#minbin smut

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— TWO HANDS?

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!

PAIRING: Lee Minho x Seo Changbin

WARNINGS: Anal sex (Minho giving/Changbin receiving), oral sex, face-fucking, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, bisexual Minho, “straight” Changbin, anal virgin Changbin (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: Minho finds Changbin jerking off and decides to join him

A/N: I hope whoever reads this enjoys lol. I’m working on a Jongho x reader rn but I take forever to write… though stay tuned if you’re interested ;) feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

Everybody but Changbin was out doing god knows what, and he was thankful. He wanted to relax, alone, after a busy week. But at the other dorm, Minho was bored. He knew Changbin was alone, so he decided to go and bother him.

Scaring people made Minho sadistically happy, so when he arrived— he used his key to let himself in. Once he was inside, he saw that Changbin wasn’t anywhere to be seen… which meant he was probably in his room.

He locked the door behind him, and then he paused momentarily. There were interesting noises coming from down the hall.

He assumed Changbin was just playing a really stressful video game, so he went for the hallway and saw his door was cracked. Approaching slowly, he peeked in.

And immediately froze.

He saw Changbin lying in bed, back leaning against the headboard. He was wearing a tight black shirt that hugged his muscles, with his shorts and boxers pushed down to his thighs. Both of his hands were wrapped around his cock.

“Ah, fuck… yes,” he moaned, thrusting into his hands. His balls bounced as he did, making lewd noises, and Minho couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He didn’t know why.

Sure, he’s attracted to men... but Changbin is his friend.

And a straight one, at that.

He couldn’t look away, eyes trailing up his body and studying his facial expressions. He had no idea Changbin could make noises like that.

It was… hot.

Of course, Minho just had to lean in to get a better look. The door creaked, and he stumbled slightly. He cursed himself in his head, quickly straightening up like nothing happened.

Changbin panicked and covered himself up with his hands, “H-hyung, Jesus Christ! Go away!” He yelled, breathless with bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. Minho didn’t move an inch.

He just stood there, his expression unreadable.

“Fuck, go!” He shouted again, “Why are you even here?!”

There was a short moment of silence, when Minho finally spoke.

“Two hands?”

“Wh–” Changbin scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

He was getting very obviously annoyed now, and Minho could only smirk.

“Two hands. You were using two hands.”

Changbin clenched his jaw and looked away, “Dear god.”

The older pushed the door open further and took a few slow steps into the room, “Does it feel good?”

He sighed. All he could do was play along for now, until he went away.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

Minho hummed, stepping even closer, “Mind if I try it out?”

Changbin snapped his head towards him, clearly taken aback, “W-what is that supposed to mean?!”

Minho just slipped off his shoes and crawled into bed next to him, getting comfy with a deep sigh and leaning back against the headboard.

“Hyung, what the hell are you doing?!”

He honestly didn’t know. He was just listening to his body. And this is what it wanted.

He laughed quietly.

He pulled his sweatpants down, and then his boxers– exposing his hard, pretty cock. Above average in length and girth, a bit of blush on the tip of his foreskin. Nice full balls that sat perfectly. Changbin swallowed hard, staring in shock. Watching it throb.

He’d seen his fellow members naked, but he never really stared at their dicks. Especially not while they were erect.

Minho threw the clothes off the side of the bed and got comfortable again. Then, he wrapped a hand around the tip and pulled his foreskin down— his soft pink tip on full display. He swiped his finger over his slit, catching a tiny bit of precum. And then he wrapped his other hand around the base.

Changbin had an involuntary wave of pleasure rush through his body, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He wasn’t attracted to men. He was straight. So why was seeing Minho doing this to him? Why was it making him hornier?

Minho stroked slowly, his eyes instantly closing, “Nngh…”

Honestly, he thought his hyung sounded beautiful.

“Minho—“ he struggled, heart pounding against his rib cage, “S-Stop.”

Minho just sped up, bucking his hips into his hands. His jaw went slack, bunny teeth poking out. The noises he was making were low in his throat, and with every one— Changbin felt that same wave of pleasure.

He instinctively squeezed his cock, wanting the ache to go away. But looking at Minho’s leaking tip, watching his thigh muscles flex, and hearing him moan…

Fuck. He needed release.

“Keep touching yourself, Bin,” Minho smirked and lolled his head to look at him, “Don’t let me get in the way. I won’t tell anyone~” he winked, turning his head back.

Changbin couldn’t say anything. He kicked his shorts and boxers to the floor, and slowly wrapped his hands around his aching cock.

This is okay, right? They’re friends, so it’s okay. Changbin recalled stumbling across quite a few videos of friends jerking off together. He never watched them, but clearly it was a pretty… normal thing to do, right?

Fuck it, who cares. Changbin doesn’t let anyone influence his thoughts or actions. He’s his own man. And he didn’t see any reason not to do this.

He slowly began to stroke himself, tired of the tension. An accidental moan slipped out of his mouth, and he could’ve sworn he saw Minho thrust harder in response.

“Fuck—“ he moaned involuntarily, unable to take his eyes off his hyung, who was now looking at his dick.

Changbin found himself mirroring Minho’s movements. Speeding up as he did, slowing down as he did. His eyes drifted upwards to look at his face. He watched him stare at his dick, watched his mouth as he moaned. Seeing Minho get off to his body made him feel things he never has before.

Fuck, he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to try and justify these feelings right now.

He reached over for Minho and grabbed onto his shirt— pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the sharp edge of his jaw.

Minho gasped in surprise and pleasure, but he had no time to be shocked… moaning as Changbin began peppering soft little kisses down to his chin. He left some kitten licks and nibbles on his skin here and there, and Minho couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think Changbin would touch him. He didn’t think he wanted to touch him.

And honestly, he couldn’t lie. He’s had to consciously suppress his urges a few times when it came to Changbin. He just didn’t want to be honest with himself.

“Yes, fuck—“ his voice, though loud, rang softly into the room. A hint of desperation hidden within it.

Hearing his name fall perfectly from those plump lips made Changbin absolutely feral. He couldn’t think straight right now. Has he had these feelings this whole time? He felt so pent up and needy, these feelings must have been hiding somewhere.

He snuck his hand under Minho’s shirt, feeling every inch of warm skin as he kissed the corner of his mouth. He was grinding against his thigh now, moaning under his breath as he throbbed.

“God— Bin… want you…” Minho whined, fucking into his hands erratically. The feeling of Changbin grinding against his thigh made him crazy. He turned his head and captured his lips within his own.

Changbin hummed into his mouth, palming his chest as he shoved his tongue inside to taste him. He knew immediately that he’d be craving it again. And again. And again.

His lips were so soft. He couldn’t get enough.

They parted for a second, and seeing Minho’s hooded lust-filled eyes threw the rest of his self control out the window.

He climbed on top of him and nearly ripped Minho’s shirt off, throwing it on the floor and reveling in the sight below him. He flattened his palms against his stomach, tracing along the scar towards the bottom. The heat radiated through Minho’s body, yet he shivered.

As Changbin did all of this, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off his cock. The way it swung heavily and throbbed between his legs. He looked up at him now, eyes dark.

“Yours,” he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Changbin smirked and did as he was asked, watching Minho’s eyes flicker with excitement. A hand outstretched to slide up his abdomen, slow and steady with a serious expression as if he was studying a sculpture.

“God—“ Minho muttered.

Changbin crawled up his body to straddle him, sitting on his chest. He was so close that his cock brushed against his chin, and Minho clenched his jaw in anticipation. He rubbed and grabbed at his soft thighs, eyes wide and expectant. His arousal was through the roof at this point.

Changbin then grabbed ahold of his cock and scooted up a little more, pressing the tip against Minho’s full lips until they parted.

“Open.”

He obliged.

So he sunk into his hot, wet mouth with a loud moan. One of Minho’s hands grabbed his thick ass, while the other played with his tits. Pinching and pulling on his nipples. The combination was too good for Changbin. His body shook with excitement.

Minho’s eyes fluttered as he moaned around Changbin’s thick cock, not even gagging when it reached the back of his throat. He licked and sucked while his hands went and squeezed the skin that sat so perfectly on Changbin’s hips. He admired the stretch marks that painted them, wanting so bad to switch positions and pin him down so he could lick them. But he stayed still as he had his way with his mouth. Allowing himself to be used.

“Fuck—“ Changbin breathed out, clearly impressed by the lack of gag reflex.

Strong hands went to grab fistfuls of pretty brown hair as he fucked into his throat harder, the wet noises making his tummy do flips. The feeling of his balls slapping against his chin. The vibration of Minho’s moans took his pleasure to new heights, “Gah— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho opened his mouth even more, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth. His eyebrows tented, moans more frequent now— like he was begging Changbin to cum. And he would be, if his throat wasn’t being filled.

“Yes,” Changbin pulled on Minho’s hair, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight throat, “Cumming, baby- I’m cumming… Fuck!”

Minho was shocked hearing Changbin call him baby… and then cum shot down his throat right after. Changbin’s cock spasmed, some of the cum beginning to spill out from Minho’s mouth as he continued to thrust. But he tried to swallow and lick it all the best he could.

His thrusts slowed as he panted, and he pulled out halfway— his body shaking and threatening to collapse. His eyes were heavy, and his cock was still twitching with aftershocks. When he pulled out completely, he climbed off of Minho and found his lips immediately.

As they kissed, Changbin couldn’t believe how hot it was to taste himself on his tongue. He licked his own cum off of Minho’s chin, making him moan. Changbin just hummed, the taste of his salty cum in Minho’s sweet mouth sending him to heaven.

When their lips parted, they shared an intimate moment of eye contact. Their breaths mingling together. And then Minho smirked, a hint of mischief hidden behind it.

Before Changbin could think, speak, or move— Minho switched their positions and pinned him down on his back. He could tell he was worn out, so this was the perfect opportunity to do what he wanted. Otherwise, Changbin could easily overpower him.

“Fuck—“ he gasped in surprise at the sudden show of dominance.

“Did it feel good?” Minho asked seductively, his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat just endured. His neglected cock bounced eagerly as he took off his sweatpants with his right hand, his left on Changbin’s chest holding him down.

His pupils were blown instantly, seeing Minho’s fully naked body in a new position.

“Fuck…” he repeated, reaching out to touch. His fingers traced the line in his hip, and then Minho grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

“I said… did it feel good?”

Changbin’s bare chest heaved, breath catching in his throat— feeling completely exposed in this position. But he didn’t hate it. Minho looked so sexy on top of him like this, his softening cock would surely spring back to life soon.

