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After a full day of teasing, Chanyeol finally breaks.
The pair hadn’t had sex in weeks. With their pups recently having started school, their days were filled with getting them ready, work, picking them up from school, cooking dinner and getting them ready to bed. In other words, all of their waking days were spent on their children, with the remnants of their energy only being used to collapse on their bed at the end of the day and turn the night lamp beside them off,calling it a night with brief “goodnight’s” and “I love you’s”.
Eventually, upon realizing his sexual frustration and his husband’s obliviousness, Baekhyun decides to go on a mission.
It starts when they’re both getting up at six in the morning, when Chanyeol’s doing his skincare by their vanity mirror like he usually does before work. Baekhyun pulls out their drawer and starts to put on a pair of racy panties in front of his husband, the white lace ones he knew Chanyeol liked. He tries to act oblivious, almost smirking at the sight of Chanyeol’s eyes widening like they were going to come out of their sockets.
By the time Baekhyun’s done and he’s put on a shirt, the alpha only stands up and gives him a brief kiss on the cheek, telling him he was going to wake their children up.
Baekhyun pouts when Chanyeol lets go and scurries off.
And so he tries another approach. The next time, he pretends to drop something and attempts to bend over in front of Chanyeol quite provocatively, knowing that with his shirt lifting up, the other could see the full display of his ass and cunt underneath the sheer fabric of lace.
He swears he could almost hear Chanyeol groan behind him. However, at the sound of yelling and a door opening from the direction of their children’s bedroom, Baekhyun immediately stands up, wearing a mask of oblivion as he stares at Chanyeol’s flushed and bothered expression. “Juice? You seem thirsty.” Baekhyun exhales, smiling at him.
Chanyeol gulps. “I’ll have some, thanks.”
The third time was the charm when Baekhyun asked his husband to pick him up after work early today so that they could go shopping. Chanyeol doesn’t question him, happy to go along with whatever Baekhyun wanted. They’re an hour in at the shopping mall that was a few blocks away from their pups’ school, when Baekhyun suddenly goes off to a maternity store, eyeing one of the sheer lilac blue dresses they had on display.
“These look nice. Honey, do you think I look sexier pregnant? I want it but I don’t think there’s a point if I’m not..”
He trails off, eyeing Chanyeol’s expression that was marred with a mix of arousal and surprise. The alpha then wordlessly takes his hand and brings him to the store, letting Baekhyun buy the dress with his own credit card.
The rest of the day goes by smoothly like nothing happened, except Baekhyun realizes Chanyeol has broken when he shuts off the door quietly after putting their kids to bed. In the blink of an eye, Baekhyun is manhandled onto the bed with his clothes being taken off of him.
Which is what leads them to where they are now.
“Honey, please—“
Baekhyun’s own whine was cut off with a hushed moan that fell out of his lips when he felt the alpha’s bottom lip graze the area between his legs.
A pair of strong hands firmly held both of his thighs in place, locking him with his back on the bed and his legs spread wantonly in front of his husband. His arms were folded and rested on his eyes and forehead as he awaited—excitement making his heart pound and heat making his skin sensitive to every sensation.
Below him, Chanyeol started to lap up the copious amount of slick that had gathered around his pussy. He dragged his tongue over his labia, seemingly encouraged by the noises of pleasure the omega beneath him made. “You taste so good, baby. Can never get enough of you.”
Baekhyun felt a finger circle around his cunt—lubricating in his own juices until it pushed in slowly. Chanyeol pumped his digit in and out the omega and Baekhyun could only bite his lip to contain his moans. His husband continued with his ministrations, lapping up the slick that continued to seep from his heat like a starved man.
“Stop teasing, Chanyeollie.” Baekhyun managed to breathe out.
Chanyeol paused for a moment, before pulling his finger out and pushing himself to hover over the omega. Baekhyun whined at the loss of penetration. He hated the emptiness he felt when his alpha was right with him. His whines were shushed by Chanyeol who removed his arms that covered his face, instead placing them to rest on his sides.
Chanyeol laid a tender hand on his cheek, eyebrows furrowed while his eyes displayed endless worry. Baekhyun could almost laugh at the sight: his alpha, pathetically soft and attentive to his every want and need.
