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Felix looked up from his computer as Minho hovered awkwardly by his desk, his brows furrowed in immediate unease. His friend looked uncharacteristically nervous as he fiddled with the phone in his hand, seemingly undecided on whether he would speak or not. There was still half an hour until the shelter opened, all the animals had been fed, watered and were doing well, so there was no obvious reason for Minho’s current anxious state.
“Can I help you with something?”
“You can keep a secret, right?” Minho spoke,
Felix nodded slowly, “Why?”
“I wanna make this Halloween special,”
Frowning, Felix asked in confusion, “You think the costume shoot with the animals isn’t enough?”
“No, no. That plan was great, they’re going to look adorable I’m sure we’ll get them all adopted before Christmas.” Minho spun his phone again nervously. “I mean with Jisung.”
“Oh, okay. Then what can I help with?”
“I need your opinion on something,”
“I’m listening,”
“Well… Jisung and I have been together for a while now, and living together for most of that time… And we’ve both talked about taking the next step eventually…”
Felix’s eyes widened, “Wait, wait, wait! You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?”
“I don’t know… I just feel like it’s time.”
“This is amazing!”
“Really?” Minho still sounded unsure,
“Really! You and Jisung, I don’t know how to explain it, but you have this thing between you two that I think is really special, and really rare. There’s no way he’d say no.”
“You really think so?” Minho couldn’t meet Felix’s eyes, so uncharacteristically timid that Felix found himself incredibly endeared how shy Minho had become at the thought of proposing to Jisung. “I’m just afraid I’m moving too quickly or something...”
“Of course not, I think it’s normal to feel nervous about proposing no matter how long you’ve been together. Plus, I introduced you two, so I’ve been kinda invested. And... Jisung may or may not have suggested he’ll be the one to pop the question if you don’t do it soon.”
Minho tsked, although his heart skipped a beat hearing confirmation from someone else that Jisung wanted it.
When they had discussed marriage in passing, Jisung had always hinted he was the one that wanted to be asked. He had grandeur dreams of being proposed to in some magical scenario like a princess. Minho had snorted at the time and told his princess that the real world wasn’t like a Ghibli movie, but he’d tucked that thought away and been thinking of romantic scenarios since.
Now, with the ring stashed away and an idea in mind, he wasn’t sure if he was thinking big enough.
“So, have you decided how you wanna do it?” Felix asked,
“I might have an idea… You know how Jisung and I got together, right?”
Rolling his eyes, Felix sighed, “How could I forget? Jisung mentions it as much as he can.”
“It was sweet.” Minho blushed, thinking back to the night they finally got together.
Contrary to what many people might have thought, it was actually Jisung who took the brave step to ask Minho out. They’d met at Felix and Jisung’s joint birthday party, the two almost-twins had been inseparable friends at school and despite going on to work in wildly different careers, had kept close. This resulted in Minho meeting Jisung when he attended the party as one of Felix’s colleagues.
The pair hit it off and were quick to exchange numbers, toeing the line trying to figure out whether the other was also interested in something more than friends. All culminating into a hang out on Halloween a couple of months after they first met, where they agreed to carve pumpkins together before going to Chan’s Halloween party - a friend of Jisung’s who Minho had also gotten close with.
Everyone was shocked, but not surprised, when they arrived at the party late, equally bashful smiles on their faces, presenting their pumpkins on entry into the house. Minho’s had been a valid attempt at a cat, not scary but certainly worthy of appreciation for its cute whiskers.
Jisung’s had certainly been more unexpected, spinning the large fiery vegetable around with equal parts embarrassment and pride as he showed the messy but still legible letters marking the front of his pumpkin:
Minho, be my boyfriend?
The red tint to Minho’s ears and the way he was pressed to Jisung’s side was answer enough for what he’d responded.
Everyone congratulated the two, even if it meant being subjected to watching the two awkwardly traverse their way throughout the night from being affectionate friends into a romantic couple. Jeongin ended up most scarred by the time the party ended, being the unfortunate person to walk out to the two getting acquainted in the backyard.
