Sтяαωвєяяу JєƖƖу [Mιηѕυηg]

❖ Mιяяσяѕ ❖

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I try an update twice when I do smut cuz - well idk

but the next chapter is a smut as well so- I'm sorry 

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Minho couldn't go any farther than three steps without Jisung. He had made it clear that he didn't feel like being separated any more from then on and he was serious about it.

Wherever the older would go, Jisung was right behind him.

Which led to Minho taking the demon with him to work. It was going pretty well until Jisung started noticeably eye fucking him in the middle of his class.

Minho was monitoring his students in the front when his eyes flickered over to Jisung. His body language screamed for the male to come and share his space. When Jisung had realized he had his attention, he leant back against the small couch and felt down his front, lust clearly clouding over his eyes

He mouthed 'stop it' then turned his head away to try and keep his cheeks from heating up. Jisung watched Minho run through the steps with the students, licking over his lips.

Sweaty plus wet hair equals...a hard time for Jisung. In both ways if you know what I mean-

It was difficult for Minho to actually focus when he could pretty much feel Jisung undressing him with his eyes. Jisung made eye contact with the male, raising an eyebrow and dropping his hands lower.

Minho gasped - the sight of Jisung's fingers playing with his zipper was enough for him to end class. 

"Okay! Time to go! You're all dismissed for today."

He'd use the excuse that he didn't want his students to see Jisung when in actuality he just really wanted to be alone with the male already.

Minho waved the last student out then shut the door and flipped the lock. He kept his head down while he walked over to Jisung, throwing himself onto his lap with a pout on his face. 

"Why'd you do that?"

Jisung helped him into a better position, hands slipping underneath his loose shirt. "Can't help myself." Minho wrapped his arms around his neck, chewing on his bottom lip. 

"But I was teaching a class . You can't do th-hat!" Jisung brushed his thumb over his nipple, the smaller male shivering in his hold.

"Why not? You can't look like this and expect me to do nothing." The demon's hand gripped at Minho's thigh, leaning closer to kiss over his jaw.

Minho's hands clenched and unclenched "I-I but I look absolutely horrible. I've been sweating and I - uh!"

Jisung nipped at his skin, frowning from his words. "You look so tasty, don't second guess yourself like that in front of me."

His hand rested flat out over the rising tent in Minho's pants. "H-Hey! You're not defiling my s-studio." 

Jisung ignored him, rubbing the ball of his palm down against his erection. "But that's what I do best? If that's what you want though, tell me to stop and I will."

Minho let himself enjoy Jisung's hand movements for a few more seconds before tugging them back. "No...s-stop it, Sungie. Not now." 

Jisung shrugged in response, "no problem." As soon as he pulled away, Minho reached out to grab onto his wrists.