Feybin - Skz Trash

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

[𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝] it’d be really cool if you could interact with it once again even if you already did the first time (thank you and i love you and appreciate you so much - i don’t take it for granted at all!)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐞 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭) ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭) ; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢.

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“Yah!” Changbin’s loud voice makes you jump and drop the Christmas decoration you’re holding in your hand - thankfully, it’s made of plastic, so it doesn’t shatter into pieces when it hits the floor. “What do you think you’re doing?” He says a little too dramatically while picking it up.

You look at him confused, not understanding what you did wrong. “I’m… decorating the tree?”

“I can see that,” he says, looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest and a severe look on his face, but you can’t take him seriously when he’s wearing a Christmas hat, “But you’re nor doing it right,” he observes, “You can’t put this there,” he says, swinging the decoration in front of your face.

“I’m sorry?” You stare at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s red,” he states matter-of-factly as if it were the most obvious answer. “You can’t put a red decoration next to another red one,” he says, pointing at the tree, “It’s redundant.”

You blink a couple of times, then burst into a laugh. 

This is going to be the first year you and Changbin will spend Christmas together, and you found out Changbin must’ve been one of Santa’s little helpers in his previous life. Ever since December started, he’s been nothing but happy and giggly, buying thoughtful presents for this friend and that friend. You think it’s actually cute, how invested he is in this holiday.

“Why are you laughing?” 

“You’re cute,” you smile at him, booping his nose with the tip of your finger before pecking his lips. “I like how excited you are for Christmas.”

But he just furrows his eyebrows, “You mean you’re not excited?” He asks you. 

How can someone not be excited for Christmas? It doesn’t make sense, everyone loves Christmas, right? The decorations, the lights, making the tree, watching Christmas movies with a mug full of hot chocolate with spray cream and cocoa powder as a topping while wearing fluffy Christmasy socks, putting the presents under the tree and opening them on Christmas morning… He thought everyone loved the atmosphere. Apparently, he was wrong. 

“It’s not that I’m not excited,” you start, “It’s just that I’m not as excited as you are,” you explain. 

He looks at you with a shocked expression on his face, as if you just told him the most hurtful and outrageous thing. He blinks a couple of times, “Why do you mean by that?”

You shrug, taking the red decoration from his hand and putting it on the tree on a higher row, next to a cream one. “I mean, Christmas is just like any other day if you think about it,” you say. 

Changbin’s jaw nearly drops. “No, it’s not,” he replies quickly.

“Yes, it is,” you insist.

“No, it’s not,” he says a bit too emphatically, “Christmas is not like any other day. They call it the most wonderful time of the year for a reason, y/n.”

“Well, they should call it the most expensive time of the year,” you roll your eyes, “remember when you dragged me to those Christmas markets and they charged us ten bucks for half a cup of hot chocolate? That should be a crime,” you scoff. 

Changbin sighs and shake his head like a disappointed parent, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can’t believe it,” he says dramatically. 

“What can’t you believe?” You ask, confused, not seeing the big deal about this whole thing. 

Okay, you’re not a big fan of Christmas or the holidays, so what? To you, it’s not a big deal. To you. To Changbin - your sweet, beloved Changbin, the apple of your eye who’s apparently one of Santa Claus’ elves, it’s a travesty. 

“I’m dating the Grinch,” he whines, letting his arms fall down his sides as he kicks his head back and sighs. “I can’t believe it,” he repeats, with a louder whine, “This is even worse than when Minho said Valentine’s day is useless.”

“But Valentine’s day-“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Changbin shushes you by placing his index on your lips. You blink at him. “For the love of God, y/n, you have a heart of stone! Why are you so insensitive? For real, it’s like you just hate happiness and joy and love, ugh!” 

“Now you’re overreacting,” you giggle, “I didn’t sat I hate Christmas.”

“It’s too late now,” Changbin almost sounds like a disappointed parent, “You can’t take it back. You hurt my feelings, I hope you’re happy now, Grinch,” he says, dramatically placing his hand on his chest.

“Oh, my poor Binnie, what can I do to heal your broken heart?” You play along, placing your own hand on top of his, but he just closes his eyes and shakes his head. Drama queen.

“There’s nothing you can do to fix this,” he sighs.

“Really? Nothing?” It comes out more sensual than you intended, not that you mind it, of course, “Are you sure?” You ask him while running your fingers up his biceps. 

It’s freezing cold outside, but Changbin still insists on wearing short-sleeved t-shirts inside the house - not that you don’t like it, because you do. When he was building up the Christmas tree earlier, you’re sure you were drooling looking at how beautifully he was flexing his muscles. Anyway, not the point, back to fixing Changbin’s heart. 

“I mean, there’s always a thing you could do,” he vaguely says, trailing, then looking down at you with a smirk on his face. He wraps his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer. 

“Oh, is there?” You ask, he’s piqued your interest now. 

“Mh-hm, there is,” Changbin says in a lower tone, nuzzling his nose with yours, your lips just a couple of inches apart, “You can help me finish making the tree and then watch a Christmas movie with me,” he smirks. 

“What?” He’s grinning now, “Was this your plan all along? To get me to watch Christmas movies with you?” 

“Mmhhh, maybe,” he chuckles, then pecks your lips. “Wait,” he says, pulling away and quirking an eyebrow at you with a mischievous smile on his cute face, “Did you say movies? As in plural? Because I’m down for it - in fact, I have a whole list of Christmas movies we can watch-”

“Woah, slow down, I agreed to one movie,” you say, holding one finger up in the air right in front of his face. He kisses the pad of your finger, and you roll your eyes at him. 

“So you agreed,” he pokes your cheek. Then, excitedly, he says, “Ah, we’re gonna have so much fun, jagi, I promise. C’mon, let’s finish decorating the tree and then I’ll make us hot chocolate.”

Once you’re done, you have to admit the tree looks incredibly beautiful. It’s slightly taller than the both of you, and Changbin had to lift you up in order for you to be able to put the last few decorations on the highest row, in the specific order he chose. Changbin himself looks very satisfied with the final result - he even took a few pictures of it and sent them to his family and the boys. 

“And now, the best part,” Changbin says. He doesn’t even give you the time to ask him what the hell is he talking about, because he disappears from the living room, leaving you there confused. When he returns, he’s carrying a million packages of all sizes - there’s small presents and big presents and there’s even medium-sized ones. “Putting the presents under the tree!”

“Changbin, what the-“ you’re sincerely shocked, “When did you even get all this stuff?” 

“Please, it’s like you don’t know me at all,” he rolls his eyes at you, “I don’t like buying presents last minute. I started buying gifts for you and the guys back in August.”

“In August?” Your jaw nearly drops. August is, like, four months ago. 

You’re definitely the type of person who buys presents last minute, then stresses out because she can’t find anything that’s just right. Except for Changbin. It’s surprisingly easy finding gifts for Changbin, considering there’s an infinite multitude of things he likes. 

“Yep,” he says with nonchalance, “Now help me put these under the tree.”

You find out Changbin’s picky also when it comes to positioning the presents under the tree. The big ones go in the background, he said. And the little ones must be on top of the medium-sized ones. Must. It’s mandatory. He takes a few more pictures, sends them to literally everyone and posts the best one on his story. 

