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Jiseok goes into heat in the Inkigayo waiting room, half an hour before they’re supposed to go on stage.
He had felt his preheat symptoms creeping up on him all day, but he just choked down a suppressant and told himself to power through it. It’s the last show for this comeback’s promotions, so he can’t just disappoint his members and fans now.
However, the suppressants aren’t foolproof, they just simply slow down the frequency of an Omega’s heat instead of impeding it entirely. And when his heat has already been triggered, there is little he can do to prevent it from coming in full swing—so here he is, sweating and hunched over at a music show in a room full of stylists, staff, and surely other idol groups down the hall that are about to be exposed to the scent of an Omega in heat. Not the best timing.
When he lurches forward, arms wrapped around his aching abdomen, he can distantly hear one of the stylists ask if he is okay. His face screws up into a pained grimace, and he tries to reply, but the heat is starting to claw at his stomach and he knows he’s too late. His scent blocker is still valiantly holding back his potent pheromones, but it won’t be long before he starts leaking slick, and there will be no hiding it at that point.
The couch dips next to him, a gentle, worried palm coming to rest on his back. It reaches up toward his shoulder, uncurling Jiseok and making him sit up.
His head spins, vision foggy, but he’s able to make out Hyeongjun’s troubled expression. Jungsu comes to kneel in front of him. He presses his cool palms to Jiseok’s flushed cheeks, finally clueing in to the situation. Turning to the members and staff, he announces, “Jiseok’s in heat.”
The sweat that has started to trickle down his neck has loosened the adhesive of his scent blocker, and as if on cue, the collar of his shirt snags the patch and peels it up just enough to flood the room with the sweet smell of pure sugar.
Jooyeon’s head whips around, and Seungmin swears under his breath, grabbing a fistful of the back of Jooyeon’s shirt.
The staff begin to hurriedly discuss what to do, but Jiseok’s brain is already too muddled to even decipher what they’re saying. All he can focus on is the cramping of his stomach, his body temperature rising, and the fact that his underwear is starting to feel damp. Hyeongjun’s hand hasn’t left him, still resting worriedly on his shoulder. He tries to smooth Jiseok’s patch back down, but the friction against his swollen scent gland just makes him whine low in his throat as slick soaks the seat of his pants. Hyeongjun jerks his hand back as if he was burned.
Jooyeon is staring at him from across the room, eyes crazed, looking like he’s ready to jump Jiseok at any second. If Seungmin didn’t have a grip on the collar of Jooyeon’s shirt, he would most likely have already pushed everyone else aside to get to Jiseok. He’s always been hot-blooded and selfish when it comes to Jiseok, always wanting to steal him away and swallow him whole at any given moment, much to the displeasure of the rest. So it’s no surprise his self-control is rapidly withering thin at the fact that Jiseok is currently writhing on the couch, desperately in need of someone to take care of him, but just out of reach.
Even Gunil has pinched his nostrils shut, arms folded in front of him almost defensively. He’s more level-headed than Jooyeon when it comes to their omegas in heat, but still, his body is tense and he knows better than to get near him. They know he won’t lose his cool around Jiseok—after all, he’s wrapped around Jungsu’s little finger—but he still makes the wise decision to stay back for the time being.
The Alpha staff members are quickly ushered out of the room, prioritizing Jiseok’s comfort and safety. And despite the behavior of all the other Alphas in the vicinity, Hyeongjun sits a foot away from Jiseok, entirely unaffected.
His cheeks look a little pink, perhaps flustered by the situation, but showing no other outward signs of distress. With Gunil plugging his nose and Jooyeon ready to claw his way out of Seungmin’s grip, Hyeongjun looks like a saint, sitting politely with his hands in his lap next to a panting Omega in heat.
Jungsu had briefly stepped away to communicate with the managers, but he soon rushes back to Jiseok and cups his chin, forcing Jiseok to look at him.
“We’ve gotta head out now, Okay?”
“Hurts…” Jiseok whines deliriously. He can vaguely hear Jooyeon arguing with Seungmin across the room.
“I know, Jiseokie, but we’ve gotta get you home,” Jungsu urges. “Can you stand?”
He hooks his hands under Jiseok’s armpits to help him stand up, but the pain in his stomach makes him want to crumple to the floor. He whimpers pathetically, curling into Jungsu’s chest, too weak to hold himself up.
“C’mon, Hyeongjun-ah, help me.”
“Me?” Hyeongjun sounds hesitant. “Are you sure? I’m not very strong…”
Had he not been in the throes of heat, Jiseok would have laughed at the exchange. Instead, he can only bite back his whimpers as Jungsu and Hyeongjun grab either one of his arms, helping him steady his feet and stumble out the door.
The fluorescent lights overhead are headache-inducing and overwhelming, adding to his already mounting discomfort as he is all but dragged down the maze-like halls of the Inkigayo building. He squeezes his eyes shut, not even wanting to think about the possibility that his sunbaes and hoobaes could poke their head out into the hall and witness Gaon of Xdinary Heroes being carried out of the building, leaving the unmistakable scent of an Omega in heat in his wake.
“Please, it hurts,” he cries, his head lolling to the side and nearly crashing into Jungsu’s.
They finally make it out the door, and the fresh air and cool wind hitting Jiseok’s feverish skin is a much needed reprieve. They’re guided down the parking lot to the company vans, and they’re all about to enter the van when a manager stops them.
“The Alpha members and staff will need to ride in a seperate van. Jungsu, Seungmin, and Jiseok, you three can get in the van on the left, and the rest will need to ride in the one on the right.”
He half-expects Jooyeon to lunge for him as soon as Seungmin lets him go, but they part ways easily and Jiseok is helped into the back seat of the van. He curls up on his side, hands still clutching at his abdomen. The emptiness inside him has only gotten more noticeable, his discomfort having shifted from sharp pain to a hollowness, a carnal desire to be filled.
In his haze, he can vaguely hear conversation from outside. The door has been left ajar as Jungsu speaks to a manager standing just outside the van, and while he’s still not fully cognizant, he attempts to make out what they’re saying.
“—No more room. The other van is full. You’re sure he’ll behave?”
“I’m positive,” Jungsu says. “The other two I can’t be sure about, but I trust him.”
The light leaking in from outside is suddenly shadowed as another person enters the vehicle. The comforting scent of cinnamon hits the back of Jiseok’s throat, and he can’t control the high pitched mewl that escapes him, nor the way he clumsily reaches out and grabs the fabric of Hyeongjun’s hoodie, dragging him into the backseat.
Seungmin worriedly protests, “Jiseok-ah, that might not be a good idea—“
“I’ll be fine,” Hyeongjun insists quietly. “Maybe my scent will ease his pain.”
Even in his dazed state, he can tell that Seungmin doesn’t seem fully convinced, but he doesn’t argue further.
But none of that seems to matter when Hyeongjun takes a seat next to him, and Jiseok curls into him, nose buried in the fabric of his hoodie. His scent is light, still dampened from the required patch on his neck, but it’s still enough to send a wave of relief washing over Jiseok’s feverish body. Hyeongjun winds a spindly arm around his waist and holds him close. If there weren’t other people in the car, Jiseok would undoubtedly be in his lap and grinding on his thigh, ripping his scent patch off with his teeth so he can drink in the Alpha’s pheromones. If Hyeongjun were anyone else, he’d be equally as hungry to get his hands all over Jiseok in return.
Even after living with Hyeongjun for years and encountering situations like this before, it still baffles Jiseok how composed he always has been. He keeps his hands to himself when the Omegas are in heat, and never loses his temper when the other Alphas inevitably butt heads with him. He’s confided in Jiseok before that he finds it embarrassing letting his secondary gender control his behavior, so he does everything in his power to push down his instincts, to the point Jiseok wonders if he still has any instincts left. He’s got a writhing Omega shoving his nose into his neck, and is still quiet and calm.
