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“How do I look, hyung, you think that’s too much?”
Minho stopped counting how many breaths he exhaled through his nose only this evening but he’s sure that he’s broken a new record. His tightened hand around his phone twitches, and he finds it more challenging than an early morning shift to look up from his phone to the boy fidgeting impatiently on his feet before him.
“I told you, you look nice.” Minho grumbles without even gazing up at Jisung, his best friend of long, long years. He hears the boy grunting loudly, and being the pain in the ass he is, Jisung pokes Minho’s shin with his toe, coaxing him to look up.
“You haven’t even looked, I wore another color,” he whines and adds, “stop being so stubborn, hyung, I promise it won’t kill you,”
Minho, languid with the weariness of the long, busy day and Jisung’s persistent pleas, sighs in defeat. He builds up all his courage and lets his eyes dart up to Jisung. He tries to swallow his broken breathing at the sight of something worthy of losing both his dignity and sanity over, the enticing sight of his best friend wearing a black pair of lacy panties with a pretty little ribbon in the middle. With his large white tee bundled up in one hand, Jisung drags the fabric higher above his navel to give Minho a better look at his little panties.
“What do you think? Do I look admirable enough?” Jisung asks, popping his hip to the side and tilting his head, a pout resting on his pinkish lips.
Minho feels the blood pumping into his brain at the speed of lightning, and his inside vibrating with both jealousy and insatiable possessiveness. Nails twitching on his sides with the need to sink into something as plush and alive as Jisung’s thighs where blood streams the warmest. Yet, his face betrays no emotion or a threat, Minho draws in a breath.
The thing is both his heart and soul—and also his dick, but never mind his horny brain— have been achingly yearning for his best friend for so many years that he’s had many lonely nights to master the art of being nonchalant and indifferent.
When Jisung introduced him to his first boyfriend in his senior year of high school, a pang of jealousy stabbed Minho in the chest so sharp that he became sure his love for Jisung had been in no denial. “I just couldn’t do it, hyung, I’m devastated that I’ll die a virgin,” Jisung confessed to Minho after his first boyfriend broke up with him because Jisung hadn’t felt ready to go beyond making out and a few clumsy hand jobs. Minho tried to reassure him by saying he wasn’t worthy of his love and care, that Jisung deserved someone better than that asshole. He made Jisung forget about the boyfriend as quick as a match catching fire.
The second time he got into a serious relationship, they broke up because the guy didn’t like that Jisung’s pussy was always so wet and dripping even with a simple dry humping. My steak too juicy and my lobster too buttery shit, Minho thought to himself, what a loser. He was glad that Jisung, again, couldn’t get to the point of fucking someone.
Now, the third time Jisung has a boyfriend happened thanks to the old fashion way, a dating app he uploaded on his phone. It’s been exactly four weeks and two days since Jisung met “the love of his dreams” and immediately fell for him head over heels. He couldn’t stop talking to Minho about how kind, hot and funny the guy has been and how precious he made Jisung feel. Since the guy was in another city for a couple of months due to his work, they’ve been texting and voice messaging nonstop at every occurrence to the point of pushing Minho to the edge in silent agony. Minho was dead sure a vessel finally popped in his brain when Jisung sangsong that Jungwoo was coming for the holiday this weekend and he was finally about to lose his virginity to, again, “the man of his dreams”.
Yet, the major issue that scratches Minho’s brain has been neither Jisung’s boyfriends nor his fixated obsession with having sex. The question was why at every given chance Jisung had to show off himself to Minho in the most non innocent and practically naked ways ever. One day during their evening anime marathon, upon watching a cheesy couple, he could be whining about how needy and alone he felt while practically climbing onto Minho’s lap. Another day, in the middle of a conversation about their sexual life and how one of Minho’s flings had been sore for the whole weekend, Jisung would shamelessly admit and say: hyung, that’s totally normal. Your cock is so big, I would be limping for days too if you put it in my pussy.