“Good job, team!” He smiles at you, raising his hand in the air. You high-five him, and he catches you by surprise by wrapping his arms under your butt in a quick motion, lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. “I love you, you know that?” He says on your lips. 

“Mh-hm, and I love you”, you wrap your arms around his neck, then pull him close for a kiss. He whines when you pull away from his lips, “Santa’s little helper,” you emphasize the word in the middle, teasing him.

“Ah, jagi, what am I gonna do with you?” He sighs, shaking his head, “Always making fun of my height.” You giggle, then place a kiss on the tip of his nose, and watch him scrunch it as he giggles. He puts you down, but keeps his arms around your waist. “But it’s okay, I forgive you. Besides, we both know I’m not little,” he winks at you. 

Your mouth falls open and you slap his arm, “Changbin!” 

“Okay, okay, enough with the dirty jokes, got it,” Changbin chuckles, “Now go put your presents under the tree while I make us both hot chocolate,” he pecks your lips, then disappears in the kitchen.

When you come back in the living room, he’s made hot chocolate as promised - spray cream and everything. He even added cocoa powder and two marshmallows, and has placed both mugs on the small table beside the couch. Changbin is sitting on the couch with a small package on his legs, wrapped in come cute Christmas wrapper and a nice red bow on top of it. 

“What do you have here?” You ask him, frowning a little. 

“Consider this an early present for you,” Changbin explains, with a bright smile on his face as he hands you the present. “I mean, of course it’s not your only present, duh.”

“But it’s not Christmas,” you tell him, taking the package in your own hands - it’s soft, and you can’t help but wonder what is it. “Why are you giving it to me now?”

“Just open it, you’ll find out in a bit.”

When you open it, you can’t help but smile widely as well. A Christmas pajamas, with matching Christmas socks, fluffy of course, because Changbin knows your feet are always cold. 

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you pout, leaning in to kiss his lips. “Thank you, it’s really lovely, I can’t wait to wear it.”

“That’s why I gave it to you now,” Changbin says, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. “You can wear it while we watch the movie. You know, to get in the mood for Christmas,” he explains, still smiling. You can’t help but giggle. “What’s funny? He asks. 

“Nothing, it’s just…” you place the pajamas and socks on the couch, then reach for a small package under the tree - soft, and with a red bow on top of it. “I have an early present for you too, then,” you say, handing it Changbin. 

He furrows his eyebrows as he unwraps it - then a wide smile appears on his beautiful face and his eyes lit. “Oh my God, we’re really soulmates, aren’t we?” He exclaims as he sees his present. Matching pajamas and fluffy socks. Christmassy, naturally. “Jagi, I love it! And the socks! Ah, here, gimme a kiss!” He gets up to kiss you once again. “I wanna wear it now, I’ll go change. You should change too!” He exclaims excitedly. 

Of course, Changbin snaps a couple of pictures of you in your matching pajamas. Cute mirror selfies taken in your bedroom - one where he hugs you from behind and has his chin resting on your shoulder, one where he kisses your cheek, one where you’re hugging him with your hands wrapped around his waist. He smiles as he adds every single one of those pictures to favorites. And maybe, in a couple of those pictures, his hand is on your ass, grabbing the soft flesh. Maybe. 

“What movie are we watching?” You ask him, plopping on the couch and taking your mug of hot chocolate. 

Changbin smirks, and he just looks so cute in that Christmas pajamas and Santa hat. A few minutes later you’re cuddling on the couch under a soft pile blanket with your hot mugs in your hands as How the Grinch stole Christmas is playing on the tv. 

You quirk an eyebrow at him, “Really?” You ask him. 

He giggles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “It’s for educational purposes, jagi,” he explains, “This will hopefully help you regain your Christmas spirit, you know? Consider this as the start of your redemption arc.”

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head while chuckling, then snuggle him closer. You find out, as the movie plays, that it’s not as boring as you remembered - in fact, it has a quite deep meaning and it’s not so bad overall. 

“See? This is you,” Changbin says, pointing at the Grinch on the tv. 

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows and a smile, “What? Cranky, grumpy and antisocial?”

“Nope. Green and hairy,” Changbin giggles. 

You elbow him lightly, playfully, but laugh along. “Oh, shut up Martha May,” you giggle.

“Why Martha May?”

“Because you’re just like her - obsessed with Christmas decorations and… hopelessly in love with the Grinch,” you tease, pecking his lips.

“You forgot incredibly sexy,” Changbin adds. 

“Whatever floats your boat,” you giggle.

You both finished your hot chocolate, and Changbin places the now empty mugs on the table. You place your now free hand on his thigh as he pulls you even closer so that your head is resting on his shoulder as you continue to watch the movie. Honestly, though, you’re not that into it right now, especially when Changbin is so close to your body and the musky scent of his cologne is filling your nostrils. Your hand travels all the way from his knee to his crotch, stopping right before your fingers could brush his clothed clock, and you feel him tense under your touch as he sucks in a breath. 

“Jagiya, be a good girl and watch the movie,” Changbin whispers in your ear, and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

Little do you know, he’s already hard in his boxers, cock throbbing and practically begging to be touched. 

“But… being naughty sounds funnier,” you speak in a low tone, biting your lip as your fingers finally reach that spot between his legs and - oh. A large tent in his pants welcomes you. When you lift your gaze to look at him, Changbin is impossibly red in the face, clearly embarrassed. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” You smirk, palming his erection over his clothes. 

Changbin sighs as he feels the warmth of your hand on his crotch area, and he swears he can feel his cock grow even bigger. He adjusts his glasses on his face and clears his throat, trying to focus on the movie rather than your hand squeezing him over the material of his new pajamas pants. But when you turn your head and place a couple of dry, open mouthed kisses on his neck, he knows he won’t be able to resist you. 

His own hand moves from your shoulders to your hip, where he squeezes your flesh over your t-shirt, before slipping his hand under it. His light, delicate touch makes you shiver, but it’s nothing compare to the goosebumps you get when his fingers start playing with the hem of your pants and, subsequently, your panties. Changbin gulps when, instead of cotton, his fingers are met with a lacy material. 

His breath hitches, his cock throbs. 

Neither of you says a single word - eyes locked on the movie playing on the tv while your hands touch each other’s bodies in the most intimate places. Under the blanket, it’s your turn now to slip your fingers under the waistband of Changbin’s pajamas, cupping his erection through his boxers. He bites his lower lip as he feels precum leaking from his tip impatiently. You move your hand, the pads of your fingers brush the soft hair of his happy trail before they slip under the waistband of his underwear as well. When you wrap your fingers around his tip, Changbin whimpers and closes his eyes. You use your thumb to spread his arousal all over his sensitive tip, not missing the way he squirms under your delicate touch. 

“Yah, you naughty girl,” Changbin hisses, moving his gaze from the tv to you. You’re looking at him with innocent doe eyes, which is a huge contradiction considering your hand is literally wrapped around his thick length. “Couldn’t stay still for a couple of hours, hm?” He asks, mouth falling open when you give his cock a slow pump. 

“You know I can’t resist you,” you bite your lip, lifting your eyes to look at him. His cheeks are already red, and he’s slowly breathing through his nostrils. 

“I thought our honeymoon phase was over,” Changbin giggles. “You know, I thought we were finally able to actually finish the movies we start,” he comments. 

