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“F-Fuck, Hyunjinnie—“ Seungmin cried out from the other room, followed by the banging sounds of the headboard hitting the wall in succession. Jeongin couldn’t help that his room happened to be next to the designated heat room. He really wishes it wasn’t.
No matter who it was—Seungmin, Changbin, Jisung, Felix— he could hear everything. In vivid detail.
“Such a good puppy for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, I’m good, I’m good-“
Jeongin is the only beta of the group. Which means that no one ever needs him for a heat. He’s never even been in the room next to him.
He’s definitely heard it though.
He’s heard every combination of the group, sometimes even more than two people. Never him, though.
He tries to pretend that it doesn’t bother him, even when he and Felix are cuddling, and he leaves Jeongin’s warm arms to go with Chan in the room next door.
He shouldn’t be jealous, really. Omegas don’t have it easy in life, in any way, shape, or form. They have the entire world working against their success and pushing them into little boxes where they can only stay home and have children. There’s nothing to be jealous of there.
Besides maybe having children, but that’s something Jeongin can’t think about too hard.
And from what he’s heard, heats without an alpha are excruciatingly painful. Seungmin had said he thought he was dying when he first presented and there was no one else at the dorm.
He shouldn’t be jealous. There was no reason for him to be.
Yet, when he hears the cries from the omegas in the room next door, always feeling so good, so brainless, Jeongin can’t help but think about how that would feel. From what he hears, it feels amazing.
That’s the part that he feels jealous over.
The cries from the other room get louder, until they’re completely silent. That’s how Jeongin knows that a knot has been popped and that primal part of the omega next door has been satisfied.
He just wants to know what it feels like, it’s just curiosity.
—
“This is boring, pass the remote.” Minho says from the other side of the living room.
“It’s not boring, it’s educational.” Seungmin sticks his tongue out from the other side, Changbin’s arm around him.
“Same difference,” Jisung argued, “Me and hyung wanna watch a new episode of our show.” He pouted. No amount of pouting could get past Seungmin, though. Unless it was Jeongin.
Jeongin wasn’t paying attention though. Scrolling on his phone was more interesting than what Seungmin was watching, what Minho and Jisung were going to watch, and whatever argument was happening right now. All he could do was stare at the advertisement on his Instagram screen.
“Slick up like an omega in heat! Try our new heat-emulating supplements! Alpha, Beta, Omega, all the same, experience explosive pleasure and have a true, authentic heat experience!”
He wasn’t jealous, he was just curious. That’s what led him to click on the link. He doesn’t even think it’ll work, he’s tried artificial slick before. It really was just lube. He’s sure that the retailers are just hyping it up with fancy words to make idiots like him buy their product. But what if…
He did feel shame as he didn’t even look at the price, just went ahead and ordered it.
“What’cha doin?” He hears a voice from behind and immediately drops his phone, scrambling to turn it over so no one can see his screen.
“Nothing!” He says, a little too defensively.
Chan squints his eyes, obviously skeptical with a reaction like that. Jeongin can’t even be mad.
“It’s a surprise! A gift- you can’t know about it!” Jeongin feels that same hot shame wash over him. He’ll definitely need to buy Chan a gift after lying to him like this.
“Oh-kay.” He drags out, deciding to believe him, which Jeongin will forever be thankful for.
The belief doesn’t stop the blush on his cheeks.
—
It arrives on a Tuesday.
No one is in heat right now, Seungmin should’ve just finished his, which means Jisung is next, and he shouldn’t be for another week or so. Which means the room next to him is vacant. Which means he’s free to lock himself in there.
Once his “Miracle Pill” (the actual product name) arrived, Jeongin had been watching the doorbell camera religiously, and he opened the door as soon as he saw the mailman. He tucked the box under his shirt, and had very (not) suspiciously locked himself in the heat room.
Even in his solitude, no one else in the room besides himself, he couldn’t help but burn with shame. He wasn’t even supposed to be in here, he was a beta, he didn’t need to be here.
It was nice, though. Comforting. There was a cozy carpet on the floor, a big bed with a bunch of pillows and blankets piled onto it. The thought briefly crossed Jeongin’s mind that that could be Seungmin’s nest, but he brushed it off for his own sanity. There was also a phone and a list of each of their personal phone numbers— presumably in the event that the omega or alpha in here needed a certain omega or alpha. Jeongin’s name and number was on the list, but he had never gotten a call from this room.
Jeongin shook the thoughts from his head. He’s in here now, no one can kick him out. It’s not that he wasn’t allowed in here, anyways, he just had no reason to be.
He does now.
He untucks the unopened box from his shirt, the labeling on the container is annoying and loud— as if he wanted the whole world to know he was about to fuck himself to the thought of being an omega.
The pills were large, much like dietary pills, and Jeongin had to take out one of the water bottles in the small mini-fridge to be able to swallow it.
After he did… nothing changed. Jeongin didn’t expect anything to hit as soon as he popped the pill, but even after he sat on the bed for several minutes, then ten, then twenty. Nothing.
And then Jeongin got bored. He didn’t even feel turned on yet, so he just laid on the bed. The bed that still smelled like Seungmin. Sitting there, bored, inhaling one of his mate’s scents? It was a recipe for falling asleep, and that’s exactly what happened.
If this stupid pill isn’t going to work, might as well take a nap.
—
Jeongin awoke to a sharp pain in his abdomen.
He gasped, immediately jolting awake. He was covered in sweat, dripping with something else. He felt so… empty.
He groaned loudly, falling back on the bed in pain. It hurt so bad. Did the pill upset his stomach? Did he ingest poison? Would the members have to bring him to the hospital only to find out he died due to poisoning himself with heat-emulating pills?
He slowly got up again to maybe get dressed again and check to make sure he didn’t just accidentally kill himself, ignoring the pounding in his head, he made a move to stand up but-
Dripping. It’s dripping down his leg. Slick. Slick is leaking out of him and dripping down his leg.
The pills didn’t poison him, they worked. He was in a fake-heat.
“F-fuck-“ He scrambled back onto the bed, feeling a wave of satisfaction at finally achieving what he had dreamed of, followed by a wave of intense need and emptiness.
His hands couldn’t help but scramble to grab his cock, hard and angry against his stomach. He didn’t start gently, just rubbing intensely until he spilled all over himself, it didn’t even take ten strokes, but—
Even after his cum had spilled, it was still red, it was still hard, and a new wave of slick gushed out between his legs, soiling the sheets underneath. There was no relief.
Jeongin whined, turning onto his stomach onto the wet sheets, reaching his arm behind him to stick his fingers inside himself. He started with one, but it slid in so easily, too easily. Before he knew it, he had four fingers pumping in and out.
“Fuck, fuck,” Jeongin bit the pillow, trying to stifle his moans. It felt so good, the slow drag of his fingers, hitting his sweet spot over, and over, and over, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Knot,” He cried out, face buried, it felt so good, yet he didn’t even feel close to relief. Even as he crooked his fingers just the right way to hit that sweet spot, it just felt like he was building pleasure to a goal that kept getting farther away.
“Need a knot, need— need a knot…” He whimpered as his release came, soiling the sheets, but he kept going, feeling no sense of relief, just a need to release again and again until he finally-
There’s a knock at the door.
Jeongin’s hand stops instantly, shame creeping back in, turning the tips of his ears red.
“Aiya. It’s still my turn with the heat room, it’s on the schedule. I won't end until tomorrow.” It’s Seungmin. He’s supposed to be done, Jeongin certainly thought he was done.
“Han Jisung! If you and Minho are getting it on in there again-“ Seungmin doesn’t think it’s him, he can still get out of this. “I’m going to pick the lock on this door, and I swear to god if you two are naked I will-“
Jeongin gasped, because he knew the threat wasn’t empty. Both Jisung and Seungmin can and have used their lockpicking abilities for evil. Evil like when Jeongin was gross and sick and vomiting and Jisung lock picked the door to hold his hair back, or evil like when Seungmin had known that Jeongin had stolen all of the hot chips and kept them in his room and he still broke in and stole them all back.
“Hyung,” Jeongin whined, knowing full well the rattling of the door meant Seungmin was absolutely going to pick the lock. “No, no… don’t come in.”
