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the mattress creaked under seojun as he drove his hips forward, sharp and unforgiving.
the omega beneath him was moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, clawing at the sheets like it mattered.
omega male
harder, alpha—f*ck, don’t stop
the omega begged, voice high-pitched, slick soaking the sheets.
seojun’s jaw clenched. he gave it to him harder, pounding him into the bed, but there was nothing behind it.
his body was moving, his cock buried deep in the omega’s tight heat, but his mind wasn’t here.
he grunted, sweat dripping down his temple, eyes unfocused. every thrust only brought him back to that moment in the elevator.
that fleeting second when a scent hit him like lightning; peaches and mangoes. that omega.
omega male
ah, you feel so good…so full
the one beneath him whimpered, tightening around his length on purpose.
seojun’s lip curled. he wasn’t good. this omega wasn’t even close.
he bent down, close to the omega’s ear, voice low and gravelly.
SEOJUN
you think you smell good, don’t you?
the omega whined, nodding
omega male
i’m perfect for you, mr. han—i’ll take your knot, i’ll have your babies—
SEOJUN
seojun snapped, slamming into him hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.
the omega gasped, nails dragging down his back, desperate for approval, but seojun’s chest felt hollow.
his co*k was buried in slick heat, everything his body should crave, yet he was barely holding onto his arousal.
he thought of that other omega again—the way his scent cut through the crowded elevator, pure and intoxicating. it wasn’t diluted by expensive perfumes or desperation.
it was natural, raw, overwhelming.
seojun’s thrusts slowed. his breathing grew heavier, but not from pleasure.
frustration clawed at him, deep.
omega male
what’s wrong, mr. han?
the omega beneath him whined, arching up to press their bottom tighter against his hips.
omega male
fill me up, please
seojun pulled out abruptly, cock glistening, slick dripping onto the sheets. the omega cried out at the sudden emptiness, reaching for him.
he wiped a hand over his face, disgusted. not at the omega, but at himself. his body wasn’t listening to him
SEOJUN
you’re not it, leave
seojun muttered, standing up, grabbing his discarded shirt off the floor.
the omega pushed up onto his elbows, pouty, confused.
omega male
what do you mean? you didn’t even–
seojun cut him off, buttoning his cuffs with sharp movements.
the omega stared at him, dumbfounded.
his voice was cold, final.
the omega huffed, grabbing his clothes and storming out, muttering about wasted time.
when the door slammed shut, seojun sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at his still-hard co*k, unsatisfied.
he should’ve come. he should’ve felt relief.
but all he could smell in his head was that one omega’s scent, burned into his lungs.
he hissed under his breath
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