be a good baby (do what i want)
pairing: xiuhun
rating/warning: nc-17, age kink
genre: smut!!! soccer au
length: 2100 words. prequel to light of my life but works as a standalone too.
summary: blame luhan for being lu-ge, for being different, for being so stupidly good at soccer, and for making sehun desperately want minseok begging beneath him, moaning sehun-oppa. inspired by this prompt.
Blame Luhan.
Yeah, blame Luhan, in all of his sweet, sanguine, foreign glory.
Blame Luhan for being Lu-ge, for being different, for being so stupidly good at soccer.
Blame Luhan, just so long as Sehun, the poor thing, escapes with his innocence intact.
Ignore the psychological problems - the Lolita complex, the eternal fear of emasculation, the daddy issues - and the sexual confusion, the locker room voyeurism, etcetera - and blame Luhan for Sehun’s painful, jealous erection right now.
Sehun’s not remotely attracted to Luhan, though. Sure, he’s pretty, all big eyes and long legs and feminine smile, but Luhan’s not really the aphrodisiac in this situation. It’s still his fault, though, because he’s got Minseok chasing after him wearing nothing above the waist but a mesh pinny jersey, trying to steal the soccer ball back and screaming, “Lu-ge!” into the noonday sun.
And the problem here, the reason Sehun’s hard, is that Luhan is younger than Minseok, but he’s got the elder shouting honorifics after him as they run around the field.
And all Sehun has found himself wanting is for Minseok to call him, rather than Luhan, by the silly honorifics: Hun-ge, Sehun-hyung, even, on his worst nights Sehun-oppa.
But Minseok’s starting grad school and so is Luhan and their age difference is negligible compared to Sehun and Minseok’s four years and, when Sehun confronted him about it, he just laughed that he thought Luhan was older when they met and shook Sehun by the collar, raising his eyebrow with a “yah, you jealous, little one?”
Sehun distinctly remembers wanting to smack that smug smirk right off his sweet little face.
And Minseok has his fair share of confusing hard-ons, too. He’s not attracted to Luhan either - he just likes having a new kid to kick the ball to, especially an agile one who always seems to know where he is on the field - and he’s lonely. He’s the eldest of the soccer team and nobody challenges him even though he’s not captain or anything special. He doesn’t feel like the eldest, and he doesn’t want to be treated as such. Maybe the Lu-ge thing is a manifestation of his need for someone, anyone, to push him around and treat him like he’s a little less than he is.
Not Luhan, though. Luhan’s too sweet to be taken seriously. He’s entertained the fantasy a few times, but it’s only ever resulted in confusion and cold showers, trying to erase the image from his head. Luhan’s a friend, and Minseok doesn’t have the confidence or the time to think of his other teammates like that.
But Oh Sehun, young and lanky though he is, will make Minseok want him like that. He’ll erase this Lu-ge business once and for all, because ever since he stumbled upon the soccer team, captained by Kim Joonmyeon and Wu Yifan, a few weeks into his first term, and managed to replace some lanky idiot named Chanyeol as goalie within a few days, he’s had a burning crush on Kim Minseok, their star forward, with his sharp eyes and soft cheeks. And it was absolutely sweet and simple up until Luhan showed up, back from studying in his native China, and the Lu-ge business complicated everything, and he can’t decide if he’s angry or thankful. In any case, he needs to get Minseo sucking him off, calling him hyung, because that has been his paramount desire for quite a while and giving up now would entail weakness or something.
He’s not really sure. He just really, really wants Minseok.
Sehun’s fucked up and so is Minseok and neither of them know what to do about it, but Sehun, in his eternal quest for dominance, is the only one who tries anything.
Masculine as ever, eager to reverse the age paradigm, Sehun takes the only logical outlet: petulant whining.
Maybe it’s cocky, but he thinks that Minseok just needs to hear himself say those words, call Sehun by the names the younger thinks he deserves, hyung and oppa, if he’s honest, and it’ll all go easily from there.
And so, while they’re all drunkish in Joonmyun’s apartment after a victory, he throws himself on the captains and demands some informal-speaking time like a true dominant male would.
