here, kitty kitty

🐿️🐰 explicit, 1.9k

𑄝 kitty hybrid minho
𑄝 canon compliant
𑄝 blow job
𑄝 tsundere minho
𑄝 brat tamer jisung

happy birthday to crystalchalices, my beanie baby nyang! my partner in various dead dove crimes!🖤

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/77648586

#minsung #nsfwstay #minslickfic

#minsung #nsfwstay #somnhofic

🐰🐿️ jisung is a cheerleader - openly gay, and being bullied by campus athletes who never suffer the consequences of their actions.

minho is the school counselor.
toned arms, thick thighs. old sports trophies on his shelf.
jisung should hate him.

he should.

#minsung #nsfwstay #somnhofic

🐰🐿️ minho skipped too many classes and now he doesn't have the credit he needs to graduate. he's forced to take a fifth year and play catch up.

enter jisung: young, eccentric, and painfully pretty art teacher.

suddenly, minho can't remember what it means to stay away.

+ his other hand pops the buttons on his slacks.

"don't worry, jisungie."

his voice is airy. his fingers tighten in jisung's hair, tugging his head closer, guiding him. helping him, like always.

"hyung will talk you through it, hm? step by step."

+ "tell me what to do, hyung. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦."

determination shines through the tears in jisung's eyes.

minho smiles fondly. he strokes his hand over jsng's cheek, slides it up into his hair. it settles there, gripping a fistful - gently. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦. +

+ "but i.. i don't know what to do." jisung's bottom lip trembles, so afraid of disappointing minho further. "what did- what do i do?"

jisung inhales, trying to control his stuttering, to summon some confidence. he wants to show minho he means it. he needs to be 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 for him. +

+ jisung pleads.

"it was my fault, i should fix it. but-"

"but what, sung?" minho hums, encouraging jisung to continue.

he's so forgiving, jisung did something wrong and he's still being so tender, still trusting him to make it right. he deserves to have that kindness returned to him, tenfold. +

+ minho's other hand, the one still holding jisung's jaw, loosens its grip. his thumb glides over jisung's pouted lips.

"shhh shh, it's okay jisungie, you can fix it. do you want to? make it right?"

jisung nods eagerly, eyes wide as saucers.

"y-yes, please hyung! i should, shouldn't i?" +

+ "that?" his lids are heavy when he locks eyes with jisung. threatening. calculating. "that's your fault."

"min- what? is something wrong? did i do something wrong? i'm so sorry minho! i-"

jisung is panicking but he's not even sure what for, he has no idea what's going on. +

+ "what was that, sung-ah?" he asks, tilting his head.

"i-" jisung's voice is raspy. he clears his throat. "-i said what's that?" he nods his head, gesturing at minho's crotch.

minho follows his gaze, smirking like he knows something jisung doesn't - and he probably does. minho is so clever. +

+ he tries to speak, but minho's fingers leave no room for it. his throat convulses and he gags harder than the first time, spluttering and heaving, wheezing for breath.

minho finally withdraws his fingers and pats jisung's squishy, tear stained cheek. his touch is slick with spit, and cold. +

+ "hmm, seems fine to me jisungie," he mumbles, eyes fixed on jisung's slack mouth - but he doesn't stop.

jisung's gaze snaps down, feeling nervous all of sudden, and that's when he catches sight of a rather prominent bulge in minho's slacks. +

+ jisung's tummy feels funny, it's swirling and tensing - he thinks maybe he ate too much candy after all.

but he waits patiently, blinking up at minho and letting his tears slip freely, as minho's insistent fingers probe his pliant mouth.