And by getting acquainted, that meant Minho pressing Jisung into to sidewall of the house as they were attempting to suck each others’ souls out through their mouths. Jisung’s legs were wrapped around Minho’s hips and Jeongin would describe the erratic rutting he saw as two rabbits going at it in heat.
Safe to say, four years down the track they were still going as strong and as infatuated as they were that first night. Although, their relationship had definitely evolved as they’d matured, and Minho was ready for the next step, desperately hoping Jisung felt the same.
They’d both made it clear they’d like to get married eventually, and Minho had decided the anniversary of when they became official would be a perfect time.
So, Minho explained to Felix his grand plan. How he’d carefully shown Jisung a post about gift-giving with pumpkins, setting the scene to transform their usual carving date into something more. While also convincing everyone to let them host the Halloween party that year, one he had hoped to transform into an engagement party by the time everyone arrived.
Felix was more than supportive, vibrating in delight at the prospect of two of his friend’s getting engaged. Throughout the next two weeks leading up to Halloween, Felix had been giving Minho plenty of ideas of his own to help set the scene, somehow managing to keep the secret between them, a feat Minho doubted every day. He was expecting Felix to spill the beans to Hyunjin who would, in turn, let it slip to Jisung.
But no, Halloween had arrived and Minho had nothing but an oblivious boyfriend and a queasy stomach to support him while he popped the question.
***
“Halloween is coming up soon, and I have an idea.”
Hyunjin didn’t even look at Jisung, continuing his stride, as he replied, “No.”
Jisung stumbled at the blunt response before quickly catching up to his friend, “What?”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“But it’ll be funny.”
“Then I definitely don’t want to hear it.”
Hyunjin was currently running late getting back to work after being roped into having lunch with Jisung. He loved his friend, but his quota for Jisung antics had been filled for the day. Jisung was one of his friend’s that he could only handle in small doses, and he knew whatever idea that was about to come out of Jisung’s mouth would leave him concerned for the rest of the day.
Hyunjin’s cold responses didn’t seem to deter Jisung, bouncing on his feet as he whined, “Come on, I swear it’s good. You just can’t tell Minho.”
“Fine.” Hyunjin spared Jisung a sideways glance, one filled with suspicion, “What?”
“So, you know how Minho and I always carve pumpkins together? Well, he showed me this cute little post about how you can hide gifts in the pumpkin to give to your partner. So, they have to dig for treasure or whatever. Seeing as we’ve done the same thing together every year since we got together, this makes it more exciting.”
“Okay. That does sound cute. I’m on board.”
“Well... I was thinking, what can I put in there to make the night really fun, right? Then I had this brilliant idea. It’d be funny if I left out the gift and I-” Jisung paused to snicker to himself- “I put my dick in there instead.”
“You what?” Hyunjin all but shrieked,
“Yeah, I’ll carve a hole in the back and slide my dick in, so when Minho puts his hand in to find his gift, he grabs my dick instead.”
Hyunjin blanched, once again wondering why he let Minho trick him into becoming friends with Jisung when it was a decision he questioned every time they talked. “This is a horrible idea.”
“This is a hilarious idea.”
Hyunjin shook his head, walking faster, hoping Jisung’s short legs wouldn’t be able to keep up, “I do not support this.”
“Oh, come on. It’s funny!”
“It’s concerning.”
Jisung pouted, “Seungmin thought it was funny,”
“That’s because Seungmin enjoys the idea of you traumatising Minho.”
“He won’t be traumatised, he’ll think it’s funny too. I know. I’ve been dating him for four years. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve done to get in the mood.”
Hyunjin groaned, curiosity getting the better of him, “What could be stranger than you putting a dick in a pumpkin as a lead up to sex?”
“I don’t know. We do a lot of things,” Jisung shrugged unhelpfully. “Halloween is usually a pretty kinky month for us because of all the horror movies.”
“And how are horror movies kinky?”
“Because of the…” Jisung made a rising motion with his index finger, “You know?”
Hyunjin stared at him blankly.
“Wait?! Have I never told you about the haunted house.”
“...No?”
