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“Fuck you, Seungmin,” Minho spits, stomping out the apartment and slamming the door shut behind him. This is the third argument they’ve had this week, all of them ending in Minho cussing Seungmin out and leaving to spend the rest of the day somewhere else. And the worst part is, the things they stem from are so stupid that they almost make Minho want to laugh. A carton of milk left outside, a pair of sneakers carelessly discarded in the hallway… the list goes on. Sometimes Minho wishes he could just move out and find a new place, but he knows that wouldn’t be any better for either of them. They depend on each other, both financially and emotionally, no matter how much they fight. And on top of that, the mere thought of moving out makes Minho’s wolf go wild in protest.
Minho’s friends have brought up multiple times how their codependency is probably really unhealthy now that they’re broken up, but he always just laughs it off. It would be uncomfortable telling them the truth, how his wolf is still utterly and completely obsessed with Seungmin. No matter how much Minho wants to wring his neck, all his wolf wants is to finally claim the omega as his own. He doesn’t know if he loves him or if he wants him dead. It’s confusing, and bothersome, and humiliating, but there’s nothing Minho can do about it, because he’s almost entirely sure that Seungmin has no feelings left for him whatsoever. At least, he doesn’t act like it. When they aren’t fighting, Seungmin is acting perfectly friendly and normal and not insane like Minho feels. But the reason Minho isn’t 100 percent sure about this is because when they are fighting, the way Seungmin stares into his eyes makes heat pool deep in his gut. As if he’s trying to provoke him, to get Minho to finally do something about this thickening tension that’s been building up layer after layer ever since they broke up. It makes Minho’s wolf go absolutely haywire, which is why he always ends up storming out like he just did.
Minho usually goes to Chan’s place and camps out there until he feels calm enough to go back home, but he feels especially horny and pent up today, too much to just show up at Chan’s door and act like everything is fine. So, he instead heads to a nearby cafe and orders a coffee and a pudding and waits it out there.
As he spoons the sweet pudding into his mouth, Minho wonders if it takes as much effort for Seungmin to calm himself down after their fights. Does he have to take deep breaths, trying to ignore the lingering scent of Minho on his clothes that never really went away? Does he have to hole himself up in the bathroom and stare at himself in the mirror until he comes back to reality? Does he have to shove his hand down his boxers at night and bring himself to release with Minho’s name muffled into his fist?
A sharp jolt of arousal shoots through Minho at the thought, and he takes an aggressive gulp of his Americano.
The sun is beginning to set by the time Minho heads back home, the sky darkening behind the cityscape. Minho enters the apartment quietly, gently closing the door behind him. Seungmin is sitting at the dining table, typing away on his laptop. He glances up, his expression totally unreadable.
“Oh,” he says. “You’re back. I ordered takeout, it’s in the kitchen.” His focus returns to his laptop.
Minho just nods, suddenly finding himself unable to speak. Seungmin isn’t wearing scent blockers, which normally wouldn’t be an issue, but Minho is still insanely horny. He should’ve stayed at the cafe for longer. Instead, fresh jasmine and honey fills his nostrils, so thick and suffocating he can almost taste it. He skips the takeout and goes straight to his room (the guest room; Minho is so whipped that he let Seungmin keep the master).
Minho locks the door and scrambles onto the bed, sitting with his back resting against the headboard as he kicks off his pants and boxers. He vaguely hears the muffled sound of Seungmin retreating to his own room. Minho wraps a hand around his throbbing cock, his knot already starting to form around the base. As he strokes, he briefly wonders if Seungmin is doing the same thing on the other side of the apartment. Is he teasing his fingers along his length, or maybe dipping them into his hot, slick hole? Is he biting his pillow to muffle his sweet whines and gasps?
Minho slaps his palm over his mouth to stifle a moan of his own. He can’t keep thinking about Seungmin like this when he can’t have him, it’s only going to make his suffering worse. He begrudgingly fumbles to unlock his phone and opens the cam site Jisung recommended to him: OmegasOnFire. It’s been weeks and he still hasn’t visited it once, so he figures it’s time to give it a shot. Maybe he’ll find someone new to obsess over.
Minho leisurely strokes his cock as he browses the website, scrolling past tied-up twinks and buff beefcakes with vibrators up their assholes. None of them are really doing it for him. In fact, he’s actually starting to get soft. That is, until one thumbnail catches his eye.