Jiseok daringly licks over top his scent blocker patch—he mostly gets the flavor of plastic and chemicals, but underneath that, he can taste Hyeongjun’s rich cinnamon flavor. His tongue traces the edges of the patch, desperate for more of his pheromones and not just the salt of his skin. His saliva is beginning to loosen the adhesive, and when Hyeongjun finally manages to wrangle him away, he grips the patch with his teeth just like his traitorous brain was telling him to.
As Hyeongjun pulls him away from his neck, the patch goes with Jiseok, enveloping the car with Hyeongjun’s scent. It’s not nearly as intense as Jiseok’s own, but it’s still glaringly obvious his blocker has been removed.
“Hyeongjun, what the hell?” Jungsu exclaims.
Seungmin whips around. “I told you this was a bad idea!”
“I didn’t take it off! Jiseok ripped it off my neck!”
Jiseok starts whining loudly at their argument, bordering on crying. “Please, I just want to scent him,” he begs tearfully. He also would like to undress him, but he’s lucid enough to know that’s not appropriate. For now, all he wants is to bury his face into his neck and bathe in the scent of an Alpha to tide him over till they get back to the dorms. He says just as much, although rather incoherently.
Seungmin sounds exasperated when he says, “Fine, whatever. Just don’t start fucking back there.”
Hyeongjun squawks indignantly, trying to deny the fact he would ever do that, but Jiseok whines at him to shut up and scent him.
Hesitantly, Hyeongjun pulls Jiseok into him and allows him to nuzzle against his head and neck. Jiseok purrs deep in his throat as the pain in his abdomen starts to mildly subside. He licks over Hyeongjun’s scent gland lazily, feeling the way his breath hitches in his throat.
His scent is richer, spicier than normal. Jiseok can taste his stress, his concern, his embarrassment—all of Hyeongjun’s anxious emotions are blatant and obvious like the top notes of a perfume. But further down, the longer Jiseok breathes him in, he can smell it. Arousal. Tamped down and hidden well, but still there. Jiseok doesn’t know if it’s simply a reaction to his pheromones, or if it’s genuine desire. Either way, it still causes an abrupt wave of slick to soak his pants, but he holds himself together, reminding himself that they’ll be home soon enough. He just keeps his face tucked into the crook of Hyeongjun’s neck, drooling down his throat, and prays for the car to drive faster.
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Once they’re finally back to the dorms, Jungsu escorts Jiseok to his room to help him get comfortable.
He gathers a couple of water bottles from the kitchen, some painkillers, and the shoebox tucked away at the back of his closet that the Omega’s keep for times like these.
Jiseok has already shed most of his clothing, only remaining in his soaked underwear to keep some semblance of decency, even if Jungsu has seen him in even worse states. He whimpers and reaches for Jungsu’s hand, pulling him onto the bed so that Jiseok can scent him. It doesn’t have the same ability to extinguish the fire still burning in his gut as an Alpha’s pheromones would, but it’s still calming to breathe in the comforting scent of a pack mate, even if Jungsu is an Omega like himself.
And that’s not to say that Jungsu can’t satisfy him—they’ve fooled around more than once, sometimes the touch of another Omega that knows exactly what to do is a welcomed feeling compared to an Alpha selfishly wanting to get themselves off. There was one instance where both of their heats hit at the same time, and so they locked themselves in a room for two days straight and had to replace the mattress topper afterwards.
Jungsu usually has the keen ability to pick up on what Jiseok wants, so he brushes Jiseok’s sweaty hair off his forehead and murmurs, “Do you want me to get Jooyeon?”
Unwittingly, Jiseok’s nose scrunches up in displeasure.
Jooyeon knows Jiseok’s body inside out. They were the first two in the group to get physical with one another, helping out with both heats and ruts, and plenty of recreational sex in between. He knows what makes Jiseok tick, but that means that Jiseok also knows him well in return. He knows Jooyeon’s strengths, knows that he can fuck him dangerously well, but he also knows Jooyeon’s faults. He exerts too much of his energy all at once, tiring himself out quickly, and leaving Jiseok taking care of himself as he rides out the last waves of his heat. Jooyeon is a burst of energy that swallows him up in the most blissful way, but fizzles out as quick as he begins. He’s not a bad person, not a bad Alpha, but he isn’t always what Jiseok—notoriously picky during his heats—wants.
When Jiseok makes a face at the mention of Jooyeon it makes Jungsu chuckle, his chest vibrating beneath Jiseok’s head. “I’ll take that as a no. What do you want, hm? One of the others? Just your toys?”
Jiseok whines, having lost most of his words as the heat clouds his brain further. He claws at Jungsu’s shirt as if that will help him understand what Jiseok’s brain is too distant to vocalize. He mumbles nonsense for a moment before finally getting a coherent thought out:
“Hyeongjun. Want Hyeongjun.”
It seems to take Jungsu by surprise, as if he hadn’t even considered the possibility. “Hyeongjunie? Are you sure?”
Jiseok sinks his fingernails into Jungsu’s skin beneath his shirt as his whines border on a growl. He doesn’t want to be questioned, he wants Jungsu to give him what he asks for.
Jungsu laughs in disbelief at the aggression. “Okay, okay, I’ll get him. You’ll have to get your claws out of my shirt, first.”
Reluctantly, Jiseok releases his hold on the man beneath him and allows him to get up, promising to bring Hyeongjun back with him as a way to placate Jiseok when he starts whining again.
He knows why Jungsu reacted the way he did: Jiseok has never asked for Hyeongjun before. He normally keeps to himself during the Omegas’ heats, letting the others take care of Jungsu and Jiseok, and when it comes time for his own rut he always spends it at a company-provided room designed for privacy during an idol’s mating cycle. Jiseok has never seen Hyeongjun during his rut, not even once. Usually he can tell when Gunil or Jooyeon’s rut is approaching by the way that they get more touchy, possessive, and occasionally irritable. But for Hyeongjun, the only warning Jiseok gets is the sound of the front door opening and closing in the middle of the night, then waking up to a text from their manager informing them that Hyeongjun will be out of commission for a few days.
He can’t lie, he’s always been so curious about Hyeongjun. He has definitely come out of his shell since debut, but he’s still so quiet and private, and is never swayed by his instincts. He allows the rest of them to scent him whenever asked, but he never seeks it out. He never asks for help during his ruts, never even shows symptoms of pre-rut even though Jiseok knows he has to be feeling them. Hyeongjun is selfless, and doesn’t voice his desires like the rest. That’s why it was so absolutely thrilling when he allowed Jiseok to breathe in his scent long enough to uncover the mouth-watering flavor he had buried deep down. Jiseok could smell it. Hyeongjun wanted him.
The door creaks open ever so slightly. A troubled face and a head of long hair greets Jiseok’s eyes, partially obscured by the door that Hyeongjun has just slightly kept ajar. He hasn’t fully entered the room, still standing just outside the doorway and protecting himself with the heavy wooden door, but his sweet cinnamon scent still reaches Jiseok’s nose. It’s good enough he imagines he might start drooling soon.
“Jiseok-ah?” His voice is quiet when he calls his name. “Hyung said you asked for me.”
Like a little kid, Jiseok sticks an arm out and makes grabby-hands at the door, a blatant invitation to come in. Hyeongjun still stands in the doorway.
“Come here,” he whines petulantly.
