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Heeseung never liked Jake. Ever since his parents had adopted him from a hybrid shop, his parents had never talked about anything but Jake this and Jake that. The boy was a dog hybrid, and an omega one at that. Having a hybrid alone is already so much work, and him being an omega means triple the cost. Hybrids have very sensitive bodies, and so are their heat cycles. He understands as he himself is an alpha, the rut cycle was only a bit less sensitive than the heat cycle though, and deducting the fact that he wasn’t really a hybrid gave his parents the reason for focusing on Jake as he ‘needed’ them more.
Heeseung doesn’t know when he started hating him, because he was even excited about the idea of having a hybrid when they first adopted him. But then, all of a sudden– Jake took everything from him. All of a sudden, everything was about him in the household. He feels the spike of jealousy in his veins whenever his parents would laugh and giggle in euphoria as they played with Jake. The hybrid was very likable, he’s tamed and so obedient– just like what a dog would be to its owner.
But even so– albeit all the good characteristics that the hybrid had, Heeseung found himself hating him even more because of this. He always acts so good and nice with everyone, even Heeseung’s friends fell into his little trap when they first saw him when they came over. Everything was about Jake, and he’s deeply annoyed by this. He’s sure the hybrid was putting on an act, there’s no way he could charm everyone so easily if he didn’t. He’s damn sure the hybrid eventually had a snapping point, and he’s going to fucking prove it.
He couldn’t even accept the fact that Jake was his step-brother, as he always just thought of him as a pet. A dog– a mere dog who would roll over and do what he’s told. A mere dog who would stupidly drool all over his chin and ask for a treat. He couldn’t lie about the fact that he wanted to see it happen, dehumanize the hybrid until he was nothing but a bitch– until he was nothing but a panting dog, trained so well and would do everything for his owner.
Jake wasn’t far from it, actually. As the boy reminded Heeseung so much of an actual dog that he thinks he doesn’t even have to do much to break him. It was less satisfying when he thinks of it, so he’s thinking of getting the hybrid to snap from his goody-two-shoes persona and actually talks back to him. That way, he has a reason to pour out all the suppressed anger within him.
But he realizes how hard it actually was when they were left alone in the house as their parents went away for a day. Heeseung was automatically in charge of the house as he was the older one and apparently didn’t need the ‘special care’ that Jake needed. He started by being snappy at the boy, although there really wasn’t anything new to that.
He made him do all the chores in the house and didn’t make him stop even when the hybrid was drenched in sweat, his ears drooping down and so was his tail from fatigue. The boy still agreed relentlessly to his endless orders, and he actually gets the job done. Heeseung thinks it’s only right for him to do such things, as he was the alpha in the house and Jake probably knew what that meant.
“Hyung, I’m done cooking,” Jake says, swaying nervously in his spot as he awaits Heeseung’s reaction. The male was sitting on the couch the whole day, ordering Jake and watching him do everything– complaining a shit ton and scolding him with the tiniest bits. He can’t really bring himself to say anything though, as Heeseung was still older and an alpha at that.
Heeseung only looks up at him, an unreadable look on his face as he sighs and gets up– walking towards the dining area where the food that Jake prepared was. He stares at it for a good minute as it looked quite appetizing, and smelled appetizing too. But he was only doing this for one reason, so he goes and gives a snarky remark– “Well, what are you gonna eat?” he asks.
Jake looks at him with wide eyes, was he supposed to cook something else for himself? He thought that would be enough for both of them. He doesn’t know what Heeseung meant. “H-huh?” He ends up asking, gulping when Heeseung narrows his eyes at him.
“Aren’t you a dog? Shouldn’t you eat some doggy treats or something?” Heeseung asks, snorting at his own statement like it was the funniest thing ever. Only, Jake actually felt his heart sink as he was a bit offended by the statement. He’s been trying so hard to please everyone, especially Heeseung. He’s been nothing but nice to him, even going through all the housework by himself with zero complaints because he thinks this would make the older like him more. He really has a knack for being uneasy when someone doesn’t like him, as it was part of his nature. So he can’t stop himself from getting hurt when Heeseung said such things, because even until now, the male still didn’t see him as family.
“I eat normal food,” he says, a lot quieter and without honorifics. He probably doesn’t realize it as his mood has been fouled so badly. He only realizes when Heeseung lets out an amused ‘oh?’ and walks towards him. He realizes he fucked up too late, and that he only made the older hate him even more.
“Aw, would you look at that?” Heeseung says, leaning his hip on the table as he smirks down at the boy. “I never thought the puppy had it in him to talk back,” he says, chuckling as Jake only looks towards the side, avoiding him at all costs. Then Jake flinches, a sudden scent hitting his nose and moving down in subtle waves. Shit. Heeseung was releasing pheromones. An omega like Jake wasn’t meant to be inhaling an alpha’s pheromones like this, it would cause him to go into heat. But the alpha’s pheromones acted like nicotine, just like any other pheromone would. It was so strong too, like it was being done on purpose– and it probably is as Heeseung was humming while watching everything unfold.