It’s a simple shot, just a smooth chest and crossed legs, concealing the omega’s cock. But something about it pulls Minho in. Maybe it’s the fact that PupMini22’s build reminds Minho of a certain ex of his. And although he’s supposed to be using this website to avoid thinking about said ex, Minho can’t help but click on the stream.
Minho’s phone screen is filled with the omega’s slender body, his pink cock now exposed. He’s playing with his dusky nipples, gently pinching and twisting the nubs. Now that Minho is looking at him up close, the camboy’s body looks even more similar to Seungmin’s, eerily so. The long neck, broad shoulders, thin waist…
Minho unconsciously pumps his cock faster, pressing the button on his phone to turn up the volume slightly. He can hear the camboy’s soft, quiet pants as he plays with himself, his dripping cock slowly bucking up into nothing. A steady stream of messages fills the chat box on the side of the screen.
jini.ret so pretty
haengbokkie look at that cute little cock leaking
jutdwae what a desperate little omega
agi_ppang you love teasing us don’t you
Minho frowns slightly, feeling an unexpected surge of jealousy. He closes the chat, focusing on the strangely familiar omega on his screen.
PupMini22 starts to play with his cock, teasing the swollen head. Minho’s dick throbs as he sees the camboy’s slick staining the sheets underneath him, which also look weirdly familiar. Huh. They’re probably from Pottery Barn, everyone gets their sheets there.
The omega shuffles closer to the camera, and that’s when Minho sees it.
The small, faint mole on the left side of his stomach, perfectly in line with his belly button.
There’s no fucking way in hell.
Minho has seen that mole countless times. Has kissed it, licked it, even bitten the skin around it.
PupMini22 lets out a quiet but clear moan, and there’s no doubt about it.
Holy fuck. Seungmin is a camboy.
Not only that, Seungmin is this camboy, the one whose bare chest and leaking cock are currently broadcasted on Minho’s phone screen. This camboy is Seungmin. Seungmin, who Minho hasn’t seen naked in months but has thought about it every single day. Seungmin, whose intoxicating scent and tight ass relentlessly plague Minho’s mind every night. Minho thinks his brain is short circuiting. His dick is short circuiting, with how fucking hard it is right now. His knot is so swollen it hurts. His wolf feels like it’s clawing at his insides, begging to be let out so it can jump Seungmin’s bones and sink its teeth into the smooth expanse of his neck.
Minho comes, wincing as his orgasm rips through him, his heavy load spurting all over his hoodie and bedding. His mind is still racing as he struggles to catch his breath, wiping his hand on his already ruined sheets. So this is how Seungmin has been dealing with his own sexual frustration all this time, by broadcasting himself getting off to hundreds of strangers on the internet. Minho has so many questions. How long has Seungmin been doing this? Since right after they broke up? Since before they broke up? How has he kept it hidden for so long? What else does he do on his streams?
But at the forefront of his mind is his most prominent thought, the one that trumps all others and makes them seem small and insignificant.
He needs to fuck Seungmin, now.
Minho has held back long enough. He’s spent countless evenings holed up in his room or in the bathroom at Chan’s house or even in the break room at work taking deep, calming breaths as he tried to banish all thoughts of Seungmin from his mind, especially the ones that told him to mate, mate, mate. He can’t do it anymore, not after seeing Seungmin so vulnerable, so soft and perfect for the taking. At this moment, Seungmin is the only thing he knows. His omega is all he knows.
So, Minho shoves his pants back on with a newfound sense of urgency, abandoning his phone in his room. He’d rather see the real thing than on his tiny screen in 720p. He strides down the hallway and knocks rapidly on Seungmin’s door.
He waits with bated breath as he hears Seungmin click a key, presumably muting his mic on his stream. “I’m busy, hyung!” he calls, his voice wavering almost imperceptibly.
“Let me in, Seungmin,” Minho demands, pounding his fist on the door for emphasis. The wood trembles from the force.
“Wh-What? Hyung—”
“Just let me in,” Minho interrupts, his voice thick with desperation and lust. His wolf feels out of control. He thinks he may actually break down the door if Seungmin doesn’t let him in within the next thirty seconds.
“O-Okay, okay,” Seungmin says, and Minho hears him shuffling around to turn off the stream. He finally opens the door dressed in his white bathrobe, an enticing sliver of his smooth chest exposed. “Hyung, what—”
Minho cuts him off with a bruising kiss, pushing him into the bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him. Seungmin makes a cute startled mph! noise as his hands fly to Minho’s shoulders for support.
