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it is all mark’s fault.
donghyuck needed a roommate and didn’t want to find a random person off facebook. cue, mark telling jaemin (who happened to need an apartment) that donghyuck was interested in jaemin being his roommate (that never happened).
they’ve only been roommates for two months. donghyuck thinks he could strangle jaemin.
jaemin isn’t a bad roommate, like, physically per se. jaemin is a neat freak, though. like an actual neat freak. and, it’s fucking annoying.
“jaemin, i’m going to kill you,” donghyuck threatens.
“donghyuck, you can’t even lift a bag of dog food, i don’t think you’re going to murder me.” jaemin doesn’t even look up from his phone. he is sitting at the table eating cereal and scrolling.
“fuck you,” donghyuck mutters.
“you wish,” jaemin responds easily, smug. he gets up from the table and walks over to the kitchen sink, where donghyuck is standing, holding a fork and the sponge.
“i’d rather fuck someone who can make me come,” donghyuck says, rolling his eyes.
donghyuck sees the way jaemin’s eyes turn gold. “is that a challenge?”
“go away,” donghyuck demands, pointing to the living room.
jaemin just laughs before placing his bowl in the sink and leaning in, so close that donghyuck can feel jaemin’s hot breath on his neck. “just one touch and i’ll have you on your knees for me.”
donghyuck’s breath gets stuck in his lungs. he swallows. “you wish,” donghuck whispers, throat drying up as jaemin runs his nose along the column of donghyuck’s neck, inhaling.
“so do you,” jaemin responds. “i can smell it on you.”
donghyuck swallows. it’s the pre-heat. it has to be. it’s his only explanation for why his body leans into jaemin’s scent. “this doesn’t mean anything,” donghyuck voice shakes enough that jaemin kisses donghyuck’s neck.
“okay,” jaemin continues to scent him.
fuck. donghyuck’s skin is covered in goosebumps. “it’s the pre-heat. i have like less than a week,” he says.
“okay,” jaemin says. “would you like me to stop?”
asshole, donghyuck thinks. he says, “yes.” his body aches as jaemin pulls away instantly.
jaemin brushes his hand along donghyuck’s waist before leaving the kitchen.
donghyuck looks down at the fork he has been holding this whole time. fuck.
here’s the thing about them. playing, eye-fucking, scenting, etcetera ecterera? it’s all part of their thing. they’ve been doing this for the last month and a half. donghyuck knows it is insane because he feels like he is going insane. neither of them wants to give in and be the first one to fold. neither of them wants to lose.
and, it is pissing donghyuck off because even as an alpha, jaemin isn’t competitive. unless it’s donghyuck.
donghyuck finishes loading the dishwasher with a sigh.
he walks to his bathroom and slams the door shut behind him. he turns on the shower and jumps in, body hot from his interaction with jaemin.
it is so annoying. jaemin is so fucking irritating. but, he is also so fucking attractive. donghyuck knows this, seriously. like it is unfortunate how attractive jaemin is. donghyuck hates that his omega is attracted to jaemin’s alpha, too.
they are just too different. donghyuck could never see himself with jaemin long term. plus, jaemin doesn’t do relationships unless its with jeno. see, it’s so complicated.
donghyuck gets out of the shower after realizing he has been standing there for far too long thinking about jaemin.
he wraps the towel around his body before opening the door. the walk to his room is but 3 steps, but of course in those 3 steps, jaemin manages to walk out of his room and see donghyuck.
donghyuck freezes. goosebumps run along his arm. he shivers.
jaemin’s eyes are dark and his pupils are blown wide as he licks his lips.
before donghyuck can even process what’s happening, jaemin has him pinned to the wall, big arms on either side of donghyuck’s head.
“god,” jaemin mutters.
“what?” donghyuck whispers, throat dry, clutching his towel around his naked body. his heart is racing—thump thump thump.
jaemin can hear it, donghyuck is sure. jaemin’s eyes jump down to donghyuck’s pulse point on his neck.
“don’t bite me,” donghyuck mumbles, only half joking. jaemin has this look in his eyes.
jaemin doesn’t bite him. instead, he leans in and kisses him.
donghyuck whines, leaning in to the kiss, lips tingling as jaemin bites on them.
“jaem-” donghyuck huffs and pushes jaemin away. “i’m naked.”
jaemin smirks. “and?”
donghyuck just rolls his eyes. “pervert.”
“yeah,” jaemin agrees.
“okay, bye,” donghyuck says, weaving between jaemin’s arms and into his bedroom.
he shuts the door behind him fast, locking it too. not because he doesn’t trust jaemin, but because he doesn’t trust himself. his hole is wet with slick and his omega is screaming at him.
but, he can’t. because it is jaemin. and jaemin is completely unattainable in the way donghyuck really wants him.
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“this is not, like, shocking,” renjun says with a roll of his eyes. he picks up his phone. “i can’t believe you made me get off roblox to talk about this.”
donghyuck huffs. “sorry that it’s freaking me out that my heat is in less than a week and i don’t have anyone to spend it with!”
renjun sighs and puts his phone back down on the coffee table in front of him. they’re in renjun and chenle’s apartment. donghyuck: freaking out and renjun: trying to play roblox.
