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Minho stares at his naked body in the full-length mirror, analyzing the way hard planes give way to softer, more subtle curves. Like the junction where his toned thighs meet the plushness of his ass and the gentle curve of his soft waist. Or the transition from well-defined arms to thin wrists and short, delicate fingers. None of it really screams alpha . Then again, Minho’s never really felt like much of an alpha.
Ever since he presented at the age of sixteen, Minho has wondered if maybe the Moon made a mistake. Neither of his parents are alphas, so it doesn’t even make sense . He’s never shown any of the typical alpha traits―aggressive, demanding, impulsive ―and he doesn’t feel the same attraction to omegas that most alphas do. He doesn’t even feel the typical urge to dominate anyone, whether sexually or otherwise. In fact … sometimes he even entertains the thought of being dominated . He actually likes the idea of someone holding him down and putting him in his place. Not that he would ever tell anyone.
Torn between who he was supposed to be and who he felt like on the inside, Minho had spent the entirety of his first year as an alpha resenting his second gender. Though he kept it to himself, he spent every day questioning why the moon had decided to make him an alpha instead of an omega, or even a beta. He would have settled for anything else. He felt like his life had lost its purpose.
Until he met Han Jisung.
It was instant, for Minho. As soon as he saw the smaller boy looking up at him with those big, round eyes, he was a goner. Han Jisung was cute, funny, and he always took care of Minho. He was also an omega.
Well, he wasn’t an omega yet , but everyone said he would be.
Minho knew a week into their friendship that he would do anything for Han Jisung—and if that meant becoming the perfect alpha, then so be it.
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“ Hyuuuung ,” Jisung turns to Minho with a pout on his face, a bottle of melon soda in his outstretched hand. “Can you open this for me? My arms hurt.”
Minho rolls his eyes, but he takes the bottle anyway, gripping the cap tightly before twisting it off.
“It wasn’t even that tight, you could have opened it yourself,” Minho says, handing back the soda.
“Yea, but my arms are sore from the gym yesterday. Don’t you have any sympathy for me?” The younger bats his lashes at him. Minho narrows his eyes before returning to the game on his phone while the younger goes off to bother someone else as they wait backstage.
He gets about five minutes of peace before he’s distracted again by Jisung singing and dancing to some girl group song with Changbin by the snack table. Minho rolls his eyes, trying to ignore the way it makes his heart flutter.
Jisung is way too good at the cutesy persona. It’s dangerous, because it usually gets Minho to do whatever he wants for him. It’s also why everyone has collectively decided that even though he has yet to present, there’s no denying he’ll be an omega. His waist is too tiny, his face is too cute, he’s too gentle to be an alpha … the list goes on. And Jisung plays right into it, for the most part. He uses his cuteness to his advantage, getting anything he wants from staff and other members. Minho is usually his favorite victim.
Though Minho will be the first to tell you not to judge a book by its cover, he doesn’t really argue when it comes to Jisung. If everyone says that Jisung will be an omega, then it must be true. Selfishly, Minho wants it to be true. Despite his deepest desires to be claimed by another alpha in a way that goes against his most basic biology, alpha and alpha relationships are still seen as disgraceful to the rest of their society. If everyone is wrong and Jisung presents as an alpha too, then Minho is fucked. He’ll never be able to confess his feelings for fear of being hated by the younger. Minho would rather die alone.
“Everyone round up, we’re going on next,” Chan calls out, drawing Minho’s attention away from his phone. He closes out of his game and gives his phone to one of the managers to hold onto while they’re on stage.
Minho tries to pay attention as they go through their warm up stretches, but he finds himself zoning out, still distracted by his thoughts. He doesn’t even realize that they’ve moved on to the next stretch until he accidentally wacks Seungmin in the head as the younger bends down to touch his toes.
“Ow, hyung, what the heck,” Seungmin grumbles, rubbing at the sore spot on his head. Minho just sticks his tongue out, too embarassed to admit he hadn’t been paying attention. “Yah, Jisung, control your hyung.”
Minho’s eyes widen as Jisung gives him a look from across the circle. He can feel his face flushing as he ducks his head, shying away from the younger’s gaze as if he’s been scolded. Imagine that—an alpha submitting to an unpresented wolf. Minho makes sure to pay attention after that.
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Han Jisung
Jagiyaaaaa
I’m sick :(
Minho sighs, reading the incoming texts as he lays in bed. They’re on break right now and he’s not supposed to go home for another few days, so he’s been lazing around in the dorm all morning. He was just about to queue up a movie on his laptop when Jisung texted him. Minho taps on the keyboard and types out a reply.
What does that have to do with me?
Jisung is quick to respond.
Han Jisung
All the other hyungs are out 🥺
I’m all alone 🥺
No one to take care of me 🥺
🥺
Call one of the managers then 🙄
But hyuuuung~
Jagiyaaaa~
🥺 ❤️ 💕
Please 💕
Minho rolls his eyes as if the younger man can see him.
I was just about to watch a movie in bed
Han Jisung
I’ll come over to yours then 🥰
Minho should stop pretending like he’s not going to give in to whatever Jisung wants every time.
