Archive of Our Own

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“And I’m finally finished,” Jungwoo says with a sigh, his body arching back against the edge of the bed, his arms stretching up and his head leaning back to lay on the bed. “That took forever,” he says, body straightening back out.

Doyoung smiles as Jungwoo pushes his two notebooks off of his lap, joining the open text book that they’ve been staring at for the last hour and a half. He reaches forward, closing the book and gathering the different notebooks and colored pens and highlighters, setting them all in a neat pile. “Well now you’re done and you’re free until next week,” Doyoung says, his legs unfolding to stretch out.

“I know thank god,” the alpha laughs, “Doing homework during your heat is the last thing I want to do.”

“And you know you wouldn’t have wanted to do it after either,” Doyoung teases, his hand landing on Jungwoo’s thigh, the other one jumping slightly at the sudden feeling of Doyoung’s hand against his leg.

“True,” Jungwoo agrees with a laugh, his hand rubbing at his face, fingers pushing his bangs back slowly. “Mm,” he says, leaning over to press a quick kiss against Doyoung’s lips. “Now we can have all week together. We have a lot of celebrating to do.”

Doyoung nods as Jungwoo pulls away, the other still lingering close, their foreheads nearly touching. “I wish my heat wasn’t this week,” Doyoung sighs softly, “I want to go out for Valentine’s day and your birthday.”

“We can go out anytime, hyung,” Jungwoo smiles, “Spending a few days at home with you is honestly so much better than going out anyways.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes, his hand still lingering against Jungwoo’s thigh pinches at him the best he can through his sweatpants, sending Jungwoo into a laugh. “Yeah for you,” Doyoung whines, “I get to be miserable.”

“Stop,” Jungwoo says playfully, his voice rising up in pitch at the end in a dramatic fashion. “You know I take good care of you.”

“I know but still,” Doyoung sighs, his body pulling away from Jungwoo, his head leaning against the bed. “My heats still suck.”

They fall into silence, the two of them with their heads leaned against the bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Jungwoo’s hand finds its way onto Doyoung’s, their fingers intertwining, filling the empty spaces between them. The quietness is relaxing, Doyoung not feeling the need to fill it, the both of them mentally tired from the last few hours of being buried in nearly a week’s worth of homework. A load of homework that they’ve been slowly picking apart for the past few days, never doing more than just a page or two of what needed to be done before they found themselves laying in bed and relaxing instead. Now with only about a day before Doyoung’s heat is set to begin, they’ve decided to just get it done, both of them fully knowing it’ll be worth it in the end.

The silence brings Doyoung’s thoughts to the front of his mind, the thoughts that have been lingering for a few weeks now, desperately trying to get out whenever he sees Jungwoo, his omega more than eager to spit them out. Doyoung has waited though, swallowing the buzz of excitement that’s risen up every time he’s with Jungwoo. He’s had to keep his lips sealed for no reason other than his own decision to wait until tonight, the night before Doyoung’s heat. It’s mostly so Jungwoo would have been able to focus at school and helping around the shop, not wanting to get the alpha too excited, knowing (hopefully) that he’ll be overly excited and it’ll consume his thoughts much like it has for Doyoung. It’s also a miracle that neither Taeyong nor Ten have let it slip, both the kitties keeping their mouths shut about the subject whenever Jungwoo was near.

Now Doyoung is allowing those thoughts to come forward, sliding down to his tongue, more than eager to be said out loud. The plan, the decision that Doyoung has made, rests in his mouth as he sits in silence with Jungwoo, the warm feelings of his preheat symptoms only encouraging him to spit it out. So Doyoung tilts his head, his eyes landing on Jungwoo, the alpha noticing rather quickly that Doyoung has turned to look at him. Doyoung bites down on his lip, feeling his cheeks turn pink as Jungwoo smiles at him, his hand getting a gracious squeeze from the other.

“Jungwoo,” Doyoung says softly, the alpha letting out a hum in response, “I need to talk to you about something.”

Jungwoo’s brows furrow together for a moment, his head lifting up at the comment. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Doyoung responds, “I hope so?” He laughs out at his own statement turned into a question. “I just,” he pauses, lifting his head up, his back straightening up as he lets his thumb brush against the back of Jungwoo’s hand. “I’ve been thinking about something for a while, a couple of weeks actually.”

Jungwoo doesn’t say anything, instead his ears perk up a bit, fluffy tan ears standing up against his dark hair as he stares at Doyoung with anticipation. Doyoung swallows, suddenly feeling more nervous than anticipated despite playing this scene out in his head nearly every day since he’s decided on it. His lips part but nothing comes out, the words seemingly suddenly shy, moving back to Doyoung’s throat, making it feel tight as he stares at Jungwoo.

“I,” Doyoung starts again, letting his voice trail off into the silence once again. “I want to,” he tries only to have the words shy away again.

“Hyung,” Jungwoo says softly, “What is it?”

The words that came easily to him all this time are no longer easy, every part of him realizing that when he finally says them, he can’t take them back. This is a big decision, one that Doyoung never thought he would ever make. He never thought he would be sitting here with Jungwoo, an alpha that came into his life and honestly changed it forever. An alpha that Doyoung has fallen in love with, his omega over the moon to be with his alpha as well. These words though, aren’t just simple ones, they’re ones that are connected with the promise of forever, a promise that would be terribly unpleasant to break. But Jungwoo has brought so much happiness into Doyoung’s life, a happiness that never was there before. Jungwoo isn’t just some alpha, he’s not just another relationship that Doyoung knows will taper off in a few months. They’ve been together for almost a year now and Doyoung can see a future with him. He’s had dreams after dreams about it and never once did it feel wrong.

“I want to bond with you,” Doyoung finally says, the pressure building in his throat until he can’t do anything else but say the words.

Jungwoo’s eyes go wide and his ears go straight up. There’s a shock on his face, his lips parting and pressing together again, the action repeating several times as Jungwoo processes what Doyoung just said. “Doyoung,” Jungwoo whispers out, almost as if he’s afraid to respond. “Are you for real?”

Doyoung bites down on his bottom lip, his head nodding as he stares at Jungwoo, watching the way the alpha’s face changes slowly. Jungwoo squeezes Doyoung’s hand tightly, so tightly that Doyoung’s lips break apart to push out a laugh. “I’m for real, Woo,” he says, “I’ve thought about it for a while and It’s what I want and I hope you want it to.”

“How could I not want it?” Jungwoo sighs out happily, “Bonding with you,” the alpha whispers, “being with you forever,” he adds, his voice sounding as though it’s in disbelief.

“It feels right, doesn’t it?” Doyoung says, his eyes moving down to stare at their hands, the two still connected tightly. “I think,” he starts, “it’s always felt that way honestly. I just was scared to accept it.”

“Mm,” Jungwoo nods, a smile on his lips when Doyoung looks back up at him. “We’ve talked about it before, remember? Our alpha and omega have a strong connection.”

“They do,” Doyoung agrees, a laugh filling the air, “Now we’re going to have an even stronger connection.”

“I really can’t believe this,” Jungwoo whines, “We’re going to be bonded.”

Doyoung nods, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he shifts in his spot, his body moving closer to Jungwoo. “There’s something else too.” Doyoung waits until Jungwoo tilts his head at him, his ears wiggling cutely as he does so. “Will you breed me?” Doyoung says softly, hesitant for Jungwoo’s reaction.