The next day, again, Jisung’d be talking about another dude he met somewhere and how much he liked him, and leaving Minho to rot in his ugly thoughts and restless feelings. The signals were there but also were not there, and that would cost Minho countless sleeps and fairytale dreams.
Therefore, at some point, Minho had to learn to control himself and be able to remain indifferent to Jisung’s fierce love life. He knows how to handle the vaguely there twitch under his pants at the sight of his best friend in cute panties, turning around to show his cute perky ass and plump cheeks.
“Hyung, your silence tortures me, I need a reaction,” Jisung murmurs, wiggling his ass a little.
However, Minho also has gained some immunity to his antics. He learnt to play in Jisung’s face just like he toys with him whenever he pleases. So, he doesn’t hesitate to get up on his feet and walks a few steps to Jisung until he is behind his patiently waiting figure.
Jisung’s breath hitches as Minho suddenly hooks his finger under the elastic at the back of his panties.
He casually pulls it up to tease him and releases it, letting it snap sharply against Jisung’s skin, eliciting a sudden jolt from his body.
“You look fuckable, Jisung, so pretty and delicate,” Minho utters, landing a rather harsh slap on Jisung’s ass cheek, “happy, now?”
Jisung hiccups, faltering a few steps far from Minho before turning back to him. His eyes have widened and became more trembling, Minho notices before stepping back to his place on the comfy couch of Jisung’s living room.
“T—thank you, hyung.” Jisung mutters away sheepishly, averting his reddened gaze.
Back and forth in friendly and dangerous circles around each other. That’s basically how the tension around them has been for years since they went to college and Jisung became a sex pervert who never had sex. Minho continues scrolling on his phone again as Jisung awkwardly disappears into his room, mumbling something about putting on his next outfit and being right back. Obviously, he isn’t right back.
The night and the automated doomscrolling on Twitter in need of clearing his Jisung filled brain long, Minho catches himself slightly dozing off, his head drifting back onto the head of the couch, phone slipping off between his fingers. Maybe he should call it a day here and occupy Jisung’s couch until the next morning. Maybe in the morning, Jisung will realize how delirious Minho feels for him and magically feel the same and give up on that irrelevant man he’s going to break up with in a few weeks anyway. Sighs Minho, he seriously needs some sleep in his system.
A man can only dream because in minutes, Jisung is there, gently tapping on his shoulder and jolting him awake. “Hyung, you should stay over,” he murmurs, “let’s get to my bed.”.
Minho nods without protesting and follows Jisung into his room and his queen size bed. They’ve been sharing beds since high school so it’s never been a problem for them. Minho can only thank God as he sees Jisung back in his boxers and out of his panties. He is quick to cuddle into Jisung and wrap his arms around his middle from behind. He snuffles closer, rich scent of jasmine and thick honey lulling him into sleep.
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Minho’s eyes part with a strange, primal instinct to take charge and consume. In his lower belly and crotch, Minho feels a wild sensation provoking enough to fog over his senses. His eyes dart lower until he sees the source of his ragged breaths and clouded brain, the way Jisung is feeling himself in his sleep, huffing silent moans and sliding his ass up and down Minho’s half hard dick strained in his thin sweats. Jisung’s lips are parted and slightly open, brows almost knitted, cheeks flushed adorable red in a sense.
Minho lets a few tense minutes pass and doesn’t interfere, waiting for Jisung to finally rest. He swallows back a moan each time Jisung eagerly grinds onto him shamelessly in his sleep, his legs squeezed together pressuring his pussy. A primitive, animalistic sensation engulfs Minho as the heat shooting from Jisung’s body becomes too much to bear and he decides to take control of the situation.
Providing, providing, providing.
Minho needs to provide Jisung what he needs.
He lightly presses on Jisung’s shoulder until his back lays down on the bed and he’s fully on display. He pulls in a deep breath, preparing himself for what comes next. Before Jisung can whine about the pause of the friction on his ass, Minho cups his cunt through his boxers.
