#Traditional abo dynamics

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Ghoaptober # 3

Prompt: Hurt

Words: 5100~

TW: Distressing/Negative Sexual Experiences, Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Restraints, Intersex Omegas (NOT sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Please note that all the Distressing/Negative Sexual Experiences are not between Ghost and Soap. I think this one is right on the line for dub-con, so proceed with caution if that's something that might trigger you. If this is missing any trigger warning please do let me know!

I've always had an itch to subvert the 'omega desperately needs to get fucked during their heat' trope, so I honestly shouldn't be so surprised that this one got away from me like it did.

Enjoy!

As an omega, Soap had started preparing for his heat a good month in advance, he’d gathered up his favourite nesting blankets and made sure they were freshly laundered, he’d scouted a good Heat-Hotel that was nearby and booked a room, he’d even secured a partner. Some of the other omegas on base had been touting this new matcher app, that they’d reportedly had massive success with, so Soap had decided to give it a whirl and signed up. What’s the worst that could have happen, he was no doubt better trained than any of the civvies he’d be meeting up with. 

He’d been talking to an alpha named Dominic Wilckes and when the subject of his heat had come up, Dominic had asked if Soap was looking for a partner. With no reason to say no, Soap had said yes. He’s spent heats with and without partners before, and found accompanied heats to be much more manageable. 

Soap was in his room at the Heat-Hotel now, securing a layer of waterproof Heat-Sheets over his carefully arranged nest. When his heat was spiking he didn’t care, but when he was in a lull or was coming down, he hated having his nest being a messy, sticky, uncomfortable, ruined heap of blankets. So he’d learned how to weave a sturdy nest and had invested in specialty sheets that would keep it clean. 

His phone buzzed rapidly on the table, it was Dominic.

“here”

“safe n sOund solotions?”

“in the lobby”

“whr r u”

Dominic was a nice guy, but Soap could admit that the way he texted was a bit annoying. Having his messages open to send Dominic the room number reminded him that he hadn’t texted Ghost yet. He pulled up his location and sent it to his Lieutenant along with a quick text,

“At Safe & Sound Solutions, Room 348, Booked for three days, Should be back Tuesday.”

His message showed as being read within the minute and while he was waiting to see if Ghost would reply another message came in from Dominic,

“come down”

Soap reread the message, why would he need to go down to the lobby? Maybe there was an issue Dominic needed help with? Confused, but willing to help, Soap texted back a quick ‘On my way.’ and headed out, his riled instincts insisting he double and triple check that he’d locked the door to his room. That he made sure his nest was safe from intruders.

In the lobby, Soap found Dominic leaning up against the wall next to the lifts with a bag at his feet. Walking over, he tried to spot where the problem was. 

“Dominic? Whit’s wrong?” Soap questioned,

“Hey, John. Some of the people were giving me weird looks. I needed you to come to show them I’m not some creep hanging around for nothing.” Dominic stood from his lean and stepped into Soap’s space, bringing his arm up to rub a wrist over Soap’s nape. Scenting him. Soap let him, tilting his shoulders so the other man wouldn’t accidentally brush his mating glands, they got heinously sensitive when he was heating.  

“Oh, alrigh’,” Soap privately thought that Dominic was overthinking it, if anyone was looking at him weird it was for loitering around in the lobby, but not actually sitting in any of the many chairs scattered throughout. The lobby of every Heat-Hotel that Soap had ever visited always looked like Moses had called a plague of plush chintzy furniture down upon them. 

Soap led Dominic back into the lift, pressing the button for his floor. A chime from his phone brought his attention to the fact that Ghost had replied, he’d reacted to Soap’s message with a thumbs up and had sent back,

“Rog.” 

Ghost had a habit of reading his notifications as soon as he could, but often didn’t have the time to actually reply until later. 

“Who’s that?” Dominic asked, peeking over Soap’s arm to get a look at the screen. 

Soap locked his phone, the smile that had pulled up the corners of his mouth falling away. 

“Mah L.T. He likes tae know every’hings guid.” Soap replies, watching the numbers of the lift ding over to his floor and stepping out.

“Your L.T? What’s that?” Dominic crowded up against his back as he tried to finagle the keycard into scanning properly and unlocking the door. 

“Mah Lieutenant.” Soap pulls the door flush closed, grips the handle to make sure it’s sitting straight, then tries sliding the keycard through at a snail's pace. The light flashes green and he whips the door open before it can change its mind, sending a silent thanks out to Price for teaching him how to sweet-talk card readers. 

“Oh yeah. You're in some kinda military army thing right?” Dominic’s realization carried a strange tone of praise. 

“Yeah, U.K.S.F,” Soap clocks Dominics blank gaze and spells it out for him before he can ask, “United Kingdom Special Forces,”

A light comes on behind Dominic’s eyes, but a skeptical look crinkles his nose. “But can’t only U.K citizens join?” 

It's Soap’s turn to stare blankly, “Aye?” the answer carries a subtext of ‘you dumbass’ that Soap couldn’t have stopped if there were hostages at stake.

Soap watches Dominic’s confused look intensify. Good, they could be confused together.

“But aren’t you Irish?” 

“Nae!” Soap refutes, that idea in need of immediate culling, “Ah’m nae Irish. Ah’m a fuckin’ Scot!”

“Oh, I didn’t know Scottish people could join the British army?” 

Soap searches Dominic's face for any sign that he’s joking, Dominic looks earnestly back at him. 

Jesus Christ.

He’s not joking. 

“Scotland’s a par’ ae the U.K,” Soap says hesitantly, leadingly, begging Dominic to spend one brain cell on remembering his First Year geography lessons.

“Oh, Alright.” Dominic shrugs in a ‘whatever you say’ manner, that makes Soap think he’s doing it more to drop the conversation than he actually believes what he’s been told, “Are you already set up? When does your heat kick in?”

Dominic glances around the room, looking over Soap’s preparations, dropping his bag off his shoulder onto the desk pressed against the wall. Why a Heat-Hotel thought its room's occupants might need a desk, was the true mystery of the night. 

Soap shakes himself free of the disbelief clogging his brain, and checked his watch, “Wi’hin the ‘our, mebbe twen’y minutes?” 

Dominic shoots him an odd look again, clearly thinking something over.

“Whit? Whit’s wrong?” Soap glances around himself, but nothing looks wrong to him.

“Your accent’s cute, John, but it’s a bit hard to understand you. You know?” Dominic's tone is assured, almost complimentary, “It’s gonna be hard to know what you want if I can’t understand you.” He coaxes, like a parent reasoning with their toddler to not bite electrical cables. Like it’s what was best for everyone.

Baffled, Soap stares at him. He’s never gotten flak about his accent from his previous partners, everyone else had seemed to enjoy it. At least, Soap had thought they’d enjoyed it. 

“Aye,” Soap swallows hard, his stomach roiling “Eh- Uh- Yes. I can- Um- I’ll try tae- to speak,” flustered, Soap stutters through his answer as he tries to flatten his accent, “I’ll try to speak clearly.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” Dominic nods at him, “Now,” he slaps at his own thighs “where are we setting up? On the bed?” He walks over to the bed, toting his bag, and starts rummaging through the nightstands,  “They don’t have anything here, it's a good thing I brought my own stuff.” 

Soap eyes him as he approaches the nest, wincing as his tossed bag knocks free a carefully stacked pillow. Dominic clatters around a bit more, checking the minifridge and all the drawers in the desk. 

“Where’s your stuff?” He turns back to Soap.

Soap points wordlessly at the gutted dufflebag he’d carried his blankets over in. 

“Oh, you don’t use toys? A good omega? Like whining on your fingers instead?” Dominic’s voice dripped with sudden lascivious intent, he dropped his head to eye Soap through his lashes, licking his lips and petting his hands over his bag, “That’s okay, baby. Alpha will take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”

Soap inhaled shakily. He must not laugh. If he laughed he’d be out of a heat partner and his instincts would insist on him moving the nest. If he moved rooms he’d have to update Ghost. Ghost would worry about why he moved rooms and insist on checking on him. If his L.T came within one city block of him when he was on his heat Soap was dragging that alpha into his nest and not letting him leave. Soap did not want his L.T to write him up for fraternization. 

He must not laugh. 

“Oh yeah?” Soap eked out. Dominic must take the breathiness of his voice to be anticipation and his look only grew more seductive. 

“Yeah, baby. Come get comfy in your nest and Alpha will show you the presents he brought.” Dominic pats a hand on the nest, then gives it a surprised glance, “These are the blankets you want? They’re not very soft.”

Soap explains about how he doesn’t like his nest getting dirty as he crawls up onto the bed, petting a proprietary hand over his nest. It’s not like the blankets were scratchy terrycloth or anything, they were Heat-Sheets, they were made specifically for heats, they wouldn’t sell if they weren’t comfortable. 

“Here,” Dominic reached forward and Soap frantically knocks his hand away before it could tear into his nest. The judging look that Dominic shot him was completely uncalled for. What kind of psycho fucks with an omega’s nest. 

“What,” Dominic furrows his eyebrows at the omega, “I was just gonna show you a better way to do it. You could put a soft sheet on top, so you’re not laying on something so rough. I know omegas are super sensitive about that kinda stuff.”

“Nae- No. No, it’s fine like this. Thank you, Dominic.” Soap assures, sliding over to sit on the bed directly in front of Dominic, firmly between his nest and the alpha. 

After eyeing him for a moment longer Dominic shugs and turns back to his bag, muttering something about omegas being so picky under his breath. 

“I got you that water you like,” he says, pulling three litre bottles of Volvic mineral water out of his bag and setting them on the nightstand. Soap felt warmed and a touch shocked, he’d only mentioned that he likes Volvic best in passing. The warm feeling vanished when the next item Dominic pulled from his bag of tricks was a tall omegaen guard-collar.

“I know it’s usually that alphas wear muzzles for heats and omegas wear collars for ruts, but the skin on my face is super sensitive and I’ll get a rash if I wear a muzzle,” Dominic explained, handing over the collar when Soap hesitantly reached for it. 

It was made of good thick leather, fastening with two buckles in the back instead of a cheap zipper. The things that were throwing Soap off were that it was much taller than the typical guard-collar, how it flared out at the bottom to cover over his trapeziuses, and along with the four D-rings spaced around its middle, it honestly looked more like a posture-collar. 

“I was looking into the failure rate of guard-collars and this one has amazing reviews and no accidental bites,” Dominic supplies, tapping at the collar in Soap's hands, “Do you need help putting it on?”

Soap absently nods, not really processing what’s being said to him, and finds the contraption out of his hands and strapped around his neck within two heartbeats. Hands coming up to scrabble at the new pressure squishing his mating glands Soap gives a startled yelp and Dominic quickly grabs his hands. Shushing and cooing at him, giving his hands a firm squeeze when he tries to pull away. 

“It’s alright, omega. You’re doing so well.” Tuning out Dominic's crooning, Soap focused on calming his breathing. In for four, hold for four, out for four. In for four, hold for four, out for four.

With his breath under control Soap can admit that the collar isn’t as restrictive as he’d feared, he can breathe fine, and turn his head. Looking down or up presses a bit, but it’s not terrible.

Focusing on himself for a moment also revealed to Soap that he’d been so busy judging Dominic that he’d completely missed his body cresting through pre-heat. Taking another deep breath Soap warns the alpha that he’ll be going into full heat in a minute or two and watches the shocked look take over Dominic's face. It’s not surprising to Soap that Dominic hadn’t noticed, Soap’s scent has never been particularly loud and he’s not throwing himself at the alpha like the needy heat-drunk omegas do in films. 

The next few minutes are admittedly blurry to Soap as his body plunges into full heat, when he comes back to himself he’s face down with his ass up in the air and Dominic is playing between his thighs. By the wetness dripping down his legs Soap guesses that he’s already cum once, that or Dominic drools more than Eas A’  Chual Aluinn. 

Giving a pitching whine, Soap tries to get up onto his elbows and finds that the guard-collar wasn't Dominic’s only gift for him. There are soft leather cuffs secured around his wrists, latched closed with simple carabiners and attached to one of the D-rings of his collar with a short chain. Stopping him from lifting his head more than about twenty centimetres away from his hands, and consequently, the bed. 

“Do- Dominic?” He pants through his confusion and feels the man pull his tongue and what felt like three fingers out of his hole. 

“Back with me, omega? You’re doing so well. Getting so wet for me. Cumming so pretty.” Dominic rumbles, reverent fingers coming back to pet over Soap’s twitching hole. 

Soap pushes back into the touch, feeling achingly empty, his lower belly cramping with the need to be filled. 

“Alpha, please,” he whines “Need your knot, please, please, knot me, ple-”

“Hush.” Dominic commands and the omega’s jaw snaps shut, “I’m not done with you yet omega, be quiet and settle down. Take what alpha gives you.” 

Tears prickled behind Soap’s eyes. He got his elbows under himself and lifted his head up off of the nest as far as he could, breathing easier without the blankets in his face. He yelps when hot suction suddenly seals around his cocklet with three fingers plunging back into his hole to bully his sweet spot. Thighs shaking Soap is pushed into another orgasm, face falling back into the sheets, muffling his squeals when Dominic doesn’t let up. Hard sucks and forceful strokes propelling him through one orgasm and directly into the next. 

His honest yelping coaxes Dominic off his cocklet, “Poor omega,” The alpha croons, petting over his thighs and grabbing at his ass, “So needy. It’s okay, alpha’s here. Alpha will give you what you need.” 

“Knot- Knot me. Alpha, please. Need it.” Soap begs shamelessly, the heat roaring through him stoked by his untied orgasms, his body painfully demanding for him to be knotted and filled.

“I don’t know,” comes Dominic’s teasing reply, leaking more false sympathy than Soap’s hole was leaking slick, “Have you been a good omega? Do you deserve my knot?” 

“Yes, Yes.” Soap nods as much as the collar allows, carefully smothering his accent, “Please, need it.”

“Okay, omega. Alpha will help you.” Dominic’s fingers pull out of him and an actual sob escapes Soap when instead of a cock, he feels a tongue push into his hole. He purposely turns into the sheets to muffle his cries, his instincts rioting, his climbing temperature making him feel sick.

A brief unwelcome stroke over his asshole yanks him from his spiral. His head snaps up, eyes wide and stinging with unshed tears. Did he imagine it? His chest heaves and he freezes perfectly still, staring blankly down at the tangle his nest has become. 

A finger, wet with what he can only assume is his own slick, prods past his rim up to the second knuckle and Soap gives a startled yowl, “Nae! Nae! Donnae do tha!”

“No?” Comes Dominic’s skeptical tease, his free hand squeezing goadingly at Soap’s hip “My poor Omega doesn't want all his heated holes nice and full?”

Soap frantically shakes his head, lacking words, but filled with denial. Tears knocked loose and coursing unseen down his cheeks.

“Alright,” Dominic agreed, no less skeptical, but slowly withdrawing his finger regardless.

When Soap felt that same finger slide down to line up with his hole’s entrance the omega is willing to admit that he may have come a little unglued.

He snarled, wriggling and kicking back at the alpha, yanking bruises into his wrists in the shape of the cuffs that bound them. Soap managed to thrash his way upright and huddled up against the headboard. Hissing at the flabbergasted alpha knelt at the foot of the bed, giving another throat tearing snarl when Dominic tried to reach for him. His instincts in full control and having decidedly assessed the alpha to be a bad heat partner. 

Keeping his full attention on the man, Soap brought his wrists up and bit open the carabiners, untethering the cuffs from the collar then unfastening the cuffs to slide them off altogether. His freed hands immediately moving behind his neck to unbuckle the collar, fumbling blindly and growling with bared teeth when the alpha made a move towards him. Managing to finagle the first buckle loose, he unhooked the second with much more finesse. Tossing the collar aside, Soap heaved a breath of relief, hands coming up to rub at his sore mating glands, the glands feeling nearly bruised from the constant pressing of the collar. 

“John, Calm down,” Dominic spoke up, voice slow and hesitant, “Everything’s fine, stop freaking out,”

Soap would have liked to close his eyes and regroup, but really didn't like the idea of leaving Dominic unsupervised. Instead he started up his breathing exercises again while keeping the alpha firmly within his sights. In for four, hold for four, out for four.

“That’s good. Just calm down,” Dominic praised, stretching forward to reach for Soap’s drawn up knees. 

Soap tossed the idea of regulating his breath out the window and drew himself up, “Dominic,” he grinds out of a throat that only wants to produce growls, “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” 

Dominic sat back on the bed, stymied, thoroughly confused, and a little offended. 

Soap’s temperature was spiking, though the want to be knotted and filled had completely vanished. Falling forward onto his hands, Soap panted for air, sweat pouring down his skin. His vision was fading, the sound of Dominic saying something coming through muffled, like his ears were stuffed with cotton. Chills and prickles raced up his spine to dance over his scalp. His throat felt like it was shrinking to the size of a straw. 

Something wet touched his bottom lip and he was automatically gulping down the water before he consciously made the decision to drink. The ringing faded from his ears just enough for him to hear Dominic.

“-hn, I called the emergency line. There’s a nurse comi-”

Soap’s vision blacked out.

When he blinked back to himself he was flat on his back with something cold pressing against the nape of his neck and his legs being held aloft by a beta woman that was standing beside the bed. Struggling to get his eyes to properly focus, he grunted his confusion.

“Hello, Mr Mactavish. I’m Kelly. How are you feeling?” The beta, Kelly, spoke with a voice that was friendly, but not perky. More of a matter-of-fact warmth. 

“Pre’y shite,” He groaned out, letting his eyes fall closed again as he rubbed at his face. Dimly registering that a thin blanket had been draped over his hips to cover his unmentionables.

“Yeah, I’d guess so,” Kelly commiserates, gently lowering his legs back onto the bed, “Could you keep your knees up for me? Just like that. Perfect. So, Mr Mactavish, you’ve just had a rather bad bout of Heat Rejection,” Kelly informs him, while keeping a grounding hand on his obediently raised knees, “It’s completely natural and not at all life threatening, the symptoms should level out within the next twenty-four hours. You’re welcome to ride it out in the medical suite here with us, or if you have someone that you can call that can sit with you for that time you’re free to leave.”

Soap slowly thinks this over, cracking open an eye and blearily noticing that the room is empty of anyone but Kelly and him. “Dominic,” he grunts, not quite managing to make it pitch up into a question.

“I asked Mr Wilckes to wait in the hall, as I wasn’t sure if his presence would make you uncomfortable.” Kelly is a consummate professional, but Soap thinks he can detect hints of scorn flitting about the corners of her eyes, “I can call him back in if that’s what you want.”

“Nae.” Soap denies, “Nae, I dun wan’ ‘im ‘ere. If ye coul' pass me mah phone I’ve someone tha’ can take me outta y’ur hair,”

Kelly kindly fetches his phone, though she doesn’t let him sit up to make the call. Eyeing Simon’s contact, he mentally apologizes to everyone on the base for the chaos he’s about to unleash, then hits dial.

He’s barely had the time to move the phone to his ear when the call is picked up.

“Johnny?” Ghost’s harried voice barks down the line, “What’s wrong?”

“Why’s some’hing gotta be wrong fer me tae call ye, L.T,” Soap bitches, trying to calm Ghost down from the lather he’s no doubt already worked himself into, “Gonnae gi’ a man a complex,”

“What’s wrong, Johnny” The voice that rumbles from the phone is pure domineering alpha and it kicks a reflexive placating whine from Soap’s chest. 

“Si, ah need ye tae come ge’ me,” Soap mumbles down the line, his bravado drowned by the sudden twisting need he has for Ghost to be here with him. 

“I’m coming, Johnny.” Is the immediate reply, and by the rustles coming from Ghost’s side of the call, Soap knows he’s hauling ass, “Can you stay on the call? Are you hurt?” 

“Ah’m fine, Si. Ah’m nae hurt,” Soap lets his eyes fall closed again, ignoring the judgmental look Kelly shoots him for his little fib. In his own defense, he’s not physically hurt. From what he knows of Heat Rejection, his body is just gonna be all kinds of outta wack while his hormones try to rapidly bring him back down to baseline. For now he’s content to listen to the sounds of Simon snapping at any unfortunate soul that dared get in his way. Soap only realises that he’s begun purring when a quiet answering purr comes from Simon. 

The slam of the room door opening jolts Soap out of the calm daze he’d fallen into and he reflexively punts the most pertinent object at the intruder. Unfortunately, that object happened to be the phone he’d been holding, even more unfortunately, the intruder was Ghost. 

Ghost easily ducks the unconventional projectile and covers the distance to the bed so fast, Soap could have sworn he teleported. From Kelly’s jump she also wasn’t expecting a man of Ghost’s size to move with that speed. 

Spooky bastard, his L.T.

“Ghost!” he cheers and is climbing up the alpha to nuzzle into his neck before he can rein in his rampant instincts. 

Omega and alpha freeze, Soap midnuzzle and Ghost with his hands reflexively clamped around his Sergeant’s bare thighs. 

Kelly, the blessed angel she is, gently clears her throat. Effectively snapping the awkward tension.

“Mr MacTavish is experiencing Heat Rejection and needs someone that is able to stay with him for the next twenty-four hours, or until his symptoms abate.” She looks up at Ghost, clad in his full skull-plated balaclava and half his field kit, without fear. Soap must have called while he was busy terrifying the rooks, “Can you do that?”

Ghost gives her a solemn nod, “Yes.” 

“Perfect,” Kelly starts listing symptoms, proper care practices, and things to watch out for when dealing with Heat Rejection and Soap is man enough to admit that he didn’t listen to a lick of it.

He was busy oscillating wildly between bone shaking horror that he was clinging to his Lieutenant while bare as a newborn, a deep seated greedy pleasure that Simon had come for him without question, and the brainless need to purr and rub against this perfect alpha until the rejected alpha’s scent was gone from his skin.  

Ghost’s hands gently squeezed his thighs, then loosened as he leaned forward a bit to encourage Johnny to stand on his own. Soap gave a petulant whine, but a reassuring purr and a gentle pat to his thighs had him reluctantly hopping down. Before his instincts could coax his better sense into indulging in a full blown pout for having to give up his prize, he was distracted by the sight of Ghost knelt at his feet holding out a pair of trackies for him to step into. 

If the mere thought of any kind of sexual touch didn’t currently make Soap want to run all the way back to Alba, Ghost on his knees for him would be a very enticing image, he couldn’t guarantee that it wouldn’t be the only thing on his mind the next time the need to let off steam hit either. For now, however, Soap was tired to his core and was pitifully grateful for the help as he stepped into the trousers, letting Ghost draw them up over his hips. 

Feeling like naught more than a bairn, Soap threw his arms up at Ghost’s gesture and let the man pull a shirt over his head. The impression was not helped by Ghost then immediately picking him up and perching him on his hip. The man was only eleven centimetres taller than him, where did he get off manhandling him like he was some kind of waif. Soap grumbled to himself, but was disinclined to actually demand he be allowed to walk on his own. Content to wrap all his limbs around Simon, like a particularly lonely limpet, and purr like a motorbike while rubbing their jaws together. 

There was a bit of a scuffle when Ghost had to convince him to let go and get in the car, but by the time the car was parked again Soap was barely conscious. He dully registered Simon picking him up out of his seat, the tension falling out of his muscles when he recognized the smells of their base. He thought he heard Prize and Gaz, but their voices were far away and the rumble of Simon’s chest was nice against his. 

Johnny cracked open an eye when he was plopped onto a bed, content to drowsily track Simon as the alpha threw his duffle, once again stuffed to bursting with blankets, next to the laundry bin. Simon heading for the door sent an unpleasant jolt through him and he whined forlornly, desperate to keep his alpha here with him.

“I’m going for drinks and food, Johnny,” Simon assured him, coming back to pet a hand over his warhawk, “I’ll be right back, I promise,”

Johnny whined again, but did nothing more to stop Simon from leaving. He could also do nothing to stop his instincts from insisting that he had disappointed his alpha and the man was never coming back. Trying to appease the knots his logic and instincts were tying themselves into, Johnny started rumpling around in the bed he’d been deposited onto to make up a new nest. A deep rolling purr bursting from him when he realized it was Simon’s bed. No doubt the alpha’s instincts were also going haywire, demanding he protect the omega. No better place than the heart of his own territory for that, Johnny supposed. 

The door opened and Johnny’s reflexive hiss broke into another purr at the sight of Simon. He actually barked a few ecstatic chirps when the alpha dropped lovely soft clean scentless blankets onto the bed. Johnny hadn’t chirped since his age was in the single digits, but Simon bringing him blankets, his alpha contributing to their nest, was really doing it for him. 

Johnny lost himself in weaving the perfect nest, as he always does, and once he deemed it faultless he looked for his alpha. 

Simon was standing, backed against the wall on the other side of the room, with his hands palms out and his chin tipped up to expose his throat. His bare uncovered balaclavaless throat, to match his uncovered balaclavaless face. 

Oh, Johnny's alpha was perfect.

The omega might have gotten a bit overwhelmed by the sheer excellence of his alpha and he went limp to flop and roll in his nest, catching a glimpse of Simon flinching forward at his abrupt fall before realising what Johnny was doing and assuming his non-aggressive stance again, with a perfect peachy pink blush creeping up his throat to bloom over his cheeks. 

“Alpha,” Johnny called him over, patting invitingly at the nest.

Simon took a hesitant step forward and was pulled the rest of the distance to the bed by Johnny’s delighted chirps. The omega was still flopped, but curled around just enough to snag the loose fabric of Simon’s pants, retracting his hand and shaking it out with an unhappy whine when the fabric’s rough texture offended him. In the next second Simon stood before him in only his knickers. Johnny doesn’t think he’s ever seen Simon strip that fast, including that time when Simon's clothes had actually caught fire. 

Johnny gives a surprised meep, gazing wide eyed at the alpha stood vibrating before him, waiting for permission to enter his own bed. Then gets over it and hauls the man down into the nest. Pushing him around until he was in the perfect position for cuddles. Johnny purrs, burying his face into the warm nook between Simon’s arm and his side, whining when the alpha lifts his arm to give him more room, only purring again when he put it back where it was.

A hand comes up to hesitantly pet over his back, creeping up to scratch across his nape, digging into the base of his warhawk, and Johnny feels his purr drop down his throat to resonate in his chest. Announcing for all who cared to listen that Johnny considered himself to be perfectly safe, cared for, and comfortable. An answering purr kicked up in Simon’s chest and Johnny let himself drift off. 

Knowing Simon wouldn’t hurt him.

So, did y'all know that Tumblr has a "4096-text-characters-per-block limit." ? Cause that was a fun discovery to have while I was trying to put this post together.

Thank You For Reading!

Let's all pray that Dominic wasn't still in the hall by the time Ghost got there, or pray for the opposite, depending on how much you hate Dominic.

I'll admit that this one got minimal editing, if you spot something wrong lemme know!

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Soooooo who's going to write the ABO Agathario fanfics I have been waiting VERY patiently...

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More head canons ABO AU

Long text about my head canon/ world building on abo zosan fic I'm working on.

Anatomy, Heats, Ruts and some hot take on bitching.

Feel free to ask questions if any comes to mind~

Betas

Do not experience heats or ruts but they can go into pseudo heats and ruts to help their pack-mates regulate and balance pheromones.

They are masters at balancing group scents and neutralize pheromones in tense situations. Betas can thus manipulate an alpha or omega in a contesting group with smells that make them less inclined to attack and/or fight. Betas are praised for this ability and while a crew may exist without an alpha or omega, without a beta it is very hard to keep the balance in the group.

Usopp thinks about this a WHOLE lot. Not that he stresses about this or feels any pressure, no way! Didn't you know the great scenter Usopp not only scented a whole country on the brink of civil war he scented them so good and into such harmony and balance he was crowned their hero and offered their most beautiful princess to marry. He had to decline the offer of course as a brave and powerful warrior of the sea he needed to set sail.

No? Well now you know, you silly goose.

Ruts

Alpha men and women have a penis and can impregnate others, only female alphas can get impregnated as they also have a vagina and birth canal. However due to much higher hormone production they may find it harder to get pregnant than betas and omegas.

Alphas go into ruts typically each month. Normally a Rut is over in two to tree days, unless spent with a mate. If their partner are an omega in heat, then it normally adapts up to the omegas breeding need, normally about a week but can be longer or shorter. Ruts need not be sexual, some just feel a heightened need to scent their packs, increase of aggression or posturing that a beta (or old alpha) may help balance with pheromones. Often more needy and want to be seen and praised for their efforts of pleasing their pack. Some alphas sleep a lot after a rut due to they exhaust themself by helping their pack and or training, fighting etc.

Depending on their health they can "jump" in their rut cycle. For example if very sick and/or injured. But also if they are suffering from severe mental illness, their pheromones and nervous systemen may "jump" some ruts to preserve energy and or protect the alpha from losing control and starting an unnecessary fight. The other extreme that can happen is an increase of hormones and pheromones making the alpha go into an overdrive rut. Those ruts turns them very aggressive, they get territorial and challenge alphas and opponents that they normally never would due to obvious power disparity, but also gets a boost of adrenaline and endurance. Zoro may enter this state when fighting in in life or death fights like the one in Wano. (or most of his big fights tbh)

Alphas are normally well equipped and all have the tissue needed at the base of their penises to create a knot. Knotting during sex is a euphoric experience for alphas and the emotional and hormonal high they get from knotting and staying locked together with their partner is a need in an alpha, especially during ruts. They can therefore sometimes be accused of asking too much, too early in a sexual relationship as knotting may not be every partners cup of tea so to speak.

Omegas are better equipped to stand knotting due to their own high it may bring during sex as they are deeply affected by alpha pheromones. Alphas can mate and bond to whoever, but are instinctively submissive to omegas and their moods. This is probably to not hurt them during heat and/or their own rut. They may find it hard to deny an omegas request, especially if they are in the same pack.

They also show this more submissive behavior (showing their neck, grunts, chuffs, whining like big babies) when they want to be included in pack building/nest bonding but as omegas normally don't let alphas into their nests they may be excluded at times. When they do get allowed into a cuddle puddle or nest cuddle they are like happy dogs or lazy cats depending how they may be affected by this kind of closeness. (I like to think Zoro gets SO happy when included, but try to be stoic about it and not appear needy when the non alphas in the crew scent or cuddles in the nest or on the deck. Luffy is a special case as the pack can keenly feel his extreme need for closeness. That does not give him entrance tickets to nest bondings thou.) Alphas often feel a need to please omegas, even if they are not sexually attracted or bonded to them. Omegas are in the same boat toward alphas, they are more likely to fawn and preen in front of an alpha in pre rut to please and maintain balance in the pack. For omega/alpha partners this can be very exiting and thrilling.

Alphas are often doting on their packs and want to have an eye on them, and during rut this instinct can go into such overdrive they turn aggressive against people that are not part of their group. This often makes them isolate in a rut room (especially if they have a sexual rut) or in the enclosed territory their pack have scented so they may be around and be soothed by their pack. Other alphas in the pack may spar and play figth to help each other blow off some steam. If they experience a sexual rut and they do have a partner/mate that are willing to help them the rut may end quicker, But there are plenty of toys they may use. Knotting in a fleshlight may not be as good as the real deal, but it takes the edge off and helps them throu the rut more comfortably.

Most of the time an alphas rut is very stable once it passes their presentation/adolescent years. For rut jumping and overdrive it needs to be rather a serious illness, hormone issues and/or a traumatic event that deeply affect the alpha. Examples are sudden loss of their mate or child, losing their whole pack, bitching, serious traumatic injury or sickness, (Physical and or mental)

When in rut an alphas scent is stronger, sticks for longer and is much easier to smell from long distances if not using salves/scent muting aids. Zoro is especially bad at muting his scent as he have used it and his pheromones too aggressively dominate opponents in his start as a bounty hunter. The crew grow used to it but others may find him extra intimidating due to this.

Both Zoro and Luffy experience rut jumpings in the two year time skip when separated from their pack. Luffy who suffers from separation anxiety have actually quite a few problems with rut jumping. After marineford he did not have a rut for almost a whole year. Zoros rut beacome unregular, something he had never experienced before. Took him almost a year to center himself and getting control of his ruts again. This training did give him an strong control over himself when in rut and/or faced with others in rut/heat so not to be as affected by others pheromones and smell. Is the most stable in the straw hats for a reason. ( But is also an expression of his need for control especially after thriller bark and 2 year TS)

Heats

Both female and male omegas have a birth canal and vagina. Male omegas also have a penis and testicles, but are smaller than betas and alphas. Both can be impregnated, only male omegas may impregnate but may have lower chances to do so than betas and alphas.

One unusual and sometimes explotited thing with omega biology is that they can carry litters from more than one sire. If they have multiple partners during a heat (especially if there are alphas that keep triggering the heat to last and or restart) the children born may be from all of the partners. Some omegas also have double pregnancies. That is to say they get pregnant again during the pregnancy and may birth another pup about one to two months after the first litter is born. This takes a heavy toll on the omega but is one of the reasons omegas are sought after in sexual slavery or in cultures where a lot of heirs are a priority and they are more or less looked upon as breeding tools.

Omegas suffers from sexual slavery the most along with female mermaids and may be offered as prices and accessories to the wealthy and powerful. Alabasta and Water 7 are places that have long tried to stop this discrimination and are looked upon as safe havens in the grand line. Kamabakka kingdom is another, more secret place. Wano protects their omegas, but the sexist practices against women also affects omegas whether male or female. They are often considered even more in need of protecting and are not allowed to carry the sword. (We see traces of this in Zoro's upbringing.)

Omegas in heats are more vulnerable for attack due to how their bodies react during heats and this is one of the reasons they are looked (down) upon as in bigger need of protection in many countries as well as why they are discriminated against.

They experience heats every three months. When presenting during adolescence it tends to come and go in waves and they may have two heats in just one month, or one every month. Adolescence is typically a hard time for omegas and they need family/their pack to be balanced. The less secure environment, the more fluctuations until their heats stabilises in the typical three month cycle.

Most heats are familial and they spend it with their beta and/or omega pack mates. Normally a heat lasts for about a week, and is really intense three to four days. Depending on the person it may be the first, middle or the last day of the heat.

Symptoms of a heat is usually fever, cramps, overproduction of slick, oversensitivity to lots of fabrics, increased and more sensitive sense of smell. A higher sensitivity to obey timbre and scruffing, which is why most omegas want to isolate in their nests or dens with trusted ones during heats. The need to look after their pack increases and may manifest by scenting and cuddling. But may also express more controlling behaviors to keep an eye on everybody and keep them close. They feel a strong need to protect their space where their people are.

Omegas smell very good during heats and one of the reasons alphas avoid them unless they are mates, as they may trigger a rut and thus trigger the omega into a sexual heat.

A sexual heat is normally a sweaty affair and if unlucky lasts the whole week in a breeding frenzy. Most omegas find this very tiring and normally don't have the stamina to pleasure themself during a whole week. If exposed or triggered by Alphas they may go into a breeding heat/ frenzy, their need to mate/breed completely overtake and they go almost feral. This can be used agains omegas and why they may show a more aggressive attitude against alphas. While in a sexual heat and without a partner toys helps take the edge off and lower the need of sex. And stable pack mates may help stabilize their pheromone and hormone production back to a standard heat.

I like to think there are knot rings they use and/or dildos that are equipped with pheromones/hormones that simulate the experience of mating. When used this eases the omega out of the sexual heat so they can faster return to their pack. Knotting and getting breed helps the heat end faster unless the alpha can't control their phermones and kick-starts another heat.

Hot take? Omegas are the most territorial ones. Once they have a pack they are very aggressive about protecting it. Alphas help scent and secure the "borders" of their omegas territory. If there is no omega in a pack the alpha takes on the role to scent and maintain territory but is not as defensive about it (unless in rut) as an omega may be.

Sunny is an example of a territory, and the nesting space an omega create is off limits to the pack unless invited in. An alpha that gets to cuddle and get pampered in an omegas nest after an injury for example is very lucky as they are most often excluded from this space due to their smell. Luffy can sit and look at the nest in the doorway with the biggest puppy eyes and only get snarls and hisses from Sanji. He is the most territorial omega anybody ever will meet.

But, he also takes VERY good care of his pack. As he makes food even during heats (unless it is too intense and he is incapacitated.) he does have problems denying women of course even if they are alphas, but not even an alpha lady is allowed near his nest unless under special circumstances. His instincts can go haywire and he borders on feral when policing his space, and he feels extra protective about the galley when stressed.

Bitching.

Personally I don't really like the idea that one can turn another alpha into an omega by bitching. (I have been thinking too much about reproductive function and suddenly growing them because bitching just feels wrong for me, lol). In my au a bitched alpha is an alpha that have been through abuse and/or traumatic events. Examples can be rape, slavery, domestic abuse, loss of their whole pack when very young and left to fend for themself, aggressive and distressing force scentings from other alphas that show dominance and leave their scent on the other, etc.

The term bitching is thus a derogatory term and is locked down upon by many.

For one to be "bitched" an alpha have suffered this in such intense and long period of time their pheromone production is forever damaged and their nervous system can't regulate it at all. They may smell like pre puberty alphas and their pheromones always smell "broken" when released, especially when upset/when they feel strong emotions. Ruts are often irregular, the need to show aggression to protect themselfs often turns into fear and posturing. A bitching often happens when the alpha is young and defenseless growing up, but may also happen to adult alphas that been so badly traumatized they can never properly recover. This practise is often used to keep dominance in a pack by ruling with fear, or used in war/torture. Some pirate fleets (and marines) are not below this behavior and they terrifies the areas where they roam. Even betas and omegas can technically be "bitched" too but alphas are seemingly more sensitive to getting their phermone and hormone production disrupted/destroyed.

PHEW that was a lot. My spell/ grammar check is out of whack and english is not my first language, so if there are a lot of mistakes I'm really sorry, but really wanted to get this out today.

[valyrfia]

exactly if I wanted best friends I would be into piarles which is probably the charles ship i'm least interested in even tho pierre is very obviously the driver charles is closest to in real life

I'm simply not compelled by Piarles, but I've never been compelled by friends to lovers type ships because that's not what I enjoy. I think Piarles makes for an excellent friends to lovers, as does Maxiel but considering my taste in ships outside of F1 is all Rhaenicent, Drarry, Stevetony–Lestappen was going to be a no brainer for me. If I thought their dynamic was just 'best friends', I wouldn't enjoy it. Simple as.

[into-the-omegaverse]

Female Alpha x Male Omega Recs

1. I'm Engaged to my Omega Teacher and it's Killing me!

2. Love is an Illusion! The Queen

3. One Night Only

[dnfao3tags]

Sure! I would love an updated omegaverse tag

here you go !

omegaverse dnf

— All I Never Wanted by BirbWatcher (expl. | comp. | 52k)

FBI agent Dream has a new case to solve, and he's assigned to work with an expert in psychology, prickly omega George. The only problem? George always refuses to work with an alpha.

— to overwrite, to love by norethor (mat. | comp. | 3k)

a story about taking risks, healing, and moving on.

— That's how we play it by jestbee (expl. | comp. | 35k)

They both agree it's just until Christmas, just while they're in London. What could possibly go wrong?

— jump start my heart by alisonsomething (expl. | comp. | 17k)

Having just gotten out of a long, stale relationship, Dream finds himself on a trip to London alone. And then he meets George.

— Best That I Can by VicIsWriting (expl. | comp. | 14k)

George accidentally goes into heat on vacation, Dream steps in to help. Even if he isn’t the Alpha George needs.

— Florida Man Dub by Scoops (consciousness_streaming) (expl. | comp. | 5k)

2021 meet up fic, but make it a/b/o

[my-ao3-library]

Pepper, Chocolate, Salt

In a world where ‘normal’ relationships are expected to be between one alpha, one beta, and one omega, alpha Jungkook and beta Jimin have been waiting to meet their fated omega. When they meet eccentric alpha Taehyung instead, things become complicated.

Meanwhile, Jungkook has been carrying a secret he knows will change everything, should he ever tell it: despite starting to display the bodily characteristics of an alpha since puberty, the wolf inside of him is, and has always been, an omega.

30,819 words.

[typicaloddposite]

Destiel A/B/O Mpreg

Based on a dream I had way back when! Re-Written for Destiel :)

[yeyinde]

old, grizzled retired alpha!Price who gets stuck in his cabin with omega!Reader when the winter roads, the only way in and out of his domain, melt with the encroaching spring. and really. what's an alpha like him supposed to do when an untouched, unclaimed omega like you—so sweet, so desperate—is thrown headfirst into a vicious, blistering heat without any suppressants. it's not like either of you really have a choice, after all.

dub con; age difference; power imbalance; rough sex; size difference, size kink; abo dynamics: knotting; breeding kink (astronomical); mean!Price, Dom!Price; unsafe sex; oral (f!receiving); slight innocence kink; implied kidnapping; coercion; slight baby trapping; possessive, greedy Price pulling strings from behind the scenes, as per usual. this is basically Alpha John Price knotting Omega Reader in mating press, bullying you into submission

It's an accident, of course. 

An unfortunate combination of poor timing and human error.

But this accident culminates in Price folding his body over you—mating press, you note a touch hysterically; you'd have expected him to be all tradition: presenting to an alpha on your hands and knees, cunt bare for the taking, waiting to be claimed. And while it might not be traditional, Price will claim you tonight. Bully his cock into your drenched cunt, split you wide on the thick of him, on his knot (fuck, fuck, fuck—), and keep you plugged up around him until the unexpected heat passes. 

And really. What's an old, grizzled alpha like him supposed to do when an untouched, unclaimed omega like you—so sweet, so desperate—is thrown headfirst into a vicious, blistering heat. It's not like either of you really have a choice, after all. It's agony. It's want. Primal, instinctual. You need him. Ache with it. The urge, the desperation, to be filled. Claimed. Conquered. Owned.

