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Beomgyu knows he's lucky to have a good alpha. A great alpha, even. Dare he say the best.
Soobin courted Beomgyu properly, a vastly outdated tradition, and waited for him to ask for his bite. He even let Beomgyu leave his own mark on the alpha’s neck, making them equals in their union when that very much was not the case in the eyes of society.
It wasn’t uncommon for alphas to have multiple omegas bound to them and never get one on their own neck. Bites are quite literally a mark of ownership. Letting an omega bite them back would complete their bond, making them a mated pair. Bonding them for life. It would change their urges, make them crave only their mate. A nightmare for many alphas who get off on having as many omegas submit to their authority as possible.
Soobin gets a lot of dirty looks as a marked alpha, but he wears Beomgyu’s bite with pride. He has a gentle heart and refuses to be obsessed with domination like other alphas.
Beomgyu is allowed to leave the house on his own, albeit he has to wear a collar around his neck when he does. It’s thick enough to cover his scent glands, secured in the back with a lock and dog tags jingling in the front with his information to show that he’s claimed. It’s not like Soobin wants it this way, but it was necessary for his safety. The only thing that would get an alpha to respect an omega’s space was another alpha’s claim. No one needs to know that Beomgyu is the sole owner of the key to the lock, that Soobin has never even touched the thing.
He has his own social circle that Soobin keeps his nose out of. He understands that it’s necessary for omegas to be able to confide in each other without an alpha’s interference. That there are things that only other omegas would truly understand. They open their house every weekend for Beomgyu’s friends to come over, Soobin assuring their alpha’s that it’s okay to leave them, that he’ll supervise them. Really he sits in the kitchen watching dramas on his phone until he’s asked to refill their wine glasses, eating most of the items for the charcuterie boards that he was supposed to put together for them.
Many omegas would kill for an alpha that treats them half as well as Soobin treats Beomgyu.
And yet, Beomgyu wishes his alpha would be a little bit more authoritative with him. Perhaps even just a little bit aggressive.
Except who was he kidding. He wants to get fucked rough, wants Soobin to get physically ‘assertive’ with him. Toss him around, smack him, show off that alpha strength. In an ideal world Soobin would suplex him into the mattress so hard the bed frame breaks and then proceed to pile drive him until his back cracks like a lightstick.
His desires were accompanied by a lot of guilt. He’s craved rough treatment for years, but has kept it to himself out of shame. What would Soobin think of him for having such indecent desires? Would he think he didn’t appreciate all the effort he puts in to being a good alpha? And it wasn’t exactly an issue that he felt he could bring up with his omega social group considering many of their alpha’s would strike them in—and outside— the bedroom regardless of what they wanted.
Soobin has never hit him. Beomgyu is certain that the thought has never even crossed the alpha’s mind. He's never even spanked him in bed. Not even when he’s fucking him doggy style. Somehow he manages to resist the urge despite watching Beomgyu’s plush ass bouncing every time their hips make contact, soft flesh rippling from the force of his thrusts. Choosing instead to rub his palms lovingly over the cushiony globes and whisper in his ear how beautiful he is.
He knows that the desire to dominate is somewhere inside every alpha, and he was determined to draw those urges out of Soobin. After a particularly tender love making session one night, Beomgyu resolved to break Soobin’s gentleman demeanor.
Since then he’d been getting increasingly more lippy with Soobin. Pushing and pushing his buttons to see how much he can get away with. Soobin gives the digs as good as he takes them, sometimes toeing the line of going too far. Until the alpha called him out on it one evening.
“Don’t you think you’ve been a little bit… bitchy recently? I know we like to bicker, but haven’t you been going too far?”
“Oh.” Beomgyu was taken off guard by the name calling, but took it as a pretty good sign that he was on the right track if Soobin was resorting to name calling to get his point across. His momentary stun is quickly taken over by a sly smile.
“Sorry. I just think–” Soobin starts, ready to backtrack.
“I just think you could endeavor to be a little less respectful in the bedroom. I’ll admit I’ve been taking it out on you instead of being upfront. I thought maybe if I pushed you enough you’d snap on your own. I’m sorry.” Saying it out loud, it sounds ridiculous to Beomgyu. Soobin would never snap at him.
The alpha huffs out a little chuckle, “Never in my life did I think I'd be asked to be less nice.” He says with his usual good-humored smile.
