can't bite & tear it apart

by hantai

Summary:

There is a rumble in his chest, a start of a growl, upper lip twitching. His fingers curl tightly around Minho's wrist.

"Easy," Minho hums like it's nothing, "you don't wanna get fussy with me."

 

[or: Minho tilts the universe and reshapes everything Jisung has known his whole life.]

The scenario is quite a familiar one at this point— camera light blinking, a bottle of lube, a crowd watching him.

 

Jisung never thought he'd be this comfortable in front of the camera, especially not while naked, but there's something about the thrill of it all that keeps him seeking that type of exposure.

 

It especially comes in handy right before and during his ruts. The attention he gets from multiple people in multiple ways brings a whole new high to the whole experience. 

 

That's how he finds himself sitting in front of his camera one night, rut due in only a few short days, his fingers wrapped in a loose fist around his cock as his lidded eyes scan over the comments popping up one after another on the screen. 

you look so good

 

u make mes o wet

 

hhg wish i could have your knot in me alpha :(

Pride blooms in his chest, giddy with all the praise and compliments and the unyielding proof of how wanted and desired he is. It's amusing how something so simple can drive his viewers crazy and it makes a breathless laugh bubble up from his chest, hips canting up and lazily fucking into his fist.

 

He's done so many things, has gotten off in front of the camera in so many different ways— what he's doing right now is probably the most tame he's ever been. Yet, the tips keep coming and the comments are never ending. 

 

He keeps working his hand over his cock, thumb swiping over the head every now and then, making sure to show off the string of precum that sticks to the pad of his finger before using it to ease the slide of his hand. Over time he’s found out that small things like this are the biggest money-shots. 

 

"Don't you guys find this boring?" he asks teasingly, licking over his raw lips and pushing the damp bangs out of his eyes. He’s forgone the usual snapback he wears this time, too pent up to constantly check whether it’s sitting right on his head or covering his eyes just enough. It’s not like his viewers have never seen Jisung’s face before— in fact, he finds a certain kind of thrill at being exposed so wholly. 

 

The response to his question is immediate, a string of no 's and angry emojis filling up the corner of the screen. It makes Jisung laugh, leaning back on one hand and spreading his legs further as he lets his finger circle the base of his knot slowly. It has filled up only slightly, just enough to stand out and draw attention. 

 

The omegas always eat it up. 

 

The room echoes with the ding of tips that keep coming in and a wide grin stretches over Jisung's face, "Oh?’’, he cocks his head almost innocently, almost as if he doesn't know just how much his every little move and expression affects every single person watching him. It’s not just them, though— it has an affect on Jisung, too. He's been on edge, a simmering ache in his core spreading the heat underneath his skin and growing more and more constant and prominent with each day closer to his rut. 

 

A comment catches his eye among the mess of please alpha, want ur knot and pleasepleaseplease .

 

A simple but tantalizing c ould be more interesting, stands out and makes his hand stop mid teasing over his knot. 

 

Jisung's eyes flit to the username behind it, a minnie98 glaring at him. It sparks his interest, pulls him in.

 

"Could be more interesting?" he breathes, eyebrow quirking as his eyes flicker back to the camera, "you've got a request, Minnie?" he asks, lips curling into an amused smile before he purrs, "I'll do anything to entertain you."

 

He's had quite a few bratty omegas on his arm. The attitude doesn't baffle him— if anything, it's fun. Adds a little something to the dynamic. 

 

It draws Jisung in and he soon finds himself eagerly waiting for minnie98 to appear again on the screen, not willing to let their next comment get swallowed up by the mass of others.

 

"D'you want me to pop a knot, hm?" he drawls, taunting, hoping to draw Minnie's attention again, fingers curling and uncurling around the base of his cock, putting pressure on the growing swell, "Maybe that'll make this more interesting."

 

it would be such a shame to just pop a knot and get it over with , the next comment reads and Jisung's fingers subconsciously stop pressing into the underside of the throbbing swelling of his knot. 

 

And– yeah, maybe minnie98 is right but Jisung is too wound up to drag this whole thing out. All he's got with him is lube, the consistency not too runny but not too sticky either, a perfect balance that resembles slick. It is enough for his fans to get the picture of what it would look like if it were their slick messing him up.

 

His knot might not be swollen enough yet but he's hard, deep flush covering his cock and precum pooling at the tip with each stroke.

 

With his eyes flickering over the comments, Jisung keeps giving languid strokes to his cock, chest rising and falling each time his fingers would brush over the sensitive swelling at the base, spine tingling with the sensation. 

 

He answers a few questions, gives a raspy description of how his knot feels, makes sure to emphasize on how much better it would feel if it was being squeezed by a warm hole instead of his own fist. 

 

Then— focus on me, pretty boy flashes on the bright screen along with a generous tip from minnie98 and— Jisung has never been the one to deny a demanding omega. Especially if they pay well. 

is your knot sensitive? 

Jisung reads the question out loud, something he's never gotten before. He leans back a bit further, lets his cock rest against the soft material of his shirt as he focuses on brushing the tip of his finger over his knot, blunt nail scratching the stretched skin, thighs quivering with it.

 

"It is," he breathes, chest rumbling as the knot swells up further. "It gets so sensitive whenever cute little omegas clench around it." 

mhm, i'm sure it does, alpha

 

add more lube to it, let me see how it looks all messy with it

Another tip and Jisung reaches for the bottle, squeezes out the substance right above his knot in little circles, feeling it trickle down his taint and the insides of his thighs. 

stroke it

He spreads the lube around, thumb and forefinger struggling to circle the swelling but he does as he's told, dragging his fingers over it, a low groan slipping past his lips and bouncing off the walls of his room.

 

Heat is licking at his insides, making him tingly all over as his glazed eyes wait for another comment from Minnie. Usually, he'd try to give fragments of attention to most of his viewers but tonight minnie98 has him in a grasp and has already paid enough to have the luxury of Jisung's undivided attention. 

 

"Is this interesting enough for you, Minnie?" he drawls, fingers curling and uncurling around the base of his cock, putting pressure on the growing swelling.

 

The response is immediate— we're getting there, baby .

 

It makes Jisung huff despite the fluttery feeling in his stomach and the fresh dribble of precum beading at the tip of his cock and dribbling down the length of it. 

wrap your hand around your cock

right above the knot

do it tightly and fuck against it

And Jisung, totally because he's generous and definitely not because this is turning him on beyond belief, does as he's told. It's dizzying, the way his knot keeps pushing against his fist that doesn't give way, denying him relief. 

 

He wonders if minnie98 is the type of omega to tease alphas like this, letting them fuck into them but clenching enough not to let the knot pop in until it drives them crazy. 

 

Jisung's knot is already swollen up to its fullness, pulsing with the need to lock inside the wet heat and pump it full of cum.

 

What he's doing is not enough— he'll never be able to come like this. 

let go of your cock

And the whines that have been escaping Jisung's lungs without his notice only grow louder as his fingers slip away, hips canting up, continuing to fuck into the air. 

mm, good

now do it again 

Jisung's shirt is sticking to his skin at this point, sweat gathering over his furrowed brows as he works his hand over his cock again, just the same as before. It's maddening, the pleasure it provides with no actual relief, his cock hot to the touch and twitching, so close to release. 

 

"I'm—" he rasps, barely recognizing his voice, "fuck. 'm so close."

 

Despite wanting to let his eyes slip shut, he keeps his heavy lidded gaze on the screen, watching the blur of comments but only searching for the ones coming from a certain viewer. 

stop

Jisung growls, low and guttural, not stopping his ministrations, the slick sound of his hand working over his cock only growing more desperate. He's so close he can feel the burn of it on the tip of his tongue as it darts out to swipe over his bottom lip.

i told you to stop

don't you listen to your fans, alpha?  

And no, Jisung doesn't— not like this at least.

 

But he feels some resemblance of guilt stir in his stomach, aware of how much minnie98 has put into his bank account. 

 

His chest is still rumbling with a growl as he pulls his hand away. His cock keeps twitching pathetically and all he can do is whimper as shivers tremble through his nerves.

such a naughty alpha, aren't you? 

To his horror, Jisung's shoulders draw in and he whimpers once again. This time the sound is so small and pitiful.

it's okay, we'll just have to punish you

Jisung's eyes widen, flickering to the camera before another tip notification draws his attention back to the comments.

have you ever spanked yourself, alpha?

"I— I'm— haven't. I haven't," Jisung manages, shame coloring his whole body red at the fact that he's even entertaining this thought.

i want you to do it

Jisung sputters. His heart is hammering against his ribcage as his eyes take in the comment again before it disappears, making sure that he hasn't read it wrong. But minnie98 is pretty clear and straightforward about what they want and Jisung is teetering on the edge, mind fogged enough not to think through his decisions. 

 

He leans forward shakily, hand hesitating as it hovers over the side of his ass before giving a shy slap. It's barely there, doesn't have much impact but being exposed in front of so many people and doing something society considers shameful for an alpha makes Jisung's head spin. 

c'mon. is that all you've got, alpha? i'm sure you can hit harder than that

Jisung's thighs are shaking, burning with the tremble and his cock feels so heavy and hot between his legs as he readjusts, makes sure to position his hand right above his ass before hitting again. It punches a gasp out of his lungs, head falling forwards as he pants, struggling to make his eyes focus on the dribble of precum obscenely hanging from the head of his cock. 

 

He forces his head back up, facing the screen just in time to see harder roll in along the comments. 

 

Jisung listens. Something overcomes him and he listens. He's never thought to be the type to let omegas boss him around but here he is, shaking with anticipation and hitting the bare skin again, putting more force. 

 

It makes him gasp wetly, fire shooting up his spine. 

again

He does it again.

again

He does it, teeth clenched, tender flesh pulsing.

again, pretty alpha

He does it and snaps, knees knocking together, ropes of cum shoot all over the place as he heaves around a dry sob. His fingers sink into the raw flesh of his ass as he tries to ground himself but the biting pain doesn't help the way his muscles keep locking and his mind goes numb with pleasure. 

 

His cock is twitching, hot red and untouched as it keeps drooling and Jisung collapses against the back of the couch, clumsily reaching to grip the pulsating knot, eyes squeezing at the overwhelming sensitivity.

 

He can barely breathe, doesn't even know how long it takes him to regain his senses, but once he does, his vision is still spinning and his body is still tingling all over. 

 

The sound of the tips coming in shakes him up, reminds him that he's still streaming, that there is a mass of people witnessing this and Jisung blinks a few times, wets his lips and sits up, flushed all over. He manages out a shaky laugh. 

 

"That— I'm—" 

 

Before he can continue a familiar username appears again. Jisung stops breathing, frozen in place, spent cock twitching where it lays useless. 

good job, baby.

you were such a good boy for alpha. <3

An hour passes and Jisung is sitting on his bed, fresh out of the shower. His eyes are trained on the phone sitting in front of him, the black screen of it mocking him. The only thing keeping him from spacing out is the occasional droplet of cold water that falls from his damp hair and onto his still burning nape.  

 

Jisung's done this many times before, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. 

 

It’s quite simple— open the app, search for the username, go to the messages, type out the familiar string of words and then go on with your day. 

 

It’s quite simple yet Jisung finds himself hesitating, low buzz still thrumming through his veins.

 

He's quite confident in himself when it comes to omegas but this was, as far as he knows, an alpha and he's about to thank them for watching his live and leaving generous tips. It's something that has never happened before. 

 

Jisung considers forgoing it but his bank account status glares at him once he finally unlocks his phone. 

 

The first thing he's greeted with once he opens minnie98 's account is a picture of an angry cat set as the profile and Jisung finds himself letting out a small snort, feeling a little bit at ease. 

 

There really isn't any info about the person behind the account except the m., 27 and even though that isn't unusual it still irks Jisung a little. 

 

hi :)

i just wanted to thank u for the generous tips u left tonight

Biting on his finger, Jisung rereads the message that took his brain one too many minutes to form. It's— it's fine. It's not too long, it hopefully comes off as genuine and Jisung's inner turmoil isn't showing through. Or he hopes.

 

Time stretches and Jisung pulls himself out of the staring contest with his phone screen eventually, mentally reminding himself of how ridiculous he's being. 

 

It's just a viewer. It doesn't matter whether they are an alpha, beta or omega. 

 

Sure, he's never had an alpha watching his streams (at least not that he's aware of) and he's definitely never interacted with one the way he did tonight but that doesn't change anything. It doesn't mean anything. He was just pent up. And he still isn't sure whether this person is actually an alpha or if it's just a cheeky little omega messing with him. 

