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“Your next client just checked in,” Chan says from the door to the break room. “Room four.”
Jisung gives him a thumbs up before rummaging through his locker to gather all his supplies. Pheromone-laced lube, his own personalized fleshlight (yes, he got one modeled off his asshole—don’t judge him), various fabric pieces, knot stimulators, and a gigantic stack of towels. They’re all pretty standard for his job considering he’s a ‘relief omega’ that gets paid to take care of single alphas during their ruts.
It’s a good job with a decent benefits package. Health insurance with regular check-ups, birth control, and a retirement plan! Besides, they keep the alphas strapped to tables so that their hired omegas only have to deal with their cocks, and he gets to take breaks whenever they fall asleep. All in all, he actually loves working here most of the time.
With all of his items stacked in his arms, he heads down the hallway in search of the door for room four, pushing inside once he finds the right one. He’s met with a wall of scent so strong, it nearly makes him drop all of the items he’s clinging to. Holy moly. Peppermint and eucalyptus practically drip down the walls, pungent enough to make his nose tingle. It’s a nice scent if he’s honest. Way nicer than a lot of the alphas that come through their facility.
Jisung is grateful that the alpha is strapped down in a way that prevents him from seeing the omega as he scurries to his designated spot beneath the table and sets everything down. This is another perk of the job: their beta manager, Chan, makes them each little nests beneath the tables so they can feel comfortable, and it can cushion their bodies as they work. His mattress—with a fluid proof cover—is already set up with all his favorite blankets and pillows so he can relax between sessions.
After he gets settled, Jisung peers up to finally face the cock that he’ll be acquainting himself with for the foreseeable future. It’s… well, that’s a very nice cock if he says so himself. Thick but not horribly long and it’s a soft shade of pink. Not to mention the knot that’s already starting to swell at the base, flushed just a little darker than the rest. Truly, it’s a magnificent specimen of a dick and he already looks forward to getting to service it.
Without wasting any time, Jisung reaches a hand out to wrap around it, drawing a deep groan from the table above. And oh this guy’s voice is pretty too. There’s an almost melodical quality to it, which is impressive considering he’s just groaning right now. “Hello, I’m your assigned omega for the duration of your rut,” Jisung greets cheerfully, keeping his fist loose as he runs it up and down the shaft a few times. “I’m here to keep you company and relieve your knots. We offer manual stimulation through hands, mouths, and I have a few toys too. Anything you’d like to request, I’ll try to make happen.”
The alpha groans again, his cock twitching in Jisung’s hand. “Lovely to meet you and all, but can you please touch me more,” he asks, and it makes Jisung chuckle to himself. Alphas are all such babies, acting like they’ll die if they don’t get to knot right away. Though it’s something he’s always kind of adored about his clients especially when he can pleasure them to the point of being even bigger babies afterwards. As soon as their knots pop, they always turn into putty in his hands.
Deciding to be nice, Jisung tightens his grip and is delighted to hear the alpha’s groan unravel into a higher pitched moan, hips shifting to shove his cock through the provided opening further. “There you go,” he encourages, speeding his hand so that his palm rubs over the sensitive flesh. It’s still dry, but he also takes care to keep his hands very moisturized, so they feel smooth when he does this. Soon enough, the alpha starts leaking precum from his tip, making the glide infinitely easier.
Jisung is enamored with the way the alpha’s cock swells in his hand, especially when he fits his grip around the forming knot and squeezes. That gets a guttural moan from the alpha, making Jisung’s cheeks warm up. It doesn’t help that he can feel the distinct wetness forming around his hole and pooling in his underwear. He doesn’t always get aroused when doing his job, but the scent permeating the air combined with how responsive this particular guy is are making him far more excited than he can remember being in recent months. Yet another perk of the job.
His other hand lifts to join the first so he can keep pressure around the knot as he pumps over the rest of the length, feeling the alpha throb beneath his fingers. He takes care to work both hands at the same time, giving his entire length stimulation until he hears the alpha lightly growling above him. A good sign, for sure, because they usually start getting vocal the closer they are to finishing. “Almost there,” he encourages, feeling the knot swelling further in his grip. “Do you want a knot stimulator or just my hand?”
“Hand,” the alpha groans out, and Jisung is just happy he actually gave a preference because half the time he’s working off instincts on his own. He doubles down on his efforts until the cock is jolting nonstop in his hands and the knot swells the rest of the way. The only unfortunate thing about using both hands is that he doesn’t really have anywhere to catch the cum and he can’t start swallowing now or he won’t be able to when he switches to giving him blowjobs without getting a stomachache.
He's left to accept the cum landing on his face and chest, closing his eyes as he stimulates the alpha through his release and subsequently coating himself in cum in the process. It takes him ages, likely his first orgasm of the entire rut and usually one of the strongest. Jisung is diligent as he keeps applying pressure and coaxing the last out of him, but he immediately drops his hand from the shaft in search of a towel once it jerks for the final time.
He tries not to pout when the drag of the cloth leaves a thin layer of cum behind, but at least he can open his eyes again. Except that just allows him to take in the extent of how big the alpha’s knot is and… fuck that’s impressive. He scoots closer to get a better look, admiring the sheer size of it—his hand barely wraps around half of it!—until a voice calls out, “I can smell you getting turned on. Like my knot that much?”
It startles him, but then Jisung notices it. Peach mixed in with the peppermint and eucalyptus in equal portions. Shit. Not that he’s embarrassed about his situation, he just wishes he had noticed it before the alpha did. “Ah, it’s a nice knot. Very impressive,” he praises, squeezing over it twice to highlight his compliments.
It gets the desired (?) results of the alpha’s cock swelling back to full hardness again and he can’t help chuckling at that. “Hey, what’s your name?”