As he presses bluntly against your drenching slit, notching heavy and insistent into your fluttering, aching hole, spilling slick in thick rivulets down your thighs, over the engorged head of his cock, you can't help but wonder how could you be so stupid? 

“Spread your legs for me.”

The command rolls off of his tongue, slips—liquid, molten—down his chin, where it dangles for a moment. Pebbled hest. A globbing demand. You want to roll away when it starts to fall, unspooling slowly until it drips down to your chest, but you can't. You're stuck. Trapped. All you can do is watch helplessly as this barking order, matchstick casuistry, touches your kerosene-slick skin, igniting in a bloom of fire that spreads, rapidly, through your veins. Your body. 

An Alpha's whim must be met. Even this one. This one—

Your former chief, boss. Now retired in the mountains, chiselling out a little place for himself in a corrie, pitching this log bivouac beside a marbled blue tarn. Cut off from the rest of civilisation every spring when the only way in—and out—melted into a raging, uncrossable stretch of river. The ravine frothing too furiously for boats to dock safely on either side. Trapped here with him until next winter—

(oh god oh god—)

You don't know how it got to this point. Scorched. Soaked. With him leaning over you, in all his tartarean glory, making demands of your body as easily as pulling on loose thread between his thick fingers. 

You could blame Gaz for this. 

Sat pretty at his desk, idling a jar of gun oil in his hands. Your gun is spread out on the desk, taken apart. Worrying his lip between his teeth, he said, “someone should check in on Price. Haven't heard from him in a while.” 

Through a quick game of hierarchy, that someone ended up being you. Forced to trek halfway up a mountain just to make sure your mercurial boss didn't die over the winter. Bitten off more than he could chew and too much of a proud Alpha to admit defeat, and call for help. 

You had enough suppressants to last you there and back. Three days. One in the morning, one in the afternoon. Price, despite his surly disposition, is an intense Alpha to be around—

Even for Betas. 

Some, unintentionally, succumb to his whims without even a forethought spared on rationality. It's innate. He says something, and people listen—

Like now. Hours after you discovered your suppressants were gone, and his heavy, cloying scent thickened in the air, suffocating you. When he leaned against the thick log doorframe on the porch of his cabin, thick arms folded across his broad chest, murmured, “come all this way just to see me?” and all at once, the world fell out from under you—

Plunging you into his arms, his embrace. His growl in your ear, “you’re in heat,” he grunted, fists balled against your sides. “fuckin’ Christ—” and the death sentence he imparted on you: “either I take care of this, or your heat becomes too much for me, and I tear you to pieces. But it doesn't matter does it, mm? You can't make it back down in this state,” more snarling anger, dry heat. Scorching. His chin jerked to the river at the foot of the mountain. “In a few hours, It’ll be melted through. Uncrossable.”

Per usual, John Price leaves you very little room for choice, doesn't he? 

Slowly, shakily, your pitched knees part, unveiling your bare cunt to the man towering over you with a condescending coo on his lips, red-hot desire in his smouldering Tartarean eyes. 

“Tha’s it,” he murmurs, voice full of sarky delight. “Such a good omega for me, aren't you?”

It’s not meant to be answered—the jeer chock full of hyperbole. Despite this, your body responds instantly. Back arching, legs spreading out wider around the bulk of his frame, nearly flush against the warmed fur covering the floor of the cabin—wolf, he muttered proudly before he pushed you down against the soft pelt, mouthing teasing at your jaw. Chest heaving. Fingers curling, knotting into the pelt. 

The urge to present for him is intense. An unanswerable call when he pins you down on your back, body a cage keeping you trapped where you lay. Open, inviting. All for him. 

This surly, awful man—

His hands are rough, padded with calluses and hard, jagged scars that jut up from his flesh. It feels abrasive, sandpaper grit, when he leans down, hand pressed against your knee. The drag, then, when he lets it drop down the skin of your inner thigh, makes you keen in the back of your throat. Gnarled palms bleed heat into your soft skin. The contrast is dizzying—size, scale, texture; it all leaves you breathless. Victim to your own instincts, ones that scream at you to roll over. To run. To make this massive, virile alpha yours—

He cups your pussy in the palm of his hand, heel pressed against your clit, fingers sliding between your slit, touching your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. The way the length of it swallows you whole, long, thick fingers reaching beneath you, grazing the cheeks of your ass, sets you on fire in a way you've never felt before. 

Price sees it. He must. He leans back on his haunches, broad chest heaving as he stares, transfixed, at his hand folding over you, wrist propped against your mons. 

He groans low in his chest. When he speaks, desire scorches his words to cinders. 

“Ever had an Alpha's cock here?” 

His question is scorching. 

In a small town, choice is slim. The ratio of alpha to omega, and beta to both, is skewed highly in the latter's favour. You think, Price included, there are maybe five eligible alphas in the whole township. Two omegas, yourself included. Everyone else—

Unbothered, unburdened by this horrific anomaly of genetics, of lingering animal instinct. A relic of when people were more beast than man. 

But even with that, the suitors lining up ready to claim you since you arrived three years ago is negligible. Nearly nonexistent. 

The shame of it is absurd. You know without any shadow of a doubt that your worth is not measured by the number of Alpha's wanting to claim you, but that prickling unease in the back of your head won't be quelled by common sense. Who cares, you want to scream. Who fucking cares—

“No,” you bluster; choking on your anger, your shame. Despite being an omega—rare as they are—everyone in town seemed soured by your scent. Adverse to the pungent pheromones you released innately. 

“No?” He echoes, and the stab of worthlessness needling into your pericardium makes you want to howl, want to cry. 

He doesn't let you. He leans down, hand resting on the floor beside your head, the other still anchored to your cunt, and presses his lips to the shell of your ear. His breath is a humid kiss that tickles across your flesh. 

“Good.” 

The praise bubbles in your marrow. You melt under the heat, whimpering. Head lulling to the side, exposing your neck. Offered up for him to take. 

He huffs, chest expanding. The coarse bed of hair tangled on his sternum in a smattering of black catches on your nipples, the rough graze making you gasp, soundless, into the humid space between your bodies. Aching already and he barely touched you. 

Price follows the twist of your chin, lips pressed flush to your ear. With him crowding so close, you can feel the rumble, the low vibration, through his chest before he even speaks. A soft purr, sultry and rich. Pulling you deeper into the throes of your submission with a startling ease. 

“I don't share, and I'd hate to have to tear another alpha apart for touching you,” his beard scrapes against your cheek, words soaked in possessive fury at the thought alone. “You're mine.”

You want to fight against it. Against him. No one owns you. Has claimed you.

You have only ever belonged to yourself. 

“M’not—”

Price shushes you with a nip, blunt teeth dragging down the plush flesh of your earlobe. “Don't fight it, love. Just—give in.”

You won't. Can't—

Despite the heat—heavy, oppressive, and wet, like the balmy swelter of a tropical jungle; bubbling dross on molten metal—you fight. Rage. Push back against the heady scent he exudes, ones meant to soothe, melt. Until you're malleable. Tensile. Mouldable to fit his needs, his desires, his cock. Putty in his scorching hands. 

It bleeds through, though—noxious and potent. The acrid miasma of a wild, untameable man: leather, hide, and animal rot; bleached bones; felled timbre. A wet forest after a wildfire; charred wood, argillaceous soil. Damp. Cloying. Choking. 

Reeking of authoritative power, he leans over you, breathes in the heaving exhales you let out. Lets the taste of you sit on his tongue, curl between his crooked teeth. 

He's close like this. All fire, all heat. And underneath the scent of a pursuing alpha, you pick up hints of him. Of what he smelled like before, when you were his subordinate and he spent most of his days making yours miserable. Stale smoke, wet tobacco, old leather, dry whiskey. 

You hate how much it calls to you. 

Maybe sensing your defiance, or growing tired of this push-pull game, he huffs out a breath that sounds less aggrieved than you'd want it to, full of playful amusement. Like he expected this. Like he knew you'd fight back with brittle fists and wicked teeth. 

Price pulls back, leaning against his haunches. Content now to devour you at a distance. His eyes leave a scorching trail from your heaving breast, your quivering stomach before fixing once again on the way your pussy is swallowed by his hand. His middle finger circles your sopping hole. The tease is a burst of pleasure, of sensation. A tickle, a taunt. The drag of it makes a loud, sticky noise; the unmistakable slosh, the squelch of just how wet you are for him. 

And it is for him. All for him. 

Your heat is an incipient bloom on the horizon—a slow, crawling sunrise. You shouldn't be this slick yet. This drenched. 

The embarrassment blisters through you when he makes a choked sound in the back of his throat. A loan bitten, swallowed before it can fully form. 

Price coos, voice scorched. Full of char. “All’fer me, mm? Such a good little omega.”

You hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it—

—but nearly choke yourself on a moan. 

He chuckles, dark and rich. The sound entirely too similar to crushing a fistful of charcoal, and you're reminded suddenly why he's unmated at the age he is. 

Surly bastard. As approachable as a fucking grizzly bear in a rut. 

Your lips twist, jerking downward. “Fuck you—”

He circles your rim once more, chuffing low as he does so, letting the slick noise of your soaked cunt speak on his behalf. 

You bite back a snarl, letting it fizzle out in the back of your throat. However reckless you might be, however much you might dislike him, he's still an alpha. Snarling in his face would only get you bent over his knee (at best). 

And at worst, well. Maybe they'll find whatever is left of you next spring. 

Next spring. 

Thinking about just how long you're trapped here with him—no phone, no service—makes you want to cry. To break down, to—

No. You can't. Won't. Not in front of him. 

Not Price. The awful man who spent three years picking away at everything you've ever done. Writing you up for every little misstep. You wondered then, and you still wonder now, if he hated you because you were an omega who dared to work with him, as his equal, or if his brand of distaste was just for you. 

(The latter, it must be—he’s always been so kind to Alex, an older omega. 

You're just the exception.)

This sprawling train of thought is clipped when he sinks his finger into you, to the second knuckle, and you choke. 

“Ah, fuck, don't—”

He curls his finger. “Protest as much as you'd like, but if you didn't want this, your pussy wouldn't be this fuckin’ wet would it, love?”

He's right. You hate him for it. 

But he doesn't give you a chance to complain. He slips his finger out, the wet drag of your flesh pulling on him, unwilling to let go, is loud. Awful. You burn hot—hotter still when he groans at the noise. 

“Such a good girl for me, ain't you?” 

Price circles your entrance as he says it, pressing two fingers against your rim, rubbing. Gathering slick. You wish it didn't feel as good as it did—electric shocks of pleasure sparking at his touch, but the feel of it is a tease. You want more. Much more—

He presses those long, thick fingers inside again. Two this time. All you can do is mewl around the sudden stretch, the sting. 

Your discomfort is a palpable thing. Unease, distress—the acid scent plumes around you, leaking from your pores. Price stops suddenly, fingers still crooked in a half knot inside you. 

“You're tight,” he drawls, jowls working. Tensing. His eyes flash, heat lightning. “You—”

He cuts himself off abruptly, eyes narrowing into slits. They drop down to where he disappears inside of you, flesh stretched tight around him. Drilling into the way the slick runs down his fingers, over his knuckles, drenching the back of his hand, and he hums. 

“Has anyone ever touched you here before?”

More shame. It bubbles in your chest, this awful, insidious thing. 

It hasn't been for a lack of suitors, really. But rather, other things have always taken precedence over heats, over ruts. School, then your career. And well—

Betas around here don't seem very interested, either. 

Maybe you have peculiar wants. Urges, needs, that you've always been hesitant to fill. A wellspool of desire that runs deep, vicious. You want to mate. For keeps. 

Maybe they can scent that on you. A loud cry that says, stay away. 

You take a shuddering breath before nodding shallowly, twisting your head away so you don't have to look at the patronising gleam swirling in frothing Tryhennian. 

“Look at me.”

The command bludgeons your resolve. Your chin jerks back immediately. Desperate to obey. To listen. Frantic with the urge to quell the alpha, to soothe his plight—

But where you expect anger, you're met with the most peculiar sort of expression etching itself into his brow, his rugged face. 

His lips parted, lax. The picture of surprise.

Your eyes widen. A gasp is ripped from your throat at the raw, fractured look in his eyes. It's new, this. Unexpected. Where you anticipated scorn is instead a slow, unwinding look of want, of greed, so thick, it glues to the air. 

Patchwork hunger, predatory and damning, hews into your skin. Fine needles piercing, pricking, along your flesh. 

Branded ownership. You feel it settle against your chest. Dig in when his chest expands with his, hissing inhale. 

There's a dark tremble to his shoulders that makes your toes curl. 

“I should take this slow, then, mm? Prep you. Get you nice and ready for my cock,” his words have you keening, arching for him. Achingly empty. His hand lifts, settles against your quivering stomach. The slightest pressure makes you shake, quieten; submitting to the touch. “But. I don't have the patience for that.” 

He slots his thighs between your legs, pressing it tight against your cunt. The pressure—blissful pleasure; frantic at the touch—is almost your undoing, but there's a plexiglass between full submission and the urge to flee. Still. The heat is rapacious. The desire, the yearning, doesn't abate. 

The haze is thick. So thick. It would be easy to slip under the veil, to let yourself go. To give in—

"Easy, omega," it comes out as a guttural rasp; the charcoaled command uttered in a mockingly placating tone. The sort one might use to soothe a wild animal or a startled mare. Fitting, of course, when you're rutting against the thick spread of his thigh, leaking slick all over him.

down girl, he doesn't say, but he might as well have because you're clenched tight around nothing, aching hollowly in a way that rings through your bones. You can't help it, you want to whine when he huffs, lips pulling downward in a frown. Disappointed in you, perhaps. But how do you fight instinct when you're hardwired to want to spread your legs at the pungent, lour stench of a virile alpha's incipient rut, the briny tang of his pre-cum saturating the air. A heady elixir that sends shockwaves of agonising need through your body.

It's too much. The burn of your heat is a vicious, deadly combatant. Knife to your jugular, hand around your throat, it demands compliance. 

And when he reaches down to his stained slacks, drawing your eye to the tent in the front, to the dark pool at the front where he leaks his spend into the fabric, you keen. Jealousy scorching through you instantly at the sight; animal instinct that makes you want to bare your teeth at it because his cum is just for you, all for you—

Amusement pierces the air. Punctuates it with the heavy, noxious weight of his satisfaction. 

He hums, reaches into his slacks. Curls his fist around the thick of himself. 

“Want this, don't you?” 

You gnash your teeth against your desperation, legs popping open further. Inviting. Eager. 

“Of course you do. Want this—” he frees his cock, pulling it over the band of his trousers, and you choke. 

It's wet with his spend, and angry looking. The mushroomed head engorged, swollen. Flushed a deep vermillion. Veins run the length of it. Pulsing with his need. His want. 

Price groans, strokes his hand down his shaft. Pearlescent beads of pre-cum bubble up from the tip. 

You ache. Suddenly, viciously. Hollow. Empty. You want him. Need him—

“Yeah? Want this fat cock inside of you, mm?”

And you, finally, give in—

"Please, please, Price—"

"No." He taps the head of his cock against your clit once, twice. A warning. A reprimand. You keen at the whitehot agony, the unfathomable burn of pleasure ripping through your body. He coos into it. Echoing your whimper with a derisive snort. Mocking. Cruel. You hate him. Hate him. Need him so badly you think you might go insane if he doesn't pry you apart right this instant—

"I'll give you my knot when I'm good and ready. Now, be good for me, mm?” His eyes are dark in the harsh flicker of the wood stove. Burning liquid black. Molten puddles of crushed sapphire. You hate the way he looks at you. Hate how it makes you want to roll over on your belly, soft and submissive, giving all of yourself over to this terrible man. “That's it. Good omegas get what they want. Bad ones get punished. And I don't think you'll like being taken over my knee, would you?"

His words send a fresh wave of heat through your veins. Hellfire. Scorching. You want to blame the fever on the stove burning away in the corner of the room, on a sickness you can't scrape off of your bones no matter how many times you chisel into your skin. An infection eating away at you from the inside out. 

But it's futile. He doesn't care about your excuses. He never has—

“Spread yourself. Go on and show me that pretty cunt you want me to ruin so badly.” 

Unspooled, liquid under his bulk, you don't even hesitate before your fingers unfurl from their fight knot in the fur, making a slow, timorous crawl down the supine length of your sun-scorched body. 

Your flesh feels foreign, like it belongs to a stranger. To someone else. Each touch is a phantom whisper gliding along sweat-slicked skin; new and different, and not yours. 

Not yours at all because your skin would never prickle with goosebumps over the sight of your chief kneeling between your legs, the hair on his thigh matted, slick with your wetness. The unruly black thatch darkening into a patch where you shamelessly rutted against him, eagerly seeking friction over the place you ache the most. 

For him. All for him. 

It's impossible. Impossible. And yet—

As your fingers curl over the tops of your thighs, notching into the soft, heated flesh at the bend of your hip and groin, you feel just how soaked you are for him. How wet. How eager. It stains your skin, reaches almost down your bent knees. Beneath you is a puddle drenching the fur. 

Your fingers slip, sliding in the mess you made. You flush when he huffs, humoured by it all, and dip your chin away from the scorching, piercing look in his cerulean eyes, drilling holes in the apex of your thighs. Greedily taking in his fill as your fingers glide over your sopping folds, gingerly parting them. Presenting to him on your back. Ripe for the taking. 

“One hand,” he rasps, words clicking in his throat. He holds his hand up, curling his fingers down and leaving his index and middle finger up in a pointed V. “And the other—” he swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing. “I want you to touch your clit for me.” 

You follow his instructions, slipping your fingers between your folds, opening yourself up for him. Your other hand sits on your mons, fingertips brushing your swollen clit as heat floods you. Electric. Each touch is a shock of pleasure roiling down your spine, and more slick dribbles out of you, dripping down your aching, empty hole, down your ass, until it soaks into the furs below. 

The scent of a needy omega fills the air. Your scent. 

Where most are sweet, supple, yours has always had a bite. A tartness to it, an earthy tang. Boysenberry. Loam. Lemongrass. Beeswax. You bluster. Flushing. Embarrassment plumes up, mushrooming in the air—smoked orange peels, coral berry sour—and you wonder if he's repelled by it, this strange smell of yours—

Price’s head rolls back, nose pitched in the air. Breathing in deep, groaning with his exhale. Eyes fluttering, flashing. He eats it clean from the air. Mouth dropping open, panting. 

It's then when the unmistakable musk of a pleased Alpha—smoked tobacco and sage—clots beside your scent do you feel the prickle of free will hewing into your periphery. 

None of what he demanded of you carried the unignorable weight of a command. Before you can even think of the ramifications of that, he's moving. Heavy body falling, sliding down the furs. His hands come to rest, hot and firm, on your knees, spreading you wider, wider, to fit the boxy heft of his broad body between them. 

He hovers over you, head bending to fit in the brackets of your thighs. Leading with nose, nostrils flaring, fluttering, as he pulls in deep lungfuls of your scent. Over and over, and—

His head bows. Humid air ghosting over your sopping cunt when he exhales. It's then when he dips his chin further, further, until the bottom of his face is flush with your pussy, mouth parting around a groan that reverberates through the floorboards, rattles your bones. 

“You smell s’fuckin’ good, love,” he rasps, choked. His eyes are gyres. They might just swallow you whole. You fight back a shiver, resolve threadbare. Stitches coming apart. “Bet you'd taste even better.”

It's all the warning you get before he pushes his face into you, mouth dropping open to let his tongue lull out. Licking a scorching stripe from hole to clit. And, oh—

Oh. 

Your head drops, eyes slipping closed at the liquid feeling between your thighs. The whitehot sensation of his tongue laving across your slit. 

So this—this—is what you've been missing out on. Pure feeling. Molten. It blooms in your loins, knots tight like a spooled bow. 

Your fingertips are in the way from him pressing his tongue flat against your clit, where you throb the most, and you move to pull your hand away. To give him access to everything, all of it. Every part of you he wants. It's all his, his, so long as he keeps doing what he's doing with his mouth, his tongue—

But his hand slashes through the air, snatching your wrist in a vice grip. Stopping your retreat. You whimper, hips flexing up, wanting his mouth. Needing more of what he's doing between your thighs. 

“Look at me,” he demands. You obey. Instantly. His eyes are black holes. Everdark. Eclipsed, totally, by the bleed of his black pupils spreading out. You moan, thighs parting wider, wider. “Good girl. Such a good omega for me, aren't you?”

He doesn't let you answer. Draws your wet fingers to his mouth, pressing the pads against his lower lip, nails scratching his teeth. He breathes in, shoulders bunching up. Eyes fluttering again, rolling back in his head. And it's divine—

To have such a surly, contemptuous Alpha on his knees for you, fat, heavy cock drooping between his thighs, spitting a steady stream of spend onto the floor. Wasteful. You keen again, back arching. Needy. Wanting—

Price sucks in your fingers, tongue laving between your knuckles. The pressure, the feeling, is good. You like this. Like his mouth. 

But your fingers are not where you want him. 

“Please, Price. Please—”

He pulls off with a pop. Leans his cheek on your inner thigh. 

“What do you want? Use your words, omega.”

Heat blooms in your chest, but you're long past the point of embarrassment anymore. Shame. It's all awash under the torrent of need. Desire. Swept in the rage of your heat. Nearly rendered delirious by it. 

“Want your mouth.”

“Where?”

“M–my—” you swallow, fingers spreading your folds wider. Opening yourself up to him. He glances down, nostrils flaring once again. But he doesn't move. Won't. You groan, head rolling back. “My pussy. Please. Want your mouth on my pussy, Price—”

He groans, low. Dark. But then he's moving. Head bowing. His tongue is scorching. Whitehot. He drags it through your folds, teasing at your rim. Presses it inside, just a touch, a shallow thrust. And—

Ah. 

You make a noise in the back of your throat. Awful, wet. Choking. The feeling of his tongue inside of you is good. Beyond words. 

It slips in more. The full length. Stuffed. You keen, arching. Aching. Hips flexing, jerking against his mouth. He lets you ride his face like this, fucking your hole with his fat tongue, nose glued tight to your clit. 

All you can do is sob his name, fingers curling, knotting, into his damp hair, holding him close. 

His tongue leaves you, sliding up your seam until it cups your clit. Laves over it. He lifts his chin, and seals his mouth over you. Sucks—

The spool unravels. Pressure released. You flood around him, on him. Pussy gushing slick over his chin, drenching him. Drowning him. 

Lips sealed over your throbbing clit, he moans low. Deep. Eyes rolling back in his head. Gyre blue. 

“Tha’s it,” he coos, pushing two thick fingers inside your throbbing cunt. “Think you're about ready for my cock, ain't you?” 

He doesn't let you answer. And—

You don't think you can form a coherent thought. Running on sensation. On instinct. You make to roll over on your belly, ass pushed into the air, ready for his knot, but he stops you. Hands squeezing your hips. Firm. 

“No. I'll take you like this.” 

And it's hard to reconcile the urge to present with his demands. His wants. You whimper. He answers it with a grunt. 

“Stay still.” 

You flatten to the fur, body melting. Lax. 

“Good girl.”

The praise is a serrated knife to your jugular, cutting a jagged line across your skin. Spilling blood. You quieten under his bulk, now. Desperate. Docile. Collared in blood. 

His hands push behind your knees, lifting your legs. Pushing, pushing. Until they rest under your ears. Spread open for him. Ready to be claimed, owned. Bred. 

“Price, Price, please—”

He shushes you with a coo, pitching your heels over his shoulders. Shuffling closer until his heavy cock, hanging thick and fat between his legs, bumps against your ass. Your cunt. You whimper, back arching. Needing him to fill you up. Split you apart. 

Ruin you—

“Gonna fuck you now. Knot you.”

It's a warning. A threat. You feel it trail over your skin, branding. A collar. You lift your chin, letting it settle there. So long as he makes you feel this good, he can do whatever he wants to you. Anything—

And so, he does. 

His cock is a heavy weight against you, pressing. Pushing. He doesn't wait for you to adjust, for your body to acclimate to the burning stretch of him splitting you apart. 

Your slick aids in the brutal onslaught of his cock prying your untouched flesh apart, chiselling open a space just for him to fit. 

It should hurt more. And maybe it would if you weren't drowning in the throes of a vicious heat, numbed to everything but the way his cock feels as it slides, inch after inch, inside of you. Thick, fat. Pulsing. You pant shallowly, head turning. Chin pressing into your shoulder. 

It's good. This burn, this ache. This madness—

“Christ—” he spits, sounding almost angry. Furious. You peer up at him, eyes wet with unshed tears. Through the murky haze, you catch the clench of his jaw, the prominent divot between his brows. Face tightening with pleasure. Rapturous. “This cunt was made for me, wasn't it, love?”

“Yes—” it's breathless. An airless whisper. “All yours, all yours, John—”

You repeat this as he reaches halfway inside of you. As he bends down, mouth feverish he slots it greedily over your lips in a bruising, sloppy kiss. You mutter it against his teeth, his tongue. He swallows your acquiescence, your submission, down with a moan. Drinks you in as he takes, takes, until you're full of him. Stuffed. 

John bottoms out with a moan that trembles down your throat, balls pressed flush against your ass. Split apart on him. Claimed. 

He settles, letting you adjust to the sensation. Content to simply mouth sloppy kisses over your face, your cheek, jaw. Nipping your skin. Basking in this, in finally having you stretched around him. His pleasure is ripe in the air. Heavy and acrid. Smoked leather. Fresh, and heady. 

It's novice, this feeling. This pressure. This fullness. Your hand drops, falls, palm sliding between his heavy, hairy belly, resting over yours. Feeling the unmistakable bump of him rearranging your anatomy to fit—barely—in you. 

He lifts up, elbow dropping to the floor beside your head so he, too, can feel for himself the way he fits within you. His hand comes to lay beside yours, flattening over the bulge of him protruding from your flesh. His cock jerks inside of you, twitching. The feeling makes your toes curl, your cunt throb. 

“Like that, huh?” 

Your nod is slowly, languorous. Everything feels unreal. Like you're staring at the world from underwater. Inky. Fractured. Raw. 

The burn of the stretch is there, throbbing like a bruise. A contusion. He scents the sting, the ache, and slides his hand down, cupped over your swollen, stuffed pussy. Fingers tangling into the thick bed of curls grazing your mons. Price quells the burn with a swipe of his thumb rolling over your clit. 

It has you clenching, tightening even further around him. Feeling the thick stretch thrumming inside of you. Plugging you up. And fuck—

If that doesn't just light you up from the inside out. Supernova. Blistering heat. 

Pieces of yourself chip off, fluttering to the soft, downy fur below you with each heavy breath he takes. Your heat swells to a crescendo, breaking over the edge of your lingering cognisance. It's all sensation now. Pure, unfettered feeling.

And Price takes no time at all to exploit it. To batter your melting, liquid body into submission even further. 

It starts with shallow grinds against the plug of your womb. Carving more space inside of you for him to fit, to ruin. 

He fucks you like this. Cock heavy and fat inside of you. Giving you the full length until your rim catches on the burgeoning swell of his knot. Over and over again. Pulling deep, delirious moans from your throat. Breaking you to pieces on the spread of him seated deep. Tugging more and more compliance from your body, wringing pleasure out of every nerve ending. 

The sounds are horrific, and had you any sense of self left to mull over them, your shame, embarrassment, would have burned you alive. The wet squelch of your cunt swallowing him down, over and over and over again—

“Needy little pussy,” he bites out, blunt teeth skirting over your pulse point. A tease. 

The press of them heightens everything, elevating it to a tipping point. 

This is what you were made for. What every atom in your body screams out to. Wanting. Needing to be spread out under him, this dark, awful man. 

“I'm not going to claim you,” he's saying, words wet against your temple, tongue snaking out to catch the droplets of sweat beading on your hairline. 

It makes you whine in dismay, desperate for his teeth buried in your skin. 

“No, no, please—! I need it, John, I need it—”

“Then beg me. Beg for it—”

You do. It babbles out of you. Broken, fractured. Pleas, orisons, screamed to heavens; aching for his teeth on you, in you. Claiming you for his own. You want it more than you think you've ever wanted anything in your whole thing. Half of you, empty and vacant, hollow, begging to be filled. To be completed. 

And really—

You've felt it from the beginning. This stirring, agonising want. Desire. A bone-deep yearning for the man who looked at you, up and down, and dismissed you with a charred scoff and shallow shake of his head. 

“What's a little omega like you doin’ runnin’ around the woods, love? Ought to be at home—”

Where you belong. 

It didn't make sense at the time. He's so different with everyone else—Alex, Farah—but reserves his scorn, his discrimination, just for you. Special little thing, aren't you? 

But even still. Still. You tried. Struggled against the crushing weight of his derision, burying your fingers into the rubble, clinging on for three, devastating years until your nails broke, bled. Left stains on the pavement. Until he, stiff-lipped and clipped, told you he was retiring. Escaping the loose binds of a non-existent town on the fringes of civilisation for the sanctum of the wild, untamed forest. The mountains. 

You wanted him to say, come with me, even if you might have gouged his eyes out for even asking. Tore his still-beating heart out with your bare hands. 

But instead, he nodded at you. A quiet goodbye. Left you bewildered, furious, and unclaimed, unwanted, and now—

Those blood-stained fingers dig into the softness of his nape, biting flesh until it gives, breaks, under the jagged stumps of your nails, and you wrench him forward, into you, snarling mad. Apoplectic with fury at being denied so long. 

“Fuck you,” you bite out, brittle with ire. Disobedient even through the noxious curdle of heat subduing your senses. Your rationale. “Fuck you, John—!”

His skin breaks first. The bitter scent of hot, wet pavement, pennies in the summer sun, sickly sweet iron, fills the balmy cabin. He groans, choked, throat bobbing, jaw clenching. You don't let him get anything out. 

You pull him by the scruff of his neck into you, face buried in your collarbones. Heels dig in, sliding along the slick sweat of his broad back. Finding purchase against the knob of his spine, and pressing. Pushing. Kicking at him until he slots his hips into yours, pressed as deep as he could possibly go. Throbbing inside of you. Spitting molten spend as he wrenches you open. 

The first person to ever do so. 

He must know this, feel it simmering in the air, because he groans low, deep. It bubbles out of his chest, a half-bitten snarl saturated in the smoke of his desire. Feverish, possessive. 

“Mate me,” you demand, head tilting back into the awaiting plinth of his palm, cushioning your crown. “Claim me.”

He—John, you think, delirious; gone—John places a tender kiss to your pulse point, soft despite the uneven, desperate way he fucks into you now. All that careful finesse falling to pieces under your foot, growing choppier as he sinks in deep. Pistoning shallowly into your sloppy cunt, taking. Taking. 

“Please, John,” you breathe, clenching tight around him. Needing that last push to drop over this vertiginous precipice that yawns out, a growling, hungry chasm, before you. Heat spears into your marrow, drowning out all the fight inside of you. Dousing those flames until they're a smouldering heap; clumps of hot, wet ash in your hands. “Please take me—”

The growl he makes is inhuman. Lingering in the shadow of it is a mocking burst of laughter. Dark, hellish. He leans in close, mouth tight against your skin, and whispers, “already have, love.”

Those words lose any meaning when he opens his mouth wider, licking a stripe over your neck. A soothing rinse. And then he buries his teeth into your pulse, tearing through your skin. Claiming. Owning. It rips through you—all heat, sensation: blistering, inferno. You burn alive beneath him, smouldered under his possessive, heavy bulk.

Price leans back with a vicious, terrible growl. Blood dripping down his chin, mixing with the tacky slick of you still covering his face. Pinkish under the waning light of the dying sun. 

The sight of it, the horrible throb in your throat, breaks over you.

His tongue flicks out, chasing the drops. With a swipe of his finger over your clit, you fall to pieces around him, clenching. Throbbing. Screaming with your release. Gushing around him as he grips you tight, working you through it, muscles fluttering, flexing. The deluge of pleasure is molten, spreading liquid through your body. Inescapable bliss. 

He grunts, pace slowing to a sloppy grind. Letting you leech pleasure from the overfull feeling of being speared open on him. Knot swelling. Bumping into your rim. John gives you respite for a moment, content to hump against your messy cunt until you melt into the furs, panting with exertion. With pleasure. 

He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, stroking. Shoving you into the side of too much, of pleasure-pain. Overstimulated. You mewl, whimpering. 

“Greedy girl,” he chides, cruel, and pulls back. The wet drag of his cock against your sore, sensitive walls is overwhelming. You keen, shaking under him. “Couldn't wait to cum around my knot, mm?” 

He doesn't wait for your excuses. He never does. He just thrusts into you again, a slow climb until his knot bludgeons into you. Fatten up at the base of his cock. He holds it there, grinding it against your pussy as you arch, mewling at the sting of your hole being stretched further around the curve of his knot. 

“You can take it,” he coos. The muscles in his shoulders flex. You reach out, petting along his chest. feeling him. All powerful, corded muscles hiding under a thick layer of pelt. Soft flesh. 

His knot catches. Slips. He bullies it against your sore, stuffed rim, throwing the full heft of his weight behind his shallow grinds until finally, finally, your body yields. Giving in. Opening for him. 

He sinks in with a broken groan, mouth dropping open. Lax. His shoulders slump under your hands as he pumps you full of cum. Plugged up tight on his fat, pulsing knot. It's too much. Too much. All you do is cling to him, nails biting into his flesh. Marking him like the bloody ring around your neck marks you as his. 

Locked together, damned, he leans down. Huffs in your ear. 

“Gonna fuck you full all spring until it takes, love. Until you're swollen, fat, with our kid.” His voice is a thunderclap. A promise. A threat. “Won't keep them lonely for long, though, will you? We'll give him a sister or brother. Gonna breed this pussy as much as I want, mm. Give us a big family. I've already started on the nursery for you. After your heat, I'll let you pick the colours, yeah?”

Satiated Alpha permeates the air. It's thick in the back of your throat, clogging your senses. Drowning you. Pulling you under. 

The last thought before you sink below the waterline is a broken, fragmented sense of dread, confusion. It comes in a daze. Flickering embers. Quickly snuffed out by his palm gliding across your eyes, closing them. 

“Sleep now,” he rasps, hips stuttering as he fills you with more cum. Uncomfortably full, it floods your cunt, locked tight against your womb. “Gonna need it when my rut starts later.” 

And, docile, collared, you obey, drifting. Dazed. But wondering, in the back of your head, in the part of you not yet consumed by the ink-black darkness that eats away at you, why did he build a nursery for you if he didn't know you were coming today—

—swallowed, eaten. his teeth are buried in your neck once more, and all thoughts dissolve in an instant. Dissipate into the gnawing aether where he splits them between his molars, gulps them down. 

nothing matters anymore. you belong to him—

The cabin reeks of satiated omega—sweet, pungent. Rotten apple peels, and burnt orange. It's this heavy scent—sex, loam, and you—that draws him out of his doze, tired eyes blinking against the flickering light of the wood stove pushed into the corner. 

Price groans when he shifts, body aching. Muscles stiff, sore, from disuse. 

It’s been a long, long time since he knotted an omega, and he underestimated the sharpness of your claws, your needle-like teeth. But he wears the marks, the scars, of your aggressive coupling on his shoulders, his back. Clawed up, torn. He grimaces when a clotting scab breaks, peels back from the wound. Blood drips down his spine in a steady, ticklish trickle. 

It took a lot more than he expected to make you submit. Had to force you to take his knot twice more before you finally, fully, relented, slurring his name into the sheets as he rutted into you from behind, begging for your Alpha to fill you up. 

Had you again after that—so soft and sweet for him now. Pulled you down on his lap, let you take what you wanted from him, sluggish and lazy, until he gripped your hips tight, fucking up into you as he thickened with his release. Plugged you up nicely as you drooled on his shoulder, lulled to sleep from three brutal rounds of fucking. 

But the battle was worth the victory in the end. To have you tucked into his chest, purring with contentment and too blissed out from heat exhaustion to worry about anything else, was enough. More than, really. 

Especially now, with you curled on him, snoring lightly, breath tickling his chest hair, he feels more sated than he ever had, breathing in the heaviness of your smell. Your thick miasma. New, now. Different. 

His scent, his mere essence within you, changes your smell already. Chemicals admixing. Body moulding, morphing, to adapt to him. His presence. You smell like the sea, salt water. Algae blooms. He leans down, breathes you in. Tastes his own headiness in the back of his throat—charred timber, smoke; leather. It clings to you. A second skin. 

No matter where you go, everyone will know you belong to him. 

This thought, this truism, makes him purr. A deep rumble from the pit of his gut. Satisfaction rolls off of him in towering waves, hewing the air where it congeals into plumes of conquest. Hard earned, too—

Three years. It only took three years to get to this point. To chisel under your skin, to break you down in his paws. Fine powder. 

He lifts his hand from your back, and scours it down his salt-slickened face. He feels heat blooming under his skin. A telltale flush of his approaching rut. Perfectly timed, too. And that reminds him—

He pushes away from you slightly, spent cock slipping free from your warm, drenched cunt. His cum drips out of you, a deluge that leaks steadily onto your thigh, the ruined fur below. It puddles there and stains the air with his unmistakable musk. The conquering of an omega in heat; claimed. Owned. 

He doesn't go far. Can't. There's a possessive, needy thrill under his veins. A snarling growl in the back of his head, snapping rabid jowls at him. Demanding he stay close to his mate. His omega. Don't leave the nest, it warns, or another could crawl in, fill the empty space—

Price cuts that thought off with an aborted snarl. There are no others. He made sure of it. Bloodied his knuckles against every alpha within a one-hundred-square-mile radius of his territory. Growled in their faces, hand against their throat, and told them to stay away from, you, this pretty little omega. 

Message received, of course. But you were a prickly little thing. Bitter. As much as he wanted to roll you on your belly, make you present your cunt to him, he knew he had to tread carefully. Baby steps until you were close enough to his jaws to snap up, all his. Always. Ever since you stepped foot into his domain, your tart scent coalescing perfectly with the pine, oakmoss, tang of him. You've been his before you even knew who he was—

Wily omega with your shaking fists and bared teeth. Skittish little thing. Needed to play his hand slowly, to box you into a corner before you were even aware of the walls closing in around you. Snapped up tight his maw. Bear Trap quick. Had to be smart about it, bide his time. Push and push until all you thought about was him. 

(checkmate)

John reaches for the loose floorboard, prying it open, and pulls his cell phone out—one he knows he’ll have to bury in the yard before you wake. There are very few contacts on his list, and he idly scrolls through the messages (steaming Jesus, the smell o’er—ye sure ye don’ share, cap?; better take her, Price, before I do) before he finds Gaz’s. 

The last message sent was hours ago from Kyle. on her way. but fuck, didn't realise how fast fake suppressants worked, chief. gonna have to find her quick. might not make it up the mountain smellin as good as she does—

Good boy, he types with one hand, the other petting possessively down your spine. Curled there, a weighty pressure. You found him in the end, right on the cusp of your burgeoning heat. Pawing desperately for the suppressants Kyle made sure wouldn't be there. 

(His parting gift brought on by a conversation ages ago—

“why haven't you mated, cap? not gettin’ any younger.”

“haven't found the right one. ain't gonna settle.”

“more like, your shitty attitude scares all the pretty omegas away, huh?”

“that, too,” he bit down into his cigar. suddenly angry, viciously so. “‘cept one.” 

Kyle followed his gaze, and—

“so, take her. she wants you. reeks like she does. you can smell it, too, can't you?” his eyes flashed. playful. “maybe that'll be my retirement gift to you.”

“not funny, Garrick.”

“m’not tryin’ t’be, cap.”)

Three dots appear almost instantly. It takes a moment. Then: fuckin’ prick. Another message from Kyle pops up seconds after. told you, didn't i? i wasn't bein funny. congrats, cap ;) 

As if sensing the sudden whiplash of his mood—deep, proprietorial—you stir in his arms, mewling in confusion. John drops the phone, hiding it from view, and pulls you tighter in his arms. In his embrace. Mouth pressed tight to your hairline, he rumbles, “shush, shush. I got you.” 

His words make you quieten slightly. Quelled under the susurrus lull of his bellowing purr. But there's still a deep ravine between your brows. Unease lashes the air, acidic. Bubbling up from deep within you. 

None of this must make any sense to you. Mercurial boss to mate, but he knows you'll come around to the idea of him soon enough. After all,

he has you all to himself until winter. 

all to himself. 

His hand falls, cups your lower belly possessively. Covetous. You grimace in your sleep, shifting away from the heavy, oppressive brunt of his smell. Obsessive. Potent like a wildfire. Dangerous. 

But there's nowhere for you to run. Nowhere to go except deeper into his arms, his hold. Gyves around your throat; a bloody ring of his teeth. 

Price hums. “Best gift I've ever gotten.” 

[evermorethecrow]

you guys liked my idea more than anticipated

i musnt speak about the forbiden sexless abo au on main but....

....

