Re: Inconvenienced 3b/? WIP warnings: omega-verse, heat, knotting
anonymous
March 8 2013, 07:07:04 UTC
“Please Kibum,” it was Jonghyun’s turn to beg, all the while trying to keep his breaths shallow, to stay sensible, “don’t do this, you’ll be fine, just let me--”
Kibum let out the most heart-wrenching whine, the kind that glued Jonghyun to his seat and made him wide-eyed, pulse speeding up at an alarming pace.
“I know what I’m asking,” Kibum carried on in the same breathless manner. “Please.”
Kibum leaned in suddenly and Jonghyun braced himself for a mess of teeth and tongue but Kibum stopped in front of him, eyes going round as Jonghyun swore he could hear Kibum sniff him, loud and clear as a gunshot. He backed away in surprise and Jonghyun looked down into his lap, sheepish.
If he’d been hard before, Kibum’s begging had only made it worse and he could feel himself oozing precum, could smell himself and he knew by Kibum’s staggered expression that he’d figured it out too, that Jonghyun didn’t smell like a simple beta.
“You…” he croaked out, and Jonghyun was so nervous he was shaking, although the unexpected gleam in Kibum’s gaze told him he needed to act fast.
Without thinking, he scrambled backwards, reaching for the handle and flinging the door open before either of them could do anything rash. He ran back towards the set, the only thing on his mind being that Kibum needed to be driven home and needed to be far from him, fast. There was only one person he knew that he would trust with Kibum in this state and he hoped she was still around. He looked for her frantically in every room, getting a few blatant stares in the process, and yelled out her name when he finally spotted her, the only other omega he knew.
She looked up right away, scrunching up her nose when he stood in front of her.
“Kibum,” he panted, “you have to drive him home.”
She only frowned, looking both confused and startled, probably because of the mix of scents she could smell on him.
“He’s in heat.”
Her eyes widened at once but she nodded swiftly and Jonghyun could have fallen to his knees in thanks and in relief.
He led her to the van, staying a safe distance away and watched as it drove off, nerves still crackling and wondering how the hell he was supposed to get through today’s filming. He shrugged out of his hoodie with a sigh, letting the cold winter air lick over his skin in hopes that it would help calm him down.
He was very distracted that day, to say the least. His mind kept going back to the feverish look in Kibum’s eyes and the strain in his voice as he’d pleaded. It made Jonghyun shiver; Kibum swallowing his pride like that wasn’t something he’d ever expected to see, although he supposed he wasn’t exactly himself at the moment. Then again, he had seemed pretty lucid, only…desperate. Jonghyun had to wonder at the truth in his words when he’d said he wanted him.
And that was the heart of the issue, wasn’t it? Kibum wouldn’t always be alone during his heats. Jonghyun couldn’t deny always feeling a little possessive of the younger boy and the mere idea of someone taking advantage of him like this, even if it appeared consensual, sickened him. Kibum could handle himself just fine on any given day, but during his heats? Jonghyun had been guarding his bedroom door these past years for a reason.
He began to wonder if he had done the right thing, and that was when he knew he was fucked.
Kibum let out the most heart-wrenching whine, the kind that glued Jonghyun to his seat and made him wide-eyed, pulse speeding up at an alarming pace.
“I know what I’m asking,” Kibum carried on in the same breathless manner. “Please.”
Kibum leaned in suddenly and Jonghyun braced himself for a mess of teeth and tongue but Kibum stopped in front of him, eyes going round as Jonghyun swore he could hear Kibum sniff him, loud and clear as a gunshot. He backed away in surprise and Jonghyun looked down into his lap, sheepish.
If he’d been hard before, Kibum’s begging had only made it worse and he could feel himself oozing precum, could smell himself and he knew by Kibum’s staggered expression that he’d figured it out too, that Jonghyun didn’t smell like a simple beta.
“You…” he croaked out, and Jonghyun was so nervous he was shaking, although the unexpected gleam in Kibum’s gaze told him he needed to act fast.
Without thinking, he scrambled backwards, reaching for the handle and flinging the door open before either of them could do anything rash. He ran back towards the set, the only thing on his mind being that Kibum needed to be driven home and needed to be far from him, fast. There was only one person he knew that he would trust with Kibum in this state and he hoped she was still around. He looked for her frantically in every room, getting a few blatant stares in the process, and yelled out her name when he finally spotted her, the only other omega he knew.
She looked up right away, scrunching up her nose when he stood in front of her.
“Kibum,” he panted, “you have to drive him home.”
She only frowned, looking both confused and startled, probably because of the mix of scents she could smell on him.
“He’s in heat.”
Her eyes widened at once but she nodded swiftly and Jonghyun could have fallen to his knees in thanks and in relief.
He led her to the van, staying a safe distance away and watched as it drove off, nerves still crackling and wondering how the hell he was supposed to get through today’s filming. He shrugged out of his hoodie with a sigh, letting the cold winter air lick over his skin in hopes that it would help calm him down.
He was very distracted that day, to say the least. His mind kept going back to the feverish look in Kibum’s eyes and the strain in his voice as he’d pleaded. It made Jonghyun shiver; Kibum swallowing his pride like that wasn’t something he’d ever expected to see, although he supposed he wasn’t exactly himself at the moment. Then again, he had seemed pretty lucid, only…desperate. Jonghyun had to wonder at the truth in his words when he’d said he wanted him.
And that was the heart of the issue, wasn’t it? Kibum wouldn’t always be alone during his heats. Jonghyun couldn’t deny always feeling a little possessive of the younger boy and the mere idea of someone taking advantage of him like this, even if it appeared consensual, sickened him. Kibum could handle himself just fine on any given day, but during his heats? Jonghyun had been guarding his bedroom door these past years for a reason.
He began to wonder if he had done the right thing, and that was when he knew he was fucked.
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To me, you are perfect.
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