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Sunoo stood before the full-length mirror, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped the gentle, firm curve of his pregnant belly. He moved slowly, pulling a loose-fitting sweater over his head, the fabric draping over his frame. He wasn't far enough along for the bump to be an obvious protrusion to a stranger, but to him, the slight swell felt like a constant, physical reminder of the life growing inside him and the void left behind by the man who should have been there to witness it.
It didn't matter how much clothing he wore because his scent betrayed him instantly. His aroma had shifted into something thick, cloying, and overwhelmingly saccharine. It was the scent of a nesting omega in full bloom, a biological beacon that screamed of his vulnerability. He hated it. He hated that he had become the living embodiment of a tragic cliché: the pupped omega, discarded and abandoned by his alpha partner.
He had expected the changes in his body, but he hadn't expected the reaction of those around him. The scent that should have been comforting was now an irritant to others. He had seen the subtle winces, the way people stepped back to catch their breath, or the impatient flick of a wrist to clear the air after spending more than ten minutes in his presence. He smelled like a suffocating perfume that clung to the walls and stained the air.
Forcing his lips into a fragile, trembling smile, Sunoo looked at his reflection. He tried to project a strength he didn't feel, whispering a silent promise to the pup in his belly.
He stepped out of his room, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpets of the hallway as he made his way toward the study. He had intended to borrow a book, but as he approached the heavy mahogany doors, he froze.
The air near the door was thick with the dominant, sharp scent of his father's alpha pheromones, mingled with the unfamiliar, metallic tang of another alpha. Faint, muffled voices drifted through the gap in the door, stopping Sunoo dead in his tracks. He held his breath, pressing his ear closer to the wood, his heart hammering against his ribs as he realized they were talking about him.
“Now, he has no choice but to stay here,” his father declared, the tone devoid of warmth and heavy with a sense of obligation. “I invested everything into his future, put him in a prestigious college, and this is how he repays the family. He didn’t even finish his first year. A complete waste of tuition and potential.”
Each word felt like a physical blow to Sunoo’s chest. His heart hammered violently against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the panic rising in his throat. He had always known the disappointment his father harbored, but hearing it articulated so coldly, as if he were a failed investment rather than a son, made the air in the hallway feel thin and suffocating. He instinctively curled his arm around his belly, shielding the pup from the toxicity of the conversation.
“It would’ve been better if that pathetic excuse for an alpha actually wanted something to do with him,” his father continued, his voice sharpening with a sudden, visceral disgust. “But no. That coward spent his seed, knotted my son, and then vanished, leaving him to fend for himself and carry the burden alone. To leave an omega in such a state is an insult to every alpha in the world.”
Sunoo flinched, a hot tear escaping and trailing down his cheek. The mention of the man who had abandoned him brought back a rush of memories: the heat, the promises whispered into his ear, and the crushing discussion that followed when the pregnancy test turned positive.
The other man in the study cleared his throat, the sound soft and cautious.
“I’m sorry to hear that, truly,” the man replied, his voice a soothing contrast to the alpha's harshness. “But a pup is always a blessing if the omega wants it. Think of the joy it will bring. Think about how lively and warm this big, quiet house will become once the child is here.”
For a fleeting moment, a spark of hope bloomed in Sunoo’s chest, warming him from the inside out. He hadn't dared to imagine the house as anything other than a cage or a place of mourning for his lost dreams. He had spent so many nights wondering why his father had even allowed him to return, let alone granted him the freedom to move through the sprawling estate as he pleased. The idea that someone, even a stranger, could see the pup as a blessing rather than a mistake made his eyes sting with a different kind of emotion.
“I guess,” his father replied, though the hesitation in his voice suggested he was fighting against the sentiment. “It just… it isn’t the life I envisioned for my son. I wanted him to be a scholar. Not a discarded omega playing house in my guest wing.”
“That is completely understandable,” the man responded gently, his tone empathetic. “But you must remember, the boy probably feels far worse than you do. He is carrying a new life. He needs kindness now more than he needs a degree.”