His voice sounded wrecked, even to himself. It’s like the feeling in his gut that needed to be filled was making itself known through his whines.
Seungmin was silent for a while on the other side, he swore he maybe heard a bit of whispering and someone walking away. “…Jeongin?”
“‘S embarrassing, don’t come in…” He groaned, not able to stop myself now from moving his fingers inside himself again, even though he knew it wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he needed.
Seungmin’s voice seemed to have gone farther away for a moment, muttering something to whoever was behind him, “Jeongin? Come on, let me in. I can get you some medicine and water and make sure you’ve eaten.”
There’s some more muttering when Jeongin doesn’t respond. “Well the room smells like an omega! One that’s not me, and not anyone else, what am I supposed to think is happening besides a really delayed presentation?”
Jeongin groans. He’s not presenting, obviously. He looks at the obnoxious pill bottle sitting on the counter. He feels bad, knowing that he’s worrying them over nothing. “No, no. Not presenting.” He moaned, burying his face in the pillows.
Seungmin’s attention seems to be back on him, “It’s okay, Jeongin. Late presentations happen all the time, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have to let me in though, I don’t want you to go through this alone.”
Jeongin felt a glob of slick leak out of his hole at the implication of getting help with his self induced problem. “No, no, no— I’m not presenting, Hyung.” He whined, still working four fingers inside himself with ease, letting out a sob as they hit the spot just right, enough to make his cock weakly spurt out his finish. No relief, no satisfaction.
“Jeongin.” Seungmin said firmly, “I’m not letting you go through this alone, not like I did.” Seungmin sounded serious, even through the haze of Jeongin’s mind. “I’m giving you fair warning, Jeongin-ah. I’m going to pick this lock if you can’t let me in. I won’t do anything to you, and it’s okay if you’re in an embarrassing situation right now, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I just want to help.”
Jeongin whined again, reeling over the unsatisfying orgasm. “H-Hyung, why won’t it stop? I-I keep finishing but it still hurts-“
That was about the time that Seungmin had picked the lock to find Jeongin, face down on the bed, ass in the air with four fingers inside of him and a pool of his own cum underneath him.
“Oh, Jeonginnie. It’s okay.” Seungmin made his way over to him, making sure to lock the door again in case of any alpha getting a scent. “It’s just gonna feel like that for a while. It’ll go away though, in a few days.” He placed his hand on Jeongin’s back, rubbing it soothingly.
“No, I’m not presenting, hyung. I’m not, I’m not.”
Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, “Jeongin. It’s okay that you’re an omega.”
“B-But I’m not— I’m still a beta I just…” Jeongin trails off, hiding his face in the pillow. “On the counter…” He mumbled, whiny and pathetic.
Seungmin hummed, his eyes trailing down Jeongin’s body, across the messy sheets and eventually landing on the pill bottle on the counter. Bright and loud, it read “Miracle Pills.”
“Jeongin…” Seungmin looked down at him, then back to the bottle, “What…”
Jeongin sobbed again, still inside of himself, shaking, “You a-always are feeling so good in this room, I just— I just wanted to-“
“Are these fake heat pills?” Seungmin’s eyes finally settled on him, wide eyed.
All Jeongin could do was bury his face into the pillow and nod.
It took Seungmin a while to respond again, “So you’re not an omega?”
Jeongin shook his head.
“Okay…” Seungmin nodded, blinking a few times. “So do you want me to get an alpha for you?”
Jeongin whined, fresh slick dripping out of his hole. “No.” He groaned, inching closer to Seungmin, “Don’t want an alpha right now.”
Jeongin grabbed his hand, all sweaty and shining, “Do you just want some snacks? I have some medicine for the cramping. I guess you didn’t think it was gonna be this bad…”
Jeongin shook his head, squeezing his hand again, “Seungminnie-hyung.” He moaned pathetically, “Want you right now.”
Seungmin froze, blinking a few times, “Are you sure? If this is a false heat, an alpha would really be better-“
“Hyuuunnggg~” Jeongin groaned in annoyance, pulling on Seungmin’s hand to send him crashing onto the bed. A perfect position for Jeongin to bury his face into the crook of his neck, smelling the sweet honey and cinnamon of Seungmin.
Seungmin took a deep breath before responding, his scent spiking in a way that Jeongin could only smell cinnamon for a second. “Okay.” He started, obviously taking deep breaths to ground himself, Jeongin wasn’t helping him with that, pathetically rutting his hips against him and breathing sultry and rugged, “How do you want it? Do you want to be the omega or me?”
Jeongin didn’t respond at first, too busy breathing him in.
“Jeongin, you’ve gotta stay present, okay?”
Seungmin pulled Jeongin away despite his protests, his cheeks pink and a little bit of scent drunkenness in his hazy eyes. He blinked a few times.
“What?”
“Stay with me, baby. We didn’t talk about this beforehand so you gotta stay with me for a little bit.” Jeongin nodded, “Do you want me to be your omega, or do you want me to fill you up?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, and then another.
“Wanna be full.”
Seungmin smiled, “Okay, is it okay that I don’t have a knot?”
Jeongin made a little pained noise, but nodded nonetheless.
“If you want, I can call an alpha afterwards and we can get you a real knot, okay?”
Jeongin nodded so hard he felt dizzy.
Seungmin laid Jeongin down on the bed, making sure everything was comfortable for him. He made the pillows fluffy and the blankets arranged in the right order, only then did Jeongin remember what Seungmin had said earlier: this was the last day of his heat. Seungmin was in heat and Jeongin had come in here, messed up his nest, dirtied it with slick, and kicked Seungmin out.
“Sorry, hyung.”
Seungmin blinked, finally finished rearranging things and finally shuffling his pants off, “Huh? Why are you saying sorry?”
“Your heat. You’re still in heat. I broke into your nest.” Jeongin pouted, to which Seungmin huffed out a laugh and kissed his forehead.
“Silly. You’re the best thing in my nest right now.” He smiled, “But because I’m in heat, I may lose myself a little when I fuck you. It probably won’t be the best.”
Jeongin stuck out his bottom lip, “Hyung’s always the best.”
Seungmin smiled again, before tracing a finger around Jeongin’s rim and feeling the slick leak, “God, Jeongin. How strong is this stuff? I’m not even like this on my first day…”
“Don’t know. Found it online…” He mumbled.
“Well, you didn’t get scammed. Didn’t even know betas could slick up like this.”
“Hyung…” Jeongin whined, “Inside.”
Seungmin huffed, “So impatient.”
“I’m gonna die.”
“You’re not gonna die.” Seungmin says, sticking one finger inside. It slides right in, though, no resistance.
“I already did this, hyung! ‘M gonna die, ‘m seriously gonna die if you don’t fuck me right now,” Jeongin groaned, curling in on himself from the pain in his abdomen-area.
Seungmin huffed, “Bossy.” He obliged, sliding off his pants and letting them fall to the floor. Seungmin wasn’t big by any means, he was probably the smallest out of all of them— aside from maybe Jisung.
Jeongin didn’t care, though. He just needed something.
Jeongin laid down on the bed, rolling over onto his back and holding the back of his knees, showing off his pretty hole to the man above him. “Please, hyung.”
Seungmin looked in awe a moment before nodding, lining himself up and pushing inside in one smooth motion.
Jeongin immediately felt relief, though there was still an itch inside of him. He needed Seungmin to move, he needed him more. He wrapped his legs around Seungmin’s middle, “Move.”
“Are you normally this bossy?” Seungmin teased, but it was obvious this was already a lot for him. His eyes looked a little glassed over, his breathing a little shallow as he slowly started moving. “F-Fuck— Jeonginnie. You’re so… haah… it’s so wet.” Seungmin groaned, trying to keep his pace consistent.
“More.” Jeongin whined, complaining.
“‘M trying, Jeongin.” Seungmin huffed, picking up his pace a little more, but it was sloppy, uncoordinated.
“Hyung!” Jeongin whined again, wiggling his hips.
Seungmin was quick to grab his hips, stilling him. “J-Jeongin— I-I can’t- too much-“
Jeongin didn’t listen, flipping them over so Jeongin was on top of him, letting him move at his own wild and desperate pace.
