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Go Yeongeun was just like every other person, that being at either Baekilmong or the Bureau: she wanted to fuck Kim Soleum’s brains out until he was begging for more, writhing in her hold until he was screaming for release. And if that just so happened to also get him pregnant, she wouldn’t mind.
Kim Soleum had that aura—fuck me up, please, I’ll beg for it.
Go Yeongeun initially thought that it was his quiet charm that made her like him, but as time went on, she realized it was how insane he seemed while appearing to be the average man. She was just like him. Two peas in a pod, really.
He clearly needed someone to hold him down and make him think things through. Go Yeongeun could be the one to give him a hand.
When he started to wear glasses, it only got worse. Go Yeongeun wanted to pin him against a desk and take him right there, disregarding the documents and the risk of others overhearing them. Let them, she thought vindictively.
Kim Soleum would be hers in the end. No one would dare tell her how to treat him. Hell, she would bet that some of them would watch with envy.
But even though she thought about bending Kim Soleum over a desk and having her way with him, she still did not expect for their relationship to take a turn.
She smelled an acidic scent the instant she walked into the room.
Like all alphas who were properly taught manners, she did not visibly react. That would have been incredibly rude. She merely grimaced inwardly and held the papers in her hand tightly as a way to ground herself.
If her lips began to point up in a smile, a twitching thing she couldn’t suppress, no one was there to witness it.
The scent only grew thicker and more pungent, practically trying to make her either investigate the cause out of curiosity, or run away to get away from something so wrong.
She walked toward the origin of the stench, not expecting to find Kim Soleum on the floor. He was trapped between cabinets, trying to squeeze into a tighter space that would be safe. Kim Soleum was in a fetal position, his entire body shaking as sweat drenched his clothes.
Realization sank in quickly. His heat had occurred unexpectedly… and in a place he was not known to be an omega in.
All bureau employees were alphas or betas, it was an ignorant mandate. Omegas were not allowed to be civil servants, citing that it caused too much strife in the workplace. It was part of the reason why she was so shocked to see Kim Soleum pretending to be a beta in Looky Mart.
She wondered if she was hallucinating him in her final moments. He didn’t smell right when they met in that Darkness. His smell was so muted, so hidden, that she knew it had to be fake. Kim Soleum didn’t save her—he was already dead, MIA, never to be seen again.
Kim Soleum was the most sought-after omega in Baekilmong. She could remember hearing others talk about him, enthralled despite not being close to him at all. Now, he was an average beta in the bureau, but even then, that did not stop people from trailing after him.
He was someone who was good-looking no matter their secondary gender.
Go Yeongeun really picked the worst crush to have. He probably had somebody waiting for him, wondering why he wasn’t home when his heat cycle was approaching. It was too bad that he went into an unexpected heat, huh? It would need to be resolved as quickly as possible.
But then again, some people skipped their natural cycles. Go Yeongeun used to skip her ruts, especially while she was attending school. She needed to focus on her work more than she needed to fuck someone. She could get by months without going through a rut.
Baekilmong was said to make a potion that would get rid of a person’s secondary gender, but it cost 300,000P, and many who wanted to change did not survive long enough to accumulate such a large amount. She wondered if Kim Soleum wanted it. Would he be willing to be rid of his scent for a more normal life?
She inhaled, feeling faint as the scent continued to mess with her head. It was toxic but thrilling. She had always wondered what Kim Soleum smelled like without his scent patches on. He always carried so many, never missing a day, that even during a crisis, she never learned his true scent.
Now, not even his scent patches could cover it up. His heat must have been building up for days, or even weeks, without him being aware enough of it. She had watched him from afar as he slapped on more scent patches, and even helped him inject himself to pass over his last heat.
She felt a soft growl build up in her throat at the thought of Kim Soleum working himself to death for Director Ho, not knowing his own body enough to take care. She was so thankful that she found him so soon.