Heeseung’s pheromones smelled like newly trimmed grass after rain with a hint of cocoa, it had a bitter aftertaste as Jake was sure the alpha was somehow pissed at him right now. He started to cough as the pheromones were so intense around him, and he couldn’t even move as his legs felt like they were about to fall apart if he moved an inch.
“H-hyung stop–” he whimpered, covering his nose and mouth with his arm to block the scent. He was already so nauseous that he thinks he was going to fall onto his knees anytime soon. Heeseung only mocks him with a coo, moving even closer and brushing his bangs away from his face. “Why? Are you going into heat soon?”
Jake starts to cry, as the male was right. His heat was already just around the corner, and usually, he’s a lot more sensitive to pheromones during this phase. He knows he’s going to trigger his heat by the amount of pheromones he’s already inhaled, but he doesn’t want to admit it. “N-no,” Jake denies, even though he was already sniffing back his tears.
“Really? Should I turn it up a notch?” Heeseung teases, humming as he sees Jake slowly start to sink, his knees giving up on him as he tries to stabilize himself on the floor, shaky hands supporting his weight as he could feel an unbearable heat scorching his insides. His ears were drooping down so much and his tail was in between his legs, it almost looked like he was trying to make himself smaller. Jake’s scent turned sweet, so sweet that it was enough to give someone a sugar rush when inhaled. “I thought you weren’t going into heat?” Heeseung mocks further.
“That’s pathetic, Jake. Going into heat with your step-brother’s pheromones. I always knew you were just a bitch,” Heeseung says, making Jake feel bad for something he couldn’t control, and something he did on purpose. Heeseung kept releasing pheromones that Jake was genuinely about to throw up from it, and he was a bit thankful because this gave him the strength to stand up and run towards his room with unstable steps, successfully shutting the door and locking it.
Heeseung could only stare at the closed door of Jake’s bedroom, and snicker as he regrets not doing this before. The satisfaction was something else, yet it wasn’t near enough. He still wants to see the hybrid dripping in slick, his tail wagging in desperation as he begs for Heeseung. Heeseung wants to see him succumb to what naturally comes, helpless as he pleads for Heeseung’s help.
He wants to see him twitch and whimper in pain, until he has no other choice but to admit that he needs Heeseung. Only then will he be the slightest bit satisfied, and only then will the burning anger in his insides be extinguished.
So Heeseung walks up the stairs to Jake’s room, banging on the locked door with his fist while firmly saying– “Open the door,”
He got no answer, of course. But he could smell the scent of the omega through the door even though it was closed. He’s sure Jake’s having a nice time in there, and he wonders about the state that the boy would probably be in by now. Would he be on the floor, messy and crying like a little bitch? Or could he already be trying to ride out his heat by himself? Either way, Heeseung was far too curious to wait any longer.
“Open it if you don’t want me to break it,” Heeseung threatens, because he’s confident he could do it– and he would. Jake was trembling inside, the loud knocks ringing in his ears as he huddled in the furthest corner. His shorts have a wet patch from the slick and his whole body was on fire. Even if he wanted to open the door, his body just wouldn’t let him as his heat was bursting like a time bomb.
Jake could only sob in the corner, not knowing what to do as he couldn’t ask for any help either. They were alone in this house– he was alone with an alpha while he was in heat. And he’s sure this certain alpha wouldn’t cut him any slack.
He could only flinch when the door opened, the lock was pretty much busted as the older male started strutting with fast strides towards him. “How cute,” Heeseung comments in mock, crouching down to get on Jake’s level and spotting the wet spot on his shorts. He snickers and presses his palm against it, causing the boy to gasp and flinch away.
“So fucking wet,” Heeseung says, which makes Jake feel even more disgusting to be in this state. He couldn’t help it, it wasn’t his fault. But with all the gaslighting that Heeseung was doing, he’s starting to think he was to blame. Maybe he shouldn’t have spoken that way in the first place. Maybe he should have scurried away before the pheromones kicked in. Or maybe he should have been more careful.
All these thoughts were running through his head as Heeseung’s fingers circled the clothed wetness, and all he could do was cry and watch it all unfold. He was stuck in the corner of the room, and even if he tried to escape– he’s not sure if he could make it. Was he really about to get raped by his step-brother? Was he really about to lose his virginity this way?
Heeseung kept rubbing over the wet patch until it gradually became bigger, getting even wetter with every touch– and Jake hates that his body can’t help but react to it. Heeseung eventually stopped, his hand smelling like the blueberry scent that Jake emitted. He presses his fingers against the omega’s lips, pushing in two digits and letting the boy taste himself. Jake grimaces and tries to decline, but he wasn’t able to as Heeseung was forcing his fingers so much that he could even feel his tongue pulsing against the flat of the older’s fingers.