The alpha stays quiet for several seconds before finally saying, “Minho. Why?”
Minho. That’s also a nice name and this alpha just seems to have everything nice, doesn’t he? Nice voice, nice scent, nice cock, nice name… not that Jisung can get attached. They’ll have their three to five days, give or take, then Minho will be on his way like nothing even happened. He decides to ask a question rather than dwell on it. “Do you like edging, Minho?”
He always makes sure to ask before trying it, since many alphas are apt to anger and/or violence if they don’t get to cum right away. Annoying, but Jisung gets it. He turns into a whiny baby anytime someone edges him in heat but it makes his orgasms so much stronger!
“As long as you don’t drag it out too long,” Minho says, though he sounds interested and that makes Jisung’s scent spike again. Minho chuckles at the fresh wave of peaches in the air. “You like that? Really?”
Jisung scoots into a more comfortable position on his knees, still grasping the knot though it’s starting to shrink slowly. “I like it very much. Edging is an art form, and when done right, it can make everything so much better. I bet you’ll pop your biggest knot ever if you let me do it.”
Minho’s cock bobs in front of Jisung’s face, making him grin. Oh, so the alpha likes the sound of that? “Fine, just let me rest for a little after my knot goes down. Then you can try and prove your theory.”
It’s probably dumb for Jisung to be smitten right now, but if it is, then call him ‘pabo’ because he’s positively glowing at the green light. “Okay! You won’t regret it!”
Once the knot goes down, Jisung lets his arm drop beside him and then sink into the pillows. It’s going to take him forever to get proper feeling back in it, but it’s totally worth it if it made Minho feel good. Though he’s going to insist on using a knot stimulator next time or else his arm really might pop off.
Jisung gets a drink of water and stretches out his legs in front of him. He loves the little in between moments when he gets to just relax for a while. With the alphas unable to see it, he gets to do whatever he wants to (within reason of course). Though right now he just wants to regain feeling in his limbs. Also maybe talk to Minho, depending on if the alpha is down for that. Some are, some aren’t. “What do you do for a living?”
“Something boring,” Minho says above him. “Nothing like this.”
He hums, kicking his feet back and forth to work the light tingles out of his legs. “What did you want to be when you were a kid?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” Minho says, though he doesn’t sound annoyed which is a blessing because Jisung could talk all fucking day if allowed to. He just likes getting to know the people he’s stuck in confined spaces with and besides, this is kind of like a confessional booth in a way. Both anonymous and free to share. “I wanted to be a vet.”
“Oh! That’s so sweet. So, you like animals I’m guessing?”
Minho sighs and says, “yes but cats are the best and I really only wanted to be a cat doctor, so that obviously wasn’t going to work out very well. Had to give up the dream when I realized it wasn’t feasible.”
It makes Jisung laugh, not expecting that as an answer at all. Who would’ve thought he’d meet a cat-obsessed alpha today? “So, that was baby Minho’s dream? To be a cat doctor? That’s so adorable!”
“Hush,” Minho scolds him good-naturedly. “What was your dream, then?”
“I wanted to be a singer,” Jisung says right away, shifting until he’s laying on his stomach and hugging a pillow beneath his head. “I’ve always loved music. I even auditioned to be an idol a few times, but it just never worked out.”
“You should sing for me, then,” Minho says. “I bet you have a nice singing voice.”
Jisung scoffs, hugging the pillow tighter because he feels his cheeks warming at the compliment (was it actually a compliment?). “No way. My singing days are behind me. Well, outside of the shower at least.”
“So, I’d just have to get you in the shower, then. Noted,” Minho says. Jisung reaches up to smack his fist against the underside of the table, bumping it just enough to make the alpha snort. “What made you want to work here?”
He thinks about that for a few seconds, never quite sure how to answer it. This is far from the first time someone has asked him. “I just like it, I dunno. It’s fun and the pay is really good. Besides, usually I get to meet interesting people.”
A low growl sounds, making Jisung look up at the table curiously. “Sorry,” Minho says after it tapers off. “I think my rut is coming back on.”
Sure enough, his cock is back to full staff with precum collecting at his slit. Jisung rolls to his back, excited for his opportunity to play with him again. Pushing to a seated position, he reaches out a hand to run the tip of his finger down the underside of his cock, just light enough to tease without giving him any satisfaction. Not yet.
He keeps his fist loose as he wraps around the length and gives it a few strokes. Just enough to take the edge off before grabbing a knot stimulating band to slip over his length. This way he doesn’t have to worry about that portion. It gets tighter the more the knot swells, keeping the pressure and prolonging pleasure. One of the best inventions ever!
Once the band is in place, drawing a quiet groan from Minho, Jisung reaches for his scraps of fabrics and pheromone lube next. This next portion is one of his favorites, though he needs the glide to stay smooth, so he doesn’t risk chafing Minho’s cock when he gets to the rougher fabrics. Imagine how terrible that would be.
Starting with a silk handkerchief, Jisung lifts it and drapes it over Minho’s cock until it’s resting there feather light, then slowly pulls it to the side until the slippery fabric slides back off. He loves the way this one feels, especially with how silk often feels cold when it first makes contact with heated flesh. Minho groans at the feeling, cock drooling another drop of precum.
“Do you like it,” Jisung asks, dragging the silk over his length in the same way again.
“It’s nice,” Minho grits out, though Jisung can already hear the slight hint of longing underneath.
He grins, winding the fabric over his length until it covers most of his cock, then softly tugs on it until it unwinds again. Letting it fall to the mattress below, Jisung grabs a piece of maroon velvet, excited for this one in particular. It’s one of the ones that he needs to start with because it gets a little weird when he adds lube to the mix, but the feeling of it is spectacular. (Yes, he has done this to himself too many times to count.)
