Outwardly, Minho is pouting, but a significant piece of his brain is reveling in the attention and praise - in the reminder that his mate will always love him, always want him. He's sure Jisungie can tell, too; never one for regulating his scent too heavily, the room is now flooded with a heavy blanket of not just him but them, spiced orange and deep woody vanilla and the heady alcoholic notes of whiskey that only surface as both of them fall into the instinctual headspace of their respective cycles. "That's it, jagi. Just relax, hmm? Fuck, you're perfect. Look at you, all pretty pink and- you're already so wet for me, you know that? I can see it, right there." Jisung traces a gentle finger along Minho's pussy, touching only enough to make Minho keen, gathering his slick and dragging it up the length of his cock. "Sometimes I just- I can't believe I get to have you like this." Minho lets out a breathy laugh, canting his hips towards Jisung's mouth. "Then have me, alpha."

oh it’s properly Wednesday now huh look at that. remember how I said I’m in the middle of writing heat

#wipwednesday #tadwips #nsfwstay

welcome to “I am in the middle of writing minho’s heat”

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Jisung wakes him the next morning with a kiss and a wrinkle of his nose. "Forgot how sweet you smell in a proper preheat, hyung." He yawns, turning on to his front to stretch. "Is it bad?" "No, just different. Caught me off guard. Get yourself comfortable, hey? I'm gonna go shower." Minho's close, he can tell - he gets up and tries to get dressed only to rotate through three outfits before giving up and curling back up in the nest with nothing, too warm and too sensitive to tolerate even his sweatpants. Even then, the nest doesn't feel quite right. He dismantles it - remakes it - pulls it apart again - Jisung stops him in the middle of checking whether one of his washable blankets is properly clean. "Darling, hey. Do I need to stay home today?"

late #wipwednesday for the timeline - I am a slow writer but by gods I am Writing

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It takes another moment for the shaking to calm down, Minho's hand passing gently through Jisung's hair as he waits for it to subside. "Jagi... I told you it might be hard. I know it's easy to get your hopes up, but..." "Minho." Jisung's eyes are wide and wet, but his gaze is bright, and he's... smiling. "Minho-ya, we did it. You did it." Minho finally looks down at the test. The little digital display is dark, but the word is clear. Pregnant

iiiiiit’s WEDNESDAY YAY

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Jisung scents him slowly but firmly, taking his time as his lips press into the divots of Minho's mating bite. He brings his hand up to cup the other side of Minho's head, nudges his wrist into the hollow behind his jaw, then pulls back with a gentle kiss. Minho watches his face as he pauses. It's not as though Jisung never asks to scent him - as clingy as he can be, sometimes he leaves the house with more of Minho's deep vanilla-and-citrus on him than his own scent - but usually he doesn't bother voicing the request, tossing himself down next to Minho on the couch or the bed and simply pressing himself close. If he asks out loud, it's usually due to a bad day, but... Jisung's voice jolts him out of his musings. "Hyung... I think you should try a test."

oh it’s #wipwednesday again hey time for me to share a snippet without feeling bad for spoiling the whole thing :3

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// allusions to fertility difficulties and miscarriage

FUCKING FINE I’LL START THE DOC

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Chan wanders the beach regularly, in the small hours like this. Often unable to sleep on land, he spends his time gazing over the water. Waiting for the next call from his ship, the next time he'll be able to return to the sea and sleep with one of his greatest loves rocking him into peacefulness. He has a few places he keeps watch at. A high cliff, near the lighthouse, watching the docks across the bay begin to stir to life with the early fishers' preparations; a long sandbar, grey and blue and white stretching out to the horizon that he crosses so often; and perhaps his favorite, a secluded cove where he sees nothing except the tidal pools and sand of shallow water, and he can spend some time truly alone. Except this time, he isn't.

#wipwednesday finally. still working on this but it Will Get Done

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fuck it, it’s #wipweds in most timezones and I don’t care anymore

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Minho laughs, nearly surprised. “Well. Wasn’t sure for a minute there, but if I concentrate I sure can manage it.” He pushes the remains of the fruit off of himself, scooping the bits back into the larger pieces that still remain, and makes a face. “Told you it would be messy, jagi. Ugh, all sticky.” Jisung shuffles forward, in a bit of a daze, and he drops his phone on the counter, and he wants. “I said I’d clean up.” “It’s going to be a hell of a job, with the splash radius. We can both do it-“ “Hyung.” Jisung’s voice is thick in his throat. Minho looks up at him. “Can I clean up? Can I clean you up, jagi?” He drops to his knees, uncaring of the liquid pooling around him, and reaches forward with a hand that is surprisingly steady for the swirl of visceral heat in his gut to scoop some more deep pink pulp off of the crease of Minho’s hip with his index finger.

happy #wipweds we’re back to the watermelon fic. nearly done I think

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iiiiiit’s Wednesday my dudes

thanks to audrey for this one but also @minbinn.bsky.social and @bunsinspace.bsky.social for encouraging me. this is your fault /pos

