As an extension of acts of service, Minho’s love language was also food. Preparing food, cooking for people, making sure the members (Jisung especially) ate well, baking sweet treats and delicious dinners—they were all things he did regularly to show that he loved people, to show that he cared. And lately it seemed that maybe he also liked receiving the same kind of love.
It was becoming a bit of a problem, though.
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Or, after getting endlessly spoiled by Jisung when they get into a relationship, Minho starts to show it in the form of extra layers of softness added to his frame. He finds he really doesn't mind it (maybe even likes it).
There were a few established facts that Minho knew to be true no matter what way he looked at them; the earth was round, the universe was too vast to comprehend, and Lee Minho liked to spoil people he loved.
Minho was used to being the one to spoil people, not the other way around. He hadn’t been in many relationships since being an idol made it difficult to date, especially when you were as gay as Minho was, plus, he’d had his sights set on Jisung since the moment he’d met him, so that complicated things a bit further. But when he was in a relationship, or he liked someone, as with Jisung, he liked to spoil and take care of them. Even before he and Jisung got together, he put as much effort as possible into spoiling and taking care of him—always making sure he ate, making sure he slept well, buying him his favorite desserts and treats. It was how he functioned. Acts of service was his love language when it came to showing love.
So when Jisung began to turn the tables soon after they officially labeled their relationship as “boyfriends,” and started to spoil Minho in return, he wasn’t sure how to take it. It was strange—not in a bad way, but in the way that he had no idea how to take it, too used to taking care of others to be able to process such a change. However, deep down, he had a craving to be cared for like Jisung cared for him.
It started subtly. Jisung came to Minho’s dorm most nights and they would watch anime or whatever else they felt like until they were too tired to continue, or things turned more heated. The first time Minho noticed something different was when Jisung stopped by like he usually did and instead of being empty-handed like he usually was, he was holding a grocery bag full of snacks—all Minho’s favorite.
Minho didn’t question the new gesture. In fact, he was elated, because he was out of his favorite pudding and Jisung had gotten both vanilla and chocolate. He’d thanked Jisung by peppering his cheeks in kisses and proceeding to go through two containers of the pudding.
That wasn’t the last time it occurred, and sometimes Minho already bought snacks in advance to make sure they had something for the evening, and Jisung would enter the room with a bag from the convenience store and a heart-shaped smile on his face, so excited to share his treats with his boyfriend. Logically, Minho would have accepted what Jisung brought and not worried about anything he bought himself. But most times this happened, it seemed like they went through both sets of snacks anyway.
Or, more accurately, Minho did.
Jisung started making sure Minho was eating regularly more often, too. A quick call, a text, takeout brought to the dance studio when he was practicing late at night. A request to go out to have lunch together, when in most cases, Minho would either eat a protein bar for lunch or have no lunch at all.
As an extension of acts of service, Minho’s love language was also food. Preparing food, cooking for people, making sure the members (Jisung especially) ate well, baking sweet treats and delicious dinners—they were all things he did regularly to show that he loved people, to show that he cared. And lately it seemed that maybe he also liked receiving the same kind of love.
It was becoming a bit of a problem, though.
Struggling to fit his legs through a pair of jeans, Minho released a frustrated huff. With his physique, finding pants that fit properly was already a struggle, the material sticking to his thighs and calves like cling wrap. Recently, though, it had become a much bigger problem. The pants he was desperately trying to pull up had fit almost perfectly a month ago, but now he was struggling to get them over his hips.
When the jeans finally made their way over his ass, he let out a heavy sigh. He’d changed his workout routine to be more similar to Chan and Changbin’s, which was definitely adding more muscle to his already strong thighs, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Jisung’s newfound interest in spoiling him with food lately had something to do with his body’s changes as well. They weren’t major changes by any means, still subtle enough that most wouldn’t notice them. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have noticed them himself if it weren’t for how damn tight his pants were.
Wiping his forehead from the slight amount of sweat that had accumulated there, he let out another sigh and went to button the jeans. With a frown, he pulled the flaps together, frown deepening when he struggled with that too. That was something new. Even before he started putting more work into his thighs, they’d been naturally big, tearing the inseams of many pairs of pants he owned. However, he rarely had to deal with waistbands that were too tight.
His cheeks burned as he pulled the waistband together and sucked in, finally getting the button to close. Looking down, he could see how his tummy pushed out over the waistband a bit, pinched in just underneath his belly button where most of the new pudge sat. He turned to survey himself in the mirror and the blush on his cheeks deepened at the sight of his own reflection. Thick thighs that rubbed together even more than usual, strong muscle straining the fabric, especially above the knee when he flexed. The waistband didn't look as tight as it felt, but it still emphasized the slight love handles he was sporting, and the definite tummy he had.
He’d never had abs like the other members, preferring to keep a softer tummy like Changbin. Sometimes it was flatter than others, especially when his physical trainer got him on watching his weight, and sometimes it was softer, protruding a little over his pants, folding when he sat, rounding out just a little when he ate a good, hearty meal. The Minho he looked at in the mirror, though, was softer than any version he had ever seen. There was a decent amount of softness around his navel in addition to the love handles, causing him to look like he did on the occasions where he ate too much. His chest had been increasing in size too, partially due to the chest and shoulder workouts Changbin had recommended, but there was also an undeniable softness to them.
Tentatively, he reached up and cupped his pec, taking in the way it filled out his hand, giving it a little squeeze. His breath caught in his throat, heart skipping a beat.
Sliding his hand down, he spread his fingers and ran an open palm back and forth over his tummy. It was velvety soft, with just a small trail of hair traveling down from his belly button to where it disappeared under his waistband. When he gave his tummy a squeeze like he had done to his pec, the warmth in his cheeks spread down his neck and his skin tingled. It reminded him a bit of Jisung’s cheeks, a similar softness to when he pinched or poked them. So he did the same thing to his tummy, squeezing the soft flesh, poking it, petting over it like a curious cat. All the while, his body burned hotter, breath hitching as he felt himself up, subtle spikes of arousal pricking at his stomach.
With a final squeeze, he let his hands fall to his sides. Gaining weight always gave him mixed feelings in the past. In the k-pop industry, skinny was beautiful. It was expected of idols to be stick thin, to conform to a near-impossible beauty standard that caused unhealthy eating and exercise patterns. Minho was not immune to this issue. He was well aware of it, had been since he joined, but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate. For a while because of that, he’d made sure to keep himself as thin as possible while still maintaining his strength. Any form of weight gain made insecurities boil up inside of him, like a reminder that he wasn’t good enough, that he would never be good enough.
But now, as he looked in the mirror, those same insecurities didn’t seem to appear like they usually did. Maybe it was because he was older, more mature, more accepting of the natural changes of his body. Maybe it was because he’d never really taken the time to explore his body when it was softer, too consumed with the desire to be absolutely perfect. And now that he had, merely out of curiosity, he’d discovered it wasn’t so bad after all. That maybe (more than maybe, judging by the redness still tinting his cheeks and the tips of his ears), he liked it a little bit.
Perhaps even more so, it was because it was evidence that he was taking care of himself, evidence that he was working out well, resting well, eating well. And more than all of that, it was evidence of the way Jisung had been spoiling him lately, evidence that he was loved and cared for by his boyfriend.
With that thought, he went to grab his shirt, pulling it over his head so that he wouldn’t be half naked anymore. The whole reason he was getting dressed like this in the first place was because he had a dinner date planned with Jisung. Otherwise he’d be using his free time lounging around in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Even if he had to go out, he would’ve done so in his lounge wear. The only events worth dressing up for were dates with Jisung.
Tucking his shirt in, he winced a bit at how tight the waistband was around his pants. He really should have tucked his shirt in before buttoning them, but what was done was done.
He pulled a slim, black belt through the loops in his pants, not because he needed it, but because he knew it made his outfit look nice. Following that, he clasped a silver chain around his neck and slipped a couple of rings onto his fingers. Jisung liked when he wore jewelry—Minho never missed the way his eyes stayed glued on his fingers when they were adorned with rings.
Giving himself one final once-over in the mirror, he hummed. The shirt he’d picked was a loose button-up that concealed the roundness of his tummy for the most part, but when he turned to the side, he could still see the way it curved out slightly, stretching out the fabric.
Once again, he was surprised to find he didn’t mind it.
Jisung was already in the living room waiting for him when he exited his room. Every time Minho saw him, it was like his heart stopped in his chest, beating too fast for his body to handle. His face immediately lit up the moment Minho met his gaze, soft cheeks rounding out as he smiled. One of his nice jackets was pulled on top of the same white t-shirt he’d been wearing nearly every moment since he found out Minho liked it. Baggy black jeans covered his slim legs, a sharp contrast to the pants that were practically plastered on Minho. He looked comfortable and beyond beautiful, just like he always did.
“Hi, jagi,” Jisung said in greeting, walking up to meet Minho’s lips in a soft kiss. “You look nice.” He rubbed a hand over Minho’s side, fingers running over the curve of his love handles, right where Minho’s own hands had been just moments before.
“Thank you, Hannie,” he said with a soft smile. “You look good too.” His eyes flicked down to the bare skin of Jisung’s collarbone, gaze trailing over where a faint amount of purple still lingered, mostly covered by concealer. “I went a little high last time.”
He brushed his fingers over the mark just to watch Jisung shiver, eyes glimmering with mirth when Jisung glared at him.
“Yeah you did, this was a bitch to cover up.”
Even though he was huffing, Minho knew he really enjoyed it. Jisung liked when he got a little possessive, when he marked him up enough that the stylists had to warn them to be more careful. Minho couldn’t help it, especially with how delicious Jisung’s skin looked all the time.
“Oops,” Minho said, batting his lashes in faux concern. “I’ll be more careful next time, sweetheart.”
Jisung rolled his eyes with a small laugh, clearly onto his ruse. “Mhm, sure you will.” Stepping back, his expression shifted to eagerness. “Are you ready now?” he asked, bouncing on his heels. "Cause I’m definitely ready.”
Minho smiled fondly, nodding. “Yes, I’m ready. Where exactly are we going, though? You still haven’t told me that.”
Jisung pursed his lips and hummed as they walked out the door. “Uh, well, I still wanted to keep that a surprise! I just wanted it to be fun. My little treat, you know?”
“You can’t still treat me when you tell me?”
“Hyung!” Jisung whined, pouting back at him. “It’s just fun, don’t you think? Besides, I wanted to try something a little different today… It’s nothing special, the surprise isn’t even really, either. I can tell you if you want.”
Laughing, Minho shook his head as he got into the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, jagi, you can keep it a surprise, I don’t mind. I think it will be fun. You’ll just have to make sure you tell me where we’re going.”
As he pulled his seat belt over his waist and adjusted his position, he was keenly aware of how his jeans dug into his waist and his thighs spread out on the seat. He squeezed the steering wheel, knuckles whitening. The more he thought about this whole situation, the more odd he felt about it. It was like a switch had been flipped in his brain, a switch that made him enjoy his body like this.
Deciding he was satisfied with leaving it at that, he tried not to focus on the topic anymore, instead focusing on Jisung and talking to him about his day. Neither of them had a particularly busy day, a small gap between schedules allowing them some much needed rest. Jisung had gone to work on some songs in the studio while Minho had stayed home all day, apart from a brief gym visit in the morning. As much as he liked performing and dancing, days like that were some of his favorites. They always made him feel a little more human.
“Stop here,” Jisung instructed, right as they approached the restaurant they would be going to.
He instantly recognized the place; one of his favorite Japanese restaurants, but one that he hadn’t been to in a while because of his busy schedule and because before, he’d limited himself on trips there due to the fact that he could eat his weight in their food. Rubbing absentmindedly over his tummy, he decided that maybe that wasn’t so bad.
“This is perfect, Jisung-ah,” he said with a bright smile.
Jisung smiled back even brighter, sending Minho’s heart spinning in somersaults. “I know it’s not some new or fancy place but I know you like it here and haven’t been able to come in a bit so…and it’s my treat! So don’t even think of paying, okay?”
Chuckling softly, Minho leaned over the console to press a soft kiss to Jisung’s lips. He would never get over how endlessly thoughtful and adorable Jisung was. Neither of them were people who needed grand gestures to show their love, both preferring to show it in softer, subtler ways, just like Jisung had been doing lately. The fact that Jisung knew he loved this place and hadn’t been able to come in a while spoke volumes. “It doesn’t need to be some big fancy place. Trust me, I’m happy. I love you, Sungie.”
He placed his hand on Jisung’s thigh, gently caressing it with his thumb, melting at how Jisung blushed. “I love you too, hyung.”
It was a random Wednesday in the middle of the week because their schedules weren’t typically dictated by the traditional work week like others were, so the restaurant wasn’t too busy. They still wore their hats and face masks for good measure, but most people in that area wouldn’t bother them either way. Jisung led Minho back to a secluded corner in the restaurant, one away from prying eyes where they didn’t have to worry as much about being themselves.
Before Minho even had the chance to look at the menu, Jisung was ushering their waiter over with a wave of his hand, rambling off an order of appetizers and a white wine for them. The gesture made Minho’s stomach flutter, his heart skipping a beat—it didn’t help that Jisung already knew exactly what appetizers he would choose, specifically ordering ones that were his favorite. It made his face warm in a pleasant way.
“You know, I can order for myself,” Minho said, just a little shy that Jisung was taking extra charge.
Scoffing, Jisung shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “I know that, but I wanna do it for you. Let this be a night for you, yeah? You’re always taking care of me and doing so much for me. I wanna do that for you, too.”
Lips curling up, Minho looked down bashfully. “Alright, Sung-ah. I’ll let you.” To be completely fair, he would let Jisung do literally anything he wanted to. If he showed up in his room and asked him to pack his bags, get in the car, and move to Mars with him, he would.
Jisung puffed out his chest, a smug grin on his face. Minho fucking loved him.
The waiter arrived soon after with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Minho insisted on at least pouring it for them if Jisung was going to do everything else for them, pouring Jisung a smaller amount since they both knew he’d get sleepy quickly with it.
As Minho took the first sip, savoring the bright, mildly citrus flavor, he looked over the menu, trying to make up his mind on what he wanted. He’d had a few different things there before; their ramen was a classic; warm, filling, and flavorful. But today he was craving sushi, eyes stuck between a few different rolls. It was hard to decide if he wanted to order something on the spicier side with more intense flavors or something more mild and fresh. His eyebrows furrowed together, a pout forming on his lips.
"Hyung,” Jisung said with a slight laugh, “I can see the gears turning in your head from here. You can get more than one if you want.”
“That’s not it, I just can’t decide which one or ones I want ,” he huffed. A hand tilted his menu back, Jisung leaning over to look.
“Which ones are you looking at?” Jisung asked.
Pout deepening, Minho gestured to a few different ones on the menu that caught his eye. The most he’d ever gotten before was two, and even that had been a bit much for him, leaving him uncomfortably full for the rest of the evening. “I’m too old to be making decisions like this.”
“You’re acting like you’re 80, not in your twenties. But fine, I’ll decide for you. I said I wanted to take care of you tonight anyway, so don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got it.” Smirking slightly, he ushered their waiter over again, obviously having decided what Minho was going to order for him. Once again, Minho felt his cheeks heating, his stomach filling with an embarrassing amount of warmth.
He went to take another small sip of his wine, but nearly choked when Jisung listed off not one or two of the rolls he’d been looking at, but all three of the ones he’d pointed to, including one for himself. Neck heating with shame and something hotter, a little more pleasant than shame, Minho tongued his cheek and drank more of the wine. Jisung looked too pleased with himself as the waiter left with their order, but Minho just leveled him with an incredulous stare.
“I didn’t say all of them, Jisung,” he said, cheeks flaming.
Jisung just shrugged, but Minho noticed that his cheeks were tinted a little pink. “That way you can try them all, though. Makes sense, right?” Nothing said about how Minho didn’t have to finish them all, about how he could pick and choose and take the leftovers home.
Minho thought about his plumper belly, the way the seams of his pants were barely holding on when he sat, the amount of snacks Jisung had been shoving into his arms lately, the fact that they were getting appetizers along with Minho’s ridiculous order of sushi. Swallowing thickly, he rested his hand on the side of his tummy, feeling where his belt cut into him.
“Mhm, sure,” he said, narrowing his eyes ever-so-slightly at Jisung.
He was beginning to feel like there was more to the way Jisung was acting than he was letting on. Curiosity tugged at his mind, the urge to know intensifying the more he thought about it. Reading Jisung was as easy as reading a book to him, and usually his intuition was right about the younger, so chances were, he was right about whatever this was. It was obvious that Jisung did enjoy taking care of Minho, that he enjoyed spoiling him. But Minho wondered if it went a little deeper than affection, if he enjoyed seeing the results of his spoiling just as much.
Conversation soon distracted him from his ponderings, too focused on Jisung’s animated way of talking to even remember what he had been thinking about, even when their appetizers came to the table. The appetizers could have been an entire meal themselves, with an array of too much food, including things like chicken skewers and gyoza, all which had Minho’s mouth watering the second they hit the table. The savory scents of meat and spices hit his nose, stomach growling in response. His face flushed as Jisung grinned, pushing the gyoza towards him.
“Dig in, hyung.” His voice was sweet, soft, the deepness of it warm in a way that had Minho reaching out with his chopsticks immediately, stomach twisting with heat.
One thing Minho had learned about himself over the years was that he was a distracted eater. If he was focused on something else, like his beautiful boyfriend sitting across the table from him, he would barely notice how much he was eating. That, coupled with a glass of wine, which he was already halfway through, made it easy for him to pack away more food than he would normally.
There had been something brewing inside of him since he’d gotten ready earlier, when he’d struggled to get his thick thighs through his pants, when ran his hand over his pudgier tummy as he looked in the mirror. Something brewing that made his body feel a little warmer in a way that wasn’t due to food or alcohol. Something that, subconsciously, made him want to eat more.
It didn’t help that Jisung seemed to want him to eat more, too.
All were reasons why he managed to polish off the majority of the appetizers they’d ordered by the time their real meal was brought to the table, a comfortable fullness settling in his stomach already. He’d nearly forgotten how much Jisung had ordered for him, the amount looking even more now that he wasn’t quite as hungry as he’d been when they first arrived. But it did look good, and he knew it would be good from his past experiences there. Even the simpler sushi rolls they had were vibrant and colorful and so flavorful it was easy to get lost in them. And Jisung looked so expectant sitting across from him, a little excited too, if Minho really thought about it.
“Which one do you think you’ll try first?” Jisung asked, picking up his chopsticks to take the first piece of his own food, a dragon roll, one of which Minho had gotten too.
His stomach rumbled again.
“Hm…” he hummed to himself, feeling a little overwhelmed, but eager. “I think the same one you got.”
“Ahh, we’re matching, then,” Jisung exclaimed, smiling widely before popping the piece in his mouth, cheeks filling out as he chewed. Cute.
Following Jisung, Minho picked up the first piece with his chopsticks, groaning softly at the taste when it hit his tongue. Across the table, Jisung stiffened a bit, eyes locking on Minho as he chewed. A shiver went down Minho’s spine, the first bite settling in his stomach more noticeably with Jisung’s eyes on him. He washed it down with a sip of wine, lifting his eyes to meet Jisung’s, who quickly glanced off to the side, occupying himself with his own food. Interesting.
Despite the amount of appetizers he’d filled his stomach with before, making his way through the first roll was surprisingly easy. Either Minho had been extra hungry, or his appetite had grown. Judging by the way his belt was digging into his stomach even more sharply, he concluded it must’ve been the latter. Honestly, he was feeling full already, probably more so from the tightness of his clothes, but he had a strong desire to keep going. To just eat. The food was good, he didn’t get to do this often, and Jisung was treating him to this, paying for all of this food. Why let any go to waste?
