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A/N: Oh lawd. I apologize if this seems rushed ugh It's hard for me to pace myself well anyway I hope you enjoy if this concept seems ridiculous it's bc it is and I know nothing about abo so yeah... pls critique me in comments. PS: Divider from @cursed-carmine !!!

"Baby… Are you sure you're okay?" He asks softly, petting your hair as you lay curled up on the bed, the sheets tangled uncomfortably around your limbs as you heave and cramp into yourself. There's a thickening sheen of sweat covering your entire sensitive body and it only heightens everything more. Every rustle of sheet against your skin feels like scratching nails down a sunburn, everything feels swollen and it doesn't help that you can feel your heartbeat through your fingertips, your feet, your fucking tongue.

This is the nth time that you've ended up like this. Right here, right on this too small of a bed in your boyfriend's dorm as he wipes down your body with a wet cloth for the hundredth time as you throb and shake, sobbing into your hands, into the pillow, his chest, until everything is covered in your slobber and slick and sweat and ugh— it's all too much.

"I… I-I'm fine…" You assure weakly and it's awfully disbelieving when you shake so bad you can hardly form words. It doesn't help that just then does your body decide to seize and cramp causing you to curl in on yourself and clutch your stomach as you cry out.

"Oh, baby… This isn't— You don't look so good…"

Well, no shit.

This is exhausting, but your boyfriend has been nothing but an angel about it all which does make you feel a little bad about nearly punching him in the face when he tried to hug you just now (sorry not sorry) but even so, he's just as gentle and patient as ever.

"Tell me where the cramps hurt, love." He snakes a warm palm across your sweat-drenched tummy and honestly it's taking everything in you not to karate kick the living shit out of him. "Ah— Ah… Everywhere! Everywhere at once!" You whine, your teeth clenching so hard as you ride out another wave of pain that a vein becomes prominent on your forehead.

"I hate seeing you like this…"

You've tried everything. Heat cycle suppressants, heat-blocking patches, you've been to the doctors monthly, you've done yoga to help with cramps, drank herbal tea and stretched every night before bed… There's only so much you can do to avoid your heat cycle without causing severe medical damage which, honestly, you think you've already created enough damage with the sheer amount of suppressants and pills you take daily which can only explain why your heats have only been stronger, more painful and even more sporadic.

Hell, he's even bitten you, but everyone knows that a Beta's bite only provides temporary relief. It's nothing compared to the lasting, sharp nip of an Alpha's bite. Not that you would know anyway, what an Alpha's bite feels like. Well, like, of course you've heard about it from your friends. How it's mind numbing, how the sting is so relieving that it feels like fucking drugs, a high with a painful start but pleasureful end. And they don't even describe the bite itself as painful, really. They all get this heated look in their eyes when they talk about it and honestly it's kind of weird and you totally don't even want it like you're not even jealous and you're completely satisfied in your relation— Shit..

Only then would your body decide to cramp and flood every sense in your entire system at once— Your ears are on fire, your scalp is sore, your fingernails?? itch and your fucking vagina won't stop talking to you and— Just— What were you thinking about again?

"Oh my— I can't stand to see you like this anymore." He stands, pacing beside the bed. "I just… I don't think I can stand to let this keep happening to you." He mutters into his palm, his eyebrows furrowed in thought as he stares out at the ground with that distant look that says he's considering something very heavy.

You don't say anything, you don't feel him move, you can't see, you're not even thinking— Or you were before your thoughts were rudely cut off with a cramp so strong it could've knocked down a horse but anyway, you don't seem to register that he grabs his phone.

The only other time he's ever gotten this look was when he was heavily considering buying Beta knotting pills (???) off of some sketch ass website after one particularly grueling heat that left you curled up on the floor in a puddle of your own vomit in the bathroom. He obviously didn't end up buying them (thank God?) because what the hell is a Beta knotting pill? Anyway, whatever. You won't lie, it is a littleee embarrassing to admit that you've never been properly knotted before but you don't let yourself dwell on these insecurities for long because you truly are happy in your relationship and you don't find yourself ever needing an Alpha(except for now when you clearly do need an Alpha(but we won't talk about that because you're supposed to love your boyfriend haha….))

You don't seem to hear him as he dials a number, too busy trying to focus on your own breathing and it's not like you could hear it anyways with how loud your blood is roaring through your eardrums. You can only hear him in bits and pieces as he speaks to God-knows-who on the phone.

"Hey… is awkward… heat's been so bad… Bro, I know… Need you to… Wait— Are you serious?… God, thanks man. Seriously."

He hangs up the phone with a relieved "We'll talk later," and slowly but surely reality resurfaces its way to your mind once more (you can finally see the ceiling again) even as your body continues to shake so bad it moves the bed frame. You're starting to get frustrated because not only do you feel like your entire body is on fire, but your boyfriend isn't clarifying anything. He's hung up the phone about five minutes ago and for five minutes he's stood there with his nose in the screen, jabbing away with his thumbs.

You shoot up, your hair sticking in all sorts of unflattering directions. "I need to be fucked. Like now." You demand something guttural and impatient, grabbing him by the belt loop and pulling him backwards until he's sat next to you.

"Woah, angel, baby… Look," He has that look again. "You know how much I love you, right?" He pockets his phone and takes both of your sweaty, trembling hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. What the hell is he about to say?

"I think… I know a way to make you stop hurting. At least for now. I—" He cuts himself off with a shake of his head. He looks almost reluctant, but his need to care for you clearly outweighs anything he's thinking. He rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, "I know a guy. An… Alpha," A muscle in his jaw tightens then but his eyes meet yours, pleading for you to hear him out. "And I think… I think he could, you know… Help you." He says the word with clear discomfort, his nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath.