“okay, so why don’t you just ask mark or jisung like usual?” renjun asks, raising an eyebrow.
donghyuck shrinks under renjun’s look. for a beta, he certainly can be scary. “i dunno..i just..”
renjun sighs again. “i really don’t know what you want me to say.”
“tell me what to do!” donghyuck whines, frustrated.
“ask jaemin to help you,” renjun shrugs his shoulders.
“why the fuck would i do that?” donghyuck asks.
renjun massages his temples, very obviously annoyed. “because that’s who you really want to help you with your heat.”
“that is not true.”
“then why does your omega want him?” renjun asks, giving him a pointed look.
donghyuck huffs. “i do not want jaemin. my omega does not want jaemin. nobody wants jaemin. except, like, jeno. and mark. and jisung. and…plus, jaemin doesn’t want me either.”
renjun laughs. “why do you think that?”
“because…” donghyuck can’t name a reason and renjun just laughs harder.
“look, hyuck, i know you’re stubborn, but you’re not this stubborn.”
donghyuck narrows his eyes. “really?”
“what? you’re going to suffer your heat alone because you can’t admit that you want jaemin?” and, like, yes, donghyuck thinks. but it’s not just because he can’t admit that he wants jaemin. he can’t admit that he is probably, somewhat, lowkey, in a way, like, in love with jaemin. and, he can’t admit the hard truth: jaemin doesn’t love him too. so, no he will never ask jaemin to help him with his heat and yes, he will suffer if he has to.
“yes.”
renjun sighs. “oh my god, donghyuck.”
donghyuck shrugs.
renjun just picks up his phone to play roblox again.
+
donghyuck feels himself growing more and more insane by the second. donghyuck could die, mortified, as jaemin wipes the sweat off his forehead and donghyuck feels himself get wet.
“you okay, donghyuck?” jaemin asks, curious as he grabs the other dumbbell. he grunts as he starts curling his bicep.
donghyuck swallows as he looks at jaemin from the floor, doing abs. “fine. thanks for asking.”
they started going to the gym together a couple of weeks ago. jaemin is adamant about donghuck coming and doing cardio (even if donghyuck hates lifting) at least three times a week. it used to piss donghyuck off, but that has somehow morphed into making him feel giddy.
“perfect,” jaemin smiles. he finishes his set and puts the weights down on the rack.
donghyuck finishes abs and moves onto glutes. donghyuck can feel jaemin’s eyes on him when he leans over and stretches, sticking his ass in the air. he’s wearing cotton shorts that don’t cover much.
he twists his spine one direction. “ah-”
donghyuck doesn’t get to finish his noise. jaemin is flipping him onto his back and getting between his thighs.
“jaemin-” donghyuck exclaims, looking around to make sure their tiny and usually unoccupied apartment gym is empty. “what the fuck? someone could come in–”
“you’d like it,” jaemin responds, alpha practically growling because he can see donghyuck getting hard in his grey shorts.
donghyuck swallows, heart pounding loud enough anyone within a mile’s radius could hear it.
“tell me how much you’d like it if someone walked in on us? on me all over you?” jaemin’s voice is quiet, but demanding.
donghyuck whimpers, cheeks turning bright pink. “you’re embarrassing me.” it’s the worst when jaemin’s right. when the truth of the matter is that donghyuck’s omega would preen at the thought of other people seeing their alpha claim them.
“tell me to stop,” jaemin says, getting close to donghyuck’s face. jaemin smells so good. like honey and musk. donghyuck wants to drown in it.
donghyuck can barely think straight. whatever sense he has left makes him push jaemin away. “stop.”
jaemin backs away with a little grin. “okay.”
donghyuck squeezes his eyes shut, knowing he’s hard and slick and beyond horny. but, he can’t let jaemin win.
jaemin goes back to lifting. donghyuck lays on the mat the rest of the workout.
the trip back up to their apartment in the elevator is quiet.
donghyuck quickly disappears into his bathroom after jaemin unlocks the door. he needs to shower. he needs a cold shower. now.
he turns on the water and gets in immediately, not caring how cold it is. he feels his skin relax under the water instead of tense up, heat in his cheeks disappearing.
“jesus,” he whispers to himself.
he is so fucking horny. god, he’s so horny. and, the worst part is that he is horny for na jaemin of all people. it’s horrible. his heat is going to hit within the next three days.
donghyuck eventually puts the water on warm and takes a real shower, washing his hair and body.
he gets out of the shower and lathers his skin in his best smelling lotion. it compliments his usual scent in a way that donghyuck has heard is almost irresistible. he leaves the bathroom and steps into the hallway. sadly, jaemin doesn’t jump him as he steps into his bedroom and closes the door.
it’s around 7pm and donghyuck huffs in boredom. he puts on a comfy outfit before getting into his bed.
he should probably be getting ready for his heat, doing things like buying snacks and changing his sheets and nesting, but he doesn’t want to think about it. instead, he thinks about jaemin. jaemin and his eyes and his muscles and his perfect smile and…
donghyuck groans. “fuck.”
he has to stop.
something has to give and it won’t be donghyuck.
donghyuck is scrolling on his phone about an hour later when mark texts the groupchat.
