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“And so I looked at the camera”
“There was no camera”
“Well there should have been,” Jisung quips. “—anyway” he drags the word out, the sass dripping from him “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.”
Jisung was acting up more than usual tonight. Clearly hungry and telling a simple story about work that he’s treating like it’s an episode of the office.
“That’s your little straight show you watch when nobodies around” Minho had said.
“Excuse me mr i like to hike at 7am in the morning, i don’t know what’s fucking straighter than that” Jisung hit back just as hard.
It was his most recent hyper fixation. He was on season 6. He started watching it 2 days ago.
“And so I looked at the camera” he repeated whilst giving Minho a pointed look as he completed the sentence. Daring Minho to try talk back to him again, his scent teasing a sour lime twist to the calming frozen yogurt the alpha usually exuded.
Minho looks over to Jisung quickly, gives him a shrug, telling him to go on. He was driving, so he couldn’t give much more of a reaction, maybe like poke him in the eye. He has to settle for this though. Keeping his eyes on the road and hoping to some god that they arrive at their destination soon.
“Do you even care about the story I’m trying to tell?” Jisung starts, Minho had no clue what had gotten into him, “Do you know what? I’m phoning Felix to tell him I feel threatened by your presence right now” Jisung’s voice only growing higher in volume, the sour lime becoming suffocating the longer the whiney alpha carries on.
“Woah! Hey, hey, hey, don’t phone Felix!” Minho begs with alarm in his voice, “Fuck, he still hasn’t forgiven me from the time you told him I wouldn’t make you Jajangmyeon at 3am”
“And rightly so”
“Jisung, please, we’re literally so close to the Sushi place, we’ll have food soon” Minho looks over wearily to his hungry boyfriend. He softens his tone, creating an easier space for Jisung to finish his story. Lessen whatever stupid tension had built between the two out of something so trivial as a story.
“Continue on with your story, baby, you were looking at the camera” Minho voices, whilst tightening his hands around the wheel. He aimed to sooth the alpha with his scent, honeysuckle dripping from the blueberry.
“Yeah uh— ugh shit“ The alpha hummed, his nose twitching at the calming pheromones.
“What?”
Minho doesn’t get an urgent answer, he sniffs the air, the alpha’s scent was somehow guilty. The omega’s eyes gamble to look toward his boyfriend. Only round orbs look back at his own, Jisung’s cheeks dusted pink with a bashful expression.
“Uhm…I’ve forgotten my story”
The omega tightens his hands on the wheel with a harsher grip than before, if it was even possible. The leather burns against his calloused hands. He focuses on breathing through his nose as the whites of his knuckles stretch.
Silence filled the car for a minute, save for the low hum of the heating system blowing through the air. The mix of blueberry and yogurt masked any tension, the scents melting from the anxieties of their earlier excuse of a hangry argument.
It was almost inevitable that Jisung became antsy, his fingers itching to fiddle. Twisting the nobs for the radio stations, he failed to find a suitable sound for the mood. Minho himself was becoming irritated from the lack of food they’d eaten today. Normally Minho was on top of that sort of thing, but with renovating the new apartment came other priorities. A forgetful mind.
“Just plug your phone in” Minho sighed, “let me hear that song you were talking about last night” he suggested, anything to ease Jisung’s anxiety. He often became prisoner to his own brain.
The memories of the night prior fill his mind. Both men were lying in bed when Jisung mentioned it. The omega had been sitting up against the headboard reading a book with a small baby of an alpha laid half on his thighs whilst the Jisung’s legs lay across the bed. Taking up the majority of the bed, as usual.
Jisung couldn’t sit still for too long, it wasn’t an issue. Minho always catered to his needs.
“I wrote a song about you today,” Jisung had said, staring blankly at the ceiling, one hand above his head trailing his fingers over Minho’s tummy.
The tickle had been soothing, he often liked being petted by the alpha. Doted on.
Minho’s scent had spiked with interest immediately. It wasn’t often he spoke about the music he was working on, nevermind songs that came from such a personal place.
“Yeah?” Minho answered, he tried to level his voice, didn't want to make too big of a deal of it. He didn’t want to scare Jisung off when he was being so vulnerable.
“It was when you were fixing the lightbulb” Jisung sighed, “something about it was so adorable”
“I don’t understand how that inspired a song, bug, how can you even make a song out of that?” The omega teased. A defense mechanism.
“Because” Jisung answered with ease, “you’re my muse”
Minho felt his cheeks heat up, his entire body, nevermind the shy scent that surrounded them.
“I can literally write anything about you, it’s easy”
Minho’s scent spiked at that.
Jisung had perked up after his nose sought out the smell, the childlike smile almost instantly spread across his face.
“Oh, is my omega happy?”
“Fuck off”
“You smell happy, baby”
“Go choke”
Jisung laughed his deep, loud laugh, the yogurt laced with streaks of strawberry as he continued to embarrass Minho.
“My pretty omega loves the thought of alpha writing songs about him, knowing he’s alpha’s muse” Jisung’s smile was cocky, Minho wanted to wipe it off.
It wasn’t long before the omega had the alpha pinned down, his hands locked in place beside his head. Minho watched his smile slowly fall into something more lax, his mouth hung open slightly.
“Your pretty omega can also pin alpha to the bed and fuck him so hard he’s begging for a knot”
Jisung’s scent instantly shifted, almost becoming suffocatingly sweet. Minho could taste the sweet arousal wrap around his tongue.
“Yeah you can” The alpha released a breath. Not even denying it for a second. Starry eyes staring back at him, clearly electrified at the thought.
Jisung pulled Minho down at that point, the events of that night so clear in the omegas mind. The thought of it causing a burning stir in his belly. Jisung was warm, oh so warm wrapped around him. Breathing him. Ruining him.
“—Minho” Jisung pulls him out of his daydream.
“Huh?” Minho turns to look at the alpha.
“The lights green jagiya”
“Oh— fucking fuck” Minho swears looking forward at the green glow, pressing his foot down on the exhelerator.
They pass by the tall buildings, the same sights they see daily. Passing through the remaining traffic lights without much fuss, except the change of scent in the air.
Minho knew his own had sweetened, trying to calm his mind by focusing on the road. Except the images of Jisung laid bare underneath him plagued his mind. Stretching his neck to the side, he sighs slightly. A small puff of air escapes his taught lungs.
Jisung’s finger twitches at the sound, Minho could see from his poriferal. The scent fills tension wrapped around them like a dance, both remembering the intense night they shared. A smoke signal coded for only them, their scents the beacon to the others attention.
“I can smell you Jagiya”
“Let’s just pick up dinner, Jisung-ah” Minho sighs, “we’ll be home soon enough”
“Jagiya, please” Jisung begs.
“No, darling” the omega tries to sound comforting, “can’t”
“Minho”
The alpha voice turns Minho’s body rigid. His back straightens against the car seat. Jisung only uses his real name under serious situations, it wasn’t often the omega heard his government name on the alphas lips. He preferred pet names, words more affectionate. His soft baby. Only when he had to use his alpha voice during Minho’s heats and he was being a brat.
His scent was sickly sweet by this point, a strawberry milkshake that thickly lay on the omegas tongue. Minho swears when Jisung gets himself worked up enough his scent veers more into that of an omegas. It turns Minho on so much, twisting his gut, almost a double knot that couldn’t be undone until he had a taste of the alpha. It gave him some sort of power switch, the way his alpa often referred to him as the opposite sub gender if he really lost himself enough. Minho can’t deny it did something for him, the thought of him being Jisung’s alpha for once.
“Minho” Jisung sighed again, almost a whine. “Want you. W-want you to fuck me here.”
Minho swerves on the road.
“Jisung-ah” The omega warned. The palm of his hands burning, the grip Minho had on the leather wheel enough to burn through the layers of his skin.
“Want you… Alpha”
Minho slams on the breaks.
“Wow you’re a really dangerous driver” Jisung muses.
“Jisung, you can’t just say that! I’m driving!” Minho’s voice cracks fuelled by anxiety.
“Not very well”
“Jisung.”
“If Felix knew about this he wouldn’t let me in the car with you”
Minho shakes his head with a smile, a giggle threatening to erupt. His boyfriend’s reactions never fail to take him by surprise.
Thankfully their preferred sushi restaurant lay slightly more secluded than the city, the roads empty of any other cars. He drives them into a layby, parked rather haphazardly, only their breaths could be heard and sweetened scents be felt as Minho pulls on the brakes.
“Please?” Jisung whispers out of his peripheral vision.
Looking toward his boyfriend his breath stops.
