hi hi its awkward requesting... but i see u like sub minho. how about minsung, all the fans categorize minho as the dom and jisungie as the sub but its absolutely the opposite!!!
Note: Hii please don't feel awkward, I don't bite... Sorry this took a million years to write only for it to be barely 2k. Work is kicking my ass.
Summary: Minho thinks that he'd top because that's what the fans say, Jisung disagrees... AKA Minho and Jisung engaging in top/bottom discourse.
Tags: Praise kink, size difference(?), petnames, light dom/sub
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“Why do you get to be the top?”
It wasn't really clear how they got to this topic, but suddenly Jisung was trying to defend himself from bottom accusations. Sure, he was cute and had a bit of a subby personality… But the way he acts out of bed isn't how he acts in bed.
“Because why would you top? Besides, the fans already decided I would,” Minho argued, leaning back in his chair.
This wasn't really a good lunch conversation.
Jisung raised a brow, “The fans say what?”
Minho seemed pretty confident, and not very embarrassed to be discussing his and Jisung's hypothetical sex positions, “Look up any fanfiction. I always top,”
“You can't seriously use fanfiction as an argument!” Jisung huffed,
“Are we really going to brush over the fact that Minho-hyung reads fanfiction of himself fucking Jisung?” Felix shifted uncomfortably, being the unfortunate bystander of this conversation.
“Please, I read about myself fucking everyone, not just Jisungie,”
Jisung buried his face in his hands, out of frustration and only a little bit of embarrassment, “Whatever, believe whatever you want,” he pouted.
Felix chuckled, “Aw… Don't pout. It's not helping your case,”
What do Felix and Minho know, anyway? Jisung was almost positive he had more sex than both of them combined. Felix was too busy for hook ups, and Minho's standards were ridiculously high.
Besides, Jisung's dick was way too big to let it go to waste.
“You don't really think I'm a bottom, do you, hyung?”
Minho let out a heavy sigh, keeping his eyes on the TV, “You're still on that…?”
It had hours, it was dark out now. The two sat comfortably on their less than comfortable couch, watching whatever anime they chose for the night.
“I mean, obviously I am. It's insulting,”
“Yeah? What's wrong with being a bottom? It's not insulting, just a position,” Minho raised a brow, as if accusing Jisung of something.
Jisung quickly shook his head, “No no! Not like that! It's not a bad thing. It's just… Not me,”
After a second of silence, Jisung remembered to breathe, “Prove it? How?”
Minho just gave him a look. A look that was pretty clear in what he was implying.
The look on Jisung's face made Minho laugh, “Don't look embarrassed, it's not like we haven't done it before…” the older boy gave a suggestive look,
“Yeah, except we haven't done it before… We made out once years ago. I don't think that's really the same,” Jisung huffed, rolling his eyes, his face burning red at Minho's suggestions.
Minho shrugged, “Fine nevermind,”
There was another long silence, “I didn't say no…”
In an instant they were like magnets, immediately pulled together. Jisung grabbed Minho's face so quickly, he was worried he accidentally hurt him at first, but his worries disappeared when Minho shoved his lips to Jisung's.
Everything fell so naturally. Despite them never discussing their feelings for each other before, or having any sort of intimacy like this, they've practically been a couple for years. They were both just too stupid to realize it.
Their lips crashed like waves, knocking their teeth against one another, and gripping on like they'd sink if they didn't. Jisung was honestly expecting a little push back when he took the lead, but Minho fell pretty comfortably beneath Jisung's hold. For all the talk about being a top and provoking Jisung… Minho sure wasn't trying very hard.
Testing the waters further, Jisung pressed against Minho, eventually pushing him on his back against the couch and climbing on top of him. Again, Minho didn't fight it, he didn't say anything at all, just desperately pulled Jisung closer to try and physically merge their lips together. Just desperately sucked in Jisung's tongue like it was his life support.
After a few more seconds, Jisung pulled back, both of them catching their breath, “Ya know… For a ‘top’, you're not trying very hard to top me,” Jisung smirked, trying to get a jab in where he could.
“Obviously I'm not a top,” Minho huffed, running his hands up Jisung's chest, eyes focused on the buttons he fumbled to undo on Jisung's shirt.
“Don't act dense. I was just provoking you,”
Jisung blushed. Minho seriously was just talking all that smack so that he'd get here? On the couch, beneath Jisung? Sometimes he just wanted to smack Minho…
“Stop thinking and just continue,” Minho spoke again, a little more demanding as he pulled Jisung's shirt open, his eyes devouring Jisung in one look.
His eyes traced all over Jisung's stomach and pecs, but he really was focused on the tattoos. Who knew Minho was a tattoo kind of guy?
Jisung fully removed his shirt before tugging Minho's shirt off as well, immediately attacking Minho's skin with kisses and bites.
Minho groaned and tilted his head back, letting Jisung have at it.
Leaving a few marks in places that Jisung knew were easy to cover, he moved his hand down and palmed Minho through his sweat pants, making the older moan softly. Jisung shivered at the sound from his cute lips, feeling the hard on Minho had already.
“You're already so excited… Haven't even done anything yet…” Jisung whispered, kissing Minho's neck again.
“Mm, want you so bad, Sungie ~” Minho hummed.
