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On the day that Hyunjin flips Jisung’s life on its head, Jisung skips breakfast. Maybe he should have known it was going to be the kind of day that requires some extra energy. The life of an idol is filled with practices, appearances, filming and recording. In Jisung’s case, he often adds music production to the mix, leading to many late or sleepless nights. He sleeps until his alarm blares its second reminder and pulls on some clothes he can wear to dance practice.
This particular morning, his best friend and roommate, Minho, who normally is in charge in the kitchen, has gotten an early start. Jisung, left to fend for himself, sighs before grabbing a bottled latte from the fridge and running out to the waiting vehicle to head over to their practice studio.
Dance rehearsal is often grueling. Today is no different. Comebacks always require a lot of focus, but fueled by nothing except caffeine and sugar, Jisung feels like he’s made a critical misstep. He’s tripping over on his own feet today and missing his steps by at least a half count each time. He thinks he’s hiding it well enough to avoid attention from the members, but his eyes lock with Minho’s in the mirror and knows he’s going to be questioned shortly.
Minho can always tell when something’s not completely right in Jisung’s world. They are so in sync with one another that sometimes Jisung can barely remember life before Minho. They’ve been living together for a while now, falling into a comfortable routine that feels second nature to them both.
Regularly, the two of them wake up early together, coming in from their rooms to meet in the kitchen. Jisung will prepare coffee or tea, and Minho makes some light breakfast for them. He’s big on his diet. When he cooks, it’s a lot of lean proteins and complex carbohydrates. Traditional dishes, made clean. Minho’s body is treated like a temple most days, and it shows. He has probably one of the nicest bodies that Jisung has ever seen, and that’s saying something since Jisung has been surrounded by idols for the better part of the past decade.
Jisung would be just as happy eating ramyeon out of a packet, but he’d never deny himself the pleasure of seeing the soft smile that lights up Minho’s face when Jisung takes a bite of his cooking.
Sometimes, on days when they don’t have commitments, they take it easy and have a more leisurely morning together. Minho will lift some of his personal restrictions and they’ll enjoy snuggling up on the sofa with some egg rice and eating until their bellies are stuffed with it. They watch over-the-top dramas and Minho mimics the cheesy dialogue with his most unhinged falsetto until Jisung is crying with laughter. Those are the days that mean the most to Jisung.
Today in the studio, Jisung is wiping sweat from his brow after his fifth choreo mistake in a row. He sees his reflection in the mirrored wall and can see the dark circles under his eyes. He needs a good long break, and they won’t get that for at least another hour. The music pauses and the members take five, chatting happily with the background dancers and chugging bottles of water.
“Hey, Jisungie,” Minho comes over to him, concern forming a crease on his brow. “Are you feeling okay today?” He’s only wearing some loose jeans and a black t-shirt, but he somehow looks like he’d fit in at Fashion Week, with his sweat-dampened black hair artfully tousled over his forehead.
Jisung knows he’s never going to get his moves to be as precise as Minho’s or as fluid and powerful as Hyunjin’s, but he’s a performer and he has high standards for himself. This exhaustion is really not working for him. He sighs a little. “Hey, jagi. I think I’m just tired. I skipped breakfast.”
Minho reacts like maybe Jisung told him that he killed a man last night. “No! You have to eat. Why are you not eating?”
It’s silly, how Minho’s outraged concern makes Jisung’s belly do flips, but it instantly warms him up. His best friend is so cute sometimes. Minho's eyes are so expressive, like an anime character. They’re wide with worry as if Jisung may fade away any moment.
Jisung laughs, “How am I supposed to eat when my personal chef is already out?!”
He’s teasing and it’s a bit unfair because he knows Minho will genuinely regret leaving now. He’ll probably move his schedule around for the rest of the week to make sure he’s there to see Jisung out of the house each morning. It’s selfish, but Jisung likes this side of Minho. Minho is all about acts of service, and Jisung greedily takes as much of them as he can for himself.
Minho shakes his head at Jisung, looking a bit pained. Cute. “You can’t forget to take care of yourself when I’m not there to do it, Jisungie.” Minho turns from Jisung to walk over to the mini fridge in the corner of the studio and pulls out a small plastic container. It’s his pudding, the special treat that Minho will allow himself after a back-breaking day of dancing.
