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Wooyoung sighed, looking down at the shiny jewel on his hand. It was incredible how something so small was causing him so much trouble. He felt silly, the way his wedding ring was making him feel so trapped when it was so easy to take it off, more so now that his fingers were dripping with slick.
He washed his hands. Wooyoung could already smell his husband at the other side of the bathroom door, probably waiting for him.
He grabbed his bath robe, draping his naked body to have some kind of coverage even when it was going to be taken off in a second.
Wooyoung couldn’t help but think about his friend San at moments like this. He had been the first one to talk about Wooyoung’s future husband, jokingly speculating who his father might choose. They were just kids. Wooyoung thought it was just a game, something to fill those boring summer afternoons. There was no way convenience marriages still existed. There was no way his father was going to decide who he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
“Wooyoung? Are you coming to bed?”
What a joke.
He sighed again, opening the bathroom door to enter the master bedroom. His husband gave him a somehow awkward smile from where he was lying on the bed with his phone, shirtless.
Wooyoung guessed it could have been worse. Jongho was an attractive man. He was young and actually respected all the unsaid boundaries. He came from old money, too, and was the heir of some big ass company Wooyoung didn’t care about. It really could have been worse.
But it could have also been better.
Jongho scooted over to make room for him. Wooyoung took off his robe and got on the bed as his husband unceremoniously lowered his pants. The alpha scent hit his nose immediately. At least he didn’t have a disgusting smell, so that was another thing in favor of Jongho.
Wooyoung assumed his position, getting on all fours and spreading his legs as far as they could go.
When he was younger he had also thought that there was no way people still used kids to consolidate a marriage. And here he was, two months into this relationship and getting his daily dose of alpha seed.
“It will bring us good publicity.”
Wooyoung tried not to think about his father’s words as Jongho positioned behind him.
Two fingers shoved themselves into his hole. At least Jongho was careful and tried to make sure he was properly stretched. It could have been worse, Wooyoung repeated to himself.
He didn’t have to wait long before the alpha was slowly pushing in and it didn’t take long before he was being knotted, thick ropes of cum filling his belly as Jongho grunted on his ear. One of his big alpha hands brought Wooyung to completion as the omega panted in the pillow.
He was carefully lowered to the sheets, put in a comfortable position with Jongho’s palm on his belly and his knot still pulsing on his hole. The alpha rubbed his nose over Wooyoung’s scent gland, as if he was trying to smell the pregnancy already.
“Let’s hope this time works.” Jongho said softly, rubbing his hand where Wooyoung would bear the baby.
It could have been worse.
-
“I mean, I don’t know why you are complaining. He is mad hot.” San said over his cup of cocoa. Not a big fan of coffee.
Yunho pinched his cheek.
“Should I be getting jealous, babe?”
San and Wooyoung rolled their eyes.
“You know it already.”
“Do I?”
San gave him a pointed look.
“I’ll tell you what you want to hear in the bedroom, okay, big alpha?”
Wooyoung could feel, could smell, Yunho’s contentment. He focused on his coffee mug to keep himself from rolling his eyes once again. He loved San, he really did, and he of course approved of his relationship with Yunho, but he didn’t need to be exposed to their happiness when his own married life was crumbling. Well, has never been in a good state to begin with.
“What is it, Wooyoung? You told us he was a good guy. Has he done anything to you…?” Yunho started to ask, getting in his alpha mode, ready to protect an omega in distress.
“No, he is really respectful. I mean, he is too respectful. I know this isn’t a conventional marriage, but I wish he didn’t treat me like one of his business affairs.”
San added more sugar to his glass. If he kept that up Yunho was going to have an interesting evening. A sugar rushed San was something Wooyoung would rather not have to deal with.
“So now you want a happy mushy relationship.” San said. “I thought you weren’t into him either.”
“And I am not.” Wooyoung defended himself. “It’s just… I guess I was expecting more interest from him.”
“Well, it’s a bit unfair to ask for his interest when you yourself are not into him, don’t you think?” Yunho tried. “If you want him to fake that interest for your sake… your relationship is going to be even unhealthier than it is now.”
Wooyoung buffed. It couldn’t be any unhealthier.
“I just mean… we are married, whether we like it or not, so shouldn’t we try…?” Try what? Wooyoung asked himself. He wasn’t even sure. “Shouldn’t we just try?”
Yunho stayed silent for a while, considering.
“I understand what you are trying to say. But maybe… he doesn’t want to try?”
Wooyoung couldn’t contain his whine.
“But why wouldn’t he? I mean, it’s not as if I am undesirable, am I?”
“That’s not…”
San, who had been unlikely silent, decided to pipe in, cutting whatever wise thing his boyfriend was going to say next.
“Wooyoung, is this a sex thing?”
Yunho chocked on his own saliva and Wooyoung made an offended noise. He hated how easily his friend could read him.
He stayed silent, not being really able to deny it.
“What a good way to start the morning.” Yunho muttered under his breath, drowning what was left of his coffee.
Wooyoung tried to keep the whining to a bare minimum, but the topic was sensitive and there wasn’t much he could do about it.
“It’s not only about that.” He tried and his tone of voice was already more annoying than usual.
“Is he really that bad?” San asked, ignoring him completely. “I wouldn’t have thought it. I mean, look at him.”
He received a warning look from both his friend and boyfriend.
“He is not bad.” Wooyoung clarified with a sigh. “It’s just… he just does it to have the baby, like it was a task he needs to get over with.”
San grimaced at his words.
Wooyoung was being a little unfair, truth to be told. He had also treated sex like something they needed to do, but he just had hoped it would get better with time. But it seemed they didn’t click at all and they never will.
“Wooyoung, you need to remember you are still a stranger to him.” Yunho intervened. “You might be ready to take the first step towards a relationship, but maybe he still needs to warm up to you?”
He couldn’t help but pout.
