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he almost dismisses all of the notifications. each profile seems worse than the last; surfersanfran69 has nuts that look inflamed and his knot looks like a week old sad birthday balloon, the scrabble grab bag nickname nightmare is giving scam with all of his green screen tropical backgrounds, and the final guy looks like someone’s hot dad, but it’s just that, he’s someone’s dad, and hyunjin doesn’t feel like spending his saturday night with some rutted up desperate alpha humping his leg, begging him to say, no, you were a good dad actually, and i’ll visit more often. he can’t imagine a worse way to spend his time.
but he didn’t spend so much time getting the perfect blond again just to stay in his apartment, and felix is off doing whatever it is that he does now that he’s all happy and newly mated with the rest of their shared happy, mated friends, so his options are limited. his options are especially limited since felix is headed to his dad’s place the second changbin lets him out of his sweaty gym bro clutches and their new apartment.
he taps through the requests again and decides to go with the least evil of the three; he might be someone’s weirdly yoked dad, but it’s cb78’s lucky day.
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cb78 has a preference for blonds, he wants soft clothing, preferably less feminine, no make up or body wash or perfumes, light jewelry, fully waxed; he doesn’t know why the guy went for him, because he’s sort of perfected the expensive, whiny omega stereotype as much as he hates it; when he especially hates it when people stare and touch and want things they can’t have or afford, but it’s a hell that pays well, so he gets over himself quickly by staring at his ever increasing bank balance.
he digs through all of this clothing until he finds an oversized cardigan he stole from felix forever ago; when he looks in the mirror after getting dressed, he barely recognizes himself; he smiles, it warps into a grimace at his appearance; it’ll do.
he calls a driver and reminds himself to send felix a pin for his location the second the driver pulls up to the house; the car winds through neighborhood after neighborhood of identical houses.
it’s nice, if dreadfully suburban, it reminds him of the type of place he always wanted to grow up in, because it seemed more like the movies where families liked each other than an apartment full of glass and maids and sterile, mechanical alpha types who made more money than they knew what to do with.
he shakes his head, tucking his hair awkwardly behind his ears, he wanted to pull it back, but the request wanted it down and messy; windblown, like the guy was writing a romance novel instead of hiring a sex worker for his rut.
the car stops in front of a house; hyunjin waves goodbye to the driver and grabs his bag, shutting the door a little too softly so he has to try again, face flushing; he’s normally smoother than this, he thinks, but something about this entire night feels off or weird; he shakes it off, though, because there’s no point.
when he knocks on the door, he realizes it’s not locked, rather, it’s cracked, and the rapping of his knuckles against the glass pane pushes it open; he steps inside and shuts the door behind himself, stepping into the huge foyer and jumping when the alarm goes off, a robotic voice screeching; front door open.
the entire house is clouded with and covered in the strong scent of jasmine and ginger, and something like vanilla that smacks him in the face; it smells too soft to be an alpha scent, but the intensity doesn’t lie, it’s all alpha; it makes his mouth fill with spit.
he makes his way deeper into the house, calling out with a soft hello; he feels like he’s walked into a horror movie, and he goes to turn around and leave, heart beating fast in his throat, because he is not final girl material, he’s too much of a slut, he thinks, when he runs into a solid chest; and oh.
he’s more handsome in person, is the thing hyunjin thinks, rather stupidly, clearly faced with the man who is going to kill him and or human centipede him to put an end to his tragic existence; shorter than he expected, greying at the temples; he’s got laugh lines, and a joyful looking face, even if right now, there’s no smile and an intensity behind his eyes that spikes up every bit of you are nothing but a prey animal anxiety that hyunjin has, that he knows is making his scent go haywire.
he tries to calm himself down, but he can all but hear felix’s cackling voice in his head; only you would smell like fresh baked cookies when you’re upset, while patting his head and calling him a lil sad baby bakery, like hyunjin couldn’t beat his ass. he wouldn’t, but he knows he’s capable. probably.
his scent spikes again during his mental tangent, he’s sure of it, because now he’s being sniffed and backed against a wall; he drops his bag and stumbles back.
