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Doyoung glanced once more at the name on the patient’s self assessment form before knocking on the door of the hospital room. He didn’t wait for a response, instead slowly pushing open the door and closing it behind him with a click.
“Jungwoo?” he asked, and the head peeking at him from above a pamphlet nodded, shiny hair bouncing against his forehead. “I’m Dr. Kim, your fertility specialist. I just came by to introduce myself and talk to you a little more about your treatment,” he explained with a smile. “Is that okay?”
Jungwoo nodded again, setting the flyer beside him on the bed and folding his hands over his stomach. Doyoung settled into a chair facing the bed, crossing his knees over each other and balancing his clipboard on his lap. He studied the form again briefly, though he knew exactly what it said.
Jungwoo was an ideal candidate for the procedure. He had admitted himself to the clinic at the ideal point in his cycle, the extensive imaging he’d undergone showed no irregularities, and he’d religiously followed the treatment plan that Doyoung formulated for him. He hadn’t had a chance to meet Jungwoo before with how backlogged the hospital had been recently, but he had read up on him through records of his examinations. Still, being in the same room with a patient always allowed him insights that couldn’t be discerned through hastily measured vitals.
“It seems like you’ve done a lot of research on your own,” Doyoung said, looking up at Jungwoo. “You’ve stayed on top of your supplements, taken tests at home, and you got an ultrasound earlier today, right?” he asked. Jungwoo nodded once again, fidgeting with his bedsheets and not meeting his eyes. Doyoung smiled softly. “A little nervous?” he asserted, quite accustomed to dealing with patients that were anxious to have the procedure done.
“Yeah, a little. I just never expected myself to end up here, even though it's what I want.” Jungwoo said, his tone indicating that he didn’t entirely believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “I haven’t told anyone else that I’m doing this. I mean, I haven’t even brought it up.”
Doyoung nodded. “So, you don’t have a partner? A lot of people come here as a last resort when they’re already aware of fertility issues on either side of their relationship. But you seem to be,” he paused and glanced down at the assessment briefly, “in very good health.” He chuckled, and Jungwoo flushed.
“Yeah, I don’t have an alpha or anything… I just want to do it myself.” he said quietly. Doyoung nodded quickly, hoping to assuage the shallowly suppressed fear that he felt radiating from the omega.
“That’s perfectly normal, Jungwoo. You’re in a good position to have this done, and I’m hopeful that everything will go well for you. Your chances are about as good as they can get--you’re an ideal candidate. For real.” he said, setting his clipboard to the side and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “We don’t have enough data to tell you exactly what your likelihood of conception is, especially through only one insemination, so I don’t want to get your hopes up too much, but try not to worry about it. If it doesn’t work this time around, you can come back and try again.” He finished, settling into an awkward silence while Jungwoo chewed on his lip, deep in thought.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it? I’ve read that it’s really easy,” he gestured to the pamphlet beside him, “but is that the case with everyone? I get pretty bad pain during ovulation.” he said. Doyoung paused for a moment, habitually looking down to Jungwoo’s waist. He shook his head slowly before looking back up to meet his eyes.
“No, you should be fine. It will only take a few minutes, and you’ll be able to go home tomorrow as long as your body doesn’t react adversely to the sample.” He paused and tilted his head slightly. “Well, you opted to get the gonadotropin injection tonight, right?” Jungwoo nodded in response. “It’s usually fine, but sometimes the treatment can cause a bit of abdominal pain. It’s rarely ever more than mild cramps, but if something goes wrong, we can always take care of it. That’s why we usually monitor patients overnight in preparation.” he assured him. “You can always call a nurse in, and I’ll be right down the hall.” Doyoung pointed in the direction of his office. Jungwoo sighed and smiled slightly.
“Okay. Can you,” he hesitated, “can you go over how it works again? I read about it online but I don’t know how accurate any of the information was.” He bit his lip and looked expectantly at Doyoung, who smiled and nodded.
“Of course,” he said. “We’ll call you into an exam room and have you change into a gown. You’ll get up onto a table, just like you did for your check-up earlier, and we’ll get the thawed sample ready. We’ll use a little tube to push the sample in, take it out again, and have you lay down for a little while. It will really only take about twenty minutes in all. I obviously haven’t had it done before,” the alpha said with a laugh, “but there’s no reason why it should hurt.”
“Ah, okay.” Jungwoo said, taking a deep breath and relaxing into the bed. Assuming that he would want some time alone to process his thoughts, Doyoung smiled and stood up.
“I’m excited for you.”
It was a little more than mild cramps.
Jungwoo rolled over for the umpteenth time, hissing through his teeth as another current of pain rippled through his abdomen. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but the patch of sky visible through the window of his room was now completely dark except for the haze of light pollution hanging in the air. He hadn’t managed to drift off before the tightness in his core began to get uncomfortable, and it had probably been hours since then. Something intangible had lodged itself between his heart and his ribcage, an anxious swell within his chest that refused to break.
He rubbed his stomach slowly, bringing his knees up to his chest in an attempt to ease the tension. He couldn’t pinpoint where the pain was coming from, so it was impossible to find a way to lay down comfortably. It was definitely just a side effect of the injection, as Dr. Kim had said. He rolled onto his stomach and groaned into his pillow in frustration.
As the pain washed over him again, he tried to remember why exactly he had wanted to get pregnant in the first place. He was only twenty-three, and he hardly felt like an adult at all. He figured there must’ve been some physiological urge within him to stick himself with pups so soon, because he couldn’t identify a single reason as to why he should want to at all. The idea of taking care of another individual all on his own wasn’t appealing, but he hadn’t been able to identify anyone that he’d be content raising a child with. So, he'd just singled out the donor from the clinic’s website that he found most attractive. He wouldn’t ever have to interact with them, and he had no obligation to think of him as a part of his pregnancy at all. Despite all his misgivings, he had somehow landed himself here, curled up on a hospital cot with fertility boosters trickling through his body.
He considered pressing the call button beside his bed, but the pain had subsided enough for him to convince himself that it was really nothing more than a bit of cramping. He guessed that he was probably just hyper-aware of the sensation from his concern about the insemination process as a whole. The aches would have been much more bearable if every pang that tore through the nerves of his abdomen didn’t feel like a sign of some deeper problem that would continue to worsen as long as he left it alone.
He thought about what the fertility specialist had said, how certain he was that Jungwoo was in ideal condition for the procedure. Was there anything that he had neglected to disclose to the doctor that would have changed his mind?
He had accidentally overdosed himself on suppressants during his most recent heat, could that at least have had a temporary impact on his body? All he had wanted was to ensure that he wouldn’t slip up and let an alpha have their way with him, especially since he had already decided to undergo a donor insemination by that point. Coupled with the delirium of heat, his conscious urge to become pregnant would make him much more likely to cave. The suppressants had been very effective on that front, but only because Jungwoo was too busy hiding in his apartment, doubled over with nausea and chills, for the idea of sex to even cross his mind.
He felt as though he had fully recovered since then, and there wasn’t any point during his consultations where it had come up in conversation with the nurses he’d met with; he'd assumed that it wouldn’t be relevant, so it mostly slipped his mind. But as the pain below his stomach briefly gave way to the sudden urge to vomit, he was forcefully reminded of the experience. The nurse call button was looking more and more appealing by the minute, but he didn’t like the idea of someone running in to needlessly measure his blood-oxygen content when all he wanted was a toilet to kneel in front of.
He rolled onto his other side and tried to ignore the pain.
Doyoung really should have gone home for the night.
The slowly depleting pile of paper on the desk beside him was the last of his work, though, and he’d be able to take time off the next day as soon as he got through his appointments. The paperwork could wait for a few days, but he didn’t expect to be capable of getting through it in time if he took it home to work on it. Not to mention he was still feeling fine. For the most part.
Regardless, he really should have gone home.
He was working himself far into overtime. He had planned to do so, as he always crammed before taking leave for his rut. He had accumulated a sizable stack of paperwork over the preceding days, and the downtime he had that afternoon after completing his rounds quickly became a tireless marathon of poring over patients’ medical data and filing legal documents. The afternoon slipped into evening, and evening into night.
