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“Mhm, a-a-ah that feels s-so good—Till!”
When the confused alpha had come to, his hardened cock was already pistoling in and out of something warm and sopping wet. It clenched around him tightly, as if it didn’t want to let him go.
Who the fuck?
Till’s vision finally cleared, pupils dilating when he finally saw the object of his sexual release.
Holy fucking shit.
Why the fuck was he balls deep inside of Ivan’s cunt?
The omega under him was on his back, hands covering his mouth bashfully as he stared down to where he and Till were connected, almost like he was admiring the sight.
Having seen Ivan’s desperate, red face finally slapped him sober.
Suddenly, Till had the sudden urge to throw up.
Despite the omega’s protests, he slipped himself out and backed into the corner of the bed like a frightened animal.
“Why’d you stop?” Ivan whined with that annoying, clingy tone that Till hated so much, rubbing his passionate tears away with the sleeves of his hoodie. His earlier, fucked-out expression had turned into something more sedated as he studied Till’s sudden outburst.
Till felt his own numb fingers grip the sheets, something hot welling behind his eyes as reality fully set in.
“W-What’s wrong, Till?” Ivan pressed on, anxiety mixing into his sweet, aroused scent.
He had sex with Ivan.
Ivan, of all people. That’s what was fucking wrong.
It took a single look at that bewildered face across the bed and those messy, wet sheets underneath him for anger to quickly replace shock.
Till’s brain almost broke trying to rationalize why he’d ever be in a disgusting situation like this.
Of course, there could only be one answer: Ivan, who’d been pining after him for years and following him like a sorry puppy with absolutely no boundaries—suffocating him with his one-sided infatuation, so obsessed he’d be satisfied with any kind of attention Till was willing to spare—must have finally managed to trigger Till’s rut and tricked the alpha into bedding him.
Till saw red. Dirty fucking bastard.
It only took him a few seconds to resolutely come to this conclusion and then suddenly he was on top of Ivan, hands wrapped tightly around the omega’s pale throat.
“You fucker,” Till spit out with venom, pouring his pain and frustration into his oppressive touch. “I don’t know what bullshit you pulled to get me in this state, but you’re dead fucking wrong if you think I’m letting you get away with it.”
Ivan gripped Till’s hands with his own, coughing as he tried to loosen the chokehold the alpha had on him.
“I-I don’t-” but he couldn’t finish the sentence—Till had pushed down right on his trachea.
“Shut the fuck up,” Till seethed, removing one of his hands to cover Ivan’s confused face, pushing his cheek down forcefully.
His knee pressed into the mattress and brushed against Ivan’s bare cunt, drying slick coating his skin.
Till looked down. This fucking slut.
“Now that we’ve come this far. Should I just give you what you want? Since you wanted it badly enough to stoop this low.”
Ivan whimpered in fear, thrashing wildly but still unable to resist his crush’s undivided attention, lust and neediness filling the air once more.
“You want it that bad, huh?” Till sneered, an ugly expression settling on his face as he bullied his cock back into Ivan’s pussy. The omega was tight, but his wet cunt seemed to still remember the shape of Till’s larger-than-average cock, welcoming the mighty shape that was drilling into him just minutes earlier.
This time, Till had no intention of giving Ivan any relief or pleasure. He was going to make it hurt, and make it hurt bad.
He began fucking him as soon as he bottomed out, Ivan mewling as Till slapped his hips into his spread thighs.
“O-ow, Tilly t-that hurts!”
Good. Till thought to himself as he continued to abuse Ivan’s quickly-reddening cunt. It’s good that it hurts. I hope it hurts like hell.
I hope you regret doing this for the rest of your sorry life.
Yet the omega didn’t resist, trying to bring Till closer to his own writing body instead.
The pace of Till’s hips quickly grew as he derived pleasure from Ivan’s pained, fucked-out face. There was no denying it—fucking Ivan felt good. He was tight, his moans and whimpers were more tolerable than his speaking voice, and his pussy was absolutely divine.