“i’m—you called for a—” he trips over his words, he has a script he normally uses for these things, but the words are eluding him the longer the man, the alpha, hovers over him, cornering him until his head is pressing against the awkward edge of a framed picture.
“you’re perfect.” he’s heard that before, but something about that felt like a threat and not a compliment.
“well, i don’t know what—if you’ve ever—” he trails off, the words are going in one ear and out the other; he forgets to introduce himself at all, while the man laughs at him, not unkindly, but still making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“kneel down.” it’s a gentle command, and one that he listens to immediately; he shouldn’t, not before they’ve figured anything out, but there’s something making him have self preservation for the first time in his life, so the stranger asks him to kneel, and he kneels, cramped against the wall and sitting on his haunches, closing his eyes and waiting.
the scent intensifies immediately, with a spiced clove edge to the vanilla he smelled earlier. his face and neck get scented heavily, hands at first, wrist dancing over his neck, smudging scent everywhere, and then; he feels soft, velvet skin against his face, leaving a sticky trail. he thinks that’s it, until he feels the stranger rutting against his hair, nails scraping over his scalp to hold him in place.
all at once, it’s like the pressure in the room releases, and he can breathe again, less nervous; settled, even, he didn’t even realize his hackles were so raised until they aren’t; he opens his eyes and takes the calloused hand that helps him up and pulls him close.
“did that help?” he nods, shaky and unsure of what he’s gotten himself into in the name of paying rent.
“i’m more out of control than i would normally be, and i’m sorry that i frightened you, i am, i just—this one has hit a little bit harder than i’ve had to deal with in years, and your scent just set me off. i’m sorry.” he sounds like he means it, so hyunjin just nods, even though he’s sure he’s all flushed and puffy and nervous.
“what—what’s your name?” he feels stupid asking it for some reason, but he needs to know; he needs to remember this is a person and not a monster.
“chan, you can call me chan, if you’d like,” he pauses, and his eyes glow red, enough to make hyunjin go still, bowing his head, in a desperately submissive gesture, but he feels two calloused fingers underneath his chin, tipping his head up until their eyes meet, “but i’d rather you called me alpha.”
it’s an intimate ask, too intimate of an ask for the fact that they’ve just met, but he’s deciding to let it go, because there’s a lot of money on the line if he just keeps his mouth shut and lets it happen. he does this so his friends will stop staring at his wrists or making that this is so quaint face every time they visit his apartment; he knows they try not to judge, but he used to be rich too, and they are judging him, constantly, he knows it; he doesn’t also need to owe them when they all volunteer to help with rent when they realize how bad it is.
chan steers him to a living room, and pulls out an expensive bottle of wine, once hyunjin is seated at the countertop, on a bar stool, staring into the depths of the house, he indulges in his nosiness; looking around, he notices that it’s nice, too nice, for one person to live in; there’s little touches like there used to be a family here; there’s expensive art on every wall, and a series of family pictures with a young boy and a woman, with a long braid and a bright smile; all of the furniture is modern but still cozy; there’s sliding doors that head out to a nice pool shining bright blue light over the huge backyard.
he wonders how chan ended up in this family home all alone; if his kid or kids have moved out and on, if he was ever mated; there’s no bite on his neck, which is curious, because there’s clearly another scent in the home, even if hyunjin can’t make it out from how strongly chan is projecting. every inch of the room they are in is cloaked in his scent, and it doesn’t seem like he’s interested in showing hyunjin too much of the house while he’s here.
“can i ask why you reached out through the app? i don’t think i’m your type, this isn’t what i usually do.” he thinks it’s better to be honest about these things, mainly because it feels so low brow to pretend it’s anything other than what it is; at the very least, it’s a good idea to get this out of the way while chan is still lucid.
