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Jun 25

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pairing: ex-fwb!lee know x afab!reader; (nonexistent brief side pairing of i.n x afab!reader)

genre: angst!, smut, second-chance romance?

synopsis: seeing your ex situationship at your high school graduation reunion makes for a very unexpected turn of events.

wc: 7.3k (she's long)

cw: minho + y/n are pretty toxic, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking w33d, seven minutes in heaven, bickering, past situationships (y/n is still remorseful after years), making out, dry humping, 0ral sex (m and f rec), h4ndjob, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex (don’t do it tho), multiple cre4mpies, cum eating.

a/n: a minho-centered self indulgent fic loosely inspired on a v sapphic friendship i had in hs </3. the relationship dynamics here are unrealistic as well. if ur going through this or something similar, take the necessary time to talk it out first.

The repetitive house music echoed through the building, the buzz of your third sex on the beach cocktail was taking its influence on you. Admittedly, if your best friend wouldn’t have dragged you to your high school’s tenth anniversary reunion, you wouldn’t have been there. Nonetheless, you were, reconnecting with people you hadn’t thought about since you graduated. You would’ve never guessed that your reunion would actually be hosted like a house party like the ones your friends threw when their parents were out of town for the weekend —instead of a formal dinner party. You walked around the patio aimlessly, hazy from the drinks, in desperate need of some fresh air and confused at the layout of the house.

“Y/N! C’mon. They’re going to play seven minutes in heaven!!” Your friend shouted, grabbing your arm. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at the odd choice of game for the night. A circle of people was formed, bottle in the middle of it. Most people weren’t playing as they had attended with their partners. Jiah made room for you two in the circle. She giggled, wrapping her arm around you.

“You guys know the rules already!” Changbin was a bit too enthusiastic about it. “Bottle lands on someone, you go to the room! Seven minutes to do whatever you please!!!” Everyone laughed at that, you weren’t surprised. Changbin was always a fan favorite in your class. Effortlessly funny, charming and always helpful, always kind, always the center of attention. The people who hadn’t sat in the circle looked at you with curiously amused expressions —like they had never expected that they’d see another high school party game like this one. You were sure that you would never see another one, let alone experience it. But you couldn’t bother to care too much, not when your adult responsibilities waited for you the next day.

Changbin let Jeongin spin the bottle first. Jeongin was the youngest —that you knew of— amongst everyone who was playing. He wasn’t a member of your class, but his brother had been and he used to tag along all the time. His shy smile appeared once Changbin called his name, long fingers maneuvering the bottle into a spin. Curious eyes watched the crystal bottle turn around and around. The bottle took a stop in between Hyunjin and Felix who were only a few people away from you. Your breath hitched when you realized that the bottle could actually target you.

“Jeonginnie! You have a tough choice there!” Changbin’s laughed echoed through the room.

“Ew, no. I’ll spin it again.” Jeongin said in defeat. The same curious eyes watched the bottle spin again —silence filled the room, until it landed… on you. You noticed Jeongin gulp, hesitantly standing up. You smirked, standing up and looking back at Jiah. That’s when you saw him, standing in the threshold of the room, eyes boring into yours. Lee Minho in all of his glory, usually nonchalant, too cool to be there, anyways. And his gaze never averted from yours, a single eyebrow raised defiantly. Jeongin extended his hand for you to take, and you did; even if you could still feel Minho staring.

You closed the door to the room and sat down on the bed, waiting for Jeongin to join you. Yang Jeongin was dreamy. He usually had a shy smile on his face and his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He was always proper and polite with you but mean to his brother’s friends. He smiled at you taking a sit next to you on the bed.

“OKAY, LOVEBIRDS. TIMER STARTS NOW!” Changbin shouted from the outside.

“Hi noona.” Jeongin greeted, voice low and breathy.

“Hi, Innie. It’s nice to see you again.” You said, your own voice low. You weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss Jeongin, but seeing him like this… up close, eyes fluttering to your lips, convinced you. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…” Jeongin chuckled.

“I know it’s stupid but I do, if you do… I missed out on playing seven minutes in heaven when I was in high school, so I just figured…” Jeongin confessed, you could tell he was blushing even with the poor lighting, avoiding your gaze. “Plus, I kind of had a crush on you for like a year or two after you completely obliterated my brother in Mario Kart that one time…” You laughed.

“That’s actually so cute. I had no idea!” You added. “You hid it pretty well.” Jeongin chuckled. He looked at you again.

Your hand cupped his sculpted jawline as one of his found its way to your waist. He squeezed it reassuringly. You pressed your lips on his; slow and at first to see how he would react. To your surprise, sweet and shy Jeongin deepened the kiss quickly, attentive to your own reactions but confident in his decision. Jeongin was a good kisser, undeniably so. His strong hands caressed your waist, digging his fingers every time the kiss deepened.

You experimentally placed one of your hands on his thigh, which made Jeongin groan into the kiss, but you didn’t take it any further. Instead, you lost yourself in the kiss, toying with his tongue; he sucked your bottom lip in response. Jeongin lied down on the bed and you prepared yourself to straddle him, feeling his clothed erection when you did. Jeongin’s firm hands guided you to move on top of him, the friction of your underwear over his jeans made you moan softly.

