#147: Swaghetti and Memeballs
Prompt: #147
Title: Swaghetti and Memeballs
Pairing: Jongdae/Minseok (side Baekhyun/Chanyeol and Kyungsoo/Lu Han)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage drinking, underage sex (consensual), cursing, alphas and omegas sharing a dorm, heat sex.
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: Jongdae sometimes wishes he had better friends. However, there are times he is glad they’re around.
Author’s note: thank you the mods for their endless patience, and the prompter deserves an award because this was super cute and I’m terribly sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Failed smut is a fail, and I couldn’t help myself but add baekyeol because I am week in the knees for my otp.
*_*
Jongdae’s friends were terrible. He’s known that for years, ever since the time Chanyeol convinced him to go skinny dipping in the dark back when they were still in middle school, or the time Baekhyun convinced him to steal the answer sheet for their next math test. Or that summer he ended up being chased by a gang of ajhummas. Or the time he nearly died in the woods, hunted down by a fucking grizzly bear while Chanyeol laughed his ass off in the distance. Or any other time those two got him to do anything life-threatening or mind-numbingly stupid. This happened embarrassingly often.
So, really, Jongdae should have known better than to accept a bet. In his defence, Jongdae had been drunk. Baekhyun was a lightweight, slurring his words even with only three beers in his system; however, Chanyeol could drink them under the table any time. The alcohol had been sneaked in by Baekhyun’s older brother during his monthly visit, and the boys were taking full advantage of their long weekend by getting wasted in their tiny living room, Kyungsoo peacefully snoring on his bed. Oh, how Jongdae wished he’d gone to bed, too.
The bet had been stupid: Chanyeol said Jongdae couldn’t fit three whole donuts in his mouth, for whatever reason, Jongdae said he could, Baekhyun had called bullshit. In the end, they drunkenly stumbled across campus towards the 24/7 café and ordered a box of twelve donuts to go. Except they didn’t go back to their room, because it seemed too far away to their inebriated minds; they ended up plopping down on the soccer field and staying there, deciding they were comfortable enough.
The first donut had been simple; the second took a little more time to adjust. When it was time to fit the third donut, however, Jongdae discovered he couldn’t do it. He tried, he really did, but his mouth refused the donut.
Baekhyun was laughing hysterically next to him, rolling around in the ground and successfully covering his omega scent with the dirt. (Admittedly, that had been the entire reason they were getting drunk in the first place; Baekhyun was about to go into heat, and he had no one to knot him.) Chanyeol smirked at him and promised to let him know his punishment.
*_*
Jongdae woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and missing contacts. He was lying face down on the grass, Chanyeol snoring somewhere to his right. Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen - or smelt, considering Jongdae was blind for the time being. Jongdae groaned, rolling over onto his side until he was facing the alpha.
“Yo,” Jongdae nudged Chanyeol’s body with his foot, “Dude, wake up. I need your help.” Chanyeol made a grunting noise, rolled over and resumed his snoring.
What a friend, Jongdae thought.
He had no idea why his contacts were gone; he was pretty sure he hadn’t taken them off last night. Or did he? Maybe his drunken mind had been mean to him. Maybe Baekhyun had tried to poke his eyes out. Again.
Jongdae cursed as he patted around on the grass. Unless Chanyeol miraculously woke up and helped him get back to his dorm, he had to find his contacts immediately. He was probably quiet the view; squinting through his headache, on all fours and mumbling as he searched in the dirt, a passed out alpha next to him.
“This is unfair,” Jongdae whined, “I never do anything bad, why is this happening to me?” He trashed around for a while, feet kicking the ground in a childish tantrum.
“Are you ok?” came a voice from above. It sounded amused. Jongdae stopped his movements and looked up. This person - an alpha male, from the tone and his scent - had his back to the sun, so his face was shrouded in darkness. And even if he hadn’t, Jongdae was still blind, so there was no hope for him to make out any facial features in the nearby future.
“Uh, sort of?” Jongdae said, “I can’t find my contact lenses. I have no idea where they might be, either.” Jongdae was proud of himself for being able to talk so coherently in his state of misery.
“Oh,” a pause, “I’ll help you search.”
Jongdae could make out the guy kneeling down next to him, but instead of patting the ground aimlessly, he seemed to be using his sight only to search, the lucky bastard. Ten minutes later and Jongdae was about ready to cry.
“This is useless,” he lamented, “I’m gonna have to use my glasses. I’m gonna look like a twelve year old again,” Jongdae had grumbled the last sentence, but the guy seemed to have heard because he chuckled. It was the second time he seemed entertained by Jongdae’s misfortune. Jongdae whined.
“Hey, if you want I could -” except Jongdae never got to know what the guy could do, because in that moment Chanyeol groaned out and stumbled to get up.
“Jongdae?” Chanyeol sounded like he’d been hit by a truck. Jongdae loved that. “What are you doing on the ground?”
“I lost my contacts,” Jongdae said, “You’re gonna have to help me get back to the dorm.” Jongdae could make out the blurry sight of Chanyeol dragging a hand down his face before offering it to Jongdae, which he gladly took.
“Thank you, for helping me search,” Jongdae squinted to look at the guy, trying to figure out if he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn’t see shit.
“That’s ok, I’m sorry you couldn’t find your contacts, though,” the guy raised a hand in what Jongdae guessed was a wave and walked away.
*_*
Thank God it was only Saturday, or else Jongdae would have been forced to endure eight hours of sitting in a classroom with thirty other rowdy teenagers and teachers that would most likely see right through his façade and give him detention for drinking, not to mention call his parents and he was already a disappointment enough for them, being the only omega in a family of alphas and all. Jongdae spent the day under his blankets, nursing his hangover with coffee and chicken soup Kyungsoo had cooked for them in their kitchen. Jongdae was so glad the dorms were like tiny apartments sometimes, even if he had to share a bathroom with three other guys and had to sleep in the same room as Byun Baekhyun and his puppy like yelps.
A week passed and Jongdae had forgotten all about the bet; he’d worn glasses for a few days until Kyungsoo reminded him of the extra pair he owned and Jongdae was more than happy to ditch the thick frames around his eyes. Until Chanyeol walked in, tie loose around the collar of his shirt and a shit eating grin on his face. Jongdae was on their crappy couch, the one they had dragged there one summer from the alley behind a bar, eating a sandwich and watching the season finale rerun of Supernatural. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo could be heard tinkering about in their tiny kitchen.
“I am here to collect our bet,” Chanyeol announced.
“Really? I thought it was because you lived here,” Kyungsoo muttered under his breath. The tiny beta seemed to have no patience for Chanyeol or Baekhyun. He liked Jongdae, though.
“Soo,” Chanyeol whined. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at him and retreated to his room (which he shared with Chanyeol, of all people.) “Anyway, Jongdae! I know what you’re gonna do.”
Jongdae got a sense of dread as he looked at his friend. He didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“I believe you know Kim Minseok? The alpha, captain of the soccer team? Super popular?” Chanyeol said. Jongdae nodded.