Beomgyu lights up, “So you'll do it?” he asks eagerly.
“No.”
“What?” Beomgyu deflates, unable to hide his disappointment, “Why not?”
Soobin shrugs, “That's… not the kind of alpha I am. Nor do I want to be.”
“Oh please, no one would make that mistake. I'm pretty sure even your alpha friends figured out that I'm the one who calls the shots around here by now.”
“Yeah?” Soobin says, annoyance slipping into his tone, “Well what if that's how I want things to stay?”
“Nothing's gonna change,” Beomgyu assures, “Except I'll be more satisfied in the bedroom.” He tacks on with a mischievous look in his eyes.
Soobin feels his jaw clench, bordering on feeling insulted, “Oh so you're saying I'm bad in bed now?” Fine. He’ll play Beomgyu’s game just to see how it feels, “That I haven't been able to satisfy you all this time? You don't complain when I’m making you cum three times before even getting my dick wet.”
Practically vibrating with excitement, Beomgyu smiles, “Yes! Like that! I’d love for you to hit me too but if you’re absolutely opposed you could at least be verbally abusive.”
Soobin looks like he just got hit over the head with a metal bucket. “Jesus fucking christ, Beomgyu. If you want me to try it please don't call it abuse.”
“You're right. Verbally degrading.”
“Degrading…”
“Let’s not lie. That's what it is, Soobin.” Beomgyu says, stepping into his space and wrapping his hands around the taller’s shoulders. “And I'm asking for it.” Beomgyu can feel the immediate change of atmosphere in the room, nostrils flaring at the burst of aroused alpha scent. Soobin has never been good at saying no to Beomgyu, especially in the bedroom. But this isn't a decision Beomgyu wants him to make on a whim or go along with just to appease him. He needs to want it too. He knows how difficult of a decision this is for Soobin. The internal conflict he suffers with, with balancing his alpha instincts with treating Beomgyu well.
“Sorry, I’m being pushy.” Beomgyu takes a step away, “I know I sprung this on you so suddenly. You don’t have to say anything, but… If you’d at least take some time to consider it for a bit I’d appreciate it.”
Beomgyu knows that Soobin was not always as mild-mannered as he is now. In fact it was only after he started courting Beomgyu that he started to mellow out, putting effort into becoming a good alpha for his future mate and the family that they would make together. He used to be quite the wild card and has a bit of a checkered past. Beomgyu is sure if he was someone else or asked before they got serious with each other old Soobin would have absolutely been down.
Their conversation about it ends there. They do end up having sex, just as tender as usual, and Beomgyu takes the opportunity to make it up to Soobin, apologizing for not being direct and being so snappy the last few weeks. He leaves the subject alone otherwise. He’s sure Soobin won’t forget and will answer him on his own time. And if not, his silence will be enough of an answer on its own.
It’s a week to the day before Soobin is ready to give his answer.
They’re relaxing on the couch after work, fed and showered, cozy in their sleep clothes. There’s only one full outfit between them, Soobin in a loose pair of sweatpants and Beomgyu in one of Soobin’s t-shirts, so oversized on him that he wears it as a nightgown, with only a pair of panties underneath.
“Let’s. Fucking. GOOOOOOOOO!” Beomgyu screams, the TV declaring him the winner of the latest fighting game to join their extensive collection. He throws his controller down on the sofa before standing up to take a victory lap around the living room. He shrugs condescendingly. “Bested once again, Choi Soobin. I don’t even know why you try anymore.”
The answer was obvious to anyone with eyes. Even if he loses most of the time, Beomgyu’s excitement is more than enough to make up for it. That, and rubbing it in Beomgyu’s face on the off chance he does win was too good to pass up on.
Which is exactly what happens in the next round.
Soobin drops his controller as soon as the bold red victory sign appears on screen, letting out an excited shout.
He leans over, getting up in Beomgyu’s face and pokes him in the temple, “You are nothing compared to me.” He jokes, but he can't ignore the immediate shudder that runs through the omega’s body.
“R-right” Beomgyu stutters, unable to come up with a witty response. He’s avoiding eye contact, allowing Soobin to see the tips of his ears growing pink. His scent becomes more enticing too, sweeter and thicker, enveloping his head in honey and clouding his thoughts. It makes Soobin’s mouth water, teeth suddenly feeling too big for his jaws and craving to sink into something.