“K-kiss me, Till! Please k-kiss m-me!” Ivan begged, hands trying to grab at Till’s neck. Till swatted them away in annoyance, Ivan obediently retracting them like he was being scolded.
“Quit acting like an innocent virgin,” Till scoffed, feeling his own climax building.
The alpha slapped Ivan’s throbbing, engorged clit as punishment for his shameless greediness, not wanting to allow Ivan the privilege of orgasming.
Ivan cried out in response, fat tears running down his red face.
“A-a-a-ah Till! I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you so mu-mmph!” Till finally clamped his sweaty palm over Ivan’s mouth as his abs contracted, cock throbbing deeply inside of Ivan as an orgasm racked throughout his entire body, the tip of his dick pressing forcefully into Ivan’s bruised cervix, filling him with strings and strings of his cum.
Ivan mewled under his palm, eyelids fluttering shut as his pussy readily accepted Till’s seed.
It was over.
Till collapsed next to Ivan, body feeling like jelly as he tried to catch his breath.
The ceiling was spinning and the air smelled like sex.
He could hear Ivan’s pathetic whimpers next to him and it was aggravating as fuck.
Despite all that transpired, it only took a few seconds for Ivan’s arms to wrap around Till’s body like a koala.
The alpha wasn’t unfamiliar with this, having slept with his own share of sex partners.
They all did that at the end, craved touch and soft caresses after fucking. Especially after the rough treatment Ivan got, it was hardly a surprise that the omega was trying to seek comfort from the man that’s just been inside him.
Till should have left him, really.
Ivan’s omega didn’t deserve any aftercare. He deserved to be left alone, to repent and reflect on whatever deceitful schemes and poor decisions led them to where they were now.
But Till was too tired to get up, too tired to be calculating and mean. And so they fell into slumber not long after climaxing, sweaty bodies stuck together like glue.
,,,
“Woah, Ivan. What kind of wild animal are you sleeping with?” Hyuna asked during their coffee break, everybody’s eyes suddenly on Ivan’s neck.
This fucking idiot, Till almost face palmed himself.
How much more indecent could he be, not even bothering to cover up the dark bruises with a turtleneck or a scarf?
Everyone stared at Ivan expectantly, curious about what kind of freaky partner he had been with behind closed doors. And instead of making some dumb excuse, Ivan blushed—yes, he had the audacity to blush! Till almost fell off his chair.
“W-Well. You know. Just so-and-so.” Ivan said shyly, knees bouncing under the table. Till wanted to kick him in the shin, but Luka was sitting between them, so he settled for a death glare instead.
Sua and Hyuna shared a concerned look, Luka whistled.
Till made eye-contact with Mizi, seeing her odd and inquisitive expression. She wanted to probe Ivan for more, he knew it.
Till panicked. Who knew what other information Ivan would divulge—that fool had absolutely no filter. Till stood up from the table, pulling Ivan’s wrist.
“Alright, well we have to go now. Catch you guys later!”
,,,
“Is that head on your body just for decoration?” Till whisper-yelled as he pushed Ivan into the public restroom.
“Huh?” Ivan responded with confusion, like the idiot that he was.
“Oh. Don’t tell me you’re trying to blackmail me now. What, you gonna tell Mizi we fucked? Let me remind you that you took advantage of me. You’re fucking lucky I didn’t report you.”
Ivan flinched at Till’s cold tone. Even though he was taller, he cowered, unable to hold eye contact. Till was usually not so harsh with him, even after being annoyed to wits end, he never really sought out to hurt him.
But it was different this time. This time, they both had crossed a line that should never even have been approached.
“I won’t tell Mizi. Won’t tell anyone. I promise, Till. Like you said, it was a one-night mistake.”
“Then why the fuck are you parading my fingerprints on your neck like some trophy?” Till seethed, shoving Ivan into the farthest stall, locking the door behind him. “Is this another one of your traps?”
Ivan said nothing, his scent getting sweeter.
“Then how about a date?” Ivan peered at him with gleaming eyes. “Take me on one date—just one—and my lips are sealed for life,” Ivan said, that familiar, aggravatingly mischievous smile growing on his lips.