Golden skin, soft and sun kissed from a trip to the beach they’d both shared a couple of days prior. The sun favored Jisung, maybe because he was a distant relative, a cousin to the ball of light. The illuminated heat danced on his skin and decided to exist there. Minho would too if he could, he can’t blame the UV rays much less be jealous of them. The alpha sat cowering against the passenger door, his eyes big and round as the sun.
“Come here,” Minho instructs “Come here and sit on my lap baby” he pauses, takes a shaky breath.
“Alpha’s gonna make you feel good”
Jisung visibly shivers, his intake of breath quivering, quickening and his eyes lustful as he takes in the man before him.
“I-is..” The alpha stutters and the omega yearns.
“It’s okay?” Jisung asks, finding his words but they only come out as a whisper. Minho feels his heart sting at the question. His alpha, still a little unsure of his own preferences, wonders often if he should feel the way he does. Likes the things he does.
His inner omega took to the label better than he’d ever imagined. Believed the feisty personality would outright reject the notion of being referred to as an alpha. But no. God no. His omega preened at the name.
“Of course baby, you know it’s okay”
A pleased scent of strawberry swirled yogurt wraps around them in the car.
Jisung moves.
His movements are quick and uncoordinated. Slipping on the seat as he makes his way, clumsily chasing the need for his boyfriend's lap.
Minho manages a soft huff out of his nose in response to the man in front of him. He can only imagine the look in his eyes, if he were a third person looking in at the scene unfolding. An outer body experience. How sickly sweet the sparkle in his eyes shines. If it were one of his friends he’d probably verbally abuse them.
Landing not so graciously, Jisung is finally in his lap. His beautiful alpha.
Minho knew his alpha was whinier than most. His alpha was sensitive. Some may say a posteromega, but he was Minho’s alpha. And he wouldn’t change that for anything, no matter how unknown his subgender was. The man, the person in front of him was so much more than that. Subgender came second, it was never important. Sure his omega looked and yearned for the kind of alpha Jisung was, it’s feisty and unpredictable nature only feeling settled the second his scent enveloped him.
“Minho,” Jisung whines, pulling the omega from the depths of his thoughts. “Touch me, please”
Jisung’s mouth presses against his ear, soft murmurings and pleas fill the sound.
Grabbing onto the alphas tiny waist, Minho licks a strip up the others scent gland. Strawberry shortcake.
Minho moans against the skin, the rumble passing through Jisung enough to feel the aftershock. The scent is a level of sweet that makes him speechless for a second. A juicy red dream and seeds pressed against the sweet top layer.
“So greedy baby” Minho exhales, “can’t even wait 10 fucking minutes to pick up our food,” his teeth scratch the soft skin where his lips press, no longer hungry for sushi, his sweettooth getting the best of him. Who said skipping to desert wasn’t polite, he was about to become even worse with his manners.“-had to make me take you on the side of the road, do you want others to see you, alpha? Taking my omega cock?”
Jisung whimpers, whilst nodding his head. His hair tangled upon the strands of Minho’s own. Any part of them intertwines wherever they can.
“Want’it”
“You can have it baby, just say the word”
“Please, alpha”
It was that easy. Minho felt his own underwear dampen, the slick thick enough to transfer through to the car seat. He knows Jisung could smell it, the blueberry so sickly sweet it likened to that of a syrupy pie. He could feel Jisung’s nose sniffing around, the smell of the slick reaching the man who has his nose stuck in Minho’s hair.
“Hmmm, good boy” Minho hums, a low rumble in his throat. He smooths his hands down toward Jisung’s ass, his calloused hands meeting the plump area over his sweats. He rubs his hands over the plump roundness for a second, smoothing and squeezing the area whilst he hums, just immersing himself into Jisung.
“Hyung should kiss me” Jisung suggests, a pout pulling down his bottom lip. “Hyung smells so good” he groans this time, his alpha voice seeping through slightly.
Minho lets his head fall back against the headrest, looking up toward the man in his lap. Jisung was going to kill him. He knew this, fuck he’d probably give him the knife. But it didn’t fail to capture him every time the alpha caught him off guard.
Jisung’s eyes are a bright hazel, illuminating against his own honey skin. His fangs present from where they were pushing into Jisung's plump bottom lip. His alpha is still very much present between the two. They both know Jisung’s alpha would sometimes act out, not so in tune with Jisung himself. There were a couple of occasions Minho could count on his own hand, where he found his own head pressed into the bed and his hips forced up in the air by Jisung’s alpha. Not taking to their roleplay very well.
Minho was never scared though, nor was he worried. Jisung knew he could handle him. Just like Jisung would handle his omega during his more feral heats.
He likes staring at Jisung. No, scratch that, he loves it. His face beautifully encapsulates his inner self, matching the warmth within him. He measures beauty in kindess, and Jisung’s outmatched any soul on the planet he had the pleasure of encountering. His doe eyes encased the omega. The memories of the day they met are always present, without fail. The little chocolate chip on his neck, a kiss placed by himself in another universe. He kisses it again, somewhere in a distant universe the mole is a smidge thicker.
Jisung shifts where he’s sitting on Minho’s lap, becoming impatient. His hands tensing and untensing around Minho’s shoulders. His hips slowly initiate a roll, his bulge just rubbing against Minho’s. He’s barely even grinding, his hips trying to bounce against the bulge below him, whimpering at his failed attempt at friction. The omega holds his hips in a vice grip, anchoring him to the spot unable to move.
“Oh baby, look at you humping at me like a bitch in heat.” Minho smirks, a patrionising tone that makes Jisung’s breath hitch.
“What a pathetic attempt Jisung. Go on sweetheart, hump at my cock.”
Jisung whines, pushing at the omega’s shoulders. His pitch only escalates, a higher level than Minho’s used to. His hips fight against the iron grip but to no avail, Minho’s too strong for him.
The omega decides to give Jisung an ultimatum, he’ll go easy on him for now. He can see the alpha’s eyes becoming hazier by the second.
“Baby, either you ride me here” Minho catches the alpha's eyes, holding the hazel lights captive in his own stare.
Jisung whines in annoyance.
“-or”
Jisung’s eyebrows raise, Minho has his attention again.
“You move your pretty little butt into the back seat for hyung and he can fuck into your tight little hole the way you love it”
As quick as Minho gets the sentence out, the horn blares from the car into the quiet distance, Jisung accidentally pressing against it with his leg. The alpha navigated at a speed that he could barely contain himself. A couple of ‘fucks’ and a ‘stupid fucking steering wheel’ fall from his mouth.
Minho chuckles at his alpha, so clumsy in his movements. No control over his legs, flailing and dancing in the air. Rubbing his elbow at the whack he received from the middle dashboard. So desperate and determined to be fucked. The fondness he holds for that man can’t ever be replaced.
Shaking his head, Minho exits the car through the driver door, he’s sure he heard Jisung moan at the fact he didn’t think of doing it himself. He looks around him, only for a brief second to ensure they’re alone. The silence that watches him back confirms they have it all clear. He takes a breath of fresh air, the crisp breeze he inhales fuel him to open the door to the back seat.
Fuck, Jisung looks devourable.
The sight is nothing short of prey finally in the line of sight of its predator. His eyes drooping with lust, legs spread open in a bowed position.
The smell of arousal that flows from the car almost has Minho drunk, like a tsunami of strawberry yogurt kissing his senses. Even the possibility of another omega catching a whiff of the scent has his jealousy raging, fuck it even any alpha or beta. If it was up to Minho, and you know what? It is. That chance will be non-existent.
The alpha in front of him catches on, the jealousy likely souring his own blueberry scent not going unnoticed. It always caused Jisung’s nose to riggle, the augmented determination in his eye egging the omega on.
“Hurry up, alpha” Jisung teases, his voice thick with pure lust. “Or else a much stronger apha might come to breed me first”
Minho grits his teeth, clenching his fists until his nails press against the skin. A growl erupts from his throat, something ferocious and unpleasant to the ear. The greed smothering him with the simple implication of someone else catering to his Jisung. Admittingly the toxicity that stems from his possessiveness over Jisung does worry him sometimes, he’s never felt anything like it before with another person. A dying need to claim and to own. Fire igniting in his chest, he almost makes himself choke with the burnt honeysuckle pouring out of him.
He watches Jisung’s eyes pop as he pushes his way into the backseat. Slamming the door closed behind him for good measure. It was time for Minho to teach Jisung a lesson, hold him down and fuck into him until he’s crying thick tears. Fuck him full with cum, over and over, bitch him until he no longer can form a knot.
“Can you l-lock the doors?” Jisung mumbles under Minho’s stare.
Minho has to blink repeatedly before Jisung’s request actually settles in. His silence only encourages Jisung to keep talking.
“Just in case... to be safe”
“But now I need to…” Minho groans, “ugh I need to lean over” He complains but still continues to follow through on Jisung’s request to keep them safe.