Jisung gasped, “Oh boy, I can’t believe you don’t know.” He shook his head in surprise at himself, before explaining, “I think it was our second Halloween together. We were at the fair and Minho wanted to go into the haunted house. I told him it was a bad idea because I’m not good with jumpscares and loud noises, as you know. Anyway, I thought I was going to die. I will never go into a haunted house again. It was so dark and there was this clown and it had-”
“What does this have to do with you guys fucking?” Hyunjin cut in,
“Oh, well I had this massive fear boner when we finally found the exit, so we fucked in the back of his car and it was so good. So, now he uses horror movies to get me hard. It’s this whole thing,” Jisung waved his hands around as if that explained everything, acting as if the conversation was completely normal. “Have I really never told you?”
“I thought fear boners were a joke?”
Jisung shrugged again, “I can’t explain it, something about my heart racing, my skin crawling, but having Minho right there by my side, standing so steady, it really gets little Hannie excited.”
“Ugh,” Hyunjin felt his whole body shudder in disgust hearing Jisung name his penis, never being more thankful in his life to see his workplace come into view. “Well, this has been a disturbing chat for me. I wish I never knew those things. But... If you’re going to put your dick in a pumpkin, just do it safely, okay?”
“Will do,” Jisung grinned, waving goodbye as Hyunjin entered the building, his tall friend mumbling to himself as he went.
Only a few more days and he could put his master plan into effect. It would be easy to carve the pumpkin without Minho noticing, they had so much to prepare for their party that an inconspicuous hole in the back of a pumpkin would be the least of his worries.
Jisung grinned to himself, he couldn’t wait for Halloween.
***
Groaning, Jisung tossed his paring knife aside, “I give up. I can’t carve one more stupid smile. Isn’t this enough?” He gestured to the large collection of pumpkins scattered around the kitchen.
Minho wiped his hands on a tea towel as assessed the carnage of Jisung’s day of carving. He’d spent the day prepping food while Jisung was in charge of decorations. The walls of their home were already covered with fake cobwebs and strings of ghost lights, black cats on as many surfaces as possible.
Humming, Minho replied, “I think it’ll be enough once everyone brings their own. Let’s get the candles to light them all and get into our costumes.”
“Thank you,” Jisung muttered, washing pumpkin residue from his hands. The house had started smelling of warm cinnamon from the pumpkin pie that Jisung knew was nearly finished baking, and his stomach had started distracting him from his task at hand.
Before leaving the room, Jisung snuck his way over to the counter, inspecting all the treats Minho had prepared for the night. There were ghoul shaped pastries, jack-o-lantern stuffed peppers, bite-sized eyeballs, cauldron dips and some sort of potion cocktail. He’d been dating Minho long enough to know not to underestimate his cooking ability, but what he’d been able to put together in a few hours was still impressive. It was certainly far more effort than they’d put in the past, usually sticking to packet chips and frozen pizza.
Swiping a deviled egg eyeball to settle his growling stomach, Jisung dodged Minho’s assaulting arm, grumbling at him to leave some for the guests.
“This is amazing,” Jisung muttered through the mouthful of egg, “You really went all out this year, what brought this upon?”
Minho turned away to finish cleaning up pots and pans, shrugging noncommittally, although Jisung was sure he saw a dusting of pink on his ears as he mumbled, “Just want this year to be special.”
Eying him suspiciously, Jisung let his evasive answer slide, “Okay… I’m going to get the candles and get changed. Be quick too, so we can set up the pumpkins and do our gift-giving before everyone arrives.”
“We still have two hours before they get here, we have plenty of time,”
Jisung pouted, “But I want you to have some time to play with my present before everyone gets here,”
That finally caught Minho’s attention, quirking an eyebrow over his shoulder, “Oh?”
Jisung grinned as he backed out of the room, “You’ll have to go get ready if you want to find out.”
“I bet you’re going to like my gift more,”
“Hmm, we’ll see.”
Just before he turned the corner, Jisung watched the playful spark ignite in Minho’s eye, calling out, “I’m putting the pastries in the oven and then you’re on!”