His broad frame hovered over his own with Chanyeol’s hands pressed on the mattress on his sides. Baekhyun gazed at the tattooed arms that caged him, bringing a hand to trace over the veins that bulged over his mate’s skin. He could smell the strong arousal that wafted off of Chanyeol—a mix of cedarwood and dried citrus that Baekhyun could drown in. In the quiet den that was their bedroom, he could hear his alpha’s rapid heartbeat that filled his own heart with pride knowing it was for him.
Chanyeol shivered at the touch, yet left Baekhyun to do as he pleased. He leaned in closer to Baekhyun’s neck by the junction of his shoulder, his nose brushing over his scent gland. Baekhyun tilted his head slightly, giving the alpha a small opening to scent him. Chanyeol did so greedily, rubbing his own scent all over Baekhyun as an act of shameless possession.
“What do you want, baby? What can alpha do for you?” Chanyeol muttered, his head buried in his neck.
A satisfied smile crept on Baekhyun’s face. “Look at me, honey.” The alpha, as if on cue, immediately listened and stopped scenting the older to push himself up and face him.
Baekhyun placed his hand over Chanyeol’s own, which laid on his cheek. “Don’t tease, Chanyeol.”
“But I want you so bad, Baek.” Chanyeol’s voice dripped with a need that matched the emotion conveyed by his facial expression.
“I want every inch of you. I—We haven’t done this in a while with the pups and life being so hectic lately. I haven’t had you in a while. I miss you.”
“And you’ll have me.” Baekhyun answered. He understood where the alpha was coming from. With their children having recently started school, much of their time was spent on helping Byul and Yuna navigate in between school, meals, and other after-school activities that had the parents tirelessly running back-and-forth to make sure that their kids wouldn’t miss out on any activities.
It’s been a month, he realizes, since he and Chanyeol had enough energy to be intimate like this again instead of giving each other a half-assed kiss and crashing straight onto bed.
But Baekhyun hated being teased—of being deprived of what he immediately wanted at that moment.
“You’ll have me today and tomorrow. And the day after. Forever.” Chanyeol snickered and Baekhyun glowed at the sight of his husband having laughed at his sappiness.
“But I need you right now. They’ve only started sleeping—we have the whole night to be slow, baby.”
He brought Chanyeol’s hand to his lips, kissing them as he continued to stare into his husband’s eyes.
“Okay.”
Chanyeol shifted back to the lower end of the bed. To Baekhyun’s surprise, he grabbed the omega’s hips and brought it to his face, resuming to eat his lover out.
Unlike earlier, the alpha’s approach had changed, taking in a more direct one. Baekhyun felt two fingers easily slip into his heat accompanied with Chanyeol’s mouth latching onto his swollen clit.
“Oh—fuck. Yeol—“
Baekhyun jerked in response to the sudden sensation, arching his back from the immense pleasure it brought. Chanyeol began with dragging and lapping his tongue up and down his clit, making Baekhyun clench tightly around his fingers that continued to go in and out of his core.
“D-don’t stop.”
He whimpered endlessly, grabbing Chanyeol’s hair harshly as he pushed the alpha’s head deeper. He wanted to feel more. He wanted to be engulfed in the pleasures Chanyeol gave him without end.
A broken moan spilled out of his lips when Chanyeol replaced his tongue with his mouth, sucking the omega’s clit with enough force that had Baekhyun’s legs shake with tremors so intense it made him lose all strength. His thighs that were wrapped around Chanyeol’s head tightened in a suffocating-like grip with every lick and suck that Chanyeol would give.
“So good—don’t stop, Alpha. You’re so good. G-gonna make me come soon.” Chanyeol growled in agreement, seeming relentless in his treatment of Baekhyun’s pussy. Another suck to his sensitive bud sent a jolt up Baekhyun’s spine and he could only hope that every wanton moan that left his mouth wouldn’t be heard outside the walls of their bedroom.
He looked down and groaned at the sight of Chanyeol devouring him fervently. Baekhyun’s hand still gripped his hair tightly he was sure to hurt his alpha’s scalp, yet Chanyeol appeared unaffected and continued to eat him out. He felt a finger sneak in and push in his cunt, and Baekhyun almost saw stars, his breath catching at the simultaneous pleasure of Chanyeol sucking his clit and fingering him.