Doyoung had known that his rut was fast approaching, astutely aware as he was of his own body. He always had ample warning before he knew he had to distance himself from the clinic, and a heavy dose of suppressants could get him through the final hours of the work day if needed. He was a little surprised by how quickly it had escalated this time, though. The afternoon arrived with an almost inaudible buzzing in his ears, and by the time the light filtering through the blinds of his office had turned orange he could clearly hear the rushing of his own blood. He drank a few glasses of water and turned the thermostat down a couple of degrees. The slight haze seeping into his brain was almost indistinguishable from the onset of a headache or exhaustion, so it wasn’t until a few hours later that he realized how far gone he was.
The extended period of mind numbing focus had distracted him enough to ignore it, but the problem beneath his desk made itself known as soon as he set aside the lengthy packet he’d been working on. He looked down in mild surprise, confused as to how he hadn’t noticed it sooner.
It was to be expected. He hadn’t taken suppressants that morning, because he didn’t really think he'd need to. He was alone now, after all, and he’d be able to deal with his problem as many times as he needed when he got home. He relaxed a little at the thought, confident that he had something to look forward to after finishing the last few items piled on his desk.
It was still bad practice for a sexually frustrated alpha to hang around in a ward full of omegas, especially those who were there for the sole purpose of insemination. Doyoung shook his head in annoyance at his mistake, yet didn’t deem it worth rectifying at the moment. Working during a rut was incredibly difficult, and he didn’t want to leave anything unfinished. The stress of knowing that he hadn’t done his job would make him even more volatile, and he didn’t want to give himself a reason to think about his patients while in such an animalistic state.
He gritted his teeth and unsuccessfully willed the blood in his body to redirect itself to his brain. Skimming through the next set of papers was the best he could do while trying not to palm himself, his fingernails leaving dimpled crescents on the margins of each page in his attempt to keep his hands busy. The pen that he had picked up to add his signature quickly made its way to his mouth instead, Doyoung subconsciously chewing on the end as he stared unseeingly down at the paper. His mind had started to wander, his attention quickly departing from the prescription he had meant to sign off on.
A tentative knock sounded through the office, cracking through Doyoung’s dazed silence and causing him to start. The doctor glanced down to his lap and winced, once again scolding himself for being so careless. He placed the paper down and rolled his chair a little further under the desk
“Yes?” he called out weakly, trying to stay quiet so as not to disturb the other patients. The door clicked open and a pair of wide eyes peered at him from the hallway. Doyoung nodded, silently inviting the patient into his office. He looked up and recognized the intruder as one of the omegas he had met with earlier that day. Jungwoo was taller than he had expected, and he felt a little awkward sitting down several feet below his height.
Almost as soon as he recognized him, he could tell why Jungwoo had come to his office. His appearance belied the rosy bill of health that Doyoung had given him earlier, and he shrunk in on himself in a way that seemed to put the least amount of pressure on his core. The hair that had jiggled around his head when he moved was now messy, the tips of his bangs clinging to his forehead with perspiration.
Doyoung had hoped to quickly turn him away, but seeing his patient in pain made that difficult to do. He fought the urge to stand up, the tightness of his pants making it obvious that the omega's visit had already made his boner worse.
Jungwoo stood awkwardly just inside the office, seeming even more nervous than he had during their last encounter. Doyoung really didn’t want to have to deal with him right then, but he had promised to be available if anything went wrong, so he braced himself and flicked his hand in the direction of the plain couch along the side of his office. Jungwoo closed the door and timidly settled onto the sofa.
Doyoung frowned slightly with concern. “Is there a problem?” he asked, trying to appear as calm as possible. His patient nodded distractedly.
“I don’t know if it’s supposed to be like this,” he began, pausing to draw in a sharp breath. “I only felt cramps for a while, but it got worse and I couldn’t sleep.”
Doyoung opened his mouth to speak, but Jungwoo continued. “I was just going to sit through it, you know? But then I started feeling really nauseous,” he said. “And it kept getting worse. I just,” he paused to scratch his head. “I don't feel right.” he said, squeezing his hands around his thighs. Jungwoo hated how childish he sounded, but he would rather be safe than sorry, especially considering it was the doctor’s job to deal with people like him.
Doyoung tapped the end of the pen absentmindedly on the desk as he looked at Jungwoo with glazed eyes. Scanning his body with feigned disinterest, he sat up a little and nodded. “I don’t want to invalidate you or anything,” he said, “but it’s probably just a normal reaction to the drug. It’s kind of similar to your pain during ovulation, right?” he asked, hoping to avoid putting himself in a situation where he'd have to examine him too closely.
Jungwoo thought for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, a little. It’s usually just on one side though.” He blushed a little, unaccustomed to talking personally about his body with an alpha. “It hurts more than you think,” he said timidly.
Doyoung’s face fell. The opposing sides of his brain ripped each other apart, torn between the urge to comfort Jungwoo and the practical part of his mind that knew he should keep his distance. He hesitated before wrapping his coat around his midsection and standing up, hoping that the omega wouldn’t notice the phenotypical symptoms of his oncoming rut. He risked walking over to the couch and placed his hand lightly on Jungwoo’s shoulder. Their proximity was making his condition worse--his fingers rested just above the scent glands at the base of his neck, and the way his hand brushed briefly against the other’s skin was enough to make him dizzy--but he gritted his teeth and composed himself. “I know I can’t really understand,” he said, “but try to trust me.”
Doyoung’s voice dropped to a hush as he squeezed Jungwoo’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”
He stepped into the hallway and sighed with relief as he leaned back against the door to catch his breath. He had told Jungwoo that he was getting him something to help with the pain, and he was, but he really just needed an excuse to get away from him. It was hard enough to stifle his hormones as it was, and any unmarked omega would have set him off. But this… loathe though he was to admit it, his patient was attractive. Maybe it was the rut talking, but Jungwoo was attractive. He hadn’t paid much attention to him while doing his rounds, but seeing him outside the context of a sterile hospital room painted him in a different light.
Doyoung retrieved a heating pad from a cabinet near the break room and held it conveniently in front of himself as he made his way to the microwave. He set the pack inside and dialed in a few minutes with a series of painfully loud beeps. A low hum followed him as he crossed the room to the water cooler and filled a paper cup. He downed it quickly and refilled it, hoping to cool his body down a little. It had gotten easier to breathe outside the confines of his omega-filled office, but he still felt his skin burn with blood as it rushed away from his overheating core.
His boner had gone down slightly since he’d left, but he knew that it was a temporary fix. His rut had already been expedited by Jungwoo’s arrival, and as the night progressed he would only continue to settle deeper into the feeling. He tried to think of a solution, of a way to get rid of Jungwoo, but ruminating on the omega’s reliance on him only served to get him more worked up.
Doyoung wasn’t particularly attached to him, but he still felt obligated to treat him before brushing him off. There was most likely nothing to worry about, especially considering his history of similar episodes, but that didn’t necessarily make the pain any less real. Even through his hormone-addled mind, he had practically felt the unease emanating from Jungwoo. Maybe, he thought, the onset of his rut had actually made him more sensitive to the other’s discomfort. He tried to remember if he had read anything about that, but he was both too tired and overwhelmed to come to a conclusion.
The infernal beeping of the microwave sounded through the break room again, and Doyoung pushed himself away from the counter to retrieve the heating pad. He drank one last cupful of water and filled up another to bring back to Jungwoo before stepping back out into the hallway.
The pad was uncomfortably hot against his already feverish skin. He held it away from his body as far as he could without looking unnatural, well aware of the fact that this left his hard-on clearly visible. He was torn between wanting to prolong his stroll to stay away from Jungwoo and wanting to return to the safety of his desk as quickly as possible.
Doyoung opted to hopefully get the encounter over with sooner rather than later, power-walking in a way that would have looked suspicious had anyone else been in the hallway to see him. He reached the door sooner than he would have liked to, knocked as well as he could with his hands full, and steeled himself before entering the room.
Jungwoo was sitting exactly where he’d left him. He started when he heard the door open, his head snapping up from where it had lolled to the side. Doyoung smiled softly, happy that he had felt comfortable enough to doze off while he was gone. He set the paper cup down on the small table beside the couch and quickly pulled his coat back around himself.
