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-Beautiful Angel-
“I don’t think he is pregnant.”
Soonyoung spit the beer out of his mouth then choked as the remaining went the wrong way. “And what makes you think that.” Jihoon asked as he calmly patted the now hysterically coughing Soonyoung over his lap. Seungcheol shrugged as he took another gulp of his beer. “I don’t know. I mean he doesn’t act like it.” “Act like it?” Jihoon questioned again.
“You know how hormonal an Omega gets when they are pregnant. I still remember one time during your pregnancy you pulled out Soonyoung’s hair then later cried all day because you made him bald.” Jihoon grimaced, at the alcohol or at Seungcheol, one may never know as he pushed the mentioned Soonyoung off his lap.
“Maybe the hormones haven’t hit him yet.” Seungcheol sighed as he placed his head on the table. “I thought that too and I googled it. It told me that it’s supposed to hit in the first trimester or something. Hannie is on his 7 th week. I haven’t even heard him complaining, nor does he crave any weird food, he hasn’t even opened the jar of pickles I bought him. I thought one was supposed to like that during this time. Am I missing something? Or am I just bad at it? Maybe I am not trying-” “Hey Hyung. Calm down.” Soonyoung quickly interrupted him, slapping his back hard making him forget what he was about to say.
“Perhaps, he is just built different.” Soonyoung joked trying to lighten up the mood but it didn’t do any better to Seungcheol’s self-loathing. “Or maybe he does have it all but doesn’t trust me enough to tell.” “No Hyung. Hey none of that. We all know how much Jeonghan Hyung trusts you. Heck, you are the only one he trusts completely. If he murders someone, you’d be the first one to know.”
Jihoon chuckled as he pulled the hovering Soonyoung down. “That is oddly specific and I hate how it might come true. So, Hyung don’t fret over it too much. Pregnancy is different for everyone. Just talk with him. Maybe he is just too afraid to open up. Talk him out of it. You know how to do that.”
And that’s how the leader’s meeting of this week also ended up with Seungcheol brooding over how his lovely husband doesn’t act like he is pregnant. Ok he knows that pregnancy is different for everyone. Some might have it better some might have it worse and he is happy that Jeonghan is not going through any kind of pain like he had seen with Jihoon and Wonwoo but something didn’t feel right.
The house didn’t even have a whiff of pregnancy pheromones, only some drops barely here and there. His inner Alpha would always scream at him when Jeonghan smiled, when he skipped around the house as if nothing happened, when he would reject any kind of comfort from Seungcheol. Especially when he rejected any kind of comfort from Seungcheol, his inner Alpha would literally claw on his body wall and it hurt like shit.
So, determined that today he would really talk with Jeonghan about this and get to the root of this problem, Seungcheol opened the door. “I’m home.” He said loudly- which he thought he said loudly but his voice didn’t even reach the cabinet two steps in front of him. So, when his husband didn’t come down running to greet him like he usually did, Seungcheol wondered what happened.
“Jeonghan. Babe.” He called out as he sniffed the surroundings. The house smelled the same yet so different. A sweet mix of both of their pheromones and something sugary and sour thrown here and there since Jeonghan got pregnant. But today he could smell something else too. Distress and fear. Then he started to panic. The little alcohol that was in his system evaporated as he frantically looked around the house calling for his husband.
“Jeonghan!” He called as he slammed opened the door of their room and the last thing he heard before it all went silent was a sob. “Jeonghan?” Seungcheol called again as he turned on the lights. The room was empty but the smell was strongest here so, he just stood on the doorway, scanning the room for any kind of movement. Though after sometime, the awful smell dispersed then he heard shuffling and Jeonghan came out from the bathroom, all smiling and cheerful.
“Cheolie~ How was tonight. Sorry I couldn’t greet you down, I was in the bathroom. You’re home early today. Oh, and I made your favorite dish. Fresh up, I’ll heat it for you.” And Seungcheol was not paying attention to whatever Jeonghan was babbling about. His eyes were on Jeonghan’s face. His face was drenched in water but it still couldn’t hide his puffy red eyes. His hair was a mess and his clothes wet due to the water running down his face, unstable legs...
Jeonghan had been crying. And for a long time at that.
And that sight broke Seungcheol of everything that was binding him from questioning Jeonghan of his behavior or let’s say lack of behavior. Jeonghan was clearly hiding something from him and if he couldn’t coax him out of it, he would break it out of him tonight.
“Hannie, your clothes’ all wet, what were you even doing in there.” Seungcheol said with mock tension in his voice, clearly sounding that he was more worried about the wet clothes and not his wet eyes. He acted as if he didn’t notice what Jeonghan was clearly trying to hide from him because he avoided Seungcheol’s line of sight completely. “Yah, I think this happened when I washed my face earlier. I’m becoming clumsier, aren’t I?” And Seungcheol didn’t like the tone of it, didn’t like how Jeonghan sounded angry with himself for becoming clumsy.
‘So how should I approach this.’ The thought floated around Seungcheol’s mind as he walked towards Jeonghan and hugged him when he was close enough. “It’s ok.” He said as he not so gently pulled the wet t-shirt off of Jeonghan. “This clumsy you is still so cute.” He cooed as he pulled Jeonghan naked torso closer into his embrace. He then placed his nose on his scent gland o’ so casually and took a deep breath in.