As soon as the fabric makes contact with Minho’s cock, the alpha gasps and clenches, making his cock jolt towards the table. Jisung loves the response, wrapping this scrap around his length loosely and then leisurely jerking him with it so that the velvet just barely grazes him as it passes. This particular act always makes him fall apart the quickest, and he fully intends to see if he can get Minho to the edge of release for the first time with just this.
The velvet keeps whispering along his length, not quite enough to give him proper relief but still enough stimulation to set his nerves alight. Jisung can tell it’s working from the moans Minho keeps letting out each time the velvet glides across his tip, wrapping tighter where his cock flares.
It takes less than two minutes before he sees Minho’s balls starting to contract, pulling towards his body and signaling his impeding orgasm. Jisung gives him three more tugs before opening his fingers and letting the velvet fall away. He’s rewarded with a deep groan from Minho as his hips shift slightly. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
“Still doing okay,” Jisung asks, wanting to check in and make sure this is still okay.
Minho huffs, but says, “yes, just… my rut is making this harder.”
Jisung understands, but he also wants to push his luck just a little further. “Think you can handle one more before I give you something better?”
“Go ahead,” Minho agrees, and Jisung just adores him so much already. It’s not necessarily rare to find an alpha into teasing but definitely far from common to find one willing to put up with it when their hormones are raging through them.
He grabs a piece of soft, worn cotton and then dumps the lube onto it to get it nice and wet, massaging it into the fabric with his fingertips before pouring another layer over top. Rather than be delicate with it this time, he wraps the fabric around Minho’s cock tightly and gives him a few solid pumps. The satisfied grumble from above makes him smile, though his cheeks are warming again with the added eucalyptus and mint swirling around them. He really might ruin these underwear and shorts at this rate.
Jisung sets a moderate pace, dragging his cloth-wrapped fingers over Minho’s cock steadily and watching the way it coats his cock in the shiny liquid. Truly, his brain just keeps supplying him with the mental image of Minho sliding in and out of his own hole, glistening with his slick instead of the artificial kind while he makes Jisung watch the spot their bodies connect. The mental image makes warmth flare in the center of his abdomen, sweltering with how quickly it affects him. When was the last time he felt this hot and bothered?
“Fuck,” Minho gasps, and it cues Jisung in on his impending orgasm just in time to pull back and watch his cock twitch. The knot at the base has already swelled enough to push on the stimulator and Jisung feels his mouth beginning to water. This may actually be the first time he ends up a bigger mess than his client and he hopes to everything that Chan never finds out.
Rather than keep going with the fabric, Jisung tosses it to the side and instead grabs his fleshlight, lifting it and dumping an outrageous amount of lube into it. Although, to be honest, it only works to make the imitation of his hole more accurate considering he can feel his shorts dampening already.
“I have a treat for you,” Jisung says, sticking a finger inside the device to pull some of the lube towards the opening so the glide will be easier. Then, he lifts it and positions the opening around Minho’s tip before pushing forward and impaling him on it. Minho curses as his cock disappears inside, and Jisung marvels at how well they seem to fit together. How well they could fit together.
“Is that a pocket pussy,” Minho groans out once the opening meets the band around his knot and stops.
“It is,” Jisung confirms, then slides it back halfway before pushing it over his length again. “Though it’s modeled after my own hole.”
Minho snarls at that, deep and almost threatening in a way that has Jisung’s insides squirming. Because he liked that. Liked the fact that it simulates Jisung’s own body around his length. That fact is enough to have him fucking the fleshlight over his length at a speed that is far too quick for proper edging but Jisung is too wound up to care right now. “You like that, don’t you? Imagining fucking me instead?”
He’s met with a growl, and he is fairly certain if Minho wasn’t strapped down, he would be tackling Jisung to the mattress right now. Something that he can’t help wanting. Though he channels that into the way he fucks the artificial ass over his cock instead, imagining what it might be like.
Just as Minho reaches his next orgasm, Jisung rips the fleshlight off his cock and admires how flushed it looks. His knot is full by now, squeezing the band to its limit with how big it is.
“Jisung,” Minho says, voice low and actually threatening this time around. “No more. Make me cum.”
The command in his voice makes Jisung leak a glob of slick into his underwear, horribly turned on and on the verge of turning whiny. He forces himself to focus, lifting the fleshlight to the alpha’s cock and then sliding it in place and immediately setting a fast pace. It has Minho moaning repeatedly, so close to finishing that his cock visibly pulses each time Jisung pulls the device back.
“Cum in me,” Jisung says, because he just can’t help himself. Not with how riled up he feels. The idea of getting to watch how well Minho would fill him from an outside perspective is driving him crazy and, apparently, Minho too because he cums the next time Jisung bottoms out the fleshlight.
He’s left to watch the way his cock stretches the opening, throbbing each wave of cum into the depths of his own ass’s dupe.
He waits until Minho’s cock stills and then pulls the fleshlight off him gently, collapsing back into his nest as he tries to catch his breath. It almost feels like a flash heat, body too hot to be comfortable. It’s not, he’s pretty sure, but damn close. He doesn’t know what to do with that information.
His mind wanders on its own, too lost in his horny fog to really stop and reel it in. He imagines, in another setting, getting hit on my Minho and agreeing to go home with him. Hands on thighs, teeth on neck. Not to claim, but to encourage him into whining. His body shudders at the thought, wondering if he knots casually. Or does he save that for special omegas only?
“You can touch yourself, if you need to,” Minho’s voice calls, filling the quiet of the room. He sounds like his own haze has cleared from his brain now that he’s knotted again. Jisung whimpers on instinct, half embarrassed from being caught outright and half needy, though the alpha only makes it worse when he says, “I would actually like that.”
