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Sunghoon really doesn’t mean to snoop.
It’s not his fault.
His eyes wander up from Heeseung’s laptop over to the omega who’s laying on his stomach, controller in hand and gaze glued to the television. He’s playing some fighting game that Sunghoon knows nothing about, but can’t help but pay attention to anyways. It’s entertaining to watch Heeseung play, and usually Sunghoon would be laid back, hands propped behind his head as he watches Heeseung’s expressions—the scrunch of his nose when he loses or the way he pokes his tongue out when he’s trying to focus. Sometimes he’d scroll on his phone, sometimes he’d bother Heeseung until he finally got his omega all to himself.
Today, however, Sunghoon has a paper due, and his laptop is all the way in his backpack which he had thrown in the living room the second he got home. He was too lazy to go get it, so instead, he asked Heeseung if he’d be able to just use his.
That’s how he got here, half hard from where he lies on the bed, eyes trailing over Heeseung’s ass as he tries to wrap his head around what greeted him the second he opened the lid to the laptop.
It’s a Reddit page—and Sunghoon is no stranger to Reddit, but he hadn’t known that Heeseung was into it all like that. He supposes that he should’ve expected it since his omega is obsessed with gaming and Reddit is the perfect place to talk about games. It doesn’t matter since the subreddit that Heeseung was last looking at has nothing to do with video games and everything to do with something else—something that makes Sunghoon’s ears burn a bright red and his cock strain heavily in his pants.
The subreddit is called r/everything-NSFW and the post that Heeseung had last been reading is titled How to Ask My Alpha to Piss on Me.
Sunghoon had wanted to close the laptop the second that he read it, suddenly feeling like he was invading a very personal part of Heeseung’s brain, but his eyes had inevitably begun taking in all of the information that the Redditor had posted. He can’t help himself as he continues down the page, consuming the entire post with little to no remorse.
Hi everyone! This is my (23M-O) first time posting on Reddit and this is a throwaway account since my alpha (25M-A) consistently uses Reddit and follows my real account. I am writing this post because I recently came across an omega that had been very vocal about allowing their alpha to claim them in a different way than just bites and scenting. I was intrigued, so I looked it up and lo and behold—there’s an entire community of omegas who allow their alphas to stake their claim by pissing on them during sex.
Now, I know that to a lot of people, this idea might sound gross, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. There’s just something so sexy about my alpha being so possessive over me that he’d piss all over me just to get his scent to stick.
With that being said, I have no idea how to ask him. I’m afraid that he’ll think it’s weird or something. Any advice?
Also, does anyone know why the thought of this is so arousing?
Sunghoon’s cock stirs. He reads over the post a few more times, eyes drifting between the laptop screen and Heeseung’s soft form that’s splayed across the bed. He imagines his omega—all embarrassed and bashful—looking up ways to ask Sunghoon if he could…piss on him. He wonders if Heeseung’s cheeks were red and if his pussy was slicking up at just the thought of it. He hopes that his arousal isn’t evident in his scent—hopes that Heeseung isn’t able to pick up on just how turned on he is right now.
He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he reads through the threads of responses. He stops on a specific one that catches his attention.
> Honestly, you should just ask your alpha. A good partner wouldn’t judge even if it’s something that they’re not into. Plus, who says that he’s not into it? It’s not exactly uncommon for alphas to want to claim their omegas inside the bedroom, and pissing on you is just another extension of marking or scenting you. It’s probably arousing to you because whether people want to admit it or not, it’s hardwired into our biological make up. Alphas want to claim. Omegas want to be claimed. Even if you’re not someone who is normally possessive, sometimes those primal urges can come out when you’re really comfortable with your mate. Your omega wants to be claimed more overtly and there’s nothing wrong with that! Hope the conversation goes well.
Sunghoon’s brain goes blank. He’s pretty sure he stares at the screen for hours on end, but when his eyes shift back into focus he realizes that it’s only been two minutes.
Is this what Heeseung wants him to do?
It’s not like Sunghoon isn’t possessive over his omega—if anything, he is. He’s more than possessive over Heeseung, but he’s kept it reeled in, not wanting to scare him away. To know that Heeseung wants it too…it’s incredible. Sunghoon thinks back on their entire relationship, on the way that Heeseung always insists to wear his clothes and to be scented, how he always loves it when Sunghoon leaves marks on his neck after a passionate night. He feels stupid to not have realized it before.
And with the Reddit screen illuminating his face in the darkness of their bedroom, Sunghoon decides that he’s done being stupid.
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The next week flies by and Sunghoon does nothing.
He isn’t sure how to approach the subject with Heeseung. It’d be weird to just outwardly ask if he could piss on him, and the last thing he wants is to make his omega uncomfortable. He does spend some time looking up ways to approach this—which is ironic in itself—but he finds nothing. Or, he actually found a lot, but still hasn’t built up the courage to actually employ any of it. The response that he read on Heeseung’s laptop still bounces around in his head.
That random person had made some really great points. This isn’t uncommon, Sunghoon learned that through the sheer amount of research that he did, and wanting it isn’t weird. It’s biology, it’s fine.
Plus, Heeseung clearly wants this, has probably wanted it for a while. He hasn’t come to Sunghoon about it, which definitely means that he’s going through the same thing as the alpha—torn between just asking and not approaching the subject at all.
Sunghoon doesn’t know. He stirs the ramyeon slowly, eyes watching as the steam curls up and fogs over his glasses.
He should just ask Heeseung.
He knows that the omega wants it, knows that he’s thought about it enough to look it up on Reddit, of all places.
He lets out a sigh, killing the heat beneath the pot and bringing it over to their small dinner table. Heeseung is in the shower, claiming to have felt disgusting after his long day at work. Sunghoon had only hummed, mind still elsewhere, even as Heeseung rubbed himself all against him, scenting him in a way that comforts the both of them.
The sweetness of his scent still lingers, the light, airy cotton candy that always gets him dizzy with how tantalizing it is. Sunghoon doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but it’s affecting him a lot more intensely than it usually does, making his mouth water like he’s craving it all day.
Except, he has been craving it—craving Heeseung—all day. He feels like a man starving, like he’d gone through his own day counting down the minutes of when he’d be able to come home and see his omega. He listens intently, sighing in relief when the sound of the water stops and the door to the bathroom creaks open.
Heeseung is toweling his hair as he walks through the hallway, and when he comes into the kitchen, Sunghoon nearly melts. His omega looks beautiful, like he’s stolen all of the sun’s light and cast it on himself. There’s nothing that could ever compete with his charm. His blond hair is a shade darker now, still damp from his shower. There’s a pretty pink flushed high on his cheeks, lips swollen and glistening like he just applied chapstick. Sunghoon’s eyes move further down his body—past the oversized shirt that hangs off his frame—and land on the way it looks like he’s not wearing anything beneath.