Much like before, Jungwoo’s eyes widen, only this time his cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, making Doyoung’s own face heat up. “Breed you?” Jungwoo asks, “Like put babies in you?” Doyoung nods his head slowly, his teeth biting at the inside of his cheek. “Doyoung,” Jungwoo groans out, “You’re driving me crazy.” Doyoung parts his lips to respond but instead he gets Jungwoo’s lips on his. A hand slides along his cheek, pulling Doyoung up slightly to meet him. “Are you sure?” Jungwoo whispers against his lips, “This is huge, hyung, this is-”

Doyoung cuts off Jungwoo with another kiss, the alpha happily giving into him, his free hand sliding along Doyoung’s waist until his arm wraps around Doyoung. “I’m sure,” Doyoung finally says when their lips part, “I’m so sure, Jungwoo.” Doyoung reaches his hand up, his palm sliding against Jungwoo’s cheek, his thumb rubbing at his skin. “I know it’s a lot and maybe it’s too soon but there’s just something in me that’s telling me this is right, that this is what is meant to happen.”

“It almost has,” Jungwoo laughs out, his head tilting to melt into Doyoung’s touch.

Doyoung feels his cheeks flush at the comment, remembering the pregnancy scare they had a few months ago, a scare that honestly set off the whole thought for Doyoung, his mind not being able to help but wander, wondering what would happen if it wasn’t just a scare.

“I know,” Doyoung laughs as well, “So much for my strong birth control.”

“It was a sign,” Jungwoo smiles, “a sign that we’re-”

“Stop,” Doyoung says with a playful groan, his fingers pinching at Jungwoo’s cheek, “You know I don’t believe in that.”

“I know but still! It’s just a little too convenient, don’t you think?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes, “Well this time, I want it for real,” he says, his eyes meeting Jungwoo’s, “I stopped taking my birth control a few days ago,” the omega admits, “So hopefully,” Doyoung lets his words trail off, only to be picked up by Jungwoo.

“Hopefully you’ll be pregnant during your heat,” Jungwoo says breathily, “I can’t believe we’re really going to do this,” he says with a quiet squeal, his body bouncing slightly against the floor.

Doyoung feels his smile grow larger at Jungwoo’s reaction. He feels his heart swell and his omega flourish with happiness, both from finally spitting those words out and the fact that Jungwoo’s is just as happy as he is. Not only that but the whole conversation has made Jungwoo’s alpha perk up too, his pheromones becoming slightly stronger, further revving up Doyoung’s omega.

“Since you’re done all your homework,” Doyoung says, “Maybe we could have a little fun?” he suggests, making Jungwoo’s ears perk up for the dozenth time in the last few minutes. “A head start?”

Doyoung lets out a gasp when Jungwoo wraps his arms around him, pulling Doyoung on his lap fully. The action makes him laugh, his hands grabbing at Jungwoo’s arms, bracing himself as he settles down onto Jungwoo’s lap. The change of positions makes his legs shiver, being exposed to the cool air in the apartment, Doyoung’s bottom half only covered by small shorts that have ridden up. Their lips meet and Doyoung feels his tail wiggle in excitement, the kiss sending surges of pleasure through him. Excitement, nervousness, happiness, all run through him, Jungwoo’s lips making all his emotions feel more elevated now that Doyoung has finally spit out his plan and Jungwoo has happily agreed.

“I love you,” Jungwoo whispers against Doyoung’s lips, his hands sliding down from Doyoung’s waist, grabbing Doyoung’s hands and pushing his fingers between his. “I love you,” he repeats and it makes Doyoung nod his head quickly.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, his forehead bumping against Jungwoo’s, “I love you and I want you to be with me forever,” he whispers out.

“Forever, hyung,” Jungwoo says back, making Doyoung lean forward and press another kiss to his lips.

The first thing Doyoung feels when he wakes up is hot. He groans out softly, his eyes opening to see darkness, the only light coming from the clock on the nightstand and the nightlight that’s across the room, illuminating the small space around it. Doyoung shifts, trying his best not to disturb Jungwoo who’s snoring softly next to him, his body curled up on his side. His hand rubs at his face before it reaches over to try and grab his phone off the nightstand, fingers fumbling around until it can wrap around the device. Doyoung’s nose scrunches and his eyes close as the light from his screen hits him, the contrast being more than unpleasant. He waits until his eyes adjust, blinking a few times before he looks at the time, the clock reading just before six in the morning.

Doyoung’s met with a handful of notifications on his phone as well. There’s a little chunk of notifications from the group chat, a few emails about his inventory shipping from the warehouse, and a handful of social media likes and retweets. Doyoung tugs the blanket off him a bit, letting his legs stick out from the comforter as he clicks on the group chat messages, reading through the handful that came in after he had fallen asleep. It’s nothing important, nothing more than Ten and Jaehyun making plans for their morning shift together and Taeyong catching them up about bits and pieces he didn’t finish for his close. Doyoung’s jaw drops in a yawn before he shifts again, pushing more of the blanket off of him, his brows furrowing at the wetness between his legs that’s becoming more noticeable.

Doyoung
[5:58 am]
Ten and Jaehyun have a good shift this morning
Remember to call or text me if you need anything and NO inappropriateness please
It’s Valentine's day weekend and I need you two to actually do work

Ten
[6:00am]
Why did you have to choose to have your heat on the busiest weekend of the year 😾
And before you ask i’m only up because i had to pee, i don’t WANT to be up this early

Doyoung’s brows furrow together, his eyes rolling as he sits up in bed, eyes looking over at Jungwoo to see if the other moves. Once he’s certain that Jungwoo is still asleep, Doyoung slides out of bed, his feet pushing into his slippers, footsteps trying to be as quiet as possible as he walks to the bathroom. The light gets turned on after Doyoung’s shut the door, making sure the light doesn’t threaten to wake Jungwoo up. He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment, fingers fixing at his messy bangs before he looks down at his phone as it vibrates again. Instead of Ten’s messages being in their group, it’s a separate chat, their previous messages from the other day being pushed up by new ones.

Ten
[6:02]
This whole peeing every like 2 seconds is seriously not fun

Doyoung lets out a soft laugh, his fingers rubbing at his eyes as he attempts to type back with one hand.

Doyoung
[6:02am]
It’s only gonna get worse, you know

Ten
[6:03am]
SHUT UPPPPP, I’m trying not to think about it 😤
I cannot BELIEVE I have like thirty more weeks of this. I don’t think i’m going to survive

Doyoung
[6:04am]
Don’t be so dramatic, Ten

Ten
[6:04am]
All i’m saying is you better get your little bunny ass pregnant so i can have someone else to suffer with

Doyoung
[6:04am]
Yeah, yeah well you better behave at work so I can focus on my heat.
Please just promise me that you’ll be on your best behavior.

Ten
[6:05am]
Omg i promiseeeee, come on, have a little faith in your favorite kitty, doie
Go have fun getting yourself creampied

Doyoung scoffs at the text, his fingers locking his phone as he sets it on the bathroom counter. It takes him a moment to start washing up, the beginning of his heat making him slightly dizzy, his hands pressed against the counter as he waits for the spell to pass. Once it does, Doyoung takes his time doing his usual morning routine, knowing it’ll probably be the last proper one for a few days. His teeth are brushed thoroughly, face washed with his most lightweight cleanser, hair brushed and fluffed, and he takes a little less time than usual brushing his tail, sighing at the bit of slick that’s already seeped out from his underwear onto the back of it.

Before he wanders back into the bedroom, Doyoung tilts his head at his reflection in the mirror. He bites at his lip, letting his neck extend and fingers slide along the spot that’s more sensitive than usual now that his heat is here. It’s the spot right above where his neck meets his shoulder, a spot that Jungwoo has nipped and sucked on plenty of times, burying his face against it while knotting Doyoung. A spot that Doyoung has touched and caressed plenty of times himself as well. Times where Jungwoo was sleeping soundly next to him, his mind wandering off to all the possibilities of having the alpha bond him. Times where they’re together, skin to skin, where Doyoung finds himself having an overwhelming desire for Jungwoo to bite him, a feeling that Doyoung had never had until recently. Now though, as he looks at it in the mirror, his fingers pressing against the spot, there’s not a single bit of hesitation that runs through him.

