Stray Kids Oneshots

★ 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓽 pt.2 ★ (minsung)

Words: 5879
Ship: minsung
Consists of: Rough-ish smex, kisses, slight mention of sub space, 3-ish rounds and fluff...

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At precisely 8 PM, he found himself standing in front of the apartment complex, his heart racing like a caged animal. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the hallway. The door swung open, revealing Minho dressed in nothing but a pair of black silk pajama bottoms, his chest bare and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The sight made Jisung's knees weak, his mouth going dry.

Minho stepped aside, gesturing for Jisung to enter with a knowing smile. The apartment was dimly lit, the scent of incense and a faint hint of Minho's cologne wafting through the air. Jisung's eyes took in the sleek modern furniture and the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that lined the walls. It was the epitome of sophistication, a stark contrast to the messy dorm room he called home.

"Make yourself comfortable," Minho said, his voice low and inviting. "Would you like a drink?"

Jisung nodded, his eyes unable to leave the professor's bare chest. He followed Minho into the living room, where a bottle of wine and two glasses were already set on the coffee table. The couch looked plush and inviting, and he sat down, trying to calm his racing heart.

Minho poured the wine, his movements smooth and deliberate. He handed a glass to Jisung, their fingers brushing against each other's in a way that was anything but casual. Jisung took a sip, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through him, loosening his nerves slightly.

"So," Minho began, taking a seat beside him on the couch. He leaned back, his hand brushing against Jisung's thigh. "What do you think of my place?"

Jisung took another sip of wine, trying to focus on anything but the heat of Minho's skin so close to his own. "It's... it's beautiful," he managed to say, his voice wavering slightly. "Better than my dorm by far." He added, lightly joking.

Minho chuckled, his hand sliding further up Jisung's thigh. "I'm sure it is. But let's talk about something else." His eyes grew more intense, his voice dropping to a whisper. "About us."

Jisung felt a shiver run through him, the reality of the situation setting in. He took another sip of wine, trying to steady his shaking hand. "Us?"

Minho's smile grew, his eyes never leaving Jisung's. "Yes, us. What happens between us here is ours, and ours alone. It's a different kind of education, wouldn't you say?"

Jisung swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down to the hand on his thigh. The warmth of it was like a brand, searing through the fabric of his pants. "I-I guess so," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minho's hand moved higher, his thumb tracing circles on the sensitive skin just above his knee. "I've been thinking about this for a long time," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Every time you stared at me in class, every time you blushed when I called on you." His fingers inched closer to the apex of Jisung's thighs, making the younger man's breath hitch. "I knew you wanted this."

Jisung couldn't deny it; the evidence was clear in the way his body responded to the professor's touch. He felt his cock twitch, already beginning to harden again. "I-I didn't think you noticed," he admitted, his voice shaky.

Minho leaned closer, his breath warm against Jisung's ear. "Oh, I noticed," he murmured. "And I've been dying to do something about it." His hand slid even higher, his fingers brushing against the bulge in Jisung's pants. "Do you want me to show you how much I've been thinking about you?"

Jisung's heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He nodded, unable to form coherent words. The professor's hand moved away, and for a moment, Jisung felt a pang of disappointment. But then Minho stood, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. "Good," he said, his voice firm. "Follow me."