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Minho has never been self conscious about his performance in bed.

He's been able to give every single omega he's slept with two orgasms at least. He's deft with his fingers, and his tongue, and he has a huge dick. He's a hot, single, desirable alpha.

There's just one teeny, tiny, little problem.

He has never popped a knot once in his life. Not ever.

Not while he lost his virginity, not when he masturbates alone, not even during one of his ruts. Completely healthy otherwise, at least that's what the doctors said. At first, it weighed down hard on him— not being able to perform to the expectations of a normal alpha.

But he found that honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal. He knows how to use his dick, his mouth, his fingers. Giving pleasure isn't a problem for him. So usually when he goes out, he's not nervous for the prospects of the night to approach him.

He's not picky— a cute omega, an alpha willing to experiment, a beta as pretty as they come. He doesn't get flustered, doesn't blush when they slide a hand up his arm and ask him to fuck them.

Until Han Jisung, that is.

October 30th

Honestly, Minho did not want to come to this Halloween party. The only reason he’s standing in this kitchen in his haphazardly thrown together vampire costume is because of Felix's unrelenting nagging about coming, until he agreed just to satiate him.

Minho’s Halloweens usually consist of him sitting on his couch binging horror movies while he snacks on three entire bags of candy that are themed for the holiday. Most importantly, he’s alone. Not being subjected to couples drunk off of shitty alcohol making out on the counter five feet away from him.

Which is exactly what’s happening right now.

He sends the nastiest glare that he can at the couple, though there’s no way that they see, or care, with how they’re practically eating each others’ faces. Their pheromones are going nuts, swirling together enough to make Minho physically gag. Time and place, people. There’s about five seconds of Minho's patience left until he physically drags them away from each other when Felix approaches him, a saving grace.

The glitter on Felix’s eyes sparkles when Minho looks up at him— he’s supposed to be a fairy, or something. Maybe an angel? Minho isn’t quite sure, just remembers Felix mentioning something about it being the slutty version. He has some wings on his back and he looks beautiful, but that’s not very out of the norm for the omega.

“Hyung!” he calls, strolling up with a huge smile on his face and grabbing Minho’s arm. “Come with me, there’s someone I want you to meet!”

Minho probably should be weary, and not agree to meeting someone right now. He’s not in a particularly good mood, and the stupid cape Felix threw on him is all scratchy and irritating his neck. Not to mention, Felix’s friends are usually… eccentric, to put it nicely.

“Yongbok-ah—” Minho starts, trying to save himself from an awkward first interaction with someone he’s never met. He doesn’t get to finish though, as Felix immediately cuts him off and gives him his signature begging puppy dog eyes. It’s Minho’s doom.

“Please, hyung?” he begs, shaking Minho’s arm back and forth. His vanilla scent flows out of him freely, wrapping around Minho like a warm blanket and disarming him from saying no. “I think you’ll really like him!”

Minho does really want to get away from this disgusting PDA couple, so he sighs, and allows Felix to drag him through the crowd of people, giddy and completely satisfied with himself. As he’s being pulled to an unknown destination, Minho takes in an eyeful of the people that are there; possible prospects that he could busy himself with later.

He’s halfway to ditching Felix to go up to someone pretty he sees wearing a cat costume, but they come to an abrupt stop before he can leave. “Minho-hyung, this is Jisung, Chris-hyung’s friend!”

All thoughts of finding someone else to spend the night with evaporate when he lays eyes on Jisung.

He’s wearing a slutty little nurse dress, white stockings running up to his knees, showing off just enough of the supple flesh of his thigh. His curly brown hair is sticking out from the little nurse hat with a red plus on his head. And he’s beautiful.

“You’ll catch flies like that,” Felix giggles, pushing up on Minho’s jaw to close his mouth that had been hanging open without his knowledge. Fuck, that’s embarrassing. Minho recovers quickly, clearing his throat before he extends his hand for Jisung to shake.

“Sorry, hi. I’m Minho,” he says, as smoothly as he can. Jisung lags, looking between Minho’s hand, then up to his face, and down to his hand again. He remembers himself after a moment, and reaches out to take Minho’s hand and shake it.

“Nice to meet you,” Jisung squeaks, voice strained as he shakes Minho’s hand a few too many times. Deeper than Minho thought it would be. “Lix-ah has talked about you a lot.”

“Has he?” Minho raises his eyebrows and shoots a small glance at Felix, who is practically glowing, for some reason. Maybe it’s just the LED lights. “Weird, I don’t think he’s mentioned you to me. Pretty rude, hm?”

Minho flashes a cheeky smile that has Jisung flushing a soft pink color, his hand fiddling with the hem of his dress. A wave of lemon and honey gets blasted into Minho’s face, and he realizes after a moment that it’s Jisung. Sweet and overwhelmingly omega. Pheromones pouring out of him just from one little smile directed at him.

Cute.

He lets his own hazelnut scent waft out of him all the same, just to reciprocate what Jisung is giving off. He drags his eyes up and down Jisung’s frame again, letting them linger at his mid thigh where the elastic of his socks is digging in just enough to make the fat of his legs spill over, at his tapered little waist, at his shoulders that are surprisingly broad.

Smaller than Minho's frame, but curved in all the right places. Minho wants to bite him.

He painstakingly drags his eyes away lest he do something stupid, like pounce on the omega and bite into flesh like the alpha in his head is telling him to. When he makes eye contact with Jisung again, it’s obvious he can tell that Minho is checking him out.

He’s gnawing on his lips and his eyebrows are cutely drawn together as he stares at Minho, like looking at him long enough will make him able to read Minho’s mind and see all the dirty images materializing there.

Felix interrupts their erotic staring contest to say, “I think Chris-hyung is calling me. I’ll, um, leave you guys to it.” He smiles at Jisung before he walks away, wriggling through the bodies surrounding them.

Minho looks back at Jisung, licking his lips as he takes in his appearance. His eyes are big and round, and his back is basically pressed up against the wall. It looks like he’s trying to make himself smaller. Prey. In turn, Minho lets a flirty smile stretch over his lips.

“Let’s get to know each other, hm, Jisungie?”

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All the air in Minho’s lungs is promptly dispelled as he’s slammed against the wall of the bathroom, body pressed there by Jisung’s. Minho makes a surprised sound, but it’s swallowed down by the frantic force of Jisung’s lips against his own.

In the time that they spent alone, they had migrated to the couch, where they sat down far too close together for people who had only just met. Everyone else at the party disappeared as Minho talked to Jisung, taking the time to appreciate the pretty lines of his face.

Jisung kept scooting closer, shifting ever so slightly, just enough to move him that one inch closer to Minho’s body. And when Minho’s hand crept up his leg to rest on his thigh, Jisung made no attempt to stop him. In fact, he threw his legs over Minho’s lap to give him better access. He fully sat himself in Minho’s lap after Minho told him to call him ‘hyung’.

The more they talked, the more comfortable Jisung became. More outspoken, letting his smile peek through fully as he laughed at whatever Minho was saying. Minho doesn’t even really remember what he said to make Jisung stand up and drag him into the bathroom they’re in now, but Jisung’s hands are all over his shoulders and arms and chest— and he’s not going to complain about it.

Minho’s mind is focused completely on Jisung— on his rich lemon and honey scent giving way to a milkier undertone, on his tiny fucking waist that Minho is holding, on the way he’s whining into Minho’s mouth. There’s a primal urge taking over Minho’s brain— to keep. Keep Jisung right here in this bathroom and make him his.

He grips Jisung’s waist in his hands harder as he flips their positions, crowding Jisung up against the wall. A little ‘mmf!’ gets muffled against Minho’s lips as his back hits the tiles, but he doesn’t let it stop him from ravishing Minho’s mouth, sucking at his plump upper lip and pressing his tongue in over and over.

“Fuck,” Minho groans against his lips, hiking one of Jisung’s legs over his hip and grinding up, just to satiate the growing problem in his pants. Jisung whines louder, hips twitching down in a desperate attempt to chase stimulation.

“Mmm, Minho-hyung,” Jisung half-moans, trembling in Minho’s hold. “Hyungie, please.”

“What do you want, baby? You have to use your words if you want something,” Minho teases meanly, nosing under Jisung’s ear and inhaling his sweet, milky citrus scent. Jisung’s whole body shivers at Minho’s voice so close to his ear, raw and husky from desire.

“Want— Want more,” he whines, lolling his head to the side for Minho to have better access.

Minho trails the tips of his fingers up from Jisung’s knee to his thigh, caressing the soft skin a few times, before sliding up further and teasing right under the bunched up fabric of his dress. Threatening to slip under, and touch where Minho can smell his slick wetting his inner thighs.

A soft, little ‘please’ is all Minho needs to hear before he slips down further, fingers continuing their path to their destination in between Jisung’s legs. Minho almost wants to gasp when he presses his fingers against Jisung’s pussy through his, now soiled, underwear. Instead, he leans his forehead against Jisung’s, and breathes out shakily as he runs his fingers through the slick mess.

“Sorry, m’sorry, hyung,” Jisung whispers, lips bitten raw and pink. “Don’t, hnngh— don’t usually get this wet.”

Minho groans loudly at Jisung’s words, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. “What the fuck are you apologizing for?” he whispers, rough around the edges, all but searing the words into his skin. Minho is a man stranded in the middle of the desert, the slick on his fingers water from an oasis.

He quickly retracts his hand to grip behind Jisung’s other thigh, and lifts his leg to wrap both of them around his waist. Jisung lets out the cutest little yelp as he’s hauled up into Minho’s arms, a hand slapping over his mouth like it’ll take back the embarrassing noise.