“I want you to ask him out.”
Jongdae stared at his friend in confused silence for a minute. Then his words sunk in and Jongdae screeched.
“You want me to do what?” Jongdae spluttered.
“I want you to ask Kim Minseok out,” Chanyeol said simply. Then he frowned, “What’s that smell?”
“Baekhyun dying in our room,” Jongdae supplied distractedly. His mind was too preoccupied with his thoughts of oh fuck I have to ask Kim Minseok out I don’t even know him we’ve never said a single word to each other oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m gonna kill Chanyeol and his stupid pea-sized brain.
*_*
The next morning, he had Lu Han over, Kyungsoo’s boyfriend and currently the only connection Jongdae had to Kim Minseok; Lu Han was a front runner in the soccer team and was supposedly Kim Minseok’s best friend.
Jongdae was cranky; he had to stay in Chanyeol and Kyungsoo’s room because the alpha had offered to help Baekhyun out with his heat. Jongdae had no idea why the school allowed alphas and omegas to room together. He and Kyungsoo had stayed up all night, unable to go to sleep with their roommates being so loud on the other side of the thin, thin wall.
So when Lu Han walked in, all cheery smiles and kind greetings, Jongdae resisted the urge to snap at him. He wasn’t an over-temperamental alpha, no; Jongdae was a sweet, cuddly omega who liked being coddled. Chanyeol always said he was whiny and needy, but Jongdae preferred the term “high-maintenance”.
Lu Han was a particularly strong alpha, and he definitely picked up the scent of Baekhyun’s heat the second he walked in. One look at the dark bags under his boyfriend’s eyes and the pieces seemed to click together in his mind because he smiled and said, “Rough night?”
“By the sounds of it, yes.” Kyungsoo grumbled. Lu Han laughed, swung an arm over the small boy’s shoulders and cooed at him, “You’re so cute, Kyungie.”
Jongdae was amazed Lu Han was still alive, considering the last person to ever call Kyungsoo cute and get away with it was his mother. Kyungsoo grumbled some more but didn’t detach himself from Lu Han.
They sat down at the kitchen table, Jongdae nervously biting his nails while Kyungsoo explained the situation to Lu Han. Lu Han’s smile only got wider as the story progressed, and by the end of it he looked positively evil and Jongdae finally understood why he and Kyungsoo got along so well. They were both devil spawn.
“I hate Chanyeol so much,” Jongdae whined and slumped in his seat, “I’ve never said two words to the guy in my life, I don’t even know if he’s gay!” he covered his face with his hands in a poor attempt to disappear from the world. Lu Han chuckled in front of him.
“Don’t worry, Jongdae-ah. Minseokkie likes guys.”
Jongdae peeked at him through a gap of his fingers, “He does? But I thought he dated that chick Minah from the theatre club?”
“Ok, so maybe he likes girls too, he’s bisexual, whatever,” Lu Han waved a hand in the air. He then added as an afterthought, “Do you like guys?”
Jongdae blushed down to his neck. Kyungsoo snorted.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Lu Han said. Jongdae still hadn’t taken his hands off his face, and he wasn’t planning on doing it anytime soon. Not until his blush had died down, anyway.
Lu Han then proceeded to list off a series of Minseok’s attributes to Jongdae:
“He is super good at soccer, even better than me.
“He likes coffee a lot, especially espresso, and can make a killer pumpkin spiced latte.
“Did you know he can also dance really well? Not as good as Yixing, my roommate, but he’s pretty good.
“He’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen, next to Kyungsoo and Yixing in the mornings.
“He hates being called cute, though.
“He likes horror movies a lot, so if you invite him to watch one he’ll probably say yes.”
Jongdae mulled over the information in his mind; he liked coffee too, and was pretty confident in his skills at preparing espressos. He wasn’t a big fan of sports though. He did enjoy horror movies, and the dancing was out of the picture immediately because Jongdae had two left feet.
“Is there any moment of the day when I might catch him alone?” Jongdae asked timidly, “I don’t wanna make a fool of myself in front of others.”
Lu Han gave him a soft smile and said, “Well, he is usually in his room around eleven am, he has a free period then and uses the time to catch up on homework. His dorm is 4B, Pavlov hall.”
*_*
On Wednesday at eleven, Jongdae faked a stomach ache and got a slip from his chemistry professor to go lie down. Careful not to be seen by anyone, he sneaked out of the school building and hurried across campus towards the Pavlov hall. Once there, he took the stairs to the second floor and looked for 4B.
He stopped in front of the door. Jongdae’s heart was beating loudly in his ears, his hands were clammy and his mouth was dry; the nerves were killing him. It’s not like he had a thing for the alpha. They had never met, and Jongdae had only seen him in passing in the hallways and during soccer matches. And yet here he was, about to knock on his door and ask him out. Fucking Chanyeol and his stupid bets. Fucking Baekhyun, he was a terrible friend for not backing him up.
Jongdae took a few deep breaths, counted to ten in his mind and knocked three times. The door flew open immediately and Jongdae was met with the sight of Kim Minseok, a flicker of recognition in the alpha’s eyes before he smiled dazedly and said, “Yes?”
Jongdae’s tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. For the first time, he was seeing Minseok up close, and he realized the boy was actually very handsome. He had a cute, gummy smile and he seemed quite gentle, too.
“I, uh,” Jongdae stammered, “I’m Kim Jongdae, and uh, I was wondering if -”
Fuck, he couldn’t do this. Minseok was peering at him curiously, head tilted to the side and Jongdae couldn’t help but agree with Lu Han; he was cute.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me,” Jongdae rushed out, trying to look as small as possible so the older boy would go easy on him with his rejection. To his surprise, Minseok’s smile widened and said, “I’d love to!”
Jongdae stared at him, dumbfounded. “I - what? Did you just say yes?”
Minseok laughed a little. “I did, yeah.”
Jongdae couldn’t believe his ears. At first, he thought Minseok was playing with him, but the boy was looking at him in a way that had Jongdae thinking that maybe he meant it.
“Great!” Jongdae exclaimed, genuinely happy, “I’ll pick you up on Friday at say, seven? Is that ok with you?”
“Sure, but I’d like to pick you up, though,” Minseok said, biting his lower lip. Jongdae's mind short-circuited.
“Oh, but um, I was actually planning on watching a movie at my dorm? I heard you like horror, so I figured…” Jongdae trailed off, not sure how to continue the sentence. Minseok made an ‘ah’ sound and nodded cutely. Jongdae almost asked him if he was sure he was an alpha, because his cuteness was definitely omega material.
Jongdae stuttered out a goodbye and scurried off, Minseok’s “See you on Friday, Jongdae-ah!” following him all the way back to his dorm.
