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In Baekhyun’s mind some types were suited to certain roles. For example, betas who wore tight fitting suits were made for offices and managers, and omegas who had an eye for make-up were destined for theatre. Alphas who doted on their other halves, tied to be husbands- and those who didn’t... maybe lumberjacks? He didn’t care too much for Alphas.
But Omegas with itty bitty waists like his and voluptuous thighs were made for porn.
Hence, why he was sat cross legged, watching the hustle around him as people navigated the crew and put together the elaborate hotel room-esque set. He wondered which lucky bastard would get to fuck him tonight.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his beta manager-slash- best friend hurry over to him, eyes slightly wide with panic.
Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun bounced of his stool and stopped the other in his tracks, both hands firmly on his shoulders “Minseok, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
“Uh-I haven’t seen one- a ghost- just to be clear. But, I did something bad. It wasn’t bad a few months ago but it’s sooo bad right now.”
“What is it?” Baekhyun took a step back from the other, concern marring his usually aloof features “Are you okay?”
“You’re not going to like this, Baek”
The brunet shrugged “I’m all ears, Min, it can’t be that bad.”
It was that bad.
“So, he’s kind of the only other candidate that’s on your level Baekhyun- the agency can’t keep refusing people because you’ve either slept with them or hate them because they won’t sleep with you!”
Baekhyun scoffed and rolled his eyes, every ounce of his body utterly agitated at that moment “Haha, funny- it’s part of my job to sleep with people if you hadn’t noticed Min- a job I take very seriously.”
“And for that I am grateful- really I am” Minseok took a deep breath “You’re an amazing porn star Baekhyun, you’re what everyone admires... in a bottom, in an adorable little twink omega with a big ass and skinny waist, but-“
“That’s true” Baekhyun interrupted flippantly, not liking where the rest of this sentence was going- Minseok had a tendency to make a point brutally.
“But, Chanyeol is the buff, illustrious top that people want- for fucks sake, Baekhyun- I can’t believe I’m arguing you into sleeping with the most sought-after partner. Do you know what people say about him after shoots? Do you? They say he’s a god in bed, that he brings them tea and soothes their backs!” Minseok’s trailing behind Baekhyun as he heads towards make-up “He’s the perfect lover and the perfect man- so why, why is it so hard to convince you to spend 4 hours with him?!”
Baekhyun snorts as he reaches the makeup room “If you think he’s so perfect Minseok, why don’t you sleep with him? And a 4 hour shoot? I don’t think Park could last that long”
Minseok was about to pour out some nonsensical rage when he was interrupted by a deep voice, laced with amusement.
“Hmm you didn’t really get an opportunity to experience it, did you Byun?”
The body that breezed past Baekhyun had his own freezing in place, eyes wide in shock as Chanyeol threw him his signature grin.
Minseok smiled sheepishly at Baekhyun “I was going to tell you he’s already here but you started walking. Okay, well, I’ll leave you both to get ready then!”
“Minseok!” Baekhyun hissed, wide eyes following his managers retreating back.
Fucking traitor.
“Nice to see you’re just as feisty as a year ago, Byun- although you did get pretty submissive once we were alone together...” Chanyeol steps in closer, cornering Baekhyun against the wall- a predator stalking his prey. “What was it that you were begging for back then?”
Baekhyun doesn’t meet his eyes- can’t meet them, because he knows he’ll feel the shame. The shame of the fact he had asked Park Chanyeol to ruin and break him, the shame of the fact that Chanyeol had been completely sober and refused to sleep with him, instead calling him a cab home.
It was insulting. A pornstar being rejected- his life must be a comedy.
Baekhyun wasn’t self centred by any means but he knew Chanyeol would ogle him on set, send him flirtatious winks, buy him drinks when filming finished- was so wrong to believe they were signs rather than acts of goodwill. No one was that nice.
They had never really been friends as such in Baekhyun’s book, but since that incident, Baekhyun not only considered Chanyeol his rival- but his enemy too.
“Well I can’t remember, so clearly it wasn’t that memorable a time” Baekhyun threw a fake smile at the taller, pushing past him just so he felt like he could breathe again. “Look Park, I don’t want to do this either, but money is money and a shoot is a shoot so let’s just... fuck and get it over with.”
