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Be pretty. Be demure. Be good for whatever alpha from a suitably high-status family we eventually marry you off to. The words had been drilled into Taeyong from a young age. Be charming. Be social but not too friendly. Keep your legs shut until your wedding night.
Well, he did, and now it’s his wedding night.
The Kim family owns a prominent chain of hotels, and the marriage of their son to Taeyong is the final arrangement in their business deal merging with the Lees’ department store and furniture empire. Doyoung is a year younger than Taeyong, an alpha, and strikingly handsome with a kind smile that seems earnest. What better match could Taeyong have hoped for?
After the wedding ceremony with all its bells and whistles, after the grandiose reception where Taeyong drank perhaps more than his fair share of champagne in a futile attempt to bolster his courage, they had been bundled off to the honeymoon suite of the Kims’ flagship hotel.
Be pretty. Be demure. Be good for your alpha husband.
Tugging his thick hotel-supplied bathrobe tighter around the gauzy white babydoll nightdress his mother had insisted he wear, Taeyong sits on the king-sized bed and waits for Doyoung to finish freshening up in the suite’s bathroom. Nerves twist in his stomach. He’s never been with an alpha before. Be charming. He’s never been with anyone before. Be social but not too friendly. He’s always been the perfect omega his parents told him to be. Keep your legs shut until your wedding night.
There’s no way Doyoung is a virgin like him. Chastity before marriage isn’t valued in alphas the way it is in omegas. It makes Taeyong’s heart race with worry. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself. He doesn’t want to disappoint his new husband.
Doyoung emerges from the bathroom, dressed in the same luxurious bathrobe as Taeyong. Even without all his wedding finery, he looks good, and something swoops low in Taeyong’s stomach. Doyoung smiles. “Aren’t we cute in our matching robes?” he teases. He crosses the room, hand on the lightswitch. “Ready for bed?”
Taeyong frowns. “Aren’t you going to deflower me?” he blurts, then immediately flushes dark red when Doyoung’s eyes fly wide.
“I didn’t– I mean, I would love to, but– um, I didn’t want to assume anything,” Doyoung stammers out. “I would never force you to– shit, you’re a virgin?”
Taeyong’s blush deepens. “Is that a problem?”
Doyoung licks his lips, seemingly unaware of the gesture as his gaze drops from Taeyong’s face, down the length of his body, then back up again. “Not at all,” he breathes. “No problem.” He steps towards Taeyong.
At this distance, Taeyong can smell his arousal. The swooping feeling in his stomach intensifies. He leans forward, letting his robe fall open a little, letting Doyoung catch a tantalizing glimpse of his lacy nightdress.
Doyoung’s scent spikes. “Do you want me to, um… deflower you?” he asks, voice breathless, pupils blown.
“Yes.” Taeyong swallows. “Please.” He had always known it was coming, dreading and looking forward to it in equal parts, but he had never expected the dark, hungry look in Doyoung’s eyes or the way it makes his body tremble with anticipation and desire. He loosens the belt of his robe. “Husband,” he tries the word out, then, baring his neck, “Alpha.”
Doyoung lets out a low growl. In an instant, he is kneeling on the floor before Taeyong, staring up at him with a reverent look on his face. “Baby.” His voice is husky. It sends a thrill up Taeyong’s spine. “Baby, I’ll make you feel so good,” he promises and ducks his face to press a soft kiss to the inside of Taeyong’s knee.
Taeyong’s body warms. He never thought he’d ever have an alpha at his feet. He feels drunk off the sight. Doyoung kisses higher on the inside of his thigh, the movement nudging Taeyong’s legs apart, and Taeyong feels himself stiffen. His nerves returning in full force, he snaps his legs shut, unintentionally trapping Doyoung’s face between them. “I’m sorry!” He scrambles back. “I’m just– I’m scared, a little bit. I don’t have any experience. I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Doyoung’s eyes are half-lidded but sincere. “We can do as much or as little as you want, as slow as you want to go.”
“Can we start with kissing?” asks Taeyong shyly.
“Of course.” Doyoung slides onto the bed and Taeyong meets him halfway. Their hands find each other’s faces.
The kiss is careful. Doyoung’s mouth moves softly over Taeyong’s as Taeyong relaxes into his embrace. His alpha scent is soothing, alluring. Taeyong’s never been allowed to get this close to an alpha before, and he can’t get enough of it.
“Can I take your robe off?” Doyoung asks, whispering the question against Taeyong’s lips.
“As long as I can take off yours.”
Doyoung is naked under his bathrobe, Taeyong learns. His gaze travels appreciatively over his husband’s broad shoulders and lean abs, then skitters away nervously before it can drop any lower. Doyoung smiles knowingly, as if he can tell that Taeyong can’t bring himself to look at his cock, and lets Taeyong’s robe fall to the floor next to his.
