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It was a mistake. He had an idle thought; what if his heat occurred during his stay on the campus? His heat was irregular and never stayed to a fixed schedule. He couldn't wear scent patches due to their visibility, so Gyeoul just shoved some suppressants his way and told him to suck it up. Typical of her. How did he ever think that she cared enough to think that far? He accepted them and made sure to pack them in his bags—that ended up confiscated, no less. He hissed his concern to Gyeoul over the phone when he managed to sneak up onto the roof, but she didn't sound a single bit worried while she slurped her noodles. She was completely confident that he could handle himself, though, said in the most bratty way she could come up with.
Hobin just sighed and nodded, promising to be careful during his stay there. It was nearly an all-alpha school with the occasional beta sprinkled here or there, but definitely no omegas like him. He was sure that they made sure to not choose any omegas, which is the sole reason why he forged his secondary gender to be a beta. Hobin did his best to hide his pheromones amongst all the intimidating alphas during orientation, nearly letting them out when an intimidating alpha with an overwhelming musk scent revealed his suspicion of the boy.
He gulped but managed to block most of his pheromones out. By some miracle, he managed to escape by a hair's width as the instructor's attention soon was stolen by the academy director. Hobin didn't know how long a few suppressor pills could last him—with those being the only few that he managed to stuff into his pockets before his belongings were taken from him. If he calculated it correctly, these were just enough to last him a full 3 days before his pores would start releasing his omega scent everywhere, and god—he could already imagine how bad things could turn out.
But now, he had other things to focus on. The placement tests were a hassle the moment they started, and while, they weren't too difficult necessarily, it was the overly cocky students and dismissive instructors that forced Hobin to lose many valuable points.
While refilling the plastic tubs at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help but ramble with the worry about his unstable heat. These suppressor pills were definitely not enough to last him the whole stay and he had nowhere to get anymore—unless it meant breaking down every door in the building just to find where their confiscated belongings were stored. He sighed, not realizing that his terrible habit of talking to himself had warranted an unexpected audience who sat on a barrel just a few feet away. Hobin's attention was finally drawn by his claim of 'just waking up' from a nap but the boy couldn't tell whether that was the truth or the opposite.
The next couple of tests were a complete flop. They were either not fit for him or were sabotaged by his peers as they continuously mocked him. Thankfully, the last test was sparring, it was completely in Hobin's realm of expertise. He managed to catch everyone's attention as he defeated his bully by knocking him out with one move—both impressing the academy director and garnering Haesoo's attention. Hobin was not a weak man by any means, despite being an omega. His long experience of being beaten up had not gone to waste.
But in the end, he was placed into class B along with Haesoo—who had also shown excellence in sparring but had underestimated the value of other tests. In class B, Hobin made friends with some of the students and through them, he was able to find leads related to the guy in his request and a new-found hope of making it into class A with the next test. Everything was still going according to plan, thankfully.
The meal in the cafeteria wasn't bad but certainly not good by any means. It was mediocre, but that had to be expected since it was a meal for class B—students of the lowest tier. Through the mixes of scents, Hobin could tell that there was a special scent from someone he made sure to keep tabs on: Haesoo Seo. Unexpectedly, Haesoo had sat with Hobin and his new friends, focused solely on his meal yet also undoubtedly listening to the boring conversation of their lives. Hobin was surrounded by many alphas and they were all releasing mixed scents that he hadn't dared to breathe in. It was seriously overwhelming, they all didn't have a care in the world since the few betas there couldn't smell their pheromone, and hell—he was sure that nobody expected an omega to be there.
Haesoo's relaxed scent was recognizable and unique, with it being a mixture of something citric and something else which Hobin could only describe as a fresh scent like detergent. He didn't blast it, but it lingered in the air and was soon discovered by Hobin.
He hesitantly thumbed the lackluster amount of pills in his pocket, counting by twos. Surely these can last him around 2-3 more days, right? It was fine now, but if his heat decides to kick in, he doesn't even know if these suppressants could hide his scent. He'll just have to be quick somehow and finish this request before he runs out, time was against him.
