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“Unnie. Important question. What size cock do you wear?”

Minhee blinks and processes the question. “...wear?”

“Yes,” Jisung says. “Like. A strap? Your—um. Your strap.”

“Baby, I have one.”

“I know you have one,” she says, her whisper turning particularly hissy in a way that makes Minhee giggle. “I’ve heard all about—you know.”

Minhee sits up. “Heard all about…?”

Jisung sighs. There’s ruffling at the end of her line, followed by something that sounds like a lock going click. “Your talents, unnie! Your abilities. Don’t make me say it.”

“Ah, I see,” Minhee says, holding back a laugh. “I don’t use a strap, though.”

Minhee can almost hear Jisung’s brain stuttering. “But…I heard…? Don’t you…ummm, do you just—pretend?”

Jisung sighs, then, as if she’s had a terrible and long day. “Seriously, unnie. This sex shop is in a mall. I don’t have much time until someone walks into the bathroom.”

“What are you doing in a sex shop, jagi?”

“I’ll explain later. Please just answer my question. What size?”

Alright, straight to business, then. “I don’t own a strap, Jisungie. I have a cock.”

“Oh,” Jisung says, sounding dazed, like some kind of realization is crashing into her.

“Mm.”

“So, you can, like—?

“Like?”

“Like. Your…um. You know, alphas. How they can…you can—“

Minhee reads the silence. “Ah. Yes, I can knot.”

“Oh.”

A shameless smile pastes itself onto Minhee’s face. “Is it your first time shopping for a dildo, Jisungie?

Jisung makes some sort of aborted sound. “Um, yes,” she says, her voice cracking a little.

“I don’t think I’m the best reference for a beginner,” Minhee says, brushing past the wheeze that Jisung lets out at that. “Start with something around 5 inches, if that makes sense for you.”

“You’re not? You. What. What? Okay.” Jisung breathes shakily. “Okay, unnie. Thanks for the advice. I have to go,” she squeaks, and then abruptly hangs up the phone.

Minhee pouts when the dial tone rings in her ears. She’ll have to bring up this whole cock thing the next time she sees Jisung.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

As it turns out, the next time she sees Jisung begins with Jisung opening the door looking like she wants to be eaten. Her hair is pulled away from her face in a cute high bun, wavy little pieces falling out of it because Jisung has always liked to cut her own hair. The drawstring of her pyjama shorts (the one covered in tiny little printed strawberries, no less—one of Minhee’s personal favourites) is untied and her scent is going haywire, tugging Minhee closer like a leash. That part isn’t unusual, of course. Jisung’s the only reason Minhee developed a vanilla-scented candle addiction.

Today, though, Jisung’s scent is loud. Tempting. It’s a finger, beckoning Minhee closer.

“Unnie,” Jisung says, opening the door wider and clearing her throat the way she always does before she’s about to yell. “MOVIE NIGHT!”

Minhee startles before sneaking in between Jisung and the door. The uptick in Jisung’s scent causes her to forget her usual stop breathing when you get in Jisung’s presence for the sake of your sanity routine.

Rookie mistake.

Minhee is a good alpha. She likes to think she’s kind. She dotes. She’s mindful. She doesn’t make assumptions. She never raises her voice, and she never has to. Everyone listens well enough with simple instructions when she uses her regular speaking voice.

Even good alphas have weaknesses, surely. And Jisung, now wide eyed and pinned against the wall through no fault of Minhee’s, might as well walk around with the words alpha bait tattooed onto her forehead.

“Unnie,” Jisung squeaks. Squeaks. Minhee can’t believe the mouth on this girl. “What’s up? Why are we, um, against the wall?”

Minhee squeezes a hand around Jisung’s waist, taking in a shaky inhale as Jisung’s scent weighs on her tongue. “Are you not wearing your scent blockers today, Jisungie?”

Jisung’s gulp is a visible thing. “I…didn’t feel like it.”

“Ah,” Minhee says, digging her nails into her own palm with just enough force, compelling herself to peel her hand off of Jisung’s waist.

Minhee, as usual, snaps out of it. Because she’s a good alpha. Because if she stayed there, pressed up against the girl of her dreams infiltrating the air with sweet notes that could fool Minhee into thinking that her desire was reciprocated, then Minhee would sacrifice her self-proclaimed good alpha status and let her hunger show. 

Jisung’s chest heaves when Minhee unsticks herself from her, and there’s something about her. Something different. It’s almost as if Jisung is up to something. She has a…spark. It starts in her smile, and then travels as if fizzling all over her body.

“Why do you smell like I’m going to have to chain you to a tree?” Jisung asks, tilting her head as the spark lands in her eyes, twinkling with something that looks like mischief.

Minhee averts her eyes, turning around and heading straight for the kitchen. Good alpha, she reminds herself, and says, “I’m hungry.”

Footsteps trail behind Minhee.

“Unnie, you didn’t answer my question,” Jisung whines, sidling up beside Minhee as they stand in front of the snack cabinet.

There's a beat of silence during which Minhee tries to pick between eating the chips or the chocolate or Jisung.

Instead, Minhee exhales. Centres herself. “I don’t know, jagi. I guess I’m more…frustrated than I thought,” she says, turning her head and catching Jisung’s gaze, which—interestingly enough—darts up from whatever point under Minhee’s eyeline it was fixed on.

“See something you like, Hannie?” Minhee asks, quickly developing a hypothesis about Jisung’s scent and its unrepentant horniness. She grabs a lollipop from the cabinet and takes Jisung’s hand.

Jisung jumps. “What?” she asks, sounding a little distracted before she shakes her head.

Minhee’s theory solidifies. “Come sit on the couch with me,” she says. Jisung follows where she’s led with no complaint, which is only slightly unusual. For all the you’re so bossy comments she mutters under her breath, Jisung has always been easily convinced to do what Minhee tells her. It’s hard not to take advantage of it, but, of course, Minhee is a good alpha.

Except, well. 

Good alphas are allowed a little indulgence, aren’t they?

Once Jisung and Minhee sit down on the couch, Jisung is eerily silent.

Minhee sits back, waiting out the silence. She gets comfortable and unwraps the lollipop.

“We’re best friends, right, unnie?” Jisung asks after exactly 2 minutes of worrying her bottom lip.

“Of course we are.”

“Then…” Jisung pauses. “I’ve been thinking of something. A question—no. Questions. Something you told me. I have…questions?”

Minhee nods, patting the seat closest to her. She eyes Jisung, who’s tucked away into the opposite corner of the couch with amusement. “Come here.”

Jisung seems to hesitate before inching closer to Minhee. Her body seems to be a keyed ball of tension. She’s almost more wound up than she was the day after she witnessed Minhee in rut for the first time, not too long ago. Alpha, she’d said, whispered, through a door that felt thin enough to tear through to a rut-starved Minhee.

Minhee had jerked herself dry at that point, and still, she’d felt her cock twitch at the sound of Jisung’s voice saying the word alpha.

Jisung takes a deep inhale, snapping Minhee back to the present. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me.” 

Orange bursts on Minhee’s tongue as she places the lollipop on it, catching Jisung staring once again. She nods, encouraging her to go on.

Jisung continues. “About…about—when I went to the, um, sex shop?”

“Ah.” Minhee pauses. Then, like she’s approaching a tiny animal, she keeps her tone light and asks, “What was my Jisungie doing at the sex shop?”

Jisung’s eyes flick briefly to the now-wet lollipop clasped in between Minhee’s fingers. “Umm…”

“Mh,” Minhee says with a nod, decoding the silence. “Let’s try to read your mind.” She puts two fingers to her forehead and looks at Jisung. “Hm. I see.”

Jisung brightens, excited at the possibility that Minhee’s managed to read her mind.

Minhee really only has one guess about the source of Jisung’s dildo adventure. “Did Yongbok put you up to it?”

“Well!” Jisung sits up straighter. “It’s a whole thing. She was telling me allll about how good Jeongin gives it to her and it got to a point—” she says, gesturing wildly with her hands. Minhee turns in her seat so their knees are touching. Jisung continues, undeterred, “...and I couldn’t take it anymore so I told her I don’t even know what she’s talking about! And Felix was bewildered, confused, flabbergasted—”

“Flabbergasted,” Minhee repeats, bemused.

Jisung’s face scrunches up in that adorable, helpless what the hell do I do now expression. “Yes. So. She asked me if I like being strapped. I told her I don’t even know how that feels.”

Minhee blinks. Oh. She didn’t know that.

“Then,” Jisung says, “she basically grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me to that sex shop and then—and then! In one last bid for my dignity, I asked her if she would let me at least go in alone. And, well. Yay, wish granted. She agreed to go shop for candles while I shopped for—” Jisung cuts herself off. “A dildo,” she says, voice dropping several decibel levels.

“Ah, of course,” Minhee says solemnly, pressing her lips together into a very tight line to stop herself from giggling.

Jisung looks up at Minhee through her lashes and huffs. Minhee feels something inside her twitch when the pout on that face turns into a whine. “This isn’t funny.”

“My poor baby,” Minhee coos. “You should’ve called me to rescue you.”

“I did call you,” Jisung says. She looks down at her own clasped hands with her lips pursed in thought. “I thought, like. Since you’ve used a dildo on other—” Jisung's scent flares up, turning into something bitter. “Anyways. Yeah. I guess we never really talked about it.” She pauses, then, her eyes widening. “Oh god. We’ve never talked about it. Oh, did I…? I’m sorry, unnie. I should have never brought this whole thing up. What if you’re uncomfortable? You’ve never said a word to me about your—about sex, and then I call you from a sex shop and obviously you wanted to help me and now all I’m rambling about is—”

Minhee scoots closer to Jisung and places what she hopes is a comforting touch over her jittering thigh, lollipop all but forgotten in her other hand. “All you’re rambling about is my cock,” Minhee says.