*_*
From: byunbaek
DUDE THERES A CUTE DO GOUTSIDE
To: byunbaek
OMG SAY HI TO IT FOR ME
From: byunbaek
Do you think ksoo would get mad at me if I bring it home
To: byunbaek
He’d prob kick u out tbh
*_*
The following week, Jongdae felt inexplicably drawn by Kim Minseok. He found himself staring at the older boy across the hallway, started going with Kyungsoo to soccer practice every day with the excuse of getting away from their roommates, and anytime Jongdae got a whiff of the alpha’s scent, his inner wolf would start clawing at his chest. How he knew what the alpha smelled like eluded him.
His friends noticed; of course they did, those three had nothing better to do than make his life miserable. Even Kyungsoo, who’d always been so nice to him, started giving him knowing looks when they passed each other on their way to class. Chanyeol and Baekhyun would smirk at him every goddamn hour of the day. It was unnerving, to say the least.
When Friday finally arrived, Jongdae woke up with a distinctive feeling in his stomach; he felt dazed for a few minutes, and it wasn’t until he walked in the kitchen and Chanyeol stiffened that he felt the prickling in his skin and he rounded on Baekhyun, who looked like a deer caught in headlights, and attempted to throttle his roommate.
“You son of a bitch!” Jongdae screamed, lunging for Baekhyun’s throat, “Why can’t you control your stupid hormones?!”
Baekhyun flailed, diving between the couch and the wall and Jongdae nearly went after him if it weren’t because in that moment Lu Han emerged from Kyungsoo’s room, smug smirk plastered on his face. Kyungsoo trailed after him, cheeks tinted red.
Jongdae gaped, eyes darting between the two in shock before he turned to Chanyeol and asked, “Where’d you sleep?”
“Couch,” the alpha said simple, shrugging. Had it been any other time, Jongdae probably would have laughed at his friend’s misery, maybe make some snarky remarks towards Kyungsoo, but with his incoming heat all he could think was there are two alphas in my living room holy fuck why is it getting so hot in here.
He didn’t even realize he was releasing pheromones into the air until all eyes were trained on him. Jongdae blushed and ran for the bathroom, saying, “I’m gonna go cry in the shower.”
Despite the banging on the door, Jongdae refused to let anyone inside. After twenty minutes, they all seemed to have given up. Jongdae had just turned off the water when there was a softer knock and Baekhyun’s muffled voice said, “Everyone left. It’s just you and me now, kiddo.”
Jongdae twisted the doorknob slowly, and opened the door to see Baekhyun already in his school uniform, holding a sandwich in front of him as peace offering. Jongdae took it.
“I’ll let the professors know you were unavailable today,” for such a dick, Baekhyun sometimes behaved like a good friend would; “Do you want me to say anything to Minseok? Cancel the date or something?”
Jongdae shook his head and said, “I still have a couple of heat repressive, I should be able to survive a few hours with him.”
Baekhyun nodded. The older boy left, patting Jongdae in the shoulder in a reassuring manner and wishing him luck. As soon as he was out the door, Jongdae sighed. He looked down at the sandwich in his hands, then further down at the problem in his pants and made a split decision to eat later.
*_*
From: unknown number
Hey. I heard you weren’t feeling well u sure u don’t wanna rain check or smth
To: unknown number
Uh Minseok?
From: unknown number
Yeah
To: unknown number
Oh no it’s cool ☺ see u tonight!
*_*
Kyungsoo went home around five, right after soccer practice, to find Jongdae curled up in a ball on his bed. The repressive he had taken an hour ago was still to take effect, and Jongdae wished he would stop sweating so much. Even more, he wished he would stop producing so much slick.
“Hey,” Kyungsoo said, not daring to take two steps inside the room, “How are you feeling?”
Jongdae made a noise between a grunt and a whimper in response. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jongdae congratulated Kyungsoo for keeping it together like he always did; as a beta, he was affected by both alphas and omegas, and it mustn’t have been easy for him to be standing so close to an omega in heat.
Kyungsoo shuffled awkwardly by the doorway, looking like he wasn’t sure what to say. Then, he opened his mouth: “I’m gonna go make dinner, would you like spaghetti and meatballs? They’re your favourite.”
“Swaghetti and memeballs,” Jongdae slurred.
“You’re uninvited,” Kyungsoo informed him.
“That’s fair,” Jongdae conceded.
Kyungsoo snorted as he left for the kitchen, leaving Jongdae alone with his thoughts. Maybe he should call Minseok, tell him that as much as he looked forward to their date, his heat refused to die down even with the pills. But Jongdae didn’t want to cancel. He’d been looking forward to tonight all week, for fuck’s sake.
After a few minutes of careful consideration, Jongdae decided to ask Kyungsoo for advice; he’d know what to do.
*_*
“I don’t know, Dae,” Kyungsoo shrugged, “It’s your decision.”
“Soo,” Jongdae whined, stomping his feet like a child, “I came to you for advice!”
Kyungsoo sighed. “Fine,” he said, “How about this? If by six thirty the pills haven’t worked, you cancel the date. Does that seem reasonable?”
Jongdae pondered; it sounded like a good plan. It gave the pills enough time to repress his heat, and it case they didn’t, he could just call Minseok and ask him to go out with him some other time. Satisfied with the idea, Jongdae went back to his room.
He had a problem to take care of.
*_*
Six thirty. Jongdae was nearly heat-free. He’d stopped leaking, he wasn’t as sweaty anymore and Chanyeol even told him he didn’t smell so sweetly. His roommates left the dorm with a promise not to come back until the morning, Baekhyun’s greasy wink nightmare material.
Jongdae fidgeted in front of the mirror, anxiously tugging at his shirt. He had collected all the horror movies in the dorm and then placed them in a shoe box so it wouldn’t be so glaringly obvious that he’d gone out of his way to make sure he had something suitable for Minseok’s taste, and had made sure the entire apartment was spotless.
Well, he had Chanyeol do the cleaning, but he supervised.
He’d showered thoroughly to make sure he didn’t smell too omega-ish, and even took one of Chanyeol’s jackets to cover his heat. Despite his usual reluctance to let the alpha get too close, he found comfort in his friend’s scent.
The walk to Minseok’s dorm passed by in a blur, and all too soon Jongdae was standing with his fist raised and ready to knock. However, the door flew open and Minseok stood there, smiling at him, dressed in a pink dress shirt and jeans. The alpha’s smile wavered slightly as Jongdae’s scent reached his nostrils, and a weird look flashed across his face, but it was gone as fast as it came.
Meanwhile, Jongdae was making an effort not to swallow his own tongue; the alpha was standing so close, and he smelled so good and Jongdae was not ready.
“Hey!” Minseok chirped, “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
Jongdae coughed, trying to regain his voice, and said, “Yeah, uh, me too,” Jongdae congratulated himself; that was super coherent.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jongdae shuffled backwards and gave Minseok a smile, motioning for him to follow him. The alpha returned the smile and went after him.
*_*
It was an hour into the movie when Jongdae felt it again. It started as a simple itching, but then Jongdae started feeling hot all over and dear god this wasn’t happening. And, of course, Minseok noticed. The alpha shifted, his thigh rubbing Jongdae’s in the process and the omega bit back a whimper.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?” Minseok asked, carefully, as if not to scare Jongdae.