It was a little embarrassing to realize he’d finished his first order before Jisung had even finished it, a couple pieces still left on his plate when Minho finished his. He seemed to take notice though, eyes locking on the empty plate before flitting up to Minho, pupils dilated just a little. Licking his lips, Minho shifted a little in his seat. Even more embarrassing than the fact that he was going through food like this was how worked up he was getting. He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now with the fullness in stomach and the tightness of his pants, it had become more obvious. He was getting turned on. By eating. By eating more than Jisung, by Jisung ordering him so much, by the extra weight he’d gained.
He started on the next roll.
It was obvious Jisung was watching him. Even when he wasn’t looking, he could feel his gaze on him, on his hands when he picked up his chopsticks, on his lips when he opened his mouth, when his tongue darted out to lick away a bit of sauce. Minho’s whole body was burning, tingles running down his spine with each new bite he took. The embarrassment he’d felt before was fading, turning into something different, a sort of confidence he didn’t think he had, amplified by the arousal swirling in the pit of his stomach.
“Let me pour you more wine, hyung,” Jisung offered when he noticed Minho’s empty glass, taking it to fill up with more of the white wine.
Minho hadn’t even noticed he’d finished it, too focused on getting through his second roll of sushi. With a smile, he took back the glass as Jisung handed it to him. “Thank you, Sung-ah. Are you having any more?” he asked, tilting his head.
“No, I’ve had enough,” he replied, giving Minho a soft smile.
Minho hummed around the rim of his glass, the warmth of the wine adding to the heat in his stomach. He hadn’t been paying attention to the sensation before, but now he was and fuck. He was full.
He carefully caressed the crest of his tummy where it was a little bloated, pushing out against his hand. His jeans were so uncomfortable it made him grimace a little. Realistically, it was probably best to quit while he was ahead. Finish his meal there, leave with leftovers and a stomach just bordering on uncomfortably full. He and Jisung would watch a couple episodes of anime and he would go to sleep from his food coma.
But as he looked at what was left, his mouth watered. Jisung seemed to be content to stay in the restaurant too, happily chatting away about a new song he’d been working on, not noticing Minho’s internal dilemma.
Fuck it.
Setting his chopsticks down, he dropped his hands and pulled the end of his belt loose, unbuckling it so that it was looser around his tummy. He released a relieved sigh, more comfortable already, then pushed the waistband of his pants down until it rested over the curve of his tummy. Huffing, he gave his side a little pat. The way his belly seemed to push forward, fullness even more obvious than before now that he had some room to breathe, didn’t go unnoticed to him.
And none of what he did went unnoticed by Jisung. With a stomach unbothered by his waistband, Minho went back to his food, but quickly noticed how Jisung went silent, lips a little parted as he stared at him. Minho blinked at him, a picture of faux innocence. “What, Sungie?” he asked, unable to hold the smirk that twitched at the corner of his lips.
Jisung swallowed audibly, wetting his lips. “Nothing, hyung. Go on.” He gestured in front of him, nodding down at the food still left on the table. “Thought you said you wanted to try them all, you haven’t even touched these.”
Instantly, Minho was back to feeling shy, cheeks burning, ears a vibrant red. To anyone else, it would have seemed like Jisung was just encouraging him to follow his original plan of giving the different kinds a try. But to Minho, who knew Jisung like the back of his hand, who understood him on such a deep level he could hardly understand it sometimes, he understood the underlying meaning, even if Jisung didn't understand it himself. Finish, it said. Don’t this go to waste.
God. Minho wasn’t sure if he could, but the arousal swirling in his stomach coupled with the wine making him just a little buzzed as he made his way through the second glass gave him enough motivation to try. And he needed to see Jisung’s reaction. So he ate, chewing slowly to still enjoy the taste of the sushi on his tongue, the combination of savory, spicy, and tart melting in his mouth as easily as ice cream. With each piece that he swallowed down, his tummy grew fuller, stuffed more than he’d ever experienced before.
Somehow, though, rather than the fullness deterring him, it became a strange sort of motivation. He was so worked up from it, half-hard in his jeans, a little lightheaded, breathing quick and shallow (and it was hard to tell whether that was from how turned on he was or how full he was). He’d always stopped himself before he got to this point, even when he was eating his favorite foods or pudding. It always seemed like there was a reason to stop, a reason to hold himself back, and distantly he thought there probably was, but at this moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. A haze was over his mind, shifting his desires from mere curiosity to the urge to fill his stomach to the brim.
Jisung’s gaze didn’t help matters. Dark eyes burned holes into him, intense and hot even as they attempted to have a regular conversation. There was an undeniable tension in the air though, one that Minho couldn’t have possibly been imagining. If anyone had seen them, they’d know immediately. The air sparked with it, static electricity crackling around them.
“Jisung,” Minho groaned at some point, dropping his chopsticks next to his plate. “You sure you don’t want some of this?” He tried to shift to a more comfortable position, spreading his legs a bit, but that didn’t seem to ease any of his fullness. Rubbing his tummy, he leaned back—it was still soft under his navel, but the top was firm, packed tight with food and two glasses of wine.
“No, I’m good,” Jisung chirped. “You don’t have to finish it, just ‘cause I’m paying. But…you know sushi is really only good when it’s fresh.” There was something unreadable in Jisung’s expression, but whatever it was made Minho shiver.
He really couldn’t argue with that logic. And he certainly couldn’t argue with Jisung. But he might as well have told him to finish his food. Minho’s cock twitched and his neck burned.
With a small groan, he adjusted his pants again and leaned forward, picking his chopsticks up with shaky hands. He groaned around the next bite—he was fucking stuffed, stomach a little achy, but somehow the food was still mouth watering. He licked the chopsticks clean easily, going in for another piece, but Jisung beat him to it, taking the chopsticks from Minho’s grasp and picking up a piece for him instead. Feeding him.
Minho’s expression morphed with surprise and Jisung just laughed, a late, airy sound that seemed a little strained. “I said I’m treating you, right? Let me take care of you.”
Nodding wordlessly, he opened his mouth wide, allowing Jisung to feed him. Like that, he really couldn’t stop, not unless Jisung decided he was done. It was a simple thing, feeding him, but somehow it still felt like he was handing over a level of power he wasn’t used to, Jisung taking the reins and literally doing everything for him.
He let out a small groan of pleasure as he ate, intending on teasing Jisung, riling him up, but Jisung pulled back a little instead, frowning slightly. “Too much?”
Instead of answering, Minho grabbed Jisung’s wrist, guiding the chopsticks back to his mouth. Jisung’s eyes went wide and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible over the sound of Minho’s blood rushing in his ears.
He didn’t know why he did that, he really should’ve stopped, but he wanted to finish, so bad. He was in a state where he craved it. Craved the fullness, the extra curve of his tummy, the food in his mouth. He craved it, he needed it.
When Jisung finally set the chopsticks down, Minho was close to bursting. Using both hands, he cupped his tummy and gently massaged it, trying to ease some of the tightness. His face was fifty shades of red, arousal and embarrassment combining in a delicious cocktail that spread through his whole body. He couldn’t believe he’d managed to eat that much.
With labored breaths, he glanced down, taking in the state of his tummy. The shirt he wore was stretched over it, the fabric no longer looking loose like it had when he’d first put it on. Jeans pushed down, belt undone, unbelievably full, to the point where it was noticeable—he must look utterly debauched. A sight to behold. He certainly felt it. And he couldn’t even imagine what it would look like once he stood up.
“You did good, hyung,” Jisung said, voice sounding a little fuzzy through Minho’s food-drunken stupor. The praise did things to him, the words going straight to his dick. “It makes me happy when you eat well.”
Happy, huh? Minho thought to himself, almost laughing. It certainly made him feel something, but he wasn’t sure happiness quite defined it. “Definitely ate well,” he said, followed by a groan as he tried to sit up a bit. “I just ate my fucking weight in food. Definitely ate—” he huffed, a little out of breath. Just from eating. “Definitely ate too much. Overdid it.” He patted the side of his tummy and watched as Jisung’s eyes traveled downwards to take in the state of him.
“Happens to the best of us,” he said with a strained laugh.
“Like you had nothing to do with it, ordering all of that just because I couldn’t decide. What the hell.” There was no bite to his words—he just smiled fondly and laughed a little, trying not to let the motion jostle his tummy.
“I never said you had to eat it all, you did that yourself, hyung. Silly hyung,” Jisung teased, tone just a hint sultry as he reached across the table to poke the tip of Minho’s nose.
Minho’s breath hitched. Jisung was acting like he was totally innocent, which he clearly wasn’t, but he still wasn’t entirely wrong. He’d eaten it all of his own will. Pushed himself to finish for the gratification of tasting more, of seeing Jisung’s reaction as he filled his tummy to the brim. His head spun a little.
“Well…it was good,” was his only defense. Any other explanation would end up humiliating him more than he already was. Not that he minded the humiliation, really.
He was discovering a lot of new things about himself today.
“I’m glad!” Jisung exclaimed, the teasing lilt in his voice completely gone. “It really does make me happy, hyung. I like seeing you eat well, and have fun. You look so cute when you’re eating.” He giggled, foot coming to poke Minho’s ankle under the table.
The contact made goosebumps climb up his leg, a shiver going through his body even though the contact was meant to be innocent. He was still on edge, still overly sensitive and hyper-aware of every touch, every look Jisung sent him. He was still full, tummy still rounder than it had ever been even when he was at his softest, an outward display of how insatiable Jisung made him. Fuck, he wanted his hands on him now. He wondered if it would be weird to ask him to rub his tummy. Would he say yes? Jisung never had any inhibitions when it came to touching Minho, running his hands over every inch of his body, placing kisses everywhere from his lips to his calves. And when he thought about it, he had been giving his belly a little extra attention lately; hickeys around his navel, gentle bites to soft flesh, a hand on his waist, cheeks pressed to his tummy when they cuddled.
Oh. Jisung really did have a thing, didn’t he?
It was a good thing it seemed like Minho did, too.
“Are we ready to go? I was thinking maybe we could take a walk around for a bit afterwards, if you’re up for it,” Jisung suggested, eyes flicking down to Minho’s distended tummy.
Minho pursed his lips, scratching the side of his stomach. Walking in this state of fullness did not seem ideal, but maybe a light walk would help his digestion. And he didn’t want to be done with his date just yet. He needed his Jisung time and lately he hadn’t gotten nearly enough of it, especially on a planned date. So with a deep breath, he nodded. “Yeah, I think I’m up for it. It sounds nice.” It did sound nice, even if he wasn’t being fully truthful.
The way Jisung beamed made it all worth it. “Yes! Let’s go then.”
They got their bill and just like he said, Jisung paid for everything, not letting Minho even tip. It wasn’t like money was really an issue for either of them, but the gesture mattered the most.
Once their bill was paid, Jisung stood up and Minho prepared himself to stand as well. Pushing himself up from the table, he groaned softly, biting his lip. While sitting down, he could at least lean back and it was harder to notice how much he’d eaten, even if his level of fullness was already extreme. When he stood though, his belly seemed to push out further, his gluttony obvious to anyone who would’ve looked at him. He had a solid potbelly, the bloat making him appear at least a couple months pregnant. The waistband of his pants was still digging into him, too, pushing his tummy out more, emphasizing his love handles. If he pulled his pants up and did the belt as tight as he had before, it probably would’ve formed two little rolls out of his belly.
Resting his hand over the most distended part, he huffed out a breath.
“Mm, I can tell you really enjoyed yourself, hyung.”
The closeness of Jisung’s voice startled him, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. His lips brushed right up against his ear and a hand came to join Minho’s on the crest of his tummy. Jisung’s thumb rubbed circles across it and Minho melted as his fingers curled, nails scraping gently across his tummy, causing a shiver to go through Minho’s whole body.
Swallowing, he let out a breathy chuckle. “Y-yeah. Really stuffed myself this time,” he responded quietly, Jisung’s touch setting his entire body alight.
Jisung’s breath hitched at his statement, and then with a singular pat, his touch was gone, his hand slipping away. “I can tell, baby.”
He smirked, and Minho was close to screaming in the middle of the restaurant.
They headed out, hands brushing together as they walked, each gentle touch causing his skin to tingle, shivers going down his spine.
The restaurant was in a nice part of town—flowering trees lined the streets, filling the air with their sweet perfume, and a few small shops with cute window displays filled up the space past the restaurant. The road was fairly quiet with only a few cars driving down so it was easy to enjoy the silence. They normally walked without speaking because the main point of a walk like this was to enjoy each others’ presence.
However, Minho was having a little trouble smelling the roses, so to speak.
Each step reminded him of how badly he’d overdone it, his stomach grumbling at him for filling it so much. He hadn’t even bothered to fully redo his belt because of how tight his pants were already, and the buckle jangled with every step. It made him blush furiously, and it didn’t help that he could sense Jisung’s gaze on his tummy every once in a while. He didn’t doubt that Jisung liked it, but that fact just made his state worse, heart racing under his burning looks.
“There’s an ice cream shop on the next block, wanna stop there?”
Words said moments before disaster. Minho’s destruction. The end of him, the final straw.
Okay, maybe he was being a bit dramatic. Just slightly. But how could Jisung even think of suggesting something like that? He saw how Minho struggled, he witnessed him glut himself at dinner like he would never eat again. He felt the curve of Minho’s belly under his hand, the firmness of it under a soft layer of fat—he knew how full Minho was.
And he was suggesting ice cream.
Maybe more insane than Jisung’s suggestion, though, was the way Minho’s mouth watered at the thought. The air was warm and smelled like the first hints of summer, and ice cream was delicious. Minho had a sweet tooth. A lot of people thought Jisung was the sweet tooth between the two of them, and granted, they both liked sugar, but Minho was the weaker vessel out of the two of them. Jisung knew this. He took advantage of it whenever he could, buying Minho pudding and candy and all sorts of pastries, sometimes as bribery to get his way or to get Minho to do something for him, sometimes just as a treat. As was already established, Jisung liked to spoil him.
Maybe ice cream wouldn’t be so bad. Just a little couldn’t hurt, right? A little on top of his already packed stomach.
Arousal kicked in Minho’s stomach, dick twitching in interest.
“Um, sure. That—we could do that.”
He could never tell Jisung no. And now that he had started this whole…eating to max capacity thing, apparently he’d lost all self control. Had it been hanging on a thread this entire time? Waiting for the right moment for Minho to give in, to stop holding himself back? How thin had the barrier been that was keeping him away from stuffing himself at any given opportunity?
Fuck industry expectations. He was probably going to develop a real belly after this.
Jisung led them down the street, clasping their hands together briefly while there was no one around. Minho wished they could be public with their relationship, and wished he could shout his love for Jisung from the rooftops. Still, he was grateful for moments like these, if even they still had to be careful. And perhaps that was part of what made Minho not mind the weight he had gained recently and added to his desire to eat well for Jisung. Not only was it a physical sign of the power Jisung had over him, it was also a display of Jisung’s love for him, strong enough to show up on his body in the form of thicker thighs, a soft, round tummy, and a few stretch marks where the weight went the most.
Minho’s love language was acts of service, but apparently it was also doing whatever Jisung wanted him to. He wouldn’t force himself to do things he really didn’t want to, but it was hard to not want to do things that involved Jisung. This thing though, was for his own pleasure as much as it was Jisung’s.
Maybe he was a masochist.
At the ice cream shop, Jisung got a simple cone with strawberry ice cream, while Minho got a cup of mint chocolate chip. It was easy to forget about his bloated tummy and how uncomfortably full he was when he licked the ice cream off his spoon, the mint refreshing and almost relieving to his stomach. Watching Jisung lick the ice cream from his cone was also a nice distraction. His mind was already desperately horny and seeing Jisung’s pink tongue lave over the ice cream, licking melted bits from his lips, was only adding to the pool of arousal.
Minho started to feel the effects of too much food again as they walked back to the car, his tummy heavy and straining against his clothes, almost weighing him down. He huffed a little as he walked, out of breath in a way that was completely abnormal for him, a dancer for fuck’s sake. Finishing his ice cream was slow going, the dessert melting in his cup, dripping off the spoon when he lifted it to his lips. He didn’t miss the way that Jisung’s gaze pinned him down as he licked the cream off his spoon, tongue darting out to lick a drop from his lips.
Glancing over, Minho held eye contact and licked the spoon clean, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips at the way Jisung’s cheeks reddened and his breath hitched. The least he could do was tease Jisung back a little bit. Minho hoped he was getting just as riled up as he was.
By the time they were nearing the car again, the rest of Minho’s ice cream had completely melted and he was starting to wonder if he could fit anything else in his stomach anyway. Staring down at it, he sighed. Should he…?
Noticing his dilemma, Jisung nudged his shoulder and gestured down to the ice cream (more accurately a milkshake now), with his eyes. “It’s okay if you can’t finish, hyung.” Eyes moving lower, lower, Jisung licked his lips. His hand snaked around Minho’s back, fingers landing on the curve of his waist. “You look pretty full already.”
The rush of arousal that hit Minho caused him to nearly trip over himself, head filled with cotton, vision swimming with it. He shook his head in response to Jisung’s suggestion, lifted the ice cream to his lips, and gulped it down in one go, Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank. He could almost feel the way his tummy expanded, shoving his waistband further down, pushing against Jisung’s fingers. With a gasp, he finished the last drop, breath coming out in shallow pants.
“Oh. Fuck,” Jisung murmured, grip tightening on Minho’s waist.
Minho looked down at him through hooded eyes, letting out a shaky breath. Jisung’s pupils were blown wide, lips parted, cheeks red. His eyes flitted to Minho’s lips and then he lifted his hand, cupping his cheek. “Here,” he said softly, thumbing Minho’s bottom lip to wipe a bit of ice cream off. Then, bringing his thumb to his own mouth, he licked the cream off, holding Minho’s gaze.
Minho’s breath hitched and went a little cross-eyed. “Jisung,” he whispered, airy, voice barely even recognizable to his own ears. He needed to get home, urgently.
“Fuck, hyung. Let’s get back to the car,” Jisung responded, his voice clipped and a little gravelly. He squeezed Minho’s waist deliberately, fingertips digging into his love handles so hard they would probably bruise. They were completely out in the open, available for any scrutinizing eyes to see, but Minho couldn’t bring himself to care.
As soon as they made it back to the car, doors closed and locked, Jisung was on him, hands cupping his belly, putting pressure on it that sent a delicious sting through his middle. “Sung,” Minho gasped, unable to get another word out before Jisung was kissing him hard, sucking on his upper lip, licking into his mouth.
Their lips slotted together, fitting perfectly like a puzzle piece, two parts of a whole. Jisung’s tongue explored his mouth, tasting him like he had his ice cream cone before. His lips were soft and pillowy, slick with his own saliva and Minho’s, tasting like strawberry ice cream. Minho was overwhelmed in the best way, arousal pooling in his gut, lips tingling as Jisung nipped at them like he wanted to eat him whole. Minho would let him.
Minho moaned softly against Jisung’s lips as he ran his hands along the underside of his tummy, squeezing where the flesh was still soft and doughy, not stretched firm by how stuffed he was. Fingers shimmied past Minho’s waistband, curling around the hem of his shirt and tugging up so the fabric was pulled loose from his pants. Without the shirt tucked in and in the way, it felt like his belly pushed forward more, but at least he could breathe a little better. Aside from Jisung’s continuous kisses.
Jisung slipped his hands under Minho’s shirt, caressing his tummy, sending sparks straight through Minho’s middle. Blunt nails scraped across his skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across his tummy, the hairs on his arms standing on end. At the same time, their lips slid together, the slick sounds filling the car.
Jisung’s hands continued to roam, traveling up to cup Minho’s chest, thumb grazing the nipple as he squeezed it. Minho’s breath stuttered, gasping into Jisung’s mouth as he massaged his chest. He was even more sensitive there now, a simple touch causing his head to spin.
“Shit, hyung, you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Jisung asked, pulling away for a minute just to trail his eyes over Minho. “Can’t believe how perfect and soft you are.”
He grabbed Minho’s small love handles and squeezed them like putty, kneading them with his fingers. Minho’s breath caught in his throat and he let out a choked moan. “Jisung—f-fuck, knew you had something for this,” he said with a breathless chuckle, but was cut off with another moan when Jisung patted his tummy and gave it a little jiggle. “ Shit.”
