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Saturday nights have always seemed boring to Jisung, his friends always had some plan or the other – maybe a date, a party, late-night drives, something. Meanwhile, Jisung had nothing special going on. Maybe it was because everyone else seemed to have someone waiting for them after dark, and Jisung didn’t.
Tonight was no different, the same old boring routine – leave the gym at six, get home, take a cold shower, throw together something for dinner, and crawl into bed before midnight. Predictable. Quiet. A little pathetic, if he was being honest with himself. Still, at least tomorrow was Sunday. He could sleep in for once, maybe stay in bed until noon without feeling guilty about it.
Jisung had just gotten home from the gym, exhausted and slightly sweaty, kicking off his slippers near the doorway before tossing his gym bag carelessly into the corner of his room. The apartment was silent except for the low hum of the ceiling fan overhead.
He let out a tired sigh, chugging down a whole jug of water, exhausted, dragging his hand through his hair that was already damp because of the sweat, as he headed towards the bathroom, already thinking about the cold shower waiting for him.
Soon he starts the shower, dragging his hands on his body, feeling each and every inch of himself. Soon his right hand makes its way towards his half-hardened length, hanging freely, asking for a bit of attention, this was normal for him after an intense workout session, his body easily riled up, with all the heat waiting to be released.
Almost absentmindedly, his hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing over himself before wrapping loosely around his half-hard length. A soft breath escaped him at the contact, shoulders relaxing as his grip slowly tightened.
The only sounds in the bathroom were the steady rush of water and the quiet, breathy noises slipping from his mouth every now and then, completely unaware of everything happening beyond the locked door.
Beyond the bathroom door, the apartment remained dark and silent, or at least that is what jisung thought.
The sound of the shower and his own pleasure, drowned out everything else – the sound of his apartment window being opened, the faint creak of wood underneath careful footsteps, the quiet click of drawers being pulls open somewhere in the living room, the barely audible rustle of fabric moving through the dark.
Minho moves through the apartment with practiced ease.
He had been inside of dozens of houses before, small apartments, rich penthouses, cramped studios with barely anything worth stealing. Most people made mistakes without even realizing, keys hidden under the doormats, under the flower pots, broken window that should’ve been fixed immediately, cheap locks.
Jisung apparently, always forgot to fully latch the bedroom window before leaving for the gym.
Minho noticed it three nights back, so tonight, when he watched the apartment light flick exactly at 6:20pm, he couldn’t wait anymore, and decided to slip in.
At first, the apartment was painfully ordinary.
A messy couch, clothes draped over chairs, protein bars carelessly scattered around the kitchen counter, nothing expensive enough to make the risk particularly exciting.
Which is why he thought of leaving, he knew the owner was home, currently at shower, and it was definitely not worth risking his own life for a messy home like this, that would bring him no valuable, whatsoever.
But then he hears it, over the running shower.
A small faint sound, a breath.
Another one follows shortly after, quieter this time, shaky enough to make Minho’s gaze slowly shift toward the hallway leading to the bathroom.
The apartment suddenly didn’t feel so boring anymore.
He moves silently across the living room, steps slow and almost lazy now, curiosity outweighing caution. The closer he got, the clearer the sound became – soft exhales, the occasional muffled whine swallowed by the spray of water.
Minho stops outside the bathroom door, his expression remains unreadable, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.
The door was not fully locked, just slightly ajar, enough for minho to see the person moving behind the glass shower screen inside, enough to see the hand of the person stroking his own length while a line of profanities left the person’s mouth.
The sight in front of him made heat crawl straight down Minho’s spine.
The man inside the shower was completely lost in his own pleasure, one hand braced against the tiled wall while the other worked slowly over his cock beneath the running water.
Minho swallows hard.
Fuck.
Almost instinctively, his own hand drops to the growing bulge in his jeans, fingers pressing against it through the fabric as another shaky moan echoes softly through the bathroom.
Minho’s fingers curl around his length as he hurriedly took out his hard aching cock out of his pants, stroking it up and down, listening to all kinds of sound leaving Jisung’s mouth.
It was stupid. Dangerous even. He shouldn’t be doing this. This was not the appropriate place for this, but he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he tried, his hand just wont stop moving, his body just won’t stop pushing itself more and more inside the small opening of the door, trying to get a clearer glance of Jisung inside.
