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The first time Hyunjin meets Jisung, they get into a fight.
Jisung is an unpresented, young, arrogant thing that clings to Bang Chan’s side. He smells like nothing, has such a small presence, and is such an awkward fucking loser…
Yet he stands tall next to Chan’s side and stares Hyunjin down with cold, critical eyes. Like he means something. Like he’s worth something.
Hyunjin can’t fucking stand him from the get go. The young rapper probably thinks Hyunjin’s not worth joining the team. Probably thinks that because Hyunjin is an omega that he won't be any benefit to the group other than a pretty face to draw people’s attention. His eyes are so cutting and judgmental it makes him seethe.
Hyunjin hasn’t argued or butt heads with someone so much in his whole life. He doesn’t understand it, doesn’t understand how such a person could get under his skin so much. He’s nothing, really, if Hyunjin gives him two seconds of thought. Han Jisung means nothing to him.
Maybe if someone so flawed and imperfect didn’t comment on Hyunjin’s mistakes, he’d be okay with the criticisms. Bang Chan lets Jisung get away with so much, so many unnecessarily underhanded comments that Hyunjin would snap his teeth at. He hates Han Jisung.
They debut together despite it all.
Hyunjin and Jisung act as professionally as they possibly can together under the public eye and then are at each other's throats when they go home to the dorm together. There’s a lot of stern, angry sit downs, a lot of talks, a lot of eyes rolled and hateful, hurtful words spat back and forth.
Then they move into two separate dorms. They’ve gotten better. Hyunjin thinks it’s because of the pack itself. It’s hard to argue or snap at each other surrounded by six other bondmates that soothe the tension between them.
They get better. Slowly. Day by day. It’s good, Hyunjin can think about Jisung fondly, can hang around him nicely, joke around and have fun.
And then Jisung presents.
Thankfully it’s during a month-long break.
Hyunjin is sitting out on the couch with Chan and Changbin when Jisung slams through the front door of their dorm in a rush of gasping, heavy breaths, sweat, and a sudden wall of cloyingly sweet pheromones filling the room so fast he feels dizzy.
Hyunjin doesn’t remember that day very well, between the clamor of the two alphas immediately rushing over to Jisung to help him with his stuff and his clothes and the sudden tears that burst out of Jisung.
It is the most ungraceful presentation Hyunjin can remember though. Hard to say he can recall any of the other members presenting and then going straight into a panic attack like Han Jisung had.
It had made Jisung’s first heat worse, so much stress all at once on his body. And as much as Hyunjin still enjoys seeing Jisung struggle from time to time, this was enough to have his omega on edge, instincts sharp and nauseating over a packmate in distress.
Jisung has always struggled with his anxiety, something rooted deeper in him than Hyunjin knows. What’s scary is that he doesn’t think even Chan has figured out how to dig up how deep Jisung’s emotions go. It’s only something they catch a glimpse of when it gets really bad, anxiety attacks that seemingly come out of nowhere.
Like now. Fucking now when the young boy is just presenting. Now when he should be happy and relaxed and safe with his pack. It sits wrong with Hyunjin, Jisung’s distress when he’s back in the dorm.
He’s glad that Chan was there, having their pack alpha help Jisung was the best thing possible, yet Hyunjin paced outside of Jisung’s room for hours at a time, even waking up one time with his back propped against the wall, legs stretched out into the hallway and a blanket covering him up to his shoulders that hadn’t been there before.
He listened to the two alphas fuck Jisung through the worst of his heat. How Jisung would gasp and whine and moan between the slick, wet slapping of skin on skin, low, satisfied growls of alphas when their knots finally locked, the way Jisung would sob when they had to pull out, only soothed when the other alpha waiting his turn would push in right after.
It wasn’t typical for omegas to be so drawn towards other omegas.
Of course it wasn’t unheard of either though. There were plenty of same-dynamic relationships around, but people often doubted them. They’re just playing around, letting off steam, nothing serious because instincts won’t settle for it, could never be a true pair.
But Hyunjin can’t deny that the reason he’s sitting in his own slick outside of Jisung’s door isn’t because he’s jealous of getting fucked by their two alphas, getting a nice fat cock stuffed into him. It’s Jisung. His pheromones, the scent of his slick, the keening, high noises he makes when he’s feeling good.
Omega.
Hyunjin wants him. He wants to make Jisung feel good, wants to have him crying and begging on his cock like that too, clinging to him and gushing slick around his cock every time he bottoms out and stuffs his length in deep enough to make Jisung’s belly swell.
Hyunjin plays his omega part dutifully. He brings them water and food and when Jisung isn’t snarling at him for being too close to the shitty nest he tried to make, Hyunjin brings him warmed, wet washcloths to scrub himself off with.
The end of his first heat is just as difficult as it had started. Jisung is not used to the swing of hormones, the sharp highs and lows and mood swings. One time Hyunjin comes in after Chan has Jisung locked onto his knot, both of them passed out while Changbin is off in the shower.
Hyunjin reaches out to brush the alpha’s hair off his face, try to wipe Chan down to keep him cooled off and then suddenly there’s a hand at his throat, a snarl that raises the hair on the back of his neck, and Hyunjin being shoved back so hard he lands on his ass on the floor. Jisung immediately curls up over top of Chan, teeth bared and small body trying to completely cover the sleeping alpha.
Hyunjin can’t help it, his omega rears up at the challenge. How dare this puny fucking omega challenge him? The fucking nerve? To try and bitch at him over his alpha that he had first.
Hyunjin hopes his pheromones are sour, bitter acid in Jisung’s mouth as he lunges for him, scruffing the new omega, hoping his fingers leave bruises on the back of his neck, that his nails draw blood. He should bite the unruly, smarmy pup that has barely just presented and show him just what–
Jisung’s eyes immediately soften in clarity, the hard, dark dilation of his pupils shining before bubbling over with tears. The waterworks are so sudden and Jisung’s face gets so red before he trills, upset and distressing.
“Hyunjin,” he whimpers, looking up at him with something Hyunjin can’t pin as anything other than pity, “I’m sor–”
It startles him, the way his omega immediately lets go of the challenge. Jisung goes from a threatening omega, one he needs to put down for his alpha, into his omega. That’s his omega, upset at him, needing comfort. His. His. His.
The breath that blows out of Hyunjin is guilty, heavy in his throat before he offers his scent glands in his wrists to Jisung, rubs them over the crying boy’s face, down his neck, shhing him even while Chan stirs under them, finally roused by the two omegas once again causing a ruckus.
Changbin comes back in a hurry from his shower, and Hyunjin sort of loses the hold on his memory from there. Jisung’s first heat was so messy, so odd, so strange to him. After that one incident, Hyunjin hasn’t missed even one of Jisung’s heats.
He should have known something shifted then. Should have sensed how his omega changed towards Jisung, but it’s so hard to think on and pin down instincts when you’re living them in the moment.
Hyunjin doesn’t think about it. Jisung becomes a staple in their already strong group of eight. Another omega seamlessly folded into their pack.
Jisung takes to being an omega about as well as expected though. Which is, not at all.
He’s still as abrasive as usual. He’s awkward, hates being around people, sucks at kissing ass in the public eye. He sticks close to packmates, keeps his mouth shut, and glares and stares at people when they try to talk to him.
It doesn’t bother Hyunjin any and most certainly it has no lasting effects on the alphas on the pack. Chan and Minho and Changbin all fall into their own proper instincts to take care of, pamper, provide.
Jisung takes almost every night out now with Minho to get dinner, comes back smelling happy and full and heavily scented by the alpha.
It shouldn’t bother Hyunjin as much as it does. But his instincts squirm under his skin, tell him to greet Jisung at the door and scent him all over, reclaim the other omega.