The sweet taste mixed with the slight saltiness of Heeseung’s skin, and Jake starts to panic as the older’s fingers go deeper, until it touches his throat and he lets out a tiny gag on reflex. His head was pressed against the wall of the corner that he was trapped in, suffocating and choking on Heeseung’s fingers that were slowly moving in and out of his mouth. He’s sure his throat is gonna hurt real bad after all of this, as he doesn’t remember how many times he’s gagged on Heeseung’s fingers.
His tender lips were wrapped loosely around the digits, and his tongue was pulsating with every movement. His throat bobbed painfully as tears kept flowing down his cheeks in a stream. He tried to muffle a complaint, but he really couldn’t make any other noise but the obscene gags that were bubbling up his throat.
“What a bitch you are, drooling all over my fingers like this,” Heeseung says, because it was true. Jake’s messy hair that blended in so well with his puppy ears, and his mouth that was wrapped so messily around his fingers as drool slipped past the corners of his mouth and down his chin. A bitch, a bitch in heat.
Jake gasps out when Heeseung pulls his wet fingers out of his mouth, he could do nothing but whimper in dismay at the sight of how dripping wet the older’s fingers are. And it’s all his saliva dripping between the corners and sides of the older’s long fingers.
Heeseung chuckles and wipes his hand on Jake’s cheek, wiping it a few times to get rid of the wetness before he stands up and walks towards Jake’s bed, sitting down on the corner with his legs spread. He calls Jake over by swishing his fingers like how one would call a dog, pointing at the floor in front of him and even saying– “Come here, boy,”
It was so degrading, and Heeseung was relishing every moment of it. Jake’s head sinks even lower as he tries to believe that closing his eyes would make everything go away. But the firm sound of Heeseung’s foot tapping impatiently on the floor and the loud snaps of the older’s fingers reminded him that this was his reality, and it was bound to happen.
“Hurry up, don’t be bad,” Heeseung says like he’s talking to an actual dog, and Jake could really do nothing but attempt to stand with his wobbly feet. He couldn’t last a second standing as his legs gave up on him and he sank to the floor again. “I-i can’t,” he whimpers.
Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Then crawl, you mutt,” he says like he was stating the obvious. He watches with raised eyebrows as Jake contemplates before getting on his hands and knees, crawling towards him with his ass in the air and slick running dangerously low towards his thigh.
“Sit,” Heeseung orders once Jake gets to him, and Jake has already gone too far to decline by now so he just does as he’s told. “Good boy, you know what’s better for you, don’t you?” Heeseung says, humming as he uses the back of his hand to swipe over the side of Jake’s face.
“Look at you, such a needy pup,” Heeseung says, pressing his foot on Jake’s erection to the male’s surprise. Jake didn’t find it pleasurable at first, as it was too hard and it hurt. Heeseung was pressing the heel of his foot against the clothed tip of his erection until it felt like it burnt. Jake whines as his hands move to grip Heeseung’s ankle, begging him to spare him some mercy with his puppy eyes.
“What is it? Do you want more?” Heeseung teased, pressing harder as all Jake could do was let out a pained moan. “N-no more, please–” he begs with shaky words, his hold on Heeseung’s ankle loosening up as he could only clench his hands together.
Heeseung begins to lift his foot after a few minutes, the pressure much lighter than it originally was. He starts to rub over Jake’s clothed dick in a way that was actually pleasurable, and Jake couldn’t help but let out little sighs of pleasure. He doesn’t like the idea of what’s happening, sure. But he was still in heat, and he’s sure he’s about to go crazy soon.
“You like it?” Heeseung asks, and somehow, his tone still managed to make Jake feel small. “You like rubbing against my foot, huh? Puppy likes getting rubbed?” Heeseung asks, his tone in pure mockery as he continues what he’s doing– pressing slightly and moving his foot up and down the clothed shaft.
Meanwhile, Jake couldn’t even answer as he was too occupied with the friction. He wants to say that he’s about to lose it, he’s about to burst but Heeseung suddenly halts his movements, and the weight on his crotch is gone. Jake tries to hide his disappointment but it still shines through as his eyes snap upwards to Heeseung immediately.
“I’m not here to please you, Jake,” Heeseung suddenly says, and that’s when it snapped what Heeseung was here for in the first place. “You’re just meant to be a good bitch for me, like you always are. You can do that, right?”
“Of course you can, you’re everyone’s bitch,” Heeseung adds with a chuckle, his hands moving to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, all while staring directly into Jake’s eyes. “You would even bitch yourself for your step-brother,” he says, snickering as he presses a hand over his erection.
“I-it’s not my fault, I didn’t want this,” Jake rebuts for the first time, and Heeseung raises an eyebrow in amusement. He leans down to the boy on the floor, narrowing his eyes before saying– “Really? You don’t need this anymore? So if I left you untouched here, would you be okay?” Heeseung asks, pulling out his throbbing cock out of his boxers.
