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Sheng Shaoyou first met Hua Yong when the boy was pretending to be a beta at the age of eighteen.
Shaoyou was around twenty-three and was assigned to be his manager for the newly debuted solo idol. It was fine on the first debut stage. People liked Hua Yong. A beautiful face with a slender body. He was a great dancer and an amazing singer.
Everything was fine…
Until he presented.
Again.
He was an enigma. Something Shaoyou thought was a silly little myth that S-Class alphas made up to seem even greater than they already are. The day he found Hua Yong in his bedroom, clawing at his bedsheets with a type of fervor that caused him to tremble, he knew Hua Yong had changed.
Only he found out Hua Yong had always known. He was pretending to be a beta from the plea of a family friend, Chang Yu. Shaoyou didn’t exactly know much about Hua Yong’s home life or what Chang Yu was to him—just that Hua Yong came from money back from his home in Country P.
After that incident, Hua Yong had said there was no point in pretending to be a beta. He wouldn’t come out as an enigma, just an S-Class alpha. A sweet little lie that he was one of those rare cases of someone presenting late and soon everyone followed in his steps.
It didn’t even take a month before people acted as if he never was a beta. Certainly helped that he wasn’t that popular at that time.
Better now than late.
Things should’ve been fine after that. And technically they were. Hua Yong boosted in popularity each year, reaching his peak at twenty-three with his song “Tame Me.”
No, everything was fine in the public eye.
It was behind the scenes that got… confusing.
Hua Yong was in love with Shaoyou.
It was as if a switch went off after he didn’t have to lie about his subgender anymore. No longer did he act shy or a bit standoffish when interacting with Shaoyou. He was shameless.
At nineteen, he hugged Shaoyou in front of everyone on set for his photoshoot. It would’ve been fine there until he shamelessly sniffed at Shaoyou’s scent gland. Muttering: “do you have to wear a scent patch during work? I like your scent?”
At twenty, during a live stream on Weibo, he would keep interacting with Shaoyou when he was supposed to pretend he was alone in his hotel room. Hua Yong would smile, his gaze obviously staring at someone behind the phone. When people started commenting, asking who was getting his attention—he answered without hesitation: “My baby.”
Luckily Shaoyou was able to post on Hua Yong’s Weibo and pretend that it was his dog, fortunately named ‘Baby’ by pure coincidence. Not everyone believed it but at least he tried to deny it. Hua Yong pouted when Shaoyou forced him to post the explanation.
At twenty-one, after a duet stage with another solo idol Shen Wenlang, Hua Yong had only given the alpha a little nod before turning his attention to Shaoyou backstage. Hua Yong smiled widely at Shaoyou and perked up. His makeup was a soft pink blush, making his usual harsh features seem cute.
Shen Wenlang was rightfully pissed. “Ai! You can’t even speak to me? Just running to your little manager?”
Hua Yong glared at Wenlang. “What do I need to say to you?” His voice was heavy. Orchid pheromones were leaking out. Shaoyou quickly slapped Hua Yong’s shoulder, pulling out another pheromone blocker.
“Stop it. You’re in public.” Shaoyou hissed. Gao Tu, Wenlang’s manager, tried calming the alpha as well with some quietly whispered words. Hua Yong pouted and nodded his head. He leaned in closer, resting his head on Shaoyou’s shoulder. Everyone hardly paid attention.
It was old news that Hua Yong was oddly affectionate with his manager.
“Hmph,” Wenlang smirked. “He knows how to command you like a dog.”
“At least I know what I want.” Hua Yong said, keeping his gaze up at Shaoyou. “Are you still trying to figure out if you want your manager?”
“What?” Gao Tu asked while Wenlang’s face was somehow paler than the makeup they used on him.
Shaoyou still didn’t know what Hua Yong was alluding to.
At twenty-two, Hua Yong was sitting down in front of Shaoyou as he was listing off activities that needed to happen after the music video shoot. Someone was recording a behind the scenes video like they always did. It focused solely on Hua Yong, including catching the moment his hands slipped between Shaoyou’s ripped jeans.