His hands tighten on yours almost imperceptibly. "Listen, I know it's weird and I know you haven't been with anyone else but I think you need something more… Organic. You can't keep taking these pills, my love. They're killing you. You need…" He trails off, gesturing vaguely with your hands. He pulls you a fraction closer, "I know it's weird, baby, and I know that you probably don't want to be with anyone else but I'm telling you it's okay—"

"When?" You don't even care who. Just when. If it means you can finally feel like you're not dying for once then consider yourself signed up; You don't even care who.

He blinks at you. "U-um…" He clears his throat. "Well, I got off the phone with him just now. I think he could help you during your next heat—"

Hold up. Next? Next?! "Call him back."

"What?" He questions, searching your face. "Now? But darling—"

"Call him back now."

And after a bit more convincing (you practically tied him down, forced the phone out of his hand and called the guy back yourself) you ended up here.

Now, you really did mean it when you said you didn't care who, so you genuinely have no clue who's doorstep you're walking up to right now.

When the saint of a man agreed to meet up last minute, you hurriedly threw on some rather… leisurely clothes, not even bothering to handle the rats nest that is your hair but you don't care because you're not here to impress, you're here to be fucked.

Of course the whole ride here your boyfriend assured you that you could always change your mind, to call him if you ever want to come home no matter what time and he nearly turned the car back around multiple times claiming "I'll just buy those knotting pills. You know, the ones for Beta's that we saw on Temu? I'll buy them, baby… Let's just go home..."

But also of course, you assured him that you were fine and that you just wanted to feel better. You didn't even know the guy so it's not like you were going based on attraction or what not. You can't blame him though because who the hell signs themselves up to be cucked? Alas, he does, your very angelic, very understanding boyfriend who loves you oh so much, even if he was grumbling the whole ride.

And anyways, you're here, the plans are made and they're happening in real time.

You take a deep breath as you reach the last stair, your knuckles rising against the mystery man's door with a few quick, polite raps and you wait, your stomach cramping not from your heat but from the sheer amount of anxiety you feel. You were excited at first, eager to feel anything that isn't your insides eating itself alive but now you're here and the reality of it all is slapping itself against your face mercilessly. What the hell is this? I mean, truly think about it. Your literal boyfriend just offered to have his friend fuck you through your heat and drove you to his house and now you're here, you look like a fucking mess, you can't remember if you applied deodorant and this is all so bizarre and—

You hear footsteps approaching in haste on the other side of the door, his hands fumbling with the lock until the deadbolt gives and slowly the door opens and reveals him.

"Y/n?" He peers out, only his head first, and when he confirms with a once-over, he opens the door wider until his lean frame is completely revealed and leaning lazily against his door frame.

Holy fucking shit. The first thing that hits you, literally hits you in the face is his scent. He smells good. Something fruity and citrus-y that's potent enough to make your mouth dry with a pang of something more musky like cologne but no— It's better. It's earthier, more woodsy and it smells like him, like body, like Alpha and you know what? No. It's not like cologne because you don't think there could ever be a spray that could replicate this… this gift.

"I see you made it." He says, almost a drawl, crossing his arms over his broad chest and your eyes can't help but watch intently as the muscles in his biceps flex with the movement. It doesn't help that he's got that Toji fit on: A deep black compression shirt that fits him like a second skin, so tight you swear you can see his abs through the material and fuck, he's got those gray sweatpants that hug his thighs and bulge (perv!) just right. You feel disgusting but you can't look away, just gawking at him, taking everything in that your greedy, perverted eyes can: His chiseled jaw, the heart-shaped birth mark sitting on the side of his neck, his hair, the way it falls over his dark eyes as they, in turn, shamelessly flit over you.

Suddenly you're very insecure of your own outfit which is, by a mile, much less flattering. You clear your throat, "U-um, yes. Hi…"

He gives you another almost appraising look before shaking his head, "Jeez, where are my manners?" He flashes his teeth with a smile, moving aside to let you in. "Come in."

The moment you step inside you feel the strongest urge to plug your nose. His scent is so saturated here, so dense that your eyes fucking water and you have to cough inside your arm as it stings the back of your throat with every inhale. Your knees feel weak but you'll admit that you aren't cramping anymore at least, his scent doing its job of relaxing your tense muscles.

"So… This is where I live." He says as he closes the door behind you, leaning back against it. "Go ahead, take it all in." His place is nice from what you can tell through your bleary eyes. There's a black leather couch supported by a sleek, dark wooden coffee table and a huge flat screen that're all in the center of his living room that is bigger than your boyfriend's entire dorm alone. "Though, we won't be spending much of our time down here," He gestures toward the stairs that you can only assume lead to his bedroom. "We'll be up there for most of tonight." He winks at you, a gesture meant to be playful but really just comes off as arrogant.

"Unless you wanna do it there," He nods toward the leather couch that's definitely seen better days. "But my back…" He rubs his lower back with an exaggerated wince, "Probably wouldn't be good for me. Or for you." How classy.

"Right… And your name is?" He raises an eyebrow at you. "Your boyfriend didn't tell you?" He laughs, exasperated. "He had the audacity to ask me to help you and he didn't even bother telling you my name?"

…

"Park Jongseong." He offers you his hand. "But you can just call me Jay." Wink.

Jay.

His palm is warm and calloused, his grip firm as he shakes your hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/n." He brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles before dropping it with a grin. "I knew he bagged a baddie but I didn't know you were this bad."

"Listen, Jay, this—" You gesture between the two of you. "Isn't like… that."

"Like… What?" He tilts his head.

"Like that. This is… It's clinical. A one-time thing. You're just here— Or rather, I'm just here to be fucked so I can finally stop aching—"

"You don't look like you're aching to me." He steps closer. "My scent worked, didn't it? It's already got your little Omega hooked on me, am I right?" Your heart pounds in your chest even as you make a face of pure disgust. "Excuse me? Little Omega?"

"I'm sorry…" He shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning down so that your faces are level. "Is it big?"

"What?" You whisper, your breath catching traitorously in your throat.

