@16Biyoo: 🔞#ODSP #orv CW: dub-con, omega...

🔞#ODSP #orv CW: dub-con, omegaverse, underage

SP first met OD at a bus stop. The poor boy was more purple and green than pale porcelain, bruises marred his otherwise unblemished body. Compared to SPs rough, tanned skin, this innocent boy didn't deserve to weather the storm

of the brutal world.

"What happened?"

KDJ looked up to see a powerful and imposing figure towering above him and nearly yelped in shock. "H-Hello, mister."

SP blinked, then smiled. "Hello, young man." Seeing that scarred lip pinch his otherwise beautiful smile was

breathtaking. KDJ's breath hitched. He couldn't help but stare at the stranger, seemingly forgetting what had been asked.

"How did you get those marks?" The strange man asked, snapping KDJ out of his trance.

"Oh.. I fell." He lied.

SP hummed.

As the bus arrived, completely full.

"Ah, I do hate crowded spaces." SP murmured mostly to himself, but also to another pair of small ears.

As soon as he stepped onto the bus, people parted ways for him, deliberately getting out of their seats and practically hiding.

SP was used to this. What he wasn't used to was the pair of little feet swinging alongside his stilled ones.

He curiously glanced at the young boy.

"I don't like crowded spaces either." KDJ admitted. SP chuckled. Children- even adults- were intimidated by SP's appearance.

To have a child no more than 10 interact with him like this was endearing. SP could feel his repressed omega preening at the sight, his maternal instincts taking ahold.

He couldn't help but rustle the pups head, who squished like a blubbering bird.

"Tell me, little one, where are you going?"

The question puzzled KDJ. Originally, he had intended to take the bus until it stopped, anything to get away from the hellhole of his own home, but then what?

Where would he go afterwards?

"I don't know." KDJ honestly replied.

SP hummed. "If that's the case, come with me. We'll go somewhere and patch you up."

With nothing else to do KDJ agreed.

As the two got off of the bus, SP led them to a shady establishment which gave OD the goosebumps.

Nevertheless, the boy followed the stranger past the alleyway and into the run building with a surprisingly neat interior.

There was a man at the counter scrolling through his phone. Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted him. "Tell Seolhwa-ssi that the Secretive Plotter is here."

Kim Dokja was baffled. Was he supposed to be the Secretive Plotter? Cause no way would a man like that refer to himself with such a chuuni name...

"Mister, what's your name?" Kim Dokja finally asked.

The man peered down, getting onto his knees, whispering, "Yoo Joonghyuk."

SP drew himself back from the blushing boy. "It's a secret, alright?"

KDJ nodded.

A woman with long white hair came down the stairs, surprised at the duo who greeted her.

"Secretive Plotter, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

YJH patted KDJ's back, "Come on, let's follow."

The lady led them upstairs into a medical room that reminded KDJ of the dentist. The last time he went, he had to get a lot of teeth pulled because he didn't brush them properly.

Apparently you had to use something called toothpaste? Anyhow, the nice lady told him that he wasn't getting any teeth pulled when he asked, so that was a plus.

She examined his arms, lightly tracing the bruises that rode up his shirt. "What's your name?" She asked.

"I'm Kim Dokja." The boy answered. "Dokja, could you do me a favor and take off your shirt?"

KDJ stilled. "Um..." He looked at YJH for help.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." SP said, reassuring him. "She just wants to help bandage you up, that's all."

Hearing this, KDJ complied, hesitantly removing his shirt. Bruises both blue and gold highlighted his skin, the worse of it centered around his abdomen where tender skin burned red.

Welt scars danced across his back, painting a sick canvas of abuse only an adult could achieve.

LSH breath hitched, SP's eyes darkened. "Did your parents do this to you?" KDJ sullenly nodded.

SP walked forward, crouching in front of KDJ. "Dokja-yah, no matter what happens from now on, I won't let any harm come your way."

The rest was history.

SP took OD under his wing, forging documents, becoming his legal guardian, and enrolling him into private school. He took young KDJ in as his heir and named him the Oldest Dream, where KDJ was taught finance and trade.