“Mhhh yeah, I don’t think we’ve reached that point in our relationship yet,” you mumble, kissing his neck while gently stroking his member. 

Your hand moves up and down Changbin’s cock, slowly, delicately, brushing his sensitive slit and exposing his tip by moving his foreskin down. He whimpers when you squeeze him, and throws his head back on the cushion, slipping his hand under your underwear and palming your asscheek. 

“You’re- you’re wearing a thong?” He gasps at the feeling of a thin, lacy stripe between your asscheeks. 

You nod, nuzzling your nose with his, “Yeah,” you whisper on his lips, before pecking them. 

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh, so you planned this, hm? You planned on seducing me during movie night?” He kisses you once more, but pulls away abruptly when he feels you cupping his balls in your hand. 

“Well, technically,” you start, massaging his balls carefully, caressing the soft skin, “I already planned on doing this. It’s you who came up with movie night.”

“Yah, silly me,” Changbin huffs, flexing the muscles of his thighs at the feeling of your hand squeezing his balls lightly. It’s nothing compared to when you swirl your tongue around them and take them in your mouth, but it’s incredibly pleasant nonetheless. 

“I think we can watch the movie later, hm?” You gently scrape the skin of his neck with your teeth. 

“Mh, yeah, definitely,” Changbin agrees, and then you feel his hand tugging at your pajamas, “Take them off, jagi,” Changbin whines at the loss of contact when you pull away your hand from inside his boxers. 

“The thong too?”

“Yeah, but let me see it first.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head playfully, before you start sliding your pants down your legs, taking them off for good. Changbin, in the meantime, lifts the blanket to take a glimpse of your underwear, and bites his lip at the sight of baby blue lace panties hugging your pussy perfectly. 

“My God, jagi…”

“Do you like it?” You smirk, satisfied with his reaction - he can’t take his eyes off your pussy. 

“I love it, it looks incredible on you,” Changbin licks his lips, “Is it new?”

You nod and smile, happy that he noticed. “Yeah, I bought it a couple of days ago together with a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” He asks you, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Mh-hm,” you nod. 

“What surprise? What is it?”

“Hm, I can’t tell you,” you smile at the pout on his lips, “but you’ll find out on New Year’s, yeah?” 

A shiver runs down Changbin spine at the implication, and he has to physically stop himself from thinking of you in some sexy, red underwear, or else he’ll bust a nut right there before he even has a chance to bury his cock inside your pussy. 

“Mhh, can’t wait, then,” he mutters before capturing your lips in a kiss, while sliding his own pajama pants down his legs together with his boxers, finally freeing his painfully hard cock, which slaps on his stomach, heavy and thick. “On your side, jagi, let me see your pretty ass in that thong,” Changbin says. 

You do as he asked, and he doesn’t waste a single second in lifting your t-shirt up to expose your ass even more, grunting when he sees how good the thong looks on you. He gropes your ass while biting his lip at the breathtaking sight, then lands a slap on your asscheek, and his cock throbs when you let out a surprised squeak. 

“‘M gonna take you right here, like this,” Changbin mumbles while placing soft kisses on your neck as he positions himself behind you. Then, he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties and begins to pull the thin material down your legs, just enough to expose your bare cunt. 

“Hurry, baby, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” you whine. 

“Yeah? You need me that bad?” Changbin asks, and groans when you nod, “Then get your sweet pussy nice and wet for me, jagi. Touch yourself,” Changbin mumbles, his soft, fluffy hair tickling your neck as he wraps his own fingers around his length. 

You nod, then spit on three of your fingers, using your own saliva as lube even though you know it’s wrong, and then you place them on your clit, moving them in circular motion to make sure you’re sufficiently wet for when Changbin finally slips inside of you. Changbin’s cock is of an average length, but it surely is much thicker than average, and every time it’s a big stretch for your pussy. That’s why Changbin does the same - he spits on the palm of his hand, then smears his own saliva all over his cock to make sure the entire length is covered it it as he pumps himself a couple of times. 

“You’re ready to take me, jagiya?” Changbin whispers, kissing a spot behind your ear that makes your toes curl. 

“Mh-hm,” you nod, then remove your fingers from your clit when you feel his cockhead kissing your entrance. 

“Yeah, you are. My sweet jagi,” he kisses your temple, “‘M putting it in now.” 

Changbin sighs when he feels your soft lips parting and enveloping his tip. It’s a tight fit already, and you both suck in a breath when he pushes his cock further inside, just an inch. To make it more pleasant for you, and to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, Changbin hooks his strong arm under your thigh and spread your legs. This allows him to have full access to your now exposed clit, yearning to be touched, pinched, slapped, stimulated in any way. 

He whimpers as he slowly pushes his dick inside of you, and you do the same. “It’s almost all the way in, jagi, just an inch left,” his voice is hoarse and deep as your tight, hot and wet pussy hugs his cock in a perfect fit. When he finally bottoms out, he has to take a couple of deep breaths in order to calm down and not cum on the spot, because you feel absolutely amazing around him, walls clenching and squeezing him. 

“’S big,” you whine, turning your head to look him in the eye, pupils full blown - you’re cockdrunk already.

“It’s not that big, jagi,” Changbin mumbles, nuzzling his nose with yours, “it’s your pussy that’s tight. So tight, my baby,” he groan, giving a first push inside of you - slow and attentive.

It takes both your breaths away. 

“Changbin,” you moan, desperately trying to lock your lips with his as he repeats the motion, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting his cock back inside until it’s fully buried inside of you. 

The position you’re in, however, doesn’t allow you to kiss properly. Changbin doesn’t like that, he needs to touch you properly, kiss you properly, make love to you properly. 

“Close, jagi,” he mumbles, wrapping his strong arm around you to pull your body towards his. 

“Already?” You ask him, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his cock brushes your g-spot. 

He shakes his head. “No, I need to feel you close,” he clarifies. 

“We- we are close,” you get out through whimpers and whines. 

“Closer,” he mumbles, “need to feel you closer. Need to,” he chokes a moan, “kiss you, see you, breathe you.”

“Do it, then.”

Carefully and slowly, Changbin pulls out of you, and you whine at the sudden emptiness. Crossing his arms over his torso, he takes off his pajama shirt, and the Santa hat comes off as well. 

“No, keep it on, I liked it!” You giggle, and he puts it back on, giggling as well. 

You take off your pajama shirt as well, and Changbin bites his lip at the sight of your bra. Lacy, of a baby blue color, matching the panties that are now somewhere entangled in the blanket. He swears under his breath when you remove it, exposing your naked breast to his lustful eyes - you know it’s his weak spot, he absolutely adores your breasts. On second thought, though, there’s not a single part of you he doesn’t absolutely adore. 

“Come here,” you whisper, lying on your back and spreading your legs to welcome his body. 

Changbin kneels between your thigh, completely naked from head to toe except for the Santa hat and his glasses. His cock stands erect between his legs, glistening because still covered your arousal. There’s a thick vein decorating the under side, pulsating as his length throbs in anticipation - his balls hang there, heavy and full, looking absolutely ready to be milked dry. 