He manages to lock the doors in the car, probably the smartest thing that should have been done subconsciously. He finally faces Jisung once again, forcing himself into the alpha’s space.
Jisung looks inconceivably small against the door opposite from Minho, Jisung’s eyes looking up into his own. The alpha gulps on whatever drool is about to be brought back up onto Minho’s own fingers, decorating his chin in that beautiful sheen shine.
“Open”
What a good boy. Jisung opens his mouth on command, his wet tongue lay over his bottom lip. Minho smirks, almost huffs to himself at how easy it is.
He places two fingers down on Jisung’s tongue, pressing against the muscle until the younger’s throat begins to constrict. Tight noises tangle with the spit. The drool coats over the omega’s index and middle finger, dripping down past Jisung’s pretty bottom lip. A vision of absolute sin.
Minho gathers up the spit with his fingers, rubbing them up and down until they gather enough.
“Look at you, drooling all over my fingers.” Minho taunts, lives for the flash of want in Jisung’s eyes.
“All because you can’t get wet. Tell me. What kind of omega can’t even produce its own slick?”
Jisung’s breath hitches, a whine stuck in his throat as his eyes become wet with humiliation, tears sparkling on his lash line. He tries to speak but ultimately nothing comes out. He sniffles, a tear drops on the round of his cheek, if it weren’t for the sweetened arousal of strawberry milk that Minho wants so badly to guzzle down, he would think he’d struck a sore spot.
“I-i’m not a good omega” Jisung’s voice cracks, “n-need to be better for hyung”
Jisung is fishing for validation far too early, but then again, right on time. He does this, rarely wanting Minho to fall into his trap but if he receives confirmation prematurely. It barely burns so beautifully for him as it would when his voice is breaking as he cums from Minho’s omega knot and the degradation.
“Take your joggers off” Minho ignores Jisung’s previous comment, and gives him an instruction instead. Jisung is good at following them, he’s keen to please and fulfill his partner's needs. Minho raises to give the younger room, his left knee raised and knelt on the seat whilst the other leg is holding him up standing on the floor mats.
Jisung refuses to take his eyes off the man looking down at him, a sign of playfulness. He removes his joggers, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers too. Removed them both in one go, as best as he can with the minimal space they have.
Minho loves watching him move in desperation, his little mouth slightly open as he pants through his movements.
“Wanna suck hyung off” Jisung whispers after removing his bottom half, his struggling eyes finally setting on Minho’s face. Both of his hands ringing in the material of his tshirt, an incomprehensible need shaking through his body and a zealous look in his eye.
Minho feels a feral urge to dominate the alpha, no longer able to deny Jisung from getting exactly what he wants. Just because the act is also a win for Minho is neither here nor there.
He smirks down at Jisung, hooks his thumbs into his own sweats and boxers, pushing both sets down his thighs and hissing at the waistband catching the head of his cock. The friction electrifies him, his cock pulsing in steady sets at how hard he is. The wetness between his own thighs doesn't go unnoticed either, almost forgetting how much slick Jisung cultivates from him. His boxers stick to his thighs, the slick soaked through completely, the effort incredibly difficult trying to remove them.
“Oh f-fuck, hyung you smell heavenly” Jisung moans deep in his throat, his eyes closed as he inhales the fruity mix between both of their smells that fills the inside of the car.
Minho hums, his breath shorter than what it was before he removed his own garments. He’d be lying to say his own smell doesn’t stir a little heat in his gut. It’s not even that he’s attracted to his own smell but what’s attractive is how abysmal the effect Jisung has on him. Enough that the blueberry wetness has now dropped halfway down his thighs and soaking the material still placed there.
He startles the younger, grabbing the hair on the back of Jisung’s head and pulls him toward his cock. Seeing the shock and excitement in Jisung’s eyes is unsettlingly satisfying, his face so animated he can’t hide his feelings for a second. Once Jisung understands what’s about to happen, he grabs the back of Minho’s thighs, his fingers threading with the slick that covers the meaty muscle.
He shuffles himself even closer toward Minho’s cock, his own bobbing against his stomach. Feeling satisfied in his position, he looks up expectantly at the omega, a beautifully trained ‘can i?’ swimming through the glass of his eyes. Minho feels the alphas smooth fingers massage the back of his thighs, only facilitating a fresh gloop of slick to drop down and lather his fingers. God his fingers must be soaking.
“Pinch my arse if it’s too much, gonna fuck your little mouth”
Jisung only shakes out a quick nod, but Minho curls an eyebrow. Jisung knows he won’t settle for non verbal confirmation.
“Yes, hyung”
“Hmm” Minho runs his fingers through his hair, not before he tightens the grip, pulling a beautiful whine from Jisung, “so good” he smirks.
With Jisung’s mouth already open, Minho feeds his cock through the whine leaving the alpha’s lips. Only the tip is pushed between the pink rosebuds, the colour of both compliments the other. Minho thinks his cock was made to fuck this mouth suckling around him. Jisung is already pushing a great effort with drool around his chin, it’s almost pavlovian how automatic his actions are with his mouth full.
“That’s it baby, suck” Minho instructs, his stomach tensing from the pleasure. It’s awe inspiring watching the alpha get lost in the action. On one particular suck, Minho groans as Jisung’s careless teeth graze the sensitive head. It’s something the omega lightly admits drives him up the wall.
He pulls Jisung’s head back, his cock falling out between the wet lips. Jisung aims to pull against Minho’s fingers, chase the one thing he’s focused on. Minho’s quicker though, almost jerks the alphas neck with the harsh pull to his poor strands.
“Watch it” Minho growls down at the alpha, his chest vibrating with heat and excitement. As hard as he had to push Jisung, nothing quite bloomed like the elation of the alpha being stubborn, a challenge for Minho.
“P-please” Jisung whimpers, his chin still glistening with drool, making no attempt to wipe it away. “M’good”.
“Is it good to use your teeth?” Minho lowers his voice as he speaks.
Jisung looks up with a puzzling expression, the poor thing probably couldn’t even remember using his canines.
“Be good for hyung, open your mouth and just take it” Minho’s tone hardens by the end of the sentence, searching Jisung’s eyes for any hint of objection. Nope, still that dumb alpha haze in his eyes.
Jisung opens his mouth again, his tongue flat on his bottom lip. The stars have formed some sort of alliance together in Jisung’s eyes, a glistening promise of ‘i won’t let you down’ and ‘i can be good’. Only further obstacles for Minho to manage and overcome.
Minho hopes so, there’s only so much punishment he can carry out in the backseat of a car.
Nails dig into the back of his thigh, a reaction as Minho sets a decent pace with his hips. The sting of the first layers of skin breaking is intoxicating, his mind winding between contrasting ends of pain and pleasure. The slick is still dripping, coating Jisung’s fingers in the blueberry scent. Rubbing the slick into the cuts crafted by the point of Jisung’s claws.
Minho throws his head back, a particularly sharp spark of a flame spreading up his spine. Jisung has always been gifted with his mouth, carrying out the act like some sort of art. He’s perfected the playbook that is Minho, he didn’t just study it, he fucking wrote it. Every rub of his tongue on the underside of his cock, he could even feel the ridges of the taste buds drag underneath the sensitive skin. The small puffs of air exiting Jisung’s nose and kissing the trimmed hair on Minho’s pelvis. It drove Minho insane, absolutely all of it.
“Perfect mouth, baby” Minho whispers into the air above him, Jisung might not even hear him, "doing so good now".
His hips don’t give way, only picking up speed the more he hears the alpha below him spluttering with the force of the thrusts. The head of his cock now hitting the back of Jisung’s throat. He can feel the walls of his throat try to constrict around him, the warm heat sucking Minho in further and further.
The steam layering the windows catches Minho’s attention, an undeniability of what’s happening inside the vehicle. He wonders if he were to lick the steam, if the flavour on his tongue would match that of the blueberry and strawberry flavour mixed in the air. His mouth waters, and the pressure in his stomach builds to the surface.
He lets Jisung off his cock for a second to catch his breath, easing the tight grip on the black wavy strands. He massages the scalp, providing a soft touch to hopefully confuse the alphas sensations that are coursing through his body.
“Is it good, Minho? Am I good?” Jisung asks, though his voice is rather rough.
“Mhm, doing so well Jagiya” Minho smiles, the praise being received beautifully, the stars in Jisung’s eyes glowing with joy.
“Wan it” Jisung slurs, sniffing the air around him, “wan it in my throat, p-please”
Minho takes a breath, closing his eyes, slowly counting to ten to keep his thoughts steady. His hands tingle, the words pulling Minho impossibly closer. How can Minho deny his alpha of anything? When he asks so prettily?