"Your Omega. You said—"

"What the hell are you even talking about? That doesn't even make any damn sense. Little, big, I don't care what it is! That's not the point—" You back up, creating more distance between you and he immediately reclaims the space, standing so close in front of you that you have to crane your neck to look at him. "Just so you know…" He starts, and you can tell exactly where this is going with the way he smirks all cocky like. He leans down once more and even as you're screaming at yourself to back away you find yourself struck in place.

"It's big." He whispers hotly in your ear. Your mouth is dry again.

You push him away. "You are so gross." You straighten your shirt, looking around as you try and hide the flush high on your cheeks. Without looking at him, "You haven't even offered me water. What a terrible host." You huff, trying to look casual as you walk over to his couch and sit down. "Haven't told me I could sit, make myself at home…" You mutter to yourself as you exaggeratedly count off with your fingers.

"No water, I had to ask you to introduce yourself…" He strides over almost lazily, looking all too amused with you. "Well is that really my problem? You're the one who decided to come to some strangers house and get fucked. Maybe you should've asked your boy toy to clarify."

You shoot him a glare. "Mind your business. I was… In a rush. My cramps were hurting so bad I couldn't breathe, so forgive me if I didn't bother with clarification." He sits on the armrest looking like it's his given birth right and while technically it is his house, you don't care. He looks especially slap-able right now. "Right. And those cramps… On a scale of one to ten, how bad are they bothering you now?" You would probably believe he was genuinely asking you if it weren't for that shit eating grin plastered on his face.

You don't even humor him with a response.

"Told you. My scent's already made it alllll better for you, hasn't it?"

"Well, duh. It's a biological response."

"Exactly—"

"Exactly." You cut him off. "Biological. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you—"

"And how do you feel about me?"

You hate to admit how that question caught you off guard because the answer should be simple: You don't feel anything in particular, just grateful that he's offering to help you out in the first place. And yeah, he's sexy. That's just a bonus, it doesn't (liar) change (liar) anything! (liar)

He catches you staring at him before you even realize where your eyes are at (his waist, to be specific), and his smirk only widens. He slides easily from the armrest to the cushion your perched on and sits next to you, not minding your personal space at all. He slings his arm over the back of the couch just barely grazing your shoulder, and he leans in until you can feel his breath ghost your neck.

"Can I answer that for you?"

You feel heat prickle up the back of your neck, goosebumps forming on every surface of skin as he just gets nearer and nearer and you can't help but lean imperceptibly into his space in turn. "No." You whisper, you really just mouth it, and you should say more or at least say it louder but you can't stop thinking about how close you are right now. Your thighs are flush, you can feel the solidness of his side pressing against your arm and it's taking everything in you not to pounce on him.

Back up is what you want to say. Don't give me those "kiss me" eyes, don't even look at me. Just fuck me so I can leave. This is clinical, it is a one-time thing and it means nothing.

But these lies are starting to fall flat, even to you.

Even if you wanted to lie, your body is already responding to his. Your heart hasn't stopped feeling like it's trying to beat its way out of your chest since he whispered in your ear, his every touch and brush of fabric against your sensitive skin sends a jolt straight up your spine and you swear you even heard yourself purr earlier, and your pants… All you can do is pray that you haven't soaked yourself through them and onto his couch because it fucking feels like it. The most embarrassing thing of all is that you can smell your own scent spiking, becoming more fragrant and sweet and you know he smells it too from the way his smirk sharpens and becomes more predatory.

"I'll tell you how I feel, then." He leans in until his lips are only a breadth of air from yours. "I feel like I wanna fuck you real good and make you feel better. That's how I feel."

You don't know how it happens but someone made a move because suddenly your lips are clashing and he's just ravishing you, licking your lips like it's his last fucking meal on earth. He forces his tongue inside of your mouth with a pressure that makes you moan into him, licking your teeth and gums as if he'd done so a million times before.

"Fuck— Finally." He groans into your mouth, his hand on the back of the couch finally making contact and immediately diving for the back of your head, tangling his fingers gracelessly into your hair while his other hand grips at your waist, pulling you infinitesimally closer. "You taste so fucking good. I could get used to this." He breathes against your mouth and fuck is it hard to think. His hands are rough and insistent as they roam your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing your thighs, your waist, your ass. His scent is warmer, spicier than it was before and it's wrapping around your senses tight enough to make you dizzy.

He slides a hand up your shirt, hiking it up your stomach to press his cool palms flat onto your heated skin, making you shiver.

"Jay—" You gasp when they trail higher and graze the skin just below your breasts. "That's it, say my name." He murmurs against your lips, holding them hostage with his own, his tongue, his teeth, his spit. He pulls off with a nip to your lips only to kiss down your chin to your jaw, leaving a trail of saliva and goosebumps in its wake.

He pushes you gently to lay down, his body immediately covering yours. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He whispers praises against your neck, his hands eagerly lifting your shirt. "Please, I need to see you." You give him a nod and he wastes no time, pulling your shirt off of your head with a firm tug. His eyes are glazed over, taking you in as every inch of your upper body is exposed (you hadn't even bothered with a bra because, well, shrug.) You shiver and arch when his large hands palm your breasts and he rolls your nipples into peaks.

He pinches your nipples between his fingers and tugs on them, not too gently. "These tits… Fuck." He leans down to lick the swell of your breast, grazing his teeth just lightly enough to make you gasp. "He really gets to see these every time? I would not shut up about these." He hums appreciatively against your skin before licking around the bud and sucking it into his mouth.

"Can you not talk about him? Just suck my titties and shut u-up." He chuckles lowly against your skin.

He pops off with a wet sound just to grin and call you cute before kissing his way over to your other nipple and giving it the same attention with his tongue.

This is nice and all but you need something to accommodate to the more pressing matter that is, um, your vagina. You wrap your legs around his waist, searching for purchase as you lift your hips with a grunt to grind your clothed pussy against his bulge. "Shit…" He reciprocates as he kisses his way from your breasts up to your neck, paying extra attention to your scent gland which makes you whine and grind harder, needier. "Alright, alright." He chuckles a husky sound before moving his hands to the waistband of your pants and looking at you for permission then slowly, very painfully so, pulling them down. You lift your hips to help and once he's got you bare he just stares, boring holes into your pussy long enough to make you cover yourself shyly.

