The Familiar Devil || Minsung

Part 10: Bound by Fate

We got kind of smut train here 🚂. But I'm here for it. You can just skip if you're uncomfortable.
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As they made their way back to the castle, the tension in the air was palpable. Jisung's conversation with his parents had left him feeling raw, exposed in ways he hadn't anticipated. Minho walked beside him in silence, offering a quiet comfort as they returned to the dark, familiar walls of the castle. It felt safe here—safer than he ever thought a demon's realm could feel.

When they reached Minho's room, the familiar space felt different, heavier with unspoken words. They sat on the edge of the bed, neither saying anything at first. Jisung's mind raced, still turning over his conversation from earlier, the weight of his family's expectations and the reality of his strange, growing connection to Minho pressing on him.

Minho broke the silence. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Jisung's fingers clenched around the fabric of his pants, his thoughts spiraling, but no words came. Instead, he glanced up at Minho, catching the warmth in his dark eyes, the quiet concern hidden beneath his usual stoic expression.

Without a second thought, Jisung moved. He threw himself at Minho, his lips colliding with Minho's in a rush of frustration, desperation, and something deeper. The kiss was wild, unrestrained, as though Jisung could pour all the emotions swirling inside him into this one act—into Minho.

Minho froze for a second, taken aback, but then his hands came up to grip Jisung's waist, steadying him as Jisung pressed harder, chasing the kiss as if it could make everything else disappear— which it did. Their lips moved in sync, the intensity rising with every passing moment. Jisung could feel the heat building between them, the pressure in his chest easing as his hands slid up Minho's shoulders, gripping him tightly.

Minho's grip tightened in response, his breath hitching as the kiss deepened. His control, always so firm, seemed to slip for just a moment as he guided Jisung onto his lap. Jisung could feel Minho smirking into the kiss, the shift in position sent a spark of something dangerous through Jisung, and he leaned into it, letting himself fall into the sensation, into Minho.

Jisung's breath came in short gasps when they finally broke apart. He stared down at Minho, the demon's lips swollen and eyes darkened with something unreadable but intense. Jisung's heart pounded as Minho's thumb traced the edge of his jawline, his touch both gentle and commanding.

"You're sure about this?" Minho's voice was a low rasp, his eyes searching Jisung's for any hesitation.

Jisung closed his eyes, his pulse racing with more than just adrenaline now. "Don't- don't ask questions, or I'm gonna change my mind."

Minho's eyes flashed with something almost predatory before his lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. He leaned forward, capturing Jisung's lips again, but this time the kiss was different—slower, more controlled. Jisung shivered as Minho's hands slid down his back, tugging him closer until there was no space left between them.

The kiss quickly became something more—a silent understanding that neither of them needed to voice. Jisung could feel the shift, the heat intensifying as Minho's grip tightened, the quiet dominance in his touch setting Jisung's skin alight.

Minho's hand moved to Jisung's wrist, pulling his arms behind his back with deliberate slowness, a silent question hanging in the air. Jisung's breath caught, and he bit his lip, anticipation curling low in his stomach. He could feel the shift in power between them, the way Minho took control without saying a word, and it made him tremble in the best way possible.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Minho whispered, his lips brushing against Jisung's ear, his voice a low command that sent shivers down Jisung's spine.

But Jisung didn't want to stop. Not now, not with the way Minho was looking at him—as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered. His heart raced, but there was no fear, only a desperate need to lose himself in Minho, to feel everything he'd been holding back.