Oh, sweet heavens, Minho thinks, as he can feel even through his underwear how wet and needy Jisung got. He slightly presses his middle finger against his entrance, and Jisung’s pussy is already throbbing under his fingers. Before guilt can creep into his heart, Minho fights back against the part of his mind that shouts at him to be a better friend and not to exploit his best friend’s unconsciousness, and gives in to his desire. But Jisung’s body craves me too, he tries to make sense, from the way sweet little sounds are slipping from his mouth.
Deciding on toying with his pliant body a little longer before losing himself, Minho carefully lifts his white tee above his flushed nipples. His stomach is toned but also soft in his sleep, his chest fuller and more defined than the rest of his frame. Minho’s teeth squeak in his mouth, too desperate to bite his skin, taste him and devour him. Can’t take the risk to wake him up in the middle of a chaos, Minho settles with only flicking the erected nipples a few times around his fingers. Surely, he’ll leave it to another time to suck and lick on them. It’s embarrassing now that he can’t help imagining them violently flooding with sweet milk enough to feed a baby.
“So pretty, my Jisungie, so biteable. Precious little angel.”
Between his silenced praises, Minho returns his attention to between Jisung’s parted legs, where he is the most sensitive and vulnerable and begging to be taken care of.
He takes a deep breath and carefully wiggles Jisung out of his boxers, sliding them down to his thighs without interrupting his sleep. A new wave of heat crashes his stomach so intense as if he’s reaching his climax. His eyes zero on Jisung’s fully naked slit, his labia puffy and reddened in his arousal, his tight virgin hole clenching around emptiness.
Minho groans and can’t help his shivers. Jisung had been a pervert all throughout their friendship, shoved up his ass or chest in front of Minho’s eyes too many times, yet, this time is a completely different experience. Minho never had the chance to see his pink pussy lips so closely, always protected and preserved beneath a piece of fabric away from ravenous fingers and mouths.
Suddenly, with a broken whimper, Jisung instinctively reaches his hand on his most sensitive part where the cold air now breaks through freely, trying to stimulate his clitoral hood with a few clumsy fingers. His scowl grows deeper as he fails to satisfy himself on his own. Minho bites back a chuckle at how cute he looks.
“You want hyung to touch and kiss your wet pussy, Jisungie, don’t you? What a whore you are,” He murmurs as he takes a few digits of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them plentifully for something slicker. After making sure they’re nicely fed of spit enough, Minho reaches his fingers down to Jisung’s already wet folds and makes him shudder, rubbing into him slowly. He spreads his fat labia, coating his fingers in his arousal. Little pleased whimpers falling from Jisung’s lips get Minho encouraged and warms his core, his middle finger finds Jisung’s clit and slowly circles it around with a little pressure. Jisung visibly moans and vibrates this time.
“You’re so sensitive, baby, I wonder how you’re always planning to take cock like this.” Minho huffs a silent laugh. Afraid that Jisung might accidentally come early, he retreats from his clit to find his tiny hole and presses his finger on it. His entrance, loosened in his sleep, catches around his finger and Jisung tries to suck it inside. His desperation makes Minho sink his teeth into his lower lip.
“You’re desperate to be full of cock, aren’t you?” Minho can’t help his amazement, “don’t worry, hyung would never abuse your soft little pussy, I’ll help you stretch first.”
He slowly circles his fingers to test the waters and surprisingly, two of them slip inside easily with barely resistance. “Huh?” Minho frowns, taken aback. He must’ve been already stretched by his pink dildo he keeps in the depths of his third drawer before meeting him, Minho thinks Jisung is a bit insane like that. He pulls his fingers out and pushes in again for a few times, and curls his crooked fingers inside his velvety walls and starts to firmly stroke his cervix.
“Aah, aah, ah,” Jisung suddenly bursts into broken, high pitched whimpers at the intrusion and every glide into his cunt. Consciousness flooding into his brain, his pussy produces loads of slick and coats Minho’s fingers, squelching wet and loud sounds with every deliberate thrust.
