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“You got this!” Jisung patted Felix back as he tried to motivate him.
“This presentation is like 50% of my grade this semester, I just have to do good.” Felix whined lowly and he groaned as he spotted the professor walking in.
“I mean you will definitely be better than last Friday with that presentation.” Jisung teased.
“Well that presentation was out of the norm, amazing, so …” He chuckled.
“No it wasn’t and you still owe me for that one.”
Jisung remembered last weekend with a shake of his head. Felix and Chan had the silly idea to make one of those powerpoint parties, so everyone in their little circle prepared a presentation about a topic they liked. Jisung told everyone about his current favorite anime and why it was the best out there. Changbin talked for 30 minutes about the perfect workout routine after Chan tried to convince them that he does not need more than 4 hours sleep a night. But Felix’s presentation caused chaos by everyone laughing and screaming. Yeah, okay mostly Jisung screamed while he laughed. He was shocked at first when he read the title page ‘10 Reasons why Jisung should finally seduce Minho’ but he felt comfortable with his friends and everyone of them also already knew about his sad little crush on Lee Minho.
He glanced over. There he was, writing notes in an old school notebook, looking unresistable and all. He probably does not even know Jisung exists. They have a few classes together this year and those are always the ones Jisung has trouble concentrating on.
Okay to be fair, Minho knows who he is. They worked on a short group project together last year, but since then there was nothing more than a nod hello and goodbye when they saw each other and Jisung was way too shy to talk to him.
A loud voice startled Jisung out of his daydreams about how pretty Minho’s hair looks today.
“Okay everyone. Let’s wake up and concentrate on the presentations we have today. Let’s see, today’s turn is Choi, Lee and Kim. Who wants to get started?”
The first presentation started and Jisung was already bored out of his mind. His own presentation was a few weeks back, he only got out of his bed this morning to support Felix. And now he had a hard time not falling asleep again. He tried really hard not to watch Minho tho. It was difficult, with him being so much more interesting than every lecture or presentation ever. With his dark hair falling in his pretty eyes. Or his perfect nose Jisung would like to r–
“Okay thank you. Next up is Lee!” Jisung watched Felix shoot out of his seat beside him and he patted his ass softly to reassure him. He walked over to the professor and gave him the usb stick he prepared. He took a few deep breaths and checked his pulse before he started to speak while the professor was pulling the presentation up on the screen projector.
“Good morning everyone, I am going to tell you about –” Jisung was no longer able to follow Felix’s words. He was frozen in place as soon as he saw the screen behind him. Up there on the huge wall for everyone to see was Felix's presentation from last weekend. The 10 fucking reasons why Jisung should seduce Minho. He felt like he could not breathe anymore. Felix just stood there, talking about the gender pay gap while behind him, Jisung’s worst nightmare was playing.
The slide changed and everyone took a breath but no one said anything. The professor was not even paying attention and Felix was not looking over his shoulder to realize the mistake. There it was, even more humiliating than the title page. Reason 1: a screenshot of their group chat where Jisung was whining about how sexy Minho was.
His heart was hammering in his chest. He just could not process that this was really happening. He felt the eyes of all the other students burning holes in the back of his head. But still Jisung was frozen and unable to move even one muscle. All he could do was panic and try to breathe. Minho was here, he was seeing exactly all the cringy things Jisung wrote about him to Felix in private.
Jisung just stared at the projector screen.
Felix, still oblivious, pressed that damn button again and the next slide appeared. It was even more mortifying than the last. Jisung remembered that one, he felt like dying right now.
There he was on the big screen, blurry until the video started playing and the sound ripped everyone out of their stares.
Jisung on the screen was clutching at Felix’s arm, obviously drunk.
“You don’t understand Lixie. His nose is just perfect, so so perfectly straight and … I want to ride it badly. I totally could die happy after I sat on that perfect face. I NEED to sit on it actually. Who has a face that perfect. I want to lick it.” He slurred while Felix was giggling at drunk Jisung.