When he refocused his attention back on the group, Haesoo had taken the food tray from Chanhyuk, who sat beside him wordlessly and assumed that it was a joke. When he tried to get it back, he was ruthlessly attacked by Haesoo with a dangerous slash to his eye. Haesoo then slammed Gwang jin's head onto the tray before Hobin stepped in, prying his strong hand off of the blond's head. He was emotionless and unremorseful, still shoving food into his mouth as he chewed.
His motive was simple. Just to get food in his stomach every chance he could. What an outrageous motive. His scent remained the same, the identical citric and fresh detergent scent appeared to have gotten so potent that it gave him a mild migraine. He knitted his eyebrows together as a tray was thrown to block his vision. Instinctively, he blocked the follow-up kick over the table that pushed him back a couple of steps. He was forced onto his knees, his confident eyes then locked with the alpha's half-lidded ones. Haesoo was someone you should never mess with, he was an even combination of brain and brawl who also lacked empathy. Hobin wasn't afraid of him or his alpha scent, he experienced enough scents trying to intimidate him in his life… But when Haesoo leaned over the table to bring their distance closer, he felt his heart sink when he methodically mouthed those exact words.
"How many pills do you have left?"
Hobin's eyes widened a bit and he wasn't sure if Haesoo noticed it or not. That poker face on him was really difficult to crack.
An instructor arrived at the scene and put a stop to the fight before Hobin could fight back. They left on sour terms. Soon, it was nighttime but Hobin couldn't sleep. He feared that he would subconsciously release his omega pheromones. Way too frequently did his heats occur in the middle of the night when he was completely vulnerable and his suppressants did nothing to ease the pain. Not to mention, those words Haesoo mouthed to him made him fear that perhaps—he hadn't taken that nap after all.
Well, it's not important now when he's being ambushed during the night by police officers. It caught the whole class off guard as the cops brutalized everyone in their way. He remained frozen as a statue, unable to utter out a single word. Since he stood out from the rest, he had been taken for questioning and everything became clearer now. It had been strange, that shocked look on his face when Hobin called 911. This hadn't been a real police raiding, it was all an act—it was the test that gave him the opportunity to make it to class A and perhaps even higher. His quick thinking allowed him to move him a tier higher than expected, and not so surprisingly, Haesoo as well. It would be odd that he didn't also pick up on the subtle details as Hobin did.
During their walk to their promoted class, butterflies remained in his stomach at the memory of his question. He only had enough to last him two more days, then it would seriously be a dead end. Haesoo didn't say a word to him, appearing to be the silent type if it wasn't already obvious enough.
He bites back into his lips when he feels his suppressant wearing off, it was a gradual change from when the fake police had taken him into a room, and from there onwards, he hadn't gotten the chance to take his pills. He had been afraid that someone might have looked through his pockets but the pills were still there when his clothes were returned. Hobin bites down hard on his lip, definitely hard enough to draw blood as he feels his pores threatening to release that sweet, intoxicating scent. It was torture, walking with Haesoo who appeared disinterested in talking but he knew that the boy was more interested in him than anything. He just didn't like to show it. Just right before he opened the door to the designated room, he managed to sneak two pills into his mouth and cover it up with a yawn. Without any form of liquid in close proximity, he was forced to just swallow them dry, and it proved to be a difficult challenge.
In the room were 4 more alphas—what a surprise, Hobin thought. They all had unbothered confidence and loved to rile each other up for a fight. What's worse, Hobin was threatening to burst at this point. The pills were slowly kicking in, he could tell because it was beginning to feel easier… but it was not enough to hold his scents back.
If their attention was on him, then definitely, they would be able to tell that something was off just by the sweat beading on his forehead.
He silently slid over to the window and opened it to get some fresh air, feeling the cool breeze calm his need to release his pheromones. It was quick and subtle. Keeping his pheromones in check was the hardest part, he never had the need to keep it a secret since everyone around him knew of his second gender—but compared to his usual heats, this mission was 10x worse. Hobin feels a bit nostalgic at the memory of his company and friends before he was caught off guard by a slash to his side that nearly made contact. Hobin doesn't even know how he manages to do this when he fights back, still being able to impress his peers despite his pores feeling as though they're about to burst with his scent wafting all over the room.