“Yeah,” Jisung asks, a thrill going through him. It’s not like he’s outlawed from masturbating at work. It’s rather a given that omegas get riled up from time to time. However, Chan insists that they take care of themselves outside of the client rooms both for professionalism and to protect them from any potentially obsessive customers.
But Jisung wants to. Gosh, he wants to pull his shorts down and shove his fingers inside of himself so badly. Minho doesn’t seem like the crazy type, so it should be fine to indulge just this once, right? After all, Jisung has been a stellar employee with a perfect track record thus far. “You’d like that…?”
“Yes,” Minho agrees. “Touch yourself, peach. Do it for me.”
Peach makes him shiver, loving the little nickname way too much. To think no one has ever called him that despite his scent. It has his shorts halfway down his legs a second later, the last line of defense from the full strength of his scent hitting them. “Fuck, you smell so good,” Minho says above him, and it sends Jisung’s stomach into knots. He lets out a high keen, meant to entice a lover closer. Definitely unkind given their current positions, but he didn’t mean to! He’s too riled up to control it right now.
He rolls onto his knees, letting his upper body land on his pillows as one hand wraps around his cock and the others searches out his hole, spreading the slick there before plunging inside with two fingers. The relief he feels at being full makes him sigh contentedly, just resting like that until the need ramps up again and drives him deeper inside himself.
“There you go, peach,” Minho coos. “Make yourself feel good and let me hear it.”
Jisung lets his eyes slide closed, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in and around him, though his brain goes straight back to thoughts of Minho. “Will you talk me through it,” he asks, knowing it might be too much, but he just can’t help wanting to hear his voice right now.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” Minho says. “Then I’ll take over on instructions. How does that sound?”
A whine bubbles out of him, the only coherent answer he can give. Minho is just so hot and Jisung doesn’t even know what he looks like (aside from his dick). He doesn’t even care right now, though, ready to spread his legs for the alpha regardless. “I have two fingers inside.”
“Add another,” Minho instructs. “Tell me how it feels.”
He obliges, taking a settling breath as he pulls them out and adds another. His body is already so spun up that it hungrily sucks them in, and he whimpers at the feeling. “So full,” he says, voice already wrecked when he hasn’t even done anything to deserve it. “I feel so full… so good…”
“You could be stuffed even more,” Minho murmurs, and it has Jisung near hysterics already because he knows exactly what Minho is hinting at. “Fuck yourself, peach. Let me hear your pretty voice.”
Jisung’s hand moves before he even means to, fingers starting to pump into his hole in the way that drives him crazy even if his fingers aren’t quite enough for him when he gets in these moods. He searches for his prostate, finding it easily after so many times doing this and it sends a zing of pleasure through him. His lips part, little moans and ‘ah ah’s spilling out each time he brushes past it.
His cock feels neglected, but he ignores it in favor of following Minho’s commands. “Wanna cum,” he pants out, pace speeding up as he searches for release. With how worked up he was before he even started, he knows he won’t last much longer.
“Not yet,” Minho says sweetly. “Grab the base of your cock with your other hand.”
A pitiful cry is his only response as Jisung follows the order, wrapping his fist around himself in a way that pushes his orgasm back. “Fuck,” he groans, hips moving on their own in search of more.
“Did you watch the way I filled that hole, peach? Did you imagine it was you I was pumping cum into?”
Oh shit. Jisung must have been even more obvious than he thought, but the question makes him bite the inside of his cheek. His skin feels hot and sticky all over and he’s going to need a shower after this. “Yes,” he admits, eyes scrunching closed even more as he keeps fucking into himself with his fingers while holding his climax at bay.
Minho chuckles, no doubt finding enjoyment in how fucked out his voice sounds. “How about this, peach, let go of your little cock and cum on your fingers thinking about how good my knot would feel inside of you. Tell me all about it. Can you do that for me?”
He has to pause for a second to settle his breath, a surge of warmth flooding through him and soaking his hand in excess slick. “Wanna feel you so bad. Watched your cock stretching the hole, alpha. Wish it was me,” he babbles, fingers sliding in and out of him so fast that he’s catapulting himself closer to release with each thrust. “Wanna take your knot, want you to fuck me until I cum all over it.” He’s working himself into a tizzy, brain rolling around his head as it soaks in all the pleasure pooling there.
“Do you want me to breed you, peach? Want me to stuff you full of cock until you’re rounded with my pups?”
His brain shorts out, the words simply too much for him to handle because yes he fucking wants that. Maybe not the actual pups part right now, but the idea of Minho holding him down and knotting him repeatedly is just enough to send him over the edge. His hole squeezes around his fingers so tightly, he cries out as he spurts release over his pillows and blankets.
The high lasts long enough for him to slump to the mattress, body going limp as cooked noodles as he tries to catch his breath and come back to himself. Wow, he hasn’t cum that hard in a really long time outside of his heats. He’s honestly impressed with how fucked out he feels, though he can’t do much more than fight to keep his eyes open as he sprawls on the sticky mattress.
“How do you feel?”
The fact that Minho sounds both pleased and slightly concerned has Jisung’s insides squirming. He still doesn’t have a clue what the guy looks like and yet he feels utterly wrecked by him anyways. “Good,” he mumbles, then adds, “sleepy. And gross.”
Minho laugh quietly, and the sound rattles around in his mind a little. He just sounds so good. Seriously, he could probably record readings of audiobooks and make a killing.
The longer he lays there, the more disgusting he feels until Jisung resigns himself to get up to go take a shower. At least they provide the working omegas a full locker room with a rain-fall shower to keep them clean and happy for moments like this. Their alpha clients have their own washroom where they can bathe between rut-fogs and keep themselves clean, fed, and hydrated. “I think I’m going to go clean up and call Chan-hyung to come escort you to the washroom for a freshen up,” Jisung says as he stretches his arms above his head with a loud yawn.