Shaoyou didn’t even react. Hua Yong always had to have at least one finger touching his skin. The alpha didn’t know why. They lived in the same apartment together so Shaoyou was never truly free from the menace.
Which was why had no reaction as Hua Yong caressed his thigh through the ripped hole. The camera caught all of that and the editor seemed to not view it worthy enough to be deleted.
So over a million people on Weibo watched the five minute BTS video and quickly focused on the five seconds of Hua Yong touching his thighs.
Xingqiu: 哇啊 好帅啊 (wow, so handsome)
Ocean: 帅？看看！花咏摸了人的腿 (handsome? Look! He touched someone’s leg)
MingMing: 是新来的吗？ (are you new here?)
Chi1993: 那只是经理 (that’s just the manager)
Seeky: 经常这样做 哈哈哈哈哈 (he often does this lol)
MingMing: 花咏喜欢男人 我们都知道了 (Hua Yong loves men, we all know this)
Chi1993: 喜欢男人？不是！他爱上了他的经理 (loves men? No, he’s in love with his manager)
Xingqiu: 经理的腿好白 脸也是不是白色的？(manager’s leg is so white, is the face also white?)
MingMing: 嘘 花咏要打你！快点删除吧！(shh, Hua Yong is going to hit you, delete it quickly)
Shaoyou wanted to beat Hua Yong himself.
At twenty-three is when things reached a turning point.
Hua Yong’s birthday, January 11th, was usually nothing special. The enigma never cared much for anything besides Shaoyou saying happy birthday to him. However Shaoyou wanted to at least take the enigma out this year.
Of course the enigma didn’t refuse.
So they went to a small and less populated outdoor restaurant that was on the outskirts of Jiang Hu. Shaoyou used to come here with his mother all the time. He thought sharing it with Hua Yong would be nice. It seemed like the enigma didn’t exactly have any friends or family, excluding Chang Yu and his sorta friendship with Wenlang.
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong said, pulling his mask down to start eating, “Can I ask for a birthday present?”
Shaoyou hummed. He took a sip of his soup and reached over to grab a baozi, “what do you want?”
“Can I start calling you Shaoyou?”
“Ah,” Shaoyou bit his lip. “Sure. I’ll call you A-Yong, how’s that?”
Hua Yong gave him a wide smile. He reached over and placed some of his meat into Shaoyou’s rice bowl. Shaoyou gave him a little smile. It was fine until Hua Yong began giving him almost all of his own meat.
“A-Yong,” Shaoyou placed a few pieces of meat back in Hua Yong’s bowl. “You’ll have no meat at this rate.”
“It’s okay. Shaoyou should eat more. I’m on a diet for this month.” Hua Yong moved so fast Shaoyou didn’t even notice the rest of the meat was in his bowl until he glanced down.
The meat covered his rice. He only let out a small huff. No point in fighting. Shaoyou began eating the meat. His focus was solely on how good the meat tasted that he didn’t notice the oddly satisfied look in Hua Yong’s eyes. The way his eyes flickered pink before he began eating.
Just when they were leaving, Hua Yong took his hat off to brush his hair. Shaoyou reacted without a second though. He stood in front of him and began teasing Hua Yong’s hair, pulling the stray strands that poked his eyes.
Hua Yong kept his gaze solely on Shaoyou. His hand slowly inched forward before it comfortingly rested on the curve on Shaoyou’s back—like it was claiming ownership of something rightfully theirs. Shaoyou pulled just a bit, raising an eyebrow.
“Just to keep you from stepping back into the road.” Hua Yong smoothly lied, nodding his head back at the busy street behind them. Shaoyou did venture close to the curb. So he tried to believe that was what Hua Yong was doing.
Though that wouldn’t matter to the person taking pictures of their interactions.
The next day when his boss told him that she had something urgent to talk to him about—he feared the worst. Imagine his shock when she simply said that people found him really cute and wanted more interactions with him and Hua Yong.
Shipping culture. Whatever that meant.
Sheng Shaoyou kept his job, thankfully, but now his face was no longer hidden in any vlogs or videos posted by Hua Yong’s social media accounts. He at least had the right to not have his name plastered anywhere.
