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Minho feigns nonchalance, humming. “Want what, baby? I’m already touching you, aren’t I? Is this not enough for you?” He punctuates his statement by swiping his thumbs along the creases at the top of Jisung’s inner thighs, underneath his boxers, and Jisung purses his lips with a whimper. He shakes his head, forehead rolling against Minho’s, and Minho tsks, disappointed. “Greedy, greedy baby. Always wanting more. What else do you want then, hmm? Be good and ask nice, and maybe hyung will give it to you.”
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A purely smutty slice of life fic that ended up being 10,000 words, somehow.
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Never judge a book by its cover, the famous saying goes. People aren’t always who they seem outside.
Most of the time, though, they are. Yeah, most of the time, people are who they seem outside.
Except…when Lee Minho offered to be Jisung's sugar daddy for one semester, Jisung thought he'd tell Jisung to bend over and spread his pretty legs for him. And Jisung won't complain—no, not at all, getting fucked into next Tuesday is nice—but then Lee Minho goes on all fours and asks Jisung to fuck him.
Needless to say, Jisung’s taken for a wild ride.
It doesn’t help that feelings get in the way, and Jisung only has less than one semester to figure out what to do with them—and what to do if Minho decides to end their arrangement by the end of it.
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He's at a table with his friends. They're sitting there and drinking and talking and Jisung's legs are spread, and his cock is hard, straining and twitching against his jeans where he had tucked it up and to the side to be less conspicuous. He can see it. It's right there. Under his eyes, it twitches. He rocks his hips. Nobody notices. He keeps going. Small, barely noticeable movements, but it's enough to make the toy slip in and out of himself. God. Fuck. He's fucking himself. He's looking at his own hard cock as he's fucking himself. In a bar. In front of everyone. A helpless whimper bubbles out of his throat. Not loud enough to be heard over the thumping of the music, but loud enough for Minho to hear, for his head to snap up.
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when jisung comes in his pants in front of all his friends - and likes it
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"Jisung —"
The man of the hour moves up to latch his mouth onto Minho's nipple, mouthing at it messily. It rips a keen from Minho's throat, head tilting back, hands clutching the pillow tighter and tighter. Jisung's hands don't stop their nonsense rhythm, right where Minho needs it the most, but not even remotely close to enough.
"Are you — fuck, ah — are you pretending to play your fucking gacha game on my hole?"
jisung's paying his shitty gacha rhythm game more attention than minho. but never fear! minho has a Plan.
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"Minho-hyung will catch me." Jisung says, with the not entirely unearned confidence of an omega who has never been denied anything in life.
Seungmin turns to watch Minho sitting a few tables away in the same cafe they are, eating a cup of pudding and wiggling in his seat from happiness.
"Does he know that?"
"He doesn't need to," Jisung shrugs, "I’ll make sure of it."
Or: Mating runs can be violent and bloody affairs, but Jisung never minded getting his own hands dirty to catch the cute alpha of his dreams.