Finally, Hyeongjun enters his room, carefully closing the door behind himself. He looks like an anxious animal as he nears Jiseok. Once he is finally in reach, Jiseok snags his wrist and yanks him forwards into the bed, mirroring his actions earlier in the van. The downward momentum makes Hyeongjun collide into him, probably bumping him a little too hard, but he doesn’t seem to care when Hyeongjun’s body is pressed to his.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Jiseok just giggles, wrapping his arms and legs around Hyeongjun like a koala. The way that he stiffens and squeaks nervously is so cute. It’s obvious that Hyeongjun doesn’t know what he’s meant to do, just trapped in Jiseok’s grasp as the Omega purrs and nuzzles into his chest, nails tugging at the fabric of Hyeongjun’s hoodie.
“Do you want my clothes? Will that help?” He seems frantic as he tries to figure out what Jiseok might want from him.
The idea of being physically wrapped in an Alpha’s scent makes warmth swirl in Jiseok’s tummy, so he quickly nods his head and allows Hyeongjun to peel himself away from the clingy Omega. He pulls his hoodie off over his head, leaving him in a threadbare band tee that hangs off his thin shoulders. Jiseok happily snatches the hoodie from his hands and puts it on despite how his internal temperature only seems to rise. It makes him warm and stuffy in a good way, being blissfully smothered in Hyeongjun’s spicy cinnamon scent. But Jiseok’s abdomen begins to cramp again, and he knows it won’t be much longer till the emptiness inside him is unbearable.
When he rolls his head to face Hyeongjun, his hazy vision follows belatedly. Putting on his sweetest voice, he asks, “Will you help me?”
Had he asked that of Jooyeon, he would have been face down ass up in an instant. Had he asked Gunil, or Seungmin, or Jungsu, they’d kindly oblige and take him apart in their own unique ways.
He asks Hyeongjun, and gets a panicked look in response.
“Jiseokie, I… I’ll go get Jooyeon for you, okay?”
Jiseok growls and grips Hyeongjun’s wrist with an unnecessary amount of strength. “Don’t want him. I asked for you.”
“I just—He’s probably better suited to take care of you, and I don’t—“
Jiseok hoists himself upright and stumbles his way into Hyeongjun’s lap with little grace. Shoving his face into the Alpha’s neck, he licks his sensitive scent gland like a man starved. Hyeongjun stiffens and lets out the tiniest noise beneath him, his scent sharpening until Jiseok tastes that richness on his tongue again, the spicy tang of arousal. He tries to grind down on his lap, but is thwarted by Hyeongjun struggling to hold him in place.
“Jiseok-ah,” Hyeongjun sounds exasperated, trying to still the squirming Omega in his lap. “I just—I don’t know if you know what you’re asking for. I’m not some douchebag Alpha that takes advantage of his friend in heat.”
“You’re the furthest thing from a douchebag Alpha, and I’m not a friend in heat, I’m your packmate. I know what I want, so just touch me,” Jiseok demands, finally succeeding in rolling his hips against Hyeongjun’s. His lower half only being clad in soaked boxers gives Jiseok just enough sensation to feel the unmistakable erection in Hyeongjun’s baggy cargo pants. The grip on Jiseok’s waist tightens.
“Okay, fine. I’ll… do what I can. Just lay back.”
He doesn’t use his Alpha voice, but a command coming from Hyeongjun is thrilling enough that Jiseok scrambles to comply. He’s all too eager to recline against the soft pillows and shamelessly let his legs fall open. Hyeongjun kneels between them, face flushed red as he takes in the sight of Jiseok.
They’ve never seen each other in this context. Jiseok has been spread open like a whore in front of everyone except Hyeongjun. He’s not shy when it comes to sex, but being in front of the only one of his band members he hasn’t been intimate with makes his head spin. He had come to view Hyeongjun as something entirely beyond sex—Jiseok has never heard or seen him express want for another person, has never witnessed him in rut, has never even had the misfortune of walking in on him touching himself like he has with almost all of the others. He used to wonder if Hyeongjun was asexual, but after the moment in the car, Jiseok thinks he finally understands. Hyeongjun doesn’t lack desire, he hides it. It makes him feel selfish and embarrassed to give in to the things his Alpha wants, and Jiseok is determined to change that tonight.
He reaches for Hyeongjun’s hand and brazenly guides it to the waistband of his boxers. Staring up at him, Jiseok whines, “C’mon, I need you.”
Hyeongjun practically short circuits, his expression flashing between embarrassment, surprise, and something else. Jiseok catches the way his scent spikes, and can’t help the gush of slick that it triggers. He’s not sure how much longer he can go without being touched.
Hesitant, painted fingers dip beneath Jiseok’s underwear, carefully peeling the soaked fabric off his body, down his legs, and into the floor. The air of the room is cold against his wet skin, but he still keeps his trembling legs spread for Hyeongjun. His face has fallen flat again and is hard to read as he drags his eyes up and down Jiseok’s body. He holds his breath, anticipating any form of touch, but Hyeongjun only continues to stare. It begins to make Jiseok, as shameless as he is, feel shy.
Finally, a pair of warm hands rest on the tops of his thighs, thumbs caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Hyeongjun’s fingers are rough and calloused, but gentle all the same. He runs his hands along Jiseok’s thighs, getting himself accustomed to another person’s skin, so methodical and careful like he is with everything. It’s not a carefulness that makes him think Hyeongjun finds him fragile, or wants to treat him like he’s made of glass, like Gunil tends to do every time he’s with Jiseok—Hyeongjun is carefully studying him. Making a plan to satisfy Jiseok in the least self-serving way possible.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”
Jiseok doesn’t have a chance to respond before Hyeongjun lowers himself to the bed, lying flat on his stomach between his spread legs with his face just inches away from where Jiseok needs him most. Hot arousal sears through his veins at the realization of what Hyeongjun plans to do, a giggle bubbling up in his throat.
He reaches down and brushes a hand over Hyeongjun’s head, startling him, but Jiseok just smiles at him and pushes his long hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ears. Hyeongjun blushes and ducks his head. He’s still so shy, even with his head between Jiseok’s legs, about to eat him out.
Feather-light, teasing kisses are placed on Jiseok’s sensitive inner thighs; He doesn't know if it’s Hyeongjun just being sweet, or him trying to gain the courage to put his mouth on Jiseok.
He won’t lie and say that he hasn’t ever wondered what Hyeongjun would be like in bed, but even after fantasizing, Jiseok still doesn’t know what to expect from him. It’s an entirely new experience, having Hyeongjun like this, seeing a side of him quite literally none of them have seen before. None of them have had Hyeongjun in bed with them, kissing his way up their thighs. Jiseok feels kinda special, and already knows he’ll be gloating once his heat is over.
Hyeongjun peeks up at him briefly through his bangs that have fallen in his face. Jiseok just smiles and lets his head fall back onto the pillows, lifting his hips to encourage Hyeongjun to put his mouth on him.
Finally, his hot tongue licks a tentative stripe over his pussy, getting a taste of the slick that has been practically pouring out of him since Hyeongjun walked in the room. Jiseok knows he has already made a puddle in the sheets beneath him, and it will probably only get worse from here. He’s known among the members for leaking slick excessively during his heats—something Hyeongjun will find out soon enough (that’s if he hasn’t already overheard it from one of the others).
It doesn’t deter him though, tonguing his way through the mess Jiseok has made, up and up until his mouth meets his clit. He gently laves his tongue over it, strong fingers holding onto Jiseok’s thighs when he spasms at the stimulation.
“Oh, god, Hyeongjunie.”
He’s barely begun, and Jiseok is already trembling. The fact he’s finally being touched coupled with the fact it’s Hyeongjun that’s doing it has him more excited than he cares to admit.