The alpha had no social media accounts or any sort of presence so people couldn’t find him outside of what Hua Yong’s social media team posted.
Which led to people calling him Bambi.
Why?
A few people commented on his eyes. For others, it was simply because he was wearing a Disney Bambi t-shirt in the first video of him and Hua Yong.
Just his luck.
Shaoyou typed away on his phone as Hua Yong sat down beside him on the couch. It had only been a full month since Shaoyou’s sudden ‘fame’ and for the most part, everyone was normal about it. He pulled at his plump bottom lip as he let out a slight sigh.
Why was choosing new bedsheets so difficult? Shaoyou continued pondering about what bedsheets he should buy, not noticing the unusual quietness in Hua Yong.
Hua Yong was angry. He had Chang Yu take the photo and only show it to Shaoyou’s boss. He wanted Shaoyou to get fired so then he would be forced to solely rely on Hua Yong.
How could he know that the boss was a secret AA relationship enthusiast and saw no problem with the slight chance of the two having a relationship?
What type of boss was she?
In any case, his original plan had fallen through. But it was fine. There were other ways he could get Shaoyou to either be fired or willingly quit his job. He stood up and grabbed his phone, startling his precious alpha beside him.
Shaoyou glanced up at him. This position was a dangerous sight. His round eyes staring up at him while his lips parted naturally. It was a miracle Hua Yong had lasted this long. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Hua Yong smiled coquettishly at him. “I’m going to call Wenlang.” He said and left for his bedroom.
“Has he ever willingly called Wenlang first?” Shaoyou whispered to himself. He shrugged to himself and went back to checking his bedsheet options.
“Shen Wenlang.”
“Hua Yong.” Wenlang started before letting out a laugh. “What’s wrong? Your plan didn’t work, huh?”
Hua Yong rolled his eyes. He sat down on his bed, “what should I do? I can’t ask him to quit his job.”
“You could always ask him out like a normal person.”
“Shaoyou would never agree while he’s still my manager.”
“Probably because he actually has morals.”
“Hmph. Can you help me or not?”
“Why not just give him a reason to quit? Get him pregnant.” Wenlang chuckled to himself. “Anyway—”
“—that’s a perfect idea.”
“Huh?”
“Shen Wenlang, maybe you’re not useless after all.”
“Hey wait I was just—” Hua Yong hung up.
Shen Wenlang felt like he just sentenced Sheng Shaoyou to life in prison.
He silently prayed for the alpha that night.
Orchids filled Shaoyou’s bedroom. His body was pliant. Orange blossom pheromones were dominated without much effort. Moonlight shone across his face. Soft features illuminated for eager eyes to drink in.
Soft skin that slightly trembled when touched. His hand was gripped. Tightly pulled into the air. Feather light touches against his wrist. Groans teased his ears. Something wet accompanied it.
The orchids sweetened as it reached its climax. He felt something warm slowly part his lips. Liquid, something sticky, slipped into his mouth. It touched his tongue. He swallowed without much coaxing, not like the first few times.
Lips pressed on his lower chin.
The enigma ate well tonight once more.
Hua Yong was acting strange. Shaoyou felt as if the enigma had turned his affection to up to a hundred. He couldn’t go anywhere without him following him. His arms wrapped around Shaoyou’s waist. Chin resting on his shoulder at all times.
Hands somehow always finding his skin to touch.
No matter where he was, Hua Yong was pressed against Shaoyou as if he owned him. It confused him to no end. And made him realize he can’t keep pretending to himself. Hua Yong had to have romantic feelings for him. There were no two ways about it.
It wasn’t like he didn’t feel something for the enigma as well. A bit hard to not feel something when you’re constantly flirted with and gazed at as if you were the most beautiful person in their world.
But a relationship between them didn’t sit right with Shaoyou. Sure before he could lie and say it was the age gap. However now he tried to hide behind the whole job thing.
Hua Yong was only now gaining an insane amount of popularity. It would feel wrong to bring him down by dating him.
Dating scandals were no joke.
