Minseok hates cats more than anything. Well, maybe not more than his neighbor, but it's a close call and it's the same thing anyway because his neighbor is the only one in this god forsaken apartment complex who's housing like a dozen cats. He can't prove it, but he thinks there are fifty. Sehun tells him that isn't possible, but Minseok has been cataloguing each filthy creature he's come across and either they can change fur colors at will, or there are fifty cats.
His neighbor doesn't look like he's stuffed fifty cats into his apartment, but Minseok doesn't like to judge a book by its cover. He'd rather judge it by how many fucking cats it has.
His name is Lu Han. Lu. Han. He's a pretty boy, exchange student and they had moved in almost simultaneously. While Minseok's mandarin has a slight Korean accent, Lu Han’s sounds french. He even says his own name like Liu Ahn and if Minseok didn't see his nameplate after a cat had popped up from behind the kid's mailbox, he'd have thought the kid was, in fact, Liu Ahn. In short, Lu Han is a nightmare and Minseok hates cats and yes, he is going to let some fifteen year old trauma keep him from giving a stranger the benefit of the doubt and okay, maybe he thinks Lu Han is super hot, but god - cats.
Today, he runs into Lu Han in the elevator and he does a pretty impressive job of not sighing in despair. You see, for Christmas, Jongdae gave him this book titled 'How to Find Inner Peace in Situations that Annoy You' and he'd made a cross in the air - touching his forehead and then his belly and then going from one shoulder to the next. He'd then mimed sprinkling holy water at Minseok and whispering, may this suck the darkness form your soul and help you find God. It'd been a gag gift (Jongdae's real gift had been a nice watch), but Minseok had found himself reading it anyway - cursing his best friend as he passed every chapter.
One entire chapter had been about Annoying Neighbors, and the author had ended it with, give them a chance, maybe you'll find a new best friend. Now, as Lu Han shuffles awkwardly next to him, that's all Minseok can think of.
Lu Han is wearing a sweatshirt with cat hair on it, but he smells fantastic and his jeans mold around his ass perfectly - as Minseok's very subtle side-scan tells him. He keeps fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt and when Minseok glances at his face, he sees he's blushing a little. Minseok frowns - it's adorable.
"Hi," he blurts out and Lu Han's head snaps up - eyes wide.
"Hi," he says, "Hello. Um. Hey."
Minseok frowns some more. The french accent sort of makes Minseok want to blow him. Disgusted with himself, he just nods and stares at the other side of the elevator, reading some of the flyers pasted on that are probably years old. He surprised when he hears Lu Han's deep, sweet voice.
"I live next door to you."
"I know," Minseok says, slowly turning to look at him, and that just makes Lu Han blush more.
"I, um. Do you go to school here?"
Minseok thinks, obviously, but remembers a quote from the book - Is it worth being an asshole over it? - and says, "Yes. Fourth year."
"Me too," Lu Han says, easing up a little bit and smiling, "I'm Lu Han."
He says it like Liu Ahn again and fuck, Minseok definitely wants to blow him.
"I know. The french transfer with all the cats."
That makes Lu Han laugh and Minseok is delighted to see that the pretty, perfect line of his jaw looks unhinged and horrendous. Somehow, by the time they reach their floor, Lu Han has wiggled his way into Minseok's Don't Hate (Maybe) List and he's also somehow wiggled Minseok's phone number.
Beijing is as expensive as it is beautiful and apart from parental financing, he’s been relying on his job at the coffee shop for pocket money. Fourth year isn’t too stressful and he’ll be back in Korea by the end of the semester. It also helps that the coffee shop is right under the apartment complex so he has a perfect escape for when he’s overwhelmed by minimal to moderate human contact.
Minseok’s in the coffee shop staring blankly out the window as people scramble to get out of the rain when his phone buzzes softly in his apron.
He plucks it out of the pocket and glances down at the screen.
french cat owner: hey!
It takes Minseok a minute and then like a Pavlovian response, he suddenly feels a little parched and licks his lips. He fires back a ‘hi’ and adds some ellipses to seem appropriately detached. Immediately, the speech bubble pops and blinks in and out of existence for five minutes before a new message shows up.
french cat owner: i have to preface this by saying i don’t stalk you or anything but i know where you work and when you do, so can i take you out to dinner after your shift is over
Minseok is wholly flustered and he’s sure he’s blushing. He glares at the offending message even as he types back ‘sure’.
Lu Han takes them to the little Vietnamese place down the street for dinner and somehow manages to tell Minseok half his life story on the way. He’s a Beijing native who lived in Paris for the past decade and came back to finish his last year at the international University. His family is still here but he feels more comfortable staying in the apartment - Minseok doesn’t miss the way his tone is slightly cold when he talks about them. He’s also apparently a foodie and shockingly, a cat lover.
Minseok works past the cat tales expertly with his mind on the mission - Lu Han’s dick.
Blessedly, when the food arrives, Minseok steers the conversation to school. Lu Han’s studying Business same as Minseok. Unlike Minseok, he’s got a whole company ready-made for him to take over. And, he can’t even hate him for it because Lu Han seems to resent it more than anything.
By the time they’re done with dinner, it’s close to midnight. They walk each other back to the apartment complex and Minseok tries to be casual as he invites Lu Han into his place.
The french transfer’s cock is as pretty as the rest of him, curving beautiful as the thick length of it is under the mercy of Minseok’s mouth. Lu Han’s thighs are surprisingly well-muscled and quivering as Minseok holds them to keep Lu Han from thrusting forward. This is Minseok’s dessert, after all.
Lu Han groans, says something soft in french that has Minseok rubbing his palm against his own cock. There are thin, long fingers in his hair, tugging and doing everything short of holding him still to fuck his face.
“I always figured you’d be a nightmare,” Lu Han says, looking down at an impish Minseok with dark, dark eyes, “Used to imagine this a hundred times and yet, you’ve turned out to be even worse than I thought.”
Minseok licks a strip clean from Lu Han’s balls to the tip of his cock and watches the man bite down a shout.
“I aim to please,” Minseok remarks and gives the tip another lick.
“You,” Lu Han grits out even as he smirks, “are a torture.”
His accent is heavier than it’s ever been and the look in his eyes is unreasonably soft and Minseok feels a terrifying inkling of something other than lust.
Turns out Lu Han has only five cats and Minseok wants to do a lot more than suck his dick.
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02:35 AM -- a slightly trashy club
Kyungsoo looks like a daydream in a loose leather jacket and ripped jeans, and it doesn't help that Lana Del Rey is crooning about unrequited love as Baekhyun works on his fifth martini. Half the group has finals tomorrow and have fully given up cramming. Chanyeol is making a scene by the bar counter, being held back by a slightly sadistic looking Sehun, and Minseok seems to be doing the usual - dancing with Luhan and breaking Jongin's heart. Baekhyun can't see the others from his position near the bathrooms and turns back to Kyungsoo, who’s leaning on the back of a bar stool with a beer in his hand.
Baekhyun is a little light-headed, but that might be the martinis. Or, the way Kyungsoo’s lips close around a bottle. Or, the way he looks at Baekhyun when he drinks - eyes dark and steady. Or, the way he ends the heated moment with soft smile that makes Baekhyun think he imagined it all.
And, then, Kyungsoo is setting the beer behind him on the counter and walking towards Baekhyun. There’s a sudden, warm hand circling Baekhyun’s wrist and plucking his empty glass out of his hand. Baekhyun doesn’t know where Kyungsoo puts it - eyes stuck on Kyungsoo’s face - and then, he’s being dragged into the mob of wasted college students. The lights are flickering, alternating in colors, and Baekhyun decides Kyungsoo looks good in any hue.
“You better remember this tomorrow,” Kyungsoo says and Baekhyun barely hears it even though Kyungsoo says it right into his ear because they’re pressed together, hips moving slightly to the music. Baekhyun can only blink stupidly when Kyungsoo leans back and then the lips Baekhyun spends his afternoon classes mentally tracing are pressed to his.
11:04 PM -- minseok’s apartment
Their fights are always silent, cold affairs that seem to bring down the whole group’s vibe. Kyungsoo is a quiet thinker and Baekhyun can hold a grudge for-ever if he needs to. And, this time is no different. Baekhyun’s mad Kyungsoo one emotion seems to be mildly amused and Kyungsoo’s well - Kyungsoo.
Baekhyun talks himself hoarse explaining his point of view to Minseok, who just pets his head and whisper-shouts, “Is his dick big? Is that why you’re still with him?”
It melts Baekhyun’s frown into a smile and then Minseok is giving him actual advice, eerily echoing Kyungsoo’s sentiments. He’s rational and soft-spoken, but his face changes when Luhan returns with a couple of open beers and sets it on the coffee table. Baekhyun wonders if that’s how Kyungsoo looks - some unique smile he has reserved just for him.
