ADDICT | MINSUNG ✔️

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''if you don't cum starting now,'' minho started, gaining his boyfriend's attention. ''then i'll make you cum tomorrow night.''

''but i didn't do it yet today.'' jisung protested, the whining tone easily mixing into his voice.

''and i'm very proud of you for it,'' he praised. ''now let's make it a little longer. i won't even tease you or anything.''

jisung tapped his chin twice with his index finger, thinking about it. ''okay.''

minho patted the top of his head, the younger closing his eyes at the simple touch. ''sir will be so proud of you, will make sure your reward will be good.''

''no, that counts as teasing.'' jisung complained, trying to get a kiss so he could secretly deepen it when sexual fantasies subconsciously built in his mind only for minho to pull away.

the older tutted at him. ''none of that, pouty baby,'' he cooed. ''you'll get your treat.''

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it had been fine the first day, jisung just ignoring his thoughts when he went to sleep alone that night.

when he woke up the next morning, he didn't think of his promise. his only concern was the demanding erection between his legs that had been there for so long that it was starting to hurt.

he had ignored it for a while, just wanted to sleep to be honest, but then he rubbed his dick against his mattress just a little too much and his eyes snapped open with a shiver running along his spine.

the boy didn't even think twice before he desperately put his hand in his underwear and wrapped it around his cocklet, thrusting up into his hand and finally feeling some form of relief.

not long after, he was already making a mess of himself, spilling onto his stomach with small spurts and not even helping himself through his high because reality started to settle in.

rolling to the side, he took his phone in hand, opening his boyfriend's call and hearing the dial tone ring a few times while the first tear dripped down his hot skin.

''good morning, sweets.'' a lazy, roughened voice spoke, not helping to soothe his wild thoughts even the slightest.

''i'm so sorry,'' he immediately started apologising. ''pup's so sorry.''

''woah,'' the older said, some rustling of what he assumed to be minho sitting up sounding tinny through the device. ''what's wrong, baby sungie?''

and the way he spoke was so frustrating. like when a little kid tried to tell you something while they were crying so all that came out was weird inhales and exhales. ''was hard and not thinking so i came even though you told me not to.'' jisung stuttered.

''you came?'' minho asked, trying to confirm the parts he caught on to, smiling softly at the shy hum he got. ''i'm coming over, pup.''

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when jisung opened the door, he was still crying, tears pouring down his red face as he looked at his boyfriend and his shoulders shook.

he hadn't even bothered to put on pants, just having his shirt barely cover his lower length and stepping aside for minho to enter.

''oh baby,'' the older shushed, pulling him into a hug where jisung could only think about how easy it was to rut against his thigh and crying harder. ''you don't need to be so heartbroken.''

''but pup promised not to,'' jisung whined. ''was a bad pup, should be punished. should hit puppy in the face for being so bad.''

''silly pup,'' minho cooed, heart breaking at his boyfriend's words. ''how about sir takes care of you. pup didn't mean to, he really tried for sir, right?''

''no, didn't try,'' he protested. ''master should hit me, hurt puppy so he knows he shouldn't be bad.''

''yes you did,'' the older denied. ''let's get you cleaned and fed, hm? pretty puppy.''

jisung sniffled, shaking his head. ''pup will do it alone, doesn't deserve to be with sir.''

minho frowned as he watched the younger scurry off into his room, just standing in the doorframe with a dazed mind before hearing harsh slapping cut through the thick air and rushing over.

the younger was hitting himself in the face, leaving behind a handprint on his rose bloomed cheek while he stared himself down in the mirror.

quickly, he walked over and stood in front of the mirror, taking his wrists in a gentle hold and pulling them away from his face, kissing his bruising cheek.

''let's get you cleaned and fed.'' he ordered, releasing one of his wrists and sliding one of them down his arms so he could intertwine their fingers.

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