《Minsung one-shots》Red lights (⚠️smut⚠️)
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Whoah I just read over it again and the pacing is awul.......😧........I don't have motivation to rewrite or change the story so we have to live with this now I guess.
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It's been another arwfully boring day for Jisung without his boyfriend Minho. Normally the two boys would have some alone time in the evening but since stray kids would soon have their comeback, the couple had to sacrifice those hours.
Minho would always come back late from the dance studio, leaving his boyfriend alone at home.
Jisung sighned deeply while massaging his temples. Especially in times like this he really needed his boyfriend as a stress-reliever but life seemed to be against the squirrel these days.
He couldn't take it anymore. Minho always came back home so late that he would be to tired to play with the younger.
But this time Jisung wouldn't let his boyfriend sleep. He had a clear goal in mind. This goal simply was to get layed by his boyfriend tonight no matter what he would have to do for it.
He knew his boyfriend liked to take control over him. Minho had a kink for dominance so he would probably enjoy seeing his little boyfriend all chained up. Jisung remembered that they still had all the mv equipment from "red lights" laying around.
Jisung knew their leader kept them in a box in his room.......for personal reasons.
He quickly ran up to Chans room, searching for the big carton box filled with chains and handcuffs. After a few minutes he finally found what he was searching for.
Now it was time to prepare everything. Jisung still had some time before his beloved boyfriend would come home....
Minho felt sore. He had been practicing all day long. All he was longing for in this moment were the cuddles of his cute and innocent boyfriend.
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It was already late so he expected Jisung to be peacefully sleeping as he opened the door of their room.
What he saw left his jaw hanging open.
There he was. His cute and innocent boyfriend. Chained up onto their own bed wearing nothing but a choker and handcuffs.
"Hyungieeee you are baaackk", Jisung squealed happily, bouncing up and down on the mattress.
".....B-baby what are you doing?"
"Hyung what is this reaction? I wanted to surprise you", Jisung pouted.
".....Well yes I am indeed surprised", Minho chuckled.
"And?"
"And what?", Minho asked.
"Do I look fuckable?"
Minho gasped. He slowly approached the younger and placed himself beside him, leaning his head close to the others neck.
"You look like a lot of fun", Minho whispered into the boys ear.
Jisung could feel Minho's breath tickle his neck as the atmosphere around them grew heavier.
Minho's lips sank onto the soft skin of his boyfriend. He kissed all over his neck, gently sucking on his adam's apple.
Jisungs mouth escasped soft whimpers which soon turned into heavy moaning which was caused by the older grinding his hips onto his ass. Jisungs head felt clouded and all he wanted in this very moment was Minho's dick inside of him.
"Hyung p-please put it inside", Jisung cried out.
"Be patient baby"
"Ahh I- please! H-hyungg I need it now inside of me- please ahh", the younger panted while tears started to stream down his face.
He was so needy for his boyfriend and already as hard as a rock.
Minho finally loosened his pants before his erected dick sprung out. Minho was pretty big. Not too big but above average.
"I- I don't need to be prepared hyung...I already did it by myself earlier", Jisung stuttered.
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"Such a good boy", Minho pulled Jisung by his choker giving him a soft peck on the lips before pushing him back down.
"Y-yes hyung I am a very good boy mmh.......I prepared everything alone", Jisung smiled proudly.
Without any further warning Minho roughly pushed himself into the younger, making him cry out loud.
"Gosh Jisung you are so tight", Minho groaned as he started to move his hips in an up and downward motion.
Jisungs wrists started to hurt because of the hadcuffs but he couldn't care less right now.
"Sungie I am not gonna last long with you looking like that"
"Mmhh me too hyung, me too"
Minho moved his hips upwards, hitting the youngers prostate with every thrust.
"Be a good boy and cum for me Sungie"
Seconds afterwards the two of them released and Minho pulled out of Jisung sloppily.
Both of them panted hard while lying beside each other.
"Baby we have to shower", Minho said after a few minutes.
"I don't want tooo", Jisung cried.
"So you want to sleep all sweaty and chained up in your bed?"
Jisung nodded after shutting his eyes close.
"Aiishh Sungie I thought you decided to be a good boy today.....now come on or do I have to carry you?"
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here you go💕 It's probably a little different from what you expected but I tried xD
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