She bent down, every movement slow and low. She did not want to scare him off, make him cower away. She was just being friendly, didn’t he know? Everything would be fine now that she had arrived.
She gently shifted her arm, her wrist showing toward him. She allowed her scent to brush out in soft waves. Taking it slow was agonizing, but the wait would pay off.
Kim Soleum did not once look at her, all of his energy going into shaking like a leaf in the wind, and pretending that he wasn’t in heat in the middle of the bureau. Meanwhile, she was already planning places where she could fuck him.
“Soleum-ssi,” she said softly, voice soothing but firm. “Soleum-ssi, do you hear me?”
Kim Soleum shifted slightly, his eyes peeking past his sweat-covered forehead and foggy glasses. He panted weakly, every movement taking immense strength and energy.
“Do you know what is happening?” she whispered, voice innocent in spite of the indulging smile she wore.
She placed her fingers on his forehead, wiping away his bangs and revealing more of his flushed face. His cheeks were so red, sweat and tears dripping down them in an attempt to cool off. Go Yeongeun bit her lip in concern, checking the temperature of his forehead.
When the back of her hand lay against Kim Soleum's hot skin, he whined. It was a short, cut-off, high-pitched noise. Her heart ached for him.
He shoved at the cool feeling of her palm compared to his heated temperature, nesting against the other, whining high in the back of his voice when she tried to take away her hand. She had been chosen to help him. That’s what that meant, right?
Go Yeongeun was not going to survive if Kim Soleum was like this all of the time during his heats. He was pliant and malleable, letting her tilt his head back to see his face more clearly.
Kim Soleum was flushed down his chest, pink and in need of a mate. He gasped when Go Yeongeun's fingers ghosted over his nape. He shivered from the heat of her body, and they hadn’t even quite touched yet.
With her nails, she carefully removed the useless, defective scent patch over his gland. It stuck to his skin, slimy and wet, not wanting to part. Go Yeongeun tried her best, but Kim Soleum was in rough shape. His body was fighting against the heat, and his scent gland was trying to become known to the world.
Kim Soleum cried below her, trembling with almost no touch, but she successfully removed the patch that was hurting him. He tried to curl inward and hide his weakness, but he failed. Go Yeongeun placed her other hand on Kim Soleum's shoulder, pinning him in place.
“Shhh, it's okay,” she urged. “I'll take care of you, if you so please.”
Her fingers hovered over his red and needy scent gland. He had abused the suppressors and was paying the cost. This was why omegas needed someone to talk to and trust; otherwise, they ended up like this. If she was his alpha, then none of this would have happened from the start.
Maybe he’ll understand that now. Happy thoughts, yeah? He’ll do better after this. He’ll understand that she was all he ever needed.
“Will Soleum-ssi look at me?” Go Yeongeun asked, just after ripping it off.
Kim Soleum’s eyes flew open from the pain. His dark pupils trembled violently, his dazed mind returning for a split moment. She just smiled at him, discarding the patch onto the floor. She would pick it up later, after she’s had the time of her life.
Go Yeongeun’s fingers hovered above his raw skin. His gland looked nearly bruised. She wanted to tell him to never do that again, to abuse his scent blockers like he had done for months. She was doing good by sabotaging them, wasn’t she? Look at the mess he was in. He needed to experience a natural heat before he ruined his body.
“Go– Go Yeongeun,” he stuttered, his voice slurred as his eyes remained slightly unfocused.
She nodded her head approvingly. “It’s me.” She allowed a disappointed look to befall her. “Soleum-ssi… How could you do this to yourself?”
He shook in her hold. He opened his mouth repeatedly, trying to find ways to explain himself, but it all fell short. Kim Soleum ended up staring at her, unable to respond. There was no rebuttal—he knew he had pushed his body too far.
“You’re so lucky that I found you,” Go Yeongeun said in a quick whisper. “What if one of your teammates returned to the office instead?”