Sunoo let out a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against the door. He felt exposed, stripped bare by their words, yet for the first time in months, he felt a sliver of understanding that didn't come from a place of judgment.
The conversation inside the study died an abrupt, suffocating death. Sunoo froze, his heart leaping into his throat as he realized the silence wasn't accidental. He had been so consumed by his own grief and the shock of their words that he had forgotten the most treacherous part of his current state: his scent. The cloying, over-sweet aroma of a pregnant omega, thick like ripening peaches and heavy cream, had likely leaked through the cracks of the door, betraying his presence with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.
“You can come in, Sunoo,” his father’s voice rang out. It was a command, laced with the weary irritation of a man who had just caught a trespasser.
Sunoo’s fingers trembled as he gripped the brass handle and slowly pushed the door open. He stepped into the room, his cheeks flushing a deep, burning pink that clashed with the pale fragility of his skin. He felt exposed and utterly pathetic, standing there in his oversized clothes that tried to hide the slight, soft curve of his belly.
“I’m sorry,” Sunoo whispered, his voice small and wavering. He couldn't bring himself to look up, his gaze fixed firmly on the polished hardwood floor. “I… I just wanted to take a book.”
The air in the room was a battlefield of pheromones. His father’s scent was a dominant, oppressive wall of cedar and old leather, but cutting through it was something new, something sharp, cool, and intoxicating.
“This is my son, Sunoo,” his father introduced him, the words clipped and devoid of any paternal pride.
Driven by a flicker of curiosity and the sheer intensity of the other man's presence, Sunoo slowly raised his gaze. When his eyes finally landed on his father’s associate, his breath hitched in his lungs.
The man was strikingly handsome, possessing a cold, sculpted beauty that felt almost predatory. He had large, piercing eyes that seemed to read Sunoo’s every insecurity, framed by thick, dark eyebrows that gave him an air of perpetual scrutiny. His stance was the epitome of alpha dominance, shoulders broad, spine straight, radiating a quiet power that made the air around him vibrate. He looked younger than his father, perhaps in his early forties, but he carried an authority that felt ancient and absolute.
“Hello, Sunoo,” the alpha said. His deep voice sent a sudden, unexpected shiver racing down Sunoo’s spine. “I’m Park Sunghoon, your father’s colleague.”
The omega felt the heat in his cheeks intensify, the blush spreading down his neck. He managed a shy, stuttering greeting, his voice barely audible, feeling an odd, magnetic pull toward the stranger that terrified him.
“Get your book,” his father ordered, his tone snapping the tension like a whip.
Sunoo jumped, the sudden command making him feel like a scolded child. He caught Park Sunghoon watching him, not with the disgust he saw in his father's eyes, but with intense curiosity. Feeling caught and vulnerable, Sunoo hurried towards the towering mahogany bookcase that lined the far wall.
His fingers brushed over the spines of leather-bound classics and dry legal texts until he found what he was looking for. A thick volume of fantasy fiction. He clung to the book as if it were a shield, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the room.
As he turned to leave, he could feel Park Sunghoon’s gaze lingering on him. It was a heavy, tactile weight that seemed to slide over his shoulders and settle pointedly on the swell of his stomach. The sensation made Sunoo’s skin prickle, a strange mixture of anxiety and a dormant, instinctive heat stirring deep in his gut.
Sunoo forced a small, fragile smile, a mask of politeness to hide his trembling, and hurried out of the study, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, leaving him gasping for air in the quiet hallway.
Stepping inside his room, Sunoo’s horror sharpened when he felt the unmistakable wetness soaking through his underwear. The encounter with Park Sunghoon had triggered something raw and uncontrollable. The alpha’s thick, cool scent still clung to his senses, and the memory of that heavy, lingering gaze made fresh slick seep out of him in steady pulses.
He had never reacted like this before. Not once had his body responded with such urgency.
Sunoo closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, eyes shut tight, the fantasy book still clutched in one hand. In his mind, the moment replayed in slow motion: Sunghoon’s eyes dragging over his body, pausing intentionally on the soft curve of his belly, then lower. Sunoo’s pussy clenched hard around nothing, forcing another warm bead of slick to slide down his inner thigh.