“H—hyung, wha— ah— you’re doing?” Jisung asks in a sleepy haze, looking down at his crotch, his body shaking with pleasure as Minho scissors his fingers into his silky heat instead of waiting. “Hyung—aah, s—stop, stop,”
“Don’t you need some experience before meeting your boyfriend, Jisungie?” Minho gasps, stretching Jisung wider to train him for something bigger. “Let hyung help and prepare you,”
Overjoyed with ecstasy, Jisung is willing and quick to obey. He nods frantically before his face falls into Minho’s neck, whining and bouncing slightly under every flick of Minho’s fingers buried inside his pussy. “Y—yes, hyung, help me gain experience, need hyung’s fingers,”
“Say it again, baby,” Minho says, thrusting a little harder.
“Hyung’s skilled fingers, aah—, my pussy n—needs them, please, you can have it,” Jisung mewls, drooling into where Minho’s shirt meets the crook of his neck.
“My needy baby, so sweet and compliant,” Minho, with his free hand, lays Jisung’s head back onto the pillow. He can’t miss how perfect he looks with his watery eyes messing his lashes, his pink lips swollen because of his nibbles. It takes Minho all his willpower not to smash their lips right there and then. Pausing his hand movement, he adds, “but also so stupid,”
“W—what?” Jisung frowns, slightly thrusting his hips forward in a poor attempt to make Minho’s fingers move again, but it’s futile. Minho completely draws his hand and leaves Jisung’s hole gaping and deprived of thickness.
“Are you going to meet that guy, Jisungie?” Minho grunts, carefully raising his soaked fingers at eye level with Jisung’s face.
“Y—eah?” Jisung’s voice falters, his eyes darting back between Minho’s calm and pretty features and messy fingers. He hums shamelessly, “can’t wait to fuck him and lose my virginity,”
Minho lets out a dry, humorless laugh as he slowly crawls on top of Jisung, stripping him out of his boxers caging his thighs without any resistance. He greedily parts Jisung’s legs wider and sinks onto the heated place on the bed between them. Jisung doesn’t care that his bottom is fully exposed and bare before Minho’s naked eyes. His body gets restless, adjusting to the new weight of Minho’s hand kneading and caging his outer thigh. Suddenly, Minho is moving at a slug’s pace, driving Jisung to the edge of his patience, forcing his chest heaving up and down. Jisung’s mouth drools onto his chin with nervous anticipation as he stares at his best friend trying to find the most comfortable position.
Jisung abruptly gasps for air when Minho finally stops fidgeting and leans in, and he can feel his heavy breath touching and chilling through his slick cunt.
“My silly Jisungie thinks he can let some stranger fuck this fat pussy and take his virginity,” Minho inhales and grunts with no harsh tone, sprawling his labia with his two fingers, “be fucking for real for once,”
Without waiting for a response, Minho dives into Jisung’s pussy and laps into his folds fiercely like a man starved of food for weeks. Like Jisung’s pussy is the only treat that Minho could eat for days without getting bored and satisfy his craving. Hitched whimpers rip from Jisung’s throat, his whole body indulging into the sensation, tensing and vibrating under Minho’s devouring mouth and silenced moans. Minho presses harsh kisses on his clitoris before wrapping his lips around it, sucking in the tender bundle of nerves. He toys his tongue around it in tight and insistent circles.
“W—what— do you mean—“ as Jisung finally comprehends Minho’s words and tries to form a sentence, he gets shut down quickly with a few fingers shoved into his mouth. Jisung whines at the salty taste of himself around Minho’s fingers. He needily sucks onto the thickness in his mouth, trying to muffle his own sounds. He doesn’t dare to grasp Minho’s hair, so his hands end up fisting and tugging at the sheets.
Minho looks up with sinister eyes, “I’m saying that that’s a no. You’ll take no one’s but my cock like the good boy you are.” Minho says before leading his tongue straight and deep into Jisung’s winking hole, making him scream and his tear filled eyes release. His nose bumps into Jisung’s chubby clit with every thrust and there’s a lewd sound every time Minho fucks his tongue into his pussy lips.
