[Drabble]
Title: Effulgence
Pairing: Jongin/fem!Minseok
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2k
Warnings: abo, female minseok, pegging, face sitting
Summary: Sometimes Jongin just needs a little reassurance.
Minseon’s wearing a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and one of Jongin’s old t-shirts, her hair pulled back into a ponytail that’s half fallen out. Jongin’s heart flutters at the sight and he eagerly leans down to press a kiss on her pink lips when she makes her way over to him. She hums against his mouth, lingering before teetering back. He’s just gotten home and Jongin knows she’s not a fan of how many scents cling to him after a shift, covering both his own natural omega sweetness along with her more dominant alpha scent.
But there’s nothing to do about it.
Jongin’s learned to shower when he gets home, no matter the time of day. It’s not all for Minseon’s sake; he never feels comfortable with the smell of strangers clinging to his skin. It’s just a plus that Minseon takes it as a challenge to cover Jongin in her scent after his showers.
He’s tired; it’s only mid-afternoon, but he’s been up since sunrise, serving food to customers with a smile on his face no matter how rude they were. Usually Jongin is only seen as a non-entity, the go-between from arriving to getting their food on the table. He doesn’t mind so much when he’s ignored. It’s the people who double take and think it’s alright to grab because he’s an omega that gets to him.
Jongin stands under the spray after he’s washed, letting the heat from the water draw the tension from his shoulders. He wants more; he wants to put his college degree to use, but omegas have limits on where they can work and Jongin’s had more doors shut in his face than he wants to count. It’s frustrating even if he knew beforehand that finding something outside of customer service was unlikely.
Minseon is waiting for him when he steps out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. She’s lost her pants and her dark hair now falls over her shoulders. She’s sitting cross-legged in the middle of their bed, leaning back on her palms and watching as Jongin moves toward her. He doesn’t need to say anything for her to know he needs her right now. And she’s always so accommodating, so indulgent in what Jongin needs that he falls a little more in love with her each day.
She pats the space in front of her, beckoning Jongin onto the mattress. He drops his towel along the way, settling on his knees in front of her. Minseon peers up at Jongin with a fond smile, her delicate hands running up the insides of his bare thighs. Jongin sucks in a deep breath, teeth sinking into the swell of his lower lip as she lifts enough to get to his dick. She kisses the tip, flicking her tongue teasingly over the crown with a mischievous grin.
Jongin adores her.
Minseon sucks Jongin’s soft cock into her mouth, her tongue pressing flat underneath to add friction. Jongin nearly tips forward, resting a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. It doesn’t take much for him to harden and Minseon still takes him all the way to the base. He’s not long, but he doesn’t have to be, and Minseon’s never had reason to complain.
Her hands never stop exploring, one of them now trailing over his ass. Jongin lets his knees slide apart on the blanket, a soft whine dying in his throat as Minseon ventures further. The tips of her fingers slip along the cleft and come away wet. Minseon pulls off Jongin’s cock with a pop, fingers loose around his length to slowly stroke.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” she croons.
Jongin thinks about spreading Minseon beneath him, feeling the way her body clenches around him and how ethereal she looks when she falls apart for him, calling out his name and whispering breathless I love yous against his skin. Today, though . . . today was rough and Jongin wants to be taken care of, to give in to his omega nature and let Minseon remind him that he’s more than just a waiter at a stupidly overpriced restaurant. Jongin needs reassurance.
Minseon is more than capable of giving that to him and she’s gentle, yet firm in her commands when she positions Jongin on his elbows and knees, ass presented in the air for her. He used to feel too exposed, but now he’s comfortable, eagerly waiting for Minseon to give him what he needs.
Jongin watches as Minseon pulls out her well-used strap-on, shimmying out of her underwear before she puts it on. Jongin whimpers softly at the pleasure that rushes over her features when the vibrator on the inside slides into her. Minseon keeps her eyes fixated on Jongin, half-lidded and dark as she adjusts the harness. The dildo that’s attached to the front is larger than Jongin’s dick, meant to be closer to the size of an alpha. It’s purple and glittery and they’d picked it out together.