“You’re so strong,” Jisung says softly, the words all shy and breathy, more spoken into his hand than out loud. He's mindlessly squeezing at Minho’s shoulders and biceps, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Minho smirks as he walks Jisung over to the counter, and sits his ass right on the edge.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” he asks, back arching into Minho’s touch as he rubs his hands over Jisung’s waist and the small of his back. His head is tilted adorably, little nurse hat askew in his hair, and his eyes are all big and pleading— Minho needs to have a serious talk with Felix about hiding this boy from him for so long.

Minho presses his lips against Jisung's for a moment, letting the contact linger just long enough for Jisung to melt into his touch and flutter his eyes shut, before he pulls away again. Jisung whines, leaning forward to chase the alpha’s lips. He juts his pink, bottom lip out in a perfect pout as his eyebrows draw together—a face even harder to say no to than Felix’s.

Minho curses his alpha for having a soft spot for pouty, whiny omegas.

The pout doesn’t last for long though, as Minho drops to his knees in front of Jisung and hauls both of his legs over his shoulders. The omega squeaks again as Minho clutches his hips to drag him to the very edge of the counter, his crotch no more than three inches away from his face. The scent of honey and milk is so close, just out of reach— Minho could lean forward and drown in it with so little effort.

He places a soft, fleeting kiss on Jisung’s inner thigh, and looks up at Jisung from his place on his knees. He makes his eyes big and round, pleading for just one taste to curb his alpha’s hunger.

Pathetic, maybe. But Minho really wants to eat him out.

“Can I, baby?” he asks, running his nose up and down the soft skin of Jisung’s thigh, inhaling the scent clinging to his skin, sweet and sticky in his lungs.

Jisung runs a shaky hand through Minho’s hair, intertwining his fingers with the freshly dyed blue locks. His legs clench around Minho’s head just the slightest bit when he nods, taking the flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth again. Must be a habit. “Fuck— yeah, hyung.”

Saliva pools in Minho’s mouth the second the words leave Jisung’s lips, an ache grounding itself deep in the gums of his teeth. Aching to dig his sharp canines into flesh— to bite, to mark, to claim. He takes a deep breath, lungs expanding with oxygen, before he takes the meat of Jisung’s thigh in his teeth, clamping down hard enough to draw a sound from Jisung. It’s halfway to being a moan of pleasure, halfway to pain, the hand in his hair tugging tightly at the roots.

When Minho disconnects his mouth, there’s a red ring of teethmarks— evidence of what Minho had done, where he had been. He hopes that it’ll bruise. That it’ll stick and not heal for weeks, turn green and yellow but not fully disappear from his skin. A brand.

“M-Minho,” Jisung whimpers, thighs trembling where they rest on either of Minho’s shoulders. Minho immediately presses a kiss over the reddened spot, and licks it, a soothing action to combat the feral bite. “Hyung, m’so wet for you. Please.”

“For me, baby?” Minho smirks, sliding his hands up Jisung’s thighs painstakingly slow, up and under his cheap costume dress. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jisung’s soaked, cotton panties, and leans away just enough to drag them down and off his legs.

The reaction Minho has to smelling Jisung’s slick unfiltered, from the source, can only be described as pure fucking bliss. He situates the omega’s legs back on his shoulders, and lets the milky scent draw him in.

The first swipe of his tongue over Jisung’s pussy has him seeing stars. There’s zest exploding on his tongue immediately, followed by a warm, gooey honey, and a sweet, creamy milk. He can’t help himself from moaning into Jisung’s glistening folds, unable to hold back the desperate noise.

Jisung’s thighs are pressing into his ears so hard it almost hurts, but it’s honestly the last thing on Minho’s mind. Another swipe of his tongue through Jisung’s mess has him hooking his hands over Jisung’s thighs fully, and dragging him even closer to his face, if possible.

He can feel slick running down his chin as he drinks down Jisung’s addictive taste, relishing in the debauched moans he can hear leaving Jisung’s lips. He's so sensitive. When Minho moves up to suck on Jisung’s clit, his moans only amplify . “Hah, oh fuck— hyung, there. Right there.”

His hips are making pathetic, aborted grinds forward, unable to move much with the iron grip Minho has on his legs. Half of the words spilling from his lips are nonsense, the other half are Minho’s name and desperate pleas for him to keep going.

It spurs Minho on, knowing that he’s giving this much pleasure to the sweet omega. He would gladly die right here, Jisung’s skinny legs shaking uncontrollably around his head as Minho devours him. The sweet slick seeping out of his pussy is Minho’s new favorite flavor; he can already feel his alpha getting addicted. Telling him that this is his.

Minho practically starts purring into Jisung’s cunt, tongue sliding down to plunge into his soaking wet hole. He presses in as far as he can, the tight heat enveloping the muscle and inviting it deeper. Fuck, Minho wants his cock in here.

His silky walls are just out of reach, teasing him, provoking him. Minho’s cock gives a kick in his pants at the sensation, the taste, the smell. The thought of sinking his cock into Jisung’s tight, little pussy has him sucking and licking with renewed, desperate fervor.

“Ah, ah, ah, oh my god, Minho,” Jisung moans prettily, voice reverberating in the small room. Minho doesn’t know if he’s being too loud, or if anyone can hear them, but neither of them seem to care in the slightest. He’s shoving Minho's mouth harder against him with the grip in his hair, hips still twitching into the pleasure every time a wave wracks through his body. He's almost grinding onto Minho's face, pressing his puffy little clit against the sharp curve of the alpha's nose. "Like that, hyungie."

Minho's body is drunk off of pleasure and slick, but all he can think about is making Jisung cum. Which he will be doing very soon, if the pitch of his moans increasing again is anything to go by.

"Keep going, fuck, m'close," he moans, head thrown back in pleasure as Minho licks his pussy in one long stripe, and suckles on his clit again. He makes sure to stimulate it extra with his tongue, rolling the bud around and making it glisten with saliva and slick.

It doesn't take much longer for Jisung's thighs to begin tensing around Minho's head, the stimulation becoming too much. "Shit, hyungie—m'coming— coming."

Minho can tell the exact moment that Jisung cums, slick gushing out onto his face and his moans getting stuck in his throat as his back bows into a pretty arch. His whole body twitches as pleasure overtakes every nerve ending, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

When Minho pulls away, the entire bottom half of his face is drenched in slick. His mouth is wide open, sucking in air as he rests his cheek against Jisung’s thigh. The omega is still trembling as he runs a hand through Minho’s soft, blue hair, cradling the back of his head so delicately.

“That was the best head I’ve ever had,” he says wistfully, voice breathy, but full of bliss and ecstasy. Minho looks up at him only to be greeted by his wide, bright smile staring right back down at him. His entire face is flushed pink, drool coating one side of his mouth.

The omega runs a shaky finger over the mess coating his skin, collecting the slick and cum that paint Minho's face. He presents the finger to Minho's lips, who easily accepts it in his mouth and sucks on it like it's candy.

Minho stands up, finger still in his mouth and legs almost shaky as he situates himself back on his feet. He feels like he’s on the cusp of being slickdrunk, the only thought in his mind being honey and citrus and warm milk, bouncing around his skull like a ping pong ball. Jisung immediately pulls him back in by the front of his shirt, pressing their lips together with a contented sigh.

They only pull away from each other once the taste of Jisung’s slick has entirely disappeared from Minho’s mouth, the flavor being pulled away by the tongue of a certain insistent, brunette omega. Jisung bites his lip, contemplating something before he speaks. “So,” he starts, straightening the collar of the cheap cape on Minho’s back. “Are you gonna take me home or what?”

Minho grins, and drags him off the counter.

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Sometimes, Minho gets too caught up in himself. It’s not like his inability to knot is a deal breaker for most people by any means, but it's something he usually mentions before taking them home to sleep with. With Jisung, it's a new playing field.

He can’t think of anything else when he has Jisung spread out underneath him, naked and begging for his knot. Let alone finding a moment to say something stupid like ‘hey by the way, I actually can’t pop a knot’ and ruin the entire mood. He’s not fucking crazy.

“Hnnngh— hyung, faster,” Jisung whines, arms wrapped around Minho’s neck as he grinds into his pussy slowly. His thrusts are short, and deep, savoring the velvety soft walls that are encasing his cock. When Jisung had said he was clean, and asked to not use a condom, well— Minho is only a man.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby,” Minho groans, one of his hands gripping Jisung’s thigh, nails digging into the soft flesh. His eyes are squeezed shut as he focuses on lasting, just to stay inside him a little bit longer. It feels so good that he doesn’t even notice the dull ache at the base of his cock. Distantly, he registers that something feels different, a little off, but his brain attributes it to the sex just being really good.

Slowly, teasingly, he begins to pick up the pace, drawing his hips back and snapping them forward with a rhythm that only a dancer could perform. A long, drawn out moan graces Minho’s ears as Jisung’s noises pitch up in volume, back arching up off of the bed with every thrust.

“Haah, please, like that hyungie,” Jisung whines, slipping a shaky hand between them to rub little circles right over his clit. His moans get all shaky and desperate as he brings himself right to the edge, his other hand clutching at Minho’s back, nails digging into the skin and leaving behind trails of hot, red scratches. “Cum in me, please.”

Minho’s hips begin to stutter as he feels the beginnings of his orgasm taking over, breathy moans punching out of his chest on every thrust. The throbbing in his cock is practically pulsing through his body, the need to cum turning into something primal, feral. With one final, harsh movement, he shoves his cock inside Jisung’s pussy fully, cumming probably the hardest he ever has in his life.

