Thread by @cerbykerby

#omegaLWJseason

so many sugar daddy lwj fics, why not sugar daddy wwx? why not sugar daddy alpha!wwx who, really, kinda became a sugar daddy by accident?

tags: a/b/o OBVIOUSLY, bottom!lwj, genre-typical sexism, etc. etc.

lwj is a college student. it's quite unusual, given that most omegas his age are either engaged or pregnant. but he has dreams: he wants to be a professor someday, and he can't do that without a degree.

he gets by on a scholarship for omegas, but he's had to learn how to budget.

his brother and uncle offer to help, of course, but lwj would rather not take money from them—especially since most of it would be coming out of lqr's retirement funds. he can do this himself.

lwj meets wwx during a panel in which lwj and some other students give presentations.

wwx is a few years older—an alumnus of the school. he likes to fund the research of students who are particularly passionate about their work and/or are interested in deviant, perhaps even heretical, methods.

lwj catches his eye because he's, well, an omega.

lwj is not happy with how his presentation went. his alpha classmates kept talking over him, and the only comment he has gotten so far was a tight-lipped smile and a, "You can always drop out, sweetheart. You'll stress yourself out like this," from a middle-aged alpha.

so lwj is already in a bad mood when wwx approaches. "What do you want?" he snaps.

wwx raises both hands defensively. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, sorry. I was going to ask you about your research, that's all, but clearly this is bad time. I'll leave you be."

lwj doesn't believe him.

"I'm here because I couldn't hear you very well on stage; the alpha next to you kept interrupting." wwx flashes him a charming smile. "I spilled wine on him on the way here."

lwj scowls. "I don't need you to defend me."

"I wasn't," wwx chirps. "I just think he's an asshole."

lwj scoffs, but he gives his presentation again to his new audience of one—and what a rapt audience wwx makes, all bright-eyed and alert and full of questions.

"Do you have funds for this research?" wwx asks.

lwj shakes his head.

wwx grins. "Would you like to?"

any of the students here would give a leg or an arm just to hear those words from wwx, but lwj is different. he tenses up. "What would I have to give to get it?" he asks slowly.

wwx beams at him. "Just your company is enough, if you don't mind!"

what wwx means: literally just a chat or two with you is fine. I just /know/ people are holding their breaths waiting for you to fail, and I would like to see them choke.

what lwj hears: be my sugar baby

lwj is a little dismayed that his immediate reaction is not rage, but rather: curiosity. having a sugar daddy would solve multiple problems: the funding for his research, his living fees, the alphas at the school who think nagging him for dates is attractive, etc.

and wwx is not… unappealing to the eye. he's rich, young, handsome, and he's known for going against the norm. if wwx is willing to provide for him in exchange for lwj's… 'company', then lwj isn't inclined to say no.

"Very well," lwj says. "I will prepare a contract."

damn, a contract for a fund himself? wwx is intrigued. "I look forward to it," he grins.

"As do I," lwj replies—and, very gently, brushes the tips of his fingers along wwx's chest, right below his collarbone.

wwx accidentally lets out a high-pitched, nervous giggle.

lwj immediately gets to work; he does extensive research into what to expect in a sugar daddy/baby agreement. he drafts rules, expectations, his spending budgets, etc. he even contacts current and former sugar babies to ask what the work is like. he's READY.

when they meet up again, it only takes reading two sentences for wwx to realize that this is definitely not about the research fund—but rather, it's a very long, very detailed contract going deep into the romantic, sexual, and financial aspects of their arrangement.

"Uh." wwx glances up wide-eyed at lwj from the middle of a paragraph outlining lwj's heat cycles. "Did you. Perhaps. Misplace our contract?"

"This is the correct one," lwj says without blinking.

"Okay." wwx takes a deep breath and tries not to sweat. "Okay. Uh."

the thing is, wwx is not /against/ the idea of paying someone to hang out with him. it's just one of those 'oh i'd like to try that' things he sometimes thinks about but never puts any effort into. and it sure doesn't hurt that lwj is *gorgeous*. he finds it hard to say no.

who says a sugar daddy-baby relationship has to be romantic or sexual anyways? wwx is eager to spend time with lwj and throw money at him, if that's what would make him happy.

yeah. this could work. it's not like wwx would do something ridiculous, like fall in love or anything.

the longer wwx stays quiet, the more lwj frowns. "Is the contract not to your liking?"

