The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]-Chapter 44: Valentine’s special: You’re the alpha, knot me again (5)

Cheon Areum’s legs locked tighter around Yoon Seoyul’s waist—thighs clamping down with bone breaking strength, heels digging into the small of his back with desperate strength. His arms wound around broad shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick muscle, nails leaving faint red crescents. He pressed his face in Yoon Seoyul’s neck and shoulder, nose buried against warm skin, inhaling the thick vanilla scent in greedy gulps. His own pheromones poured out uncontrollably every breath he took made it feel like he was drinking fire.

"Areum?"

Yoon Seoyul asked with concern his large hand sliding up Cheon Areum’s back in slow, soothing strokes. The other arm stayed banded around his waist, holding him steady as he lifted Cheon Areum clean off the mattress in one effortless motion. Cheon Areum’s body rose with him—weightless, clinging, refusing to let even an inch of space open between them. His legs squeezed harder; arms tightened until his chest was flush to Yoon Seoyul’s, heartbeat slamming against heartbeat.

"Don’t stay still."

Cheon Areum mumbled into the damp skin of Yoon Seoyul’s shoulder, words muffled.

"I want you to fuck me more..."

Yoon Seoyul sighed—long, worried and carefully lowered them both back to the bed. He sat with legs crossed beneath him, pulling Cheon Areum fully into his lap so the smaller omega could straddled him more easily, still impaled with the beastly shaft. Arms wrapped around Cheon Areum’s back in a full, enveloping hug; lips found his temple, his cheek, the corner of his eye—soft, repetitive kisses that tasted of salt and restraint.

"Let’s take a little break. I don’t want to hurt you."

He tried to convince Cheon Areum gently. His hands moved down to Cheon Areum’s hips, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above where they were joined. He began the slow, careful withdrawal—hips tilting back just enough to pull out bit by bit the stretch already making Cheon Areum’s thighs quiver.

But the moment the pressure lessened—Cheon Areum flooded the room. His pheromones surged in a dizzying wave, scorching, almost painful in its intensity. His pheromones exploded outward, wrapping around Yoon Seoyul like a living thing, sinking into his pores, his lungs, his bloodstream. Cheon Areum’s body burned—skin fever-hot, slick gushing anew around the retreating member in hot, slippery pulses that soaked Yoon Seoyul’s thighs and the sheets beneath them. His own member—hard again, flushed dark and throbbed against Yoon Seoyul’s stomach, leaking steadily even as Yoon Seoyul retreated.

Cheon Areum clung harder—arms locking around Yoon Seoyul’s neck, legs squeezing until muscles trembled, face buried deeper into the alpha’s shoulder as if Yoon Seoyul were the only solid thing left in the world. A broken, needy whine escaped his throat he began pleading—as his hips moved instinctively, chasing the retreating fullness, refusing to let it go. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"No—no—don’t—Don’t pull out—please—need you inside—need more—"

The words tumbled out in frantic gasps against Yoon Seoyul’s skin. His body shook violently now—overstimulated, overheated, pheromones pouring out in waves that made the air shimmer with heat. Tears slipped free again, hot and fast, soaking into Yoon Seoyul’s shoulder. Every nerve and every inch of his skin craved the contact, the pleasure.

Yoon Seoyul froze mid-motion—hips still tilted back, the length that had been just barely beginning to ease was immediately hardened. His arms tightened around Cheon Areum instantly as he frowned, one hand sliding up to the back of his head, fingers threading into damp hair.

"You...are you in heat?"

He asked but also couldn’t hold back anymore. Yoon Seoyul thrust forward—slow, careful—reseating the member fully with one gentle thrust that made Cheon Areum gasp and arch, inner walls fluttering wildly in grateful spasms. Yoon Seoyul held him close—chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat—jolting them both with his thrusts while Cheon Areum trembled in his arms.

Yoon Seoyul pulled Cheon Areum into a seated kiss—deep, urgent, mouths crashing together with the wet slide of tongues and the faint metallic tang of bitten lips. His hands framed Cheon Areum’s face at first, thumbs pressing into flushed cheeks, then slid down to grip his waist with bruising force as he rolled his hips upward in sharper, more insistent thrusts.

The swollen base thrust relentlessly against oversensitive walls. Each upward snap sent slick gushing anew, hot and copious, coating Yoon Seoyul’s thighs and dripping in steady, obscene trails down the cleft of Cheon Areum’s buttocks to soak the already ruined sheets. The wet slap of skin meeting skin echoed louder now, rhythmic and filthy, mingling with Cheon Areum’s broken, gasping moans muffled against Yoon Seoyul’s mouth. Cheon Areum’s heat was far beyond normal omega intensity.

