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fourteen. possessive sex / omegaverse
Pond is standing in the middle of a dance floor, P’Golf instructing him and Phuwin on how he wants their first kiss to go. It’s dark, with flashing lights, and Pond is scenting fifteen things at once-- betas and alphas and omegas all working together on this production, a headache-inducing clash of dynamics coming together in a melting pot.
It’s not his first time filming a series, but it’s his first time with Phuwin, a career actor and rising star at GMMTV that P’Golf paired with him, who happens to be a beta.
Pond is an alpha, and it feels safer that way.
There’s some pairs that share traditional dynamic partnerships, along with one particularly scandalous alpha/alpha pairing in BrightWin that has shaken the world during Covid and propelled GMMTV to the forefront of BL series, an explosion of opportunity coming for all of them. Pond’s even enticed his beta friend from school on board, Dunk, who has recently been paired up himself.
Phuwin, however, is confusing.
Pond’s heard whispers he’s only a beta because he hasn’t presented yet, still to hit his dynamic puberty, and that checks out-- he smells like nothing, an absence of scent, and it makes Pond’s head pound. He relies on scent to navigate situations and having nothing to go by bar what he can see and hear and touch is… difficult.
There’s a chemistry there, enough that P’Golf pulled him away from Winny and pushed him to Phuwin, and Pond isn’t mad about it. Phuwin has a rounded, youthful face and a sharp tongue, despite being only seventeen. It’s phi this and phi that, eager to please and to learn.
“So, you need to tilt your head, and remember the camera is here, so don’t move in front of it, or put your arm or hand over too much of his face, okay?” P’Golf is saying to Phuwin, who is staring at Pond, nodding seriously. He’s so nervous, even Pond can pick up on that without scent, and he tries to be reassuring, tries to scent something, anything back to him to calm him, but it’s like smashing into a brick wall.
P’Golf pushes their heads together and Pond’s kissing him, trying to remember to keep his eyes closed and invoke the spirit of Pi, the dental student he’s embodying for this production, who has been in love with Mork from afar for years, finally given the chance to be in his world and become his beloved. The script is stupid but Pond likes the paycheck and he wants more opportunities, and understands this is where it starts.
Phuwin’s stiff underneath Pond’s mouth, lips barely moving, and he sighs to himself. I forgot this is Phuwin’s first kiss. He remembers Phuwin admitting it to him not long after the table read.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he said as they walked to the elevator, his parents waiting downstairs at the cafe. Pond had smiled, patting his shoulder.
“I’ll take care of you, nong.”
The thing is, he isn’t lying. He feels responsible for Phuwin, the underaged beta he’s supposed to be in love with, paired to for however long this ship can sail, and it’s in his best interests to keep Phuwin happy.
So he does his best, tries to make Phuwin comfortable despite not being able to scent him, and doesn’t ask too many questions about why he’s presenting so late.
After FUTS comes out, and the fans love it and love them, P’Tha approaches them and asks them if they want to do a high school series about a rich hotel heir and a poor fisherboy who is made his bodyguard. It sounds intriguing, and P’Jo is the director attached.
Pond is a bit nervous-- he knows P’Jo from 3 Will Be Free and The Player, hearing that he’s casting for a stripper series called Mama Gogo as well.
“It’s going to be more mature, P’Jo likes good physical chemistry from his pairs,” P’Tha says to them in his office late one afternoon.
Phuwin has just turned eighteen, and Pond is twenty, so they’re a little older and more worn in than they were when they were cast for FUTS.
“Sounds good,” Phuwin says eagerly, smiling at Pond, who nods and agrees. If Phuwin’s wanting to commit, then so can Pond.
Casting and filming the trailer goes fine-- then everything gets put on hold as Covid’s stranglehold sets in, and they move into a holding pattern, as the months march on.
Phuwin still hasn’t presented, and Pond just makes peace with the fact he’ll be staying a beta. Nobody presents this late, and it removes a large headache if he presents as an alpha, and everything that would come with those dynamics.
