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Park Jinyoung is unlike any other alpha. Ever since he presented, he was told that something was wrong with his hormones. His doctor explained that his condition was extremely rare, something they had never encountered before Jinyoung. Park Jinyoung is an alpha who is immune to omega and beta scents but is weak to the scent of other alphas. When we say "weak," it means that for some reason, his body reacts like an omega’s to other alpha pheromones, even though he can barely smell them. To put it simply, he’s an alpha with an omega’s body and a beta’s senses. At first, his parents repeatedly checked to see if there had been a mix-up with Jinyoung’s laboratory tests. They wondered if their son was actually supposed to be an omega or even a beta. However, all the tests clearly confirmed that Jinyoung was, without a doubt, an alpha. He ended up depending on medication to manage his condition while trying to find a proper treatment. The problem with his hormones turned Jinyoung into a truly feral alpha. He suffered from anger management issues because of it and ended up hurting himself in an attempt to avoid harming others around him. Determined to take control of his condition, he joined an intelligence agency when he turned 20, hoping that their harsh training program could help him. The rigorous training did manage to resolve some of his issues, helping him stabilize his mind to an extent, but there were still times when it backfired. Because, at the end of the day, his hormones were still there. For Jinyoung, rut is pure hell. Although he sometimes sleeps around, having one-night stands with people he meets at bars, it doesn’t mean anything to him. During normal days, sleeping around doesn’t help at all, but he keeps trying because, at the very least, it allows him to forget some of his problems while he’s high. However, when rut hits, sleeping with an omega or beta doesn’t help or calm him in the slightest. Even when he hires people to accompany him during these difficult times, most of them end up running away because of how terrifying he becomes. On the other hand, the scent of other alphas only drives him into a frenzy of anger. Jinyoung ends up fighting other alphas, and once, he almost killed someone because of it. He can’t find anyone strong enough to help him deal with the burning desire inside of him. Being a highly trained special agent, no one is truly capable of matching his strength. Now, Jinyoung has given up on finding a partner altogether. Jinyoung was 23 when he joined WINTER HEPTAGON. The agency wanted him to be part of a brand-new special unit designed to handle difficult tasks and cases. Jinyoung didn’t mind; honestly, he preferred working alone because it was easier to avoid involving anyone else in such a dangerous line of work. As a con artist and trickster, his role was to blend in seamlessly, gather information, or eliminate his enemies. He was used to jumping from team to team, never staying in one place for too long. And now, the agency wanted him to commit himself to a special team? Jinyoung figured the team probably wouldn’t last long, so he agreed. The team consists of a few names that feel familiar to him. One of them is Lim Jaebeom.Lim Jaebeom was someone quite famous within the agency. A highly capable special agent despite his young age, Jaebeom was few months older than Jinyoung, but Jinyoung had heard that the man had started his career unusually early and been around longer than a lot of young agents. Stories of how incredible the other alpha was circulated often, two or three of which had reached Jinyoung’s ears but he’d never worked with the guy and wasn’t entirely sure about the hype. What Jinyoung did know, however, was that Jaebeom was a very strong alpha. He was one of the champions of the annual friendly fighting matches held at the agency, an event Jinyoung always skipped because it didn’t interest him. But now, Jaebeom was the head of the special unit, and Jinyoung would be working under him alongside two other alphas, two omegas, and one beta. Working with Jaebeom was hard. Jinyoung had never met anyone with a bigger god complex than Lim Jaebeom, and he constantly found himself in awful fights with the man. When both of them clashed as alphas, no one dared to intervene. Jackson and Yugyeom would rather stay far away from the chaos, as Jinyoung’s sharp tongue combined with Jaebeom’s strength are lethal combinations that no one