Mine to love

by throughlilies

Summary:

Mark and Donghyuck have been fucking raw for months, chasing the same dream: a baby, after four years of marriage and six years of being bonded.

Notes:

chapters can be read individually. :))

Chapter 1: Love

“Come on, baby. Open up for me.” Donghyuck’s voice came out low, coaxing, as he pressed his chest against the mattress, kneeling at the end of the bed. Mark turned his head back toward him, eyes wet with tears that made his flushed face all the more irresistible.

 

Donghyuck waited, patient, until Mark lifted his hips with a shiver, legs trembling as they parted for his alpha. His hands crept back hesitantly, spreading himself open—offering everything, the soft, aching pink of him laid bare.

 

“Hyuckie—hngg!” Mark’s voice broke, catching on his own spit. His body flushed deeper, heat radiating from his skin as he felt the whisper of cool air against his swollen folds. When Donghyuck didn’t move, didn’t touch, Mark let out the sweetest little whine, the sound of his desperation laced with trust.

 

His limbs grew weak, arms shaking as he held himself up for Donghyuck’s gaze alone.

 

His fingers moved without thinking, reaching down to open himself wider, lips trembling as he spread his pussy further. “Alpha, please…” he breathed, his voice dissolving into a plea. His body betrayed him—slick pooling, clit throbbing—his need to be filled written in every gasp and every soft cry.

 

Donghyuck’s thumb finally brushed along his slit, a rough, teasing stroke that made Mark jolt, eyes rolling back as a flood of pheromones poured out. “Ahhh—f-fuck, Hyuckie!” he sobbed, trembling as the alpha toyed with him, light touches tracing his soaked folds, brushing just shy of his aching clit.

 

“N-need you,” Mark begged, hips rocking helplessly into the hand that only gave him the barest taste of relief. His body craved to be split open, craved to be knotted, to be filled so deeply he’d never forget it.

 

Donghyuck chuckled low, a rumble that vibrated through the sheets, before finally sinking a finger into him. “So fucking tight,” he muttered, almost reverent, as Mark clenched down hard around the intrusion. Mark pushed back against him with a gasp, desperate for more, for anything.

 

The alpha worked him slowly, thick fingers stretching and scissoring, pressing into every sensitive spot inside of him.

 

Mark’s voice cracked into broken sobs, slick dripping down his thighs as Donghyuck’s other hand found his clit, rubbing circles that sent sparks up his spine.

 

“Hyuckie—ahh—” Mark moaned, eyes squeezing shut as his body arched, caught between the delicious stretch and the steady flicks against his clit.

 

The intimacy of it all—the patience, the care, the way Donghyuck knew exactly how to unravel him—made tears spill again.

 

Mark was already trembling under him, body slick and begging, when Donghyuck suddenly withdrew his fingers. Mark let out a broken cry at the loss, hips chasing after the alpha’s touch before he could stop himself.

 

“Patience, baby,” Donghyuck murmured, sliding lower on the bed until his face was buried between Mark’s spread thighs. His hands pressed firm on Mark’s hips, steadying him as he leaned in. “Let me taste you first.”

 

The first drag of his tongue made Mark choke on his breath. “Hhhhnn—Hyuckie!” His entire body jolted, hands flying forward to clutch at the sheets.

 

Heat flooded his face as he felt Donghyuck lick him like he was starving, tongue pushing past his folds, dipping into him just enough to make his thighs quiver.

 

Donghyuck groaned against him, the sound vibrating through his sensitive core. “God, baby… you’re fucking dripping,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he lapped up the slick.

 

His tongue was relentless, slow but deliberate, teasing Mark’s clit before swirling around it, sucking gently until Mark cried out, back arching.

 

“Ahhh—Hyuckie, please!” Mark’s voice cracked, his body squirming as he tried to grind down against the alpha’s mouth. But Donghyuck’s grip on his hips only tightened, keeping him still as his tongue worked deeper, stroking every tender part inside of him.

 

Mark’s hands scrambled for something—anything—to hold onto. He found Donghyuck’s hair, tugging desperately, fingers curling in the soft strands as he sobbed. “So good—oh god, so good,” he babbled, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

 

The heat of it overwhelmed him—being held open like this, cherished like this, every part of him adored.

 

Donghyuck pulled back just enough to kiss the swollen bud of his clit, slick glistening on his lips as he murmured, “You taste perfect, baby.

 

You taste Mine.” Then he sealed his mouth over him again, sucking hard, tongue flicking mercilessly until Mark screamed, voice breaking into high, needy sobs.

 

His whole body shook, pleasure curling tight in his belly. He felt it cresting, unstoppable, as Donghyuck feasted on him like he was the only thing in the world. His sweetest candy, all his. 

 

“Hyuckie—ahhh, fuck—I’m c-cumming—!” Mark wailed, his body giving out as he convulsed, spilling hard against the alpha’s mouth.

 

Donghyuck held him through it, never letting go, swallowing every drop like he’d die without it.

 

When Mark finally collapsed, weak and trembling, Donghyuck lifted his head, lips wet, eyes dark and fond all at once. He leaned forward, kissing Mark’s spine softly before whispering, “So good, baby. Good boy. So sweet for me.”

 

Mark was still shaking, body slack and boneless against the sheets, when Donghyuck finally pulled back from between his thighs.

 

His mouth glistened with slick, chin wet as he licked the taste from his lips, eyes hooded and burning.

 

“Perfect,” he rasped, kissing the back of Mark’s thigh as if to soothe him, even while his cock pressed thick and hot against the curve of his ass. “So fucking perfect for me.”

 

Mark whimpered, still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but his hips lifted automatically, presenting himself again. He wanted it—needed it —every nerve in his body reaching for the weight of his alpha inside him. “Please, Hyuckie… please, need you.”

 

Donghyuck’s hand slid up his spine, grounding him, before he lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Mark’s stretched entrance, slick and twitching with want. He nudged slowly, teasing, coating himself in the mess of Mark’s release until Mark was keening, pushing back desperately.

 

“Alphaaaa, don’t make me wait—” Mark’s voice cracked into a sob as his hole fluttered around nothing.

 

Donghyuck growled low in his chest, the sound rolling over Mark’s skin. “You want me to fill you, baby? Want me to ruin this sweet little pussy with my cock?”

 

“Yes, yes—” Mark cried, face buried in the sheets. “Split me open!  Make me y-yours… ahhh! hngggg!"

 

That was all it took. Donghyuck pushed forward, the thick head breaching with a stretch that had Mark gasping, body bowing as he clawed at the mattress.

 

Inch by inch, Donghyuck sank into him, cock spreading him open in a slow, relentless drive until his hips were flush against Mark’s ass.

 

Mark’s eyes rolled back, a cry tearing from his throat as he clenched around the impossible fullness, going dumb on his busband’s cock. “Oh f-fuck—Hyuckie, you’re so biggg, I can’t—”

 

“You can,” Donghyuck cut him off, voice low but tender, leaning over to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You always take me so well. My good boy.”

 

“Y-you're gonna break me! You're gonna b-break my puss—” Mark choked when Donghyuck thrusted relentlessly, unforging—he was so sure the alpha didn't mind he'd break his omega's pussy, it was his after all.

 

His to eat, to fuck, to please—everything that is Mark's is Donghyuck's, even his sweet pussy that shelters the shape of Donghyuck's cock, making Mark bend, and plead out his name repeatedly. 

 

Donghyuck pulled out almost completely, only to slam back in with a wet smack that had Mark sobbing, eyes rolling in pleasure, leaving his mouth agape and the sheets damp with sweat and tears.

 

Every thrust stole his breath, cock carving him open, hitting the spot inside that made his toes curl and his pussy gush with more slick. 

 

“Hyuckie—ahhh—I’m gonna—gonna cum again!” Mark’s voice broke, his whole body trembling as he pushed back into every thrust, desperate, insatiable.

 

Donghyuck’s pace quickened, hips snapping against Mark’s ass, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room.

One hand gripped Mark’s hip possessively while the other slipped down to rub his swollen clit, circling it in time with every thrust.

 

A sharp smack echoed in the room, Mark’s ass jiggling from the force of Donghyuck’s palm. The sting bloomed hot on his skin, making his eyes sting and his bottom lip jut out in a trembling pout.

 

He buried his face into the sheets with a muffled whine. “‘S-so mean,” he whimpered, cheeks flushed all the way to his ears.

 

It wasn’t just the pain—it was the way it made him feel small and claimed, every nerve alive under Hyuck’s touch. Even with tears brimming in his eyes, he couldn’t stop the needy clench of his pussy, couldn’t hide how much he liked being handled like this.

 

“Come on, cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock. I want you dripping when I knot you,” he growled against his ear.

 

Mark screamed, vision going white as he convulsed, his pussy tightening violently around the thick length inside him. Slick poured down his thighs as he came hard, body milking Donghyuck’s cock with desperate, pulsing squeezes.

 

Donghyuck groaned, rutting into him, his knot swelling as he slammed deeper, chasing his own release. “Mine—fuck, you’re mine.”

 

Donghyuck’s thrusts turned brutal, the thick drag of his cock stretching Mark open over and over, the bed shaking beneath them. Mark was a mess—crying into the sheets, his voice wrecked from screaming, slick spilling down his thighs as his pussy clung desperately around the fat knot that kept battering at his entrance.

 

“Alpha— ahhh! it’s too much—I can’t, I can’t—” Mark sobbed, but his body betrayed him, hole fluttering and milking, sucking Donghyuck deeper with every thrust.

“You can” Donghyuck snarled, leaning over him, his chest pressed to Mark’s back as he pounded in harder. His hand curled around Mark’s throat, tilting his head back until their mouths nearly met.

 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Gonna take my knot, aren’t you? Gonna keep me locked inside until you’re stuffed full of my pups.”

 

Mark’s sob turned into a moan, high-pitched and needy. His nails clawed at the sheets as his pussy squeezed, gushing harder at the thought. “Yes! Please, knot me, Hyuckie! I want it, I want you to fill me—fuck, I want it s-sooo bad—”

 

Donghyuck laughed breathlessly, fucking into him harder, the sound of their bodies colliding wet and obscene. His cock slammed deep, hitting the raw spot inside that had Mark seeing stars, his cries spilling nonstop.

 

“Greedy little thing,” Donghyuck groaned, rutting faster, his knot swelling with every thrust. “So hungry for my cock. You won’t be satisfied until you’re split open, huh?”

 

“Yes, yesyesyes—oh god, I’m—a-a hhh!” Mark screamed as another orgasm ripped through him, his pussy spasming violently around Donghyuck’s cock. Slick gushed out in thick waves, coating Donghyuck’s balls, dripping down to soak the sheets.

 

Donghyuck gritted his teeth, growl breaking free as his knot swelled suddenly, pushing against Mark’s stretched hole. He shoved harder, relentless, until with a wet pop it forced its way inside, locking them together tight.

 

Mark’s scream tore through the room, his back arching as his pussy stretched obscenely around the knot, clenched tight and pulsing. His whole body shook, mouth open in a silent cry as he came again, slick pouring out around the knot that plugged him full.

 

“Fuck—fuck, baby, take it, take my knot,” Donghyuck groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself balls-deep. His cock throbbed violently before spilling hot, thick cum deep inside, flooding Mark’s womb in heavy spurts that made his belly warm.

 

Mark sobbed through it, incoherent pleas spilling past his lips as he felt himself being pumped full, the thick knot keeping every drop inside. “"Smuch—ahhh, Hyuckie, I can feel it, f-feel you filling me up—”

 

Donghyuck gripped his hips tight, rutting shallowly to grind his knot against Mark’s raw walls, forcing the cum deeper. “That’s it. Take it all. You’re mine, Markie. My perfect omega. My sweetest cocksleeve, always keeping ng dick warm, yeah?” 

 

Mark’s mind was gone, broken apart by the fullness, by the mess dripping inside of him that he couldn’t push out. He lay trembling, pussy clenching around the knot as if to keep him there forever.

 

Donghyuck leaned down, kissing the tears off his cheeks as he panted against his ear. “Look at you, baby. Stuffed and dripping for me. You’re not going anywhere until I’m sure you’re bred.”

 

Mark was gone. His voice cracked into whimpers, sobs spilling from his lips as his body trembled uncontrollably. His pussy pulsed around the thick knot, every spasm milking Donghyuck’s cock for more, his insides drowning in the mess he’d already taken.

 

But Donghyuck didn’t stop. He shifted his hips again, grinding the knot deeper, sending sharp jolts through Mark’s overstimulated body.

 

“Too much—ahhh, Alpha, I-I can’t—” Mark sobbed, his voice shredded, slick dripping down his thighs. His entire body shook with every grind, his legs twitching weakly like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to get away or push back for more.

“You can, baby. You will.” Donghyuck snarled, voice rough as he bent over him, his teeth grazing Mark’s shoulder.

 

“You don’t get to tell me when it’s enough. Look at this pussy—” He pushed his hand between Mark’s legs, pressing against his swollen lips, spreading him wider around the knot that stuffed him full. “—still clenching, still begging. Don’t you dare pretend you don’t love being ruined.”

 

Mark cried out, broken, his hole spasming at the words, squeezing Donghyuck’s cock like a vice. Cum leaked around the knot in messy spurts, soaking the sheets beneath them.

 

“Alpha, please—f-fuck, it’s too much, I can’t stop c-c umming—”

 

“Good,” Donghyuck growled, his hips rutting again, fucking his knot against Mark’s raw walls until Mark screamed, vision white as another orgasm ripped through him.

 

His body collapsed, twitching and convulsing, every nerve burning as he gushed around Donghyuck’s cock again, soaking them both.

 

Donghyuck laughed low, feral, his mouth at Mark’s ear. “So easy to break, baby. Just a few thrusts and you’re crying, begging, soaking my cock like the perfect little bitch you are. My cockdrunk cumslut.”

 

Mark moaned helplessly, words dissolving into babble as his tongue tripped over itself. “ M-mine, I’m yours, Hyuckie—fuck, I’ll take it, I’ll take your knot, your pups, just don’t stop—ahh don’t stop!”

 

That desperation sent Donghyuck spiraling. He bit down hard on Mark’s shoulder, claiming him, rutting frantically even while tied.

 

His cock throbbed violently, releasing another hot wave of cum that spilled deeper, stuffing Mark’s womb until his stomach felt heavy, stretched from the inside out.

 

Mark’s tears smeared across the sheets as he sobbed through it, overwhelmed, ruined, broken open in every way but clinging tighter, still squeezing for more.

 

Donghyuck eased up just enough to whisper against his ear, voice wrecked but tender in its filth. “I’ll keep you like this all night, baby. Knot buried inside, belly full, dripping until this hole forgets what it’s like to be empty. You’ll only ever know me—my cock, my knot, my pups.”

 

Mark whimpered, utterly gone, his body trembling around the knot that locked them together, cum spilling from him in hot waves. “Yours,” he gasped, eyes rolling back, his voice wrecked and raw. “Always yours.”

 

And Donghyuck kissed the sweat-streaked side of his face, growling softly, “That’s right. You're mine, Mark —mine to break, mine to breed, mine to love.”

 

 

---

 

 

Mark was curled tight against Hyuck’s chest, his pouty lips brushing the alpha’s skin, still pink and trembling from earlier.

 

His lashes clung together, damp with tears and sweat, and he gave tiny, sleepy hums every time Hyuck’s hand stroked down his back. The knot had already softened, but Hyuck didn’t let him move away — not when he looked so small and clingy.

 

Fuck, he’s so cute, Hyuck thought, watching Mark peek up at him, eyes glazed and glassy. His lip jutted out, the tiniest pout, like he wanted to complain but couldn’t find the strength.

 

“You okay, baby?” Hyuck whispered, brushing his thumb along Mark’s cheek.

 

Mark made a little noise, somewhere between a hum and a whine, and buried his face back into Hyuck’s chest. “Mhm…”

 

Hyuck kissed his temple softly. “Good. You were perfect tonight. So, so good for me.”

 

Later, when Mark was pliant enough to be moved, Hyuck carried him carefully into the bathroom. Mark blinked lazily from the counter while Hyuck washed him clean, patient with every touch.

 

He slipped one of his own shirts over Mark’s head — the fabric so big the sleeves covered his hands completely.

 

“Hyuckie…” Mark mumbled, lips jutting out when Hyuck pressed a glass of water to his mouth.

 

“Drink, baby,” Hyuck coaxed gently. Mark sipped with puffed cheeks, like he always did, and Hyuck had to laugh softly before kissing them.

 

Back in their room, Hyuck closed the curtains and dimmed the light. He fluffed the pillows, laid Mark down carefully, then slid in beside him with a plate of fruit. Mark pouted but still opened his mouth when Hyuck brought pieces to his lips, chewing lazily between soft kisses.

 

When Mark was finally tucked into the blanket, warm and bundled, he whispered against Hyuck’s chest, “You think it’ll take this time?”

 

Hyuck stilled, looking down at him. He kissed Mark’s forehead and pressed their foreheads together, speaking low and steady.

 

“Even if it doesn’t, we’ll keep trying. Not because I need it to happen, but because I need you. You’re everything, baby. You’re all I’ll ever want.”

 

Mark’s pout softened into a shy smile. He gave a muffled giggle against Hyuck’s shirt. “You’re too sweet sometimes…”

 

“Not possible,” Hyuck teased softly, kissing his lips slow, just enough to make Mark whine again. God, he’s so fucking cute, he thought, holding him tighter.