The omega runs a hand through his hair, shaking out any excess water, and as he does so, Sunghoon realizes two things; one, the shirt is his, and two, Heeseung is wearing nothing but black lace panties underneath.
Sunghoon moves across the kitchen in a flash, hands immediately wrapping themselves around Heeseung’s lithe waist, pulling him close enough that their chests touch. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, but he’s unable to control himself as he begins scenting Heeseung relentlessly, thinking that his sweet scent would smell much better with Sunghoon’s own to compliment it.
“Sunghoon–” Heeseung yelps, words cutting off into a moan as Sunghoon’s hands move lower, palming at his ass after pulling him impossibly closer.
Sunghoon doesn’t say anything, a low rumble starting in his chest as he inhales the sweetness of Heeseung—the sickeningly sweet sugar, the mouth watering vanilla. He’s driven by primal desire, wanting people to know that this omega is his, that nobody else could ever have him like this.
“Mine,” Sunghoon says, feeling desire take over his body. It burns brighter than any fire, coming to the forefront of his mind and begging him to take Heeseung—to claim him like nobody else could. His lips find the mating claim, sucking on it harshly as he bites and nibbles, licking the flesh and surrounding the gland beneath it with his scent.
“S-Sunghoon!” Heeseung says, moaning again, but still attempting to push him away. “The food is gonna get cold!”
Sunghoon doesn’t care. He feels like he’s underwater, cotton surrounding him all around as he stakes his claim, rubbing his half hard cock against Heeseung, making him feel what he’s done to him. He’s seconds away from getting on his knees and devouring Heeseung like he’s been deprived, when the words register.
Dinner is on the table. He’s acting irrationally—purely driven by primal desire and need to mark and claim his omega.
He lets go of Heeseung, taking a deep breath as he looks up at his omega.
“I’m sorry,” he says, breathless as he walks towards the table and pulls a chair out for Heeseung.
The omega smiles shyly, cheeks looking even more flushed and eyes dazed, and that look makes Sunghoon relax. Heeseung isn’t put off by his sudden flash of possessiveness, but instead appears to be preening. Almost like he’s been waiting for this.
“It’s okay. I like it when you’re possessive over me. I like that side of you,” he says, and the words throw Sunghoon in for a loop, because it’s the first time that Heeseung has verbally acknowledged actually liking it when Sunghoon claims him.
In the past, by different partners, he’s been called overprotective. Jealous. Possessive. All in negative ways—but Heeseung, he wants that.
Wants it so badly that he’s willing to let Sunghoon to piss on him.
Dinner drags.
Sunghoon can’t really focus on anything else that isn’t his omega. His eyes don’t leave Heeseung, even as they eat and have quiet, shared conversations. Heeseung tells him about his students—he’s an English teacher—explaining that they gave him a hard time today. He seems tired, eyes glazed over and movements slow. Sunghoon watches him as he eats, scent warming into something more comfortable and warm as he feels pride swell in his chest. There’s something that feels good about watching his omega eat the food that he’s prepared, to watch him be his complete self with no barrier between them.
Heeseung’s talking about something else—something unrelated to work—when Sunghoon interrupts him.
“I’ve been drinking more water recently,” he says, as casually as possible. He leans back in his chair and takes a sip of water, just to make a point.
Heeseung hums in acknowledgement, none the wiser. “That’s good. You need to stay hydrated.”
It would be easier if hydration was the main reason as to why he’s suddenly been so anal about his water intake. Heeseung goes back to talking and they pass over the conversation just like that. Sunghoon doesn’t stop thinking about all the ways he could put his bladder to use in ways that don’t involve using the toilet. They finish up dinner quickly after that, Heeseung immediately picking up their bowls and placing them into the sink. Sunghoon watches him as he begins washing the dishes, inhaling sharply when he bends down and Sunghoon gets a flash of his ass.
The urge to claim him hasn’t gone away. Seeing his omega in his clothes, washing the dishes in nothing but a pair of cheeky panties, and knowing that he wants to be claimed does something to him. Sunghoon really can’t help himself. He imagines their pup running around, Heeseung pregnant with their second, swollen and round and his.
It hasn’t always been like this. He’s been obsessed with Heeseung from the second they met, but he’s never felt the need to establish his dominance, to force his omega to know just who exactly he belongs to. It’s something primal—unfamilar, but not unwelcomed—that makes him need this.
He doesn’t waste another second as he pushes his chair out, standing from the table and pressing Heeseung against the sink. His body completely covers Heeseung, half hard cock snuggled nicely against his ass. He doesn’t hide the lust underlying his musky scent, doesn’t stop himself from wrapping his hands around Heeseung’s waist and allowing them to slip inside of his panties. He doesn’t stop himself when his fingers dip lower, running through the seam of Heeseung’s cunt and threatening to push inside of him.
He smells it then, Heeseung’s heady arousal—the sweet cotton candy turning burnt, cloying in a way that only makes Sunghoon want to get lost in him.
“Sunghoon—what’s gotten into you?” Heeseung asks, breathless as he drops the dishes into the sink, breath hitches as a tiny bit of slick dampens the alpha’s finger tips.
“You look fucking incredible, washing my dishes, wearing my clothes, smelling like me. Everyone knows who’s omega you are, right, baby?” Sunghoon asks, completely in a daze, head filled with fog and drunk off of the scent of omega and arousal.
And he feels the way that Heeseung melts into him, body folding against the sink as he attempts to press himself closer to his alpha. Sunghoon growls lowly, the sound possessive and primal—deep in nature. He doesn’t want to hold back anymore.
“A-Alpha,” Heeseung stammers, voice already sounding watery and soft—like he’s been set off just from the overwhelming pheromones that Sunghoon has been pushing out. The sound is so broken, so wanting, that Sunghoon throws caution to the wind, no longer able to control his instincts that are begging him to truly make this omega his.
He wants to get Heeseung deep into that mindset—that place that only needs his alpha, that only allows him to want. He wants his omega dripping for him, aching for it, wanting so desperately to be claimed. He closes his eyes and thinks about it, about his omega covered in his come and piss, his backside a complete mess from where he’s still trying to present.
The images flash behind his eyelids, and when he opens his eyes, he’s already half way to Heeseung’s neck, feeling the flesh in between his teeth and biting down as hard as he can. The metallic tang of blood instantly floods his mouth, but he doesn’t care. He continues to lap at it like a man possessed, fingers still teasing and prodding at Heeseung’s pussy, but never fully sinking in. The arousal goes to his head, making him feel dizzy off of the taste and feel of his omega. It’s incredible, the rush that passes through him, the carnal urge to break even more skin, to mark him in more ways than just this.
He feels his omega slump against him as he lets out a loud cry, moaning out and clinging to the edge of the sink. He’s pinned against it, completely helpless and unable to get out of Sunghoon’s hold no matter how hard he tries, but he doesn’t care. Arousal pools deep in his belly, cunt producing more and more slick the longer that Sunghoon stays attached to him.