“But still. Do I really not turn him on? Even just a little bit?”
Yunho blushed, as he always did when their conversations turned a bit raunchier.
“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask him.”
San dismissed his boyfriend with a shake of his hand.
“Forget about that. Wooyoung, honey, you are mad hot and if he can’t see it, that’s his problem. Well, no actually if he can’t see it, you are going to make him see it and he is going to give you the fuck of your life until you can’t walk because that’s honestly what you deserve.”
He finished his rant with a slap on the table.
Wooyoung really appreciated his friends, the points of view they both offered and their different ways to cheer him up, but he would really, really prefer if San didn’t talk so loudly about his sex life in such a public space. The families were looking at their table. They had to leave not long after.
-
It was uncomfortable, really. If Wooyoung hated something, it was the weekly dinner with his and Jongho’s parents. He hated being interrogated even more when it was about such private topics and he was being asked by nearly strangers.
“Is there still no baby, honey?” Jongho’s mother asked.
The expensive salmon tasted stale on his mouth.
“We are still trying. I have a doctor appointment in a few days.”
“But you are really trying, right?” Now it was time for his husband’s father to ask. Wooyoung would be lying if he said the man didn’t scare him a little.
“Dad.” Jongho warned.
“I don’t think you understand how important this marriage is…”
“We are trying.” Wooyoung cut him, feeling his cheeks heating up. “Every day.”
He hated this. He just wanted to run away and hide in his house, but the dinner had just started.
“What could possibly be wrong?” Wooyoung’s mother wondered out loud.
“Some couples need years to get pregnant, Miss Jung. I’m sure everything is okay.” Jongho said with a charming smile. Wooyoung could see his mom pleased expression without looking up from his plate.
“Well, we need a baby a bit sooner, son.” Mister Choi sighed. “I hope we didn’t choose the wrong omega. An infertile partner isn’t the headline we wanted.”
Wooyoung tensed, trying to keep eating as if he hadn’t been verbally attacked. Silence settled on the room.
“Maybe the problem is Jongho.” He was talking before he realized it, eyes still fixed on the tasteless salmon.
He heard his father chuckle and basked in it. That reaction was probably the only good thing he was going to get out of this meeting.
“Excuse me?” Mister Choi said.
Wooyoung forced himself to meet the man’s eyes.
“I said maybe the problem is Jongho.”
Wooyoung’s father laughed out loud.
“Ah, my son has some bite. He’ll be strong enough to carry Jongho’s son, I think we don’t need to worry.”
His father managed to control the situation and the rest of the evening was very similar to the polite business parties his father often held.
Wooyoung didn’t speak up anymore, except to say his goodbyes. He couldn’t wait to get home.
The car ride back to their house was uncomfortable to say the least. He could feel Jongho trying to keep silent, but there was only much an alpha could handle.
“I don’t understand why you need to confront my father like that.”
Wooyoung kept his eyes on the window. It was starting to rain.
“I don’t like being talked down.”
“You need to learn how to ignore him. He is an old man he just…” Jongho messed up his hair, then tightened his grip on the wheel. “Let’s forget about it.”
“Okay.”
It was not okay. Wooyoung wanted to get a reaction out of him, wanted Jongho to feel something, even if it was anger. Anything would do. Something that showed that at least he cared a bit.
“I’ll go with you to your doctor’s appointment.” The alpha said as they arrived to their neighborhood. “I’ll get checked too.”
“Okay.”
Would he react if Wooyoung started to cry? Because he really felt like crying. Ugh, maybe it was his heat coming that was making him sensitive.
At least that night they didn’t have sex. Wooyoung didn’t think he would have been able to handle it. The mood had been ruined, not that there was much mood to begin with, but well. Tonight was just not the night.
-
Any other doctor would have sent them away and ask them to come back when they had been trying for about a year, but Jongho’s father was paying an important amount for the best doctors to handle Wooyoung’s pregnancy, so they were immediately tested.
A young beta doctor was interpreting the results.
“I mean, you will have to wait a few days for more explicit results, but just checking this I can see there is no problem with any of you. You are both at the peak of your fertility, so it is strange that mister Jung isn’t bearing a child already. Even in the first intercourse he should have…” She trailed off, reading something.
“The first time I had just come off my heat.” Wooyoung supplied. “So maybe that…?”
He ignored the surprised look Jongho was giving him, focusing on the frown of the doctor.
“Are you using scent suppressants, sir?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Please tell me the brand.” She started noisily typing on her computer right away, turned the screen to them showing a medicine prospect. “I don’t know if you checked the side effects, but the brand you are using is so effective because it completely alters your reproductive hormones. It could actually act as a contraceptive if you abuse of it. Have you been taking the dose recommended?”
Wooyoung could feel himself blush under Jongho’s attention. He couldn’t tell if he was mad, he was really good at controlling his scent, as all business men were.
“I took a normal suppressant dose.” He admitted with a small voice.
“Mhm, I see. Well, there it is. Just stop using this brand and if there is no need for it, stop using suppressants altogether. Your body is now sensitive and even the weakest ones could affect your cycle.”
Wooyoung nodded.
“Thank you.”
“And if you allow me, make sure the omega reaches his climax before or while being knotted because it makes the body more receptive.”
Wooyoung was now definitely blushing. He left the tip to Jongho, as well as the goodbyes, before following him to the car in complete silence.
“I’m sorry.” He managed to say once they reached their home.
“There is nothing to be sorry about.” He answered.
It was obvious he was lying. He seemed mad. Or tense. Or something like it. It’s not as if he was showing it, but Wooyoung could tell because that night there wasn’t sex either. He felt a little stupid coming out of the bathroom in his robe, already prepped, while Jongho was already lying on his side of the bed, presumably sleeping.
Wooyoung swallowed the knot on his throat. He couldn’t help but feel he had done something incredibly bad. He changed as silently as possible into his pajamas before leaving the room and sitting on the couch to watch some crappy series before falling asleep.