I THINK dazai should be a beta and i think chuuya should be like some weird mix due to fuckery in the lab messing with his development anyway you guys couldnt handle asexual aromantic chuuya in my omegaverse au anyway

[ikeucity]

𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞. ─ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘

pairing. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader wordcount. 41k

warning. plot-heavy, abo dynamics, possessive and jealous behavior, fluff, angst, dub-con, non-traditional relationship structures such as poly/alpha-omega bonds, internal conflict, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content. mdni. 18+

in a world where instincts rule, you're an omega thrust into the role of housemother for enhypen—a group of seven alphas. a story of power, temptation, and the fine line between duty and desire, leaving you—and the alphas—wondering how much longer you can resist.

co-author: @jaeyunsmochi 👹

the day had finally arrived. the day your father decided, without so much as asking, that you were to become enhypen’s omega. no discussion, no consideration for what you wanted. just cold, calculated logic. “it’s the perfect arrangement,” he’d said, like he was laying out some brilliant business plan rather than handing over your life. “they’re on the rise. you, my dear, will help ensure their success.” you’d tried to push back, to tell him you weren’t some piece to be traded, but his words had hit like bricks. “it’s for your own good,” he’d said, with that tone that left no room for debate. “you’ll be protected. you’ll be their housemother, a stabilizing influence. you’ll be cared for.” you knew what he meant. the scent, the intoxicating pull of an alpha’s pheromones, how it could twist you up inside and make you forget everything but them. you understood the risk, how easily your omega instincts could be triggered, leaving you vulnerable. but you also knew the allure—the way an alpha’s touch could make you shiver, the way their scent could make your body respond in ways you couldn’t control. you weren’t innocent when it came to alphas. you’d been tempted before, but your father’s iron grip on your life had kept you from falling into that world. he had no intention of letting you experience the full pull of being an omega, not under his watch. that’s why he insisted on the necklace—a thin silver chain with a flat round pendant that laid against your skin, subtle but potent. it wasn’t just jewelry. it was a suppressor, carefully designed to keep your omega instincts in check, dampening your natural scent and making sure you wouldn’t lose yourself in the presence of alphas. the necklace wasn’t simple either. it wasn’t just for show. the metal worked like a chemical barrier, interacting with your skin’s sweat and pheromones, releasing compounds that neutralized the scent you’d naturally emit. the compound in the metal regulated pheromone production, keeping you from reaching the overwhelming pull of your omega instincts. but the necklace wasn’t permanent. over time, the compound in the metal would run out. slowly but surely, it would lose its potency, and without regular maintenance or replacement, the suppressor would fail. it was a safeguard, but only for a limited time. he didn’t want you to be swept up in passion or desire. no, he wanted you to be their caretaker, not their lover. and now, here you were, standing in front of the flat where you’d be living with them—enhypen. seven alphas. seven men whose pheromones could break through every defense you had if not for this necklace.

as you stepped inside, the scent of fresh paint and disinfectant filled your nose, sterile and cold. the flat was sleek, modern, but it felt like a stage. like everything was set up for you to step into a role you hadn’t chosen. the kitchen, with its marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, gleamed under the sunlight. it looked like it belonged in a magazine, not in the place where you’d have to figure out how to manage living with seven alpha men. the living room was expansive, plush couches and wide-open space, the kind of place that promised warmth and comfort, but right now, it just felt like a reminder of the unknown that was waiting for you.

you walked to the large glass windows, staring out at the city skyline, wondering if you were ready for this. if you could handle it. seven alphas, your mind whispered, the thought lingering in the back of your mind, making your pulse quicken.

you sat on the edge of the couch, fingers nervously playing with the necklace. the cool metal against your skin was a reminder of the control your father still held over you, even now. it was more than a scent suppressor. it was a chain, a leash, keeping you from experiencing the full intensity of what could happen here.

and you were about to meet them.

your mind wandered as you thought about what their reactions would be. would they notice the necklace for what it was? would they care? or would they just see it as another accessory, not realizing the power it held? would your muted scent still call to them, or would it stay buried, hidden beneath the necklace’s magic?

you looked at your reflection in the vanity mirror, catching sight of yourself. oversized hoodie, loose shorts—casual, comfortable, but you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. your hair was loose, tumbling down your shoulders, softening your appearance. you wanted to project confidence, control, but there was a flicker of uncertainty.

your eyes drifted to the pendant, and a wave of anxiety hit you. it was tarnished, dull in places, a stark contrast to the shine it usually had. panic bubbled up. you couldn’t meet these alphas looking like this. you couldn’t let them see you slipping on even the smallest detail.

you rushed into the bathroom, hunting for baking soda and a cloth, determined to get the pendant gleaming again. as you scrubbed, the faint scent of vanilla—your scent—began to rise in the air. you froze, realizing the necklace wasn’t doing its job. not fully, not right now.

shit. if they walked in now, if they smelled you, they’d know. they’d know how strong your scent is for an omega.

you scrubbed harder, trying to finish quickly, cursing under your breath as your scent thickened in the small bathroom. the last thing you needed was for them to catch you off guard, vulnerable, your omega instincts creeping to the surface before you even met them.

meanwhile, just outside the flat’s door, the sound of luggage wheels had stopped. sneakers shuffled against the floor as seven pairs of feet stood still. they had arrived, and while you were still focused on scrubbing the pendant, unaware, your world was about to collide with theirs.

“I’m sick of this,” jay grumbled, frustration clear in his voice as he fumbled for the key at the door of their new flat. the crisp evening air carried the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, but it did nothing to ease the tension simmering between them. “another housemother, after the disaster we had last time…”

“what do you mean, ‘disaster’?” jungwon asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced over at jay.

jay scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “remember the one we had at the trainee dorm? supposed to be some professional omega, but she turned out to be a total psycho. always sneaking into our rooms, even when we were there. creepy as hell.”

jungwon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “she was trying to seduce all of you?” he couldn’t recall her even sparing him a glance. not that he cared, but still, this was news to him.

“not just seduce,” jay replied, shaking his head with an exasperated chuckle. “she tried to get us to sign some insane contract, claiming she’d be our permanent omega. even spiked our drinks one night. it was a full-blown nightmare.”

jungwon chuckled, shaking his head. “i can’t believe i missed all that. she avoided me like the plague. guess i should be grateful.”

“you were the lucky one,” jay muttered. “the rest of us had to deal with her hovering, manipulative bullshit.”

“that’s messed up,” jungwon said, his tone more serious now. “i can’t believe she tried to manipulate you guys like that.”

jay sighed, frustration returning to his voice. “that’s why i’m not exactly thrilled about this new one. i just hope she’s a professional and not some kind of psycho stalker.”

jungwon, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. “well, at least the place looks great. maybe this time it’ll be different.”

“let’s hope so,” jay muttered, rubbing his forehead. “i just want some peace and quiet.”

sunghoon chimed in with a smirk, “the worst part wasn’t even the stalker vibes. it was her scent. smelled like burnt cabbage and old gym socks. i swear, i almost passed out every time she got too close.”

“oh god, i remember that,” jungwon recalled, face scrunching in mock disgust. “it was like she rolled around in a dumpster before coming to work.”

“at least she kept the place clean,” heeseung said, always trying to be diplomatic. “her cooking was… questionable, but the flat was spotless.”

“yeah, but she was suffocating,” jay complained, waving a small fan dramatically. “it was like she tried to smother us with her… affection.”

“affection?” sunghoon laughed, a mischievous glint in his eye. “more like desperation.”

“okay, enough with reminiscing,” heeseung chuckled. “let’s just hope this new housemother is less… intense.”

“and doesn’t smell like burnt cabbage,” jungwon added, earning a round of laughter.

“so, how does this whole housemother system even work?” jake asked, curiosity in his tone. “i mean, we’re idols, we’re busy, stressed—why do we need an omega living with us?”

“it’s kinda a weird setup,” heeseung explained, leaning against the doorframe. “omegas are supposed to bring balance. it’s more about emotional and physical support. keeping us calm.”

“so, like a big emotional support teddy bear?” sunoo asked, eyes wide.

“pretty much,” heeseung said with a laugh. “it helps with the stress, the constant pressure, and the whole… lack of personal space we deal with. honestly, sexual frustration is part of it too.”

“yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve had an omega around,” jay said, turning more serious. “it’s been too long since we’ve had someone to… you know.”

“it must be hard to keep everything in check,” jungwon said with a sympathetic nod.

“it’s not easy,” jay admitted. “but we manage. still, having someone around for comfort—emotional and physical—makes a difference.”

“comfort, right,” jake muttered under his breath. “what we need is a good fuck.”

“don’t be so crude,” sunghoon said, rolling his eyes. “we’re not animals.”

“speak for yourself,” jake shot back with a smirk. “i’m a man with needs.”

“and those needs are definitely being neglected,” niki added, frustration creeping into his voice. “it’s been months since my last heat.”

“yeah, same here,” sunoo groaned dramatically. “i feel like i’m going to turn into a werewolf or something.”

“don’t worry, sunoo,” jay said with a grin. “we’ll find you an omega who can handle your intense… needs.”

“oh, i can handle it,” sunoo said with a roll of his eyes, dripping with sarcasm.

jay chuckled, shrugging. “just trying to be supportive.”

“well, let’s hope this new housemother is what we need,” sunghoon said with a hint of hope. “someone who can actually help us relax.”

“and doesn’t smell like burnt cabbage,” niki muttered, causing another round of laughter.

jake, however, remained skeptical. “honestly, it might be worse having an omega around. either we won’t like her, or we’ll want to mate with her. there’s no in-between.”

jungwon sighed, shaking his head. “let’s at least give her a chance before we jump to conclusions.”

the new flat was impressive—sleek, modern, and more secluded than their last one, with the promise of better privacy. “wow, this place looks amazing,” jungwon remarked, eyes gleaming with interest as he surveyed the surroundings.

“do you think we’ll each get our own room?” jungwon asked, excitement bubbling in his voice as his eyes scanned the building’s exterior.

“god help us if we have to room with jay again,” sunghoon teased, earning a playful glare from jay and a chorus of laughter from the others.

“it’s boiling out here,” sunoo groaned, waving a small electric fan in front of his face with little effect. sweat trickled down his back, making his shirt stick to his skin.

niki, silently noticing his discomfort, offered him some tissues. sunoo grabbed them with a grateful nod, dabbing his forehead as he tried to cool down.

jake, growing impatient, cast a sideways glance at jay, still fumbling with the key, his hands full with a camera and a small bag. jake’s foot tapped against the ground, his smile slipping just a bit. “what’s taking so long?!”

“almost there,” jay grumbled, wrestling with the lock, his frustration barely hidden as he tried to balance everything.

jake, ever the impatient one, sighed dramatically and marched forward. “okay, enough of this,” he said, his tone light but with just enough annoyance to make the others chuckle.

with a playful groan, jake grabbed the door handle and twisted it as if trying to break in. to everyone’s surprise, the door swung open with a loud thud, the knob slamming against the wall.

the group jumped slightly at the unexpected noise, but jake burst into laughter, clearly proud of himself. “well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” he said, grinning like a kid who just got away with something.

“it was unlocked the whole time?” sunghoon asked, eyeing the open door cautiously before stepping inside.

heeseung, ever the calm one, raised an eyebrow but didn't seem fazed. he dropped his duffel bag on the kitchen counter and took a moment to look around. “weren’t we supposed to meet our housemother here? what if she’s already inside?” heeseung wondered aloud, biting into an apple he grabbed from a fruit bowl, unfazed by the chaos around him.

the others followed suit, taking in the space. sunoo, always ready for a photo op, found a spot near the window, instantly captivated by the view. with the soft light filtering in, he pulled his phone out and started snapping selfies, angling his face just right to catch the golden glow on his skin.

jungwon and jay hauled their luggage into the living room, both of them tired but relieved to finally be inside. jake and sunghoon, meanwhile, flopped down on the plush sofa, sinking into the cushions with a collective sigh of relief.

“finally,” jake muttered, stretching his arms behind his head. “i thought i was gonna drop dead outside.”

“this place is nice,” sunghoon added, his eyes roaming the room, taking in the sleek, modern design. “at least we’re not roughing it.”

“yeah, but where’s the housemother?” jungwon asked, glancing around the space, still half-expecting someone to appear from behind one of the closed doors.

“maybe she’s running late,” jay shrugged, though the thought of being alone in the flat with no one to handle things didn’t exactly bother him.

heeseung took another bite of his apple, completely at ease. “or maybe she’s hiding, getting ready to ambush us with rules and schedules,” he joked, but there was a glimmer of truth in his tone. they’d had their fair share of housemothers with very different styles of managing things.

“well, she better be cool,” jake mumbled, eyes closed as he lounged on the sofa. “because i don’t think i can handle another psycho.”

the group chuckled, but there was an underlying tension. the memory of the last housemother still lingered, and no one was quite sure what to expect this time around.

“you know, that last housemother was actually terrified of jungwon,” jake said with a laugh, shooting a playful glance at jungwon.

sunoo snickered, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “yeah, I remember that! she’d literally run away if he got anywhere near her.”

jungwon furrowed his brow. “what? i’m not scary,” he protested, looking genuinely confused.

jay couldn’t resist jumping in, his voice teasing. “oh, you’re totally not scary. you’re just the quiet guy who stares holes through people when you’re not happy. definitely not intimidating at all.”

“and you always seem to know what everyone’s thinking,” sunghoon added, shaking his head with a grin. “kinda creepy, actually.”

jungwon rolled his eyes. “i’m just good at reading people,” he shrugged. “it’s not my fault people get freaked out.”

heeseung, grinning, leaned against the counter. “well, that skill of yours clearly intimidated some poor housemother. you probably scared her half to death.”

jungwon chuckled lightly, his amusement shining through. “guess she didn’t figure out i’m actually a nice guy.”

suddenly, niki’s excited voice echoed down the hall. “hyung! eight bedrooms! we each get our own room! there are eight bedrooms and two baths!”

jungwon’s eyes widened with excitement, quickly mumbling, “i have to see this,” before darting off to explore the new space, his curiosity getting the better of him.

jay, still managing the luggage, chuckled and waved him off. “go on, go pick your room.”

jungwon began opening each bedroom door, niki close behind, both mentally claiming their spaces as they explored. the scent of fresh paint and new furniture filled the air, making the newness of the flat even more exciting.

niki, always quick to spot things, pointed out a room lined with mirrors. “sunoo’s gonna love this one,” he said before heading off to find him. jungwon continued to explore, smiling to himself as their voices echoed through the flat, laughter filling the space.

but something caught his attention.

as he passed the end of the hallway, his sharp eyes caught sight of a slightly ajar metal door. it seemed out of place, heavy, unlike the others. his mind briefly replayed the strange way the front door had been unlocked when they arrived. he knew they were supposed to meet their housemother here, but no one had shown up yet.

always the curious one, jungwon couldn’t resist. he pushed the door open quietly, stepping into the dimly lit room. the weight of the door was surprising, and a flicker of suspicion crossed his mind—was their housemother actually a man? the thought hung in the air for a moment before he brushed it off.

the room inside was small but perfectly neat. everything was meticulously arranged, from the framed photo on the nightstand to the carefully stacked books on a shelf. a single plant sat in the corner, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise minimal space. everything about the room spoke of control, order, and simplicity.

and then, the scent hit him.

vanilla. subtle, but unmistakable. it filled the air, sweet but not overpowering. it was the kind of scent that lingered softly, inviting without being intrusive. his senses picked up on it immediately, and he couldn’t help but take a deeper breath, letting the fragrance settle around him.

his gaze shifted to the closed bathroom door, where the faint sound of running water could be heard. his instinct told him he should leave—this was private, and he was crossing a boundary just by being here. but something held him back, a pull of curiosity he couldn’t shake.

he took another step closer, the air thick with a sweetness that seeped into his skin, deeper with every breath. it wasn't that foul mix of burnt cabbage and old socks he used to gag on from the last housemother, not the rotting stench that clung to the walls. no, this was different. way too different.

this was like dessert for an alpha—a rich, creamy vanilla that wrapped around his senses, teasing him, daring him to come closer, promising something he couldn't even begin to resist.

jungwon’s breath caught, his heart racing, a steady thump echoing in his ears. he’d never been hit this hard by an omega scent. not like this. not the kind that made him feel like every nerve was on fire. it was dangerous, pulling him in like it had him on a leash, dragging him straight toward the bathroom door where the scent was strongest.

he knew he should go, tell the others their new housemother’s actually here. he should move, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor. fuck, he was frozen. trapped in this vanilla haze, his body betraying him with every deep inhale.

“uh, hello?” his voice cracked, barely more than a breath.

nothing. just the sound of running water, steady, syncing with his pounding heart.

“is someone there?” louder this time, though he wasn't sure if he even wanted an answer.

still nothing.

his pulse quickened, excitement mixing with something darker, something raw. he’d never been this close to an omega with a scent this powerful. never this close to losing control. another step closer. the heat built, creeping under his skin, prickling at his spine. his hand twitched, itching to push the door open, just to see who was behind it, just to know who was making him feel like this.

“hello?” he tried again, his voice tight with something desperate now.

and then the water cut off, leaving only silence.

the scent slammed into him, hard. fuck. it was like vanilla turned up to ten, all-consuming, a wave that crashed over him, drowning him in sweetness. his knees damn near buckled.

jungwon’s eyes widened. he was choking on it, heart slamming against his ribs. “fuck,” he breathed, the word rough, filled with want.

his instincts screamed at him—this omega was his. his to claim, his to knot, to make his. he could see it already: your skin against his, the taste of you on his lips, the way you'd shudder beneath him, taking everything he gives.

“god, i’m so fucking hard,” he muttered, his hand moving to his crotch, trying to calm the ache that was throbbing, demanding.

he should walk away. leave. respect your space. but the alpha in him didn't give a shit about respect right now. the scent was too strong, too damn tempting, and he was too far gone to stop.

your heart skipped a beat, freezing as you heard a muffled “hello” from just outside the bathroom door. the cloth you were using to dry your necklace slipped from your fingers, forgotten on the edge of the sink. you weren’t ready for this. fuck.

they weren’t supposed to be here yet.

you thought you had at least an hour. plenty of time to finish up and get out before anyone even noticed. but you’d grown too comfortable. if it wasn’t such a goddamn struggle with your weight dragging you down, you would’ve shut that heavy metal door to your room. now, it was too late.

the scent hit you—cinnamon, warm and thick, creeping into your lungs with every breath. it sent sparks through your body, made your skin prickle, your knees weaken. your body was betraying you, reacting to the alpha’s scent like it had been waiting for this. your thighs pressed together involuntarily, and you gripped the sink tighter, trying to steady yourself, but it was no use. the slickness between your legs was already there, a humiliating sign that your body was preparing, submitting, wanting.

heat surged through you, burning hotter by the second, and all you could think about was relief, anything to dull the ache that was building inside you. you heard more muffled words from behind the door, but they barely registered. you were too far gone, senses drowning in the need to feel, to be claimed.

your tongue felt heavy, stuck, useless. your hands trembled as you took a shaky step back, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. you looked wrecked—cheeks flushed, eyes wide and desperate. the necklace you were holding slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud, barely noticeable over the pounding of your heart.

your vision blurred, panic creeping in as the overload of sensations threatened to drown you completely. everything felt too much—too loud, too hot, too close. you dropped to your knees, frantically patting the floor for the necklace, but the world was spinning around you, making it impossible to focus. your body was screaming for something else, something far more primal.

the hunger inside you felt animalistic, gnawing at your insides, demanding satisfaction, craving the alpha that carries that intoxicating cinnamon scent. but you couldn't give in. not like this.

you fucking hated your father and his stupid rules.

this had to be one of the alphas you were supposed to take care of, and fuck, he smelled like fresh cinnamon rolls—warm, sweet, and irresistible. if this was any other situation, you’d be dragging him in by the collar, begging him to take you. but you couldn't. god, you fucking couldn't.

your pulse raced, sweat clinging to your skin as panic surged. your mind was scrambling, searching for a way out, but it was like the walls were closing in, and the alpha's scent was making everything worse. you almost choked on it as it intensified, a thick cloud of cinnamon filling your lungs. and then you saw it—a shadow under the door.

he was right there.

jungwon was standing on the other side, and fuck, he could smell you. he knew. his mouth watered at the scent of your slick, knowing full well his scent was affecting you just as much. maybe even more.

“shit, i can smell you,” he groaned, voice thick with desire. he leaned into the door like he was trying to push through, desperate to get closer. “i want to see you. can i?” his voice dropped, smooth and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. “i’m jungwon.”

you bit down hard on your lip, trying to keep your body from betraying you, inching away from the door. your heart pounded so loud it was deafening, your legs trembling as you fought to stay in control. you could feel the heat radiating off your skin, your thighs pressing together for some kind of relief. but it was useless.

“you’re wet, aren’t you? i can smell it, bunny. come out here and play,” he growled, and it sent a jolt straight through you, making your knees nearly buckle. the way he was talking about it, like it was a challenge, made you whimper, your body’s reaction immediate, shame mixing with raw need.

“n-no,” you barely squeaked out, your voice cracking under the pressure. “can you… give me a second?”

your pathetic whimper did nothing but fuel him, his breath hitching at the sound of it. his hand twisted the knob, testing it, and the frustration was palpable when he realized it was locked. his patience was wearing thin.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning his forehead against the door. “please,” he begged, voice dropping to something dangerously close to pleading. “please, let me in.”

you slid to the floor, legs no longer able to hold your weight. the cool tiles offered a brief moment of clarity, the chill biting at your skin, but it was not enough. “i can’t,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. “your scent… it’s too much.”

he growled in frustration, his fist slamming into the door, rattling the hinges. the sound vibrated through you, shaking you to your core. you could feel his anger, his impatience, and somehow it only made his scent stronger, more overwhelming, filling the air until you could barely breathe. slick was already running down your thighs, your body practically begging for him, even as you tried to hold onto what little control you had left.

you were fucked. completely fucked.

this wasn't how you wanted to meet them, not like this. sure, you’d dealt with alphas reacting to your pheromones before, but this? this was different. this was bad. you hadn't been affected like this in so long.

under different circumstances, you’d be thanking the universe for sending an alpha like jungwon your way. fuck, his scent alone made your mouth water. you could already imagine how good it’d feel to have him inside you, his body pressed against yours, the way he’d make you come undone. but you couldn't think about that. you couldn't.

because your father’s voice echoed in your head, reminding you of the rules. strict rules. no matter how badly you or they wanted it, there were boundaries you can’t cross.

the pounding on the door got louder, matching the frantic beat of your heart. “please,” jungwon's voice was rough, strained with need. “i won’t hurt you. i just… i want to meet you. sorry if i scared you.” his tone softened, but there was something lurking underneath, something dark and twisted that made your instincts scream at you to stay the hell away. you could almost picture the smirk curling at the edges of his lips.

but you stayed hidden.

despite everything—your body practically begging you to give in—some tiny piece of rationality kept you from opening that door. you clutched the cold tiles, forcing yourself to stay grounded, to resist the pull of his scent thickening the air, clouding your mind.

sunghoon stretched out on the plush sofa, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as the velvet cushions sank beneath him. “man, i’m starving. think our new housemother knows how to cook? god, i hope she can actually make something edible,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. beside him, jake sprawled out on his stomach, face pressed against the cushions as he let out a loud yawn, stretching his legs out and kicking sunghoon’s lightly. “if she doesn’t, we’re screwed,” he muttered, rubbing his face against the fabric. there was something comforting about the scent lingering in the air—fresh laundry and a faint hint of pine from the air freshener. it reminded him of home, of comfort. but then, something else hit him. it was subtle at first, like a whisper, but the more he breathed it in, the more it consumed him. vanilla. warm, sweet, going straight to his core. he paused, brows furrowed, and shot sunghoon a confused look. “you smell that?” jake asked, pushing himself up slightly.

“what?” sunghoon asked, eyes still half-lidded with that lazy smirk. jake didn't answer right away, nose practically buried into the cushion, trying to catch more of that intoxicating scent. he looked ridiculous, really, crawling over the sofa like a bloodhound on the hunt. but fuck, he needed more of it. he didn't even think as he dipped down, his tongue swiping across the fabric where your scent lingered, a soft groan escaping his lips. his jeans suddenly became too tight, his cock pressing hard against the denim, and it took everything in him not to hump the damn cushion right there. sunghoon stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide. “the fuck are you doing?” “it smells so fucking good,” jake mumbled, momentarily lost in the sensation. it was primal, almost feral, the way the scent shoot straight through him, making his head spin and his body ache for more. his brothers picked up on the shift immediately, the air thickening as jake’s pheromones bled into the room, mixing with the scent of his arousal. it was overwhelming, making their noses twitch and crinkle in response. “dude,” heeseung chuckled, though there’s a tightness to it, his shoulders visibly tensing. “stop releasing your scent. you’re gonna make me throw up.”

sunghoon snorted, shaking his head. “you like that? sniffing the sofa like some damn dog?” he teased, a smirk on his lips, shoving jake playfully. jake shoved him back, not in the mood for jokes. “i’m serious, man. that’s her. i know it.” jake’s voice held a strange seriousness as he pulled back, sitting up straight. “she’s the only omega in the house. that’s her scent.” sunghoon rolled his eyes. “you’re just bitchless, dude. makes your nose oversensitive.” “fuck off, i know what i’m talking about.” jake’s voice grew firmer, his eyes darkening as the primal instincts started to rise. “i’ve got a good nose for omegas. i know what i’m smelling.” he leaned back into the sofa, trying to relax, though the lingering scent kept him on edge. “it’s the kind of scent that makes you want to protect… to claim. it’s driving me nuts. bet she’s cute as fuck.” heeseung’s grin faded, his tone turning more serious. “well, if she smells as good as you say, we better be careful. we can’t go acting on instincts.” “yeah, i know,” jake muttered, though the desire still flickered in his eyes. “but it’s not gonna be easy.” “especially with you acting like a damn pup in heat,” sunghoon smirked, earning a glare from jake. “shut up, hoon,” jake snapped, though there was no real bite behind it. “i just hope she’s a good cook. maybe that’ll distract me.”

“or maybe you’ll be sniffing around the kitchen, too,” sunghoon laughed, the tension easing a little as the conversation lightened. jake, still half-lost in the scent, gestured to the sofa. “try it,” he said, his voice low, daring them. sunoo piped up from the corner, wrinkling his nose. “i’m not going anywhere near that sofa after you slobbered all over it, you freak.” “i’m telling you, you’re missing out,” jake said, nodding his head toward the cushion, though everyone looked at him like he had lost his mind. “nah, man,” jay chimed in, raising his hands in surrender. “i still think you’re being dramatic.” heeseung leaned back, “honestly, i’m just glad she doesn’t smell like a dumpster like the last one,” he propped his legs up on the coffee table, slumping deeper into the sofa chair. the others were still laughing at his joke, but his mind drifted back to their last housemother. her scent had been a constant assault, like it was trying to choke him every time she came near. he’d barely managed to stay polite, always holding his breath. the day she left had felt like a fucking blessing. now, though, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. jake was usually the calm one when it came to omegas, the guy who always kept his head on straight. yet here he was, acting like a love-struck idiot, sniffing the sofa like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. “you’re gonna need to get your shit together, jake,” sunghoon said, his voice firm but teasing. “we can’t let this omega turn us into a bunch of horny messes.” “i know,” jake muttered, though the words were strained, his focus clearly somewhere else. “it’s just… fuck, she smells so good. you’ll get it when you—” “you’re being dramatic,” heeseung cut in with a chuckle, trying to keep things light. “yeah, man, you’re probably overreacting,” sunghoon added, patting jake’s back. before anyone could say more, an overwhelming wave of pheromones hit the room. the thick scent of cinnamon, musk, and pure, raw arousal filled the air, so potent it made them all freeze, heads snapping in unison toward the source.

jungwon. heeseung felt a tightness in his chest. jungwon’s scent always had a way of throwing him off, even when it wasn’t directed at him. now, it was making his head spin. “jungwon, knock it off!” heeseung yelled, shielding his face with his hand. “you’re giving me a fucking headache.” “you guys always overdo it,” sunghoon groaned, his nose scrunching in distaste. “you wanna fucking kill us, won?” a sudden bang from down the hall snapped their attention to the noise, tension crackling in the air. niki, usually calm and collected, felt panic rise in his chest. the thick mix of jungwon’s cinnamon scent, now laced with a sweet hint of vanilla, is dizzying, suffocating. something was wrong. and it was only getting worse. niki’s eyes darted toward the hallway, searching for answers, but all he found was a sickening sense of dread settling into his bones. he didn't know what to do, didn't know how to fix this, and it scared the shit out of him. “something’s not right,” niki whispered. “where the hell is he?” heeseung snapped, his voice tinged with irritation. “i can smell him everywhere, but i don’t see him.” jake’s eyes narrowed, his senses sharpening as the pieces clicked together in his mind. the scent of cinnamon, now laced with vanilla, told him everything he needed to know. his jaw tightened, a low growl vibrating in his chest. “he’s with her,” jake said, voice dark with realization. “he got to her first.”

jay’s eyes widened in disbelief. “no fucking way—he wouldn’t—” “i fucking know it,” jake cut him off, then bolted from the room, his focus singular, laser-sharp as he raced toward the closed metal door, desperate to reach you before jungwon did something irreversible. “jakey boy did say she smelled amazing,” sunghoon stood up, a smirk playing at his lips. “let me see what’s got him all worked up.” he crouched down, leaning in toward the sofa cushion jake had been sniffing, his expression a mix of disgust and curiosity. not entirely pleased at the fact he’d smell jake’s saliva, but the moment he inhaled, his heart slammed against his ribs, his entire body responding to the intoxicating scent. “holy shit,” he whispered, eyes wide, the primal hunger clouding his thoughts. seeing sunghoon’s reaction, the others exchanged glances before moving in, one by one catching a whiff of the scent that had driven jake wild. each of them reacted the same way—shock, disbelief, and the unmistakable burn of arousal. “fuck, he’s right,” jay said, his voice filled with awe and confusion. “this is crazy,” sunoo muttered, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it, but the scent clung, thick and overwhelming, wrapping around his senses. “no fucking way,” niki whispered, eyes wide, fear mixing with fascination. but heeseung wasn't smiling. his mind raced as he tries to think of a way to de-escalate the situation. the scent was too strong, too dangerous. he noticed they were all barely holding on, and it was only a matter of time before someone snapped.

“we’re screwed,” sunghoon declared, standing up straight. “no way in hell we’re holding back if she smells that good.” what? heeseung’s eyes snapped to him, disbelief flooding his system as he shoved sunghoon aside, leaning in closer to the spot on the sofa. the moment the scent hit him, it was like being punched in the gut. his body reacted before his mind can catch up, a sharp hunger tearing through him, raw and possessive. like your scent was calling him, promising a pleasure so intense that it could kill him. he took a step back, breath quickening. “shit,” he breathed, his mind struggling to process the overwhelming desire now clawing at him. a low snarl escaped him, cutting through the room. “get jungwon out of there. now.” his order cut through the tension, and the others scrambled into action, racing toward the hallway where jungwon had disappeared. heeseung followed, every step heavy with the weight of the situation spiraling out of control. his fists clenched at his sides, trying to hold back the overwhelming urge to bury his face into the sofa and lose himself in your scent like jake had. heeseung knew how powerful an omega’s scent could be, how it could push an alpha to the edge of madness. he’d seen it before. but this? this was on another level. as he made his way down the hall, your scent thick in the air, he had a sinking feeling this housemother was going to be a lot more trouble than they ever bargained for. and fuck, he needed to know—who the hell were you?

“i’m done asking nicely. open the fucking door,” jungwon snarled, his voice booming through the room. it wasn’t a request anymore—it was a primal fucking command. every word sent a ripple through you, your body trembling, heat rising in your chest. that omega part of you, the one that wanted nothing more than to submit, stirred like it had been waiting for this moment all along. fuck, you craved him.

you were moving before you could think, crawling toward the door like something inside you had already surrendered. your breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight in your belly. every inch you dragged yourself closer made your chest ache with need. jungwon was pressed up against the door, you could practically feel the heat radiating off him, the wild energy crackling between you two. his desperation—fuck, it matched your own, mirrored in every breath he took.

“i’m gonna break this fucking door down—” his growl got cut off by the heavy thud of jake slamming into him, the sudden impact making the door shake on its hinges. you heard the scuffle, the grunt of breath knocked out, but you stayed frozen, your body betraying you, caught between the pull of two alphas now. jake had his hands on jungwon before either of them could react, pushing him hard against the wall. “you’re not getting to her first,” jake snarled, his grip digging into jungwon’s arm, his knuckles white with the strain of holding him back. jungwon didn’t even flinch. “get the fuck off me,” he growled, shoving back, teeth bared. “i found her first.” “found her?” jake spat, shoving harder, his voice shaking with anger. “you’re a fucking idiot, jungwon.” jungwon’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to something deeper, darker, thick with the kind of need that made your skin prickle. “back the fuck off,” he repeated, losing himself to that alpha instinct that had him blinded with possession. “she’s not yours,” jake sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. “she’s not even leaking for you.” the tension between them was thick enough to choke on, neither of them throwing punches, but fuck, they might as well have been. jake’s grip didn’t loosen, his fingers digging in with a desperate intensity, trying to keep jungwon pinned down. and you? you finally made it to the door, trembling as your hands fumbled with the lock. you had no idea what the hell was going on outside, your head clouded, body screaming for jungwon. every inch of you was numb except for the ache burning deep inside. you couldn’t wait any longer.

the door creaked open, and there he was. jungwon—god, he was everything. his sharp jawline clenched tight, eyes burning with feral heat, hair disheveled from the struggle, wild and untamed. you could barely breathe. his skin gleamed, smooth and warm like fucking honey, and his lips, fuck, they were parted, catching his ragged breaths. but then you saw it—jake, pinning him down. another alpha. the panic hit you like a tidal wave, and you slapped your hands over your mouth as the mix of their scents hit you like a brick to the face. jake’s cool, crisp scent cut through the cinnamon warmth of jungwon’s, and it was too much. the overload had you reeling, barely able to stand. jungwon’s eyes met yours, and that feral look—fuck, it was like nothing you’d ever seen. “bunny,” he breathed, his voice broken, desperate, lying flat on his back, pain written across his face from jake’s tackle. his eyes said everything—he wanted you. no, he needed you. but jake’s grip loosened, and the second jungwon had a sliver of freedom, jake’s attention snapped to you. his eyes blazed with fury, and before you could react, he lunged for you like a man possessed. holy shit, he was all raw alpha energy, moving with a speed that had your heart in your throat. he stopped right in front of you, close enough that his breath ghosted over your skin, his eyes flickering as he took in every detail. and then you felt it. fuck.

“oh god,” he growled, his voice deep, guttural, eyes dropping to the wetness pooling between your thighs. his tongue clicked against his teeth, and he leaned in, like he wanted to drown in your scent. “look at you. fucking perfect.” his words sent a shock through you, and suddenly you couldn’t think straight. jake’s gaze roamed over you, drinking in the sight of your body, covered in that worn hoodie and shorts, but to him, it was like you were standing there bare. you were a fucking masterpiece to him, something he wanted to claim, and it had his chest heaving. your tear-streaked face only seemed to spur him on, made him even harder. you saw it, that hunger in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared when your scent hit him fully. he was fucking losing it. his eyes narrowed, focused only on you, his voice dropping into a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “the scent you left on that sofa? it’s nothing compared to having you here, right in front of me, omega.” jake’s nose skimmed your neck, his breath hot, and you could feel the groan rumbling in his chest as he inhaled deeply. it was like he was marking you without even touching you. every second he spent close to you, you felt the tension snapping inside, the resistance crumbling. “sorry for what i’m about to do to you,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear, his hands roaming your body without shame, rough and possessive, squeezing your tits just enough to pull a gasp from your throat. “please,” you whimpered, voice barely a whisper, your body shaking with both fear and desire. the omega in you screamed to submit, to let them take what they wanted, to give in completely.

jungwon, still on the ground, struggled to his feet, his eyes burning with possessive rage. “get your fucking hands off her, jake,” he snarled, the words dripping with venom as he watched jake’s hands all over you. jake didn’t even flinch. “make me,” he sneered, his grip on you tightening, his eyes still locked on yours. “she’s leaking for me now, jungwon. she wants this.” “no,” jungwon roared, voice cracking with desperation. “she’s mine.” but jake wasn’t listening. he didn’t care. he had you now, and that was all that mattered. his hands were rough, possessive, his body crashing into yours, pinning you down to the floor, the wet stickiness of your arousal clinging to your skin. you could feel the electricity between you, the air buzzing with the raw, untamed energy that threatened to consume you both. the sounds of your moans, his fevered kisses, the desperate way he held you—it all blurred into one chaotic mess of need. jake’s scent wrapped around you, suffocating you in a way that left you dizzy, drowning in him, in everything he wanted from you. jungwon’s helpless cries echoed in the background, his hands clawing toward you, desperate tears welling in his eyes as jealousy burned him alive. “get the fuck off her, jake!” he roared, but it was too late. niki appeared out of nowhere, grabbing jungwon, pulling him back before he could reach you, his own breath ragged, torn between his instincts and the chaos unfolding in front of him. “hyung, stop,” niki’s voice was strained, his body trembling, trying to keep everything from spiraling out of control. niki felt like a tightly wound wire, every muscle on the edge of snapping. he watched the chaos unfolding in front of him, hands twitching at his sides, every instinct screaming at him to step in. but fuck, what was he even supposed to do? his senses were shot, the air thick with pheromones and tension, making him dizzy, making it hard to think straight. his heart pounded, panic clawing at him as he watched it all spiral out of control. jake had you pinned, and you—god, you were suffocating in his scent, the overwhelming musk of him sinking into your skin. your body shook beneath him, the heat from his body swallowing you whole, leaving you gasping, hanging on by a thread. you felt like you were about to break apart.

“you’re a fucking mess,” jake snarled, his voice rough, barely keeping it together as he buried his face into the curve of your neck. “dripping all over yourself for him, but you’re mine. you’re going to be mine.” his words sent a shock of electricity through you, something that shouldn’t have made you shiver, but fuck, you did. and then, like he couldn’t hold back another second, jake groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin as he slipped your shorts to the side, fingers brushing over the soaked fabric of your panties before pulling them down. “fuck, let me taste you,” jake moaned, releasing your wrists and dropping down between your thighs like he was starving for it. his tongue hit your core, messy and filthy, the sound of him lapping at your wetness loud, obscene, and fuck, you couldn’t even care. every flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting through you, your body arching, your fingers digging into the fabric beneath you as you moaned helplessly. the way his tongue flicked over your swollen clit, licking long, slow stripes up your slit, it was like he was trying to claim every part of you with his mouth. you could hear him groaning against your skin, practically drowning in you, his hands gripping your thighs like he never wanted to let go. his hands didn’t hesitate, slipping up your hoodie, fingers grazing over your stomach. he wanted more—wanted to feel everything—but he was too fucking focused on devouring you. jake was losing it, falling apart at the seams as he buried himself between your legs. “shit,” he whimpered, pulling back just enough to breathe. “you taste so fucking good.” you were a mess, panting, barely able to think, to process what the hell was happening. his voice rumbled through you, hitting you somewhere deep. “you gonna let me do whatever i want to this pretty pussy?” he asked, voice shaking with barely contained need. your fingers dug into his shirt, tugging him closer, eyes pleading for him to keep going, keep touching you, keep making you feel. “mhmm,” you managed to choke out, your breath coming fast, chest rising and falling in a desperate rhythm. fuck, he was so good at this, too good, and you were already too far gone. he pressed his face against your neck again, dragging his teeth along your skin, voice hot in your ear as he whispered, “wanna carry my pups? let me pump you full of my seed?” his jaw clenched, trying to stop himself from marking you right then and there, the restraint practically killing him. you nodded frantically, everything inside you screaming yes. fuck yes. his hips ground against you, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your slick skin, the pressure against your clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. it was torment, the best kind, and the way he was so desperate, humping against you, made it all the more intense. “yes,” you whimpered, voice cracking, needy, desperate. “i want it, need you inside me. please.” your words were shaky, your body trembling as you begged for him.

jake spread your legs wider, groaning as he took in the sight of you, slick and needy, completely open for him. he was unbuckling his belt, ready to claim you, but before he could go any further, something crashed into him. jay. he grabbed jake in a chokehold, yanking him off you with a growl that echoed through the room. “get the fuck off her, jake!” jay’s voice was rough, shaking with fury and authority, his hands gripping jake’s neck, his body taut with anger. you gasped at the sudden emptiness, the feeling of jake being torn away from you leaving you desperate, aching for more. you didn’t even think—you shoved your fingers between your thighs, sliding them into your soaked folds, your other hand cupping your breast, desperate to replace the pleasure jake had ripped away from you. “fucking let go of me!” jake roared, thrashing in jay’s grip, his voice edged with rage and desperation. “you fuck, let me go!” jay’s face was strained, holding jake back even though the scent of your arousal was fucking with him too. his chest heaved, breath coming in harsh gasps as he fought to keep control, to stay strong despite the way his own body was reacting to you. fuck, he was hard—he could feel the ache in his pants, but he couldn’t give in, not like this. “jake, snap out of it!” jay’s voice wavered, fighting to maintain control as jake struggled beneath him. “this isn’t you. calm the fuck down.” it took everything in jay to ignore the feel of his own hard-on pressing against jake’s back, the scent of your arousal making it impossible to focus. his mind was screaming at him to stop, but his body was betraying him. but you? you were too far gone to care about any of it. fingers buried deep inside yourself, chasing that release you needed so badly, moaning and gasping, too lost in your own pleasure to notice the chaos unfolding around you.

and it was only the first fucking day. jay nearly lost it when he saw you—fingers buried deep inside yourself, fucking yourself right there on the floor, your body open, completely vulnerable. his breath hitched, eyes widening as he watched you, your slick fingers disappearing into your soaked pussy. the wet squelching sounds filled the room, obscene, making his cock twitch painfully in his pants. jesus fuck, she’s putting on a show.

he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to calm the raging hard-on that was killing him, but it didn’t help. the image of you stretched out, fingers pumping into yourself, was burned into his mind. fuck, his thoughts screamed, she’s wide open for the taking.

jake wasn’t handling it any better. “i said let me go!” jake’s voice was thick with desperation, his body jerking in jay’s hold as he tried to break free. “she’s mine!” he growled, voice rough with frustration, rage boiling over.

jay gritted his teeth, dragging jake more forcefully toward the living room, trying to get the situation under control, but his mind was all over the place, especially with you whimpering on the floor like that.

behind them, jungwon was losing it too. his body thrashed in niki’s grip, eyes wild and filled with pure desperation. “let me go, niki. she needs me.”

niki’s face was tight with strain, his voice barely steady. “hyung, please. calm down. you can’t help her like this.” niki’s grip was iron-tight, but jungwon wasn’t making it easy.

jungwon’s vision blurred with frustration, tears stinging his eyes as he caught another glimpse of you—your back arched, your fingers moving frantically, your face flushed with need. “niki, please,” jungwon begged, his voice breaking. “i can’t... i can’t just leave her like that.” his voice was raw, filled with pain, as he fought against niki’s hold.

just as jay was about to drag jake fully out of the room, something caught his eye on the floor—a necklace, shimmering faintly by the bathroom door. his stomach dropped as he realized what it was. “sunghoon, the necklace!” jay’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chaos as he shouted to sunghoon, who had been standing there, frozen in shock, just staring at you.

sunghoon blinked, snapping out of whatever trance he’d been in. “what necklace?” he mumbled, clearly dazed, his eyes flicking between you and the tension-filled scene unfolding around him.

jay growled, frustration bubbling up. “the necklace, sunghoon!” he barked, trying to make himself clear while holding jake back. “it’s designed to dampen her pheromones, you idiot! look for it before we all fucking lose our minds.”

it's like something clicked in sunghoon's mind yet he hesitated, but then he spotted something shimmering in the corner of his eye. there, by the bathroom door. with a curse, he shielded his nose and approached cautiously, the mix of pheromones in the air making his head spin. “fuck... where is it...” he muttered, his movements jerky, barely able to keep his thoughts straight.

even in the middle of all this chaos, sunghoon’s eyes kept drifting back to you—back to the way your body trembled on the floor, the way your eyes pleaded for something, anything. his heart pounded as your scent washed over him, nearly overwhelming his senses.