 

Mark’s eyes fluttered shut, his body melting completely into Hyuck’s arms. Hyuck smoothed his hair down, humming softly until Mark’s breathing grew steady, little puffs of air brushing his chest.

 

Hyuck reached over, pulling the blanket tighter around them both. He pressed one last kiss to Mark’s temple and whispered, “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

 

Mark’s fingers twitched in his sleep, clutching at Hyuck’s shirt even tighter. The alpha smiled, shutting his own eyes at last, drifting off with his omega curled safely in his arms.

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Own

Shit.

 

Mark arched his back over the wooden table, every nerve in his body screaming for Donghyuck. His skin felt electric, tingling wherever his husband’s presence touched him—even in absent glances.

 

Donghyuck was already dressed in a crisp, sharp suit, ready to leave for work, but Mark, clad only in his tiny apron, helpless and exposed, was far too irresistible.

 

The sight, the scent, the quiet quiver of his body… it all pulled at something primal in Donghyuck.

 

He needed Mark. Needed to taste him, bury himself deep in his wet, needy cunt, and claim every inch of him before the world could interfere.

 

Breakfast had been a courtesy, a perfunctory meal he barely remembered assembling—the real hunger wasn’t for food. It was Mark, trembling, leaking, aching for him.

 

Donghyuck’s hair was already disheveled, gel ruined in tufts, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about professionalism, or the day waiting outside their door.

 

His hands found Mark’s hair, tugging roughly, holding him in place, and pressed his tongue to the slick, trembling folds of his husband’s cunt.

 

Warm, wet, insistent—Donghyuck’s tongue traced over him, lapping at every slick crease, flicking, swirling, teasing, dragging shivers from Mark’s spine to the tips of his quivering toes.

 

Mark’s head fell back, eyes rolling as pleasure coiled and uncoiled in his belly, mouth open in a helpless gasp.

 

Strong hands gripped Mark’s thighs, holding him spread wide, preventing thrashing, keeping him exactly where he needed him.

 

His whine escaped deep from his throat—there was no escape from Donghyuck’s relentless, hungry mouth.

 

He tried, oh, how he tried—but his body had a mind of its own, responding to every press of heat and wetness, every flick of the tongue, every deliberate curl of Donghyuck’s fingers.

 

The raw ache from last night still pulsed in him. Donghyuck hadn’t spared him then—pounding into him until he blacked out, leaving his body trembling with exhaustion and bliss.

 

And now… now he was alive in the fire all over again.

 

“Ahhhh! H-hyuckie!” A guttural moan tore from him as Donghyuck pushed deeper, drinking in every slick taste, every desperate shiver of need.

 

Mark tried lifting his husband’s head to breathe, to get a moment’s respite—but Donghyuck’s hands didn’t relent.

 

Fingers brushed and rubbed his swollen clit while his tongue continued its merciless assault, coaxing out every broken gasp, every high-pitched whine.

 

“F-fuck…one…more…” Mark gasped at Donghyuck's words, hips trembling, lips pressing wetly to Donghyuck’s arm in a shaky, pleading kiss.

 

Donghyuck’s eyes rolled back, completely pussy-drunk, tongue lapping hungrily. “Mm…yeah,” he groaned, still buried, fingers curling inside, stroking, teasing, making Mark’s body tremble with helpless need.

 

Mark’s legs shook, thighs quivering under the firm grip. His voice disappeared entirely, replaced by panting, choked moans.

 

He tried to lift his hips, to get even a moment’s relief—but Donghyuck’s knotting hand caught him, pressing him flush against the table edge. Every nerve flared, every shiver magnified.

 

“Can you…ride my face?” Donghyuck’s voice was rough, breath hitching, hoarse with desire, utterly lost to the need that Mark evoked.

 

Mark weakly laughed, a sound broken by desperation. “What? Come on, if you take a bath for two minutes, you can still make it.”

 

But Donghyuck’s hands gripped his hips, tugging insistently. “No. Here. Now. On me. Need you.” His lips littered kisses all over his husband's body.

 

Mark’s body trembled at the gentleness, hips already gathering slick, responding instinctively to the pheromones rolling off Donghyuck in waves. He pressed back against his husband’s chest, shivering.

 

The table was sturdy but low, the edge pressing against his thighs as he arched back, every nerve screaming for attention.

Donghyuck’s knot was already swelling, pressing deep whenever he shifted, making it impossible to simply stay upright. 

 

“Bed,” Mark gasped, realization dawning. “We…we need the bed. Edge’s too l-low.”

 

Donghyuck growled, nodding, still hungrily buried between Mark’s folds. “Fine. Move. I’ll hold you. Don’t slip.”

 

Careful hands guided Mark to his feet, trembling, slick fingers brushing along his thighs as Donghyuck stayed kneeling on the floor near the table.

 

With one smooth motion, Donghyuck pulled Mark close, steadying him. 

 

Mark’s knees sank into the soft mattress, thighs hovering over Donghyuck’s face. The alpha’s hands immediately latched onto him, gripping hips firmly, anchoring him in place.

 

The edge of the table was gone, replaced by the softer, more yielding support of the bed—allowing him to tilt, shift, and fully ride Donghyuck’s face without losing balance.

 

“Alright…now,” Donghyuck murmured, tongue already flicking against his clit, “all yours, baby. Ride me.”

 

Mark's hands trembled as he settled over Donghyuck, knees pressing into the mattress as he positioned himself.

 

Every brush of his wet folds against Donghyuck's face sent shivers down his spine, heat pooling in his belly. The scent of himself mingled with the earthy musk of Donghyuck's desire, making his head spin.

 

Donghyuck's hands gripped Mark's thighs firmly, guiding him, holding him steady.

 

The moment Mark lowered himself fully onto Donghyuck's mouth, the alpha's tongue flicked out, wet, insistent, tasting him like he'd never tasted anything before. Every stroke, every swirl pressed deep, sending tiny sparks of pleasure darting through Mark's body. 

 

He leaned forward slightly, pressing hands to Donghyuck’s shoulders, forehead brushing the bedframe, the warmth and wetness mingling between them in an intoxicating rhythm.

 

“Oh…Hyuck…fuck…ahh!” Mark moaned, hips rocking instinctively, pressing down into the warm, hungry mouth beneath him. 

 

He felt Donghyuck’s tongue curling, tracing over his clit, flicking through the slick folds, teasing, swirling, tasting every desperate quiver.

 

“Such a perfect little omega,” Donghyuck murmured, muffled against Mark, tongue tracing deep inside him, fingers sliding to press at his swollen, sensitive clit. “So fucking wet…so needy…”

 

Mark’s hands gripped Donghyuck’s shoulders, nails digging lightly into the skin, hips moving with shuddering desperation. 

 

Every push brought Donghyuck deeper, tongue lapping, fingers curling, teasing every inch of him. He felt himself trembling uncontrollably, quivering against the firm, possessive hands holding him steady.

 

Donghyuck hummed, vibrating through his lips, tongue flicking against his cunt with precision. “God, you taste so good…mine, all mine…” Every word, every press of the tongue against Mark’s soaked cunt made him shiver and moan, incoherent with need.

 

Mark leaned forward slightly, hands pressing against Donghyuck’s cheek, muttering broken praises, soft kisses, desperate whispers. 

 

The room was then filled by Mark’s choked moans. His body was a mess of trembling, twitching, every nerve raw and alive, every movement sending electricity through him.

 

Donghyuck’s fingers pressed deeper, curling inside him while the tongue swirled, flicked, and sucked in all the right places. 

 

Every inch of Mark’s body screamed in pleasure, pussy soaked and throbbing, clit raw, trembling under the precise attention. Mark’s hips jerked uncontrollably, shivering against the mattress, quivering with overstimulation.

 

“You feel so good…so perfect…fuck…” Donghyuck groaned, pushing a little deeper, holding Mark’s hips, keeping him flush, tethered to the alpha beneath him. “Ride it…yours…all yours, baby…”

 

Mark’s hands trembled, gripping the alpha’s shoulders tighter, leaning down slightly to press his forehead to Donghyuck’s, feeling the warm, wet tongue, the slick fingers, the possessive grip, every sense alive. 

 

His moans mixed with Donghyuck’s growls, the sound of wet heat and desperate pleasure filling the room.

 

Every thrust of his hips, every shiver and quiver pressed him deeper onto Donghyuck, making the alpha growl with need. 

 

Fingers twisted just right, tongue flicking with precision, sinful whines and gasps he didn’t know he could make. 

 

Mark’s body shook violently, trembling from overstimulation, utterly consumed by the alpha’s relentless attention.

 

Finally, after a slow, grinding rhythm that felt like it stretched on forever, every nerve in Mark’s body thrummed, and he tumbled into a shuddering, whimpering climax. 

 

Donghyuck held him steady, tongue and fingers still teasing lightly, coaxing every last shiver from him until Mark sagged, completely spent, hips trembling uncontrollably.

 

Even when Mark’s body went slack, Donghyuck didn’t release him completely.

 

He held him flush, letting the warmth and wetness mingle, pressing tender, lingering kisses along his thighs and inner hips, whispering possessive, loving murmurs. 

 

Mark could only hum, soft, exhausted, melting against his alpha, head resting on Donghyuck’s shoulder as his body slowly calmed, though every nerve remained alive and sensitive, still tingling from the intensity of their intimate claiming.

 

 

When Mark’s knees could barely hold him upright, Donghyuck lifted him with ease, pressing his body flush against his own. 

 

Every step to the bathroom became a slow, delicious torment—Mark’s hips brushing against him, knot pressing snug, heat and slick transferring with each stride. His body trembled in Donghyuck’s arms, small whimpers escaping despite his desperate attempts to stay upright.

 

“Lean on me, baby,” Donghyuck murmured, steadying him with careful hands as they moved through the hallway. “Can’t have you falling before I get you cleaned up.”

 

Mark pressed his face into his alpha’s shoulder, scent mingling, trembling, every nerve alight.

 

Donghyuck nipped the back of his neck, low and possessive. “All mine. Only mine. You smell amazing…like this.”

 

By the time they reached the bathroom, Mark was practically clinging to Donghyuck, knees weak, slick trailing down his thighs. 

 

Donghyuck set him gently on the cool tiles, supporting him as he pressed close, knot still throbbing, every pulse making Mark gasp and quiver. 

 

“Ready for the next part, baby?” Donghyuck murmured, voice low, hands brushing over slick skin, steadying him. “We’ll clean you up, yeah? Gonna lather my tongue on your cunt—.”

 

Mark’s knees wobbled, shivering from overstimulation. “Y-yes…Hyuck…please…”

 

Donghyuck sank to his knees, hands sliding along Mark’s thighs, tracing wet trails over slick skin. 

 

He pressed slow, heated kisses along the inner thighs, tasting every drop of their morning chaos. Mark moaned, tilting his head back, eyes fluttering shut, completely undone.

 

“Hyuck…so…good…please—ahhh... haaa!” Mark’s hips stuttered, trembling uncontrollably.

 

Donghyuck’s hands pressed to his waist, steadying him as his tongue and fingers worked expertly. 

 

The knot still throbbed inside Mark, tethering them together, and each movement of Donghyuck’s fingers and tongue coaxed higher, desperate moans from him.

 

Mark quaked, head lolling back, every nerve alight. The cool tiles underfoot, the warmth of Donghyuck pressed to him, and the unrelenting devotion of his alpha—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

 

“Shh…mine, baby. All mine,” Donghyuck murmured, voice rough, pressing kisses to the most sensitive places, claiming and marking him, letting Mark know without a doubt that he was utterly possessed.

 

Mark gasped, almost incoherent. “Hyuck…can’t…can’t think…just…please…”

 

Donghyuck smiled darkly, eyes hooded with need. Fingers curling inside him, tongue teasing, stroking that sensitive spot he knew would make Mark shiver uncontrollably. 

 

Tongue flicked and lapped, tracing every slick fold, tasting every desperate cry.

 

Mark’s knees threatened to buckle under the intensity, hips jerking against Donghyuck’s face and fingers, helpless. 

 

Hands clenched the edge of the counter, knuckles white, body quivering in overstimulated bliss. “H-hyuck…so…good…please…don’t stop…”

 

“I won’t, baby,” Donghyuck murmured, breath warm against his skin, tongue lapping and flicking, teasing every inch. “You’re so perfect…so wet for me…so mine.”

 

Mark’s head lolled back, eyes half-closed, mouth open in gasps and broken moans. 

 

His body shook uncontrollably as Donghyuck’s tongue worked in tandem with his fingers, stroking, pressing, curling, coaxing every desperate whine and shiver from him.

 

The knot inside him pulsed, pressing deep, tethering them together in a rhythm that made Mark’s mind go hazy. Each subtle roll of Donghyuck’s hips, each curl of his fingers inside him, made Mark tremble harder, groaning incoherently. “Ahhh…Hyuck…so…so…!”

 

Donghyuck pressed closer, letting his nose brush against the slick heat, murmuring possessive praises into the shell of Mark’s ear. “Mine…all mine, baby. Every inch belongs to me.”

 

Mark’s hips jerked, quivering, wetness dripping, voice broken into gasps and whines. Legs shook, knees threatening to buckle, and Donghyuck held him steady, hands on his waist, fingers deep, tongue teasing, never relenting.

 

Finally, after pushing him past the edge, after every nerve in Mark’s body had been ignited, Donghyuck let the knot settle. He pressed Mark flush against him, body trembling, pussy throbbing, legs wobbling violently. Every inch of him felt claimed, ruined, utterly his.

 

“Alright…let’s clean you up,” Donghyuck murmured, his voice softer now but still heavy with possessive heat. 

 

He helped Mark upright, hands sliding along his slick thighs, steadying him as they stepped fully into the shower.

 

Warm water cascaded over them, dripping from Donghyuck’s rumpled hair and Mark’s trembling form. 

 

The sound of water, the heat, and the lingering scent of their bodies made every nerve alive, raw, and sensitive. Donghyuck pressed kisses along Mark’s neck, shoulders, chest, and inner thighs, tasting, marking, claiming him.

 

God, he can’t get enough.

 

Mark had been just warming his cock, teasing, rubbing, letting it twitch under his touch. Now he was trying hard to stay upright, hands shaking, lathering shampoo into Donghyuck’s hair like the good little wife he was—soft, obedient, taking care of him. 

 

The warmth of his fingers, the careful strokes, it all made Donghyuck’s cock throb harder, remembering how wet and needy Mark had made him just moments ago. Fuck, even just doing this, Mark had him buried in need again.

 

“Hey. Relax, baby, let me handle it,” Donghyuck murmured, guiding his hands over Mark’s, helping him massage the warm lather into his hair. 

 

Fingers brushed deliberately against sensitive spots along Mark’s ribs and inner thighs, making him shiver and gasp uncontrollably.

 

Mark leaned into Donghyuck, pressing his face against his chest, curling into him as much as the shower space allowed. 

 

He purred softly, letting the steady warmth of the water and the unrelenting care of his alpha calm the overstimulation into a soft, buzzing pleasure.

 

Donghyuck’s hands traced over Mark’s body, memorizing every curve, every tremble, pressing kisses to his lips, jaw, neck.

 

Mark’s body quivered with every touch, hips twitching slightly against the firm pressure of Donghyuck behind him. He tried to steady his breathing, tried to regain a semblance of composure, but his pussy was still raw, sensitive, and utterly alive, craving more even after the relentless morning.

 

Donghyuck pulled him into a gentle embrace, letting the water rinse over them, calming, cleansing, while Mark rested against him, shivering softly.

 

“Rest,” Donghyuck murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of Mark’s head. “I’ll take care of everything else. You just…let me.”

 

Mark hummed softly, melting against his alpha, body still quivering, heart racing, mind hazy. He was overwhelmed, spent, and utterly possessed—but in that moment, completely safe, cherished, and claimed.

 

 

 

 

---

 

 

 

Donghyuck now sipped his tea on the rooftop, mind half on work, half on the memory of Mark sprawled across the table, pussy dripping, mouth agape for him.

“Do you think I’m the problem?” he muttered to Jeno, who only scoffed. As if telling him he’s thinking bullshit. 

The rooftop view was gorgeous, and Donghyuck thought briefly how nice it would be to have a home like this. Mark would've loved a view like this.

Donghyuck chuckled. Annual fertility checkups called it a miracle; he called it frustrating. Even Mark’s body was ready, willing, and responsive beyond measure. So why wouldn’t it take now?

Mornings weren’t spared. Nights weren’t spared. Donghyuck came home late, and still, he’d sink into Mark, leaving him dripping, pussy-throbbing, a little slut for his knot.

He clicked his tongue, frustrated. Maybe it wasn’t enough. Maybe Mark needed more. Maybe he needed to push him harder, knot him deeper, double the usual, until his cunt couldn’t remember 

Oh, he would. 

 

Notes:

alr that's enough ao3 for today

Chapter 3: Take

Notes:

alr ...

Everything felt off. Days passed, and ever since that night, Donghyuck had been left restless, tangled in whatever wild, inexplicable stirrings his Alpha instincts were obsessing over.

 

The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Donghyuck lay rigid in bed, one eye half-open, senses straining like a predator on high alert.

 

Every soft exhale, every twitch of Mark’s lashes, every rustle of the blanket under his hand was magnified. His Alpha instincts screamed at him to stay awake, to watch, to protect.