He tosses his phone to the side and picks up his laptop, pulling up one of their favorite streaming websites. He scrolls through the horror section before thinking better, closing out the website and pulling up a different one. Jisung will probably want to watch something lighter since he’s not feeling well. He loads a Studio Ghibli film instead.
Minho begins arranging the blankets and pillows on his bed so that Jisung will be comfortable when he comes over, knowing that the younger wolf loves to cuddle even when he’s sick. When he steps back to admire his work, he realizes that he’s unconsciously built a sort-of nest without thinking. It’s for Jisung, of course , his brain tells him. He just wants the younger to be comfortable.
After making sure everything is perfect, Minho goes to the kitchen to grab some snacks and warm up some water for tea. He realizes belatedly that he should have asked Jisung what kind of symptoms he was having so he could make sure to grab some medicine from their bathroom cabinet, too. Is it a head kind of sick or a stomach kind of sick? What if he feels too nauseous to eat anything? Or what if he has a cough and needs something to soothe his throat? Minho adds honey to the tea, just in case.
He’s attempting to load everything onto a tray when Seungmin joins him in the kitchen.
“Is Jisung coming over?” Seungmin asks, setting a dirty bowl in the sink.
“Ah, yea, he’s sick,” Minho replies, adding a few napkins to the tray just in case Jisung gets crumbs all over his bed. He pauses for a moment and looks up at Seungmin. “Wait, why did you just assume it was Jisung?”
Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Who else would it be? The only people you two hang out with is each other.”
Minho huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I have other friends, Kim Seungmin. And at least Jisung and I hang out with each other—the only person you hang out with is your right hand.”
“Are you implying that you and Jisung jerk each other off? Because I honestly wouldn’t be surprised.”
Minho gives the younger a scandalized look. He’s about to tell him off, when the sound of the front door unlocking reaches his ears.
“Looks like that’s my cue to go,” Seungmin says, savoring Minho’s defeat as he flees from the kitchen.
Minho can hear the front door slamming shut as Jisung enters their apartment, stopping in the foyer to take off his shoes.
“Jagi, I’m home~” Jisung sings, rounding the corner to find Minho waiting for him in the kitchen. His eyes light up when he sees the tray of snacks Minho has prepared. Dropping his jacket on the nearest chair, Jisung crosses the kitchen to wrap himself around Minho’s waist, immediately scenting the older man as he buries his face in his neck. “Have I told you lately that I love you? Because I do.”
Minho attempts to suppress the shivers making their way down his spine at the younger’s words as Jisung’s hair tickles at his cheek.
Jisung continues running his nose along Minho’s scent gland, inhaling an obscene amount. “You smell different,” he says, digging his nose deeper into the crook of Minho’s neck. “Almost like … chocolate covered strawberries. Smells nice.”
Minho furrows his brows. The others have always told him that he smells like all sorts of strawberry desserts—strawberry shortcake, strawberries and cream, sometimes just plain strawberry—but never with chocolate. He sniffs the air, catching a whiff of the scent Jisung is talking about. Hmm … it does kind of smell like chocolate. Maybe Felix was making brownies again earlier?
When Jisung finally pulls back, Minho takes the opportunity to run his fingers through his hair, which is now brushing against the collar of his shirt.
“Your hair is getting longer,” Minho says, combing his fingers through the loose curls. “Did you get a perm?”
It’s been a week or so since he’s seen the younger man, both busy caught up in different schedules as they started their breaks.
Jisung nods, eyes squinting as he smiles. “Do I look cute?”
Minho pretends to think it over, trying to ignore the warm feeling that spreads through his chest at the eager look on Jisung’s face.
“I suppose it suits you,” Minho says eventually, teasing the hair at the nape of Jisung’s neck. “Though you don’t look very sick to me. Isn’t that why you’re here?”
Jisung pouts, tightening his grip around Minho’s waist. “I am sick, hyung. My thermometer said I have a fever.” Minho moves one of his hands from Jisung’s hair to his forehead, checking his temperature. He is rather warm …
He untangles Jisung’s hands from his waist and hands him the tray of snacks.
“Why don’t you take this to my room and change into pajamas while I grab medicine from the bathroom, ‘kay?”
Jisung nods, taking the tray dutifully and heading off towards his room.
After rummaging through their medicine cabinet for fever reducer, Minho returns to his room to find Jisung already snuggled up in his bed. He’s got on a pair of Minho’s pajamas and one of the cups of tea tucked in between his hands.
“Here, take two of these,” Minho says, handing Jisung two pills and a glass of water he’d gotten from the kitchen on his way back. Jisung quickly obeys, throwing the pills back before swallowing it down with the water.
A few minutes later, they’re both cuddled up under Minho’s bed sheets, computer in Minho’s lap as the movie plays on the screen. Jisung’s entire body is pressed up against him as he leans his head on his shoulder and Minho can’t help but notice how warm he is.
“How high did you say your fever was?” Minho asks, turning his head to look at the younger.
Jisung doesn’t take his eyes off the screen as he replies. “I didn’t. But the thermometer said one-oh-two.”
