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Yoon Jeonghan in heat-mating scandal
It seems the heat doesn’t stop on the catwalk! Vogue, GQ and InStyle model Yoon Jeonghan has been caught red-handed acting out in public with his mate, photographer Choi Seungcheol. Mr Yoon, who announced his marriage to Mr Choi two years ago, was spotted in a delicate situation in Bukhansan national park on Saturday. Paparazzi and fellow hikers report seeing Mr Yoon and his mate in a state of nudity and engaging in sexual activity. Mr Yoon’s agent declined to provide a comment when contacted…
Jeonghan should have known what was coming when Seungcheol woke him up early. It was his first Saturday off in months. He’d hoped to spend it mostly in bed, perhaps rising to eat every so often, watching TV, not answering his emails. But his husband had other plans.
They were a few days away from his heat. The smell had been growing steadily for week now. Stronger and stronger- almost by the hour, it seemed. Seungcheol had been nesting too. Picking up Jeonghan’s shirts from where he’d left them in the laundry basket and secreting them under his pillow. He’d bought more food; the cupboards were full of tins of soup and fruit in syrup, like they were facing a natural disaster.
Well, Seungcheol supposed, they were. Like most omegas from Daegu and the surrounding region, his heat came twice a year. Jeonghan’s boyfriend- his last before he’d met Seungcheol- had been from Jeju. Jejuan omegas had heats quarterly. It had been exhausting.
But now they were both getting closer to thirty, and they had decided to start trying for pups… well, Jeonghan wished, a little, that Seungcheol’s heat would come more often. Two chances a year to knock him up just wasn’t enough.
“I have a plan for today,” Seungcheol said, by way of waking him up. Jeonghan would have preferred for his husband to kiss him awake, soft presses of lips to skin. Five years of marriage had made Seungcheol a little less…subtle. Even in his morning haze, Jeonghan chuckled. No more romanticism, no more pretending: Seungcheol had a plan, and it was imperative he share it with his alpha as soon as possible.
“Hmmng?” Jeonghan replied.
“We’re gonna get up. We’re gonna drive to Bukhansan. We’re gonna go on a hike.”
“A hike,” Jeonghan said. He rolled over onto his side. “That means walking.”
“That means shorts,” Seungcheol said.
Jeonghan blinked his eyes open. “I’ll get up, then,” he said.
They arrived a little after 10, which, for a Saturday, was absurdly early for Jeonghan, and Seungcheol knew it.
“We’ll get back here at noon,” Seungcheol assured him, “Miss the worst of the sun, and stop somewhere for lunch on the way.”
Seungcheol knew that Jeonghan would be glad that they wouldn’t be walking for more than two hours. He’d planned it that way on purpose. Seungcheol, for his part, had sensible walking boots on. But Seungcheol went hiking regularly. Jeonghan was a model: he wouldn’t risk his beautiful feet like that.
“I’ll get blisters,” Jeonghan griped. They were parked up in the car park at the base of the mountain. There were some porta-potties, some picnic benches. “I’ve got a Stella McCartney shoot next week.”
“For her shoes?”
“Mm.”
“Well then,” Seungcheol said, as he laced up his boots, “Doesn’t matter if you’ve got blisters, does it? You’ll be wearing shoes.”
Seungcheol could feel Jeonghan’s glare boring into the back of his head. It was heels, Seungcheol knew because Jeonghan had told him before. If he got blisters during this hike, it would be murder.
They stepped out of the car. They were alone- only a few other cars were parked.
“I’m just gonna go pee before we start,” Seungcheol said.
“No,” Jeonghan said.
Seungcheol looked round in surprise.
“What?”
“No,” Jeonghan insisted.
Seungcheol swallowed. This wouldn’t be the first time, but-
“Here? Now?”
“What if I breed you and get you pregnant and this is our last chance to do something freaky before we have pups, hm?”
Seungcheol furrowed his brow. “Pups don’t mean we can’t have fun.”
“It means responsibility. It means being parents. It means eighteen years of vanilla-ass sex until we kick the thing out to go to college. Why don’t we have some fun before we can’t any more?”
Seungcheol thought it over.
“OK,” he said finally. “I won’t go.”
Jeonghan grinned. He began to stride off with the confidence of a horny alpha.
“That’s the wrong way, darling,” Seungcheol said.
“Right, yeah, exactly. I know.”
