idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????
summary: you have never, in your entire life, thought that an alpha would be interested in you. so when choi seungcheol, your quiet but confident alpha coworker, starts courting you, you donât know what to do with his affections.
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warnings: omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics, alpha!seungcheol, omega!reader, touch starvation, typical omegaverse vernacular, mentions of omega misogyny and stereotypes, lots of descriptions of physical touch, emotional neglect, mild angst, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, heats, knotting, scenting, all that omegaverse jazz, im just down bad for caring, loving alpha cheol sue me ig
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Growing up, you were taught to believe that tradition is the heart and soul of a strong family unit.
Your father was an Alpha in every sense of the word. Strong, stoic, slightly aloof. He provided for the family, working long hours to put food on the table. You can count on one hand the amount of times he has even looked at you, let alone interacted with you in any way. Your mother stayed at home, but she didnât have a lot of free time either. Between caring for five children and household work, you were left to fend for yourself more often than not. You were the second eldest of your siblings.
Whether fortunately or unfortunately, you were the only one who presented as an omega. All your brothers and sisters were Alphas, which means the hammer really came down on you. Your mother made sure you knew how omegas were supposed to behave. Docile, submissive, made to cater to Alphas. It didnât matter if the world was moving away from these stereotypes. In your household, your fatherâs word was law, and that meant you had to fall in line.
You cut them off the second you turned eighteen, not that they cared. The last words your mother ever said to you were that no Alpha would put up with your demands, and you would end up alone with no mate, no pups, no family.
Whatever. You donât need a family. You would be fine on your own.
That was nearly a decade ago. You are a grown woman now, with a stable job, a cozy house, and good friends. Yes, after struggling through college with no one by your side, struggling to unravel how your familyâs beliefs had screwed with your head, you even managed to make friends. Your job is a corporate, boring desk job, but the people there are very nice and accommodating. On your first day there, you met Boo Seungkwan, a fellow omega, who welcomed you as one of his own, metaphorically taking you under his wing.
Seungkwan is unlike any omega you have ever met in your life. He is loud, he takes up space, he gets annoyed with his Alpha friends, snaps at them, even calls them names sometimes. It had shocked you when you first saw him interact with Mingyu, who sat one desk over from you. And it shocked you even more when Mingyu never once shut Seungkwan down, instead engaging in petty banter with just as much zeal. You cannot imagine your father or your brothers tolerating Seungkwanâs tone, but Mingyu took it in stride.
They both fascinated you. And you fascinated them.
Seungkwan is a naturally affectionate person. When he tried to hug you for the first time, every hair on your body stood up, every muscle turning rigid with tension. You cannot explain how it felt, like someone was slashing at your inner omega with knives, and unintentionally, you snarled from deep within your subconscious. Seungkwan nearly flew off you, eyes wide, mouth dropped open. He held his hands up to placate you as you tried to regulate your breaths.
He never touched you again.
You can list off in your head the number of times someone has touched you. Your father, never. When you started walking properly as a toddler was the last time it was your mother. You had shaken hands with teachers at graduation, both high school and college. You had accidentally bumped into people on the subway. The doctor touched you when you went in for checkups, and that was hell too, making your heart pound painfully and your skin feel like it was on fire. You donât know why youâre like that. You just are. Touching hurts. So you avoid it.
Choi Seungcheol knows exactly what it is.
He is interested in you from the second he first sees you walk into the office. You donât work in the same team. He is in finance, you are in marketing, but he sees you often because you are on good terms with Seungkwan, and Seungkwan is friends with literally everyone. He likes watching you. You are quiet, calm but witty. You can keep up with someone as hyperactive as Seungkwan quite easily, and you like ribbing on Mingyu sometimes too, who you also seem to be close with. Seungcheol wonders if there is something going on there, but then he sees Seungkwan hug you, your visceral reaction to it, and it all clicks into place.
Youâre a touch starved omega.
He has seen it once before when he was a teenager. It isnât common, and often only happens with severe neglect. It makes no sense to him. Youâre so beautiful, and the handful of times Seungcheol has been in the same vicinity as you, he has caught a whiff of your scent. Sweet like honey and flower petals. He cannot imagine that another Alpha has never been interested in you, or tried to court you. His heart aches at the thought of you being so alone for so long, and the Alpha in him wants to comfort you.