Minho furrows his eyebrows. “That’s kind of high, Jisung. Are you sure you shouldn’t see a doctor?”
Jisung shrugs. “Honestly, I feel fine otherwise. I just needed an excuse to come over and cuddle.”
He looks up at Minho and smiles before wrapping his arm around his waist and squeezing him tight. The protest on Minho’s lips dies immediately. How can he say no when Jisung is looking up at him with those eyes?
Thirty minutes later, Jisung is passed out on Minho’s shoulder. He should’ve known the younger wouldn’t make it through the whole movie. Jisung is still warm, so Minho peels back one of the many blankets he’s snuggled under and folds it over to his side of the bed so Jisung doesn’t overheat while he sleeps. He shuts his laptop and places it on his bedside table, grabbing his phone instead. It’s only five in the afternoon, so he’s not tired just yet. He pulls up his secret TikTok account and scrolls through funny cat videos for a little while. He sees a cute one of two kittens cuddling and chuckles, sending it to Jisung so he can watch it later when he’s awake.
Minho looks up from his phone when he hears a knock on his door. He carefully moves Jisung to the side so he can get out of bed to answer it.
“Hey,” Seungmin says, glancing behind Minho to see Jisung sleeping on his bed before lowering his voice. “The rest of us are going out for dinner. Do you want us to bring you back anything?”
Minho shakes his head; he’s not really that hungry, having had a late lunch a few hours ago.
“Alright, I guess we’ll see you guys later then,” Seungmin says. “Text me if you need us to stop on the way home for medicine or anything.”
Minho thanks him and goes to close the door when Seungmin stops him. The younger gives him a strange look, sniffing the air.
“What, you got something to say?” Minho teases, narrowing his eyes at the younger. Seungmin shakes his head, brows furrowed.
“No, sorry, I just thought I smelled another alpha. You’re not hiding someone else in here, are you?”
Minho rolls his eyes. “Why the hell would I be hiding an alpha in my room? Must be Innie you’re smelling.”
Seungmin cocks his head to the side. “No, it smells … different.” He sniffs the air again, eyes darting over to Jisung’s sleeping form before shaking his head. “Anyway, we’ll be back later tonight.”
Minho bids him farewell, waiting until he hears the click of their front door shutting before settling back into bed with his phone. He passes the next hour or two like that, scrolling on his phone and occasionally checking in on Jisung. The younger seems to be getting hotter by the minute, but Minho doesn’t have a thermometer and he’s not sure if it’s from his fever or from all of the blankets he’s burrowed himself under. When he tries to take off a few, Jisung just grunts in his sleep and clings to them, wrapping himself up like a little burrito. It’s so cute that Minho doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. He promises himself that if Jisung still has a fever by tomorrow morning, he’ll drag him to the doctor’s himself.
With this thought in mind, he watches over Jisung until his eyes slip shut.
Minho wakes up to a heavy pressure against his back. He blinks his eyes open slowly, trying to figure out how he’d ended up face down on his stomach in his sleep when the smell hits him. Rut . All he can smell is the scent of an alpha in his rut, thick and heady like syrup coating his lungs. His eyes widen as he realizes his rut must have come early; he’s hot all over and his cock is hard against the sheets. But then he sniffs the air again and his face sours, noticing that the smell isn’t … him. It’s not strawberries and cream and sponge cake, it’s … it’s chocolate. He blinks away the last dregs of sleep weighing down his eyelids and attempts to take in his surroundings, noticing for the first time that the weight on his back isn’t his blanket, but a person. It’s Jisung, pressing him down into the sheets with his body, cock hard against his ass as he ruts down into the crevice between his cheeks. What the …
“ Fuck , hyung, you’re finally awake,” Jisung pants, nuzzling his nose into the side of Minho’s neck. “Smell so good, baby.” He makes a sound of contentment, baring his teeth to drag across Minho’s scent gland. Minho shivers, unconsciously bearing his neck for the younger alpha before he snaps back to reality.
Flattening his hands on the mattress for leverage, he shoves upwards, knocking Jisung off his back and onto the other side of the bed. He quickly scrambles up into a seated position, staring at Jisung with wide eyes as he takes in the situation.
“You … you’re an alpha,” Minho gasps, covering his nose as the rich smell of chocolate and pheromones invades his senses. So the smell from earlier wasn’t Felix baking brownies after all—it was Jisung . Jisung, who wasn’t actually sick with a fever, but who was on the verge of presenting. As an alpha. God, they’d all been so convinced that Jisung would present as an omega whenever the time came that they must’ve missed all of the signs.
Minho’s eyes widen as they flicker down to take in the younger man. Jisung is completely naked, flushed all the way from his neck down to his hard cock resting against his stomach. Minho gulps, trying to refrain from whimpering at the size. He can feel saliva beginning to pool underneath his tongue, imagining Jisung’s cock in his mouth, down his throat, in his ass— Minho shakes his head; he can’t let the pheromones get to him. “You— how?”