“Hey, can someone move this prop out of the shot?” The photographer suddenly said, pulling Shaoyou out of his daze. He rushed forward before anyone else and picked up the prop. His brain was working a mile a minute as he hugged the doll tightly against his chest.
Hua Yong was having a photoshoot with a few other idols as advertisement for an upcoming collab performance. Dolls were added due to a reference to one of the idol’s whole doll-like themes.
“Okay, let’s change to the next set! Five minute break!” Someone called out.
Shaoyou was deep in thought when someone tapped his shoulder. He flinched and glanced over to see the photographer. “Oh, hello.” he bowed his head politely.
“Hello. I’m Yushan. I take it you really like dolls?”
“Huh?”
Yushan pointed at the doll cradled in Shaoyou’s arms. “You’ve been cradling it for a few minutes now.”
“Oh!” Shaoyou held out the doll. “Sorry. I was just thinking about something.” He handed the doll over to Yushan.
“Don’t apologize. Omegas can’t help themselves sometimes. It does look a lot like a real baby, they’re so freakishly realistic.” Yushan took the doll from him.
Shaoyou blinked. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“Hm?”
“Omega?”
“Yeah, aren’t you one?”
“Even if I was, why would you say that?” Shaoyou glared at the man. He itched to tear off his pheromone blocker to show his dominance as an S-Class alpha. Never had he ever been confused for an omega.
“What? Don’t tell me that you aren’t one?” His eyes trailed Shaoyou’s body up and down. “You look a little strong but c’mon, don’t act like those overly sensitive ones.”
Shaoyou immediately reached up to his nape to pull the blocker off when strong arms wrapped around his waist. Orchid pheromones wrapped around like a protective barrier. He tried looking back but Hua Yong kept him still with a simple grip.
The pheromones were oppressive, sending Yushan into a panic. He covered his nose as he stared at Hua Yong in shocked-fear. Everyone around them began to scatter and run away to safety. A few even collapsed before they could escape.
“What the hell are you doing?” Yushan growled, trying but failing to fight back with his A-Class pheromones.
Shaoyou wanted to stop Hua Yong. This would surely be a bad look on his career as an idol. But Hua Yong kept him still. He didn’t even know how he was looking at Yushan. Hua Yong hadn’t said a word but he was sending Yushan into an almost animalistic panic.
The alpha quickly got on his knees and quickly began pleading. “I’ll leave him alone. I promise. Please calm down!”
Hua Yong tightened his grip around Shaoyou’s waist. A simple growl left him before he began dragging Shaoyou out of the building. Everyone they passed by cowered in the hallway. They didn’t dare look at the enigma or his mate.
The message was clear.
Don’t ever mess with the enigma’s mate.
“A-Yong, what was that?” Shaoyou tried pulling his wrist free but it proved to be useless against the strength of an enigma’s. “Answer me!”
Hua Yong didn’t stop until they reached the car. He opened the door and shoved Shaoyou inside the back seat. Shaoyou tumbled inside, his eyes wide as he stared at the man in shock.
“What is—?”
“Shaoyou.” Hua Yong started. He climbed into the back seat, caging Shaoyou in. His eyes had a pink glint in them as he stared down at him. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
“What?”
“I want you.”
His chest felt light after his confession. Finally, after five years, he could have who he’s been craving. The one he’s been yearning for.
“Hua Yong.” Shaoyou whispered, his eyes wide. He didn’t know what to say. Now that he was finally confronted with Hua Yong’s burning desire.
He didn’t fight Hua Yong as he leaned down and kissed him.
The first kiss was soft. As if Hua Yong was testing the limits. Slowly breaking the boundaries. Orchids suffocated the car. It pushed against the window, coating Shaoyou all over.
He felt hot. Too hot.
But Hua Yong felt even hotter. Shaoyou pulled away from the kiss, his hand touching Hua Yong’s forehead.
“You’re burning up!” Shaoyou frowned. He quickly sat up. “We need to get you home. You’re sick.”
Hua Yong shook his head. “I’m not sick.” He muttered. His hand tangled itself into Shaoyou’s shirt. He tugged the fabric. A sliver of skin caused his breath to stutter.