The air felt thick. Like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Minho’s dominance was able to overpower his own… how it was able to knock down his defenses and turn his brain to mush. But it did, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His body felt numb and heavy.

“Y-yes…” he answered, breathless in a voice small. A blush began to spread across his face.

Minho narrowed his eyes, “Good boy.”

It seemed like Changbin enjoyed the praise, because his cock certainly twitched in response.

And then Minho quickly got between his legs, grabbing his thighs firmly and spreading them.

“W-what are you doing?!” Changbin asked, panicking as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing you won’t like.”

Minho pushed him back down against the bed, pulling a gasp from him, and then pushed his legs up to his chest. Minho’s eyes lit up, his mouth beginning to water. Changbin’s asshole was so cute. It throbbed as he panicked, beckoning for Minho’s tongue. He got lost in the thought of plunging straight into his virgin hole, and was only brought back to reality when Changbin spoke.

“H-hyung!” he squirmed, “S-stop it! This is embarrassing!”

He bent forward and placed gentle kisses along his inner thigh, “Stop?” His hot breath grazed along Changbin’s sensitive skin, “You want me to stop?”

There was no hint of actual concern in his voice. Because he knew just by Changbin’s tone that his pleas weren’t serious.

“If you want me to stop, then why is your cock so hard? Hm?”

Changbin went silent, biting back the moans that threatened to escape as Minho buried his nose in the soft flesh of his thigh. He couldn’t say anything, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” he nearly purred, licking and sucking on the skin. Leaving dark marks in clusters and patterns. He squeezed his thighs harder, and Changbin’s back arched.

“S-shit…” he moaned under his breath, struggling, “What… what are you going to do?”

He reached down and placed a gentle hand atop Minho’s head, tangling his fingers into his hair. He rubbed his scalp as he moaned, the feeling of his tongue dragging across his asscheek causing anticipation to burn deep within.

Then suddenly, Minho’s soft lips made contact with his pretty hole. Kissing it tenderly.

It tightened immediately, Changbin gasping at the new sensation as he tugged on his hair to keep himself grounded, “F-fuck! Why—“

Minho didn’t let him finish, and instead pressed his tongue flat against him. Changbin was losing his mind at the warmth. The wetness. Not a single sound came out of his mouth, his body almost in shock from the foreign feeling.

His mind and insides were fuzzy, every nerve tingling as his blood rushed through his veins. Minho kept licking at his asshole, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping in every few seconds. And Changbin was coming undone.

“Holy shit…” he whimpered, pulling harder at his hair. Minho smirked before shoved his tongue all the way inside. Changbin gasped and moaned loud— hands scrambling to grip at the sheets. That familiar heat rose in his stomach again.

Then Minho suddenly pulled away, and Changbin couldn’t even whine to protest. There was a wicked grin on his face as Changbin’s eyes struggled to stay open.

“So good, baby…”

The younger held out his arms, and Minho laughed softly under his breath. He pulled himself up so he was hovering over him, and smashed their lips together. Changbin wrapped his arms around his body.

The kiss was desperate and messy. Uncoordinated. Both moaning into each other’s mouths as they tasted and explored every inch. Minho groped Changbin’s chest, his tummy, his hips, his thighs. Everything he could get his hands on.

And then he pulled away for a single second to spit on his fingers. Before Changbin could ask, he was caught by Minho’s lips again.

His fingers trailed down to his asshole, pressing against it while he drank Changbin’s pleasure.

They parted for air at the same time Minho pushed his middle finger inside, and he watched Changbin’s eyes widen. He watched the shock flash on his face, watched the gleam of discomfort, and then the confusing pleasure.

“M-Min—“ he struggled. Minho’s finger was all the way inside him now, starting to bend and search.

Changbin’s dick was slowly coming back to life, Minho’s painfully hard as it hung between his legs. But he knew he had to take his time. He didn’t want to hurt Changbin too much.

“Yes, Binnie?” He cooed, voice thick like honey. Changbin’s moans were going straight to his head. Fueling his dominance.

“You— Ah!—“ he suddenly cried out, body tensing hard as he felt a strong wave of pleasure roll through his entire being. His nails dug into Minho’s back.

He smirked, laughing teasingly, “Oh? Did I find it?”

Changbin screwed his eyes shut and pulled him closer, trapping him in his big arms, “M-more,” he begged.

“More?” Minho teased, feeling Changbin’s heaving chest against his own, “You want more, pretty boy?”

He pulled his finger almost all the way out, and Changbin shivered in anticipation, “Please.”

Another finger was added quickly, before Changbin could even process it— and now both were rammed into his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck!” He scratched down Minho’s back, making him groan in pain and pleasure.

Minho started kissing his neck as he scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. The soft noises he pulled from the same throat he was kissing left him absolutely desperate. He wanted to be inside Changbin so fucking bad.

“Feels so g-good, hyung…” he panted, opening his eyes and grabbing Minho’s face.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned, fingering him faster. Changbin looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. The way he looked up at him was intoxicating.

The younger pulled him down into another wet kiss, and at the same moment, Minho added another finger. Changbin gasped into his mouth, but Minho didn’t let him free. He kept kissing him, through his pain and his pleasure. He was stretching in between thrusts, and made sure to reach for his prostate everytime.

Minho sucked on his tongue and his lips, and when he pulled away, his fingers left too.

“H-hyung…” Changbin whimpered in protest, lips red and swollen.

“Bin,” he responded, grabbing his thighs and pushing his legs up again. He lined his dick up so it brushed against his prepped hole, “I wanna fuck you.”

Changbin’s breath caught in his throat, his own dick now fully hard and leaking. Minho’s dominance made him feel unspeakable pleasure. His hole throbbed, and his insides ached. He reached out to let his hand slide down Minho’s front, and then he met his eyes again.

He pulled his hand away shyly, “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Minho had no idea how bad he wanted to hear that from Changbin. How bad he needed to hear that.

Without hesitation, almost in a hurry, he reached over to open his nightstand drawer. He assumed he’d have lube in there, and he was correct.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing…” Changbin groaned, covering his face.

Minho chuckled and poured some lube in his hand, “Embarrassing? When I’m about to fill your ass with my cock?”

Changbin moaned at his words, cock twitching. He had no idea how sexy his voice could be. He heard Minho slick his cock, and he uncovered his face to watch, “S-shut up.”

Minho smiled and then rubbed the rest of the lube on Changbin’s hole, making sure there was enough to make him comfortable. His view was breathtaking.

“I’ll make you shut up instead,” he said seriously, lining up his dick once more, “Now watch it go in.”

Changbin was taken aback by the sudden command, but he did as he was told. He tried to stay relaxed, but he couldn’t help tensing once Minho pushed in. His face scrunched up in pain, and even though it hurt… he couldn’t lie. Watching his own ass swallow every single inch of Minho’s cock was hot as fuck.

“Deep breaths, Changbin,” Minho wiped his hands off on the sheets so he could reach down and rub his cock, “Focus on the good feelings. It won’t hurt for long.”

Minho was having a hard time controlling himself, though. Changbin was so tight. So hot. So wet. He wanted to be deep inside him, wanted to be wrecking him. His cock was sore at this point, for being so hard without release for so long. But he wanted to give him a good experience.

Changbin tried to take deep breaths as he was told. Tried to drown out the burning sensation. It was all so new, so foreign, but a part of him kind of liked the pain.

Minho wrapped his hand around Changbin’s length and stroked him slowly, penetrating him deeper and deeper. He throbbed inside him, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in all the noises he so desperately wanted to make.

“F-fuck,” he exhaled, leaning forward to place kisses along Changbin’s throat– feeling it vibrate as he made small whines, “You feel so good, baby.”

“Nngh,” Changbin moaned, “Y-you’re big, hyung.”

“Yeah?” Minho said before licking his adams apple, “Wanna feel it balls deep?”

Minho’s breathing was ragged. Uneven, fast, and shaky. The feeling of Changbin’s hot, tight walls wrapped around him made it hard for him to have self control.

Changbin arched at the words, and he squirmed slightly under him. He wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist and pulled him impossibly close— forcing his cock to slam all the way inside.

“H-holy fuck—“ Changbin hissed, his back arching more. The feeling of Minho’s cock all the way inside him, right up against his prostate, made his mind start to melt. He didn’t even care about the pain.

The sound that Minho made was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and pure struggle. It took all of his willpower not to start drilling him instantly.

“You…” he struggled, “You okay?”

Changbin let out a shaky breath and allowed himself to adjust, “So deep…”

Minho hummed and bent down to kiss his face. He moved past his cheek to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t think you understand just how bad I want to fuck you, Seo Changbin…”

Changbin’s body ignited at his words, and his nails dug lightly into his biceps.

“Then fuck me.”

Minho immediately grabbed onto his hips and began to move. Long, deep strokes. Drowning in every noise he pulled from Changbin.

When he started writhing, obviously overtaken by pleasure— Minho held him down with a tighter grip on his hips. He smirked and sat up straight to get a good look at him, and then started fucking him harder, “Stay still, baby. Be a good boy and fucking take it.”

The new pace Minho had set made Changbin scratch down his arms, “Holy fuck!” He screamed, “Sh-Shit!”

“Yeah, you like that?” Minho nearly growled, watching his cock and balls bounce with every thrust. Watching how his thighs jiggled, and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Tell me you like it.”

Changbin whimpered as he tried to speak, eyes screwed shut as his nails dug into Minho’s forearms. He gasped, struggling to even form a thought, “I l-love it…” he threw his head back, ”Please… Please don’t stop—“

Minho laughed and suddenly stopped.

“N-no…” Changbin whined, opening his eyes, “Why?”

“Turn over for me. On your hands and knees.”

He pulled out slowly, humming in satisfaction as he watched Changbin obey his orders.

Then without any warning, he slammed back into his tight little asshole— grabbing handfuls off his soft cheeks. The sound of his balls slapping his taint continuously made his stomach churn.

“Fuck! Yes!” Changbin’s moans were getting higher in pitch, and he even began to move backwards onto Minho’s cock, “Fuck me, Minho. Please. Keep fucking me.”

“My god,” Minho growled and reached forward to grab a handful of his hair— pulling him up so his back was against his chest. And then he dug his nails into his hips, and sunk his teeth into his neck.

Changbin was trembling, moaning helplessly as his prostate endured the abuse. He felt his insides begin to stir, and he knew he was about to cum.

“Minho—“ he whimpered, “Minho-hyung, you’re gonna make me cum.”