 

Mark, curled against his chest, looked so small, so soft, so utterly his… and yet Donghyuck’s chest tightened.

 

There was something different about him. Something in his scent. Sweet, warm, richer than usual, almost… intoxicating.

 

“Hyuckie?” Mark murmured, voice thick with sleep. Pressing his face into Donghyuck’s chest, he brushed their noses together. “You’re… awake again?”

 

Donghyuck exhaled shakily, pressing a hand over Mark’s small back. “Yeah… couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “You… smell different.”

 

Mark hummed, sleepy and unbothered, tugging lightly at Donghyuck’s sleeve. “I think you’re just paranoid. Go back to sleep, Hyuck.”

 

Paranoid. Donghyuck didn’t feel paranoid—he felt alert, muscles tense, heart thudding.

 

He wanted to pull Mark closer, bury himself in his scent, make sure nothing—no one—could touch him.

 

He shifted slightly, letting a hand trail down Mark’s side, brushing over his hip, teasing lightly. Mark stirred, whimpering softly, hips inching toward Donghyuck without realizing it.

 

The Alpha’s fingers ghosted lower, circling the sensitive flesh just enough to make Mark twitch, breath hitching.

 

“Hyuck…” Mark murmured, voice trembling, already flush and wet beneath him. “Please…”

 

Donghyuck smirked darkly, leaning in, lips brushing Mark’s temple. “You’re already so needy, aren’t you, baby?” His fingers teased the slick spot, brushing over Mark’s thighs, just close enough to make the omega squirm.

 

Mark’s hands gripped the sheets, desperate to hold something, anything, while his hips ground against the bed instinctively. “Hyuck… I… can’t… need…” He let out a strangled whine, body writhing, wetness pooling over the pillow.

 

Donghyuck leaned back just slightly, enough to watch with amusement. His thumb brushed lightly over Mark’s clit, not enough to give satisfaction, just enough to make him arch and tremble.

 

Mark’s back arched violently, lips parting, eyes half-rolling as he buried his face into the pillow.

 

He ground down desperately, slick smearing across the fabric, humping the soft cushion like it could replace Donghyuck’s touch. Tiny whimpers tore from his throat, muffled against the pillow.

 

“Hyuck… oh god… haaa —please… i can’t… 'm so wet…” Mark moaned, hips bucking uncontrollably, pressing harder into the pillow, as if clawing at it could draw Donghyuck back to him.

 

His hands clawed at the mattress, legs shaking, body trembling under the tease.

 

Donghyuck chuckled low, pressing a hand firmly against Mark’s small back, enjoying the frantic, writhing desperation.

 

“Always so messy, Markie.” He brushed a thumb along the slick, red-streaked flesh, then drew back teasingly, letting Mark cry into the pillow in frustration.

 

Mark’s hips bucked faster, burying himself deeper, fingernails digging into the fabric, trying to chase the elusive release.

 

Every movement was desperate, needy, utterly uncontrolled—exactly how Donghyuck wanted him.

 

Finally, Donghyuck leaned down, capturing Mark’s ear with his lips. “That’s it… fuck the pillow, baby. Show me how much you need it… how much you need me.”

 

Mark squealed, muffled by the pillow, his body convulsing in desperate rhythm.

 

He pressed harder, grinding his slick wetness into the fabric, jerking uncontrollably as his hips shivered.

 

His moans were frantic, broken, tinged with embarrassment and raw, desperate need.

 

Donghyuck laughed low, soft, the vibration pressing against Mark’s ear. “Want water, baby?”

 

Mark’s whine tore from his throat, high, shaky, almost pitiful. “N-no… Hyuck… I… I don’t… I don’t want water… I—need you…” His body writhed against the pillow, hips jerking, ass clenching helplessly.

 

Every tremble, every desperate push made him whine louder, pleading, raw.

 

Donghyuck let a slow, teasing hand trail down Mark’s back, thumb brushing the slick crease of his ass. “Mmm… is that so, baby? All you need is me?”

 

“Yes… yes… baby… please… I can’t… can’t hold it… need… need you inside me… now…” Mark sobbed into the pillow, voice breaking, each word dripping with want.

 

His hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding against the cushion, desperate for the touch that wasn’t coming yet.

 

Donghyuck chuckled, sharp and possessive, fingers ghosting over the slick skin of Mark’s thighs.

 

Mark moaned, whining so desperately it was almost painful to hear, nails digging into the sheets, body arching against the pillow as he panted and squirmed, completely undone.

 

“God, you’re so needy, baby…” Donghyuck murmured, voice thick, teasing, enjoying every whimper and desperate plea. “All this for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

 

“Hyuck… please… don’t leave… I… I need you… I need you so much…” Mark cried, whines spilling between shaky gasps, grinding harder, desperate, completely consumed by want.

 

Mark whimpered, thrusting into the pillow, desperate and helpless, while Donghyuck rose from the bed. The Alpha’s presence loomed over him even as he padded toward the kitchen.

 

Mark’s frantic, writhing, humping became louder, body shaking, every nerve ablaze with the teasing torment Donghyuck left in his wake.

 

 

Donghyuck had expected this view the moment he returned. Mark was still tangled in the sheets, face buried in the pillow, busy bucking his hips relentlessly.

 

His hair was damp with sweat, cheeks flushed bright red, small whimpers and gasps muffled into the cushion. Every movement was frantic, needy, and utterly desperate.

 

Donghyuck’s cock throbbed violently at the sight. He set the glass down, eyes darkening with hunger. “Mark…” he murmured low, voice rough, vibrating with possessiveness. “That’s enough…”

 

Mark’s small, shaking body froze at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice. He whimpered, lifting his head slightly, eyes half-lidded with want, lips parting into a broken plea. “Hyuck… I… can’t… please…”

 

Donghyuck crossed the room in two strides, hands instantly on Mark’s trembling sides, lifting him from the pillow.

 

Mark squealed in protest, clinging to the sheets, hips bucking automatically in a last desperate attempt to chase release. “Shh, baby… none of that without me, hm.”

 

Donghyuck growled, pressing his body flush against Mark’s, letting the heat of their combined scent envelop him.

 

Mark’s knees trembled as Donghyuck pulled him onto his lap, facing him. Donghyuck let a hand roam over the small, slick body, tracing wetness along his inner thighs before cupping him fully.

 

“So messy… so wet for me already,” he breathed, brushing his thumb across the glistening slit, watching Mark shiver violently.

 

Mark gasped, lips parting in a high-pitched whine. “Hyuck… need to be full… ahhh…” He tried to grind against Donghyuck, hips lifting, desperate to feel friction, even if it wasn’t enough yet.

 

Donghyuck pressed forward, capturing Mark’s mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth grazing lightly over lips as he held him tight.

 

Every small, frantic movement Mark made sent shivers of possessive lust down Donghyuck’s spine. “Mine… always mine. You don’t get to cum without me, baby. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes… Hnggg!-Hyuck… please…” Mark’s voice was desperate, shaky, broken, as he buried his face against Donghyuck’s neck, thighs clenching around him like a vice.

 

Donghyuck groaned, lips brushing down Mark’s temple and jawline as his hands gripped the small hips, tilting him forward slightly.

 

He lined himself up with Mark, hips nudging against him, the tip of his cock pressing against slick folds. “Then take it—‘s all for you...”

 

Mark’s body jerked violently at the contact, trembling as he tried to guide Donghyuck inside.

 

The Alpha’s strong hands held him in place, tilting, guiding, claiming. “Good boy… just like that. Mine. Always mine.” His voice shook with the warmth of his husband's cunt, sending strikes on his spine.

 

The first thrust was slow but powerful, forcing a strangled cry from Mark as his back arched violently.

 

Every whimper, every gasp, every frantic press of his hips into Donghyuck’s only made the Alpha rock harder, deeper, the knot swelling at the base until Mark was stretched to the absolute limit.

 

Donghyuck leaned close, lips brushing over Mark’s ear, whispering possessive praise. “So wet… so desperate for me… better than that stupid pillow you're humping, huh?” He thrust again, firm, relentless, hips grinding into Mark’s, setting a rhythm that matched the frantic quivers of the smaller body.

 

Mark’s hands dug into Donghyuck’s shoulders, nails pressing into skin as he rocked against him, incoherent whines spilling from his mouth. “Hyuck… oh… so full… can’t… oh god—s good!”

 

Donghyuck’s cock pulsed inside him, tightening as he angled his hips, making Mark shiver violently.

 

“Mine. All of you is mine. You don’t get to hide this from me, baby.” He rolled his hips with controlled power, watching Mark’s body collapse around him in the most perfect display of need.

 

Mark’s moans grew frantic, high-pitched and ragged, his face flushed red. He pressed every inch of himself into Donghyuck, trembling, sweat slicking over every curve.

 

“Hyuck… please… can’t… so… so tight… ahhh!” His thighs quivered as the tension in his body built, every nerve screaming, desperate to milk Donghyuck’s cock.

 

Donghyuck growled low in his chest, clutching Mark tight, rocking him steadily. “Take it, baby… all of me… all of this… yours.” He sank deeper, rolling his hips with measured, possessive strength, letting every thrust pull and stretch Mark in ways only he could.

 

Finally, the knot at the base fully settled inside, locking them together.

 

Mark cried out, body convulsing violently, pussy milking him greedily, arms trembling as tears streaked down his cheeks.

 

Donghyuck held him, forehead pressed to his, breathing hard, savoring the scent, the sound, the helpless writhing that belonged only to him.

 

“Mine… always mine,” he whispered, rocking them together until Mark’s trembling slowed, his body exhausted and sated, a sheen of sweat and slick glistening over them both.

 

They collapsed in a tangled heap, Donghyuck pressing soft kisses along Mark’s damp hair and flushed cheeks. “Come on, baby… let’s get you cleaned up.”

 

Mark snuggled closer, still trembling from the intensity, whispering against Donghyuck’s chest, “Hmm, mkay ...”

 

 

---

 

 

The moment they stepped into Jaemin’s house, the subtle scent of incense and freshly cooked food wrapped around them, warm and inviting.

 

Mark clung to Donghyuck’s arm, his small hand buried in the crook of his elbow, skirt swaying slightly with each step.

 

The fabric was light, teasingly short, and Donghyuck’s gaze couldn’t help but track every movement.

 

Jaemin’s cheerful voice greeted them. Mark waved shyly, cheeks already flushed, and Donghyuck’s chest tightened. Every instinct he had screamed, mine.

 

They moved into the living area, where laughter and chatter filled the space.

 

Mark’s skirt hit just above his thighs, exposing more than Donghyuck could ignore, and he subtly brushed his thumb along the inside of Mark’s hand as they were led toward the dining area.

 

Seated at the table, Mark casually chatted with Renjun about something trivial—plans for the weekend, movies they wanted to watch—but every little movement of Mark’s legs under the table had Donghyuck’s attention.

 

His heart thudded, his Alpha instincts thrumming with desperate need.

 

Mark crossed his legs slowly, then shifted impatiently, and the brief glimpse of smooth skin, the subtle press of inner thighs, sent a hot pulse straight to Donghyuck’s groin.

 

Donghyuck leaned down, fingers brushing the hem of Mark’s skirt, teasingly tracing along the top of his thighs. Mark shivered, lips parting, eyes darting to Donghyuck in subtle panic and desperate want.

 

“You look… really good tonight,” Donghyuck murmured lowly, voice only audible to Mark, who stiffened and whimpered softly. “So pretty, baby....”

 

Mark’s hands clenched in his lap, trying to stay composed, but a small whine escaped before he could bite it back.

 

Donghyuck grinned under the table, sliding his fingers closer, tracing the wetness that had already formed, the lace slowly soaking his slick.

 

Mark’s thighs trembled, shifting subtly, desperate for pressure and contact, and Donghyuck pressed two fingers inside, slow, deliberate.

 

Mark gasped, biting the inside of his cheek, trying to appear casual as his hips lifted slightly against the touch.

 

Donghyuck stroked deliberately, teasing every inch, his other hand brushing against Mark’s skirted thighs, pressing him closer, almost forcing him to grind.

 

From the other side of the table, Jeno had started talking to Donghyuck about work. “The new project's kinda crazy—” he laughed, maybe. Donghyuck barely heard, his words carried on, oblivious to the quiet moans and shifts happening under the table.

 

Donghyuck nodded absently, voice calm, almost professional. “Yeah, I saw it. There are a few points we should refine. Maybe adjust the timeline…” His other hand never left Mark’s body, curling and teasing inside him just enough to make Mark squirm visibly.

 

Mark’s lips parted in a silent, high-pitched whine. His skirt rode higher as he tried to subtly shift, grinding slightly against Donghyuck’s hand, a muffled gasp breaking free when he felt the inside of his thighs being toyed with.

 

Donghyuck kept his tone steady, like nothing was happening, just a calm, cool discussion with Jeno about deadlines and schedules, even as his fingers stroked and pressed inside Mark with expert precision.

 

Renjun glanced over at Mark, noting the way his small frame seemed distracted, hips subtly moving under the table. He frowned slightly but didn’t comment, giving Mark the space to struggle with himself while maintaining appearances.

 

Donghyuck smirked, increasing the pressure just a fraction, making Mark tremble, hips lifting involuntarily. “Baby… look at me,” he murmured quietly, thumb brushing over the sensitive flesh. “Look at me and stay still. You don’t get to touch yet… not until I say.”

 

Mark’s hands gripped the edge of the table, fingernails digging into the wood, muffled whines escaping.

 

Every movement of his body, the way his skirt shifted, every desperate shift of his hips, made Donghyuck’s fingers curl tighter, pressing, teasing, making Mark whimper softly against the restraint of polite conversation.

 

Jeno’s voice continued, discussing work, completely unaware of the chaos under the table.

 

Donghyuck leaned back slightly, nodding thoughtfully, tone calm, as his other hand massaged the small of Mark’s back, keeping him still even as his fingers moved expertly.

 

Mark’s breathing hitched, whines becoming harder to suppress, body rocking subtly with each press and curl of Donghyuck’s fingers. His skirt had ridden up further, exposing more of his inner thighs, and the dampness from need slicked against Donghyuck’s hand.

 

“Please… Hyuck…” he whispered, the sound barely audible, tremors running through him, hips pressing harder.

 

Donghyuck chuckled low, the vibration against Mark’s thigh making him jerk sharply. “Not yet, baby…” Two fingers inside him, slow strokes, curling to hit the right spots, eliciting a muffled whine that made Donghyuck grin smugly under the table. “You like that, don’t you? You little slut…”

 

Mark’s hands tightened on his lap, quivering. “Ah… yes… Hyuck… please… oh god…oh-” His skirt had shifted so that Donghyuck’s fingers could tease more freely, and he was gasping softly, rocking his hips subtly, trying to relieve the ache building inside him.

 

Donghyuck’s attention stayed split—above, he nodded at Jeno, discussing work calmly; below, his fingers worked Mark expertly, curling, pressing, teasing, making the smaller man tremble, whine, and whimper silently.

 

Each muffled sound made his cock pulse painfully in his pants.

 

Mark’s head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, lips parting in desperate need. “Hyuck… please… oh god… can’t… so good…” His voice cracked as he tried to stay quiet, shifting slightly to push back more, grinding against Donghyuck’s hand.

 

Donghyuck hummed softly, fingers curling just right, making Mark whimper and squirm. “That’s it… good… such a good baby for me…” He pressed his thumb lightly against the bundle of nerves, eliciting a sharp, quiet gasp from Mark, who pressed down harder into the table edge, thighs trembling.

 

 

Every little sound, every shift, every desperate movement of Mark’s body made Donghyuck tighten his grip slightly, curling his fingers, teasing just right to make Mark whine audibly, but still quiet enough to go unnoticed by the others.

 

By the time the food arrived, Mark was nearly trembling, panting softly, eyes glossy, lips parted in desperate need.

 

Donghyuck let him slide slightly into his lap, pressing just enough to hold him in place while still letting him arch and grind subtly under the table.

 

Mark’s skirt was wrinkled, thighs glistening with wetness, desperate little whines slipping as Donghyuck’s fingers kept teasing, curling, pressing. The scent of need filled the small space between them, every muffled moan and tremble making Donghyuck’s own need spike unbearably.

 

He whispered softly under the table, just for Mark, voice rough and possessive,  “Mine… all mine… you can’t hide from me… not even in front of them.”

 

Mark whimpered in response, hips lifting slightly, pressing closer, desperate, utterly consumed. “Hyuck… please… need… need you…”

 

Donghyuck smiled, the casual conversation with Jeno continuing above, every word mundane, but below the table, he held Mark firmly, teasing, fingering, making him squirm and whine, every muffled sound and shift drawing him tighter into his need, making Mark his in every subtle, desperate way possible.

 

The moment became unbearable; he needed Mark fully, needed to taste, to claim, to feel him properly.

 

“Mark… I can’t… not here,” Donghyuck murmured lowly, voice rough, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. Mark whimpered, looking up with wide, needy eyes.

 

In two strides, they slipped into the small bathroom near the dining area, door clicking softly behind them.

 

Mark leaned against the cool tile wall, skirt still teasingly high, panties soaked and clinging to him. Donghyuck wasted no time, pressing Mark’s back to the wall, hips colliding.