Jisung throws her head back, melting into the couch and covering her face with her hands. “Nooooo.”

Minhee squeezes Jisung’s thigh. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Jisungie.”

“But…” Jisung mumbles.

“Let me tell you a story, for context,” Minhee says. “About my cock.”

Minhee clears her throat, watching a splotch of red spread its way over Jisung’s chest, visible over the open neckline of a pink tank top Jisung must’ve gotten recently. Minhee has to remember to ask about it later.

“When I was 18,” Minhee begins, the words coming out much easier now that she’s on the good side of things, “all I wanted to do was become the girl you call your best friend today. But then, I presented. It was later than I expected. Way before we met. I told you about it once. Do you remember?”

Jisung peeks at Minhee from in between her fingers and nods.

“I shut down pretty hard back then. I was…all over the place.”

Jisung drops her hands from her face and sits up. “Unnie,” she says, “you don’t have to tell me.”

Minhee shakes her head, smiling at the sudden weight of Jisung’s hand over her own. “I have no problem telling you. I...guess the easiest way I could put it is that it was really hard. I love being an alpha. More than anything, really. But those first few weeks? They felt like hell. I was already in my head about my gender and my name and all of it, and then—right in the middle of this fucked up emotion-tornado, I present. I feel things I’ve never felt. My body keeps changing in ways I didn’t expect it to. Just, ah. How do I put it? Everything went wrong.” Minhee looks down at herself, relieved beyond belief to be telling this story in retrospect. “And then everything went right.”

Jisung hums, bumping her forehead against Minhee’s and smiling. “I know you hate telling me stories, but I love this happy ending.”

Minhee huffs. “I hate telling you stories about myself. Sometimes I assume you know everything, jagi, it’s my fault.”

“Nothing is your fault, darling,” Jisung says, the red on her skin still as deep, reminding Minhee why they took this little detour of conversation in the first place.

“Then nothing is your fault, either, hm? You’re allowed to be curious about me. And my cock.”

Jisung’s mouth drops open in affront. “You’re making me sound like—!”

“Like?”

Jisung returns to her melting into the couch stance. “Likeapervert.”

Minhee tilts her head. “Say that again for me?”

Jisung takes a pillow from next to her and tosses it at Minhee.

Minhee’s reflexes kick in, and she narrowly saves the pillow from being smeared by sticky candy. “Yah!”

Jisung sticks her tongue out in Minhee’s general direction and shrieks when Minhee retaliates, lunging forward and heading one-handed straight for Jisung’s achilles heel—her tickle spots.

“AH!” Jisung yells, yowling when Minhee slips a hand under her cute little pink tank top and starts working her fingers over bare, warm skin. The neglected lollipop almost slips before Minhee pops it into her mouth, changing course and darting forward until Jisung’s lying flat underneath her, hips locked in between the hold of Minhee’s thighs.

“Unnie!” Jisung gasps, her voice breaking into breathless laughter. She throws her head back, exposing the soft line of her throat, familiar and untouched by Minhee, who’s always been afraid to see what would happen if she gave in.

“Jisungie,” Minhee says softly, the name slightly incoherent around Minhee’s mouthful. She catches Jisung’s gaze and watches it stray to her mouth.

There’s a buzz in Minhee’s brain. It’s the same buzz that’s talked her into playfighting Jisung in the past, left her feeling raw and breathless in a locked bathroom afterwards, jerking herself off to the memory of Jisung panting under her. It’s the same buzz that sent her into rut almost immediately after she met Jisung, disregarding all routine and order and giving in to the madness that is Minhee’s feelings for Han Jisung.

Safe to say, this buzz is full of bad ideas, which is why Minhee takes the candy out of her mouth and asks, “Do you want to taste it?”

Jisung’s eyes become big, round saucers. “Wha…”

“This,” Minhee says, her index and thumb pinching the stick of the lollipop in between her hands as she hovers it over Jisung’s mouth, getting close, closer.

Jisung exhales shakily, looking down at Minhee’s hand, poised to feed her, and meeting her eyes again. “Yes,” she says, and opens her mouth.

The buzz in Minhee’s head takes over. The world narrows to the way the glazed, orange surface of the lollipop shines with Minhee’s spit, to the way Jisung’s chest moves up and down while Minhee maps out the jut of Jisung’s bottom lip with the candy.

Jisung’s tongue darts out to swipe against the sweetness.

Minhee glances up from Jisung’s lips and tuts. “Patience,” she says. “Stay still. Keep your mouth open.”

Jisung makes a broken sound before melting back into the couch, opening up her mouth wider for Minhee.

For me, Minhee thinks deliriously. It’s like she’s been looking over the edge of something so far, but now—she pushes the lollipop into Jisung’s mouth and freefalls.

“Suck,” Minhee says, sounding more put together than the quickly-fraying edges of her mind are making her feel.

Jisung listens. She swirls her tongue around the candy, watching Minhee watch her as she closes her mouth around what she’s given. Her cheeks hollow out almost immediately after. Minhee nearly loses her grip on the stick she’s holding when Jisung keeps taking it, letting it get deep enough for Minhee’s thumb to brush against the seam of Jisung’s bottom lip.

She breathes in slowly, trying to keep herself functional as Jisung’s eyes flutter and a flush rises up to her cheeks.

One of Jisung’s legs twitches, nearly falling off the couch before it hooks itself around the back of Minhee’s thigh.

Minhee’s free hand finds Jisung’s waist and squeezes. She cannot look away—too focused on the way Jisung’s lips stretch when she pulls the candy out halfway, nearly losing her vision to a loud, all-consuming blurriness when orange melds into the pink of Jisung’s lips.

The slight click that comes with hitting Jisung’s teeth makes Minhee tut again. “Watch your teeth, princess.”

That earns Minhee something that sounds a lot like a moan from Jisung. “Unnie should just feed it to me,” Jisung says, and then pushes her tongue out.

Minhee groans. Jisung must have been made in some kind of lab just for her. Her forehead falls forward onto Jisung’s shoulder and her hips grind down of their own accord.

Minhee realises, right then, that she’s hard. So hard she can feel the throbbing pulse of it; a metronome of her desire. It’s impossible to ignore the way her cock slots perfectly against Jisung’s pussy. She’s clothed, they’re both clothed, but still—when Minhee grinds, the slide is easy. Like if she reached down and pushed Jisung’s shorts to the side, she’d find something soaked waiting for her.

Minhee rubs the lollipop over Jisung’s waiting tongue. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about?” Minhee asks, her eyes trained on Jisung’s lips.

Jisung’s thighs seem to spread even wider, somehow, like they’re responding to Minhee’s question, and she shakes her head.

“Tell me, then,” Minhee says, watching Jisung’s tongue retract. “What have you been thinking about?”

Jisung brushes her lips around the rounded edge of the lollipop before she looks up at Minhee and delivers a gut punch. “I’ve been thinking about you, Minhee-unnie.”

Minhee’s cock twitches, her mind tripping over itself at Jisung’s next words.

“About how you’d feel.”

Minhee breathes out shakily. “And how exactly do you think I’d feel?”

Jisung’s lashes flutter at the question, and Minhee wonders if she’s thinking about it, too. Wonders if Jisung wants the weight in her mouth to be replaced by something heavier, something alive.

“You’re so big,” Jisung says with a gasp, her hips kicking up. Her pussy grinds against the outline of Minhee’s dick as she says, “I—I want—more, unnie. I want y—”

“Fuck,” Minhee groans, rolling her hips down to meet Jisung’s movements. She grabs Jisung’s face by the chin, holding her steady.

Jisung’s mouth opens easily, rounding out around the nearly dripping wetness of the lollipop as Minhee starts pumping it in and out of her mouth, eyes lidded, shameless about the way she’s imagining Jisung’s lips around her. “That’s it,” Minhee says, jaw clenched, her hips matching the in and out rhythm of her hand.

Jisung moans with her mouth full, her body hot and squirmy underneath Minhee.

“G-good,” Minhee praises, her hips stuttering at the realisation Jisung’s slick is seeping through their layers. “Fuck. Jisungie. You’re so—good,” she says, driving her hips down like—like she’s suddenly transported to her wildest dreams. Like she’s fucking Jisung.

Jisung’s scent sweetens as she throws her head back, the spit-smeared candy slipping out of her mouth and leaving a sticky trail on her chin.

Minhee unsticks her forehead from Jisung’s, giving into instinct and licking the taste of orange off from under Jisung’s mouth. “I’ll give you more,” Minhee promises, overwhelmed by her own desire. She wants to do so much that it consumes her, slows her down. She wants to reach in between them and slip a finger inside Jisung and bite her exposed throat and kiss her slightly swollen mouth until Jisung forgets how to speak. She wants—

The doorbells rings, cutting through the moment rudely.

Jisung startles and snaps her head back upright. “Fuck,” she whispers. “Oh, fuck.”

Minhee blinks at Jisung. “Were we expecting someone?”

Jisung pouts, looking down at their intertwined bodies and sighing. “I’m sorry,” she says, their mouths so close that Minhee has to physically stop herself from kissing Jisung. “Hyunjinnie and Chaebin are here. They texted me right before you arrived.”

Minhee’s sigh matches Jisung’s as she falls forward to hide her face in the crook of her neck, nipping the skin there in one final bid to preserve this moment. She gathers herself, collecting the last remaining shards of her restraint and strengthening them. “No problem,” Minhee says, patting Jisung’s thigh and extracting herself from their embrace.

Jisung’s eyes slide down Minhee’s body, and Minhee feels her ears heat up at what is probably the painfully obvious boner visible through her sweatpants. “I’m going to go change,” she says.

