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Saheon hears footsteps outside his room, and it makes him sweat. He's on alert because he's in his dorm, a safe place in Baekilmong where no one should be entering. Baekilmong's security was no joke, with guards in and out of the building protecting their assets.
So why does he feel the presence of another person in the dorm?
He lifts himself off of the mattress, warily grabbing his hypno-pen with the thought of taking out whoever entered. Saheon may be feeble to most, but that's because Soleum was around to make him fear for his life.
Taking hold of his terrified emotions, Saheon cracks open his door. He sniffs the air, trying to smell pheromones that can tell him more about the infiltrator.
He peeks out and finds that the hallway is empty. The bedroom door across from him is shut tight, as always. Saheon hasn't been assigned a new roommate since Soleum went MIA.
Saheon's happy about living alone because now he can suffer through his heats without knowing a psychopath's in the next room over.
Stepping out of his room, he clicks the pen in hopes of activating it as soon as the intruder is in front of him. Saheon can fight back, but he doesn't want to file an incident report if he's being honest, so he would rather just make the person leave without causing more disruption.
Barefooted, Saheon travels down the hallway into the living area. The doors are all closed, untouched. He assumes that whoever he heard out here is still walking around, snooping the shelves for high-value items.
Keeping his ears open, Saheon ventures further, and settles his eye on the kitchen. It's empty, but the fridge door is partially open, a small crack of light coming through the gaps. It's a confirmation that there is an intruder in his dorm, that Saheon's not imagining it.
He turns toward the living area, and that's when he feels a hand gripping his neck. It comes from out of nowhere. Saheon immediately jerks away, but the hand is strong.
Even as Saheon presses the pen, the person behind him doesn't stop. What a fuck-ass item, not working when Saehon needs it most.
Saheon's forced to the ground, caught and grounded—scruffed. He feels as if his wings are clipped, like he's falling down to earth, through its crust, and punted into hell.
He's never been put in this position, forced to obey physically. His sister frowned down upon omegas being treated like this, like they were lesser than anyone else.
Scruffing isn't a nice thing, no matter what alpha propaganda says. It's not a method that makes omegas feel safer. It just makes their body disobey them, making them incapable of moving.
With the hand on his gland, and a massive amount of alpha pheromones being thrust at him, he has nowhere to go. He struggles, but it's all futile. He can't get up even if he wants to.
Saheon whines—he can't help it—as pheromones fill the air while he's scruffed. Pheromones that aren't his fill the room like fog. His scent gland is greedily sucking it up, turning redder and throbbing as the alpha scent plunges him into oblivion.
His body relaxes against the gloved hand as his mind fights harder than ever before.
"Who the fuck—" Saheon glares up to the dark ceiling, at the hazy figure that edges closer to him, "—are you?"
He can't move; he's physically immobile. Every instinct in him tells him to just lie there and take it. He can barely twitch a finger, let alone escape from the hold.
He tries to click his hypno-pen to activate it, but it fell out of his hand during the struggle. It's rolled just a meter to his left, almost under the couch, caught on the leg.
The alpha above him grips Saheon's neck harsher. The leather of his gloves digs into the meat of his nape. Saheon cries out again, more of a scream of pain than a plea to stop.
It hurts, this inhumane way of being dealt with. He tries to fight it, but none of his limbs obey. He lies in a puddle on the floor as the alpha kneels down, one knee on the floorboards and the other planted at the bottom of Saheon's back.
A deep voice eventually speaks, and it sounds eerily similar, like Saheon should know who this is. "We're an omega in this world?"
A bout of fear zaps down his spine, crackling harder than lightning. Saheon's foot twitches, but the alpha doesn't care. He grinds his knee harshly against Saheon's back and grins as Saheon lets out a pathetic groan of pain.
"I never imagined myself as an omega," the alpha says with clear interest in his voice. All curiosity and pleasure, no pain or fear.
The alpha is the opposite of Saheon, and that terrifies him not just a little, but a lot, because the last person who was like that was Soleum.
The gloved hand on his neck relieves pressure, but only because Saheon is already caught in a spider web, stuck to the ground with no escape. Two fingers then trace across Saheon's scent gland, a mystified noise escaping the alpha's throat.
"Unclaimed, hmm?" That voice, it's so similar to Saheon's, but it's also different—there's a rasp to it, as if he's smoked for years and hasn't bothered to take a regeneration potion.
"Don't—" Saheon takes a breath and regrets it because it only causes his mind to feel cloudy. "Don't touch it," he begs, voice so soft it's a whisper.
The fingers tap on Saheon's skin, ignoring his words, and the alpha lets out a long, skeptical hum. One of the alpha's eyes is covered, akin to Saheon's. An eye patch that matches his leather gloves.
Saheon withers, sweat dripping down his face, tears accumulating in his eyes. He's breathing in dominating pheromones that are causing his stomach to flutter. Why? he wants to scream at his body. Why!?