Real life Felix was the exact opposite. His face fell as soon as he heard the speakers blast the video and he turned around, with a panicked look on his face. The voice of the video caused a lot to happen at the same time. The professor finally looked up and stood as he realized what was going on. Felix ran over to him and begged him, voice high pitched, to close the tab while he hurriedly tried to explain that it was the wrong file.
But most importantly, the commotion has finally caused Jisung to snap out of his stupor. His breath was ragged and his heart was beating out of his chest as he grabbed his stuff and stumbled through the rows. He was practically running out of that goddamn room, away from all the eyes and most importantly from Minho.
“Jisung wait, wait” someone yelled. He saw the professor hurriedly tried to change to the original presentation and Felix watched him run away with horror in his eyes
“Jisung!” Oh no, it was definitely Minho’s voice. Jisung could not look back. He would probably see disgust in his eyes, or anger or worse, he could laugh about him. He just had to get out of there.
“Wait.” The voice behind him was closer now and firm.
And Jisung finally stopped. He clutched the railing of a nearby staircase and tried to take a breath, but he had a hard time and he realized that he was hyperventilating. Minho came into his field of vision. He looked kind of worried.
“I am so sorry." Jisung stuttered out in-between shuddered breaths.
“It's okay, don't worry just breathe for me yeah?”
He tried again and again until he finally had the feeling that air was flowing through his lungs. Minho was slowly pushing him in a sitting position on a lower step. He slumped down beside him and slowly stroked his back to calm him down.
Jisung tried not to think about how this was the first time that he was touching him, while he still had a hard time keeping his breath stable. He could hear hurried footsteps coming closer.
"Sungie?" Felix appeared clearly relieved to see him sitting on the steps.
“I am so, so, so sorry. I don't know what happened, I totally forgot that it was also on the stick. I labeled it clearly. I really don't know what happend.”
“I know you wouldn't do that on purpose.” He forced out.
“Oh god I am so, so sorry,” a stray tear rolled down his freckled cheek.
Jisung just nodded, concentrating on catching his breath.
“I have to go back and do the presentation. Oh god. I.. I- “
“It's okay Felix, I will take care of him. Don't worry, go back and do your presentation,” Minho’s voice was soft but firm.
“Sungie?” He still looked unsure as he searched Jisung’s eyes.
“‘s okay Lix, go back.” He reached out and squeezed Felix’s hand to reassure him and Felix, still hesitant, stook and walked backwards, looking at them with an apologetic look on his face.
It was silent after he left, only Jisung’s breath was noticeable in the silence of the hallway. Jisung took a moment to gather himself, his eyes stung and his cheeks were burning but all he could concentrate on was Minho’s hand still rubbing softly over his lower back. It felt kind of nice.
“Oh god. I am so embarrassed. I don't know what to say.”
Minho hummed beside him.
Jisung took all his bravery and looked at him. He smiled softly but his ears were slightly red.
“It was not that bad..”
“Not that bad? Haha yeah, everybody just knows now that I … I …”
“Is it that bad, that they know you find me attractive? Am I that embarrassing to like?” He asked with fake shock.
“You know I don't mean it like that.” Jisung was furiously blushing now.
“Yeah, you seem better. Wanna go back in?”
“Hell no! I am unsure if I can ever go back again. I will probably fail all my classes now and end up expelled and I will never find a job. So Felix has to provide for me from now on.”
Minho laughed at his dramatics.
“Isn't Chan kind of Felix sugar daddy?” He asked, laughing.
“Haha kind of ..” Jisung chuckled.
“He has two sugar babies now, I guess.”
“He is a hard worker, he can pull that off.” Minho winked. Jisung looked down at his hands, still too embarrassed to hold eye contact.
“How about I buy you a meal? Now that you will never finish your education and never find a job mhh?”
"N-now?"
“Yeah? Let's skip the rest of the day and get takeout and go somewhere else.”
“Uhm, yeah okay.” Jisung stumbled up and followed Minho outside of the building.
The cold air was a hard contrast to his overheated cheeks, he surely looked like a mess. Blushing and with red eyes but Minho, like a wonder, just smiled at him as they walked side by side to the main road.