Jisung feels the corners of his mouth lift into a smile as Minho approaches with the dessert in his outstretched hand.
“Your pudding?! I’m flattered, baby. You must really like me.”
Minho’s ears turn pink, but he shrugs, brushing off Jisung’s words. “I’ve got to take care of my Jisungie.” Jisung smiles, feeling warm all over as he takes the first sweet, creamy bites of Minho’s favorite pudding. It may not be the most nutritious breakfast, but it sticks to his inside and gives him the energy to do what has to be done.
After the group masters more of the dance moves, they break for a few hours until the next commitment. Minho, Jeongin and several of the background dancers lead the way, discussing choreo as they walk out the door. Jisung gathers his belongings and looks around the room, already thinking about what he can grab for lunch. Maybe he’ll chase down Minho and they’ll hit that sushi place they’ve been talking about.
The members seem to all be in good spirits. Changbin is playfully messing up Seungmin’s hair as they head out of the door. Felix guffaws loudly at something Chan has said. The day is starting to feel a bit better with the promise of some time to relax hanging sweetly in the air.
Of course, this is when Hyunjin swoops in to effectively ruin Jisung’s sanity.
Honestly, it isn’t the first time that he has done something to torment Jisung’s soul. They have always had a unique relationship. They got off to a rough start as trainees, but Jisung and Hyunjin had settled into a comfortable (and sometimes even flirty) friendship over the years.
Hyunjin will poke and prod at Jisung’s last nerve even now, but mostly he will just come up with the most unhinged things to share with Jisung in an attempt to make him laugh. The two of them will crack up at the dumbest things, tumbling off the sofa together while their fellow members look on, shaking their heads. They are two-thirds of Paboracha, united in their goofy, ditzy ways.
Hyunjin always loves to share the ridiculous things he finds online with the group. He often has a captive audience, especially with Jisung and the chronically-online Felix. The trio’s meme references and inside jokes will go on so long that they stop being funny to the rest of the group. All Seungmin needs to hear is a brief TikTok reference these days before he gets up and exits the room.
Hyunjin pulls up this stupid Alpha/Beta/Omega explanation video. The Omegaverse, or a fictional universe wherein people have secondary genders that present in the form of canine traits, is something that Jisung probably wouldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams. Hyunjin’s giggling like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. “The best part, Jisung? People write this stuff about us!”
Is that the best part? Or is that unhinged fan behavior? Should he be freaked out? Jisung really isn’t sure. He’s maybe a little uncomfortable, but also curious. The idea of men who are built to “knot” other men? Wild. Sooo crazy. Not at all interesting.
Or, maybe it is. Sue him. A pent-up idol who relies mainly on his right hand is allowed to be intrigued by stuff, okay? Maybe he should consider watching porn more often. He is definitely a little sexually frustrated.
Jisung is not intending on seeking the Omegaverse out initially. Curiosity gets the better of him that night when he’s alone in his bed. He flips open his laptop to navigate to archiveofourown (after a quick search on Google points him in the right direction.) He’s physically exhausted, but too keyed up to sleep yet, and it’s the perfect time to bed rot and scroll.
Jisung finds out that there are thousands of works about Stray Kids on the archive. There are all sorts of pairings, tropes, kinks and plots to explore. Jisung scans the summaries, some of them making him laugh, some of them making him turn the brightest, hottest shade of red. He finds himself looking through the tags, wondering.
Jisung goes into the filters and is shaken to see that the top relationship in the Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics tag is “Han Jisung/Lee Minho | Lee Know.”
Of course he knows the fans have “shipped” him and Minho for a while, but there really isn’t anything going on. Sure, if it were up to him, maybe there would be. But, Minho doesn’t like him like that.
They are the closest of friends. Minho is basically his platonic soulmate. He cooks Jisung his favorite foods. They have standing movie and TV nights on the other’s beds. It isn’t unusual for them to fall asleep and wake up spooning, ignoring the press of morning wood. (It’s just biology. It means nothing, and if Jisung pictures a pair of expressive eyes and some muscled thighs in the shower while he takes care of things, that is between him and himself, thanks. Nobody ever has to know.)
