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It wasn’t his fault that an alpha couldn’t handle it when an omega told them off. Jisung didn’t take anyone’s shit. And well, he guessed sometimes it backfired
Everyone always thought that omegas were sweet, compliant and quiet. Well, Jisung didn’t like fitting that stereotype, and that sometimes shocked or irritated people.
“Get the fuck away from me.” His exact words were. The alpha didn’t exactly like that response. But he had no reason to touch his arm. He had no right to be in his personal space. In his dressing room. It was difficult being an idol. Add in being an omega to that and it gets even worse.
He breathed in deeply to tell the supposed employee of the company that was interviewing them to fuck off again, but as he did, the smell made his airways burn. The unfamiliar alpha scent filled his senses. He grasped at his nose, trying to block it, but it was too late. His knees were already beginning to buckle.
“How dare you talk to me that way.” He growled, and Jisung couldn’t help the tiny whimper that fell from his lips. He grabbed onto the chair next to him, refusing to fall to the floor in front of him. He grit his teeth, and held his breath trying to fight back.
“Fuck you.” He snapped, proud of how composed he sounded, even if he didn’t look it. That made the alpha even more furious. He grabbed onto him then, pushing him to the floor. Jisung fell in a heap, gasping for his breath after trying to hold it in. His body was betraying him once again.
He stared at the tiled floor. It was cool against his clammy palms. The employee squatted down in front of him, grabbing his neck in his big hands. He hissed at the touch.
“So much for you being a sweet and kind omega like the media says. You’re a defiant little brat, aren’t you?” He gripped harder to his neck, and Jisung was getting weaker by the minute as he continued to blast his scent around them.
This guy was fucked once someone got wind of this. Jisung would make sure of that. Unfortunately, he had no idea where the other members were at the moment. They were probably getting ready just like he was. It was rare that someone was this bold with him, it didn’t happen often.
He also tried like hell to convince himself that he wasn’t scared. But in all reality he was terrified. He was being completely overpowered, and he knew that this could get bad. Chan had chided him in the past, telling him to be careful around alphas. That he could get hurt. But he hated being weak. He didn’t want others to think he couldn’t take care of himself. So, sometimes he was a little chippy, which was outside of the norm. Felix was their gentle, kind, and warm omega. Hyunjin was respectful and sweet. Seungmin was feisty, but adorable and loving. How society says they should be. Jisung always acted the complete opposite. To those he didn’t know, he came off as rude and unkind. Especially to those who doubted him.
He was independent. He didn’t need anyone to take care of him. He hated it when others told him what to do. Maybe it stemmed from everyone always looking down on him. He wanted to prove them wrong. He wanted to show them he was better than anyone, regardless of what he was.
“Let me go.” It was no longer confident. His voice was small, begging. He grit his teeth together.
That made the alpha laugh, brushing his thumb across Jisung’s pink cheek. He flinched in disgust.
“That’s better. See how much cuter you are when you’re like this? Like a proper omega.”
Jisung could no longer move. His throat being held, the scent caging him. The dominance this guy had was no joke. Of course this company wasn’t careful enough with its employees. Only Beta’s and Omega’s were allowed to tend to Jisung. He was pissed that someone didn’t check beforehand.
He clenched his eyes shut as the man fitted his thumb into his mouth. It was open, panting for air, and that excited the alpha.
Jisung wanted to bite him. He wanted to tear through his skin and detach it from his body, but he couldn’t find the strength. He shivered as he tasted the saltiness of his thumb on his tongue. Not being able to fight back was infuriating him.
The only other dominant alpha he knew was Chan. Jisung thought it should be illegal the way they can control the others around them. He admired Chan though. He has never once used his dominance to control anyone. Unlike this piece of shit currently stroking his tongue back and forth with a smirk on his face.
He could see the man’s eyes devouring him, going black with lust. They wandered to his neck.
“No mark.” He spoke, mostly to himself. “Maybe someone should show you how to behave properly.”
Then, a familiar growl and comforting scent filled the room. The alpha in front of him was being yanked backwards, being thrown into containers in the corner of the room.
“Who the absolute fuck do you think you are?”
Innie. The youngest alpha was seething, Jisung could already feel his strength returning as the alpha was ripped away from him, although it wasn’t much. He tried to stand on his wobbly legs, but failed. He could sense Jeongin’s rage. It was powerful. And right now, he was so very weak.
Changbin was rushing to his side then. Grabbing him by the waist. His touch made his nerve endings go haywire. And he wasn’t expecting that. He whimpered again, and Changbin’s eyes went wide.