“Because I took my repressive, this shouldn’t be happening,” Jongdae whined, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
Minseok didn’t say anything for a while, simply bit his bottom lip in concentration, and then said, “Want me to get the alpha?”
“What?” Jongdae asked. What was he talking about?
“You… you smell like another alpha. Does he usually help you out with your heat?” there was bitterness in the older boy’s voice.
Jongdae couldn’t shake his head fast enough, now squirming around in his seat. “No!” he rushed to explain, “It’s just my friend, Chanyeol! I took his jacket because I didn’t want you to smell my heat…”
As the words left his mouth, Jongdae realized how dumb he sounded. Minseok looked him over, the way alphas always did when they were interested in an omega, and Jongdae nearly cried.
“Would you,” Minseok licked his lips, “Would you like my help?”
Jongdae blanched. Minseok was offering to help him with his heat? Suddenly, Jongdae understood why Baekhyun had given in to Chanyeol. Heats were insufferable, and to have such a handsome alpha so close and willing to help was messing with his mind.
Jongdae didn’t even realize he was nodding frantically until one of Minseok’s hands cupped his cheek and the alpha was leaning in close, whispering, “I got you, don’t worry.”
The first touch of their lips was something Jongdae was sure to never forget; Minseok’s lips were rough yet soft, gently gliding against his, allowing Jongdae to get used to the feeling before deepening the kiss. Jongdae raised a hand and fisted Minseok’s shirt, pulling him closer.
Soon, Minseok was licking Jongdae’s bottom lip as if asking for permission and Jongdae was more than happy to comply. Jongdae allowed Minseok to snake his tongue inside his mouth, let the alpha explore his wet cavern to his heart’s content. When Minseok’s tongue prodded at the roof of his mouth, Jongdae whimpered, and Minseok chuckled against his lips, as if amused.
Jongdae was dry humping the alpha, desperate to get more friction, his cock hard and straining against his jeans uncomfortably. Minseok separated from his lips, eyes blown with lust and Jongdae had never been more turned on in his life.
“Where’s your room?” Minseok hoisted him up in his arms and carried him in the direction Jongdae’s finger was pointing in. As soon as Jongdae’s back hit the mattress he bounced right up and struggled to get Minseok’s jeans unbuttoned with shaky fingers.
“Eager, are we?” Minseok chuckled. Jongdae nodded with a whimper. The alpha took pity in him and helped him rid of his jeans, pulling them down to mid-thigh, followed by his boxers, and Jongdae wasted no time in attaching his mouth to the older boy’s cock, precum gathering in the head. Jongdae licked a stripe from the base to the top, taking the head in his mouth and sucking noisily. One of Minseok’s hands found purchase in Jongdae’s hair as the alpha groaned, the sound traveling straight to Jongdae’s dick. Jongdae moaned at the taste, the vibrations sending shivers down Minseok’s spine. He wanted more.
Jongdae did his best to swallow Minseok’s cock, taking it in inch by inch until it hit the back of his throat. There, Jongdae took a deep breath and relaxed his throat muscles, then slid the dick further in.
“Ah, fuck,” Minseok spluttered, his hips thrusting forward. Jongdae kept going until his nose hit Minseok’s pubic hair and stayed there, swallowing down the cock in his mouth. Minseok pulled on his hair until Jongdae was off his dick, and bent down to kiss him again, growling, “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Jongdae moaned at the idea.
Jongdae tried pulling at his own clothes, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn’t grasp the hem of his shirt. Thankfully, Minseok took over for him, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them down his legs along with his boxers, the alpha’s own still stuck around his legs. Jongdae’s shirt was next and once it joined the rest of his clothes on the floor, the alpha said, “Relax for me, ok? I got you.”
Jongdae nodded, letting his body go lax in the bed. He watched as Minseok rid himself of his clothes and made grabby motions towards him. Minseok chuckled but complied, allowing Jongdae to tug him down for more kisses. Jongdae tried to get his hands on as much skin as he could, needy whines making their way out of his mouth.
Jongdae wrapped his legs around Minseok’s waist, their cocks sliding together deliciously. Minseok trailed a hand down Jongdae’s body until he reached the omega’s cock, then further down to circle at the boy’s rim. Jongdae whimpered, his hips canting forward of their own accord.
Minseok pushed a single finger in, the slick gushing out of Jongdae making things a whole lot easier. Jongdae moaned, but it wasn’t enough. Thankfully, Minseok added another finger, thrusting them in and out of the younger boy’s asshole, making scissoring motions to spread him apart.
“Alpha,” Jongdae whined, rolling his hips in an attempt to get more friction, “I need more.”
Minseok frowned, halting all movement, “But, you’re not ready yet.”
“I don’t care, just please… fuck me,” Jongdae begged, “I’ll be fine, I promise. I, uh, already took care of that earlier.”
Jongdae was blushing at the end of his confession, but Minseok seemed to like the idea.
“Alright, then,” he conceded, removing his fingers and shifting their positions so Jongdae was on top. Jongdae hesitated; he wasn’t a virgin, but the only alpha he’d been with had taken full control from start to finish, so Jongdae was at a loss on what to do. Minseok sensed his distress and linked hands with him in reassurance.
“You can do it, it’s ok,” he said, “I’m right here with you.”
Jongdae nodded shakily. He used his free hand to line the alpha’s cock with his entrance and slowly lowered himself on it. The stretch burnt, more than Jongdae would have thought, but it was a good kind of burning; he sank down until Minseok’s dick was buried to the hilt inside of him and stayed there for a minute.
Jongdae bounced experimentally, the cock sliding only an inch or two out of him, but it still felt great. Minseok’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped, gripping Jongdae’s hand tighter in comfort.
The omega rolled his hips, feeling the drag of Minseok’s dick against his walls. After that, everything was a blur; Jongdae had control for approximately two minutes until he whined, “Alpha, please… fuck me,” and Minseok complied, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up.
Jongdae lost track of time, too focused on the way Minseok’s cock felt, the alpha’s grunts and groans music to his ears. Jongdae let himself be manhandled into different positions, finally settling with his back on the bed and legs thrown over Minseok’s shoulders, and every time his cock grazed Jongdae’s prostate, it was like Jesus’ second coming to Earth.
It was in that position that the alpha’s knot swelled inside him, stretching his hole impossibly wider. Jongdae whined and whimpered, begging the alpha to fill him up with his cum, to make him his. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying; it was all too much, the pleasure was mind-numbing and he was so hot. Jongdae came with a whine of Minseok’s name, nails scratching at his back and loud moans.
The alpha followed soon after, the contractions of Jongdae’s ass around his member milking him through it, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Jongdae was surprised yet pleased when Minseok buried his face in the crook of his neck, constant murmurs of “Mine,” leaving his mouth. Jongdae heaved, wrapping his arms around the alpha and whispered, “Yours.”