The rational part of his brain reminded him that he had already stays too long. One wrong sound, one careless step, and everything could spiral into disaster. But the sight in front of him rooted him in place.
Inside the bathroom the air was damp, but clear. Through the glass minho could see jisung clearly leaning against the tiled wall, chasing his own high, the breathing becoming more and more shaky.
Minho audibly exhaled through his mouth, his own breath a bit shaky now, as the entire scene making him more and more aroused.
Another soft sound came from the inside, this time it was a whine, a very shaky, desperate whine, followed by a thud of a hand against the tile, causing minho to watch with more desperation, watching Jisung reach his high, release onto his hand.
Soon, the sound of the running water stopped and Jisung started opening the glass door.
Minho who was very busy trying to climax was now hyperaware of his surroundings, he quickly put his still fully hard cock back into his pants, as he backed away from the bathroom door, despite the protests made by his own painfully erect dick.
Minho watched Jisung exit the bathroom as he hid underneath the dining table.
Water still clung to Jisung’s skin as he stepped out of the bathroom completely unaware.
Minho’s mouth went dry. Fuck, he looked good.
Jisung was fully naked, his length hanging free, it was average in size, nothing too surprising, but definitely small compared to his own dick.
Jisung, slowly walked into his bedroom, closing the door, and that is when Minho decided that maybe this was the perfect time to escape.
But something about jisung just stopped minho from leaving. He should have left by now, any rational person would have done exactly that. But now that he had seen it all, he wanted at least a taste of it before he left. He had to do something about this unbearable greed he had right now.
Seeing Jisung like that had only made the hunger sitting inside him worse.
It just wasn’t enough.
Minho exhaled quietly through his nose before crouching beside his bag near the couch. His fingers moved quickly, practiced, pulling out a small bottle along with a folded piece of cloth. The label caught briefly beneath the dim light.
Chloroform.
Normally, it was only meant for emergencies – a last resort in case someone caught him during a job.
This was the first time Minho had willingly reached for it.
Then another soft noise drifted out from the bedroom.
Minho’s jaw tightened.
Fuck it.
He rose silently to his feet and started moving toward the hallway. His footsteps were neat, quiet, nearly silent against the wooden floor, the apartment felt strangely smaller now, heavier, every breath inside the space thick with anticipation as he reached the bedroom door that had been left slightly open, with a strip of yellow warm light spilling out into the darkness of the hallway.
From inside came a quiet sound of rustling of sheets, the soft creak of the mattress shifting beneath movement, followed by a low tired sigh that immediately sent heat curling low in Minho’s stomach again, because even something as simple as Jisung breathing seemed enough to completely unravel him tonight.
Slowly, carefully, minho pushed the door open, without making any sound. He pushed it open just enough to slip himself inside.
Inside, jisung sat at the edge of the bed, with nothing but a towel hanging loosely around his waist, hair dripping onto his shoulder, as he applied what seemed like a body lotion on his upper body.
For a second, minho just stands there, staring. The scene almost felt unfairly intimate.
Jisung looked soft like this, relaxed in his own skin. Still slightly flushed from heat and release, his body loose with exhaustion after the gym, completely defenseless in the privacy of his own room.
Minho swallowed thickly, finger slightly tightening around the bottle he was holding, he quickly wet the cloth, before closing the bottle and tossing it onto the bed, causing a little sound, just enough for jisung to realise the fact that there was someone else in his room.
Jisung froze, slowly, turning his head over his shoulder, confusion flashing across his face at first before it twisted sharply into alarm the second he noticed the unfamiliar figure standing inside his bedroom.
“What the fu – “
Minho moved before the sentence could fully leave his mouth.
In one quick motion, he crossed the distance between them, grabbing Jisung firmly by the wrist while the other hand shoved the cloth tightly over his mouth and nose, immediately muffling the startled noise that tore from his throat.
Jisung’s entire body jerked violently in surprise, his phone clattering uselessly onto the bed as panic surged through him almost instantly, both hands immediately trying to shove Minho away, but Minho only tightened his grip, pulling him back harder against his chest.
“Stay still,” Minho muttered lowly against his ear, voice rougher than before, breathing uneven now from both adrenaline and desire.
