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Jisung might be in some deep shit.
Financially, that is.
He isn’t about to be roadkill, don’t worry. There’s no big bad alpha or even a gang leader on his ass, he’s just fucking broke.
Plain and simple. Broke as hell. He has only ten thousand won to his name and he needs to pay his utility bill next week, hahahaahaaa.
So, you might be wondering if he has a plan.
Well, there’s this website…
Yeah, a bit on the nose. But! Desperate times, desperate measures. And it’s legit, they even have an app, you know? Also, that’s where Hyunjin and Felix found Chan and Chan is the goat.
He’s literally the best bro ever, Jisung even met Changbin through him and the three of them have not only been making music together for two months but they’ve also been going to the gym together.
No one spots better than Changbin. Not to mention Seungmin and Jeongin, who came as a package deal with Changbin and Jisung loves them, they’re his babies. Everything good came with Chan.
Godspeed, Christopher.
Anyway, where the fuck was he?
Oh, yeah.
Find Your Daddy Dot Org.
He has his eyes on a certain daddy…
Lee Know. Thirty-six years old. He’s a bottom (hell yeah), an alpha (thinking about watching his knot inflate as Jisung rams into him makes Jisung’s own knot itch), 172cm tall, cat haver, and apparently can make Jisung meown with his cooking nyang~
Small hands, big feline eyes (Jisung bets he looks pretty when he cries), perfect straight nose, pouty lips, overall the hottest guy to ever grace this shit earth and Jisung needs him, like, carnally, biblically, etc, etc.
Jisung’s profile, on the other hand, is kind of… silly.
The picture he added has him with a knotted dildo pressed to his bottom lip, which makes it seem like he’s a bottom. Which, in all honesty, he is. On occasion, though.
He prefers topping, but when push comes to shove, he can and will do anything his partner wants him to do. Because he likes pleasing people, even at the cost of his own comfort. Which. Well. Therapy?
Oh god, he’s derailed again. This is what he gets for not taking his ADHD meds. Well, he can’t afford them, really. It’s been like this for a hot minute.
Ahem.
Focus, Jisung.
He matched with Lee Know, did he say that?
Well, he did. And he’s been staring at Lee Know’s message for around thirteen minutes. He counted. He actually put on a timer.
Maybe he needs to video call HyunLix.
Good idea.
He taps on Discord. The server with his best friends is already open so he starts the call.
Hyunjin joins in on the third ring.
“Vfgjkn?” Hyunjin asks.
Felix takes two more rings to join.
“Bom dia, vagabundas,” Felix says.
“Stop trying to be Brazilian, yeobo,” Hyunjin says through a yawn. “It’s too early for this.”
“You have been summoned,” Jisung says somberly. “Twink central, I need your help.”
Hyunjin groans. “Can you not call us that?”
“Yeah, have you seen Hyunjin’s gains?” Felix says.“남자.”
“Also, if anyone’s a twink,” Hyunjin says, sniffing, “that’s you.”
“Who are you talking to?” Jisung asks, pretending to be an innocent little dummy.
“...”
“...”
“Oh, wow.” Jisung giggles. “Okay, thank you, guys.”
Felix’s deep laugh echoes Hyunjin’s giggle.
“What do you need us for?” Felix asks. “I paused my Archon quest for this, by the way.”
“Can you guys turn on your cameras?”
“Hold on,” Felix says. “Babe, can you come to the living room?”
“I’m lazyyyyyyyy,” Hyunjin whines.
“Get out of bed,” Felix says. “I have your coffee.”
Hyunjin makes a little noise. “Has the ice melted slightly?”
“It’s been fifteen minutes,” Felix says. “Two more minutes and it should be good.”
“I’m coming,” Hyunjin says. “I just need to piss real quick.”
“Go piss, girl,” Jisung says in English.
Hyunjin disconnects from the call.
“Quick, tell me what’s up,” Felix says, his face popping up on screen. He grins at Jisung. “He’s gonna be sooooo mad if you tell me before telling him.”
“Ragebaiter,” Jisung teases.
Felix waggles his eyebrows. “He fucks me so well when I piss him off.”
“Must be nice,” Jisung says wistfully. “You’re greedy as fuck, though. Biblical proportions.”
“Well, I was raised Christian,” Felix points out. “Now I serve a different kind of Christ.”
“You’re not making up a religion for your sugar daddy,” Jisung deadpans.
“Not my fault his name is Christ-opher~” Felix sings.
“He didn’t tell you, did he?” Hyunjin asks.
Felix looks up at him and his entire face melts into a gooey, gross enamoured smile. Jisung fake retches.
“Pack it up,” he says, clapping. “No mushy shit in front of the baby.”
“Dori isn’t even there,” Felix says with an eyeroll as Hyunjin settles next to him. Felix wraps an arm around his mate’s shoulders and Hyunjin rests his head on his chest.
“Hi, Jisungie,” Hyunjin says. “What’s up with you, my beautiful neurodivergent princess?”
“Dori is literally on my feet as we speak,” Jisung argues. “I’m talking about Richard, though. She can sense these things. She’s too young for romance, have some shame. Some decorum, even.”
“I’m soooo demure.” Felix bats his eyelashes. “Recatada e do lar.”
“Did you just cuss at me?” Jisung asks.
Felix grins #mischiffously.
“He didn’t cuss at you,” Hyunjin says. “Now, what? Do? You? Want? It’s 10am, I should be getting fucked right now. You’re making me miss prime time morning sex ambiance.”
“There will be other mornings, baby,” Jisung says. “I’m in the middle of a sexuality crisis.”
“That ship’s sailed a long time ago, mate,” Felix deadpans.
“Are you invalidating my feelings?” Jisung accuses.
“If you’re about to come out as straight,” Hyunjin says, “I’m gonna disconnect this call and block you everywhere.”
“I’m Lee-Knowsexual,” Jisung confesses.
“What the fuck is a Lee Know?” Felix and Hyunjin say at the same time, with the same fucking tone. Couples, bro. I swear.
“My new sugar daddy,” Jisung explains.
“Wait.” Hyunjin comes closer to the screen, his pretty eyes scrunching when he squints. “You signed up for Daddy Finder?”
“Daddy Distribution System,” Felix pipes up.
“Shut up.” Hyunjin presses a hand to Felix’s mouth and yelps. “Rabid kitten.”
“Lee Know,” Jisung says, “is the love of my life, the bearer of my children. I mean, I can’t knock him up, but I’ll die trying.”
“Wait, he’s an alpha?”
“Oh my god,” Felix says. “You really are having a sexuality crisis.”
“I fuck alphas!” Jisung screeches.
“You fucked alphas,” Felix says. “You basically grew your virginity back since you broke up with that cunt.”
“He wasn’t a cunt, though,” Jisung argues weakly.
“He cheated on you with a prostitute, Jisung,” Felix counters.
“Hey! I couldn’t help him! He was in rut!”
“Do you hear yourself when you speak?” Hyunjin pipes up.
“Yes!”
“Not sure about that,” Hyunjin muses. “I think you need to take that knot out of your ears.”
“Stop shitting on sex work,” Jisung grumbles.
“I’m literally a camboy,” Hyunjin snides, “but, what the hell, sure.”
“He was a cunt,” Felix says. “Is that better? Do you feel better? Can we move on?”
“I mean,” Jisung says, sniffing, “he could’ve changed, you know?”
“An alpha changing?” Hyunjin scoffs. “Fat chance.”
“You date an alpha,” Jisung points out.
“Hashtag not all alphas, ba~by.” Hyunjin grins at him.
“Well, isn’t that reassuring?” Jisung jokes.
“Suck a knot,” Hyunjin grumbles.
“I’m trying!”
“Send me this Lee Know guy’s profile,” Felix says. “I have veto power.”