A curling heat started to form and pool in his belly, as well as the familiar pressure in his abdomen. Baekhyun rutted his hips up to meet Chanyeol’s mouth even more, moaning at the increased sensation it gave his clit. “G-gonna pee—Fuck, stop,—!”
Chanyeol knew he was about to come. Which is why the latter only increased his speed with his fingers and let his tongue repeatedly flick over the swollen and pulsating clit. Lick, fwap, suck—
Baekhyun’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he threw his head back, mewls and sobs leaving his lips as he experienced his intense release. “Fuck!”
At the same time, a stream of clear liquid spurts from his pussy in large amounts, drenching Chanyeol’s face completely. Oh my god.
He heard Chanyeol groan below him, seemingly undeterred, and lap up the liquid with his tongue as he continued to squirt, his twitching body helpless to the overstimulation he felt from his clit being abused. He registers their bedsheets being heavily soaked and he hopes that one of them has the mind to deal with it tomorrow.
Baekhyun lays there, chest heaving as he recovers from the explosive orgasm he just had. Once Chanyeol hums with satisfaction and takes in the sight of Baekhyun’s core—puffy, red, and covered in a mix of slick, squirt, and saliva, he shifts back up to pepper Baekhyun’s face with kisses.
“Tastes so good, baby. Better than anything I’ve ever had. Love it when you squirt on me.” Chanyeol cooed.
Baekhyun whimpered and blindly cupped the alpha’s cheek to pull him into a deep kiss. Their lips melded together softly and the omega’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt Chanyeol pull their flushed bodies even closer together. He could taste himself from Chanyeol’s mouth—it covered every inch of his tongue.
The omega’s lips parted into a soft moan when he felt Chanyeol’s hand slide to his chest to thumb his nipple. His other hand roamed Baekhyun’s body freely, cupping and squeezing the dip of his waist and the curve of his butt.
It was all so addicting, he thinks. Baekhyu didn’t want Chanyeol to stop. He felt so dizzy in bliss from the alpha’s everything—his body, scent, warmth, and passion for him, expressed in the extent Chanyeol would reach to pleasure him.
His mouth was devoured hungrily, their hot breaths mingling as their tongues slid over each other. Saliva started to drool from his lip, creating erotic sounds of wet pleasure.
Chanyeol pulls away, a trail of saliva following his lip. He continued to thumb Baekbhyun’s perk nipple tantalizingly slow, circling the areola and dragging his finger slightly over the rosy and sensitive bud.
“Can I fuck you now?”
“..You’ll have to ask me again. What do we say to be nice, Chanyeollie?”
The omega’s voice was laced with mischief—Chanyeol knew it was almost the same tone he used with their pups whenever he’d try to discipline them.
However, his husband’s mocking didn’t faze him. If anything, it enthralled him more and encouraged his arousal for the beautiful omega that lay beneath him. Baekhyun wanted him to work and beg for it. It was anything but non-sacrilegious to their second gender, yet Chanyeol relished in giving Baekhyun the reins for control.
Chanyeol feels a delicate hand creep and slowly make its way to the bulge of his hardened cock in his shorts. Baekhyun smiles smugly at him, eyes shaping into a crescent-like shape with a self-satisfied grin that paired it like he wasn’t palming at his length, his finger finding the tip and rubbing it tenderly.
Chanyeol shivers and leans in closer, feeling his abdomen curl in heat from the pleasure that started to take form in his body.
“Please, baby. Please let me put my knot in you.”
“Why, Yeol?”
Chanyeol immediately answers and looks up at his husband, almost rambling. “Want you pregnant again. Filled with my pups. God, you looked so beautiful—still do—and you did so well carrying my pups and bringing them to this world. Let me fill you up with my puppies again, Baek.”
Baekhyun closes his eyes at the thought. A sense of pride bloomed in his chest, knowing that he was the only omega in Chanyeol’s life to make him feel this way. He relished in it.
He’d known for a long time that it was, almost comically, Chanyeol’s mission to get him pregnant. He’d thought that after their first born the alpha’s desire for pups would simmer, but the multiple pregnancies he had after, and the dark gaze that currently swirled in his husband’s orbs told him otherwise.