His voice and his body was getting weaker by the minute, every thrust of Minho’s cock destroying him.

Minho was too lost in the ecstasy that he left several dark hickeys along his neck and shoulders. He was too caught up in the desire to mark him. To claim him.

As soon as Changbin announced he was going to cum, his thrusts got sloppy, “Fuck baby, cum on my cock. Your ass is so fucking good. Shit— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho reached around to grab ahold of Changbin’s cock and started stroking him fast. He felt him erupt in his hand. Felt it drip onto his hand.

“A-ah! H-holy fuck,” Changbin was moaning like a slut, bucking his hips into Minho’s hand.

And then his own balls began to empty— his cum painting the inside of Changbin’s ass as he continued to fuck and stroke him.

“Yes,” Changbin fell forward, shaking and barely holding himself up with his forearms, “Fill me with your cum. Please hyung.”

Minho’s moans were guttural. Like the pleasure was ripping through his body. Seeing Changbin in this position… his back arched, and his ass in the air. He came harder than he ever has before.

He could barely breathe.

His thrusts slowed, and he let go of Changbin’s softening cock. One last time, he sunk all the way into his ass— and just stayed still. Panting. Changbin moaned weakly, muffled slightly by the pillow he was now pressed against.

Minho licked the cum off of his hand, while the other ran up Changbin’s spine soothingly. He hummed at the familiar taste of his cum, and then pulled out slowly.

“Fuck baby…” he moaned and grabbed his asscheeks to spread them apart, “Look at that pretty hole.”

It was so gorgeously wrecked.

Changbin buried his face in his arms, groaning in embarrassment, “S-stop…”

Minho watched the cum ooze out, and he couldn’t believe this just happened. He took a deep breath and helped Changbin flip over on his back. A bit anxious now, Minho immediately kissed him as if to soothe it.

This time, it was a tender kiss. As they both panted and struggled to catch their breaths from their recent climaxes, they melted into the moment. Minho caressed his cheek with a softness that Changbin had never felt before, and it made him shiver.

When they parted, Minho couldn’t look away from his eyes, “How did it feel, Bin? I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad…”

His gaze trailed downward to all the marks he left on his neck and shoulders. He pursed his lips, going to trace them gently. He couldn’t help but feel scared that Changbin was going to push him away now.

“It was… really good. Really really good— what are you looking at?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to follow his eyes. He could only see the marks on his shoulders, which were big and dark, “Oh…”

Minho scrunched his face in a mix of sympathy and embarrassment, “I’m so sorry… it’s even worse on your neck—“

“My neck?!”

It wasn’t just a matter of explaining it to the members, it was a matter of explaining it to the entire company. The thought of everyone seeing him covered in hickeys was already so embarrassing, how could he cope with trying to make an excuse?

But at the same time, it made his heart flutter. Knowing he’d been claimed by him.

“I’m sorry, Changbin. I’ll take the fall for it. I’ll let everyone know. You don’t have to say a wor—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Changbin grabbed his face and smashed their lips together. Minho hummed in surprise, but ultimately sighed into the kiss and allowed himself to feel the warmth. Their bare bodies pressed against each other— chests rising and falling in sync.

Changbin moaned and broke the kiss first, “I’ll figure it out, hyung,” his hand went to tangle in his hair. Their faces were inches apart as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I’m not scared.”

He was at first… but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had nothing to worry about. His classic confidence shone through, and showed on the big smile he gave Minho.

“Whether or not they know who marked me, I’ll wear it with pride.”

[changbinholic]

I'll never be that type of beautiful

↬chapter 1: Why can't they just leave me alone?

↬minbin

↬rated: E

↬Tags: omegaverse, alpha Minho; Omega Changbin; feral alpha; heat/rut; dubious consent; smut

↬summary: “We both know that even if I go out I won’t find a mate. I’m not mate material.”

"Well that's just bullshit."

↬A/N: Been looking for months for an omegaverse minbin in a non modern/city au and couldn't find any so I decided to take the matter into my own hands

[feybin]

Guys I need help finding a fix on ao3 it’s a stray kids hybrid fic. It’s starts off with changbin and Minho both being bunny hybrids but changbin feels insecure bc the rest of skz always caters to Minho and gives him more affection even tho both changbin and Minho are bunny hybrids. Then at some point Minho doesn’t want all the attention anymore bc he wants to date someone so that leaves changbin getting all the love and affection. It ends with Minho and changbin confessing to each other. It’s a smut fic!

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Seven: Waxplay - Minho/Changbin

Tags: Waxplay, top!Minho, bottom!Changbin, jerking off, fluff

AO3 Link

When Changbin arrived home on Valentine’s Day and saw a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom, he hadn’t expected it to lead to this . He had entered the room to find an unreasonable amount of candles decorating it, along with various pink and red balloons and bouquets of roses. His jaw had nearly ended up on the floor from the romantic gesture. Minho hardly ever did things like this. It wasn’t their first Valentine’s Day together, but it was the first where Minho did something more grande. Changbin was usually the one for more romantic gestures so he had honestly been speechless. 

Minho had been standing there waiting for him, dressed in a red button up and black slacks, a box of chocolates in his hands. He gave Changbin a lopsided grin, one that made his heart flutter so much he felt like his chest was going to explode. He almost cried as he took the box out of Minho’s hands. Instead of crying though, he just tossed his arms around Minho’s shoulders and exclaimed, “I love you so much!” Minho had hugged him back tightly and mumbled a soft, “I love you too,” into his shoulder. 

But it hadn’t taken long for the soft evening to turn into something more . They enjoyed a few chocolates together and Minho poured them each a glass of an expensive wine he’d bought for the occasion. They settled into the rose-decorated bed to turn on one of the TV shows they’d been into lately and it was easy for Changbin to settle into cuddling Minho. 

They’d been well into the first episode of the night when Minho’s hand snuck up Changbin’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. His fingertips brushed Changbin’s inner thigh, too close to his crotch to be accidental. Changbin wasn’t in control of the whimper he let out then, soft and airy, immediately affected by his boyfriend’s touch. Minho seemed ridiculously pleased with the reaction and he leaned in. “There’s something I want to try with the candles tonight. If you’re up for it,” he’d said softly, and warmth sparked in Changbin’s stomach. They had talked about doing waxplay for a while now but hadn’t decided when to do it. 

“I’m up for anything,” Changbin responded, wetting his lips. 

Minho’s lips turned up into a smirk and he grabbed the remote to pause the TV. “Alright. Then strip for me. And when you’re done, lay down with your hands above your head and spread those pretty thighs of yours.” Changbin had never moved so fast in his life. 

And that placed him where he was now. Completely naked on the bed, hands held together above his head, thighs parted just like Minho wanted. His cock was already semi-hard between his legs and Minho hadn’t even touched him yet. He felt exposed. Entirely at the mercy of whatever Minho chose to do to him. 

Minho himself was still completely dressed. That only made the fire in Changbin’s stomach burn brighter. It made him feel even more vulnerable, being fully naked while Minho was still fully clothed. He knew that he was safe with him though, no matter how exposed he may feel. Minho would take care of him. He had a bowl of water on the side and a couple of washcloths in case of any burns and a first aid kit on hand. He’d done his research beforehand and even got candles that were safer for the skin. Changbin knew he was in good hands.

Minho approached the bed and began caressing Changbin’s thigh. “I want you to tell me if anything’s too much, okay? Remember the system?” 

“Green for keep going, everything is good, yellow for slow down or pause, red for full stop,” Changbin repeated from memory. 

Minho smiled approvingly. “And if you can’t speak for some reason?” 

“Two taps,” Changbin responded. They’d done this so many times he had it perfectly memorized. So far he had never had to say “red,” because Minho was always so caring and consistent with checking up on him. He didn’t expect to need it this time either. 

“Alright, good,” Minho said with a soft hum. He grabbed the oil he had set out along with the water and poured some into his palms and then began to spread it over Changbin’s skin. Changbin let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, allowing the sensation of Minho’s skilled hands massaging the oil into his skin to fill his senses. His dick twitched against his thigh as Minho’s slick hands slid over his abs and massaged his pecs. He knew this was all for the purpose of preparing his skin for the wax but it was still erotic. 

When Minho removed his hands, Changbin’s head already felt fuzzy. Minho wiped his hands on a cloth and he picked up one of the red candles from the side. “Are you ready, Binnie?” he asked. 

Changbin nodded his head quickly and licked his lips. “I’m so ready. Never been more ready,” he said. His eyes were locked on Minho’s hand holding the candle and he swallowed thickly. Minho had such nice hands, and the way the tendons and the veins in his hands popped out in the candlelight made Changbin’s mouth water. 

Minho smirked as he followed Changbin’s gaze. His grip on the candle tightened and Changbin shivered. “Hm…I should’ve blindfolded you. As much as I like your staring,” he said. 

“Next time,” Changbin responded, his voice already raspy from arousal. 

Minho hummed as he stepped up to the bed. “I’m gonna tell you where I’m pouring the first time, then I’ll surprise you. Okay?” 

“O-okay,” Changbin said shakily. 

“I’m pouring on your thighs first,” Minho said, and the fingers of his free hand danced over the sensitive skin of his upper thigh. He shivered and bit his lip as the anticipation built in his stomach. He wanted to watch but he let his eyes flutter shut as he waited for Minho to pour the wax. 

Minho lifted the candle high and tipped it, allowing the melted wax to drip down onto Changbin’s thigh. It was hot, and Changbin hissed a little, but the sound molded into a moan. His muscles tensed and goosebumps erupted across his skin at the contrasting temperature of the hot wax and the cooler air of the room. The slight sting from the heat felt good . He found himself wanting more the moment the wax cooled, sticking to his skin. 

“Color?” Minho asked, since this was their first time doing this. 

“Green,” Changbin answered immediately. “Keep going, it feels good.” 

Changbin was fully hard by now, his cock resting heavily against his thigh. Minho seemed pleased by this and he smirked. “Barely done anything and you’re already so hard. Cute,” he mused. Changbin blushed and squirmed a little on the bed. 

“It’s just a lot,” he whined, and Minho laughed. Goodness, Changbin loved his laugh. 

“I know, Binnie-yah. Still cute.” He giggled and Changbin responded with a whine. 

“Stop teas– oh .” Changbin’s words died in his throat as Minho poured another, this time larger, dribble of wax onto his opposite thigh. The wax ran down the side of his thigh to his inner thigh and Changbin’s muscles tensed as his back arched. “Fuck.” His thighs were extremely sensitive, especially his inner thighs. The hot wax on his inner thigh sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine and his skin tingled. 

