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The word had landed like a stone in still water, rippling out to shatter the quiet surface of Suguru’s life.
“I think we should open the relationship.”
His husband, Takumi, a beta, had said it with a casualness that was more devastating than any shout. Suguru had begged, his omega instincts screaming in protest, his heart cracking with every word.
He didn’t want this. He wanted his husband, his bond, the sanctity of what they had built. But the alternative, a divorce, was a cold, empty void he couldn’t face. So, with a silent, agonizing scream trapped in his throat, he had agreed.
The agreement had festered. For months, Suguru had sat at home, a perfect, dutiful omega, while Takumi went on a string of first dates that never turned into seconds. Each time his beta husband came home, frustrated and alone, a vicious, petty part of Suguru purred with satisfaction.
Serves him right. But that satisfaction was a thin, brittle shell over a well of hurt so deep he thought he might drown in it. Takumi didn’t want anyone else, it seemed, but he also didn’t want Suguru.
The rejection was a double-edged sword, cutting him every time he looked in the mirror. He was 32, still beautiful, but his beauty had been packed away, forgotten like a dress in the back of a closet.
Tonight, that changed. A switch flipped. If his beta husband wanted to pretend he wasn't the perfect omega, then Suguru would stop being him. He would take advantage of this farce. He would go out, get drinks, and for the first time in years, he would have fun.
He pulled a dress from the depths of his closet, a sinfully short, backless black number he hadn’t worn since before his marriage. He let his long, black hair down from its usual tight bun, letting it fall in soft, wavy curtains around his shoulders.
He lined his eyes with kohl, making his dark gaze look smoldering and dangerous. The face in the mirror was a stranger—a breathtaking, sensual stranger. The cheap, simple wedding band on his finger felt like a lie.
The club was a sensory overload of pounding bass and strobing lights, a world away from his silent, empty house. He slid onto a barstool, crossing his legs so the slit in his dress fell open, revealing a long expanse of pale thigh.
The first alpha who approached bought him a vodka cranberry. Suguru took it, the tart sweetness doing nothing to mask the burn of alcohol, and he drank it down faster than he should have. The second alpha bought him a shot of tequila. The third, a cosmopolitan. Drink after drink, each paid for by a different alpha whose face he forgot the moment he turned away.
The alcohol spread through his veins, a warm, buzzing fog that dulled the sharp edges of his pain and made his body feel loose, liquid, and dangerously receptive. He was drunk, properly drunk, and the world had taken on a soft, glittering haze.
He was swirling the dregs of a fourth cocktail when a presence settled next to him, sucking all the air out of the room. The alphas who had been circling him seemed to instinctively retreat, cowed by a predator far higher on the food chain.
“Let me guess, a cosmopolitan? You look like you have sweeter tastes.”
The voice was a deep, arrogant caress. Suguru turned, and his brain short-circuited. The man was… god, he was beautiful. A shock of white hair, eyes so blue they were practically crystalline behind dark lashes, a smirk playing on lips that were made for sin.
He was tall, lean with muscle, and radiated an alpha confidence so potent it made Suguru’s knees weak even while sitting. He was also undeniably young. Twenty-two, maybe twenty-three at the most. A wave of shameful heat washed over Suguru. He felt like a pervert just for looking.
But the young alpha, Satoru, as he’d introduced himself with a cocky grin, didn’t seem to care. His gaze was a physical force, stripping Suguru bare. It snagged on the wedding ring, a fleeting shadow of something—annoyance? amusement?—crossing his features before it was gone. The message in his eyes was clear: If you didn’t want your wife fucked, you shouldn’t have let him out in that dress, expecting anyone to care about a petty, cheap ring.
Satoru moved with the lethal grace of a predator, closing the distance until he was in Suguru’s space, his hand gripping Suguru’s waist and pulling him close. His lips brushed the shell of Suguru’s ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. “Fuck, you are so beautiful… having fun?”
The words, shouted over the music, vibrated through Suguru’s entire body. A rush of slick, hot and treacherous, dampened his panties. He’d been absent from a man’s touch for so long, so pathetically starved, that this was enough to make him drip. A choked, breathy sound escaped him. “Uh.. uh I’m… doing good.”
Satoru pulled back, his fingers gripping Suguru’s chin and tilting his face up, forcing their eyes to meet. The alpha’s pupils were blown wide with lust. “Cat’s got your tongue, gorgeous? What’s your name?”