It works pretty well on Joonmyun, but Minseok overhears from his post at the bar and yelps in protest, puffing out his chest like a precious little idiot, a kitten who thinks he’s a lion.
Sehun wants to tame him so terribly.
Yifan shakes his head skeptically, perfectly happy with his position as captain and third-eldest. Sehun pouts and goes to nurse a beer in the corner, watching jealously as Minseok and Luhan play Chanyeol and Jongdae in beer pong. Sehun bites his lip, trying to ignore the way his heartbeat accelerates when Minseok wins and high-fives his precious Lu-ge, who proceeds to run and get drinks. Minseok frowns and looks around as Jongdae and Chanyeol talk. His eyes finally settle on a sad-looking Sehun and so he raises an eyebrow and a beckoning finger to the younger.
See, he’s been thinking, all through this round, that Sehun’s on to something, that his stupid whining might be just what Minseok’s been looking for. Maybe he’s hammered or maybe it’s just been too long since he’s gotten laid, but that’s not important. What matters is that he’s gotten half-hard and love-drunk on a few bad thoughts and now he has some diabolical ideas in his head.
“What’s wrong, Hunnie? Still pissed about not getting your informal time?” he laughs. Sehun sticks out his tongue, glaring. “Huh? Are you still pissed, Sehun hyung?”
And Sehun’s mouth goes dry. His heart drops to his pants and his pants rise to a half-hard tent - he’s that into it.
Minseok raises an eyebrow at Sehun’s reaction and sets down his drink, walking over to the younger boy’s armchair and sitting down in his lap like a cartoon playboy.
“What’s a matter, hyungnim? You like it when it talk like this?”
Minseok’s voice smells like cheap vodka laced deep with sarcasm but it doesn’t make Sehun any less excited.
“Aw, shit, kid - I mean, uh, sunbaenim - you do!”
“And?” Sehun’s glare is endearingly defensive.
“It’s cute.”
“Really?”
It’s hard to tell whether Sehun sounds more challenging or disappointed.
“Very manly, then, Hyungie dearest. Or would you prefer oppa?”
Minseok grinds his ass down on the --pa. Sehun grunts.
“Well shit, you certainly would. ‘S good to know. Oops, Lu-ge’s got my drink. I should go. I’ll be back, I think,” Minseok laughs, and as much as Sehun wants to hate him for the liquor on his breath and for being so casual about all of the shit over which Sehun’s spent the last few months in abject anxiety, he can’t, because this tipsy Minseok is everything Sehun’s ever wanted in a doting dongsaeng, and he’s pink-cheeked and lovely besides.
He and Luhan lose this round of beer pong, and Luhan decides to seek consolation in Yixing’s collarbones. Jongdae and Chanyeol disperse too, and Minseok comes up to Sehun. It’s his turn to pout now, and he does a spectacular job of it, pushing his lower lip out as he drags his drunken ass back to Sehun’s lap. Maybe it’s a mockery, but Sehun’s sure as shit turned on by the whole spectacle.
“Hey there,” Minseok murmurs. He wraps his little hands around Sehun’s neck and rests his head on his shoulder. “How’s my favorite little angry fake hyung?”
“Fine. H-how about you?”
“Damn, Hunnie, so boring… Aren’t you gonna ridicule me? Play this up? Call me sloppy, spank me, fuck me in the bathroom? Or what?”
His voice is hushed and smug - that of a young, hungry animal. Sehun gulps as the elder grinds wantonly into him, challenging him with smirking, feline eyes.
“Is that what you want?” Sehun asks, stunned.
“Oh Sehun, you clueless little bastard!” Minsok scolds, then tilts his head up to whisper in Sehun’s ear. “I’m grinding on you like an idiot in front of all your precious friends and you’re wondering if I want to? Isn’t this what you want? Jesus, at least be pissed that I’m not calling you hyung.”
“Oppa,” Sehun corrects softly and moves to stand up with Minseok still on his lap.
Minseok’s eyes widen and he swings his legs up like he thinks he’s Sehun’s blushing bride, and with his skinny waist and cheeks flushed red from drinking, he almost looks it. Sehun grabs him, degenerate desires nearly torn asunder by his stupid craving for romance.