His eyes widened, a flash of panic and despair making him flinch. “That…”
“You would be kicked out. Your assignment would be over, the bureau wouldn’t take you, and no one here would think of you fondly.”
Her hand began to lay flatly on his neck. He was so absorbed into her words, his eyes closed, that he didn’t fight. He was frozen in place, his life flashing behind his eyelids. He would have failed his assignment—would be unable to go home—if Go Yeongeun hadn’t arrived before the rest of Hyeonmu-1.
“You hid the fact you’re an omega from an agency that doesn’t allow omega agents,” she continued, rubbing the tips of her fingers across his scent gland, pressing her nails against it, watching him carefully to see if it pained him. “Everyone here thinks you’re a beta. They would never respect you again if they discovered you’re a liar.”
Tears dripped down his face. It should have been a turn off—anyone else Go Yeongeun knew didn’t like it when their partners cried. Go Yeongeun only found it beautiful. She was transfixed as a tear ran off from his cheek, down to his chin, and dropped onto his collared shirt.
She wanted to lick his tears, only to do something to him that would create more. She continued to pet his gland, her smile increasing as he began to lean toward her touch. He needed someone, anyone, that had alpha pheromones; that was the only thing that would help him regain his senses.
“Do you want me to help you?” She injected more of her scent in the air. Kim Soleum’s eyes opened from their slumber, slivers of red peeking out. “No one has to learn what you are, Soleum-ah.”
“I can’t let Agent Bronze or— or Choi-seonbae find out.” His words were rushed out, panic filling his entire being. “They’ll never look at me the same again.”
She smiled at him, her heart blooming in her chest. “It’s a good thing I’m just what you need.”
He nodded along, and maybe he didn’t completely understand what was going on, but he moved to her wishes. She helped pull him to a stand. He was jelly in her hands, sticky and malleable. He went where she guided him to go.
He didn’t make a sound of complaint as she walked him over to Agent Choi’s desk, and then pushed him against it. He only moaned as she pressed down on the middle of his back, keeping him in place. She flicked his glasses off with a hand, uncaring of them since she knew he could see fine without them. His face was squished, sideways, moaning as her fingernails bit into his skin through his clothes.
She leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “You’ll open up wide for me, won’t you?”
Go Yeongeun just about passed out when Kim Soleum both spread his legs and opened his mouth. He stuck out his tongue, and she wasted no time in plunging two fingers inside. He closed his lips and swirled his tongue around the instrusions, shoving his ass closer to her, needy and whiny.
He was a fucking trip. She positioned her knee between his legs, and let him rut against it. He moaned obscenely around her fingers as he tried to reach some sort of release. She felt like a bad guy when she removed her knee and took the fingers from his mouth.
“Yeonnnmm– Yeongeun,” he breathed out in a rasp. “Come back.” His eyes looked at her from his position across the desk. “Go Yeongeun, please. Please just give me—”
“I’m right here,” she said reassuringly, her canines sharp in her mouth.
Her fingers pulled down the fabric, his scent exploding, enrapturing all of her attention. Hell, when her hand brushed across it, it was damp. She wouldn’t make him wait any longer.
Any other alpha would have taken him by force. The amount of slick he created was heavy in the air. They wouldn’t have spoken to him or earned his trust. She kept a calm head and helped him calm down before asking what he wanted.
Her hand was completely down his pants. His legs wobbled as she pinned him against the desk. He murmured nonsensical things as her fingers pried open the lips of his pussy, the squelch so loud that she just knew that this process would go smoothly.
“You’re wet just for me.” Because of me.
Kim Soleum’s fingers clawed, unseeing, at the desk. A jar of pens tipped over onto old reports that Agent Choi had yet to sign off on. She didn’t soothe him as he scrambled for something grounding. She wanted him to become lost, to be unable to escape her hold as he wondered just where in the world he was.