But he has to take this slow.
It is a random Thursday evening when Choi Seungcheol approaches you for the first time. You are standing outside the office building, fiddling with your phone, when a very distinctly alpha smell hits your nose. You turn your head to see him there, a mere few feet from you. He offers you a tiny smile.
âHi.â
âHi.â You recognise him. âSeungcheol?â
âThatâs me.â
Youâve seen him around the office. Youâre not sure what department, but heâs in the break room sometimes when you and Seungkwan are in there. His presence isnât loud or overwhelming like alphas often are, but thereâs a very distinct, confident air about him. He carries himself with the self assured stance of a man who is comfortable in his skin. You like people who know what they want out of life, like Seungkwan, like Seungcheol. But you never had any reason to speak to him before.
âAre you waiting for someone?â He asks.
You shake your head, holding up your phone. âJust looking for a cab. My carâs in the shop, so Iâve been commuting like this.â
He nods. âI can give you a ride home, if thatâs okay?â
You hesitate a bit. You donât want to impose on him, even though he is the one who offered. But you look down at the app again, at how youâve been looking for something not crazy expensive for the last ten minutes. You weigh your options as he waits patiently for your answer, before reluctantly nodding yes.
Seungcheolâs car smells like him, and itâs the first time his scent hits your nose strongly enough for you to decipher the notes. Cedarwood and leather. Itâs heavy, but not potent, grounded in earthly tones. Involuntarily, you feel yourself relax. That doesnât happen often when youâre among alphas. The only other one you feel remotely okay with is Mingyu.
Seungcheol makes small talk with you as he drives. None of the questions are too invasive; why your car is in the shop, how your current project is going, what are your usual plans for after work. You talk about Seungkwan, the common link between you two, and Seungcheol praises Seungkwanâs people skills, his ability to hold attention during work meetings. You conclude that you like listening to him speak. His voice is deep, kind of brassy without being grating to the ear. Itâs soft too, despite being so manly, and you wonder again how an alpha can have such a strong presence while simultaneously being so accommodating.
âThank you.â You smile at him genuinely, when he stops before your apartment complex. He nods and smiles back, and your breath catches at the little dimple that dents his cheek. Every little thing adds to his allure. You can feel the omega in you stir, and you leave the car before you can dwell on what that means.
You havenât had much luck with romance in the past. You presented later than most people your age, and by the time you came to terms with your upbringing, trying to break away from it, you were well into college. You know alphas looked at you, of course. They were alphas. Their biology meant that they would sniff out an omega. But it was never about you, specifically. Your aversion to touch worries you sometimes when it comes to finding a mate, but you are also averse to the very idea of a mate, especially after what your mother had always said. You have grown resentful of the idea that an alpha could be anything like the ones you grew up with. So you banish any thought of that from your mind.
Seungcheol starts showing up more and more in your life after that.
When he greets you in the break room and Seungkwan realizes you know each other, he insists that you all sit together, and thatâs how you end up having lunch with him every day. He always offers a taste of his food, which you politely decline, insisting he should eat. A few days of this and he starts bringing a smaller box with him, saying you can eat from it without worrying about his portions. It catches you off guard, that he sets food aside for you, but something inside you preens at the thought, and your heart beats faster when you accept the food.
Seungcheol drives you home a few more times as well, saying he lives in the same direction anyway, and you can ride with him until your car is back from being fixed. You wrack your brain on how to repay all his kindness, and you are so caught up in it that Seungkwan has to sit you down and spell it out for you.
âHeâs courting you, dumbass.â His eyes bore into you, and you blink hard a few times, trying to process his words.
âNo heâs not.â You scowl. âHeâs just being kind.â
âHeâs cooking extra food and packing it every day for an unmated omega. He is offering to drive home an unmated omega every day.â Seungkwan rolls his eyes.
You bite your lip anxiously, because putting it like that makes it so much more obvious. Is Seungcheol courting you? You have never been courted before. No wonder you didnât notice.
