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Soobin doesn’t carry a diary, but he's not opposed to it, would probably be best. His commute from campus to his favorite studying space is roughly twenty minutes through public transport, leaving him with a raging headache half way through whenever he buries his face into his phone. It might be stuffy—sharing the same, circulating air with strangers, and people’s scents are wafting together because the city doesn't bother to use budgets for updating scent filters—but Soobin loves the ambience and slow motion when it comes to his light rail sessions.
It’s the most perfect time of the day to make reflections. It also keeps him busy and steers any unwanted attention away. In the notes app, he reminds himself to buy a notebook.
Gangly and clumsy with his long limbs, he shoots up with a wobble when the light rail comes to a halt at his stop. He treads quickly down the steps, eager to drink away the pounding.
The best seat in the house is available upon stepping into the boisterous environment. It is captured by sunlight, but is also cornered for enough privacy. He makes a beeline towards it, though he knows nobody will steal it.
Soobin has a thing about public spaces. It makes things feel so lived in, inhabited. Humans are connected by similar places. There will always be someone here before you in a public space, no matter where you are. They've done something that you are about to do up next, in the spot they were just previously occupying. And that's exactly the problem. It's deep and all. But disgusting. With an instinctual habit, he doesn't think twice when he fetches sanitizing wipes from his backpack.
When he starts to swipe, he notices a flimsy note on the table, probably jumped out of his bag as he was retrieving the wipes. Liking to be so evidently neat, he folds it two times then stuffs it into his front pocket. The glistening on the table tells him he's ready to order.
Returning back to his seat after paying for a rose milk tea and takoyaki with fries, Soobin fishes out his phone, wanting to take another glance at his to-do list. But yet again, the tiny piece of paper asks for attention. It's not necessarily a sticky note, nor a torn piece of paper from a notebook's edge, but definitely an individual sheet out of someone's cute notepad. The paper looks excessively worn out, words written on the shape of a pastel yellow duck.
Hmm. Soobin does have this memo pad, but it isn't his writing. He thinks it might as well be garbage since it isn't his, but something about this left behind note entertains him. The owner must've liked cute things. This note might've mattered considering they didn't use the back of their drink receipt. Soobin only uses his good stationary for really good purposes.
He even catches a whiff of a distinct scent lingering on it, but can't form an exact thought as to what.
Soobin finally decides to read what is written on the piece of paper after his careful inspection.
1800sweet-desire.com - look for @yvwnjvn
If Soobin was certain that it wasn't his earlier, this is just another reason to believe so. This is seriously not Soobin's reminder. Soobin never jotted down this website, nor this person's handle. Whatever this website is, or the person, Soobin doesn't have a single clue.
But still, Soobin keeps it. Folding it the same way he did the first time but slipping it into his notebook this time around.
Since his order isn't ready, he doesn't see why his curiosity should end there.
He types in the website on his search browser instead of directly visiting the website—just in case it's a hoax with a virus. The top result appears, being the exact website on the note. He doesn't click on it just yet, scrolling the results and finding a mix of keywords: omega companions, omega needs, heat expert, heat aid, verified heat professionals.
As it appears, Soobin's common sense is against him. He ends up on the homepage of 1800sweet-desire.com, a website designated for omegas to find alphas during their heats. It's supposedly a very reliable, professional service where alphas are triple verified through the company, even claiming to take serious legal action in the event of mishap—which they also state would never even occur to begin with.
The mechanics is a bit like a dating site, where omegas pursue alphas’ profiles and contact them according to their interest, so Soobin doesn't know how professional it is. But he does see an enormous catalog with alphas and their massive amounts of five star ratings. Then again, the list seems to be filtered as top experts. When Soobin filters it oppositely, the results occur with a handful of newer users, but even they have a decent amount of clients, still with approximately 3.5 stars.
Other than how the alpha heat experts are arranged, there are navigation tabs for their founding story, the support team, and more details on how to apply for an alpha, and what happens when you want to exchange, or are dissatisfied with your company.
As Soobin does more intense browsing, he comes to realize that it is not so much like matched dating at all, but more business-like because the more popular the alpha, the higher the day rate. There are package bundles and inclusions on top of your booking with an alpha. A bundle contains your alpha, plus articles belonging to said alpha, and an omegas choice of up to three request inclusions. Some of the upgrade inclusions consist of very domestic acts of service or straight up filthy sexual requests.
Soobin finds himself clicking on the starting page, guiding omegas how to begin to find their heat expert. Fortunately, Soobin doesn't get that far because his name is being called out for his lunch order.
Throughout Soobin’s mindless nomming away, he can’t decide whether to recommend or report the website. It’s not really any of his business to target them considering there seems to be loads of happy clients—yes, yes he is scrolling the ratings as he munches on his fries. It just feels strange for an omega to put their information out there and seek out an alpha stranger, exchanging money for sexual, and or, domestic favors. Both parties benefit, but it feels like a greater gain to the alphas considering they are the ones getting paid. Omegas are fine with getting exploited like this? Soobin tells himself not to be so judgemental, these alphas are looking to work and…omegas need a strong set of arms? Soobin is not that omega.
While Soobin is diligently studying to be a primary school teacher, he is also an advocate for omega rights, participating in rallies and meetings. Most importantly, Soobin is keen on the awareness of abuse and lack of healthcare in the omega community.
It’s no wonder he has mixed feelings towards a platform like this. Shall Soobin host a rut agency where omegas charge alphas for aiding services?
When the bright glow turns to something like honey on his textbooks, Soobin acknowledges that the late afternoon is coming to an end. He should head out before sunset in order to get home safely. As an omega, these are the concerns dealt with, but as an abnormally large omega, it is not as intense. Regardless, he still gets predatory eyes on him and needs to clutch his sweater tightly to his chest as he hurries home.
Ever since he started his temporary job with children, he began taking a supplement that decreases his scent excretion. While his freshly cut lilac scent will always remain present, it is much more subtle. This keeps his omega scent at bay, making him feel confident and safe when in public. Not every omega gets the privileges of an assertive-physique and consuming scent blockers.
But that doesn't mean Soobin doesn't ever think about an alpha walking him home.
Into the night beneath the blissful full moon, Soobin tosses and turns, still eaten up by curiosity. It’s two things all at once—why did he happen to stumble upon that note, and secondly, what’s it like having an alpha with him? Most in particular, to lull him to sleep when he’s feeling as restless as he does tonight.
Another thing that exists uncommonly for omegas is the way Soobin lives alone. To his parents, it was either live with an absolute stranger as an omega, or live alone as an omega. He isn’t sure why the latter is a safer option, but nights like these he dreams he wasn’t so alone.
Soobin shuffles in his bed to turn on the lamp and reach for his phone. He goes through his browsing history and clicks on the website, already regretting when the mailing list option invades his screen and he doesn't seem to be straying away. He does an irrational act of inserting his email and is clearly not thinking straight, checking off boxes that chose to participate in receiving a couple of promotional benefits. Fumbling over his screen with a few swipes, just to stare and confirm the mess he is getting into, he then clicks submit.
“Fuck,” Soobin grumbles in slight frustration. “I’m so…stupid.” Desperate, more like it.
Soobin returns back to where he left off in the cafe, visiting the page that navigates 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗧.
Omegas start with making an account. They do not have to provide any information they are not comfortable with, and they have the option of being a public or hidden account amongst the site. He figures he will just go wherever the signing up process takes him.
Username: soobisoobi
Birth sex: male
Secondary sex: omega (duh)
Birthday: 12/05/00
Soobin doesn’t go beyond making an account because he needs to choose a preference, which he can change later. There are two methods that promise an omega in finding their ideal heat expert, either they can hand pick their person amongst dozens of professionals, or they can get matched by the site. Once he decides, he can add more details about himself to his profile. He just doesn’t know what’s better—wait, why is he being committed to signing up anyway?
Soobin chucks his phone besides him and slumps into his pillows with a furious huff. He will not let his desperation defeat him, he’s not even anywhere near his heat yet.
It’s a new day, meaning just another day for Soobin to commute to campus with his head down. He always had difficulties fitting in after his secondary gender was verified. Young and oblivious to his reproductive body parts—which was suggesting his likeness in becoming an omega—he didn’t think anything of it, so it was rather normal growing up. However, in his teens, he was growing at a rapid rate and anticipated his reveal as a beta, definitely not an alpha at the very least. He felt too passive to be an alpha, but lacked gentle features of an omega despite his attentive, caring sides. His personality screamed the desperation to be an omega, but he also felt the urge to suppress that desire due to his physical appearance. So the beta thing seemed to stick. Until it didn’t. From then on, up until now, he struggles to make friends with the alphas and the omegas. In public, people mind their business, sure, but Soobin is familiar with wandering eyes and a stench that reeks of judgment.