The lack of hesitation, the acceptance that yes, this is what Doyoung wants, has a smile pulling his lips up, one that’s big and shows off his gums. Doyoung wants this. He wants it so much that his hands come together in a quiet clap, body wiggling with excitement. He takes a deep breath, one to try and calm him before he flicks off the light and steps out of the bathroom. Jungwoo is still sleeping, the alpha now on his back, one arm over his stomach and the other stretched out in the empty spot that Doyoung has left. Doyoung smiles when he gets closer, watching the way Jungwoo’s ears begin to twitch and his nose scrunches up, the alpha most likely dreaming.

Before sliding into bed, Doyoung tugs off his underwear, his eyes narrowing at the way the gray has changed colors, the fabric now a dark shade due to the slick that’s soaked it. There’s also a good amount of fresh slick, the white creamy slick stringing from between his legs and his thighs as he pulls his underwear off. Doyoung has a thought to wipe himself off before getting in bed, not exactly wanting to leave the cooling wetness all over his skin but he knows it won’t truly do anything and that he’ll get just as messy in a few minutes, especially curling up against Jungwoo. So he slowly slides back in bed, the slick sticking to his thighs and making his body shiver.

Despite the way his body is still feeling overly warm, Doyoung moves closer to Jungwoo, pressing against his boyfriend that’s sleeping soundly. He keeps the blanket off him, making it slightly awkward since Jungwoo is still under it but Doyoung gets as close as he can, his arm hooking over Jungwoo’s chest and his cheek resting on his shoulder, Jungwoo’s arm nicely resting under his neck and along his shoulders. Doyoung sucks in a deep breath, fully inhaling all the pheromones that Jungwoo is letting out. It’s his usual scent, the one mixed with his soap from the shower they had before bed last night, but it seems so much better, so much more inviting than usual.

With the new position, Jungwoo begins to stir after a few minutes, his body starting to realize that Doyoung is half laying on him. The alpha makes a gentle noise, his legs stretching out under the blanket, body shaking as he inhales through his nose. The other doesn’t even open his eyes, just turns on his side slightly, arms wrapping around Doyoung and pulling him as close as possible into a tight hug, making Doyoung laugh. The hug doesn’t last long, at least the tightness of it doesn’t, as Jungwoo’s arms begin to slowly loosen, allowing Doyoung to tilt his head and press a kiss to Jungwoo’s lips, the alpha pursing his own lips out just enough to kiss back. Jungwoo whines when Doyoung pulls away, tightening his arms around him again and bringing him back into another kiss. And another, and another, and another, their lips meeting softly and lazily in gentle kisses.

“Morning,” Doyoung laughs against Jungwoo’s lips after what feels like the hundredth kiss.

Jungwoo smiles, his eyes opening slowly when Doyoung pulls away, the alpha not putting up a fuss at the movement this time. His hand comes up to rub at his eyes, jaw dropping in a yawn and his legs stretching out under the blanket for another stretch. “Morning,” Jungwoo mumbles cutely.

Doyoung slides his fingers through Jungwoo’s hair, pausing between his ears to scratch the spot, making Jungwoo hum in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed and his head leaning up into Doyoung’s touch. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Jungwoo says with a sigh, his eyes opening when Doyoung moves his hand away, “How about you,” the alpha pauses, his hand that’s been resting on Doyoung’s shoulder begins to slide down along the curve of his back, resting above his tail, “How are you feeling? Your pheromones are pretty strong.”

“I’m alright,” Doyoung admits with a sigh, “Definitely feeling it.”

“You want to have breakfast real quick then?” Jungwoo suggests, the alpha covering his mouth with his free hand as he lets out a rather dramatic yawn.

“Yes please,” Doyoung happily nods, “I can make us something quick.”

Doyoung is the first to get out of bed, his body sliding towards the edge of the bed slowly, legs spreading slightly as he feels a rush of slick slide out of him. He feels it melt into the sheets, a decent sized wet spot being noticeable with the morning sun that’s peeking through their room. As Doyoung stands up, he feels a gentle slap against his cheek, making him turn around quickly to see Jungwoo pretending as though he’s sleeping. The act doesn’t last long though and soon Jungwoo is sputtering out a laugh, completely giving away his faux sleeping that Doyoung didn’t even fall for.

“Sorry,” he says as he rolls on his side, his cheek squished cutely against the pillow, “I couldn’t help it.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“Hyung,” Jungwoo adds as Doyoung begins to walk towards the kitchen, “are you really going to cook us breakfast like that?”

“I’m not ruining more underwear than needed,” Doyoung whines, “besides, I’ll just heat up our leftovers or something so it won’t be more than a few minutes.”

Only a few steps forward and Doyoung is already beginning to regret his decision to not put on underwear, or anything to help collect the slick that’s slowly leaking out of him. He tries to keep a straight face, not wanting to let it affect him but he can’t help but try and close his legs when a particularly big glob slides out of him. The action makes it land on his thigh, the creamy white staying for a moment before it begins to slide down his leg. Doyoung does his best to not make it obvious, quickly grabbing a paper towel and wiping it up, giving his pussy a swipe as well, his body twitching at the first bit of friction he’s getting.

Thankfully, Jungwoo is preoccupied, the other still in bed, hands holding his phone up as Doyoung begins to gather the containers out of the fridge. He gets one in the microwave, the other spread out on a plate, then one more into the microwave before he has to grab another paper towel. Only when he goes to pull his hand away, there’s fingers that bump against his and Doyoung quickly turns around to see Jungwoo behind him, a smile on his lips.

“You missed some back here,” he says, taking the paper towel from Doyoung to wipe another spot that Doyoung indeed missed. “Hyung,” Jungwoo laughs out, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re burning up and you’re leaking so much.”

“Well you’re making me leak more,” Doyoung huffs, “Your pheromones are so strong.”

Doyoung turns around to look at his boyfriend, Jungwoo standing behind him, slick covered paper towel still in his hand. The alpha still has sleep written all over his face, his eyes slightly red and his cheeks pink as well. His white sleep shirt is hanging off one of his shoulders, the size being a bit too big for him. The white color compliments the black of his underwear, his underwear that doesn’t do any kind of good job covering the fact that Jungwoo is hard, his cock attempting to tent in the tight fabric of his briefs. Jungwoo doesn’t even do anything but the sight of him being hard is enough to send a wave of pleasure through him, Doyoung’s teeth digging into his bottom lip as his pussy clenches in some kind of anticipation.

“Here,” Jungwoo says, taking a step forward, “I’ll hold it here for you,” he says as he moves closer, his hand sliding between Doyoung’s thighs, the rough feeling of the paper towel pressed against his pussy.

Doyoung scrunches his nose up, wanting to complain about how silly this is and how if Jungwoo would just go sit back down he could probably get through it. He doesn’t complain though because not only is Jungwoo closer to him, his torso nearly pressed against Doyoung’s back, but his hand is pushed against his pussy, giving him the bit of pressure he’s been subtly craving. To be fair, the idea isn’t actually terrible because now Doyoung doesn’t have the slick leaking all over him and joining the bit that’s on the floor between his feet, but every time he moves now, Jungwoo rubs the paper towel against him, making him suck in a sharp breath. Not only that but because Jungwoo is attempting to move with him, he’s got his hips pressed against him now, hard cock constantly pushing against his tail.