Underneath him, Jisung is faring the same; back arching impossibly as he clenches around Minho’s cock. “Just like that, hyung, ah, gimme it,” he praises through his staccato moans, fingers still working his clit between them. Minho grinds his hips further into Jisung with the energy he has left, the stimulation just enough to send the omega over the edge, body pulling taut as he cums.

Minho slumps over him, the arm supporting him giving out as he flops on top of Jisung. Their chests stick together with sweat, their pheromones mixing together in the air so thick Minho thinks he could probably see them.

After a minute of catching his breath, he sits back up, preparing to slip out of Jisung and give his speech about his nonexistent knot when he inevitably gets questioned about it. Except— when he grabs his cock and tries to pull it out, it won’t budge.

Minho blinks down at where his cock is lodged in Jisung, not moving an inch. He attempts to dislodge it a second time, only for it to snag on something and prevent him from freeing himself.

“Ugh, hyung, what are you doing?” Jisung questions, snatching Minho’s wrist to get him to stop moving his cock. “M'sensitive, and your knot isn’t going down for at least fifteen minutes. Don’t try to take it out yet.”

Minho’s eyes blow wide, facial expression shifting to something between horror and utter confusion. What did Jisung just say?

“My—” Minho chokes on his saliva. “My knot?”

It’s Jisung’s turn to look confused now. His eyebrows are scrunched together as he studies the stunned look on Minho’s face, who is still staring at their crotches and blinking rapidly in disbelief. “Um, hyung… are you okay?”

“Yeah, fuck, I um—” Minho runs a hand over his face, covering the little crazed smile growing on his lips. “I’ve just never done that before. “

“What?” Jisung’s voice is high pitched as he lifts himself up to rest on his elbows, eyes wide and matching Minho’s. “Done what? Minho, don’t tell me I just took your virginity.”

The thought is a little funny. He kinda did, in a way. This is the first time Minho has ever felt like a real alpha during sex. It’s euphoric. “No, god, no, I’m not a virgin, I just… I’ve never popped a knot before.” He says simply.

Somehow, Jisung looks even more concerned than before. It’s not a foreign reaction, Minho has seen a wide range of emotions from people when he told them that fact. Sometimes it was confusion, sometimes a hint of disgust, a couple times anger. Anger that he couldn’t give them what they wanted. Those hookups didn’t last long.

“You’ve never popped a knot before.” Jisung restates, like saying it again will help him understand. Minho nods at him, still just a little awestruck. “How…?”

“I dunno, it just never happened,” Minho explains. “I don’t— I don’t really know what to do now.”

“What to do? We wait, hyung. Once it goes down, you can pull out.”

“Oh. Okay.” Minho obliges easily, flopping back on top of Jisung and snuggling into his chest. Purrs vibrate from his chest as Jisung runs his fingers through his hair and traces tiny little shapes on his back.

Waiting it is.

His knot ends up lasting for three hours. Three. The swelling on the base of his cock just doesn’t deflate, not until they’re both half asleep and delirious with overstimulation.

Not that he's complaining.

October 31st

The next morning, Minho parts with a blushy Jisung with a long kiss to his lips and the omega’s number punched into his phone, his contact already pinned on Minho’s messaging app.

But now, there’s something he has to do.

ALPHAZ 🐺🔥💪

Minho

um

guys

Changbin

he lives!!!!

Chan

oh my god

you disappeared last night

Minho

yeah

I fucked Felix’s friend Jisung

Jeongin

tmi hyung

Chan

Felix was right…

he knows you too well…

Minho

?

anyways

something happened…

Changbin

DID YOU GET HIM PREGNANT 😭

i’m not ready to be an uncle

Minho

not that I know of?

no something else

Chan

is everything okay?

Minho

yeah

I knotted him

Changbin

????????

Chan

what

Jeongin

tmi hyung

Changbin

are you telling me

Felix’s twink omega friend cured you

Minho

oh my god

don’t say it like that

he did not cure me

Changbin

what else would you call it

Chan

this is a good thing isn’t it?

Jeongin

that Minho hyung found someone that he can knot

and tell us all the disgusting details of

not really no

Minho

Yang Jeongin respect your elders

Changbin

do you know what this means?

Minho

?

Changbin

you can finally participate

in No Knot November

Chan

!!!!

Jeongin

:D

Minho

…what have I done

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No Knot November.

A tradition that has existed the last five years in their friend group, even though Minho has never participated in it.

Until now, that is.

The rules are simple. Well, there’s only one rule, really. Through the whole month of November, popping a knot is forbidden in any way, shape, or form. It’s expected that anyone who violates that rule comes clean on their own accord.

Of course, it’s just Minho’s luck that the literal day he finds out that he is in fact capable of knotting someone is the day his friends rope him into joining said tradition. He pleads with them to let him cop out of this year’s round, but Changbin already decided that he was participating and that was final. And of course his insistence led Chan and Jeongin to join in, so it was a three against one, really.

He had no choice but to accept his fate and agree.

November 4th

Now, Minho loves his friends. When he told them about his knotting issue, they barely skipped a beat besides asking if he’s healthy.

But right now, at this very moment, he is cursing each and every one of their bloodlines.

He has a squirming, whining Jisung straddling him on the couch, grinding down on top of his half hard dick as he kisses Minho’s lips raw. Minho is reciprocating with all of the fire that’s been growing in his belly since Jisung climbed into his lap, effectively ending any interest he had in the movie they were watching.

Minho had been texting him every day since they met, which is how they ended up here— an innocent invite to come over and have a movie date. But Jisung’s hips are insistent as he grinds down, making little circular movements that are driving Minho up the wall with lust.

His mind is clouded with want, with the need to rip Jisung’s pants off and see what color panties he has on today. He wants to press his cock inside the omega’s pussy so bad that he’s seeing stars, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. And he’s halfway to taking his cock out of his pants when he feels it.

A dull, throbbing sensation at the base of his cock. Exactly how it felt before he knotted Jisung in bed just a few days prior. And suddenly, it all comes rushing back to him. The stupid bet he made with his friends, the rule. Fuck.

If Minho were a less competitive man, he would say fuck it and just make love to Jisung on his couch. Unfortunately, his alpha is stubborn, and unable to settle for anything other than being the best.

So he takes a deep breath, and grips Jisung’s hips harshly to still his movements. Jisung lets out a pathetic whine right into Minho’s ear at the loss of stimulation. “Hyung, what’re you doing?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not to be dramatic, but Minho feels like he’s being stabbed in the chest as the words leave his lips. “We need to stop.”

Jisung deflates. His arms loosen around Minho’s neck and his scent goes all sour, the honey turning bitter, the citrusy lemon shifting to a sour, tangy lime. When Minho flutters his eyes open, he’s met with the biggest, saddest pout he’s ever seen. Jisung looks upset, and confused. “Is— Is something wrong?” he asks softly. The second part of his question goes unsaid— with me?

Minho immediately grabs Jisung’s face in his hands and cradles his soft cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over the skin. “No, no, baby. Fuck. I’m sorry, it’s just…” he trails off, a little embarrassed to admit the reason why he’s preventing them from having sex.

“No, um, I’m sorry,” Jisung starts, attempting to shift off of Minho’s lap. Minho slides his hands back down to his waist and holds him there.“I thought you were cool with this, um.”

“I am, Jisungie, I am. Fuck, I want you so bad,” Minho says, voice laced with despair. His hands are still gripping Jisung’s waist, effectively hindering him from crawling away.

“Then…?” Jisung questions, eyes flitting around Minho’s face like the answer lies somewhere in his features. His eyes are just the slightest bit glassy, and Minho feels awful. He looks a bit like the big teary eyed hamster meme.

“…I’m not allowed to pop a knot,” he blurts out, unable to take the expression on the omega’s face.

The response he gets is a quick succession of blinks, and a confused head tilt. “Not allowed?”

Minho shuts his eyes, and explains. “Me and my friends have a stupid bet going. None of us are allowed to pop a knot for the whole month.”

Jisung is silent for a moment, eyes quizzical as he searches Minho's face for any hint of a joke. When he finds nothing, he huffs exasperatedly. "You're being serious." A statement, not a question.

Minho nods his head, eyes wide and begging the omega to believe him. "Trust me, if this my stupid friends hadn't roped me into it after I told them I finally popped a knot then I would fuck you right here."

It takes a moment, but a small, amused smile breaks out on Jisung's face. He sighs again, letting his body relax from the tense state it was in. "And why can't you just lie about it?" he asks, his scent thankfully sweetening back to normal.

"Because," Minho whines. "It's an honor thing. I'll feel guilty, and I want to win."

"An ego thing, you mean?" Lemon and honey are steadily flowing into Minho's nose now, the aroused milky undertone still not fully dissipated. "Stupid alpha."

Minho buries his face in Jisung's neck, nosing at the scent gland and pumping out his own in return. A warm, calming hazelnut flows into the air, sticking to Jisung's skin. "I'm sorry. I promise, I really do wanna fuck you."

A small hum leaves Jisung's mouth, sounding a little bummed when he speaks. "Well, at least it's good to know you don't dislike me."

"No, not at all, Jisungie," Minho says frantically into the skin of Jisung's neck, planting small kisses under his ear. He feels kind of awful about giving Jisung that impression. But little contented hums and chirps are coming from his throat as Minho scents him, so he can't be that mad.

"But hyung," he starts, and Minho pulls his face out of his neck to look at him. His bottom lip is jutted out in that signature pout of his, and his eyebrows are drawn together. Oh no. "I'm all wet, though. Y'got me all worked up for nothing."

Minho's cock gives a pathetic kick in the confines of his sweats, still throbbing and begging for relief. He has a dilemma on his hands: fuck Jisung and pop a knot and lose the bet not even a week in, or have self control and find a different way to satiate the lapful of whining, squirming omega he has on his hands.