Soobin doesn’t necessarily have a desired occupation after college. He is certain it involves children, or the study of omegas in a way that benefits them. All things considered, Soobin’s entire schedule this semester consists of courses that suit child or biology studies. He just might find a field that covers both.
There are multiple paths that Soobin takes to his next class, but something compels him to take an unordinary route. For some unknown reason, Soobin finds himself drawn to the direction of the athlete's field—whisked away like a stray speck of a dandelion—rather than passing the campus' science department.
As Soobin walks with his journal pressed to his chest, under the influence of some nonexistent force, his grip instinctively tightens when a strong scent invades his nose. It hits him like a tidal wave, prompting him to curl over in pain. He would try to get through the reeking obstacle, but he already knows something is wrong. He makes a sharp turn back to where he came from, desperate to avoid the overwhelming scent which is more than likely secreting from one of the basketball players.
Just like that, Soobin discovers heat comes early. His stomach aches with unbearable cramps and he feels himself dripping through his pants. As shameful as it is to go to the clinic, it feels like his best option because it’s his first time triggering an early heat and he doesn't know if he can make it back home safely. The campus provides beta services to escort students around campus and they are more than willing to help omegas get home safely with no questions asked.
Something within Soobin must've been so attracted to the scent without realizing it, deeply enticing him towards the courts. Whoever was there with that rich vanilla-honey scent must've prompted his heat. Whoever it is, Soobin hopes to never meet him ever again because his symptoms are by far the worst they've ever been.
It was warm—so warm and healing. A scent with opening arms and an alluring sensation, begging Soobin to simply dive into it. He could practically envision the sight of fresh blossoming vanilla orchids, its lengthy beans curling beside one another, and a stream of yellow warmth trickling down a peaceful waterfall. They embraced him, Soobin wanted to bury himself beneath it all. It felt so right upon his first unintentional whiff.
It was intense, a sensation that brought goosebumps to Soobin's skin—healing, until it wasn’t.
The mere comfort turned into a weapon, like a tool with ridges thrusting at his gut.
Soobin finds himself sprawled on his bed, disappointed with his three fingers. It's not even enough, no matter how deep he tries to push them in, or how quickly they work inside of him, it is not enough. Soobin does have toys, but refuses to use them early on in his heat. Like taking medication frequently, bodies end up becoming immune to such things. He only likes to use toys when he's running into more intense territory, usually on the second day of his heat cycle. Not now, not now he thinks. But this is bad.
It's humiliating that he thinks about an alpha—whoever yvwnjvn is, he needs him desperately. Wants his thumb rubbing his clit, drilling into him with relentless force. He thinks an alpha would care for him and rid of all his problems, give all of his attention to Soobin and Soobin only, the way he craves so deeply.
Soobin removes his fingers and claws for one of his pillows, slotting it between his thighs. He rolls over, adjusting himself onto his knees so that he could ride it out. With huffs and whimpers, grinding against his pillow gives more relief than his useless fingers being inside of him. Sometimes all it takes is the simple friction, stimulating his clit. Though, it would be nice to be riding an alpha’s lap, or their abs, or even their face for all Soobin cares.
This heat takes a toll on Soobin. It’s merely hours into the same day and his hole might not be aching to be stuffed, but his breasts are tender and his body longs for the comfort of another body. Soobin needs somebody to touch him, and not just fulfill the pleasures that his pussy would desire, but needs warmth and care wrapped all over him.
Soobin never knew he wanted—no, needed—an alpha this badly until now. In the middle of his quiet dinner, he feels wet all because of a suggestive comment echoing from the television. He groans in disappointment and strips off his pajamas, fingers already coating themselves in his mouth.
This becomes by far the worst aftermath he’s ever felt.
He wonders if his neighbors heard him throughout the last couple of days, his desperation and cries for his alpha that does not exist. His apartment strictly houses omegas only and they have scent proof vents, but he’s more than certain his scent penetrated through all the walls, nook and crannies, and crevices it could reach. He might’ve even triggered other omegas' heats if they got around to hearing him, or smelling him.
Soobin’s aches occur throughout his entire body. There is a soreness between his legs, his inner thighs from being spread too far apart and his cunt from all the oversensitivity. His wrists are tense from working his fingers in and out of himself, and there’s a horrible kink in his neck from all the odd positions he’s gotten himself into. These are terrible sensations that have never been this severe before. He wishes to never live through this again, whoever that alpha was—he made him endure the worst torture of his life.
And Soobin missed several days of classes. He figures he might as well not show up for the rest of the week to recover. He thinks to text a classmate about assignments, but remembers that the coursework is also online. On a similar note of reaching out, he’s been isolated for days now, he could really use the company, even if not an alpha.
Soobin sends a text to one of his beta friends, who lives in this unit, granted access to live with the omegas despite their policies. That's the thing with Hueningkai, he gets away with anything because of his effortless charms. He even gets any bed partner he wants. Soobin has thought about asking him, multiple times in their three year long friendship, but it’s a little silly. Well, it’s not silly to ask for some advice, but it is a bit nerve wracking to tell your very popular friend that you’re still a virgin in college.
“Oh sweetie, it reeks in here,” is the first thing Hueningkai utters when Soobin swings his apartment door open.
“Yeah, about that,” Soobin gestures for Hueningkai to enter, despite the beta's shameless nose scrunch, “my heat was triggered early by some guy at the courts. Do you think it’s because we might’ve been compatible? Like…a mate? My mate? I was…in a trance to go that direction. I never go that way when I’m heading to biology. But I did this week. What’s it mean?”
“Oh, Binnie. That sounds amazing," Hueningkai gushes, hands clenching his chest where his heart probably thumps madly.
Soobin whines, “No, it doesn’t. It was the worst heat ever.”
“Explains the smell. I'm only catching one scent and I know it’s yours, but fuck it’s like—so strong, Soobin.”
“Yeah. It was bad. I’m sorry, should we air out?”
Hueningkai shakes his head with a chuckle. “That’s a no. It would travel and reek outside. I’ll just fetch some of your air freshener in the bathroom and apply the aircon. Could you get me some water, please? Then we’ll see what we can do after.”
Soobin does as told, smiling to himself for being given gentle orders. He likes to do things for others, especially for them to lead Soobin into their directions. An alpha must have so much guidance that Soobin would be willing to follow. His breath hitches at the thought, and maybe his body stiffens at the suggestive thinking, but he’s not worried because he knows his heat is done with.
The two meet in the center of the room again, Soobin holding up a glass of cold water while Hueningkai stands with a look of satisfaction after jetting down every corner. He takes the glass gratuitously and begins, “So, Soobin. Why don’t you take heat suppressants? I don’t think I ever asked. Frankly, I don’t know much about your biology though.”
Flushed in the face with a twinge of perturbation tickling his entire body, he answers quietly, “I’m not sexually active. I didn’t think it mattered.”
“Suppressants aren’t like contraceptives though.”
“Yeah, but for omegas you might as well take the same pill that prevents it all." Soobin shrugs awkwardly. He is not accustomed to talking about omega biology unless it's academically. "It’s tedious, so I don’t mind not taking either.”
“Sounds fair enough.” Hueningkai nods with a genuine expression. Soobin can always count on him to be judgment free, and incredibly understanding.
“It’s not that I…” Soobin halts in his tracks, not entirely confident to confess to his friend out of the blue, but Hueningkai still looks at him the same way, one that drives Soobin to spill, “It’s not that I refrain from sex. It’s just hard. Nobody wants a large omega like me. I don’t expect anyone to understand, besides those like me. But there aren't many. Nobody has ever shown interest in me all this while and I'm in my early twenties! It's the most crucial time, the best time to find somebody, is it not?! Alphas are threatened by me. They don’t even try to get to know me after finding out I’m not one of them. They are even repulsed sometimes. I almost considered dating omegas, but they’re threatened by my scent. Hueningkai, it’s so hard! And those like you? I mean—I never thought about it, but betas mostly go for petite omegas or burly alphas anyway.”
Soobin doesn’t realize the hot trickles down his cheeks are coming from his own tear ducts. He only accepts his tears when he begins to hiccup. It prompts Hueningkai’s instincts, long arms embracing Soobin’s entire body. He cradles Soobin against his chest, carding his fingers through Soobin’s hair. Soobin only sobs harder, reality settling in. Soobin will never be held by his alpha like this. Soobin doesn’t know what it feels like to be properly loved. Hueningkai is just a friend, his only friend. Of course he loves Soobin, but not the way Soobin might’ve been looking for all this while—the way Soobin has been suppressing for years.
“Soobin, none of that is true. There will be the perfect alpha for you, you'll see. It'll take some more time, but don't worry. It has nothing to do with you."