When Sunghoon reluctantly pulls away from his neck, he feels the utmost level of pride swell in his chest. Heeseung’s neck is red and raw, blood oozing from the bite mark and mixing in with Sunghoon’s salvia. His lips feel swollen and he watches as a string of red tinged saliva snaps the second he disconnects from the omega.
As much as he doesn’t want to, Sunghoon pulls his hands out of Heeseung’s panties and instead rests them on his lower belly. Heeseung lets out a sad whine, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that makes Sunghoon want to take him right here. Instead, he inhales sharply, taking a deep, calming breath.
“You’re gonna be a good omega for me,” he starts, warm breath causing goosebumps to erupt all over the back of Heeseung’s neck. “You’re going to finish these dishes–”
“Sunghoon, please,” Heeseung begs, cutting the alpha off and turning around. His hands are still wet from the water, but he clings on to Sunghoon’s shirt anyways.
Sunghoon makes a reprimanding sound, “Don’t be a brat, omega. Be good for your alpha and I promise to give you everything you want.” He brings a hand up, thumb grazing over Heeseung’s bottom lip before he leans in and gives him a kiss. His hand moves down to the nape of his neck, pressing down on the bite and groaning softly. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”
Heeseung lets out a light moan, eyes already watering with tears accompanied by that faraway look that he gets whenever Sunghoon has worked extra hard to make his brain feel like mush. He nods slowly, mourning the loss when Sunghoon reluctantly lets go of him and disappears into their bedroom.
It takes around twenty minutes for Heeseung to finish the dishes. In the meantime, Sunghoon drinks two more bottles of water and gets started on the third. There’s something so arousing about the fact that Heeseung has no idea what he’s doing—has no clue what his plan for tonight actually entails. There’s a part of his brain that urges him to talk to Heeseung about it, just to be sure, but there’s a bigger part of his brain that has convinced him of one thing.
Heeseung wants this, doesn’t even care about having the conversation, otherwise, it would have probably already been had. There might be some flaws in his thinking, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t feel logical or rational right now, doesn’t want to stop and think about the specifics.
He’s aching in his jeans, and it takes all of his will power not to pathetically reach into their laundry basket and get off with a pair of Heeseung’s panties wrapped around his cock. It takes everything in him not to barge back into the kitchen and rail Heeseung right there against the sink. No, he won’t rush into this, not yet. He wants Heeseung soft and pliant for him, wants him to be floating and dazed, unable to do anything except take what Sunghoon gives him.
He wants Heeseung more submissive than he’s ever been—solely focused on pleasing. Sunghoon swallows thickly, the thought turning him on more than he expects. He checks over himself in the mirror, tucking his length into his waistband in a measly attempt to conceal just how desperate he is for this.
When Sunghoon steps back into the kitchen, the sight that he’s met with instantly causes his mouth to water, instincts rushing into overdrive. The dishes are all clean, sitting idly on the drying rack, but Heeseung is nowhere near the sink.
Instead, he’s on his knees, posture in a perfect bow, hands clasped neatly on his thighs. At the sound of Sunghoon’s footsteps, he looks up, eyes wide and watery from where they meet the alpha’s.
Sunghoon’s breath hitches. He’s never seen anyone as beautiful as his omega—has never seen anything this perfect. His cock twitches and he wastes no more time, cupping Heeseung’s chin in between his thumb and finger, grazing over his plush bottom lip. Heeseung lets out a quiet moan, opening his mouth without needing to be asked, tongue lolling out beneath the weight of Sunghoon’s thumb.
“Oh…” Sunghoon says, feeling his rationale slip further away the more he’s surrounded by Heeseung’s intoxicating scent. His arousal is palpable, almost as real as honey dripping on Sunghoon’s tongue. He can taste it, that sweet, rich scent, can smell the way it weaves itself between Heeseung’s folds, effectively dampening his panties. His eyes don’t leave Heeseung’s form as he uses his foot to pry his thighs apart, pushing the tip of his toe firmly against his soft cunt.
“Look at my good boy. Look so pretty on your knees,” he mutters lowly, watching as Heeseung’s mouth falls open around his thumb. It’s almost pathetic how he already struggles to take Sunghoon’s slender digit, but he knows better. Knows that Heeseung can take more. “Wider,” he whispers, watching as Heeseung slips away, as his eyes fog over and he looks at Sunghoon like the alpha is all he knows.
“Gonna make you mine,” he says, in a daze of his own. He pushes his thumb in deeper, reveling in the way that Heeseung gags around it. He wedges his foot even closer to Heeseung’s pussy, feeling the soft fabric against his toe. It doesn’t stop him from pressing further, from watching the way that Heeseung moans, tears welling up in his eyes as he attempts to babble from around Sunghoon’s thumb.
He uses the hold that he has on the omega to bare his neck, gaze sweeping over the bite that’s blossomed into a pretty bruise. It makes him growl possessively, seeing the way that Heeseung has been so obviously marked as his. He wants more—he needs more. Just as he’s about to bare his teeth in a possessive snarl and maul the entirety of Heeseung’s neck, his omega whimpers, successfully drawing his attention.
“What is it, omega?” He asks, full authority in his voice as his primal instincts completely take over.
Heeseung cries, still unable to speak with Sunghoon’s thumb resting on his tongue. Sunghoon takes a bit of pity on him, cooing as he slowly pulls it out. Two pairs of eyes watch as the string of saliva snaps and lands across Heeseung’s cheek, causing him to whimper again, lips shiny with spit.
“W-Wanna suck your cock. Alpha, wanna be good for alpha…” he says, cheeks flushed red, voice sounding already so hoarse and broken. Sunghoon lets out a groan, nodding as Heeseung already begins working at the button of his jeans.
They don’t even bother to pull his pants and boxers all the way down. Heeseung’s hands keep slipping, and Sunghoon can tell he’s becoming frustrated, so he handles it himself, pulling his cock out of its confines and giving it a few experimental tugs. Precome beads at the red, swollen tip, and as soon as he brings it closer to Heeseung’s face, the omega laps it all up, purring softly as he rubs his cheek all over. He inhales deeply as he does it, like the musky scent of Sunghoon’s arousal is everything that he’s ever wanted.
And Sunghoon—well Sunghoon can’t stop thinking about the way Heeseung would look with his face wrecked, a filthy mess of come and piss dripping off of it. He thinks about relieving himself right here, watching as Heeseung drowns in it, but ultimately decides against it.
He’s not done with his omega, and pissing on his face is the furthest thing from what his plans truly consist of.
Instead, he watches as Heeseung closes his eyes and nestles up to his cock, still rubbing his face against it. It’s cute and all, but Sunghoon isn’t having it right now. He wants to see those lips stretched around him, eyes glistening with tears as he gags around it.
He’s done waiting.