Jisung struggled harder at the sound of his voice, his towel loosening further around his waist as his body twisted desperately beneath Minho’s hold, frightened breaths turning sharper and more frantic with every passing second, though the movements slowly began losing strength the longer the cloth stays pressed against his face.
Minho could feel the exact moment Jisung started weakening against him.
The tension slowly drained from his limbs, his attempts to fight turning sluggish and uncoordinated, soft broken sounds slipping from his throat as his head tilted back weakly against Minho’s shoulder.
“Good,” Minho whispered quietly, tightening his hold around Jisung’s waist before he could collapse completely. “That’s it.”
Jisung’s fingers twitched once against Minho’s arm before going limp entirely, his body falling heavily against Minho’s chest as unconsciousness finally pulls him under.
“c’mon, that’s my good boy” Minho whispered into Jisung’s ear, as if the unconscious man could hear whatever Minho told him.
Minho carefully placed Jisung’s limp and pliant body onto the mattress, pulling up his leg and making him lay straight, for easy access to his body.
“now… how should I start this oh my god.” Minho speaks to himself, palming his clothed length, voice dripping with anticipation and excitement, as he carefully got onto the mattress.
He slowly let his hands linger on Jisung’s body, touching each and every corner, starting from the upper body, squeezing the well-defined pecs, playing with the hard nipples, squeezing and gradually putting his own mouth onto the nipple giving it a swift lick, as Jisung’s body laid beneath him unconscious and easy.
“god you are so pretty, this is my luckiest day.” Minho speaks again, hurriedly freeing his own cock from his jeans, whimpering a little as his cock felt a little sensitive due to the prior neglect it had to face.
“Fuck…your body is insane, you know that? Hmm?” Minho speaks, as he left wet kisses all over Jisung’s body, “I wish you could hear me, but next time, I guess baby”
“maybe I should just keep you tied up here and use you as my own little sex doll, you would like that wont you?” minho asks, his eyes turning dark as he let the hunger consume him fully.
“you would like that I am sure, isn’t that why you always forgot to latch the window fully?” his hands slowly moved to Jisung’s free neglected dick, squeezing it, “you wanted this so bad huh? Wanted someone like me to break in and use you, like the sweet doll you are, so pliant and easy for me.”
“even your dick is so cute baby, not too big, not too small, just enough, pretty cock for a pretty boy like you, isn’t it, huh baby?” Minho says, slowly kissing jisung’s mouth, trying to insert his tongue into Jisung’s mouth, licking his lips, “these are the sweetest pair of lips I have ever tasted, baby, you are the hottest…”
Minho’s hand carelessly continued roaming across jisung’s body, almost greedily now. Fingertips dragging over toned stomach muscles before sliding lower toward his hips, squeezing gently at the soft flesh there while his eyes remained fixed on the man beneath him like he still couldn’t fully believe this was real.
“So pretty,” he murmured again against Jisung’s lips, voice quieter this time, rough around the edges from want. “You really let me do this to you…”
Minho with his right hand, slowly started separating jisung’s leg, trying to find his hole, as his fingers kept circling near the rim of jisung’s hole.
Minho slowly stands up, and gradually tried getting in between jisung’s legs as he started pushing jisung’s leg more and more open, trying to get a clear view of the meal he was about to devour.
“shit…Jisung-ah,” minho says mesmerized, by the sight in front of him, “even your hole is so fucking pretty, I cant wait to ruin it and paint it all with my cum.”
Minho stays frozen in between jisung’s leg, staring at the glistening hole before putting his mouth on it, swirling his tongue along the rim of the hole, pushing it in, “god, you taste so sweet, even here.” He says, pulling himself back while his finger still kept pushing in the hold.
“what do I do with? What do I do with you?” minho asks, frustrated, confused and sounding absolutely devilish. His mouth once again went in between jisung’s legs, his hands spreading jisung’s ass for his tongue to enter smoothly, “look at your hole, so wet, coated with my spit, you wouldn’t even need lube.”
“but I am not a monster, baby, I would never want to hurt you,” he says before pulling himself up and reaching out to the lube kept in the drawer of the bedside table, “never baby, not even when you are unconscious and absolutely ready to be ruined.”