Soobin doesn't believe it. He was never all that conscious of his missing link, but it's something about this heat that has him feeling alone and insecure. Hueningkai doesn't understand him, but he won't protest because the beta is only looking out for him. Soobin knows how to look out for himself too, has done so ever since he finished highschool with less and less friends and stepped onto campus as a lone omega. He knows best not to fall for Hueningkai's words. Some days are worse than others, he will get through it because he always does.
When the omega returns to class, his professor of the first block gives him an apologetic look. It gives Soobin the impression that his incident has been reported, especially when the second and third professors give him the same. The third professor in digital media, a course that intends to teach students on how to create ads and other forms of awareness for omegas in pop culture and modern politics, extended his due date on his project. He appreciates the helping hand, but he happened to complete that when he was riding one of his dildos at his study desk.
During a small break in between his third block and last block of the day, he traces his steps from last week. It's a bit audacious of Soobin, but he's unfearful, aware that his heat shouldn't be prompted considering it just occurred. There could be a slight chance that his body betrays him, but he's willing to sacrifice it, all for the occasion that he finds him.
Near the courts, nothing gets triggered. Soobin's senses aren't on overdrive, not through his quivering body or a compulsion to yearn for more. It's simply a normal day, a normal stroll towards the basketball courts. It only means one thing, that the vanilla-honey man is not here, probably hasn't been here all day.
Saying he is disappointed is an understatement. But, shouldn't he feel relieved? The alpha with the outrageous scent can no longer bring him to a horrible state of heat. At least, not right now.
Ever since the torment he encountered with his recent heat, Soobin's mind has been plagued with thoughts of an alpha's touch. An alpha's hand roaming every expanse of his body, opening him up skillfully, lips attached to his neck, nipples, and lips. Not only the touches, but the touching words. An alpha who would encourage him to get out of bed and eat when it would be too painful, a dominant alpha to coax him to come.
His mind hasn't been satiated of these thoughts, and he is madly confident that it's because of that intense scent. Maybe they were a potential mate. He did go back to that very spot, and he wasn't able to distinguish it again. Somehow, maybe that is what is leaving him unsatiated. As if he was just teasing his omega counterpart all this while without the promise of being fulfilled completely.
Soobin doesn't mean to be so desperate, but it's been two weeks and he craves what it feels like to at least talk to an alpha beyond simple exchanges of words. His fingers already fumble over his keyboard, typing in the browser's search bar: 1800sweet-desire.com.
The site occurs as the very first result, prompting Soobin to click on it right away.
Soobin's account is still signed in, advocating for him to finish creating his account. He chuckles to himself, thinking about all the information he's provided last week. Just the same as back then, he thinks it'll be just an account for the shits and giggles, not that he's actually going to be an active user to find an alpha for his heat. But of course, one thing leads to another and he's updating his profile photo and display status. Now finally, the account is complete when he makes his decision: match with an alpha.
It takes a couple of hours to receive an appropriate list of suitors. He wasn't comfortable with lurking strangers accounts, so he didn't get around to seeing some alphas for himself—however due to the profile setting he chose (being: match), he was limited on access anyway, only able to see their profile bio, a couple of photos, their hourly rates, and reviews.
There aren't such things like percent rate of compatibility, as one would assume if they were familiar with dating sites—yes, Soobin is familiar and only has horrific memories of terrible knot photos and derogatory slangs tossed at him in chat boxes. But there are three digital envelopes and the instructions above them read how each envelope has an alpha's descriptions, much like how Soobin provided his own omega details a few hours back.
soobisoobi
likes: companion, someone to be obedient for, will guide me, sets the pace, knows my limits but encourages me beyond it, cuddling post sex, easy going/light hearted, semi romantic, accepting of quirks
dislikes: n/a due to experience, but overly masculine alphas, overly confident alphas?
brief introduction: im an omega in need of an alpha's strength, one who will take care of my needs without me having to mention what in particular. im not looking for a confident, overzealous alpha but anyone caring and thoughtful, someone who knows boundaries because i am meek and submissive but also attentive to when i need to put my foot down. when i am not on my heat, i enjoy baking, binging shows, advocating for omegas, studying and being around children, and creating digital medias. during my heat, as the way it takes over me, i wish for my alpha to have entire control over me. he needs to not know what hesitation means and do what he thinks is best for me. dear alpha, are you interested?
Soobin thought rather hard on his profile submission, hoping that his needs were transparent and that the alpha results would actually suit his preferences. It makes him anxious, thinking that he should be impressed with one of the top three that were matched for him. The site doesn't give omegas any more than that unless they really are displeased with the priority options. Apparently everyone opting for being matched is handpicked by someone at the headquarters, not via tech savvy automatic data bases. He surprisingly has good trust in this, however, something in his mind still reprimands him. What the heck are you doing, Choi Soobin?!
Enjoying the way the site acts like a game, Soobin clicks on an envelope at the far bottom of the screen. One of the profiles pop up at him, a visual that plays like someone's opening a letter.
Option three. K Mingyu is handsome with an eye catching physique, but not necessarily Soobin's type. Technically, Soobin hasn't done any dating to really know what's his type, but anybody knows what their kind of eye candy is—and while Mingyu has very conventional, handsome qualities, something throws Soobin off. It's not just his features, his profile doesn't send Soobin a wave of excitement. He says things about equal communication and caring for his omega, which is good, but he seems to give off this submissive alpha energy.
Option two. K Taehyun has a feisty profile off the bat, one that does send a jolt up Soobin’s spine. He’s witty with his remarks, and likes to be possessive to each of his clients despite this being professional. He even gives insight on his measurements, hand and dick, which—Soobin finds strange but he supposes it doesn’t matter and this information is only shared to verified accounts engaging in matches.
Option one. C Yeonjun, Soobin's last chance and he is already very credible. He has a particular badge surrounding his attractive profile photo, a mark of honor that suggests he’s one of the top providers and participates in both booking and matching. It’s a very vague profile otherwise, the simple mentions of what an alpha is supposed to do. It makes sense to Soobin, it’s what he wants. Transparency. Yeonjun promises to grant his omega all of his wishes and be there for him intimately, through sexual pleasure and aftermath care. Soobin is transfixed on all of it, as simple as it might be. Yeonjun even provides insight on what he’d do if he saw his omega lying nude for him and Soobin voluntarily whimpers at the thought. He has a way with words, and his little comma-like bangs over his forehead makes Soobin burst into a fit of giggles.
It’s Yeonjun.
Soobin matches with Yeonjun.
He chooses Yeonjun.
What follows is a chat box.
< soobisoobi: hi im soobin :)
Just when minutes pass, and Soobin is starting to think his alpha is occupied with another, his phone pings:
> yvwnjvn: hello soobin! we are matched? that’s great, im yeonjun, i hope to be a good aid to you, nice to meet you soobin!
Soobin’s heart thumps like a loose bunny hopping all over the place.
< soobisoobi: im new to this
> yvwnjvn: well fortunately for you im no amateur. something you need in particular?
< soobisoobi: what happens here? or after?
> yvwnjvn: someone’s naughty and didn’t read the fine prints or pamphlets emailed to them i see
< soobisoobi: im sorry
> yvwnjvn: omega…don’t be. here i’ll elaborate
> yvwnjvn: after you think im ideal, and i agree that i can provide what you’re looking for, there’s this confirmation option that will allow us to move forward. then we can get in personal contact and meet after all. dw after we confirm, you get my background checks. this is the part where you’ll submit yours too. neither of us are obligated to meet each other before you make any payments. and btw, the matches are people within the radius you filter for. im assuming we might not be too far and can meet pretty soon (: that is if you want that after all of this
< soobisoobi: thank you so much yeonjun! say i do want to take it to the next step, do we have to do anything on our first meeting?
> yvwnjvn: not at all, it’s up to you. i love to meet my clients over a meal or drink, no down payment required, if you’d like? meeting for the first time doesn’t require us getting handsy—again, unless that’s what you want (:
< soobisoobi: i’d like to meet you in person, i’m not really good with messages. i don’t think i can make a good impression here
> yvwnjvn: what do you mean? im already captivated, but yes sure darling how about we both submit for the next phase?
< soobisoobi: that sounds good, yes please
> yvwnjvn: my omega is so mannered already
< soobisoobi: i imagine this’ll be harder in person
> yvwnjvn: bc i will get to see your blushing face? a treat for me then omega
< soobisoobi: wow what if i don’t wanna meet you anymore :(
> yvwnjvn: you’re a natural at texts, i can’t wait to meet you seriously soobin, like you said, i bet you’re more incredible in person
It doesn’t take long to realize Yeonjun is the one from the little note. His username was provided with the website on the day he stumbled upon it all. He wastes no time in making a second account with another email address—unfortunately forgetting that he needs to show identification and he already provided his license to his first account. He just really wants to see Yeonjun’s public account, given if Soobin were to choose to manually book Yeonjun as his heat expert.
