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Lee Minho was generally a very calm alpha. He was relaxed about a lot of things, his ruts weren’t really all that bad, and getting an omega had never been his end goal.
Besides, he already had one he liked.

Notes:

this is a birthday present to my little omega bestie <3
just a lot of smut if im honest.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“So do you want th - These notes from the meeting- Are you- Do you need them by tonight? ” 

Jisung had been tripping over himself all day. He couldn’t get out of his own way, he was too hot , his suit was too fucking tight and Minho had decided that today was the day to be right up his ass. That man was over his shoulder every chance he got. Peeking at his phone, tugging his earbud out to talk to him, sitting right beside him in the cafeteria, getting way too close which would have been normal and not a huge fucking problem, but- 

That fucking alpha was the reason Jisung was getting pushed into an early heat. 

“I do- But- Do you need to take a break? You can always head out early, if you need to.” His CEO was an angel of a man. Chris Bang could somehow always tell when something was off with any of his employees- And he was always in the office, always working, always looking like a dead man walking but somehow, his smile never left him. Han Jisung admired him a lot . So he always wanted to push himself, just to be on his level. To have the ethic he had. Maybe pushing himself through the very start of a heat wasn’t the brightest idea, but he was sure he could make it home just in time to triple lock his doors and suffer for a week. 

“No! No. Definitely not.” Jisung shook his head and wiped his sweaty palm on his pants, watching the way Chris was staring him down. He could feel the sweat on his face and tried with all his might not to dab it off, because that’d give him away. Not like Chris couldn’t already smell it.

“Han, go home .” There was a shift in his voice that made Jisung tuck his head and nod, shame flooding his entire being because Chris could tell . No amount of suppressants or scent blockers or birth control could hide an omega’s heat, no matter what the fucking advertisements promised. “I’ll have Felix escort you to your car. Are you okay to drive?” Chris asked, and Jisung nodded, but still felt like he needed to protest, because he was sure he’d be fine. 

“I can stay until the end of the day, it’s only a few more hours.” Han tried it, but Chris shook his head, pushing a button on the phone on his desk to speak into the receiver and call Felix up.

“It’s really for your own safety- There are too many alphas in this office for me to feel right letting you stay. Just do it for me? Hm?” Chris gave him a sweet smile, apologetic, because he knew how badly his assistant must have felt, having to leave because of something so out of his control. “I already have your days next week covered, so I’ll see you when you get back, okay?” Jisung just nodded, his head still hung, and Chris let out a heavy sigh because there wasn’t really much he could do for him. He’d have to send food delivery, or something. He scribbled a note on his desk as a reminder, since his assistant was about to be out for the week so he needed to pick up all his little odds and ends by himself. 

“... I’m sorry about this.” Han crept toward the door, still not wanting to fully leave, but Chris waved him off, that pitied smile still stuck on his face. He pushed the door open and saw Felix bobbing down the hallway, all smiles, red paint stuck to his cheek and Han wondered momentarily what on earth he was up to, but he felt a wave of nausea creep up on him, knocking all the thoughts from his head before he even formulated them. 

“Hannie- Oh. Um- Come on, I’ll get you downstairs.” Felix reached to take his hand and pull him along, because his scent was really strong and even Felix was having a hard time ignoring it. Not that it was bad- Just overwhelming. That was also worrying, because there were alphas on every floor and he could only hope they’d behave themselves. “Do you want me to drive you home? I can always catch an uber back.” Felix offered, hitting the button for the elevator, waiting for all of the occupants to file out before he tugged Han inside, repeatedly smacking the button to close the doors. 

“... no. I’m fine.” Jisung finally got the brain to answer him when the doors closed and they started moving, but Felix just stared at him with concern, because he looked far too pale to be considered normal. They only got one floor down before the doors were opening and people crowded in, a few alphas halting at the door before they backed out to take the next one. Smart . And then there were those who were not so smart. 

“Hey, can you take the next one?” Felix tried, but some alpha just elbowed his way in and hit the button, the doors shutting with a handful of people inside, and one woozy Han Jisung crowded into the corner. They dropped down a few more levels, and the rest of the occupants left, except that one guy. And Felix was staring him down, because this was the button that man pushed. This was supposed to be his floor.

And then the doors started to close. 

“Is he alright?” The alpha asked, but Felix wasn’t phased, because he could sense the malicious intent on him and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. They dropped down a floor and Felix stood his ground between him and Han, his back pressed up against his friend because all of the pheromones in that hell of an elevator were driving him over the edge. He was about to start hissing before the doors popped open, and nobody but one Lee Minho was standing there, coffee cup in hand. 

Cafeteria. They weren’t even halfway down.

Minho stood there, for a long while, his palm flat on the elevator door to keep it from closing. It took him a little too long to peel his eyes away from the red faced Han hiding in the corner, but he finally looked at Felix, then at the man in front of him, too close, and Minho blinked a few times before stepping inside. 

“You can get out, now.” He spoke up and Jisung flinched, a tremor rolling through his whole body when he heard him. He had to grip the handrail just to stay on his feet. He was lucky he didn’t start fucking whining

Excuse me? ” The alpha made a face at him, and Felix ended up squishing Han into the corner with how tight he was backed against him, worried that some kind of a fight would break out. 

“Do you want to lose your job? You can get out.” Minho nodded his head and stepped in front of Felix, pointing dramatically to the open doors and the crowd of people that had gathered, because workplace drama was all those leeches had to power them through the day. 

“Lose my job ?” The man scoffed, and Minho rolled his eyes, slouching a little in annoyance. “You’re not my boss, you can’t fire me.” He continued on, and Minho just stared at him.

Okay .” Minho scoffed and yanked his phone out, dialing up Chris’s number and putting him on speaker, blinking up at the alpha as he just stood there like a fucking idiot. “What was your name?” He leaned to hear him, watching the color drain from his face as Chris spoke up on the other line and greeted him casually, because they were practically brothers and Lee Minho wasn’t fucking around. He didn’t end up saying his name, and Minho nodded, grin growing over his face as the alpha backed out of the elevator. 

“Lee Know?” Chris’s voice crackled over the line, and Minho waited for the doors to close before speaking back to him. 

“Butt dial, sorry.” He grinned and hung up, stuffing his phone back into his pocket before taking another sip of his drink, staying posted right by the door. “Are you two okay?” He asked, but he didn’t turn to look at them, because Felix was still on high defense mode and he couldn’t stand Jisung’s smell. 

Not in a bad way. In a mouth watering, drooling all over his coffee cup, smells so fucking good like blueberries and chocolate and everything sweet holy shit kind of way.

“We’re fine.” Felix piped up, relaxing because Lee Minho was one of the only alphas in this building he could trust completely. They’d been together since the start of the company, and it was a wonder some of the hires still didn’t recognize him. He was always hanging around their boss, because he was always hanging around Han Jisung, who was always with their boss.

“I’ll stay with you until he’s in his car. Can he drive like that?” Minho turned finally, looking right at Jisung, trying not to stare too hard but his eyes were so wide and pretty and scared . That look made his heart break into a million pieces, but he didn’t dare let that show. “I won’t hurt you, Jisung-ah . You know that.” Minho waved him off and turned back around, swiping his sleeve over his mouth because he was drooling a little too much to go unnoticed. 

“... thanks .” Han managed to speak, but the noises he was suppressing were burning in his throat. The only thing stopping him from latching onto the back of Minho’s shirt was his iron grip on the railing and Felix between them. The rest of the ride went by in silence, Minho effectively blocking everyone that tried to get into the elevator with just his stare. He’d been sucking on his straw so hard his coffee was completely gone by the time they got to the parking garage, the tip of his straw shredded beyond recognition.