Unfortunately, Jisung takes Hyunjin’s staring and sour scent personally. One night he comes home, doesn’t even finish getting his shoes off and glares in Hyunjin’s direction with a wrinkle of his nose before grumbling, “What?”
Hyunjin prickles immediately. This rude little brat. He snaps right back, goes back to his phone like he was minding his business and says, “What?”
“Why do you keep looking at me like that? I haven’t even done anything to you?” Jisung’s other shoe gets tossed into the messy pile of sneakers and boots in the entrance. To Hyunjin it sounds like he throws it on purpose as hard as he can.
“I haven’t even said anything to you!” Hyunjin shoots a glare over the back of the couch, slumps down into the pillows with a moody huff.
“You don’t have to, your face is doing all the talking.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
Jisung has stomped his way over to Hyunjin, stands in front of him with a stupid scowl on his cute, dumb face, and oozes Minho’s pheromones all over him.
Hyunjin’s omega flips. It’s a challenge, he’s being challenged again. By this little runt of an omega, by the other alpha.
He doesn’t remember actually grabbing Jisung, but between one eye roll and the next hissing breath, Hyunjin and Jisung are on the floor, grappling at each other, bruising fingers, pulled hair, sharp teeth.
They’ve started fighting more like this, more physical altercations in the recent months. At first Hyunjin chalked it up to their hormones getting in sync, their heat cycles were so off from each other, their omegas were trying to get used to one another.
That weird, possessive thing always rears its head when Hyunjin comes out on top; out of breath, sore, sometimes with a bruise or bleeding somewhere, with Jisung pinned down under him. His omega pinned down into the carpet, where he belongs, taken, claimed.
Hyunjin’s instincts purr with dark satisfaction after a fight, every single time, because he gets to see Jisung with his marks on him for the next few days, bruises that he left, scratches from his own nails and bites.
Yes. Yes, that’s his omega, unruly, taken, claimed, showed his place. Hyunjin’s omega paces and rants and howls in his head every time he sees Jisung the next day coming out of the shower in just a towel and he gets to witness the full aftermath of their spats on Jisung’s tanned skin.
He’s interested in Han Jisung. He’ll admit that much. But if he goes around saying that he likes Jisung, or likes being around him, likes hanging out with him, likes meeting up for dinner at night with him, likes being home when Jisung comes slumping through the front door from a long day producing… Hyunjin won’t say. He can’t.
So in the public eye, he hides the attraction with biting words, rough jabs, all the stereotypical headbutting that pack omegas do. Because they’re both omegas. They’re both always going to be competing for their alphas. It’s in their instincts.
Except… Jisung hasn’t ever been one in tuned with being a proper omega.
Jisung growls in peoples faces, turns his nose up at interested alphas that pass him in the hallway or who offer to take him out for dinner sometime. Jisung doesn’t make nests that are worth anything. Jisung doesn’t go around aggressively scent marking the alphas in their pack. Jisung doesn’t hiss at Hyunjin anymore.
No. Now that they’ve spent years together, under the same dorm roof, eating together, showering together, sleeping in the same beds sometimes, Jisung has changed. He’s no longer that rude, abrasive little monster that Hyunjin wanted to bite into submission.
Jisung latches onto Hyunjin for cuddles any chance he can get, leers in his face, leans in for kisses when the cameras are on, flirts just as hard as Changbin and Minho sometimes. It’s throwing Hyunjin off his game, and he can’t continue to keep up the ‘I can’t stand you but I’ll tolerate you’ act.
The first sign something is wrong is two weeks into promotion schedules, right after Hyunjin’s heat has finished.
They’re at a broadcast station today, have been up since 4 am, getting ready, preparing for interviews and pre-recordings and soundchecks and rehearsals. 6 pm creeps up on them before they know it, and Hyunjin is tired.
The rest of his packmates seem to be in a similar state, laid out in their breakroom on various couches and chairs and inflatable mattresses strewn around in the backstage resting areas. Though a quick headcount spots Jisung and Minho missing. Hyunjin curiously takes note of it, wonders if they might have gone to the bathroom together or went to say hello to the other idols that were here for the broadcasting as well. Maybe off to film a few challenges for Tiktok, there's so many different faces around here, it's good networking and socialization for them.
Except, when it goes two hours without sighting of either of them, Hyunjin starts to worry. He blames it on his omega, still sensitive to where his pack is at all times, fresh out of a heat. He’s always been a little sensitive right after, needing everyone close.
Hyunjin finds Chan, tells him he’s going to take a walk for a moment to clear his head, get some air. The normal rush of satisfaction doesn’t come when Chan smiles at him and ruffles his hair, ending in a scenting squeeze at the nape of his neck. His omega still paces around under his skin.
“As long as you’ve got your phone on you, we’ll be good. Text if you get lost.” Chan waves him off.
So off Hyunjin goes.
He gives a few polite smiles and nods and quick bows to the people and idols he passes. There’s a lot of noise and scents and bodies back here. It’s near impossible to catch onto any one specific scent to follow it, but somehow Hyunjin picks up Minho’s alpha. It’s faint, but strong enough to catch around the corner.
Minho’s scent usually doesn’t flare like this unless he’s got Jisung on his arm, the possessive bastard. He’ll let his pheromones ooze out and waft around Jisung even when he’s just in the same proximity, like a warning mask to any other people that seem to want to talk to the introverted omega.
It’s never felt like a challenge to any of their pack, though. It’s natural to smell the alphas on the omegas, always some small claim on the pack. This is… different. This feels a bit more charged, warm, rich.
Hyunjin expects to whip around the corner and find Jisung easily chatting with another group of people while Minho lingers like an evil spirit behind him with his dark alpha eyes and a tight hand on Jisung’s waist, as he is often found at default.
He’s not expecting to find Jisung with his back against the wall, Minho crowded between his legs and his tongue down Jisung’s throat.
“Jesus– come on guys–” he hisses.
Minho pulls away from Jisung only far enough to speak and Hyunjin doesn’t miss the glisten of drool connecting their lips still. Minho’s eyes are darker than usual, lust evident on his face even from Hyunjin’s distance. It calls to him though, without Minho having to say anything.
Hyunjin wordlessly obeys the silent demand for him to come closer. He comes within arms reach before Minho takes him by the elbow, a bit rudely and too rough, and hauls him the rest of the distance.
Hyunjin is about to snip at the alpha, chastise him for his manners and for possibly leaving a bruise on him, but all of a sudden Hyunjin’s got his nose in Jisung’s throat and a bloom of omega slick that floods his senses. Sweet, cloying heat.
“Watch him,” Minho growls, holding Hyunjin tightly still.
Hyunjin who can only blink wide eyes at Jisung, who is practically melting into the wall, needy, grabby hands pawing at Minho’s clothes, and now Hyunjin’s clothes too, whining and moaning softly.
Heat.
He’s– Jisung is going into heat.
Now of all fucking times.
Hyunjin bites back a curse. He’s ready to turn and ask Minho what they’re going to do, only he’s being shoved into Jisung’s front, the alpha’s strong hands on his hips, his waist, the middle of his back, the back of his neck, shoving, pushing, pushing, pushing. Fuck–
Hyunjin groans, arms snaking around Jisung’s waist and pulling him close, unable to help the way his hips buck forward as Jisung presses bodily into him with a moan of his own. He smells so good, feels perfect on him, under him.
Hyunjin’s teeth fit against Jisung’s scent gland, nipping and sucking as slick leaks into his pants. Someone behind him is talking, talking over Jisung’s pretty moans and whines for him. He’d growl about it, if his mind wasn’t too fogged up with the alpha’s grip scruffing him, keeping his mouth fit against Jisung’s nape.
He’s squeezed again, rough bite of nails against his skin sharpening his focus.