Jungwoo sat still as he approached, watching silently as Doyoung unfolded the warm pad and leaned down to set it across his waist. He gasped slightly as the heat passed through his shirt to his skin. It felt a little too hot, but he only adjusted it slightly over his stomach as Doyoung settled back into his desk chair with a sigh. The temperature quickly became comfortable, sinking deeper into his body as he relaxed into the cushions. He thanked the doctor, who just smiled at him briefly before looking down to study a document on his desk.
Doyoung had looked down alright, but definitively not at any of the long forgotten papers scattered across his desk. As expected, his problem had grown again since he'd entered the room.
He was relieved to have successfully returned to his desk without unintentionally harassing anyone, namely Jungwoo, on his way. The unfortunate thing about his office, however, was that it had become drenched in the omega’s scent during the short period of Doyoung's absence.
He wasn’t usually affected by pheromones, as they were mostly unnoticeable until a heat came around; even then, he had no reason to be bothered by them after years of specializing in omega physiology.
It was different during his own flare-ups, though. Alpha doctors were somewhat rare in his line of work, generally opting for other areas of medicine where they felt more welcome. It wasn’t unheard of, they just had to take extra measures for safety. The situation in which Doyoung had landed himself was exactly what he had meant to avoid, and the urges intruding his consciousness were a testament to why.
Doyoung tried to make himself look busy, hoping that Jungwoo would take the hint and leave him alone. Part of him felt bad for being insensitive, though he was well aware that what he was feeling was definitely not annoyance and that he didn’t really want Jungwoo to go. He had his patient’s best interests at heart, and his self preservation instinct reminded Doyoung that he didn’t particularly want to lose his medical license or land himself in prison.
He felt rather than heard Jungwoo’s breathing pattern change. He had almost succeeded in convincing himself that he was alone in the office until the soft breaths against which he’d subconsciously measured his own fell into a shallow and uneven rhythm.
He tried not to look, he really did, but he couldn’t stop himself from peeking up from the word he’d been rereading for the past few minutes to look at Jungwoo. His head was laid back against the top of the cushion, his eyes closed and his lip between his teeth. Doyoung looked down to where he was holding the heat pack against his stomach, white knuckled fingers scratching against the heavy cloth as it rose and fell in time with his ragged breaths.
He tried not to look, he really did, but his eyes slid up to the exposed ridge of Jungwoo’s shoulder where the collar of his too-big sleep shirt dipped to the side. In the warm lamplight, he could see the flutter of an artery pulsing evenly beneath the skin of his slender neck. It was unbearable.
Was he supposed to say something, he wondered? They had been sitting in a silence that seemed impenetrable, but he felt obligated to check in upon noticing that the pain had returned.
“Are you alright, Jungwoo?” he asked tentatively, forcing his gaze away from the omega's skin to his eyes as they cracked open.
He nodded weakly, wincing as he straightened up. "I feel a little better," he said, "but everything's so tense." A slight frown distorted his features as he peeled the heat pad from his waist, seeing that it had left a wet patch on the front of his shirt while it cooled. He dragged the damp cloth up his stomach a little and laid the pack against his bare skin where its warmth could diffuse into his body without the hindrance of insulation provided by his clothes.
The protrusion of his hips was barely visible above his waistband, and the chink of skin left exposed as his shirt had ridden up his sides tingled with goosebumps. The pale sliver of the omega’s flat tummy that had been uncovered was flooding Doyoung's eyes with fantasies. He couldn't shake the images forming in his head...the way he could make Jungwoo swell taut against his shirt, the white cotton stretched to accommodate his distended midsection. The faint contours of his abs would smooth out as the months went by, and the rest of his body would shift to accommodate the life growing within his heavily pregnant belly. The thought caused Doyoung's cock to leak with precum, a faint wet patch growing in his underwear as his alpha reared in his chest.
It felt immoral to make the assumption that Doyoung did, especially when he recognized that it was almost definitely not the case, but he really couldn’t see how Jungwoo wasn’t aware of what he was doing to him. It seemed as though he was blatantly trying to drive him crazy, from the way his fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt to the soft breaths that parted his lips. Each of his restless movements further clouded Doyoung’s mind, drawing his attention in circles around the omega's vulnerability.
“Is there anything else you need?” he asked, fighting to keep the growl in his chest hidden beneath his voice. “It’s getting late,” he said pointedly, glancing at the clock above the door with no intention of reading it. He looked back at Jungwoo with something just short of a glare boiling up into his eyes. He grimaced a little at how rude he sounded, trying to counter his tone with a poor mimicry of a smile. The flash of conflicting emotions across his face only resulted in making him appear a little deranged. “You should get back to bed.”
Jungwoo looked down to hide the embarrassment spreading across his face, his fingers tangling nervously together in his lap. “Oh,” he managed. “I don't think there's anything else, as long as you’re sure there’s nothing seriously wrong…” he said, biting his lip and failing to meet his eyes.
Doyoung nodded firmly. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. As long as all you’re feeling is tension, there’s nothing to worry about.” he said. It was honestly possible that there was a deeper issue at play, but at that moment the most imminent threat to Jungwoo was sitting a few feet away from him.
“I guess I can try, then,” he responded. “To fall asleep, I mean.” He hesitantly pushed himself to his feet, seeming a little disoriented. Doyoung sighed in obvious relief as the omega stood up to leave. Words stuck in Jungwoo’s throat as he tried to push them out through his agitation. “I’m really sorry for bothering you. You seem pretty busy and I should have just called in a nurse--” he rambled, turning his back to the desk as he searched for somewhere to put down the heat pack he had borrowed.
Doyoung bit his lip in an attempt to once again suppress the urge to comfort Jungwoo. He was finally getting rid of him, and he had no obligation to coddle the omega when his only responsibility was to stuff him full of someone else’s cum. But the urge remained.
“It’s not that I’m too busy for you, Jungwoo,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut at the realization that he had just squandered away his best (and only) excuse. “It’s just really not a good time for this.” he said, pausing and drumming his fingers against the desk as he carefully chose his next words. He didn’t really have to explain what was going on, but he didn’t think that continuing to lie about it would be any less uncomfortable than just telling Jungwoo the truth. He sighed. “I'm going into rut.”
Jungwoo froze at his words, having just straightened up from setting the pad down on the couch. Doyoung hadn’t expected him to say anything, but he also hadn’t really planned his monologue any further. He panicked as the silence stretched on for a couple of seconds, waiting for some sort of reaction. How had that come as a surprise to Jungwoo? He really thought it would have been obvious to him.
He finally turned back to face Doyoung and took a few small steps away. Well, he was finally moving in the right direction. He didn’t like that Jungwoo was looking at him, though, and his cheeks grew progressively more pink under the omega’s close observation. He rested his elbows on the desk and folded his hands together in front of his mouth to hide his bitten lips as his tongue darted out to wet them. The nervous way Jungwoo stood in front of him was frustrating; he felt the need to do something, whether it be to drag him down the hallway to his hospital room or to shove him to his knees and fuck his throat until he cried. Either way, his lack of response was infuriating.
“Get out,” he said. “Please.” He looked up in exasperation as the other made no motions to leave. “I’m not on suppressants and I can’t fucking focus with you here.” he said. Jungwoo looked down as though to deflect the alpha’s eyes. He winced at Doyoung’s tone but otherwise stood unmoving on the spot, staying impossibly still in the center of the office as though he hoped to somehow disappear into the wall where the alpha couldn’t see him anymore.
Doyoung sighed in exasperation, pushing himself abruptly to his feet and making his way around the desk to escort Jungwoo out of the office. He was beyond the point of caring about how hard he had become, and Jungwoo seemed too petrified to notice anyway. Doyoung took hold of his wrist, fingers pressing deep into the underside of his forearm. Jungwoo let himself be pulled around to face the door, but didn’t follow Doyoung when the grip on his arm tightened. Doyoung looked at the omega with disdain, unsure as to how his self preservation instincts could be so weak.
