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bucksangel · 2 years ago

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milk and honey

pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)

word count: 7.9k

Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”

or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.

Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+

a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne

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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.

Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.

A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.

“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.

“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”

The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”

Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”

She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”

Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.

He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.

Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.

The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words.

And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.

“S-Sir?”

“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”

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“My name is Steve.”

Steve.

This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.

It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.

“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.

“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”

Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.

“Whatever you think is best.”

And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”

The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.

“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”

You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.

His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,

“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”

“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.

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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.

“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.

“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.

“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”

“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”

“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. “But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”

Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.

“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”

For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.

“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”

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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.

Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.

And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.

You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.

Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.

“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.

You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.

“How can I help you?”

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“How can I help you?”

Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.

Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.

“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.

“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.

“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.

“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.

“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”

“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”

“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.

“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”

Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”

Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.

And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”

“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.

“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.

“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.

“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”

You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.

“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”

“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.

Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.

But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.

Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.

“You get everything?”

Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.

“How did it go?”

Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.

“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.

“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.

“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”

Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.

He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.

“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.

“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.

“I promise.”

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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.

Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.

And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.

Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.

And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.

You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?

The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.

Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.

And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”

Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.

Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”

You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”

You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.

“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.

“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.

“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”

Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.

“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”

You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”

“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”

You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?

“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.

“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.

“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”

“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.

Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.

But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.

Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.

He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.

His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.

Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.

And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.

“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.

“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.

“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?

At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.

“Okay, darling.”

Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.

It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.

It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.

It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.

“Alpha!”

Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.

“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”

Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.

“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”

“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”

Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”

Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.

But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.

It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.

But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.

“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”

Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.

What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -

“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”

“But-”

“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”

Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”

Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.

“I love you, Alpha.”

Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”

____________

“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”

Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.

“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”

Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”

Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.

“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”

Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.

Oh God, how am I going to survive today?

Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.

“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.

There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.

There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.

It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.

“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.

“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”

It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.

You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”

“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.

That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.

The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.

Fuck.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.

“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”

Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.

Still, it’s going well.

It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.

But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.

But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.

Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?

It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.

“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.

But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.

“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”

“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.

“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.

“I-It… It is?”

They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.

“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”

By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.

But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.

“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?

“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.

“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.

“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.

“To being wanted this much, I guess.”

You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.

“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”

Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.

But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.

“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”

Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.

“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”

You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

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Love the 0T8 story and requests... I have a request, please...

All of the members love on the omega physically, but chan really wants to be the one who breeds her first. He has this overwhelming desire to see her full with his pups. He has dreams and " gets off" to the image of her and hearing her sweet moans. One day he see omega helping han with a sprained wrist and seeing her all motherly and lightly scolding han for running in sock in the house, just makes him feral. He has reader go to their shared room and basically tried his best to ask if she would want this, without jumping her. They discuss it and she reveals to him she is due for her heat in 3 days and he rushes to his calendar and notices he is due for a rut at the same time. So they decide to do it then and we'll 3 days later and all the boys away, they go crazy and a few months later, hello plus sign!

ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪.

Warning: fluff/smut/blood

Summary: Request!

TW! Mention of Mpreg.

Only Felix and Y/n are omegas

A/N: Please note that this isn't my normal content and there is quite a graphic link in the chapter! This was quite very uncomfortable for me cause i never write smuts BUTT it was such an interesting experience and i would not mind writing smuts again if you guys are interested in it. Im just giving you guys a heads-up cause idk how i feel about like my wording and stuff.

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📍Studio

"Chan you've got to tell her, her heat is in 3 days," Changbin groaned. "Quite frankly i think all of us want to put a baby in her but you're taking too long."

"I know, i know. It's just that. I'm nervous bin," Chan replied. His hands were in his hair as he struggled to focus at the task in hand.

Producing music.

Ever since him and Felix did the show where they had to hang around a toddlers, he couldn't stop thinking about getting his Luna pregnant. He couldn't stop thinking about her walking around all swollen with a bump.

Just the thought about him and his packmate's putting so many babies in her made him go feral and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Well you better figure it out because lix's heat is after that and if you want both omegas carrying pups time isnt on your side," Changbin shrugged. "You know lixie would never allow to get pregnant before Luna-ssi."

Changbin was right. Felix would never allow to disrespect Y/N like that and the alphas would never get any of the omegas pregnant before he did.

"Don't you think i know that Changbin? Im trying okay? just give me time," He huffed before laying his head down on the table.

📍Home

“Jagi, I got all the snacks you asked me to get!” Lee Know called out as he walked through the door, hand in hand with Han.

“Coming!” Y/N responded quickly, her voice bright with excitement as she hurried down the stairs.