He readjusts his grip on Jiseok’s thighs, resting them around his shoulders so he can bury his face further into his cunt. He’s unhurried in the way he laps at Jiseok’s sensitive clit, sucking on it and earning a loud squeal in return. He takes a break from his clit to dip his tongue inside his pussy, then trails back upwards to repeat the action from before, making Jiseok yelp again and squeeze his legs together around Hyeongjun’s head. When he tongues Jiseok’s clit a little rougher, his legs instinctively squeeze tighter, trapping Hyeongjun between them. Those calloused hands grab his thighs again and force them apart, pinning his legs to the bed to give Hyeongjun all the access he needs.
“Sorry,” Hyeongjun mumbles against his cunt. “Need you to be still.”
Even with his meek apology, the action makes Jiseok whine. Hyeongjun forcing his legs open to get better access to his pussy makes the fire inside his stomach burn hotter, makes his head spin faster.
In the quiet of the room, the sounds they’re making are utterly obscene. Beneath the noise of Jiseok’s whorish moans is the filthy, wet sound of Hyeongjun mouthing at his soaked cunt, fucking his tongue inside Jiseok with a nasty squelch. His hands end up fisted in Hyeongjun’s hair, undoubtedly messing up all the hard work the stylists put into it in favor of using it as leverage to push Hyeongjun’s face further into his cunt, grinding his clit against his nose shamelessly. For the first time, Hyeongjun makes a noise—he groans low in his throat when Jiseok’s greedy hands grab his hair. The vibration of the sound right against his sensitive flesh has Jiseok moaning again, high-pitched and whiny.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to—“ Jiseok pants breathlessly, “how to do this?”
Hyeongjun has to fight against Jiseoks hands to lift his face from where it was buried in his cunt. Jiseok looks down to witness the most obscene sight he’s had in a long time: Hyeongjun, messy bangs falling in his face, lips red and swollen, and his mouth, chin—fuck, even his nose, glistening with slick. He’s panting and staring at Jiseok with a dark, heady look in his eyes that he’s never seen on their sweet Hyeongjun before.
Licking his lips, he doesn’t even answer Jiseok’s question, he just rasps, “Can I use my fingers?”
Jiseok can only laugh airily and let his head fall back onto the pillow once more. “Yes, please, want your fingers inside me.”
Hyeongjun diligently latches his mouth back onto his clit before withdrawing a hand from Jiseok’s thigh to instead sneak between his legs. He rubs the pad of his finger at the entrance of his cunt to warn Jiseok, then sinks the digit inside. The sensation is not much of anything—one finger in his sopping wet pussy that has been preparing itself for something bigger—but he still somehow feels breathless. Hyeongjun is inside him. Maybe not in the way that he truly needs, but the novelty hasn’t worn off yet. Hyeongjun is touching him, licking him, fucking his finger in and out of his cunt so slowly, he can only feel equal parts giddy and needy.
“Please, Alpha, need more,” he whines.
Hyeongjun’s movements falter slightly, but he quickly recovers and obliges, sliding a second finger inside Jiseok. He can finally feel the stretch and fullness properly, nearly drooling when Hyeongjun gains the confidence to fuck his fingers a little faster, thrusting them in and out while he flicks his tongue over Jiseok’s clit. He’s still baffled at simply how good Hyeongjun is making him feel, how he knows how to use his mouth and his fingers in the exact way that makes Jiseok go crazy. He must have some kind of prior experience, the thought of which makes Jiseok’s Omega bristle. It’s definitely the heat brain talking, but he selfishly wants Hyeongjun all to himself. He wants more, wants more fingers, wants Hyeongjun’s tongue in his mouth, wants his cock filling him up, wants his knot, his cum—
“Oh, fuck!” He barely has time to get any words out of his mouth before he’s tightening his fists in Hyeongjun’s hair and clamping his legs around his head, body convulsing as a violent orgasm crashes over him. He shoves Hyeongjun’s face into his cunt with more force than necessary, but it doesn’t bother him, he just fucks him through it and licks up all the slick gushing around his fingers.
Jiseok’s body feels like a livewire, buzzing and trembling from the shocks of pleasure racking his core. He blearily looks down, getting an eyeful of Hyeongjun’s soft mouth still lapping at his cunt as Jiseok rides the numbing orgasm.
He almost thinks his eyes are betraying him when he looks further down the bed and spots movement—Hyeongjun’s lower half lazily grinding against the mattress. He doesn’t know how long he’s been doing it, rutting against the bed, or if he even realizes he’s doing it, but it makes another wave of arousal crash into Jiseok strongly enough he distantly wonders if it was another orgasm. He resists the urge to let his eyes roll back in his head because he wants to watch as Hyeongjun gives in to his desire and humps the mattress like a dog. It’s so fucking hot, it makes Jiseok gush slick obscenely with every dwindling pulse of his cunt as his climax subsides.
His legs lose all the tension they had and fall limp to the side, no longer crushing Hyeongjun’s head, and the rest of his body goes boneless not long after. Recognizing Jiseok’s limpness, Hyeongjun gives him one last lick before drawing his mouth away with an obscene string of slick and saliva stretching between his lower lip and Jiseok’s pussy before snapping. He removes his fingers as well and without hesitation, takes them all the way into his mouth and sucks Jiseok’s slick from his digits, knuckles to fingertips. He’s speechless at the brazen move, and his face must show it because Hyeongjun’s initially dazed and aroused expression transforms into something more bashful as he avoids Jiseok’s eyes.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to wipe them off on the sheets…”
Jiseok giggles in disbelief at the sheer 180 in his demeanor. “I’ve already made enough of a mess, you really think wiping your hands would have mattered? But it’s okay, it was hot.”
Hyeongjun ducks his head in embarrassment. His voice is whiny when he mumbles, “You don’t have to say that.”
Jiseok reaches down to cradle Hyeongjun’s chin, making him lift his head to meet his gaze. His cheeks are rosy red, his face is still wet, and Jiseok wants to kiss him stupid.
“Mm, but it’s true. I liked watching you suck your fingers almost as much as I liked watching you grinding on the bed. Do I just taste that good?”
Hyeongjun’s eyes widen comically large. He jerks his way out of Jiseok’s hold, tucking his face into Jiseok’s thigh to hide from him. From the way his head is turned, he has the perfect view of Hyeongjun’s ears turning red. So cute.
“Please stop,” he mumbles.
“Why don’t you come up here and shut me up yourself?” Jiseok taunts. He wrings his fingers in the collar of Hyeongjun’s shirt and tugs, urging him to crawl up Jiseok’s body until they’re face to face. Hyeongjun’s gaze falls to Jiseok’s mouth unsubtly.
Tangling his fingers in Hyeongjun’s hair once more, Jiseok pulls him in for a hungry kiss. He can taste the sweetness of himself on his tongue—like cotton candy, Jooyeon always says. Hyeongjun kisses hesitantly at first, palpable restraint hanging over his head, so Jiseok just fists his hair a little harder, brings him a little closer. He whines into the kiss petulantly, nipping at Hyeongjun’s lower lip. Jiseok’s orgasm had helped the fire in his stomach subside, but he can feel his heat creeping up on him once again. It won’t be long until he’s sweating and writhing around like before. He has an itch under his skin with the need to feel Hyeongjun; He wants Hyeongjun to devour him, not kiss him sweetly like he’s still doing.
Jiseok begins to fumble with Hyeongjun’s stolen hoodie that he’s still wearing, desperate to get their bodies closer. He rucks the hem of it up his body as best he can with the way he’s still trapped between Hyeongjun and the bed, but has to unfortunately break their kiss in order to fully remove the garment.
He parts his lips from Hyeongjun but speaks against his cheek when he murmurs, “Help your Omega.”
