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Seungwan is a woman of great compassion. She regularly donates to charity. She provides nonjudgmental advice to all of her most drama-prone friends. She has only ever told the truth about Jeonghan's many terrible haircuts.
(What can she say? She's a giver.)
She will even, if called upon, stand patiently in a room while Wonwoo plays a video game, even though she had been hoping to hang out at the club with Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Youngji before Soonyoung started getting sloppy drunk and made yet another terrible life choice (namely, Jeonghan). Seungwan is willing to put all of that on hold - her enjoyment, the opportunity to let off steam, a potentially life-saving intervention - because as she and Mingyu were leaving for said club, Wonwoo mentioned wanting to talk to her about something personal the next time she had a free moment.
Seungwan never has free moments. Seungwan's whole life is a series of meticulously planned moments. Tonight was going to be the closest thing she had to "free" for the next two weeks.
So - video games.
"Sorry," Wonwoo says, abashed, as the TV announces his victory over whatever goblins or goombas he was supposed to be defeating. "We really don't have to do this now, I know you had plans."
"Unfortunately, I'm booked solid for at least the next week, if not longer," Seungwan says, smoothing down her skirt as she debates between joining Wonwoo on the couch (a hideous thing known to eat unsuspecting guests) or pulling up one of Mingyu's sleek ebony barstools (with the embarrassing hopping maneuver that would entail). "I wasn't about to leave you twisting in the wind for god knows how long just to go out drinking with Mingyu-oppa."
Wonwoo laughs, shaking his head. "It's really not that important."
"Then I should be able to catch up to him in no time." Seungwan elects for the barstool, pulling it over and jumping up to sit on it about as gracefully as she can manage in a little black dress. She looks down at Wonwoo and feels almost like a therapist, with him as her patient on the couch.
"Now," she says, with a warm therapist's smile, "What did you want to talk about?"
Wonwoo clears his throat, blinking, then laughs awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks away from Seungwan.
"Ah... well." He grimaces, his eyes flickering to Seungwan again before finding something fascinating to study on the floor between his feet. "You know... you know I'm an omega, right?"
Seungwan makes an affirmative noise. It's something they have in common, though Seungwan will be the first to admit Wonwoo's experience of omega-hood is probably wildly different from hers. There's a 46% chance someone born with a uterus will present as an omega, with the heats and slick glands that entails. Wonwoo's chance was something closer to 3% the last time Seungwan checked. Male omegas were few and far between, and seemed to have a rougher go of it, all things told.
Again, as far as Seungwan knows. Wonwoo hasn't been particularly chatty on the subject, and Seungwan hasn't been interested in prying.
"And you've... dated alphas before?"
Seungwan's lip curls before she can stop herself, but she quickly attempts to return to a non-judgmental resting state.
"A few," she admits. Alphas were easy to find, if you smelled like an omega, and they tended to like the idea of Seungwan well enough (sporty, busty, invested in her appearance) even if the execution was rarely quite as popular. "Why?"
"Ah, just... I... Um..." He takes a deep breath, his eyes opening wide with something like panic, then he exhales and shakes his head. "You know what, why don't you catch up with Mingyu? It's not-"
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere now, oppa," Seungwan says. She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes, glaring like she can see right through him. "You wanted to talk, we're talking. You've officially piqued my interest. Delay all you want, I'm going to get it out of you one way or another."
Wonwoo cracks a smile. "So we can do this the easy way or the hard way?"
"Up to you," Seungwan says, shrugging. She uncrosses her arms and cracks the knuckles of one fist against the other. Wonwoo shakes his head, still smiling.
"If you put it that way..." He sighs, his face falling into a tired expression. "Well, my last h-heat was..." He grimaces. Seungwan makes a sympathetic sound high in her throat. "And Mingyu, um, noticed." Seungwan cringes on his behalf, pulling a half-hearted laugh out of Wonwoo. "Anyway, now he's threatening to hook me up with every single female alpha on the Korean peninsula, just so the next one isn't so, ah, tragic, and- I mean, Mingyu knows everyone, I wouldn't put it past him to..."
Wonwoo trails off into another sigh, taking his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"But the thing- I guess, the central thing is, I don't have much- any," he corrects, with a derisive snort. "I don't have any experience dating someone with a knot, or even with..." He clears his throat. "With knots in general."
"... Wait, really?" Seungwan says, incredulous, then kicks herself internally as Wonwoo cringes away. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like- but surely you've... I mean, artificial knots are getting pretty good. If you've used one to get through your heat, you've basically, um, already..."
Wonwoo gives her an exhausted look. "I haven't."
Seungwan blinks in surprise and Wonwoo turns away, closing his eyes and leaning back until his head bumps into the wall.
"Anyway, I was hoping you could..."
He trails off, then sighs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a sarcastic grin.
"I guess I was hoping you'd tell me this was normal?" Wonwoo laughs bleakly. "That it's fine." His tone pitches ever-so-slightly higher, his mouth getting rounder as he does an approximation of Seungwan's voice. "It's natural, don't rush, don't worry. The right person won't care." He laughs again, at himself, at the situation (at words Seungwan had, truthfully, already been preparing in the back of her head).
"That was a terrible impression," she says instead, and his laughter sounds better this time around. He shifts his head sideways, looking at her with a rueful smile.
"What's it like, anyway?" he asks. "Being with an alpha."
Awful, Seungwan thinks.
"It's whatever," she says, waving a dismissive hand. "I really wouldn't stress about it. Alphas clearly don't."
Wonwoo shudders, his legs twitching together as if to protect himself, and Seungwan has to stop herself from laughing.
"Look," she says, leaning forward like she's about to impart a secret, "If you're that worried about it, why don't we get you a..." She automatically checks to make sure no one is listening, her voice dropping to a low murmur despite the self-evidently empty apartment, "... A knotting dildo?"