“You know how alphas change during their rut, don’t you?” he asked, a thread of condescension creeping into his voice. “How we change around omegas?” he said, searching for Jungwoo's eyes beneath the cage of dark hair obscuring them. He felt the muscles of Jungwoo’s arm flex against the hand that constrained them, a series of tendons rolling beneath his fingers as the omega curled his hand into a fist. Jungwoo pulled his arm back down to his side, drawing Doyoung closer by the hand that still wrapped around Jungwoo's wrist.
He had opened his mouth to berate Jungwoo, but the words slipped his mind as an unfamiliar weight settled onto his shoulder. With it came the sensation of hair brushing against his cheek and the dewy warmth of breath on his skin. He blinked in surprise, Jungwoo’s arm falling from his grasp as his body tensed involuntarily. His hand dropped away, but another slid against his to catch it before Doyoung had a chance to move. He stood awkwardly as the other clung to him with his face hidden in the crook of his neck. Jungwoo mumbled listlessly into Doyoung’s shoulder, his words too muffled to make out.
Doyoung pushed him away, holding him at arm's length and squinting in confusion. He was too caught off guard to remember to be irritated. The trace of Jungwoo’s scent that lingered on his cheek had attracted a rush of blood that began to blossom beneath the surface of his skin, spreading across his nose and pooling in twin circles on his flushed face. His entire body felt uncomfortably hot, and he struggled to keep his eyes fully open as his gaze landed on Jungwoo’s lips.
Jungwoo hung his head, leaning as closely to Doyoung as he could with his shoulders restrained. He sighed quietly, his body shaking slightly as he exhaled. His eyes fluttered shut as he drew in deep breaths of the alpha’s scent, the tremors in his body subsiding.
“What are you doing?” Doyoung hissed through his teeth, maintaining the distance provided by his extended arms.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Jungwoo murmured, swaying a little on his feet. The pain in his lower abdomen had indeed subsided, the sharp aches above his hips dissipating into the perfumed air of the office. Doyoung’s body heat, tinted with incense and musk, had permeated Jungwoo’s body with warmth. It was as though the magnetizing scent had seeped through his skin to the deepest part of him, forcing its way into his stomach and soothing every nerve in his body. “You smell nice, alpha, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Jungwoo shrugged off the hands on his shoulders and stepped forward, replacing his head on Doyoung’s shoulder. He instinctively sought out the scent glands at the base of the alpha’s neck, closing his eyes as he laid his cheek against the spot. He was content just standing there, motionless except for the rise and fall of his chest and the unintentional slide of his lips against Doyoung’s skin as the alpha tipped his head back slightly. Jungwoo was oblivious to the intimacy of the touch, his body innocently seeking refuge in Doyoung’s closeness.
The contact was not lost on Doyoung--he couldn’t help but to gasp softly as he felt Jungwoo’s mouth on his neck. The fact that he had zeroed in on that one spot in particular was causing all sorts of problems, and Doyoung couldn’t help but chase the impossibly light pressure of Jungwoo’s lips. The sensitivity of his neck made him feel incredibly exposed, his skin erupting in goosebumps as it tried simultaneously to shy away from the touch and to lean into it.
He wasn’t sure why or how Jungwoo was behaving in such a way. Doyoung was practically a stranger to him, and the omega clearly wasn’t in heat. He may have been tired, may have seen the doctor as a source of safety, but the way he began to absentmindedly suck at Doyoung’s skin indicated that he understood that the implications of what was happening went beyond the reach of a doctor's relationship with a patient.
It was this that gave Doyoung the confidence to succumb to the desire welling up in his chest, the aggression that he had suppressed so fervently sending a shockwave of impatience through his body as it burst. He wound a handful of Jungwoo’s hair between his fingers and pulled his head off of his shoulder once again. Jungwoo looked at him with a flicker of fear as he was forced down to Doyoung’s eye level.
The hand that was tightly twisted into his hair pulled him closer as another returned to circle his wrist. The little strength Jungwoo had left in his body melted away as the alpha took control of him. His skin mourned the loss of gentle contact with Doyoung’s, but the ease with which he surrendered entirely to the other was somehow equally comforting. Relief washed over him as something within his mind snapped, something that had been holding onto the illusion that he wanted any control of his body at all. As the pieces fell away, so did Jungwoo’s urge to do anything other than submit to the alpha.
His heart rate picked up at the realization that he had found someone who could plant within him the intangible “something” that his body had felt incomplete without for as long as he could remember. He knew very well what a rut did to someone, and the taste of Doyoung’s scent on the air was enough to make Jungwoo aware of the fact that he didn’t really care what happened to him in that office. He was surprised that he hadn’t picked up on Doyoung’s rut before he was told, but the word had incited something in him that took precedence over everything else as soon as it slipped from the alpha’s mouth. Rut.
Doyoung’s eyes flickered between Jungwoo’s, trying to read the intentions hidden just beneath the surface of his dark irises. They were soft around the edges, he noticed, the deep brown around his pupils fading naturally into the whites of his eyes with the sticky translucence of tapioca pearls. Jungwoo’s lashes rested against his cheeks as Doyoung's hand raked through his hair, tugging at the sensitive strands at the crown of his head. His lips parted with an involuntary gasp as a spark of pain shot through his scalp. His eyes remained closed as the fingers around his wrist trailed down the back of his hand to tangle with his own, the alpha's digits slotting between Jungwoo's in a subtle display of reassurance.
Doyoung closed the distance between them, his hand sliding down Jungwoo's neck to pull him closer as his head tilted to the side. He closed his eyes, hesitating with his face just inches from the other's before ghosting his lips across Jungwoo's. His tongue then easily slipped into the omega's barely open mouth, licking along his soft pink skin as he sealed his lips around Jungwoo's.
The chastity of the kiss was short lived, done away with by Doyoung's desperation. Tentative licks gave way to the metallic taste of teeth sinking into plush lips, soft whimpers leaving Jungwoo's mouth under Doyoung's bruising ministrations. They fed on each other hungrily with a glossy layer of shared saliva mixing between their lips. Each reluctant breath punctuating the gasps of their suffocating kisses was cut short by the other's impatience, neither letting their mouths disconnect for more than a second at a time.
Jungwoo squeezed Doyoung’s fingers, lacing them more tightly together as though scared that the alpha would bolt. He received more than he gave, mimicking the movements of Doyoung’s lips without pushing any farther. He eagerly matched the alpha’s fervency, though, welcoming every bite and nip as he licked into Doyoung’s mouth. He was desperate to please him, not wanting to risk messing up and losing his chance with the alpha. Jungwoo was so close to getting what he needed, and the fear of being suddenly pushed away had him digging his nails into the spaces between Doyoung’s knuckles.
The thigh that Doyoung pressed between Jungwoo's legs flexed repeatedly, the material of his slacks sliding against the omega’s clothed cock as the muscles of his leg tensed. Something hard bumped against Jungwoo’s hip, something that had him tingling with excitement. He pushed up against it, trapping the alpha’s hard-on between their bodies. Doyoung groaned in response, his hands breaking away to grab the omega’s ass and pull his hips flush against his own. He detached his lips from Jungwoo’s, dropping his head into the crook of his neck as he grinded against him.
Doyoung mouthed at Jungwoo’s skin, pressing rough kisses to the slope of his shoulder as he continued rubbing against him. He sighed impatiently, unable to create enough friction to pleasure himself in the way that he craved. Nothing brought him close enough to Jungwoo; even the skin on their bones forced too much distance between them. He needed to get under his skin, and he would become more unsatisfied with every second that he wasn’t filling up Jungwoo’s insides.
He forced Jungwoo backwards, pushing him until he bumped against Doyoung’s desk. Jungwoo’s knees gave out as he was lifted partway onto the desk, the edge cutting into his ass. Doyoung froze, his hands on Jungwoo’s thighs, and swore. He peeked behind the omega and grimaced, sighing as he pulled away.
“What is it?” Jungwoo asked, his voice shaking. Not a single part of his body was connected to Doyoung’s, not even through clothes, and it was horrible. His heart dropped as the alpha began to walk away, turning his back to Jungwoo and briskly dragging his fingertips along the surface of the desk.