Jisung’s mouth opens and closes.

Minhee grabs the hoodie lying on the loveseat next to the couch and hands it to Jisung. “Put this on.”

Jisung nods shyly, and then rubs her thighs together as she watches Minhee stand up.

Minhee takes a look at Jisung’s face and laughs, quickly pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Unnie won’t leave you like this next time.”

“You promise?” Jisung asks.

Minhee nods. “Come on,” she says, pulling Jisung upright and ducking her face to Jisung’s throat to scent her for a quick second.

Jisung barely gets a chance to put on her hoodie before Hyunjin starts singing her name from outside the door and rings the doorbell again.

The moment passes like a dream, interrupted so suddenly that Minhee wonders if it was, in fact, a figment of her imagination.

A moment later, Minhee looks at herself in the mirror. She takes in the sight of herself, eyes wild and lips stained slightly orange, wondering what the hell happens next.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

What happens next is…nothing. Nothing except a lingering look here and there. Nothing except Jisung holding onto Minhee’s hand a little tighter while Minhee pretends to pay attention to the movie playing on TV. Nothing except their feet tangling under the kitchen table when Minhee cooks them dinner that night. Nothing except Jisung leaning in and scenting the sensitive patch of skin under Minhee’s ear and scratching a nail over the freshly cropped hair at the back of her head and whispering, “You look really good with your hair this short, unnie.”

Nothing except Minhee blinking repeatedly as heat climbs up her ears and bidding Jisung goodnight, and wearing a stupid little smile on her walk back home.

Nothing keeps happening until Jisung texts her four days later.

bug

unnieeeeeeee

i felt shitty all day but i just finished my assignment

and now i need to take a shower

my shift was soooo long

euuugughhhhhhhhhhh

i don’t have any food in the house

and my eyes hueueueueueue. My eyes hurt.

my brain too

owwww

😞

i have had the worst day in the world

i don’t wanna mooooveeeeeeeee

Minhee

My poor baby

Answer two questions and then stay exactly where you are

Fried chicken or pizza?

bug

🥺

Chicken

Minhee

Scent blocker or no scent blocker?

bug

No scent blocker

please

Minhee zooms out the door as soon as Jisung’s second please hits her screen. She hears Chan say something from her room and shouts, “Jisung. Bye,” as her explanation before closing the door behind her and running to the car.

In record time, she picks up their food and lets herself into Jisung’s place, toeing her shoes off before heading straight for the bedroom on the far left.

The door is open when Minhee gets there, and all the things that were at the forefront of her mind melt away to give way to the singular, all-consuming need to take care of Jisung.

“Ah, jagi,” Minhee says softly, taking in the sight of Jisung sitting on her bed with a towel wrapped around herself, her shoulders slumped and legs dangling over the edge. She looks like a neglected kitten waiting for her headpats.

Minhee runs a hand through Jisung’s hair and tilts Jisung’s face up so it faces her. “How can I help, baby? What were you about to do?”

Jisung’s reply is caught around a sigh. She leans into the touch Minhee has over her cheek, hiding her face in the palm of her hand before she says, “I was just about to shave.”

“I’ll do it for you,” Minhee says.

Jisung looks up at Minhee with her cute pair of round, round eyes. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Jisung takes one long look at Minhee’s face and then nods. “Okay,” she says, headbutting Minhee’s hand. “Can you do just my legs, please?”

“Of course,” Minhee says, now aware of how much leg is exposed right in front of her. She quiets her thoughts and refocuses. “Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

A tired Jisung is a compliant Jisung. She stands up, resting nearly all her weight on Minhee before she walks them both to the bathroom.

When Minhee places Jisung at the edge of the bathtub, she dutifully ignores the towel coming loose around Jisung’s body.

“You’re comfy over there, jagi?” she asks, grabbing one of Jisung’s razors from the cabinet under the sink and storing it in her back pocket for a moment.

The question manages to get a small smile out of Jisung. “You know this bathtub is the only reason I like this apartment, my darling unnie.”

“Don’t forget your omega roommate bond with Seungminnie,” Minhee says, quoting Jisung’s words back at her as she wracks her brain for any other shaving supplies she might be missing.

Minhee isn’t a big shaver, but Jisung’s routine carries weight. Minhee will be damned if she doesn’t get this right.

“How could I ever,” Jisung says with a playful gasp, watching Minhee as she makes herself comfortable at Jisung’s feet.

Minhee looks up at her, watching some of the light return to Jisung’s eyes, and figures that she should just ask. “What should unnie use on your skin, baby?”

“Oh, yes. This one,” Jisung says, handing Minhee a lotion from somewhere behind her and settling back into her position.

Minhee gives Jisung a two-fingered salute and brings her focus back to Jisung’s leg. She takes a deep breath, willing her mind to focus.

“Shhh,” Minhee soothes, sitting back so she can hike Jisung’s leg up, resting it comfortably on her thigh. She spreads the lotion over golden skin softly, recalling the last time she watched Jisung do this.

Jisung’s foot flexes where it’s flush against the material of Minhee’s jeans. “Nervous?” Minhee asks, flicking her eyes up towards Jisung’s face as she draws the razor from her back pocket and shifts it to her left hand.

Jisung shakes her head. “Not at all,” she says, smiling as the towel around her body unfurls.

Minhee blinks and returns her attention to spreading the lotion up and over and under Jisung’s legs, pausing when she notices a…familiar scent now coated all over her hands.

“Hm,” Minhee says, smiling to herself as she moves her hand higher up on Jisung’s leg, pausing at her knees to spread her thighs apart wider. Jisung’s muscles seize for a second before her resistance melts into something sweeter.

“What?” Jisung asks, narrowing her eyes suspiciously when Minhee looks up at her with her hand warm against her inner thigh.

“Nothing,” Minhee hums. “Your lotion smells like…”

Jasmine, Minhee doesn’t say. It’s almost an identical replica of Minhee’s scent.

Jisung’s mouth falls open, forming a small o.

Minhee can’t hide the wide smile taking over her face, so she looks down at Jisung’s thigh and shakes her head.

She should probably shave below the knee first.

She attends to her task carefully, working the razor over unblemished skin. When she has to get the skin of Jisung’s calf, she lifts Jisung’s foot to her shoulder and ducks under, making sure she doesn’t miss a spot.

Minhee sets Jisung’s left leg down and switches the razor to her right hand, repeating the process until the only things left are Jisung’s thighs.

Be a good alpha, Minhee says to herself, and then dives headfirst—maybe not headfirst. Minhee definitely feels like she’s lost her head right now.

Minhee dives heartfirst into the task.

Jisung is humming a song under her breath while Minhee shaves her thighs. Her voice shakes sometimes, like when Minhee’s knuckles get close to the trim of Jisung’s lavender panties, which, of course, are challenging Minhee’s abilities to be good and normal and functioning.

Jisung stops singing altogether when Minhee gets into the tub and repositions Jisung with her back against the wall so she can get the underside of her thighs, holding her in that position and carefully spreading the lotion before she shaves.

A while later, Minhee tightens her hold over Jisung’s thigh and comes up for air. “I’m done,” she says, her voice barely a whisper, and her restraint at its limit.

Jisung’s legs are still spread open for her.  Minhee is honestly impressed that she managed to get through touching both of Jisung’s legs so thoroughly while their scents intermingle, caught in a dance so intimate that Minhee feels like she’s intruding every time she inhales. 

Jisung bites her bottom lip, something dangerous swimming in her eyes when she asks, “Are you sure?”

“Is there anywhere else my jagi wants me?”

“Unnie,” Jisung says, like a plea, like a warning.

“Tell me what you want.” Minhee leans down and noses her way down Jisung’s inner thigh, breathing in the jasmine lotion that gets quickly overshadowed by the thickening of her own, similar scent. The only difference is the ember of something smoky underlining Minhee’s scent. For one hot flash of a second, her scent intensifies, gets louder than anything else in the room, and Minhee considers just pulling Jisung’s towel off and eating her out right here until Jisung’s bucking her hips up onto her tongue and begging for her knot.

Minhee blinks, snapping out of it. “What are you trying to do to me, Han Jisung?” she asks, voice raspy before she forces herself to peel off of Jisung and stand up.

Jisung’s eyes look like they’re asking something, but Minhee remains steadfast. She can’t jump into this life changing thing with a moment’s worth of notice. She needs to know that Jisung means it. She needs to hear it, needs proof that it’ll mean to Jisung what it means to her. 

The proof will only come when they talk about it.

And so, Minhee will wait.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

They continue to not talk about it. Of course they don’t. Instead, Jisung keeps looking. Lingering. Minhee knows her well enough to know that there’s a question, a desire, hanging off the tip of her tongue. Minhee can’t read minds, but she’s willing to barter a guess about what Jisung’s thinking about right now, sitting at the chair near the desk in Minhee’s room and doing everything except studying.

She’s been biting the back of her pen and staring in Minhee’s general direction for the better part of the last half hour, and Minhee is trying to be careful and slow and good about this, but—

“Come here,” Minhee says, setting the book she’s reading aside on her bedside table with her glasses and patting her lap.

Jisung startles, her eyes taking a moment to sharpen and lose their glassiness from moments ago. She takes the pen out of her mouth and looks around, like she’s forgotten where she is. “Huh?”

“You’re not getting that assignment done, are you?”

Jisung groans, walking over and throwing herself onto the bed.

“What’s wrong, kitty?”

Jisung says something again, her voice muffled against the mattress.

Minhee shifts down the bed, walking on her knees until she’s almost hovering over Jisung. “Should I tickle you again so you tell me?”