A shaky moan escaped before he could stop it. He slapped his free hand over his mouth, cheeks burning, breath coming in short bursts through his nose. The sound was too loud in the quiet room.
Since discovering the pregnancy, his desire had become nonexistent, buried under exhaustion and shame. His low libido had been a mercy amid the stress, but now it was replaced by a sharp, aching need that left him trembling.
The sudden surge was impossible to ignore. He didn’t know when it would return, so he decided to take advantage of it while it lasted.
Sunoo set the book aside on the nearby dresser. With trembling fingers, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his loose pants and into his soaked underwear. He didn’t tease or draw it out. He went straight to where he needed it most, parting his wet folds and finding his swollen clit.
The first soft touch made his hips jerk and a broken whimper vibrate against his palm. His slick coated his fingers instantly, warm and slippery, making every small circle he drew over the sensitive nub feel electric. His legs shook as he leaned harder against the door, chasing the sharp pleasure that had been absent for so long.
Sunoo’s single finger slid inside, the wet heat of his cunt swallowing it greedily as the memory of Sunghoon’s thick, icy pheromones flooded back. The second he pressed against that spongy patch inside, a raw, unrestrained moan tore out of him, loud enough to echo off the walls.
He knew the house was massive and the guest wing sat far from the study, yet the dangerous possibility that the alpha might still hear him sent a fresh rush of slick pouring down his underwear. The thrill made his hips buck forward, driving his finger in harder and faster, the obscene squelch of his soaked pussy filling the room.
In his mind, Sunghoon was already there, shoving the door open, pinning Sunoo’s pregnant body against it with one powerful hand while the other yanked his pants down. Sunoo imagined the alpha’s cock, thick and heavy, pushing inside without warning, stretching him open while the alpha's low growl vibrated against his throat.
Two quick circles over his swollen clit were all it took. Sunoo’s orgasm crashed through him, cunt clenching and pulsing around nothing as he came hard, legs shaking, the image of Sunghoon holding him immobile and fucking him through it burning behind his eyelids.
As the white-hot haze of the orgasm slowly receded, leaving the omega breathless, a heavy wave of guilt crashed over him. He slumped against the door, his chest heaving, staring blankly at the wall as he felt the sticky remnants of his release cooling against his thighs. He felt utterly betrayed by his own treacherous body. It was humiliating that a single, brief encounter with an older alpha, a man he barely knew, could leave him so completely undone, his cunt leaking and pulsing with a hunger he thought had died the moment his alpha abandoned him.
The thought of his father flickered in his mind, and a cold shiver of genuine fear raced down his spine. His father’s disappointment was already a suffocating weight in the house. If the man ever discovered that Sunoo was not only a failure in his eyes but was also spending his afternoons fantasizing about his colleague while carrying a bastard pup, the consequences would be dire.
Sunoo shook his head violently, trying to physically cast away the shame that threatened to swallow him. He squeezed his eyes shut, reminding himself that this was biological. He had read about how pregnancy hormones could swing a libido from dead to manic in a heartbeat. His body was simply reacting to a powerful alpha's pheromones, a primal instinct to seek a strong protector for the life growing inside him. It was nature.
Taking a long, shuddering breath to steady his racing heart, he tried to rationalize the act. There was nothing inherently wrong with pleasuring himself. In fact, as he felt the lingering warmth in his belly and the sudden, soft relaxation of his muscles, he realized how desperately his body had been screaming for this. He hadn't felt the release of an orgasm in months, enduring a dry, frustrating spell of libido-death that had left him feeling disconnected from his own skin. He deserved this small mercy. He deserved to feel something other than sadness and inadequacy.
A small, tentative smile touched his lips as he finally pushed himself away from the door. He walked towards the bathroom, the slight sway of his hips reminding him of the pup he carried. As he turned on the faucet to wash the slick, creamy evidence of his pleasure from his fingers, he allowed himself a flicker of hope. Maybe this sudden awakening was a sign. Maybe things could actually get back to normal, or as normal as they could be for a pupped omega starting a new life.
