Hoshi_Aoi
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“Jisung. My dick. Is out,” Minho snarls.
Jisung makes a strangled noise. “What—what are you—”
“Knitting a fucking sweater. What do you think?”
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Minho’s plan was simple: jerk off, send a nude, move on. What he didn’t plan for, however, was sending it to Jisung—or getting one in return. Now they're locked in a gradually worsening sex spiral, fueled by mutual avoidance and an alarming lack of impulse control, and Minho’s doing his best to act normal while everything inside him slowly catches fire.
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“What the fuck, man.” Minho yanks his arm back and pulls all of his limbs onto his mattress. He can’t bring himself to look. “Who are you and what are you doing under my bed? Get the fuck out before I call the cops.”
“Wait, no, please.” A small, pitiful voice responds from below. “I just– I’m a demon, okay, but don’t make me go back. Please. I don’t want to go back to Hell. It’s too hot there and it sucks and everyone is so mean. I much prefer it here. You keep it at a cool 68 degrees all day. Air conditioning rocks. Can I stay, please?”
(or: there is a sexy demon living under minho's bed... you'll never guess what happens next)