Baekhyun takes a long drag of his beer - eyeing the way Minseok’s voice gets a high-pitched edge to it as he acts cute for an incredibly enamored Luhan - and wonders what it is about small, nightmarish boys that makes good folks like Baekhyun and Luhan this dumb.
10:44 AM -- secluded hallway
Baekhyun’s breath is caught somewhere between the thickness of Kyungsoo’s lips and the sharpness of his collarbone. There’s a smattering of moles along the path that Baekhyun wants to give individual attention to but as it is, Kyungsoo’s hand is stroking his cock rough and quick. Baekhyun doesn’t know when he turned into his sex-crazed demon but he’s literally counting his time from one fuck to the next.
He blames Kyungsoo.
Ever since the kiss at the club, it’s like Baekhyun can’t fucking believe he’s got any right to put his hands on skin Kyungsoo carefully, obsessively keeps covered. So, every time feels like the last time and Baekhyun’s got too many things he wants to do to worry about if maybe they’re fucking a little too much, too often for two people who apparently are “good friends, I guess”.
Baekhyun wonders if that dazed, dark look in Kyungsoo’s eyes is something he gives to all his good friends. He’s still reeling from it - the way Baekhyun had responded to Sehun’s question about if they’re dating. He’d been polite - voice that usual monotone - and he’d looked Baekhyun right in the eyes as he’d said it.
There’d been a searing, dizzying reaction inside Baekhyun that only Minseok seemed to catch on to, because he shot Kyungsoo a look. And, that caused the first flicker of a real emotion in him - looking uncomfortable and lost at seeing anything but warmth from Minseok.
Now, Kyungsoo got his hand stuffed inside Baekhyun’s open jeans and he’s trying not to think about how Kyungsoo’s hyung complex for Minseok had suffered more than the whole of Baekhyun’s heart.
03:00 PM -- somewhere between study hall and starbucks
“Fuck,” a deep voice bites out and Baekhyun blinks out of his daze to see his caramel macchiato splattered across a white shirt. The guy looks at Baekhyun with a ridiculous amount of offense, as if he thinks Baekhyun had premeditated this.
“It’s your fault,” Baekhyun blurts out, cheeks alarmingly hot, and the guy just stares at him.
“In what way,” the guy begins to shout, takes in a deep breath, and then his volume is decidedly lower, “In what way is this my fault.”
Baekhyun is edging towards panic at this point. First of all, college isn’t cheap and neither is Starbucks. Secondly, he’s got a class to get to and there’s a faint figure of Junmyeon hanging over his head urging him to be studious and punctual at all times. Thirdly, it really is this guy’s fault.
“I was just minding my business when I saw you,” Baekhyun says, voice squeaky, “Like, no offense, but this campus is experience a severe hot guy drought and who even wears white shirts with denim anymore? You look ridiculous and god, your shoulders. Your shirt is barely holding them in. I didn’t realize there was a whole fucking rock on the pavement. It’s not my fault.”
The guy has eased from anger to slight confusion to a deep shade of embarrassment. And, it’s fucking adorable on him. The bastard.
There’s a heavy pause and then the guy is clearing his throat and scratching absently at his ear, saying, “I’m Kyungsoo, by the way. I can buy you a refill sometime.”
He shakes his wet, sticky shirt and amends with, “Or, you could buy me one.”
Baekhyun laughs a little too loud at his cute attempt at humor but Kyungsoo doesn’t seem to mind. He puts a hand into his jean pocket and fishes around until he pulls a pen out. He grabs Baekhyun’s arm and writes a number across it.
“I’m going to rinse this out at the gym showers or something. You owe me one,” he says, already half-way leaving.
“I’m Baekhyun,” he says abruptly and Kyungsoo just smiles, walking backwards - making the simple act of putting a pen back in his jean pocket look like a fucking commercial.
He points at Baekhyun’s arm and shouts, “You better remember this tomorrow.”
06:39 AM -- venice
He doesn’t cry during the rehearsal for some reason. For someone who carries their emotions dangerously close to the surface, he’d been strangely at peace and had only smiled when Kyungsoo’s eyes had glazed over at Jongin’s best man speech. A week later, Baekhyun is making sure the reception hall looks perfect and he finds himself overcome with emotion.
There are tasteful lilies in sheer, gold vases on all the tables - the color theme of most of the wedding - and people are bustling around adding thin, rope-like ribbons around the chairs. It’s a mundane task to oversee, but for some reason, tears bubble up.
It seems real now. It seems apparent now that guests will arrive soon and Kyungsoo will upstage him on the dance floor and Baekhyun will smear cake all over Kyungsoo’s pretty smile.
Hysterical, euphoric tears undo all the work the makeup artist had put in and Baekhyun can’t help but laugh to himself. He startles only slightly when two arms wrap around his waist and familiar chin tucks itself into his neck.
“I was starting to worry you don’t love me,” Kyungsoo jokes, kissing him there, “I mean, you cried when you thought Sehun’s dog doesn’t like you.”
Baekhyun lets out a watery laugh and feels Kyungsoo’s smile against his neck. He takes in a deep breath and gets ready to spend the rest of his life with the man of his dreams.
01:45 PM -- kyungsoo’s apartment
His heartbeat is loud and incessant and he can feel it all over this body - especially wherever his skin is touching Kyungsoo’s. His fingers are tight around Kyungsoo’s waist as he drives into him, trying to make it rough but trying to make it last, too. Kyungsoo looks like sin, tastes like it, too.
They’ve moved past talking - though it had started with Kyungsoo whispering about how fucking pretty Baekhyun looked fingering himself open for Kyungsoo’s cock (would do anything for it, wouldn’t you?). They’ve moved to grunts and sharp teeth biting at any virgin space of skin they can find.
Baekhyun’s never seen anything as beautiful as Kyungsoo at his limit. He’s spent months seeing Kyungsoo at his most refined - sparing Baekhyun reserved laughs now and then. They’d met up countless times since the caramel macchiato but it had never amounted to anything. Kyungsoo’s ears had just turned pink whenever Baekhyun found himself blurting out compliments but he’d remained distant - having the audacity to integrate himself in Baekhyun’s entire friend circle while he was at it. And, then Kyungsoo had kissed him at the club and now - days later - they’ve got time to waste.
He’s trying to memorize every second of it.
Kyungsoo grabs a fistful of Baekhyun’s hair and tugs, a mute demand to go faster. Baekhyun snaps his hips and dips down to bite at Kyungsoo’s jaw, kissing him softly at every mark he leaves. He feels desperation like an itch and the only way to scratch it away is to leave as many memoirs as he can on Kyungsoo’s skin. Wants his kisses to feel as permanent as beauty marks.
Please, remember this tomorrow, he thinks as Kyungsoo closes his eyes and yanks him down for a kiss.
xiumin and luhan have been rivals since high school and coincidentally, they’ve been fucking since high school.
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‘Charity Event for the Homeless of Seattle’ is what was written on Minseok’s schedule when he glanced over it this morning. ‘Social Event for Seattle’s High Society’ is what it really is. And, if Minseok didn’t already hate that, he’s even more eager to leave since Luhan walked in wearing a fitted black, three-piece suit and his hair pushed back.
“Are you hoping glaring at him will make him disappear because I hate to break it to you but you’re not a wizard, Harry,” Jongdae mutters over a mouthful of salmon mousse canapé. He has a few tiny plates of food in front of him on the table he’s leaning against (the server had been mildly mortified when Jongdae had plucked half the food off his tray and then waved him away) and he’s been eating for the past hour. Jongdae mostly comes to these events because he’s forced to so he always tries his best to leave some horrifying anecdote that will make it’s way to his mother via the mouths of chatty trophy wives.
Minseok is on his third glass of wine and Jongdae’s comment barely registers. Luhan is moving fluidly across the room - no doubt kissing ass and reciting some facts his manager told him last minute. He’s smiling that fake, wide smile Minseok has seen on every other person in the room, but of course, it comes off as modest and sweet and oh-so-fucking-harmless.
Minseok has heard about Luhan wiping out small family businesses while planning lunch.
Snatching up another glass of wine from a server passing by, Minseok snorts and mumbles, “What a fucking joke.”
“You mean you don’t wear a purity ring while fucking half of Seattle,” Jongdae deadpans as he starts in on his assorted cheese.
Jongdae’s lucky Minseok has decided to prioritize getting drunk over throwing wine at Jongdae’s face.
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He eventually runs into Luhan - or, well, Luhan sneaks up behind him and shoves himself into the fairly unpleasant conversation Minseok had been having with spoiled, useless heirs.
Minseok had been going on a rant about the new trends his marketing team had discovered when Luhan’s voice flows in gently with, “Maybe if your marketing team spent more time riding the trends instead of trying to find them, you’d have something important to talk about at these events.”
Irritation spreads through him - gives him an instant headache - but he puts on a sugar sweet smile as he turns and lets Luhan step into the circle.