“Shit, Han.” Changbin scrunched his nose. The boy smelled incredibly sweet. He put him in the chair and immediately backed away. Knowing being that close to Han was not for the best at the moment. His attention was then on Jeongin who was roughing up the employee in the corner of the room.
“You think you can fucking touch him like that? You piece of shit .”
“Innie, let go.” Changbin growled, his demanding tone causing Jisung to sink into his chair. His brain was swirling.
The scent of three alphas was driving his body absolutely insane. His vision was starting to blur. Felix was then in the room, his eyes immediately going to Jisung. Instead of entering fully, he ran back down the hall.
He knew what was happening. And there was no stopping it now.
“Jisung.”
Minho’s voice called out to him then. He wasn’t sure when he entered the room. The tone reverberated in his mind. The alpha sounded angry and concerned.
He was sweating. His entire body was burning. He noticed the threatening alpha was no longer anywhere in sight. That made him calm down slightly.
This was bad. So, so bad.
“Go away.” He wanted it to sound threatening, instead it came out as a pleading whimper. He sounded pathetic. He was shaking, brushing his hair from his sweat slicked forehead.
He could see Felix behind him, looking concerned. Of course he grabbed Minho hyung. Jisung’s favorite alpha, although he wouldn’t admit that outloud. The scent he felt most comfortable with. The want buried inside him was beginning to take over.
“Changbin, Jeongin. Leave.” Minho demanded and Jeongin looked like he was about to argue but Changbin grabbed him and Felix and shoved them out of the room. He wasn’t sure if Minho could handle Jisung going into heat on his own, but right now he needed to get Jeongin out of there, before he lost it. He was the newest alpha, and smelling Jisung like that would definitely set him off, especially since he was feeling angry and protective.
The door was being shut, Jisung could hear the click, the lock being turned. He was panicking. He was going into heat. At an interview at that. It’s the middle of the day. Promo was in full swing. He hadn’t taken his suppressants, and that fucking asshole released his pheromones, trying to control him. This had never happened to him before. He was careless, he should have taken some or watched his attitude especially since his cycle was close. Also, he wasn’t mated, which made it so much easier to send him into this vulnerable state.
“Fuck.” He whimpered, the pain beginning to set in. He could hear Minho walking up to him.
“Baby.” His voice was so gentle, but so powerful, Jisung felt tears sting his eyes. He had never gone into heat in front of anyone before. Never, in his entire life. He would always make sure he spent them far away from the group. It just wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. Due to that, he was also a virgin. They all knew this about Jisung, and they never pressed him about it.
The only two that were mated were Felix and Chan. Chan fell first, love at first sight as he had called it. They both loved each other so much, but Jisung couldn’t even think about being in a relationship with one of his group members. He cared about his job, a lot. He didn’t want to mix romance and work. There were too many potential repercussions.
Even though, if he was being honest…he had thought about it. Especially when Minho was so kind to him. So caring. Always taking care of him. The perfect alpha, if he had to be in love with one. But he didn’t want to admit that. Being his best friend was enough for him. It had to be. But now, he was looking at him with these intense eyes.
“Don’t.” Jisung whispered, trying to turn away from that gaze. He didn’t want him to look at him like that. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. Especially Minho.
“We need to get you home.” Was all he responded with. The electricity that shocked his skin at his touch was incredible. It was even more intense than when Changbin had touched him earlier. He could feel himself wetting the chair beneath him. If he wasn’t already bright red, he would have blushed.
“I-I can’t move.” He squirmed as Minho started to lift him. He did so easily, one arm under his legs, the other supporting his back. Jisung was writhing. The warmth of the alpha’s strong arms was driving him wild.
He unlocked the door, and as they stepped out Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Jeongin were guarding the door. Jisung could see them through lidded eyes. He was losing consciousness as the pain began to intensify.
“That guy is dead.” Innie spoke, his voice gravelly.
“Jeongin. Calm down.” Changbin was trying to relax him, but his eyes were wild.
“His fingers were in his mouth . He used his pheromones on him. How the hell am I supposed to calm down?” He was yelling and Jisung could feel the deep growl in Minho’s belly upon learning this new information.
“The car is out back.” Chan spoke next, pushing the younger one down by his shoulder. That made Jisung smile to himself. Jeongin was so protective of him. He could feel Minho clench his fingers into his back.
“I’ll go too.” Jeongin said and Minho let out a hiss in his direction.
“You’re not coming.” He snapped, and Jisung shivered in his arms.
“Jeongin. You’ll stay here.” Chan ordered, and that made the younger alpha pout. It wasn’t a secret that Jeongin was lusting for the omega, and sending him alone while Jisung was in this state was too dangerous.
“Take Hyunjin with you.” Chan instructed, the pack alpha taking charge.
“Why?” He tested.
