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“You want me to strip at your fiance’s omega shower?” Chanyeol asked his best friend in disbelief.
“I was supposed to do it but I suddenly have a work emergency,” Sehun told him, as Chanyeol watched him frantically dumping a couple of days’ worth of clothing in a duffle. “When my soon-to-be father-in-law calls, it means it’s really urgent.”
Chanyeol had always thought Sehun’s job as a helicopter pilot was incredibly cool, but the job required that he would be on call. Chanyeol felt like he was living solo in the two-bedroom condo they were renting because Sehun seemed to be flying somewhere all the time. Oh Sehun had an exclusive contract with the biggest hospital in Seoul, and that was where he met Baekhyun, his now fiancé, who was the son of the CEO of said hospital.
“Anyway, Baekhyun knows I’m sending you, so…” Sehun glanced at his wristwatch, clucking his tongue, which meant that he was running late. “Think you can get there in 30 minutes?”
“What?!” Chanyeol protested, when Sehun started for the door, as the former chased after him. “But I scheduled a gaming livestream today, you know I have to do it double time since I need more funds if I want a chance to win D.O.’s video call event—”
Sehun bit his lower lip to stop a smirk and then turned around to regard his best friend more empathetically. “It’s always D.O. this and D.O. that, since you DJ-ed on his debut showcase 11 years ago. You never got over that first encounter. It’s not like I blame you. He is pretty hot,” he acknowledged, pointing at the exclusive hoodie Chanyeol bought from D.O.’s concert last year, featuring D.O. smiling with a cherry blossom flower tucked behind his ear.
He pulled out his phone, relieved that there was no message from Baekhyun’s father yet and figured he had a little bit of time to make sure Baekhyun’s omega shower still proceeded without a hitch, so he opened his banking app. “I was already checking a shady website for a replacement stripper, and was completely flabbergasted that they charged that much.”
Chanyeol was surprised that his own cell phone from his pocket vibrated. He gave out an absurd gasp at the notification of the ridiculous amount that Sehun just sent him.
“Will that cover the funds you were aiming for D.O.’s VCE?” Sehun asked innocently.
Chanyeol narrowed his eyes on him, because his best friend was aware this was the most money he would ever earn in one night, even with a million plus viewers on his popular gaming livestream LUCKY. “This is bribery.”
“No, it’s a win-win situation, my friend. Besides, I trust you, and I know you’re going to keep it clean for my fiance’ and his friends.”
“Apart from the fact that I can’t dance?” Chanyeol scowled, which made Sehun laugh out loud.
“Well, that too,” Sehun cajoled, patting Chanyeol on the shoulder.
Sehun remembered that his pilot’s uniform was hanging from the laundry. He quickly felt the fabric to check if it was dry (enough) and threw the button-up shirt and black pants over to his best friend. “Wear that. The omegas will go crazy.”
Chanyeol grimaced as he attempted to catch the uniform with both hands, when the pilot suddenly dragged him out the door and locked it behind them. “I’ll drive you there.”
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Somehow Chanyeol managed to change into Sehun's pilot uniform at the backseat on the way over, with his best friend seeming amused at his struggle. Sehun did deliver him at least to the front doors of the penthouse Baekhyun had arranged to have his omega shower.
Sehun rang the doorbell and Chanyeol's throat was growing dry at the thought of dancing and performing whatever requests get thrown at him, in front of who knew how many omegas inside.
Baekhyun opened the door, eyes instantly shining at the sight of his gorgeous fiance, who immediately took him in his arms and gave him a deep kiss in greeting.
“Mian, jagiya,” Sehun breathed on his love’s lips, giving Baekhyun not one, not two, not three (You get the idea) innumerable kisses. “I couldn’t do the Magic Mike routine I promised you.”
"It’s okay," Baekhyun whispered, wrapping his arms around Sehun's neck to draw him closer. "I prefer my own private show anyway."
Chanyeol looked away, as he always felt like such a third wheel whenever he was around Sehun and Baekhyun. He was happy for his best friend for finding a mate, but he wished he was as fortunate. He felt as if he didn’t have much to offer since his music career didn’t exactly take off after his military enlistment. Although he was making decent enough money being a DJ for clubs and an online gamer with over a million followers, those occupations didn’t necessarily equate to being a good provider.
Perhaps it also was because his own standards for a mate were too high and unrealistic. Sure, there were the essentials: he wanted someone who was short and cute, had the same sense of humor as him, who could cook well and sing even better...
And more importantly, it would be nice if they looked just like D.O., the Kpop Idol.
When Chanyeol emerged from his reverie, Sehun and Baekhyun were still making out.
He made a face and started coughing. “Uh, hello... Should I leave?”
The lovers froze, momentarily forgetting that they weren’t alone.
“I did bring the next best thing, though,” Sehun assured, affectionately rubbing his nose against Baekhyun’s, who giggled as he untangled himself from his fiance and finally smiled at Chanyeol.
Suddenly, Sehun’s cell phone rang.
"It’s Daddy." Baekhyun guessed, cringing, because he knew he was right.
Calmly, Sehun answered. “Yeobosaeyo, sajangnim?” He murmured affirmatively a couple of times, over some brisk instructions. “Uh, yes, Baekhyun’s here.”