They stopped by Jisung’s favorite street food shop and he was shocked about Minho buying way too much food for the both of them,after Jisung listed what he thought was good there. Minho walked them to his apartment near campus, and Jisung was relieved to get out of the cold air and back into the warmth.
Minho’s apartment was just one room and really small but cozy and Jisung was surprised about the cute decorations. Minho always seemed so cool and collected, but now Jisung stared at fluffy cat pillows on the couch and a variation of light pink kitchen supplies, they seemed well used. A large bed was pushed into one corner, it was half hidden by a shelf with huge flowers on top. Monstera Deliciosa, he remembered from a talk with Jeongin, the younger was passionate about plants and often joked about how he will be a plant dad and his dream greenery fitting for a balcony. But Jisung came back to reality by Minho opening the food and preparing the meal for the two of them.
Jisung smiled to himself as the realization sinked in. He was alone with Lee Minho. For the first time and on top of that he also knew about Jisung’s crush and doesn't seem pissed at all. Jisung filed the information under ‘going to scream about it later’ and walked over to sat down besides Minho.
“Thank you so much for the food, there was also really no need for you to care for me. So, uhm, thank you.”
“Yeah of course. And as I said, don’t you worry about it.” He smiled at Jisung and he was brave enough to hold eye contact for a few seconds before he hurriedly looked away as he felt his cheeks blush. Minho had really pretty eyes and Jisung was not strong enough to look so closely at him without getting flustered.
They ate in silence for a moment and the atmosphere was strangely comfortable. Minho randomly put on Netflix for background noise, and Jisung was happy about Minho’s taste in shows, as the one he chose was also one of his favorite animes.
“By the way, I always thought you and Felix were dating.” Minho said between bites.
“What? Why? Eeew!” Jisung laughed and coughed out.
“You two seemed cuddly and yeah I just assumed.”
“Yeah, I get that. But no we are not. He is my best friend and just really into skinship. Oh and also, he has been dating Channie since forever.”
“Oh really? That kind of makes sense now.” Minho chuckled. They continued eating for a bit until once again Minho broke the silence between them after he emptied his plate.
“To be honest I am curious now.” He watched Jisung finish his food before he leaned back and glanced towards Minho before he answered.
“Yeah? What about?” His eyes catched Minho’s and his open body language and the amused sparkle in his eyes were mesmerizing enough to hold eye contact despite being embarrassed.
“I was never able to watch the rest of that presentation. What were the other reasons?”
“Oh no, please don’t. Do you really want to know every embarrassing detail of my simping?” Minho slowly nodded and bit his lip watching Jisung squirm and pout.
“Fine.” Jisung groaned playfully. “The other reasons were like a collection of things I said about you and, uhm, what I- oh god this is so embarrassing,” he tried to hide behind his hands but Minho pulled them away and caused Jisung to lean in and hide his face against the other’s shoulder. Although he was so embarrassed, he felt surprisingly comfortable with the physical contact and even leaned closer. His sweater smelled like vanilla, probably traces of his parfum and Jisung really liked it. He would love to bury his face deeper but his attraction to Minho put him in this situation in the first place so he felt too shy to scoot closer.
“What you ?” His voice was still calm and sounded lovely this close.
“What I want to do to you.” He squeaked out.
Minho’s arm moved and Jisung froze for a second. He was able to pull his arm out under him, and he now laid his arm around Jisung and pulled him closer into his side. The position felt close and almost intimate, but it strangely calmed him down and he looked up at Minho’s smiling face.
“I would love for you to elaborate on that.”
“How formal.”
“Would you rather have me say that I would love to hear all the probably dirty things you would like to do to me? Like, riding my nose, or?” He teased, way too confident in his ability to fluster Jisung.
“Oh god, don’t say that with your voice like that.”
“Like what?” He smirked at his blushing state.
“All dark and sexy, it makes me want to spill all my secrets and fall onto my knees-” Jisung slapped his hand in front of his mouth to stop his babbling.
“Good to know.”
“But, uhm,” Jisung was a stuttering mess, “uhm like, I told him about how sexy I think your chest is. I think I spammed him with cheesy poetry about how squeezable your pecs look. For example.”