 

He's in the middle of tapping moisturizer on his face when his phone buzzes on the bathroom counter next to him. In the privacy of his four walls, Jisung feels a little less embarrassed at how fast he reaches for it and opens the notification, eyes wide and fingers still sticky from the cream. 

no need to thank me

i enjoyed the stream quite a lot, it was only appropriate to give something in return

A heartbeat passes and then another message pops up.

besides

it's not an everyday opportunity seeing such a pretty alpha being obedient for you

Jisung's cheeks flare up and he rushes to type out his reply.

i'm not usually like that

i was just too worked up

 

is that so?

The tone of Minnie's reply sets off Jisung's defense mechanism, his alpha rumbling. 

 

So, he does the most rational thing— he locks his phone and decides to forget about this whole accident.

The exam season comes and goes and so does Jisung's rut. The two overlapping wasn't ideal but he manages to get by mostly thanks to Felix who took it upon himself to do Jisung's online exams while simultaneously sitting on his knot. 

 

(To thank him, Jisung gave him his credit card and sent him off to whichever shopping mall he was obsessed with at the moment.)

 

And as exam season comes and goes, what always follows up is the party Chan neatly organizes at the frat. Jisung participates only by opening snacks and drinks which he rationalizes to a very pouty and grumpy Changbin as try-testing. 

 

It's a night filled with relief about exams being over and substance induced fun and Jisung loves it more than anything. 

 

He's on his second shot when people start filling up the place and the music gets turned up a notch or two. Familiar tufts of blonde and red hair stand out to Jisung and a wide grin stretches over his face as Hyunjin and Felix make their way through the crowd and towards him.

 

What he doesn't notice is the unfamiliar figure trailing behind them— at least not until he's hit with the scent of sweet orange and eucalyptus that adds so much freshness to it. 

 

"Hey, handsome," Felix purrs, sliding up into Jisung's space and placing a sweet little kiss to his jaw while Hyunjin occupies his other side, sneaking his arm around Jisung's. 

 

And Jisung, who should be basking in all the attention he's getting from two ridiculously pretty omegas, finds himself staring at the man in front of him instead.

 

He takes in everything— from the chunky boots on his feet that go high enough to hug his calves to the the shiny fabric of the pants that does the same job going further up, stuck to his body like a glove and outlining his muscular thighs that Jisung eyes for a moment too long. The shirt he has on is a little baggy but still gives an idea of what's underneath with each movement. 

 

Once his eyes lock with the dark ones, Jisung is momentarily stunned.

 

"This is Minho, he's a new choreographer at the dance studio we go to," Hyunjin introduces, pulling Jisung out of his dazed state with a halfhearted nudge to his ribs. "He used to study here, though."

 

"Hey," Minho smiles, the corner of his mouth twitching up into something Jisung's mind and heart immediately decipher as dangerous.

 

Jisung reaches out his hand, hyper aware of how soft Minho's feels as he shakes it, knocked dumb by his scent. 

 

The scent of an alpha.

 

 "I'm Jisung."

 

Minho hums to himself, eyes glued to Jisung, tracing his face without a care of everything else happening around them. He drags his eyes down his body and Jisung's nostrils flare at the swirling aroma that is invading his senses.

 

Then, with that same little smile, he looks back up at Jisung, "I know."

Turns out Jisung's gut feeling was right.

 

He's gotten through two solo cups of drinks, he's danced with more people than he can count and has won a round of beer pong. Jisung would go as far as calling this his night if there wasn't a prickling sensation of being watched through it all, right on the back of his neck.

 

It doesn't take too much brain power to figure out who is watching him. After all, Minho is pretty blunt about it. 

 

Although they didn't spend much time with each other after the little introduction, Jisung has met his eyes on multiple occasions, each time making his stomach curl in a very specific way.

 

And if that wasn't enough, the scent of a freshly squeezed orange still remains in his nose.

 

Jisung's phone buzzes in the back pocket of his jeans and he detaches himself from the conversation he's been trying to keep up with only to see a notification from his streaming site. 

 

One new message! glares at him from the bright screen of his phone and Jisung's heart does a little weird thing behind his ribs as he taps on it.

how rude and unprofessional of you to leave me on read

Jisung blinks, reads over the message two more times to make sure he isn't seeing things.

i think that continuing the conversation would've been equally unprofessional

If Jisung were more in touch with his core, he'd acknowledge the itchy need simmering underneath his skin that was waiting to latch onto a mere ounce of attention from minnie98 .

 

Even now, after his cold-ish and asshole-ish reply was sent, Jisung keeps checking his phone for a reply. And the reply does come in a few short minutes, just as he finds his place in a secluded corner. 

but it's fun

Not for Jisung and his inner turmoil that hasn't ended since that night. The question still hangs in the air: Are you really an alpha? looming over him and blurring out everything else. 

 

In the midst of his renewed mini freakout, Jisung decides to step out on the balcony. Fresh air means clear head and clear head means wiping out any thought Jisung has about getting off to an alpha guiding him through it.

 

He pushes through the crowd and heads upstairs where it’s much quieter and calmer. Seungmin is there and he greets Jisung with a small nod and squinted eyes, as if he can sniff out that something is wrong. He’s scarily good at that but Jisung really isn't in the mood for one of his interrogations— especially because he knows how easily Seungmin can figure people out.

 

So, he gives him a thumbs up and tells him that he should go downstairs and join the stupid Guess the flavor of Takis game.

 

The door of their balcony is a bitch to push open but Jisung manages and as soon as the chill air hits his skin and fills his lungs, he feels himself relax a little. 

 

It’s already past midnight and the sky is dark and subtly decorated with a few stars. Jisung leans against the railing and lets his eyes flutter shut. Which— might have not been the best idea. The image of Minho is clear behind his eyelids, all sharp features and a dangerous smile.

 

Jisung has never really actively found an alpha gorgeous but, in the privacy of his little spot on the balcony, he can admit that Minho has something that singles him out from the crowd. 

 

The scent of orange that's been lingering in his nose grows stronger and it's only when there's another body leaning over the railing next to him that Jisung realizes he's not alone anymore. 

 

Minho doesn't speak, doesn't even glance at Jisung but Jisung is left dumbfounded, unable to look away.

 

Somehow, seeing Minho here is a completely different experience than seeing Minho inside the house.

 

This close, Jisung is able to pay attention to every little detail of his face— the texture of his skin, his eyelashes that curl up delicately, the sharp line of his nose that is softened up by the slope of his plush mouth. 

 

"How come you're only brave enough to look at me when I'm looking away?"

 

Jisung can only muster up a startled little laugh, blinking away from Minho's side profile. Without the loud music blurring it out, Minho's voice sounds almost soft, a complete contrast to his bluntness. 

 

"You’d have to be looking at me to know that. And you've been looking quite a lot.’’

 

It’s Minho’s time to laugh now, the sound laced with confidence and smugness unlike Jisung’s stuttery little noise.

 

"It's hard not to look at such a pretty alpha."

 

Jisung's mind blanks for a good few moments as he watches Minho's smile grow.

 

It can't be— he has to be overthinking it. He's been sniffing out every alpha in his radius for the past few weeks, searching for the one messing with his head. It has clearly had an affect on him. 

 

In the midst of Jisung's silent freakout, Minho has turned to face him, forearm supporting him against the railing and eyes boring right through Jisung's soul. It's unsettling, how Minho seems to know exactly what he's doing to Jisung. 

 

The silence stretches between them, each second making the tension wrap itself around Jisung's limbs and throat just that much tighter until every breath is a task. 

 

"I think I've had one too many drinks," Jisung finally settles on, unable to form an adequate response to Minho's words. 

 

Minho's bubbly laugh swooshes around him like summer breeze, humid and making it hard to breathe. He's reaching out before Jisung can even process it, the pad of his thumb brushing too close to Jisung's scent gland.

 

The flesh underneath simmers, hot flashes pumping through Jisung's veins, fingertips tingling with it. There is a rumble in his chest, a start of a growl, upper lip twitching. His fingers curl tightly around Minho's wrist.

 

"Easy," Minho hums like it's nothing, "you don't wanna get fussy with me." 

 

To his own horror, that sends another frisson of flickering heat down Jisung's spine, the tension flaring into something that awfully feels like interest as Minho rubs over the same spot again. 

 

He redirects his interest from Jisung's neck, eyes locking with Jisung's, something dark and molten swirling in them and making Jisung's head spin. 

 

Jisung now understands how helpless a fly feels caught in a spiderweb, carefully wrapped up and unable to escape. 

 

He hates the thrill flickering to life underneath all the inner protest.

 

"There. You had a lipstick stain.’’

 

Jisung can’t form a sentence coherent enough to give back a reply, can’t even wrap his head around what is happening— around him and inside of him. He’s left staring as Minho finishes his drink and peels himself away from the edge of the balcony, heading back inside, as if he didn’t just tilt Jisung’s world. He seems perfectly aware of it, with that same smile on his face and amusement in his eyes. 

 

And just like that, he leaves Jisung with a, ‘’I’ll see you around, pretty alpha.’’

Jisung is thoroughly fucked.

 

There are one too many things he should be focusing on in his life and yet one particularly infuriating alpha is invading all of his thoughts, tainting them with his smile and lacing them with a scent so simple yet so intoxicating.

 

"What's up with you?" Changbin asks on one hot Friday afternoon, bumping his shoulder into Jisung's as they make their way back to the frat after a long session in the cramped space of their studio. 

 

Jisung only grumbles, watching the last ice cube in his coffee disappear under the scorching heat. 

 

"Hyung," he starts after a long pause, "have you ever been—", a loud noise interrupts him, Changbin's ringtone cutting him off. Jisung takes it as a sign to bite his tongue instead of making a fool of himself.

 

He shouldn't bring it up. This whole thing should explicitly stay between him and his traitorous dick.

 

Jisung might be having a very hard time because all he's been thinking about for a week or so now is Minho's scent and his unyielding presence but that’s his own business. Besides, Jisung, to his own horror, finds that he's sort of attracted to it, maybe. At least, it sparks his interest.

 

"Yeah," Changbin says, suddenly too enthusiastic for someone who's barely keeping his eyes open at this point. "Yeah, of course. We'll be there."

Jisung has sat through many of Felix's dance classes, glued to the uncomfortable bench or cold parquet for hours, from start to finish. Never like this, though. He’s never paid much attention to the dancers, keen on letting them do their thing while he scrolls through his phone.

 

Now, his phone lies forgotten and his eyes can’t peel away from the sight of Minho’s body curving and hitting every beat. He’s fluid, one with the music bouncing off the walls. It’s as if the music notes are slipping into every pore of his skin and controlling his body. Jisung is mesmerized.

 

‘’He’s so pretty,’’ Changbin sighs next to him, chin propped on his palm, on cloud nine as he watches Hyunjin.

 

Yeah , Jisung thinks to himself, a secret, he is.

Felix bounces over to him after he waves goodbye to the rest of the crew, beaming and still buzzing with energy. Changbin has already left to shower Hyunjin with compliments, the omega pumping out scent a tad bit sweeter than it usually is, despite his disinterested facade.

 

‘’So,’’ Felix drawls, crouching down in front of Jisung, eyes full of expectation, ‘’how was it?’’

 

Jisung swallows, peeling his attention from the way Minho’s throat bobs with each gulp of water he takes in the corner of the studio. His shirt is sticking to his body, drenched in sweat and Jisung can pick up the scent of eucalyptus if he focuses hard enough.

 

Felix, always so observant, catches him staring and his smile sharpens almost immediately. He looks like a mischievous cat, ready to push a vase off the table and shatter it into pieces. 

 

In this scenario, Jisung's ego is an exceptionally delicate vase teetering on the very edge.  

 

‘’Hm. Minnie hyung was good, wasn’t he?’’ 

 

Jisung blinks.

 

Minnie hyung.

 

Minnie .

 

Over Felix’s shoulder he catches Minho staring at him through the mirror, lips curled into an amused smile. Electricity dances across Jisung's skin.

Jisung schedules another stream for Saturday. There is a lack of approaching exams and barely any food left in his storage so it comes in handy.

 

It's the same as always— Jisung's bed, a fleshlight and a bottle of lube. Nothing much but everything his viewers devour eagerly. 

 

Jisung knows that it doesn't matter. He knows that he could just jerk off in minutes and end the stream and it would still be enough to keep his viewers coming back for more. 