Jisung rushed up to their room, wanting to give them as much time together before everyone else arrived. Plus, he had a bit of prep he wanted to do without Minho noticing. He’d rather have shared their gifts before getting into his costume as, if his plan succeeded, it would most likely end with them having to get ready all over again, but Jisung couldn’t say that without Minho growing more suspicious.
Minho had somehow convinced everyone to dress as classy vampires, claiming he wanted nice, formal pictures that year. No one was prepared to protest and fight Minho on that when it meant they didn’t have to plan an original costume. And for whatever reason, no one decided to question Minho on it either, despite the fact that statement would be more fitting coming from Hyunjin or Jeongin.
Nevertheless, Jisung was swearing as he fiddled with all his layers, the flowy white top cinched to show his lithe waist by a dark corset, leading into tight leather pants. He’d spent too long putting in the red contacts and finishing his make-up, and was now struggling to figure out how to layer his corset over his pants in a way that he could still get his zipper down and slip himself out without making it too obvious, all before Minho could come out of the bathroom with his own costume in place.
Jisung may have further defended his choice to Hyunjin since their first conversation about it, protesting he had actually bought Minho a gorgeous set of jewelled cat earrings as a gift too, but that ultimately he was still completely set on his surprise pumpkin hole idea.
So there he was, hurriedly jacking himself to hardness in the loungeroom, imagining the way Minho moaned his name as he rode Jisung to completion last night. It was a big pumpkin, so Jisung had to fill it somehow, and maybe he was just a little bit interested in how it would feel sliding his hard cock into the vegetable too.
Ears acutely listening out for the bedroom door opening, Jisung wasn’t sure how much longer he’d have, so without further hesitation, he grabbed the pumpkin he had carefully carved a small circle into the back of and lined himself up.
Taking a steady breath, he sunk in, finding himself a little disappointed with what he was met with. The pumpkin was too cool, both too firm and too loose when compared with his memories from the previous night. But, sticking his dick into anything was always exciting, so Jisung’s arousal was not at all deterred. The thought of his plan and how Minho would react to it was more than enough to keep him hard as he waited, pumpkin nestled in his lap.
The final wait wasn’t long, Minho walking in wearing a poet shirt similar to Jisung’s, with tight leather pants showcasing his strong legs. He was also in a pair of contacts and his lips had been tinted a matching shade of blood red to Jisung’s. Although, he was also clad in a striped blazer with his hair gelled back.
Jisung swallowed hard. He would never get sick of looking at his boyfriend. And that night, he looked regal.
Awed was the only emotion Jisung could pinpoint, and maybe a bone-deep attraction as he was really, very horny at that moment. His mind was baffled realising that the fine gentleman before him was willing to let Jisung stick his dick in him, time and time over, and maybe he’d be on the receiving end that evening if he played his cards right.
Because the Minho before him looked like an actual vampire prince, one Jisung could fall in love with all over again, one he had every intention of wooing.
The difference in class between them may have been slightly alarming if Jisung didn’t know Minho loved him wholeheartedly, standing there with unabashed affection in his eyes while Jisung was sitting there, his erection jammed into a pumpkin.
Minho felt his racing heart settle just a fraction when he walked into the lounge to see Jisung’s dumbstruck expression watching him. It was hard to not be second-guessing such a life-changing choice he was about to make, but the love he felt blossoming in his chest as he watched Jisung’s eyes sparkle as he looked at him was more than enough to give Minho the courage he needed, lifting his surprise pumpkin higher, delicate jewellery box nestled safely inside.
It was the moment of truth, Jisung was vibrating in excitement, trying to hide his mirth as he stood, balancing his dicked up pumpkin on one hand as Minho approached with the sweetest, almost nervous smile on his face.
“Ready?” Minho asked, and Jisung was surprised to see the way the corners of his mouth tensed up,
“On the count of three?”
Minho nodded and they counted together.
“One,”
Jisung shivered, the soft insides of the pumpkin tickling the sensitive skin of his cock as it twitched in excitement.