“Can the bitch really handle not being stuffed with an alpha’s knot on his heat?” Heeseung asks, pulling Jake closer by the hair until he’s face to face with his dick. “You need my cock the most right now, accept it,” Heeseung grits out, pulling Jake’s head back by the hair before spitting right on his face, the saliva dripping underneath his eye.
Just for that, Heeseung is going to make the boy worship his cock, make him gag on it, and hollow his cheeks out until it hurts. He’s going to fuck the boy’s throat until he fucking begs to breathe. He’s going to force him down on his dick, spit in his mouth and make him suck it until bubbly saliva coats his cock.
“Accept the fact that you’re nothing but a house pet, nothing but a breeding bitch,” Heeseung says, making sure that every word hits hard. He scoffs when he sees the boy sniff back his tears and wipe them away with his hand, along with the saliva that he had spit on his face. “H-hyung I– really don’t want to–” Jake stutters, pleading while it hasn’t gone too far yet. While Heeseung hasn’t completely had his way with him yet. While he still had an ounce of dignity to protect.
“Oh,” Heeseung pauses, and this lights a spark of hope inside of Jake– he looks up hopefully as Heeseung leaned forward, face scrunched in feigned concern as he caressed his cheek. “When did I ever give shit about what you want?” He says, his face morphing back to the sinister expression he had earlier.
“Let me remind you again,” Heeseung says, pulling Jake closer by harshly tugging on his arm until the boy’s face was in front of his cock. “You’re just a dog, I don’t care about what you have to say,” Heeseung says before gripping the boy’s chin, keeping it in place as he takes his cock and swirls the head over the omega’s lips. Jake grimaces at the feeling as he tries to move his face to the side, but Heeseung’s grip on his chin was far too strong as he feels like even his jaw has locked by how tight it is.
He lets out incoherent cries as he seals his mouth shut, the tip of Heeseung’s cock slipping around his plump lips and slipping between the opening. “Open up,” Heeseung orders, tapping the tip repeatedly on his lip. “Open up or I’ll force this down your fucking throat,” Heeseung threatens when Jake declined to do as he says. The threat was enough to make Jake open his mouth slightly, but it was more than enough of an opening for Heeseung to force his dick into.
Jake’s breath hitched when he felt the older’s cock in his mouth, his lips were stretched around it so much that he felt the skin starting to crack from it. It hurts, it hurts so bad that all he could do was let out a muffled sob. Heeseung’s dick was barely past the tip too, the thought that more was about to come was horrifying. Jake closes his eyes as he feels Heeseung shove more of his dick in his mouth, thinking that if he doesn’t see it– the sensation of gagging around it would lessen.
But his plan was ruined when Heeseung spoke– “What are you doing? Open your eyes, I want you to see my cock in your mouth,” the older one says, slapping Jake’s cheek in quick succession like he was urging him to open his eyes. The slaps didn’t necessarily hurt, only for the purpose of catching his attention. But they were still heavy on his skin, and Jake peeled open his eyes to make it stop.
“Do you see how your mouth is taking my cock in?” Heeseung asks for the sole reason of making Jake feel even more like shit. He drags it in and out shallowly with a tight grip on Jake’s chin to keep him in place, using his mouth like a dull fleshlight. He slams Jake’s head on his cock, making the boy take everything until his nose hits his pelvis. He hums when he hears how badly Jake gagged at the action, choking with garbled noises as Heeseung continues to slam into his mouth with no remorse.
“Look at me,” Heeseung orders, forcing the boy to tilt his head up while he fucked his mouth. Jake was already a mess, saliva slipping past the corner of his mouth as squelches followed the suction of his mouth around Heeseung’s cock. Jake was sobbing so badly that it was hard to tell if that was his tears or spit, Heeseung thinks he looked disgusting, so pathetic that he groans when he feels a wave of arousal follow the thought.
Jake could only shut his eyes as he really tried to keep the rising puke down, as the continuous thrusts were hitting his throat so badly that he feels like he was going to vomit every second. He’s doing pretty great, actually– and Heeseung decides to slap the boy across the face, so hard that the omega’s face flies sideways, even pulling his dick out of his mouth. Jake turned back, touching his stinging cheek with his eyes swollen from crying and his lips puffy from sucking. Heeseung didn’t give him time to recover as he pulled the hybrid’s head down on his cock again, slamming so hard like Jake wasn’t a living thing.
He pushed Jake’s head down, keeping it in place for a few seconds until Jake began to scramble, trying to shake his head despite Heeseung’s hold on his hair. He couldn’t take it anymore, he lounges forward– an utter clue that he was about to fucking puke if Heeseung didn’t pull out his cock right this moment. A garbled noise arises from him, and this is the only time that Heeseung pulls out, halting for a moment and letting Jake swallow down whatever was about to get out of him. The moment of peace didn’t last long as Heeseung leans down and pulls the omega’s face close to his own, letting a glob of saliva fall on the boy’s pouty lips before kissing him, so hard and messy that Jake had to breathe harshly through his nose to not suffocate.
