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Minho arrived in the studio just two minutes late, shutting the door behind him and chucking his bag on the couch. “Sorry I’m late, hyung.”
“No worries, Min,” Chan said, half distracted. He was clicking away at his keyboard, his headphones sitting askew on his forehead. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Minho paused in the act of turning towards the recording booth, cocking his head in a silent question. “Yeah, hyung. What’s up?”
Chan cleared his throat and glanced away, fiddling with a pen. His ears were bright red. “Have you thought about when you’re going to put in for partner heat leave? I mean, Jisung’s heat is coming up soon, you don’t have much time to get your request approved-”
Minho went still. Another alpha knowing that his omega was going to go into heat made him want to bare his teeth at Chan, maybe growl a little just to get his point across.
He pushed back at the instinct, annoyed at his own reaction to a simple question from his head alpha.
Minho stared at him, his chest prickling uncomfortably. “Jisung normally spends his heats alone, hyung.”
Jisung always spent his heats by himself, locked in his room. When they first got together, Jisung was shy about his heats. He never asked for anything more than Minho’s laundry, which he returned afterwards washed and neatly folded, no trace of his scent lingering on the fabric.
From the way the other omegas talked to each other about it, Minho got the impression that Jisung’s heats were intense. They lasted at least a full day longer than the other’s, even with a good knotting toy to tide him over.
In turn, Minho spent his ruts alone in his room, tearing holes in his pillows and fucking into his fleshlight, imagining Jisung’s tiny waist under his hands. He shuddered at the idea of Jisung seeing him like that, near-feral and out of his mind with need. Neither of them had ever shared a heat or rut.
“Jisung hasn’t said anything to me about sharing his heat,” Minho said, trying to keep his tone even and fighting down a growl.
“Oh,” Chan said, a red flush working its way up his neck. “Sorry, Min, I thought he asked you about it already.”
Minho shuffled his feet a bit, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. A short silence fell, broken by Chan clearing his throat again. He made a sort of half-gesture towards the recording booth, giving Minho an out.
Minho took it, unwilling to risk outright growling at his hyung. He made a mental note to ask Jisung about it later as the heavy door swung shut.
Jisung beat Minho to it.
Minho spent the intervening time waffling, unwilling to bring it up himself out of nerves. How did someone ask an omega to join them for their heat without sounding like a sleazy alpha?
A few days later, after which Minho spent time surreptitiously scenting Jisung, trying to find the telltale scent of preheat, Jisung turned to face him during one of their movie nights in Jisung’s room.
“Hyung,” Jisung asked, his eyes illuminated in the soft glow of the laptop. “I- I’m gonna go into heat soon. Will… will you help me through it?”
He hid in Minho’s neck, burying his nose in Minho’s scent gland. Minho rubbed his back, hoping to soothe and stop Jisung’s scent from souring.
Minho’s alpha preened in his chest that his omega asked him to spend his heat with him, but Minho pushed it down. Jisung wasn’t asking to be marked up or bred with Minho’s pup. He couldn’t be acting like this when Jisung was in heat.
“Chan let it slip a few days ago,” Minho confessed into Jisung’s hair. He kissed the top of Jisung’s head, stifling a laugh at Jisung’s embarrassed whine. “Of course I’ll spend your heat with you, jagi.”
Jisung’s voice was muffled from where he shoved it into Minho’s neck. “Chan told you- of course he did, I never should have even mentioned it to him, that traitor-”
Minho let Jisung spew vitriol against Chan into his neck, rubbing his back in wide soothing circles to calm him. Somehow he didn’t think telling Jisung that Chan assumed Minho was already aware of Jisung’s impending heat would help.
He elected to remain silent, waiting for Jisung’s grumbles to die down.
Jisung emerged with flushed cheeks and laid his head on Minho’s chest. “Thank you, hyung.”
Minho bent to kiss Jisung’s red ear, already mentally making a list of all the items he would have to gather for Jisung’s heat.
Minho grunted as he shoved a box into the tiny space beneath his bed. He hauled himself upright to survey his handiwork.
His bedroom was almost ready for Jisung’s heat. The box now neatly stored under his bed contained bottles of water and an array of Jisung’s favorite snacks. A stack of nesting materials; blankets, pillows, clothes, and spare sheets, was placed at the foot of the bed. A heating pad and painkillers were on the bedside table.
Emergency lube and a box of condoms were beside them. Minho had wrestled with his alpha over it, his lip curling in distaste whenever he thought about having to knot Jisung with a condom separating them. Of course, Jisung was on the strongest birth control available, but- the condoms were ready, procured by a whispered request to their manager.
The room was ready. All that was missing was Jisung.
He wasn’t scheduled to go into heat until the end of the week, and the sweet scent of preheat had already started to bleed through over his usual warm cinnamon scent.