It isn’t until they’ve finally started filming Never Let Me Go, their high school mafia series, and Phuwin has been acting strangely-- a lot flirtier than usual, which Pond puts to hamming it up for the cameras on set to collect behind the scenes footage.
He’s so endeared to Phuwin now, Palm’s emotions mixing with his own until he can’t find where he ends and where Palm begins some days-- dangerous, so very risky given their profession.
Phuwin climbs onto his lap as they get ready to film an NC, dancing and pretending to strip for the cameras to Fire Boy, and Pond is shaken. Who is this kid? So open with it, his skin warm and soft against Pond’s, the memory and taste of his mouth lingering in that space in his chest that’s rapidly carving itself out for his feelings for Phuwin.
Feelings? What feelings. He’s a beta, he’s not interested, he’s straight, he’s-- his mind spins.
Then, Pond’s nose pricks, and he inhales deeply as Phuwin gets off him, laughing and clapping, as P’Jo pushes him to the other side of the bed, giving him direction for the next scene.
Scent. Finally, his hindbrain keens, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales deeply. It’s definitely coming from Phuwin. It’s sharp, and tangy, and Pond wants more.
P’Jo calls for blocking, and Pond has to shove it down, and be professional, but when he kisses Phuwin with a little more enthusiasm than normal, it’s easy to play it off. He has to think of his grandparents fucking to will away his erection, and it takes everything in him not to snarl at P’Jo when he comes over after the scene is done, to help them reset to get another angle.
Phuwin’s cheeks and neck are flushed, and the make up team dab at him. “Are you feeling okay, Phu Phu? Did Pond make you a little too hot?” one of them jokes. Phuwin smiles and laughs, and they re-set the scene, and begin shooting again.
Phuwin’s skin is getting hotter, and Pond’s hand slides on the sweat that begins to coat him, as they make out, hitting their marks and trying to be their characters.
Pond’s hyper attuned to Phuwin now, and can smell the pricks of fear on his scent. He doesn’t know what’s happening to him-- he’s going into heat, his mind supplies.
Heat? He can’t be going into heat. Heat… heat means… Pond struggles to finish the sentence.
Heat means omega, which means Pond and Phuwin are in a world of fucking trouble.
They make it through two more takes of the scene before Phuwin is visibly sweating and can’t hide his distress anymore, and Pond’s alpha can’t stand the clashing dynamics of everyone on set any longer.
“Alright that’s enough for today,” he demands, sitting up, shirtless and hair ruffled from Phuwin’s desperate fingers.
P’Jo peers at Phuwin, and clucks his tongue. He’s a beta, and they can’t usually smell scents, but it’s clear what’s happening, as Phuwin hugs himself, rocking a little, his face red and hair sticking to his forehead. “Is he finally presenting? Now?”
“It looks like. We’ll go back to our hotel room and I’ll help him through it. I don’t know how long this is going to take,” Pond says, getting off the bed. Phuwin curls up into a ball, cuddling a pillow, whimpering. There’s a wet patch on the back of his shorts, which is the final nail in the coffin.
Omega.
“This is going to set us back days,” P’Jo says, but Pond doesn’t care. He leans in close, blocking Phuwin from them all, mouth by his ear.
“We need to go back to our room, okay? I’ve got you. Nobody will hurt you,” he says.
Phuwin lets out a low moan, feverish eyes looking up at Pond. “I’m an omega, aren’t I?” he says, voice cracking. Pond nods, his mouth tracing a line along Phuwin’s cheek as he talks.
“You are. And I’m your alpha. I won’t let anyone near you.”
Phuwin licks his lips and tilts his neck upwards, and Pond has to squeeze his eyes shut to resist with every bone in his body. He will not mark him here, and Phuwin doesn’t understand what he’s asking.
“Let’s go,” Pond says, grabbing Phuwin’s wrist and tugging him upright, slinging Phuwin’s arm around his neck and wrapping his hand around Phuwin’s waist. Someone has their backpacks ready and he grabs them, and they’re exiting the set, Pond charging them along to the pathway that leads to their rooms. It was more cost effective to stay in the resort for a few days, and Pond has never been more grateful.