Heeseung pulled away, and a thick string of saliva connected their mouths that it was almost disgusting. Jake’s chin was practically a mess of spit by now, his cheeks weren’t an exception as tears continued to flow down on them.
There were no words spoken as Heeseung pulled Jake up by the arm and threw him to the bed, the boy landing with an audible ‘oof’ as he tried to scoot away the furthest part. Jake looked so scared, wide puppy eyes staring up at Heeseung who was now climbing on the bed on top of him, pulling him by the ankles so that his open legs slot perfectly between the older’s hips.
“H-hyung please don’t– I can’t–” Jake tries his luck by begging again, but all he could do was let out a gasp that faded into a whine when Heeseung tears off his shorts, finally revealing his wet underwear and unleashing more of his scent. “Hyung–” he tries again, only to be muffled with another gasp of dismay as Heeseung tore through his shirt, leaving an opening to his white skin.
“You’re so noisy, quit fucking yapping,” Heeseung grunts, slapping Jake again to shut him up as he pulls off the puppy’s underwear, harshly pulling it off his legs and discarding it elsewhere. He’s met with the boy’s plump butt, the skin so luscious and even pink at some points. His cock was the same, pretty and smooth, too pretty to be used to fuck someone. Jake was an omega indeed, an omega whose only purpose is to make pretty sounds and pretty pups.
“You’re fucking dripping, whore,” Heeseung comments, using two of his fingers to scoop up some slick that was pooling on the dip of Jake’s ass, taking them up to his own lips and tasting it. Jake tasted sweet, like most omegas. He tastes like blueberries and cream, like fucking dessert that Heeseung always loved to devour when he was younger– and it wasn’t any different now.
“I’m not a w-whore–” Jake says, trying to stand up for himself, as he didn’t like getting degraded with those words when they both know he’s nowhere close to being one. But he couldn’t help but sob, thinking if he really was a whore for succumbing to heat, thinking if he was actually a whore for letting Heeseung rub his crotch with his fucking foot and enjoying it, thinking if he could blame this on his heat when everything’s finished.
Heeseung chuckles amusedly, “What a prissy dog I have, talking back so much,” he says, leaning down to spit on Jake’s hole, even if the omega already produced a copious amount of slick. “You dare say that when you’re dripping, your hole is dripping like a fucking cunt. Begging to be fucked, begging to be drained off its juices,” Jake whines, hating how Heeseung says the sentence with such clarity that Jake can’t even ignore it.
He feels the wetness too, the cold air hitting it. He wishes he could just faint, so he wouldn’t be able to hear, see, or feel anything that was about to happen. Not when Heeseung was plunging two of his long fingers inside of his hole, not when he doesn’t even feel pain as it happens because he is indeed very fucking wet.
All Jake could do was lay there, unmoving despite the tiny spasms and twitches that his body naturally does. Heeseung’s fingers feel like electric jolts throughout his body, he doesn’t know why each movement sent a wave straight to his cock. He shouldn’t like it, he really doesn’t want to like it. But this stupid heat and stupid pheromones were made to get the omega in a sex-driven state, wanting nothing but an alpha’s knot and seed inside of them.
And Jake can feel it, he feels the fucking heat get to him. Earlier, he could still fight it off, keeping it in so he doesn’t indulge in actions he’s sure to regret. He tried looking for his suppressants too, but they weren’t in the drawer that he kept them in. But now, with every passing second that Heeseung was relentlessly thrusting his fingers inside of him, hitting all the right places– Jake can feel his heat enter a deeper stage, one where the omega inside of him starts to want the alpha, and starts to need him.
His mind was hazy, everything turned to black in an instant, his thighs were pulsing with every thrust, and he doesn’t even notice that he’s been moaning so much until Heeseung pointed it out– “You’re moaning so much, are you finally gonna be a good pup?” Heeseung asks, and it’s like his voice was laced with a spell as Jake surprisingly found himself nodding, clenching around the older’s fingers. Heeseung smirks at this, finally getting the boy in the state that he needed, where he’s just an omega bitch, waiting to be bred.
“Gonna shut your mouth and let alpha fuck you?” Heeseung adds, enjoying the feeling of seeing the hybrid so pliant for him. Jake nods again, opening his teary eyes and looking up at Heeseung through his wet lashes. He looked utterly fucked, mind-hazed as his eyes focused on whatever was in front of him. He squirmed, a sudden itch in his body, wanting the alpha to come in contact with him.