Wonwoo gives her a flat look, then turns away again.
"Already got one."
"Oh." Seungwan frowns. "Then why haven't you...?"
He shrugs.
"Laziness? Cowardice?" he says, like he's guessing. "Preconceived notions about what men are supposed to do in bed?"
"But you're an omega," Seungwan says, puzzled.
"I was a man first," Wonwoo says quietly, "Or, boy, I guess." After a moment, he shakes his head. "That's- I don't want to be like that, I don't know why- I'm sorry."
"It sounds like you should be apologizing to yourself," Seungwan says, wryly. "One of the few men on this earth with a self-lubricating asshole and you haven't even tried shoving a knot up there? Criminal, honestly." Wonwoo grins and Seungwan doubles down. "Such wasted potential! I'd smack you myself on behalf of bottoms everywhere if I wouldn't have to get off of this stool to do it."
"Lucky me," Wonwoo says, chuckling. He stretches out, then shakes his head roughly, as though banishing whatever mood he'd been in before. "Sorry, you really can go now. I don't think you'll be able to help with this."
"You don't know that! Maybe I can!" Seungwan says, annoyed. Wonwoo gives her a smile.
"I'm sure you could, if it was anything else. You're the most determined person I know," he says, and Seungwan feels an overwhelming surge of pride and affection. "But this..." He tucks his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment, anxious, then tries to cover it with a small grin. "I think I just have to... 'omega up,' or something."
He gives a breath of a laugh at his own joke, but the word 'omega' sets something off in Seungwan's brain that starts drafting a split-second pros and cons list.
"I mean, I could..." she begins, right as she realizes she might be underestimating the cons and should probably shut the fuck up before she says something she regrets, but then Wonwoo blinks up at her with his stupid hopeful eyes behind his stupid nerd glasses and the pros list starts making a very compelling argument.
"You could what?" Wonwoo asks, genuinely curious.
"I could... help you do a trial run, so to speak," she says. Wonwoo's eyes go wide with alarm but he remains silent, giving her the space to explain. "I mean, there are ways to practice taking a knot, without an alpha. And we're both omegas, so it's not like- I mean, you know how it is."
She'd been about to say 'it's not like it counts,' which is supposed to be true. It seems true, for most of the omegas Seungwan knows. It isn't always true for her, but she's been around the block enough to know she's the outlier here - the omega with the crossed wires, who doesn't get that sex between omegas is purely platonic, an ancient survival technique for when an alpha couldn't be found during heat. It's nothing but a helpful instinct that society has demonized for its own purposes, shaming omegas as promiscuous, libidinous, and shallow, which is all the more reason she needs to accept it. To be proud of it.
And she is, more or less. She's had her dalliances, her encounters that weren't about more than a given moment, a fleeting need.
But sometimes it did count. To her, at least.
"I really don't," Wonwoo says, morose. "It's different, for me."
Seungwan's heart leaps, wondering if she's not the only odd omega out.
"I mean, I'm not exactly 'one of the girls,' you know?" he finishes, and Seungwan feels a sharp pang of disappointment. Then she shakes it off. Of course he meant it that way. Get a grip.
"Well, would you like to be one of mine?" she says. Wonwoo gives her an incredulous look. "Metaphorically speaking! I know you're a whole... man, or whatever." She clears her throat. "Anyway. You don't have to, obviously, but if you really want a practice run of this whole 'knotting' thing, I could do that for you."
"Wait, really?" Wonwoo says, surprised. "You would do that?"
Seungwan nods, trying to seem casual. Wonwoo just keeps staring at her.
"What?" she says, when the silence starts to stretch into awkwardness. "Look, it's not that weird! I get that it's different for you, but you are an omega, and omega girls do this kind of thing for each other all the time, so-"
"Wait, that's real?" Wonwoo says, blinking. "I thought that was something horny teenaged alphas made up."
"I mean, I don't know what all you've heard," she says, cautiously, "But I will say that, technically speaking, I've fooled around with more omegas than I've dated alphas. Easily."
Wonwoo looks down, brow creased as he processes this new information. Then he looks back up at Seungwan.
"So, wait. Who-"
"If you're going to ask for letters of reference, I'm out of here," Seungwan says, trying to slide gracefully off her bar stool and accidentally tripping on the way down.
"No, wait, I'm sorry," Wonwoo says, getting up from the couch and helping a humiliated Seungwan to her feet before she can right herself. "I just- you're serious?"
"Did it sound like I was joking?" Seungwan grumbles, smoothing her dress down.
"No," he admits. "It's just hard to believe..."
He trails off, looking down at Seungwan. Then he laughs and shakes his head.
"It's hard to believe it'd be that easy, you know? After all this anxiety."
"Well. Maybe it won't be," Seungwan says, shrugging. "But it'd be a place to start. Something to make what comes after less intimidating, perhaps."
"Perhaps," Wonwoo agrees, with a small laugh.
"So. The offer stands." Seungwan huffs out a breath and starts walking back to the coat hooks by the door. "And on that note, I'm going to see if I can still save Soonyoung-noona from herself."
"Oof. Good luck," Wonwoo says, with a grin. Seungwan laughs.
"Thanks, I'll need it." She puts on her coat and slips into her shoes, then gives Wonwoo one last look. "Let me know if you... if you decide you want that kind of help."
"Will do," Wonwoo says. Seungwan isn't sure what to make of his expression, so she does her best to put it out of her mind as she heads off into the night.
hey
"hey"
what kind of text is that, "hey"
what's next, "u up?"
"wyd?"
oppa i stg i nearly choked on my americano, "hey"
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ sorry
please forgive your awkward oppa
difficult, but i'll try
now what were you *trying* to say?
come on now, spit it out
you can do it
i believe in you
i was just thinking about that conversation we had last week
and i think if you still wanted to help me, that it would be good for me
for you too hopefully!!
god, sorry, that's so awkward
ㅋㅋㅋ i guess there's really no helping me
but if you're still willing to knot me, i'm... willing to be knotted
seungwan-ah?
seungwan-ah~~~
are you still there?
sorry jeonghan-oppa did something weird
don't worry about it
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
so?