"Jay, stop… Just touch me…" He nudges your hands away and spreads you open with his thumbs. "You're fucking soaked. It's all over your thighs." He rubs the pads of his thumbs against your outer folds, spreading your slick as he watches appreciatively at how you clench with his every touch. "You're so responsive…" He murmurs, so completely captivated by your pussy, almost entranced that it honestly would make you laugh if you weren't so fucking horny right now.

"Jayyyy," You whine. "Touch me— Ah, yes!" He presses a finger against your entrance enough to make you clench but not enough to relieve any actual pressure. You jerk your hips up, trying to push it deeper inside.

"Deeper, Jay, please… Put it in!" He grins.

"What, you want it… like this?" He abruptly shoves his finger inside with a forcefulness that makes you scream and arch into him. "Yes! Like that!" He pumps his finger in and out slowly, watching you move your hips frantically against his palm. "Shit, you're fucking tight. He even fuck you?" Your eyes are squeezed shut but you don't need to open them to know that he's smirking.

He keeps fucking his finger into you at a steady pace, stretching you slowly until he nudges another at your entrance and you moan indulgently, pushing your hips up into his hand even more. "Fuck, Jay, yes. Another! Add another… Keep going, Jay—"

He complies, stretching you gently on two thick, knowing fingers. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything you want. I'd treat you so much better than him." He urges, his thumb coming down to rub your clit in tight, insistent circles and if you weren't experiencing so much ecstasy right now or if perhaps you were in your right mind you might've responded to or even heard what he just said but… Shrug.

"J-Jay! Just like that, oh my— I'm gonna fucking cum if you keep doing that— YES! Right there!" Your hips buck uncontrollably, your pussy clenches and pulses rhythmically around his fingers as they brush deliciously against that sweet spot with every thrust and you're teetering rightttt on the fucking edge when he suddenly pulls them out.

"WHAT THE— ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!" You screech incredulously, watching how he licks his hand pornographically and smirks pleasedly around his fingers. You sit up on your elbows with a scowl, "You are such a fucking asshole. How could you do this to a poor Omega seeking relief?!" You pout with swollen lips. He pushes you back down gently. "Chill. I'll make you cum." He shifts and starts kissing down your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes. "On my tongue. You'll let me taste it, yeah?" But the way he asks, his tone all smug and knowing proves that it's not really a question, is it?

Wellll fuck, I guess you'll just have to let him! Jay wastes absolutely no time; He's a man on a mission. He kisses down your navel briefly before diving face first into your cunt, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit and you don't think you've arched so hard in your life (uhhh, your poor boyfriend??) The first few licks are really more for him than you, "You taste fucking delicious. He ever tell you—" You shove him down. "Shut— hah… Up!" He chuckles against you and the vibration shoots straight through your very soul. He's fucking merciless with it, licking around your swollen clit softly before sucking it into his mouth with a pressure that makes you scream out in pure pleasure. He alternates between broad licks from your entrance and pointed, quick flicks of his tongue against your clit and if you thought it was hard to think before, it's harder now.

You can already feel the heat coiling tight and embarrassingly fast in your belly. You grip a fistful of his hair and he moans into it, leaning into the pressure as you shove his face where you want it to go. "Mmmph, yes…" He encourages, picking up the pace with his tongue, dipping it momentarily inside your entrance and fucking it into you slowly, almost lazily.

He pulls back and replaces his tongue with his fingers, "You're close, aren't you?"

"Duh! Don't stop, get back down there!" You shove him back down and he goes willingly, eagerly.

"I can feel you throbbing against my tongue. Give it to me, baby. Cum all over my fucking face." He sucks your clit back into his mouth and with a few more quick flicks with his tongue, you're cumming all over his face and he laps it up like a man starved. He rides you through the intense waves, his hands gripping your ass to guide you to grind on him and he doesn't stop licking, just moaning into your cunt even after you're shaking and pushing weakly at his head until he finally relents with a pleased, smug expression.

"Fucking delicious." He licks his lips, his face fucking drenched in your slick and cum (oh my) and he places a few kisses to your stomach before rising and immediately claiming your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"Mph— Jay…" You push weakly at his shoulders. You're just now realizing that while you're as naked as the day you were born, Jay is completely clothed. Ummm hello?? This is absolutely never how it should be, so you demand him to take off his shirt.

He looks down at you with a sly smile. "Say please."

"Take off your fucking shirt." He mock salutes with a "Yes ma'am." And hooks his fingers into his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. As soon as his shirt is off you can't help but gawk. He's lean built, abs rippling across his abdomen with a v-line that looks so absolutely lick-able, and his shoulders… His shirt was already tight but actually seeing him bare is a different story. He's got fucking hips and you just knowwww that ass is fat (how haven't you checked already??)

You reach out and palm the very obvious tent in his pants, squeezing just lightly to feel the warmth of it. He hisses but it quickly turns into a long, drawn out groan as you begin to stroke him as much as the barrier will allow. "You're gonna make me cum in my fucking pants…"

"How dramatic." You roll your eyes. "I hardly even touched you."

"You wanna test it?" He grunts, grinding into your palm shamelessly. He grips your wrist to keep you there, his lip between his teeth in concentration while he moves his hips against your hand and you nearly drool at the fucking sight. You squeeze harder, urging him on and his hips stutter. "Fuck, okay…" He breaths heavy, gently pushing your hand away. "Stop. If I'm gonna cum, it's gonna be inside you."