God, it’s almost like Chanyeol had a breeding kink. He remembers the countless number of times he would be simply lounging in their bedroom wearing nothing but Chanyeol’s shirt that lay loose on his frame; then, the alpha would walk in and take one look at him and his swollen belly—and he’d be bent over on all fours with the alpha pounding his cunt within the next five minutes. He’d say the same phrases that related to him being pregnant over and over again like a prayer, all while his hand lay on his belly protectively.
There were other times when he’d start lactating and he’d wake up from a nap to the alpha sucking on his teat, pulling Baekhyun closer to him as the omega lay on his side. Baekhyun would only sigh and let the alpha do whatever he pleased, well aware of Chanyeol’s affinity for his breasts that became especially swollen during pregnancy. He’d whine and try to push him off, telling Chanyeol that there wouldn’t be anymore for their pups. His efforts were futile, though, as it would always lead to Baekhyun’s own nipples becoming swollen and sore to the touch from all the sucking. He’d grumble at the alpha and swat him away, only to crawl back to Chanyeol when his breasts started leaking milk again.
But his favorite? When Chanyeol’s desire to breed came out whenever he’d feel the green and ugly emotion of jealousy. It didn’t have to be anything major—it might just be another alpha lingering too close next to him or gazing at him for a second longer. Baekhyun couldn’t care less about the attention that he received from other alphas, but he loved it when said attention would cause his mate’s gaze to dim with fury. It was this inherent possessiveness that drove Chanyeol to claim and fill—which he’d express vehemently when he’d carry Baekhyun to their bedroom that day.
‘Maybe if you’re pregnant they’ll get the idea that you’re taken. That you’re mine and mine only.’
It was exciting, playing with the idea of pregnancy knowing that despite all the hormones, cravings, and mood swings he abhorred, it brought him this—a needy and possessive Chanyeol that burned with the intent to wreck and fill him to the brim with come.
“Okay, Alpha.”
Chanyeol’s breath hitches at the title. It’s said with a sense of reverie that when Chanyeol stares down into his lover’s eyes, all he sees is desire and adoration swirling in the depths of strikingly beautiful chocolate orbs.
Baekhyun lets go of his cock. Instead, he spreads his legs wide and uses his fingers on his labia, spreading his warm folds that were gushing with slick open. It makes an audible squelch, a sound so vulgar he could see his alpha’s breathing pick up. He looks up at Chanyeol through his eyelashes, almost pleadingly, and whines.
“Fuck me, honey.. ‘til the only thing my body knows is your fat knot. I’ll have your puppies over and over again forever, alpha..”
By the end of the sentence, Baekhyun could see the outline of the alpha’s hard cock in the black shorts he wore.
“You’re going to fucking kill me, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol groans.
The omega knew then that his words had been his breaking point.
Chanyeol hastily pulls down the hem of his own shorts, not even bothering to take them off as long as his cock was able to spring free. Baekhyun gulps at the sight, mouth dry and mind filled with desire at the sight of the heavy and hard cock in front of him.
He brings his length up to Baekhyun’s entrance, rubbing and coating it with the slick and saliva that was all over his clit. Baekhyun moaned loudly at the sensation of the veiny cock being rubbed on his sensitive bud. “Hngh…”
Chanyeol slides inside of him without much effort and Baekhyun can almost see stars. His girth stretches him out inch by inch and his walls uncontrollably clench tightly around Chanyeol’s length. He feels the tip of his length stop on his cervix as the alpha buries himself inside of him completely with a groan, his balls pressed in between Baekhyun’s legs.
Baekhyun starts to feel dizzy at the satiation of being filled. He bets that if he were to look down at his usually flat belly, he would see the outline of his alpha’s fat cock inside him as Chanyeol bottomed out.
“How are you so tight when I’ve been fucking this pussy for years?” Chanyeol grunted, his hot breath ghosting Baekhyun’s neck and making hairs rise. Baekhyun’s hands let go of his cunt and make its way to Chanyeol’s back, his fingernails digging deep into the alpha’s back. He hooks his legs around the Alpha’s waist and this brings the alpha closer—deeper inside of him.