Sunghoon grabs ahold of his cock and guides it to Heeseung’s mouth, forcing it inside in one, smooth motion. Heeseung lets out a gasp, hands instantly flying up to Sunghoon’s thighs to stabilize himself. Sunghoon moans loudly, feeling the wet heat of Heeseung’s mouth pull him in.
“Good—fuck—good boy, good omega,” he groans, shallowly moving his hips as one hand rests against the nape of Heeseung’s neck. He holds him close just like that, not willing to give up any control as he uses him like a human fleshlight, focused only on his own pleasure for the time being.
Heeseung moans from around it, the vibrations sending a jolt up Sunghoon’s cock. He looks so perfect like this, on his knees, cheeks flushed and lips stretched in a way that would look painful if Sunghoon didn’t already know how much of a cockslut Heeseung truly is.
“My dirty omega, so desperate for praise. Keep grinding your cute cunt against me, baby, but if you come, alpha’s gonna have to punish you,” he says, voice teasing as he slides his toe in between Heeseung’s folds, pushing it as far is it’ll go with the barrier of his panties keeping him out.
Heeseung lets out a helpless mewl, looking up at Sunghoon through watery eyes. The alpha can’t help but to coo, bringing a hand down and pushing soft hair away from his forehead, brushing it back affectionately. He loves how Heeseung looks on his knees, so pretty and eager to please. He doesn’t stop moving his head, not with the guidance of Sunghoon’s other hand still on the nape of his neck, forcing him to take his cock in even deeper.
Sunghoon still can’t get over his fantasy, can’t get over the fact that Heeseung had been hiding his true desires. Even as he feels that familiar warmth around his cock, he can’t stop thinking about the tightness of Heeseung’s pussy, the way that he inevitably clenches whenever Sunghoon pushes himself in deeper. He can’t get over the thought of pulling out and pissing all over him—pissing inside of him.
He’s gonna go crazy.
Possession washes over him like a tidal wave, causing his soft grip on Heeseung’s hair to tighten. He pulls his omega closer to his cock, burying his nose right into his navel. He feels spit swell up all around him, and realizes that Heeseung is attempting to inhale as much as his scent as possible, even with his dick lodged halfway down his throat.
Sunghoon shows him no mercy, pulling Heeseung further down his cock until he’s retching on it. Nails dig into his thighs and he feels the omega’s throat convulsing around him, but he doesn’t let up, instead pressing himself in deeper, head tilted towards the ceiling as he fucks in and out of Heeseung’s mouth.
“Feels so good around me, so fucking good for me,” he curses in between words, panting lowly as he attempts to hold back his orgasm. He can feel his knot threatening to form, aching at the base of his cock with the need to breed his omega. Spit leaks down Heeseung’s chin, every retch causing more to fall out and dribble through his plump, swollen lips.
At a particularly hard thrust, Heeseung really chokes, squeezing Sunghoon’s thigh hard enough to signify that he needs to breathe. Except, Sunghoon doesn’t immediately pull out, instead shoving his cock down farther, holding Heeseung’s head still as he grinds his hips in tight circles. He allows Heeseung to choke on it for a few more seconds, reveling in the sound of his gags and gasps for air.
The omega looks up at him helplessly, face an absolute mess. Dried tears are tacky on his face, lips swollen and stretched wide around his cock. He does look desperate for air, but Sunghoon can’t help the way that the sight of him makes his mind hazy. Heeseung is just so sexy, just fucking crying around his cock, looking at Sunghoon like he’d die before letting him pull out.
Unfortunately, he really does need to breathe, and Sunghoon takes pity on the way that he looks so wrecked, even if only for a second. He pulls his cock out, jerking it slowly to the sound of Heeseung’s coughs. He looks beyond gone by now, completely dazed. His scent is heavy and thick in their kitchen, clinging to Sunghoon like the last dredges stuck in a honey pot.
“A-Alpha,” Heeseung lightly cries out, gasping as he attempts to wipe away his tears. He looks up at Sunghoon pleadingly. He’s rocking himself against Sunghoon’s foot, desperate as he tries to relieve some of his own tension.
The alpha doesn’t need to speak, tsking lightly as he pulls his foot away, ignoring the whine that falls from Heeseung’s mouth as a result. “So desperate and slutty. Can’t even wait for alpha to touch you. Didn’t I tell you not to do that?”
“I’m sorry,” Heeseung cries, voice hoarse as he attempts to reach for Sunghoon’s cock again. “Wanna be good for alpha, I’m sorry!”
Sunghoon doesn’t let him, instead pulling Heeseung’s head back by the strands of his hair, forcing his omega to look at him. “When did my omega become such a brat? I thought you were gonna be my good boy?” he continues, applying pressure with his foot once more.
“‘M not a brat!” Heeseung cries, spreading his legs further in an attempt to take in more of Sunghoon, but the younger man doesn’t oblige, instead pulling away altogether.
Heeseung doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before Sunghoon is shoving his fat cock into his mouth again, wasting no time and immediately hitting the back of his throat. He almost doesn’t care about Heeseung’s comfort, doesn’t care about the violent sound of his gags or retches, and instead focuses on his own pleasure. They’ve done this a million times before, but sometimes it’s fun to see how far Heeseung is willing to go to make him happy, how far he’d let Sunghoon go.
His mind instantly drifts to what he saw on Reddit, to the idea of pissing on Heeseung just to claim him and prove a point. It’s maddening, how much he wants it, how much he yearns to see the way that Heeseung would react.
The heat around his cock is addicting, wet and moist as he forces his way in. Heeseung takes it all like a good omega, still sitting perfectly, no sign of complaint except for the endless tears falling from his eyes and staining his cheeks. He looks up at Sunghoon with wide eyes, almost like he’s pleading for more, which only has Sunghoon chuckling meanly. He twists a handful of Heeseung’s hair in between his fingers and roughly pulls, forcing his cock in as deep as it can go.
Heeseung’s cries are muffled, but he holds on for dear life, nails digging into the muscular meat of Sunghoon’s thighs. Sunghoon holds his head steady, slowing down his thrusts in an attempt to allow Heeseung to breathe, but it’s no use since the older man chases after him recklessly. Spit flies out of the sides of Heeseung’s mouth, but he slurps it all up, looking up at Sunghoon with the hope that he’s being good.
“Insatiable, baby. I know you only want to be full of my cock, full of my come. Isn’t that right?” Sunghoon asks, pulling harder on Heeseung’s hair, resulting in a whine falling from his mouth. “How would you feel if I knotted your throat, omega? How would you feel choking on it?”
Heeseung whimpers and Sunghoon feels a huge wave of arousal wash over his socked foot. It’s insane how damp Heeseung’s panties are by now, how turned on he is at the thought of choking on Sunghoon’s cock.
The omega’s knees are rubbed raw and his eyes are uncomfortably dry from the sticky tears continuously falling, but there’s nowhere he’d rather be. He watches each expression on Sunghoon’s face, the scrunched eyebrows when he’s in mind bending pleasure, and the almost silent curses slipping from in between his lips every time the tip hits the back of Heeseung’s throat and makes him gag.