Soobin switches between squinting at his phone screen and scanning the vicinity. He wonders if Yeonjun looks just as stunning in person as he does in his profile. Aside from the raging positive reviews, Soobin did choose him for his physical appeal, he admits that much, but he would never tell the alpha that. He is not very good with his words and something tells him that Yeonjun is the type who is very familiar with his appeal. He doesn't need to be contributing to whatever smug behavior the alpha possesses.
After a couple of glances, he is certain he has the wrong address. He is just about to turn from humiliation until his body collides into someone midst his u-turn.
“Hey.”
The voice immediately melts Soobin, his heart hurdling down his esophagus and into his stomach. And then he recognizes the face.
“Are you from Sweet Desire?” Soobin whispers lowly, as if it’s a dirty secret.
“Yes, I’m your heat expert,” Yeonjun responds, but in opposition to Soobin’s attitude. Blatantly in a normal voice as if he’s telling Soobin the time. “Come on, let’s take a seat.”
A gentle, but firm grip, makes its way around his waist. He feels an electric sensation running through his body, causing him to jolt. If Yeonjun notices, he doesn’t say anything. He finds himself being guided through the cafe as if they’re two friends meeting up for lunch. It’s only been a minute in his presence, but Soobin feels comfortable. Not often does he feel that way, especially around an alpha. He even lets himself be guided into a particular seat that the alpha nudges him to sit in, surprised that it’s his usual table—his favorite spot.
When the two share each other’s gaze again, the first thing Soobin notices—other than his striking handsomeness—is the lack of his alpha scent. Soobin wonders if it has anything to do with his job. Whether he keeps a low profile in case clients recognize him in public or it simply could be to ward off unnecessary attention during his meetings? Wouldn’t he want his potential omega clients to indulge in his scent though?
“Hi,” Soobin starts, feeling tense beneath the alpha’s intense scrutiny. “I’m Soobin.”
“Yeonjun.”
“Is there any reason why you’re just—“
“Staring? Oh, I like to assess my potential clients. You’re not necessarily passive about it. Gauging how omegas react to my staring gives me a good understanding of you all.”
Soobin’s mouth opens in surprise. “How?”
“Well, let’s talk about you. Asking me right off the bat is a good sign that you’ll tell me whatever you need to. If you were just uncomfortable under my watching eyes, this might not work out. I mean it could, but we’d both have to make the effort in getting you to trust me. Some omegas are a bit bold, think I’m checking them out. Which is good for them, they’re confident. And I know they're the type who want my attention without me having to wonder if I'm coming off strong.”
“So I’ll be good to you?”
Yeonjun grins, leaning forward and folding his hands together on the table. “More like I’ll be good to you.”
“Okay.”
It's silent for a moment, just the background noise of clinging kitchenware and fuzzy voices. It's not uncomfortable, however. Soobin is just letting Yeonjun lead the conversation because he doesn't trust himself to say something relevant. But soon enough Yeonjun clears his throat, “Soobin, do you want me to tell you about my line of work, or do you want to tell me about yourself first? I don’t mind either, we’ll get to all of it.”
Soobin shifts in his seat. “Could we order something to drink first?”
“You’re getting the hang of my tactics. It’s going to be so easy with you. Enjoyable, I mean. You’re such a good omega. Do you know what you want to order, Soobin?”
Soobin stiffens on the spot, unaccustomed to hearing the pet name. Something in him tickles, almost makes him want to giggle and kick his feet. He wonders how it sounds like coming from Yeonjun after he wakes up, or if Soobin does get around to it, how would it sound to be beneath this alpha, him moaning out Soobin's name in ways Soobin has only imagined in his wildest dreams.
“Soobin?”
Soobin hadn't noticed himself spiraling into an odd fantasy. “I’m sorry—“
“Omega?”
“Yes?”
Yeonjun looks like he’s about to jump in his seat from sheer joy. It’s nice to know someone likes him for the awkward human he is. “Ah, you’re so interesting, Soobin. I can’t wait. But I asked if you have a drink in mind?”
“Actually, would you like to share a bingsoo?” Soobin asks gently, not wanting to decline the drinks but he would much rather have a treat they could share and finish together so he wouldn't have to carry a cup home on his walk alone.
“Oh! Sure, sure. Flavor?”
“Do you like mango?”
“Yes I do.” There is a sudden pause as Yeonjun is leaning forward, Soobin sees more of him—down to the little beauty mark beneath his eye. “And don’t ever worry about what I like and don’t. Everything between us is all for you. I’m here for you, Soobin. What you like, I love.”
“Okay, thanks. But do you—“
“Yes, I like mango.”
“How do you keep—“
Yeonjun chuckles. “Answering your questions. Hmm? I know you, omega. I apologize if it comes off as me cutting you short, but let’s save your breath, yeah?"
“Oh, that’s…good. Thank you.”
Yeonjun gets up from his seat and places a gentle hand on Soobin’s shoulder. And it resonates the same as earlier, Soobin’s body reacts immensely. He leans into Yeonjun’s side then instinctively pulls back from sheer humiliation.
“Don’t worry, omega. I’ll be back.”
It doesn’t end there.
Soobin is gazing up at Yeonjun as his fingers glide upwards, ghosting against his neck before they meet Soobin’s ear. The warm touch of the alpha’s fingers around his earlobe makes him release a breathy whimper. He is filled with relief for his tendency to wear scent blockers in public. But that doesn't make him any less of an omega as he feels his core coiling up into knots, making his head dizzy and his knees wobbly.
“As I was saying, you’ll learn that I’ll come to learn that I’m very patient and a great listener. Don’t worry, I won’t betray you.”
Soobin is granted the opportunity to compose himself the second Yeonjun retreats, heading towards the counter to make an order. He barely realizes it himself—that he didn’t go with. He doesn’t want a stranger to pay for their order, even if something tells him Yeonjun will shake his head with a grin and tell his pretty omega to sit back down.
It’s worth showing his efforts rather than to look like an expectant person, so Soobin shoots up and finds Yeonjun, tapping at his shoulder with a tentative smile.
“I wanted a bingsoo, so I can pay for it.”
“I already did it, omega. Besides—“
It's Soobin's turn to take a hasty cut into a conversation, “How about virtual? Do you have an account I can transfer to?”
“Don’t worry, Soobin. My treat. Next time, okay? I promise.”
“Okay.”
Soobin decides to stand around, wanting to be around Yeonjun for a while longer. It being his omegas immediate clinginess and attraction to the new alpha, or Soobin being an utter, awkward person after a dismissal, he does not know.
“Do you want to chose the spoon color?”
Soobin looks up then follows the alpha's gaze which is fixated on the silver tin of colorful spoons. He lifts the one catching his eye and responds, “I like yellow.”
“Mhm. I like blue," Yeonjun adds, plucking a spoon and handing it to Soobin. “Good. Bring them back, and some napkins too, please? I’ll see you asap.”
Obediently, Soobin does as told, not without a trustworthy, “Yes, Yeonjun."
Goodness. Yeonjun isn’t even trying to assert any dominance or state demands, but he is sincere as he asks of Soobin the simplest requests and it already makes his palms sweaty. This is something he’s always wanted—especially since the major heat. His desires of being led and taken care of keep him up at night. Now there’s someone like Yeonjun fulfilling his wishes. As an alpha. But he’s not just any alpha, he isn’t entitled or presumptuous. He’s just—Yeonjun. Sweet and kind with so much guidance to offer Soobin.
There haven't been many opportunities for Soobin to venture in his interests. Always being ostracized, or choosing to be the one who distances himself from others first, he doesn't know what his preferences are when it comes to a person—romantically and platonically. He doesn't get too involved enough to call any peers as friends. He doesn't have alphas talking to him to know what makes his heart race. As he thinks of Yeonjun, he feels like this person is his type. Compassionate and humble, but very challenging.
Yeonjun slides the tray of bingsoo towards Soobin, stringing him out of his reverie. The alpha in front of him, smiling widely while urging the spoon to Soobin, is a reminder that he is in the presence of an alpha, one that is just as interested in him as he is. It only causes Soobin to flush and he hopes it isn't evident on his face. The bingsoo should refrain him from heating up, so he quickly shoves a large spoonful in his mouth. He immediately apologizes when he witnesses Yeonjun's surprising expression.
"Sorry, you should've tried it first," Soobin says with a cheekful. He apologizes again, not even the coolness from the bingsoo can cool him down at this point.
"Don't worry about it, darling. Please, eat up."
Soobin nods but doesn't go for a second scoop, despite how sweet and delicious the first bite was.
Yeonjun seems to notice his reluctance and eagerly digs in. A satisfied hum escapes his lips before he goes onto lick them. “So, what are your interests?”