Soobin pushes Beomgyu to lay on the couch, pinning him down and climbing on top of him.
“I’ll try it.” The alpha says, “In bed, and nowhere else. Okay?” and Beomgyu doesn’t need clarification to know what he’s talking about.
“Perfect.” Beomgyu exhales breathily, pupils blown wide and features rosy with lust.
Soobin bites his lip, hesitantly. He’s clearly throwing the idea around in his head still, “So what do I do?” He asks, seeking clarification.
“Mmm," Beomgyu hums in fake thought as if he hadn't fantasized about this exact situation more times than he could count, "I’d love it if you hit me and talked down to me, but I’ll leave it up to whatever you’re comfortable with. I just really want you to let your alpha loose.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself if I let go. You have no idea what the knothead part of me wants to do to you.” Soobin confesses, pressing his forehead to Beomgyu’s sternum.
“So show me. Won’t you let me experience that side of my mate too?”
Soobin's eyes darken at his words. The change in demeanor sends a cold shiver of excitement down Beomgyu’s spine, “I don't think you can take it, bitch,” And Beomgyu smiles, “Is this what you want? A possessive, controlling alpha? Want me to bend you to my will? What if I break you?
"Break me then, Binnie. I’m not scared of you."
An instinctual growl was ripped out of Soobin’s throat and in response Beomgyu bares his throat in submission, showing off their mating mark. Soobin’s mark of ownership.
Soobin sits up, straddling his waist, “You want this, huh?” He grabs his soft bulge through his sweatpants and jiggling it in front of Beomgyu’s face, the omega feeling his mouth flood with saliva. “Look at you.” He scoffs with mock sympathy, swiping his thumb over the drool slipping out the corner of the omega’s mouth, “Wipe your mouth, slut. You’re drooling for it.” He says, slipping his finger through Beomgyu’s pliant lips, he makes him suck it clean.
Beomgyu lets his eyes slip closed, whiny moan escaping him as he fantasizes about it being Soobin’s dick. Ah, he lets himself float off, this is the alpha domination he’s been missing out on. He vaguely registers Soobin’s voice, distant and arrogant in tone. He's lost in his fantasies when suddenly his face is struck so hard his head snaps to the side. Sharp stinging on his cheek and a deep, dull thudding on his cheekbone where Soobin’s mating ring had made contact.
Soobin looks down at him with wide eyes, seemingly just as shocked at his actions as Beomgyu is. Breathing hard as he stares into Beomgyu’s dazed, glassy eyes.
Before he has a chance to second guess himself, Beomgyu grabs his hand, pressing his warm cheek against it and letting his eyes flutter closed. Soobin caresses Beomgyu’s face under the younger’s guidance, fingers brushing along his cheekbone and jawline, skirting against his lips. Beomgyu looks up at the alpha, staring at him through his lashes with watery eyes as he kisses the palm he was just slapped with.
“Holy shit.” Soobin gasps, the sight of the blissed out looking omega beneath him has his head reeling.
He can’t believe how aroused he could make his omega just by indulging in his own instincts. Soobin kept his desires to dominate locked away in a dark corner of his mind, never to be acknowledged lest they break free and make him do something he would regret. Make him hurt Beomgyu.
He never considered that his alpha desire to dominate would be met in equal part with Beomgyu’s intense omega instincts desire to submit.
How could he deny him this? Deny both of them this satisfaction?
The speed of blood rushing from his head straight to his dick has him dizzy. Feeling his length start to fill out in his pants, thin material doing nothing to hide the growth. It certainly does not escape Beomgyu’s notice. Mouth watering at the sight once more. The omega slips Soobin’s ring off and places it on the coffee table.
“God, look at you. Pretty pink cheeks and on the verge of tears. Drooling over the mere thought of my cock.” Emboldened by the omega’s blatant desire Soobin brings his un-ringed hand down on Beomgyu’s face again. He can’t believe how natural this feels.
Beomgyu reaches out for his crotch, desperate to touch his alpha, feel his cock. Desperate to serve him, bring him pleasure. Even if it’s just with his hands, he’ll take it. Even though what he really desires is to make Soobin pop his knot in his pussy and breed him full, nice and deep so that the seed takes.