Jisung's still humping him a little, just frantic little movements to get stimulation on his clit. "Please, hyung-ah. Do something?" And his begging is so sweet, how can Minho deny him?

"You're killing me, baby. Shit, just— take your pants off," Minho rushes out, voice strained, already fumbling at the waistband of Jisung's sweats. They struggle for a moment to remove the offending clothing article, before tugging it all the way off and discarding them on the floor. Minho doesn’t have time to appreciate his panties— they’re baby blue today— before the omega slides them off too. Now, his slick is freely running down his thighs in appetizing little tears, dripping onto Minho’s sweatpants and darkening the fabric.

Jisung’s cunt is on full display, and it’s just as pretty as Minho remembers. Slick and glistening as it drips for Minho, and Minho alone. He reaches his hand up, and slides two fingers through his folds, letting the sticky slickness coat his fingers. Jisung shudders above him, pressing his hips down, trying to get Minho’s fingers to slip in.

“Hyunggg,” he whines, hiding his face in Minho’s neck. His scent is all milky and creamy now, Minho can taste the richness on his tongue. There’s a pause as he rests his fingers right at Jisung’s entrance, the tips of them just shy of slipping inside. It’s teasing, just enough to have the omega whining wetly into the curve of his neck.

But Minho can only handle so many needy little sounds before his resolve crumbles, and he's pressing his fingers in, meeting no resistance as they become enveloped by the tight heat. He remembers how it felt to have his cock in here, how it felt to knot something for the first time. His cock strains in his underwear at the memory.

“Ah, Minho, hyungie,” Jisung breathes, mouth right next to Minho’s ear now. His voice is so raspy, so sensual, breath hot against his skin. Minho's sure that the tips of his ears are burning scarlet, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. It's always been a sensitive area for him.

He begins to thrust in and out experimentally with a few quick rolls of his wrist, just rubbing his fingers over his warm, silky walls. It's honestly been a while since he properly fingered someone, usually opting to use his tongue, or of course, his cock, to induce pleasure.

But he has no choice if he wants to win the bet, so he pumps his fingers just a little faster, pressing the heel of his palm right up against Jisung’s clit to give him something to grind on. And he does, oh, so beautifully. His hips twitch forward into the pressure, and Minho can’t drag his eyes away from the movement.

“Baby,” he whispers, voice trembling just as much as Jisung’s thighs that are working to keep him up. He’s trying to match Minho’s movement, and thrust himself down onto his fingers, but he’s practically useless. His arms are wrapped around Minho’s neck and he’s depositing little kisses and kitten licks over Minho’s scent gland, but he’s not doing much else.

Not that Minho minds. He likes taking care of people. He’d give Jisung ten orgasms before he even thought about relieving himself.

It’s not hard to draw Jisung to the edge, his pretty little body trembling like a leaf as the pleasure gets to be too much. Minho’s other hand is resting on the curve of the omega’s waist, under his hoodie, right on his heated skin. He’s rubbing up and down, a calming movement, coaxing more little noises and sounds out of the boy.

“Gonna— hyung, m’gonna—” Jisung starts, cutting himself off with a loud, debauched moan as his clit rubs perfectly against Minho’s palm.

Minho understands. “It’s okay baby, just let go for me. Cum for alpha.”

And like the good boy he is, Jisung listens. He grinds his hips forward a few more times, moans pitching up, before his breath catches in his throat and he’s cumming all over Minho’s fingers. Minho helps him ride it out, massaging his clit with his hand and guiding his hips forward with his other.

Jisung slumps over him, resting his forehead on his shoulder as his chest heaves while he tries to suck in air. He’s still making cute, tiny noises, just little ‘ah’s’ and choked off hums of pleasure, thighs trembling where they're barely holding him up. Minho pulls his fingers out of him slowly, bringing them up to his face just to pull them apart and watch the slick and cum web between them.

He can’t resist bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, tasting the lemon and honey melting all over his tastebuds. His eyes flutter shut as he savors the taste, moaning around his fingers a little. His cock is still pathetically hard in his pants, but at least he got Jisung to cum, a well worth it endeavor.

When he blinks his eyes open, Jisung is staring at him, face tinged with a pink flush and a layer of sweat. But he’s smiling, watching as Minho once again takes his fingers in his mouth and sucks his slick off like it’s his job.

He leans forward to nuzzle back into Minho’s neck, chirping as he noses at his scent gland. “Y’smell so good,” he sighs, depositing one more small kiss over his skin. Hazelnut seeps out as Minho listens to him, his alpha latching onto the words the omega said.

Omega likes scent. Mate likes scent.

He’s losing his fucking mind.

Jisung pulls his face out of Minho’s neck again, and he looks like he’s considering something this time. “So, you’re really serious about not being able to fuck me for the whole month?”

Minho nods his head solemnly.

“Alright.”

“Alright?” Minho repeats, blinking up at him rapidly. “You’re okay with it?”

“As long as you can use these,” Jisung starts, picking up Minho’s hand and sucking the two fingers Minho had inside him into his own mouth. “And this,” He continues, moving to press a long kiss against Minho’s mouth, slipping his tongue in for a moment. “It’s okay.”

Minho nods a little too fast, a little too eagerly. “I can do that, baby. Whenever you want.”

“Okay, my eager little alpha,” Jisung smiles, kissing Minho one more time. “Now, let’s get cleaned up and we can finish the movie, hm?”

And Minho just nods again, moving to pick Jisung up and carry him to the bathroom.

ALPHAZ 🐺🔥💪

Minho

Watch your backs.

Chan

????

Changbin

WHAT

Jeongin

what he say fuck me for

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November 8th

Minho is really, truly going to lose his mind.

He can't fucking help it but feel like every thread of his sanity is unravelling when Jisung looks like that— wearing nothing but Minho's tshirt, sprawled out on his bed, waiting for the alpha to return. He's laying on his stomach, feet swaying in the air behind him, scrolling on his phone.

The picture of innocence, save for the fact that Minho knows if he lifted the hem of his shirt the omega would be fully bare underneath. It's ridden up just enough that Minho can see the beginning of the round curve of his ass. He really can't help himself.

It's easy— too easy— for Minho to sneak up on him, to crawl on him from behind and press his whole entire body weight over him so he can't do more than wriggle beneath him.

"Hyung—" he squeaks, body tensing up all prey-like. Another squeak promptly leaves his lips as Minho leans down to drag his mouth up the omega's neck, and plant a sloppy kiss right over his scent gland. "You're crushing me."

"No, m'not," Minho purrs, now nipping at skin with his teeth. "You just look so good, baby. Hyung couldn't help but pounce on you."

Jisung huffs fondly, but reaches behind himself to thread his fingers through Minho's hair and scratch at his scalp. "Mmm, my good kitty."

Purrs immediately begin to vibrate out of Minho at the name, deep and loud and completely out of his control. He can't help the rumbles that escape his chest when his nose is full with the scent of omega, and said omega is underneath him, all pliant and squirmy.

Unfortunately for the alpha, this position has his cock nestled right between Jisung's ass, which is still wiggling. If Minho didn't know any better, he'd think Jisung is doing it on purpose.

Minho knows the situation he's placed them in isn't exactly ideal, but Jisung had agreed to it— not being fucked for a month, that is. Or so Minho thought. Another movement of Jisung's ass pushing up into his crotch, where his cock is already half chubbed, has Minho moving a hand down to grip his slutty, little waist in an attempt to still his movement.

"Hmmf," Jisung whines, stuffing his face into the pillow in front of him. His back is arching just the slightest bit, ensuring his ass stays glued to Minho's dick. The delightful scent of cream drifts to Minho's nostrils, the distinct undertone Jisung has when he's horny.

"Baby, you're being so, so mean to hyung," Minho says, trying to keep his voice level. The omega's ass wriggles again, the tiny amount it can with its limited range of movement provided by the grip Minho has on him. Minho huffs, moving to manhandle Jisung onto his back.

A flushed face with big, wide eyes stares back at him. Jisung blinks, batting his pretty eyelashes and not saying a word. Not even a moment later, he begins to pout. Minho doesn't know how he found out his weakness so quickly, but it's really not good for his health.

"What're you pouting for, pretty?" Minho asks with a smile, leaning down to press a long kiss against Jisung's mouth. It's slow, for a second , before Jisung pulls back and snags Minho's lower lip between his teeth. That gets a real reaction out of Minho, a breathy little gasp crawling its way out of his throat.

"I'm horny, hyung," Jisung pouts even more, lips now glossy with spit. He laces his hands around Minho's neck and pulls him closer to reconnect their lips, speaking between kisses. "I thought when you invited me to shower together, you didn't actually just mean washing up."

A fond smile creeps its way onto Minho's lips as he continues kissing back. "That's what showers are for, baby, hm?"

"Yeah, but you've been neglecting me."

Minho pulls away to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Neglecting you?"

Jisung blinks at him slowly a few times, but doubles down. "Yeah, hyung," Minho moves his mouth down Jisung's body to connect with his chest, leaving small kisses right over his heart. Jisung continues, hands still in Minho's hair. "Y-You didn't touch me yesterday."

Minho moves down further to kiss over Jisung's clothed stomach. "Mm, I didn't, did I?" He hums, conveniently disregarding how many times he's made Jisung cum the past few days. "Keep telling hyung how mean he is."

"So mean," Jisung starts, voice shaky as Minho continues his path downwards, pushing the hem of his shirt up and kissing right over the now exposed skin of his lower stomach. Looking up at him through his eyelashes, Minho moves his head down further, right in between Jisung's thighs, face to face with his bare pussy. He maneuvers his legs over his shoulders, and hooks his hands over them securely.