They're talking about normal things now, Soobin thinks with ease. While he rather not associate with others, talking when he is being prompted does come easy to him, “I’m a student with a health major, nothing serious though. I have two things in mind. I’m looking into something having to do with omega healthcare. I suppose equal opportunity for omegas is a big deal for me. Kinda the way people are for women’s rights, but for me it’s omegas. Not that I don’t support women’s rights, I do! But I’m just comparing—you’re staring again and I’m nervous. But caring for children as well—I might want to—I'm nervous."
“You’re so charming, Soobin. That sounds like a good plan, I’m glad you’re passionate. But…I’m just a bit caught off guard because I meant within your sex life.”
Soobin blinks at their half eaten mango dessert. “Oh, yeah. That. Sorry.”
Then Yeonjun's hand is at it again, a curious thing it is, meeting Soobin's own hand and stroking his knuckles. “No, no. I would’ve asked you about yourself soon enough, but of course it’s protocol to address your sexual activity. Mostly how occasionally, what forms of protection, and if there’s other practices you partake in during the activity. By that I mean, kinks.”
“Yes, that makes sense." Soobin leans over the table, peering up at Yeonjun with innocent eyes. He prepares his hushed voice to suggest, "We’re kind of in public though. Can't we talk about that at our actual session? Without strangers tuning into my sex life?”
“Is that so? Totally. We don’t have to address it now. You’ll do so, sooner or later. If that’s the case…” Yeonjun retrieves his bag and pulls a pile of paper out. He sifts through them while whistling a tune before sliding a piece of paper across the table, explaining, “you’ll have homework to do til our next meeting.”
“Homework,” Soobin gasps, plucking the paper off the surface.
A questionnaire. It has about ten questions regarding exactly what Yeonjun described—questions on behalf of his (pretty much non-existent) sex life. He wonders for a moment, what is worse? Simply describing things to Yeonjun up front and center, or writing things down in great detail for Yeonjun to study.
“Answer all of it by the next time we meet. It should be in two weeks. Are we clear?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good. Now tell me about yourself, really. I’d love to know.”
The sky is a different hue when the corner of Soobin's lips are dried sticky with mango and his back teeth are aching a little. He felt as if he didn't get to discover more of Yeonjun as he would've liked because they mostly talked about Soobin's trials and errors being an omega who is often perceived differently for his physique. Yeonjun was right about himself, he listened to Soobin intently the entire time. The longing he felt for somebody to care is easily fulfilled by his new alpha. What felt like hours was only one, and time passed as if they were talking together, not as clients, but as long term friends.
Yeonjun extends his hand out when they are in front of the shop, preparing to part ways.
Soobin is fumbling with his thoughts for a moment before bringing his hand to his back pocket, reaching for his wallet.
"What for, omega?" Yeonjun says when the leather meets his palm.
"I'm not sure how much that cost."
"I said our pre-meeting doesn't have a price."
Soobin lets out a confused huff. "I meant the snack."
"Babe, no. I was trying to properly greet you and seal the deal. A handshake, ever seen one?"
"Yeonjun!" Soobin gasps, striking the alpha's arm playfully.
"Oh, my omega is getting there. I want to see all of you very soon."
Soobin doesn't fully know the extent of that statement, but he has an idea. He knows he comes off as apprehensive and serious, but something about Yeonjun makes him want to let go just a little. A part of him does think something else, which is also inevitable.
It's strange how Soobin is malleable beneath Yeonjun's intentions, giggly and bashful from every word, and yet willing to give his entire body to Yeonjun without fuss.
Soobin likes to disassociate difficult matters from his personal space. He would rather be in different surroundings when facing things out of his element that could potentially make him feel uncomfortable. If something goes wrong, it feels like he can leave it behind in a place that isn't so significant to him. In this case, he replies to the questionnaire during the train ride. That way, there are no remnants of Soobin engaging with such intimate questions when he is in his bed or at his dining table.
Have you ever participated with a professional alpha heat aid?
no, this is my first time
On a scale of 1 - 10, how sexually active are you? Provide your level of activity with an intimate partner and individual performance.
my sexual activity with others is 0, my masturbation is 9
Do you have irregular heats? List symptoms below.
ever since i stumbled upon an alphas scent that triggered my heat early, my symptoms have been intense with back pain tender breasts and very, frequent heavy slick flow
Are you using any heat suppressants currently or have been in the last month?
no i go through my heat naturally
Are you using birth contraceptives and/or other birth preventions during intercourse? List below. If condoms, answer whether or not you have allergies.
n/a
What do you expect from your alpha heat expert?
i dont want my alpha to hesitate, i want them to do what they think is best for me. i would address my needs, but i am weak during my heats. i hope they can take action for me.
List kinks/interests below.
breeding spanking degradation praise scenting biting
List aftercare requirements below.
baths hand holding playing with my ears kissing whispering
That wasn't as dreadful as he presumed, but regardless Yeonjun will be reading them and he doesn't know how to feel about that.
> yvwnjvn: soobin?
< soobisoobi: oh hi yeonjun yes?
> yvwnjvn: all the legal work is complete, did you see the emails?
< soobisoobi: really? that's so exciting! i will check soon!
> yvwnjvn: we can start texting with our numbers soon (:
> yvwnjvn: omegas usually get excited and think its more real when we finally get off the website
> yvwnjvn: so look forward to it babe
< soobisoobi: okay i will
(Soobin thinks he would look forward to it if he wasn't reminded that he isn't the only omega on Yeonjun's phone.)
> yvwnjvn: and omega...
< soobisoobi: yes?
> yvwnjvn: where are you more comfortable? my place or yours? or a hotel?
< soobisoobi: probably mine
> yvwnjvn: okay sounds good, but do you have everything you need?
< soobisoobi: i do!
< soobisoobi: as my alpha you can bring anything else you think i will need
> yvwnjvn: fuck soobin youre amazing
< soobisoobi: i try for you
> yvwnjvn: good boy, i'll see you in a few days, get a lot of rest until then
< soobisoobi: i will thank you
"Soobin, did you hear me?"
"You were talking about that assignment," Soobin says, slipping his phone back into his pocket as if he wasn't just mentally kicking his feet for trying to be smooth with his alpha.
"I was but—Bin, who were you talking to," Hueningkai sing songs with a finger poking into Soobin's dimple.
Soobin can't stop smiling, he knows. Hueningkai's touch only makes him grin harder. He likes when Hueningkai touches him like that and expects that one day he will muster up the courage to ask Yeonjun to touch it. He might be getting in his head a little too much, but his mind is too clouded to think this is a bad idea. He knows. It's why he hasn't told his best friend about it, certain that Hueningkai would disapprove. He'll go on a tangent about either the dangers with an alpha stranger, or an attachment issue. Soobin doesn't think either exists. He knows what he's getting himself into. At first it was shame and humiliation, but he remembers that he is an omega with needs. It is in his biology to want, need, crave, desire all these things that only alphas can provide. He has never really had feelings for anyone before, so he finds it easy to disassociate anything like that from Yeonjun. What's he gonna do, actually fall for an alpha who caters to omegas because it's his job? Impossible, Soobin knows better about where he should put his heart.
"Nothing," Soobin says quietly. "I'll tell you later."
"I'll talk later, but don't push it off for too long, okay?"
In a couple of months, after a few sessions, Soobin promises. That is quite long, but Hueningkai will have long forgotten about this little incident.
Soobin doesn't welcome many people into his home. Other than his parents every couple of months, and Hueningkai every couple of weeks, his welcoming mat doesn’t host many shoes. Yeonjun is the very first alpha to step foot into his home.
Being nervous would be the greatest understatement of all time. Trembling fingers reach for the doorknob and yet again, the wind gets knocked out of him when he lays eyes on his alpha.
“Welcome to my humble abode. Um, it’s not much," Soobin says, swinging the door open, just enough for Yeonjun to enter. Everything is neat and tidy as can possibly be, just to make a good impression for his guest. Before Yeonjun's arrival, he lit a comforting raspberry and cream candle but then aired it out immediately, wondering if it'll smell better than his own scent. He wants Yeonjun to bask in his scent and his only.
There's a look of amusement painted on his face, Soobin remembers how captivating he looked on the day they first met. “Not much? Aren’t you a college student?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Lucky guess? You’re actually a year younger than me. And you kind of rambled during our first meeting."
Soobin really doesn't remember telling all that much about himself personally, other than how he manages as an omega. He is filled with a tinge of embarrassment for doing so, let alone not even remembering it either. “Oh, sorry.”
“No, worries.”
Soobin tries not to let his awkwardness defeat him. They walk further into his home as Soobin asks, "So you’re a college student, too?”
“Was. Dropped out when this occupied too much. It pays well, so I figured to make it full time while I'm sexy and young," he chuckles, earning a similar response from Soobin.
“Don’t you want to prepare for something else? In the future?”
“Sure I do. But I like to take things as they come. I’ll hold this job down for as long as I can.”