-
“I just don’t know how we are going to have a baby if he doesn’t even touch me.” Wooyoung whispered. They were surrounded by the highest ranks of society in another of his father parties and Wooyoung just wanted to run away.
About five people had already asked about his marriage, three of them wondering when was the family going to grow. If only he knew.
“Maybe he is waiting for your next heat?” Yunho offered.
“We didn’t talk about spending it together, and if he believes he has that kind of right just because we are married, boy is he wrong.”
San gave him a look as he grabbed a handful of the expensive snacks the waitresses were offering.
“You are saltier than usual.” He pointed out.
“Yeah, well, the sex was bad but it was still sex.”
San snorted, looking at Jongho in the distance. He was with Wooyoung’s father, talking to some other rich person.
“Dude just rile him up.” San offered. “Look when I want Yunho to be rough with me…”
“Ew.”
“Please don’t share our intimacies in a place like this.” Yunho sighed, already too used to it.
San ignored them both.
“… I just get him jealous. Don’t get me wrong, Yunho is the sweetest most respectful alpha ever, and he knows I love him…” Wooyoung didn’t need to look at the man to know what kind of expression he was making. “… but he is still an alpha. They are possessive as fuck. Just stand a bit closer to some other dude and he’ll want to show you your place.”
Wooyoung frowned. He wasn’t sure if he wanted their sex life to be based on jealousy and ownership.
“I don’t know…”
“It’s not as bad as it seems. He’ll act possessive and all alpha towards the other guy and then he’ll try to do the same with you once you are in private…”
“But…”
“… and you’ll have to refuse him.”
“What.” Wooyoung said in complete confusion. It was hard to follow San’s mind sometimes. He waited for the boy to explain himself.
“Well, of course you can’t give in if he acts like that. You’ll raise an asshole.” He reasoned, as if it was obvious. “Get mad at him, so he knows you won’t tolerate that kind of behavior. And then the next day he’ll try to make it up to you.”
Wooyoung gave an unconvinced look to Yunho, who had been entertaining himself with his drink and just shrugged.
“I guess it works.”
“I swear it does. He’ll fuck you good, I promise.”
It didn’t go exactly as San had promised, but an alpha was an alpha and their nature made them fairly predictable.
It wasn’t hard to find an alpha friend who would play the part and it wasn’t hard to get Jongho’s attention either. Seonhwa wasn’t even doing anything crazy, just standing close to him, no part of their bodies touching.
But Jongho still came towards them, discreetly standing between them. He shook Seonghwa’s hand, forcing him to step back, and stayed close to Wooyoung. The alpha left soon, knowing perfectly well that he shouldn’t stay near Jongho at that moment. Even Wooyoung knew the smart choice was to leave the alpha to calm down, but he needed to play it cool.
“He was nice, wasn’t he?”
Jongho leaned towards him and Wooyoung could feel the shift in his scent. He wasn’t very pleased.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t give a show at such a formal meeting.”
He wasn’t exactly using his alpha voice, but Wooyoung had never heard such an authoritarian tone from him before. His first instinct was to apologize and submit, his wolf ready to obey and preening at the attention.
He forced himself to resist, arching an eyebrow at Jongho.
“Excuse me?”
“We have an image to maintain in public. Please don’t ruin it.”
And just like that he was gone. Wooyoung’s wolf wanted to cry and honestly so did he. He endured the party for a while longer just because he had to, feeling lost because he couldn’t find San and Yunho, and Jongho was off again talking with people he didn’t know. Not that he wanted to spend more time with the alpha.
He wondered if things between him and his husband would get better.
The night didn’t seem to end and Wooyoung was tired. People kept asking him about Jongho and he just wanted to leave. It was getting harder for him to control the emotions his scent expressed now that he was without suppressants and his cycle was trying to go back to normal. Some of the guest started to realize, asking him if he was okay.
Wooyoung tried to play it off, smiling and trying to blame it on his tiredness, but he must have done a poor job because Jongho was finding him in a second next to the drinks table. The alpha poured him a glass of water and even that was enough to appease him somehow. Wow, he was really desperate for it, wasn’t he.
“Let’s go home, okay?”
Wooyoung just nodded.
-
The car ride was silent again. Jongho wasn’t mad this time though, he had actually apologized for his behavior that night as soon as they had gotten into the car. Wooyoung wasn’t sure what he meant for “behavior” but he accepted the apology nonetheless.
“I’m hungry.” He announced over the low music of the car. Maybe he was taking advantage of the victim card, but he wanted to see how far he could push Jongho. Somewhere on the back of his head, he still wanted to go through San’s plan, taking just a small deviation. Let’s see how bossy he could get.
“Where do you want to go?” Jongho asked easily.
“I’m craving McDonalds.”
Jongho raised an eyebrow at him.
“We could go somewhere else, you know.”
“The doctor told me I should gain weight if I wanted a healthy pregnancy.”
“McDonnalds isn’t healthy.”
“Well, we can go to Burger King, then.”
Jongho laughed. Wooyoung blinked a couple of times to make sure he was seeing it right. He looked very different smiling. Younger, more approachable.
“Okay, McDonalds it is.”
It was sad really, how their night in the McDonalds parking lot was probably the best time they had spent together, drinking watered down coke and fake meat. They didn’t even talk that much, they just sat down on the hood of the expensive car, trembling slightly in the chill of the night. Jongho lent him his jacket. It smelled good.
They got home in silence, as it was usual in them. They were changing for bed when Jongho reached for Wooyoung’s hip.
He wanted to give in so badly. Jongho had already asked for forgiveness and had acted like a true gentleman for the rest of the night, but Wooyoung was still bitter. It has been almost two weeks of the omega waiting for his alpha to do something, he couldn’t crumble so easily whenever Jongho wanted.