When he became older,

he was to take over SP's company, which housed an underground gambling den OD was too young to be privy to. SP and his underlings would deal with the nasty things while OD flourished in the sun. When OD eventually presented as an alpha, SP couldn't be happier, throwing him

a grand celebration.

OD truly was the ideal offspring. Young, intelligent, caring, and innocent. SP couldn't love him more.

That was, until SP's heat struck.

At first it was a light buzz. SP felt feverish and sweaty. He brushed it off as a minor heatstroke- today he was hosting a book club at his house for KDJ's schoolmates. He needed to make them snacks. SP had no time for tomfoolery.

12 hours prior, he had harvested the kelp

from the aquarium he owned and dried it in the oven for roughly ten minutes. During that time he prepared rice, namul spinach, and glasses of water for the kids. He had a strict no junk food policy when indoors but completely folded whenever OD would bat his eyelashes at him,

using his secret weapon (puppy dog eyes).

Like a professional waiter, SP balanced the food and water on a tray and set off to the living room where around six to seven children sat.

"Thank you, Ahjussi!" Kim Dokja beamed.

"You're welcome, my star."

SP looked at his classmates who instinctually adverted eye contact. "Eat up." He said as gently as possible, before exiting the room.

He stayed behind the wall a bit to hear the children eavesdrop. "You call your uncle Ahjussi?" One of his friends asked.

KDJ laughed,

"He may not look like it, but he's over 40!"

Many of his classmates gasped in awe. "But he looks so young!" "Does he have a skin care routine?" "You take after him, Dokja. Looking like you're 10 when you're actually 13."

That comment kinda pissed him off. "Shut up, Sooyoung."

SP couldn't help but smile, it seemed like his child was getting along well with his friends (excluding that "Sooyoung," that alpha needed better manners).

This is why KDJ was so perfect. He was a kind and respectable alpha, although small for his age, he was bound to grow big

and strong.

Now, how to deal with his ongoing feverish symptoms...

KDJ waved his last friend goodbye. It was already 6pm, and since SP prepared his special seaweed, that must mean he'd be in a good mood and let KDJ eat ice cream for dessert.

Not that KDJ disliked SP's bukkumi, he just enjoyed the sensation of ice cream against his teeth.

KDJ entered the dining room.

Nothing.

No preparation, no ingredients out, not even SP himself was there.

Huh.

KDJ walked up the stairs and knocked on SP's door. "Ahjussi? Are you okay?"

No response.

KDJ turned the doorknob.

SP was nowhere in sight.

KDJ turned his head, hearing shuffling coming from his room. "Ahjussi...?" He could detect the faint smell of petrichor in the air despite it having not rained and followed the scent.

KDJ's door was slightly askew, but he firmly pushed it aside.

On his bed was SP's meek frame, curled in on itself surrounded by a pile of clothes. SP clutched one of OD's shirt tightly, groaning in pain as his stomach harshly cramped.

KDJ stumbled inside, overwhelmed by the scent of dew wafting around the room.

He was even more confused (and scared) when he saw tears streaming down his strong Ahjussi's face.

"Ahjussi!" he called out, running up to the man on his bed who remained non verbal.

KDJ shook YJH's shoulders, finally some recognition filled his eyes.

"Dokja..."

SP stretched his arm outward, beckoning KDJ inside. Hesitantly, KDJ complied, crawling onto the bed next to his Ahjussi.

SP grabbed OD and held him tight, inhaling the young alphas papyrus sent. KDJ was wide eyed, stilled, and flushed. Unable to move from SP's grasp.

SP combed his fingers through OD's hair, purring and nuzzling against the boys head.

Only then did OD realize what was going on.

His Ahjussi was an Omega.

In heat.

Alone in a room with an Alpha.

And his instincts rose.

KDJ could feel himself growing hard under SP's familial embrace.

𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

KDJ cursed himself for reacting like this, but it was an undeniable fact he had always loved SP in a way other than family.

Those scars that rode up his sleeves, those massive pecs that made every shirt look small.

Fuck, KDJ wanted it all.

Before he knew it, KDJ began to rut against YJH's thigh, causing him to whimper out moans.

sorry for cockblocking!

KDJ couldn't help it. The thick scent in the air was driving him mad.