“Because this is the first time for him. He’ll be calmer with Hyunjin there as well.”
At the mention of that, Jeongin huffed in frustration.
“I can take care of him myself.” Minho growled, shocking everyone. Chan glared at him, but knew Minho was just feeling protective so he let it slide.
“Take Hyunjin. I trust you, but you’d never forgive yourself if you lost control. And neither would he.” He told him sternly. Minho took a deep calming breath. He knew he was right.
“C’mon.” Hyunjin brushed his fingers over Jisung’s cheek then, and the touch of the omega felt so comforting he nuzzled into his hand.
The car ride was absolutely brutal. Jisung was groaning the entire ride. He wasn’t allowed to cling to Minho, per Hyunjin, so he was being cradled by him instead, who had him pressed into his neck, releasing his scent, trying to calm the omega down.
Jisung’s body would calm down slightly, but it wouldn’t last. His instincts were starting to beg. Inside, he was falling apart. The ache of want taking over.
“It hurts.” He whined into Hyunjin’s neck.
“I know. But you’re okay.” He stroked his hair reassuringly. Jisung knew he was right. This wasn’t his first heat, but it was a million times worse with Minho hyung being near him. He had no idea he could feel this way.
This had happened to Seungmin just a few months ago, and Changbin had to be wrestled to the ground by Chan and Minho to keep him from marking him.
Seungmin was a completely different person in heat, begging Changbin to bite him and knot him until he snapped. Seungmin was completely embarrassed for over a week after that. Changbin was disappointed in himself for losing it. They have spent quite a few heats together though. Seungmin liked it when the other alphas were there with him as he was being knotted. Jisung thought he was crazy, but now he was starting to understand. Being in heat when an alpha you really care about was around is an entirely different game. And for Seungmin, he liked to have them all there. Even though Changbin was his favorite.
Jisung began to pull himself away from Hyunjin now. It wasn’t enough. He needed an alpha. He needed Minho. He began to crawl over him, but Hyunjin held him back.
“We’re almost there.” He tried to push him back but he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Minho hyung.” He cried, a few tears slipping. He wanted him. Needed him. Minho’s pupils had blown wide at the desperate call of his name. He clenched his fingers around the seat belt. He rolled the window down slightly and took in as many deep breaths as he could.
Minho wished he could go back and kill the guy that did this to him. But he knew that he needed to let it go. Because he really would have them turn around so he could smash his fist into his face if he didn’t.
“Sit still.” Minho demanded, and Jisung couldn’t figure out why his entire body froze in place. He whimpered again, and Hyunjin kissed his forehead, peppering light kisses over his face.
“You’re being so good, just a little longer.” Jisung hated that he liked the way he was being praised by the other omega. The stupid instincts inside him.
“Jinnie.” He gripped the boy tight. He had lost himself and he knew it. Hyunjin and Minho have never seen him so compliant. So embarrassingly desperate.
When they pulled up to the house, Minho grabbed him again, lifting him effortlessly. He couldn’t stop himself from nuzzling into his neck, his scent glands leaking so beautifully. He breathed deeply. Like a fresh, earthy rain. Minho had always smelled so perfect to him.
Hyunjin was right behind them, pulling doors open and closing them behind him.
“Hyung, I can take him if you need me to.” He offered as Minho laid Jisung down on his bed. The entire room smelled entirely of Minho. He pressed his face into the mattress. He moaned desperately.
“I won’t lose control.”
“Are you sure?” Hyunjin asked, unconvinced.
“I won’t.” He assured him with a smile. Hyunjin sighed and looked over to Jisung who was grinding himself against the mattress below.
“You say that now, but when he’s begging you, will you have a clear head then? Think about it, Hyung.”
That made Minho bite his lip hard. He knew he wasn’t wrong. But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Jisung. He couldn’t. He would never forgive himself. He knew how Jisung felt and he couldn’t disrespect that.
“Hannie.” Hyunjin crawled in next to him then, pulling his face to his. Jisung couldn’t form any words. His eyes were lust filled. His body needed it. It was begging for it. He knew that bringing him back to reality was going to be difficult. Hyunjin kissed his lips, and Minho growled aggressively.
Hyunjin didn’t break their kiss, but let his eyes track over to Minho, asking for permission to continue. Minho knew Hyunjin was a comfort to him, so he let it slide. He told himself he wouldn’t get possessive. Besides, Jisung wasn’t his.
Jisung deepened the kiss, liking the way the omegas taste was calming him. His saliva was sweet. He clung to him desperately. His mind was coming back to him slightly. Hyunjin pulled away then, brushing his bangs from his eyes.
“Do you want to go through your heat alone or do you want Minho Hyung to be here?” He asked. He needed a lustless response.