Lee Know smiled at the sound of her little footsteps approaching, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Hey babe!” She got on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, then turned to Jisung, offering him the same affection.

“We tried to get everything, but we just couldn’t find the heating pads you like, so Channie-hyung said he would bring some on the way back from work,” Lee Know explained, handing her the grocery bags so she could check everything.

“Oh my— you guys are the best! I think that’s all I need,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she rummaged through the bags.

“If you need anything else, just tell me, okay?” Lee Know said, removing his jacket and shoes as Han followed suit.

“Your heat is in three days, my love. Please don’t forget like last time, and don’t eat all the snacks!” Han whined, making his way behind her into the kitchen as she began to unpack.

“It was one time!” she fake-pouted. “Plus, I’m going to put these away. Can you help me start on dinner?” She turned to Han, who was already rolling up his sleeves.

“Yeah, sure! What should I start with?” Han replied, eager to assist. He washed his hands quickly, ready to make her life a little easier.

“Maybe start with the meat?” Y/N suggested, looking around the kitchen. “There it is— it’s quite a bit, so I’ll help once I store these away.” She handed him the package resting on the counter and moved to grab her snacks and drinks for the ‘heat’ room.

“Be careful! The knife is sharp!” she warned before turning to leave.

“I will,” Han smirked, watching her walk away. Her body moved with a sway, and he couldn’t help but groan, cursing his alpha for being so utterly in love with her.

As Y/N walked away, she caught a hint of Han’s arousal in his scent and giggled softly. She loved how her alphas were so drawn to her; it made her feel confident and beautiful, just as every omega should.

“I’ve gotten all the scented clothes I could find and some fresh sheets, baby! Where should I put them?” I.N interrupted as she made her way down the corridor towards the basement.

“I’m about to go downstairs. Can you put them down there? I’ll probably start nesting tonight,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She felt an overwhelming rush of love for him as he took care of her so well.

“Yeah, sure, anything for you,” he smiled, following her down to her heat room. Her scent grew stronger, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

“Just place them there,” she said, pointing mindlessly to the bed before starting to stock the fridge with everything they had brought home.

Once I.N placed the clothes down, he made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her scent had become sweeter since last night, and he craved the closeness.

“You smell so good. Let Alpha take care of you,” he mumbled against her scent gland, his voice low and soothing.

“Baby, I know you want—” Suddenly, a loud yelp followed by a cry pierced the air, making both of them jump.

Y/N sprang into action, wanting to ensure everything was okay. She dashed out of the room and into the kitchen, I.N hot on her heels.

“What? What happened?” she panicked, rushing to Han’s side and examining his pained face.

“I cut my hand!” he whimpered, seeking comfort from her.

“Oh, Hannie, I told you to be careful!” she pouted, gently taking his hand to assess the cut.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not that bad. Go to the living room. I’ll be there in a second,” she said, slowly shooing him to sit down. He frowned but obeyed her instructions, reluctantly heading to the living room.

“Innie, can you finish this up? I’ll be back in a bit,” she asked, passing him a clean knife.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t even worry,” he replied instantly, releasing a soft scent of pheromones to calm her, sensing the tension in her scent.

Grateful for his help, Y/N grabbed the first aid kit and made her way to the living room. It was empty, meaning the boys were probably in the gaming room or the home studio, likely oblivious to what had just happened.

Rolling her eyes, she sat on Han’s lap and gently took his injured hand. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful with the knife, Jisungie—” she began to scold him, her voice laced with concern.

“I’m home!” The pack alpha called out from the door, interrupting their moment.

“In here!” Y/N called out, continuing to scold Han as she tended to his hand.

The house smelled sweet, and Chan recognized Y/N's scent immediately. It enveloped the space, overpowering everything else. A mix of honey and vanilla, it was reminiscent of baked goods, filling him with warmth but also an undeniable hunger.

How was he going to face her? His alpha was already growling and howling, barely making it through the door. He hated her heats; they completely unraveled him. Now, on top of that, he was grappling with his own rut, and her intoxicating scent was only making it worse.

“What’s going on?” he smiled, forcing cheerfulness as he stepped into the living room and took in the sight of his two mates on the couch.

“Han cut his hand,” Y/N sighed, glancing back at the pouting boy.

“I said I’m sorry, noona,” Han whined, his voice a mixture of embarrassment and pain.

“I know, baby, but you can’t keep being clumsy like this. Just the other day, you twisted your ankle playing football with the boys,” she chastised gently.

“And chan you need to talk to him because he’s been getting hurt a lot, He wont listen to me!” she added, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration.