Jisung is dumbfounded that fans had written about “Minsung” the most. Of all the things he expects about fanfiction, he really did not think he would be the one that ended up the most common main character. Literally how could he be when Felix exists? Jisung is astonished that people aren’t waxing poetic about a beautiful, blond, freckled omega. He fits the lore!
Jisung doesn’t originally intend on clicking into one of the stories, but he really just has to know how the fans see him in this Omegaverse.
If Jisung initially had a guess, he thinks he would have pictured that fans saw him as an alpha. After all, he has gained a lot of muscle and he’s a confident lead rapper. He feels like maybe he gives top vibes, even if he likes bottoming just fine.
Jisung is not expecting that the majority of the fanfiction depicts him as a desperate, soaking wet, wriggling, whining omega mess.
He especially isn’t expecting to like that idea.
His original intent, Jisung tells himself, is just to laugh about it. It is such a strange thing for people to write about. Cocks with knots? Male pregnancy? It’s silly.
It doesn’t feel so silly right now, when he is reading excerpts about himself, slick and open, begging for Minho’s cock. He finds an intriguing summary and clicks into the text. The words on the page before him seem to seep right into his skin.
Jisung laid in bed in the nest he had built, scented with clothes and blankets from his lover. He shuddered, cramps overtaking his body. He hurt so badly. His heat had Jisung’s entire body screaming to be bred by his alpha.
Jisung could feel the slick pooling between his thighs. He could smell the cloying sweetness of his strawberry scent mixed with the scent of Minho surrounding him. The need to bury his nose in his alpha’s scent gland had him keening with distress. He wasn’t above begging.
“Please, Minho— Alpha. Need you so badly.”
Minho responded to his pleading. He crawled into the bed, caressing Jisung’s face, his hands a cool contrast to the burning skin. “Don’t worry my sweet omega, Alpha has got you. I’m going to take care of you, my beautiful boy.”
“Please Alpha, I need your knot. Need you to breed me full.” Jisung shook as he felt Minho’s touch slip over his skin. He ran his hands over the planes of Jisung’s abdominal muscles down to his thighs. Minho’s hands were so close to where Jisung needed him the most. He could smell how wet he was, his sweet slick soaking the bedsheets beneath him. Jisung’s hole clenched as he felt the press of fingers at his rim. He moaned at the invasion of two fingers, stretching him open.
“I’ve got you, my love,” his alpha murmured, pressing into Jisung’s body with confidence. Jisung shuddered as Minho stroked over his prostate, fingers sure.
It wasn’t enough.
“Please Alpha, need you inside.”
Jisung’s face is flushed and his cock is throbbing between his legs. He did not expect to feel like this. Sure, maybe sometimes when he jerks off he sees flashes of Minho on top of him or grinding against him. Minho is the most handsome man Jisung has ever seen and Jisung is attracted to men. In the darkest recesses of his mind, he knows that some part of him is attracted to Minho but they are the best of friends. He never lets himself fully go there mentally. He never lets himself imagine actually fucking Minho. Or being fucked by Minho.
So, why does he suddenly want to reenact this fanfic, letting Minho fill him and plug him up until he is fully bred…
Jisung can’t help but take himself roughly in hand, imagining Minho whispering filthy words like “my good little omega” and “take Alpha’s cock” in his ear. It’s an embarrassingly small number of strokes before he’s close to the edge. His eyes sweep over the filthy words in front of him, before settling on “my love” and suddenly he’s cumming all over his t-shirt.
Fuck.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Jisung closes the lid to his laptop and proceeds to have an entire meltdown. Fucking Hyunjin and his stupid Omegaverse video. Fucking archiveofourown.
Jisung just jerked off to the thought of being fucked by his best friend. More than that, he came while thinking about Minho calling him “my love.” What does that even mean?
Does he like Minho? Does he more than like him?
Jisung groans and moves to change out of his soiled clothes, his heart still racing in his chest. It may be possible that Jisung has feelings for his platonic soulmate— Feelings that are decidedly not platonic.
Minho doesn’t intend on invading Jisung’s privacy. It’s not like they don’t live in each other’s pockets. They eat meals together. They use the same shampoo. Jisung knows the passcode to Minho’s phone. He’s used Jisung’s laptop dozens of times. They don’t have secrets between them.
Well, except for one. Minho may be in love with his best friend, but that’s his problem, not Jisung’s.