“Hyung,” Jungwoo says softly, a whisper against his shoulder, lips pressed against it gently, “You already soaked the paper towel, it’s leaking out onto my fingers now.”

The sensation of Jungwoo behind him, his hand attempting to push the paper towel more against him and the fact that his lips are so close to his neck, has Doyoung groaning out loudly. “Forget it,” he says quickly, his hand reaching down to tug the paper towel out from Jungwoo’s hand. The wet towel that Doyoung is trying to throw away, gets dropped on the floor instead when Jungwoo’s fingers slide through his wet folds, one finger brushing against his clit. “Fuck,” Doyoung groans out, his body leaning back into Jungwoo.

Slowly, Jungwoo wraps one arm around Doyoung, bending him back a bit, making his ass push out and his body leans forward to adjust to the position he knows Jungwoo wants him in. Doyoung’s hands grip at the kitchen counter, trying to keep himself grounded the best he can. Thankfully, Jungwoo doesn’t tease too much and his fingers only rub against him for a few swipes before two go in him easily, Doyoung obnoxiously wet with slick and stretched from their session before bed last night. The slight stretch of Jungwoo’s fingers, the feeling of having something in him, makes Doyoung moan out loudly, his legs spreading more as Jungwoo begins to thrust them in him.

“Jungwoo,” Doyoung whines out, his hips attempting to grind down against Jungwoo’s hand as the alpha curls his fingers up. “Fuck,” he moans, “I wanted to wait,” the omega laughs out breathily.

“You want me to stop?” Jungwoo asks, his fingers stilling in Doyoung, lips pressed against the back of his neck.

“Absolutely not,” Doyoung quickly spits back, his hand snaking down between his legs to push against Jungwoo’s.

The alpha laughs, playfully nipping at the back of Doyoung’s neck before he tilts forward enough to capture Doyoung’s lips. The angle isn’t the most comfortable and Doyoung breaks the kiss the moment that Jungwoo’s fingers begin moving in him again. His head hangs down, arms stretched out and fist gently hitting against the counter with a whimper. The alpha pushes another finger in, all three of them thrusting in and out of him with purpose, a speed that Doyoung likes. There’s the loud sound of squelching and just pure wetness that mixes with Doyoung’s quick breaths and moans. He can feel the slick sliding down his inner thighs, squirting down onto the rest of his legs due to Jungwoo’s fingers, making the slick get all over him.

As Doyoung expected, it doesn’t take long for him to begin to feel his orgasm. The feeling makes him grab onto Jungwoo’s arm that’s hooked around his waist, holding him even more now that his knees have become wobbly. He can feel his tail begin to puff up and Jungwoo presses his hips against him, his cock heavy and hot against his fluffy tail. Jungwoo can tell too, his fingers pushing in as far as they can go with each thrust, pausing for a moment to let all three of his fingers abuse his sensitive spot.

“Jungwoo,” the omega gasps out, “I’m cumming.”

Doyoung’s legs spread, trying to urge Jungwoo’s hand to go even faster as his orgasm quickly approaches. The alpha keeps his fingers in him, not thrusting but simply rubbing against his spot the best he can as Doyoung begins to shake. The feeling is almost too much and Doyoung leans his head back against his boyfriend, knees giving out for a brief minute before his orgasm finally hits him. Doyoung tightens his muscles around Jungwoo’s fingers, clenching around them so tightly he can hear Jungwoo laugh against him. Once he loosens enough for Jungwoo to pull out, he feels a heavy rush of wetness that leaves him. Not only does he feel it getting all over his thighs and legs but he feels it on his feet too, the thick stream of squirt hitting onto the floor under him. It doesn’t last long though, the first orgasm never does, but it’s enough to take the breath out of him, Doyoung feeling suddenly ten degrees hotter and his legs shaking.

“Oh god, Jungwoo,” Doyoung sighs, his hips twitching when Jungwoo runs his fingers over his still convulsing pussy.

“Feel better?” Jungwoo asks in a teasing manner, both of them well aware that the first orgasm always sets off a seemingly endless cycle of them.

“Yes and no,” Doyoung admits, his body straightening out slowly with the help of Jungwoo. “Fuck,” he laughs, “that felt exceptionally good.”

“Mm,” Jungwoo hums and when Doyoung regains his balance, he turns around to look at his boyfriend. The alpha is palming his cock, the member still heavy in his underwear. “Maybe because this is going to be different?”

Doyoung flushes at the comment, the alpha suggesting that his omega has already accepted that this is the heat he’s going to not only get bit for a bond but bred as well, a double positive for his omega. “Probably,” he says softly, “let me uh,” Doyoung pauses, biting down on his bottom lip as he looks down at the mess on the floor between them, “clean up and we can eat real quick before the next one comes.”

“I’ll do it,” Jungwoo suggests, Doyoung silently grateful for the offer. “Go lay down.”

Thankfully, despite Jungwoo being as hard as he is, he doesn’t suggest to have a round of sex, the alpha knowing how important it is for Doyoung to eat since soon, he won’t want anything else but Jungwoo’s cock. It’s one of the things that further makes Doyoung sure that Jungwoo is the one for him, as silly as the reason is. Jungwoo always puts Doyoung first before himself in this situation, whether it be Doyoung’s heat or Jungwoo’s rut, the alpha puts Doyoung’s health, safety, and desires first.

And Doyoung doesn’t fight back, happily nodding his head before he slowly walks back to the bed, his legs feeling like jelly already.

Jungwoo is right, Doyoung realizes rather soon. They’ve spent a handful of Doyoung’s heats together now and there’s something about this one that is different. Doyoung realizes it the moment that Jungwoo pushes in for the first time, his hands wet from squirt and slick pushing Doyoung’s thighs up against his chest, his tail being lifted up just enough for it not to rub on the bed. He realizes it when they make eye contact, as cheesy as it sounds, his whole body, omega and all, fully aware that this is the heat that will change everything. It’s a combination of anticipation, excitement, nervousness, and all the heat symptoms, making Doyoung oddly able to think straight, his mind and body focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Oh, Jungwoo,” Doyoung moans out, his head leaning back against the pillow, his hair already fluffed from the previous orgasm only moments ago. “You’re so big,” he gasps out as Jungwoo pushes in more, well aware that he hasn’t taken all of him yet.

“I think I’m bigger than usual,” Jungwoo says, his hands gripping tightly at Doyoung’s thighs, “It’s because of you, Doyoung,” the alpha breathes out, a low growl vibrating out from his chest, down to his fingertips against Doyoung’s hot skin.

Doyoung nods his head in acceptance, happily taking Jungwoo’s compliment as the alpha finally bottoms out, making Doyoung’s brows furrow together and his lips part for a sharp, quick, breath. Every inch of him feels as though it’s on fire, his body burning from the inside out but all Doyoung can think about is having Jungwoo closer to him, wanting the alpha to be pressed up against him. Jungwoo keeps his distance though, his arms straight out, holding Doyoung’s thighs against his stomach as he begins to thrust, the movements slow but deliberate. Jungwoo drags his cock back, back, back, until it pops out of Doyoung with a wet sound only to be pushed back in with an equally filthy squelch.

The uncoordinated, sloppy, alpha that Doyoung once had to walk through during sex, is no longer in front of him. He hasn’t been for a bit now but Doyoung still marvels at the way Jungwoo has improved. The younger one still has his moments, often getting way too excited and a little too rough as a result, but for the most part, Jungwoo moves with purpose now, knowing how to exactly pleasure Doyoung. This is one of those moments that Jungwoo has become too eager, Doyoung can tell by the way his cock keeps popping out every few thrusts, the thick, hot, length rubbing against his clit nearly every time. It makes a bubble of frustration rumble in the back of his throat, wanting nothing more than for Jungwoo to just fuck him without stopping.