markie, 8:05pm
don’t forget my party is tonight!!
donghyuck shoots up out of bed. fuck. mark’s party. it completely slipped donghyuck’s mind to tell mark he can’t come because of his pre-heat.
donghyuck is typing out an apologetic message to mark when he gets a brilliant idea.
there are two problems:
being in jaemin’s presence is annoying donghyuck
donghyuck wants to leave his apartment to distract himself
thus, mark’s party.
there is only one solution:
hyuck, 8:10pm
i’ll be there around 9!
jaem, 8:10pm
me too.
donghyuck smiles to himself, setting his phone down on his bed and getting up. he needs to get ready quickly, as he still has to do his makeup and pick out an outfit and uber to mark’s.
in records time, donghyuck settles on a black mini skirt with a a tight, open back, black tank top. he slips into his black platform converse before sitting down at his desk and starting his make up. he goes for subtle, figuring the outfit is already a little much for mark’s lowkey party.
he looks in the mirror, examining his outfit. he decies it is cute before grabbing his phone and key on a hairtie.
donghyuck walks into the living room, nose buried in his phone as he compares lyft prices to uber prices. donghyuck is so busy that he walks right into something firm.
“oof!”
“what the fuck are you wearing?” jaemin says, steadying donghyuck by grabbing onto the latter’s waist.
donghyuck steps back, looking at jaemin. jaemin is dressed in a classic skin tight black shirt that shows off every muscle and a pair of jeans. donghyuck mouth waters.
“my clothes?” donghyuck responds, annoyed. “why are you so dressed up?”
jaemin chuckles. “c’mon. we’re going to be late.”
“i’m trying to find the best ride right now,” donghyuck rolls his eyes.
“no, i’m driving. let’s go.” jaemin ushers donghyuck toward the door.
“i forgot, you’re the designated driver,” donghyuck says. he walks out the apartment door to the elevator. “mr. i don’t drink.”
“i don’t,” jaemin responds. he presses the elevator button.
“freak,” donghyuck says.
“who? me?” jaemin asks as they step into the elevator.
“yeah,” donghyuck replies, not thinking much of it.
the elevator door shuts and jaemin immediately has donghyuck pinned to the farthest corner, jaemin’s hands grabbing at his waist and ass under his skirt.
donghyuck yelps, but his body folds easily. he bares his neck for jaemin to scent him.
and, jaemin does, nosing along the veins of donghyuck’s neck before rubbing his cheek against the soft skin.
the elevator is about to open, donghyuck has a feeling.
jaemin is in no hurry. he kisses along donghyuck’s collarbones.
“jaem-”
jaemin pulls away. three seconds later, the elevator is reaching the first floor and dinging as it opens.
donghyuck lets jaemin lead him out, grateful to god that nobody is in the lobby as they leave. donghyuck’s cheeks are bright red and he reeks of jaemin. anyone could tell what was going on in that elevator.
jaemin opens the car door for donghyuck before going around to the driver’s side and climbing into his suv.
“do you still want to go?” jaemin asks, turning on the car.
the answer is no. but he doesn’t want to say that. donghyuck rolls his eyes. “yes.”
jaemin just shrugs. “alright.”
he backs out of his spot easily and goes to mark’s.
donghyuck spaces out until they get there. he barely registers that jaemin’s parked the car until the vehicle shuts off.
“ready?” jaemin asks, already stepping out of the car.
donghyuck swallows. his omega is begging to go home and let jaemin fuck them. but, donghyuck just can’t give in. it has to be jaemin. jaemin has to admit that he wants donghyuck first.
“yup!” donghyuck gets out of the car and readjusts his skirt.
“perfect,” jaemin grins.
whatever jaemin has up his sleeve, donghyuck would rather be drunk to deal with it.
the walk to the party is fine, jaemin keeps to himself while donghyuck pretends to not care. which, he doesn’t. obviously.
it is packed at mark’s frat house. two new members are at the door and they open it for jaemin and donghyuck, instantly recognizing them.
“thanks!” donghyuck says cheerily, walking inside first. he completely misses the way jaemin glares at them as the two frat boys stare at donghyuck on his way in.
donghyuck weaves his way through people, letting jaemin grab onto his hand so they don’t lose one another. the two of them end up at the drinks, but only donghyuck is grabbing a cup.
“one beer wouldn’t hurt,” donghyuck says, nudging jaemin with his elbow. “might help you loosen up.”
jaemin shrugs. “i’m perfectly fine.”
and, anyone could tell that jaemin is annoyed by the grimace on his face, arms crossed over his chest. donghyuck just rolls his eyes. “suit yourself.”
donghyuck takes a sip of his mixed drink and makes a face.
“strong?” jaemin asks, almost laughing at donghyuck.
“a little bit,” donghyuck answers, making another face. “i dunno who made this but they either suck or want people to get blacked.”
jaemin is about to say something when there’s a wolf whistle from behind them.
donghyuck is about to hit whoever it is when he turns his head and sees its mark.
“looking good, donghyuck,” mark compliments, eyes unable to leave donghyuck’s body. he is quite obviously under the influence.
donghyuck laughs and hugs mark as a greeting. “hi mark.”
