★ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 ★

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Words: 2271
Ship: minsung
Consists of: daddy kink (Nah I'm just fuckin with you😭)

Established relationship, rough-ish sex, tears, begging, fluff (?)


Jisung sat at the edge of the bed, his heart racing as he slipped off his shoes. His legs swung gently, his socks sliding down the smooth wooden floor. He glanced around the dimly lit room, his eyes adjusting to the shadows. The apartment was still, almost eerily so, as if the very walls held their breath in anticipation. The air had the scent of their previous encounters, a heady mix of sweat, musk, and the faint hint of something sweet—perhaps a candle he thinks had burned out hours ago.

Minho emerged from the bathroom, his silhouette outlined by the soft light spilling from the cracked door. He moved with the confidence of a predator, his bare chest gleaming with a fine sheen of water. Jisung felt his breath hitch as Minho approached, the sound of the water droplets hitting the floor echoing through the silence. He couldn't help but admire the way Minho's muscles rippled with each step, a promise of the power and dominance that lay beneath his skin.

No matter how many times he'd seen his boyfriend naked, Jisung could never get used to it.

Minho leaned in, his breath warm against Jisung's neck. "Ready for me, pretty?" His voice was low, a deep rumble that sent shivers down Jisung's spine. Jisung nodded, his voice a mere whisper. "Always." The words seemed to hang in the air, thick with desire.

Minho's hand snaked around Jisung's waist, pulling him to his feet. He spun Jisung around, pressing him against the cool wall. Jisung's breath quickened as he felt Minho's fingers trace the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly to expose his stomach and that tiny waste that drove him mad. He squirmed, eager for more, his eyes fluttering closed. A chuckle rumbled from Minho's chest as he trailed his fingers upwards, grazing the sensitive skin just under Jisung's ribs. Jisung's knees weakened, and he had to lean into the wall for support.

With a swift tug, Minho yanked the shirt over Jisung's head, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The chill of the air-conditioned room kissed his bare skin, raising goosebumps that Minho's warm palms quickly erased as they roamed upwards to cup Jisung's chest. Jisung arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. He craved this feeling, the rough yet tender dominance that Minho exuded, the way he made him feel like the most precious thing in the world even as he was manhandled.

Minho stepped closer, his thigh pressing between Jisung's legs, and Jisung could feel the heat from his boyfriend's arousal. The pressure grew, and Jisung spread his legs wider, silently begging for more. Minho's hands moved to Jisung's shoulders, turning him around, then pushing him down until he was on his knees, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze. Jisung felt a thrill of excitement and a hint of fear—just the way he liked it. He knew what was coming next.

Minho unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering against the fabric of his pants. The sound was a siren's call to Jisung's senses, and his mouth watered. He knew he was about to be used, and he craved it. When Minho's pants dropped to the floor, Jisung wasted no time, reaching out to wrap his hands around the thick, hard length of his boyfriend's cock. The skin was hot and velvety, and he couldn't resist the urge to lick the tip. Minho's gasp spurred him on, and he took the cock into his mouth, savoring the taste of his lover's desire.

Minho's hands tangled in Jisung's hair, guiding him in a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisite. Jisung felt the familiar ache in his jaw but welcomed it, knowing it was the price of pleasure. He could feel the veins pulsing under his tongue, and the thought of bringing Minho to the brink was intoxicating. He moaned around the shaft, the vibrations sending shivers through Minho's body. The hand on the back of his head tightened, a silent demand for more. Jisung responded eagerly, taking Minho deeper, his throat stretching to accommodate his lover's size.

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