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It takes two people to get San into his corset. No one else was this much of a hassle, and he feels embarrassed about it, but he’s shaking like a leaf as he’s handled like a thing to be dressed, groaning when Mingi gives an experimental squeeze at his cinched waist and falling onto the bed, narrowly missing Wooyoung. “Did he pop a knot?” Mingi asks nonchalantly, patting at each of San’s cheeks and gripping lightly, tutting when the action elicits a pleased sigh. “San-ah, how are we gonna get you tucked if you keep getting hard?”
“There’s no hope for him. I keep telling you, he’s too desperate,” San can hear the disappointment in Wooyoung’s tone, even as he sits to stroke and pet at his hair, and as he coos when San can’t help but lean into his touches. This is becoming routine; San lets his pack pick his outfits, and lets them chastise him for enjoying it when they touch him like he’s their property, like he’s a new member finding his place. It makes him feel dizzy. “San. Can we put your tail on now, are you gonna be good?”
“m’already being good,” San argues into the mattress, arching his back a little to push his ass further up, anticipating more touches from Mingi. Hongjoong has planned this years’ party down to the last little details, including the tiny little cottontails ready to be clipped to whatever each of them is wearing. This is San’s first year attending as anything except an alpha, and there’s something about the hot rush in his veins that thrills him.
The members of their pack have always been well cared for, not just by Hongjoong, but by each other. When he joined, he was met with nothing but warmth and fondness, and found it increasingly easy to reciprocate that with his fated mates, nestling into their embraces and settling into an easy life. Given Hongjoong’s status, it’s never surprised San that they host so many events, but the scale of them had initially shocked him, along with how the only omega of their pack at the time, pretty Yeosang, had wanted to be treated.
Now that he’s in the same situation, he understands.
Ever since the process began, his pack has been so supportive of San’s desires, intent on helping him to take the steps he’s always dreamed of taking to live his life how he’d imagined it. Kind and gentle and respectful, everything an omega could dream of. And, day by day, that’s what his body is becoming; a mix of medicines, remedies, and sex are pushing him ever closer to the bliss of being bitched , and he loves it.
Kindness is nice, but the growing urge to be treated roughly has been.. overwhelming, to say the least. Seeing how Seonghwa was treated at parties after he was bitched.. it’s apparently planted a desire in San’s core, and now that the chance is on the horizon, he feels dizzied as Mingi’s fingers latch around the neat little pair of panties he’s been given to wear, pulling them down to his mid thighs and pressing at the plug nestled inside him, rolling it idly.
“We should fill him again before getting him dressed,” Mingi muses, pressing again before easing the plug out, and San can’t help the lewd noise that leaves his throat when he can feel the mess that pools from his hole, then another when his inner thigh is smacked. “Should we call Hongjoong in? It’s been a few hours, and-”
“Nah, just fuck him like this and it’ll be fine. Not like he won’t be a mess by the end of the night; one more load won’t hurt him,” Wooyoung hums softly, pressing his fingers against San’s rim and groaning softly at how easily it stretches, obscene and dirty and filling San with that addictive taste of shame. There’s a harsh tug at the nape of his neck, and he can’t hold back the yelp when his head is pulled up and away from the soft quilt beneath his cheek. “You’re gonna mess your pretty ears up if you keep pushing your face into the bed. Poor thing, had it’s brains fucked out already.. dumb little bunny.”
San’s cheeks flush as his hips are pinned against the mattress, Mingi pressing against him and tapping the thick head of his cock against his rim, dragging to coax noises from him. And oh, San can’t help but keep making them; whimpers of desperation as his hole flutters in anticipation, waiting impatiently to be filled like he’s grown to adore, pushing any semblance of cognition out of his empty little head.
For the last four months, this has been his life. And as Mingi sinks inside him, slow and purposeful, San hopes the rest of his life mirrors moments like these. The weight of his cock is nice and filling, so thick at the base that San always worries that it won’t fit, that he won’t stretch around it, the gentle swell of his knot ever present, waiting to mate his pack.
While Wooyoung doesn’t have the same anatomy as Mingi, he’s forever just as motivated to work San up, to get him wound up and ready to be bred. “There we go, just like that. Good boy, you take your alpha so well,” he purrs, stroking at the small of San’s back over the corset and releasing his hair in favour of playing with the neat little bunny ears they’ve all been given to wear for the night, stroking between them. “How does he feel?”
San opens his mouth to speak, yelping when his cheek is slapped by Wooyoung, a sign that he’s to be seen and not heard. “So loose.. so pretty n’soft, he’s taking it so well,” Mingi croons softly, rolling his hips slower and drawing a whine from San, both too much and not enough. He’s grown too accustomed to how Mingi fucks when he’s in rut; hot and rough and desperate, like he’s got a quota to fill before he can be sated. Still, his scent is still delicious and rich to San’s senses, and the familiar sugary sweetness of toasted marshmallow and warm leather makes his cock twitch, his insides coil. He wants him so badly, and he can’t even see how they look together, not with his face pressed against the mattress. “Could you collar him for me, love? I want him leashed.”
“Please,” San whines as he pushes his hips up and back, a pout on his lips when Mingi slows to a full stop, one hand replacing Wooyoung’s at his back to keep him down, keep him in place. Wooyoung leaves the bed, not having to travel far to find the trinket box Hongjoong had gifted him a week after his initial request to begin this journey. The collar has been his prized possession; sitting flush to his throat and closed with a neat little lock, keeping him owned. ‘ I think you like the concept of being pack property ,’ Hongjoong had said smugly, and god, Hongjoong is always right. “Please, Mingi-yah, I need it..”
He’s not quite sure what he’s begging for. Part of him wants the collar, the other part wants Mingi to get back to fucking him, to drill into his hole until he’s trembling and dizzied and dumb. He reaches back, his senses calming when Mingi takes his hand and holds it, ever gentle even when San would love for him to be cruel. He supposes he understands, given Mingi’s own flirtation with being bitched, and it always makes his heart flutter.
The moment is halted when his head is yanked up again, the air leaving his lungs as Wooyoung tuts and rolls his eyes. “Hold him there. Don’t let him move,” he commands as he settles in front of San’s face, collar in his free hand. He tugs at the leash attached to the little D-ring when Mingi does as he’s told, and San can see the keys for the padlock around his middle finger, the gleam of the tag with ‘bitch in training’ making his insides curl with delight. “Stay still, and you can eat me out when you’re collared. Be good.”
San’s eyes widen as he nods as much as he can manage with the grip in his hair, whimpering when Mingi nudges his hips forward to test his determination. “God, he feels so fucking good, Wooyoung.. if I knot him, will Hongjoong be pissed?” he asks as he fucks into San idly, taking his sweet time as Wooyoung settles the collar around San’s throat, deliberately pulling it too tight before fixing the lock in it’s place, locking him into training. “I just wanna see him stuffed again.. you know he looks so pretty, don’t give me that look.”
“Alpha won’t like it,” Wooyoung hums as he wiggles his hips down, patting at Mingi’s hand to allow his grip to slacken, resting San’s cheek against Wooyoung’s soft inner thigh. He can smell his slick from here; the blissful scent of rich chocolate and toffee, the alcoholic undertones of creamy liqueur, and he can’t help but press his face close to lick over the already damp lace of his underwear. “I think he needs it, though, don’t you? We won’t get him to shut up unless he’s got a fresh load pumped into him, and you won’t be happy unless you pop your knot. Go ahead.”