He wanted to scoff out loudly. No wonder.
Seungcheol must have really been blind- or more like his nose must have been on a vacation to not notice it up to now. Scent blockers. No wonder Jeonghan always smelled as if nothing happened, no wonder the house wasn’t already drenched in the scent of pregnancy, no wonder Seungcheol couldn’t pinpoint Jeonghan’s emotion all these weeks. He was using Scent Blockers.
Up to now Jeonghan must have realized something was wrong because he hurriedly detached himself from the other’s embrace. “Ah Cheol-” He called as he backed away, one hand covered his gland while the other created a distance between them. Oh, so this is how you’re going to play, huh? “Jeonghan? What happened?” Seungcheol asked worriedly but the worriedness didn’t reach his eyes. He wanted to see how much Jeonghan could lie to cover his one lie.
The ugly smell from earlier returned causing Seungcheol to scoff and Jeonghan flinched. “Oh no- I-” Jeonghan hesitated as he looked at Seungcheol cautiously, his face clearly scribbled with, ‘What happened today.’ “This has been a little sensitive lately.” Jeonghan made up an answer as he glanced behind Seungcheol, the door, he was about to sprint out of the room.
“Jeonghan. Let me see.” It was supposed to sound gentle but each word came out low and threatening, the anger seeped without even intending to and Jeonghan stared at him like a deer caught in headlights as he slowly started back away.
“But Cheol-” “I said let me see.” And Seungcheol had never seen Jeonghan so scared in his life. “Ah- No Cheol-” “Jeonghan do you really take me for a fool.” And Jeonghan didn’t reply. Instead, his grip on his neck became like a vice. He slowly shook his head as he pulled his other hand to also cover his neck. Until now that ugly smell had gotten so thick that it was becoming harder and harder to breath. “Leave it.” Seungcheol said through his teeth as he turned around from the blue and green Jeonghan trembling two steps away from him.
And everything happened suddenly.
Suddenly, Jeonghan covered his mouth, tears threatened through his eyes as he tried to cover the gagging sounds. Suddenly, he pushed passed Seungcheol then started running like he was being chased. Which he was as Seungcheol quickly followed behind him. Jeonghan hurriedly went into the bathroom, to the toilet and he started emptying his guts out in the bowl.
Seeing that Seungcheol ran back and got a bottle of water. When he got back, Jeonghan was still vomiting whatever he had that day. And as he threw up waves after waves, more and more tears running down his face, the mucky smell thickened around him, his body trembling from head-to-toe and he looked like he wanted to drown himself then and there.
“Shh~ It’s ok. Everything’s Ok.” Seungcheol mumbled in his ear as he hugged him from behind, one of his hands opening the bottle cap and another comfortably massaging Jeonghan’s stomach. Seungcheol moved a little back and poured some water on his hand then sprinkled it over Jeonghan’s head. His wet hand patted Jeonghan’s slowly burning head and swiped back his hair that was sticking to his forehead because of sweat. He gathered all the hair and swiftly knotted the shoulder length into a small bun.
Seungcheol’s then rubbed his back, lower back, shoulder blades and any place that was going to ache because of this uncomfortable position. And when Jeonghan looked like he had finished his business, Seungcheol slowly put the bottle on his lips. “Hannie, open your mouth. Drink.” Seungcheol didn’t know how he sounded but Jeonghan whimpered and began to cry even harder.
It was the first time Seungcheol had seen Jeonghan cry like this after his pregnancy and he looked so broken and disappointed in himself that it broke Seungcheol heart. Had he been too harsh on him tonight? He had, hadn’t he? Yes, Seungcheol was worried because Jeonghan didn’t show the normal symptoms but he didn’t want him to cry like this, cry because of him.
Seungcheol sat back on the floor, bringing Jeonghan down with him on his lap. Jeonghan tried to fight his way out of Seungcheol’s grasp but in vain as Seungcheol hugged him with his body covering Jeonghan whole. “Hannie, I’m sorry.” Seungcheol mumbled as his fingers combed through Jeonghan’s hair. He could feel the little vibrations as Jeonghan cried his eyes out.
‘Oh, I really messed up this time.’ Seungcheol thought as he quickly carried Jeonghan in his arms and exited the bathroom. He then gently placed Jeonghan on the bed who on contact curled up into a ball, hiding his tear driven face into his knees. “Jeonghan. Hannie. Babe, I’m really sorry. Honey, please look at me.” Seungcheol tried to coax Jeonghan out of his cocoon but Jeonghan just shook his head and refused to uncover his face.
Time ticked away, seconds, minutes but it felt hour as they both stayed like that. Jeonghan hiding behind his knees and Seungcheol apologizing at his feet. It was until Seungcheol slowly heard Jeonghan say, “Do you hate me now?” Seungcheol thought he heard wrong. “What!” Jeonghan flinched and curled up even more. “You hate me now.” And Jeonghan sounded so surer than ever, Seungcheol for a minute thought that he might had died and ended up in a different dimension cause what the fuc-
“And what makes you think that.” Seungcheol asked, his voice out toned filled with confusion. “Cause I’m-!” Jeonghan started loud as he pulled his head up and glared at Seungcheol but then he paused and the last word came out muffled as he hid face again. But Seungcheol was so close to Jeonghan, he caught it. And he couldn’t bear hearing it.
