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Jisung jiggled his leg vigorously, too fast and irregular to match the beat of the Girls Like Boys pumping through his huge over-ear headphones. Along with the face mask, neck pillow, and portable charger, his bluetooth headphones were a travel essential. They were a gift from his father when he moved to LA to pursue music production seriously. “You’re going to need good noise-cancelling headphones on the plane when you come home to visit.” He had glanced in Jisung’s direction, not meeting his eyes. “Please visit. If you can.”
It had been a little too long since the last visit. He was a little too wrapped up in his dreams, a little too distant with his family. Actually, he had always been distant. Not only with his family, but with everyone. He spent too much time in his house alone, in his head, thoughts swirling. He went weeks without contacting his family at times. And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy being with them. It was just… distant.
When his mother called him and informed him that (A) he hadn’t called in over two months, and (B) his sister-in-law had given birth to a baby, the guilt had overwhelmed him. That’s why he was currently at E3, waiting for his flight to Seoul, jiggling his leg unevenly, and wondering if he should go to the bathroom one last time before boarding.
This trip was relatively short notice. Thankfully his roommate, Chris, had agreed to watch his cat and his plants while he was gone, in exchange for a month’s worth of groceries. A small price to pay, and anyway, Jisung didn’t trust anyone else with Chewy. He sent Chris a message to let him know he was boarding and to shamelessly beg for a Chewy Update. Jisung would miss them so much. Jisung headed to the back of the boarding line.
When he was new in LA, awkward and not quite fluent in English, Chris’s kindness had been a lifeboat on the sinking ship that was his career. Jisung was confident about his musical ability. Less confident about his social skills. Having another Korean person to talk with and go to parties with was more than Jisung could have dreamed for. It was serendipity that Chris was also super cool and fun to make music with.
After Jisung shoved his backpack in the overhead compartment, he sat down to check for his Chewy Update. Nothing yet. He flicked through his downloads to make sure that he had enough videos to hold him over for this 13-hour flight. He vaguely hoped the food would be good.
No matter how close he and Chris were, though, Jisung still felt far. Their relationship was easy. That’s not to say that it was superficial. They shared their home, their music, their art. But they also didn’t really talk about their feelings. It left Jisung feeling a bit stranded. Emotionally attached to his desert island, but miles away from civilization. Always wanting to dive in but unable to swim to shore.
Jisung hadn’t told Chris he was an omega. Most people were betas, and he knew from experience how people treated him differently when they found out that he wasn’t. His roommate would (probably?) be fine with it, but why risk it?
Whenever Jisung went into heat, he would hole up in his room and stick to anime and movies. Chris probably thought he had depressive episodes. Luckily his heats were infrequent enough that even those close to him hopefully wouldn’t catch on.
As the flight attendants walked up and down the aisles doing their final checks, a voice came over the PA.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain, Lee Minho, speaking. We have a smooth flight for you tonight, and we will be taking care of you until you reach your final destination, Seoul. The tailwinds look good… We’re looking at a little under 13 hours for our flight time tonight. On behalf of the flight crew, my copilot, and myself, it’s our pleasure to serve you at ******* Airlines.
Jisung pulled up his movies and picked one randomly to play while he tried to fall asleep. He curled up his legs against the wall, pulled down his sleep mask, and burrowed his face into his neck pillow. Fingers crossed he wouldn’t wake up until he reached home.
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...
The fish?
We've run out.
That's like me with excuses.
Don't waste my time.
Choose something we have.
I would like a lifetime spent
with an irrational
and suspicious goddess.
Some short-tempered jealousy
on the side...
...and a bottle of wine
that tastes like you...
and a glass that's never empty.
Pardonne mes lèvres.
Elles trouvent la joie
dans les endroits les plus inhabituels.
Jisung blinked slowly. He glanced down and paused the movie. The lights had been lowered, and most of the people around him were sleeping. He must have missed the meal.
Come to think of it, he was a bit hungry. And thirsty. Jisung bent down to grab his water bottle. In the dark and grogginess of just waking up, he misjudged the space and bumped his head on the seat in front of him. Rubbing at his head, Jisung considered getting up to ask the flight attendants for some food. He glanced at the man sitting beside him. Fast asleep with his legs stretched all the way out. Jisung could probably step over him without waking him, but there was another set of legs in the aisle seat, too.