The fresh hopeful haze of strawberry that Jisung radiates only has Minho falling further into the void.
“Okay, jagi, okay” Minho agrees, a softer voice escapes him than intended. His fondness always seems to find a way out from within him with Jisung, he couldn’t control it. “What do you do if it’s too much?”
Not expecting the alpha’s next movement, Minho yelps as he’s pinched extra hard on his thigh.
“Mother fucker” Minho says with a scratchiness to his voice.
His hard eyes focus on Jisung’s, the latters eyes dancing with levity. The hazel glow still very much present, it just makes Jisung that much more beautiful. His mouth hangs open, like he’s ready at any point to fill himself up. Again, he should punish him right now, but he can’t find the heart to.
So he shoves his cock into the alpha’s mouth instead.
Jisung grabs onto Minho’s thighs with urgency, his nails pressing into the marks made earlier. Minho loves ending the night supporting Jisung’s marks over the expanse of his body. Claimed by his alpha, bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the moment. He yearns for it.
The pace of Minho’s thrusts are unforgiving, Jisung’s wet cheeks not only sourced from the drool but his tear ducts. Snot covers the stubble over his top lip. The younger tightens the hold on Minho’s thighs again, signaling something, to the omega. When Jisung pushes his own head down the bare area of Minho’s shaft, does he remember what his alpha asked of him.
Untangling the strands between his fingers, Minho moves his hand further down toward the back of the alpha’s head and pushes him down.
Jisung’s nose is brought forward flat upon Minho’s pelvis, the omega feels a satisfied sense of pride wash over him. Watching his alpha take his cock with such fruition. Minho won’t lie, Jisung was much less coordinated and skilled when they met, but Minho trained him up to his liking.
A muffled groan breaks free from the omega’s mouth, Jisung makes good work of his throat constricting around Minho’s cock. The wet heat suffocates the head of his cock and Jisung tries to take it even further.
“F-fuck Jisung, your mouth” Minho breathes in, “made for my cock baby”
Jisung moans, which only causes more pleasure for Minho. The two connected through physical synergy. A vibration running between them, thrumming a hum so rich and deep underneath their skin. He’s sure if a cut was made across his skin, he would even bleed jisung, the boy who lives in his bloodstream. Laced through his star crossed dreams and late night vulnerable confessions.
The thoughts surfacing in his brain were soon dissipated into dust, his deep rooted feelings were shattered into a million pieces. He feels Jisungs hands creep further up his thighs until he’s massaging the cheeks of his ass.
The sensation melted him. Enough fat for Jisung to keep his fidgety hands busy with, he was proud of the plump figure he had and maintained. Jisung had something of an obsession with the softness of Minho’s body. Such a plump and sweet figure, one of a perfect stereotypical omega. Jisung always praises him, pointing out how he’s got the perfect body to grow their pups. How the roundness of being bred would suit him best. Minho liked it way more than he let on.
It was all fun and games however until he felt a finger scoop up the remnants of slick in the crack of his ass, the digit teasing against his sensitive hole. The alpha can’t help but press against the fluttering rim, just until it threatens to break through, but as soon as the pressure is there, it’s gone.
Minho’s head falls forward until he’s looking below at the man on his knees. An annoyance present in the way his eyebrows furrow because why won’t Jisung just put it in. He has no business teasing Minho like that, only to be a shite bag and coward out. Jisung’s doe eyes shine back at him, a smirk in the sparkle as his nose tickles Minho’s trimmed hair. The little shit knew what he was doing, but the suspense of it was too addicting. Minho’s breath hitches as the finger returns to its ministrations, finally the tip pushes past his rim, wriggling its way in an easy glide. The blueberry slick has created the perfect balance of both ease and friction. The feeling only creates more slick, now soaking the seat of the car.
“A-alpha” Minho whispers as his eyes close to the wave of pleasure rippling through him. Losing himself in the moment and leaving their world for a miniscule of a second. He takes a back seat to his instincts, indulging for a second. The wet heat circling his cock, so wet and warm, whilst the build of the pressure in his eyes shocks his spine. One nip is applied to his thigh and brings him back. A reminder.
“No, my alpha” Jisung croaks.
The younger removes his mouth from where he was stuffed moments ago, his lips swollen and glossy with the natural beauty that is his spit. The finger that crooks itself in his ass remains there, the pressure becoming sweeter and sweeter with each movement.
“Yes..m’your’s” Minho whispers back, as if they weren’t the only two present in the car. If they were to speak even an octave louder then their secrets would be sold.
His mind feels fuzzy, his eyes heavy. It’s laughable how easy he became immobilized as soon as something was shoved up his ass. The honeysuckle scent coated Jisung’s wrist, the ripe sweetness of blueberries wrapping around the two with the amount of slick Minho was leaking.
Jisung begins to fold his own legs beneath him, repositioning himself to kneel up and meet Minho face to face. His fingers still teasing the tip around the puckered hole. The unoccupied hand trails his way up from Minho’s hip, tickling the goosebumps that lay there, poking into his stomach.
Following his soft skin, Jisung traces Minho’s hands, catching on the fingers lacing their hands together. He brings both hands up to his lips placing a kiss there, a smile on his lips, Minho can feel it. The weight of Minho’s hand pulls his arm down, Jisung letting go whilst reaching his hand toward the side of his neck, cuping the area until he had a decent hold.
Kissing Jisung was like chasing lightning. The thrill and excitement of his lips striking through him in zig zag motions, voltages so high connating flashes of white behind his lids. Jagged edges he fell in love with, the rumble and crack of fear with how inextricably the love ran. They say you have to strike while the iron is hot. Jisung is always burning hot.
The ghost of Jisung’s lips lay bare over his own, the alpha pulling back an inch, the tips of their lips connected through spit. His chest rises, the breath on his lips hot and timid.
“Want some Minho, please, let me have it” Jisung’s voice sounds rough, cracking slightly.
Oh
Oh
“Want what baby?” Minho asks, his nerves dancing.
Minho knew what he wanted.
Jisung huffed, rolling his eyes so far back the whites teased Minho to the point his cock twitched against his stomach. He wants to watch Jisung loose so much control his eyes are pushed so far back he’s convulsing with overstimulation.
“Ugh, don’t be an asshole… don’t make me say it”
Minho refocuses his eyes, catching Jisung’s own and sizing him up. He tilts his head slightly, enough to see the wide eyes return on Jisung’s features.
“You’re not helping yourself, sweetheart” Minho replies sweetly, but still equally demented.
Jisung splutters, any trace of defiance has been washed out of him. His expression inexplicably falls.
“Fuck. Okay fine, can you please…” he takes a deep breath, “p-please use your slick to fuck me?” Jisung speaks into Minho’s mouth, Minho can feel the desperation in his voice. The shakes in the vibrations of his voice box, the whispers escaping his mouth.
“Want to feel wet, Minho”
Fuck.
He’s going to die tonight.
Nothing ever prepares himself for Jisung’s filthy mouth.
“Yeah…” Minho sighs against Jisung’s lips, his head running a million miles per hour on pure stimulation and pleasure. “Okay…my pretty omega”
Jisung visibly shivers, puffs of air tickling Minho’s top lip as he breathes out. He feels for Jisung’s stomach, creeping his hands beneath his tshirt. He flattens a palm over the smooth slim area, feeling Jisung and every movement he makes. He presses gently against the muscle, to see how much give his boyfriend has.
“Gonna fill you up with pups, my pretty, hmm?” Minho whispers against Jisung’s cheek, placing slopping kisses in between his words. Hearing the highest whine from Jisung sends his mind into overdrive. He had no fucking clue what to do with himself, except to just succumb and submit to the temptation. He bites down hard onto Jisung’s round cheek, letting his tongue lap in between his teeth and the skin.
Jisung’s hands grab for support on Minho’s biceps, holding onto the muscle like a lifeline. His whines and moans become strung out and high, Minho wouldn’t be surprised if Jisung’s voice began to give in at any point.
“M’pups, want pups… please, pretty please, Alpha, give me your pups…. please breed me”
Fucking hell Jisung didn’t even have anything near his arsehole yet. And the level of filth that’s leaving his lips already is staggering. But oh how Minho adores it. The desperation, the deprivation of not having the one thing he so desperately needs, to be filled.
“Yeah? Want alpha to knot you?”
Jisung’s hips kant upwards into nothing, his body just the slightest hint away from touching Minho’s own cock. His eyes clench shut in agitation, the pain of the pleasure so beautifully plastered all over his features. It was mesmerizing just how much could be conveyed in his cartoon-like face.
If Jisung had nodded any faster he’s sure static electricity would be created between the strands of their hair and where they rubbed together. Minho could feel the pink of his skin already, the phantom heat originating in line with his nipples, the sensitivity unbreakable as it travels upward. His neck tingles, the skin threatened with extreme sensitivity.