The announcement of their academy director pulled him out of the fight and they were then forced to cease all violence against one another. Sitting right in front of each other, they were made to eat lunch like nothing had ever happened and quite frankly, Haesoo fit the bill well. As the need to release his pheromones died down, he was finally able to articulate coherently and focus on the little details around him. The first thing he noticed was the incredible clash of scents coming from the four alphas, while Haesoo just focused on eating his lunch.
They were all fighting for dominance and it appeared that they didn't care whether Hobin expelled any pheromones or not. While the rest four was in a silent fight via their pheromones, Hobin managed to make some small talk with Haesoo and learned enough to infer his upbringing. Whether he was an enemy or an ally and while they had left on sour terms... pity surged in his chest and he had to share some of his food with the guy. He could see a flicker of surprise flash over his eyes before Hobin's advice set in.
And that was the moment his heat started to awaken.
Against his better judgment, he hurried off to where his phone was stored to inform Gyeoul of his current situation. His skin was prickling, tingles shooting through his body as the suppressant tried to combat the heat that was ruining him in waves. He was sweating and his head was spinning. His heat had hit him hard, at the wrong time—at the worst time. Through his jumbled thoughts, he learned of the video recording function in his glasses and some terrible advice to break down every door in the building in search of his pills. He just sighed, feeling his pores struggling to hold back the scent that he just needed to release. He was still inside the building! Surely, if he released it now, every alpha in close proximity would find their way to him, and—the rest is better left unknown. Just as he was hissing back an argument back to Gyeoul, he heard footsteps near him.
They were so quiet that Hobin nearly missed them through his heat.
Like instinct, he ended the call and hid the phone in his pocket as he peeked around the corner for the person he heard. It turned out to be Haesoo, but he wasn't there because he heard Hobin or had followed him, it appears that he was walking with a destination in mind.
His preheat was kicking in harder than ever, making his body tremble with vulnerability… but he knew that he needed to follow Haesoo. Bad idea or not, they needed more evidence and intuition prompted Hobin to chase after the guy. So he followed the alpha with slow and methodical steps, he made his way around the corner when he suddenly spotted Haesoo standing still in the middle of the hallway. Was he talking with someone? Hobin was too far to hear who he was talking to since the other person was completely blocked by a wall. He wanted to get a closer look when a sudden wave of heat nearly made him buck onto the floor. He let out a loud audible gasp that he was sure Haesoo and whoever he was talking to heard, before he just dove for the nearest bathroom, making it in just in time into the empty room as his knees gave out underneath him.
Haesoo stared to his right, a silent thought popped up in his mind as the person he was with encouraged him to check it out. He remained to stare back at him with an emotionless expression, one that the person recognized as him pondering that offer. It was only for a second before he walked off.
Hobin's heat hit him hard. Perhaps even worse than his usual heats due to the intense spike in alpha presence for the last two days. He choked back a gasp, shaky hands already tugging at the collar of his jacket as he hastily ripped it off.
Glasses, glasses… I gotta close it… He managed to string together a coherent thought as he shakily took them off, thumb fumbling with every single little button he could find until he heard a small click and his body just lolled against the hard, concrete floor. The tiles were blessedly cool against his overheating body. The window was thankfully already opened slightly so he exhaled deeply, his abused pores finally releasing the sweet, omega scent that he had been trying to hold back for nearly two days. It feels like taking a breath of fresh air. They flood the relatively clean bathroom with his scent, a soft lavender fragrance that seemed to permeate the door behind him. There's a needy throbbing in his lower half as his dick became rock hard.
He cursed at himself, why did he have to go into heat now?! He had no nest, no alpha scent, no toys to help him through it, and no alpha to beg.
Taehoon certainly wasn't here to help him deal with his heat like he usually did—with no strings attached, of course. He was sure that he only loved Bomi and no one else.
But his heat hurts so bad, there's a hungry aching inside him that he knows won't be satisfied with just his fingers. He's tried it so many times when his heat has kicked in at the wrong moment, but they never sufficed. Not a single time. His body was producing slick that was soaking through his pants, leaving a dark stain as he dragged himself to the center of the bathroom.