You suck in a breath, again, when his cockhead slips past your entrance, again. This time, he sinks in way more easily, filling you up relatively quick. Even though he was balls deep inside of you minutes before, it’s still a nice stretch, and you can’t help but let out a whimper as he bottoms out. When he does, he presses his body against yours, propping himself on his elbows resting on each side of your head - his brown, boba eyes staring into yours. 

You cup his cheek with your hand, and he leans in to kiss your lips, muffling a whine when he feels your walls clench around him. Your hands reach for the soft blanket beside you, and you place it on top of Changbin’s body. 

“Oh,” Changbin moans as he thrusts inside of you, slow and deep. 

He keeps thrusting at a slow, steady pace, pulling almost all the way out until only the tip stays inside, and then thrusting back inside your hot, wet cunt. “Changbin,” you moan, and he can’t help but grunt.

“That’s right, jagi, moan my name,” he whimpers. 

The lenses of his glasses start to get foggy due to both his and your heavy breaths, so he wastes no time in taking them off, muttering a faint aish under his breath when they fall on the floor, but soon forgets about them when you roll your hips against his, allowing his cockhead to reach a deeper spot inside of you, a spot that makes his entire body shiver. 

“Changbin,” you moan again, kissing his neck as you entangle your legs with his. 

“Jagiya,” he moans, closing his eyes as he bottoms out once more - so deep that his balls are now pressed against your ass, “so tight.”

“You know what-“, you pant, “what’d be, like, the most- the most romantic thing?” You throw your head back in the soft pillow after a precise thrust. 

“What, my jagi?” Changbin grunts. 

“A fireplace,” you get out through laboured breaths, “ just soft sex by the fire at night, you know?” You moan. 

Changbin chuckles, then pecks your lips, “like that Bruno Mars song?”

“Mh-hm,” you hum.

“I can do that,” Changbin slows down his thrusts, although he never stops moving inside of you. Meanwhile, he desperately reaches for the remote. Once he turns off the movie playing on the tv, which neither of you are paying attention to, he opens the YouTube app, and quickly types “cozy fireplace” in the search bar. 

You giggle when he plays the shortest video, then resumes his movements inside of you. “Better now?” He asks, once again getting lost in the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. 

“I love you,” you whisper, rolling your hips to meet his movements, “Why did you pick the shortest video, though? The first one was two hours long.”

“You know damn- well I can’t- fuck, jagi,” he pants, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “I can’t last that long,” he grunts, attaching his plump lips to your neck, “not with how good your tight little pussy feels.”

“Your cock feels- feels so good too, baby,” you moan, arching your back. 

Changbin does it again - he hooks his arm under one of your thigh, which allows him to spread your legs just a bit wider as his cock reaches an even deeper spot. Your hands move to scratch his naked back with your fingers - not too hard to hurt him or to leave mark, but enough to make him grunt against your skin. 

When Changbin starts to pound harder and faster into you, you know he’s getting close. He sucks in a breath as he grips the sofa cushion tight until his knuckles turn white as he looks you in the eye. His movements make the blanket slip off of your bodies, and Changbin shivers when the cold air hits his naked skin. 

“Moan my name,” he whimpers, the tip of his nose brushing yours as you feel your hot breath against your lips, “‘m so close, jagi, moan my name. Am I hitting the spot? Are you close too?” He knows he’s hitting it when you let out a loud, desperate whine.

You nod, throwing your head back as you move your hand to cup his asscheek, squeezing the soft flesh as he continues to rock his hips to meet yours. “‘M close too, Changbin,” you moan, “Changbin.”

“Jagiya,” he squeezes his eyes shut, thrusts turning desperate and erratic. 

“Changbin, ‘m so close, right- right there,” you roll eyes in the back of your skull as you feel your orgasm wash all over you. “Changbin.”

It’s his turn to let out a pathetic whine of your name as he reaches his orgasm. He grips the cushion even tighter as he shoots his load deep inside of you, lips parting as he fills you up to the brim with his thick, milky release, halting his movements to savor the feeling. Once he’s sure he’s given you everything, his body collapses on top of yours, resting his forehead against yours. Then, he kisses your lips. 

“I love you so much, my little Grinch,” he chuckles, pecking your lips once more. 

“I love you too, my baby.”

Then, you feel a warm sensation between your legs, and both yours and Changbin’s eyes widen at the realization that his warm cum is slowly threatening to spill out of your hole and onto the couch. Your new, ridiculously expensive couch. 

“Fuck, it’s going to drip onto the cushions,” you mumble, trying to clench your walls as tight as possible. 

“We didn’t think this through,” Changbin chuckles. 

“No, we didn’t,” you giggle as well. 

Changbin kisses the tip of your nose, then wraps his fingers around the base of his cock. “Wait here, jagi, I’m gonna get you a warm towel. Keep it inside.”

And there’s no way you can hold back a giggle once your eyes take in the sight of Changbin running towards the bathroom butt naked, except for the Santa hat, cute and soft buttcheeks wiggling with every movement. 

⛄︎

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𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!

they wait.

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!lee minho x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, breakup and makeup, minho has bad eating habits after, minho and y/n both suffer a lot through heartbreak, neglecting, love confessions, petnames.

authors note: idk why but im in such an angsty mood... hope you like this :P this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1424

“minho…”

“no! this isn’t fair. you knew what you were getting into when we started dating, you can’t complain about these things!”

“of course i can! i don’t know how im meant to be a proper girlfriend when i don’t even see you most of the time!”, you retort with a huff.

“listen… im trying. i really am, but i just can’t right now. it’s not easy for me to take a break right now, and it wouldn’t be worth it in the long run.”

“im not worth it?”

“y/n, that’s not what im sayi—“

“i want to break up.”

sure the decision was impulsive, but you’ve been thinking about it for a while now. this isn’t fair to you, not at all. 

“what?”

“i want to break up”, you repeat.

“o-okay…”

“just ‘okay’? do you really not fucking care? i’ve been here for months, just trying to get you to take a fucking break, not just for me, but for yourself. and all i get is an ‘okay’?”

“well… what do you want me to say? you were the one that suggested it…”, his voice gets quieter as the words go on. you don’t want to feel bad, but you do.

but you can’t let anything get in the way of your pride, not now. “fuck you, lee minho.”

you grab your things and leave, sprinting to your apartment as fast as you can. you pray he’s not following behind, you don’t think he’d waste his time doing that anyways.

and then the words ring out in your head. you aren’t worth it.

but you are, you convince yourself. you are worth it, and he isn’t. he isn’t worth your time or your thoughts, so you just shake it off. there’s no need to think about him anymore.

it’s over. he doesn’t need you. you don’t need him.

it’ll be fine now, right?

minho hasn’t been to the dorms since the breakup, not even once. he hasn’t been answering calls or opening his door, no one even knows of his presence anymore.

the boys have called you multiple times, and you’ve had to explain everything to them. they sounded mad over the phone, but they were truly worried about minho. is something wrong with him?

minho hasn’t been able to get out of bed as much lately. after showering and eating, he just hops right back in. there’s pillows occupying your side of the bed, something to keep the empty space warm for you.

but you’re not coming back. and he knows it.

that’s why he’s been sat in his bed for the past two days, scrolling through his past messages with you. he ignores the ones from the past two months, scrolling all the way to the start of your relationship.

how did he get here? how did he ruin something so perfect?

you used to text eachother so much, yet the only recent messages have been ‘i miss you’s or ‘are you busy’s

he has a message typed out, it’s been like that since you left after the argument. he hasn’t found the courage to send it yet, only contemplating for twenty minutes to delete it again.

all of a sudden, soonie hops onto his lap, nuzzling into his leg. “hi baby…”, he coos.

he scratches behind his ears, and soonie leans into his touch. it reminds minho of the times he’d run his fingers through your hair, smiling at you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

but it’s all gone now.

and it’s all his fault.

all of a sudden, soonie crawls onto minhos lap, purring and nuzzling into his stomach. he steps over the phone, and it buzzes, but minhos too focused on soonies movements to notice.

he shuts his phone off, putting it away and calling it a night. he turns it back on to check the time.