“You’re gorgeous,” Doyoung tells him. He pulls Taeyong into his arms, presses kisses along his jawline. “The prettiest, most perfect omega.” He rubs one hand over the lace and silk of Taeyong’s babydoll nightie. “And you’ve never even been touched by anyone else before. How did I get so lucky?”
Despite his nerves, Taeyong feels his body respond to Doyoung’s touch. A needy whimper falls from his lips, as Doyoung tilts his head back, kissing his throat, flicking his tongue along the scent-glands on his neck. Doyoung reaches to untie the halter of his nightdress.
Taeyong stops him. “I… Can I keep it on?” he asks, shy and reluctant to bare himself fully to Doyoung, married though they are.
“Anything you want,” promises Doyoung. He traces his lips up Taeyong’s ear, along his jaw to find his mouth. Moving his tongue against Taeyong’s lips, he exerts a gentle pressure until they part.
“I still want… I want you to take my virginity,” Taeyong confesses bashfully.
“You want me to ravish you with your pretty little nightie still on?” Doyoung sounds like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. The rough growl of his voice goes directly to Taeyong’s pussy.
He squirms, feeling slick beginning to gather in his panties. “Please,” he whimpers. “Ravish me.”
Doyoung licks a stripe, hot and possessive, across Taeyong’s cheek, down his jaw, over his scent-glands, to settle his mouth against the base of Taeyong’s neck. He nibbles and sucks and, He’s marking me up, Taeyong realizes. His face heats. The dampness between his legs gets wetter.
“Mine.” Doyoung mouths along the shape of Taeyong’s collarbone and reaches for the hem of Taeyong’s nightdress.
Taeyong lets him. “Yours,” he agrees, delirious with the pleasure of being scented and marked by an alpha. By his alpha. “Your omega.”
Underneath the fabric of Taeyong’s babydoll, Doyoung’s hands caress his bare skin, down his waist to his satiny panties. Brushing over the cloth and finding it flatteringly wet, Doyoung reaches lower, settling his palm on the inside of Taeyong’s thigh.
Taeyong spreads his legs without thinking.
Sliding his hand slowly up the soft skin, Doyoung presses kisses over Taeyong’s face, teasingly close to his mouth, until Taeyong whines and purses his lips. “Kiss me,” he demands and grabs Doyoung by the hair to drag him in for a proper kiss.
The instant Taeyong touches his lips to Doyoung’s, Doyoung moves his fingers to Taeyong’s pussy, gently rubbing him through his soaked panties.
Taeyong gasps into Doyoung’s mouth. “Oh! Oh, Doyoung!”
“Do you touch yourself here?” asks Doyoung in a low murmur. He pushes Taeyong’s panties to one side to nestle a finger into his wet slit.
“I–” Taeyong breaks off, gasping again as Doyoung’s thumb finds his clit. “Ah! Sometimes.”
Doyoung cups his hand, lets Taeyong rub himself against his fingers. “I bet you look so pretty when you touch yourself,” Doyoung muses, sounding lost in thought. With his hand that isn’t currently engaged between Taeyong’s legs, he shifts Taeyong closer to kiss and lick at the engorged scent-gland on his neck.
The movement presses Doyoung’s erection against Taeyong’s hip, and Taeyong realizes that probably he should be touching his husband back. “Do you want me to… Should I use my mouth on you?” he asks. It’s a staple in the pornography he’s sneakily watched over the years.
Doyoung chuckles, not unkindly. “Tonight is all about your pleasure, baby,” he murmurs. His teeth graze over Taeyong’s scent-gland, and it makes him shiver with pleasant surprise. “And anyways, I’d rather use my mouth on you.”
“Oh!” Taeyong pictures it—Doyoung’s face pressed between his legs, his eyes hot and dark as he looks up at him—and feels the heat build in his belly. “Please.”
Doyoung is quick to slide Taeyong’s panties down. He drops them in the pile of their earlier discarded bathrobes, then settles himself between Taeyong’s legs. He pushes Taeyong’s white nightie further up his chest, runs his hands over his thighs, worshiping the soft skin with gentle kisses.
And then—
Pressing his legs apart, Doyoung takes his first taste of his tangy salt. Taeyong’s breath explodes with a shuddery gasp. His fingers curl into Doyoung’s hair as he spreads Taeyong open with his hands, licking up his warm folds, then finds his clit with his tongue and works it until Taeyong cries out, raising his hips to meet him.
“You taste so good,” Doyoung mumbles into Taeyong’s pussy. “Wanna make you come on my tongue.”
Taeyong whimpers. His body is electric. It’s all so much. So much more than his own experiments with fingering himself, alone in his bed and trying to imagine what sex would feel like. His imagination pales pitifully in comparison to reality of Doyoung’s tongue lapping devotedly over his pussy, swollen and aching with the need to be filled.