Soobin shuffles up the couch, so that his crotch is right in front of Beomgyu’s face, “Pathetic. Have you been this much of a slut the whole time? I bet any alpha cock would do for you, would let any alpha jump you right there on the street.” He pries Beomgyu’s mouth open with his thumb, truthfully it doesn’t take any effort at all, the omega letting his jaw go slack at the slightest pressure.
“Except you couldn’t find anyone could you? Had to hide how much of a whore you are just so you could lock down the first alpha to court you. Knew no one would want an omega bitch like you.”
Both of them know it’s bullshit. That Beomgyu had gone through great pains to avoid being taken by a line of inadequate suitors before he found his love. His fated mate. His Soobin.
Beomgyu cries at the implication of otherwise, “No alpha! Just you just wanted you. From the beginning I was made for you!” He sniffles tearfully, gripping Soobin’s hips and pulling him close so that he can rub his stinging cheek against the dick print in his pants. “Just you. Need your cock. Need you to breed me. Want you to need me. Want to give you babies, to carry your pups. Pup me up. Keep me pregnant for you. Always want a pup in me.“ He rambles senselessly, kissing and licking the bulge, creating a growing wet spot on the front of his pants from tears and drool.
“God, you never shut up, do you?”
Desperate to prove him wrong, Beomgyu grabs Soobin's waistband and pulls it down low enough for his cock to spring free, letting out a lustful whine when he sees the lack of underwear in his way. He sits up a little bit, opening his mouth wide to take his alpha into his mouth.
Soobin strikes him again, “Did I fucking say you could have it?” Punctuated with yet another hard smack. Taunting him by shaking his cock in front of his face. Beomgyu’s body is burning up, not even noticing the heat in his face anymore, too focused on wanting to worship the cock in front of him. “Show me how much you want it, how much you need it. I’ll decide if you deserve it.”
Tears spill over Beomgyu’s lash line. But he's a good omega, he can please his alpha, he can show that he's worthy of being able to suck his cock.
He kissed up the length of his cock, slowly, making sure to put all of his feelings of adoration and love into his actions. He needs Soobin to feel how sincere it is.
Regardless of whether Soobin decided to indulge his idea, Beomgyu would be devoted to him for the rest of their lives, just as he’s sure Soobin is to him. There has never been a doubt in Beomgyu’s mind that Soobin has been wholly devoted to him since they started their courting period.
When he reaches the tip of Soobin’s cock he swipes his tongue over his slit, licking away the pearly bead of precum that had leaked out. He swirls his tongue over the tip, but dares not try to take it into his mouth again. Not without his alpha’s permission.
Beomgyu wraps his hand around Soobin’s, still holding his cock out for him. He licks the vein running down the length of his cock down to his balls. Worshiping each one with a shower of kisses before licking and sucking lightly as well.
These balls, big, heavy, and low hanging. Beomgyu feels the heat burn in his guts.
They had tested their fertility, just out of curiosity, something to consider when they’re ready to start thinking of kids. While Beomgyu’s came back at a normal rate of fertility, the discovery that Soobin is actually hyper fertile set his loins on fire, and it burns just as strongly now as it did back then.
Virility. A healthy alpha. Strong, handsome, capable of providing for Beomgyu. Capable of giving Beomgyu pups. It was stupid, but it appealed to Beomgyu’s basest desires that he could never truly escape.
Kissing and licking and sucking doesn’t seem like nearly enough to express the silly sentimentality he feels towards Soobin’s fucking balls.
“Holy fuck.” Soobin whispers, holding his dick against his stomach to keep it out of his way, not wanting to obscure the view of Beomgyu absolutely worshiping his balls. “Alright, alright” Soobin says, and Beomgyu feels a burst of slick flood his panties in anticipation of being allowed to suck his dick in earnest. Eagerness washing over him and overwhelming his system. His body tenses, muscles shaking as he lets out a weak whimper.
“Did…Did you just cum, darling?” Soobin asks, snapping out of his trance to check on his mate. Beomgyu’s face burns red, identifiable despite the pink glow of his cheeks being hit already. He hides his face in his hands and nods his head in shame. What an easy omega he was.
“Fuck, fuck. Okay.” Soobin says, pupils wide and a wave of overwhelming alpha arousal filling the room. “Sorry baby no cock sucking for you.“ And Beomgyu feels like screaming in frustration. After all of that his affection didn't get across? He feels miserably useless.
He doesn’t hold back his tears, genuinely distressed, sniffling and letting burning tears roll down his face.