The rest of the pack crowded around Jisung, eager to get lungfuls of his lovely scent. Jisung preferred to climb into Minho’s lap, rubbing his face on Minho’s neck and purring.
He would rather bite off his tongue than admit it, but seeing Jisung turn away from everyone else in favor of curling up in Minho’s lap made his chest rumble in a pleased sort of way.
“Jisung?” Minho called, hoping that the omega was still where he left him, snuggled up on the couch. “Could you come here for a moment?”
The sound of socked feet padding down the hallway alerted Minho to his presence, along with the tantalizing, sweet scent of preheat.
“Hyung…” Jisung whispered, wavering by the door. His eyes flicked all over the room, taking in the pile of nesting materials and the snacks. His cheeks went red when he saw the lube and condoms, his scent spiking. “Is this all for my heat?”
“Is it enough?” Minho fussed, picking at the corner of a bedsheet. “I got all the snacks you like, they’re all under here. I have all your favorite blankets and they’re all pre-scented, I did that this morning- oof!”
Jisung slammed into Minho’s chest, knocking him backwards onto the bed. The whole room smelled like happy omega, Jisung’s purrs echoing in his ears.
“Thank you, hyung,” Jisung hummed, his pleased trills sending Minho into a pleasant haze, his chest rumbling in response, his alpha roaring in approval.
Minho pulled Jisung into his lap. He tried to push down on the instinct to bundle Jisung into the bed, pin him down and knot him, get his teeth in Jisung’s neck to mate him.
Jisung hadn’t asked for all that. He just wanted his boyfriend to help him through his heat, not to give him a mating mark and pups.
Minho repeated this to himself over and over like a mantra, but it didn’t do anything to calm the rumbling of his alpha in his chest.
Jisung was right on schedule, his scent sweetening in the unmistakable way of an omega in heat, filling up the whole room during dance practice.
His knees buckled and he collapsed against Seungmin. “Hyung, Lino-hyung-”
“I got you, Han-ah,” Minho murmured, bundling Jisung into his arms and towards the door.
Jisung gave an embarrassed whimper and hid his face in Minho’s shoulder, his sniffles echoing in Minho’s ear and spurring him on to walk faster, to get his omega into his nest and keep him safe.
The ride back to the dorms was short, but Jisung refused to move off of Minho’s lap. He spent the time latched on to Minho’s scent gland, sucking and licking at the skin.
Minho groaned, trying to ignore his cock tenting his loose sweatpants. Jisung pawed at him, trilling when he got his fingers around Minho’s length.
Conscious of the driver, Minho grabbed his wrist, a warning growl rumbling in his throat. Jisung went limp, baring his neck for Minho to scent.
“Be good, Han-ah,” Minho murmured, rubbing his nose over the tender skin of Jisung’s neck.
Jisung shuddered and settled, one hand kneading at Minho’s thigh. He was quiet for the rest of the ride with Minho’s hand resting on the nape of his neck.
By the time they arrived back at the dorm, Jisung was so worked up that Minho had to knot him on the kitchen counter, their clothes barely tugged down far enough to fuck, rough and rushed.
It wasn’t the way Minho imagined knotting Jisung in heat, not the tender lovemaking in their nest that he had been picturing. Jisung’s temperature was spiking and he wouldn’t stop squirming, pawing at Minho for his knot.
“Yes, yes,” Jisung panted, seizing the front of Minho’s shirt and pulling him in close. “Yes, alpha, just like that, fuck-”
Minho grunted, too preoccupied with shoving his knot into Jisung’s swollen cunt to respond properly. He wasn’t even sure what filth would spill from his lips if he opened his mouth.
He carried Jisung back to his room, his chest itching with the desire to get his omega hidden away and safe. Jisung did his best to trip him up, running his hands over Minho’s shoulders and purring in delight, peppering his cheeks with sweet kisses.
Minho kicked the door shut behind them. He lowered Jisung into the nest, careful not to jostle him in the process.
His knot wouldn’t last as long as it would if he was in rut, but it would keep Jisung satisfied through his heat. Jisung was purring, happy little trills echoing in Minho’s ears and soothing him.
Minho arranged Jisung inside the nest, tugging a spare blanket out of the way and getting a pillow up under his hips to support him. Jisung gasped as he was manhandled, his legs falling open wide to reveal his slicked-up pussy, stretched open around Minho’s softening knot.
Jisung’s cunt clenched around his knot and Minho groaned, grinding his hips against Jisung’s ass.
“Mmm, hyung,” Jisung purred, rocking his hips up to meet Minho’s grinds. “Feels so good, give it to me-”
Minho’s fingers tightened around the soft flesh of Jisung’s knee, his alpha roaring in his chest to push his knot back into his omega, to make sure he would carry Minho’s pups. He rubbed his other hand over Jisung’s tummy, feeling the way it rose and fell with each breath, imagining the way it would swell with Minho’s litter once he got pregnant.
