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Kim Soleum sat at his desk, absorbed in his laptop, wearing a thin white shirt that clung to his lean frame. Baek Saheon stood in the doorway watching him, something desperate and raw clawing at his chest, tearing through his ribs with every shallow breath.
He crossed the room without thinking—hands landing on Kim Soleum's shoulders and spinning the chair around in one fluid motion.
"What the—" Kim Soleum's eyes went wide, genuinely startled as Baek Saheon crowded into his space, blocking out the light.
"Noona," Baek Saheon breathed, leaning in to press his face against the curve of Kim Soleum's neck, inhaling deeply.
Kim Soleum went completely still. "What did you just—"
"Please." Baek Saheon's grip tightened on the chair's armrests, caging Kim Soleum in; his knuckles had gone white with the force of holding himself back, of not simply taking what he needed. "Please, noona, I need—"
"Baek Saheon—"
But Baek Saheon was already pulling him up from the chair, walking him backward with determined steps; Kim Soleum stumbled, off-balance, and his back hit the mattress with Baek Saheon following him down, covering him completely.
"Ah—" Kim Soleum tried to twist away, but the movement only made Baek Saheon press closer, pinning him more firmly against the sheets.
"I'm hungry," Baek Saheon said, already pushing up Kim Soleum's shirt with shaking hands, exposing pale skin inch by inch. "Noona, I'm so hungry."
"Stop—nnh—" Kim Soleum's voice pitched higher, alarmed; he tried to squirm out from under Baek Saheon's weight, hips jerking reflexively.
The struggling only made it worse—every twist of Kim Soleum's body rubbed against Baek Saheon in ways that sent heat straight to his groin, made his vision blur at the edges. He groaned, hips pressing down to pin the omega more securely, to feel every desperate movement beneath him.
Baek Saheon's mouth found Kim Soleum's chest, kissing frantically, trailing wet heat across his sternum before closing around one nipple; he sucked hard, then harder, teeth scraping the sensitive bud until Kim Soleum's whole body went rigid.
"Ah—oh—"
He bit down—not gently, not carefully—and Kim Soleum arched beneath him, a punched-out sound escaping his throat that went straight to Baek Saheon's cock. He worked the peaked flesh between his teeth, laving it with his tongue, then sucking again with bruising intensity; he was relentless, ferocious, pulling back only to switch to the other side and begin the process again—bite, suck, lave, repeat until both nipples were swollen and red and thoroughly claimed.
Kim Soleum was making sounds now—helpless little "hnngh"s and breathless "oh"s that he couldn't seem to control; his hands had stopped pushing and started clutching instead, fingers twisted in Baek Saheon's hair, not quite pulling him away but not pulling him closer either, just holding on.
Baek Saheon pulled back just enough to blow cool air across the abused buds, watching them pebble further, darkening to an even deeper red; then he was back, teeth closing around the left one again, worrying it until Kim Soleum was trembling.
"Please—" The word broke from Kim Soleum's lips, barely coherent.
But Baek Saheon wasn't done—wouldn't be done until they were sore and bruised and marked, until Kim Soleum would feel this for days; he switched sides again, sucking the right nipple into his mouth with deliberate pressure, tongue working circles around it while his teeth provided just enough pain to make Kim Soleum's hips cant upward, seeking friction.
"Ah—ah—hnngh—"
The omega was beyond words now, reduced to broken sounds and desperate movements; his body had gone from fighting to pleading, hips rolling with increasing urgency, trying to get Baek Saheon to move, to do something, to give him more.
But Baek Saheon held still—kept his hips pressed down firmly even as he continued his assault on Kim Soleum's chest, even as the omega writhed beneath him, overwhelmed and overstimulated and utterly desperate; he wanted Kim Soleum like this, needy and incoherent, past the point of caring about anything except getting what he needed.
Finally—finally—when Kim Soleum's nipples were swollen and tender and so thoroughly worked they'd turned a deep rose color, when the omega was making continuous whimpering sounds and his hips were canting up in a rhythm that had lost all pretense of control, Baek Saheon pulled back to look at his work.
"Please," Kim Soleum gasped, "please, just—move—"
Baek Saheon pulled back, dazed; there was something wild in his eyes now, something unmoored and desperate that made him look almost feral in the low light. "Noona," he whimpered into the side of Kim Soleum's neck, voice cracking on the word. "Noona, it hurts."
"Hnngh—" Kim Soleum's response was barely coherent, just a breathless sound.
"Can't you help me?" Baek Saheon's hands were already moving, already turning Kim Soleum over with surprising strength; the omega went, pliant and trembling, too overwhelmed to do more than let himself be repositioned. "Noona, can't you help me?"
Baek Saheon's fingers found the waistband of Kim Soleum's pants and started sliding them down—slowly at first, then faster when he saw the wet patch spreading across the fabric of his boxers, dark and telling; the scent that rose up made Baek Saheon's pupils dilate until his eyes were nearly black, made something purely instinctual take over.
