I didn’t know why those words, which could have been a denial of me as a beta, had aroused me so much.
“Hahh, hh… Heup….”
My body trembled violently from the excitement that shot up like a pillar of fire, and I bucked my hips. I pushed away the hand covering my lips, took his tongue into my mouth, and sucked at his saliva—at the scent dissolved within it.
If only an omega could possess and bind him in a way that meant more than just having sex, if only an omega could draw out his alpha instincts, shatter all his rational control, and make him run wild… then I didn’t mind him thinking I was like an omega.
To him, it must have meant that his partner seemed endlessly lewd, uncontrollably stimulating his sexual urges.
“Mm, mmm, heup….”
The sensation of his two middle fingers, which had been moving up and down inside me at a rapid pace, spreading apart to widen my entrance stole my breath, and I spat out his tongue. With my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I clawed at his sweat-slicked skin and pushed my chest high.
My brain, riddled with holes, was filled with a single, lucidly simple desire: for him to put his cock, brushing against my crotch next to his fingers, inside me. It was I, not he, who was running wild, my rational control shattered as I chased after a primal desire. My whole body trembled, an abnormal craving for penetration, and the desperate need, as if my life depended on it, made my mouth open on its own.
“Put it in, I want you to put it in…. If you don’t put it in now… I think something terrible will happen… Hngh.”
I muttered, looking down at him in a state of desire bordering on fear, as if a huge hole had been torn open in my body and everything I was would leak out if it wasn’t plugged right away. I was almost crying.
He licked my chin as I bit my lower lip and contorted my face, pushing his fingers deep, then suddenly stopped all movement. His gaze, which until a moment ago had been tracing every sign of my arousal as if licking it with his eyes, was now fixed and trembling, as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Hahh, heup.”
As I stilled my hips in anxiety, one of his fingers slipped out from inside me. Then, the remaining one stirred forcefully within. He changed the direction of his hand, fumbling and scraping against the membrane.
My inner walls, so sensitively aroused I could feel a tickle, instinctively clenched tightly around his finger without my conscious effort. I clamped a hand over my mouth and trembled at the stimulation.
“Seo Yeehyeon….”
His voice calling my name was also like that of a man possessed by a ghost. My eyes, looking down at him as I covered my mouth, were moist with a desire I had held back for too long.
“Seo Yeehyeon….”
Muttering my name once more, he slowly began to thrust his hips from his seated position, increasing the speed at which he stabbed inside me. I wanted him so badly it was starting to hurt my stomach.
The vibrations from him shaking me on his lap grew faster and more violent. He even bent his head to bite my nipple through my t-shirt, thrusting into me from below without holding back. Now, he seemed even more desperate.
Seo Yeehyeon, Seo Yeehyeon, Seo Yeehyeon….
Muttering my name over and over as if it were a spell to ward off tragedy, he pulled his fingers out of me with a final whisper of, “Fuck, Seo Yeehyeon.”
From his seated position, he lifted me from behind and laid me down on the bench. As soon as my back touched one end of the bench, which was set at a 60-degree angle, he pushed up my thighs and buried his face between my legs.
There was no wasted time or movement. It all happened in an instant.
“Ugh.”
His sharp tongue pushed aside the string-like lace and immediately delved into my anus. He curled the tip of his tongue inside as if lapping at ice cream, sweeping over the membrane. Then, he pressed his lips right against the entrance and sucked, slurp, slurp, making an obscene sound. He looked like someone who would stick a straw in there if he could. Looking down between my raised legs, his face, as he sucked my anus, held no trace of civility or grace. It was ravenous. Like an animal’s obsession with the last remaining food for the long winter ahead.
His fingers hadn’t been enough, and I was on the verge of losing my mind from the caress of his softer, wetter tongue and lips on my anus. I felt like sticking my own fingers inside and scratching myself raw. I pushed at his shoulder with the tips of my toes. I reached out, flailing, and pulled him closer by the neck.