“hi donghyuck.” mark is only focused on donghyuck, barely greeting jaemin, despite being best friends. “glad you could make it.”
donghyuck flushes. “me too.”
“you smell…” mark loops an arm around donghyuck’s waist. “are you in pre-heat?”
donghyuck doesn’t get the chance to even think about responding before jaemin is growling and pulling donghyuck from mark’s grasp.
mark raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“what the fuck?” donghyuck says, prying jaemin’s fingers from his hips. “don’t be weird, jaemin.” donghyuck’s stomach jumps, though, despite donghyuck’s admonishing.
jaemin swallows before starting to walk away. “sorry, hyung,” jaemin apologizes, though he doesn’t sound that sorry, “i’m gonna go find jeno.”
donghyuck feels like he could throw up as jaemin mentions jeno. he doesn’t get to react as jaemin disappears into the crowd. donghyuck heart is sinking, but he puts on a brave face.
“have you seen renjun?” donghyuck asks mark.
“yeah, he was over there–” mark points to the patio and donghyuck walks off in that direction before mark can finish.
donghyuck needs to breathe. fuck.
he steps out onto the patio, where only renjun sits alongside jisung.
“hey,” donghyuck greets, throat dry, as he walks up to the two of them.
“hey?” renjun says, confused. “why are you here?”
“nice to see you too,” donghyuck huffs.
“donghyuck are you okay?” jisung says, obviously confused.
“i’m fine! and, yes! i’m pre-heat. can we normalize going to parties pre-heat?” donghyuck’s moving his arms as he yells.
“hey,” renjun says, standing up. the beta touches donghyuck and the omega immediately stops ranting, immediately relaxing at renjun’s scent. “where’s jaemin?”
“why would i know?” donghyuck responds, a little defensive. but, he’s not yelling anymore.
“be serious right now,” renjun sighs.
donghyuck sighs too. “i dunno. he said he was going to find jeno after i kinda snapped at him.”
jisung stands up an walks over to donghyuck. jisung’s presence helps reduce the anxiety coursing through donghyuck’s body.
“he just left you alone?” renjun asks with this concern in his voice.
donghyuck shrugs. “it’s my fault. i mean, i basically told him to fuck off in front of mark.”
“ouch,” jisung says, “i know that had to be rough.”
“what do you mean?” donghyuck asks, tilting his head. “i mean, it wasn’t nice. but this time felt different.”
“i mean,” jisung starts, looking at renjun for support. renjun nods, encouraging. “just because, like, jaemin has been pining after you for like, the past two months.”
“what.” donghyuck says, deadpanning.
“are you that oblivious?” jisung asks, genuinely curious. “not to be mean.”
“no?” donghyuck takes a deep breath. “okay, jisung, what are you saying?”
renjun sighs loudly. “oh my god. i didn’t think you were this stupid. jaemin obviously likes you.”
“i would hope so, i mean, we’re roommates,” donghyuck says and renjun rolls his eyes.
“donghyuck, be so for real right now. i know you’re like, scared of rejection and shit. but, like, take it serious,” renjun says.
donghyuck purses his lips. “jaemin doesn’t like me. he just wants to fuck me, that’s different.”
jisung snorts. “if jaemin just wanted to fuck you, he would’ve given up a long time ago.”
renjun nods. “c’mon, hyuck. he does so much shit for you, doesn’t complain when you’re up at all hours playing video games, and drives you everywhere.”
donghyuck narrows his eyes. “but…” and, he supposes they are right in a way. jaemin is usually never very adamant about anything, let alone things that concern donghyuck.
“but, what?” renjun asks.
“but, what about jeno?” donghyuck asks, heart immediately thinking about how he got to this point.
jisung shrugs. “jeno said they stopped hooking up like, almost 2 months ago?”
renjun nods. “yeah.”
donghyuck head is reeling. oh.
“oh,” donghyuck says.
renjun just rolls his eyes. “jesus christ.”
“i need to dance,” donghyuck says suddenly. “c’mon, renjun, let’s dance.”
“what?” renjun is cut off as donghyuck grabs his hand and starts pulling him toward the door.
“this is a bad idea,” jisung says, alpha obviously concerned that donghyuck smells so strongly of pre-heat.
donghyuck shrugs. “oh well.”
“my god,” jisung says, following them into the house and onto the dance floor. jisung is standing still, sure as ever that nothing bad is going to happen, as donghyuck and renjun dance together.
donghyuck closes his eyes and dances to the beat. he doesn’t think at all. doesn’t think about how jaemin is weird and jaemin is the worst and jaemin is jaemin.
he swears, even as the alcohol clouds his thoughts, he doesn’t mean to think about jaemin as a body slides up behind him. his heart is pounding.
“donghyuck,” jaemin says and donghyuck’s boiling blood calms as jaemin wraps his arms around donghyuck, nose in the juncture of donghyuck’s neck and shoulder.
instantly, all of donghyuck’s anxieties and fears dissipate. jaemin is here. of course he is.
“jaemin,” donghyuck greets, leaning into jaemin’s body, to his scent.
they dance. and dance. and dance. they dance until jaemin has to drag donghyuck out of the crowd to get water.