“Alone? I can’t…I want…I want Minho hyung.” He admitted embarrassed. He has never felt a heat this intense before, and he wasn’t sure he could do it alone. The thought made his entire body shiver.
“Do you want me to leave?” He questioned him and Jisung clasped their hands together.
“No, stay, please.” The comfort that the other omega was giving him made him desperate for his presence. It was like Hyunjin could bring him back to reality, even if it was only momentarily.
“Of course.” Hyunjin kissed him gently again before looking at Minho. He could see the intensity in the alpha’s eyes. He’s lucky his own heat had just passed, or else the overbearing alpha might have sent him over the edge as well. He knew Minho likely wasn’t aware of how strong his scent was, but Hyunjin knew it was driving Jisung wild.
He had never seen the boy in heat before, but he was not the Jisung he was accustomed to. But that’s what a heat would do to you. It makes you lose all sense of reality.
He has done this for Felix as well, coaxing him through a few of his heats before he mated with Chan. Felix was needy. He begged Hyunjin to hold his hands as Chan fucked into him. Chan never minded Hyunjin’s presence. Felix was never embarrassed either. He loved Hyunjin being there. He told him that he felt less anxious with his calming pheromones.
Hyunjin had a beautiful scent. Like vanilla and cinnamon. A scent that could calm others.
“You’re staying then?” Minho asked, genuinely curious, no irritation in his voice.
“Yes, if that’s what he wants. I do this with Felix and Chan sometimes when Felix is anxious or if his heat gets really intense.”
“I know. I just…”
“It’ll probably help you too. You look like you’re about to snap.” He eyed him carefully, and the older boy sighed.
“Maybe you’re right.” He admitted, and Hyunjin reached out to touch his shoulder.
Hyunjin never had to worry about Chan mating Felix without his consent. Chan was incredibly strong. Hyunjin respected his control and compassion for Felix. He could tell he wanted to, so badly every time Felix begged for him to knot him. But Chan didn’t even flinch. His love for Felix was stronger than anything else. He waited until Felix was ready before making it official.
But he knew how much Minho liked Jisung. He would never tell him that, but he didn’t need to. He would never say it out loud, afraid that Jisung would catch wind of it. And that worried him. Jisung had made it clear that he didn’t believe in bandmate relationships. Hyunjin noticed the way Minho bit his lip at his words that day. Because Minho did love him. Wanted the omega to be his. His aggressive attitude yet beautiful soul was everything to him.
He also refused to help any of the members with their heats. Hyunjin has spent a heat with at least everyone of the alpha’s, except Minho. He knew he was extremely private about it. Chan was now mated to Felix, so usually Changbin would spend his heat with him if he was having a particularly difficult month. Changbin had been his first, and he definitely preferred him. Although, these days Seungmin had been extremely needy for Changbin, so he didn’t want to interfere. Jeongin was still learning, so Hyunjin was happy to help him learn how to care for an omega properly. Hyunjin found it entertaining how easily the younger boy succumbed to his lust. He was also very sweet, and liked to kiss Hyunjin a lot.
“Just don’t forget that this is Jisung. That he isn’t in his right mind.” He told him, and Minho nodded.
And even though he was a wrecked mess at the moment, Jisung was the strongest omega Hyunjin has ever met. He respected him fully, breaking the norms of society. Completely independent, and not afraid to say what was on his mind. They used to hate each other. Hyunjin thought he was disrespectful, rude and full of himself. Even though he would come to learn that wasn’t true at all.
Jisung was kind, even if he pretended not to be. He was incredibly caring and sweet. Always putting the others before himself. Especially with Felix and Seungmin.
He knew he was talented, and he wanted the respect he deserved. Everyone had always been pushing him down since day one, and Hyunjin could understand that. It wasn’t easy for them, but instead of allowing others to tear him down, he fought back, and Hyunjin found that truly admirable.
“Minho…” Jisung whined then, and the alpha was immediately by his side in the bed. Hyunjin removed himself for a moment, to give them some time alone.
“Yes baby?” He was gentle, caressing his sweaty face.
“I…I’m embarrassed...for you to see me like this.” He whispered, covering his eyes with his hands. Minho immediately grabbed them, pulling them away and pinning them by the side of his head. Jisung’s eyes flitted to the side, not wanting to look at him directly. His heart was pounding.
He wanted this. But then again he didn’t. He was losing his composure. He worked so hard to be strong. He didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to feel this desperation. He didn’t want Minho to see him this way.
“Don’t be. It’s okay.” He tried to reassure him, but the younger boy shook his head.
“Are you…sure this is okay?” He asked then and Minho chuckled.