dares to face. Their fights always devolved into a battle of words and mind games between the two until one of them finally gave in, which was usually Lim Jaebeom.But work was work. They stayed professional, even though their relationship was terrible. Jinyoung hated Jaebeom, and Jaebeom didn’t care what Jinyoung thought of him. When a job needed to be done, they got it done. They’re a perfect partner when it need to be.Until one day, it was Jinyoung’s rut again. Jinyoung wasn’t feeling well when he returned from a mission, and he knew his rut was near. Usually, he would ask Youngjae for the medicine that helped soothe his raging hormones, but Youngjae was currently on a mission and wouldn’t be back until next week. Youngjae had also been insisting that Jinyoung should try to endure his rut without meds, despite Jinyoung constantly begging for them. Jinyoung already knew that Youngjae would eventually cut him off completely because he’d been abusing the supply. He was relieved that no one else was in the dorm at the moment. Since the dorm was much closer than his own place, he decided to lie down on the cold floor, hoping it would help calm his burning skin. But his relief was short-lived when he saw Jaebeom walking down the hallway, judging him with his sharp gaze. Jaebeom’s strong pheromones lingered in the air, for some reason tickling Jinyoung’s nose. Jinyoung had always wondered why he could smell Jaebeom’s scent so clearly all the time like it never left him. When he asked others, they said Jaebeom’s scent wasn’t particularly strong even for Mark and Bambam, both omegas, didn’t find it bothersome. To them, Jaebeom’s scent was just fine. It wasn’t like Jaebeom’s pheromones were bad. If Jinyoung could put his pride aside for a moment, he’d admit that Jaebeom’s pheromones were unlike those of other alphas. They were calming and pleasant. Jaebeom’s scent never bothered him at all. From his scent alone, you could tell Jaebeom was a good person. Among all the alphas in WINTER HEPTAGON, Jaebeom had the nicest scent. But Jinyoung hated him. Their personalities clashed completely. (Or at least, that’s what Jinyoung wanted to believe.) He didn’t even realize he’d been daydreaming for a moment about the other guy who’s staring at him. "What are you doing?" Jinyoung couldn’t hide his embarrassment as he saw Jaebeom towering over him while he was sprawled on the floor. “Haaah. You don’t need to know, hyung. Just ignore me.” “How can I ignore it? You’re blocking the way, and… your pheromones are stinking up the whole dorm. What did I tell you about being careful with your pheromones? I know you have medical records about it, but that doesn’t excuse you from carelessly—” “Yadayadayada. You’re so noisy, Agent Lim Jaebeom. Shut up. I know, okay? I’m trying my best. It’s just that my rut is approaching, so could you be a little nice? My hell of a time is coming.” Jinyoung whined, his anger creeping in along with the onset of his rut. He punched the floor, frustration etched all over his face, as he struggled to get up. He glared at Jaebeom, who stood firm above him. “I understand. Just… go to your room. Don’t wander around here.” “Fine, then. I’ll move, boss,” Jinyoung spat, pressing his body against Jaebeom’s as he pushed past him, still glaring sharply. He bumped his shoulder hard against Jaebeom’s, his irritation flaring even more. Without looking back, Jinyoung stormed off to his room on the second floor, slamming the door loudly enough for Jaebeom to hear. Jaebeom sighed, pulling out his phone. He quickly texted the other members, advising them to stay away from the dorm for the sake of their sanity. Jinyoung’s angry pheromones were everywhere, and Jaebeom knew he had to do something about it. Youngjae had already told him that Jinyoung used to rely on medicine to manage his rut, but the agency had ordered him to stop because it was affecting his performance and health. Despite being a capable agent, Jinyoung often fell sick due to overusing the medication. The agency preferred to let him endure the rut naturally rather than forcefully suppress it. As the head of their team, Jaebeom knew it was his responsibility to find a way to help Jinyoung. Only if the younger is willing. Jinyoung felt hot all over his body. He probably should have showered before collapsing onto his bed, but he didn’t have the patience that day. As soon as he entered his room, he quickly stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes, leaving himself