“Seems like you do too,” Jisung said with a cocky grin, reaching down to palm Minho through his tight jeans.
Minho groaned, hips bucking up into Jisung’s hand. He hadn’t noticed he was already almost fully hard, cock straining against his pants. “Fuck—we’re—we’re in public, someone’s gonna see. Wanna go home. I want you to take care of me properly, Hannie. You’ll help hyung when we get back, yeah?”
He placed a hand over one of Jisung’s on his belly and directed it to rub over thickest part of the curve, the gentle pressure eliciting another soft moan from him. Any pressure felt like so much, he was so full, but it felt so good at the same time, a reminder of how much he’d eaten, how fucking bloated he was.
Jisung’s eyes widened slightly and he wet his lips, then gave Minho’s belly a little smack. Minho’s cheeks heated and he stifled a burp with the back of his hand. “Alright. Let’s head home, then. I’ll take care of you.” With a smirk, he rubbed over Minho’s belly one more time, then went back to his seat.
Minho swallowed and adjusted himself. His pants were so tight, hugging his plush thighs, digging into his tummy, putting pressure on his poor, aching cock. His belt was already undone, his shirt already untucked, so he reached down, sucking up just a bit to give himself more room, then popped the button on his pants. From the corner of his eye, he could see Jisung’s jaw go slack, lips parting with a quiet gasp. Minho smirked to himself. It was more comfortable this way. Turning Jisung on was just a bonus.
The ride back could never have been fast enough. Moments after he started driving, Jisung reached over and started rubbing his belly, massaging and caressing it in a way that was loving and gentle, but turned Minho’s brain into static and fuzz. His tummy was already sensitive normally, but in this state each touch sent a wave of arousal crashing into him. And Jisung seemed to know exactly how to touch him to get him riled up.
Tension hung thickly in the air, palpable in a way that had Minho shifting in his seat every couple of seconds, blinking to try to focus on the road and not the heat in his stomach, or Jisung’s hand rubbing circles on his tummy. Every bump jostled his stomach, his breath hitching each time it happened. Minho’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenching.
They went to Minho’s dorm and immediately made a beeline for his room, barely getting the chance to kick their shoes and socks off at the front. Jisung slammed the door behind them and Minho hoped the others got the message, otherwise they would be wanting to put on headphones pretty soon.
Jisung began undressing Minho the moment the door was closed. He tore off his shirt first, tossing it somewhere random on the floor, then he pushed his hands inside his pants to shimmy them down. Minho couldn’t help laughing a little, even though he was ridiculously turned on himself. “So this is really a thing for you, huh?” he asked, quirking his eyebrows.
Jisung groaned, bending his knees so he was directly facing the now prominent curve of Minho’s tummy. “You have no idea,” he muttered, gritting his teeth as he tugged Minho’s pants down. His biceps flexed as he pulled, Minho’s thighs jiggling with the force he used. “How’d you even manage to get these on?”
Minho clenched his fists, shaking his head. “It was a struggle.” There were red lines along his tummy from the waistband and lines up and down his thighs from the seams.
“I bet,” Jisung said, biting his lip. “You’ve been driving me fucking insane lately with these thighs— fuck— and this tummy, holy shit.”
He ran his hands up Minho’s legs as he stood back up, a shiver wracking Minho’s body as the muscles in his thighs twitched. “You look like I actually knocked you up,” Jisung muttered, settling his hands on Minho’s tummy again.
Minho shuddered, swallowing thickly, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. “Fuck. I kinda do.” He glanced across the room at Jisung’s floor-length mirror, taking in his appearance. He’d already seen how soft he was looking lately in his own mirror before they went out, but the sight of that coupled with his bloated tummy made him gasp, jaw dropping. He looked so round, filled out and thick, making him look like he’d gained 10 more pounds than he actually had. Like Jisung had knocked him up.
“You do like this?” Jisung asked suddenly, breaking Minho out of his daze. “You’re not bothered by it at all, right? You can tell me if you are. But I should remind you, you do look so fucking sexy right now.”
Minho laughed, tossing his head back a bit. “What do you think? You think I ate that much cause I didn’t like it? That I pushed myself to finish even though I’ve never eaten this much in my life ‘cause I didn’t like it?” He wet his lips, more turned on the more he thought about it. “Today’s for discoveries I guess, cause apparently I love stuffing myself.”
Jisung whimpered, hands flexing on Minho’s waist. “Oh fuck. Hearing you say it.” He gulped audibly. “That’s so hot. Seriously. Fuck. Let me show you, hyung. I promised I was gonna take care of you.”
He started backing Minho towards the bed and when his knees hit the edge, he fell back with a small “oof.” Jisung got between his legs, eyes roaming over his body hungrily. He ran his hands over Minho’s bloated tummy, kneading into it like dough, the pressure causing Minho to release another small burp. Face burning, he covered it with both his hands, embarrassment coiling in his stomach.
Jisung giggled and reached forward to pry his hands away. “Stop that, it’s cute. My big kitty ate so well.”
“Mmh,” came Minho’s response, muffled from biting his bottom lip.
“You want me to take care of this, yeah?” Jisung wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Minho’s cock, causing him to jerk, a moan slipping past his lips. “I’ll take good care of you baby, shh.”
“I think—” he choked down a moan as Jisung flicked his thumb over his cockhead. “I think I’m too full for you to fuck me. Or to fuck you.” His own statement sent chills down his spine, his dick twitching in Jisung’s hand. The thought was hot, riding Jisung until he was out of breath just from overeating, tired even though his thighs had gotten stronger lately. But the thought that he was too full for that in the first place was even hotter, dizzying in fact.
“That’s okay, hyungie. I can think of other ways to make you feel good.”
Minho nodded and scooted back on the bed so he was in a more comfortable position, legs no longer dangling off the bed. Even lying down, the gentle curve of his tummy was still visible and the sight made his head spin.
Jisung pulled off his own shirt, tossing it into the pile with Minho’s discarded clothes, then climbed onto the bed between Minho’s legs. Minho’s eyes dragged over his body, taking in the broadness of his shoulders, his tiny waist with just a layer of softness over his tummy, the way the muscles in his biceps and forearms rippled as they moved. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to touch.
Crawling over him, Jisung slotted their lips together, hands roaming over Minho’s torso, groping at the layer of pudge on his tummy and waist as he went. Minho reached up at the same time, his touch following the dips and curves of Jisung’s relaxed muscles and the curve of his waist, drawing out sweet moans from him.
As Jisung’s hands trailed up to his chest, Minho’s lips parted, allowing him to deepen the kiss at the same time. His fingers danced over Minho’s skin, grazing over his nipples, pulling moans and soft groans from Minho’s mouth. He cupped Minho’s pec, pressing the pads of his fingers into it, and Minho’s back arched.
“So perfect, jagi,” Jisung muttered against his lips before pressing his mouth to Minho’s again, taking his breath away. One hand played with Minho’s softened chest while the other went up to cup Minho’s cheek, a tender reminder in the midst of Minho’s entire body being on fire.
“Hannie,” Minho groaned, hips bucking up when Jisung flicked his nipple. The sensations surrounding him were overwhelming—Jisung, Jisung’s lips, his hands, his scent, the fullness of his tummy, his hard cock resting against his stomach. And still, he was insatiable. “More. Making me impatient.”
“More?” Jisung asked, smirking against his lips, then pulling away. “You’ve had a lot already, hyung.” With a grin, he patted the side of Minho’s tummy, eyes glued to slight jiggle the action produced.
Minho groaned, rolling his eyes even though the pat sent another spark of arousal through his gut. “You little shit,” he snapped playfully, no real bite behind his words.
Laughing, Jisung gave a loving caress to the spot he’d patted before. “I’m sorry, hyung. You’re just fun to tease. Your ears look so cute, all red.” He leaned down, pecking Minho’s lips, melting the pout right off. “I’ll give you more, I promise. But I gotta worship you a little first.”
He scooted back down the bed so that he was half-laying between Minho’s thighs, face directly above Minho’s chest. Through hooded eyes, Minho watched him, taking in his lust-filled expression. His breath ghosted over a nipple, the buds perking up from the stimulation, then his tongue darted over it before his lips wrapped around it. Moaning, Minho’s body twitched, toes curling.
“ Hah, fuck,” he sighed, reaching up to tangle a hand in Jisung’s fluffy hair. The younger groaned around his nipple, the sound sending vibrations of pleasure through Minho’s whole chest.
A string of spit connected Jisung to Minho as he pulled off with a pop, eyes glazed over. “Love your tits so much, hyung. Love how big they’ve gotten, shit.” He dove back down, this time taking the other nipple in his mouth.
Minho gritted his teeth, tugging at the strands of Jisung’s hair to ground himself. “It’s ‘cause of you,” he responded, breathless. He could easily take credit for some of them at least, with how much he’d been working out, but it was easier, better, to give the credit to Jisung. “All of this is because of you.” His softer tits, his bigger thighs, the plushness added to his tummy. All for Jisung, because of Jisung.
“ Fuck,” Jisung whined, dropping his head to rest against Minho’s chest, like hearing that statement was too much to bear. “You’re so hot, what the fuck. I love you so much.”
“Love you, too, Su— ah,” Minho moaned, cut off when Jisung moved further down, mouthing at the upper part of his belly, just above his belly button.
Sucking the doughy flesh between his teeth, his hands slid over Minho’s sides, coming down to grope his love handles again. Minho’s eyes glazed over, body buzzing, ablaze with pleasure and arousal. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock as Jisung bit down, teeth digging into him like mochi. His hands kneaded him like dough, tongue laving over the bite mark he left, just like he had done to his ice cream cone. Treating Minho like he was a dessert.
“You’re so soft, what the fuck,” Jisung mumbled, using one of his hands to massage Minho’s middle as he dipped his head to suck marks around Minho’s belly button. “I can hear your tummy grumbling. Still can’t believe you ate so much, hyung.”
Minho moaned, a high-pitched, breathy sound, as Jisung used his love handle to give his tummy a little shake. It was still firm, packed with food, but it jiggled all the same. “Nghh, fuck, Hannie.”
A look passed over Jisung’s face as he hummed, eyes narrowed slightly, then he dipped his thumb in Minho’s belly button and grabbed a handful of tummy, using it as leverage to jiggle it again. Minho’s lips parted and he tossed his head back against the pillows. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, eyes rolling back slightly.
Jisung cursed under his breath. “Sometime, I’m gonna ride your tummy.”
Just as Minho was able to manage a weak, “Please,” Jisung was leaning down again, dipping the pointed tip of his tongue into Minho’s belly button.
“Ahh, h-holy shit,” Minho choked, breath coming out in stuttered pants.
Jisung whined a little, creating a circle around Minho’s tummy to squish it together as he licked into his navel, sucking on the plushness around it. Swirling his tongue around, he groaned, causing Minho’s breath to hitch. Jisung’s breath came out in heavy pants, little moans leaving his lips. Blinking some focus back to his eyes, Minho realized that Jisung was grinding against the bed, rolling his hips in desperation.
“So hot, hyung,” Jisung whined, giving a sharp nip to Minho’s lower belly before diving back in, sucking and licking at his navel like he was eating him out. Minho could’ve never imagined this was something he would enjoy, but fuck, he was so hard he was lightheaded, dick pulsing where it laid untouched against his tummy.
“Fuck, Sung-ah, please,” Minho groaned, so turned on he felt a bit pathetic.
Jisung lifted his head, gaze meeting Minho’s. A shiver went down Minho’s spine at the sight of him—lips cherry-red, drool running down his chin to drip onto his tummy, his hair wild and out of place, a few strands sticking to his forehead. Utterly debauched just from playing with Minho’s tummy.
Two strong hands gripped Minho’s thighs, and even though Jisung’s hands were bigger than his, they looked small in comparison to his thighs. “You’re driving me insane, hyung,” Jisung practically whined, licking his lips, chest heaving as he looked down at Minho.
Minho groaned, eyes fluttering shut. His tummy was tinted red and splotched with bruises from Jisung’s mouth, and the press of his fingers on his thighs would probably leave bruises, too. Minho felt dizzy. “Then do something about it, Hannie,” he breathed, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched Jisung shudder.
Jisung blinked at him a couple times, the gears turning in his head. Minho tilted his head, blinking back at him, curious.
“Can I fuck your thighs?”
Minho inhaled sharply.
“Please? I know you said you’re too full for me to fuck you but please, I’ll make it good, so good hyung.”
Spots danced in front of Minho’s vision, the feeling Jisung’s request created so visceral it made his body jerk. He gulped down a lump in his throat and nodded eagerly, biting his bottom lip. “Y-yeah. Yeah, you can fuck my thighs, jagi.”
Jisung practically preened, excitement bubbling up in his expression. “Thank you, fuck, I’ve been wanting to fuck your thighs for so long, you have no idea. Oh my gosh.”
Arousal swirled in Minho’s stomach, his cock aching—he was so painfully hard. It wouldn’t be a surprise to him if he came untouched. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been more turned on in his entire life and he had Han Jisung as his boyfriend. “Don’t know why you’ve never asked,” he said, moving to sit up so he could turn over onto his hands and knees.
He let out a groan as he shifted, the slight ache in his tummy another reminder of his fullness. Jisung watched him like a hawk, cheeks reddening at Minho’s small sounds of discomfort.
“Wow. You really overdid it, huh?” He reached out, rubbing a circle over Minho’s tummy. “Like a kitten who drank too much milk.”
Minho’s face burned furiously, the tips of his ears turning a vibrant red. He quickly turned over, burying his face in his arms so he wouldn’t have to look at Jisung’s smug expression. Somehow, presenting his ass to him was more bearable than looking him in the eye.
Behind him, Jisung cooed, then reached out to squeeze the backs of Minho’s thighs. “Shy kitty.” Minho tried to ignore the way his words made him burn, instead focusing on the quiet shuffle of his movements as he shucked his pants and boxers off and went to get the lube from their bedside drawer.
In this position, Minho somehow felt fuller and bigger than ever. Gravity pulled his little potbelly down, weighed by his own softness and his heavy dinner. He was sure he looked a sight, so spoiled by Jisung’s hands, by his love. Exactly like a fat cat, waiting to be pampered, taken care of by his lover.
Jisung seemed to have the same thoughts, reaching around Minho’s waist to caress his tummy as he got behind him again. “Have I said you’re sexy yet? Because you’re fucking sexy,” he muttered. He dipped his middle finger into Minho’s navel again, causing pleasure to shoot through him like a shock of electricity.
“A—a couple times,” Minho stuttered.
Hearing Jisung uncap the lube, he squeezed his thighs together, creating a perfectly tight space for Jisung to push his cock through. He lifted his head from his arms to look back, eyes catching Jisung’s. Jisung offered him a pretty, heart-shaped smile and rubbed his side. Minho had to smile back, his heart skipping a beat. He loved this man so much it made him a little insane sometimes.
Jisung squirted some lube onto his fingertips and slicked his cock up, moaning softly as he did so. The sound went straight to Minho’s cock. He rubbed his thighs together a bit, sucking in a sharp breath as Jisung reached out to run his fingers over Minho’s inner thighs. “I can’t get over how pretty you are.”
Minho shivered. “Thank you, jagi,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful too, you know.”
Jisung smiled shyly, glancing down, his cheeks a pretty pink. “Thanks, hyungie.”
He wrapped an arm around Minho’s plush waist and leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his back. “Can I do it now, hyung? Can I please fuck your thighs?” His hard cock pressed against Minho’s ass, just above his thighs from the angle Jisung was leaning at. It was wet and slick, a combination of lube and precum smearing across Minho’s bare skin.
Minho had never nodded so fast in his life.
With one hand, Jisung’s grabbed his hip for leverage, and with the other he cupped Minho’s belly, the curve fitting perfectly against his palm. He let out a shuddering breath as he slipped his cock between Minho’s thighs and Minho’s breath hitched at the same time, his cock jumping as Jisung’s tip rubbed along the underside of it.
“‘M gonna move now,” Jisung mumbled.
Minho inhaled, slow and steady. “Okay. Please.”
The first thrust of Jisung’s cock had him gasping, thighs shaking at the sensation. It felt a little strange, but also so good, the wet slide along his sensitive inner thighs sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Jisung was already panting, whines and moans falling from his lips, the same sounds he made whenever he got close. He’s close already. Minho was dizzy with the thought, head spinning. He fucked between his thighs with as much enthusiasm as he did fucking Minho regularly, with as much enthusiasm as he had getting fucked.
“ Hhng— Fuck, feels so good,” Jisung groaned, voice gravelly in Minho’s ears. His hands continued to grope Minho, cupping and playing with his tummy like a cat with a ball of yarn. Dipping his fingers into his belly button, gripping his love handles, squeezing the softest part of his tummy. It quivered in his hold, jiggling with the impact of his hips slapping against Minho’s ass. “Dunno why we haven’t—haven’t done this b-before.”
Minho muffled a moan into his arms as Jisung’s cock slid against his again before dragging between his thighs. “Me neither, Sung-ah,” he gritted out.
He could feel his thighs bouncing as Jisung fucked between them, the relaxed muscle and soft layer of fat recoiling with each movement. The feeling of his own body in reaction to Jisung’s thrusts was enough to send him closer to the edge. The backs of his thighs and ass stung a little, his inner thighs tingling from the heat of Jisung’s cock. But he needed more, he needed Jisung’s touch, needed more, more, more.
“T-touch me, Hannie,” Minho said, not caring that his voice came out in a whimper. He was so hard it hurt, he needed to come, needed Jisung to make him come.
“I’ve got you, hyung, fuck,” Jisung muttered. Moved the hand still playing with Minho’s tummy upwards, he wrapped his fingers around Minho’s cock, thumb digging into the slit as his own cock continued to slide between his tensed thighs.
Minho immediately hissed, hips rolling forward to fuck into Jisung’s fist. “Oh fuckk,” he groaned, eyes rolling back as Jisung spread the precum around with his thumb and twisted his fist around. It was a bit dry, but with how much he was leaking, it didn’t take long for the slide to become smoother as Jisung spread the precum.
“Close? Are you close hyung? I’m close, so close.”
Jisung’s thrusts were becoming sloppier, more erratic, barely managing to slide his cock between Minho’s thighs now. He was practically just grinding on him, cock slipping out from between, sliding down the backs of Minho’s thighs, between the cleft of his ass. Still, he was doing his best to get Minho off, jerking it cock with so much vigor it had waves of tingly pleasure washing over Minho, taking his breath away so he could barely get a moan out.
“Gonna—” Minho gasped, releasing a choked-off moan. “Gonna come, Sungie.”
“ Hngg,” came Jisung’s response. His cock finally slipped through Minho’s thighs again, rubbing up against Minho’s balls, tip just grazing the shaft of his cock where Jisung’s hand didn’t cover. “Me too, me too.”
Jisung’s hand tightened around Minho’s cock, pumping him just right, just as he knew Minho liked. Minho’s brain went static, his vision blurring, the muscles in his back tensing and rippling under his skin, and then he came. Cum splattered over his tummy, coating Jisung’s fist along with it as it dripped down onto the bed beneath them. Jisung didn’t stop the motion of his hand until Minho released the last weak spurt of cum, falling forward on the bed with how hard his orgasm hit him.
“Fuck hyung, I’m coming,” Jisung groaned, his cum-coated hand coming back to grip Minho’s waist. With a few more thrusts between Minho’s slick thighs, Jisung went rigid behind him as his orgasm hit, his release combining with Minho’s own to coat his tummy. Exhaling long and hard, he fell limp over Minho and rolled onto the bed beside him. “Fuck. Oh my gosh.”
Minho rolled over onto his back, chest heaving. “Holy shit,” he muttered, blinking rapidly as he tried to bring himself back to reality. His body was still buzzing from his orgasm, tingling everywhere from his head to his toes.
Beside him, Jisung nodded, puffing out a breath. “Yeah. We really should’ve done that before.”
Minho hummed, his eyelids fluttering shut. He knew he would regret going to sleep covered in cum and sweat with lube still spread between his thighs but he needed to rest for a moment. That was…a lot.