Regardless of the pain, Heeseung relaxes his throat completely, opening as wide as possible as Sunghoon loses any sign of composure, pure and primal instinct taking over. Sunghoon groans loudly, rhythm faltering as he thrusts in with wild abandon.
He’s so close. He can feel his knot forming properly now, swelling up quickly. Heeseung looks at him with those wide, innocent eyes, like he’s not attempting to open his mouth wider in order to accommodate Sunghoon’s knot. He closes his eyes, forcing Heeseung to take more of it, feeling that addicting, wet heat begins to tighten around the growing knot.
He’s not going to fully knot Heeseung’s mouth, but he is going to allow it to swell just before it’s too big to pull out. He watches as realization dawns upon Heeseung, fear evident in his eyes. Sunghoon stops him from moving, instead holding his head in place as he forces his knot in deeper.
“Taking me so well, omega. Just like that,” he groans, closing his eyes as his knot almost reaches its full size. Even though he really doesn’t want to, he takes pity on Heeseung and pulls out, hissing once his sensitive knot is exposed to the cold air. He wraps his hand around his cock, sliding over the wetness with a deafening squelch.
Heeseung’s cheeks turn red as he attempts to look bashful, almost innocently so. His foot presses down a bit harder on the omega’s cunt, the tip of his toe sliding against his clit through the fabric when he curves it just right. Heeseung almost doubles over in pleasure, but is held up by Sunghoon’s tight grip on his hair.
Without any further warning, Sunghoon comes with a loud groan, squeezing his knot with the palm of his hand in an attempt to replicate the feeling of Heeseung’s cunt. It’s nowhere near the same amount of pleasure, but seeing his omega still on his knees, clumps of come dripping down his face, is enough to make up for it.
His hand comes back down to Heeseung’s face, gathering the come around his mouth and shoveling it inside, watching as he suckles on his thumb like it’s everything he needs. Sunghoon is satisfied with how good he is, how willing he is to just take.
“Such a good omega, my perfect baby,” Sunghoon quietly says, body warming up at the way that Heeseung visibly preens at the praise. He helps him stand, grabbing a nearby towel and using it to gently wipe his face. “Did so good for me.”
Heeseung mewls, sniffling lightly as he closes his eyes and allows Sunghoon to clean him up, still muttering firm praises and reassurances.
Sunghoon finishes quickly, eyes never leaving the throbbing mark that he created earlier. It’s not bleeding anymore, but there’s blood crusted all around the bite. He could clean it up.
But he’s not going to.
There’s something so satisfying about seeing something so raw and primal. It’s even more exciting because Heeseung wants it. Likes Sunghoon’s possessive displays, even if they cause him a different, more painful type of pleasure. He can tell how much it affects Heeseung, how eager he is to please and be taken care of. Even as he shyly reaches out for Sunghoon’s hand, touch soft and delicate, almost innocent in nature, the alpha knows that he’s the furthest thing from it.
Or maybe that’s just him projecting all of his dirty thoughts and desires onto his omega.
Heeseung leads him to their bedroom, but Sunghoon is barely cognizant of it. His attention is only focused on the way Heeseung walks, the way he squeezes the alpha’s hand, the way his neck doesn’t have nearly enough of his marks. The haze hasn’t lifted despite the fact that Heeseung only smells like him now—only has been drenched in his come.
Sure, he smells like Sunghoon, but it’s not enough. He doesn’t know what washes over him, but all he can think about is claiming his omega again, marking his territory like he’s a rabid animal. They walk into their bedroom, the scent of Heeseung’s arousal tantalizing. He doesn’t waste another second, roughly pinning Heeseung against the wall and pressing his length against his backside.
“Alpha–”
Sunghoon shushes him, pressing his knot—which has begun to go down without the warmth of an omega to keep it swollen—into his ass. He lifts the oversized shirt, watching as his cock smears slick and precome all along his omega’s asscheeks. Heeseung’s whines and cries fall on deaf ears, Sunghoon’s only concern being the feeling of their heat mending together from their close proximity.
He humps against Heeseung like he’s lost control, lips attaching themselves to his neck as he sucks bruising hickies into the skin.
“Ah–Alpha! Sunghoon, wait!”
Sunghoon doesn’t listen. If Heeseung can still speak this coherently, then he certainly hasn’t done good enough. He shoves Heeseung further into the wall, ignoring his pleas and biting punishingly into his neck. The blood immediately rushes out of the bite, but he doesn’t soothe it, letting it bleed as he sinks his teeth into a different section of his neck.
Heeseung moans loudly, crying out as he tries to grind against Sunghoon’s length. He’s unable to move like this, unable to get out of his alpha’s powerful hold as he’s forced to take whatever is given to him. The alpha takes a little pity on him, knowing that throughout this whole thing, he hasn’t been able to feel any relief.
Even as he continues marking all along Heeseung’s neck, satisfied by the way his omega slumps against him and allows him to continue doing it, he feels a small amount of empathy. He can tell that Heeseung is desperate, that his tears are really pleading for Sunghoon to do anything.
So, he does what any sane man with an omega as sexy as Heeseung would do; he gets on his knees, using a hand to keep him pinned against the wall as his free one moves his panties to the side. He’s met with his omega’s arousal, pussy glistening and swollen with it. He’s so beautiful down here, and Sunghoon really wishes he could speak, but he’s biting the flesh of his ass before he even has the opportunity to figure out what to say.
“H-Hoon!”
The way Heeseung sounds, so pathetic and desperate but so fucking sexy, so needy. It makes Sunghoon crazy. He really, really can’t help it as he begins littering bite marks all over the expanse of his backside. He starts with his ass, marking each cheek before making his way down to his thighs, pushing his legs apart so that he would be able to bite the insides of them.
With his face this close to Heeseung’s pussy, he feels intoxicated.
“Fuck, so pretty, omega. So wet for me–” He cuts off his own sentence, tongue licking over slick folds.
“S-Sunghoon—!”
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” he says, fingers finding Heeseung’s slippery clit and lightly pinching at it. He continues to rub over the spot for a moment before moving down, spreading his pussy lips with two fingers.
The way that arousal pours out of him, slick drenching the space in between his thighs, makes Sunghoon dizzy. He can’t help it when he dives right in, tongue lapping up all of the slick that Heeseung has to offer. He feels the way that Heeseung clenches around him, gripping the wall in an attempt at stability.
The moans that fall out of him are utterly pathetic, and Sunghoon almost feels bad for how long he made him wait.
He continues to lick inside of him while simultaneously playing with his clit. It’s incredible, the sounds that Heeseung makes, the way he pushes himself against Sunghoon’s tongue out of desperation, riding his face from the best of his ability in this position.