Hyeongjun stiffens. His scent develops a bitter undertone, obviously displeased with something. It instinctively makes Jiseok shrivel, a cold feeling washing through his chest. Why is his Alpha unhappy?
A distressed whine bubbles up in Jiseok’s throat, and Hyeongjun seemingly snaps out of his troubled thoughts, helping Jiseok remove the hoodie. His chest is heaving, getting more breathless as his heat starts to return full force, even stronger than before. Hyeongjun just stares wordlessly at Jiseok’s red face and sweat-slick skin. Pitifully, he throws his head back, exposing his neck in an effort to entice Hyeongjun. Any other Alpha would be growling and sinking their teeth into Jiseok right now, but Hyeongjun’s scent only seems to sour more.
“What’s wrong?” Jiseok says, wringing his hands in the front of Hyeongjun’s shirt.
“Don’t… Don’t call yourself that.”
Jiseok quirks his head. “What?”
A frustrated frown crosses Hyeongjun’s face, as if Jiseok is being purposefully obtuse. He refuses to meet Jiseok’s gaze, he just stays kneeling between his spread legs, but not touching him.
“My Omega. You’re not my Omega, Jiseok, you’re your own person. Just because I’m an Alpha doesn’t mean I own you.”
Jiseok can’t help the way he wilts when Hyeongjun says You’re not my Omega. If he was in his right mind, he would be able to navigate the conversation thoughtfully, but in his heat-induced haze he can do nothing but shrink into himself at the words. His brain knows Hyeongjun’s intent, but the rational part of him is entirely outweighed by Jiseok’s volatile instincts. All he can think about is the fact that he’s in heat, his Alpha isn’t touching him, and his Alpha just said he doesn’t want him.
He had mostly held himself together until now—Definitely went a bit feral when his heat first struck, but once he had the scent and touch of his packmate he stayed relatively lucid. However, with Hyeongjun’s careless words and the exponentially growing need within him, Jiseok comes undone. Big tears well up in his eyes and fall down his cheeks before he even realizes it, his panting turning into wheezing sobs.
Hyeongjun’s face falls immediately, and he reaches out to hold Jiseok.
“No, no—Alpha doesn’t want me,” he cries, trying to fight off Hyeongjun’s hands.
“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry—“
“You said it, I’m not your Omega,” he says hysterically, more hot tears cascading down his cheeks. Any other time he would be humiliated to be reduced to such a primitive state, but the raging instincts inside him don’t give him the chance to think about his behavior, all he can do is feel, and he feels bad.
“I’m sorry, come here,” Hyeongjun’s voice is panicked as he struggles to handle Jiseok in this state. He leans against the headboard and wrestles Jiseok into his lap, holding him close in hopes that his scent will calm him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Jiseok squirms in his arms when Hyeongjun tries to scent him, the ticklish feeling of Hyeongjun’s nose against his neck more overwhelming than pleasant. The fabric of Hyeongjun’s clothes is scratching at his nude body and it just further creates a barrier between them in Jiseok’s mind, his naked body bared to Hyeongjun, but still unable to touch him. He’s sobbing, and his abdomen is starting to cramp again, and he just wants his Alpha to take care of him.
“Jiseokie, you need to calm down, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Hyeongjun urges.
“No! Alpha said he doesn’t want me, let me go—“
Hyeongjun wrestles with Jiseok for a moment, trying to get him to sit still, and suddenly, the world around him becomes fuzzy and distant. His head lolls forward and his body goes limp, like a puppet with all his strings cut, completely ragdolled in Hyeongjun’s lap. His vision is blurry and moves belatedly like he’s drunk as he tries to orient himself, and any attempt to move seems utterly impossible, as if his limbs are made of lead. It takes a while for his mind to recognize his incapacitated state, and takes even longer to register the sharp sting in the back of his neck. A guttural moan spills from his lips as he realizes that Hyeongjun has sunk his teeth into the back of Jiseok’s neck, scruffing him.
He twitches in Hyeongjun’s hold, trying to regain control of himself, but the teeth in his neck only bite harder. He instinctively whimpers in submission and goes still. A rush of slick dribbles from between his legs and undoubtedly soaks the mattress, saturating the air as well with Jiseok’s candy scent. The room smells of a pleased, pacified Omega, a far sweeter scent than the distressed pheromones that were oozing from the both of them just minutes prior.
When Jiseok is finally settled, Hyeongjun removes his teeth and licks the tender skin, keeping a firm hold of the Omega in his arms. The sting of the bite is muted and distant in the haze that Jiseok is in, he can’t even feel the pain over the calm that now rests in his bones.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do,” Hyeongjun mumbles into his skin.
Jiseok is still too dazed to reply, but it’s not like he minds. For Hyeongjun to scruff Jiseok is so unlike him. He doesn’t ever indulge in instinctual behaviors like that beyond scenting, but he has of course witnessed his packmates participating in bonding behaviors. Scruffing isn’t something that happens between them often—Jungsu has done it to Jooyeon a handful of times, usually when his rut is approaching and he’s starting to get snappy. Once, he had been bickering with Gunil over something stupid, but the argument had gotten more and more heated as Jooyeon provoked him. Jungsu had to inevitably step in and dig his teeth into the back of Jooyeon’s neck, causing him to crumple in his arms and go quiet. Jooyeon was sulky the rest of the day at being corrected in front of everyone, but he calmed down and apologized to Gunil.
There was another instance of Jiseok having a tough day, stressed from their upcoming comeback. He had been practicing on his guitar in the dorm but his fingers kept fumbling the chords, plucking the wrong strings, and just not moving the way he wanted them to. He made a mistake at the same bar for the fourth time in a row, and had buried his face in his hands, trying not to have a meltdown. He had ended up in Seungmin’s lap, crying out of frustration, when Seungmin grazed his teeth over the back of Jiseok’s neck and bit down, causing him to relax in his arms. Hyeongjun had walked out of his room at the same time and witnessed them, but quickly apologized for intruding and scurried back into his room.
Hyeongjun is obviously remorseful for having to resort to scruffing him, but Jiseok couldn’t be happier. This is what he wants, what he has wanted this whole time. For Hyeongjun to give in a little to his instincts.
“Alpha,” he coos, snuggling his sluggish body into Hyeongjun’s embrace.
“Jiseok…” Hyeongjun breathes, at a loss for words.
The Omega turns his head to nuzzle against Hyeongjun’s neck, breathing in his scent. He lazily kisses at Hyeongjun’s throat, trailing from his collarbones to Adam’s apple to his scent gland. His breath hitches when Jiseok licks his scent gland sloppily, still having little control over his body, and nibbling at the skin like a puppy. Hyeongjun smells relieved, probably happy to have calmed Jiseok down, but his scent also has a bite to it. He smells frustrated and worked up. Jiseok wiggles in his lap and moans into Hyeongjun’s neck when he feels the stiffness in his pants. His grip on Jiseok tightens when he attempts to grind on him, a low groan coming from his throat.
“Why won’t you help me?” Jiseok pleads. “Can smell it. You want me. Just take me.”
Hyeongjun groans, his head falling in exasperation. Jiseok’s stomach is cramping again, he’s leaking slick all over Hyeongjun’s pants, and they both know what Jiseok needs, and that he needs it soon.
“God, Jiseok, of course I want you. I’ve wanted to fuck you the whole time, ever since I smelled you in the waiting room,” Hyeongjun blurts out. “But I don’t know how much of this is my Alpha talking. I hate being reduced to my instincts. I don’t want everyone to think I’m just another Alpha that can’t control himself around an Omega in heat.”