“Baby—” Chan groaned internally. Why was she going into ‘mommy mode’ right now? Of all times, especially in that sundress he loved. He felt utterly screwed.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him,” he sighed, instinctively covering his front with his laptop bag as he felt heat rise within him.

“Good! Now go get the boys for a snack. You guys have had a long day,” she instructed, her voice sweet and satisfied with herself, completely unaware of how turned on Chan was.

“All done, baby. You’ll feel better, I promise,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on Han’s plaster before getting up to clean up the mess. Chan stood there hesitating, his eyes wandering over her body.

This rut was going to kill him, and he felt it tightening around him like a noose.

After dinner, Y/N found herself seated on the floor, carefully trying to help Hyunjin with his brushes when Seungmin called for her running down the steps. She could see the worry etched on his face as he paced in the living room, clearly upset.

“Y/Nnie!” he called out, rushing to her side.

“Yes, my love? What is it?” She looked up at him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Can you please help me fix it? It ripped,” Seungmin pouted, sinking to his knees between her legs.

“Oh dear,” she frowned, taking in the damage. “I can fix it! Let me grab my sewing box.” With a warm smile, she gently brushed his hair away from his eyes.

“I really need to get you to a haircut,” she sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before standing up.

“Fine, but not too much!” he huffed playfully.

“Deal. Just a trim, I promise.” She took the sweater from his hands, making sure not to disturb the others gathered in the living room.

As Chan watched Y/N interact with Seungmin, he felt even more confident about putting a baby any her. The way she cared for them—so nurturing and loving—made his heart race. He couldn’t help but imagine her with their future children, how gentle and warm she would be. A blush crept up his cheeks as he entertained some playful thoughts about their future.

“Can I come?” Chan’s voice cut through, curiosity evident in his tone. This might be his chance to steal Y/N away for a moment.

“Yes, of course! It’s going to be boring anyway,” she shrugged, leading the way to her room with Chan close behind. Once there, he settled onto her bed, admiring her as she worked on the sweater.

“Y/N?” he called softly.

“Hm?” She looked up, and he felt a warmth spread through him—she was so soft-spoken and gentle.

“What do you think about having kids?” he asked, not wanting to waste another moment.

She paused, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, that’s kind of my purpose as an omega, you know? To be bred and nurture pups,” she giggled.

“So you’re open to having a pup right now?” His smile widened, heart racing at the thought.

“Yes, baby, of course I am! I’ve been waiting for a while, actually. You know I’m not getting any younger,” she said, laying the sweater aside to sit on his lap.

“Is this why you boys have been trying to sniff me every time we… well, you know?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

When omegas get pregnant, their scent changes distinctly, and it was no secret the boys had been checking to see if she was expecting.

“Y-yeah, but we wanted to make sure you were sure since your heat is coming up soon, and I want to be the first—” he stammered, feeling a rush of excitement.

“I’m all yours, baby. You can get me pregnant,” she confirmed, and Chan felt like he was soaring. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Trigger Warning 18+:

The next day was rough on Y/N’s body. Her cramps had begun, and all she could do was stay in the heat room, wanting to avoid triggering any of the boys’ ruts. Chan was already feeling his own rut coming on, and it would be difficult for the pack to function with two of their mates in such a state.

She had successfully built her nest, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, and now she was nestled in the middle of the bed, wearing only a big shirt that Lee Know had given her. The fabric felt comforting against her skin, a reminder of the love and care from her mates, but it did little to quell the throbbing ache in her abdomen.

Y/N shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the discomfort was persistent. She focused on her breathing, willing herself to relax.

In between her legs felt like it was on fire as her insides clenched around nothing. Her womb screaming to be filled by one of her alphas. Her nipples were sore under her shirt.

"Hurts..." she whimpered as she squeezed her legs together looking for some type of friction.

Slick was building up and sweat made her hair stick on her skin as her body burned, "Alpha," she cried knowing the boys could hear her through the bond. "Need you please," she whimpered in pain.

Outside the door, all the boys except Chan were trying to calm themselves down. I.N couldn't stop pacing back and forth, and it was starting to irritate everyone.

"I.N, get your shit together!" Seungmin shouted, smacking him hard across the face.

"If he doesn't go down there to breed her, I will," I.N growled, rubbing his cheek.

"He has this one chance and he's not even here," His alpha was furious with Chan, knowing that Y/N was currently suffering down there crying for one of them.

"You know, Chan said he wanted to be the first," Leeknow got up making sure to stand in front of the other alpha. He wanted to make sure I.N didn't charge towards the basement.