Minho isn’t really even sure when it happened.
Maybe it started when Jisung held Minho’s hand during the survival show, quick pulses of Jisung’s fingers helping Minho keep time. Maybe he fell the first time they cuddled up during a stressful night, with Jisung burying his head into Minho’s hoodie-wrapped chest like he was trying to crawl inside. Perhaps it happened the first time he made Jisung laugh, watching that pretty neck stretch back as he giggled, his gummy smile wide, eyes to the sky crinkled with mirth.
He’s been hiding his love for Jisung so long now it feels like just another normal part of his existence. He’s a dancer. He’s a cat person. He loves to cook. He’s madly in love with Han Jisung.
So, it’s not unusual for him to be comfortable with Jisung’s belongings. When he sees an open browser tab, he means to X it out without reading until his eyes see the words “Minho” and “cock” right smack in the middle of the page and he jolts like he’s been electrocuted.
Jisung was reading about Minho’s cock?
Minho doesn’t mean to get involved in the story but he really can’t help himself. How is a person supposed to react when their best friend who they are secretly in love with has presumably been reading pornography about them?
“Please Alpha, need you inside.”
Jisung arched off the bed, bearing down onto Minho’s hand. He was so wet it felt like he was sucking Minho’s fingers inside. The cloying smell of strawberries filled the air.
“You’re ready for Alpha’s cock, sweet baby?” Minho cooed. “Gonna give it to you.”
He pulled his fingers out, still shiny with sweet slick as he drew out his cock. It was HUGE, long and beautifully veined, and Jisung wanted it to split him in half.
Minho should stop reading, really. He should stop reading about his fictional alter ego fingering his best friend’s fictional ass in this fictional world where Minho has a giant cock. (I mean, it’s not small but he doesn’t think it would split anyone in half.) He should stop reading right now, X out the browser and pretend he hasn’t seen it.
But he doesn’t.
Minho spread the wetness from his hand over his cock, twisting his wrist over the head. Jisung was whimpering, trembling with the need to be filled as Minho pulled him by the thighs to press inside.
Jisung was hot like a furnace, wiggling around on Minho’s dick, desperate. His face was pink and his little mouth opened in a gasp.
“God look at you,” Minho whispered, entranced. “So fucking beautiful on my cock. Going to fill you up, baby.”
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Jisung keens, “Yes, Alpha. Fill me up. Breed me full of your pups. Love you so much.”
Okay. Too much. This might be too much for Minho.
Yes okay, in the darkest recesses of his mind he MAY have wished that one day they could get married and have children in a beautiful house with a white picket fence like in all those stupid fucking American romcoms that Jisung likes to watch. (The subtitles always ruin it for him, spoiling the big moments, but the way Jisung melts makes it worth it.)
He may wish they could have a future that involves children and domestic bliss. But is he really so far gone, so depraved, that he is going to fantasize about getting Jisung pregnant?
Fucking his cum deep inside of Jisung. Holding it there. Tying them together. Breeding him.
Is he really wishing that Jisung’s cute tummy would grow round with Minho’s baby?
Minho’s dick twitches in his pants, and he isn’t sure what’s more fucked up, the fact that he absolutely does like that idea or the fact that it’ll never happen.
Minho is in love with his best friend, and he wants to give him babies and he’s pretty sure he’s absolutely fucked.
It all comes to a head on the day of the Stray Kids Retreat segment.
Hyunjin cracks a joke about Changbin being an omega, and Jisung nearly swallows his tongue. Are they allowed to talk about this? He looks wildly around at the staff but either they don’t catch the reference or they don’t care.
The interviewer even asks a follow up question later on. Hyunjin makes a hasty excuse, using his pristine media training to redirect to something PG-rated. Jisung glances over at Minho and it’s clear to him that Minho knows about the Omegaverse too.
He’s not sure if Hyunjin showed him that same fuckass video or if he stumbled upon it himself, but Jisung suddenly feels his neck burning as he remembers the story he read.
Jisung can’t forget about it, actually. It’s been in his mind for days, ever since the night that he got off thinking about Minho taking care of his omega alter-ego in heat.
The premise of Minho as a potential lover has gone from a stunningly shocking twist of feelings into a deep, aching longing. Jisung doesn’t understand how he never felt it there, sitting just underneath his skin. It is more than just attraction. It is something closer to adoration or worship.
