On The First Day Of Christmas...
Xiuharem (Xiumin/everyone, Xiumin/Luhan, Xiumin/Sehun) R (Slight sexual content) 2100 words. ~
In which the members of Exo take turns each day trapping their favourite hyung under the mistletoe.
Day 1
The first time it happens, Minseok is just getting out of the shower, towel around his waist, shaking droplets of water out of his mop of wet hair. He fails to notice the plant hanging from the bathroom door, and lets out an ungodly shriek, landing on his ass, lap suddenly full of tanned skin and dark hair.
Minseok flushes, and looks up at Jongin in shock, reaching down to try and cover himself with his towel, tugging it up around his hips, blatantly ignoring the fact that Jongin is basically sitting on his dick.
“Er, Jongin?”
“Didn’t you notice it Hyung?” Jongin is smirking down at him and pointing about his head, to the now obvious Mistletoe hanging above the two. “We’re under the mistletoe~”
Minseok doesn’t even get the chance to reply when a pair of plush lips cover his own, and strong arms push him down onto the cold tiles. Jongin keeps the kiss innocent though, moving against Minseok’s mouth softly, before pulling away and hopping out of his lap, grinning.
“Thanks Hyung,” He says, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Day 2
The second time it happens, the group is returning to their hotel rooms after a particularly grueling concert, and Minseok is ready to collapse, heading immediately for his room, set on falling into the pillows and not moving for a week.
He doesn’t get any further than the door however, because a pair of gentle hands wind their way around his neck and a pair of even gentler lips are pressing against his. Minseok can’t help but get lost in the kiss, sighing and sucking on the other’s bottom lip. The soft grip of fingers on his hips snaps Minseok back to reality, and he breaks away from the other, looking at him quizzically.
Yixing smiles wide and gestures to the mistletoe that’s been hung in the doorway of Minseok’s room, and gives him a quick peck on the cheek, before silently slipping past Minseok and down the hall.
“Is that something I should be concerned about?”
Minseok blinks before peering into the room and over at Lu Han, who is currently lounging on the bed in a very not concealing bathrobe, looking amused, eyebrows raised in mild shock. Minseok just shakes his head, making a distressed noise and flopping down on the bed next to Lu Han's.
Day 3
The third time it happens it happens Minseok is leaving the practice room late at night, having stayed behind after the others to perfect his solo dance for the next leg of the tour. This time he sees the mistletoe before walking under it, and he pauses, glancing around, trying to find whoever it is that’s going to invade his personal space today.
He startles forward when someone gives him a light push, ending up directly under the hanging plant. He turns to snap at the perpetrator, but his words catch in his throat because Jongdae looks kind of creepy in the half lit room, cheshire cat grin aimed at him.
“Hi hyung!” Jongdae singsongs at him and steps forward, grinning becoming predatory, smashing their mouths together in a rough kiss, filled with a passion that Minseok didn’t know Jongdae had, and he pulls back, panting after a minute, face flushed, lips swollen, and hair a mess. Jongdae licks his lips, and runs a hand through Minseok’s bangs, in a half-hearted attempt at smoothing them down.
“Wanna walk back to the dorm together?”
Day 4
Minseok has begun walking around warily, glancing up at the ceiling every once in a while, in search of the mistletoe that has successfully made the last few days very confusing (and kind of exciting).
It’s in a moment of weakness that he gets trapped by not one, but two members this time, Zitao dangling a ribbon tied stick of Mistletoe over his head, and Baekhyun ducking under it to meet him underneath, giving him a rushed, nervous peck on the lips, awkwardly bumping their noses together, before grabbing the mistletoe from Zitao to hold over Minseok’s head.
Minseok blushes when Zitao swoops down to kiss him, fingers curling around Minseok’s shoulders, as he licks his way into his mouth, softer, and gentler than Minseok expects. When Zitao pulls back he’s giggling, and continues to giggle even while Baekhyun is dragging him out of the room, leaving a bewildered Minseok standing by the sofa gaping at the space they had just occupied.
He makes eye contact with Lu Han, who is leaning against the couch, with his knees to his chest surveying the situation with a single raised eyebrow, sipping a martini.
“Where the hell did you even get a martini?” Minseok asks incredulously, sinking down beside him, and plucking the drink out of his hands.
Day 5.
When Kyungsoo pushes him onto his back onto the sofa and looks at him with wide, dark eyes, Minseok glances up to the see the mistletoe and sighs, taking the initiative and leaning forward to kiss the owlish boy, presently surprised at how nice Kyungsoo’s lips feel, full and soft, perfect for biting.