“But hyung, your cock wouldn’t fit,” Jisung complains as soon as Minho frees his mouth from thick fingers, “my pussy is too small for it, please, no,”
Minho gives his pussy an open mouth kiss with a loud pop sound before drawing his head back. His eyes lock onto Jisung’s flushed cheeks and quivering lips, eyes glossy with fresh tears. His white shirt is bundled up above his chest covered in glistening sheer sweat. Jisung only breathes heavily for the seconds stretching, his saliva and spit coated pussy pulsating wildly to be stuffed with cock. Even though refusals roll off his tongue, Jisung patiently waits for Minho to have his way with him. His submission becomes Minho’s new religion.
Minho undresses his sweats in one quick pull and frees his aching cock, letting it slap harshly against Jisung’s wet heat between his legs. A deep cry tears from Jisung’s throat, his hands squeezing Minho’s toned biceps, tugging at his thin cotton shirt. He is so adorable that Minho could eat him, the raw vehemence of his devotion to him fluttering his heart.
“Hyung, your cock is so big, all pretty and reddened,” Jisung murmurs dazedly, his eyes thriving in their persistent stare at Minho’s dick. “But my virgin pussy would break if you put it inside, please don’t, please,”
“Don’t you trust hyung, baby? Don’t you need my cock?” Minho rhetorically asks, spreading Jisung’s folds with his fingers to see where his cock is sliding up and down, the tip bumping into his clit, messing the juice around without entering inside.
“No hyung, I want you inside, wanna know how it feels, but—” Jisung lets out a sigh as Minho helps him get rid of his shirt until he’s compliantly naked beneath him. Minho’s dick gets completely smeared in Jisung’s webs of slick, and Jisung tries his best to voice his worries, “but what about Jungwoo? I—I told him he’d be my first,”
“My kind angel, so considerate of others,” Minho hums softly as he encircles Jisung’s both wrists with his hand, cornering them above his head in an attempt to stop him pulling at his shirt, to assert his dominance. “You won’t need to worry about him when I’m done with you, I’ll fuck you full of my cum,”
Jisung shakes his head frantically, his body squirming beneath Minho’s weight, “B—but hyung, I haven’t taken any pills, I’d end up pregnant,”
Minho sneers, pushing Jisung’s joined hands onto the mattress, his free hand pressing two fingers onto his lower belly where he’d be penetrating him soon. His lips hover above Jisung’s ears, whispering filth, “‘Womb so fertile it only took once to get you pregnant,’ doesn’t that sound nice?”
Suddenly, colors swimming behind his eyelids shatter Jisung’s vision as heat heightens in his core. With a broken sound, his eyes bulge out of his skull as something thick and hot breaches his entrance, gradually sliding inside his fluttering hole. Jisung’s got so wet that Minho meets a little resistance. The stretch is immediate, burning Jisung’s insides, punching the air out of his lungs.
His body vibrating with fervor, Jisung tilts his chin down to see what’s happening. The view where they’re joined through Minho’s cockhead buried into his cunt leaves Jisung’s breath choked in his throat and wrenches a loud sob from him.
The heat intensifies as Minho’s length continues to press inside and his hands tighten around Jisung’s wrists restrained above his head, he cries out, “Ah, ah, h—hyung, it hurts, it hurts— hurts so much,”
Minho stops halfway and sweeps the damp strand of hair from Jisung’s forehead. “Relax, baby, it’ll get better, relax your body,”
As Minho’s grasp becomes more of a discomfort, Minho leaves Jisung’s hands free.
“Thank you, hyung,” Jisung mumbles softly, his arms quickly winding around Minho’s neck to pull him closer into a tighter hug. He tilts his head, making Minho’s nose sink into the hinge of his jaw.
Minho inhales in, fulfilling his lungs with his honeyed smell. His lips climb above as he peppers light kisses along on Jisung’s chin and on the corner of his lips, on his cheekbone, and his forehead. They both moan as Jisung’s pussy instinctively squeezes around the girth of Minho’s cock and a thick globe of slick soops down his ass and inner thighs, drenching Minho’s trimmed pubic hair.
