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Minding your own business seems to be a talent few people possess, and Minho is intimately familiar with having other people's unwanted opinions shoved down his throat simply for existing outside of the norm that is an omega. Because people always seem to have things to say about the way Minho lives his life, about the choices he makes, what he does, and consequently, what he doesn’t do; namely have sex. And whenever the subject is brought up their reactions are always the same, predictable.
Minho wants to have sex. Understandable.
Minho doesn’t feel the need to have sex. Questionable.
Minho has never had sex. Absurd.
Sure, he’s participated in make-out sessions, heavy petting, and half-assed grinding, but never once has he gone all the way. And personally, he doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal, why his sex life — or lack thereof — is anybody’s business but his own.
But he’s always had thicker skin, possessed the ability to brush it off, be nobody else but himself. So even when his friends in high school started making bets on who would lose their virginity first, when his doctor started discussing the alternative of sharing his heats with someone else to lessen the burden, when his ex-boyfriend was angry because Minho wouldn’t get down on his hands and knees and let himself be fucked, Minho still didn’t let it change his mind.
He wants to have sex, he does, he just hasn’t found the person he wants to do it with yet. Or something.
Seungmin says it’s because he’s stubborn, his other friends say it’s because he’s got high standards, and his therapist says it’s because he doesn’t deal well with vulnerability — whatever that’s supposed to mean.
The more Minho thinks it over however, maybe there’s some truth to what they say, so now at 24 years old he’s decided it’s time. Toning down his stubbornness and giving in, he’s going to find someone who clears his impossibly high standards, someone he feels okay to be vulnerable with.
A big motivation to this decision was Seungmin, Minho's oldest friend, getting himself a boyfriend. So now that Minho is the only one in their little friend group who isn’t getting dicked down on the regular, he’s finally decided that it's time to have sex.
And so his search for the perfect candidate starts, and while it’s easy to find the ones he doesn’t want to lose his virginity to, it’s a lot harder to find the ones who come even remotely close to getting a chance.
And Minho isn’t picky. Really. He isn’t. It’s just that he’s going to have a dick up his ass, inside of him, and Minho has a great ass so it’s a privilege really, and anyone who doesn’t think so is not worthy and immediately gets crossed off the list.
Not that there is a list or anything, because for there to even be a list there needs to be more than one thing on it. The big bold letters of ‘Han Jisung’ make it look like a name tag instead. Minho calls it a hitlist.
“Why have you picked Jisung of all people?” Seungmin asks, sounding pained and like Minho’s preferred candidate is the worst one out there. And Minho can’t give him an answer.
After all, when it comes to things like secondary genders he’s never been picky and has been intimate with alphas, betas, and omegas alike, which is why Jisung being an alpha has nothing to do with it. Minho has also never been close enough for the necessary amount of time to get a good whiff of Jisung’s scent, which means that couldn’t have factored in either.
Maybe it’s because of that one time that he gave Minho his umbrella when it was raining.
The first drop had splashed against the pavement and only a few seconds later not a single piece of ground remained dry. As fortune would have it, Minho had lost his umbrella a few days prior and had also not read the weather forecast. It appeared that Jisung was a more prepared person — or maybe he simply checked the weather forecast every day like a weirdo — and had brought an umbrella with him.
Jisung hadn’t said anything when he pushed the umbrella into Minho’s hands other than a quiet, “you can have it.”
The way he then glared at Minho's fingers when he grabbed the umbrella made Minho want to give it back, but he was too stunned to move and instead of returning it, he watched Jisung’s back as he stepped away, T-shirt quickly growing wet and weighty as he ran out into the rain. The backpack Jisung held over his head to keep himself dry did little to help and honestly, Minho had found the entire thing to be pretty stupid; stupidly heroic and stupidly selfless.
And Minho wanted him.
“I don’t know,” he answers somewhat truthfully. Because for the most part Minho doesn’t know why he decided on Jisung out of all the people who, according to Hyunjin — who can’t quite wiggle his eyebrows correctly but possesses plenty of spirit to make up for it — are lining up to fuck him.
Minho has yet to see the line, but if there is one, then Jisung certainly isn’t standing in it. But he’s always been determined, stubborn, one-track minded, and since Jisung’s name is on the hitlist he’s not going to back out until he’s tried.
So with no other choice he goes for the questionable option that is a rumored fuckboy who prefers sweet, soft, pretty, and petite omegas. And while it isn’t not Minho, it’s also not really Minho. Because while Minho isn’t necessarily tall and broad, he’s pretty sure he’s taller and broader than Jisung. And when it comes to Minho’s appearance, both clothes and makeup have never been something he’s paid attention to.
It’s not exactly the smartest or easiest choice when it comes to who he wants to lose his virginity to, but Minho’s already made his decision. He’s decided on Jisung and he refuses to back out now.
According to rumors, Jisung’s also known for breaking hearts and whatnot, but that’s the least of his worries. After all, Minho doesn’t need love or cuddles, just a dick up his ass and hopefully more than one orgasm out of it.
He would also like to point out however, that he didn’t know all that much about Jisung when he told his friends he’d made his decision, and now it’d just be embarrassing to back out simply because he isn’t Jisung’s type.
‘You’re stupidly stubborn,’ Seungmin has told him many times before and while Minho would never admit it to Seungmin’s face, during situations like these he can’t help but agree.
Seriously though, how hard can it be? All he needs to do is switch up his character a little, dress differently, and maybe speak a little cuter. Piece of cake.
Thankfully Minho gets a little bit of help from Felix who dolls him up with pink, flushed cheeks, glittery eyelids, and plump, strawberry lips. Minho doesn’t think he’s ever looked so pretty, or soft looking, and he definitely thinks it’s the pink on his cheeks that distracts from his harder features.