“Hold on,” Jisung says, grabbing his phone and unlocking it.
He already took a screenshot of Lee Know’s profile, because he’s always prepared and shit, you know? Lee Know. Drools. Anyway. He sends the screenshot to Felix.
Felix’s eyes widen. “You want to fuck my uncle?”
“Isn’t he a little young to be an uncle?” Jisung asks.
“Grandpa had him late,” Felix explains. “Holy shit, when did he come back? I need to text mum.”
“Wait, come back?” Jisung asks. “Where the fuck was he?”
“He just retired,” Felix says, like that explains anything.
“Retired from where?”
“MMA,” Hyunjin supplies in Felix’s stead.
“Wha-”
“He’s a UFC champion,” Hyunjin says. “Look Shadow Jaguar up.”
Information overload. Jisung needs a moment.
“Hold on, hold on,” Jisung says. “How the fuck didn’t I know about this?”
“You never asked!”
“Your uncle is famous and you never told me about it,” Jisung pouts. “Do you hate me and want me dead?”
“We usually watch his matches back in Australia,” Felix placates him. “Hyunjinnie only knows about this ‘cause he came home with me two years ago. You had that internship going on, so you couldn’t come.”
“This sounds like a plot hole,” Jisung whines.
Felix barks out a laugh. “This isn’t fanfiction.”
“Are you sure?” Jisung asks.
“Shut up, idiot,” Hyunjin says.
“So, your uncle,” Jisung says, “is about to be my sugar daddy?”
“Did you match with him?” Felix asks.
“Yeah,” Jisung says.
“He probably already shot you a message, right?” Felix asks. “Minho hyung is really straightforward, and you’re exactly his type.”
“I still can’t grasp the fact you have a hot uncle,” Jisung says. “You don’t even look alike.”
“Are you implying I’m ugly, Jisung-ssi?” Felix teases.
“Fuck off,” Jisung laughs. “You know what I mean.”
“Focus, guys,” Hyunjin pipes up. “What did he send?”
“He, uh.” Jisung licks his lips, squints. “Sent me a cat pickup line.”
Felix snorts.
“What’s the line?” Hyunjin asks.
“You must-”
“Don’t fucking tell me,” Felix rushes to say. “I don’t wanna know how my uncle flirts. Gross.”
“-be a scratching post, because I’m gonna leave my ma-”
Felix disappears from the call and Jisung giggles to himself.
bokkie
u will die
and go
to HELL
me
skrrrrr
bokkie
i’m gonna
fuck hyunjin now
u have my
blessing btw
don’t want to
know anything tho
me
how close are u w him?
bokkie
we used to be close
but then
he went to the states
and we kinda
drifted
well!
he’s back now
so yippie!!!!!
gtg
bye nya~
Lee Know
you must be a scratching post because i’m gonna leave my marks on you
me
shadow jaguar huh
It takes Minho a few seconds to reply.
Lee Know
cat’s out of the bag huh
hannie
or should i say jisung
me
u KNOW about me?
Lee Know
lee knows everything
also yongbokkie posted a picture with you last week
basic addition isn’t hard jagi
me
what the fuck
shit dori woke up
Lee Know
dori?
me
my cat
Lee Know
xxx-xxxx
send me pictures of the baby
Jisung stares at the number until his eyes go blurry. Oh my god? That easy? He doesn’t need to woo Minho? No courting necessary? No small talk? He really is the love of Jisung’s life, isn’t he?
Jisung saves Minho’s contact.
me
daddy
oh my goddddddddddd
OH MY GODDDDD
I KNEW IT
you got my brother
me
???????
daddy
i had to give dori away when i went to the states back in 2020
mum could only keep soonie
you probably know doongie
me
FELIX’S CAT IS YOUR CAT??????????????
felix gave me dori on my birthday?????????
OH MY GOD??????????
His phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call from daddy.
Jisung scrambles to pick it up.
Minho’s face pops up on screen. He looks at Jisung with wide eyes.
“Let me see him,” he urges with a giggle.
Jisung melts. He flips his camera and Dori lifts his head. Yawns.
“Aegi,” Minho whispers.
Dori perks up. He pushes himself up, crawling closer and headbutting Jisung’s phone. He’s purring. Loudly. Holy shit?
“Dori-yah,” Minho says. “Did you miss me?”
Dori meows.
“Missed you too,” Minho says. “Is Jisungie taking care of you?”
Dori meows again.
Minho giggles. “Good, are you taking care of him?”
Dori trills.
“What’s your address?” Minho asks.
Jisung flips his camera back to his face and tilts his head. “Mm?”
“Give me your address,” Minho says. “I’ll bring food.”
Jisung’s heart nosedives into his ass. “You- you want to come o-over?” he stammers.
“I need to hug him,” Minho says, eyes hopeful and Jisung never stood a chance.
“I’ll send you my address,” Jisung says.
Minho beams and disconnects the call.
me
[📍location]
daddy
i’ll be there in an hour baby
Jisung tosses his phone on the bed and runs a hand through his hair, huffing out a laugh.
What the fuck?
Minho rings Jisung’s doorbell when Jisung is snapping the waistband of his sweats around his hips.
A little context: Jisung lives in the loft right above the tattoo shop he works at, owned by his sister-in-law. Jihyo lets him stay here under the condition that he pays every bill except rent, which is a sweet fucking deal, but he’s still fucking broke.
He needs to pay his bills, but he hasn’t been able to take in many clients since his wrist started acting up three weeks ago, so that’s why he’s in a tight spot right now.
Well, sob story aside. He really, really hopes Minho is willing to be his sugar daddy.
Speaking of Minho.
Jisung pads out of his bedroom, Dori’s claws pitter-pattering on the wooden floor as he follows him, and makes a beeline for the door.
Dori headbutts his leg when he just stands there. Looking at the door. Staring at it like it’s going to pounce on him at any moment.
He heaves a deep breath and turns the knob.
Minho is standing on the other side with two grocery bags in his arms. His eyes light up when he looks at Jisung.
“Hey, jagi,” he says.
Dori meows.
“Oh my god,” Minho laughs in delight. “Dori-yah. You’re fat.”
Jisung narrows his eyes. “Are you fatshaming our cat?”
“Did I say being fat was a bad thing?” Minho asks. “You’re the one implying that.”
“Touché,” Jisung says. He opens the door wider and looks at Dori. “Dori, don’t even think about it.”
Dori headbutts his leg again.
Minho chuckles fondly. “He’s so cute.”
“Let me help you with that,” Jisung says, reaching for the bags.
“Oh,” Minho says, blinking. “You don’t need-” But Jisung is already taking the bags from him and turning around to walk to the kitchen.
He hears his door closing and Minho cooing as he sets the bags on his tiny kitchen table carefully. He smooths his hands down his shirt and turns around. Minho has Dori in his arms and he’s sniffing his head.
“Are you wearing scent patches?” Jisung asks.
“Mm?”
“Scent patches,” Jisung repeats.
“Oh, yeah,” Minho says. “Want me to take them off?”
“Only if you want to,” Jisung says, pulling at the tattered hem of his tanktop. “Dori probably misses your scent.”
Minho raises an eyebrow. “So this is about Dori?”
“Who else would it be about?” Jisung asks, feigning cluelessness. Innocent little dummy. All fake. He wants to scent Minho.
Minho chuckles, setting Dori down when he starts to act fussy. Dori scurries out of the room, probably going back to bed.
Minho grins at Jisung and breaches the distance between them. Until they’re only a breath apart.
“Take off my scent patches,” he says, tilting his head. Jisung can see the pink patch firmly attached under his ear.
Jisung swallows thickly and reaches for the patch. Minho places his hands on Jisung’s hips and squeezes, thumbing at his hipbones as Jisung rips off the patch carefully. Minho barely even twitches.
