Han Jisung Oneshots (bxb)💖

🔥Eyes on you🔥 (Minho)

Context~ Minho is Han's dance instructor and sees him struggling with a part of the routine.

Genre: pretty spicy
Tw: making out and heavy grinding

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-3rd person-

Minho had been a dance instructor for years, his passion for dance and his perfect rhythm made him the best teacher.

Every day, he poured his heart into teaching, watching his students grow more confident with each step. Among his regulars was Han, a quiet but dedicated student who had been attending his classes for months.

Han was reserved, often staying in the back of the class, but Minho had noticed his progress. There was a grace to Han's movements, a silent determination that Minho admired.

Over time, Minho found himself looking forward to seeing Han's shy smile and subtle nod of greeting.

One afternoon, the studio was emptier than usual. Minho had just finished a particularly intense class, and most of the students had left. Han, however, stayed behind, practicing a complicated routine he had been struggling with.

"Hey, Han," Minho called out, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Need some help?"

Han looked up, slightly startled, but then nodded. "Yeah, I just can't seem to get this part right."

Minho walked over, his steps light and slow. "Show me where you're having trouble."

Han demonstrated the routine, his movements faltering at a particular spin. Minho watched intently, then placed his hands gently on Han's shoulders.

"Your balance is off because your core isn't engaged enough. Try it like this." Minho said.

With Minho's guidance, Han repeated the move, this time with more confidence. As he spun, Minho kept his hands on Han's waist, steadying him. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies close.

"That's it," Minho whispered, his breath warm against Han's ear. "You've got it."

Han turned to face Minho, their eyes locking. There was a moment of silence, the air thick with unspoken words.

Minho's heart raced as he realized how close they were, how much he had come to care for Han.

"Minho," Han began, his voice trembling slightly. "I... I think I..."

Before he could finish, Minho leaned in, his lips brushing against Han's in a soft, tentative kiss.

Han's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Minho, deepening the kiss.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Minho admitted, his cheeks flushed.

Han smiled, his eyes shining. "Me too."

Minho brought his hand up to Han's face and kissed him rougher. The kiss slowly grew with hunger and need, Minho's hands travelled all over Hans's body, whilst Han still had his arms around Minhos neck.

Minho brought his hands down to Han's thighs and swiftly picked Han up, Han's leg wrapped around Minho's waist, his hand going into the older hair.

Minho carried Han over to a couch in the studio, sitting down, still making out with the boy sitting in his lap.

Minho lightly bit down against Han's bottom lip, Han gasped and allowed Minho to enter his mouth, giving Minho full dominance. Their make-out couldn't have been filled with more lust and desire.

Han pulled apart from the kiss to catch his breath. Minho couldn't believe how amazing Han looked. His face was all red, his hair a little messy and sticking to his forehead. The man looked whipped.

After they quickly caught their breath, they went right back into it, this time however, Han subconsciously grinded down onto Minho, gasping into the kiss as he realized what he had just done.

Minho groaned and rested his hands on Han's hips, holding him with a bit of force, he then moved Han's hips against himself, making Han grind into his growing problem once more. Han let out a whine in the kiss and pulled away to catch his breath again.

Minho let a devilish smirk appear on his lips and he looked at Han, and then move his hips once more, this time he used his hips to thrust against Han's ass. Han let a light moan slip out, and he threw his head back.

Han then started to grind down on Minho's bulge. Minho groaned and began to sync up with Hans's movement, trying to get any friction he could.

Han began to whine and moan more as Minho fed into it, he sped up, kissed Hans's neck, and grabbed his ass, he was doing whatever he could to hear Hans's beautiful noises.

"H-Hyung...We can't here!" Han said in a low whisper, trying to suppress any more noise from coming out of his mouth.

"Mmmm...And why is that baby? Hm? We have the place to ourselves." Minho said giving Han a look that sent shivers down his spine.

"Hyunggg, can we just go b-back to yours?" Han said whining. Minho smiled and couldn't help but give in to Han's request.

They left the studio and went to Minho's apartment, where they had quite a long night.