“I’m tired.” He said softly in the silent room.
Jongho’s hand dropped immediately. He gave Wooyoung a tired smile.
“Sleep well.”
-
“If you win tonight we’ll do that thing that you like.” San whispered loud enough for them and the whole locker room to hear. Yunho’s teammates hollered while Wooyoung grimaced.
San kissed his boyfriend goodbye and Yunho patted his butt as they left.
It was probably Wooyoung’s imagination, but Jongho was just standing closer to him that day. Maybe it was because they were surrounded by famous strong alpha footballers and his inner wolf was asking him to protect his omega. Wooyoung didn’t mind. It felt nice to act like a couple for once.
Things were still tense between them from the other night. It had been family dinner night and it had gone as well as expected. More questions about their sex life, then some disappointing sex when they reached home.
It wasn’t that it was bad per se. Wooyoung got to come every time, and Jongho’s member was so thick it pressed against his prostate all the time, but the omega couldn’t help but think effort and enthusiasm were lacking. It was all very to the point.
Wooyoung had invited Jongho to Yunho’s match to try to warm things up between them. He wasn’t sure if it would work, he didn’t think it was really their ambient. At first he couldn’t imagine Jongho cheering for a goal, but maybe he underestimated his alpha spirit or Yunho’s team was just his favorite, because he had never seen him that happy. It was making Wooyoung smile too.
Yunho’s team won, which meant San abandoned them in favor of getting some alone time with his boyfriend in the locker room, so Jongho and Wooyoung wandered around the facilities, showing the VIP pass Yunho had gifted them.
“I didn’t know you liked football.” Wooyoung made an attempt at conversation as they bought chocolate from a vending machine.
“I used to play when I was in high school.”
“Before having to take care of your father’s company?”
“Yeah, college sucked. At least you didn’t have to worry about it.”
Wooyoung had honestly never thought about it. He was indeed lucky to have an older brother or else he wouldn’t have been able to study whatever he wanted. He still had been forced to marry someone of his father’s choice, but it could have been worse. Jongho hadn’t been able to choose a single thing in his life.
“How long do you think we’ll have to wait for San?” Wooyoung asked, just to change the topic.
“I think we shouldn’t wait him at all.” Jongho answered with one of his rare smiles. “I was actually thinking about going grocery shopping. We should get something appropriate for you to eat in case, you know.”
The mood was gone instantly. Wooyoung hated to be reminded they were together for a reason, that there was a goal to accomplish. And then, what?
He forced a smile.
“Okay, let’s go.”
-
Jongho was coming late. Wooyoung had already prepared, and he had actually made up a plan. He would take the reins this time and he would ride the alpha to the next week. If Jongho didn’t make the effort of making it enjoyable, maybe the duty lied on his hands.
But he was running late. They both worked, and it was true that both of them had come home late often, but never to this extent. It was almost two in the morning.
The door opened silently and Wooyoung looked up from his phone. Jongho stumbled into the house and the omega was hit with the smell of alcohol.
Their eyes met.
Jongho was giving him an apologetic look.
“You sleep in the sofa.” He ordered before locking himself in their bedroom.
-
“I’m sorry.” Wooyoung ignored him. “It was just a couple of drinks after a meeting, my father insisted. I know I should have texted you or something…”
Wooyoung glared at him and Jongho closed his mouth, resuming his task of making breakfast. The kitchen was in complete silence, not very different from other times, but the atmosphere was much tenser.
Jongho settled the plates. At least he was trying to appeal the omega’s stomach by making pancakes, but it was not enough. Wooyoung picked at his food.
“Were you in a relationship before the marriage?” He didn’t know when he had decided to ask, he just blurted it out.
Jongho looked at him with his cheeks filled with food, eyed wide open.
“No? I mean, I had a serious girlfriend in college…”
Wooyoung tried not to snap at him, failing.
“Is there someone, Jongho?”
“What? No! Of course there isn’t. What makes you think…?”
Wooyoung ignored him, burying his face between his hands. He felt close to tears.
“I’m not sure if I want to keep going with a marriage like this.” He confessed.
Silence fell all over the kitchen. Wooyoung didn’t dare to look up to his husband.
“But… why?” Jongho asked in a strange voice. “I thought we were trying. I’m trying. And I know it’s not ideal, but I thought we were okay.”
Wooyoung let out a humorless laugh, staring now up to the ceiling, everywhere but Jongho.
“How are we okay? How are you trying? Because I can’t see neither.”
Jongho frowned.
“I do try, okay?” He was starting to get angry. Great. Wooyoung just hoped he didn’t pay it on him. “But I can’t do much if my partner is giving me the cold shoulder.”
Wooyoung turned his head to look at him so fast that his neck resented a bit.
“Have you seen yourself?” Wooyoung asked, already raising his voice. No matter how he looked at it, this wasn’t going to end well. “And I am the one giving you the cold shoulder?”
“Well, yes!” Now he was raising his voice too. Wooyoung tried not to listen to his wolf begging to submit. Unless Jongho used his alpha voice, he would be able to keep talking back, and that was exactly what he was going to do. “I was just trying to respect your personal space!”
Wooyoung buffed, standing up. This was not a discussion to have sitting peacefully with pancakes between them.
“Respect my…? You only touch me to fuck me pregnant!”
Jongho looked at him with wide eyes. This was probably the first time he heard Wooyoung talk like that. He wondered if the alpha regretted taking home a mouthy rude omega now.
“How can you say that?” Jongho asked in a much softer voice. It didn’t last long. “You of all people.”
Wooyoung flapped his arms around in annoyance.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Jongho finally stood too and Wooyoung flinched back by instinct. The alpha saw it and he also took a step back. At least he wasn’t trying to assert his dominance and scare the omega.
“Why did you take the suppressants?” Jongho asked in a much calmer tone now that he had seen Wooyoung get wary of him.