Jisung gasps, turning so she’s on her back and crawling backwards. She holds a hand out in front of her and narrows her eyes at Minhee. “No! No. No, tickling is banned.”

The bed is only so big. Eventually, Minhee has Jisung cornered.

Minhee grabs onto one of Jisung’s flailing feet and holds it down, pointedly ignoring the spike in sweet-tinted vanilla hitting the air as she levels Jisung with her calmest stare. “Tickling isn’t banned.”

“It is!” Jisung says, trying to free her ankle from Minhee’s grip to no avail.

Minhee squeezes her fingers around Jisung’s ankle. “Tell me.” She doesn’t miss the way Jisung’s thighs open up like they’re making space for Minhee to crowd into her again, but she waits. Patience will reward her. She’s counting on it.

“Ugh,” Jisung says, “you’re so stubborn.”

“No, kitty,” Minhee says, smoothing her hand up Jisung’s leg and pausing at her knee. This restraint thing is hard. Really hard. And at the rate that Jisung’s sneaking glances down to Minhee’s crotch, things are only about to get harder. “I’m committed.”

“Committed to being evil.”

“Committed…” Minhee begins to say, inching up a little so her frame casts a shadow over Jisung, who looks prettier than ever laid out on Minhee’s bed like this. “—to taking care of you. Which I can’t do until you talk to me.”

Jisung bites the inside of her cheek.

“Come on, baby,” Minhee whispers, repositioning one final time so that she’s right on top of Jisung, straddling her waist. In the space between them, their scent pulses with the promise of something new, something inevitable.

“I can’t stop thinking about how you touch me,” Jisung says, matching Minhee’s volume. It’s quiet now, the sun eclipsed by the shape of Minhee’s body over Jisung. “And I…”

Minhee holds her breath.

“I want to show you what I got,” Jisung says, the words falling out of her mouth quickly.

Minhee furrows her eyebrows.

“What I got. When, um. When I called you? From—”

“Ah,” Minhee says, and then sits back on her haunches. No admission from Jisung just yet, but this is something. She can make do with spontaneous somethings. Right?

“Ah,” Jisung mirrors, and then sits up, “is that…okay?”

Minhee smirks. “Jisungie wants to show me the cock she chose?”

Jisung doesn’t respond the way she usually would. There’s no groan or complaint or light punch to Minhee’s shoulder. Instead, she looks up at Minhee and nods slowly, catching her bottom lip in between teeth.

“Oh,” Minhee says, caught off-guard at the sight of Jisung like this, shirt rucked up from movement and scent running circles around her. She doesn’t know what to do, so she takes a chance on this spontaneous something.

Jisung seems to read Minhee’s face, sliding out from under her and reaching for the bedside drawer. Suddenly, all-too-fast, not fast enough: she takes out the cock in question.

Minhee and Jisung pause for a moment. Jisung’s fingers are loosely wrapped around the base of the dildo. Minhee feels her own cock stir in her sweatpants at the sight. She’s never thought of Jisung’s hands as small, but like this, reframed, it feels like Jisung’s barely going to manage to get a proper grip on Minhee. Like this, it almost feels like Minhee’s being touched.

Jisung places the dildo at the centre of the bed and sits back on her knees, flitting her eyes up to Minhee’s face like she’s waiting for something.

Minhee says the first thing that comes to mind. “Cute.”

Jisung folds her arms in front of her chest. “What do you mean ‘cute’?!”

“Did you get a harness as well?” Minhee asks, reaching out to take the dildo in her hand. It’s reasonably sized. Smaller than Minhee, but the width looks satisfactory. And, of course, it’s pink.

Jisung gawks at Minhee, looking in between her hands and her face. “A—?”

“A harness,” Minhee repeats. “Isn’t that why you called me asking about a strap?”

“No,” Jisung says, shaking her head once, twice. “I don’t want…a harness. For me, I mean.”

“Ah,” Minhee nods. “So you wanted alpha to tell you what feels good?”

Jisung makes a small sound and averts her gaze.

“Jisung,” Minhee says, her voice losing its curious edge and taking on something more chiseled, more certain. “Answer.”

“Yes I did,” Jisung says, fidgeting with the ring on her finger as she sinks back into the fortress of pillows behind her. She draws her knees up to her chest and turns red.

“I haven’t used it yet,” Jisung says shyly, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “I thought you could…show me.”

Minhee takes a deep breath and moves closer to Jisung, dildo in hand. “What are you asking me for, Jisung?”

Jisung pouts. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Always.”

“I want you,” Jisung says, parting her thighs slowly and tugging the cuff of Minhee’s shirt towards herself, “t-to, ah, this is embarrassing,” she whines, and still trudges on. “Show me how you’d use that cock.”

Minhee’s throat lets out a satisfied, rumbling sound. “Good,” she says, planting a small kiss on Jisung’s knee before she sets the dildo aside. “Up,” she instructs, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her sweats and tapping Jisung’s hips.

Jisung’s pants are off and thrown somewhere behind Minhee in the next blink.

“Have you ever taken cock before, Jisungie?”

Jisung gulps. “No,” she says.

“No?”

“I mean…I’ve only ever been with Yoona and she, um. We never got around to getting a strap and she didn’t have, well—”

“Ah,” Minhee says. “Don’t worry, princess. Alpha’s going to take it slow with you.”

Minhee smooths her hands up Jisung’s thighs, pushing them apart and seating herself in the middle as she grabs the dildo next to them. “First rule of getting a cock inside you,” Minhee begins, “is that you need to get it wet.”

She taps the cock against Jisung’s mouth, watching it fall open easily for her.

“Breathe through your nose,” Minhee says, watching Jisung do what Minhee says like she was born to listen. “Go slow.”

“How much can you take?” Minhee whispers, pushing the cock into Jisung’s mouth slowly. Her mouth stretches around the dildo like a debauched promise.

When Minhee pauses, Jisung locks eyes with her and nods, humming when it’s halfway inside her mouth.

“Good girl,” Minhee says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto Jisung’s shoulder. “Wanna try more?”

Jisung nods, eyes fluttering before Minhee slides it deeper. She dips her head low to nose over Jisung’s scent gland, teasing it with her teeth and revelling in the whimper that she gets in response.

“That’s it,” Minhee murmurs. Jisung continues to breathe through her nose as Minhee feeds her the next inch. She manages to last two more seconds before she gags, her hand darting up to wrap around the dildo, over Minhee’s hand.

Minhee pauses, momentarily distracted by how good their hands look together, the darker shades of Minhee’s knuckle bruises patched over by the nails Jisung got done last week—a pink set with a dangling heart charm on the index finger.

Then, her gaze shifts to the tears collecting in Jisung’s waterline. “Aw,” she coos, pulling the dildo out of Jisung’s mouth and brushing a thumb against the wetness smeared over her chin. “We’re going to have to train your throat, Hannie.”

Jisung darts her tongue out and swipes it against Minhee’s thumb. “It’s hard,” she whines. “I didn’t think it would be so hard.”

Minhee brings her thumb to her own mouth and pushes it into her mouth, licking Jisung’s spit off her fingertip.

“Unnie,” Jisung says breathlessly, and then just stares.

Minhee laughs, endeared at the awestruck expression on Jisung’s face. “I think we got it wet enough,” she says, and then scoots back a little. “Lift your shirt up for me, won’t you?”

Jisung’s red, and she listens so well. She pulls her shirt up and uses the opportunity to hook her fingers into the waistband of her black panties. Minhee helps, pulling them down until they’re hanging off Jisung’s foot.

Minhee’s brain blacks out when Jisung pulls her shirt all the way off. She stares at the way the thick lettering of Jisung’s tattoo sits on the side of her thighs like it’s her first time seeing it, because it is. Minhee never got to see the full thing. She never knew what she’d do if she got the chance.

“Pretty,” Minhee murmurs, ghosting her knuckles over the ink and dragging her fingers sideways until she’s playing with the light smattering of hair over Jisung’s pussy. She’s wet, her slick seeping into Minhee’s touch with a dizzying rush. “My baby’s so wet for me.”

Jisung lets out a shuddery breath and spreads her legs wider, eyes wide as she watches Minhee’s fingers dip lower, pausing before they spread Jisung’s pussy open.

Minhee’s breath hitches, thinking that maybe she’s never going to be the same now that she knows what Jisung looks like when she’s desperate like this. She feels a tingling kind of energy collect in her fingertips. “You’re trying to kill me,” she says, matter of fact.

Jisung giggles, cute even when her slick shines on her inner thighs like a beacon of temptation.

She tightens her grip on the dildo and locks eyes with Jisung, bringing it under her mouth. “Should we get it a little wetter?”

Jisung traps her bottom lip in between her teeth and nods eagerly.

The corner of Minhee’s mouth lifts with a small smile before she spits on the dildo, basking in the warmth of the gasp that she earns from Jisung.

“Wet enough?” Minhee asks, using her thumb to spread her spit around before she drags the dildo down Jisung’s stomach.

Jisung’s hips kick up. “Ah—fuck. Yes, yes. Please, unnie,” she gasps.

Minhee takes a deep breath and lets her body fall forward, just a little, as if being tugged by the scent of Jisung’s slick, rich and syrupy. She belatedly realises that she’s breathing heavily, staring unblinkingly as she brings the pink cock down to Jisung’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Jisung hisses, her hips seeking more.

“Fuck,” Minhee echoes. “Unnie’s going to fuck you now, okay?”

Jisung whimpers. “Please,” she says, her voice cracking. “I-I need you, alpha.”

Minhee growls, nipping Jisung’s throat before she fucks the dildo into her with a feverish kind of desire. “Pretty girl. Breathe for me,” she murmurs. “Look at you, baby. Alpha’s going to fuck you with this cock, okay? Just like that. Keep breathing for me.”

