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Minho had never been the type to sleep around, no matter how drunk, how attractive or how enticing the person was. A rarity, a genuine connection, friendship, something to build off of. Hookup culture has ruined romance, he says far too often, his little brother, Jeongin, often told him to lighten up. The damn kid thinks he's an adult now that he's a sophomore in college.
His best friend, Chan, tells him to wait it out, there's bound to be someone that shares similar views. He's tired of waiting, tired of praying to meet someone naturally or waiting for the typical romance of a meet-cute. Things like that don't happen in real life.
Despite these views, he crossed a line.
A huge one...
It's Halloween, Jisung and Jeongin decided to dress up in cheerleading uniforms after Changbin, Chan and Minho's friend, gave them the idea for Alphas to do it. Needless to say, that didn't happen. Chan and Changbin decided on vampires instead, Minho didn't participate but came out for drinks, officially, anyway. Unofficially: to see Jisung in a skirt.
"Innie? Have you seen Innie?" Han Jisung, drunk and at his first real college, frat party, clinging onto other's, stumbling, bumping into others. Other males, mainly Alpha's, licking their lips, murmuring about the cutie in a skirt, lost and alone.
Jisung... is complicated.
Pros: Pretty, smart, smells nice, kind, social butterfly, has beautiful eyes, an addictive laugh, smiles at Minho any time they see each other, caring and of course, unknowingly and exceedingly attractive to Minho.
Cons: Jeongin's best friend, Chan's little brother.
Their families are neighbors, each having two sons that are the same age. Chan and Minho being in the same ages, same with Jisung and Jeongin. They all practically grew up together.
"It's Min!" Jisung is hugging Minho's arm, peering up at him with those doe-eyes, his whole body downright flushed. He's a lightweight, Minho too, "Hiiii Min~"
"Hey," Minho clears his throat, "Jeongin didn't say he'd be out tonight, he said he would be at Felix's tonight."
"Innie left me. Poof, like magic. Probably getting some hot Alpha hooked onto him."
Minho knocked back another shot, probably a few too many for him to keep his composure around this gorgeous creature, the one he's not supposed to be thinking about, pursuing or touching. The one he shouldn't be walking back to his home. The one he shouldn't be pressing against his apartment door. The one he definitely shouldn't be sweeping his hand up his skimpy skirt.
The softness of Jisung's thighs makes him shudder. Wet, sloppy kisses, groaning into Jisung's mouth, against his neck. The scent of alcohol and Jisung's titillation, Jisung's hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to lock him against the door.
If this is a mistake, God himself better rip this man out of his hands.
Minho's hand slips into those teasingly tight safety shorts, the slick seeping through them from just a few kisses, "You're soaked."
Jisung whines, nodding and gripping at Minho's top, hips either rutting against his thigh or his probing fingers, "Please, I need-- I need you, Minho, please."
The begging makes him dizzy, the thickness of his pheromones too. He'd do anything for this man, break the societal rules about best friends and their younger siblings. He's sucking roughly against Jisung's bottom lip, letting his teeth sink into the pliant flesh and pop back where it belongs, Jisung back to licking Minho's lips, pleading for more, for anything to take away the ache growing in his core. Minho slips a finger between those plump cheeks, no resistance, he nearly keens.
The sound is vulgar, slick squelching, Jisung's nails against fabric, rustling of their clothing. The Omega's precious exclamations of pleasure. Oh, and the scent, Minho could drown in the scent of peaches. Juicy, sweet, ripe. His mouth waters, an ache between his legs. He's dizzy with thoughs of taking Jisung against the door, letting anyone walk by hear them mate, the alcohol doesn't help his case either. They're both hot, tangled together.
Jisung is soon flipped around, face pressed against the door, them little shorts around his plush thighs, Minho's face buried in his ass, taking a taste of that alluring sweetness. Minho doesn't care if he can hardly breath under this skirt. Jisung's cheeks against his face, he could die happy between them.
"Oh-- wait-- don't stop!"
Hands in his hair pulling and palm pushing back only encourages him to hold Jisung in place by his hip with one hand, the other spreading him apart, tongue lapping up what he can catch, the rest dribbling from his chin onto the floor. What a waste.
It's anarchic. A high Minho has been both waiting for and actively avoiding. Those taboo thoughts he's been having the past year coming to the surface. The ones he's been drowning himself in assignments to avoid.
"Minho, wait," Despite his whispered words, he's rocking his hips in time with Minho's explorative tongue. Those pretty sounds only grow higher in pitch, his tight hole squeezing and contracting until Jisung is practically putty in his hand, quivering, yanking on his hair, a splat against the door, Jisung breathily panting through it.
