ADDICT | MINSUNG ✔️

NEGENENVEERTIG

they were sitting in the library again, way past the time mark simon totally didn't forget and jisung finally starting to notice that he hadn't gotten a release.

''minho?'' he asked softly, careful not to disturb the peace for the other people. ''i need you.''

he smiled at his notebook softly, not taking his eyes off of it but instead letting his hand trail over to jisung's thigh.

jisung immediately spread his legs in submission, the older letting his hand go to the sensitive skin that his shorts revealed. (yes it was winter, yes he wanted to wear basketball shorts. let him live)

when he shivered under the warm fingertips, minho chuckled. ''you're so sensitive now,'' he cooed, rubbing circles into the skin. ''did so well for me.''

''please?'' the younger shyly requested, putting his hand overtop of his boyfriend's so he could grip it in panic when the gentle touch felt that bit nicer. ''can sir fuck me?''

''sweets,'' minho scolded. ''it's pretty busy here. i don't want us to get caught.''

''behind the bookcase,'' jisung pleaded. ''nobody will see, please?''

minho frowned out of habit for when he was thinking, just smoothing his thumb over his skin. ''alright, pup.''

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(lol okay why do i not feel like writing smut at all i'm starting to hate this sequel)

they were hidden behind a bookcase, jisung currently working on getting adjusted to the length inside of him.

he had to reach his hand around and clasp it over the younger's mouth to somewhat stifle his sounds, his boyfriend panting and moaning against as his knuckles whitened from his tight hold.

''gotta be more quiet, sung,'' he scolded. ''almost like you want someone to find us.''

when jisung just replied in a soft whine, he responded with a strong buck of his hips. the impulsive action caused the younger to moan in surprise and he let himself fall against the bookcase.

''so subby,'' minho cooed, moving his hands from his hips to slip under his shirt and run along his smooth skin. ''so pretty for sir.''

(can you tell how repetitive this shit is getting jesus)

''letting master fuck you so well,'' the older proceeded, kissing his shoulder sweetly. ''always my sweet pup.''

they soon fell into a smooth pace, minho sometimes grunting lowly when he put more effort into it and jisung biting his lip in a weak attempt to be quiet.

it was weird how they didn't even hear the cart rolling or the footsteps coming closer, but they did hear the soft ''oh my god.''

minho automatically pulled out and flanked jisung's body, protecting him from being seen by the stranger because although the younger grew confident in front of him he still disliked other people seeing him.

when he looked over his shoulder, he saw that it was just someone he was in math class with. ''how about you don't tell anyone about this, junghoon?'' he honeyed his voice, putting their clothes back on for them. ''then i won't tell anyone about you watching porn in class.''

''can i watch?'' the boy asked, minho scowling at him and watching his face contort with fear.

''you're so fucking weird, dude,'' he scoffed, taking an intimidating step closer. ''no you can't watch, i'm the only one who gets to watch him like that.''

jisung hid behind him, only barely peeking out around him to look at junghoon with his face painted red.

''i was being nice to you, but now you're starting to piss me off,'' the older cursed, jabbing an accusing finger into his chest. ''you should go, we'll leave.''

and he didn't wait for a reply when he pushed past him, jisung holding on to his back and walking along, still hiding somewhat from embarrassment.

once outside minho pulled him close, eyebrows still furrowed in anger. ''he completely ruined your reward.''

''that's fine,'' jisung smiled softly, cuddling into the older for warmth as they waited at the bus stop. ''i still enjoyed it.''

''yeah?'' minho asked, eyeing the road to try and spot the bus despite being fifteen minutes early.

''every moment with you is a moment i enjoy,'' jisung shrugged. ''to have you is enough for me.''

''i don't wanna be enough for you,'' the older sighed. ''i wanna be extra. i want to be the one that can brighten even your worst day and can make your best even better.''

''minho,'' he whispered, breath coming out in a white cloud of condensation, the air listening in to his words. ''you already do.''

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the way in which i went shakespeare at the end.

apparently my fuckass coworkers steal my newspapers so i get the blame of not being a good employee these bitches boutta get the back of my hand i swear