“With your last quarter profits, Luhan-shi,” Minseok says, dipping his head in a mockingly subservient way, “are you really fit to be handing out advice?”
Luhan’s smile doesn’t waver but his hand tightens on his glass of wine and Minseok feels his blood race, feels his pulse in his throat.
It feels like they’re gearing up for a fight or gearing up to -
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“Fuck,” Minseok bites out, eyes squeezed shut as Luhan slides into him and curls his fingers around Minseok’s hips to hold him still. It hurts, nails digging in and teeth on his neck, but a shock of pleasure shoots up his spine regardless.
Five-star hotel bathrooms afford a certain privacy and breadth in their stalls, but they aren’t soundproof and Minseok isn’t particularly quiet when he has a dick up his ass, so he understands when Luhan shoves his tie into Minseok’s mouth. But, animosity makes him spit it out regardless, hissing, “That tie is worth more than your entire business, asshole.”
“You need to spend less on ties, then,” Luhan whispers and Minseok can feel his smirk against his neck, can feel it when his teeth graze against the skin - stubbornly trying to leave marks.
Minseok has a retort ready on his tongue, something clever and mean, but it’s washed out with a dirty moan that slips out when Luhan starts moving - slow and deep.
Luhan keeps doing that thing - sinking as far as he can before pulling out all the way just to slam back in. It’s inspiring some needy, pathetic whines from Minseok’s useless mouth. He tries to bite his lip to keep quiet, but Luhan’s thrusts are sharp and accurate, hitting him at the exact point that makes him stupid and loud.
Suddenly, Luhan pulls out and Minseok is flipped around, back shoved roughly against the stall’s door. Luhan gives him a smirk before pushing Minseok’s shirt further open, off his shoulders and baring his stomach. Luhan runs his knuckles clean down Minseok’s chest and down his abs, caressing the definition gently, and sinks his body down. His mouth replacing the trail his knuckles took as he goes on his knees. He licks at Minseok’s hipbones and when he straightens back up, he has the dropped tie in his hand.
Minseok’s protest is muffled as the tie presses his tongue down and is wrapped around his head. Luhan’s expression darkens as he fingers the makeshift gag and then he’s reaching back, tugging at Minseok’s hair to make his neck taut and strained - perfectly on display for Luhan to dip down and leave a claim he has no right to.
He’s flipped back unceremoniously, cheek pressed against the stall’s door, and Luhan is prying his ass open and sinking right back in with a sharp thrust that knocks the breath right out of him.
Minseok’s glad his tongue is tied down otherwise he’s afraid he’s be muttering a litany of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
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“Fuck me,” Minseok says with a groan, rubbing his forehead against the table and sighing against the wood.
Jongdae absently pets the back of his head while scrolling through his phone and dipping down to sip at his frappuccino.
“He was in all black, Jongdae,” Minseok whispers, staring vacantly at the condensation on Jongdae’s cup, “It wasn’t my fault.”
“I recall the time when you were both at some charity event pretending to cook for the poor and hungry, and he smelled like onions and had sweated through his shirt. And, you sucked his dick in his Maserati after.”
Minseok frowns against the table and straightens up so he properly look offended.
“Well, this was the last time. Never again. I’m never going to let that little shit touch me again,” he says resolutely, glaring when Jongdae snorts around his straw, “Just wait and see. See if I ever let him-”
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“Touch me, fuck,” Minseok pants, head tilted and back arched against the wide conference table.
His legs are on Luhan’s shoulders and his hands are uselessly fisting his own hair as Luhan fucks him with enough ferocity to push him back and forth on the table. Luhan grins at him, tonguing the corner of his mouth as he watches Minseok fall apart, and then he grabs Minseok’s thighs and yanks him closer - effectively folding Minseok in half.
The new (horribly vulnerable and terribly exciting) position allows Luhan to fuck into him deeper.
Minseok can barely breathe.
They had met up for a board meeting with some potential investors they were both interested in, and the meeting had ended well enough with their usual underhand digs and too-sweet smiles.
Once everyone had left, they’d stuck around to insult each other some more and it helped that Luhan was wearing a mismatched suit - for once seemingly too rushed to let his stylist knock some sense into him.
Now, Minseok can’t help fingering that very same suit, tugging on it to pull Luhan closer, needing him deeper.
“Noisy little whore,” Luhan whispers and Minseok is going to chalk it up to an impending orgasm when his cheeks flush and his heart skips and he feels like making Luhan say it-
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“Again?” Jongdae asks, putting on a show of being baffled, “Wow. Just wow. Never would I ever, like, guess you would ever-”
[ all you need to know, xm cheated on lh with an oc named kang joon and this takes place a few months after he’s caught // xm is considerably broken at this point by how often lh (and friends) has (have) ignored or yelled at him ]
warnings: infidelity, rough sex, pretty fucked up reasoning to have sex in the first place
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Minseok’s breath hitches - sharply and sweetly - with every twist of Lu Han’s fingers inside him and his hands slip off of Lu Han’s shoulders as he tries to scramble close. He seems intent on it, scratching and pawing at Lu Han’s sweaty skin, but he never gets a good hold anywhere and lets the wall support him. His leg is hooked around Lu Han’s hip and his whole body is trying very, very hard to get Lu Han’s fingers to go just a little bit deeper. He can feel Minseok’s body thrum with want and desire and desperation.
As it is, Lu Han isn’t here to do what Minseok wants.
“You like that?” he whispers roughly against Minseok’s cheek, dipping down to bite at his jaw and make him hiss, “Fucking begging for it. Such a whore.”
He hears a whimper, sees Minseok’s stomach tightening with tension, and grins - crooks his fingers and rubs against that spot that always, always makes Minseok scream. He’s had that spot memorized, he’s perfected his technique (because Minseok likes it rough and dirty and quick and just this side of too much).
He has one hand around a handful of Minseok’s ass, pulling one cheek to the side so he can work his fingers in easier, and he lets go of it suddenly, slapping the skin before pulling away entirely. Minseok’s leg slides down bonelessly, and he stays there slumped back against the wall. Panting, hips still jerking slightly (his body missing Lu Han’s fingers, needing them, needing something bigger), and he’s flushed pink, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He’s looking at Lu Han now, blinking sluggishly, and Lu Han just moves further away.
Minseok had come in here looking tired, like he always does lately, and he’d had two cups of coffee. He hadn’t even made eye contact as he’d set one in front of Lu Han and then he’d walked around the conference table to sit across from him. He’d immediately starting talking about the hotel project, stating all his ideas with his eyes fixed on the papers he kept spreading out and then gathering. Nervous - the little nuisances so familiar to Lu Han.
Lu Han had almost felt bad until his gaze flickered past Minseok and to the wall where he’d found them, pressed close - long fingers circle Minseok’s thin wrists like they had the right to, pink lips on Minseok’s, soft laughs as kisses deepened and the fingers tightened.
It’d been too easy, standing up and gesturing Minseok to do the same. It’d been just too easy to corner Minseok against that same wall, pin his wrists at the same place, and work in closer. Minseok had been feverish with desire, all but climbing Lu Han, and it’d been too easy making him strip. Shameless and desperate - apparently a running theme in Minseok’s life.
Lu Han, on the other hand, had kept his clothes on even as his arousal progressed from tingly to painful by having that familiar, beautiful skin under his hands again.
And now, Minseok is slumped against the wall where he ruined everything and Lu Han moves back until he can sit precariously by leaning his weight against the table. He crosses his legs at the ankles and plants his hands on the table on either side of his hips. He smiles, tilting his head, and Minseok flushes and shifts - as if suddenly aware of his nakedness. He shrinks a little and Lu Han smiles wider even as he aches to erase that uncertainty.
“Kneel,” he orders simply and something ugly twists up inside him at how quickly Minseok moves to his knees. Were you like this with him, he thinks about asking as he reaches out to toy with Minseok’s bangs. He usually wears his hair slicked back, but it’s late and he’d run his hand through it nervously too many times.
“Would you let me fuck your mouth, Minseok-ah?” he asks, soft and light.
Minseok starts to say something, something rough and whispered like, anything, yes, yes, whatever you want, but Lu Han is already grabbing him by the hair and pulling him closer. He lets Minseok edge forward and nuzzle his cheek against Lu Han’s erection, peeking up at Lu Han through his eyelashes. He looks uncharacteristically demure, hands curled atop his folded knees because Lu Han hasn’t given him permission to touch him yet.
“You really would let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” Lu Han asks and Minseok just closes his eyes, nosing around Lu Han’s bulge, “You think if I fuck you enough I’ll forget what you did? You think you can win me back using that mouth?”
Minseok doesn’t answer so Lu Han yanks his head away by the hair. Minseok’s eyes open then, wet and dim, and Lu Han works his pants open with his free hand. He slips his cock out, lowering his pants and briefs just enough, and then brings Minseok close again. His mouth closes around the head immediately, sucking and licking before going deeper. He chokes because he tries to get too much of Lu Han’s cock in too fast. He hesitantly brings a hand up and then starts stroking Lu Han’s length, working in rhythm with his mouth.
