[⚠️ Warning]
This chapter contains explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics, and heat scenes.
Read at your own risk!
The shower kept running, warm steam filling the bathroom as Seo-jun leaned against the tiles, his breathing uneven. His whole body felt strange, burning, unsteady—he tried to hide it, but his pheromones betrayed him, seeping through the air in waves.
Do-hyun stood a few steps away, shirt half undone, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. His face was red, eyes locked on Seo-jun with a hunger he couldn't mask.
"Seo-jun…" his voice was low, almost hoarse. "Why are you acting like this? You're driving me crazy."
Seo-jun clenched his fists, refusing to meet his gaze. "S-Stay away from me. I'm not… I'm not well." His voice cracked, heat crawling under his skin.
Do-hyun stepped closer, cornering him against the wall, droplets of water sliding down Seo-jun's shirt and outlining his body. Do-hyun swallowed hard, fighting the urge to touch, yet unable to stop himself. He leaned in, pressing his palm against the tiles near Seo-jun's head.
"You… smell like…" He breathed in, trembling slightly. "There's no way you're just a beta."
Seo-jun's eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. "Don't… don't say that."
Do-hyun tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. "You're in heat, aren't you? You're an omega."
Seo-jun bit his lip hard, trying to hold back a whimper, his body betraying him with every breath. "I… I didn't want anyone to know."
For a moment, silence fell—except for the water dripping and their uneven breaths. Then Do-hyun's hand slid gently to Seo-jun's cheek, tilting his face up. His touch was surprisingly careful, despite the fire in his eyes.
"Seo-jun," he whispered, his lips brushing dangerously close, "don't fight it. Let me take care of you."
Seo-jun's heart pounded. He should push him away, tell him to stop. But when Do-hyun kissed him—deep, lingering, full of heat—Seo-jun's resistance faltered. His fingers, meant to shove him back, instead curled into Do-hyun's damp shirt.
Do-hyun deepened the kiss, pressing him softly into the wall, his voice breaking between breaths. "You taste like you're mine already."
Seo-jun gasped, torn between fear and the dizzying pull of his instincts. "I… hate you," he whispered weakly, though his trembling lips betrayed otherwise.
Do-hyun chuckled low against his mouth. "Then hate me all you want—because I'm not letting you go tonight."
In one swift, powerful motion, Do-hyun swept Seo-jun into his arms, carrying him from the steamy bathroom into the cooler air of the bedroom. He laid him down on the edge of the bed, his gaze dark with possessiveness and desire. Seo-jun looked up at him, his mind a haze of need and confusion. Why did I say I hate him? he thought desperately, even as his body arched toward Do-hyun's touch.
Do-hyun's hands were firm as they guided Seo-jun's legs apart, settling between them. The first press of his cock against Seo-jun's entrance was met with a sharp, pained gasp.
"It hurts—" Seo-jun cried out, his body tensing.
"Shhh, calm down," Do-hyun soothed, his voice rough but laced with unexpected care. He forced himself to still, reaching for the lubricant on the nightstand. With a slick, gentle hand, he prepared Seo-jun, smoothing the cool gel over his tight entrance and working it inside until the tension began to ease. "Relax."
When he pressed inside again, it was with a slow, controlled pressure that stole the breath from Seo-jun's lungs. A broken cry was torn from him as he was filled completely.
"Ahhh! Do-hyun…!"
The pain quickly began to morph into something else entirely—a deep, overwhelming pleasure that coiled in his stomach. Do-hyun wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as he began to move. "Ahh, boss… fuck me," Seo-jun heard himself moan, the words spilling out without his consent. "Ahh, fuck me harder!"
The plea shattered Do-hyun's control. He drove into Seo-jun faster, losing himself in the tight, wet heat, his rhythm becoming frantic and possessive.
"Hahh, boss, that's too fast," Seo-jun panted, his nails digging into Do-hyun's back. "Please, slow down…"
Do-hyun and Seo-jun were locked in a passionate kiss, their world narrowed down to just the two of them. Suddenly, a loud knocking echoed from the door.
They ignored it, their lips refusing to part. The knocking came again, more insistent this time. Seo-jun gently pushed against Do-hyun's chest, breaking the kiss.
"Someone's at the door," he whispered, his voice breathless.
"Do-hyun just shook his head, pulling him back. "Ignore it," he murmured before capturing Seo-jun's lips again, his hands roaming.
Just as the kiss deepened, the door swung open. A woman stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the scene. She let out a sharp gasp, the vase she was holding slipping from her fingers and shattering on the floor.
Do-hyun looked up with a dumbfounded expression. Seo-jun immediately hid his face in Do-hyun's shoulder, utterly mortified.
The woman's shock quickly turned to fury. She rushed forward, grabbing the nearest book and swatting Do-hyun with it. "You little bastard!" she yelled. "What are you doing, making out with this innocent guy!"
"Mom, please!" Do-hyun pleaded, shielding himself. "Can you give me a moment? He's in heat!"
The woman—Do-hyun's mother—froze. Her anger vanished, replaced by flustered understanding. "Oh! Oh, okay... I see," she stammered. She quickly backed out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Seo-jun kept his face hidden, his ears burning red with embarrassment. "Stop it," he mumbled into Do-hyun's shirt.
As Seo-jun finally sat up, he tried to regain his composure. "I... I'm feeling better now," he said, though his flushed face said otherwise.
Do-hyun wasn't convinced. A mischievous glint was in his eye as he reached out and gently grabbed Seo-jun through his pants. "My mom is waiting right outside that door. I should at least give you a blow job to finish what we started."
Before Seo-jun could protest, Do-hyun was on his knees, pulling down his waistband and taking him into his mouth.
"Ah! Hey, wait—" Seo-jun gasped, his hands flying to Do-hyun's hair. "N-no, you don't have to do it!"
But it was too late. Overwhelmed by the shock and the sensation, Seo-jun climaxed quickly, a low moan escaping his lips as his body shuddered.
Do-hyun pulled back with a surprised smirk. "That was fast. I didn't even suck that hard."