You fret over it for a few days. And it is on one of your rides home with him that Seungcheol finally speaks up.
âIt might not be my place to say, but you seem a little worried.â His voice is low, cautious. âIs something bothering you?â
You have been looking for an opening to bring it up with him anyway, so you try not to think about how Seungcheol guessed that youâre worried and instead ask him whatâs been on your mind.
âSeungkwan seems to believe that you areâŠ. courting me.â You try to keep your voice level as you say it, fidgeting on your seat. When he doesnât say anything for a few seconds, you feel your face burn hot.
âIâm sorry, Iâm being ridiculous.â You shake your head, trying to wave off the annoyance that you now feel at your omega friend. Curse him and his crazy, outlandish suggestions.
âWhy would it be ridiculous?â He says finally, eyes still on the road.
âWhat?â
âThe thought of someone courting you shouldnât be ridiculous.â
Your face is still burning hot. You donât know what to say to him, how to even begin unraveling why you think this way. Even Seungkwan hasnât had your trauma dumped on him yet.
Seungcheolâs car slows down in front of your building. He puts it into park and reaches the backseat for his satchel. From it, he removes a black, velvet box. He pulls it open, and you have to strangle a gasp in your mouth as you eye the glittering silver chain of the bracelet. It has a single charm on it, cherries, also silver and gleaming in the light.
âI wanted to gift this to you from the start.â He confesses. âBut I figured it would be better to start smaller. Like with food.â
Your heart is beating fast, your eyes trained on the bracelet as he removes it from the box. You donât dare look up at him. Youâre scared. He doesnât push for you to speak. Silence fills the small space between you two.
âSeungcheol, I-â You hesitate. âI have issues.â
He chuckles a bit, but not unkindly. âWe will take this as slow as you want. You call the shots. Iâm just asking for a chance to be the one to love you the way I think you deserve.â
You call the shots.
You look at him then, to find that his eyes are already on you. Dark and warm like the earth. It grounds you, and you can feel your shoulders loosen just a bit.
His fingers brush your skin just slightly as he clasps the bracelet on your wrist. Your omega stirs, restless, on guard. You donât get a wink of sleep that night.
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Seungkwan is fawning all over your courting gift the next day, nearly beside himself. Heâs flushed so red you are afraid he will explode. Mingyu is grinning ear to ear too, swaying in his chair.
âCouldnât have been anyone better.â He claims. âSeungcheolâs alpha game is on a whole other level. If anyone can wow you, itâs him.â
You donât have time to question his words, because Seungkwan starts shedding actual tears, and you have to try and console him without any physical contact. That doesnât work, of course, so Mingyu steps in. It becomes a whole thing, and before you know it, the words slip from your mind.
Seungcheol comes to your desk and asks you to have lunch with him from then onwards. Every day, you sit with him, without Seungkwan now, and he plops a warm, packed lunch in front of you. When you try to protest, he waves it away in dismissal. The omega in you loves it, you realise, being fed like this. Youâre sure thereâs something deep rooted in your primal nature that approves of being brought food, especially by an alpha that has made it clear he is interested in you.
You are curious about Seungcheol, and he indulges you in every conversation. You learn that he is the youngest of many brothers, all alphas. Heâs an athletic guy. He likes to play sports and travel. He has a small, but very loyal circle of friends. You also learn that he has liked you for a long time. It flatters you, even if you find that thought a bit unbelievable. Seungcheol asks that you tell him about yourself as well, your hobbies, your interests, and what you want for your future. He is an attentive listener, and he often lets you drone on and on without feeling any need to edit you. Your heart flutters at how his eyes soften when he looks at you. How he always maintains a distance. He never touches you, not even once. Every word of his feels like balm on your skin.
He asks you on your first date after courting you for a good two months. And he pulls out all the stops for it. Itâs romantic, but not overly so that it would freak you out. You both talk yourselves hoarse about any and every topic under the sun, and by the time he walks you to your door, your entire body is buzzing with a warm, comfortable energy.
âYouâre so different, Seungcheol.â You mumble as you lean against the doorframe. He hums inquisitively as he watches you.
âHow so?â
âYou never ask anything of me.â You watch him. âI donât understand it.â
Seungcheol sighs, staring off into space for a brief moment.