He heard soft shuffling beside him, Jisung moving to sit up. Then, he felt his presence over his body again, so he cracked his eyes open, just to see Jisung staring down at his cum covered tummy. “What are you…?”
“Let me clean you up, hyung,” Jisung said, a soft smirk playing on his lips.
Before Minho could react, he dipped his head down, sticking his tongue out to lick the cum off his tummy. Eyes blowing wide, Minho gasped, his cock twitching in interest as Jisung flattened his tongue and dragged it over his tummy, licking up every last drop of cum. His tummy quivered a bit as Jisung pointed his tongue, just to tease, and then sat back up, licking his lips.
“You’re…insane,” Minho said. He knew his face was probably even redder than before and he had just come.
Jisung grinned and crawled over to plant a kiss on his lips, which Minho gladly accepted despite the fact that he just had cum in his mouth. “You like me that way,” he said after he pulled back, a dopey grin on his face.
Minho rolled his eyes playfully and laughed. “I do. One could even say I love you.”
Jisung giggled, moving from where he was straddling Minho’s thighs to sit on the edge of the bed. “I love you too, jagi.” He patted Minho’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze after. “You wanna go take a bath together? And then watch a movie?”
Minho let out a content sigh and nodded as he moved to sit up. He felt pleasantly blissed out, tummy still warm and full and the high of his orgasm still running through his body. “Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agreed, smiling softly.
“Okay. I’ll get everything started then. You don’t have to do a thing,” Jisung said, sing-songing at the end. “I’ll make you some mint tea, too. I don’t want you to get an upset stomach.”
Minho wanted to protest—say he was fine getting stuff ready for them and he could get tea himself, that he could take care of Jisung. It was what he usually did because he always felt that it was his place to do aftercare. But Jisung had been insistent the whole day, and he knew any protests would fall on deaf ears. Besides…It was nice, being taken care of. Really, he liked it a lot.
“Alright, Sungie. But don’t think you’re getting all the aftercare privileges from here on just because you caught me at a weak moment,” Minho joked.
“Yay! I just love getting to take care of you, okay? Let me spoil my boyfriend.”
After delivering another peck to Minho’s lips, Jisung hopped over to the door, still completely naked. Minho had to laugh a little, shaking his head.
“You’re gonna traumatize the others,” he warned as Jisung went to turn the knob.
“Eh, they’ve already seen me naked, and they’re probably already traumatized from hearing you.” He grinned back at Minho. “What’s a little more?”
Minho gawked, slipping off the bed. “You little— me? As if you weren’t moaning like a pornstar just fucking my thighs.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jisung said with a nonchalant shrug.
He turned his back to Minho, allowing the older to sneak up behind him and swat his ass. Jisung jumped, letting out a high-pitched yelp while Minho cackled. “It was just waiting for me. Sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Jisung huffed. “Let’s both go to the bathroom then. We can traumatize everyone as a team.”
With a laugh, Minho followed him out of the bedroom as they headed to the bathroom. None of the members were anywhere in sight, so it seemed everyone had made their retreat when Jisung and Minho walked in the door earlier. Good for them.
Jisung had Minho sit down the second they got to the bathroom, doing everything for him. He turned on the water, got out Minho’s favorite vanilla scented shampoo and a relaxing, lavender-scented foaming body wash. He set out lotion on the counter and hung up two towels for them, preparing everything without having to be asked for a single thing.
In the bath, he washed Minho’s hair and ran the body wash over his body with gentle hands, taking extra care as he touched Minho’s tummy. The sweet domesticity had tears springing to Minho’s eyes, a lump forming in his throat. Maybe Jisung did have a thing for him eating a bit too, getting a little softer around the edges, and having a round tummy. But it was obvious to Minho that it was deeper than “just a kink,” than just simple desire—Jisung showed love and care for him like no one else ever did, like no one else would ever again. When he bought him his favorite snacks, took him out to dinner, fed him from his own hand, it was a declaration of his adoration, his love.
If a tear slipped down Minho’s cheek as Jisung rubbed lotion onto his tummy after their bath and whispered how beautiful he was, that was between them. Minho wasn’t a crier, and if Jisung never told anyone, who would know? Little moments like these were for themselves, anyway.
summary: Felix takes Changbin out for Italian food 🤭
contains feeding/eating, public humiliation, and fat changbin hehe
“Anything else I can get you, sir?”
Felix looks up at the server, and it hits Changbin all over again that Felix is gorgeous. Glowing bare skin, a dusting of adorable freckles. The innocent openness in his expression that instantly draws people in. He’s so beautiful, and Changbin is down bad.
“I think—” Felix’s voice is strong, confident. There’s a sort of calm self-assuredness to him that Changbin only sees when they travel to English-speaking countries. Felix quickly glances around the table, assessing the spread of various dishes. “Another order of carbonara, please.”
The server is professionally polite as she gives him a slightly tight smile. “I’ll have that right out for you.”
Changbin’s cheeks warm. He knows Felix is ordering all this food for him. Felix stopped eating nearly an hour ago, and since then it’s just been Changbin demolishing plate after plate, all on his own. He knows he should stop, get a grip on himself instead of being a complete glutton in public, but it’s so hard to ignore how badly he just wants to eat.
It doesn’t help that Felix isn’t exactly consulting him before he decides to order another dish. If Felix were to ask first, Changbin would have a fighting chance at saying no. But Felix just keeps ordering more, and Changbin is helpless to resist.
Changbin so frequently feels helpless when it comes to Felix.
He prides himself on being smooth, on having game. He’s a shameless flirt who knows how to charm someone he’s interested in. Except Felix, who leaves him feeling bashful and shy. Felix, who only has to flash a sweet smile to have Changbin eating out of the palm of his hand. And probably eating this Italian restaurant out of business.
“Excuse me,” Felix is saying. “Could I get some more bread, please?”
He’s not even speaking to the server assigned to their table. He’s flagged down another server, because their bread situation is apparently dire, despite the chunk of bread they still have left.
Felix pushes it towards him. “Eat up, hyung,” he says, in Korean. “There’s fresh bread coming.”
Changbin’s stomach is painfully full, but it still flip-flops at the firm way Felix tells him to eat. To stuff himself, because there’s no way Felix can't tell that he’s already full.
Changbin takes the bread. He slathers it in butter and shoves it in his mouth.
He could swear that food tastes better when Felix tells him to eat it.
The pasta arrives shortly after, and Felix requests a mountain of cheese to be grated over top of it. Then the server clears away a stack of empty dishes, leaving room for Felix to move the carbonara right in front of Changbin.
“I don’t know how much of this I can eat,” Changbin admits, looking up at him. “I’m so full.”
Felix gives him a bright smile. “You say that now,” he says. “But I know you. Once you start eating, you won’t want to stop until you’ve finished everything in front of you.”
Changbin’s breath hitches. Maybe he should take offense at Felix’s words, but he just feels slightly dizzy instead. How can he object when it sounds just like the lines Changbin assigns to his partners in his fantasies? It’s the exact sort of thing he craves to be told by the nebulous face he conjures in his imagination as he eats with one hand and jacks off with the other.
A nebulous face, of course, that just so happens to have the most beautiful freckles.
His cock is stirring with interest beneath the bulge of his distended gut. He always gets a little bit hard when he overeats, but having Felix in front of him while it happens, just saying things like that—
“Come on, hyung-ah,” Felix coaxes. “Be a good boy and show me how much you can eat for me.”
Changbin wants to moan, wants to roll his hips to force the weight of his belly down on his erection. Instead he just reaches for his fork and begins to twirl it in the pasta, all too aware of how much his cheeks are burning.
“Aww,” Felix coos, looking genuinely charmed by the blush on Changbin’s cheeks. “Did I fluster you? You’re so cute, hyung.”
Changbin is—shockingly—at a loss for words. He’s so used to being in control, regardless of whether his gregarious flirting is accepted or not. And Felix has always liked to feed him, something Changbin chalked up to Felix being a sweet and giving person. But Changbin is quickly starting to feel very out of his depths here. Felix has encouraged him to eat before, but it was never like this. Telling him to take the last slice of pizza—that’s one thing. But this?
Felix must sense his bewilderment. His smile fades, but he scoots closer to Changbin’s side of the table. They’re in a corner booth with a bench that stretches around the table, so Felix can come as close as he likes. He settles right beside Changbin and leans into him.
“Eat up, piggy,” Felix says. His voice is low so that only Changbin will hear it, even though he’s speaking Korean. “I know you like eating with such a full belly. Feeling how packed and swollen you are as you keep shoving more into your mouth. It hurts, but it feels good too, doesn’t it?”
‘What’s going on here?’ Changbin wants to ask. ‘What are we doing? What are you doing?’ But a part of him is afraid that if he asks questions then the spell will be broken. Felix will back off, and whatever they’re doing will go back to being something Changbin can only experience in his fantasies.
So Changbin picks up his fork and stares down at the plate in front of him. “But I’m too full,” he whines, turning to pout at Felix. “I do want to, but… I really don’t think I can.”
“Let’s see if I can help you out a little then.”
Felix holds Changbin’s gaze as he reaches over. His hand lands on the lower bulge of Changbin's belly, and Changbin flinches slightly. He’s no stranger to having hands on his tummy—the members have been patting, rubbing, even jiggling his belly for years—but it’s been different since he got so big. The cute little tummy he used to have has ballooned into a thick double belly, large enough now for the lower roll to push out into his lap. He’s gotten fat, and every touch is a mortifying reminder of that fact.
Never mind that it also sends a jolt of electricity sizzling down his spine. He’s embarrassed, yeah, but he can’t help thinking it’s exciting too. The fantasies he has, the things he hasn’t been able to keep himself from thinking about, ever since he was a teenager—
“God, you’re such a cutie,” Felix coos. “Haven’t you realized there’s nothing to be embarrassed about? Not with me.”
Changbin just gapes at him. It’s an answer to his questions, and yet it leaves so much unexplained.
But he can’t think when Felix’s hands have begun to rub in soothing circles across the lower bulge of his belly. The light pressure on his swollen stomach feels amazing, even though the bloat hurts the most in his upper belly. He knows Felix can’t touch him there right now, since the table wouldn’t hide his ministrations.
Then Felix’s hand travels even lower, down to where Changbin’s belly meets his thighs inside of his jeans. Now that he’s bigger, he wears his jeans with the waistband around the middle of his double belly, so that the upper roll is free while the lower roll gets zipped up into his pants. It creates the look of a big protrusion bulging from inside his jeans, but it apparently also draws Felix’s hand like a magnet. Changbin shivers as slender fingers dance across the coarse fabric, prodding at the doughy fat just beneath.
Changbin’s cock twitches at the sensation. He so desperately wants Felix to lift his belly, to delve between his fat thighs and find the aching cock hidden in all of his bulk. But then he realizes that that means Felix would discover how much Changbin is turned on by all of this, how attracted he is to Felix, how much he wants it. Then again, could things have gotten this far if Felix didn’t feel at least somewhat similarly?
And really, Changbin should have picked up on the signals a long time ago. He has nothing to say for himself, except that he knows he can be dense about things like this sometimes.
That’s when the server reappears at their table. “How are we doing?” she asks. She looks down at the nearly-full plate of pasta in front of Changbin. “Do we need a box?”
“Hmm,” Felix hums. “No, I don’t think so. If we took it in a box, he’d probably be eating it with his hands by the time we got to the car.”
The server hesitates, and Changbin’s ears burn. He looks up at Felix because he’s too embarrassed to look at the server. And then Changbin twitches as Felix slides his hand back up the curve of his gut to the crease between his belly rolls. Felix’s fingers shove into the achingly tight waistband of his jeans, and Changbin tries not to whine at the sensation of finally having Felix’s touch on his bare skin.
“He didn’t get this big by not cleaning his plate,” Felix continues. His tone is cheeky, conspiratorial. As if Changbin’s immense size is an inside joke that they're both in on. Changbin wants to melt into the booth and disappear, despite the way his groin aches in arousal at the humiliation.
“Well, um.” The server politely keeps her eyes fixed on Felix, maybe supposing she can save Changbin further embarrassment if she just doesn’t look at him. “Do we want the bill next, then? Or…” She falters, daring to glance at Changbin and then back at Felix. “Should I bring a dessert menu?”
Changbin makes a noise in his throat. He desperately hopes that Felix won’t move on to stuffing him with a round of desserts. The idea is incredible, of course, but for another time. Right now, he truly doesn’t think he could manage it.
“Wow, dessert,” Felix says thoughtfully. His fingers, still tucked into Changbin’s waistband, slide along the skin until they stop at the closure of his fly. “I guess I should have considered that before I ordered you another plate of pasta, huh, dwaeji?”
“The pasta is enough, Lixie,” Changbin pleads weakly. “I really can’t eat more.”
“It’s a tough call,” Felix says to the server. “He’s had a lot already, but I know he’ll eat anything with chocolate.”
“No, I—” Then Changbin freezes. Felix’s fingers are suddenly on the button of his fly, the thumb and pointer finger coming together in a position that can only mean he’s about to—
The button pops free, and Changbin gasps as his gut surges forward. The force of it breaks apart the teeth of the zipper, allowing the fat to overtake the ruined fly as it spills over his pants and into his lap. His belly suddenly seems to be everywhere—between his legs, on his thighs, even threatening to budge onto the tabletop.
Changbin has never been more embarrassed, and yet he's so much more comfortable than he was before. The worst of the ache in his stomach has eased, and he can finally breathe more deeply.
“Felix…” he murmurs helplessly.
He risks a look down at himself, but he only sees the arc of his belly, covered by his black T-shirt. A flood of relief washes over him at the knowledge that the tabletop kept everything hidden from sight. The server must know what happened—though she probably thinks Changbin just popped his button with the sheer force of his distended stomach—but at least she can’t see that Changbin’s naked underbelly is now hanging into his lap.
Then, with a creeping sense of shame, Changbin realizes that he's ready to eat a little more now.
The server looks back and forth between the two of them, clearly unsure of what to make of the situation.
“You know what,” Felix says, effortlessly taking control once again. “Let’s see the dessert menu. I have a feeling this one will be able to manage it after all.”
“Y-yeah,” Changbin says weakly. “I think I could.”
“Then I’ll be right back with that for you,” the server says tightly, before hurrying away.
Then they’re alone in their booth again, and Felix begins to work his hands over the expanse of Changbin’s tender belly. “Hyung is so good for me,” he coos. “Eating everything I ordered for him and even asking for dessert.”
Changbin savors the praise as he melts into the soothing touch.
“But don’t forget,” Felix says, with a sudden edge to his voice. “You still have to finish your plate of pasta.”
Changbin shivers and picks up his fork. “Yes, Felix,” he says, and begins to eat.
Minhee had no idea why she had agreed to this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she could never tell Jisu no, especially when she looked up at her with her big brown eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I’ll be good, I promise,” she had said. “I’ll only use it a little bit. I just want to try something new!” And Minhee would be a fool to deny her sweet Jisu anything.
So that was how she ended up like this. With a remote-control vibrator pressed up inside her while she and Jisu went out for dinner with their friends. In Jisu's purse sat the remote.
Normally, Jisu never had control, which was part of why Minhee was so nervous. She had warned her that if she messed with the settings too much or made the settings too high, she would be getting punished. And Jisu had accepted. But Minhee knew that sometimes Jisu liked to be a bit of a brat. She liked to push Minhee’s buttons as often as she could. So really, she had no idea how the evening was going to do.
“I already got us a table in the back!” Lixie exclaimed, grabbing onto Jisu’s arm eagerly when they arrived at their restaurant. Minhee wanted to laugh when Jisu stumbled over her own feet as Lixie dragged her back, but heat was already spreading across the back of her neck, making any reaction difficult to produce.
The table she got was big enough to fit all eight of them, and Chris, Seungah, and Chaebin were already seated at the table. “Where are Hyunjin and Jeongin?” Jisu asked as she moved to pull out a chair for herself. Minhee beat her to it though, pulling out the chair for her and gesturing for her to sit. The tips of her ears turned red and she mumbled out a small, “Thank you,” as she took her seat. Minhee smiled lopsidedly to herself. The least she could do tonight was to try and fluster Jisu as much as she could. A payback of sorts.
When she sat down, she inhaled sharply and red bloomed across her face–sitting caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside her, and the end on her clit to rub against her. She bit her cheek and swallowed thickly. She felt someone’s gaze burning into the side of her head and she knew immediately it was Jisu. And she made the mistake of looking over and making eye contact—her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted, like she knew exactly what had occurred. Minhee tried to glare at her, but she knew the look came off weak, especially when Jisu’s expression morphed into something entirely different—and she smirked.
Minhee barely had time to register the warmth that pooled in her tummy before her thoughts were interrupted by Lixie answering Jisu’s question. “They were running a little bit late, but they’ll be here soon!”
“They were probably fucking,” Seungah said flatly, which earned a firm-handed slap on the back from Chaebin.
“Yah! Watch your mouth young lady, we are in public!” she exclaimed. Seungah glared and rubbed her shoulder.
“And I’m sure you assaulting me in public will go over well, unnie,” she responded with a roll of her eyes.
Chaebin immediately launched into a far-too-loud lecture on Seungah respecting her elders, but Minhee barely caught any of it. Her face was burning and whenever she shifted she could feel the vibrator pressing against her walls. And it wasn’t even vibrating. Yet. She kept glancing at Jisu, waiting for the moment when she would do something. The waiting was probably worse than the actual thing. It made arousal coil in her belly even though she wanted to pretend it didn’t. It didn’t help that she was surrounded by her friends and in a restaurant of all places. Any little slip-up and all eyes would be on her. She had to stay composed, had to—
“Minhee-yah?” Chris called suddenly, briefly pulling her out of her daze.
“Mhm—yeah?” she asked, clearing her throat. She wondered how obvious her blush was.
“I was just wondering if you were okay,” she said with a sheepish smile. “You just look a little out of it. Are you sick?”
Minhee could feel Jisu’s gaze on her again. “Ah no, I’m okay,” she reassured her.
Her breath hitched when Jisu’s hand was suddenly on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze—why had she chosen to wear a skirt today? She was leaning in close, close enough that Minhee could smell the sweet brown sugar perfume she had put on right before they left. It made her a little dizzy. “Don’t worry, unnie, I wouldn’t let Minhee go out if she was sick,” Jisu said with a smile. Her smile was so sweet but Minhee knew that behind it hid mischief. It was a smile similar to the one she would give her right before she was about to be a brat. It made Minhee’s pulse jump and butterflies erupted in her stomach.
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Chris turned her attention to Lixie then and began to engage in a conversation with her about one of the records she was working on. Minhee rubbed a hand over her face and took a deep breath to try to steady herself. She tried to focus on the conversations going on around her but Jisu was once again leaning into her space, even more so this time. She rested her round cheek against her shoulder and looked up at her with wide, sparkling eyes that made Minhee feel so in love she could be sick.
“How do you feel, unnie?” she asked, quiet enough that only Minhee could hear. Her breath brushed against the side of her neck and she shuddered a little. She hoped that Jisu didn’t notice, but she definitely did based on the way she giggled.
“Feeling just fine,” Minhee answered. She tongued her cheek and flexed her fingers. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh and it burned. “Never better, actually.”
“Hmm,” Jisu hummed. She tapped her fingers against Minhee’s skin and lifted her head. “I see.” Something in the tone of her voice sent a shiver down her spine and she breathed slowly out of her nose. Calm. Calm. I am so. Calm.
Jisu sat back up and Minhee almost missed how the hand that wasn’t on her thigh slipped into her purse. Fuck. She gulped audibly and shifted in her seat. Jisu engaged in conversation with Lixie and Minhee waited. And waited. But nothing came for a while, so she allowed herself to relax. She was calm even as Hyunjin and Jeongin finally arrived and they flagged the waiter over to their table to finally order their food because surely, Jisu knew better than to turn the vibrator on while she was trying to order her food.
Minhee should have known to never be so trusting.