 

But he's always been a giver. Always focused on leaving the other party thoroughly satisfied. 

 

And the more he gives, the more he receives.

 

He has left the shirt forgotten this time, well aware that it'll earn him a few extra tips, back pressed into the pillows he's stacked against the headboard and his laptop perched on the one placed on the opposite side of the bed. 

 

The trademark snapback is pulled over his eyes as he scrolls through the camming website on his phone, watching as people enter the live, comments already stacking in the corner of the screen. 

 

This is familiar— a flood of cute, needy omegas greeting him, telling him they've missed him, complimenting him. Most of the usernames he recognizes as his regular viewers and it fills him with pride and satisfaction, knowing that they enjoy his content enough to keep coming back for more. 

 

This is familiar and good and it keeps Jisung's thoughts from wandering to forbidden places. He knows who he’s dealing with, there are no inner turmoils, no overthinking.

 

‘’Hey guys,’’ he gives a small wave, smiling brightly at the camera as he readjusts against the pillows, settling comfortably, fingers already tapping lightly against the waistband of his underwear. It might seem like an innocent move but it’s well calculated, a little thing that he had learned is something that makes his fans’ interest perk.

 

The first part of his stream goes smoothly, just as it always does. Chatting with his viewers, answering some of the questions, asking his own and reading out their answers. He turns on his charm and the talk itself earns him quite a few good tips. 

 

Once his fingers dip into the waistband of his underwear, the number of familiar dings doubles.

 

It’s easy from this point. Jisung focuses on pleasure, and considering how pent up he is, it’s more than welcome. He fills up under the fabric in no time, the outline quite obvious.

 

"Y'know what," he drawls at one point, reaching out to take the fleshlight and show it to the camera mischievously.  

 

"I see you guys are quite generous tonight, hm? So how about I reward whoever bids the most with a private show? Just me and you," he hums and maybe it's a rushed, unplanned decision but Jisung knows all the tricks that make his bank account sing.

 

He's done a private show here and there, it's not a completely unfamiliar territory. 

 

The first one had been a bit nervewrecking but the omega he had chosen was sweet, eating right out of the palm of Jisung's hand. They talked and got off and Jisung had enough money to treat himself and his friends to sushi that night and splurge for the rest of the week. Overall, it was a good experience. 

 

The response to his suggestion is more than enthusiastic, with money already flowing in. It makes Jisung giddy.

 

In no time, his briefs are pulled down enough to reveal his cock, fingers working the lube over it in copious amounts, shivering slightly at the cool feeling against his heated skin. He's well aware what an effect it has on his audience. And Jisung can't lie— he loves it wet and messy, too. 

 

The nerves that were acting up previously have fizzled away, now replaced with excitement. 

 

He works the fleshlight over his cock lazily, knot chubbing up gradiously and catching against it every now and then, sending tingles down his spine.

 

The toy felt like heaven, tight and squelching obscenely everytime Jisung fucks up into it. He starts out slowly, savoring the feeling, letting his dick fuck into the fleshlight languidly, fire shooting through his nerves and making him needier by the second.

 

"Feels so good," he sighs out, biting into his lower lip, free hand coming to brush over his quivering stomach, "just like a perfect omega hole."

 

Just as he expects, the lewd comment brings another wave of eager comments and familiar dings that make the corner of his mouth quirk up.

oh my god

 

Fuckk he's soooo hot

 

that should be me alpha :(

Jisung laughs breathlessly, head falling back as he sucks in a sharp breath, the sounds of his sloppy thrusts against the wet toy filling up the room, precum leaking and mixing with the lube.

 

"It could be you. Any of you. But you know what you need to do, don't you?" he purrs, chest rumbling in satisfaction as he watches the tips double, the comments fluttering by so quickly that he can't even read them. 

 

He loves taunting them, getting them on edge and seeing how far he can push them into neediness, begging for him.

 

The tips keep coming in, the comments popping up on the screen and Jisung gets lost in the pleasure. Grunts keep pushing past his lips as his eyes squeeze shut, holding the fleshlight to the base of his cock, feeling it pulse within the silicone. 

 

Stroking upwards, Jisung feels the lube sliding down his length obscenely, the sound of sloshing within the toy sending shivers up his spine. 

 

His hips thrust up with added force, cock bumping at the end of the fleshlight and knot nudging at the bottom, trying to fit in. 

 

It's barely a struggle imagining a tight omega like this, taking him and squeezing around him oh so deliciously. Right there, above him, with a dazed look in their eyes.

 

And their eyes– they're Jisung's favorite thing to look at while taking them apart. They get so foggy, sparkling with unshed tears and staring at Jisung like he's their personal God. And Jisung has all control.

 

"I wish you were here instead of this toy," he sighs out, blinking his eyes open to look directly at the camera, lips curling into a smile as he imagines an omega on the other side whining in frustration. 

 

He pulls out, wraps his fingers around his dick and slaps it against the opening of the fleshlight, sinking the head in a few times before drawing back out again, grin on his face. Jisung knows that he's teasing them, and adores the power he has over them. 

 

He grinds his cock, knot already almost filled up at the base, and keens at how good it feels. 

 

Checking the corner of the screen, he can see the highest bidder already, sitting right on top, pinned. 

 

It's a decent amount, definitely a little more than Jisung earns in most of his lives. It'll definitely get him through the last few weeks of the month. 

 

There's no need to drag this one out and edge himself.

 

Jisung lets his eyes flutter shut once again, orgasm approaching and sending little white sparks behind his eyelids with each thrust into the wet toy.

 

Against his better judgment, he starts to imagine strong thighs wrapped in leather, soft silver hair and plump lips stretched into a taunting smile. He imagines the ghost of a touch against his scent gland and hungry eyes watching his every move and his pace gets more reckless— messy and desperate as he tries to will his deepest fantasies away. They keep coming back up to the surface. 

 

He imagines that body all over him, touching and gripping and taking — solid and strong, nothing like the dainty, pliant omegas he's used to. He imagines the scent of orangeandeucalyptus invading all of his senses and sinking into his pores until it's overpowering his own scent. 

 

And it's his free hand wandering down until he’s brushing over his knot and pressing, only barely, against his taint that does it.

 

Jisung’s stomach tightens as electricity heats up his veins from the inside out. He comes inside the fleshlight, knot pulsing and heart pounding in his ears along with You don't wanna get fussy with me. The image of sharp eyes and a condescending smile overtakes his every sense, devours him from inside out. A half moan, the name that lingers on the tip of his tongue.

 

He's too scared to open his eyes, too scared of the possibility of his deepest, newly discovered desire seeping through his irises for everyone to see. 

 

Jisung knows that it's ridiculous— that there is no holographic screen playing out the images his brain is filled with. No one knows he just knotted to the thought of Minho, to the thought of another alpha , overpowering him.

 

Yet, it takes him a moment too long to peel his eyes open, only then becoming aware of the little whines trembling out of his throat and right into the open air. 

 

Jisung swallows them back, chest heaving with each breath and vision still blurry around the edges. 

 

Slowly, he slides the toy off, hissing through the sensitivity as the silicone drags over his spent cock, the mix of lube and cum dribbling all over it. The cleanup is usually the worst part. Not this time— now, the worst part is everything that'll come as the aftermath of Jisung dipping his toes in poisonous water.

 

Another moment passes and he finally dares to look at the inflow of comments on the screen. 

 

A bunch of holy shit 's, oh my god 's and what was that 's flash before his eyes along with many more lewd comments Jisung is too wrapped up in his head to process. 

 

"Ah– hah ," the laugh sounds forced to his own ears, and he winches lightly, shifting on the bed. 

 

"That was something, wasn't it?" He opts for a nonchalant approach but ends up babbling his way through it anyway, "I got too pent up thinking about you guys, yeah?"

 

Jisung hopes that his smile doesn't look too forced.

 

It should be easy from here on— chatting a little, thanking his viewers for sticking with him and then bidding his goodbye.

 

It should be, but Jisung's eyes flicker to the screen, right where the username of the person who sent in the largest number of coins is pinned.

 

Just like the first time, Jisung freezes, icy chills dancing across his skin.

 

minnie98

Jisung is so, so fucked. Astronomically fucked.

 

His pulse is full of bubbling anticipation as he stares at the screen, heart pounding wildly against his ribcage.

 

It could be Minho.

 

That was the only thing circling through his head the whole day. 

 

"Dude, what's up with you?" Chan had asked while making their morning coffee.

 

It could be Minho.

 

"Earth to Jisung. You messed up all of the lyrics," Changbin had scolded during their studio session, eyebrows drawn in concern. 

 

It could be Minho .

 

"You wanna wait up for me at the practice so we can grab some drinks with Seungmin later?" Hyunjin offered and Jisung shook his head so fast his eyes stung from the sudden movement.

 

It could be Minho.   

 

And now he sits and waits and trembles with something he'd never call excitement. 

 

Two more minutes. Two more minutes and the screen will load and Jisung will finally see whether all of his meltdowns were rightfully justified.

 

His whole core feels tight with nerves. He'd changed four times before deciding he was acting like an absolute idiot and throwing on a pair of basketball shorts and a simple shirt. He wants to look put together but he doesn't want it to seem like he put in too much effort. He usually doesn't. 

 

He's supposed to be confident, because that's all his nature is about. Confident and strong and definitely not worrying about what a potential alpha thinks of him or views him as.

 

The camera’s little indicator light blinks to green. Jisung is still the only one online and he doesn't know whether he's annoyed or grateful. 

 

He stares into his own reflection on the black screen, fingers curled into the collar of his oversized shirt, trying to loosen the tightness around his throat. Realistically, he knows the shirt is too loose to have anything to do with it.

 

A notification pops up, distorting Jisung's reflection and pulling him out of his head. 

 

It's a request to join the videochat, the white of the popup blaring in the dimmed room, loud and unmoving. There's no escaping this. 

 

Jisung's scared he wouldn't want to, even if it was an option.

 

He reaches up to card his fingers through his hair a few times, rationalizing it as trying to stop his trembling hands instead of making sure he looks presentable, good, desirable , for the person on the other end of the call.

 

It could be Minho.

 

He makes sure he’s got all his things in order before he accepts the request, not breathing as he waits for the screen to load. 

 

Which— does not. 

 

Jisung shifts, waits a few more moments, swallowing down his heart that is actively trying to beat its way up his throat.

 

It’s weird that he’s so nervous now𑁋it’s just one person. Usually he has hundreds watching his livestreams. He guesses it’s the imagined intimacy of it and the ever persisting possibility of Minho being on the other side of the screen. 

 

Jisung swallows, his reflection blinking back at him. "Hi, thanks for joining the call."

 

There's still no verbal response from the other side, no pixelated image greeting him, but a message pops up.

hi, pretty alpha 

Despite his best attempt to, Jisung can't ignore the way his stomach flutters or how he can hear Minho's voice calling him that on the balcony all those nights ago.

 

He wants to hear it again.

 

Jisung wants to hear it again, wants to be in Minho's presence, to learn more about him, to have him so close his scent invades all of Jisung's senses. He craves it despite the inner pull of protest his alpha provides.

 

"Hi, Minnie," he greets again, voice a little shaky. 

 

The name rolling off his tongue feels different now that Jisung has a clear picture of what Minnie might look like, who it might be.

 

(Who he so desperately wants it to be.)

you look so pretty today

Jisung's chest rumbles with satisfaction.

 

"Thank you," he purrs and there's a part of him that wants to ask Minnie to turn on his camera so Jisung can compliment him back but he bites his tongue. Despite his overwhelming curiosity, he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

 

So, instead, he settles for his practiced intro for private streams. 

 

"You've been very generous last night so it's only appropriate for me to do something in return. You have me all to yourself for the next hour."

mm, sounds good

"Do you want anything in particular?"

 

Usually, the answer is quite predictable. Usually, Jisung knows what the other person wants before he even gets a reply. But this— it's a new territory, something completely unknown. He doesn't know what to expect. 

why don't you start by taking your clothes off?

Yeah, okay, this was a little predictable.

 

Still, Jisung feels suddenly shy but he doesn't let it show. He squares his shoulders and starts by peeling off his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly then doing the same with his shorts.

 

"Better?"

your underwear too

"Already? Where's the fun in that?"

off, baby

Jisung swallows. It's a tone he's not very used to, especially not in these situations. Sure, by now, he'd have the omega begging to see him, but never demand it.