Suguru didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the thrumming music, or the sheer, overwhelming proximity of this man, but his brain had turned to static. “S-Suguru,” he stammered, his voice a pathetic, needy whimper.
“Suguru,” Satoru repeated, tasting the name. He leaned in again, his nose tracing the line of Suguru’s jaw, inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking incredible. Like warm vanilla and pure, desperate omega. I’m going to ruin you tonight.”
There was no question, no request. It was a statement of fact. And Suguru, the dutiful, neglected wife, the omega who had begged his beta husband not to do this, could only nod, a full-body shudder wracking his frame.
“My place isn’t far,” Satoru murmured, his hand sliding down to squeeze Suguru’s ass possessively.
But Suguru, drunk and reckless and suddenly, viciously wanting to defile every corner of the life his husband had rejected, shook his head. “No. My house. He’s out on another date. He won’t be back for hours.”
Satoru’s grin turned feral. “Even better. I’m going to fuck you in his bed, and you’re going to scream my name so loud the neighbors know what a good little slut you are for me.”
The ride to Suguru’s house was a blur of groping hands and searing kisses in the back of a cab. Satoru’s hand was up his dress, fingers teasing the soaked gusset of his panties, while Suguru moaned shamelessly into his mouth.
By the time they stumbled through the front door, Suguru was a trembling, dripping mess.
The moment the door clicked shut, Satoru was on him. He didn’t ask, he took. He spun Suguru around, pressing his chest against the cool wall of the hallway, and yanked the flimsy dress up over his hips. A feral growl rumbled in his chest when he saw the soaked lace underneath.
“Look at this. So fucking wet for me already. Your husband hasn’t touched this, has he? What a fucking idiot.”
He tore the panties off with one sharp rip, the ruined lace fluttering to the floor. “I can smell how neglected you are. Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fill this empty little cunt up so good you’ll forget you were ever married.”
Suguru whimpered, arching his back, presenting himself like the omega he was. “Please, Satoru… please…”
“Please what? Use your words, gorgeous. Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”
Satoru didn’t make him wait. He unzipped his jeans, freeing a cock that was brutally thick and long, the knot already starting to swell at the base. He ran the fat, leaking head through Suguru’s slick folds, teasing his aching hole, making the omega sob with frustration. Then, with one brutal, glorious thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
Suguru screamed. It was too much and not enough all at once. Satoru filled him so completely, stretching him in a way Takumi never could, hitting a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind his eyes.
Satoru didn’t give him time to adjust. He set a punishing pace, fucking him against the wall with deep, brutal strokes, one hand tangled in Suguru’s hair, yanking his head back, the other digging bruises into his hip.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it? A real alpha to fill this greedy, neglected cunt. Your beta husband couldn’t do this, could he? Couldn’t make you this wet, this desperate. Say it. Say you love my cock.”
“I love it! Fuck, Satoru, I love your cock!”
Suguru sobbed, the words torn from a place of pure, animalistic pleasure. He’d never been fucked like this, used like this, and the sheer depravity of it was sending him hurtling toward the edge.
“It’s so big… so deep… oh god, don’t stop!”
“I’m not stopping until I’ve pumped you full of my cum, baby. Until you’re dripping with it.” Satoru’s voice was a filthy rasp in his ear.
He angled his hips, hitting that spot again, and Suguru came with a scream, his inner walls clamping down on Satoru’s cock like a vice. Satoru groaned, fucking him through it, prolonging the orgasm until Suguru was a sobbing, overstimulated mess.
But Satoru wasn’t done. He pulled out, leaving Suguru empty and whimpering, and flipped him around. He lifted the omega easily, forcing Suguru’s legs around his waist, and carried him toward the stairs.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“Upstairs… first door on the left…”
Satoru took the stairs two at a time, his cock pressing against Suguru’s slick-soaked ass with every step. He kicked the bedroom door open and threw Suguru onto the marital bed, the silk sheets cool against his overheated skin.
Satoru loomed over him, stripping off his shirt to reveal a body that was all lean, corded muscle and pale, perfect skin. He looked like a god, and Suguru wanted to worship him.
“On your hands and knees,” Satoru commanded. “I want to watch my cock disappear into this pretty ass while you scream into his pillows.”