“Alphaaa” he bawls. His inner omega absolutely heartbroken.
“Hey, wipe those tears, love” Soobin says, leaning down to give him a tender kiss. “We’ll keep playing. Your meaning isn’t lost on me. I just can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck you “
Beomgyu sniffles with a tiny head nod.
Soobin leans down for another kiss. “Scooch down, baby,” Soobin says but grabs Beomgyu by the legs before he has an opportunity to move on his own. “Are we still alright to go, my love?”
Beomgyu lets out a small “Nng hmm,” still wiping wetness from his cheeks.
“Spread your legs then for me then whore.” And another shock of electricity shoots down Beomgyu’s spine.
Soobin wants him. Soobin isn’t rejecting him. He feels yet another rush of slick as he spreads his legs. Laid out for his alpha’s hungry gaze there's nothing he can do to hide his arousal as the scent fills the air.
Soobin runs his thumb over his soaking wet panties, pulling the waistband up to make the fabric pull taut, tight fabric hugging the omega’s chubby pussy lips. He rubs a finger between them, up towards his clit and thumbs the sensitive bud, stroking it long and slow. He’s forcing himself to stay calm, much to Beomgyu’s frustration.
Soobin leans down to kiss his legs, the joint where his thighs meet his hips. He pulls his panties to the side, teasing a finger over the sopping wet entrance. His tongue pokes out between his lips and flicks over Beomgyu’s clit, making the omega’s body jolt out of surprise.
“Soooobinnn,” Beomgyu whines, “It's embarrassing, don’t look.” He cries, hands reaching down to hide himself.
“Move your hands,” Soobin says, slapping Beomgyu’s hands away.
“Noooooo,” he pouts, fighting to keep himself covered, the two of them wrestling and grabbing each other’s hands. It was a pointless struggle for power. Soobin could easily overpower him, and Beomgyu doesn’t want to win in the first place. But that’s what makes the fight even more fun.
“Move your hands or I'm slapping them and your pussy.”
“Nooooo!’ Beomgyu cries again, a smile on his lips, unable to hide the excitement seeping into his tone. Soobin can't help but smile too, relieved that his lover is enjoying himself just as sincerely as he is.
And so he puts an end to their pretend struggle for control.
“Don’t fucking hide what’s mine from me.” Soobin bites out. He brings his hand down with purpose, landing a strong smack on the backs of Beomgyu’s hands. The omega startles and draws his stinging hands away out of shock. Soobin collects his wrists in one palm, pinning them above his head. He presses a knee into one of Beomgyu’s thighs to keep him from closing his legs before he brings his hand down on Beomgyu’s soft mound.
He jumps with shock as Beomgyu lets out a warbling cry. The omega's body tenses as he cums again, a flood of slick squirting out and soaking Soobin's cock and the front of his pants.
It wasn't unusual for Beomgyu to get a little leaky when he was feeling especially good, but he had never squirted before, and certainly not with so little prior stimulation.
When Soobin looks up to check his mate’s face, he’s met with the omega covering his burning face with his hands again. Beomgyu is mortified. This was already the second time he’s cum tonight and Soobin hasn’t even touched him properly yet. This type of power dynamic must really be satisfying his omega instincts if how responsive his body has become is anything to go by. He can’t imagine how he’s going to react once Soobin gets his cock inside him.
Soobin can’t resist the urge to bring his hand down again, a wet smacking sound filling the room and another spurt of slick bursting out. And again, a weak dribble this time. Soobin’s head was reeling.
He did intend on taking things slow and torturing Beomgyu with his self restraint, but he’s no longer capable of keeping himself reeled in. He doesn’t bother with removing either of their clothes, simply pulling Beomgyu closer by the legs, hooking his knees over his shoulders to make sure his hips stay in the air.
Without a word he lines himself up, dizzy and disoriented and acting on instinct alone.
“Soobin!” Beomgyu shouts to get his attention, pressing one of his bare feet against the man’s chest, “Protection, condom. Go.” He orders. He was too far gone to put together a proper sentence, but at least he was able to find the simple words to get his point across. He’s lucky he managed to gather the wherewithal to act responsibly at all.
Soobin leans down and places a wet smacking kiss on Beomgyu’s mouth, “Right.” And scurries off to their bedroom with his dick still out to grab a condom. The omega sighs at how lame his mate is, he's so fond. He loves him.