Thankfully, Jungwoo doesn’t stumble too much longer, choosing to keep his cock buried in Doyoung for most of the time, barely pulling out past the halfway point before he thrusts back in, making Doyoung’s entire body rock at the force and speed that the alpha has set. Jungwoo’s hands slide down the back of Doyoung’s thighs, allowing him to move them, immediately wrapping them around Jungwoo’s lower back, heels pushing into Jungwoo to make him fall forward. Doyoung lifts his arms up, wrapping them around Jungwoo’s shoulders and hastily pulling him into a wet kiss. Their lips barely meet, halfway on each other’s due to the increase of speed Jungwoo has made, making it hard for them to line up together. They make it work though, sloppy, misplaced kisses being pressed over wet and swollen lips, tongues occasionally clashing and teeth uncomfortably bumping together in a way that only happens during their most desperate moments.

Jungwoo’s lips break away, planting a messy line down Doyoung’s jawline, the omega’s eyes rolling back at the new feeling. Doyoung’s fingers press against Jungwoo’s shoulders, his nails doing their best not to leave marks when Jungwoo moves along the expanse of his neck. The alpha teases, tongue sliding along the sweaty skin, not caring that he’s leaving lines of spit along it. There’s nips and sucks, Doyoung knowing he’ll have a collection of pretty marks like he usually does.

“Not yet,” Doyoung whines out, his nails purposely pushing against Jungwoo’s shoulders, making the alpha gasp out, “Tomorrow,” Doyoung says shakily. There isn't any push back, Jungwoo realizing what Doyoung is referring to. Instead, the alpha presses his forehead against Doyoung’s neck, his nose rubbing against the spot and his lips pressing the smallest of kisses as well. There’s a quick snap of Jungwoo’s hips and it’s what sets Doyoung off, the bunny’s head leaning back and his back arching up into Jungwoo, quick and sharp gasps making his chest flutter. “Don’t stop,” Doyoung whimpers, “Fuck, Woo, I’m gonna cum.”

Jungwoo doesn’t stop, not even when Doyoung’s entire body tightens, pussy clenching around him tight enough for Jungwoo to bite down on Doyoung’s shoulder. The alpha keeps his hips moving though, doing the best he can to fuck him through his orgasm. It’s absolutely mind-blowing, Doyoung’s breath is being sucked right out of him and he’s fearful for a brief minute that it may never come back. The space between them is wet, Doyoung’s pussy trying its best to squirt while Jungwoo is still stuffed in him. Doyoung barely comes down from his orgasm when he feels Jungwoo cum as well, his cock twitching in him and a different kind of warmth blooming from within him.

As most of his first heat days go, Doyoung is in and out for the day. He’ll come too after a knotting, sighing at the wetness on him and the slightly uncomfortable feeling of being full. Jungwoo will clean him up after his knot goes down, happily rubbing a painfully cold handful of baby wipes along Doyoung’s body, knowing it’s rather pointless to get a shower this early on into his heat. Doyoung will get up and get himself a water, taking bites of the pantry full of snack foods that he’s acquired since Jungwoo moved in during the summer, not having to desire to put much else in him. Then he either dozes off while they watch TV or he lets his hand wander down between his legs, stirring up the desire once again.

They have round after round of sex, each just as wonderful as the last one. It’s so pleasurable, having Jungwoo with him, way more pleasurable than any other alpha Doyoung has spent a heat with. It’s miserable for him, sure, but Jungwoo makes it fun, if it makes sense. He’ll fuck him in all kinds of positions and in different places too, places that Doyoung puts up a fuss about before he gets the alpha’s cock shoved in him. Jungwoo lays him down on their small kitchen table, the round surface barely being big enough to cover the length of Doyoung’s back and the poor thing rocks like it’s going to break any moment at the rate Jungwoo snaps his hips. He takes him against the wall of the pantry, the bag of goodies that was once in his hand now sadly all over the floor when Jungwoo lifts him up and fucks him like that.

Now towards the end of the night, Jungwoo is a little more gracious, his hands gripping Doyoung’s hips as the bunny rides him, his body bouncing with the help of Jungwoo, the omega beyond tired.

“Oh god,” Doyoung practically sobs, his hands sprawled out against Jungwoo’s chest, “Please,” he pleads, “I need it so bad.”

Doyoung’s head lolls back when he feels Jungwoo’s knot catch on the rim of his poor sore pussy. It’s almost there, so, so incredibly close to being big enough. Doyoung can tell that Jungwoo is trying to hold out though, not wanting them to be knotted just yet. He knows Jungwoo wants to stuff him though, the alpha having been whispering about it ever since this one popped, telling Doyoung how much he’s going to fill him up. Not only that but Doyoung has been lingering on an orgasm for a better part of five minutes, getting so close each time only for Jungwoo to slow down or stop all together. Just as Doyoung is about to complain again, the alpha reaches his hand between them, his fingers pressing against his clit. The shockwaves of sudden increased pleasure is enough to send Doyoung stumbling into his orgasm, finally.

There’s a flood between them, Doyoung quickly squirting enough for it to slide off Jungwoo and begin pooling at the sides of his hips. Jungwoo uses the opportunity to push his cock in, the knot throbbing and hot, finally sticking in him. Jungwoo’s hands grip at Doyoung’s hips like his life depends on it, the alpha feeling just as much pleasure from the knotting as Doyoung does. The bunny lets the tears that have been lingering in the corners of his eyes finally go, no longer holding them hostage. They slide down his cheeks as Doyoung leans forward, practically collapsing on Jungwoo, the alpha quickly welcoming him with his warm arms.

Doyoung lets out a breathy laugh, several sniffles making his nose twitch as he comes to, his cheek pressed against Jungwoo’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he laughs, rubbing his nose against Jungwoo’s sweaty and wonderfully smelling skin. “Are you still cumming,” he asks as he feels Jungwoo’s cock still throbbing in him.

“Mhm,” Jungwoo nods, one hand sliding up Doyoung’s back to run through his own hair, pushing the sweaty bangs back, “That was a big knot,” the alpha laughs.

“I feel so much better,” Doyoung admits happily, “I know it won’t last long but damn,” Doyoung smiles, “I feel good.”

“Good enough for me to give you a little early Valentine’s day gift?” Jungwoo asks, his fingers rubbing at his eyes as he yawns.

Doyoung tilts his head, his body sitting up just enough to see the clock that’s halfway covered with a nearly empty water bottle and a handful of soiled baby wipes. “You can’t wait until tomorrow? It’s nearly midnight.”

“No,” Jungwoo whines with a pout, his hand sliding along Doyoung’s back. “I feel like I should give it to you now.” The alpha pats at Doyoung’s hip gently, “Look in the nightstand drawer.”

Doyoung furrows his brows, his cheeks puffing out slightly at Jungwoo’s desire to give him his gift right now while they’re stuck like this instead of just waiting until the morning. But there’s a curiosity running through Doyoung and so he leans back, doing the best he can to stay stable on Jungwoo and not tug on his knot as he reaches towards the nightstand. His hand blindly taps around at the usual things that are in the drawer. There’s the notebook Doyoung keeps for schedules, his own, the kitties, and Jungwoo’s work and school schedule. There’s the little bottle of flavored lube Jungwoo had brought home the other day, the pieces of hard candy that Doyoung keeps there for his late night sweet tooth. Then there’s something his fingers bump into that isn’t supposed to be there. It’s a box, a velvet one that somewhat shocks his fingers at the texture.