Jisung’s body reacts like it’s Minhee herself sinking into Jisung’s heat. “Fuck,” Minhee says, her finger swiping against the head of the dildo when she pulls it out of Jisung, “you’re so wet.” The sound of the toy rubbing against Jisung’s clit and slipping inside her is pronounced in the space between them.

“Hngh—alpha,” Jisung moans, the curve of her breasts visible from how her shirt’s been riding up with all her squirming.

“I’m here,” Minhee says, diving headfirst under Jisung’s shirt and licking up her stomach.

Jisung’s hands scramble to reach around Minhee’s frame. She grasps at her biceps, her shoulders, the nape of her neck, only pausing when she manages to have her nails digging crescents into Minhee’s shoulder blades.

The pain-pleasure has Minhee moving her wrist faster, keeping the angle steady as she makes Jisung come apart with her toy.

“Unnie,” Jisung gasps brokenly, her hips beginning to undulate upwards, all staccato-like. Jisung’s scent infiltrates every breathable moment in between their bodies.

Minhee puts a thumb over Jisung’s clit, rolling her hips down with every thrust of the toy into Jisung. “Feels good?” she asks, grazing her teeth over the skin of Jisung’s throat before licking a hot, wet stripe up the long line of it.

Jisung’s pulse jumps under Minhee’s tongue. “So good,” Jisung slurs, her head lolling back.

Minhee delivers another bite, this time to Jisung’s bottom lip. She stays close to Jisung, their breaths exchanging before she says, “We’re going to have to get you a bigger one if you want to prepare for y—for alpha’s cock properly.”

“Ahhngh,” Jisung gasps. “I—hng. You are so…” she trails off. “Unnie, I’m going to—I. Can I? Can I, please? Can I cum?”

Minhee moans, her cock grinding down against the mattress. “Fuck,” she whispers, mostly to herself. Louder, she says, “Cum for me, baby.”

Jisung’s body seizes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body responds to Minhee’s words. She babbles mindlessly as she cums, her slick gushing out from around the dildo and onto Minhee’s fingers.

“Thankyouthankyou Thank you. W-wan’ more, want—” Jisung slurs, making little sounds through it, her eyes closed, her throat tempting. She squirms while her pussy coats Minhee’s hand in slick. “Thank you,” she says, breathless now.

Jisung opens her eyes and meets Minhee’s awestruck gaze.

Minhee…forgets where she is. She blinks. She can’t keep looking into Jisung’s eyes much longer unless she wants to confess all of her, so she ducks and hides her head in the curve of Jisung’s throat.

“Baby,” she sighs, affection lacing her tone. “You smell like everything I’ve ever dreamed about.”

“So do you—ngh,” Jisung whimpers, sinking back limply into the mattress and watching Minhee pull the cock out of her.

She cups Jisung’s pussy with the palm of her hand and noses her way down to Jisung’s chest. In a moment of honesty, she plants a kiss over Jisung’s heart and thinks, let me touch you like this forever.

Jisung makes one of her sleep-is-imminent noises. Her eyes communicate with a slow-blink when Minhee looks up at her face.

“Sleepy kitty,” Minhee coos, smiling at the way Jisung’s chest kicks up with a purr. She reaches up to brush Jisung’s hair back.

Jisung yawns, her eyes scrunching up cutely before she says, “Nyang.”

Minhee ignores the way her cock twitches in her pants at that and tumbles onto Jisung’s side before sliding off the bed. “Let’s clean you up and then sleep, hm?”

Jisung's eyes almost fall shut, but she blinks them open slowly as she allows herself to be lifted into Minhee’s arms.

Once Minhee manhandles Jisung into clean-up time, Jisung wraps her arms around Minhee’s neck and tugs the frayed collar of her muscle tee down. She rubs her face over Minhee’s scent gland, causing Minhee’s jasmine scent to flare wildly around them.

“Isn’t it time for you to take it off?” Jisung asks, her voice nearly a whisper as slips her hand under Minhee’s shirt and ghosts her fingers over the tape on Minhee’s chest.

Minhee smiles into Jisung’s hair. Thoughtful to a fault, her Jisung.

“Yes it is, kitty,” she says, and she doesn’t even have to ask for help or instruct Jisung on what to do next. Jisung gestures for Minhee to hold her shirt up and tells her to stay still, unnie while she grabs the oil on the bathroom counter.

Minhee’s wearing the stupidest smile on her face as she watches Jisung pour it onto her palms. “So I just…put it on the tape, right?”

“Mm,” Minhee says with an approving hum, “the more the better.”

Jisung flattens her palm over both sides of Minhee’s chest and chews on her bottom lip as she fixates on her task. It takes little time after that for the oil to seep through the tape.

Unsurprisingly, Jisung has taken Minhee’s instruction to heart, so she spends several minutes carefully soaking the tape, waiting for the adhesive to loosen.

Minhee puts a hand over Jisung’s and leads it to the corner of the tape, and then she hesitates. She catches Jisung’s gaze with a question in her eyes.

This is usually the part when Jisung leaves.

Jisung shakes her head. “I’m here,” she says.

Minhee exhales, nodding. “Go on, then,” she encourages, and they both gently work the tape off of Minhee’s chest. It ends up taking longer like this, with both of their hands trying to work away different sections, but Minhee thinks that maybe she likes it this way. Slow and steady, filled with enough pauses that every new move is intentional.

Jisung averts her eyes when the tape fully comes off, which is unbearably cute.

Minhee puts some oil over the skin the tape was just flush against and lets her shirt fall back down.

“Jisungie. Jump,” Minhee says, startling Jisung when she crouches down and grabs her by the back of her thighs,

“Wha—!” Jisung lets out a yelp. “What are you doing!”

Minhee bounces Jisung in her hold. “What the fuck, unnie,” Jisung says with a laugh, wrapping her arms around Minhee’s neck and holding on for dear life.

“I won’t let you fall,” Minhee says, brushing her nose against Jisung as she carries her back to bed and gently lays her down on it.

Jisung blinks up at Minhee, still for a second before a shy smile makes its way onto her face. “Alpha is so good to me,” she says, clearly fighting sleep again.

Minhee feels her heart sneak its way up her throat. Some of its well-kept secrets spill out when she admits, “Anything for you, Jisungie.”

Before Minhee knows it, she has an armful of her omega cuddling into her chest. When sleep takes her, she can hardly tell if the content purrs are coming from her or from Jisung.

A moment passes, and Minhee’s out like a light. 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“Unnie,” Jisung whispers, snapping Minhee out of a dream.

Minhee stirs in her sleep, vaguely aware of where she is. She’s disoriented for a second—until she’s not. Until she’s awake and Jisung isn’t in her lap anymore, brushing Minhee’s hair away from her face and kissing her forehead and calling her darling, darling, d—

“Minhee-unnie,” Jisung says, her breath tickling the slowly reddening shell of Minhee’s ear. Dream and reality overlaps, and Minhee’s heart skips a beat at the feeling of Jisung so close to her.

When she blinks her eyes open, she looks up at the ceiling and breathes in the mellowed-out mixture of vanilla and jasmine floating in the air, wondering what she needs to do to make sure that the rest of her life starts like this.

After a beat of silence, Jisung asks, “Do you remember the first time we met?” Her voice reverberates against Minhee’s chest while she talks, and Minhee admires what little she can see of Jisung’s face from this angle. 

“Of course,” Minhee says, and then giggles. “What came over you that night?”

Jisung makes a small sound and burrows her face deeper in Minhee’s chest. “I don’t even know,” she mumbles. “I was tipsy, I remember that.”

“Tipsy and a danger to your own limbs,” Minhee adds, recalling the way the prettiest girl she’d ever seen had come up to her and practically—literally—fallen into her arms.

Jisung groans. “Embarrasing.”

“No, cute,” Minhee corrects. “Very cute.”

“I thought you were so beautiful,” Jisung says, her voice considerably quieter.

Minhee gulps down her surprise and confesses a secret of her own. “I thought we were going to kiss by the end of that night.”

Jisung gasps. “Really?” she asks, her face pulling back to look at Minhee.

Minhee furrows her eyebrows. She expected Jisung to have questions, but…is that surprise on her face? If it is, if Minhee’s been wrong, then has Jisung really—not known?

“You wrote your number on my hand, Jisungie,” Minhee says, realising very quickly that she’s been confining herself to a web of assumptions this whole time.

Jisung bites her bottom lip nervously. “I was trying to be brave.”

“You were,” Minhee says. She’s scared to ask the next question, but it’s obvious. If Jisung’s surprise means anything, it’s that maybe Minhee’s been looking at things the wrong way. Maybe she shouldn’t have waited for a chance to kiss Jisung, all those years ago. Maybe the chance was in front of her all along, ready for the taking. “Did you think I’d kiss you that night?”

Jisung goes a little pink at the question, playing with the hem of Minhee’s shirt absent-mindedly. “Maybe…” she murmurs. “I wanted you to kiss me. Who wouldn’t! I really, really…” she trails off. “But I never held it against you! I thought, like. I thought…um…that you’d prefer for us to—not kiss.”

“Oh,” Minhee breathes, and then shakes her head. “But that’s not what I prefer.”

“Me neither,” Jisung says.

Minhee huffs, a quiet puff of air escaping from in between her lips. “We’ve been a little stupid, haven’t we?”

The corner of Jisung’s mouth lifts. “I don’t know, unnie. I think we’re perfect.”

Minhee brings her face closer to Jisung’s and kisses that cute little scrunched up nose. “You think so?”

“Mmhm,” Jisung says with a nod. “I wouldn’t change anything about us.”