It’ll take a while for Mingi’s knot to swell to its full girth, but the change in pace of his thrusts is immediate, pushing San further against the bed and pressing his mouth against Wooyoung’s cunt. Even through his hazy need, San knows he needs to get to work, to entice and sate his alphas. He licks a long stripe over the fabric, groaning in quiet complaint at how close he is to tasting Wooyoung’s pussy, but his panties aren’t off, and Wooyoung doesn’t seem in any rush to change that.
A weak sob leaves him when Mingi grips his hips and starts fucking into him with reckless abandon, going limp for a moment as the newly blossoming prey part of his brain craves to be taken like something feeble and pathetic, a thing to be craved. “Mingi,” Wooyoung tuts softly, pulling San’s face up again to finally remove the lace, taking mercy on his fuck-dumb state. His pussy is so pretty; plump and glossy with slick, waiting to be worshipped. “Mingi, can you go slower with him? I don’t want him to cum, not until we’re done having fun with him.”
“Please,” San shakes his head and clenches around Mingi’s cock to entice him to keep going, panting and huffing when his efforts are in vain. Mingi’s hands are large enough to wrap comfortably around San’s cinched waist, squeezing like he’s intent on the bitched alpha feeling every inch inside him, drawing weak moans from his lips as Mingi fucks slowly into him, letting him revel in how his knot is already swelling so pleasantly. San loves how it catches at his rim, the stretch unavoidable, forever hinting at more. “Please, alpha, please use me..”
“So cute.. go on, let him taste you, Wooyoung,” Mingi purrs as he moves his hands to the strings of the corset, tugging at them lightly and laughing softly when San squeaks at the sensation. As gentle and forgiving as Mingi can be, his mean streak is a reminder of how he was mated to Yunho before joining their pack, both of them fuelling each other’s sadistic habits. While Yunho is absent here, Wooyoung is the most cruel of their pack when he wants to be, submitting only to Hongjoong when he’s in one of his moods, and certainly not to San. “San-ah, haven’t you learned how to entice an alpha? Or have you forgotten your training?”
“I don’t think it knows what’s going on. Pull the leash, see if it responds,” Wooyoung sounds disinterested, sending a ripple of panic through San’s body that he might not get to make him cum. He yelps when his leash is tugged firmly, his mouth opening and tongue lolling out instinctively, months of training having a pavlovian effect on his body. Wooyoung laughs like a wind chime, all twinkly and happy at the sight of just how pathetic San can get for him, moving closer and easing his head down, inviting him to taste. “Go on, get to work. Do I have to teach you how to eat pussy?”
San knows better than to speak, so he dips his head and presses a slow, wet kiss to the silky folds of Wooyoung’s cunt, swirling his tongue over his clit and sucking gently, pleased when he hears a contented sigh. Wooyoung is so hard to please, but his satisfaction always feels like a reward, a prize for a job well done. Mingi eases his grip on the leash, favouring holding his waist and hip as he rocks into San’s waiting hole, his knot already halfway to its full thickness.
Taking Mingi like this would usually hurt; he’s found that if he’s not getting a knot pounded into him, the stretch feels like it could split him in two. It feels almost pleasant now though, feeling how the thick swell has to push its way past his rim, in and out, languid and easy, like seashells being claimed by the tide. It’s hard focusing on pleasing Wooyoung when Mingi’s so deep inside him, but a gentle pull at the leash encourages him to keep his tongue working, delving it between nectar slicked folds to press into Wooyoung’s cunt, warm and wet and pulsing for him.
San knows he’s good at eating pussy. He nuzzles a little closer to press his nose at Wooyoung’s clit, making sure to lick long, messy stripes over his soft labia, sucking lightly to taste the sticky toffee of his slick, rich and addictive on his tongue. He wants to use his fingers so badly, but he knows Wooyoung would chastise him for being lazy, not confident in his own skills. There’s also a smug part of him that loves drawing Wooyoung close to his orgasm with just his mouth, far too selfish and proud to resist. Especially when Wooyoung sighs like heaven and grinds his hips down slowly, holding San’s hair and gripping lightly when he delves his tongue inside once more, a flood of warm slick his reward.
“So glad he’s good for something,” Wooyoung moans as he pushes San’s face closer to his dripping cunt, every twitch and jolt only furthering his determination to please his pretty alpha. Behind him, Mingi keeps fucking into him idly, though his knot is now noticeably thicker. It takes a little extra push to glide it inside, and San clenches each time Mingi rocks back, until Mingi’s moaning sweetly and giving in, only sinking in, his hips flush with San’s ass, his pace quicker. “You close, honey? Gonna breed our omega~?”
San and Mingi moan in tandem at Wooyoung’s tone, and San can’t resist the urge to press back and wiggle his hips, enticing Mingi further. “Fuck, gonna fill him up so good. Think we’ll have to pull the corset tighter when I’m done, want him swollen with my cum,” Mingi huffs as he starts driving his thrusts impossibly deeper, his knot now fully inflated and locking them together, leaving Mingi no room to move except further, deeper inside San’s greedy hole. He feels dizzy at the thought of being bred so thoroughly, a stifled moan escaping as he swirls his tongue over the length of Wooyoung’s cunt, lewd and messy as he buries his face in glistening flesh once more. “Wish you could see him, Wooyoung, he takes it so well. Such a good little hole, so willing..”
He knows Mingi’s telltales by heart, but San still finds his core quivering when his alpha finally presses flush to his back, warm even through the fabric of his corset, his hand burning hot as he holds San’s stomach, pressing at his flesh, holding him close. He wants it, needs it, badly enough to mewl desperately against Wooyoung’s pussy and clench around Mingi’s cock again, swirling and flicking his tongue over his pretty alpha’s clit. He wants them both to cum, wants to be filled and soaked, wants to be drenched in his reward for being good and obedient.
When Mingi cums, the ever present feeling of fullness in San’s belly grows beyond what he’d imagined possible, letting out a whine as the alpha thrusts shallowly through it, fucking his seed into San’s waiting, willing hole. Though he knows he shouldn’t, San moves a hand up to stroke two fingers over Wooyoung’s pussy, gliding them between his labia and circling over his hole, waiting to be told off for his boldness. He can’t fuck his tongue into his alpha, not when he’s being bred and filled and fucked dumb, but he needs to make sure his Wooyoung cums.
“Go ahead, bunny. You know what to do,” Wooyoung’s voice is blissfully breathy, and he twitches lightly when San presses his fingers into his hole, then again when he sucks gently at his labia, his clit, so pretty and sensitive. The fingers in San’s hair tighten their grip, keeping him close and steady as he works his fingers as deep as they’ll go, and ah.. the fleshy swell of Wooyoung’s spot is unmistakable. He crooks his fingers and massages over it as he sucks slowly, whole body fluttering from the inside out as Mingi’s knot just barely eases, another wave of climax pumping him full all over again. There’s no doubt he’ll make a mess later, even with the neat little plug.
Just as San knows Mingi’s signs, he knows Wooyoung’s. Short, sweet moans greet San’s ears as Wooyoung nudges his hips forward, his cunt twitching and clenching around San’s fingers, slick dripping over them like honey, nectar of the gods. San fucks his fingers a little into Wooyoung, pressing at the blissful little mound again and again with the pads of his fingers, easing a third into his waiting hole and lapping over his clit, leaving a mess of slick and spit dripping over the sheets beneath them. He wants it so bad. Wants to make a mess of his alpha, show his worth even as he’s being fucked like he’s breeding stock.