“F-Fuck! Fuck— Jeonginnie- n-no, I’ll cum, I’ll cum-!” Seungmin gasped, grasping at Jeongin’s hips desperately to try and slow him down, anything. Jeongin was too fucked out to care, though, riding him with renewed vigor, “J-Jeonginnie—!”
“Please, hyung, let me— ah!~” He whined, rolling his hips, grinding down even as Seungmin’s knuckles turned white in his grip.
“Fuck— ‘m gonna cum- oh my god, oh my god,” Seungmin’s head flew back, holding onto Jeongin’s hips so hard they were sure to bruise.
“Alpha, alpha!” Jeongin cursed, eyes closed and panting, sweat dripping down his face as he hit a particularly good angle.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmyg—“ The older boy rambled on as his hips twitched up, tumbling over the edge as he spilled into Jeongin’s hole.
That didn’t stop Jeongin, though. He only rode him harder, crying out in frustration, “Knot!”
“I-I don’t—“ Seungmin started, the pleasure for his orgasm quickly becoming too much. Tears were quick to start falling down his face, “J-Jeonginnie— oh my god, please, wait- I c-can’t. I don’t have a knot- I-I can’t-“ He gasped.
“Need one!” He whimpered, burrying his nose into the crook of Seungmin’s neck, desperately rutting against the omega.
“I-I’m not—“ Seungmin stuttered, gasping and twitching, struggling not to buck his hips into the younger boy, because as much as the pleasure hurt, it felt so good.
He scrambled back a bit, grabbing for the phone on the side table. He’s glad he had a certain alpha’s phone number memorized.
It only rang once before he picked it up.
“H-Hyung—Help!“ Seungmin whimpered into the phone.
“Aw, Minnie baby. What’s wrong? Need me to come back?” Hyunjin teased.
“N-No…” He was cut off by an uncontrollable moan, tears staining his face and the phone, “Hyung-“
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be there in just a moment.”
“W-Wait but-“ Seungmin started before the phone line was cut off. He promptly dropped the phone onto the bed and cried out in pleasure.
“Alpha, alpha..” Jeongin pleaded, leaning over to kiss Seungmin roughly, whining. His pace was faltering, becoming sloppy, “Gonna cum, hyung. Will it feel better?”
Seungmin swallowed thickly, panting with overstimulation. He hoped it would, for both of their sakes, because Seungmin truly felt close to the edge again. He wasn’t sure if he could handle it if Jeongin kept going after that.
“Hyung, hyung!” Jeongin cried as he painted both Seungmin’s stomach and his own with his release, shaking with the intensity of it.
Seungmin’s hands flew up to stop Jeongin’s hips from moving, now that his limbs were loose and malleable.
Jeongin felt satiated for a few moments, the afterglow of his release pleasantly thrumming inside of him, plugged up by Seungmin’s cock that was hard again and leaking into him. Seungmin looked up at him, blinking his tears away.
“You okay, Jeongin-ah?”
Jeongin blinked at him, about to nod, until the same horrible sensation and need to be bred and filled and owned took over his mind and body again.
“N-No. Need…” He mumbled, rutting his hips forwards again, causing Seungmin to shout in surprise.
“Ah!” Seungmin gasped, digging into Jeongin’s hips, “Jeongin— I—“ He tried, but it was in vain when Jeongin was already using his hips again, making Seungmin cry and writhe under him.
Just then, the doorknob turned. “Seungminnie~” Hyunjin teased, before he opened the door and saw Seungmin wasn’t alone. “Jeongin?”
“Hyung!” Both Jeongin and Seungmin exclaimed at the same time, Jeongin sounded excited, while Seungmin’s was a cry of overstimulation and relief.
Jeongin looked between them, conflicted. He wanted to stay full, full of Seungmin; but he also wanted an alpha, wanted a knot.
“Alpha.” Jeongin pouted, looking at Hyunjin, still rolling his hips and causing Seungmin to gasp and whine and grip his hips and the sheets and anything he could hold onto.
Hyunjin looked confused, looking between the both of them. “Did Jeongin have a late presentation?” He looked to Seungmin, who wasn’t in the best state to answer.
“No.” Jeongin answered for him, pointing to the pills he had taken. “Don’t be mad. Was jealous of the omegas.” He said, looking up at Hyunjin with these submissive little puppy dog eyes that he had never pulled before. How could Hyunjin be mad at that?
The answer was that he couldn’t.
“Aw, baby. That’s okay.” Hyunjin smiled, “Our omega needs a knot, right? That’s why Seungminnie is crying, huh, he can’t give you that, can he?” Hyunjin pouted in fake sympathy.
Jeongin whined, nodding his head so fast it must’ve hurt.
“Okay. Can you listen to your alpha for a second, even if he tells you to do something you don’t wanna do?”
Jeongin nods, even though it’s a little hesitant.
“Good boy,” Jeongin felt his dick twitch a little, but Seungmin gasped as if it were directed at him, “You’re gonna have to get off Seungminnie, okay?” Hyunjin unbuckled his belt, shuffling his pants and jacket off before joining them on the bed. “You can have my knot if you can do that for me, okay pretty fox?”
Jeongin whines in protest, “Can’t. Hurts.”
“Aww, baby.” Hyunjin cups his cheek, “I know it hurts. Can you let it hurt just for a moment? Seungminnie wants to help you too, but he’s an omega too. He can’t help you like I can.” Hyunjin smiles, gently pulling on Seungmin’s hair now. “You’ve reduced him to being a stupid little puppy.”
Seungmin clearly couldn’t think straight anymore, he was twitching and sweaty and his eyes were so glossy. “You okay, baby?” Hyunjin asked.
Seungmin nodded, tapping his balled up fist on Hyunjin’s thigh, telling him that he had gone nonverbal.
“You did so good, puppy. Jeonginnie is gonna get off of you now, okay? We can give you something to suck on, is that good? You can be brainless for a little while, and you don’t have to feel so much.” Hyunjin explained softly, clearly able to tell that Seungmin couldn’t handle much more. He nodded.
“Good puppy. Okay, now up, Innie.”
“Don’t wanna!” He pouted.
“Doesn’t matter. Alpha wants you to.” Hyunjin tuts, not sure if Jeongin is feeling submissive urges or just the sexual ones that come with a heat.
“But it hurts.”
“It’ll feel even better once you’re knotted, though. Seungminnie doesn’t have a knot, Alpha does.”
Jeongin thinks it over for a second, before slowly lifting his hips, feeling as Seungmin slipped out of him, cum dripping down his thighs.
“What a good boy, Jeonginnie.” Hyunjin mused, taking Jeongin’s waist in his hands and laying him next to Seungmin. “Want an alpha now, baby?”
Jeongin nodded, “Alpha.”
“Okay, baby.” Hyunjin smiled, easily sliding into the wetness that was Jeongin. “Fuck, is this from Seungmin?”
Jeongin shook his head, “Slick.” He sighed, feeling relieved as Hyunjin pressed all the way in. He was much, much bigger than Seungmin was. Plus the added tease of the uninflated knot at the base.
“You slicked up this much on your own?” Hyunjin teased, leaning forwards to kiss Jeongin’s temple, hips slowly moving in and out.
Jeongin nodded, the feeling was euphoric, it quieted his mind to a pleasant buzz.
“You may as well be a real omega, then.” Hyunjin smirked, driving his hips in harder, causing small noises to spill out of Jeongin. “Our newest omega, our dear maknae omega. All the hyungs would always help you through it, you know? Your heats, get you all plugged and full of us.”
“Yes, yes!” Jeongin gasped, nodded, “Wanna be hyungs’ omega!”
“I know you do, baby.” Hyunjin smiled, now looking at Seungmin. “Minnie,” He called.
Seungmin looked up at him with wide, blown out pupils and labored breaths.
“Ah, I know that look.” Hyunjin huffed, patting the area next to him. Seungmin got up, getting on all fours to crawl over to his side. “You want something in your mouth, puppy?”
Seungmin nodded, tired, but so deep into subspace that it would be a crime to let him be entirely empty right now.