Jisung laughs, but the sound is devoid of humor. “What, I can’t present as an alpha?” He brings a hand up to push the damp hair off his forehead. Minho’s eyes follow the movement. “Sorry, should I turn back time and present as an omega instead?”
Minho is having a hard time reconciling this cocky, overconfident version of Jisung with the pouty boy who’d snuggled into his bed last night.
“I just—you—but—“
“But what, hyung? You thought I’d present as an omega like everyone else?” Jisung leans forward on all fours and stalks over to Minho’s side of the bed, crawling over top of him until he has Minho beneath him. Still in shock, all Minho can do is gape up at the younger alpha, powerless against the dominant aura of an alpha in rut. Jisung leans down till his lips are at Minho’s ear. “Or maybe you were hoping I’d present as an alpha all along.” Minho can feel the way Jisung’s lips twist up into a grin before he switches sides, mouthing at Minho’s other ear. “I see the way you look at me, hyung. You think I don’t notice, but I know. I know you want me to fuck you.” Minho whimpers as Jisung curls his fingers into his hair and tugs at his scalp. “Such a pathetic little alpha, just wants to be bent over and bred like a bitch in heat.”
Minho fucking whines. He whines and he bares his neck for his alpha, wanting nothing more than to submit to the younger boy. It’s gross and unnatural and it goes against everything he’s supposed to be, but god does he want it so bad. He wants Jisung to flip him over and fuck him stupid, to knot him and breed him, to call him a bitch and tell him how pathetic he is for bending over for another alpha’s cock. He wants it so bad he can already feel himself leaking in his shorts, hips canting upwards as he seeks out friction.
“ Please ,” he begs, head fuzzy and all coherent thoughts leaving his mind besides please, please, please. He’s never wanted anything more in his life. He doesn’t know if it’s the pheromones, or the stupid lovesick crush he’s had on Jisung for the past however many years, but his thoughts have all been reduced to the burning need to have Jisung inside of him now. He scrambles to take off his own clothes, tugging at his shirt and getting frustrated when it gets caught on his neck.
“Shh, baby, calm down,” Jisung says, slowing Minho’s frantic movements and helping him lift his shirt over his head. “Come back to me for a minute, baby.”
Jisung cards his fingers through Minho’s hair, bringing their foreheads together as he continues to shush him till his whimpers die down.
“Are you sure you want this hyung?” Jisung asks, brushing his thumb against Minho’s cheek soothingly. “I don’t wanna force you to do anything, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold back if you stay.”
Minho nods. “I want it, Sung,” he breathes, hands curled up against Jisung’s firm chest. He still feels a little lightheaded, but his mind is clearer now. At least, for the moment. “But you don’t … you don’t think I’m disgusting?”
Jisung’s face twists. “Why would I find you disgusting?”
“‘Cause I’m an alpha too. It’s shameful, wanting to be bred by another alpha.” Minho turns his head to the side to hide his embarrassment.
“Oh baby.” Jisung uses the hand on his cheek to pull his face back, looking him straight in the eyes. “I could never find you disgusting, Minho. You’ll always be my lovely jagi, my prettiest hyung.” Minho blushes, face heating up. He’s been so scared of being rejected by the other for his preferences for so long that it feels like a relief to hear those words. Jisung’s eyes dart down to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
Minho nods and holds his breath as Jisung slowly leans in.
Minho’s thought about kissing Jisung a million times, but the reality is even better than he imagined. It’s not like either of them have a ton of experience kissing other people, but it’s Jisung, so it’s special. Their lips fit perfectly against each other, and Jisung kisses him like a man starved, licking and biting his way into his mouth. The more their lips move together, the more aggressive Jisung gets, snarling against Minho’s lips when he pulls away for air. Minho makes a noise of displeasure and Jisung immediately pulls back, allowing Minho to breathe.
“Do you have a safe word, hyung?” Jisung pants, already breathless. Minho wouldn’t be surprised if part of it was from all of the effort it’s taking him to hold back right now. He’s no stranger to the feral kind of need that takes over when he’s in rut, making him desperate to fuck the nearest living object (or his hand, on most occasions). Minho’s actually kind of impressed with the amount of restraint Jisung has, especially considering he’s just presented. If he wanted to, he could have fucked Minho while he was still asleep.
“Pineapple,” he says. Jisung gives him a weird look. “I’ve been spending too much time with Channie-hyung, okay?”
Jisung narrows his eyes. “Don’t mention other men when I’m about to fuck you.”
Minho gives him a sheepish look. He leans up and begins peppering Jisung’s face with kisses as an apology, nipping at his chin. Jisung melts immediately, giving into Minho’s kisses and returning them with just as much fervor.
“You’ve been such a good alpha for me all these years, hyung,” Jisung says, lips dragging against his cheek. “Always taking care of me. Let me take care of you, now.”
Minho nods, dazed as he watches Jisung slowly make his way down his body. The alpha leaves kisses on every inch of his skin, licking and biting at his chest, his nipples; the skin around his belly button. If his mind were a little clearer, he’d scold the younger for leaving marks where people can see, but with the pheromones clouding his brain, all it does is make his inner wolf preen. After Jisung is through with him, he wants everyone to know he belongs to the younger alpha. He wants to look at himself in the mirror for weeks and be reminded of how good he made his alpha feel. He wants Jisung to see the fading purple bruises covering his body and think about how Minho is his.