“Of course it’s okay. As long as you’re okay with it.”
He bit his lip and let out a slight sigh.
“If it’s you, then yeah. But…you know I’ve never…so I don’t know how it’s going to be…” He knew he wasn’t making sense, trying to explain his thoughts, but his mind was becoming hazy again as Minho kept leaning in closer. His scent filled his entire body. He smelled so good, so safe and he could feel his mouth start to water.
Minho swallowed thickly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The omega below him held in a groan, making him smile. He couldn’t help but think how he was so beautiful, looking so desperate. He had never in a million years thought he would ever see Jisung in such a state, and he felt bad for thinking that. He knew Jisung hated this. He knew, if he had it his way this would never have had a chance to happen. But it was too late now.
“It’s hot.” He complained, squirming uncomfortably under his touch. He was still fully clothed. Hyunjin returned then. He had grabbed a few towels from the bathroom and also a few water bottles from the mini fridge Minho had in his room.
“Want me to take these off?” He asked, and Jisung nodded desperately, unbuttoning his own pants. Minho began to help him, Hyunjin laid a towel down as Jisung removed his clothes. Minho helped him raise his sweater over his head. His hair was staticky as it slipped off.
Minho felt his breath hitch as he could see how hard he was beneath his jeans. He slowly pulled the fabric down, and Jisung hissed as the air swarmed his now bare thighs. Minho bit his lip seeing how soaked he already was.
He looked to see Jisung staring at him, eyes lidded, blinking slowly. He was so fucking beautiful. He was always beautiful, but right now he looked so soft, so pretty, and he wanted to fuck him so badly.
“I…touch. Need.” He wasn’t making coherent sentences, but Minho continued and released him from his drenched boxers. His cock hard, dripping wet. It took everything in him not to launch himself at him.
“It’s okay.” Hyunjin’s soft voice was beside them. Minho almost forgot he was there for a moment. He was speaking at Jisung but he knew it was directed towards him. He was losing his composure and nothing has happened yet.
“Please.” Jisung hissed, getting impatient. Minho fit himself between his legs then, spreading the boy beneath him. Jisung threw his head back on the pillow at the touch on his soft thighs. They were wet. He knew they were so fucking wet.
“Jisung.” Minho breathed out as his eyes landed on his slick hole. His mouth watered. He could see it twitching, leaking with every touch to the boy's skin. Drenching the towel beneath them.
He let his fingers trace around the rim and he growled as Jisung whined, his back arching, trying to push the fingers inside of him.
“Shh, relax.” Hyunjin cooed, cuddled up to his right side. Pressing kisses onto his shoulder and neck. And Jisung did. He relaxed his fingers that were clenching into the bed sheets so hard his knuckles were turning white.
Minho couldn’t help but think that it was amazing how easily Hyunjin could calm the boy. For someone who never listened to anyone he was incredibly pliant.
“Fucked. I need…want to be.” Jisung couldn’t find the proper way to string a sentence together and it was driving him insane. He wanted Minho. So. Fucking. Badly. And he was just sitting there. Messing with him.
Minho pressed his finger in then, with almost no resistance. Jisung cried out, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s wrist with intense power. Hyunjin didn’t even flinch.
“Does that feel good?” Hyunjin asked, and Jisung nodded multiple times.
“So good. So good.” He repeated again and again.
Minho was so hard. Watching the way Jisung clung to Hyunjin was hotter than he was anticipating. At first he wasn’t fond of the idea that the omega was sticking around. But watching Jisung confessing how good his fingers felt inside him to the other boy made his cock twitch.
“Should I add another?” He asked, and Jisung let his eyes drift towards him.
“Yes. Please.” He begged, and Minho plunged another deep into him, the slick sliding down to his wrist.
“Ahh, fuck!” Minho must have brushed against his prostate because the boy was coming, releasing over his stomach. White covering his taut tummy. Jisung was shaking, breathing heavily.
“Wow Sungie, that was so good. Coming just from Hyung’s fingers.” Hyunjin praised him. Jisung shivered, whining at the praise. Minho could sense the increased smell coming from the omega. He wasn’t sure if it was because he just came or because of the words coming from Hyunjin’s mouth.
“You like it when you’re praised, don’t you?” Hyunjin smiled, brushing his fingers over Jisung’s cheek which was now stained with tears.
He just nodded multiple times. He was still coming down from his high.
Minho began pumping his fingers in and out again. And Jinsung’s cock began to stand up as well.
“Minho. Hyung. Am I? Am I good?” He questioned in broken sentences, pleading for the alpha’s response, and Minho thought his airways had closed up. The desperate need for affirmation made him adorable in his eyes.