Wooyoung grips as he releases, gasping and shaking as slick pools from his cunt, then sprays. He’s squirting, and San won’t stop until he’s told to. He keeps fucking Wooyoung’s cunt with his fingers, dipping his head to taste his reward and lapping eagerly at the sweet spray of Wooyoung’s climax, again nuzzling close and pressing his nose to his clit, happy to be used for the pleasure of his alpha. The spray stills for a moment before beginning again, a lilting laugh bubbling its way out of Wooyoung’s mouth as he cums again on San’s mouth and fingers, gripping at the back of his head and pushing ever closer, like he’s simply a toy.
It’s heaven. San sinks into bliss as Mingi tugs at the laces of his corset again, pumping yet another load into his hole and pressing firmly at his belly, tutting like he’s disappointed in just how much San can take. “I can feel it through the corset.. you take so much, dirty little thing,” he purrs against the shell of San’s ear, nipping lightly, and he lets out a laugh when San whimpers and twitches around his knot. Wooyoung goes slack under his mouth, easing his grip and patting at San’s head, a sign that he’s allowed to move away from his place between his alpha’s thighs. “Think the whole pack could breed you and you’d still want more. Our filthy new omega, so desperate to be the pack bitch~”
A wave of hot shame rolls through San as he eases his fingers out of Wooyoung’s cunt, trembling and pink cheeked and embarrassed as Mingi keeps rocking into him, finally tuning into the obscene noises of it all. He can feel the excess mess spilling from his hole even with Mingi’s knot inside him; a filthy mess of cum and lube dripping over his thighs, more and more pooling with every nudge of Mingi’s hips, too much. He rests his cheek against Wooyoung’s thigh, nuzzling at his soft flesh and finding relief when he’s fawned over for a moment, a warm hand caressing his damp cheek, pinching lightly. “It just wants a litter. Give it what it deserves, darling.”
San almost blacks out at Wooyoung’s words, his tone so fond, so full of amusement for San’s desires. He drifts for a moment, his bliss only pausing when Mingi’s hips move back slightly, his knot almost ready to slide back out. He shakes his head a little, clenching to entice Mingi to stay close and flushing when he laughs, endeared. The scent of peppermint and vanilla greets his senses, soothing any worries forming from Mingi’s drawing back, then combining with amber and jasmine, rich dark truffles. Yunho and Jongho. San preens, pleased when Wooyoung continues to play with his hair, adjusting the little clip in bunny ears, getting him presentable and pretty for more of their pack.
A whine leaves his throat when Mingi finally eases out of him, then another when he’s flipped to lay on his back by large hands, and Yunho his above him like some benevolent angel, a soft smile on his lips. He pushes San a little to move him further up the bed, and Wooyoung moves to accommodate. “We could hear you from down the hall, San-ah. You’re so bad.. Hongjoong’s gonna be disappointed you’re not dressed,” he tuts softly, resting a hand at San’s belly when he’s comfortably laying on the bed, bringing San’s attention to how full he really feels, how his body trembles with desire as Mingi sits beside him on the bed, stroking two fingers over his leaking cock and laughing once again at the jolt that shudders through him. “He still wants more?”
“He always wants more,” Wooyoung chimes in, amused at San’s desperation by his tone, and he reaches down to pinch at his cheek again, cooing. “Fill him again, won’t you? He’s all riled up, he’s not gonna get dressed until he’s been fucked by every alpha in this house, and Hongjoong will be even more pissed.”
Yunho lets out a soft huff as he eases the fly of his pants open, pushing them down to his mid thighs along with his briefs, and god, his cock is beautiful. San will never get tired of Yunho’s cock; similar to Mingi’s in the most blissful ways, but where Mingi’s excels in length, Yunho’s girth never fails to make San tremble. Even now, the swell of his knot is prominent and tantalising, waiting to press into San’s hole, to mate him, breed him.
“Come here, bunny. There we go, so good,” Yunho praises as he rubs the tip of his cock over San’s rim, watching curiously at how the mess of lube and cum has no choice but to drip from his hole, a proud sign of his near constant use. “Think we should start auctioning this off at parties. Hongjoong would love selling his cute little cunt for profit,” he coos as he sinks in, the immediate stretch making San moan through an exhale, relief flooding his system. Yunho’s hand replaces Mingi’s around his cock, stroking slowly and thumbing over his sensitive tip, no urgency in the action. “I wanna watch you cum on my cock. I wanna see if you can actually feel tight around me, or if your hole is always this loose.”
A strangled noise leaves San’s throat, nodding as he wraps his legs around Yunho’s waist, drawing him further, deeper. The warm scent of Jongho arrives just as fingers guide his head to the left, his mouth watering at the sight of their youngest pack member’s cock, plump and glistening and waiting. Jongho’s cock is shorter in length than Yunho’s, but somehow thicker again. Jongho was the first to knot San’s mouth, and definitely the most frequent. “Please,” San breathes, moaning as Yunho fucks the already present bulge of his half-formed knot into his hole, stretching him blissfully until he sees stars.
He reaches a trembling hand out to wrap around Jongho’s cock, stroking and squeezing at his base, intent on working a knot up. He wants the warmth of a reward, chasing the familiar honeyed bliss of feeling like a good omega, a good breeder, a toy they want to use. “You’re so pretty.. that’s all you want, hm? To be stuffed full of cock and knot,” Jongho breathes, humming when San nods and wets his lips in anticipation, craving the stretch, the weight of cock on his tongue, at the back of his throat. “Just wanna be a doll, ready to be used by anyone who wants your holes, take anything you’re given. No shame, hm?”
San nods eagerly, fluttering his eyes closed when Jongho moves forward and taps his cock over his pursed lips, pressing and sinking into San’s mouth when it opens with ease. Yunho resumes his thrusting, slower than Mingi had been, like he’s worried San might break if used too roughly. Both alpha’s sink into his holes in tandem, making his body soar with pride at how well he takes them, warm and wet and wanting to be of good use, a good little breeder. He squeezes his thighs around Yunho’s waist when the tip of his own cock is toyed with again, his slit being thumbed over again and again, mewling around Jongho’s cock when he can’t hold it back any longer.
“Oh.. so pathetic, aren’t you angel? Can’t even pop your little knot any more, look at that,” Yunho purrs cruelly as San tips over the edge, drooling around Jongho’s cock as his nose presses flush to his alpha’s hip, the back of his head being held firmly by a strong hand. He chokes weakly, hips twitching and fucking into Yunho’s fist as he keeps cumming, clenching around Yunho’s length in the hope he might be impressed by his efforts. “Jesus, Mingi, you fucked him open alright. Can barely feel him around my cock, even when he’s clenching. More loose than Seonghwa was at the end of his bitching.”
“Didn’t even think that was possible, but he’s just that needy for it,” Mingi muses, tutting and swiping at San’s corset, pressing at his belly harshly and drawing a garbled moan from his throat, broken by Jongho beginning to guide his head, moving him like a fleshlight. He does his best to swirl his tongue over the underside of Jongho’s cock, groaning when he feels his teeth catch at the thick swell of his knot, already prepared to lock him in. Mingi’s pressing at his belly makes Yunho feel even bigger, the pressure in his abdomen building as Yunho fucks into him steadily. “God, Hongjoong’s gonna be pissed. Look at him, he’s ruined already.”
