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Fractured Scents, Neo High school had hormones thick in the air, alphas prowling the hallways with that low, rumbling confidence, omegas fluttering in short skirts and glossy lips, betas trying to keep the peace or just survive the chaos. It was senior year, everyone eighteen or older, but the place still felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
Doyoung was one of the prettiest omegas in the building. Dyed blonde hair falling in soft waves around a face that looked like it had been sculpted for tenderness, big doe eyes, bunny-like cheeks that flushed pink at the slightest attention, full pink bow lips that begged to be stared at. His body was petite, slim with a tiny waist that made cheer uniforms cling in all the dangerous ways. He moved like he was made of sugar and secrets.
He was a cheerleader, of course. The kind who hit every flip with effortless grace and smiled like the world was watching. His best friend, Taeyong, was right there with him, another omega, but powerful in a different way. Taeyong had sharp, stunning features that could cut glass, dark hair that framed his face like a halo of rebellion, and a presence that made even alphas pause.
They were inseparable. Soulmates in the way only omegas who grew up sharing heats, secrets, and stolen lip gloss could be.
Sleepovers where they painted each other’s nails, giggled over crushes, and tried on the shortest skirts they could find. Little friendly dates at the mall, twirling in pastel dresses, arms linked, whispering about how the world smelled better when they were together. They called it “omegahood,” their private bubble against the alpha-dominated chaos.
Taeyong had been dating Jaehyun for two years. Jung Jaehyun. Alpha, star of the football team, the kind of guy who entered a room and sucked all the oxygen out of it. Tall, broad-shouldered, jawline sharp enough to draw blood, dark hair always perfectly tousled, eyes that smoldered like they already knew every dirty little secret you were hiding.
He was hot as hell, the kind of alpha whose scent, deep cedarwood, smoke, and something dangerously sweet, made omegas’ knees weak from across the field. He and Taeyong were the power couple everyone whispered about: beautiful, volatile, magnetic. On the surface, they looked perfect.
Underneath, it was war.
Doyoung knew every detail because Taeyong told him everything. Late nights in Doyoung’s room, Taeyong curled up against his chest, crying about how Jaehyun had yelled again, how his alpha temper flared like a match to gasoline. “He almost scared me this time, Doyoungie,” Taeyong would whisper, voice cracking. Doyoung would hold him tighter, stroking his hair, murmuring comforts while his own heart hammered with a guilt so sharp it tasted like blood. Because Doyoung was in love with Jaehyun. Secretly. Painfully. Had been for over a year.
It started with glances. Nothing overt. Jaehyun would pick Taeyong up after cheer practice, leaning against his car like he owned the parking lot. His eyes would drift past his boyfriend to where Doyoung stood in his tiny cheer skirt, legs smooth and toned, the hem fluttering against his thighs. Their gazes would lock, just for a second too long.
Doyoung’s omega instincts would flare, a warm flutter low in his belly, his scent sweetening involuntarily with vanilla and peach. Jaehyun’s nostrils would flare, that alpha hunger flashing before he looked away.
Checking out the way the skirt hugged Doyoung’s petite waist. The way his blonde hair caught the light. It was electric. Dangerous. Doyoung barely spoke to him, polite nods, soft “hi’s” but the tension was there, thick as pheromone fog.
He felt disgusting for it. Taeyong was his everything. They shared clothes, cried together, dreamed about futures where they’d still be best friends raising pups side by side. But every fight Taeyong described, every toxic detail “He grabbed my wrist too hard,” “He said I was being dramatic” planted seeds in Doyoung’s chest. Hope.
Twisted, blooming hope. He’d lie awake after comforting Taeyong, imagining Jaehyun’s strong hands on his waist instead, that deep voice growling his name. The crush deepened like a bruise. Butterflies exploded from the smallest things: Jaehyun nodding at him in the hall, a passing “You looked good out there today,” even the way Jaehyun’s scent lingered on Taeyong’s jacket when he hugged his boyfriend goodbye.
Doyoung tried to kill it. Ignored the texts Taeyong sent mid-fight. Focused on cheer routines. But it only grew. He started noticing every detail Taeyong shared, the way Jaehyun kissed when he was sorry, possessive and claiming; the low rumble of his laugh; how protective he got in public even when they were screaming in private.
Doyoung fell in love with the fantasy, even the poison.
Then the breakup happened.
It was brutal. A screaming match at Taeyong’s house after a party. Jaehyun, drunk on post-game adrenaline and whatever alpha ego high he was riding, had raised his hand like he might actually strike. He didn’t. But the threat was enough. Taeyong ended it that night, voice shaking but firm: “We’re done. Don’t call me.”
Doyoung got the call at 2 a.m., rushed over with ice cream and blankets. He held Taeyong while he sobbed, rubbing his back, scenting him with calming omega pheromones. Inside, Doyoung was flying. Over the moon. Guilty ecstasy. He’s free. Maybe now…
He hid it perfectly. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he whispered, kissing Taeyong’s forehead. But the next morning, while Taeyong was still asleep, Doyoung stood in front of his mirror and started planning.
He began dressing like Taeyong. Not copying exactly, Taeyong had a sharper, edgier style, but channeling what he knew Jaehyun liked. Short pleated skirts that showed off his slim legs and tiny waist. Crop tops that revealed the soft curve of his stomach. Tight little dresses for weekend hangs. More makeup, glossy pink on those bow lips, shimmer on his cheeks to accentuate the bunny softness.
He added cute bows on his hair sometimes. At cheer practice, he moved with extra sway, arching his back a little more during stunts so his skirt rode up.
It worked.
Jaehyun noticed. God, did he notice.
First it was longer stares in the hallway. Doyoung would be at his locker, bending slightly to grab a book, skirt hugging his ass, and he’d feel it....that heavy alpha gaze burning into him. He’d glance over his shoulder, catch Jaehyun’s eyes, and the alpha wouldn’t look away. Just a slow, appraising once-over that made Doyoung’s thighs press together and his scent bloom embarrassingly sweet. Butterflies. Full swarm.
One afternoon after practice, Taeyong had left early for some family thing. Doyoung was packing up alone when Jaehyun approached.
The football player looked wrecked, bags under his eyes, but still devastatingly hot in his letterman jacket. His scent hit Doyoung first: cedar and smoke, laced with something darker now, like unresolved need.
“Hey, Doyoung.” His voice was low, rough. Doyoung’s heart slammed against his ribs. “Hi, Jaehyun. Um… sorry about you and Taeyong.”
Jaehyun’s jaw ticked. He stepped closer, towering over the petite omega. “Yeah. Shit happens.” His eyes dropped to Doyoung’s lips, then lower, tracing the line of his waist.
Jaehyun’s scent wrapped around Doyoung like a heavy blanket, cedarwood and smoke, thicker now, edged with that sharp, unmistakable alpha musk of interest. It made Doyoung’s knees feel unsteady, heat pooling low in his belly as his own sweet vanilla-peach scent started to leak out despite how hard he tried to hold it back.
The alpha rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away for a second like he was trying to play it cool. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend it wasn’t messy. Taeyong and I… we burned hot, but it was exhausting. I’m trying to move on, you know? Clear my head. Focus on shit that actually feels good instead of fighting all the time.”
Doyoung swallowed, clutching the strap of his cheer bag tighter. His heart was hammering so loud he was sure the alpha could hear it. “That’s… good. You both deserve to be happy, I think.”
Jaehyun’s dark eyes flicked back to him, intense and unblinking. A slow, crooked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took another half-step closer. The hallway was mostly empty now, just the distant echo of lockers slamming and the faint hum of the overhead lights. “Yeah? You think so?” His gaze dropped again, lingering on the way Doyoung’s crop top had ridden up slightly from practice, exposing a sliver of soft, pale skin above his skirt. “You’ve been looking good lately, Doyoung. Real good. New style?”
The question was casual, but the way his voice dipped made it anything but. Doyoung’s cheeks flushed hot pink, bunny-round and obvious. He shifted on his feet, the pleated skirt swishing against his thighs.
“I guess I just felt like changing things up,” he murmured, voice softer than he meant it to be. “Senior year and all. Might as well enjoy it.”
Jaehyun hummed, nodding slowly. His nostrils flared again, clearly catching the way Doyoung’s scent was sweetening the air between them. “It suits you. The blonde dye, the skirts…makes you look even soft." He paused, then added with a quieter tone, almost careful, “Taeyong mentioned you’ve been there for him a lot. You’re a good friend.”
Guilt stabbed through Doyoung’s chest like a knife, but it tangled instantly with the thrill of Jaehyun standing so close, talking to him like this. Alone. Looking at him like he was something worth staring at.
“I try,” Doyoung said, biting his glossy lower lip. “He’s my best friend.”
Jaehyun’s jaw flexed. For a second something darker flickered in his eyes, maybe regret, maybe hunger but he pushed it down. “I know. I’m not trying to put you in the middle or anything. Just… I’ve been seeing you around more, figured it was about time I actually talked to you instead of just staring like an idiot.”
He let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle that sent warmth rushing through Doyoung’s veins. The alpha leaned one broad shoulder against the lockers, towering over the petite omega, but keeping his hands to himself for now. “You free this weekend? There’s a party at Johnny's. Nothing crazy. Just trying to get out, breathe some fresh air that doesn’t smell like drama. You should come.”
Doyoung’s doe eyes widened slightly. His fingers twisted in the hem of his skirt. “With… you?”
Jaehyun’s smirk deepened, but there was something almost gentle underneath it. “Yeah, with me. Or just… show up. I’ll be there either way. No pressure.”
The alpha’s scent spiked again, richer, warmer, threaded with clear want. Doyoung’s thighs pressed together instinctively. His mind flashed to Taeyong’s tear-streaked face, but it was drowned out by the sight of Jaehyun’s broad chest, the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, and the way those dark eyes were devouring every shy flutter of his lashes.
