hello m' sweet friends! sorri for taking so long >__< m' fell sick T^T buh issoki cuz cuz uhhmm—aso!! started working neow :D call m' uhmm mob psycho cuz i live double lives neow as a student nd littowl worker bee ( buzz buzz!! ^.^) merrie xmas 2 you, m' loveliest friends <3 m' gonna write mor' nd aso!! work on another new fic lik a separate one teehee ; ૮₍ ' u '₎ა wiring dis set mai face on fireee again eeek... pls!! did you lik dis? m' hope wif m' whole heart ->♡ dat you did!! muah muah 🩷

# nsfw! dubcon/ non-con, mind break!!

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" You'll make it up to Sir, won't you? " Minho's authoritative voice made the funny feeling in Jisung's tummy return, fluttering like an entire monarchy of butterflies.

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The smaller one gives a small shaky nod, light pants leaving his parted lips that were glossy with spit when they were caught under the fluorescent office lights.
" Puppy's leaking again? You're all drippy, aren't you?" Minho tuts, condescending and demeaning at the same time. The younger releases a meek mewl, eyes wide and sparkly with his lips curved into a precious pout- akin to a hurt and dejected little puppy. Everything is syrupy sweet, there is no hurry for time seems to pass so slowly, it seems to breathe in the Daisy-dotted curtains. The younger looks up at the older pitifully, parting his lips before closing them again, struggling to formulate anything possibly coherent. His brows are furrowed in concentration and he paws Minho's thighs pathetically. Jisung is 100% certain that if he were to have puppy ears now, they would be droopy.

" Ah. Sir's so silly,hm? " The older purrs, scratching behind Jisung's ears lightly. The gentleness surprises Minho himself. The younger keens and cocks his head to the side in confusion, he giggles cutely and Minho thinks he's unreal. It feels like moonlight streaming past a locked cathedral, him pressing against Jisung, his words falling over him like stars. Yes. Yes, I do. I believe that your mouth is my heaven.

" Sir must've forgotten how fucking stupid of a puppy you are. " He muses to himself. " So fucking braindead, fucking empty-headed cockhungry puppydoll." Minho sounds so certain of himself, so confident, ever so clever and Jisung believes every single word he says, he clings onto each and every syllable with despair. 

The younger weakly mewls, a string of " P-Please... hhhhffgnnh—S-Sir... ngh-" leaving his parted lips.  He feels his puppy parts tingling as more slick slides out of his puffy puppy hole. Jisung places a trembling hand between his special parts, trying to still the canting of his hips. Jisung is trying so hard to be obedient, to be good, but his delicate bodice cannot be tamed. The younger had his pretty boba eyes crossed as he tried his best to concentrate, to make that funny, tingly feeling in his puppy parts go away. He clenches around nothing, his slick-coated flower glistened under the soft glow of the lights. Jisung gasps wetly like he hadn't expected it ( he really didn't! >_< )  and whines high in his throat- a broken plea for Minho to help him. So cute, what a dumb little thing. " Awwh, what are you up to, pup? " Faux sympathy drips off his words like venom-flavoured icing onto a freshly baked donut.

It takes more than a few seconds for Minho's honey-like voice to register in Jisung's cotton candied brain. He trembles when the older man presses the tip of his boot against Jisung's leaking heat again, basking his pretty whines. He hiccups wetly and rests his head on Minho's thigh. The office light makes it look as if Minho's head was surrounded by a crown of soft glow, a halo, a crown. It was erotic, the obvious contrast—the ventriloquist and his puppet, the master and his pet.

The alpha couldn't control himself anymore. Like a ravenous wolf, his flesh was all he craved. There was such a deep-rooted, inbred desire to ingest the younger. He feels himself grow impossibly hard and the obvious outline of his cock strained against the cotton of his briefs. He locked eyes with a very wide-eyed Jisung, cheeks glowing impossibly red with an overwhelmed expression on his face. Jisung's breathing was staggered, eyes blown impossibly wide. How can someone be so innocent? For heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.

The puppy-like boy scoots himself closer to Minho,  tongue lolling out as he panted. His hands unconsciously curled into tiny paws that he held in front of his chest like a curious little mutt. " Hhh...D-Does Sir hav' a flower lik' puppy? " Jisung's words are slurred and his sentences are stuttered. Cute. The smaller male whines high in his throat, something akin to panic and he quickly adds, " M' think Sir's always special even if... n-nwo flower! "

Fuck, fuck,fuck. I am was absolutely fucked. He really is my special boy, my special little puppy. The older male lets out a groan that could only be described as guttural. Minho has thrown his head back and rested it against the back of the sofa couch. His eyes are half-lidded and dark with lust. The look in his eyes could only be described as pure primal, predator-like. He feels a stab from how hungry he was, he wants to eat him whole. I can't control myself anymore, please don't blame me when I hurt you. Don't leave me when you know how much of an animal I am, how much I want to feed on you. 