“Hwang Hyunjin, did you hear me?” Minho grumbles behind him. Hyunjin can feel the alpha’s cock against his ass just as clearly as he can feel Jisung’s slick soaking the top of his thigh.
“Watch Jisung. Don’t go anywhere. I have to get Chan-”
“Nngh- Cell. Pocket. Chan knows,” Hyunjin hikes his thigh up in the same breath as he licks up the underside of Jisung’s chin, making the omega sob, a pleased shiver wracking his whole oversensitive little body.
Hyunjin isn’t too aware of Minho when the alpha’s hands leave his body. It’s one last alpha-like squeeze to the back of his neck, a sweeping pat-down of Hyunjin’s pockets before his phone gets pulled out, and that’s it.
Hyunjin trusts his alpha to take care of the rest, Minho’s reliable like that.
Hyunjin can focus on Jisung now. His omega.
His.
His.
Their heats should have synced up.
It’s so close now that Hyunjin is sure that the next cycle or maybe by the second next, they’ll be on the same schedule. His omega purrs at the thought, sharing a heat cycle with Jisung, keeping him in his nest while they leak and squirm against each other.
Almost like now. But now there’s too many clothes in the way. Too many other scents in the surrounding air. Too much clamor and noise. His omega paces in his head. This place isn’t good enough for his darling little omega. Not good enough for his baby’s heat. Too many things that could distract him, too many things that could take him away.
Hyunjin’s hands take Jisung by the waist, grip a bruising squeeze on him, hard enough that it might hurt if Jisung wasn’t literally brain drunk on hormones and endorphins. Instead the pain makes Jisung’s head knock back loud against the wall as he mewls, humping Hyunjin’s leg, soaking his pants even more.
“Good omega,” Hyunjin pants, the praise all but falling out of him as he licks up Jisung’s neck to the soft, warm place behind his ear, moaning to himself over the scent of Jisung’s heat and his sweat, “messy boy.”
Jisung would jerk against him if he wasn’t being pinned so well, but Hyunjin has him. Hyunjin won’t let go. Even when he can feel Jisung’s knees wobble, the give of his weight as he starts to sag.
Hyunjin has been grabbed and touched by their alphas for so long now, he knows exactly how an alpha should touch an omega, knows just what way to please an omega into feeling good or submitting.
Hyunjin pulls a hand from Jisung’s perfect, snappable waist and shoves it down the back of Jisung’s pants under the fake intent of keeping him from falling to the floor. His fingers are immediately wet, slipping against skin with slick when he takes one of Jisung’s full cheeks and squeezes.
Just from that, the angle he has, the grip he holds, the tip of his finger slips inside of the omega. Hyunjin has never been so hard in his whole life.
“Wish I could fuck you right here baby,” Hyunjin grinds his finger in deeper, no resistance, just the tinny whine Jisung lets out and the gush of slick.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, a growl just under his tongue as he sucks a mark on the underside of Jisung’s jaw. The way the other omega drops his head back against the wall and moans Hyunjin can taste it through the vibrations.
Heat pheromones pulse off Jisung in waves, an ooze of satisfaction and comfort, trust that Jisung could let himself go. If Hyunjin were in any clearer headspace he might just swoon about it. It’s rare to get such a reaction from another omega so easily. If he could think on it, Hyunjin is sure his omega would croon and inflate with ego.
As it is, he can’t focus on anything except the sweet, lithe omega under him, hot between his body and the wall. Ready for his heat. Ready to be taken and bred.
He squeezes in another finger and the way Jisung’s slick oozes around his fingers and soaks his hand makes Hyunjin’s knees feel weak. There’s a heavy knot in his stomach, wet hot between his own legs and absolutely ruining the pants he’s in.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of Jisung right now, gutting that pretty omega cunt and making him scream for everyone that walks by this hallway. Letting them all know just who this omega belongs to. Letting them all know that an omega can claim another just as well.
Hyunjin isn’t aware of the whine he lets out, or how loud he is. He doesn’t realize how into his head he’s let himself get, how unaware of his surroundings he is. The mess of slick from both himself and Jisung has blurred any higher rationale in his head, their scents muddling together so thick.
He doesn’t notice the clatter of footsteps coming closer. Doesn’t register the new alpha scent overtop his and Jisung’s stronger omegas.
The angle doesn’t allow it, but he’s trying to force it, to get three fingers into Jisung to get into him deeper, give him a better stretch. It’s when Jisung licks across his cheek, whimpering to him, that a hand lands solid on Hyunjin’s shoulder, a thumb offensively high and too possessive and intimate on the back of his neck.
A snarl catches in his throat, ripped out of him with the threat of an alpha coming to take away what’s rightfully his.
It’s pack, he realizes, too late. He’s already made an ass out of himself, being so rude as to spit back at whoever is–
Alpha.
Chan.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m not trying to take him from you,” Chan coos at him, a deep, rumbling noise from in the alpha’s chest, a comfort that only his Pack Alpha could give, “you two can’t do this here. Let’s get you back home, yeah? Can get him in your nest where he’s supposed to be, right?”
Chan’s thumb sweeps across the back of Hyunjin’s neck, tracing the scarred pack bond bite that lays there at the top of his spine. The comfort of it almost knocks Hyunjin to his knees. If it weren’t for Jisung’s hands gripping him painfully tight against his waist, humping his leg with a frustrated sob.
Hyunjin presses Jisung into the wall with the crush of his bodyweight, scenting at his jawline again to try and ease him. Jisung is only getting more frantic the longer he’s like this, left out in the open and riled up. Fuck- damn it, Chan is right. Hyunjin needs to–
“I-I can’t–” Hyunjin swallows. He’s completely locked up, every instinct in his omega telling him to keep the other omega under him, to pull his clothes off, get to more skin, take and take and take. He can’t move.
“It’s okay. I got you, you’re okay,” Chan’s voice gets closer before the heat of his body presses up against the full of Hyunjin’s back.
There’s the press of lips on the back of his neck, against the bite Chan gave him years ago. Fingers trace against the back of his shoulder and down his arm which goes into Jisung’s pants. Hyunjin doesn’t mean to, but he jerks back into Chan with a pitiful little growl, pulling Jisung bodily with him.
He wants Chan’s help, wants to get Jisung home, but he doesn’t want Chan to touch. Can’t stand the thought of anyone touching Jisung right now, pack or not. It makes his skin itch, a fire that rings in his ears, makes his teeth ache so hard he could imagine the taste of blood.
Hyunjin’s fingers are pulled out of Jisung by Chan’s guiding hold on his wrist, a thumb pressed firmly into the scent gland in his wrist. An ache as it’s held with a bruising strength.
Jisung’s arms whip around Hyunjin’s shoulders in an instant, and when Chan steps back, a solid arm around Hyunjin’s waist to pull him back too, Jisung follows naturally. Away from the wall with a whine.
“Right. That’s it. My good boys,” Chan mumbles.
There’s more clamor, a mess of feet, scents. Hyunjin is still trying to see past Jisung and finds it hard to pull his eyes away.
Jisung and his messy hair, dark and swept into his face, dotted wet with sweat on his hairline. The heavy curve of his lashes, hooded eyes, a heat haze that has his pretty brown eyes blown wide, barely recognizing what’s in front of him. The heavy pink blush that smudges across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
Hyunjin should concentrate on what's going on around them, he knows he should be more level headed instead of letting his omega smooth out any higher decision making thoughts. He just can’t move his legs, from the ache that settles in his hips, body betraying him.