You muffled the moans by leaning forward to kiss Jeongin again as his hands kept their strong hold on your hips. You set your own pace, grinding against him; one of Jeongin’s hands sneaked to your inner thigh and caressed upwards when Changbin pounded on the door.

“TIME’S UP! I EVEN GAVE YOU EXTRA MINUTES!! I HOPE JEONGINNIE DIDN’T GET BLUE BALLS!” He laughed from the outside. You rolled your eyes, offering Jeongin your hand for him to stand up.

“Sorry about that. I got carried away. Are you okay?” Jeongin apologized, crimson appearing on his cheeks and neck. You chuckled as you nodded.

“Don’t feel bad. I enjoyed it. It’s been a while since I’ve made out like that with someone.” You reassured him, only making his blushing even more evident. “Are you okay?” Jeongin nodded and adjusted his erection so it wasn’t noticeable to everyone outside.

You walked out of the room to see everyone staring at you, waiting for some indicator of what had happened in there.

“I liked it a lot, noona.” Jeongin whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand before letting go of it. “Would you l—,” you looked over to the same threshold to see Minho smirking.

“So… Y/N, have a seat… did something good happen?” Changbin interrupted, raising his eyebrows at you. Jeongin sighed and walked back to where was initially sitting.

“Sorry, Bin. I realized that I couldn’t possibly handle another round of seven minutes in heaven… it’s way too hot in there.” You said, trying to appear nonchalant. You looked and Jeongin and winked at him.

Lee Minho stared you down as you walked past him through the corridor to grab some fresh air. You had been embarrassingly overwhelmed at how it felt to be back in a dark, enclosed room, kissing a semi-stranger whilst many others waited to see your reaction when you walked out. You grabbed another drink, surprised at how fast you sobered up after your round was over.

You returned to the patio and sat down on a wooden loveseat, staring at your drink. A soft chuckle left your lips when you thought about how your high school self would’ve reacted to kissing and dry humping sweet Jeongin, clenching your thighs at the interrupted intimacy.

“What’s so funny?” You heard someone ask behind you, a voice too similar. You didn’t even have to look back to know who it was.

“Everything.” You replied as Minho sat down next to you. He finished rolling a blunt and lit it. Minho took a slow hit and offered you. You shook your head. “I don’t smoke weed.”

“You don’t? I could’ve swore that we used to sneak out to get high all the time.” Minho snickered, his handsome face turning into almost a scowl.

“I always preferred edibles.” You said, taking a sip from your drink. “It’s good to see you, Min.”

“I didn’t expect you here.” He said, almost muffled with the blunt in between his lips.

“Yeah, me neither.” You chuckled. “I thought we wouldn’t catch you dead at one of these. Didn’t you say that?” Minho laughed.

“I wanted to see if you’d be here.” Minho replied.

“I wasn’t going to come.” You admitted. “Jiah convinced me.”

“It seemed like you had fun with Jeonginnie earlier.”

“Who said we did anything other than talking?”

“Your messy lipstick and untucked t-shirt.” Minho replied, quick-witted as ever. “I think we fucked enough times to know what you look like.” That took you aback — Minho speaking about the past so casually, it even felt vulgar.

“Already bringing up ghosts?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow. “Jeongin and I just… kissed.”

“Well, I did come here to see you…” Minho replied. “My first impression of you after a decade was seeing you walk into a room with Jeongin… I had to bring it up.”

“Well, we could’ve seen each other many times if you would’ve just… kept in contact.” You sighed. Minho’s eyes met yours, looking almost sad as he put out the blunt.

“What have you been up to?” Minho asked, roughly changing the subject to his favor.

“Not much.” You shrugged.

“Me neither.” He snickered.

You smiled into your drink, feeling conflicted at Minho’s presence. For once, you were relieved to see him alive and well after all of those years but you were also filled with a sense of grief for what could have been if Minho didn’t choose to cut contact with everyone.

You and Minho had had some type of relationship in high school. It never received a label, it just happened. You had known each other for years before it did and you did have a certain love for him. Minho broke your heart when he said that he was done with everyone from school once he graduated. You were sure that he didn’t mean you too— you had been a part of his life for so many years before. But he did; this was the first time you had talked to Minho in ten years. You didn’t expect to see him at the reunion, but he did cross your mind before arriving. You only knew that he was still alive because nobody had told you otherwise.

“You didn’t greet me when you saw me.” Minho said, you shrugged again.

“I don’t really know you anymore.” You replied. Minho snickered.

“You’re not letting that go, huh?”

“I’m not.” You agreed.

“Humor me,” Minho always knew how to rile you up, “why?”

“Minho, I don’t want to actually talk about it.” You replied, looking ahead to the empty backyard.

“Go on. You should let it out.” He said, you sighed.

“Fine! I spent my whole life with you, Min, as friends. Then, we had this thing, and you still left without a word?” You whispered. Minho stared at you, slowly blinking with a sad smile on his face.

“You never told me that you wanted me in your life after high school.”

“How could I? All you ever said was that you wanted to leave everyone behind. It was my own fault for thinking that I’d be any different to you.”

“I didn’t know that you’d still feel so strongly.”

“Me neither.” You confessed. “But, I’m glad that you’re alive. I really am.”

“Me too. I’m enjoying talking to you again.” He said. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“I think I’ve changed plenty.”