The second she opened her mouth to ramble off what she wanted, she jolted, an electric current coursing through her body. Her breath caught in her throat and a wave of heat washed over her. Her cheeks were on fire and it felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh.
“I’ll take—u-uhm—” She inhaled through her nose and gritted her teeth. The vibrator wasn’t on its highest setting, but it definitely wasn’t on the lowest either. The vibrations against her clit were enough alone to drive her mad—warmth pulsed in her stomach, her breathing shallowed, her pussy clenched around the dildo end, and fuck. Jisu was in so much trouble.
“The spice—spicy chicken, yeah,” she managed after an awkwardly long pause. The waiter hummed and gave a curt nod, probably so used to customers behaving in all sorts of ways that he didn’t even notice. But Minhee was humiliated. And so turned on. And incredibly pissed off.
When the waiter finished taking their orders, everyone’s attention turned to Minhee. Everyone including Jisu. Concern was written all over her face, her eyebrows raised in faux worry. But Minhee knew better.
“You sure you’re okay, unnie?” Jisu asked, blinking up at her innocently. Her hand was still in the purse.
“Are you high?” Jeongin asked immediately after. Minhee’s ears burned and she shook her head vehemently.
“Of course I’m not high, I’m fine,” she insisted with a huff. She took a long sip of her water, hoping it would cool her down a bit. The vibrations were sending near continuous shocks of pleasure through her body and it was already so much. Too much. “I just blanked on what I wanted ‘s all.” She shrugged, making sure to give Jisu a reassuring smile. She hoped it didn’t look as forced to everyone else as it felt.
“Well, if you need to head out, we understand,” Lixie said with a gentle smile. Minhee’s eye twitched.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” She gave Lixie a genuine smile because no one in the world could be anything but soft with her. Minhee had a soft spot for Jisu too, but it was different when she was being a brat. She still needed a bit of firmness sometimes. And this was apparently one of those times.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Jisu said with a sugary-sweet giggle, while underneath the table her hand slid up Minhee’s thigh, her fingertips just grazing the inside. Minhee’s breath hitched and she swallowed. A bead of sweat ran down her temple and she squeezed her thighs together which ended up trapping Jisu’s fingers between them. She heard her inhale sharply and then the vibrations increased.
Minhee choked, eyes going wide. Jeongin gave them a look but then turned her focus back to Hyunjin who was glued to her side. Jisu pecked her cheek. “Still good, unnie?” she whispered, delivering a squeeze to the plushest part of Minhee’s thigh. The touch caused the muscles in her stomach to flex.
“Oh, great,” she gritted. She slunk her hand around Jisu’s waist and gave it a firm squeeze. A warning. “Think you ca—mm.” She burned with embarrassment at the moan that slipped past her lips. It was quiet enough for no one else to notice, at least she hoped, but it was still there. Jisu laughed, but Minhee’s tightening grip on her waist cut her off. “You’re so in for it.”
Jisu wet her lips and her eyelashes fluttered before she glanced away. Then, to Minhee’s surprise, the vibrations turned off and Jisu’s hand returned to her own lap. And just in time for the waiter to return with their food. She let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of her water. There was a sheen of sweat over her heated face but as soon as the vibrations stopped she could feel herself calming down. Maybe Jisu knew how to listen after all.
She thanked the waiter when her food was set down and took the opportunity of freedom to start talking to Chris. She hadn’t seen her in a while with Chris being so busy with her producing job and Minhee being busy with her own job as a choreographer. At the same time, Jisu became engrossed in a conversation with Seungah about whether or not bones were hollow and Minhee almost forgot about the vibrator. She would have completely forgotten about it if she weren’t still dripping wet and if there wasn’t still need twisting in the pit of her stomach. So little by little, she gradually let her guard down.
“Come on, unnie, what’s one dance lesson gonna hurt?” Minhee asked Chris, wiggling her eyebrows. “Besides, I’m sure all the club goers would be very happy to see your improve—”
“I’m not listening, nope, nope!” Chris exclaimed, cupping her hands over her ears. “I do not need a reminder of my dancing skills!”
Minhee laughed, tossing her head back a little. “Or lack thereof.” She took a bite of her chicken and licked a bit of sauce off her fingers, tongue flicking over each digit one by one before she wiped them with a napkin—and that’s when she felt attention on her again. She had barely made eye contact with Jisu before she felt the stimulation from the vibrator again. She choked on air and the muscles in her thighs twitched as she tried to keep herself from reacting but the stimulation was too much. The arousal hit her so fast she felt lightheaded, breathless, and it felt like she was going to go cross-eyed. But fuck, everyone was looking, everyone could see—
“Minhee?” Chris asked, frowning softly.
“Yeah?” she breathed out, reaching for another piece of chicken. Maybe if she could just focus on eating she wouldn’t register the vibrations, that were definitely set even higher than before. She took a bite and swallowed forcefully.
Through the haze, she registered Jisu’s hand on her thigh again. Fingers trailing up, up, slipping under her skirt. Oh, she was getting brave.
Chris opened her mouth to say something after a moment but then she closed it. Her eyes moved up and down Minhee, taking her in, and she felt like she was being examined, scrutinized. Then Chris’s cheeks reddened and she looked down at her plate. “Oh, uh—never mind. Nothing.” Minhee’s stomach swooped. She noticed. There was no way that she didn’t notice. She might not have known exactly what was going on, but she knew something was up.
Minhee knew her cheeks were probably fifty different shades of scarlet, but she tried to focus on something else, even as the pressure between her legs intensified. Jisu didn’t seem to like the fact that she wasn’t reacting as much as she wanted, so she slipped her hand all the way underneath Minhee’s skirt and flipped the vibrator setting up. This caused Minhee’s hips to jerk, her walls spasming around the vibrating dildo. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth and sent a glare towards Jisu, but she just giggled and scooped up another bite of food with her chopsticks.
Sweat gathered on her temples. She took another sip of her water. She was completely zoned out from the conversation around her, her hips grinding down involuntarily every couple of minutes. Jisu’s fingers continued to tease the soft skin of her inner thighs and no one questioned why Jisu’s one hand had disappeared under the table for so long. Minhee’s panties were completely soaked through even though she was essentially plugged up by the dildo inside her. The insides of her thighs were sticky with her wetness. For a moment, she wondered if Jisu could feel it against her fingertips.
Participating in conversation was no longer an option even though she tried. She got a few words in here and there, all too breathless, her voice too high. There was no way most of their friends hadn’t picked up that something was off, even if they didn’t question it. Chris had certainly taken notice and Jeongin gave her a few glances that told her she knew something was up, and that something wasn’t illness related. Her eyes had even gone to Jisu and more specifically, her hand under the table. The hand that was touching Minhee, fingernails scraping against supple skin, ghosting over stretch marks, massaging. There was no way Jeongin didn’t know, too.
And shit, for the first time she really wished that Jisu didn’t know how sensitive her thighs were.
Time lost its meaning as Minhee attempted to hold onto her sanity. She should have seen it coming, really, but it crept up on her all the same. One moment she was struggling to focus on anything else, anything but the constant stimulation on her clit and inside her, and the next moment, she felt it. That familiar, twisting, tightening sensation in her lower stomach, like a spring being wound up, ready to explode. She snapped her head to the side, eyes wide, panicked. She made eye contact with Jisu and pleaded silently, but Jisu smiled and shrugged. Her heart raced when she realized Jisu’s hand instead was climbing up further, pushing her skirt up until—until her fingertips were pressed against the heat of Minhee’s cunt. She looked across the table with an innocent smile, said something to Lixie that Minhee didn’t register through the ringing in her ears, and rubbed firm circles over her clit.
The added pressure right over the vibrator and the knowledge that Jisu was touching her in a restaurant, with all their friends present, was what pushed Minhee over the edge. She had no control over the spring when it finally burst. She came. Slack-jawed and silent, with a white-knuckled grip on her knees. Her hole clenched rhythmically around the dildo and the world around her turned to static. The excess wetness soaked through her panties and wet her thighs and her cheeks burned from the sensation. Oh god. She came. In public. She came in public with Jisu’s hand slipped under her skirt, while eating dinner. Fuck.
The world paused, Jisu froze while Minhee panted. And before anyone could question what was going on, Jisu removed her hand and stood up, a smile too bright to be natural on her face, and said, “Well! I think Minhee and I should head out! Get dessert, you know? Lixie, you can send me money right? Yeah? Thanks so much!”
She grabbed her purse and Minhee’s hand and pulled her to stand up. Her legs shook underneath her. “Um yeah, Jisu and I have…plans,” she said, her voice scratchy.
“You know, Jeongin and I just did our plans before we—” Hyunjin started, but Seungah reached over and covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Chaebin proceeded to take her hand away before Hyunjin could start making a scene.
“Well, have fun!” Lixie said, always good-natured. “It was nice having dinner with you! I’ll send you the bill, Jisu.”
“Thanks!” Jisu said, flashing her a quick smile. Then she spun around on her heel and dragged Minhee out of the restaurant, making her almost trip over her feet.
They got to the car and Jisu pulled Minhee to the driver’s side and then sat down in the passenger’s seat. No matter how much control she thought she had over Minhee, she would always be a passenger princess. “Um,” she started as soon as they were both seated. “Did you actually…?”
“Yes I actually did,” Minhee stated through clenched teeth. Sweat collected on her temple and ran down her face. “So, Jisu— mmh— why don’t you turn the damn thing off now.” She was already pulling out as she spoke, desperate to get back so she could absolutely ruin Jisu. It was probably unsafe for her to even be driving in the state she was in, the constant buzzing of the vibrator against her cunt driving her mad from overstimulation. If it went on much longer she would probably come again and she couldn’t while driving. Fuck, there was no way she was letting Jisu get away with this. She had already gotten away with far too much. At this point, she would be dealing out her punishment for the next week.
Jisu stared at her, not answering for a moment. Her eyes blinked rapidly, a habit she’d picked up from Minhee, and damn it, it made her look adorable even in the corner of Minhee’s eyes. “What if I say no?”
Minhee almost stopped the car. “ No?”
Jisu gulped audibly and nodded. “Y-yeah. No. You know the safe word.”
Minhee’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She never imagined Jisu, her obedient Jisu would use one of her own methods for her. Jisu could be a brat sometimes but this was above her usual level of brattiness. If you give a mouse a cookie, or something like that… “Listen, jagi,” Minhee began, forcing her voice to remain steady. “There—there is already a punishment waiting for you when we get back. I might be nice this time and keep it to just today if you can be good until we get there. But if— ngh —if you don’t listen, I’ll drag it on, and on…is that what you want, sweetheart?” She spared a split second to glance over at Jisu. Her cheeks were rosy and her plump bottom lip was trapped between her teeth.
“I…” Jisu tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “…maybe?”
Minhee scoffed, incredulous, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You want me to not let you come for a week, baby?”
Jisu was silent. Minhee’s head was buzzing and the ends of her limbs felt like pins and needles. Shit—it had to, it had to stop, it—then it did. Without a word, Jisu turned off the vibrator and Minhee’s entire body relaxed.
“Ahh,” she breathed out, sinking back against her seat. “That’s a good girl. I knew you could listen.”
“Yeah, I’m good, unnie!”
“Mhm, we’ll see about that. That’s not enough to save you when we get back.” Now that Minhee didn’t feel like her clit was going to fall off, she could concentrate on how exactly she would deal with Jisu when they got back. She didn’t need to be any hornier than she already was but the thoughts swirling through her head added to the cocktail of desire in her gut.
The rest of their drive home was a blur. All Minhee could remember was that at some point she had put her hand on Jisu’s thigh as a reminder of what was the come. Oh how the tables had turned.
Once they were back to their apartment, Minhee wasted no time. She grabbed Jisu by the waist and pulled her close, then crashed their lips together. Jisu tasted sweet despite the savory meal they’d had at the restaurant, and Minhee took it all in, sucking on her bottom lip and laving her tongue over it. Jisu panted into her mouth when she slipped a hand between their thighs and pressed the pads of her fingers against her pussy through her jeans. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Minhee groaned against her mouth. She reached around and grabbed Jisu’s ass with her other hand and licked past her parted lips, drinking her in like a woman starved. Jisu whined pathetically and did her best to kiss back as she rolled her hips down against Minhee’s hand. Minhee could feel the dampness from how wet she was even through the thick fabric.
“Look at you, so desperate, and you weren’t even the one with a vibrator in your pussy. Is that what you wanted this whole time?” Minhee nipped at her bottom lip, pulling a sweet mewl from her. “Messed with unnie the whole time just so I’d have you like this, hm?”
Jisu nodded dumbly. “Just wan—wanted unnie to feel good. Wanted unnie t-to make me feel good, too” she breathed.
“Is that so?” Minhee’s voice was rough with desire because nothing got her more than how pliant Jisu could be for her. Everything at the restaurant had been an act to get what she wanted. At the end of the day they both knew exactly who had control.
“Yes— yes.”
“Then let’s get to the bedroom, hm?” Minhee placed a kiss on the corner of her lips and squeezed her ass. “I want you to strip for me as soon as we get there.”
Jisu nodded excitedly and gave Minhee a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off to their shared bedroom. Minhee huffed out a laugh as she followed her, working on pulling off her top in the process.
She stepped into the bedroom and Jisu immediately went slack-jawed, her eyes trailing over Minhee’s breasts first and then her soft tummy after. Her gaze made Minhee shy even though they had been together for so long. She would just never get used to how Jisu took her in like she was worshiping her.
“I thought I said to strip for me, princess,” Minhee said with a quirk of her eyebrows after Jisu had been staring so long that the entirety of Minhee’s upper body felt hot.
“Oh uh—yes unnie,” she answered. She started with her jeans first, unbuttoning them tantalizingly slow. Minhee took that time to admire the way her jeans hugged her thighs and how they emphasized her tiny waist.
“So pretty, jagi,” she mumbled reverently as she sat down on the bed.
Red spread across Jisu’s face and she smiled shyly, biting her lip. “Thank you, unnie,” she whispered. She tossed her pants to the side and Minhee’s eyes locked onto the pretty panties she was wearing—they were a baby-blue and lacy, a perfect color against her tan skin. Minhee remembered when she bought them, and she knew she had a matching bra to go with them.
Jisu’s hands hesitated at the hem of her top but Minhee waved her hand, urging her to continue. “Go on, baby. Show unnie your pretty waist.”
Jisu huffed. “You just want to see my boobs.”
“Maybe.” Minhee smirked. “I know you don’t mind. But come on, Jisu, I’m getting impatient.”
Jisu’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she pulled her top off like she was instructed. Her boobs bounced with how fast she tore it off and Minhee’s mouth watered. Her hands itched to grab as Jisu reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing her soft tits and small nipples. “Fuck, c’mere. Lay down on the bed for me.”
“You don’t want me to take these off, too?” Jisu asked, dragging her fingertips over the lace hem of her panties. Minhee shook her head as she climbed up to the edge of the bed and got on her knees.
“I want those for myself.” She grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her hair wasn’t as long as it used to be but she had still been meaning to cut it. Having short hair made what she wanted to do a lot easier.
Jisu climbed onto the bed in front of her and laid down, her wavy brown hair splaying around her head. She had the audacity to look shy even though she had been so confident with what she had been doing to Minhee earlier, and even though she had been in this position about a hundred times. Saliva filled Minhee’s mouth as she looked over her—red cheeks, tiny waist, soft thighs, caramel skin. There was a bruise on her collarbone and one in her inner thigh that hadn’t faded yet. She would have to add more.
“God, I can’t wait to take you apart,” Minhee sighed, reaching out to squeeze Jisu’s thighs. Jisu let out a soft moan as her fingers dug into the flesh and Minhee licked her lips. She leaned over her in an attempt to kiss her again, but then she felt the vibrator inside her shift and she hissed. “Let me get this cursed thing out first.” She scrunched her nose and made quick work of slipped out of her skirt, all while Jisu stared at her with shining eyes.
“You liked it,” she said, desire dripping from her voice, with just a hint of amusement underneath it.
Minhee rolled her eyes as she reached between her legs and grabbed the base of the vibrator, pulling it out with a wet squelch. Jisu’s breath hitched when Minhee held the toy up for a second, the fluids coating it glistening in the fair light. Then, she tossed it aside. “Hm, now I can fully focus on you.”
She crawled between Jisu’s thighs and lowered herself to the bed so that her face rested right over her boobs. When she looked up, Jisu was looking down at her through hooded lashes, small pants coming out of her parted lips. “Always so cute, Jisu-yah.” Without giving Jisu time to respond, she dipped her head down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.
“ Aahh! Minhee,” Jisu squeaked, body jerking underneath her. Minhee hummed around the nipple and swirled her tongue. She could hear Jisu’s heart drumming against her chest, her breathing becoming more erratic with each flick of her tongue. She used her free hand to grope her other breast, thumbing over the nipple just to hear Jisu gasp.
“Unnie, please, please,” Jisu begged. Her voice was getting that higher pitch it always got when she was desperate, and it almost convinced Minhee. Almost. But she was feeling a little mean.
She popped off her nipple, a strand of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “Please what, jagi?” she asked as she squeezed her breast. Her eyes flicked down to how the flesh spilled between her fingertips and had to squeeze her own thighs together.
“Please…” Jisu wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Touch me, Minhee-unnie, please.”
“Hm…” Minhee pretended to think about it. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? Or have you been a brat?”
Jisu blinked at her. “I—uh—”
“Dumb already, huh?” Minhee smirked down at her. “Give me an answer and maybe I’ll touch you.” She had no plans of not touching Jisu but she wanted to mess with her. She wanted to touch her just as much as Jisu wanted to be touched, maybe even more.
“I…” Red washed over Jisu’s cheeks and she averted her gaze. “I’ve been a brat…”
“There it is,” Minhee cooed with faux sympathy.
Jisu’s eyes glazed over and she swallowed audibly. “Please…will you? T-touch me? I’ll be good now, so good, I promise.”
And oh, Minhee would be cruel to deny her. How could she say no when she looked up at her like that, sparkling eyes pleading, pretty lips pushed out in a pout, round cheeks dusted cherry-red? She could do so many things to punish her, but saying no wasn’t one of them.
“Let’s see if you can keep that promise, hm?”
Minhee dipped her head down again just to suck on the skin of Jisu’s other tit—at the same time, she slipped her hand between Jisu’s spread legs and pressed the heel of her palm against her through her panties. Jisu arched at the combined sensation and whined, high-pitched and airy. Her panties were soaked through. She was so wet it made Minhee’s mouth water and she almost drooled a little bit against her skin.
“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart,” Minhee breathed. She shuffled back, catching another glimpse of Jisu’s already fucked-out expression. “Aww, baby, you look like such a slut.”
Jisu inhaled sharply and covered her face with her hands. Minhee shook her head and reached up to pull them down. “None of that. You’re gonna look at me the whole time, got it? I want to see you.”
A quick nod was all Minhee needed before she got down between Jisu’s thighs and laid on her stomach. Jisu’s pussy was still covered by her soaked-through panties, so Minhee hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged. “Lift your butt, Jisu.” Jisu easily complied, lifting her hips off the bed so Minhee could pull them all the way off. She tossed them in some random direction and then set her eyes back on her target. Jisu’s folds were wet and glistening with her slick and her clit was pink and swollen—perfect.
“Unnie, st-stop staring,” Jisu whimpered, thighs coming to close around Minhee’s head. She grabbed her knees and pushed them back apart as a grin spread across her face.
“Sorry, jagi, Jisu’s pussy is just so pretty. So pretty and perfect for me.”
Jisu’s embarrassed whines filled her ears as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. A drop of drool dripped down onto the sheets. Then, without warning, she pressed her tongue flat against Jisu’s cunt. She gasped, legs kicking out, and she scrambled to grab the sheets. Minhee’s lips quirked up as she ran her tongue from her hole to her clit, collecting her juices in the process. She moaned at her taste. Eating Jisu out would always be one of her favorite things. She could never get over how wet she got, how she tasted, how she smelled.