Minho growled, hesitating. He had to get some food into Jisung before another wave hit. He tore his eyes away, his chest heaving, searching for the pile of snacks he stashed there earlier.
Before he could move, Jisung clambered up into his lap, clawing his way up Minho’s body. He purred louder, rubbing his cheek over Minho’s jaw in a light scenting. His scent was blooming, ripe, heavy and sweet.
“Hyung, give it to me, give me your pups,” Jisung whined, rocking his hips and baring his neck to Minho. “Want you to mate me, please-”
Minho’s lips twisted in a snarl, hungry eyes staring at the strip of bare skin, all for him to tear into. He pulled out and rolled Jisung onto his belly, his hands trembling with the effort it took to be gentle.
Jisung went easily, arching his back and presenting, putting his slicked-up pussy on display for Minho, cum dribbling down his folds.
Minho shoved his cock back inside with fumbling fingers, watching hungrily as his cock pushed through Jisung’s folds, a gush of cum slicking the way.
Jisung whimpered high and sweet, rocking his hips back into Minho’s thrusts. “Mmm, hyung, so good- harder, want it harder, please!”
Minho’s hips kicked, speeding up his thrusts and making Jisung wail. He tangled his fingers in Jisung’s hair to yank his head back, pulling Jisung up onto his knees and draping his back over Minho’s chest.
Minho nosed down Jisung’s neck, sucking kisses into the soft skin. He trailed the tip of his nose over Jisung’s swollen scent gland, shuddering at Jisung’s heatscent, the unmarked skin so tempting under his teeth.
“Mmm, gonna knot you up, Han-ah,” Minho mumbled, working his hips faster and growling deep in his chest at Jisung’s pleasured shriek, convulsing in his arms. He sank his teeth into Jisung’s neck, deep enough to leave a mark. “Stuff you full, give you pups, make you mine-”
“Yes, yes, wan’ it, hyung, give it to me,” Jisung babbled, choked sobs spilling from his lips as he was fucked. “Bite me, mate me, Minho-hyung, ah, ah, ah, please!”
His pussy clenched down on Minho’s cock in a gush of slick. The noises of their coupling echoed in the tiny room, Minho’s grunts and Jisung’s pleading whines barely audible under the wet squelching of Minho’s cock in his cunt.
Minho growled and shoved Jisung facedown into the mattress, hitching his hips up to mount him, pounding into his pussy. Jisung went limp, biting down on the blanket to muffle his wails as Minho fucked him.
He draped his body over Jisung’s back, unable to stop himself from shoving his nose into the crook of Jisung’s neck, hunting down his scent gland. Minho fixed his teeth over it, holding the temptation in his jaws.
Jisung shrieked under him, his head falling to one side, limp. “Bite- bite me, hyung, please-”
Minho bit down with a deep, satisfied growl, savoring the feeling of Jisung under his teeth, his skin breaking open and blood spilling between his lips.
Minho could already feel the threads of the bond tying them together, Jisung’s scent strengthening. He kept Jisung pinned down, his hips meeting Jisung’s ass in brutal slaps, pounding into him.
“Unngh, feels so good, hyung, yes!” Jisung cried, thrashing, a broken, panting moan falling from his lips.
Minho’s head spun, his hips working out of his control, the swell of his knot pushing inside Jisung’s cunt, so hot and still so tight.
Minho growled and pumped his hips faster, the wet heat of Jisung’s cunt sending him over the edge. He knew that Jisung was on the strongest birth control, that they couldn’t have pups right now, but that didn’t stop him from cumming as deep as he could, determined to knock him up.
“Mmm, alpha,” Jisung purred, arching his back into Minho’s touch. “Feels so good inside…”
Minho grunted, nosing over Jisung’s fresh mating mark. Jisung tilted his head to let Minho nuzzle over the skin, purring louder when Minho kissed the bite, smearing blood all over his neck.
Minho pulled back to flip Jisung onto his back, careful to keep from tugging on his knot tucked inside Jisung’s pussy, intent upon breeding him again.
Jisung looped his arms around Minho’s neck and dragged him down for a kiss, licking into his mouth with needy little mewls. “Hyung, wan’ more, need it, feels so good-”
Minho growled, already hitching Jisung’s hips up, getting him ready for another knot.
From there, the heat blurred Minho’s memories.
He had Jisung pinned on his knot, dozing between waves, the slick coating the inside of his thighs. Minho woke from a short nap to find Jisung bouncing on his cock, the loud squelching noises echoing in the quiet room.