“My chest? I mean, sure why not?”
“What?”
“You can squeeze it as much as you want.” Jisung sat up straight and stared at him for a few seconds before he shrugged his shoulders and climbed Minho’s lap. He laughed, startled for a second, but he let Jisung straddle him and even leaned fully back to grant better access.
“How are you so calm about all this?” Jisung whispered while he watched his own fingers squeeze the thick muscle.
Minho’s voice had a slightly different edge to it when he answered, “try to see it from my perspective. I got a free day out of this, and I currently have a cute boy in my lap eager to touch me. If you ask me I could have it way worse.”
Jisung blushed even more and tried to hide his face in Minho’s neck. Just as he buried his nose in his hair, he realized what he was doing. He felt comfortable enough with him to act like this. He was normally touchy like this with his friends but never with strangers. Jisung was not the type to be affectionate from the beginning and he unfortunately was also not the type for casual sex and random hook ups. His own libido hates him for that, but he needed trust to be able to enjoy it. But now he found himself in this absolut weird situation, in the lap of almost a stranger, squeezing the life out of his tits to ground himself, while he breathed on his neck to hide. He was suddenly really glad he showered this morning with Minho breathing him in, with how close he was.
He murmured something in his neck. His lips almost touched the delicate skin.
Minho chuckled and from this position the sound was even more alluring and deep. It almost sounded like the purr of a cat.
“You have to speak up darling. I couldn’t understand one word.”
“I said you are weird.” Jisung whispered and he regretted it, because as soon as the words left his mouth, near Minho’s ear, he tensed up under him.
“Not in a bad way. No, don’t get me wrong. I just thought that this situation is weird and I am behaving so out of line and you just let me, you don’t even seem bothered by how strange I am.”
“I don’t think you are strange.”
“Dude, I am squeezing your tits like my life depends on it and even while talking about it I just can not stop.” He proved his words by squeezing a bit harder.
"Yeah, you do. But I get it. I have the same thing with butts. Touching them is oddly calming and I love me a good butt.” He laughed in Jisung’s hair.
“Uhm, do you - do you like my butt?”
“Oh yeah you have a cute little one. It always looked really squeezable.” He laughed.
“Wait, you looked at my butt?”
“Of course I looked at your butt. Have you seen yourself?” He asked, fake scandal lacing his voice.
A strangled sound was the only answer Jisung could give for a second, before he took a deep breath.
“You can try it when you want.”
“Try it?” Minho sounded amused.
“Uhm, yeah like, I am already sitting on you, you could just squeeze it as much as you want. Uhm, I don’t mind.”
Minho did not answer, but Jisung felt the shift of his body under him. His chest felt a bit more firm when he started to move his arms and Jisung loved the feeling. And Minho just did what he suggested. He first laid his hands on both of his legs, framing his own body, and letting them slide until he reached his butt. He started with a few slow strokes, before he squeezed for the first time. A groan, so quiet it could have been imagined, rumbled out of him. Jisung was only able to hear it because his face was still buried in the crook of Minho’s neck.
“Just as I thought, a good butt. Very squeezable and the perfect fit for my hands.” Jisung laughed at his description and at the absurdity of the situation, with them both so close squeezing each other's body parts. And silence filled the space between them, only the low sounds from the tv were noticeable, but all Jisung could hear was his own heartbeat and the rushing of blood thumping through his veins.
“I want to know the rest. I am still missing a few reasons.”
"Yeah no! I am definitely not gonna tell you about my love for your thighs-” he stopped himself.
“My thighs? Is it a squeeze thing like with my chest?”
Jisung squeaked from his hiding place. “Uhm, no, uhm, shit . It is more like a biting and licking thing.” He squirmed on top of Minho.
“Interesting.” His voice was still amused but something else was making his voice a bit rougher, almost dark around the edges.
And while Minho kept squeezing and feeling his butt, Jisung kept talking. He wanted to stop but that was a lie. His heart was already hammering in his chest but the tension inside grew with every word he whispered in the safe space at Minho’s neck.
“That was not the end of the video, the rest was his last reason.”