“Thank you, Lee Know.” Felix huffed, turning to pull on Han’s hands and guide him out of the elevator, the air cool and damp in the underground levels and the industrial smell was a welcome scent. Minimal people and mostly gasoline and tire stink to fill everybody’s noses and distract them for the moment. Jisung was actually able to walk to his car, clicking the lock as they got closer, Minho keeping back a little to keep an eye on them from all angles. “Are you sure you can drive? I trust you, I just… You don’t look very good, Hannie.” Felix kept his voice down, because he didn’t want Jisung to be embarrassed, but it was honestly too late for all that, and Felix knew it. 

Because Jisung had talked to him at length about how badly he wanted Minho to be attracted to him, to ask him out, court him. And he’d just had to stand with his crush in an elevator with him while his heat made itself known and caused a fucking scene in their workplace. 

“I’ll be okay once I’m in my car. I’ve got some meds in there, and stuff.” Jisung nodded, sparing a glance to Minho, who was chewing the shit out of what remained of his straw and pointedly not looking at Han, or in his direction at all. “... Thank you.” Han called, making Minho finally look at him, and that was a huge fucking mistake. Every muscle in his body wanted him on his hands and knees in front of his alpha and that can not happen, not here, not now, not ever . He tore his door open and slammed himself inside, shutting and locking the door before he could do something he regretted. 

He watched Felix hurry off, snatching Minho by the sleeve. Han couldn’t wait a second longer before he snatched towels from his back seat and shoved them under himself. He let his head hit the headrest and dug around blindly in his center console for the emergency stash of suppressants he kept in his car- Not that they’d do a whole lot, but enough for him to get home at least. He dug around for a little too long, frustrated, looking down finally before he realized they just… weren’t in there. He overworked himself all the time- He’d definitely done that same thing a handful of times, pushing himself to the edge of his heat and having to slam back suppressants just to get home.

“Oh, no, nonono -” He whined, throwing the contents of his console and glovebox all around before he gave up, tears welling in his eyes. “Shit. Um . Okay. It’s fine! I’ll be fine.” He tried to breathe and leaned back again, clicking his buckle before starting his car, and then everything went to absolute shit all at once. 

He tried to hit the gas, but his legs were shaking so badly he couldn’t even trust himself. His head had been spinning the entire way down the elevator, but it got really bad all at once and he had to dig his fingers into his seat just to feel like he wasn’t going to fall through the floor. And the slick . It was leaking down his thighs, through his clothes, his expensive suit is fucking ruined- He’d also started crying at some point, but his entire brain felt like cotton and only got worse as he finally let out a whine. Feral sounding and high, he was certain he’d never heard himself make that kind of sound before. 

He made sure to push down the lock on his door every time the thought crossed his mind, because he was terrified that someone was going to hear him and get to him . He could probably call someone for help, but he couldn’t even think of how they’d help, or who to call, so he just waited, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants. He’d convinced himself that if he waited for a while, it’d calm down and he could get himself home quickly, so instead of calling someone he just sat there in his own mess for what felt like an eternity.

 

He’d been so spaced out, simply crying and breathing and doing whatever he could to not throw up, he didn’t realize most of the cars that had been there before, were gone. The end of the day had apparently already come and Jisung still felt like he was going to combust, and his car had turned off at some point, but he wasn’t sure if he’d done it, or the battery died. He yelped when he heard a knock on his passenger window, someone ducking in to look at him and that was the last thing he needed, for someone to fucking see him like this. His pants were visibly soaked at that point, so he yanked a towel over his lap, but didn’t dare to roll the window down, knowing full well what a danger that would be. 

“Mm?” Was all he could manage, leaning to look at the person speaking to him, and then he heard somebody yank on his door handle. The driver's side handle . A freezing cold panic washed over him and he lost all brain function, snatching his phone to call somebody without giving it any real thought. He just dialed. 

Open the door, we just wanna help!” The person called, and Han bit his cheek, leg bouncing anxiously as the phone rang. The door handle rattled again and he stared at the lock, because he knew he’d pushed it down, but staring at it made him feel a little bit better. 

Jisung-ah? ” Minho’s voice was a whisper, but it made Han’s heart race anyway. 

“I hate to- Can you help ? Please ?” He stammered, pushing the tears off his cheeks as he tried to collect himself for long enough to convey whatever the fuck it was that was going on, what he needed. “There’s people here-” There was a slam on his window and he jumped, yelping again. 

People where? In your apartment?” He heard the panic in Minho’s voice and whined, heels digging into the floor mats. He felt like he was being pulled in a hundred different directions- He was terrified, angry, and every time he heard the alpha’s voice, it made everything burn.

“Parking garage-” He barely got his words out before there was another rattle, on his back doors that time and he wanted to get out and fight them, but he knew what a horrible fucking idea that’d be, in his state. He tried to start his car, and scoffed in disbelief when it simply didn’t turn on. His suspicion of having a dead battery was confirmed. He really needed a new fucking car. 

What- You’re still there?!” There was a commotion on the other end of the line, shuffling and voices and Minho yelling at somebody. 

“I’m sorry- ” Jisung apologized for whatever reason, maybe because Minho sounded so angry and he thought it had to be his fault. Alpha’s mad. He made his alpha mad .

No , no- It’s alright, I’m coming down, okay? I’m coming.” His voice was low and sweet, a purring sound that Jisung had never heard from him before, but it softened the jagged edges of his panic into something much more bearable. “Are they still there?” He asked after a moment, voice bouncing like he was rushing down a flight of stairs- Which he was, no patience for an elevator that time around. 

“Mm, they’re trying to get in the back.” He murmured, and he heard something like static, or maybe a growl on the other end of the line. He heard scraping coming from his door, looking over to see his attacker trying to pick the lock on his door. He pushed down on the lock nervously, his panic spiking again. “They- They’re gonna get the door open- ” He sobbed, dropping his phone in favor of gripping the door as hard as he could to brace it, in case that fucker actually got the thing unlocked. He felt his head spinning again, everything too hot, his clothes sticking to him, his life in danger , his heart in his throat, and then silence.

It was almost like some kind of white noise filled every one of his senses, lidocaine dripping over his frazzled nerve endings as soon as he saw him. He could see Minho’s back through the steam on his windows, his suit jacket discarded somewhere, probably. He thought about how much he wanted to find it and squirrel it away for himself. He pushed the steamy windows clear with his palm and watched his alpha send the intruder stumbling away from his door. He looked over his shoulder to say something to him, but Jisung couldn’t hear him past the oceanic echo in his ears. He did look panicked, though. Panic didn’t look good on his alpha. He felt himself whine, but he barely heard it, pulling on the door handle, but it remained shut and locked.

After a moment of Minho having a mental standoff with the alpha that had tried to attack Han, lucky for both of them, flickering blue light started to coat every surface. Minho grinned at his opponent, because his help had finally arrived. He looked up to see a security vehicle pulling up in front of Han’s car, the doors flying open as a pair of guards ran up on the assailing alphas to stop them. 

Jisung’s forehead knocked against his window, his body relaxing even more as the danger got dragged away and his alpha got closer to him. He heard Minho talking to him through the window again, but he couldn’t really understand him, so he fumbled for the lock, popping his door open as he struggled to stay coherent. 

Jesus christ, Jisung.”  

 

Lee Minho was generally a very calm alpha. He was relaxed about a lot of things, his ruts weren’t really all that bad, and getting an omega had never been his end goal. 

Besides, he already had one he liked.

He’d followed Han Jisung around from day one. Han had held his hand during a stressful presentation in college and that was it. Minho may as well have been mated to him, at that point. It only got stronger over the years, his affection for the omega. He got him gifts all the time, stayed close to him, called him all the time, made sure he was eating well and taking care of himself. But Han hadn’t really shown an interest in him, at least, not that he could tell. 

Lee Minho wasn’t the most adept when it came to courting, and he never had been. He’d missed all the signs, every single one , and every single one of their friends could hardly stomach the endless flirting that happened all day long . So much so, that as Felix had dragged him back into the building after they left Jisung in his car, he’d gotten an earful about how he should ‘just confess already, because why should Han keep spending his heats alone when you’re right there ?’