“Look at Innie’s little cock, baby,” Hyunjin thrusted particularly harshly, watching as his cock twitched against his stomach and leaked as he did so. “You can have it as a treat, you want that, pup?”
Seungmin nodded again, nuzzling his nose into Hyunjin’s side as a thank you, before starting to give tentative licks to Jeongin’s cock.
“Ah!” Jeongin yelped, trying to pathetically move his hips both into Seungmin’s mouth and onto Hyunjin’s cock. “Good, good!” He nodded, only a little overwhelmed as Seungmin let his mouth fully envelop Jeongin’s cock, keeping himself there like a fleshlight, a cock warmer.
Hyunjin pressed down on Jeongin’s hips, stopping him from rutting upwards. “Stay still, you’ll get what you want soon enough.”
Jeongin nodded, “Please.”
And how could Hyunjin say no to that? He let his hips drive forward into the wet that was Jeongin, and delighted as each thrust saw Jeongin twitching and whining in ways he had never seen before.
“You’re such a perfect omega, Innie,” Hyunjin felt the hole around him tighten and the hitch in Jeongin’s breath, “So good for me. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
“Yes, yes!” Jeongin gasped, harshly grabbing Seungmin’s hair to find purchase. “M a good omega, yes.”
“For who, baby?” Hyunjin could feel his knot inflating already, he had always been weak for Jeongin. Unfortunately that came with consequences, like how he wasn’t going to last long.
“For hyung— for alphas, for pack.” He groaned, starting to move Seungmin’s head a little bit, causing him to groan and the vibrations to send a pleasant shock up his spine.
“Good boy.” Hyunjin smiled, watching as both Seungmin and Jeongin moaned in response. Jeongin’s lips were parted in a sinful way, so immersed in this pleasure that Hyunjin was sure there wasn’t a thought in his head.
After a few more thrusts it was clear Hyunjin really couldn’t resist him, his knot catching on Jeongin’s rim with each pulse. “Baby, do you need a knot?”
“Fuck! Yes, I do, I do-“ Jeongin gasped, harshly moving Seungmin’s head along his cock. “Need it, need it so bad— need to be bred, to be yours—!” He gasped, clearly close to the edge as well.
As if those were the magic words, Hyunjin felt his hips falter as his knot locked into place, leaving his only to desperately rut his hips inside of Jeongin, so close to spilling over.
Jeongin’s eyes rolled back, starting to shake and twitch as he filled Seungmin’s mouth, “T-Thank you! Thank you— a-alpha—!” He held Seungmin down firmly as shock after shock of pleasure wracked over him, his brain quieting as Hyunjin slammed in deep and let out a whiny breath, painting him inside. “Fuck— there’s so much..”
“Innie-ah…” Hyunjin panted, trembling slightly as he held his thighs. A few moments passed of silence, before he realized Seungmin is probably waiting for one of them to tell him he did good, too.
“Seungminnie, are you alright?” He lifted the boy’s head off of Innie’s cock, watching as some cum dribbled past his lips, “What a good boy, swallowing Innie up so good,” He turned to Jeongin, who still looked a little fucked out. “Are you feeling better, Innie?” He asked, letting Seungmin curl up beside him, still so submissive.
“I…” He took a deep breath. “Feels good.” He said, reaching over to try and pet Seungmin’s hair. “I think I’m good.” He nodded.
Hyunjin looked him over once. “Should we get you cleaned up?”
Jeongin’s eyes widened, locking his ankles behind Hyunjin’s hips, “No! No, don’t leave. Stay inside.”
Hyunjin thought for a moment. “Hm.” He hummed, “I know you don’t want to, Innie, but I think we should bring Channie-hyung in here.”
Jeongin looked scared for a moment, “He’ll be mad.”
Hyunjin shook his head, “He won’t be mad. But he’s gonna wish you told us about this instead of trying this by yourself.” He paused, “and, I don’t think it’s over.”
“Huh?” Jeongin tilted his head, “But the burn in my stomach is gone. And I can think.”
“Your eyes are still glossy, and look,” He flicked Jeongin’s dick, making his realize that he was in fact still hard. “I don’t think your body is satisfied. I think once my knot goes down, you’re gonna need to keep yourself filled still.”
Jeongin pouted.
“You wanted a heat, baby. Unfortunately, this is what it’s like.” Hyunjin smiled, leaning forwards to kiss Jeongin softly. “It feels good though, right?”
Jeongin nodded, a little hazy, “Yeah. Good.”
“That’s good. I’m so glad my baby is feeling good.” He smiles, and - oh. Jeongin understands what he means now, the little fire in his stomach is starting to ignite again.
“Channie-hyung?” Jeongin asks, Seungmin opens his eyes at that as well.
Hyunjin nods, leaning over to pick up the phone on the bedside and calling Chan’s number. He let it ring a few times before a familiar voice picked up.
“Hm?” Chan started, not sure who was on the other line.
“It’s Hyunjin.” He supplied, he heard a few sounds in the background, it sounded like he was at the gym. A better alternative to him being at a meeting or something. “I need you here- or well… Jeongin needs you here.”
“Jeongin? Is he alright? Do we have a late presentation?” Chan asked, worry evident in his tone.
Hyunjin shook his head, “Nope. Don’t worry. He was feeling left out and took some artificial heat inducers. Not my whole story to tell… I’ve calmed him down for now but I don’t think he’ll stay docile much longer.”
“Okay, I’m on my way. Changbin, too.”
Hyunjin turns to Jeongin, “Jeonginnie, can Changbin help you too?”
Jeongin nods, already feeling a little hazy again. He would really take any of the pack right now and it would be the best decision he had ever made.
“Okay, yeah. Just in the heat room. Perfect.” Hyunjin nodded, before ending the call.
Jeongin looked up at Hyunjin, trying to roll his hips again. Hyunjin couldn’t help but hiss at his knot being tugged at, racing to still Jeongin’s hips with his hands. “Baby. We just need to wait a moment, okay? That hurts alpha, okay?”
Jeongin whined, but nodded anyway.
“Changbin and Channie-hyung are on their way up here, okay? Then you’ll have two sweaty and gross pack members that I’m sure will smell soo good to you all to yourself. Does that sound good?”
Jeongin nods. “You and Seungminnie?” He asks.
Hyunjin looks at Seungmin, eyes still glazed over, “Hm. I think Seungmin needs some time to calm down,” He threads a hand through his hair, watching as Seungmin melts into the touch and whines like a dog. “You did a number on the puppy, you know? Made him feel so good, too good. He just needs some time to come down from that feeling. Is that okay?”
Jeongin looked a little hesitant, but ultimately he nodded anyway. “Want Seungminnie back soon. After he’s calm.”
Hyunjin nods, “When you’re feeling better, Seungminnie can stay with you in the nest.”
“Seungminnie’s nest?”
Hyunjin looked around at the mess of Seungmin’s nest he had made, “Hm.. I would say it’s both of your nests, now.”
That answer seemed to satisfy Jeongin.
—
They only had to wait a few more minutes before a quiet knock on the door alerted them. Hyunjin couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief, his knot fully deflated and probably seconds away from Jeongin noticing.
“Jeonginnie?” Chan peaked his head into the sight of the three of them, sweaty and naked and tired. Well, all tired aside from Jeongin himself.
“Hyung. Alpha.” Jeongin responded, arching his back in just a way that made Hyunjin flinch a little.
“Hi, Innie.” Changbin smiled from beyond the door, making Jeongin whine and writhe, scrambling to get closer but not wanting to be empty.
“Don’t worry, baby boy,” Chan hummed, already unbuckling his pants, “It’s okay, we’re here to help.”
“Not mad, right?” Jeongin asked, still planning to use them regardless if they were mad at him or not.
“Not mad.” Chan reassured, “A little confused why you didn’t tell us what was going on, but we can talk about that later.”
“The important thing is that you’re not alone anymore, doll,” Changbin smiled, following in Chan’s footsteps of undressing.
It was enough of a promise that Jeongin willingly got off of Hyunjin’s dick just for the promise of another.
He clumsily slid over to Changbin, pressing his face against his cock— for an Omega, Changbin was certainly not built like one. His cock was thick, enough to make Jeongin salivate at the thought of it.