He managed to lay his jacket down to use as some kind of comforter as he also hurried to strip off his t-shirt. He would have also loved to take off his pants if it weren't for the second wave of heat overflooding his body, forcing his pores to release more of his attractive scent in potent splotches. He was writhing in desperation and need, and when his trembling had subsided for a moment, he took the chance to finally strip off his pants as he felt his dick spring free, his hot skin being exposed to the blissfully cool air was heavenly. His puckering, hungry hole stole all of his attention as he slid a finger over the wet crevis of his ass. Both his genitals were throbbing so terribly. His fingers slipped in quite easily, his body's naturally produced slick allowed him to sink it down to the knuckle, whimpering at what little friction that could provide.
Even in his hysterical state, he could tell that they weren't enough, but what other options did he have?
Hobin panted, rolling his hips when the need for something more bites at his body. To compensate, he stuck in a third finger and desperately curled it to find his prostate, letting out whiny, needy noises in the process. They were loud and attractive, drawing Haesoo closer to the door. From the crevis underneath the door, the never-ending scent of lavender was fueling his alpha instincts to just open the door and ravish whoever was inside—but somehow, he managed to keep calm, just long enough for him to open the door and realize that the person in the bathroom was Hobin, so riled up, legs wide open and just on display for him to see. He never thought he'd see such a composed person this disheveled—ever, but he can't deny the fact that it was intriguing.
"So I was right. You are an omega." He practically breathed and slowly took in more of the soft, lavender scent as he slid the door shut, locking it tight to prevent any unnecessary competitors. He could smell Hobin's need through his pheromones. They were welcoming him, begging him, pleading with him to just give him what he needed.
He didn't even notice the alpha's appearance until Haesoo released some of his own pheromones to calm the poor boy. "Alpha—!" Hobin gasped and let out a strangled whine, not acknowledging that it was Haeoo at the doorway—but rather, just an alpha who could satisfy his needs. His fingers curled harder against his walls as large, delicate tears rested prettily through his eyelashes. "Alpha, alpha—fuck me! Hah—please!" He begged in a delirious manner, fingers thrusting in and out in a frantic rhythm as Haesoo took a step closer. Hobin's body was unsurprisingly muscular, yet contained a little more fat on his hips. Delicious slick gushed out in thick globs and a glistening string hung when he pulled his fingers out, his hole welcomed the presence of the alpha. He whimpered softly, body shuddering when he feels another wave of heat roll over him and leave his body shaking with the wide opening of his insides as it throbbed. Hard.
It was already obvious to Haesoo, if Hobin doesn't get a dick inside him right now—he was going to lose his mind.
Haesoo sighs through his parted lips and releases a little more of his own pheromones to calm him. It was smoky, losing all of its citric and fresh scents as it was soon replaced by a type of lingering scent that you smell after burning sage. It did wonders to calm him, turning out to be the perfect scent to calm the desperate, writhing omega in heat.
Despite that, Hobin still begged his title like a mantra, repeating it over and over again like a prayer, all the while his glazed-over eyes were locked on him. Haesoo didn't dare to breathe in any more of his pheromones, he steeled himself and looked around the bathroom, noting the window wasn't fully open and he could hear people's voices outside in the courtyard. He wondered if they were able to smell Hobin's needy scent, begging for an alpha to ravish him. When Hobin whimpered to get his attention, Haesoo shushed him and released more pheromones to keep him at bay, taking a glance outside at the students and instructors that appeared unaffected or rather—they didn't even smell his scent. This was good. The next problem was that his scent was slipping through underneath the large bathroom door, he needed to do something about it if he didn't want his pheromones to rile up every alpha in the building—and there were a lot.
Due to his sharp instincts, he caught a quiet sound coming from Hobin's scattered clothes, it successfully caught his attention like moths to light as he walked over to it. He picked it apart in the search for a device that would make the noise, and what ended up in his hand was a phone with a generic combination of 1-2-3-4 as a poor excuse for a password. He quickly swiped down and it appeared that someone named Gyeoul was texting Hobin about whether she needed to send the troubleshoot team over or call the police.
Taking one glance at Hobin, who trembled like an autumn leaf and looked so messed up, he quickly typed back a response telling them to stay put.
This whole time, Hobin kept begging him by his title, 'alpha, alpha, alpha…', feeling his insides throb harder at an alpha's presence, driving his heat absolutely wild as he just needed something inside. Anything would do at this point; Haesoo's tongue, his fingers, or his dick—his body begged desperately for any form of skin contact. But Haesoo wasn't giving in, despite how much needy pheromones he released, he appeared unaffected. Taehoon also was able to resist his scent, but at least he cared enough to lend a helping hand whereas Haesoo only helped via his pheromones and completely ignored him otherwise.