“thirsty,” donghyuck says, body hot.
“c’mon, let’s get you some water.” jaemin interlaces their hands and guides donghyuck through the throngs of people. he takes him to the kitchen where the water is and grabs him a bottle. “here,” jaemin says, handing the cold plastic to donghyuck.
donghyuck takes a sip from the already opened bottle with shaky hands. he is a little sweaty, but nothing too bad.
“you okay?” jaemin asks.
donghyuck nods. he hands the bottle back to jaemin, who puts the cap on it. “thank you.”
“always,” jaemin responds. the word settles donghyuck’s stomach.
“do you want to dance anymore?” donghyuck asks.
jaemin laughs a little bit. “i think they’re kicking everyone out.”
“oh?” donghyuck turns to see johnny yelling to get out.
mark comes over to them, grinning. “hey guys. we’re having a little after party kickback thing just ‘cause. you should stay.”
donghyuck looks at jaemin who looks at donghyuck and shrugs.
“if you want to,” jaemin says and donghyuck nods. he feels bad for just leaving mark earlier.
“okay.” donghyuck says.
“sick!” mark exclaims.
the three of them are joined by jeno, chenle, renjun, and jisung eventually. they’re all standing in the kitchen, just talking.
donghyuck isn’t really thinking about what anyone is saying, though, as mark rubs circles on his lower back. it’s the pre-heat, probably, that is making him drowsy.
they somehow start walking toward mark’s living room when jaemin grabs donghyuck by the waist. easily, donghyuck turns and leans into jaemin’s scent.
donghyuck doesn’t usually like it when people scent him in public. it isn’t really how he shows affection, but something deep within him needs jaemin to scent him right now. he bares his neck and jaemin looks amused before he bends down to drag his nose along donghyuck’s neck.
“oh my god,” donghyuck whispers, unable to hold back. it’s something about it. about him asking and jaemin obliging even when they’re in front of their friends.
jaemin continues to scent him, kisses donghyuck’s jawline, pulling him closer and closer, wrapping his arms around donghyuck’s body.
“mine,” jaemin growls quietly.
donghyuck’s knees buckle. “jaemin, my heat-”
“we’re leaving now,” jaemin says and doesn’t even say goodbye to their friends as he practically carries donghyuck out of the house.
donghyuck’s body is on fire, burning, emitting heat. he is so wet and his head is starting to hurt. “jaemin.”
“i know,” jaemin responds, as he hurries to open the car door and put him in the passenger’s seat. he gets in the drivers side and starts the car.
“drive,” donghyuck says, leaning his forehead against the cool window.
“working on it,” jaemin says. he gets them out of their spot next to the curb and vrooms off down the street.
donghyuck whines. the onset of his heat is here.
“jaemin,” donghyuck says again. “i need-” he cuts hinmself off.
“i know, baby,” jaemin replies. “give me 10 minutes.”
donghyuck nods, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
true to his word, in some way donghyuck doesn’t know or even want to know, jaemin has them in the elevator of their apartment 10 minutes later. they’re going up one. two. three. four. five tortuous floors before jaemin is helping donghyuck through the door of their apartment.
donghyuck doesn’t even let jaemin take his shoes off before he is pushing him against the locked door and kissing him.
“wh-” jaemin says as donghyuck pulls at his shirt.
“off,” donghyuck demands, voice nasally already. “jaemin.”
jaemin laughs. “c’mon, baby, let’s go to my bedroom.”
donghyuck groans in frustration as jaemin leads them to his perfectly clean room.
“just fuck me in there,” donghyuck whines.
jaemin doesn’t respond. he shuts the door behind them. he slips out of his shoes and helps donghyuck out of his, kneeling on the ground and kissing donghyuck’s calves as he lips off the converse.
“patience. let’s take it slow,” jaemin says. he pushes donghyuck back onto the bed, still clothed.
donghyuck huffs. “i don’t want to.”
“i know,” jaemin replies, grinning. he towers over donghyuck. “your heat hasn’t even hit you yet, donghyuck.”
“don’t care,” donghyuck says, stubborn as usual.
jaemin shushes him before kissing him. they kiss soft and slow, tender, like they’re about to make love.
donghyuck mewls as jaemin bites down on his bottom lip.
“jaemin,”
“yes, baby?” jaemin replies, licking down donghyuck’s neck.
“touch me,” donghyuck says, but his voice is extra soft.
“i am, aren’t i?” jaemin says, smug.
donghyuck whines. “n-not enough.”
jaemin grins. “‘s not enough?”
“no,” donghyuck answers, about to give in. he can’t do it anymore. he can’t pretend he doesn’t want it as bad as he does. “it’s not enough, jaemin. please.”
“fuck,” jaemin groans, “god, donghyuck. baby. fuck.”
jaemin rips donghyuck’s tank top off his body and pulls his skirt off along with the white undewear donghyuck was wearing that’s soaked with slick.
“god, i need to taste you,” jaemin says, pushing donghyuck’s legs up so he can get to his hole. “you smell so fucking good, baby.”
donghyuck cries out as jaemin licks a stripe across his hole.
jaemin fucks donghyuck with his tongue slow and steady, like he’s making out with donghyuck’s hole. it makes donghyuck embarrassed and so incredibly turned on it is insane.