The following week arrived with a heavy sense of anticipation that Sunoo couldn't quite shake. When his father finally approached him about the upcoming prenatal check-up, he told Sunoo he couldn't come with him because of a work emergency. As usual, he prioritized his professional obligations over his son's well-being. However, he hadn't left Sunoo stranded. He had arranged for Sunghoon to drive him instead.
The moment the omega stepped out of the house and saw the sleek, expensive car idling in the driveway with Sunghoon behind the wheel, his breath hitched, catching painfully in his throat. He hadn't expected to see the alpha so soon, and certainly not in such an intimate, enclosed setting. As he opened the passenger door and slid inside, he felt trapped in a private sanctuary dominated entirely by the man beside him.
Sunghoon attempted to break the silence with small talk, his voice a deep, smooth rumble that seemed to vibrate right through the leather seats and into Sunoo's skin. He asked how Sunoo had been feeling, his tone polite yet possessing an underlying warmth that made the omega’s stomach flip. But Sunoo could barely concentrate on the words, let alone formulate a coherent response.
The alpha’s scent, a powerful, intoxicating blend of crisp winter air and something darkly masculine, was overwhelming. It might have been alluring to a non-pregnant omega, but it was an assault to Sunoo, whose senses were heightened and raw due to his pregnancy. The pheromones filled every inch of the car, thick and heavy, swirling around him until he felt dizzy. The sheer potency of Sunghoon's alpha presence triggered a visceral reaction in his body, a chaotic mix of intense arousal and physical instability that manifested as a sudden, rolling wave of nausea.
He felt the bile rise in his throat, his vision blurring slightly as he gripped the edge of the seat.
“I’m sorry... I feel a little sick,” Sunoo managed to whisper, his voice trembling as he leaned his head back against the headrest, trying to find some pocket of clean air.
“Oh,” Sunghoon responded, his voice laced with genuine concern. He slowed the vehicle, coming to a smooth halt at a red light. He turned his head, his piercing gaze scanning Sunoo’s pale face with an intensity that made the omega’s heart hammer against his ribs. “You still get nauseous? Should I pull over?”
“No, it’s okay,” Sunoo replied quickly, shaking his head. He felt a flush of heat creep up his neck. He couldn't possibly admit that his sickness wasn't just morning sickness, but a reaction to the sheer, overwhelming power of Sunghoon's scent. He couldn't tell him that his body was reacting to the alpha with a desperate, primal hunger that made him feel faint. He just had to endure it, to keep his composure until they reached the clinic and he could escape the suffocating intimacy of the car.
Sunghoon didn't look entirely convinced, but he shifted the car back into gear as the light turned green. “Let me know, darling. I’ll pull over immediately if it gets worse.”
The pet name did something to Sunoo. Darling. The word was soft, almost a caress, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. He felt a sudden, sharp throb between his thighs, his body remembering the slick, shameful pleasure of the previous week. His heart began to beat louder, a frantic rhythm that he was sure the alpha could hear in the quiet of the cabin.
Sunoo gave a small, shy nod, unable to meet Sunghoon's eyes. He stared straight ahead, his cheeks stained a deep, vivid pink, feeling utterly exposed and dangerously attracted to the man driving him.
As the car glided to a halt in the clinic's parking lot, Sunoo felt a flicker of relief, thinking the suffocating intimacy of the vehicle was finally over. However, that relief vanished the moment Sunghoon opened the door for him. Instead of staying in the car, the alpha followed him inside. To Sunoo's utter shock, Sunghoon didn't stop at the reception desk. He walked right beside him, his shoulder occasionally brushing against Sunoo's, all the way into the private examination room.
The omega doctor, a woman with a kind face and a professional air, looked up from her charts as they entered. Her gaze flickered between Sunoo’s flushed face and the imposing, protective stance of the alpha beside him. She didn't ask any questions, but the curious tilt of her head spoke volumes. Sunoo felt a wave of heat crash over him, his cheeks burning a vivid crimson.