“I… I’ll think about it,” Doyoung whispered, voice breathy.
Jaehyun reached out slowly, brushing a stray blonde wave behind Doyoung’s ear with surprising gentleness. His fingers lingered just a second too long against the omega’s warm cheek.
“Do that,” he murmured, voice dropping into a low rumble that vibrated straight through Doyoung’s core. “I look forward to seeing you there..”
Jaehyun’s broad back disappeared down the hallway, the shirt stretched tight across his shoulders, that cedar-smoke scent still clinging to the air like a promise. Doyoung stood frozen against the lockers, one hand pressed to his burning cheek where the alpha’s fingers had lingered. His heart hammered so violently he felt dizzy, like the floor was tilting beneath his tiny white sneakers.
Oh my god. Jung Jaehyun just basically asked me out.
The realization hit him like a full-body wave of heat. His vanilla scent burst out uncontrollably sweet and syrupy, so thick he could taste it on his own tongue. His cheeks flamed hotter, bunny-round and glowing pink. He wanted to squeal, to jump up and down, to spin in a circle like some lovesick idiot in a drama.
His omega instincts were screaming, he noticed, he wants you, he touched your hair, but he clamped down hard, biting his glossy lip until it hurt. Don’t be a freak in public, Kim Doyoung. Breathe.
He stayed there for another minute, thighs pressed together against the warm ache blooming low in his belly, before he finally grabbed his bag and practically fled to the parking lot. The entire walk home, his mind replayed every second: the way Jaehyun’s eyes had dragged over his exposed waist, the low rumble of his voice, that gentle brush of fingers.
Doyoung pressed his cool hands to his face and groaned out loud in the empty street. Guilty ecstasy twisted tight in his chest.
That night, Doyoung stood in front of his mirror for almost an hour.
He’d chosen a soft baby-pink pleated mini skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, the kind that swished dangerously with every step and showed off the smooth, toned length of his legs. A crisp white blouse was tucked neatly into the high waistband, the top two buttons left open to hint at delicate collarbones and the soft curve of his chest.
He added a thin silver chain necklace that dipped between his pecs, glittery heart-shaped clips in his blonde waves, and shimmery makeup, sparkling pink eyeshadow that made his doe eyes look even bigger and more innocent, glossy strawberry lip tint, and a dusting of highlighter across his bunny cheeks.
He looked…edible, Sweet, Tempting.
His phone buzzed.
Taeyong.
Taeyongie: Jungwoo said you’re going to Johnny’s party with him? I’m coming too lol. Pick me up??
Doyoung’s stomach dropped. Shit. He typed back quickly, forcing his fingers not to shake.
Doyoung: Yeah! Of course, we’ll come get you
Annoyance prickled under his skin. He loved Taeyong more than anything, but tonight…
Tonight was supposed to be his chance. If Taeyong was there, hovering nearby with that sharp, magnetic aura of his, Jaehyun might drift back into old habits. It would look suspicious if Doyoung spent too much time with his best friend’s very recent ex. Still, he couldn’t exactly uninvite his soulmate. He swallowed the irritation and grabbed his bag.
The party at Johnny’s lakeside house was already loud and pulsing by the time they arrived. Music thumped through the walls, colorful lights spilling out onto the grass.
Jungwoo, bubbly, pretty omega with silver hair and an infectious laugh, linked arms with both of them as they walked in, chattering excitedly. Doyoung forced himself to smile and dance with them in the crowded living room, hips swaying, skirt fluttering, glitter catching the lights every time he spun. He looked perfect. He felt perfect.
Until he spotted Jaehyun.
The alpha was leaning against the kitchen island, red cup in hand, laughing at something someone said. Even from across the room, his presence sucked the air out of Doyoung’s lungs. Dark hair tousled, black button-up stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. His scent cut through the haze of sweat, alcohol, and other pheromones like a blade deep cedarwood and smoke, warm and addictive.
Doyoung’s heart leaped. A bright, shy smile curved his glossy lips. He excused himself from Jungwoo and Taeyong with a soft “getting a drink,” smoothing down his skirt and starting toward the kitchen with a little bounce in his step, cheeks already warming.
But then he saw it.
Jaehyun’s gaze wasn’t on him. It was locked across the room on Taeyong.
Taeyong, who was now laughing brightly while playing beer pong with Jungwoo and a group of friends, dark hair flipping as he cheered. Jaehyun’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes followed every sharp, graceful movement Taeyong made. That heavy, possessive alpha stare lingered.
Doyoung stopped dead in the middle of the crowd. The butterflies in his stomach turned to lead. Of course. Two years. How could a couple of hallway glances and one almost-invitation erase that?
He suddenly felt ridiculous in his carefully chosen outfit, like a pathetic imitation trying to steal something that was never his. A loser. A backstabbing, delusional loser.
He veered sharply toward the drinks table instead, grabbing a can of beer and then another. The cold metal bit into his palm. Drink it away. Just drink until the feelings stop hurting.
Taeyong and Jungwoo were deep in their game, laughing and shouting, completely oblivious as Doyoung slipped out the side door with his drinks. The cool night air kissed his flushed skin. He found the wooden steps leading down toward the lake, mostly hidden from the main party noise, and sat down hard. The mini skirt rode up his thighs but he didn’t care.
Stupid. So fucking stupid. How could he think Jaehyun would actually choose him?
Doyoung was just the soft, quiet best friend. The safe, pretty shadow. Not the fiery one who kept an alpha like Jaehyun hooked for two years.
He cracked open the first beer and drank deeply, the bitter taste matching the ache in his chest. Then the second. His head started to swim pleasantly, scents and emotions blurring together.
He looked at Taeyong. Not you. Never you.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to ruin his glitter. He hugged his knees, skirt pooling around him, blonde hair falling forward as he took another long sip.
Footsteps.
Heavy. Deliberate. Coming down the steps behind him.
Doyoung froze, heart suddenly racing despite the alcohol haze. He slowly turned his head, doe eyes wide and glassy.
Jaehyun stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a cup. The moonlight carved shadows along his sharp jawline and broad shoulders. His scent rolled over Doyoung like a tide, stronger now, laced with something darker and hungrier than earlier in the hallway.
Those intense eyes dragged slowly over the omega: from the glitter sparkling on his cheeks, down the open collar of the white blouse, to the short pink skirt riding high on smooth thighs.
Jaehyun paused at the top of the wooden steps. Doyoung turned back around, He curled in on himself, knees drawn to his chest, the tiny pink pleated skirt riding dangerously high on his smooth thighs. The cool night air did nothing to calm the burn in his cheeks or the sting behind his eyes.
A single glittering tear had already slipped free, tracing a shiny path down his bunny-soft cheek and threatening to ruin the carefully applied shimmer.
He looked small. Delicate. Heartbroken in a way that made his vanilla-peach scent turn sweeter, almost fragile, like overripe fruit on the verge of spoiling.
The footsteps continued down the stairs. Slow. Intentional “Doyoung?”
That deep, smoky voice wrapped around him like a physical touch. Doyoung startled slightly, doe eyes wide and glassy as he looked up again. Another tear clung to his lashes, making them sparkle under the distant party lights. His glossy pink lips parted, but no sound came out at first.
Jaehyun stood there for a beat, taking him in. The alpha’s sharp jaw tightened. His dark eyes softened at the corners when he saw the tears, but the hunger didn’t disappear, it only layered with something gentler, more protective. His cedarwood and smoke scent surged forward, rich and enveloping, cutting through the alcohol haze and the lake breeze like it was meant to comfort and claim at the same time.
Without a word, Jaehyun lowered his tall frame and sat down right beside Doyoung on the narrow wooden step. Their shoulders brushed. The alpha’s thigh, solid and warm through his jeans, pressed lightly against Doyoung’s bare leg.
The proximity was immediate and overwhelming. Jaehyun was so big next to him, broad shoulders, long legs stretched out, one arm resting casually on his own knee while the other hovered like he wanted to reach out but was holding back.
“You’re crying,” Jaehyun murmured, voice low and rough, almost pained. He turned his head to look directly at Doyoung, their faces close enough that Doyoung could feel the warmth of his breath. “Hey… what happened?”
Doyoung quickly wiped at his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing a bit of glitter, but the tears kept threatening to fall. The beer buzz made everything feel too bright, too raw. “N-nothing,” he whispered, voice small and breathy. “I’m fine. Just… stupid.”
Jaehyun didn’t buy it. He shifted closer, his broad shoulder now fully pressing against Doyoung’s smaller one, steadying him. The alpha’s scent deepened, curling around the omega like a warm blanket laced with something darker, want, curiosity, that unmistakable alpha pull. Up close, Doyoung could smell the faint trace of beer on him too, mixed with the clean, masculine warmth of his skin.
“You don’t look fine,” Jaehyun said gently. One large hand finally moved, hesitating only a second before resting on Doyoung’s back, right between his shoulder blades. The touch was warm and surprisingly careful through the thin white blouse. “Was someone bothering you in there? Tell me.”
Doyoung shook his head, blonde waves falling forward to partially hide his flushed face. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure Jaehyun could hear it. Sitting this close, thigh to thigh, with Jaehyun’s hand on his back… it was everything he had secretly fantasized about. But the guilt was vicious.
Taeyong. Taeyong is inside right now. Your best friend
Doyoung swallowed hard, the warmth of Jaehyun’s large hand seeping through the thin fabric of his blouse and making his skin tingle. He could feel the alpha’s steady heartbeat where their shoulders pressed together, smell the rich layers of cedarwood and smoke wrapping around his own fragile vanilla scent like it belonged there.
“I’m… I’m just being emotional,” Doyoung whispered at first, then forced a soft, shaky laugh that sounded almost convincing. He wiped at his cheek again, smearing more glitter, and tilted his head to look up at Jaehyun with those big, watery doe eyes.