“Oh? Still so stubborn and sassy; and always calling me out for my shitty decision-making skills?” Minho remarked. “Sounds like you.” You gently pushed his shoulder.

“What about you? Emotionally avoidant and reeking of weed, I should’ve known you were lurking through.”

“Exactly. It wouldn’t really be a high school reunion if we weren’t together like this.”

You laughed without actually finding what he said funny; but being with Minho always made you feel giggly, even when you disagreed or argued. Minho had been your closest friend for years, of course he would still have that effect on you.

“I saw your mom like a year ago.” Minho added. “She said you were doing well… and that you were getting married…” He cocked an eyebrow. You weren’t surprised that she had boasted about that to Minho, especially since she knew how hurt you were when he disappeared on you.

“Yeah?” You asked, nonchalantly.

“It did surprise me that you’d kiss Jeongin tonight despite being engaged…or married?”

“I’m not…anymore.” You answered, you looked at him and he looked at you like he did a long time ago. “We broke things off.”

“Good. I’m single too.” Minho said, which took you aback.

“I wasn’t…that’s not what I meant.”

“That was my intention, though.” He clarified. “I’ve wanted to call you when your mom said you were getting married. But I didn’t. That would’ve been selfish.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever, let’s go.” You said, throwing care into the wind.

You couldn’t resist Minho, not even after all these years. If you were married or still engaged , you wouldn’t have entertained the thought. But sitting next to him… the smell of alcohol, weed and his musky perfume reminded you of the good memories. Every night under the stars, sneaking out to have sex, to smoke or to talk. All those times he picked you up from work. The family gatherings that he would invite you to. The kisses that promised no attachment but he wouldn’t get tired of.

You didn’t know if you missed feeling young or if a part of you still held on to the possibility of a Minho that was capable of change —of maturing and caring for someone other than himself. You figured that another night with Minho wouldn’t hurt anyone. It was easy for you to agree.

“Really?” Minho asked with a soft chuckle. You shrugged.

“Why not? Backing out already?” You defied him.

“That doesn’t sound like me.”

You said a quick goodbye to your friend, who questioned why you were leaving so early —until she saw Minho leaning on the door, waiting for you. She rolled her eyes and expressed her disappointment at your choice to go with Minho. Nonetheless she hugged you goodbye (“you could do better, you know?” You shrugged). It wasn’t that serious, anyways.

You had always loved Minho —as a friend. His betrayal of your lifelong friendship hurt more than any other sexual endeavor that you had; even if the sex had always been great. That was it for you. You weren’t going with Minho because you wanted him to fall in love with you or because you wanted to fix him. You left with Minho because you wanted to be careless, to feel young and stupid again, to make mistakes that you would later regret and long afterwards look fondly upon. Minho felt like nostalgia…not a happily ever after.

You walked to his car in silence with a boxed wine in one of your hands and a sangria pouch in the other. Minho unlocked his surprisingly nice car and opened the door for you. You slid inside, the leather interior invaded your sense of smell. Minho laughed when he saw your nose scrunch at it.

“I should have known you’d still be sensitive to the new car smell.” He remarked —a reference to the first time he picked you up from school in his mom’s new car many years ago. He rolled down the windows before speeding off.

You hated the how the night air felt on your face, tossing and messing up your hair. Minho had a lit blunt in one hand, so you decided to let the windows down. The faint smell of weed and leather made you nauseous in itself. He passed the joint, to which you hesitantly took a puff from. It had been more than a decade since you inhaled any type of smoke. The sensation took you by surprise, your coughing was loud enough to concern Minho who just took the blunt away from you.

“Noted. Edibles are definitely your poison, I’ll make sure to stock up for next time.” He said, taking an expert puff. ‘Next time’ caught you off guard, but you decided to not pry about it. You were certain that there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. You took a gulp of your sangria and tried to focus on the music that was playing instead of your annoyance with the wind.

A couple of minutes later, Minho pulled up to a street and parked in a house’s driveway. The houses were all nearly identical, plain and beige —only the cars out front were slightly distinguishable. Minho living in a cul-de-sac was definitely a strange sight to have perceived. You remained in the car until he unlocked the door and he signaled you to come in, which was your queue to get up with your trusted wine box in hand and enter the house. Its interiors were as beige and plain as its exteriors, only framed pictures of Minho’s cats and family could indicate that he lived there by just looking at the living room. It smelled like him —not like his perfume or his weed— it smelled clean like fresh laundry, a little floral and comforting. It made you remember that Minho wasn’t just your douchebag friend who broke your heart. You placed the wine box on the table in the kitchen and simply stared at Minho who served two glasses of water.

“For you.” He said, handing you one. “I think you’ve had plenty to drink already tonight. We can save the wine for later.” Minho was always gentle and caring, too.

“Yeah…thanks.” You agreed. Minho smiled at you in a shy way, as he had always done when he was nice to anyone.

Minho invited you to sit next to him on his living room’s couch. Admittedly, your cockiness had died down and you were embarrassed to even have suggested leaving the party. But Minho made you feel comfortable in his own way, he talked about his cats, who were still thriving since you last heard of them. He also spoke about his life as a professional dancer, which surprised you. You knew that Minho was an avid dancer, but to make a living out of it was very curious to you. You spoke about your own job. Minho asked about your engagement but you didn’t elaborate… and he didn’t pry.