Heeseung only chuckles at the sight, laughing at the state that he has put the omega in. It’s a pity, really. He has an idea of how the omega felt right now, as alphas also went into ruts. During ruts, they turn into what they primarily are– wolves. Savage animals, hunters who are selfish and only want their prey for themselves. It wasn’t only the omegas who were affected by this notion. Like it or not, they’re thrown into their natural instincts.
He’s thankful he hasn’t gone into his rut, he’s surprised it isn’t triggered by Jake’s pheromones. But he guessed it’s because he’s been on suppressors for a week, as his rut hit a few days ago. He could’ve gone out and had a fuck, he tried to on his first day– but he ditched them as he couldn’t even get off once. Maybe that’s why he’s so prissy, because he’s sexually frustrated and generally hates the boy under him.
He pulls out his fingers, slick suddenly dripping out immediately when he takes it out. He rubs over Jake’s hole, watching the boy squirm as his toes curl– teasing the sides and finding the pink plush cute. It was so perfect to ruin, so perfect for him to slam into with no remorse. So he prepares to do that, taking his dick in his hand and prodding the head over Jake’s hole, using the tip to circle it.
Jake whines, unconsciously rutting against the cock, Heeseung finds this annoying as he doesn’t recall ever giving the omega permission to do so. He lets out his annoyance by slamming his cock in one go, grunting as the omega gasps and chokes out a moan at the sudden penetration. “W-wait it’s–” Jake coughs when Heeseung wraps his hand over his neck, cutting his oxygen flow as he starts to get lightheaded.
“I thought you were gonna shut up and take it?” Heeseung asks, starting to thrust his cock inside the boy, the slick creating a wet squelch as Jake keeps producing more as he thrusts. The omega’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he gasped for air, tapping furiously on Heeseung’s arm as he started to panic. Heeseung pays no heed as he continues to rail him, using his other hand to pin one of Jake’s thighs down so he could reach as deep as he could.
“H-hyung–” Jake stutters, tears spilling out his eyes again. Heeseung spares him a glance before loosening his grip, but then he slaps the omega, not giving him any time to even get a proper gasp of air as it was knocked out of his lungs again. “I’m sorry–” Jake apologizes, not knowing why. There was just something inside of him that urged him to say so, to apologize to the alpha because he did something to displease him.
“Now isn’t that adorable, the pup knows how to apologize, how cute,” Heeseung says, taunting the boy with a coo as he continues to drive his hips, each thrust knocking the air out of Jake as breathy moans escape him. Heeseung was drilling in the spot that made Jake see stars, each thrust jamming into his prostate so that his body can’t help but spasm.
Jake could only whine as he gets fucked, hands suddenly reaching out for something– anything to grab on. He knows he hates this, and he hates the fact that his wolf was preening in happiness right now, wanting nothing but to be knotted and held by the big alpha. But Jake’s inner omega was in control right now, in the back of his mind, he was begging to stop– but right now, the only thing that slipped out of his mouth was– “Hold me, please,”
Heeseung raised an eyebrow in amusement, chuckling as he said– “The omega wants to be held? Wanna be embraced by me?” Heeseung asks, his chuckles growing louder as he watches Jake nod so eagerly. Heeseung leans down, and this makes Jake so happy that he starts to lean up, wanting to be surrounded by the alpha’s pheromones and alpha only. Only, his hopes crashed immediately when Heeseung whispers– “Don’t be greedy, I’m already fucking you, be good and take what’s given to you,”
Jake whines when Heeseung pulls away, hooking his hands under his thighs and pulling him close, his hips elevated a bit as Heeseung didn’t care to bend down anymore. Heeseung continues to fuck him like this, and Jake’s neck was starting to hurt in the new position. But he takes it, nonetheless, even though his wolf was pained by the recent rejection.
Heeseung notices that Jake started to cry silently again, so he grunts and rolls his eyes, releasing some calming pheromones to console the boy at least. He doesn’t want to hold him, he doesn’t even embrace his fuck buddies. He found it too intimate, creating a connection between him and the person. And he doesn’t want anything like that to happen, not with Jake, definitely not with Jake.
Jake covers his eyes with his arm, starting to relax as he feels and smells the alpha’s pheromones surrounding him. His conscience hates that he succumbs happily to the sensation, feeling the scent fill up his nostrils, acting like some sort of drug. It felt like a drug, he felt high as his legs shook with every continuous thrust.
This goes on for a while, the omega getting fucked out of his senses as he gets drunk on the pheromones surrounding him. He feels so hazed that he doesn’t even realize it until it hits him. He doesn’t realize until a familiar heaviness in his pelvis area arises, and suddenly, all the calming pheromones did nothing as he jolted his head up in panic. “H-hyung hang on– I’m s-sorry but I–” he tried to stutter out, but the older one only held him tight against him, with no signs of stopping.