Hyeongjun using such crude language, saying he wants to fuck him, does something to Jiseok. His limbs feel like jelly, but he still clumsily climbs around Hyeongjun’s lap until they’re face to face, straddling him. He cups Hyeongjun’s face and forces him to make eye contact. His eyebrows are pinched together, and his gaze falls to Jiseok’s mouth more than once, wetting his own lips. It’s funny how obvious his desire has become, how far he has let his walls fall.
“Would that be so bad?” Jiseok whispers. “Helping me because your Alpha wants you to?”
“We’re not animals Jiseok, I should have some self-control—“
“Han Hyeongjun,” Jiseok interrupts, “Stop thinking and just feel. Come take care of your Omega.”
Hyeongjun stays silent for a moment, eyes darting around Jiseok’s face. He looks conflicted, frustrated, and aroused. He can practically see Hyeongjun fighting with himself in his head, doing the exact opposite of what Jiseok told him to do. He’s said his piece, though, and it’s up to Hyeongjun to make the decision.
His gaze lands on Jiseok’s lips again and lingers. Jiseok can feel the change in Hyeongjun’s breath, a sharp inhale as if he’s about to speak, then silence. After a pregnant pause, he squeezes Jiseok’s waist and leans in, capturing his lips in a haphazard kiss. Mumbling against his mouth, Hyeongjun finally replies, “Okay. Just feel.”
It seems to be more of an affirmation to himself, but a happy purr rumbles in Jiseok’s chest nonetheless as he grins and kisses Hyeongjun again. Cold fingers gently trace around Jiseok’s belly button and leave goosebumps in their wake as Hyeongjun trails further and further south until he’s sinking two fingers inside Jiseok. He gasps, falling forward into Hyeongjun’s chest, hands grabbing at his shoulders. His legs start to tremble as Hyeongjun fucks him on his fingers, slick already dripping down his arm. He rocks his hips into Hyeongjun’s hand, desperately seeking more. Right on cue, a third finger is slipped inside his cunt, filling him up and stretching him just right. He bites at the flesh of Hyeongjun’s shoulder through his thin shirt and whines.
All the hours spent plucking away at the strings of his guitar have evidently given Hyeongjun the dexterity he needs to drive Jiseok absolutely mad. The excessive slick creates the most obscene sounds as Hyeongjun plunges his digits inside of him and grinds his palm into Jiseok’s clit, enjoying all the guttural moans it draws from the needy Omega. He thinks he might be nearing a second orgasm from the way the pleasure is building up inside him, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Hyeongjun sensed it too from the way Jiseok’s hands tremble where they rest on his shoulders.
But inevitably, his legs give out on him and he collapses in Hyeongjun’s lap, unable to straddle him any longer. However, now seated on top of Hyeongjun, he has the perfect angle to grind his cunt against his clothed cock, making them both groan at the friction. Even through the stiff denim he can tell that Hyeongjun is so hard, so turned on, and Jiseok wants his cock inside him so badly that he’s ready to tear his clothes off with his teeth at this point.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” he demands, rutting his hips into Hyeongjun’s like a feral animal. “Need your knot.”
He can hear Hyeongjun muttering an oh my god under his breath while he squeezes at Jiseok’s tiny waist.
“Okay, okay, you’ll get it, just lay back,” Hyeongjun instructs, and Jiseok easily follows.
He practically throws himself backwards on the bed, eager to get Hyeongjun inside him as quickly as possible. He spreads his legs shamelessly and hooks his ankles around Hyeongjun’s back, bringing him in closer. Jiseok bares his neck, submitting to him.
All of Hyeongjun’s built up defenses are breaking down piece by piece, judging by the way his pheromones spike at Jiseok submitting, belly up and throat bared. He’s still painfully in control of himself, but slipping more and more, and all Jiseok wants is for him to give in, to embrace it.
Hyeongjun falls into him, shoving his face into Jiseok’s neck. His mouth is hot and wet and everywhere, licking his scent gland, biting the skin of his throat a little too roughly, sucking marks into his sensitive flesh. Jiseok hums happily the whole while, elated to be marked like this, to be claimed as Hyeongjun’s. He isn’t looking forward to the makeup artists nagging him, but he can’t wait for the members to see the marks. He wants to show them off like a trophy, as if to say Look! Look what our shy Alpha has done!
He tugs on Hyeongjun’s hair aggressively, urging him to bite harder, to do more. And to his shock, Hyeongjun growls at him.
Immediately, Hyeongjun stops his actions and lifts his head to look at Jiseok with wide eyes.
“Oh god, I didn’t mean to do that. It just came out, I’m sorry—“
Jiseok giggles and tugs his hair again, even harder, and Hyeongjun involuntarily growls again and digs his painted nails into Jiseok. He blinks rapidly and shakes his head, trying to come back to his senses, but Jiseok doesn’t let him. He pinches the back of Hyeongjun’s neck, mimicking scruffing him, but not actually attempting to incapacitate him. It doesn’t affect Hyeongjun physically whatsoever, but Jiseok knows his instincts will see it as a direct challenge to his authority.
And he’s proven right when Hyeongjun growls a third time and snatches Jiseok’s hands away, pinning them to the bed, chest heaving and a wild look in his eyes.
His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Fuck, don’t do that! I feel like I’m going crazy!”
“Yeah?” Jiseok taunts breathlessly. “Lose your mind for me. Put me in my place.”
“You can’t—God, you can’t just say stuff like that.”
Jiseok challenges his stare. “I’ll keep saying it till you do something, Alpha.”
Hyeongjun just looks at him in awe for a moment. His crazed eyes drag up and down Jiseok’s flushed, nude body, eating him alive with his gaze. His fingers are twitching with too much energy and squeezing Jiseok’s wrists tighter than necessary, but he isn’t complaining—it’s addictive, making Hyeongjun lose himself.
“You’re gonna kill me, I swear,” Hyeongjun mutters, then grabs Jiseok and turns him over.
He happily complies to being maneuvered however Hyeongjun sees fit, especially when he knows what’s to come. Jiseok is rolled over onto his stomach, then those slender hands grip his waist and lift his hips up and allow Jiseok to prop himself up on his knees, leaving him face down ass up, presenting himself to his Alpha. He drools into the sheets as Hyeongjun nudges him around to his liking. The position satisfies something deep inside him, and it’s likely that Hyeongjun feels that same sense of satisfaction, having his Omega bent over like this just for him. Arching his back like a whore, Jiseok happily presents himself to his Alpha.
Hyeongjun unceremoniously shoves three fingers into Jiseok’s cunt, prodding and stretching to make sure he’s prepared to take his cock, as if his body hasn’t been biologically programmed for it. He has felt so empty and hollow ever since his heat first struck, the feeling only slightly relieved by Hyeongjun’s fingers inside him, he’s been desperate for his cock the whole time. It’s sweet, though, how he wants to make sure Jiseok is ready for him. He wonders if Hyeongjun has ever been with an Omega in heat. He hopes the answer is no, so he can be the one to show him just how good it feels. So he can be the best Hyeongjun has ever had.
He starts mewling into the sheets impatiently, urging Hyeongjun to replace his fingers with something else already. He turns his head to give him a half-hearted glare.
“Come on,” he whines petulantly, “You’ve made me wait long enough already.”
Hyeongjun withdraws his fingers from his pussy, then to Jiseok’s delight, licks the slick off his fingers again. His eyes are half-lidded and hardly focused as he sucks Jiseok’s slick off his fingers without a second thought. It makes him wonder if Hyeongjun’s excuse of not getting the sheets dirty was really the truth, or if he just wanted to keep tasting Jiseok.