Minho lifts Jisung’s head by tilting his chin upward, two fingers gently placed beneath it.
“Open your eyes, Jagiya, let me see you”
Jisung shivers, his body jerking with every breath he takes. It’s the effect Minho’s voice has on him, it drives him crazy. The hazel haze feels welcoming, the warm breeze of home easing every breath Minho takes. He knows Jisung feels the same underneath his gaze.
The scent coming from him is a soft milkshake, almost warmed, like how you drink milk to ensure you have an easier sleep. This though, the scent Jisung exudes ensures an easier life. A sweet treat Minho only knows to indulge in, the calories he gains are that of love and fondness.
“There you are” Minho smiles, an utterly beautiful reaction grows within him, the fear and devotion mixing as one intoxicating concoction.
Jisung looks up, a feigned innocence that runs so deep that Minho relishes in ruining. His favorite pastime. The round eyes fall to Minho’s mouth as he bares his neck to the side. Fucking asking, no, begging for Minho to bite down into him. Blood winding through his system, picking up speed from his body, his inner omega clawing at him from the inside.
Alpha wants to be claimed, please, obey alpha.
Minho chuckles and disregards his inner omega, drags a nail down Jisung’s neck toward his scent gland. The heady whine the alpha lets out when he digs the nail slightly into the skin propels him into a heightened state. A stir in his stomach because he knows his alpha can do better than that.
He leans forward, rousing Jisung to do the same. His lips fall off kilter, missing Jisung’s lips completely, teeth biting into the skin of the youngers cheek. It draws a giggle from his alpha, the feeling must be ticklish. Not what he was going for. He bites down just a tad harder, gribbing the plump roundness that aids a better grip, that results in a beautiful moan in his ears. Pure bliss.
Letting go of the skin, he licks over the area. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise, no he’s too possessive for that. He soothes the reddened skin, licking over a couple of times more. The salty tang of strawberries apparent.
Jisung’s grip on Minho’s waist tightens, the suspense of the omegas next move only makes it more satisfying. He noses his way down toward Jisung’s scent glad, nipping as he goes, and finally reaches his summit. A particularly sharp nip catches a beautiful hitch in Jisung’s throat followed by a desperate whimper. Minho feels it, the ‘please’ that Jisung can barely voice. Maybe this was his favorite pastime, pulling sounds out of him like a broken toy.
As he begins to suck a generous amount on Jisung’s neck, his absent hand, the one not holding onto the younger, reaches behind where Jisung’s once was. The pleasure of soft touches were too much for his sensitive boy for him to keep playing with Minho’s hole. If Minho couldn’t already smell the desperation on Jisung he would have bit back, whining at the absence of feeling full.
Feeling behind him, his thighs are drenched. Jisung would have loved to have had his face down there, licking up every last drop of the sweet slick, making an even greater mess than when they started. He jerks slightly at the touch, just a bit, not enough to alert the other, and scoops a generous amount of slick onto his fingers.
He leaves kisses on the skin, distracting the alpha and doing a bloody good job of it too. He didn’t even suspect a thing, but in all fairness, Jisung was one of the most oblivious people he knew. All the better for him in desperate times like this. When he wants to bend and break the alpha at his own discretion, the best things in life come as a surprise.
He smooths a finger over the cleft of Jisung’s ass, finding and rubbing over the puckered hole. The reaction from Jisung was as beautiful as expected, his head falling back with a guttural moan that Minho feels on the tip of his cock.
“Finally,” Jisung whispers. “Want m-more”
“You want more Jagi?” Minho’s lips speak into his neck, the words laying bare.
“Mhmm” Jisung barely responds.
“Can’t hear you” Minho ridicules him.
Jisung all but sighs, annoyance barely even readable as his breath quickens with the pressure of Minho’s pointer finger.
“P-please Alpha, need more”
As Jisung whispers those words, Minho pushes his finger past his rim. The blueberry and honeysuckle slick aiding the glide. He wasn’t too tight, especially after Minho fucking him the night before. Jisung was fucking insatiable, the boy never satisfied with not feeling full.
“Oh baby, you’re loose” Minho moves his head to whisper into Jisungs ear, “always ready to be fucked aren’t you? Your little slut hole must make you feel so empty all the time, hmm?”
The strain in his finger goes ignored, picking up the pace and fucking Jisung nicely with the digit. The younger could barely even form sounds, his upper body rigid with Minho’s voice. Minho felt drunk on Jisung’s scent, the tangy yogurt smell rising above the strawberry milk. The faster his finger moved the more it rose. Minho could only imagine the taste on his tongue if he were to eat Jisung out after fucking him with his own slick, would it taste like mixed berries? Or would the honey and milk mask the taste? He just wants to taste them both together.
Two fingers play at Jisung’s hole, stretching him even further. The give wasn’t strong, Jisung accepting them far too easy. The alphas head falls onto Minho’s shoulder once his fingers regain pace, his breathing heavy and whimpers frequent.
“F-fuck” Jisung cries, his hands shaking against Minho’s waist, the grip so tight and needy. “Alpha, please, need your knot”
“Is this not enough, baby? Are my fingers not thick enough? Want to be stretched?”
Jisung cries in whimpers against his shoulder, rubbing his head against the fabric of Minho’s hoodie. Almost like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“No! Not enough, alpha” Jisung raises his voice, the slight rumble of his alpha tone present.
“C-can you please fuck me? P-please, i’ll be a good omega, I promise. Can fill me up, alpha m’promise” Jisung rambles on, continues mumbling into Minho’s shoulder.
Minho’s cock pulsates, the pressure creating a strong twitch against his stomach. Feels even more slick drip out of him. His fingers haven’t stopped their pace, continuing to push into Jisung. The more the merrier.
“Shhh, sweet thing” Minho places a kiss against Jisung’s head where his curls sit. Sniffles can be heard from Jisung, the boy having got himself too excited.
“Alpha will fuck you, okay? Don’t cry baby, cry on alpha’s cock instead”
“Yes, yes, yes, ye-”
God the desperation dripping off Jisung only sent deeper temptations inside Minho dreaming of absolutely breaking him. Ruin him until he’s convulsing and babbling Minho’s name. He burns with want.
Removing his fingers, Jisung whines at the loss of his fingers. Essentially he asked Minho to take out his fingers to replace it with his cock, so he can’t moan really.
“E-emtpy” Jisung hiccups.
“Shh, I need to baby… unless you want alphas cock and his fingers inside you”
He thinks he just awakened something within himself.
Jisung’s head whipped up to face Minho just as quick, his eyes dancing with the sparks in his eyes. His pupils dilated, so wide and round. A wet cloud lays over his eyes, causing a glassy effect. But, fuck, Jisung wants that. Wants to feel so full he’s split in two.
Minho chuckles at the younger's receptivity and behavior. Always endeared to a very lame level.
“Lay down for me, bug” Minho instructs, his smile still plastered over his face.
The animated eyes rounded further, if it’s even possible. His little bug softening at the name. A tiny eye scrunch and his little nose wiggling in the air around them, sniffling the last of his cries. Minho was rewarded with a toothy smile at the nickname, he didn’t use it often but he yearned for the effect it had every time. Jisung was too damn adorable for his own good, his perfect alpha. He wouldn’t change him for the world.
They reposition themselves, Jisung sliding himself further down the seat a little and laying back. Jisung’s head just touched the car door, but Minho could see it far enough. He knew his poor head was soon about to feel a few knocks against it. Some hard ones at that.
Jisung grabs at Minho’s hoodie, pushing it up his chest. His fingers caught onto the soft rolls of Minho’s tummy. Minho takes the hint and makes the task easier for the younger, by just taking it off altogether. The eagerness expressed by Jisung brings a small chuckle from Minho. He loves watching Jisung get so handsy and enthusiastic, so much so he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Jisung watches with a small huff, like he wanted to remove it himself. Bless him, for thinking he even could.
“Lie back bug, present yourself for alpha”
Jisung keens, his legs spreading in such an automated fashion, Minho feels dizzy with want and pride. He brings his legs up to his chest, his breathing fast and sharp. Admiring the utterly sinful sight in front of him, Minho feels the smooth skin of Jisung’s shins. Freshly shaven and so soft, the perfect layer of goosebumps rize over his legs which causes Jisung to shiver.
“Wow, baby, so good” Minho praises, “so beautiful and pliable for hyung”
Jisung looks up to Minho through his eyelashes through hooded eyes. He shakes his head, a bratty pout on his bottom lip.
“Alpha”
God, Minho was so far up Jisung’s ass, anything he did was enough to cause the greatest cuteness aggression. He loved him so fucking much, he wanted to scream.