completely bare. A pleased groan escaped his lips as the cold air from the air conditioner washed over his exposed skin. He let himself fall onto the bed, burying his face into the pillow while his hand instinctively moved to touch his aching length. A satisfied moan slipped out—he’d been waiting to relieve himself since the rut had started creeping up on him earlier that day. When he turned his head to breathe and opened his eyes, he caught sight of a framed picture of him and the other WINTER HEPTAGON members on his desk. His gaze fixed on the head of their team, Lim Jaebeom. Jinyoung licked and bit his lips, staring harder at the photo, still annoyed by their earlier encounter in the living room. His hand moved faster around his throbbing length as his mind involuntarily wandered to thoughts of the other man. Jinyoung knew how good Jaebeom’s scent was. He remembered it clearly. Jinyoung hated alpha scents more than anything. Even with Jackson and Yugyeom, who had been working with him for a while, he sometimes found their scents overwhelming—too strong, stinging his sensitive nose. He still wasn’t used to it and worried he never would be because of his condition. But they were good people, people Jinyoung wanted to keep close, so he tried his best to manage his discomfort. Then there was Lim Jaebeom. Jaebeom’s case was different. His pheromones were always calming, pleasant—even to Jinyoung’s overly sensitive nose. Never too strong, never too weak. It lulled Jinyoung’s mind into fantasies he couldn’t quite shake, fantasies he found himself constantly chasing.
Jaebeom hyung.
He’s so annoying. Why does he always have to order me around? Such a bossy bastard. Jinyoung’s body stiffened, his eyes locked onto Jaebeom’s face in the picture. He found himself on all fours on the bed, his knees supporting his weight, his ass in the air as he worked through the first wave of his rut. It was an uncomfortable position, but he was too consumed by his need to care.
Jaebeom hyung.
If only he weren’t so annoying, Jinyoung wouldn’t mind letting the man touch him right now. Jaebeom’s big, warm hands on his cold skin would feel perfect. Maybe if it were Lim Jaebeom, the man would be strong enough to handle him. Jinyoung shook his head, trying to brush the fantasy away. No, he didn’t have any feelings for the older man.If he were being honest, Jinyoung had been fantasizing about his fellow team members ever since their yearly "scent bond" during last New Year’s holiday. Everyone had been drunk. Youngjae had told him it would be healthier if Jinyoung stopped sleeping around and started sleeping with someone from their team if he wanted (though Youngjae hadn’t been in his right mind when he said that). Then drunken Bambam chimed in, telling everyone Jaebeom was really good in bed, and Mark laughed, agreeing though it was causing chaos afterwards.Did Jaebeom sleep with everyone?Lim Jaebeom had only smirked. Jinyoung reached for the frame on his desk and turned it face down so he wouldn’t have to think about his team anymore, especially Lim Jaebeom. "Fuck Jaebeom," he muttered. Jinyoung’s hand returned to his length, fingers moving faster this time. Each motion was careful, his fingers massaging his sensitive cock that twitched with every stroke. Each touch brought him closer to the edge. He wasn’t usually this weak, but the rut was driving him mad. Delaying it had only worsened the intensity, and even something as simple as a handjob might make him come. Still, Jinyoung held back, stroking his length more and more until it was fully hard, red, and swollen. He knew his body well, he knew exactly where to touch to feel good. Of course, it would feel better if someone else did the work while he just enjoyed it, but there was no way he could invite anyone to the dorm. This rut, like so many before it, would be another hell he’d have to endure alone. He pumped his cock faster, using all his strength, his body drenched in sweat as his breathing grew shorter. "Ohh, ahh, sh…" he whined, his length pressing against his stomach and the cold sheet beneath him. His body jerked as his grip tightened, trying to hold back from coming too soon. Precum dripped from the tip, and Jinyoung trembled as he swiped his thumb across the head, spreading it down his shaft before resuming his strokes. Warmth spread through his lower stomach as he teased himself, pushing himself closer to the edge and then pulling back, driving himself crazy. Jinyoung let out loud moans and