“Mhhh.”
“Uhm, I just rambled on about how sexy you are,” Minho squeezed both hands at the same time,” and how I want to bury my head between your thighs and suffocate between them. Or - or, uhm, how I was sure that you know how to fuck me right. How to be a bit rough. How you could make me scream and beg for more until I would lose my mind. How you would fuck me from behind, hard and fast before you threw me around and fold me in half and take me while staring in my eyes. I thought you would want to see me fall apart on your cock.”
Minho stopped squeezing. He was just holding him in place with a tight grip. He said nothing.
Jisung had a hard time breathing. His chest felt tight with anticipation and arousal. He knew he got hard while he admitted all his thoughts. Minho probably felt the shiver of his legs.
He still said nothing while Jisung was trying not to squirm on top of him.
“Jisung.” His voice sounded different, and it was really difficult, but he managed to free his face from his hiding place to slowly look up at him. He leaned a bit back and searched his face for any sign of anger, was it too much? But all Minho did was stare at him with his dark and unreadable eyes.
Jisung noticed the shift under his fingers, before he felt the hands on his ass grip harder. And without losing eye contact Minho pulled Jisung closer, bit by bit until he they were flushed together, at least with their lower bodies. And with the first grind he guided him though, Jisung was able to feel it. Minho was hard underneath him. He gasped at the contact and without missing a beat, Jisung was moving on his own. He pushed his ass down on Minho’s cock again. And just like that Jisung was dry humping him while holding eye contact. He wanted to keep looking, to search for reactions, but Minho was moving him along so firm, that Jisung’s eyes rolled back and a strangled moan broke the silence between them.
“ Fuck , come here!” Minho suddenly grabbed him by the neck and made him look again. He was really close now and able to feel his ragged breath on his lips. He stared into his eyes, blurry with how close they were, but still able to see the lust in them and Jisung’s last restraint broke. His own hand moved from Minho’s chest to the back of his head and he buried his fingers in his hair. He softly pulled once and smirked at the gasp Minho let out, before he finally closed the gap and kissed him.
The kiss was heated from the beginning. Nothing soft or romantic, but filled with desire and hunger. He bit Minho’s lower lip and he answered with lightly slapping his ass, still making him grind on him. And Jisung was gone. He was moaning and gasping with every movement and it was so hot, he was sure he could come just like this. But Minho obviously had other plans. He suddenly pushed him off his lap, but before Jisung could even be shocked about it and doubt himself, Minho grabbed his wrist and pulled him up and to the direction of his bed.
As soon as Jisung stumbled after him he turned around, kissed him filthy and hard and let himself fall down on the bed while Jisung stood over him and stared. He watched him pull his shirt over his head and was instantly distracted by all the naked skin.
Minho laid back with a devilish grin and casually folded his arms behind his head. He looked like one of the supermodels Jisung jerked off to, as a teenager. All muscles but still a bit soft around the edges. Something thick to hold onto. Thight, black jeans stretching over his thighs and building a hard contrast to his almost pale skin.
“What are you waiting for? Lose your pants and hop on!”
Jisung just stared for a minute. His thoughts were racing. He never did something spontaneous like this before. But this was Minho, the man of his dreams for months, and even if the situation should make Jisung feel unsure, he never felt more comfortable with someone else. So fuck it.
He hurried to open his pants and almost fell when his foot got caught in one of the legs. Minho chuckled but even that made Jisung feel even more comfortable and sure about the situation. As soon as he threw his pants, underwear and socks somewhere behind him, he stopped and blinked down on Minho. Jisung’s shirt was long enough to reach the middle of his thigh and he swore something softer and more fondly flashed Minho’s watching gaze.
Jisung crawled over him and sat down on his lap again. Minho’s hands found his hips over the shirt and Jisung without a second thought, squeezed his chest again. His skin felt soft under his curious fingers and the gesture made Minho smile.
“Do you want this Jisung?”
“Yeah, I do.” He nodded.
“If you change your mind, or if I do something you don’t like, just say the word.”
“I will, I promise. But you too, yes?”