After the last medical exam it had been ruled unequivocal: he could not endure a heat alone. Without an alpha to anchor him, the fever would spike dangerously high, pheromones turning toxic in his bloodstream, body burning itself out from the inside. But with an alpha—especially one in full rut—the feedback loop became something else entirely: pheromones feeding pheromones, heat amplifying rut, rut stoking heat until both were drowning in it.

Right now, Cheon Areum was a furnace.

His skin felt scalding under Yoon Seoyul’s palms—fever-hot, slick with sweat that glistened like oil. Every exhale carried a fresh wave of his scent so potent it was even making Cheon Areum dizzy. Yoon Seoyul—already deep in rut—was barely holding the line.

His own vanilla pheromones had long since spiked into something darker: smoked cedar, burnt caramel, the sharp bite of iron underneath—like vanilla pods charred over open flame. The combination of their scents created a heady, suffocating cocktail that pressed against their temples, made vision blur at the edges, made rational thought feel distant and unimportant. His thrusts grew erratic—less controlled, more primal—hips snapping up harder that forced high, keening sounds from Cheon Areum’s throat.

Cheon Areum’s arms locked around Yoon Seoyul’s neck, nails raking down his back in long, red lines that stung sweetly in the humid air. His legs squeezed tighter around Yoon Seoyul’s waist, heels. Tears—hot, fresh—slipped from the corners of his eyes again, tracking down flushed cheeks to drip onto Yoon Seoyul’s collarbone.

"Seoyul—faster—harder—"

The plea came out slurred, desperate, voice cracking on every syllable but before he could say more he was pulled in the kiss again by Yoon Seoyul. His inner walls spasmed wildly around the beastly member inside him another sharp thrust upward and at that moment Yoon Seoyul knotted him for the second time swelling impossibly thicker forcing a choked sob from Cheon Areum. He clenched hard—deliberate, vicious—around the knot, inner muscles rippling in tight waves that made Yoon Seoyul’s whole body seize.

"Haa... it hurts... Areum, loosen up..."

Yoon Seoyul tilted his head back slightly as he spoke out with difficulty, throat working on a hard swallow, sweat beading along his jaw and trickling down the column of his neck in slow, glistening trails. Tears—actual tears—gathered at the corners of his eyes, not from sadness but from the sheer, overwhelming pressure squeezing him from the inside out.

His free hand shook as he slid it between them—fingers brushing the slick, swollen rim where they were fused together. He tried to insert a finger alongside the knot, probing gently at the already overstretched entrance in a frantic bid for space, for relief. The added finger only made Cheon Areum’s walls flutter harder, clamping down reflexively making Yoon Seoyul give up on trying to loosen the hole.

Yoon Seoyul flipping them so Cheon Areum’s back hit the mattress again, legs still wrapped tight around his waist. He braced one forearm beside Cheon Areum’s head, the other hand sliding under his lower back to lift his hips higher, changing the angle readily thrusting until every thrust punched directly against that swollen front wall. The pace turned brutal—deep, relentless, the knot dragging in and out just enough to catch and stretch on every withdrawal before slamming home again. Slick sprayed with each impact; the wet, filthy sounds filled the room alongside Cheon Areum’s high, shattered cries.

Cheon Areum gave himself over completely letting Yoon Seoyul take him for what felt like hours. The mattress had long since soaked through, heavy with their combined slick and sweat and release; every shift of weight produced a faint, wet squelch beneath them.

Yoon Seoyul moved above him with steady, relentless rhythm—hips rolling deep and unhurried now, no longer chasing release but savoring the slow, wet drag of every inch inside Cheon Areum’s oversensitive body. Each thrust pushed fresh waves of heat through Cheon Areum’s core; his inner walls fluttered weakly around the intrusion, too exhausted to clench hard anymore, only able to ripple and quiver in helpless little spasms.

Cheon Areum had already come—multiple times—without a single touch to his member.

He might have been too crazy to declare five knots but Yoon Seoyul didn’t stop. After the second flood of hot, thick release Yoon Seoyul simply kept going. No matter how much he sobbed and whimpered Yoon Seoyul kept knotting him throughout the night. By the fourth, Cheon Areum had stopped counting. His body moved on autopilot: hips rocking weakly in time with Yoon Seoyul’s thrusts.

He barely registered the fifth. Yoon Seoyul flipped him gently onto his stomach—careful, reverent—chest to back, one arm banded around Cheon Areum’s waist to keep him close. The new angle drove the knot even deeper; every slow grind pressed it directly against that swollen front wall until Cheon Areum’s legs gave out completely, thighs shaking, toes curling against the sheets. His face pressed into the pillow, muffling the last of his whimpers—soft, wordless, utterly spent.