They had gone about half a mile, through deep forest with a trail cut only by human feet. Jeonghan slipped his hand into Seungcheol’s.
“You were right, jagi,” he said. “This is wonderful.”
“You know I can smell how turned on you are, right?” Seungcheol snorted.
“Yah,” Jeonghan griped. “Can’t I be horny and romantic?”
“Sure, but I can smell your alpha. You wanna knot me.”
“And your omega would let me.” Jeonghan looked triumphant. He was right: Seungcheol could already feel his pants begin to get damp with slick. He could feel his heat the way his mother swore she could feel coming rain: like a pressure on top of his head. His pussy was beginning to ache.
“How are you doing, by the way?” Jeonghan jolted him out of his thoughts.
“Huh?”
“You needed to pee before.”
Jeonghan had been growing his hair out for a few months, and when he ran his hand through it- a nervous habit- Seungcheol could appreciate how long it had got.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“Means you need to drink more,” Jeonghan said.
“Yah—”
“It’s a hot day!”
And really, it didn’t take that much convincing at all for Seungcheol to stop and take the water bottle out of his backpack and take a long swig. His revenge was found in maintaining eye contact with Jeonghan as his throat bobbed, and in letting a few drops slide down his chin. Jeonghan’s scent sharpened. One-all, Seungcheol thought to himself.
***
Their first time trying that sort of thing out hadn’t even been on purpose- or, at least, it hadn’t been pre-arranged like all the other stuff: the ropes and the flogger, and the fishnet stockings and lace panties that Seungcheol wore when he wanted to be fucked like a little bitch. Jeonghan had felt terrible after this, and it had taken Seungcheol a whole night to convince him that truly, Seungcheol had been enthusiastic about every aspect of what had happened.
They’d had a dinner party, which is what grownups do. Seungkwan and Hansol had come, Myungho and Junhwi, Mingyu and Jihoon. Four mated couples, the eight of them. It was about six months ago- which, given how much had happened in that time, might as well have been a lifetime. Myungho and Junhwi had just announced their mate, but were still waiting for approval from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to marry. Jihoon and Mingyu had just announced they were trying- the sadness was yet to come. And Seungkwan was newly pregnant with twins. It was a happy night, boozy for those who were drinking, good food, good music.
“What are you looking forward to most about pregnancy?” Junhwi asked. “No, no,” he added immediately. “What are you least looking forward to?”
A peal of laughter ran round the table and Seungkwan and Hansol exchanged a knowing look.
“Honestly?” Seungkwan said. “Peeing myself. They don’t warn you about baby bladder when you tell the doctor you’re going off suppressants. I have about a minute to get to the bathroom when I need to go, and if you’ve got a toddler who wants a snack, or you’re supposed to be on air for two hours straight, that just isn’t enough time.”
Another eruption of laughter. Junhwi and Myungho wrinkled their noses.
“Bao,” Myungho said, “Promise me that won’t happen to me.”
Junhwi laughed and covered his mate’s hand with his own.
Seungcheol, who took advantage of the laughter to refill his own glass of wine, caught the lust in Hansol’s gaze, and, even over all the other smells in the room, caught the shift in his alpha. Not that it was news to Seungcheol that Hansol and Seungkwan were into that stuff. He’d known them since college. What did surprise him was when Jeonghan caught his eye, and Seungcheol realised that it wasn’t just Hansol’s alpha he could smell. Interesting.
And he’d only meant to file it away for future reference, truly- but a bottle of wine later, things were different. He’d had a little more to drink than he’d intended. The others were gone, only the smell of Seungkwan’s cologne and Myungho’s hairspray remaining on the air. Seungcheol had gone straight to the kitchen, where a stack of plates waited for him. They had a dishwasher, but they’d decided to use the fancy china that could only be washed by hand. What a dumb-ass decision, Seungcheol thought now. They could have used the black Ikea set; their friends wouldn’t have cared. But- well, he looked at one of the bowls in admiration. Even with traces of rice and soy sauce, he could see the delicately painted patterns. It was a beautiful set.
Seungcheol turned the tap on just a trickle. That’s when he felt it. A sudden rush in his boxers. A bloom of warmth from his pussy.
“Fuck,” he cursed. He’d wet himself, a bit. Just as a trickle had come from the tap, a trickle had escaped into his underwear.
