Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 26: The Spread

You were hustled through the airport by staff, surrounded by your crazy eight. Han kept trying to hold your hand, right out in the open. "Stop it," you whispered, "there are photographers everywhere." He scrunched up his nose, mad. It was the cutest thing! "Nobody has noticed us," he pouted. You punched him in the arm. "All it takes is one. Are you trying to get me killed?"

Chan had warned you from day one that being perceived as "with" any member would cause you unknown amounts of trouble, as your YouTubed escapade with Changbin had shown - some fans were still pissed. You preferred to keep your life, so you played it safe whenever there was a chance of a camera being around, which was basically all the time if any one of them got recognized - and here you were trying to sneak through the airport with the whole entourage.

It wasn't just that, either - Minho and Chan both had their eye on the two of you, since you'd left Chan's room with Han that morning and had been together all day in his room.

You'd gone to your room and he helped you pack, then carried all of your stuff to his room, where you fell on each other again. It was like you couldn't get enough of him - even when he was as deep as he could be inside of you, so deep it hurt, you wanted more. You couldn't keep your fingers from caressing his defined jaw, your lips off of his heart-shaped adam's apple, your hands from running all over his muscular chest. His skillful hands were so elegant, and his snatched waist made you want to eat him alive. You knew in the back of your head that you were trying to distract yourself from feelings by immersing yourself in him physically, but you didn't really care. If you could hold that pain at bay you'd do it any way possible. You hoped he was doing the same thing, but this willingness to commit the cardinal sin of PDA had made you wonder.

You got settled into your seats; sure enough Han had somehow convinced Chan to switch places with him. That put Chan with Minho across the aisle from you, which still made you nervous as Minho was giving you looks that plainly said "what the fuck are you doing". Han kept his face buried in your neck during takeoff, whispering a song into your ear, his arm hooked through yours. You had a hard time not wanting to straddle him right then and let the thrust of takeoff push him further into you than ever before. Maybe, if you could just fuck him enough, you could become numb.

Fat chance.

Halfway through the flight, when all was quiet and the cabin was dark, Minho followed you to the bathroom. He pushed his way into the tiny room with you.

"What are you doing? I have to pee!"

"You can do that while I'm in here. I want to know what happened to our agreement. You're making this harder for Han, you know."

"Ugh! You suck. I have to go so you're just gonna have to watch."

You pulled down your sweatpants, unable to hold it, and sat on the toilet. Minho was wearing jeans and his crotch was literally right in your face as you peed. Out of sheer spite you kissed the bulge where you knew he would be sensitive. He scowled, then tilted his head thoughtfully, then unbuttoned his fly. You looked up at him. This motherfucker will call a bluff, I guess. He didn't move to take his dick out, but you saw it growing in his boxers. As horny as you were for Han, you had a hard time looking away.

"Are you too in love to suck my dick now?" Minho asked softly, mean as a snake.

"I'm not in love, Minho. Neither is Han. We're just... comfortable together. I'm just spending time with him today."

"And last night..."

"Yeah, with the rest of 3RACHA," you snapped.

"Oh right. How did that go?" His dick had grown considerably at the mention.