“f-fuck,” donghyuck stutters out as jaemin presses his finger in alongside his tongue. “jaemin. oh my god.”
“you’re so wet, baby,” jaemin says, mostly to himself.
they continue like this until jaemin has donghyuck trembling with pleasure, thighs shaking.
“more, jaemin,” donghyuck mewls. “please. fuck.”
jaemin sinks in a second finger and thrusts a few times before going three fingers deep.
donghyuck’s back arches off the bed. “ah-”
“shit,” jaemin mumbles. “just taking me right in.”
donghyuck moans. jaemin fingerfucks him hard and deep, other hand pressing gently against donghyuck’s lower tummy to keep donghyuck in place as he squirms. “jaemin, fuck–oh-”
jaemin presses and curls his finger until he finds that spot inside of donghyuck that makes his legs snap shut. jaemin easily pries his thighs open.
“fuck, wanna come,” donghyuck moans out.
“beg for it,” jaemin demands, wrapping his hand around donghyuck’s crying cock. “i wanna hear how bad you want it.”
donghyuck arches into the touch. “jaemin.”
“beg for it, if you want it that bad,” jaemin responds.
donghyuck cries out as jaemin twists his hand just right. “fuck, please, please. let me come, jaemin. please.”
jaemiin twists his hand again and pleasure ripples through donghyuck’s body, back arching off the bed as he comes. jaemin keeps finger fucking him, keeps touching his dick, keeps going until donghyuck is writhing in pain.
“f-fuck,” donghyuck says, cock not going soft, body eventually finding pleasure in jaemin’s touches. “oh, fuck. fuck me, jaemin. please. please, jaemin, fuck me?”
“all you had to do was ask nicely, baby,” jaemin responds. he slips his fingers out of donghyuck’s hole gently before getting off the bed and pulling his shirt off.
jaemin is well built. muscular, toned, hot, sweaty. donghyuck feels himself drooling. jaemin pulls his pants off and donghyuck reacts bodily when he sees how big jaemin is.
“oh,” donghyuck breathes.
“like what you see, baby?” jaemin teases, walking back over to the bed.
donghyuck nods. “want you inside.”
“good,” jaemin responds. he spits on his dick and slicks it up, though he does note that donghyuck is so wet he probably doesn’t even need to do it.
dnghyuck closes his eyes when he feels jaemin at his entrance. he tries to relax, but he tenses up as jaemin starts to push in.
“fu–” donghyuck wails as jaemin doesn’t stop until he is balls deep inside, buried to the hilt.
jaemin doesn’t apologize verbally, just peppers kisses all over donghyuck’s skin. they stay like that for but a minute, jaemin kissing donghyuck and donghyuck trying to adjust to jaemin.
“you can move,” donghyuck says and jaemin tilts his head.
“are you sure?” “please,” donghyuck says, “i need it.”
jaemin moves slowly at first until he is picking up pace and thrusting with vigor.
“shit,” jaemin curses, “you’re taking me so well, baby. like you’re fuckng made for me.” donghyuck moans at the thought. “i-i am.”
“yeah?” jaemin asks. “made to take my cock, hmm?”
donghyuck mewls. “yes, made for you, jaemin.”
jaemin grunts as he fucks donghyuck harder.
donghyuck sounds like some porn star and jaemin is sure they’re going to get complaints from their neighbors.
“shit, baby, you’re so loud.”
donghyuck feels the desperation sinking in. feels the heat taking over. “want everyone to know,” donghyuck says, out of his fucking mind. the pleasure is fucking unreal. “want everyone to know how good you make me feel.”
jaemin’s hips stutter, nearly coming at donghyuck’s words. jaemin pulls out and flips donghyuck over, manhandling the latter so he is on his hands and knees.
donghyuck is so delirious he barely cares as jaemin pushes the tip against his hole but won’t sink in. he just wants jaemin. however jaemin decides to give it to him.
“god, baby, you’re so perfect,” jaemin says and donghyuck preens under the praise.
“fuck me,” donghyuck begs, exapserated. “please, jaem. need–”
jaemin sinks into him slow, making sure donghyuck feels every fucking inch of it.
donghyuck cries out so loud they get a knock on the wall.
“baby,” jaemin laughs, out of breath, and smut as fuck. “god, you’re so fucking good for me.”
“please,” donghyuck says. it is all he can think of. that and jaemin’s name.
“fucked stupid, slut,” jaemin says, and donghyuck moans at his filthy words. he hasn’t started thrusting yet, bottomed out and refusing to move off of donghyuck’s prostate. “i bet you could come from just this.”
donghyuck shakes his head. “no, jaemin. need more.”
“oh really?” jaemin asks, pressing into donghyuck deeper, forcing donghyuck to arch his back form the pleasure.
donghyuck pleads with jaemin, but jaemin just massages donghyuck’s prostate with the tip of his cock.
“if you wanna come, baby,” jaemin says, “you’ll do it like this.”
the pleasure tickles up his spine. donghyuck can feel jaemin in his fucking throat. instead of fighting it, donghyuck widens his legs to let jaemin in deeper.