He feels it, he feels it start to strain up his cock, and he suddenly wished he hadn’t drank all that water while he was cleaning the house earlier. His cock painfully strained against his tummy, it was waiting to release, a natural bodily phenomenon that had to come in the worst of times. “What’s your problem?” Heeseung snaps, annoyed as Jake was doing so well until he decided to be prissy again.
“I-it’s just– I–” Jake scrambles for words, hands going over his pelvis as if this would help him hold back his piss better. It was inevitable, no matter how long he held on, it was still gonna happen at some point. Especially when Heeseung was pounding into him with no mercy, especially when he caught sight of the smirk that was slowly forming on Heeseung’s lips.
“I got it, pup’s bladder is full? Wanna take a piss, is that it?” Heeseung taunts, pushing Jake into further embarrassment as he tries to hide his face in his arms again, only this time, Heeseung snatches his hands and pins them down, so Jake is unable to hide his shame. “Is that why you’re complaining again?” Heeseung adds, lifting one of his hands and placing it over Jake’s pelvis. Jake’s eyes widen in horror as he tries to remove his hands from Heeseung’s grip, wanting to stop him from applying pressure on his pelvis.
“Stop!” He cries, squirming and squeezing his thighs together in order to lessen the sensation. Heeseung wasn’t showing him any mercy as he dug his palm deeper, pressing into the perfect spot to trigger his bladder. “Pups like you don’t have to go to the bathroom to piss, Jake. You can do it right here,” Heeseung says, watching the boy twist and shimmy in his hold.
“N-no please– just for a sec–” Jake couldn’t even finish his sentence as everything blacked out for him, feeling the clear liquid shoot out of his dick in a stream, wetting his stomach and dripping down his waist. He could hear the way Heeseung chuckles at the scene, “Wow, look at you go,” he says, his hand never leaving its spot on his pelvis, as if he was pressing down to squeeze out some more.
It was torture for Jake, it felt like it was taking forever to stop. “You’re like an actual dog now, Jake,” Heeseung comments, eliciting a sob from Jake who could only twist his face to the side as it was the closest thing he could do to hide it. He feels disgusting, stripped of every ounce of dignity that he had probably already lost a lot earlier. He feels dirty, used, and so fucking embarrassed with shame overflowing.
“Don’t be shy, it’s only normal for you,” Heeseung says, and Jake doesn’t know why he thought the older one was about to comfort him with the first few words. He knew for sure at this point that Heeseung was about to ruin him, about to take away whatever he still has left for himself and make it his own. He’s a selfish and prideful alpha after all– and even Heeseung agrees to that.
Alphas just love it when they trample upon others, when they’re able to prove how much better they are. When they’re able to show off and act like they were in a competition of who has the highest pride. Heeseung was the epitome of a typical alpha, and Jake loathes it so much because it’s still what his wolf looked for in an alpha. Some big, bad, strong alpha who can protect him and their pups. What was he even thinking? Jake knew that wasn’t him, he knew it was the omega in him. There’s no way he would like this, not when this exact person on top of him forced him to suck his dick, fucked him, and made him piss in front of him.
But Jake could do nothing when Heeseung pulled out his dick, lifting Jake by the arms with such ease as he switched positions, getting behind the omega and placing him between his thighs. Jake was sitting between Heesueng’s thighs, and it made him feel so small surrounded by the alpha’s long limbs. Heeseung prods his cock against his hole again, slowly pushing it in and gripping Jake’s hips to help him sink down.
Jake’s thighs were shaking, both from the previous stimulation and the current one. Heeseung’s cock reached even deeper at this angle, as there was access to every inch. He could only gasp out when he sinks completely, gripping on the sheets in front of him. “Fuck, your cunt’s still so wet,” Heeseung says, and Jake feels his cheeks hit up at the choice of words. Heeseung was treating him like some sort of breeding slut, it was so derogatory that Jake could only shut up and take it.
“Your cunt loves my cock so much, sucking it in like that, greedy little pussy,” Heeseung hums in his ear, his lips so close to Jake’s ear that he could hear every filthy word so clearly. He lets himself get used, lifted, and dropped on Heeseung’s cock as little whines left him. Heeseung gripped on his hips tightly as he manhandled the omega, lifting him and dropping him on his cock like a fleshlight.
Each drop was so intense that Jake was trembling as it happened, he feels like something else is going to burst, and that was his orgasm. It didn’t take long as after a few more bounces on Heeseung’s cock, he was shrieking as white spluttered over his stomach and chest, spasming and trembling against Heeseung’s back.
“You came so much, you love my cock that much?” Heeseung says, hand reaching in the front to rub Jake’s sensitive cock. The boy could only lunge forward at the sensation of Heeseung rubbing his red cock, not caring if Jake was overstimulated. Meanwhile, Jake was still trying to calm down from his orgasm, which was difficult as Heeseung kept on jerking his cock off while thrusting up into his hole.