Wooyoung was confused because of the sudden change of topic, but he indulged the alpha.
“I had just come out of my heat and I didn’t want my scent to…” He didn’t know how to say it without offending Jongho, but he gave it a try. “To come in the way. Of whatever we had.”
It didn’t work. Jongho rubbed his forehead and messed his hair.
“Do you think I’m not able to control my instincts?” He asked and he looked deeply disappointed.
“No! It’s not that. I just didn’t want to base a relationship in scent. And… I’m not making sense I know…”
At that moment, the last thing Wooyoung had wanted was to gain Jongho’s attention because he smelled like an omega. Like a horny omega. He didn’t want the other to see his second gender and immediately think there were feelings there, just because that’s how it should be between alpha and omega. Just because their wolves felt it was right.
Jongho sighed.
“I am an adult, Wooyoung. One would think I have the capability to tell the difference between feelings and a simple response to scent.”
“I wanted to make sure.” Wooyoung defended himself. He wondered when had the tables turned and why was he the one under attack now. He wasn’t at fault for this disastrous marriage, right? “I didn’t know anything about you.”
“That’s why I understand. Kind of. But… but I do not get other things.” Another sigh. Jongho leaned on the counter and Wooyoung waited patiently. The omega regretted having stood up now that the anger was basically gone. “Like… I don’t want to sound like a jerk, but why were you flirting with that alpha? At the party.”
Wooyoung looked down at the floor, feeling stupid about that decision. He should never listen to San again, even when they had enjoyed a nice night after that.
“I was just trying to get a reaction out of you. But it didn’t work, obviously.”
“I didn’t know if it was my place to be jealous.” Jongho confessed.
Wooyoung just gave him a nod, still looking down.
“Of course it was your place.”
He didn’t see the alpha nod as well. Wooyoung leaned on the fridge before deciding to sit on the floor, knees drawn to his chest. Jongho soon followed his example.
“I’m trying my best, but I also have to be careful around you. Marriage is a first for me, Wooyoung.”
“It is for me too.”
They fell into silence. There were a lot of things Wooyoung wanted to ask. What were exactly Jongho’s feelings about the marriage, about having a kid, about him? But he felt they had shared too much for a day, so he just stayed silent.
Jongho though, he wasn’t over with his questions.
“Can I know….?” He cleared his throat. Wooyoung looked at him from over his knees, but the alpha was not meeting his gaze. “I want to ask why do you prepare every time we… you know.”
Wooyoung couldn’t help but blush and was slightly surprised to see Jongho’s cheeks reddening too. Well, not so surprised actually. It was the first time they addressed the topic of their sex life.
“I…”
“You don’t have to tell me.” Jongho told him, finally meeting his eyes.
“It’s okay. I just didn’t know if you would want to do it, so I did it myself.” Wooyoung explained simply, shrugging to shake some weight out of the issue.
Jongho’s eyes were wide once again.
“Oh my- W-why wouldn’t I want to?” He asked in complete confusion, his voice slightly higher in pitch.
Wooyoung shrugged once again, feeling his whole face burning up. His wolf was pleased right now, and so was he.
“I don’t know. Most alphas just… go for it. So I’m the one who has to make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
Jongho’s expression was now one of horror. The alpha turned his whole body to him. Wooyoung could feel him wanting to reach out for him, but in the end he didn’t. He tried to hide his disappointment.
“Wooyoung that’s… that’s awful.” He stammered. “I… please, don’t think of me like that. I would never do anything to hurt my husband.”
Wooyoung blinked. Then he hid his face from Jongho, torn between smiling, blushing and crying. His wolf just wanted to lay on the floor and present to the alpha, but he tried to ignore it. Now it wasn’t the moment.
Apparently his body decided on crying on his own, because there were tears in his eyes and now Jongho was anxiously trying to make him stop while also trying not to touch him because personal space.
He managed to stop at some point. He drank the water Jongho had given him and stood from his spot on the floor. His ass and lower back complained the whole time as he stretched.
He still had tears on his cheeks and eyes and Jongho was still standing next to him with a worried expression.
“I’m okay.” He reassured, but it didn’t do much for the alpha, so he let out his calming omega scent. “I think I’m going to shower. I need to…“ He made a vague gesture with his hand. “…to think about all this.”
Jongho nodded.
“I… okay.”
Their eyes met. Wooyoung could see they were thinking about the same thing.
“I’ll… probably go to San’s for a couple of days.”
Jongho nodded.
“Okay. Take care.”
“You too.”
-
Wooyoung stayed true to his word and came back home in only a few days. He just needed some alone time to sort his thoughts, to really consider what to do from now on.
Jongho wasn’t home when Yunho dropped him off, so Wooyoung took the time to make himself comfortable. He showered, feeling finally at ease once he used his own shampoo. Smelling again like himself and laying on his own mattress was doing wonders for his mood. Even Jongho’s scent on his side of the bed was making him feel at home. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
A gentle nudge woke him up after what felt like years of resting. Jongho was smiling down at him.
“Dinner is ready.”
Wooyoung groggily got out of bed, following the alpha like a lost duckling. Some part in him wanted to reach out, finding out that he had surprisingly missed the man, but he refrained himself.
“When did you get home?” He asked, taking in the sight of the full meal Jongho had prepared. A glance in the direction of the kitchen told him that everything had already been cleaned up.
“Couple of hours ago. I saw you sleeping and decided to let you rest while I cooked.”
It was not unusual, for them to make each other dinner, but there was something about this time that managed to warm Wooyoung’s heart. Maybe it was because some of the tension between them had ebbed away.
“Thank you.” Wooyoung said softly, taking his seat on the sofa and immediately digging in.
They stayed in silence. They could get along a bit better now that they had talked out some things, but that didn’t mean the awkwardness between them was gone.
“How are San and Yunho?” Jongho asked.