“Don’t, please…. I don’t want this anymore, please….”
He looked up, his mouth still pressed to my anus. His eyes, the blue tint now faded, gleamed with madness.
As if holding back the urge to bite me, he showered my anus and genitals with a flurry of frantic kisses, then wiped the glistening saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up. His exposed cock was also glistening as if coated in polish. It was so painfully hard and dripping with precum that it was a miracle he was delaying penetration at all. It looked as if it might melt away.
He slid his hands under my ass, wedging them beneath my thighs to get into position. His chest muscles and lower abs were swollen harder than usual, looking almost angry. Grasping the shaft of his penis, he pushed aside the string covering my anus with the head as if it were a nuisance, then rubbed the head widely around the entrance as if marking his territory.
“Hahh, heup. Hhngh.”
Lying still, I panted as if I had just run a race. Or like someone trying to catch their breath after a long cry. Or like someone panting obscenely, trembling with anticipation for the coming penetration.
Positioning the head, he leaned down, cupped my cheeks with both hands, and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Seo Yihyuuun… Seo Yihyuuun….”
He called my name, drawing out the vowels, with a bizarre expression I had never seen before… one that looked both supremely joyful and tormented. Like someone pleasantly drunk, or like someone who had thrown himself into intoxication because of some hardship. As he was not one to ever let himself break down, this side of him was unfamiliar, and because I couldn’t clearly define it, it made me see him more as a human being.
Gently wrapping my hands around his wrists, I rubbed my nose against his.
“What’s wrong…. Did I… do something wrong?”
Foreheads still touching, he shook his head firmly. He managed to speak, showering me with small kisses in between.
“No. You’re too good…. Seo Yeehyeon is too good, you do everything well… you haven’t done anything wrong. You were too… good. What do I do? Because Seo Yeehyeon is too good?”
Mwah, our lips met a little deeper at the end. And below, his cock began to part me and enter.
“Look at this. Just how good Seo Yeehyeon is.”
He smiled, his eyes narrowing.
“Hngh, heuk. Haah.”
Without the slightest gap, the thick, heavy presence spread me and filled me, only then was all the itching relieved, replaced by a wave of fullness. I tightened my grip on his wrists and rubbed the back of my head against the bench behind me.
“It’s just… sliding right in… you feel that? Does this even make sense?”
As he said that, he paused his entry as if to confirm the fact, creating a fluid motion with his hips to tease me below. Every time he undulated his hips, my entrance was stretched up and down, and the shaft rubbing against it sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.
Feeling the urge to cum building, I brought a hand down to touch myself.
Because he had pushed the string aside to enter, my underwear was all twisted, and both my penis and testicles were spilling out messily. My hardened cock was poking its head out at an angle. It could hardly be said to be serving its purpose as underwear anymore.
“Don’t touch. Don’t come so soon. Come with me, anally. Okay?”
He leaned down and reached a hand between our stomachs to pull my wrist up. Even after stopping me, his gaze remained fixed below. He kindly described the stimulating sight of the precariously perched ribbon on my hips and the scene of his penetration, entering and exiting my anus with the string pushed aside, then shook his head with a faint smile.
“If I keep watching… I’m going to come in record time. Mr. Seo Yeehyeon, is there anything that doesn’t suit you?”
“My name….”
“……”
“Like before, just… hngh, Seo, Seo Yeehyeon….”
I gasped, barely able to finish my sentence, feeling my breath catch as if he had pushed all the way in. He looked at me with a deliberate gaze and smiled softly.
“If you like that, shall I call you that again?”
“Heup, hngh.”
I nodded at him as he twisted his hips, rubbing his pubic hair against my anus. His torso pressed closer, his lips brushing mine before kissing my cheek.
“Seo Yihyuun, do you like my scent?”