“I just asked because…” he sighed, “I was engaged too…very briefly.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that, Min.”

“I’m fine.” He said. “I don’t think we were right for each other, anyways.” You chuckled.

“Funny… that’s the same thing I told my ex when we broke up.” You noted and sighed, staring at your half empty glass of water. “I don’t regret having broken the engagement off but… dating is harder the older you get.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…”

“Yeah…we should, right?” You nodded.

Minho’s hand found your neck as he leaned into you slowly. You, impatiently, met him in the middle, slamming your lips on his. Minho’s lips still felt the same, soft but chapped; they tasted the same too, like weed, alcohol and a hint of mintiness. Minho’s pace was different to what you remembered, he was kissing you softly, savoring. Meanwhile, you were desperate to deepen the kiss, hungry for the rush of intensity that Minho brought out in you. Instead, he took his time caressing your cheek and licking your lips in a silent request for you to mellow down.

You eventually did; because you loved the taste of Minho, especially after such a long time —especially when the last thing you would have expected was to kiss him again. You felt Minho’s hand tighten on your neck —barely noticeable if you weren’t as focused as you were, which let you know that he was just as needy as you. His other hand found your waist, softly caressing the bit of skin that was left uncovered, then wrapping his around you. You pressed closer to Minho, almost falling on top him as he leaned back on the couch. Minho broke the kiss to look at your face, scanning your expression with a smirk.

“F-fuck, Y/N.” He said before dragging you down to completely sit on top of him. Minho’s hands found the hem of your t-shirt and started lifting it up slowly… as if you’d stop him. But you couldn’t, you didn’t want to. Especially not when you stared into his big glossy eyes who looked at you like he always did —in awe. You furrowed your brows because Minho always looked at you like that. Those were the eyes he made at you the last time you saw each other and he was still more than eager to leave you anyways. You sighed, stopping yourself from your remorseful thoughts.

So, you clashed your lips to Minho’s again, dragging your hips up and down against his crotch. You opened your eyes to see Minho’s beautiful face, lips parted, brow-furrowed and humming every time you ground your hips onto his. That sight itself made everything worthy. You felt electricity every time Minho’s clothed erection made contact with your now-soaked underwear. You huffed when Minho stopped you by abruptly sitting up. You shifted your weight to his strong thighs and he just stared at you, sighing deeply.

“I owe you the bed, at least.” He said with a breathy laugh, handing you the discarded shirt. “You feel… amazing.” You stood up from his lap and Minho led the way to his room. You quietly followed him, looking at every picture frame that hung on the corridor. You clutched your discarded t-shirt to your chest, like you used to do when you sneaked around as teenagers.

Minho’s room was as you expected, minimalistic yet messy. The unmade bed and manga scattered around his desk indicated that he either didn’t spend too much time there or he bedrotted extensively. Minho apologized and folded his comforter, placing it aside on his dresser. As soon as he finished, his hands and lips were back on you. Minho kissed you fearlessly, hands roaming through your waist before signaling you to lay down on the bed. You sat down instead, looking up at him as your hands reached for his belt. Minho bit his lip to suppress a moan when your hand caressed his growing bulge. Your unbuckled his belt and your nimble fingers undid the buttons of his jeans, Minho pulled his pants down.

An evident tent formed in Minho’s underwear when you freed him from the confines of his jeans. You teased his cock over his underwear, pumping it as a small patch of precum formed. He looked absolutely gorgeous whilst he threw his head back at the feeling of your hands on him. You lowered his boxers to see his hard, cock reddened with arousal. The patch of hair at its base was already matted with how much precum he leaked. You didn’t hesitate to take him into your mouth, giving his leaking tip kitten licks. Minho moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. Minho’s grip on your hair tighten when you swirled your tongue around his shaft, taking in the salty taste of his precum. You cupped his heavy, full balls in your hands, which made him look at you again.

“F-fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming.” Minho warned…a plea for you to stop. But, you kept sucking and licking along his cock. Minho’s orgasm took over him, spilling ropes and ropes of thick cum inside your mouth. You didn’t think twice before swallowing the salty remnants of his arousal. “Damn, you’re so fucking hot.” Minho pressed his lips on yours, quickly slipping his tongue inside your mouth; capturing your form beneath him. “I’ll never get used to that pretty little mouth.” His lips trailed kissed along your jaw and neck, sucking dark marks on the latter. You slipped out of your skirt when Minho disconnected from you.

Minho’s lips traveled down to your tits, biting gently at the mounds that spilled from your bra. His fingers carefully undid the front clasp of your bra, making your them spill forward. Minho helped you take off the fabric before diving in to take one of your nipples between your teeth. One of his hands toyed with the other bud, pinching and rolling it in a harsher way as his lips soothed the other nipple. Heat pooled in your stomach as he went from one bud to another until he was satisfied and your nipples left deliciously swollen. Minho blew air at the sensitive buds, which made you moan in response. You caught a glimpse of his satisfied grin when he did.

“I missed doing that.” Minho admitted, placing a gentle kiss on your stomach before hooking a finger on the waistband of your lace underwear. Minho’s delicate hands lowered your panties until they were fully off. He threw them to the floor before making an embarrassed face as he picked them back up and placed them next to the rest of your clothes. You chuckled at how stupidly cute he turned when he did things like those.