“So sensitive, baby,” Minho cooed. He tilted the candle again, this time aiming directly for Changbin’s inner thigh. The direct contact made his mouth fall open in a moan and his fists clenched above his head. 

“Sh-shit, right there is–wow,” Changbin sputtered. His heart was racing and his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. 

Minho chuckled, rubbing a hand over Changbin’s thigh. “Good?” he asked, tilting his head. 

“‘S’good, so good,” Changbin said with a nod. Minho smiled. 

“Good.” 

The next place Minho poured the wax was over his abdomen. Changbin jerked at the contact to his soft tummy and whimpered. “ Ohh fuck.” A droplet of precum leaked from the tip of his cock. Minho couldn’t ignore it and wrapped his free hand around his shaft. “Shit, shit Minho, fuck,” Changbin moaned, his voice turning high and whiny. It was embarrassing how he sounded, but he could tell Minho loved it. If his cock straining against his pants was anything to go by. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Minho said, the words almost coming out as a groan. “The red suits you.” He set the candle he was holding down and grabbed another one with more melted wax in it. He lifted it up and wrapped his hand around Changbin’s cock again. Changbin moaned and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Gorgeous…Color, sweetheart?" 

"Green, I'm so green." 

The next time Minho poured the wax, he poured it right between Changbin’s pecs at the same time that he thumbed the slit of his cock. Heat rushed to Changbin’s stomach and the spikes of pleasure that traveled through his core almost made him lightheaded. His hips thrusted upward into Minho’s hold. 

“ Ohh , do that again, please. Fuck, Minho.” 

“Do what again?” Minho asked, playing dumb. “This?” He twisted his hand up Changbin’s dick and rolled his thumb over the slit again. 

“ Hnnngh–” 

“Or this?” Changbin jolted as the wax was dribbled over his pecs, covering each of them in deep red lines. The wax ran over his nipples and down his sides and he let out a moan that bordered on a sob. 

“ Yes , both! Just please, keep touching me, keep doing that,” he gasped. He squeezed his hands together above his head to keep himself grounded. The entire scene was making him feel like he was floating on a cloud. Every inch of his skin buzzed, and the skin the wax had touched downright burned even though the wax had cooled. 

Minho hummed and continued jerking Changbin’s cock in slow, rhythmic motions. Changbin couldn’t even attempt to hold back his moans anymore. They came out high pitched and whiny, only stopping when he gasped in between. 

Minho didn't stop decorating Changbin’s body with hot wax even as he stroked his cock. He climbed onto the bed so he could get in between Changbin’s thighs to get a better angle. He dropped the wax onto Changbin’s thighs again, targeting the soft inner skin near his cock, but being careful not to actually get any on it. Changbin's lip wobbled as he mewled and twisted against the bed. 

"I wish I could fuck you like this," Minho groaned. 

Changbin’s eyes rolled back at the mere thought. "Fuck, yeah, wish you could too." 

His response spurred Minho on more, the jerks of his hand becoming faster. "More, Minho, more please," he begged, not even sure what he was begging for. 

"I've got you, Bin," Minho reassured him. He tightened his grip on Changbin’s now slick cock and twisted upwards as he poured the remainder of the wax over his hip and the side of his tummy. Changbin moaned and without warning, the tight knot in his stomach undid itself and he came all over Minho’s hand. Cum dribbled over his fingers and Minho looked between his hand and Changbin with wide eyes. 

"'M sorry, I didn't mean to, wasn't expecting it," Changbin muttered, his cheeks flushing with hot embarrassment. 

"No, no, don't be sorry, baby. It was hot. I was just surprised." He leaned over Changbin and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "It was hot." 

Changbin whined, the embarrassment still very present, but he kissed back anyway. 

"So, did you like your Valentine’s Day gift?" Minho asked after he had been sufficiently placated with kisses. 

“Did I like it ?” Changbin asked incredulously. “I fucking loved it.”

“I’m glad,” Minho said with a soft smile. He rubbed over Changbin’s side and a small piece of wax fell off his skin. Changbin giggled which prompted Minho to laugh in return. “We should probably get this cleaned off you.” 

“You think? I look closer to a candle than a Changbin right now,” he said, giggling again. Minho rolled his eyes playfully. 

“If you were a candle you’d be a pretty nice one. Now let me get this cleaned off you. Then how’s a bath sound, hm? I may have gotten a couple new bath bombs…” 

Changbin’s eyes widened. “Say less ! Have I ever told you I love you?” 

Minho smiled to himself and a pink blush coated his cheeks. “Maybe once or twice. I love you too.”

[catiuskaa]

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[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven Day 28 : [Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader/Lee Minho/Seo Changbin]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW Daddy Dom Little Girl|Orgasm Control|Descriptive Anxiety Attack|Headspaces|Domestic Setting|Oral Fixation|Non-Sexual Bath Scene|Fluff Galore|Aftercare 💛AN This is a follow-up to the previous day. I highly recommend reading that day to get the whole picture but if you don't wish to that's valid. Enjoy your stay. 💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

"Take a seat, little one," Chan said, tapping his thigh. You pursed your lips, sitting on his lap "Where are the others?" you questioned, taking his hand into yours. Felix hummed, "Out, they had things to settle," he said, handing you a glass of water. "So it's only us?" you asked, seeing Minho and Changbin sit across from you. Changbin nodded, "You probably know why you're here right?" he asked, leaning forward.

You fidgeted with Chan's fingers "I think so," you mumbled, feeling intimidated under their gaze. "Relax little one. You didn't do anything wrong, in fact, we were the ones who fucked up," Chan said, pulling you closer to his chest. You furrowed your eyebrows "What do you mean?" you asked, noticing that they averted their gaze. Minho sighed, "Princess, we may have conditioned you into orgasm control," he explained.

You bounced your knee, letting Minho's words sink in "You're not going to use it against me are you?" you whispered, anxiety building gradually. Changbin shook his head "Never," he said firmly, breaking you out of your daze. You bit your tongue, shuddering "How did it happen?" you asked, turning your gaze to Felix. He pursed his lips "I don't want to trigger it, sweetheart," he said, frowning.

You clenched your jaw, "Just say it, Lee Yongbok," you gritted, hand reaching up your neck. "Don't," Chan growled, keeping your hands down. You sniffled, whimpering "I have to know," you cried, squirming out of his hold. Chan rocked your body "Breathe, little one," he soothed, slowing his breath so you could match. Your lips wobbled, taking deep and slow breaths "There's my sweet girl," he whispered.

"Okay, okay," you sighed, hands trembling against Chan's. You shuddered, wiping your tears away "Please, I'm giving you vivid consent Pixie, please," you whispered. Felix looked at his hyungs, questioning if he should comply. Chan nodded, "She'll be alright," he reassured, letting both you and Felix know that you were safe. Felix nodded back "I'm going to count you down. At least that way it wouldn't be abrupt," he explained, keeping eye contact with you.

You nodded, mentally bracing yourself "Alright," you whispered, tightening your hold around Chan's hand. "One," Felix started, watching your every reaction. The others in the room did the same, adrenaline pumping in their veins. "Three," he continues, steadily counting up to ten. You gulped, focusing on Felix's voice. "Six," he said, knowing he was more than halfway there. Your vision was dazed, blankly zoning into Felix's smooth tone.

"Nine," Felix said, hearing his heartbeat pound within his eardrums. "Ten," he growled, keeping the tension high. "Cum for us, sweetheart," he commanded. You gasped, breath hitching "Fuck," you whimpered, body convulsing as you came. Your pussy contracted around nothing, but your orgasm was still intense. Your thighs quivered, sending shockwaves through your nerves. Chan rubbed your sides, bringing you down from your high "Good girl," he praised.

You shivered, panties sopping wet with slick. "Are you with us, sweetheart?" Felix asked, staring at you with worry. You nodded, curling into Chan's hold "Yeah," you said, still catching your breath. Chan hummed, looking at you "We will never use that command on you unless you give us consent too," he said, brushing your hair from your face. You nodded, tucking your face into the crook of his neck "I trust you all but that was horrific," you whispered, gripping Chan's shirt.

He nodded, rocking your body once more "Thank you for trusting us. You're one of us now. We're going to give you the same respect and love we give each other, little one," he said, kissing your forehead. You sniffled, curling into Chan's chest. Minho walked towards you "Princess, can we get a hug too?" he asked, rubbing your back. Chan chuckled, "Go on, little one. Give our boys some TLC too," he said, sitting up.

You whined but settled when Minho coddled you on his lap "Our sweet princess," he cooed, booping your nose. You wrinkled your nose, licking your lips as you eyed Minho's hand. "I know that look," Minho chuckled, bringing his fingers to your lips "Open up," he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth. You preened, sucking on Minho's fingers. Felix squealed, holding back his urge to squish your cheeks as you nibbled on the pads of Minho's palm.

Changbin chuckled, rubbing your thighs "Precious little one has a teething problem like our boys," he said, tickling your sides. You whined, glaring at Changbin "No tickles, daddy," you huffed, sinking your teeth back into Minho's hand. Chan chuckled, taking a hair tie "Sit up baby, your hair is getting everywhere," he said, combing through your tangled hair. You whimpered whenever Chan tugged too hard, causing him to apologize and pamper kisses all over your face.

Felix went up to his room, "Ah, ha!" he cheered, holding an unopened teething toy. "Look what I got," he said, handing you the toy after he rinsed it. You released Minho's hand and sunk your teeth into the silicone. Minho chuckled, looking at his thoroughly nipped hand "People are going to question the random hickeys on my hand," he said, noticing the small purplish-red spots blooming under his skin. Changbin snorted, "Just say you got a new kitten with an oral fixation," he teased.

You squinted your eyes, feeling drowsy from the warm atmosphere. Chan noticed, pulling you back in his lap "Don't sleep yet, little one. You still need to wash up and have lunch," he chuckled, seeing your eyes struggle to open. Felix cupped your cheeks "I picked out your clothes and the tub is running. Stay awake a bit longer, sweetheart," he chuckled, making your lips pucker within his hold. Changbin stood up stretching, "Hyung, let's make lunch while they get ready," he said, pulling Minho to his feet.

Minho groaned, "I hate it," he whined but followed nonetheless. Felix opened Chan's door, "Be careful not to drop her, hyung," he teased, seeing Chan struggle a bit to lift you up the stairs. Chan rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up, mate," he scoffed, reaching his room. Felix cackled, slumping onto Chan's bed as he laughed. Chan sighed, shaking his head "I think there's a bath bomb in my room that I haven't used yet. Do you want it in your tub?" he asked, helping you out of the shorts Jeongin helped you in.