“Shit, one second.” Doyoung said, evidently annoyed. Jungwoo watched with furrowed brows as he crossed to the other side of his desk and reached for a stack of papers that laid in front of his chair. He really felt like he had done something wrong, but Doyoung seemed to be ignoring him entirely, which was almost worse. He frowned as the alpha swept his documents into a messy pile and looked around the office, his eyes passing over Jungwoo entirely.
Doyoung maintained a surprising degree of focus as he went about clearing off his desk. Even in his rut he recognized the importance of doing his job well, and taking a few agonizing moments to move his papers off of the desk where he planned on obliterating an omega seemed like the right thing to do. To him, though, the breach of professionalism that he was about to make by fucking his patient was a necessary evil. Jungwoo was there to get pregnant, was he not? From where Doyoung was standing, receiving a free load from his doctor the night before his insemination seemed like a bonus.
Jungwoo laughed nervously when he realized what Doyoung was doing. It was an injustice that the alpha had stopped touching him, but the frustrated little sounds that he made as he stuffed papers into a filing cabinet were (almost) endearing enough to make the distance worth it. He watched as Doyoung finally slid his laptop into a drawer and made his way back around the desk.
The heat of the moment had dissipated, and the lost momentum made the reunion of their bodies a little awkward. They had both been reminded of what exactly they were doing, their status as doctor and patient settling between them once again. Doyoung’s hands returned to Jungwoo’s thighs, kneading the soft insides as he lifted the omega once again onto the edge of the desk. Doyoung nestled in the space between his legs and slid his hands up towards Jungwoo’s hips, his fingertips slipping under his sleep shorts as his palms pressed against the smooth skin beneath. He continued to run his hands along Jungwoo's body, massaging his thighs and hiking the cloth up his skin with every slow stroke. He reached the juncture between his hips and his upper legs and slid his thumbs across the crease where they met. He rubbed small circles into the soft spots beneath his hip bones, his other fingers splayed along the sides of his pelvis.
Jungwoo squeezed his knees against Doyoung’s sides, his legs crossing behind the alpha to ensure that he didn’t go anywhere. He slid Doyoung’s white coat off of his shoulders, prompting him to slip his hands out from under Jungwoo’s shorts to remove it. He pressed his crotch more firmly against the omega’s as he discarded his clothes, ensuring that the two stayed together while his upper body pulled away. His hands shook as he struggled to fit the buttons of his shirt through their eyelets. The plain blue cloth parted to reveal a sliver of Doyoung’s chest, more and more being exposed every time he managed to get his fingers under control. He quickly pulled his arms out of the sleeves and balled his shirt up before tossing it onto the couch.
Jungwoo’s lips parted as he admired Doyoung’s upper body. Defined collarbones stretched from the hollow of his neck to the crest of his shoulders, meeting with the soft curve of his slender arms as they folded against his sides. His slim waist gracefully widened out to his chest, the contours of his ribs faintly visible beneath his pecs. The surface of his peachy skin was painted with perfect details, the pink buds of his nipples peaking in response to the exposed air. His barely-there abs rose perfectly along his stomach, a set of toned curves that lined the soft indentation running from his belly button to his sternum. Veins rippled in Doyoung’s forearms as they crossed over his chest, shifting beneath his skin with every twitch of his fingers as he removed his watch.
He pulled Jungwoo’s hips closer from where they’d shifted up the desk and circled his arms around his waist. Jungwoo arched up against his chest, holding the alpha’s head in his hands and compliantly slotting their lips together. Doyoung hooked his fingers under the hem of Jungwoo’s shirt and lifted it up his back. Their lips parted to allow his shirt to pass over his head, his arms raising into the air to let Doyoung pull the garment off of him. An insidious smile tugged at the alpha’s lips as his hands trailed down Jungwoo’s sides. He reverently drank in the pale expanse of the omega’s skin, tracing his delicate ribs with prying fingers as the heart beneath raced dangerously fast.
A firm push to his sternum had Jungwoo laying back against the desk, watching through his eyelashes as Doyoung rubbed slow circles into his stomach. He tried to regulate his breathing, forcing the rise and fall of his chest to even out. It seemed like Doyoung had completely forgotten about the rest of him, his hands curiously exploring Jungwoo’s tummy as he stood transfixed. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he was examined. Doyoung had to have seen hundreds of patients, putting on his white coat every day to see them laid out in the way that Jungwoo now was before him. But the fingers that dimpled his skin seemed wholly unfamiliar with the soft curve of his unassuming stomach. He wondered if Doyoung had ever been with a patient like this before.
He wasn’t sure why the thought of Doyoung being with anyone else incited such jealousy in him. He was an adult, after all, a successful and attractive one at that. He probably had no shortage of omegas lining up to take him. Even if he’d never crossed the line with a patient, he would have been with plenty of people before Jungwoo. Something about that rubbed him entirely the wrong way. It wasn’t any of his business what Doyoung did, but the tangent pummeled his chest with anxiety. Additionally, he hadn’t even gotten any confirmation of the doctor’s availability. He could have just been too desperately worked up to care about which omega he stuck it in. Jungwoo had never been intimate with an alpha in rut, so he wasn’t entirely sure just how much it affected them.
“Um,” Jungwoo said. Doyoung’s hands stilled and he quickly looked up to meet his eyes. He fidgeted, not sure he liked the alpha staring at his face any more than his stomach. “Can I just ask,” he continued in a small voice, “is this...the first time you’ve done this?”
Doyoung’s lips parted as he considered what he had said. “Like, with a patient, you mean?” he asked, resuming his soft kneading of Jungwoo’s skin.
“Yeah,” Jungwoo said. “With a patient.” He hesitated before stopping one of Doyoung’s hands with his own. “And...you’re not mated, are you?” he asked, biting his lip and tensing up in fear of his reply.
Doyoung surprised him by smiling widely. “Is that what you were worried about?” he asked, his thumb stroking the side of Jungwoo’s hand where it rested over his own. His smile widened upon seeing Jungwoo’s head nod imperceptibly. “What do you think, Jungwoo?” he said, his lips pressing together in a smirk.
“Who says I was worried?” Jungwoo said worriedly. “And I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”
“I could tell. You had this dumb little pout on your face, it was so cute.” Doyoung teased, suppressing the impatience that coated his tongue. He could spot an insecure omega on his least receptive of days, and his heightened sensitivity had instantly picked apart the tiny flutter of tension beneath Jungwoo’s skin before the questions had even fully formed in his brain. Luckily enough, handling insecure omegas was his job. The relief of having a target for his rut lined up directly against his dick had surprisingly cleared his head a lot, his body having graciously given him a moment to deal with Jungwoo’s questions before insisting on getting down to business.
“Yes, and no.” he said simply. He could practically see the cogs working in Jungwoo’s desire-addled head as he tried to remember his exact phrasing. He held Jungwoo’s hand to his mouth and kissed it while the omega laid his forearm over his eyes to think. Doyoung smiled again.
“Yes, it’s my first time with a patient,” he said. “And I wouldn’t lock myself in my office during a perfectly good rut if I had someone to fuck, would I?”
Jungwoo lifted his arm to peek at Doyoung, checking his face for sincerity before closing his eyes again. “But you have someone to fuck now, and you're still locked up in your office.” he said, a relieved smile fighting its way onto his face. A thought struck him, and he abruptly lifted his head to look at Doyoung. “You did lock the door, didn’t you?” he asked with wide eyes.
Doyoung had not, in fact, locked the door, a mistake that he quickly rectified. He used his trip across the office as an excuse to rid himself of a few more items of clothing, figuring that if he had to be away from Jungwoo, he might as well get it all out of the way.
Jungwoo laughed breathily as he let his head fall back against the desk. He reached down to tug his shorts off before he could convince himself to be embarrassed about it, the fact that Doyoung was an omega doctor doing wonders for his shyness. He kicked off the uncomfortable socks that he’d been given to wear around the hospital, the grippy pads along the bottom seeming unnecessary considering that he didn’t yet have a watermelon-sized belly to crush beneath him if he tripped.