"Well? Let's not waste time. Chop, chop!" He lets out a rough laugh, moving for his waistband and tugging it down. "Yeah, yeah. Chop, chop." He pulls down both his boxers and sweatpants and they catch on his length until it springs free, slapping against his stomach. He wasn't fucking lying, it is big. Bigger than you've ever seen before (poor Beta boy…) I mean… It's literally pornographic in it's length. Thick and leaking, veins scattered all across his shaft, a fat mushroom tip that's red and angry and begging for you to touch. You reach out and grip him, swiping your thumb over the tip and he immediately gasps and throws his head back, his hips making involuntary thrusts into your hand. He's so hot to the touch, almost feverish and so, so fucking heavy. You let go with a slight tug just to watch it slap against his stomach again.

He gently but firmly grips your wrists to still them. "Stop. You have to stop. I swear I'll cum and you don't want that, do you?" He shifts and leans down, bracing both arms on either side of your head just to moan directly in your ear as he grinds his cock along your wet, swollen folds. "I'm gonna fuck you so good… I promise." He lifts his head to look at you. "I'll make you feel better." He presses a hot, open mouthed kiss against your cheek, your chin, your other cheek.

"Gonna fuck all that pain away… Knot you til you scream…" He reaches down and dips his fingers into your cunt to collect your slick and rubs it slowly down his length. Then he positions himself at your entrance, prodding his tip right against you. "Ready? Deep breaths, baby…" And slowly, he pushes in. The stretch is immediate and intense, more than anything you've ever felt before. Even as he's going slow you feel like you're being ripped into two. You squeeze your eyes shut, your teeth gritted in pain as you try and relax your muscles to accommodate to his comical ass length, and you dig your nails deep into his back.

His breathing is already ragged and you can tell from the way his mouth is hung open that it's taking everything in him to keep it slow. His eyes are squeezed shut but for a very different reason because even as he's feels your sharp nails breaking skin on his back, all he can think about is your tight, soaking walls fluttering around him as he sheaths himself.

"Oh— Oh fuckkk. You're so fucking tight…" He lets out a long, shuddering moan when he's completely sheathed inside, stilling and dropping his head to your shoulder, breathing in heavy pants against your skin. "You're gripping me like a fucking vise. You feel like a fucking virgin, are you sure he even—"

"Park Jongseong I swear to God if you don't start to move I'll squeeze your dick off." He smirks. "Doesn't sound like a punishment to me."

"Are you— Just fucking move— NGH!" You gasp, your pussy stinging in such a painful yet pleasureful way as he pulls himself almost all the way out just to slam back in again in one harsh, filling thrust.

"Hm? You like that?" He repeats the motion, pulling out until just his tip is inside before slamming back in again. "Make that noise again. Let me hear you." He starts fucking you properly now, each thrust out leaving you achingly empty until he shoves himself back in rough enough to make you scream. "You're so loud… Does he make you sound like this?" One arm is braced beside your head while his other presses down on your tummy, right where you can feel him fucking into you, intensifying the pleasure.

"Too… Too much, Jay… Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop…" You lift your hips to meet his thrusts, fucking yourself right back onto his cock, moaning lewdly with every thrust. He watches intently where your bodies are connected, his mouth still wide open and brows knitted in awe. "Not too much… Look at you, you're fucking taking it so well… So well… I need—" He groans and reaches under you to grip your ass, urging your movements on as he starts to fuck you quicker, harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" He chants, sweat already forming on his brow and dripping onto your chest as he just gets lost in it, lost in you, in the way your gummy walls grip him, how they flutter around him with every fucking plunge in and out and all he can think is how he never wants this to end.

"Can he fuck you like this? Huh? C-can…" All you can feel is him; It's like his cock is reaching your very soul, hitting spots you didn't even know fucking existed until this point. You moan in guilt, in pleasure and in pain because you've never felt this fucking full before, never felt so good and so fucking bad all at once.

Your head thrashes side to side against the cushion. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know…" You grip his shoulders. "Harder, Jay… Can you go harder… Fuck me har— YES— LIKE THAT!" He snaps his hips forward even harder, the impact jarring enough to make the couch skid across the floor but neither of your hears or cares, too lost in the sounds of your collective moans, of your bodies meeting. You reach down behind him to grip his ass in your hands, pulling him even closer, even deeper inside. "Like that, Jay… Like that, JAY!" He moans out in response, his bravado completely absent and replaced by someone who's just as gone and fucked out as you and God, his expression is so much better than any smirk he wore before.

He's so sweaty that he's dripping, his eyebrows are knitted in focus, the only time his mouth ever coming close to finally closing being when he bites the shit out of his lip, and he won't stop fucking moaning, maybe even louder than you. "Like this? Hm?" His hips snap forward, his balls slapping against your ass. "Fuck, you're beautiful. Perfect smile, pretty teeth, love your attitude…" His hand reluctantly leaves the swell of your ass to rub your clit in pace with his thrusts. "Pussy's so fucking tight—"

"I don't care!" You grip his ass harder. "I don't care, I don't care, I don— AH, YES! FASTER!" He leans down, never once stopping his rubbing movements. "Yeah? Faster? Fuck…" He nuzzles against your neck, inhaling deeply against your scent gland. "You smell like me… You think he'll like that?" His movements become more frantic as he feels you pulse and clench around him tighter.

He grazes his teeth right over your gland. "You think he'd like it if I marked you?" You open your mouth to protest but anything you were going to say quickly dissolves into a keening whine as he sinks his fangs right into your skin. You thrash harder, your body seizing, your legs cramping so hard you cry but all you can do is surrender to it because it feels so fucking good even if it doesn't really.

"You take it so well…" He soothes his tongue over the mark, his thrusts becoming harsher. "I can feel you getting close, shit… You gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum on my cock? Give it to me…" He grips your hips, lifting you slightly off the couch. "Fucking give it to me. Let me feel you cum all over— Yes, fuck yes…"

Your body locks up, your legs trembling uncontrollably as you feel yourself tense and coat him in a release of pleasure that has your vision blackening. You involuntarily pulse and clench around him, your back arching so hard that even a centimeter more would make it snap and you don't even make noise. It dies in your throat on its way up, your system too fucking overwhelmed with it all. Your head is throbbing in rhythm with your fucking pussy and he doesn't let up, fucking you through every silent, intense wave of pleasure until you collapse backward completely boneless and completely fucking spent.