“Christ, yes baby. You’re so good.” He moved up so he could hover over his face, his fingers slowly dragging in and out.
Jisung grabbed at him then, pulling him in so he could taste his lips. Minho gasped as Jisung slipped his tongue in immediately.
He added a third finger then and he ate up the moan that Jisung pressed into his mouth. He was so warm. He was hot to the touch. His entire body was shaking.
Jisung wanted more. Needed more. The fingers were not enough. He needed Minho. Inside of him. Deep. Pressing into him. Cumming. Filling him.
“Fuck me.” He begged breathless, and Minho could feel the alpha being drawn from deep within him. His reasoning flying out the window. He was staring at him, a pleading face. A beautiful body, begging and twitching for him. All for him. It was driving him wild. He clenched his fingers around Jisung’s bicep, making him squeak in mixed pleasure and pain.
“Minho hyung.” Hyunjin warned, and Minho glared at him.
“Don’t interfere.” He demanded, and that made Jisung cry below him. The deep tone of his voice sent him into a spiral. Hyunjin bowed his head, knowing it was hard not to obey. But he cared about Jisung more.
“You can’t mark him.”
“Yes. Mark. Please. ” Jisung twisted his neck to the side, baring his skin. If it was Minho then it was okay, his mind was ranting over and over. He loved Minho. Even if he said he didn’t. Even if he didn’t want to mate with anyone in their group. He was lying to himself. He wanted to spend every heat like this. With Minho’s scent surrounding him. It was addicting.
“No baby, you’re not in your right mind.” Hyunjin nuzzled their foreheads together, trying to get his head back to a reasonable state.
“Minho. If it’s Minho. It’s okay.” He spoke and Hyunjin sighed. Minho’s heart soared at his words.
“I won’t mark him. But I…I can’t not…I need to be inside him.” He blushed, his honestly not phasing Hyunjin.
“Okay.” Hyunjin gave in. He knew if he needed to he could block the alpha with his arms. It would hurt like hell, but he couldn’t watch his friends make a serious mistake. This was their first time, and marking is a serious conversation to have when you’re not under intense instinctual influence.
Minho discarded his clothes. Jisung stared at him with hungry eyes. He was big. Bigger than he thought. And they’ve seen each other naked before. But his arousal was making his cock even bigger.
“Hey, let’s flip you. It’ll be easier on your knees.” Hyunjin suggested pulling him and helping him press his face into the mattress.
Minho pressed his wide hands against his cheeks, spreading him wide. Jisung moaned, as he felt the head of Minho’s cock brush his opening. He thought he was going to plunge in, give him what he needed but then he felt something smaller, warm and wet dipping into him.
“Ungh, Hyung, no…” He whined as Minho licked into his hole. He bucked his hips back, but Minho growled, forcing him to still his body.
Hyunjin laid on his side still, face to face, running his fingers over his plump lips.
“Let Hyung taste you.” He whispered, and Jisung shivered. He was embarrassed beyond belief. As Minho lapped at him, his tongue reached deep inside him. It felt so good, and he was about to cum again.
“Jinnie. Touch. Please. I want…to come.” He begged and Hyunjin looked at Minho first for permission. Minho blinked slowly at him, in silent approval. Hyunjin reached out and grasped him in his gentle hand.
Jisung squeaked at the touch. It only took two pumps before he was ejaculating on the bed spread below him. Hyunjin kissed his shoulder blade.
Minho pulled back from his hole, as it clenched around his tongue again and again, begging for something bigger.
“So pretty.” Minho breathed onto his back, and Jisung hummed in response. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jisung.”
Jisung felt his heart flutter. He could see Hyunjin smiling at him.
Before Jisung could respond with anything, Minho pressed into him. The head of his cock being sucked in easily. He groaned and Jisung practically shrieked. Hyunjin shushed him, petting his cheek.
“Fuck.” Minho groaned, trying not to grip Jisung too hard by his waist. He was perfect. Gripping him so wonderfully.
“Hurts.” Jisung cried, tears coating his face.
“What hurts?” Hyunjin asked, brushing the tears away. He needed Jisung to use his words so he kissed his lips again. Jisung really liked the feel of it. Drinking up the omega’s scent and taste.
“I don’t…know. Inside.” He couldn’t explain. It hurt. Something. The stretch of Minho hurt but he wanted more. It wasn’t enough, but he felt like he might tear. He was huge. But he wanted it.
“Minho hyung will go slow.” Hyunjin caressed him, and Minho had no idea how he was going to not just fuck him ruthlessly. It was so tight and warm. It was an intense feeling, being inside him was incredible. He wanted to fuck him forever.