“Hello, Daddy,” Baekhyun greeted sweetly, taking the phone from his fiance. “Yes, yes, Sehun’s just telling me you need him for a couple of days. All right. I love you, Daddy.”
And with that, father and son said their goodbyes.
“Both of you take care, okay?” Baekhyun reminded, as Sehun gave him one last kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Sehun echoed softly, smiling at his beloved.
And Sehun would always get that wistful look in his eyes, everytime he had to say goodbye to his fiance, that Chanyeol somehow had come to understand.
When Sehun squeezed his shoulder, as an alpha entrusting this brood of omegas to another, Chanyeol assured him with a nod before the pilot turned to leave.
Baekhyun then took Chanyeol’s arm and led him inside the penthouse. It felt a little strange because Chanyeol knew for a fact that this wasn’t where Baekhyun lived.
Something just felt off.
“Do you need a DJ instead?” Chanyeol suggested, a little too desperately, finding Sehun’s uniform just a tad too tight, as his best friend had always been the leaner one of the two of them, even if they had similar broad chests and shoulders and muscular body frames.
“I’m afraid music would be the last thing we need, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun began, suddenly turning serious.
“W-Waeyo?” His eyes grew round at around 20 omegas seated in a circle in their pajamas, getting pampered by pedicures, shoulder massages, facial scrubs and the like.
Was this where he was supposed to dance? Were they expecting a Magic Mike performance?
Chanyeol was so tempted to retreat now and transfer the money back to Sehun. There had to be a less humiliating way to join D.O.'s VCE than this!
“Oh, he’s cute!” One of the omegas with a sheet mask on his face complimented. “I like his ears!”
“Isn’t he, Minseokkie?” Baekhyun agreed, giving a small laugh. “This is Sehun’s best man, by the way.”
Just then, someone exited from the bedroom, carrying a few towels and a bucket of ice.
“How is he, Yixing?” Baekhyun asked in worry.
“He is doing fine for now, but he needs help,” the omega named Yixing answered, eyes lighting up at the sight of the pilot next to Baekhyun. “Oh, finally, the alpha’s here. I thought it’ll be Sehun, though.”
Baekhyun blushed, averting his gaze. “I was looking forward to it, but suddenly, I couldn’t stand the thought of all of my friends seeing my fiance in all of his naked glory.”
“I have to be naked?” Chanyeol clarified, his voice uncharacteristically shrill, overlooking the insinuation that Baekhyun might have only asked his father to have his fiance work that night so Chanyeol could come do the strip tease instead.
“Well, yes,” Baekhyun pacified, “but not in front of everyone.”
“Baekhyun’s best man’s heat was triggered this afternoon somehow, and now he’s feeling feverish,” Yixing supplied, but it only aggravated the already confused expression on Chanyeol's face.
“Chanyeol, please help my best friend ride his heat,” Baekhyun requested, imploring with his eyes. “He already feels terrible that he isn’t well enough to host my omega shower tonight, since we’re holding it in his residence.”
Chanyeol was aware of how painful and uncomfortable it could be for omegas, especially when they were unassisted. He did so for past hookups before, and it was quite rudimentary and—for a lack of a better description—transactional.
If an alpha wasn't available, sometimes omegas would relieve themselves, with toys or their own fingers, but the alleviation would be fleeting and then the discomfort would build up again.
They could hear some hollow moaning inside the bedroom.
Baekhyun soundlessly opened the door and peeked in while Yixing went to get more ice and drinking water. “Honey?” Baekhyun cooed. “Are you okay?”
Only some muffling and weeping that seemed to reply in the affirmative, but somehow it pierced Chanyeol’s heart, the sound of this omega who was obviously in agony.
“I’ll have everyone go home, we are so worried about you,” Baekhyun told the omega in bed, who replied hoarsely that they could continue the festivities and that he was sorry that he couldn’t join them. “We should be the least of your concerns, honey. We’ve brought you an alpha.”
“No, I don’t want Sehun!” The wretched omega protested. “I appreciate the offer, Baekhyun-ah, but he’s your fiancé and that would be gross!”
“Not Sehun, but someone else that we trust,” Baekhyun acquiesced. “You’ll be in good hands.”
Chanyeol sighed. He supposed this was better than clumsily gyrating his hips in 90’s R&B music and taking off his clothes in front of these unfamiliar omegas and his best friend’s fiance...
The omega’s scent was getting more and more pungent—the smell he couldn’t quite place, but it was… familiar—and his heat was probably at its peak.
“Okay…” The omega wept in defeat, as Baekhyun fawned over him, trying to make his best friend feel better.
Yixing returned and entered the room with more drinking water and a bucket of ice, as Baekhyun came out a few seconds after him, a little embarrassed. “Uh, Chanyeol…”
“How bad is it?” Chanyeol asked from outside the door, not noticing his voice had deepened significantly, much lower than his speaking voice, his protective nature activating upon hearing the omega inside groaning in pain.
Yixing exited the room as well, gazing at Chanyeol just a little awkwardly. “I’m so sorry to put you through this, Chanyeol-ssi.”
Chanyeol was dumbfounded when Yixing presented him a document of some sort. “Before you proceed, we need you to sign this.”
