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Minho strolls down the aisle of the grocery store, Jisung walking just behind him. They’re doing regular shopping to fill Minho’s apartment. But Minho let Jisung know he could get anything he wanted for himself.
He struggles a bit to concentrate on his shopping, thinking about the relationship. It’s odd how many times Jisung has attempted to propose to Minho. Even more odd that Minho likes having someone so in love with him. They’ve been together for what..a year? And the two are already planning their dream wedding. Of course, they also know that’s far in the future.
Minho hasn’t even bought a ring yet. Though he has started looking.
He finds nothing here and quickly rounds to the next. His eyes scan a shelf filled with jams and jellies, side eyeing Jisung as he rushes forward. Jisung grabs a jar and throws it into the cart.
“Um. I think I’m gonna sit in the car.” Jisung blushes, not letting Minho respond before practically sprinting away.
Minho just sighs and looks in the cart to see what Jisung wanted so badly. Or more so, what Jisung wants to add to his bedroom kitchen.
A jar of peanut butter.
Well, he can’t say he’s surprised. At least it’s not crunchy.
He finishes his shopping and as he’s walking to the car with his bags, he sees Jisung sitting in the passenger’s seat with his hands covering his face. It’s a surprise he isn’t straight jorking it. Minho calmly opens the trunk and loads the bags in. But he grabs the peanut butter before slamming the trunk shut.
Jisung doesn’t look up as Minho gets in the car. Minho opens the jar and Jisung’s head pops up as the seal is peeled back. He stares at Minho, who simply smiles as he slowly dips a finger into the peanut butter.
He watches Jisung shiver when he brings his finger to his lips, his nails digging in his jeans once Minho’s tongue licks the spread away.
“So,” Minho puts the cap back on and tosses the jar in Jisung’s lap, “what’s the plan?”
“I wanna…” Jisung mumbles the rest.
“What’s that, Sungie? Wanna make me your little sandwich?”
Jisung whines and covers his face again. “Shut up..”
“You wanna press your tongue all over my body, licking all the sticky, sweet peanut butter from my skin?”
“You’re evil.”
Minho can’t help but laugh as he finally drives to his apartment. “Evil sandwich.”
—-
Minho hums, putting his groceries away while Jisung sits at the table. The boy stares at the jar in front of him. He glances to Minho every few minutes and blushes. Minho wishes he could read minds. But he also admits it’s fun to fuck with his pretty horny boyfriend by simple guesses.
Once the groceries are put away, Minho opens his silverware drawer. Hm. Spoon? Knife? He kinda likes the possible danger of a knife, even if it's plenty dull.
He takes a case knife out and walks over to Jisung. Jisung jumps as Minho grabs the jar of creamy goodness. He pushes to his feet so quickly, the table tilts and the contents on top fall over.
Jisung rushes to the bedroom and Minho shakes his head. So easy to rile up.
Minho follows, tapping the knife against the lid of the jar like some weird mating call. He really can’t believe Jisung has made him so open to food in the bedroom. Though, Minho finds more enjoyment in Jisung losing his composure.
He’s happy to indulge in Jisung’s harmless fantasies. He’s happy Jisung feels safe enough to not hide his kinks from Minho. Even if they only introduce food in bed maybe once a month as a treat….and to reduce infection…
And okay, the boba was pretty nice..
Minho walks into the room, Jisung sitting on the bed. He hands Jisung the items before flopping down beside him. Jisung shows restraint by setting them to the side and pulling Minho closer, colliding their lips together.
It’s hot and heavy, catching Minho a bit off guard by how desperate Jisung is to kiss him. He repositions himself to lie his head on his pillow. Jisung crawls on top of him, diving back into the kiss. His hands slip under Minho’s shirt and tug it up higher and higher until Minho pulls off to rip it over his head.
Jisung finally sits straight and Minho can’t help but grind up into him. He waits patiently for Jisung to figure out how he wants to turn Minho into arguably the best way to make toast. After a minute of thinking, the jar is grabbed and the lid is taken off and tossed into the nightstand.
Despite the two being used to these adventures, Jisung never figured out how to not be awkward as fuck about it. Which Minho finds unbearably cute.
“Okay..um..” he digs the case knife into the smooth nuts.
Minho twitches as he is turned into the dirty sandwich that he is, the peanut butter spread across his chest. He watches Jisung’s breathing heavy and he can’t believe he’s still hard from all of this.
He’s used to food play. But this is the first time the food has been spread across his body. And it seems to be the most excited that Jisung has ever been. Which probably explains his massive boner. Well, obviously..his boyfriend is straddling him too..
His stomach tenses as Jisung dives down to lap at the thick off brand Skippy. It feels better than he thought it would. The feeling of Jisung’s tongue pressing against his chest makes his hips buck up. Jisung moans softly and it’s enough for Minho to nearly come undone.
He can’t handle it anymore. He needs to fuck Jisung until he can’t even say the word peanuts.
—-
Jisung sits on the couch with a sandwich in his hand. Minho is on his way over to no one’s surprise. Chan walks in to look for his wallet, stopping when he sees Jisung’s snack.
“What’s that?” He asks.
“Peanut butter.” Jisung takes a bite and lets out a fake moan.
“Is it safe to eat?”
“For now.”
“I want a new roommate.”
“No.”
—-
[Minho]: running a bit late..traffic is crazy
In reality, he’s stuck at the store. More specifically, he’s stuck standing in front of a shelf of peanut butter. The brand Jisung bought was alright but he deserves something better. Less oily but still good tasting. Thick enough but not too thick.