“I don’t know how that thing developed and I’m not going to ask. Hannie just look at me.” But Jeonghan refused to lift his head up again. “No, I don’t think you would want to see my face like this.” Jeonghan hiccupped between his silent cries. Again, how the hell and who the hell gave his precious angel this thought.
The internet did.
Jeonghan was happy, was proud when he became pregnant. Never in his life did he ever thought he could get such a happy ending. After all the struggles of an omega idol life, hatred he got when he and Seungcheol announced their bond, arguments with the agency and backlash from the media, he thought that this was his life.
But ‘his life’ had Seungcheol and that was everything he ever needed. And then there were his members, his family, his CARATS and he thought why was he even worried. Why was he even listening to people unimportant to his life. Fuck them, he was going to get even higher and prove to all those ‘people’ that he deserved what he has.
Then at the peak of their career Jihoon got pregnant. It did hinder some of their activities but everyone was too happy to even care. They were going to be uncles, who cared about idol image right now? Then Wonwoo got pregnant and it was like the universe was signaling Jeonghan something. So, he discussed with Seungcheol about it and he swears he had never seen the other so happy and so horny at the same time.
And after his next heat, he got pregnant. He felt like he was over the cloud. Seungcheol would always pull him close, rubbing his nose on his gland, commenting on his new scent which according to him was becoming even more addicting. And that always pulled out Jeonghan of his thoughts that it was all a dream.
But after he got pregnant, Jihoon and Wonwoo were onto something. They would not let him go to social sites, they would always force disable the comments whenever he posted some pictures related to the pregnancy and they would literally snatch his phone out of his hands if they saw him scrolling through the media or just looking at general SEVENTEEN related news. “Trust me Hyung, it’s better this way. Just stay away from the sites for a while.”
And no matter how much Jeonghan hates being told what to do, he would always listen to his members. Do what the members asked him to- IF he was in his normal mood. He was not in his normal mood. So, one day, when no one was with in his radius, Jeonghan opened his social sites and he instantly wished he could go back 15 minutes before and slap him that thought that this was a great idea.
He is so bossy already, imagine him during the pregnancy. Seungcheol oppa must have it so hard.
There were all kinds of hateful and dreadful comments, but this stood out the most to him.
And that, ladies and gentleman is what omegas are only good at.
Maybe this one too.
Let’s see how his petty privilege is going to work when he is ugly crying in front of Seungcheol oppa.
And this
An idol should act like an idol not like some cheap whor-
He switched off his phone.
So Jeonghan changed his habits because what if the comments were true. What if he was giving Seungcheol a hard time, what if he is giving everyone a hard time. And what if they start hating him. And what if Seungcheol didn’t want him anymore. And what if-
All the ‘what ifs’ made the Jeonghan that used to make Seungcheol carry him around the house, start to ignore his clear advances to physical touch. The Jeonghan that used to pull pranks on his members on daily basis would just sit quietly in a corner and zone out during their gatherings. The Jeonghan who feared no one was now cautious around everyone. The Jeonghan changed.
And Seungcheol noticed.
Jeonghan noticed that Seungcheol noticed. So, he went out of his way to hide everything. He bought scent blocker so the other wouldn’t be able to tell how he was feeling. He didn’t even touch the foods he craved for and sometimes he would just ignore Seungcheol to calm down his hormones.
He never cried, never gave into his hormones even though sometimes he wanted to burry himself in Seungcheol and just cry like no tomorrow but every time this thought circulated his mind, he would excuse himself and lock himself inside the bathroom. A cold shower in the middle of the day, yep totally not suspicious.
Then came the morning sickness and Jeonghan really wanted to strangle the universe that give him the sign. The sickness made him moody and he grew angry at even the smallest inconvenience. Don’t ask how many cups and plates had ‘slipped’ through his hands or how many plants had overgrown that it broke their pots or which mouse was so strong enough to break the AC remote in half. But every time these emotions got better of him, he remembered the comments and then he would crumble all these hideous emotions into a ball and squeeze it inside him.
And just like that, those 7 weeks passed and everyday Jeonghan would pray to the universe that Seungcheol do not get too suspicious of his activities and start questioning him. But today, the universe betrayed him again. “Jeonghan do you really take me for a fool.” Oh, it was today, wasn’t it? Today was the day that Seungcheol would finally get rid of him. The fear of the worst and the panic of suddenness caused Jeonghan unable to hold back his emotions anymore. So, he ran. The sour emotions crawled up his throat, burning its way out. Forcing its way out.
And he was prepared to be left alone on the floor, prepared to see disgust flash through Seungcheol eyes, prepared to hear what he had read but none came. Only Seungcheol did and his warmth. Now also, he is so scared to face Seungcheol but the said man is just clinging to him and saying sorry over and over again as if it was his fault.