He remembered his first rut, the first time he had ever masturbated. How his thoughts were filled with his Ahjussi telling him "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘋𝘰𝘬𝘫𝘢-𝘺𝘢𝘩. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦."

"𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯."

How SP hand fed him congee when he wasn't fully consumed by his rut.

How those strong hands would stroke his hair, lulling him to sleep. Kim Dokja instincts wanted him to mate, but his rationality told him not to.

Conflicted, all he could to was whimper as his body betrayed him, humping SP's leg like a dog.

Feeling uncomfortable, SP shifted, making OD's cock rub against SP's own.

SP groaned at the friction, nuzzling OD closer, trying to forget his base instincts and focus

all his attention to his pup.

Little did SP know, his pup was thinking unruly thoughts.

OD began to sob. "Ahjussi.. Ahjussi I'm sorry." He bucked his hips, grinding against SP's cock.

"It feels so good..."

Sensing his pups anguish, SP became distressed. What could he do to make his pup feel better? He could sense that OD was going into a rut, and to prepare him for that, he should be eating a large meal so he doesn't become famished halfway through.

SP struggled to sit up,

but when he did, he was suddenly pushed down by the younger Alpha.

"Dokja...?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Ahjussi." OD's erection rubbed against SP's cunt, causing the man to gasp.

"What're you-? hngh-" SP bit his lip as OD's cock pressed against his clit.

SP had never been with a man before.

The only touch he knew was his own.

Even then, he rarely gave into the thrones of pleasure and allowed himself to come. He thought it was a distraction, an unnecessary part of life, and refused to give into his biology.

That was, until OD started ripping at his leggings. “Dokja-“

OD payed SP no mind as he tore his leggings off. SP’s heat muddled brain could barely register what was going. Only until his wet pussy was exposed to the evening air did he close his legs together, shying away from

OD’s hold.

With SP’s pants hanging around his legs, OD lifted his calves up and was faced with SP’s sopping cunt.

OD had never seen something like this before. Tucked under SP’s dick and above his asshole was a pink entrance that seemed to beat like a heart.

With a shaky finger, OD reached out to touch it, incredibly shocked as the finger sunk in with little to no resistance.

SP lowered his calves again, blocking OD’s view. OD was just about to push them back up until he saw SP’s face.

Every one if SP’s exhales shook,

his eyes were glazed over with want, his mouth slightly parted as the tiniest bit of drool escaped his lips.

OD could feel his face heating up. His finger involuntarily twitched, causing SP to hump the finger inside of himself, rewarding OD with a small 𝘰𝘩.

Did this.. feel good to Ahjussi?

OD couldn’t understand how an opening in your body could feel good, but comparing it to his mouth when he ate ice cream it made sense.

If it felt good to have something inside of there, shouldn’t he put more in?

OD wiggled a second

finger inside, this time it was a bit harder but manageable. SP moaned , 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘥. It had been years since he had anything inside of himself, choosing to only stimulate his clit if he masturbated at all.

The stretch felt so good, so addicting, his cunt wept from the sensation.

OD squirmed his fingers inside further, scissoring when the walls suddenly tightened uncontrollably. He could barely move them comfortably anymore.

SP’s pussy was so tight it was like a vice grip around his fingers, pelvic muscles overworking themselves to the max.

With his other hand, OD grabbed SP’s cock and jerked it.

Immediately, come squirted out from the cockhead, causing SP to writhe in escasty. His cunt squirted just the tiniest bit around OD’s fingers, and OD could feel the muscles contracting as he did so.

SP arched his back,

both hands fisting the pillow beneath his head until his knuckles turned white. An audible shred could be heard as feathers flew out from the case, falling like a halo around SP’s form.

OD stared hypnotically at the display, fantasizing about how easy it would be

for SP to crush him with his bare hands.

And that’s what made his Ahjussi all the more appealing. OD knew SP would rather die than lay hands on him.

All that strength, all the power, and for what?

To tremble like a newborn fawn underneath OD’s touch?

OD wanted nothing more but to fist himself to completion, but something deep, deep inside of himself whispered, “𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.”

Inside…?

OD gulped, removing his slicked hand from SP’s cunt who finally became dead weight against the bed.

Removing both his leggings and briefs, OD slotted himself between SP’s thighs.