groans, no longer holding back. He was glad their rooms in the dorm were soundproof and scent-proof. No one would hear or smell anything, and most of the team respected each other’s privacy. (Except Bambam, who was always nosy, but he wasn’t here right now.) Jinyoung released his grip on his cock, veins bulging along its length, red and sensitive. He looked down at himself before rolling onto his back, hands roaming over his naked skin. His cock, swollen and waiting, twitched as his knot began to form, making him hazy. His sight blurred slightly as he tried to focus on the ceiling, telling himself he could still handle it for now. But deep down, Jinyoung knew this rut would only get worse as time passed. It had been far too long since he’d allowed himself to go through a rut naturally. His cock throbbed painfully, feeling as though it might explode if he continued holding back. The ache, the sensitivity, the way his entire body felt like it was on fire, all of it was feel too much, yet somehow pleasurable. But as much as he wanted to prolong the feeling and knowing well being on the edge feel so good, he knew he needed to finish himself off soon. When he's about to touch himself again, his phone suddenly rang. Jinyoung groans, who the fuck calling him at this kind of hour? instead of picking it up, he throws his phone to the floor but he accidentally accepts it and puts it on speaker mode.Jinyoung close his eyes, trying to get comfortable on his bed while carefully wrapping his both hands around the base of his cock once again and when he's about to start moving his hands to reach his high, a familiar voice can be heard."Agent PJY? Park jinyoung?" Jaebeom's deep voice coming from the speaker.Jinyoung's eyes snapped open, his fingers gripping his cock tightly in shock, sending a jolt of stimulation through his body. His back arched slightly, and he couldn't stop himself from coming hard into his hands. "Fu…fuck—JAEBEOM—ahh… arghh..." Jinyoung moaned loudly, helplessly, and pathetically, Jaebeom's name escaping his lips unintentionally as cum spilled from his cock. His hands trembled, his body shivering from the intensity. His mouth hung open, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as he hit his climax, despite not intending to. His release coated his stomach and continued dripping as he lay there, spent. "Ahhh… ahh... ahhh, shit..." Jinyoung gasped breathlessly, body trembling in pleasure, his cries fading as he tried to steady himself. But as the bliss of his climax began to died down, embarrassment crashed over him. Despite the incredible orgasm he had just experienced from all the edging and sudden shock, the realization that Jaebeom's voice was the one that made his stomach twist is horrific to him. And then Jaebeom spoke again, his voice coming through the phone, a stark reminder that he’d been listening the entire time when Jinyoung reached his high. "Oh, so you're still busy. I thought you were done with your first wave." Jinyoung didn’t respond. "I just wanted to tell you that your dinner is ready. You can warm the soup on the stove, and I’ll be in my office." There was a long pause before Jaebeom added, "Just in case you need me to help you." Still, Jinyoung said nothing, too overwhelmed and gone to reply. "I’ll hang up then. Enjoy yourself," Jaebeom concluded. If Jinyoung heard correctly, Jaebeom’s voice seemed deeper than usual. The call ended, and Jinyoung wanted to scream in frustration and shame, but he was far too exhausted. Instead, the conartist let himself drift off, his body relaxing as his rut calmed, at least for the moment. It was morning when Jinyoung woke up, and if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, it was 6 a.m. He quickly got out of bed, feeling sticky and utterly disgusted with himself. The rut still simmered beneath the surface, but for now, it had calmed down. Jinyoung knew it would hit him again soon if he let his guard down. He headed to his personal bathroom to clean himself up, drying off before pulling on a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, something easy to remove if necessary. Taking his time, he also changed his bedsheets. After last night, the mess had left his bed uncomfortable, and it wasn’t even the first full day of his rut. Jinyoung wanted to blame everything on Lim Jaebeom. His phone lay on the floor, its screen cracked from when he’d thrown it. Grinding his teeth, Jinyoung thought back to the events of the night before as he picked it