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Jay walks into his 8 AM physics class five minutes late, hungover and irritated. His suitemate Sunoo had snuck his boyfriend Jungwon over to the Omega dorms, and Jay had spent a long night hearing things that even his most expensive noise-cancelling headphones and silk sleeping masks couldn’t keep out.
Every thirty minutes, Sunoo would bang on his door asking if he was positive that he didn’t want to join.
“It’ll be stress relieving.” Sunoo coaxes from behind the doorway. Really, Jay loves him and Jungwon both to death—they’re the cutest couple—but the jokes aren’t very funny, and cost him a full night of beauty sleep.
He slides right next to his usual seat in the third row, where Sunghoon already has his morning matcha latte waiting for him.
“Rough night?” Sunghoon asks, glancing up and down Jay’s figure. To the untrained eye, Jay looks every bit as perfect as he usually does, but Sunghoon’s known him long enough to understand how Jay gets when he doesn’t get his full eight hours.
“Sunoo and Jungwon are so unfunny.” Jay mutters out. He’s glad the professor isn’t here yet. “They couldn’t keep it down last night and kept joking around with me.”
Sunghoon purses his lips into a thin line and opens his mouth like he’s going to make a comment. Just then, Professor Choi comes in. A notorious hardass. Jay laments the fact that not only was he stuck in an 8 AM Physics class that had no bearing on his linguistics degree, but also had the only professor rated below one star.
As the lesson begins, Jay, despite all his efforts on concentrating on the lesson, finds himself drifting off thirty minutes in. Just then, the professor slams a book down. Jay’s eyes fly open.
“Are you sleeping during my lesson?” He snaps angrily. Jay can already feel the tips of his ears turning pink, but Professor Choi isn’t looking at him, but rather to the back of the ginormous lecture hall. Slowly, Jay, along with the rest of the class, turns his head.
A boy is looking up from where his head was clearly buried in his arms, sleep marks across his cheek. (A cute boy, Jay notes.) He’s blinking sleep out of his eyes, and has the audacity to stifle a yawn. “Right, apologies”
While Jay’s surprised by the foreign accent that slips out (Australian?), he's even more surprised by his attitude. Really, there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity. There’s a whole library under his name sitting on campus, courtesy of his great-grandfather, and even he would never speak to Professor Choi like that, not unless he had a death wish.
Professor Choi is staring at him, for a moment somewhat speechless. “Since you already clearly know the class so well, you won’t have a problem coming up and solving this then.” He barks out.
Public humiliation then. Jay has half a mind to close his eyes and go back to sleep. Everyone knows that Professor Choi’s class practice problems are handmade and impossible. He’s a research guy, not really a teaching one.
Yet the boy strolls up to the front of the lecture hall with confidence, and begins working on the problem. Like this, closer up, Jay can observe him better. He doesn’t exactly have the greatest fashion sense—he’s just wearing a pair of ratty basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie—nor does he exactly have the most domineering presence. After all, they’re two months into the semester and Jay had had no clue who he was until today. But he’s cute, sort of like a puppy, with big features, floppy hair, and big, brown eyes.
His train of thought is cut off as the boy puts the marker down. Professor glances up from his reading with a smug expression on his face, clearly expectant that the boy had tapped out five minutes in, an open window for him to berate the boy for his stupidity.
Yet as the teacher glances through the work, his face grows whiter and whiter. Finally, after a moment of silence, he utters out “You may sit back down.”
With the same confidence that he walked to the front of the room with, the boy walks back to his seat, and promptly goes back to sleep.
“Who’s that,” Jay whispers over to Sunghoon, who’s watching with a knowing glint in his eyes.
“Sim Jaeyun,” Sunghoon whispers back. “You literally know him, Jay. I play soccer with him all the time? You know, the two matches you’ve been to?”
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乀(ˍ, ل ل じしˍ,)ノ
Jay’s sitting in the cafeteria, as Riki, the freshman adopted into their group, tries his hardest to give Jay his favorite parts of the meal. When Sunghoon rushes to the seat next to Jay, Jungwon shoots him a dirty look, opting to sit in the chair across from him instead, Sunoo sitting down shortly after. Jay pays it no mind.