"I'm not letting you try to strip that honour from Chan, he's the pack leader. He gets the omega first." The tension in the room thickened as the two alphas squared off, eyes blazing, each unwilling to back down.

"I'm here," Chan stepped into the room.

"No need for all this min, you know it's just his I.N's alpha talking. Step down," Chan's voice was hoarse and he looked awful.

Leeknow scoffed before grabbing his keys. "I can't stand being in here anymore hyung. We have to leave. Just for our sake," He grabbed his duffle bag off the ground.

"We'll see you guys later, Felix call me if things get bad," Changbin was dead serious knowing how rough Chan could get when he was all alpha mode in his rut.

This was a rule in their pack. They knew how possessive they could each get over the omgas so they all just would leave the house and go down to the cabin until it was all over.

"i will, i love you guys and stay safe," Lix walked them out to the car before waving them off and coming back into the house where he found Chan almost collapsing.

His scent was now even stronger and more musky than before. He knew his alpha's rut had began. It was probably because he was now closer to Y/n. She was just a few doors down.

"Oh no, Hyung!" Felix gasped, "Did she trigger your rut already?," he said concerned. Felix quickly ran to the alpha's side to stabilize him from falling.

"I need to go down there now," Chan couldn't take it anymore, his body sweating as he took each step.

"I-if I hurt her, Lix-"

"You won't, Hyung. She trusts you. You've never hurt me before. You'll be okay," Lix kissed his lips before slowly helping him inside the room. His eyes were fully deep dark red. Fuck, game time.

There she lay. her legs spread apart. Little whimpers escaping her lips. She was shaking probably from the pain.

"i'll come check in on you guys in a bit," Felix whispered before quickly leaving the room.

"Alpha?" she looked up from her position, her eyes were glistening.

"I'm here babygirl," he was soft, trying not to jump at her. "Does it hurt hm?"

"Please, n-need you. Need pups. Need to be full. Please," she fell into his arms as her legs quivered. He let her sit right on his throbbing dick.

"You were supposed to start your heat in two days, you just couldn't wait to get pregnant hm? Needed me to breed you so fast?"

"N-no," she whispered. She looked away shy and embarrassed.

"Oh?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "In that case should I just go call-"

"No! No pack alpha always first. Need you. Wanna be a good luna. Wanna carry Alpha's babies," she cried gripping onto his shoulders.

Her nails dug into his skin as her core touched directly on his. She let out a painful groan and started to grind.

"Baby stop that," he groaned, removing her and laying her on the bed. She lets out a whine and cries in frustration.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, my sweet luna."

"Just put it in, please," she interrupted, her eyes flashed gold then blue. Her omega was fully in control.

His hand pinned her down into the bed, his head slowly nuzzling into her shoulder. Her scent fogging his mind as she let out little whimpers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he continued to slowly leave small kisses down the sensitive skin around her gland. She felt like slick was now pooling under her as she squirmed at the sensation.

"Gonna let me mark you up, princess?" he growled into her ear. His teeth slowly sank into her skin on the original mark that she had.

She let out a loud moan as he started to lick the bite. She felt like she was going to go feral.

He ripped her shirt apart and she squealed, his mouth landing on her nipple (A/N: Lord save me, I hate this sm).

"Ch-Channie, sensitive," she whimpered, "sensitive." Her body was on fire. Her legs wrapping tighter around him.

He looked up at her before admiring the marks on her neck. He was proud of his work of art.

In no time his pants were on the floor, her eyes landed on his raging boner. His tip pink and swollen already leaking pre-cum.

His hand then slid in between her folds as he slowly guided his dick into her entrance. She's screaming, she's squirming, and both his hands quickly pinned her waist down.

"Behave," he growled and slammed himself inside of her.

"Oh Channie, so deep. Oh my-" Chan's eyes landed on her bare tummy, his panting on top of her.

"Look at this, baby, I can see my dick in your womb," he smirked as he watched the bulge.

"Mnfhggg" she's in lala land. She can't take it anymore, it's just so deep. She cant talk.

"So full alpha," she wraps her arms around his neck.

"Gonna be walking around with a baby bump hm? Gonna grow my baby in you?" He groaned.

"Yes...Please. Yes! Gonna be a pretty mommy just for you," She was crying. Her tears soked the blanket as every thrust pulled her closer to her orgasm.

"So fertile for me baby, look at you," That was the push chan needed. He felt his dick twitch before he came deep inside her.

TW: Chan breeding Y/N link

When Y/N’s heat finally subsided, she lay in chan's bed now, her body marked with bruises—deep blue and purple prints decorating her skin like a canvas of passion. She was completely out of it, lost in the haze of post-heat exhaustion.