Jisung is still clinging to him and huffing against his face, sweaty and hot and smelling like slick and Hyunjin, but there’s hands on him now. Not Hyunjin’s. Changbin’s grip on the back of Jisung’s little neck, Seungmin’s hands through his hair…
Hyunjin would growl about it, too many pack members touching his omega, but then there’s Felix. Felix who cups Hyunjin’s face and scents him with his wrist, kisses against his jawline, purring against his side while Chan continues to hold him from behind. His Innie that hovers on the sidelines of their little huddle of bodies, but Hyunjin can feel his hand gripping Hyunjin’s shirt.
“No one’s taking him from you, Hyunjin. Gonna take him home for you, okay?” Felix coos at him again, and Hyunjin all but melts between the reassurance and Jisung’s body heat pressed all over the front of him. It’s hard to argue like this.
So he just nods, a limp roll of his head as he tucks his face down, breathes Jisung in and bites gently against the omega’s neck to hear him moan, feel him soak his pants more, release more of that addicting scent into the air.
He realizes too late that they’re out in public. Probably surrounded by staff, their coworkers, managers and idols that might whisper and talk. Hyunjin is grateful that he doesn’t really remember the trip to the cars, and he’s too keyed up to bother caring if anyone could tell that it was Jisung that was all over him.
Hyunjin holds Jisung tight, not letting go until there’s hands in his hair, at his shoulders, the back of his neck.
When he picks his head up, he realizes they’re in his room.
Jisung is still plastered against his front, idly humping at his hip, wet, warm mouth suckling at his collarbones, his jaw, the side of his neck. Hyunjin doesn’t think he’s stopped the purr in his chest for a while.
His nest is untouched, just out of reach right where he’d last shoved it. A barely layable spot between his closet and the biggest dresser that sits on that wall. It’s easily accessible, but still secluded enough that his omega doesn’t feel threatened by the wide open room. It’s been a while to get comfortable to having an open nest, for years he’d trap himself into the closet or under a bed if he could wiggle under it.
It just left trouble for the pack when he joined them, and decided to start sharing his heats with the members. A slow process to relearn that being an omega in heat wasn’t something to be so guarded against, wasn’t a threat or a bad thing.
He’s thankful that he can just as easily pull Jisung over to the side of the room and lay him out in his nest without having to move anything or crawl under something. Jisung’s nests are still like that, his current being an impossibly tight squeeze under his own bed. No one can fit under there.
This nest smells like pack though. It’s fresh with Hyunjin’s recent heat that ended. He’d forgotten to take most of the things out to wash. Hyunjin hated having to deal with the last lingering days at the end of his heats still keyed up with hormones, tearing up a nest. It felt bad.
It’s like Jisung knows he’s in a safe spot now, as he unlatches from Hyunjin and wiggles around under him. He stretches his arms, testing the give of the edges of the nest, twists and moves to scent the clothes and blankets and jackets that are under him, rub his own scent into them with his cheek and arms.
A fond laugh gets stuck in Hyunjin’s chest, watching the omega roll around in the nest and leave his own mark.
Hyunjin crawls in after, roaming hands on Jisung’s hips, his waist, up to his chest. The heavy petting makes Jisung still, relaxing back into the nest with a shaky sigh. Their eyes meet, and Hyunjin can see Jisung struggling to keep himself lucid through the haze of his heat.
Hyunjin bends down to press a kiss to his cheek, up to his temple, one more over his eyebrow. His own omega purrs, content and happy to have Jisung under him, all to himself.
“It’s okay, Jisungie,” Hyunjin carefully pushes back Jisung’s bangs, out of his eyes and off his face, “You can let go, I got you. I’ll take care of it.”
“Hyunjin,” the omega under him whines, arms coming up around him.
How can he not? How could he possibly resist? A coo bubbles up in his chest, and he feels heat break out across his skin when he releases a wave of pheromones as he leans into Jisung, aggressively scenting him. Integrating the omega as a part of his nest, another pretty thing to safely tuck away into the piles of soft clothes and blankets and scent of pack.
It’s natural, the way he gets Jisung’s clothes off. Jisung tries to tuck the clothes into the nest too, but Hyunjin can still smell the venue and other people on them, stylists and makeup and strangers on the threads that make him toss Jisung’s clothes completely across the room and out of reach.
Of course, the omega in heat takes that wrong. He whines and cries about it, interrupted in his nest making, despite it not even being his nest. Hyunjin doesn’t point that out. He doesn’t want to upset Jisung any further than he’s already working himself up to be.
It feels right, once Hyunjin has the both of them completely naked and against one another. His omega settles, a happy, warm thing that curls in his chest knowing he has Jisung against every point of skin contact he can have it, safely tucked into his nest, slick on his fingers.
Fuck– He needs that to change, actually.
It’s difficult, just a little, to start the trail of kisses down Jisung’s chest because the omega won’t stop pulling on his hair, trying to still lick into his mouth for kisses when Hyunjin wants to go down .
He has to take Jisung’s wrists and push them into the soft give of the nest next to his hips, feels his chest ache when Jisung whines and sobs at being denied. He’ll be okay, Hyunjin reminds himself, Jisung is just needy because of the heat. He’ll feel better in just a second, won’t complain when he–
Hyunjin drools into Jisung’s hip, at the sudden wave of slick that gets stronger, Jisung’s heat scent that wafts off the scent glands here at his thighs. It’s overwhelming, the way Jisung’s heat hits him all at once when Hyunjin finally has his face between his legs.
He was planning to take his time, to really make Jisung feel good, maybe tease him a little, make him loud and beg. All that gets thrown out the window the second he laps up a stray line of drying slick on the inside of Jisung’s soft inner thigh.
Jisung’s fists bunch up, yanking hard against Hyunjin’s hold, but unable to break it. His hips jerk, back arching softly, and a sob breaks out into the room, loud and almost pained. Hyunjin shoves his tongue in deeper, can’t remember if he actually gave Jisung any warning that he was going to do that or not…
He laps at the slick that continues to leak out directly on his tongue, muffles his own whine into Jisung’s soft ass and shoulders his legs apart.
“H- Hyunjin-!! Aah- Please- Mnnh pl-please no–”
He curls his tongue, groaning at the mouthful of slick and drool that he swallows, and again when Jisung’s walls clench around his tongue. He keeps the solid grip on Jisung’s wrists, pulling when he starts to squirm away, bracing the sweet omega in place so he can fuck his tongue in deeper.
“-Jin… nnh– plea– n-not–” Jisung gasps and mewls and whines against the roll of his tongue, “knot. Please. Mmmfh. Not enough. Can’t– ah~ Hurts. Hurts, please, please–”
Hyunjin lets Jisung go, but only because he can’t keep his tongue inside of Jisung and also pull open the drawer that keeps a collection of heat toys nearby. A shame, he thinks while licking the last bit of slick left on his lips.
And of course, despite Jisung begging for him to stop, to give him more, once Hyunjin is out of arms reach, no longer touching, Jisung is whining and crying for him to come back. Such a pitiful little omega. Can’t do anything without him.
Hyunjin slinks back into the nest with a calming purr, if only to make Jisung stop clawing at his own thighs, writhing in the nest like his own skin is hurting him.
Hyunjin can’t even remember his first heat, but he knows it probably felt just as miserable. Sometimes it’s better to deal with a first heat alone, so there’s not too many outside scents or sensations to make your heat-fucked brain to cling to.
But Hyunjin can’t help but feel like maybe he’s making this a little more difficult for Jisung by being here.
His omega of course, doesn’t care. It paces in his head, under his skin, coos that he’ll take care of Jisung and his first heat, like the fucking weirdo it is.
Jisung turns over into Hyunjin’s arms when he lays next to him, rolls into his side like a magnet and nuzzles under his chin to pant and sloppily kiss his skin there. Hyunjin thinks about teasing and complaining about Jisung leaving marks that the makeup noonas will absolutely give him hell for, but…
Jisung’s not even being rough with him, soft lips and tongue that work his scent gland at his nape, soaks him wet before he rubs his cheek there. It makes Hyunjin smile to himself, letting Jisung mark him and roll in his scent all he wants.
