-stray kids smut oneshots- - Chapter 34: Chapter 34

Minho rolled his eyes, when he yet again saw Jisung glaring at him. He definitely regretted coming to Hyunjin's birthday party. If he would have known that Jisung would be here as well, he would have pretended to be sick so that he didn't have to come.
Hyunjin had said that he wanted a smaller party with only his closest friends and unfortunately Jisung seemed to be one of them. Whenever their friends met, Minho and Jisung were the only ones, who didn't get along and even though everyone noticed, no one said anything.
It was so obvious that neither Minho, nor Jisung wanted to be here, but they tried their best to not show it, only because it was Hyunjin's birthday.
Why did Jisung even have to be here? With his stupid smile, that he never directed at Minho, with his super fluffy looking hair, that everyone was allowed to touch except for Minho and with his annoying voice that never spoke to Minho directly.
"Who's next?" Chan asked, looking around the room.
They were playing 'seven minutes in heaven', a game that Jisung did not want to play, but Hyunjin had convinced him. Now it was more interesting to look at his freshly painted, black nails, rather than pay attention to the game.
"Jisung's next."
Only when his name was being said, he looked up and with wide eyes. The problem was, that they weren't playing the normal version of 'seven minutes in heaven', where they simply had to be in a room for seven minutes and were able to do whatever they wanted.
No, Hyunjin had decided that after those seven minutes, at least one person had to come out with a hickey. So far, Chan had a hickey from Jeongin and Hyunjin had one from Changbin. Now it was Jisung's turn to spin the bottle to see who he would have to play with.
Jisung closed his eyes, after spinning the bottle, hoping that it wouldn't land on the one person, he didn't want to talk to. He didn't mind giving someone else a hickey, but not Minho, please not Minho.
"It's Minho!" Hyunjin excitedly shouted, shoving the older over to Jisung. Most of them were tipsy, Minho and Jisung were the only ones, who were completely sober. It only made it worse.
Jisung groaned, loud enough for Minho to hear him. "Believe me, I don't want this either." Minho hissed, jaw clenching.
As soon as Minho and Jisung had disappeared into the guest room upstairs, Hyunjin laughed. "What if we lock them in the room, maybe they finally become friends."
"I'm honestly sick of them always being mad at each other." Changbin added, thinking that Hyunjin's plan might work. The others agreed.
"Okay, I'll do it in a few minutes."
Upstairs in the guest room, Minho sighed. "So are we just gonna wait here?"
Jisung was annoyed already. "Didn't you listen? You know the rules, one of us has to come out with a hickey."
"Ew, definitely not. It's just a game, what're they gonna do?" Minho raised a brow, resisting the urge to insult Jisung.
"They're drunk so who knows. Maybe they'll post ugly pictures of us as a punishment." Jisung shrugged.
Then he laughed when he saw Minho's horrified expression. "Let me guess, they have many pictures of you?"
Minho nodded and Jisung only laughed harder. "What kind of pictures do they have? Let me guess, you were drunk and did something stupid." Jisung walked over to where Minho was, only to annoy him further. "You seem like someone, who'd strip. Would be funny to see that." He was close now, about to touch Minho's shoulder.
"Fuck off." Flushing, Minho pushed Jisung's hand away, but it only caused Jisung to chuckle. Still, he took a step back and sighed.
"Okay, okay. Shut your ugly mouth and just do it." He finally decided. He wasn't sure if they would actually go as far as to 'punish' them, but he would rather get a hickey from Minho than whatever they would think of.
"Who said I want to give you a hickey? I don't want my lips to touch you, I might get infected with whatever you have." Minho tried to put as much disgust into his voice as he could, but his eyes betrayed him. Jisung just had to take one look at Minho and he would see that the thought excited him.
"With what I have?" Jisung scoffed. "You can't be serious." He narrowed his eyes. "But okay, I'll do it then. At least I won't have to walk around with that ugly bruise then." He only mumbled the last part, already standing in front of Minho again.
He put his hands against Minho's chest, pushing him back against the desk in the room. They were in a pretty suggestive position, where Minho was trapped and Jisung smirked at how helpless the older looked. An emotion flashed over Minho's expression, that Jisung couldn't decipher and it concerned him honestly.