3:57 am.

he really has to fix his sleeping schedules, but it’s just hard to sleep without you now.

he lays down, still petting soonie lightly. “i’ve got myself into some deep shit… haven’t i soonie?”

he thinks he might be going insane, talking to his cat like he’s a therapist.

“i wish i could’ve told her i loved her sooner.”

“i miss her lots, soonie. do you ever miss me when im away?”

“im so sorry soonie…”

the buzz of his phone finally breaks him out of his thoughts, and he leans over to grab it. it’s almost five am now, who would be texting him so early?

and then he checks the name.

his heart plummets to his stomach once he sees that it’s you, he doesn’t know how to feel. he finally reads it over.

my bunny <3: why should that matter to me?

that’s when he realizes the text doesn’t make any sense. he unlocks his phone, did he send the message?

and then he sees it. soonie must have sent it when he stepped over the phone, and it has minho spiraling.

minho: i’m still here.

he thinks of what he could probably say to explain himself, and that’s when he realizes.

he doesn’t have to anymore.

he can’t let his pride get in the way of his heart, so instead of explaining, he types out an apology.

minho: i’m still here for you if you’d like to talk. i’m so sorry for not acknowledging the issue sooner. i really wish i had, and i regret not apologizing. i regret just letting you break up with me. i should have begged you to stay, you’re too amazing to lose. minho: but then i realized that maybe it would be selfish of me to ask you to stay. especially after all i’ve done to you. i’m so sorry, y/n. maybe it’s still selfish, but im not sure if i want to let go. my heart still wants you, and i miss you a lot, but i know this is what i deserve. minho: just let me know if you want to talk, okay? i’m right here.

he realizes how much he’s sent, instantly regretting it. the messages came straight from his heart, he didn’t give them a second thought before sending them.

the typing bubble shows up, only to disappear, and now he truly thinks he’s fucked up.

soonie curls back up into his lap, staring at the screen with him. his phone buzzes again, and he reads the next message.

my bunny <3: minho, i don’t know about this… my bunny <3: i might need some time to think, im not sure if im ready to jump back into something like this yet. minho: then i’ll wait. my bunny <3: what? why? minho: because that’s what people do when they’re in love. minho: they wait. my bunny <3: you love me? minho: i’ve loved you since the day i saw you playing with the cats for the first time. my bunny <3: but that was only a week after i met you? minho: exactly. my bunny <3: im coming over. i’ll be there in five.

he wants to get up and get ready, but he cant. he can’t get up, his body feels like it’s going to give out on him. he tries to stop crying, just so that you don’t see him like this, but the tears won’t stop flowing.

you unlock the door with the key he gave you.

“minho?”

no answer.

you turn to his room, opening the door. the sight of him like this breaks your heart.

his eyes are red, he’s slimmed down a lot and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

“minho…”

“i’m sorry.”

“what? minho—“

“i’ll do anything to have you back. please… i’m sorry”

he clutches the sheets tighter, tears spilling from his eyes at a steady pace.

“i’m not mad at you, you know that right?”

“you should be mad. i was so terrible to you…”

“but you’re going to change that now, aren’t you?”

“does this mean you’re going to give me another chance?”

you smile at him, walking over to grab his hand. he clutches it tight, afraid that this may be one of the last moments he can do this. 

“we can try again… see where things go. but if you do something like this again, it’s over.”

he finally smiles after so long, pulling you onto the bed and holding you in his arms. 

“please don’t do that again, min… you scared me.”

“i won’t, i promise. i love you, bunny.”

“i love you too, minho.”

<3

instead of you [part thirty-six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, alcohol

word count: 3k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

“Nice hat.”

You gave Minho a sideways look. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

You tipped the brim at him, grinning. “Thank you. Jisung picked it out.”

“He has good taste.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to the double entendre so you didn’t, choosing instead to direct your attention forward, where your fake boyfriend was teeing up. 

Back at school, Jisung had gone off to play golf with a few of your mutual friends once or twice, but it was an expensive hobby, and as broke college students, they couldn’t exactly make a habit out of it. For a little while, Jisung worked as an assistant chef at a nearby country club for a couple of months which allowed him free access to their course in his off time, but juggling the job and his studies quickly became too much to handle and he couldn’t even keep up with his responsibilities, let alone have any free time to take advantage of the course. 

Considering how long it had been since he last played, you weren’t expecting much from Jisung’s first swing, but when he stuck the golf ball with his club, it actually went relatively far. Of course, you didn’t have much knowledge of the sport to go off of when it came to gauging how well he was actually doing, but from the looks on his brothers’ faces, you assumed he’d done pretty well. 

“Good job!” you cheered, running up to your best friend and kissing him on the cheek. “That was good right?”

He caught you with an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Thanks, baby. It wasn’t bad, but it could have been better.”

“Whatever, you’re just being humble.”

“He’s not,” Felix piped up from behind the two of you. “Let me show you how a real golfer plays.”

You rolled your eyes in unison with Jisung but stepped back to let Felix tee up anyway, both watching as he took a couple of practice swings. 

“How much do you want to bet he comes in last?” Jisung muttered in your ear. 

“I’m not willing to go bankrupt over this, sorry.”

Jisung snorted and tried to muffle his laugh in your shoulder but it was still loud enough for his twin to hear. 

“Oi! I don’t want to hear it when you’re up thirty points over me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see, Lix,” Jisung scoffed. “Just swing already! We don’t have all day, mate.”

Felix shot his brother a look but did as he was told. He rolled his shoulders and focused in on the ball, huffing out a breath and drawing the club back over his shoulder. He put more power into his swing than Jisung had but hit the ball with the edge of the clubhead instead of the center which sent it flying a little off to the left. From what you could see, the ball still landed on the pitch. It hadn’t gone into the trees or the lake, it was just in a trickier spot to clear. 

“What was that you were saying about points?” Jisung asked smugly.

Felix groaned and turned back around to argue with him as Minho came up and took his place at the starting point. 

“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” you muttered to Minho. 

He gave you a tight half-smile and shrugged. “You have no idea.”

-

It had only been an hour since the boys started and you didn’t think you’d ever heard so many insults and curse words thrown around in such a short amount of time, which was saying something. 

Jisung, Felix, and Minho were all neck and neck with each other, with Dom far ahead of all three of them. 

The course itself was beautiful. It was just across the street from the resort you were staying at, right on the edge of the water. You were able to see the ocean from the tops of the faux hills on the green, sparkling with the reflection of the sun. The waves were dotted with little boats and surfers all enjoying the good weather and making the most out of the afternoon.