But his facade shifted once his face was buried in your cunt. His tongue licked your folds, saliva mixing with your own arousal as he ate you out. He started with gentle sucks on your clit, which turned into desperate laps on your folds. You couldn’t hold your moans when he was eating you so well, admittedly vocalizing louder than you would’ve liked. But Minho did enjoy when you were loud, humming into your enlarged cunt every time you moaned. His hips rutted against the mattress as your orgasm approached you. You instinctively grabbed a handful of his hair between your legs, tugging at it and gently grinding your hips on his face as you came undone on his mouth.

“F-fuck, Y/N. You taste so good.” Minho said, lifting himself up to approach your lips; his cock was standing hard, proud and heavy between his legs again. He lifted up your chin. “Taste yourself.” His lips met yours… this time hungrier and desperately as if you were going to disappear. And you did taste yourself, your tangy arousal mixed with the remnants of the taste of Minho’s cum on your mouth made a delectable treat —he could feel it too.

“Min…” You pleaded breaking off the kiss, “fuck me, please.” His eyes found yours and a playful smirk appeared on his face making him look much more youthful.

“I’ll even make love to you.” He scoffed, barely audible, but he knew that you would catch it. You always did, still you weren’t falling for Minho’s sweet talking this time.

Minho settled between your legs, cock pleasurably red and erect, slid his tip through your folds —teasing you, something he knew always riled you up. Then, his bulbous tip kissed your cunt. You weren’t sure if it was accidental, but Minho groaned when it caught inside, just slightly. He was about to pull out when you stopped him.

“P-please, Min…all the way.” You cried, and he obliged, pushing the rest of his cock inside of you. His girth mixed with your tightness was more than pleasurable. You had never felt Minho raw before —he always made sure to use protection even as stupid teens. And you knew that this was a mistake, that you should’ve used a condom. But the feeling of him inside of you with no barriers blurred your sense of responsibility. He wouldn’t complain, not when he was having his own epiphany being inside of you without a condom. You felt his girth in a whole new way, his cock throbbed inside of you when Minho whimpered —hearing Minho made you clench around him. Your walls took his cock impossibly closer to them… to you.

“I’m going to start thrusting, jagi.” Minho announced, almost breathless. “I’ll cum if I don’t.” The last part was barely audible too, more like a thought out loud.

Minho shifted his hips slow and steady inside of you; the pace made you clench even harder around him. He bit his bottom lip as he continued his movements inside of you. Minho’s hands found your waist as he leaned his weight against you. His breath was instantly on your mouth, fingers digging into your waist as he hardened his thrusts.

You clenched around him again in defiance. Minho moaned against your lips before kissing you —hard and eager, as if you hadn’t kissed before. The type of kiss you expected the first time he kissed you after a a decade, opposed to his gentle approach. This kiss was hungry, experienced, longing. It made you feel butterflies —not that the other kisses hadn’t. Minho bit your bottom lip after a particularly harsh thrust, then proceeded to leave bite marks on your neck. Even when his mouth wasn’t on you, you could feel its ghost dancing against your sensitive skin. The heat of Minho’s lips was tantalizing to you.

Minho looked into your eyes once again with a soft look, a dangerous gaze. Like he would tell you that he loved you and would run away with you. And you panicked.

You stopped Minho, turning around so you would be in all fours. You couldn’t possibly stare at Minho and not fall in love with him when he looked at you like that. Minho was confused, evidently, but he quickly pushed back in with a groan. His thrusts were harsher like this— fast, hungry and desperate as his hips slapped against your ass. His hands dug into your ass, caressing it every time that he thrusted in again. And you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

“Fuck. You still feel so good.” Minho groaned as he kept his eager pace. You swore that you could feel every vein in his cock when he trusted all the way out of you and back inside… until he filled you up completely. “Fuck….fuck. You’ll come around me, right?” You nodded, sneaking your own hand to rub circles around your already sensitive clit.

Minho’s weight shifted so you could lay down completely, the pressure of your weight felt good on your cunt. Your fingers were experienced, you knew exactly what you needed to do so you could cum. You held off your orgasm to listen to Minho’s grunts behind you, but you failed to remember that Minho knew exactly what you needed to come, as well. His hand found its way to your neck, small fingers slightly squeezing it. You moaned at the feeling of his hands back on your neck, the familiar warmth around your throat mixed with his thrusts and moans took you over your edge. You clenched around Minho’s thick cock, spasming as your climax unfolded. Minho cursed before you felt an unfamiliar warmth inside of you. Minho halted his movements, apologizing as he unloaded the last ropes of his ardent seed inside of your spent cunt.

You sighed at the sensation of your cunt drenched in Minho’s cum —a feeling that you could’ve never imagined. Minho kept apologizing, his face buried in your neck.

“‘M sorry, jagi. I’m sorry.” He repeated, softened cock still inside of you.

“It’s okay, Min.” You reassured, making a mental note to get the morning after pill. “It’s okay.”

You laid there for a few minutes, catching your breaths before Minho pulled out and left the room without another word. You gulped, reaching for your discarded clothes and letting his cum drip onto the sheets of his empty bed —he would have to wash them anyways. Minho returned, fully dressed, as you were putting your bra on, with a bottle of water and a towel in his hands.