It was a single-page Non-Disclosure Agreement, with its stipulations all laid out in a straightforward, no nonsense manner, essentially saying that Chanyeol would be sued if anything that transpired tonight—through video, audio, photography, social media posts or even in private conversation—was leaked publicly.
This was the first time he was ever required to sign a contract, with regards to assisting an omega in heat.
Was it because he received payment?
“My boss is a… very private person,” Yixing supplemented delicately.
“He’s… not an axe murderer, is he?” Chanyeol joked nervously, although neither omega was laughing.
“No… no, just… a regular omega, who is inflicted with such intense overnight heats that debilitate him when it’s that time of the moon,” Yixing helplessly admitted, pointing at that particular detail on stipulation number 2 on the contract, “which you shouldn’t ever repeat, by the way, because if people found out, it could ruin his reputation.”
Chanyeol understood now, as he had heard, heats that last just one night were the worst. Only 1 in 112,000 omegas had this condition. This was also seen as a disability or weakness by society, which was in no way the fault of the omega. There was no treatment for it, except to find an alpha who was willing and able to keep up and cater.
Anyway, he was a healthy, unmated alpha, and Sehun and Baekhyun had already paid him handsomely for it. Also, it was only overnight, not that he would be detained there for a few days, like the previous times he assisted so… he could still reschedule his online game streaming tomorrow night, and perhaps be able to join the lottery for D.O.’s VCE by then. “All right.”
Yixing and Baekhyun looked at each other and smiled in relief, as the alpha resolutely signed the NDA and finally walked into the room.
The omega’s scent hit Chanyeol like a dozen dump trucks, as his brain registered what scent it was giving off…
Cherry blossoms.
Chanyeol slowly approached the sweat-drenched omega, covered in blankets, crying into his pillow face down. He could feel the buttons of Sehun’s uniform about to pop open as his chest began to expand, his alpha, rising, every fiber of his body instinctively responding to the omega in need.
He undressed quickly, not sure if the omega could verbally express what he really needed, but somehow Chanyeol got under the covers with him and gently pulled the shivering naked omega in his arms, to warm him even more with his body heat. The petite omega instantly buried his face in Chanyeol’s neck, sobbing desperately that everything hurt and that he was so tired.
Chanyeol couldn’t just start fucking him if the omega was feeling this weak. He scanned what he could use from the bedside table. There were bottles of water and the bucket of ice that Yixing had brought in earlier, lube, a dildo, condoms…
The omega’s skin was burning on his, so Chanyeol immediately dipped a small towel into the ice bucket.
“It’s okay,” Chanyeol hummed his favorite line from a classic D.O. song. “Everything’s going to be okay…”
He carefully tilted the omega’s face towards him to dab the wet towel to cool him off…
… only to gaze into the glazed eyes of D.O. himself.
Chanyeol’s jaw dropped, as he almost unhanded the towel and the omega at the same time.
D.O.’s plush lips were extremely chapped, staring at Chanyeol dizzily. “W-Water, please…”
“Of course!” Chanyeol replied, panicking, as he opened one water bottle that Yixing brought in and poised it to D.O.’s mouth to help him to drink.
What in damnation was Oh Sehun thinking, that he forgot to mention that D.O.—or Do Kyungsoo in real life—was Baekhyun’s best friend???!
D.O.—Kyungsoo—closed his eyes as he let Chanyeol hold the drink for him and he simply swallowed the icy liquid flowing down his throat, but the flow was too strong that some of the water dripped down from the corner of his lips and streamed down from his neck, then chest and further below…
The omega finished the entire bottle in a minute’s time, teary eyes opening up to stare at the alpha before him. “Your… scent is… comforting…” Kyungsoo whispered, holding on to the alpha’s shoulders, somehow overcome with the feeling that he would be safe, which had not been always the case in the occasion of his heat cycle, especially when he was first hit by it, 11 years past. “Please touch me.”
Only then did Chanyeol realize that Kyungsoo’s erection was poking at his belly and needed to be stroked.
“H-How is that?” Chanyeol whispered, rubbing and slowly tugging on the omega’s hardness from under the blankets, causing Kyungsoo—D.O.!—to moan and seal his eyes shut at the much needed friction.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo gasped, gripping the alpha’s wrist, which size his much smaller hand was unable to wrap around completely, as if urging him on to go faster. “Keep… going…”
So much slick was flowing out of the omega’s ass that it was causing a small puddle from where Kyungsoo had been laying. Chanyeol then threw back the covers and had to stop and gaze in stunned adoration at the smooth, slender, toned body of Do Kyungsoo, with his milky white legs, his supple, flawless skin and that beautiful, beautiful face.
Not stopping his stroking, Chanyeol massaged Kyungsoo’s thighs soothingly with his other hand, going around that delectable, round ass and then circling a thick finger carefully into his pink, quivering rim, as he knew Kyungsoo would be asking to be filled by his cock sooner rather than later.
The involuntary moans emerging from Kyungsoo’s mouth were heavenly music to Chanyeol’s ears, that the alpha had no doubt this incredibly talented omega was born to be a singer. When three of Chanyeol’s fingers were inside Kyungsoo’s ass and stretching his hole wide, each mewling of the omega was pitch perfect, in a rich variety of octaves and notes that Chanyeol could have composed a symphony out of.