up. He wondered if Jaebeom had called on purpose to mess with him during his rut. On top of that, it was beyond embarrassing that he’d climaxed and moaned Jaebeom’s name. Jinyoung smacked his palm against his face, unable to think about what Jaebeom might think of him now or worse, what the others would think if they knew. But Jinyoung was Park Jinyoung, he wasn’t about to let it bother him. His stomach grumbled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since the previous night. Leaving his room, Jinyoung noticed the hallway was eerily quiet. There was no trace of anyone, and no random noises echoed through the dorm. However, he could hear the sound of a TV playing downstairs. Walking cautiously, as if trying not to be noticed, Jinyoung made his way toward the kitchen. Then he paused, wondering why he was tiptoeing in his own dorm. Rolling his eyes, he straightened up and walked normally. As he passed the living room, he spotted Jaebeom asleep on the couch, the TV still on. Jinyoung moving his gaze, mumbling under his breath about how annoying the man was. Still, his hunger took priority, so he quickly fixed himself some breakfast. Although he tried to ignore Jaebeom’s presence, his eyes kept drifting back to the sleeping alpha. Plate in hand, Jinyoung sat at the dining table, facing the living room so he could see Jaebeom from afar. His brain wouldn’t stop analyzing the man as he silently chewed his food. Ah, this food is Jaebeom’s cooking too. It tastes good.Jinyoung thought, unconsciously praising him. Then, he mentally cursed on himself, telling himself to stop thinking about the man. After finishing his meal, Jinyoung grabbed a pack of Yakult and made his way over to where Jaebeom was sleeping. The older man looked completely out of it, sprawled on the couch. Jinyoung figured Jaebeom was such a heavy sleeper that even a fire alarm, a siren, or an earthquake wouldn’t wake him. Taking advantage of the situation, Jinyoung decided to speak his mind. "You think you’re something, huh? Don’t be too proud just because I called out your name.”“It was a mistake because you called me! You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You’re just as nasty as Bambam or Yugyeom, hiding behind that perfect little personality of yours.”“Tch. Bossy bastard." Finishing his Yakult, Jinyoung raised both middle fingers in front of Jaebeom’s face. "Fuck Lim Jaebeom! I’m not scared of you!" The next second, Jaebeom, who had been listening to Jinyoung’s complaints all along while already waking up from his sleep, decided to grab the younger man’s hands and pull him closer. Jinyoung didn’t have time to react as Jaebeom pulled him down, making him fall onto his chest while landing on his thigh. Jaebeom then wrapped his arm tightly around Jinyoung’s waist, locking him in place. Jinyoung froze in shock unable to move from that position. "Agent PJY, you should be mindful of your words," Jaebeom said, his voice low and calm as hos gaze staring at the other, sharp and dark. "Also, always keep your guard up. How can you not anticipate a move like that if you’re supposed to be such a capable agent?" "Ah, let me go, you fucker!" Jinyoung growled, squirming in Jaebeom’s grip. He tugged on Jaebeom’s hair and tried to push himself away, but the older man only pulled him closer. The proximity brought Jinyoung face-to-face with Jaebeom’s intoxicating scent. The rich pheromones hit him hard, making him shiver as his body froze in place once again unable to fight the way he want to be. That scent. Jinyoung remembered how overpowering it could be, how just a few whiffs could drive him insane and become someone he wish not to. "Shit! Lim Jaebeom! Let me go," Jinyoung mumbled, almost whining, but his body betrayed him. His face instinctively moved closer to Jaebeom’s neck, drawn to the addictive smell of liquor and roses that quickly filling in his whole sense.Jaebeom’s scent. He need to scent more."Then stop pulling my hair, will you?" Jaebeom replied still so calm despite the mess, trying to take Jinyoung’s hands away. When Jaebeom grabbed the younger man’s wrists, Jinyoung was already too busy burying his nose in Jaebeom’s neck. Jaebeom let out a quiet sigh and stayed still, allowing Jinyoung to smelling him more and taking more of his scent and pheromones. A moment later, Jinyoung snapped back to his senses, pulling away abruptly and stepping back in horror. Did he just… sniff Jaebeom like some horny loser? "Yah! You can’t do this! I’m not in