A rosy hue rushes into Jisung’s cheeks and neck, he murmurs, humiliated, “S—sorry for— um— being messy.”
Minho feels like he’s on a sugar ride above the sky and clouds, among the rainbows and constellations. He wishes he could make Jisung understand how much he’d like to give him the world and above. “Hush, baby, I love how wet you are. Wanna lick you clean and eat you out again and again,”
Jisung visibly beams, his lashes fluttering. And fuck that asshole of an ex boyfriend who made him feel insecure.
Head dizzy with desire, Minho lunges forward, sinking in all the way until he’s completely sheathed in Jisung’s overwhelming heat.
“Hnngh— so full—“ Jisung gasps, “H—hyung— I—“
In a second, Jisung comes with the loudest and most obscure moan without a warning. His body arches off the bed, curling into Minho’s chest as he rides out his orgasm, eyes rolling back in their sockets.
“I didn’t know you were such a cocksleeve, baby,” Minho’s lips brush over the slope of Jisung’s neck, kisses him there while Jisung shakes from the force of his orgasm.
As the electricity coursing through his body simmers down, Jisung stammers bashfully, “S—sorry, hyung, it was too much, I didn’t mean to come—“
“Ssh, angel, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Minho reassures, dragging his tongue from the curve of Jisung’s neck to his earlobe. “You only need to cockwarm hyung for a bit,”
Jisung sheepishly nods and murmurs soft nothings as Minho works on his neck, trailing sloppy kisses across the honey skin, biting on the flesh he mouths over. Minho gradually lowers his head until he’s close to Jisung’s chest, his flushed and erected nipples. He squeezes the tiny bud between his thumb and index finger.
“Hyung, I wish I had milk so I could breastfeed you,” Jisung says abruptly, his face sulking.
Minho freezes. His eyes widen at the sudden comment, an animalistic urge to swallow Jisung whole takes possession of him. Now his horny brain can’t concentrate on any other thought than what it’d feel like if Jisung could breastfeed him. Based on how plump and soft his pussy is, if he ever got pregnant, Jisung’s titties would also get fuller and bigger, Minho considers. Full of honeyed milk Minho’d like to suck in, never enough to satisfy his insatiable thirst.
The idea of breeding Jisung to milk him turns on Minho so much it forces an audacious moan from the back of his throat, his dick impatiently twitching inside the sticky heat. He is quick to tongue over Jisung’s nipples, licking over and sucking them harshly. Jisung groans in pain as Minho bites the flushed bud.
“Aah, it hurts,” Jisung shivers.
Minho doesn’t listen to him, he hums sheepishly before tugging at his nipple again. Jisung continues whining silently, accepting defeat.
“H—hyung, you can move, please,” he sheepishly mutters.
Deciding that it’s been enough, Minho straightens his back and pulls out. Before Jisung can even make sense of what’s happening and react, he finds himself flipped over his face on the pillow. Minho grabs and lifts him from the waist, forcing his ass up in the air, his knees sinking into the mattress. A stream of hot blood rushes through Jisung’s flushed body as he feels his gaping pussy being explicitly presented before someone else’s— no— Minho’s, his best friend’s eyes.
Minho nudges the tip into his folds for a second, yet can’t keep his composure for more than that. He crumples forward. He bullies his cock deep inside him, the width of his shaft stretching his hole immediately. Minho draws out and slides into his pussy again and again until he starts to build a maddening rhythm, slightly pushing Jisung’s body up and down on the mattress.
Jisung feels like the promised land of heaven is between his legs where he is connected with Minho, his best friend, the one who’s taking his virginity after all these years in anticipation. The sting of pain quickly becomes an endless loop of pleasure, stirring the hot blood in his lower belly, shaking his legs every time Minho thrusts into his drenched pussy. He drags his cock into his g-spot at the perfect angle as if it’s their millionth time or he was there to watch when Jisung’s body was being created.