“Jungwoo,” Doyoung says firmly as his fingers linger over the box.

“It’s not what you think,” Jungwoo quickly adds, “I promise.”

With some hesitancy, Doyoung pulls the box out of the drawer. It’s a small one, a size that could really only be one thing. Doyoung swallows, his heart beginning to speed up just as it had slowed down from their round of sex. His fingers find themselves being stiff, seemingly unable to open the box for a good amount of time until they finally open it.

“It’s a promise ring,” Jungwoo says as Doyoung stares down at the shimmering silver band that’s staring back at him. “I know we’re technically past the whole courting thing but,” Jungwoo pauses, his fingers curling around Doyoung’s hip gently, “I told you I wanted to keep courting you so.” The alpha laughs sheepishly, clearing his throat before he continues again, Doyoung doing nothing but staring at the ring in the box. “I know I tell you this all the time and I guess it’s kind of pointless now since we’re going to bond but I wanted to get it for you as a promise that I’ll always take care of you. I know it’s cheesy and super old school but I really like the idea and-”

“Jungwoo,” Doyoung finally says, lowering the box to meet the alpha’s nervous eyes. “Thank you,” Doyoung says, feeling his eyes beginning to become teary again.

“I know you,” Jungwoo says slowly, his thumb rubbing against Doyoung’s hip, “Haven’t ever had a good relationship really and neither have I so I just thought,” Jungwoo bites down on his lip, his eyes staring into Doyoung’s. “I want you to know I’m really serious about this, about you.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Doyoung says, attempting to laugh away the tightening in his throat and the funny feeling in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo whines, “I’m not trying to, I just wanted you to know.”

“I know,” Doyoung confirms, “I’ve known since the beginning,” he says with a nod. “Jungwoo, this is really nice.”

“Put it on,” the alpha urges, his thighs bouncing under Doyoung, making him laugh.

It’s a bit of a surreal feeling as Doyoung tugs the ring out of the box. It’s just a simple silver band, no diamonds, no jewels or embellishes of any sort, just a slim silver band. The box gets set to the side, the ring between Doyoung’s fingers as he takes a moment to examine it, his heart speeding up at the sight. He knows it’s not a different kind of ring, knows it’s not an engagement ring but it’s practically what it feels like, and it makes Doyoung all sorts of fuzzy inside. The ring slides on slowly, fitting pretty much perfectly over his finger, Doyoung stretching his fingers out to examine it more.

“Hyung,” Jungwoo whines, his hips bucking up a bit to make Doyoung jolt, “let me see.”

Doyoung laughs, holding his hand out for Jungwoo to see and he watches the way Jungwoo’s face lights up, possibly one of the biggest smiles that Doyoung has ever seen on his lips. Slowly, Jungwoo grabs at Doyoung’s hand, his other one still resting on Doyoung’s thigh as he tilts his head, thumb rubbing over the band that sits prettily on his finger.

“Wow,” Jungwoo breathes out, “It looks better than I imagined.”

“It does look good, doesn’t it?” Doyoung smiles, his hand sliding out of Jungwoo’s grasp, holding his hand up once again to admire the new jewelry on him. “But I’m gonna take it off for now.”

“Why,” Jungwoo pouts, his plump lips jutted out rather dramatically.

“Cause,” Doyoung responds simply, “Let’s get a shower. I don’t want it to get messed up.”

Jungwoo lets out a little huff of acceptance, his hands kneading at Doyoung’s thighs. “Get off slowly,” he says, “it might tug a bit since it’s not all the way down.”

The knot in him is smaller than when he first shoved it in but definitely not completely gone and Doyoung feels it as he slowly lifts up off of Jungwoo, the knot tugging slightly against his swollen pussy. The moment he lifts up enough for Jungwoo’s cock to slide out, there’s a gush that has Doyoung swallowing. It’s a gush of cum, thick and still warm that comes out of him as if it’s his own slick. Jungwoo reaches his hand down as the cum continues to slide out of Doyoung, pressing his fingers up against his entrance, letting out a laugh.

“No, stay in,” he whines dramatically, “We need to make bunnies.”

The statement has Doyoung both blushing and laughing, his hand hitting at Jungwoo’s thigh. “Please,” he breathes out, “It’s not like this is all of it. Besides, that’s not even how it works.” Doyoung slides off of Jungwoo completely, settling in the space between his legs, cheeks turning another shade of pink at the sight of Jungwoo’s cock nearly completely covered in the white of his own cum that has leaked out of Doyoung. “Can you help me?”

Jungwoo helps Doyoung out of bed gently, the bunny’s legs still feeling like jelly and their day of sex finally beginning to hit him, Doyoung realizing how tired he actually is. They wash each other in the shower, Doyoung leaning against Jungwoo for the majority of it, the two sharing gentle kisses, neither of them letting it go any further than that. Jungwoo takes the time to dry Doyoung’s tail, even though he whines about how it’s going to get wet from slick in a few hours, Jungwoo takes the time to care for it. They munch on a box of cookies in bed together before they end up falling asleep. Jungwoo falls asleep first, the alpha laying with his head on Doyoung’s chest and arm wrapped around him tightly. Doyoung fades off a little while after, his hand resting on Jungwoo’s arm, ring even shimmering in the glow of the TV that they don’t bother to turn off.

There’s an underlying static of disappointment when Doyoung wakes up on the second day, his mind racing with all the plans he had wanted to make for Valentine’s day, plans that were sadly kicked to the side since his heat decided to align with the holiday. Doyoung had wanted to take Jungwoo out to dinner, a nice fancy place that Doyoung had picked out when looking at potential restaurants before. Wanted to maybe book a hotel for a night and treat themselves to something other than Doyoung’s studio apartment for a night. Instead, he’s waking up in heat, his body already with a thin layer of sweat and a gracious amount of wetness between his legs.

Jungwoo is still clinging to him when he wakes up and Doyoung tilts his head to check the time, wondering just how long he was asleep for. It hasn’t been long, only a few hours, his apartment still dark as he attempts to slowly peel Jungwoo off of him, doing his best not to wake the alpha up. The other stirs, lips pushing together in a sleepy pout for a moment before he shuffles backwards, his cheek now on his own pillow and his arm tucked under his chest. Doyoung watches him for a moment, making sure the alpha is still asleep before he scoots away from him, enough for him to spread his thighs, knees falling to the bed as he bends his legs.

Doyoung knows he probably shouldn’t get himself even more worked up than he is but the desire is just too strong. He’s well aware of the consequences as he slides his hand down under the blanket, fingers slipping along the wetness of his folds, feeling the globs of slick that are sticking to him. Doyoung bites down on his lip, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the sudden sensation of his fingers on his pussy. It’s still swollen, even more than it was before he went to sleep, a result of not only the many rounds of sex and knottings but just his heat in general.

The bunny doesn’t waste any time pushing his fingers in, letting two slide in slowly. A whimper bubbles up in his chest and Doyoung does his best to swallow it as his fingers begin to thrust, still not wanting to wake Jungwoo up. Even though it’s just two fingers, it feels like it’s heaven. They thrust quickly, curling up and desperately trying to rub at his spot, Doyoung eager to just cum, regardless of the fact it’s only been a minute or two. Two doesn’t do it though and soon Doyoung lets out a sigh, his toes curling against the bed and his hips shifting down in frustration. Another finger pushes in and it’s the same feeling, the lingering feeling of right before an orgasm and no matter how much Doyoung tries, nothing seems to work. It all feels so good, almost too good for him to not orgasm already, yet nothing happens, the bubble of an orgasm never gets past the point of no return.