Chanyeol couldn’t believe this was happening. Here he was in bed with Kyungsoo, when he had spent 11 years dreaming of romantic nights of making love, and making babies, with the one man that had ever captured his heart…
Just then, Chanyeol felt the omega’s entire body go rigid as the first wave of orgasm overcame him and then Kyungsoo was trembling, and coming undone in Chanyeol’s arms.
Chanyeol’s large, coarse hand, sticky and slippery from the eruption of the omega’s warm, oozing cum, was gradually slowing down his rhythm, squeezing and stroking Kyungsoo’s cock until it softened and fell limp.
That seemed to make Kyungsoo feel a thousand times better, as some of the color returned to his handsome face. It wasn’t long after that Kyungsoo wordlessly returned the favor, small hands struggling to take hold of Chanyeol’s stiff rod.
Chanyeol quivered under Kyungsoo’s sensuous and meaningful touch. This was D.O., the closest Chanyeol could call to being the love of his life. The omega then tore open a packet of condom and sheathed him, in preparation for the inevitable.
“So big,” Kyungsoo whispered reverently that it took the breath out of Chanyeol’s lungs.
For D.O. to compliment him… Chanyeol didn’t think he was that special…
The suddenly emboldened and invigorated omega took all liberty to straddle his lap as Chanyeol eagerly leaned back on the head rest in a sitting position while the lovely omega braced himself on Chanyeol’s broad shoulders.
“I’ll ride you, okay?” Kyungsoo asked, his gaze getting glassy, aligning this monstrous cock into his well-slicked hole and inhaled sharply as he lowered himself down a couple of inches.
Chanyeol held the omega by the waist, gritting his teeth to keep himself from bucking up, in order not to hurt Kyungsoo, who was squirming and looking uncomfortable. “Gwaenchanhayo?”
Fuck, Kyungsoo was so tight… perhaps he should have opened him up more, maybe Kyungsoo’s natural slick couldn’t have provided enough lubrication… “D-Do you want to stop?”
Kyungsoo frantically shook his head. His eyes were screwed shut, tears were spilling out of them, as he attempted to impale himself with another inch of Chanyeol’s cock, crying out when he slid all the way down from the sudden discharge of his own slick, fully seated now on the alpha’s lap.
The omega stayed motionless for a few moments, more shocked at the sheer size of the cock his hole just swallowed, the tip of which just reached his belly, hadn’t fathomed he could feel this full.
“Fuck me, Alpha. Please, just fuck me,” Chanyeol heard Kyungsoo mindlessly beg, which wrenched his heart because he wanted the very same thing, if not more.
Unified moans resonated in the room, as Chanyeol couldn’t help licking the beads of sweat running down the smooth column of the omega’s throat and Adam’s apple and massaged that fleshy, sexy ass. “Araseo, araseo, try to relax,” he comforted, withdrawing gently and then slid back in, attempting to build a slow and steady rhythm that had Kyungsoo whimpering and shuddering.
Chanyeol encircled his other hand around Kyungsoo’s erection, pumping slowly, and the omega inadvertently undulated towards his hand.
“That’s it,” Kyungsoo vaguely heard the alpha whispering in his ear after some moments, as the latter cupped his bottom firmly and lifted him. “Move with me.”
With even greater care, Chanyeol entered him again. Kyungsoo screamed as Chanyeol pushed all the way in. Chanyeol nearly fainted at the pleasure of being in Kyungsoo’s heat that he buried his face on Kyungsoo’s neck once more, the fast pounding of his heart matching his own.
And then, the actual fucking began.
The mixed, heady scents of cherry blossoms and citrus musk were infiltrating the air as Chanyeol gripped Kyungsoo’s hips while the latter bounced relentlessly on top of him, skin noisily slapping against skin. Kyungsoo’s inner walls deliciously contracted around his cock, threatening to milk him earlier than he was supposed to. The omega’s cries gave much indication that Kyungsoo was reaching that pinnacle again and Chanyeol was fast following.
They raced towards completion, with Chanyeol thrusting violently into him now, giving a long, drawn out groan, as Kyungsoo’s eyes grew wide in panic at the imminent danger of being split into two by the alpha’s enormous knot that was growing inside him.
It escalated so quickly, that Kyungsoo could only wrap his arms around Chanyeol for dear life, debauched and wrecked and completely fucked out, while the alpha’s knot connected to that part of Kyungsoo, until they became one entity.
Exhausted, the alpha fell back on the bed, taking Kyungsoo with him.
As Chanyeol was catching his breath, he sleepily opened his eyes to find the omega softly gazing at him.
“Kyungsoo, I…” Chanyeol didn’t get to blurt out what he really wanted to say when the omega gently pressed a finger to his lips at the recognition.
But who wouldn’t recognize South Korea’s R&B prince?
“You have to forget you ever met me,” Kyungsoo told him, his big, round eyes regretful. “Nothing would ever come out of this.”
Chanyeol’s heart sank, as he felt his face growing hot. His pheromones must have been going crazy sending off bonding signals, especially when his knot was still lodged deep inside the omega. He had been a fan for over a decade. Heck… he even kissed him backstage at the club on his debut showcase 11 years ago, but he doubted Kyungsoo would remember. He just… simply got carried away tonight. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… intend to knot you. I…”
“It happens,” Kyungsoo told him gently, cupping the side of his face to make him look at him once more. “That’s what the condom is for. Let’s just hope it does its job.”