Changbin threaded his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, before looking at Hyunjin, “You go take the puppy to his room and get him cleaned up and maybe ease him out of it.” He looked at Seungmin, still deep in puppyspace.
Hyunjin nodded, “Let me know when Jeongin falls asleep— unless he’s normal before he passes out. But I don’t see that happening.” Hyunjin giggled, picking up Seungmin as if he weighed nothing at all and leaving Jeongin alone with Chan and Changbin.
“Hyungs…” Jeongin whined, mouthing at Changbin’s cock already, deciding he had enough of waiting.
“Yes, yes, baby.” Chan cooed as Changbin suddenly picked him up, positioning him back on the bed with his ass up in the air, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips, truly.
“He wants my cock in his mouth so badly,” Changbin repositioned himself to where Jeongin’s face was pressed into the bed, grabbing him by the hair to make him look up. “Don’t you, doll?”
Jeongin nodded, fucked out, “Want it.”
“How’s this, baby,” Chan started, “You can be a good boy and use your mouth on Changbin, and I’ll give your little pussy my knot, okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes-“ Jeongin gasped, eyes fluttering. “Please. Now. Need a knot now.”
“Oh, doll, we know you do.” Changbin smiled, running his hand through the younger boy’s hair with one hand while holding his own cock to slap Jeongin’s cheek with the other. “Focus on me, baby. Distract yourself while Channie-hyung takes his time getting undressed.”
Jeongin whined, he didn’t want Chan to take his time.
“Aiya, Bin. I’ll give the needy boy what he wants.” He huffed, watching in fascination as Jeongin took Changbin down his throat without hesitation.
“Fuck,” Changbin gasped, “He never usually uses his mouth like this— it’s like he was made for this. Holy shit.”
“Our baby is so good at these things, isn’t he?”
“He is.” Changbin agreed, one hand threaded through his hair still.
Jeongin looked up at him with tears in his eyes, hands twitching to touch himself as he rocked back and forth, hoping to be subtle in sending the message that he needed to be touched and full and-
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get what you need.” Chan smiled, lining himself up behind him and sliding inside with zero resistance.
Chan was bigger than Hyunjin, much bigger than Seungmin. When he slid inside, Jeongin could feel his cock press against his womb (if he really had one), but he latched onto the idea regardless.
Changbin’s dick slipped out of his mouth from the way his jaw went slack, “Oh my god, gonna get pregnant, Channie-hyung.” He gasped.
Chan smirked, “Do you want that, baby boy? Wanna get pumped full of seed, make it take, love?”
Jeongin moaned, nodding enthusiastically.
“Okay, baby. Use your mouth right and I’ll knock you up, just like you asked.”
“Yea, yes-“ Jeongin agreed, putting his mouth right where it belonged, with Changbin’s cock inside of it.
Chan smiled fondly, pressing himself forwards so his cock was buried as far as it could go, and Changbin’s cock was as far as it could go down Jeongin’s throat. “You’re right, Bin, he’s like a doll.”
“He’s not even phased by a cock pressed inside his throat.” Changbin laughed, a bit out of amusement. It was true, though, Jeongin looked absolutely at bliss like this, his eyes rolled back slightly as his lips struggled to accommodate what they had been given.
Chan had his hands on Jeongin’s hips, moving him towards him and away from Changbin, towards Changbin and away from him, over and over until Jeongin was gagging a little too loudly. “You okay, baby boy?”
Changbin looked down at him, grabbing him by the hair to tug him off to check on him, “No, no! Fine, fine-” Jeongin gasped, pushing back on Chan’s cock and opening his mouth so pliantly for the other man.
Changbin smiled again, “God, he’s even worse than Seungmin. Who would’ve thought.” He kept the harsh grip on Jeongin’s hair, guiding his head back to where his cock was aching. “I didn’t think it was possible to have an even bigger whore than the puppy in the group, but it seems the fox may take his crown.”
Chan nodded, “I’m not complaining. Look how cute he is.” He leaned down, covering Jeongin's back with his chest and pressing soft kisses to the exposed skin as he continued to rut into the younger boy, “God, I would’ve ordered him those pills myself if I knew this was what he wanted.”
Changbin looked over at the bottle on the counter, hissing as a particularly enthusiastic moan made Jeongin’s mouth vibrate so deliciously against his cock. “There are still plenty of pills left.”
“I want to tie him up like this. Make him cockwarm me.” Jeongin’s body started shaking below them, tightening around Chan’s cock. “Oh, baby, did that make you cum?” Chan asked in fake sympathy.
“God, he’s such a slut.” Changbin breathed out, spotting the bedsheet grow slightly more wet beneath him. “Maybe he just needs to be fucked out of it like this, no break?” Changbin suggested, even as his thrusts began to get a little sloppy.
“Riding Seungmin didn’t work, Hyunjin’s knot didn't work, I don't think the baby needs a break.” Chan agreed.
“I might.” Changbin confesses, “Fuck, he’s so good.” He closed his eyes, fully moving Jeongin’s body on his own with how harshly he was directing Jeongin’s head on his cock. “You gonna take it, doll?”
Jeongin looked up at him with wet eyes, he was crying, for sure, but he didn’t seem to upset about it.
“God, you can’t look at me like that, sweetheart-” Changbin gasped, speeding up only slightly before burying himself inside Jeongin’s throat and spilling inside. “Fuck, doll…” He panted.
Chan was still sloppily thrusting into him, not enough to make him go crazy, but just enough to leave him on the edge of wanting something more.
When Changbin pulled out, a few more ropes of cum let out onto Jeongin’s face, a few drops slipping past his lips, “Swallow, doll.”
Jeongin did. He swallowed, looking up at Changbin then and sticking out his tongue to show proof.
“Good boy.” Changbin smiled, before looking a little surprised. He looked down, realizing his phone was buzzing on the floor, he smiled at seeing who was calling. “Keep quiet, Innie. I gotta take this call.”
“B-But–” Jeongin started, before Chan grabbed his jaw and lifted his torso, pressing his back against Chan’s chest. Jeongin realized Chan had been holding back. Maybe he had been waiting for this call.
“Shh, quiet, baby boy.” Chan whispered, biting his earlobe before truly pounding into him.
“F-Fuck!” Jeongin gasped, eyes blown wide and hands scrambling for purchase as sounds were punched out of him with each thrust, hitting exactly where they needed to. “Ah, ah, ah-!”
“Hello?” Changbin started, as if this whole scene wasn’t unfolding before him.
“C–Channie– ah! Hyung-! Ohmygod-!”
“Hmm… I’m not busy right now, why?” Changbin twirled his hair, crossing his legs on the edge of the bed.
“Good, good-! H-Hyung–! Gonna-”
“I don't really feel like it…” Changbin pouted, looking over at the two animals getting it on just a foot away from him.
“Gonna cum! Oh my god– Again, Channie-Hyung!”
“I have someone else you could talk to who might wanna!” Changbin smiled, crawling over to both of them.
“Cumming– cumming-!”
“Doll, someone is on the phone for you.” Changbin says, dead serious, putting the phone on speaker and shoving it right next to Jeongin’s face.
“Fuck–Ah!” Jeongin gasped, shaking again as he spilled all over his torso, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself upright if it weren't for Chan’s grip on his jaw, which has now gone slack.
“Innie.” The person over the phone said, “Are you having some trouble?”
“L-Lixie–hyung-!” Jeongin managed to get out, each syllable punctuating one of Chan’s thrusts, each getting progressively less coordinated.
“Hyung will come make it all better, Innie. Yeah?”
“G–Good?” He can feel his body wanting more already, he needed a knot, now.
“Mhm. Hyung will make it so good for you, Innie-ah.”
Jeongin nodded, not comprehending that Felix couldn’t see that. “Knot.” He whined.
“Hyung has a solution for that too. I’ll be there soon, okay little fox?”
Jeongin nodded again, groaning in pleasure as Chan’s knot locked into place and his hips instinctively started grinding against it. Changbin placed the phone back up against his ear continuing the conversation he was having with Felix as if nothing had happened.
Chan pressed his hand against the small bulge in Jeongin’s stomach where he was buried, “You want kits, baby boy?” He asked, low and soft against Jeongin’s ear.