Minho has never felt so free, so impassioned. Impassioned to eat ass, that's a box he didn't think he'd ever tick. His muddled mind wants to tick more off, make a list of romantic gestures by day and lewd activities for the night.
He savors what he can, Jisung blinking down at him slowly, Minho repeating the motions. There's a heaviness in the air, anxiety that if either of them spoke that the spell will be broken. They'd go their separate ways, never to speak of it again.
Before that could happen, Jisung is dragging him to bed. His bed. Like the Omega lives here, he's been over in passing to grab something or to use a charger for his phone. His heart rams against his chest. He's either utterly drunk or stone cold sober. Laid on the bed with a grunt, Jisung has lost those tantalizing shorts, good fucking riddance. He's getting more comfortable on the bed, watching Jisung undress, his cock twitching in his pants.
The younger clambers onto the bed, stalking like he's finally zeroed Mingo into a corner. Minho on the other hand, is shaking, fumbling with his jeans to unbutton them and tear them down, fearing that any second longer, they'd come to their senses. He doesn't want this to end.
The skirt remains, the Alpha has never seen Jisung's waist up close and personal. Minho could whine with how hot Jisung looks above him, pink cheeked, eager to help pull Minho's boxers and pants down together, they get just far enough for his cock to break free, Jisung not sparing it a glance before grinding down against it, head bowed back, mouth wide open and those ear-tickling 'ah's falling out of it.
His hands wrap around that perfect waist, guiding Jisung to roll his hips, it's clear that he knows what he needs to do but needs guidance and Minho is happy to oblige. He bites his lip, stifling his groans and jutting his hips up, slick making everything soaked and slippery in the best possibly way. The squelching is probably Minho's second favorite noise, first being any noises Jisung makes.
Jisung slips too far, bracing himself on Minho's chest just in time. Both of them share a giggly smile, Minho's stomach flutters. He's so pretty.
Those flutters turn into shudders as soon as Jisung is clumsily striving to slip Minho's cock inside himself, his breath hitching at the sensation of the tip being caught and slipping back out. This happens, one, two, three more times, the anticipation is killing him.
Jisung eventually whines, Minho shooting him an adoring smirk before lining himself up with what he'd consider his wettest of dreams, "I got you, baby," A whole-body chill courses through him as soon as the tip seeps inside Jisung's willing hole, the tips of his ears and cheeks run hot. God, he's never felt anything like this.
They ease it in, Minho stopping Jisung before it seems like the slick has made it down and pulling him back up to ease it in. He peeks up, ogling Jisung's slacked jaw, closed eyes and eyebrows pinched together, fuck, he's perfect even with that lewd expression. Minho has always imagined it, typically under him, above him is like a reward for his patience. It's better.
Minho directs wordlessly on how to rock his hips, starting shallow and slow, even without roughness, he feels his cock poking at Jisung's cervix, the Omega shivering above him unrestrained, those bewitching whimpers spurring him on, "Minho... Minho...God, Minho..."
He has no idea what he's doing right, it's all alcohol and instincts at this point but he's got Jisung bouncing on his lap, an obscenely sexy mess. They've hardly gotten a rhythm going and his whole groin is soaked, slick pooling on the mattress and somehow between his own cheeks. Not that he cares.
That pretty little skirt has a wet patch on it, Jisung's pre-cum staining it. I want to suck him off. It's far too late for that idea. Minho wraps his arm around Jisung's waist, the Omega yelping as Minho is still inside him. He banishes his jeans and underwear off himself and moves them up closer to the headboard. This position feels more intimate.
Minho sitting up and leaning against the headboard, Jisung straddling his lap. With hands back on his hips, he teaches Jisung how to ride him, it's inelegant at first, both of them huffing with amusement in the silver caress of the moonlight. They eventually find their rhythm again, Jisung's arms coming to envelop around his neck and using him to ride. Slow and deep is how they've decided, a stark contrast to their earlier frenzy.
Minho leans forward to swallow Jisung's throaty moans, the kiss is messy but endearing. He savors the taste of Jisung's saliva, no one would believe him if he said he tasted sweetness. One hand on Jisung's hip, the other is on Jisung's ass. Minho squeezes that warm flesh, thanking whatever deity he needs to.
"My legs..." Jisung murmurs against his mouth, they're quaking and giving out.
"Right, uh."
Minho spoons Jisung instead, giving them both the option to lie down but Jisung would have to do basically nothing and that's perfect for his legs. He slips himself back inside, Jisung reaching back to press his face into his neck. He encircles his middle with his arm, using it to keep the Omega in place to thrust perfectly.