Peach cobbler fills Jisung’s nose. He almost starts drooling. Fuck.
Jisung touches the other side of Minho’s jaw. Minho purrs and squeezes Jisung’s hips again as Jisung peels the other patch off.
“Give me your wrists,” Jisung instructs softly, pocketing Minho’s patches at the same time Minho brings his wrists together and presents them to him.
Jisung kind of wants to tie him up, but he doesn’t entertain that thought, focusing on taking one of Minho’s hands in his palm and ripping the patch off.
He brings Minho’s wrist to his nose and inhales, he’s close to his gland but isn’t touching it. A chirp bubbles up his throat when Minho’s scent bursts on his tongue, his own scent peeking out and mixing with it—strawberry whiskey with a peach infusion. Fucking. God. It’s delicious, Jisung wants to drown in it.
“You can-” Minho’s voice breaks. He exhales shakily. “You can scent me properly, jagi.”
Jisung seeks out Minho’s scent gland and presses his lips to it, sucks on it. Moans at the taste.
Strawberry-peach whiskey, caramelised by want, falls over them like a weighted blanket. Minho’s scent has a heady quality to it, echoing Jisung’s own.
Jisung is so fucking hard it actually makes him lightheaded, his knot itches. He needs something to ground himself. He needs to kiss Minho, probably. Yeah, that’s… yeah.
He straightens himself up and looks at Minho.
Minho’s eyes are half-lidded, heavy with lust. He looks kind of deranged, breathing hard, bordering on panting.
Jisung doesn’t know who moves first, but they’re kissing. Desperate little mewls escape Minho’s mouth as Jisung pries his plush lips open with his tongue, wrapping his arms around Minho’s waist and bringing him closer so he can swallow every noise he makes.
Minho threads his fingers through Jisung’s hair as their tongues slide together wetly, the noise going straight to Jisung’s already heavy cock, drawing a growl out of him as he bites into Minho’s bottom lip and tugs.
Minho hums brokenly into his mouth and Jisung needs to… Fuck.
He pulls back to breathe, Minho whining in complaint but not forcing him back into it, instead burying his face into Jisung’s neck and mouthing at his scent gland, rendering Jisung utterly dumb and useless.
“Fuck,” Minho moans pathetically. “Fuck,” he pants, inhaling deep, “you smell so good, alpha.”
Jisung’s knees almost give out. He grabs Minho’s hips to steady himself, but it’s hopeless. Minho only presses harder into his neck, licking at Jisung’s gland and moaning like he’s tasting his last meal. Jisung is going to fucking come.
“Baby,” Jisung rasps. “Jagi, let me take you to bed.”
Minho whimpers. “Please.”
Jisung disentangles himself from Minho, drawing a displeased sound out of him that only serves to make Jisung’s cock twitch.
He needs him horizontally right now.
Jisung takes Minho’s hand and interlaces their fingers, tugging gently. Minho hums and lets himself be dragged, squeezing Jisung’s hand and giggling when Jisung trips on his own feet in his haste to take him to his bedroom.
Jisung is met with Richard’s enclosure when he steps into his room and freezes.
“Fuck,” he says as Minho runs into his back.
“Mm?” Minho asks into his nape, pressing a kiss to it that makes Jisung shiver.
“My daughter,” Jisung says.
Minho makes a curious sound. “Your daughter?”
“We’re gonna have to fuck in the guest room,” Jisung says. “I mean, it’s basically my studio slash jerking-off den.”
Minho giggles. “Jerking-off den?”
“I don’t jerk off in front of Richard,” Jisung says.
“Wait, Richard?”
“My gecko,” Jisung explains.
“Oh,” Minho says softly. “That’s why there’s an empty fishtank in your room.”
“It’s not a fishtank,” Jisung bristles, turning around to glare at Minho. “And it’s not em-” Minho smirks, tugging Jisung closer by the hem of his shirt. “Oh, you know it isn’t.”
Minho blinks prettily at him. “I’m trying to unleash your geek,” he says.
“You’re ragebaiting me,” Jisung corrects.
Minho hums, cupping Jisung’s cheek and leaning in. He kisses Jisung once, twice. “Semantics,” he murmurs into Jisung’s mouth.
Jisung pushes his face away. Minho tries to bite his hand. “Not in front of my daughter, you freak,” Jisung chides.
“Jerking off den, then?” Minho asks.
“Den, then,” Jisung mimics. Freezes. “Sorry.”
“Den, then.” Minho nods, grinning at him.
Jisung relaxes. “I think I love you.”
Minho barks out a laugh. “Say that when you come inside me, it’s more romantic.”
“Language!” Jisung shrieks and pushes Minho backwards.
“You have a lot of knotted dildos,” Minho notes as he looks around Jisung’s jerking-off den. “Use them often?”
“I collect them, actually,” Jisung says, shrugging out of his tanktop.
“Oh,” Minho breathes when he looks at him.
Jisung puffs his chest up. Minho giggles, inching closer to him and trailing his fingers over the red outlined ball python tattoo on the right side of Jisung’s stomach.
“You really like reptiles, don’t you?” Minho asks.
“Well.” Jisung sniffs. “Yeah?”
“Cute,” Minho says. “Let me see your arms.”
“A blackout tattoo isn’t really that interesting,” Jisung says.
Minho raises an eyebrow at him and Jisung holds his arms out obediently.
“Good boy,” Minho says and Jisung’s cock jumps, his throat emitting a high pitched sound. Minho giggles. “Mm, filing that for later.”
Jisung bares his teeth at him. Minho tuts and eyes his left arm, bottom lip disappearing into his mouth.
“Your left arm is filled with patchwork tattoos,” Minho says, running his fingers over the frilled dragon tattooed under Jisung’s inner elbow. “I’d say that’s pretty interesting, jagi.”
“I kinda feel on the spot right now,” Jisung says, his voice wobbling a little. He’s not about to cry, he just feels… unsteady under Minho’s dark eyes.
Minho slides his hands down Jisung’s arms, inching closer as he wraps them around his shoulders. Jisung hums, threading his fingers through Minho’s hair and bringing him into a kiss. Minho chuckles, wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist and pressing their chests together. He giggles into the kiss.
“Mm?” Jisung asks.
“My nipples are sensitive,” Minho whispers.
Jisung perks up. He slides his hands down Minho’s neck, his chest, his stomach. He slips them under Minho’s shirt and skates his fingers up, finding his nipples and pinching them. Minho lets out a startled moan, bucking forward.
It rattles Jisung’s brain. Makes it go static for a second.
Jisung sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
Minho looks at him with glistening eyes.
“Poor baby,” Jisung coos. “So sensitive.”
“Take off my clothes,” Minho says, sniffing. “I need you in me.”
“Mm.” Jisung cups Minho’s pecs. Fuck. They’re big. He squeezes them.
“Jisung,” Minho whines. “Please.”
“Didn’t even need to tell you what to do, mm?” Jisung teases. “Such a polite kitty.”
“Fuck off,” Minho bites, grabbing Jisung’s ass and pulling him forward. Their chests trap Jisung’s hands between them. “Do as I say before I decide I’m done playing nice.”
“Can’t really take off your clothes when my hands are trapped, kitten,” Jisung says.
“Just step back,” Minho counters.
Jisung slides his hands down Minho’s sides and grabs the hem of Minho’s grey shirt. Minho steps back and raises his arms. Jisung pulls his shirt up and takes it off. Throwing it on the floor before grabbing Minho’s hips and pushing him back until he’s falling onto the mattress with a huff.
Jisung climbs after him, sitting in his lap and looking down at him. “Hi, hyung.” he grins.
“You’re so pretty,” Minho says, running his hands up and down Jisung’s thighs.