The stretch is a welcomed sensation for the omega. He had always loved Chanyeol’s cock. How his balls were fat enough to slap his pussy every time he’d get pounded, or how the length and girth filled him up so perfectly his mind would be sedated and reduced to a whore. Chanyeol’s cock was what he needed to satisfy the searing desire that craved only to be fucked until exhaustion.
“M-move, honey.” Baekhyun breathes out shakily. His pulse roars in his ears and he feels fuzzy and light-headed all at once.
Chanyeol’s reaction is almost instant. His hands find themselves grabbing Baekhyun’s waist tightly, fingers curling on the dip of his curves possessively like the expression of his carnal desire to mate. He pulls out only to slam back in harshly, barely giving Baekhyun any time to react when he sets a frantic rhythm and pace set on destroying his pussy.
The omega cries out in surprise. “God—Chanyeol!” He can feel Chanyeol’s heavy and ragged breaths on his skin as the alpha mercilessly snaps his hips. He’s absolutely helpless, quivering and limp at the sensation of his alpha’s cock being driven in and out of him. The sounds of Chanyeol driving his cock in and out of him were obscene. It filled the room, his slick and squirt coating the alpha’s cock making it effortless for him to slide in and out.
It’s pain and pleasure all at once. Chanyeol’s gazing at him and Baekhyun feels his cheeks flush at the intense and unadulterated stare directed at him. He suddenly feels shy, taking his hands in an attempt to cover his face. “I-Is there something on my face?”
Strong and rough hands grab his wrists, placing them over his head instead. “No, baby. Let me see you. I need to watch you while you get fucked. You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re my omega.”
Baekhyun almost purrs at the alpha’s words, heart feeling like it was to explode at any given moment for the infinite love he had for his husband. He loved it when Chanyeol praised him, worshipping his being entirely like he was the only omega in the world. Words like ‘gorgeous’, and ‘beautiful’ would often be heard from the alpha’s lips, with his burning gaze locked directly at him while he was being fucked.
Chanyeol’s grip is strong, his strength almost squeezing his wrists and sure to leave bruises later. “Do you like it? Like when alpha fucks you?”
Baekhyun nods, whimpering in response. He’s powerless and unmoving against the thrusts in his pussy. His body was continuously being rutted against the mattress in sync with the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Chanyeol makes a particular thrust that brushes against his g-spot and he cries out, arching his back with his chest directly on the alpha. Chanyeol groans at the contact of their sweaty and flushed bodies rubbing against each other with every thrust. “The kids—they’re going to wake up—“
“I’ll just have to shut you up then.”
In an instant, Baekhyun feels Chanyeol pull out of him and grab his hips, flipping him over effectively on their bed. “Kneel.”
“What—“
Baekhyun feels a sudden painful sting on his rear, making him jolt and shout at the spank he just received. “Kneel, omega.” Chanyeol hissed.
Baekhyun quickly scrambles and gets on all fours, burying his face on the sheets with his ass perked up. He shivers at the cold air blowing on his pussy and starts rubbing his legs together in an effort to get any form of friction. His body aches and throbs with need, one only Chanyeol could give.
“Please, Yeollie.” He pleaded with his head down, muffling his whimpers. “Put your cock back in me.”
Almost instantly, Chanyeol hovers over him and slides his length in. “You’re such a slut.” He grits out, hot breath on Baekhyun’s ear making the omega’s tingle with need. “Just a cum dump for your alpha. Gonna breed you again, make you mine so that all those other alphas can back off.”
Baekhyun is left unable to respond, short and repetitive breathy moans escaping his lips every time Chanyeol rammed his cock into him. He feels a hand crawl its way in between his legs and start thumbing his clit.
His knees almost give out at the sensation. It was electric, jolts forming on every inch of his body in pleasure. “Ch-Chanyeol! Fuck—“
The alpha’s relentless. His pace is fixed and brutal with his cock that pounds him and his finger circles his overstimulated clit. All Baekhyun can think of is cock and being bred as Chanyeol continued to fuck him and rub his clit. A familiar heat starts to form in his abdomen and his hands start to grasp at the sheets tightly.