Minho bites at Seungmin’s plump bottom lip and Seungmin pulls away, his eyes blown wide. Minho actually growls, both him and his wolf equally upset at the loss of contact.
“Minho hyung, what are you doing?” Seungmin pants, touching his own lips in shock.
“I…” Minho swallows, his voice rough and hoarse with arousal. “I saw your stream.”
Seungmin pales. “You… what?”
“Your stream, just now. I saw it.”
“O-Oh my god, hyung, I can explain, I—”
“No,” Minho growls again, surging forward and grabbing Seungmin by the collar of his bathrobe. “Don’t explain. Just let me fuck you. Please.”
Seungmin blushes a gorgeous shade of pink, his lips parted in surprise. “Wh-What? You want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” Minho groans, reaching down to adjust his painfully hard cock in his pants. “So bad, Seungmin. I need you, it’s driving me crazy. Fuck, you smell so fucking good—” Minho leans in and drags his nose across Seungmin’s neck, right over his scent gland. He moans as he takes a deep inhale, breathing in the sweet smell of jasmine and honey, fresh and pure and perfectly Seungmin.
“O-Oh,” Seungmin lets out a broken moan, pliantly tilting his head to let Minho scent him freely. “Okay, hyung, yes, fuck me, you can fuck me.”
That’s all the confirmation Minho needs before he is lifting Seungmin up and tossing him onto the bed, shucking off his hoodie and pants and climbing on top of his omega. Seungmin whimpers sweetly as Minho helps him out of his robe, flinging it somewhere off to the side.
“God, you’re so…” Minho groans, running his hands up and down Seungmin’s lean thighs, squeezing and groping them harshly. “So fucking pretty, so good, my perfect omega.”
Seungmin whines at the praise, tangling his fingers in the hair at Minho’s nape. “Hyung, fuck, missed you so bad…”
Minho’s heart hammers in his chest, perhaps even more overwhelming than the incessant throbbing of his cock. “I missed you too, Seungminnie, so much,” he says, peppering kisses along Seungmin’s stomach, paying extra attention to the faint mole. “Need you taste you, Seungmin, fuck.”
“Y-Yes,” Seungmin moans brokenly, tugging at Minho’s hair. “Yes, yes.”
Minho drags his mouth down Seungmin’s pelvis, giving a few licks to his twitching cock before spreading his cheeks and tonguing at his leaking hole. Minho actually thinks his eyes roll back in his head as the explosive taste of Seungmin’s slick overwhelms his senses. It’s been so long, it’s like he’s tasting it for the first time all over again. He can’t help but immediately thrust his tongue right into Seungmin’s tight pucker, swirling it around to drown himself in the honeyed flavor.
“Ah, Alpha!” Seungmin cries out. Minho moans in response, his desperate noises muffled against Seungmin’s ass as he eats him out with increasing fervor. He thinks he could do this forever, could spend the rest of eternity buried in between Seungmin’s round ass cheeks tasting his delicious slick.
Unfortunately for him, Seungmin soon thumps at his shoulder, urging him off. Minho growls in protest, his grip on Seungmin’s thighs tightening, leaving finger-shaped bruises on the tender skin.
“Don’t wanna come yet,” Seungmin pants, trying to placate Minho with gentle fingers running through his hair. Minho is slightly embarrassed to admit that it works. “Want this to last, and then I wanna come on Alpha’s knot.”
“Fuck,” Minho mutters, and scrambles back up to kiss Seungmin again. He slides his tongue past the omega’s soft lips, his obedient mouth parting immediately for Minho. The kiss turns increasingly desperate as the two of them buck and writhe against each other, sweat sliding between their flushed bodies.
“C-Can I taste you too, Alpha?” Seungmin stutters sweetly when they break apart to catch their breath, and Minho almost comes on the spot.
“Of course, baby, fuck.” Minho hurries to switch their positions so he is laying on the bed under Seungmin, who wraps his nimble fingers around the alpha’s thick cock, making eye contact with him all the while.
Minho throws his head back with a loud groan as Seungmin begins licking at his tip, lapping up every drop of pre-cum right as it beads at the slit.
“S-Seungmin, baby, so good,” Minho moans, threading his fingers in Seungmin’s soft hair. Seungmin wraps his lips around the head of his cock and sucks, spurred on by the praise.
“Alpha,” Seungmin slurs dazedly as he pulls off for a moment with a lewd wet noise. “Tastes so good. Love it.”