“Two,”
Was it wrong? How hard his dick stayed, buried in a pumpkin with Minho expecting a sweet anniversary gift? … The giggle trying desperately to escape Jisung’s throat and the arousal still simmering steadily in his gut said otherwise.
“Three.”
They reached forward at the same time, lifting off the top of each others’ pumpkins and plunging a hand into the seedy pulp.
Minho found his treasure first, eyes flashing wide when Jisung let out a shaky moan as a hand wrapped around him. Minho pulled his hand back with a start, not expecting what was in Jisung’s pumpkin to warmly throb and give a definite twitch under his touch. He gasped in astonishment as he quickly discerned what he’d just grabbed.
Before he could say anything, Jisung’s own hand pulled back from Minho’s pumpkin, a small velvet box in a ziplock bag in hand. He recognised it immediately as a jewellery box, neither of them was shy about lavishing the other in sparkly items to show their love, both appreciating shiny things that branded them as belonging to each other. Hence, Jisung’s actual gift he’d prepared for Minho.
What Jisung was not prepared for, was Minho to snap out of his startled stupor, toss his pumpkin aside and drop to one knee. Using both his hands, one slightly tacky from just being inside Jisung’s pumpkin, Minho cupped Jisung’s hand around the jewellery box.
“Jisungie,” Minho started, voice quiet, almost shaky, “The last four years of my life have been the happiest of my twenty-six years of existence. I was the luckiest man on earth when you carved me that pumpkin on this special day so long ago. So, I was hoping you would do me the honour of being my soulmate for the rest of our lives?”
Jisung was frozen, heart in his throat with blood pounding in his ears, not helping the throbbing between his legs as his body was flooded with adrenalin. His pumpkin was still dumbly balanced on his hand not currently being cradled by both of Minho’s own, just as locked in place as his own struggling mind.
Eventually, through the fog of his mind, he was able to mumble, “What?”
“I said,” Minho’s voice was steady then, sure, “Han Jisung, will you marry me?”
Jisung’s eyes flicked down to the box, watching as Minho carefully pulled it from his dumbstruck grip and the protective plastic, flicking it open to show two matching bands.
“Those are engagement rings,” Jisung finally managed to eloquently mumble, less of a question and more of a statement. The elegant attire, the party being hosted in their house, the extravagant decorations and meal... Jisung had finally connected all the pieces.
“Yes, they are,” Minho answered anyway, smiling honest and confident, even if his eyes were still clouded with a nervous edge.
“My dick... is in a pumpkin.”
Minho snickered, “It is.”
“You’re proposing to me, while I am fucking a pumpkin.”
“I mean…” Minho shrugged, a grin on his face, “For us, that’s kind of on-brand.”
“Our proposal story..” Jisung’s voice was getting progressively louder with each word, eyebrows lost in his hairline, “Is going to have my penis in a pumpkin.”
“Yeah-” Minho started, then quickly ducked his head, cheeks flaming, “Only if you say yes though,”
“Of course it’s a yes!” Jisung shouted, “Who else would put his hand in a pumpkin, feel my hard dick, and continue to get on one knee after nearly jacking me in a vegetable?!”
“Technically, it’s a fruit,” Minho huffed out in relieved laughter. It was the answer he was expecting, but he would be lying if he said there wasn’t some doubt still crawling in the back of his mind.
“I don’t care what it is, I could have my dick in a hornets’ nest for all it matters right now,” Jisung’s eyes were glued on the jewellery, bright smile making his cheeks bunch up and his eyes far tearier than he’d care to admit, demanding, “Put the ring on me.”
“Right, yes.” Minho fumbled with the box while Jisung wiggled his fingers impatiently.
Carefully, Minho slid the ring onto Jisung’s left hand, then he let Jisung do the same for him, still not believing what had actually happened.
They stayed still for a moment, Minho kneeling before Jisung, both admiring the precious bands.
Eventually, reality came back to him and Jisung spoke up first, “I know this isn’t really the time for it now, but my dick is still hard… And in a pumpkin.”
Minho looked up at him, face blank for a whole three seconds before he burst into laughter, high-pitched familiar cackles that made Jisung’s chest fill with butterflies, “How are you still hard?”