And Jeonghan wants to tell him that it not, it's his. He was one who was giving him a hard time, giving everyone a hard time, he was the one who couldn’t control himself, who gave into these stupid hormones and useless emotions, he was the one who was ruining the group's reputation, and as they said, he was an ugly omega who knows nothing other than being a cheap whor-
“Jeonghan! Stop!” Jeonghan was forcefully jerked up and his tear hazy eyes met a burning red one. He didn’t realize that he was saying all those things out loud. Now that he was open, Seungcheol quickly took his chance and pulled him on his lap, gripping- pinning his knees on either side of his thighs. For some time, they both just stared at each other. Jeonghan overcoming the fact that Seungcheol had seen his ugly teared face and Seungcheol just watching the way Jeonghan slowly broke in front of him.
He saw. He saw. He saw. Jeonghan quickly tried to hide his face. Tried because Seungcheol was one step ahead than him and before he could shove his face in Seungcheol’s neck, the other held his head in place with both his hands. Seungcheol sighed as he leaned in and joined their forehead. “Choi-Yoon Jeonghan. You are the prettiest being I've ever laid my eyes on. You’re so pretty, it’s unfair to us common people. You look like the God’s favorite.” He wanted to shout it at the top of his lungs but it rather came out softly, not like a declaration but like a promise.
“But I don’t love you because you’re pretty. You’re pretty because I love you. You’re pretty because you make my heart swell with just your voice, just a small whiff of your scent makes me go crazy. You’re pretty because you bother me, stake your claim on me, because you made me yours. So, even if you’re covered in mud from head to toe, I'd find you pretty. Even if tears and snot run down your face, I'd find your pretty. Even if you become a lump of mess, I'd still find you pretty, Choi-Yoon Jeonghan, because I love you.”
Now this felt like a declaration as Seungcheol blurted it out staring straight into Jeonghan’s eyes. Those eyes wavered, tried to look away, shut itself but at last could only squeeze out the remaining tears. “So, you’re not going to leave me.” Jeonghan weakly mumbled out as his hands geld onto Seungcheol’s clothes like a vice.
Seungcheol chuckled as he slowly shook his head. “Till death do apart us, Hannie. You know what, scratch that. Even death can’t apart us. You can never get rid of me, not even in your afterlife.” And finally, finally Jeonghan let out a small giggle and his tensed body on Seungcheol went limp. He then let out a big breath and smiled at Seungcheol. “I’m sorry-”
But before he could finish that sentence, Seungcheol silenced him with his lips. Just a small peck and he was pulling away. “Forget it.” Seungcheol said as his hands soothingly glided up Jeonghan’s naked torso. “Forget this.” He said as his hands came up to wipe away the lingering scent of blockers on Jeonghan’s neck. “Forget everything. What happened, how it happened, why it happened.” The hands on the base of his neck gently pulled him into another soft kiss.
“Jeonghan, let me show you how beautiful you are.”
.
.
“Cheol I- I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Seungcheol chuckled as he kept on kissing Jeonghan’s neck. “I think it’s a great idea. Now, don’t avert your eyes. Keep on looking.” Seungcheol was behind Jeonghan and as he leaned forward, pushing Jeonghan onto the mirror. As the cold glass touched Jeonghan’s naked skin, he shivered, eyes closed biting back an embarrassing sound. “Hannie.” Seungcheol called. “Look here.” His fingers tapped the mirror and with the sound Jeonghan opened his eyes and the scene he saw caused a small groan to slip.
Is it weird to get affected by your own reflection? Jeonghan looked as told, he stared as those eyes met, his pupil shank as it burned the overall state of his appearance in his retina. Yah, it must be weird, it should be but- he couldn’t turn his head away. Not that he wanted to, not that the hands holding his head would let him but- he gulped, a small whine slipping past his lips- he looked messed .
His hair was pulled back into a small bun, courtesy of Seungcheol with few strands seeping out and falling on his face. His face was stained with tears, eyes puffy with how much he cried earlier, his cheeks and lips reddened. He bit the already red lips and a thumb came to pull it out of his abusing teeth. It slid across his wet lips and left his sight. His eyes wanted to follow it, follow it to the man behind him but it refused to leave the sight on front of him.
“Jeonghan.” Seungcheol whispered in his ear and Jeonghan broke out of the trance. He quickly closed his eyes and lumped his head down. “I know I said my love has nothing to do with this.” Jeonghan’s head was pulled right up though he refused to open his eyes. “But I can’t deny the fact that this pulls me in deeper. Do you even acknowledge how otherworldly beautiful you are?” Seungcheol hummed along his neck as he left kisses along his way.
“I’ve seen many beauties. Many.” He emphasized as his hands began to caress Jeonghan’s face. “But they can’t compare to even these strands of your lashes.” His fingers brushed passed Jeonghan’s eyelashes that were still somewhat wet. “Open.” And Jeonghan couldn’t help but slowly open his eyes back. This time before it could land on himself, he searched for the other in the reflection.
Jeonghan’s breath hitched as he saw Seungcheol. Seungcheol looked even more zoned out than him, he looked like he was in a daze, dare he say hypnotized . And as their eyes met, something strong filled the air. Seungcheol’s pheromones. It exploded, wrapping around him, lingering in every breath he took. And a dangerous thought passed Jeonghan’s mischievous mind.
He is like that because of me.