Minhee watches Jisung’s eyes flick down to her lips. “Good,” Minhee says, “but still. I think your unnie should make up for her crimes.”

Jisung’s eyes light up. “I think so too,” she says, nodding very solemnly. “It’s the least she could do.”

Minhee raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I’ll show you the least I can do,” she says, and then swallows Jisung’s response by bridging the gap in between their mouths and finally, finally kissing her.

Jisung gasps into the kiss, melting into Minhee like she’s coming home.

Minhee pecks Jisung’s lips once, twice, thrice. She tilts Jisung’s face by the chin for the next one, slotting their lips together into a deeper kiss, one that ends with Minhee sinking her teeth into Jisung’s bottom lip.

Jisung whimpers.

Minhee hums approvingly, manhandling Jisung onto her back and climbing on top of her for the next one. Their lips are wetter when they come together this time, sliding over each other with a desperation that comes from years of waiting. “My baby,” Minhee coos, kissing Jisung like she’s trying to fuse their bodies into one.

“Mngh,” Jisung moans, burying her hands in Minhee’s hair and bringing their faces closer.

Minhee decides, right then, lost in another kiss with the girl of her dreams, that Jisung needs to be hers. Even if Jisung’s desire for a years-old kiss doesn’t mean she still wants Minhee, she’ll take a chance. She’ll agonise over it, talk herself into circles, draft confessions. She’ll do it all. She'll get on her knees, bare her heart, ask for what she wants.

Now, she just needs to figure out how.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

bug

unnie

u won’t believe what seungmin just said to me

Minhee

Is she telling you her weird sex stories again

bug

nooooo

i think she realised how much i enjoyed them last time

so she’s been extra mysterious about the girl (girls? she might have two gfs I’m unsure) she’s seeing

but she asked me

and i quote

“Did you and minhee finally get your shit together”

and i was like ??

and she said oh. then i bothered her for 15 minutes before she told me that she thought I was your omega now……..because i smell like you

Minhee

Oh

My omega

I see. Yes

Kim seungmin is very nosy

bug

yes and

idk

i thought it was nice

that means you must smell like me too

Minhee

I do

And so does my bed

I think it’s nice too, jagi

Minhee doesn’t type what’s been obvious this whole time, but suddenly seems to be the only thing at the forefront of her mind: I love you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Minhee might be committed to making Jisung hers, but she’s trying really hard to go about it in a normal way.

Lucky for Minhee, Jisung is committed, too. Committed to making Minhee feel anything but normal.

Howl’s plays in the background as Minhee puts her plans on the back burner and focuses on the most important task she has right now: running her hands through Jisung’s hair.

Jisung makes a content sound from below Minhee, where her head is burrowing into her lap. It makes the alpha inside Minhee preen that Jisung feels so at home in Minhee’s space, that their scents intermingle intuitively.

Minhee exhales softly, scratching at Jisung’s scalp with her blunt nails. Jisung responds by nuzzling her face deeper into the space between Minhee’s thighs.

Yeah, this isn’t really helping the whole normal case.

Minhee is a good alpha, though. She remains good and chains her want to a distant tree, hoping that its roots go deep as she attempts to ignore the way her cock is entirely dismissive of her efforts to be a good alpha. It twitches when Jisung pushes her face higher up, nosing at her inner thigh until she’s on the verge of brushing her face against Minhee’s bulge.

Jisung shifts, placing a hand on Minhee’s knee and playing with the seam of her shorts. “Unnie,” she says, sounding so far away. Her voice is muffled, lips brushing against the cloth of Minhee’s shorts.

Minhee wonders if this is a dream. It would make sense. Maybe all of this is one of Minhee’s elaborate Jisung-shaped fantasies. Too good to be true. 

Then, Jisung’s breath hits the skin of Minhee’s thigh, hot and stuttery, and Minhee knows this isn’t a dream. “Can I please—I. I really want...”

Jisung looks up at her, eyes wide and open and honest like a language Minhee can read by heart. She reaches out and puts a finger on the seam of Jisung’s lips, watching her mouth fall open.

“What do you want, jagi?” Minhee says, slipping a thumb into Jisung’s mouth.

Jisung’s eyebrows pinch together, her eyes going big and round when Minhee pulls her thumb out. She takes a long, wavering inhale, and turns around to nose her way up to the outline of Minhee’s cock. “I want you in my mouth.”

Minhee sucks in a sharp breath, her hips adjusting to make space for Jisung before her brain even has the chance to catch up.

“Yeah?” she rasps, watching Jisung place a steadying hand on each of Minhee’s thighs and slink onto the floor. Minhee cards her fingers and says, “Does Jisungie want something bigger in her mouth?”

Jisung noses her way under Minhee’s shorts, hiking them up higher as she scents her. She looks drunk on it already, eyes lidded and spit pooling from the corner of her mouth when she says, weakly, “Please.”

“Look at you,” Minhee says, awed at how good Jisung is, at how much she trusts Minhee to handle her. It makes something too-hot flash across every surface of her body. If Minhee was to put a hand over her own heart right now, she’d probably feel her fingertips burn. “Perfect. Made for me, darling. So, fuck, so good.”

Minhee’s hips kick up as Jisung’s hot breath lands on her clothed cock.

“I want you in my mouth, unnie,” Jisung says, headbutting Minhee’s navel like that’s going to get her what she wants faster.

“Of course, kitty,” Minhee coos. “I’ll give you everything you wa—ah—”

Jisung doesn’t wait much longer, taking the permission to heart and mouthing her way up to Minhee’s drawstring.

Jisung grunts, then. “Take it off,” she whines, attempting to pull Minhee’s shorts down.

Minhee laughs. “Patience.”

“Take these off.”

“Say please,” Minhee lilts.

Jisung locks eyes with Minhee, something sparkling in them when she very pointedly does not say please and instead sticks her tongue out, flattening it over the now-obvious shape of Minhee’s hard cock.

“Fuck,” Minhee grits. “Fuck this,” she says, her impatience taking over as she quickly pulls her shorts off.

Jisung surges forward without preamble, burying her face in between Minhee’s legs. “Alpha,” she murmurs, desperation lacing her tone in a way that has Minhee twitching underneath her boxers.

“Jisung,” Minhee says, fighting through the wave of sweet vanilla overcoming the air to get her next words out. “Do you want alpha to knot your mouth?”

Jisung moans, suckling over the clothed tip of Minhee’s cock before she gasps, “Yes. Yes, please.”

Minhee mutters a curse under her breath and pulls her cock out of her boxers, hissing when her hand wraps around herself.

“Mfngh,” Jisung moans, nearly indecipherable. She sits back on her knees and gives Minhee’s cock a wide-eyed look. “Unnie, I can’t believe you didn’t put this in my mouth the day I met you.”

Minhee huffs, opening her mouth to respond, but Jisung doesn’t let her. She wraps her fist around Minhee and gives her an exploratory pump and keeps talking. “I knew you’d be big. Like, even when I didn’t know. I thought about...”

“Fuck,” Minhee whispers, her hips stuttering towards Jisung. She steadies her grip on Jisung’s hair and tugs at it lightly. “What did you think about, baby?”

Jisung keeps looking down at Minhee’s cock, her hand picking up speed as she jerks Minhee off.

Jasmine erupts in the air when Jisung’s thumb slides against Minhee’s tip.

“Thought about you using me,” she says, leaning closer and rubbing her lips over the precum collecting on Minhee’s tip. “Thought about you making me yours.”

“You’re mine,” Minhee says, her eyes fluttering as she holds Jisung’s hair back for her. Jisung swirls her tongue around Minhee’s tip, looking just like she did when she wrapped her mouth around the orange candy that brought them here.

“Alpha will use you, baby,” Minhee murmurs, tightening her grip on Jisung’s hair. She pauses, waiting until their eyes meet and Jisung nods.

Minhee pulls Jisung off her cock, taking herself in her hand and rubbing her tip over Jisung’s spit-slick lips.

Jisung pouts, squirming a little as heat rises up her cheeks. “Aw,” Minhee says, guiding Jisung’s mouth back onto her cock, setting a slow rhythm—back and forth and back and forth. “Is Jisungie getting wet from sucking cock?”

Jisung hums around her mouthful, the vibration sending shocks up Minhee’s spine. “Pretty girl,” Minhee says through a groan. Then, instinct grips her by the throat, reminding her to reach for one of the couch cushions. She sits up and puts the cushion on the floor in front of her, gesturing for Jisung to put her knees on it instead of the carpet.

Jisung smiles at Minhee, her scent spiking with something sweet, something desiring. She returns her focus to Minhee’s cock like she’s in a rush, her tongue flattening on the underside.

Both of them realise at the same time that the base of Minhee’s cock is swelling already.

“Ah,” Minhee says, her ears heating up. She would be more embarrassed at how quickly Jisung has her on the verge of popping a knot if she wasn’t having her life changed by the sight of those lips stretched around her dick, so she barely acknowledges her body’s reaction as her vision starts to go blurry at the prospect of using Jisung’s mouth.

“Relax your throat for me, okay?” Minhee says, clenching her core to stop herself from fucking Jisung’s throat raw in the next second.

Minhee holds Jisung still and fucks her hips up into her mouth carefully. Jisung’s throat convulses around her for a moment before she takes a deep inhale and relaxes.

“That’s it,” Minhee says, petting Jisung’s throat with the hand that isn’t in Jisung’s hair. She pulls out, rolling her hips inside slowly. “Ahh, fuck. Good girl,” Minhee coos, her eyes fluttering when she hits the back of Jisung’s throat and pulls back.

Pop, and Jisung slides her mouth off of Minhee. “Properly, unnie. Please,” she says, eyes watery as she drops her mouth open for Minhee again.