Jisung feels his entire face flush. He presses his chin to his shoulder, rubs it. Licks his lips.
“Feeling shy, angel?” Minho asks.
“Shut up,” Jisung grumbles, but he still can’t meet Minho’s eyes.
“You’re usually submissive, aren’t you?” Minho asks.
Jisung finally meets Minho’s eyes. Glares at him.
“It’s okay, darling,” Minho says. “I love service tops.”
“I can be dominant,” Jisung says. “If you want me to be.”
“I want you to be comfortable,” Minho says, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist. He presses closer, noses at Jisung’s jaw. “Do you want to Dom me, Jisungie?”
“Honestly?” Jisung asks. “I just want to fuck you, I don’t really care about that BDSM shit. Never really did. Like, I kinda want to tie you up, but it doesn’t need to be a power dynamics thing, you know?”
Minho giggles. “You want to tie me up?”
Jisung makes a face. “Is that all you took from it?”
Minho snickers. “I don’t really care about power dynamics either,” he says. “It’s kind of restricting, I like banter during sex. Ordering someone around and punishing them is so fucking exhausting.”
“I think you’re my soulmate,” Jisung blurts.
Minho’s eyes crinkle when he laughs.
Jisung beams at him and cups his face, leaning down to kiss him. A chaste little thing that has his heart fluttering in his chest.
Minho nips Jisung’s bottom lip and giggles when Jisung whines.
“Whiny,” he teases.
Jisung nips Minho’s bottom lip in retaliation.
Minho slips his hands into Jisung’s sweats and grabs his ass. “Oh?” he says. “Are we not wearing underwear? A bit presumptuous, huh?”
“I don’t like wearing boxers at home,” Jisung says. “Makes my knot hurt.”
“Even when it’s soft?” Minho asks.
“Yeah,” Jisung says meekly. “It’s really sensitive. I can’t knot people because of it, but, to be fair, I don’t really fuck omegas.”
“Oh?” Minho says. “Why’s that?”
“I don’t know, to be honest,” Jisung says. “Like, I’m into them, I just never… dated one. And I don’t really have sex outside of relationships. I only dated once, actually.”
“Okay,” Minho says. “I’m gonna make you breakfast and you can tell me about it.”
“But-”
“Do you really want to have sex right now?” Minho asks.
“Um,” Jisung falters. “Don’t you?”
“Don’t evade my question, angel,” Minho says.
“I…” Jisung licks his lips. “Might have an anxiety attack if we fuck, to be honest.”
“Get off me,” Minho says. “I’m doing this right.”
Jisung stares at Minho.
“What?” Minho asks.
“Are you really gatekeeping sex from me right now?” Jisung asks, bottom lip jutting out.
“I’m not gatekeeping sex,” Minho says, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying to avoid a crash out.”
“Who’s crashing out?” Jisung asks.
“Didn’t you just say you might have an anxiety attack if we fuck?” Minho asks.
“Yeah, but-” Jisung bites his bottom lip, chews on it. Lets go. “I don’t know if you’re gonna like my company enough to let me hit later.”
“Baby,” Minho says, cupping Jisung’s face and caressing his cheeks. “I know it’s a fucking deranged thing to say this soon, but I want to date you. I want to court you, even. If you’d let me.”
“Felix gave us his blessing,” Jisung says.
Minho’s lips twitch. “Did he?”
“Yeah.” Jisung nods. “But he doesn’t want to know anything about it, which is fair, considering you’re his family and everything.”
“Mm.” Minho’s hands slide to Jisung’s neck. He thumbs at Jisung’s scent gland, making him shiver. “You don’t mind that I’m old?”
Jisung boops Minho’s nose. “You’re not old,” he says. “Like, yeah, you might be eleven years older than me, but I like that.”
“Do you have a daddy kink, Hannie?” Minho asks.
“What?” Jisung splutters. “Wh- waht.”
Minho giggles. “I’m fucking with you.”
“Fuck you, hyung,” Jisung whines, smacking Minho’s shoulder and making him giggle louder.
“Speaking of daddy,” Minho says. “You need a sugar daddy, don’t you?”
“Um,” Jisung says. “I mean, I don’t want you to think I want you for your money.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Minho points out.
“I- yeah,” Jisung says. “Yeah, I do. I only have ten thousand won to my name. I need to pay the bills. I fucked up my wrist a few weeks ago, and I haven’t been able to take in a lot of clients, and that’s… fuck, sorry. I’m rambling.”
“Do you want me to take a look at your wrist?” Minho asks.
“What?” Jisung asks.
“I’m a physical therapist,” Minho explains. “I can give you some exercises to help relieve the pain, if you want.”
“Aren’t you a retired UFC champion, though?”
“Yeah,” Minho says. “I graduated uni before I made a name for myself.”
“Oh,” Jisung says. “That’s hot.”
Minho giggles. “You think so?”
“I love an educated man,” Jisung says.
Minho pinches Jisung’s neck. “Any educated man?”
“Do you have jealousy problems, hyung?”
Minho makes a face.
“You do,” Jisung says, grinning as he takes Minho’s face in his hands and leans down to kiss his nose. “Cute.”
Minho meows.
Jisung huffs out a laugh and pulls back to look at Minho. “You have a mole on your nose,” he says.
“You have one on your cheek,” Minho says, poking Jisung’s cheek.
“I want to remove it,” Jisung says.
Minho gasps. “Are you insane?”
“What?” Jisung asks.
“Don’t remove my chocochip,” Minho pouts. “Please?”
“I mean,” Jisung says, sitting back in Minho’s lap. “I don’t have the money to remove it, so.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Minho says, “if you don’t remove my chocochip, my money is yours.”
Jisung raises an eyebrow. “So my mole is yours now?”
“Yup,” Minho says, grinning. “My chocochip.”
“You’re so weird,” Jisung says with a giggle.
Minho grins. “You seem to like that.”
“Why do you say that?” Jisung asks.
“Your scent,” Minho says. “You smell like happy alpha.”
Jisung grabs the collar of his shirt and sniffs it. “I just smell like whiskey.”
“Ripe strawberry whiskey,” Minho says. “With a hint of contentment.”
“You’re just saying shit at this point,” Jisung teases.
Minho slaps his ass, making him yip out a giggle.
“So,” Jisung says after a beat, “you want to be my sugar daddy?”
“I want to be your mate, actually,” Minho says. “I want to share everything with you.”
Jisung’s eyes widen. “Why?”
“Because you already have a part of me,” Minho says.
Jisung tilts his head. “I do?”
“Mmhmm.” Minho nods, sliding his hands down Jisung’s sides. He thumbs at Jisung’s hipbones. “Dori loves you.”
“You want to be with me because our cat loves me?”
“It’s so cute that you say our cat,” Minho says.
“Well, he is our cat,” Jisung points out.
“We already have a cat together,” Minho says. “I think we need to make this official.”
Jisung smirks. “Shall we consummate this union?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
Minho chuckles. “Nice try,” he says, squeezing Jisung’s hips. “But I need to feed you, get off me.”
“Aww,” Jisung pouts. “You don’t want my knot?”
“You can’t even knot me,” Minho says.
“My metaphorical knot, hyung,” Jisung says.
Minho barks out a laugh.“You can give me your knot later,” he says. “Come on, get off me.”
Jisung pouts.
Minho’s face softens. “Okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist. “Hold tight.”
“Huh?” Jisung asks, but, instead of answering, Minho just gets up with Jisung in his arms. Jisung yelps, clinging to Minho as he walks out of his office. “What the fuck.”
Minho slaps his ass and giggles.
Jisung is sitting on the counter as Minho empties the shopping bags and places every ingredient next to Jisung.
“Did you go grocery shopping?” Jisung asks.