Jake feels it, he cries as he feels another wave of orgasm come. It was approaching so quickly that he was honestly concerned about how fast Heeseung got him to this point. He was about to cum for the second time, and he sensed that the older one was close too as his hips started faltering, entering a sloppy speed as he plunged inside of him, groaning quietly as he planted his load inside Jake. Meanwhile, Jake was going through his second orgasm, his body shaking in utter sensitivity that he couldn’t do anything but throw his body back to the older one for support.
It wasn’t the smartest move as he had basically bared his neck to the alpha, his neck which contained his scent gland– essential to mating. Heeseung had to take in a sharp breath as he looked at the sight, porcelain skin just urging him to bite on. It was untainted, and Heeseung wants nothing more than to be the one to do so.
So he does, sinking his face in the omega’s neck, rubbing his nose over the sensitive spot as the boy’s scent was stronger in this area, condensed in a single spot. He sank his teeth into the skin, hard and deep– ignoring the pained cry that Jake let out as it was damn painful. He feels the skin break under his teeth, and tastes the blood start to seep through. He hadn’t bitten him on the scent gland, he bit him a bit lower, as he had no plans of mating the omega in his hands.
Jake couldn’t help but feel dejected, his wolf was in pain even though he himself is glad that Heeseung didn’t bite him there. But his wolf thought that the alpha had rejected him, not wanting to mate him and scent him. Jake thinks this is stupid, because he doesn’t even know what he’s actually feeling at this point. He just wants to succumb to darkness, and fall into it deeply until he wakes up the next day and forgets about everything. But he can’t, because what happened was irreversible, and now there was a bite mark on his neck that would remind him of this day until it fades.
Heeseung doesn’t even give him any aftercare, not like he was expecting the alpha to. He just lifted Jake and stood up, zipping his pants as they both heard the garage door opening. Heeseung walks over to Jake’s window and sees their parents walking towards the front door. He curses as he hadn’t realized how late it has become. Jake looks panicked too, but too weak to do anything as he just lays on the bed, tail between his legs and ears droopy.
Heeseung couldn’t possibly clean the hybrid up in time, so he thought of throwing him into the bathroom and lying that Jake was just showering. But he looks at the time and figures out that it was atrociously late to be showering. He doesn’t have time to think about anything else because he hears their mother’s voice calling out from a distance, getting closer.
The pair hear their mother’s heels click against the tiled floor, closer and closer until the doorknob turns and all Heeseung could do was throw a blanket over Jake and greet his mother with a stoic face, clearing his throat.
“Oh,” that was the first thing their mother said as she looked at the hybrid wrapped up in bed, and back at Heeseung. “What happened? Is something wrong?” She asks, walking closer to Jake as Heeseung immediately stops her. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to get too close to him, Mom,” he says, pulling her hand gently to get her away from Jake and accidentally seeing the state of his body, and the bite on his neck. Heeseung hopes the wet patch on the blanket from Jake’s little accident earlier wasn’t visible too.
“Oh, why?” She asks, but then she smells the sweet scent and heavy musk in the room. It was silent for a good moment that even Heeseung got a bit nervous. “You see, Jakey went into heat all of a sudden and couldn’t find his suppressors. So I just stayed with him until you guys got back,” Heeseung lies, pulling out a warm smile.
He sees his mother sigh in relief at what he said, smiling back at him. “Oh, I knew you cared about him. I was getting worried because it always seemed like you didn’t like Jake,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She turned back to the omega who was laying in bed, still too weak to even say a word. “Are you okay, honey?” She asks the boy, and all Jake could do was nod weakly with a small smile. Their mother smiles at this before she turns around and announces that she was going to look for some suppressors. She thanks Heeseung and tells him that he can go rest now as she walks away, heels still clicking heavily on the stairway.
Once she is gone, Heeseung turns around and abruptly peels the blanket off Jake, scanning the state of his body before he fishes something out of his pocket. It was Jake’s suppressors, the ones he had taken so that Jake wouldn’t have any other choice. He throws the bottle beside Jake and says– “Clean up, she better not suspect anything,” that was the only thing Heeseung says before turning around and exiting the room, shutting the door so coldly that Jake flinched at the sound.
Jake could only twist and grab the bottle of suppressors, tears pricking his eyes once again. Because why couldn’t he say anything? Why couldn’t he tell the truth when he was given the perfect chance to do so? He could’ve told his mother that Heeseung was a horrible person and that he was lying to her face. He could’ve told his mother that Heeseung forced him into heat and then made him feel like shit afterward.
But he couldn’t, and he doesn’t know why he couldn’t. Heeseung didn’t even mention anything about not telling anything. Maybe it was just clear to him, maybe he didn’t want them to find out too. He didn’t want them to find out how dirty he had become.
So once again, he finds himself doing as Heeseung says– getting up with weak steps and limping towards his connected bathroom, shutting the door as he cleans himself.
He’s just doing what Heeseung wants again– the cycle turning around in an endless circle.