“Means people will talk about him. Pretty new omega, free use for his pack,” Jongho hums softly, tugging at the leash to pull the collar flush against his throat, making San cough and gag as his alpha fucks harshly into his throat. It’s dizzying, and San’s throat feels raw as he moans around his mouthful, blinking to glance up at Jongho and twitching at the look in his eyes, lusty and dark. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? New breeding stock for your alphas to pump full.”
San sobs around Jongho’s cock as he spills over Yunho’s fist again, pulled over the edge by unrelenting stimulation, from the thought of just being pack property, something to be prized for what he can provide for his alpha mates. He’d admired Yeosang when he joined for his blissful demeanour, comfortable with his place at the heart of the pack, fawned over during his heats, fucked senseless. When Seonghwa had been bitched, San had admired him for the same reasons, though there had always been a pang of jealousy each time he went through heats with Yeosang, so pretty and soft together, so desired. Curiosity led him to this point, and god, he’s so close to the bliss of what he’s wanted.
Relief hits him when Jongho’s knot swells to it’s full girth, and he sinks into the syrupy warmth of being locked into his place in the pack, drool pooling over his lips and down his chin as he works his tongue, coaxing his beautiful alpha towards his climax. Jongho rests a hand at his throat, pressing lightly and humming like he’s considering something, whether his toy deserves to swallow his load. San attempts to beg, a feeble noise leaving him as he lets his body go slack, apparently an invitation for Yunho to fuck into him like he’s testing his ability to take cock. His knot is thick, but Yunho still manages to slide it in and out a few more times before it’s at its full swell, making San jolt with each firm pump of his hips.
“And these.. practically ready for pups, huh?” Yunho grabs a handful of San’s chest, tugging lightly at his right nipple and pushing at the soft flesh of his pectoral, squeezing lightly. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, nice and soft when you’re not trying to pretend to be an alpha anymore. If you weren’t so desperate for my knot, I’d cum on them, hm? Paint them nice and pretty.”
“Still plenty of time,” Wooyoung offers, sounding far away and dreamy, pretty as ever. “We leave in what, an hour? We can mess him up even more, show everyone how claimed he is.” His hands are at San’s head again, pressing him further down on Jongho’s cock and drawing another weak choking noise from him, his throat filled and tight with stretching. Mercifully, that’s all it takes for Jongho to reach his peak, and he’s cumming after a sharp gasp and a few more seconds, pumping ropes of his orgasm down San’s throat, into his mouth, spluttering over his lips when San can barely swallow around his mouthful. “Messy bun. Seonghwa can teach you how to take a knot in your mouth, hm? You’re always so filthy with it, silly little thing.”
“He’s too dumb to learn, look at him. Can’t teach him anything when he’s begging for knot,” Jongho’s voice is strained, but still so comfortably in control over San as he presses at his throat again, a light smirk on his lips as San mewls and coughs around his cock. Yunho presses in closer, sinking his knot beyond San’s rim and groaning when he can’t pull back, locked in until he’s spent. San clenches again, blinking out tears as both alphas fuck into him, only able to press deeper, intent on ruining him. “Go on, beg. You want it so much, you can learn to ask.”
A wet, garbled noise leaves San’s throat as he attempts to be good and do as he’s told, going completely slack around Jongho’s cock and giving into being used. His chest feels warm, unsure of whether it’s due to the flush of shame he feels in his face, or the way Yunho is still playing with the soft flesh there, slapping lightly and pushing them together, considering another round. “He’s lucky I’m close, that was pathetic,” Yunho tuts, his hand returning to palm over San’s cock once more as he rocks into him, his laugh almost warm as he watches how San twitches and whines, pawing weakly at the sheets as his body thrums with overstimulation.
When Yunho finally climaxes, San can feel how he won’t be able to stop the drip of mess from his hole. Immediately, there’s so much, and he can’t help the weak mewl that leaves him when another wave of Jongho’s orgasm leaves him stuffed from both ends, helpless to do anything beyond laying there and just taking it. “Jesus,” Mingi murmurs softly, and San can feel as he presses at the corset again, a strange, almost fluid sensation. “Gonna have to empty him out before we leave. Look, you can see how full he is.”
His cheeks warm further, but San feels a strange swell of pride in the pit of his stomach, happy that it’s so obvious that he’s being bitched, clear that his pack loves him, wants him full and happy and thoroughly bitched. He inhales through his nose whenever his hair is tugged as a reminder, happy to breathe in the blissful scent of their youngest alpha after his orgasm, rich and heady and indulgent, perfumed truffles dripping in warmed chocolate, back rooms with heavy perfume, enticing. His jaw aches, along with the corners of his mouth from the stretch of it all, but it’s worth it for how sated he feels.
It takes a few more waves for Jongho to be done with him, drawing his hips back and pulling San into a messy kiss, stroking the back of his head and cooing when he can’t hold back tears. “So good. You are, so so good. Our lovely, pretty fuckdoll,” he praises, glancing down for a moment and moaning at the sight he’s met with, of Yunho still buried inside him, three waves of orgasm in and still so fucking big . San lets his head fall back against the bed, eyes falling closed as another load is fucked into him, enough to make him feel the swell of cum inside him, too much but never enough.
There’s talking above him, but San can’t quite find it in himself to listen, too taken by the sensations over his body. Yunho’s hands, Mingi’s, Wooyoung’s. The pleasant melding of their pack’s scents lull him further into a blissful calm, nuzzling into a thigh when he feels flesh beside his cheek, presumably Wooyoung once again. The scent in the air lightens, fresh strawberry and thick cream, deep red wine, orange blossom and vanilla.
Then there’s whisky on the rocks, the sweetness of blackcurrant and the heady warmth of patchouli.
Hongjoong.
San opens his eyes to search for their pack alpha, moaning softly when he sees how close he is, his eyes dark, unimpressed. He looks beautiful; dressed in an immaculate three piece suit, black on black, and he’s resting a gloved hand at San’s hip, squeezing gently. Seonghwa and Yeosang are behind him, both looking quietly stunned at the state San is in, eyes wide and glossy and pretty. They’re both dressed in outfits identical to the one San had been given, both so beautiful and ready to be shown off for the other packs, both owned as San is.
“Well, well. I was wondering why you were all taking so long. Couldn’t behave, could you,” Hongjoong shakes his head as San makes eye contact with him, but there’s a gleam of desire in his cold gaze, unwavering. Given his status as head of their pack, Hongjoong has been the one with the most claim over him, intent on reminding San that his place in their little family isn’t in question or at jeopardy now his subgender has been altered. Displaying dominance while reinforcing his adoration for his pack, for their new omega.. San has felt nothing but love and warmth from Hongjoong.
Now, though, he anticipated something darker.
“Out. Your knot has eased, Yunho, don’t make me touch. Good boy,” Hongjoong instructs, beckoning Yeosang closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek, smiling softly at how pliant he is, how easily guided he can be when they’re all together. Their good boy. He sits beside San on the bed, leaning down instinctively for kisses and blushing when Hongjoong apprehends him with a soft noise. “No rewards until I’m sure he deserves them. San, can you give me a colour, please?”