Jisung had a bad habit of just not taking care of himself if it was even slightly inconvenient. If he was already comfy in his bed, he would avoid getting up to pee until he absolutely had to. He didn’t eat when he was immersed in his video games. He rarely applied his sunscreen because he usually didn’t remember until he was already outside, and by that time, it was a hassle to go all the way back up to his apartment.
Jisung tilted the water bottle up until the last drops were gone. He tucked it beside him and curled his legs back up under him. His head hurt and he needed food, but he was not desperate enough to inconvenience others yet. After curling back up in his roly-poly position, he resumed the movie and closed his eyes.
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Jisung woke up shivering.
He let out a whimper and tried to pull the blanket tighter around himself. He was so cold. Why was it so cold?
The lights were still off. The only light sources were the movies playing with no audience, the colors bouncing off their sleeping viewers’ faces.
Jisung pushed his hand through his damp, sweaty hair. A pang of…something wracked through his body; was it hunger? thirst? His whole body ached.
For the first time since taking off, Jisung stretched out his legs fully and unbuckled his seat belt. As he stood up, his head spun. He grabbed the seat in front of him for balance, squeezing his eyes shut until the world stopped tilting. Jisung’s body ached with need. He needed something warm, he was thirsty, he was starving, and his stomach hurt so bad.
He assessed his path out of his seat through wobbly vision. Two people’s legs to climb over. Jisung was of average height, but his legs were long-ish while his torso was slightly short. He could do this. He rubbed his clammy hands on his sweats and took a deep breath.
He stretched his left leg over the man’s lap. It would be so embarrassing if he fell down on a stranger’s lap. Regaining his balance, straddled over a random dude, Jisung became acutely aware of a gush of warmth in the crotch of his panties.
Oh.
Oh no.
That’s not a good sign. That’s actually one of the worst signs.
Jisung quickly pulled his other leg over and frankly stumbled over the aisle passenger, likely waking them. He couldn’t be bothered to care right now. Jisung had other shit to fry.
He stood dumbly in the aisle, wracking his brain for when his last heat was. No matter how he counted the weeks, it definitely wasn’t supposed to be happening right now.
Another pang jolted his body. He really needed to get… water. Yes, water should be first.
He booked it to the back of the plane, tripping on stray legs and toes in the aisle. Jisung nearly flew into the back of the flight attendant once he finally reached the galley.
Jisung panted. “Omigosh, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it; what can I help you with?” The flight attendant had a warm voice that instantly made Jisung feel comfortable—like he was home. He turned as he spoke, and when his eyes landed on the hot mess in his galley, the man made a distinct effort to school his reaction.
Jisung was in no state to take offense. “Do you have any water?” He choked out.
“Of course, hot or cold?”
“Cold,” he replied instinctively.
Jisung absolutely always drank iced drinks. Iced Americano is a given. Iced Choco for when he has caffeine jitters. And iced latte for a sweet treat.
The beautiful blonde man turned back to him with a tiny cup of ice water. He gulped it down gratefully and half-held the cup out in front of him. “Uh… can I have a-another, please? Thanks…”
He refilled Jisung’s cup. “Can I get you anything else, sir? I noticed you were sleeping during meal service earlier.”
Jisung was momentarily stunned. He slowed his gulping and lowered his cup. “Wow, that is so… kind.”
The man just smiled wider.
“Some f-food would b-be great.” He shivered as he spoke. The cold water was, well, cold. Combined with the vaguely cold air circulating in the cabin, he realized he was even colder now than when he had woken up in a cold sweat.
“It can get a bit cold at 10,000 meters up. How about you start with this while I get your meal warm?”
Jisung mumbled his thanks and nibbled at the cookie in his hand.
The plane was spinning again. Jisung feebly slid to the floor, unable to keep himself steady despite the relatively smooth flight. He put his head between his knees and hugged his legs tightly.
This was so embarrassing. He should not be going into heat today! He would never schedule a flight home during his heat. Surely Jisung wasn’t so irresponsible to make this big of a mistake. A few days off, sure. But weeks?
The evidence didn’t look good, though. Jisung sent up a quick prayer to make it be a freak flu that comes on super strong. And… makes him… slick up…
Oh god, this was so embarrassing. Jisung didn’t even have anyone to call once he gets to Seoul. He’s going to get off the plane, in heat, and have to be with his fucking family. In heat. Jisung has been called dramatic before. Quick to overreact. But this honestly didn’t seem like an overreaction. It really was that bad.