“Please, hyung. A whole litter,” He begged, quietly, for once.
That’s all it took for Chan to bite into his shoulder, stilling deep inside of him and breeding Jeongin proper, filling him with ropes and ropes of fertile cum to make sure it takes.
“Fuck, Channie-hyung…” Jeongin groaned, “I’m really gonna get pregnant…” He gasped as Chan gave a little aborted thrust at that.
“He’s speaking in full sentences again.” Changbin smiled, already dressed again and off the phone with Felix.
Jeongin looked at him, unimpressed, “You in a rush or something? Got better things to do that fuck your ‘perfect little doll’?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, actually, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes that I should’ve been ready for… probably fifteen minutes ago. Hence why I offered you up to Felix.” He smiled, before leaning in and kissing Jeongin’s lips softly, “If you’re still like this when I’m done, I’ll come back and you can use that pretty mouth again, yeah?”
Jeongin huffed, “Yeah, yeah.”
“See? He’s sassy again, all better.”
“I’ll be sassy until Channie-hyung’s knot goes down, I think.” He sighed, a little exasperated.
“That’s alright with me.” Chan smiled, taking his own turn kissing Jeongin, “You can be sassy while we wait for Felix.”
Changbin nodded as he slipped out the door as quietly as possible, waving them both goodbye as he rushed out to his meeting.
“So… while you're conscious, do you want to talk about it?” Chan asked while laying the both of them down on their sides, careful not to pull on the knot too harshly.
Jeongin covered his face with both of hands, “I knew you were gonna say something!”
“We don't have to talk about it now… but we do have time, and we’re going to talk about it eventually.”
“This is so unsexy.”
“You’ll be horny again soon regardless.” Chan huffed, which earned him a light smack for Jeongin, “But seriously, Jeongin, why didn’t you say anything?”
Jeongin sighed, “What was I supposed to say? I hate that I’m the only beta of the group, I hate not being there for the other’s heats and ruts and I hate that my room is next to the heat room where I can hear everything and seethe with jealousy whenever someone’s cycle comes around?” He said all in one breath.
Chan seemed stunned to silence for a moment, taking a second to gather his thoughts before he answered, “Okay. You could start by saying that.” He nods, “Unfortunately, I can’t help change your subgender, I mean, I’m sure there are ways if you really look into it, science has come a long way!”
Jeongin huffed.
“And I can’t speak for the others, but I personally don’t call you in for my ruts because I’m worried your body physically can’t handle it. You would've been passed out by now if it weren’t for those pills and this has only been, what, half a day? If it makes you feel better, you can communicate the want to help with everyone. You may not be able to be a heat partner the entire time, but maybe we can talk to the guys and we can start calling you in to see how well you handle it?”
“What about the pills?”
Chan furrowed his brows, “We’re doing thorough research into those before you take any more. If they're harmless, great, we can keep using them, but I don't want any chance of them ruining your health, okay?”
Jeongin sighed, “Okay…”
“And if you need to switch rooms, you know you could’ve asked, right? Or even if you wanted to stay in a vacant room during a heat cycle.”
Jeongin sighed, nodding again. It doesn't change the jealousy. “Seungmin is really a freak.” He says instead of highlighting his jealousy.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t even know what I heard.”
“I can infer.”
It was about then that a knock came from the door, to which Jeongin turned his head, “Lixie-hyung?”
The door opened to a wide smiling blonde boy, who even smiled wider after getting a whiff of the room, “Apples!”
Jeongin blinked a few times, “Huh?”
“Your scent, Innie-ah! It smells like apples and cinnamon in here! And also like Hyunjinnie and Seungminnie and Changbinnie-hyung and Channie-hyung. But apples are new!” He closed the door behind him, quickly getting on the bed and shoving his nose right into the crook of Jeongin’s neck.
“S-Shit!--ah!” Jeongin gasped, grabbing onto Chan’s hoodie from behind, a little confused.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Chan teased, grabbing onto his waist as Felix rubs his nose against his scent glands.
“F-Fuck– i-it doesn’t feel like this– as a beta!” He gasped, biting his lip to hold back his noises.
Chan smiled, repositioning them so Jeongin was sitting on Chan’s lap, Chan still buried inside him, Felix still attacking the scent glands on one side of his neck. Chan kissed his shoulder on the other side, before pressing his nose into the other scent gland as well.
“Oh my god!” His eyes fluttered as Chan pressed a kiss to his gland, making it feel warm and wet.
“Guess you’ve really become an omega, pretty.” Felix gave a kiss as well, before dragging his tongue across the sensitive gland, causing Jeongin to gasp and squirm.
“W-Wait– H-hyungs I’ll–”
Whatever Jeongin was going to say didn't matter, before Felix was pressing his teeth into Jeongin’s scent gland, making his vision white out and his eyes roll back, shaking as he came completely untouched.
“H–hyungs-! Hyungs-!” He choked out a wet sob, grabbing onto both of them as he came down from his high, cock still flushed red.
Chan gave him a few quick pumps from behind, “Hmm… seems like it’s time for our Innie to get fucked again.”
Jeongin looked at him with wet eyes, glossed over again, “Look at him, Channie, he’s cockdumb already. All you’ve been doing is having him warm you.”
Chan frowned, “Don’t make fun of him, baby, he can’t help it.”
“I know. Dumb foxes in heat only think about getting their dick wet.” Felix nodded.
“I don’t know about this one,” Chan says, doubtful, grabbing his jaw and turning it from side to side, “This one only thinks about his hole. He said he wanted a whole litter of kits.”
“Mmh.” Felix nodded again in understanding, “We’ll just have to fill him really nicely, won’t we?”
“I think we can do that.” Chan answers, before suddenly pulling Jeongin up, cock still inside him, to where Jeongin is being held by the back of his knees in the air with Chan standing up.
“Oh god- fuck-” Jeongin groaned, realizing he could see himself being split on Chan’s cock from the bathroom mirror.
“Don’t worry, baby fox.” Felix assures, “We won't make you watch in the mirror yet.” But it's definitely a thought they file away for later. Felix positioned himself in front of Jeongin’s view of the mirror, he could still see, but he could only see Felix’s back, “Unless you wanna see? See how well your greedy hole takes us?”
“Yes, yes-” Jeongin babbled, nodding his head so hard it hurt.
“Give the baby what he wants, Lixie.” Felix rolled his eyes, They turned to the side, where Jeongin was completely entranced at the way he could see Chan’s cock inside of him, even more so as Felix pressed another finger inside of him, and he could see it all.
“God, how much did you guys use him as cumdump already?” Jeongin groaned at Felix’s words, “He’s opening up for me so easily. He was meant to be run through.”
“It’s all slick, Lixie,” Chan replied, starting to slowly lift Jeongin’s body in time with his own slow thrusts. Jeongin felt hypnotizied watching it in the mirror.
“Fuck,” Felix groaned, grabbing Jeongin’s jaw to force him to make eye contact, “Slicking up so good, yeah? Pretty little fox is really an Omega now, huh?”
Jeongin felt his heart explode with pride, yeah, he was good. A good omega for his hyungs.
“Mhm. Our perfect baby fox,” Chan agreed, starting to kiss his scent glands again, making Jeongin keen.
“‘M a good Omega?” Jeongin asked, to which Felix smiled.
“The best Omega, baby.” He praised, before lining himself up with the youngest boy’s hole, slipping in as if he were meant to be in there. “Fuck. Took me without even prepping him right— fuck.”
“Fuck.” Jeongin groaned, feeling more full than he’s ever felt in his life, suspended between two of his mates– he could cum from this feeling alone– and he did, cock already spurting out small ropes of cum.
“He comes so easily,” Felix mumbled in amazement, looking down at his spent cock already starting to fill up again.
“Can’t help it!” Jeongin whined, tears starting to firm in his eyes.
“Oh, baby,” Chan sighed, starting to move Jeongin up and down on his cock, “We know you can’t help it, baby. That’s alright. Needy little omegas are like that.” He thrust up into Jeongin, urging Felix to do the same, “So sensitive. It’s okay, you can feel good, baby boy, it’s what you’re made for.”