His body is reacting with want and intrigue. He's never been so embarrassed before—he's never felt so turned on, either. Not even when Soleum pressed him against counters and threatened to take his other eye.
Saheon is weak in this position. The alpha came here for a reason, and Saheon needs to make it out of here alive. He thinks of a plan, and as his body twinges in thought, he realizes it's not going to be hard to pull off.
Feeling the smallest bit of power over his body return, he grinds his hips against the floor. The alpha doesn't stop him. In fact, the pressure on his back relieves, and Saheon's able to press against the floor better.
He's wet, he can feel it—he can smell it, too, the scent of a rotting orchard, apples stretching across a hill, each tree too filled with fruit to be picked in time.
Slick accumulates, spreading along his thighs, rich and heavy, thick in the air. He's pants heaving breaths across the floor, feeling hot and stuffy. Being confined doesn't feel nice.
If this intruder came here, there had to be a reason. Maybe Saheon can convince the alpha to leave peacefully for a taste of what's in the air.
He lets out a pitiful noise, one of want and need, and the alpha above him just laughs. It's not the reaction Saheon was going for. There's a dry yet hysterical tone to the alpha's chuckle, like he can't believe what's happening.
"Fuck, you're a slut, aren't you?" His voice is raspier, darker, verging between hatred and disgust.
The alpha—and Saheon is trying to pretend that he doesn't notice how they look like mirror versions of each other—wraps an arm across his torso and forcefully lifts Saheon's ass to the air. Saheon doesn't know why until the man smacks him, laughing as Saheon squirms, rubbing against the hand that hit him, praying for more friction.
When the alpha flips up Saheon's shirt, and pinches his waist, Saheon feels so present in the moment. It's intense, a feeling he's never experienced before, not even when he messed around with himself at night under the covers.
His head dangles, drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth. He wants it; he needs it. He can practically feel it already; an alpha with such a pungent scent must have a bulging cock.
He's on the cusp of begging to be filled when the alpha's hand shifts across his skin. The leather presses on his stomach, soft and gentle, tracing circles before pushing his palm against it.
"You look just like her," the alpha says, voice taking on a forced calm. The tone is unsettling, sparking small quivers of fear to ripple down Saheon's legs. "You smell like her, too."
Saheon's stomach churns, but the butterflies remain. He knows who the alpha is speaking of. Their sister—it is okay to call her theirs?—was a beta who had a soft scent like freshly baked cherry pie that would rest out on a windowsill as it cooled.
Saheon's is similar, but more like apples frozen to the branches, left in the orchard because they weren't picked before winter set in. His scent isn't as warm, but the alpha doesn't seem to mind.
"Ahh, haah." He moans as the alpha's hand trails down his stomach, stopping for only a split second before tugging at his trousers. "More, there," he says nonsensically, "more, right there."
Saheon lets out shredded gasps as the cool air hits him, shocking his system, causing him to curl up and hide.
The alpha doesn't touch Saheon's cock, going straight to the wetness between his legs instead. Saheon's forearms stretch against the ground, muscles growing taunt. He pushes his body into the air, but the alpha stops him from trying to be given something that hasn't been allowed.
"Wait for me," the alpha says dismissively.
His actions turn mean, more violent and nonchalant. He forces Saheon's legs apart, spreading open his knees, slick dripping down his thighs and threatening to fall onto the ground. Saheon looks down between his legs, face burning.
He has never considered he'd be in this position, about to be finger-fucked by an alpha who looks like him.
"Steady," the man says, and it's the only warning Saheon receives.
His leather-clad fingers don't tease—they push without mercy. They thrust right in, not rubbing across the walls of his vulva or tracing his clit. The two fingers go straight in, not even curling, just jabs. It hurts, the way he's protruded.
Saheon screams silently, thrashing, as his mouth hangs open with no sound escaping.
Saheon always thought his first time would be gentle. He's waited to find the right guy for it. Yeongeun had offered to be his heat partner once, but Saheon didn't want their relationship to be weird afterward, so he declined.
He regrets that as the alpha brutally thrusts his fingers in and out. He starts to curl them, but it's out of necessity, not manners. If he wants to go deeper, then he has to curl them. It's a must if he wants to mess Saheon up further, deeper.
"Pl– Please—!" His knees send pangs of pain to his brain, but his cunt is greedily sopping up what it can get.
The alpha's pheromones have lessened, yet he leaks steadily, sloshes and squelches filling the room up like a symphony through the repeated thrusts of fingers.
Saheon's arms tremble against the ground, and the alpha lets out a rumbling hum, content with the progress he's made. Saheon is being molded and sculpted by the alpha, and he knows exactly what it's for.
The fingers in him stop thrusting. Instead, they remain in his cunt, deep and moving. They press and prod inside him thoughtfully, not trying to inflict either pain or pleasure. It's like the alpha is preparing him for more.