"so?"
"hey"
oppa's such a charmer
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
seungwan-ah~~~~~
BUT AS I WAS ABOUT TO SAY-
lucky for you, i'm still willing to help
[sticker]
[sticker]
thank you
ㅋㅋㅋ you're very charitable
THANK YOU!
I AM ALWAYS SAYING THIS!!!
Seungwan doesn't own lingerie. She used to, when she was an innocent young thing, but she'd eventually gotten sick of alphas tearing off her (very expensive!) underwear during rut and then conveniently "forgetting" to replace them. She'd considered buying something special, just for the occasion, but then she realized she'd basically be buying lingerie for Wonwoo and decided that was a step too far.
God. Imagine. She'd never be able to look herself in the eyes again.
Still, she has a well-maintained navy push-up bra and matching panties that are clean and appealing, she hopes. Well, not 'hopes,' so much as- oh, sue her, it's not illegal for her to want to be attractive to the person she's about to fuck.
It's whatever. She's thinking too hard. They look nice.
She packs them in a bag along with any toiletries she could possibly need to put herself together afterwards. She also packs her most beginner-friendly knotting strap, a piece of firm, silver-gray silicon, small and curved upward like an alpha clit. It was Mingyu's favorite, back in the day, and Seungwan has a feeling Wonwoo will like it just as much.
She gets to the hotel early enough to shower, if she wants to, and she decides she wants to. The train over was stifling and she's been weirdly sweaty today for some reason. She makes it quick, though, and sends Wonwoo the room number as soon as she gets out. After he sends a confirmation text, she takes a moment to study her body in the mirror, naked as the day she was born, and tries to see herself as Wonwoo will see her. She wonders how she'll hold up, compared to what he normally looks for in a woman.
Which is slightly more stressful than any other time Seungwan has made the mistake of doing this, if only because Wonwoo is the kind of nerd who plays games featuring glistening, scantily-clad women with cartoonish, back-breaking proportions when he thinks he's alone in his apartment (despite Mingyu telling him twice that Seungwan was coming over to retrieve a perfume that Mingyu's last one-night stand had rated "too omega").
(She says this with love, of course.)
As she looks in the mirror, Seungwan turns one way, then the other. She certainly isn't hentai-proportioned or anything, but she is, for better or worse, kind of stacked. Her ass, too, is perfectly respectable, if you like that sort of thing, and Wonwoo seems like someone who would (again, with love). Maybe not quite in line with his fantasies, but... good enough.
And real, which should fucking count for something.
She twists again, then hisses. God. She'd forgotten about those stretch marks.
Fuck. Fuck. She's overthinking it now. Fuck.
Whatever! It's fine! There's nothing she can do about it. He can just... deal.
She focuses on getting into her Nice Underwear, then applies a light layer of "barefaced" makeup to help complete the look. She's not trying too hard. She's not trying at all. This is just a casual favor for a friend. She just naturally looks like this.
As she's putting her hair up in a casual ponytail and trying to figure out if she wants to go a little harder on the eye shadow, just because, her phone chimes at the same time someone starts knocking on the door. Seungwan nearly jumps out of her skin, rushing to shove herself into the medium-length gray bathrobe she brought along to preserve at least a little mystery.
"Just a second!" she calls, giving herself one last once-over in the mirror, then she steels herself and goes to let Wonwoo in.
He smiles at her nervously, ducking inside the door almost as soon as she pulls it open.
"Thanks," he says. "I think I saw one of my high school teachers out..."
He trails off, blinking, as he takes in what Seungwan's wearing. Seungwan quirks an eyebrow and Wonwoo looks away, clearing his throat.
"Sorry," he says. He takes the beanie off of his head and shoves it in his coat pocket. "Um. You look nice."
"Thank you," Seungwan says, oh-so-casually. She leaves Wonwoo by the door and walks over to the bed, absent-mindedly trailing a hand over the sheets on her way to her bag. "You're overdressed."
"Huh?" Seungwan looks back over her shoulder to see Wonwoo looking genuinely confused. His jacket has been unzipped to reveal a baggy white t-shirt, an appropriate match for the (and here Seungwan sighs heavily) gray sweatpants swamping his legs.
Seungwan feels - momentarily, distantly - irked. Surely it wouldn't have killed him to dig a button-up out of his closet? Is this really so casual that-
...Oh. Right. It is.
"You don't have to take all of it off right now," she says, turning back to her bag. "But I think it might go easier if you lose the pants."
"Oh. Ah."
She hears fabric rustling behind her as she pulls her harness out, a practical black leather and lace construction with space for a small vibrator in the gusset. The vibrator in question, however, remains tucked into a side pocket of her bag, for later use. Tonight is about Wonwoo, after all. If Seungwan doesn't get hers during, she'll just have to get it after.
She slips the dildo into place, making sure that it's secure and that the buttons she needs are accessible. As she's debating taking off her robe and putting the harness on, she hears Wonwoo clear his throat behind her.
"Is this- is this okay?"
Seungwan turns and has to fight to keep her face neutral. Wonwoo has stripped down to a pair of faded green boxers, hands fidgeting as if he can't decide whether or not to cover his crotch. His body is... broad. Hairy, too. His build is on the slender side, but all that time spent in the gym with Changkyun has somehow managed to give him a chest to rival Haseul's (bless her).
His legs are still scrawny, though, and Seungwan latches onto that. She can't get carried away. She can be invested, and affectionate, but she can't...
She just can't get carried away, okay?
She sighs, trying to clear her mind, and picks up the assembled strap, walking it over to Wonwoo with easy steps.
"Here," she says. Wonwoo looks down at the strap, then up at her in confusion.
