minsung oneshots

early🌶️💕

something short while i get myself together

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Jisung had gotten really used to being home alone.

He hated it at first, but after a while, he found it really peaceful. He could do what he wanted, wear what he wanted, and just live on his own time. Not that when Minho was home he wasn't allowed to, but it was different. 

Like if he wanted, he could eat food straight from the box, a habit of his that drove Minho insane. Or he could walk around with a shirt or without pants or both if he felt like it.  Minho didn't mind that one too much.

But at 5pm, when Minho came home, Jisung always put on a shirt before greeting Minho so that they could converse before one of them got too antsy and they ended up tangled in the sheets. That had happened one to many times and it quickly became a problem.

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Minho was exhausted and all he really wanted to do was go home. He looked at the clock that read just past 3. Two hours until he was off. He stared at the papers sitting on his desk then at his phone which was a picture of him and Jisung on their anniversary. 

And the longing grew, to be home, wrapped in Jisung's arms, not worrying about paperwork and other random shit. Then he realized that he could do that. What was stopping him from leaving work early? He was literally the boss. 

So Minho packed up his papers and left the building, entrusting the remainder to the day to his secretary and the COO. He drove home with a smile on his face, thinking about Jisung's reaction to his early arrival.

Minho opened the door, but didn't see Jisung anywhere, so he assumed that he was asleep or something in their bedroom. Minho set all his stuff on the table and made his way to his room where Jisung was. 

And damn was he there. Shirtless. Laying on his stomach, blissfully unaware of the fact that his had become the target of his fiancé's enthusiasms. Jisung giggled at a video on his phone as Minho silent walked into the room, getting closer to the bed.

Wordlessly, Minho pressed a soft kiss to Jisung's muscular back. Jisung gasp and flipped over, but relief filled his eyes when he realized it was just Minho, not some creep who had snuck in. "Minho! What the hell?"

"Sorry baby, I couldn't help myself," Minho responded, smiling as he kissed Jisung's shoulder, "You're just so beautiful." Another kiss.

"Liar. Why are you home so early?" Jisung questioned, trying to ignore the burning desire in his skin that mirrored the blatant look in Minho's eyes. "I missed you," Minho replied softly, proceeding to cut off anything else Jisung was going to say with his lips.

As he pulled back, Minho gently tugging on Jisung's bottom lip, "Lay back down, baby."

Jisung thought about arguing, but ultimately the curiosity took the best of him so reluctantly, he laid back down on his stomach. He sucked in a breath as he felt Minho's tongue drag across the expanse of his back.

"Minho..."

"Shh, just relax. I'll make you feel good, I promise." Minho trailed his fingers down the length of his fiancé's spine, "You have a birthmark right here," he said, circling an area on Jisung's lower back and then pressing a kiss on top of it.

"And a scratch right here. What's that from?" Jisung buried his head in the pillows after hearing the question, "Its a long story," he sighed. Minho chuckled a little and crawled up the bed to lay in front of Jisung, "I've got time," he smiled, knowing that Jisung had done something stupid in order to receive the red mark.

"Well I don't want to tell," Jisung replied, pulling at the buttons on Minho's shirt, "I want you to take this off." Minho just smirked, "I want you to take it off for me."

Jisung rolled his eyes, but did begin to unbutton Minho's shirt and pull it off of his body in a slow teasing manner. "So, why are you here?"  he asked, untucking Minho's undershirt from his pants, "You never come home early, especially this early." Minho ran his fingers through Jisung's hair, not breaking eye contact, "I already told you.  I missed you." Jisung nodded, "Mhm. What about me did you miss? The correct answer is my personality."

Minho laughed and pressed a kiss to Jisung's lips, "That is definitely the number one answer. But I missed your touch, your voice, your lips. Everything." Jisung gently poked at Minho's lips with his finger, "That's kinda vague."

The older flipped their position so that he was hovering over his fiancé, "I missed the way your voice scratches when you say my name. And the way your fingers dig into my arms when I-"

"OK! I get the idea!" Jisung interrupted, putting his hand over Minho's mouth to stop him from saying anything else that would keep him up that night... in a bad way. Minho took that as in invitation to slip one of Jisung's fingers in his mouth, biting down, gently though.

"You're a freak, Lee Minho." Jisung retorted, pulling his had away but was blushing red. "Oh really? I'm the freak?" He then proceeded to pull of the undershirt revealing the varying shades of purple and red marks covering his chest. Jisung turned a deeper shade of red, "Listen..."

Minho raised his brow, waiting for Jisung's defense, "Well?" 

"Nothing. I've got nothing." Jisung touched one to the marks, "It looks pretty on you. And once it fades, I'll do it again. Just for you, baby." It was Minho's turn to turn a cute shade of pink, "I guess we'll just have to start right now so they never go away, huh?"

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i normally post something on my birthday with was 5 DAYS AGO but i've been BUSY. school is draining every ounce of creativity out of me and i have honestly been staring at blank pages wondering if i should even continue this any more

but hopefully i can work something out in my brain so i can get back to normal  (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)