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He didn’t miss the Professor’s wrath when he arrived late. His classmates just stared at him, since it was an odd occurrence. JinYoung had never arrived late before. Earlier in the morning, the young alpha decided to heat up some food for JaeBum. When he checked in on the omega, his shirt was already tossed to the corner and JaeBum’s milky white back view hit his vision like a blinding sun. JinYoung felt the quick hardening of his cock. He tried to wake JaeBum up, but the omega just moaned lazily and went back to sleep. JinYoung didn’t linger. He told JaeBum to eat breakfast once he wakes up and immediately exited the room. JinYoung rubbed himself two more times before eventually washing up again and left his flat 15 minutes before the morning class started. Lucky for him, the Professor still lets him join the class.
“You look like shit, dude,” Jackson approaches him as soon as the class ends. JinYoung doesn’t have the energy to respond. He needs to sleep. He’d originally planned to take a nap at the library for an hour before going back home, but now that Jackson’s here he knows it’s not gonna happen. JinYoung gathers his books and shoves them inside his backpack, strapping it over his shoulder and exits the classroom, heading to the library. Jackson follows him like a puppy.
Surprisingly for JinYoung, Jackson doesn’t insist him to answer. Instead, he keeps following JinYoung in silence to the library. There’s not many people in the library at this hour, so JinYoung finds the furthest corner and sits on one of the cubicle. Jackson sits on the cubicle right next to him, saying nothing. But he keeps staring at JinYoung.
“I didn’t get any sleep last night,” JinYoung mutters with a sigh when Jackson’s still staring at him for another minute.
“Gee, with dark circles like that ANYONE can tell. What’s wrong?”
JinYoung rubs his eyes, and that only makes him even sleepier. “JaeBum crashed at my room last night,” JinYoung carefully says.
Jackson squints his eyes slightly. “And?”
“His cycle comes.”
“What cycle?” JinYoung doesn’t answer, but Jackson can guess. “Heat cycle? Oh wow dude, is that why you’re late to class? You two finally sort your feelings out and fuck your brains out ‘til morning?”
JinYoung winces. “No, not like that. It… wasn’t like that.”
Jackson gasps. “Don’t tell me you engage in a non-consensual sex with JaeBum!”
“What?”
“Did you rape him or did you not?” Jackson grabs JinYoung by the collar.
“What are you talking about?!” JinYoung brushes Jackson’s hands off him and tidy up his collar. “Do you really think I’ll do that?!”
“You’re right. That’s unlikely. What happened then?” Jackson settles back to his seat.
“Nothing! I slept on the couch,” JinYoung crosses his arms on the table and rests his chin atop it.
“That really doesn’t sound convincing at all. I won’t buy if you tell me you’re late because you overslept in that very uncomfortable couch,” Jackson crosses his arms and cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh come on! What do you think happens to alphas when an omega in heat is sleeping in a room next to you, emitting all those goddamn pheromones, Jackson?!”
“Sshhh!” He heard complaints from the other side of the room. Thank God there wasn’t anyone near his seat JinYoung would’ve been asked to leave.
Jackson just sits there and stares at JinYoung until realization hits him. “Oh.” He winces, “Oh, dude. That’s, I’m sorry. That’s...”
“Pathetic,” JinYoung says before burying his face on his arms.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you can’t blame yourself. It’s just how physiology works. But I don’t think this can go on any longer, dude. You do understand how heat works, right? Spending it alone will just be miserable for JaeBum.”
“Of course I know that! And you know exactly why I haven’t done anything with him. Yesterday he told me that HyunWoo came to Architecture Building just so he can court JaeBum. How do I compete with that? JaeBum might like him back, or playing hard to get for all I know. Fuck, he might even flirt back in no time.”
Jackson delivers a quick slap on top of JinYoung’s head. JinYoung screams, gaining another collective ‘Shhh” from the other side of the library. JinYoung immediately zips his lips and tries to get back at Jackson, but the latter is quick to avoid. “What was that for?”
Jackson sighs. For a really smart student, JinYoung can be such an idiot. He’d been pushing JinYoung to make a move on JaeBum ever since freshmen year. The younger doesn’t seem to listen. Jackson swears watching the two of them unconsciously flirting with each other is the most painful thing he’d witness.