“good baby,” jaemin praises, hands grabbing at the curves of donghyuck’s waist. “taking me so well. god, i can’t wait to knot you.”
donghyuck gasps at the thought, head fuzzy as jaemin continues his little movements to massage donghyuck’s prostate.
“can’t wait to fill you up, make sure everyone knows who you belong to,” jaemin grunts and donghyuck wails. “c’mon baby,” jaemin goads, “come for me.”
that’s all it takes. jaemin’s permission. donghyuck arches his back and comes hard, body tensing and clutching at whatever it can hold onto before releasing and uncurling.
“fuck, perfect,” jaemin says before he starts to thrust into donghyuck, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in. “god, i’ve been waiting for this moment.”
donghyuck whines, still hard despite just coming.
“fuck,” jaemin says. “god, i wanna knot you.”
“please,” donghyuck pants. “knot me, jaemin. please.”
jaemin’s grip on donghyuck’s hips is tight enough to bruise. “fuck, donghyuck, are you sure?”
donghyuck twists to look jaemin in the eyes. “please. need it. need you.”
jaemin fucks into donghyuck harder and deeper. donghyuck has stopped moaning, pleasure so intense that all he can do is open his mouth and hold on to the pillows.
“jesus,” jaemin mutters, hips slamming against donghyuck’s ass, making the skin jiggle. jaemin is torn between closing his eyes and letting go or keeping his eyes open and elongating the experience.
“jaemin,” donghyuck whines, “i need your knot. please. give it to me.”
“fuck,” jaemin curses. he closes his eyes and fucks donghyuck with new found vigor.
donghyuck feels the knot before jaemin warns him.
“gonna knot you, baby,” jaemin says.
donghyuck just pushes back on jaemin’s knot, trying to get jaemin to push it inside.
“fuck,” jaemin says, “you’re so desperate for it.”
donghyuck practically purrs, body enticing jaemin. “yours,” donghyuck moans.
jaemin sinks his knot inside of donghyuck, perfectly manicured nails digging into donghyuck’s skin, head falling back in pleasure. he fits so perfectly, stretching donghyuck’s hole so beautifully.
donghyuck gasps as jaemin slides in. “oh fuck.”
“look at you, taking my knot like you were made for it.”
donghyuck arches, fingers gripping the pillow.
“taking it so well,” jaemin says as he grinds into donghyuck’s abused hole. “mine.”
donghyuck tenses up and comes, pleasure wracking his body as jaemin wraps his hand around his cock and jerks him off. he comes and comes and comes until jaemin is biting his neck and coming too.
+
the next time donghyuck wakes up and the painful need for cock has subsided, it has been exactly 3 days of jaemin fucking him in and out of conciousness.
donghyuck twists and sits up slowly. his head hurts.
the first thing donghyuck notices is that he is laying on clean sheets in his own room.
“hey,” jaemin greets him with a smile from donghyuck’s desk, sitting shirtless with gray sweats on. jaemin’s macbook is placed in his lap as he works.
“hey,” donghyuck says, voice hoarse.
jaemin closes his laptop and stands up before placing it on donghyuck’s gaming chair. jaemin walks over to donghyuck and the latter notices the bruises on jaemin’s neck and the scratches on his chest and shoulders.
donghyuck feels heat rise to his cheeks, realzing that he is the reason jaemin is all marked up. “sorry about the marks.”
jaemin snorts and shrugs. “you look worse than i do.”
donghyuck looks down at his chest. he’s covered in bruises, black and blue and yellow. he examines his thighs and notices the same pattern. “sorry, i just…heat,” donghyuck tries to explain, but it fails.
jaemin sits down on the bed next to donghyuck and chuckles. “you don’t have to apologize.”
donghyuck nods. his body is sore and exhausted, but he wants to talk to jaemin. he needs to talk to jaemin, but he doesn’t know what to say.
thank you for helping with my heat. by the way, i think i like you and hopefully you like me back. if not, this is mortifying and you need to move out like tomorrow.
no, that is not good.
donghyuck sighs.
“what’s wrong?” jaemin asks, looking ready to jump into action almost immediately.
donghyuck just shrugs. “tired.”
it’s not a complete lie and jaemin seems to believe it.
“sleep,” jaemin says. he lays down on the bed and pulls the blanket over top of them. he pulls donghyuck close to him, making sure they’re cuddling in the way donghyuck prefers.
donghyuck lets himself fall asleep, too scared to do anything else.
+
everything went back to semi-normal after donghyuck’s heat. but, donghyuck felt too embarrassed to say anything about it and jaemin never brought it up.
donghyuck feels like he is going to die. like, actually. this is the worst, most terrible experience ever. he feels rejected. his omega feels rejected. and, to make matters worse, his friends are blowing up his phone asking where he is but he can’t even bring himself to respond.
it sucks, to say the least. donghyuck desperately wants to feel jaemin’s touch, to hear jaemin whispering sweet nothings into his ear, to have jaemin.
but the tough truth of it all is that jaemin doesn’t want him the way donghyuck wants jaemin.
he is sitting on his bed scrolling mindlessly through tiktok when his phone starts to buzz. he almost presses the big red X on the facetime from renjun before deciding it is not his friends fault jaemin is a dick.