In some angles however, Minho can't help but think he looks ridiculous, like an imposter, but Felix just coos at him and calls him beautiful. The red on his ears is embarrassingly enough not caused by any makeup.
Then Hyunjin puts Minho in a pretty outfit with pastel colors and flowy material. By the end of the night he’s dressed in a silk blouse that softens his shoulders and a skirt, a fucking skirt.
Sure, it’s pretty and Minho feels oddly confident with the way it shows off his thighs, but still, one wrong move and he’ll accidentally flash everyone his ass.
“I think you look hot,” Felix says and next to him, Hyunjin nods proudly.
“I immediately knew I needed an outfit that would show off your thighs, and a baby pink skirt really gives off the sweet and cutesy vibe that Jisung should be into.”
Minho holds the skirt's hem between his fingers, tracing the stitches before letting it go and watching the fabric fall back into perfect pleats.
“I’m gonna flash my ass,” he says and Hyunjin snorts.
“It’s called easy access,” Felix defends. “Besides, it’s not like you’re planning on bending over for anyone other than Jisung, right? So why does it matter?”
Minho huffs and pouts. “I refuse to bend over for any man.”
Felix and Hyunjin make eye contact and all three of them know he’s lying.
Ass-flashing aside, it does seem very practical, and after a video call with Seungmin who gives him a very dry and slightly embarrassing pep talk, Minho is able to walk into the frat house with confident steps.
On their walk over he’d even made sure to practice his fake voice to make it sound more natural. Talking in a sweeter cadence, words flowing smoother in a way that imitated grace, but also turning it into something shyer, hoping he’d come across as cuter than he actually is.
“I think you’re plenty cute,” Felix had told him and in turn, Minho had scoffed. “Honest! You don’t have to change yourself in any way. You’re extremely likable as is.”
“Especially with a skirt on,” Hyunjin had stated, once again showing how proud he was of the outfit he had chosen for Minho.
And while Felix and Hyunjin probably aren’t right about the cute part, Minho quickly comes to realize that practicing his speech and changing his tone of voice is useless. Because he’s shy enough as it is — heart fluttering frantically in his chest when he spots Jisung a bit away — and there’s no way he’ll be able to keep up any sort of facade. He’ll have enough on his plate simply trying not to make a fool out of himself. Hopefully he doesn’t go tongue-tied, hopefully he doesn’t stutter, and hopefully the makeup will be able to cover his flushed face.
Jisung is currently on the other side of the room, occupying one of the sofas as he chats and laughs with his friends and other acquaintances. During a particularly funny segment, he throws his head back, showing off his long neck.
Minho imagines running his tongue along the protruding vein, sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh. Even his scent changes into something longing and next to him, Hyunjin snickers. Before Minho can shoot him his nastiest glare however, Hyunjin distracts him by putting a drink in his hand.
“For courage,” he says.
“And good luck,” Felix chimes in, moving to rest his chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder, arms around his waist.
Minho squints his eyes. “Already?” He asks and before he receives an answer he starts chugging the contents of the can. Felix nods, making Hyunjin grimace in pain as the chin digs deeper into his shoulder.
“No use dragging it out,” he says. “Besides, with all the cuties keeping an eye on Jisung, I think you’re going to have to spend a few minutes fighting for a spot on the couch.”
Minho looks to the side, once again taking in Jisung’s animated form as he talks. And Felix is right, there are a few people around, not a part of the conversation but observing instead. Standing close by, hanging over the backrest, or even sitting on the couch leaning into Jisung’s personal space.
Minho knows they aren’t a part of the conversation though, because not once do they add to the discussion, and not once does Jisung look their way. Minho can only hope it won’t end the same for him.
“Remember,” Hyunjin says. “Confidence is sexy and free drinks are even more so.” He rummages through the plastic bag hanging over his arm. “This is the fancy beer, so offer him one.”
“This is very cheap beer,” Minho states as he inspects the label.
“Alright, fancier beer. We can’t afford more expensive alcohol. Also, remember how I just said that free drinks are sexy? He’s not gonna look at the label, just lie and tell him it’s expensive.”
Mid-conversation Felix grabs the bottle from Minho's hands, and when he returns it the label is different. Minho peels at one of the edges and sees the original one covered underneath. He raises an eyebrow at Felix.
“What? I bought the sticker on eBay. They even let you customize it and everything.”
“I’m a little impressed,” Minho admits and Felix beams, unhooks his arms from Hyunjin’s torso, and wraps them around Minho's shoulders instead. When Felix speaks the voice sounds directly in Minho’s ear.
“As you should be,” Felix teases, then he pulls back to look Minho in the face. “But also, this is your first time and I want to make it as easy and comfortable for you as possible.”
At the words, Minho feels his eyes soften.
“You two are adorable,” he says and Felix’s smile brightens. Hyunjin scoffs something, sounding embarrassed, before he peels Felix off Minho's body and starts shooing Minho away.
“Okay, off you go.”
“Get that dick!” Felix hollers from beside him and Minho cringes at the volume.
“If you don’t hear from me by the end of tomorrow, expect me to be dead in a ditch,” he says before he drowns the rest of his drink and disposes of the can in Hyunjin’s plastic bag. Smacking his lips he tastes the remnants of something fruity on his tongue.
Walking toward Jisung feels alright, his steps are steady and his posture feels confident. But then he approaches the seating area and has to slow down. There’s not a lot of free space and hovering by the side is just going to look awkward. But luck seems to be on his side tonight because the person seated next to Jisung seems to grow bored, and when they’ve finally had enough they stand up, walking away. Before anyone else can take the seat Minho sweeps in, plopping down on the itchy and warm couch cushion.
As he sits, the seat sinks down and Jisung turns to look at him. Minho stares back, eyes wide and feeling guilty for some reason. He hopes this seat wasn’t reserved for friends only or something, or that the person that just left had actually gotten permission first.