Doyoung was back between his legs before he knew it, his thighs now bare against Jungwoo’s. He sucked in a sharp breath as the alpha’s cock brushed against his own, his cheeks burning as he noticed the size difference between them. He knew that his was absolutely useless and completely normal for an omega, but that didn’t really help as he lay there, Doyoung’s hand lazily stroking them off together.
The alpha evidently did not care at all; if anything, the sight of his cock lined up against Jungwoo’s smaller one made his hand speed up in desperation. His mouth fell open, soft groans spilling from his lips with every ragged breath he let out. His hips stuttered against the desk as Jungwoo’s legs twitched around him, his knees digging into Doyoung’s sides in an attempt to stop himself from wiggling around too much.
Doyoung was more than happy to help. He slid his fingers up Jungwoo’s length one last time before moving his hands to the omega’s hips, holding them down as he rutted against him. His fingers pressed bruisingly into the hollows of Jungwoo’s waist, drawing a whimper from his lips that Doyoung quickly silenced with a kiss.
Jungwoo wrapped his arms around the alpha's shoulders, pulling him down against his chest. He ran his hands through Doyoung's hair, gently twisting the soft locs between his fingers as they kissed. The silky black strands that spilled across his knuckles like ink slid continuously out of his grasp, each tendril of hair looping into shapes against his skin as it passed between his fingers. Doyoung moaned softly, the sound drawn equally from the drag of his cock along Jungwoo's hip and from the delicate hands working against his scalp. The nurturing touch coupled with the friction between their legs was everything.
Jungwoo continued to play with Doyoung's hair, tugging sections indiscriminately. His thighs shook as they tightened around his waist. A whine forced itself from his throat, and a nagging pressure in his crotch wouldn't leave him alone. The feeling of Doyoung's erection against own had gone from pleasurable to frustrating in a matter of seconds, and he wished that the alpha would hurry up.
His pretty whimpers had ramped up Doyoung's desperation, the alpha's hands dragging down his sides to the swell of his ass and kneading his upper thighs. The tip of Doyoung's finger slid across his entrance and dipped teasingly into his hole before pushing in, the circumference barely stretching him at all. It was quickly pulled out and joined by a second finger, the digits twisting easily inside his pussy. Doyoung swore as he added another finger, thankful that Jungwoo's arousal had loosened him up enough to make prep so quick. His knuckles bumped against each other as they pushed past the omega's slit, squeezed together by his clenching walls. He continued to pulse his fingers in and out of Jungwoo's pussy until three fingers could easily spread apart inside of him.
Doyoung leaned across the desk to retrieve his coat and searched momentarily through the pockets. He withdrew a small blue sachet of surgical lubricant and tore it open with shaking hands. He coated his fingers in the substance and spread some across Jungwoo's hole before squeezing the remaining gel onto his own cock. He slid his hand around it a few times to slick up his length before briefly touching his tip to the omega's entrance. A glossy trail of lube swiped along Jungwoo's inner thigh as his hips shifted against Doyoung's.
Jungwoo looked down nervously, watching as Doyoung prepared him. He shivered in the absence of the comforting warmth of the alpha's skin against his, a part of him wishing that he could just curl up in the other's arms and stay pressed closely to his chest for the rest of the night. His stomach fluttered at the thought of simply sleeping next to Doyoung, surprising himself with just how much he wanted it. He frowned slightly and crossed his arms protectively over his body.
How Doyoung knew what was wrong when Jungwoo didn't himself was a complete mystery to the both of them, but the powerful arms that snaked around his waist and pulled him close brought with them a soft breath of relief. He felt a smile on Doyoung's lips as they pressed against his cheek, one that he shyly mirrored with his own. He reciprocally hugged the alpha to his body, shivering as the other’s cock brushed along his.
Doyoung slid his hand down between Jungwoo's legs, breathing heavily and touching himself with small strokes as his tip teased the omega’s hole. The composure that he’d managed to sustain for as long as it took to make sure that the other was comfortable was dropping away, the heat of his rut finally breaking through the last vestiges of his patience. He popped the head of his cock shallowly into Jungwoo's pussy and smirked at the squeak of pain that he drew from the other as he slid deeper inside. A grunt escaped Jungwoo as Doyoung pushed against the bones of his pelvis, satisfied from finally starting to feel full but a little dazed from the pain.
He scratched at Doyoung’s back, his fingernails cutting deep into his shoulders as he tried to relax. It really felt as though he wouldn’t be able to take all of it; the alpha had pressed up against a spot inside him that he was sure was as far as he could go. Their hips were a few inches from touching, though, so he laid there and let Doyoung push him up the desk. It seemed like at any moment he would collapse in on himself, imploding from the pressure exerted on his body. Just as he was about to stop Doyoung from going any further, something gave way within him and the alpha’s cock slipped in centimeter by centimeter with surprising ease. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief as he realized that he’d let Doyoung bottom out, smiling at the feeling of his balls flush against Jungwoo’s asshole.
The drag between their skin as he pulled out brought another wave of pain, but the slide was exponentially easier the second time he pushed in. Jungwoo’s head banged against the desk as he arched off of the wood, forcing his hips upwards to better accommodate the intrusion. Doyoung moved to hold him up, hands cupping his ass as they helped him readjust. He appreciated the gesture, even though the hard thrusts that the other continued to deliver against his thighs were the very source of his discomfort. His legs squeezed tightly around Doyoung’s waist in an attempt to both limit his movements and to keep him locked inside. He was glad that he was finally getting fucked, but he would’ve been happy just to hold the alpha hostage with their hips fitted together so he’d never have to be empty again.
While Doyoung had previously been impressed by how the omega gave way to his fingers, he was now fawning over how tight he felt. His movements fell out of rhythm as he chased his own pleasure, kneading Jungwoo’s ass as he pulled him back onto his cock with every forward thrust. He admired the way that his eyes blinked shut as he struggled to take Doyoung, his chest shuddering with the effort of keeping up. He wanted to push the omega past the point of trying, to force him so completely into submission that he would relax and just let Doyoung do the work. He looked tired already, and his motions had become weak with tremors.
The sight of Jungwoo’s pretty body trying so hard to take him was bliss. The effort really wasn’t necessary, as he'd feel incredible wrapped around Doyoung while doing nothing at all, but seeing the omega shake with exhaustion from instinctively fucking back onto him was breathtaking. His brows were furrowed with focus, and his hands squeezed at the alpha’s arms for support. Doyoung struggled to hold Jungwoo’s hips up as the grip around his muscles tightened, but he found it endearing that he held onto Doyoung with such desperation regardless of the pain that he himself was inflicting upon the omega. He really couldn’t stop himself, what with the soft whines Jungwoo let out with every slap of their hips together and the way he squeezed so tightly around his cock. Pleasure burned a hole through Doyoung's stomach, pushing moans from deep within him as his alpha forced him towards his release.
His body was desperate for so much more than an orgasm, though. It was merely a side effect of getting what he wanted, a reward for working hard and fucking his omega so well. But no, it wasn’t what he needed, what his rutting hips craved. His heart pounded at the realization that he was buried so deeply inside of Jungwoo at the peak of his fertility, after months of doing everything possible to prepare his body for insemination. A growl forced its way into his throat at the thought. He had seen for himself just how healthy Jungwoo was. He made such a good patient, and he would make an even better incubator. Doyoung knew he must be incredibly potent himself, his rut having just started. Their chances were so good. There was no protection between them, and both of their bodies welcomed each other so naturally with the shared agreement that they were trying. His vision blurred as he considered how likely it was that Jungwoo would end up pregnant by the end of the night. It was nowhere near a guarantee, in fact they would statistically come up dry, but the possibility was there. It would only take one cell, just one cell, to start the process. And Doyoung would be giving him a lot more than that.
Jungwoo’s vocalizations had shifted from moans of pain to those of pleasure, his body wracking with involuntary sobs from the rough stimulation against his walls. His thumbs dug into Doyoung’s forearms to relieve some of the pressure building up beneath his skin, his omega trying to permanently mark its claim over the soft flesh. He returned what he could of the pain that he’d received from Doyoung, but only out of desperation to mirror each of the sensations that overpowered him. Each spasm of pleasure that rippled beneath his stomach he wanted to give to the alpha, and he fussed with annoyance at the fact that he couldn’t really do anything to match the effort exerted by Doyoung on his body. He hoped that letting himself be used would make the other happy.