You nodded, teether latched between your teeth. Felix cooed "Arms up, sweetie," he said, removing the hoodie. You shivered, feeling the warmth strip away from your body. Chan chuckled, holding the bath bomb in hand "Look darling, it's a wolf. Do you think there's a toy in it?" he asked, lifting you up to the tub. You perked up, "Toy?" you asked, seeing the water fizz into multiple colours. Felix cooed, "That's right, maybe you'd get a toy. Who knows," he said, pouring water over your shoulders.

You held the melting fizzy mush in your hands, hoping there would be a toy within it. Chan gasped, "What's that, little one?" he asked, taking the black bag floating to the surface. You watched as Chan opened the bag, waiting eagerly to see what was inside. "A wolf bath toy," he said, placing it in your hands. You giggled around the teether, placing the wolf in the water. Felix found your expression absolutely endearing.

"Appa, look," you slurred, making waves so that the toy would sway. Chan cooed, patting your head "That's so cool, little one," he said, engaging in your enthusiasm. Felix pondered, observing your behaviour "Hyung do you think she has some sort of headspace?" he whispered, not wanting to break you out of your trance. Chan hummed, looking back at you "Perhaps," he said, chuckling as a bubble popped on your face.

You whined, tasting the bitter suds on your tongue when it popped "Papa," you huffed. Chan raised an eyebrow "I think that's you, Pixie," he said. Felix pointed to himself, "Me?" he questioned. You pointed to Felix "Papa," you said, squeaking the bath toy in your hand. Felix's mouth gaped "She's calling for you, Pixie," Chan teased, preparing the towels needed. Felix closed his mouth, paying his attention to you "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Soap got in my mouth," you slurred, sticking out your tongue. Felix took a glass of clean water "Gurgle this and spit it out, sweetie," he said, helping you out of the tub. You nodded, following as told "Good job," Chan praised, wrapping the towels around you. Felix chuckled, setting the glass aside "Her clothes are on your bed, hyung," he said. Chan hummed, "Let's get you dressed, yeah?" he smiled, dressing you up.

Minho knocked on the door "Can we come in?" he asked, holding a tray of food. Felix opened Chan's door "Is that food for us too?" he asked, giving Minho his doe eyes. Minho glared at him, not bothering to answer his question as he walked in. Changbin chuckled, seeing Felix's stunned expression "We made enough for all of us, Pixie," he said, setting his tray next to Minho's. You rubbed your eyes, sleep catching up to you once more.

"Just a bit more, princess," Minho cooed, feeding you a spoonful of bibimbap. You whined, chewing on the food languidly. Changbin nudged Chan's shoulder "Look at her," he whispered. Chan looked down, seeing your cheeks puff up with rice as you chewed. Felix snapped a few pictures but accidentally turned his flash on, waking you up. You grumbled, sitting straight to swallow the food "I think it's time you take a nap, little one," Changbin cooed, helping you take a sip of water.

Chan tucked you under his sheets, placing his wolf plush within your arms "Sweet dreams, baby girl," he whispered. You fell asleep shortly after, soft snores muffled against the blankets. "They should be home by now," Felix said, checking the time. Minho hummed, setting the empty bowls on the tray "There are leftovers if they ever get hungry," he said, leaning into Changbin's arms. "Our little family feels whole," Chan said, taking another bite of his bibimbap. Changbin chuckled, seeing Chan's ears tint red "It sure does," he said, pulling Minho closer.

[bbyquokka]

Okay after seeing that MinBin "kiss" I can't stop thinking about it.

I can just imagine reader and Han standing there staring at each other like "Do you believe these two? I mean it's hot but seriously? In front of us?" Then deciding to do the same just to get a rise out of their respective partners. Except it sort of backfires and now they have to deal with two very turned on and slightly jealous s/o's who have decided to have a little fun with them after the shows over and they've gone back to their hotel.

giggles bc the way lino leaned in close to bin made me delulu 🥴

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, suggestive, changbin & minho get jealous, minsung, changbin & reader in an established relationship, jisung & reader get 'close'

you and Jisung blink, looking back and forth at each other and your better halves. changbin was casually telling stays how to do some workouts at home, for people who don't own gym equipment.

minho took liberty of this, walking to changbin to wrap his fingers around the back of his neck and casually lean down and forward, imitating a kiss.

“this position is good for kissing too, no?” Minho says with a laugh. changbin looks at you a tad flustered as you and jisung look at each other.

“can you believe these two?” jisung states, hint of annoyance laced in his voice.

“no, no I can't actually.” you scoff, glaring at Changbin.

“youre not mad are you babe?” changbin asks, walking to you. you huff, crossing your arms across your chest.

“oh I dunno. maybe me and sungie should do that, see how you two would like it.”

“you wouldn't?” changbin raises his brow as Minho looks at Jisung and you.

“why wouldn't we?” jisung scoffs suddenly grabbing your waist and pulling you flush to his body.

minho and changbin swallow thickly, watching the pair of you. you rest your hands on jisung's chest feeling how firm it is over his clothing. he looks down at you with a smirk and a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“you look so handsome, sungie.” you purr, hand gliding up his chest to the back of his neck.

“and you look beautiful.” jisung hums, leaning in slowly to ghost his lips over yours. you hum, parting your lips slightly. jisung's hot breath fans against your lips, his hands slowly trailing down your sides.

his tongue slides out to lick his lips for the tip of it to softly bump against your bottom lip. you hum softly, tilting your head to the side as your eyes flutter close.

from the corner of his eye, jisung can see minho and changbin shuffling on the spot. weight shifting from one foot to the other. their hands clasped over their crotches, chests rising up and down with their laboured pants.

“thats it.” you laugh, feeling yourself be pulled from jisung's grip by changbin. jisung laughs softly, both of you amused with their reactions.

“oh, you think this is funny, hmm?” you look up at changbin, swallowing thickly once you see his eyes dark with lust.

“b-binnie.” you shakily whisper.

“you're a menace, y/n as is jisung.” changbin pulls you flush against his body, his boner poking you through the material of his pants.

“i think they need to be taught a lesson, don't ya think?” minho pipes in, both you and jisung swallowing thickly and looking at each other.

“i think they do. hotel sound good? teach these two brat's a lesson?” minho hums softly, his grip around jisung tight. jisung's cheeks the same colour as yours – pink.

“a hotel sounds perfect.” minho smirks, looking down at a flustered Jisung.

“perfect. you better prepare yourself y/n.”

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Pairing: Minho/Changbin

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.7k

Tags and Warnings: body worship, praise kink, porn with feelings, love confessions, light spanking, anal sex

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Well, it wasn't particularly like Changbin was actually shying 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 from Minho's compliments, but they were certainly making him 𝘴𝘩𝘺.

"You know, I always figured it was just dirty talk for some people. Complimenting their partner's bodies when they're horny and stuff," Changbin admits. "Which is nice and all, but… then I realized it wasn't just that for you. You really mean it." His voice tapers off at the end, like he's trying to choke back a sound.

"Of course I do."

[wherevermyway]

written on your bedroom wall // minbin (minho/changbin) // oneshot // hard 18+

❄ part of yuki’s favourites! ❄

pairing: lee minho x seo changbin rating: explicit! 18+ warnings/tags: pxrn with plot, established relationship, first time, trans male character, trans Lee Minho | Lee Know, idiots in love, gender dysphoria (only a little bit of dysphoria), holding hands, pegging, oral sex, awkward sexual humour, tongue piercings . word count: 5,2k also on AO3!

originally posted: 21 november 2022

It had been weeks, if not months, that Minho spent preparing everything down to the last detail. Tonight was the first time he was going to completely bare himself to his long-term boyfriend, Changbin.

Tonight was the first time that Minho was going to fuck like a man, as long as his nerves didn't get the better of him.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are  interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do  not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of  the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable,  please stop reading now.

Minho paced the bedroom floor as he waited for his boyfriend to finish showering. His nerves made his palms sweat, and he was running out of fingernails to anxiously chew off. He had already spent the past few hours making sure he was groomed and the toys he wanted to use were cleaned and immaculately laid out on the desk. 

This was the first time he had slept with anyone since he’d started hormone therapy, and he was nervous that Changbin was going to be turned off as soon as he was between his legs. “God,” Minho exhaled forcefully and stopped in front of his desk, staring down at the harness he never thought he would finally use. He chewed on his bottom lip while he ran his fingers over the collection of realistic silicone dildos that he hoped wouldn’t scare Changbin off. There was his favourite purple one, too, in case the other ones looked too “real” for someone who had never slept with a man before. 

A man.

Minho rolled his eyes at himself, trying to ignore the wash of dysphoria bubbling up underneath his skin. He let a scoff escape his lips and he leaned onto the desk, overwhelmed with how nervous he was. They had planned tonight out a couple weeks in advance, talking through every potential action they were and weren’t interested in — just in case, of course. 

“Babe?” Changbin’s voice was soft, almost as soft as the hand placed on the small of Minho’s back. “You sure you’re up for this?”

A squeaky, weak affirmation rumbled in Minho’s throat and he shakily nodded his head. He leaned back into Changbin’s touch, thankful that the lights were low so the uneasy look on his face was concealed. Minho tucked his chin into his chest as he took in a deep breath. He threw his head back against Changbin’s shoulder and sighed, reaching his hands around to grab his boyfriend’s hands and brought them around his waist. 

“I’ll be okay,” Minho licked his lips as he looked up at Changbin, “I just don’t want you to be weirded out by any of this.”

Changbin’s lips curled up and he chuckled to himself, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Minho’s forehead. He interlaced his fingers with Minho’s and hummed pleasantly. “I trust you with your collection, so if you trust me with going down on you, I think we’ll be okay.”

Minho pressed his thighs together on impulse, his stomach burning at the thought of seeing Changbin between his legs, sucking him off with his eager mouth. “It’s gonna be different than—”

“Minho, babe,” Changbin cut him off, pulling his head back with a grin on his face, “you’ve told me. I’m ready to do whatever you want me to, like, you should feel how excited I am to get my tongue on your dick.”

The little affirmation to Minho’s ego made him swallow hard. He arched his back and pressed his ass right up into Changbin’s crotch, grinning as he felt the length against him. “You’re awfully excited for someone that’s never sucked a single cock in your life.”