He started off slow. Pumping in and out at a slow pace. Minho could see him wincing underneath him. He tried to be gentle, rubbing his hands all over his skin, goosebumps being left in their wake.
“Need. More.” He panted, looking at the omega at his side, and Hyunjin grabbed his hand tight.
“Tell him baby not me.” Hyunjin encouraged him, but Jisung was anxious. Hyunjin could feel his emotions laced with his scent. This was new for him. He knew it was overwhelming.
This was his first time with an alpha. And Minho Hyung at that. He didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was that he needed something. His mind was fuzzy.
“Hyung. More. Please.” He hiccupped, not sure what he was even asking for. But it wasn’t enough.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Minho stroked his back, sending more goosebumps rising all over his skin.
“Just fuck me. Harder. Please.” He mewled, meaning it. He wanted it so bad. Minho growled and snapped his hips forward, sending Jisung farther up the bed. His control had completely dissipated. Jisung let out a pained groan.
“Hey.” Hyunjin barked angrily. “Don’t hurt him.”
Jisung reached out for his hand then.
“It doesn’t hurt. It’s okay. Minho won’t…hurt me. I want it.” He told him and Hyunjin nodded. If it’s what he wanted, then it was okay. He kissed his forehead, and watched as Minho fucked him mercilessly.
Jisung was moaning so loud, finally getting what he wanted. His cock was slamming in and out of him, his slick squelching, leaking down his cock and thighs.
“Jisung. You feel so good. So perfect for me.”
“Yours, Hyung. Yours.” He cried, finally getting what he wanted.
“You like being fucked like this?” Hyunjin checked in, and Jisung was so blissed out he just nodded. “Does he feel good, Hyung?” Hyunjin pressed with a smirk and Minho returned one at him.
“He’s so fucking tight and hot. He feels so good.”
Jisung grunted happily, the air getting knocked out of him with every thrust. Hyunjin knew that would excite him. Hearing Minho talk about him in such a way.
Minho could feel himself getting close. His knot was beginning to swell, catching on Jisung’s rim.
“Do you want me to knot you?” Minho bent over, whispering into his ear. That made Jisung cum again, just from the breath on his ear.
“Knot him from the side. It’ll be more comfortable for him.” Hyunjin, the only voice of reason breaking them both from their lust.
Minho pulled out for just a moment, Jisung crying at the loss of the alpha’s cock inside him, before lifting his leg and plunging back into the wetness.
“Ah, Minho, hyung. Knot me. Please, I want it.” He begged, his one hand pressing his tummy and the other gripping Hyunjin’s hand.
“I’m going to knot you. Cum so deep inside you, baby.” He kissed the back of his neck, and Hyunjin was watching him intently.
“Yes.” He moaned, grinding back on Minho’s cock, wanting it badly. The older boy was about to burst.
“You like that? Me filling you up?” He teased and Jisung was nodding intensely.
“Yes. I like it. Hyung, I like you . I really like you.” Jisung babbled. He didn’t even realize what he was saying, all he knew was that he wanted it and that he loved Minho more than anything in the world.
Minho was always there for him. Making him laugh, getting him to smile behind his hard exterior. Whenever he pretended that he was okay, Minho knew he wasn’t. Jisung knew that Minho knew when he was lying. He couldn’t hide his true feelings from him ever.
He always made sure he was eating. Whenever Jisung wasn’t getting enough food or water, Minho would make sure to get him something. Taking him out to dinner at least once a week. He held his hand whenever he was anxious, which happened more often than he liked to admit. Minho knew exactly how to calm him down. He smiled at him so sweetly whenever he thought he wasn’t looking. They hung out together constantly. He never failed to touch him so lovingly.
And Jisung loved it. But he wanted to deny himself that love. He had worked too hard to keep Minho at a safe distance. He knew that once they crossed that line they would never be able to come back over it.
But right now, he had never felt so overwhelmed by this feeling in his life. His love for the alpha. He wanted to be his. He wanted him to mark him. He wanted Minho forever.
Minho growled into Jisung’s ear at his words. His heart was hammering in his chest. His knot was ready to pop. He was teetering on the edge of complete loss of control.
“Say it again.” He demanded, grabbing Jisung’s cock in his hand as he placed the other over his hand on his stomach. Jisung whined and bared his neck.
“I like you, Hyung.” He choked out and Minho couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I really fucking like you, Jisung.” He admitted, fitting his entire cock deep into him.
“Knot me. Mark me. Please. I want you. I like you. Fuck.” Jisung cried, and Hyunjin couldn’t calm him any longer. The only thing that would satiate him was Minho.
He groaned, finally spilling into the boy. Jisung came again, and he was sure that it had splattered all over Hyunjin, but he didn’t say anything. He was watching Minho with all his focus.