And anyway, it’s a good distraction to what he’s actually doing.
The knotted dildo he has in his hands is just what Jisung needs. Hyunjin slicks it up with a sweep of his wet fingers, Jisung’s slick coating his thighs enough that there’s a generous amount to go around. And the omega in his arms is none the wiser, purring at the touches of Hyunjin’s soft fingers between his legs, gathering more of the slick to soak the dildo in.
He jumps a bit when the blunt head of the toy presses between his legs, gliding in slippery easy through his thigh gap, brushing just under his balls. Hyunjin kisses him to distract Jisung from pulling back to look, smiling to himself when Jisung melts into the touch, moans pretty for him when he presses his tongue into his mouth.
His heat is still fairly early, but Hyunjin tests the give of Jisung’s entrance with the dildo, guides the blunt tip of it with his fingers to rim at Jisung’s slick. He doesn’t even need to push that hard, simply giving the end of the toy a nudge and the head of it pops into Jisung.
The omega gasps into his kiss, wiggles against him like he’s trying to get away. Hyunjin can’t let him do that, the poor thing will hurt himself. He takes his guiding hand away from between Jisung’s legs and takes him firmly around the waist, squeezing him in a hug when he eases the rest of the toy in to just before the knot.
The claws that dig into Hyunjin’s skin makes him hiss, but he keeps the firm pressure on the toy, grinding it in slow, easy motions inside of Jisung. The omegas voice cracks on every small gasp and whine he makes. It’s difficult to keep the toy still with Jisung squirming though…
“Mnngh– Ah, Hyunjin- ah- ah– ”
Hyunjin tugs the omega in closer, noses at the side of his neck, releases his pheromones to try and calm him down, distract him. A very needed distraction of course before he sinks his teeth into Jisung’s scent gland.
The scream that Jisung lets out would be concerning, if not for the fact that he’s just drenched Hyunjin’s nest and his leg and hand in a gush of slick and squirt. The dildo pops free and flops onto the nest with a sad, wet plap.
Acting quick, Hyunjin doesn’t let the sudden orgasm distract him. His fingers stuff into the omega’s still trembling, clenching tight slit, three at once while he still has Jisung’s skin between his teeth and heat scent clouding his senses.
The gush around his fingers is weak, but soaks him anyway. Hand messy, slicking his palm which he uses to slip against Jisung's small, pulsing cock as he rocks his wrist. The wet schlck schlck schlck as his fingers stir up Jisung’s cunt makes Hyunjin’s mouth water, drool slipping down the omega’s shoulder.
When he finally lets go, lets Jisung flop back with a heaving, desperate breath, Hyunjin eases him onto his back. The toy is just there, in reach, and he takes it in his dry hand to position back against Jisung’s entrance.
He uses his wet hand to hold Jisungs little omega cock out of the way, thumb just under the base to pull apart his soft, flushed lips. The toy sinks inside easily, squelching when it’s back in all the way to the knot, just where it’s supposed to be yet again.
It might be the stretch, or being filled up while still shaking with sensitivity, but the thrust makes Jisung sob. His arm flings across his face, moves down to cover his mouth while his other arm flings up over his head, fingers clawing at the nest.
Good omega, Hyunjin thinks. Spreading himself open for him to see, hands out of the way, taking what he’s given.
He bends in to get closer, tongue sweeping a trail up the side of Jisung’s ribs, feeling the pull of skin when the omega gasps, licks up to his chest where he nips and bites until he reaches one of Jisung’s tan nipples.
He barely registers the click of the door behind him when he latches on, a soft suck and then teeth on the sweet bud. Jisung’s chest arches up against his face when he gives the toy a mean, hard little grind, forces the squish of the knot at the base in.
Jisung moans loud over his head, pleasure oozing from him in waves, and Hyunjin feels himself get lost in it. He doesn’t realize something’s wrong until Jisung lets out a hair raising snarl and his close around Hyunjin tightly. He wheezes against Jisung’s flushed chest, picks his head up to see what–
Changbin stands there in the middle of the room. Oh. He’s also very fresh out of the shower, Hyunjin notes. The towel he should have around his waist is around his shoulders instead, damp hair dripping onto it. The alpha’s cock stands heavy and hard between his legs, a droolworthy knot already soft-swelling at the thick base. Oh.
“Jisungie–” he starts, another step closer, and it’s obvious that Changbin isn’t prepared for his sweet Jisungie to growl at him again.
Hyunjin can almost, almost relate. He doesn’t want to give Jisung up, doesn’t want this alpha to come in and take all the hard work he’s done to get Jisung relaxed and eased into the first wave of his heat only for this knothead to come and…
The room spins, just for a quick moment as Jisung rolls them over, only manages to get halfway with Hyunjin’s body and the dildo knotted inside. He can feel how Jisung’s muscles flinch, a barely there tremble in his thighs, the wet of cum and slick that smears over Hyunjin’s belly.
Jisung’s arms latch around his shoulders tightly, a quick bite of pain when he squeezes Hyunjin again now with both legs and arms and his pointy little fucking chin on top of Hyunjin’s head. He growls again, and Hyunjin is embarrassed with how long it takes for him to shake off the shock of Jisung chasing off one of their alphas.
Because that is what’s happening here. Han Jisung is staking his claim on Hyunjin and challenging the pack for him in his heat.
With a firm, warm press of his arm, Hyunjin squeezes Jisung back, right around his waist and purrs at the lovely, rude omega.. He rubs his cheek on the omega’s collarbones, purrs louder and pets across his back to try and soothe.
“What in the world did I do?” Changbin sounds a little offended underneath his pout. Hyunjin can’t blame him. Changbin is usually the one that helps out with Jisung’s heats. Can’t seem to shake off his alpha that is overbearingly protective of their 3Racha maknae.
“Maybe we shouldn’t, uh,” Chan. Of course he came too.
Though, probably to figure out why Jisung was making so much noise that wasn’t happy moaning of an omega in heat being knotted.
Hm. Speaking of.
Hyunjin notes that Jisung’s fingers are shaking, breath still heavy, despite the little growl he keeps in his chest. It takes a lot out of an omega to focus on something outside of their heats. They aren’t supposed to be stressed out or bothered because it can make them sick once the heat has started.
So, obviously, Hyunjin needs to take this into his hands. The alphas in the room aren’t helping, despite probably thinking they’d come in and relieve Hyunjin who doesn’t even have a proper flesh knot–
Not that he fucking needs one. His omega recoils in his head, bares its teeth. Of course he doesn’t need a knot. He’s got plenty of toys and knows his way around an omegas body enough that he could blow Jisung’s mind, probably forget about ever needing an alpha ever again.
The omega in his arms doesn’t need that right now. He needs to be comforted. Needs to be shown that he’s taken care of, and that Hyunjin has this handled.
It’s easy work to break free of Jisung’s clinging hold, even though he complains about it with another warning snarl, right in Hyunjin’s ear. His dark, heat-hazy eyes flit quick with panic between glaring at Hyunjin and then staring lasers at the other two on the room.
Enough is enough. He’s proven himself to be a good omega. Hyunjin doesn’t want Jisung’s heat to be soured by this anymore than it already has.
Jisung fights him, because of course he does, when hasn’t he? Hyunjin takes the omega by the scruff of his neck, digs the side of his thumb meanly into the soft, sensitive inner part of his thigh, and then the same soft scent gland at the base of his neck.
It’s a show for the alphas too. Hyunjin pinning Jisung.
He lets his shoulders roll back, grabs and pulls and pushes Jisung rougher than he needs to because he knows how it flexes his muscles in his arms and his back, knows how he looks towering over Jisung’s little form.