“I’m in my rut.”
The drive home proved to be difficult. Shaoyou tried to focus solely on the road but that was impossible with Hua Yong stripping off his clothes in the car's back seat.
A tie launched itself in front of Shaoyou. It landed on the gear stick. Shaoyou had looked back in worry only to see Hua Yong’s shirtless body.
He quickly focused on the road.
Wet sounds began to penetrate his ears. Orchid pheromones sweetened as it surrounded Shaoyou. It didn’t take a genius to know what Hua Yong was doing.
Shaoyou was doing as much as he could to ignore the wet sounds behind him. The loud animalistic groans coming from Hua Yong. He squeezed his thighs together when he stopped at a red light.
He was hard. Painfully hard. But there was also a weird growing wetness in his boxers.
Trying to keep himself calm for the remaining ten minute drive, he turned on the radio. A random station that talked about politics. The old man droning on and on about taxes helped Shaoyou forget a bit of his predicament until he stopped at another red light.
The car slowed to a stop. Shaoyou’s hand loosening its grip on the steering wheel when he noticed Hua Yong wasn’t making any noise anymore. He turned down the volume of the old man who had begun yelling—just then, a touch on his face caused him to flinch.
Hua Yong was sitting behind him. His strong veiny hand pulled Shaoyou’s jaw down as he shoved his other hand into his mouth.
Shaoyou’s eyes shot open wide. His knuckles turning white as he gripped at the steering wheel.
Cum.
There was cum on Hua Yong’s hand.
And he was forcibly feeding it to Shaoyou.
It should’ve disgusted him.
But he felt his cock twitch. A wet gargle left Shaoyou. Hua Yong’s long fingers rubbing against his gums, spreading the cum wherever it could reach. Shaoyou had no choice but to swallow every tiny drop.
Hua Yong pulled his hand out. It was dripping with Shaoyou’s saliva. But Shaoyou was too dazed as he pressed a slight kiss on Hua Yong’s finger. His tongue darted out to lick a little bit of cum that managed to escape his mouth.
The car felt like a hotbox stuffed with orchids and orange blossoms.
Shaoyou felt as if he couldn’t think clearly anymore.
“Good, baby.” Hua Yong whispered. “We’re almost home. Can you keep driving for me?”
“Mhm.” Shaoyou hummed. He blinked a couple of times, trying to regain his senses.
“Good. I’ll reward you once we’re there.” He lightly tapped Shaoyou’s cheek. His thumb pulled down on Shaoyou’s bottom lip before pulling away.
The rest of the drive was torture. It was only two minutes but felt like forever.
As soon as the car was parked, the two rushed out without any hesitation.
A bang against the elevator door. Shaoyou tried to keep himself calm as Hua Yong kissed him like it was his last meal. Wrists held above his head. Legs slipping between his own.
“Camera—” Shaoyou moaned just before Hua Yong captured his already sore lips into a burning kiss. Lenses stared right at them. Capturing the way Shaoyou’s back arched. The way Hua Yong tore at his buttons.
Buttons clattered to their feet. A ding of the elevator allowed them to rush out.
They didn’t part for a second. Shaoyou's hand slammed against the keypad. He struggled to press the correct numbers as Hua Yong licked and sucked at his neck.
Red marks formed on the once blank canvas.
“Hua Yong.” Shaoyou groaned. It took two more tries before the door finally beeped, granting them access. Hua Yong all but shoved him inside.
The door slammed shut as Shaoyou was unceremoniously shoved against it. His hands braced against the metal as he tried looking back. Hua Yong shoved him against it once more.
“Stay, be good for me,” Hua Yong whispered into his ears. Orchids suffocated Shaoyou. “I’ve waited too long for you. I need you now.”
Shaoyou could only close his eyes. Hands tugging and tearing at his clothes. He felt properly owned. And he wasn’t doing anything to fight back.
“Do you have to handle me so roughly?”
“Shaoyou doesn’t like it rough?” Hua Yong asked. His breath tickled Shaoyou’s ears, causing him to quickly shake his head. An amused chuckle left the enigma.