He only receives a hum from Minho before he grabs his shorts and slides them back onto his body, then takes stock of the bedding. He’ll have to swap them all out too while Minho is out of the room. With a roll of his body, he hops to his feet and makes a beeline to the door before slipping out in search of Chan.
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Washed up and in new clothes, Jisung quickly strips his mattress and replaces everything before taking the soiled laundry to the designated bin to be taken care of. There, he sees Felix lounging on his phone with his feet propped on the table in the center of their break room. He glances at Jisung just once before lowering his phone and cocking his head to the side. “You look kind of flustered.”
“My client is driving me crazy,” Jisung huffs as he stuffs the last of the blankets into the bin and then turns to the other omega. “His scent is so fucking good and his voice is even better.”
Felix looks at him for several long moments before he grins, wide and salacious. “You totally masturbated with him, didn’t you? I can smell your slick on those blankets from here.”
Jisung feels his neck warming as he turns on his heel and rushes for the door. He only mutters a quick, “mind your business,” before the door slams behind him. Even if he knows Felix would never snitch on him, it feels embarrassing to have him catch him red handed like that. He really is good at his job usually!
Just as he makes it to the hall, he spots Chan coming out of room four. As soon as the beta spots him, he smiles in a way that makes his dimples appear. “Just got your client strapped in. He started getting huffy about me being in the room, so I think he’s ready for another session.”
As excited as that makes him, Jisung also feels apprehensive about going back in the room. Mostly because his resolve just keeps slipping around Minho and he’s a little worried he’s just going to keep fucking himself as he tries to service him. How unprofessional would that be? He’s usually so much better than this!
He contemplates his options for several seconds before his shoulders droop and he says, “I’ll be right there. I forgot something in the break room,” then scurries back down the hall.
It’s impossible to not feel Felix’s eyes on him as he stomps to his locker, throws it open, and grabs his favorite dildo out. As soon as he has it in hand and starts to exit the room, Felix calls out, “have fun!” He grumbles out a response before practically running to room four.
Mint and eucalyptus slam him in the face as soon as he steps inside, and he can see Minho’s cock already leaking all the way from the doorway. This time, however, the alpha is facing the doorway and the look on his face has Jisung frozen in place, pink dildo clutched in his hands. He’s absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous and his eyes look so dark as he takes in all of Jisung’s body.
He’s never felt so naked while being fully clothed in his entire life. Like the alpha suddenly grew an x-ray scanner in his eyeballs and can see every part of him hidden beneath his fresh shorts and t-shirt. He must look goofy with his still-damp hair sticking up. Though the words spoken to him completely dismantle any doubts he was starting to gather.
“You’re the sweetest-looking peach I’ve ever seen,” Minho says, voice low and gravelly. It’s so unfair.
Jisung is utterly fucked, and he knows that in this exact moment. The image of Minho is probably going to keep him up at night once he finishes their contracted time together. “Uh,” he says, very articulately as he continues to just stare at the alpha. The room is starting to feel extremely hot all of a sudden and he can feel his underwear soaking through already.
Seriously? He just took a fucking shower!
“Do you… uh, are you ready for more,” Jisung asks, trying his hardest to keep from bouncing up and down on his feet out of nerves. He’s never been very good at confronting people face to face, relying on the table separating them to keep up his confident façade.
Minho just watches him for several moments and despite the fact that he’s physically restrained on the bed, Jisung feels his heartrate kicking up in his chest. It’s like a chase, he realizes. The way Minho looks at him makes him want to tuck figurative tail and run for the hills. “Come here,” is all the alpha says and even though he didn’t use a commanding voice on him, it’s enough to have Jisung moving immediately.
He makes it to the table before dropping down and crawling underneath, though he finds that it’s hard to breathe even down here in relative safety. Because he knows what Minho looks like and he also knows that the alpha wants him. That thought is enough to make him want to shove his shorts down and make use of the stupid dildo still in his fists.
It takes several seconds of silence for Jisung to find his center, eyes closed as he focuses on his breathing until his pulse calms. He can totally do this. How many times has he pleasured a hot alpha in his life? Countless fucking times, and Minho will be no different.
When he opens his eyes, he’s met with the still-leaking tip of Minho’s cock and it centers him even more. Okay, game on.
Jisung pushes to his knees and then scoots forward before taking the alpha in hand gently. Minho groans immediately, making a shiver run down his spine. Usually, he would ask for permission before going to this step but why even bother when he knows they both want this? Instead, he parts his lips and drags his tongue across the alpha’s cockhead. It’s a small movement, just enough to really taste him and get a feel for the softness of his skin. Still, it makes Minho groan.
Perfect.
His eyes slide shut again as he focuses all of his attention on the movement of his tongue, laving over the alpha’s cock in a mixture of teasing and promise. A fresh drop of precum slips out onto his tongue and he can’t help mewling at the flavor of it. With his brain still hot-wired to the very edges of a flash heat, he feels an aching need within him.
Rather than draw this out longer, Jisung pulls back just long enough to rove his tongue over his lips before wrapping them around Minho’s length and sinking down on it. He’s particularly good at this and he knows it. It would be impossible not to when half his reviews mention his mouth specifically!
Letting his eyes slide shut, Jisung focuses on the way he moves his mouth to apply gentle suction as he massages the underside of the alpha’s cock with his tongue flat against it. Each drag in and out is met with the dual sensations and Minho is already rolling his hips in his best attempt at fucking his mouth through the table. Jisung can’t help smiling around the cock lodged in the back of his throat.