And that’s what he does, nipping and tugging at Kyungsoo’s bottom lip, swiping his tongue out to ask permission before plunging his tongue into the other’s mouth, letting his hands wander, creeping under Kyungsoo’s shirt. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts the two from getting too into it, and Minseok glances over to find the owner of the noise and smiles sheepishly at Lu Han, who is standing over them with his arms crossed, looking unpleased.
Kyungsoo sits up, straddling Minseok and points to the mistletoe, shrugging, and heads towards the kitchen, ruffling Lu Han’s hair as he walks by, causing the other to bristle like an angry cat. Minseok allows Lu Han to wrap his delicate fingers around his wrist and pull him off.
Day 6.
Minseok has lost count of which members have kissed him and which haven’t, and by the 6th day he’s sure that nothing can surprise him anymore.
He’s proved wrong when a mistletoe plant literally lands on his head, followed by a muffled “shit” and suddenly Minseok’s got a face full of Chanyeol, holding the mistletoe above his head with one hand and holding Minseok in place with the other.
“Boo Hyung!” The tall boy chirps cheerfully, and he kisses Minseok so hard that the shorter male is left completely breathless, slumping into a couch cushion and groaning, overwhelmed by all the attention he’s getting.
Lu Han sits down beside him, putting a protective hand on his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the now guffawing Chanyeol.
Day 7
The seventh time Minseok gets kissed, it’s by Joonmyun. Joonmyun chooses to walk up to him and ask Minseok to follow him back to his room for a talk. Minseok follows obediently, finding no reason to be suspicious of his leader asking to talk. He just hopes he isn’t going to get reprimanded for this mistletoe game the members seem to be playing with him.
Instead of scolding him though, Joonmyun stops in the doorway and coughs, hesitating, and Minseok, realizing what’s going on steps forward and playfully hugs his leader.
“You gonna kiss me?” Minseok’s voice is cheeky and daring, and Joonmyun leans forward to give him a shy, innocent kiss, turning bright red and slamming his door in Minseok’s face.
Minseok chuckles lightly, and returns to the living room to finish the movie he and Lu Han had been watching.
Day 8
Minseok is walking to the kitchen to get his morning coffee, drained and tired. He’s usually the only one up at this time, so the last thing he expects is to run face first into a chest, and he teeters backwards, squeaking slightly. Looking up at the tall maknae who has him trapped in the doorway, Minseok unconciously licks his lips. He’d be lying if he says he hasn’t been waiting for this one, secretly excited at the thrill of making out with the good-looking boy.
“Morning hyung~” Sehun is smiling, eyes turning into crescents, and he gestures towards the kitchen.
“I already started the coffee, so you just worry about me okay?”
Minseok doesn’t get any warning when Sehun tosses aside the mistletoe he’s been holding, and attacks Minseok, pinning him to the wall, arms on either side of the older man’s head. Minseok tilts his head to one side, smirking at Sehun and reaches out a finger, brushing it across Sehun’s lips. The dorm is quiet, aside from the light snoring that can be heard from somewhere in the direction of Jongin and Kyungsoo’s room, and Minseok’s voice, though barely above a whisper is heard crystal clear.
“So, are you going to kiss me Sehun-ah?”
Sehun wastes no time diving in, and Minseok finds his hands fisted into Sehun’s shirt as he kisses the air out of Minseok’s lungs, fingers skittering along his jaw to hold face at the right angle. Sehun is young and over eager, and his kisses are sloppy, and Minseok laughs into his mouth, cupping his cheeks.
It’s when Sehun rolls his hips that Minseok puts a stop to their little show, ducking out from under Sehun’s arms and patting the younger boy’s erection, still laughing.
“You’re going to have to take care of that yourself kiddo.” Minseok giggles, and heads into the kitchen to make breakfast.
When Lu Han finds Minseok smiling into his coffee an hour later, he frowns a little, but is quickly sated and smiling when Minseok puts a fresh cup of coffee in front of him and kisses him on the nose.
Day 9.
Minseok has kissed everybody now. He’s counted on his fingers, and has now concluded that there isn’t a single member of this dumb group who hasn’t gotten a taste of their dage.
He goes about his day sleepily, dozing in and out, and collapsing into nearly every chair and cushioned surface.
Jongdae tells him he’s pathetic and should go take a nap because it’s their day off, and Minseok pouts. He hates feeling unproductive, but he relents, and drags himself into his room.
There’s a mistletoe plant hanging above his bed, and Minseok snorts because he fucking would. He ignores the plant and falls asleep almost immediately.