This isn’t Lu Han’s Minseok. Lu Han’s Minseok would have left an hour ago. Lu Han’s Minseok would never let anyone degrade him like this. But, Lu Han’s Minseok fucked up and Lu Han’s Minseok is groveling and Lu Han’s Minseok looks like he might break.
Minseok moves away to catch his breath but keeps stroking. He looks up at Lu Han and whispers, “Fuck me.” For some reason, what Lu Han hears instead is, hurt me, because that’s what Minseok seems to really want. And, in this conference room, against this wall, Lu Han isn’t feeling particularly sympathetic.
Lu Han runs a hand through Minseok’s sweaty bangs and slips it back to cradle his skull. He brings his fingers together into a fist and moves off the conference table while yanking Minseok sideways and onto his back. Minseok falls back willingly, easily - spread out naked on the carpet, pink and pale everywhere. Lu Han immediately kneels down and crawls over him, nudging his legs apart and settling between them. Minseok hisses as Lu Han rubs his cock against his, rocking his hips torturously slow.
His mind slips into darker places, thinking about whether or not Kang fucking Joon ever gets to see Minseok like this. Whether or not he knows that Minseok falls apart if you nibble at his ears, if you dig your fingers into his hips, if you bite his thighs. He never asked. Minseok had never told him. He’d just insisted he was sorry, so, so sorry, had said it so much that Lu Han started to hate the word. Sorry doesn’t fix things, sorry doesn’t erase the past, sorry doesn’t mean you can cheat on someone and then stubbornly remain in their lives.
Lu Han’s fingers slip into Minseok easily, already so stretched from a few minutes ago, but he hesitates before doing anything else.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, stroking his hands along Minseok’s side - the gesture considerably gentler than his next words, “I don’t want to fuck you without a condom.”
Minseok flushes, and says, “I haven’t - I’m not. I’m clean, Lu Han, please, I-”
“I don’t want to take a chance,” he whispers, moving down to kiss Minseok’s trembling lips, “Remember the last time I trusted you?”
He says it sweetly, lightly, and Minseok squirms under him, pushing at Lu Han’s shoulders so they can look at each other again. He has tears welling up and he sounds pathetic as he begs, “I never let him fuck me, I swear, Lu Han. I promise I never-”
“Shut up,” he says gently, cupping Minseok’s face and watching him suck in a breath to stop his whimpering protests. Sloppy and useless like the rest of him.
“Do you remember last week when you came in with those pastries I love so much?” Lu Han asks, tracing Minseok’s features with his fingers while still working in and out of Minseok with his other hand, “And, you put them in front of me? And, I tossed them aside?”
He sees Minseok swallow heavily, avoiding his gaze, and smiles, saying, “You looked so devastated. I mean, being humiliated like that in front of people you work with? Must have been horrible,” he rolls his hips against Minseok and smiles wider at the little hitch of breath, “And, you teared up and I kept thinking about how what you were feeling was only a tiny, tiny portion of how I felt seeing you,” he digs his fingers into Minseok’s hip, “with him.”
“Lu Han, I-”
“Shut,” he barks, “your,” slips a hand into Minseok’s hair, “fucking,” he yanks his head to the side, exposing a smooth, taut neck and putting his lips against it, “mouth.”
“Lu-”
He grabs Minseok’s face, digging into his cheeks and scrunching up his lips, and hisses, “You have a terrible habit of not following the rules, Minseok-ah. I’m going to fuck that out of you tonight, let you feel it for a week. Squirm in this seat at tomorrow’s meeting and look at him and fucking think about what you lost for some piece of young ass.”
Minseok pulls that face’s so good at - that pretty, pretty, sad face that used to make Lu Han give him anything and now just makes him want to scream.
He doesn’t have a condom and he doesn’t have lube; Minseok is stretched open on fingers and spit, and it’ll burn, it’ll hurt. Lu Han finds that he doesn’t care.
“How did he fuck you, Minseok-ah?” he asks, sing-songing his name with a harsh smile, “I hope he was good,” he lets go of Minseok’s hair to pet it instead, “I hope it was worth it.”
“He never,” Minseok blurts out, body tight with frustration, “I never - fuck, Lu Han, just listen to me for once.”
“But, then again,” Lu Han keeps talking, ignoring Minseok, “one guy couldn’t keep you faithful, what’s to say you just stuck to two guys?” he widens his eyes as if it’s all one, big joke (and it is, it is, that’s all it is, that’s all Lu Han has felt like since that day and that fucking night and Minseok made him into one, big fucking joke), “Who knows, maybe he had to go to a meeting and you felt neglected,” he throws Minseok’s words back at him and watches them land like daggers, each making Minseok flinch, “Maybe you felt like he just didn’t care about you anymore. Maybe he made you feel alone. You know that means you can just fuck someone else, right?”
“I never said it like that,” Minseok bites out, anger in his voice for the first time in months, “Don’t twist my words. I wasn’t excusing what I did, I was trying to explain why I-”
“I’m so sorry you feel misunderstood, Minseok. That must be-”
“Shut up!” Minseok screams, pushing at Lu Han’s shoulders, “Shut the fuck up. I get it, okay? Fine. Fine, fuck. Get off me.”
Lu Han is momentarily startled, but he’s been building on his anger for a long time and he’s not going to go down easy.
“Don’t act like you’re the victim here, Minseok.”
Minseok glares at him, eyes narrowed, and his voice is firm and sharp as he says, “Either fuck me or get off me.”
Lu Han doesn’t know how he decides, because he wants both. He wants to get up and leave, zip up his pants and leave Minseok naked on the conference room floor like a used condom. He wants to see all that restrained strength he can feel under his hands amount to nothing. He wants to somehow take Minseok back to that night and put him in his position, make him live through it. He also wants to kiss Minseok, fuck him up in a different way.
He does the latter, teeth clicking painfully because he does it too fast and too rough. Minseok is right there, though, just as rough and just as fast. He yanks Lu Han’s shirt open and push it over his shoulders so he can get to skin. He scratches up a storm on Lu Han’s shoulders, clawing and gripping. He keeps muttering a mix of I’m sorry and fuck me. But, that’s just Minseok. He’s always fucking sorry.
Lu Han slips his fingers out of Minseok’s ass and he doesn’t waste time slipping his cock into that loose, clenching hole. He sinks in slowly, watches Minseok wince even as his cock leaks precum and strains against his stomach. Once he’s fully seated inside, he pulls back carefully only to sink back in. He keeps it torturously slow, even when Minseok urges, begs, and pleads for him to go faster.
His control only snaps when Minseok, eyes glazed and half closed as he stretches his neck and arches his back, says, “I love you, fuck. I love-”
Snapping his hips forward, he shuts Minseok up, reducing his sentence into a gasp.
“Love,” he bites out, “sounds,” he grabs the hands trying to slip further under his shirt and pins them down against the carpet, “fucking filthy,” he shoves forward to go in deeper and bend Minseok in half, legs hooking around Lu Han’s shoulders, “coming from your mouth.”
“You kissed him with that mouth,” Lu Han says, sneering and fucking into Minseok harder, faster - losing control, “You fucking kissed him with that mouth and you want to say love? You want to tell me you love me?”
Minseok is straining against the tight hold he has on his wrists, but he’s also blabbering nonsense about faster, faster, harder, please, please, and Lu Han wants to wreck him.
“You ruined everything,” Lu Han whispers, hating how broken he sounds, “You fucked everything up for nothing and you love me, huh? You love me so much you kissed someone else. I’ve never been loved that much, Minseok-ah.”
Minseok is squirming in frustration now, frowning just a little, and Lu Han is distracted enough to loosen his grip. That’s all it takes for Minseok to reverse the momentum and flip them over, making Lu Han’s shoulder collide roughly with the wall because they land too close to it. He’s still inside Minseok and his breath stutters with Minseok starts riding him, planting his hands on Lu Han’s chest and working his hips so smoothly, gracefully. He can see Minseok’s muscles working, the sweet slopes of his abs glistening with sweat, and he can see Minseok wrap a hand around his own cock, stroking as he lifts himself up and down.
Lu Han’s hands close around Minseok’s thigh of their own accord, feeling the strength in them. He smoothes his fingers up until he can wrap them around Minseok’s trim hips. He reaches up further and Minseok bends forward just enough for Lu Han to grab at the ends of his hair. He yanks Minseok until he falls forward onto Lu Han’s chest and he wraps his arms around Minseok’s waist. Planting his feet on the carpet and bending his knees, he starts thrusting hard and fast into Minseok.
Minseok tucks his head into Lu Han’s neck and mutters, “I do love you.”
Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, he concentrates on coming. The pressure is building and it’s Minseok’s soft voice saying, come inside me, that somehow pushes him over the edge. He moans and his hips jackrabbit until stuttering to a stop. He pumps into Minseok a few more times before relaxing his body. He rolls Minseok off of him, laying him on his back and sitting up.
He feels dirty, disgusting, and stupid. Minseok is still hard and he can see his mistake dripping out of Minseok’s ass. Looking away, he stands up and zips up his pants. He straightens his shirt and tucks it back into his pants. He runs his hands through his hair a few times and sighs. Minseok has gotten up too, on trembling legs, his thighs a sticky mess, and he’s silently pulling his clothes on. When he looks at Lu Han, he seems hopeful.
“Lu Han-” he starts to say, reaching for him, and Lu Han flinches away.
“Are you looking for pillow talk?” he asks, watching Minseok’s slight, tiny smile fall and his shoulders slump, “I’m not really feeling up to laying down and looking at stars, sorry.”
Minseok looks defeated and he leaves soon after, picking up is papers. He walks gingerly, probably feeling the burn and the mess, and Lu Han slumps back against the wall as soon he’s out of sight. He feels like throwing up. Punching a wall. Something - anything to get this sick, dirty feeling off of him.
He’s never ever treated anyone like he treated Minseok today and it’s Minseok - god, it’s Minseok. This is the boy he went to elementary school with. The boy who taught him how to kiss, the boy who lied for him when they got in trouble, the boy who stood up to bullies that hurt Lu Han, the boy who seemed bigger than life. The boy with the prettiest smile Lu Han has ever seen, and all Lu Han did was find ways to ruin it.
He hates that Minseok has reduced them - all of those memories - to this.
Later, as he showers and feels the scratches on his back sting, he lets himself cry. It’s been months and the wound isn’t healing and he can’t look at Minseok without seeing that night and Joon and he’s so worried it will always be like this.
Lu Han noticed Minseok the first day of the semester when the omega walked in, backpack slung over one shoulder and a cup of coffee in his hand. He placed the backpack neatly under his desk near the front and tossed back the coffee like it was water. Smacking his lips, he got up to throw the cup away and his eyes caught Lu Han’s.
For as much as he’d like to say he noticed Minseok’s smile first or those expressive yet guarded eyes or maybe the little disdainful twitch of his nose, he didn’t. The first that hit him was Minseok’s scent - overpowering in its sweetness, mouth-watering and clean and minty, like the first bite of ice-cream after days of fasting.
Lu Han spent the class trying not to stick his nose into MInseok’s neck.
-
Bae Soobin is exactly the type of alpha that gives the rest of them a bad rep, makes them all look like animals bound by instinct rather than common sense. And, Lu Han doesn’t get why Minseok would ever allow someone like that to touch him.
It’s not his place to question it so he keeps quiet. He watches Soobin lay possessive hands on expanses of skin that don’t belong to him, won’t ever belong to anyone. He watches Minseok wrinkle his nose at Soobin’s beliefs and keeps quiet. He watches Minseok regret his heats and keeps quiet. It isn’t until Minseok tells him about the incident in the coffee shop that he decides to speak up.
He’s always joked a little about them fucking and he’s always sort of meant it. Minseok is beautiful, whip-smart, and his sense of humor is just as lame as Lu Han’s. He’s the sort of omega Lu Han wouldn’t mind being shackled too (even though, he knows he would never take it that far).
So, he pushes the sentiment a bit more aggressively so Minseok will know he’s not joking and is a little more vocal about his sheer contempt for Soobin.
Things work in his favor when Minseok’s heat creeps up.
-
Minseok is antsy when they meet up at Starbucks, keeps squirming in his seat like no position is comfortable, like his skin is itching, like he’s sticky and desperate with the need to be in a tub of ice. Lu Han doesn’t comment on it, though he can tell Minseok is only a day or two away from his heat and constantly being in the presence of an alpha will only make it worse.
He brings it up again - the usual remark about ditching Soobin - and Minseok wrinkles his nose. Then, he says Minseok could just use him and Minseok does that gaping thing he did back when Lu Han said it the first time a month ago.
He lets the topic drop as easily as he’d brought it up and then innocently suggests they study for their upcoming exam, ignoring the way Minseok’s eyes narrow.
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He sneaks into Minseok’s dorm at midnight, having masked his scent with a suffocating amount of cologne. Minseok’s roommate is out and Minseok opens the door with an indulgent smile and a barely noticeable roll of his eyes. Lu Han quickly takes off his cologne drenched sweatshirt and tosses it in a corner.
It’s hot today and Minseok is in a tank-top and sleep shorts. He looks small despite the very obvious muscle definition and his forehead looks damp with sweat. When Lu Han presses a palm against it - ready to make a joke - Minseok flinches away but keeps smiling, leading Lu Han over to his side of the room.
They spread out their notes on the bed between them, Lu Han leaning against the headboard and Minseok against the wall adjacent.
Sometimes their fingers touch and Minseok curls back into himself, has to be coaxed into relaxing over and over until Lu Han wonders what’s wrong.
Then he takes in a deep breath, blatantly trying to catch Minseok’s scent, and he freezes.
Minseok is in heat. Lu Han’s nose was a day or two off and Minseok is at the very beginning of his heat and he still let Lu Han come over. Still, he doesn’t want to assume things - especially not of someone as headstrong as Minseok.
When he looks up, Minseok is looking right at him with wide eyes like he knows exactly where Lu Han’s thoughts are and he seems to come to a decision pretty fast, tossing his notebook aside to crawl towards him.
Lu Han catches him when he drops on his lap with desperate fingers digging into Lu Han’s shoulders and a wet, hot mouth on his, a tongue slipping in. He curls his fingers around Minseok’s neck and his waist, massages there - moving from the waist to his back and from his neck to the curve of his shoulder. Soothing and stabilizing.
Minseok is still panting into his mouth regardless, stealing breathless kisses like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
“Slow down, sweetheart,” he says, run fingers clean down Minseok’s spine and feeling him arch into them. He cups Minseok’s face, thumb settling on his bottom lip and pressing against the soft, wet flesh - transfixed until Minseok whimpers and squirms.
He gathers his wits and grabs Minseok under his arms to set him aside softly so he can push off all the books onto the floor and lay Minseok on the bed instead. And, Minseok goes willingly, fingers hooking in Lu Han’s collar to bring him down between his legs.
“Easy,” he says softly, settling over him and pressing a slow kiss on his lips. Minseok tastes like toothpaste, nearly the exact sort of minty his scent is, and Lu Han finds he can’t get enough of it. He has a hand curled around Minseok’s throat with the thumb pressed under his chin and he moves that thumb up the chin, catches the bump of it to pull Minseok’s mouth open even wider.
He licks in and tries to map and taste everything Minseok gives up to him. The omega is feverish now, sweat beading on his forehead like he’s burning up from the inside out, and the sweet mint of his scent is heightened, making Lu Han dizzy.
Lu Han grins his hips down, works at a pace that mimics sex and seems to render Minseok stupid and mute and senseless. He whispers soothing nonsense against Minseok’s neck, biting at his collarbones and nibbling on his ears. He keeps working until Minseok’s thighs are like vices around his waist and he can barely move, but he grinds down anyway - hard and filthy and perfect.
“Fuck, Lu Han,” Minseok breathes out, dragging his nails down Lu Han’s back and arching up, ankles hooked around the back of Lu Han’s knees. He’s coming, Lu Han realizes - fuck, he’s coming with just a few minutes of friction. Minseok rides his orgasm with his eyes shut and then blinks them open, wet and wide.
Then, Minseok smiles. It’s slow and soft and so beautiful Lu Han can’t help dipping down to taste it. And, then he kisses his way across Minseok’s jaw, under his ear, and finally settling in the crook of Minseok’s neck, sucking bruises. He soaks in Minseok’s scent from where it’s the most prominent, where his pulse is delicate and fast, where Lu Han could dig his teeth and claim him forever, for keeps.
This is why Lu Han rarely fucks omegas in their heat. Something about the pheromones ignites something animal in him, makes him want to possess and own things he has no right to. He doesn’t want a mate, he doesn’t want a relationship, but when Minseok whines, already hardening again, he can’t help but want.
“Thought,” Minseok whispers hoarsely, licking his lips, “Thought about this. Thought about you,” breath hitching when Lu Han slips a hand under his tank-top, laying it over hot skin, “You doing this and me - oh fuck.”
Minseok’s heat is making him more vocal than he’s ever been, especially about his feelings. He looks unguarded and vulnerable.
“Get me out of my clothes,” he orders roughly - and in some ways, the heat has changed nothing. With a smile, Lu Han does just that. He rises to his knees and works on Minseok’s shorts as Minseok yanks off his tank-top and dives for Lu Han’s shirt. He pulls it off, pawing at the skin revealed and leaning forward to kiss his collarbone, fingers sliding up into Lu Han’s hair and holding on tight.