"Nghh, ah, ahh," he releases, eyes rolling in the back of his head, basically begging for more than what he's given. "I'll be good, just give it to me."
"Do you deserve it?" the alpha asks, right next to his ear.
Saheon bobs his head, tears streaking down his face as the fingers in him continue to only twitch, no thrusts helping him get off.
"Please," he says after a long moment, two green eyes meeting in the dark.
When the sound of a zipper enters his ears, Saheon knows what's about to happen, and he whines. It's not one of hesitance or fear—he needs this, he needs it right now. He needs that cock in him, buried so deeply that when the knot takes, the alpha can't escape for at least half an hour, more if he's lucky.
The alpha shifts, and finally, his fingers slip out of Saheon. It's a true promise of more.
Saheon hates the emptiness, but he's practically panting as he excitedly awaits being filled up with something more substantial. He wishes he could blame his reactions on a heat, but he can't. He's just fucked in the head.
Saheon nearly falls to the ground, and would have, if the alpha didn't keep his hips lifted in the air as he fucked in, one thrust violently forcing in all the way with a single pivot.
His hair is a mess, tangled and sweaty, as he slides across the ground from the pressure behind the thrust. The alpha doesn't stop; he doesn't even think to pause.
He stays on his knees, watches the way Saheon's cunt expands for his mass, red and gleaming, folds sucking him in more, before pulling out. It's a sight that the alpha never imagined seeing, his own body used in this way, and he thrusts in again so that he's able to watch it over and over.
Saheon lets out a cacophony of noises; they litter the air. "Ngh, hahh, please, more– I need more— Give me all of it."
His cock is neglected so that the alpha can get off instead, using Saheon's cunt like a cocksleeve, thrusting in and out with abandon. It's cruel but perfect, hitting all the spots that Saheon didn't know existed.
The glide is rough, not smooth at all. Saheon enjoys it like this, stretched and made into something utterly new, something he never imagined he'd be. He is wide and open, but filled by an alpha who fits him so well.
The alpha's scent has turned from dominating to pleased, and that only causes Saheon to create more slick, his inner omega so, so happy to make the alpha behind him enjoy this experience.
When the alpha slows, Saheon makes a small noise, one that isn't fear but isn't good either.
He looks up at the alpha, and a dazed green eye looks back down at him. Saheon rocks his hips, wondering if he's not doing enough, but he's greeted with slower, but longer, thrusts in return.
It hits deeper, all of the alpha's strength pushing him further, rooting his cock inside. The tip of it catches on Saheon's clit when it slips out, and Saheon's cock sputters instantly, white dripping onto the floor.
"Hah, hah– ahh– ahhh—"
The alpha doesn't stop as Saheon's body shakes, and Saheon doesn't ask him to.
He's pushed face-first into the ground, every move of the alpha harsher. Saheon doesn't know how his body is morphing into shape, if it's a good thing or if it's normal. He cries out loudly, both in pain and in pleasure, in this thrilling feeling that causes his muscles to practically vibrate everywhere the alpha's skin touches him.
The movements get desperate for a minute, rough and faster, no longer paced or slow. Saheon doesn't know why until the alpha buries in deeply, and stays, the back of Saheon's thighs practically glued to the alpha's legs, balls slapping against Saheon's cunt.
He grips Saheon around the stomach, and presses and presses, not stopping until he feels the nudge of his cock. Saheon can't breathe—he's too full, on the brink of it being too much. Yet, it's nice, too.
He catches his breath, still high on adrenaline and want. His body wants to move, to continue fucking, while his mind is humbled.
He's light-headed from the way it feels to be fucked so mercilessly. His limbs are jelly, not cooperating at all, even after the effects of the scruff from earlier have faded.
He feels the knot forming, and a small purr builds in his throat. The alpha doesn't seem to mind it, or at least, he doesn't reject it.
The alpha makes no sound as he lies over Saheon, their bodies forming together. He simply sets his chin in the nook between Saheon's shoulder and neck, and licks a patch of salt-soaked skin.
Saheon breathes in and out, his heartbeat thudding rapidly. His pulse is high as the alpha laps at his skin. His throat vibrates, quelled and filled, safe in these arms.
He is comfortable in this position, the pain of being on the floor floating in the back of his mind now that a knot is stretching him wide, plugging him full. Saheon is happy like this, pressed to the floor, the alpha's musk flooding his every sense.
His eyes fall closed, and eventually he falls asleep against the cold ground, a small, low hum never stopping even as he dozes off.
When he wakes, he's in bed alone. His pajamas have been changed
The only signs of there ever being a visitor is the cum seeping out of him, dripping out sluggishly.
After he washes up, Saheon goes to the living room, feeling oddly refreshed after a night of being fucked in a horrible position. The floor is clean, wiped away of any evidence of what occurred.
Saheon then goes to find his hypno-pen, but it's not by the couch's leg. He can't find it at all; it's gone.