“Won,” Jay begins. “You’ll never guess what happened. A kid literally solved one of Professor Choi’s humiliation rituals.”
Jungwon's mouth drops open in shock. He had Professor Choi the semester before, and barely survived. He knows first-hand how rough the class is.
“What’s the big deal?” Sunghoon asks, one hand snaking around Jay’s tiny waist, the other shoving a gym bro-protein-chicken-broccoli concoction into his mouth. “I thought you guys knew him. Jake, he’s like a physics genius. Total nerd though, like not even that good at soccer or League.”
“But it was cool, Sunghoon.” Jay whines out. “And he was like, really cute.”
At that, the table goes silent. Even Riki stops picking out the vegetables from his soup.
“But he’s like, a total nerd,” Sunghoon splutters out, “like, I’m pretty sure he just studies and watches like, hentai all day.”
“Yeah!” Sunoo adds in. “I know him. We went to boarding school together, after he moved from Australia. Smart guy, but get this.” His voice drops an octave as he leans in, like he’s sharing a big secret. “He’s still a virgin.”
At that, Jay gasps in horror. Really, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. He knows at that moment what he has to do. He has to save the poor cute boy in the back of his 8 AM physics class from the abject horror of being a virgin.
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It’s really all too easy, getting a hold of Jake. At the end of the next physics class, Jay stops him.
“Hey, wait up!” He calls out. Jake turns around and freezes, blinks furiously like he can’t quite believe his eyes. Jay stops before him, offering his most dazzling smile. “I’m Jay.”
Almost instinctively, Jake is smiling at him right back, somewhat woozy and star-stuck, before he’s blinking again. “I know,” he says before spluttering out “I mean hey. I’m Jake. Like Sim Jaeyun.”
“I know.” Jay mirrors him, letting out a giggle. Jake’s staring at him, almost enchanted, eyes transfixed on his face. “I was just wondering if you could help me out with this week’s problem set? You were so cool yesterday when you solved the problem, and I could use some help right now in this class.”
Jake looks like he can’t quite believe his ears, somewhere between winning the lottery and waking up from a dream. “Yeah, I mean of course!” he says.
“When are you free?”
“Anytime. Like right now. Or um, actually I have to get to soccer practice, and then I have an anime club meeting after.” Jake winces after that, like he can’t quite believe he just said that to Jay. “But I mean, I’m free all of this evening!”
“Sounds good then! Let’s do seven then, in your room. I’ll meet you in front of the Alpha dorms. It’s a date.” Before Jake can respond, Jay is walking away, leaving him glued in place. Jay will have to ask Sunoo for some extra condoms.
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Jay’s been seated next to Jake in this stupid dorm for forty-five minutes already. Jay spent a whole hour getting ready. He’s wearing his tightest clothes. He knows his waist is showing, knows these pants make his ass look extra fat. Hell, Jay didn’t even put on his scent patches, instead opting to allow his pheromones to waft throughout the stuffy room. He knows he smells good (he’s been told that like, every day of his life), so why are they just sitting and actually doing physics problems?
Basically everything he’s done has made him seem downright desperate for some dick. The second he saw Jake, he gave him a nice big hug. He’s batted his lashes at him probably fifty times already, pretty kitty eyes practically begging for it. He’s done everything short of screaming “FUCK ME” at the top of his lungs to Jake, yet this stupid virgin is actually walking him through the physics problem.
He should have expected this when he first heard from Sunoo, but he’s never had to actually make the first move before.
Jake’s wiping his sweaty palms on the sides of his ratty basketball shorts (he’s still in that stupid loser outfit), and Jay has half a mind to walk outside of this stupid Alpha dorm right this second. The walls, true to Sunghoon’s words, are adorned with anime and soccer posters. Physics textbooks litter the bookshelves, and in the corner is a full professional gaming setup. For someone who really does suck at League (Sunghoon showed him his stats), he seems to take gaming pretty seriously.