It dawns on him that he hasn’t even considered their system through the day, too focused on his desperation to be filled to think about whether he should be asked for his colour, his comfortability. Yunho glances down, murmuring something that might be an apology and setting the others off in a chain. “Green,” San says softly, voice cracking and hoarse from all the use of his throat, his head light and dizzy as his hair is played with. “Want more..”
Hongjoong laughs softly, cocking his head and stroking over San’s cock with his bare hand, ever careful to not dirty his own clothes. “I’m not sure you should get more, are you? Had the whole pack to yourself, but your greedy hole still isn’t satisfied? Almost like you’re in heat already,” he muses, wrapping his hand around the base of San’s cock and squeezing gently, a smirk on his lips. “No knot. Good boy. Yeosang, what were you saying in the hallway?”
Now it’s Yeosang’s turn to glance away in shame, fidgeting a little where he sits and looking above San’s head, his cheeks burning a sweet pink. “I, um.. I heard what Yunho was saying about San’s chest,” he says softly, and San’s heart flutters at the knowledge that he has been heard, that at least Yeosang knows how he’s doing well, how he’s a good omega. He preens a little, a soft, happy sigh leaving him as he reaches for Yeosang’s hand, gazing up at him with nothing but adoration in his heart. “I think.. I think he’s right. I think someone should fuck San’s pretty tits.”
Mingi lets out a choked moan from the corner of the room somewhere, drawing San’s attention to the quiet noise of slick movements, the pleasant scent of marshmallow over an open flame.. he’s getting off to this. San rolls his hips down, panting a little and resisting the carnal urge to beg for his knot again. “I want that, too,” San breathes, holding Yeosang’s gaze and whining when he wets his lips, his free hand moving to rest over the flesh of his chest, soft and squishy when not flexed. “Alpha.. am I allowed?”
“Well, since Yeosang wants it so badly, I think he should be rewarded for good behaviour, don’t you?” Hongjoong nods, glancing at Seonghwa and pressing a kiss to his lips when it’s evident he wants attention, a hand wrapping around his slight waist. His collar sits so pretty at the centre of his throat, custom made as both Yeosang and San’s are too, delicate pink and white lace over heavy black leather. “You’ll get your turn too, love, I know what you want. Please yourself however you want for now, let the others play first.”
Seonghwa’s scent blooms beautifully at the attention, preening and pressing close to Hongjoong’s side as the scent of sparkling rosé and fresh cream greets San’s senses, stronger than Yeosang’s mild and sweet scent, sugared orange blossom and fresh vanilla ice cream. Seonghwa’s scent had softened and lightened through his bitching, and San has hope that his own fragrance of milky coffee and golden syrup has softened into something as gentle as the other omegas in their pack. As Yeosang moves, the smell of sticky creamsicle becomes stronger, the craving curl in his stomach wanting to press close and lap at the slick from his hole, addictive as ever.
With trembling fingers, San helps to remove the pretty lace panties from Yeosang, trailing his fingers over his thighs and squeezing lightly, pleased with how his pretty cock twitches under his gaze. He’s always been so beautiful, but there’s something about how he looks when he’s given control that feels so special to witness, all flushed and shy but determined. San licks his lips, hoping the action might coax his pretty pack mate to press closer to his mouth, to kiss him, drip spit onto his waiting tongue, sit on his face. San has always loved kissing Yeosang, just as much as he loved kissing Seonghwa once he was bitched, different to how he kisses the others in their pack. Special, secret, something to be cherished and indulged in.
Yeosang has a plan, though, and he seems set to stick to it. “Hongjoong.. the corset, it’ll get ruined,” he says as he moves closer to San’s side, stroking his fingers over the small stain already present on the black fabric, glancing at their alpha curiously. Hongjoong purses his lips, pressing at San’s belly again and clearly holding back a smirk at the desperate noise he makes at the pressure.
“We might take it off him before we leave. I’m tempted to see how much you’ve pumped into him.. you know I love an omega with a little softness,” Hongjoong considers, sending a shudder up San’s spine at the thought of being so on show, the swell of cum inside him visible to anyone and everyone. “Anyway, it’s no matter. I bought a spare, I half expected this outcome. San-ah, your desperation really does precede you. Go ahead, love, get comfortable.”
With a quiet noise of approval, Yeosang swings a leg over to straddle San’s waist, his hands immediately moving to toy with his nipples, smirking when San mewls and arches his back up, needy. He looks so beautiful like this; one of his bunny ears is bent to flop down, and the light above them creates a halo around his silky hair, heavenly. San wants to kiss him so badly, it almost hurts. “Can I?” he asks, gathering a mouthful of spit and letting it spill over when San nods, pooling it over his chest and smearing it until they’re glistening and slick, ready for an easy slide. “You’re gonna have to push them together for me, okay? So pretty..”
San takes action immediately, pressing his pectorals close together and gazing up at Yeosang with nothing but adoration, drawing on every shred of patience in his body to not beg for it, waiting with bated breath. Gently, Yeosang rubs the tip of his cock at the base of San’s makeshift cleavage, a soft moan leaving his lips as he tilts his hips forward, so beautiful. It isn’t much, but there’s something about pressing his tits together that coaxes a strange coil of shameful pleasure, only furthered when Yeosang moves his hips and starts to fuck into the soft press of his flesh.
Yeosang has always sounded pretty, but he’s beautiful like this; cheeks warm and pink, mouth hanging open just a little as he thrusts gently, placing his hands over San’s to push his tits further together. He makes a bridge with his thumbs, making sure he’s getting stimulation from all sides, and a sweet whine leaves his throat when he starts working at a steady pace. “Feels so good, Yeosang,” San whispers, like they’re the only two in the room, hushed like this is a cherished secret. Neither of them have ever worried about the others watching, but there’s something nice about imagining for a moment, basking in the glow of his Yeosang’s attention, his sweet little noises, the smell of his slick. He wants to taste so badly, but he’ll wait, for now.
“You’re so pretty, Sannie.. our alphas are so lucky, getting to use you,” Yeosang breathes, gasping and moaning when San moves a hand to press at his hole, never able to help himself for too long. He loves touching Yeosang, loves coaxing pretty moans from his lips, watching how his eyes glisten when he gets close, how his breath jumps and starts when he’s teased. He rolls his hips slowly, biting his lip when San moves to press his tongue out, lapping at Young's slit each time he thrusts forward, drawing more groans from him. “Gonna be so beautiful when you’re in heat.. maybe I can use you like they do, keep you full while they sleep. Would you like that? Being under me? Hongjoong thinks you’re gonna make such a perfect pack bitch.”
San whines and jolts as his cock is played with by a gloved hand, nodding and gasping shallowly as the overstimulation returns in full force. When Seonghwa had been bitched, he’d still been happy to keep a place alongside Yeosang, playing with him but insisting they were together in status. As the months have progressed, San has realised that the lesser he is in their dynamic, the more sated he’ll be; something he’s only admitted to Yeosang and Seonghwa under the cover of night, cheeks flushed and unable to keep himself from vibrating when they’d thrilled in taking advantage of this new development.
“Want it so bad, fuck,” San’s throat is still raw when he begs, pushing his tits closer together and appreciating the slide as Yeosang’s cock slickens, his orgasm fast approaching. He’s always been a fast finisher, always ready to go again and again, much like Seonghwa has become. Much like himself too, now his knot has completely given up on swelling, leaving his cock pretty and sensitive, twitching in Hongjoong’s gloved hand when his slit is thumbed over. “You could breed me too, Yeosangie, give our alphas a show. You n’Seonghwa could take it in turns, or both at once, f-fuck..”