Minseok awakes to pressure on his stomach, and soft lips touching his own. The action is is familiar, and he knows these lips well, knows the feel of long fingers tracing patterns over his abdomen, meandering and natural.
Minseok doesn’t open his eyes right away, choosing instead to ease into the kiss, sighing and opening his mouth, allowing a warm tongue entrance. They kiss slowly, languid and un rushed, and Minseok only realizes something is wrong when he tries to reach up an arm to sift through hair, and can’t move.
Minseok’s eyes shoot open, and he struggles a little against his restraints, two silky ties trapping his arms above his head. He glares at the man hovering over him and sputters indignantly.
“Lu Han why am I tied to my own bed?”
Lu Han giggles, low and breathy, and waves up above him. “It’s my turn to have you under the mistletoe boazi, and I want to have some fun.”
Minseok opens him mouth to protest but Lu Han grinds his hips down into Minseok’s and he gasps out loud instead, because fuck he just woke up and he’s sensitive and groggy. Lu Han’s mouth is attached to his neck, licking and biting and Minseok decides that maybe being tied to a bed isn’t that awful after all, when he thinks of something, and gives Lu Han’s hair a look.
“Lu Han” He breathes out, voice sounding faint and lust tinged, and Lu Han looks up innocently, eyes sparkling, and nose crinkling.
“Yes darling?”
“Was this whole thing your idea?”
Lu Han pauses, and averts his gaze away from Minseok, biting his lip in guilt, and Minseok rolls his eyes, relaxing into the pillows, hooking his legs around his boyfriend’s waist.
“Why are you so jealous then?” Minseok continues, and he knows he’s caught Lu Han, because Lu Han squeaks a little, and Minseok knows Lu Han never acts like he is right now unless he’s feeling possessive.
“They went too far.” Lu Han mumbles, mouth curved downwards into an angry pout. “They were only supposed to get one little kiss each and they took advantage but you’re mine, and they can’t have you.”
Minseok laughs softly, and shakes his head at Lu Han.
“You’re stupid. They can never have me. I belong to you. Now untie me so we can properly enjoy this mistletoe.”
Lu Han remorsefully undoes the ties encircling Minseok’s wrists, and Minseok pulls the boy down on top of him, whispering words of love in his ear.
What they don’t know is that Sehun has been listening outside the door the whole time, mouth set in a straight line, eyebrows furrowed, wondering if they’d ever consider letting him join them one day for a possible threesome.
In which the members of Exo take turns each day trapping their favourite hyung under the mistletoe.
Day 1
The first time it happens, Minseok is just getting out of the shower, towel around his waist, shaking droplets of water out of his mop of wet hair. He fails to notice the plant hanging from the bathroom door, and lets out an ungodly shriek, landing on his ass, lap suddenly full of tanned skin and dark hair.
Minseok flushes, and looks up at Jongin in shock, reaching down to try and cover himself with his towel, tugging it up around his hips, blatantly ignoring the fact that Jongin is basically sitting on his dick.
“Er, Jongin?”
“Didn’t you notice it Hyung?” Jongin is smirking down at him and pointing about his head, to the now obvious Mistletoe hanging above the two. “We’re under the mistletoe~”
Minseok doesn’t even get the chance to reply when a pair of plush lips cover his own, and strong arms push him down onto the cold tiles. Jongin keeps the kiss innocent though, moving against Minseok’s mouth softly, before pulling away and hopping out of his lap, grinning.
“Thanks Hyung,” He says, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Day 2
The second time it happens, the group is returning to their hotel rooms after a particularly grueling concert, and Minseok is ready to collapse, heading immediately for his room, set on falling into the pillows and not moving for a week.
He doesn’t get any further than the door however, because a pair of gentle hands wind their way around his neck and a pair of even gentler lips are pressing against his. Minseok can’t help but get lost in the kiss, sighing and sucking on the other’s bottom lip. The soft grip of fingers on his hips snaps Minseok back to reality, and he breaks away from the other, looking at him quizzically.
Yixing smiles wide and gestures to the mistletoe that’s been hung in the doorway of Minseok’s room, and gives him a quick peck on the cheek, before silently slipping past Minseok and down the hall.
“Is that something I should be concerned about?”
Minseok blinks before peering into the room and over at Lu Han, who is currently lounging on the bed in a very not concealing bathrobe, looking amused, eyebrows raised in mild shock. Minseok just shakes his head, making a distressed noise and flopping down on the bed next to Lu Han's.
Day 3
The third time it happens it happens Minseok is leaving the practice room late at night, having stayed behind after the others to perfect his solo dance for the next leg of the tour. This time he sees the mistletoe before walking under it, and he pauses, glancing around, trying to find whoever it is that’s going to invade his personal space today.