“Senior year stuff, you know? Everything feels too big. The party’s loud, I drank too fast on an empty stomach… stupid things. Don’t worry about it.”
He laughed again,lighter this time, trying to sell it and even managed a small, self-deprecating smile that made his bunny cheeks round out adorably.
The guilt still twisted in his chest, but Jaehyun’s closeness was drowning it out, wave after wave of alpha presence making his head fuzzy in the best and worst ways.
Jaehyun watched him for a long second, dark eyes searching Doyoung’s face like he could see straight through the lie. Then the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a crooked smirk.
“Stupid things, huh?” he echoed, voice low and teasing. “Careful, or I’ll start thinking you’re out here practicing for the next school play. ‘Tragic Omega by the Lake, Act One.’ Complete with glitter tears and everything. Ten out of ten, would buy tickets.”
Doyoung let out a surprised giggle, the sound bubbling up despite himself. The joke landed perfectly silly enough to cut through the heavy tension, warm enough that the alpha’s eyes crinkled with it. Jaehyun’s hand rubbed a slow, soothing circle between his shoulder blades, and Doyoung’s breath hitched at the casual possessiveness of it.
Jaehyun leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing Doyoung’s ear. “But seriously…This party’s boring as hell. Same people, same drama, same watered-down beer. I’ve got my car parked out front.” He paused, pulling back just enough to meet Doyoung’s gaze, something darker and sweeter threading through his scent. “We should ditch this place. Go for a drive. Windows down, music loud. Just… breathe for a bit. What do you say, Doie?”
The pet name slipped out so naturally it made Doyoung’s heart stutter. His thighs pressed together under the short pink skirt, a fresh wave of sweet vanilla blooming between them before he could stop it. He bit his glossy lower lip, glancing back toward the house where the party lights flashed and where Taeyong was still laughing inside.
But Jaehyun was right here, solid, warm, looking at him like he was the only thing worth seeing tonight.
Doyoung’s voice came out small and breathless. “Okay… yeah. Let’s go.” Doyoung nodded shyly, a soft, tipsy smile tugging at his glossy lips. The alcohol made everything feel softer around the edges, warmer, like the world had been dipped in honey. He let Jaehyun guide him.
The alpha’s hand settled lightly at the small of his back, possessive but gentle as they walked together along the side of Johnny’s house toward the front driveway. Doyoung’s short pink pleated skirt swished with every step, brushing against his smooth thighs. He clutched the half-empty beer can for a second longer before spotting a recycling bin near the garage. With a little giggle, he tossed it in, the metallic clink echoing in the night air.
Jaehyun’s low chuckle rumbled beside him. “Good omega.” The words sent a warm shiver racing down Doyoung’s spine, straight to the pit of his stomach. His vanilla scent sweetened again, thicker now with the haze of beer.
When they reached the sleek black car, Jaehyun stepped ahead and opened the passenger door with smooth confidence, holding it wide. “In you go, princess.”
Doyoung’s bunny cheeks flushed deeper pink at the nickname. He slid into the leather seat, the cool material a shock against the backs of his bare thighs. The short skirt rode up dangerously high as he settled, but he didn’t bother fixing it. Jaehyun’s eyes flicked down for a brief, heated second before he closed the door with a solid click.
The alpha rounded the car and dropped into the driver’s seat, the vehicle dipping slightly under his broader frame. The moment the engine purred to life, soft, slow jazz filled the interior, smooth saxophone and gentle piano, the kind of music that felt like velvet sliding over skin. The bass vibrated low through the seats.
Doyoung let his head fall back against the headrest with a contented sigh, blonde waves spilling messily around his flushed face. The world felt light. Floaty. The guilt was still there, somewhere far away, drowned under layers of alcohol and the overwhelming presence of Jaehyun’s cedar-smoke scent filling the enclosed space.
“Mmm… this is nice,” he murmured, voice soft and a little slurry, words melting together. He turned his head lazily toward the alpha, doe eyes half-lidded and sparkling. “You’re nice. Car’s nice. Everything’s… hot.” A tiny, breathy laugh escaped him as he fanned himself dramatically with one hand, the other resting on his own thigh where the skirt had bunched up.
Jaehyun glanced over, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips as he took in the sight of the tipsy, glittering omega beside him, cheeks rosy, lips shiny, legs slightly parted in the passenger seat.
“Yeah?” Jaehyun’s voice was lower now, rougher. “You look pretty hot yourself, Doyoung.” His eyes dragged slowly down the length of Doyoung’s body before returning to the road. He shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the house, the tires crunching softly over gravel.
The cool night wind slipped through the cracked windows as they drove, carrying away the distant thump of the party. Inside the car it was just the two of them, slow jazz, and the thick, heady mix of their scents slowly tangling together.
Doyoung hummed happily, drunk and dizzy and glowing, letting his head loll toward the window as the dark scenery blurred past. For the first time in months, the ache in his chest felt quiet. Replaced by something warmer. Dangerous. Addictive.
Jaehyun reached over and gently rested a large, warm hand on Doyoung’s thigh, thumb brushing slow circles against the soft skin just under the hem of the tiny pink skirt.
“Relax,” he murmured, voice like dark honey. “I’ve got you.”
Doyoung let the cool night wind whip through his blonde hair as he leaned his head out the open passenger window, eyes half-closed, a lazy, tipsy smile playing on his glossy lips. The slow jazz crooned through the speakers, low and sensual, but it was nothing compared to the thick, heavy alpha pheromones pouring off Jaehyun.
Every few seconds, Jaehyun’s eyes flicked from the dark road to the omega beside him. Doyoung could feel it, that hungry, burning stare tracing the curve of his exposed thighs, the way his short pink pleated skirt had ridden up dangerously high from sitting, the soft swell of his ass peeking out against the leather seat.
The tension in the car was suffocating in the best way. Jaehyun’s cedarwood and smoke scent had grown darker, richer, laced with raw alpha musk that made Doyoung’s head spin worse than the beer. His own vanilla aroma was blooming wildly now, sweet and needy, mixing with the unmistakable slick scent of arousal.
Doyoung pulled his head back inside just enough to glance over at Jaehyun. Their eyes met. The alpha’s jaw was tight, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Doyoung’s doe eyes sparkled with tipsy mischief as a slow, knowing little smirk curved his pink lips.
“Something wrong?” he asked, voice soft and slurry, but dripping with fake innocence, Jaehyun’s gaze dropped shamelessly to Doyoung’s lap, then back up. “You’re killing me”
That did it.
Doyoung’s heart hammered as heat flooded between his legs. He was getting so wet, slick already soaking the thin cotton panties clinging to his puffy pussy. The sticky warmth made his thighs press together instinctively, but the ache only grew.
With a shaky, excited breath, he reached under the tiny skirt. His fingers hooked into the waistband of his panties and slowly slid them down his smooth legs. The soaked fabric dragged teasingly against his slick folds before he lifted one foot, then the other, pulling them off completely. He balled the damp cotton up and tossed it carelessly into the backseat with a soft giggle.
Jaehyun’s sharp inhale was audible over the music.
Doyoung turned his head to look at him again, biting his glossy lower lip. He gave the alpha the flirtiest, most inviting look he could manage, big doe eyes heavy with lust, cheeks flushed deep pink, a shy but bold little smile.
Then, without another word, he leaned his head back out the window, letting the wind catch his blonde waves again. He arched his back just slightly, pushing his ass out more on the seat. The short pleated skirt flipped up easily in the breeze, completely exposing his bare, glistening pussy to Jaehyun’s view.
Pink, puffy folds shiny with slick. Smooth thighs trembling just a little. The cool night air kissed his overheated, dripping cunt as the car sped down the empty road.
Jaehyun let out a low, guttural groan, the sound pure alpha.
“Fuck, Doyoung…” His voice was wrecked, thick with hunger. One hand left the wheel to grip Doyoung’s bare thigh hard, fingers digging into soft flesh as he tried to keep the car steady. His scent exploded in the small space, dominant, possessive, and so aroused it made Doyoung whimper quietly, more slick leaking from his exposed hole.
The tension was electric now. Jaehyun’s eyes kept darting between the road and the obscene, pretty sight between Doyoung’s spread thighs, his breathing rough.
Doyoung kept his head tilted out the open window, blonde waves whipping wildly in the night wind, lips parted as he breathed in the cool air. The rush of speed mixed with the heavy thrum of arousal made him feel dizzy in the best way, drunk, reckless, and so turned on he could barely think.
Jaehyun’s grip on his thigh tightened instantly.
“Careful,” the alpha growled, voice low and rough like gravel. One large hand stayed firmly on the wheel while the other slid higher up Doyoung’s smooth thigh, then gripped harder, possessive, steadying. “Don’t want you falling out the damn window, baby.”
He used that hold to pin Doyoung’s leg down against the leather seat, keeping him securely in place. The move spread Doyoung’s thighs a little wider, the short pink pleated skirt now completely bunched up around his waist, leaving his bare, dripping pussy fully exposed and glistening under the occasional flash of passing streetlights.
Doyoung let out a soft, needy whimper as Jaehyun’s strong fingers dug into his soft flesh, pinning him down with effortless alpha strength. The sensation of being held like that, controlled, protected, claimed, sent another thick gush of slick leaking from his puffy folds, trailing down onto the seat.
Jaehyun’s nostrils flared, drinking in the sweet, heady scent of Doyoung’s arousal flooding the car. His cedarwood-smoke pheromones surged even darker, thicker, wrapping around Doyoung like a vice.
“Fuck… look at you,” Jaehyun muttered, eyes darting repeatedly from the road to the obscene sight between Doyoung’s legs. His thumb brushed right against the slick-soaked skin of Doyoung’s inner thigh, teasingly close to his dripping cunt but not quite touching. “Soaking…”
Doyoung moaned softly, the sound nearly lost in the wind, but he kept his head out the window, back slightly arched, letting Jaehyun drink in every inch of his exposed, glistening cunt while the alpha’s hand kept him firmly pinned and safe against the seat.