âI think people get it so wrong.â His voice is so quiet that you almost have to strain to catch it. âAlphas are supposed to be this domineering, uncontrollable, all powerful authority. But thatâs just not true. Itâs the omegas who are the heart of it. Omegas who hold everything up. An alpha is justâŠ. there to love and protect.â
He stares at his feet then, kicking them slightly.
âI know you struggle withâŠ. touch.â He continues. âI also know thatâs not your fault. Youâve been let down so many times that your omega just canât trust again. I get it.â
When he looks up, his smile is soft, whimsical almost. The dim light of the lobby frames him, makes his brown hair look lighter. âI hope that you can trust me. Not immediately. Not with all of you. But maybe just a little bit.â
When your vision gets misty, you try to blink away the tears, but that only makes them fall past your eyeline. Seungcheol reaches up, ever so slowly, to brush one away with the pad of his thumb. When his skin meets yours, it tingles. Your fingers tremble. You try not to shudder. You close your eyes, and you let his barely there touch linger. He doesnât pull away. Neither do you.
He holds your hand when he drives.
It starts with just linking his pinky with yours. But you try to take the brave step of allowing more, until your fingers are intertwining with his large, warm ones. His hand in yours feels like an anchor preventing you from floating away. Your omega preens, licks over old wounds, and you try not to think about how good the simple act of holding hands feels. You feel like a teenager, feeling so giddy over just holding hands, but when you see Seungcheol try to tamp down a smile, you let yourself feel this happiness.
He likes placing his hand on your lower back when you walk with him, a silent sign of him being there, someone you can rely on. The first time he scents you, itâs a very cautious brush of his wrist against yours. It makes something uncomfortable zip through your skin, and he doesnât try it again. But then you miss it, the feeling of him making you just a little bit his, and you shyly brush your wrist over his by yourself during one movie night. He lets you, doesnât rush, doesnât stop you. He lets you run your wrist over his until you are satisfied that a part of you smells like him and a part of him smells like you.
Your heat hits the week after that.
Itâs more painful this time, since your omega recognizes a specific alpha, knows that there is a potential partner out there who can give you a knot. You cry through it for one night and one day, but then you break, your mind muddled, and you call Seungcheol between broken sobs. His voice only makes you cry more as he tries to placate you over the phone. He knows your omega is being unreasonable. Thereâs a good chance that you wonât be able to handle it anyway. When he hangs up, you almost fall apart.
You hear knocking on your door an hour later, and your heat-addled brain is convinced that itâs Seungcheol. When you see a random stranger there, an omega at that, your face crumples.
âI come bearing gifts.â The man says with a grin, holding up a large canvas bag. Its familiar scent hits you hard, cedarwood and leather, and you snatch the bag from him. When you open it, you find heaps and heaps of Seungcheolâs clothing. Shirts, sweaters, flannels, and by the smell of them, it is anything he has worn in the last few days. You preen at the scent, shoving your nose into the cloth. It calms you down, you can feel your cramps give way for the first time in hours, and you look up gratefully at the stranger who saved you at a time like this.
His name is Jeonghan, and you remember him from Seungcheolâs stories. You recognise him too, from pictures youâve seen, now that you arenât delirious with pain. Jeonghan helps you get back in bed and helps arrange all of Seungcheolâs clothes in your nest. He cooks while you rest, making a good few portions of nutritious, easily heated up stew that will last you for the rest of your heat. He tells you how worried Seungcheol is, how badly he wishes he could be there, and that he hopes his scent can hold you over enough to get you through this. He ends up being right, because after three more slightly less painful nights, your heat finally breaks.
Youâre embarrassed when you see Seungcheol next, but he doesnât seem to mind at all. He assures you that itâs perfectly normal, and he is even flattered that your omega trusts him enough to want his help during your heat. He asks if the clothes helped, and you thank him for them.
ââM not giving them back though.â You pout. He only laughs heartily.
âI will give you all of them, sweetheart. Just ask.â
Your heart flutters. Your omega purrs, satisfied.