There was an 88% chance that that it would during knotting, as the condom that Kyungsoo had used on him was made of extra durable material… but the other 12% was indicated for that margin of anomaly…
“You’ve been lovely,” Kyungsoo alleviated, leaning in to give him a light kiss on the mouth.
When Kyungsoo pulled away, Chanyeol chased after his lips, which he caught in his own, and suckled and deepened the kiss.
Kyungsoo indulged him, as this gorgeous alpha was an incredible kisser. The knotting wouldn’t go down for some time, anyway, so why not make it more enjoyable for both of them?
He had to hand it to Baekhyun and Yixing for finding him a non-aggressive, gentle alpha this time, so as not to add to his stress when he was in the midst of promoting his latest album, and he was feeling so much better. Something about this alpha was making him calm and relaxed and cozy, something he wished he could keep constantly, but he knew he couldn’t, given his erratic schedule, intense overnight heats and nonstop traveling…
It was impossible to settle down, and to find someone who would love him for him, and not the celebrity and all the perks that came with it.
Before he knew it, Kyungsoo found himself moaning once more, firmly seated on the alpha’s knot while the latter was playing with his nipples, twisting and squeezing them as they continued to kiss the French way, saliva and tongues deliciously mixing and mingling.
When the alpha’s knot finally retracted to its normal size, Kyungsoo yelped when the alpha flipped him over and carefully pinned Kyungsoo’s hands on each side of his head, descending to meet the omega’s mouth for an even more ardent kiss. Chanyeol’s tongue licked at the seam of those heart-shaped lips that readily parted to grant him entry, as Kyungsoo lost himself in the fervor, in the attention, in the desire.
Kyungsoo sighed in his mouth, welcoming the alpha’s wonderful weight on him, as he kissed Chanyeol back deeply, getting his fill and letting his hands and mouth roam all over the willing, breathtaking alpha, who was now as incredibly aroused and needy as he was.
A gasping Kyungsoo gazed down at him as Chanyeol kissed his way down to his flat tummy, large hands stroking his sides.
“Spread your legs for me,” the taller one husked, and Kyungsoo quivered as he did, feeling so exposed and yet so deliciously sexy, as Chanyeol took hold of Kyungsoo’s cock, pressing kisses along the shaft. The alpha gave kitten licks on the head and then slowly swallowed him whole, with Kyungsoo crying out at the wet heat enveloping him.
Chanyeol wrapped his fingers around the base, resting his cheek on Kyungsoo’s thigh, swirling his tongue in languid swipes around the head, digging the tip of his tongue into the slit and flicking at the frenelum. He pulled back and gently stroked Kyungsoo’s cock, leaving heated, dragging kisses along the underside of his length, sliding his tongue all the way to his balls and then to his inner thigh, and then back again.
He folded Kyungsoo’s thick, milky legs then, as the omega’s eyes flew open when he felt the alpha’s teeth grazing his smooth ass with tiny, slightly stinging bites all over. Kyungsoo gripped the sheets, terrified that this would send him over the edge and would carry him away in endless waves of orgasm, but at the same time, he knew he needed it...
He so badly needed it.
And Chanyeol seemed to know it too, as Kyungsoo emitted a strangled moan at the alpha’s long tongue dragging a deliberate, wet stripe from the base of his balls, to his perineum and then into his hole. The taller one proceeded to eat him out relentlessly, spearing and darting and licking and swirling that talented tongue around and inside Kyungsoo’s over-sensitive, clenching rim, which indeed sent the smaller one into surges of instantaneous shivers and drenched in even more sweat on top of the covers.
Kyungsoo couldn’t take it anymore. His respiration was failing him, becoming unaware that he was frantically humping Chanyeol’s face, as the alpha’s tongue fucked him with absolutely no mercy, sucking all of his slick, and gripping his ass as if his very life depended on it.
“Holy... F... Fuck... Juseyo!!!” Kyungsoo wept. “Alpha—”
Kyungsoo’s moans got cut off from his heart-shaped lips because Chanyeol was suddenly devouring them, kissing the breath out of him.
“Fuck me!” the smaller one’s begged against his lips, but Chanyeol relied on his final sliver of logic to reluctantly deny that request.
Kyungsoo’s hole was still very swollen and borderline bruised. Chanyeol feared the omega wouldn’t be able to walk if he penetrated him again, as he had just knotted him minutes ago. So he did the next best thing, reaching for the slick-covered dildo by the omega’s bedside.
Distracted by Kyungsoo’s ministrations as the omega mercilessly licked, sucked and nibbled along his jaw, neck and sternum, marking the alpha everywhere, Chanyeol spit on his free hand and massaged it on the slightly thinner silicon-veined girth, only half the size of his knot when he was fully aroused.
Kyungsoo threw his head back when he felt a familiar curved tool invading his hole, gasping as it reached his prostate and vibrated. "N-No... I want..." He desperately clutched on Chanyeol’s neck to pull him down for a kiss. "I want you."
Chanyeol moaned into Kyungsoo’s kiss, driving the dildo deep.
"I want you, inside me!" Kyungsoo pleaded, as he convulsed underneath Chanyeol involuntarily, the dildo’s vibrations becoming too much to bear.