“Noted, oppa,” Minseok murmurs into Sehun’s neck, nearly jeopardizing the loose hold Sehun’s barely got on him. The mere word is enough to set the immorality back into motion, and they’re both glad that nobody’s watching them as Sehun pulls Minseok into the bathroom and drops him gracelessly onto the counter by the sink to kiss him. Joonmyeon’s toiletries spill off of it as Minseok’s hands scramble for purchase. His head hits the thin plaster wall and the sound echoes; Sehun hisses, pulling Minseok closer.
Minseok’s mouth tastes like sweat and liquor and Sehun’s tastes like boyhood. It’s all terrible and innocent, warring tongues and hands scrabbling at buttons, until Minseok wraps his legs around Sehun’s and pulls him in closer, breaking the kiss.
“Whaddaya want from me, oppa?” Minseok asks, cheeky and casual like a poorly-behaved schoolboy - schoolgirl, rather, Sehun realizes with a grunt.
“I - ah - elbows. O-on the counter.”
“No need to be so nervous, Oppa,” Minseok says soothingly, unbuttoning his jeans and obeying, but Sehun can hear the glimmer of haughtiness in his voice.
“Shut up,” he huffs, smacking Minseok’s ass before he scrapes the boxer-briefs down his thighs and spreads him open.
“Mmm, no foreplay. Interesting…” Minseok chuckles into the mirror.
“Shut up, I said.” Sehun pushes a finger in, dry, and Minseok gasps, clenching his whole body. Try as he might to act clever, he’s just a debauched little animal, Sehun’s for the taking.
“Y-yes Oppa,”
He doesn’t sound so much like a lion now. Sehun works him open with long fingers, eliciting kittenish growls and sweet, domestic sighs.
And something in Minseok’s switched off, his clever streak abandoned in the face of pleasure. Sehun’s good at this and Minseok doesn’t even want to now where he learnt it. He just wants to be fucked and subjugated, and if he has to call his sweet little goalkeeper oppa for that to happen, then so be it.
And Sehun doesn’t seem half so sweet or half so little when he’s pushing his fingers into Minseok’s mouth so that the star forward can lube them up with hot spit, murmuring honorifics as he hears Sehun running them along his cock.
It’s amazing, the way every well-placed word can pull throaty sounds from the goalie’s throat. Even standing as he is, ass in the air and Joonmyeon’s toothpaste digging into his numb wrists, Minseok can sense the way Sehun’s breath heats up when he clenches and gasps, begging incoherently for his new oppa’s cock.
Sehun’s certainly not little when he’s pushing into Minseok, knuckles white and gripping onto the counter. His little animal is so tight that it almost takes too much self-control not to switch the paradigm back into its rightful place and moan for Minseok-hyung.
But Minseok’s good at keeping character. His pleasure escapes his throat in choked fragments of oppa and sunbaenim and hyung, the latter of which earns him a hard slap to his pink ass.
And Sehun grows more addicted to his newfound power with every thrust, fucking Minseok until his very being is numb with the beautiful lie. Minseok’s moans only make it easier, and even though the forward’s erection is hard against his belly, Sehun barely heeds him, merely teasing with the occasional stroke so as to elicit another groan of “Oppa!”
Sehun comes inside of him and the cum drips down Minseok’s thighs as the younger pulls out and strokes Minseok gently until he follows suit, nearly hitting his head on the unforgiving counter in his momentary ecstasy.
Once he’s ridden out his orgasm, Sehun smacks Minseok’s ass and the elder straightens his back, panting softly.
“That was f-fun,” Minseok laughs, and Sehun glares at him pointedly.
“-that was fun, Oppa,” he murmurs into Sehun’s neck, and everything fades out from there, but when Sehun wakes up in the bathtub the next afternoon with a pounding headache, oppa scrawled on his cheek in kohl eyeliner, he picks himself up with a little smirk.
See, he’s got a poorly behaved kitten waiting for him in the locker room for Saturday practice, and he can’t be late.