For a brief moment Minho allows his eyes to stray from Jisung’s piercing ones and eyes the half-empty bottle on the table. Then he returns them to Jisung and gives a shy smile. Time to test Hyunjin’s theory.
“Your drink is almost empty,” he states, fluttering his eyelashes and letting Jisung eye the drink as well. Then Minho presents the fancy cheap bottle of beer, discreetly trying to show off the fake label. “Want mine?”
The corner of Jisung’s mouth tugs into a smile and Minho breathes a sigh of relief at having been accepted.
“Sure,” Jisung answers, taking the bottle and reading the label. “I’ve actually started growing tired of the diluted and cheap shit that Chan buys.
“Hey, buy it yourself then,” Most-Likely-Chan responds. “I don’t drink so how am I supposed to know what tastes good,” he mutters and the broad man next to him pats his shoulder and smacks a kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t worry, I like the cheap stuff,” he says, a teasing grin on his face.
Jisung seems to be intent on ignoring them as he takes the fork laying sprawled across the table and hooks it under the capsule. When the cap pops off, Minho claps his hands impressed and Jisung gifts him a wink. Then he takes a sip of the beer and Minho keeps his fingers crossed, hoping he won’t comment on the taste.
Turns out he doesn’t need to worry, though.
“Wow, this is really good,” Jisung says and despite himself, Minho lets out an obnoxious snort, for some reason finding it hilarious that Jisung can’t tell the difference between shitty and fancy beer. Even after he so loudly stated detesting the cheaper kind.
Then he catches himself and discreetly coughs into his hand when Jisung stares at him, eyes wide. And Minho doesn’t think he’s making a very good impression anymore.
“What’s so funny?” Jisung quirks an eyebrow and Minho pats down the front of his skirt just to have something to do, gaze wandering to the fork before looking back at Jisung. He catches the fleeting second that Jisung’s eyes roam over his naked thighs, a few short blinks before they’re back on Minho's face.
“Oh no, nothing?” Hopefully if Minho blinks his eyes enough times he can hypnotize Jisung into thinking he never laughed in the first place. Jisung doesn't probe any further and perhaps Minho should consider working as a hypnotist, or maybe Jisung just doesn’t care anymore.
“Your turn,” he says instead and Minho looks at the bottle confused for a second. “I thought we were sharing?” Jisung clarifies and Minho hates how he feels touched by that. After all, when he offered the drink he meant to give Jisung all of it.
After the first gulp Minho has to pull away though, face twisting into a grimace. Jisung is right, cheap beer tastes awful.
“Not to your liking?” Jisung chuckles, something smug about it, and Minho has to shake his head.
Hyunjin’s plan — and Felix’s help executing it — works its magic and to Minho’s surprise, Jisung doesn’t engage in any more conversations with his friends, instead seeming more than happy to indulge Minho who laughs at all of his jokes, perhaps a little too enthusiastically sometimes. Jisung eats it all up though, hands gesturing wildly in the air as he talks. When he brings them back down again, one of his hands falls to rest on Minho’s thigh instead of on the couch.
Minho startles at the contact, the rings on Jisung’s fingers cool to the touch — or maybe it’s Minho who’s burning up. He tries to keep his breathing even and hopes the makeup on his face covers most of the blush that seems intent on spreading.
Something Minho can’t seem to control however, is his scent. And to both his and Jisung’s surprise, it spills out for a second, heady and sweet, before Minho manages to gather his bearings and reel it back in again. But the damage has already been done and Jisung’s grip on his thigh hardens. Automatically the muscles in Minho's thighs tense up. They’ve always been pretty sensitive and the rough edges of Jisung’s rings, contrasting the warmth of his hands and the calluses on his fingers, make Minho’s head spin.
Jisung leans in closer as well, almost chasing the lingering scent in the air closest to Minho. In turn, Minho flutters his eyes, bites his lower lip, and in a test of sorts he lets his scent spike again.
When Jisung breathes in, his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare. Something dark reflects in his eyes and he wets his lips, humming deep in his throat and every single hair on Minho's body stands on edge. Energy buzzing in his veins and fingers itching to move.
“Minho,” Jisung starts.
“I’m older than you,” Minho corrects simply for the sake of having something to say, to stall. Suddenly things have turned serious and he needs to take a deep breath and calm himself down before he can venture further. He receives a look of disbelief and for a second wonders if he ruined the moment.
“Hyung.” The look in Jisung’s eyes is teasing now and Minho almost regrets pointing it out. “Tell me something about yourself.” The hand on his thigh is gently stroking up and down now, coming dangerously close to the edge of the skirt on every other upstroke — fingers so close but never quite daring to touch the skin hidden underneath.
“I just did?” Minho can’t help but tease.
Even though Jisung rolls his eyes, he looks awfully fond. “Your age doesn’t count.” The hand stops high on his thigh and squeezes once before moving back down again.
“I never told you my age, though.” Minho laughs and this time Jisung pouts, which is all kinds of unfair because who gave him the right to be so cute?
“Come on, anything. I’ve been doing most of the talking up till now.” He shakes Minho’s leg petulantly, making Minho sway from side to side as well.
And maybe Jisung has a point, but Minho has always been more comfortable listening and right now he doesn’t even know what to say; what would appeal to Jisung and what would make him turn away.
Minho bites down on his lip nervously, running different scenarios over in his head. He releases his lip and takes a deep breath before he speaks.
“I uhm, I like dancing,” he says, hoping that’s cute enough for Jisung.
“I see.” Jisung nods. “That makes sense.”
Minho quirks an eyebrow. “What makes sense?”
“Oh, you know.” Jisung’s eyes flutter down to his bare thighs, thumb tracing a small circle along the inner side. “Figured you did some sort of activity. Muscles usually don’t build themselves, you know?”