The slick lands all along Sunghoon’s tongue, sweet and addicting just like the rest of him. It drips past his mouth, down his chin and makes a mess of his shirt, but the alpha doesn’t care. He can feel the way his cock aches, the way that his knot has mostly gone down and how he needs to breed his omega.
Sunghoon feels hazy as his thoughts run rampant. All he can think about is making Heeseung his—marking his territory in such an obscene, degrading way. He thinks he’d let Heeseung do it to him too—wants to see if he can make him come hard enough that he pisses.
God, he feels deranged. Heeseung isn’t even aware of the monster that he’s unleashed just by simply searching something up on Reddit. Every thought, every time he remembers that thread, he just thinks about how long his omega has been keeping this desire from him, and much sooner they could’ve been doing this.
This being Sunghoon taking what’s rightfully his and Heeseung letting him.
All he wants is to sink his cock deep into that pussy, slide it all the way in until he can feel the opening of Heeseung’s cervix.
He’s getting impatient now.
Sunghoon reluctantly pulls away from Heeseung’s pussy, leaving a kiss on sopping wet folds. He admires his handiwork, a wave of possession rushing over him at the sight of bloody bite marks adorned with omega slick. He loves how messy Heeseung looks, how ruined he is.
So ruined that he can hardly speak, it appears.
“A-Alpha…why…wanna—please,” he babbles, legs shaky as he attempts to ride Sunghoon’s face again. “N-Need it.”
“Relax. I’ll give it to you, don’t worry,” Sunghoon gruffly says, taking Heeseung by the waist and lifting him up into his arms. The omega gasps, arms instantly wrapping themselves around Sunghoon’s neck. He takes long strides to their bed, throwing Heeseung on top of it roughly. He doesn’t waste another second as he pulls Heeseung’s shirt off, doing the same with his panties and throwing them somewhere behind him.
He sheds his own clothes next, starting with his shirt and moving to his pants. Once he pulls his boxers off, his cock springs out, hitting his lower stomach and leaving streaks of precome against it. His hand immediately wraps around his it, beginning to stroke himself.
“Present for me, omega,” he says, tightening his grip around himself. He watches as Heeseung lets out a whine, rolling over on his stomach and burying his face into the pillows. He lifts himself shakily, giving Sunghoon the perfect view of his ass and flushed pussy.
Slick seeps from between his folds, dripping down onto the bedsheets, wetting the area all around him. He mewls against the pillow, bringing a hand back to spread himself apart. The alpha studies the way that his cunt twitches, pulsing around nothing as if beckoning him, begging him for his knot.
“Fuck,” he curses, cock aching and precome dribbling out of the tip in gummy strings. He doesn’t stop stroking himself, even as he gets on to the bed behind Heeseung and uses one of his hands to spread his cheeks apart.
“Alpha, p-please,” Heeseung stammers, craning his neck to get a good look at Sunghoon. His eyes look so pleading, red rimmed with tears streaming down his cheeks like he’s already had too much but still wants more. “N-Need you.”
Sunghoon groans, getting closer until he’s pressed against Heeseung. He directs his cock to his asshole, spreading him apart until the omega slumps forward with a cry. The alpha guides the tip in, moaning lowly at the tight heat surrounding him.
“Pretty here too, and so tight. Want me to knot your ass, baby?” Sunghoon asks, feeding a bit more of his cock in, watching the way Heeseung stretches around him.
“N-No! H-Hoon—ah!”
Sunghoon grinds his cock in deeper, closing his eyes as the insane tightness pulses around him. Heeseung’s cries only spur him on, encouraging him to push more of himself in, but he decides against it, stopping instead.
“Beg for alpha, tell me what you want,” he says, cock throbbing and almost impossibly hard—aching from the pain of it.
Heeseung whines, tears falling from his eyes. His pussy leaks pathetically, like it can’t stand the fact that Sunghoon’s cock isn’t inside of it. His asshole clenches around him, threatening to pull him in deeper.
“P-Please!” he cries, fingers slipping in between sloppy folds, opening himself up for Sunghoon. “Please, breed me, alpha! N-Need your come—mmm!”
Sunghoon slips out of his ass and pushes himself into Heeseung within a split second. He doesn’t give him a moment of ease, sliding himself into the hilt. The tip of his cock kisses Heeseung’s cervix, threatening to push inside of the tight opening.
The warmth that surrounds him is unreal. Tight, wet, hot, blazing hot like he’s in an inferno. It’s amazing, made even better by the way that Heeseung is moaning and crying, pussy pulsing around his cock and pulling him in deeper.
“There you go, omega. So good for me,” Sunghoon praises, closing his eyes as he drapes himself against Heeseung’s back. The omega mewls from beneath him, sniffling lightly as he’s forced into the mattress. “So soft, letting me get deep inside.”
“‘S yours…” Heeseung says, voice hoarse and desperate. He leaks obscene amounts of slick, making pulling out and thrusting back in a fairly simple task.
Sunghoon does it slowly at first, strokes gentle and easy, if only to watch the way his pussy opens up each time he pushes forward. Puffy and red folds part for him easily, welcoming his cock in until he’s feeling the tip being suckled into Heeseung’s cervix. He grinds against that spot, feeling the way that Heeseung shakes in pleasure from around him, ass grinding back against Sunghoon’s pelvis.
It feels nice to be snuggled in deeply and surrounded by that comforting warmth, but Sunghoon lets his primal desires get the best of him. He’s not doing this to feel comfortable, he wants to make sure everyone knows that Heeseung is his—needs to mark his territory. His eyes roam over mauled skin, chest warming at the sight of bloody and bruised bite marks littered all over Heeseung’s body—starting from his neck and ending on his ass cheeks and in between his thighs.
It’s all his. Heeseung belongs to him, and the thought makes his brain go haywire.
He pulls out, thrusting back in with one, clean stroke. Heeseung cries from beneath him, drooling on the pillows as Sunghoon does it again and again, building a steady pace. The room fills with the sound of Sunghoon’s pelvis slamming into Heeseung’s ass, cock squelching in and out of his wet pussy. The sight of his cock covered in slick and precome makes him crazy, but not as crazy as the thought of Heeseung covered in his piss.
Truly marked as his, no chance any other alpha would get near him.
The smell would stick for days. No one would question who he belongs to.
Sunghoon groans, plowing in hard enough that Heeseung falls forward, arching his back as he’s forced to take it. There is no reprieve, no mercy at all as Sunghoon keeps moving, completely set on wrecking him. The way they’re connected, the way Sunghoon’s cock slips out momentarily and has Heeseung whining for it again, all sends sparks and fire into the alpha’s brain—no rational thought to be had.
He shushes his omega, soothing him quietly as he slides back inside, spreading him apart again and making room for himself in Heeseung’s guts.
“Good omega, doing so good for me, letting me have you,” Sunghoon whispers, hips moving at an unstoppable pace. He hits all of the right spots, cock nestled up against Heeseung’s g-spot. The grip around him is constricting, pulling him in further and begging him not to pull out, but Sunghoon has no intention of doing so—not yet, at least.