“Don’t play with me.” Shaoyou spat out.
“Hmm, there you go.” Hua Yong sighed. It was as if he was happy that Shaoyou was completely pliant to his touch. What the fuck? “I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for more.”
“You—!”
Pants dropped to the floor. Shaoyou didn’t want his first time against a door but it seemed like Hua Yong was too far gone in his rut to stop now.
There was a wet slickness dripping from Shaoyou’s ass. It dripped down his thighs. He would care more about it but it was hard when a thick cock was pushing inside his hole.
Shaoyou’s back naturally arched as he let out a groan. The stretch was unbearable. He spasmed beneath Hua Yong’s body but the enigma held him still with just one grasp on his waist.
Slowly, it pushed deep inside his virgin hole. Hua Yong sighed. A deep animalistic groan left him. He couldn’t wait.
He snapped his hips forward. Shaoyou shook with the force. The door shook as well.
Oh.
Loud, sharp cries left Shaoyou. Hua Yong had an unforgivable pace. Each thrust sent Shaoyou’s face further into the door. His lips were still parted as drool began to drip.
His ass shook and jiggled from the force of the thrust.
Hua Yong moaned at the sight.
The tapered waist in his grasp. Broad shoulders that were shaking. The bouncing ass. It was better than any dream Hua Yong had of him.
“Slow down!” Shaoyou managed to cry out but that only earned him soft kisses on his nape. Sweat dripped down his body. He felt like he was overheating.
A loud groan left them both. Hua Yong cummed deep inside Shaoyou, pulling the alpha’s waist back. His ass pushed against his hips. Shaoyou came soon after. It dripped dejectedly onto the cool tile beneath him.
As he watched his knot swell before losing itself due to having no use—he noticed he hadn’t even taken off his shoes.
Hua Yong seemed to have the same thoughts as he pulled out and kneeled down to tug off his own and Shaoyou’s shoes. Shaoyou felt an odd sense of humor at the sight.
Hua Yong’s cock was still hard.
Somehow.
“How are you still hard?” Shaoyou questioned as Hua Yong stood up in front of him.
“I didn’t knot you yet.” Hua Yong said. His hands reaching down to grip Shaoyou’s smooth thighs. Shaoyou wanted to reject the notion that he’d even allow Hua Yong to knot him when he was easily lifted into the air.
Shaoyou stared down at Hua Yong in shock as the enigma carried him to his bedroom. The enigma’s bedroom wasn’t a room he ever went into to protect Hua Yong’s own privacy.
So the fact that the room was decorated with posters and pictures of him, even a few of him sleeping, he could only stare. His face was stuck in pure shock even as Hua Yong dropped him onto the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Hua Yong asked, tilting his head.
“What’s wrong?! Are you a fanboy of me? Why do you have pictures around your room as if I’m an idol?”
Hua Yong glanced around the room before smiling. “Shaoyou is my idol.”
“You lunatic…”
His legs were pushed up. His body bending in a position he didn’t think he could do as Hua Yong slammed back inside him. Shaoyou gasped, head tilting back at the force.
Hua Yong wasn’t a gentle lover at all.
There was no wait as Hua Yong began fucking him. It was his rut, no doubt. But Shaoyou wondered if this is how he is outside of his rut.
Wet gasps left Shaoyou. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hua Yong’s cock consistently rubbed against his prostate. There wasn’t a second where it didn’t attack the sensitive spot.
Shaoyou felt overwhelmed. He didn’t see a point in asking him to slow down. Something inside wanted Hua Yong to go harder.
A gush of slick squirted out of Shaoyou, much to his shock. It caused Hua Yong to stumble a bit at the added lubricant. He stared down at Shaoyou before a mischievous expression pulled on his face.
“Shaoyou is horny.” Hua Yong whispered, capturing Shaoyou’s bottom lip into a kiss. Shaoyou wanted to refuse but he could only mewl.
Hua Yong slowed his thrust. Slow and teasing. His knot teased Shaoyou’s hole. It slipped in and slipped out. Slowly growing in size after each attempt.