Love.
He’s terrified, but there is no need for the thoughts to ever cross his lips. What he has with Minho is too special to ruin over something as silly as unrequited love.
The two of them return to the dorm after they are released from the press for the day and get ready to relax. Minho heats up a simple dinner of leftover kimchi rice, and after they have their fill Jisung clears the table and loads the dishwasher. They plop onto the couch to start a marathon of their favorite comfort show. It’s very much their usual domestic normal evening, but Jisung can’t stop thinking about the idea that Minho knows about the Omegaverse. It’s like a virus that’s infected his brain. In true Jisung fashion, he can’t just let the thought lie without addressing it.
“Hey, uh… Minho?”
“Yeah, jagiya?” Jisung gulps. God, he wishes he wasn’t so awkward about stuff like this.
“Today, during the segment, when Hyunjin was talking about Changbin being an omega…”
Minho raises his brows. “Yes?”
“You, uh, you understood that?” Jisung gulps a bit, not really sure why this has him all hot beneath the collar. They’re best friends and they talk about everything. There’s no reason to be weird about something like this. Even if fans are writing about him getting brutally pounded out by Minho while in heat, there’s no way Minho knows about that.
“I did.” Minho looks too casual. Almost like he’s hiding something. It doesn’t sit well with Jisung. He should stop pressing but he’s really never been good at that.
“Oh. Cool,” Jisung swallows. “You know, people write stories about the members, yeah?” Jisung doesn’t know why he even brought that up. He laughs like it’s all some big joke, but it’s forced and awkward.
“Yeah, I’ve seen it.” Jisung turns to look at Minho so fast that his neck cracks. He can tell instantly that Minho doesn’t mean to say it. Clearly Minho is stumbling through this conversation too. His ears burn red in that cute way they do when he’s embarrassed.
“You have?” Jisung’s mouth drops open a bit. “Seriously?”
Minho looks like he’d like the ground to swallow him up. “I uhh… I saw it open on your computer.”
Jisung freezes. Minho saw his laptop. He read the fanfiction that Jisung was reading about himself going into heat and begging for Minho’s dick. Jisung is going to die.
“You did?” Jisung tries to sound casual, but voice is barely more than a squeak.
Minho looks at his lap. “Yeah. I saw the one, uh, the one about us.”
Jisung takes a shaky breath. He’s pretty sure he’s going to cry. He has to apologize. Minho must think he’s some sort of pervert. “Minho, I’m, I’m so sorry. You must think I’m so fucked up to be reading that.”
“No, Jisung. No. It’s fine,” Minho instantly reassures him. He’s still mostly looking away from Jisung but their eyes meet for a moment and Jisung can see how nervous Minho is. His hands clench in his lap, fidgeting in that way he only does when he’s truly anxious. It makes something in Jisung’s chest tighten.
Minho’s voice is so soft that if Jisung wasn’t pressed against him on their sofa he might not be able to hear it. “It’s- you were curious. You probably just wanted to see.” Minho swallows, squeezes his eyes shut. “You don’t think about me like that, I know that.”
Jisung starts, staring at Minho, because the way he says that, makes it seem like Minho wants Jisung to think about him like that.
Minho’s face has that scrunched, nervous look to it that he only gets in his most vulnerable moments. Jisung’s breath catches, and suddenly there’s a little glow in his chest that feels a bit like hope.
“I was. Curious, I mean.” He’s hesitant. Speaking slowly like he’s trying not to spook a cat or something. “I am still curious actually.”
Minho snaps his gaze up to Jisung’s. His lips part in a little O, eyes blinking rapidly. Jisung smiles shyly and hopes he looks encouraging. He prays he’s reading this right.
“Do you… do you want to read more?” Minho asks so softly that Jisung wonders if he imagines it for a moment.
Jisung doesn’t answer. He’s afraid if he says something he’ll lose his nerve.
He reaches for his laptop where it sits charging on the coffee table, unplugging it and flipping it open. He positions it where they can both see. The tab is still open just where he left it. Jisung pulls it to his lap and reads the words silently to himself. Minho leans closer to read over his shoulder. He can feel warm breath drift across the back of his neck and he shudders like the words are painting over his skin.