The man didn’t meet his eyes, probably feeling embarrassed. They had never really attempted at small talk and the alpha must be feeling at a lost.
“Well, Yunho is preparing for that match they announce all the time in the TV and San has finally convinced him to get a cat. They are bringing her home tomorrow.”
“That’s good.” More silence. “How’s the food?”
“It’s great.”
Wooyoung bit his lip. This was getting really uncomfortable really quick and he didn’t know how long was Jongho planning on ignoring the elephant in the room.
“I think we need to talk.” Not long, then. Wooyoung left his fork on the table and nodded. “Are you going to ask for a divorce?”
It took a while for Wooyoung to process because of how sudden it had been.
“Sorry? A divorce?” He blinked. “Do you want to get divorced?”
Jongho blinked.
“I… no, I don’t.”
“I don’t either.”
“Good.”
A small silence. Wooyoung decided to take a sip of his wine to get the courage to ask.
“Do you really want to have a baby?”
Jongho looked shocked, trying to subtly glance at his belly as if he would already be showing.
“Are you saying…?”
“No.” Wooyoung clarified. “I just want to know if this is a step you are ready to take. We are ready to take.”
Jongho didn’t respond immediately, presumably measuring his words. Wooyoung appreciated seeing that the alpha was taking this as seriously as he had.
“I… came to terms with the idea that I was going to be a father when we got married.” There was a pause. Wooyoung waited patiently. “I actually became really excited about it. I do want to have a kid. But…”
“Yeah?” Wooyoung urged gently when he took too long to continue, feeling his heart hammering in his chest.
“But I understand if that’s not what you want. I mean, the burden of the pregnancy lies on you, so it’s not like my opinion really matters?”
“Of course it matters.” Wooyoung was quick to say. “You would be the father. And the burden of dealing with a pregnant me would lay on you, so… it does matter.”
He gave the alpha what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
“So… do you want to have the baby?” Jongho asked cautiously.
Wooyoung did, actually, which kind of surprised him. Just as Jongho, he came so used to the fact that he needed to have a kid that know it was something he actually craved.
“Yeah.”
“It’s not because my father is pressuring you? Because I couldn’t care less about what he expects from us.”
“No, Jongho, I really want it.”
“Oh, okay.” With that out of the way, Wooyoung resumed his eating, only to choke on Jongho’s next words. “So I guess now we have to talk about sex? Setting some boundaries to make… the experience more enjoyable?”
Wooyoung coughed, reaching for his glass of wine once again.
“Please don’t treat this like a business affair.” He managed to say between coughs.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…” Jongho grimaced. “It was awful, wasn’t it?”
Wooyoung couldn’t help the small laugh that came out.
“Definitely not the worst I had.” He recognized, amused by Jongho’s startled expression. “But improvable, I guess. It was a bit too… cold.”
Jongho grunted and rubbed his face.
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to offend you and I have no idea of your limits and… ugh, I don’t know.”
Wooyoung snorted, taking another swig of the wine. It was going down quickly.
“I would literally like anything you do to me at this point.”
Jongho looked at him with a worried expression before reaching to take the wine glass out of his hand. It was probably for the best.
“We’ll save this conversation for other day.” Jongho decided.
It was kind of cute seeing him so flustered.
-
“What do you think of this?” San asked.
Wooyoung didn’t even look at him before answering.
“For the last time, we are not here to buy lingerie, San. I need something to impress Jongho’s friends. Ugh, they probably hate me. I have caused him too much trouble.”
He could hear San rolling his eyes from the other side of the store.
“I’m just saying, you are still waiting for good sex, your words, not mine and this is a small push in the right direction.”
Wooyoung ignored him again, turning to Yunho.
“Do alphas really like it?” He asked skeptically.
Yunho just blushed and kept looking through the satin shirts.
“He was the one to ask me to wear it, what do you think?” San shouted a few aisles away. Wooyoung ignored him but a second later the beta was coming towards them and shoving a pile of clothes of all types Yunho’s arms. “Make use of your big alpha muscles, babe.”
“Stop treating me like furniture.”
San turned to Wooyoung.
“Come on, to the changing room.”
-
“I had a great time today.” Wooyoung admitted as they reached their house, hand in hand.
Jongho gave him a surprised look.
“Really? I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable.”
Wooyoung laughed softly. As if he hadn’t felt the alpha’s worry during the whole afternoon. It had been quite endearing, seeing Jongho actively trying to comfort him. A hand on the small of his back as they entered the café, the arm over Wooyoung’s chair as they talked to Hongjoong and Mingi, the glares he gave to his friends whenever the topic of conversation focused in their relationship.
“Just admit you were more nervous than I was.” Wooyoung said playfully, opening the front door.
“I… Well, I just didn’t know if they would behave.”
Wooyoung considered for a second before opting against turning on the lights. It was time to go to bed, anyways. He took of his shoes and went straight to the room, Jongho following right behind.
“And why would that be?” He faked a gasp. “Jongho, have you shared details of our private life with them?”
He could barely see the alpha’s face in the dark, but he knew him well enough to guess he had his surprised face on, all wide eyes and careful stance.
“Uh… no?”
Wooyoung laughed again, he was in a really good mood after that evening.
“Don’t worry, I talk about our juicy secrets with San all the time.” He said, waving his hand in the air and going towards the wardrobe to find his pajamas.
“Oh, okay.” Jongho breathed out, turning on the light of the room before following him like a lost puppy. “Wait, what? What have you told him!?”
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at him, ignoring the fact that Jongho’s eyes had darted down to his ass for the fifth time that evening and continuing the conversation. He would have to thank San for choosing the outfit other day.
“What have you told your friends?”
“Okay, fair.” He ended up saying. With a smile, Wooyoung gently pushed him out of the way, wordlessly claiming the first turn in the shower. He heard Jongho grunt behind him as he lied down on the bed. “Ugh, do they know how bad I suck at sex?”