“you look just like—” he pauses, looking a bit sad or guilty or something that hyunjin is just nosy enough to want to get to the bottom of, compelled by how haunted he seems, “there’s someone that i imprinted on, and i can’t and shouldn’t do anything about that, so it’s made my ruts really difficult, and the only thing that helps is just—”
“finding someone who looks just like them, hence the instructions. got it. um, is there anything else you want me to do?”
he looks startled by the ask, and while he ponders, hyunjin is so tempted to tie his hair back, but thinks better of it when chan tucks some of the loose strands behind his ear, stepping close behind hyunjin on the kitchen stool, almost trapping him against the counter top.
“just. if you could be sweet and soft, that’s it. that’s the thing i love about him the most. and it’s,” his scent goes a little sour, and hyunjin almost leans away from the way it tickles when chan inhales against the back of his neck, breathing him in, “you almost smell just like him, it’s unreal.”
“do you want to know my real name or is there something else you’d like to call me?” it’s the question he always asks, just to know who he’s supposed to be during these nights.
“no—no names, and i just—” hyunjin fills in the blanks just from the quiet shame in his voice; lonely single guy, huge house with a missing family, asked for soft clothing and little to no jewelry, dropped and scented him the second he came in the door; these types always want the same thing, he thinks a little meanly; no wonder he doesn’t visit you, you fucking creep.
he sighs, bringing chan’s arms up over his waist, leaning back into his solid weight; his scent goes soft and rounded, sugary sweet with a bit of cinnamon; he smiles, turning and nuzzling against chan’s chest, faking at sleepy and docile, channeling felix as much as he can, because that’s the softest, sweetest person he knows.
“will you carry me to bed, alpha? i’m tired.” he’s never felt more awake, but he bats his lashes and chan melts, smiling at him softly, like there’s a fantasy he’s disappeared into; something he’s thought about more nights than he hasn’t, with the way his scent goes haywire; he picks hyunjin up in a bridal carry; he wraps his arms around chan’s neck, going as loose and soft and sleepy as he can.
“c’mere, let alpha take care of you, baby.”
he’s not taken into a bedroom; instead, chan deposits him in a bathroom, leaning him against a counter and starting a shower; he carefully undresses hyunjin, folding his clothes up before starting the shower; when there’s steam billowing everywhere, pouring out of the shower into the bathroom, he strips down and wrangles hyunjin into the shower with him; he doesn’t even bother keeping his eyes to himself.
he’s muscular, with a single jagged scar over the side of his stomach, like he’s had surgery at some point; he’s got a tattoo of a sunflower; he’s wearing a necklace with half a jagged heart, and then his eyes drop down even more; he’s big, really big, and even without his knot, he’s huge, big enough that hyunjin is already thinking about the hours long hot bath he’s going to have to take to recover from this; he’s realizing why nobody buys that he just does pilates a lot when he pops up again sore and sated after a long weekend.
he lets chan wash him with a cloth; he’s gentle, rubbing over hyunjin’s skin with the cloth, getting soap everywhere before rinsing him off; when he gently runs the cloth between hyunjin’s legs, both of them shiver; he’s not dripping slick yet, but he’s almost there, feeling his stomach go tight and hot at the touch.
when they are done with the shower, chan towels both of them dry, before instructing him to kneel again; this time the scenting is more thorough; all over his damp hair and neck, over his face; dragging across his mouth; he’s given a shirt, giant and faded and black, for a color run; ufh aggies running against scent gland cancer; with giant splotches of color all over it; it barely comes down to the middle of his thighs; chan puts on a simple pair of grey sweats.
hyunjin takes the hand offered to him, and leans against chan; suddenly the sleepiness isn’t so fake, just the natural result of being scented so heavily he’s almost dropping again, feeling hazy and cloudy; it’s easier to just give in to it. he doesn’t just smell marked, he smells claimed, and it’s doing things to his head, making him feel things he shouldn’t when he’s working.