Chanyeol chuckled lowly “Sure, I can do that for you, Byun” He paused suddenly “You were begging for me to ruin you- I’ll try to jog your memory today”
And then he was walking- long legs striding across to the set with a huge grin on his face as the director embraced him.
It twisted something filthy in Baekhyun’s stomach.
Shrugging it off and reminding himself he had a job to do, he walked into the make-up room, watching as the artist- a tall, thin blonde with more sass than body mass muttered to himself inside.
“Sehun?” Baekhyun called out, catching the attention of the artist “What’s going on?”
“Going on?” He shakes his head “Park Chanyeol was in here- have you seen him? Oh my god, he’s so hot Baekhyun- like ugh, he’s so sweet and smart... and single”
The eyebrow wiggle makes Baekhyun feel nauseous. Trying to stop the creeping flush on his cheeks, he patted his face aggressively, whining; “Not you too! Minseok won’t shut up about him.”
“I don’t get your ‘rivalry’ Baekhyun, anyone would kill to sleep with him...” Sehun sighed dreamily before shaking himself out of his reverie
“Hmmm, Junmyeon’s going to love that you’re fawning over one of his hot porn stars Sehun- now hurry up, I’ve got to look prettier than that troll waiting for me on the bed”
Sehun gave him a pitying look and begun morphing him into the star that he was known to be.
Just as he finished smudging the last of Baekhyun’s smoky eye look, he held the brunet’s face “Oh my adorable little Baekhyunnie, you go out there and show Park just what he’s missing.”
Baekhyun doesn’t miss the mumble under his breath “Cos if you don’t I definitely will.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls out of the room “I’m telling Junmyeon if you keep going.” But he still hears Sehun cackle behind him.
The boy had no boundaries.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him. Not only was it a hotel room set, but the background was overlooking a balcony onto the sea- and on the bed, in nothing but black slacks was his enemy looking hotter than any man that had set foot into his life.
It was unfair. It was unfair how his face flamed, how his fingers became shaky. It was unfair that despite rage there was emotion he simply couldn’t pinpoint, a yearning desperation that his inner wolf clinged to futilely.
His heart flip-flopped dramatically and he pulled the robe closer around himself, suddenly very conscious of the fact that he was turned on-
“Baekhyun, are you leaking?!”
It’s Jongdae’s shrill voice that snapped him out of his romantical reverie, eyes widening in terror. He felt it then- a trail of slick down his leg, the crunching pain in his abdomen that knocked the wind out of him, leaving him to crumple on his knees.
No no no-
He felt the head of every beta and alpha in the room flip around, gazes hot and heavy even if their bloodstream is clogged full of blockers. They could sense an omega in heat- especially a heat as sudden as Baekhyun’s.
He doesn’t understand. His heat was not meant to be for another few weeks. He’d planned for that heat- how to spend it alone, how to get through that and make it out the other side- just like he always did.
What he did not plan for was this day going so horribly wrong. He was used to having all eyes on him, but not like this, not when he felt so humiliated and powerless.
Not when it felt like every other wolf in the room was laughing and mocking or muttering obscenities about how they wanted to fuck him.
Everyone except-
His eyes met Chanyeol’s, whose are as wide as his. He wasn’t laughing- he wasn’t moving either, glued onto the bed while Baekhyun almost writhed on the steps of the set. He can hear the clamour of footsteps, people suddenly moving to get towels and wrap him up.
He was shaking. How could he let Chanyeol have seen him like this? He wanted to forget the look in his eyes- was that disgust? Want? Pity? He didn’t know but he didn’t like it.
Before he can think for a minute longer, the stabbing in his stomach becomes a burning desire, he can feel the slick trickling on his calves, thicker- more substantive.
Was this where he cried? He didn’t know but the pinprick of tears are there, hiding behind his closed eyes.
Feebly, he attempted to stand, wanting to force his legs to have a little strength- just begging them to move off the set to one of the empty offices lining the room.
Stumbling, he slurs out a “Show’s over boys” before attempting to stagger to a room. The damage is done though, the alphas are near salivating and it would take one wrong move to get one of them to snap.