my right mind! I’m in rut, damn it! Don’t play dirty tricks on me!" "I didn’t even do anything," Jaebeom responded, rubbing his neck where Jinyoung’s nose and lips been hotly wanders. "You did! You tricked me into smelling your scent! You spread your pheromones like this on purpose to mess with me! You—" Jaebeom sighed again, standing up to face Jinyoung. Their eyes were almost level as the older man spoke. "Listen to me, Agent PJY, no, Park Jinyoung. The only reason I’m here is to help you. Nothing else." "I don’t need help…" "Just listen." There was an aura of authority around Jaebeom that immediately silenced Jinyoung. Even as Alpha, Jinyoung know that Jaebeom is stronger alpha than he is.Jaebeom explained that the other WINTER HEPTAGON members had agreed to stay away from the dorm until Jinyoung’s rut was over, knowing it would make him uncomfortable. He also relayed a message from Youngjae, who had urged Jinyoung to stop relying on medicine to suppress his hormones, warning it could make him sick. Jaebeom added that, with Youngjae absent, he had volunteered to stay and help Jinyoung through his rut. "You’ll what?" Jinyoung’s voice rose in disbelief. "I’ll take care of you, so you don’t have to worry." "I don’t need it! You’re not my dad, and I don’t need your huge cock sticking to my ass to feel better about my rut!" "What…" "I’m not bottoming for you! I don’t need it, even if my rut feels like hell! I don’t need you!" Jaebeom chuckled, shaking his head. "I never said anything about that. By ‘taking care of you,’ I mean cooking your meals, delaying your work if needed, or letting you scent me if that helps with your hormones. That’s it." Jinyoung’s face turned scarlet as he realized Jaebeom wasn’t suggesting anything sexual. "Who said I want to smell you?" Jinyoung grumbled. "I mean, you clearly prefer my scent than Jackson or Yugyeom. It was obvious.” "I don’t!" "Fine. But if you need more than what I’m offering, just say it." Jinyoung’s face burned as he yanked at Jaebeom’s shirt, muttering curses under his breath. The end up fighting, pulling and pushing each other and it escalated so quick that they fell back onto the couch, Jinyoung’s hands trying to choke Jaebeom while Jaebeom tugged at his hair. Both growled like wild animals, the tension thick in the air. When Jaebeom bit Jinyoung’s hand, his teeth grazing the younger man’s skin, something snapped. Jinyoung’s rut hit him like a wave, his body trembling as his instincts took over. He pulled Jaebeom hard, pinning him beneath him, his body shaking with need. The tight grip getting loose and Jinyoung’s sharp gaze slightly fading.Jaebeom instantly understood what was happening. The rush of pheromones in the air was undeniable. Wrapping his arms around Jinyoung, he murmured softly, "It’s okay. I’ll hold you until you calm down." Jaebeom let out calming pheromones, and Jinyoung, despite his earlier protests, melted into his arms. "Shit… shh… I don’t need your pheromones… I need… I don’t…" Jinyoung cursed breathlessly. Jaebeom’s scent was intoxicating, making Jinyoung grow hard in his shorts. After an internal battle with his pride, Jinyoung finally gave in, clutching Jaebeom tightly. He pushed him down further onto the couch, sitting on his lap and nuzzling closer, drawn to the source of that heavenly scent. For the first time, Jinyoung admitted to himself that he didn’t hate Jaebeom, maybe just his scent. In fact, he was addicted to Jaebeom’s scent, drunk on the combination of wine and roses that deliciously clounded his brain, a fragrance that pulled him in like no other. As he pressed himself closer, Jinyoung’s face flushed deeply, overwhelmed by both embarrassment and the overwhelming effect Jaebeom’s pheromones had on him. "Jinyoung-ah…" "Shut up!" "What can I do to help?" "Just… shut your mouth," Jinyoung growled, biting his lip as he rolled his hips slightly, seeking friction. Jaebeom, sensing the desperation, leaned closer and inhaled Jinyoung’s pheromones. The younger man almost moaned his name but fought to suppress the sound with every shred of self-control he had left. "Hah, the living room will be filled with my scent and yours now. You can’t even do anything about it," Jinyoung said, trying to sound cocky, but it was a mistake. Jaebeom laughed. "Then I’ll make it worse." Jaebeom moved his hand, mapping Jinyoung’s body slowly downward, his palm cupping Jinyoung's growing length. The man gave him a squeeze, enough to draw a moan from Jinyoung. Jinyoung buried