Minho opens the bottle before pouring reasonable amount of lube on to his fingers, coating each and every finger with much precision. Then he brings his own hand in front of jisung’s face and says, “do you want to taste, baby?” and shoves to fingers inside of jisung’s half opened.
“that’s it, look how good you sucking my fingers in, like the taste baby? I bet its your favourite flavour of lube.” Minho says, continuously thrusting his fingers in and out of jisung’s mouth. “now I wanna use your mouth oh my god, but first, I need to get a much better taste of your hole.”
Minho once again sinks himself down on jisung’s body, putting his face in between jisung’s thighs, kissing and leaving marks all over, as he starts pushing his two lube coated fingers inside of the reddish-pink hole, he slowly moved his mouth upwards and upwards until he came face to face with jisung’s hole again. Minho groaned softly against him before burying himself closer, completely intoxicated now
“I just cannot get enough of this sweet hole.” Minho says, pulling his mouth of Jisung’s ass just for a second before continuing to eat him out.
Minho’s left hand tightened around jisung’s thighs while the right one kept working itself deeper and deeper into jisung’s hole along with his tongue. He pushed himself farther and farther into jisung’s ass, as jisung laid there motionless, beneath him.
Jisung’s chest raised slowly with every unconscious breath, lips slightly parted, legs spread out, so easily, pliant and warm, completely unaware of the way Minho worked his tongue and 2 fingers up jisung’s ass.
Soon, minho pulls himself off, before standing up to get rid of his clothes completely, “I would love to continue, but I cannot neglect myself anymore.” He says, giving his own cock a quick stroke.
Minho got back on the bed, sitting on jisung’s bare chest, position his own dick in front of jisung’s slightly parted mouth, “you are gonna suck me off good, aren’t you sweetheart? You are gonna be so good for me, right love?” Although jisung’s doesn’t and won’t respond, minho likes to imagine the man beneath him squirming and little and blurting out stream of ‘yes’s’ and begging to taste minho’s cock.
Minho’s thumb brushed slowly across Jisung’s lower lip before he tilted his head back gently, eyes dark with fascination.
“Look at you,” he murmured, almost sounding amazed by the sight beneath him. “So trusting.”
His grip tightened slightly at the base of Jisung’s throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep him still while Minho stared down at him like he was trying to memorize every inch of him at once.
The room felt unbearably warm now, thick with the sound of uneven breathing and rustling sheets, Minho’s self-control wearing thinner by the second the longer he looked at him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered with a strained laugh, brushing his nose against Jisung’s temple before lowering his mouth to his skin again, slow and possessive, like he had all night to lose himself in him.
Soon, minho started pushing himself inside of jisung’s mouth, little groans leaving his mouth as jisung’s mouth felt a bit tight around his dick. “taking me in so well baby, do you like the taste? Hmm?” he asks jisung, rubbing his hair back, “so good, such a pretty man.” Whispering small praises into jisung’s ear.
He pushes himself fully into jisung’s throat, one of his hands still on jisung’s throat as he feels it bulge because of his cock, “oh my god, would you look at that? I can feel myself here baby, do you like it?”
At first, minho starts thrusting slow, but soon, his thrusts become rougher and greedier, profanities leaving his mouth as he uses both his hands to tightly grip onto jisung’s throat while fucking it deep and good. “god, so tight” minho groans out, thrusting harder.
Gradually, minho’s thrusts become clumsier, as he feels himself getting closer to his climax, he removes his hands off jisung’s throat to grip onto the mattress beneath them for balance, “gonna cum so hard baby, will you drink it all? I am sure you will, I will make you.”
Minho feels himself cumming deep into jisung’s mouth with a big moan, “s-shit baby, that was incredible, wasn’t it?” he asks as he empties himself. Minho pulls himself out of jisung’s mouth before staring at his own cum oozing out.
He quickly stands up, getting off the bed, finds his own underwear, dropped somewhere on the ground before picking it up and shoving it inside of jisung’s mouth, “uh-uh, I says I would make you drink it all, didn’t I? be a good boy and don’t waste even a single drop, okay?”
He then gets on the bed again, positioning himself in between jisung’s legs as he slowly pushes his dick into jisung’s tight hole, “all that prep I did on you, few minutes ago, was useless huh, you are still tight like a bitch, you fucking slut.” Minho says, teeth clenching as he tried to push himself in more and more.