 

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he pulls the briefs off and now he’s comprehensively bared to that unblinking lens, to that unwavering gaze behind it.

 

He's already hard, he realizes, cock slapping against his stomach, flushed like the rest of his body.

good boy

such a pretty cock for a pretty alpha

Jisung gnaws at his bottom lip, swallows back a pathetic noise threatening to slip out. He carries too much tension in him, the tremor runs from the tip of his fingers, up his arms and further down his stomach and knees.

gonna touch yourself for me?

Jisung's afraid of how willing he is to do anything Minnie asks him at this point.

 

He starts slowly, brushing the pads of his fingers over his collarbones, rakes his nails down, over chest and ribs and the heave of his torso. Lower, scratching over his quivering stomach and then down, past his hips. Tiny shivers buzz down his spine as he spreads his legs a little, just enough to brush over the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, stopping just short of his groin. 

 

Privately, secretly, he wants that other touch. Wants that other presence, playing with his body so thoroughly. He wants those sharp eyes on him, wants to see those plush lips curl at the edge. 

shit

you're so beautiful

touch you cock, pretty

Jisung's body moves on its own. His hand travels from his thigh and up to his cock, fingers closing around the girth of it, sighing softly as he gives it a few strokes. In the quiet room, each sound is exaggerated and Jisung feels too self aware. 

 

Still, he does as he's told and Minnie seems to be more than satisfied with it.

good

that's it, just like that

you're already leaking. that worked up already?

Jisung blinks, looks down where a string of precum is already webbing to his stomach. It's embarrassing, how little it took. The thoughts behind his bodily reaction are even worse.

 

"Yeah," he breathes. No point in lying.

you have earphones with you, baby?

Jisung stills for a moment before giving a slow nod. No way.

 

He's reaching for the earphones on his nightstand with his clean hand, ignoring the shakiness and anticipation.

connect them

It's almost too good to be true, a resolution to Jisung's inner torments that have been going on for weeks. It's scary, too.

 

It could be Minho— but, there's a possibility that it isn't. Maybe Jisung is reaching, letting his desire take over rationality. 

 

Jisung puts in the buds, connects them to the stream and waits. Body thrumming, senses heightened, he waits. 

 

It feels like an eternity before the little mic on the corner of the screen turns green and Jisung immediately picks up on the muffled shuffling, then, as clear as day—

 

"Hi, pretty alpha."

 

Jisung freezes, doesn't breathe for a good few seconds, staring at the screen. 

 

Voice as smooth and sweet as honey, tainted only by the smile Jisung can hear in it. He hasn't heard it enough times to create a replica in his head that would do it justice whenever he would imagine it, but—

 

It's him. It's Minho.

 

His stomach is a mess of fluttery sparks with a hint of nausea and his chest is desperately trying to contain his wild heartbeat and his cock only gets impossibly more hard, twitching in the most humiliating way.

 

"Cute."

 

Jisung jolts, scrambling to cover his crotch, face burning and brain struggling to form words.

 

"Wha— You."

 

Minho's laugh echoes in his head, bubbly and bright, completely unbothered by the situation. Jisung envies him.

 

"Me, yeah. Please breathe. You can end the stream if you're uncomfortable."

 

Jisung is a lot of things. He's shocked, he's dumbfounded, he's embarrassed, he's aroused. He's torn between what he's known his whole life and the sudden need coming to the surface. But uncomfortable? No, not really. He just doesn't know what to do with himself. 

 

"It's fine," he rushes out, clutching at the mattress that has bunched up between his thighs. "It's fine. Just— didn't expect it."

 

But he hoped for it.

 

Minho hums in his ear. "Okay. But the second you feel off, let me know, yeah?"

 

Jisung nods. Minho is— he's so sweet, and it doesn't help the condition his heart is currently in.

 

"Good. Now, don't get shy on me. You always listen so well. Continue what you were doing."

 

Jisung nods again, through the sudden fog in his brain and his nerves, the growing need that keeps hammering at him.

 

He hesitates only for a moment before pulling his hand away from where he's been trying to hide himself and wrapping his fingers around the base of his dick once again.

 

It pulses underneath his touch, hot and wet.

 

A chill— so delicious that it lingered at the tip of his tongue— ran down Jisung’s spine as he started moving his hand again. It isn’t just the room that’s making him feel like a live-wire. It's a combination of the cool air, the cling of the sheets to his sticky skin, the warmth he’s generating on his own, Minho's voice. The thoughts in his head that are an uproar, a clash, and the need sharpening in him.

 

"Just like that, baby. Add a little more pressure, I know you can take it."

 

It feels unreal, hearing Minho's voice, his directions, knowing that Jisung's suspicion is proved true, that he's on the other side of the screen, watching Jisung.

 

And Jisung is not sure if he can take it. He already feels so strung out, ready to pop a knot at any second. Despite it, he still does as he's told, tightening his hold and sucking in a sharp breath, the muscle in his thigh flexing.

 

Minho keeps whispering praises in his ear with each stroke of his hand and Jisung feels hypersensitive to every touch. He can’t stop the chub of his knot, the way it keeps filling with each moment that passes.

 

‘’Oh,’’ Minho coos, sends electricity through Jisung, ‘’look at your pretty knot. Don’t neglect it, baby.’’

 

Jisung wants to— he wants to neglect it so badly or otherwise he’ll embarrass himself. 

 

His hand slides down the length of his cock, hesitating for only a moment before letting his fingers accommodate to the shape of his knot, barely even holding it, trying to keep his touch as light as possible.

 

Minho hums in approval and Jisung can pick up on the rustling on the other side. His free hand brushes over his chest, just something to hopefully distract himself with, something to take his attention away from the swirling heat in his core. 

 

"Is your chest sensitive?"

 

Jisung's brows furrow, subconsciously letting his finger brush over one perked nipple, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

 

"C'mon, you can touch it properly, can't you?"

 

He nods and there's nothing gentle in the following touch, his fingers closing around the bud and twisting enough for the mix of pleasure and shock to acquire an edge of pain. It makes him arch into it, speeding up the pace of his strokes.

 

"Are you close already, pretty alpha?"

 

It's a jab at Jisung's ego so he shakes his head, grits out, "I'm not."

 

"Hm. Interesting. You're leaking all over."

 

Jisung knows. He can see the misty fluid that's smeared all over his lower stomach, can feel more of it pooling on the tip of his cock. 

 

"Let's try something else. Do you trust me?" 

 

Jisung nods way too fast. 

 

"Remember, you can back out at any moment," Minho reminds and Jisung feels a little fuzzy. "Let go of your cock and grab the lube for me."

 

Jisung's cock protests with a thrum that runs down his legs as he lets go of it. Shifting, he grabs the bottle of lube and shows it off to the camera, waiting for the next instruction.

 

Minho tells him to get comfortable, to lean back against the pillows and relax. Then, his hand is back on his cock, stroking slowly.

 

"Just like that. Put some lube over your knot."

 

Jisung inhales shakily, the bottle hovering over his knot and he squeezes out a good amount, watching globs of it trickle down. 

 

"More."

 

Jisung blinks at the camera as if he'll be able to see Minho and read his expression, figure out what he's thinking. But he can't, he's reduced to blindly following his words. And Jisung— extremely curious and ridiculously turned on— does just that.

 

He pours more lube over his knot, feels it pool around his balls and trickle down his inner thighs.

 

"Yeah— smear it."

 

Jisung's fingers sink into the sticky fluid, rubbing it over his cock first, the squelch of it reaching his ears despite how focused he is on any and every sound coming from Minho.

 

His hand moves to the swell of his knot, palm brushing over it, his stomach jumping at the contact.

 

"Lower."

 

Jisung can handle that. At least it's more bearable than directly touching his knot. So, he smears the lube over his balls, planting his feet on the mattress as he pants softly. He wonders if edging is what Minho has in mind.

 

Then, a low purr, "Lower, baby."

 

Jisung's fingers twitch with nerves as the puzzle pieces finally come together.

 

"I haven't— I've never—"

 

"I know. And you won't, not now. I want you to touch over it. It'll feel good, I promise."

 

The hesitation doesn't last long thanks to the combination of ever-growing curiosity and need that takes up every inch of Jisung's being. 

 

He curls his fingers then uncurls them, the slide eased due to the copious amount of lube as he reaches further down. The touch is light at first, exploring, before he grows more bold.

 

Two fingers rub over the tight muscle, spreading the lube and Jisung’s head falls back, teeth digging into his bottom lip. 

 

‘’How does it feel?’’ he hears in his ear and, for the first time, he picks up on how strained Minho’s voice is, how his breathing has gotten heavier. 

 

‘’Good,’’ Jisung breathes, brushing his thumb over the head of his cock, digging it into the slit, quivering all over from the pleasure.

 

‘’Yeah? Spread your legs a little, let me see you.’’

 

The edge of command in those words is a white-hot fire laid along his skin. Jisung wants to protest, wants to tell Minho how unfair it is, how he wants to see him too. He tries to imagine it: Minho, on the other side of the screen, watching him. Composed, all gorgeous features and fire behind his eyes. Is he touching himself, too? Is he as worked up as Jisung, does he feel the scorching flames licking at his insides?

 

His knees part further, fingers more persistent now that he’s grown a little more accommodated to the feeling. It’s not much but it still sparks up Jisung’s nerves. The obscene wetness, the blinking light of his camera, the way Minho’s breath would hitch each time Jisung would brush his finger over his hole— all drops of gasoline that only fueled that flame taking over Jisung.

 

‘’You’re so wet, baby. Messing up your sheets. Imagine how good it would feel if you actually pushed it in.’’

 

It’s an instant reaction, as if Minho is controlling his body, as if Jisung is just a puppet. He puts more pressure on his hole, feels it give in slightly and his mouth goes slack, eyes unfocused. 

 

‘’Oh, you poor thing. You want that? You want something inside?’ ’ Minho coos. ‘’Pretty alpha. You want to be fucked, is that it?’’

 

Jisung’s trembling. He can’t last. He tries to hold back, tries to think about anything else other than Minho, in the same room with him, pressing him onto the mattress and taking him apart until Jisung is boneless, until he’s—

 

‘’Wanna be knotted? You’d look so fucking gorgeous hanging off my knot.’’

 

Need pins him down to the bed, his pulse, the one running in his neck, down to his wrists and further into his cock, doubling.  He’s blanking out around the edges, his own pleads distant to his ears, begging to the rhythm of the desperate slide of his hand on his cock. Blunt nail catches against his rim, the other hand squeezing around the knot and that’s all it takes. 

 

He comes like that, completely bare and shameless in front of Minho, cock pulsing and choking up on tearful moans bubbling up his throat as he shakes, shakes, shakes. His body doesn’t feel like his own.

 

A few moments or an eternity passes— time is always blurry with Minho. When he comes to, barely enough to focus on his surroundings, Jisung hears it. 

 

"—gorgeous. Fuck, you're so— so fucking pretty, Jisung."

 

He finally hears Minho losing that carefully sewn together composure. The slick sound of his hand working on his cock, his hitched breath, an edge of a growl to his every word. A moan, dragged out and shooting through Jisung's system like he's being struck with lightning. 

 

They're both panting and Jisung can't even gather enough strength to peel his eyes open. He prefers it this way, how he's able to imagine Minho there, with him, sweaty and spent. 

 

"Shit," a blurred laughter and Jisung feels himself sink further into the pillows. Cotton-like.

 

 

Felix decides to throw a mini birthday gathering at the local bar.

 

And, considering Jisung practically shares a birthday with him and the fact that he didn't have a chance to properly celebrate it, they agree to organize it together and split the bill.

 

When they get there the bar is, as expected on a Saturday night, decently full. 

 

Felix has reserved them a booth in the back of the place, cocooned and big enough to fit their friend group. 

 

"I think I overdressed," is the first thing Hyunjin says as he settles down after giving both Felix and Jisung neatly wrapped up paintings he's been working on for the past few months. 

 

Taking a closer look at him, Jisung agrees. Compared to his sparkly white shirt-ripped casual jeans combo, Hyunjin is in a strappy top that looks like it is completely made out of rhinestones and leather pants which are practically glued to his body.

 

Changbin seems to love it, judging by his stupidly dazed look and inability to pay attention to anything else going around him. 

 

Jisung feels embarrassed for him.

 

And Felix wasn't lying about getting 'stupid' tonight. He forces three shots down Jisung's throat within ten minutes of the bottle being placed down on the table. Jisung is lucky he had a meal beforehand, because it doesn't really get to him. 