“i found it,” sunghoon finally called out, his voice shaky as he clutched the necklace tightly in his hand. it felt cool against his skin, but its weight carried so much more than just the metal—it was the one thing that had been keeping everything in control. “now what?”

his eyes fell on the delicate chain, and a sudden realization hit him like a punch in the gut. it was the same kind of necklace his sister would wear, the one that had kept her safe from the pull of alphas when she first hit her heat. a faint memory flashed in his mind—how protective his parents had been, how they’d insisted on her wearing it at all times, just like your father had done with you.

“put it on her!” jay ordered, the desperation in his voice barely contained. sunghoon cursed under his breath, his hands trembling, body shaking with restrained arousal.

with his stomach twisting in frustration, sunghoon forced himself to walk toward you. fuck, you looked like every filthy fantasy he’d ever had come to life, sprawled out on the floor, back arched, fingers buried deep inside yourself. his vision blurred as your scent invaded his lungs, thick and intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the haze.

“oh... you look so good,” sunghoon mumbled under his breath, crouching down next to you. his hands shook as he reached out, barely able to control himself as his fingertips grazed your skin.

your tear-streaked face turned toward him, and you sniffled, your voice trembling. “help me, alpha.” your words were a plea, your fingers still fucking yourself as you reached out for him, your wet fingers brushing against his knuckles.

sunghoon’s resolve nearly shattered right there. fuck. every instinct screamed at him to taste you, to claim you. he wanted to pin you down and lose himself in your scent, in your slick pussy, but he held back. barely. his breath was shaky, heart racing as he forced himself to focus.

“fuck,” he groaned, his hand pressing flat against your stomach. the warmth of your skin burned against his palm, and he bit back the urge to rip your clothes off right there. he wanted to know if you liked the way his alpha musk surrounded you, if you were feeling the same pull.

his eyes raked over your body—your hoodie shoved up, your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. he imagined fucking you, imagined the way your stomach would bulge with how deep he could go. you’d take him so fucking well.

his voice was low, rough, barely above a whisper as he muttered, “you want it? want me to fill you up, make you mine?” he wasn’t even talking to you at that point—it was more like he was lost in his own head, entranced by the sight of you.

“yes,” you whimpered, your body arching into his touch, reacting to every word he said. “anything... help me.”

his hand trembled, fighting to hold back, his control slipping. “fuck, i want to... i want to so fucking bad,” he admitted, his voice thick with lust.

“sunghoon, what the fuck are you doing?” jay’s voice snapped him out of it, harsh and urgent. “the necklace, dumbass. it’s supposed to stop her pheromones from driving us all fucking insane.”

"i fucking know!" sunghoon clenched his jaw, frustrated as hell, feeling like jay just cockblocked him at the worst possible moment. but he knew he had to do it. fuck, why was it always him stuck with shit like this?

“why do i always get the hard jobs?” sunghoon muttered, resigned, but determined. his hands still shook as he gripped your arm, rolling you onto your side to clasp the necklace around your neck.

the second it clicked into place, your scent dampened, the intensity of it fading just enough that sunghoon could breathe again. he collapsed back on his heels, chest heaving as the haze lifted, the burning arousal still lingering but not as overwhelming.

you went limp in his arms, your body finally giving in, exhaustion pulling you into sleep. sunghoon let out a shaky breath, trying to pull himself together.

sunoo burst into the room, his face a mix of worry and confusion as he looked at your limp form. “let me take her,” sunoo said firmly, lifting you up with gentle hands, carrying you out of the room and settling you on the sofa in the living room.

sunghoon watched him go, his body still trembling, trying to shake off the intensity of what just happened. he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath until heeseung’s hand landed on his shoulder, grounding him.

“you took your fucking time,” sunghoon mumbled, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and frustration.

heeseung smirked, barely fazed. “looked like you had it under control.”

sunghoon glared at him, knowing full well heeseung had been standing there watching, probably enjoying the whole damn show. heeseung always had a way of lurking in the background, and most times, no one could tell what he's really thinking about.

the living room was heavy with tension, thicker than the remnants of your pheromones, even with the necklace doing its job. the hum of the air conditioning was the only noise cutting through the uncomfortable silence. jay leaned against the wall, arms crossed, frustration etched on his face.

“so, have you two idiots calmed down yet?” jay’s voice finally broke the quiet, exasperation lacing every word. jake and jungwon, both looking like they'd just taken a beating, sat slumped on the sofa. neither one could meet jay's eyes. they were too busy staring at you, still asleep, blissfully unaware of the shitstorm they were causing.

jake rubbed a hand over his face, elbows resting on his knees. his eyes stayed glued to you, to the rise and fall of your chest as you slept, completely oblivious to the chaos you'd left in your wake. he swallowed, hard, still tasting the lingering sweetness of your arousal on his tongue.

“never been this pussy-drunk in my life,” jake muttered under his breath, his voice so low it was almost like he didn’t want anyone to hear it—but they did. his usual cocky confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced with a needy, pathetic ache. it pissed him off, but he couldn’t shake it. not when you were right there.

he was always the guy in control, the one alphas and omegas alike fawned over. but you? fuck. you flipped the script, made him feel desperate, like he couldn’t think straight. every memory of the way you smelled, the way you’d whimpered under him, it was still fresh in his mind, and it gnawed at him.

“she’s something else,” jake muttered again, shaking his head like he was trying to snap out of it. “can’t believe how strong her scent is, even with the fucking necklace.”

jay nodded, jaw tight, eyes flickering between you and the others. “we need to get a grip. we’re responsible for her, not just our own goddamn urges,” he growled. “but it’s a fucking kick in the balls that this is how we had to welcome her on her first day.”

“yeah, no shit,” jake muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “i don’t even know her name, and she makes it hard to focus on anything.” he shot a look at sunoo, who sat calmly near you, completely unaffected by the chaos that seemed to have every other alpha by the throat.

“how the fuck are you so calm, sunoo?” jake’s voice dripped with disbelief, and maybe a bit of jealousy. “seriously, what the hell is your secret?”

sunoo just hummed, a small smile playing at his lips, but his eyes stayed cool, detached. “she’s beautiful, no doubt. and her scent? it’s... nice. but it doesn’t drive me crazy like it does you guys.”

the other alphas groaned, frustrated and envious as hell. they wished they could borrow some of sunoo’s calm, bottle it up, and down it like a shot.

“you’re telling me if she begged you to fuck her, you wouldn’t cave?” jake challenged, his voice tinged with desperation. there was no way sunoo was that composed.

sunoo’s smirk widened, his calmness irritating. “i didn’t say that. i wouldn’t say no. but i’m not compelled like you guys are.”

jay rolled his eyes. “always the zen master, huh?” he let out a low chuckle, though his own struggle was clear in his tight posture. “but you’re right. we need to find that control, or we’re all fucked.”

especially me. he thought, his gaze lingering on you. the way you’d been earlier, begging for it, the way you’d let anyone take you—it had him in a chokehold. he’d wanted to knock everyone out, drag you off, and make you his. but he couldn’t admit that. not yet.

jake let out a low groan, eyes dark with something that burned hotter than frustration. “you have no idea how good she is, though. her scent, her body... fuck, her heat.” he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the other alphas’ eyes on him. “i ate her out, kissed her. full-on, tongue-down-her-throat shit.”

jay shot him a look, a flicker of jealousy crossing his face despite how much he tried to hide it. “we’re all affected, jake. it’s not just you.” he turned to jungwon, who had been eerily quiet, his gaze fixed on the floor like he couldn’t even process what happened.

“jungwon, what about you? you vanished earlier.”

niki chimed in, curiosity laced in his voice. “yeah, hyung, you weren't yourself.”

jungwon sighed, rubbing his temples, looking as lost as the rest of them. “i don’t know. i’ve never been like this. i went in because i was curious... and then, next thing i knew, i was trying to break down her bathroom door.” his voice cracked with the memory, his hands clenching into fists.

“i know how you feel,” jake said, his frustration barely contained. “the moment i got close to her, it was like her scent wrapped around me, and i couldn’t breathe. i had to get to her.”

jungwon’s jaw tightened, his voice sharp. “but you got to her first, jake. you always do.”

jake stepped closer, his voice lowering into a growl. “what are you trying to say, jungwon? that i shouldn’t have? that i should’ve let you?”

jungwon’s emotions boiled over, barely making sense in his own head. “i’m saying,” he spat, “that i lost control for the first time in my life. do you know what that’s like? i was fucking crying because i couldn’t handle it.”

niki, who had been listening closely, stepped in. “i think we’re all just exhausted from work, plus, this whole situation is insane. that’s why we’re all losing our shit.”

heeseung, who had been quiet, watching everything unfold, finally spoke. “it’s not like you to be aggressive,” he looked at jungwon, his voice softer. “but this stuff happens.”

heeseung, for all his calmness, wasn’t unaffected. he could still smell your scent clinging to the air, and god, it made him jealous. he hadn’t gotten as close as jake or jungwon, but the moment he caught a whiff of you, he knew. he wanted you.

but he wouldn’t let it show. not yet. not when he could watch his members lose their cool, spiraling, while he waited for the perfect opportunity.

jungwon sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “the moment i stepped into her room, it was over. i was completely fucked.”

heeseung’s eyes narrowed as he watched jungwon carefully, always calculating, always watching. competition. he could feel it brewing. but he wasn’t worried. not yet.

“thanks for stepping in, jake,” jungwon finally muttered, though there was an edge to his voice. “even if you got to her first.”

jake shook his head, his voice earnest. “i’m sorry, man. i didn’t mean to. i just... lost control. it was a heat-of-the-moment thing.”

jungwon nodded, the tension between them easing just a little. “yeah, i get it.”

sunghoon, who had been quiet until now, broke the moment with a chuckle. “jake, you even licked the spot where she was sitting.”

jake groaned, burying his face in his hands, his embarrassment clear.

“we all lost control,” jay said, eyes softening as he looked at you, still fast asleep on the sofa. “but we need to be better. we owe her an apology when she wakes up.”

they all nodded, the reality of what had happened settling over them. it was time to pull themselves together. no more losing control. no more giving in.

jungwon leaned back against the sofa, eyes closed, but his mind was far from resting. the exhaustion was real, but your voice—soft, needy, calling his name—echoed in his thoughts, gnawing at him. he couldn’t stop replaying it. the desperation in your tone, the way you’d looked at him, had done something to him, and it was driving him crazy.

sunghoon’s tone shifted, snapping him out of his thoughts. “good thing jay noticed she had a suppressor.”

sunghoon might’ve sounded casual, but his thoughts? they were far from innocent. he couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d begged him earlier, how your eyes, full of need, had almost made him lose control. the way you’d pleaded for his touch—it sent shivers down his spine even now. fuck, he’d wanted you so bad.

he envied jake’s boldness. if only he had been the one to taste you first. your scent was still in his head, lingering like a ghost, reminding him of what could’ve been.

jay’s voice pulled him back to the present. “looks like you know more about it, hoon. the necklace.”

"i know 'cause my sister has one too. it’s like an iud."

"what is an iud?" niki asked, his brow furrowed as he glanced around, clearly confused by the term.

sunghoon chuckled softly, leaning back against the couch. "it’s a birth control thing," he explained casually. "a little device they put in so people don’t get pregnant."

niki’s eyes widened slightly, and he tilted his head, still not entirely sure how it worked. "wait, they put it where?"

sunghoon smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "in the uterus, genius."

"oh, damn," niki muttered, clearly thrown off by the explanation. "that sounds... intense."

"yeah," sunghoon replied, shaking his head lightly. "but it’s not the same as what y/n’s necklace does. hers just messes with the pheromones, like keeping everything under control. it’s not exactly birth control, but kinda similar in that it’s stopping something natural from happening."

"wait, seriously?" niki blurted out, still processing the idea.

sunghoon nodded, his tone more serious now. "yeah. it’s a pretty strong compound in the metal that reacts to sweat and pheromones. but over time, it wears out, just like anything else."

jay nodded. “yeah. her scent being this potent means her pheromones are off the charts. we need to be extra cautious.”

niki, ever observant, caught how jay was standing—arms crossed, feet shifting nervously, leaning against the wall like he didn’t trust himself to get any closer to you. niki smirked, holding back a laugh. “hyung, you look awkward. feeling it too?”

jay glanced at you, his usually cool expression faltering for a moment. “i’d be shocked if anyone wasn’t affected,” he muttered, turning his gaze to heeseung, who had been unusually quiet.

heeseung’s eyes were fixed on you, his mind elsewhere. “i actually called management earlier. asked if there’d been some sort of mistake.”

jay’s curiosity piqued. “and?”

heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. “no mistake. she was assigned to us. a special recommendation.”

“they threw a rabbit into a den of wolves,” heeseung muttered under his breath, frustration clear in his tone.

jay tried to crack a smile, lighten the mood. “should we be happy or scared?”

jake’s voice cut in, sharp and careless. “can we fuck her, though?” the question hung heavy in the air, met with incredulous stares.

“seriously, jake?” sunoo snapped, his eyes darting between you, fast asleep on the couch, and jake. “she’s lying there, completely vulnerable, and that’s where your head’s at?”

jake shrugged, defensive. “come on, i know you guys are thinking it too,” he muttered, though a flicker of doubt crossed his face.

sunghoon clenched his jaw, his voice strained. “we’re supposed to protect her, not take advantage of her.” but even as the words left his mouth, the intrusive thoughts crept in—what it would feel like to claim you, to give in. he balled his fists, trying to keep his instincts in check, but the urge gnawed at him.

the necklace dulled your scent, but fuck, it didn’t stop the fantasies from crawling into his mind.

sunoo, calm as ever, moved towards you, lifting your delicate frame into his arms effortlessly. “where are you taking her?” sunghoon’s voice was laced with envy, watching sunoo carry you like it was nothing.

“i’m going to give her a bath, then tuck her in,” sunoo replied, matter-of-factly. “and no, i’m not going to do anything inappropriate.” his tone was firm, but he couldn’t help the flicker of temptation that crossed his mind. he had to remind himself to focus. you were their responsibility now.

as sunoo walked toward your room, the others watched him, a mix of frustration and admiration playing on their faces. they all knew sunoo was the best one for the job, the least affected by your pheromones. but still, it stung that he seemed so damn unaffected, while they were all barely hanging on.

“hey, sunoo, wait,” jake called after him, his voice a mix of concern and something more. “i need to ask you something.”

sunoo paused, turning back. “what is it?”

jake hesitated, his voice quieter now. “how do you stay so calm around her? it’s like you’re not even affected.”

sunoo chuckled softly, adjusting his grip on you. “i'm not a saint, jake. of course i'm affected, i’m just trying to focus on what matters.”

“but her scent…” jake admitted, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

sunoo nodded, understanding. “it’s tough for all of us, hyung. but we have to be stronger than our instincts.”

jake sighed, nodding. “you’re right. it’s just… hard to keep it together.”

sunoo gave him a small smile before continuing down the hall, carrying you toward your room. jake watched him go, a mix of admiration and frustration bubbling inside him.

how the fuck does he do it?

the rest of the members sat in silence, watching the exchange, knowing they were all fighting the same battle. they were trying to control themselves, trying to be better, but it was a constant struggle. and it wasn’t getting any easier with you around.

“we need to set some ground rules,” jungwon finally said, his voice firm. “no one is to be alone with her unless absolutely necessary. and if anyone feels like they’re about to lose it, speak up.”

everyone nodded, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on them. the reality of living with you was sinking in, and it was going to be a test of their control and boundaries. one they hadn’t anticipated.

as they began to unpack their things, each of them wrestled with their own thoughts, their own desires. they had crossed lines today, and now they owed it to you—and themselves—to make amends.

it was time to figure out how to move forward.

they needed to apologize.

you stirred awake, a soft groan slipping from your lips as you stretched, the weight of sleep still hanging heavy on your body. last night was a blur—a chaotic mix of sensations, overwhelming scents, and a vulnerability that still lingered in your chest. as you shifted under the covers, you winced at the uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs. fuck. you were still covered in your own juices, the tackiness clinging to your skin, a reminder of just how wild things had gotten.

heat crept up your neck as bits of memory floated back—the way their scents had engulfed you, how your body had betrayed you, craving their touch. you surrendered to it, to that primal pull, knowing damn well it wasn’t just their pheromones driving you mad. you were an omega, after all, this was your nature. but fuck, you thought, it went way too far.

and yet, beneath the embarrassment, there was something else. a weird sense of power. they had struggled to keep control, they were the ones lost in you. yeah, you were vulnerable, but you weren’t helpless. you were their housemother now, and you were gonna be good at it, no matter what kind of messy shit last night had brought.

sitting up, you winced again, the sticky reminder between your legs making your face burn. god, what a fucking disaster. seven alphas, all practically losing their minds over you. it had felt intoxicating and terrifying at the same time.

with a sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed, cringing at the way your legs felt weak, the dried remnants of last night clinging to your thighs. the bathroom was your refuge, the cool water washing away the mess, but even then, the faint scent of your arousal still lingered. great, that’s not going anywhere, you thought, scrubbing your skin until you felt a little more like yourself.

you weren’t just some omega to be played with, no matter how much your body had craved it. you were their housemother. and you were determined to remind them of that.

fresh clothes, something simple but made you feel in control. you took a deep breath, squaring your shoulders before stepping out of the bathroom, the murmur of voices drifting through the door. there was laughter, but it was tense, the kind that tries to cut through something heavier.

when you walked into the living room, the conversation cut off immediately. their eyes snapped to you, and the surprise in their faces was almost comical. they didn’t expect this. they probably thought you’d still be in bed, embarrassed, maybe hiding from them after last night. but you stood tall, chin up, determined not to let them see any weakness.

“morning, boys,” you greeted, your voice steady. their wide eyes and gaping jaws made you want to smirk. clearly, they hadn’t expected this kind of confidence from you.

the room stayed quiet, all of them exchanging looks, trying to figure out how to react. a smirk tugged at your lips, amusement flickering in your eyes. good. they needed to know you weren’t a pushover.

“i hope you’re all ready for a new day,” you said, your tone firm but calm, taking control of the room. “and i think it’s time for proper introductions.”

jake was the first to recover, a sly grin spreading across his face as he leaned back. “good morning to you too, bunny,” he teased, the nickname meant to rile you up. it worked.

jungwon’s eyes narrowed at jake. that was his nickname for you, and jake knew it. “you’re lucky you’re still alive after last night,” jungwon grumbled under his breath, clearly irritated.

“name’s niki,” another voice chimed in, and you turned to see niki lounging on the sofa, smirking like he’d known you forever. “honestly thought we’d need to call an exorcist or something with the way things got.” his casual tone was an attempt to make you feel more comfortable, but there was a teasing edge to it.

you chuckled, shaking your head. “yeah, well, turns out i’m tougher than i look. name’s y/n, by the way.” your smile widened. “nice to officially meet everyone.”

jungwon’s voice was softer now, a little embarrassed. “i’m jungwon. glad to see you’re okay.” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly still trying to process everything.

you arched an eyebrow at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “i’m surprised you didn’t break down my bathroom door, jungwon. you were pretty determined.”

his face flushed crimson. “yeah… about that,” he stammered, looking down at the floor. “i don’t know what came over me.”

“makes sense why only your door’s made of metal. it’s to help during your heat-cycle, right?” jay chimed in, a thoughtful look on his face as he nodded toward your bedroom door.

you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “yeah, so i don’t accidentally cause… well, this.” you gestured to the room full of alphas still trying to reel themselves in from last night. jay grinned, introducing himself, and you nodded, chuckling. “don’t worry, i already know who you all are. they briefed me before i came.”

“figured,” jay said, flashing a bright smile.

heeseung was next, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else. “we’re really sorry about what happened yesterday,” he said, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “but you should try not to take off your necklace… so i don’t end up doing something you wouldn’t want me to.” the way he said it had the room freezing for a second.

the others tensed, their eyes darting toward heeseung, irritation flickering in their expressions. jake snorted, clearly annoyed. “oh, so you’re the responsible one now?” his voice dripped with sarcasm.

jungwon shot heeseung a glare. “yeah, because you’re the only one who needs to ‘be careful,’ right?”

sunghoon rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “since when did you turn into the knight in shining armor? i thought we all agreed we’d look out for her.”

heeseung raised his hands, smirk still lingering. “i’m just saying. someone’s gotta make sure we don’t all lose our heads.”

jay snorted. “you’re one to talk. i saw the way you were looking at her last night.”

“jealous much?” heeseung teased, though the tension was real now, thick in the air.

the bickering had your heart racing. they were all vying for your attention, and while it was overwhelming, it was also strangely satisfying.

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “you’re all ridiculous.” their eyes snapped back to you, their gazes softening a little. “but i appreciate the concern. let’s just try not to kill each other, alright?”

they all nodded, albeit reluctantly, the tension easing slightly. they knew they had to find a way to navigate this new dynamic. whatever had happened last night, you were the one keeping them from losing it completely. you weren’t just a pretty face or a tempting scent—you were the one holding them together, and they were starting to realize that.

“we’re lucky to have you,” sunoo said, his voice calm and genuine, making the others nod in agreement.

as the room settled into a strange calm, you stood tall, confidence radiating from you. sure, last night had been a mess, but you had a grip on it now. they might be alphas, but you were the one in charge here. and you weren’t going to let them forget it.

as the weeks passed, you settled into your role as housemother to the seven alphas with surprising ease. that initial tension from the wild encounter with jake and jungwon still simmered beneath the surface, but you focused on weaving connections with each of them. it was clear from the start that if this was going to work, you’d need to build strong bonds, and not just manage the household.

you began your mornings by waking early to prepare breakfast, the scent of food quickly luring them into the kitchen one by one. jake was always the first, his bedhead messy, eyes sleepy but lighting up the moment he saw you. he leaned against the counter, watching you as you moved around the kitchen with ease, his gaze always a little too attentive, lingering on you like you were his personal sunrise.

“morning, y/n,” he’d say, voice still heavy with sleep but edged with warmth. it became a ritual between you two. there was something about the way he said your name, slow and playful, that never failed to make your pulse quicken.

“morning, jake. sleep well?” you’d reply, shooting him a glance over your shoulder as you worked.

he would grin, leaning in just a little too close, his voice low. “better now that i get to see you first thing,” he’d say with that smirk that made it hard to roll your eyes, even though you always tried.

jungwon, however, was quieter, more reserved. he’d drift into the kitchen after jake, silently helping where he could, usually at the sink, scrubbing dishes. but you noticed the way his fingers would brush yours, just slightly too often to be a coincidence. it was the small moments with him, the silent exchanges.

“thank you for breakfast,” he’d mumble, his voice quiet but full of something more than just politeness.

“anytime, jungwon,” you’d reply softly, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the room, the tension lingering until the next person barged in.

then there was niki. always up to something, he’d sneak up behind you, trying to steal bites of food off your plate or straight from the pan, all while wearing that mischievous grin that he knew would make you laugh. but his antics, innocent as they seemed, were often followed by lingering glances that felt far more intentional.

“play a game with me,” he’d say, flashing that boyish smile that made it impossible to say no, even though you knew he was just trying to see you flustered.

sunghoon, on the other hand, was always watching from the sidelines, his gaze intense but quiet. you’d catch him looking at you from across the room when he thought no one was paying attention. his quiet presence always seemed to fill the space around you, and though he rarely said much, when he did, it was always with a softness that surprised you.

“if you need anything, just let me know,” he’d offer, voice low, the sincerity in his eyes clear, but there was always an edge to his words, like he was waiting for something, a moment when you’d turn to him.

jay was the complete opposite—always vocal about how much he admired you. you couldn’t escape the constant compliments. whether it was about how you organized the kitchen or how you handled the laundry, he made sure you knew you were appreciated.

“you’re incredible, you know that?” he’d say, leaning back on the couch after you’d tidied up the living room, his gaze warm but playful.

“i’m just doing my job,” you’d deflect, but the look in his eyes made it clear he thought you were doing more than just your job.

heeseung, though, was the hardest to figure out. he flirted openly, always testing the boundaries, his words dripping with suggestion even when his actions didn’t follow through. there was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like he could see right through your attempts to stay composed.

“you should be careful,” he’d whisper one evening as he passed by, his voice low, teasing, but with enough edge to make you pause. “or i might just lose control.”

sunoo was different—sweet, affectionate, but with an authority that kept the others in line. he’d join you in the evenings, chatting casually, his arm casually draped over the back of your chair, always leaning just a little too close, but never pushing too far. his presence was soothing, but you could tell even he wasn’t immune to the pull you seemed to have on them all.

“you’re doing great, y/n,” he’d say, smiling softly, though his eyes betrayed a deeper appreciation.

as the days turned into weeks, the tension between you and the alphas became less about control and more about the unspoken connection that was building between all of you. they became more protective, more possessive, even in the smallest of ways. jay would always make sure you weren’t lifting anything too heavy, jungwon would hover around after meals as if waiting for a reason to help, and jake was always right there, keeping you company, offering small touches or playful remarks that kept your heart racing.

they were watching, and they cared more deeply than any of them probably wanted to admit. but you could feel it, the way they gravitated toward you, the way their eyes lingered a little too long, the way their teasing never really felt all that casual. and even though it made things complicated, there was a thrill in it, knowing you held their attention in a way that went beyond simple attraction.

the day they won first place on the chart was electric, the house buzzing with excitement and pride as the alphas celebrated in the living room. laughter and cheers filled the air, the atmosphere brimming with energy as they reveled in their success. you stood to the side, watching it all unfold with a proud smile on your face, genuinely happy for them. but as they decided to go live on weverse to share the moment with their fans, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

as the live broadcast started, you noticed a shift. their smiles were still there, but they seemed a little forced. their laughter, normally so carefree, sounded just a bit strained. it was subtle at first, easy to miss if you weren’t paying close attention, but the longer you watched, the more apparent it became. something was wrong.

it hit you all at once—your scent. it had been subtle before, controlled by the necklace you wore to suppress your pheromones, but now it was filling the room. shit. your heart skipped a beat as you realized what was happening. your heat was starting, and the necklace wasn’t doing its job as well as you’d thought.

heeseung was the first to falter. sitting on the couch, his hand gripped the back of it tightly, his knuckles white. he was trying to focus on the screen in front of him, reading comments, but you could see the strain in his face. his eyes flicked to you for just a second too long, and that’s when you knew he was struggling.

“are you okay?” one of the fans asked in the chat, their concern flashing across the screen.

heeseung forced a smile, his voice tight as he responded. “yeah, just… a little hot in here, that’s all.” but the way his eyes lingered on you betrayed him, the usual calm and collected demeanor slipping.

you swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very conscious of the heat rising in your body, the way your skin tingled. your mind raced as you wondered why the necklace wasn’t working like it should. had you taken it off too long that morning? was it faulty? you could feel it, the pull it had on the room, the way the alphas were all reacting, each in their own way.

jake, sitting closest to the camera, kept shifting in his seat, his leg bouncing nervously. he was trying so hard to stay focused on the live, reading out comments, his voice casual, but his eyes kept darting to you. his usual laid-back confidence was cracking, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way he was practically staring bullets into you. there was no mistaking it—he was smelling your arousal, and it was driving him mad.

jungwon wasn’t faring any better. his jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he might crack a tooth, his shoulders tense, fingers gripping the edge of the couch as he fought to keep his composure. his eyes, usually so soft when he looked at you, were dark now, clouded with something deeper, something primal.

niki’s carefree demeanor had vanished. the youngest of the group, he sat unusually still, his eyes flicking between the camera and you, his lips pressed into a thin line. he wasn’t laughing, wasn’t cracking jokes like he normally would. instead, he seemed to be barely holding it together, his hands gripping his thighs like he was trying to ground himself, keep from doing something reckless.

sunghoon looked like he was ready to bolt. every few minutes, he’d glance toward the door, his body rigid as if he was debating whether to stay or flee. he was always the quiet one, the observer, but now he looked like he was moments away from losing control.

jay was the only one who seemed to be trying to mask it, his fingers scrolling through the live chat, pretending to focus on the fans’ comments. but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his grip on the phone tightened with every minute that passed. he kept throwing you glances, his expression unreadable, though the way his eyes lingered on you told you everything. he wanted you too.

sunoo, sitting beside jay, seemed to be the only one holding it together, but even he wasn’t entirely unaffected. his usual bright smile was still there, though a little more strained than usual. he helped jay read through the live chat, his voice light and teasing, but you could see the way his eyes flicked to you every so often, his control slipping for just a second before he pulled himself back. unlike the others, sunoo had a way of masking his emotions, keeping the tension at bay. but even now, you could feel the weight of his restraint, how much effort it was taking for him to stay composed while the air around you all grew thicker with every passing second. he nudged jay playfully at one of the fan comments, trying to keep things light, but even that small touch seemed to make jay’s jaw tighten. sunoo was doing his best to help distract him, it was clear that the room was suffocating them all, the scent of your arousal filling the space and gnawing at their control. the live finally ended, and as soon as the cameras were off, the air in the room became suffocating. the tension that had been bubbling beneath the surface during the broadcast now rose to a boiling point. no one was speaking, but their reactions were all too clear. they were trying to act normal, but you could feel the weight of their struggle. they were holding on by a thread, and you were the reason why. heeseung was the first to break the silence, his voice low, almost strained. “that was close.”

“too close,” jake muttered, his leg still bouncing restlessly as he ran a hand through his hair. his eyes flicked to you, filled with frustration and need, and for a moment, you thought he might say something else, but he just clenched his jaw and looked away.

jungwon stood abruptly, his fingers still flexing like he was trying to shake off the tension. “we should… take a breather.” his voice was clipped, tight, and he moved toward the door, but not without a quick, burning glance in your direction.

niki let out a heavy breath, shifting in his seat before muttering, “yeah, good idea.” he looked at you for just a second before following jungwon, his expression unreadable.

sunghoon stood as well, his movements stiff, and for a moment, you thought he might bolt out the door without another word. but he stopped, turning back to you, his voice low and soft. “we’ll, uh… we’ll give you some space.”

as the others filed out of the room, jay lingered for a second, his phone still in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on you. he didn’t say anything, just watched you, his expression conflicted, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. finally, he sighed and followed the others out.

once the door closed behind them, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. the room felt impossibly still now, the weight of your heat settling over you like a blanket. your body felt hot, too hot, and you pressed a hand to your chest, trying to calm your racing heart.

shit, you thought, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. this was bad. you hadn’t expected it to come on so suddenly, hadn’t expected the necklace to fail so spectacularly. you could feel the pull now, the way your body was reacting, the way your mind was clouding with thoughts you knew you shouldn’t be having.

once the door clicked shut behind them, the alphas filed into the hallway, tension hanging thick in the air like an electric charge. they hadn’t spoken a word since leaving the living room, but the silence was deafening, every one of them keenly aware of the other’s struggle.

jungwon was the first to snap. “what the hell was that?” he ran a hand through his hair, pacing up and down the hallway, his jaw tight, trying to shake off the lingering heat that had settled over him. his chest heaved with frustration, his fists clenched at his sides as if he was trying to restrain himself from going back in there.

jake leaned against the wall, eyes screwed shut as he tried to calm his breathing. “i don’t fucking know, man. but her scent—it’s so much stronger now. it’s like i can’t breathe without wanting to—” he cut himself off, biting down hard on his lip, trying not to finish that sentence.

sunghoon let out a low groan, slamming his fist lightly against the wall. “well, the necklace ain't doing shit.” he exhaled sharply, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusted his pants, the obvious strain beneath them making it clear that he was losing control.

“i couldn’t even sit there without feeling like i was gonna snap,” niki admitted, his voice low, almost embarrassed. he wasn’t used to feeling like this—so helpless against his own instincts. “i don’t know how much longer i can take it.”

jay was standing off to the side, trying to hide the fact that his entire body was tense, his fingers twitching as he clenched and unclenched his fists. his usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced with a mix of agitation and desire that he could barely contain. “i was reading the comments like my life depended on it,” he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. “but i kept fucking looking at her, and i couldn’t stop. she smells so…” he trailed off, his expression tight with barely contained want.

heeseung, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up, his voice low and serious. “we need to figure something out. this isn’t sustainable. we can’t all just keep… reacting like this.”

jake, still leaning against the wall, scoffed. “what do you suggest? getting an omega to help us out or something?” his words were sharp, sarcastic, but the desperation in his voice was clear. he knew they needed a solution, and fast, but the idea of bringing in someone else made his stomach churn.

jungwon shook his head, his expression hard. “a different omega? that won’t help.” his voice was filled with conviction, though it was clear he wasn’t exactly sure why.

sunoo nodded from where he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “we’d just be pissed off, because it’s not her.”

they all exchanged glances, the unspoken truth hanging in the air. the thought of another omega in the house, trying to help them, wasn’t even remotely appealing. in fact, it made them uncomfortable, like their bodies had already decided that it was you, or nothing.

jay groaned, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “this is so fucked up.”

“i know,” sunghoon muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice was strained, like he was on the verge of losing control. “just the thought of a different omega isn't doing it for me.” he paused, his frustration evident as he struggled to explain. "it’s like… i haven’t even thought about anyone else since meeting her."

the weight of sunghoon’s admission hit hard, and it was clear from the way the others reacted—small shifts, tense shoulders—that they felt the same way.

niki let out a frustrated breath, running a hand over his face. “so, what are we supposed to do?”

heeseung finally broke the silence, his voice low and calm, though his eyes were dark with intensity. “we need to keep our distance. for now. she’s going into heat, and we’re already close to breaking. if we don’t handle this right, we’ll lose control.”

jake narrowed his eyes, still fidgeting as he tried to adjust the tightness in his pants. “and then what? wait it out?”

“exactly,” heeseung said firmly. “we wait it out. keep busy. stay away from her until this passes.”

jungwon looked skeptical, shaking his head. “you think it’s that easy? just ignore it?”

“no,” heeseung admitted. “but it’s better than the alternative. we can’t risk…” his voice trailed off, and he didn’t need to finish. they all knew what the risk was. one wrong move, one moment of weakness, and they’d all lose control.

jake pushed off the wall, his jaw clenched. “fine. but it’s not going to be easy. she smells like—” he cut himself off again, groaning in frustration.

“like heaven,” sunghoon muttered under his breath, not even trying to hide the strain in his voice.

jay let out a bitter laugh. “heaven? more like fucking hell.”

they all fell silent again, each one of them caught in their own struggle, their thoughts consumed by the scent of you, the pull you had on them, and the storm that was coming.

the tension in the hallway was thick, the silence dragging on too long. finally, it was niki who spoke up, his voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere. “okay, so... is no one gonna talk about the fact that we’re all losing our shit over her? like, all of us?”

he looked around at the others, his eyes wide with disbelief. the realization started to settle, the full weight of it hanging over them like a cloud. jake let out a low chuckle, though there wasn’t much humor in it.

“fuck, you’re right. when the hell have we ever all gone this crazy over one omega?” he shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face, still trying to ease the tension in his body. “i don’t know what’s worse—the fact that we’re all in the same boat, or that none of us can seem to control it.”

jungwon scoffed, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. “i’ve never seen any of you react this way. hell, i’ve never reacted this way.” his jaw tightened, frustration clear in his voice. “we don’t even share like this. since when do alphas not lose their shit over the idea of another alpha getting close to an omega they want?”

jake shot him a look, smirking despite the tension. “yeah, especially you, jungwon. always acting like you don’t need anyone. now look at you.”

jungwon glared at him, his cheeks flushing with irritation. “shut up. like you’re any better. you practically have your tongue hanging out whenever she walks by.”

sunghoon let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “he’s not wrong, jake. you were barely keeping it together earlier. i thought you were gonna lose it on the live.”

“like you weren’t ready to bolt the second it ended,” jake shot back, clearly defensive. “you looked like you were about to run for your life.”

sunghoon rolled his eyes. “at least i didn’t sit there practically drooling in front of the fans.”

jay snorted, unable to hold back a laugh. “drooling? sunghoon, you were gripping your seat so hard i thought you were gonna rip the cushion in half.”

heeseung, who had been watching the back-and-forth in silence, finally spoke up. “alright, enough. the real question is... when the fuck have any of us been this affected by the same omega?” his eyes flicked between each of them, waiting for someone to come up with an answer.

sunoo, who had been quiet for a while, spoke up next, his expression thoughtful. “yeah, it’s weird. alphas don’t like sharing. it’s instinct. like, we’re all losing our minds, but none of us have tried to rip each other’s throats out yet.”

jake perked up, sitting straighter as he looked at jungwon. “wait, what about our fight the other day? we almost lost it.” jungwon, who had been sitting stiffly, nodded.

but sunoo, ever the voice of reason, raised a hand, cutting through the rising tension. “that doesn’t count, hyung. all you did was pin jungwon down. no punches, no real blood. you didn’t actually go for him.” he shrugged, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “you could’ve done a lot worse. you didn’t. you both held back.”

the room fell silent again as they all considered sunoo’s words. it was true—if this had been any other situation, they’d have been at each other’s throats by now.

“okay, but seriously,” jake chimed in, his brow furrowing as the weight of what sunoo said sank in. “when has there ever been a time where we’ve all felt like this for the same omega?” his voice grew more intense, frustration creeping in. “our types have always been different. we don’t even like the same omega scents—sunghoon goes for those citrusy ones, heeseung’s always been into something muskier, and i usually go for something floral. so why the hell is this vanilla scent driving all of us insane?”

he wasn’t wrong. vanilla wasn’t something any of them would normally be drawn to, but your scent... it was like nothing they’d ever encountered before. it was subtle, almost too soft to be overpowering, and yet, it lingered, wrapping around them like a quiet storm they couldn’t escape from. it was simple, unassuming, but it hit all of them just right in a way that felt impossible to explain.

sunghoon nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “never. that’s what’s weird about it. plus, when’s the last time we had an omega who actually... i don’t know... cared for us? like, properly?” his voice was quieter now, more introspective.

a heavy pause settled over the group as they all thought about it. none of them could come up with an answer. omegas came and went in their lives—brief, fleeting encounters driven by instinct, desire, or convenience. but the thought of someone genuinely caring for them, being there for them like you had been since day one? it was new. and they hadn’t even realized how much they needed it until now.

jungwon nodded, his expression softening. “i didn’t even realize it, but yeah. she’s been cooking, making sure we’re okay. she makes things feel... stable.”

jake laughed, though it was more out of disbelief than amusement. “and here we are, totally losing our minds because we finally have someone who actually gives a shit about us.”

“but is that it?” niki piped up, glancing around at the others. “i mean, do we… actually like her? or is it just her scent messing with our heads?”

the question lingered in the air, none of them wanted to admit that the scent could be part of it, that maybe this pull toward you wasn’t entirely genuine.

“it’s possible,” sunghoon muttered, though he sounded unsure. “i mean, yeah, the physical stuff’s a big part of it, but… she’s been here for us, even when she didn’t have to be.”

niki frowned, clearly still trying to make sense of it. “but how do we know it’s not just her scent making us feel that way? maybe we’re just reacting to her because of the heat, not because we actually care.”

sunoo sighed, his brow furrowed as he thought about it. “that’s the hard part, isn’t it? we can’t really separate the two. her scent’s a part of who she is, but it’s not everything. we’ve been around her long enough to know there’s more to it than that.”

the silence stretched on, thicker than before, until jungwon finally muttered, “this can’t be normal, right? i mean, an omega at best can only bond with one alpha.” his voice was low, almost like he was testing the idea aloud, unsure of what to make of it himself. the rest of them exchanged glances, the weight of his words sinking in.