His call was slightly different from before, as if he were coaxing and soothing me. I nodded in response. While his lips showered my cheek with delicate kisses and his sweet voice whispered in my ear, below, the slick movement continued as he pushed his hips deep and rocked shallowly.
It was a penetration that felt like his wet head, the shaft of his cock, and the pubic hair at his groin were all planting little kisses on the entrance of my anus, my inner walls, and something deep at the very end.
It felt like his hips were shaking not just the inner walls of my anus, but every piece of education and socialization that constituted my humanity.
“Why do you like it? What’s it like when you smell my scent?”
“Haah, hngh… Hahh, heuk….”
That only the sensations of the flesh remain and I forget everything. That I feel like I’m suffocating to death, and that I feel like I can finally breathe and live… My voice, spilling out contradictory words, was dry and cracked.
That all the screws in my head have come loose… and I can’t think of anything but sex, his cock and penetration, his unfaltering erection and the knotting that feels like it will burst my insides… I confessed, stammering in a hoarse voice.
“So sucking my spit makes you want to be knotted…. Should I? Should we knot again today? You like knotting, don’t you?”
The squelching sound of viscous fluid meeting air and creating friction every time he moved his hips was dizzying. When I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit my lower lip, he lunged forward and caught my lips with his.
“I’ll do… anything you ask…. I’ll do everything, and give you everything…. So… let me knot you.”
After the first time, he wasn’t the only one who wanted to knot. If anything, I was the one who had pestered him when he hesitated or unconsciously incited him to knot. And yet, he was making an unnecessary request, asking for permission. He was by no means a person oblivious to gains and losses, but the heat had rushed to his head, to his cock, to the point of causing an error.
I was in an abnormal state as well.
“Then… I’d.. like it, if you only did it with me. Kissing, putting your fingers in… sex, knotting… only with me….”
“……”
He slowed his hips, his expression one of someone who had heard something unbelievable.
I had whispered shockingly lewd things countless times during sex, but no matter how heated I got, I had never asked him for anything. It had always felt like an excessive act that failed to read the room, something that would cool the heat of the bed.
But right now… courage just welled up from somewhere.
His thrusts, after studying me carefully, began to gradually speed up again. I fiddled with the back of his neck, which I was holding, and added.
“You said… you’d do anything for me….”
He grabbed the end of the bench above my head and readjusted my spread thighs to deepen his penetration.
“Ever since the first time with you, it’s already been… only you. You know that.”
He was right. I had only lacked certainty, but I had vaguely guessed that he wasn’t having relations with anyone else. And in this moment, that guess was cleanly confirmed as fact. The ripple effect it brought was greater than I could have imagined.
I felt a gush of fluid drenching my insides, as if another large amount of precum had poured out from his cock. He narrowed his brow, and his broad shoulders trembled. It wasn’t a shallow in-and-out motion, but a relentless storm of penetrations that pulled out all the way before slamming back in with a thud.
“Then… if I only do it with Seo Yeehyeon… can I keep knotting you?”
The bench rattled despite him holding it, but neither of us had the luxury to care about such things.
“Do it, keep doing it… swell me up to my brain. No, you can’t. We have to stop. What do I do? If we keep having sex and knotting like this… and my brain turns completely stupid… then what do I do, CEO.”
I nodded my head, then shook it wildly… spouting utter nonsense, not even knowing what I was saying myself.
His kisses rained down all over my face—my eyelids, under my eyes, my temples, my cheeks, my lips, my philtrum and the bridge of my nose.
“If I said I’d rather that happened… would that make me a bastard?”
“……”
I know he doesn’t mean it. We’re both not in our right minds right now.
Pulling his neck closer, I pressed my lips to his, the same lips that made me feel like I was in an ecstatic dream, as if we’d already shared a deep kiss just by looking at them. Even the regret in the moment they parted was an extension of the kiss.
I slowly shook my head, telling him no. He lightly bumped his forehead against mine and let out a low curse.
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