Want so bad (Ms)

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Third person pov

"I’m here. Always, Sung," Minho murmured, pulling Jisung in for another kiss, his lips brushing softly against the omega's. It was a moment of shared warmth, a promise that settled between them.

But their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted. "Oh my God!" a voice shouted from the doorway, causing both Minho and Jisung to jerk apart in shock.

They turned to see Felix and Hyunjin standing there, eyes wide. Minho’s face turned crimson, and he couldn’t help but yell, "Felix?! Hyunjin?! Don’t you guys know how to knock before entering?"

Jisung stood slightly behind Minho, clutching his arms in surprise, his cheeks flushed.

Hyunjin shrugged casually, an amused smirk on his face. "How were we supposed to know you were making out with your mate?" He plopped down onto the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Felix looked over at Hyunjin, concern creeping into his expression. "Hyun, I think we should leave them alone for a bit. Let them have their time," he suggested quietly.

But Hyunjin waved him off. "No, Lix. I’m tired. As I said, I’m going to sleep here. And if you two want to, you know… do it, please keep it in your room!"

"We are not doing that!" Minho yelled after Hyunjin, who simply stuck his tongue out before disappearing into Felix’s room.

"Hmm… I’m heading out, hyung. Sorry for interrupting your sweet moment," Felix teased with a playful grin as he followed Hyunjin, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

Minho rolled his eyes, muttering, "These guys…" He was about to follow Felix when he felt a gentle tug on his shirt. He turned to find Jisung standing there, his face flushed bright red.

"Minho," Jisung let out in a low breath, his hands gripping Minho’s shirt tightly. The vulnerability in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Jisung, are you okay?" Minho asked, concern washing over him.

"Of course not, you idiot! I’m so embarrassed right now!" Jisung scolded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minho couldn’t help but tease. "Is this the same Jisung who doesn’t hesitate to touch himself when we’re in the car?"

Jisung’s cheeks deepened in color as he shot Minho a glare. "Shut up! I was in my heat at that moment!" he yelled, and without warning, he punched Minho lightly in the tummy.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Minho yelped, pretending to be wounded.

Jisung smirked, sticking his tongue out playfully. "That’s your punishment for being a pervert!" He darted towards Minho’s room, laughter bubbling in his throat.

"You little brat," Minho muttered, his eyes glinting with mischief as he chased after Jisung.

Jisung darted into Minho’s room, trying to close the door behind him, but Minho was faster, slipping through just in time. The omega’s giggles filled the room as he backed away, taking a few cautious steps.

"You think you can get away after calling me a pervert?" Minho asked, slowly advancing, his smirk widening.

Jisung stuck out his tongue defiantly. "Well, what are you, then?"

Minho’s smirk deepened, and in a swift motion, he pushed Jisung back onto the bed, straddling his thighs before he could protest.

"Minho! What are you doing?" Jisung stammered, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red, his heartbeat quickening.

"Punishing you," Minho replied with a wicked grin. Without warning, he began to tickle Jisung mercilessly, his fingers dancing over his sides.

Jisung burst into laughter, squirming beneath him as he tried to escape. "No! Stop, Minho!" he managed between gasping laughs, tears of laughter gathering in the corners of his eyes.

Minho only laughed, relishing the sight of Jisung’s joy. "Oh, now you want mercy?" he teased, his fingers continuing their relentless assault.

Minho tickled the omega until he was breathless, Jisung’s laughter spilling out in gasping breaths.

"I c-can’t… breathe, Minho!" Jisung managed to say, laughter still bubbling up.

Finally, Minho stopped, both of them dissolving into laughter, the sound filling the room. But as the laughter faded, they became acutely aware of their position, the warmth between them palpable.

Minho swallowed, his gaze fixed on Jisung’s flushed face, and leaned in for a kiss—one that was eagerly granted. Unlike their previous gentle kiss, this one was rough, filled with unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. Minho’s hand slipped beneath Jisung’s shirt, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin of his stomach.

"Minho…" Jisung whimpered softly, his voice laced with both nervousness and anticipation.

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