( I have ruined you with my want, haven't I)?

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" Sir doesn't have a pretty flower like you, puppy. '' Minho's deep, husky voice was paired with the sound of him unzipping his pants. The older one didn't take it off all the way, just undid the zipper to free his aching dick that springs out once freed from the confines of his briefs. He was hard, so painfully hard." Sir has a cock. " The older hisses quietly when the cool air hits his sensitive member, the tip red and angry with raw and carnal want, glossy with precum that dripped down his thick, veiny cock.
" Hhhh— Aaahnnffghh...S-Sir's swo p-pretty... " The younger whimpered, staring at what he now knows is to be a 'cock'. His pupils are dilated to the sizes of saucers and the tips of his ears are painted red, cheeks decorated with a shade akin to pomegranate juice on a white cotton tee.

" You think Sir's pretty? That's so cute, what an adorable little mutt you are. " The older man seems to punctuate every sentence with a mixture of his lustful gaze and his fingers that thread their way through Jisung's hair before tugging harshly on his locks. Minho was rewarded with a soft, shy and needy whimper. " Aren't you? Yes you are, oh, yes you are~" Minho speaks to Jisung like he's the little puppy you see in pink doggy prams, the tiny puppies that peek their head out from their owner's Louis Vuton handbag. The younger loves it when Minho talks down to him, talks to him like he'll always be below him,under his boot— like he was truly nothing but a braindead puppy who's only good at pleasing Sir. Jisung presses a small kiss to Minho's hand. He hopes Minho understands that it means ' thank you'.

Jisung doesn't tear his eyes away from Minho's erect cock, slick dripping down his doll-like thighs and coating them again. " Hhhhhnggffhhh, a-ahnnghhh— ah-ah, m' puppy p-parts hwurts! " Jisung warbles out, sounding absolutely broken. The way Minho likes him. Broken. The younger is all shaky with jittery nerves, begging to devote himself. Inside his blood and bone, the network of tendonsThe older man thinks about Jisung tracing the green veins on his cock but decides that his mouth would be better. He doesn't say anything. Minho grants himself permission to let a fond chuckle escape his parted lips. He strokes himself lazily, pumping his length up and down by gathering the precum that drips from his tip, coating his shaft.
" Fuck. Puppy is all drippy from Sir's cock? "  Minho exhales and his words practically breathe life into Jisung's skin. The older's eyes are hazy with lustful desires brimming, swimming in his dark brown orbs as he watches the small twitches to Jisung's petite body, his cute little puppywhore hole that was all drooly with his sweet cotton-candy scented slick. He watches as Jisung clenches around nothing as more of his wetness leaks out of him like a poor little pup.

( I want to belong to you).

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" P-Puppy t-trynna b-be good— I-Is puppy g-good? S-Sir—Sir, Hhhhnnnnggffhh... p-puppy wan' be g-good b-boy. " He babbles and he feels as if everything has turned foggy. Sir wants words, he'll be happie! But m' just stupid puppy... too dumb for words, tell me I'm good, tell me I'm good, tell me how good I am for you, please! He chants like a mantra embedded on the back of his eyelids, the need to be good, to be wanted. And then it struck him like lightning to the tip of his spine, awakening the carnage in his bones and he's summer raw, he's bled out completely.

Jisung doesn't even know what he wants. He needs Minho to tell him, to turn him into whatever he wants him to be. Minho has ruined him.