“It’s you, though.” Changbin giggled and leaned forward to nibble at Minho’s neck. He swiped his tongue up the side of his neck, the ball of his tongue piercing against his flesh made him gasp. “I’ll do anything to make you happy, babe. I’m gonna make sure that happens when I’m between those nice thick legs of yours.”

Minho leaned forward and grabbed a bottle of lube off of the desk and presented it in front of Changbin, nibbling at his bottom lip while he waited for the right words to surface. He tipped his head down, nervously looking up to his boyfriend. “I think I’m ready.”

The grin on Changbin’s face grew wider, and he grabbed Minho by the hips. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Minho flatly stated with a nod and stepped back. He grabbed Changbin’s hand and walked them around to the edge of their shared bed. With a shaky breath, he sat down on the bed and looked up at Changbin, his hands moved down past the hem of his oversized hoodie to the waistband of his joggers. “Do you want me to take this off or do you want—”

Changbin eagerly nodded and dropped to his knees in front of Minho on the floor. “Can I? Pretty please?”

A blush crept up on Minho’ face at the sight, unaware of how much he liked seeing Changbin this excited to drop to his knees to please him. “Y-yeah,” he sighed and dropped to his elbows, relaxing just enough to see Changbin strip him, “I trust you.”

Changbin was quick to tug at the strings of Minho’s sweatpants, even faster to pull them off by the waistband. The moment Minho’s flesh was exposed to the cool air, he pressed his thighs together and screwed his eyelids shut in embarrassment. Insecure thoughts bubbled up, knowing that Changbin could see the one thing that he hadn’t been comfortable with until years of testosterone had made him look a little more masculine. Even though they had been together for over a year at this point, Minho still couldn’t bring himself to ever let his boyfriend see what was his biggest fear.

The silence made the anxiety inside of Minho swell. He could feel Changbin’s eyes on his skin, his boyfriend’s hands gingerly reaching up his thighs, crawling up them to the trimmed tuft of hair between his legs. Minho couldn’t stop running his teeth over his bottom lip, willing himself to relax his muscles to part his legs.

“Minho,” Changbin practically whined, “I wanna get in between your legs, wanna suck you off so bad.” He grabbed Minho’s leg and pressed his hips up against it, his erection prominent against the muscle. “Babe, you’re gonna make a mess out of me before you even get inside of me.”

Minho whimpered as he lifted his head, looking down at Changbin. “Too bad I’m not gonna let you come until you’ve earned it.”

The younger man’s eyes went wide, swallowing audibly as he stared up at his boyfriend. “I’ll earn it, hyung, I promise.”

Finally, Minho laid fully back and spread his legs apart, nervously grabbing at the hem of his hoodie. He pulled it up a bit, exposing his toned stomach. “Prove it. Please, please, please get my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours and show me what you can do.”

Changbin wasted no time leaning in. Minho felt the metal rings on either side of his bottom lip rub up against his swollen skin, gasping at the first graze of his boyfriend’s tongue on his dick. The first swipes of his tongue made Minho mewl, each circle making his body twitch. It was a strange, familiar sensation made somehow more intense than he remembered.

“You taste so good, hyung.” In between swipes of his tongue, Changbin desperately panted out eager praise with a weak voice. He growled as he licked and sucked at the tender flesh in front of his face, continuing to eagerly and loudly roll his tongue in circles, the ball of the piercing making his head spin. 

The perverse noises made Minho’s stomach flip, and he finally garnered enough courage to peek at Changbin for just a moment. In the split second Minho saw Changbin, the image of his boyfriend losing himself as he ravaged his way between his legs seared into his mind. The sight emboldened Minho enough to watch a bit longer, potential dysphoria be damned.

Changbin swirled his tongue around a few more times, the ball of his tongue ring occasionally brushing up against the sensitive skin in all of the right ways. After the nth swipe, he looked up and stared at Minho, freezing for just a moment. “Are you okay, babe? Need me to stop?”

Minho hissed as he propped himself up on his elbows. He sat partially upright, and reached down to grab Changbin’s hair. “Please,” he quietly groaned, firmly tugging at his boyfriend’s hair, “if you don’t make me come soon, I will ruin you.” Before Changbin could respond, Minho roughly pushed him further in between his legs, causing the younger man to whine and moan against his skin.

Every tongue flick made Minho reel. He kept his hand in Changbin’s hair and was involuntarily rolling his hips into each lick and suck that was impressed into his flesh. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, thankful that their bedroom was a corner unit so their neighbours couldn’t hear the filthy noises they were making, “I can’t believe you’ve never sucked dick, yet you’re working me up like you’re an experienced, cheap whore.”

The insult made Changbin pull away from Minho abruptly with a sharp cry. He looked up at his boyfriend with teary eyes, his face shimmering in saliva. “God, babe,” he whined, “I seriously feel like I’m about to explode.”

Minho cocked his head to the side and let his hand drop down to Changbin’s cheek. “Then take a breath. I told you that I wasn’t gonna let you come for a while, didn’t I?”

Changbin pouted in response, leaning into Minho’s touch. “Am I at least doing okay, hyung?”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Minho softly smiled, then returned his grasp to Changbin’s hair, guiding him back down between his legs. “Now, back to work with you. I can’t wait to come all over that pretty face of yours and then make your ass mine.”

As soon as Changbin went back to eagerly lapping him up, Minho laid back and wrapped his legs around his boyfriend’s shoulders. In between languid swipes of his tongue, Changbin offered a few nips to Minho’s inner legs, his hands circling around the older man’s fleshy thighs. He pulled back just enough for his warm breath to disappear from Minho’s skin. 

“Can I use my fingers inside you or is that too… you know?”

It took a second for Minho to ground himself, the unintentional edging driving him mad. “You wanna fuck me with your fingers?”

Changbin weakly hummed. “If that’s okay.”

Minho lazily pointed towards where he thought Changbin put the lube and nodded. “It’s more than okay, you’re just gonna need some lube.”

The moment Minho heard the cap pop open, his stomach started to knot up. A wave of insecure, dysphoric thoughts tried to creep their way into his thoughts, but they were pushed away as soon as Changbin’s soft, sticky fingers were in between his legs, poking around his entrance. 

“Didn’t you say you have a history of making a mess when you come like this?” 

”Shit.” Minho flushed immediately, furrowing his brows in frustration as he realised his error of preparing for everything but this. “I didn’t grab a towel.”

A devious giggle came from Changbin as he slid his fingers inside of Minho, quelling the older man’s nervousness. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up, so just let go, hyung.”

Minho expected himself to curl up in embarrassment, but the sensation of having someone else’s fingers inside of him felt so foreign and unpredictable. It was a welcome distraction, enough to make him ignore the definite mess he would make when he came. Of course Changbin would clean it up — he had been looking forward to when Minho was finally going to be comfortable to be intimate, what was a little bit of cum going to do to someone so eager?

After two fingers were inside of Minho, rolling around and repeatedly curling up against the sensitive, firm muscle inside of him, he could feel warm breath on his skin. Changbin was waiting for some sort of approval to move forward, and Minho eagerly nodded, mumbling out some sort of incoherent pleading. 

The combination of fingers inside of him with a hot, wet tongue working around his sensitive cock made him audibly gasp. He flexed his thighs together involuntarily, his back arching upward. Every small move that Changbin did brought him so much closer to coming, and the imminent release made Minho unravel further. 

One lick, two circles. One suck, a firm come hither motion. 

Minho wasn’t sure how it was happening, but his body started to jerk, his toes curling inward, and he was lifting himself off of the bed. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, scrambling to grab at Changbin’s hair and failing, only to have his boyfriend’s free hand find him. They locked their fingers between the empty spaces and held on for dear life. “Changbin, fuck, I’m—”

Before Minho could register his orgasm, his body lurched forward and lifted up off of the bed, balancing mostly on Changbin’s shoulders. He could feel his vocal cords tense and vibrate as he shouted, and his legs were suddenly soaked with sweat and cum. It was impossible to steady his breathing for several moments, too taken aback by how much his muscles were aching and how drenched his skin was. 

“Minho, babe,” Changbin’s voice was low and gritty, each syllable embraced by little gasps, “you completely soaked me. Look at how much you came.”

The older man was embarrassed before he even opened his eyes. “I’m sorry you’re going to have to shower again.” Minho slowly calmed his breathing, sleepily staring up at the spinning ceiling. “But on the plus side, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Hyung,” Changbin growled and stood up, crawling over Minho atop the bed, “I’m dripping in cum. My shirt is drenched.”

For a split second, Minho felt a little bad for how hard and how much he had came, but the look on Changbin’s face made it all worth it. “Good god,” he purred, “I’m keeping this look of yours locked away in my spank bank for when you’re away.”

Changbin licked his teeth and pulled his shirt off, tossing it over his shoulder. “I’d love to see you jerk off one of these days, you know. Spank bank content for spank bank content and all.”

“You’d think of me when you’re having a wank in the shower? I’m flattered.”

“And now I know what your cum tastes like. I’m going to be even more ravenous for you now than ever before.” Changbin hooked his thumbs into his sweats and pulled down, his cock springing free from the fabric with a thick string of precum rolling down from the head. “Look at what you’ve done to me, hyung. One wrong move and I’m gonna burst.”

Minho stared at the reddened top of Changbin’s cock and licked his lips. “Guess I’ll have to be extra cautious when I take that cherry of yours. I bet you’d look so pretty stuffed with some cock inside of you, hmm?”

The younger man nodded and crawled atop of Minho’s lap, eagerly leaning down to pepper excited kisses on his face. “I’m a little nervous. You’ll be good to me, right?”

A lilted giggle came from Minho as he pushed Changbin back a bit, grabbing fistfuls of his ass. “I’ll take things nice and slow, baby. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours and just relax, okay?” He pressed some deep, hasty kisses against his boyfriend’s lips as he lifted his hips and gently shifted Changbin’s weight to the bed. “Why don’t you work on getting all lubed up while I get ready?”

Changbin pouted while Minho pulled away, his hand earnestly trailing down to the bottle of lube that had found its way next to his thigh. “Hey,” he grabbed Minho's hand before he could totally get off of the bed, “do you want me to, like. look away while you get prepped? I’m not making this weird or anything, am I?”

The tender muscles in Minho’s stomach lit up with nerves, trying to oddly rile him up while still feeling nervous. “It’s not weird,” he bashfully admitted, eyeing the corner of the room as he turned away, “I don’t know if it’s going to be particularly enjoyable to watch, but you can if you wanna.” Why in the world would it be entertaining to watch someone shove a synthetic cock into a harness?