"That sounds nice," Soobin responds truthfully, even if he has a whole different opinion. Their lives couldn't be more in contrast. He sits down on the couch and expectantly looks at Yeonjun to do the same. He's not sure how things begin, or how soon, but at the very least, he can sit still and hope that Yeonjun will address everything.
Soobin's expression of perplexity must be enough, because almost immediately after sitting down next to Soobin, Yeonjun asks, “So, how are your symptoms?”
“Fine. Mild…”
Yeonjun tilts his head, a quizzical look on his face as if he's deeply determined to understand Soobin. “And how many days away from your heat?”
“About two..? I already have symptoms, so I thought I’d call you now because it was terrible last month.” Soobin’s skin heats up unbearably. It’s still a bit strange to talk to someone so casually about personal matters when they are sharing a formal relationship, especially when nothing about their conversation is professional. Technically it is, considering Yeonjun’s line of work. But Soobin never imagined that he would ever talk about his heat so freely to a stranger.
“That’s what I’m here for. Don’t worry about it.” Yeonjun pulls a notebook out, probably his planner, and skims it.
Soobin feels compelled to explain his slight desperation, "It’s just that your schedule was free for today, and I just thought it would be alright if you came pre-heat.”
“You did book me for 3 days, so I’d say you’re a little greedy pulling this stunt.”
“I’m sorry—“
The alpha nonchalantly places his hand on Soobin's thigh, fingers digging into the skin gently, if not somewhat possessively. “I don’t mind. I get to see your pretty face some more.”
“Oh…good to know.” Soobin's eyes flicker to his hand then back towards him. It's his first time properly making eye contact with Yeonjun since he greeted the alpha into his home. His expression is a flurry of tenderness and hunger--like he is on a hunt with patience, but he knows he will ravage his prey in an instant given the right moment. “And I kinda have this major paper that I’d like to work on as soon as possible!”
“Oh? Alright…that’s possible!” he teases, mocking Soobin while his fingers dig a little deeper.
“So, it's all okay?”
Yeonjun nods. “Hey, you’re paying by the hour today, by all means we can get you riled up however long it takes you.”
While Soobin would like to get right into things, he knows they should discuss the logistics of things. He wishes he prompted these queries the day he sent a photo of his questionnaire answers, that way he can have the alpha rattle his bones immediately. But he recalled Yeonjun being busy the day before, a client scheduled on his profile, so Soobin didn't want to occupy too much of his time. “Right, but what if I end up keeping you for the entire day?”
Yeonjun whips out a small index card from his planner and hands it to Soobin. He sees that it's information on Yeonjun's hourly rates and day-by-day packages. “If it surpasses 8 hours, but still not a full day, I charge half the rate of a full day. Meaning it’ll just be a partial day, so partial pay rate. But if it runs nearly the whole day, it's a full day rate. Then you can have me for 24 hours on the clock."
“Okay, my first days are usually rough but I wasn’t sure how to book you for the days prior to my schedule request.”
“Well, those are the perks of Sweet Desire. You and I are partners, we'll always talk it through. Now, and for however many sessions in the future. Do you understand?”
“I do.” Soobin's apprehension gets replaced with comfort. Yeonjun's gaze had him squirming moments ago but now there's some kind of spell to it, one that makes Soobin feel wanted and taken care of. He recognizes that Yeonjun can do no harm, that he is a professional who will know Soobin's limits. If Soobin wanted to test what either of them are capable of, something tells him that he won't be afraid to try it with this alpha. They haven't even done anything, but this is their second time together and Soobin already thinks he wants him back. “You should do monthly subscriptions.”
“I do have a lot of regulars.”
“You do?”
“Mhm. But mostly, omegas just hire me for their worst night. I take care of them ‘til they’re out cold. It lasts a couple of hours.”
“Their nap?”
“No, the rounds. They last a couple of hours."
Soobin snickers, only seconds later, face blazing for not understanding what Yeonjun originally meant. “Oh. Well, I hope I’m out like a light after this.”
“We’ll see about that.” Yeonjun straightens up and Soobin finds himself scooting closer. Yeonjun's hand sneaks from his knee to his inner thigh, tentatively rubbing it but refusing to go any higher—which for some reason disappoints Soobin, “What do you want to try?”
The omega is curious, but not extremely eager enough to know what to ask for right away. He did his fair share of research just so he knows what to expect with another party in his venture, because while he knows what he likes on himself, he knows it'll be completely different with someone else. He actually has a partner for once and has a fear that all his interests won't feel the same with his alpha. Yeonjun could either make him desire more, or less. Wanting to take it easy to begin with, he asks kittenish, “Can you scent me? Just kiss my neck all over until you trigger my heat.”
“Yeah?” Yeonjun leans into Soobin's body, face already dipping into the crook of Soobin's neck and shoulder. “What else?”
“You could put your hands on me," Soobin mumbles, despite the way his hands are embarrassingly folded in his lap.
Yeonjun places a gentle hand on Soobin's chest, roaming up and down experimentally. Soobin is not stiff, but definitely in a state of shock considering this is his first time being touched like this. He doesn't know if it's Yeonjun who initiates it, or himself who forcibly brings them down, but Soobin's back is against the couch cushions, laying down with Yeonjun in between his legs, on top of him. Both his hands are on Soobin's body now, palms pressed against his nipples.
“Like that?”
“Yes…please," Soobin utters, head lulling back instinctively in a familiar way he's only known to do when he's alone pleasuring himself.
“Like dirty talk?”
Soobin’s breath hitches. “Yes.” He’s never experienced receiving or exchanging it himself but just the combination of words—dirty and talk—make his knees buck.
“Alright, sounds good. Let me properly take care of you.”
The alpha's hand sneaks underneath Soobin's shirt, causing him to squirm. He ruts against Soobin and Soobin swears he can feel it already—feel him. A sensation, and hardness, he's never felt against his cunt before. It's something he's going to remember for the rest of his life, and when this is all over with, he fears he could never go back. Yeonjun feels so good on top of him, in between him, against him. He can only whimper and release shaky breaths as Yeonjun breaths against his neck.
“You’re really pretty, omega. I love the little noise you make for me. Just one more thing from me, you’ve got a nice house, tell me the walls aren’t thin.”
“They’re not.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I’d make you scream regardless. I don’t ever want you to hold back, okay?”
Soobin tries not to scream at this instant. His entire body is burning up in flames, desperate to keep going, to chase and capture something he's never felt in his life. “Okay.”
A hand comes in between his thighs and Soobin swears he leaks a little from the touch. “Hm, try again.”
“How?”
“I dunno, omega. How should you respond to your alpha?” he coaxes, hand starting to rub against his clothed cunt. He is definitely wet and Yeonjun's hand doesn't stop teasing him, making all the matters worse.
“Alpha?” Soobin answers with his eyes fixated on Yeonjun's captivating ones staring down at him.
Yeonjun's grin is wicked, a look of approval plastered on his face. But Soobin also feels so preyed upon.
It triggers a burst of confidence from Soobin as he promises, “I won’t hold back, alpha. Please, keep going.”
Yeonjun sinks further against Soobin, his face occupying the space between Soobin's neck and collarbone. The first kiss after the hot breath fanning against his neck makes his breath hitch. It's warm and tingles, Yeonjun's lips only press harder. He lathers Soobin's skin with gentle kisses until Soobin feels a stripe of wetness. His tongue is flat as he licks the spots tainted by his mouth, it's blissful enough to make him release a strained moan.
Yeonjun adjusts his position, removing his hands from Soobin's quivering body to the omega's dismay. “Alright, Soobin. Where should we start?”
“Oh, the living room is fine. Right now.”
Yeonjun chuckles, for a moment Soobin wants to ask why. Why does this alpha giggle at everything known to man? He likes to laugh a lot, and a part of Soobin thinks he’s endearing, but another part grows conscious. He’s been laughing at a lot of Soobin’s responses. Is Soobin that humiliating to him? Does Yeonjun think that Soobin is pathetic, merely a fool who needs to pay for services from an—
“Omega, why the long face?” Yeonjun gets impossible closer before Soobin could protest. “I find you incredibly cute. Are you wondering why you’re such a comedian to me? You’re very charming, doll.”
“I don’t even know what I said,” Soobin says, unable to keep the frown from being plastered on his face.
Soobin’s gaze is focused on Yeonjun, from the way the alpha lifted his chin up with gentle fingers. “When I said where should we begin, I was asking about what you want. Not literally where. Babe, you’re precious. You've got a taste of me and what I can do to you. But what’s next? How can I please you, omega?”
“O-oh.”
“Omega, I’ll try to be more clear from now on. But you have to promise me that you’ll tell me what you want. And if anything concerns you, you will be transparent with me. I don’t want to cause you distress during your heat, or any time at all. Please forgive the way I’m drawn to you.”
