old habits || lmh
pairing: lee minho x fem!reader
genre: exes to lovers?, high school au (everyone is above the age of 18 in this), smut, crack
warnings: sexual content, finger sucking, profanity, sexual tension, sunwoo is a cockblock, nsfw, marking, minho gets jealous and gets worked up, substance use (drinking, marijuana use), suggestive themes.
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“I hate you for bringing me here” you mutter, opening the handle of the record store.
Jisung laughs half heartedly, ruffling your hair as he walks past you and in through the store. Chan follows, muttering a small “cute” under his breath at the stubborn pout forming on your face.
Annoyed, you fix your hair frustratedly. “It’s a Friday night and I forgot to wear a bra” you tell your older friends, shutting the door behind you in frustration and the urge to leave this place altogether
Despite jisung being older than you by 2 years, and chan being older by 3, both boys sucked ass at being mature.
“Hey, free sushi from Suzuki’s, tons of booze, no management, you should be thanking me right now y/n” jisung tells you, spinning the keys to his mortar bike around his index finger, as he looks around the old records on display. Chan follows silently as he always does with no complains as the three of you make your way to the back of the store.
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone will notice you’re not wearing a bra on” chan says to make you feel better. You take it the other way instead.
“Are you saying my tits are unnoticeable?!” you ask in disbelief. Jisung breaks into laughter, a grin spreading on his face. “N-no! that’s-“ Chan sighs before making the wise decision of staying quiet.
You scoff, rolling your eyes before catching up to jisung’s fast steps. “If seungmin’s boss knew that we were breaking in after store hours to-“
“Y/N” the boy stops you, facing you properly, “calm down, babe” Jisung tells you, turning around to assure you that it wasn’t after hours just yet as he unlocked the staff room door.
“listen jisung, I’m really not so sure-“
The metal door titled “STAFF ONLY” clicked open, revealing the low dim of lights, the blaring of Dr. Alban’s ‘Sing Hallelujah!’, and the thick stench of booze and weed.
“Have a beer y/n” chan offered, passing you a can of warm beer that sat on top of a trash bin of broken records.
You barely managed to catch the beer before placing it down skeptically, coming into view of a tipsy Felix start to dance on a disgusted, and very much sober hyunjin.
Shoving the Australian student’s ass away from him, the poor boy moved to a different spot far away from the madness that ensued in the middle of the back room.
“The party has arrived motherfuckers” jisung yelled the minute he walked through, disappearing amongst the crowd of unfamiliar faces that welcomed the king of bad decisions. You gaped in amazement, underestimating the number of people joining tonight.
Seeing chan walk away to find his girlfriend, you tugged on the sleeve of his leather jacket before he could go anywhere. “I thought you said this was gonna be a small get together!” You yelled over the loud R&B playing from the speakers. “I don’t know any of these people!” You cried, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach.
“You know how much of a blabber mouth hannie is” chan grins, letting your hand leave his sleeve before he searches amongst the large crowd.
You mentally curse yourself and to your friends for letting you go to such a place on a Friday night.
“Fuck this” you mutter under your breath, going outside the staff room and across the hall to the bathroom in hopes of escaping the heavy scent of weed. Instead you hear a low, but noticeable voice directing itself to you.
you turn to your side, meeting face to face with Johnny Suh of Fremont Boys Catholic School, sitting on the floor crossed legged with nothing but a pair of baggy jeans, worn out Nike’s, and a gold chain that hangs from his defined collar bones. He offers you a joint hanging from the tips of his fingers, while a second one sits on the corner of his lips.
You swore this was the same dude who used to sit alone at the caf lunch tables in middle school. But clearly something in that holy water back at Fremont had changed him from the nerd he was, to the… whatever he is now.
“I’m good” you say, eyeing the multiple plastic bags surrounding him.
It’s not that you’re on bad terms with Johnny. You know each other. Made out that one time during prayer lessons, but still stayed on good terms after you moved from Fremont. He looked the same in your eyes, just a bit different that’s all. Maybe a bit older.
“Minho’s looking for you. Passed by me earlier. Asked me some things and said he needed to talk to you” the boy exhaled, letting a cloud of smoke rise between you two as he counted the bills of 20s and 50s in his hands.
Of course he did. Lee Minho always had to do something with you didn’t he?
You sighed loudly. “Why the fuck are you talking to-“
“Your ex? Cause he goes to my school. And he bought a bag from me” he grins, holding up his merchandise for you to see. You sigh, rolling your eyes before letting your head rest against the wall.
“Listen to me babe” Johnny says, standing up as he lets the joint in his hand move to his ear, while he offers the one from his mouth to you. He gestures to you, a hazy feeling coming from those eyes of his.
“He’s no good for you, and you know that” he whispers, hovering over you as he cages you against the wall.
Stubborn, but in desperate need of a puff, you take it from him, hating that even Johnny suh knew about what happened between you two idiots.
“So what really happened between you two?”, kissing the side of your neck softly. He frustrates you, and you hate that about him. But you can’t help but like him too.
Sighing in release, one hand holds the joint as the other comes up to grasp his soft locks.
“Nothing.” you told the boy. “He wanted more, and I didn’t.” you said, letting the smoke surround what was happening against the wall. You hoped the smoke would even fog the memory of this between you two.
You shudder when Johnny’s hand caresses your breast, slipping under your shirt too easily to play with your nipple.
“No bra?” He asks, smirking before he goes back to making the pink hickey forming on your neck. “Shut up” you tell him, closing your eyes as you let Johnny suh give you a kiss on the lips, sliding his tongue in before making out with you in a record store.