Felix had spilled every detail Han had ever admitted to him- Well maybe not all , but most - because his emotions were all over the place after the stress he’d been under and he just wanted his friends to be happy . Watching them dance around each other for years was exhausting. It had become increasingly obvious to everybody that they were never going to figure it out if somebody didn’t say something . It took a lot of explaining, but eventually Lee Know was stuck at his desk, staring at his screen saver because he really was dumb , wasn’t he?

He’d made a little promise to himself that he’d confess and start courting him after Han came back from his break

 

But that plan was officially out the window, Jisung’s scent slamming into him like lava as he popped his door open and half tumbled out, caught by his seat belt and Minho’s hands. 

The security guards were a pair of betas, luckily, so the scent didn’t do much but worry them. They nervously watched the alpha that had led them there for a moment, before putting together that they were probably mates, based on the way their scents blended so well. 

“I’ll hold these two until the cops come for them- Is that car dead?” One of them called, and Minho found himself completely frozen, until he forced himself up to look over the door. 

“Think so.” He managed to keep his voice rather steady, for someone who was having his pants pawed at by his prospective mate. 

“You can leave it there for the night, if you need to uh… Get him home.” They offered, and Minho gave them a curt nod as he watched them load up the perpetrators into the back of their security vehicle. He had to snatch Jisung’s wrists and hold them in a nearly iron grip, watching the van pull off. 

“Alright- Why didn’t you drive home?” Minho asked, a bit cold in his tone but Jisung didn’t seem to catch it, letting himself be pulled up from his seat, the towels falling away from his lap. He barely looked down at him before he was craning his neck to look away, grip on his wrists tightening as he pulled him back, away from the vehicle and his own mess. “I’m going to take you home, okay?” He kept his voice low, because he could tell Jisung was in some kind of state and didn’t want to set him off. He was almost unresponsive, moon eyed as he watched Minho’s every move. The only thing he could compare it to was the way his cats looked at the feather on a string they loved to hunt so dearly. 

They were both lucky that Minho liked to park nearby Jisung out of habit, his SUV parked only a few spots down. He really only had to drag the omega a few yards away before popping his back door, reaching to throw a few stray shirts, sweaters, coats, whatever he had back there around to try and save his seats from slick stains. Han almost tried to fight him on climbing into the back, but he forced him in, slamming the door shut with a huff because he felt guilty

He should have seen him home the first time. He should have called to check on him.

He shouldn’t have ever let him spend his heats alone. 

I’m so sorry- ” Han was suddenly crying, pushing at his teary face as Minho climbed up into the driver's seat, and Han quickly glued himself to the back of it, cheek pushed against the back of the head rest. Minho tried not to let the whining and the purring and the scent get to him, but he was having no such luck. He dug the heel of his palm against the crotch of his pants and started his car, letting out a shaky breath. It was a miracle he was managing as well as he was. If he were a lesser alpha, he was sure he’d have climbed into the back with him.

“Jisung-ah.” He looked into the rear view mirror to watch the omega inch his way against the back seats, getting the idea of what Minho wanted before he even had to ask. The closeness was suffocating, for both of them. 

Sorry .” He sobbed again, but Minho shook his head, pulling out of his parking spot to navigate his way to Han’s apartment. 

“Don’t be- I’m glad I found you.” He was being gentle, too gentle, because he couldn’t stomach seeing him cry like that. He felt a burning in the back of his own throat, like he’d cry too if he allowed himself. 

Me too. ” Han let out a shaky breath and Minho glanced back at him in the mirror again, watching him pull at the belt he wore, but he didn’t undo it. Even with a hazy head, he knew better than that. He’d just have to suffer through soaked pants until Minho got him home. 

They both tried to stay quiet, for the rest of the drive. Mostly because any time Minho spoke, Han shuddered and tried to grab for the front seat before stopping himself- And Han? No shot that anything coherent would be coming out of his mouth, at that point. He just wanted to cry and whine and beg and get Minho in the back seat with him, but again , he knew better than that. Every bump in the road was hell, but Minho was trying his best to just drive , get Jisung home as quickly as he could. He rolled carefully to a stoplight, shutting his eyes for a moment to try and regain some of his good manners. 

“... hurts …” Minho heard it, just barely over the rumble of his vehicle. He peeked his eyes back open and Jisung was pushing on his belt, now, brows knit together as he lifted his hips up off the seat and huffed in annoyance. Minho knew they still had a good ten minutes before getting to his apartment, and the pained noises he was making were driving the alpha near insane. He needed to fix it .

“...Hey.” Minho looked into the mirror, catching Han’s wide eyes, needy, hot, desperate. “If it makes you feel better, just touch yourself. Okay?” Now, why the fuck did he say that? Lee Minho, why the fuck would those words fall out of your mouth in that order? Why would allowing that be a good idea? And he couldn’t even take it back, because Jisung was already tearing at his belt, panting out whines on every exhale because he was so fucking desperate for anything .

Minho did his best to be helpful, reaching back to toss a blanket up at him to cover himself, which he did, kicking his shoes off, pants off, knees hiked up, heels digging into Minho’s leather seats. He could tell the second he started touching himself, because the whines turned into mewling moans, sending shockwaves right up Minho’s spine, up his neck to the front of his brain where all his self control was supposed to be. He gripped the wheel a little tighter, obeying the speed limit spitefully because getting pulled over in that moment would be a fucking nightmare for everyone involved. He dared to spare a glance into his mirror, locking eyes with Han again. The second he did, the omega let out a heavy, shuddering exhale, head hitting the seat, eyes half lidded as he watched Minho watch him . He’d instantly stuffed two fingers inside himself as soon as he could, past the slick coating his thighs, hooking them to try and fuck himself at the right angle but he wasn’t doing great, especially not in a moving vehicle.

“Feels good?” The alpha had finally lost to himself, apparently. Jisung’s eyes rolled back and fluttered closed, a desperate, unchecked moan on his lips as he rode the edge of an orgasm that he wouldn’t even be able to give himself. He hadn’t even done very much, all of his movements messy, fingers thrusting halfheartedly, but Minho was watching. Alpha’s watching . Alpha.

Minho -” Jisung choked on his breath, tearing up, heels digging into the seat as he raised his hips just slightly, slick sticking all over his hand. “ Nn - Yeah- Feels good - Not enough- ” He panted and Minho desperately searched for a parking spot, finding one in the street in front of Han’s apartment complex. He parked very poorly, but he was sure he wouldn’t get a ticket. Probably. Hopefully. 

“Wrap that blanket around yourself.” Minho didn’t look back, he couldn’t , popping his seat belt before climbing out, snatching his bag and keys. He mentally psyched himself up just to open the back door, taking a few deep breaths before popping the handle. “ Jisung-ah .” He breathed out in a bit of a gasp and watched his poor omega try and fuck himself through another orgasm, his blanket falling away, exposing his flushed, shining thighs. His attempts at masturbation were honestly pitiful, and Minho felt bad for him, again. He was shaking so horribly he couldn’t move at any kind of even pace, heels slipping off the seat awkwardly. 

Then Minho was beside him, kneeling on the seat as he arched over him. He barely recalled even climbing inside.

Let me .” He mumbled, unable to really catch or stop himself before he pushed one arm behind his head, the other knocking Han’s knees out of the way to get between his legs. As if he’d been waiting for it, Han dropped his unskilled hands and gripped the seat below him, back arching harshly when he felt fingers much larger than his own slip inside him. 