When Jisung reaches his sweatpants, he tugs at the fabric, pulling it down so that his hard cock flops out against his belly. The younger makes a cooing noise, reaching out with one hand to wrap his fingers around the member and give it a few quick pumps.
“You’re so cute down here, hyung,” Jisung says, almost condescending as he pinches the head of Minho’s cock between two fingers. “So small, you can’t even fuck anyone with this, can you? Probably barely even pop a knot.”
Minho whines, squirming in the younger’s hold at the degradation. It’s true that he’s on the smaller side, but he’s never thought about not being able to properly knot someone before. Jisung is so much bigger than him, he almost feels embarrassed at how small his cock is in comparison. Such a pathetic excuse for an alpha …
Jisung pulls his sweatpants the rest of the way down, tossing them somewhere in his room before returning to his cock. Minho is already painfully hard and he’s never been good at lasting long, so he tries not to come as soon as Jisung wraps his pretty lips around him. Jisung bobs his head a few times, licking and sucking at the head of his cock.
“God, you don’t even reach the back of my throat, hyung,” Jisung says, popping off his cock to look up at Minho with a glint in his eyes. He wraps his fingers around his cock instead of taking it in his mouth again, giving Minho a few weak tugs. “I bet if you put this in me I’d barely feel it. Probably wouldn’t last very long, either.”
Minho can feel tears pricking at the back of his eyes as Jisung’s words cause shame to course through him. When he looks down, he can see how small he looks in Jisung’s hand, how the tip of his cock barely peaks out above the younger’s fist. He moves to close his legs in embarrassment but Jisung stops him, holding down his thigh with his free hand and pinning it to the bed. The younger continues stroking him, bringing him close to the edge already even though it’s only been a few minutes.
“Stop, please, m’close,” Minho whines, still squirming despite Jisung’s strong hold on him.
“What, you think I won’t still fuck you if you’ve come already?” Jisung speeds up his ministrations, driving Minho closer and closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. “Just means you’ll be tighter around my knot.”
Minho cries out as he comes, the shock of his orgasm overriding the shame that he feels from having come so fast. He can feel the sticky substance pooling in his belly button, spreading warmth across his lower stomach as Jisung continues to stroke him through it. When Jisung finally lets him go, Minho thinks he’ll grab a towel from the bathroom to wipe him up. Instead, the younger dips his head, lapping up Minho’s come, a filthy slurping noise echoing throughout his room. Jisung hooks his hands beneath the back of Minho’s thighs and tilts his hips backwards so that his ass is lifted off the bed, before spitting into his hole. Minho’s eyes widen at the feeling of his own come dripping out of his ass.
“There,” Jisung says, a satisfied grin on his face. His lips are wet and shiny with remnants of Minho’s come and his own saliva. “Now you’re all wet for me, just like an omega.”
Before Minho can even respond, Jisung is digging in, lapping at Minho’s come as it drips out of his hole before it can reach the sheets. When he sticks his tongue in, it reaches so deep inside Minho he sees stars. If Jisung kisses like a man starved, he eats ass like he’s famished. He fucks his tongue inside of Minho’s hole relentlessly, sucking and slurping until he gets every last drop of come. Even when Minho’s licked clean, he still continues his attack, using his thumb to open Minho even wider until his tongue is able to reach his prostate, sending shivers of pleasure and overstimulation down Minho’s spine as he muffles his cries into the palm of his hand.
When Jisung is done abusing his hole, he moves on to his ass cheeks, biting at the skin with his sharp teeth and leaving more purple bruises all the way up his thighs. He licks a stripe up Minho’s spent cock, causing the member to twitch in interest as Minho starts slowly filling out again. Then he moves on to the clean-shaven area of Minho’s pelvis, nuzzling his nose into the junction where it meets his thigh and breathing in his scent. He nips at the area, canines grazing the soft skin of his thigh before biting down with enough pressure to break through the skin, just barely. Minho yelps, hips bucking up in a mix of pain and pleasure as Jisung laves over the area, soothing the sting and cleaning up the small trickle of blood that leaks out. Meanwhile, all Minho can do is squirm and whine until Jisung finally lets him go, dropping his hips down onto the bed.
“Where do you keep your lube, hyung?” Jisung asks.
“Bedside table,” Minho pants, chest heaving as he tries to recover from … whatever that was. God, he still can’t wrap his head around the fact that all of his deepest desires are finally coming true—Jisung presenting as an alpha, Jisung wanting to fuck him, Jisung not rejecting him for it.
Jisung rummages around in his nightstand before pulling out a half-empty bottle of strawberry-flavored lube. He turns the bottle over in his hand, reading the label with a grin on his face.
“When you fuck yourself, do you think about me?” Jisung asks, smiling at him devilishly. He pops the cap open and squirts some out onto his fingers, warming it up between the digits.