Jisung was so sweaty. He could smell his slick. It trickled down his ass crack and pooled at the seat of his pants. He didn’t even pack heat supplies. He let out a tiny sob, lost in self-pity.
“Woah, woah, woah. Are you alright?”
Jisung peered up at the flight attendant through watery eyes. He could see teardrops clumping his top lashes together.
“Can you stand? Please, let me help you up.” His voice was laced with concern. Jisung accepted his help up, clutching onto the sleeve of his blue uniform. They were approximately the same height, but in his current state, Jisung felt very small in comparison to him.
“Th-h-anks,” he whimpered.
The man put his arms around Jisung to help support his weight. “Are you feeling very unwell, sir? I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but you feel really cold. Do you have any other symptoms? Unfortunately, we are required to quarantine sick passengers to prevent the spread of infectious disease.”
“N-no,” Jisung squeezed his eyes shut again. “Um… well I—I h-have oth-er s-symptoms…” A shiver wracked his body. “But—“
Jisung rubbed his neck. The scent of orange flower and sponge cake blossomed around him. Jisung froze. Scent? Already? Apparently he pissed off the gods in a past life or something, because he was speedrunning his preheat and barreling into full-blown heat faster than ever before. At this rate, he could peak within the next 24 hours.
“What is it?” The kind man’s voice and gentle hand on the curve of his hip brought him back to reality.
Jisung swallowed, his mouth suddenly full of too much spit. “I—My head hurts. And, um, I think I have a f-fever. And—“ He was going to die of shame. “And I have cram-ps…” he added weakly.
“Cramps? Whe—“ The blonde man looked confused for a second, then his eyes widened. “Oh.”
He bent his head to Jisung’s ear. As quietly as possible in an aircraft cabin, he gently muttered, “Sir, are you an omega?”
He thought about lying. For just a second. But he couldn’t. Jisung nodded. He had to take solace in the fact that he would never have to see this man ever again once this flight was over. He’s probably seen worse. That’s what Jisung had to tell himself.
The man straightened. “Follow me.”
He led Jisung up the aisle towards business class, passing Jisung’s seat, passing the premium cabin, and all the way up to first class.
Jisung felt so guilty to be so needy, taking up all of this beautiful, kind, warm man’s attention when he should be caring for all of the passengers instead of just him. He hated inconveniencing others.
He brought Jisung to an empty seat. It was the kind that lays down like a bed and has a shade for privacy. He pulled out blankets and a pillow, quickly making up a comfortable bed. Jisung’s knees felt spongy.
“Lie here, please.” He held out his hand to help Jisung into the bed. “My name is Felix. I insist that you let me care for you for the rest of the flight. I’ll go grab your food and your belongings from your old seat. Please try to get comfortable and think if there’s anything else I can do for you. I’ll be right back.”
A single tear spilled over Jisung’s lower lash line as he walked away. Why was Felix being so kind to him? Most people did not understand subgender needs, and usually people acted like accommodating omegas was like handling a hormonal, hysteric woman in the 1800s.
Jisung pulled the blankets up tighter and nuzzled his head into the pillow. So this is what five thousand dollars gets you? He shuddered and shoved his hands between his legs. Not only was it the warmest place on his body, but it also helped to stave off the pulsing cramps that were slowly emanating from down there.
Felix came back holding his backpack, another blanket, and two more pillows. He helped Jisung arrange them around his back and legs. Jisung stared at him wetly.
“Why are you…?” He trailed off.
Felix leaned down to Jisung again. “I’m an omega, too. Would you like a hot water bottle? I’m worried about your internal body temperature.”
Jisung nodded.
Felix returned with another man at his heels. They were holding the meal, more water to drink, two hot water bottles, and hand warmers.
“This is my associate, Jeongin. I let him know you aren’t feeling well, and he will also be able to bring you anything you might need. If you press this button on your remote, one of us will come to you right away. By the way, is there anything you packed that we could bring you?” Felix lowered his voice. “Any supplies… or…?”
Jisung whimpered and shook his head. “It’s very un—expected… I had no idea… I’m so s-sorry to trouble you.”
“I’ll hear nothing of the sort,” Felix reassured him.
