Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

Yoon Beom had never even thought about the land called sexual inter course, much less touch it.

He was thinking that kissing and some hugging was going to be the end of Jang Songrik’s weird exploration.

But clearly it was not as the said person was sitting on his bed demanding for sex.

"We are guys! Do you even know how to do it?" Beom asked in shock as he blushed from neck to ears.

"Yes," Songrik looked bored and pointed at his hole as he spread his legs like it was the most natural thing ever. "You’ll put it in there. Your dick. I read that being a bottom is much more stimulating than being a top."

"You want me to put it in?! What if you get hurt?!" Beom almost yelled.

But they were still in his house so he somewhat controlled his voice.

"I mean what would you do if something goes wrong!" Beom whispered. "And we’re high school students! Are we really allowed to do this?!"

"Is that a no?" Songrik sat up and looked in Beom’s eyes.

There it was, that dead intense stare that always chilled Beom to his core.

Whenever Songrik looked at Beom like that, there was no way he could ever refuse him anything.

"It’s not a no, I’m just worried," Beom cowardly sat on the bed.

"There no need to worry, I brought condoms and lube too," Songrik whipped out said objects from god knows whete and displayed them in from of Beom on the bed.

"You really came prepared," Beom mumbled as he became even more red.

"Then let’s get started," Songrik lunged onto Beom and began undressing him.

Yoon Beom was utterly powerless against Jang Songrik.

He just watched and twitched with heat as Songrik crawled up on him with his disinterested and humiliating gaze.

Beom felt like he was the only one nervous and excited about this.

A kiss was shared naturally after the hundreds they had already shared.

As lips met, so did the bodies.

Beom became hard almost immediately but it took Songrik a bit longer.

Is he not feeling it?

Beom asked himself.

Maybe I should...

With that incomplete impulsive thought, he jolted Songrik beneath him and started kissing and licking him all over.

He had seen straight porn and knew the gist of it. But it was still the first he was actually doing it.

He was feeling lightheaded and too excited now.

And his urge to put it inside was boiling up fron some unknown part inside him.

He poked around Songrik’s ass and it certainly drove out a reaction from him.

"Do you like it?" Beom asked curiously.

"Shut up and put it in!" A snappy response came from Songrik.

Beom put his second finger in and tried to spread open the opening and it was stretching a lot easier than when he poked with a single finger.

"Okay," he said.

He pulled out his fingers and rubbed his dick against the hole.

With one sudden push, Beom entered inside Songrik.

"Ungh!" A sound escaped Songrik.

Beom jolted and froze.

"Does it hurt?!" He squealed.

"..."

"..."

"What a fucking turn off. You can’t even fuck someone," a cold and chilling voice that Beom knew all too well told him from beneath him.

Songrik then pushed Beom away with his leg ruthlessly and started putting on his pants.

Beom just sat there in silence.

Songrik walked over to the window and turned to look at Beom.

"Let’s try again when you can shut the fuck up," he said bef he climbed down and walked out of the house.

It was a miracle that he wasn’t caught.

Beom was still out of it.

At first he was super down in dumps because he lost his chance to have sex with his crush.

He was even wondering that Songrik might even stop their kissing sessions after that.

But the last thing that he said before leaving was enough carrot for the stick beaten donkey that Yoon Beom was.

(Simp)

He was delirious and too happy.

He remembered how Songrik’s body felt. It was beautiful. The most beautiful body he had ever seen.

He was truly a fool in love that was just content with being allowed to love him even when he knew deep down that Jang Songrik didn’t love him or even barely liked him.

He knew that Songrik was just using him for his own curiosity and that too made Beom feel somewhat closer to him.

Beom closed his eyes to sleep.

A few moments of drakness passed, then he found hims in the same moors that he did a few days ago when Mokheon was ill.

Except...

This time, it was a rose field. No, a lot of rose fields.

They stretched on into the horizon and seemed to have no end.

Each rose plant was identical and had no thorns.

Yoon Beom smiled.

The thornless roses reminded him of Songrik.

Suddenly he started skipping around in the rose fields while laughing and giggling.

He looked up at the bright blue sky and the occasional identical clouds.

His happiness had no limits just like the vast rose fields in this realm.

Mokheon had told him about the manifestation realm.

Anything was possible here.

He breathed in the air, it was filled the scent of roses and chocolate. Just like the smell that surrounded Songrik since he carried around chocolates to eat in class.

Even his kisses tasted chocolatey.

"Beom-ah," Mokheon’s voice came from behind Beom.

He turned around and saw Mokheon.

"Grandpa? You can come here too?" Beom asked excitedly.

But Mokheon was silent. He seemed eerily quiet and transparent as if he wasn’t real.

But Beom could see himself as very solid and real.

"I should not be here, Beom-ah," Mokheon told Beom. "Let me outside as I must go."

"Huh? I thought you entered yourself..." Beom was confused. "And where are you going?"

"..."

Beom jolted awake and found himself sitting in the shrine.

He looked outside in a panic and the entire household was up and bustling in the middle of the night.

His heart trembled.

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