Three minutes past the one-hour mark, and Jay looks up from the physics problem to look at Jake, really study him. Like this, he can tell he’s not unaffected either— his eyes are hazy, hand trembling slightly around the pencil, face flushed. Jay trails his eyes down only to freeze, hypnotized for a moment. Jake’s got a huge bulge in his ratty basketball shorts, the biggest he’s ever seen. As he looks back up, mouth watering, Jake’s already looking at him, leaning in.
Finally. Jay thinks, finally finally finally, right before Jake chokes on his own saliva and uncontrollably coughs into his elbow.
Jay sees red. He did all this, all this getting ready, all this flirting for a stupid alpha just to be actually solving physics problems for an hour, so he swallows his stupid pride and straddles Jake’s lap. “You didn’t think we were just going to study, did you?” He’s whispering into his ear, and then they’re kissing.
Kissing isn’t exactly the right word for what Jake’s doing to him. He uses too much of everything: too much tongue, too much teeth, too much saliva. He really is a puppy, overly excited at the promise of a pretty thing in his lap, settling his big hands around Jay’s tiny waist, then fumbling with the hem of Jay’s shirt like he’s not quite sure what to do with his hands.
“You’re so pretty,” Jake moans against his mouth as Jay takes his pants off. “So pretty” as Jake reaches his hand out to graze against the omega’s lace panties, his hand coming back sticky with slick. He brings it to his nose, eyes rolling back as he inhales.
Jay pulls his panties down, is about to discard them, when Jake grasps onto his wrist. “Wait!” he says, eyes hazed over, plump lips bitten red and hanging open. “Can I keep them? Pretty please?”
Jay’s too busy grinding his sopping cunt down into the alpha’s thigh to respond, so Jake takes the panties and safely deposits them into the pocket of his shorts before pulling his own pants down, underwear at all. Jay’s faced with an absolute monster of a cock, so hard it looks painful, leaking precum everywhere.
Jay swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth—he’ll get a taste later—and pushes Jake down to his dingy twin sized bed, straddling him again. Jay’s always been a pillow princess, but it’s clear that the alpha can’t do much but grope mindlessly at his waist, his ass, his nipples, like he’s trying to touch every inch of his body, so he accepts that he’s going to have to do all the work.
He slides a finger into his messy pussy, groaning as Jake practically drools over the image. It’s been so long, he’s going to have to work himself up to take the monster in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jake begs, “Can I put it in? Just the tip?”
He’s never going to let this loser hit again, but Jay has to take pity on him. He’s slicked up enough that it’ll be fine (probably), and it really does look like his dick hurts, so he spreads his pink lips and sinks down slowly on the thick head, working at his own pace.
Regardless of the buckets of slick he’s been letting out since he stepped foot in the dorm, it still hurts, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He sinks down until Jake’s halfway in. It’s already so deep he can feel the Alpha in his guts, the sting of the stretch making his thighs tremble.
He reconciles that this is the furthest he can take tonight. The biggest cock he’s ever encountered, and he can only take half. Sunoo would be so disappointed.
“Your pussy’s so pink” Jake moans out as Jay begins to move, each drag against his sensitive walls bringing out a new whimper from the omega. “Prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen, so tight and perfect for me.”
That’s all it takes before Jay is orgasming, muscles spasming as his legs nearly give out. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he comes, squeezing the tip of Jake’s cock, slick dripping down its shaft.
Still blinking stars out of his eyes, Jay tries to lift off the monster inside him, but finds that he can’t. Jake’s veiny hands are still firmly placed on his hips, trapping him there.
“You aren’t even going to make me come?” Jake asks, eyebrow cocked. “Just going to orgasm all by yourself? Fucking selfish whore.” He pulls his hand back and gives Jay’s fat ass a hard spank, and Jay’s mouth drops into a pretty o.