“Yeah,” Minho says. “I wanted to make food for you. As a thank you for taking care of Dori.”
“Innocent motive,” Jisung says.
“And also because I want to win you over.” Minho grins. “The way to an alpha’s heart is through their stomach, didn’t you know?”
“You really are a millennial, aren’t you?” Jisung teases.
Minho swipes at Jisung’s head. Jisung evades with a giggle.
“No manners,” Minho grumbles. “Anyway, what do you want to eat?”
“Anything is good,” Jisung says. “I haven’t had a homemade meal ever since I went back home.”
“When was that?” Minho asks.
“Three months ago,” Jisung says, fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweats.
Minho stays silent for a moment.
“What?” Jisung asks.
Minho stalks towards Jisung’s fridge. Jisung watches in apprehension. He has nothing in his fridge, Minho will definitely regret wanting to be with him once he…
“You only have chocolate milk in your fridge,” Minho notes. “This won’t do.”
Jisung looks down at his hands, fiddles with his fingers. Inadequacy settles in his gut like a boulder. He stays quiet.
Jisung smells Minho when he stops next to him but doesn’t look up.
“Jisungie,” Minho says, settling his hands on Jisung’s thigh. “Can you uncross your legs for me?”
Jisung does and gasps when Minho spreads his legs and walks into the space they create. He takes Jisung’s face in his hands and tilts it up.
Jisung closes his eyes, a tear trickling down his cheek. He didn’t even notice he was about to cry. Fuck. He’s so embarrassing.
Minho wipes the tear with his thumb. “I’m sorry, princess,” he says. “Did I do this?”
Jisung heaves a broken sigh. “It’s not your fault.”
“Talk to me,” Minho says.
Jisung scrunches his nose. “I feel… inadequate.”
Minho searches Jisung’s eyes. “Wanna expand on that?” he asks. “We can talk about something else too, if you feel like it’s too much. No pressure.”
“No, I-” Jisung licks his lips. Clears his throat. “I’m just… very sensitive about, well, everything. Like, I’m broke, you know? My ex, uh, cheated on me. Like, I don’t know why my brain made that connection right now, but…”
Jisung scrunches his nose, gesturing unhelpfully. “Fuck, I’m not making any sense, am I?” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “He, uh, hired a rut partner because he thought I wasn’t good enough to help him, you know?”
Minho nods for him to go on, eyes gentle. Jisung gives him a weak smile and keeps going, “And he also told me I wouldn’t amount to anything, wouldn’t be able to provide for anyone, so I kinda… I don’t know, I feel like the fact I have no money to support myself will make you, well, think I’m not worth it?”
Minho presses closer to Jisung and kisses him. Jisung makes a startled noise against his mouth. “Huh?”
“I’m on rut nullifiers,” Minho says.
Jisung gapes at Minho.
Minho smiles. “What?”
“You just met me,” Jisung says. “Why do you… why?”
“You’re just… there’s just something about you,” Minho says. “I want to know you inside out.”
“You want to fuck me?” Jisung blurts.
Minho barks out a laugh. “I’m a bottom. Through and through.”
“Are you referencing Pink Heart Jam right now?” Jisung asks.
Minho smirks.
“Marry me,” Jisung says, grabbing Minho’s face and kissing him.
Minho purrs into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Jisung and letting him devour him.
“Do you still think I don’t want to be with you?” Minho asks when they pull back to breathe.
“I don’t understand why you would,” Jisung says truthfully. “Want to be with me, I mean.”
“Hannie,” Minho says, placing his hands on Jisung’s shoulders and squeezing. “I don’t do half measures, I’m either in, or I’m out. I want to be in really fucking bad.”
“You keep saying shit that implies you want to fuck me,” Jisung says with a giggle.
Minho rolls his eyes. “Do you ever think with your upstairs head?” he asks.
“Upstairs head?” he asks, affronted. “Of course I do.”
“Mmhmm,” Minho says doubtfully.
Jisung narrows his eyes. “I don’t like your tone.”
“You like me, though~” Minho sings.
Jisung pulls him back into a kiss to shut him up. Minho laughs into his mouth and kisses back.
Jisung is clinging to Minho’s back as Minho stirs the kimchi jjigae broth when he says, “Let me take you out.”
“Mm?” Minho asks.
“Let me take you out, hyung,” Jisung repeats.
“The assassination way?” Minho asks. “I’m too pretty to die.”
Jisung boinks the back of Minho’s head with his forehead. “Annoying.”
Minho giggles. “Where do you wanna take me?”
“I was thinking…” Jisung says, squeezing Minho’s middle and pressing a kiss to his shoulder before nuzzling his neck, inhaling. He smells so fucking good. “Dinosaur cafe?”
Minho laughs. “So you can woo me with your reptile knowledge?” he asks.
Jisung bites Minho’s shoulder. Minho giggles.
“You’re so annoying,” Jisung says. “But, yeah. If you want me to.”
“Mm,” Minho says, rubbing Jisung’s arm. “Okay. When?”
“Whenever you’re free,” Jisung says. “Not today, though. I want to stay at home and watch anime. Maybe fuck you, if you let me.”
“You still want to fuck me?” Minho asks.
“Honestly?” Jisung says. “I want to make love to you.”
“Make love, huh?” Minho asks, turning off the stove and turning around in Jisung’s hold. He envelops Jisung’s neck with his arms, smiles sweetly at him and leans in, bumping their foreheads together. “I like the sound of that. Food’s ready, by the way.”
“I’m not food hungry,” Jisung pouts.
His stomach grumbles just to be contrary, Jisung’s sure.
Minho barks out a laugh. “Go sit down, I’ll bring the food.”
Jisung pouts.
“I’ll let you make love to me after you’ve digested it,” Minho says. “Deal?”
Jisung pouts harder.
Minho pinches his bottom lip. “Go sit, yeah?”
Jisung lets out a long-suffering sigh but lets go of Minho and makes his way to his small kitchen table.
Jisung’s moan echoes in the silent kitchen when the jjigae touches his tongue.
Minho giggles. “Good?”
“You’re god,” Jisung says, shoving another spoonful in his mouth and moaning around it. “Fuck.”
Minho grins and starts eating.
“Seriously,” Jisung says. “Where did you learn how to cook like this?”
“It’s just kimchi jjigae,” Minho says. “Stop acting like I cooked you a five course meal.”
“Might as well be one,” Jisung says, bringing more food to his mouth. He chews. “Fuck. This is so good. You really made me meown with your cooking, damn.”
Minho’s ears go pink when he blushes. It’s so fucking cute Jisung wants to flip the table out of the way so he can kiss him. He stays in place, though, he can’t be acting crazy in front of Minho like that. Not this early in their… relationship?
“Are we dating?” Jisung asks.
Minho tilts his head. “Are we?”
“Um,” Jisung hesitates. “I don’t know?”
Minho grabs a napkin and hands it to Jisung. “You’re a mess, puppy.”
“Do you mean right now or in general?” Jisung asks. He feels a pang in his stomach, but can’t really tell what emotion he’s feeling. “Are you rejecting me?”
Minho snorts.
“Hyung,” Jisung whines.
Minho gives him a sweet smile. “Hannie, what are you trying to say?”
Jisung fiddles with his spoon. He puffs out his cheeks. Exhales. He wants Minho. He really fucking wants Minho, but he’s scared he’ll fuck it up.
And, yeah, it might be a little too soon for them to think about dating, they don’t really know each other. They literally only met a few hours ago, but Jisung has never felt comfortable around someone this fast, not like this. He… well, he might be jumping the gun a little. But… fuck.
“I want to be with you?”
Minho laughs. “Is that a question?”