Jisung keened, his body arching, “Yes, Alpha. Fill me up. Breed me full of your pups.”
Minho pounded into him, Jisung’s hole was clenching tight around his thick length, squeezing his cock with each push inside. “I’ve got you, my sweet little omega. I’m going to breed you so full. Plug you up with my knot and then do it again.”
Jisung’s strawberry scented slick was all over his thighs as Minho fucked him open. Jisung pressed his hand down on his abdomen where he could feel Minho’s giant cock. He was so deep.
He felt the tears starting to run down his face and Jisung knew what he needed to press him over the edge. “Bite me, Alpha. Mate me, make me yours!”
Minho slowed down to look into his eyes. “Baby, are you sure? God, you’re already mine, love.” Jisung could smell his alpha’s scent strengthening in the air. Minho’s special brand of vetiver and jasmine. “I want this so bad. But only if you’re sure.”
Jisung whined, needing Minho to keep fucking into him. He was so close. So sure. He loved Minho, and he wanted to be with him forever. He wanted to have his babies and grow old with him. He wanted to create a new scent with him, something that was unmistakably them. “I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life, Minho. Please.”
Minho growled and pounded into Jisung. Jisung felt his rim catching on Minho’s growing knot as he, too, neared his climax. He felt the soft warmth of Minho’s mouth as it grazed his throat. “Please, baby, please,” Jisung keened, his cock dripping.
When Minho’s teeth pierced the skin of his scent gland, Jisung came so hard he blacked out. He felt the hot pulses of Minho inside him, filling him. His knot swelled and held them tightly together, finally mated, united as one.”
Jisung stops reading. He can’t read this while he’s pressed up against Minho like this. His cock is hard and it must be visible right now. They’re on the couch in their apartment and Minho must think he’s such a fucking freak because Minho is probably laughing at how silly this all is instead of finding it filthyhot and wanting to try to reenact it and-
Jisung forces himself to look and oh. Minho’s eyes are narrowed and dark and he looks like he’s breathing hard. Minho is turned on. He doesn’t need to say it because it’s written all over his face. He looks like he wants to eat Jisung and Jisung feels like maybe he should let him.
“Minho?” his voice is little more than a croak, a growling, raspy little sound. He’s so fucking obvious. So embarrassing. It’s so clear that he’s thinking about letting Minho knock him up like in the stupid story and Jisung’s going to die of arousal and mortification if Minho doesn’t say something right the fuck now-
“I’m in love with you.”
What? What?! Jisung’s mouth opens and doesn’t close. He’s really not sure if he’s dreaming. Maybe he died reading that fanfic with his best friend and he’s experiencing a fever dream of immense proportions in which all of his deepest darkest fantasies are suddenly coming to fruition and-
“I’m in love with you, Jisung. I have been for years.” Minho’s face is timid but he looks determined, as if this is a truth that he needs Jisung to accept. “I’ve been in love with you, and God, I hope I’m reading this right, but I think maybe you want me too?”
Jisung’s world bursts open, his heart swelling in his chest and, is he crying? He thinks he must be crying because suddenly Minho’s hands are touching his face, thumbs gently circling over the plush cushions of his cheeks, swiping around moisture and then Jisung is crashing their lips together.
Minho opens for him, a soft gasp of surprise falling from his lips. The kiss tastes like tears and Minho and it’s the most perfect thing Jisung has ever experienced.
They pull apart only to suck in gasped breaths and slot their mouths back together, hands running up and down the other’s neck, back, hips. Jisung swings a leg over Minho’s thighs, and settles into Minho’s lap, desperate to establish more contact between their bodies. He pulls apart from Minho’s lips only to mouth at his jaw and throat. Minho groans and Jisung can feel how hard he is against the front of his pants. Jisung snakes a hand down between them, desperate to get his hands on flesh.
“Baby, baby, slow down,” Minho murmurs into his ear. Jisung pulls back to look at him, but it’s difficult. Jisung wants to be touching every inch of him, always. He wants to taste him. Minho’s hands come to frame his face. “Jisung-ah, I want us to do this right. On a bed, where I can really see you.”