“Ah, hyung, feels so good,” Jisung breathes out, drooling over his chin onto the pillow. “My pussy has never felt so full— ah— it’s throbbing so much, I can’t—“
The loud vulgar sound of Jisung’s pussy producing more and more slick around his shaft drives Minho wilder, he penetrates him harder, splitting him open on his cock. Muttering away, “you’re made for this, Jisungie, taking your one and only hyung’s cock,” Minho grabs Jisung’s wrists in his hold again, keeping them steady on the small of his back, rolling his hips deeper, “the only cock you’ll ever take in your life.”
Jisung decides to be a evil, saying, “But, hyung, my— my boyfriend—“
Minho rolls his eyes and makes his point clear with a sharper thrust, “I won’t ever let other men fuck this wet pussy, baby, sorry,”
Jisung cries out in a twisted daze of bliss. He surely expected sex to be hot and pleasant, one of the best experiences in his life. Yet, he never imagined that sex could feel like possession and devotion, a passion so violent that it threatens to explode and obliterate him at any moment. Minho could give him a heart attack at any second.
Before Jisung reaches his climax, Minho tends to switch their position again. He pulls back, sitting his back against the headboard of the bed and pats his thigh invitingly. Before Jisung knows something, the crooked lethal smile adorning Minho’s lips is already luring him to move with trembling legs. Jisung manages to sit on Minho’s thigh but he can’t find the strength to go further than that. He grinds his pussy down onto his naked, muscled thigh, ripples of pleasure racing in his clit.
Even though he enjoys seeing Jisung use his body for his own benefit and fall apart on his lap, Minho clicks his tongue. “That’s not right, baby, you know that,” he softly says.
Jisung gulps down, staring heavily at Minho’s erection. He wraps his fingers around the base and simultaneously lifts his ass. His other hand finds his pussy, his fingers clumsily trying to spread his vulva. He guides Minho’s cockhead back to his entrance. “Like this, hyung?” Jisung asks, falling into his cock all at once, his bare ass flushed against Minho’s thighs.
“Like that, baby, you feel so good,” Minho moans at the sensation, “come on, ride hyung,”
Jisung starts to roll his hips in slow and small grinds. When he tries to lift himself and sit back on his cock, his leg muscles ache in weariness. His whimpers fall more desperate as he can’t seem to have Minho’s cock sliding into his most sensitive and velvety spot. His brows knit in the middle, his frustration intensifying with every awkward and uncomfortable push.
“Hyung— please, help me, I can’t—” Jisung whines, a single tear drop tracing down his cheek.
Minho presses his lips together to force back the evil grin stretching on his lips. He sighs and collects Jisung’s body in his arms, putting an end to Jisung’s misery with a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. Jisung buckles into Minho’s shoulders, letting himself shake by the force of Minho’s dick plunging into the depths of his pussy, rearranging his insides.
“Never able to take care of yourself, always need hyung to help you, don’t you?” Minho murmurs into his ear, his arms tightening around his waist as he impales him on his cock until it’s imprinted in Jisung’s stomach. “Need hyung to stuff your hungry pussy with his come?”
“Yes, hyung, finish in my pussy, please,” Jisung says, his head above the clouds. His pupils dilate as he dumbfoundedly remembers what that implies. “But that means—”
“That means I should be a nice hyung and give you what you deserve, Jisungie.”
“W—what?”
“You deserve to have your pussy filled with my cum so it takes, and soon to get all cute and swollen with my baby,” Minho says in a low voice, the slickness of Jisung’s cunt and his own cock covered in precum making the slide so much easier and obscene, echoing around the room.
“Hnnnghm— but I— don’t wanna get pregnant,” Jisung shakes his head, his nails sinking into Minho’s broad shoulders.
Hearing “pregnant” like a bingo word, Minho feels closer to the edge. He reaches his hand down between Jisung’s legs, where he’s throbbing frantically. His finger finds his chubby clit and taps it a few times, firmly circling it around in sync with his thrusts. “It’s okay, Jisung, relax. Let hyung breed you,”
Jisung gets lost in euphoria and as his body reaches closer to its climax, his worries get lost in a hazy fog, “Hyung, I— I want that, please, release in me and make me take it,” his pleas are muffled on Minho’s shoulder.