"Are you sure, though? We don't have to, I'm sure we can talk to them." Jisung offered. He didn't like Minho, but he didn't want him to be uncomfortable because of him either.
Minho rolled his eyes, gaining confidence and pulling Jisung even closer by his collar. It made the younger stumble forward, their lower bodies pressed together, while their noses touched. "What? Are you scared now?" He raised a brow in a challenging way.
Jisung was taken aback from Minho's sudden behavior and he needed a moment to process the situation. While he was still staring at Minho in surprise, the older leaned down to Jisung's neck already, his breath fanning over his smooth skin. "If you're that scared, I can do it."
Hadn't Minho just said that he didn't want to do it? "I thought-" Jisung didn't finish the sentence. What was he even doing? He was supposed to be the one to have control over the situiation. And why the hell was he blushing?
Jisung scoffed, making Minho take his hands off of his shirt, instead they landed on Jisung's hips, but neither of them noticed that right now. "If you really want it that bad." Jisung's tone was mocking and he buried his fingers in Minho's hair to tilt his head to the side harshly.
It made Minho whine, but he was glad that Jisung ignored the sound. Then he felt Jisung's lips on his skin and his eyes closed. Jisung wasn't shy, now that Minho had provoked him. He wanted to show that he could do this and that he was good at it.
While his lips moved against Minho's neck, his other hand rested on Minho's shoulder, where he had pulled the shirt down a bit to give Jisung easier access. It exposed his collarbone and Jisung's thumb softly stroked over the skin, making goosebumps erupt all over Minho's body.
He didn't want to admit it, but everything Jisung did made his knees weak and he wanted more of it. Jisung was sucking on his neck roughly, he was sure he had a hickey already, but Jisung didn't stop.
Letting his his tongue glide over the skin, Jisung felt proud when Minho moaned lowly. He could tell that Minho was enjoying it, by the way he was holding onto Jisung's waist and he could feel his nails dig into his skin even through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Sit down on the desk." Jisung mumbled against the skin.
He had to help him get onto the desk, before he could continue because everything that Minho could feel were Jisung's wet lips on his skin. The younger's hair tickled him, but he barely noticed it, especially when Jisung decided to let go of Minho's hair to place his hand on his thigh, moving it around, higher and higher.
"Jisung-" He didn't even know what he had wanted to say, but the blond's name came out like a moan and that was so embarrassing.
Jisung moved down on Minho's neck a bit, searching for a special spot that would make Minho moan again because he wanted to hear it again. He needed it.
The kiss, that he now placed on Minho's skin, was softer, but right after that, Jisung let his teeth sink into it, creating another mark, that already started to bruise.
His fingers were playing with the belt loops on Minho's pants and Jisung had to close his eyes for a moment, when he heard Minho moan again. He could tell he tried to suppress the sounds, but it didn't work and again, Jisung craved to hear more.
Instead, he pulled away, eyes falling onto what he had created. Minho's perfect skin was now decorated with red and purple bruises. He had only focused on one spot, but it was definitely obvious that this hadn't just been a quick hickey.
Jisung snapped his gaze away from Minho's neck, almost cursing under his breath when he saw that Minho's eyes were still closed, as if he was hoping for more. "Admit it, you liked that." He said, a bit breathless, as he gently touched the hickey.
It only needed this one comment to pull Minho out of his thoughts. "No, you can't even give a hickey properly. It was awful." He was lying and he was not good at it.
Jisung noticed it even before Minho had finished speaking and he raised a brow. "Are you sure?" He attached his lips to Minho's jawline, kissing him this time, until his lips reached Minho's ear. The older had to hold his breath to compose himself. The tension between them was growing. "Then do it better. Show me how it works." Jisung whispered in a provoking voice, but to Minho it just sounded hot.
Shaking his head, Minho bit his lip. He knew he could never do this better than Jisung had, he would just embarrass himself further. "And now you're shy?" Jisung chuckled, face moving closer to Minho's.
They were looking into each other's eyes, the smirk disappearing from Jisung's face, instead he only looked calm, as if he didn't want to tease Minho anymore. It confused the older, until Jisung leaned in and suddenly they were kissing.