Kim Soleum squirmed, tried to move—whether toward or away from the touch, even he didn't seem to know—but Baek Saheon was already pinning him down, one large hand splayed across the small of his back, holding him in place.
"Noona," Baek Saheon whined, and there was real anguish in his voice now, real need. "Didn't you say you would always help me?"
Kim Soleum could feel it then—the hard, insistent pressure of Baek Saheon's cock against his thigh, thick and demanding and big; god help him, it was big, the kind of size that came with being an alpha, the kind that would split him open and ruin him completely.
He was so fucked.
"Ah—oh god—" The words tumbled out broken and helpless.
Baek Saheon's hands were shaking as he pulled the boxers down, exposing slick-wet skin; he made a sound low in his throat—something between a growl and a whimper—and pressed closer, letting Kim Soleum feel every inch of what he was offering, what he was demanding.
"Please," Baek Saheon breathed against the nape of Kim Soleum's neck, hips grinding forward in shallow movements that promised everything and gave nothing. "Please, noona, I need—I need—"
Baek Saheon pulled himself free—the sound of his zipper loud in the quiet room, followed by the rustle of fabric as he shoved his pants down just enough; his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed dark, already leaking at the tip, and he wrapped one hand around himself with a shudder that ran through his entire body.
He positioned himself—pressed the head against Kim Soleum's entrance, against those slick-wet folds, and just held there, unmoving; the heat of it made him dizzy, made his hand tighten on Kim Soleum's hip hard enough to bruise, but he didn't push forward, didn't give either of them what they needed.
"Ah—oh—" Kim Soleum's hips jerked back automatically, seeking, but Baek Saheon moved with him, maintaining that maddening pressure without any relief.
"Say it," Baek Saheon breathed, dragging the head of his cock up through the slick, coating himself, then back down to press against Kim Soleum's rim—just barely, just enough to make the omega feel the stretch beginning before pulling away again. "Noona, I need you to say it."
"Hnngh—fuck—"
He did it again—pressed in just slightly, the tip breaching that tight ring of muscle for a fraction of a second before withdrawing completely; the tease was exquisite torture, was driving them both insane, but Baek Saheon held himself back with trembling restraint, waiting for what he needed to hear.
Kim Soleum was writhing now, trying to push back onto him, but Baek Saheon's grip on his hip was iron; he kept up the torturous rhythm—pressing in barely an inch, letting Kim Soleum feel the stretch and the burn and the promise of fullness, then pulling out again, leaving him empty and aching.
"Please—" The word finally broke from Kim Soleum's lips, wrecked and desperate. "Please, Baek Saheon, please—"
That was all Baek Saheon needed; he pushed forward in one long, devastating slide—buried himself to the hilt in that perfect, tight heat, and the sensation punched the air from his lungs. "Oh—fuck—noona—"
Kim Soleum was perfect—hot and tight and wet, clenching around him like a vice; the feeling was so intense it bordered on painful, so overwhelming that Baek Saheon had to pause, had to press his forehead between Kim Soleum's shoulder blades and just breathe because if he moved even an inch he was going to come immediately.
"Ah—ah—too much—" Kim Soleum's voice was strangled, his whole body drawn taut.
But it wasn't too much—it was exactly right; Baek Saheon could feel every flutter and clench, could feel Kim Soleum's body adjusting to the intrusion, opening up for him in ways that made his vision go white at the edges.
Baek Saheon started moving—pulled out halfway and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace that had Kim Soleum seeing stars; there was no gentleness now, no careful building, just raw need and desperate hunger that demanded to be satisfied immediately.
"Ah—ah—oh god—ah—" Kim Soleum couldn't form words anymore, could only make broken sounds that punched out of him with each thrust.
Baek Saheon was giggling—actually giggling—high and breathless and a little unhinged as he fucked into Kim Soleum's willing body. "Noona, I'm so happy," he gasped, leaning down to nuzzle into the curve of Kim Soleum's neck, lips finding the scent gland there; he licked a slow stripe over it, felt Kim Soleum go absolutely rigid beneath him.
"Don't—" The word came out terrified, because they both knew what could happen, what an alpha's bite there would mean.
But Baek Saheon just licked again, teeth grazing the sensitive skin without breaking it, teasing the possibility while his hips never stopped their relentless rhythm; then he was pulling back, turning Kim Soleum's face toward him and crushing their mouths together in a bruising kiss—all teeth and tongue and barely controlled violence.
He bit down on Kim Soleum's lower lip, hard enough to draw blood; the copper taste flooded his mouth and he groaned, licking into the wound, swallowing down the taste of his omega while his cock drove deeper, harder.
His hands found Kim Soleum's waist—wrapped around it completely, alpha-strong fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave marks that would last for days; he used the grip like a handle, pulling Kim Soleum back onto his cock with each forward thrust, controlling the angle, the depth, the pace.
Then his hand slid forward—pressed down on Kim Soleum's lower belly where it was visibly distended from his size, from how deep he was reaching; Baek Saheon could feel himself there, could feel the bulge his cock made, and he pressed down harder, making them both feel it.