Well, Minho was just about to be in Jisung’s ass. Pending.
“Sorry, baby, you’re so good for alpha” Minho’s smile hurt his cheeks, the fondness lingering.
Jisung lets his head rest behind him at the words, the happiness can be felt through the fresh wave of strawberry yoghurt.
“M’good”
Minho smiles and nods, Jisung pulling the most precious feelings from deep inside. He looks down at Jisung’s body, reaching a hand over his flat stomach, tickling the skin. Jisung jerks, the sensitivity shocking him. Moving his hand further south, he draws a line down the length of Jisung’s cock. It lay there, so big and useless.
He leans down to place a kiss on the tip, feeling a wriggle ripple out of the younger.
“Hurry, alpha— please”.
Jisung reaches and holds onto Minho’s hair, aiming to push him down but Minho is quicker. He grabs Jisung’s wrist before he can even reach.
“Don’t” Minho demands.
Jisung visibly swallows from where he’s watching. His pupils are shaking, waiting to hear what Minho has to say.
“Good omega are you? Don’t fucking think so, Jisung”.
.
Jisung tries to speak, only stuttering on his words and managing a soft “m’good just want you”.
“You’ll get what I give you and when I give it to you”.
Jisung’s now close to tears, nodding along to Minho’s instructions whilst biting his bottom lip. Minho won't mention how Jisung’s cock twitches after his words. He won’t.
“B-but” Fuck, his words are so small.
Minho waits for him, gives him one chance to speak.
“Want— fuck, want you t-to suck on me” Jisung asks? He isn’t sure, he’s just concentrating on the hand over his chest, circling his nipples.
“You want alpha to suck on your tits? Is that is baby?”
Jisung nods with a signature pout and fiddling his fingers over his stomach. A light pink dusting his cheeks from embarrassment, something Minho thrives on.
“No, we don’t have long, bug. Need to be quick, don’t wanna get caught do we?”
The alpa looks like he’s mulling over Minho’s answer, albit the omega just having told them they need to be quick about what they’re doing. His fingers rub over each other, Jisung’s pout still present.
“Okay…” Jisung says slowly, “promise you’ll do it later?” The question is almost non existent, Jisung speaking so quietly between them. Something about the timidness and lack of confidence lit a fire in Minho’s stomach, a want burning inexplicably deep. The answer causes a smirk to slowly form on Minho’s face, he loves that even though Jisung and he have been in a relationship for over 4 years, he’s still finding out new revelations about his boyfriend. It’s thrilling in a sense, knowing that he still has so much to map out and learn, another one of his pastimes. Obsessing over his boyfriend.
“You’re an insatiable slut aren’t you, omega? Even though you’re about to be fucked full of my cum, bred full of pups, you want alpha to suck on your tits later? Where did I find you, you’re fucking unreal.” Minho’s own mind is reeling as he speaks the words, honestly didn’t know he had it in him. But he loves it.
Jisung’s lip lays low, open and wet with drool. His cock leaking inexplicable amounts of precum, his tummy wet with the remnants.
“Mhm… want that so bad”
Minho brings Jisung’s hand down from his own head, kissing the back of it before holding it firmly against his hip. A tight grip to keep him in check. To keep him still.
Minho continues his mapping, kissing softly over the fat of Jisung’s thighs. He sucks a couple of hickies too for good measure. Each one is bigger than the last. All of it has Jisung whining and wriggling.
Finishing off his canvas, he admires his work. The red and purple splotches covering the expanse of the inside of his thighs. He suited being marked, his little alpha wrapped around his finger and begging for his cock.
He finally pays attention to Jisung’s hole, the wet and slicked opening, fluttering at the feel of Minho’s eyes. Jisung looks relieved to say the least, Minho is exactly where he wants him, moments away from giving him exactly what he wants.
“Jisungie, you’re so wet for me”.
Jisung throws his head back, his hole reacting to the words and clenching around nothing.
Minho gathers all the saliva in his mouth and spits down directly on Jisung’s hole. Some of the spit reaching inside the opening.
“Look at you baby, dripping wet for your alpha, aren’t you?”
Jisung reaches behind him above his head to hold onto the door handle, something to ground him.
He nods in response, his bottom lip still latched behind his teeth. God he can only imagine how swollen and slicked it will be when he lets go. And he will, let go.
Minho rubs the spit against Jisungs hole, pushing two fingers back in. He stretches Jisung just a little more, but his aim is to distract him whilst he reaches behind himself to lap up more slick.
His thighs are fucking soaking with how much slick he’s leaking, Jisung always had this taunting effect on him. It was a blessing and a curse. He takes his full hand scooping as much as he can, the blueberry scent dominating the air for the time being. Jisung still lay whimpering with his eyes closed, pleading in little words, ‘please’ and ‘fuck me’.
He slicks up his cock, making sure he’s wet enough for Jisung to take him without any hesitation. Minho only catches Jisung’s attention as he removes his fingers, the empty feeling obviously bringing the other back. He looks fucked out already and Minho’s barely even touched him.
As he lines his cock up, Jisung’s eyebrows raise to meet his hairline. The eagerness expresses his desire and excitement, he was so ready to be fucked.
“Ready, baby? My pretty omega?”
Jisung keens at the name, nodding his head as his hand that's held against his side breaks free to tighten on his tshirt. The hand ringing the material.
“I’m so ready, I’ve been ready” Jisung sasses.
“I’ll wipe that smile off your face” Minho replies.
“I dare you to, alpha”.
Minho pushes into Jisung in one glide, bottoming out immediately. The tightness that welcomes him causes a hard whine from his own mouth and fresh gloop of slick escaping his own hole.. The feeling of Jisung is warm and wet as he clenches around him.
The air is punched out of the younger, clearly finding it taxing to even breathe. Knuckles white against the car door, his grip teasing to slip. Watching the younger overstimulated so soon, he stays kneeled on his calves, absolutely mesmerized by the scene. Just like always.
“What were you saying, bitch?” Minho says through gritted teeth.
Jisung audibly gasps, his eyes glazing.
“You still want to back talk your alpha? You want to test him?” Minho questions, taunts even.
“N-no alpha, please, din’t— din’t mean it” Jisung cries, his cheeks rosy and glistening with streaks of tears.
Indulging for a moment, Minho continues to fuck into Jisung deep, his thrusts powerful. His own instincts and control seem to disappear, taking his own fingers into his mouth, sucking the residual slick off the digits. He moans around his fingers, the taste of berries melting into his taste buds. His mouth always felt satiated whenever it was occupied, be it a lolly, a straw, his or Jisungs fingers. It calmed him in a way nothing else could even touch on.
“M-minho, it’s too much,” Jisung whines.
The spit covered fingers leave Minho’s mouth, barely any slick left over. He wipes the saliva on Jisung’s cheek, the younger leaning into the touch, trying to find some sort of relief from Minho's thrusts. Once his fingers felt dry, he lent forward toward Jisung.
“No it’s not baby, you’ll take it” Minho leans down until his arms are bracketing Jisung’s, he whispers into his mouth while he pulls out until just the head of his cock is inside, “just like you always do”.
He pushes back in with firm force, his hips moving at a remorseless pace. Jisung’s mouth hangs open as he moans little ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ in harmony with the slaps of Minho’s thrusts and grunts. The sound is more beautiful than any symphony he’s ever heard.
“That’s right, you deserve to be filled too don’t you? Deserve to be fucked, deserve to be bred, desrve to be fucked so hard the cum actually takes” he chuckles whilst a thought passes through his mind, “-maybe i’ll bitch you”.
“Ugh, M-minho want more”.
“Y-yeah? How hard?” Minho says struggling to breathe.
“B-break me...make me bleed”.
Minho’s arms gave in at the words, he caught himself before he would have been flat on top of Jisung. His boyfriend just asked him to break him, fucking sue him for reacting like a loser.
“M-maybe not like that” Jisung groans with a breathless guff, his nose an inch off touching Minho’s, a little cross eyed.
“Hm?” Minho grunts as he lifts himself back up to his original position.
“Like not literally, i didn’t want to be crushed under your mass-“.
“Oh what like this-“ before Minho finishes his sentence he pretends to fall down again, catching himself at the last second. Jisung screams, but doesn’t do much to stop it from happening. He always liked Minho’s muscles.
“That felt weird with your cock in me” Jisung squirms whilst deciding to ruin the moment.
“I could do a lot worse things with my cock in you, I could make it real awkward”.
“I don’t doubt it for a second, you weirdo”.
“That’s mr weirdo to you”.
“Hmh, my weirdo”.