“Peach,” Minho groans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He loves compliments and praise, so this is definitely doing it for him. He just wants to keep being good and maybe get rewarded with a knot to the mouth. Sure, they aren’t comfortable in the least, but he’ll suffer the jaw ache if it means he can hear Minho come undone from it.
Relaxing his throat and taking a deep breath through his nose, Jisung pushes it the rest of the way inside until his lips meet Minho’s pelvis. He stays there, focusing on his breathing so he doesn’t panic before swallowing around the alpha’s cockhead. It draws a sharp hiss from Minho, followed by a low growl and fuck if that doesn’t make him ruin yet another pair of underwear today. Slick pools there and he doesn’t even care right now, fulling intent on sucking the life out of Minho’s dick one way or another.
Jisung swallows around his length a few more times before pulling back enough to set a fast pace with his entire mouth that has Minho moaning freely above him. This is another of his favorite things: getting to listen to an alpha lose themselves in pleasure and gruff sounds. It’s like a tip on his service. A compliment to the chef, if you will.
“Peach, I’m close,” Minho warns, voice thick with desire. “I’ll knot.”
He hums in response, knowing exactly what it’ll do to the alpha. As expected, he’s rewarded with a low growl as he just keeps fucking his own mouth and throat on his dick. He makes sure to swirl his tongue around the swelling knot as much as feasible every time he bottoms out, staying there to pressing his lips around it as well.
The table thumps above him, likely Minho trying desperately to fuck down into him deeper, but he’s trapped and at the omega’s mercy. Something that makes him decidedly more turned on. He swallows several times around his cock before the knot swells even further, prompting him to open his jaw as wide as possible to take it. So far, his knots haven’t been terribly long-lasting so it shouldn’t make him regret this too much once the ‘fog of horny’ dissipates.
“Cumming,” Minho groans out and it’s just enough warning for Jisung to not choke on the first spurt of cum that shoots down his throat. He closes his eyes and focuses on swallowing each subsequent flood of cum. His tongue gently rubs along Minho’s length as he comes down, keeping him stimulated through the last of his orgasm until he hears him slump down onto the table. “I can’t believe you let me knot your mouth.”
Jisung would like to answer that he also can’t really fucking believe it as he keeps kneeling, face locked to him, but he can’t exactly talk right now.
“I’ll uh, talk until it goes down? To try and distract you,” Minho offers and Jisung hums around him again, encouraging him as much as possible in this position. Anything to keep his mind off the slight ache settling in his jaw already. God, he’s a moron when he’s riled up.
“I have three cats,” he says like he’s racking his brain for small talk topics. “Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. They’re all rescues, and I love them very much though they can be really sassy sometimes. I already said I wanted to be a cat doctor earlier… I just really like cats?”
It’s cute. Not only the fact that he loves cats this much apparently, but also because he just keeps rambling. He’d definitely be smiling right now if his lips weren’t already at their limit. Instead, he gives a lick to his cock as a form of communication that even he doesn’t fully understand.
“I’ve been watching a lot of anime lately,” Minho says offhand after a few seconds of silence. It must be incredibly awkward to talk to someone who can’t talk back, especially when you can’t see their face. Though Jisung is also very happy for that fact. “I watched all of My Hero again recently…”
Oh, how he wishes he could talk back because they could be on this topic for literal hours and he’d never tire of it. Instead, he listens as Minho prattles on about various plot points and his favorite characters. It’s just distracting enough that Jisung forgets his predicament enough to be surprised when the knot goes down enough to release him and he flops back on his mattress with a sigh of relief that interrupts the alpha’s musing.
Minho huffs. “Again, I can’t believe you did that to yourself. Although… I mean, it was lovely. So… thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Jisung says, moving his jaw every possible way to get it to relax again. He might actually need a muscle relaxer after this. Which he has, but not specifically for this purpose! It just… maybe stayed in his medicine cabinet after he’d healed from his ankle sprain.
“Was it?”
Jisung looks up at the table as if he can see Minho through it looking back down at him before saying, “what?”
The alpha huffs again before asking, “was it? A pleasure for you?” The incredulousness in his voice is nearly palpable.
“Not exactly in the way you’re thinking but I did enjoy making you feel good,” he says with a sigh before stretching out his limbs more. “That’s why I’m here. Now about My Hero…”
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Jisung stirs awake and it takes him several moments to realize that he passed out while discussing anime with Minho earlier. Hmm. He hadn’t even felt that tired. At least he feels very rested now as he cracks an eye open to see an extremely hard, dripping cock above him. Oh. “Minho…?”
The resulting low growl startles him fully awake as he sits up in alarm. How long was he asleep!? “Oh no, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that! Are you okay?”
“Peach,” Minho says, though his voice has an edge of danger in it. Left strapped to the board as his rut took over him with no way to relieve his need, Jisung can only imagine how wound up he is. The entire room is thick with his scent and Jisung would be lying if he said it didn’t affect him. It’s basically impossible to not get turned on with such intense pheromones everywhere, though that’s not his concern right now.
He scrambles onto his knees, looking around until he spots the fleshlight he cleaned out earlier and snatching it up. Of everything at his disposal, this will probably give him the quickest relief. With a squirt of lube into it, he lifts it and shoves it unceremoniously over Minho’s length and starts a moderate pace right away. “I’m sorry, I’ll make this one quick!”
“Stop,” Minho says, making him halt halfway down. “I can smell you. I want you to touch yourself while you do it. Get yourself riled up but don’t cum until I say you can.”
It feels a little like a punishment, but he supposes he deserves it after leaving him hanging for so long. Besides, if this is a punishment he’ll gladly sign up for more. Alphas tend to get all dominant and demanding when they’ve been left out to dry for so long so he’s not actually surprised by the directions at all.