Once he’s licked his hand clean, Hyeongjun gets to work at the button of his pants. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and shyly peeks at Jiseok before averting his gaze and shimmying his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs. Jiseok has obviously seen him in various states of undress due to the fact they live together and are constantly dressed up and down like a barbie doll by the stylists, but it’s still somehow making Hyeongjun self-conscious to be seen by Jiseok like this. Maybe he doesn’t want Jiseok to see how hard he is, or how his knot has started to swell at the base of his dick, but he still lets Jiseok stare, lets him drool at the sight.
He wants to reach back and touch Hyeongjun, to jerk him off or to put him in his mouth, but before he can get too carried away Hyeongjun is wrapping his pretty, spindly fingers around his cock and guiding himself to Jiseok’s cunt.
Jiseok’s breath catches in his throat at the thrilling feeling of the head of Hyeongjun’s cock pressed to his entrance, not yet pushing in. It’s hot and wet and Jiseok needs it inside him before he actually goes crazy.
“Please, please, please,” he whines deliriously.
Hyeongjun runs a comforting hand down his spine, soothing him. His voice is quiet, almost a whisper when he says, “It’s okay, Alpha will take care of you.”
Before Jiseok can get hung up on Hyeongjun calling himself Alpha, his cock is already pushing inside him, slow and steady.
It makes Jiseok’s jaw go slack and his eyes flutter shut as Hyeongjun fills him up. He’s wet and warm and thick as he slides inch by inch into Jiseok, finally satisfying that instinctual, empty feeling that had been clawing at his gut for hours now. The room is flooded with the combined scent of cinnamon and candy as their pheromones flow unbridled. He can practically taste Hyeongjun on his tongue with how thick his scent is—the smell of arousal that was once tamped down and held back is now more apparent than ever, he couldn’t hold it back even if he tried. His Omega purrs in pure bliss when Hyeongjun’s hips press flush to his ass, fully seated inside.
Jiseok wrings his hands in the sheets and moans deep in his throat. Finally, finally, he’s full of Hyeongjun. In his mind, in his lungs, in his cunt. So full, he could drown in him.
“Move,” he urges breathlessly. “Fuck me, your Omega needs it.”
He can distantly hear Hyeongjun swearing under his breath, but then comes the feeling of him pulling out so slowly, then thrusting back inside. He does it again, and Jiseok pushes his hips back to meet him, making them crash into each other a little rougher. Hyeongjun’s fingers scrabble at his waist and dig into his flesh as he moans openly, too surprised by the action to attempt to muffle himself. It gets Jiseok so hot seeing Hyeongjun unable to control his reactions—even just hearing him moan has Jiseok gushing slick like a hormonal teenager.
The shaky grip on his waist is readjusted so that Hyeongjun has better leverage to fuck Jiseok, starting up a lazy pace. The push and pull of Hyeongjun’s cock stretching out his pussy is intoxicating enough to have Jiseok drooling into the sheets as he adjusts to the feeling. His thighs, and now Hyeongjun’s pelvis, are already covered in slick, making nasty wet noises every time their skin meets and parts. It’s so good, but he needs more.
“Harder, Alpha,” he whines.
Obediently, Hyeongjun puts more force behind his movements. Little breathy moans escape his mouth with every thrust, muffled into the sheets. His thighs are starting to tremble, and if he didn’t have Hyeongjun’s hands holding him in place, he’s sure he would have collapsed to the mattress by now. Hyeongjun slowly gains more confidence, less worried about being careful with Jiseok, and less cautious about holding back his reactions. More soft moans have begun to tumble from Hyeongjun’s mouth every now and then as his walls break down further.
“That’s it,” Jiseok croons happily. “Keep going, want you to breed me.”
Hyeongjun’s hips stutter and his nails dig into Jiseok’s waist. His voice breaks when he croaks, “Oh my god, don’t say that.”
He sounds pained, but the flood of spiced cinnamon in the air gives him away. It’s so potent that Jiseok almost starts coughing. Tittering into the sheets, Jiseok feels like the cat that caught the cream. The evidence is damning—It seems that Jiseok has found a weakness of Hyeongjun’s just based on how intensely aroused he became at that one statement.
What a little freak, Jiseok thinks gleefully. He wonders what other secrets Hyeongjun holds.
“Why?” He’s barely able to hold back the giggle in his voice. “Because you know you want it too?”
“Please shut up,” Hyeongjun begs, head bowed, but still fucking him the whole while. His thrusts have become unintentionally erratic, obviously excited by the thought Jiseok had planted in his head.
“Breed me,” he goads. “Fuck me harder, knot me, put your pups in me, Hyeongjun-ah—“
He’s interrupted by Hyeongjun leaning over Jiseok’s back, pushing him flat against the bed and pinning him to the mattress with his own body. With how close he is, he can feel Hyeongjun’s breath on the back of his neck, uneven and fast. He drives himself into Jiseok with little thought, just feeling. It feels almost animal with Hyeongjun draped over his back like this, thrusts uncontrolled and mindless. Jiseok can only drool into the sheets, entirely too happy to be used like this. All of his work spent breaking down Hyeongjun’s mental barriers has culminated into this: his Alpha whimpering against his neck, fucking him without a thought in his mind other than breeding Jiseok. Hyeongjun has finally succumbed to his instincts.
Jiseok is delirious as he cries, “Yes, yes! Like that, breed me!”
“Fuck, Jiseok,” Hyeongjun gasps.
He can feel Hyeongjun’s growing knot pressing up against him with every thrust, knowing it won’t be long until he will have it inside him.
A hand is suddenly wedged between Jiseok’s body and the bed, diving down until Hyeongjun’s fingers make contact with his swollen clit. Jiseok jerks violently with a loud yelp, writhing at the unexpected sensation of Hyeongjun massaging his clit, still fucking him just as mindlessly as before. He tries to squirm away from the feeling but is completely incapacitated, pinned beneath Hyeongjun. It’s so much, the combined sensation of being fucked and having his clit played with at the same time, intense enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.
“You feel so good,” Hyeongjun groans.
Jiseok glows at the praise, happy to be pleasing his Alpha. Hyeongjun’s swelling knot begins to catch on his walls with every push and pull and Jiseok can only scrabble at the sheets. He needs it inside him, he feels like he might actually shrivel up and die if Hyeongjun denies him his knot, but he knows he won’t. He’s just as desperate for it. His thrusts are single-minded and determined to give both of them what they want.
“Gonna knot you, okay?” Hyeongjun quickens his fingers when he speaks, making Jiseok lose his ability to speak for a moment.
“Mmmf—Yes, yes,” he babbles deliriously, clenching around the cock inside him. “I—unh! Want your pups, Alpha.”
“Just relax for me,” Hyeongjun says, and sinks his teeth into the back of Jiseok’s neck.
Just like before, he instantly goes limp. His head lolls to the side and his frantic grip on the sheets comes undone as he becomes totally pliant beneath Hyeongjun. It’s just as intoxicating as it was before, the calm and relaxation that washes over his body, relieving any worry or discomfort. He knows his neck is going to be bruised and tender after his heat is over, but he can’t bring himself to care about nagging stylists and frustrated managers when it just feels so good. It feels like he could melt into Hyeongjun, that their bodies could fuse together and become one. With his head fuzzy and his vision blurred, he can do nothing but lay prone and let Hyeongjun take care of him.
Hyeongjun’s knot has swollen enough to the point that he can no longer fuck in and out of Jiseok fully, only able to slide in until his knot presses up against Jiseok’s vulva, not yet pushing inside. He grinds against Jiseok for a moment, nonverbally preparing him to expect the stretch, as his mouth is still busy clenching down on Jiseok’s neck.