Title: Swaghetti and Memeballs
Pairing: Jongdae/Minseok (side Baekhyun/Chanyeol and Kyungsoo/Lu Han)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage drinking, underage sex (consensual), cursing, alphas and omegas sharing a dorm, heat sex.
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: Jongdae sometimes wishes he had better friends. However, there are times he is glad they’re around.
Author’s note: thank you the mods for their endless patience, and the prompter deserves an award because this was super cute and I’m terribly sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Failed smut is a fail, and I couldn’t help myself but add baekyeol because I am week in the knees for my otp.
*_*
Jongdae’s friends were terrible. He’s known that for years, ever since the time Chanyeol convinced him to go skinny dipping in the dark back when they were still in middle school, or the time Baekhyun convinced him to steal the answer sheet for their next math test. Or that summer he ended up being chased by a gang of ajhummas. Or the time he nearly died in the woods, hunted down by a fucking grizzly bear while Chanyeol laughed his ass off in the distance. Or any other time those two got him to do anything life-threatening or mind-numbingly stupid. This happened embarrassingly often.
So, really, Jongdae should have known better than to accept a bet. In his defence, Jongdae had been drunk. Baekhyun was a lightweight, slurring his words even with only three beers in his system; however, Chanyeol could drink them under the table any time. The alcohol had been sneaked in by Baekhyun’s older brother during his monthly visit, and the boys were taking full advantage of their long weekend by getting wasted in their tiny living room, Kyungsoo peacefully snoring on his bed. Oh, how Jongdae wished he’d gone to bed, too.
The bet had been stupid: Chanyeol said Jongdae couldn’t fit three whole donuts in his mouth, for whatever reason, Jongdae said he could, Baekhyun had called bullshit. In the end, they drunkenly stumbled across campus towards the 24/7 café and ordered a box of twelve donuts to go. Except they didn’t go back to their room, because it seemed too far away to their inebriated minds; they ended up plopping down on the soccer field and staying there, deciding they were comfortable enough.
The first donut had been simple; the second took a little more time to adjust. When it was time to fit the third donut, however, Jongdae discovered he couldn’t do it. He tried, he really did, but his mouth refused the donut.
Baekhyun was laughing hysterically next to him, rolling around in the ground and successfully covering his omega scent with the dirt. (Admittedly, that had been the entire reason they were getting drunk in the first place; Baekhyun was about to go into heat, and he had no one to knot him.) Chanyeol smirked at him and promised to let him know his punishment.
*_*
Jongdae woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and missing contacts. He was lying face down on the grass, Chanyeol snoring somewhere to his right. Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen - or smelt, considering Jongdae was blind for the time being. Jongdae groaned, rolling over onto his side until he was facing the alpha.
“Yo,” Jongdae nudged Chanyeol’s body with his foot, “Dude, wake up. I need your help.” Chanyeol made a grunting noise, rolled over and resumed his snoring.
What a friend, Jongdae thought.
He had no idea why his contacts were gone; he was pretty sure he hadn’t taken them off last night. Or did he? Maybe his drunken mind had been mean to him. Maybe Baekhyun had tried to poke his eyes out. Again.
Jongdae cursed as he patted around on the grass. Unless Chanyeol miraculously woke up and helped him get back to his dorm, he had to find his contacts immediately. He was probably quiet the view; squinting through his headache, on all fours and mumbling as he searched in the dirt, a passed out alpha next to him.
“This is unfair,” Jongdae whined, “I never do anything bad, why is this happening to me?” He trashed around for a while, feet kicking the ground in a childish tantrum.
“Are you ok?” came a voice from above. It sounded amused. Jongdae stopped his movements and looked up. This person - an alpha male, from the tone and his scent - had his back to the sun, so his face was shrouded in darkness. And even if he hadn’t, Jongdae was still blind, so there was no hope for him to make out any facial features in the nearby future.
“Uh, sort of?” Jongdae said, “I can’t find my contact lenses. I have no idea where they might be, either.” Jongdae was proud of himself for being able to talk so coherently in his state of misery.
“Oh,” a pause, “I’ll help you search.”
Jongdae could make out the guy kneeling down next to him, but instead of patting the ground aimlessly, he seemed to be using his sight only to search, the lucky bastard. Ten minutes later and Jongdae was about ready to cry.
“This is useless,” he lamented, “I’m gonna have to use my glasses. I’m gonna look like a twelve year old again,” Jongdae had grumbled the last sentence, but the guy seemed to have heard because he chuckled. It was the second time he seemed entertained by Jongdae’s misfortune. Jongdae whined.
“Hey, if you want I could -” except Jongdae never got to know what the guy could do, because in that moment Chanyeol groaned out and stumbled to get up.
“Jongdae?” Chanyeol sounded like he’d been hit by a truck. Jongdae loved that. “What are you doing on the ground?”
“I lost my contacts,” Jongdae said, “You’re gonna have to help me get back to the dorm.” Jongdae could make out the blurry sight of Chanyeol dragging a hand down his face before offering it to Jongdae, which he gladly took.
“Thank you, for helping me search,” Jongdae squinted to look at the guy, trying to figure out if he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn’t see shit.
“That’s ok, I’m sorry you couldn’t find your contacts, though,” the guy raised a hand in what Jongdae guessed was a wave and walked away.
*_*
Thank God it was only Saturday, or else Jongdae would have been forced to endure eight hours of sitting in a classroom with thirty other rowdy teenagers and teachers that would most likely see right through his façade and give him detention for drinking, not to mention call his parents and he was already a disappointment enough for them, being the only omega in a family of alphas and all. Jongdae spent the day under his blankets, nursing his hangover with coffee and chicken soup Kyungsoo had cooked for them in their kitchen. Jongdae was so glad the dorms were like tiny apartments sometimes, even if he had to share a bathroom with three other guys and had to sleep in the same room as Byun Baekhyun and his puppy like yelps.
A week passed and Jongdae had forgotten all about the bet; he’d worn glasses for a few days until Kyungsoo reminded him of the extra pair he owned and Jongdae was more than happy to ditch the thick frames around his eyes. Until Chanyeol walked in, tie loose around the collar of his shirt and a shit eating grin on his face. Jongdae was on their crappy couch, the one they had dragged there one summer from the alley behind a bar, eating a sandwich and watching the season finale rerun of Supernatural. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo could be heard tinkering about in their tiny kitchen.
“I am here to collect our bet,” Chanyeol announced.
“Really? I thought it was because you lived here,” Kyungsoo muttered under his breath. The tiny beta seemed to have no patience for Chanyeol or Baekhyun. He liked Jongdae, though.
“Soo,” Chanyeol whined. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at him and retreated to his room (which he shared with Chanyeol, of all people.) “Anyway, Jongdae! I know what you’re gonna do.”
Jongdae got a sense of dread as he looked at his friend. He didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“I believe you know Kim Minseok? The alpha, captain of the soccer team? Super popular?” Chanyeol said. Jongdae nodded.