Minseon sheds her shirt, tossing it aside on her way back to the bed. Jongin loses sight of her, but he’s comforted by the dip of the mattress behind him. Her hands rest on his cheeks, pulling them apart to nudge the head of the toy against his rim. Jongin inhales sharply, hips jerking back a little from the stimulation. He’s sensitive and that little bit of pressure already has him reeling.
“Minseon,” he moans quietly, fingers twisting in the blanket.
“I’m here,” she whispers, her hands moving to rest on his hips. She pushes forward and the toy stretches him open without resistance.
Jongin’s upper body falls onto the bed, groaning as the dildo sinks all the way inside him. He can feel the faint vibrations from the vibrator inside Minseon and it only heightens the pleasure. His spine dips downward, his ass higher in the air for her to take. And she does. Minseon keeps a possessive, bruising grip on his hips, rocking him as she thrusts. She begins with long strokes that have Jongin clenching around the toy in fear that it’s going to slip out of him. But it never does; Minseon pushes forward before it can, filling him again and again.
She goes faster and Jongin’s mouth goes slack, breathless moans muffled in the blanket beneath him. His mind goes fuzzy, then blank as Minseon erases every horrible thing that happened to him today and replaces it with her touch, her voice, her scent, her presence all over him. Jongin’s toes curl and his cock throbs, precome dripping from the tip and onto the bedspread.
Minseon slows to a stop, resting her palms on the sides of Jongin’s ass. “Want you to ride me,” she instructs, pulling away until Jongin’s left empty.
Jongin raises to his knees and watches as Minseon sits in front of him, her back to the headboard. The dildo stands tall, shining from his slick and Jongin eagerly climbs onto Minseon’s lap. She holds the toy still, letting Jongin take all the time he wants before sinking down on it. She doesn’t have to wait long.
Jongin sits, taking the toy to the hilt and staying there, appreciating the fullness it brings. Minseon brushes the damp strands of ash pink hair from Jongin’s forehead, fingers caressing over his cheeks and to his jaw. She draws him down for a kiss, tongue sliding between his lips; she tastes like Jongin and he moans into her mouth, slowly rocking on her lap now. Jongin cups his palm over Minseon’s breast, squeezing lightly before brushing his thumb over her nipple.
Minseon moans softly, head tipping back and hands dropping to Jongin’s thighs. She lets Jongin control the pace. He raises to his knees and drops, bracing a hand on the headboard for support. Jongin fucks himself on Minseon’s dildo, his cock bouncing against her stomach and moans mixing with his. This is what Jongin needed; he needed his alpha to reduce him to nothing and build him back up.
There’s a pink flush spreading along Minseon’s skin, beginning along her cheeks and running down her neck and chest. Her hair sticks to the sides of her face and her lips are bitten, swollen and wet. Jongin wants to taste them again, so he does. Minseon tangles fingers in Jongin’s hair, fisting her hand until it stings and Jongin only bounces faster. Everything feels amazing, liberating.
Here and now, there’s only Minseon and Jongin, and together they’re perfect. Jongin lets Minseon take control, snapping her hips up as she brings him down, her alpha strength moving Jongin easily. He fucking adores it, adores her. It’s enough for his cock to pulse, the pressure mounting so high that the first wave of his orgasm has him screaming. He trembles, muscles locking tight and the air caught in his lungs as he comes between them.
Minseon doesn’t let up until Jongin is spent, listing toward her to breathe her in. Her scent only calms him further and he whines when she takes him by the waist and pushes him back. Jongin doesn’t want to be away from her, whimpering as the dildo slides out of him. He lays on the bed with tingling fingers as Minseon deftly removes the harness. She’s on her knees between his legs, and Jongin can make out the soft trembles that run through her when she slowly pulls the vibrator out. It’s slick and Jongin’s mouth waters when he thinks about how it must taste, about how Minseon tastes.