To his surprise, Chanyeol jumped to his feet, eyes burning with something completely different to moments prior, gently pulling his arm.
“You can’t walk properly, here.” His eyes bore into Baekhyun, expecting some kind of rebuttal, but the shorter was too exhausted to argue. Maybe it felt nice to be held like this, even if it was temporary and even if Chanyeol would never hold him like this again.
Not that he wanted him to or anything.
The walk to the room is much quicker when he doesn’t have to do himself, even more so when he falls asleep in Chanyeol’s arms.
**
When he wakes up, he’s not at the set nor in his luxury apartment. He’s in a foreign bedroom that has something poking at his brain- it looks too familiar.
And as if it’s a scene from his nightmares, Chanyeol pokes his head around the door;
“Oh you’re finally awake. I- uh, I made you some tea and some soup... and there’s some painkillers- although I don’t actually know how much good they’d do. I-”
“That’s great, thank you.” The pink of Baekhyun’s cheeks are too fierce and he knows it. What the fuck was wrong with him today, he had never been like that around Chanyeol before.
“Right sorry, forgot you still hate me.”
The door shuts a little harder than required and it makes Baekhyun’s heart slump.
He looked around himself at the little nest he had been coddled in, blankets strewn around him in a make-shift fashion. A nest that Chanyeol had made for him- and the tears he had held back before came tumbling forward in an emotional burst.
He rode out three days of the worst heat he’d ever experienced in Chanyeol’s room, unable to keep his hand from his cock, letting lewd sounds tumble from his lips as he would have done on set- except these were all genuine with no camera in place to capture them.
But none of it was close to being enough, the fingers stretching his pussy open weren’t satisfying, they didn’t curb the desire nor stuff him full. All his thoughts were filled with the heady scent that was surrounded around him.
Chanyeol’s scent. Thick and woody, every essence of it wrapped in the fabric and sheets around him and he couldn’t help but crave it more than anything.
“C-Chanyeol” He whimpered, pleading softly as he writhed against the sheets, hard cock curved and leaking against his stomach “Please- Please...”
He doesn’t hear the door click open and a tall figure stand in the door way, hot gaze sweeping across his naked body, harsh breath sucked in upon seeing pert nipples toyed with by elegant fingers.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful” Chanyeol couldn’t help the hushed whisper that slipped his lips, Baekhyun’s head jerking up to look at him.
“Please- Please-”
Chanyeol shook his head “N-no, I shouldn’t even be in here, I heard you call my name and I thought-”
“Park, please” Baekhyun hiccupped, blinking up at him with teary eyes “Now’s not the time, just fuck me please, I feel like I’m burning up- I c-can’t take it anymore”
“I just- Look I know you don’t like me and I don’t want you to regret sleeping with me and-”
Baekhyun reached out and grabbed the alpha’s hand, yanking him into the make-shift nest “Not the time, Park.”
“Okay, okay- I got it.” He bit his lip, large hands cupping Baekhyun’s flushed sweaty face “You sure?”
“I’m in heat, I’m not made of porcelain...ah!” Baekhyun panted out a moan as Chanyeol’s hand teased across his torso, a sly grin making its way onto his face.
“Hmm, maybe not, but you do look incredibly adorable when you’re angry and flustered like this” Chanyeol leaned in close, breath ghosting on Baekhyun’s sensitive skin “Am I the only one who can really make you beg, Byun?”
Baekhyun wanted to shake his head, say ‘in your fucking dreams’ but it would be a lie. Chanyeol was the only one who could reduce him to a squirming mess like this- the only one who could make him feel something. He straddled the taller’s legs just to feel an ounce of friction against his red cock, messy slick dirtying Chanyeol’s clothes.
He pressed against Chanyeol’s chest, pinning him against the bed as he rutted like a pathetic slut against his thigh, almost howling in delighting when the taller pressed a palm against his nape, fingers digging into the skin to tug him down into a filthy, steamy kiss.
“Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?” Chanyeol whined, panting against Baekhyun’s cheek
“You feel pretty hard to me Park, god- is this what people get to see on set?” Baekhyun knows he’s not making sense but he’s delirious with want, desperate to feel Chanyeol’s cock inside him just as he had been a year ago.