“You’re such a good mommy,” Baekhyun groans at the name, eyes rolling into the back of his head and his mouth panting as the alpha continued to stimulate his clit. “Mommy, when I come, you’re going to take it like the bitch you are, right?” His pussy clenched at the voice that dripped with pure lust and want. At the lack of response, he could hear Chanyeol grunt and felt him only pull out and slam back in harder. He knew Chanyeol was enjoying this, reducing him to wanton omega that whimpered and whined—wanting nothing but his cock.
A hand grabbed his chin, turning his face towards Chanyeol roughly. His eyes were half lidded, face streaked with tears and mouth ajar while he stared back at the alpha. Chanyeol spits in his mouth, eyes darkening at the sight of Baekhyun poorly attempting to swallow his spit as if quenched. “Love it when you look fucked out like this. Are you alpha’s whore? Do you want me to fill you up with my knot?”
“Yes!” The omega screamed, almost sobbing at this point as pain ripped through him at the force of Chanyeol’s strength. The hold on his chin released and his face was immediately pushed back onto the bed. His tears and snot further drenched the already wet sheets on his face. He was an utter mess.
“God, Chanyeol, yes! Give it to me—breed me, fill me up with your fat—.” He cries out in pleasure when he starts to feel the base of his alpha’s cock swell, effectively locking him in place. Chanyeol almost collapses over him, shivering and holding Baekhyun’s waist in place. It stretches him out, fills him up so good that Baekhyun starts to feel his release as well.
“Gonna come—shit!” Chanyeol’s hot breath landed on his ear and he could feel the alpha shiver on top of him.
Meanwhile, it only takes Chanyeol’s finger to press on his clit firmly before Baekhyun makes a strangled noise and lets out another torrent of urine again, whines and incoherent babbles about cock leaving him in a mix of both immense pleasure and exhaustion. “Oh, Alpha! So fucking good, I love you so much, love your fat cock. Makes me so full. God—I love you..” He’s babbling at this point, head and body swimming in an ocean of pleasure.
At the same time, Chanyeol’s knot fully forms and the alpha releases his generous load into him. Baekhyun stuttered out a gasp at the sensation of being filled to the brim with hot and thick cum. He throws his head back, thrashing while Chanyeol growls and grabs his chin to face him, kissing him harshly and muffling his moans.
It’s all too much at once, him squirting and the alpha playing with his mouth and filling him up with his cum at the same time. Sex has never felt so good. The liquid goes everywhere, spraying both of their abdomens and soaking the already wet sheets further.
Baekhyun couldn’t have imagined anything else better than that moment, where his and Chanyeol’s flushed and bare bodies were shuddering, pressed against each other as they both experienced their release. He felt like he was one with the alpha, their bodies melding together into one.
The kiss breaks and Baekhyun goes limp in Chanyeol’s grip. He feels himself being turned on his side with Chanyeol’s arms now wrapped around him securely in a warm hug.
They face each other in bed and Baekhyun gets reminded of how handsome his husband was. His black hair was tousled and messy on all ends, his forehead displayed. Chanyeol’s eyes still lingered with desire as they gazed at him in a way that seemed unwilling to turn away or let go. Baekhyun’s eyes linger lower and he sees the multiple hickies he had made earlier by the alpha’s collarbone, followed by a wetness on the line of his defined abs he could guess was from his own slick and squirt.
“Best sex ever.” Chanyeol says after a minute of heavy panting and silence. Baekhyun looks back up. He laughs at the sight of a satisfied grin forming on Chanyeol’s face. The omega shifts himself up slightly to pepper the alpha’s face with multiple feathery kisses. “Don’t let it get to your head, idiot.”
“I made you squirt twice.”
The omega flushes at the statement, a bright crimson red blush forming on his cheeks and his ears heating up in embarrassment. Right. He couldn’t believe he had done that. He whines and rubs his face on the other, his other hand grabbing the duvet that was pushed off earlier to cover the both of them up.
“You’re insufferable. You have a breeding kink.” He mutters.
Chanyeol grins, eyes twinkling in mischief. “You love it.”
Later, Baekhyun spends the rest of the night recuperating in bed while Chanyeol cleans their room up—despite the other rounds of sex he had promised the alpha earlier that night. He has Chanyeol wrapped around every inch of his finger and it’s times like these where he loves being reminded of it.