 

He'd be thankful in any other scenario but, as he picks up the scent of eucalyptus and orange, he considers downing the whole bottle. 

 

Minho is there— which, of course he is, he's Felix's friend first, Jisung's cause of inner problems and wet dreams second— and Jisung can't do anything but stare .

 

This is the first time he's seeing him after, well, everything. After the big revelation, after Minho had watched him get off, after he guided Jisung through it, after their silly little talk that probably lasted an additional hour and the following comfortable silence that took up half of another one. 

 

Felix gets up to greet him and Jisung wonders what's it like hugging Minho.

 

And just like that, he gets lost in his thoughts. 

 

It's not until Seungmin nudges his ribs and hits him with a, "Stop that. You look stupid," that he returns to reality.

 

And the reality is this: Chan had arrived somewhere in the midst of it all and is politely refusing the drinks Felix keeps sliding over to his side of the table, Changbin has taken off his jacket in order to keep flexing his arms whenever Hyunjin would glance at him, Jeongin has brought his own snacks and Minho is sitting on the other side of Seungmin.

 

Jisung is one insufferable person away from Minho.

 

It doesn't help Jisung's case— he still feels overheated, Minho's scent overpowering every other and making it hard to think about anything else.

 

"So, Minho," Changbin starts and Jisung blinks at him, wide eyed, "I don't think we've properly met until now, though I've heard so much about you. Choreographer, huh?"

 

Changbin's got that interrogating look on his face and Hyunjin is having the time of his life, leaning back into his seat and sipping on his drink. 

 

"Mhm, been going from studio to studio. This one is the best so far."

 

Jisung pointedly stares at the empty shot glass in front of him, trying his hardest to mask his interest in everything Minho is saying.

 

"I can imagine," Changbin says and Jisung glances at Hyunjin, watches his grin grow around the straw, "Pays well?"

 

"Pays really well."

 

Jisung doesn't have to look in order to figure out why there's a sudden tingling sensation on the side of his neck. He knows Minho is looking at him, he knows the implications behind those words and he finds it hard to breathe.

 

Felix slams his hand against the table and Jisung jerks from the close proximity of the sound.

 

"No more chit-chatting. Let's go dance."

 

"Felix, this is a bar , not a club."

 

"I don't care, Seungmin. Get up."

 

Before Seungmin (or Jisung for that matter) could protest, Felix is already dragging him up and away from their table, yelling at the rest of them to follow. 

 

Chan gingerly does so because he just can't say no to Felix.

 

And that's as far as Jisung pays attention to that because there's no barricade between Minho and him anymore, no safety Jisung can hold onto.

 

Jisung can't gather enough courage to look at him, much less start up a conversation. So, he just sits there, busying himself with watching Felix drag Seungmin and Chan around the place. Changbin is back to ogling Hyunjin and Jeongin went god knows where. There's no one to save Jusung. 

 

At one point, sitting frozen in place becomes fairly embarrassing so Jisung grabs a bottle and pours himself another drink, downing it in one go and letting the alcohol shock his system back to working properly.

 

And when he finally looks at Minho, the other alpha is busy eating Jeongin's chips and scrolling through his phone. His mouth curls in the cutest way possible each time he chews and his lips pout in the most irresistible way and—

 

Minho is looking at him. 

 

He's looking at Jisung with the same expression he had the first time they met. The only difference is the soft edge to his smile that fills Jisung up with a swarm of wild butterflies.

 

"Want some?"

 

Jisung stares at the half empty bag of chips offered to him, head spinning with the memory of everything that happened, of Minho's breathy little sounds, his voice guiding him, the— You’d look so fucking gorgeous hanging off my knot.

 

He stands up abruptly.

 

"I need to go to the bathroom."

His reflection is glaring back at him.

 

The droplets of water are trickling down his face but no amount of splashes could ease the permanent shade of red tainting his skin.

 

He's been there for quite a few minutes and yet his heart won't calm down and his gut is still pulsing with heat.

 

The door opens and Jisung's heart momentarily kicks, staring into the reflection of a figure slipping into the bathroom.

 

"Why're you looking at me like that, weirdo?" Hyunjin deadpans, kicking the door behind him and coming to stand next to Jisung, rummaging through the bag clutched tightly in his hand. 

 

Jisung can only manage to offer a sad little excuse of a laugh, watching as Hyunjin pulls out a sparkly lipgloss, reapplying it over his lips.

 

‘’Have you ever been with another omega?’’ he blurts out before he can stop himself.

 

The moment stretches and Jisung is about to turn on his heel and walk out but Hyunjin spares him an exasperated look.

 

"What, are you gonna ask me to entertain your fantasy? That's a new low even for you."

 

‘’No,’’ Jisung rushes, cowering a little as Hyunjin squints his eye, ‘’no, it’s not like that. Just— It’s just a question."

 

Hyunjin purses his lips, fixing up his bangs, "I have."

 

And— yeah. That's an answer. But not an answer Jisung is looking for. He's not really surprised, either— Hyunjin, although really picky, has always been open to different things. But Jisung needs a precise set of words to put his mind at ease without actually asking for them.

 

Hyunjin can probably sense his inner turmoil, it's probably seeping out of him at this point.

 

Jisung startles a little as the omega pulls him closer by the belt loops of his jeans, reaching up to fix Jisung's hair nonchalantly. 

 

"It's not a big deal, y'know?" 

 

Realistically, Jisung does know. But his insides are still being torn apart by his desire and his primal instinct. 

 

"Isn't it?" Jisung asks and sees Hyunjin's expression soften a little, tucking a strand of Jisung's hair behind his ear.

 

"You're overthinking it. No, it isn't.'' Something about the easiness Hyunjin says it with makes Jisung's nerves settle a little, not strung as tightly as before.

 

"Life's too short and too dull most of the time, you should let yourself be around someone who lights up a spark in it. Someone that makes it exciting and new. Who gives a shit about labels and nature and everything else that serves as restriction." 

 

Hearing someone else say everything Jisung has thought in his self-soothing moments out loud works wonders to Jisung's psyche. 

 

"Huh," is all he manages, though, still staring at Hyunjin all wide eyed and ridiculous. 

 

The omega laughs, patting his cheek and reaching for the lipgloss, instructing Jisung to pucker his lips so he can apply it. It's a simple action, something so mundane but it takes all the weight off their conversation and wraps Jisung up in comfort.

 

His overthinking and lack of experience has made a whole mess so maybe, just maybe, he should let things be. He should let himself feel instead of trying his hardest to suppress it.

 

Jisung smiles, a little shy as Hyunjin pulls away and finishes fixing himself up, grimacing slightly, "God, stop that. You're being weird."

 

A loud laugh bubbles up from Jisung's chest. He feels lighter than he has in weeks.

 

The door opens again, stealing both of their attention and Jisung is hit with his scent before Minho even enters the bathroom. Orange and eucalyptus wrap around Jisung like a snake squeezing its prey and overpower his senses until he's dizzy. 

 

"This is my cue to leave," Hyunjin announces, nose scrunched as he quickly collects his things and exits the bathroom.

 

The door shuts behind him and muffles the music and chatter coming from the bar, leaving Jisung alone with Minho. 

 

The snake only tightens its hold around Jisung's body with each second that passes. Minho, on the other hand, looks completely unbothered, a small smile plastered on his face as he pins Jisung right against that dirty sink with his eyes alone.

 

"Hi."

 

It's Minho, of course, that speaks first. Easy and chatty and lighthearted.

 

Jisung nods, straightening his back.

 

Minho approaches him, slow and steady and the movement doesn't really help, has Jisung's heart rate picking up, chest heaving with each breath he takes. 

 

The faucet next to him squeaks as Minho turns it on, shoulder almost brushing against Jisung's. His scent is even stronger now and waves of heat keep surging through Jisung's veins.

 

Realistically, he knows that he should either leave or start a normal conversation but he can't bring himself to do either of those. 

 

"You okay?" 

 

From the corner of his eye, Jisung can see that Minho is now facing him, hip resting against the sink as he dries his hands with paper, eyes boring into Jisung's soul all the while. 

 

All Jisung can do is swallow, nodding his head, stomach fluttering with that stupid feeling he gets everytime he even thinks about the other alpha. 

 

Minho hums, throwing away the scrunched up paper, "With everything?"

 

Jisung knows what he means. He knew all along that there is a possibility of it being brought up, despite them skimming over it sleepily during their online call— yet, his breath hitches and his body tenses up slightly and it doesn't go unnoticed.

 

"Listen," Minho starts and his voice is softer now, mellow almost– it makes Jisung's heart ache, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. We should've talked about everything sooner—"

 

"I'm not."

 

Jisung finally has enough courage to turn and face him and Minho's wide eyes and rapid blink are making him a tiny bit endeared. It's such a contrast to his usual gaze.

 

"I'm not uncomfortable. Just— Never had experience with this."

 

Maybe it's the alcohol he's had or the scent surrounding him that has him feeling even more drunk but Jisung doesn't find being honest and open with Minho as difficult as it seemed to be.

 

"Being attracted to an alpha?" 

 

The way Minho says it sounds like it's not a big deal.

 

It's not a big deal, y'know?

 

Jisung shifts, looks down at his sneakers then back up at Minho, "Yeah."

 

There's no going back now. 

 

Minho's mouth curls into that little smile but this one doesn't have a mocking edge to it. It isn't a big deal, Jisung repeats over and over in his head.

 

"So, you liked everything that happened?" Minho asks as if the answer isn't obvious. Jisung figures that verbal confirmation is what he's seeking for, a green light coming directly from Jisung's mouth. Something he can hold on to.

 

As much as Jisung thought his pride wouldn't let him say it, the "I did," comes out too easily, a breath of words carrying all the weight that's been clogging up his lungs.

 

Minho has seen Jisung, he's seen so much of him, even though it was through screen, yet— this is where Jisung feels the most vulnerable. In the bathroom of the bar, the small space filled with stale air and Minho's scent.

 

The smile on the alpha's face only widens, stretches out into a pretty grin and then he's reaching out. His fingers curl over Jisung's chin, tilting his head up slightly, thumb sliding under his bottom lip that almost trembles at the touch.

 

Jisung can't look away even as his face heats up from the intensity of Minho's gaze that is so shamelessly focused on his lips. 

 

This is the second time he's ever touched Jisung yet the confidence of his actions never falters. His desire is out in the open, the air thick with it.

 

Jisung is almost jealous of how easily Minho lets himself feel it.

 

"You had lipgloss there," the alpha reasons but he's not moving his hand away, thumb pressing lightly into the dip right under Jisung's bottom lip. 

 

His mouth parts at the pressure, tongue darting out to lick over the gloss and he doesn't miss the way Minho follows the movement, dark eyes glistening under the warm light flickering above them.

 

Jisung wants .

 

"Minho," he breathes, quiet, afraid that if he speaks any louder the thin wall of the bubble they are currently in will break. "Minho, take me to your place." 

 

Minho laughs, a quiet little sound that makes Jisung shake.

 

"Should I?"

 

This side of him, Jisung is familiar with. The teasing, the push and pull that has him seeking out more. It’s familiar and it eases some of the leftover tension in his body, small frown forming. 

 

‘’Don’t you want to?’’

 

"Think you can handle being alone with me?"

 

Minho's grin turns wolfish and Jisung's pride sparks up, head turning enough for Minho's thumb to brush over his lip, an opportunity for Jisung to sink his teeth over the top of it shallowly.

 

"Think I can't?"

The light in the apartment is blinding but Jisung can't be bothered by it when Minho kisses him like he's starving. Every kiss steals Jisung's breath, makes him lightheaded and floaty, pressing in for more, more, more. The press of Minho's mouth is addicting and Jisung isn't opposed to being devoured by it. 

 

Jisung's vision is foggy but he relies on touch, the way Minho's body feels beneath his palms that have slipped under the alpha's shirt, soft and lovely and better than anything he could have imagined. 

 

In the midst of it all, Jisung tries to toe off his shoes but a hand sneaks up to his nape, brushing over it until goosebumps rise on Jisung's skin. It  moves further, Minho's fingers tangling up in his hair and pulling him back, hungry lips finding his own. Jisung isn't sure whether his head is spinning from the sudden movement or the intensity with which Minho kisses him but he presses closer, searching for more. 

 

Their hips are already slotted together,  the hand on the small of his back spreading a burning sensation through his whole body,  keeping Jisung glued to Minho. 