The other man, Jeongin, chimed in. “It’s our job to serve you. Please call if you need something. Would you try eating something first, sir?”
Jisung pulled the hot water bottle over his lower belly and adjusted to be in a semi-upright position. Nibbling at the couscous, he let the warmth of the food and the heater seep into him. He felt some relief for the first time since waking up. Heat chills were a bone-deep kind of cold. He would kill for a hot bath and an electric heating pad right now.
He drifted into a half-slumber.
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“I think he’s getting worse.”
“He needs medicine.”
“Or proper treatment.”
“He’s just going to have to wait until we land.”
“I wish there was something I could do.”
Jisung felt fuzzy. And warm.
He blinked open blurry eyes. A few feet away, Felix, Jeongin, and another flight attendant were huddled together discussing something quietly. Felix glanced his way.
“Oh, you’re awake.” He squatted down to Jisung’s level. “Can I get you anything?”
Felix was so beautiful. Up close, Jisung could see the little freckles sprinkling his cheeks and nose. There was something pleasing about his mouth and the way he spoke. And he was so kind.
Brain still fuzzy and sopping like a pancake drenched in syrup, he blinked dumbly at Felix’s words. His ears felt like they were full of cotton candy, and he could barely hear the rumble of the plane dully in the back of his skull. Jisung throbbed between his legs. He subtly slid his arm down, desperate for something on the swollen area between his thighs.
A fresh gush of slick compounded the sticky mess already present in his underwear. He shuddered again, but not from cold this time.
He whimpered pitifully. He wouldn’t be able to stop his hips from rolling up if he tried. He pressed his forearm into his crotch harder, seeking more friction on his clitoris.
“H-hng—“ Jisung’s eyes fluttered open as he stifled the moan on his tongue. Felix was still beside him. His freckles were dusted in pink now. Jisung was embarrassing the nicest man in the world and he was still rutting his hips up desperately. He knew Felix was watching, but he couldn’t stop. Shame rushed down his spine.
“Please…” Jisung begged, just louder than a whisper. Felix was probably disgusted, or worse, he probably thought Jisung was a whore. Jisung wasn’t a whore. He was such a good omega. Jisung always spent his heats alone, never let himself be taken advantage of by a passing alpha. His hips bucked pitifully.
His slick, spread around by the slow drag of his hips against his forearm, had soaked through the front of his panties and was making a slippery spot on the front of his sweats.
“Are you in pain?” Jisung could barely hear Felix’s concerned question.
Jisung couldn’t stop shivering. He rolled over onto his stomach to get a better angle on his crotch. He dragged one leg up, bent at the knee, and fucked his hips forward, desperate for relief.
“I need— more—“ Jisung gasped.
“This is getting really bad. We’re still so far from our destination.”
“Should we call for an emergency landing?”
“Emergency landing where? We’re in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The closest airport is a thousand miles away in Alaska.”
“You’re right…”
“I just wish there was some way to help him.”
Jisung vaguely registered that Felix had returned to his conversation from before and shut Jisung’s curtain, giving him a tiny bit of privacy. Humiliation burned on his skin. Being heat-horny in public, trapped in the plane. He threw one arm over his eyes and shoved the other directly into his pants.
His panties were absolutely soaked with slick. Jisung dragged his fingers across the thin cotton fabric, his sensitive vulva tingling. He shuddered as he cupped his pussy. The slick was steadily oozing out of his hole; his panties were basically useless at containing the mess. He rubbed his middle fingers over the dip at the center, where he needed it the most.
Vanilla syrup and orange clogged his senses, and the air felt sticky and warm around him. Jisung squeezed his pussy, fingers barely breaching his vagina, and his walls clenched around nothing. He needed something inside of him. Anything. He would fuck almost anything right now. Jisung took a second to grieve for his knotted dildo, all alone, back in his room.
He wracked his brain for what he could possibly fuck, just to take the edge off. He couldn’t think straight; the scent of his slick and the fingers still prodding near his entrance were terribly consuming.
He pulled his hand away and replaced it with a pillow. “P-please,” he sniffled, to no one in particular. “Need…”
He let out a choked half-sob-half-moan as his hips began thrusting up again of their own accord. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed penetration.
There had to be something in this plane to fuck. He didn’t care if it was the goddamn remote attached to the seat at this point. He would fuck a water bottle if it came to that. He shoved his hand into his bag, searching for anything that would fit in him.