“You know damn well what it’s for. JinYoung, I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but JaeBum doesn’t like HyunWoo. He likes you. Why do you think he spends most of his time with you? Everyone can literally smell you on him! Why do you think he rejected those alphas hitting on him? Heck he even came to your room when he’s in heat. If that doesn’t ring a bell in your head I think you should have a brain scan,” Jackson shakes his head, saying this for the one hundredth time.
“But HyunWoo…”
“Makes a move on him because you take too long to lay your claim,” Jackson cuts in. “Listen, dude. Stop worrying. I can guarantee that he’s not going to reject if you ever decide to court him. No way that’s going to happen,” Jackson says grabbing onto JinYoung’s shoulders. “Don’t let him wait for too long.” Jackson says one last time before getting up and leaves the library.
It’s like a switch inside JinYoung’s brain finally clicks. He doesn’t know what triggers it. Maybe it’s the way Jackson’s so sure that JaeBum likes him back? Maybe it’s because Jackson said other alphas make their moves on JaeBum because he takes too long to claim JaeBum? One thing’s for sure, JinYoung finally realizes how much of a coward he’d been all this time. Damn if he’s going to be rejected. He needs to at least tell JaeBum about his feelings. JinYoung stands up and pulls on his backpack, slinging one strap over his shoulder and walks out the library in a quick pace, before running back home.
When JinYoung reaches his front door, JaeBum’s scent is still as strong as when he left. JinYoung can feel his lust building inside of him. He fishes the key out of his right pocket and tries to unlock the door. He clumsily tries to unlock the door. His hands are shaking, but he eventually manages to unlock the door. Was it locked in the first place, JinYoung isn’t even sure. He takes a deep breath before quickly opening the door and makes his way inside. He can see from the living room, the breakfast he made this morning is left untouched on the dining table.
He walks towards his bedroom, surprised to see the door slightly ajar. When he peeked in, he can’t see JaeBum on his bed. Panic ensues inside JinYoung’s brain and he pushes the door hard, confirming JaeBum’s not on the bed. The alpha scans the room and finds the messy bed sheet crumpled into a giant bundle on the corner of his bed. Something’s strange. It has a darker color on staining some of it. JinYoung takes a closer look and notices that it’s soaked. Maybe JaeBum spilled something, or–
“Shit!” JaeBum might have leaked on his bed. It only takes that realization for JinYoung’s cock to strain painfully inside his jeans. But he’s fully aware that it’s not time to think about that. He heard a soft sob coming from the en-suite bathroom and quickly make a run for it. The door’s locked and JaeBum’s sob disappears when he twists the door knob.
“JaeBum?” JinYoung says knocking against the door as gently as he can. JinYoung hears a few stuffs falling, most likely from the table top where he stacks his toiletries. Then the door unlocks from the inside. JinYoung lets out a sigh, not even realizing he was holding his breath. “JaeBum, I’m coming in, okay?”
JinYoung opens the door slowly, the sobs are audible once again, only it becomes strangled with periodic sharp breathing. JaeBum was on the floor, and a bunch of candles – scented candles – are scattered around him, safe for one which is shoved inside his ass. JInYoung thought he’d lose all control at that moment, because JaeBum looks very vulnerable and very inviting. The scent of flowers surrounding the omega is so strong, JinYoung can taste it in his tongue.
“JinYoung,” a soft call from JaeBum grounds JinYoung. The alpha can see how red JaeBum’s face is and that the drying tears had left a trace on his cheeks. JinYoung’s eyes trail back to the candle, and JaeBum instinctively tries to cover it with both his palms.
JinYoung walks up to him and gently puts his palm against the omega’s burning skin. JaeBum turns to look at JinYoung, who’s squatting down before him. “I’m sorry,” JaeBum says. And JinYoung’s heart break at that.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I messed up your bathroom,” JaeBum says weakly.
“Don’t worry about it,” JinYoung leans closer and pulls JaeBum on a gentle embrace, the omega immediately buries his face on JinYoung’s neck, JinYoung can literally hear him taking a deep inhale of JinYoung’s scent. The alpha does the same. His rests his chin atop JaeBum’s hair and he has to bite his inner cheek to stop himself from burying his face on the crown of JaeBum’s head. JinYoung’s actually surprised at how well he assert control over himself right now, because every single cell in his brain is screaming for him to claim JaeBum right then and there.
JinYoung slowly breaks away from contact, but JaeBum was quite reluctant to let him go, so he kept the omega close to his body. “Come on, let’s move you to bed. It’s cold in here,” JinYoung says, before circling his arms below JaeBum’s legs and behind his back.