"Okay...?"
"Touch it," she says, gesturing to him with it. "It's going inside you, I want you to know what you're dealing with."
Wonwoo startles, then jerks his hand up to rest a tentative finger against the head of the dildo. He gently rubs over the tip once or twice, then his eyes flick to Seungwan with uncertainty. Seungwan huffs.
"It's not a snake," she says, putting a hand on Wonwoo's. "You don't have to be afraid of it."
"I'm not," Wonwoo says, a little petulantly, but he allows his hand to be guided over the rest of the silicon, then wrapped around the girth. She pulls his hand down to the knot, then presses the button that makes it inflate. Wonwoo startles a little, but he keeps his hand on it, expanding with it until it stops, then he slowly traces the difference in size between the knot and the rest of the strap.
He frowns.
"That seems... small."
Seungwan snorts.
"This is average. Like, the literal, medical, universal average," she says. "Alphas will tell you they 'don't want to hurt you, baby, they know they're... big,'" she adds an over-the-top horny groan, pulling a laugh out of Wonwoo, "But 99% of the time, you're going to end up with this - " she gestures to the reasonable lump of plastic sitting proudly near the base of the toy, " - because either they've been lied to, or they're lying to you." She sighs. "Everyone thinks they have to look like a porn star nowadays. It's very depressing."
Wonwoo smirks, his hand bumping into hers as he rests his finger on the apex of the knot again.
"Should I shatter the illusion, if that happens to me?" he asks.
Seungwan laughs, shrugging. "That'll be up to you. And how badly you want the knot."
Wonwoo makes a doubtful noise. "We'll see about that."
"Ah," Seungwan says, nodding. "We'll see. And if you don't like it-"
She puts her finger on the instant release and the knot deflates in seconds. It's too sudden for her taste, but the demonstration seems to relax Wonwoo, at least a little.
"Do you still want to...?" Seungwan glances at Wonwoo out of the corner of her eye. He bites his lip, then nods, determined.
"Yeah."
"Okay then."
Seungwan shrugs out of her robe, keeping her eyes lowered as she drapes it neatly across a nearby chair, then carefully steps into the harness. She smells Wonwoo's need and anticipation growing in the air, but she does her best to ignore it as she double-checks the tightness of the straps.
When she turns back around, she watches his eyes travel slowly over her body before meeting her gaze. Part of her bristles, stuck on the fact that it's Wonwoo, her nerdy, decidedly-platonic friend, looking at her like that. The rest of her notices his blown pupils, the way his chest moves as his breath speeds, and decides... yeah. She'll take it.
She steps closer, tilting her head to the side, and he steps to meet her, bending down until his face almost meets the skin of her neck. It's a test they've already passed, technically - 'are we attracted enough to do this?' - but Seungwan has always found the formalities of sex to be an important part of foreplay.
(Besides, Wonwoo could probably use the practice.)
Their scents intermingle, confirming the chemistry they've politely set aside for the better part of their friendship. Wonwoo isn't wearing his normal gallon of astringent body spray (applied thickly enough that no one who doesn't need to can scent the omega underneath), and Seungwan couldn't be happier, adjusting the angle of her neck until she can rest her nose against his clean, uncovered skin. There is still a boyishness to his natural scent - some musk, some funk - but there's a gentle suggestion of honey underneath, with hints of milk and peach. The soft sweetness of it reminds Seungwan of awakening to the beauty of her fellow omegas, of tumultuous hidden crushes and feverishly checking the skirt of her school uniform for untoward stains.
(Has Wonwoo ever worn a skirt?)
(Would asking him if he has be some kind of omega/omega micro-aggression?)
(Seungwan shakes herself internally. Something to consider privately, for now.)
As Seungwan tries to refocus on the Wonwoo in front of her, in his old green boxers and less-than-spotless glasses, Wonwoo makes a low sound in his throat, shifting even closer and placing cautious, shaking hands on Seungwan's waist. His hands are big like his shoulders are big, all of him just big enough that Seungwan feels dainty, despite her athletic build (and other natural endowments). Like how she used to feel with Mingyu, but also entirely unlike that feeling in any way.
Huh. Wonwoo and Mingyu...
(She shakes herself again. Something else to consider privately.)
Seungwan reaches up to rest her arms around Wonwoo's shoulders, placing a series of small, teasing kisses on the skin of his neck. Wonwoo shivers and steps closer, until Seungwan can feel his weight shifting the strap. Seungwan moves her lips up Wonwoo's neck to his jaw, dropping kisses as she goes. She stops when she finally gets close enough to consider his lips, hoping for an actual kiss but unwilling to take that step alone, and she is rewarded when he meets her halfway without hesitation.
The honey-peach-cream hint of omega is too strong to be denied as he slides his tongue into her mouth, pulling an unflattering moan from deep in Seungwan's chest. Wonwoo's grip on her waist gets stronger, pushing close enough she can feel his chest against hers, his cock hardening against her hip.
She jumps a little, surprised, and Wonwoo pulls back.
"What?" he asks, but Seungwan is too busy looking down to confirm what she'd felt to answer.
Now, Seungwan had tried to do her research before tonight's encounter. Male omegas were rare, sure, but not unheard of. She'd hoped the internet would be a good place to prepare so she didn't end up asking Wonwoo a bunch of inane, intrusive questions.
But the internet had told her to expect something closer in size to a clit, and that is decidedly not what she's working with.
"Seungwan-ah?"
Wonwoo sounds worried enough Seungwan quickly looks back up, trying to figure out what to she should say. Should she tell him it's bigger than she expected, or would he find that insulting? Would it bother him that she'd done enough research to have expectations in the first place? Or... well, alphas liked being big, right? Would an omega?
Would Wonwoo?
Wonwoo steps back a little farther and the taste of his increasing anxiety shocks Seungwan out of her contemplation.