Alpha- ” Han gasped, scraping the leather, head falling back onto his alpha’s arm. He blinked a few times as he looked over at him, watching the focus in his expression. “ So thick- ” Han mewled, and Lee Know hummed at him, purring, moving in closer to get a better angle on him and start fucking his fingers into him. Jisung was almost sobbing at the relief, grabbing for Minho’s arm to grip it desperately, clawing at his shirt sleeve as his wrist twisted at a consistent pace. “ Minho - Fuck , there -” He looked down between his thighs, hands shaking where he gripped Minho’s arm for dear life, thighs parting as he felt his orgasm return to creep through every inch of his body. He could have it- His alpha would give it to him

“Shh, good- Good , you’re okay-” The alpha had somehow made it even closer to his omega, watching his face rather than his hands as his features unfurled from irritated, tight, desperate, to so incredibly blissed out and relaxed. He was tight around his fingers as they worked inside him, throbbing around them so tightly it made his dick twitch in his pants. He’d been hard since he smelled him, but this was making everything worse. It’d feel so good to be inside him. He tried to shove those thoughts away as quickly as they came. “My poor Hannie… He mumbled, fucking him through it, slick all over his hand and wrist but he couldn’t bring himself to stop, letting Han ride it out until he was physically pulling on his sleeve to stop him. 

Fuck! I’m- I didn’t mean to- You can stop -” Han whimpered, his hips rocking down against his hand until he pulled his fingers away, sticky strands of slick dripping from his fingers before he reached to find something to wipe them on. 

“Can you walk?” Minho was already grabbing the blanket, pushing it up around his hips, tugging on it to tie it tight around his waist. “I can carry you, if you can’t-” 

I can! I can, for sure.” Han blurted out, blinking hard a few times while his head cleared momentarily, he prayed it’d be long enough to get himself back to his apartment. Minho helped him, stepping back a few feet to pull Jisung from his back seat, watching his every move. He was hardly what anyone would call stable, his legs giving out before the alpha grabbed him around the waist and pulled him up, his face a little too close to Han’s but he didn’t bother pulling away. 

“I’ll carry you.” He nodded, not even waiting for Han to protest before he ducked down and tossed him over his shoulder , his lower half completely covered by the blanket. 

I can walk! ” Han whined and kicked his feet, pathetic and weak, and Minho honestly ignored him in favor of scanning the area for any other people before making his way to the front doors. They were both extremely lucky nobody had been around for that little incident . There was also nobody inside the front lobby, aside from a very sleepy looking doorman who didn’t even acknowledge them. He moved to the elevator, but stopped, squinting at it like it had offended him before heading to the stairs. “What are you doing- Where are we going?” Han huffed, kicking his feet a little as the alpha started his ascent up the stairs, the stairwell nice and empty, just as he’d hoped. 

“You’ve already had bad luck with elevators today- I really don’t want to try and fight anybody else, okay?” Minho was half laughing, feeling Han chuckle as he hoisted them up toward the third floor. 

“Why? You wouldn’t lose, if you did.” Han let himself hang, enjoying this small moment of clarity, even if his body felt like sparking embers and his heart was racing. Maybe it hadn’t hit him that Lee Know, his best friend , the alpha he wanted as his mate, had just fingered him just moments ago, but he didn’t feel weird about it, at least. He didn’t think Minho felt weird about it, either. 

“Because then I’d have to put you down, and you definitely can’t stay on your feet like this.” He teased him, pushing the door open to the third floor, making his way down the hall to Han’s apartment. “Here you are.” He muttered, turning to punch the code into his keypad, waiting to hear it click before he pushed the door open. 

“Hold on- ” Han panicked suddenly, remembering much too late the state of his apartment. 

“What happened in here?” Minho looked around, the entire place looking like it had been ransacked. Things were broken, the couch was shredded on one corner, his table flipped upside down and Han had no words for any of it because he hardly remembered doing it. 

“I was looking for… Stuff .” He bit his tongue and waited for Minho to put him down, knees weak as he struggled to stand before he got help from the alpha, an arm around his waist.

“.... Okay .” Minho tried not to make a huge deal out of it. There were clothes everywhere , leading up to the door he knew to be Han’s bedroom. “What were you looking for that you had to wreck this place?” He teased. Han couldn’t admit he’d been searching for a stray sock he knew Minho had left behind last time they’d hung out. He never even ended up finding it. He watched Jisung open his bedroom door, stepping inside before backing off instantly to slam it closed, red faced- As if he hadn’t already been beet red the entire time. Minho watched him, brows furrowing before he decided he had enough of the drama and pushed the door open, Han whining as his grip was torn off the door. 

Stop -” He was too weak and it was too late to stop the alpha from seeing everything he’d been trying to hide.

“...Jisung-ah, why are my missing clothes in your nest ?” Minho asked the question but he knew the answer, especially after what Felix had told him. Forgotten t-shirts, hoodies he’d asked to borrow and never returned, a plethora of ties he’d thought he’d lost but apparently had been thieved by his sly little omega. 

Just stop looking at it- ” Han whined and tried to move into his view and block it, holding his hands out to push him back, but he didn’t have an ounce of strength in his body, just kind of pushing his hands against his chest with a pathetic chuff. 

“I’ve already seen it, there’s no point in hiding it.” He was chuckling at him, reaching to circle his hands around his wrists and move them off his chest. “You like my scent that much, huh?” He teased, watching a series of emotions flash across Han’s face, none of which he could really put a name to. 

“...do you not like mine…?” His voice was quiet and broken and Minho felt like his world had crumbled around him, watching him look away, gripping the blanket he’d been gifted that was still stuck around his waist. 

“Now- When did I say that?” Minho huffed, reaching to slide his hands down his arms. Fat tears rolled down round cheeks and he felt even more guilty, heartbroken that his Jisung thought he didn’t like his scent, didn’t like him . Heartbroken that he’d waited so long to tell him. “...I thought you didn’t like my scent, you know.” He murmured, watching Han’s eyes widen before he shook his head, reaching to tug on his sleeves and pull him toward the bed. 

Yours is my favorite.” He whispered, tugging on Minho’s sleeve, hardly realizing that he was losing the battle over his common sense. But the alpha wiggled around to get out of his button-up shirt, letting him pull it over his head.

“Why’d you never say anything?” Minho knew the hypocrisy in his question, but he asked it anyway, because he really had been curious. He watched him turn and put the shirt on his bed, letting the blanket fall away as he worked to undo his own.

“Thought you didn’t like omegas.” Han said plainly, like it was an obvious statement, and Minho just stood there like an idiot while Han swapped his own clothes with his alphas. He hurried to push his arms through the sleeves, bunching them up just to fit into it.

“...I’m an alpha , Jisung. Why wouldn’t I like omegas ?!” He found himself in disbelief, because what on earth would make him think that. He watched him crawl forward, plopping down onto his chest, knees propped up underneath him and Minho felt something in his mind twist and snap

“Jeong Yunho from accounting is an alpha that doesn’t like omegas, so it’s a thing - Besides, when Felix got his heat early that time, you offered to drive him home when even Changbin wouldn’t. You didn’t even break a sweat over it.” The slick was rolling down his thighs, his back arching, chest pressed down into the bed, presenting himself and he didn’t even seem to realize it. Minho just stared, because if he moved even an inch it would be forward

“Well, I… I like one omega.” The poor alpha wiped drool from his chin and swallowed the spit in his mouth, eyelids fluttering when he heard Han whine. 

“I hope it’s me, because this would be really fucking embarrassing if it wasn’t me.” Jisung worried, jolting when he felt a hand on his ass, fingers digging into him hard enough to bruise. Everything about it felt electric.

“It’s you.” Minho said flatly, kneeling on the bed behind him with one knee. “Always been you, since I met you. Knew you were mine.” He was effectively gone, leaning down to lick through the slick coating his thigh. His taste- Jisung’s whine sounded almost pained, a feral sounding yowl that he tried to muffle in the blankets. 

“You never said anything -” Jisung panted, his whole body shaking when his tongue trailed up to his entrance. He felt him moan against him, felt fingernails digging into the meat of his ass, then pushed himself back into him.