Jake’s personality switches so fast that the omega gets whiplash. Before he can muster up a thought on it, still in a post-orgasm haze, Jake is pulling out and flipping him around on the bed so that the alpha’s on top, feeding the large tip of his cock back into Jay’s messy pussy.
“Jakey waittt,” Jay whines out, trying to squirm away. “Wait, ‘m still sensitive-”
He’s cut off as Jake thrusts his dick in all the way, balls-deep, his cock deeper than anyone’s ever been. Jay’s eyes roll to the back of his head, pink tongue sticking out as he orgasms hard, slick splashing everywhere as Jake begins to pound him through it. He’s never squirted before, but Jake doesn’t give him time to recover, just keeps thrusting.
“Fuck yeah bitch,” Jake groans out, nosing his way to Jay’s heart-shaped birthmark before sucking it hard. “Make it wet for me, so fucking sloppy. Can’t believe a little slut like you just came from me putting it in. I’m going to ruin this pretty little cunt, no one else is gonna be able to use it after me.”
Jay’s full on crying now as Jake uses him like a toy, pounding hard against his used pussy. Two orgasms in and he’s exhausted, but Jake keeps chasing after his own pleasure like Jay was made for him.
Jake’s lifting his legs up now, forcing him into a mating press, and it’s then that Jay receives new information that he can in fact go deeper, looks down and watches the remaining inches of his cock disappear into the omega’s wet, greedy cunt until it bruises his cervix.
Jake brings him into a filthy kiss, again taking taking taking, all teeth and saliva as he murmurs dirty words against his lips. “You were made for this, made for me. You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted this, since I first saw you on campus freshman year. You don’t even know how everyone wants you, fuck everyone’s going to be so jealous. You feel so good around my cock, perfect tight little pussy, that’s all you’re worth, you’re so beautiful.”
Jay can’t do anything but lie there uselessly as he takes the rough pounding, loud noises echoing through the dorm as skin slaps against skin. If he could think right now, he’d be mortified at the noises escaping his cherry-bitten lips. He sounds like a whore, letting out filthy moans that he once thought could only be heard in porn.
“Please be gentle Alpha, too much, it’s too much, alpha please,” Jay whimpers, delirious.
“Too much?” Jake says, continuing to destroy the omega’s pretty little cunt, forcing the tight pink space open for him. “That’s not what you were acting like when you were begging for it all day. Physics problems? What a joke. You smelled like a slut the whole time, filling the entire room. You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”
“Fuck, can’t believe I got to hit before Sunghoon did. He’s been talking about it for so long, how he’s been working up to it, getting you those cute little drinks. And I did it in a fucking day too.” Jake murmurs against his ear, before promptly biting down on his earlobe, inducing a fresh wave of tears.
Hoon? He would nev-
Jay almost finishes his thought before Jake’s hand is trailing down to his poor clit, caught between each pounding he’s receiving, as he begins to toy with it, and his mental capacity quickly vanishes as he squirts again.
Jake continues to whisper filthy promises into the omega’s ears. “Maybe I’ll let him use it once, just to be nice. He clearly wants it bad enough. It’s such a shame for all the alphas out there that I’ll be the only one using this greedy cunt.” He pulls back and pauses, studying Jay’s face, his pretty cat eyes glimmering with tears, his swollen lips, his flushed cheeks.
“Nah, definitely not. This cunt’s all for me. You’re going to be mine forever, you hear me Jay? Fuck, you’re so pretty, so perfect, so tight.”
He pulls out and flips Jay over, forcing his head down and ass out, grabbing at the soft flesh of his perfect butt. “Prettiest omega I’ve ever seen” he praises, to which Jay’s thighs tremble and a fresh surge of slick gushes out of his abused cunt at the compliment.
“So cute,” Jake snickers as he lines his cock up again, thrusting all the way back into Jay’s guts. Jay’s legs promptly give out, his pretty pussy protesting in painful pleasure, but Jake just manhandles his legs back up.
“I’m the one doing all the work,” Jake pulls a hand back and sharply spanks the omegas fat ass, watching appreciatively as his butt recoils on impact. “Just fucking take it.”