"Mhm," Minho hums, running his tongue up Jiung's quivering thigh. Not pressing it where Jisung really wants it, though. Where he needs it, where he's already leaking for it.

"You're being mean right now, hyung. Stop teasin— ah!" Jisung starts, but is promptly cut off as Minho's tongue flicks over his clit. The omega's whole body shakes as the small ounce of pleasure wracks through it.

A harsh suck at his clit has Jisung's back twitching into an arch, Minho's lips wrapping around the little bud fully and applying just the right amount of pressure. "You were saying?" Minho grins into his cunt, lapping his tongue over his folds as Jisung tries to speak.

"You— hyung— mmngh—" Jisung tries, but every word is interrupted by one of his pathetic little noises. A small whimper rolling off his tongue sinfully at every movement of Minho's mouth.

"That's what I thought," Minho rasps, before diving back in.

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November 13th

ALPHAZ 🐺🔥💪

Changbin

i'm out guys

Chan

out??

Jeongin

damn already

Changbin

the month is halfway over??

if you guys had hwang hyunjin grinding on you

what would you have done??

Minho

definitely not pop a knot

Jeongin

the one who hasn't knotted his entire life lasted longer

that's embarassing for you

Minho

super embarrassing

but i'm now one person closer to winning

so by all means

Chan

nice try

we aren't going easy on you

Changbin

guys i HAD to knot him

you don't understand…

Jeongin

just take the L hyung

Changbin

☹️☹️☹️☹️

🪢 🪢 🪢

November 16th

Minho’s phone buzzes next to him on his desk. Trying, and failing, to focus, Minho slides his computer away to check what the message is. Unsurprisingly, it’s Jisung, trying and succeeding in pulling Minho away from his work. He’s supposed to be watching a video of new choreography… However, he would much rather spend his time paying attention to Jisung.

Bug 🍋🐛

Jisung

hyung

minho hyung

alpha

Minho

jisungie

omega

distracting me?

Jisung

:(

do you not want to talk to me?

Minho

of course I do

but do you want hyung to fall behind, hm?

Jisung

noooooo

but hyung :((

Minho

my whiny little baby

Jisung

i just miss u

Minho

you miss me?

or my tongue

Jisung

both!!

i want ur tongue on me again

Minho

ahh so that’s why you texted me?

baby’s horny, hm?

Jisung

how can I not be

when I think of you

Minho

sweet talking me?

to get me even more distracted?

naughty

Jisung

you don’t know how distracting I can be hyung

Minho pauses for a moment, takes a second to lean back in his chair and squeeze his eyes shut. He lets out a shaky breath, contemplative. Does he have deadlines coming up? Maybe. Does he have a pretty, desperate omega in his messages giving an opening to sext? Most certainly.

It’s not a hard decision to make.

Minho

yeah?

why don’t you show me baby

Jisung

hyunggggg

Minho

don’t tell me you’re shy now

Jisung

i’m not >:(

Minho

come on then

distract me

It takes a moment, but Jisung's reply comes in the form of a picture.

Jisung

is this distracting enough hyung?

[image]

When the photo loads, Minho sees god.

It’s a picture of Jisung’s pretty, pink pussy. Being spread open by his fingers, black fingernails standing out against the flushed, pink of his skin. There’s a sheen of slick covering his entrance and folds, enticing and appetizing all the same as it glistens for the camera.

Minho can feel the saliva pooling under his tongue as he looks at the picture, staring at his phone screen until his eyes burn and the image is branded into his eyelids. It must be five minutes before his phone buzzes in his grasp again.

Jisung

hyungie??

Fuck this.

Minho clicks into Jisung’s contact, and presses the call button. It rings once, twice, before Jisung picks up.

“Jisung.”

“Hyung.”

They both speak at the same time, Minho not more than a breathy exhale, Jisung a full blown moan. Both desperate, both pathetic.

“Baby, what do you think you’re doing, sending me a picture like that?” Minho hisses, dropping his free hand to squeeze the bulge in his pants. All he gets in response is a debauched little moan, gurgled out of Jisung’s chest. And when Minho really strains his ears, he can hear tiny slick noises in the background. “Are you touching yourself, Jisung-ah?”

“Mmm— yeah, couldn’t— couldn’t help myself,” Jisung whines, words all slurred together and high pitched as they come through Minho’s phone. Minho can imagine how he looks, all spread out on his back, hand between his legs as he touches himself. Can imagine how the scent of citrus and cream is positively staining every atom of oxygen in Jisung's room.

Minho releases another shaky exhale, letting the oxygen burning in his lungs dispel, before sliding his hand tentatively into his boxers. His cock is warm, and heavy in his hand, his tip completely slicked with precum. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I’m— hyung, I, ahh—” Just tries, but he can’t get the words out. He’s too whiny, too useless when pleasure overtakes his brain. Can’t form a single coherent thought. God, Minho wants to ruin him.

It’s okay, Minho is fine with doing the work. His cock is throbbing as he pulls it out of his pants, and drags his fist up and down it a few times. It doesn’t feel like he’s going to pop a knot though, so he allows himself to keep moving his hand. “Are you touching your pretty pussy for alpha?”

“Hnggg— yes, yes, alpha. For you—”

“Fuck,” Minho groans, digging his thumbnail into the slit of his cock, thighs tensing as a wave of pleasure crashes over him. “A-Are you paying attention to your clit too, baby?”

“M’rubbing it, ah— feels good,” Jisung whines, and he sounds wrecked. His little noises are spilling out of his mouth, a few high pitched moans, a couple choked off whimpers. Every single sound has Minho’s cock drooling onto his fingers, slicking the glide as he continues to fuck his fist.

“Good boy, my naughty omega. You know alpha can’t resist you.”

“Is— Is alpha touching himself too?” Jisung rushes out, words jumbled together and desperate around the edges. He must have his fingers inside himself again, because the slick noises have resumed, little squelches that the microphone barely picks up. Though, that doesn’t stop Minho from hearing them, and in turn conjuring up a mental image of the omega thrusting into his pussy, unsatisfied from not being full enough.

“Of course I am, fuck. How could I not be?” Minho rasps, pressing his phone to his ear harder. He doesn’t want to let a single noise Jisung makes go to waste. “Do you want a picture too, honey?”

Jisung’s answer is immediate. “Please, hyung, please, yes.”

Minho chuckles as he pulls his phone away from his ear to open the camera app, and flip it around to show his cock. He doesn’t pay much attention to the actual process of taking the photo, just focuses the camera and presses the button, hearing the shutter click after a moment.

His fingers are all shaky, and Jisung’s muted moans are still coming from his speaker, so fumbling through his apps to get back to messages proves to be a challenging task. But he manages it, and sends the tasteful picture of his cock to Jisung without a second thought.

When he sees it load in the chat, he can’t help but let out a breathy little ‘fuck’. The camera really amplified the veins and colors of his cock, flushed pink at the tip as his precum glistens from the low light of his desk lamp. His hand is covered in it, and it looks just a little bit pathetic.

“Hyung,” Jisung whines loudly, and Minho can only assume he opened the image and took in an eyeful of cock. His voice pitches up, even higher than before. The juxtaposition of how Jisung’s voice sounds normally, deep, smooth like honey on his tongue, and right now, airy and an octave higher, makes Minho slightly insane. Unabashedly moaning like a slut just for Minho’s pleasure. “Fuck, hyung, wan’you inside me again, wanna be full. Can— can I cum? Please?”

“Ah, I knew you were a good boy, asking for permission,” Minho breathes, letting his head thud back against the headrest as he speeds up his hand, flicking and twisting his wrist on every stroke. The slick ring of his fist doesn’t compare to what Jisung felt like wrapped around him, warm and clamping around his cock like a vice. Fuck, Minho hasn’t ever wanted a month to be over this bad. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

Jisung’s voice chokes up after a few more squelches, a long, drawn out moan following moments later. It aids Minho in working himself up to his own orgasm, replaying the feeling of knotting Jisung for the first time in his head as he desperately bucks his hips up into his fist.

“Shit,” he moans, hips twitching upwards once more before he cums all over his fist. A few stray droplets land on his sweatpants, darkening the fabric with evidence of his need. His heartbeat is pounding in his ears, thudding in his chest where it’s trapped behind his ribs.

When he finally pries his eyes open, and looks down at his cock, it’s softening and glistening with cum, but— he didn’t pop a knot. Thank fucking god. Admitting that he lost because Jisung sent him one nude would have been very embarrassing.

“Mmm, hyung,” Jisung’s raspy voice comes through Minho’s phone, back down to its normal pitch. “Was that distracting enough?”

“Yah, Han Jisung. You’re such a slut.”

“Don’t say that, hyung,” Jisung giggles. “I’ll cum again.”

“Yah!"

🪢 🪢 🪢

November 21st

"Hyungggg," Jisung whines, wrapping his arms around Minho from behind. Minho has been trying for the better part of twenty minutes to get out of bed, all of his efforts thwarted by the cloying scent of lemon and honey that clings to his sheets. The omega’s little body pressed against his, skin warm against his own, is making it hard to say the least.

“Baby,” Minho says fondly, trying to twist his body around to face Jisung, who is currently pressing his face into Minho’s bare back. His arms tighten around Minho’s waist, unrelenting in their grip. “I have to go to class, sweetheart.”

Jisung shakes his head and makes a perturbed little whine, lips pressed against skin. “Don’t want you to leave.”