Dangerous because- his shifted his gaze back to his reflection- the image that looked like a mess earlier now look eternal . His breathing quickened and his hands flew up to hold something, anything because he felt like he was going to faint. The sight, the scent, it was all too much for him. “Seungcheol.” He called only above a whisper and he was answered with a soft chuckle. “Now. Do you like what you see?”
He could only nod a little not trusting his voice to voice it out for him. Too bad Seungcheol liked his voice as much as his face. “Words, honey. I need proper sentences. Do you like what you see?” And Jeonghan for a second forgot what language he spoke. “Yes.” He pulled out after much difficulty. “Yes, I like it.” And Seungcheol smiled.
“And it’s not just you, not just me. Everyone likes how you look. I bet all of the members still have their little crushes on you. Any sane person in this world would do anything to be you. And half of the world would die to have you as their omega. They are jealous because they cannot. They cannot because you are here and I have you. Choi-Yoon Jeonghan belongs to Choi-Yoon Seungcheol and they burn because they can neither be you nor have you.”
And Seungcheol didn’t say it like he was coaxing Jeonghan or trying to sound sweet for the sake of comforting the other. He stated it like a fact, like it was the truth and it was enough to open Jeonghan’s eyes. Hearing it from Seungcheol slowly pulled away the veil that was covering his mind for all these weeks. The veil that was keeping Jeonghan, hiding him wrapped in a corner.
A trembling hand came up to touch his face, he realized it was his when he felt sensation from both. His hands traced his eyeline, then his cheek bones, slowly sliding on top of the hands that were already on his face keeping it up. After that it traveled down. Down across his jawline, his Adam's apple. Then it turned left where his mark stayed. During all this, he never looked away, didn’t even blink from his own reflection. His reflection smirked at him, it looked smug.
“But.” And he was again pulled out of the trance. His hands quickly dropped to his sides as roses began to bloom all over his body. ‘Oh My God. What was I doing.’ He screamed at himself in his head as he quickly looked away from the cursed mirror. “Stupid mirror. Stupid Seungcheol.” He mumbled beneath his breath but again as Seungcheol was so close to him he heard him.
“Ya, ya, call me whatever you want but Jeonghan.” Seungcheol suddenly turned Jeonghan around to face him, pinning him on the mirror. “Don’t you think you deserve a punishment.” “What?” Jeonghan gaped at Seungcheol like a fish in a tank. “I think I heard it quite clearly, ‘I’m Ugly’ and something along those lines.” Jeonghan flushed even more as his brain replayed his embarrassing fit from a moment ago. “And you know I don’t like when someone calls you that. Even if it's you, I won’t tolerate it.” As Seungcheol voiced out his anger -though he didn’t look angry at all- his hands grabbed Jeonghan’s thigh and lifted him up.
“Cheol!!” Jeonghan screeched as he quickly wrapped his hands and legs around his husband. “That was dangerous.” He scolded as he slapped his hands on that brick of a chest a few times. But Seungcheol just ignored his anger and laid him on the bed. “Pick a number.” “I don’t want to get spanked.” Jeonghan quickly replied as he tried to get away from Seungcheol but the other had a tight grip on his thighs. Seungcheol smiled. Jeonghan didn’t like it. “I’m not going to spank you. You like that shit too much for a punishment. Just pick a number.”
And Jeonghan instantly regretted as soon as the number left his mouth. “No Seungcheol, I can’t. That’s too much.” Jeonghan began to throw whatever came in his hands –pillows, sheets, lube-what is that doing under the pillow. “Thanks for this.” Seungcheol smirked as he dodged everything but swiftly caught the lube thrown at him.
“Seungcheol I said no. Let me go.” Jeonghan grumbled angrily as he began to move around his legs and body trying to get away from the other. “Never seen anyone saying yes to a punishment but off you go, I guess. Let’s pretend as if you have a say in this.”
“Seungcheol!!” Jeonghan screamed as Seungcheol swiftly pulled the remaining clothes off him. “Jeonghan!” Seungcheol mocked his scream as he pinned the thrashing legs down on the bed. “You will. You can. You must. It’s a punishment for a reason babe.” Seungcheol smirked but as his eyes scanned the scared look on Jeonghan’s face, it turned into a small smile. “Red for stop. Green for go. You know the rules Hannie, use it if it’s really too much. Color?”
Ok so, Jeonghan thought that it was too much. Really too much. Like was it even scientifically possible for a human to come for that many times? 7 times!?! That not possible, absolutely not but- Jeonghan blushed hard as the color stayed hung on his tongue, refusing to come out.
He looked at Seungcheol who looked so gentle with his sweet smile and all which he knew was a trap. And he couldn’t help but fall for it, realizing too late that he had already fallen too deep for it. “Green.” Jeonghan mumbled through his teeth but Seungcheol again, heard it. He smirked and his gentle aura vanished away with the consent.