Shaoyou’s toes curled. His hands reaching up to grab Hua Yong’s broad shoulders. Legs wrapped around the sinfully small waist.
The S-Class alpha took the knot. But not without a loud groan. It swelled and stretched him full. Cum being pumped deep inside him.
Their eyes landed on each other. Finally, connected as one. Hua Yong gingerly kissed Shaoyou. A softness that betrayed the intense fucking that just took place.
Shaoyou was just happy that he could finally rest.
Or so he thought.
Springs creaked. Headboard slamming against the wall. Shaoyou was on his stomach, arms held back by Hua Yong as he was fucked into like a toy. He had tried getting away and that led him here.
Hua Yong legs caging him in as he fucked him. Shaoyou had trouble keeping his eyes open. Pleasure overriding all of his senses. The only sounds leaving him was the soft whimpering of Hua Yong’s name.
Insanity. He was going to go insane from Hua Yong’s cock.
And it’s only been four hours.
How was he supposed to last the entirety of his rut?
Hua Yong released Shaoyou’s arms as he collapsed on top of the alpha. His teeth grazed Shaoyou’s nape. It was sharp, sharper than Shaoyou’s.
Too far gone in pleasure, Shaoyou didn’t realize what Hua Yong was doing until it was too late.
Teeth sunk into his gland. Blood dripped. Shaoyou’s body freezing. An alpha was never meant to take a mark. But enigmas weren’t meant to exist either.
A ghost orchid embedded itself into Shaoyou’s gland. His DNA. He was officially Hua Yong’s.
Shaoyou thought he would get a break then. However he should’ve known that a marking would’ve only excited the enigma.
If his past performance was too much, now Shaoyou felt as if he wouldn’t be able to walk after this.
His body shook. Skin slapping together filled the room as the headboard slammed against the wall. It felt like the bed was beginning to collapse from the force.
Hua Yong reached forward, resting his hands on the headboard as he slammed into Shaoyou’s sore, slicked hole. His fingers dug into the wood—it slowly weakened against his grip.
Wood cracked. Hua Yong broke the headboard. The broken wood began to fall onto the bed. Shaoyou tried pushing away from the shards that threatened to poke his skin.
The ever so wife-obsessed enigma noticed quickly. He reluctantly pulled out of the tight heat that was covered in his cum. His hands pulled Shaoyou off the bed as he carried him off to the living room.
He dropped Shaoyou on the edge of the couch, his legs being held in his grasp. Shaoyou gasped as Hua Yong thrusted inside. It felt more forceful with each thrust into his tight heat.
“Too much…” Shaoyou groaned out. His throat was dry. He wanted to rest but his body was somehow wanting more. A hot and heavy heat grew in his belly.
More. He needed more.
Was this from the mark?
Shaoyou didn’t know what day it was after Hua Yong knotted him on the couch. Days bleed together as he was continually fucked anywhere around the house.
Bathroom. Kitchen. Dining room. Balcony.
Nowhere was safe.
Each fucking ended with a knot inside of him. Hua Yong’s knots always lasted thirty minutes to an hour. Cum constantly pumping deep inside Shaoyou.
It might’ve been the fifth day, who could tell, when Hua Yong was finally lucid enough to speak properly. Throughout the rut, his only activity was to fuck Shaoyou and make sure he eats.
That’s as much as he did.
Shaoyou whimpered. He was knotted once more, sitting on Hua Yong’s lap. Hua Yong gently rubbed his stomach. He had been doing that constantly as well.
“Shaoyou,” Hua Yong whispered. His nose grazed the orchid branding etched onto his alpha’s nape. “You should quit.”
“Hm?” Shaoyou blinked. He was hardly lucid. “You… don’t want me anymore?”
“That’s not it.” Hua Yong swiftly answered. He gently pushed Shaoyou back a bit so the alpha could look him in the eye. “You don’t need to work anymore. I can take care of you.”
“Take care of me?”
“Mhm. Besides, it’ll be safer for you and the baby.”
“…. Baby…?”
Six weeks later Shaoyou got a positive on the pregnancy test.