You never said anything either-” Minho was attempting to save the conversation, but his tongue was half out, leaving kisses all over the meat of his ass and thighs, groaning back to echo the desperate mewls Han was letting out. His eyes widened when Jisung suddenly pushed his fingers through his hair and yanked him closer, forcing his tongue against his hole, hips grinding back against his mouth and he decided he was giving in, right then. 

He hurried to kick his shoes off and climbed fully onto the bed, into his nest, both hands on his hips to push him forward and angle his omega so he could more easily eat him out. He didn’t bother taking it slow, stuffing his tongue inside, letting him grind back against his mouth as he kept a tight grip on his hair. The alpha did his best to fuck him off his tongue, spurred on by the horribly desperate sounds his poor mate was making. 

His mate. His omega. His

He forced himself away, pushing harshly on Jisung’s ass, breaking the death grip he had on his hair. He felt guilty as he heard his needy whines, licking his lips to collect whatever slick was stuck there along with his own saliva. His drooling hadn’t stopped, only gotten worse. 

Will you be my mate ?” Minho asked abruptly, and Han quieted for a moment, lifting his head to look back at him. 

“Is now a good time to ask that?” Han huffed, brows furrowed, but Minho just stared, face shiny with slick and the visual made Han’s whole body throb. “Of course I will!” He whined, watching his alpha’s face relax a bit. “But you’re courting me just like everybody else! ” He scolded him and watched Minho lick his lips, a toothy grin growing over his face. 

“Obviously.” He smiled at the way Han seemed to melt under his gaze, his thighs visibly shaking as he tried to hold himself up. Minho groaned, reaching down to push his thumb into his hole rudely, watching the way Han’s eyes rolled in his head. 

“.. Mnn ...” Han’s words weren’t audible and he hid his face before Minho could try and tell what he said, lazily fucking his thumb into his hole as his omega moved along with it, slick gushing around the intrusion. 

“What’d you say, honey?” Minho bent his head down to try and hear him, watching him lift his head slowly, a whine building in his throat. Minho’s hand froze when he heard that whine turn into a desperate growl. 

“Give. Me. Your. Knot. ” He clarified, eyes glassy, and it was clear he’d lost himself somewhere between Minho’s tongue leaving him for his thumb. Minho heard his own growl challenging him before he realized he was doing it, listening to Han’s irritated growling turn back into desperate whining. Clearly, he’d lost that battle, but it shouldn’t have been a surprise. “ ...Please? ” Minho shivered at his tone, tugging his hand away to start undoing his belt. 

“You can have it, promise.” Minho muttered, kicking his pants away, hearing Han’s desperate noises as he watched, stared, drooled over the sight of him. “You want it like this?” Minho halted, because he wanted Han comfortable, not just in whatever position his omega had put himself in. 

“For the first one, yeah-” Jisung breathed, and Minho realized quickly that there would have to be multiple - “Just need it, now -” He whimpered and felt hands on his ass, spreading him, slipping through slick to get a good grip on him. “ Now- Now, please-” His tone was getting horribly desperate, his hands gripping and pulling at the blankets, kneading at them mindlessly. His throat felt tight and his mouth was full of spit he had to keep swallowing. And the heat . It was getting unbearable, he felt like he was melting. “ Gimme it, now-” He sobbed, his head getting hazy, his whole body winding up tight. He felt the tip of his alpha’s cock breach him, his head popping up, and he felt a hand on the back of his neck gripping him tight. “Minho! Put it in- all the way-” He’d never heard himself sound so greedy, so sickeningly desperate. His breathing quickened as he felt him push deeper, splitting him, filling him, making him sob and choke on his own breath until he simply couldn’t breathe, anymore. 

Shhh… ” Minho purred against his ear and Jisung realized he was fully pressed against his back, covering him, the hand on the back of his neck slipping around to the front. He just held his heavy palm there, keeping his head up, keeping his noises loud and open because he needed to hear them . He bottomed out and Jisung’s moans were strained, both from the hand on his neck and the heavy pressure inside him that made him feel so incredibly complete

He drew his hips back for a fraction of a second before he forced himself back inside, and he’d been right, earlier. When Han had been throbbing around his fingers and he thought about how incredible he’d feel on his cock. No hand, no toy in the world could feel like how his omega felt. Perfect, like he was made to take him, only him. He thrust his hips again, hearing Jisung make a deep, throaty noise as he bounced him off his hips. And then he did it again, fingers tightening over his throat, and again, his other hand reaching up to grip his wrists, and again, feeling his self control melt away with the hot gush of slick over his cock. It dripped down his thighs and stuck between them.

Honey…” He breathed, letting Han’s throat go to push his other hand over his wrists, gripping both of them over his head. He used them to lean himself up, starting a tight, quick pace meant to bring both of them to orgasm as quickly as possible, because that was what an alpha was supposed to do. Make his little omega pregnant- 

Oh. That’s not good.  

The only time Lee Minho ever had thoughts like that was when he was in rut, desperately fucking into the little toy he’d overused, loved to pretend was his omega. The packaging claimed it held its shape ‘ no matter the knot ’, but he’d stretched that damn toy so loose by the time he was done, he’d had to replace it numerous times. Sure, he felt guilty about it after the fact, but when he was in rut, there had only ever been one name on his lips, one omega he thought about, and maybe a few times he’d thought about knotting him over, and over, and over, and over-

Alpha -” Jisung’s voice was strained, his hole impossibly tight around Minho’s knot . He was drooling over a spot on his neck he’d bitten at some point, his canine teeth scraping his skin with a growl that came from deep in his chest. “ Minho please- ” His hips were still moving, pulling whiny noises from his omega since he couldn’t even pull out, suck inside him. The grip he had on his wrists was bruising and Minho let him go, gasping for breath as he leaned up and sat back on his heels as best he could. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this

“I-I’m so sorry, Hannie- Shit .” Minho stared down between them, at the cum and slick sticking them together. His mind had gone blank and all of a sudden he’d knotted him, bruised him, bitten him - He was lucky he hadn’t broken skin. 

“S’okay, was good, feels good.” Han breathed, but he was rubbing his wrists and trying to lean up on his elbows, head hung a little against the bed. Minho wanted to tell him no, it’s not okay, I lost it , but he thought that wouldn’t really be fair. Han would find a way to blame himself, he was sure. He’d keep control, next time. He wouldn’t lose himself again. His ruts were never that bad, anyway.

Waiting for his knot to go down took longer than expected, but neither of them really gave much of a shit because Jisung’s brain felt melty and quiet and Minho was just happy to have pleased him. When he finally slipped out of him, he couldn’t help but stare at the steady stream of his own cum that rolled down his thigh. Han rolled to the side, stretching his legs out with a whine at how tight his muscles felt. And Minho kept staring, because pregnant was stuck in his head and he was terrified. But to Jisung, his expression looked like regret

“...You can leave, if you want- Please don’t feel like you have to stay here and help me.” He murmured, gathering blankets to pull over his waist, covering himself. His mood was all over the map, but the rampant emotions were the least of his worries, by far. “We can- If you want to take back the mate thing-” 

No - You’re my mate .” Minho shook his head and crawled in beside him, finding a pillow to put under his head. “I just…” He didn’t even know how to say it , pointing down at the bulge of cum in Jisung’s tummy, and the omega hesitated before he let out a surprised laugh. 

“You think I’ll get pregnant?” He giggled, rolling to his back, wriggling into Minho as closely as he could. His alpha just nodded, brows knit together because it wasn’t funny - To him, at least. “Do you think any omega walks around not on some kind of birth control?” Han asked, looking at him with a smile before he shrugged, because he really actually had no idea. “Almost every omega I know is on birth control. Unless they’re actively trying for… that .” Han wrinkled his nose and rolled back over, making a little noise when he felt more of his mates cum leak out of him. 