He uses the blunt of his hip to push the knotted toy in further when he leans over Jisung. It makes the omega under him cry out, squirming until Hyunjin gives another solid thrust of his hips, pushes Jisung’s shoulders down hard and clamps his teeth into the back of his neck.
It’s the closest he can be to actually knotting Jisung and making it feel like an alpha’s claim without actually being an alpha. It obviously does the trick, as Jisung tips his head to the side in a show of submission and arches his back, pushing back into Hyunjin with a little wiggle of his hips before he goes limp.
Satisfied with Jisung relaxing, Hyunjin rubs his scent into Jisung’s hair, the back of his head, and shoulder, before he catches the alpha’s eyes across the room and rumbles at them in warning, low in his chest so Jisung can feel it against his back.
It’s not anything overstepping his place, of course. He knows better and he doesn’t have the excuse of being fogged up by a heat to openly bare his teeth at his pack alpha and not get reprimanded for it.
Or yknow, have his gut curl up in a twisted knot. He likes Chan. Likes him as their leader, likes him as his alpha, likes Chan as the pack alpha. Hyunjin doesn’t want to fight him or challenge him over anything. Not even Jisung.
Chan has always been a good alpha though and an even better pack leader for them. He gives Hyunjin a calming bow of his head, hands up, and steps back. He can’t imagine any other pack alpha would back down like that, from two omegas rolling around together during a heat. But, then again, this is Chan.
“Cmon, he’s got it covered, I'll take care of you,” Perfect gentleman that he is, Chan gives Changbin a little swat to the arm as he retreats to the door, only stopping once to look back and meet Hyunjin’s eyes again before the door shuts, “you’ll call for me if you need anything, okay?”
The door clicks shut again only after Hyunjin has given him a nod of understanding. He can hear Changbin grumbling and whining all the way down the hall as they get further away.
Finally alone, he turns his full attention on Jisung again.
He’s gone slack in the nest, eyes peeking up over his arm at him but very obviously unfocused. There’s a pink flush to his skin all over, a little bit of sweat across his hairline. He’s pretty.
Pretty omega, his own omega purrs.
“Doing okay, Hannie?” He snuggles into Jisung, arms around his waist softly, hand cupped between his legs to feel the warm weight of Jisung’s cock in his palm, using it as counterpressure to make sure Jisung’s hips stay firmly spooned back into his.
Hyunjin feels sticky all over, even though Jisung is pretty early in his heat now. But the sudden rush of pheromones around him makes his skin feel warmer than usual, especially when Jisung closes his eyes and tips his head back, nuzzling into the blankets under his arms.
The motion is so, omega. So submissive, that Hyunjin almost for a second doubts if he himself is an alpha, with the ache that guts him between the legs. Is this how alphas feel seeing an omega presenting for them? Content and happy to be with who their biology demands?
But Jisung is an omega. And so is Hyunjin. Of course it goes against everything that Jisung is acting like this around another omega. Hyunjin knows that Jisung is fully aware that another alpha is not in this nest now.
Jisung certainly smells content and happy. He’s sure he’s gotten Jisung in one of his ‘no talking’ moods too. Heats tend to pull more higher levels of thinking away from the forefront, leaves them running on instincts.
Maybe the sweet omega under him won’t be too happy with what he’s about to do, though.
Hyunjin’s so hard though that it hurts now, pressed up against one of Jisung's soft, round little butt. He’s leaking down his own legs in a mess that isn’t contained with a toy like Jisung is. Hyunjin is dripping all over the nest.
It hits him suddenly, how much he needs to be inside of Jisung now.
His fingers are soft, gentle, slow, when he rubs them against the stretch of Jisung’s slit, stretched wide around the base of the knot. His walls are probably still clenching and sucking at the toy in an attempt to work more non-existent cum out of the locked knot.
Hyunjin nuzzles his way into Jisung’s neck, soothes the purring omega with kisses and licks and gentle scrapes of his teeth as his arms tighten, leans Jisung a bit heavier under him to keep down. And only once Jisung lets out a deep sigh and smiles, does Hyunjin twist the base of the toy and pull.
Of course Jisung’s sweet, happy demeanor snaps on a dime. He screeches, a pitiful whine as he looks over at Hyunjin with wild eyes and tries to roll himself over. It’s no use, Hyunjin made sure to get Jisung right where he wanted before he started this.
It’s not exactly dangerous, but he sure will get an earful from Jisung later, likely. Fake knot or no, having one pulled out too early fucking sucks. Hyunjin wouldn’t like it either, would probably pitch a fit just how Jisung is if he were in his heat and having his knot taken away from him without it first going down on its own.
But this one is fake, and won’t deflate naturally.
Hyunjin gives his wrist another slow, gentle rock and twist, coos at Jisung through his angry, upset whining and babbling in the nest. He wishes he could see Jisung’s pretty cunt stretching around the knot at its widest, see the slick gushing out from around the stretched lips as the knot finally slips free.
Jisung’s body jerks, like he’s trying to snap his legs together and curl up or maybe just buck Hyunjin off him entirely.
“I know it hurts, baby. I know,” Hyunjin mumbles at the soft, short hair behind Jisung’s ear, tossing the toy away so he can take his cock in hand and guide it to Jisung’s achingly open hole, “I’ll make it go away. Gonna make you feel so good, omega.”
Omegas often have smaller cocks. They often stop growing and filling out during puberty right after presenting, the flooding rush of omega hormones stunting them. But they still get hard, can still be used to penetrate.
He won’t be able to get Jisung pregnant. And while he went into this without thinking about it, without having any desire to have Jisung impregnated, the idea now dawns on him, and it’s a shame he wouldn’t be able to pump Jisung full of his pups. Keep him round and fat and happy in his nest.
Maybe there’s such a thing as too much slick. Too horny. Too much.
Hyunjin swears he almost cums the second he gets inside of Jisung. It’s like he’s knocked out of body, eyes rolling back and world white from how wet and tight the sweet omega under him is.
There’s no time to try and rein himself in. He takes Jisung’s hips, hooks an arm under one of Jisung’s flailing, clawing arms to hold him still, and starts to fuck into the omega with quick, hard bursts.
They both moan, low and satisfied and like they’re both somehow surprised at the pleasure.
Being filled again soothes Jisung enough to stop fighting him, thankfully. He easily takes to dropping his head and sobbing into the nest. Hyunjin swears he hears him babble something close to a “thank you” and fuck is that something.
The room is loud with the slap of skin on skin, the wet, sticky squelch of slick when Hyunjin fucks in deep. Their moans though… Heavy breaths and whines and satisfied, carnal moans and grunts.
Hyunjin hopes the pack is listening. He fucking hopes they can hear just how good he’s giving it to Jisung. A snarl slips out from his throat, nails biting into Jisung’s soft, honey skin, claiming and not nearly as deep as Hyunjin wants.
He wants to claw Jisung open and tuck himself inside. Wants Jisung oozing with Hyunjin so fully and completely that even the pack would forget that Jisung has his own scent.
Another grunt, a growl in his chest, a gush of slick down his thighs before his control slips. Like losing footing on a steep cliffside. There’s no recovering from it, no suddenly getting back up and gaining his footing again.
He cums inside of Jisung and it’s the best damn orgasm Hyunjin has ever had. He can feel the way his hair sticks to his neck, sweat dripping down the curve of his back, slick just the same down his thighs, wet hot breaths thought his lips as drool drips from his chin.
“Hyunjin ah- Mnnghh~ Hyunjin– ”
Omega’s close, going to cum soon. Good boy. Good omega.
He thrusts forward again, despite the sensitivity making him hiss. His small cock feels raw, but Jisung keeps calling to him, desperate and needy. He doesn’t have a knot for Jisung to cum on, but he can make do.