" F-Fuck, stupid little puppy— W-Wanna ruin you so bad. " Minho's breathing was hinting at becoming laboured, fisting his cock with new found vigor. The sinfully wet sound of his precum against his length, his lust-ridded husky moans and the deep, woody scent of his pheromones sent Jisung toppling over the edge. The older feels a pit of fire raging against his chest, like a bitter and sour flavoured punch was delivered to his gut. It was the taste of want.  So pathetic, isn't it so? How badly you want to be wanted. How badly you want to be good. Minho can hear Jisung thinking, can practically taste the sweet yearning of his thoughts, the slight metallic tang of desire akin to an open wound. He wants it all. But, Minho decides to play cruel, he wants to hear Jisung's soft 'please' as he sinks his teeth into his heart. He still wants to feast for he cannot fight off that primal hunger that plagues his being- the alpha in him that cannot be sedated. " You wanna be good? Hah—" The taller male teases, letting out a light airy chuckle when the younger cowered before him like prey. When his ears pick up on the word ' good ', Jisung eagerly nods his head. Eager. For no one has ever had such a keen capacity to heighten physical sensation in him, to make him feel like he's not an empty vessel but someone with flesh, capable of feeling. Jisung blurs himself into him. Minho collects the beads of precum that's spurted from his tip, coating his index and middle finger with the sticky substance. Minho stretches out his hand and Jisung wets his plump lips and scoots closer to Minho while being on his knees. It's a little silly, but he's Sir's dumb little puppy, so it's different, that makes it okay.

The younger one laps gently at his fingers as he's been trained to do, cutely suckling on them as if they were the sweetest nectar of the softest peonies and he's a little tiny bee. The older lets a condescending " tsk" echo through the room, making Jisung halt his actions. Minho withdraws the digits from Jisung's mouth ( to his disappointment ( ;' - ';) ) and he meanly smears the saliva-coated digits into Jisung's puffy cheeks as if Jisung was really that pathetic, as if he was really just a puppytoy for Sir. " Mm... Sir doesn't know... " He pretends to be deep in thought, crossing his arm before him. Minho seems so well kept together and demanding, coercive even while Jisung's in a melty mess of his own disoriented limbs. " Are you sure you can be a good boy when you've been nothing but a filthy little omega? Showing your puppy hole to your new assistant? That's so, so, dirty, Jisung-ah. " He has to physically bite down his blooming smirk when he catches Jisung's eyes, a mortified expression on his face and yet he still oops impossibly adorable. Didn't Sir say it was okay? That I'm not weird, I'm not dirty! His heart clenches painfully and constricts in a way he could only describe as fingers clamouring against each other, in a feverish frenzy, leaving his estranged heart to bleed out its last fight.

Minho continues to stroke himself, deep, dark moans escaping his parted lips that were now the shade of cherry red. " Not saying anything? Fucking brainless thing. Mm.. Bet you'll spread your little legs for any alpha—Oh. I know you will, Sir can smell your slick. " The older male sounded so sure of himself that Jisung didn't know what to think. Not like he ever needed to anyways. He wants Minho to think for him.

( Tell me what to think, what to feel. Tell me what's wrong and what's right and I'll believe you, even if I'm a stupid lamb and you're the butcher leading me to a slaughterhouse).

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" What if Sir lets the entire company know what a brainless little omega you are? That they're working for a stupid little puppyslut? " The older male continued, cursing under his breath as more beads of precum dribbled down his shaft. Mark him, mark him, knot him, knot him, give him your knot, knock Hannie up. His inner alpha seemed to roar at him. But he knew it wasn't right. He needed to take his time with him. He wants to be tender with him, wants to know him like the insides of a splintered blade, he wants Jisung to depollute him and not someone who would dilute him so he was easier to love. Someone who understood the imprints of his teeth on their chest, the back of his heavy hands as they collided with flesh and the tendrils of his heart. Jisung was more than patient enough for all that.

Jisung drools dumbly at his words, the whole world is coming apart in pixels. Minho is the tide of seawater, gently caressing Jisung, the sandy shore. He stares with great, electrified intensity. " N-Nwo—" Jisung's cutely slurred speech was met with the back of Minho's hand, gritting out against his cheek. He could feel the stinging pain that the cool silver ring on Minho's finger left on his cheek. He wants it welted onto his skin, he wants to be marked and branded by him. The pain blossoms like the opening of petals against his heated cheeks. He's so dazed.

Jisung pants breathlessly with desperate uh uh uh noises, when his vision turns white, eyes crossing and his pinkish tongue lolling past his plush lips. His puppy parts dripping pathetically with slick, it was merciless. Jisung feels like a high schooler, wrapping his hands around his shins or lying down on his tummie as he draws hearts around Minho's photograph, using a specific shade of a crimson inked felt tip pen. He remembers how his best friend Felix, had written Chan's name all over his notebooks and the pair are happily dating now. Maybe Jisung would arm himself with his favourite Hello Kitty Pen ( ૮꒰⑅>﹏<⑅ ꒱ა he's pretty convinced that it has magical powers cuz lixi gave it a kiss before! ) and write Minho's name a thousand billion gazillion times. He wants to immortalise Minho, wants him to be forever gilded in gold.