 

They're messy and uncoordinated and Jisung can't get enough. He doesn't know if it's a product of the weird tension that's been building up between them or because he's been so wired lately, bones rattling with the need to feel Minho close.

 

Minho isn't shy about it, doesn't wait for Jisung to guide him. Instead, he takes. He takes and takes and Jisung wants to give him everything.

 

A hand pushes at his chest and Jisung is suddenly on the couch, soft cushion dipping under his weight. Minho stands in front of him, panting, face flushed and lips puffy.

 

"Sit," Minho warns when Jisung reaches out for him and tries to lean forward. The gravelly of his voice freezes Jisung in place. "I'm gonna get you some water."

 

And then he leaves Jisung there alone with his desire and his pounding heart. He almost whines but traps the sound once it reaches his throat, face heating up as he realizes how needy he feels. 

 

By the time Minho returns, Jisung is sitting with his hands folded over his lap, keeping himself focused on the loose string of the rip in his jeans. 

 

"Here, drink this," he speaks up, handing Jisung a glass of water and settling next to him. 

 

Jisung does, only then realizing how dry his throat is and how much his body is craving something other than the conjunction of alcohol he's had at the bar. 

 

"We have to talk," Minho says, chin propped on his palm and gaze so heavy Jisung feels it on his skin, nerves prickling.

 

The last thing Jisung wants right now is to talk. They'll have time for that later.

 

"We already did," he says, on the verge of throwing a tantrum. 

 

Minho, apparently, finds it very amusing.

 

"I practically had to pry the words out of you, Jisungie."

 

If Jisung sulks then that's no one else's business but his own.

 

"Hey," Minho laughs and Jisung sinks further into the couch, "don't do that. C'mere."

 

The alpha's fingers wrap around his wrist and pull until he has Jisung seated on the plush of his thighs. And Jisung— he's breathless, staring at Minho with wide eyes, dick twitching under the layers of fabric. 

 

Their pheromones are thickening the air, making it harder to breathe but all Minho does is settle his hands on Jisung's hips, touch light but still burning through his clothes. 

 

Deciding to act on his desire, Jisung leans in and captures Minho's lips in a kiss. His free hand comes up to grab at the side of Minho's neck, thumb pressing under his jaw, coaxing him to open up and let Jisung taste him again. Their tongues slide together, and Minho traps Jisung's bottom lip between his teeth, sucks on it and crowds in closer. 

 

It's not close enough, Jisung's mind screams, overtaken by the sudden need to just peel himself open and make room for Minho to settle in.

 

"Easy," Minho breathes, pulling back with a smack of their wet lips, a string of saliva breaking and falling on his chin. Jisung wants to lick it up.

 

He doesn't even realize that he's growling and leaning back in until he feels Minho's grip on the back of his neck, fingers digging into the skin there, scruffing him. 

 

"What am I gonna do with you, hm?" Minho tuts, the hand he has on Jisung's hip tightening when his hips buck involuntarily. 

 

Everything , Jisung aches.

 

"Nothing is going to happen tonight."

 

Maybe Jisung is pent up to the point of it wiping all of coherent thoughts right out of his brain but he doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want to get up and he doesn't want to stop kissing Minho and he doesn't want the burning marks of Minho's touch to ever lose their intensity. 

 

" Minho ," it's almost a growl but Minho's grip on his nape tightens, makes it die down to a pathetic whine, "Why d'you think I asked you to take me here?"

 

Minho has the nerve to laugh in his face and Jisung would snap at him if it weren't for the hand sneaking underneath his shirt and pressing against his overheated body.

 

"You've had quite a few drinks," the other alpha reasons like it's enough to calm Jisung's frenzic mind.

 

"I'm only a little tipsy."

 

Minho tilts his head at that, eyebrow cocking in challenge and Jisung is torn between the need to smack him and kiss him breathless all at the same time.

 

The hand on his waist slides up, feeling across his stomach and up to his sternum , Jisung's thighs squeezing around Minho's.

 

"Can't you just— Touch me? Keep touching me." 

 

Minho's eyes are dark, swirling with something that has Jisung hypnotized. He's pulled forward and Minho is licking into his mouth again, the hunger and persistence of it making Jisung melt.

 

His lips detach from Jisung's and move further, kissing down his chin and following the line of his jawline until his breath ghosts over the scent gland underneath it.

 

There's a rumble bubbling up in Jisung's chest, a protest that Minho soothes with a drag of his tongue right over the tender skin. 

 

His fingers tighten their grip on Minho's hair, suddenly on edge. Minho doesn't falter, continuing to lap at that same throbbing spot gently. "Shh, no need for that, pretty. Just let go, yeah? Let go and let alpha take control."

 

" Min- "

 

Minho laughs softly, "I know. S'not easy, is it? All those alpha instincts are telling you to fight back. To prove that you’re stronger, that you're not gonna let another alpha overpower you.” 

 

Jisung’s grits his teeth, core trembling as Minho continues to suck down his neck, continues to whisper words his brain soaks up like a sponge, "But you won't do that, right? You’re going to be a good, pretty alpha you always are for me."

 

Jisung's body jerks and the endless pit of desire that opens up in his stomach suddenly stuns him.

 

He doesn't even realize that he's bared his neck to Minho, head tilting back so easily— and Minho, he's visibly basking in the vulnerability and submission Jisung is displaying, a content, breathy laugh hitting Jisung's skin and sinking right into it. 

 

"I like you like this," Minho murmurs, "all pliant and sweet."

 

All Jisung can manage is a huff, too lost in the feeling of Minho mouthing at his scent gland. 

 

He likes this— likes sitting on Minho's lap like this, both of them thrumming with desire, and wrapped around each other, lost in their little bubble once again. Intimacy is not something he associated with being with another alpha, especially not one he only recently had the chance to properly meet. Minho seems to be set on completely crumbling Jisung’s world, all he has known his whole life, and building it back up.

 

Minho pulls back, places one little wet kiss against his lips and says, "Let’s watch something, yeah?"

The hardwood floor of the dance studio is one of the top three things Jisung despises. 

 

It's cold and uncomfortable and the recent development is this: Jisung feels stupid sitting there. 

 

Worst of all, Minho doesn't even spare a glance at him the whole time.

 

The music is blaring and Jisung is sitting there wrapped up in sulky misery, glaring daggers at the alpha who shifted his universe and left him with blue balls. 

 

Jisung had fallen asleep cuddled up with Minho on the couch two nights ago, warm and content and with an uncomfortable hard on. He woke up with the same one. 

 

And Minho, all messy hair sticking out in places and swollen eyes, had only laughed at him, patted his ass and sent him off to shower. 

 

Another round of making out and light petting and Minho had wrapped him up in his hoodie and sent him home despite Jisung's best attempt at puppy eyes.

 

So, yeah, Jisung is mad.

 

Between checking his phone for messages and going to classes, all he's done is jerk off, nose buried in Minho's hoodie and dignity out the window.

 

And even after all of that, Jisung stoops even lower.

 

Hyunjin has been sending him knowing glances but Jisung ignores them all pointedly and watches Minho hit every beat as he teaches the new choreography. 

 

It goes like that— Jisung in his little world of arousal and misery and Minho who pays no mind to it. 

 

Until.

 

Minho is a great teacher, he really is. But being a great teacher apparently consists of getting too handsy with the crew. He stands behind one of the omegas in the class, hands on his hips as he guides him through the movement. 

 

And Jisung stays quiet, keeps his calm facade and tries to busy himself with the black screen of his phone. 

 

It lasts a total of two minutes before there's a spike of pheromones and, when Jisung looks up again, the sight has his blood boiling. The omega is baring his neck, looking back at Minho and batting his eyelashes stupidly, a poor attempt at making it subtle. 

 

There's a growl breaking free from Jisung's chest before he has the time to stop it.

 

The whole room freezes but all Jisung can see is Minho looking directly at him through the mirror, mouth parted in surprise and eyes glinting with amusement. 

 

Slowly, he detaches himself from the omega and claps his hands to get the attention from the rest of the class that's been staring directly at Jisung. 

 

"'Kay, that's all for today," he says and Jisung can practically hear the laugh he's trying to stifle, "you were all great, as always. Pack your things and I'll see you in a few days."

 

The room is in motion again and Jisung is too embarrassed to register anything.

 

Through the fog of it, he can hear Felix's voice but he's cut off before Jisung can process what's being said to him. 

 

"We actually have plans," Minho says and that's when Jisung's focus heightens and he looks up at the other alpha who is now standing next to him, pumping out calming pheromones.

 

"Oh. Right— Okay, yeah." Felix eyes them both then pins Jisung with one of his analyzing looks. "Okay. I'll text you later, Sungie." 

 

Jisung blinks, watches Felix shuffle away to pack up next to Hyunjin, whispering and murmuring, and then they're both looking at him— at them— before bidding their goodbyes.

 

The glass door closes and all Jisung can smell is eucalyptus and orange. 

 

Minho crouches in front of him.

 

"What was that?"

 

"What was what."

 

"You know what I'm talking about."

 

Jisung purses his lips, pointedly looking at the spot on the wall opposite of them. 

 

Truth is, he has no idea what that was. And he's definitely not about to dig into his psyche and search for an answer. Ignorance is bliss and whatnot.

 

Minho hums, envelopes Jisung's chin with his fingers and turns his head. Despite his amused smile, he doesn't say anything.

 

Jisung grows tired of it, heartbeat kicking up. "What."

 

Minho's melodic laugh echoes in the room and Jisung has the urge to push him back so he falls on his ass. He knows it would hurt like a bitch.

 

"Get up. We're getting coffee."

So, here Jisung is. Sitting in a small cafe close to the dance studio.

 

There's a cup of warm coffee in front of him, steam curling above it and disrupting the image of Minho who's sitting on the opposite side of the table.

 

"So. You're mad."

 

"I'm not," Jisung protests, "Just— A little annoyed."

 

"Why?"

 

" Why? "

 

"Yes. Tell me."

 

Jisung huffs. Sinks a little in his chair.

 

"Well, first of all. You know why."

 

Minho grins and kicks Jisung's foot lightly. He knows.

 

"And what about the thing you did back there?"

 

Jisung chooses that moment to let his fingers close around the hot cup in front of him and drink the coffee without even blowing it first. It burns his tongue and leaves scorching fire as it slides down his throat.

 

"I didn't do anything."

 

"Jisung."

 

"Minho."

 

The alpha leans back in his seat, eyes twinkling.

 

"That growl was a warning. Won't you tell me what triggered it, pretty?"

 

"That omega was baring his neck to you." The words are out before Jisung has the chance to select them, to get his brain to mouth filter working— which, it rarely does anyway.

 

So now he's sitting there, wrapped not only in sulky misery, but embarrassment as well. 

 

"Was he?"

 

Jisung huffs, "Don't tell me you haven't noticed. He was stinking up the studio."

 

Minho's head tilts to the side and Jisung finds him so, so endearing. 

 

"I didn't notice. Burnt caramel was blocking my nose."

 

Minho has the nerve to grin.

 

"Now," Minho interrupts just as Jisung's mouth opens, cutting any reply he's so ready to fire back, "What about the first reason?"

 

"You literally sent me home! After everything," Jisung grits out, hiding behind the rim of his cup afterwards.

 

Minho hums, takes a sip of his coffee.

 

"I told you nothing would happen," he says, fingers tapping against the table.

 

"See, that's just cruel. You can't just—"

 

"Can't what?" 

 

Jisung takes a deep breath— all sweet, sweet oranges with a touch of something fresh and minty. Minho is sitting across from him, big smile and twinkling eyes, oozing confidence. He knows he has Jisung in the palm of his hand. 

 

"You can't do this to me."

 

"I'm not. I'm not doing anything until you let me. "

 

"I would've let you that night. I did let you."

 

"Maybe. Will you now?"

The scenario is pretty close to getting familiar at this point— the blinding light of Minho's apartment, hands gripping onto his hips so firmly that Jisung is sure he's going to feel the imprint for days and teeth sinking into the skin of Jisung's neck.

 

He arches his back, detaching it from the wall and trying to get as close to Minho as possible. The other alpha seems to be craving the same, his hand splaying over Jisung's lower back and pressing him flush against his body. 

 

Jisung is warm all over.

 

The kiss is as deep and messy as their first one, desperation and need laced in every drag of their lips, every flicker of their tongues. Minho is so sweet, responds with equal enthusiasm but much more refinement, and Jisung can't get enough. 