He didn't even know how and why it happened, but Minho kissed back without wasting a second. Minho's arms wrapped around Jisung's neck and Jisung's hands returned to their place on Minho's thighs, exploring every part of them.
Without hesitating, Minho opened his mouth, immediately feeling Jisung's tongue slip in. He whined against Jisung's lips, he could tell Jisung liked to hear him, so it was a good thing that he was pretty loud.
Jisung pulled away for a second, only to mumble, "What are we doing?" against Minho's soft lips, that tasted to heavenly. He had seen Minho apply lipgloss earlier and he definitely needed to find out what kind of lipgloss that was. Strawberry? Cherry?
He didn't give Minho time to answer the question, instead he let himself sink back into that addicting feeling of Minho's mouth moving against his own.
For Minho, the situation was kind of overwhelming. They hated each other, why were they kissing, when they were only supposed to give one of them a hickey and why did he enjoy it? Jisung's touch turned him on and he was leaning in again, each time Jisung tried to pull away.
Jisung could have sworn he had heard something outside of the room, so this time he stopped Minho, when he pulled away, panting. Only now that he was coming back to reality, he realized what they were doing. "I- I think seven minutes are up." Jisung took a step away, watching Minho carefully get down from the desk, both kind of embarrassed.
"I think so too." Minho answered, not really knowing what to say. He was trying to catch his breath, while he followed Jisung to the door, heavily blushing.
Jisung tried to open the door, but when he did, nothing happened, the door stayed closed. Again, he pulled on the handle, but it didn't open. Frowning, he looked at Minho, who raised a brow. "You can't even open a door?" Apparently they were back to their old habit of hating each other.
"It doesn't work." Jisung crossed his arms.
"It's just a door." Minho answered.
"I swear it's locked. Try it yourself."
Minho sighed, reaching forward to open the door, just to find out that it was actually locked.
"See? I told you." Leaning against the wall, Jisung watched Minho chuckle akwardly. It was the first time that Jisung really looked at Minho this evening and he had to admit, that he did look cute with his messy hair, his swollen lips and the blush on his cheeks. "Hyunjin? Where are you?"
While Jisung had asked the question, his eyes never left Minho's body, looking him up and down. Surprisingly, it didn't make Minho uncomfortable, he liked the attention that Jisung was giving him. Finally Jisung noticed him in a way that wasn't negative, his gaze wasn't filled with spite.
Minho's heartbeat quickened because of the way Jisung was looking at him, as if he desired him.
On the other side of the door, they heard Hyunjin giggle. "You can stay in there until you make up." With widened eyes, their gazes locked. Did that mean Hyunjin had locked the door? "Please don't kill each other."
Then they heard Hyunjin go back downstairs, leaving them alone, locked into the room. "He can't be serious." Minho groaned, falling onto the bed. "What are we gonna do now? Who knows when they'll open the door."
Jisung climbed onto the bed as well, hovering over Minho, whose eyes were closed, so he could only feel that Jisung was on the bed as well. So it surprised him to hear Jisung's voice so close to his ear. "I know what we can do."
Shivers ran down Minho's spine and he didn't dare to open his eyes. "What?" He asked hesitantly.
"I can just show you." Jisung whispered and Minho felt the younger's breath on his lips.
His body reacted before he could think and he leaned up to kiss Jisung. As if fearing that Jisung might pull away, he wrapped his arms around his neck, while Jisung properly climbed on top of him. It felt too good to kiss Jisung, he couldn't even lie to himself anymore.
Jisung's hands wandered all over his body, until they slipped under his shirt. Minho instantly whined, only kissing Jisung harder, not caring that their movements were messy.
During their kiss, they could practically feel that they were getting needy and Jisung's touch became more aggressive, while Minho's moans were swallowed by the kiss. They knew where this was leading and they knew that both of them wanted it.
"Are you a virgin? I don't think anyone would want to fuck someone as annoying as you." Even though Jisung's words were harsh, Minho could see a hint of concern flashing over his eyes.
It confused Minho. Why did Jisung say something like this when in reality he was concerned?
"I'm not." Minho answered, while nervously playing with Jisung's hair.