Jeonghan just closed his eyes ready to accept whatever to come. Then the hands on his body began to move. Slowly rubbing up and down on the skin, pressing on different parts. Like a little massage session, his hands rubbed his cheeks, then slid down his neck, pinching the tensed shoulder muscle onto his chest. Under Seungcheol’s hands, the tensed body of Jeonghan relaxed. Jeonghan let out a small sigh really getting into the feeling. Alas, the feeling was short lived.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his chest causing him let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “Cheol~” Jeonghan gasped for some air as his eyes flew open in pain. But Seungcheol just ignored him and continued his assault on the buds on his chest .Jeonghan squirmed under those hands, clearly having a hard time but Seungcheol didn’t even spare him a glance.
“Yep, definitely sensitive.” He heard the other mumble and without any further warning, he shifted a little then bent down until his mouth was on- “Oh~ Shh-” Jeonghan hissed as he didn’t know what to do with this new sensation.
The thing is, Jeonghan had been clearly avoiding Seungcheol’s advances all these weeks. 7 Weeks. 49 days. Something over a month and a half so, damn right he was sensitive . ‘Very’ to add in the beginning and plus with his pregnancy hormones, his body was literally over the edge of pleasure. Even the smallest touch had him withering and Seungcheol was taking full advantage of that.
“Count.” Was the only warning he got as Seungcheol literally began to tug and bite his nipples. Okay now that was a little too much. “Seung-” He arched his back, trying to get more into Seungcheol’s mouth or trying to get away, he himself didn’t know. And the sensation from his chest shot straight to the new heat pooling low in his gut. It was stuffy, churning, he was having a hard time breathing.
Now he was really trying to get away as he twisted his body away from Seungcheol but Seungcheol had his teeth rooted on his bud, so his struggle just got it tugged even more. Jeonghan couldn’t even comprehend half of the sounds that came out of his mouth. Some of them were Seungcheol’s name, some were curses, some were just undistinguishable languages and some pure filth.
Not only his nipples, Seungcheol began to bite and suck all around his chest while his hands rubbed small gentle circles on his hips. The contrast had Jeonghan falling miserably close to his first climax. But it was way too early so he was busy fighting off the feeling. “Seungcheol too much. Too- what are you even doing.” Seungcheol hummed around his skin that was in his mouth. “Testing.” “Testing?”
“If you can come only from this.”
Oh, he can. He was about to but he didn’t want to so, he shook his head, denying to come like this. But Seungcheol thought he was saying he could not, so he left a harsh bite on his already hurting buds. “Come on Jeonghan. I know you can.”
“This little-” Jeonghan grabbed Seungcheol’s hair and pulled it a bit too hard to get it away from his chest. Seungcheol raised a brow but didn’t comment on Jeonghan’s little act. Without saying anything, he pulled him up in a long hard kiss. And who was Seungcheol to refuse it.
Along the kisses Jeonghan tried to overpower Seungcheol. He tried to flip them over and usually Seungcheol would play it nice and turn over but today. “Don’t trying to fight your way out, Hannie.” Seungcheol smirked as he broke the kiss and pinned the hands that were clawing on his shoulders to the side.
“It is a punishment and you know you deserve it. So, take it like a good boy and maybe I’ll feel kind enough to reward you in the end.”
Too cocky and way too smug. Jeonghan wanted to scoff on his face and walk out but his body had another plan. Hearing that his Omega mind just went pliant. And the smirk on Seungcheol’s face morphed to a grin. “I can smell it on you Jeonghan. Fear, anticipation, lust and a little bit of ... excitement. Smells heavenly. My Omega really knows how to please his Alpha, huh.”
And Jeonghan was rendered speechless. “How can you blabber such shameless things with a straight face.” Jeonghan rasped, his voice coming out hoarse and small because a certain someone just had shoved their tongue down his throat. But Seungcheol acted like he didn’t hear what the other was saying. Truly shameless.
Shifting both of Jeonghan’s hand up his head and into one of his hands, Seungcheol shifted his eyes back to Jeonghan’s body. For a second, he just admired his art piece. Patches of red and blue were scattered all over Jeonghan’s cheat, his collarbone and his neck. It looked painful but Seungcheol knows that Jeonghan felt anything but pain. “My Beautiful Angel.” Seungcheol couldn’t help but mumble.
On the pale contrast of Jeonghan’s body the red marks bloomed like petals of roses. Scattered all around, trying to hide the jewel under it. But nothing could hide Jeonghan from Seungcheol. Under the intense gaze of Seungcheol, Jeonghan squirmed as he tried to break free his hands but as if anyone could break off Seungcheol’s grip. So, in the end he decided to give up.
“Fine fucking do what you want.” Jeonghan grumbled as he looked down at Seungcheol who was just hovering over his abused nipples, staring. “And fast cause M’ so close.” Jeonghan demanded but Seungcheol slowly looked up at him, unmoving from that awkward position, just a breath away from where Jeonghan needed him.
So, Jeonghan decided to take the matter in his own hands. With much difficulty, he arched his back, rising his chest, his pert bud touched Seungcheol’s lip. Even that was enough to send a surge of electricity down his spine. Maintaining the position without his hands was difficult but his sweet release was more important right now, so Jeonghan ignored the slow aching in his lower back and continued to rub his nipple on Seungcheol’s lips.