 

Mark gasped, hands clutching Donghyuck’s shoulders, knees trembling as his body arched into the thrusts. Donghyuck groaned low, hands gripping Mark’s hips, moving in fast, shallow strokes that sent them both spinning into a frenzied haze.

 

“Fuck… Hyuck… so… so good…” Mark whined, breath hitching. “Need… more…”

 

Donghyuck curled his fingers on the band of Mark's panties, slipping them off his leaking pussy before crumpling them in his palms, stuffing Mark's mouth with it, making him taste himself. 

 

Mark whined, “Mine… all mine…” Donghyuck growled, voice thick, pressing him firmly, grinding just enough to make Mark see stars.

 

Each thrust was frantic, greedy, quick, and utterly consuming. Mark’s thighs clenched, hips bucking involuntarily against the hard rhythm, muffled whines filling the small bathroom.

 

Donghyuck could feel his knot enlarge at the base. Pumping loads on Mark's tight pussy, his cockhead directly kissing his cervix. Mark rolled his eyes back, the warmth of Donghyuck's buckets of cum filling his entire womb. 

 

God, he wants him pregnant. All pupped up, carrying his litter. 

 

A sharp, stifled moan escaped as Donghyuck hit him just right, Mark shivering, body trembling, clinging to him. Within moments, their release hit, harsh and fast, bodies shuddering together.

 

Panting, slick, and flushed, Donghyuck pressed a possessive kiss to Mark’s hairline before straightening, adjusting himself, and tugging Mark’s skirt back into place as if to maintain any dignity of his wrecked pussy. 

 

“Better?” Donghyuck muttered, brushing his thumb across Mark’s damp cheek before taking the wet fabric off his mouth, massaging his jaw. Donghyuck showered his face with kisses while Mark nodded, lips parted, still trembling, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

 

Mark held tightly on Donghyuck's shoulder, trying to straighten his shaky legs. He heard Donghyuck laugh, still holding him against the cold bathroom tiles, “Man, I'm sure everybody knows we fucke—” 

 

“Donghyuck!”

 

 

 

Notes:

i actually have a lot im just . gonna keep posting i guess 🤓 here's my twt! @/markmuffns

Chapter 4: Break

The bathroom door clicked softly behind them, shutting out the faint echo of chatter and clinking dishes from the dining room.

 

The silence inside was heavy, broken only by the drip of water from the faucet and the uneven rhythm of Mark’s breath.

 

Mark’s back pressed against the cool tile wall, his small body trembling in the aftermath of what they had just done. The skirt he wore clung damply to his thighs, every shift of the fabric reminding him of the lingering ache and warmth inside him. His lips parted on a shaky sigh, cheeks flushed so deep that the color bled to the tips of his ears.

 

Donghyuck leaned in close, eyes hooded, drinking in the sight. His chest rose and fell steadily, but the low burn in his gaze betrayed his own frayed control. He reached out, brushing two fingers down Mark’s side, letting them ghost over the hem of his skirt.

 

Mark whimpered, burying his face in Donghyuck’s chest as though he could hide there. His fingers curled into the fabric of Donghyuck’s shirt, clutching tight.

 

“W-we shouldn’t… we really shouldn’t have done that. In the bathroom… anyone could’ve heard…” His voice was muffled, trembling with embarrassment, but the tiny shiver that ran through his body betrayed him.

 

Donghyuck’s laugh was low, warm, vibrating against Mark’s ear. “Shh… it’s fine, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Mark’s head.

 

His hand slid lazily down to rest on Mark’s hip, thumb stroking over the thin fabric of his skirt. “No one noticed. And even if they did—” He tilted Mark’s chin up with his knuckles, forcing his eyes to meet his. “—they’d only see how pretty you look when you can’t help yourself.”

 

Mark’s breath caught, pupils dilating. He shook his head quickly, mumbling, “D-don’t say that… you make it sound…” His voice trailed off, words lost in the heat of his own blush.

 

“Like the truth?” Donghyuck teased, lips quirking. He leaned closer, brushing his mouth over the curve of Mark’s ear. 

 

Mark’s knees wobbled, a helpless whimper slipping free. He tried to push at Donghyuck’s chest, but his hands trembled and lingered, pulling at the fabric instead of pushing it away. “You’re gonna make me… I can’t walk out there if you keep—”

 

Donghyuck’s hand pressed firmer against his hip, fingers sliding inward just enough to make Mark twitch violently. “Then let them see you. Let them see how shy and cute you get when you’ve just been ruined.” 

 

“Hyuckie…” Mark’s protest dissolved into a gasp when Donghyuck’s lips trailed down to the nape of his neck.

 

The kiss was gentle, but the way Donghyuck breathed in his scent, the deliberate press of his nose to Mark’s skin, made it feel filthy, possessive.

 

Mark tilted his head, exposing his neck without realizing, small hands clutching tighter at Donghyuck’s shirt. “‘M sorry if I … I always want you with me,” he admitted in a voice barely audible, trembling but raw. His lashes fluttered as if the confession itself embarrassed him more than anything.

 

Donghyuck’s chest tightened at Mark’s murmured apology. He laughed softly, low and affectionate, the sound reverberating against Mark’s small body. “Stop apologizing, baby. I love it when you want me.” His thumb traced just along the curve of Mark’s ass, groping him open, pressing and spreading, feeling how pliant and slick he already was.

 

Mark pressed tighter into Donghyuck’s chest, trembling, knees weak, shivering at the press of his hips. From behind, Donghyuck’s finger slipped inside his gaping cunt, slow at first, testing, curling just so, while his other hand kept Mark’s ass spread, grounding him against his chest. The pad of his finger brushed against the sticky folds, feeling every slick pull and coil as he moved.

 

Mark whined softly, body quivering, hips jerking into Donghyuck’s touch.

 

The air teased against him, his most intimate skin fully exposed—his panties had long been confiscated, tucked into Donghyuck’s pocket as a reminder, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable. Every fold and slick heat was on display, every twitch and shiver pressed into Donghyuck’s chest.

 

Donghyuck’s lips hovered near Mark’s ear, low and husky. “So good for me…” The words were possessive, filthy, but tethered with tenderness, grounding them in the heat of the moment. His fingers continued to explore, groping and dipping just so, coaxing whimpers from Mark while keeping him open, slick, and entirely his.

 

“Hyuckie—” Mark’s voice cracked into a breathy whimper, both desperate and pleading.

 

“Mm?” Donghyuck’s smirk widened, lips brushing over the pulse in Mark’s throat. Mark bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut. “D-don’t—…”

 

Donghyuck chuckled darkly. He gave one last nip at Mark’s neck before pulling back slightly, though his arms remained caged firmly around him.

 

When they finally forced themselves to leave the bathroom, Mark clung to Donghyuck’s arm like a lifeline, his small hand curled in the crook of his elbow. His skirt swayed faintly with each step, and his thighs brushed together as though every movement still reminded him of their entanglement.

 

“Stay close,” Donghyuck murmured, his lips brushing Mark’s hair as they walked.

 

His gaze lingered on every twitch, every tremble, as if staking claim with every step.

 

The dining area’s warmth hit them, the scent of food mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter from their friends.

 

Mark’s body felt even smaller, even softer beside Donghyuck’s, and he instinctively shrank closer to his side, trying to make himself inconspicuous—yet the shy, twitchy glow about him made it impossible not to notice.

 

The dining area was warm, alive with chatter and the scent of freshly cooked food. Plates clinked, laughter spilled from one end of the table, but when Mark and Donghyuck entered, the noise seemed to dim for a moment.

 

Mark’s small frame clung to Donghyuck’s side, his hand still tucked into the crook of his elbow, fingers squeezing every so often as though to ground himself.

 

His cheeks were still pink, hair mussed, lips a little swollen — subtle details most wouldn’t notice, but Donghyuck did, and the sight made his chest swell with dark satisfaction.

“Sit here,” Donghyuck murmured, tugging a chair out beside Renjun. His hand lingered on the small of Mark’s back, firm and steady, guiding him down until Mark was seated, skirt smoothing over his thighs.

 

Mark fidgeted instantly, fingers twisting in his lap. “Hyuckie… don’t press so hard. Everyone’s watching…”

 

“Better,” Donghyuck whispered low against his ear before straightening, a smirk ghosting over his lips.

 

Food began to arrive — steaming bowls of rice, plates of side dishes, fragrant soups. Mark blinked down at his plate, chopsticks hovering. He poked at the rice once, then turned his head to peer at Renjun’s.

 

“Yours looks fluffier,” he muttered, pouting. “Mine’s… flat.”

 

Renjun raised a brow. “Mark… it’s the exact same rice.”

 

Mark ignored him, leaning over a little further. His eyes landed on Jisung’s plate across the table, widening like a child spotting candy. “Oooh… Jisungie’s looks way better than mine!”

 

Jisung nearly choked on his soup. “Hyung… what? It’s literally the same thing—”

 

“Can I have some?” Mark interrupted quickly, voice soft, hopeful. His chopsticks hovered like he was ready to steal a bite before permission was even given.

 

Jisung stared helplessly, cheeks heating as the table chuckled. “I… I mean, sure, but—”

 

Before he could finish, Mark leaned forward and snatched a spoonful from Jisung’s bowl, humming with delight as he chewed. His eyes fluttered closed, a giggle bubbling out of him. “Mmm…So much better.”

 

Donghyuck’s jaw clenched, possessiveness sparking hot in his chest. He didn’t like the way Mark leaned forward toward someone else, didn’t like the brightness in his eyes when tasting another’s food. 

 

In a swift, almost casual motion, Donghyuck’s arm wrapped around Mark’s waist and tugged him back, straight into his lap.

 

Mark squeaked, chopsticks clattering onto the table. “Donghyuck!” His blush spread all the way down his neck as he squirmed, skirt riding up dangerously.

 

Donghyuck pressed his nose into the side of Mark’s neck. His arms locked firmly around him, pinning him close. He inhaled deeply, slow and deliberate, leaving his scent over Mark’s skin in waves. “You’re too far, baby.”

 

Mark shuddered, torn between protest and melting into the embrace. “B-but everyone’s—”

 

“Let them look,” Donghyuck interrupted, voice low, possessive. His lips brushed the sensitive spot beneath Mark’s ear. 

 

A ripple of laughter and teasing snickers circled the table, though no one dared comment too harshly. They were used to Donghyuck’s boldness, though never quite this public.

 

Mark squirmed in his lap, fidgeting with the edge of his skirt to cover his thighs. “Hyuckie, please… it’s embarrassing…”

 

“You’re embarrassed?” Donghyuck teased, pressing another slow kiss to the nape of his neck. His scent wrapped thicker, more intoxicating, making Mark’s head spin. “My baby’s embarrassed of his alpha being all over him?”

 

Mark whimpered softly, hiding his face in his hands. He tried desperately to act normal, turning slightly to Renjun with an awkward smile. “R-Renjunie… the kimchi’s really good today, right?”

 

Renjun’s eyes flickered between them, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. It is.” His voice was calm, but his gaze sharpened as he watched the way Mark leaned back into Donghyuck’s chest despite his protests, the way his small body twitched at every brush of Donghyuck’s thumb on his hip. Something in the air around Mark felt… different.

 

“Want me to feed you?” Donghyuck murmured suddenly, chopsticks already in hand.

 

Mark shook his head quickly, mortified. “N-no! I can feed myself!”

 

But Donghyuck insisted, already holding a piece of meat up to Mark’s lips. “Open up, baby”

 

Mark’s cheeks burned hot, but his lips parted instinctively. He took the bite, chewing with a shy, muffled giggle, and Donghyuck’s chest swelled with satisfaction as he brushed his thumb across Mark’s mouth to catch a stray drop of sauce.

 

Renjun sighed softly, looking down at his own plate. He’d seen this dynamic before — the overwhelming affection, the possessive edge. But the scent clinging to Mark, stronger than ever, made something inside him tighten with quiet concern.

 

Mark, oblivious, leaned forward again, eyes darting toward Jisung’s soup bowl. “Jisungie… can I try that too?”

 

This time, Donghyuck growled low against his ear, a sound only Mark could hear. His arms tightened. “You’ve got everything you need with me, baby.”

 

Mark froze, eyes wide, and then slowly nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs pressed together under the table, body shivering. “O-okay…”

 

Mark pouted faintly at Donghyuck’s refusal, his lips tugging downward in a soft, almost childlike way. His chopsticks hovered, then stabbed at his rice half-heartedly. “But… Jisungie’s soup just looks warmer than mine…” he mumbled under his breath, though not quiet enough.

 

“Hyung,” Jisung groaned, slumping against his chair. “It’s literally the same soup! The pot was shared—”

 

“I still want his,” Mark insisted, voice small but stubborn, chopsticks tapping impatiently against his bowl.

 

Mark looked at Donghyuck, sensing the shift in his scent—from sweet and warm to a slightly repressed sour, the faint trace of frustration he tried to hide. 

 

Donghyuck didn’t want Mark to notice, didn’t want to let him see his unsatisfaction… but every time Mark gave him that look, those quiet, hopeful, needy eyes—what Donghyuck had long ago labeled coochie eyes in his personal Mark dictionary—his resolve melted. 

 

No matter how inconvenient, how messy it made him feel, if Mark wanted it, he couldn’t stop himself—he would always give in.

 

Before Mark could lean too far, Donghyuck’s grip on his waist tightened, pulling him closer. He pressed a soft kiss to Mark’s name, murmuring, “It’s okay… ask if Jisungie’s gonna give it.”

Mark squealed, lips parting in a breathless gasp. “Hyuckie…”

 

Even with the faint tension in his chest, the sour edge to his own desire, he knew—no matter how unsatisfying it might feel for him right now, if Mark wanted it, it would happen. He would give in. He always did.

 

Mark whimpered quietly, thighs pressing tighter together as he shifted in Donghyuck’s lap. His toes curled in his shoes, face burning scarlet, and yet his body betrayed him, leaning further into the embrace.

 

The others tried to focus on their food, but the air was unmistakably heavy with Donghyuck’s claim. Haechan’s eyes glinted dangerously whenever Mark twitched too visibly, whenever another pair of eyes lingered too long.

 

Renjun, however, wasn’t watching the display with amusement. His gaze sharpened as he inhaled subtly, the faintest wrinkle forming in his nose. 

 

The scent radiating from Mark was… off. Familiar. The kind of shift that triggered memory, instinct. It reminded him too much of Doyoung during those first few weeks, before the announcement, before anyone else had realized.

 

He tapped his chopsticks against his bowl thoughtfully, eyes narrowing.

 

Beside him, Mark giggled softly, his nervous energy spilling into little bursts as he tried to change the subject. “Renjunie… did you try the pickled radish? It tastes so sweet today, like… like candy almost. Weird, right?”

 

Renjun’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah,” he said simply, watching the way Mark squirmed in Donghyuck’s lap, cheeks glowing, every twitch radiating something more than just shyness.

 

Donghyuck pressed another kiss to the side of Mark’s neck, his thumb brushing idly along Mark’s waistline. “Eat, baby,” he murmured, slipping another bite of meat toward Mark’s lips.

 

Mark obediently opened his mouth, chewing quickly, his giggle muffled. “Y-you don’t have to feed me like that…”

 

“I don’t have to, but I want to, okay?” Donghyuck countered, his voice firm, his scent coating every word. “Just eat, my love,” 

 

Renjun set his chopsticks down with quiet finality. He leaned slightly closer, tone calm but deliberate. “Mark, can I talk to you for a second?”

 

Mark blinked, startled. “H-huh? Right now?” His hands fluttered nervously, clutching at his skirt.

 

“Yeah. Just a quick word,” Renjun said, already rising from his seat. His eyes flicked once to Donghyuck, but his expression remained unreadable.

 

Donghyuck’s arms tightened instinctively around Mark, chin hooking over his shoulder. “Why? He’s eating.”

 

Renjun rolled his eyes at the possessive display. “It’s important.”

 

Mark squirmed, caught between the two. He peeked up shyly at Donghyuck, tugging at his arm. “Hyuckie… maybe just for a minute?”

 

Donghyuck’s jaw worked, irritation flashing in his eyes. But at Mark’s pleading look, his grip reluctantly loosened. He nipped once at Mark’s ear before letting him slide from his lap, leaving his scent heavy on Mark’s skin as a warning.

 

Mark smoothed his skirt nervously, cheeks pink as he stood, following Renjun a few steps away from the table. His fingers twisted together in front of him, twitchy and flustered under Renjun’s serious gaze.

 

“What is it?” Mark asked softly, voice small.

 

Renjun glanced back at the others, making sure they weren’t being overheard, then leaned closer. His tone was low, steady, but there was an edge of urgency. “Mark… I think you should get this checked. The way your scent’s been shifting—it’s not just from… you and Donghyuck.” His eyes softened slightly, but his words carried weight.

 

Mark’s eyebrows are knitted, confused at the stuttering mess of a Renjun, “What are you saying, Junnie?” 

 

Renjun looked at him with hopeful eyes,  “I think …You might be pregnant, hyung”

 

 

---

 

 

The first thing Mark felt wasn’t sunlight or warmth.

 

It was wet.

 

A slow, dragging pull of a tongue right over his slit—warm, deliberate, messy. His thighs twitched in half-sleep, hips jerking before his mind even caught up. He blinked awake sluggishly, eyes hazy, and only then did he register the soft wet noises under the sheets.