But he had, as a grown man who had full control over his bladder, regained control. He was desperate, he realised now. It must have been the booze- making him more desperate, weakening his control, and making it harder to tell how he felt.
It was fine: he would finish up here, and go to the bathroom, and no one would know anything.
“Are you OK?”
Jeonghan’s voice behind him startled him.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol said again. And again, the heat spread from his pussy. Seungcheol glanced down. There was a wet spot on his jeans. When he looked back up, Jeonghan was staring at him.
“I- heard you say something. Are you—”
And they’d been mated for three years by that point, and there was no point hiding anything. So Seungcheol, blushing scarlet, admitted it.
“I’ve wet myself. Or, like—” he said quickly, seeing Jeonghan’s face, “I’m about to.”
“I mean.” Jeonghan swallowed. The line of his bulge was visible. “You kind of already have.”
Seungcheol scowled.
“I haven’t, I—”
His hand slipped where it was resting against the counter, into the warm water of the sink. And that was enough. Even as he yelped and yanked his hand out of the way, the battle was over. Seungcheol sank to his knees as his bladder gave out and he wet himself. He felt the relief as it flooded out of him and onto the floor in a rapidly-spreading puddle.
“I can’t stop,” he gasped, “It’s too- I can’t—”
“It’s OK,” Jeonghan said. “Let it go, jagi.”
After forever, it seemed, he was done.
“Fuck,” he said, finally. “I, uh. Um.”
“Had too much to drink?” Jeonghan said.
“Yeah. Seems so, huh?”
Jeonghan looked him in the eye seriously.
“You OK?” he said.
“I’ve just pissed my pants,” Seungcheol said. “How OK do you think I am?”
Jeonghan shrugged. “Do you feel better?”
“I don’t have to piss any more. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.”
“That’s not the word I’d use.”
Seungcheol could see he was still aching hard.
“Pervert,” he said. Then, “Fuck me.”
Jeonghan had knotted him that night on the kitchen floor in a puddle of piss. It was perfect. And that was how it started.
They didn’t do it a lot. Seungcheol couldn’t face the clean-up, for one. But every so often- maybe once a month- Jeonghan got this look in his eye…
***
“How are you doing?”
They were sitting on a log. Jeonghan had that look in his eye, watching Seungcheol take a long swig of water from the bottle.
“I’m OK,” Seungcheol said. A lie. He’d been desperate for about half an hour, and now they’d sat down it had got even worse.
“Move your legs apart, then,” Jeonghan said.
Seungcheol scowled and pouted. “No.”
The smell of Jeonghan’s alpha- tobacco and sharpened pencils and hairspray- came heavy on the breeze into Seungcheol’s nostrils. It wasn’t a rancid smell of anger or fear. It was the soft sweet scent of a concerned, loving alpha. Seungcheol knew better. That smell always preceded Jeonghan’s stink of need to knot now.
“I said, move them apart.”
This close to his heat, Seungcheol’s knees opened of their own accord. Immediately, he felt a burst of liquid spread over his crotch. He clamped all his muscles with a squeal. He glanced down. Over the middle seam of his shorts the fabric was damp and darkened.
“You’re wetting yourself,” Jeonghan said triumphantly.
It took Seungcheol a moment to compose himself. “I’m not.”
Jeonghan looked at him, and Seungcheol replied with his own steely gaze.
“Fine,” Jeonghan said at last. “In that case, let’s carry on.”
“OK,” Seungcheol said. He got up. And, oh fuck, that was a mistake.
“Jagi—”
Jeonghan reached out as Seungcheol doubled up. The stab of pain in his bladder was so sudden it winded him. And then, the fight- such as it had been- was over. He managed to straighten up, panting, as his piss escaped in a hissing gush. It splattered on the rock Seungcheol happened to be standing on and poured along the ground towards Jeonghan’s feet.
“Are you OK?” Jeonghan said, softly, demeanour completely changed.
“I thought I could hold it longer.” Seungcheol could hear the piteous note of his voice. Urine was spilling from both cuffs of his short, dripping in a steady stream.
“Can I?” Without waiting for an answer, Jeonghan took the two short steps towards him and shoved his hand down Seungcheol’s shorts.
“Alpha,” Seungcheol yelped. Jeonghan groped Seungcheol’s pussy, even as he continued pissing.
“It’s mine,” he growled. “Belongs to me, omega.”