“I guess I didn’t… realize.” Minho blinked a few times and followed him, laying over his back, sliding a hand over his ass. 

“So, I will not get pregnant. You can pretend, though.” Han giggled at him, and Minho just stared at him, waiting until he looked back at him to say anything. 

“Why would I do that?” He grumbled, and Han smiled, wiggling his hips to make his alpha grab him, and his little ploy worked like a charm. His hands were kneading his ass, tugging him close.

“Because you said it?” He watched confusion flash over his mate’s face, searching Jisung’s expression. “You said you’d ‘ fill me with your pups ’ or whatever.” The omega looked dead fucking serious and Minho realized maybe he’d blanked a little harder than he thought. 

“...No I didn’t.” He denied it, watching Jisung’s face soften before he rolled onto his back again, scooting as close to Minho as he could, legs wrapping themselves around his hips. 

“So you don’t want to breed me?” Jisung cupped his face in his hands, watching Minho’s eyes widen. “You don’t wanna ‘ knot me ‘till it sticks’ ?” Jisung’s grin was growing, watching his pupils grow, eyes searching Han’s face. “Did some other alpha come in here and say all that and knot me?” He giggled, but Minho shook his head, crawling over him, pushing his face against his throat. “Lee Know-” Han grinned and felt teeth push against his throat, scraping, not biting. 

“I said that?” He asked, pulling his head back, drool connecting his lips to his omega’s throat, and he nodded back at him, watching Minho try and make sense of it. “I d… I don’t want that, though.” He mumbled, letting Jisung dab the spit off his lip for him. 

“Don’t have to want it to need it. You think I want to be over here begging for your knot ?” Han scoffed, then he thought for a moment, making a face. “Well I do want to, I guess. But not like this . Not just so I can… breathe and think straight.” He watched Minho watching him, blinking slowly at him before licking his teeth. “You’re in rut because of me, aren’t you?” He pouted, watching him nod before pushing himself between his knees. “I’m sorry .” He whispered, letting him go as he sat back, pulling under his knees to yank him closer. 

“Don’t be.” He murmured, his hands sliding up under the shirt he’d stolen off of him. “I’m sorry I lost it.” His voice was quiet, because he really felt shame over what had happened. Jisung sat up, cupping his cheeks again. 

Don’t be. ” He smiled, kissing his chin, feeling hands pull on his lower back to get him in his lap. “I liked it.” He admitted, and Minho watched him, letting him raise up his hips. “I need you to lose it a little, so it’s not just me.” He reached back and found Minho’s cock with his fingers, wrapping his hand around him to push him against his hole. “I also need you to do it again, please.” He whispered his request and Minho swallowed hard, eyes unfocused for a moment before pulling him down. He watched him squirm desperately as he filled him again, head lolling back when he was fully sat down on him. 

“Then, you liked it?” Minho asked, watching his mate struggle, squirm, try to wriggle away but he kept his hands on his waist and held him tight. He nodded frantically, fingers digging weakly into his forearms.

Alpha, please-” He whimpered, knees straining uselessly against the bed, but Minho wasn’t letting him up and the pressure was so much . When he finally let him go, Jisung rose his hips up with a gasp, dropping back down roughly with a sickening wet sound that made both of them groan. And then he was bouncing off his hips, his arms slung around his neck as his fingers knotted in his hair. He wasn’t even sure where he conjured the energy or strength from, his legs feeling almost numb as he moved.

“Lay down, let me-” Minho tried, helping Jisung with his movements but the omega was persistent, bouncing off his hips as best he could, as steadily as he could.

“I can do this .” He panted, brows knit together, much more coherent than he’d been the first round. That first time was almost shameful, for the both of them. Maybe he was pushing himself so hard to try and make up for it. Minho let him, fucking his hips up to meet him, until he could feel the shake in his body become more noticeable and his panting was much more desperate, exhausted. 

Lay down .” The alpha tried again, giving a harsh thrust against him just to punctuate his request, and Jisung just whined, teeth bared as little tears clung to his lashes. But he still shook his head, making Minho growl, watching him struggle and try his god damned hardest to get them both off. He’d ended up tucking his face into Minho’s neck, nipping at his throat between needy whines and pleased purring. A few more pathetic movements later he leaned back, plopping awkwardly onto the bed much to Minho’s delight. “If you’d just let me take care of you in the first place-” He pulled his legs up, hooking them under his arms before fucking himself in deep, feeling that gush of slick he found himself obsessing over. 

“I jus’ wanted to make you feel good- ” Jisung whined, sparkles in the corner of his vision when Minho angled his hips just right. 

“Know what would really make me feel good?” The alpha had leaned down into his space, their noses bumping as he spoke and Han just stared at him, wide eyes crossed just to look at him. Then Minho moved up, bearing his throat to him, beyond pleased when he felt teeth dig into him. Jisung held tight to his shoulders and nipped at him, growly little noises escaping him as he felt Minho’s knot swell again. He felt brainless, biting, sucking, feeling himself be stretched and filled and ruined. He dug his heels into Minho’s lower back as he finally caught, grinding inside him before stuttering to an embarrassingly quick halt. The alpha started whimpering, at one point, cumming so much he worried he’d never stop.

“Nn- Too much- ” Han whimpered and squirmed, digging his fingers into anything he could because it was a lot. But the relief it gave him was washing over him in waves, finally bringing him back to something near normal. He was babbling incoherencies and Minho was trying not to hurt him, feeling teeth dig into him any time he shifted or tried to pull away. “Stop moving -” Han growled and Minho listened, that time. 

“You said it was too much…” The alpha huffed, feeling bites turn to kisses. 

“It’s not bad -” Jisung did let Minho sit back, shifting ever so slowly before looking down between them. “It’s just a lot . I mean- Look-” Jisung pushed his fingers over his stomach, a bit more heavy handed than he’d meant to and it made him gasp, hand recoiling like he’d been burned because even the slightest pressure made him feel overstimulated. The way his whole body spasmed and shook made Minho groan, his hips grinding forward on their own, his eyes rolling closed because he really felt so perfect . “ Please- Please-” The little whiny noises he was making, the pawing at his arms to try and get his attention. But his control had long left him, hips grinding, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs as they started to shake. And then one of his hands traveled down, slipping over his mate's stomach, his touch light and tracing. 

“You can fit so much of me though, can’t you…?” Minho finally looked him in the eyes and Jisung stared, the way his pupils were blown again and his mouth was hung open, panting on every breath. He licked his lips, and Jisung felt his whole body shake when he snapped his teeth together and leaned down toward him, pressing their foreheads together. He wasn’t sure when his knot had gone down, all he knew was his alpha was drawing his hips back to fuck back inside him. He didn’t have to see it to know his alpha’s spend was seeping out of him, every harsh, deep thrust forcing it to move and make space for his cock again. “I have such a good omega .” Minho’s voice was a rumbling purr and everything about it made Jisung’s heart throb in his chest. He’d have thanked him for the compliment, but he was stuffed so full he couldn’t spare the breath on speaking. His pace didn’t slow, either, tight, harsh movements that made his body go numb before he found himself gushing so much slick he could feel it soaking the blankets underneath him. “Have more for you , Jisung-ah.” He murmured, and the poor omega felt his head spin when his knot started to swell again. 

Mm-Min- ” Jisung’s voice was officially stifled, back arching harshly as he felt an orgasm rip through him, sudden and intense, almost blinding. He felt his knot catch again and his breath was halted in his throat. 

He’d never been with an alpha, before. He’d based all his knowledge on sex and everything about it on the beta men he’d slept with. Their stamina was low, they didn’t really cum a lot, and they could never keep up with him, especially not when he was in heat- The one time he’d asked for someone's help, they’d ended up leaving him after the second round. He never even really bothered to read up on alphas online, because just the idea of a knot had him stuck in his bed for an hour because of how badly he craved it . And now he had it , and he couldn’t even fucking breathe.