Letting go of the device after sliding it to the base, Jisung wiggles out of his shorts and underwear and searches for the dildo he’d snuck in earlier. Considering he’s already wetter than he has any right to be, it’s easy to slide inside and a high keen slips out of him when it glides all the way to the hilt.
It’s hard to find the right position to kneel and be able to reach both the dildo and the fleshlight, but he finally manages it. His right hand resumes his moderate pace on Minho as his left starts a slow in and out on himself, body shivering at the sudden fullness. Oh, how he loves this dildo. It always fits him just right.
“Match the pace,” Minho tells him, because he must be able to pick up on the fact that Jisung is taking it easier on himself. He tries not to roll his eyes as he picks up speed, making sure his arms are moving at the same time on each of them. Though the quicker pace has his stomach clenching, legs starting to shake in his weird posture already. “Imagine it’s me.”
That’s too easy of a request, Jisung closing his eyes so he can picture the alpha’s face each time he bottoms out inside of himself. He moans at the thought, again wondering what it might be like to be fucked and knotted by Minho. Would he be gentle at first? Or would he start rough and commanding?
The movement of his right hand stutters, mindlessly shifting his focus more onto the way the dildo slides in and out of him. When he tilts it just right, it slides along his prostate and makes him cry out. His hips subconsciously start lifting and dropping to meet his hand, starting to get impatient.
“Slower,” Minho says, and Jisung clicks his teeth as he follows the instruction. It’s not nearly enough and they both know it. Both know that it’s only amping up the neediness that’s starting to take over his senses. “There you go, just like that, peach.”
Jisung might grumble at him over it if he weren’t too delirious to form proper words. Instead, he just keeps fucking up into himself slowly. Tauntingly.
Eventually, his body acclimates to the new pace and his orgasm starts to build again. It’s much more subdued than usual but he still chases after it. Until, however, Minho says, “pull it out.”
He wants to ignore it and just keep going, but something about the way the alpha keeps talking to him soft yet stern has him following through until the dildo pops out of his wet hole that flutters at the loss. He can’t help but whine at how suddenly empty he feels.
“Focus on me for now,” Minho says and it’s then that Jisung realizes his hand isn’t even on the fleshlight anymore. He’s going to lose his job by the end of this for sure.
With a feeling of embarrassment, Jisung grabs onto it and starts to pump it along Minho’s length. He’s enraptured by the way it swallows the alpha’s cock. The way it stretches to accommodate him in a way that has his stomach clenching tightly. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten it made after himself, but it’s never been a problem before. He’s never imagined replacing it with himself until now.
Minho grunts each time it reaches his base, especially as his knot starts to swell and squeeze around the tight opening. It has Jisung leaking slick down his thighs. He wants. He wants it so fucking badly.
“What are you thinking of, peach?”
Jisung knows he’s turning the room into a fucking orchard as he watches, but he can’t contain it. Not with the copious amounts of slick that keeps pouring from his starkly empty hole. “You. Fucking me,” he says, voice breathier than he intended.
A deep rumble comes from above before Minho says, “unstrap me. Let me give you a real knot.”
A tremble wracks through his body at that and he actually contemplates it. Fully contemplates what would happen if he reached up to release the straps holding the alpha in place and let him have a go at him for real. But… he can’t.
“I can’t,” he says, mirroring his thoughts. There are reasons they keep the alphas strapped down here and keep it strictly hands, mouths, and toys. The second you allow an alpha out of their binds and into you, you can’t guarantee they won’t claim you on the spot. Ruts do weird things to their heads.
“I won’t bite you,” Minho says like he knows exactly what’s keeping Jisung’s trepidation up. “I just want to fuck and knot you, peach. I want to watch you all pretty and needy for my cock.”
Jisung whimpers because… well, as stated before, praise always gets to him. Would it be so bad…? What’s the worst that could happen if he released Minho?
Yes, a mating bite would be ill advised. Horrible even, considering he doesn’t know the guy at all. Aside from that, though? There’s nothing. No reason to hold back. He’s on birth control and all alphas have to get tested before they can be approved as clients.
“I want to eat you out, peach. Want to see how good you taste before I take you,” Minho says, and he has a hint of pleading in his voice that’s just enough to make Jisung release his hold on the fleshlight. Fire burns through his body at the words because he can already imagine just how good he would be with his mouth. “Just unclasp me and I’ll make you feel good too.”
His hole clenches around nothing, feeling a fresh wave of slick pour out. He… he wants to. Consequences be damned right now. “…okay.”
Jisung pulls the fleshlight off of Minho’s cock before letting it fall to the side and then pushing up from beneath the table. The alpha’s eyes lock with his the instant he stands up and they’re so full of desire that it knocks his breath out of him. There’s a promise there, of what’s to come if he follows through with granting the request.
He eyes the straps closer, noting that they seem easy enough to unclasp. Though he hesitates, hands hovering over them. This is a terrible idea, isn’t it? He’s never felt so reckless before. He’s never once considered breaking the rules like this.
“Pretty peach,” Minho says, eyes still zeroed in on him. “Please?”
Alphas don’t ask. They certainly don’t beg. Yet there was a hint of pleading in his voice and that’s the final straw that has Jisung flicking open the clasps and pulling them apart until the alpha is completely freed from his bindings. A second of frozen silence passes before Minho moves to fast that Jisung barely registers it.
His back hits his mattress, table toppled over and toys swiped to the side in a wide arc as Minho grabs the back of his thighs and folds him over himself. He doesn’t even get the chance to gasp at the movement before the alpha drags his tongue flat over his hole. It feels so good, hot as stimulating in just the right way to make him cry out.