Chanyeol flung the dildo away, kissing Kyungsoo fervently into oblivion before the latter realized his wet asshole was clenching at air. He replaced the dildo with two long fingers, tickling that soft muscle inside the omega with just the right, sublime pressure.
Chanyeol built a gradual, relentless rhythm fingering him and taking hold of Kyungsoo’s growing erection at the same time, trying to prolong the delicious upward strokes. The earth-shattering simultaneous stimulation by Chanyeol on his lips, ass and cock was causing him to writhe, wimper and come apart in the alpha’s arms once more.
“You’re so beautiful, Kyungsoo, so beautiful,” the alpha whispered on his ear raspily, sucking on the reddened, soft lobe. “Come for me.”
Just then, generous spurts of white, sticky cum burst out of Kyungsoo’s cock as if on perfect cue. Chanyeol held him tight as Kyungsoo continued to tremble underneath him, gently nuzzling Kyungsoo’s neck, inhaling his sweet, sweet cherry blossom scent deeply, as he waited for the smaller one to recover.
He rubbed languid, comforting circles on the sides of Kyungsoo’s thighs, while lightly pressing his mouth on the omega’s shoulder, tracing the tiny moles dotting the smaller one’s skin. He must have counted at least twenty of them, and they just added to the omega’s addicting beauty, as if Chanyeol could stare and hold him in his arms all day...
Kyungsoo tiredly curved into a ball as Chanyeol fetched another water bottle and helped him drink it. Chanyeol then climbed into bed with him with a warm washcloth, causing Kyungsoo to naturally doze off at the soothing manner the alpha was meticulously cleaning him. It took him a couple of minutes, and Kyungsoo’s breathing was already steady, his eyes closed. Afterwards, Chanyeol lay down facing him and gathered the smaller one in his arms.
It was technically only Chanyeol servicing him, but he was given the chance to live his fantasy.
Even if he knew it was only for tonight.
“Saranghae,” Chanyeol hoarsely confessed. It didn’t matter if Kyungsoo hadn’t heard him. He just needed to say it out loud.
The omega hummed in his sleep, snuggling his face on Chanyeol’s neck and taking a deep sniff of him.
And Chanyeol’s heart pounded when he heard, in a faint, nearly inaudible whisper, Kyungsoo’s lips brushing his collarbone with: “Nado...”
It was only as if moments had transpired when his hand lazily stroked the space next to him and discovered it was vacant. Chanyeol’s eyes slowly fluttered, a bit disoriented, as he discerned the intense cherry blossom scent still permeating the room.
It was too quiet, giving him the impression that there was no other soul inside the penthouse but him. Chanyeol quickly checked his wristwatch that he hadn’t even taken off last night to find that it was 11:27 a.m.
Even that was late for him, and he wasn’t a morning person.
He was about to get out of bed when he found a hastily scribbled note by the bedside table, that couldn’t be D.O.’s handwriting.
He has to leave for a scheduled morning radio show, but he thanks you for last night. There’s breakfast for you in the kitchen. The door will lock itself after you let yourself out. – Y
Presumably from Yixing.
Well, that was cold.
What was Chanyeol expecting anyway? That D.O.—Kyungsoo, as he had affectionately called him last night—would magically fall in love with him too, after making him come three times or more?
He swung his legs out miserably, trying to find his underwear when he noticed there was one more thing he forgot to take off last night.
“FUCK!” Chanyeol cursed, gazing down at the head of his half erect penis in horror, peeking through a broken condom.
************
Four months later – Sehun’s and Baekhyun’s wedding
Kyungsoo froze in the middle of the aisle upon the sight of the gallant alpha in a tuxedo next to Baekhyun’s groom.
Baekhyun noticed Kyungsoo faltering and whispered for him to continue on, as Kyungsoo was holding up the ceremony. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s Park Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” Baekhyun told him calmly, gesturing for Kyungsoo to move along the aisle towards the altar.
“He's the DJ I met when I was 19!” Kyungsoo whispered to him angrily, gritting his teeth for a passable smile to photographers and guests along the way.
“And so…?” Baekhyun grinned and waved at Sehun’s cousins, who came all the way from Canada. “What’s the problem?”
“He also…” Kyungsoo zipped it, when his eyes met Chanyeol’s, only to quickly cut off the eye contact as he turned to stand beside Baekhyun, who took Sehun’s hand, and both grooms faced the officiating priest.
“Dearly beloved…”
Kyungsoo could vaguely listen to the mass, or the words exchanged between the grooms, because he could sense Chanyeol’s intent gaze on him, especially during Sehun’s and Baekhyun’s vows.
Kyungsoo began to feel this strange stirring in his stomach, and he was getting dizzy. He didn’t want to cause a scene, however, so he had to be strong, at least until the wedding ceremony was over.
Mercifully, the beautiful wedding wrapped up without a hitch, but Kyungsoo had to stay for the pictures. Yixing was part of Baekhyun’s entourage too, who could sense Kyungsoo wanted to get out of there, because of Chanyeol, who, in his best behavior, had remained by Sehun’s side this whole time.
Maybe his boss was worried over nothing.
At the reception, Baekhyun and Sehun had not asked for any wedding gift other than for South Korea’s R&B prince to sing the congratulatory song, which Kyungsoo was so very willing to give… if not for that small snag of trying to avoid the other best man altogether.