He came, but she didn’t.
Jongin holds out his arms, fingers catching on Minseon’s thighs to bring her forward. She crawls over him, bracketing his head with her knees. This close, Jongin can smell her arousal and he breathes it in, lets it take him over. Minseon is soft and warm, waiting for Jongin’s permission before she lowers herself over his face.
Jongin gets his arms around her thighs, bringing her down so he can lap at her, drag his tongue through her swollen folds and swallow her down. Minseon cries out his name, leaning back with her hands on Jongin’s chest to steady herself. Jongin slides his tongue inside her and she rocks on it, eager and wet and hot. Releasing one of her thighs, Jongin pushes his thumb to her clit to rub in circles.
Jongin revels in Minseon, moaning as he eats her out just the way she loves. He knows when she’s about to come and he holds her tight, feels her stiffen around him, shaking and panting as it takes her over. Jongin licks it all up, catching what he can in his mouth before she’s slumping. Minseon slides to the side, sprawling out on their bed.
Jongin rolls to his side, pushing his face to her chest. Her boobs are perfect pillows and she maneuvers so he can rest his head on them comfortably. “Thank you,” he murmurs, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Minseon’s fingers comb through Jongin’s hair, lulling him to sleep. It’s too early in the day to go to bed, but naps are always a plus. It’s the weekend, so Minseon doesn’t have anywhere to be either.
“I feel like ordering chicken for dinner,” Minseon says. It’s her way of reminding Jongin - again - that there’s never a need to thank her for taking care of him. She’s told him time and time again that she loves taking care of him when he wants it and she loves when Jongin takes care of her too. So she purposefully ignores his thanks and reminds Jongin that there’s beer in the refrigerator and they should veg out on the couch all night, watching b-rated sci-fi movies.
“I love you,” is the answer Jongin gives her.
Minseon laughs. “I love you too.”
Pairing: Jongin/fem!Minseok
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2k
Warnings: abo, female minseok, pegging, face sitting
Summary: Sometimes Jongin just needs a little reassurance.
Minseon’s wearing a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and one of Jongin’s old t-shirts, her hair pulled back into a ponytail that’s half fallen out. Jongin’s heart flutters at the sight and he eagerly leans down to press a kiss on her pink lips when she makes her way over to him. She hums against his mouth, lingering before teetering back. He’s just gotten home and Jongin knows she’s not a fan of how many scents cling to him after a shift, covering both his own natural omega sweetness along with her more dominant alpha scent.
But there’s nothing to do about it.
Jongin’s learned to shower when he gets home, no matter the time of day. It’s not all for Minseon’s sake; he never feels comfortable with the smell of strangers clinging to his skin. It’s just a plus that Minseon takes it as a challenge to cover Jongin in her scent after his showers.
He’s tired; it’s only mid-afternoon, but he’s been up since sunrise, serving food to customers with a smile on his face no matter how rude they were. Usually Jongin is only seen as a non-entity, the go-between from arriving to getting their food on the table. He doesn’t mind so much when he’s ignored. It’s the people who double take and think it’s alright to grab because he’s an omega that gets to him.
Jongin stands under the spray after he’s washed, letting the heat from the water draw the tension from his shoulders. He wants more; he wants to put his college degree to use, but omegas have limits on where they can work and Jongin’s had more doors shut in his face than he wants to count. It’s frustrating even if he knew beforehand that finding something outside of customer service was unlikely.
Minseon is waiting for him when he steps out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. She’s lost her pants and her dark hair now falls over her shoulders. She’s sitting cross-legged in the middle of their bed, leaning back on her palms and watching as Jongin moves toward her. He doesn’t need to say anything for her to know he needs her right now. And she’s always so accommodating, so indulgent in what Jongin needs that he falls a little more in love with her each day.