As he pawed through his shit, the need to be filled thrummed through him. Toothbrush—no, too small. Glasses case—actually not the worst, but would probably hurt. Medicine bottle—ugh, sharp. Travel-size shampoo—wait… travel-size shampoo! Jisung squeezed the bottle softly. It was made of silicon, had a roundish top; whatever, good enough. He couldn’t wait a second longer. If something better existed on this plane, he would never know. This was going inside him now.
Throwing caution to the wind, he positioned himself on his knees with the pillow still between his legs. Jisung reached down with the makeshift toy and teased at his swollen lips for mere seconds before he grew entirely too desperate to drag it out any longer.
Jisung pulled his sweatpants down to rest just under his ass cheeks but left his useless panties on. They would hopefully keep the toy in him while he fucked his pillow. Plus he liked the way the wet fabric felt on his clitoris.
Jisung promptly shoved the bottle in his aching pussy. “Ng-ghah!” There was no hope of containing his moans. Shame prickled at the back of his neck, but he had to believe that everyone else was either fast asleep or plugged in to their headphones.
He was too far gone to care that he was ass-up, fully visible to anyone who might care to peek in. All but presenting himself, swollen, slippery, ready to be bred. The only thing between him and the world was his slick-sheer panties. He was already past the point of humping his own arm in front of Felix. He couldn’t stop now if he tried.
Finally having something to clench around brought tears to Jisung’s eyes. His hips lurched forward in stuttered little thrusts. His little clitoris had stiffened up like a tiny cock in his panties. Breathy, staccato moans escaped his mouth as he began to fuck into the pillow earnestly.
Every time he dragged his hips forward, the wet cotton of his panties rubbed his clitoris just right, and every time he pushed back, he felt the bottle push ever-so-slightly deeper in him.
“Dee-per—aangh!” Jisung needed more. Wished anyone was here to fuck him harder and deeper. Someone bigger, maybe someone with a knot. Or just a big dick would be great.
He pulled at the back of his panties, tightening the fabric on his pussy and pushing the bottle deeper, just a little.
What if someone walked by? What if Felix came by to check on him? He whimpered, probably too loudly. Would Felix fuck him good? Put on a strap with a knot and breed him? Would he bring Jeongin, too, and stuff him so full his heat would break? Maybe the third flight attendant could pull him down on his cock and make good use of his spit-slick throat. He wasn’t thinking straight; a delicate string of drool fell from his mouth.
Maybe Felix would look upon him in disgust, tell him to stop being such a whore— Jisung moaned audibly. He was always so good, a perfect omega. But his heat turned him into something else entirely. He pulled tighter on his panties and fucked his hips into the pillow frantically.
The friction on his clitoris was so delicious, and the tightness on his labia was borderline painful, but like the way that scratching a bug bite hurts while feeling so good. Jisung buried his head in his pillow and bit down as his body tensed up. He was so close. Just a bit more—
Jisung ripped his panties to the side and took hold of the bottle. It was slippery, difficult to grab. Jisung wrapped his whole fist around the lid of the bottle and shoved it in again. He would be taking a knot tonight, and if the knot had to be his own fist, well, so be it.
He thrust the bottle in and out. Tried to fuck himself like he craved. His walls clenched around it, and little gobs of slick dribbled out around his fingers. His vulva was so slippery and swollen. He nudged the first knuckle of his thumb in alongside the bottle and quickly, suddenly, came.
Wracked with aftershocks and convulsing, Jisung bullied his thumb and forefinger, still wrapped around the base of the bottle, into his pussy. Try as he might, he couldn’t fit the rest in. It hurt and his knuckle was poking him and he was crying and drooling and probably snotting and he needed something bigger in him so desperately. He could barely stand it.
What would he look like if someone were to see him? Like a whore trying to knot his own swollen pussy with his own fist, crying pathetically. Slick and cum were drooling down his thighs; the sweet mixture had probably ruined the bed by now. The pillow was long gone. He cried harder. He was a whore but it wasn’t even working; his useless bottle and fist barely were barely giving him any relief.
Warm vanilla cream and wilted fig blossom cloyed the air in his little makeshift nest. He needed one thing, and only one thing would suffice.
Like lightning, dark amber and vetiver invaded his senses, and Jisung froze.
Alpha.