He was acutely aware of how they must look to an outsider: a pregnant, glowing omega and a dominant, handsome alpha. The assumption was inevitable. The doctor almost certainly believed Sunghoon was the other father of the child, the alpha who had claimed him and was now dutifully supporting him through the pregnancy. The thought made Sunoo’s heart race, a dizzying mix of shame and a forbidden, thrilling fantasy.
As the appointment progressed, the doctor applied the cold gel to Sunoo's belly, the transducer gliding over the slight swell of his stomach. Sunoo held his breath, his eyes glued to the grainy black-and-white images flickering on the monitor.
“Everything looks perfect,” the doctor beamed, pointing out the tiny, pulsing heartbeat and the developing limbs. “The pup is healthy and growing exactly as it should. You’re officially entering your second trimester, Sunoo.”
A surge of overwhelming love flooded Sunoo’s chest, bringing a prickle of tears to his eyes. He felt fierce protectiveness for the tiny life inside him.
As he leaned back, he caught Sunghoon’s gaze. The alpha was looking at Sunoo and then back at the image of the pup. There was something dark and heavy in Sunghoon's eyes, a strange, intense look of possessiveness that didn't belong to a family friend or a business associate. It was the look of an alpha claiming what was his, and the intensity of it made Sunoo’s toes curl inside his shoes.
“Now, as you move into this next phase, you’ll notice some changes,” the doctor explained, wiping the gel from Sunoo’s skin. “Some of the first-trimester symptoms, like morning sickness, might start to fade, but others will take their place. You might experience sensitive gums, nasal congestion, or even very vivid, intense dreams.” She paused, her voice becoming more clinical yet candid. “And, quite commonly, your libido will begin to increase significantly. The hormonal shift often triggers a deep, physical hunger.”
Sunoo’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. He thought back to the desperate way he had touched himself the previous week, the way his body had practically screamed for an alpha's touch. He felt a sudden, traitorous throb of heat between his legs, his pussy beginning to leak a thin trail of slick just at the mention of it.
“It is still perfectly safe to be knotted during this stage,” the doctor added, her gaze shifting from Sunoo to Sunghoon with a knowing, supportive smile. “In fact, many omegas find that they crave the knot more than ever during the second trimester. It provides a sense of security and fulfillment that the body desperately seeks.”
The omega felt as though he had been struck. He was utterly mortified, the embarrassment so thick he felt he might choke on it. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, to hide him away from the doctor's clinical observations and Sunghoon's piercing gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, to clarify, to tell the doctor that there was a massive misunderstanding, that Sunghoon wasn't the father, that he was alone in this.
But the words died in his throat when he looked at Sunghoon.
The alpha wasn't correcting her. He didn't look surprised, nor did he offer a denial. Instead, Sunghoon gave a slow nod to the doctor, his expression calm and accepting.
As they exited the sterile confines of the clinic and stepped back into the oppressive heat of the afternoon, Sunoo felt a desperate need to rationalize everything that had just happened. He climbed into the passenger seat, the leather hot against his thighs, and stared intently out the window, trying to scrub the image of the alpha's knowing nod from his mind.
It was just my imagination, he told himself, his heart still drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. I’m hormonal. I’m desperate. I’m projecting.
He tried to convince himself that the possessive edge in Sunghoon’s pheromones, that thick, heavy scent, wasn't directed at him personally. Perhaps it was simply a primal reaction to the sight of a pup on the monitor. Alphas were instinctive creatures, after all. Maybe the sight of new life had triggered a dormant paternal instinct.
Sunoo stole a glance at Sunghoon’s hand on the steering wheel. There was no gold band circling his finger, no mark of a lifelong commitment. He shifted his gaze to the alpha’s strong, corded neck, searching for the jagged scar of a mating bite, but the skin was smooth and untouched. Sunghoon was unmated, unbound. Yet, Sunoo didn't know the alpha's full history. Maybe he had children from a previous relationship, or perhaps he had a secret family. The thought that Sunghoon might be longing for his own children while looking at Sunoo’s belly was a far more comforting thought than the alternative: that Sunghoon wanted him.