“Let me clean you up.” He said, kneeling in front of you, dragging the towel’s rough material against your sensitive cunt. “Sorry about this.” He bit his lip as he concentrated in cleaning your cunt —you didn’t know why you let him; you just drank your water. Minho kissed your lips when he was done, you stood up. “You’re leaving?” You nodded.

“It’s late.” You said, Minho chuckled.

“Come here.” He said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his bed. “You should stay.” You deadpanned, his hands found your face before kissing you again. “I want you to stay…”

“You can’t always get what you want, Min.” You said, “this was great, but we’re not magically best friends again or anything. I’m over that.”

“I’m not asking for more… just tonight. You can leave in the morning.” He negotiated. “I know that I hurt you a lot. I didn’t mean to.”

He opened his arms to you, and you hugged him. The hug itself was more intimate than anything, you felt sorrow when his arms wrapped around your body; nearly crying at the feeling. If someone would have told you that you would be crying in Minho’s arms as a consequence of attending your high school anniversary, you wouldn’t have attended. Minho apologizing did mend your current self, but you cried for your past self —who lost someone that was crucial in her life, who rendered herself unimportant because Minho left her without a second thought.

You stayed, because that was who you were… because even if Minho treated you badly, you couldn’t help but love him after so many years of being in each other’s lives, even if intermittent. You even felt a sniffle coming from Minho, when his chin was on your shoulder. Because Minho is human and he made mistakes and he apologized, even if it was in his Minhoesque manner. It was different now. You and Minho had felt each other in an entirely different way, more intimate and close and raw. Instead of exciting you… it scared you.

Minho eventually let go of his hold on you, lying down on the bed next to you. He spoke to you in a soft tone; tearing up as he explained the reason for his lack of presence in your life. You sighed, because you couldn’t hold it against him…because he loved you in the most emotionally unintelligent way and that terrified him. He had been selfish, a selfishness that you couldn’t comprehend; still, you felt sorry for his own unhealed traumatic experiences.

“I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone before.” Minho admitted. “At first I thought it was a sibling-type of love but it clearly wasn’t. And…I would’ve done anything for you… no questions asked. I thought that I was losing my mind…” he chuckled. “…it wasn’t healthy, y’know, for someone who wasn’t your…anything.” You stayed silent, you didn’t know what you could possibly respond to that confession.

“I wish you would’ve told me.” You spoke up after a minute. “I was so in love with you… like, stupidly in love with you. And you were my best friend in this world…losing your friendship hurt a lot.”

“I didn’t know…I swear.”

“You know that I’m the most sentimental bitch you know, Min. I miss cats that I’ve seen on the street once! Did you really think I wouldn’t miss you?” He chuckled.

“I mean… not to justify myself but we did say that what was going on between us had no strings attached.” He added. “I thought you meant it. I couldn’t keep being just friends after that.”

“I could’ve…or…we could’ve been something more.”

It was Minho’s turn to take a deep breath.

“I wasn’t ready for that. I would’ve fucked things up either way.”

“You never know, Min, but that version of us doesn’t exist…we do.” You said. “And a part of me will always love you. I’m sure of that. And even if you returned to my life, another part of me will always be hurt that you left.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known, anyways. I’m blaming you when I didn’t do anything either.” You sighed, leaning your head onto Minho’s shoulder, he inched his face closer to press a kiss to your forehead. Which, admittedly, made you feel butterflies. Minho’s presence and the comforting silence that came with it was all that you wanted in that moment.

A feeling of guilt awakened you early the next morning, Minho laid fast asleep next to you; always looking beautiful and angelic while memories of the conversations that you had last night skimmed through your mind. You blindly walked through the corridor or Minho’s house, looking for the bathroom. Once you found it, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had definitely seen better days. You hadn’t even removed your makeup before leaving, so you used a cleansing balm in Minho’s cabinet to remove it. You did feel disgusting, not showering after a night of alcohol and sex. You weren’t sure where your phone was or even where you were as you blindly trusted Minho. You wanted to leave but you literally couldn’t.

“Good morning, jagi.” Minho’s voice startled you, “want to shower?” You nodded. “Go ahead, I’ll bring some clothes and a towel.”

You were surprised when Minho stepped into the shower behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before helping you rinse off the soap on your body. You turned around to face him, confused at his decision to join you. He looked just as confused to be there, eyes staring dreamily at you with a soft smile on his face…a sight that made you melt. You leaned to kiss his lips, shocked at your own initiative. Minho kissed you back, hands flying to your waist. You felt Minho’s cock grow hard against your leg as the kiss deepened. Your hands slid down his toned, wet body until one wrapped around his thick erection.

Minho moaned against your lips when you gave his cock a few experimental tugs. Minho’s hands found your ass, pulling you closer to him as he kneaded the flesh. Minho’s fingers found your clit, tracing figure 8’s on it, a smirk forming on his face as you moaned at the feeling of him slipping two fingers inside of you. You clenched around him, stopping your own movements on his cock when he started kissing your neck, tracing the already darkened bruises.

“Nobody knows you like I do…” Minho said. “You know that, right? Nobody can make you feel this good.” You whimpered at his words. “Fuck. I want this pussy every morning…I want you everyday.” Minho quickened the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “You want me, right?”

“Y-yes, Min.” You moaned as he curled his fingers inside your warm cunt. “Fuck…”

“That’s what I like to hear, jagi. Turn over.”