Jungwoo was becoming more and more compliant, and Doyoung delighted in the power rush that it gave him. He’d given him a chance to leave, so many chances, but now that Doyoung was buried in his guts there wasn’t anything that he could do to stop the inevitable. He would knock Jungwoo up. If not this time, then he’d hold him down and fuck him until he was sure that he’d gotten him pregnant. The thought of pushing donor sperm into him through a tube was pathetic--what Doyoung would give him was so much better. He laughed breathlessly and continued to slam into Jungwoo.
“I can’t believe you’d pay so much for a stranger’s cum,” Doyoung said between heavy breaths. “So many alphas would do it all for free.” he said, leaning down to Jungwoo’s ear. “They’d be stupid not to.”
Jungwoo didn’t respond, too blissed out and oblivious to care what Doyoung was laughing about. He just wrapped his arms around the alpha’s shoulders and breathed in the scent of his pheromone soaked sweat. Doyoung trailed soft kitten licks down his neck, and the subtle sweetness of Jungwoo's skin was worthy of addiction. His body was so pure, an entirely clean slate for Doyoung to do whatever he wanted to. He’d start by marking him up, biting into him until his skin welled with blood. Then he'd get him pregnant. He wondered if Jungwoo would let him take him home. Doyoung would keep him safe, he’d work so hard to repay him for everything.
“Jungwoo.” he whispered into his hair. “Let me breed you.”
His words finally managed to make it through Jungwoo's skull. His name coming from Doyoung’s lips alongside the hushed request knocked the wind out of him. He was sure that he’d hit the ground any moment, but the only impact on his body was the slapping of hips against his ass.
“You...you can.” he stuttered out as blush crept across his face. He felt Doyoung smirk against his neck and nod as he lowered Jungwoo’s hips onto the table and slid his hands up to his stomach.
“I wasn’t asking for permission.” Doyoung said as he stilled and pulled away. His fingers pressed firmly against Jungwoo’s abdomen, feeling around beneath his skin and mapping out the omega’s anatomy.
“Ah...right there.” he said with a smile as his hand came to rest below Jungwoo’s stomach. “I’m gonna put my babies,” he said, pausing to rub the spot, “right there.”
Jungwoo broke eye contact and shied away from Doyoung’s darkened gaze. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, where to look, what to say. The constant pressure of the doctor’s hands on his body made him beyond uncomfortable, but only because he was so embarrassingly turned on by the attention to his stomach that he couldn't bear to look at Doyoung. He found himself subconsciously holding his breath, frozen except for the thrum of his heart as it shook his abdomen.
He bit his lip and moaned with surprise as Doyoung started fucking him again. The alpha continued to stare at him from behind the mess of hair that had fallen over his eyes, his teeth visible between his lips as he panted heavily. His hand remained on Jungwoo’s tummy, gently depressing his skin as he buried himself as deeply as he could in the omega’s body. He groaned, his dick twitching against Jungwoo’s walls.
“Jungwoo,” he growled. “Feel it.”
Doyoung took the other’s hand and pressed it onto his own stomach. Jungwoo eyed him with confusion, looking at him through his lashes.
Then Doyoung started moving again, and Jungwoo keened as he finally felt it. Something moved almost imperceptibly beneath his skin, cresting and sinking in time with Doyoung’s thrusts. The alpha’s fingers curled around his hand and pressed it deeper into the hollow of his hips, grunting with exertion as he fucked harder up into Jungwoo’s guts. The poking of his cock against Jungwoo’s distended tummy seemed impossible, and the omega moaned beneath him at the obscenity of it.
“I should really put kids in you,” Doyoung laughed breathlessly. “You’d be able to feel the kicking when I’m not around.”
Jungwoo neglected to laugh along, too consumed by the idea of carrying part of Doyoung inside him for nine months. How long would it take for him to feel it kicking? He’d have to ask later.
“Will you really give me babies?” Jungwoo asked, flushing at how stupid he sounded. Or at least he thought so; Doyoung surprised him by moaning, seemingly affected by his words.
“Fuck, Jungwoo. Yeah.” he said. “I’ll give you as many as you want.” he promised. He really meant it, too. The vision of Jungwoo fucked full of his pups was incomprehensible. Doyoung’s breath hitched, more so at the thoughts running through his head than the feeling of his cock railing into the omega.
“Please, please, please…” Jungwoo begged, tugging his lip into his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. Doyoung smirked, enjoying the desperation in his voice. He wanted it just as badly, sure, but he was still in control and it was up to him whether or not the omega got knocked up.
“What are you asking for?” he said, basking in the embarrassment radiating from the other at his question. He slowed his pace to an agonizing drag. “Tell me what you want, puppy.” he said. As he had hoped, this elicited a frustrated whine from Jungwoo.
“I want you in here.” Jungwoo mumbled after a moment of shy hesitation, brushing his fingers up against Doyoung’s where they rested on his tummy and hiding his eyes with his other forearm. “I want your babies in here.”
Doyoung smiled, breathing slowly to suppress another moan. How Jungwoo managed to be so cute while asking to be pumped full of cum was a mystery. Everything about him was so perfect, each detail of his body and every lilt of his soft voice serving to grow the alpha’s attraction to him. He was an angel, and Doyoung wanted nothing more than to absolutely ruin him.
“You’re so pretty, Jungwoo. You’d give me the prettiest pups,” he said, lacing their fingers together. “and you’d be the prettiest mommy for me.” he added, continuing to slowly fuck into him. He wanted to make it last--he would take his time with this one.
Jungwoo moaned and fought back the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He wanted it so badly. He needed to prove just how good he would be for the alpha, how well he’d carry their pups.
Doyoung leaned down to cage the other with his arms, staring down at the omega with blown out pupils. His chest heaved with exertion as he chased his orgasm. He couldn’t wait to knock Jungwoo up, to breed him so full that he could barely walk.
“I’m gonna fuck a whole litter into you,” he growled. “You won’t be able to go anywhere without showing everyone what I did to you. They’ll be so jealous of whoever made you swell up like that.” he said, pressing all of his weight down onto Jungwoo as he fucked him into the desk. His head dropped into the crook of the omega’s neck. “I hope it hurts,” he said. “I hope it hurts being so big, so full of my pups.”
It sounded horrible, and there was nothing in the world that Jungwoo wanted more. He wanted to be fit to bursting, too hugely pregnant to do anything except lay around and let the life growing within him take over his body. He hadn’t thought about having multiples, but being trapped underneath Doyoung as he promised to give Jungwoo as many babies as he wanted filled him with a greed that had him squeezing his legs tighter around the alpha. The tears had begun to flow freely down his cheeks, and his chest shuddered with tiny sobs. "Please."
“You’re so fucking tight...I don’t think your pretty little body could handle it.” Doyoung said through his teeth.
“No, alpha, I promise,” he begged. “Just knock me up, I can do it.” His fingernails scraped at the other's skin. "I'll do anything...please."
Doyoung shook his head. “You’re so young, Woo. You don’t even have an alpha, I can’t believe you’d let anyone breed you.” he said disbelievingly. How had he lucked out like this?
“That’s...that’s not true.” Jungwoo said morosely. “You’re the only one.”
Doyoung laughed incredulously. “Don’t tell me,” he said, a humorless smirk on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
Jungwoo paused to let out a moan and nodded.
“Fuck, Really? You’ve never had someone inside you before?” Doyoung swore. He was so pretty, it seemed impossible that he could have saved himself so well when he had his pick of almost any alpha that swung that way.
Jungwoo shook his head.
“You’re so pure for me, puppy. I can’t believe no one has had their way with you...it was so hard not to just pin you down and rape you the second you stepped into my office.” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous hush.
“You should’ve...” Jungwoo said quietly.
Doyoung shuddered with excitement. “Oh yeah? You want me to rape my babies into you?” he said. The idea of forcing the omega to carry his children was was disturbingly appealing to him.
He nodded, his tear stained face burning red at the confession.