Minho gulps, pride blooming in his chest. It seems like Hyunjin had been right and showing off his thighs was a good move. He’s never necessarily disliked them but never has he really liked them either. They’re just there, a part of him. And sure, it’s great strength when he spends hours in the dance studio, but at the same time he can’t help the way he sometimes compares himself to Hyunjin or Felix, with thighs full of muscle and strength but in a more graceful, elegant way.
After having chatted with Jisung for the majority of the night — even daring to squeeze in a compliment or two — Minho grows more and more certain that his attraction isn’t one-sided.
He’s long since stopped trying to keep his scent in check and Jisung doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, Minho would say he likes it; the way he leans closer, eyes roaming down Minho's neck from time to time, his hand never once straying too far from its new spot on Minho’s leg.
He still tries to keep it fairly light though, teasing, and would prefer it if Jisung is the only one smelling his lustful scent. It's slowly starting to grow stronger though, and Minho never quite manages to stop it from turning into thick, syrupy sweetness whenever Jisung eyes his exposed thighs or lets his fingers idly play with the hem of his skirt. Liking his lips every time Minho’s scent flares.
By the end of the night, Jisung throws an arm around his shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of Minho's blouse. Fingertips gently grazing against the heated skin of his neck, over his scent gland, making him shiver.
A smug smirk tugs at Jisung’s lips when he makes his own scent match Minho’s in intensity. And when Minho freezes up, takes a deep breath, and sways to the side, Jisung brings the hand down to wrap around his waist instead.
Minho takes it as an invitation and leans into him, breathing in more of his mouth-watering scent. He even lets his hand rest on Jisung’s knee, strokes up to his mid-thigh and gives it a squeeze. Giving Jisung a taste of his own medicine.
The clock keeps ticking and since Jisung seems content with simply spending his time talking to Minho, Minho’s forced to make the first move.
A small part of him is scared that if he waits any longer Jisung will get whisked away by one of the other omegas hanging close by, watching them like hawks, waiting for Minho to slip up so that they can step in. Since it’s close to midnight, Minho’s also worried Jisung is going to grow bored and go to bed as well. Because even though the only one Jisung seems to have eyes and hands for is him, insecurity has always been a familiar feeling to Minho. And even though Jisung seems very interested in him right now, Minho can’t know for certain that it’ll stay that way.
With sweaty hands and unsteady fingers, he lets his pointer and middle finger slowly crawl up Jisung’s leg. Before he can get too far though, Jisung grabs his hand.
“That’s a dangerous game you're playing,” he whispers, mouth suddenly very close to Minho's ear, breath ghosting over his neck. Goosebumps break out and slowly Minho turns his head, looking up at Jisung through his fluttering lashes. He licks his lips.
“That’s too bad,” Minho says. “And here I was hoping you’d play with me.” The words roll off his tongue smoothly, but the intent behind them makes him burn and even the foundation can’t help him now.
Jisung’s eyes widen a little and Minho moves away, slipping out of the hold Jisung has around his waist. Before he can get too far however, Jisung takes the bait and pulls him right back in again, pressed against his side.
“Oh? Does kitty want to play?”
Minho's breath catches in his throat and he gives a few violent coughs at the nickname. Well. That was uncalled for.
Jisung smirks at his reaction and Minho forgets his character for a second as he glares.
“Call me that again and I’ll bite your tongue off,” he says and Jisung’s smirk only seems to grow broader.
“Kinky.”
This time Minho can’t help the way his own mouth twitches into some inkling of a smile.
“Wanna see my room?” Jisung suddenly asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Your room?” Minho snorts and in turn, Jisung rolls his eyes.
“My bed then. I promise it’s comfortable.”
“Is that so?” Minho hums in thought, pretending to think it over even though he’s already made a decision. “I guess I can check it out, since you insist.”
Jisung gives a jerky nod before he’s on his feet, pulling Minho up with him, and starts making his way toward the stairs. And even though this will be Minho’s first time, he feels unexpectedly at ease. He doesn’t know if it’s Jisung’s pretty smile, his comforting scent, or the way he’s obviously charmed by Minho; eagerly dragging him to the upper floor where his room is.
The second they enter Jisung’s room, Minho is pushed up against the door and Jisung presses his nose deep into his scent gland.
“You smell heavenly,” he mutters and Minho’s knees almost give out underneath him, thankful for Jisung’s arms holding him up. The blatant desire expressed by both Jisung’s words and actions make his head spin. So does the change in mood and the switch in Jisung’s scent that’s drowning them now.
Minho tries to not be embarrassed by the way the scent of his slick is starting to permeate the air, because Jisung groans low in his throat and grabs his ass appreciatively. But even without a mirror Minho can tell his face is a dark shade of red, his ears burning. But he can’t help it, it’s his first time and he’s nervous, okay? A little embarrassed as well from the way Jisung keeps fondling his ass, seeming very happy about his rose complexion.
“You’re so pretty” he breathes against Minho's ear and the full body shiver is entirely Jisung’s fault. So are the goosebumps breaking out over the length of his neck and the stuttering breath he lets out at the words. Minho feels the smile Jisung kisses into his skin. “Such a lovely color.” Another kiss, lips ghosting over Minho's jaw. “Makes me want to devour you.” Jisung licks his lips before he finally kisses Minho square on his mouth, making his lips part slightly to let out a soft sound.
Everything else that follows feels amazing, even though Minho is pretty much in a daze as Jisung practically carries him to bed.
If Minho had to pick only one word to describe his first time it would be perfect. Which might be cheesy and embarrassing, and Minho would deny thinking it even with a gun pointed at his head. But really. It’s perfect.
After Jisung has placed him down on the bed, he starts untying Minho’s shoelaces, tugging off the shoes before lastly pulling his socks off. Then Jisung finally crawls into bed himself, kicking his own shoes off in the process, and Minho giggles as he watches one of them fly off and hit the wall.