She slowly inserted two of her fingers. Nothing tightened around her—and it made her smirk, her cheeks flaming in excitement. She shoved a third finger inside and pushed, not backing away until she got a reaction. She was rewarded with a tight squeeze, his greedy cunt trying to drag her hand further inside.
He made a keening noise, practically grinding against her fingers. He drooled across the desk and tears fell down his nose, all the sounds coming from his throat a mix between a sob and a moan.
She mouthed at his back, wanting to rip away all of the layers of his clothing. She wanted to bite him, mark him. She wanted to watch blood drip from round bite marks, wanted to watch as they slowly healed, only for her to bite him in the same place again.
His hands shook as she added a fourth finger inside. His insides were tight, wet, almost sloppy. He was such a mess, who allowed him to be so in need? Go Yeongeun shook her head and thought about how much nicer it would be to lick a strip down his bony spine. How didn’t anyone help him before? This was where he belonged, in between her and a desk, fucked until he couldn’t stand.
“You’ll be good for me,” she panted into his neck, “won’t you?”
He nodded his head the best he could against the desk, his hair splaying out in all directions from the movements. He looked so debauched—his lips bitten red, his pale skin a screaming pink, and his cunt producing enough slick to tell her that he was at the height of his heat.
She planned to do so much more with him. He hoped he would last at least a while longer.
She spread her fingers, widening them as she was creating a spider web and Kim Soleum was the innocent fly trapped in it. Kim Soleum tried to close his legs, unused to the onslaught, but Go Yeongeun was already there. There was nowhere to go with her legs already keeping him open—he couldn’t escape.
His back muscles tensed under her chest from the assault, his cunt tightening enough around her that it felt like it was going to rip it off. She could imagine how good it would feel to fuck into him as he moaned her name, a slurred string of syllables that would slowly devolve into alpha, alpha, fuck me please. She wanted to tear his clothes off and watch as his pussy convulsed when she rammed her cock into it.
She curled her fingers, feeling in real time as Kim Soleum had had enough. His legs went weak in the knees as she pressed into him. This was a long enough warm up, she thought. There was barely anything left to do. She was an alpha, he was an omega; it was obvious what the next action would be.
Slipping her fingers out made him whine. He was such a needy thing, a fawn who couldn’t even stand without help. Did he need to realize just how much he wanted—needed— her?
Go Yeongeun lifted her slick-ridden hand up. “Open wide, Soleum-ah.”
Like the magnificent omega he was, he listened to his alpha without delay. His lips parted and his eyes turned to focus on what she was presenting him.
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “This is how much you wanted me to bend you over this table.” He opened his mouth, swallowing in her fingers, tasting the slick he produced from interacting with her scent. “You wanted me so badly that you’re dripping on the ground like a slut.”
He responded beautifully to her words, whining around her fingers. Go Yeongeun smiled, pressed a kiss to his hot cheek after removing her hands, and patted his head. She wiped the sweat-slicked hair sticking to his forehead away, and imagined kissing him on his temple to wake him up in the morning.
She peeled back his shirt, hiking it up so that she could look at his back. She wanted to lick it, kiss it, and bite it instantly, but first, she pulled down his pants.
He hissed from the cold air as his slick dripped down his thighs, spreading everywhere across his skin. She knew it must be uncomfortable, but it would help with chaffing, wouldn’t it? He should be thankful that he was producing a healthy amount of slick after treating his body so hazardously.
It happened quickly, a pang of unbridled need carrying her through it. She undid her britches, spread slick on her cock, and pressed against him. He cried out as her tip entered his cunt, a breathless moan that made her respond in kind. She heaved across Kim Soleum’s back, feeling too hot all of a sudden from finally having what she had been dreaming of for weeks.
He was warmth and kindness wrapped in a tight package with a bow on top, tying his hands behind him. His velvet-like walls of spice swallowed her tip, and welcomed the rest of her cock with it. She gripped Kim Soleum’s hips, her nails growing out into points, a sign that she was close to losing control.