Wooyoung let out a really ugly snort. He was glad they could joke about it now.
“What do you think?” He asked back, closing the door of the bathroom. His question was followed by more childish groans and what seemed to be kicks to the mattress.
He found the alpha face down on the bed when he came out of the shower. Wooyoung fetched a pair of pants for him to wear for bed and threw them over his back.
“I don’t want to shower, I’m embarrassed.” The alpha whined.
“Come on, I signed for a kid, not two.” Wooyoung joked, grabbing the alpha’s arm and dragging him out of bed.
He was pouting in the same way he had done when Hongjoong had started to share his embarrassing high school stories. It was quite cute.
At least he was standing and collaborating.
Wooyoung entertained himself while the alpha was in the bathroom by putting their room into order and he waited patiently for Jongho to come out. His hair was completely wet because he loathed drying, and little droplets were running down his torso because he also hated wearing shirts.
Wooyoung got closer to him, towel already in hand to dry his hair.
Jongho rolled his eyes.
“I thought you didn’t want to baby me.” He said, but he was smiling. Wooyoung had been surprised this last few days at how easy it was to make the alpha happy. Just a little touch, just a little comment. He couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to notice.
“I also don’t want you to dirty the floor. Its parquet.”
Jongho took the towel from his hands and Wooyoung’s words died on his mouth. They stared at each other.
The omega waited for something to happen. And waited. And then Jongho looked away and Wooyoung was completely lost.
They had had an amazing day and he felt they were closer than ever. Then why was Jongho still acting like that?
The alpha was moving towards the bed under Wooyoung’s stare. He tried to pick something from smell, but Jongho was holding a tight grip around his scent. His face was also a mask but the tip of his ears were betraying his impassive expression.
“Jongho, come here.”
It was surprising how well Jongho obeyed that order. Most of alphas wouldn’t let an omega order them around, but Jongho was showing him he was no common alpha.
He had turned towards Wooyoung but he didn’t walk too close because personal space. Wooyoung rolled his eyes internally, closing the distance between them and looking up at Jongho. He gave the alpha an expectant look.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” Wooyoung asked.
They were no strangers to kisses. They actually made out for half an hour on their wedding night, probably to delay the moment of sex, and they have kept kissing before going to bed ever since. It was more out of routine than anything.
Jongho swallowed.
“Yeah, sorry.”
He leaned in and gave a small peck to the corner of his mouth. Wooyoung wanted to strangle him, but he opted for grabbing the hem of his sweats to pull him closer, chest to chest. He lied his palm over the alpha’s abdomen, feeling his cheeks burn up at his own boldness.
“Kiss me properly.”
Jongho licked his lips.
“Yeah, of course.” So obedient.
Jongho was actually a really good kisser, something Wooyoung realized early on their marriage, so it was a pity he didn’t get to enjoy more often.
Wooyoung put his hands around Jongho’s neck, pressing against him, opening his mouth immediately and attacking the alpha with his tongue, wanting him to get the memo. At least Jongho was a smart man. He grabbed Wooyoung by the hips, hard, pushing their crotches together and taking full control of the kiss. Yes, that was it.
Wooyoung pulled away and Jongho tried to follow, confused. But the omega was already down to his knees.
“Oh my fucking god.” He heard Jongho whisper above him. Wooyoung didn’t waste time pulling his sweats down, not surprised at all when he found out the alpha was going commando.
Wooyoung fell himself salivating at the sight of the already hard dick in front of him.
Gosh, he smelled so good down there. Pure alpha even with the smell of the soap masking it. Wooyoung buried his nose there, already panting. Trembling hands found place on his hair as Wooyoung nosed the place where the knot would form.
It had been too long since he last sucked dick, so he couldn’t really control himself. He had half of the length in his mouth in a second and Jongho was chocking and his legs trembling. He gagged himself on it on purpose, loving the feeling it left on his throat.
He looked up at his alpha, trying to check on him. He was met with lust filled eyes and bitten lips.
Wooyoung pulled off, opening his mouth with the tip still on his tongue. He smacked the cock on it, watching Jongho close his eyes with a curse.
“Come on, treat me like a hook up.” Wooyoung tried to plead without coming off as desperate, needing the man to be more active, to throw him around and fuck his throat full of come. He really needed it and he deserved it.
Jongho was panting.
“You are more than that.” He whispered.
Wooyoung felt his heart and dick twitch at that. Trying to ignore that feeling, he swallowed Jongho down again holding there, nose buried in his pubic hair, smelling him and looking up with watery eyes. If that wasn’t enough of a petition he didn’t know what it was.
Still Jongho gripped his hair carefully and Wooyoung whimpered, asking for more. He thrust his hips slowly, but deeply. God, yes.
“Fuck, Wooyoung, you are going to kill me.” Another thrust. Then another. And then he was directing Wooyoung’s face by his hair, pushing him around to choke on his cock.
The omega let out a loud cry, his dick rock hard in his pants and his hole starting to wet. Jongho must have smelled him, because he was growling and his hips were thrusting forward more harshly than before.
Wooyoung coughed around it. He was so overwhelmed, the powerful scent of aroused alpha surrounding him. This is what he had wanted all along.
Jongho pulled completely away, his dick so wet with saliva it dripped down the floor.
“What?” Wooyoung asked with a cough and Jongho looked down at him, his breath raged and his hand still in the omega’s hair. He was stroking himself slowly. “Keep going alpha.”
Jongho growled.
“I can’t believe you, fuck.” He shoved his dick back home, pushing as deep as he could. “Hold there, that’s it.”
Wooyoung tried not to glow too obviously at Jongho’s proud expression and the pat on his full cheek. He tongued at the underside trying to find any hint of the knot forming. He took the dick out, going to mouth at it, feeling it grow under his attention.
He must have looked ridiculous, drooling all over the floor with a thick dick resting over his face, but he was so hungry. He had been waiting for something this good, and Jongho just tasted amazing.