D.O. was a professional, even if Do Kyungsoo was sweating buckets under his luxury penguin suit. He took the microphone, as the other best man, Park Chanyeol, was of course, hired as one of the DJs.
However, instead of inserting the CD that Yixing prepared, Chanyeol went over to the grand piano next to the turn tables and tickled the ivories, playing the introductory bars to a love song in D.O.’s latest album, “For Life.”
The melody Chanyeol was producing was so ethereal and poignant, inadvertently causing so much emotion to swell in Kyungsoo’s chest that he had to close his eyes and sing from the deepest recesses of his heart:
This life has twists and turns
But it's the sweetest mystery
When you're with me
We say a thousand words
But no one else is listening
I believe
Every night and every day
No matter what may come our way
We're in this thing together
The dark turns to light
We both come alive, tonight
I'm talking 'bout forever
Never gonna let you go
Giving you my heart and soul
I'll be right here with you for life
Oh, baby all I wanna do
Is spend my every second with you
So look in my eyes
I'll be by your side
The storms may come
And winds may blow
I'll be your shelter for life
This love, this love
I mean it till the day I die
Oh, never gonna let you go
Giving you my heart and soul
I'll be right here with you for life
Oh, baby all I wanna do
Is spend my every second with you
So look in my eyes
I'll be by your side
Yeah, look in my eyes
I'll be by your side
For life
As he finished his song, he could see Baekhyun’s tears of bliss continually flowing from his eyes, while Sehun was smiling at Kyungsoo gratefully, radiating all the happiness and blessing in the world that he could only dream of.
“May you both continue to live joyously, with purpose and peace, growing together through storms and sunny weather, forever and ever. Baekhyun and Sehun, I love you both and I am so happy that you have found each other,” Kyungsoo told them sincerely, his voice a little choked up, laughing before he completely embarrassed himself by a full-on ugly cry.
And with that, he gave the mic to an usher when the MC announced for both the best men to join the grooms on the dance floor.
Kyungsoo closed his eyes in dread before opting to subtly slip out of the venue, only he felt a warm hand catching his on the way out, a hand much larger than his own not to be recognized.
“D.—K-Kyungsoo-ssi,” Chanyeol attempted to regard formally. He lowered his gaze when Kyungsoo didn’t want to look him in the eye, and it was understandable. “May I have this dance?”
Kyungsoo didn’t budge at first but then people were already staring at them, which meant that they were judging him, more than they were judging the alpha.
Kyungsoo gave in then, reluctantly, as they proceeded near the center, at least within proximity of the newlyweds, just for appearances.
Chanyeol gently placed his hands on the omega’s hips, trying not to pull him too close, because this was such an awkward situation he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.
“H-How have you been?” Chanyeol whispered, trying to make this whole best men dance a little more tolerable, hopefully.
Kyungsoo didn’t reply, his knuckles only rigidly resting on top of Chanyeol’s shoulders—glaring at the alpha’s slightly crooked bowtie and itching to fix it but only stopped himself because why would he do that, he wasn't crazy—and swaying mechanically to the music.
Suddenly, an elderly couple, dancing more energetically than them, accidentally bumped into Kyungsoo, who stumbled into Chanyeol, who caught him in his arms, and their bodies were now flushed against each other’s…
The alpha’s eyes grew wide as he received the answer to his question.
Tears burned Kyungsoo’s huge eyes as he distractedly whispered, “Excuse me,” and weaved his way out of the crowd.
Chanyeol was shell shocked for a moment, until he regained his senses to go after Kyungsoo. Thankfully, he hadn’t gone far and Chanyeol could see him barging into the men’s toilets.
However, the reception was held at a massive venue and there were so many stalls that Chanyeol didn’t know where to start looking.
Chanyeol whipped his head at the sound of someone vomiting, about three stalls to his left.
He rushed over and found the omega bent over an open loo, hurling everything that was in his stomach—everything, but the pup growing inside him.
Chanyeol tenderly rubbed Kyungsoo’s back, comforting him with soft words. He helped Kyungsoo to sit up, getting a few pieces of tissue to wipe the bits of dribble from the side of his mouth and the beads of sweat from his forehead.
“Please don’t tell Baekhyun and Sehun,” Kyungsoo begged, trying to catch his breath, shakily taking a small vial of strong mouthwash from his pocket, as he had been suffering from morning sickness once he entered his second trimester, so he came prepared. He gurgled uncermoniously, spitting into the toilet bowl twice before Chanyeol resolutely flushed everything down—three times. “It’s their big day. I can’t say anything…”
“Kyungsoo? Honey…?” Baekhyun called out, as Chanyeol gently hauled Kyungsoo up to his feet, that the omega feebly held on to Chanyeol’s waist, given that his knees still felt wobbly.
Sehun followed immediately after, as he and his husband gazed at their best friends squished inside one stall in concern.
Although they found their answer, as Kyungsoo, feeling weak, was crouching a little, and the protruding bump, albeit small, had now become noticeable.
Surprisingly, Sehun’s and Baekhyun’s faces cracked into happy smiles and Baekhyun ran to Kyungsoo to give him an enthusiastic hug.