He gets them inside, and Phuwin’s clawing at Pond’s shirt, sucking at his neck, his skin clammy and sweaty, overheating.
“Pond, I need you,” Phuwin whines, and Pond’s hands shake as he locks the door and tries to think. Phuwin’s pheromones are pumping, his body in overdrive as his first heat threatens to overtake them, and Pond gets the windows shut and turns on the air conditioner, trying to push past Phuwin to get water bottles from the fridge nearby.
“Pond, why are you ignoring me?” Phuwin sobs, and Pond drops the bottles and whirls around, coming straight to Phuwin, drawing him in and kissing him. He drowns in the smell of Phuwin’s heat, the alpha taking over, like a tiny lighthouse in the middle of a tsunami, unable to stop.
He strips Phuwin down to nothing, shoving at his own clothes, and gets them on the bed, blanketing Phuwin, immediately mouthing at his scent gland, almost mad with the desire to bite, to mate them together.
“Fuck me, knot me, come in me, fill me up,” Phuwin begs, legs wide, trying to fumble for Pond’s cock to get him inside. Pond shudders, batting Phuwin away and taking himself in hand, lining up and pushing in, the slick soaking Phuwin’s legs and ass, and already making a large patch on the bed.
Pond slides home in one push, Phuwin’s insides burning hot, and so fucking good, clutching at his cock, demanding all of him and more.
Everything about this is wrong, Pond thinks dimly at the back of his mind as he fucks Phuwin senseless, licking and sucking at his scent gland, barely able to hold himself back. It’s his first heat, we haven’t discussed any rules, we’re not using protection, I’m probably going to end up biting him and making so many problems…
He feels his orgasm building, his knot beginning to swell, and Phuwin’s eyes get wide as he feels Pond widening inside him.
“W-what is that?” he gasps, nails digging into Pond’s shoulders.
“My knot. I’m going to come inside you, just like you wanted. We’ll be stuck together for a while after,” Pond grits out, his hips pumping, reaching for Phuwin’s cock.
Phuwin comes immediately the second Pond touches him, coating his fingers, and Pond loses it, coming hard, his knot completely inflating, sealing them together.
Phuwin groans, wriggling on it, and Pond chokes, the feel almost too much.
Fucking someone in a heat as an alpha usually ends up triggering his rut, and he’s worried once that happens he’ll completely lose control.
“Phuwin, I need you to listen to me,” he says, wincing as Phuwin rolls his hips, looking up at Pond, eyes dark.
“What?”
“I’m probably going to go into my rut soon. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I will probably bite you and mate us together,” Pond says.
“I want you to bite me. I’ve always wanted to be your omega. Want to have your babies. Fill me up until I can’t avoid getting pregnant,” Phuwin says.
Pond’s jaw drops. Such filth. “You don’t mean that. You’re just saying it because you’re in heat. But that’s fine. I just… I’m sorry if I bite you. We can find someone to help us break the bond. It’ll suck but it can be done.”
Phuwin glares at him. “Why are you saying such hateful things to me? Don’t you want to be mated to me?”
“Of course I do, but… you can’t make this decision right now, you’re in heat, I just--”
Pond’s cut off as Phuwin kisses him, and begins to ride himself on Pond’s knot, cock hard again.
“You won’t break the bond, I won’t let you. And if you don’t bite me, I’ll fucking bite you. I’m getting what I want,” he snaps.
Pond knows it’s the heat talking, but fuck if he doesn’t want to melt into a puddle hearing Phuwin so aggressive about being kept by him forever.
It makes that possessive needy part of him howl, and he kisses Phuwin deeply, licking into his mouth, Phuwin’s fingers tangling in his hair.
Phuwin uses the heel of his foot and pushes it painfully into Pond’s lower back, forcing his cock deeper, moaning so loudly Pond almost wants to slap his hand over Phuwin’s mouth.