The engine roared to life, the vibration humming through the chassis and sending a subtle shiver up Sunoo’s spine.
“I don’t know if you remember this,” Sunghoon began, his voice deep and resonant, filling the small space of the car. His focus remained on the road ahead, but the tone of his voice had softened. “But I’ve met you many times when you were little. I can’t believe you’re having your own pup now.”
Sunoo blinked, drifting back into the hazy memories of his early childhood. He remembered being five or six years old, a small, fragile thing running through the manicured gardens of his father’s estate. He recalled the blur of expensive suits and the booming laughter of business associates during the endless dinner parties his father hosted. He remembered the scent of expensive cigars and old brandy, but the faces of those men had long since faded into a grey blur. He couldn't recall a specific face, but the idea that Sunghoon had watched him grow, that he had seen him as a child and was now seeing him as a pregnant man, made Sunoo feel strangely exposed, as if the alpha had a map of his entire life.
“Time flies,” Sunoo replied softly, his voice barely a whisper. He felt the heat returning to his cheeks, a soft pink flush that deepened as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his thighs rubbing together.
“You’ll be a good dad, Sunoo,” the alpha said. The compliment was sudden and sincere. “I saw the look in your eyes when you were looking at that monitor. That kind of love... It's instinctive. You don’t need to worry about anything.”
Sunoo’s breath hitched, the air catching in his throat. He wasn't used to such unfiltered kindness, especially not from an alpha of Sunghoon's stature. The words felt like a warm blanket being wrapped around his shivering insecurities, and for a moment, the crushing weight of his abandonment felt lighter.
“I’m just— I’m a little scared,” Sunoo admitted, his voice trembling. He looked down at his lap, his fingers nervously tracing the fabric of his trousers over the slight curve of his stomach. “Because I’m alone. I don't have— I don't have anyone to lean on.”
The car slowed as they approached a red light, and Sunghoon finally turned his head. His gaze was piercing, his dark eyes searching Sunoo’s face with an intensity that made the omega’s pussy twitch with a sudden, sharp need.
“You’re not alone, darling,” he murmured. The pet name was a low vibration, a velvet caress that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Sunoo's core. “Your father supports you. He may not show it the way you want, but he does.”
Sunoo let out a shaky sigh, a small, sad smile touching his lips. “I know. But most of the time he’s really cold. It feels like he's disappointed that I'm even here.”
“Give him time,” Sunghoon replied, his voice firm yet patient. He didn't look away, and for a heartbeat, the silence in the car became heavy and charged.
Sunghoon returned his attention to the road, but the atmosphere inside the car had shifted, becoming thick and heavy. Sunoo could see the slight tension in the alpha’s jaw and a flickering intensity in his gaze, as if he were wrestling with a thought, debating what to say next. The silence was vibrating with an unspoken energy that made the hair on Sunoo’s arms stand up.
“I’ll also help you,” Sunghoon said, his voice dropping an octave, sounding more like a command than an offer. “With anything you need. Financials, medical care, whatever it takes to ensure you and the pup are comfortable.”
Sunoo’s eyes widened, his breath hitching in his chest. The sheer scale of the offer left him reeling. He felt a wave of nausea, the world narrowing down to the scent of snow that seemed to be thickening, filling his lungs and clouding his judgment.
“Mr. Park—” Sunoo started, but the words nearly died in his throat, strangled by a sudden surge of emotion. “You don’t need to do that. You barely know me. I'm a mess.”
As if on cue, the car glided to a halt at a red light again. The sudden stop seemed to snap the tension. Sunghoon turned his entire torso, pinning Sunoo with a gaze so fierce and predatory that the omega felt physically pushed back into the leather seat. There was no hesitation in those dark eyes, only raw, primal determination.
“I want to do it,” Sunghoon stated, the words vibrating through the small cabin. “I have more than enough means. A good, sweet omega like you deserves to be provided for. You shouldn't have to spend a single night wondering if you're a burden or if you're alone.”