When her tongue flicked over Jisu’s clit, she swallowed slick she collected, making eye contact with Jisu at the same time. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could just drink you.” She laved her tongue over her cunt again and watched as Jisu bit her lip. Her hole clenched, squeezing out more fluid. It made Minhee lightheaded.
She continued running her tongue over her, just to hear her gasp. When she’d had enough (though she’d truly never had enough), she closed her lips over her clit, licking and sucking at it like it were a piece of candy between her lips. Jisu cried out, writhing against the sheets. Her thighs shut around Minhee’s head and this time she let her do it.
“ Nghhh— unnie, unnie, please, more,” Jisu begged. She rolled her hips forward, grinding against her face while she sucked on her clit. Wetness collected between Minhee’s own legs. Fucking hell, she was so gone for Jisu.
Just like Jisu requested, she gave her more. She alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her tongue into her dripping hole, curling her tongue like she was licking ice cream. Jisu moaned loudly when she fucked her, thrusting in and out, in and out. She was reduced to a pathetic, fucked-out mess. Moans and airy whines intermixed with gibberish falling from her lips every other second. Minhee moaned with her as she mouthed at her cunt just to get a reaction from the vibrations her moans created. It worked so well.
She swirled her tongue around her clit and pressed two fingers inside her at the same time. She knew how to flick her tongue just right, knew where to press her fingers to bring Jisu to the edge. Her pressed her fingers against her walls and she keened. The signs were all there—the muscles in Jisu’s thighs tensed, her whole clenched rhythmically around Minhee’s thumb, her stomach pulled taut.
So easy.
“I’m—oh fuck, please, ‘m gonna, I—”
Her body went rigid, but just before she could tip over the edge, Minhee pulled back, leaving her with nothing. She relaxed against the bed, panting. The edges of her eyes glittered with tears.
“Wha— unnie, why did you do that?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse from her moans and there was wateriness to it that told Minhee she was close to crying. That thought probably shouldn’t have turned her on so much.
“I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” she asked, tilting her head. She knew she must’ve looked a sight from the way Jisu looked at her. Her chin was wet and dripping and her lips tingled. But nothing beat how Jisu looked, her wide eyes pleading as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching up to wipe the tear away. It did nothing to help because the fingers she used were coated in Jisu’s wetness.
“Unnie’s mean,” Jisu sniffled.
Minhee cooed and brought her hand down to cup Jisu’s chin. “Aw, unnie’s mean, hm?”
Jisu nodded adamantly, another tear running down her face. Minhee pouted down at her. “Poor, sweet girl.” She brushed her fingers over her bottom lip and her lips parted automatically, allowing Minhee to push them inside. She whimpered when she tasted herself, eyes going a little hazy. Minhee grinned in response, pressing down on her tongue. “If you think I’m being mean, maybe I should just stop. You wanna stop, baby?”
Jisu’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. Drool ran down her chin and coated her pink lips. Minhee pressed down more firmly on her tongue and she gagged, her eyes immediately brimming with more tears. “That’s what I thought.” Minhee chuckled and pulled her fingers out of Jisu’s mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Stay there, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get something. Be a good girl. No touching.”
A whimper and a pathetic nod was all Minhee got as she got off the bed. She went to their closet and pulled out a box of various different toys—a grin spread across her face when her eyes landed on the item she wanted—a sparkly mint green strap. When she first suggested buying it, Jisu blushed and said that it was tacky. Minhee bought it immediately.
When Minhee turned around, Jisu’s eyes were glued onto her and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her legs were still spread, so Minhee got a nice view of her pink pussy, shiny and dripping. She licked her lips. Fuck.
“Such a good girl, being so patient for me,” she said as she climbed back onto the bed.
“Wan—wanna be good for unnie,” Jisu whispered, voice shaky. Minhee smiled and bent down to kiss her tummy.
“Is that right? You’re doing a good job of it.”
She made quick work of putting on the strap-on, clasping it around her hips with deft fingers. The material dug into the plush flesh of her hips and was probably a bit too tight, but she’d picked up on the fact that Jisu loved when she spilled over the straps a bit.
Jisu’s breath was coming in a bit ragged as Minhee got ready and it only got worse when she looked down at her and hooked her hands under her knees. Her breath hitched and her eyes went wide. God, Minhee could just devour her. “Are you ready, princess?” she asked, tilting her head. Jisu swallowed, her throat bobbing. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” she hiccuped. “I’m ready. Please. Please fuck me, unnie.”
Minhee inhaled sharply and dug her nails into Jisu’s thighs. “Fuck, jagi.” She could have made Jisu beg, but now she was getting desperate to see her fall apart too.
The sound Jisu made when Minhee pushed inside of her was enough to make her go entirely insane. She tossed her head back against the pillows and keened high in her throat, the sound becoming a little choked when Minhee pushed her legs back to fold her in half. She panted and whimpered breathlessly as she adjusted to the stretch. The corners of her eyes still glistened with tears. The sight made Minhee a little dizzy.
“Ready for me to move now?”
Jisu nodded rapidly. “Please, please. I need—need— ahhh!”
Minhee gritted her teeth as she snapped her hips forward, punching a loud, debauched moan out of Jisu. She didn’t give her a second to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, choked moans and breathless whines spilling from her parted lips. Her legs trembled. Drool ran down her cheek.
A bead of sweat rolled down Minhee’s temple. She felt closer to the edge than even the vibrator had made her feel, just from the sight of Jisu falling apart. “You’re so fucking perfect. The prettiest girl, holy shit.”
She thrust her hips harder and Jisu’s eyes went wide. “ Fuck— oh, fuck,” she gasped, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. The strength of Minhee’s thrusts had her sliding up the bed.
“Satisfied now that you’re all—filled up?” Minhee asked, breathless. “‘S that what my jagi needed? To be fucked like a slut?”
“Hnnng,” Jisu moaned. “Wan’ more.”
“More?” Minhee gripped her thighs so hard there would be bruises there later. The skin gave so easily under her fingers that they were probably already bruised. “You want more? Why—” she groaned as Jisu spread her legs more, allowing her to press into her more fully. “—why should I give you more?”
She pouted at her from between her knees and Minhee went a little cross-eyed. She was weak, so weak for her. “Alright, I’ll give you more, then.”
She hiked Jisu’s hips up so that her knees could hook over her shoulders and then she slowly slid out. Jisu held her breath. Minhee pulled out, inch by inch, until only the tip was left inside. And then she slammed back into her, her hips meeting her ass with a loud smack!
Jisu’s mouth fell open and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh fuckkk— Min–unnie!” she moaned. The heels of her feet dug into Minhee’s back, pulling her closer. She was completely bent over her. She could feel Jisu’s breath brushing against her lips with every pant and when sweat dripped down her nose, it landed on Jisu’s cheek.
“That–hah–that good enough for you, princess?” Minhee gritted through clenched teeth. Jisu only whined in response.
It only took a few more thrusts for Jisu to start babbling again, senseless pleas and needy little moans tumbling from her lips every couple of seconds. “Please, pl-please unnie, gonna– mmm– gonna come, please!” she gasped. Minhee’s breath hitched and suddenly she was completely overwhelmed with Jisu’s sounds and how she looked beneath her, completely fucked out and desperate. So she turned her head to the side and bit down on her thigh.
“Ow! Unnie!” Jisu sniffed. She pushed her hips forward, sucking the strap deeper. “Mean, so mean.”
Minhee laughed softly and leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Shh, maybe, you’re just too cute and too fucking sexy.” Jisu pouted, but her pout was wiped away as soon as Minhee continued her thrusts again. Jisu’s breath stuttered and she whimpered, back arching.
“Oh–I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”
Minhee stopped her thrusts all together and pulled out, leaving Jisu with nothing but the teasing stimulation of the dildo’s tip brushing against her wet folds.
Jisu sobbed brokenly and slumped against the bed. “Please–” she cried. “Why’d you stop? I want to come.”
“You’re getting punished, remember baby?” Minhee said. She rubbed a soothing hand over Jisu’s tummy. “Just one more and then you can come. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait just a little longer?”
Jisu’s face was already streaked with new tears but she nodded. “I–I can.”
“That’s my girl.”
She let Jisu calm down for a bit longer, leaning down to press soft kisses to her mouth. Jisu melted against her, allowing their lips to move together languidly while Minhee’s hands ran up and down her body. Her skin was soft and clammy from sweat and so perfect Minhee could have touched her forever. But she did tell her that she would let her come eventually, so after another minute of kissing, she pulled away and got back into position.
“Ready, sweetheart? Still want to keep going?”
Jisu smiled softly and wrapped her legs around Minhee’s waist. “‘M ready. We can keep going.”
Minhee smiled back and gave her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”
She wet her lips as she slid back into her cunt. Warmth pooled in her stomach at how easily she sucked the strap and she felt the walls of her own hole clench around nothing at the slick sound it made entering her. She took a deep breath to ground herself. Jisu whimpered softly and looked up at her with pleading eyes and that was all she needed to start fucking into her again.
This time her thrusts were slower, more calculated, but she still pushed deep, hitting at an angle she knew Jisu liked the most. It was just as effective as fucking her roughly because she couldn’t stay still or keep quiet, hips twitching with every thrust. She was so wet that slick dripped onto Minhee’s hips as it collected on the dildo. It made her mouth water. She’d have to eat her out again after they had rested.
This time, Jisu reached her peak a lot faster. Soon she was writhing against the bed, the muscles in her stomach fluttering when Minhee rolled her hips.
“Hnng–unnie please. I’m cl-close so close, let me come please.”
Minhee smiled down at her, a little condescending, but still sweet. “I told you,” she said, “one more time. Then I’ll let you come.”
The way Jisu cried out was music to Minhee’s ears. She let Jisu get right to the edge and just before she came, she stopped her thrusts all together again and pulled out, leaving her empty and aching. Jisu whimpered and cried softly beneath her, mumbling out how she wanted to come; “So bad, I need it, unnie.” Minhee sighed lovingly and kissed her calf.
“Shh, jagi, you’ll get to come now. You were so, so good.”
“I was good?” Jisu asked, eyes sparkling. Minhee’s heart jumped.
“Of course, so good, my princess.” She let her relax against the bed so she could rest for a moment and so that she could be at a better angle to kiss her. Jisu sighed against her mouth while she carded her fingers through her hair. “How do you want it baby? Want unnie to keep fucking you? Or do you maybe want my fingers?” She reached down between them and ran her fingertips over Jisu’s clit. The shiver and gasp she got in response was a good indication.
“Can–can I have your fingers, please? Wanna feel you, just you.”
A smile spread across Minhee’s face and she gave Jisu one last kiss. “Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want now.”
She sat up and quickly undid the strap and set it off to the side. They were definitely going to have to clean the sheets from how wet it was but that was something for later them to worry about.
Jisu was waiting patiently when she got back between her thighs. Minhee was shocked she hadn’t even tried to touch herself, not even once. Maybe what she did at the restaurant had been enough bratting for one day. “I’m gonna make you feel so good now, okay?”
From this angle, it was easy to lean over Jisu and capture her lips in a kiss. Jisu was greedy now, her lips parting immediately and her tongue flicking out to taste Minhee. She kissed her with just as much vigor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The wet smack of their lips together and Jisu’s soft moans when she licked into her mouth almost covered up the sound of Minhee’s two fingers slipping into her pussy. Jisu’s moan was unmistakable though, as was the way her hips kicked in response.
Minhee grinned as she curled her fingers and Jisu moaned. She swallowed the sound down with a kiss, slotting their lips together so that any sound was muffled. When she began thrusting her fingers, Jisu gasped into her mouth and pushed her hips down to meet her hand. The walls of her cunt were hot around her fingers and velvety-smooth, and they sucked her in.
A groan made its way up Minhee’s throat when Jisu clenched around her. “Fuck,” she mumbled. Her head was spinning—she was dizzy with arousal. “You take me so well, shit. So fucking good.”
“Unnie,” Jisu whimpered, going a little cross-eyed. Minhee pressed her palm against her clit in response and curled her fingers. “Oh my–oh my gosh. Nghhh–fuck!” She grinded down against her palm, desperate for any stimulation she could get. Insatiable.
Minhee was so wet between her own legs that it was becoming ridiculous. Jisu’s reactions to getting fingered alone were probably enough to make her come. Her pretty noises sent waves of arousal rolling through her body and the slick squelching sounds of her fingers made her lightheaded.
“Baby,” she groaned. She spread her fingers and Jisu whimpered.
“I’m getting—” she cut herself off with a desperate whine as Minhee pumped her fingers deeper. “Hnng—I’m getting close again.”
Minhee could tell by the way she was clenching around her rhythmically and the way her kisses were turning into nothing more than pants against her mouth. “You can come whenever you want, baby.”
“Thank you, thank you—”
Minhee started fingerfucking her with more vigor, sliding the digits in and out while Jisu grinded against her hand desperately. She squirmed against the bed and twitched with every curl of Minhee’s fingers and fuck. She was such a sight with her red, swollen lips and eyelashes clumped together with tears. Minhee could finger her like this for hours but she had a promise to keep.
This time, Jisu couldn’t even warn Minhee. She tossed her head back, her pretty neck arching. The muscles of her stomach went taut and her hole spasmed around Minhee’s fingers, and then she was coming. Wetness spilled over her hand as Jisu trembled and her eyes widened. “Holy shit—”
“ Nghhh,” came Jisu’s weak response. Her juices ran down between Minhee’s fingers and dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Minhee bit her lip. Jisu didn’t squirt often, so seeing it, feeling it, was otherworldly. She had to blink herself back to reality as she fingered her through her orgasm. Fuck, she wanted to take her apart endlessly.
When Jisu finally came down from her high, chest heaving with her uneven breaths, she whined and covered her face. “Oh my gosh…unnie…I can’t believe I did that.” Embarrassment seeped into her voice and Minhee had half the mind to tease her, but she didn’t. Instead, she slipped her fingers out and brought her hand to her mouth. With a lopsided grin, she sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked between them.
“Minhee!” Jisu exclaimed, incredulous. “Why would you do that?”
Minhee giggled and flopped down beside her. “Couldn’t help myself. You always taste good. And I love it when you do that.” She ran her clean hand through Jisu’s messy hair and the younger sighed softly.
“It’s embarrassing…” she mumbled.
Minhee chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing embarrassing about it. You’re adorable.”
Jisu gave a playful roll of her eyes and Minhee opened her arms as she scooted closer.
“We need to get cleaned up,” Minhee said.
“Sleep first,” Jisu mumbled against her chest. “You made me go through three almost orgasms and—” her head suddenly snapped up and her eyes widened. “Minhee-unnie, I never made you come.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout which Minhee quickly kissed away.
“Shh, don’t worry. I came once earlier, remember?” She pressed another reassuring kiss to the corner of Jisu’s mouth. “Besides, I know you’ll make it up to me later, right? With this pretty mouth of yours.” She brushed her thumb over Jisu’s bottom lip, giggling when she shuddered.
“You’re gonna make me horny again.”
Minhee cackled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” She continued combing her fingers through Jisu’s hair and pressed her head against her chest. Jisu told her once that hearing her heartbeat after they had sex was always comforting. So she always made sure she could be pressed right up against her.
“After we have a little nap and a bath, do you want to watch a Studio Ghibli movie with me?” she asked softly after a moment. Jisu nodded vigorously. Her hair tickled Minhee’s neck.
“Mhm!” she agreed, voice muffled against her chest.
Minhee smiled and bent her head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Studio Ghibli it is. I’ll get us some ice cream too.” Jisu made a noncommittal hum and kissed the side of her boob.
“Sounds perfect, unnie.”
As they cuddled up together, Jisu dozed off, but Minhee’s mind began to wander. She'd discovered some things about herself earlier in the evening that she would have to explore later. But there was no way she would let Jisu ever realize the full extent of how affected she was. They both knew that Jisu's control had been entirely faux control...but as Minhee thought longer, she came to a question; Had it really?
Summary: Minho wakes up horny and Jisung is willing
Tags: Smut, power bottom!Minho, top!Jisung, light somnophilia, needy Minho, morning sex
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Minho woke up hot. His body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and his bangs were sticking to his forehead. Jisung’s body had been plastered to him the whole night, accounting for most of the heat. But there was also another problem. He was hard and so horny.
He’d had some kind of wet dream–one that he now couldn’t remember–but the effects still remained. And what was worse was the fact that he could feel Jisung’s own dick pressed against his lower back from how he was spooning him, and it was most definitely hard as well. His mouth filled with saliva and he gulped it down. When he shifted he could feel Jisung twitch behind him and it only made the burning need in his stomach intensify, the ache in his cock grow.
He didn’t want to wake Jisung up. They had been busy lately and Jisung had already fucked him well before they went to sleep, so Minho knew he couldn’t be greedy, but fuck. He was so horny it was making him dizzy. He needed something, anything. He felt so incredibly empty and it didn’t help that he was still stretched from when he had ridden Jisung previously. The ache still remained in his ass and his thighs and rather than satiating him, it only made him crave more.
Perhaps he could get up without Jisung waking and get off quickly. He tried wiggling out of his grasp, but that caused him to mumble in his sleep and stir. Shit.
He inhaled slowly through his nose and tried to picture anything at all that could get his hard cock to go down–old grannies, the ugly monster from the shitty horror movie he and Jisung had just watched–but nothing worked. Jisung had even shifted so now instead of his dick pressing into Minho’s back, it was pressed into his ass, so close yet so far away from where he actually needed it.
Minho instinctively rolled his hips back against Jisung’s crotch and suppressed a groan at the feeling. His stomach stirred and his cock twitched in the confines of his boxers. He needed to stop, go back to sleep, let Jisung sleep, he–
“Jagi.”
Minho gasped at the sound of Jisung’s sleep-addled voice, followed by a press of his hips against him. He shuddered and exhaled through his nose. “Hannie?” he whispered. When he got nothing in response he huffed and clenched his fists. He was doing that in his sleep. Minho gasped again when Jisung’s arms tightened around him and he was pulled closer to the warmth of his body. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“Sung-ah. Jisungie,” Minho called, wetting his lips. Jisung would probably want to sleep, but he could go back to sleep while Minho had a little fun, right? “ Baby,” he sang, twisting around so that he could face his boyfriend. He poked Jisung’s cheek a couple times and after a moment he groaned and then his eyes fluttered open.
“Mm, hyung?” he mumbled, the raspiness of his voice sending shivers down Minho’s spine.
“Sorry for waking you, jagiya. I just woke up with a little… problem.” Now facing Jisung, he rolled his hips to meet Jisung’s, effectively grinding their cocks together. Jisung let out a startled whimper and the muscles in his jaw flexed. Goodness, he was gorgeous in the morning. His face was always a little swollen when he woke up, making his cheeks look extra fluffy, and his hair was tousled. Minho wanted to devour him.
“Ah–I’m sleepy though, hyung,” Jisung whined, just like Minho knew he would.
“You won’t need to do anything, Hannie,” Minho said, stroking Jisung’s cheek with his thumb. “I just need to sit on that pretty cock of yours.”
Minho could tell his words affected him by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He could even pick up on the slight change of breathing, the way Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat and then steadied out into shallower breaths. “‘M still half asleep though,” he said softly, but there was less protest in his voice. His cock was still fully hard against Minho, too.
“That’s okay, baby. I like when you’re all pliant for me,” Minho said, smirking at the way Jisung’s rosy cheeks darkened. He ran his hand up and down his side, humming at the feel of his soft, warm skin under his fingers. “Can I please ride you, jagi? You can just go back to sleep, I just want you inside me,” he breathed, his voice getting that desperate tone it often got when he woke up horny. He batted his lashes. “I’ll make you feel good too, Hannie.”
Jisung gulped audibly and Minho swore he could feel his cock twitch against him. “O-okay,” he answered. “But I can just lay here?”
Minho didn’t even attempt to keep the giddy grin off his face. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Jisung’s mouth and nodded. “Mhm, just lay there and let hyung use you, yeah?”