the bedroom chan takes him to is plain, a guest room, maybe, which he gets, because he’s a stranger, and while chan is so deep into his rut, no amount of fantasy will make him less of an intruder in this space, even as much as chan has scented him.
the sheets and the comforter are white; there’s one of those standard dentist office paintings over the headboard and a giant television facing the bed; the curtains are gauzy and thin, with the light of the pool coming through casting blue light until chan flips the switch on the dimmer, sending a hazy yellow light over the room from behind the giant headboard.
chan folds the comforter back, until the top sheet is exposed; he steps back, shoving his sweats down. hyunjin waits next to the bed, feeling every bit as naked as he is underneath the shirt he’s been given. the second chan lays him on the bed, hovering over him, he spreads his legs, wrapping them around chan’s waist; the shirt he’s been given rides up, over his hips; chan is looking at him like he wants to devour him, and it’s making his head hurt; whoever it is that he’s seeing every time his eyes glance over hyunjin’s body, he almost feels sorry for the guy; whatever fantasy he’s living up to, it’s a pressure over his skin that makes every insecure voice light up at once; i’m not what you want, i’m a lie.
when he spreads his legs, chan lets out a breath that turns into a low growl, eyes flashing, before he shakes his head, face going red with shame.
“i can’t—the first time, i’ve been holding back so much that i can’t, i need—” he gets it, and it’s not the first time it’s happened, taking so long getting to the point that there’s no room for anything except to get to the point; he’s wet enough now, that it won’t be easy with how big chan is, but it won’t be painful; he spreads himself open with two fingers; he’s covered in slick; when he rubs over his clit, chan stares at his fingers, entranced, eyes flickering red, watching as he spreads himself open again, strings of slick stretching between his folds.
“it’s fine,” he can’t watch as chan lines himself up, rubbing against slick skin, groaning at the feeling of it; at first, it’s just the pressure of the thick head of his cock against where hyunjin is so sensitive that makes him go a little lightheaded, but then he’s pushing in even further, like he’s just barely able to slow down enough, like there’s still some part of him that wants to be able to try and be gentle, but the second he’s fully inside, deep and pressing against everything, sending sparks down hyunjin’s nerves, he loses it, burying his face in hyunjin’s neck, pulling his hips up, and driving into him so hard it makes him slide up the mattress a little, the blankets rucking up underneath his back.
his brain feels like he stuck a fork in a toaster; sparks of electricity flying; his mouth fills with spit and his skin is covered in goosebumps but he’s sweating all over, hot, too hot, in this borrowed shirt, pretending to be someone else.
there’s a place he goes to, every time this happens, when his brain clocks out and his body is doing all of the work; he’s too sensitive to pheromones for anything but this to happen every time, but this is the worst it’s ever been; every growl and press of teeth to his neck has him dropping more and more, getting wetter and wetter, until all he can do is just spread his legs and take it, floating in this nest of sheets, head rolling against the pillow.
he whines when chan pulls out, rolling him onto his stomach and tugging his hips back until he can get even deeper inside, each thrust more powerful than the last; it’s embarrassing, but hyunjin is flat out drooling all over the pillow underneath his head and down his forearm, mouth open on a silent scream.
when he feels the bulge of chan’s knot pressing against his hole, he blacks out.
he wakes up, curled close, his back against chan’s broad chest, just on his side. the entire room is flooded with their combined scents; he only barely resists taking a deep breath; it’s rare that he’s so scent compatible with a client, he tries to enjoy it when he can, but this is something else, and it’s making his mouth water; he’s dripping so much slick and come he’s surprised he didn’t wake up in a puddle.; he feels chan press a soft kiss to the back of his neck, lifting his leg up, just enough to rub against where he’s still so swollen and sensitive.