His fingers slip around Jisung’s hips, squeezing at his small cock, thumbing the wet head until Jisung is all but screaming into the blankets. With his cock still as deep as he can be, Hyunjin eases two fingers alongside, hooking them right into Jisung’s flushed cunt and grinding.
“Oh– ” a gasp, Jisung trying to shoot up on his hands. Hyunjin growls at him and uses his free hand to grab a fistful of Jisung’s hair at his neck and shove his face back down into the nest with a soft whump
“Down, omega. Cum on my cock like a good boy.”
He doesn’t know where it comes from, but Hyunjin doesn’t want Jisung to cum unless it’s like this, stuffed full and presenting for him. Just how an omega should be. He can feel his instincts rouse and settle, watching the perfect curve of Jisung’s back, the impossibly close press of their hips where he’s buried inside.
He gives his hooked fingers in Jisung’s slit a jump, with the same time he pulls his hips back and then slams back inside. Jisung yelps, a sharp, sweet cry of pain-pleasure before his body locks up.
Hyunjin bites down at the back of Jisung’s neck, pressing him down into the nest with all of his body weight, flattening him even when he gasps and kicks his feet, clawing apart the edges of the nest he can reach.
It’s divinity.
The way Jisung’s walls clamp around him, like his body is trying to suck him dry with his sweet cunt alone. Hyunjin doesn’t let up from the bite until Jisung’s gone limp, the only noises left from his mouth are small, cute whines on every wheezing exhale.
Hyunjin wakes up to the lights in his room turned off, the room pitch dark with only the soft moonlight from the window filtering in past the gauzy curtains. He’s warm and still naked.
His arms tighten around a lithe body in front of him and when he buries his nose into its shoulder, he realizes it’s Jisung. The scent of heat still oozes off his fever-warm skin, but it’s gentle now, a softer, more mellow sweetness.
He then realizes that his cock has slipped out of Jisung at some point during their nap and his body, sideways in the nest, from waist to knee is wet and cold from old slick and whatever else. If he weren’t still a bit hazy and heavy in the head, he would be a little icked out about it.
His bones feel like cotton though, warm and heavy and difficult to pull away from the still sleeping omega in his arms. Snuggles are obviously much more important right now to his dumb hindbrain.
The light under his door shifts and Hyunjin catches the crack of the door, the hallway light spilling in. Someone is coming.
A warning growl rumbles in his chest as he squeezes Jisung into his arms.
Felix’s head pops in, damp blonde hair still dripping on his freckled shoulders. The other omega gives Hyunjin big, wide eyes. Surprised from Hyunjin being awake, or from growling at him, he doesn’t know, nor does he care.
The other omega is competition.
“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna do anything. Don’t talk to me like that,” he whines in that low, deep voice.
“The alphas wanted me to check on you guys. Bring some water and food.” Felix holds up a takeout bag and then two bottles of water with his other hand.
Hyunjin just stares at him, stares and finds himself glaring as he hugs onto the sleeping omega tighter. He knows better. He knows that Felix is here to help, he’s pack, not a threat. But–
“I’m just gonna leave these in here okay? I won’t touch him.”
But he still enters.
The hair on the back of Hyunjin’s neck stands, with every step that the small omega takes into the room. He settles the bag of food and water just outside the edge of the nest.
Despite Hyunjin’s sour mood and glaring and growling, probably his grumpy scent too, Felix just crouches there and smiles at him with that soft, sweet smile that always works to disarm any one in their pack.
The blonde omega’s eyes roam Jisung, and Hyunjin possessively tucks Jisung into his chest. It makes Felix giggle at him.
“You’re so fussy. For what? Did the alphas do something?”
“...”
“No? Did Hannie say anything?”
“...”
Felix, bless him, isn’t at all phased or bothered by the silent treatment. He nods sagely, like Hyunjin’s moody silence is giving him all the answers he’s looking for.
“Hmmm, I see. Well. I’ll let the guys know you’ll keep Jisung for the rest of his heat,” Felix stands, wandering back to the door, and looks back one more time, a finger pointed at him sternly.
“I’ll come back later to make sure you both ate. If you didn’t I’ll crawl in there and–”
“We’ll eat,” Hyunjin hisses.
It makes Felix smile, and he shuts the door, plunging them back into the dark, quiet room. Hyunjin feels his ears get warm with embarrassment because what the fuck was that?
He doesn’t understand why his omega’s been so oddly possessive of Jisung and his heat.
Hyunjin wakes up the next time to Jisung on top of him. He’s moaning and clutching at Hyunjin’s chest, hips slamming back with a desperate, but tired fervor.
Hyunjin’s omega cock won’t do much to reach and satisfy Jisung where he wants it, if he’s riding him like this.
Fuck, does it feel good though. And Jisung looks like a dream.
Still. The whine the omega makes when he slams his hips down, humping Hyunjin’s lap to get his cock in deeper to no avail, is so pitiful it makes Hyunjin’s chest ache.
He sweeps a hand off to the side, fumbles the knotted dildo and brings it behind Jisung.
It’s an almost fight to get Jisung to lift his hips high enough for his cock to slip out. Jisung actually snaps his teeth in Hyunjin’s face and the offended rear-back of his omega in his head makes all Hyunjin’s nice reason fly out of his ears.
The toy is hard and uncomfortable against his cock and it only squeezes tighter when Jisung’s cunt clenches around the both of them. Slick dribbles in his lap while Jisung’s small cock jerks and oozes watery cum all over Hyunjin’s stomach.
Jisung’s arms clutch around his neck. The omega’s sobs wracking his shoulders and chest as Hyunjin fucks the toy and his cock in at the same time. Jisung bites hard enough to draw blood when he squirts in Hyunjin’s lap, pretty brown eyes rolled back into his head and claws marking up Hyunjin’s back.
He sits up fast, knocks Jisung onto his back and ignores the burn in his thighs as he works on fucking the toy out of Jisung with his own cock. Hard, deep thrusts that don’t let up even after the silicone has fallen into the nest.
The heat lasts five days.
Hyunjin barely notices the pack coming in and out of the room, since they seem to have figured out to play safe and drop off food and water when they’re both asleep.
He’s also made sure to dutifully ensure that Jisung eats and drinks two bottles of water every time he’s awake. He learned the hard way the first time, when Felix had returned the second day to find the takeout bag and waters untouched.
It ended in Felix growling at both of them, Jisung crying, and Hyunjin’s head spinning.
The rest of Jisung’s heat though, went smoothly from there.
It’s the first morning that Hyunjin wakes up and Jisung isn’t either latched onto him or bouncing in his lap begging for a knot and pups between moans and hiccuping breaths.
It’s the first morning where when Hyunjin kisses Jisung’s shoulder, the omega turns around and grumbles at him that it’s too early. It’s the first morning that Jisung smiles at him and his eyes seem lucid enough to actually see that it’s Hyunjin.
So of course, the sweet, flower petal soft atmosphere of the morning doesn’t last any longer than the ten minutes it takes for Jisung to realize he’s naked and also filled to max with cum and slick and whatever else. Jisung rolls onto his back, whining about being dirty and sore and gross.
The room falls away, and Hyunjin doesn’t even hear the omega’s whining, because he’s too busy staring at the little bump in Jisung’s belly. A bulge just under his belly button.
Jisung of course notices him being both too quiet and staring like a creep. He flushes red from the tips of his ears to the top of his shoulders, and Hyunjin almost smiles about it.
“You cum too much. Bastard,” Jisung grumbles and huffs and puffs as he sits up.
He holds his tongue, doesn’t mention that he’s just an omega, and were he an alpha with a proper knot, Jisung’s belly would likely be swollen twice as large as he sits in a puddle of cum. God, Hyunjin would never let him off his knot. Would bloat him until he looked pregnant, womb full of his cum.