“I already silenced my alarm three times, honey,” Minho tries again, letting his voice grow even fonder, all soft around the edges. Like he’s trying to coax a little kitten into retracting their claws. He has half a mind to grab Jisung by the back of his neck, scruff him and make his lithe, little body all pliant beneath him.

But he’s nuzzling into Minho’s back, humming as he squirms and releases his scent, set on enticing Minho to stay in bed with him. And, fuck, if Minho doesn’t want to. There’s nothing more that Minho would want than to stay underneath the covers and makeout with Jisung until both of their lips are numb, and they don’t know whose legs are whose.

Having responsibilities sucks.

“Can you at least finger me before you go?” He mumbles, muffling the words into Minho’s back. A creamy scent invades Jisung's pheromones, now pouring out of him like a damn broken. The way that he is constantly horny should be studied. It’s just Minho’s luck that he began dating maybe the horniest omega alive during No Knot November.

“I’ll definitely be late if I do that,” Minho smiles, twisting his body around a little. Jisung’s face ends up squished into his stomach, whining in defiance again. It’s so endearing, so cute how determined he is to keep Minho in bed with him. There’s a small voice in Minho’s head telling him ‘fuck class, stay here and make your omega cum’. An irresponsible voice, evidently.

“Alpha,” Jisung whines again, turning his head to look up at Minho with big, pitiful eyes. It’s almost enough to make Minho snap. Almost.

Minho slowly runs his hand through Jisung’s hair, sliding it down to rest over his neck. Just letting the pressure of his hand sit there, not squeezing or grabbing. He could grip right there so easily, dig his fingers into either side of his nape and force Jisung to let him go. Jisung’s eyelashes flutter as Minho softly rubs at his scent glands, body relaxing into the touch.

“I have to go, baby,” Minho says again, letting out a fond, little sigh at the sight of his omega nuzzling into his stomach. The warm honey in his scent is pooling in Minho’s nose, sweet and overtaking the citrus. He’s relaxed, content in being pressed up against his alpha.

His next words come out a little slurred, like he’s on the cusp of slipping back into sleep. “Then can you jus’ grind on me, baby? I cum fast that way.”

Minho squeezes his eyes shut and tips his head back, clenching his jaw in an attempt to calm himself. Even the words leaving Jisung’s mouth sound erotic, syllables dragged out just teasingly enough to have an effect on Minho, his cock weakly kicking to life in his sweatpants. Jisung must feel it, because he giggles into the soft skin of Minho’s tummy, little hums traveling up his chest in pleasant vibrations.

“You know you wanna, m’already all wet,” And Minho knows he is. He can smell it. The slick slowly seeping through the thin, little shorts he’s wearing, probably clinging to his skin, turning translucent where his pussy is leaking— “You’re hard, alpha.”

“No, I’m not.” Minho lies.

“Hmm, then what’s poking my arm, hyung?” A sly little smile is working its way onto Jisung’s face, so self satisfied, like he knows he’s won. Minho tongues his cheek, looking down at the pretty little omega smiling up at him from his lap.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and he’s scruffing Jisung, grabbing the hair at the base of his neck as he hauls the omega onto his back. A little ‘oof’ leaves his mouth as his back hits the mattress, his eyes immediately going big and round as Minho settles in between his legs.

He attempts to crane his head upwards, the movement halted by the hand yanking his head back. The look on his face is desperate, being deprived of the kisses he’s so in love with receiving. His mouth parts with every strained intake of air; struggling before they’ve even started.

“Please, alpha,” Jisung begs, hips tensing and trying to press up into Minho’s crotch, where the bulge of his cock is evident.

“You’re unbelievable,” Minho rasps, letting his weight drop just the tiniest bit. His cock makes contact with Jisung’s pussy through their layers of clothes, a jolt of electricity traveling up through Minho’s body as the sensitive tip of his cock drags along the fabric. “Couldn’t be patient for me, hm? Couldn’t wait two hours for me to come back to you?”

Shaky hands come up to grip Minho’s shoulders as Jisung shakes his head back and forth, little curls on his head bouncing as he moves. “Mmm, no, hyung. Want you right now.”

The words have Minho dropping his hips down further, fully dragging the length of his cock over Jisung’s clothed pussy, letting him feel every inch, every twitch. A breathy groan leaves his lips as he watches the omegas hips twitch upward in a small, pathetic attempt to reciprocate.

Minho presses his bulge right over where he knows Jisung’s puffy clit is, and he gets an immediate, loud reaction. “Ahh— hyung, fuck.”

“D-Does that feel good, baby?” Minho rasps, pressing his mouth to Jisung’s neck. The sleep shorts Jisung’s wearing are completely soaked through at his crotch, the slick seeping into Minho’s sweatpants, forming a dark, wet spot right over his dick.

‘Hnnnn— yeah, feels good— nnngh,” Jisung moans prettily, eyes squeezing shut, eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. The pressure of rutting against Jisung feels so fucking good, it’s making his brain all delirious with want, with need. The need to pin Jisung down and fuck him through the mattress, fuck every thought out of that pretty little head of his.

Minho’s too pent up, he’s going fucking crazy.

“God, baby, I can’t fucking wait to put my cock in you again,” Minho breathes into his neck, breath hot as he continues to rub his cock raw in the confines of his underwear. Another whimper sounds from beneath him as he presses just right against Jisung’s clit, his back arching up off of the bed beautifully.

It would be so, so easy for Minho to yank his slutty pajama shorts down and expose his soaked pussy, to drag his cock out of his sweatpants just enough that he could plunge it inside and fuck him how he so desperately needs. He’s been holding out so well, going on three whole weeks without Minho’s cock inside him, without a knot to satiate his greedy little pussy.

But they’re so close, just over a week left until the bet is up, and both Chan and Jeongin are still in the running to win. He can’t give up now. So, he keeps up the movements of his hips, now humping Jisung with desperate thrusts of his hips, just like he would if he was actually fucking him.

Tears brim Jisung’s eyes already, glassy as he looks up at Minho, pleading for Minho to give him more, everything. And Minho will, always will. He breathes, no more than a quick intake of air, before pressing their lips together, swallowing down every moan punched out of the omega’s chest. Jisung’s hands thread through the blue hair on his head to press him closer, preventing Minho from disconnecting their mouths. Not that he even wants to.

Jisung’s thighs are trembling where they rest on either side of Minho’s torso, body reacting as if he really has a cock inside him. It must be some sort of talent, really, how cockdrunk he can act even though Minho hasn’t given it to him in nearly a month.

“Hyung— keep— fuck, keep going, pleasepleaseplease,” he begs, and Minho breathes the words in. His hips are still moving, crotch growing wetter with every grind against Jisung’s pussy. The sweatpants he’s wearing will probably have to be thrown out, soaked through and defiled by Jisung’s need. The lemon and honey staining the fabric probably won't ever wash out.

"Baby, shit, you smell so good," Minho slurs, shoving his nose into the crook of Jisung's neck. Citrus and cream overtakes all of his senses, he can taste it on his tongue, almost like his slick is in his mouth. He's losing his rhythm now, unable to keep his hips in constant movement. Whenever he grinds his hips fully against his pliant omega, a new wave of pleasure overtakes his body, muscles tensing up as he approaches his orgasm.

Maybe it should be embarrassing, how close he is to cumming just from grinding against a pretty omega, but Jisung isn't faring much better. All high pitched moans and squirmy little movements to reach his own climax.

"Ah, ah, ah, alpha, close," Jisung strains, every word he says getting trapped in his throat with all of the moans he's producing. Minho feels his high approaching, watching Jisung fall apart just from a little bit of dry humping. Though, there's nothing dry about it. Jisung's shorts are almost translucent, the outline of his pussy visible through the thin fabric.

"Hoooh, fuck—" Minho moans as he takes in an eyeful of Jisung's pussy. Just the idea of being able to fuck him so soon, to have him fall apart on his cock for real, has his hips twitching forward in fast, desperate movements, humping the omega with all of his energy. He can tell Jisung is close too, hands shaking where they're resting on his shoulders, a few stray tears running down the side of his face. Fucking divine.

Minho doesn't even realize he's cumming until his body locks up, cock pumping out cum inside of his boxers. He can feel the hot liquid spilling out, completely covering his cock and adding to the mess soaking his sweatpants. Not even a second later, Jisung's moans are choked off as his nails dig into Minho's skin, and he cums right alongside him.

Both of their hips are still twitching forward, small, subconscious movements meant for nothing more than riding out their orgasms. Small, high pitched whimpers are still slipping past Jisung's lips, chest heaving from how hard his orgasm hit him. Even though Minho did all the work, and Jisung didn't do more than whine like a little slut the whole time.

"Haah, h-hyung," Jisung whines, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Minho's mouth, to his cheek, to his sharp jawline. Hazelnut seeps into all of the cracks of Jisung's lemon and honey, scents mixing together to form a warm, comforting smell. He presses his lips against the omega's again, sighing contentedly against the plush, pink muscle.

Both of them jump as a loud ringing noise sounds out from the night stand— Minho's alarm, ringing after Minho had snoozed it again. Just so he could pathetically grind against Jisung and cum in his pants like a horny teenager. He buries his face in Jisung's neck, cheeks and ears burning.

He really needs to get up now.

"Baby, I have to go, I'm actually going to be late now."

"Hmph."

Minho pulls his face out of Jisung's neck to look at his face, and to nobody's surprise, he's pouting again. "Are you seriously pouting? After I just made you cum?"

"Hmph!"

"You really are a brat," Minho says, gripping the back of Jisung's neck again. All of the fight immediately leaves his body, the pouty expression sliding off his face. He snags his lip in between his teeth, before looking up at Minho through his eyelashes.

"…How late can you be?"