“The love of my life just proposed to me! It’s a normal bodily response to get excited.”
“Sure…” Minho snorted, carefully dabbing his eyes to try and not ruin his makeup, “I can’t believe you actually put your dick in a pumpkin!”
“It’s funny!” Jisung defended,
“It is! It’s hilarious,” Minho agreed, “But out of all the times, I managed to choose to propose while you were getting freaky with a jack-o-lantern.”
“That’s not- I’m not-”
Minho laughed harder while Jisung tried desperately to explain himself.
“Fuck off!”
Jisung pushed Minho away until he fell back onto his ass, still chuckling. The smart thing to do would be to remove his dick from the pumpkin and celebrate his newfound engaged status with his fiance. Instead, Jisung found himself frozen once again as Minho’s teasing, plus the euphoric emotion of getting engaged, left him heating up more, enjoying far too much the way the pumpkin wrapped around him.
Managing to stifle his laughter, Minho cocked his head and asked, “How does it feel?”
Jisung was ready to cuss him off again, the burning in his cheeks unbearable, but he saw Minho’s wide curious eyes looking up at him and he admitted, “It’s strange. Colder than I expected, but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling.”
“Huh,” Minho hummed to himself,
“I really want to, just thrust into it, but I know it’s not going to relieve me. Too hollow.”
Minho nodded, mirth still dancing behind his eyes, but something else was starting to creep into his expression, something darker, something that sent a shiver down Jisung’s spine.
Standing back up, Minho carefully pushed Jisung back the few steps until he was sinking down onto the couch, he straddled Jisung as best he could with a pumpkin between them, knees just balanced on the edge, caging in Jisung’s legs.
Then Minho was reaching out for the opening on top of the pumpkin, whispering quietly, “Can I?”
Jisung nodded, breathing shaky as he relaxed into his seat.
Minho carefully dipped his hand into Jisung’s pumpkin again, feeling the stringy tendrils and cool seeds squelch around his fingers as he dug deeper until he found Jisung’s dick again.
Jisung’s reaction was more muted this time, a quiet exhale after his breath hitched.
The angle was a little too awkward, the texture a little too weird, but Minho’s heart was filled with something fiery as he jerked his fiance’s dick off inside a pumpkin. An action so strange considering it had not even been five minutes after he proposed.
The little grunts Jisung released, the way his hips started rutting up carefully into the perfectly carved hole, the glinting band on Jisung’s finger - it was all making Minho react too, his leather pants growing tighter as he watched Jisung’s eyelids flutter, his own hips involuntarily shifting forward and only meeting the hard outer skin of the pumpkin.
“Fuck,” Minho grunted, pulling his hand back so he could reach up and drag Jisung into a searing kiss.
It was clumsy, frantic, the happiness of what had just happened making them desperate as Minho decided upon yanking the pumpkin away, tossing it aside so he could press himself chest to chest, hips to hips with Jisung instead.
Jisung’s hands found Minho’s waist, guiding him to grind down while he kept rutting upwards, the leather of Minho’s pants rough on his bare cock. Minho’s hands had found their way to Jisung’s hair, tugging his head back harshly so he could suck on his pulse point, teeth nipping every so often as Jisung groaned up at the ceiling, eyes fluttered closed.
They took turns devouring each other, sweet praises falling off lips and delicate but needy hands caressing any body part they could reach. There was no desire to be careful, knowing their styling would need a complete redo before anyone arrived anyway. Minho’s perfectly gelled hair had already been tousled by Jisung’s fingers, and there was red smearing almost the entire lower half of Jisung’s face.
Eventually, Jisung’s hands managed to slide down, pinching at the hard muscle caging his legs before they dragged up Minho’s inner thigh, pressing at the bulge clearly outlined by the tight pants before his fingers were fumbling with Minho’s belt.
“Fuck,” Minho muttered again, pushing Jisung back so he could drop to his knees on the floor, swiftly getting the rest of his pants undone. He sighed as he released the pressure restricting his cock as he pulled down the zipper and palmed himself through his underwear.