The feeling of being wanted sends Soobin’s heart fluttering up to his throat, he almost chokes on it. It's not the time to get worked up but his chest feels stomped on and it's hard to swallow, his eyes sting from a thousand prickles. His omega is being cared for and will be taken care of. But as immediately as Yeonjun made him feel, reality settles just as rapidly. Soobin remembers that Yeonjun is here because it’s his job. Is it too much, will it be too much for Soobin?
Soobin doesn't want to think about any of that right now, because in this moment it is about him and his body seeking out an alpha's body—Yeonjun's to be exact. Yeonjun's alpha body who feels firm and rough beneath Soobin's touch but lacks a scent. He forgets about that too, feeling greedy, and insists, “Okay, right. You can do whatever you want. I’m not good at… leading the way. I do whatever people want. I don’t mind not having the say. Everyone makes decisions for me, and if I like it I’ll do it.”
“Yeah, baby? You’re going to be so easy to work with. Fuck, I’ll take care of you so well, Binnie.”
“Yes. I mean, yes, you could take care of me. Please.”
“Mhm. You’re a very good omega.” Yeonjun straightens Soobin's shirt, pulling the hem down to his waistband with a sigh as if he regrets his former decisions. Soobin jolts up quickly with a frown, afraid to have upset his alpha somehow. Yeonjun shakes his head with a small smile that Soobin cannot understand. “It’s my first time with you, I should do it right. Bedroom?”
“Bedroom..?”
“I would prefer it if I could take care of you on your bed, yeah, but if that’s not what you want—“
“Okay, yeah. Sorry.” Soobin blinks away his doubts and insecurities. Yeonjun wants him, because he has to, but that doesn't matter. “I trust you.”
“Good. Lead me up until that point, then I will take it from there, darling."
The warmth causes him to flinch upon standing up, wetness streaming down his leg with every step. He is comforted with his black sweatpants, not willing to appear so desperately with obvious wet patches in between his legs. He stands in front of his door awkwardly and tries not to laugh at the blatant way the door swings open. He just doesn't know what to do next, other than idiotically announcing, "this is my room."
A strong grip around his shoulder startles him. He turns aside quickly, not expecting he and Yeonjun's faces to be inches apart..
“Manhandling. Give me a color on that.”
Soobin is familiar with this thing from the amount of forums he's read when he was discovering dom/sub relationships. He doesn't recall what prompted him to get into those types of searches, but he remembers how intensely he rode his dildo to the thought of having a dom to share a safeword with.
“Green.”
“Great.”
Before Soobin can meet Yeonjun’s eyes again, there’s a rough shove, palms digging into his sensitive shoulder blades. His back meets the mattress with a sharp gasp. It’s not like he was anticipating that right after his consent to Yeonjun, but he can’t say he didn’t like it either. He thought manhandling consisted of holding his wrists above his head or shoving his face into the pillows. After this sneaky little attempt, he looks forward to what else Yeonjun is capable of.
“Spread them, baby," Yeonjun demands, void of his usual charming quip.
With the order and how Yeonjun carries it out, the omega doesn't need to be told twice.
Soobin spreads his legs, folding his knees and digging his heels into the mattress. He doesn't recall his bed being this comfortable, a triumphant sigh escapes his lips as he allows himself to sink a little deeper into the bed. It's only after his deep breath in, does he realize the shift of the room. There's a scent permeating his senses, a heavy, pleasant smell of burning woods and warmth. "Is that your scent, alpha?"
"Yeah, is it soothing?"
"Very..." Soobin inhales it again, basking in his first alpha's scent. It's his first time inhaling something so warm and rich, first time smelling an alpha that doesn't involve a space shared with some random classmate or bus rider. He longs for Yeonjun to bury this scent everywhere, into his walls, his sheets, touch all of Soobin's stationary and trinkets, stain his clothes with it. He needs Yeonjun's scent to follow him everywhere until he suffocates beneath it.
Yeonjun holds his gaze on Soobin longer than he's comfortable with. Soobin might be easing into all of Yeonjun, but that doesn't mean he is relieved of his typical nervous tendencies. He still can't read people—Yeonjun of all people—to know what they want from him.
"Alpha?" he says in a whisper.
Yeonjun bites his lip, emitting a subtle, "hmm?"
"Are you going to come here?"
"Shit," he pauses. "Yeah..."
"What should we do?" Soobin says, realizing Yeonjun seems a bit at crossroads. He doesn't like this. Doesn't want to be the one to ask, doesn't want to make the decisions unless Yeonjun gives him some to choose from. Is Yeonjun showing some doubt as well? Does he actually regret being offered to Soobin on Sweet Desires? Soobin—
"Omega, what's wrong? Why the sour smell?"
"Because...I told you already."
Yeonjun immediately sinks into the bed, finding his way in between Soobin's legs as he leans down to plant a kiss against Soobin's temple gently. He lets his lips linger a few seconds more before trailing them down to pucker the omega's cheekbone, then jaw. His breath fans away some of Soobin's hair that frames his face.
"I'm sorry, I just—" Yeonjun plants his lips on Soobin's chin, barely grazing his lips. "Don't mind me. I'm just so in awe with my omega. You smell really good, and you're so pretty, Binnie. I mean it. I'm mesmerized by you, is all."
Where did that come from? Binne. Soobin likes it. Likes everything pouring from Yeonjun's lips. The personal pet name makes it feel like it's not a script.
Yeonjun seems to have composed himself in the middle of Soobin musing over the alpha's words. His confident expression returns and his hands are all over Soobin's body again, skilled fingers dancing up Soobin's shirt, bunching the cotton beneath his arms. Soobin shivers at the way hot air makes contact with his nipples. The feeling so foreign, it makes his body seek the source. He hears Yeonjun snicker before he latches his lips onto one of them, tongue swirling around the bud in between greedy inhales of his skin.
"Alpha," Soobin whimpers, fingers looking for purchase in Yeonjun's hair.
The pleasure against his sensitive buds carry on for minutes more, one nipple to the other, as the sight of Soobin's ceiling fan comes and goes.
"You make pretty noise," Yeonjun says after pulling away.
Soobin is about to reply gratefully until a sight causes him to grow cold from mortification. Yeonjun is on his knees in between Soobin's legs, body tall and slim hovering over him. His chest is damp, gray tee apparently soaked by Soobin's own lower region when he was indulging on his nipples. The alpha follows Soobin's gaze and looks down, an amused grin crawling onto his face immediately.
"Yeah, you get so wet, Soobin," Yeonjun says, like it's nothing. Like it's completely acceptable for Soobin to make a mess out of his alpha this early on.
Soobin frowns, propping himself up on his elbows. "That's not funny," he whines.
"I know, I'm not laughing, am I? It's so sexy of you, omega. Can't wait to see what else you can do for me."
"Please do something," Soobin says, stretching his body and slipping a hand in between his thighs, wanting to feel how wet he is. Slick coats his fingers and all he did was touch his clad crotch. He ruts against his own hand, liking the feeling a little too much. Grinding against his own hand, he forgets he isn't alone when the stern sound of a throat is cleared. Feeling ashamed as if he went against his alpha, he shoots his hand away from his crotch. "Sorry, alpha."
"You're forgiven. I'm gonna take off your pants now, omega. That alright?"
"Yes, it's okay. Please do it."
Yeonjun nods then immediately hooks his fingers around the waistband and slips them down his hips. He urges Soobin to raise his bottom before swiping it off in one go. Soobin doesn't miss the way his alpha places Soobin's pants onto the ground nicely. He quickly gets back in position, remembering the most important thing in the room—Soobin.
Soobin observes the way Yeonjun's delicate fingers crawl up his legs, fingers touching him, studying him intensely as if he's trying to understand the nature of the omega's skin. As Yeonjun maps Soobin's body, he shivers beneath the touches. It's a different feeling to be touched than to touch yourself, Soobin thinks. He is way more sensitive from Yeonjun's unfamiliar fingertips than his own. When they dance higher, settling at his inner thigh, Soobin instinctively closes his legs, trapping Yeonjun in between him.
"Is this okay?"
Soobin glances down, Yeonjun's gaze isn't displayed on his intimate parts but at his eyes. He is so, so close though. (Yeonjun, not Soobin.)
“You’re very pretty here, Soobin.”
“T-thank you,” Soobin responds bashfully, having not expected the compliment, though he did prepare himself nicely for his new alpha prior.
“Can I try something? It might be early though.”
"What do you have in mind?"
"We don't have to but I would like to get my mouth on you omega."
Soobin is lost for words. It is rather soon, but he can't find himself wanting to decline. When he is with Yeonjun, he might as well go for it and go all the way with everything. Without Yeonjun, he is a virgin omega who doesn't have any chances for someone else to discover his body. He must do anything with Yeonjun for as long as this will last.