(Really, he ought to thank Luhan for catalyzing all of this.)
sequel
note: man oh man this fricking au i love this au so much but i'm so ashamed of it at the same time yeehaw merry xiuhun
rating/warning: nc-17, age kink
genre: smut!!! soccer au
length: 2100 words. prequel to light of my life but works as a standalone too.
summary: blame luhan for being lu-ge, for being different, for being so stupidly good at soccer, and for making sehun desperately want minseok begging beneath him, moaning sehun-oppa. inspired by this prompt.
Blame Luhan.
Yeah, blame Luhan, in all of his sweet, sanguine, foreign glory.
Blame Luhan for being Lu-ge, for being different, for being so stupidly good at soccer.
Blame Luhan, just so long as Sehun, the poor thing, escapes with his innocence intact.
Ignore the psychological problems - the Lolita complex, the eternal fear of emasculation, the daddy issues - and the sexual confusion, the locker room voyeurism, etcetera - and blame Luhan for Sehun’s painful, jealous erection right now.
Sehun’s not remotely attracted to Luhan, though. Sure, he’s pretty, all big eyes and long legs and feminine smile, but Luhan’s not really the aphrodisiac in this situation. It’s still his fault, though, because he’s got Minseok chasing after him wearing nothing above the waist but a mesh pinny jersey, trying to steal the soccer ball back and screaming, “Lu-ge!” into the noonday sun.
And the problem here, the reason Sehun’s hard, is that Luhan is younger than Minseok, but he’s got the elder shouting honorifics after him as they run around the field.
And all Sehun has found himself wanting is for Minseok to call him, rather than Luhan, by the silly honorifics: Hun-ge, Sehun-hyung, even, on his worst nights Sehun-oppa.
But Minseok’s starting grad school and so is Luhan and their age difference is negligible compared to Sehun and Minseok’s four years and, when Sehun confronted him about it, he just laughed that he thought Luhan was older when they met and shook Sehun by the collar, raising his eyebrow with a “yah, you jealous, little one?”
Sehun distinctly remembers wanting to smack that smug smirk right off his sweet little face.
And Minseok has his fair share of confusing hard-ons, too. He’s not attracted to Luhan either - he just likes having a new kid to kick the ball to, especially an agile one who always seems to know where he is on the field - and he’s lonely. He’s the eldest of the soccer team and nobody challenges him even though he’s not captain or anything special. He doesn’t feel like the eldest, and he doesn’t want to be treated as such. Maybe the Lu-ge thing is a manifestation of his need for someone, anyone, to push him around and treat him like he’s a little less than he is.
Not Luhan, though. Luhan’s too sweet to be taken seriously. He’s entertained the fantasy a few times, but it’s only ever resulted in confusion and cold showers, trying to erase the image from his head. Luhan’s a friend, and Minseok doesn’t have the confidence or the time to think of his other teammates like that.
But Oh Sehun, young and lanky though he is, will make Minseok want him like that. He’ll erase this Lu-ge business once and for all, because ever since he stumbled upon the soccer team, captained by Kim Joonmyeon and Wu Yifan, a few weeks into his first term, and managed to replace some lanky idiot named Chanyeol as goalie within a few days, he’s had a burning crush on Kim Minseok, their star forward, with his sharp eyes and soft cheeks. And it was absolutely sweet and simple up until Luhan showed up, back from studying in his native China, and the Lu-ge business complicated everything, and he can’t decide if he’s angry or thankful. In any case, he needs to get Minseo sucking him off, calling him hyung, because that has been his paramount desire for quite a while and giving up now would entail weakness or something.
He’s not really sure. He just really, really wants Minseok.
Sehun’s fucked up and so is Minseok and neither of them know what to do about it, but Sehun, in his eternal quest for dominance, is the only one who tries anything.
Masculine as ever, eager to reverse the age paradigm, Sehun takes the only logical outlet: petulant whining.
Maybe it’s cocky, but he thinks that Minseok just needs to hear himself say those words, call Sehun by the names the younger thinks he deserves, hyung and oppa, if he’s honest, and it’ll all go easily from there.
And so, while they’re all drunkish in Joonmyun’s apartment after a victory, he throws himself on the captains and demands some informal-speaking time like a true dominant male would.