“yeah,” sunghoon added, his brows furrowing in confusion. “once an omega bonds, their scent changes, locks onto the alpha they’re bonded to. it shouldn’t be affecting all of us like this. and it definitely shouldn’t feel like... this.”

the room grew tense again, the realization that something was off settling over them. jake, still leaning against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowed in thought. “so why the hell are we all reacting like this? one of us should’ve scented her stronger than the rest by now, right? the way scenting works… shouldn’t one alpha be dominant over the others?” there was frustration in his voice, like he was grappling with something beyond his control.

niki sighed, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, that’s what’s supposed to happen. but none of us are being pushed out by the others. and that’s—" he paused, clearly baffled by the whole thing. "—that’s not normal.”

jay, who had been fidgeting earlier, finally spoke. “every time i smell her, i feel like i want to—" he cut himself off, shaking his head. "you know, but i don’t feel like killing any of you for it.”

they all exchanged glances, a mix of concern and bewilderment settling in. the silence stretched until heeseung finally spoke, his voice low and cautious, as if he was debating whether to say what was on his mind. "i’ve heard of something like this before," he admitted, his tone quiet but drawing immediate attention. all eyes turned toward him, curiosity and surprise flashing in their gazes. jake was the first to react, pushing off the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “wait, what do you mean you’ve heard of this before? why didn’t you mention it earlier?” heeseung shrugged, his face serious. “because i’m not sure. i’ve read about it, but it’s rare. i didn’t think it could actually be happening here, but now... i’m starting to wonder.” he paused, running a hand through his hair, clearly mulling over the thought. “but i need to ask someone about it first, make sure i’m not jumping to conclusions.” jake, ever the one to want answers right away, raised an eyebrow. “you’re gonna ask yuki, right? if anyone would know, it’s him.” heeseung shot jake a sharp look, shaking his head quickly. “are you an idiot? i can’t ask yuki. he’ll get suspicious. you think i’m gonna bring up something like this and not raise red flags? nah, we’ll keep this to ourselves for now. yuki’s the last person i want asking questions about what’s going on here.” the room fell into silence again as everyone processed what heeseung was saying. they all knew he was right. mentioning something like this to yuki would immediately make him suspicious, and the last thing any of them wanted was for someone to start digging into whatever was happening between them and you. “so what do we do then?” jungwon asked, his voice quieter than before, but there was an edge of curiosity there, something that hinted he wasn’t entirely against the idea of finding out what was going on. heeseung leaned back, crossing his arms as he looked at the others. “for now, we don’t do anything except be grateful that we aren’t mauling each other. whatever this is... it’s keeping us from fighting. and that’s... a good thing. we should focus on that.”

"that's that, but how do we actually deal with the real problem? we all want her," jake repeated, his voice a little firmer now, the tension clear in his words. he wasn’t backing down, and it was clear none of them could avoid the truth any longer. jungwon shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening. "yeah, no shit. but wanting her and doing something about it are two different things. we can’t all just... make a move, right?" sunoo sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "but that’s the problem. we’re all thinking about it."

"and we all know how this ends if we don’t figure it out," sunghoon added, his voice calm but serious. "one of us is gonna snap eventually. it’s only a matter of time."

heeseung, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, his voice thoughtful. "it’s not just about who wants her. we need to think about what she wants. if we all go at her, that’s gonna mess things up. the last thing she needs is to feel cornered."

"why are we even talking about this like it’s possible?” jungwon cut in, his voice sharper than before, frustration clear on his face. “she’ll get fired if any of us cross that line. we can’t risk it.”

the reminder hit hard, and the room fell into a heavy silence again. jungwon was right—there were consequences for this, real ones. it wasn’t just their jobs on the line; it was hers too. you weren’t just some random omega. you were their housemother, and if anything went wrong, it was you who would take the fall.

jay nodded, his expression serious. “it doesn’t matter how much we want her. there are rules for a reason.”

the weight of the situation settled in deeper. they all knew the risks. crossing that line wasn’t just reckless, it was dangerous. the idea of losing you—of you getting fired because of their inability to control themselves—was enough to make their stomachs turn.

“so we need to stop even thinking about it,” sunoo said, his voice calm but firm. “it’s not worth it.”

“but she likes us too, right?” jake blurted out, his voice low, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud but couldn’t help himself. “i mean, i’ve seen the way she looks at us... she’s not exactly pushing us away.”

the room went still again, the silence heavy as they all processed jake’s words. it was like the elephant in the room had finally been addressed, and none of them knew how to handle it. because the truth was, you weren’t pushing them away. not entirely.

sunghoon let out a long groan, rubbing his temples, his frustration clear. “fuck, don’t remind me. she does, doesn’t she?” his voice was rough, like the thought alone was enough to make his control slip a little. “it’s not just us losing our minds over her. she’s... reacting to us too.”

“or she’s just being nice,” jungwon cut in, though his voice lacked conviction. “y/n’s always been nice. maybe we’re just reading too much into it.”

jake shook his head immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly. “no, man. it’s more than that. i know what being nice looks like, and this? this isn’t just her being nice. there’ve been times…”

“like what?” niki asked, his curiosity piqued. “what do you mean, ‘there’ve been times’?”

jake hesitated for a second, glancing around the room before continuing. “you guys remember that time after practice when we were all exhausted, and she made us dinner? she was sitting between me and sunghoon, right? and we were joking around... i don’t know, maybe i was being a little too flirty, but she didn’t stop me. in fact...” he paused, his eyes flickering with the memory. “she leaned into it. like, actually leaned in. she was laughing, touching my arm... it wasn’t just friendly.” sunghoon nodded, his jaw tightening as he remembered too. “yeah, i remember that. i thought i was just imagining things, but she definitely wasn’t pulling away. it was like... she was testing the waters or something.” jungwon frowned, clearly still skeptical. “that could just be her being comfortable around us. we’ve known her for a while now. that doesn’t mean she’s thinking about us like we’re thinking about her.” but sunoo shook his head, speaking up now, his voice thoughtful. “no, jake’s right. she wasn’t just being nice. there’ve been other moments too. like the other day when she was helping me fold laundry, and we were talking... she kept looking at me, holding eye contact longer than usual, smiling in this... i don’t know, different way.” heeseung, who had been listening quietly, voiced out. “and it’s not just that. i’ve noticed the way she reacts when we’re close to her. it’s subtle, but her body language changes. she gets more... tense. like she’s aware of us, but not in a bad way.” “fuck,” sunghoon groaned again, running a hand through his hair. “this is so messed up. she’s into us too, isn’t she? but she’s probably trying to hold back because of the damn rules.” they all fell silent again, the weight of the situation settling over them like a thick blanket. it wasn’t just them. it wasn’t just the scent, or the heat, or the fact that they were all alphas in close proximity. there was something more. something deeper that none of them had really wanted to admit until now. “now what?” jake asked, his voice quieter now, the uncertainty clear. “we can’t just... ignore this. not when we all know it’s there.” sunoo shrugged, though his expression was serious. “we don’t push her. if she’s holding back, there’s probably a reason. but we can’t pretend we don’t see it anymore.” heeseung sighed, leaning back in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he thought about it. “the problem is... now that we all know it’s mutual, it’s going to be even harder to stop thinking about it.” jake let out a humorless laugh. “no shit. like it wasn’t hard enough already.” “it’s the damn necklace,” jay muttered, his fingers fidgeting as he thought about it. “it’s supposed to suppress her pheromones, but maybe it’s also messing with her ability to… i don’t know.”

“so what do we do?” jake asked, his voice quiet, almost defeated. “because if she really likes us too... we’re fucked.”

sunghoon let out a frustrated breath, leaning back against the wall. “we’re already fucked, man.”

then heeseung spoke up, his voice calm but serious, eyes fixed on jungwon. “call yuki.” jungwon’s head snapped up, confusion clear on his face. “what for?” he asked, already pulling his phone from his pocket, but hesitant. everyone else turned to heeseung, equally confused, waiting for some kind of explanation. heeseung’s gaze flickered between them, his expression unreadable. “tell him…” jungwon’s fingers hovered over his screen, waiting for the rest of the instruction. “to send over some omegas.” the room went dead silent. jungwon froze mid-text, his eyes widening in shock as he processed what heeseung just said. the others? they all stared at heeseung like he’d just suggested something unthinkable. for a moment, no one moved, no one said a word. the tension thickened, and the disbelief was palpable. “omegas?” sunghoon was the first to speak, his voice low, almost incredulous. “are you serious?”

“what the fuck, heeseung?” jake added, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “why would you—” heeseung held up a hand, silencing the barrage of questions before they could spiral. “look, I know it sounds fucked up, alright? but think about it.” his voice was calm, but there was an intensity behind it. “we all know what’s happening. her scent, the heat… we’re all on edge. if we don’t find a way to get some relief, someone’s going to lose control. we can’t let that happen.” jungwon, still holding his phone, looked between heeseung and the others, uncertainty clouding his features. “you’re saying we need to bring in omegas... to, what? keep us in check?” heeseung nodded, his expression grim but resolute. “yeah. it’s not ideal, but it’s better than the alternative. if we don’t do something about this, one of us is going to snap. and when that happens, it won’t just be bad for us. she’ll pay for it.” as crazy as it sounded, it wasn’t hard to understand why he’d suggest it. you were driving them all to the brink, and they were holding on by a thread. bringing in omegas might be the only way to release some of that tension, to stop the inevitable from happening. jake ran a hand through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. “fuck, man. i hate that this actually makes sense.” “you really think this is the only way?” sunoo asked, his voice quieter, more hesitant. “i mean... can’t we just handle this without bringing someone else into it?”

heeseung’s jaw tightened. “if you’ve got another solution, i’m all ears. but we’re already too far gone. if we keep pushing it, one of us is going to slip. and when that happens, it’s game over for all of us—and her.” the room fell silent again, the reality of the situation sinking in. they all knew heeseung wasn’t wrong. as much as they hated it, they couldn’t deny that their instincts were winning. and the thought of losing control around you, of making a move that could ruin everything, was too big a risk to take. jungwon finally broke the silence, his fingers tapping out the message to yuki. “alright. i’ll do it. but this feels... fucked up.”

“we’re all in a fucked-up situation,” jake muttered, his tone resigned. “at least this way, we might keep from doing something we’ll regret.”

sunghoon sighed, leaning back against the wall again. “just make sure yuki sends them quick. because if we’re stuck in this house with her scent any longer, i don’t know how much more self-control i have left.”

they all nodded in agreement, even though none of them were happy about it. it was a desperate solution to a desperate situation. they knew it. but at least it gave them a chance to keep you safe, to keep them all from crossing that line.

but even as jungwon sent the message, the nagging thought lingered in the back of their minds—no matter how many omegas yuki sent, none of them were you. and that might just be the biggest problem of all. just how could they get rid of this?

as you moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner for the boys, you tried to keep your mind focused on the task at hand. chopping vegetables, stirring the pot, setting the table—it was all mechanical, helping you push back the strange mix of emotions swirling inside. you knew the alphas were giving you space, probably doing whatever they could to keep their instincts in check, but the longer they stayed away, the more you could feel the tension building inside you.

something wasn’t right. the necklace was supposed to help, supposed to suppress your scent, but it clearly wasn’t doing its job. it hadn’t been for a while now, and you could sense the boys struggling with it, even if they tried to hide it.

as you finished setting the table, your phone buzzed in your pocket. you wiped your hands on a towel and checked the screen—yuki was calling.

“hey, yuki,” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

“hey, how’s it going over there?” his voice was casual, but you could hear the concern lurking beneath the surface.

you glanced around the empty kitchen, biting your lip. “uh... not great, honestly. my suppressor necklace isn’t working. i don’t know what’s going on, but the boys are... they’re struggling. and i can tell it’s affecting them. i think my heat’s coming soon, but the necklace should be controlling things better than this, right?”

yuki was silent for a moment before sighing. “yeah, that makes sense. if your heat’s approaching, the necklace might need to be replaced, but that would explain why they’re all acting on edge.”

you nodded, though he couldn’t see you, the weight of his words settling in. “yeah, i thought something was off.”

there was a brief pause before yuki spoke again, his tone shifting. “actually... the boys called me earlier.”

your heart skipped a beat. “oh?”

“yeah,” he continued, and you could hear the hesitation in his voice. “they, uh... they asked me to send some omegas over.”

you froze, your heart sinking at his words. the thought of them needing other omegas stung, even though you understood why. they were struggling to keep their instincts in check, and with the way your scent had been affecting them, it made sense that they needed some kind of release. but still... the idea of it made something you a tiny bit jealous.

“oh,” you said softly, trying to mask the disappointment creeping into your voice. “i see. i guess that makes sense.”

yuki seemed to pick up on the shift in your tone. “look, it’s better this way. they’re trying to avoid making things worse, and if your heat is coming, you’ll need to take care of yourself too.”

you nodded again, even though a part of you couldn’t help but feel a strange satisfaction. you’d driven them to the point where they had to call for help, and while it was bittersweet, it meant something. you had them so worked up that they couldn’t handle it anymore, and that knowledge gave you a quiet sense of power.

“i get it, yuki. i do. thanks for letting me know.”

“listen,” he said, his voice softening. “i'm putting in an order for a replacement, with your heat approaching... it’s only going to get harder. i’ll send the omegas over tonight, just to make sure everyone stays in control.”

just then, the front door creaked open, the sound echoing through the quiet space. the boys started filtering into the kitchen, their voices casual but slightly strained, like they were trying too hard to act normal. their scents hit you first—thick, warm, and charged with tension. it was impossible to miss. they spotted the dinner you’d prepared, the smell of the food wafting through the air, and for a brief second, their expressions softened, almost relieved.

but you could feel it. beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of something much more dangerous, something unspoken. their scents, a mix of warm cedar, musk, and a sweetness you couldn’t quite place, told the truth they were trying so hard to hide. the room felt like it was buzzing with their barely-contained instincts.

just then, you heard the front door open, and the boys started filtering into the kitchen. their scents hit you first—thick, warm, and charged with tension. it was impossible to miss. they spotted the dinner you’d prepared, the smell of the food wafting through the air, and for a brief second, their expressions softened, almost relieved. their scents, a mix of warm cedar, musk, and a sweetness you couldn’t quite place, told the truth they were trying so hard to hide. the room felt like it was buzzing with their barely-contained instincts.

you motioned to them that you were on the phone with yuki, and they nodded, sitting down at the table, ready to eat. they seemed grateful for the distraction, though you noticed jake’s eyes linger on you a little too long before he finally sat down.

yuki’s voice broke through your thoughts. “one more thing,” he said, his tone a little more serious now. “with your heat approaching, what are you going to do? you’re going to need an alpha to help regulate it, especially if the suppressor isn’t working.”

you blinked, the question catching you off guard. “uh... i hadn’t thought about that yet,” you admitted, glancing at the boys as they started to eat. “i guess... maybe i could ask hyunjin?”

the moment his name left your lips, the entire table went still. the boys froze mid-bite, their heads snapping up to stare at you, wide-eyed. there was a heavy silence that followed, tension crackling in the air again, but this time it was different. more intense. you could practically see the shift in their expressions—surprise, frustration, maybe even a hint of jealousy.

yuki didn’t seem to notice the reaction on the other end of the line. “hyunjin, huh? that could work. he’s solid, might be a good idea.”

but the way the boys were looking at each other told you something else. hyunjin? that wasn’t sitting well with them. you didn’t know why, but the second you mentioned his name, it was like you’d thrown gasoline on a fire that had already been smoldering beneath the surface.

yuki’s voice crackled through the phone again. “so, what time works for you and hyunjin? i know your schedule can get tricky with the boys around.”

you glanced over at the alphas sitting at the table, all of them focused on their food but clearly listening in on your conversation. “uh, it depends,” you said, hesitating for a moment. “some of the members will be staying back, and i don’t want it to interfere with their schedules. but... we could just lock ourselves in my room. the door’s pretty sturdy, and it’ll keep everything contained.”

yuki’s voice held a hint of concern. “are you sure? no damage or anything?”

you smiled to yourself, glancing at the sturdy metal door that was specifically designed for situations like this. “nope, no damages. the door’s reinforced—it’s meant to handle these things. it’ll be fine.”

“alright,” yuki said, still sounding a bit cautious. “i’ll have him reach out. just make sure everything’s set up. and take care of yourself, okay?”

“yeah, thanks, yuki,” you replied, your voice softer as the call came to a close. “i’ll handle it.”

as soon as you hung up and took your seat at the table, your phone buzzed again. you glanced down and saw hyunjin’s name flashing on the screen. he’d sent you a message almost immediately after yuki must have told him the plan.

hyunjin: so i hear we’re gonna be spending some quality time together. should i bring snacks? lol.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his casual tone, though you could feel the weight of the stares from across the table. all of the boys were watching you, their eyes glued to your phone like hawks, clearly trying to figure out what was going on.

you quickly typed out a response, trying not to make it too obvious that their intense gazes were throwing you off.

you: snacks would be great, but maybe something low-cal since i’ll be locked in a room with you for a while, lol.

the moment you hit send, you glanced up to see them all still watching you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place—they weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of you and hyunjin being locked away together.

“who’s texting you?” jake finally asked, his tone casual but laced with something sharper.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to play it off. “just hyunjin. we’re sorting out the details for... you know, my heat.”

that seemed to make the air in the room even heavier, and you could practically feel the boys exchanging glances, they all knew it was necessary, but that didn’t mean they had to like it.

jungwon stabbed at his food, “so... when’s he coming over?”

you shrugged, pretending not to notice the tension. “yuki’s still figuring that out. but don’t worry, it won’t interfere with anything.”

heeseung, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke up. “just make sure the door stays locked,” he said, his voice calm but his eyes dark with something unspoken.

you nodded, feeling the weight of their gazes still on you. this was going to be more complicated than you thought.

your phone buzzed again. you unlocked the screen to see a message from yuki with the details of the omegas he was sending over. you quickly skimmed through it, and then looked up at the boys, all of them still watching you, waiting for something.

“so,” you said, casually as if nothing was amiss, “the omegas will be coming over soon. once dinner’s over, perfect timing.”

you smiled as you said it, completely unaffected by the idea, and it hit the boys like a gut punch. the way you seemed so nonchalant about it—so casual, almost happy to share the news—left them feeling a strange mix of frustration and hurt. it was like you didn’t care, like it didn’t bother you at all that they had to call in other omegas for relief.

weren’t you even a little jealous?

jungwon’s jaw clenched as he chewed on his food slowly. “yeah, great,” he muttered, his tone tight. the others exchanged glances, clearly not thrilled with the situation either. they couldn’t understand how you were so cool about this.

jake finally broke the silence, trying to keep his voice steady. “so, you’re okay with all this? with the omegas coming?”

you shrugged, giving him an easy smile. “i mean, it’s not like i can do anything about it, right? besides, you guys have needs, and with my heat coming, it’s probably better this way. less tension, right?”

the words were logical, practical, but the boys were thrown off by how unaffected you seemed. they had expected... something.

sunghoon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tapping against the table. “so, how does this usually work?” you asked, looking between them, genuinely curious now. “do you all just... go to separate rooms with them?”

heeseung nodded, his eyes on his plate. “yeah. it’s better that way. keeps the scents from mixing up too much. it’s... cleaner.”

“cleaner,” you repeated, nodding thoughtfully, like you were just trying to understand the logistics. “makes sense, i guess.”

the atmosphere in the room shifted again, the weight of your easy acceptance pressing down on them. the boys were used to alphas and omegas being possessive, territorial even. but you weren’t showing any of that. it was messing with their heads. they didn’t want you to be jealous necessarily, but the fact that you weren’t even phased by the idea of them with other omegas? that stung in a way none of them were ready to admit.

jake set his fork down, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, it’s pretty straightforward. the omegas handle... whatever we need, and we go back to normal.”

you nodded again, completely calm. “good to know.”

the boys exchanged more glances, the silence thick with something they couldn’t quite put into words. none of them wanted to admit it, but the thought of bringing in other omegas didn’t sit right with them. it wasn’t appealing—not the way it should be. not when all they really wanted was you.

and the fact that you didn’t seem to care at all? that was the hardest part.

“and hyunjin?” niki blurted out, his voice cutting through the thick tension like a knife.

everyone froze for a moment, the sound of silverware clattering onto plates the only thing breaking the silence. sunoo shot niki a sharp look, like he was ready to smack him for bringing it up, but the question was already hanging in the air, impossible to ignore now.

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at niki as if to say, what about him? but you didn’t respond immediately, instead taking a slow sip of water, giving yourself a moment to figure out how to address this without stirring up more tension.

jungwon was the first to speak, his voice clipped, tight with something you couldn’t quite place. “what about hyunjin?”

the room went dead silent, and you could feel the weight of their stares on you, each of them waiting for your answer. jake’s hand froze halfway to his mouth, sunghoon's jaw tensed, and even heeseung, who had been trying to play it cool, was suddenly far too still.

you set your glass down gently, the clink of it against the table sounding louder than it should have. “we... go way back, actually,” you said, your voice calm but measured. “before i was a housemother, i was an on-call omega.”

you saw the flicker of surprise pass through their expressions, though they tried to keep their reactions subtle. sunoo’s eyebrows shot up slightly, and niki looked like he wanted to ask a million more questions.

“hyunjin and i were... compatible. sexually, i mean,” you continued, your voice not wavering, though you could feel the tension creeping up your spine. “it wasn’t serious or anything, but we were... pretty friendly.”

the room was suffocatingly quiet. you could practically hear the way their breathing changed, the way their muscles tensed at your words. but they tried to keep it together, to not let the flash of jealousy or irritation show too much. it was hard to miss though—the way jungwon’s fingers curled tightly around his fork, the muscle in sunghoon’s jaw flexing as he stared down at his plate, even jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darkening slightly.

“really friendly, huh?” heeseung finally broke the silence, his tone casual but laced with something darker, something he was trying to mask. he shot you a glance, his smile tight.

you nodded, keeping your expression neutral, though you could feel the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on you. “yeah. like i said, we were compatible. and with my heat coming... i thought it’d be a good idea.”

jake let out a low breath, his fingers tapping against the table. “so, what? you two just hook up whenever your heat’s coming?”

you met his gaze, not backing down. “sometimes. it’s not like that anymore though, not since i became a housemother.”

the mention of hyunjin clearly wasn’t sitting well with anyone, and you could practically feel the way their eyes were fixed on you, like they wanted to hear more. you swallowed, trying to play it off as cool as possible. “hyunjin’s just here to help, that’s all. no big deal.”

but it was obvious it was a big deal—at least to them. the idea of another alpha, one outside their circle, coming in to help you through something as intimate as your heat? fuck that.

jake scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “right.”

“i just thought it’d be more convenient,” you said, your voice softer, trying to explain. “since it’s kind of affecting you guys too.”

but the words didn’t seem to ease the weight in the room. it wasn’t just about convenience for them, not really. you were thinking about practicality, trying to make things easier for everyone involved. but the boys—they weren’t just worried about the logistics of your heat or how hyunjin fit into the equation. there was something deeper, something that made the thought of hyunjin coming over sting in a way you didn’t fully understand.

sunoo finally broke the thick silence, shooting niki another warning glare as if to say you really had to go there? “seriously, niki? you had to bring that up?”

niki shifted in his seat, looking a little sheepish now. “i was just curious,” he mumbled, though his eyes darted between you and the others.

you hid the urge to smirk, watching how they all tried—and failed—to mask how affected they were by the mere mention of hyunjin.

if only things were different. but you let that thought be fleeting, knowing it would only complicate things even more. “guys, relax,” you said, your voice calm, though there was a teasing edge to it. “hyunjin’s just here to make sure everything goes smoothly. you don’t have to worry about it.”

but they were worried, it was like the tables had turned. now they were the ones feeling uneasy, annoyed that you seemed so comfortable with the idea of having him help you.

jungwon sighed, pushing his plate away as if he’d suddenly lost his appetite. “sorry, y/n, we’re just... a bit on edge.”

you looked at him, waiting for him to continue. his eyes flicked to the others before landing back on you. “it’s just... your scent is a little harder to manage now.”

you could see the discomfort on their faces, they were struggling, and the fact that your suppressor wasn’t doing its job had only made things worse. but despite that, they were trying to hold it together, trying to respect the boundaries, and you were grateful for it.

you offered them a small smile, trying to ease the tension. “i get it. i know things are a bit... off right now, but i don’t want you guys to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me.” you leaned forward slightly, meeting their gazes one by one. “i appreciate that you’re being honest with me. really.”

they all seemed to relax, if only a little. jake leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “we just don’t want things to get... out of hand. it’s been hard, and with the way your scent’s been hitting us...”

sunghoon, who had been quiet, looked over at you, his brow furrowed. “you’re really okay with all this? with... you know, hyunjin and everything?”

you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “it’s just how things have to be right now.”

sunoo, who had been nervously playing with his food, finally looked up and gave you a small smile. “thanks for understanding, y/n. we just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

you nodded. “and i don’t want you guys to feel uncomfortable either. we’re all in this together, right?”

they all exchanged glances, the tension in the room finally starting to ease. they still weren’t thrilled about the idea of hyunjin being involved, but hearing you acknowledge their feelings, and knowing that you understood what they were going through, seemed to settle some of the unease.

heeseung leaned forward, his tone more serious now. “we just want to make sure you’re okay. that’s what matters most.”

you gave them a warm smile. “i know. and i appreciate it. i’ll get the necklace replaced as soon as possible. but in the meantime, don’t stress too much, okay?”

they all nodded, the room feeling lighter now that the tension had been addressed head-on. just as the conversation began to settle, the doorbell rang, cutting through the lingering tension. you straightened up, blinking in surprise. “oh, that must be the omegas,” you said, your voice a little too upbeat as you pushed back your chair. you stood up, smoothing down your clothes, an unexpected flicker of excitement bubbling up inside you.

you hadn’t seen other omegas in a while, not since you started living with the boys, and despite knowing the reason they were here, a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little eager. maybe it was the simple fact that you missed being around your own kind, missed the familiarity of it. even though these omegas were here for entirely different reasons, it still stirred something inside you.

you walked toward the door, your steps quick, while behind you, the boys exchanged irritated glances. the shift in the air was almost palpable, their earlier frustrations bubbling back to the surface at the thought of other omegas being involved. but there was nothing they could say or do. this had been the plan, after all.

as you opened the door, your smile was wide and welcoming. “hey! come on in,” you greeted brightly, stepping aside to let the group of omegas inside.

they smiled back, though there was a sense of awkwardness in the air. they weren’t here for the usual casual visit, and everyone knew it. but still, it was nice seeing new faces, and you found yourself oddly relieved to be around them.

the boys, however, didn’t share your enthusiasm. as the omegas filed in, the alphas all glanced at each other, their expressions a mix of annoyance and resignation. none of them were particularly happy about this arrangement. their own emotions were already a tangled mess, and the arrival of the omegas only added to the complexity.

sunghoon leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he watched you chat easily with the omegas, almost like they were old friends. jungwon crossed his arms, his jaw tight, while jake ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to mask his frustration.

heeseung, always the one trying to keep things steady, let out a quiet sigh. “well, here we go,” he muttered under his breath, exchanging a knowing look with jay.

as you turned back to the boys, you could feel their eyes on you, the tension still thick despite your efforts to lighten the mood. you smiled, gesturing toward the omegas. “they’re here to help, so... let’s not make it weird, okay?”

but even as you said it, you could tell the boys weren’t exactly thrilled. their gazes lingered on you, and you could almost feel the unspoken words hanging in the air.

this wasn’t going to be easy for anyone.

the omegas introduced themselves with smooth, practiced voices, each one clearly prepared for what the night had in store. they were impeccably dressed, their makeup flawless, and their scents filled the room—a mix of heady, pleasant aromas that blended with your own. every movement they made was deliberate, designed to draw attention. it was impossible not to notice how perfectly put together they were, like performers stepping onto a stage, confident and poised.

you were in the kitchen, wiping down plates with sunoo when he glanced toward the living room and nodded in the direction of the omegas. “looks like it’s starting.”

you frowned, looking at him, confused. “what do you mean?”

he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “you really don’t know how this works, do you?” his tone wasn’t mocking, more amused, as if he realized you weren’t aware of the process.

you blinked, genuinely curious. “what works?”

“the scent compatibility test,” he explained, leaning against the counter as he continued wiping down the plates. “they don’t just pick an omega at random.”

when you don't really know what to answer back, sunoo raised an eyebrow, glancing at you with a hint of surprise. “oh? you’ve never done this before?”

you shook your head, feeling a little out of place in this situation. “no, i haven’t,” you admitted, your voice softer than usual. “hyunjin and i were already matched... it was automatic, we didn’t go through all of this.”

sunoo’s eyes flickered with understanding, and he nodded slowly, wiping down another plate. “that explains it. you skipped the whole process. usually, alphas go through this to make sure everything lines up—scent, preferences, instincts.”

you glanced over at the living room again, watching as the boys continued to eye the omegas. it was subtle, but you could see the way they were picking up on the scents, the quiet tension in the room as they assessed the potential matches. your stomach twisted slightly, and you weren’t sure why—maybe it was the reminder of how you and hyunjin had come together so easily, without all of this... ritual.

despite their attempts to act casual, the boys couldn’t help but size them up, their eyes lingering on each omega as they made their way into the living room. while they might have been reluctant, their alpha instincts were kicking in. you could see it in the way they moved, subtly circling the omegas, already assessing, as if instinctively making their choices. they tried to mask it, but it was obvious they were drawn in, each one acting like a predator studying its prey.

“but you know,” sunoo continued, his tone thoughtful now, “it’s rare for all of them to like the same scent. their types change, sure, but usually, they each go for something different. they shouldn’t all be circling the same omega... or reacting to the same one.” he glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly in that knowing way of his.

you blinked, not quite catching on. “what do you mean?”

you felt a knot tighten in your stomach, his words unsettling you. your eyes flicked back to the living room, where the omegas sat on the couch, their eyes bright and expectant, clearly waiting to be chosen. and it hit you that this wasn’t just about compatibility—it was about being picked, about being the right one for the night. there was something primal in the air, a raw energy that you couldn’t ignore. you knew why this was happening, knew it was necessary, but watching the boys size up the omegas like they were picking the perfect match left you with an uneasy feeling in your chest. they needed this, sure, but seeing it unfold before your eyes made something uncomfortable stir within you. sunoo must’ve noticed the tension in your expression because he gave you a small, reassuring smile. “don’t worry,” he said softly, trying to ease the weight of your thoughts. “it’s just how things work. they need to be compatible, or it’s pointless.” you nodded slowly, still unsure how to feel about it. the boys continued circling the omegas, their eyes scanning each one, their bodies reacting instinctively. the omegas, for their part, had their backs straight, chins up, looking just as expectant as the alphas circling them. then, after what felt like forever, jake glanced at the others, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “so... who’s going first?”

the question hung in the air, and you felt your throat tighten as you waited for one of them to make the first move. it was like some strange, unspoken ritual, and as much as you tried to focus on the plates in front of you, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the living room.

one by one, the boys exchanged looks, as if silently debating who would take the lead. it was almost a game to them, but there was an underlying tension, something deeper, something territorial simmering beneath the surface.

heeseung stepped forward first, his gaze focused as he scanned the line of omegas. the room seemed to hold its breath as he moved toward them, the unspoken choice ready to be made.

heeseung moved with purpose, his steps slow and deliberate as he approached the line of omegas. his nostrils flared slightly, taking in their scents, his sharp gaze flicking over each of them like he was calculating something only he could understand. the room had grown unnervingly quiet, every eye following his movements, tension thick enough to choke on.

he halted in front of the omega seated in the middle, his expression cold and unreadable. “stand up,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. there was no hesitation in his tone, and the omega, wide-eyed and eager, rose to her feet immediately, her body stiff with anticipation.

you watched as heeseung leaned in, sniffing the air around her, his jaw tight, like he was considering something. she stayed perfectly still, not daring to move as he sized her up, the intensity of the moment palpable. your heart raced, though you weren’t sure why. there was something about watching this—about seeing heeseung in control, asserting himself as an alpha in front of everyone—that was both unsettling and fascinating.

and then he spoke, his voice so cold and matter-of-fact that it sent a shock through the room.

“can you handle rough?”

you nearly choked on your own spit, your eyes widening in disbelief at the bluntness of the question. the casual way he said it, like he was asking her about the weather, was so stark, so raw, that it took a second for you to process it. your hand flew to your mouth, trying to hide the reaction, but you couldn’t help the way your body tensed at his words.

the omega in front of him visibly stiffened, but she quickly composed herself, nodding eagerly, though her voice wavered slightly. “y-yes, of course.”

heeseung’s eyes narrowed, watching her closely, clearly weighing her response. the room seemed to hold its breath, everyone waiting to see what would happen next. the other boys exchanged glances, some smirking, some frowning, clearly taken aback by how straightforward heeseung had been.

from your spot in the kitchen, you could feel the tension crackling in the air like electricity. this was the first time you’d ever seen something like this up close, choosing who would satisfy their needs—was almost too intense to watch.

but you couldn’t look away.

"yeah..." sunoo chuckled nervously, the sound low and uncertain. but as he placed a dry plate on the rack, you felt his eyes on you, his gaze sharp, almost calculating. he wasn’t watching heeseung or the omegas anymore—he was watching you.

his lips twitched into a smirk, clearly pleased at the way you’d reacted to heeseung’s blunt question. sunoo leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but with a teasing edge.

you blinked, still trying to process the scene unfolding in the living room, but sunoo’s quiet observation wasn’t helping the heat that had crept up the back of your neck. you nodded, but it was weak, distracted by what you’d just witnessed.

“you didn’t expect that, did you?” he said, almost playfully, though there was a certain sharpness behind his tone. sunoo knew exactly what he was doing, gauging your reaction, curious about how you were handling all of this. his eyes flicked back to heeseung for a moment, then back to you.

“i’m just... surprised,” you admitted, trying to focus on the task of drying plates, but your hands felt shaky, and the image of heeseung towering over the omega kept playing in your head. the way he commanded the room, the sheer dominance in his tone—it had done something to you, something you weren’t quite ready to admit out loud.

“surprised, huh?” sunoo leaned in a little closer, his smirk deepening. “he’s always been like that, you know. in control. cold.” he paused, letting his words linger. “but it’s different seeing it up close, isn’t it?”

you swallowed thickly, trying to avoid his gaze as you put another plate away. “yeah, a little.”

sunoo chuckled again, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “don’t worry, y/n. we all have our... moments.” he leaned back, his eyes still locked on you as he handed you another plate to dry, his expression almost amused. "but it's interesting watching you react to all this."

you glanced up at him, feeling your cheeks warm under his scrutiny. "what's that supposed to mean?" you asked, trying to sound casual, but the way his eyes were narrowing told you that sunoo had picked up on far more than you wanted him to.

"nothing," he replied, his voice light but his gaze heavy. "just... interesting."

heeseung nodded, satisfied with whatever assessment he’d made. “come,” he said, his tone cold and commanding, not even waiting for the omega to react. she scrambled to follow behind him, clearly eager, her movements quick as the door to his room clicked shut with a finality that sent a shiver through the air.

the silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating, and you felt your stomach twist as the others exchanged brief glances, the tension only growing as they realized what was happening. it was real now—this was how things were going to play out, one by one.

“looks like we’re going in order then,” jay muttered, stepping forward with a casual air, though you could tell from the slight stiffness in his shoulders that he was feeling the weight of it too. he was more deliberate as he approached the line, his eyes scanning each omega carefully, taking his time to visually inspect them, though you could tell he was looking for something specific.

his gaze settled on one omega wearing a simple bracelet, something about it catching his eye. there was a moment of hesitation, his eyes flicking between her and the others, before he made his decision. “you,” he called, his voice steady but with an edge of authority. the omega perked up, clearly relieved at being chosen, and stood up.

jay’s eyes lingered on the bracelet again for a second, his fingers brushing lightly against it as if curious about its meaning, before he turned and gestured for her to follow. as they walked away, the room felt a little colder, a little more tense, with every door that shut.

the other boys watched, some with a quiet intensity, others with a flicker of impatience. sunoo glanced over at you, still wiping down the plates, and let out a quiet sigh. “looks like it’s going to be a long night,” he murmured, though his eyes didn’t leave you, almost as if he was waiting to see how you were handling all of this.

“does it always happen like this?” you asked, glancing over at sunoo.

he shrugged, his eyes flicking to the living room where the remaining omegas sat, still waiting. “it depends. the whole scent compatibility thing isn’t just some myth. they need to feel it, the connection.” he paused, his gaze locking on yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was gauging your reaction again. “but it doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

you swallowed thickly, feeling that same tension twist in your chest. it was hard not to think about what was happening behind those closed doors, hard not to imagine the raw, instinctual part of it. you hadn’t realized it would be this intense, this... real.

jake stood there for a moment, rubbing his hands together, clearly trying to break the tension in the room, attempting to make things feel lighter. “alright,” he said, nodding toward the omega sitting on the far end. “you’re up.” his voice was playful, but there was something about the way his eyes flicked over to you as he made his choice, the way his gaze lingered a little too long.

you pursed your lips, feeling a sudden stiffness in your body, like all the air had been sucked out of the room. jake wasn’t just casually choosing anymore—there was something in his expression that looked like resignation, like he was forcing himself to go through the motions. it made you feel uneasy, like there was something more beneath the surface, something you weren’t quite ready to face.

and then jake turned fully toward you, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a second, it felt like the whole room was watching, waiting for your reaction. the intensity in his gaze made your heart race, as if he was silently asking for something, or maybe just waiting for a response you didn’t know how to give.

before you could even process it, sunoo slipped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer. his scent hit you immediately—citrusy, fresh, warm like sunshine on a summer day. it was comforting, grounding, even though the situation was anything but.

“you shy, jake?” sunoo teased, his voice light, though you could feel the slight tension in his grip. “can't pick because y/n’s here?” he joked, trying to break the awkwardness hanging in the air, but even he couldn’t fully mask the edge in his voice.

jake chuckled, but it was hollow, his smile not reaching his eyes. “nah, I’m just making sure I don’t screw up,” he said, though the way he kept glancing back at you told a different story. there was something more, something he wasn’t saying.

you tried to smile, but it felt forced, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. this whole night had been surreal, and now, watching jake choose an omega while looking at you like that, made your chest tighten.

“so, you’re cute,” jake said, his voice dropping into a low, flirtatious tone. the omega he’d chosen stood up eagerly, her eyes wide, practically vibrating with anticipation. “uh, thanks,” she stammered, glancing nervously between jake and the others. “um… do you have anything you like?”

jake’s smirk deepened, his eyes flicking over her with a mixture of amusement and something darker. “and eager too,” he teased, taking a step closer, his tone light but laced with suggestion. the atmosphere in the room shifted slightly, tension curling at the edges as the omega responded to him, practically buzzing under the weight of his attention.

sunoo’s arm stayed wrapped around your shoulder, his warm, citrusy scent still lingering in the air, “he’s just trying to lighten things up,” sunoo muttered softly, sensing your unease, his voice close to your ear. “don’t worry about him.”

“do you like getting eaten out?” jake asked, his tone casual as if he were discussing the weather. you felt your jaw drop slightly, eyes widening in shock, and you instinctively looked over at sunoo, whose expression mirrored your own disbelief.

sunoo blinked, then quickly recovered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if to play it off. “well, jake sure knows how to set the mood,” he muttered under his breath, though his eyes were still flicking between you and jake, clearly surprised by the directness of the question.

the omega jake had chosen stiffened for a moment, but then she quickly composed herself, a small, eager smile spreading across her face as she nodded. “y-yeah, I do,” she stammered, clearly trying to match his energy, though the tension in the room was palpable.

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. jake’s boldness was one thing, but the way he’d asked it so bluntly in front of everyone—including you—made your stomach twist with something you couldn’t quite place. embarrassment, maybe. discomfort. or... something else entirely that you weren’t ready to admit.

sunoo glanced at you, still trying to gauge your reaction, “he’s just... jake,” he whispered, leaning in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “don’t take it too seriously.”

but how could you not? everything about this night felt surreal, like you were watching from outside yourself, and jake’s question had thrown you off completely. you swallowed thickly, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as you tried to steady yourself. this was just part of the process—part of what they needed—but the way jake was looking at the omega, his words so direct, made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

you felt sunoo’s eyes on you again, and when you glanced up, he was watching you closely, almost like he was waiting for you to say something. but you couldn’t find the words.

“why? jealous?” sunoo teased, a sly grin spreading across his face. “jake did eat you out on your first day, didn’t he? was he good?”

the playful slap you gave him was more instinctive than anything, your hand landing lightly on his arm as you shot him a look. “oh, shut up,” you mumbled, but your cheeks were burning, the memory flashing in your mind.

it had been intense—more intense than anything you’d ever experienced. jake, with that cocky smirk and the way he’d been so sure of himself, had caught you completely off guard. and then there was jungwon, the tension between them palpable as they had their mini fight over you. the whole thing had been overwhelming, but also… something you hadn’t forgotten.

you tried to play it cool, waving sunoo off like it wasn’t a big deal, but the way your pulse raced gave you away. “it wasn’t like that,” you added, trying to keep your voice steady, but sunoo’s knowing smirk didn’t falter. he could read you better than you thought, and he knew exactly what buttons to push.

“right, not like that,” he mimicked, rolling his eyes dramatically. “come on, y/n, we all saw how that went down.” his voice dropped lower, more teasing now. “bet you’re thinking about it right now, huh?”

you groaned, pushing him gently. “seriously, sunoo, quit it.”

but even as you laughed it off, trying to keep the atmosphere light, the memory of that day lingered in the back of your mind—jake’s intense gaze, the way jungwon had looked at you, possessive, like he was about to claim you right then and there. it had been a chaotic mix of desire, jealousy, and raw instinct, and even now, just thinking about it made your heart race.