Freak, Till thought to himself. He’s even getting turned on in this kind of situation. Just how much more desperate can he get?
“Get on your knees.”
Ivan stared back at him with a puzzled look on his face.
Till rolled his eyes, pushing Ivan chest until he stumbled back, almost falling over the dirty toilet.
“I know you’ve fantasized about it, Ivan. Now get on your fucking knees and suck me off. You need to be punished for your behavior today. Don’t be shy, I’ve already been inside you once.”
Ivan’s eyes widened as he finally got the message. It was almost comical how quickly he scrambled to kneel, jeans touching the probably-piss-covered floor of the men’s restroom.
Till slapped his hands away before he could clumsily fumble with Till’s belt.
“Don’t touch me. Only take what’s given to you.”
Ivan nodded, lips parted and gaze in awe as he watched Till untuck his half-hard dick from the constraints of his boxers.
Till slapped his heavy cock against Ivan’s cheek twice, rubbing the slit against the omega’s philtrum.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Ivan shuddered, licking his lip hungrily before experimentally getting a taste of Till’s tip. He looked up at Till with his big, onyx eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was granted such permission.
His experimental kitten-licks were truly virgin-like, and Till was quickly growing impatient as he watched Ivan try to stuff his girth into that tiny mouth of his.
Despite of how much a bully he was, Ivan would still accept him with open arms.
Till almost felt like a god when he shoved the full length of his dick into Ivan’s mouth. Holding the back of his bruised neck, he pushed Ivan’s head onto his cock with no mercy.
Gagging and wet, sloppy sounds quickly filled the restroom. Spit spilled down Ivan’s chin and fell onto the tiles by the dollops.
Till groaned as he felt Ivan’s throat constrict around him.
What made his lust worse was the smell of Ivan’s slick. The omega was turned on. In such a humiliating situation, Ivan’s pussy was clenching around nothing, panties drenched from desperation and the need to be touched.
But Till would grant him none of that, spilling hot cum into his throat without warning instead.
,,,
Ever since Ivan’s amateur blowjob, hooking up became a pretty regular occasion between them.
In their dorms, in the bathrooms, you name it.
One text from Till and Ivan would come running, hearts in his eyes despite Till’s selfishness to only take, take, take.
There was never any foreplay, no sweetness or gentleness in their union.
Ivan would only muffle his cries as Till took him in various positions around the house, never allowing the omega to relieve himself, swatting his hands away whenever Ivan reached down to touch his aching clit.
No matter how you looked at it, this was a punishment.
Yet, to Till’s displeasure, Ivan wasn’t treating it like revenge at all. He seemed to be content, jolly even, as long as Till’s attention remained on him.
Sometimes, when Till felt extra cruel, he would steal Ivan’s happiness in other ways.
Right on the brink of Ivan’s tipping point, whenever Ivan looked at him as if Till were his knight in shining armor, begging and crying for him to let him cum, the alpha would lean down and call another omega’s name instead.
Her name.
Even Till knew how cruel this was, how emotionally distressing.
Yet he would enjoy Ivan’s face contorting in hurt just the same, the orgasm building inside of the omega quickly smothered by Till’s single utterance.
Get tired of me. Till thought. Stop liking me and fuck off. Call it quits on whatever sick game we’re playing before I break you completely.
Because I don’t think I can stop.
I don’t think I want to stop.
This can’t be good, for either of us.
But Ivan never failed to return. He’d always come back, at Till’s beck and call.
Till wondered what kind of sick, twisted history made Ivan so masochistic. What part of Till did he like so much that he was willing to stay, even after being treated shittier than a hookup?
So two months had passed, just like that, fucking like wild animals every chance they were alone (there was no other reason Till would seek him out otherwise) and lazing around the apartment only to get back into it again.
“Could it be we’re dating now?” Ivan asked after a particularly heated session. Six rounds, to be exact. It was the weekend and Ivan was extra needy, his heat approaching just on the horizon.