Despite how badly Minho wanted Jisung, Jisung only continued to grind and rub the palm of his hand against Minho's clothed erection, getting him as whiny and desperate as possible. Hearing Minho whine and wordlessly beg for more, Jisung got all hot and bothered himself.
“Sungie I want your dick inside me so bad, please stop,” Minho finally said, practically growling it out.
Jisung smiled, “Okay okay, sorry sorry…~” Next time he won't let Minho be so demanding. For now he'd do whatever Minho wanted … Just to guarantee there would be a next time.
Pulling off Minho's sweatpants and boxers in one pull, he could see truly how hard Minho was, and the precum leaking from the tip of his cute dick. Good thing Jisung is the top, he wasn't sure he'd be satisfied with the size of Minho's dick if he was a bottom. But as a top? The difference in their dick size was kind of a turn on.
He pulled out his own cock, making Minho's eyes widen and practically gasp, “Jesus, Jisung. You've been packing that monster this whole time and you're only now giving it to me?” He narrowed his eyes.
Jisung blushed, “Uhm, sorry…?”
Luckily, Jisung was a natural born freak and kept lube in his bag at all times. So he didn't need to awkwardly run to his room while he was naked to grab a bottle.
Jisung spread Minho's legs, getting a subtle grope in on his thick thighs before his focus landed onto Minho's perfect hole. Just looking at it, he knew he was going to be so tight.
He squirted lube onto his fingers before tracing the rim of Minho's hole, making Minho flinch from the cold. Jisung used his free hand to hold Minho down by the hip.
The sweet gasps and soft whines from Minho were addicting. Hearing his roomate—his best friend—making all these little noises was exhilarating. He went slow as he pushed two fingers in and out, stretching and prodding to draw out those cute gasps.
Minho laid his head back against the armrest, brows knitting together. Minho's own fingers weren't very long or big, Jisung's weren't even that much bigger, but it definitely felt that way.
A third finger forced its way past Minho's tightness, earning a particularly cute whine from him,
“Sungie— I know I said you're big but… come on…” He breathed in sharply as Jisung ignored his impatience and pressed further, only barely missing Minho's prostate.
“Shhh, kitty. Just wait a sec,” Jisung hummed, pressing against the prostate to hear Minho moan, then pulling away.
Minho cursed as the tips of Jisung's fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock, dragging against his hole. He wanted it so bad, it was sweet how slow Jisung was going, but Minho wanted it fast and hard.
But any thought in Minho's head vanished when Jisung began to push in. His cock pushed every thought away, thank goodness Jisung didn't stop at two fingers, even three fingers wasn't enough preparation.
Minho squealed quietly, shutting his eyes tight,
“Sorry sorry, sorry, baby. You're doing well, just relax,” Jisung loomed over him, groaning as he pushed in. His hand shook as he pushed Minho's bangs from his sweaty forehead.
“Jisung…” Minho moaned, it was hard to tell if it was from pain, pleasure, or both.
“Are you okay, kitty? Does it hurt?”
“No no no. Don't stop,” Minho forced out a breath, like he'd cry if Jisung dared to stop.
With that note Jisung began to move inside of him, starting real slow. Dragging in and out, all while feeling up Minho's body. He groaned with Minho's moans, his cock being swallowed up by Minho's greedy hole.
After a few minutes of slow thrusts, Minho became increasingly more whiny, bucking his hips as if to try and force Jisung deeper and harder into him.
Taking the hint, Jisung sped up, holding Minho's hips down in place as his pace quickened. Keeping him still while Jisung began to pound into him, Minho yelped, his whole body instinctively wanting to flinch from Jisung's massive dick splitting him in half.
“Oh— Fuck— Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, baby,” Jisung groaned, apologizing over and over, “You're doing so well, you're taking me so good, you're so good for me… You're so tight, y’ feel so good,” Jisung stuttered out, his cock beginning to feel more sensitive as it pushed and dragged against Minho's walls.
“Hurts…” Minho whined, his body tense. It felt like Jisung's stupidly big cock was tearing him open and fucking up his insides. It was really an addictive feeling, though.
“‘M sorry, so sorry, kitty. ‘M almost done,” Jisung moaned, too lost in Minho's tightness to process anything else in the world.
He thought maybe he heard Minho scream out how close he was, which was very soon confirmed by the white ropes of cum that began to coat Minho's tummy. Shortly after that, Jisung came. Dumping his load inside, his last few thrusts were more like sloppy snaps of his hips, riding out his high as Minho let out a soft whimper under him.
Begrudgingly, Jisung pulled out of Minho, earning a soft sigh from the older boy. Jisung collapsed on top of Minho, who looked a few seconds away from passing out, “You okay, baby? I didn't hurt you?”
Minho just shook his head, “No,”
Minho huffed, “Yes, I'm sure. I think you fucked me so good I got permanent brain damage,”
Jisung snickered, curling close to Minho, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, “Don't say that, then I'll really feel bad,”
Minho chuckled, “Shut up, I'm tired now…”
“Shouldn't we clean up first?”
Less than enthusiastic, Minho nodded, “Yeah, I guess,”
Jisung smiled, telling Minho to stay put.
Instead of a real shower, Jisung opted to getting a damp rag and wiping Minho down, leaving kisses on the, now clean, spots of soft skin.
Man, he was glad Jisung is a top