"Really?" A mocking grin replaced the concern on Jisung's face, as if he didn't believe Minho. But Minho nodded because he knew that he wasn't lying. "Who would even-" Jisung stopped himself. "Actually I don't think I want to know."
"Well obviously you want to fuck me. Or you wouldn't be touching me like this." Minho provoked him, glancing down at Jisung's hands, that were already lifting his shirt.
To help Jisung pull the shirt over his head, Minho sat up. The fabric landed on the floor and Jisung's shirt was the next item to fall down. "Oh, shut the fuck up." Jisung pushed Minho back onto the bed.
He then lifted Minho's hips to take his pants off, noticing how Minho was hard already and Jisung grinned. "Kinda sad that I didn't get to see you strip now." He knew what kind of effect his words would have on Minho.
"Maybe some other time." Minho mumbled and he couldn't get more embarrassed than he was right now, not even when Jisung pulled his underwear down, leaving Minho completely naked.
Jisung pressed his fingers against Minho's lips, slipping them inside as soon as he opened his mouth. Since they didn't have lube, they had to do it like this, but Jisung didn't mind. The way Minho sucked on his fingers only made him imagine what else his mouth could do.
While his fingers were deep down Minho's throat, his other hand wrapped around Minho'd dick, stroking it so slowly. He focused more on the tip, swiping his thumb over it. He could instantly tell that Minho was sensitive and that he liked the sensation against his tip.
Minho had already forgotten, that it was Jisung on top of him. The one person he was supposed to hate, was making him feel so good right now.
"Look at you, so needy for me." Jisung mocked, pulling his fingers out of Minho's mouth, only to push them back in quickly. His hand now moved faster as well, collecting the precum and spreading it down the shaft to make it easier to move.
Minho choked out a moan, bucking his hips up into Jisung's hand. Jisung understood that Minho wanted him to move faster, so he did, making sure to still give enough attention to his tip, gliding his fingers over his slit.
"And so pretty." It was true, Minho did look so beautiful right now, with his half closed eyes, red cheeks and drool running out of his mouth because Jisung was still thrusting his fingers inside. "Minho." Jisung said to get his attention because his eyes were constantly closing.
When Minho's eyes landed on him, Jisung let go of his dick, licking his fingers and groaning lowly. It made Minho twitch and Jisung chuckled. "You taste good too."
Where were all these compliments coming from? He knew Jisung liked to point out every single thing he liked about someone, but those kind words had never been directed towards him.
Pulling his fingers out of Minho's mouth, Jisung spread Minho's legs wider, positioning himself in between them. "Finally you're quiet." Jisung said, letting two fingers slip inside. It wasn't easy because Minho was so tight, but somehow it worked.
Minho knew that Jisung liked to hear him make sounds and that he had probably only referred to him talking back. So he didn't hold all the sounds back, that bubbled at the back of his throat, soon filling the whole room.
Watching Minho, Jisung bit his lip. He could feel his pants getting tighter at the sight and he worked his fingers into Minho faster. Scissoring them, he tried to prep him properly, while not losing too much time.
"Do you think you're ready?" Jisung asked, very impatient.
Minho nodded. "And I know where Hyunjin keeps the condoms, for parties and stuff." He looked up at Jisung, who climbed off of him so that Minho could get up. Minho walked through the room, embarrassed because he was completely naked and he felt Jisung's burning stare on his body, heating it up.
Jisung used the chance to take off his pants, watching Minho disappear into the bathroom, only to come back with a condom in his hand.
"Ready now?" Jisung asked, when he had put on the condom. He was already positioning himself against Minho's entrance.
"Actually, not really." Minho hesitantly let out.
Jisung rolled his eyes, even though he wasn't actually annoyed, he somehow only felt like he had to react this way. "What now?"
"Can I be on top first, it's easier for you to get in then." Minho mumbled and his eyes lit up when Jisung sighed and sat down against the headboard. He honestly didn't care how they were doing it, as long as they would start soon because he couldn't wait anymore.
They were way closer again and Jisung couldn't resist Minho's soft pink lips, he leaned in and kissed him, while Minho sank down.
When Minho was all the way down, he pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes. It felt even better to have Jisung inside of him than he had thought. And even if he didn't want to admit it, he had imagined that a few times before.