He doesn't give you time to recover. "Jay—" You gasp as he, with a grunt of effort, pulls out and lifts you off of the couch, slinging you over his shoulder fireman style. He rushes over to the stairs and hops up them by two's and you don't even have time to process before he swings his bedroom door open and flops you down on his bed.

He immediately reclaims the space between your legs, gripping your knees and spreading you open even wider than he was able to on the couch." There she is." He positions himself at your entrance again, pushing inside with a moan. "Still so fucking tight." He starts to move again at that quick, unforgiving pace, his hands planted on your knees that are each flush with the comforter to keep you spread open. "Need to see this pussy when I cum inside it… You're so fucking split open on me, fuck." He moves faster, the bed creaking with every frantic thrust as his control visibly frays and he gets closer and closer to the edge. His eyes are planted where you're connected, watching how your pussy still continues to suck him in even as you're so spent that you whimper and cry. "Fuck… I'm gonna knot you. I'm gonna lock you to me… Never let you leave… You want that? Wanna be knotted to me?" His hips stutter and he grits his teeth as he tries to hold on. "Say it. Fucking say you want it, angel… Say—"

"I WANT IT!" You cry, "PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME!" You arch, lifting your hips up as much as his hold will allow as you feel him start to swell at his base. "Fuckkk… You sound so fucking good— I'm so fucking close, I'm gonna cum inside you… Gonna lock us together…" With a few more erratic thrusts, his knot pops and you gasp at the feeling, the stretching fullness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He comes with a deep, guttural groan and collapses on top of you with a heavy weight. "Fucking… Oh my God… Take it." His hips give a few more shallow thrusts as he rides out the intense waves of his orgasm, panting heavily against your chest. After a while when his breathing finally steadies, he lifts himself up on his elbows to look down at you with a satisfied smirk.

"We're locked now. I'm never letting you go."

You stare at the ceiling.

You are going to have a long, hard talk with your boyfriend later.

Even when Mai gave you the green light of pursuing him, you don't have the guts to do it–in the end your family have already set up an arranged marriage for you. You can often, feel the Firelord soft gaze upon you as you voice your concerns and statement over state affairs.

Zuko's reaction towards the marriage was quiet at first... But deep down he was enraged, if this is what you truly wanted then has no choice but to watch. But it's so painful for him to watch you whisk away towards a land far from him–the feeling that he's losing you forever would haunt him more.

He has to watch as the woman that he loves, board a carriage that will take you away from him and unable to do anything but watch. Despite his status as the now Firelord, his reign is still new and not respected yet–if he stops you, it would cause a large scandal that might cause him a lot.

Twelve years have passed, and you live a normal life as a noble wife–your husband was a good man. He knows that the marriage happened for business so he would never force his hands upon you out of respect for you which is a relieved.

Suddenly an incident happened leaving your noble clan in disgrace and the death of your husband, due to being caught conspiring against the current government all asset and title was stripped away. As a way to return back their glory, your brother in law chooses you to be sent away as gift towards somebody in the capital because somebody requested you–bringing you back towards your home

Never would you have thought that the person who was standing in front of the carriage, was zuko–he looks older and more mature. His hair grows much longer and his build more muscles over the years of being far away from you, you have heard his reign become more successful which is something you are proud of him.

You were frozen in shock, he made the move of leading your hand towards the luxurious carriage that was tasked to bring you home with him. When he closed the door, he enveloped you in a warm embrace without talking.

He waited and waited for years for you, working hard as Firelord to hope one day to see you again. Despite the chances of that dream never gonna happen again. When he learns about your husband and his family's current situation, and learns that there's might be a chance of you being sent towards a convent he couldn't bear to let go and asked for your hand.

He is caressing your face, trying to remember and feel the changes that happen towards you after years of being apart from each other–"you look beautiful as the day that I lost you" started to leave kisses on your face as a way to memorize your features as he cradles you in his palms who are full of callouses due to rulling and training.

Zuko would put his face on your shoulders, breathing as if he's been drowning for twelve years and you are hi only Oxygen. He feels like he awoke from a nightmare, and you are there by his side as a sign of the night mare being over.

The entire ride towards the capital, he's afraid of letting you go because if he did–you might disappear again. When you were brought back to the palace, everyone treated you with the same respect as him. You were settled in his chambers which is expected because you and him are gonna get married soon.

For the past days towards the wedding, zuko wanted you to be on his side 24/7–as his advisor and also as his future wife you are task to be by his side as he makes decision for the nation.

Everyday you would feel his touch, his fire would burn away your worries and memories–giving birth to a new era of love as the sun rises bringing day towards his restless days. Hes never gonna go starving because he has you, to be there and satisfy him with your presence.

He would not let you go or let you feel unloved, he would be there in sickness and would be there to fill your cup with wine–he spent a lifetime without you and he would wish not to lose you again, and there's nothing in this world that can keep you and him apart.

The reader's reaction towards their old situationship comes back to pick them up and see a fine shyt waiting for them :

You step into the limousine Sylus arrived in and sit beside him. He turns to look at you. “Did you leave your voice at the bank?” he asks. You sigh. “Where should I start? The withdrawal? Why you’re here in a stretch limo? Your dramatic rescue…?” “None of that should be your concern.” “Don’t you want to know why I wanted to withdraw so much money?” you ask. Sylus lets out an amused huff. “I couldn’t care less what you do with my money. But you might want to add another zero next time, so you don’t embarrass me, kitten.” He rests a hand on your thigh, his head leaning against the window, eyes on you. “However… I wish you’d come to me for help first,” he says calmly.