"Noona," he giggled again, delirious and drunk on the sensation, on the power of it. "It looks like you're pregnant."
"Hnngh—oh—fuck—"
Baek Saheon's hips stuttered, then resumed their punishing rhythm; he kept his hand pressed there, kept feeling himself move inside Kim Soleum's body while his mind spun out into fantasy. "Does noona want my babies?" he asked, voice gone high and breathy with desperation. "Want me to fill you up? Keep you full?"
The obscenity of it—the impossible biology of it—didn't matter; nothing mattered except the heat and the friction and the way Kim Soleum was clenching around him, the way those broken sounds kept spilling from his lips like prayers.
Kim Soleum came with a broken cry—his whole body seizing up, clenching impossibly tight around Baek Saheon's cock as his orgasm tore through him; but Baek Saheon didn't stop, didn't even slow down, just kept fucking him through it with that same brutal, unrelenting pace.
"Ah—too much—can't—please—" Kim Soleum's voice was wrecked, barely recognizable.
But Baek Saheon was using him now—using him like a toy, like something made purely for his pleasure; his grip on Kim Soleum's waist tightened further, holding him in place even as the omega tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, tried to escape the overstimulation that was rapidly crossing from pleasure into something almost painful.
Tears gathered at the corners of Kim Soleum's eyes, spilling over to track down his flushed cheeks; he looked beautiful like this—absolutely destroyed, eyes glassy and unfocused, lips parted and swollen and still bleeding slightly from where Baek Saheon had bitten him. He tried to toss his head, tried to turn away, but Baek Saheon's weight pinned him completely, held him exactly where he was needed.
"Hnngh—oh god—Baek Saheon—please—"
The begging only spurred Baek Saheon on; he could feel his own orgasm building at the base of his spine, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust into Kim Soleum's abused body. His omega was so wet now—slick and come mixing together, making obscene sounds every time Baek Saheon pushed back in, every time he pulled nearly all the way out just to slam home again.
"Gonna fill you up," Baek Saheon panted, giggling breathlessly. "Gonna make you so full, noona."
"No—" Kim Soleum managed to gasp out, some last shred of rationality fighting through the haze. "Condom—no condom—ah—"
But the warning only made Baek Saheon fuck harder, deeper; the idea of it—of coming inside with nothing between them, of filling Kim Soleum with his seed, of maybe, possibly making it take—drove him absolutely wild. "Want you to have my babies," he groaned, pressing down again on that distended belly. "Want everyone to see, want everyone to know you're mine."
"Can't—oh fuck—ah—ah—"
Kim Soleum's body was still trembling from his first orgasm, oversensitive and overwhelmed; every nerve ending felt raw, felt like it was on fire, and Baek Saheon just kept going, kept taking what he wanted without mercy. The omega tried again to twist away, to get some relief from the relentless stimulation, but Baek Saheon's alpha strength made it impossible—he was completely trapped, completely at Baek Saheon's mercy, and there was no mercy to be found.
Baek Saheon's rhythm was becoming erratic now, losing its precision as his own climax approached; he buried his face in Kim Soleum's neck again, breathing in the scent of him—omega and slick and sex and his—and bit down on the muscle there, not the gland but close enough to make Kim Soleum scream.
"Noona—noona—fuck—"
He came with a shout, hips slamming forward one final time and staying there, buried as deep as he could possibly get; his cock pulsed, spilling hot inside Kim Soleum's body, filling him exactly like he'd promised, like he'd threatened. The sensation seemed to go on forever—wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, making his vision white out completely.
Beneath him, Kim Soleum had gone limp, reduced to nothing but weak trembling and quiet whimpers; tears still streaked his face, his whole body flushed and sweaty and thoroughly used. He looked perfect—looked ruined—and Baek Saheon wanted to keep him like this forever.
When the aftershocks finally subsided, Baek Saheon pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his come immediately started to leak out; without thinking, he gathered it on his fingers and pushed it back inside, stuffing Kim Soleum full again, making sure none of it went to waste.
"Hnngh—" Kim Soleum's protest was barely a sound, exhausted and worn out beyond words.
Baek Saheon's fingers worked carefully, thoroughly, pushing his seed as deep as it would go; he was smiling—that same unhinged, delirious smile—completely entranced by the sight of his omega like this, marked and claimed and bred. "So good, noona," he murmured. "So perfect for me."
Kim Soleum could barely move; his limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, his mind completely fogged over with exhaustion and the lingering echoes of too much pleasure. He just lay there, letting Baek Saheon do whatever he wanted, too spent to even consider fighting anymore.
But then he felt it—felt Baek Saheon's cock hardening again against his thigh, felt those strong hands gripping his waist once more; before he could process what was happening, Baek Saheon was pushing inside again, filling him in one smooth slide made easy by all the slick and come already there.
Kim Soleum's eyes went wide—genuinely shocked, genuinely terrified—because he had nothing left, couldn't possibly take anymore, and Baek Saheon was already starting to move.
"Again?" The word came out strangled, disbelieving.
Baek Saheon just giggled, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "Again, noona. As many times until it takes."