Seungcheol should have known- there had been an extra bitterness on the edge of Jeonghan’s scent for a few days.
“You’re going into rut,” he said.
Jeonghan snapped at Seungcheol’s ear. “We’re syncing up again. Sign from the universe, huh?”
“Gotta make some pups,” Seungcheol finished his thought for him.
“C’mon.”
Again, without asking permission, Jeonghan dragged Seungcheol by the wrists into a shrub by the path. There, he pinned him up against a tree and dragged his soaked shorts down to his ankles. The only confirmation Jeonghan sought was scenting him, and Seungcheol knew his scent would betray how much he wanted it.
“Alpha, no,” he whined, with as much of his acting prowess as he could muster. “Gonna get caught.”
Jeonghan growled in response.
“Then they’ll know you’re mine.”
Seungcheol jolted with shock when he felt Jeonghan’s cock first line up against his hole, and in a single motion, slide in up to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Jeonghan muttered into the crook of Seungcheol’s neck. “Fuck, you’re too good, gonna pop a knot right now.”
Seungcheol could already feel the swell, the slight sting of it.
“Alpha, please.”
“What d’you want,” Jeonghan slurred. He gave one or two shallow thrusts, but his knot was already forming.
“Fill me up.”
With a groan Jeonghan thrust into Seungcheol again, right up to his guts, it felt like. Seungcheol was sure that if he lifted his shirt his husband’s cock would be forming a bulge in his stomach.
Jeonghan’s knot reached its full size in one heartbeat, and pressed in and on Seungcheol from all sides, filling him up, engulfing him. Seungcheol felt a rumbling in his abdomen, and it was only after a moment that he realised it was Jeonghan growling as he licked and nipped at his mate mark.
And then, as soon as it had begun, it was over. Jeonghan gave the low mating grunt of his alpha, which made Seungcheol’s omega respond in kind. Seungcheol could feel the cum filling him up. Jeonghan clung to him, plastered to his back.
“Mine,” he muttered.
“Alpha,” Seungcheol gasped.
Jeonghan’s knot remained for a few more minutes until he could tentatively slide out. A little bit of Jeonghan’s seed dribbled out and down his thigh.
“Fuck,” Jeonghan said.
“Yeah,” Seungcheol replied.
“Sorry, I dunno what—”
“Don’t be.”
Seungcheol pulled his shorts up. That they were damp surprised him momentarily. Then he remembered. He was going to have to go through this entire hike with piss-soaked shorts. Great.
“You’re terrible.”
Jeonghan lapped at a patch of skin that wasn’t his mating mark but was close enough that Seungcheol’s skin buzzed.
“I’m your alpha,” he said.
Seungcheol turned and smashed their mouths together. Jeonghan’s spit tasted of blood; he’d been knotting to breed, it seemed. Seungcheol whined.
“C’mon,” he said.
They carried on. As they walked, hair messed up, and unmistakeable wet patch on the front of Seungcheol’s shorts, they fell back into normal conversation, like they hadn’t just-
“And I told Seungkwan, you can’t just say you don’t like a guest, even if they are a total—”
“Hold that thought,” Jeonghan said. They were next to a waterfall, which meant they were only about a mile from where the trail looped back to the car park. “Need to pee.”
“Oh,” Seungcheol said. His shorts had dried, a little. “No worries, yeobo, I’ll wait here.”
Jeonghan looked at him.
Seungcheol looked back.
“I wanna try something,” Jeonghan said eventually. “And, like, obviously, it would be better if we could try it at home and talk it out beforehand but—”
Seungcheol wasn’t stupid. He glanced at where Jeonghan was clutching his crotch.
“You wanna…”
“It’s fine if you don’t,” Jeonghan said. “I can just…y’know. Against a tree.”
Seungcheol swallowed. “If you want to, I want to.”
Jeonghan looked him in the eyes. A single question. One of trust.
“Kneel.”
And so, in the middle of a forest, Seungcheol dropped to his knees. He didn’t care. Didn’t care if people saw him. His alpha needed to piss. He opened his mouth. Jeonghan put the tip of his cock on Seungcheol’s bottom lip.
“Pretty little toilet,” he said. And then, without another word-
A flow into Seungcheol’s mouth. It didn’t taste of much: a little bitter, a little stale. But Seungcheol was expecting something he would have to choke down. Instead, he was gulping every last drop. His alpha’s piss. Almost as precious as his seed.