You go over the events of the heat in the following days once itâs over, how badly you wanted him there, how difficult it was to live off his scent alone, especially as it kept fading from his clothes day after day. When he is sprawled on your couch the next Saturday, you finally ask him to scent you.
His eyes go wide, flitting between yours, as if trying to decipher your state of mind.
âAre you sure?â He sits up, forgetting the TV completely. âYou have to think about it. Scenting isâŠ.. very intimate.â
You nod. âI have thought about it, Cheol. If I didnât want it, I wouldnât ask.â
He only hesitates for a moment longer, nodding. âOkay.â
You donât know what to do with yourself as he turns to face you properly. Your heart is beating fast already, and you play with your fingers, trying to calm down. He must notice, because he reaches for your hands, gently holding them between his own.
âDeep breaths.â He instructs you. âEverything is okay.â
His voice has a deep, calming timbre to it, and you feel yourself soften slightly at his words. This is happening. You are trusting an alpha to invade your most sensitive sense. Despite how nervous you are, you think of the comfort it will bring.
âCan we do it in my nest?â
That catches him by surprise too. Thatâs two in one day, and if you werenât so anxious, you would find it a bit comical. But he nods, and you notice how eager it is. Your heart squeezes a bit, and you realise that Seungcheol really has gone so long without acting on his very base instincts of touching and scenting you. His alpha must be restless beyond belief at this point.
Five minutes later, youâre lying on your bed, surrounded by a carefully organized mess of clothes that youâve built into the perfect nest. You have lots of pieces of clothing in there, and you can see Seungcheolâs nose twitch a bit in annoyance when he catches the scent of another alpha, zeroing in on the wool scarf that once belonged to Mingyu. Itâs common knowledge that an omega will create nests from the clothes of any person they find comfort in. You have things from Seungkwan in there too, but they are nothing compared to the huge piles of clothes that belong to Seungcheol, and that placates him a little. He knows that if and when he mates you, he is going to shred Mingyuâs scarf into a million pieces. Until then, you can have it.
He hovers over you, making sure he isnât crowding you too much. You look more at home here, more at ease, and he wants to think itâs because you are surrounded by his scent. The alpha in his growls deep, satisfied, seeing who he already deems as his omega lying like this between clothes that belong to and smell like him. Your chest rises in a deep inhale before the air leaves you in a long whoosh.
He starts with leaning down to nuzzle against your cheek. You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side and up. You can practically feel how shaky his breath is as you present yourself to him like this, and you marvel at his restraint once again. Your hands clench into fists, and you feel a surge of need in you again.
âCheolie.â You rasp.
âIâm here.â His breath hits your neck and you shiver at the feeling. Then he leans down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, just over your scent gland. He exhales on it carefully, and itâs warm against your skin. You bite your lower lip hard.
His tongue is tentative as it licks over the now swollen, needy gland. He keeps doing that for a couple of minutes, little kitten licks that relax your limbs the more he swipes over the area. He breathes out again, his breath mixing with the pheromones now coming off you in waves. He leans lower, closer to you, his elbows on either side of your head, before finally latching his lips over your skin to give in a soft suck.
Your back arches involuntarily, pleasure zipping through you. You know your scent is thickening with your arousal, and so is Seungcheolâs. The heady mix of both of them is making your head spin a bit. Seungcheol alternates between licks and sucks, making sure to cover the skin around your glands with his spit too. It feels deliciously territorial, a side of him you have experienced only fleetingly when he places a hand firmly on your waist, or when an alpha gets a bit too close and he stares them down. You wonder about it, about how badly he is holding himself back from pummeling another alpha into the ground when he gets too close. Mingyu has mentioned it a few times, that Seungcheolâs scent sours when he feels jealous. You want to see more of it. You want him to claim you as his.
Itâs the first time you feel the need to be claimed, and it makes you whimper. Seungcheol hums into your neck.
âFeel good?â His voice has dropped a few octaves, and the low grunt makes something zip down your core. You barely managed a jerky nod.
âYes, Alpha.â
The title makes him bristle pleasantly, and he doubles his efforts at making sure your scent glands are bathed in him. He keeps going for what feels like hours. When you walk into the office the next day, Seungkwanâs nose scrunches up, claiming he would confuse you with a mated omega if you reeked even a little bit more.