Jisung thinks that’s a great idea. Inspired really. He doesn’t need to be told twice, standing to grab Minho by the arm and pulling him into his bedroom. Jisung basically launches himself onto the bed, staring at Minho as he tears his hoodie off up over his head. Jisung is struck by how fucking hot he is. He can see the contours of Minho’s muscles through the cling of his white tee. I’m going to get to touch him.
Jisung watches transfixed as Minho crawls, panther-like, to settle between his thighs. Jisung wants him so badly. His chest hurts with the need to be surrounded, filled by Minho. “Minho, baby, please.”
Minho gives him a devilish grin, something that Jisung can feel all the way to his toes. “That's Alpha to you, baby.”
Jisung makes a wounded sound, something so full of want that he should be mortified by it. He likes that too much. He likes the idea of calling Minho his alpha and letting him fill him up. He wishes Minho could knock him up. He’s burning with shame and arousal, the depravity of it only making his cock throb harder.
“You like that, don’t you, jagi?” Minho teases him, unbuttoning Jisung’s shirt to expose his chest. His hands run over the muscles there. Jisung feels his body prickle with goosebumps, and feels his nipples harden. “Are you going to go into heat for me?”
Jisung feels like maybe he is going into heat because he’s on fire. He didn’t know he could feel this humiliated and turned on at once. His cock is dripping between his legs, pressing painfully hard against the zipper of his jeans. He’s dying, mortified and so fucking aroused that he’s afraid he’s going to end this too soon.
“Please, Minho, please. Fuck,” he’s mumbling nonsense but the feeling of Minho’s mouth mapping its way across his chest and abdomen is leaving him without the ability to think.
“Use your words, Omega,” Minho teases. Jisung can’t fucking believe this. He knows Minho is experienced, and that he tends to top. They’ve all lived in each other’s space for so long, it’s impossible not to know a bit about all of the members' preferences by now- but he doesn’t understand how Minho can just turn into this— this— embodiment of all of Jisung’s filthiest fantasies.
“Please, Minho. Please. Fuck me.” Jisung needs to be fucked immediately. Right this very second. He thinks he’ll die if he isn’t. His best friend is the hottest damn person in the world and he’s on top of Jisung right now, saying filthy things and Jisung is not going to make it through this.
Minho laughs almost meanly. It’s teasing, a little mocking. But he’s got a soft look in his eyes, and his hand is gentle on Jisung’s face.
“God, look at you, Jisung. So desperate for my cock.” He starts peeling off Jisung’s jeans and underwear, kissing his way over hipbones and thighs, avoiding the place where Jisung needs to be touched the most. His cock is heavy between his legs, dribbling precum from the tip. He’d be shy about it if not for the fact that Minho is looking at him like he’s never seen anything so hot in his life.
Jisung wants to see Minho, all of him. “Please, I need it. Need to see you.”
Minho chuckles, reaching to strip off his own clothing. “Okay baby, I’ve got you. I’ll give you everything you need.”
His cock may not be a giant, arm-sized behemoth that will knot in Jisung’s ass, but it is thick and pretty and Jisung definitely wants to get his mouth on it another day when he’s not desperate to be pounded into the mattress.
Minho hops off of the bed and Jisung is about to protest when he realizes that Minho’s reaching into the side table for supplies. Minho smirks when he pulls out a small pink bottle of strawberry-flavored lube along with a condom. How coincidental that the author hit that nail on the head. Jisung loves strawberries.
“Baby, baby, please- can we- can we skip the condom?” Jisung pleads, hoping it isn't too much. “I’m clean, I promise. I want to feel you.”
Minho inhales a deep shuddering breath like he’s trying to stay under control. “God baby, you’re going to fucking kill me.” He pops the cap on the lube and squirts a liberal amount over his fingers. The scent of strawberries fills the air. “You want me to fill you up? Have you dripping my cum from that cute little ass of yours?”
Minho works a slick finger between Jisung’s cheeks, and Jisung arches at the feel of it. It’s been so long since anyone has touched him there and it feels so good. “Yes, yes please.”
Minho hums, sliding two fingers inside and scissoring them apart, spreading Jisung wet and open. “Yes, what, baby?”
Jisung knows what he wants, and he’s too wrecked to be embarrassed about it now. “Yes, Alpha. Fuck. I want your cum. Need you to breed me.”
