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“…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.
or: Minho is dragged into the ordeal of No Knot November right after meeting the only omega who has ever made him pop a knot.
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Jisung lies on his side, his legs tangled with Minho’s, the sheet kicked down to their waists. Minho is spooned up behind him, chest to his back, one arm draped around his waist. His cock is buried deep inside Jisung—thick, hot, hard—not moving, just resting there like it belongs, held in place by the gentle grip of Jisung’s body. They fit together perfectly.
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Or: Minho and Jisung spend an evening after work lazily cock warming
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“Big stretch,” Chan warns, and Minho watches as Jisung’s jaw slowly drops as he pushes inside.
“Fuck…” Jisung moans, his voice low. His back arches as Chan presses in further, and his hands fist at the covers as he looks to Minho. “Hyung— ‘s big…!”
“I know,” Chan cuts in, but his tone is soothing. His right hand reappears, coming up to grab Jisung’s hip and using the leverage to slowly pull Jisung back onto him. “You’re doing so good, you know that? Minho must’ve fucked you good before I came, huh?”
With Chan’s hips now pressed flushed against his ass, Jisung moans. “Yeah—!”
Imagining his own loads of cum helping ease the way for Chan’s cock has Minho shuddering, and heat fills his stomach once again.
This time, Minho can’t keep up with Jisung’s heat. Luckily, they have Chan.
(Prompts: Cuckolding, Heat/Rut Sex, Rough Sex)
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- Part 7 of Kinktober 2025
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“We are all animals, dressed up in our finery. Hoping the silk and brocade and the manners will keep our primal instincts at bay. That somehow it will leash the beast inside us. Don't you feel it?”
The Duke had been awakening the beast inside of him since they met. The hot, almost angry surge of desire inside him. To press close to Minho's body, to feel his hands and lips upon him. The beat of it pulsed within him, hot and heady.
The salty smell of humid skin and something else lying below. If he pulled off Minho's cravat would he be able to smell him? The real him. The scent of the alpha beast that lived inside his handsome body. Under the silk and skin.
His unpresented nose was too weak to pick up such things, but if he pressed close? As close as their clothes and flesh would allow. If he placed his nose right on the warm spot between the Duke's neck and shoulder, would he be able to smell it then? Perhaps using his tongue could help. If he could taste it–
Or: Unpresented Jisung returns to town for the summer and goes into a snap presentation heat at a public ball, while dancing with Duke Minho Lee.
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Jisung is insecure about the way he orgasms. Minho could not give less of a fuck.
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“It’s okay, you’re safe now, you made it out.”
They had made it out. It certainly didn’t feel that way. Jisung’s whole body was still shaking, feeling as if it was tearing itself apart at the seams, and Felix was trying his best to try and make himself as small as possible. Jisung instinctively moved in front of Felix, to block him from view, even as his body trembled in fear.
Nothing felt safe anymore. Not after that.
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“Want me to knot you?”
Jisung freezes.
Reboots. He forgets everything that was on his mind: grades, thesis paper, finals, everything.
He still hasn't forgotten the first time Minho suggested this. Still thinks it's a fever dream he conjured up even though he woke up the next morning with Minho curled up beside him with the alpha's cum leaking out.
But they never spoke about it. Went about life like it's normal to knot and be knotted by your best friend and it did feel normal.
Jisung just thought it would never happen again.
“Yes please.”
Jisung doesn't know why he doesn't shy away or say no or laugh like it's a big joke and then continue eating.
The thought of Minho's knot being stuffed inside him again is the only thing racking his brain now.
Minho smiles and reaches over to tickle the underside of Jisung's chin, “Good boy. So polite.”
Knot-sitting between friends is completely normal. So what if Jisung harbors feelings for his alpha best friend? Doesn't mean he can't sit on his knot for pure platonic reasons. Right?
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The second Minho’s fingers graze his nipples, his rhythm stutters—just for a second—before he catches himself, biting his lip.