Then Doyoung presses a finger up inside of him. Taeyong’s thighs clamp tight around his head. His body quivers, every muscle wound up and tight as Doyoung explores inside of him, finger crooked and pushing at his walls, his tongue working insistently at the bud of his clit all the while.
And Taeyong is so wet. He drips slick all over Doyoung’s face and hand. Has he ever been this wet before in his life? His deathgrip on Doyoung’s hair gets impossibly tighter.
Doyoung slides a second finger in alongside the first. He fucks them in and out of Taeyong’s pussy, sucks his clit into his mouth, tongue swirling, and suddenly it’s all too much for Taeyong’s body to take anymore.
He comes with a sharp cry, his body twitching and shuddering as his orgasm spreads from his belly out through his limbs. Every nerve inside of him is on fire. His lips feel numb. His fingers tingle.
“Holy shit,” he manages to gasp out, fighting to catch his breath.
Doyoung comes up from between his legs, almost catching his head in the billowy fabric of Taeyong’s nightdress. The entire lower half of his face is shiny with drool and slick. His eyes are glassy and unfocused. He looks beyond gone, like eating Taeyong out was the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s going to need three to five business days to recover from it. He swipes his tongue around his lips and chin. “Fuck, baby, you taste amazing.”
Taeyong flexes his hands, trying to get the feeling back in them. “Alpha.” His voice sounds whiny, like he’s in heat.
“My pretty, pretty omega.” Doyoung surges up to kiss him, messy and wet, and Taeyong can taste himself all over his mouth.
He trembles. Something base in his biology takes over him, pulling the next words from somewhere deep inside of him: “I need you to knot me.”
Doyoung’s eyes flash, dark and heated. Hungry. “Anything you want,” he promises, his voice a low growl.
And Taeyong finally—finally!—lets his gaze drop all the way down Doyoung’s torso, past his delicate waist, to his cock, the tip leaking precum and almost red with how hard he is. At the base, his knot is already beginning to swell. Just from going down on me, realizes Taeyong. His mouth waters.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” asks Doyoung. “I’m clean, for the record, but what would you prefer?”
Their families wouldn’t want them to, Taeyong knows. Having children, heirs to carry on the family name, is a part of the business deal that arranged their marriage. But Taeyong has quickly learned that Doyoung is less interested in doing what’s expected of him and more interested in doing what will make Taeyong comfortable.
The thought of Doyoung’s cum filling him up is enticing, but Taeyong doesn’t think he’s ready for children, not yet. “Yes. I would like you to use a condom,” he tells Doyoung. “Maybe, uh… maybe in the future, we can go without it, but for now…”
Doyoung smiles, kisses him again. “Maybe after we get you on some birth control, hmm.” He tears himself away from Taeyong’s side long enough to produce a strip of condoms from his bag. Ripping one from the strip, he hands it to Taeyong and settles himself on the bed next to him. “Do you want to put it on me?” he asks gently.
Taeyong blinks at him. “I’ve never–”
“I know.” Doyoung’s voice is soft. “I thought you might want to learn how.”
Taeyong’s heart swells with affection. He had been so worried that Doyoung would find him lacking for his inexperience in the bedroom, but his new husband has been nothing but kind. He smiles, a little watery-eyed, at Doyoung. “I would like that, yes.”
Doyoung shows him how to tell which side of the condom is meant to be outside and the right way to pinch the tip of it, leaving adequate space, before rolling it down over his erection. Taeyong blushes as his fingers move along the length of Doyoung’s cock.
“There, wasn’t that easy?” murmurs Doyoung.
“Yes,” agrees Taeyong. “Thank you.”
Doyoung cups his face in his hands and kisses him, his tongue lazily exploring the cavern of Taeyong’s mouth. “You are so cute,” he tells him. In another tone, the words might sound infantilizing, but with Doyoung’s adoring voice, it just leaves Taeyong’s chest feeling warm.
“Aren’t you going to ravish me, my husband?” he teases.
“I’ll ravish you all night if that’s what you want,” promises Doyoung. He lays Taeyong back against the pile of plump pillows at the bed’s headboard. He nuzzles down Taeyong’s neck, peppering light kisses over his throat and paying extra attention to his sensitive scent-glands. “Tell me if anything hurts or if I do something you don’t like.”
Taeyong’s head lolls back, drowning in his gentle touch. “I will.”
Doyoung lifts his babydoll night back up and spreads his thighs apart. He ruts his cock along the slick-drenched length of Taeyong’s pussy. “So pretty,” he coos. “So wet for me.”
Taeyong squirms. The teasing drives him wild, his pussy clenching desperately around nothing. “Alpha, please,” he mewls. “I want you to fuck me.”