Minhee’s head falls back onto the cushion behind her. She closes her eyes tightly until sparks go off beneath her eyelids, and then, when she looks back in between her legs, there Jisung is—real.

This is really happening. 

“Pinch me if you need a break,” Minhee says, smiling at Jisung’s eager nods before she slaps her cock against Jisung’s waiting tongue.

Jisung’s eyebrows come together in a wordless plea.

Minhee lets out a stuttery breath before she tightens her hold over Jisung’s hair again and fucks her cock into her mouth, setting an urgent pace from the start. She can already feel her orgasm coming, imminent with the way heat pools and spills over in her gut. She drives her cock in and out of Jisung’s mouth over and over, trapped in a mindless trance. Drool dribbles out from the corner of Jisung’s mouth, and Minhee is helpless to the way Jisung lets her take the reins, grabbing onto Minhee’s thighs and digging her nails into her flesh.

The pain melds into pleasure as Minhee gasps, “Shit, jagi, Jisungie. Ah. You’re so good. Going to—fuck—knot that pretty mouth now, okay?”

Jisung moans around Minhee’s cock, everything in her body screaming yes. She wraps a hand around the base of Minhee’s cock, her fingers barely able to form a loose hold around Minhee’s quickly swelling knot.

Minhee’s thrusts into Jisung’s mouth grow aborted.

“Shh—shit, you’re going to take it now, yeah? Good girl, breathe for me. Breathe for alpha,” she says, grinding into Jisung’s mouth one final time before she cums.

Jisung makes a helpless sound, her throat opening to swallow what she’s given. She moans around Minhee’s cock, loud and unabashed like she’s the one cumming. 

Minhee comes down from her orgasm with a slowing of her hips. She comes to a near stop when her knot is too big to slip out of Jisung’s mouth.

Jisung slumps forward, her shoulders relaxing as she catches her breath.

Minhee collects all of Jisung’s hair and moves it to one side, petting her head, whispering praise when Jisung keeps breathing just like Minhee told her to. She looks ruined—the tear tracks under her eyes, the spit dripping down her chin, her pink, swollen lips.

Jisung looks like she’s been fucked. Minhee’s knot twitches at the sight, but she pointedly ignores it in favour of watching Jisung’s eyes grow heavier. She stares until her own eyes start to burn with how much she isn’t blinking—because she doesn’t want to miss a single thing. She needs to distill this moment, carve out a place in her skin for it. She needs to remember how it feels to have Jisung content in her lap, purring around her knot, touching Minhee in all the ways she’s dreamed about.

Jisung rests her head on Minhee’s thigh, and the world goes quiet.

Minhee’s chest rumbles with quiet content as she watches sleep take over Jisung. Her knot’s going to take a while to go down, but for now—she intends to keep running a hand through Jisung’s hair, helplessly devoted.

When her knot slips out of Jisung’s mouth some time later, Minhee gathers Jisung into her arms, kicking the clothes strewn over the floor to the side for later and carrying Jisung to the bedroom.

“You’re so strong,” Jisung mumbles, sounding half-asleep as stirs, squeezing Minhee’s muscles. She nips the skin under Minhee’s scent gland when they’re almost at the bedroom, making Minhee purr softly where Jisung’s pressed against her.

“Ooh,” Jisung says, suddenly sounding more awake. “Does alpha like that?”

Minhee huffs, but her brain quickly blanks when Jisung’s teeth return to her neck.

“Ah,” Minhee gasps, tightening her hold over Jisung and throwing her onto the bed as soon as she comes back online. 

“Repeat that for me, jagi,” Minhee says, smirking.

Jisung sticks her chin up, defiant, undeterred. “I asked if alpha likes it when I bite her.”

“I’ll only tell you if you return the favour.”

Jisung tilts her head. “Hm?”

“Tell me if…” Minhee pauses, considering her options. “Tell me if you like it when I touch you.”

“Fine,” Jisung says, nodding earnestly. “You first.”

“I like it when you bite me,” Minhee admits.

“I’m glad, because I’m a biter. I like it when you touch me,” Jisung responds.

Minhee gets on the bed, ghosting her knuckles over the exposed skin of Jisung’s navel. “I like it when you make sweet little sounds for me.”

Jisung whimpers. “I like it when you carry me around.”

Minhee feels the alpha in her stir with satisfaction. “I like it when you do what I say.”

Jisung gets wide-eyed at that, like she’s been caught. A blush rises up to her neck.

“Cute,” Minhee murmurs, unable to resist the urge to lean forward and plant a kiss over the swell of Jisung’s breasts.

“I like it when you follow me around like a lost cat,” Jisung says.

Minhee laughs. “Yah,” she says, no heat in her tone. “I like when you pretend you’re going to wear the outfit I picked for you before turning up in what you wanted to wear.”

Jisung giggles. “It’s part of the process! You wouldn’t get it,” she sniffs, and then reaches a hand up to Minhee’s ear, tracing the shape of her lobe. “I like your piercings. And your rings. And that chain you’re always wearing around your neck. It’s like, you were already so hot and then you showed up with rings on just to ruin my life.”

Minhee blinks. “Ah,” she says, feeling her ears heat up. She gathers herself and says, “I like when you sing me a song with your beautiful voice.”

Jisung smiles, searching Minhee’s eyes before she says, softly, “I like when you look at me.” She holds Minhee’s gaze captive and continues, “—like I’m the only thing in the world.”

“I like it when you’re the only thing in my world,” Minhee says, and she’s about to say it, take that leap, make it real—

“I like you,” Jisung says.

Minhee’s mouth, open and ready for the next sentence, is immediately disarmed. “What?” she asks, her own voice faint to herself.

Jisung furrows her eyebrows, looking all over Minhee’s face. “Did you not know that already, unnie?”

Minhee blink-blink-blinks. “Sorry,” Minhee says, trying to find her footing again. “What, I—”

“Stop,” Jisung interrupts. “Did I break your brain?” she asks, looking over Minhee’s face in disbelief. “I like you, unnie.”

Minhee exhales shakily. “I like you too.”

“Like, how much?” Jisung asks, clearly amused at whatever journey Minhee’s face is going on. Still, vanilla sparks in the space between them, giving away how pleased Jisung is.

“Ah, I don’t know,” Minhee says, her senses catching up to her. “A lot, I guess.”

“You guess?” Jisung asks, her eyebrows climbing her forehead.

Minhee bites Jisung’s nose gently before the words she’s been putting off spill out.

“I like when you’re you,” she says, sighing as she finishes her sentence, “because I love you.”

A shocked puff of air leaves Jisung. “Unnie,” she says, smiling so wide that her cheeks bunch up. “I love you too, Minhee-unnie.”

Minhee drops her weight down on Jisung, breathing out with relief.

“Oh, wow,” Jisung says. “You really didn’t know.”

“I guessed,” Minhee counters. “But I was never sure.”

Jisung reaches up and flicks Minhee’s hair out of her eyes. “I can’t blame you. I always…talked myself out of it. I thought I was making things up in my head.”

“Silly,” Minhee said. “We’re both silly. I didn’t even think you thought of me as like…a sexual being. We never talked about…love. Or sex, really.”

Jisung bites her bottom lip. “Unnie, I’ve had a crush on you for so long,” she says, and pauses. “So long that I think I just compartmentalised it. I didn’t want to talk about romance or sex or anything with you because then it would mean I’d have to talk about you with,” Jisung’s jaw clenches, her eyes narrowing, “other people.”

Minhee’s chest rumbles, the alpha in her endlessly pleased that her omega’s possessive. “Mm. And then the cock happened.”

“Then the cock happened,” Jisung confirms. “And it was like we opened up a room I’d kept locked after being near you in rut that one time.”

“Since then?” Minhee asks, mouth dropping open.

“Since before that,” Jisung says, averting her gaze shyly.

“Hey, hey,” Minhee ducks so that she’s meeting Jisung’s eyes again. “Me too.”

“You too?” 

Minhee’s shoulders shake with a laugh. “I know. We’re really silly. We got here eventually, though, right?”

Jisung smiles at the kiss Minhee delivers over her heart.

Minhee shifts, and they’re face to face again.

Jisung tilts her head up, brushing her lips against Minhee teasingly. “Where exactly did we get? Aren’t you supposed to…” she trails a finger up Minhee’s arm, pausing to feel her bicep up, “...make me yours, now?”

Minhee growls quietly, nipping Jisung’s chin. “Is that what you want?”

“I’ve been wanting it. For so long,” Jisung says, flattening her palms over Minhee’s stomach and dragging them down, slow. “But if alpha doesn’t want to, I could always go find another—”

Successfully provoked, Minhee grabs Jisung’s wrists and pins them above her head, baring her teeth when Jisung’s words dissolve into a hiccupy little sound. “You could always go find what?”

“Um,” Jisung says, her legs spreading to make space for Minhee between them.

“Um,” Minhee parrots, biting Jisung’s bottom lip. Her fingers ruck Jisung’s shirt up before pulling it off entirely in one swoop. “Jagi, haven’t you realised?” she asks, sucking a bruise into the hollow of Jisung’s throat. “No one else can give you what you deserve.”

Jisung gasps when Minhee punctuates the statement with a hand slipping under every layer Jisung has on circling a finger over her clit.

“Ah,” Jisung moans, arching her back up towards Minhee as the finger on her clit picks up speed. “Hngh, unnie, ‘s good.”

Minhee growls into Jisung’s throat, carelessly pushing Jisung’s pants down and only briefly bypassing the urge to rip her panties apart. She yanks them down and brings her hand back to Jisung’s exposed pussy, collecting slick on her fingers and spreading it around, dipping lower until she’s on the verge of fucking into Jisung.