“Wait!” JaeBum stops him. JinYoung gently releases his grip on JaeBum’s calves.
The omega reaches for the candles stuck inside him and pulls it out quickly, letting out a sharp pant along the process and a glob of lube seeps to the floor. JaeBum instinctively closed his legs again and looks up at JinYoung. JaeBum looks really embarrassed, so JinYoung looks away not wanting to add humiliation to JaeBum. The alpha then wraps his arms around JaeBum and lifts him up and carries him to the bed. JaeBum immediately wraps his arms around JinYoung’s neck and positions his head on JinYoung’s clavicle, breathing heavily.
JinYoung lays him down gently on the bed. JaeBum’s left hand grips tightly on JinYoung’s arm, not letting him get further from the omega. Eyebrows frowning slightly, as if telling JinYoung not to leave. And JinYoung is bewitched by those dark orbs, drowned in the longing visible from the stares. JinYoung feels the itch on his throat and gulps.
“JaeBum, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to hold myself back if I’m around you any longer,” JinYoung says.
And JaeBum’s grip on JinYoung’s arm loosen. “Then don’t hold back,” JaeBum leans back to the bed and bares his neck to the alpha.
And JinYoung gives in. Just like that, completely gives in to the scent that’s been driving him crazy since JaeBum first presented. The alpha wastes no more time and dive to the beautiful neck of JaeBum, taking a sniff before biting at the pulse point, not gently, but not deep enough to inflict an incision. JaeBum moans softly to his ear and JinYoung loves it. He loves the sound of it so much. The alpha quickly seizes JaeBum’s lower lip and sucks it hard, gives a little bite before releasing it and kisses back, this time with tongue.
JaeBum responds desperately. He’d been so deprived of alpha’s scent, JinYoung’s scent, for the last couple of cycle. And each time it gets more and more unbearable. This time, however, JinYoung’s close. Very close. And the pine scent the alpha emits is grounding him; calms him. He wants more of it. More of JinYoung’s scent, more of JinYoung’s touch, more of JinYoung’s body heat, more of his kiss and God his lips are probably bruising from that rough kiss but he can’t help but want more. He wants JinYoung all to himself. He’s been waiting forever and whatever JinYoung’s giving him isn’t enough.
JaeBum instinctively bucks his hips up, searching for more friction to his hard member. JinYoung notices that and breaks away from the kiss. “Off,” JaeBum says, clawing at JinYoung’s shirt. The alpha pulled the shirt up so quick he almost tore it. JaeBum watches as JinYoung unzips the bulging jeans and the alpha’s big cock springs before him. He wants to feel it on his grip, wants to give it a lick and taste it, try if he can fit it in his mouth. Maybe if he practices enough he can try deepthroat it. But there’s something more urgent than all of that. JaeBum needs it where he’s most aching.
The omega lifts his legs up and spread it apart, revealing wet pink hole clenching tightly, squirting a glob of lubricant, trailing down his hole and wetting the surrounding skin. Hot air is pulled from JinYoung’s throat as he watches.
JinYoung watches in awe, almost going for it right away, but glad because he’s able to stop himself from doing so. He looks at JaeBum’s flushing face before speaking up, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” JaeBum says hoarsely, eyes half-lidded. “I didn’t think you’d be back,” JaeBum says in a whisper.
JaeBum’s words make JinYoung groan. He reaches for JaeBum’s neck and brought him upright, closer to the alpha before pulling him in an embrace. That’s the first for them. Not the hug, but JinYoung initiating it. “JinYoung, please” he hears the omega moan. “It’s getting more painful. I need you.” JinYoung can hear the hint of panic in JaeBum’s voice.
“Do you really want me to be the one?” There. The one question he’d been dying to ask. The one question he’d been dying to get an answer to. And JinYoung had heard the answer, just not from JaeBum himself.
“JinYoung… That’s a stupid question,” JaeBum avoids shyly.
“I need you to say it, JaeBum. I need to know for sure.”
JaeBum places a hand on JinYoung’s chest and put some distance between them. He looks at JinYoung with a frown, lips wet and cheeks flushing red. “Of course I do,” JaeBum says. “You’re always the one. I thought you already know that,” he drops his hand from JinYoung’s chest to his thigh.
“Jackson’s right. I’m an idiot after all. I never thought you’d actually want me.” JinYoung grabs JaeBum’s chin and brings their faces together. Lips interlocking and bodies pressing against each other. JaeBum feels hot against his skin and this time, JinYoung pressing the omega against the bed, before pulling away and went down on him.