You rest your head on his shoulder & intertwine your fingers with his. Sylus gently strokes your hand with his thumb. “Bossman, we still have time before your next appointment. Where to?” Kieran asks from the front. Before Sylus can respond, you press the speaker button. “Could we just… drive around for a bit? And also… can we have some privacy? No offense, Kieran!” “None taken, Ma’am,” Kieran replies, raising the partition between the front and back seats.

Sylus raises an eyebrow, looking at you expectantly. “Privacy?” he asks, a flirtatious edge in his voice as his hand slowly moves higher along your thigh. You don’t stop him. “Oh?” A smirk tugs at his lips as his hand slips further between your legs. “The fact that you’re neither explaining yourself nor resisting is exciting enough on its own,” he hums. He leans in, pressing slow kisses along your neck while his fingers tear a hole through your pantyhose. “Hope you don’t have any more appointments after this,” he whispers with a grin.

You melt into his touch, letting him tease and rub you until your panties are soaked. Then you shift onto his lap, straddling him, your core pressing against the heavy bulge beneath his pants.

Sylus looks up at you as he unbuttons your shirt, leaving hungry kisses across your skin. You unzip his pants and free his big cock, grind your wet cunt against him, your hands braced against the roof of the narrow limousine.

His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements, making sure you’re taking him in as deep as possible with every thrust, occasionally giving your ass a sharp slap and spreading them cheeks further apart.

Sylus’ eye gleams crimson while they’re locked on you. Watching you surrender so freely to your desires only pushes him closer to lose his restraints. He thrusts into you from below, forcing you to give up control and surrender to your orgasm.

A rush of fluid gushed out of your hole onto his cock. Before it could reach his pants and ruin his outfit, Sylus pulled you down by the waist, placing you on your knees in front of him. “Lick it clean,” he said, looking down into your eyes. You quickly licked up the liquid dripping down his cock & sucked him off. You were attending Sylus obediently when—the car came to an abrupt halt! He suddenly plunged forward, his full length now deep down your throat. You choke, grasp for air, his cock almost down your esophagus. “Sorry, someone cut us off at the intersection,” Kieran says through the speaker.

Sylus exhales sharply, irritation flashing across his face before he looks back at you, checking if you’re okay. Your eyes won’t meet his, but it’s not because he accidentally deep throated you.

“Speak,” he says, calmly zipping his pants back up. You sit beside him again, hesitating. “It can’t be that bad,” he adds casually. You avoid his gaze, but decide to speak up. “I might have… damaged Mephisto,” you confess. Sylus looks at you, expecting details. “I saw him following me, so I played parkour to lose him for fun, but he crashed into a wall and stopped working. I panicked and took him to Luke. He said he can fix it without you noticing, but the repair is expensive… and since you don’t care if I use your money, I just…. “

The clock read 2:00 AM. You shifted in your sleep, but something felt distinctly empty. The heavy, familiar weight of the arm that usually wrapped around you was gone. The space beside you was cold. Blinking your eyes open, you found the bed empty—no Jay.

Pushing the covers aside, you slipped out of bed, grabbing your silk robe before stepping out into the quiet hallway.

The door to his study was slightly ajar, spilling a faint, blue glow onto the floor. You stepped closer, peering inside. Jay was hunched in front of his monitors. His black dress shirt was a mess, the top three buttons undone in a desperate bid for comfort. His jaw was clenched tight, fighting off exhaustion, and behind the thick frames of his reading glasses, his eyes were dangerously bloodshot. A thin sheen of sweat glistened at his temples and down the long column of his neck—the air conditioning seemingly failing to combat the stifling heat of his overworking mind.

You stepped into the room without a sound. He was so intensely focused that he didn't even notice your presence until you gently tapped the edge of his mahogany desk.

He snapped his head up, blinking through the haze of fatigue. "Hm? Did I wake you?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you reached out. Your fingers tenderly brushed back the dark strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes, before your thumb trailed down to wipe the dampness from his temple and the curve of his neck. His skin was running hot, the muscles beneath your fingertips pulled taut with stress.

"That's enough, Jay," you murmured, your voice a soft, grounding whisper in the quiet room. "Your eyes are begging for a break."

At your touch, whatever remaining focus he had shattered completely. Jay let out a long, heavy exhale, the sound tearing from deep within his chest. He immediately leaned forward, wrapping both of his strong arms tightly around your waist. He buried his face into the soft fabric of your robe against your stomach, inhaling deeply. He breathed you in—a warm, intoxicating blend of sweet vanilla and the faint, comforting scent of chamomile—drawing it into his lungs like it was the only oxygen left in the room.

"I don't know... I just wanted to get it all done," he mumbled, his voice muffled and raw against your skin.

Running your fingers soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck, you held him close. "The world isn't going to end if you step away for a few hours, honey," you whispered gently, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "You've worked hard enough. Let it go for tonight. Right now, I just need my husband back in bed."

Slowly, Jay lifted his head. The hands resting on your waist tightened their grip, effortlessly pulling you down until you were straddling his lap sideways. All the distance between you vanished in an instant. He reached up, his large, warm hands gently cupping your face. His thumbs began a slow, mesmerizing sweep across your cheekbones. The sheer exhaustion in his eyes melted away, replaced entirely by something unbearably deep—a raw, aching devotion.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice a gravelly rasp. His gaze dropped to your lips for an agonizing second before flicking back up to your eyes. "Sorry for waking you, and making you come find me."

You shook your head slightly, winding your arms around his neck to draw him even closer. "I can't sleep when you're not there anyway."

Those words were all it took. The switch flipped. Jay stared at you with a longing so intense it felt palpable, the tension thick and heavy in the air between you. "I love you," he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "So much it aches."

He didn't waste another second before his lips captured yours. The kiss wasn't rushed, but it was incredibly demanding—a desperate, consuming claim. It was as if he was pouring every ounce of his exhaustion into you, melting it all down and trading it for the pure, intoxicating comfort of your presence.