Hannie - Hannie, breathe for me, it’s okay.” Minho’s voice seeped through the blissed out haze he’d fallen into, eyes fluttering open to see his alphas worried face. “I’ll get you to the bath as soon as I can, okay? Sound good?” Minho worried, watching his mate blink at him a few times before he nodded, letting out a little exhale that made Minho sigh in relief. “I did not mean to do that, I swear . ” Minho purred against his neck, leaving kisses there as his knot went down. Jisung had to, he had to push his palm over his stomach again and feel it. His muscles were tight, more full than he’d been before and he wondered if being stuffed like that could have any kind of lasting effects. 

“You’re so hot when you wanna stuff me full of cum.” Jisung whispered, giggling a little when Minho hid himself and whined, embarrassed. “S’okay, whatever my alpha wants.” He smiled and pet the back of his hair, letting him lay like that for a moment before he felt him start to draw his hips back. It was probably the single most disgusting feeling in the world, all the cum leaking out of him. He kept whining, and Minho kept apologizing, rolling him onto his side. 

“I’ll start the water and be right back- Just stay like that.” Minho left him with a rushed kiss, making his way to Han’s bathroom to turn the water on and search frantically for towels. He also spotted some clean sheets in the linen closet and snagged those, hurrying back to his mewling mate. “...Does it feel better, at least? The heat?” Minho asked, and Jisung nodded, managing to sit up, the new angle feeling even more disgusting. 

Please get me in the bath before I get stuck here .” Jisung whined and Minho hurried to pick him up, throwing him over his shoulder with little grace, feeling cum roll over his fingers where he gripped his thigh. He just tried to conceal his embarrassment as best he could, settling his mate into the bath. He was pleased to watch his face relax, eyes closed as he rested his cheek on the edge of the tub. “I did not know how much there would be.” Han sighed, and it turned into a yawn, stretching his legs out as he pushed his arms under his head to act as a pillow. 

“Yeah, I… Sorry .” Minho grabbed a spare towel and wiggled it under his head, watching him give a sleepy little smile as he readjusted. “I’m gonna make you something to eat while we're both… you know.” He’d never felt more awkward , shifting uncomfortably before getting to his feet. 

“I do know- Thank you.” Han smiled, not bothering to open his eyes, just enjoying the pure relaxation he could finally experience. Minho made his way to the bedroom again, hurrying to strip the sheets and blankets off the bed, tossing them away in a ball in the corner. He replaced them with the fresh ones before digging around to find his pants, ending up stealing some pajama pants he must have left behind. 

“Little thief.” He muttered, smiling to himself before moving to the kitchen to start cooking. He dug around for whatever he could find, realizing breakfast food would be the most nutritious, quickest thing to make. “Hey omega !” Minho grinned and looked off toward the bathroom.

Don’t start calling me that now, you bastard! ” Han’s voice was muffled but he could still hear the laugh behind his words.

“Fine, then- Jisung-ah! ” Minho called again, warming some butter in a pan. 

“Lee Know-yah!” His mate called back, and he felt his heart swell in his chest. 

How do you want your eggs ?” He asked, only hearing silence for a second before he got a response. 

Sunny side up, please! ” He called, and Minho nodded to himself, cracking some eggs into the pan he was heating. “ And toast! And bacon! ” He chuckled and dug around in his partners cabinets and fridge for his desired ingredients. “ And I want cheese on ‘em! ” He heard him call again, and he snorted, finding the shredded cheese he so desired. 

“Don’t be picky! ” He pushed the bread into the toaster and threw some bacon into the pan beside his eggs, flinching a little at the sizzle. Jisung didn’t say much else, just a muffled giggle he didn’t quite catch. He stared down at the pan, pushing its contents around with his spatula for a minute. 

He felt bad that this was the way things ended up. No cute dates. No courting rituals. No asking of parents or taking things slowly. Their first time together had been out of necessity, and even though Jisung didn’t mind, Minho felt guilty. Like he should have spoken up and said something sooner. He saw how desperate and pained Jisung was, in heat. And he’d had to bear that alone the entire time he’d known him. How many heat cycles did he cry out for him, when he could have been helping him? 

“Looks yummy .” Jisung hugged his back, a fluffy robe covering his arms, and Minho realized he’d auto-piloted the rest of their dinner. He just nodded and finished buttering the toast he’d made him, placing it on his plate before moving to the table. Han followed behind, waddling with his arms still wrapped around him before Minho made him sit. 

“Make sure you drink this, too.” The alpha dug around in his fridge and produced a few water bottles, stacking them all beside his breakfast and Han just frowned at them, stuffing bacon into his mouth. “Don’t pout. You need it.” He huffed, gathering his own breakfast to sit across the table from him. 

“I know… I’m already dehydrated.” He huffed, cracking a bottle open to start chugging. 

“With all that slick you produce I’m not surprised.” Minho teased, watching Jisung roll his eyes before setting the bottle down. 

“Don’t act like I’m the only one producing in there.” Han grumbled, watching Minho’s cheeks redden. “Yeah, got you there, didn’t I?” He grinned, looking back down at his plate to finish up his meal. 

“That… It just means we’re young and healthy .” Minho nodded, making his partner snort laugh and almost choke on his food, but he managed to swallow it back without incident. He kept laughing, everything feeling so much lighter, Minho staring at his heart shaped smile as he giggled over his silly suggestion.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” Jisung sighed and they ate the rest of the breakfast-dinner in silence, until both of them were done and Minho collected the dishes for them, bringing them to the sink. 

“You better finish that water before you pass out.” Minho looked over his shoulder and watched Jisung’s head bobbing, half empty bottle in his grip before he blinked and brought it to his lips again. 

“Yeah…” He mumbled, letting Minho put the cap on it for him before taking them all back into the bedroom. When he returned, Jisung already had his cheek squished to the table, eyes closed, so relaxed he didn’t want to even disturb him. But he figured waking up with a sore back wouldn’t be the greatest thing for his omega, so he scooped him up and carried him back to his bed, nestling him in between some pillows and blankets and one of Minho’s hoodies. And then he hesitated, because should he even sleep in here? 

They’d only just… Mated . Gotten together. He already felt horrible for rushing things like he did. He was the first person to agree that some things had to happen out of necessity- But this wasn’t a necessity. He just wanted to curl up beside him, nuzzle into his throat and stay there for all eternity. He blinked the thought away before hurrying out, locking the door from the inside before making his way to the living room. He found himself a cozy spot on the couch, tugging a throw blanket on top of himself before finally letting himself relax. He was dead asleep before he knew it. 

 

Minho woke up hard . In more ways than one. He felt like he had a fever and a hangover all at once, his head pounding so hard he rushed to the bathroom in case he was going to puke- Which he didn’t, luckily. Just gripped the porcelain and prayed to whoever was listening to not let him be sick. He barely even had time to realize he was rock fucking hard in his pajama pants, too sick and dizzy to care about it. And he did worry for a while if he was ill. If he’d caught some weird illness and could possibly spread it to his mate- 

His mate. He’s all alone in there. 

“...sung-ah.” Minho mumbled, stumbling over himself to get to the bedroom door, rattling the handle a few times before he remembered he’d locked it. He halted, pressing his ear to the door, sighing when he didn’t hear anything. No whining, no pained whimpers. He was probably still sleeping. He let his forehead rest against the door before heading out into the kitchen, figuring he should start making them some breakfast. He just hoped his omega would be coherent enough when he woke to eat it. He spotted the time on Jisung’s stove. 

3:39. There’s no way it’s the middle of the night.

And yet, it was. He realized that by glancing out the window to the dark blue night, illuminated by street lights and the very rare passing car. And he felt like this? Nausea rolled over him again but he stayed put, gripping the kitchen counter. Once his world stopped spinning he took a breath, heading back over to his makeshift bed. He pushed his arm over his eyes and whined, trying to ignore the way he felt. What if he was sick? What if he couldn’t help Jisung with his heat anymore? 