“I want you to ask him out.”
Jongdae stared at his friend in confused silence for a minute. Then his words sunk in and Jongdae screeched.
“You want me to do what?” Jongdae spluttered.
“I want you to ask Kim Minseok out,” Chanyeol said simply. Then he frowned, “What’s that smell?”
“Baekhyun dying in our room,” Jongdae supplied distractedly. His mind was too preoccupied with his thoughts of oh fuck I have to ask Kim Minseok out I don’t even know him we’ve never said a single word to each other oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m gonna kill Chanyeol and his stupid pea-sized brain.
*_*
The next morning, he had Lu Han over, Kyungsoo’s boyfriend and currently the only connection Jongdae had to Kim Minseok; Lu Han was a front runner in the soccer team and was supposedly Kim Minseok’s best friend.
Jongdae was cranky; he had to stay in Chanyeol and Kyungsoo’s room because the alpha had offered to help Baekhyun out with his heat. Jongdae had no idea why the school allowed alphas and omegas to room together. He and Kyungsoo had stayed up all night, unable to go to sleep with their roommates being so loud on the other side of the thin, thin wall.
So when Lu Han walked in, all cheery smiles and kind greetings, Jongdae resisted the urge to snap at him. He wasn’t an over-temperamental alpha, no; Jongdae was a sweet, cuddly omega who liked being coddled. Chanyeol always said he was whiny and needy, but Jongdae preferred the term “high-maintenance”.
Lu Han was a particularly strong alpha, and he definitely picked up the scent of Baekhyun’s heat the second he walked in. One look at the dark bags under his boyfriend’s eyes and the pieces seemed to click together in his mind because he smiled and said, “Rough night?”
“By the sounds of it, yes.” Kyungsoo grumbled. Lu Han laughed, swung an arm over the small boy’s shoulders and cooed at him, “You’re so cute, Kyungie.”
Jongdae was amazed Lu Han was still alive, considering the last person to ever call Kyungsoo cute and get away with it was his mother. Kyungsoo grumbled some more but didn’t detach himself from Lu Han.
They sat down at the kitchen table, Jongdae nervously biting his nails while Kyungsoo explained the situation to Lu Han. Lu Han’s smile only got wider as the story progressed, and by the end of it he looked positively evil and Jongdae finally understood why he and Kyungsoo got along so well. They were both devil spawn.
“I hate Chanyeol so much,” Jongdae whined and slumped in his seat, “I’ve never said two words to the guy in my life, I don’t even know if he’s gay!” he covered his face with his hands in a poor attempt to disappear from the world. Lu Han chuckled in front of him.
“Don’t worry, Jongdae-ah. Minseokkie likes guys.”
Jongdae peeked at him through a gap of his fingers, “He does? But I thought he dated that chick Minah from the theatre club?”
“Ok, so maybe he likes girls too, he’s bisexual, whatever,” Lu Han waved a hand in the air. He then added as an afterthought, “Do you like guys?”
Jongdae blushed down to his neck. Kyungsoo snorted.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Lu Han said. Jongdae still hadn’t taken his hands off his face, and he wasn’t planning on doing it anytime soon. Not until his blush had died down, anyway.
Lu Han then proceeded to list off a series of Minseok’s attributes to Jongdae:
“He is super good at soccer, even better than me.
“He likes coffee a lot, especially espresso, and can make a killer pumpkin spiced latte.
“Did you know he can also dance really well? Not as good as Yixing, my roommate, but he’s pretty good.
“He’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen, next to Kyungsoo and Yixing in the mornings.
“He hates being called cute, though.
“He likes horror movies a lot, so if you invite him to watch one he’ll probably say yes.”
Jongdae mulled over the information in his mind; he liked coffee too, and was pretty confident in his skills at preparing espressos. He wasn’t a big fan of sports though. He did enjoy horror movies, and the dancing was out of the picture immediately because Jongdae had two left feet.
“Is there any moment of the day when I might catch him alone?” Jongdae asked timidly, “I don’t wanna make a fool of myself in front of others.”
Lu Han gave him a soft smile and said, “Well, he is usually in his room around eleven am, he has a free period then and uses the time to catch up on homework. His dorm is 4B, Pavlov hall.”
*_*
On Wednesday at eleven, Jongdae faked a stomach ache and got a slip from his chemistry professor to go lie down. Careful not to be seen by anyone, he sneaked out of the school building and hurried across campus towards the Pavlov hall. Once there, he took the stairs to the second floor and looked for 4B.
He stopped in front of the door. Jongdae’s heart was beating loudly in his ears, his hands were clammy and his mouth was dry; the nerves were killing him. It’s not like he had a thing for the alpha. They had never met, and Jongdae had only seen him in passing in the hallways and during soccer matches. And yet here he was, about to knock on his door and ask him out. Fucking Chanyeol and his stupid bets. Fucking Baekhyun, he was a terrible friend for not backing him up.
Jongdae took a few deep breaths, counted to ten in his mind and knocked three times. The door flew open immediately and Jongdae was met with the sight of Kim Minseok, a flicker of recognition in the alpha’s eyes before he smiled dazedly and said, “Yes?”
Jongdae’s tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. For the first time, he was seeing Minseok up close, and he realized the boy was actually very handsome. He had a cute, gummy smile and he seemed quite gentle, too.
“I, uh,” Jongdae stammered, “I’m Kim Jongdae, and uh, I was wondering if -”
Fuck, he couldn’t do this. Minseok was peering at him curiously, head tilted to the side and Jongdae couldn’t help but agree with Lu Han; he was cute.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me,” Jongdae rushed out, trying to look as small as possible so the older boy would go easy on him with his rejection. To his surprise, Minseok’s smile widened and said, “I’d love to!”
Jongdae stared at him, dumbfounded. “I - what? Did you just say yes?”
Minseok laughed a little. “I did, yeah.”
Jongdae couldn’t believe his ears. At first, he thought Minseok was playing with him, but the boy was looking at him in a way that had Jongdae thinking that maybe he meant it.
“Great!” Jongdae exclaimed, genuinely happy, “I’ll pick you up on Friday at say, seven? Is that ok with you?”
“Sure, but I’d like to pick you up, though,” Minseok said, biting his lower lip. Jongdae's mind short-circuited.
“Oh, but um, I was actually planning on watching a movie at my dorm? I heard you like horror, so I figured…” Jongdae trailed off, not sure how to continue the sentence. Minseok made an ‘ah’ sound and nodded cutely. Jongdae almost asked him if he was sure he was an alpha, because his cuteness was definitely omega material.
Jongdae stuttered out a goodbye and scurried off, Minseok’s “See you on Friday, Jongdae-ah!” following him all the way back to his dorm.