 

“H-hh—Hyuck?” His voice was a broken whisper, throat dry from sleep.

 

Donghyuck only hummed against him. The vibration buzzed right into Mark’s core, making his breath catch. Then the tongue did it again—long and flat from base to clit, ending in a filthy suck that made Mark’s stomach flip.

 

Mark’s hand instinctively grabbed the sheets, clutching them weakly. “Wh— you— already?”

 

Hyuck finally pulled back just enough to talk, his lips shiny, his chin slick. His grin was shameless, voice rough and low from being busy down there too long.

 

“Mm. Been at you for a while, baby. Couldn’t help it. You were just… spread out so pretty in your sleep.”

 

The words made Mark flush hot, chest heaving. He hadn’t even processed fully—his body was still slow from sleep—but Hyuck’s tongue was already pressing back in, licking at him greedily, noisily, like he couldn’t bear a second without him on his tongue.

 

Mark’s thighs quivered again when Hyuck licked up his slit, the wet noise obscene in the quiet morning. He tried to close his legs, embarrassed even in his haze, but Hyuck’s hands were already firm on his hips, thumbs pressing him open like he’d been waiting for this.

 

“Hyuck—ah—” Mark gasped, voice still small, broken with sleep. His back arched when Hyuck’s mouth closed around his clit, sucking, tongue swirling lazily like he was savoring candy.

 

“Mmm,” Hyuck groaned against him, and the sound rumbled right into Mark’s core. He licked and lapped shamelessly, smearing slick all over his lips, chin glistening as he buried himself deeper. His tongue pushed inside, shallow at first, then flicking in little thrusts, and Mark’s whole body jolted.

 

Mark whined, hands flying up to weakly push at the sheets tangled near his face. “W-wait— Hyuck, I just— just woke up—” His words fell apart with a moan when Hyuck sucked harder, loud and wet.

 

Hyuck finally lifted his head, panting, lips glossy with slick. He gave Mark a half-lidded grin that made his stomach twist.

 

“You taste— fuck, baby, you taste so good in the morning. Could eat you forever.”

 

Before Mark could answer, Hyuck dipped back down, tongue darting fast over his clit now, messy slurps filling the air. He wasn’t gentle anymore; he was hungry, tongue fucking him, groaning like every drop was making him drunker.

 

Mark could barely breathe. His hips twitched helplessly into Hyuck’s mouth, small whimpers spilling out. “Too much— ngh, oh— feels— Hyuck, feels s’good—”

 

With one last pull, Hyuck finally tore himself away from Mark’s cunt with a wet pop, lips shiny, breath ragged. His eyes dragged over Mark’s flushed body, lingering on his chest. The sight made his grin tilt darker.

 

“Baby…” Hyuck’s voice was hoarse, almost reverent. His thumb brushed lightly over one of Mark’s nipples, and he swore under his breath. “Mm. Swollen… so sensitive. You don’t mind if I taste, do you?”

 

Mark’s half-lidded eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his sleep-heavy gaze. He barely managed a shaky, “Wh-what—” before Hyuck leaned down and closed his mouth over the peak.

 

Mark’s breath caught.

 

“Ah— Hyuck—!”

 

The warmth of his tongue, the gentle suck, the way his teeth grazed just enough—Mark shivered all over. His chest tingled sharply, hypersensitive, and when Hyuck swirled his tongue again, a helpless whimper escaped him.

 

“Fuck, yeah,” Hyuck murmured against his skin, sucking harder now. “Knew you’d like this. So soft… can’t stop tasting.”

 

As his mouth worshipped Mark’s nipple, Hyuck’s other hand slid down, fingers trailing through slick folds that were already dripping from his earlier feast. He teased the entrance, circling, letting Mark’s body tense up in anticipation.

 

“Hyuckie... hmph! haaaaa...” Mark whispered, hips twitching. His face burned with embarrassment, but the need in his voice betrayed him.

 

Hyuck chuckled low, mouth still on his chest. “So sweet... Gonna fill this up with milk, hm? You'd like that, won't you?”

 

And then—he pushed a finger in, slow, curling immediately against that spot that made Mark’s thighs jerk. Mark gasped, chest arching into Hyuck’s mouth, nipple caught between his lips.

 

“Ahh—! Ohh, oh my god—”

 

Hyuck moaned like he was the one being touched, sucking harder at the same time he pumped his finger deeper. The double sensation made Mark writhe, his body caught between the sharp tug of pleasure at his chest and the stretching fullness below.

 

It started slow, measured thrusts of Hyuck’s finger as his tongue flicked lazy circles over Mark’s nipple. But soon—Hyuck’s self-control snapped. His pace picked up, finger thrusting faster, slick noises echoing, his mouth latching hungrily to Mark’s chest like he couldn’t stop himself.

 

Mark’s back arched off the bed, his hands clutching at the sheets, small cries tumbling out uncontrollably. “Hhh—Hyuck! N-no— too much, too fast—ahhhn—!”

 

But his body betrayed him—squirming, clenching around Hyuck’s finger, nipples hard under the relentless suck and flick of his tongue. Every twist of Hyuck’s hand made Mark’s hips jolt, every pull of his mouth made his toes curl.

 

Hyuck groaned against his chest, sounding wrecked. “Fuck— look at you— squirming so much for me… so sensitive everywhere… my perfect baby…”

 

Hyuck pulled back just enough to admire the way Mark’s nipple glistened, spit-slick and flushed. He licked a slow stripe over it, then gave a sharp suck that made Mark’s whole body jolt.

 

Hyuck groaned, voice thick. “You’re gonna kill me, baby. Can’t stop wanting more.”

 

His hand slid lower, the single finger already buried inside Mark curling once, then slipping out. Before Mark could whimper at the loss, Hyuck pressed two fingers to his entrance and pushed in steadily, stretching him wider.

 

Mark gasped, back arching. “Hyuck— ahh—! haaaa oh-”

 

Hyuck’s tongue circled his swollen nipple again, deliberately slow, sucking hard as his fingers began to pump in a steady rhythm. The sounds were obscene—wet slurps at his chest, the slick squelch of his cunt taking every thrust.

 

“God, listen to you…” Hyuck muttered against his skin, voice half-dazed. “So tight… dripping all over my hand. You love this, don’t you? My fingers inside while I suck your pretty chest…”

 

Mark tried to protest, but all that came out was a broken whine, his thighs twitching open wider on instinct.

 

“Y-yes— ohh— I c-can’t—”

 

Hyuck chuckled darkly, his restraint fraying. He twisted his wrist, scissoring his fingers until Mark squirmed helplessly, then latched onto his other nipple with a messy suck. The shock of stimulation made Mark cry out, legs trembling.

 

“Hyuck—oh my god, I—too much—!”

 

“Never too much,” Hyuck growled, his pace quickening, fingers fucking deeper, tongue lashing over his chest. His hips ground into the bed as though he was the one being unraveled. “You’re made for this— made for me—”

 

Mark was a mess, breath hitching, body jerking with every curl of Hyuck’s fingers and every tug of his mouth. His pussy clenched desperately, soaking Hyuck’s hand, and when Hyuck felt it, he swore under his breath, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound.

 

“Hyuck— don’t stop— please—”

 

“Oh, I won’t, baby,” Hyuck panted, sliding down between his legs again. He grabbed Mark’s thighs, spreading him open, and without hesitation buried his mouth back into his cunt.

 

Mark gasped sharply, hips lifting clean off the sheets.

 

“Hyuck! Nnghh— ohhh—”

 

Hyuck groaned into him, licking like he was starved, his fingers pushing back inside, now two, then three, stretching him wide while his tongue worked over his clit. The sensations stacked—sharp flicks, deep thrusts, messy suckling—until Mark was thrashing, nails clawing at the sheets.

 

“Too good— ahh— 's too good— I c-can’t—”

 

Hyuck shook his head against him, devouring. “Take it, baby. Take it for me. Want you falling apart on my tongue— my fingers—”

 

He sucked his clit into his mouth, fingers plunging faster, and Mark’s cry broke into a high, breathless sob. His chest heaved, nipples still tingling from Hyuck’s earlier worship, his whole body trembling as Hyuck’s pace pushed him higher and higher.

 

Mark’s thighs shook violently, the muscles fluttering under Hyuck’s grip. Every sharp flick of Hyuck’s tongue against his swollen clit sent a new shock through him, and with the added stretch of three fingers thrusting deep, Mark couldn’t hold himself together.

 

“Hyuck— oh god— I— I can’t—!” he cried, voice cracking.

 

And then it happened—his cunt fluttered tight around Hyuck’s fingers, and with a high, broken sob, a sharp spurt of slick gushed out, splattering Hyuck’s wrist.

 

Hyuck groaned low, rutting against the mattress. “Fuck— that’s it, baby. That’s my good boy. So fucking messy for me…” He didn’t stop—didn’t even slow.

 

His tongue lashed cruelly at Mark’s clit, and his fingers kept plunging, stretching, curling, until another short gush leaked out, wetter and sloppier than the first.

 

Mark’s voice turned wrecked, breath hitching with every clench.

 

“Oh no … Ahh— Alpha!— it's c-coming— oh n—!”

 

Another squirt, this time spraying over Hyuck’s lips. He moaned into it, sucking greedily at the taste. 

 

Mark writhed, trapped between the overstimulation and Hyuck’s unrelenting mouth. His body jerked with every sharp suck, his chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples still throbbing from Hyuck’s earlier teasing.

 

Little spurts kept escaping him, not one massive release, just broken squirts every time Hyuck curled his fingers just right and latched onto his clit again. Each gush left him trembling, hair sticking to his damp forehead, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

 

Hyuck finally pulled back just enough to breathe, lips slick and chin dripping with Mark’s mess. His voice was rough, barely human.

 

“Look at you, sweethear. Squirting all over me like you can’t stop. My sweet little slut— my perfect omega—” He pressed his thumb to Mark’s clit, rubbing slow circles that made Mark jolt. “You’re gonna keep giving it to me, yeah? Until I fill you up?”

 

Mark’s answer was a choked sob, hips rolling helplessly.

 

“Y-yes— Hyuck— anything… just don’t stop—”

 

Hyuck didn’t give him a second to breathe.

 

The moment Mark twitched from the last gush, Hyuck’s mouth was back on him, sucking his clit with obscene, sloppy hunger while his fingers scissored ruthlessly inside.

 

His wrist worked fast, thrusting deep, curling just right—hitting that spot that made Mark’s entire body spasm uncontrollably.

 

“Hyuu—Hyuck—! Too much—ahhh—!” Mark’s cry cracked, his chest arching up, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. His nails dug into the sheets, fists clenching so hard his knuckles went white.

 

Another gush sprayed out, soaking Hyuck’s chin and dripping down his throat. He groaned like a man starved, slurping it down, refusing to let a single drop escape him.

 

“More. Give me more, baby. Don’t you dare stop—”

 

Mark sobbed, shaking his head, hair sticking to his damp cheeks. “C-can’t— can’t—!” His voice was high-pitched, broken, but his body betrayed him completely. His hips rolled into Hyuck’s face like he needed more, chasing the overstimulation even as he cried from it.

 

Hyuck added a fourth finger without warning, stretching Mark wide. The lewd squelch filled the room, followed by another wet spurt bursting around his hand. Mark shrieked, choking on his own moans.

 

“Hyuuuck! Ohh f-fuck! It’s— ‘s too much— ohhh—”

 

Hyuck pulled back just enough to breathe, his lips and chin dripping, eyes glazed with lust. His smile was feral, possessive.

 

“Look at you. My baby. My perfect slut— making such a mess. You can’t stop, can you? Your body just needs me.” He pushed his fingers deeper, grinding his palm into Mark’s clit. “Gonna squirt until I say you’re done.”

 

Mark screamed, thighs clamping around Hyuck’s head, but Hyuck only shoved them wider, greedy. Another gush spilled out, then another, short bursts soaking his hand and the sheets beneath them. Mark’s voice dissolved into babbled pleas and sobs, too gone to form words.

 

Hyuck leaned up enough to kiss the tears from his cheeks, his fingers never slowing inside. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay. Cry all you want. alpha’s got you.” His tongue flicked over Mark’s swollen nipple before he sucked down hard, pulling another broken cry from him.

 

Mark convulsed, squirting again with a desperate sob. His cunt fluttered around Hyuck’s fingers, overstimulated beyond sense, his body wrung out but still giving.

 

Hyuck pulled back to look at him, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. His voice shook with how close he was to losing control.

 

“You’re mine, Mark. Look at the mess you’re making for me. Mine to break, mine to fill, mine to keep.”

 

Mark’s blurry eyes met his, lips trembling. He tried to speak, but only a hoarse, wrecked moan escaped as another gush spilled over Hyuck’s hand.

 

Hyuck finally slowed his hand, but didn’t pull out. His fingers stayed buried to the knuckle, feeling the way Mark’s cunt still fluttered and clenched around him with aftershocks. Slick and squirt dripped down his wrist, soaking the sheets beneath them.

 

Hyuck groaned, voice breaking into a laugh that was half-disbelieving, half-feral. “So wet—fuck, you made a lake for me, baby.”

 

Mark only whimpered in response, chest heaving, nipples flushed and swollen from Hyuck’s earlier attention. His thighs twitched, trying weakly to close, but Hyuck spread them wide with ease, holding him open.

 

“Hyuck…” Mark’s voice cracked, thin and small. “I… I c-can’t anymore…”

 

Hyuck kissed the damp skin of his thigh, murmuring against it, “Yes you can. You will. Gonna… fuck this sloppy, perfect hole.”

 

He pulled his fingers out slowly, Mark whimpering at the emptiness, and reached down to stroke his cock. Thick, flushed, already dripping precum, it slapped wetly against Mark’s overstimulated folds. The contrast of sheer size after Hyuck’s fingers made Mark’s eyes fly open wide, lips trembling.

 

“Hyuck—” His voice was half a plea, half a warning, but it dissolved into a broken moan the moment Hyuck rubbed the fat head against his cunt, gathering the mess. The slick squelched, obscene and wet, coating him instantly.

 

“Fuck,” Hyuck whispered, lining himself up, his breath ragged. “You’re so ready for me. Look at this pussy—stretching, twitching—begging for my cock. You’ll take it. All of it.”

 

Mark’s hands shot out blindly, clutching at Hyuck’s shoulders as if to anchor himself. His body was trembling, too raw and sensitive to fight it. “So bigggg… Hyuck—s’too big, oh my god—”

 

Hyuck pressed in slowly, the fat head popping past his entrance. Mark’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream, nails digging deep into Hyuck’s skin. His back arched, tears springing fresh to his eyes.

 

“Fuuuuck,” Hyuck growled, head falling forward, forehead pressing to Mark’s damp chest. “So fucking tight—so wet—baby, you’re swallowing me—”

 

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, the stretch relentless. Mark sobbed, babbling half-words, “Hyuuuck—ahh—so full—’s splitting me—ohhh—”

 

Hyuck gritted his teeth, trying not to lose it right there, every muscle in his body shaking with restraint. “Mine—fuck—you’re mine, Mark—made for this cock—made to keep me locked inside you—”

 

Another thrust, and he bottomed out with a brutal squelch, balls slapping against Mark’s ass. Mark let out a strangled scream, clutching him so tight his knuckles went white, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

 

Hyuck held him there, buried deep, chest heaving against Mark’s. He kissed his temple, his jaw, whispering in a wrecked, shaky voice “Good boy. You took it all. My perfect baby… stuffed full of me…”

 

Mark sobbed into his neck, overwhelmed, his cunt clenching around him like it couldn’t decide whether to reject or worship the stretch.

 

Hyuck pulled back slightly, hips trembling, and thrust again, slow but deep, making Mark cry out with each drag of his cock along swollen walls.

 

“You ready, baby?” Hyuck whispered, his voice breaking. “Ready to make a mess again?" 

 

Hyuck tried—he really did—to ease Mark through it. One, two, maybe three careful strokes, savoring the way Mark’s swollen cunt dragged and squeezed around him like it didn’t want to let go. But the heat, the wetness, the way Mark sobbed and clenched so perfectly tight—it broke him.

 

“Fuck it,” Hyuck hissed, voice guttural, a sound that came from somewhere feral in his chest. His hips slammed forward, driving his cock deep with a wet, brutal squelch.

 

Mark screamed—high and broken, back arching off the bed, legs flying up around Hyuck’s waist. “Hyuck—ahhh—too much—so f-full—ohh my god!”

 

Hyuck grabbed his thighs, spreading him open wider, rutting into him with fast, sharp strokes that made the bed frame slam against the wall. “Take it—fuck, baby, take it. You’re mine—you hear me? This pussy’s mine.”

 

Every thrust punched little cries out of Mark’s throat, his voice wrecked, words breaking into nonsense between sobs. “Y-you’re—ahh s’ biggg oh-Hyuck! c-can’t—”

 

“You can,” Hyuck growled, leaning down to suck Mark’s nipple into his mouth. His tongue lashed against the swollen bud, teeth grazing just enough to make Mark’s chest jolt. At the same time, his cock hammered deep inside, every slam so wet and loud it drowned out their breaths. 

 

Mark clawed at Hyuck’s back, legs locking around him tight as if to keep him from pulling out. His cunt was dripping, gushing every time Hyuck bottomed out, wetting both their thighs.