The alpha truly resembles an uncaged beast as he devours Jisung. His tongue laves over his thighs and cheeks as he consumes every ounce of slick there and then shoves his tongue right into the source. With how determined he is, the muscle wiggles around inside Jisung until he’s a blabbering mess left to be eaten out like he’s the best meal Minho has ever been presented with.
Once he’s gotten about as much slick as he possibly can from Jisung’s hole currently, Minho pulls his tongue out and instead drags it up his perineum and over his cock, then wraps around his length in one go. Considering omegas are much less endowed than alphas, Jisung has never been huge but to see Minho take all of him in one go still makes him practically shout in surprise.
The suction is tight and hot, touching every part of his cock at once until he feels overwhelmed in an instant. He’s about to cum and maybe pass out all at once but it feels so fucking good he doesn’t even care. Well, aside from how badly he wants to be fucked right now. “M-Minho,” he cries out, hands reaching to swat at him. “I wanna cum on your knot. Please!”
A growl rumbles along his length before Minho releases his hold, letting Jisung plop back down on the mattress below them. He’s left to watch as the alpha grabs his own cock, pushing forward until it bumps against Jisung’s opening and starts pushing in. It all goes so quickly that Jisung can’t say a single thing as he gets successfully speared on his cock.
He feels the length of Minho’s cock as waves of pleasure through his entire body. He needed this so fucking badly, it’s almost incomprehensible how he managed to make it so long without.
Minho isn’t soft, nor is he patient. As soon as he bottoms out, his hands grip onto Jisung’s waist as he starts a brutal, fast pace with his thrusts. The flared tip of his cock drags along Jisung’s walls just right, stimulating him in ways he can’t remember feeling before. In fact, he can feel every single thrust in shocking clarity as he scrambles to grab onto the pillow beneath his head.
He doesn’t think he’s ever been fucked quite so thoroughly before, but he also never wants it to end. Ever. Is it dumb to admit he could spend the rest of his life hanging off of Minho’s cock like this? Fuck it, who cares! He wants more.
The alpha pounds down into him, hips smacking together in a way that has Jisung sliding back and forth over fleece blankets. His mind is reduced only to thoughts of his hole and the cock currently stuffing him. Babbling incoherently around his pleasure as he widens his legs more, inviting Minho to try and fuck even deeper if he can.
The way Minho fucks is frenzied and entirely driven by his rut, though Jisung is taken by it. He just keeps watching the way the alpha’s eyebrows pinch as he shoves deep and grinds there, rubbing his cock all along Jisung’s walls as much as possible before picking his pace back up again. This alternating between pistoning and grinding his hips has Jisung’s eyes rolling back, spine arching as he tries to push back to meet each plunge into him.
His mind supplies him with the mental image of Minho’s cock in the fleshlight, except now he can feel what it’s like to have his rim stretched on his growing knot instead of just watching. He can feel the way Minho’s cock twitches whenever his knot slams inside. He’s drunk on it. Completely intoxicated by the feeling of being stuffed so wholly.
Minho’s grunts and growls become deeper and more aggressive sounding the more his knot swells, and Jisung already knows the alpha is close, but so is he. He’s seconds away from hitting his own peak if the way the heat in his lower back starts burning hotter and hotter is any indication.
“Gonna knot you,” Minho says fingers flexing tighter around his hips. “Fill you with pups just like you want.”
Again, Jisung isn’t actually interested in pups at the moment, but you bet your ass he’s interested in trying anyways. “Knot me,” he begs, eyes sliding open to take in the clench of Minho’s jaw and his concentration on all of Jisung’s body but particularly where they connect. He watches closely as his knot punches in an out of Jisung’s hole before he can’t pull back anymore.
The knot swells the rest of the way, locking them together and leaving Minho to instead grind his hips harshly down into Jisung’s as he pulls both of their orgasms out of them. Jisung’s with a gasp and a loud keen and Minho’s with a deep growl.
Jisung’s body is entirely taken over by the feeling, tingles rushing through him in steadily building waves that only get more pronounced as he feels Minho’s cock throbbing and filling him with release. It’s hot, practically scalding his depths and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything better.
He’s not sure how long it takes him to come back down before his body goes completely limp just as Minho sags over him, arms landing on either side of his shoulders as he presses their lips together.
Oh. Their first kiss…
Jisung feels kind of stupid that he took Minho’s knot before even kissing him, but that’s for future Jisung to obsess and feel like an idiot over. Currently Jisung is too wrapped up in the way Minho is kissing him hungrily. Even after cumming, he’s still so riled up that his tongue and teeth consume Jisung in a way he never expected. It’s almost needy, if he had to give it a label. Huh.
Finally, Minho pulls back and starts planting kisses all across his face and down his neck. His cock is, somehow, getting hard again already and Jisung knows that he really did make a mistake letting the alpha out of his restraints. Mostly because there’s no way he’s hiding the sure to come limp in his step from Chan. Fuck.
“Go out with me after this,” Minho says against his neck and it’s so out of the blue it makes Jisung snort. The alpha pauses at that, pushing back to look down at him. “I’m serious. Let me take you on a date.”
“Why,” he can’t help but ask, both shocked and incredulous.
Minho purses his lips before saying, “I know I’m not the only one that feels this tug towards each other. There’s something about you, peach. I’d like to see you… outside of my rut and see if it’s still there.”
Speaking of. They’ve only just started his rut and he’s scheduled to be here for at least three more days based off his provided regular rut schedule. Which means… they have several days to fuck and get to know each other. “How about,” Jisung says, trying to think of how to propose this, “we spend this time together and see how it goes after several days… and then you ask me again at the end?”
Even though Minho looks like he wants to argue, he instead nods and says, “looks like I better make this count,” before rolling his hips and shoving his knot just a smidgen deeper into Jisung. It’s enough to have him wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders.
What has he gotten himself into?