His mind raced, shaky limbs managed to force his weight onto his legs as he wobbled to stand upright. Just as Haesoo turned around, Hobin practically dove for the alpha, pinning him onto the wall as he managed to grab the alpha in his arms. His bare skin is so close to Haesoo's glands felt heavenly, they had been constantly releasing a steady stream of pheromones that edged Hobin until he was so desperate, he had to resort to this.
For the first time, Haesoo looked surprised. Appearing as if he was caught off guard. Hobin was close, way too close, his naked body pressed up against him like that. He had instinctively inhaled a sharp breath when the omega's sweet-scenting body crashed against him—bad mistake. His pheromones were so potent that he could nearly taste the lavender on his tongue, and it caused his dick to stiff into fruition against his will. Bad, bad mistake.
It was still okay—he tried to convince himself. He could still control himself enough to pry Hobin off him, his scent wasn't taking over his body fully but when his hand gripped Hobin's shoulder, ready to force him off—Hobin looked up with the most desperate, needy look on his face. His pupils were dilated, begging eyes big and teary, face tinted red, hair completely disheveled and lost its shine.
This was bad. So, so bad.
And Haesoo knew it. He tried resisting by trying to wriggle himself out, but then he kissed Haesoo and it only went downhill from there.
Hobin's kiss was overwhelming, lips moving on their own as though it were muscle memory. They suckled on Haesoo's lower lip, moaning into the kiss as his hands guided Haesoo's to his dripping hole. More pheromones were released by Haesoo to back off, like a final warning to him or he'd get his insides painted white—and quite frankly, that was exactly what Hobin needed. He hadn't realized that Hobin was completely gone, what was left of him was a desperate omega needing a taste of him.
He hummed a particularly needy whine when Haesoo's hand finally made contact with his dripping hole, any form of friction was greatly welcomed by him as he rolled his hips to grind against the limp fingers. When Haesoo pulled away from the kiss, Hobin chased it down, whining at the loss of contact before they connected again. He was kissing him so feverishly, it was intoxicating. This was seriously getting to him, it's clear that Hobin isn't really in control and it was the heat-induced fever that left him keening for the skin contact... But he seriously couldn't indulge in Hobin's needs. He knew that better than anyone.
If he gives in, then he was afraid that he might end up ruining Hobin, he might lose control and seriously fuck him senseless and… impregnate him. He couldn't risk it. No matter how badly his alpha side was urging him to.
Haesoo's eyebrows knitted together as he managed to push Hobin far enough back to worm his way out of his arms, panting heavily as he feels his cock throb hard in his pants. It's urging him to take a bite—no, more than a bite. This was seriously awful. He needed to get out of there. Quick. Before his alpha instincts surface and prompt him to ruin Hobin.
The door was just two feet away, the simple turn of a lock and a twist of a handle and he'd be out of there. He has never walked in such a hurry, as his hand reached the doorknob, Hobin's singular whine of his name made him freeze dead in his tracks.
"Haesoo..."
He feared this. All resistance died in his mind when his name was called so pleadingly. Inclination forced him to turn around and take Hobin's vulnerable body sprawled on the floor into his mind. Legs wide and apart. Inner thighs completely drenched with slick. Eyes half-lidded yet needy. Mouth agape and vocally begging for him.
Hobin needed him.
Haesoo has lost all reason, something had snapped within him. He had obliged, wholly, his fingers were now knuckles deep inside of the omega while he released encouraging pheromones of cinnamon. Haesoo didn't even resist the new scent, even though he was so far from Hobin's scent glands, it was always so potent. So addicting. So intoxicating. He scissors him wide enough to elicit loud, needy moans. The alpha's dick twitches at how fast his insides brought his two fingers back together. He was so tight yet somehow it was so easy to enter him.
Instead of littering Haesoo's title, Hobin was now instead absentmindedly whimpering his name like a chant, realizing that it garnered what he wanted. The omega's eyes were glazed over with lust. The intense fingers inside him probed around intrusively, just like he wanted—not even Taehoon dared to be so rough with him. The stimulation made his back arch, and whenever he did, Haesoo took that as a sign to keep on going. His slim fingers were slowly dragged out before plunging in so deep, it made his hips nearly buck off the floor as an elated squeal leaped out.