He has his knees folded but he’s lifting his ass off his feet a little to kiss Lu Han under his jaw.
Lu Han grabs his wrists and pushes him back, using the free space to pull his sweatpants all the way off and toss them to the floor. He pulls his boxers off and Minseok follows suit, wiggling his hips to get them off. Once he’s tossed them over to the floor, he yanks Lu Han into a kiss - crawling in between his sprawled legs and making Lu Han’s head slam back against the headboard.
As delirious as Minseok is, when Lu Han’s bites out, get on your knees, he’s surprised at how easily Minseok goes, falling back on his ass first - eyes stuck on Lu Han even as he turns over and then he presses his face against the mattress and raises his hips. His hands fist the sheets when Lu Han comes up behind him, knees down between his spread, quivering legs.
Lu Han rests a hand on Minseok’s hips and the reaction is immediate - a whimper, a sudden arch in his back, and a sharp, stop fucking around.
He grabs a handful of Minseok’s ass with his free hand, squeezing and letting go just to tease him. He slides his hand across the flesh, already reddening with the treatment, and uses his thumb to pull the cheek aside.
Minseok is wet, so unbelievably wet it’s dripping down his thighs, and Lu Han’s mouth waters. He brings his other hand them, uses his other thumb, and holds Minseok open, watches the muscle of his rim widen with the stretch. He can’t help dipping down for a taste, dragging his tongue up the curve of Minseok’s ass before he reaches the rim and can push his tongue in.
There’s resistance (another sharp, you fucking asshole, from MInseok), the muscle tight around Lu Han’s tongue, and Lu Han works patiently, coaxing the rim to let him in. He works his tongue in deeper, feels Minseok’s shiver under his hands, and can’t help letting his teeth scrape against the ridiculously soft skin of his ass.
It makes Minseok jerk and then groan, and Lu Han moves away with a satisfied grin. Minseok looks loose and open already, more lubrication leaking out, and Lu Han reaches around to grab Minseok’s cock. It’s sticky from coming before and he works the shaft with a sweat-slick palm, drawing curses and whimpers out of the omega.
“If you don’t get your dick in me right now, I swear to god I’m going to kill you.”
Lu Han buries his smile against the back of Minseok’s neck and then kisses the skin there, letting his teeth scrape in a hint of something neither of them want but makes them both so hard they can’t think.
Lu Han moves his hand back to Minseok’s ass, finding his hole and slipping two fingers in at once. Minseok keens, head thrown back, and Lu Han works them in hard and fast.
He envelops himself across Minseok’s back, Minseok’s head thrown back against his shoulder, and bites at his ear, whispering so wet, fucking, so wet for me, can’t wait to get me inside you.
Minseok babbles out affirmations, anything fuck anything to get you inside me, and Lu Han’s patience runs out.
He slips his fingers out and goes for Minseok’s side table, pulling out a condom and working sloppy fast to rip it open and put it on. He’s back before Minseok can finish yelling at him, leaving just enough space between them to guide his cock into Minseok.
Minseok’s so wet and tight and hot, but Lu Han slides into him in one languid motion that makes Minseok shake and curse.
He doesn’t wait because Minseok is already grinding his hips back, trying to fuck himself on Lu Han’s cock. He grabs him by the ass and slides out to snap back in. Skin slapping harshly against skin and the slickness of Minseok’s hole makes for filthy, filthy sounds that are nearly overshadowed by Minseok’s babbling about not enough, fuck, faster, Lu Han, please, faster harder fuck.
Lu Han drives in, sets a rough pace that pushes Minseok up and down across the bed with the force of it. He keeps his fingers dug into Minseok’s ass and keeps his eyes on Minseok’s face, turned to the side with his mouth open and eyes shut.
Once he starts watching himself sink in and out of MInseok, he quickens his pace. His knot begins to form just as Minseok comes for a second time tonight.
His pace slows when the knot catches at Minseok’s rim and then locks in, pumping come into the condom and binding them. With a groan, he falls onto Minseok’s back and then turns them to the side, Minseok’s head on his splayed out arm.
He buries his nose to Minseok’s hair and breathes in that sweet mint that seems imprinted into his own skin.
“We,” Minseok breathes out, panting, “should have done this a long time ago.”
He curls a hand around Minseok’s waist as he comes languidly, feeling something primal when he lets his hand slide to Minseok’s belly even though he knows Minseok is on birth control, even though he doesn’t want to knock anyone up, even though there’s a very thick condom stopping him. It’s nature - whether Lu Han wants it or not.
There’s an animal part of him pleased as fuck thinking Minseok’s going to carry his children and he wonders if there’s an equally as irrational part of Minseok hoping the same.
He smiles softly and reaches down to curl his fingers around Minseok’s hardening cock.
The night has barely started.
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Minseok’s hair is wet, curling at the back of his neck, and Lu Han pulls him down on the bed next to him. Minseok’s robe is falling off one shoulder and the ever-present scent of heat is still in the air, though a little less pungent and overpowering.
“If you can help it, never go to Soobin again,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss against Minseok’s temple - almost wishing he did want more and Minseok wanted more and they could just be together. He’s never forced ideals on himself, though, and he’s not going to force them on Minseok.
“I promise,” Minseok says, voice indulgent and sleep-rough.
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There’s something in economics called the Rational Choice Theory which assumes that the consumer will employ logic and maximize his or her profit while minimizing his or her cost. It’s a simple theory, easily applied to various schools of thought, and it makes the mathematical part of economics much easier. It accounts for the notion that the consumer has all the choices laid out and has the proper amount of time to make a decision.
Naturally, humans aren’t as rational as theory would like to say. There are outliers and Minseok thinks those outliers, on a grand scale, must be alphas.
He’s never seen logic evade a large group of people this much.
-
Principles of Microeconomics is a joke, but the professor is this hot PhD student so Minseok makes sure to attend every class. It also doesn’t hurt that there’s this really pretty alpha who always sits in the back row and takes diligent notes.
His skin has been thrumming with restlessness ever since the semester started. The omega dorms are the rundown version of the alpha and beta dorms, and the omegas act like Minseok has some sort of contagious disease ever since he talked about having had sex in high school.
(”You lost your virginity to some quarterback at fifteen and you didn’t even mate?”)
Sex for the sake of sex seems to be a foreign concept. He’d hoped something would change in college, but omegas still seem to be the same prickly, pressed conservatives as they were in high school.
He hates his roommate, the food sucks, and he really needs to get laid. If that pretty alpha would ever look up from his notes, Minseok thinks he could solve all his problems.
-
The etiquette class is fun in the same way perhaps peeling off your nails might be fun.
The professor is a weary old beta with an overbite and huge glasses. Minseok wants to throw up every time she says proper omegas. Proper omegas do this. Proper omegas do that. Proper omegas roll over and act like rugs, holes, or whatever the situation calls for.
Minseok raises his hand one day - asks, “So, basically, omegas are supposed to live like glorified pets?”
“Well,” the professor had said, frozen smile and narrowed eyes, “if you’re into collars.”
-
The pretty alpha is there when Minseok comes to class half an hour early hoping to go over some notes for the exam - put in that last-minute sprint before he inevitably fails. The alpha is bent over his notebook, scribbling and chewing on his bottom lip. His dark, sweeping eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks and Minseok really just wants to suck his dick.
When he unceremoniously dumps his stuff into the seat next to him, the alpha looks up and gives him a nod.
Minseok doesn’t have an inflated ego or anything (maybe) but he’s sort of used to alphas tripping up around him, looking like stupid, little boys as they try to garner his attention. He’s even used to roughness, alphas handling him and cornering him and propositioning with an absurd sort of confidence - because society seems to have taught them they have the right to any omega they come across.
He’s not used to politeness.
The alpha is back to his notes and Minseok has a sudden flash of a thought - a sudden image of him kneeling between his legs and taking the alpha into his mouth, another image of the alpha smiling down at him, his sweet eyes becoming half-moons as he reaches to cradle the back of Minseok’s head, an image of the alpha whispering, fucking take it. And, Minseok would. Minseok would take anything this alpha has to give.
That itch, that restlessness which has accompanied Minseok halfway into this semester, seems to have grown tenfold in the span of two minutes.
The thing is, Minseok was raised a certain way. He’s used to certain things - he’s used to independence, he’s used to comfort, he’s used to respect.
And, he’s used to getting every alpha he wants.
-
Minseok runs into the alpha at Starbucks while he’s trying to help the barista spell his name (he’s grown tired of how many of his americanos have had Minsuck or Minsock written on them with a little smiley face). The barista is trying to awkwardly pronounce it while frowning down at the spelling and Minseok is trying to pretend she’s succeeding.
After getting his americano, he finds a secluded corner and pulls out his laptop. He’s scrolling through some slides when the sofa next to him is suddenly occupied by the pretty alpha (Han Lu, he thinks, because that’s what the professor had said when he’d passed back the exams).