🪢 🪢 🪢

November 25th

ALPHAZ 🐺🔥💪

Jeongin

I'm out

Minho

maknae-yah lost?

Chan

are u serious

Jeongin

yeah bro

Changbin

HA!!!!!!!

what did you in

Jeongin

do I have to tell you

Chan

you know the rules

if you get out you have to tell us why

Jeongin

ugh

Seungmin sent me a picture of his waist

Minho

truly embarrassing

I got nudes from Jisung and didn't break

Jeongin

TMI HYUNG.

Changbin

all it took was his waist

and u were clowning on me

unbelievable

i need to go take a long drive in my Lamborghini

to think about this

Chan

is now really the time to be flexing…

the maknae is in distress

Jeongin

no i'm not

Minho

yeah he's in shambles

Jeongin

whatever

u losers can discuss it amongst yourselves

Seungmin is coming over

Chan

have fun on your date!!!!

Changbin

date…

Minho

I could cry

ur finally getting some

Changbin

it's just you and Chan-hyung now

i'm rooting for you Minho-hyung

Chan

?

far out man

Changbin

you've won the past three years!!

Minho

i will win just for you Changbin-ah

🪢 🪢 🪢

November 30th

Minho flops onto his back next to Jisung, chest heaving, lips parted with every gasp of air he intakes. He just got done rubbing his cock raw inside his boxers for the nth time that week, grinding against his pretty omega after he begged and begged and begged him to.

There's cum and slick all over his crotch, cooling as it dries, sticky and uncomfortable. Minho has had to wash so many pairs of sweatpants this week, even had to throw out a couple pairs of his favorite jeans because the stench of slick simply refused to dissipate.

It's when both Minho and Jisung are halfway to falling asleep, the omega nuzzled into his chest, still wearing his slick soaked panties, when Minho gets the text. His phone vibrates next to him on the nightstand once, then five more times in quick succession. Minho has half a mind to chuck it across the room when Jisung makes an adorable little noise, disturbed from his rest.

But when he grabs his phone, and reads the text thread, he has to sit up in bed.

ALPHAZ 🐺🔥💪

Chan

i'm out

Changbin

WHAT

HELLO

HYUNG

WHAT

Jeongin

seriously????

Minho

this is tragic

Jeongin

^ guy who is trying and failing to be nonchalant

Changbin

MINHO HYUNG YOU WON

i can't believe my manifestation worked

Jeongin

you manifested hyung winning????

Changbin

of course i did

so @chan what happened 😁

Chan

um

Felix

he asked me to get him pregnant

Changbin

LIKE

FR??

Chan

yes…

Minho

honestly cannot even blame you

Changbin

that little gremlin

Jeongin

he knew what he was doing hyung

Chan

well congrats Minho

you win

Changbin

not so fast!!!!

no knots can be popped until midnight tonight

Minho has been silently sitting up for almost a minute now, causing Jisung to raise himself up and look over his shoulder. His warm little body presses against Minho's as he tries to make sense of the messages. "What happened, hyung?"

"I won."

Jisung hums into his shoulder, pressing his lips against his skin. "Won what?"

"No Knot November. All of the other guys are out," Minho says, exhaling a deep breath he feels like he's been holding in for the entire month. The little kisses from the omega come to a halt.

Jisung doesn't speak for a moment, then before Minho can question him, he's being shoved on his back. A weight settles on his lap, and only when he opens his eyes does he realize that it's Jisung. Sat right on top of his dick, sweatpants still soaked with his cum and Jisung's slick.

He looks a little crazed, pupils dilated and his mouth parted, voice desperate and strained when he speaks. "Does this mean you can knot me now?"

Fuck. Every single instinct in Minho's body is screaming at him to rip off all of their clothes and give his omega what he's been depriving him of for a month. But the rules are the rules, and he absolutely cannot allow Jisung to keep sitting on his lap if he wants to truly win. Just the knowledge that Jisung's pussy is right there, three layers of clothes away, so easily accessible and ready to take cock— has Minho clenching his hands into tight fists and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Jagi, fuck. I— I can't, not yet." He says, the words airy and almost whiny. The effort he has to use to hold himself back, especially now, should be fucking commended.

"Hyung, why not?" Jisung whines, truly whines, like he's about to cry if he doesn't get Minho's cock inside of him.

The thoughts in Minho's head are getting all jumbled up as the omega presses his weight down just a tiny bit more, his scent invading every inhale Minho takes. There's freshly squeezed lemons and warm, gooey honey all over, pouring out in distressed waves. Minho knows, he knows, how hard it's been.

But all they have to do is wait a few more hours and then Minho can knot him into oblivion. Fuck, Minho would have him mated and pupped if he really wanted it. Just not yet.

"Midnight, baby," Minho gasps, holding Jisung's hips in an attempt to stop any and all movement. The whine that comes out of Jisung's mouth is downright depraved. It's almost enough to make Minho snap, flip them over and fuck Jisung into the mattress for the rest of the day. "Please baby, we're so close."

Minho feels like he should say 'we'— it's been a team effort, really.

"Ugh, hyung," Jisung huffs, eyebrows furrowing. He sits back on Minho's thighs, crossing his arms across his chest. Petulant, offended. Minho truly needs to spoil him after this for being so understanding about his stupid little bet. "Fine. You're mean, but fine."

A small sigh of relief leaves Minho's chest, thankful for his boyfriend being so sweet and willing to go along with his antics. "Thank you, sweetheart. I swear I will fuck you all day tomorrow."

"I'm setting an alarm for 11:59 tonight. And I'm gonna sit on your knot until you cry."

Minho thuds his head back against the pillow. He's too pent up. Thinking of Jisung's pussy enveloping his cock as he sinks down, bouncing and whining, taking Minho's knot over and over and over—

"I can smell what you're thinking about, Lee Minho," Jisung giggles, leaning down over Minho to press a long kiss against his lips. "I hope your knot still works, after so long."

"Yah, you little brat," Minho sighs, pressing his lips against Jisung's again. "It works."

"Guess we'll have to wait until later to find out, hm?"

"Mhm," Minho hums, and kisses his omega one more time for good measure before pulling away. He feels like he could melt into the bed, limbs warm and heavy from inhaling lemon and honey. But he's still dirty, and Jisung is too, from their juvenile little dry humping session. "Come on, up baby. We need to shower."

Jisung just nuzzles into his neck, making no effort at all to get up.

"You're unbelievable." Minho huffs, but he supposes he can stay in bed a few more minutes before picking Jisung up and forcing him into the shower.

Just five more minutes.

🪢 🪢 🪢

It's 11pm.

Minho has had to thwart three different attempts of Jisung trying to convince him to just fuck him already.

The first time, in the shower. Jisung gripped his cock in his hand and whispered the filthiest things into his ear, it had Minho considering drowning himself in the bathtub. He exited the bathroom with a half hard cock and a whiny Jisung trailing behind him.

The second time, in the kitchen. Minho, of course, picked Jisung up and sat his pretty ass on the counter for him to watch Minho cook. Jisung whined for kisses, which Minho couldn't deny him of. So Minho stood in between his legs and kissed his lips raw. He physically had to force himself away when Jisung started slicking up, right there on the granite.

The third time, on the couch. Minho resolved that the quickest way to pass the time was to watch a movie, or two. They're both antsy, too worked up, nerves on edge with the anticipation of finally relieving themselves. He was wrong. They weren't even ten minutes into the movie when Jisung rubbed his hands over Minho's thighs and cock, kissing up his neck and nuzzling his scent gland.

It's a losing battle, really. Minho's patience is fraying with every teasing movement, every whine, every pout. He's weak. Desire pools in his stomach, bubbling up into his scent with every minute that brings them closer to midnight.

By the time 11:45 rolls around, Jisung isn't even pretending to pay attention to the movie anymore. He's shamelessly staring at the side of Minho's face, gnawing on his thumb. The fact that he isn't doing anything is more distracting than him actually feeling him up, at this point.

Like a kitten ready to pounce, wound up like a top, so close to his prize. Ten minutes later, Minho can't even hear him breathing anymore. Screw it. Minho grabs the remote, and shuts the tv off. Jisung blinks at him, thumb slipping out of his mouth and dropping into his lap.

They both stare at each other for a good thirty seconds before Minho huffs, and pats his lap. Jisung scrambles onto it with all the grace of a newborn deer, settling into the space like he was made for it. He immediately grinds down, just a little bit, a selfish, greedy movement.

"Hyung, can you please fuck me now? I— I've been so good, haven't I?" He whines, voice wobbling. Desperate.

Minho nods, burying his face into his neck. "Yeah, jagi. You've been so fucking good, so patient. Alpha will give it to you baby."

A sigh of what Minho can only understand as relief comes out of Jisung as he leans in and presses his mouth to Minho's. He immediately moans at the contact, smoothing his hands up and down Minho's chest, his shoulders, his neck. The milky scent Minho has grown accustomed to flows into his nose freely, potent and sweet in all the right ways.

They stay that way for a few minutes, just kissing, with Jisung grinding down onto Minho's cock and soaking them with his slick. A familiar scene.

Jisung jumps in Minho's arms when his phone's alarm goes off. It rings out through the silent living room, the sound accompanied by nothing else except their labored breathing.

Jisung leans over to grab his phone, and taps on it to silence the alarm. Amused, Minho smiles at him while massaging his ass. "You actually set an alarm, baby?"

"I told you I would, did you think—" Jisung starts, but is promptly cut off as Minho surges forward to connect their lips again. He easily stands with the omega in his arms, wrapping his legs around Minho's waist.