“Mine,” Minhee murmurs, dragging her mouth down Jisung’s body and flicking a tongue over her nipple. Jisung trembles, her fingers wrapping around the hand that waits, poised to fuck Jisung.

“Unnie,” Jisung says, trying to roll her hips up towards Minhee’s fingers to no avail, because Minhee’s holding her down. “Please.”

“What does my jagi want?” Minhee asks, sucking a hickey beneath Jisung’s nipple.

Jisung’s hold around Minhee’s wrist gets tighter, more insistent. She tries to guide her fingers in, spreading her legs wide enough that Minhee’s fingertips are almost beckoned closer by the heat of Jisung’s pussy.

“Pleaseplease. Fuck me,” she gasps, blinking wet, wide eyes down at Minhee, who continues her descent,  biting her way down to Jisung’s stomach.

Minhee smiles sweetly at Jisung, fingers still unmoving. “Do you want it, baby?”

“Yes,” Jisung says, her voice sweetened with need.

“How bad?”

“So bad,” Jisung whispers, her eyes flicking to Minhee’s flexed arm. “Please.”

Minhee relents. She pushes two fingers into Jisung, who sucks her into a new kind of heat—one that has Minhee’s cock leaking in her pants.

She moves down to bring her face in between Jisung’s legs, fingers curving upwards inside Jisung before she buries her face in her pussy, flattening her tongue over her like a woman starved.

Her nose rubs against Jisung’s clit, drawing out little ah ah ahs from her. Minhee hums, pleased at the taste of Jisung on her tongue, sweet vanilla and the distinct tanginess of pussy seeping into every one of her senses.

Minhee’s fingers fuck in and out of her, slowing down when Jisung responds to pressure around her clit by clenching down around her fingers.

“Fuck,” Jisung gasps, grinding her hips up into Minhee’s face.

Minhee moves her hand up to Jisung’s navel, holding her down as she doubles her efforts to make Jisung cum.

The wet squelch of her fingers moving in and out of Jisung is all she can hear until Jisung moans, loud and unabashed when Minhee slides her tongue down Jisung’s slit and fucks it into her alongside her fingers.

“I’m going—I…” Jisung gasps, chest heaving as her head lolls back.

Minhee doesn't stop, even when Jisung’s pussy gushes with slick and her legs shake and her body almost lifts itself off the bed. She holds Jisung down and fucks an orgasm out of her with a single-minded focus that wipes her brain blank of any thought but vanilla on her tongue and Jisung, Jisung, Jisung.

“I’m cumming—ngh—alpha, thank. Ngh. Thank you thankyou.”

Minhee grinds down on the mattress when Jisung cums on her face, thinking nothing except: I could die here.

However, Jisung has other plans.

“Kiss,” she demands, pulling Minhee up by the shoulders.

Minhee can feel Jisung’s slick coating her chin when she reluctantly removes her face from in between her legs, but she could never say no to her omega.

“Knot, please,” Jisung says, kissing Minhee when their faces are aligned and pouting up at her. “Knot now? Inside me.”

Minhee blinks, barely processing anything. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand and begins to say, “Wha—”

Jisung seems to have had enough, so, in a sudden burst of energy that Minhee chalks up to post orgasmic bliss (on Jisung’s side) and post-orgasmic horniness (on Minhee’s side), she hooks her leg around Minhee’s hip and topples her over.

Sooner than she knows it, Minhee’s on her back, looking up at Jisung, who is sun-kissed, sweaty, bitten all over, and straddling Minhee.

“Knot,” Jisung repeats, looking very affronted that she’s having to say it again. She grinds down against Minhee’s boner.

Minhee’s beginning to think that the post-orgasmic horniness goes both ways.

She watches Jisung scramble to get Minhee’s sweatpants off. She’s very no-nonsense about undressing Minhee, whining hurry up as soon as she thinks it’s taking too long.

In no time, they’re both naked, and Jisung’s pussy slides over Minhee’s bare cock, wet and sloppy and—

“Fuck, you’re so hot, jagi,” Minhee says, watching Jisung move back and forth as she grinds against Minhee’s cock. Pleasure sparks under her skin, making her grab Jisung’s waist and roll her hips up.

She watches the tip of her cock rub against Jisung’s clit and reaches in between them, transfixed on Jisung. She spreads Jisung’s pussy open wider, sitting her on her cock.

“Minhee,” Jisung moans, falling forward and steadying herself with her hands on Minhee’s shoulders. Like this, with Jisung grinding against her, it almost feels like Jisung’s pussy is jerking Minhee off, and sight is obscene. 

“Look at you,” Minhee coos, reaching up and pinching Jisung’s nipple. “Is kitty so desperate that she’ll make cum against anything? What if I gave you just my thigh, hm?”

Jisung shakes her head. “No, no, no—knot. I need your knot inside me,” she says breathlessly. Minhee’s cock catches against her entrance, and Jisung’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

Minhee hisses, holding Jisung’s hips in place to dangle their bodies at the edge they’re on for a moment longer.

“What about my arm, mm? Would you grind your pretty little pussy against anything unnie gave you? I bet you would.”

Jisung whimpers, her eyes fluttering like she’s thinking about it.

Then, holding Jisung still, Minhee catches Jisung’s gaze and buries her cock all the way inside her.

Jisung falls forward almost immediately. “Ah,” she gasps, her mouth finding Minhee’s throat. She sucks the skin over Minhee’s jumping pulse and squirms, clearly adjusting to the feeling of Minhee inside her.

“Good?” Minhee asks, holding back with everything in her.

“Hngh—yes, good,” Jisung gasps, biting her way up to Minhee’s ear and tugging at her earring with her teeth. “Unnie,” she says, sounding breathless. “Your omega is going to start feeling so, so, so neglected if you don’t start fucking her now.”

Minhee huffs, turned on beyond belief at Jisung calling herself Minhee’s omega. She feels the band of restraint in her body snap. “I’ll fuck you,” she says, and pulls Jisung off her cock before slamming her back down on it.

Jisung’s bite on her ear turns into an open-mouthed gasp.

“I’ll—ah. I’ll fuck my omega until she can’t go a day without my knot,” Minhee says, drilling her hips into Jisung and biting her shoulder, now within reach with how Jisung’s body seems to have lost its ability to stay upright.

“Oh—ngh,” Jisung whimpers, her back arching as she takes Minhee’s cock. “O-only a day, huh?”

Minhee growls, holding Jisung flush against her before she flips them around again, planting her knees firmly on the bed and grinding deeper into Jisung’s pussy.

“Hm. Jisungie likes to pretend that she’s a little brat,” Minhee says, bringing one of Jisung’s legs up to her shoulder as she slides a pillow under Jisung and lifts her slightly into the air, driving her cock deeper at this angle.

Jisung lets out a guttural moan, her hands grabbing at the bedsheet. Her pussy clenches around Minhee’s cock with a vice grip, and Minhee has to bite Jisung’s calf to feed the urge to mark her all over.

“Ahnghhh, s’ big…” Jisung trails off, her eyes focused on the way Minhee’s hips move, keeping pace.

The bed creaks every time Minhee fucks into Jisung. She reaches down to grab the base of her cock, feeling it swell as Jisung’s orgasm makes its imminence felt. She holds Jisung in place with a hand to her stomach and grinds slowly into her pussy, angling her hips upwards until Jisung is convulsing, saying knot me, alpha, please, please please—

Minhee hooks the leg Jisung has on her shoulder around her hips and gets closer to her, mouthing over the dark lettering on Jisung’s side. “Cum for me,” Minhee says, feeling a familiar tremor pass through Jisung.

Jisung’s body locks up right as she cums around Minhee’s cock, moaning shamelessly while Minhee slams her hips into her.

“Unnie,” Jisung cries, her hips stuttering. Jisung rides the wave of her orgasm until it has her wrung out, leaving her boneless and so wet that Minhee would be worried about slipping out if it wasn’t for her knot.

“Baby,” Minhee breathes out.

“Darling,” Jisung replies, blinking her eyes open slowly. She’s breathing heavily, her hair is matted against her forehead with sweat, and her lips look like they’ve been bitten raw. Minhee’s heart sings.

“Baby, look at you,” she coos, so in love that her scent bursts with adoration. “Made to take my knot.” Minhee strokes the skin of Jisung’s stomach, slowing her grinds down into an almost-stop.

“Yes,” Jisung says, wriggling around cutely. “Made for you.”

Minhee’s knot locks her into stillness, and she falls on top of Jisung, making sure to distribute her weight to her arms before rolling them onto their sides. “And I’m made for you,” she says, guiding one of Jisung’s legs to wrap around her.

Jisung whimpers when Minhee’s knot shifts inside her. “Yes you are,” Jisung says, clearly far from unaffected. Her pussy clenches around Minhee, dribbling out slick and cum. If it wasn’t for the knot locking them together, Minhee would probably lick the cum out of Jisung and draw another orgasm out of her.

“Unnie,” Jisung says, drawing Minhee’s attention away from the wet heat of her pussy.

Minhee kisses Jisung’s cheek, biting it lightly before she asks, “Mm?”

“Can you knot me again once this goes down?”

Minhee pauses, and then giggles. “Ah, you want a knot per hour, huh?”

“One minimum,” Jisung agrees seriously.

“I love you,” Minhee says, endeared beyond belief. “I’ll give you everything, jagi.”

She doesn’t even realise she said the words she’s been so scared of for so long until a soft gasp tumbles out of Jisung’s lips. Jisung’s heart thumps against Minhee’s, its rhythm forming the words Minhee left unsaid for too long. I love you. I love you—

“I love you too, darling,” Jisung says, and Minhee closes her eyes in content, thanking whatever powers that exist for Han Jisung’s Dildo Adventure and everything that followed.