“Well, if you think it’s creepy if I watch or something, just tell me, okay?” Changbin licked his lips, the saliva accentuating the gentle grin he had on his face. 

Minho playfully slapped the side of Changbin’s arm and lifted himself off the bed, shimmying over to the desk with his weak, jelly-like legs. “You’re kind of a perv, you know? I don’t think I’ve dated someone that’s this attentive and energetic — and I’ve fucked a lot of straight dudes.” He could feel Changbin staring at him as he grabbed the briefs he’d bought specifically for this occasion. When he stepped into the leg holes and slid them up his legs, his eyes locked onto the average-sized prosthetic he was most familiar with, and he knew that’s the one he would end up using. 

The room was quiet while Minho grabbed the toy off of the desk and carefully tucked it into his underwear, right through the tightly stitched ring inside of it. He had practised this many times to feel like a natural at it by the time he and Changbin eventually slept together, but Minho could still feel his blood rushing inside of his head, scared that maybe his boyfriend did find this a little weird after all. Still, the silence continued, shifting from confused to intrigued. 

“Can I see it yet?”

It was obvious that Changbin was trying to be patient but was miserably failing. Minho turned his head over his shoulder long enough to see Changbin stare at him. He turned his attention back to the silicone between his legs and deeply inhaled before working up the courage to turn around. This was the first time he was going to be seen as a man with a (mostly) functioning, (mostly) realistic-looking cock (as long as it wasn’t inspected too closely) — to a man born with a functioning, real, skin-and-literal-actual-balls cock, and he was nervous. 

“I don’t,” Minho’s voice cracked as an interjection while he anxiously turned around fully, “I dunno if it’s anywhere near what you expected but—”

“That’s going inside of me?” Changbin sputtered out, lube-soaked fingers frozen, plunged halfway inside of his entrance. “Oh my god, that’s going inside of me.”

Minho took a moment to process the words coming from his boyfriend’s mouth. He couldn’t figure out if it was a positive or negative statement, standing in the middle of the floor perhaps a bit dumbly. “Not until you’ve been properly stretched, but yeah,” he nodded, his throat dry as he tried to form a coherent sentence, ”I’d like to fuck you until you go cross-eyed with this, if you’re into it.”

Changbin shifted his weight, scooting down the bed a bit until his head was nicely placed at the middle of his pillow. He shimmied his hips up a bit and nibbled at his lips while his fingers circled around his entrance. “I’m into it,” he nodded, his cock noticeably throbbing and leaking more than before, “I wanna watch you the whole time. How do you want me to lay here?”

For a moment, Minho’s mind went completely blank. When he bottomed with previous partners prior to transitioning, he usually faced away, burying his face as deeply into the pillow as he could stand. Thinking back on it made him realise that the easiest face-to-face interaction would probably require Changbin putting in all of the effort, which Minho didn’t expect. However, the fleeting mental image of watching Changbin lower himself onto his cock made Minho completely breathless.

“I think I want you to ride me?” Minho’s voice squeaked as he ended his statement with an upward inflection, insecurity bleeding into it, making it sound more like a question. “Y-yeah,” he cleared his throat, “I definitely want that, actually.”

Changbin licked his bottom lip and slowly made his way up to his knees, watching Minho curiously. “You’re sure?”

Minho crawled onto the bed, kneeling right in front of Changbin. He nervously reached up to cup his boyfriend’s face before he planted a soft, quick kiss on his lips. “I’m certain, yeah. Are you stretched out enough for me?”

“Mm,” Changbin reached behind him and pulled the bottle of lube out, squeezing a generous amount into his hand, “I’m ready for you. Might take a second to acclimate, but I’ll make sure it’s a good show for you.” A devilish grin crept up the corners of his lips, and he slowly reached his hands down to the synthetic cock awkwardly jutting out of Minho’s harness. “Can I lube you up, baby?”

A lump got caught in Minho’s throat as he watched some lube drip down from Changbin’s hand onto his lap. He awkwardly reached out to grab Changbin’s hips, leading him back a bit so that he could lean against the wall. “Yeah. Is this position gonna be good, or should I move a little more—”

Changbin straddled Minho and cut him off with a deep kiss, swiping his tongue against Minho’s dry bottom lip. He dragged his teeth across the sensitive flesh and nipped firmly enough to make Minho whimper. Changbin pulled back slightly, letting his hands work on getting the dildo slicked up. “You’re doing that thing you do when you overthink. While I think it’s cute, I know that means you’re letting yourself freak out, and I don’t want you to worry.” He slowly lined himself up against the head of the cock and pressed his forehead against Minho’s. “Have a little faith in me, won’t you? It’s my first time doing this, too, and we’re doing pretty well for ourselves. Let me take control for a little bit, baby.”

Minho nervously nodded and awkwardly let his hands hover over Changbin’s hips, swallowing hard as he watched his boyfriend start to take him in. “S-should I, like, where should I put my hands? Do they go on your hips? Do I jerk you off?”

A light chuckle came from Changbin. “Minho, baby,” he whispered, using the back of his free hand to force Minho to meet his eyes, “do whatever’s natural. Stop overthinking and relax a little. It’ll come to you in a sec, ‘kay?”

“W…what?” Minho stuttered, then watched Changbin’s face contort into a bit of pain before he bit back a loud moan. His eyes immediately went wide, and he looked down to his lap.

It was only just the head, but his cock was actually inside of his boyfriend.

“Holy fuck.” Minho’s hands fell to the tops of Changbin’s thighs, almost as if he were helping guide his boyfriend down. He watched Changbin’s cock pulse as he hovered in the same spot, precum slowly spilling down his flesh. “You’re doing so well. I never thought I’d say this, but you look so good riding my dick like this.”

Changbin sharply inhaled through his teeth and looked down at Minho, his free hand pushing his chin up with his thumb, while the rest of his fingers rested at the back of Minho’s neck. “I could say the same about you, how good and eager you look popping my cherry right now.”

A sharp breath escaped Minho’s lips, like he’d been punched in the sternum. Something about the way Changbin phrased his dirty talk made his stomach flip, and he could feel his cock throb, begging for attention. “I haven’t even fucked you yet and I’m already looking forward to round two.”

Changbin softly laughed and continued sinking himself down onto Minho’s lap. “You haven’t even gotten me off yet and you’re already thinking about your needs? Hasn’t anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue, hyung?” 

Before Minho could respond, Changbin moaned loudly, his thighs coming into contact with Minho’s. He whimpered as he shakily, desperately kissed his way around Minho’s face until their lips met. They exchanged needy, passionate kisses while Changbin grabbed Minho’s hand and brought it to his dripping cock, silently begging to be touched. “Not too fast,” Changbin whispered at an elevated pitch, “just a little extra attention in a sec. It’s not gonna take long with you inside of me.”

Minho nodded and only slowly circled his thumb at the base of Changbin’s cock. “How’s it feel?” Sure, Minho had experienced the sensations of penetration before, but he was so curious to hear what exactly his boyfriend was feeling, and if it was anything similar to how good it felt for him. 

Changbin pressed a quick kiss to Minho’s lips before he placed his hands on the wall, pushing away a bit. His eyes were half-open, full of lust as he stared hungrily down at Minho. “It feels like we should be doing this at least once a week.” He reached one of his hands down to Minho’s hoodie and cocked his head to the side. “You still want this on? I know I’m gonna come all over it.”

“You already have to wash the sheets,” Minho reached down to Changbin’s hand, guiding it up under the fabric, past the scars under his pecs, “what’s a little more laundry for the night?”

The younger man looked surprised as his fingers grazed the soft skin of Minho’s chest. “You’ve never let me touch you here… you sure about this?”

Minho nodded. “It’s a night of firsts, and a lot of euphoria. I trust you, baby.”

A soft, eager smile immediately spread across Changbin’s face, baring his teeth. He giggled and nodded. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too.” The look on Changbin’s face made Minho feel completely at ease, like tonight was going way better than either of them had anticipated. Minho slowly wrapped his fingers around the base of Changbin’s short and thick cock, careful to avoid the head for now. “C’mon,” he whispered, “fuck yourself on my dick, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do.”

Changbin shuddered and slowly started to rock his hips, pressing more of his weight against Minho’s chest and the wall behind them. He clamped his eyelids shut as he slowly moved, unintelligible words spilling from his lips. His motions were low and shallow, but whatever he was doing seemed to make him feel good, making his nails dig into Minho’s chest hard enough to leave marks.

“That’s it.” Minho watched Changbin, taking in every small change of expression as he started to work his boyfriend’s flesh in his hand. This moment was something he wanted to bask in for the rest of his life. “How’s it feel to ride your boyfriend’s cock?”

“It’s good,” Changbin gasped, rolling his head to the side, “you’re so thick, Minho. It’s like you were made to be inside of me.”

A deep chuckle came from Minho’s throat. He kept his jerking motions gentle and slow until Changbin started to ride him faster, the harness causing enough friction against his cock to feel like it was really his flesh inside of his boyfriend. “That cute, fucked-out look on your face looks like you were meant to ride me for the rest of your life. You’re about to come, aren’t you?”

A tiny, shaky whimper came from Changbin as he weakly nodded his head. He partially opened his eyes, staring at Minho with a pleading gaze. “So close. Make me come, baby. Need you…”

Minho grabbed Changbin’s hip and dug his heels into the bed, thrusting his hips upward. The motion made Changbin curl inward and moan loudly, gasping out Minho’s name intermingled with broken pleas. For this being his first time taking control and fucking someone else, Minho felt a rush of pride help guide his hips and hand in the right motions. “Look at me, Changbin.”

Between thrusts, Changbin gasped and managed to maintain eye contact with Minho, visibly barely holding on.

“Come for me.”

With one last snap of Minho’s hips, Changbin cried out and fell forward onto his hands. Cum shot up between them, some staining Minho’s hoodie and some landing on both of their faces. As soon as the last dribble of cum spilled from his cock, Changbin collapsed into Minho’s chest, panting hard.

Minho could feel their sweat leach into the sheets, and he enjoyed the way Changbin’s back felt slick with cool sweat on his flushed skin as he rubbed his hands into the flesh. He turned his head and buried his nose into Changbin’s hair, taking in the smell of his conditioner and the smell of sex, feeling so many positive emotions as he did so. “I love you.” Minho whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his boyfriend’s head. “I love you so much.”

Changbin whined and slowly turned his head to face Minho, looking at him for only a moment before letting his eyelids flutter shut again. “I love you too. I’m gonna feel this in the morning, aren’t I?”