“A-Alpha, hmph!” Heeseung cries, sobbing against the pillows as Sunghoon grabs him by the neck, sinking his teeth into him again.
He doesn’t care, it’s pure instinct, complete carnal and primal desire. The blood floods his mouth, sending him into a daze as his hips don’t stop. He decimates Heeseung’s pussy, fucking it raw as he forces his way inside again and again.
His tongue laps at the wound just as he slips further into Heeseung’s body, cervix splitting around him as he gives it to him deep—fucking him completey soft.
“H-Hoon…s-so deep,” the omega stammers, in a complete daze as his sobs fill the room, accenting the wet sounds of his pussy as well.
Sunghoon swears he’s never seen anything as sloppy as this. Heeseung is still on his knees, but as he continues sliding down, knees raw against the sheets, Sunghoon only slips in deeper, bodies pressed against each other as he fucks in with no care. He’s rough with it, dragging Heeseung on his cock even as he cries out in overstimulation.
He hasn’t even come yet, but he’s still overstimulated to his core. Sunghoon can tell by the tears and sobs, words barely coherent. He feels a little bad, hand sneaking down and thumbing at his slippery clit, engorged from the arousal. Their scents mix together in an intoxicating cocktail, making them feel hazy and dazed, like there’s nothing else outside of this.
And Sunghoon thinks that he wouldn’t complain if there wasn’t. If all he had was this, Heeseung spread open around him, pussy taking it so well as he cries and begs at the same time, unsure if he wants more or not. Fucked so dumb that he needs Sunghoon to make all of the decisions for him, decide how far he can go.
His fingers play with Heeseung’s clit, pinching it lightly as he rubs against it, fucking him in time with each movement. He feels the way that Heeseung’s pussy slicks some more, gushing all over Sunghoon and the sheets beneath them.
“Come on, baby. Come for alpha, you can do it,” Sunghoon pants, ramming into Heeseung with no care for how rough he’s being. He can tell that Heeseung is overwhelmed, but if anything, it only spurs him on more, encouraging him to continue fucking him like his life depends on it.
Heeseung cries out at his words, body tensing and back arching. He claws at the sheets, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. He squeezes them shut, cunt convulsing around Sunghoon’s cock as he comes, creaming all over him.
The pressure of it is intense enough that Heeseung sobs in overstimulation, body slumping against the sheets as he fails to hold himself up any longer.
“A-Alpha—Hoonie, please…”
Sunghoon groans, the sound of Heeseung’s pleas making him even harder, if that’s possible at this point.
“Just a bit more, omega. Let alpha use you…” he says, completely out of his mind.
He hears Heeseung whine, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, he spreads his legs wider, resting his cheek into the pillow as he nuzzles against it. His pussy pushes out more slick, only encouraging Sunghoon to continue fucking him.
He gets lost in his own pleasure, setting his own pace and plowing into Heeseung with harsh thrusts. He feels himself get deep into his stomach, hand pressing against his lower belly just to feel himself poking through. He doesn’t think when he steals one of Heeseung’s hands too, forcing it between his tummy and the mattress.
“Feel that, hm? Feel my cock fucking right through you? Gonna get you pregnant, baby. Gonna make you mine…fill you with my come and my knot, make you feel it for days,” Sunghoon promises, sounding deluded as he presses their hands harder against Heeseung’s stomach. His cock pokes Heeseung’s palm with every thrust, and he feels the omega tighten around him, more slick pouring out.
He grins to himself, pleased with how much of a slut Heeseung is.
“W-Want it…want your come,” Heeseung slurs, sounding utterly cock drunk. He’s dazed, drool dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin, truly fucked stupid.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’ve been so good for me, letting me have you,” Sunghoon praises, leaning down to place a kiss on the back of one of Heeseung’s shoulders. It’s a sweet gesture, but it only pushes his cock further inside of Heeseung, causing him to moan prettily, voice sounding so broken.
“A-Alpha,” he whimpers in response, pathetic enough that it’s sweet, makes Sunghoon’s heart lurch.
“Shh, omega. Trust me,” he says, feeling himself start to reach his climax. He can feel the way his heavy knot is already forming, but at the same time, he feels it coming, the urge to piss. “G-Gonna make you mine.” He accidentally slips out again, wasting no time before he’s fully sheathing himself in that warm, suctioning heat once more.
His cock is sensitive enough, but his bladder being so full makes him groan, grunting lowly as he closes his eyes and focuses all of his energy on it. This is what he’s been waiting for—what they’ve both been waiting for. He can’t help it as it steals all of his attention, causing him to pull out, ignoring Heeseung’s cries of being empty.
“W-What…why…?” Heeseung mewls, crying loudly as he continues to mindlessly babble. He’s making all of these distressed noises, like he’s genuinely panicking with Sunghoon’s cock to fill him up, without anything inside of his slutty cunt.
Sunghoon breathes out through his nose, biting his lip as he lifts himself up and pushes Heeseung on to his back.
And oh, his omega is a mess. His face is flushed red, dried tears tacked on to his cheeks, quickly washed away with new ones. His lips are swollen from when Sunghoon had ruthlessly fucked him there, and his entire neck and chest is littered with bites and bruises, the insides of his thighs looking no better. His cute pussy is clenching around nothing, rubbed red and raw from their relentless fucking.
Sunghoon could come just from the sight of him.
Or, he could piss on him.
Fuck, he can’t believe that he’s actually about to do it. Heeseung is staring up at him cluelessly, still crying and begging, asking why he even pulled out in the first place. His cluelessness has to be the best part of this—the way that he has no idea what kind of wicked thoughts are wracking Sunghoon’s brain in the first place.
He wraps a hand around his cock, thinking about where and how he wants to do this.
“Alpha,” Heeseung whimpers, bottom lip trembling. “W-What are you doing?”
Sunghoon feels dizzy.
“Just hold still for me,” he says, voice low and lust filled. He eyes Heeseung’s flat stomach, imagining how it would be if he was pregnant. The best way to truly claim him, to show everybody that he’s taken. He brings a hand down, pushing against it like a man possessed. “Gonna get you pregnant one day, but for now, this is enough.”
And without further warning, he feels it come all at once. He lets out a groan, grinding his teeth together as he aims it at Heeseung’s belly, a harsh stream of pissing landing on taut skin.
“S-Sunghoon!” Heeseung squeals, gasping loudly as hot streams of piss land on him. The tears fall freely now as he sobs loudly.
“F-Fuck,” Sunghoon stutters, moaning loudly as he watches it fall, aiming lower so that some of it lands on Heeseung’s pussy. The bitter scent of his piss fills the room, but it doesn’t deter either of them, instead mixing with the scents of their arousal, mending together like something that screams possession. “Just like that, k-keep taking it.”