Minho blinks in silence. That swap between the r and y, just two little letters, who knew how much the significance would stump Minho. A soft lopsided smile appearing, his heart fluttering to the words. He feels his ears heat up at alarming speed, the flush of red on his neck.
“Y-yeah, yours” Minho mutters.
“Now, kiss me and fuck me like i’m in heat, like i’m ready to take your pups, alpha”.
“Good fucking god” Minho groans whilst squeezing his eyes shut.
Minho never felt so motivated in his whole life. Landing a kiss square on Jisungs lips, he takes the bottom one into his mouth. The lip he’d been fantasizing over, the swollen plump pillow between his teeth and it felt fucking sensational. His hips pick up speed again, not long before Jisung is whining and writhing from the pleasure.
One of Minho’s hands, it has a mind of it’s own, trails his fingertips gently over Jisung’s side, feeling the added sensation cause an extra jerk in his body. He adored covering all areas of Jisung, ensuring he knows Minho loves every single thing about him, every atom that he’s made out of and every little detail that makes Jisung who he is.
If Jisung had a zip, Minho would fucking crawl in it.
He was obsessed.
“God jagiya, i love you so much” Minho confesses, like it was the first time all over. The butterflies from 4 years ago still flutter into a million nerves, they never lay dormant.
“Wanna marry you, make you my little omega wife and breed you full everynight” Minho’s expression felt dazed, like his mouth was speaking without his brain keeping up.
“M’yeah, want that M-minho” Jisung struggles to get the words out, the thrusts hitting him perfectly along with the punch of his words.
“Would you want that baby? Wanna marry me?”.
Jisung just whines in response, his leaking red cock slapping against his stomach. His thrusts speed up as Minho takes in the beauty beneath him, fuck he was so damn lucky. If he was born to do anything on this earth, it was to fuck Jisung so hard that nobody would be able to match it, nobody.
But Minho knows, he’s not hit that certain spot yet. The one that makes Jisung whine so high probably only dogs can hear him. It made them eligible for 3 noise complaints. Minho couldn’t even be bothered to care. He was the one causing them, and he was fucking proud of it.
As predicted, Jisung’s body began moving up and hitting against the side door with the force of the thrusts.
“Ah!, watch-“ he hits it again.
Minho takes pity on him, mainly because he’s selfish and he doesn’t want to stop fucking him. So he leans back on his knees, cock still locked and loaded in Jisung’s ass, and holds his waist to pull him down slightly, enough so his head isn’t being pounded repeatedly like his ass. He only has a few brain cells left in there, and between him and Minho, he needs them.
Minho even so thoughtfully places his hoodie between Jisung and the door. Because he knows already, he’s fucking his boyfriend into next Friday, so that door is gonna have some dents in it.
“Who said romance is dead?” Jisung chuckles, his teeth showing through his smile.
“Anyone who hasn’t been railed in the back seat of a car and their partner isn’t the most thoughtful and generous gentleman there is, hmm jagiya?” Minho wiggles his eyebrows.
“My god remind me never to stroke your ego again” Jisung groans whilst rolling his eyes.
“You could stroke my cock instead then”.
“Oh my god get out of me right now” Jisung deadpans, both hands coming up to cover his eyes.
“Ok-”
Minho makes a move to pull out, only for Jisung to grab him by the shoulders and pull him closer. Minho swears he’s going to have nail indentations from the touch alone.
“N-no, no! Please, I didn’t mean it” Jisung latches himself around Minho in a koala hug, his arms and legs wrapped around him in a serious effort to hold him down. His scent burns slightly, it’s one of the smells Minho hates most, not because burnt yogurt smells curdled but it means Jisung’s upset. Even the slightest hint sends Minho into overdrive, a need to please his alpha.
Minho giggles, his boyfriend can’t see shit go by him. He places a kiss onto his cheek, then his forehead and the tip of his nose. The warm bubbly feeling of love overwhelming him.
“Let hyung fuck you now, okay?”.
Jisung just nods, kisses him on the lips, very briefly as one of his hands moves up Minho’s nape and holds onto the strands.
Time seems to slow from that point, both their scents strong and sweet. Some may say sickeningly sweet but it was them, they relished in the mix. Minho’s hips roll onto Jisung’s ass, aiming to cause the white patches to brighten behind Jisung’s eyes, he knows where it is, just wants to hit it at the right time.
“Hyung…” Jisung speaks into his ear, a whisper in the air.
“Hmm?”
“Can— uhm, can I touch you?”
“You are touching me, bug”
“No” Jisung replies, Minho can hear his eyes roll. “Touch you, like—”
Instead of finishing his sentence, Minho feels one of Jisung’s hands leave the shoulder it was so firmly wrapped around, so much so Minho almost misses the touch. His hand creeps lower, and lower, and lower. All the way down his back until his hand rested on the swell of his ass. Minho wasn’t entirely sure what was happening or where Jisung was going with this. But he was still intrigued none the less.
Minho’s hips jerk forward quick and snappy, right into Jisung’s hole. A huff and groan rumbles in the throat next to him at the force. Minho wasn’t sorry, because a finger was playing at his own sloppy soaking hole. The arm twisting down for better access before he slips it in.
Minho houses a ghostly shiver, his body reacting to the touch so much he began fucking into Jisung quicker.
“Y-yes, yes, oh my fuck, yes” Minho chanted like a mantra. The pleasure coursing through him now was tenfold. He couldn’t keep himself quiet if he tried. Remember what he said about things going in his ass? Exactly.
Jisung nuzzles further into Minho’s hair, the older could hear Jisung give him his own encouraging words when he can. Still fucking his finger in and out in time with Minho’s thrusts.
Two fingers are soon fucking into him, it causes a shock to shoot through his spine, ending in a particularly hard thrust causing Jisung’s body to lock up and release the deepest possible moan. His thighs tightening around Minho’s waist, in a vice grip that honestly could have crushed his insides had Jisung worked out more. Not only that but the hand in Minho’s hair is tightening into a delicious burn. There we go.
“O-h fuck Minho, fuck fuck fuck” Jisung’s voice only raises in octives, the pleasure crushing his voice box bit by bit.
“I know, I know, baby shhh” He cooes to the younger, only a hint of teasing laced with his words.
“Come here, Alpha, p-please” Jisung is becoming hysterical, his voice wet, frantic in his actions and demanding of his needs. Minho would indulge in him regardless. He’ll milk this forever. The fingers in his ass aid Jisung in pulling Minho closer to him, if it was even humanly possible. Jisung bared his neck for him once more, the proximity pushing his boyfriend to submit. Minho’s inner omega preens at the sight again, he doesn’t think it will ever get used to it. He lets his head fit in between the slope of Jisung’s shoulder, rubbing his nose directly over his scent gland.
“Alpha’s here, take his cock and b-be a good omega” Minho’s own voice stutters, the pleasure bubbling deep in his stomach, that familiar build up making itself known.
“I am” he drags the word out with a whine, “it’s so good, alpha, so big, I love it s’much.” Jisung takes a deep breath before he carries on, “knot me, please, alpha, please”
Fuck he was becoming inconsolable, babbling his words with his eyes squeezed shut. Minho knows better than to push him too far, but he knows exactly what’s right for him now.
“Want my knot baby? You’ve been so good for alpha” Minho whispers into his neck, “Will I stretch your hole until it pops inside you? Want alpha to mate you, bite a messy mark into your neck?”
Filled with the need to self-destruct, Minho drags his fangs along the tanned softness of Jisung’s neck, teasing. The undying need to mate his beautiful boyfriend below him became harder and harder every time, once a frayed thread hanging and now a pool of thread laid on the floor.
“Hnngghhh, yes, yes, yes, all of the above” Jisung whines, his breathing becomes faster and his voice strained.
“All of the-” Minho chuckles to himself in fondness, not before he’s yelping in pleasure from Jisung curling his fingers inside him. The little shit catching him before demanding more.
Everything was building, the feeling harder to endure the closer they got to their release.
“K-not” Jisung cries.
Minho lifts his head from Jisung’s scent gland, the sniffles catching his attention. It’s enough to clear the fog in his brain and steer him away from the darkness of his thoughts, from sinking his fangs into the neck below him. He catches his boyfriends crazed eyes, the sight of something so utterly ethereal he stops breathing for a second. It’s in these moments, he has the privilege of seeing Jisung in a way that nobody else ever will. So close to climax, he always veers closer into a feral state. The urgency in his eyes, baring his teeth at the sniff of a mating gland near him. It roused a primal state inside of Minho, his toxicity with jealousy relishing in the fact this is all his.
He sees Jisung break for a second, a teardrop falling from his waterline. Sniffles following shortly after as the feelings became too much for Jisung.