Doyoung laughed breathlessly and lapsed into silence as he continued to fuck Jungwoo. He’d needlessly controlled himself for all that time when he could’ve just held Jungwoo down and forced him to take his knot? He looked weak enough as it was, though; the golden seams of his pink-dusted porcelain skin seemed thin enough to crack with just a single misplaced touch.
“I couldn’t do that to you, Jungwoo.” he said with a sigh, pressing soft kisses to the omega’s blushing cheeks as his pace slowed. He crept up on overstimulation, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop altogether. It seemed as though the body beneath his could simply disintegrate, like if he failed to draw a whimper from Jungwoo’s parted lips with every movement, the now familiar warmth against his skin would disappear. Doyoung’s eyes squeezed shut and the soft cries that he’d held back for Jungwoo’s sake began to spill freely from him as the ringing in his ears overtook his breaths.
Jungwoo’s hands slid down to Doyoung’s waist, and it was his turn to keep the other’s shaking in check. He could tell that the alpha was getting close, his hips twitching erratically as his body worked frantically to please the both of them. His shorter thrusts rubbed more insistently against the sensitive spot inside Jungwoo, and the knowledge that Doyoung was about to finally release fueled the aching between his legs that became more intolerable with every contraction of his walls as he struggled to hold the alpha buried inside of him. Every pull-out felt like a waste, and he’d lost the ability to care about reaching his own orgasm when something so much more precious was just at the edge of breaking inside him.
“I’m close,” Doyoung said. “Sorry.”
“Fuck, that’s fine, baby. Me too.” Jungwoo swore, stopping just short of biting all the way through his bottom lip.
Doyoung nodded quickly, lightly bumping his head against Jungwoo’s as their sweat-dampened hair tangled together.
Their bodies collided for one last time, Doyoung burying his cock as deeply as possible into Jungwoo’s guts before collapsing against him. He shivered and sunk his teeth into the ridge of the omega’s shoulder, firmly enough only to circle his skin with a halo of rosy marks. His eyes fluttered shut as he spilled into Jungwoo, his warmth spurting against the entrance of his womb with heavy throbs. His hand slid between their bodies, and he jerked Jungwoo off with what strength he had left.
He moaned at the pleasure of finally being touched, his little cock burning uncomfortably from the slow build-up of his orgasm. His vision went out, and rapturous chills shook his entire body as he came. Doyoung’s waist bruised under the digging of Jungwoo’s fingers into his side, but he just smiled against the other’s neck as the omega fought through the intensity of cumming around Doyoung’s cock. His tender bite was replaced with the brush of his lips along Jungwoo’s creamy skin. Their nurturing closeness lulled them both into silence, and their moans faded into heavy breaths as they came down from their mind-numbing highs.
It was so comfortable there, his legs wrapped snugly around Doyoung as he slowly filled with the alpha’s seed. His own release dripped onto his skin and clung to Doyoung’s stomach.
“You okay?” Doyoung asked as his voice finally returned to his blissed out body. “You were so good.”
Jungwoo smiled softly and laughed through his teeth. “Yeah, I’m okay. More than okay.” he replied. “And I didn’t do anything.”
Doyoung responded with another kiss to his neck. “But you took me so well, Jungwoo.” he said. “I can’t believe that was your first time--you were incredible.” he assured. Jungwoo’s hands slid up and down his sides in silent thanks--for what, he didn’t know.
“You felt really good.” he murmured. “Still do.” he said, wiggling his hips slightly around where Doyoung was still buried in him. His lips parted with unspoken words as he tried to draw the courage to say them.
“I’m...I’m glad you were my first.” he finally mumbled, almost hoping that Doyoung wouldn’t hear him. It was a little embarrassing, being so inexperienced when the other had blissed him out so completely. He also wasn’t sure where the sentiment came from, considering he still knew nothing about the alpha, but he was glad. He was glad that it was Doyoung.
“You’re perfect, you know?” he said, delicately stroking Jungwoo’s hair. The omega didn’t respond. “Really...you’re the best I’ve ever had. You were so fucking good for me.”
“Oh.” he said. He preened at the compliment, but being reminded of how many people Doyoung could have been with before him pricked his heart with jealousy. He wondered what the other was thinking at that very moment. He was probably just relieved to have found someone to unload into and take the edge off of his rut. The slow drag of his fingers against Jungwoo’s scalp seemed a little too intimate for that to be the case, though. Was this how it felt to have an alpha? If so, maybe he’d given up on finding one a bit too soon. Despite the regret building up at the knowledge that he was probably reading into Doyoung’s touches a little too much, they were comforting nonetheless. He could pretend, at least.
He whined as Doyoung pulled out. The alpha chuckled at his neediness, then pulled him up into a sitting position before sliding his hands under his thighs and lifting him off the desk. He carried Jungwoo against his chest as he walked to the couch and sat down, the omega straddling his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. Jungwoo couldn’t help but smile as he hooked his chin over Doyoung’s shoulder and pressed against him. The innocence of his attachment to the other returned, simply delighting in the presence of a warm body against his own. He hummed in contentment, and pride blossomed inside of Doyoung at having made the omega so relaxed in his presence.
He glanced over Jungwoo’s shoulder at the clock and sighed. “It’s past your bedtime, little one. You should get back to bed before someone finds out what a slut you are.” he teased with a squeeze to the omega’s ass. Jungwoo groaned.
“Five more minutes.” he said.
“Fine.”
“Do you want to go through with the insemination?” Doyoung whispered after many more than five minutes had passed. He hadn’t really thought about the implications of what they’d done as they pertained to the treatment, but he figured it was up to the omega. He didn’t respond. “Jungwoo?” he said, twisting to look at him as well as he could without displacing the other’s head.
Jungwoo was asleep, breathing softly and evenly against Doyoung’s exposed neck. He chuckled and lightly stroked his hair as he held the omega’s head in place against his own. He then stood up, as slowly and carefully as possible with the deadweight holding him back, and leaned down to set Jungwoo down on the sofa. He straightened up and looked around the office for his clothes. He quickly dressed and pulled out a hospital gown from a cabinet, staring at it in confusion as he struggled to think of a way to cover Jungwoo up enough to carry him back to his room all without waking him.
He settled for draping it over his body, sliding his arms under Jungwoo’s knees and around his back. Picking the omega up proved more of a challenge than he had hoped, but he finally managed to shift his weight properly into his arms. Opening the door of his office was another obstacle, one that he barely managed to overcome without dropping Jungwoo.
He hugged the other to his chest as he carried him down the hall, doing his best to keep the gown wrapped around him while also supporting his head. It would have been so much easier to just wake him up. He maybe should’ve just done that. Yeah, probably.
The blissful look on Jungwoo’s face when he laid him down on the tousled sheets of his hospital bed, however, was enough to change his mind. A faint smile played across his lips, and his hair fanned prettily around his head in the dim light filtering through the small window in the door. Doyoung smiled and pulled the thin blankets out from under him to cover his body. He brushed a strand of hair away from his face and failed to suppress the urge to lean down and kiss his forehead. It felt a little silly; he was glad that Jungwoo was asleep. His eyes closed as he gently pressed his lips to the other’s skin and lingered there for longer than was strictly necessary. It was nice.
“No...I want it to be yours.” Jungwoo whispered, and he froze.
He pulled away to look down at him. Slow breaths continued to slip through Jungwoo’s tiny smile, and Doyoung would’ve been sure that he was still sleeping if he hadn’t spoken.
“What?” he said in a hushed voice.
“The insemination,” Jungwoo said sleepily, “I don’t need it, I want the baby to be yours.” he explained. His hands drifted up to rub absentmindedly at his tummy through the blankets.
Doyoung’s heart skipped several beats, and he looked away to hide his smile.
“Alright, little one.” he said, a smirk creeping onto his face. “I’m sure we can find another way to spend your appointment.”
Jungwoo hummed happily in response. “Mmm. You can get me pregnant again.” he said, already half asleep. Doyoung laughed softly at his word choice.
“Sure, Woo. I’ll get you pregnant. Again.” he said with a smile, leaning down to kiss Jungwoo’s forehead for the last time before sleep overtook him.