"Huh?" wwx's head snaps up. "Wha? No, no, it's fine. It's fine." he fumbles to uncap his ballpoint pen and accidentally sends the cap flying. "Whoops. Uh, okay, here." He signs the contract.

lwj notably relaxes. "Allow me."

wwx doesn't know what he means until he gets out of his chair, retrieves the pen cap, and clips it back onto the pen in wwx's hand.

"Uh," wwx says as lwj slides into his lap. lwj's sweater is soft, and his hands are warm. he smells nice.

lwj leans down, almost close enough for a kiss. "I want to go shopping. Would you like to buy me nice things?"

"Yup," wwx croaks. sexy.

"Then let's go." lwj noses along wwx's jaw. "I'll model some of the clothes for you."

"Okay," wwx croaks again.

lwj, as it turns out, has critical taste. he quickly finds the luxury brands at the nearest mall and drags wwx along.

wwx does not have expensive taste. the store employees eye his t-shirt and sweatpants with open disdain. wwx and lwj do not look like typical customers.

the employees ignore them, which suits lwj just fine. he would much rather browse at his own pace, free from unneeded suggestions.

wwx watches him, intrigued. he didn't think of lwj as the type to flaunt wealth, but lwj seems altogether unconcerned about what others think.

don't sugarbbies usually try to show the world that they're now rich? wwx knows a few alphas who pay for their omegas' upkeep; such omegas are rarely without diamonds around their necks, or gold around their wrists.

lwj is much more concerned about what wwx, personally, likes.

he asks wwx about what materials he likes, or what colors he would like to see on lwj. these are tough questions; wwx doesn't give much thought to what he himself wears, much less what he would like to see on someone else.

the employees look annoyed with how long they're taking.

when lwj approaches an employee to ask for a changing room, the employee pointedly eyes him up and down.

"The private dressing suites are invite-only," the employee says with a thin smile. "Perhaps you are lost. The thrift stores are across the street."

lwj doesn't react. he just blinks, almost in a bored manner, and looks at wwx.

"Give me one second…" wwx types away at his phone. "Aaaaand invite procured." he holds up his phone to show the employee the digital ticket. "Oh, and I spoke with the CEO. You're no longer employed."

the now former-employee's jaw drops, but wwx is not done. "Fortunately for you, there's a position available at one of the thrift stores across the street. I can get you a referral, if you'd like." he smiles at another employee. "Now, the dressing suites, if you please."

the dressing suite is more of an entire house on its own. there are so many mirrors. there's even a private bathroom and kitchen.

wwx munches nervously on hors d'oeuvres as lwj models clothes for him. gosh, wwx wishes he knew more about clothes. he thinks all of them look nice.

lwj eventually ends up buying everything he tried on. the employees' eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when wwx pulls a black titanium card from his wallet to pay for the clothes.

"Thank you," lwj says as they walk out of the store with armfuls of shopping bags.

wwx doesn't know why his response is to laugh nervously, but he does. mortifying.

luckily lwj does not seem to mind. he doesn't smile, but he radiates contentment as wwx drives him home.

lwj doesn't kiss wwx goodbye, but he does—very briefly—expose the soft lines of his neck.

wwx feels like he has just been flashed. he has to swallow the drool that collects in his mouth at the sight of lwj's neck. unbonded omegas usually are snatched up by lwj's age, and wwx can hardly believe that there's one baring his neck right in front of him.

their relationship is a lot like that: wwx takes lwj out on dates, buys him everything he sets his eyes on, and lwj thanks him with a brief touch, a fond gaze, and—once—the press of his arm against wwx's.

wwx thinks he might go insane. do other alphas react to omegas like this?

meanwhile lwj is growing quite fond of wwx. wwx proves to be intelligent, attentive, and considerate. he can easily hold his own during any topic debate they have, but gets quite flustered whenever lwj touches him. it's sweet—perhaps too sweet for lwj's own good.

lwj had never given much thought to relationships. he'd always placed his education first—and it doesn't help that almost every alpha he meets has opinions about his decision. it's not that he doesn't want to start a family; he just wants to do so of his own volition.

wwx never once questions lwj's decision. he's excellent for bouncing ideas off of, and he actively encourages lwj's studies. even in the cases where lwj is forced to cancel their dates due to an upcoming deadline, wwx always shows up with tea, snacks, and support.

lwj can't pinpoint when his mind started to wander to thoughts of a family, but it has never been more prominent than now, sitting at a cafe in paris. they're there to celebrate lwj finishing his finals—and because wwx had a sudden, furious craving for croissants.

they're sitting on a terrace, people-watching. lwj follows wwx's gaze to a young couple walking with their toddler between them. when the toddler stumbles, wwx inhales sharply, then chuckles as one of the moms very nonchalantly pulls their child back onto their feet.

lwj tilts his head. "Wei Ying."