*_*
From: byunbaek
DUDE THERES A CUTE DO GOUTSIDE
To: byunbaek
OMG SAY HI TO IT FOR ME
From: byunbaek
Do you think ksoo would get mad at me if I bring it home
To: byunbaek
He’d prob kick u out tbh
*_*
The following week, Jongdae felt inexplicably drawn by Kim Minseok. He found himself staring at the older boy across the hallway, started going with Kyungsoo to soccer practice every day with the excuse of getting away from their roommates, and anytime Jongdae got a whiff of the alpha’s scent, his inner wolf would start clawing at his chest. How he knew what the alpha smelled like eluded him.
His friends noticed; of course they did, those three had nothing better to do than make his life miserable. Even Kyungsoo, who’d always been so nice to him, started giving him knowing looks when they passed each other on their way to class. Chanyeol and Baekhyun would smirk at him every goddamn hour of the day. It was unnerving, to say the least.
When Friday finally arrived, Jongdae woke up with a distinctive feeling in his stomach; he felt dazed for a few minutes, and it wasn’t until he walked in the kitchen and Chanyeol stiffened that he felt the prickling in his skin and he rounded on Baekhyun, who looked like a deer caught in headlights, and attempted to throttle his roommate.
“You son of a bitch!” Jongdae screamed, lunging for Baekhyun’s throat, “Why can’t you control your stupid hormones?!”
Baekhyun flailed, diving between the couch and the wall and Jongdae nearly went after him if it weren’t because in that moment Lu Han emerged from Kyungsoo’s room, smug smirk plastered on his face. Kyungsoo trailed after him, cheeks tinted red.
Jongdae gaped, eyes darting between the two in shock before he turned to Chanyeol and asked, “Where’d you sleep?”
“Couch,” the alpha said simple, shrugging. Had it been any other time, Jongdae probably would have laughed at his friend’s misery, maybe make some snarky remarks towards Kyungsoo, but with his incoming heat all he could think was there are two alphas in my living room holy fuck why is it getting so hot in here.
He didn’t even realize he was releasing pheromones into the air until all eyes were trained on him. Jongdae blushed and ran for the bathroom, saying, “I’m gonna go cry in the shower.”
Despite the banging on the door, Jongdae refused to let anyone inside. After twenty minutes, they all seemed to have given up. Jongdae had just turned off the water when there was a softer knock and Baekhyun’s muffled voice said, “Everyone left. It’s just you and me now, kiddo.”
Jongdae twisted the doorknob slowly, and opened the door to see Baekhyun already in his school uniform, holding a sandwich in front of him as peace offering. Jongdae took it.
“I’ll let the professors know you were unavailable today,” for such a dick, Baekhyun sometimes behaved like a good friend would; “Do you want me to say anything to Minseok? Cancel the date or something?”
Jongdae shook his head and said, “I still have a couple of heat repressive, I should be able to survive a few hours with him.”
Baekhyun nodded. The older boy left, patting Jongdae in the shoulder in a reassuring manner and wishing him luck. As soon as he was out the door, Jongdae sighed. He looked down at the sandwich in his hands, then further down at the problem in his pants and made a split decision to eat later.
*_*
From: unknown number
Hey. I heard you weren’t feeling well u sure u don’t wanna rain check or smth
To: unknown number
Uh Minseok?
From: unknown number
Yeah
To: unknown number
Oh no it’s cool ☺ see u tonight!
*_*
Kyungsoo went home around five, right after soccer practice, to find Jongdae curled up in a ball on his bed. The repressive he had taken an hour ago was still to take effect, and Jongdae wished he would stop sweating so much. Even more, he wished he would stop producing so much slick.
“Hey,” Kyungsoo said, not daring to take two steps inside the room, “How are you feeling?”
Jongdae made a noise between a grunt and a whimper in response. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jongdae congratulated Kyungsoo for keeping it together like he always did; as a beta, he was affected by both alphas and omegas, and it mustn’t have been easy for him to be standing so close to an omega in heat.
Kyungsoo shuffled awkwardly by the doorway, looking like he wasn’t sure what to say. Then, he opened his mouth: “I’m gonna go make dinner, would you like spaghetti and meatballs? They’re your favourite.”
“Swaghetti and memeballs,” Jongdae slurred.
“You’re uninvited,” Kyungsoo informed him.
“That’s fair,” Jongdae conceded.
Kyungsoo snorted as he left for the kitchen, leaving Jongdae alone with his thoughts. Maybe he should call Minseok, tell him that as much as he looked forward to their date, his heat refused to die down even with the pills. But Jongdae didn’t want to cancel. He’d been looking forward to tonight all week, for fuck’s sake.
After a few minutes of careful consideration, Jongdae decided to ask Kyungsoo for advice; he’d know what to do.
*_*
“I don’t know, Dae,” Kyungsoo shrugged, “It’s your decision.”
“Soo,” Jongdae whined, stomping his feet like a child, “I came to you for advice!”
Kyungsoo sighed. “Fine,” he said, “How about this? If by six thirty the pills haven’t worked, you cancel the date. Does that seem reasonable?”
Jongdae pondered; it sounded like a good plan. It gave the pills enough time to repress his heat, and it case they didn’t, he could just call Minseok and ask him to go out with him some other time. Satisfied with the idea, Jongdae went back to his room.
He had a problem to take care of.
*_*
Six thirty. Jongdae was nearly heat-free. He’d stopped leaking, he wasn’t as sweaty anymore and Chanyeol even told him he didn’t smell so sweetly. His roommates left the dorm with a promise not to come back until the morning, Baekhyun’s greasy wink nightmare material.
Jongdae fidgeted in front of the mirror, anxiously tugging at his shirt. He had collected all the horror movies in the dorm and then placed them in a shoe box so it wouldn’t be so glaringly obvious that he’d gone out of his way to make sure he had something suitable for Minseok’s taste, and had made sure the entire apartment was spotless.
Well, he had Chanyeol do the cleaning, but he supervised.
He’d showered thoroughly to make sure he didn’t smell too omega-ish, and even took one of Chanyeol’s jackets to cover his heat. Despite his usual reluctance to let the alpha get too close, he found comfort in his friend’s scent.
The walk to Minseok’s dorm passed by in a blur, and all too soon Jongdae was standing with his fist raised and ready to knock. However, the door flew open and Minseok stood there, smiling at him, dressed in a pink dress shirt and jeans. The alpha’s smile wavered slightly as Jongdae’s scent reached his nostrils, and a weird look flashed across his face, but it was gone as fast as it came.
Meanwhile, Jongdae was making an effort not to swallow his own tongue; the alpha was standing so close, and he smelled so good and Jongdae was not ready.
“Hey!” Minseok chirped, “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
Jongdae coughed, trying to regain his voice, and said, “Yeah, uh, me too,” Jongdae congratulated himself; that was super coherent.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jongdae shuffled backwards and gave Minseok a smile, motioning for him to follow him. The alpha returned the smile and went after him.
*_*
It was an hour into the movie when Jongdae felt it again. It started as a simple itching, but then Jongdae started feeling hot all over and dear god this wasn’t happening. And, of course, Minseok noticed. The alpha shifted, his thigh rubbing Jongdae’s in the process and the omega bit back a whimper.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?” Minseok asked, carefully, as if not to scare Jongdae.