“Fuck baby, that’s so hot.” Minho begins fucking his fingers into Jisung in earnest, angling his fingers avoid his prostate. It’s sweet torture, blissful agony, as his cock leaks over his stomach. Minho’s getting him so wet, liberally squeezing more of the sweet-smelling lube over his hand as he slides in and out of Jisung’s body. It’s almost like Jisung could believe he’s making his own slick. Almost like he really is in heat.
“Fuck baby, your cock is so wet. Gonna make your pretty ass wet too. Gotta slick you up for Alpha’s knot.”
Minho is not real, there’s no way that Jisung is so lucky to be getting fucked by his best friend who is also deviant enough to play into this filthy fantasy. He loves Minho so much he feels like he’s going to die.
“Please, God, I need you to fuck me right fucking now, Minho. Alpha.”
Minho pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock before lining up with Jisung’s opening. Jisung shudders at the feel of it pressing into his sensitive rim. Minho may not be able to knot him but he is pretty sure that he will be able to feel him in his abdomen. Minho feels huge, stretching Jisung so sweetly. “Fuck me, baby, please.”
Minho pushes all the way inside and Jisung has to breathe deeply so he doesn’t cum right there. The slow drag of Minho’s cock pulling nearly out before plunging back in has Jisung keening, arms and legs scrambling for purchase on the bed sheets.
“Fuck baby, look at you,” Minho coos, “you’re taking me so well.”
Jisung preens under the praise. He glows with the pleasure of being good, of being a good omega for Minho. “Fuck, baby, it’s so good.”
Minho pushes into him harder, deeper- the sound of his hips slamming into Jisung’s ass fills the room. “You’re such a good boy for me, baby. Fuck. Such a good omega. Love you so much.”
Jisung isn’t going to last. He’s drunk on the feeling of being full, of being loved. He feels like he’s been waiting for so long for this, his heart aching for something he didn’t understand all this time.
He wishes that he could bare his neck, that Minho could mate him like his fictional counterpart. He wants to wear Minho’s mark on his body, to let everyone see that he belongs to Minho. He wants something tangible to show everyone that Minho is his and that nobody else gets him like this.
Jisung is so close, can feel himself building towards climax. “Alpha, please. Minho. I’m going to cum. Want you to cum with me. Want you to fill me up.”
Minho goes even faster, harsh thwak of their bodies colliding growing louder and louder. “I will, baby, I’m going to breed you so full of my cum. Come for Alpha.”
Reaching between their bellies, Minho wraps a hand around Jisung’s cock and in a couple of wet strokes Jisung is cumming all over himself, hot spurts across his stomach and chest. Minho follows quickly, thrusting deep, and filling Jisung just like he promised.
Aftershocks shudder through Jisung. Blissed out exhaustion pulls at his watering eyes. He feels the weight of Minho pressing down on him, Minho’s sweat-sticky forehead nudges at the place where Jisung’s shoulder meets his neck. He wishes they could stay here forever with their bodies connected. He wishes Minho really had a knot holding his cum deep inside Jisung, tying them together.
Regrettably, that is not possible, and Minho eases his softening cock out of Jisung. Jisung can feel the warmth of Minho’s release slowly dripping out of him and he feels his spent cock twitch at the reminder that he was bred full of his Alpha’s cum. Fuck, they are so nasty. He laughs out loud, a bit punch drunk.
Minho raises an eyebrow, “Something funny, Jisungie?” He looks soft, maybe even a little shy. It is a contrast to the way he just fucked Jisung like he was trying to put him through a wall. Minho is always a little awkward when it came to feelings. That’s why it had been so startling when Minho confessed first.
Right, first. Except that Jisung hasn’t confessed yet. Minho doesn’t even know how Jisung feels about him.
Jisung smiles at his love. His soulmate. “I’m just thinking about what freaks we are. I didn’t even tell you I love you back yet and you were already ready to breed me full of your pups.”
Minho bursts out a laugh, his face alight with joy. “You’re crazy.” He smiles at Jisung with such tenderness, Jisung feels like he might cry again. He is so in love with his best friend, and all it took was some stupid horny fanfiction to push them over the edge.
“Hey!” Jisung teases, “you keep being mean to me like that, see if I ever let you give me your mating mark!” Minho dives on him, tickling viciously, and the two of them cackle, knowing that some things will never change even if everything has.