He startles forward when someone gives him a light push, ending up directly under the hanging plant. He turns to snap at the perpetrator, but his words catch in his throat because Jongdae looks kind of creepy in the half lit room, cheshire cat grin aimed at him.
“Hi hyung!” Jongdae singsongs at him and steps forward, grinning becoming predatory, smashing their mouths together in a rough kiss, filled with a passion that Minseok didn’t know Jongdae had, and he pulls back, panting after a minute, face flushed, lips swollen, and hair a mess. Jongdae licks his lips, and runs a hand through Minseok’s bangs, in a half-hearted attempt at smoothing them down.
“Wanna walk back to the dorm together?”
Day 4
Minseok has begun walking around warily, glancing up at the ceiling every once in a while, in search of the mistletoe that has successfully made the last few days very confusing (and kind of exciting).
It’s in a moment of weakness that he gets trapped by not one, but two members this time, Zitao dangling a ribbon tied stick of Mistletoe over his head, and Baekhyun ducking under it to meet him underneath, giving him a rushed, nervous peck on the lips, awkwardly bumping their noses together, before grabbing the mistletoe from Zitao to hold over Minseok’s head.
Minseok blushes when Zitao swoops down to kiss him, fingers curling around Minseok’s shoulders, as he licks his way into his mouth, softer, and gentler than Minseok expects. When Zitao pulls back he’s giggling, and continues to giggle even while Baekhyun is dragging him out of the room, leaving a bewildered Minseok standing by the sofa gaping at the space they had just occupied.
He makes eye contact with Lu Han, who is leaning against the couch, with his knees to his chest surveying the situation with a single raised eyebrow, sipping a martini.
“Where the hell did you even get a martini?” Minseok asks incredulously, sinking down beside him, and plucking the drink out of his hands.
Day 5.
When Kyungsoo pushes him onto his back onto the sofa and looks at him with wide, dark eyes, Minseok glances up to the see the mistletoe and sighs, taking the initiative and leaning forward to kiss the owlish boy, presently surprised at how nice Kyungsoo’s lips feel, full and soft, perfect for biting.
And that’s what he does, nipping and tugging at Kyungsoo’s bottom lip, swiping his tongue out to ask permission before plunging his tongue into the other’s mouth, letting his hands wander, creeping under Kyungsoo’s shirt. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts the two from getting too into it, and Minseok glances over to find the owner of the noise and smiles sheepishly at Lu Han, who is standing over them with his arms crossed, looking unpleased.
Kyungsoo sits up, straddling Minseok and points to the mistletoe, shrugging, and heads towards the kitchen, ruffling Lu Han’s hair as he walks by, causing the other to bristle like an angry cat. Minseok allows Lu Han to wrap his delicate fingers around his wrist and pull him off.
Day 6.
Minseok has lost count of which members have kissed him and which haven’t, and by the 6th day he’s sure that nothing can surprise him anymore.
He’s proved wrong when a mistletoe plant literally lands on his head, followed by a muffled “shit” and suddenly Minseok’s got a face full of Chanyeol, holding the mistletoe above his head with one hand and holding Minseok in place with the other.
“Boo Hyung!” The tall boy chirps cheerfully, and he kisses Minseok so hard that the shorter male is left completely breathless, slumping into a couch cushion and groaning, overwhelmed by all the attention he’s getting.
Lu Han sits down beside him, putting a protective hand on his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the now guffawing Chanyeol.
Day 7
The seventh time Minseok gets kissed, it’s by Joonmyun. Joonmyun chooses to walk up to him and ask Minseok to follow him back to his room for a talk. Minseok follows obediently, finding no reason to be suspicious of his leader asking to talk. He just hopes he isn’t going to get reprimanded for this mistletoe game the members seem to be playing with him.
Instead of scolding him though, Joonmyun stops in the doorway and coughs, hesitating, and Minseok, realizing what’s going on steps forward and playfully hugs his leader.
“You gonna kiss me?” Minseok’s voice is cheeky and daring, and Joonmyun leans forward to give him a shy, innocent kiss, turning bright red and slamming his door in Minseok’s face.
Minseok chuckles lightly, and returns to the living room to finish the movie he and Lu Han had been watching.
Day 8
Minseok is walking to the kitchen to get his morning coffee, drained and tired. He’s usually the only one up at this time, so the last thing he expects is to run face first into a chest, and he teeters backwards, squeaking slightly. Looking up at the tall maknae who has him trapped in the doorway, Minseok unconciously licks his lips. He’d be lying if he says he hasn’t been waiting for this one, secretly excited at the thrill of making out with the good-looking boy.