"Sorry, I, I wasn't expecting..." She swallows, then huffs, wrinkling her nose in embarrassment. "I don't know. I've just... I've never seen a male omega in person."
Wonwoo sighs as his scent peaks in a strange way, but there's a smile in the corner of his mouth.
"Ah, well," he says. "Don't worry, I see one every day. They're not all that."
Seungwan laughs awkwardly and Wonwoo does too. Then Seungwan sighs and reaches out again, resting the tips of her fingers against the waistband of Wonwoo's boxers.
"I mean..." She looks up at Wonwoo, biting her lip. "I'd like to."
Wonwoo inhales in surprise and Seungwan is immediately gratified by the spike of arousal in the air.
"You... can," Wonwoo says, tentatively. Seungwan has to hide her grin as she takes his waistband between her fingers and slowly lowers it down his thighs until gravity takes care of the rest. She studies him as she does so, more out of curiosity than desire - Wonwoo's dick isn't really her prime concern for today's activities.
That said, she's forced to admit that Wonwoo's dick is... fine. He could probably even pass as a beta, given enough scent blockers.
"Ah... sorry," Wonwoo says, his fingers twitching by his side, and Seungwan tries not to wince. Great job, Seungwan. Just silently stare at his dick, that'll help him relax.
And he'll need to be relaxed, if they're going to get anywhere tonight. Relaxed, and comfortable, and... ideally a little more aroused than he is currently, given the slow wilting she's currently witnessing between his legs.
This won't do.
"What for?" Seungwan asks, innocently, as she snakes a hand up behind her back.
"I know I'm not, like- I mean, I've seen, um, alphas-"
Seungwan unhooks her bra and Wonwoo's jaw drops. It is... disgustingly gratifying.
Excellent recovery. Good job, Seungwan.
"I already know about alphas," she says, placing her bra on top of her robe and idly bringing a hand up to circle the base of the strap. "That's why you're here, right?"
This seems to work a little too well, judging by the slack-jawed staring, and she's starting to worry about Wonwoo's odds of surviving this encounter when he finally starts breathing again, blinking rapidly.
"Y-yeah," Wonwoo says, swallowing. "Right. So, how do you, uh, want me?"
Seungwan opens her mouth to answer, then reconsiders. How does she want Wonwoo? A lot of that depends on factors she hasn't, ah, nailed down yet, which means all the work she just did to get him into an appropriately receptive state is about to be undone by a bunch of inane, intrusive questions.
But she also needs to know where this strap is ending up, so.
"It depends," she says, trying to hold on to her rapidly decreasing confidence. "You've... There's just the one... hole... right?"
Wonwoo blinks, looking visibly taken aback, and Seungwan wants to crawl under a rock. She lifts her arms to cross them over her chest but stops at the last minute, bringing her hands down to sit on her hips instead, because she's not feeling insecure. Why would she feel insecure? She has nothing to feel insecure about! It's an honest question! Clear communication is sexy! She's being very sexy right now!!
"Um. Yeah," Wonwoo says, very obviously trying not to smile. "Just. The one."
His mouth quivers and the smile breaks through. Someone obviously doesn't appreciate how sexy Seungwan is being.
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Seungwan grumbles, caving and crossing her arms over her chest anyway. "We've established you're my first male omega."
Wonwoo's scent briefly flares in that weird way again as he blushes, but he's still wearing that semi-condescending smile when he replies.
"I mean, there's porn-"
"You think I watch porn?!" Seungwan gasps, splaying a hand over her heart in offense as her eyes widen. Wonwoo's smile disappears again, but Seungwan can tell it's just a matter of time before it comes back. She'll just have to make sure it's on her terms this time.
"Me? Boo Seungwan?! Respectable young omega woman?! You think I would sully myself with pornography?!" Seungwan says, getting louder and louder as her voice pitches up. Wonwoo's shoulders start trembling as his lips disappear inside his mouth. "Jeju-do's pride and joy?! The good little salary worker who uses most of her paycheck to help support her aging mother?! Use my nonexistent free time to watch pornographic videos?!"
Wonwoo cracks. Seungwan relaxes, rolling her eyes as his signature stilted-but-somehow-genuine laugh fills the hotel room.
"I'm sorry," he says, finally, and Seungwan sniffs, shaking her head. "I should've known you were too classy for such things."
"You're forgiven," Seungwan says wearily. "This time. Now-"
Seungwan takes a deep breath. She is confident. She knows what she's doing. Wonwoo trusts her, and she will be worthy of it.
But... how does she want him? Her experiences with Mingyu tended to end up with him on his hands and knees, but that doesn't feel quite... She doesn't want Wonwoo like that.
Something dangerous in the back of her mind perks up and Seungwan quickly shakes her head, squashing it.
"Why don't you lie down on your back?" she suggests. Wonwoo's face twitches - surprise, maybe? - but he nods and does as she says, propping himself up by his elbows to watch her as she considers her approach.
She decides to be straightforward about it, gracefully placing her knees on the bed at Wonwoo's feet. He spreads his legs for her easily, though his blush is substantial, and his knees twitch as she passes between them, as if he wants to close his legs again.
He doesn't, though. His gaze is still clear, still focused (mostly), but his chest has started to heave as his breathing grows quicker, and Seungwan finds she can relate.
Wonwoo seems to realize this about the same time Seungwan does, his eyes falling to her chest and just... kind of... staying there. Seungwan waits for him to look back up and give her the go-ahead, or at the very least to remember she's attached to her tits, but he just keeps staring.
"You can touch me," Seungwan says. Charitably, she says charitably, because it seems like he wants to, and she's... well, she's not opposed.
His eyes snap up to meet hers, wide and uncertain.
"If you want to," she adds, when he makes no move to do so.
This seems to confuse him, and Seungwan feels a little bit like dying.
"I... Does it seem like I don't want to?"
Seungwan blinks.