It works pretty well on Joonmyun, but Minseok overhears from his post at the bar and yelps in protest, puffing out his chest like a precious little idiot, a kitten who thinks he’s a lion.
Sehun wants to tame him so terribly.
Yifan shakes his head skeptically, perfectly happy with his position as captain and third-eldest. Sehun pouts and goes to nurse a beer in the corner, watching jealously as Minseok and Luhan play Chanyeol and Jongdae in beer pong. Sehun bites his lip, trying to ignore the way his heartbeat accelerates when Minseok wins and high-fives his precious Lu-ge, who proceeds to run and get drinks. Minseok frowns and looks around as Jongdae and Chanyeol talk. His eyes finally settle on a sad-looking Sehun and so he raises an eyebrow and a beckoning finger to the younger.
See, he’s been thinking, all through this round, that Sehun’s on to something, that his stupid whining might be just what Minseok’s been looking for. Maybe he’s hammered or maybe it’s just been too long since he’s gotten laid, but that’s not important. What matters is that he’s gotten half-hard and love-drunk on a few bad thoughts and now he has some diabolical ideas in his head.
“What’s wrong, Hunnie? Still pissed about not getting your informal time?” he laughs. Sehun sticks out his tongue, glaring. “Huh? Are you still pissed, Sehun hyung?”
And Sehun’s mouth goes dry. His heart drops to his pants and his pants rise to a half-hard tent - he’s that into it.
Minseok raises an eyebrow at Sehun’s reaction and sets down his drink, walking over to the younger boy’s armchair and sitting down in his lap like a cartoon playboy.
“What’s a matter, hyungnim? You like it when it talk like this?”
Minseok’s voice smells like cheap vodka laced deep with sarcasm but it doesn’t make Sehun any less excited.
“Aw, shit, kid - I mean, uh, sunbaenim - you do!”
“And?” Sehun’s glare is endearingly defensive.
“It’s cute.”
“Really?”
It’s hard to tell whether Sehun sounds more challenging or disappointed.
“Very manly, then, Hyungie dearest. Or would you prefer oppa?”
Minseok grinds his ass down on the --pa. Sehun grunts.
“Well shit, you certainly would. ‘S good to know. Oops, Lu-ge’s got my drink. I should go. I’ll be back, I think,” Minseok laughs, and as much as Sehun wants to hate him for the liquor on his breath and for being so casual about all of the shit over which Sehun’s spent the last few months in abject anxiety, he can’t, because this tipsy Minseok is everything Sehun’s ever wanted in a doting dongsaeng, and he’s pink-cheeked and lovely besides.
He and Luhan lose this round of beer pong, and Luhan decides to seek consolation in Yixing’s collarbones. Jongdae and Chanyeol disperse too, and Minseok comes up to Sehun. It’s his turn to pout now, and he does a spectacular job of it, pushing his lower lip out as he drags his drunken ass back to Sehun’s lap. Maybe it’s a mockery, but Sehun’s sure as shit turned on by the whole spectacle.
“Hey there,” Minseok murmurs. He wraps his little hands around Sehun’s neck and rests his head on his shoulder. “How’s my favorite little angry fake hyung?”
“Fine. H-how about you?”
“Damn, Hunnie, so boring… Aren’t you gonna ridicule me? Play this up? Call me sloppy, spank me, fuck me in the bathroom? Or what?”
His voice is hushed and smug - that of a young, hungry animal. Sehun gulps as the elder grinds wantonly into him, challenging him with smirking, feline eyes.
“Is that what you want?” Sehun asks, stunned.
“Oh Sehun, you clueless little bastard!” Minsok scolds, then tilts his head up to whisper in Sehun’s ear. “I’m grinding on you like an idiot in front of all your precious friends and you’re wondering if I want to? Isn’t this what you want? Jesus, at least be pissed that I’m not calling you hyung.”
“Oppa,” Sehun corrects softly and moves to stand up with Minseok still on his lap.
Minseok’s eyes widen and he swings his legs up like he thinks he’s Sehun’s blushing bride, and with his skinny waist and cheeks flushed red from drinking, he almost looks it. Sehun grabs him, degenerate desires nearly torn asunder by his stupid craving for romance.