 

Hyuck pulled off his nipple with a wet pop, spit trailing, and sneered down at him with a grin that was equal parts tender and ruthless. “You love it—you fucking love being wrecked first thing in the morning. Look at you—squirting all over my cock.”

 

As if on cue, Mark cried out, hips bucking as his cunt fluttered, releasing another messy gush around Hyuck’s length. “Hyuuck—ahhh—s-stop! gonna—gonna cum—”

 

“Don’t stop me,” Hyuck snarled, snapping his hips faster, chasing the squeeze. “Cum for me, baby—milk my cock… fuck, make a mess on me again.”

 

Mark’s scream tore from his throat as his body seized, cunt spasming hard around Hyuck’s cock. Slick squirted out in short bursts, soaking the sheets, splashing against Hyuck’s abs. His whole body shook, trembling violently with overstimulation.

 

Hyuck’s jaw locked, eyes rolling back as he rutted through it, cock grinding against swollen, sensitive walls. “Gonna knot you—stuff you till you’re dripping full—”

 

He slammed in deep, grinding hard, Mark’s sobs turning to high, breathless cries as the knot at Hyuck’s base started to swell, pressing against his entrance.

 

Hyuck groaned, voice shaking, “Take it all—f-fuck ...'s all for you, baby.” 

 

The base of Hyuck’s cock swelled thicker, pressing hard at Mark’s entrance, stretching him wide. Mark gasped, thrashing weakly, voice breaking. “Hyuck—n-no, oh- haaaaa...” 

 

But Hyuck was already gone, pupils blown, jaw clenched, body shaking from the edge of release. “You can—fuck—you will.” His voice was rough, nearly a growl. His hands pinned Mark’s hips down, keeping him spread as he slammed forward with brute force.

 

The thick knot popped past Mark’s pussy lips with a wet, obscene squelch. Mark’s scream tore the air, back bowing so hard it almost hurt, nails clawing down Hyuck’s arms. “Hyuuckkkk—ahhh—’s too much, my puss—ohh, ohh fuck! My pussy’s gonna split— ”

 

Hyuck groaned, guttural and broken, as the knot locked them together, his cock buried as deep as it could go. The heat, the squeeze, the way Mark’s cunt clung desperately around the fat bulge—it drove him feral. He ground in hard, grinding their hips flush, making sure Mark could feel the knot swelling and locking him in place.

 

“That’s it,” Hyuck rasped against his ear, panting ragged. “Fucking stuffed—plugged full of me—never letting you go.”

 

Mark sobbed, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, but his cunt fluttered wildly around the knot, body betraying him. Every grind sent shocks of pleasure ripping through his overstimulated nerves, making his legs kick and toes curl.

 

Hyuck snapped his hips, shallow but brutal thrusts, the knot dragging against Mark’s swollen rim. “Take it—take it all, baby. My cock, my knot—every drop.”

 

Mark’s cries turned into high, strangled moans, his body convulsing as another gush of slick squirted messily around the knot, soaking their thighs. “I—ahhh—I can’t—I’m cumming again—ahh Hyuckkk!”

 

Hyuck’s groan was low, wrecked, as his cock throbbed violently, spilling hot spurts of cum deep inside. He rutted through it, fucking his release into Mark even as the knot sealed tight, every pulse of his cock stretching Mark’s cunt to its limit.

 

Their bodies locked, Mark trembling helplessly under Hyuck’s weight, Hyuck’s hips jerking with aftershocks, panting like he’d run miles.

 

Finally, Hyuck slumped forward, lips brushing Mark’s ear, voice hoarse but full of possessive heat. “Mine. My baby. My little omega. No one else will ever—fuck—fill you like this.”

 

Mark whimpered, body limp but clenching greedily around the knot, whispering back in broken sobs, “Yours… all yours… Hyuck…”

 

The sunlight spilled further across the bed, stretching its warm fingers over their tangled bodies.

 

Mark lay beneath Hyuck, his small form flushed and trembling, slick from hours of morning heat, knot still lodged deep inside him. Every inhale and exhale made his chest rise unevenly, hips quivering slightly, and Hyuck’s gaze was fixed, dark, and hungry.

 

Hyuck’s fingers drifted over Mark’s thighs first, tracing lazy circles, teasing the sensitive inner skin, before inching closer to the gaping slit he had just filled. The folds were swollen, glistening, still warm and slick, and the sight made Hyuck’s pulse spike. He pressed a fingertip lightly against the opening, just enough to make Mark jerk with a sharp whine.

 

“Just like this…” Hyuck murmured, voice low, guttural, vibrating through Mark’s spine.

 

Mark’s small hands clutched the sheets, hips twitching instinctively. Hyuck’s fingers followed the trembling contours, curling gently inside, parting the folds with precision.

 

He circled along the inner walls, brushing along the slick walls, pressing just enough to feel the heat of Mark’s walls, coaxing the last remnants of cum to flow from the knot. Mark whimpered, muffled and desperate, head pressed to the pillow.

 

Hyuck’s other hand steadied Mark’s hip, pressing slow, deliberate circles over the tender skin, while his fingers worked, teasing, exploring. He traced the outer lips with the pads of his fingers, flicking lightly over the swollen edges, dipping in and out, coaxing soft whines and tiny gasps from Mark. Each touch was measured, possessive, careful—but undeniably consuming.

 

Mark’s thighs quivered, hips lifting slightly, pressing against the fingers. Hyuck leaned closer, nose brushing the flushed skin, inhaling deeply, letting the intoxicating scent fill him. Every shiver, every moan made him want to lose control, but he held himself, letting Mark guide the rhythm.

 

“Push… out for me, baby,” Hyuck murmured, voice thick, roughened with need. He curled a finger gently, pressing along the folds, encouraging the slick to flow, pressing lightly at the inner walls, teasing the opening, spreading the folds just enough for each flick of his tongue. Mark’s whimpers grew louder, breaths hitching, back arching slightly, pressing against the mattress with every push.

 

Hyuck lowered his head, letting his lips brush against the slick folds, tasting softly, then licked once, twice, slow and deliberate. Fingers spread slightly, pressing at the edges, curling just inside to coax Mark further. Each tongue flick followed a soft circle of a finger, exploring the quivering walls, teasing the sensitive opening, every touch calculated to draw whimpers and tiny shivers.

 

Mark’s small hands dug into the sheets, face pressed into the pillow, hips trembling. The morning sun kissed their skin, catching the sheen of sweat, highlighting every twitch, every quiver.

 

Hyuck’s lips and fingers worked in tandem, a slow rhythm: fingers spreading and curling, lips pressing and licking, coaxing the last drops of cum from Mark’s gaping slit.

 

He pressed another kiss against the inner lips, teasing the tender folds with his tongue, tracing along the edges with his teeth just barely grazing, making Mark jerk sharply and whimper. “Such a good baby… pushing it out for me,” Hyuck whispered, voice low, ragged, possessive.

 

His fingers continued their patient exploration, sliding along the slick walls, dipping in to press lightly, then drawing back to tease the outer lips, spreading them just so.

 

Mark’s body shivered violently, thighs trembling, tiny whimpers slipping past parted lips. Hyuck inhaled, deeply, greedily, sniffing at the sweet, musky scent clinging to him, letting it drive him further into a hazy, needful haze. Each subtle curl of a finger made Mark arch slightly, letting out sharp, breathy sounds of release.

 

He lingered there, tongue tracing, fingers teasing, until every quiver, every twitch, every last drop was coaxed from the spent knot. Mark’s small body finally sagged against the bed, chest rising and falling unevenly, lips parted, whimpers fading into soft, exhausted murmurs.

 

Hyuck pressed a final, lingering kiss to the folds, fingers gently stroking over the quivering edges, inhaling deeply one last time, letting the scent and warmth fill him completely. He pulled back slightly, just enough to admire the gaping, spent opening, quivering and tender, still slick from his ministrations. Mark shivered, exhausted, and Hyuck’s chest tightened with possessive satisfaction.

 

The sun rose fully, casting a golden glow over their entangled forms. Hyuck’s lips brushed lightly over the folds one last time, then retreated, fingers stroking softly along Mark’s hip, letting the exhausted omega relax completely beneath him, spent, trembling, and utterly his.

 

 

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The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee and leftover sex—thick, sweet, musky—and Mark stood there barefoot, drowning in one of Hyuck’s shirts and a simple apron tied haphazardly around his waist. His thighs still trembled with every step, slick still dripping when he moved too much, but he forced himself to smile faintly as he fussed at Hyuck’s collar.

 

“Don’t forget your keys,” he mumbled, voice soft, still raspy from the morning. His fingers smoothed over Hyuck’s chest like he couldn’t quite believe he was letting him leave.

 

Hyuck leaned back against the doorframe, watching him with a smirk that didn’t hide the fondness underneath. “You’re adorable like this. Apron on, lips still swollen, walking funny from my knot…” His voice dropped, hungry but playful. “You look like you should be sending me off with a kiss every day.”

 

Mark’s face heated, and he tried to push lightly at Hyuck’s chest, but his small whine betrayed him. “Hyuck… don’t say it like that…”

 

Hyuck caught his wrist easily, tugging him closer until Mark was pressed flush to him, the apron crinkling between them. He bent down, kissing him slow, filthy—tongue teasing until Mark melted into the door, fingers curling weakly at Hyuck’s shirt.

 

The kiss dragged, wet and deep, leaving Mark dazed and breathless. When Hyuck finally pulled back, Mark’s lips were parted, a slick string connecting them. His eyes were glossy, chest rising and falling too fast.

 

“You taste like me still,” Hyuck murmured, thumb swiping at Mark’s damp mouth before sucking it clean. His eyes darkened, but he exhaled slowly, forcing restraint. “Fuck, baby… if I don’t go now, I’ll end up bending you over the counter again.”

 

Mark shivered, thighs pressing together at the blunt reminder of the fullness still lingering in his body. He leaned forward, pressing one more desperate kiss to Hyuck’s mouth, needy and messy, before whispering against his lips: “Come home soon…”

 

Hyuck smiled, softer now, brushing his knuckles over Mark’s cheek. “I'll always come back home to you.”

 

With that, he finally turned, stepping out into the morning light. Mark stayed at the doorway, apron strings loose against his hips, watching him leave—still flushed, still aching, body humming with the weight of what Hyuck had left inside him.

 

The door clicked shut, leaving behind only the faint echo of Hyuck’s footsteps fading down the hall. Mark stood there, barefoot on the cool floor, one hand clutching the doorframe as if letting go would make his knees buckle.

 

The apron clung crookedly to his waist, strings twisted from Hyuck tugging on them earlier. Underneath, his thighs were damp—slick and Hyuck’s spend dripping slowly, shamelessly, down the inside of his legs. The morning air kissed his skin, making the mess feel even hotter, even filthier.

 

He exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against the door. His chest rose and fell too quickly, nipples brushing against the fabric of Hyuck’s shirt he wore, still sensitive and aching from being teased. Every little shift reminded him how raw and swollen he felt, stretched open and filled until he thought he’d burst.

 

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice small, cracking.

 

His fingers tugged absently at the apron strings, twisting them between shaky hands, as if grounding himself. Hyuck’s words echoed in his head—his perfect little wife—and he felt his body react instantly, shivering with something between embarrassment and deep, aching need.

 

He pushed off the doorframe finally, steps slow, thighs pressed together instinctively, but it was useless. Each movement made him feel the heavy drag of Hyuck still inside him even when he wasn’t.

 

Slick dripped down, warm against his skin, and he bit his lip hard, cheeks flushed at the thought of Hyuck at work, completely unaware of the filthy state he had left Mark in.

 

The kitchen clock ticked faintly in the background. The table was still messy from last night, from hurried dinner before Hyuck pulled him close. And now here he was—apron wrinkled, lips swollen, pussy leaking and sore—playing the part of a good little spouse seeing his man off, even while his body screamed otherwise.

 

Mark sank into a chair, apron riding up his thighs. He squirmed against the seat, whimpering at how sensitive he still was, at the thought that Hyuck’s knot might’ve really worked this time. The thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t alone in his body anymore.

 

His hand drifted instinctively to his stomach, pressing lightly, as if he’d feel something already. His lip trembled, torn between fear and warmth, but all that left his mouth was a breathless, whispered

 

“…Hyuck.”

 

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Chapter 5: Want

The apartment was wrapped in quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the steady thrum of the city somewhere far beyond their curtains.

 

Donghyuck was asleep, sprawled on his side, one hand heavy on Mark’s growing bump. His breaths came slow and even, the kind of deep sleep that only came after long days at work.

 

Mark shifted under the blankets, trying to find a comfortable spot, but his body wasn’t his own anymore. His belly was rounder now, heavier, pressing into his bladder no matter how he turned.

 

He whimpered softly, rubbing his face into Hyuck’s shirt—he had stolen it from the laundry basket days ago, and now it was his comfort, his tether.

 

But comfort wasn’t what stirred the ache in him tonight.

 

The craving hit sharp and sudden, like hunger gnawing at his chest. His mouth watered, his thoughts tangling around one single thing: watermelon.

 

Sweet, crisp, watery relief. And not just watermelon. Watermelon with mayonnaise, the strange combination that had taken root in his pregnancy-fogged brain and refused to let go.

 

He reached up, fingers brushing Donghyuck’s chest. “Hyuck,” he whispered, so soft he almost hoped his alpha wouldn’t hear.

 

Hyuck stirred faintly, but didn’t wake. His lips parted, breath warm against Mark’s hair. Mark tried again, this time a little louder, pushing against him with a small palm. “Hyuckie…”

 

Donghyuck groaned low in his throat, half-asleep, and—unknowingly—clicked his tongue in annoyance.

 

It wasn’t meant. It wasn’t even conscious. But it was enough.

 

Mark froze. His eyes stung instantly, tears threatening to spill. He pressed his hand to his mouth to muffle the small sound that clawed its way out of him, his chest tight with the kind of hurt only hormones could magnify.

 

He didn’t want to be a burden. Didn’t want to be needy. But the want inside him was so loud, so consuming, and his alpha—his everything—had just dismissed it without meaning to.

 

The sobs came before he could stop them, small and wet against his own palm.

 

Donghyuck’s eyes snapped open, the sound cutting straight through his drowsy haze. He blinked once, twice, then shot upright, dizzy with how fast he moved. “Baby?!” His voice cracked, alarmed.

 

Mark’s face was blotchy, his cheeks damp, his nose pink. He tried to turn away, embarrassed, but Hyuck caught his chin gently, forcing his gaze.

 

“Hey, hey, no—don’t hide from me. What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Did something happen?” His hand slid instinctively over Mark’s belly, protective even through the panic.

 

Mark shook his head, hiccupping through tears. “I—I want… watermelon.” His voice was small, wrecked. “W-watermelon with mayonnaise.”

 

For a second, Donghyuck just stared at him. The clock glowed 3:46 AM on the bedside table. His brain lagged behind his heart, struggling to catch up with the request, with the sight of his omega crying over fruit.

 

Then he laughed softly—shaky with relief—and pressed kisses all over Mark’s damp cheeks. “God, baby. You scared me. I thought—” He cut himself off, sighing into Mark’s hair. “Watermelon. Okay. My angel wants watermelon.”

 

Mark’s lips trembled, as if he expected refusal, but Hyuck was already sliding out of bed.

 

“Stay,” he whispered, tucking the blankets tighter around Mark’s bump. “I’ll go. Don’t cry anymore, hm? I got you,"

 

The endearment slipped out naturally, something he didn’t even realize he’d said until Mark’s wide, wet eyes softened, the tears breaking into a shaky laugh.

 

Donghyuck grabbed his keys and didn’t bother with shoes. He left in sweats and bed hair, driving across the quiet city in search of watermelon at nearly four in the morning.

 

It didn’t matter that the store clerks gave him strange looks. Didn’t matter that the mayonnaise was on the far side of the aisle and his body begged for sleep.

 

All that mattered was the image of Mark’s teary face, the way his little bump had shifted under his palm when he rubbed it, as if the babies themselves were restless.

 

The cool fruit felt heavy in his hands, and as he cradled it, his mind drifted back to that day—the day Mark had told him.

 

He remembered the way Mark had sat on the edge of the bed, trembling, holding up the multiple positive pregnancy tests as if they were fragile treasures. His usually bright eyes had been rimmed with tears, and Donghyuck had felt his chest tighten so sharply it hurt.

 

“I… I didn’t know how to tell you,” Mark had whispered, voice breaking. “It’s… it’s more than one.”

 

Donghyuck had frozen, heart hammering in his chest. For a moment, he couldn’t speak; he could only reach out, pull Mark into his arms, and let him cry into his shoulder. The way Mark had sobbed quietly, clutching the tests like proof of something miraculous yet terrifying, had burned itself into Hyuck’s memory.

 

When he returned, Mark was still awake, sitting up in bed, eyes glassy from waiting. Donghyuck set the bag down triumphantly and perched on the kitchen counter.

 

Walking in the quiet kitchen, holding the watermelon as if it were a delicate secret, Hyuck smiled softly to himself. “We’ve got this,” he murmured under his breath, thinking of the tiny lives growing inside Mark, of the way he had vowed to protect and love them all.

 

He sliced the watermelon carefully, letting the red juice stain his fingertips. The memory of Mark’s tears mixed with the faint sweetness of the fruit in the early morning air, and a warmth spread through him—not just desire, but something deeper: reverence, devotion, awe. He drizzled mayonnaise on top, trying not to wrinkle his nose, and held the plate out.