"I mean, you're not."
Wonwoo opens his mouth to respond, pauses, then laughs.
"I guess I'm not. Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Seungwan grumbles. Thankfully, Wonwoo is already lifting his hands, preventing her from having to give him more specific instructions.
His first touch is... gentle. Reverent, almost. He cups the sides of her breasts cautiously, like she might change her mind, or tell him she was joking. His thumbs slowly rub over her skin, then over her nipples, and she gasps, shudders, trying to hold still as she starts to feel slick gathering between her legs.
"God..."
Seungwan smirks even as she shivers, Wonwoo's single-minded focus going right to her head, but then he sits up, nearly crashing into her.
"Sorry," he says, as she flinches back. "Just- can I...?"
"Can you...?" Seungwan asks, but Wonwoo's left hand has already slid around to her back, gently pulling her forward. She makes a small noise of confusion as Wonwoo's head moves forward and down, then another, very different noise, as his mouth finds her breast.
He emits a soft, guttural groan against her skin and Seungwan, again, feels both surprised and flattered. He really... he's really attracted to her, isn't he? He really wants to do this. He really-
Oh. His mouth moves over her nipple and she clutches at the back of his head, off-balance. She... She might really want to do this, too. She nods to no one, holding the back of his head, wanting to make sure he keeps kissing her like that. Keeps using his teeth like that. And he does, across both breasts, licking and kissing and gently biting as if he can read Seungwan's mind, and she thinks, with an unflattering amount of surprise, that she could really get used to this.
But, she remembers, as Wonwoo moves his head to sigh against her sternum, this isn't about her.
"Hey?"
"Mm?" Wonwoo looks up at her with glazed eyes, glasses askew, hair mussed by Seungwan's hand, and Seungwan has to actively stop herself from cooing.
"I'm going to..." She gestures downward and watches his eyes light up with realization.
"Okay. Yeah," he says, blinking too much as he lowers himself back onto his elbows. "Go- go for it."
Seungwan does coo at that, then kisses his head as she starts knee-walking backwards down his body.
When she finally gets where she's going, on her knees in between Wonwoo's legs, she gives him an encouraging smile as she plans her approach. He's already hard, his dick just sort of listlessly resting against his right thigh, and he's been wet long enough Seungwan can see traces of slick on the upper portion of his thighs. The angle isn't great, admittedly, but it's not impossible, not if she can shift his hips up enough.
She places her hands on his knees, then slowly slides them down to his thighs, gently pushing his legs even further apart as she goes. She stops her left hand where his thigh meets his groin, but she lets the fingers of her right hand dance lower, tracing the pads from dry skin to wet then further, over the puckered skin of his hole. Wonwoo tenses, legs moving as if to close, but he valiantly keeps them parted, his hole leaking even more slick as she tries to press one finger inside.
Wonwoo gasps, his legs jumping again, and Seungwan pauses.
"Not yet?" she says.
"No, you're- it's fine," he says. He pushes his elbows out from underneath his back, allowing him to lie flat as he closes his eyes. Seungwan feels the skin around his hole getting looser, slick oozing more freely, but she moves her finger away anyway, discomforted by his reaction.
She thinks for a moment, considering her options. Normally her go-to move in this situation would be to eat the omega out until they were ready, but... well, there's only one hole down there and it's not one she's ever been comfortable putting her tongue in. To his credit, Wonwoo smells like he showered beforehand, but did he shower enough? And would he even enjoy it, if she tried? She could be bad at it, for all she knows, and God knows there'll be no coming back from that.
"I- Sorry?" Wonwoo opens his eyes and blinks up at her owlishly, trying to prop himself up again. "You really can keep going, I was just- I was surprised. It wasn't bad."
Seungwan shakes herself. He has a dick. She knows what to do with that.
Wonwoo gives her a searching look, then starts to smile.
"Is this another 'male omega' thing?" he asks, a shade too close to patronizing for Seungwan's liking. "I'd be happy to answer any- oh god-"
Seungwan tries not to smirk with Wonwoo's dick in her mouth, but it's a close thing. She removes her left hand from his thigh to hold the base of his cock, making slow, shallow bobs with her head as her right hand continues lightly tracing the area around his hole.
Even though it is, for better or worse, A Dick, Seungwan is surprised at how otherwise pleasant she finds the experience of sucking Wonwoo's cock. The scent and taste of Wonwoo's skin is appealing, in its way, and the novelty of tasting omega sweetness while sucking a dick is a good distraction from the repetitiveness of the exercise as a whole. Wonwoo's response is similarly gratifying, with a surprising amount of sub-verbal noises and barely-controlled squirming.
(Is she really that good?! She can't be that good. How many blowjobs has Wonwoo gotten, to be reacting like this to the bare minimum?)
She begins to taste a familiar bitterness and pulls off, unwilling to gamble on what kind of refractory period the genetic lottery gifted male omegas (or the amount of fruit in Wonwoo's diet).
"Ready to try again, oppa?" she asks, dipping the pad of her middle finger into the now softer skin of his hole.
"Yeah," Wonwoo says, nodding eagerly, "You can try-"
He groans as her middle finger starts sliding home. She allows herself one smug grin before she starts lapping at his dick again, arousal making him wetter, looser.
When he feels ready for it (far sooner than she'd expected, but she supposes that's the whole 'omega' deal in action), she carefully starts nudging at his hole with her pointer finger. She watches Wonwoo's face like a hawk as she does - growing up, her crueler high school peers had been quick to point out her "alpha hands" and, while they'd served her well on the volleyball court, she's not sure Wonwoo's in a position to appreciate that sort of thing.
That being said, Wonwoo seems to like Seungwan's fingers well enough. His body relaxes, giving more and more space to the first two digits as she sheathes them in his hole, then as she scissors them further and further apart, until Seungwan decides to add a third, just the tip, to see if there will be room for the knot. Wonwoo's dick jumps in her mouth and she sees his arms spasm by his sides as he gasps, his hole eagerly accommodating the extra girth.