Wooyoung rubbed his thighs together, needing some sort of relieve. His hole was dripping now, dirtying his pajamas, but he couldn’t care less. It felt so good knowing he was pleasing his alpha.
He put Jongho’s balls in his mouth, feeling his cheeks puff up and god, the taste was so strong there he couldn’t get enough. The alpha made a wounded sound as he rolled them in his mouth.
“Fuck, Woo, babe, I’m close.” Wooyoung whined, allowing Jongho to direct his face back again to his cock. He did his best to put it all inside, knot included, trying to follow the brutal rhythm Jongho had set, but he was drowning in the smell and his own arousal, making him sloppy. “Good omega. Yeah, god, fuck. Can I- can… down your throat…”
Wooyoung was nodding as best as he could, choking from time to time but never stopping, the knot coming in and out of his mouth. He was looking up at Jongho the whole time, not wanting to miss anything. It was not usual for him to be facing the alpha during sex and he was dying to see him orgasm.
His wish was left unfulfilled, though, because Jongho was thrusting deep into his mouth with a cry, shrinking over Wooyoung’s kneeling form as the first thick rope of come was shoved down his throat. He swallowed around the throbbing length as the alpha kept coming and coming. He realized Jongho had not pushed his knot past Wooyoung’s lip so as not to smother him, and the omega brought up his hands to apply pressure over it. Jongho growled, giving another short thrust as he shot another load.
Wooyoung pulled away, needing to breathe. His mouth was full with all the come he wasn’t able to swallow and his wolf cried for not having that big load on his belly.
Jongho was still panting, his dick still hard. When Wooyoung let go of the knot, more cum came out, landing on Wooyoung’s collarbone.
“Shit.” That was all Jongho managed to say as he forced Wooyoung’s mouth open with his thumb. The omega showed him all the cum gathered there. “Fuck, Woo, fuck.”
He leaned down, his tongue collecting most of it. Both of them swallowed until there was nothing left and Jongho pulled away.
Wooyoung did his best at smiling sweetly at his alpha, but he was so turned on he doubted he had achieved it.
“Help me up.”
Jongho pushed away his sweaty bangs before leaning down to pick the omega up. Wooyoung was immensely pleased with the display of strength, clinging to Jongho’s sturdier form as he was carried to the bed. His knees hurt horribly, but he didn’t care about that.
“What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything.” Jongho asked once he laid him down, still out of breath.
Wooyoung knew how whinny and dumb he got when he was aroused, but he also knew it was just what a turned on alpha liked.
“Finger me?” He asked with a small voice, rubbing his legs together.
Jongho’s hand was immediately down his shorts, brushing past his dick and putting a finger inside, meeting no resistance. Wooyoung was so wet he could probably fit a whole fist without preparing.
“Fuck, I have never seen you so wet, Jesus, Wooyoung.”
Honestly, it had been so long that Wooyoung thought he had never seen himself like that either.
There was a second finger joining the first immediately stretching him so good. Wooyoung could feel himself dripping all around them.
“Harder, Jongho, please.” He begged, rolling his hips down on the fingers.
Jongho finally took the decision of taking his pants off, giving his cock a couple of strokes before letting it fall back over his tummy.
“God, your dick is so cute, fuck.” Jongho whispered.
Wooyoung hit him weakly on the arm that was fingering him, and right in that moment the alpha pressed on his prostate. Wooyoung arched his back, slick gushing out of him as he gasped, his hips rolling wildly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He let out a loud moan as Jongho fucked his fingers against it. “Yes, right fucking there!”
The alpha held his hips still in an amazing show of strength. Wooyoung saw the muscles of his arm bulging out as he tensed it to shove his fingers fast into him. The omega could barely keep up, not even noticing the third finger making his way inside.
Wooyoung’s whole body was shaking with the bed, his eyes rolling up as his prostate was milked thoroughly. He was twitching all over, unable to keep still. His hole was making the loudest squelching noise, but he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed as he cried out.
He had one hand digging on Jongho’s bicep and the other buried on his own hair.
“Shit, you are so fucking pretty, Wooyoung. I’m never going to fuck you from behind again.” Jongho said, mostly to himself.
It was over soon. Wooyoung shot his load so hard it hit his chin, squirting at the same time all over Jongho’s hand. He was crying out loud, unable to shut up as he kept coming.
Jongho kept his fingers inside during it all and Wooyoung was glad, clenching around them as if he was trying to milk a knot.
Once he regained his wits, he looked up at the alpha, trying to catch anything on his expression. Wooyoung was feeling his face burn up. It was the first time he had been this shameless during sex with his husband and it had been goddam amazing, but now he was replaying all he had done inside his head and he was feeling utterly embarrassed.
Jongho didn’t meet his eyes. The alpha had his gaze fixed on Wooyoung’s hole, still gripping his fingers like his life depended on it. He slowly pulled out and the omega got a glimpse of the shiny hand.
There was a drop running down his wrist, and Wooyoung watched in embarrassment as Jongho licked it up.
“Don’t do that.” Wooyoung whined, feeling as if his mouth was full of cotton. Now that the arousal was wearing off, he could feel his throat hurting and he realized how wrecked his voice was.
“You taste so good.” Jongho panted, swallowing one of his fingers before putting his hand to Wooyoung’s lips, expecting.
Their eyes met and Jongho had such a wild look, Wooyoung could feel his inner wolf shaking. He opened his mouth obediently and tasted himself on Jongho’s fingers, feeling the alpha’s quick pulse on his wrist. The alpha’s expression was too intense for him to handle.
Wooyoung let go of the fingers, needing to breathe in. He let himself relax on the bed, feeling all loose limbed and sweaty and completely spent. They were still looking at each other eyes.
“Kiss me again.” Wooyoung whispered and Jongho didn’t make him wait.