Minho quickly placed his hand over Jisung’s exposed neck, biting down into his own flesh. His own blood leaked down onto Jisung.
Jisung was moaning, feeling his insides being coated with Minho. He clenched around him, milking him for everything he could give him. The satisfaction filled his entire body.
Minho still had his fangs stuck into his own flesh, trying to come back to reality.
“Such a good boy.” Hyunjin whispered to Jisung then, the omega looking at him with fond eyes.
“Jinnie.” He breathed out, feeling Hyunjin press a gentle hand on his lower belly.
“Look how swollen you are. Hyung filled you up nicely, huh?” Minho knew that Hyunjin was teasing, but Jisung seemed to love it as his cock began to rise again.
Minho finally detached from his own skin, the blood staining Jisung’s neck and the sheets below. He looked down to see them stuck together. The boy's rim stretched widely around his knot.
“Minho hyung, are you okay?” Hyunjin asked him then. And he nodded, kissing Jisung on his neck now without the intense feeling of wanting to mark him, his blood coppery on his tongue. He was still sweet tasting. His pheromones were leaking aggressively. Jisung moaned loudly as he nipped at his skin, grinding on his cock that was still pumping him full of cum.
“You want Hyung to give you pups that badly?” Hyunjin chuckled as he watched Jisung nod his head frantically.
“Yes. I want it. Pups. Please. ”
“Fuck.” Minho groaned into his skin.
“Minho hyung would like that.” Hyunjin brushed his hair behind his ear, as Jisung gripped his hand so tight he thought it might break.
“Hyunjin. Enough, please.” Minho growled, getting riled up again but that only made Hyunjin continue.
“But he would look so pretty all knocked up. Don’t you think so Hannie? You want to be pregnant with Minho’s pups?”
“Yes. Please. Please Hyung. I want that so bad.”
Minho was going to lose it if he moaned that one more time. He was still releasing into him. Filling him to the brim.
“Jisung likes it when you talk to him. So do it or I won’t shut up.” He demanded as much as he could. That made Minho sigh. Jisung looked so happy at the thought of being pregnant. That made Minho’s heart stir.
“Hi baby.” He whispered into his ear, kissing him there. They were blushed and warm and Jisung shivered at the sound of his voice.
“Hyung.”
“You were so amazing. Felt so fucking good for me.”
“Yeah? I was?” He sounded so desperate for appraisal. Minho thought maybe this wasn’t so different from the Jisung that wasn’t in heat. He loved the recognition. Of being good. At being perfect.
“Yeah baby. Do you feel me filling you up?” He questioned, rubbing his lower stomach which was now protruding with his cum.
The boy just hummed in response. He felt his head lolling to the side and his body going a little limp.
“He’s out.” Hyunjin said with a smile, brushing the boy’s bangs from his eyes.
“Fuck.” Minho whispered then, the weight of reality falling onto him.
“You’re so dense. You need to learn what your omega likes.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. Minho’s heart burned at the words your omega .
“Give me a break. I’ve been trying not to lose it over here.” He groaned, which made Hyunjin laugh slightly.
“You did good though Hyung, you made him happy.” Hyunjin offered a smile to him as well.
“I hope so.” He mumbled, holding him tighter. They were still tied together. And it wasn’t going to stop for a while.
“He did so well for his first time. A lot calmer than Felix was, Seungmin was hard to handle as well. But he was so compliant. Was Jisung your first too?” Hyunjin asked then, and Minho blushed slightly.
“No, but it was nothing like this my first time. So, it’s almost as if it was.”
That just made Hyunjin smile. He could see the love in Minho’s eyes for Jisung. It was sweet, and he knew he could trust to leave them be now.
“Hyunjin.”
“Yeah?”
“I love him.”
“I know.” He told him, and Minho sighed.
“I don’t…I don’t think I can handle not being with him.” He felt the tears welling inside him. He looked to see Jisung sleeping peacefully. So pretty, with a slight smile on his face.
“Talk to him when he’s awake. I’m sure everything will work out.” Hyunjin assured him, kissing Jisung’s cheek once more before sliding off the bed.
“Are you leaving?” Minho asked.
“Yeah. I think you have it handled from here. But if you need me I’ll be out in the living room.”
Before he could leave, Minho grabbed his wrist.
“Thank you. For…being there for him. For us.”
That made Hyunjin’s face burst into a giant grin.
“Of course. Anytime, you know that right?” He asked, and Minho shook his head yes in understanding.
Hyunjin left, closing the door behind him.
Minho sighed.
The anticipation of waiting until he woke up was eating him up inside. He cuddled him close, knowing that they had finally crossed that bridge, and there was no turning back.