“Morning hyung~” Sehun is smiling, eyes turning into crescents, and he gestures towards the kitchen.
“I already started the coffee, so you just worry about me okay?”
Minseok doesn’t get any warning when Sehun tosses aside the mistletoe he’s been holding, and attacks Minseok, pinning him to the wall, arms on either side of the older man’s head. Minseok tilts his head to one side, smirking at Sehun and reaches out a finger, brushing it across Sehun’s lips. The dorm is quiet, aside from the light snoring that can be heard from somewhere in the direction of Jongin and Kyungsoo’s room, and Minseok’s voice, though barely above a whisper is heard crystal clear.
“So, are you going to kiss me Sehun-ah?”
Sehun wastes no time diving in, and Minseok finds his hands fisted into Sehun’s shirt as he kisses the air out of Minseok’s lungs, fingers skittering along his jaw to hold face at the right angle. Sehun is young and over eager, and his kisses are sloppy, and Minseok laughs into his mouth, cupping his cheeks.
It’s when Sehun rolls his hips that Minseok puts a stop to their little show, ducking out from under Sehun’s arms and patting the younger boy’s erection, still laughing.
“You’re going to have to take care of that yourself kiddo.” Minseok giggles, and heads into the kitchen to make breakfast.
When Lu Han finds Minseok smiling into his coffee an hour later, he frowns a little, but is quickly sated and smiling when Minseok puts a fresh cup of coffee in front of him and kisses him on the nose.
Day 9.
Minseok has kissed everybody now. He’s counted on his fingers, and has now concluded that there isn’t a single member of this dumb group who hasn’t gotten a taste of their dage.
He goes about his day sleepily, dozing in and out, and collapsing into nearly every chair and cushioned surface.
Jongdae tells him he’s pathetic and should go take a nap because it’s their day off, and Minseok pouts. He hates feeling unproductive, but he relents, and drags himself into his room.
There’s a mistletoe plant hanging above his bed, and Minseok snorts because he fucking would. He ignores the plant and falls asleep almost immediately.
Minseok awakes to pressure on his stomach, and soft lips touching his own. The action is is familiar, and he knows these lips well, knows the feel of long fingers tracing patterns over his abdomen, meandering and natural.
Minseok doesn’t open his eyes right away, choosing instead to ease into the kiss, sighing and opening his mouth, allowing a warm tongue entrance. They kiss slowly, languid and un rushed, and Minseok only realizes something is wrong when he tries to reach up an arm to sift through hair, and can’t move.
Minseok’s eyes shoot open, and he struggles a little against his restraints, two silky ties trapping his arms above his head. He glares at the man hovering over him and sputters indignantly.
“Lu Han why am I tied to my own bed?”
Lu Han giggles, low and breathy, and waves up above him. “It’s my turn to have you under the mistletoe boazi, and I want to have some fun.”
Minseok opens him mouth to protest but Lu Han grinds his hips down into Minseok’s and he gasps out loud instead, because fuck he just woke up and he’s sensitive and groggy. Lu Han’s mouth is attached to his neck, licking and biting and Minseok decides that maybe being tied to a bed isn’t that awful after all, when he thinks of something, and gives Lu Han’s hair a look.
“Lu Han” He breathes out, voice sounding faint and lust tinged, and Lu Han looks up innocently, eyes sparkling, and nose crinkling.
“Yes darling?”
“Was this whole thing your idea?”
Lu Han pauses, and averts his gaze away from Minseok, biting his lip in guilt, and Minseok rolls his eyes, relaxing into the pillows, hooking his legs around his boyfriend’s waist.
“Why are you so jealous then?” Minseok continues, and he knows he’s caught Lu Han, because Lu Han squeaks a little, and Minseok knows Lu Han never acts like he is right now unless he’s feeling possessive.
“They went too far.” Lu Han mumbles, mouth curved downwards into an angry pout. “They were only supposed to get one little kiss each and they took advantage but you’re mine, and they can’t have you.”
Minseok laughs softly, and shakes his head at Lu Han.
“You’re stupid. They can never have me. I belong to you. Now untie me so we can properly enjoy this mistletoe.”
Lu Han remorsefully undoes the ties encircling Minseok’s wrists, and Minseok pulls the boy down on top of him, whispering words of love in his ear.
What they don’t know is that Sehun has been listening outside the door the whole time, mouth set in a straight line, eyebrows furrowed, wondering if they’d ever consider letting him join them one day for a possible threesome.