Minho bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure as Seungmin goes back to sucking at his painfully swollen head. “That’s my good omega, fuck… Come on, take it deeper.”
Seungmin hollows his cheeks as he lowers his mouth further on Minho’s length, not stopping until it hits the back of his throat. He coughs and splutters a bit but doesn’t budge, being good for Minho. Fuck.
“That’s it,” Minho groans, his hand in Seungmin’s hair guiding his head up and down on his thick cock. Obscene slurps and squelches fill the room, mixing beautifully with Seungmin’s choked whimpers and Minho’s sharp pants.
Minho can feel Seungmin drooling all over his dick, the wetness dripping onto his rapidly forming knot. He suddenly sees stars as Seungmin’s teeth accidentally scrape against his skin, and he has to wrangle the omega off his cock to keep from coming too soon.
Seungmin whines, wiping the drool off his chin and climbing into Minho’s lap, rubbing his face in the scent glands on the alpha’s neck. “Alpha,” he whimpers, and Minho squeezes above his knot to stop himself from bursting. “Fuck me, please, knot me, mate me, make me yours—”
Minho goes feral, his wolf instincts fully consuming him at the mere mention of the word mate. He grabs Seungmin roughly by the waist and slams him face-down onto the mattress, pulling his hips up and guiding the head of his cock to his leaking hole. Seungmin keens loudly as Minho enters him, his rim stretching obscenely around his thickness. Minho can’t believe he’s about to claim his omega, something they had never even talked about when they were dating, although Minho had always fantasized about it. Now, his dreams are about to become reality. Seungmin is about to become his. His Seungmin, his omega, his mate.
Minho begins to thrust at a quick and steady pace, his hands gripping tightly at Seungmin’s hips as his pelvis slaps against his ass. “S-So tight,” Minho moans, and Seungmin whimpers in response.
“A-Alpha,” he whines, glancing back to meet Minho’s gaze with teary eyes and flushed cheeks as his body trembles with the force of his thrusts. Fuck, Minho is done for. He has genuinely ascended. He’s never going to get any higher than this. “Knot, please…”
Minho has never been one to deny his omega, especially when he’s equally desperate himself. Sweat drips down from his soaked bangs onto Seungmin’s back as he eases his swollen knot inside, groaning at the tightness. Seungmin wails in pleasure, his nails helplessly scrabbling at the sheets below him.
“Oh god, oh god, alpha,” he cries, sobbing into a pillow. “So good, so good, please, mate me, please—”
Minho growls and leans down to mouth at Seungmin’s neck, swirling his tongue around the unblemished skin where his mark will go. Minho’s mark, on Seungmin’s neck. It still feels unreal.
“My omega,” Minho pants, and he bites down, sinking his teeth into Seungmin’s impossibly soft skin, right above his scent gland. The copper taste of blood fills his mouth, along with a hint of the sweet honey and jasmine that is uniquely Seungmin. The taste on his tongue and the thought of Seungmin being his pushes Minho over the edge. He fills his omega up with spurt after spurt of thick cum, his fully formed knot not allowing a single drop to escape.
Seungmin cries out and comes with a single stroke of his cock, staining the Pottery Barn sheets beneath him.
“Mine,” Minho murmurs softly, placing soothing kisses over the fresh bite mark on Seungmin’s neck. It’s so beautiful, the red indents of Minho’s teeth against Seungmin’s flushed skin.
“Wow,” Seungmin pants, twisting around to face Minho. He looks impossibly pretty, dried tear tracks staining his cheeks and mouth stretched in an adorable grin. “Can you believe we spent all those months broken up when all we had to do was fuck it out?”
Minho laughs, kissing Seungmin’s cheek and playfully nipping at his jaw. “Well, we are kind of idiots.”
Seungmin snorts. “That we are.”
Minho suddenly remembers something and frowns. “I hope you know you have to delete your streaming channel now,” he says. “You know I don’t like to share.”
Seungmin smiles cheekily and wraps his arms around Minho’s neck, pulling him closer and affectionately bumping their foreheads together. “I know. I’m yours now. That’s what this is for.” He cranes his neck to show off the mating mark.
Minho groans and buries his face in Seungmin’s scent gland, breathing in his favorite smell in the world. “Well then, my omega, care to join me in the shower for round two?”
“Race you,” Seungmin says, and darts to the bathroom with a shit-eating grin. Minho sighs and gets up from the bed, stretching out his sore limbs. Maybe there’s still hope for him and Seungmin to work out after all.