his face into Jaebeom’s neck, muffling his moans as Jaebeom pulled his cock out of his shorts, wrapping his fingers around it and starting to work on him. Jaebeom's fingers felt amazing around Jinyoung’s aching cock. It was so different from doing it alone. His big hand wrapped firmly around the base, giving him a delicious squeeze that made Jinyoung shudder. "Oooohhh," Jinyoung groaned. "You like that, Jinyoung-ah?" Jaebeom’s whispered words sent electricity down Jinyoung’s spine and straight to his rock-hard length. He clenched his fists in Jaebeom’s clothes, the fabric straining under the pressure. Jaebeom’s fingers moved slowly and steadily, taking his time to ensure Jinyoung reacted to every touch. He relished how he could feel Jinyoung’s cock throbbing painfully in his palm. Jinyoung, still trying to fight the feeling, cursed at Jaebeom, which only made the older man want to turn him into a complete mess. Jaebeom’s fingers moved faster, and when he gave the head of Jinyoung's cock a firm squeeze, Jinyoung reached his climax, spilling himself all over their clothes. But it wasn’t enough. Jinyoung's rut hit him full force. His eyes turned reddish, and his grip on Jaebeom tightened, the primal need to take and claim overwhelming him. He kept nosing at Jaebeom’s scent gland, desperate to taste more, to eliminate any remaining space between their bodies. Jaebeom, sensing the shift, tugged Jinyoung’s hair harshly, pulling him away from his neck. They locked eyes. Jinyoung laughed, his mouth open and hungry, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The air was thick with angered lust, heavy, unfriendly, and intoxicatingly tempting. As their gazes met, Jaebeom saw nothing but raw desire in Jinyoung’s eyes. He grabbed the younger man’s nape and kissed him hard. They bit at each other’s lips, the taste of blood blend together with their saliva in their mouths as they fought for dominance. Jaebeom pinned Jinyoung on the couch, their heated make-out session intensifying. Jinyoung tried to tear Jaebeom’s clothes, but Jaebeom stopped him. "Fuck! What’s the matter?" Jinyoung groaned impatiently. "We should move to your room," Jaebeom said, annoyingly calm, which only irritated Jinyoung more. "Ugh, why? The living room already smells like this! Fuck it!" Jinyoung tried to strip Jaebeom again, but the older alpha grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. "There might be a little omega curious about our alpha business here," Jaebeom said, glancing at the CCTV camera in the upper corner of the living room he know Bambam put in their dorm.—Jaebeom threw Jinyoung onto his bed, and Jinyoung quickly stripped himself as Jaebeom did the same. Jaebeom crawled on top of Jinyoung, and before Jinyoung could protest, he kissed him again, soft and careful this time. Jaebeom ran his hands over Jinyoung's body with care, Jinyoung was very slim and light for an alpha but also packed, and Jaebeom had been wondering how it felt to touch his smooth, pale skin."Don't touch me like you love me, fuck. I'm not going to break," Jinyoung snarled. "I'm a fucking alpha." He bit Jaebeom before they broke their kiss.Jaebeom's eyes darkened. "Turn around then.""Huh? Why?" There was no explanation from Jaebeom as he easily flipped the smaller alpha to lie on his stomach. Jinyoung wanted to say something, but he was blocked as Jaebeom pushed his face into the pillow harshly. Jinyoung tried to fight back, but when he attempted to move his face, Jaebeom shoved three of his fingers straight into Jinyoung's mouth, causing him to choke on his own breath."Lick.""Bossy bastard!" Jinyoung bit Jaebeom's fingers, but when he did, Jaebeom smacked his ass hard, making him open his mouth wider. Jinyoung let out pathetic moans as Jaebeom choked him with his fingers until he drooled. While still struggling, Jinyoung's tongue swept across Jaebeom's fingers, making them wet evenly. The expression on his face was enough to make Jaebeom feel excited.Despite his hot temper and behaviour, Jaebeom always think that Jinyoung was pretty, even prettier than an omega or beta. Woman or men. Jinyoung is on top of the list of prettiest thing in the world. Since the first time Jaebeom saw Jinyoung's documents and data that Mark had gathered for him during the WINTER HEPTAGON recruitment, Jaebeom had been checking Jinyoung out a lot. Although the other alpha took it negatively, thinking that Jaebeom looked down on him, which was completely wrong, Lim Jaebeom secretly enjoyed