She pulls off of his dick and wipes at her mouth with her free hand. It's time to do what she came here for.
"Wait- are you...?"
Shit. She should probably ask Wonwoo if it's time to do what she came here for.
"You feel ready, oppa," Seungwan says, aiming for sultry and nailing it 100%, judging by the look on Wonwoo's face. "Are you? If you're not, I can keep going, or we can do something else. It's entirely up to you."
Wonwoo takes a deep breath as he looks up at the headboard, away from Seungwan.
"...Yeah," he says, after a moment. Seungwan holds back a sigh of relief as she reaches for the lube. She immediately starts slicking up the strap, giving Wonwoo a warm, encouraging smile when he finally looks back down at her.
"Okay," she says. "Tell me how this feels."
Seungwan slowly removes her fingers from his hole, not giving him any time to adjust to the emptiness before pressing the head of the strap against the soft ring of tissue. She keeps her eyes locked on Wonwoo's face as she moves forward, looking for the smallest hint of hesitation or discomfort, but his eyes remain clear as they stare back up into hers. Seungwan slowly slides her arms under Wonwoo's thighs, then lifts his hips up to rest on her thighs as the angle starts getting difficult. Wonwoo gasps but nods, bracing and lifting his body to match her cues, and the strap meets no resistance until it bottoms out with Seungwan pressed directly against Wonwoo's hole.
Seungwan allows herself a small, relieved exhale.
"Oppa?" she prompts, holding as still as possible. Wonwoo's body is quivering against hers, but she's uncertain if it's from excitement or exertion. "How is it?"
"It's- fuck-" Wonwoo throws his head back, gritting his teeth, and Seungwan looks down to make sure the knot hadn't somehow inflated without her notice.
"Do you want me to pull out?" she asks, worried, but Wonwoo shakes his head.
"Sorry, I..." He swallows, then takes a few deep breaths. Seungwan blanches.
"I'm pulling out."
"Don't!"
Wonwoo wraps his legs behind Seungwan's back, holding her in place.
"I- it's good," he says, finally. "Sorry, couldn't- I like it."
Seungwan sighs with relief.
"You scared me, oppa," she says. "I thought I broke you."
Wonwoo closes his eyes as he continues to breathe, but smirks. "I mean, you kinda did."
Seungwan rolls her eyes. "Oh, you mean with my advanced sexual techniques? My unbridled animal magnetism?" She snorts. "So sorry, oppa, I'll try to tone it down."
Wonwoo manages a broken laugh.
"Don't- don't stop on my account," he says, then bites his lip, his hips fidgeting against Seungwan's. "Could you- please, can you move? I need- please."
Oh. Seungwan tilts her head.
"You want me to move, oppa?" She shifts, just enough that the base of the strap becomes visible again, and Wonwoo whimpers, legs clenching around her again. She presses in and he arches into it with a groan.
She frowns. There's no way it feels that good. Still, she tries another slow, shallow thrust, and Wonwoo makes another series of improbable noises that seem just as improbably sincere.
"It feels that good?" she asks, her voice more confident than she feels, pulling out further before pushing in harder. Wonwoo gasps even as he nods, his eyes popping open in surprise.
"Yeah," he says, "Yeah, yeah, keep- keep going-"
"You want me to keep going?" She tilts her head, questioning, but she thrusts into him just as hard again, and again, watching as his cock jumps and his head nods, mussing his hair against the sheets.
"Please," he says, and Seungwan bites her lip. God. He really...
"Wow," she says, smirking as she finds a rhythm that has his eyes squeezed tight, his hands gripping the sheets. "Oppa feels really good, huh? Doesn't want me to stop?"
He shakes his head.
"Don't- don't stop-"
"It almost sounds like oppa's begging," she says, with a performative chuckle, but Wonwoo groans all the same. "Would you? Just for this?"
She slows down momentarily, but she hasn't even tried to pull out when Wonwoo cries out, his legs tightening around her again.
"Don't stop, please," he says. "Please, Seungwan-ah, keep- keep-"
"Oh, you would," she says, delighted, as she picks up the pace. "Say it again."
Wonwoo blinks, jostled by the motion of Seungwan's hips, hazy with pleasure and confusion both.
"Which- what-"
"Say 'please,'" Seungwan says, generously, as she bottoms out for a moment, just grinding against Wonwoo as she waits for his reply.
"Please!" Wonwoo gasps, as soon as she says it. "Please, please, Seungwan-ah, please-"
"Ah, look at oppa," she says, as she starts thrusting again. "Begging so nicely for my strap."
Wonwoo whimpers but nods again, another 'please' falling from his mouth every other breath.
"Does oppa like it?" she asks. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes, yes," he says, breath heaving with each thrust. "Feels good, feels good, don't stop, please-"
"It feels good, when I fuck you?"
Wonwoo moans, nodding his head in pace with the way his body moves under Seungwan, with the less-than-subtle bounce of his chest as Seungwan starts pounding into him.
"Feel full?" she asks, and he nods but there's a furrow in his brow like he's missing something, and Seungwan smirks. "Feel like you're gonna come?"
"Feel- yeah," Wonwoo says, reaching for his cock, but Seungwan stops him before he gets there.
"Oh, no, oppa, I've got you," she says, sickly sweet. "Let me fill you up."
She reaches down and engages the knot, watching as Wonwoo's eyes open only to roll into the back of his head as his cock spurts across his abdomen. Seungwan smiles, thinking of the first time she took a knot. The trepidation. The overstimulation. The indescribably shockwaves of pleasure. She grinds against him, making sure the knot is hitting all the right places, and closes her eyes as the action puts delicious pressure on her clit.
"God," Wonwoo says, and Seungwan opens her eyes to see him staring at her, awestruck, "You're so hot."