Minho groaned and rocked his hips up to meet Jisung’s frantic movements. He squeezed Jisung’s hips, digging his fingers in deep just to hear Jisung’s little squeak of pleasure.
He felt like he was in rut, the urgent need to knot his mate and put pups in him pulsing through his veins. He groaned, his knot swelling inside Jisung’s soaked pussy, previous loads of cum gushing down Jisung’s thighs.
“Knot me,” Jisung panted, rolling his hips down, taking Minho’s cock deep inside his used cunt. His hand worked over his clit in tight little circles, driving him closer to climax. “Hyung, knot me, want it, need it, give me your pups-”
Minho moaned and fucked his hips up faster. He pulled Jisung down onto his swollen knot, rocking his hips to get his knot inside as deep as possible.
Jisung shuddered through his orgasm, his pussy milking Minho’s knot as he came. Minho let him slump down over his shoulder to recover, carding his fingers through Jisung’s sweaty hair and sweeping it off his forehead.
Minho grunted, the fluttering pulses of Jisung’s pussy sending him over the edge. He came hard inside Jisung’s cunt, stuffing him with cum. Jisung moaned, high and pleased, feeling the hot pumps of cum filling him up.
Jisung shoved his face in Minho’s neck, still riding out the high of their orgasms. He nosed over his scent gland and sank his teeth in.
Minho gasped as Jisung’s teeth broke the skin, sealing their bond. Minho’s whole body shook as the bond finally snapped into place, completed by Jisung’s bite on his neck.
“Yes, Sungie, that’s it, good boy-”
Jisung whined, already starting to bounce again.
He dozed off in Minho’s lap, snoring lightly in Minho’s ear. He refused to get off Minho’s knot for anything, not even to eat.
Jisung had to be coaxed into eating or taking sips of water. He begged for kisses after each bite and insisted that he eat everything while seated on Minho’s knot.
Someone- most likely Chan, by the scent, tried to knock on the door towards the tail end of Jisung’s heat.
The door cracked open. Minho snarled, attempting to cover Jisung’s body under his. Jisung hissed from under Minho, wrapping both his legs around Minho’s hips possessively.
Whoever it was didn’t try to open the door again. Jisung settled back down, scenting Minho in aggressive swipes, his purrs sounding more like growls.
Jisung’s heat broke on the morning of the fourth day.
Minho woke to find Jisung curled in his nest next to him, a tiny bit of drool slipping down his chin in the early morning light. He reached out to swipe his face clean, wiping his thumb on the destroyed sheets.
Minho looked around, feeling a bit guilty.
The nest was in shambles, stained sheets strewn across the room. One pillow was torn open and discarded on the floor, stuffing spilling from the ripped fabric. Clothes had dropped all over the floor, covered in empty water bottles and wrappers.
Jisung himself hadn’t escaped the damage. His nude body was littered in bites and bruises, covering his chest and neck. Cum and slick covered his thighs despite Minho’s best efforts to keep him clean.
Minho brushed a hand over Jisung’s forehead. He was a bit sweaty, but his fever had receded and his scent had returned to its normal cinnamon sweetness.
Minho tried not to look at the bruises and bite marks all over Jisung’s body, the feeling of guilt only getting stronger. He tried to ignore his alpha purring in his chest, pleased to see his omega so marked up and claimed as his, smelling like him and wearing Minho’s bite on his throat.
Jisung’s eyes fluttered open at the touch and he leaned into Minho’s hand, a purr kicking up in his chest. “Morning, hyung.”
“Han-ah,” Minho murmured, opening his arms for Jisung to burrow into his chest, his purrs getting louder.
Jisung hummed in satisfaction, shoving his nose in Minho’s collarbones.
Minho peeked under the sheets at Jisung’s ass to confirm his suspicions. A patchwork of bruises turned Jisung’s body black and blue, his ass reddened with bite marks and a few bright handprints. He cringed, wondering how Jisung could stand to look at him now.
Jisung cracked one eye open and caught him looking. He straightened up, his brows furrowed in concern. The sheets fell away to reveal his chest, covered in Minho’s marks.
Minho flinched.
“Jisungie-“
“It’s okay!” Jisung interrupted, his cheeks getting red. “I liked it- hyung, I really liked all of it.”
He grabbed Minho’s hand and put it on his throat, blinking up at him. Minho’s thumb covered a big purple bruise. He pressed down on it, watching as Jisung’s lips fell open and his pupils dilated.
Minho watched Jisung’s expression, hungry for the way his scent spiked and his head dropped to the side, revealing his new mating mark.
“I really liked it, hyung,” Jisung said, breathless, staring right into Minho’s eyes. “Can’t wait to help you with your rut, hyung, want it so bad- ah!”
Jisung giggled as Minho surged forward to kiss him, both of them falling back into their destroyed nest together.