Minho nodded before he pulled him down into another passionate kiss. Jisung moaned into his mouth and he gasped, as Minho’s hands touched his now bare ass under the shirt. They made out for a while. Hands were exploring skin, tongues dancing with each other. Minho slightly bit his lip and Jisung scratched his chest as an answer as they got carried away and rougher with each other.
“Do it!”
“What?” Jisung sounded breathless already.
“You wanted to ride my oh so perfect nose. Do it!”
“ Oh god .” His breath stocked and he felt his dick twitch under his shirt, pressed against Minho’s stomach, just separated by the thin fabric.
“Be brave and let me taste you!” Jisung leaned back and stared at him. He searched Minho’s annoying perfect face for any hesitation but found none and after taking a deep breath, or at least trying to take one, he nodded. And Minho wasted not even a second before he pulled him up and used his strength to maneuver Jisung after his will, until he hovered over his face, shivering and heart beating out of control. The sudden movement forced him to search for support on his chest and Jisung squeezed once again, calming himself down.
He could not believe the situation he found himself in. He was straddling Minho’s face. Legs shaking besides his head and he stared at his stomach and his thighs, still covered by the pants he was wearing.
Jisung felt hands slide up touching his ass, and he heard a low moan under him. The sound sent another shiver down his spine and he felt brave enough to lean a bit forward, so he was able to pull his shirt over his head, and even as he felt exposed naked like this, arousal clouded his head and he moved his lower body to show Minho what he got. The breath of another moan hit his exposed hole and he started to curse under his breath.
“Okay?” Minho made sure one last time.
“Please.” Jisung’s voice was already whiny.
The first touch of Minho’s tongue was cautious and slow, but Jisung’s reaction made Minho lose all his caution and he circled him with his tongue without holding back. His hands spread open and he was kneading the plush of his ass while little shocks of pleasure made Jisung twitch on top of him.
Minho was soon kissing and licking him full force and it took him only a few minutes of preparation before he dipped in and started to fuck Jisung with his tongue.
Every little thrust made Jisung moan and whine. The sound of his whimpering was louder than the tv and Jisung was sure every person outside of Minho’s apartment could hear him, but he couldn't care less. The man of his dreams was eating him out and Jisung watched the proof of Minho’s arousal with teary eyes. Minho’s cock pulsed in his now way to tight pants with every broken moan he let out. Jisung’s hands supporting him started to get sweaty, and he desperately tried to continue hoovering, worried about crushing Minho under his weight.
Minho pulled away and one almost pathetic sound left Jisung at the loss of stimulation.
“Let go!”
“Wha- What?”
“You said you wanna sit on my face, so sit down.” He firmly said with a chuckle from underneath him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jisung stuttered out, he was so turned on but still stuck in his head.
“Relax and just sit down. Stop worrying about me!” Minho’s voice was already rough. Jisung still held back but Minho had enough, grabbed him by his thighs and pulled him down with a jerk. He buried his face between Jisung’s already red cheeks. His hands were deliciously rough while holding him open, and Jisung leaked precum on Minho’s chest. Without missing a beat he licked inside of him again. A broken moan ripped through the tense air around them.
Jisung gave in and relaxed his legs. He slumped forward until he almost laid completely on top of Minho. He at least tried to stabilize himself, with his elbows besides Minho, but had a hard time coordinating, with the force of Minho eating him out. He pushed his tongue inside of Jisung like he was starving. Wet sounds of spit fucked into him, drove Jisung crazy and one finger pushing in besides the devilish tongue, made Jisung go crazy. He lost his mind and all that was left of him was pleasure. His body lost all restriction and he started to fuck himself on Minho’s face.
His arms shivered before they gave up under his body weight, and he laid on top of Minho. His forehead was pressed against his lower stomach and he gasped against the hot skin. The next thrust forced him to lightly bite down on Minho’s hip bone, peeking out of his pants. His really really tight looking pants. Shit he wanted to see him naked so bad. He sat up again and fumbled with the zipper of Minho’s jeans.