Jaehyun’s grip tightened even more, fingers pressing deep enough to leave faint marks on Doyoung’s pale thigh. The car slowed just a fraction as the alpha fought to keep his focus on the empty road.
“You keep flashing that wet pussy at me and I’m not gonna make it another mile,” Jaehyun warned, voice strained with raw hunger. His thumb finally dragged slowly through the slick coating Doyoung’s folds, teasing the sensitive skin just beside his leaking hole.
“Jaehyun…” Doyoung gasped, thighs trembling under the alpha’s pinning hold.
“Get back in here.” The alpha’s tone was low, rough, and brooked no argument. His hand tightened possessively on Doyoung’s thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to make the omega shiver.
Doyoung obeyed instantly, pulling his head back inside the car with a soft, tipsy giggle. He settled properly into the passenger seat, though the tiny pink pleated skirt stayed bunched uselessly around his waist, leaving his bare, dripping pussy completely on display. Slick glistened on his puffy folds and inner thighs under the dim glow of the dashboard lights. He turned his head to look at Jaehyun, doe eyes heavy with lust and alcohol.
Jaehyun was silently falling apart.
His jaw was clenched so tight the muscle ticked, knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel. His broad chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, but his cedarwood-smoke scent had turned feral, thick, dominant, and so heavy it made the air inside the car feel syrupy. He kept his eyes glued to the road, fighting for control, but the tension rolling off him was palpable.
Doyoung bit his glossy lip, cheeks flushed as he watched the alpha struggle. His voice came out small, breathy, and still a little slurred “…Do you have a spot?”
Jaehyun let out a short, strained breath, glancing over at Doyoung for a heated second before focusing back on the dark road.
“I’m already heading there,” he growled, voice wrecked. “A quiet little place by the river. No one around this late.”
Doyoung’s heart fluttered wildly. His gaze drifted lower, unable to help himself.
Jaehyun was hard as hell.
The thick, heavy outline of his alpha cock strained obscenely against the front of his jeans, the massive bulge leaving nothing to the imagination. It looked painfully confined, long, thick, and unmistakably huge, the head of it pressing visibly against the denim. A small wet spot had already started to form where he was leaking pre-cum.
Doyoung’s breath hitched. Another fresh gush of slick leaked from his needy pussy at the sight, dripping slowly onto the leather seat. His thighs trembled, pressing together instinctively only for his own slick to make them slide wetly against each other.
“Jaehyun…” he whispered, voice cracking with want, eyes locked on that massive bulge. “You’re so hard…”
The alpha let out a dangerous, low sound, half groan, half warning, and his hand slid higher up Doyoung’s thigh again, fingers brushing teasingly against the soaked folds of his exposed cunt.
Jaehyun rasped, barely holding onto the last threads of his control. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
Doyoung stared at the massive bulge straining against Jaehyun’s jeans, lips parted, breath coming in shallow little pants. A tiny voice in the back of his hazy mind whispered (that’s Taeyong’s ex. Your best friend’s alpha. The one who made him cry. You’re such a horrible friend)
But the thought dissolved as quickly as it appeared.
Right now, Doyoung didn’t give a single fuck.
The alcohol, the overwhelming alpha scent flooding the car, and the aching emptiness between his legs drowned everything else out. All he could focus on was how huge Jaehyun looked, how good he smelled, and how badly he wanted that thick cock stretching him open.
He didn’t even realize he was speaking until the words slipped out, soft and slurry and shameless.
“…I want it,” Doyoung whispered, eyes still glued to Jaehyun’s crotch. His small hand slid down his own body, fingers brushing over his soaked, puffy pussy as he spread his thighs a little wider in the seat. “I don’t care… I just want you.”
Jaehyun’s grip on the steering wheel tightened dangerously, a low, feral sound rumbling in his chest. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, baby.”
Doyoung let out a needy little whine, cheeks burning as another thick trickle of slick ran down his folds. He really didn’t. He had no clue how rough Jaehyun could get, how possessive an alpha like him became once he sunk his teeth and cock into an omega. But the warning only made his pussy clench around nothing, more wetness leaking onto the seat.
“I don’t care,” he repeated, voice breathy and drunk. His doe eyes finally lifted to meet Jaehyun’s, glazed with lust and zero remorse.
He leaned over the center console, one small hand boldly sliding up Jaehyun’s thigh, stopping just short of that massive, throbbing outline.
Jaehyun cursed under his breath, hips twitching involuntarily toward Doyoung’s teasing fingers.
“Fuck, Doyoung…” The alpha’s voice was wrecked, barely hanging onto control. “You’re really testing me.”
Doyoung just smiled, slow, tipsy, and dangerously sweet as his fingers finally brushed over the huge bulge, feeling the burning heat and thickness through the denim. His pussy throbbed harder at the size of it.
He really, really didn’t give a fuck tonight.
All he wanted was to be ruined by his best friend’s ex.
Jaehyun finally pulled off the quiet road into a secluded, dark clearing overlooking the river. The headlights cut off, plunging them into near darkness broken only by moonlight and the faint glow of the dashboard. The slow jazz still played low in the background.
The second the car was in park, Doyoung was already moving, clumsy and eager in his drunk, needy state. He climbed over the center console, short pink pleated skirt riding all the way up around his waist as he straddled Jaehyun’s lap.
His bare, dripping pussy pressed hot and slick against the massive bulge in Jaehyun’s jeans.
Jaehyun’s hands shot up immediately, gripping Doyoung’s tiny waist with strong fingers, steadying him.
“Easy, baby,” he growled, but there was no real protest. With one smooth motion, Jaehyun reached down and reclined the driver’s seat all the way back, giving them more space. The new angle let Doyoung settle fully on top of him, thighs spread wide over the alpha’s powerful legs, skirt flipped up uselessly, slick already soaking through Jaehyun’s jeans.
Doyoung sat there, hands resting on Jaehyun’s broad chest, looking down at him with big, innocent doe eyes and a flirty little smile. His blonde hair was messy from the wind, glitter still sparkling on his flushed bunny cheeks, glossy lips parted. He looked like pure temptation wrapped in sugar.
Jaehyun was losing his mind.
He wanted to flip Doyoung over, shove that tiny skirt higher, and fuck him raw until the omega was crying and creaming all over his cock. His hands flexed hard on Doyoung’s narrow waist, thumbs digging into soft skin as his alpha pheromones poured out thick and dominant. His massive erection throbbed violently beneath Doyoung’s soaked cunt, straining painfully against his jeans.
But he held perfectly still. Jaw clenched.
Breathing rough. Just staring up at the pretty omega sitting so innocently on his lap like he wasn’t dripping all over him.
Doyoung tilted his head, biting his lower lip with a shy, flirty little giggle. “Jaehyun…” he whispered sweetly, rolling his hips in a tiny, experimental circle that made his slick smear messily over the alpha’s bulge.
Jaehyun’s eyes darkened, He surged forward, one hand sliding up to cup the back of Doyoung’s head, fingers threading into soft blonde hair as he crashed their mouths together. The kiss was deep, hungry, and claiming. Nothing gentle about it. Jaehyun kissed like he was starving, tongue pushing past Doyoung’s glossy lips, tasting the sweetness of strawberry lip tint and beer and pure omega.
Doyoung whimpered into the kiss, melting instantly. His small hands fisted in Jaehyun’s shirt as he kissed back just as desperately, hips grinding down harder against that thick, hard cock trapped between them. Slick poured freely now, soaking Jaehyun’s jeans as their scents exploded together, cedarwood, smoke, vanilla, and peach turning the inside of the car into pure pheromone haze.
Jaehyun groaned against Doyoung’s mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them, and finally let one hand slide down to grip a handful of Doyoung’s bare ass, squeezing hard.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he rasped against Doyoung’s lips before diving back in, kissing him even deeper.
The kiss ignited something feral in both of them.
Jaehyun’s mouth claimed Doyoung’s with bruising intensity, tongue sliding deep, tasting every sweet corner of the omega’s mouth. He held Doyoung flush against his chest with one strong arm wrapped around his tiny waist, keeping him locked in place while his other hand tangled in those soft blonde waves. Doyoung whimpered into the kiss, melting completely, his small body trembling as he started to move.
He rolled his hips slowly at first, then with more confidence, grinding his bare, dripping pussy down against the massive bulge in Jaehyun’s jeans. The soaked folds of his cunt dragged hot and slick along the thick, hard outline of the alpha’s cock, leaving a messy trail of slick every time he rocked forward. The friction made Doyoung’s breath hitch, his clit catching perfectly against the rough denim with every grind.
“Mmmahh…” Doyoung moaned high and cute against Jaehyun’s lips, the sound sweet and needy, almost like a little whine. He broke the kiss just enough to gasp for air, forehead pressed to Jaehyun’s, before diving back in, kissing him sloppily, desperately.
Jaehyun groaned deeply, the vibration rumbling through his broad chest. His hand slid down from Doyoung’s waist to grip a full, generous handful of his plump ass, squeezing hard and guiding his movements. He helped Doyoung grind harder, faster, spreading one cheek slightly so the omega’s leaking hole dragged right along the length of his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, baby… just like that,” Jaehyun murmured hotly against Doyoung’s swollen lips, then kissed him even deeper, tongue fucking into his mouth in time with the roll of his hips. He held Doyoung impossibly close, chest to chest, one arm banded around his back like he never wanted to let go.
Doyoung’s moans grew higher, breathier, cuter with every grind. His petite body shuddered as slick poured out of him, completely soaking Jaehyun’s jeans.