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Ah, shit. Now he’s gone and made Jisung worry. “No, jagiya, I… It was really nice, I promise. It wasn’t about you.” “Then… what was it about?” Oops. Minho opens his mouth, works his jaw around the space where words should be. His eyes drop to his plate again. Nothing comes to mind- or too many things do, pushing at the back of his throat, tripping over each other until the pile of words is too big to allow entry. “…you okay, Minho-hyung?” His mouth snaps shut. “I… think so. I just. I don’t think. There’s. I don’t know.” Jisung lays his chopsticks down, reaching over the table towards Minho. “Don’t know, or just can’t say it? Or can’t say it to me?” Minho returns the gesture, twining his finger’s with Jisung’s and tapping his thumb on the jut of his wrist. “First two, I think.”

oh hey it’s wednesday where I am

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“Hyung, we’re gross.” The bubble bursts. “Yah, Han Jisung, speak for yourself. And anyway, you were the one who decided to start shit on the couch. Out of reach of our supplies.” Jisung is still tucked into his chest, so he feels the quiet chuckle echo through his own ribs and ignite the warmth that only responds to his boyfriend. “Blaming me now, when you were the one that got all needy about it? Bold move.” “It’s your cum that’s making the mess. I was neat about it.” “You just don’t want to get up,” Jisung huffs petulantly, but despite his words he smiles and swings himself off of Minho’s lap. “Big baby. I’ll be right back.” But as Jisung disappears down the hallway, taking the afterglow with him, Minho’s willful disregard can’t carry him any further. What the FUCK was that?

oh hey it’s wednesday again, time for another look at this Thing That Has Gripped My Brain

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It started - well, not innocently, exactly. But certainly not where it ended. On vacation, finally giving themselves a break, Minho and Jisung stop thinking quite so much. Let themselves sleep in, cook nice breakfasts instead of grabbing an iced americano on the way to the company, laze around the apartment with the cats whenever possible. Minho cuts his gym visits down from two a day to one. Jisung works from his home studio most days. It’s easy, like this, especially in the heat of late summer, to lose track of themselves.

oh that’s right it’s #wipwednesday

please enjoy the opening of something utterly depraved my brain is refusing to let go of, so it is going down on paper so I can finish other things

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“Any ideas, Peter?” the professor’s voice drifts up from the front of the room. Jisung’s head whips back towards the board and he stammers as he tries to figure out where in the lecture he tuned out. Minho’s little huff of amusement beside him nearly makes him lose the thread again.

sometimes I think I’m cute

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9am classes should go to hell, honestly. Jisung isn’t sure what had possessed him to take the class, except for the fact that maybe Environmental Science dovetailed nicely into his usual interests. The credit was necessary, and this worked, so why not? “Why not” is the amount of money he’s spent on iced americanos this semester. “Why not” is the fact that he still has insomnia, so he’s often awake working on tracks or lyrics until early in the morning anyway. “Why not” is, mostly, fuck mornings in general. The other “why not” is currently flicking little paper balls into his hair from his left - Jisung already threw a halfhearted glare in his direction, but there’s not much that can stop Minho Lee once he gets going. He may be Jisung’s best friend, his soulmate, his other half - well, there’s no “but” there, really. He is, everyone who knows them knows it. It just means they should probably learn to separate themselves in classes if they want to get anything done. Another paper scrap bounces off Jisung’s cheek and he sighs, flicking it back across the gap between his and Minho’s seats.

good morning it’s #wipwednesday

I have been writing and rewriting this opener to my bingo fic for weeks and I think I’ve finally got it somewhere I like it

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A screenshot of Google docs. Text: Okay. Checklist time. Makeup done, hair drying, appropriately slimed- Ah, shit, he’d left his shirt in the bathroom. Oops. Jisung ducks back out into the hall and wanders towards the bathroom door, humming the topline he’d been working on and cupping his chest absentmindedly. It wasn’t bad, he decides, it was just missing something. Maybe when Chan managed to book the studio again they could come up with- He runs face first into Minho’s chest as he turns the corner. (Well, he would have if he were a little shorter. It certainly feels like he did. As it is, his chin hooks over Minho’s shoulder and their chests press together and oh god. Oh FUCK.) He can’t tell whether his knees give out or whether he just bounces too hard off of Minho’s solidity. Either way, Jisung is now on the floor, staring up at Minho. Who wasn’t supposed to be here yet. No one was supposed to be here yet. His ribcage squeezes around his lungs. “Felix asked me to be here early. I made snacks.” Minho’s brow furrows the slightest bit. “Sorry… for scaring you?”

A screenshot of Google Docs. Text: No good now. Jisung’s motion to get back on his feet rolls together with a rapid need to get his arms in front of his chest and he finds himself just another couple of feet back in the hall, curled up over his knees, breathing coming quickly. “Don’t- don’t look. Please.” “Bug. You’re having a panic attack. Did something-” “DON’T LOOK! Just,” Jisung pants, holding back a sob, “just turn- around. Please, Minho.” The world holds, frozen, for another half second. Then Minho gives him a tiny nod and turns around, crossing his arms. Jisung can see the way his shoulders pull to his ears, the tension across his back. Then the need to be invisible reasserts itself and, with a whimper, Jisung half-scrambles to his feet to dash back into his room and slam the door. He sinks to the floor again, back against the door jamb, trying desperately not to cry. He had been shirtless. In front of Minho. Minho had seen. What now?

NOW I have something I’m happy enough with, time for wipwednesday

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