Jisung quickly shuts him up though, Minho’s laugh getting muffled by his mouth. This time Jisung isn’t shy about going further and his hands slide up Minho's skirt, thumbs digging into his sides before he removes them and untucks the silky blouse.
It’s approaching unfamiliar territory when Jisung starts unbuttoning it, and Minho is treading unknown waters when the blouse gets pushed off his shoulders and he’s left in only the skirt and his underwear. Jisung however, seems very familiar with it all and even though it’s a little nerve-racking, it’s easy to lean into Jisung’s guiding hands, letting himself be pulled out further, deeper, and he lets the water swallow him.
Jisung’s breath is hot when he moves down to kiss along Minho's throat, and Minho tilts his head to the side in invitation, giving Jisung more access.
He moans softly when Jisung thumbs at a nipple and gives a small whine when he pinches it. Then the hands go back to rest on his thighs, under the skirt, playing with his underwear.
“You couldn’t have chosen something sexier than boxers?” Jisung asks, sitting between Minho's legs and arching one of his brows in a teasing manner. Minho simply laughs in reply, already feeling breathless. And his breathing continues to come out hotter and faster when Jisung hooks his fingers into the waistband, heart thumping loudly in his chest.
Minho lets his head fall back onto the pillow and closes his eyes, takes one deep breath before he lifts his hips and lets Jisung take them off.
“Fuck, your pretty,” Jisung breathes and something about the sound of his voice, the volume, makes Minho believe it wasn’t meant for him to hear. Either way, he can’t help but giggle.
“Thank you,” he mumbles, feeling the praise wash over him in gentle waves. “I’d say it back, but you have yet to take anything off.” It’s teasing, but also a silent request and Jisung wastes no time by tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it away. Before Minho can hear it land on the floor, Jisung’s hands return to his body.
“You can compliment me now,” Jisung tells him, slowly lowering his head — closer, closer to Minho's dick — breath fanning the inside of his thighs, and he has the urge to close them.
He doesn’t though, instead he relaxes and lets them part further in invitation. An invitation Jisung doesn’t hesitate to accept and instead of a compliment, a low moan leaves Minho’s lips. He doesn’t think Jisung minds though, especially with the way he sucks harder at the sensitive skin, letting his teeth sink in and leave a mark.
Minho’s thigh twitches and he gasps out a variation of Jisung’s name, one hand grabbing the pillow by his head as Jisung sucks more marks into his sensitive thighs. Minho is leaking so much it’s embarrassing, already so worked up from something so small.
Jisung however, seems to enjoy Minho’s responsive reactions and hums against the skin, bites down harder and Minho's leg twitches again. When his lips reach Minho’s knee he switches to the other leg and works his way up this time.
It feels like Jisung spends forever between his thighs, taking his time and ignoring Minho’s hard dick. But then, all too soon, it ends and Jisung sits up to get a better look at Minho’s thighs. A sense of accomplishment fills the air, his eyes are shining and his scent is burning.
Minho can’t seem to get enough.
Then his eyes flicker to Minho's face, who probably looks dazed and embarrassingly affected by it all.
“Can I eat you out?” Jisung asks and Minho chokes on his saliva, face growing warmer and scent turning sweeter.
It’s almost nauseating, the way his cloying scent embraces them, filling every corner of the room. When it reaches Jisung’s nose however, he doesn’t seem to share Minho’s sentiment and licks his lips in hunger, eyes burning, looking like he wants to eat Minho whole.
With a shy nod Minho consents and back between his legs Jisung returns. His hands push up against the underside of Minho’s thighs and then spreads them apart, making it so that he is laid completely bare with nothing to hide. He feels so vulnerable like this, eyes unable to remain open as Jisung’s breath hits him again. But unexpectedly, Minho doesn’t mind feeling vulnerable. At least not right now. Not like this when Jisung seems to enjoy it all so much. At the back of his mind, Minho wonders if he should talk to his therapist about this. Tell her that, hah! He is great with vulnerability apparently.
Then thoughts leak out of his ears as Jisung finally dives in.
It starts with a gentle kiss and Minho melts into the mattress; legs parting further as a sigh falls out of his slick and raw-bitten lips. When Jisung adds his tongue Minho's body goes taut again, and this time the sound that leaves his mouth is a filthy moan instead. It’s hot and wet, and when Jisung starts sucking at his rim Minho’s burning up.
Jisung continues to lick and suck, mouth and tongue only growing more and more insistent. It’s as if he’s trying to lick up every drop of slick Minho produces, all the while moaning at the taste like he’s the one being serviced and not Minho. It all only serves in making him even more turned on. Minho's legs are shaking and he has a hand over his mouth that he bites into, hoping to conceal the more vulgar moans.
Jisung pulls back the tiniest amount, turning his head to lay a wet kiss over a morbid-looking mark. When Minho looks down at him most of Jisungs face is obscured by the skirt he’s still wearing, but Jisung’s eyes peek over the fabric and they’re blown wide with something ravenous.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he states, voice raspy and low, making a shiver run up Minho’s spine.
He laughs something breathless in turn. “You,- you’re really good with that tongue,” Minho pants, voice unsteady, and finally he manages to get his compliment out.
Jisung snorts. “Oh baby, I’m only getting started.” Then he starts up right where he left off and Minho's eyes roll back, gasping for oxygen as another slew of moans slip past his lips. And like before he keeps one hand over his mouth and the other is left to clutch at the pillow.
This time Jisung doesn’t hesitate to press his tongue inside, the wet muscle wiggling around, moving in and out as he fucks into Minho. Every time trying to go further, press in deeper. Minho gasps wetly and Jisung groans against him, the vibration working up his spine.
It doesn’t take a lot more effort on Jisung’s part for Minho to fall apart, and when he cums he has his head thrown back, back arched, and a weak whimper caught in his throat. All the while Jisung helps him through it, humming and licking until Minho's legs stop shaking and his back relaxes back into the mattress.