Suguru obeyed instantly, scrambling onto all fours, presenting his dripping, swollen cunt to the alpha. Satoru grabbed his hips and slammed back inside, making Suguru wail.
The new angle was deeper, more intense, and Satoru fucked him with a feral, animalistic rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Look at you,” Satoru grunted, one hand leaving Suguru’s hip to tangle in his hair again, pulling his head back so his spine arched beautifully.
“Taking my cock like you were made for it. Your husband is a fucking fool. This is what an omega is supposed to look like—ruined, desperate, stuffed full of alpha cock. You’re mine now, Suguru. Say it.”
“I’m yours! Satoru, I’m yours, I’m yours, please don’t stop!”
Satoru’s response was a guttural growl of pure, possessive satisfaction. He released Suguru’s hair only to bring his hand down on the omega’s ass with a sharp, stinging slap that made Suguru yelp and clench around his cock.
“Good boy. Such a good little omega for me. Now, I’m going to knot you right here, in his bed, and you’re going to take every single drop like the perfect little cumdump you are.”
He picked up his pace, fucking into Suguru with deep, brutal strokes that shook the entire bed frame. The headboard slammed against the wall in a rhythmic, obscene percussion. Suguru’s arms gave out, his face pressed into the pillows that still smelled faintly of his husband’s bland, beta scent.
The contrast was dizzying. Here, in the bed where he had slept untouched for years, he was being fucked within an inch of his life by an alpha who wanted him with a ferocity that was terrifying and exhilarating.
Satoru leaned over him, his chest pressing against Suguru’s back, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“You feel that? My knot is starting to swell. It’s going to lock us together, and I’m going to pump you so full of my cum it’ll be leaking out of you for days. Your husband will smell me on you for a week, and every time he does, he’ll know that his omega belongs to a real man now.”
Suguru could only moan in response, his mind blank, his body reduced to a vessel for pleasure.
He could feel it, the growing pressure at his entrance as Satoru’s knot began to inflate, stretching him even wider. It was too much, the pleasure bordering on pain, and he loved it. He pushed his hips back, desperate to take it all.
“Please, Satoru, please knot me. Fill me up. I need it. I need your knot.”
“Fuck, you beg so pretty,” Satoru groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic.
“Here it comes, baby. Take it. Take my fucking knot.”
With a final, brutal thrust, Satoru forced his swelling knot past Suguru’s stretched rim and locked them together. The sensation was overwhelming, a fullness so complete it stole the breath from Suguru’s lungs. He screamed into the pillow, his body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through him, triggered by the sheer, primal satisfaction of being knotted.
Satoru groaned long and low, his cock pulsing deep inside Suguru as he began to pump thick, hot ropes of alpha seed directly into his womb. Suguru could feel it, the warmth spreading through his core, marking him from the inside out.
Satoru collapsed onto his side, pulling Suguru with him so they were spooning, still locked together. He nuzzled into the back of Suguru’s neck, planting soft, almost tender kisses on the sweat-damp skin.
“You did so good, gorgeous. So fucking good. I’m not done with you yet, you know. Once my knot goes down, I’m going to flip you over and eat that pretty, filled-up cunt until you scream again.”
Suguru shivered, a broken, satisfied purr rumbling in his chest. He was utterly ruined, his body aching and leaking, and he had never felt more alive.
He was drifting in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, the world soft and distant, when the sound of a key in the front door shattered the silence.
Takumi’s date had been a disaster. The woman, a beta like himself, had spent the entire dinner checking her phone. She’d excused herself to the restroom halfway through and never came back.
He had sat there for twenty minutes like a fool before realizing he’d been ditched. The humiliation was a bitter pill, and all he wanted was to crawl into bed next to his omega and forget the whole miserable experiment.
The house was dark, but as he closed the front door, a sound drifted down the stairs. A rhythmic, repetitive thumping, and a high, keening cry.
His blood ran cold. It couldn’t be. Suguru never made sounds like that. He climbed the stairs on autopilot, his heart hammering against his ribs. The door to their bedroom was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dark hallway. The sounds were louder now, unmistakable. The wet, vulgar slap of flesh on flesh.
A deep, masculine grunt. And his omega, his Suguru, making noises he had never heard before—broken, ecstatic sobs of pleasure.