She pats the space in front of her, beckoning Jongin onto the mattress. He drops his towel along the way, settling on his knees in front of her. Minseon peers up at Jongin with a fond smile, her delicate hands running up the insides of his bare thighs. Jongin sucks in a deep breath, teeth sinking into the swell of his lower lip as she lifts enough to get to his dick. She kisses the tip, flicking her tongue teasingly over the crown with a mischievous grin.
Jongin adores her.
Minseon sucks Jongin’s soft cock into her mouth, her tongue pressing flat underneath to add friction. Jongin nearly tips forward, resting a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. It doesn’t take much for him to harden and Minseon still takes him all the way to the base. He’s not long, but he doesn’t have to be, and Minseon’s never had reason to complain.
Her hands never stop exploring, one of them now trailing over his ass. Jongin lets his knees slide apart on the blanket, a soft whine dying in his throat as Minseon ventures further. The tips of her fingers slip along the cleft and come away wet. Minseon pulls off Jongin’s cock with a pop, fingers loose around his length to slowly stroke.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” she croons.
Jongin thinks about spreading Minseon beneath him, feeling the way her body clenches around him and how ethereal she looks when she falls apart for him, calling out his name and whispering breathless I love yous against his skin. Today, though . . . today was rough and Jongin wants to be taken care of, to give in to his omega nature and let Minseon remind him that he’s more than just a waiter at a stupidly overpriced restaurant. Jongin needs reassurance.
Minseon is more than capable of giving that to him and she’s gentle, yet firm in her commands when she positions Jongin on his elbows and knees, ass presented in the air for her. He used to feel too exposed, but now he’s comfortable, eagerly waiting for Minseon to give him what he needs.
Jongin watches as Minseon pulls out her well-used strap-on, shimmying out of her underwear before she puts it on. Jongin whimpers softly at the pleasure that rushes over her features when the vibrator on the inside slides into her. Minseon keeps her eyes fixated on Jongin, half-lidded and dark as she adjusts the harness. The dildo that’s attached to the front is larger than Jongin’s dick, meant to be closer to the size of an alpha. It’s purple and glittery and they’d picked it out together.
Minseon sheds her shirt, tossing it aside on her way back to the bed. Jongin loses sight of her, but he’s comforted by the dip of the mattress behind him. Her hands rest on his cheeks, pulling them apart to nudge the head of the toy against his rim. Jongin inhales sharply, hips jerking back a little from the stimulation. He’s sensitive and that little bit of pressure already has him reeling.
“Minseon,” he moans quietly, fingers twisting in the blanket.
“I’m here,” she whispers, her hands moving to rest on his hips. She pushes forward and the toy stretches him open without resistance.
Jongin’s upper body falls onto the bed, groaning as the dildo sinks all the way inside him. He can feel the faint vibrations from the vibrator inside Minseon and it only heightens the pleasure. His spine dips downward, his ass higher in the air for her to take. And she does. Minseon keeps a possessive, bruising grip on his hips, rocking him as she thrusts. She begins with long strokes that have Jongin clenching around the toy in fear that it’s going to slip out of him. But it never does; Minseon pushes forward before it can, filling him again and again.
She goes faster and Jongin’s mouth goes slack, breathless moans muffled in the blanket beneath him. His mind goes fuzzy, then blank as Minseon erases every horrible thing that happened to him today and replaces it with her touch, her voice, her scent, her presence all over him. Jongin’s toes curl and his cock throbs, precome dripping from the tip and onto the bedspread.
Minseon slows to a stop, resting her palms on the sides of Jongin’s ass. “Want you to ride me,” she instructs, pulling away until Jongin’s left empty.
Jongin raises to his knees and watches as Minseon sits in front of him, her back to the headboard. The dildo stands tall, shining from his slick and Jongin eagerly climbs onto Minseon’s lap. She holds the toy still, letting Jongin take all the time he wants before sinking down on it. She doesn’t have to wait long.