You would have been content to spend all day there if it wasn’t so hot and you weren’t forced to stand around listening to your best friend argue with his brothers.

“How many more holes are there?” you asked Nikki, leaning over and whispering quietly so that the others wouldn’t hear you. 

“Too many.”

“Kill me now.” 

“Why don’t we get ourselves a drink when the cart girl comes around? It’ll make the time go faster.”

You grinned. “I like the way you think.”

-

You weren’t a stranger to day drinking, not by a long shot, but you didn’t want to get too sloppy while the sun was still up. You had long since given up on the little pact you’d made with yourself not to drink for the remainder of the trip— not that you’d ever really followed it in the first place. Nikki got herself a High Noon when the aforementioned cart girl came by, so you did the same, insisting on covering the tab for both of you.

“Please?” you practically begged. “It’s literally the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”

She seemed to think about it for a minute. “Fine. I’ll let you do it this one time. But don’t get used to it.”

You did a little dance in celebration and handed over some cash to the cart girl after she popped the tabs on both of your cans. 

“Want anything?” you called to the boys. “It’s on me!”

Felix was the only one to take you up on the offer, both Minho and Jisung making a fuss about not spending your money on them. Where was this attitude back at school? you asked yourself, scoffing at Jisung’s refusal. 

“I’m in the lead, I can’t afford to lower my inhibitions now!” Dom said. “But when I win, I’ll treat you to a pint, even though you’re canoodling with one of my opponents.” 

“I’m starting to think you guys have something against me,” you accused the two non-participants as you handed Felix his beer. “What, do you think I’m broke?”

“We’re just gentlemen,” Minho said pointedly, shooting Felix a look.

“You are broke,” Jisung muttered.

“Watch it,” you shot, waving your drink at him. “You’re not getting a sip now.”

“Babe, I didn’t want a sip to begin with.”

“Okay, well even if you change your mind you can’t have one.” 

He laughed and shook his head at the ground, walking back over to the teeing-off point with his hands on his hips.

Nikki was right, the afternoon did indeed pass a lot quicker with drinks in your hands. They kept you cool in the heat of the sun and the alcohol made the hours blend into each other.

In the latter half of the game, you started to pay more attention. You had finally begun to pick up what was good and what was bad from everyone else’s reactions to the shots and could actually tell for yourself. 

“Baby, can you switch this out for the driver?” Jisung asked, holding his current club out to you.

“Which one is that?” 

“The big one.” 

You selected the club he described and passed it to him, taking the one he’d just used to put back in the golf bag. He kissed you when you met him in the middle to swap the two, smiling against you when he noticed Minho looking on. 

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s too fun to fuck with him.”

Confused, you turned around to see what he was talking about only to see Minho standing a few feet away with his tongue in his cheek. 

“Thanks, baby,” Jisung said, putting his hand on the small of your back to remind you of what you were doing. “You make a cute caddy.”

Minho mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch but you figured that was probably for the best.

-

After golf, you hung out with Jisung’s family at the pool for a few hours before heading back up to the rooms to get ready for dinner. 

“Do we need to dress nice?” you asked.

Jisung peeked out from the bathroom to answer you, shaking his wet hair dry with a towel. 

“Uh, not like nice, nice but nicer than just jeans.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

You turned back to your open suitcase and rifled through it in search of something that fit the dress code.

“By the way, where did you go last night?” 

“With Minho?”

“Yeah, you were gone for like hours. I fell asleep and then woke up randomly and you still weren’t back.”

“Minho took me to some beach.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

You looked up. “Yeah. Why?”

Jisung shrugged. “Just wondering.”

You could tell he wanted to say more but you didn’t push. If you did, you’d only be hurting your own feelings. He had told you that himself. Jisung had been very clear that he wasn’t ready to talk about the Minho thing with you so all you could do was be honest and answer the questions that he asked, even if it was awkward and uncomfortable. 

You were so used to guilt by now that you almost didn’t notice the fresh wave that washed over you. You knew it was wrong to still sleep with Minho after everything— hell, you knew it was wrong before everything, but neither of those facts stopped you from doing it. 

You realized Jisung was still looking at you so you shook it off and picked up a random sundress from your luggage. 

“How’s this for tonight?”

“Looks good to me.”

An hour later, you and the rest of the Hans were seated around a table in a dimly lit restaurant. The sundress had been the right choice. The place was right on the water and open to the outdoor air so all of the other patrons were dressed pretty similarly. 

Jisung ordered for you after you looked over the menu together like always. Your hands rested on the table, fingers entwined for his family to see. You had been doing this for so long now that it was almost second nature to you. You had fallen into the routine a long time ago but you didn’t even have to think about it anymore. You probably wouldn’t even be giving the action a second thought had it not been for Minho staring at your hands from across the table. 

It looked like he was zoning out, like he wasn’t actually glaring at you holding hands with his brother but you couldn’t be sure. You kicked him gently in the shin to get his attention. He jolted and locked eyes with you immediately, erasing any trace of subtly.

“You okay there, son?” Dom asked, patting Minho on the back. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m fine. Just got a chill.”

Thankfully, everyone seemed to move past it and the conversation resumed. Dinner was otherwise uneventful. The boys recounted the golf game and Dom’s landslide win, while you just listened and nodded along when it felt right. It was a relief not to have to add anything to the discussion. You didn’t have the energy to. 

Dom stayed true to his word from earlier and bought everyone a round from the bar at the restaurant. You weren’t a big beer drinker but you didn’t want to be rude so you suffered through the whole pint, ignoring Jisung’s worried glances from the side. 

“You know I could have finished that for you,” he muttered. 

“I don’t want to look like a pussy in front of your dad,” you hissed back. “He bought it for us. And I didn’t want to be left out.”

Your best friend scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll do anything to prove a point, won’t you?”

“You know me.”

-

Minho pulled you aside after dinner, once you were back at the resort. 

“Think you can ditch your ‘boyfriend’?” he whispered as you both fell back a couple of steps.

You stopped. “What, why?”

“I just want a moment alone with you.”

“A moment or several moments?” you challenged. 

He smirked. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“I can’t keep blowing Jisung off,” you sighed, “and neither can you.’

“You know he doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.”

“That doesn’t mean you should stop trying!”

“Look, can we not do this right now? When they’re literally right there?”

“You’re the one who pulled me aside right in front of them.”

You watched his jaw clench in frustration but he didn’t say anything else because he knew you were right. 

“Can you ditch him or not?”

You sighed again and looked back to Jisung. He was in what looked to be a heated debate with Felix. You didn’t need to hear it to know it was over something stupid.  

“I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Jisung barely bat an eye when you told him where you were going. 

“Okay, be safe,” he said as he kicked off his shoes. 

That’s it? That’s all he had to say to you? You wanted to ask him just that, but you were afraid of creating another rift between the two of you. Jisung had said he wasn’t ready to talk about it so you shouldn’t push, right? But was it wrong to keep leaving like this?

Going back and forth with yourself was only wasting time and Minho was still waiting for you downstairs. Fuck it. 

You grabbed a spare room key from the dresser, shoved it in the pocket of your dress, and left without another word before you could change your mind. 

Minho was right where you left him, leaning against the wall by the elevator hub. He grinned when he saw you. 

“Thought you’d never escape.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you let him lead you through the lobby by the hand. You were still wary of people seeing you together but the lobby was seemingly empty. 