“Ah, don’t,” Jisung whines, hips jerking forward despite his words, chasing friction. “You know they’re sensitive.”
Minho only smiles—slow, smug, all teeth. All innocent. “Don’t what?” he murmurs, voice dark with delight. His fingers trace lazy circles over Jisung’s puffy nipples, then flick sharply, making Jisung jolt. “You started the teasing, baby. You don’t get to whine about it now.”
OR: Jisung is pregnant and Minho is obsessed.
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“I’m trans, just thought you should know in case… Y’know.” The words seemed to take all the air out of his lungs, forcing him to trail off.
Minho blinked rapidly down at Jisung, confused.
“Okay?” He flexed his fingers over Jisung’s hip. “So, do you want to come back to my place?”
It was Jisung’s turn to blink, his eyes as wide as the moon.
“Um… I have a pussy?” Jisung whispered it like a secret. “Aren’t you gay?”
“I just heard you have three holes instead of the two I assumed you had. I definitely don’t mind. Just tell me what to call you, and say you’ll come back with me.”Or: Jisung pulls Minho with his tboy swag and they speedrun falling in love.
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Half an hour in, Jisung’s nose picks up the aromas lingering around the room again. Minho's scent envelops all of his senses, eases the pain in his lower back and the headache pounding at the front of his brain. When he looks at Minho again, the patches on his neck are still plastered over his skin, but he’s missing the one on his right wrist.
Comfort wraps around him and settles in the lining of his muscles, the tissue of his bones. He’s so drowsy, Jisung feels like drifting off and curling around himself to hopefully catch up on his missing hours of sleep, but he has to work, he has to talk with Minho and–
“Sleep, Jisungie. I’ll work on this, okay? It’s my field. You rest for a bit.”
or; Jisung can't sleep. But then he pairs up with Minho for a school project, and his whole world shifts around him.
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Jisung swings a little to the music but most of his focus is on the people. After a while he catches sight of sensually swaying hips. He sees thick thighs in black leather pants and gulps when he imagines what her legs would look like without them on. Only smooth skin stretched over hard earned muscle.
Then he looks at her face and freezes when he sees that it isn’t a girl at all. It’s a guy.
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Han Jisung is a self proclaimed straight dude who decides to try something new, only to end up a little more obsessed with a certain Lee Minho than he thought he'd be.
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“Sungie,” Minho murmured, voice hoarse, raw with restraint hanging on by a thread. “You taste—” He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly, but not pulling away. Not this time. Instead, he inhaled deeply, letting the scent consume him, his lips lingering just a little longer against Jisung’s skin. “I don’t know how to stop.”
Jisung let out a breathy sob, his fingers clutching tighter, his voice nothing but a whisper now. “Don’t stop.”
Minho’s resolve crumbled, and for the first time, he didn’t try to put the pieces back together. He let himself sink into the warmth, into the need, into Jisung.
And he didn’t stop.------
Minho had always been good at keeping things in order—his space, his thoughts, his control. But then Jisung messed with all three, and now he was stuck trying to convince himself it wasn’t already too late.
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Reaching out, Minho lets his fingertips skim down Jisung’s side. He feels the subtle flinch of muscle under his touch, the way Jisung tucks himself away but doesn’t fully pull back, as though caught between instinct and surrender. It’s in these small, fleeting moments that Minho feels his heart clench—realizing all over again just how much he loves him. He would burn the world down for Jisung, an easy fleeting thing.
"Knock it off, hyung," Jisung snaps, but there’s no real bite to his words. Minho smiles, shifting to wrap a loose arm around his waist from behind, his chin resting comfortably over Jisung’s shoulder. When Jisung’s arm folds over his, Minho feels the quiet certainty settle deep within him—nothing will ever come between them. They are halves of the same soul, as Theodopy once described, tied together by the invisible red string of Chinese legend, the embodiment of every soulmate trajectory he’s ever heard.
Jisung is his, as much as he is Jisung’s.