His reactions were so fun and enticing. He wanted to know how loudly Hobin would scream if he knotted inside him. It was a lewd thought that he knows he should be resisting against... but he can't.
He plucked his fingers out as more fluid gushed out, following suit. Haesoo has never felt so aroused nor had he seen an omega so riled up like this, his hole was spasming with the need for something bigger to fill him up.
The alpha spent nearly his entire life in prison, but never once had he seen an omega go into heat because alphas and omegas were kept in separate prisons. He only read about them in literature, but this was much more intense than he had anticipated, so much more thrilling. The slick coats his two fingers thoroughly, and he takes them in his mouth without hesitation. A mixture of vanilla and something malty on his tongue as he savors it with subtle fascination. Being a witness to such an erotic sight, Hobin couldn't help but whine for his attention, fingers were stretching his hole wide as his wordless way of begging for something more.
The alpha's eyes gleamed. A gnawing type of hunger sat in the pit of his stomach.
"On your knees," Haesoo commands, eyes watching as Hobin rolled over to crawl on his arm and knees, ass sticking out at him with his still dripping hole on display for his eyes to feast on. He really doesn't mind the free eye candy. Just as he pulled Hobin's hips closer, spreading his legs open, he felt his eyebrows knit when Hobin takes the initiative to press himself against his crotch, rolling his hips to grind against that rock-hard bump in his pants.
Haesoo has to curse under his breath as he slides his waistband right under his stiff cock, only freeing that much as he steadies himself. Hobin was begging so cutely, nearly puppyish. Haesoo nearly loses control when Hobin begs his name once again. He should really stop doing that, hearing his name being moaned so deliciously was way too much for his brain to handle.
Hobin flinched when he feels something thick and raw sliding against the crevis of his ass. He wasn't a stranger to this, he knew what it was and wanted it wholeheartedly.
The alpha bites on his lower lip when he sees Hobin rolling his hips to try and get it inside, but the head slipped off every time because he can't align it right. It was too cute, watching him try so eagerly. This occurred once more before Hobin got impatient and his whines were getting desperate once again. Fine, no more toying around. Hobin was already desperate enough to just take anyone, if he teased him anymore, he might just lose his mind.
Hobin jolts a bit when he feels the tip being pressed into his hole before his hips hungrily jutted downwards to take the tip in. Haesoo sighs a bit and begins sinking the entire length in. More slick oozed out as Haesoo's length was pushed in. Hobin's insides were pushed wide apart as his hips descended, making the omega yelp as it fills him up so well, settling it in with a crude slap of their bodies meeting. He was so well stretched out and the slick made it way too easy for him to enter, perhaps a bit too quick—but it didn't seem like Hobin minded. He was so tight, Haesoo already knew that beforehand, but the euphoric feeling of his walls pulsing around his sensitive cock was so exhilarating. The omega was content, so happy to be finally full with an alpha's cock buried deep inside him, gently rocking against his prostate.
"Haesoo, Haesoo, ah—Haesoo," He panted his name like honey rolling off his tongue, nails dragging against the tiled bathroom floor as the alpha released more pheromones to relax Hobin around his cock. Sweat glistened on his body, muscles flexing as he tries to bounce his hips, met only with a firm denial as Haesoo gripped his hips. A soft, petty little whimper escapes his throat.
He senses a musky smell lingering in the air when Haesoo began thrusting on his own accord, his cock stimulating every nerve in his walls was enough to get him crying out. So much pleasure all at once. It was making his dick leak globs, as Haesoo's dick rammed into him so hard and fast that his whole body was bouncing, inching forward before the hands on his hips pulled him back down onto it—announcing a loud slap as their hips met once again.
It is so filthy, the saliva dripping down his chin, the precum pooling in between his knees, his hot tears rolling down his face but he just can't help but love every second of it. Inarticulate and broken noises spilled without shame, so loud that Haesoo wondered if the students and instructors could hear from the courtyard. Hobin was rolling his hips to match his thrusts as his ass began feeling numb. Haesoo's half-lidded eyes stare at the delectable slope downwards to his shoulders, head pressed into his arms from the overwhelming pleasure. He leans down, close to his scent glands as he gives it an experimental lick that got Hobin choking back a gasp. So reactive. So fun to tease.