Hazily, SP looked around. “Dokja…?”

Unaware of his position, he smiled sweetly at the boy, happy to see his pup after such painful symptoms. He concluded he must’ve ejaculated if he was gaining

some clarity, but he didn’t know how it happened.

OD took a deep, shuddering breath. His Ahjussi looked ethereal like this.

Flushed, soaked in sweat, feathers all around him like he was an angel.

His very own guardian angel.

“𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘋𝘰𝘬𝘫𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.” His inner alpha crooned.

OD only knew vaguely what mating was, but as his cock head grazed SP’s labia, he was absolutely sure this was the next step.

“Ah! Ah!” SP gushed hot slick around OD’s tip, barely anything was inside

yet the huge stretch of OD’s teenage cock had him nearly coming once more.

SP’s mind was broken into fragments. Nothing this big had ever been inside him before, and it was pure bliss.

He withered on the bed, shaking his head to try and get rid of the overstimulation

plaguing his head.

Blearily, he realized it was his pup who was causing him such sensations.

“D-Dokja-yah..?” SP realized he was spread missionary in front of his boy and was immediately startled.

He tried to cover his most private regions, but instead came in contact with

OD’s cock in his pussy.

Was this…? Was OD trying to mate with him?

“No, you can’t.”

SP went to sit up, whimpering as OD’s cock entered him just the slightest bit.

“You can’t do this, Dokja-yah.” SP caressed OD’s tear streaked cheek.

“B-But-“ OD stuttered. He sobbed, “𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.” He said, bucking his hips into SP’s cavern, causing the much older man to involuntarily moan.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” SP shuddered. “It’s your instincts telling your body to do this.

Not you, never you.”

OD continued to sob. “I-I’m sorry Ahjussi, I’m sorry.”

SP, pulled him in close, mindful of their junction, and held him close. “It’s alright, Dokja-yah. Everything will be alright.”

OD cried into his Ahjussi’s arms as the pit in his stomach grew more and more intense. Eventually, he couldn’t help it anymore and thrust inside nearly halfway.

SP tightened ferociously, having his intimate spot penetrated so quickly made him moan in pained arousal.

OD came inside, ropes of white coating SP’s walls. He began to thrust inside SP’ tight heat, uncaring for the older man’s discomfort.

“𝘈𝘩𝘩! No! Dok- aah!!” SP felt so fucking tight- OD couldn’t stop slamming his hips against his thighs.

“𝘈𝘩𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪,𝘈𝘩𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘪”

There were no words to describe just how good those velvety walls milked his cock for all its worth.

OD’s mind was filled with nothing but 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮- 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘴.

And who was OD to resist?

He fucked roughly into SP’s cunt who cried out in pain from the unimaginable stretch. At this point, even SP was crying, completely overwhelmed with foreign sensations of his pussy getting plowed.

“𝘌𝘦𝘬! D-Dokja-yah! No more, no more!!”

SP’s cock slapped uselessly against his stomach, already spent from coming more than three times now.

He kept on squirting as OD pummeled his g-spot, his horribly empty asshole leaking with fine slick, adding to their mess.

He weakly pushed against OD’s shoulders, unable

to find his strength to shove him away.

Part of his body wanted to give in and be knotted, the other half knew this was just 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦…” SP begged, not entirely sure for what, but pleading nonetheless.

“𝘚𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥…𝘚𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘈𝘩𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪. 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥” OD bucked his hips as something at the base of his cock started to grow.

He continued to pound himself into SP’s tight wet cunt, another orgasam on its way.

Absolute filthy sounds echoed in his room,

the slap of flesh resounded in every corner of the shared space.

OD slammed his thick knot into his Ahjussi’s pussy, causing SP’s vaginal walls to contract, having him come harder than he ever had in his life.

SP squealed as his cunt was ripped open by the huge knot,

a trickle of blood mixing its way down his perineum.

OD stopped thrusting. He shook like a leaf on a windy day, balls deep inside of his Ahjussi, while SP went limp, fingers twitching from the overstimulation.

OD released load after load into SP’s pussy,

so much so that it started to leak out.

OD collapsed onto SP, completely wrung dry. “I love you, Ahjussi.”

Fin.