Jisung clears his throat. “I’ve always liked fast burn fics, you know?” he says. “I don’t like waiting. I don’t think people need to know each other in and out for them to date, I think they just need to choose to be with each other and figure out how they mesh along the way, like, why do we have to wait if we… if we want to be together already?”
Minho stares at Jisung for a second.
He laughs. “You’re so cute, jagi,” he says, sliding his hand towards Jisung’s on the table. He offers it to Jisung, palm up.
Jisung looks at his hand. Looks at Minho.
Minho grins at him. “You have me,” he says. “I can’t wait to get to know you.”
Jisung lets out a relieved laugh, taking Minho’s hand and interlacing their fingers together.
“So… is that a yes?” he asks.
“Ask me properly, Han Jisung,” Minho says.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jisung asks.
“Yes,” Minho says easily. “Yes, baby. I do.”
Jisung’s heart goes fuzzy. “I might be a lot to deal with, by the way,” he says.
Minho smiles at him. “Aren’t we all?”
Jisung barks out a laugh. “Touché.”
“Finish your food, jagi,” Minho says, squeezing Jisung’s hand.
Jisung does but doesn’t let go of Minho’s hand, even though he’s holding his dominant one.
They’re back in his jerking-off den after doing the dishes. Minho is lying half on top of Jisung as they watch Botan Kamiina. Jisung is only half paying attention, a little too busy playing with the waistband of Minho’s shorts.
“Do you think I’ve digested my food enough?” he asks.
“Mm?” Minho asks, his voice slurring a little.
“Were you asleep, jagi?” Jisung asks.
“Ngh,” Minho groans.
“You’re so cute,” Jisung says, ruffling Minho’s hair.
Minho paws weakly at his hand before burying his face in Jisung’s chest. “Mm,” he hums.
Jisung grabs his laptop and sets it down next to him on the bed. Minho trills, throwing a leg over his lap. Jisung grunts when it brushes his semi.
“You’re hard,” Minho murmurs.
“Kinda,” Jisung says.
Minho shifts and cups Jisung through his sweats. Jisung lets out a punched out moan, hips twitching. “Baby…”
“Want me to take care of you, angel?” Minho asks, voice still rough from sleep. “Want me to suck you off?”
Jisung moans when Minho squeezes him. “Please,” he begs.
Minho lets go of him and moves to straddle Jisung’s hips. He’s right on top of Jisung’s cock and Jisung’s vision is starting to double from need.
“I need to…” Jisung says. “My laptop.”
“What about it?” Minho asks, running his fingers down Jisung’s stomach.
“It’s gonna fall off the bed,” Jisung says.
Minho laughs, but grabs Jisung’s laptop and shifts so he can place it carefully on the empty nightstand. He settles back in Jisung’s lap, grinds down on it. The friction makes Jisung’s eyes roll back. He grunts. Minho makes a pleased little sound, rocking down on Jisung’s lap. Jisung’s nails bite into Minho’s skin as he bucks up to meet him.
Jisung pushes himself up into a sitting position and wraps his arms around Minho’s waist, flipping them over. Minho goes down with a huffy little giggle that Jisung swallows with his mouth.
Minho hums, bringing Jisung closer with his legs around his waist. Jisung purrs, licking into his mouth as Minho threads his fingers through his hair. Minho nips Jisung’s tongue, making him giggle and kiss him deeper.
Jisung’s cock is fully hard now. He presses closer to Minho, rocks his hips into him, moaning when he feels the hard line of Minho’s cock against his own.
“Jagi,” Jisung breathes, pulling back to look at Minho. Minho’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes a little glassy, lips puffy from kissing. Jisung wants to eat him. “Can I…”
“What do you want, angel?” Minho asks, playing with the hair by Jisung’s nape.
“I want to be inside you,” Jisung says.
Minho smiles. Breathtaking. “You can,” he says, “but only if you promise me you’ll stop if you get overwhelmed.”
“I-”
“Promise me, Jisung,” Minho says.
Jisung sighs. “Okay.”
Minho offers him his pinky.
Jisung laughs, but curls his own pinky around it. Minho brings their hands to his mouth and kisses their locked pinkies. Jisung’s cock twitches.
Minho lets go of Jisung’s hand and sits up. “Take off your pants,” he says, pushing at Jisung’s chest.
Jisung falls backwards on the mattress with a giggle.
He sits up and takes off his pants, Minho does the same with his shorts and Jisung almost salivates when he sees his cock. It’s big. Bigger than Jisung’s, which is, honestly, a little scary. Makes you wonder…
“Do you only bottom because you have a monster cock?” Jisung blurts.
Minho stops. Stares at Jisung.
“What?” Jisung asks.
Minho bursts into laughter.
“It’s an honest question!” Jisung squawks.
Minho is still laughing. “No, baby,” he says through chuckles. “I just like being full, and what’s the point of having a prostate if I don’t get to enjoy it fully?”
“I also have a prostate,” Jisung says.
“Mm,” Minho says. “Come here.”
Jisung falls on top of him, lets Minho cling to him like an octopus.
“I want you inside me,” Jisung says, caging Minho’s head in with his arms and looking down at him. Minho raises an eyebrow. “I mean, not today. I just want to know if I can take your cock.”
“That can be arranged,” Minho says. “But don’t get obsessed with it, I don’t want you refusing to fuck me again after you’ve had a taste of my cock.”
“Smells like lore,” Jisung says.
“My ex broke up with me because I refused to only top for him,” Minho says.
“We really have bad luck, huh?” Jisung asks.
“Let’s break that curse, huh?” Minho says.
Jisung barks out a laugh. “Bet,” he says and leans down to kiss him.
Minho is in Jisung’s lap, squirming as Jisung circles his rim with two slicked up fingers. The grip Minho has on Jisung’s nape is almost painful, but Jisung has always been a bit of a painslut, so he revels in it.
“Put it in,” Minho breathes against Jisung’s temple.
Jisung hums, dipping only the tip of his middle finger inside. “Like this?” he asks.
Minho headbutts him, making him giggle. “Give it to me,” he says. “Please.”
Jisung licks his lips and slides his finger inside. Shit, Minho’s kinda loose. It makes Jisung’s knot itch.
“Did you fuck yourself before coming here?” Jisung asks.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Minho says. “Your pic made me so fucking hard.”
Jisung preens. “You liked it?”
“I pictured you sucking on the tip of my cock,” Minho says. “You look like you’d stick your tongue out before wrapping your lips around it.”
“You could tell that by my selca?” Jisung asks.
“Wishful thinking is a powerful thing, darling,” Minho says, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s sweaty hairline. He giggles. “Salty.”
Jisung melts. Minho shifts, tilting Jisung’s face up and kissing him as Jisung starts pumping his finger in and out of him. He moans when Jisung crooks it. There. Jisung rubs the bundle, Minho mewling into his mouth and rocking back into it.
“You can add another,” Minho rasps. “Please?”
Jisung pulls his finger out and slides two home. Minho is so warm, Jisung can’t wait to feel him grip around his cock.
Minho purrs, sinking his nails into Jisung’s cheeks. “Plush,” he says, giggling. “Squishy.”
Jisung bumps his nose against Minho’s cheek. “You’re so cute,” he says.
“You’re cuter,” Minho counters, pecking Jisung’s mouth. He fucks back on Jisung’s fingers, making them slide deeper inside him and drawing a breathy moan out of him. Jisung can feel his own precum sliding down his skin. Fuck.
Jisung spreads his fingers inside Minho, feels the give of his hole and groans. Minho giggles, sliding his hands to Jisung’s neck and kissing him as Jisung scissors his fingers inside him.
“Lube,” Jisung says after a moment. “More lube.”
“You like it messy, huh?” Minho asks. “Want me to slick for you?”
“You have an omega kink?” Jisung asks.