“donghyuck!” renjun exclaims as donghyuck appears on his screen.
donghyuck tries to smile and fails. “hey, renjun.”
“well don’t you just look so happy,” renjun says sarcastically and donghyuck huffs. “i’m assuming you and jaemin still haven’t talked.”
“nope,” donghyuck replies. “why would we do that? it isn’t like we have a good history of communication.”
“i’m sorry donghyuck,” renjun says.
“like is it me?” donghyuck asks, “like, why hasn’t he said anything about it?”
“well, you haven’t said anything about it to be fair,” renjun responds.
donghyuck sighs. “i don’t want to bring it up! what if he thinks it was a mistake or, like, just wanted me to fuck? like…”
“isn’t asking better than waiting in limbo?” renjun asks and donghyuck hates him.
“i hate you.”
“i’m just saying,” renjun says with a laugh. “i’d rather just know and get over with it if that’s the case.”
donghyuck closes his eyes and rubs his temples. “i hate when you’re right.”
renjun laughs. “most do.”
+
donghyuck tries to bring it up. he tries exactly three times.
1 – when they’re eating breakfast the day after his facetime with renjun.
2 – when they’re at the gym together.
3 – when they’re at dinner together.
so, yes, he tries. but, he can never force the words out of his mouth.
so now, donghyuck is avoiding jaemin the best he can because being around him is far too painful.
his schedule and routines are all out of wack. he stays on campus longer periods of time so he doesn’t have to see jaemin at all. he showers at weird times of the day to make sure there are no more awkward encounters than there have to be.
it isn’t ideal, but it is far better.
that is, until, donghyuck has fallen asleep at 2 pm on the couch because he is so tired from his wonky schedule.
jaemin walks into the apartment after class around 3 pm and sees donghyuck sleeping.
“donghyuck?” jaemin asks, walking over to donghyuck.
donghyuck jumps awake. he swallows hard. “hey, sorry. i’m…awake…” donghyuck rubs his eyes.
“you never nap,” jaemin says, tilting his head. “what’s going on?”
donghyuck yawns. “nothing. just tired.”
jaemin looks unsure. “i dunno, hyuck. you haven’t been acting yourself lately.”
donghyuck wants to snap and ask jaemin why he thinks that is. but, he doesn’t. “just tired.”
“are you sick?” jaemin asks, touching donghyuck’s forehead.
“no,” donghyuck pulls away from jaemin. “i’m fine.”
“i can tell by your scent that you’re not,” jaemin argues and donghyuck could cry in frustration.
“really?” donghyuck says. “wow, great detective skills, jaemin. really.”
jaemin’s eyebrows furrow. “what is your problem right now?”
“you!” donghyuck screams, angry. “you’re my fucking problem, jaemin. i just want you to stop acting like you actually care about me.”
“what the fuck are you even talking about? of course i care about you, donghyuck,” jaemin says, backing away from the couch.
“you have a really funny way of showing it,” donghyuck mutters under his breath.
of course jaemin hears it though. “donghyuck, you can’t just say shit without context.”
“god! what more context do you fucking need,” donghyuck snaps. “we fucked, you dipshit. you helped me during my heat.”
jaemin is quiet for once in his fucking life, left speechless. “donghyuck, i don’t understand.”
“what do you mean you don’t understand? jaemin! you fucked me during my heat and then didn’t say anything about it.”
“donghyuck!” jaemin yells, obviously angry. “the ball has been in your fucking court this whole time! you–you’re the one who has been avoiding me. i thought this is what you wanted!”
donghyuck swallows, now the one who is speechless. “it’s not what i want,” donghyuck confesses, voice quiet. “i want anything but this.”
jaemin walks and sits down next to donghyuck on the couch. he grabs the omega’s hands. “donghyuck, what is it that you want? we’ve been going in circles for months.”
donghyuck takes a deep breath. “jaemin, i want you.”
jaemin sighs, but smiles. “be a bit more specific.”
donghyuck rolls his eyes. “jaemin na, i want you as more than a friend, more than a fuck buddy, more than whatever the hell this is. i need you to hold me. i want you to be my boyfriend. ”
jaemin leans in and kisses donghyuck. “i’ve been waiting to do that,” jaemin says.
donghyuck blushes. “you’re so cheesy.”
“for you,” jaemin shrugs.
“i need you to say it back,” donghyuck says, trying his best to be honest and vulnerable.
“donghyuck lee, i want you as more than a friend, more than a fuck buddy, more than whatever the hell this is. i don’t know how you never realized it.” jaemin grins.
donghyuck rolls his eyes. “i don’t know how you never realized it, either.”
jaemin just shrugs his shoulders. “good thing i know now.”
donghyuck smiles, big and wide. “does this mean you’ll load the dishwasher?”
“why the fuck would i do that?”
“reparations?” donghyuck offers.
jaemin smirks, “i can think of some reparations better than that.”
donghyuck just giggles.
“i love your laugh,” jaemin says.
donghyuck leans in and kisses jaemin.
this kiss is different from every other kiss they’ve had. softer, sweeter, and so full of pure love.