Minho chuckles, a blessing, cherry on top. “My Jisungie, a raging virgin an hour ago, and now hyung’s little, docile breeding toy, begging for me to get you pregnant. So sweet. Come for me, pretty.”
“Hyung— aaah,” Jisung’s pussy pulsates with the force of his orgasm, fierce waves slamming into his stomach as he wiggles on Minho’s lap. Minho’s release follows right after him and he comes with a low groan, still pounding into Jisung’s cervix with all the force he has. His hands reach Jisung’s ass cheeks to spread him even wider. “Gotta make sure you’re filled to the brim so it takes,”
“No, hyung, please pull out, please,” Jisung whimpers with a completely fucked out brain, his words contradicting what his body wants as he still clings tightly to his shoulders.
“Just a minute, honey, we’re almost there, let hyung fuck you properly,” says Minho, jerking into Jisung’s pussy at a lazy and insistent pace, his load spilling into him hot and full. “feel how I feed your pussy, baby,”
Jisung’s cheeks warm with the post orgasm bliss and he finds the courage to confess, “Thank you, hyung. I’ve always imagined that someday you’d take my virginity. T— thank you.”
Minho brushes soft kisses into his hair, squeezing his waist and ass softly. “You have? Such a torture you are, Jisung. Wasting all these years with stupid men who don’t know your worth when you could—”
Jisung shuts him down as he quickly presses their lips together and kisses him with a greedy desire. The colors behind Minho’s eyelids explode. He hums and quickly melts into the sudden kiss, their lips slotting together effortlessly. Jisung parts his lips as Minho’s tongue brushes over them, letting the warm, wet muscle slip into his mouth. Jisung pants out silenced whimpers every time Minho’s tongue devours his mouth as his softening cock continues to slowly fuck his release back inside his heat.
“Hyung, I need to tell you something,” Jisung says as they part with a strand of spit connecting their swollen lips. He seems hesitant, a bit conflicted. Minho tries to reassure him with a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone.
“My boyfriend— I mean, Jungwoo,” he corrects, “last weekend, we had a talk and he said he wouldn’t be able to return to Seoul and meet me because he wasn’t actually ready for a ‘settled’ relationship. He asked me if I could wait for him some more,” Jisung’s face flushes more as he continues, “and instead of rejecting him, I said that I’d think about it and let him know my answer since I already suck at finding true love and he’s already making me happy, so I should hold onto him no matter what. At least that’s what I thought so.”
“Then what happened, Jisungie?” Minho says with softened features.
Jisung bites on his inner lips nervously, frowning, “you, hyung, you happened. You happen all the time in my brain. I’m the happiest when I’m with you, and I can’t ever get enough of you so why should I bother with worrying about other men leaving me while all I think about is you by my side? This evening while inviting you to my house, I didn’t have any concerns about Jungwoo or what clothes he’d like on me, I was only excited to show you how hot I looked in my new panties. So embarrassing, I know,” He tries to hide away in Minho’s neck, but Minho’s grasp on his cheek doesn’t let him, his thumb gently strokes his skin.
“No, not at all, baby. You looked so fucking hot, I wanted to eat you. I don’t know how to explain the intensity of my feelings but you’ve always been on my mind too. Not lately or sometimes or whatever, always there.” Minho says, pressing a brief kiss on Jisung’s lips, “Block that bastard on your phone, and simply delete that damn app. You’re mine to take care of now.” Minho says as he pulls out of Jisung slowly. “Let me clean you up, baby. We can talk in the morning.”
Jisung nods sluggishly. His exhausted eyelids blink back the waves of sleepiness as Minho brings a wet cloth to clean him carefully. Although Minho wants to shout his love for his best friend in his ear, he’ll take his sweet time with Jisung. This is the beginning and it’s happening. He can’t believe how in a single night he’s become Jisung’s first, a good fellow of a fortunate fate, and God’s chosen him as his favorite.