You obliged, turning around with your hands pressed against the tiles of his bathroom. You felt Minho lining his throbbing erection to your glistening folds. He pushed in —which made you whimper, still sore from the night before. His big cock filled you perfectly. Minho’s hands found your waist, helping you stabilize yourself as he started thrusting. Minho started softly at first, making sure that you were comfortable.

“M-min…faster.” You begged and he did, setting a harsh pace. You could only focus on Minho —the feeling of his cock dragging itself inside of you, his hands caressing your body, his lips kissing your shoulder. Minho always knew how to make you feel otherworldly.

“Fuck, jagi. Do you know that I’m yours? I’ve always been yours.” Minho babbled with his face pressed on the back of your neck. “This has always been for you. Nobody feels as good as you do.” You moaned in response. “Are you mine, jagi?” His hands slid downwards until they found your clit.

“Y-yes! Always.”

“Are you going to make out with Jeonginnie at parties again?”

“N-no.” He quickened his pace. “I don’t need to, if I have you.”

“F-fuck, Y/N. You’re taking me so well.”

You moaned.

“I love you. I fucking love you so much.” Minho said —the words that made you feel everything, you clenched around him… hard. “I’m going to fill you up again, okay? Is that okay?”

“Y-yes. I want your cum so badly…” You whimpered as his pace quickened. your orgasm approaching you. Minho pressed his calloused fingertips harder on your clit which took you to your climax. You gushed around Minho, moaning his name in such a sinful manner that he needed to follow suit. Minho stopped his movements as he filled you with generous amounts of his thick cum. You moaned at the warmth of him inside of you again. This time shamelessly; you wanted to feel his cum drip from your spent cunt.

Minho lowered himself to his knees and started eating you out before you could even react to what had happened. His expert tongue lapped at your mixed releases as if it were the most delectable meal available. You ran your fingers through his hair as he sucked your cunt clean, only separating from it when you came on his face again. He sat on the floor of his shower, panting and catching his breath.

“I have to wash you again now.” He said, lathering your body with milky soap. Minho pressed a gentle kiss on your lips while still catching his breath. “I don’t have the stamina that I used to have… even as a dancer.” You couldn’t help but giggle when his small fingers tickled the curve your waist. “I meant it.” His tone was serious now. “I love you, even if you don’t love me back.”

“You were my best friend. I’ll always love you.”

“No. I meant… as more than friends. I love you.” He reaffirmed. “I love you as in I don’t want to be apart from you…as in I’ve spent so many years running from my feelings that I want to spend the rest of my life next to you… if you’ll have me..”

“I love you too, Minho, but, we need to get to know each other again before you say things like that…so you can actually mean it.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck —the feeling of the water drip from above was now conscious in your mind.

“I’m willing to do that.” He said with a cute little smile on his face.

“Seriously?”

“Duh.”

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Jun 11

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𓈒𓏸.°• walking in water... not on water ｡˚○

pairing: bf!jeongin x afab!reader

genre: smut, lil crack

synopsis: your clever boyfriend attempts to teach you how to swim…or maybe just relax

wc: 1.5k

cw: pool sex, semi-public, breast play, unprotected piv (don’t do it!), creampie

The pool had been empty for as long as you had been there. It was late, the light breeze of the nighttime made the water feel colder than it actually was. Jeongin had been swimming laps for half an hour whilst you relaxed, sitting on the rough stairs in the pool.

You watched Jeongin’s form closely as he changed from freestyle to backstroke to butterfly strokes. You weren’t really complaining as you took your time to admire the flexing of his already defined muscles as he swam. However, Jeongin was completely unaware of how long he had been swimming, you knew that because he said he’d only be gone for five minutes…three or four laps at most.

“Innie.” You called out to him. He kept swimming. “Innie!” A little louder. Jeongin botched his butterfly stroke when he heard you.

“Sorry, darling…” He said as he swam in slow strokes to where you sat. “I could show you, if you want.”

You reluctantly nodded, not having anything else to do. You had tried to learn to swim many times before, but you never succeeded. You had been too embarrassed to hire an actual swim teacher or ask one of the more seasoned members to help you. Although, you discarded the latter because Jeongin would probably crash out if he saw Hyunjin or Felix or Changbin teaching you how to swim.

“You know that I can’t even relax long enough to float.” You protested. Jeongin’s lips curled upwards from his usual pout.

“I have an idea.” He teased with a bright smile as he held out his hand for you.

You rolled your eyes but walked over to him, feeling the water’s resistance as you moved. You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck as he carried you on his back to a deeper part of the pool. Jeongin glided through the water like it was his second nature. He swam to the edge of the pool; his hands grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on the edge. He shifted to face you and trapped himself against you and the tiles.

“Hi, pretty.” You said, chuckling at his silly expression. “Is there any reason why we’re here now?”

“Yep.” His hands found your waist, shifting you around to be pressed against the cool tiles. You panicked, instantly grabbing Jeongin’s strong shoulders, legs struggling until they found Jeongin’s body. “Baby, it’s okay. You can literally touch the floor. We’re still at, like, four feet.”

Oh.