There was no hesitation before Minho was tonguing his way along Jisung’s dick. But he pulled back quick, spluttering, “It’s bitter.”
The juice from the pumpkin, although now mostly dry, was still coating Jisung’s dick, making Minho’s mouth water, but not in a fun way. His mouth was salivating like crazy in an attempt to dilute the disgusting tang on his tongue.
“Sorry,” Jisung said sheepishly, staring down accusingly at his dick.
Minho wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out, trying again only to grimace. He ran his hand back through his hair, staring in disappointment at the dick as he gave an incredulous laugh, “You’re going to have to wash it.”
As much as he would have loved watching Minho swallow him down, the thought of having to leave him for even a moment to wash up was too much for Jisung, there were plenty of other things they could do instead, so he snorted, “Forget about it, can’t wait.”
Frowning, Minho watched as Jisung raised himself enough off the couch to shimmy his pants down, corset being untied and tossed away too, then Jisung was turning around and bending over against the backrest so Minho could see the sparkly jewel plug he’d prepared earlier.
“Fuck,” Minho was starting to sound like a broken record.
Jisung glanced over his shoulder, admitting, “My plan didn’t end with my dick in a pumpkin,”
Minho was speechless a moment, his hand coming out to flick the plug and make Jisung groan before he could respond. “Did you… want to try though?” Minho asked quietly,
“Huh?”
Minho pointedly eyed the discarded pumpkin, sitting off to the side, the cheeky hole on display, “Did you wanna-” Minho made a thrusting motion with his hips- “While I-” He repeated the motion.
Jisung gulped, “Are you asking if I want to fuck the pumpkin while you fuck me?”
Minho shrugged, leaving the offer open.
“Oh Jesus, fuck.” Jisung scrambled to grab his pumpkin, placing it on the couch beside him before lunging at Minho to finish getting his clothes off. There was a mad rush around to find the closest bottle of lube and a condom, and more fumbling as they figured out the best position to incorporate the pumpkin.
Soon enough, Jisung was back in position at the couch, arched over the backrest with the pumpkin waiting ready on the seat between his legs. Minho was warming him up with fingers dancing across his chest and the others teasing him to make sure he was open enough.
“Please,” Jisung whimpered, the tip of his dick knocking against the hard orange skin, smearing it with precum.
Minho hushed him, helping line him up and guide him back into the pumpkin. Jisung’s eyes rolled back, the soft, cool insides far less disappointing when he was also being teased so deliciously from behind with Minho’s fingers.
“I’ll admit,” Minho spoke against the shell of Jisung’s ear, voice low and with a rasp of desperation, “Your gift was pretty good,” He pulled his fingers out, slicking himself up and wiping the excess lube off on Jisung’s hip before holding him steady by the waist, “But I think my gift was better.”
Minho ended on a groan as he sunk into Jisung, wrapping him tightly in his arms and pressing his chest to Jisung’s back. A whimper was pulled from Jisung’s throat too, as he was stuffed full and pushed further into the pumpkin, knees shaking.
“You haven’t even got all of yours yet,” Jisung huffed, trying to distract himself as his body adjusted to the intrusion,
“Oh?”
“But it can wait, you’re right. Yours is better.”
“Thought so,” Minho grinned, and Jisung could tell he was smirking just by the lilt to his voice,
“Don’t get cocky, I’ll win next year.”
“Tch, honey,” Minho’s voice was laced with faux sympathy, and Jisung hated how it made the hair rise on the back of his neck and his stomach flutter, “What makes you think I’ll let you next year?”
Jisung whined, a beautiful high sound, thankful Minho couldn’t see the flush coating his skin. He stole a glance up at the clock and groaned, “As much as I love the sexy banter while your dick is in my ass, we have less than an hour until everyone gets here, and I will need thirty minutes to get this costume back together, so you better start moving. This pumpkin spice is waiting for its cream.”
Minho jolted, scoffing, “Did you just make a pumpkin pun while we’re fucking,”
“Can’t help it, you looked so gourd tonight. I couldn’t wait for you to carve me out.”