"Don't cum until I say so." Haesoo ordered breathily beside his ear, "Or I'll never fill you up." And at that, Hobin feels a whole-bodied shiver travel up his spine, making him tremble with arousal. He can already feel his orgasm boiling hot in his gut, and he despairingly knows that Haesoo was nowhere near as close as he was. He chokes out a damning sob, knowing full well that it would be impossible to hold back his orgasm with Haesoo's cock abusing his prostate like that. The alpha dragged his tongue over his scent glands once again, tasting the cinnamon staining his tongue and filling his lungs. It was just like nicotine, so very addicting.
Hobin lets out a distressed whine, nearly breaking down in sobs when he feels Haesoo ruthlessly attack his sensitive prostate while Haesoo knows fully well that he was going to burst soon. It was in the way his walls pulsed and clenched repeatedly, quite obvious if you ask him.
It wasn't even a second later before Hobin's orgasm crept up on him, the tingle in his abdomen cut off his moans halfway multiple times as though his diaphragm was already contracting in advance. Haesoo sighs, feeling the soft part of his heart pity the omega, being bullied so ruthlessly like this.
To keep thrusting, or not? Which would he prefer? Haesoo wondered, tilting his head to the side, musing to himself.
Taking his previous whine into consideration, he probably would prefer the latter. It was like he couldn't live without the alpha coming inside him. So Haesoo ceases all movements abruptly, hearing the confused hisses as his orgasm dissipates, followed by the full-bodied spasm. Not even a second later, the omega is begging once again to continue, as though he didn't need the rest nor the stamina. Perhaps he's the type to just enjoy the moment without thinking of the repercussions. He's so confusing. What does he even want?
Ah, to hell with it. Haesoo grumbled in his mind, throwing away all sympathy for how toyed Hobin may feel. The resumed thrusts were short and shallow at first, only the first half of his cock dipping into the slippery haven before Haesoo jabs the rest inside in one, singular thrust, drawing a sharp cry from Hobin. The thrusts are rough and fast, plunging in deep to slam against his prostate before dragging out and his insides felt terrifyingly empty.
His ass is so numb, it's crazy. He has never felt so used like this before, as if he was just a toy at Haesoo's disposal. Taehoon may not seem like it, but his movements were careful to not hurt him despite hissing irritated curses under his breath for dragging him into this. But Haesoo is different. Drastically different. He could care less about how Hobin may feel and in some way, Hobin's delirious mind kind of enjoys how rough he is.
Hobin only feels Haesoo's cock prying him back up with every jut forward, his teeth grazing against his glands, and his brain melting way of stimulating it with his tongue. The omega wants it, for Haesoo to bite hard and mark him while knotting inside and pumping all of his seed deep, it was painfully obvious to detect in his newly produced pheromones. Every need was fully on display for Haesoo to sense.
"You want me to fill you with pups?" He asks softly, and Hobin nods frantically, encouraging with needy little babbles. "Then don't cry about it to me afterward." He whispers and before Hobin knew it, he felt sharp teeth biting down and drawing blood, the pain quickly registering as intense pleasure as the omega came hard against the tiled floor with a loud cry.
Too loud. Haesoo worried that he was pushing it. Maybe he should shut that window.
If it weren't for the hands on Hobin's hips, he was sure that his hips would come crashing down onto the ground from exhaustion. Haesoo wasn't finished, the increased tightness suctioned around his cock encouraged him to go faster, watching closely as his dick disappeared inside Hobin repeatedly when he began chasing his own high. He should have waited, but the slipping control inclined him to thrust forward without the intention to stop. His post-orgasmic sensitivity made him so deliciously tight. From below him, Hobin started to react to the overstimulation. The bliss of climax began to slip as he gagged broken little 'ah ah ahs', and his hands forms fists to endure it. "Relax, I'm giving you what you want." He commands, releasing a bit more of his pheromones as he drives his dick deep inside.