“let’s go then,” jake said, holding out his hand to the omega, a cocky smile playing on his lips as she eagerly took it, her excitement palpable. without missing a beat, he led her toward his room, the door shutting with a soft click, leaving a charged silence in the air.

sunghoon, who had been standing nearby, didn’t wait around either. he moved with purpose, though his steps faltered when he caught sight of one of the omegas fidgeting nervously, fixing her hair in a clear attempt to get his attention. she was eager, her eyes bright and expectant, hoping to be chosen. sunghoon noticed, his gaze flicking toward her for a moment, but his focus wasn’t entirely there.

he tried everything in his power not to look back at you. but the struggle was real, his body betraying him as he felt the growing tension in his pants. the hard-on he’d been fighting all night was becoming impossible to ignore, and the fact that sunoo was still lingering with you, playing it cool in the kitchen, wasn’t helping.

what the fuck is sunoo even doing? sunghoon thought, his frustration mounting. the plates had been wiped dry long ago, yet there sunoo was, clearly killing time, his arm still draped casually around your shoulder, his scent mixing with yours in a way that was driving sunghoon insane.

he clenched his jaw, trying to focus on the omega in front of him, but his mind kept wandering back to you. the way you’d reacted to jake, to sunoo’s teasing—it had been subtle, but sunghoon had noticed the way your pulse quickened, the slight flush in your cheeks. he hated how aware he was of it, how much it affected him.

the omega finally caught his full attention when she spoke, her voice soft and hopeful. “sunghoon? would you like to...?”

he swallowed hard, forcing a smile, but his thoughts were elsewhere. yeah, sure, he thought, though it was clear his mind wasn’t entirely on her. with one last glance in your direction, he turned back to the omega and nodded. “let’s go.” his voice was lower than usual, almost strained, as he motioned for her to follow him.

but even as he led her toward his room, sunghoon couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at him—the tension between him and you, the frustration at sunoo’s lingering presence, and the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to get you out of his head.

niki and jungwon, who had been silently fuming, staring down at the floor throughout the entire ordeal, suddenly glanced up at you and sunoo. their expressions were unreadable, but the intensity in their eyes was enough to make your stomach flip. jungwon's gaze, in particular, was sharp, almost laser-focused on sunoo's hand resting casually on your shoulder, his jaw clenched tight.

sunoo must have sensed the shift, because he quickly removed his hand from your shoulder, stepping away like nothing had happened. “it’s your turn, hyung,” niki mumbled, not making eye contact with any of the omegas, his voice low, almost grudging.

jungwon didn’t say a word, but the way he stared—his eyes practically boring holes into sunoo—said more than enough.

“i’m up,” sunoo said to you with a playful wink, smoothing over the tension like he always did, before striding confidently toward the line of omegas. his charming smile lit up his face, and you could see the way the other omegas perked up the moment his attention was on them. a few of them blushed, clearly taken by his visuals, their eyes wide as they watched him approach.

sunoo stopped in front of one of the omegas, his smile softening just slightly. “i like your dress,” he said, his tone casual but laced with genuine appreciation. “prada?”

the omega’s face lit up instantly, her nervousness dissolving into excitement. “yes, it is!” she beamed, clearly flattered that sunoo had noticed. you could see how sweet she was, her eyes sparkling as she stood a little taller, more confident now that sunoo had singled her out.

sunoo’s charm was effortless, the way he made her feel special with just a few words. you watched as he leaned in a little closer, engaging her in quiet conversation, making her laugh softly as they shared a moment. his presence was calming, and the other omegas couldn’t help but watch with admiration, almost envious of the attention he gave so easily.

“come on,” sunoo said smoothly, flashing the omega his trademark charming smile as she eagerly hooked her hand into his arm. he sent you a quick nod, almost like a gesture of respect, before leading her toward his room. the door clicked shut behind them, and for a moment, the house seemed to hold its breath.

then, out of nowhere, a scream pierced the silence, loud and full of pleasure. “yes, oh my god!” one of the omegas cried out, the sound making your heart race. the sheer intensity of it hit you like a truck, your body responding instinctively. your heat—it was coming, and the primal reaction coursing through you was undeniable.

just hearing the way someone was clearly being pounded into the sheets, you felt your own scent slip, just for a second, and that was all it took. jungwon and niki groaned simultaneously, their reactions immediate, raw, and visceral.

jungwon, who had been holding back for what felt like forever, snapped. he stalked toward the nearest omega, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air around her, his movements predatory. “you like berries, don’t you, niki?” he muttered under his breath, though his focus was entirely on the omega in front of him, his alpha instincts taking over.

niki sighed, clearly trying to keep his cool, but the tension in his body was obvious. “i’m taking this one, then,” he said, his voice strained as he eyed the omega. “you’d like the other one.”

“fucking leftovers,” niki grumbled under his breath, clearly irritated that he was the last to choose. but when he noticed the flicker of hurt in the omega’s eyes, his expression softened just slightly. “don’t worry,” he added quickly, forcing a small smirk. “i had my eyes on you from the start.”

it was a lie, and he knew it. but the omega seemed to take some comfort in his words, her face brightening just a little, though niki’s frustration was still evident in the tightness of his jaw. he hadn’t planned on being the last to pick, and it irked him more than he’d admit.

without another word, jungwon and niki each took their respective omegas by the hand, their movements deliberate and almost robotic as they headed toward their rooms. there was no hesitation, no second glance in your direction. the tension was too thick, their instincts too strong. they were on autopilot now, their minds consumed by the overwhelming need coursing through them.

the door to jungwon’s room clicked shut, followed by niki’s a moment later, leaving you alone in the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. they hadn’t even spared you a glance—not a single acknowledgment of your presence as they disappeared with the omegas. it was as if everything else had faded away, and all that remained was their raw, primal need.

you stood there for a moment, trying to steady your breathing, your mind racing. the sound of the omega’s earlier cry still echoed in your ears, your body responding to it against your will. your heat was coming, and the reality of it weighed heavily on you.

and now, you were alone with nothing but your thoughts, the house eerily quiet except for the faint sounds of the others behind closed doors.

you were drowning in your thoughts, unable to shake the vivid images from your mind—what was happening behind those closed doors? how good were they being fucked right now? you could almost hear it in your head, the way the omegas must be moaning, bodies tangled with the alphas who had been holding back all night. god, you thought, biting down on your lip, your thoughts spiraling out of control.

the frustration was unbearable, this constant itch you couldn’t scratch. you tried to remind yourself of your father’s strict rules, of why you had to maintain control, why you were here in the first place. you were supposed to be the one in charge, the one keeping things together. but fuck, what would it feel like to let go for once? to let those alphas do what they clearly wanted to do? what you wanted them to do?

those omegas were probably getting the fucks of their lives right now, and here you were, stuck, alone, a knot of desire and restraint that was threatening to unravel.

just as the thought hit you, your phone buzzed in your hand, startling you out of your daze. hyunjin’s name flashed on the screen, and your heart skipped a beat. you answered quickly, the sound of his husky voice on the other end making your breath hitch.

“hey…” his voice was low, rough, sending a shiver down your spine. there was a pause, like he was waiting for something, then he added, “i’m outside.”

your eyes widened, heat rushing through your body. outside? he was already here?

“you’re outside?” you bit your lip, trying to steady your breath, but before you could fully process his response, jay’s door swung open with a bang. an omega stumbled out, wobbling on her legs, her skin flushed and covered in hickeys, her expression dazed—blissful, even.

you instinctively moved to help her, catching her arm before she could fall. “are you okay?” you asked, concern threading through your voice, but the omega wasn’t distressed. in fact, she looked like she was floating in some kind of euphoric haze.

“i’m... i’m fine,” she mumbled dreamily. “i just... couldn’t keep up.” she giggled, her face flushed with exhaustion and pleasure. the sight of her—neck littered with dark marks, legs barely steady—left no doubt about what had just happened behind that door.

jay appeared behind her, his shirt rumpled, hair a mess, phone in hand. his gaze locked onto you, intense, unreadable. you could feel the weight of it, like he was daring you to react. he didn’t look ashamed or embarrassed—he looked completely unfazed, like this was just another night.

the omega smiled sheepishly at jay. “sorry, i... i couldn’t keep up,” she apologized, her voice light, and jay just stared down at you, something dark flickering in his eyes. “she’ll be fine,” he said, voice calm, though his gaze stayed fixed on you. “i didn’t push her too hard.”

you stared at him, your mind racing. the omega looked like she’d just experienced heaven, but the tension between you and jay was impossible to ignore. what had really gone down in that room?

“it hasn’t even been a few minutes?” you said, disbelief clear in your voice as you glanced between the omega and jay. the omega was already making her way to the door, while jay stood there, watching you with that same unreadable expression.

you reached for your phone, needing an escape. “hyunjin, are you still outside?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“hyunjin, huh?” jay muttered under his breath, his tone bitter. “what’s he doing here?”

the way he said it sent a chill down your spine. the shift in his tone was jarring, like he’d flipped a switch. the cocky, playful jay you knew had been replaced by someone more intense, more possessive. “here to fuck you already?” he challenged.

the question hung heavy in the air, almost accusatory. your pulse quickened, but you stood your ground. “what’s it to you?” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tension crackling between you.

jay stepped closer, closing the distance between you, his presence overwhelming. “i just think... now isn’t a good time,” he said, his voice laced with something darker. “my omega is gone... and who do we have left?”

“you know we can’t,” you said, trying to laugh, but it came out shakier than you intended. the tension between you two was suffocating now, his stare burning into you, daring you to deny it.

“can’t we?” he asked, his voice softer now, but still filled with that same underlying heat. “because it feels like we’re both thinking about it.”

you swallowed, your hands instinctively clasping at your necklace, like it could protect you from the thick, oppressive tension in the room. jay’s eyes flicked down to the necklace, noticing your nervous gesture, and something in his gaze darkened further.

“well, looks like that’s all we’re gonna do... just think about it,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.

but the way jay looked at you, the intensity in his eyes, made it clear that thinking wasn’t enough anymore. and you couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before that line—between thinking and acting—blurred completely.

he immediately eased up, letting out a fake chuckle as he ran his hands through his hair, the tension softening, though not entirely disappearing. “i’m kidding, y/n, fuck,” he said, his voice lighter, but there was still that edge beneath it. he was trying to play it off, but the way his eyes lingered on you made it clear this wasn’t just a joke, not really.

jay stepped back, shaking his head like he was trying to shake off the intensity that hung between you. “but i’m serious... not now, okay? please?” his voice dropped, softer, almost pleading. “can you make him come another time?”

the desperation in his tone caught you off guard. jay wasn’t just asking; it felt like he was begging you to reconsider, and it was jarring. the idea of hyunjin being here, now, clearly unsettled him in a way he was trying not to show, but you could feel it in the air between you.

"why?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, clutching your necklace like it was some kind of lifeline, hoping it would ease the tension. "wouldn’t it be better for everyone? he could scent me for now... take the edge off."

jay’s jaw clenched, his gaze darkening for a moment before he exhaled slowly, trying to regain control. “having another alpha here, right now, in our house?” he shook his head. “it wouldn’t be a good idea.” his voice was calm, but what was lurking beneath was hard to ignore, and you could hear it, feel it.

and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, what jay said made sense. the house was already on edge, tension building with every second. adding another alpha into the mix would only make things worse. you could practically see the disaster waiting to unfold.

jay’s eyes softened slightly, the intensity still there but more measured now. “look, we’re all barely keeping it together as it is. bringing in hyunjin right now? that’s just asking for trouble.”

you hesitated, glancing down at your phone. "hyunjin?" you said, your voice quiet, uncertain.

"yeah, i heard," he replied, his voice calm but understanding. there was a weight in his tone, like he already knew what you were about to say, like he’d expected this.

a silence stretched between you as you wrestled with the decision. part of you wanted to say that having hyunjin here would help, that it might ease the tension... but jay’s words kept echoing in your head. another alpha in the house? that might make things even worse. “look,” he continued, his tone softening, “if it’s not the right time, I get it. just let me know when things settle down, okay?” you bit your lip, feeling conflicted.

“okay,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “i’ll let you know when things settle down.”

"good girl." jay’s voice cut through the silence, the low, dark undercurrent making your breath catch. the words lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling, leaving you more flustered than you wanted to admit. your fingers fidgeted nervously, smoothing down your clothes like it would ground you, but the tension was still there, thick and electric.

you swallowed, forcing yourself to meet jay’s gaze, trying to push through the haze of tension between you. "uh... do you feel better now?" your voice came out shakier than you intended, and when your eyes flicked downward for a second, you saw it—his erection, straining against his pants, even though he had just been with his omega.

what the fuck was going on with jay? he wasn’t usually like this—so intense, so... different. sure, he was cocky, always had that confident edge to him, but this? this was something else.

jay didn’t even try to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips when he noticed the way your eyes lingered. "does it look like i feel better?" his voice was smooth, dripping with that dangerous undertone that sent a shiver through you.

you laughed nervously, the sound shaky, trying to diffuse the situation. “nope...” you wheezed, the attempt to lighten the mood falling flat. your heart was racing as you watched jay’s gaze drop to your necklace, his eyes lingering on it before he stretched his arms, his muscles flexing under his shirt, his scent—tobacco, cedar, and that faint hint of vanilla—filling the space around you.

he walked toward the fridge, opening it casually, grabbing a bottle of water like nothing had happened, but his eyes never really left you. even as he twisted off the cap and took a long drink, his gaze stayed locked on yours, that smirk tugging at his lips, making you feel like you were still under his spell.

"you okay?" jay asked, his voice softer now, and the smile he flashed at you—the one you’d seen countless times—felt like a lifeline, pulling you back to some sort of normalcy. it was the jay you knew, not the one who had been so intense just moments ago. his usual, cocky charm was back, making you think maybe the tension from earlier was just in your head.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, forcing yourself to smile back. "yeah, i’m good," you lied, trying to sound casual even though your pulse was still racing.

"just... didn’t think it’d be over that fast," you said, trying to keep your tone light despite the tension still buzzing under your skin.

jay’s chuckle was low, almost dismissive, as he took another swig of water. "yeah, well, i wasn’t really feeling it," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly, still watching you. there was something in his tone, something almost... disappointed.

you frowned, confused by his nonchalance. “but she looked like she was, though,” you pointed out, thinking back to the omega who had practically stumbled out of his room earlier. she had seemed more than satisfied, blissed out and covered in hickeys. “you didn’t feel anything?”

jay shrugged, his smirk fading into something more serious, his eyes darkening as he set the bottle on the counter. "nah, the scent was off," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "sure, she was into it, but for me? it just... didn’t click."

you blinked, processing his words. "the scent was off?" you echoed, not sure what he meant. scent compatibility was supposed to be the foundation for an alpha and omega connection, what was the whole point of the ritual earlier then?

jay nodded, his eyes flicking up to meet yours again, and there was something raw in his gaze, something almost... frustrated. "yeah. it didn’t feel right. i thought it would, but..." he trailed off, his eyes roaming over you, lingering on your face, your lips, then your necklace. "her scent wasn’t what i needed."

your pulse quickened at his words, and you suddenly felt hyper-aware of the space between you—how close he was, how his scent was starting to wrap around you, making it harder to think clearly. the tension you’d felt earlier came rushing back, stronger now, and you could feel your body reacting to his proximity, to the way his gaze was practically devouring you.

“what do you mean by that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

jay took a slow step forward, closing the distance between you just enough for his presence to feel overwhelming again. "you ever had a moment where the scent in the air just... wasn’t right?" he murmured, his voice dropping lower, making your skin prickle. "like you’re going through the motions, but something’s missing? something you need, but you don’t know what it is?"

your heart thudded in your chest, your mind racing as you tried to process what he was saying, what he was implying. his scent, that intoxicating mix of tobacco, cedar, and vanilla, was wrapping around you like a fog, pulling you deeper into the moment, making it harder to focus.

"and you think it’s the scent?" you asked, your voice wavering as your eyes darted back to his, trying to gauge his intentions.

jay’s smirk returned, but this time it held a darker, more dangerous edge. "yeah," he whispered, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your skin prickle. then, without warning, he leaned back, his body language shifting as if he hadn’t just filled the space with this suffocating tension. like he could turn it off, just like that.

his words lingered in the air, and you weren’t sure if he was still talking about the omega or if he was hinting at something much more personal, much closer to home.

"the others are gonna take a while, probably... wanna hang?" jay’s voice was casual, too casual, as he leaned against the counter. but the way his eyes were tracking your every move? that was anything but casual.

your heart skipped a beat, the room suddenly feeling way too small, the air thickening with his scent—a scent that was doing things to your body you desperately wished it wouldn’t. instinctively, you took a step back, trying to create space, needing to breathe. "i... i don’t know if it’s a good idea," you stammered, feeling the warmth crawl up your spine, settling deep in your core. you knew how dangerous this was, how being around him, with your heat creeping in closer every day, was a recipe for disaster.

jay’s smirk faltered for a second, his eyes narrowing just a bit, but he stayed rooted in place, watching you. "come on, y/n. we’re just hanging out. what’s the worst that could happen?"

"you fucking me?" the words slipped out before you could even stop them, your eyes going wide with shock the moment they left your lips. your hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was too late. the room felt like it had been struck by lightning, the silence deafening, the air buzzing with the weight of what you’d just said.

jay froze, his expression shifting as the words sank in. slowly, that dangerous smirk curled back onto his lips, but this time it wasn’t teasing—it was predatory, loaded with intent. his eyes darkened, filled with something raw, primal, something that made your stomach twist and your heart pound faster than you thought possible.

he took a step toward you, his gaze locked onto yours, his voice dropping low, rough around the edges. "is that what you’re thinking, y/n?" his eyes flicked down to your lips for just a second before they snapped back up to meet your gaze again, heat radiating off him in waves.

your heart raced in your chest, your hand still firmly pressed over your mouth, trying to stop any more reckless words from spilling out. but jay didn’t stop. he took another step closer, his scent wrapping around you like a blanket, making your thoughts hazy, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.

"don’t worry," he murmured, leaning in just a little closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "i’m not gonna do anything you don’t want. but you’ve gotta be honest with yourself—what do you want?"

"to not get fired, jay," you muttered against your hand, your voice shaky, but you were trying so damn hard to regain some control. your heart was hammering in your chest, your mind spiraling, searching for an escape from this situation, from the magnetic pull of him.

jay’s smirk softened, but the heat in his eyes didn’t fade, not even a little. he paused for a second, giving you enough space to breathe, but his scent, thick with dominance, still clung to the air between you, suffocating any clear thoughts.

“fair enough,” he said, his voice smooth, though there was a darker edge to it that made your pulse skip. he stepped back a little more, but his gaze stayed firmly locked on yours, daring you to keep looking at him.

"you know we can't," you said, trying to inject some firmness into your voice despite the pounding of your heart. you were desperate to break the tension, to bring things back to normal. but jay just gave you a slow, playful wink, like the whole situation was a game to him, like you weren’t standing on the edge of something dangerous.

"i know, i know. sorry..." he trailed off, his smirk never quite leaving his lips. "just the alpha in me, you know? wouldn’t want you thinking i don’t notice how good you smell."

his words sent a jolt through you, and before you could even think of a response, jay turned, his body language casual as if nothing had happened. he grabbed the bottle of water from the counter, twisting the cap off, and took a long drink, but you could still feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting.

he gave you one last lingering look over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with that same dangerous glint, before he turned toward the door. the click of it closing behind him left you alone in the room, your legs trembling so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, breath shaky as everything that had just happened washed over you in a tidal wave.

you pressed your hands against the cool tile, trying to ground yourself, trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened. jay’s scent still lingered in the air, thick and intoxicating, filling your lungs, making it impossible to think clearly. your body was reacting in ways you wished it wouldn’t, your mind racing with all the possibilities of what could have happened if you hadn’t stopped him.

what the fuck?

the days after that strange conversation with jay, it was like it had never happened. he acted completely normal and part of you was relieved that he wasn’t pushing the boundary any further. but there was another part of you, the one that couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said, that found it impossible to forget. the conversation played over and over in your mind, creeping into your thoughts at the worst times, making your body react in ways you couldn’t control.

the desire you’d been fighting seemed to feed into something deeper, something primal, and you could feel your heat coming on faster, hitting harder with each passing day. it was like your body was betraying you, urging you toward something you knew you shouldn’t want.

the boys had a photoshoot today, and you were doing your best to keep your mind off the growing heat that pulsed through you. the studio was busy, bustling with stylists, makeup artists, and photographers running around as the boys either sat in hair and makeup or were changing into their next outfits.

you stood off to the side, trying to keep yourself calm, but the tight grip you had on your necklace was a tell. yuki, who had been observing you from a distance, finally approached, his sharp eyes catching the way you were fidgeting.

“y/n,” he called softly, his tone concerned. “can we talk for a second?”

you nodded, stepping aside with him as he led you away from the main chaos of the studio. his eyes flicked down to the necklace around your neck, and he raised an eyebrow. “how’s your necklace been working?” he asked, his voice low so the others wouldn’t overhear.

you swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your stomach. “it’s barely functioning,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i can feel my heat coming in full throttle, and it’s not doing anything to help.”

yuki’s expression tightened, his brows furrowing as he considered your words. “i didn't think it was this bad, but it makes sense,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “the boys have been on edge.”

you looked around at the boys, who were mostly distracted by their own routines, but the subtle tension in the air was undeniable. “what do i do?” you asked, feeling more vulnerable than you wanted to admit.

yuki sighed, running a hand through his hair. “no updates yet on when the next shipment arrives. but in the meantime, you need to be careful. if your heat hits full force while you’re around them...” his voice trailed off, and he didn’t need to finish the sentence. you both knew what could happen.

he glanced back toward the boys, his eyes sharp as he made sure no one was paying too much attention to your conversation. “just… try to keep your distance. i know that’s easier said than done, especially with how they are.” his gaze softened for a moment, then added, “have they been giving you trouble?”

you shook your head quickly, trying to play it off. “no, nothing like that. it’s just… it’s complicated.”

“what happened with hyunjin?” yuki’s question caught you off guard. you hadn’t thought about hyunjin since that call with jay had taken over your mind, and the fact that yuki was bringing it up now made you stiffen.

“i… uh, had to cancel,” you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady. “it wasn’t the right time, and with everything going on with the boys…” your words trailed off, not wanting to dive into the details of just how complicated things had become.

yuki’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied you. “was it the right decision for you?” he asked, his tone careful, like he was gauging how much to push.

you shifted on your feet, feeling heat crawl up your neck—not just from embarrassment, but from the ever-growing pull of your heat, lingering just beneath the surface. “i didn’t have a choice. the boys… they’ve been acting strange, and i didn’t want to make it worse.” you bit your lip, trying to find the right words. “and… jay… he didn’t think it was a good idea either.”

yuki’s gaze sharpened at the mention of jay. “jay?” he repeated, his voice low, as if confirming what he’d already suspected. “and how exactly did he convince you?”

you hesitated, feeling the tension coil inside you again. “he just... he was concerned about another alpha being around, especially with how things have been.” you tried to brush it off, but the truth of it lingered in the air between you. jay’s presence, his words, had done more to sway your decision than you cared to admit.

"did he try anything with you?" yuki’s voice dropped to a whisper, his gaze sharpening as he leaned in slightly, making sure no one else could hear.

your breath hitched, and you instinctively glanced around, ensuring no one was paying attention. you shook your head quickly, though your heart raced at the question. "no... not really," you muttered, but your words felt heavier than they should’ve. "he didn’t push anything. it was just... weird."

yuki's eyes didn’t leave yours, searching for any hint of something more. "weird how?" he pressed, his tone gentle but insistent.

"he was just... different. he kept bringing up how I smelled, how the others were on edge," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "but nothing actually happened. he backed off."

"y/n, you need to be careful… the rules," yuki whispered, his tone serious but soft, like he was trying to keep you grounded. the concern in his voice made your chest tighten, the weight of everything suddenly feeling heavier.

"i know," you murmured, looking down at the floor, your hand instinctively clutching the necklace that had been failing to keep everything under control. "i didn’t mean for things to get this complicated."

yuki’s eyes softened a little, but his voice remained firm. "it’s not just about you and them wanting you, y/n. you know the consequences if this goes too far. if any of them break those rules… you’ll get fired, and they’ll face worse. you can’t let your heat—or their instincts—push things over the line."

he paused for a moment, letting that sink in, before adding, "you have to stay in control. the boys aren’t going to be able to help themselves."

you swallowed hard, the weight of yuki’s warning sitting heavy in your stomach. "i’ll figure it out. i just need to get through this heat without everything falling apart." but even as you said the words, a part of you couldn’t shake the fear that maybe it was already too late.

as the boys started getting closer to where you and yuki were talking, yuki immediately shifted the tone of the conversation, his expression lightening as if you hadn’t just had a serious discussion about rules and boundaries.

he threw on a bright smile, his voice cheerful. "so, hyunjin? his schedule is a bit backed up, but he'll be in touch." he announced loudly enough for the boys to hear, acting as if everything was normal.

you blinked at him for a second before catching on, forcing a casual smile to your face. "can’t wait," you said, your tone playful even though the tension from earlier still clung to you. "been wanting to get a good fuck in."

the boys visibly stiffened at your words, their eyes flickering with something that was hard to miss. it was subtle—jay's jaw clenched, jungwon’s posture straightened, and jake shifted uncomfortably—but it was enough for you to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

yuki let out a laugh, clearly trying to keep the mood light. "well, i’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help out," he teased, giving you a wink before glancing at the boys as if to include them in the joke.

“y/n, can you help me with this?” sunghoon’s voice sliced through the buzzing atmosphere of the photoshoot, smooth and casual but laced with something that made your pulse race. your fingers brushed against his as you adjusted the collar of his outfit, the heat between you two almost palpable. you could feel the eyes of the other boys on you—sharp, lingering, tense—making the moment feel even more charged. before the tension could thicken any further, sunoo appeared beside you, holding a mini electric fan in his hand and flashing you his usual bright smile. but there was something calculating behind his eyes, like he was testing the waters. "so... when's he coming over?" he asked, his voice light, he was probing, not just for himself, but for the others too. the question hung in the air for a moment, and you felt the weight of every gaze shift toward you. even sunghoon’s hand stiffened slightly under yours, his playful smirk faltering for just a second before returning.

you swallowed, trying to keep your composure, but the atmosphere was thickening fast. the boys were still watching, waiting for your response, and you could sense that this was about more than just curiosity—it was about territory, control, and unspoken tension that had been building for days.

"sometime soon," you replied, your voice more steady than you felt.

sunoo’s eyes sparkled with amusement, though you knew he was digging for a reaction from the others. “hmm, bet you're excited.” he chuckled lightly but glanced sideways at the other alphas, clearly waiting for their reactions. the others exchanged subtle glances, their expressions shifting. jake, who had been adjusting his outfit nearby, suddenly seemed a little too focused on his clothes. jungwon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he stared at sunoo, and you could feel the possessive tension practically rolling off him. heeseung, who had been silent, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. sunghoon cleared his throat, stepping back slightly, though his expression remained calm. "well, if hyunjin’s gonna be handling that, I guess we should all take a step back." his voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it that you couldn’t quite ignore.

the air around you felt like it was buzzing with electricity, the unspoken tension between you and the alphas growing thicker. you forced a smile, trying to play it off as casual, but the truth was hard to escape. they were affected. and even though you were trying to stay in control, your heat was creeping closer, pushing things dangerously out of balance.

"yeah," you said, exhaling slowly, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to the proximity of all of them. "it’s probably for the best."

sunoo’s smile widened, almost teasing as he leaned in slightly. “well, let’s hope he’s enough to handle it,” he said with a wink, the underlying challenge in his voice clear as he glanced at the other boys. you didn’t miss the way jake tensed at that, his fists tightening for just a second before he forced a casual smile onto his face, pretending like sunoo’s words didn’t bother him. “we’ll see,” heeseung finally said, his voice calm but heavy with something darker. "for now, let's focus on getting through this shoot." the unspoken tension lingered in the air as the conversation ended, and as the boys returned to their tasks, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when hyunjin arrived. the idea of him helping with your heat had seemed like a simple solution, but now, with the way the alphas were acting, you weren’t so sure it would be that easy.

you all acted normal—at least on the surface. they went back to their routines, throwing in their usual banter, and you tried to do the same. but every now and then, you’d catch yourself feeling lightheaded, your body’s warning signs of pre-heat becoming impossible to ignore.

it was dangerous, more than you wanted to admit. the heat was creeping up on you, and even though the boys were pretending nothing had changed, you knew they were aware. but still, they kept the act up, and you were grateful for it. for now, at least.

today, you were in the laundry room, folding clothes and trying to focus on the mundane tasks in front of you when you heard the front door open. yuki had arrived.

you heard his voice filter through the flat, followed by the boys greeting him. their tones were friendly, casual. it sounded almost normal, but you couldn’t ignore the undertone of something heavier, like they were all skirting around an unspoken truth.

"yuki!" jake called out cheerfully, clapping a hand on his back. "long time no see, man."

"yeah, it’s been a while," yuki responded, his voice just as light, though there was something in the way he paused that made you feel like he was watching the boys carefully. "how’s everything been? staying out of trouble?"

jungwon chuckled. "we’re always on our best behavior."

yuki raised an eyebrow, smirking. "sure you are."

as their conversation flowed, you could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you even from the laundry room. yuki was here for a reason, after all. it wasn’t just a casual visit, and everyone knew it.

you swallowed hard, your hands trembling slightly as you folded another shirt. the familiar warmth started creeping up your neck again, the telltale signs of your heat making your head feel foggy. you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breathing, but it was getting harder to ignore.

“is y/n here?” yuki asked, his voice casual but with an underlying seriousness. the boys paused, their attention flicking toward the laundry room where you were.

you stepped out, carrying a basket of freshly folded laundry, the scent of detergent mixing with the unmistakable sweetness of your pheromones. the moment your scent hit the air, there was a noticeable shift in the room. the boys tensed, their eyes flicking to you and then quickly looking away, trying to maintain some sense of normalcy.

“here,” you said, forcing a smile as you walked over to yuki. his gaze was sharp, but there was a softness to it, a kind of unspoken concern. he could tell what was happening, and it didn’t take much to figure out that you were nearing a dangerous point.

"come on, let’s talk for a sec," he muttered, gently steering you away from the other alphas lounging in the room. his hand rested lightly on your shoulder, leading you toward a quieter corner of the flat, away from their watchful eyes.

“you okay?” yuki asked once you were out of earshot, his voice low and laced with concern. he was standing close, his presence comforting, but you could feel the heat building inside you, making it harder to focus.

you nodded, though you didn’t trust your voice just yet. “yeah, i’m fine. just… getting close.”

yuki sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i can tell. your scent’s getting stronger, y/n. it’s only a matter of time before the necklace isn’t going to help at all. and the boys… they’re already struggling, aren’t they?”

your breath hitched slightly. he wasn’t wrong. the way the alphas had been behaving lately, the lingering touches, the tension that hummed between you all—it was clear they were just as affected by your nearing heat as you were. "they’re… trying to keep it together," you admitted quietly.

yuki’s eyes softened. "that’s not going to last much longer."

you swallowed hard, feeling a pang of guilt. "what do i do?"

yuki’s gaze flicked back to where the boys were lounging, their voices faint in the background. “we’ve got options,” he said carefully, “but you need to make a decision soon. i know hyunjin was supposed to come, but if you wait too long… i’m not sure you’ll be able to keep things under control here.”

"maybe i should leave?" you repeated, a touch more uncertainty in your voice now. "stay somewhere else for the meantime?"

yuki shook his head, considering your suggestion but still unconvinced. "what would work for you? think about it. the boys still need to get to their schedules, and it’s not like they can just drop everything. they've got that award ceremony coming up, and practice sessions. it's a pretty important time for them."

you sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. "i know, i know… but maybe i can hold out until next week? it’s just a few more days."

“next week?” yuki repeated, his tone skeptical, like he didn’t quite believe you. “y/n, you don’t sound like you’re due next week. i'm telling you, it's going to take a few days before they’re all over you.”

you frowned, glancing at your phone where your heat calendar was marked, the little colored dots spaced out neatly. “no, i’m sure. i followed my calendar properly. i’ve been tracking it for months.”

yuki gave you a pointed look. “tracking isn’t always foolproof, and you know that. stress, changes in environment, alphas around you—it can all mess with your cycle.”

you didn’t want to admit it, but yuki was right. things had been… different lately. the idea of being around them, especially when your heat hit full force, made your stomach twist with equal parts dread and something else you didn’t want to name.

"so what now?" you asked, your voice quieter, almost defeated.

"let's assume for now you have a week, okay? and keep me in the loop if it comes sooner." yuki held up his phone, signaling that he wanted updates, his tone firm but understanding. you nodded, trying to push aside the creeping anxiety, though your mind was already racing with what-ifs.

as you stood there, talking quietly with yuki, sunoo—who had been rummaging through the cupboard for snacks—caught wind of the conversation. his expression shifted slightly, a glint of knowing flickering in his eyes. he grabbed a bag of chips, his movements slow and deliberate as he cast a glance toward his hyungs, subtly letting them know he’d heard every word.

jay and sunghoon, seated on the couch, tried to act nonchalant. jay’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest while he scrolled through his phone, though his attention kept flickering back toward you and yuki. sunghoon, ever the cool and collected one, leaned back casually, but his jaw was set, a telltale sign that he was absorbing everything.

heeseung, who was currently beating niki at fifa, glanced over at you and yuki from the corner of his eye, not saying anything but clearly listening. his grip on the controller was tighter than necessary, his focus split between the game and what he was hearing. you could feel his gaze lingering on you whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention.

but jake… jake was the most restless. he was perched on the edge of the couch, his knee bouncing up and down anxiously, unable to sit still. every now and then, he glanced your way, his expression unreadable but his body language screaming that something was off. he was fidgeting more than usual, running a hand through his hair and shifting in his seat like he couldn’t quite get comfortable.

sunoo, walking back with his snacks, sent another glance toward jake, reading his agitation like a book. it wasn’t just the upcoming heat throwing everyone off—it was the underlying tension that had been building for weeks. your scent, the way the air seemed heavier whenever you were around, it had them all on edge. but now, knowing that your heat could be right around the corner, it was like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

“everything good?” sunoo asked casually as he dropped onto the couch beside jay, though his eyes never left you.

you gave him a small, forced smile. "yeah, just… trying to plan ahead."

“remember, keep me in the loop,” yuki said over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours one last time before he stepped out.

as the door closed behind him, you could feel the shift. no one said anything, but it was like everyone had been holding their breath. the room was filled with unspoken words, desires left hanging in the air, and a tension that was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

you swallowed thickly, trying to pretend like everything was normal, but you could feel their eyes on you, the weight of the conversation, and the reality that your heat was looming closer than you wanted to admit.

"i think i’m going to rest for a bit," you said, your voice soft but edged with exhaustion. you'd just finished folding and putting away all the laundry, the routine tasks that normally kept your mind busy. but right now, it felt like too much. you needed space. you needed to breathe.

the boys glanced at you, a chorus of "thanks" filling the air as you made your way to your room. you could feel their eyes on you as you left, but you didn’t turn around, swallowing the knot of nerves in your throat as you closed the door behind you. once inside, you leaned against it for a second, your heart racing as you exhaled deeply. everything felt too much—the tension, your pre-heat, the way the boys had been reacting to you. you needed to clear your head.

on the other side of the door, the atmosphere immediately shifted.

sunoo was the first to speak up. “she’s leaving,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant, like he didn’t want to say it out loud but felt like they needed to hear it. “she told yuki she might leave soon, stay somewhere else for a while.”

the reaction was immediate.

jake huffed, his hands balling into fists on the table. “what the fuck? why? does she think that’s gonna help?” his voice was rough, frustration barely contained as he glared down at the table like it was responsible for all of his problems. he was always the first to react, his emotions simmering right below the surface.

jungwon frowned, his brow furrowing deeply as he processed the information. “leaving?” he echoed, his voice quieter, more controlled, but the tension in his tone was unmistakable. “and what… just leave us here?"

heeseung, however, remained silent for a long moment, his expression cold, detached, though anyone who knew him well enough could see the anger simmering beneath the surface. “so that’s her plan,” he said finally, his voice chillingly calm.

sunghoon leaned back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. “we all knew it was coming,” he said, his voice low, but there was a clear edge to it. “the way things are going… she probably thinks it’s the only way to keep things from blowing up.”

“she can’t just leave, though,” jake snapped, standing up and pacing the room. “that’s not the answer. it’s bullshit.” his jaw clenched as he tried to process what sunoo had told them, his frustration building as he paced back and forth.

sunoo leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he glanced at the others. “she’s scared. she doesn’t know what else to do. and honestly… can you blame her?”

jungwon sighed, shaking his head. “no, i can’t blame her. but it still doesn’t change anything. leaving won’t fix this.”

heeseung, still eerily calm, stood up and moved toward the window, staring out at the city beyond. "we need to figure out a way to make her stay." his voice was low but full of conviction.

“and how do you suggest we do that?” sunghoon asked, his voice quiet but cutting. “beg her to stay?”

jungwon rubbed a hand over his face, his frustration clear. “we need a plan. something that makes sense. if she thinks leaving is the only option, then maybe… maybe we need to prove to her that it’s not.”

“we can’t force her to stay,” sunoo reminded them, his voice softer. “that’s not how this works. she has to want to stay.”

heeseung turned around, his eyes colder than usual. “so we give her a reason to stay.”

"and how do we do that?" jungwon asked, his eyes narrowing as he met heeseung’s gaze.

“we talk to her,” heeseung replied, his voice firm. “we tell her the truth. no more pretending. no more tiptoeing around it.”

sunghoon exhaled slowly, leaning back against the couch again. “she’s not going to like that.”

"maybe… we don’t have to tell her. not directly, at least," jay said, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked around at the others. "maybe we can just… give her more to do. keep her busy."

jungwon shot him a skeptical glance. "what are you talking about?"

jay shrugged, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "we keep her distracted. give her so much to do around the house that she doesn’t even have time to think about leaving. you know how she is—she won’t say no if we ask her to help."

sunghoon raised an eyebrow. "and you think that’ll work? just overwhelm her with tasks until she forgets about leaving?"

jay leaned back, his smirk deepening. "it’s not about overwhelming her. it’s about keeping her close. keep her engaged, keep her around us. she’s used to taking care of us. it’ll be natural."

niki, who had been quiet up until now, crossed his arms and tilted his head. "and what happens when she figures out what we’re doing?"

jay sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "she won’t. not if we do it right. she likes being in charge, likes feeling needed. we just… give her more reasons to feel that way."

jake frowned, glancing between jay and the others. "and what if she still wants to leave? what if that’s not enough?"

there was a brief pause before jay’s smirk faded slightly, his expression turning more serious. "there’s something else i’ve been meaning to tell you guys."

everyone’s attention snapped to him, eyes narrowing in curiosity and suspicion. jay’s shift in tone wasn’t lost on any of them.

"you remember the night the omegas came over?" jay asked, his voice lower now. "when she was in the kitchen with sunoo, and we were… you know… handling the rest?"

heeseung’s eyes darkened. "what about it?"

jay exhaled, sitting up straighter, his fingers tapping restlessly on his leg. "she definitely dropped signs that she’s just holding back."

sunoo raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "what kind of signs are you talking about?"

jay’s jaw clenched slightly as he remembered. "she was shaking when i came out of my room. you could tell she wasn’t just thinking about hyunjin. maybe i did flirt a little, but i could see it in her eyes. she hesitated. she even said, ‘you know we can’t,’ but the way she said it… it wasn’t like she didn’t want it. hell, she might even want us. she just didn’t admit it outright."

jungwon’s eyes flickered with surprise, his posture stiffening. "wait, so you’re saying she’s thought about it? thought about… us?"

jay nodded, his gaze shifting between them. "i’m saying she didn’t push back as hard as you’d think. she was thinking about it. and if i didn’t get that omega out of there… who knows what would’ve happened."

jake’s eyes widened slightly as he processed jay’s words. "you mean… she was open to the idea?"

jay nodded again. "i think she’s been thinking about it for a while. she’s just… holding herself back because of the rules."

sunghoon sat up a little straighter, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. "so, what? you’re saying she’s been wanting us all this time, and we just didn’t notice?"

jay shook his head. "i’m saying she’s human, just like we are. we’ve all been holding back, the difference is, we’re alphas. we’re used to getting what we want, but she’s got these rules drilled into her."

heeseung crossed his arms, his gaze thoughtful but cold. "and you’re sure she was thinking about us? not just you?"

jay smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "trust me, she wasn’t just thinking about me. she’s been thinking about all of us."

jungwon ran a hand through his hair, his frustration clear. "so what do we do with that?"

sunoo let out a low sigh. "we need to be careful. if we push too hard, she might shut down or leave."

heeseung, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke up, his voice steady but intense. "we can’t force her. but if she’s already thinking about it… maybe all we need to do is show her that we’re thinking about it too."

sunghoon nodded slowly, the idea settling in. "you’re saying we don’t have to push her, but we can… lead her in the right direction?"

jay shrugged. "we don’t have to tell her. we just have to give her reasons to want to stay. to make her realize she doesn’t need to follow the rules, not when she wants the same thing we do."

niki, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up, his voice low. "and what about hyunjin?"

there was a brief silence as the mention of hyunjin hung in the air, the tension in the room spiking.