Jeongin nodded, it was what he was made for, wasn’t it?
Felix groaned, starting to find a rhythm. When Chan thrust inside of him, Felix would pull out, and when Chan would pull out, Felix would slam back inside of him. Jeongin didn’t have to grapple with not being full, because he was constantly full, what else could he need?
“Look at him, Channie-hyung. So cockdumb.”
Chan scoffed, “As if you don’t get the same way.”
“Not like this, though.” He grunted, “I wonder if he’s really an omega now, he certainly fits the part.”
Jeongin whined, nodding. He wanted it– he wanted it so bad.
“I think we could get him pregnant if we tried hard enough.”
“Uh-huh!” Jeongin moaned, nodding along.
“Or maybe,” Chan started, “Our mating marks will be permanent?”
Jeongin’s mouth parted, a whine making its way out. He wanted it, he wanted it so bad. “B-Bite– ngh!”
Felix’s mouth ghosted his scent glands, it had hurt to be claimed by the others when they had tried the first time, and it had faded rather quickly. His teeth grazed over the spot the mark was, biting down again, not enough to break the skin, but enough to have jeongin keening and on the verge of another orgasm.
“N-Noo…” Jeongin groaned, frustrated, “Bite, Lixie, bite—!”
“If we bite now, we’ll have to stop to treat it.” Chan warned, dangerously close to his mating mark as well, “But I know my baby boy is too needy to stop. Even if we bit you, you’d only want more.” He huffed.
“No, no. I can take it— I don’t need to treat it please!”
Felix but down harshly, but not enough to do any real damage. It still made Jeongin stop complaining, his jaw dropped in a silent moan. “We’ll bite you when you’ve calmed down, little fox.”
Jeongin nodded, still not completely satisfied, but enough that he stopped complaining. He let himself be used, mouth open in a silent gasp as he watching in the mirror as the two cocks took turns disappearing inside of him.
“Oh my god—!” Jeongin cried, overwhelmed at the sensation. Chan and Felix weren’t holding up much better, both making accompanying noises as their thrusts started getting more sloppy.
“God, Jeongin, baby,” Felix breathed, “You feel so good. So hot and wet, perfect to put a baby in.”
“Oh my god! I’m gonna cum—!”
“Baby boy’s probably cum so much, his brain is permanently cockdumb, huh?” Chan teased, a little out of breath as he gripped Jeongin tighter, maneuvering his body around both cocks. The slide was wet and filthy, it was addicting.
“Do you want Channie’s knot, little fox?” Felix cooed, panting, “I can feel it against me- god, Chris.”
“Both!” Jeongin nodded, so close to the edge. Tears ran down his cheeks and drool ran down his chin, but he was really too fucked out to care. “Want both knots, hyungs!”
“Oh, fuck.” Felix gasped, his hips twitching as he started to fill Jeongin up, coating both his walls and Chan’s cock with his cum. “God, baby— what a good omega.”
“H—Hyungs!” Jeongin cried, sobbing into Felix’s shoulder as he splattered between the two.
“Fuck, Chris— Channie-hyung.” Felix whined, the aftershocks starting to be a little too much with Jeongin clenching around him and the frantic drag of Chan’s cock against his own. “I-I can’t stay inside— I don’t even have a k-knot for Innie.” Felix gasped, recoiling a bit.
Chan nodded, and Felix slipped out, making his hole hot and loose and messy. The wet sound of Chan’s knot fucking in and out of him making Jeongin shake with pleasure— until Chan groaned loudly, locking himself in place once more as he spilled inside.
“Fuck, baby boy.” Chan huffed, pressing on Jeongin’s stomach until he groaned. “Good omega, gonna be so full of kits.”
Jeongin gasped, still reeling from his own orgasm and the filthy words Chan had told him, and it didn’t help that both Chan and Felix had dug their nose into the sides of his neck, scenting him again and making him writhe in sensitivity.
No one heard the door open or close until someone spoke up, “How come no one told us everyone was getting to fuck Jeongin?” Jeongin blinked a few times, before turning his head to the new presence in the room.
“Hyungs…” Jeongin groaned, feeling his dick twitch back to life again at the sight of both Jisung and Minho by the door.
“Aw, look at him, he’s a mess.” Minho cooed, looking over to Chan, “Leaving us out of the fun, huh?”
“I didn’t want to embarrass him, announcing it to the whole group…” Chan replied a little sheepishly.
“Should’ve kept it down, then,” Jisung huffed, “You can hear him from down the street, I’m sure.”
Minho came up to Jeongin, lightly grabbing his jaw, “You poor thing.”
“Hyung…” Jeongin whined.
“He can’t even think anymore, can he?” Minho pouted in fake-sympathy, before narrowing his eyes and turning to Chan again, “Is he presenting? He smells different.”
Chan shakes his head, “He was jealous of the Omegas feeling good. He took some pills he found online.” Chan quickly explained, “Which he won’t be doing again.”
Minho shrugged, “Sounds like we need to make the most of this, then.” he turned to Jeongin again, “Make him feel like a real Omega, huh?”
Jeongin nodded the best he could under Minho’s harp hold. “He’s good, like he was born for it.” Felix confirms, leaning in to kiss Jeongin’s shoulder.
Jisung shoos Felix away with his hand, “You got your turn, Lixie, my turn!” He smiles, starting to strip his clothes enthusiatically.
“I hope you’re not thinking of fucking him, Sungie.” Minho teases, to which Jisung gasps.
“What else would I be doing?”
“Your dick is too small, baby.” Minho smiles cruelly, stripping down as well, “You wouldn’t be able to give him what he wants.”
Jisung pouted, “I heard Seungminnie fucked him, though!”
“Minnie…” Jeongin mumbled, missing him again.
“And you also heard how frustrated he was when little Seungminnie couldn’t give him a knot, right?” Chan raised an eyebrow at Minho, who only replied with a shrug, “You can hear everything from the kitchen.”
Felix, helpfully, didn’t offer a solution, but wanted to put in his piece anyways, “I wanna watch.”
Chan rolled his eyes, finally feeling his not deflate enough to lift poor Jeongin off of him with a whine, “You always want to watch.”
“Pervert.” Jisung chimed, wasting no time laying Jeongin down.
“Jisungie, ride him.” Minho concluded, crawling onto the bed with the other two as Chan got up to be near Felix, who threw a teasing remark about not being the only pervert in the room.
“I wann fuck him, though!” Jisung whined.
Minho hummed, lightly pushing Jisung out of the way to stick a finger inside of Jeongin, “I don’t know.” He moved his finger back and forth, trying to fuck jeongin wish it, “How does it feel, baby?”
Jeongin groaned, “Not enough, hyung.” Jeongin grumbled, trying to push his hips back, need you, hyung. Need more.”
“See?” He turned to Jisung, “Ride him, Sungie.” Jisung sighed in defeat, consigning himself to his fate. “Stop moping like you don’t wanna get fucked, too.”
Jisung rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. He straddled Jeongin’s lap with his back facing him, before lining himself up and sinking down with a sigh.
“Ah!” Jeongin gasped, before immediately trying to buck his hips into the wet heat around him, unable to contain what noises spilled from his lips.
“Aw, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.” Minho chuckles, before spreading Jeongin’s legs and slipping in himself, “Shit– how many rounds has he gone? He’s loose, messy.”
Jeongin and Jisung whined in sync, Jeongin from the degradation, and Jisung from the fact that he knew Minho was only saying that because he knew Jisung liked fucking something loose and sloppy– flaunting what he didn’t have.
“Jagiya,” Jisung started.
“Be patient, baby. Ride him for now, if he’s still restless, you can have him.” Minho smirked down at Jeongin, “Or maybe you can have him after he’s passed out, huh, sweetie?”
Jeongin nodded as Minho started to move, “Fuck, yes, yes.”
Jisung gasped a little as he felt Jeongin twitch inside of him, “Oh, he liked that.”
“I’m sure he did. Such a slut. It’s a wonder he wasn’t an omega already, he’s even worse than you, Sungie.”
“I’m not that bad.”
Minho thrusted particularly harshly, causing Jeongin’s hips to twitch upwards, making Jisung whine loudly. “Yes you are, Jagi.”