Soobin was half tempted to put it on while jogging back to the living room, but decided against it. Tossing it on Beomgyu’s belly instead.
“Put it on me,” He gives his own order and Beomgyu blushes. He obeys, shyly tearing open the foil packet. Beomgyu puts the condom in his mouth and places his lips around the tip of Soobin’s dick, looking up at him with eyes puffy from crying. Soobin holds his dick still for him as Beomgyu uses his teeth to carefully roll the condom down his length, tongue bumping into his tip along the way.
Soobin screws his eyes shut, and throws his head back. The sight was too much for him to handle, he couldn’t trust himself to watch without blowing his load.
He has to be careful. While Beomgyu’s body is capable of going round after round and having orgasm after orgasm, Soobin is not blessed with the same non-existent recovery period. Normally he has pretty decent stamina, but this roleplay is getting to him as well. Not to mention his stamina is already lower than when he was single, it decreased when him and Beomgyu started fooling around, his body's reaction to being with his fated mate.
When Beomgyu reaches the bottom, he doesn’t pull off right away, tightening his lips around his dick and swirling his tongue around the tip, sucking lightly. He doesn’t bob his head, but honestly he doesn't have to. Beomgyu can tell through their bond that he’s dangerously close to busting.
“Fuuuck,” Soobin says, yanking Beomgyu off of him by his hair. He needs a minute to breathe, both of their breaths ragged. They just stare at each other with blow wide pupils. The sight of each other’s fucked out faces was enough to set a fire alight low in both of their bellies.
“God, such a good omega.” Soobin praises, “If one omega is this good, I should get another.” It’s an empty threat that he has no desire for. Rather it is something he actively dislikes the thought of. Beomgyu knows it too, but it sets off an ugly feeling in his chest. Normally he would fight the feelings, but both of them have given into their instincts tonight, so instead of attempting a civil conversation, he tackles the alpha, Soobin's head thudding dully against the arm rest.
“You’re mine, you fucking hear me?” He growls, wrapping his hands around Soobin’s throat, and the alpha whimpers in submission, nodding his head. Beomgyu tightens his grasp, one of his thumbs pressing into the sacred mating bite on Soobin’s scent gland.
The transfer of authority back and forth between them feels natural. Soobin's mind feels at ease, he doesn’t have to worry about letting his alpha urges go crazy because Beomgyu can speak up for himself.
Beomgyu grabs his dick and rubs the tip between his folds, chubby lips parting easily and slipping with no resistance. He presses his cock against his entrance, tip barely dipping in enough to tease both of them with pleasure. Also showcasing how ready his body is without preparation
“Now hurry up and fuck me like you mean it,” Beomgyu says, flopping back on the couch. It's a combination of wanting Soobin to keep up his side of the roleplay and not slip back into their usual dynamic, and Beomgyu being lazy and wanting Soobin to do the work. He knows Soobin will indulge him (because of said usual dynamic). As much as he's enjoying the dominant role tonight, Soobin loves submitting to Beomgyu’s authority too.
Soobin nods, recollecting himself and crawling up onto his knees between Beomgyu’s legs, spread wide for him to go to work.
He lifts Beomgyu by his hips again, getting back into Soobin’s favorite position, kissing the bottom of each foot before placing the omega’s legs on his shoulders. Beomgyu can’t help but giggle at the tickling of the gentle press of his lips.
He lines up his cock and slips inside without resistance, the smooth material of the condom gliding easily past the slick entrance and wet walls of Beomgyu’s pussy.
Soobin cracks him across the face again, catching the omega off guard and Beomgyu’s pussy clenches so hard it pushes his cock out, a surge of squirt gushing out with it.
“After all of your begging you push me out? Ungrateful.” Soobin growls, pushing up the boy’s shirt, fabric bunching up around his armpits. He thumps Beomgyu in the chest with closed fists, feeling his pecs flex under his hands. He grips the soft flesh of his breasts, fingers sinking into the plush skin and leaving prints behind before punching him in the chest again. His boobs turning pink, he’s always had sensitive skin, blood rushing to the surface quickly.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Beomgyu cries in frustration at his own body. One orgasm on Soobin's cock isn't enough. He needs more now.