“I’m not sure you could handle both of us at once, darling,” Seonghwa’s voice purrs from somewhere nearby, the gentle press of his plush lips at San’s neck, just above the collar. His scent is thick with arousal, but he’s far more patient than San would be as he presses another kiss to his jaw, nipping and sucking lightly. “You get far too needy.. there’d be no going back, would there? Our cute little slut, just needs to be filled all the time, no matter the cost. Selfish of you, really.”
San’s words die in his throat when Seonghwa moves to hover over him, and he’s naked save for the clip in ears and his pretty garter belt and stockings, his pussy glistening with strawberry slick. San’s mouth waters, opening instinctively in the hope that he might grant him the honour of tasting him, lapping until he’s dizzy and dumb, drunk on slick. He’s seen Seonghwa queening before, with Wooyoung and with Hongjoong, but he desperately wants that same privilege to be given to him. “Seonghwa, please,” San whines, gasping sharply when Hongjoong digs his thumb into San’s leaking slit, leaning down and pressing an idle kiss to his tip, coaxing him further to the edge.
“Move your hands, both of you. Let me help, hm~?” Seonghwa commands, lowering his hips slowly so his pussy is just barely above San’s mouth, making a pleased noise when both omegas do as they’re told. He pushes San’s tits together firmly, wiggling his hips and rolling them slowly, enticing, mocking how San can’t indulge until he’s given express permission. “What are you waiting for, greedy little thing? Go on, taste.”
San immediately gets to work, lapping and sucking eagerly at Seonghwa’s silken folds, resting his hands at his thighs and pressing just a little, hoping he might sit fully. There’s a slight fizz to Seonghwa’s slick, like sweet pink wine on a warm spring day, refreshing and moreish on his tongue. Yeosang keeps his hips pumping steadily, and San’s cheeks burn when he hears them sharing kisses above him, messy and aimless, like they aren’t working to drive San deeper into madness.
There’s no warning signs before he releases over Hongjoong’s fist; the building pressure bleeds into every other sensation, bursting and spilling over with a weak sob, burying his tongue into Seonghwa’s dripping cunt to busy himself. Yeosang’s hands rest at his nipples, tweaking and pinching until they’re stiff and sensitive, just another part of his body to be used. “Ah, hyung,” Yeosang moans, his voice muffled by what San assumes to be Seonghwa’s flesh, pressing close as he often does when they’re in heat together, sweet and soft. “Gonna cum.. feels so good, his tits are so soft..”
“Probably tighter than his hole by now, too.. You’ve had the best fuck of the night, bunny,” Seonghwa purrs, grinding his hips idly to use San’s tongue, dropping a little lower for a moment to test San’s determination. “Can you hold his leash for me, baby? Pull it tight, I want his face buried in my cunt.”
Yeosang does as he’s told like the good boy he always is for Seonghwa, moving his hand from torturing San’s right nipple to grab the leash in a matter of seconds, pulling so San has no choice but to move his head up, bury his face closer. “God.. so pliant, so dumb,” Yeosang groans, his thrusts speeding up as his rhythm falters, desperation taking hold of his comfortable pattern. San moans against Seonghwa’s labia, licking as best as he can to swirl his tongue over his clit, pleased when the omega’s hips jolt at the stimulation. “All ours.. our good toy, good omega. Good bitch.”
His voice hitches at the last word, and pride washes over San’s whole body as he feels the warm ropes of Yeosang’s climax spurt over his tits, his throat, his chin. He keeps going, his hips rutting between San’s pushed up pectorals as he rides out his orgasm, gentle moans spilling from his lips each time he presses forward and the sensitive tip of his cock meets soft flesh, keeping him on the edge of bliss, always ready for more. “Keep going, angel,” Seonghwa croons softly, still pushing San’s tits together so he can ride the high of his orgasm, pressing wet, loud kisses over Yeosang. He sinks his own hips down against San’s face, smothering him for a few moments before lifting once more, letting him breathe in before dropping again, cruel. “Tap my thigh if you need to breathe, there’s a good boy. Can’t have you passing out before alpha’s had fun with you.”
San manages to nod before Seonghwa sits again, comfortably perching on his throne and rolling his hips down, more than happy to use San as what they both want his fate to be; a simple toy. Keeping his tongue out, San can’t help but moan as Seonghwa uses it with ease, swiping between his soft labia and gathering the sweet slick that’s gathered there, circling his clit once more and sucking, his nose pressed close to his hole. San loves the taste of Seonghwa, but the scent alone is enough to make him buck into Hongjoong’s still moving hand, inhaling deeply when Seonghwa raises his hips once again.
He’s so lucky. More than anyone in the world, San is the luckiest man alive.
“Should do this more often,” Jongho murmurs from behind them, somewhere close to the pillows, drawing San’s mind back to the room they’re in, the whole pack there with them, watching as San is treated like a simple thing to be fucked. San makes a noise of what he hopes reads as approval, though could really be taken as anything when Seonghwa’s cunt is pressed against his tongue once more, pooling slick over his lips and cheeks and chin, claiming him all over again. “Such a pretty sight, our three omegas playing together..”
“We can, I think San especially would be in favour. Can’t get enough attention,” Yunho’s addition is punctuated by another press at San’s corset, another reminder of how well he’s been bred tonight, how this can be his life from now on, if he wishes. “It’s good for the others to know their place too.. it’s nice, hm? Knowing you have control over someone. Total control.”
Yeosang’s hips still when he cums for a second time, a breathy moan leaving him as he pulls back for a moment, and San can feel the warmth over his chest, and oh, Yeosang’s cumming on his tits. Seonghwa takes the opportunity to reach back and grab a handful of San’s hair, a saccharine moan leaving his lips as he grinds his hips down, settling into a slow rhythm of raising and lowering his hips, riding San’s tongue and moaning sweetly when San moves one of his hands to thumb over his clit.
“Good boy, just like that.. Make me feel so fucking good,” Seonghwa purrs as he rolls his hips again, each noise getting more fluttery as he starts getting closer, a sharp gasp escaping when San flicks his tongue inside the warmth, velveteen clutch of his cunt. Slick gushes and pools, making it all the more obvious that San will have to shower before leaving for the party, just to lessen the clear signs of his breeding. “Gonna cum.. you want that, honey? Wanna taste?”
San nods fiercely, inhaling and pressing at Seonghwa’s thigh to encourage him to sit once more, to use him with no concern for San’s breathing. He does just that; settling his hips down and sitting his full weight on San’s face, ever moving as he grinds down on his lips and tongue and fingers, each movement slow and smooth. “Can I touch?” Yeosang asks softly, and San wishes he could watch as the two omegas above him play with each other, pretty and sweet. “So soft.. softer than Sannie’s..”
“Fuck.. please, Yeosang, use your mouth,” Seonghwa begs sweetly, clenching around San’s tongue and mewling as the wet noises of lips and tongue on flesh greet his ears. There’s no doubt in his mind that Yeosang’s attention is on Seonghwa’s pretty tits, forever a favourite to be squeezed and kneaded, marked up with teeth to show just how much his pack loves them. San has frequently found himself playing with them absentmindedly, pinching at his sugar brown nipples to draw noises from Seonghwa’s lips, licking and sucking until he’s begging for more. “Ah.. I’m close, Yeosangie, please.. wanna cum on our new toy..”
