UP ALL NIGHT

★ rush

Their favorite way to ride out each other's heats and/or ruts is to have filthiest, mind-blowing sex like the world is going to end tomorrow.

(Dedicated to whoever requested they'd like to see Minho eating Jisung's slick like a 5-Star™ meal.)

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explicit sexual content included
cw: a/b/o, mating cycles, rough sex, breeding kink, established relationship

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"H-hah, you ha-have to hurry, my tummy feels like it's about to explode," Jisung whines immensely loud into the heated atmosphere of his room. He's drowning in his own scent of linen lavender, phone glued to his sticky cheek as he fucks himself sloppy and wet with three fingers.

All he knows is happening is that he's in the middle of a full-blown heat and he's desperate to tend to the burning and aching in his stomach. The best way to do it for him is to strip himself fully naked to contribute to his half-assed nest, then finger-fuck himself full of his short fingers until he could get something better.

'Something better' curses on the other line, lots of shuffling being heard in the background as the familiar chime of the car bell ringing sounds faintly. "Shit, baby, I'll come as fast as I can. Traffic's going to be a bitch."

Jisunh wails, ass clenching around what useless digits he has buried in him. "Fuck, I'm going to come before you even get here. Hurry."

A hurried okay is mumbled into his ear. Jisung squeezes his eyes shut momentarily and moans as he barely grazes his prostate. He rocks back and forth on his fingers in a poor attempt to even soothe himself.

"I think I can get around the busy streets. I'm almost there— are you okay?"

"Why do you even have fucking work today, dammnit, Minho," Jisung cries, turning around messily to flop onto his stomach and muffle his noises. He listens to his boyfriend's countless apologies as he raises his ass and fucks himself again.

"Babe, I swear— if I would've known your heat was coming today, I would've taken the day off."

"It was written on the calendar, idiot," Jisung sniffles, whimpering when a wave of excruciating cramps tugs at his insides. "Hurry or I'm locking you out and I'm coming on my knotted dildo."

"Jisung," Minho practically whines from the other line. "You wouldn't, baby."

"You know damn well I would."

"Swear, I'm about to pull up," Minho explains slowly, though the roughness in his voice showcases his shared impatience. "Then, I'll make it up to you by fucking you nice and rough. Just how you like it, yeah?"

Jisung groans, legs closing in on themselves at the thought.

"I'll make you come on my knot as many times as you want. Does that sound good?"

"Just stop talking and- and hurry on getting here," he grits his teeth.

Minho has the audacity to let out a laugh into the call. Really, he can't believe him sometimes. Jisung still doesn't know how this perfect man still manages to baffle him.