StrayKids OneShots 🍓🫧💫 (DISCONTINUED)

dirty little secrets (finally pt 2/3)

(a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY MOM FOUND MY WATTPAD AND I ALMOST GOT DISOWNED SO YEA THAT DELAYED STUFF A BIT ANYWAY ENJOY 😽💋)

Minhos fingers were now tracing shapes dangerously close to the hem of the panties Jisung was wearing. An innocent smile painted Minhos lips as he licked at his ice cream bowl. 'You okay sung? You've barely touched your ice cream.' He says just as one of his fingers applies pressure onto Jisung's erect tip. 'Ye-' the younger quickly coughs into his sleeve. 'Please..' he whimpers into Minho's ear subtly as the older starts slowly palming him. 'Please, what Jisung?' Minho whispers back., sending chills down the youngers spine. 'Please touch me,' he finally mumbles before sitting back normally. 'Mr han can I please have the tissue box?' Minho says cheerily with a grin. "Holy fuck he's a good actor" jisung curses to himself. 'Of course, Jisung darling pass it across the table.' Jisung was confused for a split second before understanding Minhos plan. "That smooth mother fucker" he sighs, leaning forward a bit to reach the tissues s his father was passing him. In that singular moment frame, he feels two of Minho's fingers taking grip on the hem of his underwear, pulling them halfway down his thighs.

the cold air on his sensitive skin make him shudder a little but it was soon replaced by the warmth of minhos palm wrap around his length. he looks up, desperation sparking in his eyes. 'oh! jisung sweetie, pass me those tissues, will you!' mrs han chuckles, looking up at her son from the icy, sugary mess she made on the table. 'here sung, pass it to your mom,' there was a wide, smile on minhos face. ear to ear, teeth baring on one side almost like the cheshire cat. in a second, jisung felt his stomach drop knowing what was coming next. he slides the tissue box under his palm, reaching across the table to his mom. 'thank you honey,' she words softly. as soon as jisung sat down, in that split second window, minhos finger penetrates jisung rim, rubbing all up against his warm walls. falling back completely, jisung's eyes roll back in pleasure while minho just sits there, finger up his boyfriends ass at a public dinner with his parents. 'jisung.' and the boy snaps back, his eyes flickering at the position change. 'sorry, i got a little..' he bites the inside of his lip. 'dizzy,'

mr and mrs han were now facing each other, lovingly holding hands, exchanging work stories. on the other side of the table, jisung was leaning sideways against the olders chest with his eyes closed in ecstasy as he fucked himself back on minhos fingers. 'my fingers are going numb,' minho winces. 'please, please minho i just wanna cum,' he whines into minhos ear. 'let's go now. we'll go home and i'll fuck you good how does that sound?'

'tsk, no touching,' minho pinned jisung's wrists to the car seat with one of his hands. jisung pouts in response, but he stays put, stopping his grinding and focusing on the streets that got more and more familiar until his father pulled into their driveway. 'are you coming, mr, mrs han?' minho asks, halfway to the porch. 'no son, we're going to a charity event "gala" for my husbands work.' 'oh, okay, drive safe!' jisung calls, winking at minho. 'be good!' mrs han yelled as they drove away. minho immediately turned, snapped his fingers and pointed inside. 'upstairs, now.'

minho walked into jisung hurriedly slipping from his clothes. 'keep that on babe, i wanna fuck you with that skirt on.' jisung's stomach flips upside down. 'o-kay...' the boy shyly squeaks. minho walks into the bathroom to get their special box. it was permanently in jisung's house since minho lived with a roommate. he picks it up carrying it to the bed. 'how'd you like it tonight?' minho asks softly, sliding his jacket from his shoulders. 'slow.' jisung says dreamily, staring off. 'slow and hard. i wanna feel you for every second of it.' 'woah,' minho stops his actions. 'didn't know you were into that babe..' he smirks, baring his gums.

minho lathered his fingers in lube, smiling as jisung stared. with a pop, the older closes the bottle and on cue, jisung shuffles on his knees, aligning his hole to minhos fingers. he throws his head back and rolled his hips, straining a moan in his throat. 'holy fuck, loosen up please' minho laughs, half wincing at the pain in his knuckles. eventually, jisung leaned back into the headboard, letting minho readjust his fingers. at some point the older stopped thrusting his hand into the youngers hole, leaving jisung to work at it himself. 'woah princess,' minho stares in awe at the erotic beauty of seeing his boyfriend fucking himself on his fingers. 'ready?' he asks, out of breath. and out of patience. he needed attention to the tent in his boxers. 'w-wait.. min i wanna ride your thigh first. after i finish you can fuck me slow. hard. as long as you want. i want to be overstimulated. use me.' minhos mouth fell open, the blood rushing from his face. the words going straight to his dick.