You started lowering your legs to rest on the floor when Jeongin’s arms flew to them, holding them in place and proceeding to wrap them around his waist. You cocked your eyebrow at him, Jeongin wasn’t fond of PDA, even when there wasn’t a soul around aside from yours. He smiled at you in response, arms holding your legs in place. Jeongin leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips as his long fingers gently caressed your thighs. He kissed you again, this time slower, deeper. The rough edge of the pool pressed against your exposed back as Jeongin leaned forward onto you. His cold, wet hand cupped your face when the kiss deepened, thumb moving slowly across your cheek.

“You trust me, right?” He asked. You nodded, eyebrow still cocked. That’s when you felt Jeongin’s hands pull at the string of your bikini top. You held the cups of your bra, so it didn’t fall over.

“Innie, what the hell?”

“I’m helping you relax.” He said, hands grabbing yours.

“Innie…” you sighed, undoubtedly wanting to partake in whatever he wanted to do, but still nervous. “…what if the guys get back early?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll hide you, my back has gotten wider, no?” You chuckled, letting go of the top.

Jeongin undid the rest of your top and shucked it onto the rough poolside floor next to where you were. You felt your nipples pebble when the cool night air grazed them. Jeongin’s cock hardened beneath your legs as he soothed your sensitive buds with his mouth and fingers, sucking and nibbling at one whilst his expert fingers worked on the other.

You were slowly but surely letting yourself enjoy Jeongin’s touch despite still being on edge. You barely even noticed that Jeongin’s hands had strayed away from your nipple —mouth still on you— to pull at your bikini bottom’s flimsy string. He looked at you, biting his bottom lip but you didn’t protest. He undid the knot and tossed your bottoms along with your top, leaving you completely bare in the nearly freezing pool water. Jeongin pecked your lips before lowering his own swimsuit beneath his ballsack, just enough to free his erection.

Your legs remained wrapped against Jeongin’s waist when his tip started teasing your folds. Jeongin pushed his length inside you, slowly at first, gaining momentum with every inch that entered you. Once, he was fully sheathed inside of you, he buried his face in your neck.

Jeongin sucked bruises on your neck, and you fell yourself further sink into his warmth as his cock thrusted in and out of your throbbing cunt. The weightlessness of being in water couldn’t compare to the bliss that you felt when your boyfriend’s cock pounded into you. Especially when he focused on thrusting slow and deep strokes, making sure you felt him in every inch of your needy cunt.

“Baby, you feel amazing.” Jeongin moaned against your neck, losing his composure for a second. Water splashed around with every thrust of Jeongin’s eager hips. Your back molded into the edge of the pool. And Jeongin’s long and lustrous fingers made their way to rub your clit as he whispered sweet praises to you.

“You’re doing great, baby.” He groaned into your ear, slightly quickening his pace. You couldn’t focus on his praises, though. The feeling of his cock and the lightness of the water were your center at the moment… basking in absolute pleasure. Feeling your boyfriend’s long fingers inside of you was the cherry on top; your strongest focal point was to feel the physicality of everything.

Then, you understood why people loved the sensation of water and, you would guess, swimming. The feeling of Jeongin inside of you, kissing your neck and rubbing your clit to a welcome overstimulation felt freeing. That had been the most relaxation you were able to feel in a body of water. Jeongin’s praises became louder as his orgasm approached him as well as yours. Your throbbing cunt clenched around his cock, tightly and snugly as Jeongin rubbed your clit faster and harder.

Your cunt tightened around Jeongin’s cock when you finally reached your orgasm. You struggled to keep quiet, moaning his name as you came around him. Jeongin cursed when his hips gave up, he pressed as close against you as he could. Jeongin’s orgasms were always breathtaking; his beautiful eyes closed shut, lips moaning your name as he released generous amounts of his creamy seed inside of your eager cunt. Your boyfriend smirked when you finally let go of him; panting, chest rising and falling but you did feel less rigid.

“That was wonderful, wasn’t it? Do you feel any better?” He asked, placing a kiss on both of your nipples, and then, on your lips. You nodded in bliss, still fucked out, basking in the feeling of his warm cum unloading into the cold water.

Your boyfriend took you by surprise when he handled to lay on your back on top of the water. His hands were pressed against your back. Slowly, he distanced his hands from your body, in attempts to help you float.

“Good, baby. Just relax.” He encouraged as he removed his hands completely.

And, just like that, you started sinking once again. Jeongin’s strong hand grabbed your arm and pulled you up. His expression concerned at first, but when he noticed that you were okay, he just laughed.

“Aish, Y/N. I think we’ll have to get you a proper instructor. I think I’ve used every technique in my book.” Jeongin said in between laughs. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at his defeat; a shy pout appearing on your face when he hugged you. “It’s okay. I love you even if you never learn how to swim.”

“I’m going to shower. I feel sticky.” You announced, slightly annoyed as you made your way out of the pool. You wrapped a towel around your naked body, completely unaware that you left everything else. Jeongin shrugged and continued to swim laps in the empty pool.

A few minutes later, you were already in the bathroom when you heard a dramatic scream.

“YANG JEONGIN! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A BIKINI ON THE FLOOR?” Changbin’s voice echoed. “YOU FREAK!!!!”

You could overhear the faint, annoyed voices of the rest of the members complaining about not being able to use the pool for the rest of the trip.

And you could imagine your boyfriend’s pretty little smirk…

or, in a more realistic sense, furiously shy apologies to his members.

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