I was thinking about an idea for an ABO inhun, I shared it with @4rch1v1stmiuzzz and she encouraged me to post it 🥺🫶
Here's the thing: as always, there's scent kink. But there's a specific situation.
As we already know, there are areas where the scent is stronger, such as the neck (the glands) and the wrist. But "smell" also influences taste, after all, it is often said that, for example, the pussy, dick, or even the anus would taste like the partner.
BUT
Now, although there is smell and taste, it is mixed with the musk scent, the natural body odor. And alphas who already have omegas claimed by their bite have a way of dominating them, in the most primitive way possible, the last strategy for stubborn omegas:
Forcing them to smell their cocks.
Here, In-ho keeps Gi-hun for himself. He has already bitten him, but even with the bite, the omega is stubborn, quarrelsome, and swears a lot. Not even in sex does he submit, he even fights against his own orgasm. And he is so proud that even in heat he resists until he almost faints from pain and fever, before In-ho fucks him by force. And In-ho is fed up.
Canonically, he likes psychology. He reads some books. And in one of his readings, an excerpt explains the psychological effects of this phenomenon: the smell of a partner's intimate area arouses a much more animalistic instinct, which moves away from the idea of rationality, shame, and pride. All that exists is the desire for the other, like a temporary hypnosis, even a drug. It is a phenomenon more commonly observed in omegas, as alphas, for social reasons, do not repress their desires. In ancient times, this became a form of domination for omegas, a problem that continues to this day. In fact, there are reports of alphas who keep their omegas hypnotized 100% of the time, drowning them in scent, submissive, docile, and always ready.
In-ho immediately knows what to do.
That night, when he forces Gi-hun to kneel, the plan was already formed in his head. Although skeptical, his research had duly informed him what to do and how an omega's brain would react. In any case, if it didn't work, marking Gi-hun's face with his scent was convincing enough.
A smile formed on his lips when he saw the other kneel. He is genuinely happy that Gi-hun is already more obedient after so many months, even though he still looks at him with blood in his eyes.
It doesn't matter. If all goes well, at least for one night, he will have put the omega in his place.
In-ho unzipped his pants and slowly pulled them down, enjoying the older man's pride in not looking away from his eyes, refusing to look. Oh, Gi-hun...
Leaving him only in his underwear, he kept his hand on the omega's neck, keeping him still. Forced to watch what awaited him
However, Gi-hun has no idea.
Instead of taking off his boxers, In-ho, in one swift movement, forces the former winner's face against his bulge. The impact hurts, but soon fits, as if Gi-hun was meant to be there.
The omega is surprised, of course. The agitation begins, a weak attempt to fight and pull away, irritated by the new humiliation. Still innocent about what will happen
In-ho holds him tight, however, excited by the friction against his bulge, he feels his member already leaking pre-cum. Good. It makes the smell stronger.
With a slightly awkward movement, he passed his leg behind Gi-hun's head, quickly removing his hand from the omega's already long hair. The older man was trapped there, the strength of In-ho's legs forcing his face even further against the bulge, his nose already disappeared by In-ho's angle. The black eyes stared at him with anger, a recognized fury. If Gi-hun could, he would be uttering countless swear words.
His cheeks were red, his face so sunken that he could feel the texture of the veins against his cheek, the subtle moisture on the fabric, from pre-cum, near his ear, the heat emanating from his testicles against his lips. His nose sank perfectly into the junction between his fleshy body and the top of his balls. And the smell was...
An explosion.
It's a mixture of In-ho's characteristic smell, whiskey, saffron, leather; of course. But there was also something else. It's not the same as smelling whiskey and remembering the alpha, no. There was a deeper, more distinctive smell, a musk, a bittersweet and salty aroma that attracts, that makes you want more. Something in his belly churns, each breath passes from his nostrils to his brain, leaving him increasingly foggy, hot, thirsty. A need he didn't even know existed.
Gi-hun, without realizing it, pushes his face closer to the area, inhaling harder, panting, seeking more. He doesn't know why he's doing this, he doesn't understand why he's subjecting himself to the humiliation of smelling his enemy's member, how this humiliation doesn't burn him with revulsion, but rather attraction, as if he wanted more, demanded it. As if he belonged there, to that cock, to that alpha.
He needs more. Now.
When In-ho notices Gi-hun's tense muscles relaxing, and his nose pushing forward of its own accord. He finally pulls down his underwear, revealing his cock and balls to Gi-hun.
The fury that gnawed at In-ho's chest, at not having known about this phenomenon earlier and not being able to enjoy his omega, dissipates with the deep shiver he feels at the first contact of Gi-hun's nose against his naked member. Each breath made him grip the arm of the chair tighter, a mixture of tickling and overwhelming excitement at seeing the former winner, Seong Gi-hun, seeking his scent in the most intimate place.
The room takes on a sweet smell, which In-ho barely notices. He had already grown accustomed to the smell of burnt sugar from Gi-hun's irritation. His cock throbbed against Gi-hun's cheek, drops of precum staining his waves.
The omega moved away a few inches, looking at the member inches from his face, but before In-ho could push him back to continue his work, the stubborn omega was quicker.
The alpha gasped as he felt Gi-hun's nose touch the shaft of his cock, inhaling deeply. His lips parted dumbly, a droplet of saliva dripping from the corner. In-ho could almost see the pink shadow of that tongue present in his wildest dreams since 2021.
Something changed from then on. Gi-hun immediately returned to sniffing, no longer cautiously, like a curious kitten, but like a desperate dog, shame crushed by pleasure, by the overwhelming feeling of need, his inner omega screaming for his alpha, the satisfaction of being on his knees, serving him, smelling him, giving him pleasure. The simple contact of the warm, throbbing member against his face, the characteristic musky scent of In-ho, his alpha. Alpha.
He needs his Alpha. He just didn't know it yet, the dumb that he is.
It's good that his Alpha makes decisions for him, he knows what to do. He always knew. This is Gi-hun's place. He was born to be right there.
When the omega's soft tongue traced one of his veins to the glans, In-ho knew the night had begun.