Jisung. Mate. My mate. He’s all alone in there .

Those thoughts cycled through his head over and over and over, the same thing, the same dizzying worry that his omega had to be in pain without him there. That he was unsafe if he was alone. As if there were any danger in his locked bedroom. He’d gotten up at some point, just standing in front of his door, staring. He felt possessed, a low growl constant in his throat.

He’d be okay if he waited and listened. If he heard anything strange he could simply bust the door down. In reality there was most likely a key somewhere but he didn’t have the brains to think about that. He just stared, stuck in the dark, bending down to gather some of Jisung’s discarded clothes. He blinked a few times and he was pressed against the door, his breath turning into heavy panting, because he needed to see him

He’s sleeping, that wouldn’t be fair- But he’s all alone in there.

Instead he backed off again, padding over to the kitchen, clothes in his fist. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to do, but he flicked the sink on and stuffed his head under, gulping down water like he’d not had a drink in days. And then he tried biting it . Why ? He snapped his teeth through warm water and lifted his head, tongue lolling out, drool leaking down against stainless steel. He finally realized this illness he felt was his rut- But it had never felt like this.  

He needed to sink his fucking teeth into something, someone, his mate , just his mate he’s all alone in there. He looked back at the door but forced his feet to stay where they were, scared now because he was starting to really lose it. He heard himself growl again, stopping himself as he plopped down on the ground and forced his pants down. He’d forgotten how hard he was- His knot was already swelling, somehow. That had never happened before. 

Shit .” He breathed, staring down at it, panting, drooling, before he tore whatever clothes he’d stolen in half and bit down on it. His scent was overwhelming, he could taste him, squeezing his eyes shut as he let out a pitiful whine. He was glad it was muffled, because the last thing he wanted was to wake his mate up and let him see him like this. He stopped the he’s all alone in there train of thought before it could cycle again and wrapped the remainder of the torn clothes around his fist, then his fist around his cock, drool soaking through the fabric in his mouth as he finally squeezed down on his knot. His hips bucked and he felt tears sting his eyes, panting breaths muffled as he kept a tight grip on himself and came, too fast, too hard, so fucking much . His head smacked the kitchen cabinets behind him and his heels slid against the tile, grip impossibly tight on his knot to try and just pretend it was his mate. Maybe he could trick himself and get his self control back. His hips kept bucking, a low growl in his throat. He blinked a few times, tears on his cheeks as he felt his own spend slide over his fingers and soak the fabric he’d jerked himself with. 

But it just wasn’t enough. 

He needed him, he’d never felt desperation like that before, his gut burning as his feet slipped uselessly on the tile and he keened. He shut his eyes again, brows knit together as he tried and failed to get to his feet, slipping in his own semen and he’d have been embarrassed if anyone was around to see him. His whimpering was pitiful and he fucked into his hand again, thinking maybe he had it that time, both hands tight over his cock but it still felt wrong . Incomplete. His drool had completely covered Jisung’s scent on the clothes he’d jammed into his mouth, so he spat it out and groaned. 

...alpha?

His eyes flew open and he stared at the shadow looking down at him, watched it get closer, watched it turn into his mate as it turned to present itself to him, perfectly in position for him to mount. He dropped the cloth he’d been holding and reached out to pull on him, guiding his hips back, his hole already slick and ready for him. He had no time to be embarrassed, no time to think about it or be gentle. He pulled him down onto his cock, bucking his hips a few times before jamming his swollen knot inside him and losing it. 

He’d experienced some intense orgasms in his lifetime, knotted a few betas, knotted Jisung, but this was different. He’d never felt release like this, satisfaction so complete. He ended up on top of him, somehow. His chest was pressed to his omega’s back, hips bucking wildly as he fucked him with his knot and listened to the strained little noises his poor mate was making. It’s okay, I’ll breed you, baby- He’d grabbed hold of his wrists and held them down to the kitchen tile, looking down at his partner as Han babbled things Minho didn’t have the capacity to understand. He watched his own drool drip down over his back, and he knew he was baring his teeth. He leaned hurriedly to bite down on his shoulder, drawing blood, growling as he finally fucked his knot into him for a final time. His cock was nestled deep inside him, pulling his mouth away just to moan as his omega’s insides seized around him. He bit down again, then again, and again, making his way down his arm. His canines left little red spots where they’d broken his skin, and he finally heard Jisung and understood what he was saying. 

“. ..so good, breed me so well, alpha, give it to me- ” Jisung choked on his words and Minho slumped, letting up the killer grip he had on his wrists. He brushed his thumbs over them, slowly coming back into his body. “ ...have all your pups, so many…” Jisung’s brainless babbling was doing something to Minho’s brain but instead of let it take him over again, he covered his mouth with his hand, feeling slick gush around his knot as he did so. He felt his insides spasm again, thighs shaking where they pressed against Minho’s, slick dripping audibly onto the tile. He waited, eyes shut against Jisung’s shoulder, before his knot went down and he could pull out again. There was another rush of slick, another pleased cry from his omega as just sliding out of him brought him to orgasm. And then they were silent, for the most part, extricating themselves from each other before Minho scooted to a clean spot on the floor and pulled Jisung into his lap. 

“I tried not to wake you up.” Minho whispered, petting his hair while Jisung snuggled into him, tight against his chest, 

“I wish you would have- I could have helped you before you got so out of it…” Jisung slid a hand over his chest and rubbed comforting circles over it, stopping when Minho slid his hand over his knuckles. 

“But your heat - You need rest, I can’t just wake you up for no reason.” He mumbled, and Jisung pulled back, glaring at him. He instantly felt guilty, bowing his head at the expression his omega was making at him. 

“It’s not just my heat anymore, Minho.” Jisung huffed, snuggling back into him. “I need my alpha to need me too .” He whispered, and Minho kissed his hair, rubbing his arm. 

I do .” He whispered back, feeling him snuggle impossibly closer. “I really fucking do.” He let out a shuddering breath, heart thundering at the little chuffing sounds his omega was making to try and comfort him. “I just don’t- Losing myself like that isn’t right .” He breathed, feeling Jisung shake his head. 

“It is , though. My omega craves that just like your alpha does.” Jisung admitted, feeling hands thread through his hair and try to brush the bedhead away. “So, wake me up next time. Or I’ll be really angry.” Jisung’s threat was empty, but he hoped he got the point across. 

“...fine. I’ll try not to, though.” Minho huffed, patting his butt a little, helping him wiggle onto his lap even more. 

“And sleep in my bed with me- What’s your problem, huh?” Jisung sounded annoyed, making Minho smile and shut his eyes. 

“I didn’t want to be intrusive.” He shrugged, feeling his omega shift a little. He held his ass again, squeezing as he pulled him closer. 

“...You know your dick was just being intrusive to my-” Han was cut off by Minho’s free hand covering his mouth.

Alright! ” He scoffed, chuckling before letting him go, both of them giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. “You’re really not… hurt? Angry?” Minho worried for a moment, because he had made him bleed, but the teeth marks were already bruising, no more blood left on his tanned skin. 

“Course not. I haven’t ever come that hard in my fucking life .” Jisung giggled, wriggling around until he decided to get up, pulling his alpha up with him. “Now bed , before we both get bad backs from sleeping on cummy tile .” He pulling him along, Minho sparing a final glance back at his mess. 

“Ew.” He wrinkled his nose and let Jisung pull him into the bedroom. 

“I’ll mop it up in the morning, it’s fine.” He chuckled, shutting the door behind them. 

“You’re not lifting a finger in the morning.” 

“Fine, you do it then. Service alpha. ” 

Gladly .” 

Notes:

man im not a big fan of the pregnancy talk but SOMETIMES???? it just hits dont it 🤌

PUT A BABY IN EM LINO!!! (My twt is @gh0st6unny )

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