 

Mark took the first bite with reverence, and a sound left his throat that was almost obscene. Relief. Pure, unfiltered relief. His shoulders sagged, his lips shiny with juice, and he looked at Hyuck like he was a miracle.

 

Donghyuck cupped his face, brushing his thumbs under his eyes where the last tears clung. “Next time, don’t cry, hm? Just tell me. I’ll get you whatever you want. Anything, baby.”

 

Mark sniffled, cheeks flushed, his mouth full of fruit. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

 

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Hyuck said firmly, leaning in to kiss the stickiness from his lips. “You and our babies want watermelon with mayo at four a.m.? Then that’s what you get.”

 

Mark giggled softly, the sound shaky but healing, and leaned into him with watermelon juice on his tongue.

 

Hyuck held him close, his chest aching with love so big it nearly swallowed him whole.

 

 

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The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting everything in a sterile glow.

 

Rows of produce gleamed under misting sprays, carts squeaked against the polished floor, and somewhere near the back, a child cried for candy.

 

Mark clung to Donghyuck’s arm like the world would spin away without him. He’d insisted on going out, claiming he needed “fresh air” after being cooped up, but Hyuck had been hesitant from the start.

 

His omega was radiant these days—glowing skin, soft hair, lips always flushed—but his bump was heavier than it should’ve been at this stage, dragging his back forward and wearing him out faster than either of them anticipated.

 

Hyuck’s hand never left him. One on the cart, one on Mark’s waist. Guiding. Anchoring. Loving.

 

They hadn’t made it past the fruit section when Mark sighed dramatically and tugged on his sleeve. “Hyuckie. Sit.”

 

Hyuck blinked. “You want me to sit?”

 

Mark nodded stubbornly, pointing at the wooden bench tucked against the wall. “Both of us. I’m tired.”

 

“We’ve only been here ten minutes,” Hyuck teased, but he was already steering them toward the bench, easing Mark down with infinite care.

 

Mark melted into the seat, rubbing his lower back. “Feels like we’ve been here for hours. My feet hate me.”

 

Hyuck crouched in front of him, massaging his calves through the thin fabric of his joggers, thumbs pressing in soothing circles. “Tell them I’ll take revenge if they hurt you again,” he murmured, making Mark giggle.

 

As if on cue, an older lady passing by slowed to a stop, her eyes softening at the sight. “You’re glowing, dear,” she told Mark warmly. “Pregnancy suits you so well. You look beautiful.”

 

Mark’s cheeks went scarlet, his hands instinctively covering his bump. “Th-thank you,” he stammered.

 

Hyuck, however, straightened immediately, his arm curling tighter around Mark’s shoulders.

 

He smiled politely at the woman, but there was something guarded in his eyes, protective even against kindness. Compliments were nice, but strangers noticing meant strangers looking. And Hyuck didn’t like anyone looking too long.

 

When she moved on, Hyuck bent down and pressed a kiss to Mark’s temple. “You are beautiful,” he whispered. “But only I get to stare.”

 

Mark rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched into a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

 

“And yours,” Hyuck countered simply, tugging him back to his feet. “Come on. Let’s get what we need before your feet stage another protest.”

 

They moved slowly through the aisles, Hyuck doing most of the work—lifting, reaching, even pushing the cart when Mark whined about his wrists aching.

 

Every few minutes, he’d slip an arm around Mark’s waist, guiding him toward another bench or even the edge of the freezer section where Mark could perch. He never complained, never sighed. Just… adored.

 

It wasn’t subtle, not to Mark. He could see it in the way Hyuck’s eyes softened when he thought Mark wasn’t looking, in the way his fingers brushed over the swell of his belly as if he couldn’t resist checking, reassuring himself that both baby and omega were safe.

 

But Hyuck tried to play it off like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t seconds away from dropping the cart to scoop Mark up and carry him bridal-style through the store.

 

Mark found it unbearably cute.

 

Especially when they reached the fruit section again and Hyuck automatically loaded not one but three whole watermelons into the cart.

 

“Hyuck!” Mark gasped. “That’s too much. We don’t even have space in the fridge.”

 

Hyuck raised a brow. “You cried over watermelon last night, baby. You really think I’m ever showing up empty-handed again?”

 

Mark bit his lip, warmth blooming in his chest. “You’re insane.”

 

“I’m in love,” Hyuck corrected, leaning down to peck his lips in front of an entire row of bemused shoppers. “There’s a difference.”

 

Mark’s ears burned, but he couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. He squeezed Hyuck’s hand tight, his heart full enough to make him forget the ache in his back for just a moment.

 

By the time they left, their cart was overflowing—half with actual groceries, half with things Hyuck slipped in when Mark’s cravings got the best of him. Honeydew, strawberries, canned peaches. Anything sweet and juicy enough to satisfy his omega.

 

And when they reached the car, Hyuck didn’t let Mark lift a single bag. Not even the light ones.

 

Mark sat in the passenger seat, watching through the window as Hyuck loaded everything himself, sleeves pushed up, hair falling into his eyes. His alpha, so patient, so protective, so hopelessly in love.

 

Mark pressed a hand over his bump, whispering quietly, “You’ve got the best daddy in the world."

 

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One a different day, the late afternoon sun painted everything in gold. The park was alive with chatter—families picnicking under trees, children darting across the playground, couples walking hand in hand along the winding paths.

 

Mark and Donghyuck strolled at their own pace, though “strolled” might have been generous. For every five steps they took, Mark wanted to stop.

 

Sometimes to catch his breath. Sometimes to rub his lower back. And sometimes just to admire the world around him with that wide-eyed softness pregnancy had brought out in him.

 

Donghyuck never rushed him. Not once.

 

Instead, he held Mark’s hand, thumb stroking over his knuckles, and carried the small cooler bag slung over his shoulder. Mark had packed it himself—well, insisted on packing it—filled to the brim with neatly sliced fruit in little containers. Watermelon, honeydew, strawberries.

 

They settled on a shaded bench near the pond. Mark lowered himself with a sigh of relief, his hands immediately bracing on the curve of his belly. Hyuck sat beside him, pulling out a container of watermelon, already armed with a fork.

 

“Open up,” Hyuck said simply, spearing a piece and holding it to Mark’s lips.

 

Mark narrowed his eyes playfully. “I can feed myself, you know.”

 

“Mm. Not today.” Hyuck brushed the fruit against his mouth until Mark huffed and gave in, biting into the juicy flesh.

 

The moment the sweetness burst across his tongue, Mark moaned quietly, his shoulders relaxing. Hyuck’s gaze softened. He wiped a dribble of juice from Mark’s chin with his thumb, then sucked it off absentmindedly.

 

Mark blushed, chewing slower. “You’re ridiculous.”

 

“I’m devoted,” Hyuck corrected. “Big difference.”

 

A group of joggers passed by, one of them slowing just enough to glance at them, then at Mark’s bump. Her expression melted into a smile. “You look beautiful,” she told Mark, breathless but sincere.

 

Mark flushed instantly, ducking his head. “Th-thank you,” he stammered, embarrassed all over again.

 

Hyuck’s arm immediately went around him, pulling him close. He smiled back at the stranger, polite, but there was no mistaking the steel behind his gaze. Compliments were fine. Too much attention wasn’t.

 

When the joggers were gone, Mark nudged him with his elbow. “You’re so obvious, Hyuck.”

 

“Obvious about what?” Hyuck asked innocently, sliding another piece of watermelon between his lips.

 

“About… glaring at people for existing near me,” Mark teased.

 

Hyuck chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Can’t help it. My omega’s glowing. Everyone notices. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

 

Mark rolled his eyes, but the way his fingers curled tighter into Hyuck’s shirt betrayed him. He liked it—liked being fussed over, liked being claimed without a single word needing to be said.

 

They sat like that for a while—Hyuck feeding him fruit one bite at a time, Mark’s head resting on his shoulder, the babies inside shifting restlessly as if enjoying the sunlight too.

 

At one point, a little girl toddled past and stopped right in front of them, staring wide-eyed at Mark’s belly. “Baby?” she asked, pointing.

 

Mark laughed softly, nodding. “Yes, baby.”

 

She squealed and ran back to her mother, leaving Mark flushed and Hyuck chuckling beside him.

 

“You’re a magnet,” Hyuck murmured, kissing his temple. “Even kids can’t stay away.”

 

Mark groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Stop. You’re making it sound like I’m some—some glowing lantern or something.”

 

“You are,” Hyuck said simply, tugging his hands away to press a kiss to each palm. “My glowing lantern. My whole world.”

 

Mark melted at that, leaning into him with a sigh. His back ached, his feet throbbed, and his bladder was already nagging again—but none of it mattered with Hyuck looking at him like that. Like he was everything.

 

The park had been good for them. The late summer air was warm, the light fading into a bruised purple sky, and Mark had looked ethereal sitting on the bench, a hand pressed into the underside of his belly while he nibbled on watermelon slices Hyuck had cut into neat cubes for him. People stared—of course they did.

 

Some whispered about how pretty he was, glowing in his pregnancy, some even went as far as telling Hyuck how lucky he was. Hyuck had only smiled politely, though his hand never left Mark’s lower back, protective even in stillness.

 

By the time they returned home, though, the charm of the day had dissolved into aching reality. Mark’s lower back hurt. His thighs were tight from carrying the extra weight. Even his ankles felt hot and heavy in his shoes.

 

When he collapsed onto their bed, it was with a groan and a pout, eyes fluttering shut before Hyuck even pulled the blanket over him.

 

Hyuck had massaged his calves slowly, patiently, kneading each knot loose until Mark’s whining softened into little sighs. When he finally fell asleep, cheek pillowed on Hyuck’s chest, Hyuck thought they’d earned a rare night of peace.

 

But peace, with pregnancy, was fickle.

 

The first time Mark stirred, Hyuck barely noticed. The sheets shifted, the mattress dipped, and then Mark was padding toward the bathroom.

 

Hyuck, half-asleep, reached across the empty side of the bed instinctively, fingers brushing only the coolness left behind. By the time Mark came back, tugging the blanket up to his chin, Hyuck’s arm had found him again, tucking him close.

 

The second time, Hyuck cracked one eye open. Mark moved quietly, but Hyuck heard the faint shut of the bathroom door, the rush of water, the flush. He waited until Mark slid back into bed before murmuring, “Okay, angel?”

 

Mark only hummed, pressing his face into the pillow. His scent was sweet, but tinged sharp around the edges—frustration. Hyuck smoothed a hand down his back until he relaxed again.

 

The third time, Hyuck sat up. The clock glowed 2:11 AM. Mark had barely settled down from the last trip, and already his little form was rolling away from Hyuck’s arms. Hyuck blinked blearily, watching him shuffle with small, quick steps, one hand on his belly for support.

 

When Mark came back, he found Hyuck awake and waiting, propped against the headboard. “Hyuck,” he whispered, guilty, “go back to sleep.”

 

Hyuck only patted the bed. “Come here.”

 

Mark crawled in with a sigh, curling into his side. “I can’t stop needing to pee,” he muttered miserably. “Every time I get comfortable, I have to get up again.”

 

Hyuck pressed a kiss into his hair. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry for that.”

 

By the fourth trip, the sigh broke into a whine. Mark waddled back, cheeks puffed and damp at the corners of his eyes. His back ached, his bladder ached, everything ached, and the frustration of it all knotted inside him until he was crying before he even realized.

 

Mark’s lips trembled. He covered his mouth with his hand, but the sob still slipped out.

 

Hyuck jolted awake, instantly alert. “Baby?!” He scrambled upright, fumbling toward him. “Mark—what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

 

Mark shook his head, shoulders quivering. Mark hiccuped, trying to be brave, but his scent spilled sharp and fragile in the room. Hyuck rocked him gently, murmuring apologies into his hair until the sobs softened into shaky breaths.

 

When Mark finally spoke, it was muffled into his chest. “I can’t sleep, Hyuck. They keep bouncing on my bladder. It feels like I’m going crazy.”

 

Hyuck eased him down against the pillows, kissing his damp cheeks. Then, with slow care, he shifted lower. He pressed his lips to the swell of Mark’s bump, closing his eyes as he whispered against the skin.

 

“Hey, pup,” he murmured, voice soft as a lullaby. “Don’t make it so hard for your papa, hm? He needs his rest too. You’re giving him a rough time in there.”

 

He kissed the curve again, rubbing small circles over the taut skin. “We love you already. But be good for him tonight, okay? We’ll take care of you just fine.”

 

Mark’s breath caught. He covered his face with his hands, tears spilling hot and fast again—but these were different, sweet, uncontainable. “You’re ridiculous,” he whispered, though it broke with fondness.

 

Hyuck looked up, grinning, thumb brushing under Mark’s wet lashes. “Maybe. But if it makes you smile, I’ll keep doing it forever.”

 

Mark sniffled, leaning down to kiss him, whispering, “I love you,” like it was the only truth he knew.

 

Hyuck gathered him close, stroking his hair. And even though the baby didn’t stop kicking that night, the frustration dulled under the steady weight of his alpha’s love.

 

 

---

 

 

The house was bursting at the seams with life. Donghyuck’s family always threw their doors open wide, and a gathering meant every chair, couch, and even stairwell was filled with noise—cousins arguing over games, uncles bantering, aunties carrying trays of food, toddlers waddling dangerously close to the snack table.

 

Mark had been ushered onto the comfiest couch, as though the entire clan had conspired to make him sit still. A pillow had materialized at his back, another under his feet. Someone had pressed a plate of fruit into his hands. Every time he tried to protest, they only smiled and waved him down—“You’re expecting, you sit pretty.”

 

He would’ve felt embarrassed if it weren’t for the watermelon. Sweet, cold, seedless. He ate piece after piece, tongue stained pink, until Donghyuck leaned in with a low chuckle.

 

“Baby, you’re gonna turn into one if you keep this up.”

 

Mark smacked his arm with the fork, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him. He glanced sideways at his husband—Hyuck in a fitted black polo, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jeans hugging his thighs. Even in a crowd, his alpha’s presence was magnetic. He never had to demand attention; people gravitated to him.

 

And it wasn’t just people.

 

“Uncle Hyuck!”

 

Taeyong’s twins barreled toward him, two miniature whirlwinds with matching grins. Hyuck barely had time to set down his drink before they latched onto his legs, tugging at his hands.

 

Mark froze mid-bite. Right. Taeyong and Doyoung had twins. Two bright, loud, beautiful pups born just a year.

 

Twins run in the bloodline.

 

His hand drifted unconsciously to his belly, feeling the taut stretch beneath his shirt. He’d been bigger than expected lately. Hyuck always teased him about his “watermelon diet,” but what if—

 

His spiral cut off when Hyuck crouched low, arms opening wide. The twins squealed, launching into him. He toppled backwards dramatically, sprawling on the carpet, all three of them tangled in laughter.

 

“Hyuck-hyung, be the monster!” one demanded, climbing onto his chest.

 

“Yeah, roar!” the other added.

 

Mark watched, transfixed, as Hyuck growled playfully, rolling onto all fours and chasing them across the living room. The children shrieked, legs pumping, while Hyuck lumbered after them, his shirt riding up just enough to show a strip of tanned skin. His laugh rang out over the din, rich and carefree, as though he was built for this—built to be a father.

 

Mark’s chest ached. His fork trembled in his hand.

 

God… he’s going to be the father of my kids. Mark bit his lip, mind spinning with thoughts of the life they’d build together—the little domestic moments that would come sooner or later in their home.

 

The idea made a low hum of excitement stir through him, and his hand drifted to rub his tummy again. Oh… he couldn’t wait.

 

His alpha looked so good like this. Messy-haired, glowing, surrounded by little hands that trusted him without hesitation. His arms flexed as he scooped one twin up and tossed him high into the air, catching him effortlessly while the child screamed in delight. The veins in his forearms stood out, polo stretched tight over his shoulders.

 

The image burned itself into Mark’s brain: Hyuck holding their pup like that. Hyuck’s big hands steady on their tiny body. Hyuck’s grin soft and proud as he kissed their baby’s forehead.

 

It shouldn’t have made him flush. It shouldn’t have made his thighs press together under his loose pants. But it did. Every nerve in his body buzzed with want.

 

Hyuck looked up then, as if he’d felt the weight of Mark’s stare. His gaze softened instantly. He padded over, crouched down, and kissed Mark square on the lips—quick, casual, but grounding.

 

Then he was gone again, chasing the squealing twins down the hallway.

 

Mark exhaled shakily, gripping his plate. His heart thudded against his ribs, his omega instincts coiling tighter and tighter. Everyone else just saw family fun. But he saw his alpha being… everything. Patient. Gentle. Strong. And so, so good with children.

 

God, Mark wants to give him all the pups he wanted. 

 

By the time they got home, Mark was already peeling off his coat and slipping into Hyuck’s clothes, deliberately tugging on one of his loose shirts and—most importantly—his black thong. He caught his reflection in the mirror and bit his lip.

 

Pregnant, flushed, belly curved round and perfect, the black strap biting into his hips just enough to make his pussy look even wetter. He looked obscene. And he knew Hyuck wouldn’t be able to look away.

 

So he didn’t make it subtle. He bent over the dresser, pretending to fuss with something on the surface, letting the thong ride up, barely covering his swollen slit. Slick dripped down his thigh, slow and deliberate, a betrayal of just how badly he needed him.