“since you are such a bitch, I will make sure to breed you like one, sweetheart, don’t worry.” He says, before pushing himself all in, jerking the entire bed, “oh I am sorry, did that hurt?” minho let out a soft chuckle.
Minho started thrusting, every thrust harder than the previous one, “I want to hear how you I make you feel, but alas that’s a bit greedy isn’t it, baby?”
“you are mine.” He says.
“you are mine.” He repeats in between the thrusts.
“and I am yours.” Voice dripping with possessiveness.
He keeps on thrusting until his hips stutter as he feels himself painfully near to climax, “I am gonna cum in you real good, hmm baby, gonna fill you up, and keep your full of my cum forever and ever.” Minho promises, with certainity.
“shit..” he cusses out as he feels himself releasing hard into the limp but warm body, “you are taking it so well,” he praises jisung, as he hugs the body, placing a kiss on the forehead.
He pulls himself off when he feels a liquid sticking to his abdomen, his eyes following down to where the wetness is, only to realise jisung has also came, even in the state of unconsciousness, his body reacting to the heat.
“oh?” minho says amused, “would you like at that, hmm?” he says with a soft chuckle, “your body likes it so much, doesn’t it, baby?” his fingers dragging themselves to his abdomen, before swiping up some of the cum and putting them in his mout.
“mhm, so sweet, pretty, I should make a dessert using your cum.” He says, sounding exhausted, before detaching himself from the man and laying beside him.
~
When jisung wakes up, all he sees is black, all he feels is a weight of a body above him and a sharp pain on his ass. He tries to yell as his entire body jerks with every thrust he feels, all the yell come out muffled due to the piece of clothing in his mouth, he tries to move his limbs, but soon realises that they were tied to something.
“oh? You woke up already? Sweetheart?” he hears a voice, whispering into his ears, he tries to fight back, but to no avail.
“do you want to see me? Speak to me? I can help you with that, my love.” The voice speaks again, holding jisung tightly, pushing him further onto the mattress.
Soon he feels a hand removing his blindfold, he slowly looks at the face and freezes and suddenly he remembers the last thing that happened before he fell unconscious, he screams the first thing the cloth is removed from his mouth.
“WHAT THE FUCK WHO ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME”
“oh me? I am minho, and why would I not do this to you? You are so pretty, of course I had to get my hands on you, sweetheart.” Minho spoke, slowly cupping jisung’s cheeks as he continued to thrust, slowly.
“n-no, please don’t d-do this to me, please, s-stop” jisung cries out, begging for minho to stop, tears falling down his eyes as he clenches his teeth with every painful thrust.
“stop? Never baby. Now that I have you, I don’t think I can ever stop.” Minho whispers into jisung’s ear as his thrusts become slower but harder, “you are everything I was looking for, gonna keep you tied up here, all my life, you would like that, wouldn’t you, doll?”
“n-no, I hate you, p-lease leave me- please, I b-beg you, I wont say this to a-anyone, just ple-ah- please let me go” Jisung pleads in between moans of pain and pleasure.
“look, your body loves it, your body loves me already, its just a matter of time, I will turn you into my perfect little doll and you won’t speak about leaving ever again.” Minho says, kissing jisung’s forehead, his hand moving towards jisung’s overstimulated cock, circling the tip with a finger, as jisung shuddered under his touch.
“p-please don’t touch me there, p-lease,” jisung cries out as he feels a wave of pleasure going through his body, he was reaching his climax but he didn’t wanna cum, not while minho was touching him.
But his body betrayed him as soon as minho started stroking his dick, he came with a loud moan, into minho’s hand, some spilling onto his own stomach, “n-no pl-please” he cried, feeling absolutely disgusted in himself.
“look, you love it so much, sweetheart, you would never want to leave anymore.” Minho spoke, taking his own fingers, that were coated with jisung’s cum into his mouth, “you taste so sweet for me, how can I ever let you go now?”
Minho continues thrusting, his thrusts getting faster and harder as he tries to reach his own climax, “shit baby, just wait a little okay? I am gonna breed you again, so good.” He whispers into jisung’s ear as jisung cried out because of overstimulation.