He’s breathing heavily and watches with lidded eyes as Jisung pulls back, wipes his mouth with a hand, and then licks the slick right back up. The visual is a little too much for Minho's scrambled brain and he closes his eyes with a soft groan.
“You okay there?” Jisung teases, laughter tracing his tone.
The mattress dips on either side of Minho's waist as Jisung leans over him. Before he can open his eyes, Jisung has his lips pressed against his mouth and Minho sighs at the feeling, letting his arms blindly reach up to pull Jisung closer.
His lips are sticky with slick and Minho wastes no time liking it up, humming at the taste of himself.
“I’m fine,” he whispers, lips moving against Jisung’s as he speaks.
“You sure?” Jisung asks and pulls away.
This time Minho manages to open his eyes and is met with a grin on Jisung’s face, an eyebrow raised in inquiry. He looks awfully smug and for some reason that irks Minho.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just,- just give me a minute, okay?”
Jisung laughs and leans down to kiss him again.
“That can be arranged,” he says.
Minho doesn’t get very much time to recuperate however, because before long one of Jisung’s hands travels down his body, over the wet patch formed on the front of the skirt, before moving to circle his rim with a finger.
“You ready for round two, baby?” Jisung asks with a smirk on his face and Minho petulantly nods.
“Yes, go ahead. Do whatever you want, I can take it,” he says back, confidence he doesn’t actually possess filling his voice.
“Oh, how kind,” Jisung mutters. He moves his other hand to flip the skirt up and on instinct, Minho tries to close his legs. He doesn’t get very far with Jisung sitting between them, however. Jisung gives him a look and out of either obedience or confidence, Minho lets his legs fall back against the mattress again. “Letting me do whatever I want with you?” Jisung muses. “Now that’s a treat.”
Minho falls apart a second time that night with his dick resting on Jisung’s tongue and hips fucking themselves on Jisung’s fingers.
Jisung doesn’t manage to take Minho's entire dick into his mouth but makes up for it plenty with his deft tongue and dexterous hands. One hand working over his shaft and the other stuffed three fingers deep as he opens Minho up and massages his prostate. All the while whines and whimpers fill the air as Minho shakes in sensitivity, and his second orgasm crashes through him like a violent wave. He’s left winded and dizzy, limbs feeling like lead and throat raw.
Jisung makes sure to swallow it all before he plops the fingers into his mouth to clean them up as well.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Minho grumbles, but he’s actually not that upset because honestly, death by orgasm doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.
Jisung hums in response, and when he deems his fingers clean enough he moves up to kiss Minho’s stomach and chest, sucking marks and leaving small bites all over. He’s also whispering sleazy pillow talk against Minho's skin, and maybe he slips in some sweet praise between the dirty words as well.
Minho’s a little embarrassed over how much he likes Jisung’s lewd tongue, whether it’s whispering stupid words or turning Minho’s brain stupid with its performance.
A small part of Minho feels guilty though, because while he’s received two mind-blowing orgasms Jisung hasn’t revived a single one. And he would love to return the favor. Really. Except he already feels fucked out and overwhelmed, legs shaking and breaths coming out as whines. His only solace is in the way Jisung doesn’t seem to mind and instead seems very pleased with every moan and whimper he manages to pull out of Minho.
“Can you hurry up and fuck me now?” Minho asks when Jisung once again starts pressing kisses to his lips. And while they are appreciated, Minho is also worried he’s going to pass out before he gets a dick inside of him if they drag this out any longer.
Jisung chuckles. “Needy.”
In turn Minho groans. But he doesn’t need to huff and puff for long, because soon enough Jisung pulls back and unbuttons his pants with no intention of taking them off.
“You’re leaving your pants on?” Minho asks but doesn't show any sign of displeasure as he claps his hands over the back of Jisung’s neck and pulls him down toward himself.
Jisung chuckles. “Seeing as you get to keep your skirt on, I think it’s only fair that I get to keep my pants as well.”
Minho snorts. So the skirt stays on even during sex then.
“You're the one who wants it to stay on, though?” He points out and Jisung shushes him.
“Don’t worry so much about the details,” he says and Minho rolls his eyes.
“Don’t shush me again.” He snaps back with a little more bite than intended and Jisung pulls back. He looks startled and gives Minho a few fast blinks before his face turns into something bashful.
“Or you’ll bite my tongue off?” He chuckles and Minho can’t keep his own smile off his face.
“You listen so well, don’t you?” Minho says. “Shush me again and I’ll bite your tongue off.” For emphasis, he makes sure to bite the air; teeth clacking together when his jaw snaps shut.
“Kinky,” Jisung repeats and Minho leans up to kiss his pretty lips.
Jisung keeps condoms and lube close by, and while the condom is very much necessary the lube is less so. The inside of Minho's thighs are sticky and wet, and Minho is moderately mortified by the amount of slick he’s producing. Jisung pays it no mind however, and after he’s rolled the condom on he makes sure to lube himself up as well.
“Just in case,” he says at Minho's arched eyebrow, and Minho ignores the way his body warms at the thoughtfulness.
When Jisung finally presses his dick inside, Minho throws his head back, a lewd sound punched out of him. He feels full in the best way possible and Jisung’s warmth spreads through every cell in Minho's body as he leans over him.
Sweaty hair slicked back and arms on either side of Minho's face, Jisung grins pleased with himself, most likely from the way Minho is clenching around him, slick leaking and scent spiking into something nauseatingly sweet.
“Fuck,” Minho breathes out, chuckles breathlessly, and lets his head fall limp to the side as his eyes close.
He feels good but also very overwhelmed, the stretch of Jisung’s dick giving a painful sting. He can even feel the tickle of tears building in the corner of his eyes. The fact that he’s already cum twice now, body simultaneously feeling exhausted and like a live wire, all his nerve endings sparking, makes him feel so much more as well.