Minho barks out a laugh. “Just trying to adapt to you, alpha.”
“I don’t want you to be an omega,” Jisung says. “I like that I need to prep you.”
“You like putting in the work?” Minho asks. “How manly.”
Jisung snaps his teeth at him, making him giggle. “Feisty,” Minho says, booping Jisung’s nose.
Jisung tries to bite his finger. Minho lets out a delighted little laugh that makes Jisung want to devour him. Whole. Devour his hole, actually. Ngghhngh.
Jisung pulls his fingers out and grabs the lube by his side. He pours a generous amount on his hand, tosses the bottle aside and spreads the lube over his fingers, coating them evenly with his tongue poking out of his mouth.
Minho pinches his tongue. Jisung makes a face at him.
Minho coos. “Cute.”
Jisung rolls his eyes and grabs Minho under his ass, lifting him up a little. Minho hums, wrapping his arms around Jisung’s shoulders and gasping when Jisung stuffs him with three of his fingers.
“Mm,” Minho moans, relaxing into it. “Yeah, like that. Fill me up, alpha.”
Jisung shivers, spreading Minho’s asscheek so he can fuck into him leisurely. He spreads his fingers, closes them, pumps them in and out until Minho is clawing at his shoulders and begging for his cock.
“Please, Hannie,” he pleads. “Please, I want you. Want you so bad, please.”
“Yeah?” Jisung asks.
“Mmhmm,” Minho moans when Jisung teases his prostate. “Please.”
Jisung pulls his fingers out and moves so he can place Minho on the bed carefully. Minho purrs. “You’re strong,” he says with a contented hum as Jisung settles on top of him, wrapping himself around Jisung and looking up at him. He scrunches his nose. “Didn’t expect that, you’re a twink.”
Jisung pinches his hip, making him recoil with a giggle. Jisung laughs. “I go to the gym almost every day,” he says, leaning down and licking Minho’s cheek. “Focus mainly on my arms so I can manhandle cute little bottoms like you.”
Minho bats his eyelashes. “You think I’m cute?” he asks coyly.
“The cutest,” Jisung says.
“Then fuck me,” Minho goads.
“I’m supposed to make love to you,” Jisung points out.
“Make love to me later,” Minho says. “Wreck my hole, daddy.”
Jisung sputters out a laugh, but shifts, propping himself on one arm as he reaches for the base of his cock, hissing when his hand closes around his knot. Fuck. He pushes forward, biting his bottom lip hard as he feels Minho’s hole give into the pressure as he slides inside him. Just the tip, but it’s overwhelming. The heat, the tightness, he’s gonna lose it.
Minho pulls him closer with his legs, his cock sliding further inside him, drawing twin moans out of both of them. Jisung can feel every ridge of Minho’s hole around his cock. He’s in fucking Heaven.
Minho slides his hands down Jisung’s sides, squeezes his hips. “Fuck me,” he says.
Jisung grunts as he bottoms out. Minho clenches around him, making him grunt deep in his throat again. Minho grabs Jisung’s face and pulls him down into a kiss.
Jisung shifts, supporting himself with his forearms by either side of Minho’s head as he pulls out halfway before ramming into Minho’s tight heat, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. Minho gasps, legs flexing around Jisung’s hips.
“That’s it,” Minho says when Jisung thrusts into him again. “You’re so good.”
Jisung looks down at him. Minho smiles dazedly at him.
“You’re not drooling,” Jisung points out.
Minho giggles, sliding his hands down Jisung’s body until he’s grabbing his ass. “You better up your game, then.” He squeezes it.
Jisung growls and breaks loose, fucking into Minho with abandon. Minho tosses his head back and moans so loud it rings in Jisung’s ears, urging him on.
Jisung’s thighs ache with the effort, but he soldiers on, fucking Minho at a pace that has Minho letting out overwhelmed little whimpers every time Jisung nails his prostate. Minho is squirming under him, nails biting into the skin of Jisung’s ass as Jisung pounds into him.
“Fuh- ngh, baby, alpha,” Minho gurgles. “Close, so close. Please.”
Jisung sits up and grabs Minho’s thighs, looking down at Minho’s cock and biting his bottom lip as he watches it bounce uselessly against Minho’s perfect little tummy.
He picks up the pace, as much as the position allows, and moans as Minho’s knot inflates. He wraps his hand around the base of Minho’s cock and squeezes, Minho crying out as he paints his stomach with his cum. Jisung fucks him through it.
“Please, sensitive,” Minho whimpers.
Jisung lets go of his cock and pulls out.
“No!” Minho protests, bringing Jisung closer. “In me, please. Come in me, alpha. Pup me, please.”
Jisung groans and slides back in, only halfway, and starts fucking Minho like that. He folds Minho in half and starts a rabid fucking pace. Minho mewls, shaking under Jisung as Jisung takes his fill.
Jisung can feel his knot inflate and pulls out so only the tip is inside and spills inside Minho’s hole with a drawn-out groan, doubling over.
He sits back after he’s done and Minho’s legs fall on the bed. Minho starfishes and lets out a giggle. “Wow,” he breathes, overwhelmed. “Wow.”
Jisung chuckles, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Fuck.”
Minho giggles, winded. “Yeah.” He pushes himself up on his elbows. His face is a fucking mess. Flushed, wet. Jisung’s cock twitches, his knot throbs. “How do you feel about felching?” he asks.
Jisung barks out a laugh. “You want me to eat my cum out of your ass?” he asks.
“Maybe,” Minho says, blinking his glistening eyes prettily at him.
Jisung never stood a chance.
“Get on your hands and knees, jagi,” Jisung instructs.
Minho rolls on his stomach and gets on his knees. Jisung’s eyes zero in on his hole. Fuck. There’s cum dribbling out of it, sliding down his skin. Jisung groans and dives in, licking a stripe from Minho’s taint to his hole. Minho threads his fingers through Jisung’s hair and moans when Jisung sucks on his hole, tasting himself on his tongue and whimpering.
Jisung laps at the mess before fucking his pointed tongue inside Minho. Minho hums, pushing back into Jisung’s face as Jisung eats him out.
“Hungry?” Minho asks as Jisung keeps going.
Jisung grunts and pulls back, sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth with his hand. He sighs. “God,” he says, closing his eyes and swallowing thickly.
He hears the covers swish as Minho moves. Minho cups Jisung’s face. Jisung flutters his eyes open.
“Doing good?” Minho asks.
“Yeah,” Jisung rasps.
“No imminent threat of an anxiety attack?” Minho asks.
Jisung chuckles. “I’m fine, baby,” he says, pulling Minho into a kiss. “I promise.”
“Mm,” Minho hums, pecking his mouth. “Good. Let’s shower now, yeah?”
Jisung pouts. “You don’t want to bask in the afterglow?”
“Fuck that,” Minho says. “There’s drying cum on my stomach and the texture makes me want to throw up.”
Jisung giggles. “Okay, let’s shower.”
“I don’t think we’ll both fit in there,” Jisung says, looking at his tiny shower as the water heats up.
Minho pouts. “You don’t want to be glued to me?” he asks, wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist and nuzzling his jaw. Jisung melts into him.
“It’s just not very practical, kitty,” Jisung says. “Also, you need space to clean your ass.”
Minho pouts harder.
Jisung smiles fondly at him. “Go wash off, jagi,” he says. “I’ll be here.”
Minho lets out a long-suffering sigh but does as Jisung says.
Minho meows forlornly after a moment and Jisung shakes his head with a laugh. “Baby, no.”
Minho meows again, sounding even more wounded.
Jisung is so weak. He follows him into the shower.
Minho looks at him with a pleased grin as Jisung steps closer to him. “Knew you see it my way,” he says, pulling Jisung closer and kissing him.
