mittens. mittens, listen. there was a prompt for a bitching fic in the linoracha fest i participated and i wanted to write it so bad, like so bad. but then i thought, wow, i've already written quite a few for that fest and felt like it'd come across as greedy so i just. never finished what i started writing for it. i'm going to add in what i had written for that here and hope that you enioy it, and who knows? maybe one day i shall complete it bc linoracha is one of my favourite genres ever.

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It starts with an offhand joke.

“Hyung, I swear. If I saw your tits on AlphaOne there’s literally no way I’d think you weren’t an omega.”

They’re in the gym, all four of them. Minho, Chan, Jisung, and Changbin. It’s a little past eight in the night and it was a tradition of sorts for them to hit the gym to destress after a long day of bending over and showing hole to the corporate gods.

Minho’s starfished on the exercise mats, cooling off when Changbin takes off his shirt and Jisung cracks his joke. Chan’s drinking water from his fancy little vsco-girl bottle but Minho’s eyes are immediately drawn away from their oldest alpha’s cock-sucking lips to their third-eldest’s fat tits.

Minho’s an equal opportunity alpha; he doesn’t really care what sub-gender he fucks as long as they’re wet and tight. He’s not so far up this toxic masculinity bullshit to not appreciate a good body just because it belongs to an alpha, and he immediately gets what Jisung means.

Even upside down, Changbin’s pecs are immaculate.

They look heavy. The perfect balance of muscle and fat. They’re perky, his skin is tan and dewy. His nipples are cute like little chocolate chips. There’s an obvious distention between Changbin’s muscular mid-section and his chest. Minho feels his mouth water as he absently watches a trickle of sweat slide down the valley of his pecs.

Changbin has the type of pecs that’d jiggle while he’s being fucked.

“You’re sick,” Changbin grumbles at Jisung even while he’s clearly trying to bite back a smile. “You’re like, genuinely sick in the head.”

“I’m not!” Jisung whines, waddling closer to Changbin, his hands outstretched. Changbin pushes him away with a hand to his face while Minho kicks Jisung in the shin when he gets a little too close to stepping on him.

“Lemme touch ‘em,” Jisung wheedles, very undeterred. “Just one squeeze- “

Changbin yells and swats at the youngest alpha. Jisung keens, playing up the hurt. He’s still trying to grope Changbin’s tits.

Minho idly watches as Changbin gets Jisung in a headlock. Chan sits down next to him, also content to just observe.

“How long will it take until Changbin realizes he’d given Jisung exactly what he’d been asking for?” Chan whispers. Minho snorts because he can see the absolute blissed out expression on Jisung’s face with Changbin’s beefy bicep and forearm blocking his airflow and the close proximity of his mouth to one of Changbin’s nipples.

“Too long,” Minho answers. Drags his eyes down Changbin’s body.

Corded neck. Muscular arms. Strong waist.

Tree trunk thighs.

Fat fucking pecs that glisten with sweat, Jisung’s face squished against one.

“He’s right though,” Minho murmurs, too low for anyone but Chan to hear. “Changbinnie would make a good omega.”

Chan peers down at Minho, his soft eyes sharp. Minho blinks up at the older alpha, guileless as a newborn pup.

“You prefer pussy,” Chan murmurs back like he’s trying to remind Minho of it. “Changbin doesn’t have a pussy.”

“I don’t prefer pussy,” Minho counters primly. “I like holes when they’re tight and wet.”

“Changbin’s hole won’t be wet,” Chan muses. “But it would be tight. We could make it wet though, so.”

Minho smirks up at his hyung.

“Think about Changbin’s hole often?”

Chan laughs, adorable squeaky giggle and all, playfully tugging some of Minho’s hair in retaliation.

“Don’t be crude,” he says like a hypocrite.

Minho rolls his eyes. Chan’s hands linger in his hair.

“Wanna fuck?” he poses his question.

Chan, to his credit, only blushes just a little. His fingertips are warm against Minho’s sweat-chilled forehead.

“We’ll head to Janus later?”

“Mm,” Minho hums, closing his eyes just as Changbin shrieks at Jisung.

“Get your fucking mouth off my nipple Jisung what the fuck?!”
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