“Ugh, careful, Baekhyun-ah!” Kyungsoo half-heartedly protested, turning his tummy away from Baekhyun and closer to Chanyeol’s side.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Baekhyun apologized immediately, gently caressing Kyungsoo’s baby bump. “I’m sorry, too, my future godbaby.” Then he narrowed his eyes at their best friends. “We’re going to be this baby’s godparents, right?”
“You knocked him up, dude?” Sehun congratulated Chanyeol, playfully punching his best friend on the bicep, half in awe and half in disbelief. “DUDE!”
A scowling Kyungsoo suddenly disentangled himself from everybody and stormed off, leaving Sehun’s and Baekhyun’s jaws hanging on the floor.
“He’s…” Chanyeol tried to explain, extremely overwhelmed. “I only found out today myself.”
Sehun and Baekhyun gasped.
“I just… Kyungsoo and I need to talk.”
Sehun and Baekhyun nodded quickly in agreement.
“Anyway, I have to follow him, make sure he’s all right.” Chanyeol hastily gave his best friends a big hug, right there in the toilets. “I’ll message you later. Congratulations to you both again.”
“No, bro, congratulations to you!” Sehun cheered, only Baekhyun warily elbowed him, that made Sehun go: “What?”
Chanyeol was running towards the parking lot where Kyungsoo was headed, when he caught up with him, grabbing the omega’s arm. “Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, wait, please!”
“I can’t… deal with this right now!” Kyungsoo whined in mortification, getting his phone out to contact Yixing. “I need to go home.”
“I’ll drive you,” Chanyeol offered, gazing at Kyungsoo—and his baby bump—helplessly.
With everyone else inside the venue, Kyungsoo didn’t seem to have any choice.
He didn’t even bother to give Chanyeol the directions to his home, because Chanyeol had been there, once, quite a memorable night that caused their current predicament, when Kyungsoo decided to burst that one giant, pregnant pause with a mere whisper: "It’s yours.”
Chanyeol gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, as all the right things he had been meaning to say raced through his mind. How he thought about writing him a long letter about how much that one night meant to him. How determined he had been about joining his VCE to reach out but decided against it at the last second, in consideration of the NDA that he had signed and agreed to. How he couldn’t stop thinking about him and how much harder he had fallen, because the real Kyungsoo was so much more raw, and pure and loving than the D.O. the world knew.
And now, this… baby… their baby…
“I was too cowardly to let you know when I found out, and I think Baekhyun intentionally didn’t tell me your name or that we’re actually going to be involved in the same social circle now that they’re married. He’s been trying to set me up for a while and…”
“And you thought it wouldn’t work?”
“How would it?” Kyungsoo asked, turning to him now.
Chanyeol suddenly pulled over the side of the road and stepped on the breaks. He unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed Kyungsoo by the nape to kiss him deeply, making Kyungsoo gasp in his lips and eventually melt in his embrace.
“Do you remember that?” Chanyeol breathed, as he pulled back to look into those big, blinking eyes that were making him even more mesmerized.
Of course, Kyungsoo remembered. His lips were left swollen and bruised for days at the countless times that Chanyeol had kissed him on the night they shared together, helping him with his heat.
It was as though Chanyeol could read his mind as he added, “I was asking about the first time.” His thumb softly traced the outline of Kyungsoo’s heart shaped lips. “The very first time I kissed you.”
And Kyungsoo was taken back to the time when he was 19, singing at the up and coming elite club in Gangnam, when the young DJ had stepped in and protected him from two alphas forcing him to go home with them. The DJ had introduced himself as his boyfriend, someone who had claimed him, so the older, much bigger alphas would leave Kyungsoo alone.
However, those alphas hadn’t been convinced and so Chanyeol communicated with his eyes for Kyungsoo to trust him and gave him his first kiss that night.
That was the day when the smell of cherry blossoms emanated from Kyungsoo, which become his signature scent as an omega.
“You imprinted on me,” Kyungsoo realized in a hush.
“It just happened…” Chanyeol admitted sadly. “And… you’ve had my heart, ever since.”
“That was why… my heat was triggered that day… it was because fate was leading you back to me,” Kyungsoo wept, happy tears rolling down his squishy cheeks, and Chanyeol tenderly wiped them with his thumbs.
“That… or my dumbass best friend also knew of my decade-long crush on you, and he and his fiance conducted that farce of an omega shower, just to get us together,” Chanyeol joked, making Kyungsoo laugh.
“Either way, I’m willing to give us a try… if you are…” Kyungsoo said, gazing at him hopefully.
“I’d love that, more than anything,” Chanyeol promised, leaning in to give Kyungsoo a kiss. “At least I didn’t have to do a strip tease that night.”
“Maybe you could do one for me later…” Kyungsoo teased, until he gasped, suddenly taking Chanyeol’s hands and placing them on his stomach. “The baby moved!”
Chanyeol gently pressed his hands again on Kyungsoo’s bump and felt a tiny kick, as he and Kyungsoo shared a soft, tender smile. “I think our baby approves.”
Kyungsoo’s lovely heart-shaped grin unfolded, at Chanyeol regarding the baby as theirs. “Of the strip tease?”
“Of becoming a family.” Chanyeol chuckled, capturing Kyungsoo’s plush lips into an all-encompassing kiss once more.
~The End~