"Mm," wwx answers noncommittally. "Have you ever thought about having a little one?"

the question makes lwj's breath catch in his throat. of course he has. everybody has. but hearing that question, directly from wwx…

his ears burn.

meanwhile, wwx's brain catches up to his mouth. "Don't answer that!" he sputters. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That was entirely inappropriate. Forget I asked."

as if lwj could do that, when all he can think of now are him and wwx in that couple's place, with a child between them.

wwx laughs nervously. his face is red. "You know me, Lan Zhan. I'm always just saying the first thing that comes to my mind. Think nothing of it." he takes a panicked sip of his hot coffee and yelps when it scalds his tongue.

lwj doesn't know what to say—or if he even should.

their relationship is still transactional. it doesn't matter how right it feels to be with wwx; that doesn't change the nature of their agreement. lwj is no more wwx's than wwx is lwj's.

none of that stops lwj's mind from conjuring up visions of tiny versions of himself and wwx.

poor wwx is clearly on edge, even after they finish their food. to comfort him, lwj presses himself against wwx, rubbing his jaw and neck against wwx's shoulders and chest, scenting him to soothe him.

nobody has to know about the twinge of possessiveness lwj feels as he does so.

things change after that. when lwj visits wwx's residence, he catches the lingering scent of an omega inside. he recognizes it; it's the scent of wwx's housekeeper. it has always been there, but for some reason, today, lwj suddenly cannot stand it. it has to go.

"Wei Ying," he calls.

"Mmm?" wwx hums as he drinks some expensive high-quality hot chocolate out of a $5 ceramic frog mug.

"There's no need for a housekeeper anymore," lwj announces. "I'll clean the house from now on."

wwx nearly does a spittake all over the frog mug.

"Lan Zhan," wwx sputters. "There's no need—" his protests fade as he watches lwj tie his hair up into a bun. "Lan Zhan, what's wrong with the housekeeper?"

what /isn't/ wrong with the housekeeper? flouncing their scent all over wwx's home as if lwj isn't /right there/.

the house is already clean, so there is little lwj can do except scrub traces of the housekeeper's scent off of the counters and the furniture. wwx anxiously watches him while taking sips of his now-cold chocolate.

later, wwx asks, "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

lwj considers the time. it's around 2 o'clock. he still had time.

"We can stay in," he announces. "I'll make dinner."

wwx's jaw drops. "Ah?"

lwj doesn't see why they can't. wwx has been bringing him everywhere for weeks. there is not a local restaurant they haven't gone to.

besides, wwx's house has a gorgeous kitchen. lwj has been itching to try it out. he goes over to the massive refrigerator and pulls it open.

wwx starts, "Wait—"

too late. inside of the freezer is just nothing but boxes of frozen pizza rolls.

one of many things lwj likes about wwx is his complete and utter lack of judgement. he is content with just about anything, and it's that simply humility that defines him.

but this?

/this?/

lwj slams the fridge door shut.

wwx laughs nervously from his spot on the couch. "Lan Zhan, they're easier to buy in bulk. Don't be mad—"

lwj stalks over and sticks his hand directly into wwx's pants pocket. wwx yelps at the sensation and tries to squirm away. lwj follows him until he fishes wwx's wallet out.

wwx laughs again, his face a little red. "You're so mean, Lan Zhan. Who knew you could be so mean?"

lwj takes the black card out of the wallet and tosses the wallet back to wwx. he grabs a bag on his way out the door.

"Uh, do you want me to come with you?" wwx calls after him.

"Clean out the fridge," lwj says before closing the door behind him.

at the grocery store, lwj aggressively shoves fresh produce into his shopping cart. how could wwx be so flippant about his own health? he has everything at his disposal, yet chooses to eat PIZZA ROLLS.

several chinese ladies shuffle away as lwj angrily smacks on every watermelon in the bin to find the best one. well! lwj will have to feed wwx himself, then. nothing can be done about that.

when he gets back to wwx's house, he finds wwx curled up in a blanket on the sofa.

wwx, full-on sulking: lan zhan walked out on me. world cold and unforgiving. i've been abandoned. rejected. all alone, by myself.

lwj: i'm right here

wwx: sometimes i can still hear his voice 😩😩😩

((if u catch that reference, good job lololol))