 

Their hips are already slotted together, Jisung's thighs enveloped around Minho's sturdy one, squeezing every time Minho would roll his hips. There's a hand on his ass, kneading and squeezing and pulling him closer as Jisung pants into his mouth.

 

"C'mere," Minho murmurs wetly and then Jisung is being dragged into a room, his clothes scattered on the floor by the time he feels the soft sheets under his warm back. 

 

Then, suddenly, Minho is all over him.

 

Jisung tilts his head back when the alpha’s mouth latches onto his throat and, the thing is, Minho isn’t gentle. There's nothing careful about the way he devours Jisung. He drags his teeth and bites at Jisung’s throat until he can feel the skin starting to thrum with dull ache, bruising between his teeth.

 

He can’t help it, can’t help the way he bares his throat, arches into Minho. How he can't stop the way his hips cant up and the shudder that wracks him as Minho groans into his throat, teeth twisting harder.

 

There are hands all over his body, skin against skin, fingers digging into his flesh, nails leaving indents and red trails. 

 

Jisung already feels like a live wire, body responding to every touch, burning with need and arousal with every touch, each subtle drag of Minho's hips. He's already panting, overheated and ridiculously hard. 

 

They are both pumping out pheromones and Jisung's mind is fogged up with it. It gets him dazed, makes every touch feel like it’s slowed down and amplified.

 

Minho dips down and mouths over Jisung's hip, right above the band of his underwear, letting his teeth graze over it, tongue following the path to soothe the tender skin. It's not much but it still makes Jisung whine, thighs trembling with the feeling as Minho pulls Jisung's skin between his teeth, leaving a blotchy mess behind. 

 

Jisung’s eyes flutter upwards, until just the whites of his eyes show for a second.

 

"Sensitive," Minho breathes right above his pubic bone, tongues over the skin there until Jisung's stomach quivers and his cock twitches.

 

His hand goes to Minho’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, keeping Minho close, making sure he keeps doing whatever the fuck he's doing to him— both physically and mentally. And Minho does stay there, kissing and biting until Jisung’s skin turns red, until every single mark left behind burns right through his core. 

 

Kiss after kiss, Minho reaches back up, licks over Jisung’s ribcage and captures a nipple between his plush lips. It’s then that their eyes meet, Jisung’s own desire reflected in Minho’s dark irises.

 

‘’Minho,’’ he says, doesn't even know where he wants the sentence to go after the alpha’s name. Maybe all he knows at this point is Minho’s name.

 

He’s never felt this way before— never had a few simple touches make him shake as bad as Minho’s did. 

 

It only worsens when the alpha readjusts between his thighs, pushes forward, rolls his hips just right. He’s still in his sweats and Jisung is still wearing his briefs but he can feel the way Minho’s cock nudges against his own, catches a place below it too. It makes his breath hitch in his throat. 

 

‘’Yeah?’’ Minho grins, all flushed and gorgeous above him, as he repeats the movement over and over again.

 

All Jisung can do is nod, head falling back into the soft pillow. He wants this, wants more.

 

Suddenly, he’s being pulled up, Minho's arm sliding further around his waist and hoisting him up, sitting them both back up, a little hefty maneuvering to get Jisung seated in his lap.

 

Jisung's head spins with a sudden whiplash of memories from a few nights ago, how warm and safe and aroused he'd felt in Minho's lap.

 

Minho kisses him and Jisung’s fingers tighten in his hair, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue as he grinds down on his lap, strained and desperate. 

 

‘’Shh. Don’t rush it,’’ Minho places an open mouthed kiss against his lips, ‘’I’m not going anywhere.’’

 

That’s a relief. Jisung doesn't want this to end like the last time despite knowing that what Minho did was a responsible decision. He’s too wrapped up in his desire to let it slide this time. 

 

Minho’s hands are all over him; they start from Jisung’s shoulders, dragging down his arms and switching to Jisung’s waist. They linger there for a few moments, fingers digging into the flesh, kneading against it before going lower— until his fingers dip into the waistband of Jisung’s underwear. 

 

It’s strategic, the way Minho distracts him with kisses as he drags his underwear lower and lower. Jisung’s only aware of it once Minho murmurs, ‘’Up,’’ into his mouth, his body obeying before his brain catches up to it. 

 

Now, he’s in Minho’s lap, the band of his underwear digging into the supple skin underneath his ass and Minho’s hands feeling up the newly exposed skin.

 

‘’Shit,’’ Minho breathes as his fingers sink into his skin and grip and Jisung’s spine goes rigid with the feeling. ‘’Pretty alpha’s got a pretty ass as well, huh?’’

 

His grin is a tad bit sleazy but Jisung kisses him anyway, tries to conceal his groan with it as he pushes back into Minho’s hands, searching for more, more, more.

 

And more is exactly what he gets. 

 

Minho takes two handfuls of his ass, spreads him so easily and lets the tip of his finger find the furl of his hole, massaging over it slowly, all precise and gentle moves.

 

Every nerve end in Jisung’s body sets off at the same time, his fingers digging into Minho’s shoulders as he whines, loud and unconcealed. 

 

He tries to hold onto a little bit of bride that's still left in him by hiding his face in Minho's neck, breathing in his scent and pushing back into the touch. 

 

Minho puts more pressure and Jisung's breath catches, his scent grows thicker in the air, and Minho's does the same— Jisung can almost taste the freshly squeezed orange juice on the tip of his tongue. He writhes up against Minho again, hips twitching to rub his dick up against the warm body pressed so close to him, hard and leaking embarrassingly.

 

"How's it feel, baby?" Minho murmurs into his hair, finger circling Jisung's rim at a maddening pace.

 

"Ah– hh, good. Weird."

 

"Don't worry, I'll make it feel even better."

 

Jisung distracts himself by kissing the exposed skin of Minho's neck, a silky and warm surface under his lips.

 

He braves enough to nose at Minho's scent gland.

 

The first whiff of his scent is enough to have Jisung feeling like liquid in his arms. His tongue darts out, eager to taste. 

 

Minho's hand cradles his head, clinging like he loves it, and it spurs Jisung on. His teeth drag over the exposed skin, nipping at it and sucking little blotches or pink all over.

 

Jisung's thoughts turn possessive. He sucks harder, leaves an imprint right where it'll be hard to cover up on a hot summer day. Jisung's mark, a visual proof that they fucked, right in the open, for everyone to see.  

 

Minho pulls back and looks at him, one hand on Jisung's nape and the other still playing with his hole with gentle and teasing touches. 

 

Jisung's eyes dart between their bodies and the image of Minho's dick tenting his sweats is something that'll be seared into his brain for a long time. Without thinking, he detaches his hand from Minho's hair and moves it downwards, until his fingers are splayed over the warm bulge. 

 

Minho hisses, a sharp inhale through his teeth. He smells delicious.

 

"That's a dangerous game you're playing, Jisungie." 

 

It's a rush of thrill. 

 

"Is it?" he pushes, pressing the palm of his hand against Minho more firmly, feeling his cock give a twitch.

 

Minho's mouth curls into that smug little smile and what was a mere brush turns into a soft pressure that threatens to drive Jisung insane, pulsing through his whole body. 

 

Suddenly, he's on his back again, Minho looming over him, taking up every corner of his vision and trapping him with his gaze. 

 

"You smell so good," he breathes, leans down to place a slow, wet kiss against Jisung's scent gland, "so sweet." 

 

The pit of desire in Jisung's stomach only grows, threatening to swallow his pride, coherence and self control altogether. 

 

He's pawing at Minho's chest, fingers curling into the fabric of the alpha's shirt and tugging at it.

 

"Off," he grits out, desperate to feel Minho's warm skin against his own– to have him as close as humanly possible.

 

Thankfully, Minho listens, doesn't drag it out this time. 

 

He's all broad shoulders, firm chest, smooth skin and pretty curves, sharp and soft at the same time, a dizzying combination. Jisung can't stop himself from feeling up every ridge and Minho lets him.

 

Minho catches his wrist just as Jisung busies himself with pressing the pad of his thumb over one perked nipple. He brings it up, pressing his mouth to Jisung's pulse point, can probably feel it rattle against the thin layer of skin there.

 

"Gonna let me fuck you?"

 

Minho’s looking at him with the same intensity in his eyes as the first night they met, free hand running over the inside of Jisung’s thigh, squeezing the supple flesh and spreading it to the side slightly, just to fit himself better there.

 

And there he is— jabbing at Jisung’s pride again, coaxing everything he wants to hear, and everything Jisung desperately wants to hide, right out of him.

 

"Yeah," he breathes and Minho is already sliding his underwear down his legs. There's a part of his brain, a small fraction of it, that keeps reminding him that he shouldn't be this open, this easy for Minho to pick apart. That he shouldn't be so pliant underneath another alpha. But Jisung can't find it within him to care all that much.

 

If anything, he wants Minho to pick him apart piece by piece and rebuild him. Over and over again. 

 

Minho doesn't push, doesn't ask him to repeat himself but, judging by the smile on his face, Jisung knows he wants to.

 

He grabs a bottle of lube, free hand finding Jisung's taint again, brushing his fingers over it absentmindedly.

 

"Will it hurt?" Jisung murmurs but presses into the touch, chest already heaving with anticipation.

 

"A little, at first. Don't worry, pretty, I'll take care of you."

 

There's a soft kiss pressed against his neck, a silent promise. Jisung blinks slowly, feeling entirely off-kilter. He never knew a simple touch could spark up his entire being, that a press of lips against his throat could make his core shake so violently.

 

He feels the wetness first, dribbling right over the place where Minho's fingers are, then sliding down and over his hole. Minho follows the trickle, rubs it in.

 

Minho leans back down, distracts him with another dragged out kiss as warms up the lube, gets him to relax a little. The pressure is something Jisung expects but it still takes his breath away.

 

Everything stills as he feels Minho sliding a finger inside. All he can manage is a quiet, strangled moan.

 

" Oh, sweetheart," Minho presses a soft kiss to the swell of his cheek, his own breathing ragged, no matter how much he tries to keep himself collected. "Good. You're doing so good. Just relax for me, I got you."

 

It doesn't sound complicated but Jisung starts writhing at the second finger, is close to tears when the third one prods at his hole, fingers itching where they’re curled into the sheets.

 

"Breathe," Minho keeps reminding him through it, spends extra time stretching him on his fingers, curling them and dragging the pads over slippery and warm walls. His free hand is on the inside of Jisung’s thigh, rubbing comfortingly. 

 

Task as simple as breathing is hard for Jisung. It has been since the moment he first saw Minho. Since his bare body was pushed against the mattress. It has been since Minho's fingers dug into the flesh of his thighs and pushed them open, since he settled there. If that wasn't enough, Minho had also decided to kiss him breathless through the process of pushing the second, then third finger in, lungs struggling for a gasp of air. And the thing about Minho, Jisung learns quickly, is that he's through. He kisses like he's trying to devour the other person and Jisung is ready to fall apart by the time he pulls back. 

 

Minho pulls away, reaching for the lube and drizzling more of it over Jisung’s hole, as he continues to work him open. The squelching sound echoes obscenely in the room and Jisung whines in embarrassment. It's sloppy, wet and messy— Jisung can't help but work his hips back against the thrusts of Minho's precise and experienced fingers. 

 

It feels good. It feels new and a little strange but Jisung craves more. 

 

"Minho," he manages and it's only when he reaches down for his cock that he notices his knot has already chubbed up. 

 

The other alpha follows the movement with his eyes, cooing as he watches Jisung's fingers wrap loosely above his knot. 

 

"That worked up already?" he goads, presses against that one spot inside Jisung that has his back bowing and cock dribbling all over his lower stomach. "Want more? Think you're ready for more?"

 

A jab at Jisung's ego.

 

"Yes," Jisung grits out, "yes, c'mon. Gimme more."

 

It's a blur of movement— of Minho pulling his fingers out carefully, getting rid of his sweats and underwear, stroking his cock and rolling the condom down his length as he repositions them a little, sitting back and gently maneuvering Jisung’s shaky limbs until he’s lying on the bed with his legs propped up on Minho’s spread knees. 

 

He shifts closer, grabbing Jisung by the waist as he lines his cock up with his hole. 

 

Minho reminds him to breathe, to relax and Jisung barely hears him through the buzz in his ears. 

 

Jisung inhales slowly and Minho begins to push into him even slower.

 

It's different from the fingers, weirder than them too. Jisung feels the muscles in his thighs and stomach tremble, growl bubbling up in his chest.