“Okay baby, alpha will knot you” Minho agrees, brings a hand to Jisung’s cheek whilst the other holds him up. “You’ll need to let go of me though baby” As much as it pains him to say, to ask for Jisung to remove his fingers from his ass, he knows it’s for the better.
Jisung doesn’t even protest, the promise of a knot seems to be the only thing to tame the brattiness out of him. If only he could knot him whenever he felt like Jisung was getting too big for his boots.
Minho unwraps Jisung’s legs from around his waist, Jisung is so far gone he just lays there and takes everything. No protesting, no talking back, nothing. His mouth remains open, drool begins to fall out the side of his mouth, he wishes he could lean over and lick it up.
Repositioning himself slightly, Minho leans back on his calves. He watches as he moves his cock in and out of Jisung's hole, the sight truly sinful. He finds himself slowly hypnotized by the actions, his hole perfectly sucking him back in everytime. He knows what he needs to do, his omega knot isn’t big enough to stretch Jisung, so he does the next best thing.
As he pulls out on one particular stroke, he positions four of his fingers underneath his cock and pushes them in together at the same time. His hole accommodates the stretch beautifully, both his cock and fingers filling up his boyfriend.
“Such a good omega” Minho praises with as soft a voice as he can muster.
The words and the manic stretch is enough for Jisung’s eyes to roll back and white ropes to squirt all over his stomach. His body convulsing and writhing, Minho thinks he looks truly beautiful as he orgasms. His own name on the boy's lips, it’s always an intoxicating feeling.
“M’good omega” Jisung sighs at the peak of his orgasm.
As he helps Jisung ride out his orgasm, Minho doesn’t feel too far off his own. The tight clench of Jisung’s hole only stimulates Minho’s cock overwhelmingly, the stretch of the fingers being the cherry on top. He thrusts more and more chasing that familiar urge, the build up layering on top of one and other.
“C-cum inside, p-please” Jisung hiccups, his voice ruined. “Fill my belly, alpha, please”.
Not much else was needed to push Minho over the edge. His eyes flashed white as his orgasm took over his whole body. The climax rushing through every nerve ending in his body, the warm feeling filling up the man beneath him, a soft sigh released from Jisung’s lips as the last of the cum fills him.
He’d never felt his cock release quite like he did with his fingers lodged beside it. That was new.
As they both come down from their highs, Minho finally pulls out if Jisung, the feeling of his soft cock almost uncomfortable with the over sensitivity. Jisung all but groans, his body lifeless as his energy restores at an agonising pace.
Minho doesn’t forget to peak down as he pulls out, watching the cum and whatever was left of the slick pours out Jisung’s hole.
“Is this what you see baby after you fuck me… my slick mixed with cum?”
Jisung’s head whips up as fast as the phantom heavy weight on top of his body will allow him to. His eyebrows furrowed and disgust on his face. He kicks Minho on the arm.
“Ouch! What the fuck?”.
“Don’t stare down there, Minho, c’mon it’s gross”
“I beg to differ” He takes another peak.
Jisung hits him with his foot again.
“Help me get cleaned up, please” Jisung was definitely feeling more like himself if the whining was anything to go by.
“Uhm…” Minho doesn’t think they actually have the means in this car to clean up anything. Nevermind half dried cum and assholes.
“What, Lee Minho?”.
Oh dear, the government name.
“I don’t know what we’ve got in here to clean you up”.
“You’re kidding, right? Right, Minho?”.
Minho gives him a forced smile, very little reassurance in his face. Something Minho has never been good at is lying, it shows on his face far too easily. He also never gives enough fucks to lie in the first place.
“Take your tshirt off” Jisung instructs Minho, but Minho isn’t following.
“What— why?” Minho questions.
“Because it’s your cum that's inside my asshole, and you have a hoodie you can put on instead, you dipshit”
“Okay mr. fuck me in the back seat and cum in my ass”
The silence that fills the air only rouses Minho to lift his head and meet Jisung’s own glare. His expression was not pleased to say the least.
“You literally begged, Jisung” Minho clarifies his statement.
“I don’t beg!” Jisung’s dramatics enters the chat.
“Okay you believe that then, whatever helps you sleep at night” Minho reaches above his head to take his t-shirt off and handing it over to Jisung. “But just remember why I nearly crashed the car”
“Yeah, because you're a dangerous driver. Fucking, begging my ass” Jisung mutters under his breath as he cleans what he can of himself. The shower later was going to be interesting, he already could hear how whiney Jisung would be. Jisung passes over his hoodie, his cold nipples welcomed the slight warmth the cozy material offered.
They both fix themselves up, slipping everything back into place and sorting out the mess they’d made in the back. Once they both sat dressed and exhausted, they shared a look between each other. One of mischief and one of complete endearment, at what they just did on a layby and the absolute love that always seems to shine through that little bit sweeter after they were intimate. Maybe the scents being sweater after an orgasm had something to do with it. Who knows. Like one body, they moved toward each other to share a kiss, one so innocent and tender compared to ten minutes prior.
Like teenagers they giggle into each other's mouths, Minho guesses even at their age they can still get up to some crazy stuff. Car sex was now something to tick off their bucket list, who knew on a random Thursday night they’d break the seal.
“Let's get back in front, I think the restaurant might have thrown out our dinner” Jisung giggles, his nose scrunching at the force of it.
Fuck, Minho always thinks he’s reached his peak when it comes to loving Jisung. But loving Jisung is just so easy, the smallest thing helps it outgrow itself. He surprises himself every time.
They both move back into the driver and passenger seat, restarting the car and checking the time. Fuck, a whole forty five minutes had gone by. So much for Minho telling them to be quick. It was a tough conversation, deciding whether it was worth picking up their dinner. But after some very good reasoning from Jisung, they decided to pick it up anyway, sushi was better cold anyway. In Jisung’s opinion, they also already drove the 30 minutes out of the 35 it takes to get to the restaurant from their apartment.
Pulling up they both look sheepish, they turn to each other with diffident expressions. Jisung opens his mouth to speak, but Minho knows what he’s about to say before he even gets his words out.
“No, we’re both going in” Minho cuts him off.
“Ugh, Minho, c’mon” Jisung whines with a deep grumble
“Nope don’t even try, we’re both going in” The omega says, not taking any shit.
Jisung sits back forcefully on his seat, making sure Minho knows he’s not happy about it. His pout is evident and his eyebrows cross.
“Don’t care, bug, get out the car”
That seems to soften him up slightly, enough to get him to move with a hint of a smile on his face. The nickname works a treat on the alpha every time.
Both closing their car doors, Minho waits for Jisung to walk around to his side so they can walk together. Breathing in the fresh air he feels dizzy, his inner omega a little irked at the fact they both weren't surrounded in the smell of sex. Just then, Minho remembers something they exchanged during sex, and with that an idea pops into the omega’s head.
He stops in his tracks, stands whilst Jisung is in front.
“J-jagiya, hey wait” Minho says, the shake in his voice prominent.
Jisung turns around rather quickly, his head whipping around before his body even turns. His little legs are slower to react than the rest of his body; he almost trips up as he turns.
Minho giggles quietly, making sure Jisung’s eyes are watching him. He gets down on one knee, Jisung’s face dropping as he realizes what Minho is about to do. His hands come up to cover his cheeks, as he quickly checks around them to see if anyones watching.
Jisung slowly walks toward Minho, his eyes shining but his face apprehensive.
It’s then that Minho smiles at Jisung, and then looks down as he turns his attention to his shoelace.
“M-minho?” Jisung questions, his brows likely furrowed with a shiny pout on his lips.
“Mhhm” Minho responds, very attentive to the lace, he ties them in a double knot.
“Wh-what?” Jisung asks, confused, his pout back in full swing.”What are you doing?”
Minho looks up at him, feigning a clueless expression on his face.
“What does it look like i’m doing, i’m tying my shoelace." Minho ensures the confusion is written all over his face.
“Wait— but?”.
He sees where Jisung is hyper focused on as he looks back down at his position again, then to look back up in realization.
“Oh! You thought this was—” He laughed, pointing between the two of them, finally able to break character. His eyes demented as he looked at Jisung’s betrayed eyes. “A proposal?”
He got back up on his feet from his kneeling position, standing in front of Jisung again. Unable to stop his laugh from breaking through. It’s then that Jisung has a light bulb moment, his face an absolute picture.
“You fucking copied the office, you asshole!!”.
Minho’s laughs only became higher in pitch, unable to hold it in any longer. It was absolutely worth the slap on his arm to see Jisung’s expression go through about five different emotions in the space of ten seconds.
“I thought this was my little straight show that I watch when nobody's watching, jagiya?”.It's Jisung's turn to tease, he says hanging off of Minho's arm and looking up to up do him dotingly.
But, as it was, Jisung always watched the office.
And Minho was always there.