“Noted, oppa,” Minseok murmurs into Sehun’s neck, nearly jeopardizing the loose hold Sehun’s barely got on him. The mere word is enough to set the immorality back into motion, and they’re both glad that nobody’s watching them as Sehun pulls Minseok into the bathroom and drops him gracelessly onto the counter by the sink to kiss him. Joonmyeon’s toiletries spill off of it as Minseok’s hands scramble for purchase. His head hits the thin plaster wall and the sound echoes; Sehun hisses, pulling Minseok closer.
Minseok’s mouth tastes like sweat and liquor and Sehun’s tastes like boyhood. It’s all terrible and innocent, warring tongues and hands scrabbling at buttons, until Minseok wraps his legs around Sehun’s and pulls him in closer, breaking the kiss.
“Whaddaya want from me, oppa?” Minseok asks, cheeky and casual like a poorly-behaved schoolboy - schoolgirl, rather, Sehun realizes with a grunt.
“I - ah - elbows. O-on the counter.”
“No need to be so nervous, Oppa,” Minseok says soothingly, unbuttoning his jeans and obeying, but Sehun can hear the glimmer of haughtiness in his voice.
“Shut up,” he huffs, smacking Minseok’s ass before he scrapes the boxer-briefs down his thighs and spreads him open.
“Mmm, no foreplay. Interesting…” Minseok chuckles into the mirror.
“Shut up, I said.” Sehun pushes a finger in, dry, and Minseok gasps, clenching his whole body. Try as he might to act clever, he’s just a debauched little animal, Sehun’s for the taking.
“Y-yes Oppa,”
He doesn’t sound so much like a lion now. Sehun works him open with long fingers, eliciting kittenish growls and sweet, domestic sighs.
And something in Minseok’s switched off, his clever streak abandoned in the face of pleasure. Sehun’s good at this and Minseok doesn’t even want to now where he learnt it. He just wants to be fucked and subjugated, and if he has to call his sweet little goalkeeper oppa for that to happen, then so be it.
And Sehun doesn’t seem half so sweet or half so little when he’s pushing his fingers into Minseok’s mouth so that the star forward can lube them up with hot spit, murmuring honorifics as he hears Sehun running them along his cock.
It’s amazing, the way every well-placed word can pull throaty sounds from the goalie’s throat. Even standing as he is, ass in the air and Joonmyeon’s toothpaste digging into his numb wrists, Minseok can sense the way Sehun’s breath heats up when he clenches and gasps, begging incoherently for his new oppa’s cock.
Sehun’s certainly not little when he’s pushing into Minseok, knuckles white and gripping onto the counter. His little animal is so tight that it almost takes too much self-control not to switch the paradigm back into its rightful place and moan for Minseok-hyung.
But Minseok’s good at keeping character. His pleasure escapes his throat in choked fragments of oppa and sunbaenim and hyung, the latter of which earns him a hard slap to his pink ass.
And Sehun grows more addicted to his newfound power with every thrust, fucking Minseok until his very being is numb with the beautiful lie. Minseok’s moans only make it easier, and even though the forward’s erection is hard against his belly, Sehun barely heeds him, merely teasing with the occasional stroke so as to elicit another groan of “Oppa!”
Sehun comes inside of him and the cum drips down Minseok’s thighs as the younger pulls out and strokes Minseok gently until he follows suit, nearly hitting his head on the unforgiving counter in his momentary ecstasy.
Once he’s ridden out his orgasm, Sehun smacks Minseok’s ass and the elder straightens his back, panting softly.
“That was f-fun,” Minseok laughs, and Sehun glares at him pointedly.
“-that was fun, Oppa,” he murmurs into Sehun’s neck, and everything fades out from there, but when Sehun wakes up in the bathtub the next afternoon with a pounding headache, oppa scrawled on his cheek in kohl eyeliner, he picks himself up with a little smirk.
See, he’s got a poorly behaved kitten waiting for him in the locker room for Saturday practice, and he can’t be late.
(Really, he ought to thank Luhan for catalyzing all of this.)
sequel
note: man oh man this fricking au i love this au so much but i'm so ashamed of it at the same time yeehaw merry xiuhun