JaeBum’s back arches as JinYoung peppers his body with light kisses down, down, and down to his hard cock. JinYoung doesn’t hesitate taking JaeBum’s cock in his mouth. He sucks once, twice, and hears a loud moan as JaeBum comes in his mouth. He’s not sure whether it’s because of the heat or because JaeBum’s just that sensitive. But seeing the omega trembling with pleasure, moaning non-stop brings pride in his chest. He wants to just shove his cock inside JaeBum and breed him senseless, but he’s better than that. JaeBum deserves more than that. It’s their first time and he wants it to not just be mad fucking.
Although he knows JaeBum probably only wants nothing more than his cock in him right now, he still need to be careful not to hurt him. So the alpha gently spreads JaeBum’s thighs and presses one finger against the soaked rim. JaeBum arches his back with a loud whimper. It’s loose and wet. JinYoung presses two digits at once and JaeBum’s thighs are trembling.
“Is it too much?” JinYoung asks concerned.
“JinYoung, please,” JaeBum reaches for JinYoung’s wrist. “I can take it, please. I really need you.” The hand holding his wrist is trembling.
“Don’t worry baby, it won’t take long. Please wait a little more.”
JinYoung continues making a scissoring motion for a while before inserting another digit. JaeBum takes it very well. His fingers are sliding in and out very smoothly. “I can’t take it anymore, please,” JaeBum breathes out.
JinYoung understands and he tugs on JaeBum’s hips, placing the omega’s thighs against his own before adjusting on his knees. JaeBum’s face is red from the heat and it’s glistening from the sweat. JinYoung’s eyes travel down to JaeBum’s cock. It’s red, almost purple even. JinYoung almost lost it when the omega purposely grinds his hips against JinYoung’s throbbing member. JinYoung lets his member rubs against the rim, maintaining the contact bare minimum.
This is also a first for him. JaeBum spread under him, moaning from the slightest contact with him. The way he pushes his ass closer to JinYoung’s cock to get more friction and how JaeBum’s fingers are curling against the pillow under his head.
JinYoung wants to flip him over. Wants to slap JaeBum’s fat ass until it’s burning red like his cock. He wants to pound into that pink hole until it bleeds as he cry with each thrust. But that can wait. He wants to see JaeBum coming from his cock for the first time. The rest can follow.
JinYoung holds his raging hard cock in hand, gives it a couple of strokes before guiding it to JaeBum’s entrance. When the head sinks in, it’s even better than what he’d imagined before. JaeBum’s really tight and wet. The warmth that envelops him almost makes him lose balance. JaeBum whines when JinYoung pushes his cock deeper. The friction makes his brain stops functioning for a moment.
“Fuck! Baby, you’re so tight,” JinYoung says, holding both of JaeBum’s legs and places it on top of his shoulders. When he starts moving, JaeBum’s slick passage makes it hard for him to control his speed. But he doesn’t hear JaeBum complain, so he keeps thrusting at full speed, JaeBum’s walls massaging his cock tightly.
“Hnnggh,” JaeBum moans loudly, clawing at anything within reach. “I’m gonna come,” JaeBum chokes out
“That’s okay, baby, come for me,” JinYoung makes sure he maintained his speed as JaeBum calls out his name, watches white ribbons shoots up from his cock. The sight alone makes something build from within him. JinYoung can feel his knot started to grow.
“JaeBum… knot… can I knot you?” The alpha asks in between heavy breathing.
JaeBum doesn’t say anything at first. His face changes a bit and JinYoung interprets it as hesitance. But what immediately follow is JaeBum nodding his head before clawing tighter at the bed. JinYoung waits until there’s that tingling build up signalling him he’s close before he let loose and let his knot grow. There’s a pained groan from below him and JinYoung knows it probably hurts JaeBum; the omega feels significantly tighter and it brings JinYoung to the edge. JinYoung clenches his fist onto JaeBum’s calves, pleasure hits him in waves. The sound coming from his lower abdomen fills the room as he rides his orgasm.
This is different from orgasm by hand, for sure, but JinYoung never expected for it to be so overwhelming. He always wondered how it’d feel to knot an omega, and from the information he gathered from porn, he’d imagined it to be amazing. But amazing isn’t the word that comes to his mind. Well, not that he would be able to conjure a decent thought inside his mind, now that his knot is deep inside JaeBum.