Chanyeol smirks, hands smoothing up Baekhyun’s sides “Maybe it is, jealous baby?”
Baby.
The word has Baekhyun’s spine tingling, body shuddering as a he thrusts a few more times against Chanyeol’s leg, staining the fabric of the other’s slacks as an orgasm floods him, body becoming limp against the other’s.
“C-Chanyeol...” Baekhyun’s voice is soft as his slowly, rubs circles on Chanyeol’s stomach knowing full well this is the calm before the storm- the few seconds he can ask for what he really wants before primal urges take over him.
“Yes, Byun?” The alpha cocks an eyebrow but his arm never leaves Baekhyun’s waist.
“Ruin me, please.”
Chanyeol scans his face for any hints of discomfort, for anyway this could be a trap or a way to ridicule him in the future. All he sees is shy sincerity, leagues away from the usual Baekhyun he would meet on the set.
This Baekhyun was soft and warm, desperate to be held rather than cocky and over confident, choosing to step on others rather than show any form of affection. He thought it was a weakness to cry.
And Chanyeol silently promised to make him cry from the pleasure.
He just wanted to mark Baekhyun as his, the urge just as ridiculously strong as it had been when Baekhyun had stumbled into his apartment, smelling of foul alcohol- and yet... all Chanyeol could smell was his natural scent, the burning desire to consume the smaller male, knot him and mark him all hinted towards a mate.
And Chanyeol had refused to let their first time be a one night stand that Baekhyun- porn star Byun- would simply throw away the next morning. This stupidly meant something to Chanyeol and he wouldn’t do that to Byun, no matter how scandalous he pretended to be- Byun Baekhyun was kind on the inside, he had seen it himself.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make Baekhyun beg for inch of him.
Hoisting the smaller male off his lap and onto the bed he pressed languid kisses against his jaw and gently down his chest, taking his time to savour every inch of a beautifully stunning Baekhyun, laid out bare in front of him.
“What do you want me to do, my beautiful omega?” Chanyeol trailed his fingers through the damp hair, pressing his lips to the corner of parted ones. “Use your words, baby”
Baekhyun whimpered again, voice strained as Chanyeol began to move away to strip off his shirt, both arms crossing across his torso to expose a chiselled set of abs envied by every porn star.
“F-fuck me please” Baekhyun pouted up at him, the heat swirling in his gut calling him a liar, because he wanted so much fucking more. He wanted to be broken, to be twisted and pressed and ruined by this gorgeous alpha, crafted by the hands of god and moulded into the very thing of his dreams.
The very thing that had been in his dreams for over a year now no matter how much he had wanted to hate him. Maybe that was part of the shame he felt, that despite Chanyeol rejecting him, he never felt the same way around anyone else.
Chanyeol moved slowly to spread Baekhyun’s legs apart, gathering up the slick that had dripped down his thighs and glistened against his puffy rim.
It was clear to see how perfectly he had been stretched already, maybe not for a knot his size but enough that he wouldn’t need relentless prep like most omegas. It almost made Chanyeol lose every ounce of his remaining self control to treat Baekhyun like a person and not just a rag doll he should fuck.
Their connection had triggered more than just Baekhyun’s heat.
It had triggered Chanyeol’s rut too.
Chanyeol pressed one finger against the sensitive rim, toying with the thought of playing with Baekhyun just a little bit more before his own needs took over, his other hand dancing around Baekhyun’s cock, thumbing against sensitive slit repeatedly, watching the smaller arch his back with a pathetic sob.
“I want you please, you- please” Baekhyun begged, teary eyes blinking up at Chanyeol in his daze, small hands reaching out for him “Please take care of me, Mr Park”
And Chanyeol can’t say no. He dipped down and pressed a gentle kiss against Baekhyun’s forehead, angling up his cock against the rim;
“Baek, I need you to open your little pussy up wide for me baby, I know you’re good at this, be good for me, hmm?” Chanyeol’s voice is husky against his ear, leaving Baekhyun trembling as his hands run down to the curves of his ass, gently tucking two fingers inside the rim so that Chanyeol’s cock head can freely fit inside.