You get addicted to the feeling of Seungcheol scenting you. And he is more than happy to provide. Every morning, he grips your waist tight, lapping over your neck before you walk into work, making sure everyone in the building knows that you have an alpha you can call your own. He whispers to you how delicious you smell when your scent is mixed with his, how good it makes his alpha feel. You are shy about it still, but he loves it when you carefully and hesitantly kiss over his own scent glands. You donât know why he would want your scent, but he claims he wants it just as bad, says he is as much yours as you are his.
By the time your next heat rolls around, you are sure you want Seungcheol to spend it with you.
Heâs hesitant, naturally. You two have come a long way, but helping you in heat is basically the final step. The end of the line. Thereâs no coming back from something as intimate as that, and he worries. You know he is only looking out for you, but you also know yourself. Thereâs no way you can make it through this heat without him now. He could drench his clothes in buckets of his sweat and it still wouldnât replace the feeling of his lips suckling on your glands, his hands running slowly over your waist. You need him there, and you tell him as much.
Seungcheol takes the preparation during your pre-heat very seriously. He asks for time off for both of you, essentially solidifying in the office what is going to happen. Seungkwan is shameless about it as he teases you, but you whack him upside the head with a thick folder and that shuts him up. Seungcheol shows up at your place with a large bag of his essentials. Anything he will need, some groceries he picked up along the way, and more of his clothes. At this point, you wonder if he has anything left in his closet at all.
He cooks and portions meals for you. He stashes protein bars, electrolyte packets, and a case of water bottles in your room. He doesnât let you move, telling you to rest as much as you can because youâll be needing your strength when the heat hits. His implication makes you flush, and you wonder how it will feel. You watch him putter around your room from where you lay in your nest, making sure everything is accessible to him. Youâve never taken a knot before. If you think back to before you met Seungcheol, the very thought of one would repulse you. But as you ponder about it now, him naked over you, skin to skin, shoving the swollen base of his cock inside you, you canât help but think of how good it will feel.
Seungcheol, as in tune with you as he is, can smell the shift in your scent. He gives you a tiny smile, heavy with understanding.
âAre you still with me, omega?â He asks, leaning over to run a cool hand over the heated skin of your forehead. You hum. Your eyelids feel heavy, and it takes a lot of strength to keep them open. Seungcheol places his hand over your eyes to keep them closed.
âTry and sleep. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
You listen to his words without a second thought. It seems your brain is already shutting down, depending on him to tell you what to do. Your nap is short lived and fitful, and when you wake up again, you are breathing heavily. Your shirt is already sticking to your back. Eyes only half open, vision unfocused, you paw at the shirt, trying to lift your heavy arms so you can pull it off.
âHere. Let me.â His voice cuts through the haze. You can feel his hands, still cooler than your body temperature, grip your shirt so he can tug it off you. Cool air hits you, and you wonder if he has turned the thermostat down to better cater to your needs.
âBetter?â
You hum, turning towards the sound. You blink furiously until your vision is clear enough to see his head of thick brown hair to your right. You reach for him.
âAlpha.â Your voice trembles, and a painful cramp shoots through your lower stomach. You wince. Seungcheol is on top of you immediately, leaning down to bite gently on your scent gland, as if coaxing your omega to calm down. It listens, settling a bit.
âIâm here.â His weight on you feels heavenly. You can feel your muscles relax. But the cramp persists. âTell me what you need.â
âI donât-â You almost cry out as you feel the cramp sharpen. âI donât know. Alpha, please-â
He shushes you, hands dipping into the waistband of your shorts until he is tugging them off. They stick to your crotch like skin, leaving wet strings as they part from you. Your inner thighs are already drenched. Seungcheol had noticed as you slept, but he didnât want to wake you. The more you are turned on, the easier it will be to make you cum multiple times, and the quicker your heat will break in the long run.