“Hey,” Jisung asks, his voice suddenly so soft. “Are you okay?”
Minho nods, and when he opens his eyes again one stray tear falls. Jisung's face looks softer as his scent turns into something comforting, the grin gone. He looks worried and now Minho feels a little guilty.
It’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever had anything inside of him, Minho is actually very intimately familiar with his fingers, knows exactly how to push and prod to make himself see stars. But Jisung’s dick reaches deeper than his fingers ever could.
Minho’s also in a close relationship with the purple dildo that lives in his bedside drawer, sharing the space with a bottle of well-loved lube and his stash of dark chocolate. But the dildo doesn’t possess as much girth as Jisung does.
“You’re just,-“ Minho giggles breathlessly, a little strained. Jisung wipes the tear away and Minho is even more mortified when his scent turns sweeter at the action. Jisung hums for him to continue and Minho pushes on. “You’re bigger than I expected.” He pouts and the admittance feels embarrassing for some reason.
“I guess I should be flattered?” Jisung asks and Minho snorts.
“Not really. I’m in a little bit of pain, to be honest.” It’s meant to be teasing but Jisung’s expression turns into something guilty and Minho tries to make it better by uttering even more embarrassing words. “Will you kiss me until I get used to it?”
Jisung’s lips are comforting and Minho quickly starts moving on his own, grinding his hips and clawing at Jisung’s back, suddenly desperate for so much more. Jisung chuckles and in turn, Minho burns. But even so, he doesn’t cease his attempts at getting Jisung to start fucking him.
“Needy,” Jisung mutters once more, and Minho whines.
“I wouldn’t be if you started moving already.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, you sure it’s fine to move now baby?” A shiver travels through Minho’s body at the nickname, hating how much he likes the sound of being called Jisung’s baby.
“Yes, move,” Minho says, trying to sound demanding, but instead his voice comes out in a desperate plea.
“What’s the magic word?” Jisung teases and even though Minho bristles and bites at Jisung’s lower lip in retaliation, he gives in embarrassingly quickly.
“Please.” He pants “Pretty please?” He sounds even more breathless now, but Minho can’t bring himself to care because Jisung smiles against his lips before finally moving his hips.
Instantly, Minho grows louder, moaning high in his throat and sighing softly as Jisung moves in a way that clearly shows his experience. Minho’s skin is wet and so is his breathing. It’s hot and sticky where their hips meet, and from the way that they’re both sweating, it should feel disgusting. But Minho can’t find it in him to care, because Jisung is warm and his hands are burning, and every time he snaps his hips just so, Minho sinks deeper and deeper into the mattress, into his head. Sinking under water.
It almost feels like he’s drowning, head buzzing and breath stuck in his throat.
When Minho cums, it’s after an embarrassingly short amount of time, mind going blank and nerves lighting on fire. He returns to somewhat coherent thoughts when Jisung starts to pull out, and uses the remaining strength in his thighs to keep them locked together. Thankfully, Jisung seems to get the memo and starts fucking into Minho again, this time with the sole purpose of reaching his own high.
The feeling is intense in a way that makes Minho’s eyes water and he bites Jisung’s shoulder in an attempt to muffle his whimpers, hiding his face as tears stain his cheeks. Almost immediately — as soon as his teeth have sunk as far as they can go — Jisung cums.
Minho whines as his body shakes against Jisung’s in oversensitivity, feeling like every cell in his body is on fire. But when Jisung moans through his own orgasm, hips twitching and face twisting in pleasure, Minho allows himself to feel smug about being the one to cause it. He sounds unexpectedly sweet and his face is so pretty Minho wants to watch him cum again, and again, and again. Sadly his body protests from something as measly as lifting his arm and pushing his bangs away from his eyes, so the thought will have to remain as only a fantasy.
Afterward, Minho doesn’t even move a single finger as he lets Jisung clean him up. All the while he mutters small encouragements and ‘thank you's that make Jisung chuckle and kiss his lips. It’s sweet and doesn’t feel like the normal type of kisses you receive post-sex from your one-night stand. Not that Minho’s ever done anything like this before, so really, who is he to know?
But now with towels in the wash and both of them as clean as they can be without a shower, Minho thinks Jisung is going to kick him out. But instead, he pulls off the skirt and dresses Minho in a pair of his underwear. Then, dressed in only underwear himself, Jisung cuddles up behind Minho and cutely wrestles the blanket over them. He curls his arms around Minho’s torso, hands resting on his stomach, and face buried in his neck.
Minho hears how Jisung takes a deep breath, feels when he exhales, and presses closer. And he’s too tired to care about the unexpected turn of events and promptly falls asleep. Because right now Jisung’s scent is the most comfortable it has been the entire night. The earlier burning intensity in his scent was mouth-watering, and the overwhelming desire in it had felt amazing, but now it's relaxing and calming, and makes Minho feel like he’s floating on a cloud.
When he wakes up it’s early in the morning and his head is resting on Jisung’s chest. With shaky limbs and creaking joints, Minho gets out of bed and puts on his clothes from last night. However, after feeling the skirt for a second he changes his mind and hopes Jisung won’t miss the sweatpants he finds in a tucked-away corner of the room. The pants are a little tight over his thighs but since there are holes by the knees, Minho feels the least amount of guilt stealing them.
After contemplating it for a second or two he places a kiss on one of Jisung’s round cheeks, whispers a quiet ‘goodbye’. Then, with the skirt in his hand, he tip-toes out of the room, out of the frat house, and does the walk of shame home; half limping from the way pain shoots up his spine with every other jolt of his hips.
A slight sting of regret tugs at his heart for just leaving Jisung behind with only a silent goodbye. He wonders if he should have left a note, waited for him to wake up, something.