“I—w-what?” Minho stutters, breath hitching as the first finger circles his rim. He’s still pretty relaxed from his first orgasm and from Jisung tongue-fucking him minutes ago, so the digit slips in easily.
“I know you’re not fucking anyone else, so why else would the bottle be half empty?”
“I— hnngg ,” Minho whimpers as Jisung begins to thrust his finger inside of him, working him open slowly. “I d-don’t—“
Jisung growls, leaning down to nip at his ear to silence him. “Don’t lie to me, hyung. Tell me what you think about when you fuck yourself, alpha.”
Jisung spits the word out with such disdain that Minho can only whine in response as humiliation burns through him, white-hot and scorching. Minho is an alpha for gods-sake, and yet here he is, already cock-dumb and drooling all over himself at the thought of another alpha fucking him. He’s been reduced to a spluttering mess as Jisung fingers him, working him open so he can take his knot like a fucking bitch. Like an omega. His inner wolf is screaming at him to throw the other man aside and run, while his body is practically begging Jisung to breed him, to knock him up and make him big and round with his pups. Even though he knows it’s not biologically possible, he wants Jisung to fuck him full of his come until it takes, until he’s full of Jisung’s babies.
And Minho loves it ; loves feeling like a pathetic whiny mess for Jisung. For his alpha .
It seems that the longer Minho takes to answer, the more impatient Jisung gets as he shoves a second digit in, no longer being careful as he fingers him ruthlessly. “I said tell me,” Jisung snarls. Minho whimpers and attempts to think through the fog clouding his mind.
“I-I think about y-you,” Minho stutters, fingers curling into the sheets as Jisung brushes against his prostate. He’s already fully hard again. “Think about you— haahh— fucking m-me.”
“Yea? Is that it?”
Jisung adds a third finger and Minho nearly chokes on his next words.
“N-no, I— fuck— I think about you breeding me, about you making me yours.”
“You never wanted to fuck me, did you, hyung?” Minho shakes his head vehemently. “You just wanted to be my perfect little breeding bitch, always so obedient.”
By the time Jisung works him up to a fourth finger, Minho is practically begging for it, whimpering and whining and gasping out please. Jisung must take pity on him, because he slips his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets before ordering Minho to turn over onto his knees. Minho quickly obeys, scrambling onto his hands and knees as Jisung lubes up his cock.
“God, look at you, hyung,” Jisung moans. Minho turns his head to look over his shoulder as the younger teases his hole with the head of his cock. The younger’s eyes are half-lidded as he stares at Minho’s ass hungrily, using his free hand to pull apart his ass cheeks, exposing his hole. “You look so pretty all bent over, begging for cock. You want my knot that badly?”
Minho whimpers, twisting his fingers into the bedsheets. “Please,” he begs, back arching as he shoves his face down into his pillow, presenting his ass for the alpha in hopes he’ll be kind enough to fuck him. “Please, alpha, I’ll be good.”
“Oh, I know you will,” Jisung says, following the curve of Minho’s spine to press him even further down into the sheets. “You’re always so good for me, hyung. Even in front of the others. I’m surprised you didn’t bend over and beg me to fuck you sooner.”
Minho whines, body tensing as Jisung nudges the head of his cock into his hole. Despite the thorough prep, Minho has never actually taken anything bigger than his own fingers (and now Jisung’s), so his body is fully unprepared for the intrusion when Jisung finally thrusts all the way in. Without any time to adjust, Minho’s body reacts faster than he can think, his inner wolf enraged at having to submit to another alpha, at taking cock like a bitch. His hips buck forward, attempting to get away from the huge cock currently splitting him open as a snarl rips its way out of his throat.
Jisung wastes no time in reining him in, curling his fingers into his hair and shoving his face into the pillow while another hand wraps tightly around his waist. Sharp nails dig into his skin as Jisung forces his hips to stay still, flush against his own with his cock deep inside Minho. When Minho struggles, Jisung only presses down harder on his face.
“What happened to being good, alpha?” Jisung spits out, yanking Minho’s hips back against his own as he squirms in his hold.
“Too— fuck ,” Minho gasps, eyes wide as he tries to adjust to the size. “Too big.”
Minho is an alpha; his body isn’t made to take cock, especially not one this big. Jisung is at least twice, maybe even three times his size, and he hadn’t given Minho any time to adjust before shoving all the way in. Minho has to take deep breaths as he tries to relax, struggling not to fight Jisung’s hold on him.
“M’sorry,” Minho pants, fighting against his wolf so he can submit to the younger. “You can keep going. I’ll be good, promise.”
Jisung only grunts, pulling his hips back slowly once he confirms that Minho isn’t going anywhere. When he thrusts forward, Minho nearly goes cross eyed, the force of it punching a breathless moan out of him as Jisung hits his prostate dead-on.
“Fuck,” Minho breathes, squeezing his eyes shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. He still hasn’t quite adjusted to Jisung’s size as the younger begins setting up a pace so the slide of his cock inside him burns, but it melts into pleasure every time he thrusts forward into his prostate.
“You’re so fucking tight, hyung,” Jisung groans, tugging on Minho’s scalp as he fucks into him. “S’like you were made to take cock.”