Minseok had really thought he’d get over his little whatever it was that happened every time the alpha came near him - especially after he’d lost out on the highest score in the class by one percent to the alpha - but it seems to have gotten worse.
He’s bombarded with images again even as the alpha misses the straw by a mile and has to absently stick out his tongue trying to catch the tip of it. And, he’s drinking a frappuccino. Minseok is sort of disgusted with himself for still wanting to suck his dick.
“Yo, aren’t you the omega from Micro?”
Minseok narrows his eyes (because, really? “Yo”? “The omega”?) and the alpha immediately flushes, scrambling with his frappuccino in an attempt to set it on the little table between their sofas.
“Yes, I am,” Minseok says with a smile and Han Lu fumbles with the tablet on his lap. There it is, he thinks with satisfaction - an alpha tripping.
-
Han Lu says he’s Lu Han, speaks (very sloppy, highly endearing) Korean because he did high school there, sounds really sexy when he talks in Mandarin, and is the first friend Minseok has made in college.
Lu Han is sweet, a little tactless (he had suggested they do homework together in the alpha dorms and then had seemed really confused when Minseok had stared at him), and probably the weirdest person he’s ever met. The face he makes when he laughs makes Minseok forget (momentarily) how badly he wants to have sex with him. His fashion sense is atrocious and his writing is illegible - a mix of print and cursive that gives Minseok a headache.
He plays soccer with Minseok on the weekends and introduces him to some of his friends (apparently hot Chinese boys just naturally hang out together).
Lu Han is, in a sense, the rational consumer Minseok thinks he’s been looking for all along.
-
His heat had never been a source of grief for Minseok until he got to college and encountered meaner alphas, stricter omegas, and really ridiculous dorm rules. Now, when he feels that familiar prickle of warmness in his belly, he groans.
In high school, he’d had a circle of trusted alphas who he went to for heats - alphas that didn’t try to press further than they were allowed to, alphas who were really just in it for the sex.
In college, the alpha he trusts is Lu Han but for once, he’s afraid of ruining a friendship over a heat.
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Then, he meets Bae Soobin.
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There’s a concept called opportunity cost, which deals with the relationship between scarcity and choice. Let’s say you party all weekend instead of studying for the exam you have on monday. The good grade you could have gotten with studying is the opportunity cost of partying.
If Minseok applies this to his life, he supposed Lu Han is the opportunity cost of dating Soobin.
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Soobin is a business major but some of their classes overlap - they’re in the same statistics class. Minseok had barely noticed the alpha until he’d sauntered up to him before class one day and had said, “I missed last class. Can I take pictures of your notes?”
Minseok’s initial reaction had been to scoff, but the alpha was hot so Minseok moved his notebook over and let the boy take pictures. Next class, he dropped an americano on Minseok’s table and grinned, all charm, before saying, “I noticed you sort of live on this stuff. Thanks for last time.”
Despite the innocent sentiment, the whole exchange left behind a sticky feeling Minseok couldn’t fight off. Regardless, when Soobin asks him out a week later, he agrees. When he tells Lu Han and the alpha wrinkles his nose at Soobin’s name (rolling it in his mouth like it left a bad taste), Minseok brushes it off.
He can feel his heat coming.
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The circle of alphas he’d had in high school seem like little boys compared to Soobin, who is imposing at six feet and has features that seemed delicately, painstakingly carved out. He has dark eyes and his hair always gets into it, so he always pushes it back - strands falling back into their place all smooth and simple.
He’s strong - he can grab Minseok around the waist and hoist him up, push him against the wall and fuck him until he’s babbling. His stomach is smooth, toned - pretty slopes of slightly defined abs. He doesn’t waste time dirty-talking, doesn’t build up, doesn’t coddle Minseok. He fucks like the animal part of him is fighting to get out and that makes Minseok forgive his considerably shitty personality.
Soobin never crosses the line despite the shit he says - about how omegas need to be controlled, how alphas are necessary leaders in packs or families, about how these progressive movements of the modern age are going to make society crumble in on itself - and he treats Minseok with respect.
That is, until he doesn’t.
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"Why do you always hang out with that Chinese kid?”
Minseok bristles immediately under Soobin’s curt, accusing, dismissive tone, but he keeps a smile on his face as he turns towards the alpha. They’re in a crowded bakery slightly off campus and Soobin has an arm draped across Minseok’s chair. They look like a mated couple for all anyone knows and the imagery makes him feel queasy.
“Lu Han is my best friend.”
Soobin frowns and then rolls his eyes, making another sharp spike of irritation shoot up inside Minseok. The alpha is sprawled out, legs spread and bent so he can fit the length of them under the table. There’s a relentless confidence in Soobin that had been attractive at first but now just feels annoying.
"Make omega friends, babe.”
Minseok’s smile freezes and his tone is level - calm - as he asks, “Why can’t I have alpha friends?”
Soobin just looks at him like he’s a silly little omega with subpar intelligence, a delicate soul - or, whatever the fuck that stupid expression means.
“Omegas aren’t friends with alphas,” Soobin explains, slowly as if Minseok is a child testing his patience, and Minseok sort of wants to knock his perfect, white teeth out.
“Do you live in the 18th century, babe?”
Soobin’s eyes narrow at the mocking tone and he sounds decidedly angry when he says, “You don’t know how alphas work, Minseok. They only want one thing from omegas and it sure as fuck isn’t friendship. When I tell you to do something, just do it.”
Minseok grins - fuck, this kid is a piece of shit - and straightens up, puts his foot down and turns his body in the chair until he’s facing Soobin dead on.
“And, what makes you think you can control me?”
Soobin looks confused, offended.
“I’m your alpha.”
“No,” Minseok says sweetly, “You’re the glorified dildo I use for my heats because I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Lu Han.”
It takes a while for the words to sink in, but he knows when they do because Soobin’s eyes flash red and he looks feral. In a flash, he grabs a handful of Minseok’s hair at the nape of his neck, yanking him close and hissing, “What the fuck did you just say, you little whore? Be a good bitch and never speak to me like that again,” against his mouth.
It only takes a sharp kick against one of the legs of Soobin’s chair to make him loosen his hold and it takes another quick movement to shake him off completely. Once he’s free, he stands up and grabs Soobin exactly where the alpha had grabbed him. He uses Soobin’s blatant underestimation of him in his favor and slams the alpha’s head down against the table.
The little plate of pastries and their coffee cups rattle, and the bakery goes deathly silent.
“Watch your mouth, babe,” MInseok says dryly.
The door chimes when he leaves the bakery but Minseok can barely hear it over Soobin’s yells - the alpha spouting slurs and making noise as he cradles a hand around his broken nose.
Minseok doesn’t bother stopping - he already knows he’ll have the alpha under his heel during his next heat regardless.
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Lu Han thinks the whole ordeal is hilarious and when he laughs, eyes crinkling and pink mouth stretched wide, Minseok barely remembers Soobin.
-
Weeks later, Lu Han casually asks, “Why don’t you just use me for your heats instead of that spoiled little douche?” and Minseok nearly chokes on the walnut shrimp he’d been shoving into his mouth. It’s 10 p.m. and they’d both just finished the last of their midterms and decided to overeat in an attempt to ignore how completely fucked their GPAs were.
Minseok gapes at the alpha and Lu Han just shrugs, steals some of Minseok’s shrimp and puts it into his own plate.
“You’re serious?”
“As serious as the future of our economy, Minseok,” Lu Han says gravely, hand over heart.
Minseok jokingly makes threatening gestures with his fork, but the thought sticks to the back of his head anyway, festering and growing until he squirms in his seat.
Seems like his GPA isn’t the only thing completely fucked.
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When it does happen, it’s strangely anti-climatic. Lu Han snuck into Minseok’s dorm a few hours ago and they’re doing their homework. Lu Han suddenly freezes and sniffs the air, little nose twitching.
Minseok has never jumped on an alpha faster.
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“Wait, you decided to fuck Soobin using economics?”
disorganized porn/fluff drabbles with lyrics from here for mai (@bulbaseok)
my heart melts at your smile;
They meet at a gas station - Minseok is trying to yank the hose over his truck (because he parked at the wrong station) and Baekhyun is sitting in a car right behind (because his friend is filling up the gas and they did park at the right station). So, he just watches Minseok struggle and curse and get shoved against his truck by the force of pulling the hose too tight. He looks sort of pathetic and Baekhyun has little giggles that keep bubbling up inside him the harder he tries.
Eventually, he just gets out of the car and helps him out - ignoring the way Minseok turns to him with a flushed, sweaty face and narrowed eyes. His thanks is muttered softly and Baekhyun grins - wide and sweet.
He leans against the truck as Minseok starts filling the gas, sending him uncomfortable side-glances once in a while.
“I’m Baekhyun,” he says, sticking out his hand.
“I’m not interested.”