Jisung shuddered and nodded, his eyes glazing over. Minho took the opportunity with the position they were in and turned Jisung to face him so he could bring their lips together in a kiss. Jisung let him in easily, barely kissing back as Minho took the lead licking past his parted lips. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his stomach fluttered at the whimper Jisung made. He loved having Jisung like this–so gentle, so malleable, their shallow breaths mingling together as Minho took. Normally, he would kiss him like this for ages, run his tongue along his teeth, and nip at his bottom lip until he was a breathless, desperate mess. But this morning, he was feeling too desperate himself.
He gave a peck to Jisung’s lips as he pulled away, grinning at the disheveled state he had left him in. It almost made Minho laugh. Jisung might just lay there for him, but there was no way he would be going back to sleep.
Gently, Minho rolled Jisung over onto his back. Then he sat up and tossed the blankets back, revealing Jisung’s hard cock, straining against his underwear. There was already a wet spot there and the sight alone made Minho’s mouth water. The thought of sucking him off crossed his mind but for the time being his wants laid elsewhere. They would have a little extra time in the evening, and then Minho could relax with Jisung’s dick on his tongue.
“Hm, you sure you’re sleepy, jagi?” Minho asked amusedly, reaching out to palm Jisung through his boxers.
Jisung’s eyes widened and he bit his lip to suppress the whimper that crawled up his throat. “I am, ‘s just morning wood, hyung,” he explained. Minho chuckled fondly as he dragged his finger along his length.
“Aww, nothing to do with me?” he asked in mock offense. Jisung opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Minho pressing his thumb into his slit through the slick fabric of his underwear. He gasped and his hips jerked upward. The sight made Minho’s stomach jolt with arousal.
“Y-you know how I get wh-when you’re like this,” he whined, his bottom lip jutting out in a petulant pout.
“Mmm, s’pose I do,” Minho agreed. It was no secret to either of them that Jisung liked when Minho got a little needy, a little insistent. Somehow Jisung always ended up the needier of the two, but Minho liked it that way. Liked how overwhelmed he could get him just from sitting on his cock.
Not wasting another minute, Minho got up to his knees and tugged his boxers off, hissing as the cool hair hit his cock. He was so hard it almost hurt–there was no way he would last long. “Hand me the lube, baby?” he asked, already sounding shamefully breathless. Jisung hummed absentmindedly, eyes trained on Minho’s cock as it hung, hard and leaking, between his thick thighs. “Enjoying the view?”
Jisung blushed, averting his gaze as he reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand, left there from the night before. “Stop teasing,” he huffed as he handed Minho the bottle.
“Maybe someday.” Minho giggled as he popped the cap and coated his fingers in the slick substance. A shiver went through his body at the hungry look in Jisung’s half-lidded eyes, now focused on the shiny lines of his fingers. The corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he reached behind himself to press the first finger into his hole. His lips parted in a soft moan, eyebrows knitting together as he pushed inside himself. He was still loose from Jisung fucking him the night before and the memory had heat coiling in his gut. He bit his bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he pushed another finger past his rim. He dropped his head and his muscles tensed. Jisung was always much better at stretching him open, his fingers longer than Minho’s own–he could always reach so deep. He groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper, just shy of his prostate. “Jisungie,” he breathed, a bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock.
“You’re so hot, hyung,” Jisung responded, on the edge of a moan. His voice was rough, thick with arousal, a sound that had an almost Pavlovian effect on Minho. His hips jerked and he leaned forward, trying to get a better angle for his fingers. Fuck, he needed Jisung’s cock.
He deemed himself stretched enough after a few more pumps of his fingers and he pulled them out with a loud squelch. Jisung shuddered under him. Minho wet his lips and took a deep breath as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jisung’s boxers. “Mm, can’t wait to have your big cock inside me.” He laughed a little when Jisung twitched, but it quickly faded off into a groan as he pulled his boxers down. The sight of Jisung’s pretty cock alone had him dizzy, lightheaded from how fast his blood rushed south. “Fuck. I’ll never get over how pretty you are.”
Jisung whimpered a little and his fingers flexed on the bed beside him. “Hyung…”
“What?” Minho asked, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t tell me you’re getting needy. Thought you were tired.” He grabbed the base of Jisung’s cock, relishing the moan it pulled from him. He even felt good in his hand, so thick and hot against his palm. He was tempted to play with him, jerk him off for a bit like he often did, turn him into a mess on the verge of coming before he even rode him. But instead, he grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount over his cockhead. Jisung hissed and he grinned as he spread the lube over his length.
“Minho-hyung, please,” Jisung whined, pressing his head back into the pillows. He looked so pretty like this, with his hair fanned across the pillow and his chubby cheeks all rosy. Minho fucking loved him.
“Shh, hyung’s got you, baby,” Minho hummed.
He lined himself up with Jisung’s cock and his eyebrows pinched together at the first brush of his tip against his hole. And then without a warning, he sank all the way down, taking all of Jisung’s cock in one go. It punched a choked gasp out of him and a moan out of Jisung. The stretch burned since he had only used two fingers and didn’t give himself time to adjust, but that was one of Minho’s favorite parts. It sated something deep within him. There was nothing more satisfying than the soreness that would follow.
Jisung looked like he was seconds away from coming as Minho gave them both a second to breathe before moving. He clutched the sheets in his fists and was biting his lip so hard it would probably bruise. “Sh-shit, hyung. I dunno–dunno if I’m gonna last long,” he stuttered.
“Hah–’s okay, I’m not gonna last long either, Sungie. Wanted–fuck, wanted you so bad,” Minho panted. Jisung filled him up so well, better than anyone else ever had before. He felt him so deep he was sure his insides were permanently rearranged to fit him. If Minho could sit on his cock forever, he would.
“I’m gonna move now,” Minho warned after a minute.
Jisung nodded weakly. “Okay, want you to.”
Minho rolled his hips a couple times before he lifted himself up, breath catching in his throat at the sensation of Jisung’s length dragging along his walls. Then he slammed back down, ass slapping against Jisung’s hips. “ Mmgh, fuck,” he moaned. He easily picked up a steady rhythm, years of dancing allowing him to move smoothly. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each rise and fall of his hips, practically rippling under tanned skin. Jisung’s hands eventually found their way to his thighs, digging his fingertips into the flesh. Moans and whines spilled from his lips as the action made Minho speed up and his nails dug crescents into his skin.
“Oh, oh yes, fuck, Hannie,” Minho gasped, eyes rolling back. Jisung’s grip was strong enough to hurt, but that made it so good. “So–so much for being– hah –being sleepy.”
“Can’t– hyungg— can’t be sl-sleepy when you’re so–” He struggled to get the words out, choking on his own moans whenever Minho clenched around him. “So hot, mmm– and you’re s-so tight, hyung.” He whined, high and breathless. The sounds went straight to Minho’s cock. He would never get tired of how noisy Jisung got when he rode him. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, jagi.” Minho gasped when the head of Jisung’s dick hit his prostate, sparks of pleasure bursting through his stomach. “Hnng–Fill me up so good, you’re so good for hyung.” His voice sounded foreign to him, two pitches higher, so needy.
“Lo-love being good for hyung,” Jisung whimpered, fingers flexing against Minho’s thighs.
“Always good–shit, look at you laying there, letting hyung take whatever he wants,” Minho said. He was getting close already, the coils of pleasure tightening in his stomach. His thighs were starting to burn a little too from how intensely he had been riding Jisung, but he always enjoyed a little burn.
“Hyung, hyung, I’m close,” Jisung babbled, eyes glazed over as he watched Minho bounce on his cock. “Should–should I–” he tried to lift his hips but Minho pushed him down.
“No, let me–told you that you didn’t hah-have to do anything,” he managed. “I’m close too.” He wrapped his fingers around the base of his own cock, breath hitching as he began to stroke himself in time with the rolls of his hips. He leaned forward at the same time and placed his free hand on Jisung’s chest to give himself more leverage. The slight change in the angle made Jisung’s cock hit Minho’s prostate with every thrust and the pleasure soon became overwhelming.
“Yes, yes, hyung,” Jisung exclaimed, his voice cracking. “Please, wanna see you come on my cock, please—”
“ Fuck.” Minho’s hole spasmed and his stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him with Jisung buried deep inside. His mouth fell open in a silent moan and he stroked himself as he came, cum spilling all over his hand and stomach. He continued grinding down against Jisung to the point of overstimulation, his moans turning into high-pitched whines. “O-oh god,” he choked, finally releasing his cock as the last spurt of cum spilled over his hand.
Jisung’s pupils were blown wide as he stared–which made Minho want to see him fall apart more. So he clenched around him and reached forward with his cum covered hand and pressed his fingers to Jisung’s lips. “Say, ‘ah,’” he instructed. Jisung’s eyes widened but he obeyed easily, parting his lips to take Minho’s fingers into his mouth. “Good boy,” he hummed. If he wasn’t already spent, the sight alone could get him hard again. And Jisung seemed to like it too because his cock twitched inside Minho as he sucked the cum off his fingers, tongue swirling around the digits. He looked dazed, positively fucked out.
“You gonna come inside me, pretty?” Minho asked, circling his hips. “Fill me up with your cum?”
Jisung nodded vigorously, Minho’s fingers still in his mouth. When Minho pressed down on his tongue, he gagged but didn’t pull back.
“Fuck, look at you. So so good. Come on baby, come inside hyung.” He picked up fucking himself on Jisung again and the other’s muffled moans filled the room, his eyes rolling back. Now that Minho had come, he let himself go, Minho’s fingers down his throat and his tight heat around his cock enough to bring him tipping over the edge. He came with a cry around Minho’s fingers and spilled into him in hot spurts. There was so much that it leaked out of Minho’s hole and spilled down the base of his cock. It was messy, a little gross, and exactly how they both loved it.
Minho rode him through his orgasm until he was gasping and whining for him to stop. Then Minho lifted himself off, cringing a little bit at the cum spilling down his thighs. “We’re gonna have to shower,” he mumbled as he collapsed next to Jisung and threw a leg over his waist.
Jisung panted quietly for a minute before saying anything else and then he wiggled away. “You’re all sticky, hyung,” he complained, his voice coming out breathless.
Minho chuckled. “And who’s fault is that?”
“ Yours, because it was your idea,” he said, but there was a blush on his cheeks. Minho couldn’t help but poke them.
“Cute.”
Jisung grumbled under his breath for a moment, which just made Minho laugh. “Let’s just go hop in the shower before we have to do anything else. Check the hall to make sure no one’s there for me?” He smiled and blinked rapidly. Jisung groaned loudly but he was smiling.
“Sure, sure, whatever. As if they didn’t hear everything anyway…”
“Yeah, someone’s loud.”
Jisung swatted at Minho’s shoulder and shook his head as he stood up. “I’m not the only one!”
Minho slapped his butt and he yelped, spinning away from the danger zone. “Respect your hyung, Hannie.” Jisung rolled his eyes before giving Minho the most heart-stopping smile imaginable.
“You’re so…” He leaned forward and gave Minho a soft kiss. “Come on. We’re both going to check. Since you woke me up earlier.” He grabbed his wrist and this time Minho didn’t protest, instead following him to the door. Jisung was right, after all. It was only fair. As he walked, there was a slight ache, and now that he wasn’t thinking with his dick anymore, he knew he would regret it later. But at least he got what he wanted anyway.
Twitter drabble: Ship + one word - prompt by SunGardenKisses on Twitter
Tags: Mild smut, pyromaniac Jisung, masochist!Minho, masochism, obsession, unhealthy relationships, smoking, cigarette burns, mentions of burns, mentions of burning buildings
Minho first met Jisung outside of his burning apartment. To Minho, the hardest part of being a fireman was seeing the looks of devastation on people's faces as their homes burned down, the fear in their eyes as they watched the starving flames devour everything they touched. But Jisung was different. Rather than fear in his eyes, Minho saw something else. There were burns on his hands, but he did not even seem to notice the tears running down his cheeks from the pain.
When Minho looked back, he realized Jisung looked at the fire the same way he looked at him now.
Neither of them knew exactly how it happened. But at some point after that fire, their lives seemed to intertwine, weaving together like the strings in a handmade garment. It was probably Jisung who sought Minho out first, but Minho couldn't deny the fact that those round eyes had never left his mind. They captivated him–drew him in. Like a moth to a flame.
It didn't take a genius to know that there was something wrong with Jisung. Minho learned that the day they met. And maybe it would have been in his favor to avoid him, to stay away–instead he fell, and he fell, like wood beams singed to their core. It was easy to fall for him, even if Minho felt something turning in his stomach when he saw how many candles Jisung had when he first came over. He said that was how his apartment had caught fire that time–to this day Minho still didn't know if that was true.
Minho remembered the first time he saw Jisung smoke. He'd stared at the flame on the lighter for too long, and when he lit the end of the cigarette, for a moment, Minho was worried he would put that end in his mouth. But he didn't–he smoked it the right way, going cross-eyed just so he could watch the flame. And as he breathed the smoke out, Minho watched the orange embers at the end of the cigarette, and wondered how it would feel for Jisung to press it on his skin.
Initially, he didn't like how much Jisung smoked. But as time went on, he grew to like the taste of smoke on his tongue whenever he kissed him. He had started to like all the candles too–it was fascinating to watch Jisung light things. As a fireman, and even using common sense, Minho knew everything Jisung did was a fire hazard. His apartment could easily end up like the one Minho had doused in water. But he could never tell Jisung to change. Perhaps it was sick, but Minho loved Jisung’s obsession, even when it scared him.
There was one time where they were cuddling together after dinner and two rounds of sex, where Jisung grabbed a piece of paper and lit it on fire. Minho’s heart stopped and his intestines wrapped around each other in tight knots. Yet he didn't stop him. He watched as intently as Jisung did, until the paper burned down to his fingertips. He only blew it out when the fire licked at his hand. Then Minho’s mind came back to him and he rushed to take his hand, to make sure he was okay.
That was when he knew he was in love.
Love. Minho had never felt love before. It was simultaneously the greatest and the worst thing he had ever experienced. Going on dates, kissing Jisung, cooking for him, fucking him until he cried–those were beautiful, beautiful things. The ugly things came when that love felt so consuming it felt like Minho was being burned alive. His love scared him in those moment where he watched Jisung light his candles, his cigarettes, his damned pieces of paper–and he wished Jisung was burning him.
He couldn't remember when it started. But at some point, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Jisung’s obsession had become his, only he wanted to receive what Jisung wanted to give. He wanted Jisung to take his lighter, stare at it like he always did, and then let the flame latch onto Minho’s skin. It was illogical, it was messed up–Minho had seen what fire could do to a person more times than he ever wished to. And still, he wanted it so bad.
Perhaps it was a symbol of Minho’s all-consuming love. Nothing quite described it like a burning fire, taking homes, and forests, and fields down with it. And perhaps it was because he saw the way Jisung looked at fire, like it was the greatest creation known to man. Destructive, yet beautiful in Jisung’s hands. He looked at Minho just like that, but Minho wanted more.
A year into their relationship, Minho realized it was obsession. He couldn't go a day without Jisung, so naturally they moved in together. He didn't say no when Jisung brought his candles, his lighters. Minho never said no.
Someday, he knew that Jisung’s obsession, that Minho’s obsession, would eat them alive. Jisung already took up Minho’s every waking thought and sometimes even his dreams. It would only make sense.
Minho knew there was something wrong with Jisung. And now he knew there was something wrong with him too. No matter what he saw of the horrors of fire, he never wanted to keep Jisung away from the flame. And he knew that someday, he might not be able to hold back from asking Jisung to do something terrible to him.
Jisung loved him. Minho knew that, too. There was a question that still hung in the air, though; did he love Minho enough to resist what Minho wanted so desperately to ask?
Minho could only hope so. Because as much as he wanted Jisung to burn him, burn him, burn him–feel himself burst into flames from the inside out as the ultimate declaration of his love–he was terrified.
It didn't seem so scary though, when Minho was deep inside Jisung, their breaths mingling together, heating the room. His desires were loudest then, but they seemed easier to handle. Especially when Jisung whined so pitifully when Minho nipped at his bottom lip. It was easy. And in that moment, it somehow came easy for Minho to take a step towards what he wanted. What he needed.
"Jisung…jagiya."
"Y-yes, hyung?" Jisung panted out, eyes glossy. He was so beautiful. Did he know the control he had over Minho?
"D'ya think…sometimes you could…smoke while we do this? I want–ahh–" he moaned as Jisung rolled his hips down to fuck himself on his cock. "I want you to put it out on me."
Jisung’s eyes went wide with that. "You–you want me to burn you?" Despite the shock in his tone, there was no worry. Only eagerness. It made Minho’s head spin and his stomach nauseous.
"Yes. I want that." He bent down and claimed Jisung’s mouth again, licking over his teeth, his tongue. When he pulled back, Jisung looked euphoric. Minho smiled. "You love fire…and you love me. I want you to show me."
He hadn't expected Jisung to come, but he did. He shook with it, eyes rolling back as Minho fucked him through it. And when he calmed down and his breathing leveled he said, "I've wanted to do that this whole time."
And that was all Minho needed to send him over the edge, too.
It started like that. Minho liked being burned almost as much as it seemed Jisung liked burning things. His desire for Jisung’s fire was quelled slightly, but only for a short while. It didn't take long for it to come back, and stronger. He already had scars from Jisung burning him, but he wanted more. It was never enough. He knew that one day, he would be asking for Jisung to let him hold paper and for him to set it on fire until it burned his skin too. Someday, he would want the lighter. Minho would keep wanting, and wanting.
Until Jisung’s need to watch things burn would take them both.
I know that we are excited about this collab, but there is a genocide happening right before our eyes. We cannot support something that supports these atrocities. The boys will be fine. BOYCOTT.
Twitter drabble: Ship + one word - prompt by SunGardenKisses on Twitter
Tags: Mild smut, pyromaniac Jisung, masochist!Minho, masochism, obsession, unhealthy relationships, smoking, cigarette burns, mentions of burns, mentions of burning buildings
Minho first met Jisung outside of his burning apartment. To Minho, the hardest part of being a fireman was seeing the looks of devastation on people's faces as their homes burned down, the fear in their eyes as they watched the starving flames devour everything they touched. But Jisung was different. Rather than fear in his eyes, Minho saw something else. There were burns on his hands, but he did not even seem to notice the tears running down his cheeks from the pain.
When Minho looked back, he realized Jisung looked at the fire the same way he looked at him now.
Neither of them knew exactly how it happened. But at some point after that fire, their lives seemed to intertwine, weaving together like the strings in a handmade garment. It was probably Jisung who sought Minho out first, but Minho couldn't deny the fact that those round eyes had never left his mind. They captivated him–drew him in. Like a moth to a flame.
It didn't take a genius to know that there was something wrong with Jisung. Minho learned that the day they met. And maybe it would have been in his favor to avoid him, to stay away–instead he fell, and he fell, like wood beams singed to their core. It was easy to fall for him, even if Minho felt something turning in his stomach when he saw how many candles Jisung had when he first came over. He said that was how his apartment had caught fire that time–to this day Minho still didn't know if that was true.
Minho remembered the first time he saw Jisung smoke. He'd stared at the flame on the lighter for too long, and when he lit the end of the cigarette, for a moment, Minho was worried he would put that end in his mouth. But he didn't–he smoked it the right way, going cross-eyed just so he could watch the flame. And as he breathed the smoke out, Minho watched the orange embers at the end of the cigarette, and wondered how it would feel for Jisung to press it on his skin.
Initially, he didn't like how much Jisung smoked. But as time went on, he grew to like the taste of smoke on his tongue whenever he kissed him. He had started to like all the candles too–it was fascinating to watch Jisung light things. As a fireman, and even using common sense, Minho knew everything Jisung did was a fire hazard. His apartment could easily end up like the one Minho had doused in water. But he could never tell Jisung to change. Perhaps it was sick, but Minho loved Jisung’s obsession, even when it scared him.