“Jisung didn’t care. It was me who took forever.”

Minho paused, letting go of your hand as he gave you a concerned once over. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, where are we going?”

He frowned, but only momentarily, quickly covering it up with a smile. “I- okay, um... remember how you said we don’t do ‘couple stuff’?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought maybe I could take you somewhere where we can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

“Really? Where?” When he didn’t answer, you groaned. “You and your stupid surprises.”

“It’s more fun this way and you know it,” he insisted, tugging you along by the hand.

“I like being prepared,” you argued. 

He grinned. “So be prepared for a good time.”

The drive wasn’t far at all this time but you were confused when he pulled into a crowded lot. You were even more confused when he didn’t turn off the car or more to get out of it. 

You turned to him in confusion. “Minho?”

“Y/n?” he parroted. 

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

“Did you not see the sign when we turned in?” You shook your head. He grinned. “It’s a drive-in.”

“Really?”

“Why do you think no one’s getting out of their car?” 

“I didn’t really notice, to be honest.”

“Too distracted by your hot date?” 

You didn’t spare him a reaction. “How’d you find this place?” 

“I did some research the other night,” he explained, “when you, you know, we talked about it. I figured this is about as close as we could get to a real date. At least right now.”

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

He shrugged. “Nah, it’s nothing, really.” 

“Well I was going to kiss you, but if it’s nothing—”

“No, no. I want the kiss. Give me my kiss.”

You chuckled, relenting as you leaned in. He met you halfway over the center console and kissed you sweetly. It was short but eager, just enough to leave you wanting more. 

You had to remind yourself not to get your hopes up. Sure, Minho was showing interest in you now, but what about when this was all over? Would he want to do long-distance? Did he want to date you at all? You had been telling yourself that it was just sex all this time but now you were on a date... but what did it mean? You could just ask but you were scared to ruin the moment, ruin whatever it was that was actually going on. 

You’d been asking yourself the same questions for weeks now and the scary thing was, it seemed like Minho was serious about you. He had all but said it outright to you. And here he was taking you on a fucking date. It was you who kept pushing back. You told yourself it was because of Jisung, but if you were being honest with yourself that was only half of it. You were afraid of getting hurt. You had never been in a real relationship before for that very reason. Well, that and you liked being single. It seemed favorable considering the dating pool of your university. 

“I want another one,” Minho murmured, leaning in again. 

“Nope, that’s all you get for now,” you teased, even though you did very much want to kiss him again. 

His lips parted in surprise. “Wha- why?”

“Because I only promised you one! I can’t just go giving my kisses away, can I?”

“Sure you can,” he argued. 

“That would lessen their value. I can’t wager them to get what I want if they’re not worth anything.”

“Your kisses are very valuable to me,” Minho insisted. 

“Because I’m sparing with them.”

Minho inched even closer to your face, eyes trained on your mouth. “So I can earn them,” you started to nod, “if I’m a good boy?” 

You almost choked on nothing, swallowing a moan. Minho watched your reaction with a self-satisfied smile and then settled back in his seat, turning his attention to the giant projector screen at the front of the parking lot. 

“We’ll see,” you muttered hoarsely.

He hummed, still looking forward. “I’ll be good then.”

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instead of you [part thirty-five] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst, smut (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: protected sex, public(ish) sex, switchy minho

“Min, what if we get caught?” you whispered, panting in his ear. 

It was hard to think straight while sitting on his dick but fragments of worries still bounced around in the back of your mind, vague reminders that what you were doing was illegal. It wasn’t as if you were some kind of saint, but you weren’t trying to get yourself on a registered sex offender list- especially not in Hawai’i of all places. 

“We won’t,” he assured you, “anyone who sees us will just think we’re cuddling.”

“Anyone with common sense will know exactly what we’re doing,” you muttered back. 

“Do you want to stop?” 

Minho held you still on top of him, fingers digging into your hips to stop you from moving. You didn’t answer right away.

“Baby?” he prompted, squeezing you tighter. 

The pet name startled you back into the present moment, making you stare down at Minho, blinking at him in surprise. He chuckled and freed one of his hands to rub your lower back under the hem of your shirt. 

“I don’t want to stop,” you confessed. “But if we get caught, I’m killing you.”

“If we get caught, my career is over,” he corrected, reminding you that there were more important things for him to worry about than yourself.

You always managed to forget that Minho was famous. Not even just famous, he was attached to the most popular boy group in the world. If he were to get in trouble for something like this it would make international news. And Minho’s parents would find out. Logically, you knew that his family finding out paled in comparison to the entire world finding out, but the first possibility was more daunting to you. Still, the idea of going viral for fucking one of BTS’s backup dancers on the beach was not something you wanted for yourself. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t then-” you said and started to lift yourself off of him. 

“I want to,” Minho assured you. “But I don’t want you not to enjoy yourself because you’re worried about someone seeing. We can take this back to the car if you want, or the hotel, or we can be done for the night.”

You slumped forward, resting against his chest and letting him hold you. You didn’t want to cut it short but you knew you wouldn’t be able to fully relax if you were thinking about every worst case scenario possible. 

“Can we go back to the hotel?”

He nodded. “Of course we can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, none of that. Don’t be sorry. I want you to be comfortable, yeah? The whole point of sex is to enjoy it.”

You nodded in agreement even though you still felt a little guilty. Minho stood and then helped you to your feet. He gathered up the blanket you’d been sitting on and shook it off. He handed you one side of the blanket and kept hold of the other so that you could fold it nicely. 

“Where’d you even get this from?” you asked. 

“What, the blanket?”

 “Yeah, have you been carrying that around in your luggage this whole time?”

“No, I took it from the couch in my hotel room.”

“Minho!”

“What? I’m going to put it back!”    “It’s all dirty now, though.”

“I’ll wash it,” he assured you. “There are a lot of laundromats around here. Now come on, let’s head back before it gets too late.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “How do you know that? Do you keep a running tab of every laundromat you come across?”

He led you by the hand back up the beach to the pathway to the parking lot, turning his head ever so slightly when he answered you so that you could hear him. “No, I just pay attention.”

“Shocking.”

Minho turned away from you again but you could see him shaking his head. You assumed he was also rolling his eyes at you. 

He threw the blanket in the trunk once you reached the car, and climbed back into the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t suppose you want to take the wheel this time?” he asked after you had already buckled your seat belt. “Since you do have an American driver’s license?”

You gave him a look. “Yeah, but it’s illegal for me to drive this car since I’m not listed on the rental paperwork as a driver.”

“You think we’ll get pulled over?”

“We might! I’m also not old enough, remember?”

He grinned as he put the car in reverse “I know. I was just kidding.”

“Rubbing it in my face again?”

“Of course.”

The drive back to the resort was comfortable. Minho pointed out every single laundromat you passed, even after you told him he’d made his point and didn’t have to keep doing so. You were the one to reach for his hand this time, threading your fingers between his without hesitation. He smiled to himself when you did that and squeezed your hand affectionately, something that did not go unnoticed by you. 

The spot in the hotel parking lot the two of you had left earlier was still open when you returned. Apparently, no one else liked to be out late, even on vacation. 

You let go of Minho’s hand to get out of the car and didn’t grab it again as you walked into the lobby. 