Jongin sits, taking the toy to the hilt and staying there, appreciating the fullness it brings. Minseon brushes the damp strands of ash pink hair from Jongin’s forehead, fingers caressing over his cheeks and to his jaw. She draws him down for a kiss, tongue sliding between his lips; she tastes like Jongin and he moans into her mouth, slowly rocking on her lap now. Jongin cups his palm over Minseon’s breast, squeezing lightly before brushing his thumb over her nipple.
Minseon moans softly, head tipping back and hands dropping to Jongin’s thighs. She lets Jongin control the pace. He raises to his knees and drops, bracing a hand on the headboard for support. Jongin fucks himself on Minseon’s dildo, his cock bouncing against her stomach and moans mixing with his. This is what Jongin needed; he needed his alpha to reduce him to nothing and build him back up.
There’s a pink flush spreading along Minseon’s skin, beginning along her cheeks and running down her neck and chest. Her hair sticks to the sides of her face and her lips are bitten, swollen and wet. Jongin wants to taste them again, so he does. Minseon tangles fingers in Jongin’s hair, fisting her hand until it stings and Jongin only bounces faster. Everything feels amazing, liberating.
Here and now, there’s only Minseon and Jongin, and together they’re perfect. Jongin lets Minseon take control, snapping her hips up as she brings him down, her alpha strength moving Jongin easily. He fucking adores it, adores her. It’s enough for his cock to pulse, the pressure mounting so high that the first wave of his orgasm has him screaming. He trembles, muscles locking tight and the air caught in his lungs as he comes between them.
Minseon doesn’t let up until Jongin is spent, listing toward her to breathe her in. Her scent only calms him further and he whines when she takes him by the waist and pushes him back. Jongin doesn’t want to be away from her, whimpering as the dildo slides out of him. He lays on the bed with tingling fingers as Minseon deftly removes the harness. She’s on her knees between his legs, and Jongin can make out the soft trembles that run through her when she slowly pulls the vibrator out. It’s slick and Jongin’s mouth waters when he thinks about how it must taste, about how Minseon tastes.
He came, but she didn’t.
Jongin holds out his arms, fingers catching on Minseon’s thighs to bring her forward. She crawls over him, bracketing his head with her knees. This close, Jongin can smell her arousal and he breathes it in, lets it take him over. Minseon is soft and warm, waiting for Jongin’s permission before she lowers herself over his face.
Jongin gets his arms around her thighs, bringing her down so he can lap at her, drag his tongue through her swollen folds and swallow her down. Minseon cries out his name, leaning back with her hands on Jongin’s chest to steady herself. Jongin slides his tongue inside her and she rocks on it, eager and wet and hot. Releasing one of her thighs, Jongin pushes his thumb to her clit to rub in circles.
Jongin revels in Minseon, moaning as he eats her out just the way she loves. He knows when she’s about to come and he holds her tight, feels her stiffen around him, shaking and panting as it takes her over. Jongin licks it all up, catching what he can in his mouth before she’s slumping. Minseon slides to the side, sprawling out on their bed.
Jongin rolls to his side, pushing his face to her chest. Her boobs are perfect pillows and she maneuvers so he can rest his head on them comfortably. “Thank you,” he murmurs, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Minseon’s fingers comb through Jongin’s hair, lulling him to sleep. It’s too early in the day to go to bed, but naps are always a plus. It’s the weekend, so Minseon doesn’t have anywhere to be either.
“I feel like ordering chicken for dinner,” Minseon says. It’s her way of reminding Jongin - again - that there’s never a need to thank her for taking care of him. She’s told him time and time again that she loves taking care of him when he wants it and she loves when Jongin takes care of her too. So she purposefully ignores his thanks and reminds Jongin that there’s beer in the refrigerator and they should veg out on the couch all night, watching b-rated sci-fi movies.
“I love you,” is the answer Jongin gives her.
Minseon laughs. “I love you too.”