It’s the best thing he’s ever felt. The act of relieving himself on his omega, of claiming him so blatantly, is enough to have his knot forming more incessantly. He feels it, but he’s still not done showering Heeseung in his piss.
“M-More. ‘M yours,” the omega moans, completely gone as he mumbles some more, begging and pleading Sunghoon to keep going.
His omega is full on crying now, completely gone as he babbles incoherently. The stream begins to dwindle, but he’s already fully decimated Heeseung. When it’s finally over, he brings the tip of his cock back to the opening of the omega’s pussy, watching as piss drips from his pelvis down to the tip of his cock.
“H-Hoon,” Heeseung says, body quivering and voice shaky. “Y-Yours, k-knot.”
He can’t speak in full sentences, but Sunghoon understands anyways. He slips his cock back in just as his knot begins to form, resuming his previous pace. Heeseung whines again in overstimulation, babbling mindlessly as his eyes roll to the back of his head and he spreads his legs wider, wrapping them around Sunghoon’s waist.
The piss sticks to Heeseung’s skin, drying down in tacky streaks, but the omega doesn’t care. He brings a hand down, feeling the damp skin beneath his fingertips, and as Sunghoon’s eyes move up to gauge his reaction, he realizes that his omega is blushing.
His face is so red, and his eyes are glassy and dazed over like he’s not there anymore, like his only purpose is to pleasure Sunghoon. Seeing him like this, fully succumbing to his nature, is enough to keep Sunghoon fucking him, attempting to draw out another orgasm out of him, but it doesn’t take long.
It doesn’t take long at all. Sunghoon’s fingers find his clit again, and he’s clenching around him tightly in no time, squirting all over them as he throws his head back with the loudest cry of the night. His entire body shakes, twitching as he digs his nails deep enough into Sunghoon to leave marks. His heels force more of Sunghoon inside of him, wanting his cock to slip him open and fuck his womb.
And Sunghoon isn’t opposed to that, either. He continues pushing in until his knot truly begins to form, feeling heavy and full as he works it between slippery folds. There’s a mixture of come and piss in between them, wet enough that it squelches every time their bodies meet.
“Gonna knot you, omega. Gonna do it,” he groans, feeling the knot lock them together, the immense pressure of Heeseung’s cunt wrapped tightly around it finally making him come. He grunts and lurches forward when it happens, holding Heeseung down so that he can’t move, can’t escape it as he floods his womb.
“T-Too much! Deep—Hoon!”
“J-Just take it, fuck,” Sunghoon says, shuddering as his orgasm washes over him in waves. He can’t stop, hips moving shallowly as he fills his omega up with enough come to get him pregnant ten times over.
Heeseung preens at the feeling, sniffling lightly as he lays his hand in the puddle of piss that’s formed on his lower belly. He slowly becomes more bloated with Sunghoon’s come, moaning repetitively at the feeling of his stomach growing little by little.
There’s so much come and apparently, he actually isn’t done pissing. Just as he finishes orgasming, his cock spurts out another stream of piss, causing the omega below him to cry loudly again, even more bloated than before.
“O-Oh…f-full! Too much, please!” Heeseung cries, clenching even tighter. His sobs spur Sunghoon on, causing any last spurts of come to shoot out of him with a heady groan. “H-Hoon…Alpha,” he pleads, sniffling lightly when he realizes that Sunghoon truly is done.
“Good omega, so perfect, Heeseungie. Proud of you, baby. Alpha’s proud,” Sunghoon whispers as catches his breath, cock still convulsing and letting out spurts of come. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t thrust in anymore. Instead, he wraps gentle hands around Heeseung, shifting them both until they’re on their sides. He doesn’t care about how dirty they are right now, doesn’t care about any of it as he holds his crying omega.
“Hoon,” Heeseung repeats, sobbing into his chest.
“I’m here, baby. You did so good, sweetheart. So perfect for me. Took me so well, let me claim you like that,” Sunghoon says, gently moving a strand of hair from Heeseung’s forehead and kissing the top of it gently. He shushes him gently, muttering more praises in an attempt to soothe him.
“Y-Yours. Alpha, yours,” Heeseung sniffles, repeating the words again and again. Sunghoon continues to softly praise him, telling him that he’s here and not going anywhere. He can tell that he’s overwhelmed, that even through the pleasure of what they did, he still feels an immense amount of emotion.
They stay like that until Sunghoon’s knot goes down. Heeseung’s sobs eventually become quiet sniffles, but he never lets go of Sunghoon, not even letting him pull out once his knot is small enough. He doesn’t mind, somewhat content to stay like this with his omega until it’s time to shower. As much as he wants to fall asleep inside of Heeseung, it’s necessary that they get clean before either of them is too tired to get up.
It takes a lot for Sunghoon to even convince the omega to shower.
“Come on, baby, need to get you cleaned up,” he whispers, hand brushing a stray tear away from his cheek.
“D-Don’t wanna. Please, alpha. Don’t want your scent gone…”
Sunghoon coos, “I’m sorry, sweetness. We’ve gotta clean you up.”
Heeseung whines louder, bottom lip trembling as he breaks out in full tears again.
“Baby, no. Shhh, it’s okay,” he tries, hands working tirelessly to wipe his face of all the tears. “Just want you to be comfy and not sticky.”
But Heeseung doesn’t listen. Still crying and refusing to let go of Sunghoon. He clings on to him tightly, nails digging into the muscles of his back as he presses their bodies together.
“Heeseung,” Sunghoon firmly calls, hand moving down to his ass and rubbing over him soothingly. “Don’t be a brat, omega. You need to shower.”
Getting out of bed takes them a while, but Heeseung eventually concedes. He’s pouty about it the whole time, reluctantly allowing Sunghoon to wash his body. However, when he goes to run the rag over his lower tummy, Heeseung lets out a pathetic whimper, tears starting up again as Sunghoon cleans him there, too.
“I’m sorry, baby. I promise, alpha will claim you again, it’s okay, shh…”
When they make it back to their bedroom, Heeseung doesn’t let Sunghoon out of his sight. He follows him to the laundry room, clinging on to him as he loads the washer with detergent and softener. He trails behind him when he moves back into their bedroom, changing the sheets and grabbing some nesting materials to help Heeseung relax a bit.
They get into bed, Heeseung is quick to nuzzle himself into Sunghoon’s chest, not wanting to be without contact even for a second. The alpha hums, purring lightly as a way to soothe his omega, bringing a hand up to his hair and running soft fingers and dull nails across his scalp.
He closes his eyes, suddenly tired and ready to fall asleep in the comfort of his omega’s scent when Heeseung speaks up.
“Maybe next time I can piss on you…”
Sunghoon chuckles, kissing him softly.
“Yeah, sure. We’ll see.”
Heeseung snuggles against him closer, purring happily and completely content. And if Sunghoon spends the next day on Reddit, that’s nobody’s business but his own.