“Do it. Claim him, he’s ours,” Yeosang purrs, pulling once more at the leash to make sure San is still working to please the eldest of their pack, snapping his focus back to the task at hand. He shakes his head a little as he presses impossibly closer to Seonghwa’s dripping cunt, moaning and licking intently at his plush walls, flexing his tongue and stroking over his slicked labia, his pretty clit. His reward is Seonghwa’s noises, sweet and pretty and high as he’s drawn ever closer, his hands leaving San’s hair to likely cling to Yeosang. “Cum for me, Seonghwa.. show our alphas how beautiful you are.”
Seonghwa lifts his hips one final time before sinking them back down, granting San one final breath before he’s twitching and writing with his climax, squeaking against Yeosang and exhaling through a throaty moan as his slick gushes from his hole. San keeps going, knowing once again that he shouldn’t stop until he’s told to, his tongue pressing inside Seonghwa’s pulsing cunt, again and again, savouring the taste of fresh, plump strawberries and thick cream.
He’s so hard, so close again, but Hongjoong’s hand has moved to hold his hips down, keeping him firmly in place as he’s used well by his pack. He focuses instead on how Seonghwa trembles above him, how his thighs squeeze at his slick soaked cheeks, how he quivers and wails as another wave hits him quickly. He’s so pretty, and even though San can’t see him, he knows he’s as gorgeous as ever as he cums, all pinched brows and parted lips and sweet pink tongue, shaking through it all.
San is almost disappointed when he finds himself able to breathe again, dizzy and panting as Seonghwa leans forward, still twitching through his orgasm. There hasn’t been a command to stop, though, so he’s more than happy to press two fingers into Seonghwa’s dripping hole, crooking them to glide over his plush bundle of nerves, pleased when he yelps and sobs against Yeosang. “Keep going, San, good boy. Show how useful you are,” Wooyoung pets at his hair, between his skewed ears, and giggles like bells in the snow when San moans and busies his mouth with lapping over Seonghwa’s labia, twirling his tongue between them and sucking slowly, flicking for just a moment over his clit and delighting in the jolt of Seonghwa’s hips, oversensitive and loving every second. “Isn’t he so well behaved? We’ve trained him so well, such a good toy, so skilled.”
“One more round, or we won’t leave at all. You still have work to do too, Seonghwa, hm?” Hongjoong’s voice is distant but so heavenly, thick with desire as he trails his fingers over San’s perineum, stroking over his balls, the base of his cock. San has often marvelled at Hongjoong’s comfortability with pleasing his pack; many alphas don’t care to touch in a way that doesn’t benefit themselves, but Hongjoong has professed his love for it plenty of times, happy to service his omegas during heat, his alphas during rut. He’s fair, agonisingly so. “We can do this again, though.. I love watching you fall apart, all three of you. So cute when you can’t help yourselves, silly little things. Too much pleasure for such simple minds~”
Seonghwa collapses fully against Yeosang as he reaches his final permitted orgasm of the night, his moans high and desperate as he shakes through it, his clit pulsing under San’s tongue, his cunt squeezing around San’s fingers, begging to keep him there for as long as he’s willing. He knows better, though, and he lays back before Hongjoong can remind him of his request, easing his fingers out with one last press of Seonghwa’s spot, one last swipe between his labia, one last circle of his pretty clit. He’s trembling, wrecked from San’s determination to please him, panting and whining as Yeosang moves him forward carefully, until his slick pussy is settled to sit on San’s tits.
“So good.. you’re so good, Seonghwa, so pretty,” Yeosang coos softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his plush lips. They share another kiss, then another, until Seonghwa is grinding down against San’s chest, testing his resolve. “You need to be good too, hm? Do what Hongjoong asked, make alpha happy.”
Though he whines, Seonghwa moves with shaking limbs to move away from straddling San’s chest, his eyes blown wide like he’s drunk on lust, lips kiss bitten and pink. He’s so pretty, but San only looks for a few seconds until Yeosang presses close, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss, his hands shaking as they hold San’s cheek and jaw. “Yeosangie,” San whimpers, nudging his hips up when it becomes apparent that Yeosang’s hips have slid down, his pretty length pressing close to San’s own. It’s so easy to grind up, even easier when he’s guided by both Yeosang and Hongjoong’s hands to flip over, presumably so the laces of his poor corset can be eased swiftly. “So beautiful.. wanna make you feel good..”
“You do, Sannie, so good. Mark me up,” Yeosang begs, moaning sweetly as San does as he’s told, moving the thick leather of his collar to bite and suck at his soft flesh, so eager to ruin something so perfect. His hips are poised up by Hongjoong’s hands, presenting him, and a thrill runs through his core when he realises his alpha can finally breed him. Fingers press at his rim, and he sighs in content as something warm and wet presses into his hole, a welcome change from taking cock and knot. Yeosang looks so pretty under him, eyelids heavy and hazy as he basks in San’s attention, a hand at the nape of his neck and another wrapped around the leash, keeping him in place. “That feel good? Letting Seonghwa taste how much of a whore you’ve been?”
San dizzies as he nods, pressing his hips back a little at the knowledge that it’s their Seonghwa and not Hongjoong, he can get away with a little more desperation. Seonghwa moans as he presses forward, the curved tip of his nose pressed flush to San’s flesh, eager as his tongue plunges further, coaxing mewls from San as he twitches and continues his mission to mark Yeosang up nicely.
It’s easy to lose himself in this bliss, as a hand reaches to wrap around his cock and milk another orgasm from him, as more hands move to work the lace of his corset open, more still petting at his hair. “Our newest omega.. such a pliant little thing,” Hongjoong hums, gliding his hands over the curve of San’s back when it’s free of the restriction of the corset, squeezing at his flesh. “Hard to imagine you managed to pretend for so long.. this is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? Since the first time you presented your throat for me to mark you as mine, you’ve wanted my knot in your greedy little hole. Are you happy now, darling? Pack property?”
“So happy,” San nods, a sob dwelling at the base of his throat as his cheek is held in Mingi’s soft hand, petted gently, fondly. He’s never felt so loved, even more now than the years he’s felt nestled and safe in their pack, held and cherished and adored. He clenches around Seonghwa’s tongue, whining softly when the omega pulls back shortly after, asking quietly for Hongjoong’s attention. Now , he thinks, he’s going to be fucked by his alpha, but instead his head is pulled up by his hair, drawn into a kiss with Seonghwa, the combination of their pack’s tastes passing from one omega to the other, sharing the bliss. It’s dirty, filthy, but San can’t help the coil of desire as he leans in, sucking Seonghwa’s tongue clean intently.
“San. Pay attention, what do you taste?” Hongjoong asks, his hand lingering at San’s lower back as he sits up slowly, comfortably straddling Yeosang’s hips and losing himself a little when the omega beneath him reaches up to play with his tits again, circling his nipples until they stiffen, then pinching. San does his best to pay attention to any particular taste, but the sweet cocktail their pack makes is overpowering to his senses, blissful and sated. He pulls back, glancing at Hongjoong and flushing when he laughs softly and shakes his head, pressing a soft kiss to San’s lips. “Slick, San.”
San cocks his head to the side, curious. “Hm?”