The foul language seems to do the trick. Scent flaring, Doyoung presses the tip of his cock to Taeyong’s hole. He leans down to capture Taeyong’s mouth in a hungry kiss and as he nibbles along his lower lip, he pushes slowly inside of him.
It’s so much more than the two fingers Doyoung had inside of him earlier. Taeyong goes taut. He tries to remind himself to relax, to let his body do what it naturally wants to do to accommodate for the penetration as Doyoung slides home inside of him.
The stretch isn’t comfortable, but it doesn’t hurt as much as Taeyong was worried it would. How many times had he heard horror stories about an omega losing their virginity amidst pain and bleeding? Torn between asking Doyoung not to move until he adjusted to the stretch and whining at him to move now because maybe the movement would feel better, Taeyong ends up saying nothing at all.
And as Doyoung begins to thrust in him, it does start to feel better.
Taeyong is still so wet. The slide is easy. And as Doyoung continues to kiss him, whispering adoring praise into his ear, Taeyong feels his body relax and loosen. The drag of Doyoung’s cock inside of him feels less like a weird unknown sensation and more like the satisfying scratch for an itch he hadn’t realized he had.
“How are you feeling, baby?” asks Doyoung, voice is husky with arousal.
Taeyong presses a kiss to his neck, right on top of his scent-gland. “Mm, it’s good. You feel good inside of me.”
Doyoung smiles. He runs one hand along Taeyong’s side, caressing him through the lacy of his sweat-soaked nightie, then down his leg, lifting it up. “Is this okay?” When Taeyong nods his consent, Doyoung kisses Taeyong’s ankle and raises his leg higher, letting it rest over his shoulder.
With the adjusted angle, Doyoung drives even deeper into Taeyong. Every thrust ruts the head of his cock against some sweet spot inside of Taeyong that makes his toes curl. Pleasure builds in Taeyong’s belly. His fingers clench in the sheets. “Oh, oh god,” he moans. “There, right there!”
“That’s right, baby,” Doyoung groans. “Let me hear you.” He licks his fingers then drops his hand between Taeyong’s legs, underneath the hem of his nightdress, working his fingers against his clit, feeling where he’s stretched tight around his cock.
Taeyong cries with pleasure. His mouth can’t even form the words to tell Doyoung how good it feels. All he can do is gasp and mewl and roll his hips up to meet every thrust. It’s overwhelming. The tingly numbness returns to his lips and hands, and his feet too. He never knew it could feel like this.
Doyoung ducks to kiss the tears from his face, never once letting up in his ministrations to Taeyong’s pussy. He drags his tongue roughly across Taeyong’s cheek. “Can you come again for me?”
Taeyong does, wailing and clenching tight, impossibly tight, around Doyoung. Slick gushes, makes a mess of the bed. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Doyoung!” he sobs. Pleasure shoots through his body, even more delicious than the first time.
“Unf, god, m’close,” warns Doyoung. “You still want me to knot you?”
“Please! Need it!”
Grunting, Doyoung bends Taeyong practically in half as he rocks himself deeper into him. His knot presses against Taeyong’s stretched hole—Taeyong whimpers—then slowly pushes inside.
Taeyong feels every inch of it, splitting him open, filling him up just right. He cries out, baring his neck to Doyoung as his back arches. “Mate me!” he wails. “Need your mark!”
Doyoung’s knot pops inside of him, and he sinks his teeth not into Taeyong’s neck but rather his shoulder, biting down hard as he rides out his orgasm.
Still buzzing with the force of his own orgasm, Taeyong whimpers and twitches underneath Doyoung, before his husband goes still, and they lie, tied together, kissing each other and murmuring sweet affections, until Doyoung’s knot goes down and lets him entangle himself from Taeyong.
Doyoung rolls off the bed, disposes of his condom, and retrieves the bathrobes from the floor. He hands one to Taeyong, who gratefully exchanges for it his babydoll nightie, now ruined with sweat and slick. Bundled up in their fuzzy robes, the two of them cuddle together in the part of the king-sized bed they determine to be the driest.
“You didn’t give me the bite.” Taeyong tries not to sound sullen. Doyoung has already given him so much. “Why didn’t you mate me?”
Doyoung’s brow furrows. “I… we didn’t discuss it beforehand,” he says slowly, confused. “How was I supposed to know that you meant it?”
Taeyong makes an indignant noise. “You’re my husband! Of course I meant it!” He sees the amused smile on Doyoung’s face, and scowls. “What, did you think I was the type of virginal idiot omega who begs for a mating bite from the first alpha to fuck me?”
“I just wanted to be sure you were sure.” There’s the barest hint of laughter in Doyoung’s voice, and even though it’s directed at him, Taeyong thinks that it sounds so sweet. He snuggles deeper into Doyoung’s arms, letting his husband pepper light kisses over his face and mollify him with the promise of a bite in the morning.