#mnsng

18+ MDNI | Minho x Jisung | dry humping, slick, heats

Thinking about Jisung who shocks everyone by presenting late as an Omega when his Omega boyfriend Minho's heat triggers his first.

Thinking about whining Jisung who doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s 26, this shouldn’t be happening to him. Crying into Minho’s shoulder as the older omega works on helping him through it, trying his hardest to ignore his own heat symptoms.

it’s minsung and i found it on ao3; it’s a non-idol au where jisung is in a relationship with a male oc and minho is his pining best friend. they go to a bar or a club as a group with the rest of skz and meet up with ji’s bf. minho steps out and then shortly after ji’s bf and a woman come out flirting. minho confronts them and hits bf, at which point ji and the rest of skz interfere. ji and the bf break up and minho takes him home, where they confess.

Pirate Captain Minho x Prison Guard Jisung

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"We both know this will end in blood," Minho drawls from where he lounges on the cold ground of his cell. He's speaking to Jisung, the guard that's been stationed to him for the duration of his stay in the royal cells. He wasn't much younger then Minho, but his large prey like eyes gave way to how sheltered the boy had been. Barely had time to see anything in the world.

By the age of Twenty-Eight, Minho had sailed across the ocean and visited hundreds of ports. He'd lain siege to dozens of ships, boarding them to loot, and killing anyone that dare get in his way. Minho was Captain of a crew that would stand by him through anything, all loyal and willing to die under him if they must.

That was until the Royal Guard arrested him in a back alley after they had pulled into port. Cornered like a rabid dog Minho hadn't gone down without a fight. His sword ran through at least three of the men, bringing them to their death there in that alley before they were able to get a solid grip on him.

It had taken three full grown men to still him. They had paraded him through the streets to the castle doors where he had been thrown to the ground across from the kings thrown. He took out another four men in that room before leaving a large gash over the King's right eye.

"No it doesn't," Jisung answers him softly, his eyes flicking between Minho and down the hall where other guards were leading a patrol.

"Yes it does," Minho says, voice firm. His eyes stay locked to Jisung's face, the boy visibly squirming under the gaze even after so many weeks together.

Jisung's eyes snap back to Minho, holding steady against his own for the first time since they met. "No. It doesn't."

It's later that evening after a meal is fed to both Jisung and Minho that Jisung speak again. "Being positioned here is a prison sentence in itself." Minho stayed silent, watching the boy as he picked at the porridge he had been fed. "I don't get to leave either, just the illusion that I can." The boy is standing and bringing his meal to Minho, a beef stew with real bread that Minho can smell from across the room. "I'll see light the day you're taken to be hanged, then stuffed back down here with some other poor soul." He slides his full tray over to Minho, sitting on the ground across from the bars.

Minho moves slowly, till he can pull the tray into his own reach. The stew is still steaming and the first bite has a moan escaping his throat. He eyes Jisung carefully as he eats, trying to figure out what the boy is planning because he is planning something. Jisung stares off with his eyes glazed over down the long corridor.

It's after their trays are taken away for the evening when Jisung knows they will not be visited again that he speaks. "We're getting out of here," he says, twisting the key in Minho's cell lock. "Your ship still sits in the harbor, but none of your crew have been brought in." He quickly moves to a trunk in the corner, pulling out cloaks for them both to wear. Jisung sheds his plated armor, stashing it under the hard mattress he'd been sleeping on for years. Minho's eyes traced down his back, snagging on Jisung's waist. He steps carefully, bringing a hand up to rest on his waist, holding firm in it's spot as he reaches around to grab a knife from the chest Jisung is digging in.

Thinking about soft around the edges nerdy Minho, that everyone thinks is just the cutest little thing. He shows up with bruises from time to time; pushing away everyones concern. They all think he's being bullied and as the weeks go on he's still arriving around campus with bruises. Sometimes he tries to hide them, but most of the time he just lets the purple and green skin show on the surface.

Jisung knows him from across the room in his Lit course. They don't interact outside of quick hello's or thank you's in class, never having been pair or grouped together for any discussions.

They've danced around each other over their time at the university. Never quite being in the right place at the right time. Always passing each other by.

It's only after Jisung attends an underground fight attached to Changbin at the hip that he really sees Minho.

Only this Minho is standing tall, incredibly toned, and beating the absolute shit out of the man in the ring with him. They catch each others gaze between rounds of the fight.

Okay but what if Jisung is attending an Armoured MMA fight, having a grand ol' time hooting and hollering with his friends. Letting Felix goad him into barking at the people fighting as swords and shields clash. It's love at first sight for him when Minho removes his helmet smiling.