Minho can only moan as Jisung begins picking up pace, fucking him stupid into the sheets as a puddle of drool begins to collect around his mouth. So this is what it feels like to be fucked, Minho thinks, a warmth spreading through his chest as a part of him feels like everything is finally locking into place. This is what if feels like to be fucked by Jisung. Minho doesn’t think he can ever go back now that he’s had a taste. Jisung is so big inside him, Minho’s never felt so deliciously full in his life. Despite the weird feeling in his chest at going against his biology, everything else about this just feels so right. Like Jisung’s words are true—he was made to take cock; he was made to be taken advantage of, to be fucked till he’s dumb and crying, to be bred like someone’s bitch. Jisung’s bitch. God, he wants to be Jisung’s bitch so badly. He wants the younger to knot him, to fuck him full of pups and claim him. It’s all he can think about besides the feeling of Jisung’s thick cock inside of him, driving him crazier with every thrust.
“Feels good, alpha,” Minho whines, wanting the younger to know how good he’s making him feel. How well his alpha is pleasuring him.
“Yea, jagi? Feels good?” Jisung pants. He squeezes the meat of Minho’s thigh before pulling his hand back to land a quick slap. Minho’s hips jerk forward, eyes wide as he moans in surprise. “Fuck, I always knew you’d like shit like this. You’re a fucking painslut, aren’t you?”
Minho shakes his head, fingers curling into the bed sheets as he tries to deny Jisung’s claim.
“M’not a slut, m’not—“
Jisung spanks him again, his hand surely leaving marks against Minho’s thigh. The younger barks out a condescending laugh when Minho’s back arches in pleasure, clearly disproving his words. Using the fingers in his hair as leverage, Jisung yanks Minho up from the bed, tugging on his scalp until Minho is forced to follow. He doesn’t stop until Minho is upright, back pressed against Jisung’s chest. In this position, Jisung’s mouth is right against his ear as he begins spitting out filthy words.
“If you’re not a slut, then why do you take my cock so well, hyung?” Jisung punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust. “Or are you just a slut for me, huh?”
Minho whines, scrambling at his own chest as his hands seek something to grab onto while Jisung continues to fuck him.
“Just for you, S-Sungie.”
Jisung growls, snaking one hand up to wrap around Minho’s neck. His hold isn’t tight, but the mere presence of Jisung’s fingers around his throat is enough to have Minho’s eyes rolling back as Jisung grips his hip with his other hand and fucks into him harshly.
“That’s right, just for me,” Jisung snarls, biting the shell of his ear before licking a stripe up the side, soothing the burn. “Bet you’d let me do anything I want to you. Let me use your pathetic little body till I come.”
Minho nods, unable to form words at this point. Even though he’s already come once, he can feel a second orgasm beginning to build up and he wonders if Jisung is getting close. He’s not sure if he can handle the overstimulation a second time, especially with the growing knot he’s beginning to feel nudging itself at the cleft of his ass. If he were more lucid right now, he’d be more worried about how the knot is going to fit inside him when Jisung’s cock alone is already tearing him apart.
The head of Jisung’s cock bruises his prostate with every thrust and it’s not long till Minho becomes a babbling, whimpering mess. His limbs feel like jelly and he can’t even hold himself up when Jisung finally lets him go, falling down onto the mattress with a soft gasp. Jisung is on him in seconds, pressing his well-toned body against Minho’s back as he moves him up and down the bed with the force of his thrusts.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and take my knot?” Jisung says, voice low in his ear. “Gonna let me breed you like the bitch you are?”
Minho fights through the clouds in his head enough to gasp out a desperate yes, please , which seems to be enough for Jisung to pick up the pace, sitting back on his haunches and fucking into Minho ruthlessly. All Minho can do is lie there and take it, allowing the younger alpha to use his body for pleasure as he whines and moans, spit dripping down his chin, delirious with pleasure. He barely even registers it when Jisung threads his fingers through his hair again, yanking at his scalp in a way that sends jolts of pleasure and pain down his spine. Doesn’t even notice when Jisung uses his fingers to spread his cheeks apart, no doubt fascinated by the way his alpha hole sucks him in so eagerly, like his body was made for Jisung’s cock. It’s not until a pressure begins to force its way through the tight ring of muscle in his ass that he starts to panic, coming back to reality.
“W-wait, no,” Minho gasps out, clawing at the sheets beneath him. Our body isn’t built to take an alpha’s knot, his wolf snarls, body rejecting Jisung’s knot as he begins to tighten up. Slut, you’re such a slut for letting a younger wolf bitch you. Minho whines, struggling against Jisung’s hold as the younger pushes in even harder.
“Thought you said you’d be good for me, hyung ,” Jisung spits out, using the hand in his hair to hold Minho down as he continues his assault on his hole.
Minho whimpers, a tear slipping out as he tries to fight against his instinct to run away.
“I am, please, m’sorry, I— nooo.”