“Can I?” His voice sounded raw already. He hated how Minho needed to stop and disconnect from him to answer the question, but the urge to feel him again was only just as thrilling as the need to see and feel him completely bare.
“Yeah, wait just-” he answered and lifted Jisung by his hip, as if he weighed nothing. Once again, the realization fired a new wave of arousal through his veins but he still helped by getting on all fours hovering over Minho, so he could lift up and push his pants just over his ass. He let himself fall back again and Jisung chuckled as he saw that Minho truly only pulled them down enough for Jisung to do the rest, just to pull him close again. He bit Jisung’s already abused left cheek before he dove back in. Jisung shivered above him.
He reached forwards with shaking hands to pull down the zipper, Minho did not even care to open, and freed him from the tight fabric. He was wearing black briefs underneath and Jisung noticed the damp dark spot before he pushed them out of the way too.
Minho was hard and leaked precum with every moan that came out of Jisung’s mouth. He stared at him and at every twitch was a reflection of how much he enjoyed Jisung on top of him. And his head was just empty, all he could think about was how bad he wanted to taste him in his mouth. But a new wave of pleasure, caused by a second finger spreading him open, rendered him moveless enough to fail. All he was able to do was mouthing on the base of his cock, while he closed his first around him. He was pulsing and big enough for Jisung to struggle to pleasure him. Or maybe he was just fucked dumb by Minho’s tongue. And Minho showed no mercy, he pulled him as close as possible and Jisung screamed out as a sudden orgasm hit him full force. His scream was broken and loud enough to alarm everyone, would it not be so obviously fucked out him throat. He squirmed and squeezed through pleasure so intense, it was almost painful. He couldn't breathe. Every pulsation made him moan and he felt dizzy but his cock was still dripping between them. He slumped down after cumming for what felt like forever and tried to catch his breath, with his forehead resting on Minho's stomach again.
He moved slightly, and surprised Minho by taking him in his mouth. His heart was still beating like crazy, but he needed to feel him cum too and he only sucked twice before Minho came with Jisung’s ass still stretched over his face, biting the flesh in front of him.
The room fell silent and the show must have stopped at one point, because it was silent enough for Minho to hear the sound of Jisung swallowing him down. He started to laugh and his breath hit Jisung’s skin, tender and wet with spit.
Jisung crawled away to give him space to breathe, before he crashed down on his back beside him. He suddenly felt a bit anxious, unsure to go from here but Minho turned his head and looked at him. He smiled and the state of his face made Jisung crack up. He still chuckled as he tried to wipe the spit of Minho’s face with his bare hands.
Minho reached over and grabbed a shirt, wiped his face, chest and stomach before he rolled on his side and carefully cleaned Jisung as well. He watched him clean them up and he could not stop staring at him. Minho was just so beautiful. His nose was perfect as ever, maybe a bit roughed up but still pretty as fuck and his eyelashes were dark and long. His lips were red, swollen and very kissable. And as if he was reading his mind, Minho leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet. And Jisung was immediately addicted.
He pecked his lips one last time before he sat up and looked down on Jisung.
“How about I turn the tv around? We could rewatch the episode before I fuck you.” He said without losing his cool.
“Uhm, sure. Sounds good to me, I guess.” Jisung was blushing again.
“You don’t have plans?”
“At least none that would stop me from staying and getting fucked. As if they were a plan important enough for that.”
“Is that so?” Minho winked at him while he looked down and Jisung just blinked. Minho was so sexy, being casual like this and he just knew that he would do anything for him as long as Minho was willing to have him around.
Jisung watched him get up and walk around naked, confident in his body as he turned the tv, snapped the rest of their food and came back to Jisung with a lovely smile on his face.
They watched the episode and the one after while eating and joking around with each other. Conversations came easy and Jisung laughed enough for his stomach to hurt. He was laying on his front, feet in the air, with a blanket half covering his body while Minho played with his hair, sitting up, leaned against his headboard.
The atmosphere was so relaxed that it took them half of the next episode before the mood changed again. Minho’s fingers became more daring and caressed Jisung’s head down to the end of his spine, and he felt himself lean into the touch.