Seungwan, to her eternal embarrassment, comes.
"Should I-?"
"Um. No," Wonwoo says, with an inquisitive look on his face. "I mean- can you… leave it in? Just for a bit?"
Seungwan sighs, laughing. "Well, at least let me get off of you then. I feel like I'm crushing you."
"You're not crushing me," Wonwoo protests, but Seungwan unbuckles the harness anyway, leaving the knot in Wonwoo as she gingerly makes her way over to his side. She nuzzles his neck a little (aftercare is important) and watches his body clench and release around the knot - some aftershocks, some intentional.
"Um. Sorry, by the way," Wonwoo says
Seungwan frowns up at Wonwoo, confused. "For what?"
"For what I said, at the end," he says, abashed, and Seungwan immediately averts her eyes as she blushes. "Just- if that was too much, or not..."
Normal, Seungwan finishes in her head.
"Well, going forward," Seungwan says, stiffly, "I think you should know that it's really not the done thing to apologize for making someone come."
Wonwoo honest-to-god giggles.
"Ah, well. Sorry."
"That one I'll accept," she says, with a sniff.
"So," Wonwoo says, "That's what it's like, with an alpha?"
Seungwan grimaces.
"Well... That's what it's like with an omega. If I was an alpha, it wouldn't have lasted that long. And you probably wouldn't have come." She shifts and winces at the chilling, congealing slick running down her thighs. "It probably would've been cleaner, though, provided you convinced them to use a condom. But you'd have no guarantee on how long the knot would last, so... be prepared for that," she finishes, ineffectually.
"Something to be said for technology," Wonwoo says, tilting his head as he gives the harness between his legs a considering look.
"Truly," she agrees. "Well, I'm going to shower, unless you want first dibs?"
Wonwoo thinks for a moment, tilting his head the other way.
"...No,” he decides, “You can go first."
"Don't leave it in too long," Seungwan warns him, as she grabs the bag holding her change of clothes. "You'll get sore."
Wonwoo's noise of acknowledgment gets muffled by the bathroom door as she shuts it behind her.
Once her bag is safely stowed, Seungwan turns on the shower as hot as she can stand and steps into the spray, hoping to wash away this sudden sense of... unfocused melancholy. She's not sure where it’s coming from. The sex was fine. Maybe she’s just- is it a hormonal thing? Or like a seasonal dip, maybe. She doesn’t really have a reason to be sad, so she doesn’t know-
Okay, that's a lie, she knows exactly why she feels this way, but denial is part of the healing process! Sometimes sex makes her feel things she shouldn't! Or wouldn't normally! It's just par for the course! She'll take her shower and leave this hotel and it'll be gone in a week or two. She'll figure it out.
She scrubs between her legs and under her arms and takes a second to just... breathe.
Honestly. Jeon Wonwoo? She can do better than that. An alpha, for starters. Or a beta, even. Wonwoo's just... sweet. He's not even all that hot.
(Denial is a very important part of the healing process.)
"So, I was thinking-"
Seungwan shrieks and flails as she turns around, somehow managing to punch Wonwoo directly in the face as she does.
"Ow, fuck!"
"Why did you sneak up on me?!" Seungwan shouts, nonsensically covering her chest as Wonwoo clutches his nose. "Oh god, are you bleeding? I'm sor- actually, I'm not sorry, you scared me, but are you okay?!"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Wonwoo says, dropping his hand and studying it for signs of blood."Sorry for scaring you."
"You should be," Seungwan scolds as she shifts further into the shower, away from the open door. "Get in if you're gonna get in, you’re letting the warm air out."
"Ah, thanks."
Wonwoo steps in and closes the door, standing awkwardly under the spray. Seungwan crosses her arms and turns around, trying not to stare or cry or be weird in any way.
"Um, so," Wonwoo says, "I was thinking, before you punched me-"
"Before you violated the sanctity of my shower," Seungwan corrects, throwing a cutting look over her shoulder. Wonwoo just smiles, too busy rolling his eyes to notice her searing glare.
"I was thinking that, um... We did all this so I would be more comfortable pursuing an alpha," he says, "But I, ah, realized we forgot to account for something."
"You might've," Seungwan grumbles. "I think you'll find I was very prepared for everything that happened tonight."
(Denial is a crucial part of the healing process.)
Wonwoo hums, amused, and Seungwan considers turning the cold water all the way up, just to spite him.
"Well, I realized that we did all of this for some hypothetical alpha, but... What if I don't want an alpha?"
Seungwan makes a curious noise, desperately trying to reign in her hopes. (This was platonic, this was between omegas, he didn't promise her anything other than friendship and she'd done the same, there's no reason to get worked up-)
"What if I wanted to date an omega?" Wonwoo says, stepping closer until she can feel the heat of his skin against hers. "If I wanted to be with, say, an omega woman, all of this is going to be useless."
Seungwan swallows.
"Well. Not useless."
Wonwoo makes an interested noise against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Your h-heat should be easier, now that you can- that you know you can take a knot," she says, quite reasonably. Wonwoo makes an agreeable kind of purr, but Seungwan is immune to him now so she has no reaction to give.
(Shit. She's going to have to wash her thighs again.)
"And besides," Seungwan says, very serenely, very unaffected, "Some omega women are into that sort of thing."
"I can see why."
Wonwoo's hands find their way to her waist and Seungwan feels... just the slightest suggestion of a tremble. Scents just the smallest trace of fear, or uncertainty, before it’s washed away.
She rests her hands on his, pulling at his arms until they're wrapped around her.
"Well. If you're really interested in omega women," Seungwan says, leaning back into the comfort of his arms as she rests her head against his shoulder, "I suppose there are other things I could show you."
Wonwoo sighs, rubbing his face against her neck. Seungwan tilts her head away, allowing it.
"You're very generous.”
Seungwan laughs.
"I know."