It’s been years since you’ve had sex with Johnny, but in all honesty, he wasn’t bad. better than what happened in prayer lessons, that’s for sure.
He groans when you tug harder on his hair, gliding his hands all around your tits and ass, giving it a good squeeze and a hard slap.
You whine, feeling too caught up in the moment and almost forgetting the fact that minho, your ex boyfriend was looking for you. almost.
The moment is interrupted when Johnny is pulled away from you, your lipgloss still stained on his lips before you see who stands inbetween you and him.
“I asked you where she was, not to shove your fucking tongue down her throat”
It’s been a while since you saw him, letting your gaze fall upon his defined shoulders, the leather jacket he wore, and the small tuft of hair that was started to grow above his neck. You almost forgot what your ex boyfriend looked like.
“You, stay out of it” he warned as he turned around to face you. Minho’s eyes trailed down your heaving chest, noticing the way your shirt was messed up.
“Try making a fucking move to her again.” he seethes, looking Johnny straight in the eye. “See what happens to that basketball scholarship you’ve got with Colombia”
Johnny smirks, stepping closer to the boy who stands his guard in front of you, not moving an inch.
“Making out with some chick doesn’t affect whether or not-“
“You’re right dickwad.” Minho let’s out, bringing his mouth into a small grin you can already imagine. “Unless Fremont hears about you selling pot to the dudes behind the bleachers everyday after school”
Johnny goes quiet, the only sound you could possibly hear from behind these two being the heavy breathing, and feeling the warmth of the burning joint still in your hand.
“Colombia cares about their image Johnny. Worry about your ass on the court first.”
You feel a hand grasp your wrist, harshly bringing you along as the joint in your hand falls to the ground.
“Minho, I swear to fucking god, let go of my arm before I-“
He looks back, looking so fucking good under the dim lighting of store.
“Don’t swear to god, angel. Our parents go to church, remember?”
he grins sinisterly, coming in front of a door only to open it and pull you two inside. Before you’ve even had time to speak, he pushes you against the wall, giving you no space as he rests both his hands beside your head.
“tell me why the fuck you’re making out with that douche bag of all people?” he asks you, looking straight into your eyes with a tone in his voice.
You roll your eyes, hating the fact that even after all these years without the boy, he still doesn’t fail to make you warm and hot.
“You are the last person I could be telling this to, bastard”
Minho smiles, just like he always did when you swore at him, a gleam sparking in his eyes as he comes close enough to the point where you can feel his breath hit your mouth.
“minho” you say his name. Warning him.
“I’m not over you.” he confesses, voice becoming quieter. You try to understand if what you’re hearing is correct. Instead all you hear are the heavy breaths coming from the two of you.
“I know it’s been years and every single fucking time you say that it was because we were young. but I’m tired of that excuse y/n.”
There’s a pause between you two, letting the situation finally settle in. “If you thought that breaking up with me was gonna be better, you were completely wrong baby because I need you now more than ever” minho rasps, seeing even in the dark storage room that he was looking at your lips. Wondering which lipgloss you’d applied tonight.
And you’re stunned to say the least. You cant even remember the last time you were with minho like this, and yet being here makes you want to go back to how you both used to be. It’s insane. To the the point that you tell him
you’re not even able to finish those words as your cut off with his lips pressed softly against yours. You’re shocked, first instinct to resist and punch him in his chests before he grabs your hands.
He holds them in his own, closing his eyes and clutching them with something you’ve never seen from Lee minho. Something different.
Before you even know it you’re falling into the kiss, letting his tongue slip through and explore your mouth in years. You cant lie and say you haven’t wanted this a few times.
Minho’s fighting to get more of your taste, letting himself cage you in a way you notice Johnny never could. With the other boy, you felt a sense of awkwardness, passionate lust, but still distance.
With minho, you’re reminded why you fell in love with him all over again. It’s familiar, though you never want to tell him that.
“mmho” you mumble against his lips, clutching his leather jacket in your fists. You know you should stop yourself, but you just can’t. You don’t want to break away. So instead, a knock on the door does it for you.
Minho groans, letting u feel the shifting of his cock inside those tight ass jeans he chose to wear.
“Hyung! Come quick! Jeongin’s crying! He says he’ll have to quit once his boss finds out Felix crashed the vintage record player near-“
“Is he dead” minho asks, not letting his gaze fall. he swallows hard, letting his finger slide into your mouth, making you suck on it.
you’re shy at first, with someone listening at the door and all, but you slowly fall into it when minho plays with the waistband of your panties , letting them snap back against your waist, causing you to stifle a moan.
“U-um, I don’t think so hyung, but the record pla-“
“Sunwoo.” minho growls, towering over you more. God damn, all the boy wants is to have a taste of you and see you ride his cock.
“If you come back to speak another word about anyone, you can guarantee you’ll walk back to school on Monday with a jackassed face and a beat up knee.”
you’re dripping at this point, forgetting to care about poor Sunwoo who came to deliver what was happening out there. “Mmho” you mumble, his ringed fingers still being sucked.
“you got that?” he pierces, cutting through your pleas.
A small pause is heard before you hear a shaked up voice.
“Go back and help Lix up, alright?”
Minho smiles before bringing your panties and pants down, taking his wet fingers to shove them up your red, aching, cunt. You shudder, letting out a high pitched moan and grasping onto anything for some support.
“Scream my name, baby” minho huffs, sucking on your neck. “it’s been way too long”
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