"hyunjin’s not a problem," jay said, his voice darkening. "we make sure she knows she doesn’t need him. she’s got us."

jake leaned forward, his eyes intense. "and how do we do that?"

jay met his gaze, his voice full of certainty. "we give her what she’s already been thinking about. but on our terms."

the room fell into a thick silence, the weight of jay’s words settling over them like a storm cloud. each of them knew what he was suggesting, and though it was risky, they all felt the pull. they’d been holding back for too long, and now that they knew you’d been thinking about it too… the boundaries they’d been clinging to seemed more fragile than ever.

finally, heeseung nodded slowly, his voice cold and resolute. "we play it smart. we don’t mess this up."

the others exchanged glances, their resolve building as they silently agreed. they didn’t need to tell you directly. they just needed to show you that you didn’t need anyone else. you had them.

and soon enough, you’d realize that too.

and let me tell you, it was complete chaos. the boys suddenly threw you into a whirlwind of chores, one after the other, barely giving you time to think about anything—let alone your heat. you didn’t mind it at first, it felt natural for an omega to want to take care of her alphas. but as the tasks kept piling up, a nagging thought crept into your mind: were they doing this on purpose? you weren’t sure. maybe you were overthinking it. but then again, niki’s request to clean up his room after he had somehow managed to scatter an inexplicable number of tissues everywhere had you raising an eyebrow. "what the hell happened in here?" you had asked, genuinely confused. he shrugged with a sheepish grin. “uh… allergies?” allergies, sure. the dishwasher broke right after you had loaded it full, and of course, sunoo conveniently ‘couldn’t figure it out’ even though he’d been the one using it the most. "i swear, it just… stopped working," he said, scratching the back of his head, his expression way too innocent. you sighed, rolling up your sleeves, thinking maybe if you cleaned the filters or something, it would start again. but of course, it took hours, and sunoo stayed by your side, chatting idly, barely lifting a finger to help. he smiled, though, whenever you looked frustrated. you couldn’t help but wonder if the damn thing was broken on purpose. jake? well, jake suddenly couldn’t find any of his socks. "y/n, have you seen my socks?" he had called out in that soft voice of his, standing in the doorway to the laundry room like some lost puppy. "i swear i put them in the basket, but they’re gone." so there you were, scouring the house for socks. and somehow, one by one, you found them—under the couch, stuffed in random drawers, even behind the tv. “how the hell did you get them all over the place?” you muttered as you retrieved one from the fridge (don’t ask how it got there). jake just smiled sheepishly, scratching his head, offering no explanation.

jungwon, on the other hand, decided to be extra helpful. “i noticed the bathroom tiles need scrubbing,” he said, holding out a sponge. you almost snorted. "seriously? now?" "yeah, it’s just… they looked kind of grimy. figured it’d be better if you handled it, you’re better at that stuff." you gave him a look, but he just grinned, shrugging innocently. "i mean, you are the best at cleaning, y/n." even heeseung got in on it, somehow managing to ‘accidentally’ spill flour all over the kitchen right after you’d finished cleaning up. “my bad,” he’d said, laughing nervously as he watched you grab the broom again. “i was just trying to bake something.” “you don’t even like baking,” you mumbled under your breath, but still, you cleaned up the mess. it was getting ridiculous. one chore after another, and though you liked keeping busy, there was something off about it. deliberate, almost. the more you thought about it, the more it felt like they were doing this on purpose. but why? then there was niki again. "hey, y/n, can you help me fix my bed?" you walked into his room, only to find his sheets and blankets crumpled up in a heap on the floor, pillows scattered like there had been a pillow fight. "what happened here?" "uh… slept weird," he replied with a grin, though he looked way too smug for someone who had just woken up. "mind helping me put it back together?"

you sighed, getting to work, but your thoughts were racing. they were definitely up to something. as you went about fixing the messes they created, a part of you couldn’t help but find the whole situation funny—how ridiculously transparent they were being. you had to give them credit though, they were working really hard to keep you distracted. "y/n, i can't find my shoes," jay called out, poking his head into the kitchen with a frown, clearly distressed as if this was some kind of emergency. before you could even process that, sunghoon wandered in right behind him, casually leaning against the doorframe. "yeah, and my belt's gone too," sunghoon added, like it was the most normal thing in the world for both of them to have lost random articles of clothing at the same time. you blinked, staring at them both, feeling your patience thinning as you tried to figure out how two fully grown alphas were suddenly so helpless. "are you serious?" you sighed, rubbing your temples. "your shoes, jay? and your belt, sunghoon? they can’t both just vanish." jay looked down at his feet, wiggling his sock-covered toes with a shrug. "i mean, they’re not on my feet, so… yeah. pretty sure they vanished." "and my belt? i swear it was just on the chair this morning," sunghoon chimed in, his tone casual, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. he was definitely enjoying this a bit too much. you stared at both of them, exasperated. "how do you guys lose everything all at once?" they exchanged looks, and you could tell they were holding back laughter. "i don’t know," jay said, pretending to be deep in thought. "maybe it’s a shoe-stealing ghost or something. want to help me look?" you narrowed your eyes at them, highly suspicious now. but what could you do? they were playing this game well, keeping you running around with their constant needs. you were starting to think they were all conspiring together just to keep you busy. you rolled your eyes and threw your hands up in mock surrender. "fine. but if i find those shoes and that belt in some stupid place, you guys are never living this down." they grinned, and you could almost hear the victory bells ringing in their heads. "deal," sunghoon said, winking as he walked off ahead, already knowing this was far from the end of their mysterious missing items saga.

you stood there, blinking sleepily, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding in front of you. heeseung stood in the middle of the living room, his hair completely covered in whipped cream, glaring at everyone as if they’d just committed the worst crime in existence. paper plates were scattered all over the floor, some still smeared with cream, and bits of it even splattered on the walls. jungwon, looking equally guilty, had his arm mid-swing, holding yet another plate of whipped cream aimed at sunoo, who was crouched behind the sofa like his life depended on it. the tension was thick, but not in the usual alpha-omega way—it was pure, chaotic, food-fight mayhem. “what… what the hell is going on?” you asked, rubbing your eyes, still groggy from your nap. sunghoon suddenly bounded behind you, using you as a shield as he tried to escape jay, who was hot on his heels with a plate of his own. jake, meanwhile, had already collapsed on the sofa, his face a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction, like he had just run a marathon—or possibly thrown the best whipped cream pie of his life. “he started it!” heeseung yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at jungwon, who had the audacity to look innocent despite still holding the plate. “no, i didn’t!” jungwon protested, finally lowering his arm but still holding the whipped cream like a loaded weapon. “sunoo did when he missed and hit me instead of jake!” sunoo peeked out from behind the couch, eyes wide with panic, whipped cream smeared across his cheek. “you moved last minute! that was your fault!”

you couldn’t help but laugh despite the mess, the absurdity of the situation making it impossible to stay annoyed. “so, let me get this straight. you guys left for an award ceremony, all dressed up, looking your best… and then came back to start a whipped cream war?”

sunghoon, still hiding behind you, popped his head out with a sheepish grin. “it was supposed to be a victory celebration. things… got out of hand.”

“yeah, no kidding,” you muttered, stepping out of sunghoon’s way as jay finally lunged at him with a plate, but sunghoon dodged, the plate missing by inches and landing on the floor with a splat.

“okay, okay, that’s enough!” you finally said, trying to sound stern but unable to keep the laughter out of your voice. “this is a mess. and guess who’s cleaning it up?”

immediately, they all pointed at each other.

“jungwon’s fault.”

“no, sunoo started it.”

“it’s heeseung’s hair that’s the problem!”

you sighed, shaking your head. “i don’t care who started it. you’re all cleaning it up. now.”

they groaned in unison, but none of them argued. jungwon finally put down the plate he was holding, and sunoo emerged from behind the sofa, still looking slightly traumatized by the near-hit. jake remained on the sofa, still too tired to move, while heeseung desperately tried to salvage what was left of his hair.

“i’m gonna go grab towels,” you said, stifling a yawn as you turned back toward the hallway. “you guys start picking up those plates. no more whipped cream fights, okay?”

“yes, mom,” jay called after you with a teasing grin, but you shot him a mock glare over your shoulder.

“don’t push it, jay. you’re already on thin ice.”

as you left the room, the sounds of reluctant cleanup followed you, but not before you heard jungwon mutter under his breath, “i still think it was sunoo’s fault.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. the boys were a handful, but somehow, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

jake was wiping down the counters beside you, trying his best to look remorseful, but the pout on his face was far too exaggerated to be taken seriously. “i’m really sorry, y/n,” he said, his voice soft, eyes wide in a fake attempt to look pitiful. “we didn’t mean for it to get so messy... promise.”

you glanced at him, shaking your head with a sigh. “you guys are impossible. whipped cream? really?”

he bit his lip, the playful pout still there as he wiped a bit slower than necessary. “come on, we were just having fun. don’t be mad.” his tone was sweet, almost coaxing, as he tried to worm his way back into your good graces.

before you could respond, heeseung’s voice echoed from the bathroom, sounding frustrated. “y/n! i need help! this whipped cream is stuck in my hair, and i can’t get it out! you’re a girl, you’d know how to fix this, right? do you have any shampoo or something?”

you blinked, glancing at jake, who just smirked at you. “looks like you’re needed,” he teased, stepping aside as if to give you room to go help.

rolling your eyes but feeling a slight flutter in your chest, you knocked on the bathroom door. “heeseung, you good?”

“just come in,” he groaned. “it’s not like you haven’t seen a shirtless guy before.”

you swallowed, pushing the door open slowly. heeseung stood there, his slacks still on, but his torso was bare, his skin glistening with droplets of water from the shower. his hair, still caked with whipped cream, clung messily to his forehead and neck. it took everything in you not to gawk at the sight of him standing there, looking utterly frustrating and irresistible at the same time.

“so, any shampoo recommendations?” he asked, his tone half-joking, half-frustrated, as he wiped some cream from his eyebrow.

you quickly composed yourself, grabbing the shampoo you knew would do the trick from the cabinet. “here, use this,” you said, handing it to him. “it’s good for getting sticky stuff out.”

heeseung took the bottle, his fingers brushing yours for just a second longer than necessary, sending a jolt of heat through your body. he smirked, clearly noticing your reaction, but thankfully didn’t say anything about it. instead, he turned toward the shower, popping open the bottle.

“thanks,” he said, his voice softer now, the frustration ebbing away. “you’re always taking care of us, huh?”

you shrugged, leaning against the doorframe, trying to act casual. “someone has to,” you replied, though your mind was racing. watching him like this, shirtless, his body on full display... it was taking every ounce of self-control not to let your mind wander.

heeseung started scrubbing at his hair, glancing back at you over his shoulder with a grin. “you’re staring.”

“i’m not,” you shot back quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “just making sure you’re doing it right.”

he chuckled, the sound low and teasing as he rinsed his hair. “sure. whatever you say, y/n.”

you watched heeseung fumble with the shampoo, trying to scrub the whipped cream out of his hair, but it wasn’t really working. his tall frame made it awkward for him to reach all the spots, and he was clearly struggling. with a sigh, you stepped forward, reaching for the showerhead in his hands.

"here, let me do it," you offered, not giving him much of a choice as you took the showerhead from him. he stood there, still crouched slightly, watching you as you turned the water on and started rinsing his hair.

the feeling of the whipped cream, thick and sticky, made you want to grimace, but you focused on helping him, running your fingers through his hair as the water washed the mess away. heeseung was unusually quiet, his head tilted down, allowing you to work.

his back was to you, and despite your best efforts, your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the way his muscles tensed under his skin, droplets of water sliding down his spine. he was tall, taller than you remembered in this moment, and as he crouched slightly to accommodate you, his broad shoulders and lean back made your stomach tighten with a feeling you desperately tried to push away.

you cursed silently at yourself, trying to stay professional, trying to focus on just getting the stupid whipped cream out of his hair.

"you don't have to do this, you know," heeseung murmured, his voice low as he kept his head down, allowing you to rinse the remaining bits of cream.

"it’s fine," you mumbled back, trying to sound indifferent. "you’d be stuck in here all night otherwise."

he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest, but he didn’t say anything more, letting you continue. the water sprayed over his hair, your fingers brushing against his scalp as you tried to work out the last of the sticky mess.

"am i getting it all?" you asked, feeling the tension between you growing with every passing second.

heeseung nodded slightly, his voice still soft, almost hushed. "yeah. thanks."

you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, partly from the steam in the bathroom, but mostly from how close you were, how intimate this moment felt despite the absurdity of the situation. his wet hair slipped through your fingers, the sensation oddly grounding as you focused on rinsing it clean.

finally, the whipped cream was gone. you stepped back, handing him the showerhead, trying to shake off the tension that had built between you both.

“there,” you said, your voice a little too light, too casual. “all clean.”

heeseung straightened up, turning to face you with a smirk on his lips, water still dripping down his chest. “i guess i owe you one now, huh?”

you rolled your eyes, stepping back toward the door, eager to put some distance between the two of you before your thoughts wandered any further.

just as you thought you were done with the whole whipped cream fiasco and were about to leave heeseung behind, a soft knock echoed from the bathroom door. you froze for a second, thinking it was some sort of joke.

when you opened it, there stood jungwon, flashing you that mischievous smile, the one that told you he was up to no good. his hair, too, was covered in whipped cream, bits of it stuck in random spots. your own smile faltered, a sigh escaping your lips as you took in the scene.

"you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, but he just chuckled, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world.

“need some help?” he asked, eyes twinkling, as if he knew exactly how exhausted you already were.

before you could even respond, sunoo appeared behind him, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. his hair wasn’t faring any better—whipped cream smeared across the top, leaving him looking just as disheveled as jungwon.

"guess who else needs help," sunoo said with a small laugh, though you could see the apologetic look in his eyes. he knew they were pushing it.

you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to hold back the urge to roll your eyes again. "seriously?"

"seriously," jungwon said, that infuriating grin still plastered on his face. he was enjoying this way too much.

heeseung, still standing by the shower, let out a low laugh. "looks like it's a group session now."

you shot him a look, but it was hard to stay mad when jungwon and sunoo were both looking at you expectantly, whipped cream clinging to their hair like this was some bizarre tradition.

"fine," you sighed, turning the shower back on, gesturing for jungwon to step in. he moved beside heeseung, who barely tried to hide his smirk as jungwon ducked his head under the water.

"don't get too comfortable, heeseung," you muttered as you started working the cream out of jungwon’s hair. "you're next, sunoo."

sunoo stood off to the side, watching you as you scrubbed jungwon’s hair clean. he looked slightly embarrassed, but there was also something in his eyes—something that mirrored the tension that had been building between you and the boys for days now.

jungwon, on the other hand, seemed unbothered by the situation. his eyes stayed on you, and every now and then, he’d flash you another one of those smiles, like he knew just how flustered this whole thing was making you.

as you rinsed out the last of the whipped cream from his hair, sunoo stepped up, clearly trying to keep things light. "i think i win for most whipped cream," he said, showing off the sticky mess clinging to his hair.

"you’re definitely in the running," you deadpanned, gesturing for him to duck under the water next.

it took a few minutes, but you finally managed to clean up the two of them, the water running clear as the last of the whipped cream swirled down the drain. by the time you were done, your arms were sore, and you were mentally exhausted.

"alright," you said, stepping back, "all of you are officially whipped-cream-free. now, no more food fights."

heeseung, jungwon, and sunoo all exchanged glances, clearly amused by the whole thing, but you were too tired to care at this point. you were ready for some peace and quiet.

as you turned to leave the bathroom, jungwon called after you, his voice teasing. "you’re the best, y/n. we’ll try not to make too much of a mess next time."

you didn’t even turn around, just waved your hand dismissively as you walked out, hearing their quiet chuckles behind you.

just as you stepped out onto the balcony to hang the laundry, enjoying the brief moment of peace and the fresh air, inside the apartment, the boys were huddled together, voices hushed as they exchanged glances.

"okay, seriously," jake muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. "how the hell does making her do more chores stop her from leaving? i mean… are we really this dumb?"

heeseung leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "it seemed like a good idea at the time… keep her busy, right? maybe she wouldn’t have time to think about leaving if we piled stuff on her plate."

sunghoon, who was slouched next to him, shook his head. "yeah, well, now that i think about it, it’s pretty damn stupid. it’s not like she’s just going to forget about her heat because she’s cleaning up after our mess."

jungwon, who had been sitting quietly, finally spoke up, his brow furrowed in thought. "all we're doing is making her more tired. if anything, it’s probably pushing her further to want to leave and rest somewhere else."

sunoo, leaning against the kitchen counter, let out a low groan. "we’ve only made it worse."

"exactly," niki added, crossing his arms, clearly frustrated. "have you seen her today? she’s already tired as hell."

jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. "and here we are, acting like a bunch of idiots, thinking more chores was the solution."

heeseung’s expression darkened slightly, his jaw tightening. "so what now? we’ve been running her ragged for days, and it’s not like that stopped her from feeling her heat coming."

the room fell silent as they all considered their next steps, each of them realizing how flawed their initial plan had been. the truth was, they’d been so focused on finding ways to keep you busy that they hadn’t even stopped to consider how it might affect you, how it was only delaying the inevitable.

jay, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, finally spoke up. "maybe we need to face reality. she’s going to go into heat, whether we like it or not. and making her do all this stuff isn’t going to change that."

jungwon nodded, sighing heavily. "it’s not going to stop her from leaving either."

niki let out a long breath, glancing toward the balcony where you were hanging clothes. "so, what’s the plan? because this… this isn’t it."

the boys exchanged a series of glances, the reality of the situation hitting them harder than before. their attempts to keep you from leaving hadn’t just been pointless—they might’ve been pushing you away even more.

“or maybe…” jake paused, his eyes flicking around the group before he continued. “maybe we do need to get her heat to come faster.”

the room went silent, every head snapping toward him. sunghoon’s brows furrowed, disbelief etched into his expression. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

jake shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t back down. “think about it. if jay’s right, and she’s already thought about us… maybe we can push her a little, trigger it. if her heat hits, she’d have to give in. we all know how it works.”

jungwon’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and uncertainty washing over his features. “are you crazy? and what do we do if yuki finds out? hell, what if she finds out?”

“he won’t,” jake insisted, leaning forward slightly, his voice low, conspiratorial. “no one has to know. we just… make sure it happens naturally.”

sunoo groaned, running a hand through his hair. “are we seriously considering this? i mean, come on. that’s risky as fuck.”

the room fell into silence again, the weight of the idea sinking in. they knew the consequences, the lines they were about to cross, but the frustration was boiling over. the desire was becoming unbearable, and the idea of waiting felt like torture.

niki was the next to speak, his voice quieter than usual. “are we really going to do this?”

there was a pause, the tension almost suffocating, before heeseung spoke, his voice calm, controlled. “maybe there’s a way… to induce it ourselves.”

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed as he looked at heeseung. “how the hell do you propose we do that?”

heeseung leaned forward, his expression serious. “there are ways to trigger an omega’s heat. it’s all biological. if we push her body just right, get her pheromones reacting to ours, it could tip her over the edge. and once she’s in heat, there won’t be any holding back.”

jungwon shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “this is insane. it’s one thing to talk about it, but… actually making it happen? what if she freaks out?”

heeseung shrugged slightly, though there was a dark edge to his eyes. "we don't know that. if jay’s right and she wants us, then once her heat kicks in, she’ll want it just as badly as we do. she won’t be able to resist.”

jake leaned back, his arms crossed as he considered heeseung’s words. “so, we make it happen. but how?”

heeseung’s eyes darted toward where you were, making sure you were still busy hanging clothes on the balcony before he bolted to his room. the other boys exchanged confused glances, their curiosity piqued. when heeseung returned, holding a blanket in his hands, they all looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“what the hell, man?” jake muttered, eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms.

“wait—just hear me out,” heeseung said quickly, noticing how they were all jumping to conclusions. “we scent this blanket.”

jungwon’s eyes narrowed, confused. “and what? she’s just going to wrap herself in it?”

heeseung rolled his eyes. “no, dumbass. we scent this blanket and then give it to her, subtly. our pheromones are strong enough that if she’s around them for long enough, it might help trigger her heat.”

jake, who had been suspicious of the whole plan at first, suddenly leaned forward, a smirk forming on his lips. “that’s actually smart as hell. but how do we make sure she uses it? it’s not like she’s just going to cuddle up in a random blanket.”

sunghoon scoffed, crossing his arms. “i think she wouldn’t even want to use it if it smells like us. seven alpha scents? that’s overkill for one omega. she could get repulsed, you idiot.”

jake paused, his eyes narrowing as if considering sunghoon’s point. but then, something shifted in his expression, his eyes lighting up as if he’d just had a revelation.

“wait…” he started, a slow grin spreading across his face. “what if we…”

he trailed off, his smirk deepening as the others leaned in, curiosity piqued.

“what if we what?” jungwon asked impatiently.

jake’s smirk widened as he leaned back. “leave that to me.”

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All Bark and No Bite 08

Another early chapter to celebrate my birthday 🥳 i am now a 25 year old child 👧 please enjoy and let me know what you think 💕

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, Hard dom! Chan, suggestive, kissing, dirty thoughts, cursing, fluff, mild dissociation, traditional gender roles, crying (as usual)

WC: 4.1k

MDNI 18+

Hyunjin could, in fact, carry you up two flights of stairs. Now you know better than to doubt his physical prowess. It seemed almost effortless to him to make the trek up with you on his back. The whole time he had you hoisted up you were able to see the muscles in his arms rippling. 

It honestly made you see him in a different light. You had thought he was an attractive man- of course you did- but knowing how strong he was… It made you want to ravish him. See what other muscles he has hidden from you. 

Good thing you were behind him or he would be able to see the gears turning in your mind and the flush in your cheeks. 

He took you right to the closed door of your room. It was concealing whatever your ‘surprise’ was. Hyunjin gently set you down on your shaky legs, grabbing your hand once your feet touched the floor. He lifted your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss to your palm, then leaning in close as if he was going to kiss you. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, anticipating his next move. Instead he only kissed your cheek and whispered smugly, “Don't ever doubt me again, Baby.”

You had a look of ‘wtf’ on your face but he just ignored it, choosing to turn on his heels and head back down the steps. 

Before he went down he turned to you one last time. 

“Oh, the surprise is from Min.” With that he gave you a wink and descended the steps. 

From Minho? That felt slightly odd to you. You had gotten a feeling the beta didn’t care for you much, but maybe you were wrong. Maybe it just took him a minute to warm up to someone. Either way you weren't going to dwell on it, he had gotten you a surprise after all. 

Opening the door to your room you saw many bags sitting on your bed. Not just any bags, they were bags from Euns shop! Walking into your room and closer to the bags you noticed that there were many more than the 5 bags you had before your.. Mishap. There now appeared to be at least 10 bags. 

‘Did Minho get me more clothes?’ You wondered, suddenly overcome with gratitude. While you loved wearing your alphas clothes it would be nice to have some of your own, especially after Chan had literally destroyed your original outfit. You looked through the items left for you, and half of them you definitely didn't pick, but you loved each thing he had grabbed for you. You had been so worried when you were shopping that you would spend too much money, that you didn’t get all the things you had wanted. Looks like Minho paid you great attention though because he had picked things you had desperately wanted. So many pretty dresses and sets. And lingerie? 

Looking at the matching bra and panty sets you just knew there was a dark red blush on your cheeks. What was new though. There were also a few strappy numbers you would usually be way too shy to buy for yourself. It made you remember that you were expected to be shared amongst the pack. 

‘Did Minho want to see me in these racy outfits?’ You might actually have a heart attack at the thought. 

After looking through each bag you sped yourself down the stairs to find Minho. You went down to the second floor where you remembered his room being, finding the door open and him not there. 

You did take a moment to peer inside, though. His room was decorated in deep purples, and had a thick shag rug that almost surrounded the entire room. The space felt very mature and had a lingering scent of the beta. 

Your eyes were starting to close at the intense smell of him, a musky spice that was almost intoxicating. You snapped yourself out of it before you fell too deep into a subspace. No time for that you were on a mission! Next stop was the kitchen. 

You barreled down the next flight of steps, almost tumbling a few times due to your still weak legs, and onto the main floor. You could hear a few soft voices coming from the living room but none sounded like the man you were after. There was a smell of something cooking coming from the kitchen, and when you stepped into the large room there was Minho. He was there stirring some vegetables on the stove. 

He seemed to have heard you enter but before he could greet you, you launched yourself at him pulling him into a hug and smothering your face against his shirt. He seemed stunned for a moment- putting his hands in the air like he was afraid to touch you. It took him a second before he felt himself relax in your hold. 

“Fank you fo the clofes” Your words were almost incoherent against him but he managed to understand. With one hand he patted your head while the other leaned past you and continued stirring the food he was preparing. 

“You needed them. It’s no big deal.” He responded evenly, as if his heart wasn’t beating wildly. 

You pulled back from him with those signature tears “No big deal? Of course it is! You went out of your way for me! And got me even more! I am so grateful to you Minho! I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness.” 

He gave you a small smirk, “You know how you can thank me?” You looked at him with hopeful eyes, shaking your head no. 

“Wipe those pretty tears off your face.” He responded with a small pat to your cheek before turning his attention back to the food. 

You sniffled one more time before nodding and using your palms to wipe your face. It was then that your omega brain noticed he was cooking. That was your job! 

“What are you doing?” You demanded. “I’m supposed to be cooking for you!” You then tried to shove him out of the way but he wasn’t budging. He was surprisingly sturdy. All he did was laugh in response. 

Your lips curled into a pout and you crossed your arms angrily, giving him your best evil eye. It did not phase him at all, instead he just laughed again shaking his head and continuing to cook. You wouldn’t give in though! If the glare wouldn’t work you would try being sweet. 

Unfolding your arms you clasped your hands out in front of you and gave him your best puppy dog pout. 

“Please Min.” You stepped closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder. “It makes me feel useless if I can’t provide something for you guys.” 

Minho felt himself tense up when you touched him again. For some reason your touch was making him nervous. That is until he registered your words.He turned to you with a sternness on his face. 

“Don’t say that.” His voice was borderline harsh. You looked up at him shocked when you heard it. He continued a little softer after seeing your expression, “ You’re not useless, you provide enough” 

‘Or you're going to start soon enough.’ He thought to himself. 

“I like cooking, it's calming to me. If you really want we can split it up and I’ll let you make breakfasts and the occasional dinner.” 

Your eyes shined at the prospect of being allowed to contribute, nodding your head rapidly. You would take anything you could get. “Yes! Thank you Minho!” You hugged him again quickly before skipping out of the kitchen, happy with the agreement. 

The beta called out after you “Tell everyone 5 minutes til’ dinner!” 

“You got it!” 

Wandering back into the living room Felix and Jisung were still lazily strewn on the loveseat but now Changbin and Jeongin were also in there, the group playing Mario kart on the switch that was hooked up to the tv. You stood in the entryway for a moment watching them play. 

It brought back memories of you playing games with your siblings, back when things were simpler. It felt like they were, anyway. You had a pretty normal childhood all things considered. You had a good relationship with your siblings, you had friends, you were doing well in school- fuck, you were even planning on going to college to become a zoologist. You were happy. 

That all changed for you the second you turned 16, when you presented as an omega and had to forget about ever having a normal life. 

You must have been stuck pretty far in your own mind because you didn’t hear Changbin calling your name until he touched your arm in concern. 

“Huh?” You asked as you snapped out of it. 

The alpha had a look of worry etched on his face, “You’ve been standing there in a daze for a few minutes, Baby. Are you ok?” His rough hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into it comfortingly. 

You nodded, “Mmhmm. Sorry, just thinking.” Then you looked past him at everyone in the room, “Minho said dinner was about done.” As you said Changbins stomach let out a loud gurgle, causing the other boys present to burst into chuckles. 

Changbin released your face with a wide grin, “Why didn’t you say so!” Then he cupped his hands over his mouth to project into the entire house. 

“DINNER TIME EVERYONE!” 

You giggled at his antics and everyone made their way into the dining room to enjoy a meal together.

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Dinner was a quieter affair, it seems like everyone was still mellowed out since the joint nap you all took, the tiredness still present. That's not to say it wasn't full of jokes, that will never stop. By the time you had all eaten and cleaned up it was now quite dark outside, the light completely disappearing behind the mountains. 

Even though you slept away most of the day you could still feel the drowsiness behind your eyes. You were sitting in Chan's lap with your head resting against his chest while he joked with the other guys, the tv on in the background but no one was paying any attention to it. 

Your alpha had his hand on your thigh, rubbing slow circles into your warm skin. He could sense you slipping away every now and again, and had decided it was time to take you to bed. You had a big day tomorrow, anyways. 

“Are you ready for bed, omega?” He whispered against your hair, placing a kiss there. 

You gave him a slow nod, “Mmhmm.” He scooped you up into his arms and stood from where you were both seated on the recliner. 

“Say goodnight to the boys, baby.” 

You lightly lifted your hand and gave them a wave, “Goodnight boys.” 

“Goodnight, Baby!” They chorused, with Jisung adding in a little “I’ll miss you!” there at the end.

The tired giggle you let out almost made their hearts stop beating. It was so cute. “Miss you too Ji.”   

Chan carried you up the stairs and into his room where he set you gently in his bed. You immediately nuzzled yourself into his comforter. He spoke softly to you, “Before you fall asleep there's something we have to talk about, Baby.” 

There was a sudden inkling of anxiety in your stomach. Have you done something wrong? Were you being too much? What if he- You were brought out of your thoughts by Chan placing a chaste kiss on your mouth. 

“I can almost see your brain running a million miles an hour, nothing is wrong Omega.” You felt yourself relax at his reassurance. “I was actually going to check in with you, about how you are feeling about the pack. And about what we had discussed a few days ago.” His hands were back on your thighs,  the heat of his strong hands igniting something inside of you. “The other boys are quite fond of you, you know that baby?” He was staring deep into your eyes, smirking as if he could see how his hands were making you feel. 

“I-I like them too.” You stuttered. you kept your answer vague, scared if you revealed how they make you truly feel it would upset the Alpha. 

He hummed, his hands hiking up even higher-inching closer and closer to your core. He paused his movements, “ How much do you like them, my love? Do you like them enough to let them touch you like this?” 

You were apprehensive to answer him, so he pressed further. “You know, if you're worried I’d be mad or jealous, that’s not something you have to be concerned about. In fact, I would prefer it if you wanted them like they want you.” He smirked at the hitch in your breath. 

“And how do they want me, Alpha?”  The words were almost a whisper as they left you, your tone breathy. 

Chan let out a purr, “ They want you in all the ways I do.” His hands inched up ever closer but still not reaching. He leaned in close, his mouth almost on yours. 

“Will you let them have you? Will you be a good omega and please your pack?” 

The hesitancy was gone from you as you rapidly nodded at his questions, desperate for him. 

“Yes Alpha. They can have all of me. Whatever they want I will give to them.” 

“Good girl.” He praised, slotting his mouth over yours and finally letting his fingers find your core. The rough pads of his fingertips lightly rubbed over your (his) underwear, feeling the accumulating wetness that was making a dark spot. You let out a stuttering moan at his touch, hips instinctually raising to meet the touch. 

He hummed, grinning devilishly “ Does my sweet omega like that?” He pressed harder against your pussy, pushing the fabric between your folds. 

Nodding quickly you responded “Yes Alpha.” 

Chan then placed his lips back on yours, his hand pulling away and finding the band of the underwear. He hooked his thumbs under each side and slowly dragged the garment down your thighs, his tongue running along the inside of your lips begging for entrance. You gave it to him gladly. 

Once he had completely pulled the boxers from you he pulled his lips back slightly, still touching but not kissing. “You’re still too sore to take me, but I just have to reward my baby for being such a good girl.” His lips starting trailing wet kisses down your throat and continuing down your stomach where he lifted his shirt to reveal your breasts to him. 

You were squirming in at his touch, eager to feel his mouth on you where you needed him most. 

The alpha settled himself between your legs, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You were absolutely leaking. The crystalline liquid drips out of you causing the room to fill with the scent of you. 

“Who made you like this, Baby?” He asked in between sloppy kisses to your thighs. 

“Yo-you did, alpha.” You responded, panting in anticipation. 

“Hmmm just me?” His eyes found yours, as if challenging your words. “ Are you sure about that?”

You paused, trying to find an answer. “Umm..” 

He nipped at your soft thigh skin, leaving a red mark in his wake. “ You can be honest with me, omega. Have you thought about any of the other boys this way? Thought about any of them putting their mouths on your wet little pussy?” His tongue stuck out and he gave your clit a teasing lick. 

“Alpha please.” There was no way you could answer that. You were too mortified at the prospect. 

He growled at your avoidance “ Answer me, omega. You will get nothing if you don’t tell me what I want to hear. Do you think about them eating you like this?” He gave you another bite on the opposite side. 

“Yes!” You couldn’t take it anymore. Morals be damned. “Yes, Alpha I have. m’ sorry!” Hands gripping the sheets below you. 

At your honesty Chan licked a long strip starting at your hole up to your clit. The moan you let out was otherworldly, your hands finding his dark hair and yanking on the strands. 

You tasted divine. Like the sweetest nectar from the ripest fruits. Chan felt his eyes roll to the back of his head at the taste. 

“Please, alpha.” You begged, wanting- needing - to feel him again. At your pleads he dove into you, his tongue shoving its way into you looking for more of your sweetness. His lips found the little bundle of nerves and wrapped around it giving it a harsh suck. 

“FUCK!” You bucked your hips, shoving him further into your pussy. 

In retaliation he nipped at your clit and let out a deep growl, a glare in his eyes as they found yours. “Stay still or I will stop and leave you here with nothing. Do you understand me?” 

You let out a quiet “Mmhmm” and his fingers came up to replace his mouth, rubbing tight circles on you. 

“Tell me who you’ve thought about this with, baby?” 

Your own hands left his hair and covered your face in embarrassment. “I can’t. It’s too much.” 

Chans other hand that wasn't on your core reached up and roughly yanked your hands from your face, him now gripping the underside of your chin to turn your head to face him. Your eyes now locked on his as if he was seeing into your soul looking for answers. 

“You will tell me, omega.” He was using an alpha command on you, since you were bonded to him you couldn’t refuse no matter how much you wanted too. 

“Jisung.” You cried. “Was t-thinking about it earlier, Alpha.” More slick was leaking out of you at your admittance. This display of dominance shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. 

Chan gave you that predatory grin, pleased with your answer. “Sungie huh? How did 

I know it was gonna be him. Good omega.” 

He returned his mouth to you, this time with renewed vigor. His finger found its way inside of you, rubbing your walls with the calloused digit while his lips sucked you into the next dimension. 

You were squealing and moaning, unable to contain the animalistic sounds that escaped you. The knot in your stomach was starting to form, all you needed was one push and you would be a goner. As if he could sense it, Chan slipped another finger inside of you causing you to topple over the edge. 

You came with a long drawn out moan, Chan not letting up for even a second until your convulsions ceased. He wanted to drain you dry and that's what he had done. 

Once you stopped shaking and were finally able to catch your breath Chan pulled away from you-  his face soaked with your essence. “You taste so good, omega.” His fingers slipped out of you and he lifted them to your mouth. “Go on, taste yourself.” He urged. Your mouth opened wide enough for him to stick the digits in. Your tongue swirled around them, collecting the wetness. He couldn't help himself, he shoved his fingers further down your throat holding them there while you gagged around him. You didn’t fight him though, and just let him do whatever he pleased with you, like the good little doll you were. 

Chan pressed a sweet peck to your stomach before  removing his fingers from your mouth and crawling up to be face to face with you. When he was at eye level you grabbed him forcefully, connecting your lips with him and tasting more of your juices that lingered on his mouth. 

He was the first to pull away after a few seconds, nuzzling your noses together and just breathing each other in. 

“You did so good for me, baby. Thank you for being honest with me.” He was running his hands softly along your sides. 

“You’re welcome alpha.” You responded quietly. “You’re not mad are you?” 

He would have scoffed if you weren't so fragile right now. 

“No baby of course not. It makes me happy you want him like that.” 

Your shining eyes looked hopeful, “It does?” 

“Mmm yes baby. You are theirs just as you are mine. Soon you’ll come to see it that way too.” You nodded at his words, the exhaustion now taking over. “Let's get you tucked in. You have a big day tomorrow. We have a few things to do in town tomorrow.” You nodded once more and let him tuck you in under his blankets. He placed a delicate smooch on your lips then forehead, and you were out like a light. 

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Once you were asleep Chan sent a group text for a pack meeting out on the back patio. It was a warm night and he didn’t need you snooping in on this conversation if you were to wake up. He watched you slumber for a moment, taking in your peaceful features. He really did feel so lucky to have you. Everyday you proved yourself to be his dream girl. 

He gave it another moment then made his way down the steps and outside where the other members were waiting for him, lounging on the outside furniture.A few of them gave the elder sly smiles, they could all hear exactly what the alpha had just been doing with you. Chan just rolled his eyes and smirked at their looks. 

 Chan took a seat on the ottoman by the sliding door, “Alright, I was wondering if anyone had any more problems we need to work through.” He scanned everyone's faces, “ I know it hasn’t been the smoothest of sailing the last few days but I think from here on out it will be better for everyone.” There were nods of agreement at his words. 

Changbin was the first to speak, “How is she settling in? I hope we haven't been too.. Abrasive.”

Seungmin snorted, “That's rich coming from you.”

The alpha looked at him incredulously, “I am not that bad! Not as bad as your other fellow betas!” and pointed to Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin who all looked at him in disbelief at being called out. 

“Hey, that's not fair! We’re a sensitive bunch and she's a sensitive girl! She needs us!” Hyunjin protested, the other two nodding furiously in agreement. 

“Yeah she likes our kisses!” Jisung chimed in, then looked to Chan for confirmation. “Right hyung?”

“That’s another reason I wanted to call you all out here. Turns out she’s not as innocent as she lets on. She’s been having quite naughty thoughts about you boys.” Chan's smirk never left his face as he spoke. He watched each one of them have a reaction at his words. 

Jeongin sputtered out “Is-is that okay with you Chan?” He was nervous his leader would change his mind and now be mad about it. 

“Oh more than ok Innie.” Chan reassured him. “I have a feeling soon enough our little omega is going to be pretty insatiable and to be honest it would be a lot easier for me to have others to help take care of her needs. I mean, fuck, especially during her next heat it will be nice to have some help. My dick is still raw from that little minx.” 

There was a collective groan at the prospect. They would have given anything to be there for the first one. 

“While we’re talking about it there are a few things i want to discuss. As far as a claiming bite goes, it would be ok with me if you did bite her. Just not on the neck. And no cumming in her until we get her on some non-harmful birth control. I’d like to have time with her before we bring kids into the equation.”

They all nodded in understanding, agreeing with the alpha.

“Has she said who she's thought about, Channie?” Felix questioned with a dark flush on his face. 

Chan tosses his head back and forth as if pondering the question, before answering teasingly “I may have gotten one out of her.” The beta looked hopeful. “Buuuuut I think I’ll let you guys figure it out.” 

Felix pouted, crossing his arms. Minho was sat next to him and pinched his cheek, cooing at the younger beta. 

“Aww lixie don’t pout. You know it's probably you.” 

The red in Felixs’ cheeks darkened even more as he smacked Minhos hand away. 

“I think it’s me!” Changbin boasted 

“Nah, you should have seen her face after I carried her up the stairs earlier. Gotta be me.” Hyunjin said convincingly. 

 The boys just went back and forth, all trying to figure out who is the first one to catch your attention, not knowing it was literally all of them. 

It was pure entertainment for Chan and Minho as they watched the others bicker. 

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[yndrgrl]

"please don't go, i love you so, my lovely"

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[welcome] to my blog! how are you feeling today? i am the owner of this blog, feel free to call me whatever you want! i go by all pronouns, but people mostly use she/her haha. my specialty is yandere (obviously) but i do love me some good cutesy romance! when i'm not writing, you can find me on a mat wrestling, lifting weights at the gym, or at my desk journaling :)

[warnings]: i will say that my yandere works are fairly soft compared to other yandere interpretations, but i will warn you that i typically write obsessive behaviors, stalking, & smut. any other warnings you should be aware of are included in the fanfics themselves.

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[masterlist]: all my fics are located below :)

LONG ASS FICS.

"i think about you all the fuckin' time" -> link

your classmate, yandere! bakugou, has a major crush on you. nsfw.

"so tell me, if you feel the same" -> link

bakugou had a glowup during summer break. sfw.

"i want you. all of you" -> link

new bf! bakugou helps his bunnygirl gf, you. nsfw.

"you think you're all that?" -> link

yandere! bakugou uses you to get to your friend but falls for you instead. nsfw.

"you're just our type" -> link

you gym crushes, yandere! kiribaku, finally make a move. nsfw.

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n" -> link

your new job is to nanny yandere! aizawa's cute kid. nsfw.

"i'm busy fucking! " -> link

you are promoted to assistant for your boss, yandere! bakugou. nsfw.

"just swallow your pride & ask like a good girl" -> link

your enemy, yandere! bakugou, is possessive over you. nsfw.

"you think you're so clever, huh?" -> link

your mission, as a spy, is to bring mafia boss, yandere! dabi. nfsw.

-more coming soon... <3

CUTE LIL DRABBLES.

"an idiot" -> link

bakugou has a crush on you, & you're dense. sfw.

"oh, how i adore you, y/n" -> link

you & bakugou's relationship dynamic. sfw.

"no one calls me sweet, like... ever" -> link

you believe that bakugou is too sweet for you. sfw.

-more coming soon... <3

HEADCANNONS FOR YO ASS.

"you better stfu or else you'll be in so much trouble" -> link

step bro! bakugo x step sis! reader. nsfw.

"tell me you're mine forever, baby girl" -> link

dilf! bakugou x barista! reader. nsfw.

"wonder how far you'll go to stop us" -> link

bullies! kiribaku x reader. nsfw.

-more coming soon... <3

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[i will not write] the traditional yandere x darling stuff where the yandere tortures their darling. i also do not write heavily forced nsfw content & heavily unwilling reader because i want my fics to be indulgent, not traumatic. i also refuse to write homophobia, racism, any sort of hate towards a group of people, p3do shit, necrophilia, scat, urine, & feet (it freaks me out haha).