While they patiently waited for Minho to adjust, Jisung couldn't keep his hands off of him. He would wait until Minho was ready, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't tease him.
His fingers slid over his back, down to his ass, squeezing it. Minho's back arched and he moaned, eyes never leaving Jisung's darkening gaze. "Fuck." Minho mumbled when he accidentally moved a bit too much and Jisung's tip brushed his prostate.
He wasn't sure if he was really ready, but he didn't care. In one fast movement, he lifted his hips and sank back down. His head fell forward against Jisung's shoulder and the younger groaned lowly into his ear because he was surprised.
Repeating the action, Jisung guided Minho's movements, holding his hips and pushing him down with more force. Minho pressed his lips together because he knew he would scream if he let that sound out.
As soon as he noticed that, Jisung ordered, "Let me hear you."
Minho smirked, wanting to provoke Jisung a bit further to see what would happen. "I thought you didn't want to hear me."
Jisung raised a brow and the next time Minho sank down, he spanked him, hard. This time Minho had to scream, he couldn't hold that in. His skin burned and turned red, but he had to admit that it added to his pleasure.
His mouth opened wide, when Jisung rubbed over his now irritated skin and his eyes rolled back, while he never stopped moving. "Again, please."
"That was supposed to be a punishment." Jisung chuckled, but he would gladly repeat the action. "Lie down quickly." Jisung said, helping Minho off of him and he turned him around so that Minho's face was lying on the pillow and his hips were in the air.
Without a warning, he slammed back in, the new angle making Minho's vision blur. Another time, Jisung's hand landed on his skin and this time Jisung watched, how Minho moved forward from it and how it left a mark.
"More!" Minho's back arched again and he pushed his hips further back to meet Jisung's thrusts. "Please! So close."
"Me too, baby." Jisung answered, his thrusts already becoming sloppy. "Cum for me." His voice was even deeper than usually.
Minho came shortly after that, panting heavily and really sensitive. His body trembled when Jisung continued to hit his prostate perfectly, his legs becoming weak, so that Jisung had to hold him up. He clenched around Jisung tightly, while moaning uncontrollably, not caring about anything other than Jisung's dick inside of him.
When Jisung came as well, he collapsed onto the bed next to Minho, needing a moment to realize that this had actually happened. It hadn't been a dream. He reached out to softly stroke Minho's back, pulling him closer.
Outside of the room, in the hallway, Hyunjin let the key fall to the floor. He had wanted to open the door to see if they were okay and tell them that they could join the others again because they had started playing a new game, but he was surprised by the sounds that he had heard.
A wide grin spread on Hyunjin's lips and he ran downstairs. "Guys, they're fucking." He announced, everyone instantly turning to look at him with wide eyes.
"I knew they liked each other! Chan you owe me money!" Jeongin smiled brightly, when Chan only sighed.
Back in the room, Minho cuddled against Jisung after they had cleaned themselves and gotten dressed again. "Why're you suddenly so nice?" Minho asked. He hadn't expected Jisung to take care of him after this.
"It's only fair to take care of you, isn't it?" Jisung answered, his fingers drawing random lines on Minho's back under his shirt.
Minho nodded, disappointed because he had hoped for a different answer. "Didn't think I would end up here." He mumbled, chuckling tiredly.
"When did we even start hating each other?" Jisung sighed, having the urge to kiss Minho's forehead because of how cute he looked. Then he decided to not do it. "I really don't know what I did, but you just started hating me one day."
Minho sat up a bit, so that he could look at Jisung better. He was clearly confused. "I thought you hated me. You were always looking at me as if I did something wrong, it was honestly creepy."
"I thought you were cute. That's why I was looking at you." Jisung confessed, honestly puzzled how Minho had completely misunderstood him.
Both of them were speechless and only stared at each other, until Minho whispered. "Fuck, I was so hurt because I liked you."
"You liked me?" Suddenly Jisung seemed so fragile and hurt. He had had a chance with Minho?
"I still do." Minho's voice quivered.
"And I still think you're cute."
Helplessly, they sat up, Jisung automatically taking Minho's hands into his own. They were warm, probably because he was nervous. "So what does this mean now?"
"We wasted all of this time."
"It's okay, we have each other now."