But Seungcheol didn’t open his mouth nor did his free hand move from where it was gripping the sheets so hard Jeonghan feared he might rip it. “Cheol~” Jeonghan whined as he desperately tried to shove his buds past Seungcheol closed lip but the other just kept his mouth shut and stared at Jeonghan. His eyes telling something was missing. But what. What was missing- Oh-
“Please.” Jeonghan gritted through his teeth as he slumped back on the bed, no more strength left to lift himself up. “You fucking sadist. Please Seungcheol, I was so close earlier. Don’t stop.” Jeonghan wanted to sound demanding but his voice came out pleading. “There you go. Was it too hard.” Seungcheol grinned and without further ado he dived in to finish his previous unfinished business.
As the hot mouth latched back on his body, Jeonghan couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, his body shivering visibly. Being left on the edge once, this time his body was quick to chase that feeling again. Though this time Jeonghan didn’t fight it. He rubbed his thighs together trying get that last push but Seungcheol grabbed his legs and pulled it apart, cozily settling in between them.
“It’s either this or nothing.” He warned as he began to kiss down his chest to his stomach. Reaching his navel, Seungcheol began to lick and suck on the little depression while his hand traveled up from his thigh to fondle with his bottom. Jeonghan twitched under Seungcheol’s hold, his body confused with the new developing sensation shotting everywhere from his navel. He didn’t even know he was sensitive there. Fucking Seungcheol and his fucking knowledge over his body.
“M’ close.” But whatever it was it did provide that last push that was needed that had Jeonghan’s body going stiff. “Go on.” And he did. With a loud moan of Seungcheol’s name, he came. “Don’t forget to count babe.” But Jeonghan didn’t quite understand what Seungcheol said to him through the ringing of his ears. His body was quivering from the intense stimulation and his mind was positively blank. Count? “O-one?” He thought he mumbled as he blinked the white away from his eyes.
Seungcheol licked his lips as he watched Jeonghan coming down from his high. His eyes were rolled back, his body bent in a beautiful arc and his mouth overflowing with Seungcheol’s name. “Should have done this in front of the mirror.” Seungcheol said but he was 100% sure that Jeonghan was not listening. Then Seungcheol let go of Jeonghan’s wrists and his hands came down to wipe the white off his stomach.
When Jeonghan came back to his senses, he saw Seungcheol pulling his shirt off him. Then for the few minutes Jeonghan just stared as Seungcheol got rid of the remaining clothes and accessories off his body. When he reached around for his chain, Jeonghan was quick to stop him. “Don’t.” He mumbled as his eyes raked up and down the view in front of him. No matter how many times he had seen Seungcheol like this, it didn’t fail to make his heart beat and his body to heat up.
Noticing he could now move his hand, Jeonghan hurriedly pushed himself up, his hands flying to grab the other’s shoulders. “Eager as always. Sometimes I think you love my body more than me.” Seungcheol pouted as he leaned back giving Jeonghan full space to do whatever he desired.
“And what make you doubt that. It’s the truth.” Jeonghan smirked as his hands slid down from Seungcheol’s shoulder to his biceps and squeezed it hard, nails and all. Suddenly Seungcheol leaned forward causing Jeonghan to fall back on the bed. He then again grabbed Jeonghan’s wrists and pinned it above his head. “You seem to keep on forgetting that this is a punishment, my dear. It is not going to go how you want. So, keep these hands up here unless you want to do all the work yourself.”
Seungcheol playfully scolded him and Jeonghan could only nod as he grabbed the sheets from under his hands to keep them stationed there. All the work, he knew what it meant. Coming one time, his whole body felt like jelly, he didn’t want to do any more work. Jeonghan knew what Seungcheol was trying to do. He was demanding obedience from Jeonghan. Full control.
And as said earlier he decided to give up. Give this night up to Seungcheol to do whatever he wanted. Jeonghan had been ignoring his need for a month for something his normal self would laugh about. So, he deserved this. From his- “Alpha.” Jeonghan weakly mumbled as he craned his neck to the side to show their bond mark. To show his submission.
And he could hear the sound of accelerating heartbeat. Whether it was his or it was from Seungcheol, it didn’t matter. Jeonghan was looking away but then he felt something hot dripping on his chest. He glanced back at Seungcheol and the scene made him gasp. “Seungcheol!! You’re bleeding!” Jeonghan cried worried but the man in front of him was so in daze he just stared.
“Oh-” Seungcheol blinked as he wiped his nose. Jeonghan tried to get up but Seungcheol quickly caged him down. “Where are you going?” “To get the first aid, you idiot. Why is your nose suddenly bleeding?” Hearing that Seungcheol flared up, his whole face engulfed by shades of red. “You’re dangerous.” He mumbled as he wiped the remaining blood and slammed his lips on Jeonghan’s.
Jeonghan tried to break the kiss, still worried because Seungcheol started to bleed so suddenly but Seungcheol was more stubborn as he pried his lips apart and slid his tongue in. Jeonghan could taste the blood in the kiss. It made him cringe but he found it even more hot. The kiss ended with a loud smack with red string of saliva joining their glistening lips.
“I wanted to tease you a bit more. Make you come a few times more but I don’t think I can wait until then.” Jeonghan smirked internally as he knew what Seungcheol was about to say. He knew this would happen. There was no way Seungcheol was going keep himself in control and wait until Jeonghan came 7 times. Jeonghan knew how much of an impatient bastard Seungcheol was.