 

Hyuck walked into the room, eyes immediately locking on him.

 

Mark didn’t have to say a word.

 

Hyuck stood frozen in the doorway, chest rising and falling as though he’d sprinted the whole drive home. He hadn’t expected this. He’d thought Mark would already be curled up under the blankets, demanding more watermelon or whining about how heavy his belly felt.

 

He hadn’t thought his omega—his very pregnant, glowing, maddeningly beautiful omega—would be bent over the dresser like a fantasy made flesh.

 

The lamp on the nightstand threw a soft glow over Mark’s skin, turning the swell of his belly into a golden curve. Hyuck’s shirt hung loose on him, but the hem was bunched high, exposing the roundness of his ass.

 

The thin black thong disappeared between his cheeks, fabric stretched tight over the slick, swollen lips of his cunt.

 

Hyuck swallowed hard. His hand twitched at his side.

 

“Mark,” he rasped, voice catching.

 

Mark peeked at him over his shoulder, lips bitten pink, eyes half-lidded and daring. “You like it?”

 

Hyuck’s throat worked. “Baby, you can’t—” He cut himself off, exhaling through his nose. He took one step into the room, then another, like he was being pulled in by gravity itself. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

 

Mark only arched his back further, the curve of his spine obscene, his ass jutting out like an offering. A bead of slick escaped him, sliding down his inner thigh until it dripped, audible in the quiet room.

 

Hyuck cursed softly. His restraint was fraying fast.

 

“I missed you,” Mark whispered, his voice trembling. “Missed the way you touch me. You looked so good today, Hyuckie… playing with the kids, being all—” He broke off, shivering. “I need you.”

 

That was it. The last thread snapped.

 

Hyuck was behind him in seconds, big hands gripping Mark’s hips. He bent low, burying his nose against the seam of the thong, inhaling deeply. The scent nearly knocked him flat—sweet and sharp, slick pouring like nectar.

 

“Fuck, baby,” Hyuck groaned, the words muffled against him. “Look at this pussy… begging me to knock it up again.”

 

Mark whimpered, knuckles white against the dresser edge. “Hyuck—”

 

Hyuck didn’t wait. He flattened his tongue against the soaked thong, licking a slow stripe from Mark’s slit up to his clit. The thin fabric pressed inside with the force, and Mark gasped, jerking forward.

 

“Ah—Hyuck—ohmygod—Ngghhgg! Oh-”

 

Hyuck licked again, harder, letting his tongue trace the outline of his folds through the fabric, teasing the swollen bud until Mark’s legs shook. His saliva soaked the thong, turning the black sheer into something transparent, every twitch of Mark’s pussy visible.

 

Then he hooked the thong to the side with one finger and dove in.

 

The taste hit him instantly—salt-sweet, thick, uniquely Mark. He groaned into it, tongue plunging deep, curling and dragging out, then swirling up to flick his clit in messy, relentless circles.

 

Mark’s head fell back. His moan cracked into something high-pitched, desperate. His thighs quivered, knees threatening to give. “S-so good—ah—Hyuck, fuck, don’t stop—”

 

Hyuck didn’t. He couldn’t. He latched on, sucking at his clit until Mark’s belly tightened under his hand. One palm pressed to the swell of it, holding him steady, thumb rubbing lazy circles over the taut skin while his mouth worked like a man starving.

 

Mark clawed at the dresser, hips rolling uncontrollably into Hyuck’s face. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, drool wetting his chin.

 

“Hyuck! I—I can’t—oh fuck, I’m—”

 

Hyuck shoved two fingers inside him without warning, thick and careful, crooking them immediately against that spot that made Mark’s whole body jolt.

 

Mark screamed. His slick gushed, splattering Hyuck’s wrist, dripping down onto the dresser drawers. He thrashed, choking on sobs as Hyuck finger-fucked him, tongue never leaving his clit.

 

“Cum for me, baby,” Hyuck urged against him. “Give it to me—show me how much you missed me.”

 

Mark’s back bowed, belly pressing against the dresser, thighs shaking violently. Then it hit—his cunt clamped down, his vision whited out, and a powerful gush sprayed straight against the dresser door with a lewd slap.

 

“Ahhh—fuck ... haaaa! Oh n-no—Hyuck—!”

 

He squirted again and again, slick raining down the wood, puddling at their feet. Hyuck growled low in satisfaction, fucking him through it with steady, curling thrusts of his fingers, lapping up everything his omega gave him.

 

By the time the aftershocks wracked through Mark, he was a mess—cheeks tear-streaked, hair plastered to his temples, body limp against the dresser.

 

Hyuck kissed the back of his thigh tenderly, then scooped him up with ease.

 

“You’re gonna kill me, baby,” he murmured, carrying him bridal-style toward the bed. Mark clung weakly to his neck, still trembling, still leaking.

 

Hyuck laid him down gently, kissing his forehead, before sliding back between his legs.

 

“I’m not done,” he whispered, mouth already descending again. “Not until you forget your own name.”

 

Hyuck set him down with more care than anyone could expect from a man who had just fingered his pregnant husband into squirting all over the dresser.

 

The contrast was dizzying—his strength, his hunger, and then the way his hands gentled immediately, smoothing the shirt over Mark’s rounded belly like he was touching spun glass.

 

Mark whimpered when his back hit the sheets, legs falling open without thought. His thighs gleamed with slick, trembling from overstimulation, his pussy flushed and swollen.

 

Hyuck kissed his forehead, then the curve of his cheek, then lower—his throat, his collarbone, the slope of his chest, lingering just long enough to whisper against each patch of skin. “My omega… my perfect, perfect omega…”

 

Mark’s chest heaved, lips parted. His hands fluttered weakly against Hyuck’s shoulders, trying to drag him down faster. “Hyuckie—please—”

 

He chuckled, the sound dark and fond, and pressed his palm to the swell of Mark’s stomach. “Easy. I’m not gonna rush when you’re this gorgeous spread out for me.”

 

But his mouth betrayed him—it trailed lower, eager, hungry, until he was face to face with Mark’s cunt again. The lips were puffy, glistening, twitching like they were begging for him.

 

Hyuck groaned low. “Fuck, look at you. Look how this pussy cries for me.” His thumb pressed lightly against the entrance, and more slick welled up instantly, trickling down to his knuckles. “Begging to be filled, begging me to stretch it, to knock it up again.”

 

Mark’s eyes rolled back at the filth, a high moan spilling out. “Y-yes—fuck, Hyuck, don’t tease—”

 

He dove in, tongue wide and messy, dragging from Mark’s dripping hole up to his clit in one greedy lick. Mark jerked violently, a sob tearing from him, his back arching.

 

“Ahhh—god—Hyuck! Oh my god!”

 

Hyuck ate like a man who hadn’t seen food in weeks, lips sealing around his clit to suck hard, tongue flicking in sharp strokes until Mark’s whole body trembled. He pressed one broad hand over Mark’s bump, grounding him, while his other arm slid under his thigh to hold him wide open.

 

Mark clawed at the sheets, the sound of his moans breaking apart in the room. “S-so much—oh, fuck—it’s too much—”

 

“Never too much,” Hyuck growled against him, his tongue plunging deep now, fucking into him, curling upward before dragging out and swirling over the swollen bud again. “You can take it, baby. You were made for me to eat you like this.”

 

Mark’s thighs trembled harder, his heels digging into the bed. His head thrashed side to side, tears slipping down his temples. His voice was wrecked, throat raw. “Ohhh god—Hyuck—Hyuck—don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

 

Hyuck shoved two fingers inside again, curling them just so, battering that spot that made Mark seize up instantly. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem—suck, flick, thrust, curl—never relenting, never giving Mark a second to breathe.

 

Mark screamed, nails clawing at the sheets until they ripped free. His belly tightened under Hyuck’s palm, his cunt clenching so violently it almost pushed Hyuck’s fingers out—then the gush came, sudden and forceful, spraying straight up onto his chin, soaking his face and chest.

 

“F-fuck! I’m c-cumming! Hhhhyuck—ahhhh!”

 

Hyuck moaned against the spray, lapping it up greedily, still pumping his fingers ruthlessly. The more Mark thrashed, the deeper Hyuck pinned him, pressing his belly down gently with his palm to keep him grounded, murmuring, “That’s it, give it to me—squirt for me, angel.”

 

Mark convulsed, squirt after squirt soaking the sheets, his body bowing like a bowstring until finally collapsing, limp and trembling. His breaths came in ragged sobs, his thighs quaking.

 

Hyuck didn’t stop immediately—he slowed, tongue softer now, teasing licks to lap at the mess, fingers stroking in lazy circles just to keep him humming. Mark whimpered at the overstimulation, tears clinging to his lashes, but even then he pushed his hips faintly toward Hyuck’s mouth.

 

“You’re insatiable,” Hyuck whispered, kissing the mound tenderly, nuzzling against it like it was holy. “My pretty omega… carrying my pups for me.”

 

Mark’s lips trembled, a broken smile flickering through his exhaustion. He tried to speak, but it only came out a moan.

 

Hyuck climbed up slowly, kissing every inch of his skin on the way, until he hovered above him, their noses brushing. He kissed the tears from Mark’s cheeks, the corner of his mouth, then finally his lips, slow and reverent, letting Mark taste himself.

 

When he pulled back, Mark’s eyes were glazed, but soft, his whole body pliant.

 

“Rest, angel,” Hyuck whispered, brushing his damp hair back. “I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to move a finger.”

 

And Mark, still trembling from the waves of pleasure, nodded faintly before burying his face into Hyuck’s neck, whispering against his skin “Never stop loving me like this.”

 

Hyuck’s arms tightened around him instantly. “Never,” he swore, before kissing his temple.

 

 

 

 

 

The morning bled in through the curtains, pale light warming their tangled sheets. Mark stirred first, a small whimper breaking in his throat as he shifted. His belly was heavy, pressing down, and the stretch made him squirm closer into Hyuck’s chest.

 

Hyuck was half-asleep still, arms automatically tightening around him. His lips brushed Mark’s hair as he mumbled, “Easy, baby. Don’t move too much.”

 

But Mark couldn’t help it. He could feel Hyuck still inside him, thick and hot, plugging him exactly how he’d demanded before falling asleep. His walls clenched instinctively around it, already slick again from how badly his body craved him.

 

“Hyuck…” Mark whispered, voice hoarse. “You didn’t pull out.”

 

That got Hyuck’s eyes to open, foggy but impossibly soft. He tilted Mark’s face up and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You told me not to,” he murmured, palm smoothing over Mark’s swollen stomach. “And I don’t break my promises.”

 

Mark trembled, eyes wet. “Don’t… don’t take it out. Not yet.”

 

Hyuck’s cock twitched deep inside him, a groan caught in his chest. “Fuck, baby.” His fingers pressed firmer into the curve of Mark’s bump, grounding himself. “You want me to keep you stuffed while I feed you, hm?”

 

Mark nodded quickly, already arching into him. “Want it. Please.”

 

Hyuck shifted just enough to grab the bowl of melon from the nightstand, but the moment he moved, Mark gasped, a wet warmth sliding out around the base of his cock. His omega’s slick.

 

Hyuck froze, staring at the mess trickling down Mark’s inner thigh, then back up at his flushed face. Something dark and desperate flickered in his chest. He leaned down, kissed Mark hard, then shoved two fingers against the sloppy rim of his cunt—right beside where his cock was buried.

 

Mark keened, full-body trembling as Hyuck pushed those fingers in alongside him, stuffing him tighter. The squelch was filthy, obscene, slick coating his hand instantly.

 

“Look at you,” Hyuck rasped, kissing him again, voice breaking. “So needy my cock’s not enough, huh? Gotta plug you up with my fingers too, keep every drop inside.”

 

Mark sobbed into his mouth, hips writhing helplessly. “Hyuckie—ahhh—oh god—”

 

Hyuck pressed the bowl of melon to Mark’s lips, hand never stopping its slow thrusts beside his cock. “Eat, baby. Open up.”

 

Mark obeyed, mouth wrapping around the sweet fruit, juice spilling down his chin as he moaned. His eyes rolled back when Hyuck curled his fingers, grinding them against his clenching walls while his cock throbbed inside. The mess was unbearable—slick dripping around both his cock and fingers, pooling on the sheets beneath them.

 

Hyuck licked the juice from Mark’s chin, then shoved his fingers deeper, stretching him open around the double intrusion. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me lose my mind. This pussy’s begging me to knock it up again.”

 

Mark wailed, clutching at Hyuck’s shirt with shaking hands, chewing helplessly on another bite of melon as his body spasmed.

 

Hyuck didn’t let up, whispering against his ear, “That’s it, baby. Take it. Eat for me while I keep you full. Don’t let go yet. Let your alpha take care of you.”

 

By the time the bowl was empty, Mark was glassy-eyed, his belly heaving with every desperate breath, tears streaking his cheeks. Hyuck finally eased his soaked fingers out and licked them clean, never pulling his cock from Mark’s sloppy hole.

 

He kissed him, slow and reverent. “Go back to sleep, angel. I’ve got you plugged.”

 

Mark nodded weakly, still trembling, and drifted off with Hyuck’s cock snug inside him, a faint smile pulling at his tear-stained lips.

 

 

---

 

 

Mark sat on the padded table, legs swinging slightly, restless, one hand unconsciously smoothing over his swelling stomach.

 

It was rounder than he’d expected, heavier somehow, like carrying something precious and fragile all at once.

 

Hyuck perched on the small stool beside him, his presence a constant anchor. He hadn’t said much yet, but the way his hand rested lightly on Mark’s, thumb brushing soft, slow circles, carried more concern than words ever could.

 

“Take it easy,” he murmured, voice low and steady, like a secret only Mark could hear. “You don’t have to… you know, do anything right now. Just—breathe.”

 

Mark gave a small, shaky laugh, trying to hide the knot of nerves tightening in his chest. “I’m fine,” he whispered, though his hand unconsciously clutched Hyuck’s tighter. “Just… nervous, I guess.”

 

Hyuck leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

 

The doctor entered with a calm smile, clipboard tucked to her side, and asked a few routine questions. “Let’s take a look, Mark. Are you ready?”

 

Mark nodded, and the cold gel made him flinch as the ultrasound probe touched his skin. Hyuck’s hand immediately covered his, thumb brushing over his knuckles in quiet reassurance.

 

The screen flickered to life, and the first steady heartbeat filled the room. Mark froze, mesmerized, the sound resonating deep inside him. Hyuck’s hand squeezed his lightly, grounding him, murmuring, “There it is. Hear that? Your baby.”

 

Mark’s chest tightened, breath catching in his throat. “It’s… real,” he whispered. “It’s really there…”

 

The doctor adjusted the probe, moving slowly across his stomach. Another beat joined the first. At first, Mark thought it was just the rhythm of the one baby moving… but something in the doctor’s soft, almost hesitant expression made him glance up.

 

“Mark,” she said gently, voice careful and tender, “there’s… more than one heartbeat.”

 

Hyuck stiffened slightly, eyes widening. “…More than one?” His voice was soft, almost unsure, like he was afraid of startling Mark.

 

Mark blinked, heart hammering. “Wait… you mean—?”

 

The doctor turned the screen toward them, allowing them to see two tiny shapes, curled delicately side by side, almost mirroring each other. “Yes,” she said softly. “It looks like you’re expecting twins.”

 

The room seemed to tilt, slow and gentle, like time had decided to linger. Mark’s hand went to his mouth, his body stilling as disbelief washed through him.

 

His other hand went to rest lightly on his stomach, fingertips tracing the swell that now carried not one life, but two.

 

Hyuck’s lips parted, a quiet gasp escaping before he could stop it. He leaned closer, brushing gentle, reverent kisses along Mark’s shoulder, careful not to startle him. “Two…” he whispered, as though saying the word out loud made it more real. “Two babies, baby. That’s why… oh.”

 

Mark let out a shaky laugh, half-crying, half-awed. “I thought I was eating too much watermelon,"

 

Hyuck pressed his forehead to Mark’s, breath mingling. “Baby. This… this is you. This is them.” His hands slid to cradle Mark’s stomach, soft but protective, like holding something sacred. “Two. We… we’re carrying two little lives. Two of ours.”

 

Mark’s tears spilled freely now, but his smile was wide, unrestrained, filled with wonder. “Two… our pups?”

 

Hyuck chuckled softly, voice thick with emotion, brushing damp strands of hair from Mark’s face. “Yes… our pups.” He kissed him again, lingering, gentle, almost worshipful.

 

Mark pressed his hand to Hyuck’s, stilling it over the swell, and whispered, “I can’t… I can’t believe it…”

 

“You don’t have to believe it yet,” Hyuck murmured. “Just… feel them. Feel both of them.” His palm rested gently, thumb brushing over the subtle movements beneath the skin. “They’re real, Mark. So real. And so… perfectly you.”

 

Mark’s eyes softened, glistening with tears, as he leaned into Hyuck’s shoulder.

 

Hyuck wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. The doctor gave them space, stepping back, allowing the moment to stretch—soft, delicate, perfect.

 

Mark leaned into Hyuck, pressing small kisses to his shoulder and chest, the weight of the moment settling around them like a warm, protective cocoon. Two heartbeats, two tiny lives, and the quiet certainty that they were exactly where they were meant to be—together.

Notes:

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