Soobin folds the omega in half and presses inside again, laying his weight down on top of him and sliding as deep inside as he can in one go, immediately filling beomgyu’s pussy to capacity. The tip of his cock kissing Beomgyu’s cervix and putting a pressure deep in his guts.
Beomgyu groans at the pressure, arms extending to press on Soobin’s chest, trying to keep him at a distance. The alpha does not listen. This is his omega. His body. All his. How dare he try to keep him out.
“Dont fucking fight me. This is what you wanted. An aggressive selfish alpha. Don’t even think about your pleasure, your purpose is to pleasure me.”
He says smacking him again.
He pins the omegas hands above his head, leaving him completely helpless. Beomgyu is crying in earnest now, sniffling and letting out little whimpers as Soobin plows his pussy with reckless abandon.
Beomgyu allows himself to surrender. To the pleasure, to Soobin’s authority, to his instincts. He feels his body tense and yet another orgasm tears through his body, shaking and letting out as he lets out hoarse scream. He struggles against Soobin but it's all futile, the pleasure never letting up for a second and sending him into overstimulation. And it's so lovely.
Beomgyu is on the verge of passing out after his fourth climax, body trembling uncontrollably from how strung tight his muscles are. Mouth permanently hanging open, gasping for breath between moans being ripped out from deep in his throat. His neck strains as he throws his head back, eyes rolling up in his head and drool rolling down his chin as he reaches his peak for a fifth time.
Soobin feels Beomgyu’s body go completely lax underneath him, finally depleted of strength and energy. Rebellious attitude thoroughly squashed.
Finally quiet, meek. Soobin is fully in his role as an alpha, he is in charge.
Beomgyu is in heaven.
“I’m gonna breed you full.” Soobin says, his alpha satisfied with how thoroughly he’s pleasured his mate. His balls are drawn tight against his body, ready to shoot his seed deep inside of his omega, ready to impregnate him. The knowledge of his fertility is not lost on either of them, both moaning at the thought of how easily he could put a pup in him if not for the protection.
“Please!” Beomgyu shouts, an aching emptiness deep in his tummy, body craving to be full with a pup. Soobin’s cock swells further inside of him, the alpha recognizing it as a sign to push as deep as he can inside of him so that his knot can lock inside, just barely swelling in place beyond Beomgyu’s entrance. He knows that he'd never hear the end of it if his knot got stuck outside in this situation.
Beomgyu’s muscles tighten around the intrusion as he cums yet again, the stretch burns from the force of his pussy clenching. The rhythmic pulsing of his pussy encourages Soobin to cum.
The alpha lets out a loud groan, slamming his hips against Beomgyu’s despite the limited movement. His gaze is glassy as he stares down at him, eyes full of love and adoration staring back up at him. It sends him over the edge. Beomgyu’s pussy milking the seed out of him, body begging to be knocked up. One day they’ll be able to indulge in the sensation of cumming together bare as their biology is desperate for, but for now, this is the height of ecstasy.
The strength of his climax makes his vision go blurry at the edges and when it clears Beomgyu is unresponsive underneath him, no doubtedly shattered by yet another orgasm.
Sometimes Beomgyu will black out after too many orgasms or a particularly strong one, or a combination of both, but even after years of being together Soobin doesn’t think he’ll ever get to the point of not being scared when Beomgyu gets like this.
But Soobin’s helpless to do anything but wait, rubbing his warm palms up and down Beomgyu’s torso. Over his tummy and ribs, caressing his breasts and rubbing warmth back into his skin.
When the omega opens his eyes his gaze is distant and confused before locking on to his alpha. His lips crack a small shy smile and Soobin brushes the sweaty hair out of his eyes and off of his forehead before he leans down and kisses him sweetly, humming in content as they melt into each other.
Soobin pulls back the barest amount, breaking their kiss so that they can look at each other, “With me baby?” he asks, lips brushing together.
“Yes, alpha.” Beomgyu sighs contentedly into Soobin’s mouth, catching his lips again.
Soobin scoops him up into his arms and adjusts them so that they can lay comfortably while they wait for his knot to go down.
“So?” Beomgyu strokes Soobin’s cheek, “Thoughts, feelings, opinions?”
Soobin smiles, chuckling deeply. He kisses Beomgyu's palm, “Lovely.” Perhaps it was a strange word to describe what they had just done, but there truly was no word more fitting in his mind. And Beomgyu couldn’t agree more.