“Jaehyun… please…” he begged between kisses, voice cracking into a high, whimpery plea. “I need you… I’m so empty—ahh!—please, I want your cock… want you to fuck me so bad…”
The words hit Jaehyun like a punch to the chest. A rush of butterflies exploded in his stomach, raw, unexpected, almost painful in how sweet they felt. This pretty little omega, Taeyong’s best friend, is sitting on his lap in a tiny pink skirt with his pussy dripping all over him, moaning so cutely and begging so shamelessly… it was driving him insane.
Doyoung was devastatingly pretty like this.
Glitter sparkling on flushed bunny cheeks, big doe eyes glassy with lust and alcohol, glossy pink lips swollen from kissing, blonde hair messy and wild around his face. His tiny waist fit perfectly in Jaehyun’s hands, and the way his soft thighs trembled on either side of Jaehyun’s hips made the alpha feel like he might actually die if he didn’t bury himself inside him soon.
“Shit… you’re gonna kill me, Doyoung,” Jaehyun rasped, voice wrecked. He kissed him again, slower this time, deeper, savoring the taste of him while his hand kneaded and spread Doyoung’s ass, fingers teasing dangerously close to his slick entrance.
Doyoung kept grinding desperately, hips rolling in needy little circles, whimpering and moaning into Jaehyun’s mouth like he couldn’t stop. “Please… alpha… I’ve wanted this for so long… please fuck me”
Jaehyun’s control finally snapped.
He pulled back just enough to look at Doyoung’s flushed, desperate face, eyes dark with hunger he reached between them and quickly unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet car. He popped the button of his jeans and dragged the zipper down, freeing the massive, throbbing length of his alpha cock.
It sprang up heavy and thick between them, the fat head already glistening with pre-cum, veins pulsing along the impressive shaft. It was huge, easily enough to make any omega nervous, and it twitched eagerly as Doyoung’s slick dripped onto it.
Doyoung pulled back just enough to look down between their bodies, his big doe eyes widening at the sight of Jaehyun’s massive cock. The thick, veined length throbbed heavily against his soaked pussy, the fat head already smeared with Doyoung’s slick. It looked obscene, way too big for his petite frame.
He let out a tipsy, breathy giggle, the sound high and cute and a little nervous, his cheeks flushing even deeper as he rolled his hips again. His dripping folds dragged messily along the entire length of that monster cock, coating it thoroughly.
“Jaehyun… wait…slow,” Doyoung whispered, voice slurry and sweet, still grinding in lazy, drunk circles. “You’re so big… I’m not gonna handle that monster all at once. Please? Be slow for me… I’m small, alpha…”
Another giggle escaped him as he pressed down harder, letting the thick head nudge right against his slick entrance. He was a mess already, blonde hair tousled, glitter smeared on his flushed bunny cheeks, glossy lips swollen and shiny with spit. His tiny pink pleated skirt was bunched uselessly around his waist, and his bare, puffy pussy kept leaking all over Jaehyun’s cock and jeans.
Jaehyun’s hands gripped Doyoung’s narrow waist tighter, thumbs pressing into soft skin as he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust up and bury himself to the hilt. “Fuck..,” he groaned, voice wrecked. One hand left Doyoung’s waist and reached into the side pocket of the reclined seat, pulling out a condom packet.
“I’ve got one,” Jaehyun said, holding it up between them, his dark eyes locked on Doyoung’s tear-glazed ones. “You sure about this, pretty? We can stop if…”
Doyoung shook his head quickly, another soft, needy giggle bubbling out as he snatched the packet from Jaehyun’s fingers. “No stopping. I want it… want you.” His small hands trembled with excitement and alcohol as he tore the wrapper open. He shifted back slightly on Jaehyun’s thighs, giving himself room, then wrapped both hands around the thick base of Jaehyun’s cock.
“Help me,” Doyoung murmured shyly, looking up through his lashes with that innocent-flirty expression that made Jaehyun’s chest tighten.
Jaehyun cursed under his breath, leaning back against the reclined seat as Doyoung’s delicate fingers worked the condom over his massive length. The omega was clumsy from the beer, but so eager, rolling the latex slowly down the throbbing shaft, stretching it tight around the impressive girth. His tongue poked out in concentration, cheeks pink, while more slick dripped from his exposed pussy onto Jaehyun’s balls.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jaehyun breathed, voice rough with arousal. “Helping me cover my cock so you can ride it… such a good little omega.”
Doyoung let out a high, cute moan at the praise, finishing rolling the condom all the way to the base. The thin barrier was stretched obscenely tight around the huge alpha cock, the head still visibly bulging. He gave it one slow stroke with both hands, spreading more of his own slick over the latex, then looked back up at Jaehyun with glassy, pleading eyes.
“Slow, okay?” he reminded, already climbing higher again, positioning himself so the condom-covered tip pressed right against his fluttering, dripping hole.
“I’ll go slow,” Jaehyun promised, hands returning to Doyoung’s tiny waist, holding him steady. “Breathe for me, baby.”
Doyoung nodded, biting his glossy lip as he began to sink down. The moment the thick head breached him, his eyes filled with tears. “Ahh!” A broken sob escaped as the stretch burned, even with all the slick. “It’s… it’s really big… oh god”
Tears spilled down his glittery bunny cheeks immediately. He kept going anyway, whimpering and giggling through the overwhelming sensation as another inch pushed inside. Jaehyun held perfectly still, jaw clenched, one hand rubbing soothing circles on Doyoung’s back while the other gripped his ass, guiding him gently but not forcing.
“That’s it… good omega. You’re taking me so well,” Jaehyun murmured, voice low and strained. He leaned up to kiss away the tears, tasting salt and shimmer on his tongue. “So tight and wet, even with the condom… fuck, Doyoung.”
Doyoung cried softly as he worked himself down further, halfway in and already feeling impossibly full, a small bulge forming in his lower tummy. “It hurts… but it feels so good,” he sobbed, drunk and delirious, rolling his hips in tiny circles to adjust. More tears streamed down as slick gushed around the thick intrusion, helping the condom slide deeper. “You’re splitting me open, alpha… I can feel every inch…”
Jaehyun groaned, pulling Doyoung into a deep, messy kiss. Their tongues tangled sloppily while Doyoung continued sinking, crying into Jaehyun’s mouth until he finally bottomed out with a broken wail. His ass pressed flush against Jaehyun’s thighs, the entire monster cock buried inside his clenching pussy.
“Oh my god… it’s so deep,” Doyoung sobbed, forehead pressed to Jaehyun’s, fresh tears pouring down. “I feel you in my stomach… you’re so big fuck…” He giggled through the crying, a high, wrecked sound, and started grinding slowly, experimentally.
Jaehyun’s hands flexed on Doyoung’s waist, fighting every instinct to snap his hips up. The omega looked devastating like this, crying prettily, glitter and mascara streaking his flushed cheeks, blonde hair messy, tiny body trembling on his cock. Butterflies exploded in Jaehyun’s chest again, mixed with raw, possessive hunger.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” Jaehyun rasped, kissing him deeper, one hand sliding under the skirt to grip and spread Doyoung’s ass. “Move when you’re ready, baby. Ride me.”
Doyoung obeyed with a needy whimper. He lifted himself a little, then sank back down, sobbing cutely at the drag. His movements were messy and uncoordinated from the alcohol, but he quickly found a rhythm, bouncing shallowly at first, then taking more with every stroke. High-pitched moans and sobs filled the car, mixing with the wet sounds of his slick pussy working over the condom-covered cock.
“Jaehyun ahh! Alpha, please…” Doyoung begged, tears flying with every bounce. “Move with me… I can take it now—please fuck me”
Jaehyun finally let go, thrusting up gently to meet Doyoung’s movements. The car began rocking steadily as their pace built. He held Doyoung close, one arm banded around his narrow back, the other guiding his hips, kissing him through every cry and moan.
Doyoung cried harder as pleasure overtook the burn, his small hands clutching Jaehyun’s shoulders. “So good… you’re so deep ahh! I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted you even when you were with…fuck”
The confession slipped out in his drunk haze, making Jaehyun growl possessively. He thrust harder, the wet slap of skin and the obscene squelch of Doyoung’s slick growing louder.
“You’re mine tonight,” Jaehyun snarled against his lips, pounding up into that tight heat. “All fucking mine, baby.”
Doyoung wailed, nodding frantically as tears streamed down. He came suddenly with a broken scream, pussy clenching and gushing around Jaehyun’s thick cock, the condom catching everything as his body shook violently. He kept riding through it, grinding desperately, sobbing Jaehyun’s name over and over.
Jaehyun didn’t stop. He flipped them carefully on the reclined seats so Doyoung was on his back, one leg hooked over his shoulder. The new angle let him drive even deeper, fucking Doyoung with long, powerful strokes while the omega cried and trembled beneath him.
“Too much! It’s too deep, alpha ahh!” Doyoung sobbed, mascara running in dark streaks, glitter sparkling through the mess on his cheeks. Yet his legs wrapped tighter around Jaehyun, pulling him closer, heels digging into the alpha’s back. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop”
Jaehyun leaned down, kissing him messily, swallowing every sob as he railed him harder. The car windows were completely fogged now, the slow jazz long forgotten under the sounds of their heavy sex. Doyoung came again, squirting around the thick cock, crying so hard his voice went hoarse.
“You’re ruining me…” Doyoung whimpered through tears, looking up at Jaehyun with glassy, adoring eyes. “Cum inside me… please, even with the condom...fill me up”
Jaehyun groaned deeply, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. He came hard, thick ropes of cum pulsing into the condom, the sensation pushing Doyoung into one final shattering orgasm. The omega sobbed and shook, clinging to Jaehyun as he felt the heat and pressure of it, even through the latex.
They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard. Doyoung was still softly crying and giggling in the aftershocks, face buried in Jaehyun’s neck while the alpha stroked his back and hair tenderly, kissing the top of his messy blonde head.
“Such a good boy,” Jaehyun murmured, voice rough but warm. “My pretty crying omega… you did so well.”