A slick soaked blanket smacks Hyunjin in the face, breaking him out of his daydream; And a fat, naked, pregnant Jisung waddling through the dorms whining for more cheesecake at three in the morning because the pups demand it goes away in a puff of smoke.
“You’re such a bitch,” he hisses, making a face at the dirtied blanket at the same time Jisung gasps, rather loud and dramatic.
“Says you,” Jisung snips, fingers pulling at the edges of the nest, ripping it apart to use as more ammo to throw at Hyunjin.
It’s easy to wrestle Jisung spitting and cursing and whining all the way into the bathroom. A few of the members peek in at the hallway. There’s some relieved sighs at the heat finally breaking, others asking if Jisung is okay, if they’d keep it down.
Clean up is easy, especially since Jisung is still weak in the knees. Especially when he melts into Hyunjin’s arms and clutches at him with soft whines and trembling fingers while Hyunjin fingers him open and slowly scoops all the cum and slick mess to go washing down the drain. He holds Jisung close, licks into his mouth and kisses away each whine and gasp of pleasure.
It won't hurt if he just...
Jisung's walls squeezing around his fingers when he cums is nice. A soft, hot sucking pressure. Hyunjin moans praises against Jisung's lips, tells him how good he is right against the thudding pulse in the side of his neck.
When Hyunjin guides the omega out to the living room, planning on making him sit and wait while he fixes something from the fridge, they’re met by the pack all camped out in various spots.
Minho and Seungmin and Changbin are all squeezed together on the couch, Chan is already in the kitchen with Felix, while I.N. is seated on the floor in front of the couch, engrossed with something on his phone and Minho's hand playing with his hair.
They all look up at them, especially when Felix screeches about Jisung being awake and tackle hugs him right out of Hyunjin's arms.
It’s an easy escape, leaving Jisung with Felix so they can do their weird sunshine twin thing, kissing and giggling. It’s mostly Jisung just trying to survive Felix’s attention and stay upright on his own two feet.
Still, it lets Hyunjin make an escape to the couch, flopping into the empty space next to Changbin, who leans into him with a heavy, bulking arm around his shoulders and sniffs at the side of his head.
The alpha’s scenting settles something in Hyunjin’s chest. Like a key piece of a puzzle clicking in place finally. It’s right, it feels so good to have the pack together.
Of course, he should have expected to not have any peace. These evil fuckers love to tease.
“Took care of your omega, did you?” Changbin sounds like he’s grinning, the bastard.
Hyunjin’s ears feel hot.
It’s the first time, now that he’s thinking about it, where someone has monopolized another packmate during their heat or rut. They’ve always shared their cycles with each other, done most things as a pack because it just felt natural.
He’s going to ignore Seo Changbin, because fuck him and what he’s insinuating. Even if he is kind of right. His omega was very well taken care of.
Hyunjin stares stubbornly at Jisung, watches the way he squabbles and blushes and gets shy when Felix whispers things in his ears, teases with fingertips on his shower-damp skin.
They look good. They’ve always been a pretty pair of omegas.
Hyunjin finds his stomach knotting up in a nice way…
“Oooh ~ Someone has an omega kink~”
Startling, Hyunjin whips his head around to glare at Seungmin.
The alpha is leering at him with knowing, piercing eyes and it catches him so off guard for him to hear that out loud.
An omega kink.
Does he…?
Minho smirks at him from over Seungmin’s shoulder like he’s agreeing, might even open his mouth to contribute, and Hyunjin decides that yes. He officially cannot stand the alphas in this pack.
“I do not–”
“Felix and Jisung sure are pretty together huh? Good pair of omegas,” Changbin’s arm flexes around his shoulders, hugging him closer as the group of them on the couch all watch the omegas being unnecessarily touchy.
Hyunjin’s skin flushes all over.
Embarrassment grips him just as intensely as the wave of hunger from seeing Jisung and Felix across the room snuggling at one other and scenting the room up with omega pheromones.
“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” Minho snickers, “I thought that was just a joke.”
“I do not have an omega kink. I’m an omega!”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t get all hot and bothered over an omega, c'mon these are modern times don’t be a prude.”
Chan suddenly comes around the corner from the kitchen, carrying a huge bowl of what looks like ramen. He sets it on the table in front of the couch, giving Hyunjin a smile.
“Alright you guys, enough of the teasing, let’s eat. You’re all hungry right? Been spending so much time worrying about those two ignoring us you hardly ate.”
Oh?
Now it’s Hyunjin’s turn to grin, a small leer as he watches the alphas on the couch with him fluster and shuffle around to get closer to the food like it’ll distract from the new topic at hand.
Were they that bothered?
Jisung and Felix join I.N. on the floor, setting a stack of empty bowls and various side dishes on the empty spots of the table. It’s been a moment since Hyunjin last got to have a meal with the pack together like this.
He’s happy for it, content and settled even though he still feels a little warm on the back of his neck for being teased about Jisung.
“We thought you guys were mad at us for something,” Seungmin comes out with it without warning, but he’s got all his attention on bringing a heap of noodles into his bowl with careful chopsticks.
Hyunjin can tell he’s nervous though. The alpha peeks at him from the side before trying to look unbothered and more concerned about his dinner. Hyunjin wants to pinch him. Lovingly, of course.
“I don’t mind having you guys there for my heat,” Jisung says matter-of-fact, muffled with a mouthful of kimchi and noodles in his cheeks.
Damn him. That just makes it sound entirely like Hyunjin was the one snapping at people to stay away.
Well… Yeah, okay, he was the main instigator but…
“You almost bit me when I came in that time!” Felix whines, leaning into Jisung with a heavy shoulder.
“I don’t remember anything like that.”
“Oh you fucking liar. The heat didn’t make you that crazy. You just didn’t want me to touch Hyunjin. Weirdo.”
Jisung and Felix get back into squabbling, jabbing elbows and glares.
A laugh suddenly breaks the atmosphere of their shared dinner, and Hyunjin keeps the bowl in his lap carefully still so he doesn’t spill any hot broth on himself.
“I wasn’t mad about anything,” Hyunjin admits, finally getting his breath back, “I just– Wanted Jisung’s heat for myself…just this once…”
He gets quieter and quieter as he goes on. Now that he’s saying it out loud it really does sound like he’s got a thing for omegas.
Minho makes a humming noise that basically says That’s What I Thought with all his smarmy attitude that makes Hyunjin want to bite him.
“Nothing wrong with thinking omegas are hot.”
“I am literally an omega.”
“You keep saying that like it makes a difference that you like omegas.”
“Well– But it–”
It does, doesn’t it? The pack doesn’t find it odd? Doesn’t see Hyunjin as a weird, broken omega for it?
There’s a moment of confused silence, a few heads turned, mostly the pack slurping though dinner, chopsticks clattering against bowls. They let Hyunjin finish, sort through his confusion before he comes to terms with it.
“It… doesn’t matter. You’re right.”
He should have known, that it would be easy. It’s always easy with these guys. This pack that they have solidified and strengthened. They’ve always had his back, in everything Hyunjin has done and dreamed for.
He’s not had people so supportive before, blindly trusting and accepting him for all his hobbies and quirks and, now, apparently his attraction to the same dynamic.
Jisung across the table smiles at him, eyes warm and approving. Trusting.
Hyunjin leans into the warm alpha next to him, smiles back at Jisung and thinks about just how much he loves this pack. How much he loves Han Jisung.
“You guys are so weird,” Jeongin mumbles from the side, watching the two of them, and somehow Hyunjin feels embarrassed. But it’s not bad.
He leans over, just so he can jab his chopstick into the young alpha’s thigh, smiling when he yips and practically flings himself into Jisung’s lap.
“Guess we fit in just fine.”