𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐑? 𝐈'𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐔𝐏!

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ part 4

Jisung shyly stripped himself off his bunnie panties, suspending himself on his tiny fawn-like legs. His little flower was smaller than most omegas, flushed prettily in an innocent shade of pink. His special parts are on display for Minho's eyes to feast on, glistening with his juices under the soft lights. His slick-coated thighs were trembling, looking at Minho with wide, glassed over eyes.

" Is puppy special? " Jisung asked, his voice sweet and soft, tittering over the edge of a whisper. He was surprised that Minho didn't need to strain to hear his meek little words. Minho had hung the stars, he was sure. It was a simple and virtuous question, and yet it held the weight of the world. He needs Minho to call him a good pup, say that he's the specialest puppy in the world, if that word even exists... ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა ՞ˎˊ˗

Minho's soft smile was like liquid sunshine, making Jisung's mind glow like a milky pearl. His touches carry traces of lavender, mourning beneath his tongue. Jisung looked everywhere but Minho's eyes, fearful of the truth. He studied Minho's violet skin, lapis-veined arms. Never-flowered fingers curl inwards like insects, holding the smaller ever so softly.  Lavender is snuggly held between each of his vertebrate, everything is full of Minho.

" Mm, Puppy is so special, so lovely and good for me. "

𐂯

" Hhh...H-Help m' p-please, Sir... puppy doesn't know h-how... " Jisung whimpered, swallowing his words wetly as he pawed Minho's thighs,  looking up at the elder with glossy eyes, dazed with the moonlight illuminating from Minho's face. " P-please, p-please Sir, puppy n-need... needs Sir... " The alpha was a splintered divinity, staring at Jisung with crystal eyes like gin, preternaturally handsome. Jisung drooled dumbly with his mind numb, plagued with want as slick spilled from his cute puppy boy hole.

" Shh, shh, Sir will make it all better, gonna make pretty little pup feel good.  '' Minho reassured, placing his warm and wide palms over Jisung's narrow frame, manhandling the omega with ease onto his leather boot. " Doesn't that feel good, sweet pup? " Minho asked, a string of ' awwhs ' spilled from his lips when Jisung clenched his fingers into small fists, trying his best to think through the newfound sensation. The contact of Jisung's exposed special parts against the smoothness of Minho's shoe was delicious. The younger's back arches in the iconic S-shape, his tiny body shaking with fervour as the oversized blouse only served to drape his impossibly tiny frame further, making him appear extremely petite and delicate. Like a little doll, Minho thought.

" Look at how drippy your pretty little flower is, Sung-ah. " Minho purred, watching as his tiny hole clenched around nothing. Jisung carries stardust in his veins, his blood is hot as it rushes to his ears, blood and static fills them before Minho's firm and sweet words rupture all of his thoughts, seeping out of his mind. Comets dance across his cheeks as he places two unsure hands onto Minho's calves, his insides are trembly. He feels feverish. " Wha—Hnngh... ah, ah, ah! " The omega squeals, startled when Minho presses him down firmly onto his leather boot, earning himself more slick dripping down his flower. 

" P-puppy's gonna d-die, eeek! M' body... too h-hot... " Jisung blabbered, the motors in his mind were operating at an excruciating slow pace today. He feels his mind breaking away, chipping away under Minho's skillful hands who touched him like he was something holy. His panic ridden orbs searching across the expanse of Minho's face, searching for an answer as to why and how he was feeling this way.

" Shhh, shhh, you won't, baby. Sir promised to take care of you. "

𐂯

" Fuck yourself on my shoe, like a dumb little mutt. "
Minho's voice was deep, shaking him violently to his very core. The addictive mix of the alpha's pheromones Wanting Minho was like wanting to snap your ankles, to hear that delicious snap, to disconnect from each ligament. The danger is addictive and so was the way he loved. Minho was always riddled with such confidence it made his heart hurt and his tummie burn. The older shifted his boot such that the omega's clit directly touched it.