minsung how they should be
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“When no one was looking, I used to pluck a berry. Take it away, hide somewhere no one could see. Bite. Taste it on my tongue,” she leans closer, bringing their faces together.
When they share a breath, Minhee continues. “You smell like that. Sweet enough to make me greedy, Jisung,” Minhee finishes, her voice unwavering.
OR: The kingdom is at threat. A knight guards Princess Jisung's door. Jisung gets more out of the arrangement than she expects.
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Jisung was keeping the volume on his phone pretty low, just in case Changbin’s neighbors didn’t approve of his music choices, so he heard when someone next door stumbled out onto their rooftop, clearly on the phone.
Jisung sunk deeper in the water, not wanting to eavesdrop on the stranger but not able to escape overhearing the broken “fuck you too” and the sobs that followed it. Jisung winced, hoping the neighbor would turn around and head back inside, but it sounded like he had sat down on one of the chairs, his crying a bit more muffled now, as if his head was buried in his hands.
Jisung slowly reached for his phone, wanting to silence his music on the off chance that the neighbor stopped crying and heard him. The trellises blocked the view of next door from the hot tub, so as long as Jisung was quiet, the neighbor would never know that Jisung was intruding on a private moment.
Except of course his stupid finger slipped, and instead of pausing the music, he cranked the volume all the way up.
“Shit,” Jisung fumbled with his phone, finally getting it to shut up, but the silence that followed alerted him to one very important fact. He could no longer hear the neighbor crying.
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Minhee denies Jisu's orgasms for weeks at a time, edges her whenever she gets a chance, and revels in the way Jisu's desperate clit twitches with every touch. Whenever Jisu cries through another denial, Minhee will condescendingly remind her that she asked for this.
Jisu hates it. Jisu loves it. Jisu always wants more.
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“Hi, Jisung,” Auntie Lee Know said, in a soft voice that belied her sharp face.
In a move that belied that voice, she kicked Seungmin with the weapons on her feet until he squeezed up against Hyunjin as far as he could, and then she perched on the edge of the booth.
“Um,” Jisung said. Gulped.
“Never seen you around before.”
Facing across from him, she leaned her chin on her closed fist and brought her blood-red lips into a sly smile.
“Oh fucking brother,” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes. He’d seen this before.
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