“please- no-no not inside please” jisung cries out, but minho only laughs at that before saying;
“I have already claimed you baby, nothing can stop me now”
And that’s the last thing jisung hears as he passes out.
~
The next time jisung wakes up, he is in his own room, fully clothed and tucked under his favourite blanket, he looks around if someone’s in the room, but finds no-one. And that is when he calls out;
“Minho hyung?”
And then he sees a figure suddenly appearing at the doorway.
Minho, his boyfriend of 6 years.
“you are awake, god, you scared me so much.” Minho says, rushing to jisung, as jisung held out both his hands for a hug.
“ofcourse I am awake, what did you think, that you could fuck me to death?” jisung says, giggling.
“oh shut up, don’t ever say that.” Minho speaks irritated, but with a loving tone, flicking jisung’s forehead with his fingers, “did you sleep well, my love?”
“mhm, you fucked me so good, how long was I out for, babe?” Jisung asks, kissing his boyfriend’s forehead.
Minho looks up at the clock placed above their bed, “almost 5 hours, I fucked you that good, huh?” he says with a smirk on his face.
“ofcourse you did, it was the hottest thing ever.” Jisung said, dreamingly, “the hottest part is how I don’t remember half of it, because I was unconscious, you had the entire control and I hope you took good advantage of that.”
“I am sure we’ll know about that when you wont be able to walk for the next two weeks.” Minho says, chuckling.
“you promise?” jisung asked all innocent, batting his eyelashes.
And all minho did to that was flick his forehead again.
“come on, I have made food, lets go.”
“okay, yay” jisung says, trying to get out of bed, but halting as he feels a sharp pain shoot through his abdomen.
Minho looks up at jisung all innocent before saying, “what baby? Cant walk?”
“shut up and carry me to the kitchen, big baby.”
“on it, small baby”
~
The kitchen smelled warm by the time Minho carried Jisung out of the bedroom, one arm hooked securely beneath his knees while Jisung clung lazily to his shoulders like a sleepy koala.
“You’re heavy,” Minho muttered, adjusting his grip.
“You literally go to the gym six times a week,” Jisung replied immediately. “This sounds like a skill issue.”
Minho snorted softly under his breath before setting him carefully down on one of the dining chairs.
The apartment looked completely different now compared to earlier. Bright kitchen lights, soft music playing quietly from Minho’s phone somewhere near the sink, two bowls of ramen sitting on the counter with steam curling upward into the air. Domestic. Safe.
Jisung rested his chin against the table, still visibly exhausted, watching Minho move around the kitchen while fixing their drinks.
“You’re staring again,” Minho said without looking at him.
“You tied me up for like five hours. I think I deserve to stare.”
“That is not how that works.”
Jisung grinned.
Minho finally turned around, sliding a glass toward him before leaning against the counter with crossed arms. His hair was still slightly messy, lips swollen, faint marks decorating his neck and collarbone from earlier.
Jisung’s stomach flipped a little at the sight. “You know,” he started carefully, “the whole break-in thing was kinda terrifying this time.”
Minho immediately looked up. “Too much?”
“No,” Jisung answered quickly. “No, not too much.” He paused, fingers tracing the rim of his glass. “Just… really intense.”
Minho’s expression softened almost instantly. He walked over quietly before crouching beside Jisung’s chair, resting his arms over Jisung’s thighs.
“You would’ve told me if you wanted to stop,” he said gently.
“I know.”
“And I would’ve stopped.”
“I know that too.”
The silence afterward felt warm instead of awkward. Jisung reached down absentmindedly, brushing his fingers through Minho’s hair before laughing quietly to himself. “What?”
“You’re literally insane, you know that?” Minho raised an eyebrow.
“You’re the one who asked me to commit to the role.”
“Not that committed,” Jisung mumbled.
“That’s not what you said last week.”
Jisung’s face immediately burned, “Okay shut up.”
Minho only laughed this time, the sound low and fond, before standing back up to kiss the top of his head. “Eat before your noodles get soggy.”
Jisung watched him for another second before smiling to himself and finally reaching for the chopsticks.
Maybe Saturday nights weren’t boring anymore after all.
And maybe, Jisung couldn’t wait for the next Saturday to arrive.