This position was the right decision, easy access to where Jisung's scent is strongest. Minho plants kisses along the nape of his neck, followed bit small nips. Jisung likes this position a lot, his scent is releasing inside the room rapidly.
"You're so beautiful," Minho compliments unrestrained. He's complimented Jisung before, subtly. His hair, clothing, his choice of 'shampoo'. He'd tell Jisung every single embarrassing thought he's had about him, every dream, every taboo, just to keep him in his arms. The stickiness of his back on Minho's chest, his plush ass against his pelvis, it's all too much yet not enough. He needs more, again. This can't only be a one-time thing. There's more positions he wants him in.
Jisung lets out a small 'you too', Minho's chest squeezes, his arm getting under Jisung's head to place his hand around his neck. He holds Jisung in place, not gripping.
An enticing noise escaping those flawless lips. He thrusts faster, grasping at the meaty underside of Jisung's thigh and lifting it wide open into the air. His motions are limited but the slapping of their skin and squelching of the slick makes up for it, Jisung rocking his ass back makes it worth it.
Minho's dark hair sticks to his forehead from the exertion, nestling his nose in Jisung's hair.
Jisung, on the other hand is mumbling something between his moans. It takes a few moments for Minho to make it out. He's begging for a knot, to be bred, "Minho- I- please knot me? I'm good- very good," Along with other fully decipherable sentences about being patient.
Minho nearly bites Jisung's neck right there, marking him. He's dreamed of knotting, breeding Jisung. It's a filthy little fantasy he's kept hidden away under lock and key.
There's a passing thought of the implications, but they're all out the window after hearing him beg so sweetly. The thrill of the possibility of binding them together for a lifetime has his chest rumbling, the whole bed vibrates. Minho pushes Jisung onto his stomach, the Omega arching his hips up, that flimsy skirt rides up past his waist, giving Minho a magnificent view of his hole eating up his cock. It's twitching like crazy.
Minho braces himself using Jisung's little shoulder, pinning him down against the pillows. Their skin making contact echos, the Alpha practically howling with pleasure as his knot begins to pop. Jisung's attempts to grip his thigh, but Minho puts a stop to that, locking it behind his back. His arch is insane, ass jiggling with each time his pelvis meets his ass.
He strokes Jisung's cock, the length absolutely soaked in cum, he hadn't noticed Jisung had come already. All of him leaks like a waterfall when stimulated properly. An Omega wettened by his touch, it's all an Alpha can dream of.
Jisung is screaming, the bed creaking under them. He fears it might break but fucking Jisung... fucking Jisung is worth the broken bedframe, "'M gonna knot," Minho rasps between harsh breaths.
Minho has never knotted before, the sensation is new, like a balloon of pleasure swelling in the base of his cock. The knot being stimulated brings a whole new joy of finishing, Jisung's hole constricts his movements, and it feels utterly divine.
"MINHO!" Jisung wails when the length is nestled in as deep as it'll go. If Minho is honest, he's bottomed out, wanting to release as deep into the warmth as possible. The tip is being squeezed to hell, it's borderline painful, "I think you're in my cervix," Jisung looks over his shoulder, Minho, for some dumbass reason thinks attempting to pull out would help.
It only makes them both wince.
"Shit, sorry. A-Are you okay? Does it hurt? Should we move?"
"Spoon?"
His chests squeezes again at Jisung's small, hoarse voice. Minho's hand is splayed across Jisung's abdomen, he can feel where his cock is slightly, it's a hardened area. Minho rubs soothing patterns over it, his whole body tingly and light. Knotting with Jisung, now that's the real wettest of wet dreams (anything with Jisung is).
"Stay?"
"Of course."
Minho has already begun to nod off, knot throbbing into Jisung's depths without a care in the world. Throughout the night, Minho hisses at the streams of cum released every so often. He shivers, pulling Jisung closer and inhaling to calm himself. He shouldn't love this, he does anyway.
The massive hangover he expected to have is nowhere to be seen. His head feels fine, stomach slightly fluttery and his body is wonderfully light. Is this what knotting does? Natures hangover cure.
Minho spends a better portion of his morning caressing Jisung's hip and along his ribs, the Omega's skin bumps at his reverent touches, smelling him. Anyone could tell that he was bred, what an Alpha has planted. What Minho planted. This is a dream come true, Jisung in his arms, all soft and full.
It's awkward at first but welcoming. Minho had thought that Jisung would be disgusted or regretted it, he sure felt guilty, almost as if he had tainted him. Jisung is five years younger, a sophomore in college while he's on his last year of his master's program.
"Hi."
"Hey," Minho kisses his bare shoulder, carefully treading.