He doesnât wait before he reaches down, carefully rubbing the pads of his fingers over your swollen clit. You gasp and jerk at the feeling, and Seungcheol uses that moment to dip two fingers inside your desperately clenched opening. Your eyes nearly roll up at the feeling, and you donât hold back your satisfied sigh. It encourages him to sink in to the last knuckle, feeling almost no resistance as your body stretches to accommodate him. All that courting, that dating, that scenting, it may have been slow as hell, near torture for him, but it seems that by now, every cell in your body is moulded to recognise him. He watches you arch into him, your legs spreading more, your pussy greedily sucking his fingers in, and he marvels at how pliant you are under him. You have truly given all of yourself to him, and he takes that as a great responsibility. Youâre his omega, bite or not, and he will make sure you are heavy with his pups by the time you leave this nest.
Fuck. Maybe your heat is making him delirious too. His alpha is rearing to knot you. But he needs to prep you first.
You cum on his fingers twice before he even thinks about putting his cock in you. He coaxes each orgasm out of you with the expert curl of his fingers, his lips at your ear, whispering praises that seem to reverberate in your skull about how good you are, the perfect little omega for him, how much he loves your tiny little pussy, how much he loves taking care of you like this, how badly he wants to give you his knot. Youâre sobbing by the time he is lining his tip against your entrance, cheeks drenched in heavy tears, still so turned on despite already cumming twice, and when he penetrates you, sinks into you in one fell swoop, you lock around him and cum hard for the third time. He groans, long and low, struggling against the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, watching you writhe under him.
âGood girl.â He coos, voice so gravelly and deep that you could cum again just hearing him talk. âSo good for me. So perfect.â
Youâre lightheaded, the air feels like cotton pressing into your skin. Your limbs have no power, and you are surprised you can even spread your legs for Seungcheol. Just his massive cock sinking into you is enough to drive you up the wall, and when he finally starts moving, you wail.
Seungcheol encourages you every step of the way. He coaxes you to talk through the rough pounding, even if your words are incoherent and choppy. You babble on about how good his cock feels, how badly you want his knot and his cum. Every sound from you seems to rile him up even more. When you keen, your omega whining long and high pitched in the depths of your chest, it only spurs him on. He fucks you through another orgasm before the base of his cock finally starts to swell, and at the promise of a knot, you writhe desperately.
He shoves himself inside you, knot swelling and locking inside your weeping pussy as he groans and finally cums, flooding your insides with his seed. Tingles run over your skin, through your very bones, as the desperate, primal creature inside you settles, finally sedated, finally happy. Seungcheolâs torso undulates over you, bare skin to bare skin, prolonging his own high so he can dump more of his load inside you. He is shiny with sweat and exertion, and you admire him as the fog in your head lifts. His hair falls over his eyes, and his lips are pretty pink from being bitten raw. You pull him down by his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck, nibbling on the skin. He hums and lets you stake your claim on him.
âBetter?â
You nod, allowing him to pull you both so you are lying on your sides, waiting for the knot to go down. Your muscles feel muted, like someone flipped a switch inside you. By the time Seungcheolâs knot goes down, you are almost half asleep. He tries his best to make you stay awake long enough to down a bottle of water and a protein bar, promising you food when you wake up next, tucking you carefully into your nest.
The next few days are bliss.
You never associated heats with anything good before. They were always painful experiences, a flurry of cramps and dizziness, like a trial you had to get through. But Seungcheol flips the script around. He pumps you full whenever you ask for it, knot after knot, until you are so satisfied that you canât think straight, canât even speak right. You are covered, inside and out, with him. He litters your body with his marks, tongue and teeth working overtime to make sure that no part of you is unblemished. He feeds you during your lucid intervals, bathes you when he can, then fucks another knot into you until you are tuckered out again. When day four hits, your heat finally breaks, and you are more grateful for him than you are for yourself. You canât imagine itâs easy to keep up with you.
âAre you kidding?â He grins, stretching out beside you in your nest. âYouâre a dream. I couldnât have asked for a better omega. You were so perfect for me, every single day of your heat.â
You flush at the praise. It somehow hits even harder than the words he whispered while driving his cock into you in the throes of heat. He nuzzles your neck, sighing and relaxing beside you, licking over your scent gland. Thereâs no need for that. You reek of him anyway. But you let him do it, dreaming of the day his teeth break the barrier of your skin there, making you his permanently.
You hope that day comes quicker.
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