" Oh? Puppy came just from being hit? "

(For my soul is nothing if not obsessive).

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All that was clouding his dissolved mind was the dreamy promise of love, everything seemed tangible, unforgivingly good when it was in Minho's palms. In his palms, held worlds,planets and galaxies that he's not yet explored. The air between them seemed to have a pulse of its own, everything was dizzying. The younger's body gives a shaky jerk, he practically convulses.

The older dots the tip of Jisung's button nose with his precum, followed by smearing his arousal over Jisung's cheeks, marking him as his. The smaller's cotton Candy pheromones were now mixed with the musky, dark scent of Minho's mahogany and his arousal. He sees a silver of Jisung'a honey toned neck and he  wants to sink his teeth into the younger's skin, feel his canines break the thin layer of flesh and draw blood that would soon stain his cuspids. He wants it all.

Mate.

He guides Jisung to his cock by tugging harshly on his hair, earning the jerky motion of his hips canting forward and a broken whimper. " Hhhh, S-Sir— " He takes an experimental kitten lick at Minho's tip, the salty taste tingles his tastebuds and sets him on fire. His small mouth couldn't even fit Minho's entire length, his cherry coloured lips being stretched pathetically and yet his mouth was full from just the tip. Fuck, you're so small, so small Oh my fucking God. He whines uselessly at Minho, trying his best to sink his mouth lower onto his length but a he was only rewarded with his own choked whimper from his futile attempts.

Minho groans when Jisung licks around his cockhead, he has his head thrown back as deep, raspy moans were elicited from his parted lips. Minho is heavy on his tongue. A soft chuckle is his only response to Jisung's cutely crossed eyes, his cherry tinted lips from how hard he's been gnawing on his bottom lip. " Puppy always wants something in his mouth. " That was all Minho said as he plunged inside, filling the puppy boy to the brim with his hard length. He doesn't wait for Jisung to say anything, he knows he wants it.

He does,he knows it, he should want it, he must want it, he will want it, he has to want it, he must want it he, must want him, he must need it, need him.

He thinks Minho feels like the first book he's ever swallowed. A whiny mewl leaves his throat as he trembles, just from him sliding in. " Hhhhhhnnnffgghhh, S-Sir—Hhhhh, m' gwoofd? " His words came out funny as a result of his mouth being full of Minho's thick cock.  every aspect of him consumes his being from the inside out. Minho holds onto his slightly overgrown hair, now at the length where they could be styled into cute little pigtails.
The younger male rubs the tip of Minho's cockhead against the inner cheek of his mouth, stuffed full with Minho's dick. Jisung stares at Minho with puppy doll eyes- blown wide and darkened. He peeks up at him past his thick eyelashes, a heavy blush coating his cheeks, ears and even his knees from how he's been kneeling on the textured carpeted floor. The younger is all teary eyed, warbling out tiny little whimpers and mewls. He doesn't pull off even if black dots start to decorate his vision, for the fingers in his hair keep him in his rightful place. Under his Sir, below his owner. " Hnnnghhhh! A-Ahnnghh... " The younger could only whimper as his throat constricts painfully around Minho's length, warming his cock.
" Fuck. Fucking Hell, Sungie. You're so good, good boy. What a good, good puppy.  " He draws out some of his words, Minho losing his composure bit by bit. He feels like a block of clay, steady and unfleeting, simply existential. But Jisung carves at his resolve, chips at him with nothing but his skin and bones, his lovingly warm fingertips that mould and mould. He turns him into something beautiful, akin to a marble sculpture, like Jisung was a Michelangelo and he was his Pieta
̇Jisung could feel how Minho was trying to control himself, trying to imprison his alpha instincts. He could feel it through the tensing of his thighs whenever Jisung let out a meek little whimper, the way he gripped Jisung's hair so hard his knuckles turnt white.  He wants to watch himself drown if that means Minho could float. " W-Wan' Sir— u-use p-puppy. Wan' Sir play— play r-rough wif doggy. " Jisung begs, his voice soft and airy. He could nearly hear himself over how hard his heart was pounding. He's a keening mess. Jisung's words tasted like biting into a ripe peach.
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There's just a very small crack at first, so small you'll have to peer really closely to even see it. But then, Minho's brows are furrowed, scrunched up. His breathing is more laboured as he watches Jisung's body tremble, the little twitches sends him straight into the gutter. " Shit. Sweet— Sweet