Bottom Jilix Oneshots

Minho x Jisung - My Oh My (2)

He woke up to the smell of fainted sex and mint bed-sheets. Opening his eyes, he saw Lee Minho laying beside him, or, under him.

He had been asleep on the older's naked chest, his naked legs swallowed between the other's. His face flushed as he realized who it was for the second time. The room was dim and dark, it was still night, or, early morning actually.

Lee Minho.

He had fucked Lee Minho. Or, Lee Minho had fucked him.

He bit down a squeal and closed his eyes again: listening to the steady heartbeat of the older. Minho wasn't awake yet and he wondered why he had woken up first, he was, after all, the one who was knocked shitless.

He went back to sleep. About five hours later, he woke up to Minho's hard dick poking his thighs. He looked behind him, the other was wide awake, his reddish blonde hair standing out against the mint sheets, and rolled his hips behind him.

Minho didn't say anything, just reached a hand down and pulled his thighs apart, positioning his dick in between them. He gasped as the older started to fuck his thighs, making him moan really loudly with his morning growl.

"Such a- slut." Minho said through grunts, obviously close. "So fucking hot."

The older released between his thighs with a low moan, his own dick hard from it. Minho reached forward and plainly jerked him off, obviously too tired to do anything amusing at the moment.

He still moaned and rolled his hips at the feeling, biting down on his lip. It had reminded him of how sore his ass actually was. Finally, he released himself with a jut of his body, whimpering.

"Good morning." He whispered in a whimper, shaky from his high.

"Morning," the older's grumpy reply stated.

He passed out for about another three hours before he awoke to the sounds of rustling. His eyes scanned the room quickly, spotting Minho naked, wet and dripping, crouched by his drawers.

He closed his eyes shut, tight.

Minho noticed as soon as he turned around. The blondish red head had blue jeans and a red shirt in his hands, boxers along with it, Smirking, he changed right there, watching as Jisung struggled to keep his eye closed.

Whether the younger knew it or not, he was fully naked and not under the covers, his ass on full display. Minho wasn't complaining, who in their right mind would if Han Jisung was naked on their bed, ass in the air?

Chuckling, he finished getting dressed and headed downstairs, his wet hair still dripping. He grabbed a pan and the carton of eggs, taking Crisco Butter and putting a spoonful in the pan, setting the stove top burner on medium (so the flames fit inside the pan).

Grabbing a cup, he cracked six eggs in it and took a fork to them: stirring it until it was all liquid-like, and taking a hold of the pan to get the inside all smeared and buttery before he poured the cup into it.

He turned around his tiny, square kitchen, and grabbed a spatula to cook the scrambled eggs. He added two shakes of salt and about ten of the pepper before he spent less than a minute stirring, splitting, and flipping the newly scrambled eggs.

He turned off the stove and made two plates, grabbing pepper to out on top of his own and two cups, he poured steaming coffee in them, one with lot of sugar, one without.

(not me writing exactly how I make my soft scrambled eggs)

Jisung came down in a pair of his own, too big black boxers and an over sized shirt by the time he had just put away his freshly clean and dry dishes, the food still hot. It was one of Minho's black and white striped shirts he used to wear, it's curved hem reaching the younger's knees.