Jisung’s knot finally slips in and Minho screams, bucking back against Jisung and thrashing against the sheets as his body fights the intrusion. Too big, too big, too—
Minho blanks. The screaming and fighting comes to a sudden stop as Jisung’s teeth sink into his neck, biting down on his scent gland and claiming him in every way possible. He doesn't even feel his own orgasm, only shakes with wide eyes against the mattress as cum dribbles out of his cock onto the sheets. In the back of his mind, his wolf preens as the younger alpha releases into him, filling him up with warm cum until he’s all bloated and full. He can hear Jisung moaning in pleasure as he grinds his knot deep inside him, locking them together until the cum takes. Gone is the will to fight, to run away from Jisung as fast as he can; all his wolf wants to do now is submit. Submit to his alpha, who’s just fucked him so good he can’t even think straight. He’s dizzy and everything is fuzzy and hazy and he feels so warm. Minho lets out a sigh of contentment, allowing Jisung to roll them over to their sides so he can wrap his arms around Minho’s waist, cuddling the older man into his chest.
“You were so good for me, baby,” Jisung coos, petting at the swell of his stomach. He must look so pretty, all round and full with his alpha’s come. And the mark—he can’t wait to see his alpha’s mark on his shoulder. Minho closes his eyes, a pleased smile making its way across his lips. “Such a good little alpha …”
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Minho doesn’t fully come back to himself until about three days later. After Jisung bit him, it was all a haze of him begging to be filled and Jisung fucking him raw and knotting him over and over again until he felt bloated with come. At some point, they ran out of strawberry lube, but it didn’t matter, because Minho was so covered in the alpha’s come and his hole was so loose from being used over and over again that they didn’t even need it.
When Jisung’s rut finally wears off, the younger is relentlessly remorseful.
“I’m so sorry, hyung,” the younger wolf says, dropping to his knees before the older male and begging for forgiveness. Gone is the cocky, patronizing alpha that had fucked him into oblivion, now replaced by round cheeks and big, guilty eyes. “I know we didn’t talk about claiming, so I shouldn’t have bitten you like that.”
Minho looks down at him fondly, shifting from his place on the bed to run his fingers through the young alpha’s brown locks. (He’s still not sure if he can walk any time soon, so he doesn’t dare try).
“Jisung-ah, stop beating yourself up about it, you’ve already apoligized, like, ten times,” he says.
“I know, hyung, but it still wasn’t right. I crossed a boundary and I didn’t even ask you if it was what you wanted.”
“No, you didn’t, and yes, it was wrong. But I would have said something beforehand if I didn’t want it.”
Yes, it’s true that in the moment, Minho was powerless to stop the younger alpha from claiming him. But to be honest, Minho has had that talk with everyone he’s ever hooked up with before they even got to the sex part, and he didn’t see the need to do it with Jisung. He’s always known that Jisung is it for him, so it was only a matter of time before he begged the younger alpha to claim him.
“But I just want to make sure that you wanted it too, Sung,” Minho says, trying his best to hide the insecurity in his voice. “I don’t want you to feel like I was tricking you into claiming me.”
Jisung’s eyes widen and he scrambles onto his feet, crawling onto the bed next to Minho so he can take the older’s face in his hands.
“Of course not, hyung, I love you.”
“You say you love me, but do you mean it … like that?” Like the way I love you?
Jisung softens up, brushing his thumbs across Minho’s cheeks.
“Of course, baby. I’ve loved you for a while, hyung. I was just waiting for you to realize that our genders don’t matter, regardless of what I ended up presenting as.” He leans in to press a soft kiss against Minho’s lips. “Also, for the record, even if I presented as an omega, I still would have fucked you stupid.”
Minho rolls his eyes, playfully shoving at the younger. Jisung falls back onto the bed, bringing Minho with him so he’s curled up on his chest. He runs his fingers through the older man’s hair while they talk.
“By the way, what happened to the rest of the kids?” Minho asks, drawing circles with his finger on Jisung’s chest. “The dorm has been suspiciously silent. Did you text them that first night before I woke up?”
Jisung flushes pink. “Well, uh …,” he stutters, suddenly very interested in a spot on Minho’s shoulder. “Seungmin may or may not have walked in on me grinding on you while I was butt naked and I may or may not have growled at him in a very unfriendly way. I think he got the message, because everyone left the dorm right after that. I assume they’re making use of my bed as payment.”
Minho laughs, imagining the traumatized look that must have been on Seungmin’s face when he walked in on them. He’ll have to bake him cookies as an apology.
“Did you know at all?”
Jisung turns to look at him.
“Know what?”
“That you’d present as an alpha? I mean, no offense, but you always played so well into the omega stereotypes.”
Jisung furrows his brows. “I wasn’t playing into anything, hyung, that’s just who I am. Society is the one who forces all of those stereotypes on us.”
Minho nods, understanding the younger’s words all too well. He’s been subject to years of hurtful alpha stereotypes himself.
“Besides,” Jisung grins, tilting Minho’s chin upwards so they’re face-to-face. “Who says I can’t be cute and still wanna fuck your brains out?”
Before Minho can reply, Jisung surges forward, capturing Minho’s lips in his own. Minho just smiles, leaning into the kiss. Not like he was gonna argue anyway …