His goal is to not wake Jungwoo up, wishfully hoping that he could get an orgasm out and go back to bed himself, a challenge that Doyoung knows he’s going to lose. He’s well aware of it when he lets his arm fall against his side, a pained whimper pushing past his lips.

“Need help?”

Doyoung looks over to see Jungwoo sleepily looking at him, his eyes barely open and his body still in the same position. The omega shakes his head, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he lets out a sigh. “No, it’s okay,” Doyoung lies, “Go back to sleep.”

Jungwoo doesn’t say anything for a minute, his eyes closing slowly and Doyoung thinks he’s fallen back asleep. The alpha stirs again though, legs stretching out under the blanket and body turns on its side, fingers rubbing at his eyes. “Hyung,” Jungwoo says with a yawn, “How can I let you play without me,” Jungwoo pouts, “Besides, you smell so good,” the alpha says happily.

“I know but,” Doyoung starts, his words trailing off as he sees Jungwoo tug the blanket up over him, Doyoung’s brows furrowing in confusion at his actions.

Doyoung soon realizes what Jungwoo is up to. The alpha slides down on the bed, remaining under the blanket as he slides over to Doyoung, moving up between his legs. Doyoung bites his lip, lifting the blanket up just enough to see Jungwoo looking up at him, the alpha dangerously close to his pussy. Doyoung moans out breathily when Jungwoo lets his fingers slide between Doyoung’s folds.

“So wet,” Jungwoo mumbles and not a moment later, his fingers slide off of Doyoung and his lips take their place.

The omega groans, his hand dropping the blanket as his head leans back against the pillow. Jungwoo places gentle kisses along his pussy, giving every bit of skin a kiss, tongue even darting out along the insides of his thighs, making Doyoung jolt due to the tickly feeling. The kisses go on for what seems like forever but Doyoung doesn’t complain, happily pushing his hips down to receive more. His hand snakes down under the blanket, finding its way into Jungwoo’s hair, tugging on it a bit to urge Jungwoo even closer to him, despite his mouth already being pressed against him.

“Jungwoo,” Doyoung gasps when the alpha lets his tongue swirl around his clit and it’s exactly what Doyoung needs.

The licks are nothing more than kitten licks, gentle ones that are a result of Jungwoo still waking up but it’s incredible. It brings Doyoung back to the point he was before, lingering right in front of his orgasm build. There’s no longer a wall in front of it though and when Jungwoo begins to eat him out, Doyoung quickly begins to climb up, up, and up. He climbs so high so quickly that he doesn’t even get to give Jungwoo a warning, the only thing he’s able to do is suck in a sharp breath and tug on Jungwoo’s hair roughly, fingers twisting in his hair. Jungwoo’s lips stay for a bit longer before they pull away only to be replaced by two fingers being pushed in him, thrusting in and out quickly, curled up just the way they should be. Doyoung’s hips shake, his thighs trying to squeeze together around Jungwoo’s shoulders only to fail. His back arches, his tail wiggles and he can feel it getting a fresh round of wetness on it, different from the slick that’s already weighing it down.

“Oh my god,” Doyoung chokes out when his orgasm finally begins to settle. His thighs continue to shake and his pussy contracts every few seconds, making his hips twitch.

Jungwoo soon slides up, the blanket following him until Doyoung tugs it off his head when the alpha gets to his chest. Doyoung lets out a breathy laugh at Jungwoo, the alpha’s face obviously wet, bangs sticking to his forehead at the tips. Doyoung wraps his arms around Jungwoo, pulling him closer and into a kiss. He immediately tastes himself as their lips meet, Jungwoo’s tongue quickly pushing at his lips, asking for access. It’s a taste that Doyoung doesn’t ever particularly enjoy, especially during his heat when his slick turns slightly sour. There’s not a word of complaint though and Doyoung happily allows Jungwoo to deepen the kiss.

Hands run up his thighs, allowing Doyoung’s knees to fall back to the sides, Jungwoo moving between them. There’s one gentle swipe of Jungwoo’s cock against his folds before he pushes in, making Doyoung gasp against the alpha’s lips, giving Jungwoo a chance to bite at his bottom lip, tugging it out slowly until it slips out of his grasp. As Jungwoo begins to thrust, their foreheads meet, eyes staring into each other, Doyoung biting down on his lip roughly to try to keep the moans down, knowing it’s early in the morning. The attempt to be quiet is completely disregarded when Jungwoo straightens out and his hands slide up Doyoung’s chest, fingers sliding along his nipples. His chest has swollen slightly, still barely anything and they both know it’ll grow more by the end of the day, the swelling having become a regular occurrence during Doyoung’s heats now.

It doesn’t take long before Doyoung’s back is arching, hands squeezing and tugging at the blankets due to another orgasm. Jungwoo gives him a moment to recover before he pulls out, hands flipping Doyoung over onto his stomach and tugging his hips up. Doyoung’s tail wiggles at the new position, happy to be free and not squished. It wiggles again when Jungwoo pushes back in, his hands resting on Doyoung’s cheeks, a gentle slap landing on his ass, making Doyoung moan out. Jungwoo does all the things that Doyoung loves. He tugs on his tail just hard enough to bring some pain, just the way Doyoung enjoys it. The alpha holds onto the puff as he thrusts, squeezing at it whenever Doyoung clenches around his cock. Doyoung can feel colors bloom along his skin after every bite that Jungwoo does. Some are hard, some are soft and are more like hickeys than actual bites, but the roughness of it all will bring out the blues and purples that contrast against Doyoung’s skin.

Doyoung cums again, this time Jungwoo pulls out, allowing him to squirt on his cock. The position doesn’t last more than a few seconds, Doyoung still in the middle of cumming when Jungwoo turns him back around, body landing on the bed with a bounce. For a moment, Doyoung thinks Jungwoo is going to crawl over him to cum on his face, an action that Jungwoo enjoys doing, moaning about how nice Doyoung looks all covered in his cum. It’s not the case, Doyoung finds out rather quickly when Jungwoo slides back between Doyoung’s legs and pushes his cock in again. Despite the fact that Doyoung has had Jungwoo’s cock shoved in him for the better part of a half an hour, there’s a stretch, the alpha’s cock having swollen even more. It makes Doyoung’s eyes begin to tear up at the slight pain the stretch brings, the tears quickly slide along his skin, disappearing into his sideburns as he feels the knot at the base of Jungwoo’s cock.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo says firmly, making the omega look up at him. “Doyoung,” Jungwoo repeats, this time slightly softer, “Doyoung,” he whines out this time, his fingers curling against Doyoung’s sides. “Can I?” Jungwoo asks, “I really,” he pauses to let out a moan, “I really want to bite you right now.”

Those words, that question, makes Doyoung’s entire body tingle. He knows he’s taking longer than he should to answer, especially when they’ve already discussed this whole thing. But for what seems like forever, all Doyoung can do is stare up at Jungwoo, his lips parted and unable to respond. They’ve talked about this, they’ve agreed upon this, both spending a good amount of time discussing things to make sure this is truly what they both want, both of them knowing the consequences if they change their minds. There’s a sense of hesitation because of that, Doyoung knowing that there’s not a good way of reversing this the moment it happens.

“Yes,” Doyoung says quickly, his head nodding as he watches Jungwoo’s eyes roll back for a brief moment.

He doesn’t exactly know what to do so he tilts his head, doing his best to extend his neck, eyes still locked with Jungwoo as he does it. He can see the different thoughts running through his alpha, his eyes scanning and his chest rising and falling in quick breaths. Doyoung’s read up about bonding, both of them have after they agreed to bond but everything that Doyoung has read has left his mind, the only thing on it now is Jungwoo and how he’s going to become his.