Jay tries to squirm away, putting his remaining energy into crawling away from the massive dick fucking his pussy, but all that earns him large hands slamming the omegas body back on the cock and more harsh spanks on his butt.
“Sunoo and Jungwon too,” Jake muses as Jay sobs underneath him, face pressed harshly against the pillow. “Your Hoon was saying that they’ve been plotting on you since before they even got together. They had an ongoing bet going, you know? Who gets to use this cunt first, then they were going to do it together.”
That couldn’t be right, Jay thinks. Sunoo and Jungwon have been dating for forever, practically married, Hoon would never, but Jake is flipping Jay around again and gathering him up in his arms to face him, making out with him again as he whispers promises against his mouth.
“I would never do that to you, you’ll be only mine forever. Okay?”
Jay orgasms again, crying overstimulated tears that Jake promptly kisses away, before he feels an insistent bulge growing at the base of the alpha’s dick.
“Nooooo” he works up enough consciousness to whimper out “you can’t, ‘m gonna get pregnant, only for my alpha.”
Jake chuckles against the nape of his neck, right against his birthmark. Just as he thrusts down extra hard, popping his knot into Jay’s tight warmth, he noses again against his birthmark and bites down hard, claiming him for life. Jay promptly squirts again, orgasming for the fifth time that night, almost blacking out.
He trembles through the aftershocks and Jake groans into the omega’s warm, tanned skin, lapping lazily at the dots of blood that emerge from the fresh bite. He feels the warmth of Jake’s cum pushing into his tummy, all the way into his cervix, cumming gallons to ensure he gets pregnant.
He’s whimpering and crying, overstimulated and sore and tired as he waits for Jake’s knot to go down so he can just roll over and go to sleep and hopefully wake up from this nightmare. But as Jake slips out, he presses another kiss to the omega’s lips, almost chaste before grabbing him by his slim waist and moving down to his ruined cunt.
“But baby, I’ve only cum once” he says, pink tongue poking out to taste Jay’s folds.
So cute. Jay thinks involuntarily. Like a puppy. Like this, looking down at Jake’s handsome face, he can reimagine the cute golden-retriever type nerd that he thought the alpha was just a few hours ago.
“You’ve squirted like, five times already. It’s only fair I get a few more in too. Don’t be selfish, it’s the least you can do for your alpha.”
But as Jake begins making out with his cunt—the same way he kisses, too much teeth, tongue, saliva, just too much—-Jay thinks that he was wrong about Jake. He’s not a cute, well trained puppy, but a rabid dog, ready to sink his teeth into his prey.
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Jay wakes up the next morning to loud rock music. He’s surprisingly clean—body completely dry, sheets changed—but naked and nestled in Jake’s arms, his head resting on the alpha’s chest. He feels like he’s been hit by a train.
He recognizes that ringtone though. It’s his dad calling. His dad hardly ever calls, though, despite their good relationship—more of a meet-in-person type of guy (his parents fly over frequently to see him on campus.)
It must be really important then. Unwillingly, he moves to pick up the phone. “Appa?” He asks “What is it?”
“Great news, Jay! The son of Sim Conglomerate, you know them, just sent in a marriage proposal. It was so sweet, you know it's so rare that the new generation does things the correct way. Their son’s a purebred dominant alpha, we’re so lucky!”
“What? What’s going on?” Of course he knows Sim Conglomerate—really, everyone does—but more importantly, their family is known for their strict breeding standards and traditional alpha values. Jay’s family is wealthy, all private jets and donated library buildings and luxury cars, but Sim Conglomerate is on its own playing field.
“It really is time you got married, Jongseong, you’re graduating next year—already a senior in college! We’ve gone ahead and accepted, of course. Eomma says hi! Love you, bye!”
He looks up from his phone in disbelief to Jake awake, face resting on his propped up arms as he gazes at him, sparkling puppy eyes glimmering innocently in the morning light. “Jay, baby, would you prefer an autumn wedding?”