He swiftly slapped Hua Yong’s shoulder in anger. Though it hardly had any force in it. He didn’t want to hurt the enigma.
Shaoyou was hesitant to quit. “I don’t want to rely on you.” He muttered. It was in his alpha nature to lead and provide. To be the one needing protection gave him a weird feeling in his stomach.
Beside the growing baby.
Hua Yong wrapped his arms around Shaoyou. He gazed at the alpha through the bathroom mirror in front of them. “Don’t worry, Shaoyou. I want to protect you, take care of you, pamper you. I worry for you. You’ve taken care of me for five years, let me return the favor.”
Shaoyou sighed. “Okay… after the baby reaches a healthy age I’ll get back to working.”
Hua Yong simply nodded his head. He’d let Shaoyou believe that. No need to hurt his alpha’s feelings now.
Sheng Shaoyou quitting was a shock to Hua Yong’s fanbase when they noticed he wasn’t in videos anymore. They worried for Hua Yong, not knowing that Hua Yong was happy to keep Shaoyou all to himself.
MingMing: 天啊 小花 孤独吗？ (Oh god, little flower, are you lonely?)
Chi1993: 可怜的花！(poor flower!)
Xingqiu: 啊啊啊 别担心 小花！有我们！(don’t worry, little flower, you have us!)
Ocean: 他不在乎你 花咏还好 (he doesn’t care about you, he’s fine)
Xingqiu: ocean 你太卑鄙了 (ocean, you’re so mean)
Chi1993: 呃 小花看起来不伤心 (hm, little flower doesn’t look sad)
MingMing: 啊 是的呢 他看起来很开心 (that’s right, he looks very happy)
Chi1993: 经理现在是小花的妻子吗？(is the manager now his wife?)
MingMing: 呜呜呜呜 我想去他们的婚礼 (wuwuwu, I wanted to go to the wedding)
Ocean: 你可以去baby shower (you can go to the baby shower)
Xingqiu: ？！什么？！怎么知道？(what?! How do you know?)
Chi1993: 他们不是都是alpha吗？(aren’t they both alphas?)
MingMing: 谁怀孕了？ (who got pregnant?)
“Wenlang, you’re up next.” Gao Tu called out.
Shen Wenlang let out an amused laugh. He turned off his phone and fixed his mic. Hua Yong was a damn lunatic.
He hoped Sheng Shaoyou knew just who he was mated to.
Hua Yong gently rubbed his finger across Shaoyou’s belly. While he wouldn’t show, there was a bit of weight gain in his body already at four months. Shaoyou was lethargic nowadays.
He mostly slept. Even when Hua Yong came home after his activities, Shaoyou would often be in the same spot he left him in.
Shaoyou’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. Hua Yong released his pheromones into the bedroom. Like clockwork, Shaoyou calmed.
Hua Yong moved Shaoyou to a bigger apartment. When Shaoyou asked how he got the money to afford it, Hua Yong just said he was getting a good amount of royalties from his songs.
No matter who he was the son of. How he acquired this money was of no business to Shaoyou. He just needed to let Hua Yong take care of him.
A soft fluttering kiss on Shaoyou’s bottom lip caused the alpha to awaken slightly. He stared up at the enigma who was slightly hovering over him. The moonlight shining down on him.
His eyes widened slightly in recognition.
“Those weren’t dreams, were they?” Shaoyou whispered, his voice low and groggy from just waking up.
Hua Yong only smiled. “I thought of what we should name our son.” He said, smoothly changing the topic. Shaoyou didn’t fight it. “Hua Sheng.”
Shaoyou gave him a slight smile. He reached up and brought Hua Yong down for a soft lingering kiss. There was no need to deepen it. Their hunger was fully satisfied with what they had right now.
“It’s nice. I like it.”
Hua Yong leaned forward and buried his face into Shaoyou’s scent gland.
At that moment, any problems Shaoyou might’ve had was pushed far into his head.
He could forget the red flags.
He was all too happy to be Hua Yong’s. No matter how he got here.
Even if he had the sneaking suspicion that Hua Yong purposefully forced himself into a rut to claim him.