He doesn’t care about the price. There’s no price on love.
There are so many options, it slightly overwhelms Minho. He decides to grab a few higher quality jars of nutty goodness for Jisung to try out. The total is a bit insane but he pays it no problem and shuffles out of the store. Is this what Jisung feels like when he finds a new fuck food?
He gets in the car and takes a deep breath. The thought of Jisung licking him up and down causes him to shiver. Thank fuck he’s in public or he’d (pea)nut in his pants.
Okay. Calm down. Just make it to Jisung’s place.
Holy shit. This is the most excited he’s been about food play. Maybe it isn’t the food. Maybe it’s his sensitive chest being touched in new ways. There’s absolutely no way a jar of nut butter excites him.
Okay. He’s here at the apartment already. He doesn’t even know how he got here, stuck in a gooey daze. But whatever. That means he’s here to give Jisung what he so desperately wants.
He walks in to see Chan and Jisung sitting on the couch, Chan staring in awe at a nearly scraped clean jar of peanut butter.
“You know you can make a fleshlight out of that.” Minho walks over.
“I’m afraid to ask how.” Chan blinks.
“You stuff it with something soft like a warm hand towel and go to town. Pringles cans are better, though.” Jisung responds. “Or…so I’ve heard.”
Minho snorts as Chan groans, grabbing his keys and making his exit. As much as Minho doesn't care if they’re heard having sex, it’s probably for the best that Chan leaves when Minho comes over. It helps Jisung relax and that’s far more important.
“So..I may have bought five jars of peanut butter.” Minho holds the shopping bag up.
“That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.” Jisung smiles wide.
“Shut up. What do you want to do with it?”
Jisung chews on his bottom lip, his cheeks burning red. “I wanna um..use it as a pocket pussy..and then have you..clean it up?”
“Let’s go to the room, then.”
“I love you. Seriously, you’re so fucking hot.”
Minho rolls his eyes but smiles, leading Jisung down the hall. He sets the lot of the eventual lube on the bed and Jisung scans them carefully. Minho shoves the rest to the floor once Jisung chooses a brand with honey mixed in. When they're done with it, that won’t be the only added flavor.
The two begin to strip, Minho slapping his palm against Jisung’s ass. Jisung swats at him but misses as Minho flops on the bed. Minho grabs the bottle of lube Jisung keeps tucked beside his bed. He’ll fuck his boyfriend with eggnog. But not something thick like peanut butter. Especially after Minho told him to prep himself before he got here.
He lubes himself up, lazily stroking himself as Jisung crawls on top of him. Jisung opens the jar, filling the space between them with a nut stronger than any cum sock.
He looks down at Minho, who still waits patiently for Jisung to be ready. Minho leads him down for a kiss which seems to rile him up enough to lift and lower himself on Minho’s cock so quickly that Minho lets out an embarrassing moan.
Jisung digs two fingers into the peanut butter, Minho jumping as the digits are shoved into his mouth. He muffles another moan when they press against his tongue. Jisung also seems to react positively, grinding down hard into Minho’s hips.
“Okay..fuck..” Jisung leaves his fingers in place and finally lines the jar up with his peanut boner.
His entire body tenses as he smushes his junk into the good source of protein. Minho rolls his head back and digs his nails into Jisung’s skin. Fuck. He forgot how tight Jisung gets when fucking food.
At first, Jisung just rocks back and forth into the peanut butter..admittedly torturing Minho a bit. But after a particularly loud moan from Jisung, Minho slams his hips up against him. They both shiver but Minho fucks into him at a rough pace, not letting up even as Jisung begins panting.
The peanut butter heats up, allowing some to drip down on Minho’s stomach. Jisung scoops it up on his fingers and again feeds it to Minho.
Despite Minho trying his best to fix Jisung’s endurance, he finds himself already close to coming. But he can hold out until Jisung adds even more salt to the roasted nuts.
Jisung’s panting turn into whimpers as he twists the jar, fucking into to it so intensely that Minho can see his tip hitting the bottom. His legs tremble and tighten around Minho as his body begins shaking uncontrollably.
Curses escape both of their lips, Minho orgasming so hard that he sees stars in his eyes. The two stare into space as they catch their breath.
Jisung looks down and starts laughing. Minho carefully pulls out and questions him.
“Heh…peanus butter.” Jisung giggles.
“Oh my god, get off me.”
“Do…uh..” Jisung stares at the peanut cummer then glances away. “Do you think it tastes good?”
Minho’s eyes travel to Jisung’s pea-cock and pulls him up to the perfect face fucking position. Jisung nearly collapses as Minho begins cleaning him up.
“Oh my god, oh my god..you’re going to kill me.” Jisung’s files his hands through Minho’s hair.
Minho pulls off with a pop and hums. “Yeah, I’d eat it.”
—-
Chan walks into the apartment, Felix and Hyunjin trailing behind. They greet Mino and Jisung as the two enjoy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Chan glances to his boyfriends and sighs.
“Ten bucks that there’s cum in their food.” He wishes he was joking.
And he wishes even more as Minho sets his sandwich down to pull his wallet from his pocket. He pulls a bill out and tosses it on the table, going back to eating like nothing happened.
“I need new friends.” Chan rubs his face.
“Can I try a bite?” Hyunjin peeks around Chan before walking over to Jisung, Felix slowly creeping behind him.
“I need new boyfriends.”