Desperation is seeping into Minho's skin now; he has to press Jisung up against a wall and kiss him silly before they even make it to his bedroom. When he reaches their destination, he drops Jisung down on the bed, and wastes no time ripping his shirt over his head. Jisung isn't moving, just watching Minho undress.

In all fairness, he's only wearing Minho's t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. It won't be a hard task to get him naked. Minho kicks off his pants and underwear, and grips Jisung's ankle to pull him closer to him. A little yelp leaves the omega's throat, and he squirms a little bit, like he's trying to get away.

Minho knows what he's doing— amping up the preylike tendencies, making his eyes big, lips quivering, struggling. It's all a ruse, just a little something to trigger and entice Minho's alpha instincts. To catch, to claim, to keep.

And it's working.

Even with his room partly shrouded in darkness, Minho can see perfectly. His nose is picking up every little subtly of Jisung's scent, the lemon mixing with lime, the smallest hint of vanilla lining the milky cream. His chest is heaving with want, and it's all he can do to not devour Jisung in his entirety.

Minho slowly crawls onto the bed, hovering over him, taking in the pathetic look on his face. His eyes are all glassy, and his mouth is parting, awaiting the kisses he knows he's going to get. Minho slides his hand up his thigh, landing right on his hip, squeezing it once. He then moves it further up, resting on his tummy, trembling with every intake of air.

"God, fuck," Minho rasps, sticking his nose into Jisung's scent gland. "I feel like I'm going fucking crazy."

"Haah," Jisung half laughs, half moans, voice quivering with his need. "You're going crazy? I haven't had you inside me in a month. I've been so empty, hnngh."

"I know, fuck, I'm sorry, baby," He says, and it's a true apology. Minho thanks the moons and stars every night for finding someone as perfect as Jisung, not questioning why he couldn't get knotted for a month. But he knows it's been taxing, and he knows Jisung is a sex fiend, if the past month is anything to go by. Unable to go even a day without whining for Minho's fingers or tongue. "Alpha's gonna make it up to you."

He slides his hand back down, cupping Jisung's pussy through his boxers. Unsurprisingly, he's already soaked through the fabric, hot and sticky where Minho's hand makes contact. The tiniest pressure on Jisung's clit has his back twitching into an arch, pushing himself into Minho's hand.

"Off, hyungie, take them off," Jisung whines, his own hands reaching down to begin shoving the clothing off. Minho thinks he hears something tear as he tugs the boxers down his legs, and tosses them on the floor, landing behind him with an incredulous slap.

The scent of milk and honey amplifies tenfold, slick seeping into his sheets, staining the soft fabric with his desperation. Jisung tugs Minho back down on top of him, kissing him feverishly, like he's going to die if he doesn't have Minho's lips pressed against his.

Minho moans as his cock makes contact with Jisung's pussy for the first time in a month, euphoria washing over him in a body shivering wave. He can't help but grip the base of his cock, rubbing his drooling tip through Jisung's folds. The omega shudders at the contact, a moan getting caught in his throat as he chokes on his saliva. The sound that ends up leaving his mouth is pitiful, a little noise that has Minho's cock throbbing all over again.

He can already feel it, he's not going to last long.

Minho is a livewire energy and need running hot through his veins. He needs his cock inside Jisung now. Then, he remembers what Jisung said. Something about sitting on Minho's knot until he cries. That's what Minho heard, at least.

He grips Jisung's tiny waist in both of his hands, then flips them over, the omega now sitting right on top of his hard cock. "Hyung?" Jisung whines, head tilting and hands resting on his chest.

Minho grins wolfishly at him, making sure Jisung can see his sharp canines. "I've been doing all the work for the past month, baby. C'mon, be good. Sit on my knot like you said you would, hm?"

Jisung lets out another little whine, but he complies, gripping the base of Minho's cock to press his tip against his folds. Slick drips out from his pussy, sliding down Minho's cock, making the glide inside easy. He sinks down in one fluid movement, body hunching over in pleasure as he finally, finally is filled to the brim.

"Hnng, Minho, alpha," he moans, the syllables drawn out and desperate, like the only thoughts in his head are Minho and the way his cock is filling him. His hips grind forward, a pathetic excuse for riding, thighs already trembling.

He places one hand on Minho's chest, the other coming to rest over Minho's hand, guiding it to rest on his waist. Slowly, he works up a sultry, rhythmic flow of moving his hips forward and back, mouth hanging open as moans spill out.

Minho's eyes are glued to where his cock disappears inside of the omega, watching as he does his best to raise himself not even an inch before dropping back down. Fuck, he could be sitting there and Minho would probably cum and pop a knot just from looking at him. He feels fucking insane, and his rut isn't even for another month.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," Minho moans, chest heaving as he tries to focus on his breathing and not the way Jisung's pussy is clenching around his cock. He doesn't know how he held himself back from this for an entire month, all he knows is he never wants to go without it ever again.

"Hyung, missed— ah, missed your cock so much, s'big," Jisung babbles, tears in his eyes fighting to not fall down his cheeks. Crying just from how much he missed Minho's cock, from how good it feels. God, Minho needs to mate him and keep him forever. Maybe a drastic thought to have after only knowing him for a month.

His movements are sloppy as he tries to keep his rhythm, hips jerking forward more than grinding, pathetic and uncoordinated. He shakes his head back and forth, lips pressing together in a thin line. "Can't— Alpha, can't anymore."

"Ah, baby, you didn't even make me cum yet," Minho chides, thrusting his hips upwards meanly. Jisung doubles over, bracing his hands on Minho's shoulders as he attempts to hold himself up. He's trembling, pussy clenching around Minho's cock tightly, like he's seconds away from cumming.

And Minho? He's faring the same, if not worse. The base of his cock has been throbbing with the beginning of a knot since Jisung sat on his lap. He forgot how fucking good it felt to be wrapped up in the sweet, velvety walls of the omega that smells like citrus and honey.

Minho wants to get him pregnant.

"Please, alpha, need your help," he whines again, louder this time, more debauched and pitiful. He's taking Minho's cock like a champ, he can't help but have pity on the poor omega he's been depriving from true pleasure.

Planting his feet on the bed, he grasps Jisung's waist in his hands harshly, and thrusts upward. Jisung cries out, tears finally running down his cheeks in earnest. Minho keeps his pace brutal, pistoning his hips up into the tight heat of his beautiful omega.

Hazelnut and lemon honey swirl in the air, an intoxicating merge of pheromones, thick and mixing in a heady concoction. The sound of the slick movement of Minho's cock going in and out of Jisung's pussy fills the room; filthy and obscene as it travels to his ears.

"Nngh, alpha, m'close," Jisung gasps, and Minho knows he's telling the truth. In the past month, he has grown very acquainted with how Jisung sounds when he's about to cum. His voice gets all high-pitched and airy, begging for the release he wants so badly. And now, his voice is the same, moans choked off and an octave higher than his speaking voice.

"Me too baby, fuck, m'gonna fill you up. Pup you and keep you forever. You want it?"

Jisung nods immediately, more big crocodile tears slipping out of his eyes. "Please, please, alpha. Wan'it."

Minho's hips stutter upwards, and before he knows it, he's cumming harder than he ever has in his entire life. The base of his cock is fully swollen, his fat knot pushing against Jisung's pussy. With one more harsh thrust, it slips into Jisung's pussy, locking his cock and his cum inside. Minho's body is on fire, the orgasm wracking through all of his muscles, all of his limbs tingling in tandem.

Jisung's entire being is shaking as his orgasm approaches, his fingers pinching his puffy, throbbing clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in frantic little circles. He's so fucking close, all Minho has to do is grind his hips up a few more times before the omega is crying into his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders as he cums. "That's it," Minho says, encouraging as he watches the omega come undone. "Cum for alpha."

Minho runs his hand up and down his back as Jisung sobs, hips still twitching forward, overstimulating them both. "Easy shh, easy baby," he whispers, words soothing and soft. Jisung nuzzles his nose into Minho's scent gland, sucking in lungfuls of Minho's thick, heady scent to calm himself down.

After a minute, he sits back up to look at Minho. His mouth is still parted, chest heaving with the effort of keeping air in his lungs. "I can't fucking believe I let you deprive me of this for a month. I hate you."

Minho grins, just as breathless as Jisung is. "No, you don't."

"Right now, I do." Jisung huffs, weakly shoving at Minho's chest. But his lips are quirked upwards, a hint of a smile breaking through. "I'll forgive you if you knot me ten more times. No— twenty!"

"I can do that, baby."

🪢 🪢 🪢

ALPHAZ 🐺🔥💪

Changbin

it has literally been 14 hours

should we like

do a wellness check?

Jeongin

and walk in on Minho hyung knotting Jisung

for the 40th time?

no thank you

Chan

yeah man

i think he's fine

Minho

Good Morning

Chan

speak of the devil…

Changbin

so…

Minho

i win

[image]

Jeongin

MINHO HYUNG

TMI

DELETE

Chan

????

is that you giving Jisung backshots

Minho

yup

Changbin

oh god

Jeongin

i need to bleach my eyes

i did not ever intend to find out what

your dick looks like hyung

Minho

what is my prize

Chan

lol we never even agreed on one

what do u want

Minho

pay for me and Jisung's dates for a month

Chan

u realize we are broke

Minho

should have won then

i could send all the porn me and Jisung are going to make

Jeongin

nope.

Changbin will pay

Changbin

what the hell man

"Hyuuuung." Jisung whines, voice loud through the walls, travelling all the way to the kitchen where Minho is getting water. "Get back in bed and knot me again."

So demanding. Minho's dick feels like it's about to fall off, but he smiles anyway, and makes his way back to his room.

"I'm coming, jagiya."