Jisung huffs, sliding his hands down Minho’s back and grabbing his ass, pulling him into his chest. Minho purrs. “Wash me?” he asks.
“Turn around, kitty,” Jisung says.
After they’re done showering and dressed up, Jisung takes Minho to his room to properly introduce him to Richard.
She’s lounging on a tiny tree bark. Jisung coos. “Isn’t she cute?” he says, looking at Minho.
Minho smiles at him. “So cute,” he says, not taking his eyes off of Jisung.
Jisung snorts. “I meant Richard, hyung,” he says.
Minho blinks. Jisung giggles and turns back to the enclosure. He opens it and starts making kissing sounds. “Come here, aegi.”
Richard blinks, flicking her tongue as Jisung offers his hand to her. She bumps it before crawling into it. Jisung coos, taking her out carefully.
He shows her off to Minho.
“Look.” he grins. “My baby.”
“Doesn’t Dori try to eat her?” Minho asks.
“Dori is scared of her, actually,” Jisung says, scratching Richard’s head lightly. “Wanna hold her?”
“Uh,” Minho hesitates. “Sure.”
“Is kitty scared?” Jisung teases.
“Fuck off,” Minho bites. “I’m just scared of dropping her.”
Jisung is so fucking fond of him.
“Cute.” Jisung giggles. “Give me your hand,” he instructs softly.
Minho offers his hand to him and Jisung coaxes Richard onto it. She’s a little wary at first, but then she’s crawling onto Minho’s hand and climbing up his wrist, Jisung cups Minho’s hand so she doesn’t fall.
“Woah,” Minho giggles. “Tickles.”
Jisung grins up at him. “Yeah.”
Minho coos at Richard. “She really is cute,” he says. Then looks up at Jisung. “You’re cuter, though.”
Jisung scrunches his nose. Richard chirps. Jisung takes her back into his palm and places her onto the tree bark again.
She disappears after a moment.
Jisung looks at Minho and grins. “Anime?”
“Mmhmm,” Minho nods.
They settle into bed, Dori crawling on Minho’s lap as Jisung turns on the TV. Minho coos down at their cat.
“You’re so cute,” he says. “I missed you.”
Jisung presses a kiss to Minho’s shoulder. Inhales him. Minho purrs.
“What do you want to watch, hyung?” Jisung asks.
“Honestly?” Minho says. “I kinda want to nap on you.”
Jisung blushes. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm,” Minho says. “I need to do something first.” He takes his phone out of his pocket. “Send me your bank account information. And how much you owe.”
Jisung gapes at him.
Minho raises an eyebrow. “I’m your sugar daddy, aren’t I?”
“You-” Jisung licks his lips. “Really?”
“Yeah, Jisungie,” Minho says. “I want to provide for you. Let me do this.”
Holy shit.
“Okay,” Jisung says and grabs his phone.
Minho hums as he transfers the money to Jisung. He’s going to pay Jisung’s bills. Is this real?
“Done,” Minho says after a second and tosses himself on top of Jisung. “Let’s nap.”
“Hold on,” Jisung says, grabbing his phone. “I need to pay my bills.”
“Quiiiiick,” Minho whines.
Jisung chuckles and goes into his bank account.
His eyes almost bug out of its sockets.
“Hyung,” Jisung says. “This is too much.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Minho says, rubbing his face into Jisung’s neck.
“Hyung…”
“Shhhhh,” Minho says, patting Jisung’s chest. “Let me do this.”
Jisung gulps. Shit. “Okay.”
He pays his bills. A lot of money is still in his bank account. Fuck.
“Let’s nap, angel,” Minho says.
Jisung squirms, still staring at his balance.
Minho laughs and takes Jisung’s phone from his hand.
Jisung squeaks, but Minho swallows it with his mouth. They kiss until Jisung relaxes under Minho.
“Doing okay?” Minho asks.
“You’re insane,” Jisung breathes out with a chuckle.
“Mm,” Minho hums, burying his face in Jisung’s neck. “Nap.”
Jisung sighs, wrapping his arms around Minho. He’s still a little wired, but listening to Minho’s breath evening out pulls him under a few minutes later.
Jisung wakes up with a start when Changbin starts screaming.
It takes him a second to realise it’s coming from his phone. LOL. That’s the ringtone he set for Changbin, he almost forgot.
“Ndjsndjdk,” Minho groans.
“Sorry, hold on,” Jisung disentangles himself from Minho and reaches blindly for his nightstand. His hand closes around his phone and he picks up the call.
“Yo,” he says, pressing his phone to his ear as Minho cuddles up to him with a purr.
“Han Jisung,” Seungmin says.
“You’re not Changbin,” Jisung points out, carding his fingers through Minho’s hair absentmindedly.
“I’m in his body,” Seungmin says.
Jisung scrunches his nose. “Gross.”
“Pup,” Changbin whines.
“Shh, hyung,” Seungmin says.
Jisung wants to kill himself.
“Are you really fucking right now?” he asks.
“I’m a bottom,” Seungmin says. “In case you forgot.”
“I mean,” Jisung says, “you fuck Jeongin, don’t you?”
“Only because Changbin is up my ass most of the time,” Seungmin says. “I can’t come if my prostate isn’t being stimulated in some way.”
“TMI,” Jisung says.
Minho grunts, hiking his leg up Jisung’s thigh. Jisung hums, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“You’re not alone,” Seungmin notes.
“Mmhmm,” Jisung says.
“Wait, he’s with someone right now?” Changbin asks. “Turn on FaceTime, puppy.”
“Why would I?”
“Kim Seungmin,” Changbin warns.
“Yeah?” he says coyly. He yelps. Jisung hears a scuffle and barks out a laugh.
Seungmin disconnects the call.
Starts calling again.
Jisung rolls his eyes and picks up the call.
Changbin’s face pops up on screen. “I wanna see them,” he says.
“Hyungie,” Jisung says, flipping the screen to Minho.
Minho hums and lifts his head up.
“Oh my god,” Changbin says. “You’re dating Lee fucking Minho? The Shadow Jaguar? Jisung?!”
“What?!” Jisung hears a shriek in the background.
A hand pushes Changbin away and Jeongin’s face comes into view. “Holy fuck, you are.”
Jisung flips the screen back to him when Minho hides his face in his chest, ears flaming.
“Why did you call?” Jisung asks.
“Don’t fucking try and change the subject!” Changbin yells.
“I’ll tell you all about it later,” Jisung offers. “Why? Did? You? Call? Quick, I have a kitty to cuddle with.”
“You can’t cuddle him,” Changbin says, pointing a finger at him. “We have movie night in an hour, did you forget?”
“Shit,” Jisung says. “I can’t go.”
“What do you mean you can’t go?”
“Minho is really warm,” Jisung explains.
“Bring him along,” Changbin says.
“Wait,” Jisung says. “For real?”
“Are you kidding?” Changbin says. “He’s a UFC champion, aegi. I need to spar with him.”
“You’re not sparring with my boyfriend,” Jisung deadpans.
“Just a little bit?” Changbin pouts.
“No,” Jisung says. “Behave and we’ll come.”
Changbin rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
“We’ll be there in an hour,” Minho says, taking Jisung’s phone from him and tossing it aside. He crawls into Jisung’s lap and kisses him.
“Hello?” Changbin says.
“Turn off that phone if you don’t want to be traumatised,” Minho calls back.
Changbin yelps and the call disconnects.
Jisung giggles into Minho’s mouth.
“You introduced me as your boyfriend to your friends,” Minho says, kissing the corner of Jisung’s mouth.
Jisung falters. “Shouldn’t I have?” he asks.
Minho kisses him once, twice. “I’m gonna make you come in a minute,” he says, crawling down Jisung’s body.
Jisung doesn’t even last thirty seconds.