17 Works by Sweetpudding
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Someone else was there.
A presence to his right and Jisung’s pulse skipped in the worst possible way.
“Well,” Minho drawled, leaning casually against the wall beside him “that’s a pretty uncomfortable position.”
“No shit” Jisung hissed, still struggling.
“Fuck off” the other vampire snarled over his shoulder. “Find your own dinner.”
Minho laughed. A soft, airy giggle that absolutely did not belong in an alley where someone was about to die.
Jisung honestly wondered if he was hallucinating.
Pinned to a wall by a vampire he nearly killed, and another immortal one appears like this is some sick comedy show.
“Did you miss me, Jisung?” Minho asked, tilting his head with a small pout.
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”Yours is probably bigger than that.”
Jisung’s eyes slowly lifted from the screen.
Minho huffed a laugh, casual and easy, but his fingers tightened ever so slightly on Jisung’s hip. Enough for omega to feel it.
Minho craned his neck toward the couch and wiggled his brows. “Wanna find out?”
“Absolutely not” Changbin shot back. “I enjoy walking.”
“Yeah” Chan added a second later, like it had just occurred to him “you’d need to take off work for the entire week. And you can’t afford that.”
“Not for a week” Hyunjin added suddenly, a little too casually. “More like three days.”
Jisung shifted, sitting up slightly as he turned toward the group on the rug, laughter still lingering on his lips.
“You wouldn’t know that” he said lightly, the joke forming before his brain could filter it. “It’s not like you guys fucked.”
The laughter died.
Not in a funny way.
A movie night that led Jisung to acknowledge his feelings. Well… more than usual.
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Jisung tugged the shirt free, already pressing it to his nose before his brain caught up.
And froze.
Because it wasn’t caramel.
It wasn’t Chan.
It was mint.
Not sharp, antiseptic mint - the kind he usually hated. Softer. Fresher. Like mint tea still steaming on a wooden table.
He inhaled again, greedy, and fell flat onto his back. The fabric was crushed to his face, his lungs filling like they hadn’t worked properly in years.
“Oh my fucking god.”
Just Chan’s mistake leads omega Jisung to develop a mint addiction. -
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“ Lee fucking Minho?” Jisung blurted, blinking in confusion.
It had to be a dream. Or a fever hallucination from too much instant ramen. But no - standing in front of him, was the Lee Minho. Korea’s heartthrob. Actor of the year. Walking Gucci campaign. The dude who made crying in a drama look sexy.
Minho didn’t even flinch. Just huffed out a breath, eyes darting to the front window.
“Hide me.” His eyes flicked to the door “ now.”
They’re falling in love in a convenience store. That’s the plot.
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“Five days in Jeju?” Minho asked, like he was mentally preparing for war.
Jisung nodded.“Five days. Sun, sea, and proving I’m the best damn mate you could ever have.”
Of course you are.
Minho huffed a quiet laugh and leaned in, brushing his lips against Jisung’s cheek.
“Good luck, alpha” he whispered. “You’re gonna need it.”
And the bastard smiled like it was a challenge.
Series
- Part 2 of Trial run
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SYNTHETIC SLICK - CUSTOM SCENTS. Get the rut you want, no strings attached. Satisfaction guaranteed.
His hand hovered over the close button and…paused.Custom scents.
He blinked. Breath hitched. Slowly, Jisung drew his hand back out of his sweats and sat up, heart thudding.
The ad expanded in soft pink pastels, a glossy form blooming across his screen. A scent builder - top notes, undertones, warmth, sweetness, spice.
Every detail.Jisung ran a hand through his hair, tugging once at the roots. His eyes darted to the hoodie slung over his closet door.
Minho’s hoodie.
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“I promise I’ll call if I need help. Now, go. What is he going to think if he walks in and smells you all over me during my heat?!”
“Don’t worry. If he runs away, we’ll know it wasn’t because of your personality this time” Seungmin said with a wink.
Minho huffed, rolling his eyes as he swung the door open.
And stopped dead.
“Oh, fuck - ”
The scent of dark, rich chocolate hit him like a punch, thick and intoxicating. His mouth went dry, pupils dilating as his eyes snapped to the alpha standing just outside. Gorgeous. That was the first thought that registered before his brain caught up.
”…you.”
Jisung stood there, one hand raised mid-knock, his brows shooting up comically high as his wide eyes flickered between Minho and the six alphas practically pressed behind him. He leaned back slightly, glancing at the apartment number beside the door as if he wasn’t sure he was in the right place. Then his brows furrowed before a slow, cocky smile tugged at his lips.
“Oh, damn. Should I have brought backup too?”