There was one time where they were cuddling together after dinner and two rounds of sex, where Jisung grabbed a piece of paper and lit it on fire. Minho’s heart stopped and his intestines wrapped around each other in tight knots. Yet he didn't stop him. He watched as intently as Jisung did, until the paper burned down to his fingertips. He only blew it out when the fire licked at his hand. Then Minho’s mind came back to him and he rushed to take his hand, to make sure he was okay.
That was when he knew he was in love.
Love. Minho had never felt love before. It was simultaneously the greatest and the worst thing he had ever experienced. Going on dates, kissing Jisung, cooking for him, fucking him until he cried–those were beautiful, beautiful things. The ugly things came when that love felt so consuming it felt like Minho was being burned alive. His love scared him in those moment where he watched Jisung light his candles, his cigarettes, his damned pieces of paper–and he wished Jisung was burning him.
He couldn't remember when it started. But at some point, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Jisung’s obsession had become his, only he wanted to receive what Jisung wanted to give. He wanted Jisung to take his lighter, stare at it like he always did, and then let the flame latch onto Minho’s skin. It was illogical, it was messed up–Minho had seen what fire could do to a person more times than he ever wished to. And still, he wanted it so bad.
Perhaps it was a symbol of Minho’s all-consuming love. Nothing quite described it like a burning fire, taking homes, and forests, and fields down with it. And perhaps it was because he saw the way Jisung looked at fire, like it was the greatest creation known to man. Destructive, yet beautiful in Jisung’s hands. He looked at Minho just like that, but Minho wanted more.
A year into their relationship, Minho realized it was obsession. He couldn't go a day without Jisung, so naturally they moved in together. He didn't say no when Jisung brought his candles, his lighters. Minho never said no.
Someday, he knew that Jisung’s obsession, that Minho’s obsession, would eat them alive. Jisung already took up Minho’s every waking thought and sometimes even his dreams. It would only make sense.
Minho knew there was something wrong with Jisung. And now he knew there was something wrong with him too. No matter what he saw of the horrors of fire, he never wanted to keep Jisung away from the flame. And he knew that someday, he might not be able to hold back from asking Jisung to do something terrible to him.
Jisung loved him. Minho knew that, too. There was a question that still hung in the air, though; did he love Minho enough to resist what Minho wanted so desperately to ask?
Minho could only hope so. Because as much as he wanted Jisung to burn him, burn him, burn him–feel himself burst into flames from the inside out as the ultimate declaration of his love–he was terrified.
It didn't seem so scary though, when Minho was deep inside Jisung, their breaths mingling together, heating the room. His desires were loudest then, but they seemed easier to handle. Especially when Jisung whined so pitifully when Minho nipped at his bottom lip. It was easy. And in that moment, it somehow came easy for Minho to take a step towards what he wanted. What he needed.
"Jisung…jagiya."
"Y-yes, hyung?" Jisung panted out, eyes glossy. He was so beautiful. Did he know the control he had over Minho?
"D'ya think…sometimes you could…smoke while we do this? I want–ahh–" he moaned as Jisung rolled his hips down to fuck himself on his cock. "I want you to put it out on me."
Jisung’s eyes went wide with that. "You–you want me to burn you?" Despite the shock in his tone, there was no worry. Only eagerness. It made Minho’s head spin and his stomach nauseous.
"Yes. I want that." He bent down and claimed Jisung’s mouth again, licking over his teeth, his tongue. When he pulled back, Jisung looked euphoric. Minho smiled. "You love fire…and you love me. I want you to show me."
He hadn't expected Jisung to come, but he did. He shook with it, eyes rolling back as Minho fucked him through it. And when he calmed down and his breathing leveled he said, "I've wanted to do that this whole time."
And that was all Minho needed to send him over the edge, too.
It started like that. Minho liked being burned almost as much as it seemed Jisung liked burning things. His desire for Jisung’s fire was quelled slightly, but only for a short while. It didn't take long for it to come back, and stronger. He already had scars from Jisung burning him, but he wanted more. It was never enough. He knew that one day, he would be asking for Jisung to let him hold paper and for him to set it on fire until it burned his skin too. Someday, he would want the lighter. Minho would keep wanting, and wanting.
Until Jisung’s need to watch things burn would take them both.
Summary: Minho wakes up horny and Jisung is willing
Tags: Smut, power bottom!Minho, top!Jisung, light somnophilia, needy Minho, morning sex
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Minho woke up hot. His body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and his bangs were sticking to his forehead. Jisung’s body had been plastered to him the whole night, accounting for most of the heat. But there was also another problem. He was hard and so horny.
He’d had some kind of wet dream–one that he now couldn’t remember–but the effects still remained. And what was worse was the fact that he could feel Jisung’s own dick pressed against his lower back from how he was spooning him, and it was most definitely hard as well. His mouth filled with saliva and he gulped it down. When he shifted he could feel Jisung twitch behind him and it only made the burning need in his stomach intensify, the ache in his cock grow.
He didn’t want to wake Jisung up. They had been busy lately and Jisung had already fucked him well before they went to sleep, so Minho knew he couldn’t be greedy, but fuck. He was so horny it was making him dizzy. He needed something, anything. He felt so incredibly empty and it didn’t help that he was still stretched from when he had ridden Jisung previously. The ache still remained in his ass and his thighs and rather than satiating him, it only made him crave more.
Perhaps he could get up without Jisung waking and get off quickly. He tried wiggling out of his grasp, but that caused him to mumble in his sleep and stir. Shit.
He inhaled slowly through his nose and tried to picture anything at all that could get his hard cock to go down–old grannies, the ugly monster from the shitty horror movie he and Jisung had just watched–but nothing worked. Jisung had even shifted so now instead of his dick pressing into Minho’s back, it was pressed into his ass, so close yet so far away from where he actually needed it.
Minho instinctively rolled his hips back against Jisung’s crotch and suppressed a groan at the feeling. His stomach stirred and his cock twitched in the confines of his boxers. He needed to stop, go back to sleep, let Jisung sleep, he–
“Jagi.”
Minho gasped at the sound of Jisung’s sleep-addled voice, followed by a press of his hips against him. He shuddered and exhaled through his nose. “Hannie?” he whispered. When he got nothing in response he huffed and clenched his fists. He was doing that in his sleep. Minho gasped again when Jisung’s arms tightened around him and he was pulled closer to the warmth of his body. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“Sung-ah. Jisungie,” Minho called, wetting his lips. Jisung would probably want to sleep, but he could go back to sleep while Minho had a little fun, right? “ Baby,” he sang, twisting around so that he could face his boyfriend. He poked Jisung’s cheek a couple times and after a moment he groaned and then his eyes fluttered open.
“Mm, hyung?” he mumbled, the raspiness of his voice sending shivers down Minho’s spine.
“Sorry for waking you, jagiya. I just woke up with a little… problem.” Now facing Jisung, he rolled his hips to meet Jisung’s, effectively grinding their cocks together. Jisung let out a startled whimper and the muscles in his jaw flexed. Goodness, he was gorgeous in the morning. His face was always a little swollen when he woke up, making his cheeks look extra fluffy, and his hair was tousled. Minho wanted to devour him.
“Ah–I’m sleepy though, hyung,” Jisung whined, just like Minho knew he would.
“You won’t need to do anything, Hannie,” Minho said, stroking Jisung’s cheek with his thumb. “I just need to sit on that pretty cock of yours.”
Minho could tell his words affected him by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He could even pick up on the slight change of breathing, the way Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat and then steadied out into shallower breaths. “‘M still half asleep though,” he said softly, but there was less protest in his voice. His cock was still fully hard against Minho, too.
“That’s okay, baby. I like when you’re all pliant for me,” Minho said, smirking at the way Jisung’s rosy cheeks darkened. He ran his hand up and down his side, humming at the feel of his soft, warm skin under his fingers. “Can I please ride you, jagi? You can just go back to sleep, I just want you inside me,” he breathed, his voice getting that desperate tone it often got when he woke up horny. He batted his lashes. “I’ll make you feel good too, Hannie.”
Jisung gulped audibly and Minho swore he could feel his cock twitch against him. “O-okay,” he answered. “But I can just lay here?”
Minho didn’t even attempt to keep the giddy grin off his face. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Jisung’s mouth and nodded. “Mhm, just lay there and let hyung use you, yeah?”
Jisung shuddered and nodded, his eyes glazing over. Minho took the opportunity with the position they were in and turned Jisung to face him so he could bring their lips together in a kiss. Jisung let him in easily, barely kissing back as Minho took the lead licking past his parted lips. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his stomach fluttered at the whimper Jisung made. He loved having Jisung like this–so gentle, so malleable, their shallow breaths mingling together as Minho took. Normally, he would kiss him like this for ages, run his tongue along his teeth, and nip at his bottom lip until he was a breathless, desperate mess. But this morning, he was feeling too desperate himself.
He gave a peck to Jisung’s lips as he pulled away, grinning at the disheveled state he had left him in. It almost made Minho laugh. Jisung might just lay there for him, but there was no way he would be going back to sleep.
Gently, Minho rolled Jisung over onto his back. Then he sat up and tossed the blankets back, revealing Jisung’s hard cock, straining against his underwear. There was already a wet spot there and the sight alone made Minho’s mouth water. The thought of sucking him off crossed his mind but for the time being his wants laid elsewhere. They would have a little extra time in the evening, and then Minho could relax with Jisung’s dick on his tongue.
“Hm, you sure you’re sleepy, jagi?” Minho asked amusedly, reaching out to palm Jisung through his boxers.
Jisung’s eyes widened and he bit his lip to suppress the whimper that crawled up his throat. “I am, ‘s just morning wood, hyung,” he explained. Minho chuckled fondly as he dragged his finger along his length.
“Aww, nothing to do with me?” he asked in mock offense. Jisung opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Minho pressing his thumb into his slit through the slick fabric of his underwear. He gasped and his hips jerked upward. The sight made Minho’s stomach jolt with arousal.
“Y-you know how I get wh-when you’re like this,” he whined, his bottom lip jutting out in a petulant pout.
“Mmm, s’pose I do,” Minho agreed. It was no secret to either of them that Jisung liked when Minho got a little needy, a little insistent. Somehow Jisung always ended up the needier of the two, but Minho liked it that way. Liked how overwhelmed he could get him just from sitting on his cock.
Not wasting another minute, Minho got up to his knees and tugged his boxers off, hissing as the cool hair hit his cock. He was so hard it almost hurt–there was no way he would last long. “Hand me the lube, baby?” he asked, already sounding shamefully breathless. Jisung hummed absentmindedly, eyes trained on Minho’s cock as it hung, hard and leaking, between his thick thighs. “Enjoying the view?”
Jisung blushed, averting his gaze as he reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand, left there from the night before. “Stop teasing,” he huffed as he handed Minho the bottle.
“Maybe someday.” Minho giggled as he popped the cap and coated his fingers in the slick substance. A shiver went through his body at the hungry look in Jisung’s half-lidded eyes, now focused on the shiny lines of his fingers. The corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he reached behind himself to press the first finger into his hole. His lips parted in a soft moan, eyebrows knitting together as he pushed inside himself. He was still loose from Jisung fucking him the night before and the memory had heat coiling in his gut. He bit his bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he pushed another finger past his rim. He dropped his head and his muscles tensed. Jisung was always much better at stretching him open, his fingers longer than Minho’s own–he could always reach so deep. He groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper, just shy of his prostate. “Jisungie,” he breathed, a bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock.
“You’re so hot, hyung,” Jisung responded, on the edge of a moan. His voice was rough, thick with arousal, a sound that had an almost Pavlovian effect on Minho. His hips jerked and he leaned forward, trying to get a better angle for his fingers. Fuck, he needed Jisung’s cock.
He deemed himself stretched enough after a few more pumps of his fingers and he pulled them out with a loud squelch. Jisung shuddered under him. Minho wet his lips and took a deep breath as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jisung’s boxers. “Mm, can’t wait to have your big cock inside me.” He laughed a little when Jisung twitched, but it quickly faded off into a groan as he pulled his boxers down. The sight of Jisung’s pretty cock alone had him dizzy, lightheaded from how fast his blood rushed south. “Fuck. I’ll never get over how pretty you are.”
Jisung whimpered a little and his fingers flexed on the bed beside him. “Hyung…”
“What?” Minho asked, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t tell me you’re getting needy. Thought you were tired.” He grabbed the base of Jisung’s cock, relishing the moan it pulled from him. He even felt good in his hand, so thick and hot against his palm. He was tempted to play with him, jerk him off for a bit like he often did, turn him into a mess on the verge of coming before he even rode him. But instead, he grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount over his cockhead. Jisung hissed and he grinned as he spread the lube over his length.
“Minho-hyung, please,” Jisung whined, pressing his head back into the pillows. He looked so pretty like this, with his hair fanned across the pillow and his chubby cheeks all rosy. Minho fucking loved him.
“Shh, hyung’s got you, baby,” Minho hummed.
He lined himself up with Jisung’s cock and his eyebrows pinched together at the first brush of his tip against his hole. And then without a warning, he sank all the way down, taking all of Jisung’s cock in one go. It punched a choked gasp out of him and a moan out of Jisung. The stretch burned since he had only used two fingers and didn’t give himself time to adjust, but that was one of Minho’s favorite parts. It sated something deep within him. There was nothing more satisfying than the soreness that would follow.
Jisung looked like he was seconds away from coming as Minho gave them both a second to breathe before moving. He clutched the sheets in his fists and was biting his lip so hard it would probably bruise. “Sh-shit, hyung. I dunno–dunno if I’m gonna last long,” he stuttered.
“Hah–’s okay, I’m not gonna last long either, Sungie. Wanted–fuck, wanted you so bad,” Minho panted. Jisung filled him up so well, better than anyone else ever had before. He felt him so deep he was sure his insides were permanently rearranged to fit him. If Minho could sit on his cock forever, he would.
“I’m gonna move now,” Minho warned after a minute.
Jisung nodded weakly. “Okay, want you to.”
Minho rolled his hips a couple times before he lifted himself up, breath catching in his throat at the sensation of Jisung’s length dragging along his walls. Then he slammed back down, ass slapping against Jisung’s hips. “ Mmgh, fuck,” he moaned. He easily picked up a steady rhythm, years of dancing allowing him to move smoothly. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each rise and fall of his hips, practically rippling under tanned skin. Jisung’s hands eventually found their way to his thighs, digging his fingertips into the flesh. Moans and whines spilled from his lips as the action made Minho speed up and his nails dug crescents into his skin.
“Oh, oh yes, fuck, Hannie,” Minho gasped, eyes rolling back. Jisung’s grip was strong enough to hurt, but that made it so good. “So–so much for being– hah –being sleepy.”
“Can’t– hyungg— can’t be sl-sleepy when you’re so–” He struggled to get the words out, choking on his own moans whenever Minho clenched around him. “So hot, mmm– and you’re s-so tight, hyung.” He whined, high and breathless. The sounds went straight to Minho’s cock. He would never get tired of how noisy Jisung got when he rode him. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, jagi.” Minho gasped when the head of Jisung’s dick hit his prostate, sparks of pleasure bursting through his stomach. “Hnng–Fill me up so good, you’re so good for hyung.” His voice sounded foreign to him, two pitches higher, so needy.
“Lo-love being good for hyung,” Jisung whimpered, fingers flexing against Minho’s thighs.
“Always good–shit, look at you laying there, letting hyung take whatever he wants,” Minho said. He was getting close already, the coils of pleasure tightening in his stomach. His thighs were starting to burn a little too from how intensely he had been riding Jisung, but he always enjoyed a little burn.
“Hyung, hyung, I’m close,” Jisung babbled, eyes glazed over as he watched Minho bounce on his cock. “Should–should I–” he tried to lift his hips but Minho pushed him down.
“No, let me–told you that you didn’t hah-have to do anything,” he managed. “I’m close too.” He wrapped his fingers around the base of his own cock, breath hitching as he began to stroke himself in time with the rolls of his hips. He leaned forward at the same time and placed his free hand on Jisung’s chest to give himself more leverage. The slight change in the angle made Jisung’s cock hit Minho’s prostate with every thrust and the pleasure soon became overwhelming.
“Yes, yes, hyung,” Jisung exclaimed, his voice cracking. “Please, wanna see you come on my cock, please—”
“ Fuck.” Minho’s hole spasmed and his stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him with Jisung buried deep inside. His mouth fell open in a silent moan and he stroked himself as he came, cum spilling all over his hand and stomach. He continued grinding down against Jisung to the point of overstimulation, his moans turning into high-pitched whines. “O-oh god,” he choked, finally releasing his cock as the last spurt of cum spilled over his hand.
Jisung’s pupils were blown wide as he stared–which made Minho want to see him fall apart more. So he clenched around him and reached forward with his cum covered hand and pressed his fingers to Jisung’s lips. “Say, ‘ah,’” he instructed. Jisung’s eyes widened but he obeyed easily, parting his lips to take Minho’s fingers into his mouth. “Good boy,” he hummed. If he wasn’t already spent, the sight alone could get him hard again. And Jisung seemed to like it too because his cock twitched inside Minho as he sucked the cum off his fingers, tongue swirling around the digits. He looked dazed, positively fucked out.
“You gonna come inside me, pretty?” Minho asked, circling his hips. “Fill me up with your cum?”
Jisung nodded vigorously, Minho’s fingers still in his mouth. When Minho pressed down on his tongue, he gagged but didn’t pull back.
“Fuck, look at you. So so good. Come on baby, come inside hyung.” He picked up fucking himself on Jisung again and the other’s muffled moans filled the room, his eyes rolling back. Now that Minho had come, he let himself go, Minho’s fingers down his throat and his tight heat around his cock enough to bring him tipping over the edge. He came with a cry around Minho’s fingers and spilled into him in hot spurts. There was so much that it leaked out of Minho’s hole and spilled down the base of his cock. It was messy, a little gross, and exactly how they both loved it.
Minho rode him through his orgasm until he was gasping and whining for him to stop. Then Minho lifted himself off, cringing a little bit at the cum spilling down his thighs. “We’re gonna have to shower,” he mumbled as he collapsed next to Jisung and threw a leg over his waist.
Jisung panted quietly for a minute before saying anything else and then he wiggled away. “You’re all sticky, hyung,” he complained, his voice coming out breathless.
Minho chuckled. “And who’s fault is that?”
“ Yours, because it was your idea,” he said, but there was a blush on his cheeks. Minho couldn’t help but poke them.
“Cute.”
Jisung grumbled under his breath for a moment, which just made Minho laugh. “Let’s just go hop in the shower before we have to do anything else. Check the hall to make sure no one’s there for me?” He smiled and blinked rapidly. Jisung groaned loudly but he was smiling.
“Sure, sure, whatever. As if they didn’t hear everything anyway…”
“Yeah, someone’s loud.”
Jisung swatted at Minho’s shoulder and shook his head as he stood up. “I’m not the only one!”
Minho slapped his butt and he yelped, spinning away from the danger zone. “Respect your hyung, Hannie.” Jisung rolled his eyes before giving Minho the most heart-stopping smile imaginable.
“You’re so…” He leaned forward and gave Minho a soft kiss. “Come on. We’re both going to check. Since you woke me up earlier.” He grabbed his wrist and this time Minho didn’t protest, instead following him to the door. Jisung was right, after all. It was only fair. As he walked, there was a slight ache, and now that he wasn’t thinking with his dick anymore, he knew he would regret it later. But at least he got what he wanted anyway.
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Guides to the strike and boycotts:
Remember, this is not a war. This is GENOCIDE. Innocent citizens are being brutally murdured, their homes, schools, hospitals universities, etc. Are being destroyed. Israel is uprooting the trees. The goal is to wipe them out. It was never self defense. NEVER.
signal boost that ksmins/linower on here (now deactivated) who has been very vocal about “their” fic being plagiarized on wattpad actually plagiarized said fic from mrehk on ao3, taking a minsung story and making it into x reader. I thought we were better here than the wattpad assholes, and mrehk is such a lovely lovely person and writer and I respect her so much and she does not deserve this.
so if you see marie ksmins/linower remake or come back to apologise, you know what’s up 🙃 let’s be better than wattpad, yeah?