Jisung pouted, but stopped fighting. He started rutting his hips into Jeongin, which earned an almost broken moan, Jeongin’s hands reaching for something, anything to hold on to. “Ah, ah– it’s too good, hyungs!” Jeongin cried, trying his bed to thrust up into Jisung’s wetness and Minho’s thickness, but his range of motion was limited. “Too much, gonna cum!”
“Gonna cum already?” Minho teased, turning to Chan, who was watching quietly in the corner, his hands all over Felix, “Is he sensitive or just a little pathetic?”
Chan turned his head, “Hm, I think he’s just pathetic.” He answered quickly, before kissing Felix again.
Minho smiled, “Ah, I see.” He took a hold of Jisung’s hips, moving them so they were in sync with his own thrusts, making the pleasure that much more explosive. “Don’t cum yet, baby.”
“I-I can’t– hyung! I’m gonna cum– I can’t, I can’t!” He begs, “Ah, ah!”
“If you cum, we won’t let you recover. Jisungie is just going to keep milking you until you’re crying.”
“I–” Jeongin gasps, almost choking on his own moans, “I can–can’t!” He cries, finally starting to shake as he spills into Jisung.
“Fuck,” Jisung groans, not slowing down as promised, “I’m surprised he even has anything to spill.” He teases, angling himself so jeongin touches his sweet spot with each roll of his hips.
“You can’t come either, Jisungie.” Minho warns, hips still pressing bruises onto Jisung’s hips.
“Huh? But Jeonginnie got to cum anyway!” Jisung whined.
“You’re not allowed to still, or you’re not cumming for a week.”
Jisung pouted, “That sounds like a worse punishment than Innie’s.”
“Innie is pathetic,” Jeongin moaned at that, his dick twitching back to life despite the overstimulation and the shock his body was in, “I know you know better.” Minho smiled, to which Jisung sulked.
“H–Hyungs–” Jeongin pleaded, a wet cry from his lips.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Minho asked, pity lacing his voice.
“Too warm, it’s too much.”
“Aww, baby.” Minho pouts, placing his head on Jisung’s shoulder so he can look at Jeongin directly, “But you can take it. I know you can, because you’re such a perfect omega, isn’t that right?”
Jeongin nodded, “Mhm. I’m good.”
Minho nodded back at him, “Good boy, such a good boy. Good boys can take it, even if it feels like it’s too much. Omegas with too much energy like you need to be worn out.”
Jeongin has tears in his eyes, fighting between the painful aftershocks on his cock and the urge to fuck deeper into Jisung, “Am I bad? I have too much energy?”
“No, baby, never bad.” Minho confirms, “It’s just your biology, silly omegas like you can’t help if you have too much energy– they just need to be fucked out of it every once in a while. That’s alright, that’s why your hyungs are here to help.”
Jeongin nods, starting to lift his hips again into Jisung, “Feels too good–”
“Cum again, then, baby. Cum as many times as you need, but we’re not slowing down.”
“Jagi!” Jisung whined, wanting to cum as well.
“Not you, jagiya.”
“I’m– I can’t stop it, hyung!” Jeongin cried out, his eyes rolling back again as he tried to fight off his orgasm.
“You don’t have to.” Minho smiles cruelly, driving himself harder into Jeongin, biting into Jisung’s shoulder as he watches with satisfaction; seeing Jeongin start shaking again, tears running down his face and mouth parted in a silent cry.
It did nothing to stop the relentless attack of pleasure, though, Jeongin's eyes rolled back as Jisung’s pace quickened, Minho’s as well. They kept up a pace that was impossible to ignore, Jisung fully seated on his cock the moment Minho was deep inside of him– it was driving him crazy. He was so overwhelmed he couldn't think.
“Don’t worry, jagi,” He whispered to Jisung, “I’m almost there. You can cum once I knot him, okay?”
“O-Okay,” Jisung responded, feeling too close to the edge to say anything else.
“C-Can’t– Can’t anymore, hyungs!” Jeongin whined, but his body still rolled towards both their heats, his tears seemed like a cry of a wolf. “It’s too much!”
“Be good a little longer, okay?” Minho promised, knowing with the tired look in Jeongin’s eyes that it wouldn’t be long until his body made him rest. “You’re doing so good, making alpha feel so well. Jisungie, too. Doing so good for hyungs.”
“Good, I’m good, I’m good,” Jeongin keened, closing his eyes, poor thing could barely even think anymore.
“Fuck, he’s hard again already.” Jisung moaned, leaning forwards to kiss Minho– to distract himself from his impending orgasm.
That seemed to be what did it for Minho, his knot locking into place as he let out a loud sigh into Jisung’s mouth. “Fuck, jagi, baby.” He looked down, realizing with an almost sobering clarity how loose Jeongin really was.
“H–Hyung,” Jeongin called out, his eyes drooping. He might fall asleep like this, Minho thinks, but he has a better idea.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so loose. How many cocks have fucked you today?” He teases, realizing he’s able to fully pull his knot out and push it back inside with little resistance, making jeongin’s entire body jolt.
“Hyung!” He cries out, “What are you–” Minho does it again, making his sentence die in his throat, “Oh my god!”
“Hm? What’s wrong, baby?” He did it again, and again, the knot obscenely popping as it slips out, only to get greedily sucked back inside his hole each time, “You never answered my question, baby, how many?”
“Ah! Ah– Oh my god–!” Jeongin’s entire body is shaking, his brain isn’t working, “I– I don’t know–! Hyung! Oh fuck–!” His eyes roll back, trying to grab anything near him. His tears have already run down his face, drool starting to accompany his tears as well.
“Hm. A shame.” Minho breathes, a little shaky, it’s taking a lot for him to keep this up and not spill into Jeongin immediately. “So cockdumb he can’t even remember who’s passed him around today.”
“H–Hyung!” Jeongin chokes out, “I–I can't, I really can’t this time!” He cries with desperation, Minho and Jisung can tell it’s real.
“That’s okay, baby. Cum.”
That’s all it takes for not only Jeongin, but Jisung to cum as well. Jeongin is shaking so hard Minho is almost worried, his eyes rolling back into his head before they slip shut, the cry of his voice dying out as his cum spills into Jisung.
Minho locks together ith Jeongin one last time, spilling into him, reaching forward to Jisung to stroke him through his finish. “Fuck, fuck…” He breaths out, panting.
“Jagi– fuck. He came so much.” Jisung shivers, still coming down from it.
Minho furrows his brows, “That better not be what takes.”
Jisung laughs, lifting himself off of Jeongin, turning around to check on him. Jeongin’s eyes have slipped closed, his body still occasionally twitching, but his panting was starting to calm down into a reasonable rhythm. His dick still twitched a bit, but it didn’t seem like it was working him up anymore.
“Little guy could really take a lot.” Jisung commented, to which Minho and the other two in the room nodded.
“You think he’s asleep for good?” Felix asked with caution.
“Hard to tell. He could wake up needy again like it’s a real heat.”
“Hm.” Chan mused, “If it is, we’ll take care of him.” He smiled, picking up Jeongin’s sleeping form.
“You know,” Jisung turned to Felix, “He really is the perfect omega.”
“Yeah. Even I would want to get him pregnant.”
“Shut up, you two.” Minho scolded, “Let the boy rest for now, we can get him pregnant later.” He smirked.
–
When Jeongin awoke in the morning, he oddly didn’t feel too tired. He felt happy, like something had changed for the better. His body felt better– relieved.
He woke up still in the heat room, Seungmin’s body wrapped around his– but also six other bodies close to him in the large bed. He felt refreshed, clean, as if someone gave him a bath while he was sleeping. Knowing his hyungs, they probably did.
Seungmin shuffled a little bit, the arms around him holding him tighter, nuzzling his nose into Jeongin’s neck. “Hmm.” He grumbled.
“Morning, puppy.” Jeongin said, his voice heavy with sleep.
Seungmin just nuzzled further into Jeongin’s neck, sniffing, “You still smell like apples…” He mumbled, pressing closer to him.
Jeongin couldn't help the way his lips stretched into a smile. Maybe he feels different for a good reason.