“Shit,” Minho barked a laugh, the deep sound vibrated right through into Jisung, “You’re lucky I have a thing for idiots, you’re really doing something to me tonight, princess .”
Moaning, Jisung braced himself better against the backrest as Minho started to move, pulling out slowly before sinking back in with a quick thrust.
“First fuck as fiances,” Jisung mumbled into his arm where he supported himself, hissing every time Minho pushed forward, “It was going to be good no matter what. You can’t help being attracted to me now you’ve put a ring on it.”
“Shh.” Minho reached around and clasped a hand over Jisung’s mouth, keeping him quiet as he sped up his movements.
They would have loved to go slow, relishing in each other’s bodies for hours, but time was not on their side, forcing Minho to set up a brutal pace in no time. There was something animalistic about it, possessive, he made sure Jisung’s hips were rocking forward into the pumpkin with every push of his own.
They were fucking purely to work off the excess fervour the proposal had sparked, needing to get off otherwise they’d be angsty for each others’ touch throughout the entire gathering.
Minho vowed that after the party he’d take his time worshipping every inch of Jisung’s skin, a promise growled into Jisung’s shoulder as they were both nearing the edge of bliss.
Too soon, it was over. Minho all but collapsed onto Jisung as he filled the condom, and Jisung shook as he did something he never even thought a possibility, violating the poor pumpkin he’d worked too hard on.
Once they’d cleaned up the initial mess, Minho grabbed Jisung before he could run to their room to get dressed all over again, catching his left hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on the metal band on his ring finger, “I love you,” He declared, eyes filled with sincerity.
Unable to hold back anymore, Jisung finally burst into the tears he had managed to hold off for so long, tugging Minho close into a proper kiss as he cried, “I love you too.” He gave himself a moment to wallow in the pure love he felt before racing off to hide all traces of what’d happened between them and the unfortunate pumpkin.
***
And that’s how their closest friend’s arrived shortly after, a slightly flustered and very content looking Minho opening the door as he finished combing his hair back. Jisung was standing behind him in a similar state, with a pumpkin clutched tightly to his chest.
“Happy Halloween!” Chorused their friends, holding up pumpkins of their own,
Minho and Jisung oo-ed and ah-ed at everyone’s designs as they welcomed them inside. It was only when shoes had been left by the door and the group were following their noses towards the kitchen that Chan realised Jisung hadn’t had a chance to share his design.
Jisung was startled from where he was still lurking by the door, trying to slip out with no one noticing.
“Oh, this one? It’s a failed design.” He clutched the pumpkin to his chest tighter, “I was just going to toss it away.”
“Come on show-”
“No!” Jisung yelled, eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. He quickly reigned in his suspicious shout and said at a more respectable volume, “It’s uh- embarrassing.”
“...Ok then,” Chan frowned, “You don’t need to show me then.”
Jisung nodded, scrambling out the door with the pumpkin still grasped tight, completely missing the utter look of fear and disgust on Hyunjin’s face. He had glanced between Minho and Jisung’s tense expressions, horrified with thoughts about whether that pumpkin was stuffed with more than one type of seed.
They were all so focused on Jisung’s strange behaviour with the pumpkin, that no one had noticed the matching rings upon their fingers, that was until Felix conveniently asked how the gift-giving had gone.
The rest of the night was spent with them celebrating the engagement, the pumpkin was long forgotten. Everyone was amused, impressed and smitten with how Minho had incorporated a pumpkin into the proposal, remembering how Jisung had confessed years ago. Although Minho and Jisung had conveniently left one big part of the story out, one thing Hyunjin was eyeing them suspiciously over.
That fun detail would come out much later, in fact, a few years down the track when poor Jeongin would go outside one Halloween party to a horrid wave of deja vu, finding Jisung and Minho both rutting up against a pumpkin pressed between their hips as they sucked face in a way not becoming of their ages.
Scarred and horrified, Jeongin would not be in any way placated when they explained they couldn’t help it because they were excited reminiscing about their proposal.
Safe to say, their friends were always cautious, checking for suspicious holes in pumpkins from then on.