Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

Are harder to hide than I thought

The night ended in Jisung sat on the countertop, Minho kneeling between his legs and hands rubbing his thighs over his sweats.

"Let me eat you out" Minho panted, still tired from practicing but unbearably horny after all the affection between the two in the dance.

"p-please" Jisung pleaded, spreading his legs more.

Minho took initiative and pulled Jisung's sweats down.

He caressed his semi hard dick over his boxers before removing those too, chucking them on the kitchen floor.

As Minho got closer to his crotch, Jisung shuffled backwards.

"w-wait- what if I embarass myself?" Jisung worried, mumbling barely above a whisper while covering his lower face with his hands.

"you won't sweets, and if you do we'll deal with it okay?" Minho reassured, the nickname rolling off his tongue as if it was nothing and making Jisung feel funny.

"touch me" he suddenly whined, dick straining on his stomach.

"okay okay, fucking relax though" Minho demanded, spreading his thighs further to give him better access to Jisung's hole.

He stuck out his tongue, poking at his rim and making Jisung wriggle and whine with the odd new feeling of the warm wet muscle on him.

Jisung put his feet on the edge of the counter, spread apart and hole on full display for Minho.

"fuck, you look so pretty sung" Minho complimented, pulling away to watch Jisung's hole flutter.

He went back down, prodding his tongue past the ring of muscle and fucking his hole with his tongue making Jisung a complete mess.

"'s sensitive" he whined, leaning his head back on the cabinet and pushing his hips forward to smother Minho's face.

Minho hummed on his hole, sending vibrations through his body that made him twitch in ecstasy.

One hand held the back of his thigh and the other came up to feebly stroke his dick, knowing it must be achingly hard by now.

"M-min if you don't stop I'm... I'm gonna c-cum already" Jisung choked out embarrassed, eyes welling up with tears half because of how sweet Minho was treating him and half from the immense pleasure he was feeling.

Minho felt his heart race at the seemingly meaningless nickname, stroking Jisung faster and eating out his hole so intensely.

Jisung's legs shook as he couldn't take it anymore, letting out a prolonged whine as he spilled prematurely onto his tummy and all down Minho's fingers, biting his own finger to calm himself down.

He pressed his hips into Minho's face once again at his last spurt of cum, sighing shakily through his nose as he slumped on the counter.

"you made such a mess" Minho observed, grabbing a random tea towel to clean his hand and Jisung's tummy.

"that felt s' good" Jisung admitted, so so shy.

"that's the whole point. Now let's get you to bed" Minho finalised, collecting Jisung and plopping him on the floor, watching him pull up his pajama pants and then following behind him up the stairs like a lost puppy.

He followed him all the way to Minho's room, standing in the doorway when Minho walked in and lay on the bed.

"do you need me to show you to the spare room?" Minho tutted, already ready to get up and do so.

"no." he protested, not moving an inch.

"no?" Minho halted his actions, remaining on his bed.

"want to sleep in here" he mumbled, looking down and fidling with his fingers.

"fine" Minho drawled out, rolling his eyes but opening the covers for Jisung nonetheless.

"yay" Jisung cheered smally, flopping in the bed clumsily and letting Minho throw the duvet over his little body.

Without a goodnight, Minho turned over in his bed and switched off his lamp, deep in thought.

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It had been almost 3 hours of Jisung just rolling around in the bed, Minho having fallen asleep ages ago but Jisung couldn't seem to do so.

He huffed and puffed, pouting as he was ready to cry with how frustrated it was making him.

He sat up in the bed, leaning back on the headboard and rubbing his hands over his face, trying to calm himself down, but he just couldn't.

He had gotten himself so worked up thinking about pointless things, overthinking about how he couldn't fall asleep causing him to actually be unable to fall asleep.

He whimpered sadly as small tears started to blur his vision, trailing down his soft cheeks and reddening his face with his sadness.

He looked over to Minho's sleeping figure, debating on whether or not to wake him up and ask for help but being too scared he will bother him and make him angry.

This only worsened the situation, his anxiety setting in and an intense wave of feeling trapped crashing into him making him cry harder.

He wept into his hands, trying to be quiet to not wake Minho up. His whole body shook and he started to feel a little nauseous, desperate to go home or at least outside for some fresh air.

Minho turned over in his sleep, now facing Jisung but still being fast asleep.

Deciding he couldn't take it anymore, he shakily spoke up.

"m-minho, are you awake?" he sobbed, sniffling sounding like an abandoned puppy.

Naturally, there was no response from Minho, Jisung's pleads being too quiet to wake him up from his deep slumber.

His tears kept falling as he gently poked at Minho, repeating his name a few times until the older boy stirred.

"what?" The older boy grumbled in an annoyed and sleepy tone.

All Jisung did was cry in response, feeling like he already made him mad for waking him up.

Minho pushed himself up with his elbow, hastily turning on the lamp before looking at Jisung's broken state.

"oh my god, what's wrong? did you have a nightmare? because you know those aren't real right?" Minho rushed out, voice still groggy.

"can't sleep" Jisung sobbed sadly, his hands shaking beside him. "have anxiety"

Minho scooted closer, opening his arms and letting Jisung droop into him, securing him in his embrace.

"It's okay" Minho flattened down Jisung's messy hair, feeling the boy still crying and shaking beneath him and getting his shirt all wet.

"you need to calm down" Minho ordered, shushing his whimpers.

After a couple of minutes he managed to stop crying, but still felt dizzy with anxiety.

Minho made no attempt at moving, content at making sure Jisung was fully okay before he went back to sleep.

"c-can you hold me... til I sleep?" Jisung asked, clinging onto Minho's shirt as if it would stop him from going away.

Minho looked over to his clock, the time reading 3:42am.

"okay" he sighed, knowing he should really be asleep but something told him to help the poor boy in his arms.

"thankies" he heard Jisung mumble into the fabric of his shirt, still upset.

Something about that little word almost made Minho smile, but he refrained, he wouldn't lose his defence he took so long building up just for some random boy he happened to come across.

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A/N: Jesus Christ *sobs*
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