 

Minho grips him tighter.

 

It's so much, it's so new and different and threatening to his alpha and— "Wait, wait. "

 

Minho stills immediately, almost start pulling out but Jisung clenches, making them both hiss.

 

"Jisung—"

 

"No, 's good. Just—" he shifts, feels shy under Minho's soft gaze. "Can we— Can you start with— Just the tip?" 

 

Minho's been petting over his stomach comfortingly and the touch eases Jisung's nerves, makes him sink further into the mattress. 

 

Then, it starts all over again. 

 

Minho pushes in slightly, free hand wrapped around the length of his cock. Shallow thrusts, each one punching a gasp out of Jisung’s lungs. Still, he gets used to it— the feeling, the stretch, the look of concentration and self control on Minho’s face.

 

Jisung can feel himself loosening a little, letting Minho in with less and less fight, the movement becoming more fluid. It goes from feeling weird to feeling both good and not enough.

 

When he meets Minho’s eyes, he nods and the other alpha understands.

 

The next thrust goes a little further, Minho’s fingers tighten a little more on his waist. Jisung’s mouth parts and his body gives way less stubbornly now. 

 

‘’That’s it. You’re taking it so well, baby. Look so pretty under me, stretched around me.’’

 

Jisung soaks it all up, hangs onto Minho’s words and touch and scent. 

 

With each drag of Minho’s cock against his walls, Jisung gets more and more used to the feeling, growing eager for more, hips kicking on their own here and there. And, when Minho finally bottoms out, his vision turns blurry and fire spreads through his veins. 

 

Minho doesn’t seem to be in a better state, Jisung can pick up on the little tells despite his spinning head and the mask of composure the alpha so desperately tries to keep in tact. Jisung wants it to break, wants to see Minho let go— wants him as desperate as Jisung.

 

‘’What are you waiting for?’’ he asks, eyes lidded and mouth stretched into a fucked out grin. ‘’Fuck me, alpha .’’ 

 

It works.

 

There’s a low threat of a growl before both of Minho’s hands grip onto his tender waist, leaning forward slightly before he starts moving. He rolls his hips, presses his pelvis right against Jisung before repeating the movement until Jisung’s whimpering, reaching out to cling onto Minho’s shoulders.

 

‘’Mouthy one, aren’t you?’’ 

 

"You— ah, you haven't seen anything."

 

Minho kisses him, stealing his breath, leaving him drugged and choking with bliss. Wet and messy and everything Jisung clings onto as his sanity withers away with each roll of the alpha's hips. He's panting, trying to keep his breathing even as Minho settles a pace, keeps bumping right against his prostate. 

 

A litany of desperate, stuttery little sounds fall from Jisung’s lips as his nails dig into Minho's flesh, dragging over it in a poor attempt to ground himself. Minho wearing his marks for the next few days comes as an afterthought that makes his knot pulse.

 

Minho, pressed so close to him, feels it. 

 

"Mm, what's this?" he hums, sitting back up, eyes focused on Jisung's dick. One of his hands moves, finger tracing from the wet head and down the length of it before finally brushing over his knot. Jisung gasps, leg kicking out.

 

"Such a big, pretty knot," he drawls, letting his fingers circle the swell of it. "From what I recall, sensitive too."

 

He squeezes and Jisung shakes with the intensity of pleasure, wrecked and frantic. 

 

"More," Jisung moans and his voice doesn't sound like his own.

 

"More?"

 

Minho pulls out, grips at the back of Jisung's knees and folds him. Lube cools his overheated, sensitive skin as the alpha pours more over his hole, presses closer and squeezes the liquid into him. Jisung's eyes roll back at the feeling. 

 

"Pretty alpha wants more?" he coos, pushing in again and picking up the pace immediately. It's so sloppy, so obscene and embarrassing and Jisung is addicted.

 

He feels it, then.

 

Minho's knot, bumping against his stretched rim with each press of Minho's hips against his. It has his eyes widening, bewildered and he jerks beneath him, breath ripped from his chest. " Min — alpha, fuck . It won't— Won't fit."

 

"It will," Minho tells him, dropping a hand to thumb at where he's so slick and so split open. "You can take it. You'll look so good stretched around my knot, won't you?"

 

Jisung bucks, his throat working around a low keen while Minho eases into a deep, blissful grind. He nods, babbles of yes, please and want your knot slipping past his slack mouth.

 

Minho seems to adore it, leaning down to swallow all the words as his knot catches against Jisung's rim. His face is burning and his chest aches and he wants —

 

Minho ruts deeper, spreading Jisung open more and more as his knot starts to swell a bit more. It's threatening to split Jisung open and his body begins to protest, his instincts kicking, putting up a momentary fight. 

 

He bares his teeth, a deep growl breaking out, his alpha threatened to be completely overpowered.

 

Minho presses at his chest, holds him down, eyes locked with his. "Down," he says, voice authoritative and ringing in Jisung's ears. "Let go and take it. You know you want to, baby."

 

Jisung does want to. He wants it so bad.

 

Minho keeps pumping out those dizzying calming pheromones, keeps whispering sweet nothings, keeps kissing Jisung all over, and— it works. Like a pacifier, it eases Jisung back into submission. Minh’s hand moves from his chest, fingers wrapping around Jisung’s throat, pushing him into the bed. It stays there for a long moment, and then the touch turns sweet, barely even a whisper over his skin, fingertips trailing over the sensitive spot on Jisung’s throat where he can feel just how fast his heart is beating. Another slow roll of Minho's hips and the overwhelming, mind-breaking pressure of his knot takes over all of Jisung's senses.  

 

He's not prepared for the intensity of it. For the way his vision whites for a moment.  

 

Jisung whines, heart pounding against his chest and body trembling but Minho doesn't let up. His face is buried in Jisung's neck, hot breath fanning over his skin as he groans with a deep shudder and bucks forward with an intensity that knocks Jisung dizzy. "There you go. Shit, baby— You feel so good."

 

Then— Minho stays like that and lets Jisung adjust. He keeps mouthing at Jisung's scent gland, pressing soft kisses against it and, when he pulls back enough to face Jisung, the sight knocks any remaining air out of his trembling lungs. 

 

Minho only smiles, rakes his fingers through Jisung's sweaty bangs and pushes them out of his face. Jisung isn't sure how he manages to stay so calm when he can feel how hard he is, how swollen his knot is. 

 

"Okay?" Minho asks, voice a little strained and Jisung's heart does a silly little flip, safely hidden in his chest. 

 

And— yeah. Jisung is okay. His instincts have stopped putting up a fight, stepping down and letting pleasure take over fully. Now, Jisung's warm, Minho's scent is all over him and he feels so, so full. So sated. 

 

He smiles, all dazed and a little stupid.

 

"Oh, you pretty thing," Minho coos, kisses him slow and deep. "All this time you've been aching for a knot, haven't you?" 

 

Jisung claws at his back.

 

"The big, bad alpha act you've been putting on, the persona you've been displaying to your little fans— it's all for show, isn't it?" Minho pulls back, only until his knot catches Jisung's rim and then pushes back into him with a groan. "What you really wanted, what you needed , was to be put in place by an alpha. To be fucked stupid and knotted."

 

The corners of Jisung's eyes are stinging with hot tears that roll down his temples as pleasure wrecks every inch of his being.

 

He's entered another dimension, a world of Minho, Minho, Minho . He wants to stay in it forever. 

 

"Shh, you have me now. And I'm so tempted to keep you on my knot at all times," Minho grits out and there's a hand on his cock, a fist closing around his knot and Jisung's body locks up immediately.

 

All he manages is, " Please, alpha, " before he breaks. 

 

And he can't stop coming. 

 

Hot splashes of his cum cover his stomach, knot pulsing through it, still held in Minho's grip. The alpha keeps stimulating it, keeps brushing his thumb over the swell of it, tightening and loosening his hold.

 

"Fuck," Minho breathes, dark eyes taking in the sight under him. Through the haze of his orgasm, Jisung notices him shaking, flushed a pretty red all over, and knows that he's trying hard not to just let go as well. He's not sure how he managed to stall it this long. 

 

Another moment and Jisung gasps as Minho rolls his hips again, grinding into him before resuming a breakneck pace that has Jisung’s body tremoring. A particularly brutal thrust has him biting back a scream, whimpering pitifully and shaking his head back and forth at the pleasure.

 

The hard yanks of his hip that he was sure to bruise, the jerking motions that brought him back onto Minho's dick. Jisung moaned, his whole body aching, the confusion of pain and pleasure quickly turning to unbridled torture as his sensitive body is forced to feel the unadulterated pleasure of Minho rutting straight into his prostate. His cock keeps drooling despite being soft.

 

Jisung can’t come again, at least not so soon, but his body keeps striving to try, the pleasure cruel and beautiful. “ Please . S'too much, I can’t— gonna make me come again.”

 

"Good."

 

The fire in Minho's eyes flares. Another sharp grind that has Jisung's eyes rolling back and Minho stills, knot snapping into place and a deep growl following. 

 

The first pulse of his cum has Jisung choking on air, a rush of heat. Minho's cock keeps brushing against his prostate and all it takes is another surge of the alpha's cum for his body to weakly give in to pleasure. 

 

Jisung didn't have time to even properly get hard again but his cock drools out the pleasure that has been building inside him. 

 

"That's it, just like that." All he can do is let out hiccupy sobs as Minho continues to rut into him, groaning at the way Jisung's body keeps spasming around him. 

 

The heat in his belly grows thicker as he's filled more and more— despite the condom, the heavy sensation of it is maddening. 

 

The sordid sensation of being spread on another alpha’s knot is something Jisung hadn’t anticipated liking this much. Though, that's something to overthink later. Right now, he's too busy shaking with each heavy pulse of Minho's knot. 

 

Minho leans forward, keeping himself balanced on his forearms as he nuzzles against Jisung's sweaty neck.

 

"Easy," he murmurs gently, placing kisses over Jisung's trembling skin. "Shhh, you're doing so good, pretty alpha. Making me feel so good, baby."

 

Jisung clings to him, one hand in Minho's hair and the other gripping onto his back. 

 

The tissue of Minho's knot clenches a few more times, offering a few more weak spurts of cum. His growl vibrates through Jisung's core, making him completely pliant and he just lies there and takes everything.

 

And  god , does it feel good to let go of everything. It feels like being free— completely and utterly, from the inside out.

 

Minho's fingers close around his jaw, lining their lips up so he can lick into Jisung's mouth and Jisung lets himself be kissed with wild abandon, all teeth and tongue and unforgiving. 

 

When he pulls back, Jisung is able to look at him properly, despite his vision swaying. His hair is matted to his forehead, wet with sweat, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. His face slowly relaxes as his breathing evens out.

 

‘’What the fuck,’’ Jisung slurs, mouth too relaxed to form whole words. He’s not prepared for the shaking sensation of vulnerability that comes when he blinks himself back into awareness but Minho is there, anchoring him down. 

 

He grins, wide and dazzling and a little smug, rolls his hips a little, testing his knot. Jisung yelps but his hips buck up at the tiny shocks of white hot pleasure.

 

“We’re staying here for a while,” Minho hums and Jisung can’t find it within himself to mind it. His eyes slip shut again, palms running over Minho’s slick skin who only cups his cheek and leans down to kiss him some more.

 

“Feeling okay?”  

 

Jisung hums, nodding. “Whole body aches,’’ he breathes, peering up enough to see a small frown on Minho’s face. He pulls up enough to place a kiss right between the alpha’s brows. ‘’Don’t do that. I like it. Didn’t think I could take it.’’

 

Minho chuckles, leaning down to nuzzle against Jisung’s scent gland. Jisung hopes he’ll smell like caramel tomorrow.  ‘’But you did, you took all of me.’’

 

Jisung sighs, warm and happy and sated. He wraps his arms around Minho and holds him like that.

The scenario is something Jisung wants to get used to— Minho with hair sticking out in different places, eyes swollen from sleep and skin adorned with all the marks Jisung has left, shining under the morning sunlight. He looks over where Jisung is still sunken into the pillows, unwilling to move, and smiles brightly.

 

Jisung wraps his fingers around his wrist and yanks him down until he has an armful of a sleepy, warm alpha. He places a kiss on the crown of Minho’s head and breathes in the scent of summer mixed with something syrupy sweet that has his chest vibrating with a quiet purr. 

Notes:

so. yeah there's that. it took me waaaay too long to write but it was a fun ride
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