[i do write] dark romance, bdsm, degrading & praising, somnaphilia, dom/sub dynamics, power play, voyerism, abo stuff, other au's, & reasonable age gaps (teacher/student, boss/employee, etc). i will write coercion & light unwilling-to-willing reader. if i didn't mention anything, but you want me to write some other kink, feel free to message me & i'll let you know if i'll write it or not :)

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[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more Omegaverse fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**

Face Your Fears || @sadaveniren || 92.2k Omegaverse, Baker Harry, Famous/Non Famous, Misunderstandings, KidFic, Mpreg, Slowburn, Angst

Violent Delights || @ohpleaselarry || 76k Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Regency, Prince Louis, Prince Harry, Rapunzel-Esque

The Cottage || @holdingontochaos || 70.6k ** Omegaverse, Strangers to Lovers, Small Towns, Artist Louis, Farmer Harry, Sick Louis, Touch Deprivation, Neighbours, Soulmate AU

Seeing Blind || zedi || 46.7k Omegaverse, Rut Bar, Blind Louis, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry

picking up the pieces || @falsegoodnight || 37.6k Omegaverse, Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Fake Relationship, High School Reunions

Follow Your Arrow || @ladyaj-13 || 36.2k  Omegaverse, Pack Dynamics, Canon Divergent, Touch Deprivation

Sometimes You Just Know || @2tiedships2 || 33.8k  Omegaverse, Soulmates, Exes to Lovers, Nesting

Blush || @dip-lou-in-honey || 33.4k Historical AU, Omegaverse, Period Typical Sexism

Leave Your Mark On Me || @kingsofeverything || 32k  Omegaverse, Restaurant AU, Fake Bonds, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

An Alpha For Christmas || IceQueenRia || 28.1k Christmas, A/B/O, Fake Relationship, Neighbour AU

never been a fan of change, but we're still the same || @onlythebravest || 27.1k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, College AU, Hurt/Comfort, Drops, Nesting

only guilty of loving you || sweetrevenge || 22.1k Omegaverse, Scents, You’ve Got Mail AU

Pretty in Pink || lovelarry10 || 18.8k Omegaverse, Alpha Harry. Omega Louis, Feminine Harry, Friends to Lovers

Empty Nest || @littleroverlouis || 16.4k Omegaverse, Mpreg, Nesting, Established Relationship, Fluff

Prince Harry and the Expert in Motorcycle Maintenance || @juliusschmidt || 15.9k  Omegaverse, Crack, Royalty, Cinderella Story

balance between you and me || @beckydoesthings || 15.2k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Businessmen, Courting Rituals

The Checkout || @silverstuff50 || 12.2k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Awkward Flirting, Fluff

Smells Like Omega Spirit || @lululawrence || 11.7k Omegaverse, Misunderstandings, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Scene Neutralizers

you're the one that I'm dreamin' of (you're the one that I love) || @suckerforhome || 11.7k ** Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Dynamics, Famous/Non Famous, Musician Harry, Make Up Artist Louis, Exes to Lovers (ish)

Stumbling Into Your Arms ABO verse || @sunshineandthemoonlight || 11.3k - 2 parts Omegaverse, College AU, Train AU, Fluff

Where Do We Go Now || @jaerie || 10.6k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, College Au, Roommates to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Human World

Enter the Rose Garden || @angelichl || 10.3k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, Soft Heat, Pining

Half a World Away || @silverstuff50 || 9.8k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Enemies/Friends to Lovers, Heat, Hiking

14 Days of Valentine’s || @stylesthebrave || 9.3k  Omegaverse, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Established Relationship, Courting

a body wishes to be held & held || turnyourankle || 9.1k  Omegaverse, Coworkers to Lovers, Pining, Heat/Rut

The Coach Tommo Universe || @enchantedlandcoffee || 8.8k Omegaverse, Kid Fic, Fluff and Smut, Bakery Owner Harry

I’d Walk Through Fire For You (Just Let Me Adore You) || @neondiamond || 8.3k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, Firefighter Louis

There With Open Arms || @cupcakentea || 7.6k Omegaverse, Beta Louis, Omega Harry, Dropping

Dance With Your demons || @pocketsunshineharry || 6.7k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort

Almost Misheard || @tommokat || 6.5k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers

Everything I need, I get from you || @lunarheslwt || 6.4k Omegaverse, Anxious Harry, Established Relationship, Valentine's Day

Something Blue & Someone New || @littleroverlouis || 6.1k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Courting, Neighbor AU

Take My Hand, Dumbass || @londonfoginacup || 5.9k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers

Perfect, For Now || @parmahamlarrie || 4.9k Omegaverse, Neighbor AU, New Towns, Touch Starvation, Misunderstandings

Open Up Your Honey Pot || @polaroidlouis || 4.8k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Frat Boy Louis, Service Top Louis

In an octopus's garden with you || louisismycat || 4.6k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Established Relationship, Autistic Harry, Fluff & Comfort

Feel the Heat Through Your Phone || @larry-hiatus || 4.3k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Phone Sex, Heat

The Cat that Got the Cream || @suesheroll || 4.2k Omegaverse, Virgin Harry, Friends to Lovers

Wanna Make Your Body Numb || @letthemusicmoveyou28 || 3.8k Omegaverse, Dom/Sub, Club Owner Louis, Established Relationship

Wordplay 2023: there his charming nest doth lay || @bottomhaztoplou || 3.8k ** Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Nesting, Domestic Fluff

I need you right now, baby (won’t you come home?) || @non-binharry || 3.3k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Heist, Humor

No (Birth) Control || @haztobegood || 2.8k Omegaverse, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Plot

and it was love at first blush || @bottomhaztoplou || 2.4k Omegaverse, Historical AU, Ballroom Dancing, Courtship, Courting Rituals

Simply the Nest (Better Than All The Rest) || @homosociallyyours || 2.2k Omegaverse, Strangers to Lovers, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Nesting

listen to me, butterfly || wherewestwood || 2.1k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Canon, Nesting

I Trust You || @neondiamond || 1.8k  Established Relationship, Omegaverse, Ace Harry, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis

I’ve secretly always wanted to be yours (and for you to be mine) || @bottomhaztoplou || 1.6k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Heat/Rut, Older Louis, High School AU

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝘼𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖!𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙤)

꒰ྀི ᥫ᭡ 𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 Despite being semi aware of his and his siblings existence, that’s all he knows. Choso not only has to navigate being fully alive, but he has to understand his role as the older brother, and understand his role as an alpha.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Omegaverse/ABO dynamics, SPOILERS, scenting, nesting, Kenjaku and him being a questionable dad, Mahito being… himself really, mentions of sex/ heats and ruts, mentions of porn watching, gn!reader, reader is Gojo’s sibling (you decide if biological or not), reader’s dynamic is not specified but hinted you’re either an alpha or omega, angst, bittersweet ending, vague threat alluding to sa not made by Choso but Kenjaku, grief.

𝘼/𝙉 It’s finally here (on my tumblr anyway lol)! This is more of a character study for Choso that I wanted to do, and because I also wanted to do an omegaverse piece. Reader and Choso interact later down the line, and the last bit is just the Reader’s perspective. Not too confident with the last bit but I’m ready to be done lol. Idk if I should have the minors dni warning cause there’s nothing super explicit here, but I’d say this is probably for a mature audience? I’ll be lenient but I’d rather not see a 13 year old like this🤣. But I hope y’all enjoy this! Also thank you for your patience!𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ꒱ྀི

꒰ྀི𝙒𝘾: 5,232 ꒱ྀི

꒰ྀི 𝙏𝙖𝙜(𝙨) 🏷️ ꒱ྀི @staygoldsquatchling02

THE first breath of life is usually a special, momentous moment.

Sometimes it’s the start of a miserable existence where a soul must struggle before finding the sweet taste of… Whatever it is.

But for Chōsō, it’s more disorienting than anything, and the main thing on his mind is his family.

Chōsō and the rest of his siblings have been aware of each other, almost as if they’re connected by a mind link, but there’s no words to be said nor heard. It’s just a faint thrumming, almost like the thin strands of a spider's web being plucked.

The death painting cared not for anything else outside of his siblings.

That is until he had to when he took his first official breath.

Chōsō awakens to two people in front of him; two men with various smiles plastered on their faces. One a mild smile with slight interest in his eyes with ink black hair cascaded down past his shoulders, a scar across his forehead and dressed in some traditional getup.

And the other has giddy, dual colored eyes seemingly bright with.. Something that makes him feel a bit uncomfortable. He’s got dull blue hair and stitches in various spots on his body.

After briefly studying their appearance, scents infiltrate his nose. A wave of multiple things and so overwhelmingly strong that it makes his skin itch and belly clench.

On one hand there’s a mix of spicy, and smoky with hints of sweetness, and on the other hand it’s sour and bittersweet.

Chōsō covers his nose before becoming slightly infatuated with his new appendage. Too pale skin with a few bulging veins. He wiggles his fingers before a voice finally speaks up.

“You’re finally awake, Chōsō,” the dark haired man speaks, his voice giving Chōsō the feeling like something creeps up his spine, but he’s not sure if it’s a pleasant feeling or something dreadful.

Chōsō blinks at him cluelessly, purple eyes mirroring each other as they look at one another, but eventually Chōsō can see a hint of delight in the others eyes, but his face remains composed.

The man with the stitches giggles, the sound being higher pitched compared to the ink haired man.

Chōsō looks at the other with a bit of confusion.

“Ignore him, but I’ll cut to the chase. Your name is Chōsō and you are the oldest of 9 siblings.”

Chōsō finds himself nodding, being aware of this knowledge, but he does not interrupt him.

“Behind you are Esō and Kechizu.”

Chōsō whips his head around, his heart swelling as he watches the vessels slowly morph until they’re at their final shape.

His beloved younger brothers…

The reasons for him to strive to be the best role model and pave the right path for them and them alone, no matter the mistakes he’s bound to make.

His responsibility…

“You are responsible for them and each other,” the man continued from behind him.

The man with dual colored eyes wanders closer, crouching down near Esō and Kechizu. He reaches out and pokes at them carelessly, the action infuriating Chōsō to a high degree. He acts before he could comprehend what he's doing, his hand smacking the other’s away and a rancorous snarl spilling from within his throat, startling himself. His eyes are wide and he touches his throat, the pad of his middle, ring, and index fingers pressing at his Adam’s apple.

The man that was prodding at his brothers only cackles. “Oh, he didn’t like that!”

“Mahito, I suggest not testing him too much. He’s an alpha that doesn’t know how to control himself, and I certainly won’t help if you get hurt because you couldn’t stop running your mouth,” the other man warns, not sounding concerned in the slightest.

The unserious man, Mahito, scoffs. “Oh please, Getō, I’m not scared of some untrained alpha mutt.”

Chōsō is left even more confused, but he’s not insulted, instead he focuses on hovering over his brothers, not wanting Mahito to touch them again.

Now that he’s more present, he can tell who’s smell is who. Mahito’s is the one that smells sour and bittersweet, while Getō is the smoky, sweet and spicy one. It’s still overwhelming to smell them both, the urge to snap at both of them was strong, but he was not going to break composure again unless necessary.

Esō and Kechizu’s scents were slowly coming to life, their scents not being bothersome to Chōsō.

Esō smells faintly of something soft, floral, and sweet, but underneath that it’s death.

And Kechizu’s scent is earthy, metallic, and also smells of death underneath it all, but his scent is not as strong as everyone else’s.

They’re perfect in his eyes.

Chōsō holds their hands as they wake up, his gaze almost blank but there’s a touch of softness there in those dark purple eyes of his.

“Hello younger brothers,” he greets, his voice dull while his hands hold theirs tenderly.

“You’re Esō,” he directs to his brother who looks like an unearthly human.

He then looks to his other brother who looks less human. “And you’re Kechizu.”

Esō and Kechizu smile at him and wrap their arms around him, their scents meshing together and onto each other’s skin like a semi permanent tattoo.

Seeing their smile, and feeling their warmth… Chōsō wants to make sure he keeps them safe and happy.

Mahito scoffs and Chōsō is alerted.

“Chōsō is the only one that looks good. How come the other two look so gross?”

Another cord of uncontrollable anger surges through him, but he restrains himself enough that only a small growl leaves his throat, purple eyes glaring pins and needles into Mahito who looks like he couldn’t care less.

Esō’s scent suddenly grows foul, permeating through the room and alerting everyone.

It further pisses Chōsō off but before he could lose the little amount of control he has, Getō cuts in calmly.

“Where are my manners? I’m Getō Suguru, and I’m sure you heard me address him as Mahito. Before we let the three settle in I have more to discuss with you.”

Chōsō noticed while Getō was talking that he had a way to command his attention even though Chōsō was far more focused on making sure his brothers were okay, especially Esō.

Getō goes on to talk about his plans for the world and wants them to join in his cause. Chōsō frankly does not care, as long as he and his siblings can live peacefully in this “new world”.

“We’ll join under one condition,” Chōsō declared once Getō was finished with his speech.

Said man’s smile grows an inch. “Go on and name your condition.”

Chōsō speaks firmly, never once wavering as he and Getō stare each other in the eyes. “As long as my brothers, as well as our other siblings, can live peacefully in the end of all of this, we’ll cooperate.”

Getō looks like he expected nothing less from the ill looking man. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Seeming that it seems to be a deal, he nods before speaking again. “Now then, what is with you calling me an alpha?”

“Ah yes! I will give you books on your biologies and as well as get you and Esō the proper medications you’ll need.”

Mahito gags, toying with his hair. “Those pesky suppressants. Who even needs those when they end up becoming a problem later?”

Chōsō’s eyes fly open with alarm, his purple orbs darting over to Getō and narrowing slightly, silently demanding an explanation.

Getō waves off his gaze, still having that carefree expression of his. “That’s years and years down the line.” Then he suddenly pins Chōsō with a knowing stare, looking a little arrogant now. “Esō is an omega and without them he could get hurt. You wouldn’t want that now would you?”

Chōsō swallows and only gives him a stiff nod, the terms still lost on him, but if the medication can keep Esō stable for now, that’s all he needs to know. He’ll figure out another solution later when he’s more knowledgeable.

Getō then guides the three beings into a room and inside there’s a large bed, small wooden desks beside the bed, light fixtures, a tv, empty bookshelf, a standing mirror, and a fuzzy couch. On the bed there’s a pile of random articles of clothing and some shoes that the siblings wander over to.

“This will be your living space, when you’re able to go outside feel free to buy anything to liven the place up more,” Getō advises, remaining at the doorway. “I’ll let you three get dressed and I’ll be back shortly.”

The siblings don’t acknowledge him, focused on finding the right pieces of clothing for themselves.

And Chōsō finally runs into his first problem as an older brother. When Esō was trying his first set of clothes on, he was absolutely horrified when he saw what was on his back. His scent soured and stunk up the room, drowning Chōsō and Kechizu.

Esō moves away from the standing mirror, keeping his back away from his brothers, his eyes slightly welling up. “I look disgusting!” he gasps, a million thoughts and scenarios passing through his eyes and it makes Chōsō panic and clam up. He wants to help him immediately, but when he takes a step towards him, he’s lost on what to even say.

“Esō don’t be so harsh on yourself. Kechizu nor I even batted an eye on what’s on your back. You’re not disgusting,” Chōsō explains to him, his voice blunt but with a twinge of gentleness.

Esō's expression softens but he looks off to the side, his attention elsewhere again. He shakes his head and moves to the pile of clothes again. “Please.. Don’t look at my back.”

“But-.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Please, Ani…”

Chōsō wants to push, but hearing the pleading in Esō’s voice makes him reluctantly sigh and let it go. He only wants to make his brothers happy, and if Esō doesn’t want to talk about it, fine. He’ll have to trust that whenever Esō’s ready he’ll come talk to him.

“I don’t think I want to wear any of these,” Kechizu chimes in before the silence could swallow them. “It’s not like I’ll be able to walk out in public anyways,” he adds with a shrug and tossing the shirt in his hand, not having a care in the world about that fact.

Chōsō hopes that Kechizu keeps that attitude because he doesn’t even know how to help Esō with his current situation.

“That’s fine,” Chōsō murmurs, admiring some boots that were on the bed.

Once dressed to their liking, Esō’s smell had gradually turned back to normal, easing the other two.

“Are you both comfortable?” Chōsō checks in.

“We’re fine!” Esō replies while Kechizu nods with a smile. “Are you?”

Chōsō nods with a hum. “I want you both to have the bed. The couch will be fine with me.”

They tried to argue and insist that he could also take the bed with them, but Chōsō insisted that he already took a liking to the couch anyways. Since the younger siblings knew there was no way to change Chōsō’s mind, they give up, settling down onto the bed.

“What do you think of all of this?” Esō eventually asks.

“All I care about is my family,” Chōsō answers without hesitation. “We live for each other, and as your older brother I’ll do my best to keep you both happy and safe.”

‘I will set a good example for them like I’m meant to. Even if I stumble along the way..’

“And we’ll keep you safe and happy!” Kechizu declares with Esō nodding with his arms crossed.

“That won’t be necessary but I appreciate it,” he says softly, lips curling up slightly. “Your happiness makes me happy.”

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door before it opens, revealing Getō with books and a bag of medicine in hand like he promised. “Here you all go,” he says, handing them off to Chōsō.

Chōsō stares at the book that was on top: “Alpha Biology 101 For Dummies.”

“Whenever you three are ready the rest of us will be out here,” he says before gliding away once more.

As Chōsō learns to grasp what life is now for him and his brothers, he soon learns the meaning of what are alphas, betas, and omegas.

Kechizu is a beta. People with this dynamic don’t have to take suppressants like alphas and omega have to to regulate sexual urges. Their scent is not as overpowering, and… Well… In simple terms they’re basic.

Not his words.

Now onto omegas. Omegas were highly sought after, spoken of like they’re prized treasures. They have heats that occur and are said to be “submissive” and the “caregivers” of society. Lot of the texts in the books he was given speak of omegas being frail and are made to be infantilized. It was weird, and it made him feel dread in the pit of his gut as he thought of either of his brothers being treated that way.

Chōsō was conflicted about what was being told to him from the books, and his own analysis from being around his brothers, Mahito, and omegas outside the hideout.

Mahito and Esō were not submissive. While Esō is sensitive that does not mean that he’s submissive. He’s clever and likes to dominate the room and anyone that tries to walk over him. Just as long as no one speaks or gazes upon the face on his back he’s fine.

Mahito… He’s playful, sadistic, and dominates the room, especially those he considers inferior. He’s anything but fragile and doesn’t need protection. The world is his playground and he doesn’t care who gets hurt or what gets broken by him.

Chōsō knows there’s not a caring bone in his body.

If anything.. Kechizu, despite being a beta, had what the textbook would describe as “omegan behavior”…

Even while he people watched he could see that what was said in the textbook was so… Wrong. Outdated.

It all just seems to be one big insult to omegas while only slightly uplifting them.

But Chōsō takes the basics so that he’s got a foot to stand on when taking care of Esō's and his omegan needs. And of course he made mistakes along the way, and at first he’s hard on himself when it comes to forgiveness.

Esō likes to nest with minimalistic things, even though he’s somewhat forced too since the brothers don’t have much to begin with. Esō also isn’t a perfectionist when it comes to his nest. He just wants one or two items that belong to his brothers and somewhere comfortable. He’s not big on constant need of physical touch, something he snapped at Chōsō for when he tried to coddle him a little too much. He does however like to wear bracelets that have Chōsō and Kechizu’s scent on them. It’s something he never likes to take off unless they need to be rescented. Those bracelets keep him happy just as much as being in his brother’s presence.

But finally onto alphas…

Alphas seemingly have too much power. They’re viewed as dominant, aggressive, and almost as gods, and the superior beings of the world. Like omegas they have heats, but they’re called ruts.

But once again, Chōsō goes off what he sees amongst Getō, Jōgo, himself, and people outside.

Chōsō has yet to really lose his senses, unless it comes to his family. But he’s not possessive of anything, outwardly aggressive, and he doesn’t even look like a typical alpha, something Jōgo mumbled about once with Mahito also agreeing halfheartedly.

Chōsō also doesn’t bother to assert himself when it comes to Jōgo or Getō.

Jōgo every now and then tries it, but Getō asserts himself elegantly without doing much effort, and he mocks Jōgo when he fails.

There’s also a big aspect on sexual urges and he himself hasn’t crossed that path and neither has his brothers.

Even when he accidentally walked in on Mahito cackling about the porn he was watching- although the obscene noises startled him- it overall did nothing to him.

Briefly he does wonder if something is wrong with him, but in the end he doesn’t care enough. He appreciates that he doesn’t have to deal with it because it’ll just get in his way.

Chōsō believes he has a decent understanding of all the dynamics, but he has no interest in telling anyone how they should behave. It’s not his place and he sees no point in it.

People watching has helped, but soon it starts to take a toll on him. Looking at the humans… He has no hatred towards them, but looking at them constantly reminds him how his other siblings will not be welcomed. Only he can walk around without much problem, and that sucks.

So eventually he stops going out so much, keeping himself at the hideout and leaving only when necessary.

He just hopes that following Getō’s plans doesn't come to bite him in the ass later…

But unfortunately the universe isn’t so kind to him. While playing a silly little board game with the other residents, Chōsō feels like his heart was being gripped so tight while simultaneously being slowly torn apart and beating rapidly, his mind flashing with images. He ignores Mahito’s whining and barely even moved to respond to Getō when he asked if he was okay.

“Both… Both of my brothers just died,” he says, his voice heavy. His scent is sour and oozing from him, causing Mahito to complain more before he’s distracted by something Getō says.

Chōsō breaks through the static when he feels Getō’s hand on his shoulder, gazing at him with a slight look of sympathy. The game board was already cleared up and everyone else was gone, leaving them alone.

“Let’s go retrieve their bodies,” Getō orders lightly.

Chōsō blinks at him, a little stunned he’s willing to even do that for him. He just nods, his throat thick with saliva. Or maybe it’s bile.

As they walk together Getō never once walks ahead, just remains at Chōsō’s side. His scent wraps around him as if to comfort him, and he still doesn’t know what to make of it, but it does keep him grounded and… It feels nice.

But surely he’s not trying to act like a father to him. Getō’s not soft either.

Chōsō pushes it aside for now the moment he sees his dead brothers laid up next to one another. That’s when the tears suddenly came.

Tears continuously drip down his pale cheeks, never ceasing even as he tries to swipe them away. He falls to his knees and hugs their bloodied bodies into him, sobbing and begging for their forgiveness for not being there and saving them.

He felt their fear and it was sickening. He felt everything up until they took their last breaths.

Chōsō whimpers that he’ll avenge them. He’ll slaughter Yūji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki for what they’ve done.

Getō watches with a soft expression, his lips quirked just slightly with wicked twinkle in his eyes. He reaches over to lightly ruffle Chōsō’s head, comforting him and letting him grieve.

After properly burying his brothers, Chōsō started caring less and less about the plain, the only thing truly fueling him being revenge.

So during the fight with Gojō Satoru in the Shibuya subway he hardly put much effort into it, letting Jōgo and Hanami take the lead and do the heavy lifting.

From Getō, Chōsō has been made aware just how strong he is, and Chōsō has no wish to die by his hands. His quarrel is not with him and he doesn’t want Gojō to be in his way.

Especially not when he’s so close to his brothers’ killers.

Just when Chōsō can find himself falling asleep due to sheer boredom and from his legitimate lack of sleep, a sudden scent wafts in the air and punches him straight in the lungs, his pupils slowly widening. There’s a sudden electricity running through his veins and he’s become alert, head swiveling around.

It’s a scent so alluring and it floats around the subway, slowly becoming stronger, and standing out amongst the gore and sour rot. It comes closer until his head is snapped to the side, a foot quite literally snapping him out of it.

Chōsō grunts as he crashes to the ground, and when he looks at his attacker he’s once again stupefied.

“This right here is Gojō Satoru’s sibling. A special grade just like him. Do be careful if you happen to cross paths,” Getō warns before slipping the photo back into his pocket.

Chōsō only grunts, his disinterested eyes moving off to the side.

The air around them is almost electric and soon enough the light overhead bursts, but neither flinch.

Chōsō assumes it’s the youngest Gojō’s technique, but he’s not certain, nor does he dwell on it for long, his brain becoming inebriated from the scent.

Neither move and the once fierce expression on the other’s face slowly morphs into one of trepidation, scent souring and causing him such great discomfort that he lets out a timorous whine he couldn’t withhold.

Chōsō’s skin suddenly becomes hot, tingling all throughout his limbs, and something stirs to life deep within himself.

Those pretty eyes still have him locked in place before they’re gone within a blink of an eye.

“Satoru!”

The ever thinning bit of control he has is snapping thread by thread, and he’s down to the last few strings.

“Y/N, for once just listen to me and get the hell out of here! Go warn the others, I’ll be fine!”

Dark purple eyes watch as Gojō Y/N struggles for a moment before unwillingly turning tail to leave the scene, effortlessly blasting away any trouble that stood in the way. Chōsō was surprised that Getō even allowed it to happen.

But that’s beside the point. The moment the younger Gojō disappeared, Chōsō felt like everything was going to collapse around him, his mind struggling to stay coherent and rational, his scent unknowingly stinking up the room.

Find Gojō Y/N and cage the sorcerer in his arms.

‘Follow the scent, take Gojō Y/N, keep safe. Don’t let Y/N die like I let my brothers die.’

Despite wanting to give chase, the small, single strand of sanity left in him told him not to do such a thing. He’d be what he’d criticized other Alphas for. He may be half curse but he’s no insatiable animal.

“Woah,” he heard Mahito remark. “Looks like we’ve got a problem. Chōsō seems to have finally hit his rut! Talk about bad timing!”

‘Rut? This is what a rut feels like..?’

“Is that so?” Getō croons, with a wicked look of delight. He studies Chōsō’s panting figure before taking a peek back at a shaken Satoru.

“Pfft, it was all because of Gojō Y/N! That’s hilarious! Are you a masochist, Chōsō since you’re getting all excited from a kick to the face? Priceless!” Mahito giggles.

Chōsō can see Satoru begin to struggle even more despite it being futile, he’s bound up so tight and soon going to be swallowed into the prison realm. He’s snarling furiously and his feet even manage to crack a few tiles underneath him, but Chōsō can tell from his panting there’s a bit of panic.

For a moment Chōsō can get him. His family is possibly in danger and he can do nothing but struggle.

He’s mildly offended though since the last thing he wants to do is hurt the ones he’s drawn to. But he understands so he doesn’t take it to heart.

Chōsō’s attention soon goes back to Getō who throws his head back, laughter spilling his lips. “Oh, this is unexpected!”

The laughter only pisses Satoru off and excites Mahito. And meanwhile Chōsō is left with anticipation along with the others.

After his fit of laughter Getō hums with amusement and turns to look at Chōsō, smiling oh so sweetly with an evil twinkle in his eyes. “Well, go on then, Chōsō.”

Chōsō blinks, hearing his own ragged breathing and the permission granted from Getō.

“Go on and hunt Y/N down if you wish. It’s a shame I couldn’t capture them both, but this can work just as well if you capture—.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Satoru practically howls, nearly foaming at the mouth.

But Getō ignores him, still staring daggers into Chōsō’s eyes. “Go, Chōsō. Take what’s yours.”

Chōsō feels disgust bubbling in his gut at his words, feeling that the ravenette meant something more sinister when he told him that. But he takes this chance and runs, wanting to find the person that triggered his rut and hope the ache goes away. He also hopes he can keep himself together.

You sprint like you never have before, the wind smacking your face and your lungs beginning to burn. Your heartbeat is like thunderous drums and the air doesn’t seem breathable to you.

That scent.

The scent of elderberries, a pinch of spice, and a touch of blood…

It’s imprinted in your mind no matter how much you try to forget it.

There’s just no way that he’s your fated one.

The universe truly likes to play wicked games…

What’s worse is that it seems like your meeting has brought upon his rut. You just hope to god that your cycle won’t come about from this.

You always take your medication, never missing a beat, but when alphas and omegas typically meet their fated pair or pairs it sometimes doesn’t matter, a cycle may or may not occur.

The best case for you obviously is that if you do hit your cycle, it comes after the battle. If you’re still alive anyways..

So you keep your fingers crossed and push it aside, trying to find the nearest group around.

And thankfully it’s Nanami’s you run into.

Just as you’re about to break the news you’re swiftly cut off by Yūji bellowing out that your brother has been sealed from atop a building.

It makes your chest ache at the news.

“Yeah… S’what I wanted to say,” you pant.

“There’s still hope since we have you here,” Nanami soothes while striding up to you, keeping calm and collected as he typically did.

“There’s just one more problem..”

“And that is?”

“I… I ran into an alpha who’s in a rut,” you explain, leaving out the crucial detail so as to not embarrass yourself. “And he may or may not be coming after me. I didn’t stop to check because Satoru really wanted me out of there,” you continue before gasping, a familiar face appearing in your mind.

“Oh shit! Kento, I just remembered! Suguru— no .. Someone wearing his face is the one behind this.”

Nanami’s eyes widen just a tad and a heavy sigh leaves him. Ino and Megumi both also become alarmed in various degrees.

“That truly is a problem for us all… Here.” The blond alpha rubs his wrist glands against the ones at your neck, dousing you in his comforting scent and slowly muting out yours.

Megumi even comes over and rubs his and your wrists together, not saying a word and not meeting your appreciative stare.

Meanwhile, Yūji is still yodeling.

“Thanks, Gumi. Go ahead and get Yuji,” you tell him softly, ruffling the young alpha’s spiky hair.

The teenager only nods before heading off to get to his friend.

Ino comes over and slings an arm around you for support and to subtly put his own scent on you while Nanami’s nose twitches a few times.

“Your scent should be muted enough, and I’m sure blood and sweat will cover it even more so you should be okay.”

“Thanks, you guys didn’t have to,” you murmur with a weak smile, anxiety still nipping at your heels.

“What did he look like,” asks the blond as you three head up to meet Yuji.

“Dude looks like he’s on death’s doorstep. Like sickly pale looking, dark bags under his eyes, cute spiky space buns, and he’s wearing mostly white and got a purple vest.”

He hums. “Noted. Try to stay with someone if you can.”

You nod. Simple enough but not completely possible.

And as expected you were practically everywhere in Shibuya as the battle ensued, curses swarming the city and people that’s still within the veil being in danger.

You do your best to keep everyone safe, especially the kids, but when the ground underneath you suddenly gets sliced along with a street sign, you throw yourself down the subway where Yūji went not too long ago, slaughtering curses that stood in your way

The underground transit is in complete disarray. Broken glass, walls dented and crumblings, electrical wiring exposed and popping, and blood splattered almost everywhere like it was some art project and the blood is red paint.

Suddenly a wall that connected from the bathroom crumbles away slightly, revealing a bit of pink hair peeking from the other side.

Your feet are already moving, Yūji’s name nearly falling from your lips as dread grips you tight and unforgivingly.

And there’s that smell again, only this time it’s ten times stronger…

Right as you get inside you see the man from before standing over Yūji’s body seemingly about to deliver the killing blow.

Fated person or not, no one was going to hurt the people you care about.

So with your technique you manipulate the water spurting out from the pipes and use it to lock onto the man’s throat, and with an aggravated cry you swing him around and throw him through the wall he made Yuji hit, feeling an immense amount of satisfaction from the pained cry he made.

With him being spat out on the other side seemingly laid out for now and away from Yūji, you rush to cradle the young omega’s bloodied body, fretting over him and trying to figure out how to deal with his shoulder.

You don’t have much to help him and you snap at Sukana to do something, but the bastard for once doesn’t have anything smart to say, the boy still unconscious and bleeding. You pick him up and rush out of the bathroom when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“W-Wait… Please don’t… Don’t go…”

A mixture of anger, stress, and touch of guilt form a cocktail in your gut at his wheezing, panic filled voice.

You hear him dragging his body desperately amongst the rubble to try and get to you.

“You must got a few loose screws in that head of yours,” you spit, turning to look at him.

“N-No, please I—! I had no idea he’s my brother!” he coughs, his pale lips stained with blood.

Your stiffen, your grip on the wounded boy tightening slightly. Either he’s really lost it , or… No, he’s definitely lost it.

“Please I—.”

“ I can’t help you ,” you force out. “Especially when you’re currently the enemy .” And with that, you force your feet to move, leaving him behind.

And Chōsō only watches you with a helpless expression, tears stinging his eyes and a pained noise leaving him as he gives up…

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Ghoaptober # 8

Prompt: Hide

Words: 1800~

TW: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Today's entry pulls from my homebrew version of abo.

Enjoy!

Soap growled to himself as he slogged his way up a hill, through a muddy forest, in the dark, to get to the rendezvous site. He thought that he could see the horrible stark glare of the flood lights glinting between the trees, but it was equally as likely that he was hallucinating at this point. He stopped when he came to a tree that was downed across his path.

The tree had fallen long ago, without any malicious intent or true purpose, but now it was interrupting Soap’s b-line.

Soap paused there for a long moment, staring at the log as the gears in his mind slipped and spun. A tooth caught, the gears screamed into meaningful action, and he pulled out his compass. Aligning the needle with north, he confirmed that if he wanted to continue directly east-northeast the path was forward. Over the tree. A tree that was caught on various other bits of foliage and was hovering at about the height of his upper thighs. Casting a look up and down its length showed that he’d have to climb some part of the tree to continue forward regardless, as he couldn’t see either of its ends through the gloam of the night. Soap tucked away his compass and braced a hand on the trunk with a deep resigned groan. 

This was gonnae be pure shite. 

Turning, he sat on the log and swung his left leg over. Then, taking quick breaths to psych himself up, he hooked a hand behind his right knee and lifted it up and over the tree in one quick agonizing movement.

Folding over his legs, lips pulling up in a reflexive snarl, breaths hissing through his fangs as his face crumpled into a pained grimace. His instincts were caught between wanting to grab at the thing causing him pain and deathly fear that any touch would make the hurt worse. 

Soap sat himself up and stared down at the shoddy bandage he'd wrapped around his thigh, vaguely acknowledging that feeling so detached from the hands that were shakily hovering over his leg was a concern. Dragging his eyes away from the bandage, he scanned his surroundings. He didn’t think he'd screamed, but he wasn't sure. His brain was already blacking out the memory to dull the pain it contained. 

Soap sat on that log, in the quiet of the forest, for longer than he’ll ever consciously realize. Ears flicking for any sounds that were out of place, hazy blue eyes scanning for danger, but not truly cataloguing anything as his mind fell into a haze. Giving completely over to his hindbrain and lower instincts. Sitting still and terrified, staring into the unknowable dark, like the blooded prey he’d become. 

Eventually he came back to himself, without ever knowing he’d lost time at all.

With a throaty groan he pushed up off the log and started limping. Cresting the hill, a surge of relief hit him like a cannonball and nearly sent him to his knees, there in the distance was a clearing filled by ramshackle tents held together with Military Grade duct tape, and people swarming about in the artificial dawn cast by humming floodlights. The temporary base of operations that had been set up to support the months-long mission to completely rout the area of enemy combatants that they’d taken on. 

The radio transceiver on his plate carrier sparked and spat another mocking blat of static. If there’d been any chance of an enemy hearing its occasional squawks, and if wholly removing it from its mount on his back didn’t involve unstrapping and wriggling out of ninety-percent of his kit, he would have fallen to the temptation to punt it into the dark of the trees within the first kilometre of his trek. 

It could have been worse, if he was to be honest with himself, the fall -from a height he very deliberately wasn’t remembering- into the disgusting puddle that had busted his radio and slammed a delightfully convenient piece of debris straight through the outside of his right thigh could have killed him. Instead it just sheared a long bloody graze through his leg and bruised what felt like every square centimetre of his back. 

A deep fog was rising to swamp his better thinking, his instincts cajoling and crooning. Begging him to find a nice dark nook. Safe and hidden from everyone. He could sleep, curled up nice and warm and safe and alone. To heal where no one could reach him. Where no more pain could find him. 

Shaking himself back to clarity he realized he’d stopped. He stood, swaying, his better leg threatening to buckle at the knee, and staring into the woods. Facing the exact opposite direction of the camp’s hubbub. 

Forcibly quelling his instincts, Soap turned around and walked for the camp. Consciously pacing his breathing to keep himself centred.

In for four, hold for four, out for four.

He tried to not think about the way he’d lost the will to force his right leg into even trying to support his weight. He hobbled along, falling into a brainless rhythm.

Jump left leg forward, drag right leg level, brace, jump left leg forward, drag right leg level, brace.

It was no one's definition of graceful, but he was moving. 

“Halt!” The loud command snapped his head up, he’d reached the edge of the camp and the perimeter guards were aiming at him. 

“Hands up! Hands up! Who goes there!” Shouted a cacophony of voices, three or four of them converging on his location. Soap obediently raised his hands into clear view, letting them come for him.

Who the fuck says ‘who goes there’. They’re perimeter guards, not knights stood atop a gate tower. 

“Sergeant MacTavish,” Soap wrung from his aching throat at the first figure that got within a metre of him, “Radio non-functional,”

The guards looked between themselves, he didn’t recognize any of them and they -obviously- didn't recognize him. They stood in a small bureaucratic stalemate, the guards were unwilling to approach and pat down a potential superior, but were equally unwilling to let through an unknown that hadn’t followed the rules to radio and signal his approach.

Thankfully, the decision was swiftly taken out of their hands by Ghost noticing the small commotion from across the camp and, upon looking over, easily identified the shambling mud monster as Soap. 

“Johnny!” He all but screamed as he sprinted across the camp, people frantically dove out of his way and he guiltlessly barreled over the unlucky few that didn’t move fast enough. 

Ghost’s cry summoned Price and Gaz out from the depths of the command tents. They saw Ghost go ramming past then clocked the swamp beast he was running for and scrambled to follow. 

Ghost snarled at the suicidal fools surrounding his Mate, posturing in front of Johnny until they backed off. With his instincts humming happily at him for defending his Mate and chasing off the interlopers, he crowded close to Johnny. Crooning and snuffling at his neck, rubbing their jaws together to scent him, ignoring the muck that was rubbing off into the fibres of his balaclava.

He reluctantly backed off when Gaz whined and yapped, pushing at his elbow and burrowing into his side, entreating Ghost to be allowed access to his pack-brother. 

As soon as Gaz had assured himself that Soap was back in relatively one piece, he stepped away and Price moved in. The Captain held Soap by his nape, weaving his fingers into the fur of his Sergeant’s hackles, and pulled him forward to gently buss their cheeks. Letting his injured pack-member nuzzle up under his chin, a purr kicking on in Price's chest as Soap licked at his jaw, little plaintive whimpers creeping from his throat. Begging for comfort from his pack-leader. 

A snarl from Gaz, and Ghost bulling forward to wrap himself protectively around his Mate, drew Price away from soothing his distressed pack-member and he glanced up to see Gaz hassling a woman that had dared step within two metres of their little reunion. Clearing his throat of the growl bouncing around his back teeth and forcibly smoothing down his raised hackles, Price stepped forward.

“Gaz, let her through, Soap needs a medic,” The pack-lead’s demand made Gaz waver and his snarl cool into an upset growl, but his instincts were loudly demanding he stay between the unknown and his vulnerable pack. 

“Garrick.” Price snarled, and Gaz reluctantly stepped aside with a temperamental yowl, following along at the woman’s heels until they passed Price and the Captain scruffed him. Price snarled against Gaz's ear until the growling faded into the distraught whines Price knew had been hiding underneath. He bussed their cheeks until Gaz calmed down, then released the Sergeant to return to his circling of their little huddle.

Possessive muppet that he was. 

Ghost had let Soap be sat down on the closest flat surface, but was hovering about like a deranged hummingbird that thought the medic was made of sugar-water. Drawing him away from breathing down the poor woman’s neck, Price tried to get him to calm down, before he sent himself into a meltdown. Turning him away when he kept craning his head to stare at Soap and getting himself worked up again. 

A yelp from the medic and spinning to find her knelt beside a Soapless box threw that idea straight out the window. 

“What happened?” Price demanded, doing nothing to dissuade Ghost and Gaz from gnarring down at the woman that had lost their pack-member. 

“I- I- I-” The woman stuttered.

Gaz impatiently lunged at her and the woman yelped, holding up her hands to ward him off, blushing indignantly when he stopped short and Ghost snickered at her flinch. 

“I don’t know,” she barked at them, boldly pushing to her feet, “I looked away for two seconds and when I looked back he was gone!” 

Dismissive snorts in triplicate met her defense and the pack dismissed her to convene amongst themselves.

“He’s hiding,” Gaz guessed, “Like when he was delirious last November and refused to come out from under his bed,” 

“But where the fuck did he go?” Ghost barked, 

“Calm down,” Price mitigated, “If he’s in a headspace like that, he can’t have gotten far. Simple search pattern, Ghost you’ll-” 

The pack froze as a small hurting whimper came from tauntingly near. Spinning in place to scan for the source, they looked ready to decide the fate of the Hanukkah gelt upon their stop. 

The whimper sounded again from direction of the trees and they booked it, nearly sprinting past where Soap had curled himself up at the base of the nearest tree thick enough to cover his back. 

“Johnny,” Ghost rumbled, bending to pick up his mate, whining apologetically when lifting him jolted a pained yelp out of him, “You can’t hide away right now, we gotta get you fixed first.”

Ghost carried his Mate the few metres back to the medic and eased himself down to sit on the box before her, holding Johnny firmly in his lap. With Gaz pacing protectively around them.

Price came forward to gently hold Soap’s leg in place for the medic to access, and when Johnny’s urges to flee overcame him, Ghost was happy to let him bury his face into Ghost’s neck to hide.

Thank You For Reading!

I very deliberately didn't mention it in the story, but Price is an Omega, Gaz is a Beta, while Ghost and Soap are Alpha's. I didn't want preconceptions about the secondary genders sneaking their way in.

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