Seungcheol couldn’t be sure how long Jeonghan’s piss lasted, but then he was done, shaking his cock off against Seungcheol’s lips.
“That’s better,” he said, before tucking his cock back into his jeans and carrying on down the path like nothing had happened.
Seungcheol went stumbling after him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the front camera to check his appearance.
“Je-sus.” His hair was ruined, his face red and speckled with dirt.
Jeonghan glanced behind him and had the good grace to look guilty.
“Sorry, yeobo,” he said.
“It’s fine,” Seungcheol said. “There’s a tavern up the road. I’ll clean myself up and we’ll have some lunch.”
“Sounds good,” Jeonghan said. He stopped in his tracks and Seungcheol, who had been right behind him, almost walked into him. Jeonghan turned, and with a sly smile, kissed Seungcheol. It reminded the latter of their first kiss. Simple and soft and chaste, under a fire escape where they both sheltered from the rain.
“Your shorts are almost dry,” Jeonghan commented, his voice even.
He was right: it was a hot, dry day, and the wet patch on his shorts was almost gone. It was a good thing they were nearly at the tavern, though: Jeonghan’s piss had gone right through him.
***
“…Hansol and Seungkwan have this cute thing about all their pups having the syllable ‘Sol’ in their names. Don’t you think that’s adorable?” Seungcheol said.
“I think we should go a step further. Save time, just call all our children Jeonghan.”
Seungcheol laughed- and then his stomach dropped. Big mistake. His swollen bladder, already weakened by his earlier accident, had no strength left to hold on even the smallest of leaks. A bloom of warmth grew in his crotch.
They had reached the tavern- another half a mile and about twenty minutes from where Jeonghan had relieved himself.
“Ah, fuck, I’m glad we’re here,” Seungcheol said.
Jeonghan looked round. “Hungry, honey?” His eyes darkened, however, and his scent sharpened, as he looked down at Seungcheol’s crotch.
“Again?” he said, struggling to feign irritation.
Seungcheol glanced down too: his shorts were damp again.
“Bet you’d be grateful to use the bathroom in the tavern, huh?”
Seungcheol nodded.
“That’s a shame, since they only let customers use it.”
“I thought you wanted to get lunch?”
“I can wait,” Jeonghan said with a shrug.
“I can’t,” Seungcheol whined. Another leak escaped and rolled down the inside of his leg.
Jeonghan shrugged again, smirked, and walked off, down the path past the tavern to where the car was parked.
It was when they had rounded the final corner that Seungcheol’s bladder finally gave out. For the second time that day, he wet himself.
“Aw, yeobo,” Jeonghan said. He looked genuinely sympathetic, but Seungcheol could smell the sharpening of his scent.
Piss pooled between Seungcheol’s feet. “Ugh,” a groan of relief as much as it was irritation.
“Don’t pretend you feel bad,” he added. “This is your fault.”
“Well, then, I’m grateful you indulged me. You all done there?”
Seungcheol’s stream tapered off. The puddle seemed even larger than the first time.
“You know that most of this is your piss,” Seungcheol said.
“You’re always nagging me about recycling,” Jeonghan shot back.
Jeonghan had set off in the direction of the car, and Seungcheol was about to follow him, when the wind brought him a new scent. Omegas of Seungcheol’s clan could find the smell of a beta in a crowd of a thousand rutting alphas- someone had explained the evolutionary biology of it to him once, something about how his clan had used betas for protection and so omegas had to be able to seek them out. Not that Seungcheol cared about that now.
“Alpha,” he called, and his tone made Jeonghan stop and turn instantly.
Jeonghan followed Seungcheol’s line of sight: in some bushes by the car park, the smell revealed the shine of a camera lens. Paparazzi.
Jeonghan growled.
“Alpha,” Seungcheol said, in his best appeasing tone, “Let’s go.”
This close to his rut, it could have gone either way. In the end, Jeonghan allowed himself to be led to the car, where he sat for a moment, head against the steering wheel, reeking of anger. It could have ended in blood.
That afternoon, curled up in bed, his womb full of his mate’s seed, Seungcheol barely gave the photographer a second thought. It wasn’t until a few days later, when a picture of him, fucked out and with piss-soaked shorts, that he remembered to be angry.
“Alpha,” he called, and when he did, Jeonghan came running.