“Are you tired?” Minho asked once you reached the elevators. You knew the question he was actually asking was whether or not you were too tired to go upstairs with him. This was just his not-so-subtle way of asking. 

“I was tired when you dragged me out of bed but I’m too horny to sleep now.”

He grinned. “My room, then?”

“No, let’s fuck in my room,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure your brother would love that.”

“Hilarious.”

“Thank you.”

The bell on the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival and you shuffled in together. Minho placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned forward to press the button for the eleventh floor, settling back against the wall next to you once it lit up and started to ascend. 

He dropped his hand again when the elevator reached his floor. You missed the warmth instantly. You knew the little things like that shouldn’t hurt your feelings. You weren’t a couple. He was too recognizable to be seen with anyone and have it not cause a fuss. Still, you found yourself wishing things could be different. It stung, even though it shouldn’t.

Minho stopped in front of what you assumed to be his door and fished in his pocket for the room key. He waved the card in front of the sensor, the electronic lock blinking green on the first try.

The room was dark, but Minho turned the entryway light on so that you were able to see into the space. His room was nearly identical to you and Jisung’s. The only difference was that the bed was against the opposite wall.

“You’re not sharing with Felix this time?” you asked at the realization that there was only one bed instead of two. 

“Our parents wanted us to, but we were getting pretty sick of each other so we decided to split the cost of an extra room.”

“Uh-huh, and it had nothing to do with this?” You gestured in between the two of you to emphasize the ‘this’ you were referring to.

“No, no, not at all!” Minho insisted, hand to his heart. “I promise, I didn’t bring you out to the beach just so we could have sex. I didn’t expect for us to- I just wanted to talk.”

Your mind went back to the moment where Minho had seemed lost in thought, like he wanted to say something important and then decided against it at the last minute. Was that what he meant? Or were you reading too much into it?

“I meant to tell you earlier,” he continued, “I didn’t want you to think that.”

“Oh okay,” you said, mostly because you weren’t sure what else to say. “It’s not a big deal if that was why you wanted to go somewhere. It’s not like we really do anything other than hook up anyway.”

“Not because I don’t want to! It’s just, it’s not like we can do normal couple stuff.” 

“You’d... want to do that with me?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?”

Instead of choosing to address that, you pivoted. “Um, do you mind if I rinse off before we do anything else?”

Minho didn’t answer right away. He stood there staring at you with a look of concern on his face, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as he tried to discern your sudden change in mood. “No, of course I don’t mind. But... are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

You shook him off and lied. “No. I just feel gross from the beach. Did you want to join me or not?”

He hesitated again and you could tell he wanted to press further but refrained. “Yeah, of course I want to join you.”

You undressed together in relative silence as you waited for the water to warm up. The mood was definitely different but you hoped you hadn’t completely killed it. 

You could feel Minho’s gaze on you, could feel questions lingering in the air between you, but again he didn’t push. 

You turned around and kissed him to make up for it and he relaxed a little. He let you distract him all too willingly, stumbling into the shower after you with his eyes still closed. 

You pressed Minho up against the tile wall and he moaned into your mouth. He was already hard again, you could feel his dick twitching against your stomach. You reached in between your bodies and took him in your hand, stroking him slower than you knew he liked. It was better than nothing but nowhere near enough and it wasn’t long until he was thrusting into your palm, fucking your fist like it was a toy. You teased him a little, drawing your hand out of reach every now and then just to watch him pout. You couldn’t help yourself. It was payback for all of the times he had teased you and the desperate sounds he made every time you threatened to stop were turning you on more than you would have liked to admit. 

Minho let you think you were in control until he flipped it on you, literally. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed your wrists and spun you around so that you were the one up against the shower wall. Your back hit the tile hard and you scowled in annoyance.  

“What’s that look for?” Minho asked, hiking your thigh up onto his waist. 

“You couldn’t just let me be in charge for once?” 

He laughed. “I thought you liked it like this.”

You sigh. “I do, it’s just... I was having fun.”

“I could tell,” he mused. “You had this evil little smile on your face while you were jerking me off. It was pretty cute.”

“How could you tell? You had your eyes closed the whole time.”

“That’s not true, I had them like this-” he pauses to squint, “some of the time.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“I did!”

“Can you just fuck me already? I’m tired of you.”

-

“Is this really necessary?” you grumbled, glaring at Jisung as he rifled through the items on the rack.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. 

The boys were going golfing, and being the good fake girlfriend you were, you had no other choice but to tag along. You wouldn’t be playing, thank god, but you had to cheer Jisung on, and apparently had to dress the part to do so. You didn’t have anything suitable for the golf course so Nikki had suggested Jisung take you downstairs to the gift shop to find something to wear. 

The resort you were staying at was right across from the course so the gift shop was full of golf novelties and athletic wear for your... convenience. 

“These are expensive!” you hissed at Jisung once you checked the prices.

“You’re not the one paying for them,” he reminded you. 

“I know, that’s worse!”

“You know how much he makes right? Besides, I’m sure your real boyfriend will love it on you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, you know that.”

Jisung looked annoyed. “Boyfriend, fuck buddy, booty call, sneaky link, situationship- whatever you want to call him.”

“Can we not talk about this?” you practically begged. “At least not here?”

He shrugged but dropped it. “You should get the polo and the skirt. It matches what I’m going to wear.”

You took Jisung’s advice and bought the items he suggested, paying for them with your own money. Even though they were pricey and you knew you would likely never wear them again, you wanted to exercise at least a little bit of financial freedom. You already felt guilty for the money the Hans had spent on you thus far. 

You thought about keeping the tags on the clothes and then returning them later, but it was hot out today and you knew you’d just sweat right through them. 

Jisung did buy you a little visor without you knowing. He presented it to you with a smug grin as soon as you stepped foot outside the gift shop, once it was too late to stop him. It was embroidered with a little cartoon quokka on the brim.

“We’re not in Australia,” you said, blinking down at the hat.

“Yeah, but it’s cute, right?”

“It’s really cute,” you quickly agreed. “Thank you.”

“Just thought you’d like it.”

He handed you the hat and then set off ahead of you back towards the elevators. You shook your head and scoffed out of earshot. You couldn’t figure him out. Last night he had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to talk, wasn’t ready to forgive you, and this morning he was talking to you like nothing had happened and buying you a sun visor because he saw it and thought you would like it? His mixed signals would give you a headache if you thought about them too long, but it was impossible not to. It was all you could think about. He was all you could think about. Well, him and Minho. 

You felt like an underdeveloped main character in a low-budget coming of age movie who only had enough brainpower to think about boys. Fucking exhausting, all of it. But what were you supposed to do? 

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lee know x 9thfem!reader

imagine after making so many mistakes in practice and lee know being angry at you from all of your childish mistakes that he makes you stay after practice and fuck you against the mirror

“yeah you like that you dumb slut? can’t even get one move right” he rolls his eyes, thrusting into you harder feeling his bulge in your stomach

“yeah you see that? i’m fucking you dumb” he says as you try to stand and not collapse on the floor

he reaches down and rubs circles on your pussy,taking the breath away from you. “cum on my dick, you dumb whore” he grunts in your ear as you cum and shake all over his dick

“good girl, now you think you can learn this dance now you have had a lesson?”