"I want to, please, I want you to do anything," Soobin says, acknowledging the way Yeonjun looks at him hungrily. Why should Soobin be the one to deprive either of them from doing what they both obviously desire? "Please, just—don't ask me anymore. Do what you do best. I need you, alpha."
Yeonjun kisses him again, but fails to kiss him. It's just the faintest press of lips against the corners of his mouth. Soobin wants to kiss him, but he has already asked for so much.
"Gonna make you feel so good, okay omega? You'll be beyond satiated by the time I'm done with you but this is just the beginning. Just enjoy yourself, okay? Do not hesitate if you want me to stop or if you need a break. Are we clear, doll?"
Soobin shakes his head furiously, eager for his alpha to tend to his promises.
Yeonjun gives his hip a pinch. "Words, baby."
"Yes, I understand."
"Good. I don't accept these naughty head shakes. I use my mouth on you, and you use your words on me."
Soobin can't help but let out a chuckle at Yeonjun's dominance, which just felt like a poor attempt this time.
"What's so funny, baby?"
"Nothing."
It's Soobin's first time witnessing his alpha pout. "Tell me."
"I understand you very well. It was just a silly way of putting it. Was it supposed to sound sexy?"
"Soobin!" Yeonjun playfully reprimands. "I'm gonna make you take back what you said about my assertion. Just you watch, omega."
"Okay, I mean, I have only been waiting for what—twenty minutes? Is that how much longer?"
"Fuck, you're a cute one, aren't you. So cute, Soobin. But…seriously, I'm gonna make you regret it."
Soobin hardly gets to utter a rebuttal because he’s crying alpha! when Yeonjun charges himself into Soobin's cunt. Soobin's lower abdomen tickles from Yeonjun's pointy strands ghosting against it. The heat of Yeonjun's breath targeting his cunt causes Soobin to whimper. Yeonjun's hands are steady, fingers curled around Soobin's thighs when dives in, tongue instantly lapping in between the folds up and down erratically. He latches his lips around his clit and sucks, earning a sharp wail from deep down inside Soobin's throat. Soobin's hands claw at his sheets beside him as Yeonjun expertly flexes his tongue to work in and out of Soobin's pussy, hot warmth invading all over. He feels himself soaking even wetter when Yeonjun inserts a sudden finger, splitting him open in surprise.
“You’re so wet, Soobin. I don’t even need lube.”
“I don’t either sometimes,” he admits raspily.
“No? Fuck," Yeonjun groans, fingers still working dilligently despite the lack of his mouth on Soobin. “Can I spit on it?”
Soobin almost bucks his hips. That sounds so naughty. “Yeah, yeah okay.”
"Oh, fuck," Soobin yelps when he meets the sight, and sound, of Yeonjun nonchalantly spitting against his pussy, a trail of spit between keeping them from being apart. "Yeonjun..." he thinks it's the first time he calls the alpha by his name tonight.
Yeonjun must notice too because he commands, "Say it again."
"Yeonjun?"
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Do you feel okay?"
“Yeonjun, please.”
"Are you okay, Soobin?"
"Yes! Please keep going…"
Soobin chokes on a sob as Yeonjun's fingers and tongue work in tandem. He has two fingers deep inside his pussy while his lips nip his sensitive clit, such a simple but powerful gesture coming from the alpha's mouth. He quivers any time his alpha sucks harder, back arching whenever he exchanges from rubbing his clit with his thumb to fingering him vigorously with three digits. He thinks he could come already but he doesn't want the moment to end, he doesn't want Yeonjun to stop.
"Alpha," he says without purpose. He just wants to say it because that's how all of this feels more real.
"Yes, omega? You're doing so good, gosh baby, you taste so good."
Heat pools low in his stomach, his inside twisting with knots. His fingers can't grip the sheets any tighter. His knees magnetize together, forgetting his alpha in between them. And just like that, he comes with a cry of Yeonjun’s name, feeling himself spill all over. He is more wet than ever, the lewd cacophony of sloshing wetness fills the room. Yeonjun has to pull his mouth away as Soobin drips the most he’s done all day, but he doesn't stop fingering Soobin deep down to the final knuckle.
"That's it, omega."
Omega this, omega that, fuck.
"Yeonjun, Yeonjun, Yeonjun!" Soobin cries deliriously. He doesn't know how to handle this multitude of pleasure, "Okay, stop, stop it, please. Alpha, please!”
There's a disappointed huff that Soobin catches, even beyond his own sniffles, but Yeonjun lessens the pace before stopping entirely.
"You did perfect, omega. Couldn't help yourself, hmm? Couldn't hold back for your alpha, is that right?"
"It was so good," Soobin sighs, catching the sight of Yeonjun's wet mouth beyond his own chest rising and falling. It takes too much out of him to keep his head raised—the sight is just too breathtaking, but he just can't bear it—so he drops his head back down and studies his ceiling for the second time tonight.
In the midst of Soobin’s labored breathing, Yeonjun’s bubbly cackle erupts. It’s out of place but Soobin adores it anyhow.
"Ever tasted yourself?”
“No—why?”
“Many of my omega clients hadn’t. I think you’ll be surprised to know you’re one of the best.”
Yet again, Soobin doesn't like that. He wonders if it's a policy to make omegas not forget that this is an exchange, not two lovers molding their bodies together. “What’s that have to do with me tasting it or not?”
“Dunno. Ego boost for you, maybe?”
“I don’t care about anything like that, but thank you.”
The bed dips, and Soobin can only flutter his eyes open for a moment, catching Yeonjun beside him. There's fingers in his hair, carding through it comfortingly. Whenever Yeonjun touches him, all he can feel is warmth, and of course the literal sense, but other than that—there's just this feeling. Yeonjun is warm. Soobin is warm. From his own skin, to his chest, his core, he just feels so warm from Yeonjun.
Maybe it's just because this is Soobin's first time with an alpha. Maybe there's some chemicals his brain is releasing after their scents are toxifying the closed space, making him feel more than he really should.
"Omega?"
"Hmm…" Soobin murmurs,
"Not to get really professional again, but how long is your refractory period?"
Soobin turns to his side, meeting Yeonjun's tender gaze. He closes his eyes immediately when he answers, "I'm almost in heat, I can go again so easily…to be honest with you."
"And we will, omega."
"Yeonjun?"
Though Soobin can't see him, he still feels the alpha looking at him, can feel the way he trails his fingers away from Soobin's hair. They go down to his cheek, Yeonjun strokes him there and Soobin is hit with the same warmth.
"Yes?"
"Just…I really don't think I can. Not right now though. That was...so much."
The touch stops. Soobin blinks his eyes open. He tries to sit up but Yeonjun refuses him, pushing him back down against his pillow. He asks carefully, "Good or bad?"
"Good, really good of course. But, alpha, I can't catch my breath right now."
Yeonjun releases a hearty laugh. "That's one massive compliment, Soobin."
"Yeonjun..."
"Kidding. Not kidding but, aw…"
"I...can you take care of me, like all the other stuff you said you'd do, aside from you know...the—" Yeonjun takes his hand and holds it. It's another one of those gestures Soobin is grateful for. This is what he wanted in an alpha before he ever signed up to be matched. Yeonjun just knows when he's seeking reassurance and validation. Soobin doesn't have to tell him what he needs. Soobin doesn't have to explain himself because Yeonjun just knows. This moment alone, however, makes Soobin feel as if it'll be difficult without him. Already, he thinks that.
"Are you getting shy on me? What a pretty boy. You're so sweet, Soobin. Other than fucking you to sleep, I will definitely cuddle you til you're all well rested up for another round of something. How does that sound?"
"Yes, that's all I want right now. Can you hold me?"
Yeonjun squeezes his hand in a comforting gesture."I will get you some water and I will change to something comfortable. We should get you something to keep you warm, too. Then I will hold my omega like our lives depend on it. Is that a deal?"
"The best...please hurry and come back to me."
"Yes, omega. Don't miss me too much."
"I'll miss you so much," Soobin utters, but he doesn't know where that came from.
When Yeonjun's figure vanishes beyond his bedroom door, Soobin sighs. That did not trigger his heat, but all his symptoms were present. As of lately, he has been producing excessive slick and his breasts are more sensitive than usual. With Yeonjun's care, it only seemed to have developed more intensely.
Soobin thinks this session was an act of trial and error, minus the error part because Soobin did not find any gray areas with Yeonjun. He was absolutely perfect and for a mere moment he wonders if Beomgyu or Mingyu, or anyone else on Sweet Desire, could aid him this well. It's not just about how skillful Yeonjun is, but who he is as a person. Soobin happens to like him as a dominant alpha very much.
The tender words and promises, his gestures, how he guides Soobin.
It's all the omega has ever wanted.
Soobin shouldn't get too carried away.
For now he thinks: I can't imagine how I'll get when I'm actually in heat with him.
Soobin falls asleep faster than he would like.