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- Part 1 of Trial run
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“What the hell are you talking about?” Jisung’s voice wavered. He scrambled back until his spine hit the wall.
The man sighed dramatically, and with a flick of his wrist, a scroll materialized in his hand. Jisung’s breath caught in his throat.
The stranger cleared his throat before reading aloud, his voice echoing through the room:
“God help me. Anyone help me. Please.”
Then, shoving the scroll under Jisung’s nose, he pointed at the bottom. “Look. Your name’s right here.”
Jisung’s eyes locked onto the thick, black cursive. Han Jisung.
His stomach twisted.
“You shouldn’t throw your words in the air like that” the man tsked. “You might end up summoning something.”
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You want somebody who can touch you like I did by Sweetpudding
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
20 Feb 2025
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Hyorin’s cold gaze snapped to him, her brow arching in question. “Are you alright, Jisung?”
He met her stare with his sweetest smile. “Never better”
Minho pushed harder, rubbing against him.
„Your face is red” Hyorin said again.
Minho smirked when his dick twitched with another press of his foot.
That fucker.
He cleared his throat again, trying his best to stay calm „Must be the wine”
Jisung’s hand flew under the table, gripping Minho’s ankle to keep him still - or he might just let out a pornographic moan in the middle of this business dinner, right in front of everyone. In front of his fucking wife, whose piercing stare hadn’t left him.
Or maybe - the most twisted, secretive part of Jisung’s mind wanted it.
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“What do you mean it doesn’t work?” Minho’s voice cracks, his palms sweaty as he fights the urge to wipe them on his jeans.
“It doesn’t work” Mrs. Baek says, adjusting her gold-framed glasses. “Your suppressants are failing.”
Failing.
His knee bounces uncontrollably.
Five times Minho allows himself to be an omega.
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Three’s the charm, right? Jisung’s fingers hovered over the screen, eyes fixed on the number for a good few minutes. His thumb lingered over the call button, numb with hesitation, before he tapped in.
„ Did you know elephants purr like cats?” He blurted as soon as the call connected, giving the person no time to greet him.
„ Do they?” A man’s voice replied, intrigued. “Are we talking a house cats or wild cats?”
Every night, before his feet slipped past the railing, teetering on the edge, Jisung called Minho.
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„I want him to bend me over that bench and fuck me stupid.” Jisung said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His eyes lingered on Changbin who was pressing dumbbells above his chest.
Minho raised a brow „In front of all those people?”
„Yeah - whatever it takes. If you help me get his number, I’d even let you watch” He shot back, catching his lower lip between his teeth.
Minho scoffed, shaking his head „I think I‘ll pass. Thanks for considering me, though - don’t ever do that again”
Jisung leaned against the wall and took a large gulp of water, his eyes still tracing over Changbin’s muscles. ”I bet he has a big dick. Do you think he’d let me suck it?”
„For someone so shy, you have a really filthy mouth” Minho said, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the younger’s dumbstruck expression, his mouth slightly hanging open. “Alright, another set - ten reps this time. Come on Sung - I don’t have all day”
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„How long are we together?”
“Five weeks” Minho murmured.
“Five weeks? You were lying to them for five weeks?” Jisung brows raised.
“You were sexting with the 64-years old Earl for weeks. People make mistakes” Minho hissed.
Jisung came here for a boyfriend who didn’t exist and Minho? He is desperate for a boyfriend - any boyfriend, even a fake one.
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Seven minutes and 36 seconds. That was how long his self-control lasted.
Puppym00 joined the chat
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“What name do you want me to write on the cup?”
Really?
Jisung could’ve let him have this one peaceful day, really, but as he glanced over his shoulder and saw the irritated look on Minho’s face, along with the marker in his hand, his brain couldn’t resist.
“Write..baby” Jisung said, smirking.
“Baby?” His brows raise, his voice dripping with disbelief.
Oh, Jisung was definitely going to have fun with this.
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8884 kilometers in a straight line, 5520 miles, 13 hours and 20 minutes.
1149 kilometers, 713 miles, 2 hours and 25 minutes.
8322 kilometers in straight line, 5171 miles, 10 hours and 30 minutes.
Minho meets Jisung in three different countries and each time he falls in love with him a little more.
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In his life Seungmin only hates four things.
One - when his coffee is too sweet, because one pump of caramel syrup is not enough, two is too much so it needs to be exactly one and a half pumps of caramel to satisfy his taste.
Two - mismatched socks. Why? Who the fucks knows, sue him for being perfectionist, it just irks him off.
Three - frat boys, obviously. Who (beside Felix) likes frat boys?
Four - Lee Minho.