She could taste blood on her tongue—it was her own. She had bitten through her lip, her canines gleaming in crimson. She barely gave it a thought before she thrust in and bit his luscious skin. Salt sat on her tongue before it was overtaken by copper. She lapped at the blood once her teeth released from his flesh.
His toes curled and his fingers grabbed hold of the fallen pens from earlier, gripping them so strongly that they cracked in two. She lifted a hand from his hip, and dragged his arm down. She licked between his fingers, sucking at the tips, just to watch him tremble and moan as she rocked into his throbbing cunt languidly.
“Yeong– Yeongeun-ssi,” he said in a wrecked voice, “I, I… We have to leave before they come back.”
Go Yeongeun knew that—he didn’t have to remind her with teary eyes and a panicked voice as she dropped his hand to pin him back in place—but it didn’t stop her from viciously pulling his hips down as she pushed up. The desk legs shook violently as Go Yeongeun built up her release, her hips swaying to the beat of their synced hearts.
Kim Soleum was a wonderful omega, so close to perfect. The alpha dragged Kim Soleum’s shirt down with her teeth, exposing his neck. She couldn’t wait to teach him to do better, to start a family, to watch him teach their kids right from wrong. He had no drugs in his system. It should be fine, right?
She licked his scent gland, mouthing over it with every chance she got. Kim Soleum keened as she sped up the pace of her thrusts, his pussy clenching down hard as he climaxed. The thrusts turned wetter, louder. She pistoned her hips, not slowing down until the warmth in her lower stomach could no longer be abated.
Her knot began to swell. She pushed in one final time, enough to tip the front two legs of the desk up as she tried to fuck through Kim Soleum. His stomach was round and full, her cock protruding through his thin frame. She couldn’t wait to make that more permanent, to fill him with pups.
“Y– Yeongeun,” he began to whimper in confusion, voice a warble. “It’s— Is it…? Alpha. Is this—!?”
She knew why he was suddenly concerned. Her knot was growing larger and larger, filling him up to the brim, till he was overstuffed. Her release would not be discharged. She plugged him up, hugged him from behind, and shushed him in an attempt to calm him down. She was so glad it worked—he turned to mush against the desk.
“You’re mine now,” she said simply, face flushed as she envisioned a million possible futures with her omega.
Kim Soleum hummed in agreement, his eyes dazed. “Yours,” he confirmed in a slurred, exhausted voice.
Licking her teeth, and stopped mouthing at his neck. She turned her focus to his scent gland, still red and bruised-looking. Go Yeongeun rubbed her cheek against it, peppering kisses across the unclaimed neck before giving the telling signal that Kim Soleum was hers.
Her teeth had barely dug in before she felt their bond click into place. She growled a soft rumble in excitement, not wanting to let go of Kim Soleum. He made a small hissing noise from the pain, but he didn’t ask her to stop. He actually seemed to feel good, if his low, hum-like purr was a sign.
When she unclenched her jaw, and looked up to take in her surroundings, she realized that the entire room smelled like a blend of an alpha and an omega. She couldn’t clean the Hyeonmu-1 office of their scents even if she had a week to try. She hoped Kim Soleum would forgive her for this transgression that she had planned to happen.
She wiped her mouth, accidentally locking eyes with the person who entered the room. She didn’t feel startled—she knew exactly what time Agent Bronze would return from lunch. He and Agent Choi were so easy to keep track of, it made it easier to work around their schedules.
Agent Bronze’s eyes widened, his hands by at sides shaking. She smiled as she licked her lips, getting rid of the remnants of Kim Soleum’s blood. What was this guy going to do? Try to separate a newly bonded pair? That was illegal. No civil servant would dare.
“Good afternoon,” she greeted, like it was a casual thing to be fucking Agent Bronze’s hubae on Agent Choi’s desk.