“Because I took my repressive, this shouldn’t be happening,” Jongdae whined, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
Minseok didn’t say anything for a while, simply bit his bottom lip in concentration, and then said, “Want me to get the alpha?”
“What?” Jongdae asked. What was he talking about?
“You… you smell like another alpha. Does he usually help you out with your heat?” there was bitterness in the older boy’s voice.
Jongdae couldn’t shake his head fast enough, now squirming around in his seat. “No!” he rushed to explain, “It’s just my friend, Chanyeol! I took his jacket because I didn’t want you to smell my heat…”
As the words left his mouth, Jongdae realized how dumb he sounded. Minseok looked him over, the way alphas always did when they were interested in an omega, and Jongdae nearly cried.
“Would you,” Minseok licked his lips, “Would you like my help?”
Jongdae blanched. Minseok was offering to help him with his heat? Suddenly, Jongdae understood why Baekhyun had given in to Chanyeol. Heats were insufferable, and to have such a handsome alpha so close and willing to help was messing with his mind.
Jongdae didn’t even realize he was nodding frantically until one of Minseok’s hands cupped his cheek and the alpha was leaning in close, whispering, “I got you, don’t worry.”
The first touch of their lips was something Jongdae was sure to never forget; Minseok’s lips were rough yet soft, gently gliding against his, allowing Jongdae to get used to the feeling before deepening the kiss. Jongdae raised a hand and fisted Minseok’s shirt, pulling him closer.
Soon, Minseok was licking Jongdae’s bottom lip as if asking for permission and Jongdae was more than happy to comply. Jongdae allowed Minseok to snake his tongue inside his mouth, let the alpha explore his wet cavern to his heart’s content. When Minseok’s tongue prodded at the roof of his mouth, Jongdae whimpered, and Minseok chuckled against his lips, as if amused.
Jongdae was dry humping the alpha, desperate to get more friction, his cock hard and straining against his jeans uncomfortably. Minseok separated from his lips, eyes blown with lust and Jongdae had never been more turned on in his life.
“Where’s your room?” Minseok hoisted him up in his arms and carried him in the direction Jongdae’s finger was pointing in. As soon as Jongdae’s back hit the mattress he bounced right up and struggled to get Minseok’s jeans unbuttoned with shaky fingers.
“Eager, are we?” Minseok chuckled. Jongdae nodded with a whimper. The alpha took pity in him and helped him rid of his jeans, pulling them down to mid-thigh, followed by his boxers, and Jongdae wasted no time in attaching his mouth to the older boy’s cock, precum gathering in the head. Jongdae licked a stripe from the base to the top, taking the head in his mouth and sucking noisily. One of Minseok’s hands found purchase in Jongdae’s hair as the alpha groaned, the sound traveling straight to Jongdae’s dick. Jongdae moaned at the taste, the vibrations sending shivers down Minseok’s spine. He wanted more.
Jongdae did his best to swallow Minseok’s cock, taking it in inch by inch until it hit the back of his throat. There, Jongdae took a deep breath and relaxed his throat muscles, then slid the dick further in.
“Ah, fuck,” Minseok spluttered, his hips thrusting forward. Jongdae kept going until his nose hit Minseok’s pubic hair and stayed there, swallowing down the cock in his mouth. Minseok pulled on his hair until Jongdae was off his dick, and bent down to kiss him again, growling, “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Jongdae moaned at the idea.
Jongdae tried pulling at his own clothes, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn’t grasp the hem of his shirt. Thankfully, Minseok took over for him, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them down his legs along with his boxers, the alpha’s own still stuck around his legs. Jongdae’s shirt was next and once it joined the rest of his clothes on the floor, the alpha said, “Relax for me, ok? I got you.”
Jongdae nodded, letting his body go lax in the bed. He watched as Minseok rid himself of his clothes and made grabby motions towards him. Minseok chuckled but complied, allowing Jongdae to tug him down for more kisses. Jongdae tried to get his hands on as much skin as he could, needy whines making their way out of his mouth.
Jongdae wrapped his legs around Minseok’s waist, their cocks sliding together deliciously. Minseok trailed a hand down Jongdae’s body until he reached the omega’s cock, then further down to circle at the boy’s rim. Jongdae whimpered, his hips canting forward of their own accord.
Minseok pushed a single finger in, the slick gushing out of Jongdae making things a whole lot easier. Jongdae moaned, but it wasn’t enough. Thankfully, Minseok added another finger, thrusting them in and out of the younger boy’s asshole, making scissoring motions to spread him apart.
“Alpha,” Jongdae whined, rolling his hips in an attempt to get more friction, “I need more.”
Minseok frowned, halting all movement, “But, you’re not ready yet.”
“I don’t care, just please… fuck me,” Jongdae begged, “I’ll be fine, I promise. I, uh, already took care of that earlier.”
Jongdae was blushing at the end of his confession, but Minseok seemed to like the idea.
“Alright, then,” he conceded, removing his fingers and shifting their positions so Jongdae was on top. Jongdae hesitated; he wasn’t a virgin, but the only alpha he’d been with had taken full control from start to finish, so Jongdae was at a loss on what to do. Minseok sensed his distress and linked hands with him in reassurance.
“You can do it, it’s ok,” he said, “I’m right here with you.”
Jongdae nodded shakily. He used his free hand to line the alpha’s cock with his entrance and slowly lowered himself on it. The stretch burnt, more than Jongdae would have thought, but it was a good kind of burning; he sank down until Minseok’s dick was buried to the hilt inside of him and stayed there for a minute.
Jongdae bounced experimentally, the cock sliding only an inch or two out of him, but it still felt great. Minseok’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped, gripping Jongdae’s hand tighter in comfort.
The omega rolled his hips, feeling the drag of Minseok’s dick against his walls. After that, everything was a blur; Jongdae had control for approximately two minutes until he whined, “Alpha, please… fuck me,” and Minseok complied, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up.
Jongdae lost track of time, too focused on the way Minseok’s cock felt, the alpha’s grunts and groans music to his ears. Jongdae let himself be manhandled into different positions, finally settling with his back on the bed and legs thrown over Minseok’s shoulders, and every time his cock grazed Jongdae’s prostate, it was like Jesus’ second coming to Earth.
It was in that position that the alpha’s knot swelled inside him, stretching his hole impossibly wider. Jongdae whined and whimpered, begging the alpha to fill him up with his cum, to make him his. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying; it was all too much, the pleasure was mind-numbing and he was so hot. Jongdae came with a whine of Minseok’s name, nails scratching at his back and loud moans.
The alpha followed soon after, the contractions of Jongdae’s ass around his member milking him through it, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Jongdae was surprised yet pleased when Minseok buried his face in the crook of his neck, constant murmurs of “Mine,” leaving his mouth. Jongdae heaved, wrapping his arms around the alpha and whispered, “Yours.”