“More,” he demands, and Pond nods, and begins to thrust.
Sometime between round two and four his rut kicks in, and everything becomes a blurred smear. He bites Phuwin during round three, hard enough to draw blood, but Phuwin bays and comes all over himself as Pond does it, the satisfied yessssssssss thrumming through their fragile new connection, Pond wanting to cry.
You’ve fucking done it now, stupid, he cries, somewhere deep inside himself, where he’s still there despite the madness of the rut. Phuwin will never forgive you once his heat has broken.
Round five sees Phuwin barely able to produce any more come, and there’s so much gushing out his hole every time Pond’s knot deflates the bed is saturated, to the point where it’s begun to drip down the sides.
“We… need to shower,” Pond says, fumbling for his phone, tapping to open the HEATGRAB app-- specially created by Grab for those in the middle of a heat or rut, so they just have to press a button and a beta comes to deliver a specialist package of food and electrolytes to recharge, along with wound care and muscle relaxants for recovery. He manages to get an order in, before gathering Phuwin up on shaky legs and staggering into the bathroom.
They sit on the bottom of the shower, hot water beating down on their bruised and abused bodies, and the heat has been satiated enough Pond can see the marks all over Phuwin, his neck still bleeding a little from the savage bite, bruises and knicks all over his pale skin.
Once they’ve cleaned themselves up, Pond wiping Phuwin’s abused hole as gently as he can, come still leaking from him. Pond then wraps Phuwin in a towel and deposits him on the spare bed, yanking the sheets off and dumping them in a corner, hoping the bed will dry out before housekeeping visits tomorrow.
Their delivery arrives by the time Pond has applied cream to both of their wounds, and they scarf down their food and drain Gatorades. Pond groans, rubbing his face, feeling his rut begin to stoke again, deep in his gut. Phuwin looks at him, bags under his eyes, but the smile he gives Pond is pure happiness. “More,” he says, reaching for Pond with grabby hands, and Pond moves into his embrace, kissing him, pushing off the towels and sliding back inside, moaning at how good and right it feels.
Rounds six and seven are more painful than anything, and finally, at four am, as Pond comes almost dry inside Phuwin, the rut breaks, shattering like a glass mirror, Pond coming back in control of himself immediately.
He looks down at Phuwin, whose face is red and sweaty, lips and cheeks coated in spit from Pond’s sloppy kisses, and Phuwin pats him, as Pond dips down to scent him.
His scent has stablised, his heat seemingly having broken as well.
“I think we’re done,” Pond rasps, his voice all kinds of fucked up, as he pulls his cock out of Phuwin’s hole, come gushing out after it. Sighing, he sits back on his haunches, looking at Phuwin, who gazes up at him.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I had controlled myself better,” Pond says, feeling disgusted with himself.
Phuwin clucks his tongue, and reaches for Pond.
“I told you this is what I’ve wanted for a long time. Believe my words,” Phuwin says, squeezing his face.
“We need to get you emergency birth control. You’ll get pregnant off the amount of come I put in you.”
Phuwin shrugs cheekily. “Let’s roll the dice,” he says.
“Absolutely fucking not. You’ve just turned eighteen. Your parents will kill me. Your heat’s still talking. You’ll kill me if I knock you up.”
Phuwin whines, pulling Pond closer to him. “Let’s just see what happens,” he says. Pond rolls his eyes.
“You’re being insane. Look-- if you want kids, we can talk about that later, once we’ve been together for a while, and are older. But not right now. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, and so do I,” Pond says, kissing Phuwin gently on the corner of his mouth.
He pouts, but sighs and nods. “You’re right. Babies right now is dumb. Get the meds.”
“Already ordered them. They’ll be here soon.”
“Okay. But don’t be regretful about us, okay? This is the best,” Phuwin says.
Pond still doesn’t entirely believe him, but he burrows into Phuwin’s embrace, and scents him, drowning in it. He can trust a scent.
And right now all Phuwin’s scent is saying is happyrighthome. So, okay then.