But at the same time, Minho knows nothing will come of it. It was only a one-night stand, a one-time thing. After all, Minho only wanted to lose his virginity and Jisung simply wanted to get his dick wet, and he isn’t going to fool himself into thinking Jisung would want anything more.
When he comes home he immediately crashes into bed and then he spends the rest of his Saturday lounging around, reading a book and watching stupid dramas until the restlessness makes him feel insane and he takes a walk.
Minho’s still sort of limping though so his walk is very short-lived, only walking to Felix's dorm a few doors away. He doesn’t even bother knocking on the door — Felix has given away his lock code for a reason — and simply enters of his own volition.
It smells like brownies and he spots Hyunjin’s shoes in the hallway as well as Hyunjin’s head peeking over the couch.
“Looks like someone had fun last night,” he says, trying to wiggling his eyebrows. Minho simply rolls his eyes and accepts the hug Felix gives him after running out of the kitchen.
“You baking?” Minho asks, ignoring Hyunjin.
“Yeah, brownies.” He gives Minho a big, knowing smile. “Thought we would celebrate you losing your virginity. Only if you want to, of course.” He adds on a little unsure. “I know it’s not a big deal and whatever, but it’d be a great excuse to eat brownies?”
Minho chuckles and pats Felix’s butt as he passes and makes his way over to the couch where he plops down, stretching out his legs so that they fall into Hyunjin’s lap.
“Sounds good to me,” he says and Felix skips back into the kitchen as the oven beeps, informing them that the brownies are finished.
“So?” Hyunjin prompts and Minho hums, wiggles around some more for a better position, and doesn’t answer even though he knows what Hyunjin is inquiring for. “Come on, tell me how it went.” Hyunjin huffs.
“It was fine,” he answers simply and closes his eyes, breathing steadily through his nose. “Yeah, it was good.”
From the second time he woke up until he decided to come over to Felix’s place, his mind has been replaying the night, remembering Jisung’s pretty hands, his bulging biceps, the cocky smile on his face, the worry in his eyes when Minho had cried — he can’t help but cringe at that one memory though, feeling stupid and pathetic for crying over a little pain and vulnerability — Jisung’s low groans and soft moans, the way his face scrunched up in pleasure.
But most of all Minho remembers the way he had kissed him when it was all over, both of them coming down from their highs. It had been lustful but not any less soft. The cuddling also left an impression on him, and the warmth of Jisung’s body had been unexpectedly comforting.
Minho sighs and when he opens his eyes Hyunjin has a weird look in his eyes as he examines Minho's face. He opens his mouth to say something but gets interrupted by Felix who comes toward them with a plate stacked full of brownies. He puts it down on the coffee table, then moves to sit on the couch by Minho's head, gently lifting him before letting his head rest back down in his lap this time.
Felix starts cradling his fingers through Minho's hair and he sighs again.
“Was he really that good?” Hyunjin asks, finally getting his question out, and Minho hums. He still feels a little dazed, or maybe that’s just his muscles still feeling heavy and sore from last night.
“Yeah, you’re sort of limping,” Felix points out and Minho feels his neck grow warm. “I hope that’s an ‘I had a good fuck’ kind of limp and not an ‘I’m actually hurt’ kind of limp.”
Minho chuckles and brings a hand up to pet the hand Felix has in his hair.
“Don’t worry, it’s a good kind of limp.” Then he scrunches up his nose. “Or I hope so at least. How long will it last because I refuse to walk around campus looking like I just got railed into next week.”
“That’s kinda what happens though, isn’t it?” Hyunjin snorts and Minho kicks his legs lightly in retaliation. The warmth spreading from his neck to his face now.
“Shut up,” he groans and Hyunjin sniggers louder. Minho pouts but quickly gets appeased by Felix feeding him a brownie.
“But you had a good time, right?” Felix asks just to make sure. “And you’re not, like, actually injured?”
Minho gives him what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I had a good time.”
Hyunjin also shoots him a relieved smile, massaging the muscles above Minho's knees.
“I kind of expected him to go a little easier on you, though,” Felix points out and Minho hums in question. Why would Jisung go easy on him? In fact, Minho would probably be offended if Jisung thought he couldn’t handle it. “I mean, since it was your first time?” Felix continues and oh. Right.
“Uhm, I never told him it was.”
“What?” Hyunjin says, sounding aghast, and Minho can’t tell if it’s from amazement or horror. “Why would you not tell him?”
“Why would I?” Minho shrugs. “It’s not like it matters.”
“Oh yes, it does.” Felix scolds and in turn, Minho pouts. “You wouldn’t be in so much pain if you told him. Or at least I hope so.”
But Minho waves him off. “It’s fine, I enjoyed myself and I think he did as well. I don’t need him to go around thinking he’s special or some shit.”
“But he is though?” Hyunjin has an eyebrow raised and gives a short snort. “Special little Jisung who was the only one you would even consider.”
“Yeah okay, fine. But he doesn’t need to know that.” Minho corrects.
“As long as you're happy.” Felix hums and strokes his hair.
“So what are you going to do about your crush on Jisung?” Hyunjin asks after a short amount of time and Minho groans and turns his head to squish it into Felix’s stomach.
“It’ll disappear,” he says, adamantly. Because it has to.
“You sure?” Felix asks and Minho nods.
“I’ve gotten what I wanted out of him, so yes. It has no reason to stay.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Felix very unhelpfully points out and Minho groans louder, more whining actually.
“Well, I’m going to force it away if I have to,” he mumbles and Felix chuckles, itching a nice spot behind his ear.
“If you say so.” He hums.
After some time Hyunjin pats Minho's leg and when he turns to look at him, an eyebrow raised, Hyunjin feeds him another brownie that he greedily accepts. Then both Hyunjin and Felix start engaging in another conversation, Minho listening from his position splayed out across their laps. Eyes half-lidded and mind elsewhere.
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