“Remind me again, how was it you wanted me to fuck you?” His hand wandered under the blanket and he cupped Jisung’s ass playfully.
“ Fuck , how can you say shit like that? Are you trying to kill me?” Jisung whined and tried to hide again.
“No, actually I would like to fuck you, but only if you want that too.” Jisung groaned and mumbled into the blanket.
“I didn’t catch one word you were saying, but I do remember something about taking you from behind before flipping you over. But I am not so sure, maybe I should call Felix and ask him for that presentation-file.”
“No way!” Jisung sat up fast enough to lose the blanket. “He embarrassed me enough for a lifetime.”
“Mhh, but how would I know how to fuck you right? I could fulfill every one of your wishes, if I only knew them.” He smirked.
“You are way too sure about yourself. That’s annoying.” Jisung felt him shift beside him, his voice was softer after, almost a whisper.
“Should I stop? I don’t want you to get uncomfortable.”
Jisung looked back up at him, Minho really seemed a bit hesitant now.
“No. I don’t mean it. You are just too sexy doing that and I am weak and a simp.” Minho laughed free and loud before he leaned down and softly kissed Jisung’s cheek. He felt the smile on his skin before he slowly kissed down his neck and his shoulder, Jisung felt his heart slowly picking up speed again. His skin was sensitive and reacted to every touch of Minho, who slowly moved around and made Jisung shift until he sat behind him and was able to crawl over him. His arms framed Jisung’s smaller body and his breath hitched as Minho’s kisses became more daring and he softly bit down. Jisung leaned into his touch and arched his back while he felt himself getting hard again.
And Minho, true to his words, fucked him. Slow and deep, and not as rough as he intended too but both gasped at the intense sensation filling their bodies. Their hands were intertwined, while he took him from behind, leaving marks down his neck and Jisung bit the sheets under him to muffle his moans. His body was already spent when Minho turned him around and pushed in again. He tried to hold on, but all he could do was slowly lose his mind. And Minho never stopped kissing him. His lips only left, when he observed his face as his orgasm ripped him out of their kiss and made him gasp and stare at him while he clenched and shivered around him and Minho came, spilling into the condom.
Jisung got out of bed only to text Felix to reassure him everything was okay, before he climbed back in again. Truly, he never felt like this before and it felt natural to fall back into Minho’s bed and into his arms. They spent the evening making out and cuddling and it took them multiple days of skipping uni to disconnect again and leave the apartment. Days spent in a haze between soft cuddling, rough sex, heartful laughter and intense talks.
Chan and Felix invited them to a party again for the next weekend and Jisung didn’t miss a beat and asked Minho to join them. And just as seamlessly as he fit himself in Jisung’s body, he fit into his friend group and his daily life. Everyone was just happy Jisung stopped simping about him nonstop like he did before.
“I kind of prepared something.” Felix said as he started Chan’s beam projector and Jisung groaned as he saw the title of Felix’s newest presentation ‘reasons why Jisung should not kill me after I accidently revealed his crush on Minho in front of the whole course’.
“Okay just hear me out! Reason 1 - I make the best brownies and you are addicted to them.” Everyone agreed and Felix moved on.
“See! Okay, Reason 2,” Felix laughed at Jisung’s face, as a screenshot of their chat popped up on the screen and Minho smirked at Jisung and the mass of emojis he used to describe their first evening.
“I am still going to kill you! Your cute face will not save you at all.” He laughed while he hit Felix with a pillow. He screamed and tried to hide behind Chan, who laughed at their antics.
“No, no. I have more. Please spare me, I am too pretty to die!” He practically screamed.
"Minho, help me!” Felix yelled and Jisung was flabbergasted as Minho indeed saved Felix from him and protectively stood in front of him.
"Betrayal!" He screamed pointing at him.
“I am sorry, but I had to help him. He helped me with my presentation, so…”
“What?” Jisung watched as Felix switched the presentation and practically beamed at him with his widest smile. The screen switched to a darker background and Jisung’s heart stumbled inside his chest. He looked from Minho back to the screen and back into his softly smiling face.
‘10 Reasons why Jisung should be my official boyfriend’