Doyoung just whimpered happily, drunk, messy, thoroughly ruined, and completely lost in the haze of pleasure and alpha scent, guilt somewhere far away, at least for tonight.
Jaehyun stayed buried deep inside Doyoung for a long minute, both of them breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and the heavy scent of sex. He pressed soft, lingering kisses to Doyoung’s tear-streaked cheeks, his forehead, and swollen lips, murmuring quiet praises.
“You were perfect, baby… so good for me.”
Finally, Jaehyun gripped the base of his cock and slowly, carefully, began to pull out.
Doyoung whimpered pathetically at the drag, fresh tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as the thick, condom-covered length left him empty and gaping. A rush of slick and residual cum leaked from his abused pussy onto the seat.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Jaehyun soothed, voice low and gentle. He quickly tied off the used condom and set it aside, then grabbed a small pack of wipes from the glove compartment. With surprising tenderness for someone who had just railed him into the next dimension, Jaehyun cleaned Doyoung up between his trembling thighs. He wiped away the mess carefully, murmuring soft apologies whenever Doyoung hissed at the sensitivity.
Doyoung was barely responsive now, drunk and fucked-out, eyelids heavy, body limp and pliant. His head lolled against the seat as Jaehyun gently lifted him off his seat and settled him back into the passenger seat. The tiny pink pleated skirt was wrinkled and damp, riding high on his hips. Jaehyun pulled it down as best he could to cover him, then reclined the passenger seat slightly so Doyoung could rest more comfortably.
Jaehyun took care of himself next. He cleaned up the mess on his stomach and thighs, tucked his softening but still impressive cock back into his jeans, and zipped up. He cracked the window, tossed the tied condom out into the dark grass near the river, and adjusted his own seat back to upright.
When everything was sorted, Jaehyun turned to look at the omega beside him.
Doyoung was a beautiful disaster.
Blonde waves messy and sticking to his damp forehead, glitter and mascara streaked down his flushed bunny cheeks in artistic chaos, glossy lips kiss-swollen and slightly open. His doe eyes were half-lidded, glassy with exhaustion and leftover pleasure, but his lips curved in a soft, dazed, happy little smile. He looked thoroughly ruined and utterly content.
A bright, euphoric laugh bubbled out of Jaehyun’s chest before he could stop it. The sound was warm, deep, and genuinely delighted.
“God… look at you,” Jaehyun chuckled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from Doyoung’s sticky cheek. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
Doyoung’s eyes crinkled, and he let out a weak, breathy laugh too, soft and giggly, still a little slurred. The sound made Jaehyun’s chest feel impossibly light. They laughed together quietly in the foggy car, riding the high of endorphins, sex, and the strange, giddy relief of finally crossing that forbidden line.
“I want to do that again,” Jaehyun said, still smiling as he stared at Doyoung with dark, fond eyes. “Like… a lot. Preferably when you’re not half-passed out.”
Doyoung hummed happily, a soft, sweet little sound as he nuzzled his cheek against the headrest, looking at Jaehyun with sleepy affection. “Mmm… yeah.”
Jaehyun’s grin widened. He reached over and gently squeezed Doyoung’s thigh, thumb stroking the soft skin just under the hem of the skirt.
“You hungry, baby?” he asked, voice warm and teasing. “All that crying and riding probably worked up an appetite. We can grab something quick, burgers, fries, whatever you want. Or ice cream if you’re feeling sweet.”
Doyoung’s stomach gave a quiet, traitorous rumble at the mention of food. He giggled again, eyes fluttering as he fought to stay awake, one small hand lazily reaching out to hold onto Jaehyun’s wrist where it rested on his thigh.
“Food sounds nice…” he mumbled, voice hoarse from moaning and crying. “But… can we stay here a little longer? Just… like this….i can't move my legs yet” Jaehyun’s expression softened further. He brought Doyoung’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
“Yeah. We can stay till you're okay.”
The slow jazz still played faintly through the speakers as the two of them sat in comfortable silence, the river shimmering under the moonlight outside. Jaehyun kept his hand on Doyoung’s thigh, gently stroking, while the drunk, thoroughly fucked omega dozed happily beside him, cheeks pink, lips curved in a satisfied little smile.
Jaehyun let them sit in comfortable silence for another ten minutes, the fogged windows slowly clearing as the cool river breeze slipped through the cracked opening. Doyoung’s small hand stayed loosely wrapped around his wrist, thumb occasionally stroking lazily. The omega looked so soft and content that Jaehyun had to fight the urge to pull him back onto his lap again.
Eventually, he started the engine. “Alright, princess. Let’s get you some food before you pass out for real.”
Doyoung hummed happily, stretching like a sleepy kitten in the passenger seat. His tiny pink pleated skirt was still slightly askew, and his thighs pressed together every now and then as if he could still feel Jaehyun inside him. “Okay… but drive slow. My legs feel like jelly.”
Jaehyun chuckled, low and warm, and reached over to rest his large hand on Doyoung’s bare thigh again, squeezing gently. “That’s my fault. I’ll make it up to you with snacks.”
The drive to the nearest 24-hour convenience store took about fifteen minutes. The roads were empty, streetlights casting soft orange glows across Doyoung’s glitter-streaked face. He kept the window cracked, letting the night air cool his flushed cheeks while humming along to the slow jazz still playing. Every few minutes Jaehyun would glance over, smiling at the sight of the thoroughly wrecked but glowing omega beside him.
When they pulled into the brightly lit parking lot, only a couple of other cars were there. Jaehyun parked close to the entrance and killed the engine. Before Doyoung could unbuckle, Jaehyun leaned over and cupped his chin, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss.
“Mmm..” Doyoung melted into it instantly, making a cute little pleased sound against Jaehyun’s mouth.
Jaehyun pulled back with a smirk. “You still look fucked out. Cute.”
“Shut up,” Doyoung giggled, cheeks turning pink again. He tried to fix his hair in the mirror but only made it messier. “I look like a disaster.”
“You look edible,” Jaehyun corrected, voice dropping. He gave Doyoung’s thigh one last possessive squeeze before climbing out and rounding the car to open the passenger door like a gentleman.
Doyoung took his hand and let himself be helped out. His steps were a little wobbly, so Jaehyun wrapped a strong arm around his tiny waist, pulling him close as they walked into the store. The bell above the door chimed cheerfully.
The bright fluorescent lights made everything feel surreal after the dark intimacy of the car. Doyoung blinked a few times, then broke into a playful grin as the smell of instant ramen and snacks hit him.
“Oh my god, I’m starving,” he declared dramatically, tugging Jaehyun toward the aisles with surprising energy for someone who had just been crying and creaming on a monster cock twenty minutes ago.
Jaehyun stayed glued to his side, hand never leaving Doyoung’s waist. His thumb rubbed slow circles over the soft fabric of the crop top, occasionally slipping under it to touch warm skin. “Lead the way, baby.”
Doyoung was in full playful mode now. He skipped a little in the aisle, the pleated skirt swishing dangerously high on his thighs with every bouncy step. He grabbed two different brands of spicy ramen, holding them up like weighing scales.
“Which one? This one is extra spicy… or this one has cheese?” He tilted his head cutely, batting his lashes. The smeared glitter and mascara only made him look more endearing under the store lights.
Jaehyun stepped behind him, chest pressing against Doyoung’s back as he looked over his shoulder. “Both,” he murmured, lips brushing Doyoung’s ear. “I want to watch you try to eat spicy shit while you’re still drunk.”
Doyoung shivered at the warm breath and giggled, leaning back into Jaehyun’s solid chest. “You’re evil.”
They moved down the aisle like that Jaehyun’s hands, rarely leaving Doyoung’s body. One moment he was resting them on narrow hips, the next sliding down to playfully pat Doyoung’s ass when the omega bent over to grab a pack of seaweed snacks from the bottom shelf. Doyoung squeaked and shot him a scandalized but delighted look over his shoulder.
“Jaehyun!” he whispered, half-laughing. “There’s a cashier!”
“No one’s looking,” Jaehyun replied smugly, giving another light squeeze before letting his hand settle back on Doyoung’s waist. “And even if they are, they’ll just be jealous of me.”
Doyoung’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he grabbed a basket and started filling it with chaotic enthusiasm. Two cups of ramen, cheese slices, kimbap triangles, strawberry milk, a pack of honey butter chips, and a couple of ice cream sandwiches he pressed against his own flushed cheeks with a dramatic sigh.
“It’s still so warm in here… my face is burning,” he complained cutely, looking up at Jaehyun with big, sparkling doe eyes.
Jaehyun took the ice cream from him and replaced it with a gentle kiss on one bunny cheek, then the other. “You’re adorable when you’re drunk and needy.”
“I’m not needy,” Doyoung protested, even as he leaned into the kisses like a cat demanding more pets. He grabbed Jaehyun’s hand and laced their fingers together, swinging their arms playfully while they walked to the drink section. “Okay… maybe a little needy.”
Jaehyun laughed, that deep, euphoric sound again and tugged Doyoung closer, wrapping both arms around him from behind as the omega tried to choose between regular cola and vanilla soda.
“Get the vanilla one,” Jaehyun suggested, chin resting on top of Doyoung’s head. “Matches your scent.”
Doyoung melted at that, humming happily as he dropped the vanilla soda into the basket. He turned in Jaehyun’s arms and looked up at him, suddenly shy despite everything they’d done earlier. “You’re being really touchy.”
“Can’t help it,” Jaehyun admitted, voice low. One hand slid up to cradle Doyoung’s jaw, thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip. “You’re too pretty. And you smell like me now. Makes me happy.”
Doyoung’s scent sweetened instantly at the words, a fresh wave of vanilla-peach blooming between them. He rose on his tiptoes and pressed a quick, playful kiss to Jaehyun’s jaw before darting away toward the instant food section again, giggling when Jaehyun chased after him.