Then he heard the lid of the lube being opened and soon enough there was something hovering above his entrance. Jeonghan bit his lips as Seungcheol slowly slid his fingers in. “But let's make it two before I give in.” And the slow pumping of the finger became frantic all of a sudden. Jeonghan gasped as his eyes which he didn’t realize had closed during the kiss flew open.
“Seung-... ch-cheolie.” Jeonghan gasped as he squirmed around, the pace too sudden and too intense. It must be because he had already reached the climax once, the other came rather fast for his liking. And he was not even in a position to fight it. The fingers in him were harsh, digging-in on his walls and literally dragging his release from him.
“T-two.” Jeonghan weakly mumbled as his body gave in and he came with a violent shake. If the first one had him seeing all white, this one had him ascend and see the heaven for a second. They had never done this. Even if they went for round two, it was only after Jeonghan got down from the high, relaxed and when his body no longer felt like lead. Coming two time in such short periods, Jeonghan’s body was withering from oversensitivity.
The fingers slipped out but something way bigger slid in that instant. “Cheol~” Jeonghan cried as his hands tried to push the other away from him. But Seungcheol just kept on pushing in until Jeonghan could feel him up to his throat, until his nails were dug deep on the other’s chest. His legs flew around trying to kick the other but Seungcheol was quick to grab them and pin them down on the bed, wide.
“I should have done this in front of the mirror.” Seungcheol repeated his earlier statement and this time Jeonghan heard it even though his mind was a mess. “Mirror? Why- Oh.” Before Jeonghan could finish his sentence, Seungcheol began to slowly pull out then suddenly slammed it all back it.
Jeonghan was seeing stars. Though it was not stars but his own tears that was pooling around his eyes and flowing down his face. He wanted to shout ‘red’ and end it, scold Seungcheol for being so mean to him and smack the shit out of him but again the color stayed hung on his tongue refusing to come out.
Yes, it was mean and too much but it felt so good, Jeonghan dragged his nails down Seungcheol’s chest. The other hissed but didn’t stop him. “S’ Good.” Jeonghan subconsciously mumbled and hearing that Seungcheol increased his pace. “Good? Is Alpha being good? Say it louder Hannie.” Jeonghan panted as he tried to form sentences but each time he opened his mouth, he was only gasping for air.
Then Seungcheol grazed past the lump of nerves which had Jeonghan crying out with a silent scream. Now Jeonghan was positive that the things that were twinkling around his eyes were not his tears but literal stars. Once found, Seungcheol continued his assault on those poor nerves. Jeonghan tried to squeeze his legs shut but hands were keeping them apart. Jeonghan tried to push the other away but his hands only gripped the other’s shoulders nothing more. Jeonghan tried to scream ‘red’ but his mouth refused to open.
His five senses ignored him as Seungcheol kept using him like some doll. Fuck. He shouldn’t find that hot. Fuck. Tonight, he was finding too many weird things hot. Fuck. He was about to come again. “Che-cheol~” Somehow, he found his voice as he tried to warn the other. Seungcheol just smirked as he slammed for one last time in him and he could feel something warm flowing in him.
“Three.” Jeonghan choked as he came for the third time that night.
But before he could even collect himself, he could feel Seungcheol’s hands around him, slowly pumping his softness up and down. “Cheol nooo...” Jeonghan wailed as he tried to push those hands away from his most sensitive area but his hands felt like jelly, too hard to even lift up. “Four more Hannie.” Seungcheol shushed him as he continued his sweet abuse. It was going to be a long night and Jeonghan prayed that he could survive to its end.
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“Sue them all.”
Seungcheol growled lowly into his phone causing his manager to sigh from the other side. “Have you discussed it with Jeonghan?” Seungcheol frowned as he glanced at his peacefully sleeping angel beside him. “Do I need to.” He retorted back with annoyance. “You don’t need to. You have to. Hoshi and Mingyu were the same. We did the investigation and spend all the resources then Woozi and Wonwoo came at the last moment saying that they didn’t want it.” Seungcheol scoffed. “About that, reopen their cases. I want to sue them all. And for why I didn’t know about this up to now, I’ll talk with Hoshi and Mingyu. They better give me some good reason.” Their manager sighed again. “Ok. I’ll do it.”
“Make them pay for it harder. I want all the compensation of the times I've spent worrying about those useless things.” Seungcheol smiled as he placed his phone on the nightstand and turned around to face Jeonghan. “Yes, my lord.” Jeonghan glared at him but opened his hands urging Seungcheol to come lay there.
“I can’t feel my legs. From tomorrow onwards, they better not touch any ground.”
“I’ll make sure of that.”
“And I don’t like pickles. I want kimchi.”
“I’ll have us delivered all kinds of.”
“And I want to eat mint choco cookie.”
Seungcheol laughed from where he had comfortably buried his head into. Jeonghan’s chest, right above where his heart was beating with a slow hum. “‘Cookie’ cookie or the character from my game.” And Jeonghan groaned as he smacked Seungcheol on his back. “I’ll literally throw you off this bed.” Seungcheol chuckled as he tightened his grip around the other.
“Anything. I’ll give you anything you want, my beautiful angel.”