“I want to be good for you.” He mumbles, the steady blush from days prior returning with a vengeance.
Chanyeol barely hears the words, choosing to thrust forward, body almost collapsing forward from the wet and heat that trapped him, almost sucking the air from his lungs simultaneously.
“Fuck- god, your pussy is-” Even words fail him at this point. How could they not when Baekhyun looked like a dishevelled angel, begging him with his eyes and Chanyeol complies.
He fucks Baekhyun with everything he has, pounding him through the mattress, folding him in half, flipping him and breaking him if that was possible.
“You’re mine. Okay?” The possessiveness would be intimidating if Baekhyun hadn’t been mumbling the word “Mine” while clutching onto Chanyeol’s neck, bruises and hickies appearing along the column of the taller’s neck.
They keep going, sweet words passing between their lips, praises and desperation flowing one after the other.
Neither one ready to face the aftermath.
**
In reality, they were porn stars, so the immediate aftermath had no more impact than an X-rated drunken night. They parted ways- back to enemies who had been lovers for one night.
Although now, Baekhyun didn’t understand if it made sense to still hate Chanyeol. How could he when Chanyeol was the only one who had taken care of him? Dorky Chanyeol who brought him muffins and tea every day and took him out to lunch?
How could he find it in him to loathe Chanyeol who pressed kisses against his temple in the secret dark of the changing room or the Chanyeol who brought him safely back to his apartment after every shoot?
The simple answer he couldn’t.
So maybe the immediate aftermath was not as simple, but the aftermath 3 months later was so much more unexpected.
“Park Chanyeol!” The roar split across the room, Sehun and Minseok squirming away from the sound and an angry Baekhyun hurtling across the set “What the fuck is this?”
Chanyeol blinked at the brunet, “Uh... It’s a scan?”
“Good, your eyes work- it’s a scan.” Baekhyun deadpanned dropping the black and white paper into the taller’s lap “Of our fucking kid.”
“A- what?” Chanyeol jolted up “Our w-what?”
“Baby. Baba. Devil Child. Spawn of Satan.” Baekhyun rattled off “the little parcel of life we created together or whatever the hell you want to call it.”
“We have a kid?” Chanyeol looked dumbfounded, the tips of his ears tinting red. “S-since when?”
“Since you fucked me when I was in heat. You must have knotted me and passed out. I... I can’t believe this.” Baekhyun hissed, anger soaring to new levels. “I didn’t even know you were in your rut! How irresponsible could you have been?”
Chanyeol eyes narrowed “I’m the irresponsible one? You were the one who went into sudden heat on a set filled with alphas. I took care of you- I... You know what, fuck this Baekhyun. I don’t even know why I was trying so hard for you.” Chanyeol slipped off the chair and walked towards the door “You clearly don’t love me back. You never will”
The door slams shut hard, almost splintering in place from its force but Baekhyun was stood there, frozen.
“D-Did he just say...”
Minseok gently patted his shoulder “Maybe you should take some time off, being pregnant and all.”
Baekhyun simply nodded unable to grasp anything that was happening around him until he was in the safe confines of his bed.
Chanyeol... was in love with him? He didn’t hate him?
It seemed surreal that the aloof picturesque of the other porn star was simply something he had built up in his head to make it easier to hate him. It was easier to hate and forget a man who had embarrassed him, who spited him and jabbed at him. It was easier to hate Chanyeol when he was the version Baekhyun had created and not the same man who had doted on him for over a year.
The same man Baekhyun had turned his back to and turned a blind eye to. Yet Chanyeol had never wavered, never paused or blinked. He had always been there, ready to help or protect- whatever it was Baekhyun had needed, Chanyeol had given it. But he had been too blinded by his shame to actually see that Chanyeol hadn’t hurt him.
It was overwhelming realisation. While for him the hidden kisses on set since their raunchy night had been a daring escapade, for Chanyeol it had been real.
For him, their night spend together had meant more than that, even in deliriousness of their respective cycles.
It more sense than he wanted to comprehend right now- how could one man be selfless like this?
And that thought alone makes Baekhyun break, soft sobs against his pillow, in the silence of his room.
**
He didn’t return to set until Minseok called up one day, he was 5 months pregnant, waddling and employing a lot of maids.