Jisung smiles over his shoulder, planting a kiss on Minho's nose, "Last night... was really-- I really liked it, Min," He noses at Minho's nose. Minho repeats the gesture back, his heart ramming against his chest. He prays to whatever deity that Jisung can't feel it.
"Yeah?" He murmurs, half shocked and half relieved.
Jisung liked it.
"Mhn."
"What part made it good?"
Jisung hums thoughtfully, "When you used your mouth," He gives Minho a kiss, Minho groaning into the kiss, "Letting me take control for a little while," They continue to kiss between each reasoning, all of Minho's doubts are tossed out the window, his cock stirring back to life inside and hips subtly rocking against Jisung's soft ass, "Being bred by a hot Alpha is a major plus."
He knows he shouldn't indulge in this once more. That doesn't stop him, "Fuck, Jisung," Minho leans more over to deepen the kiss, his attempt at stealing the air Jisung breathes, muttering against his lips, "Did you really enjoy me filling you up?"
Jisung his whimpering and nodding, flicking his tongue across Minho's in a way that has his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"God, you have no idea what you do to me."
Minho maneuvers Jisung to lie on him, his back pressed against Minho's chest, stiffened cock packed deeply into his hole. He tears that skirt off, wanting to feel every inch of this magnificent being on top of him, his weight, every shudder. Jisung is left open but restrained, Minho's arm wrapped around his torso, other hand holding his thigh open as far as it'll go.
With Jisung spread on top of him, both of them looking and the ceiling. Jisung's hand is in Minho's hair, Minho leaving marks on his pale neck, Minho's chest is rumbling like crazy, the vibrations add an extra layer of stimulation for the both of them. Jisung's hole is clenching him so tightly and the fucking slick, it's unexplainable how slicked up Jisung becomes. How the smell leaks into every portion of his room.
"Do you want it that bad? Tell me Jisung. Tell me everything," Minho nips and sucks on Jisung's ear, whispering sweetly. He rolls his hips up, stoking the flames.
"M-Minho. I-I've never wanted something so-- so bad," He hiccups between needy mewls, "I've- ngh- had dreams."
"About?" Minho thrusts grow more erratic, unable to keep his calm. He's tweaking Jisung's pink nipples, biting his neck, leaving mark after mark, urging Jisung to spill everything. He can only imagine the filthy dreams Jisung could be talking about. Are they the same ones Minho have?
Jisung orgasms after a few rolls of his nipples and Minho's hips. He's quaking, head thrown back against the pillows and a mumbling mess. Not a coherent thought falls from his pretty little mouth. His nails scrape against Minho's scalp, grasping at the strands.
Minho doesn't let up, his hand holding that thigh bruisingly tight as it tries to clamp shut, not on his watch. He bottoms out over and over again, the tip of his cock pressing against the dead end of his lover. His throat rasps with each strenuous breath, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" His knot pops out, rampant, eager to lock them together again.
Jisung's cock is half soft, covered in his own semen, Minho strokes it anyway. Jisung is begging for him to wait while simultaneously bucking into his hand. It's damn hot.
His knot catches on his rim a few thrusts before he's locked inside, releasing inside Jisung's warm depths. With a few more strokes, Jisung is silently screaming through his second orgasm this session, legs tremulous, cum dripping down his sides onto Minho.
They're sweaty, panting and utterly disheveled, pink cheeked, exhausted. Once again tiredly giggling, bumping noses. Minho flips them back over to spoon, tracing his fingers on Jisung's swollen abdomen, rubbing around the release. He can feel his cock twitching inside, filling up, breeding again.
It's always been a little fantasy, not one he'd live out, like something he'd read in fiction, but Jisung... Jisung has spun him on his axis. He loves this, more than he thought he would. God help him.
"That was rather quick..." Jisung's voice is raspy yet full of wonder. He turns to give Minho kisses, smiling against his lips as he speaks, "I'm kind of sad it's over already."
Minho can relate. Getting to do it once was a delusion he kept in his conscious, bringing it to fruition, it's nerve-wracking and has him giddy, "I think I got rather excited."
"Oh, you think?" Jisung clasps his hand around Minho's wandering one, their fingers locking together, "You don't regret it, do you?"
Minho shakes his head, burying it in the back of Jisung's neck. He could never, his heart hurts at the idea of never getting to hold Jisung again. His mind is muddled with a mixture of emotions, desire, anxiety, longing, "You?"
"Not one bit. I always thought it would be some crush that would fade as I got older. Crushing on my best friends' older brother? That's something straight out of a damn drama," Jisung lets out an amused huff, "What happens now?"
"What happens now?" He repeats, not wanting to make the decision himself. It would be messy to continue, right? "Wanna order breakfast?"
"Yeah. That sounds perfect."