“Damn,” he says, retracting his hand and grinning wider, “Quite the ego you got there. Just being friendly.”
Minseok turns to him with a frosty smile (eyes big with a threatening edge to them) and says, “Still not interested.”
Baekhyun thinks, no matter how much Minseok rolls his eyes and calls him a liar, that’s exactly when he fell in love.
when our eyes meet
Baekhyun thinks he could live for a thousand years and never see anything as beautiful as Minseok on his knees - eyes half closed and heated and his lips on Baekhyun’s cock. He’s got a thick bottom lip and sometimes Baekhyun likes to rest the tip of his cock there, torture himself and Minseok alike, before sinking in like Minseok’s mouth was made just for this.
Today, Minseok is wearing one of Baekhyun’s shirts and tight briefs with long socks. He looks like something out of questionable porn and Baekhyun can’t seem to get enough. He’d been pushed into the sofa about ten minutes ago and Minseok had crawled between his legs with a wicked smile on his lips that did wicked things to Baekhyun’s thighs before reaching his cock.
Minseok keeps his fingers dug into Baekhyun’s thighs as he bobs up and down, sinking all the way and then moving back with his tongue tracing the underside of Baekhyun’s cock. It’s a maddening routine, makes him feel boneless, but Minseok is in control and he’s just the helpless victim.
After his tenth frustrated groan, Minseok moves off of Baekhyun’s cock with an exaggerated pop and a wink. He shifts up onto the sofa, folding his knees on either side of Baekhyun (slightly trembling) thighs.
He puts his hands on Baekhyun’s shoulders primly, tilting his head a little, and says, “Happy birthday, asshole,” right before he grabs Baekhyun’s cock and sinks down in one fluid motion.
Maybe later he’ll hear about how his weird borderline schoolboy kink is fucking gross, but the flush in Minseok’s cheeks means something else and he looks so painfully hard as he grinds himself down on Baekhyun.
my heart pounds
Baekhyun’s cheek is going to have the imprint of the bathroom’s tacky wall pattern for days if Minseok has anything to do with it. He’s babbling a little, nails scratching uselessly at the wall in an attempt to get some stability that isn’t part of Minseok’s anatomy.
He admits maybe he ran his mouth a little earlier, that maybe making fun of Minseok’s age wasn’t the best idea at Minseok’s 26th birthday party. That maybe the jokes about needing viagra were dragged on for too long to really be funny anymore. And, maybe he should have noticed the way Minseok’s lip stretched out into a smile but his eyes narrowed.
Regardless, remorse is hard to come by when Minseok is grinding his cock deep into him and saying he wants to make Baekhyun feel it in his throat.
Baekhyun is gasping a little, moans coming out all pathetic and breathless, and he can feel Minseok’s smirk against the back of his neck - can feel the drag of his teeth now and then.
“Gonna fuck you useless,” Minseok growls out, pushing into him particularly hard and forcing a muted scream out of him.
The bathroom isn’t dirty, but everything about the setting is. Their friends are outside and they must be wondering (and making accurate guesses) about where they’ve disappeared off to for thirty minutes now. The filthiness of it makes Baekhyun’s stomach feel tight, makes his cock hard.
It only takes a sharp, accurate thrust to render him blind and mute as he comes and comes and comes between his own thighs, Minseok’s hand tight around him.
this is what i think of you
He doesn’t like calling it an obsession. He’d say it’s more like a fixation. The meaning might be the same but fixation sounds a little more respectable. Either way, he thinks the world starts and ends on the arch of Minseok’s back.
He has firm, tight muscles that make his waist seem tiny and when he sinks his stomach down and pushes his shoulders up, Baekhyun’s brain short-circuits.
Minseok rarely lets him have this, rarely gets wound up enough to press his face into the mattress and whisper, fuck me please. Kim Minseok doesn’t beg - he politely threatens or quietly stares until you feel compelled to cater to his every whim. Kim Minseok definitely doesn’t whine and call himself Baekhyun’s dirty little slut.
The slap of skin against skin nearly filters out Minseok’s little babbling nonsense of faster or there, there, fuck, right there or helpless, heedless moans.
Baekhyun squeezes Minseok’s ass, pulling at the cheeks and thumbing at his rim to watch his cock sink in deeper with each sharp thrust. His fingers slip on sweaty skin, so he digs his nails in - wants to leave marks regardless.
Minseok’s head is hanging sluggishly between his shoulder, one arm holding the headboard, knuckles white. His other arm is reaching behind him, hand curling around Baekhyun’s hips. Baekhyun grabs that hand and pins it against the small of Minseok’s back. The loss of balance makes his other arm tremble and lose its grip on the headboard.
He lets his head fall into the mattress and turns it to the side, giving Baekhyun a beautiful view of his slack mouth and glazed, half-closed eyes. He looks blissful, content - as if Baekhyun’s cock up his ass is the end-all, be-all of happiness.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Baekhyun is thrusts in harder, knocks the breath out of him, and smiles at how Minseok is able to mutter out, fuck you, even as he’s being screwed boneless.
you’re beautiful
Minseok smells like Baekhyun’s cologne and he looks like he just woke up after days of being asleep. His usually impeccable hair is a mess, he has a thin, white shirt pulled over him that’s half-buttoned and buttoned wrong. He has on red briefs that are most likely Baekhyun’s and his lips are bitten red, puffy and used.
He looks the sort of sin Baekhyun would damn himself for over and over again.
Shifting a little in bed, he manages to sling an arm across Minseok’s waist and Minseok immediately curled into him, forehead resting on Baekhyun’s shoulder. He wraps his own arm around his waist and lets it slide across Baekhyun’s skin to rest gently on his ass.
He mouths at Baekhyun’s collarbone as he sinks his fingers into Baekhyun’s ass, casually pumping them in and out - the hole already slippery with Minseok’s come and lube.
Baekhyun groans, muffling it against Minseok’s hair, and rolls them over until he’s sitting up on Minseok’s thighs. He grabs Minseok’s hands and pins them above his head.
A soft, slow smile lights up Minseok’s face, eyes heavy and fluttering.
Beautiful, he thinks for maybe the hundredth time and in fear of saying it out loud, he dips down for a kiss.
Luhan gets to have Minseok's attention. Luhan gets to promote in China with Minseok by his side shooting him adoring looks. Luhan gets to pretend kiss Minseok on stage. But, it's Jongin who has Minseok on his knees for him in a secluded corner behind the stage.
"Fuck," Jongin breathes out and Minseok digs his nails into the back of his thighs in warning.
Minseok is looking up at him with a mouthful of cock, eyes half-closed and wicked, and Jongin has never really had self-control. His hips jerk as Minseok does something amazing with his tongue and Minseok chokes, pulling back to replace his mouth with his hand.
He's smiling, lips red and wrecked.
Jongin grabs his head by the hair and pulls him forward, slapping Minseok's hand away and grabbing his cock with his own hand. He holds Minseok still and rubs the head across Minseok's jaw, feeling strangely powerful.
Minseok's tongue slips out to lick and taste and Jongin tightens his hold on Minseok's hair.
A little gasp leaves Minseok's mouth and Jongin rubs his dick between his lips, pushing the skin up.
Minseok narrows his eyes, not used to anything except reverence from Jongin, but he stays on his knees obediently.
"I want to mess you up," Jongin confesses, rubbing his cock against Minseok's cheek and painting the skin with precome. "I want you the way no one else can have you."
Minseok runs a hand up from Jongin's thigh to his stomach, spreading his fingers as he licks the head of Jongin's dick.
Jongin pulls away and Minseok follows, eyes fixed on the prize.
To be able to reduce Minseok into a needy, desperate boy feels unfamiliar and exhilarating. The empowerment only lasts until Minseok surges forward, gripping Jongin's hips and pinning them back against wall, and takes him into his mouth completely.
Like he was starving for it.
He licks and sucks and goes too slow and too fast and Jongin feels dizzy.
His hips jerk out once and twice and Minseok takes it all in, swallows and licks. He wrings Jongin's orgasm out of him with experienced little moves that make Jongin's legs weak and leave him a whimpering mess, head thrown back against the wall as he tries to catch his breath.
Minseok stands up and Jongin opens his eyes to see Minseok wiping his mouth, eyes big and innocent.
He looks like something out of his more fucked up fantasies.
He presses forward, rubbing his clothed erection against Jongin's bare dick, making him hiss, and looks up at him with a smile.
"You have me," he says, "You can do whatever you want to me."
Jongin is still dazed, but he registers the lightness in Minseok's voice, the easy promises like he's placating a child. Minseok doesn't give himself to anyone.
"I love you," Jongin whispers, the muted noises from the concert making him feel anxious.
Minseok kisses the corner of his mouth, wrapping his arms around Jongin's waist, and says, "I love you, too."
He sounds sweet and childish.
Jongin finds the tone doesn't quite match Minseok's dirty knees or the taste of come on his tongue.
