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Minho is a Serial Killer who has just moved into a new building. Things seem to run smoothly for him at least until he meets Jisung, a maso sex addict full of twisted kinks. Perfect match, right?
- or Minho is a Serial Killer and Jisung seems to have found his ideal type.
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Jisung could taste Minho's breath, a mere inch away from his lips, could feel the warmth of his body seeping into his bones, could smell the sweet, sugary scent of peppermint and chocolate clinging to his mouth.
They were close. So, so close.
Jisung could count the lashes adorning Minho's eyelids, could see every speck of color in his irises and the small acne scar hidden under his right eye.
If he moved his head by just the smallest fraction, the tip of his nose would meet Minho's.
"Jisung."
Or, Minho and Jisung hate each other with a passion. Their friends can't stand them anymore, so they take it upon themselves to solve the issue.
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Pretty, gorgeous Han Jisung.
Minho wants to settle a part of himself in each and every one of Jisung’s cells, stitch their hands together in hopes of never having to be apart from the man he loves so deeply.
They couldn’t be closer than they are now, connected in a way Minho fantasizes over when he has to spend hours locked in the walls of his office, head banging on the wood of his desk.
Length pulsing inside his boyfriend, Minho lets go of Jisung’s cheeks and admires the print his fingers left deep in his skin. “Say it, Jisungie.”
(Or; Jisung says something once during sex, Minho desperately needs him to say it again)
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“Ahhh, did you really think you were going to be sticking your dick in me tonight?”
A sharp intake of breath. A few seconds of silence pass. “Yes?” A soft shaky voice replies.
Jisung is clearly overthinking all of a sudden, his expression always so open and easy to read, a million thoughts racing behind eyes, still glazed over with lust. Minho uses this to slowly drape more of his body over Jisung’s bare form and with cat-like speed grabs Jisung’s wrists, quickly pinning them to the bed, restraining each wrist by his head before Jisung can even react. Another dangerously low whisper in his ear.
“Oh no princess, you are mine to use tonight.”
or. Minho should question his taste more when he gets attached to frat boy Jisung and his shameless attempts at flirting with him. Only thing is that Minho can't stop thinking about ruining the damn boy.
based off the tweet:
love characters who are the type to talk big but then end up clawing at the sheets and trying to crawl away because it gets too much too soon just to get grabbed by the hips and fucked back on whoever’s cock like that’s their actual place and not the high horse they want to be on- Language:
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25 Dec 2025
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oh how I love seeing brats being put in their place
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Professor Lee. Well-spoken and scarily clever and fifteen years older than Jisung, which should make him want him less, not more, but Jisung wants him so badly. He wants to be wanted by him.
Jisung has a fiction workshop every Wednesday. He also has a hopeless crush on his professor.
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Bookmarked by flwhyunee
17 Dec 2025
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HHHHHJNNNGGNHNNGGBBH GOD THIS CANNOT BE REAL, THE TENSION, JUST