Till scoffed, flicking his forehead as they lay in bed.
Ivan looked up at him with a pout.
“But you said you liked me? So mean.”
“Don’t make me laugh. When would I ever say that?”
Till felt generous and let Ivan fall asleep with his head resting on the alpha’s chest.
He just didn’t want to deal with Ivan yapping his ear off—yeah, that’s what it must be. And Till’s heartbeat helped him fall asleep, apparently.
As he dozed off, the memories of that sacrilegious night came to him in the form of a dream.
,,,
“Why’re you so drunk, you didn’t even have that much,” Ivan groaned as he fumbled with the keypad of Till’s apartment.
Till just laughed giddily, his slumping body supported by Ivan’s sturdy shoulders.
“La-la-la-la~”
It seemed that Ivan struggled as he maneuvered Till into the bedroom and flung him onto the bed, heaving heavily as he stood above him, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“There,” he said with relief. “Get some sleep now, hyung.”
Till whined, grabbing onto Ivan’s wrist before he could turn away.
“You’re leaving me?”
Ivan gulped, blushing.
He drank something himself, Till remembered.
They were both tipsy.
“Y-yeah. You’re still sober enough to undress yourself, right?”
Till pouted his bottom lip out, swinging Ivan’s arm side to side. He was trying to act cute.
“Help me?”
Ivan looked at him tentatively, unable to pull away.
Probably because Till rarely initiated any physical contact between them, to him, this small moment must’ve been precious and sacred.
“O-okay. Just a few buttons, and then I have to go.”
Till smiled to himself like a sly fox. It was funny how shy Ivan got when it was Till who was making the advances, despite being so shameless himself.
As Ivan’s flustered, sweet smell invaded his personal space, his gut twisted into something more lustful.
He was feeling strange and prickly all over, Ivan’s clammy fingers working away at his shirt buttons sending small bolts of electricity throughout his feverish body.
Did he take his rut suppressants?
Oh, that’s right.
He forgot to take his dose yesterday, having passing out after a rough shift at his part time job.
Vision getting hazy, he knew he wanted to knot the pretty omega in front of him.
“Ivan,” Till pleaded, low voice needy. “Let’s have sex, hm?”
Ivan looked taken aback, eyes as wide as saucers.
And Till? Till’s reason was slipping away like quicksand.
“You’re not in your right mind, Till. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Why don’t I turn the light off now—a-ah?!”
Till flipped them over in a split second, caging Ivan’s lithe body underneath him.
“Come on, Vannie. I know you want to. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you oggled at me the whole night.”
Ivan looked at him, crimson and shy, unable to deny it.
“I’ve never had sex before,” he admitted.
Till inhaled the scent of his slick, sure that his pussy was throbbing underneath the layers of his garments.
“A-and aren’t you only supposed to have sex with people you like?” Ivan said, not making eye contact with the alpha. It was obvious to which side of the equation he was referring to. It was Till who couldn’t stand him, not the other way around.
“I like you, bunny,” Till said, wanting Ivan to finally give in. “I like you so, so much. Let me fuck you, please? I’ll treat you so well, make you feel so pampered. You’ll love it.”
Ivan just stared back, eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears. Till’s words seemed to have taken an instant effect on him, sedating his frozen limbs into jelly.
“You m-mean it? Because I love you. I only want to do this with you, Till.”
“Yeah,” Till lied straight through his teeth. Flashes of pink ran through his mind. “I love you too. Now lets take these pants off, hm? Baby, let me see what pretty thing you’re hiding underneath there.”
Ivan covered his madly reddening face with his hands.
“P-pretty? Me?”
“You, you.” Till said impatiently as he undid the drawstrings of Ivan’s sweatpants…
,,,
Till woke up in cold sweat, heart beating with horror.
Was that really… what happened that night?
It was four in the morning, the room still shrouded in darkness as moonlight spilled through the translucent curtains. Till glanced to his side, seeing Ivan’s peacefully sleeping face.
Idiot. Why didn’t you just deny it?