He leaned in, peering through the crack, and the world tilted on its axis.
The room smelled like a brothel.
The thick, musky scent of a strange alpha was overpowering, mixed with the sweet, cloying smell of omega slick and sex. Suguru was on his hands and knees in the center of their bed, his back arched, his beautiful face a mask of ecstatic agony.
A young, white-haired alpha was behind him, holding his hips in a bruising grip, pounding into him with a force that shook the entire bed frame.
Takumi could see everything—the way the alpha’s thick, glistening cock disappeared into his wife’s body, the way Suguru’s slick dripped down his thighs, the way the alpha’s knot was visibly locked deep inside him, stretching his rim obscenely.
“Oh, fuck, Satoru! Yes, yes, right there, please don’t stop!” Suguru was babbling, completely lost to the pleasure, his voice raw and hoarse.
He wasn’t the quiet, demure omega Takumi knew. He was a creature of pure, uninhibited lust, pushing his hips back to meet the alpha’s thrusts, his fingers clawing at the sheets.
Takumi couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.
He was frozen, a voyeur to his own cuckolding, his pathetic beta cock stirring traitorously in his pants at the sight.
Then, the alpha’s head snapped up.
Satoru’s eyes, sharp and impossibly blue, locked onto the crack in the door. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. He didn’t stop fucking Suguru. If anything, he fucked him harder, making the omega wail.
“Looks like we have an audience, baby,” Satoru drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. He pulled out of Suguru just enough for his half-deflated knot to slip free, a gush of milky white cum following it and dripping onto the sheets. Suguru whined at the loss, but Satoru shushed him, patting his ass. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up again. But first, let’s say hello to your husband.”
Satoru slid off the bed, completely naked and unashamed, his still-hard cock glistening with Suguru’s slick and his own cum. He strode to the door and pulled it wide open, revealing Takumi standing there, pale and trembling. Up close, the alpha was even more imposing, towering over Takumi’s smaller, slighter beta frame.
“Well, well,” Satoru said, looking Takumi up and down with undisguised disdain. “You must be the husband. The one who was stupid enough to let this perfect omega out of his sight.” He gestured back at the bed, where Suguru had rolled onto his back, his legs still spread, cum leaking out of his used hole. He looked utterly debauched, and he was looking at Takumi with an expression that was equal parts shame and vicious, defiant triumph.
Satoru leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “I’ve been taking very good care of your wife.
He’s been screaming my name all night. Has he ever screamed for you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “No, I didn’t think so. A beta like you could never satisfy an omega like him. He needs a real alpha’s knot. He needs to be fucked properly. And he fucking loves it.”
Suguru chose that moment to let out a soft, deliberate moan, his fingers trailing down his own stomach to play with his swollen, sensitive clit. “Satoru,” he whimpered, his eyes on his husband. “Come back to bed. I’m still so empty.”
Satoru laughed, a low, cruel sound. “See? He’s insatiable. Don’t worry, I’m not done with him yet.”
He turned his back on Takumi, dismissing him completely, and walked back to the bed. He climbed on top of Suguru, settling between his legs, and guided his cock back to the omega’s dripping, cum-filled entrance. “You want me to fuck you again, baby? Right here in front of your cuck husband?”
“Yes,” Suguru breathed, his eyes locked on Takumi’s horrified face. “Fuck me. Show him what a real man can do.”
Satoru didn’t need to be told twice. He slammed back inside, and Suguru cried out, his back arching off the bed. Satoru fucked him with deep, punishing strokes, the wet, squelching sounds of his cum being fucked back into Suguru’s body filling the room. He leaned down, capturing Suguru’s mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing his moans.
Takumi stood frozen in the doorway, forced to watch. Forced to watch his omega, his wife, get fucked to a state of bliss he had never been able to provide. Forced to watch the alpha’s knot start to swell again, locking them together for a second time.
Forced to listen to Suguru’s broken, ecstatic screams as he came again on another man’s cock. He was a cuckold in his own home, a pathetic, insignificant beta, and as Satoru finally pulled out and a river of another alpha’s seed gushed from his wife’s ruined hole, he knew, with a sickening, final certainty, that he had done this to himself.
And worse, far worse, was the look in Suguru’s eyes as he gazed past his alpha lover and directly at his husband—a look that said, clear as day, I’m never going back to you.