The decision to keep the baby was daunting in itself, but it felt like the one piece of Chanyeol he could keep. The new found concept of feelings was another barrier that was ridiculous to overcome.
It had started with how much he missed the dumb oaf- it was surprising despite their bickering how much time they had spent together before Baekhyun’s outburst. Chanyeol had comfortably secured a spot in his life, a permanent little section of his heart carved out only for the taller.
A mate.
He had also come to terms with the fact that Chanyeol would probably never be his mate. He had pushed too hard and eventually even the taller man had left. He had made peace with the prospect. He had to, afterall.
“Hey Min, you wanted me to look over some photographs for the magazine?” Baekhyun smiled gently at his friend.
The manager grinned and hugged him “You’re fucking glowing, holy shit- who knew you would be having a baby!” His smile softens “You’re going to be a great dad, y’know”
Minseok had been a great support, as had Sehun, Jongdae and their boom mic holder Kyungsoo. They had made an effort to visit Baekhyun and take him to appointments. The one time he had raised a question about Chanyeol, they had all shared awkward glances, letting him know Chanyeol had left the agency for good.
It was a strange feeling to be back on the set where it had all started. He wished he’d known what that heat would mean for him- so he could have been more careful not to lose Chanyeol.
“Oh Baek, the photographs are in room 12, you just need to pick your top 3 and I’ll get them sent to HR for confirmation and we can leave it to the magazine to sort the rest of it out- is that okay?”
“Yeah, I... I mean you could have just mailed them to me” Baekhyun rolled his eyes, but his smile was genuine and without its usual snarkiness.
Something in the walk to Room 12, which was a elevator ride up was making him restless. More importantly and strangely, it was making his wolf restless.
His wolf had been nearly silent for months, it sulked often but now it was almost clawing for an escape, pulling him towards the room.
Pushing the door open, he walked into a room with a beautiful bouquet on the table, his name written on a piece of card on the table.
Strange. He was sure this was room twelve, so why were there flowers-
“Hi”
The voice had him jumping in place, heart hammering so hard and eyes flooding with tears.
Chanyeol looked good, he had tanned a little more and was in a crisp white suit. He’d dyed his hair silvery blond, swept back away from his forehead.
“Hi...” Baekhyun’s voice was a shaky whisper “What are you doing here?”
“I-” Chanyeol fiddled with his fingers nervously “I’m here to see you- I wanted to say I’m sorry, I know I don’t have a right to you, but I just wanted a chance to-”
No.
“No.” Baekhyun swallowed thickly, walking into the room and closing the door. He stepped up against Chanyeol, as much as his bump would allow “You don’t owe me an apology Chanyeol, I owe you one. I acted ridiculously for nearly 2 years, I put you through shit and you still... you still took care of me. You were there when I needed you most. I’m not deserving of you. I’m not deserving of the bond we share.”
Chanyeol cupped Baekhyun’s cheeks “You’ll always be deserving to me. I can’t promise I won’t do dumb things or piss you off sometimes, but I promise not to hurt you, I promise to take care of you and our baby. I... I realised how much I needed you only when you weren’t around me.”
Chanyeol blinked back tears “I love you so much, you have no idea.”
Baekhyun giggled, nuzzling the alpha’s chest “I’m starting to have some idea, Chanyeol, believe me.” He stepped back and pressed a kiss to the tip of the taller’s nose “I love you too.”
“We can take it slow- I’ll take you for dates, rub your feet when you’re tired- make love to you” Chanyeol wiggles his eyebrows as they sway in each other’s embrace “Sound good?”
“It sounds ridiculous. But I guess I’ll accept” Baekhyun sniggered and kissed the pout of Chanyeol’s lips “You’re such a big dork.”
Chanyeol’s low rumbling laugh was enough to fix the wrongs in Baekhyun’s life.
See, Baekhyun had misconceptions about certain types of people. Betas could be boom mic holders or managers or hipsters.
Alphas could really be husbands, who doted on you for the rest of your life, who looked amazing holding the baby girl you created together.
And omegas with a not-so itty bitty waists and big tits full milk were destined to do some porn, not that his husband had any objections.