They spent another ten minutes messing around. Doyoung insisted on getting ramyeon with the little sausage packets, then made Jaehyun hold the basket while he dramatically posed with different snacks for “product photos.” Jaehyun indulged him completely, taking silly pictures on his phone and stealing kisses every time Doyoung got too close.
At the checkout, the tired-looking cashier raised an eyebrow at Doyoung’s disheveled state but said nothing. Jaehyun paid for everything, ignoring Doyoung’s half-hearted protests, and carried the two heavy bags with one arm while keeping the other securely around the omega’s shoulders.
Back in the car, Jaehyun started the engine but didn’t drive off right away. Instead, he opened one of the ice cream sandwiches and held it to Doyoung’s lips.
“Here. Eat.”
Doyoung took a bite, eyes fluttering closed in bliss. “Mmm… so good.” He licked a bit of ice cream from the corner of his mouth, then offered the rest to Jaehyun, feeding him playfully.
They sat there for a while, sharing snacks in the parking lot, laughing at nothing and everything. Doyoung’s playful energy slowly mellowed again as the food settled in his stomach, but he stayed clingy, leaning across the console to rest his head on Jaehyun’s shoulder, one hand playing with the collar of the alpha’s shirt.
“You’re really warm,” Doyoung mumbled happily, nuzzling closer. “And you smell nice… even after sex.”
Jaehyun chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his messy blonde head. “You’re ridiculous.” His hand found its favorite spot again, resting high on Doyoung’s smooth thigh, fingers gently stroking the soft skin under the skirt.
The drive back toward the quieter side of town was slow and peaceful. Doyoung had grown drowsy again after finishing most of his vanilla soda and half an ice cream sandwich. His head rested heavily against Jaehyun’s shoulder the entire way, one small hand curled into the front of the alpha’s shirt.
“I don’t wanna go home yet…” Doyoung mumbled sleepily when Jaehyun asked where he wanted to go. “Just… stay with you a little longer.”
Jaehyun’s chest rumbled with a soft laugh. “Alright, baby. Car it is.”
He found another secluded spot not far from the river, a quiet pull-off surrounded by trees where the moonlight filtered through the leaves. After parking, he reclined both front seats as far as they would go, but it still wasn’t enough for his broad frame. With a few grumbles and careful maneuvering,
Jaehyun pulled Doyoung into the backseat with him.
They ended up tangled together. Jaehyun took up most of the space, his large body stretched across the seats like he owned them. Doyoung didn’t mind. He curled into the alpha’s warmth, head on Jaehyun’s chest, one leg thrown over the alpha’s thigh, tiny skirt riding up again. Jaehyun wrapped both strong arms around the omega, holding him close like something precious, one hand gently stroking up and down Doyoung’s back.
“Sleep” Jaehyun whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his messy blonde head. “I’ve got you.”
Doyoung hummed contentedly, surrounded by cedarwood, smoke, and the faint leftover scent of sex. The steady beat of Jaehyun’s heart lulled him under in minutes.
Morning light filtered weakly through the car windows, tinted by the surrounding trees.
Doyoung woke up slowly, disoriented and aching. His head throbbed with a sharp hangover headache, a dull pounding behind his eyes that made him wince the moment he tried to move. His mouth felt dry, lips slightly swollen, and there was a deep, satisfying soreness between his legs that pulsed with every tiny shift.
He was in the backseat.
And he was almost completely on top of Jaehyun.
The alpha was sprawled out, taking up nearly the entire length of the seats with his long legs and broad shoulders. Doyoung had somehow ended up half-draped over him like a blanket, chest to chest, face tucked into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, one arm slung across the alpha’s waist, and his bare thigh pressed between Jaehyun’s legs. The tiny pink pleated skirt had bunched completely around his waist again, leaving his ass and thighs exposed to the cool morning air.
Jaehyun was still asleep, breathing deep and even, one heavy arm locked possessively around Doyoung’s waist, the other hand resting on the curve of his ass. His scent was everywhere, warm, comforting, and dangerously addictive.
Doyoung blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog in his brain. The headache sharpened as memories started trickling back in fragments.
The party.
Sitting by the lake crying.
Jaehyun finding him.
The drive.
The way he’d thrown his panties in the backseat…
Grinding on Jaehyun’s lap.
Begging.
Crying while taking that massive cock.
The convenience store.
Laughing.
Kissing in the parking lot.
His breath hitched.
Taeyong!
The name hit him like ice water poured straight into his stomach.
Taeyong’s tear-streaked face from the night of the breakup flashed behind his eyes. The way his best friend had sobbed into his chest for hours. The late-night confessions about Jaehyun’s temper, the fights, the way he’d almost raised his hand. And here Doyoung was, barely a week later, covered in Jaehyun’s scent, sore from being fucked raw by him, happily sleeping in his arms.
Guilt crashed over him like a wave.
“Oh god…” he whispered brokenly, voice barely audible. His bunny cheeks, still faintly streaked with glitter and smudged mascara, burned with shame. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, not from pleasure this time, but from the heavy, crushing weight of betrayal.
He had slept with his best friend’s ex.
Not just slept with, he had thrown himself at him. Begged for it. Laughed and played and fed him ice cream afterward like it was the most natural thing in the world. He had let Jaehyun touch him, kiss him, fuck him while still wearing the skirt Taeyong had complimented him on two weeks ago.
Doyoung’s stomach twisted violently. The headache pounded harder as more memories flooded in.
The way Jaehyun had called him “baby” and “princess.” How good it felt when the alpha came inside the condom, How safe and wanted he had felt in his arms last night.
He should have hated himself more. He did hate himself. But underneath the guilt was something worse, a tiny, traitorous flutter of happiness at waking up wrapped in Jaehyun’s warmth.
Doyoung tried to shift away carefully, but Jaehyun’s arm tightened around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer even in his sleep. A low, contented rumble vibrated in the alpha’s chest.
“Mm… stay,” Jaehyun murmured, still half-asleep, nuzzling into Doyoung’s messy blonde hair.
Doyoung froze, fresh tears slipping silently down his cheeks. His body ached in the best and worst ways. His pussy throbbed with reminder of how thoroughly Jaehyun had ruined him. The alpha’s scent was so comforting it made him want to burrow deeper and pretend none of this was wrong.
But it was wrong.
He had betrayed the person he loved most in the world. For a boy he wasn’t even supposed to want.
The guilt wrapped tighter around his chest, making it hard to breathe. Doyoung bit his swollen lip to keep from making a sound, shoulders trembling slightly as silent tears continued to fall onto Jaehyun’s shirt.
What was he going to do now?
Doyoung couldn’t stay there any longer. The guilt was suffocating, pressing down on his chest until he felt like he might throw up. With a shaky breath, he pushed against Jaehyun’s broad chest, trying to lift himself off the alpha’s warm body.
“Jaehyun… let go,” he whispered, voice hoarse and cracking.
But Jaehyun only hummed sleepily and tightened his arm around Doyoung’s waist, pulling him right back down against his chest with effortless strength. His lips found the side of Doyoung’s neck, pressing slow, lazy kisses along the sensitive skin, then moving up to his flushed cheek and temple.
“Morning, baby…” Jaehyun murmured, voice rough with sleep, still laced with that deep affection from last night. Another kiss, warmer this time, right under Doyoung’s ear. “You smell so good like this… all covered in me.”
Doyoung’s breath hitched. For a split second his body wanted to melt, the alpha’s scent was so comforting, so safe, but the guilt slammed back into him twice as hard.
“No,” he choked out, sharper this time. He shoved harder against Jaehyun’s chest, scrambling backward. “Jaehyun, no.”
He awkwardly climbed over the seats and pushed the car door open, practically tumbling out into the cool morning air. His bare feet hit the grass, legs still shaky and sore. The tiny pink pleated skirt was wrinkled and barely covering anything. He tugged it down frantically, arms wrapped around himself as the morning breeze made him shiver.
Jaehyun huffed in annoyance, sitting up with a groan. He ran a hand through his messy dark hair, watching Doyoung’s retreating back for a second before climbing out after him.
“What the hell, Doyoung?” Jaehyun asked, voice still rough from sleep but now edged with confusion. He shut the car door and leaned against it, towering on the other side of the vehicle. “What’s wrong?”
Doyoung stood a few feet away, hugging himself tighter. His blonde hair was a complete mess, glitter and mascara streaked down his bunny cheeks, eyes already glistening with fresh tears. The headache pounded mercilessly behind his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the storm in his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Doyoung repeated, voice breaking. Tears spilled over, hot and fast. “Everything, Jaehyun. What the hell did we do? What the fuck did I do?”
He laughed bitterly through the tears, a broken, ugly sound. “I slept with you. My best friend’s ex. I threw myself at you like some desperate, backstabbing whore. I let you fuck me in your car while Taeyong was probably still crying over you somewhere. I…” His voice cracked completely. “I begged for it. I told you I didn’t care. But I do care. He’s my soulmate, Jaehyun. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. We shared everything. And I… I betrayed him for you.”
More tears poured down his face. Doyoung wiped at them angrily, but it only smeared the glitter worse “We shouldn’t have done that. We mustn’t have. It was wrong. So fucking wrong. Last night I was drunk and stupid and… and you were there and I just—” He shook his head, shoulders trembling. “I can’t do this. I can’t look at him knowing I had your cock inside me. Knowing how good it felt. God, I’m disgusting.”
Jaehyun’s expression hardened.
The warmth that had been in his eyes since last night vanished completely, replaced by a cold, distant mask. He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
With practiced, almost lazy movements, he lit one, taking a long, slow drag. The smoke curled up into the morning air as he exhaled, eyes narrowed slightly while he watched Doyoung fall apart.
The silence stretched, heavy and uncomfortable.
Jaehyun took another drag, his jaw tight. The alpha scent that had been so warm and comforting last night now carried a sharper, colder edge.
