Stray Kids Oneshots

★Addicted★ (minsung)

Ship: minsung

The room was a flurry of movement, a whirlwind of passion. Jisung and Minho danced together, their bodies intertwined as if they were one. Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss that seemed to consume them both. It was as if the air around them crackled with desire, electricity sparking at every touch, every breath. The music throbbed, driving them onward, urging them to lose themselves in the moment. And then, without warning, they were on the bed, tearing at each other's clothes, their need for each other palpable, overwhelming.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Jisung gripped Minho's hips possessively, pulling him closer as he ground their erections together. Minho arched his back, crying out, his fingernails digging into Jisung's shoulders. Their mouths sought each other out again and again, tongues tangling in a desperate dance of desire.

As the music reached its climax, so did they. Jisung bit down on his lip, feeling the familiar tightness in his chest as his release coursed through him. He looked down at Minho, watching the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he came, the sheen of sweat on his skin. It was a beautiful, intimate moment, despite the almost animalistic way they'd been fucking.

Minho collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Jisung leaned over him, their sweaty bodies still connected, and kissed him tenderly. "You okay?" he whispered, brushing a stray hair from Minho's forehead.

Minho nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yeah... just... wow." He smiled up at Jisung, feeling a warmth spread through his entire body. They lay together like that for a moment, catching their breath, before Minho sat up and reached for a glass of water on the nightstand. He took a long drink, then offered it to Jisung.

Jisung took the glass gratefully and drank as well. As they both caught their breath, they couldn't help but laugh, the afterglow making everything seem just a little bit funnier. "I can't believe we're addicted to this," Jisung said between giggles.

Minho shrugged, running a finger along Jisung's bare chest. "I don't want to stop," he confessed, looking into Jisung's eyes. "I mean, I know it's not healthy or whatever, but... I don't want to stop feeling this way."

Jisung traced Minho's lips with his index finger, feeling the softness of his skin against his fingertip. "Me neither," he admitted, then leaned in to kiss Minho tenderly. Their kiss deepened, and they found themselves tangled together once more, rolling onto their sides.

As they made out, Jisung felt Minho's hand slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, and he gasped as his boyfriend's fingers found his entrance. "Shit..." he moaned, arching into the touch. Minho smiled against his lips, his hips moving rhythmically as he fingered Jisung. It didn't take long for Jisung to lose control, his body tensing and releasing around Minho's fingers in a series of small orgasms.

When they finally broke apart for air, Minho smiled at Jisung, his eyes bright with desire. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, running his fingers through Jisung's sweat-damp hair. Jisung blushed, feeling a rush of warmth spread through his chest. He reached down and gently stroked Minho's erection, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from his boyfriend. "You're not so bad yourself," he breathed, kissing Minho's neck.

They lay together in a tangled heap on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. The music had long since faded away, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets. Minho nibbled on Jisung's earlobe, his hips moving in time with Jisung's hand as he stroked him.

"I love how you feel in my hand," Jisung murmured, his fingers finding just the right rhythm to drive Minho wild. "I could stay like this forever." He glanced down at their entwined bodies, taking in the sight of Minho's erection, slick with his own precum, as it throbbed against his hand.

Minho arched his back, his hips bucking up into Jisung's touch. "Oh, fuck, Jisung..." he moaned, his eyes falling shut as the pleasure built inside him. His fingers dug into Jisung's shoulders, urging him on, and Jisung could feel his boyfriend's orgasm approaching.

He quickened his pace, stroking Minho's length with expert precision, as if he'd been born to do this. Minho's back arched even further, his body tense with anticipation, and then he let out a long, shuddering groan, his seed spilling onto their stomachs and chests. Jisung held him tightly, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm vibrate through Minho's body.

They lay together for a moment, catching their breath, before Minho rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand and looking at Jisung. "I can't believe we just did that like ten times," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's like we're addicted."

Jisung laughed softly, tracing a finger along Minho's jaw. "I know. But I don't want it to stop." He paused, searching for the words to express what he was feeling. "It's like... every time we do this, it feels like we're escaping from something. From reality, I mean. And I don't ever want that feeling to go away."

Minho smiled, his eyes meeting Jisung's. "I know exactly what you mean. This feels like our little secret, doesn't it? Our safe place." He leaned in, their lips barely touching. "And as long as we have each other, we'll never be alone."

Jisung felt a warmth spread through his chest at Minho's words. They made him feel so loved and wanted, and he couldn't help but return the feeling tenfold. He wrapped his arms around Minho, pulling him close, their bodies still slick with sweat and each other's essence. "I love you, Minho," he whispered, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. "I don't ever want to be without you."

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