His lips left yours with a soft, reluctant parting, only to trail a blazing path across your jawline. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek before descending to the sensitive skin of your neck. With a gentle brush of his fingers, he swept the cascade of your hair over your shoulder, entirely baring the curve of your neck to him. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point, tracing the delicate expanse inch by inch, worshiping the skin as if it were a canvas made solely for his lips.

His large hand slid up and down your spine in slow, deliberate strokes. It was meant to be a grounding, comforting motion, yet the friction sent a rush of heat straight to your core. The air in the quiet study suddenly felt dangerously thick, the temperature rising with every shared breath.

"Jay..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.

He froze. His lips hovered just a fraction of an inch from your skin, his hot breath fanning over your neck, before he slowly pulled back. His dark, hooded eyes met yours. "Hm?" he hummed, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest.

Once again, your fingers reached up to trace his temple. Your hand trailed down his cheek, your thumb coming to rest gently against his lower lip—the very lips that had just sent a million butterflies fluttering through your stomach. You stared at his mouth for a heartbeat, feeling the soft hitch of his breath against your thumb, before lifting your gaze back to his burning eyes.

"Did you not miss me?"

A low chuckle vibrated deep in Jay's chest before his dark eyes locked onto yours once again. "Do you really want to know?"

You responded with a slow, soft nod.

Jay's gaze flicked briefly to the surface of his desk. Without a second thought, he swept a stack of files and documents to the edge with one swift motion. The very next second, his movements were incredibly fluid and smooth, yet still heavily laced with a profound gentleness. His large hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly to set you down on the edge of his desk.

"I think that's a ridiculous question when you already know the answer perfectly well, Mrs. Park," he whispered hoarsely. Jay stepped forward, positioning himself right between your parted thighs, entirely erasing whatever distance was left between you before he leaned down and captured your lips once more.

This kiss was no longer as soft as before. It was far more intense, deeply demanding, as if he wanted to devour every last ounce of your sanity. In the midst of that intoxicating, breathless kiss, Jay's fingers trailed along your shoulders, slowly slipping the silk robe off your skin and letting it pool around your elbows. The action fully exposed your frame, clad now only in a delicate satin nightgown.

But his movements didn't stop there. Instead of using his palms, Jay used the back of his hand to touch you. His knuckles traced the bare skin of your shoulder, gliding agonizingly slow past your collarbone, trailing down your torso, until they came to rest at the dip of your waist with a sweep that was entirely too gentle. The unexpected touch of the back of his hand—slightly cool and textured by the faint calluses on his fingers—sent a jolt of electricity straight through your nerves. It was a tantalizing sensation that seemed to set your skin on fire, making your breath hitch and leaving your entire body covered in goosebumps right under his complete control.

His breath hitched, and he slowly pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. He was panting softly, his chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm with yours. The teasing touch of his knuckles faded as he finally turned his hands over, letting his large, warm palms rest fully and securely against your waist.

Instead of pulling you roughly, he stepped even closer, wrapping his arms around your lower back and burying his face gently in the crook of your neck. He let out a long, contented sigh, the sound melting into your skin. It was as if all the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders, and he had finally found his home.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he murmured against your skin, his voice incredibly soft, stripped of any stress or fatigue. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss just below your ear, sending a warm shiver down your spine.

One of his hands slowly slid up your back, his fingers tangling carefully in your hair to support the back of your head. He tilted your face up, his dark eyes looking at you not with burning aggression, but with an overwhelming, tender devotion that made your heart swell. Very carefully, he used his other hand to slip the fallen silk robe entirely off your arms, letting it pool around your waist, before his thumb gently caressed the delicate strap of your satin nightgown.

"I am so incredibly lucky to have you," he whispered, his thumb sweeping across your flushed cheek with so much care, as if you were the most precious thing in his life.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, agonizingly slow kiss that made you melt completely into his embrace. When he pulled back just a fraction of an inch, a soft, breathtakingly loving smile formed on his lips. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his voice dropping to a warm, breathy whisper.

"Forget the work, forget the deadlines," he murmured softly, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "Let me take care of you. Because I promise you, my love... I am going to make sure you are in heaven tonight."

The moonlight spilled through the gap in the curtains, casting a soft, silvery glow across the tangled sheets of your bed. The quiet hum of the early morning had returned, replacing the heavy, intoxicating tension from hours ago with a deep, comfortable serenity.

You lay resting against his bare chest, your ear pressed directly over his heart, listening to its steady, calming rhythm. Jay’s arms were wrapped securely around you, holding you close as if he was afraid you might slip away into the night. His skin was incredibly warm, his breathing slow and even.

One of his hands rested on your bare shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing invisible, soothing patterns across your skin, while his chin rested gently on the top of your head.

"Are you still awake?" he mumbled, his voice a thick, sleepy rumble that vibrated against your cheek.

You hummed softly, shifting closer and tilting your head up just enough to look at his face. "Mhm. Just... comfortable."

A small, tired, but incredibly fond smile graced his lips. He shifted slightly, pulling the heavy duvet up to cover your shoulders to make sure you were warm. He tilted his head down, pressing a long, tender kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment.

"Thank you," he whispered into your hair, his voice barely above a breath in the quiet room.

"For what?" you asked, your fingertip lightly tracing the outline of his collarbone.

"For coming to get me tonight. For pulling me away from that desk." He caught your wandering hand, bringing your fingers to his lips to press a soft, lingering kiss against your knuckles. His dark eyes, now heavy with sleep but full of absolute adoration, met yours. "Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to be perfect, trying to build the best life for us... I forget that my perfect life is already right here, in my arms."

Your heart fluttered wildly at his words, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. You snuggled even closer, throwing one leg over his to tangle your limbs completely. "The work will always be there tomorrow, Jay. But you need to rest."

"I know," he sighed softly, a contented sound leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. He rubbed his cheek affectionately against your hair. "I know. And I promise, when we wake up... no work. Just you and me. I'll make us breakfast. Pancakes?"

"Pancakes sound perfect," you smiled against his skin, your own eyelids growing heavy under his comforting touch.