Eventually, Hyeongjun thrusts forwards, and begins to work his knot inside Jiseok. The lack of tension in his body allows the knot to sink inside with only a little resistance, the both of them groaning when it finally catches. Jiseok feels so, so full, Hyeongjun’s cock buried so deep inside and his knot stretching his walls. He jerks his hips shallowly, fucking Jiseok on his knot with what limited movement he has. Removing his teeth from Jiseok’s neck, Hyeongjun lets his head drop and rests his forehead on his sweaty back while he grinds his hips into Jiseok and finally comes undone.
The warm feeling of Hyeongjun’s cum filling him up causes a mewl to rise in his throat. The Alpha is panting and whimpering uncontrollably as he shudders his way through his orgasm, the fingers against Jiseok’s clit going still as all of Hyeongjun’s thoughts fizzle out of his brain. And if Jiseok thought he was full just from the knot, the addition of the copious amounts of cum doesn’t even compare. He knows if the knot was not in place, he’d be leaking cum all over the sheets already ruined from his own slick.
“Yeah, there you go,” Jiseok coos, “Give me your pups, Alpha, fill me up.”
“Fuck,” Hyeongjun moans brokenly, hips stuttering.
His fingers eventually twitch back to life as he comes down from his climax, lazily circling Jiseok’s clit. Hyeongjun is still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm judging by the shakiness of his hands, but he’s far more focused on getting Jiseok to his peak too, grinding his knot into him while his hands regain their dexterity.
It’s too much, his cunt being stuffed so full and Hyeongjun toying with his sensitive, swollen clit, it all builds and builds until he tips over the edge and succumbs to his own orgasm.
It’s overwhelming and all-encompassing, seizing his entire body as it crashes over him. His cries are loud and wanton, but it’s not like he can help it, especially not with the way Hyeongjun keeps touching him through it. Slick mixed with cum gushes from him obscenely, somehow making its way past Hyeongjun’s knot and soaking the bed even further.
“Good boy, good Omega,” Hyeongjun murmurs into the shell of his ear.
Jiseok mewls, noisy and unable to control his reactions. His chest heaves, and he’s still trapped beneath Hyeongjun, but the pressure and weight feels good, feels comforting. He likes being covered entirely by his Alpha, protected and warm and safe while he comes down from his high. They both rest in silence, trying to catch their breath. Jiseok begins to purr. He feels so content, full of his Alpha, surrounded by his warmth and scent, his heat finally abated for now.
He’s on the verge of falling asleep when Hyeongjun sits up abruptly, propping himself up on his arms, and when Jiseok turns his head curiously he notices a horrified expression on Hyeongjun’s face.
“Oh my god, should I have worn a condom? Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
Jiseok can only laugh at him, giggling uncontrollably. His laughter takes the breath out of his lungs, and by the time he has gained the ability to speak again, Hyeongjun looks like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.
“Did you change your mind? You don’t want me pregnant anymore?”
Hyeongjun’s face goes bright red. “I didn’t—It was just my—my stupid instincts, you know we can’t…”
Jiseok gives him a dopey smile and says, “I know, silly. I’m on birth control.”
The words make Hyeongjun visibly deflate in relief. He leans over Jiseok again, wrapping his arms around his stomach, and rolls them both over onto their sides. Jiseok hums happily and cuddles into his embrace.
They both know it will be a while before Hyeongjun’s knot goes down, so they lie in comfortable, sleepy silence. Jiseok feels happy and fuzzy inside, and not necessarily just from his heat being satisfied. He likes having Hyeongjun next to him like this, emotions raw and bared, unafraid to hold Jiseok and stroke his thumb over his abdomen, undoubtedly thinking about the fact that just below his palm, he’s buried inside Jiseok. In a different universe, under different circumstances, he thinks it wouldn’t be so bad to have Hyeongjun’s pups. He hopes that Hyeongjun’s Alpha is just as satisfied as Jiseok’s Omega is.
He has almost drifted to sleep when Hyeongjun tucks a strand of Jiseok’s hair back, making him blink awake.
“Thank you,” Hyeongjun says, apropos of nothing.
“For what?” Jiseok asks sleepily. “I should be the one thanking you for helping with my heat.”
He hugs Jiseok a little tighter, nuzzling the back of his head. Nosing his way down to the nape of his neck, Hyeongjun lands upon the bite marks he had left earlier, and gives them a tender kiss.
“For helping me feel comfortable to do stuff like this. I feel like I needed that push,” he confesses. “I think I worry too much about what I should or shouldn’t be as an Alpha. I’ve never known how to balance myself and my instincts.”
Jiseok hums, thinking on his words before he responds.
“Your instincts and your self aren’t two different entities, Hyeongjun. It’s all you. Just breathe a little, and we’ll all be here to guide you.”
It’s sweet, really. It’s always been an unspoken rule between them that Hyeongjun is undoubtedly a part of their pack, but has never shown desire or interest in any bonding behaviors, such as helping with heats or ruts. They assumed he liked his distance, so it was never really pushed. Of course there have been moments shared between members with Hyeongjun out of earshot, wishing he felt more comfortable with his place in the pack, but he had long since explained to them his dislike of his secondary gender, so the topic was always dropped. Jiseok had failed to consider that Hyeongjun’s feelings might have changed in the years since their formation. However, he has faith in the rest of his members that they will accept Hyeongjun in any form he takes.
-
It’s late by the time that Hyeongjun tiptoes his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He had been praying that everyone was already asleep, but much to his chagrin, he turns the corner and immediately makes eye contact with Jooyeon and Jungsu, indulging in some late night ramen.
Jooyeon whistles playfully as he takes in Hyeongjun’s tousled hair and disheveled clothes. He knows he must look like a hot mess.
“There’s the man of the hour.”
Hyeongjun chooses not to respond, hoping that they’ll leave him alone. He doesn’t know if he has enough mental willpower left to sustain any teasing.
“Didn’t know you had it in you,” Jungsu says, entirely nonchalant. “I thought I’d send you in there and you’d come running out with your tail between your legs. Jiseokie is a handful when he’s in heat.”
“It sounded like he had it handled,” Jooyeon responds through a mouthful of ramen. “I mean, did you hear Jiseok? How did you even get him that loud, Hyeongjunnie?”
“Please stop,” Hyeongjun says morosely as he shuffles his way to the fridge.
“No, I’m being serious!” Jooyeon says, jumping down from where he had been sitting on the counter so he can crowd Hyeongjun’s space. “Did you eat him out? Was that it? See, I know he likes that but my jaw always gets tired too quick, and—“
“Your jaw doesn’t seem to get tired from talking,” Hyeongjun snaps, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge. Jungsu is cackling across the kitchen, borderline choking on his half-chewed ramen. Jooyeon just pouts at him.
“Okay, but if you get tired can you at least, like, tag me in or something? He just smells so good.”
For some reason, that makes Hyeongjun prickle. Since he had let his instincts take over earlier, they’ve remained present, right under the skin. He doesn’t mean to react like that—honestly, he’s never cared about Jooyeon being intimate with Jiseok, but in the moment, having another Alpha talking about him that way unexpectedly riles him up inside. He bites his lip, doing his best to suppress the reaction. Hyeongjun can’t afford to get in a scuffle over something like this, not when he’s still trying to figure out how to navigate his instincts. He would rather eat glass than have his first attempt at embracing his instincts end in him getting territorial and butting heads with Jooyeon. Still, Jungsu manages to pick up on the souring of his scent, letting out an incredulous laugh.
“Someone’s possessive,” he teases. “Go take care of your Omega, he’ll probably start crying again here in a minute.”
Hyeongjun exhales heavily, lifting his head to meet their gazes. Jungsu looks amused, and Jooyeon is pouting childishly. They’re not mad. They don’t care that Hyeongjun’s instincts slipped through the cracks. He swallows the lump in his throat.
Wordlessly saluting Jungsu, he scurries his way out of the kitchen with footsteps lighter than before.