The alpha slows his hips, an action that would have Doyoung complaining but there’s too many other things to focus on instead. Jungwoo leans down, his hands moving away from Doyoung’s sides to tug his hands off the sheets, their fingers intertwining tightly. Doyoung lets out a gasp when he feels Jungwoo’s lips against his neck, the feeling making his chest flutter in a whimper and his thighs to squeeze around Jungwoo’s hips. The kisses last for probably longer than they should and he can tell Jungwoo is nervous, his fingers twitching against his. Doyoung bites down on his bottom lip, trying to take steady breaths as he waits.

Jungwoo begins to thrust his hips again, the speed gradually returning to what it was a few minutes ago. His lips linger on the spot as he gets situated, his hands squeezing at Doyoung’s and Doyoung sucks in a deep breath when Jungwoo’s lips pull away for a moment. Those lips are only away for a short time before they’re back and this time it’s not just a kiss. The bite starts okay, it doesn’t hurt right away but the more Jungwoo bites, the more the pain begins to spread. Jungwoo presses down into his more, his hands gripping at Doyoung’s even tighter as Doyoung feels Jungwoo’s canines sink into his skin. The alpha has bitten him plenty before, it was a warning that Doyoung had gotten before they spent their first night together, Jungwoo shyly admitting that he enjoys to bite. But this, this is nothing like that. Jungwoo has bitten before but he’s never broken the skin, never bitten this hard or deep before.

Doyoung squeezes his eyes shut, his hands trying to wiggle out of Jungwoo’s grasp in an instinctual desire to push him away. He chokes out a sob, tears quickly pushing past his tightly shut eyes and Doyoung feels his throat tighten up for the beginning of a cry. Doyoung knew it was going to hurt, read countless stories about it and obviously realizes that it’s meant to hurt but the extent of the pain is something he physically wasn’t prepared for. His entire body hurts, even the snaps of Jungwoo’s hips that have gotten rougher the longer he stays connected to Doyoung’s neck.

“Jungwoo,” Doyoung gasps, his hands finally breaking free from the alpha’s to quickly push at his arms, “Ow, ow, ow, oh my god.”

The alpha doesn’t pull away, only sinks his teeth further into Doyoung, making him choke out a sob in pain. It’s hands down the most painful thing that Doyoung has ever experienced, the pain being more than just pain. There’s a burning sensation that runs up his entire neck, a numbing kind of burning that has his chest twitching in hiccup filled cries. Doyoung’s arms are quickly pinned down against the bed roughly and Jungwoo’s hips begin to thrust faster, the swell of his knot catching on Doyoung’s pussy. It’s a cluster of sensations that make Doyoung practically overwhelmed. Not only is his body overwhelmed but his mind as well, his omega swelling with happiness at the actions that are happening.

It’s the first time that Doyoung has ever really felt that Jungwoo is an alpha, if it makes sense. There’s the obvious physical parts that are alpha like his cock and knot and larger stature but it’s the roughness of right now that is different. Jungwoo is normally always on alert, always stopping at any sign that Doyoung is in pain, even if it’s the pain that he likes. Now though, Jungwoo has him pinned down, his teeth sunk into his neck and hot breaths and a low growl hitting along Doyoung’s skin. It’s so alpha, overwhelmingly the most alpha that Jungwoo has ever been, all of it right now being purely instinctual.

Jungwoo stays connected to him as he pushes his knot in, making him moan loudly against his neck. Doyoung whimpers, his legs spreading at the feeling of being stretched out even more and the sensation of Jungwoo cumming in him, his cock throbbing and twitching as it fills him up. Doyoung feels his legs shaking as a result of the pain, shaking so much that he wraps them around Jungwoo’s waist in an attempt to stop it. The combination of Jungwoo knotting him and the pain that’s only increasing, makes Doyoung’s pussy clench around the alpha as he feels a wetness beginning between them. It’s not from Doyoung cumming and it’s not slick and the feeble attempt at stopping himself from peeing is quickly given up, allowing his muscles to loosen and his bladder begin to empty.

Doyoung doesn’t know what makes Jungwoo pull away but the moment he does, Doyoung’s body slumps against the bed even more than it already is in relief. The small bit of pain being taken away is enough to have Doyoung fully relax, his bladder still happily releasing the best it can while Jungwoo is knotted in him. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second before he looks up at Jungwoo, blinking quickly to rid the tears that still linger. The alpha is staring down at him, his teeth sunken into his bottom lip, both of his lips bright red and bloody, a sight that makes Doyoung swallow thickly.

“Are you okay?” Jungwoo asks quietly. Doyoung doesn’t know how to respond because he’s not technically okay, he’s in pain, a lot of pain, and everything feels weird and odd and he’s having trouble processing everything. “Hyung,” Jungwoo tries again, his hand grabbing at Doyoung’s.

“I’m okay,” Doyoung breathes out, his nose scrunching up as he attempts to nod his head. “It just hurt way more than I expected.”

Out of curiosity, Doyoung lifts his free hand up, fingers gently dancing along his neck at the spot. The first thing he feels is a sting from the tips of his fingers, the second a warm wetness that Doyoung realizes is blood when he pulls his fingers away, holding them in front of him. His fingers repeat the action once more before he feels Jungwoo shift, leaning over him to grab the nearly empty bag of baby wipes. Doyoung doesn’t complain when Jungwoo cleans him up, even when the cloth burns against his skin, causing him to suck in a deep breath.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo says, making Doyoung look up at him. “Doyoung, we’re bonded now.”

Slowly, Jungwoo’s face turns from seriousness to happiness. It starts with his lips, his teeth holding his bottom lip down as he tries to hold back the smile, ultimately failing rather quickly. His eyes light up too and Doyoung can’t help but smile when Jungwoo lifts his thumb up, biting down on it gently. Doyoung doesn’t bother to stop the bubble of laughter that pushes past his lips, his head nodding in agreement.

“We’re bonded now,” Doyoung repeats, the alpha letting out a happy sigh immediately after. Jungwoo laughs, hands pressing against his cheeks, squishing them together until his lips pucker, making Doyoung roll his eyes playfully. “I love you,” Doyoung adds and Jungwoo quickly leans down to capture his lips in a kiss.

It’s a bit too rough and Doyoung feels tinges of pain against his neck when Jungwoo cups at Doyoung’s cheeks but it’s not enough pain for him to make Jungwoo move. Neither of them take it any further than pecks on the lips, not a single motion to make it deeper. Part of it is due to Jungwoo giggling against Doyoung’s lips after every kiss, the other part being that they don’t need anything more at the moment.

As the minutes tick on, Doyoung expects to start feeling different. He didn’t exactly expect to see lights and rainbows or anything like that the moment Jungwoo bit him but he thought he’d feel something other than pain. There’s a moment of panic that runs through him as he thinks about it, wondering if Jungwoo possibly didn’t bite the right spot and they actually aren’t bonded at all. He knows Jungwoo did it right though, the part of his neck that usually aches and begs to be bit is the part that is hurting, the pain still not subsiding even a little. And despite not having some breathtaking experience during the actual process, Doyoung does pick up on little things here and there. The smell of Jungwoo seems to be stronger, though it very well could be a reaction to the bonding, Jungwoo’s alpha getting all geared up for it. And in a weird way, Doyoung feels like he’s more with Jungwoo, more connected from the inside. It’s all barely there though and Doyoung could very well be looking for bits and pieces that aren’t even there.

It doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around Jungwoo and pulling him into a tight hug, tugging him down as close as he can because now this is his alpha officially.