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺.

jisung can't help but notice. +

+ he doesn't expect minho to bring his other hand to his mouth and slide two fingers past his lips, pressing down on his tongue.

jisung gags a little and his eyes start to water, but minho coos and shushes him, reassures him that he's being so good. gosh, minho is so understanding and supportive! +

+ now that jisung thinks about it though, all this candy is surely bad for his teeth? he says as much to minho, who promptly grips jisung's jaw between his fingers and squeezes at the hinges, prying it open to peer inside.

jisung just lets him. minho is so caring and helpful. +

+ he's accidentally sucked minho's fingers more than once today, but minho doesn't seem to mind.

he's so kind and patient, putting up with jisung's clumsiness. he still pushes another sweet past jisung's lips, rewarding him for every correct answer. +

#minsung #nsfwstay #somnhofic

🐰🐿️corruption kink

sweet virgin christian jisung who's never touched a cock before, not even his own. the neighbor's son minho agreed to tutor him, but he keeps calling jisung "distracting" - whatever that means.

he keeps hand feeding jisung candy. +

(@minslick.bsky.social is writing a fic inspired by this idea, please look forward to it 🩷)

+ minho thumbs jisung's hole, abusing it until it's puffy and sore, and swirls his tongue around his cute little toes, sucking them into his mouth.

jisung is so pretty when he squirms, whines, begs.

𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

so confused, so overwhelmed.

𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.

he needs minho's tongue where it hurts.

#minsung #nsfwstay #somnhofic #minslickfic

🐰🐿️ collab with @minslick.bsky.social

jisung is commando under his soaked little shorts. minho can see 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 as he kneads and pulls his cheeks apart, spanks him until he's sobbing (the wet material makes it hurt more). jisung's toes curl.

𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. +

+ or passed, depending on how you look at it. played right into minho's demonic little hands.

minho speaks before jisung can drag his eyes away from the sinfully high seam of his shorts, his voice smoother than silk, yet commanding. expectant.

final.

"hyung's turn to watch, now."

+ when minho shifts his hips down the couch, spreads wider, and jisung's treacherous eyes drop back down to his thighs - where those stupid fucking shorts are riding up again. he swallows his words before they make it to his mouth.

fuck. he's onto him. that was a test and jisung failed. +

+ cock still painfully hard, still marinating in layers of precum, still trapped beneath two layers of clothing and one soiled pillow, and now the weight of minho's gaze.

jisung scrambles for a lifeline, a distraction. opens his mouth about to redirect minho's focus- +

+ "hyung's finished reading, jisung-ah."

minho sounds fond, gentle in a way he only ever is with jisung, but there's something woven in the fabric of his tone that jisung can't pinpoint. that, paired with his sudden undivided attention, makes jisung all too aware of his own state. +

+ jisung tries to respond with something witty and deflective, but ends up just opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

minho throws him for an even bigger loop when he sets his book down on the coffee table, gaze unwavering, and folds his arms across his chest.

"hyung, what are y-" +

"not worked up?" minho interjects, head tilting in a way that always makes jisung feel small. voice lilting but still buttery smooth, dripping condescension.

his eyes bore into jisung like he knows too much, like he sees through everything. "or.. not worked up over silk moths?" +

+ "silk moths," he muses, pausing for a beat. "that's why you're so worked up?"

he finally looks up, expression unreadable, and jisung feels like a deer caught in headlights. he does the only thing he can think to do.

lie.

"ha—what are you talking about? hyung, i'm not-" +

+ his body feels like a livewire, teetering on the cusp of being caught. he's dancing with death—death by self-incrimination.

jisung's cock twitches at that, and even he knows that's pathetic.

minho speaks again, and his words turn jisung's world on it's head. +

+ his body halts in its tracks but his brain kicks into overdrive, blindsided by a question he 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 the answer to, but cannot summon for the life of him. what is- 𝘸𝘢𝘴 he watching? something about moths..

"—uh, silk moths, documentary," he blurts out, rushed and unsteady. +

+ he doesn't expect minho to speak again, to give a delayed response to a question that jisung himself already can't recall the details of.

"it's called The Psychology of Shame," minho mumbles, eyes still glued to the page. "what're you watching?"

jisung stalls.+