“Your slick, angel. Congratulations, you’ve been bitched~”
An overwhelming warmth floods San’s body as Hongjoong’s words settle over him, as Seonghwa hugs him from behind and nips at his bond mark, as Yeosang nuzzles up to him before the other alphas can try to get close, possessive over their newest omega. “Pretty boy, well done,” Seonghwa fawns, giggling when San can’t hold back a sob, pressing kisses to his neck and jaw, pinching at his pectorals. “You want alpha to claim you again? First knot of your new life~”
Words won’t form in his throat, so San settles with a nod, pleased when Yeosang tilts his head to kiss the pout from his lips, pinching at his cheek and laughing sweetly. “Knew it was pre-heat by the way you smelled, Sannie, you’re all sugary,” he beams, moving to kneel and refusing to move further when Wooyoung tries to worm his way closer, each member of their pack as possessive as the other. “Go on, lay down. Hongjoong can fuck a litter into you now.”
He knows it’s highly unlikely; even now he’s been bitched, birth rates for alpha bodies, current or former, are rock bottom. But a louder part of his heart soars at the thought of being bred, leading him to sink into the mattress, dreamy and desperate as he watches Hongjoong take his suit off, layer by layer. This is his reward; he’s been good, showed his worth again and again, and his alpha wants to grant him all of his body, bare and beautiful. “Oh, darling,” he smiles when he catches San’s gaze, fixed so intently even as Mingi presses flush to his side, lapping at his gland to get his scent pooling from it, pressing his nose flush and inhaling deeply. “Aren’t you sweet? So docile, a nice, open hole to fuck. Look, look at your stomach.. look at that swell. That’s how good you’ve been for your pack, how well you’ve serviced them all. I’m so proud.”
San arches his back away from the bed, moaning softly when Hongjoong finally kneels above him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his cock before moving upwards, kissing over San’s filled belly, between his tits, the base of his throat, his beloved collar, then his lips. “Wanna be good,” San breathes, moving willfully when his legs are tapped, bending them at the knee and wiggling to get comfortable, wrapping them around Hongjoong’s waist like he’s been taught. “Want everyone to know my position.. please, alpha, let me be good.”
“You’re already good, don’t worry,” Hongjoong assures him, reaching down for a moment to press his cock against San’s waiting rim, teasing with a few shallow thrusts, just barely inside him. He nips at San’s jaw, paying no attention to how close the other alphas press against San wherever they can, scenting him before Hongjoong has a chance to break the flesh of his gland again, thorough and desperate. He’d been the same way when Seonghwa had been bitched, his heart full of love, the need to protect, nurture. Though the change in his scent had been slight, it was so different to San, intoxicating. Much like how the scent of his alphas is now. Hongjoong taps his chin twice. “Open.”
San does as he’s told, sticking his tongue out and gasping softly when Hongjoong presses inside him, spitting into his mouth to give him something else to focus on. He rolls his hips down, closing his mouth to swallow and moaning when Hongjoong sinks into him, heavy and thick and full. Hongjoong’s cock isn’t as big as Yunho or Jongho’s, but there’s something about him that sates a part of San’s brain, eases his cravings and makes him feel alive, a whole body claiming before he’s even fully inside. His knot is already half formed, and San’s eyes widen as it presses past his rim, catching just a little, just for a moment.
“There we go, pretty bunny. That’s your doing, how beautifully you’ve behaved for your pack, how gorgeous you look when you’re put in your place. Prettiest property I’ve ever owned,” Hongjoong presses his lips close to San’s ear as he speaks, his voice a smooth, prowling purr as he fucks into San, deep and intentional. His pace is slow, but he drives his hips hard with each thrust, pressing close to San and covering him in his scent, fresh and thick and warming. “This is where you belong, baby. Under your alpha, coveted, owned. Our beautiful little fuck toy, just waiting to be bent over and used by any one of your packmates. So easy now you’re bitched, isn’t it? Just a little feeling up, and you’ll be nice and slick and desperate for cock, hm~?”
San’s eyes widen each time Hongjoong’s knot catches at his rim, thicker than he’s ever felt it, stretching him with every press. He nods at Hongjoong’s words, fucked too dumb to try speaking, whining each time he feels the deep pressure of Hongjoong inside him, ready to breed him full, sate him, make him good. “He’s been waiting so long for this,” Seonghwa says softly, and he’s so close, pressing a kiss to San’s cheek and tutting softly, wiping away what turns out to be tears. San hadn’t even realised he’s crying, a steady stream of tears pooling every time he blinks, overwhelmed with relief, warmth, love. “Oh, little darling, you’re so cute. So happy to be breeding stock, can’t stop crying~”
“He’s just happy he doesn’t have to stop this,” Yeosang chimes in from the opposite side, a curious hand moving between San and Hongjoong to press at the omega’s belly, giggling when San moans sharply, the pressure so different now the corset isn’t keeping him confined. “Gonna be filled every morning, whoever wants to empty their load into you. It’s been so long since they had a real free use omega, not since you got bitched, Seonghwa.. You should get a new tag for his collar, alpha. Pack bitch.”
San’s eyes roll back as he gives into the building pleasure, clenching around Hongjoong’s thick knot and clawing at the sheets as he releases with no real touching, sobbing weakly when Yeosang’s hand moves from his belly to his cock, pumping steadily to milk him dry. “That’s right, Yeosangie.. make him all limp and pliant, let him cum ‘til he’s stupid,” Seonghwa pushes, a smirk in his tone as he moves a hand of his own to squeeze at San’s tits, playing with his nipples, circling and squeezing, amused by every weak noise it coaxes from San. “Oh, so sensitive, baby. Could cum from this alone, huh? Head so empty, only wants pleasure, wants to be touched and used~”
“You’re both worse than any of the alphas,” Hongjoong chastises fondly, pressing his nose close to San’s throat when both omegas giggle and sucking at his gland, groaning smoothly when San squeezes his thighs around his waist, pulling him closer, intent on being bred. “They’re right though, aren’t they? They’re so happy to have a new toy to play with, to have an omega beneath them to boss around. You’ll take anything you’re given.”
“Hhhah-ah, yes, fuck,” San nods, sobbing weakly as he feels the familiar swell of Hongjoong’s knot as it pumps past San’s rim for the final few times, too thick after no time at all, locking them together, locking San’s place in their pack, at the mercy of his pack. “Please, alpha, I want it so bad.. wanna be your bitch, want you to own me, want you to use me, w-want-”
“Shh, enough. Take it, omega, it’s yours,” Hongjoong promises as he grazes his teeth over San’s gland, sending sparks over his body as he feels the faintly familiar sharpness of his incisors, ready to break skin once more, to welcome him to their pack all over again. San goes limp as Yeosang draws another orgasm from him, as Seonghwa preens and coos, as Hongjoong claims him as their omega.
San drifts as he’s fawned over, full of his alpha’s love as one by one, the others insist on scenting him, pressing kisses to his freshly reclaimed gland, gentle bites, sweet nuzzles over any other point of his body where his scent pools. Hongjoong stays above him, pressing closer each time he’s decided an alpha has had enough scenting, possessive and protective, selfish. They won’t have long to bask in this glow; San still has to shower and dress again, they all do by now, and Hongjoong won’t let him leave looking anything less than perfect.
Right now, covered in slick and spit and seed, San thinks he’s as close to perfect as he’ll ever be.