“So that’s it?” he finally said, voice low and flat. “One night of crying on my dick and now you’re back to playing the loyal best friend?” He let out a short, humorless laugh, smoke escaping with it.
He flicked ash onto the ground, dark eyes locked on Doyoung’s tear-stained face. The gentleness from last night, the kisses, the soft praises, the way he’d held him, was gone.
This was the Jaehyun Taeyong had complained about for two years. Cold. Detached. Guarded.
Doyoung’s lip trembled as another sob threatened to break free. He looked so small standing there in the morning light, ruined makeup, bare thighs marked faintly with fingerprints, vanilla scent now sour with guilt and distress.
“I can’t do this to him," Doyoung whispered, barely audible. “I already hate myself enough.”
Jaehyun just took another slow drag of the cigarette, watching him through the smoke like he was trying to figure out if Doyoung was worth the trouble.
Jaehyun took one last slow drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it under his shoe. His dark eyes stayed locked on Doyoung’s trembling form for a few heavy seconds. Then he pushed off the side of the car and stepped closer.
Doyoung instinctively took a small step back, but Jaehyun followed, closing the distance until he was right in front of the smaller omega. The alpha’s cedarwood and smoke scent wrapped around Doyoung again, strong and grounding, even if it now carried the faint edge of tobacco.
“Hey,” Jaehyun said, voice low but firm. He reached out and gently but insistently cupped Doyoung’s wet cheek with one large hand, thumb brushing away fresh tears. “Look at me.”
Doyoung tried to turn his face away, but Jaehyun wouldn’t let him. He tilted the omega’s chin up, forcing those glassy doe eyes to meet his.
“I’m single, Doyoung,” Jaehyun said clearly, his tone steady and serious. “Taeyong isn’t my omega anymore. Hasn’t been since the night he ended it. And I sure as hell am not his. We broke up. It’s done. We were toxic as fuck for a long time and both of us knew it. So no, nothing we did last night was wrong.”
Doyoung’s lips trembled, another sob threatening to spill out. “But he’s my best friend… I was supposed to be on his side. I comforted him while he cried over you and then I— I let you fuck me the very next night. How is that not wrong?”
Jaehyun sighed, stepping even closer until their bodies were nearly touching. His other hand settled on Doyoung’s narrow waist, pulling him in gently but possessively.
“Because you’re not his property, and I’m not his either,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to want things for yourself, Doyoung. You’re allowed to want me. Last night wasn’t some evil betrayal plot. You were hurting, I was there, and the tension that’s been building between us for over a year finally snapped. That’s it.”
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Doyoung’s forehead, then another to his tear-stained bunny cheek, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of last night’s glitter.
“You think I didn’t see how you looked at me all this time?” Jaehyun continued quietly, his voice dropping into that low, soothing alpha register that made Doyoung’s knees feel weak. “The way your scent would sweeten every time I got close? I noticed, baby. I noticed a lot. And yeah… maybe it was messy because of Taeyong. But he and I are over. Completely. You didn’t steal anything from him. I’m not something he still owns.”
Doyoung’s shoulders shook with silent sobs. He wanted so badly to believe those words. The guilt was still there, sharp and vicious, but Jaehyun’s warmth, his scent, and the steady confidence in his voice were slowly wrapping around it like a blanket.
“I feel disgusting…” Doyoung whispered, voice small and broken.
“You’re not,” Jaehyun said firmly. He pulled Doyoung fully into his arms, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. One hand cradled the back of the omega’s head, fingers threading gently through messy blonde waves, while the other rubbed slow, soothing circles along his back.
“You’re sweet. You’re pretty as hell. And…you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Doyoung let out a watery, embarrassed laugh that turned into another sob as he hid his face in Jaehyun’s broad chest. His small hands clutched at the alpha’s shirt, gripping the fabric tightly “It felt so good,” he admitted in a tiny, ashamed voice. “That’s what makes it worse… I loved it.”
Jaehyun’s arms tightened around him. He pressed more kisses to the top of Doyoung’s head, nuzzling into his hair and releasing a low, calming purr from deep in his chest, the kind of alpha sound meant to soothe distressed omegas.
“Good,” Jaehyun murmured against his hair. “Because I loved it too. Every second and… I want more of that. I want more of you.” He pulled back just enough to cup Doyoung’s face with both hands, thumbs gently wiping away the tears.
“I’m not saying we have to tell Taeyong right now. Or ever, if that’s what you want. But don’t tear yourself apart over this, baby. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to be wanted. And I want you. So fucking badly.”
Doyoung stared up at him, eyes red and puffy, bunny cheeks flushed and streaked. His vanilla scent was still sour with guilt, but underneath it, a faint thread of sweet relief was starting to bloom again.
“I’m scared…” he whispered.
“I know,” Jaehyun said softly, leaning down to press a gentle, lingering kiss to Doyoung’s trembling lips. “But I’ve got you. Okay?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He simply pulled Doyoung back into his chest, holding him securely as the omega cried quietly against him, letting out the rest of the guilt and shame in the safety of strong arms and warm alpha scent.
The morning sun continued to rise around them, birds chirping, rivers flowing nearby. Jaehyun stayed right there, rubbing Doyoung’s back and murmuring soft reassurances until the omega’s sobs slowly quieted into shaky breaths.
Jaehyun drove in comfortable silence, one hand on the wheel and the other occasionally resting on Doyoung’s thigh. The guilt still sat heavy in Doyoung’s stomach, but Jaehyun’s steady presence and calm alpha scent helped keep it from completely swallowing him.
When they pulled up in front of Doyoung’s house, the place looked quiet and empty as always. The driveway was vacant except for Doyoung’s own bike leaning against the garage. His mother’s car was nowhere to be seen, nothing new.
Jaehyun put the car in park and turned to look at him. “You gonna be okay?”
Doyoung nodded weakly, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah… I’ll be fine. Thanks for… everything.”
Jaehyun leaned over and kissed him softly, one last lingering press of lips that made Doyoung’s heart flutter despite everything. “Text me later, princess. Don’t overthink it too much.”
Doyoung just hummed and slipped out of the car, legs still sore as he walked up to his front door. He didn’t look back as Jaehyun drove away.
The house was silent.
As expected.
His mother had remarried two years after his father’s death, and ever since then she was barely more than a ghost in his life. hetraveled with her new husband, posted pictures of fancy dinners and beach vacations, and sent the occasional “hope you’re eating well” text every couple of weeks. The house felt more like a fancy hotel room than a home.
Doyoung kicked off his shoes and went straight upstairs to his bedroom. He peeled off the wrinkled pink pleated skirt and crop top, grimacing at the faint scent of sex and Jaehyun still clinging to his skin. His thighs had faint fingerprint bruises, and his pussy was still tender and sensitive.
He spent a long time in the shower.
Hot water beat down on his body as he scrubbed every inch of himself, trying to wash away the evidence, the scent, the memories. But no matter how hard he lathered, Jaehyun’s cedarwood-smoke lingered in his nose, and the ache between his legs reminded him exactly what he’d done. He cried quietly under the spray, forehead pressed against the cool tiles.
After the shower, he changed into something soft and comforting: one of his favorite baggy hoodies. He towel-dried his blonde hair, letting it fall damp around his face, then collapsed onto his bed with a heavy sigh.
Only then did he reach for his phone.
The screen lit up with notifications.
3 missed calls from Jungwoo
10 missed calls from Taeyong
Several unread messages
Doyoung’s stomach dropped like a stone. Fear coiled tight in his guts, cold and nauseating. His hands started shaking as he stared at Taeyong’s name.
Oh god. He knows. He must know.
He swallowed hard, heart hammering against his ribs, and hit the call button before he could talk himself out of it.
It rang only twice.
“Doyoungie?!” Taeyong’s voice came through immediately, sharp with worry. “Finally! Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you since last night!”
Doyoung’s throat closed up. He tried to sound normal, but his voice came out small and hoarse “Hey… sorry. I fell asleep and didn’t hear my phone…” He winced at how weak the lie sounded. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”
There was a pause on the other end. Then Taeyong let out a long breath.
“I was worried sick about you. Jungwoo said you disappeared from the party and no one could find you. Then you didn’t answer any of my texts or calls… I thought something happened to you, you idiot.” Taeyong’s voice softened, laced with that familiar affection that made Doyoung’s guilt twist like a knife. “Are you okay? Did you get home safe?”
Doyoung closed his eyes, tears already gathering again. The soreness between his legs pulsed as a vivid flash of Jaehyun thrusting deep inside him hit him without warning.
“Yeah… I’m home,” he whispered. “I’m okay. Just… had too much to drink and crashed hard.”
Another pause.
“You sure? You sound weird. Did something happen at the party?” Taeyong asked, concerned thick in his voice.
Doyoung bit his lip so hard it almost bled. His free hand clutched the hem of his hoodie tightly, knuckles turning white.
The images flashed mercilessly:
Jaehyun’s hands on his waist.
His own voice begging “Please, alpha, fuck me—” Crying prettily while riding his best friend’s ex.
Waking up in Jaehyun’s arms this morning.
“I’m fine, Taeyongie,” he forced out, voice cracking slightly. “Really. Just a bad hangover.”
Taeyong sighed, sounding only half-convinced. “Okay… but we’re talking later. In person. I miss you. Come over whenever you’re feeling better? We can have a sleepover. watch dramas and talk shit about alphas…”
Doyoung’s heart shattered a little more.
“Yeah,” he whispered, forcing a watery smile even though he couldn't see it. “That sounds good. I miss you too.”
After they hung up, Doyoung dropped his phone onto the bed and curled into a tight ball, hugging his knees to his chest.
The guilt was back in full force, heavier than before. Taeyong’s worried voice kept echoing in his head, so full of love and trust.
And Doyoung had betrayed him in the worst possible way.