Sunoo’s heart began to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird. The kindness was overwhelming, but it was the way Sunghoon said it, the possessive undertone, the way he looked at Sunoo as if he were something precious and fragile that needed to be claimed and protected, that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
Suddenly, Sunoo felt a hot, gushing sensation between his thighs. His pussy, already sensitized by the pregnancy and the alpha's proximity, reacted instinctively to the dominance in Sunghoon's voice. A flood of thick, translucent slick poured out of him, soaking into his underwear and clinging to his skin. The scent of a needy, aroused omega, sweet, cloying, and desperate, exploded in the confined space of the car.
“Mr. Park—” he gasped again, his voice trembling. He instinctively crossed his legs, squeezing his thighs together in a tight, desperate attempt to stifle the arousal and hide the evidence of his body's betrayal. He could feel the slick sliding against his skin, the wetness warm and incriminating.
Sunghoon’s nostrils flared. He took a deep, audible breath, inhaling the sudden potency of Sunoo’s scent. The alpha’s pupils dilated, his gaze dropping for a split second to where Sunoo’s legs were clamped together, then snapping back up to his flushed face. The air in the car became suffocatingly erotic, the scent of snow now mixing with the musk of an omega in heat-like desperation.
“I will take care of you,” Sunghoon said, his voice now a low, dangerous growl of finality. The sheer authority of his words made Sunoo’s core throb with a needy, aching void.
The light turned green. Without another word, Sunghoon shifted the car back into gear and began to drive, leaving Sunoo shivering in the passenger seat, drenched in his own arousal and completely undone by the alpha.
The omega barely made it inside his bedroom before the need became unbearable. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he stripped everything off in frantic motions, shirt, pants, soaked underwear, until he stood completely bare, his skin flushed and hypersensitive. His belly curved gently, and his thighs were already shiny with the slick that had been leaking steadily since the car ride.
He went straight to the back of his deep closet, reaching behind a stack of old hoodies to pull out the thick, knotted dildo he only ever used during heats. The toy was heavy in his hand, the realistic knot at the base swollen and intimidating, but he didn’t care. He was too wound up, too empty, too desperate for anything less.
Sprawling across his bed on his back, Sunoo spread his legs wide and brought the toy between them. His pussy was dripping, the folds puffy and glistening, and the head of the dildo slid in with almost no resistance. A broken moan tore from his throat as he pushed it deeper, the thick silicone stretching him open inch by inch until the flared head bumped against his cervix.
He closed his eyes and let the memory flood back, Sunghoon’s fierce gaze pinning him in the passenger seat, that low growl of I will take care of you, the way the alpha’s scent had thickened the air until Sunoo could barely breathe. His hips jerked upward, fucking himself with quick, sloppy thrusts. Every time the toy dragged over his inner walls, he pictured Sunghoon’s cock instead, imagined the alpha pinning him down and knotting him full while he was already carrying another man's pup.
His free hand found his swollen clit and rubbed it in tight, fast circles. The combination was too much. Sunoo’s back arched hard off the mattress as he came with a sharp cry, his pussy clenching and fluttering violently around the dildo. Slick gushed out around the toy, soaking the sheets beneath him, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through the spasms, chasing the overstimulation, whimpering Sunghoon’s name under his breath.
Less than two minutes later, the second orgasm crashed into him even harder. His clit throbbed under his fingers, and his cunt seized so tightly that the dildo was forced halfway out. A sudden rush of liquid squirted from him in pulsing jets, splattering across his inner thighs and the bedding. The force of it pushed the toy completely free, leaving his hole gaping and twitching as more liquid poured out in messy spurts.
Sunoo’s legs shook uncontrollably. He tried to bring them together, but they kept trembling, too weak to hold still. Part of him wanted to shove the knot back inside, to feel that deep stretch, but he was far too sensitive now. Every brush of air against his swollen folds made him twitch and whine.
He collapsed sideways on the ruined sheets, body limp and covered in his own fluids. The scent of his arousal hung thick in the room. Within seconds, his eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling him under while he still lay there, legs parted, pussy still leaking slowly onto the mattress.