Heat surges slowly and the omega feels the urge rocking in slowly. The pressure on his dick only increased, it felt like lightning shooting through his body as pained sobs left Hobin's mouth. He garbles choked back cries, his still hard cock slapped against his own belly from the momentum. He hadn't even noticed Hobin's dick springing back to life as the pain then turned into raw pleasure but he still continued crying. Everything was too overwhelming, especially for a vulnerable omega still in heat.
Haesoo licks against his ear, and bites down on another patch of his scent glands, savoring the metallic blood in his mouth as Hobin spasmed. He doesn't give a break at all, continuing to leave more large, deep teeth indents all over Hobin's neck, and if he could, he would have definitely left more in the front as well. Maybe he's playing a little selfish, marking him to keep when it was obvious that Hobin wasn't interested in becoming more than friends with him. Haesoo feels pressure building in his guts, his own breathing hitched as a knot started to form at the base of his cock. His pheromone gives a small warning to Hobin and it sets him off, beginning to plead for him to release deep inside him, to paint his insides white.
Hobin begged just like a bitch in heat. He was so desperate. Complying, Haesoo didn't stop when he knew he really should have. The vice-like grip on his hips was hard enough to leave bruises as he kept thrusting, gritting his teeth when he feels his pleasure peak. He slams hard into Hobin with enough force to hit his head against the tile floor as the alpha's dick shot rope after rope of translucent cum into him, his knot fully forming thick around his base—and Hobin screamed. He then broke down into sobs, body trembling, and jolting with stimulation. Taehoon never came inside him, so he never felt the intense sensation of knotting nor the heavy dose of adenosine that flooded right after.
He had been in so much bliss that he hadn't even realized he came a second time, a small string of cum that he only managed to see after his head began to clear.
Haesoo pulls his body back a bit to take in the mess he's made, balls deep inside an omega, a thick knot firmly securing him in place, semen was planted deep and he's marked him. Oh, he's done it. He's created a bigger mess than he could handle. Maybe if he persuades Hobin with some food, he'll be compliant with him afterward? After all, Hobin never showed any interest in becoming lovers, and he's sure that the omega's got someone else waiting for him outside of this school. Presumably, an alpha who waited until they got married to mark—and at that thought, Haesoo's not sure if he feels any form of pity or regret. Whatever. He got to Hobin first, so, therefore, he's his to claim.
He watches as Hobin struggles to take in air due to how full he feels, but he could tell he's slowly getting a sense of his surroundings and proper train of thought.
"W-wait," Hobin babbled, anxiety rising in his throat like bile. His eyes shot wide with worry, he usually became a bit sober for a short duration after being fully satisfied. "Wait wait wait wait, H-Haesoo!" He whipped his head around so fast that he thought the omega would get whiplash. His eyes were wide and teary, such pretty fear embedded in them. He took a moment to register the dick inside his hole and the knot buried deep, preventing any semen from escaping, panting with dread. "P-pull out—I can't get pregnant! N-no, not like this!"
"Shhhh," Haesoo shushed and leaned back in to lick the bleeding bite marks on his neck. "I know where they keep the plan B pills. An instructor here is an omega." Hobin whimpers, placing a hand over his stomach shamefully. His expression twisted with fear at the thought of Taehoon's pissed attitude after learning that he might have spent his heat with someone other than him—and he actually came inside whereas the brunette had been so careful not to let a single drop. The tongue dragging against his bleeding neck was calming, a wave of drowsiness washing over him as they held the position.
They shifted into a more comfortable position as they slowly waited out his knot. Hobin kept apologizing to Haesoo for pulling him into this mess. He was blabbering on and on about how sorry he was, and how his virginity was stolen by someone like him… when all the alpha could wonder was how the omega didn't realize that he had already marked him, meaning that he couldn't mate with anyone else nor spend his heat with anyone other than him. He must have been too delirious to realize.
He didn't ask any more questions, enduring Hobin's rambling of how he'll make it up to him later on when suddenly, the omega gasped at the realization that a new wave of heat would hit him soon, as his heat usually lasted for an entire week. He had hoped that he would be able to finish this request before his heat, but who knows how much longer he'd need to spend in here?
Haesoo sighed and bites softly on the shell of his ear, feeling content at the opportunity practically screaming at him to take it. "I'll help you. Just call my name."
There was no use crying over spilled milk, might as well take advantage of this.
So Hobin nodded.