“are you—are you sore, do you need anything?” the words are choked out and barely focused; he’s still mindlessly rutting, the tip of his cock catching and pressing and rubbing right where hyunjin is leaking slick, spreading it around and making him even messier; he presses half inside but pulls back again, like he didn’t even mean to.
“it’s fine, i know you can’t hold back, it’s fine.” it means enough that he even tried, when he’s clearly half out of his mind with rut.
“i don’t want to hurt—” his speech falters and his clumsy rutting picks up even faster, “baby, i don’t want to hurt you.”
hyunjin drops his hips back the second chan ruts up again, and hyunjin can feel him still trying to hold back.
he tangles their fingers together, digging his nails into chan’s forearm with his other hand, wrapped up tight in his arms; he’s operating on a hunch, but he’s sure that it’ll work.
“dad, it’s fine, you need this and it’s fine—” the words are clumsy and slurred, but they land; he feels something between them snap; chan is all force and no gentle, hazy comfort to be found, every time he pulls his hips back and then thrusts until his cock is so deep inside hyunjin can feel every inch against every sensitive spot he has, a deep, dirty grind, the wet sound of their bodies coming together getting louder and louder.
he’s so wet it’s dripping down the backs of his thighs and smudging where they are pressed together, making it that much louder every time their bodies connect; he can feel chan’s knot growing bigger and bigger; when he shoves in, with one final, desperate thrust as he comes.
the second hyunjin feels it, deep and wet and so messy, dripping out of his body around where the knot is pressing inside him, it’s like light bursts behind his eyelids and everything turns to a single point of sensation and sound; he’s not sure what noise he makes, but it’s surely loud and embarrassing, as his eyes roll back and his body gives up, spraying a mess of slick and come; he tries, he tries so hard, but his eyelids feel like he has anchors attached to his lashes, and he blacks out again.
he comes to in a bathtub, brain swimming from that dropped fog, in a different, nicer bathroom than earlier, curled on top of chan’s chest, under bubbles and water.
his scent is still strong, but not as bad as it was; it’s nicer, now with a soft citrus that wasn’t there before, it almost reminds him of felix, and his weirdly expensive body wash; he turns his face into the soft skin underneath it, chan runs a gentle hand over his hair.
“do you feel okay?” hyunjin nods, and he’s rewarded with a soft smile.
“how did you know?” chan’s voice is small, and unsure.
he almost lies, but it feels like an unkind thing to do, so he doesn’t.
“i always know,” he attempts to sit up so the water isn’t awkwardly hitting his chin, but his limbs aren’t cooperating; chan laughs at him when he collapses back into his chest, sending up a cloud of bubbles.
“that’s beautifully vague, but really, i don’t—i don’t want him to know, if there’s something that gave it away, i don’t want—”
it’s noble, for something so horrible; he wonders how it happened; it’s rare, a vestigial curse, as one of his professors said; you wouldn’t want to wish this on your worst enemy, because people have died from less.
“the way you asked me to dress, the way you talked to me, the way you scented me when i showed up, it’s nothing he’d know unless you hired him to sleep with you.” it’s mean, but chan laughs.
“i wouldn’t touch him. this isn’t—most of the time it’s not even a problem.”
“and the rest of the time?”
“i want him so badly it makes me want to die.” he runs a careful hand over hyunjin’s hair, dipping down over his neck, and his collarbone, “you smell like him, you look like him, you even talked like him, it’s uncanny. it’s never, nothing has ever broken my rut like this before—” he pauses, voice going small, “sorry, i know it’s disgusting. i know he’d be horrified if he knew. how can you even love someone capable of this?”
in another world, he’d almost feel impressed with himself, but something about that was just too sad for him to feel anything but overwhelming grief, even though most of him feels like chan doesn’t deserve the sympathy.
“i’m sure he loves you just as much as you love him.”
from the corner of his eye, hyunjin sees chan shake his head, face going a grim, mouth turned down at the corners.
“i hope to g-d he doesn’t.”