The way Changbin flatly delivered his question made Minho cackle. “Oh, baby,” he nudged his head against Changbin’s forehead and trailed his fingers down his back, “you’ve really never taken dick before, have you? You’ll be a little sore, sure, but I bet you’ll still be on cloud nine in the morning.”

Again, Changbin whined, this time a bit more dramatically. He snaked his arms around Minho’s back and groaned, burying his head deep into his boyfriend’s neck. “Sleep sounds good right now. Could get cosy right here and pass out, actually.”

“Oh no,” Minho wrapped his arms around Changbin and slowly forced them both upright, “we are absolutely not sleeping in these nasty sheets and I refuse to have your cum dry on our faces. C’mon,” he poked Changbin in the sides to jolt him upright, “you promised you would clean up the mess you made.”

“Technically,” Changbin grumbled, “you’re the one that made such a mess.” He peeled himself away from Minho’s chest and pouted. “I just happened to make you make said mess.”

Minho rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Changbin onto his back, giggling as he peppered kisses all over his boyfriend’s upper chest. “Okay, Mr Always-Sticks-to-his-Principles,” he quickly suckled a love bite into Changbin’s collarbone before staring down his boyfriend, “you can argue semantics all you want as you load our messy sheets into the laundry, then you can join me in the shower for round two. How’s that sound?”

Changbin’s eyes went wide and his face immediately brightened up. “Y-you’re really gonna let me shower with you? And, just to clarify, you want more sex? In the shower? Are you feeling okay?”

A giggle came from Minho as he propped himself up on his knees. “I’m feeling quite well, actually. I’m just a little insatiable once I get a taste of something I love. Get used to it.” He slowly pulled out of Changbin, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “I’m going to go hop in the shower, and I expect to see you there soon, pretty boy.”

Without notice, Minho got off of the bed and made his way towards the washroom with vigour in each step, smiling proudly to himself. His biggest fear had been conquered, and he felt warm as he thought about how well his first time with Changbin had gone. There were brief moments of dysphoria, sure, but the constant reassurance from his boyfriend felt natural and made him more comfortable. Maybe all of the panic he had worked himself up over was worth it in the end, and they could slowly work towards more regular physical intimacy.

Patience was a virtue, after all.

[changbinholic]

Still thinking about one of the first minbin fics I ever read. I know I bookmarked it but the author must've deleted it and that makes me v sad. Idk if anyone has read it but it's basically Minho that trained Bin to cum untouched just by calling him darling (?) If anyone still has it send it my way I beg

[feybin]

One of the best minbin fics I’ve read ❤️

[leemimo]

Hello! My name is Vex (him/her). I am looking for a long-term RP partner for Stray Kids ♡

I use discord for RP

I match lengths with my partner, but I tend to write multi-para or longer depending on the RP.

I am looking for member x member RPs (mxm)

I write for Minho & Felix, but am willing to write for any other member.

My favorite ships: MinChan, MinBin, SeungBin, ChangLix, JeongChan, JeongHyun, ChanSung, JiLix, HyunBin, you name it — I probably ship it.

I am down for any AU plots or genres. I have experience in fantasy/supernatural plots as well as omegaverse (No Mpreg). But, I am willing to discuss anything you might be interested in.

Plots I am interested in doing: supernatural (werewolf x vampire, such as wolf!chan x vampire!minho and stuff like that), or fantasy things (such as merlin AU or prince x prince arranged marriage)

I prefer long, intricate plots where we can include multiple ships in one story or even poly ships (ot8 included).

(20+) No Minors. I am 28 years old and smut is more than welcome. I am also comfortable with other mature writing including some violence.

I have about fifteen years of experience of writing RP and am willing to try new things while having a good time writing with a fellow stay.

DM or like this if you are interested or have any questions. We can chat and see if we are a good match. I’d love to make friends too and just have someone to talk to about our boys.

[findroleplay]

Hello! My name is Vex/Loa (him/her) and I’m 28. I’m looking for a long-term RP partner who wants to write for Stray Kids.

I write for Minho and Felix mostly, but am willing to try out any other member.

I’m looking for member x member, not OCs. Possibly down for poly or OT8

My favorite ships are MinChan, MinBin, ChangLix, SeungBin, JeongChan, JiLix, HyunBin, MinSung. But, really I like all ships, especially polyships.

I’m have some plots in mind, but I am willing to discuss any that you may have. I like all genres, but specifically like writing for supernatural or fantasy type plots. I also like omegaverse (no mpreg).

I like plots that include multiple members and multiple ships.

I’m okay with smut or any other mature topics, but I only ask that you are at least 20 or older if we write those things.

Usually I match my partner’s length with replies, but I prefer longer RPs.

Feel free to send me a DM if you are interested!

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[cutiequokka]

Please (Minbin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 820

Warnings: *Omorashi*, public sexual behavior kinda, it's kinda fluffy at the end, Felix is here but he's just being a sweetie

Summary: It had been Changbin's idea originally, but boy was he starting to doubt his decision when Minho eagerly made him gulp down yet another drink by the poolside.

A/N: I am a slut for omorashi, so if you don't like it that's totally fine, but I just wanted to write something up for my own enjoyment.

“Minho, fuck, I can’t do this much longer.”

Changbin groaned as the water lapped around his waist, Minho smirking down at him from his perch on the swim floaty. “Aww, we still have to film for a long while baby, guess you’ll just have to hold it like a good boy.”

Changbin glanced over at Felix, who was quickly running back towards the pool with an innocent smile plastered on his face. Changbin had tried to sneak out for a bit when the staff called for a 15 minute break, but Minho had promptly reached down and pressed his hand so hard against the aching bulge of his bladder it caused Binnie to double over at the pressure.

“You’re not going anywhere baby, you stay right here in this water and make your pathetic bladder feel every last drop, got it?” He had said, voice sharp and laced with the threat of punishment. Changbin whimpered, his dick twitching despite the humiliation of it all, because as much as he hated to admit it, he had actually been the one to suggest this new adventure for their relationship. Minho had practically drooled at the idea, and now Changbin was beginning to wonder if he was even more into it than he was.

After having gulped down glass after glass after glass of liquid, time felt like it was slowed down, the boy’s poor muscles growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute. They had to continue recording in soon, and Changbin felt so full and desperate he couldn’t possibly think of anything else but his desire to simply let go. Felix kept asking if he was ok, noting his member’s vacant expression, and Changbin silently thanked the glare of the water for hiding the way his hand was tightly squeezing his crotch as to not leak.

At one point, Minho simply stated that he was feeling hot and that a cool drink would help relax him. Changbin’s eyes grew wide, gaze pleading silently to please, please not make him do that. But Minho ignored him, his heart as cold as the ice cubes floating in the lemonade cup sitting by the poolside.

“Go on Binnie, hydration is important,” he smirked, watching as every muscle in the younger boy’s body screamed as he pushed him gently towards the stairs.

“Minho, Min, I can’t- please, I need- please Min!” Changbin hissed, eyes pricking with tears as a warm leak forced its way past his clenched hand. Felix looked concerned, quickly running into the house looking for an ice pack to cool the seemingly overheating member down, as well as alert the staff members who had headed inside for the break. Minho’s eyes never lost their teasing glint, and he pulled Changbin over to the stairs by his swim shorts, hand clamped over the bulge of his half-hard dick twitching in his pants.

“You’re going to sit on the edge, right there on the concrete, and piss yourself, understand?”

Changbin nodded frantically, desperate beyond belief, steady trickles and spurts weakening his bladder even further. Finally, he pushed away from Minho’s grip, hobbled over to the side, and collapsed onto his knees, the pain barely even registering as the hiss of his pee finally being let go made him moan in ecstasy.

Fuck, it felt so good. The relief, the warmth, the weakness that came over his tired muscles, the dark puddle growing underneath him. He now understood why Minho had chosen this specific position, the concrete showing off the wet liquid perfectly as it then trickled down into the clear pool. God, it felt like heaven to Binnie, his mind practically melting as he realized he was for sure going to have to talk Minho into doing this again.

Not that he suspected Minho would need much convincing.

“Good boy, Binnie, such a good boy for hyung, making a mess out of yourself.” The older rubbed his back soothingly, watching with strange affection as the boy was completely drained of his energy, grinning lazily up at him. After he was finally done and looking practically fucked out, Minho chuckled, pulling his face up to meet his own.

“Come back to me baby, we have to film more now.” Changbin nodded hazily, the smile still plastered on his face.

“Hyung?”

“Yes?”

“Can we maybe do that kind of thing in private next time, please?”

Minho smirked, eyeing the erection pressed against the strain of Changbin’s swim trunks. “Of course baby, it would be my pleasure.”

At that moment, Felix came rushing back out of the house, carrying a fan, a frozen bag of peas, and a towel. Minho laughed, thanking the boy as he threw the towel onto Changbin’s lap to cover his bulge, but at that moment, Changbin couldn’t care less. Despite thanking Felix too and patting his head affectionately, his was mind already swirling with the thoughts of him and Minho’s next wet adventure...

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Seungmin liking to be thrown around..hmm I'm having A LOT of ideas

*inhales* SEUNGMING WHO LIKES BEING ROUGHLY MANHANDLED AND DEGRADED BY CHANGBIN SO HE GETS BRATTY ON PURPOSE CAUSE SOFT DOM CHNAGBIN YK* insert here that one time changbin asked seungmin to bark and he answered" you really think I will bark for you that easily"

OH GOD I NEED TO WRITE THIS ONCE IM DONE STUDYING

Im having🧠🪱 I need your thoughts on this cause Ndnsjdjdjejx

[hwanghyunjin18cmhands]

ship: minbin

warnings: MxM

a/n: i will do a reader insert soon 

it started as an innocent kiss, then it turned into a heated make-out session and now changbin’s lower half fully exposed while he was lying on the teacher's table.

his legs were wrapped around his hyung’s waist, his head buried into his hyung’s neck 

letting out dirty moans and his nails dug deep into his hyung’s fully clothed back. 

“binnie, you’re so dirty, you know any teachers or classmates can walk in and see you being a dirty cockslut for hyung?” 

minho knows very well that his words would affect changbin as he hear changbin spilling even more dirty moans 

“b-binnie wants to c-cum, hyung,” 

“b-binnie has been a good boy, please h-hyung,” 

minho’s thrusts become faster and harder as he is close to release.

“binnie, cum. cum with hyung.” changbin let out a really loud moan before cumming and spilling all over his and hyung’s uniforms and minho filled changbin up with his seeds.