seeing Jinyoung get worked up. The irritated expressions he made and how his pheromones changed when they fought piqued Jaebeom's interest in every single aspect of Park Jinyoung.The rivalry between them didn’t really concern him, he never take it seriously although Jinyoung do pushing his buttons a lot, but he secretly enjoyed it a lot. No one else able to make Lim Jaebeom lost his cool but Park Jinyoung.Jaebeom started to finger Jinyoung, trying to make the younger alpha loosen up down there. It felt strange, no one had ever really touched Jinyoung there before, but Jaebeom seemed to know exactly where to touch to make Jinyoung feel good. One finger slid smoothly between Jinyoung's tight walls. Jaebeom checked Jinyoung's reaction, but he knew that Jinyoung could take more than this. When Jaebeom added another finger and moves his fingers massage the tight walls sucking his fingers in, Jinyoung started to moan and groan under his breath."Fuck! It hurts!" "Should I take it out?""Don't you dare!"Jaebeom smiled and began to move his fingers inside Jinyoung more. His long fingers easily found the younger alpha's sensitive part, and when he hit and press that spot, Jinyoung let out another long moan. Jaebeom seized the chance to add another finger, flexing his fingers skillfully.The pleasure that Jinyoung felt made him realize he was cumming on his stomach again."Ah, you're that sensitive," Jaebeom mumbles low, satistifed with what he has done to Jinyoung.Jinyoung, who heard that, took it as an insult. His anger rose again as he regained his strength, and Jaebeom pulled his fingers out. They fought on the bed, the sheets were a mess. Jinyoung tried to get Jaebeom under him, and he flipped Jaebeom, pinning him down for a brief moment before punching him in the face. Jaebeom stopped him from throwing another punch, and Jinyoung finally saw emotions on Jaebeom's face, as well as how his pheromones grew stronger, clashing in the air alongside his own.Jinyoung was sitting right on top of Jaebeom's growing erection. He could feel how big the other man was under his briefs, his knot and all, making Jinyoung shiver. Jaebeom switched their positions again harshly, pinning Jinyoung's body to the bed while slotting his hard dick between Jinyoung's ass, pressing it hard enough for Jinyoung to feel it. The heat between them made Jinyoung's dick hard again, and when Jaebeom moved his dick against him, Jinyoung growled."Tell me you need me. Tell me that you want me to fuck you hard, Jinyoung-ah.""Fuck you, fuck you, Lim Jaebeom.""You just need to say yes. Be a good boy, and I'll give you what you want.""I don't need you. I don’t—" but his ass kept rolling back toward where Jaebeom's cock hung. Jinyoung lifted his ass for Jaebeom, who quickly took a condom from Jinyoung's drawer as if he knew exactly where Jinyoung had put it. He poured lubricant from the package onto Jinyoung's ass to make things wetter before he grasped Jinyoung's hips in a swift move, pushing the head of his cock slowly into Jinyoung's entrance."Hurry the fuck up!""Such an impatient brat."With that command, Jaebeom slammed his cock into Jinyoung harshly, knocking the air out of Jinyoung's chest as Jaebeom’s cock went deep inside him. Jinyoung couldn’t move, all his focus was on where Jaebeom had entered him.Jaebeom fucked him hard, filling Jinyoung completely. Jinyoung groaned loudly, moaning curses as Jaebeom’s cock hit him hard each time, drool and tears dripped, his body shook in pleasure. Jaebeom went deep with no mercy, making Jinyoung's whole body feel every thrust, every nerve tensed, and he could actually feel the pain when their skin smacked against each other.However, the pleasure he received blew his mind.Jaebeom panted and grunted as he moved, thrusting into Jinyoung's tight hole. He tugged at Jinyoung's hair and watched how Jinyoung drowned in his own pleasure, throwing all his pride out of the window. Jaebeom felt proud and lucky, and that gave him the encouragement to go harder as Jinyoung was asking for it.Jinyoung made a face he had never made before. He was drunk, his head full of Jaebeom's pheromones, ones he hated yet loved the most. His ass bounced back to Jaebeom, and even with some hard thrusts, Jinyoung came again, this time harder than before. He couldn't help but scream Jaebeom's name before he passed out.It was the first time he had passed out during sex. Before his brain completely shut down, he cursed himself.Park Jinyoung was completely defeated.