"I think you really did it this time, babe," Felix teased, pulling the damp sheets off the bed with a smirk. They were cleaning up the heat room since Felix's heat was soon coming and slick was really hard to get off sheets.

Chan beamed, a glow of satisfaction radiating from him. "Those were the best four days of my life," he replied, his excitement palpable.

Felix chuckled, tossing the sheets into a pile. "Do you think she’ll be able to go to work on Monday?" he asked, his voice light despite the situation.

"I doubt it, but we’ll see," Chan groaned, stretching his limbs before grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He felt the weight of fatigue settling in, but his heart was still racing from the intensity of the past few days. "I’m gonna check on her and then pass out for a few hours. Thank you for taking care of us these past few days," he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Felix’s lips. Without him, Chan wasn’t sure how he would have managed to care for Y/N.

"Anytime, hyung," Felix replied, his voice warm.

Chan’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "Are you ready for your turn?" he smirked, a teasing glint in his eye. "I promise I’ll be more gentle with you."

Felix's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Yes, alpha, I am," he stammered, the thought of being the next omega to be bred both thrilling and embarrassing. "But I think we should get you rested up first."

"Yeah, well, I can’t wait," Chan laughed, the sound echoing with joy as he headed toward the stairs.

As Chan slipped into the room, he couldn't resist the urge to lay down beside Y/N. She was fast asleep, her breathing gentle and even. With a tender smile, he rested his hand on her lower belly, feeling the soft curve beneath his palm.

He marveled at how her abdomen had already begun to swell, a beautiful sign of their growing family. The thought sent a thrill through him, excitement bubbling up inside. Soon, they would be parents, and their pack would expand in ways they had only dreamed of.

Chan closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the reality of it all to wash over him. He imagined their little ones, the laughter and joy they would bring, the chaos and love that would fill their home.

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Secret Secret Chapter 7

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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The Meeting (as you had taken to calling it in your head) was officially set for the end of the week. Specifically, on a Saturday afternoon at Chan’s personal studio, the perfect mix of comfortable and private, while also being somewhat profesional. After all, it wouldn't be good if you were caught out in public with Stray Kids. Too many questions would come your way. So you and Chan planned out The Meeting over text (you had finally gotten his number during their promotions), and now the minutes were ticking down.

You would have postponed it more if you could, nervous and worried about revealing what was essentially the biggest secret you had ever had, but you were already cutting it close as it was. The tour officially kicked off earlier this week with their concert in Seoul, and by Monday afternoon you would be on your way to Japan. If anything happened (and it was a big if, because you trusted Chan, as stupid as it seemed, and he trusted Felix), you would prefer to not be overseas when it happened.

So now you found yourself nervously shaking your leg as the elevator numbers went up, feeling a strange sense of deja vu as you made your way off and down the very same hall you had taken when searching for the distressed omega over a month ago. You never did find out what happened to her. You hoped she was okay.

You reached the same door, the one Chan had told you about through text, and hesitated before knocking. You were early, just by a few minutes, but you imagined that Felix had to be there already right? Surely Chan had already explained what they were doing there.

This was it. Your first leap of faith. Would Felix be okay with your position, your decisions, and even your past involvement with his alpha? Or would one wrong move leave you without a job once again, possibly black listed from the industry entirely.

You took a deep breath, and knocked.

And then immediately regretted it. It felt like your heart was going to explode right out of you chest with how hard it started beating, and you started to feel like your limbs were 3 times heavier and yet disconnected from you all together. You wanted to run, but your legs were frozen. It was only the sight of Chan’s face, the comforting smell of fruits and flowers and ocean breeze, that snapped you out of it enough to force a smile onto your face.

You had a feeling it came out more like a grimace, judging by the sympathetic look he gave you.

“Hey. You ready?”

You weren't given much of a choice as a second later, Felix was shoving himself in between Chan and the door. He was wearing a bright grin that slowly faded as he took you in. He said your name in confusion, and you shot Chan a look.

“You didnt tell him?”

“I wanted to wait until you were here! Felix, I told you to wait.”

“Wait, they're the ome-?!”

Both you and Chan moved in synchronization to hush the blonde, you pressing your hand against his mouth and the latter slapping his own hand over yours, effectively trapping your hand. Wide eyed, Felix seemed to have realized his mistake of screaming out in the middle of the JYP hallways, because he slumped against Chan in defeat.

“Shmy,” he mumbled against your palm.

You gave Chan a look, and he let go quickly, allowing you to remove your hand from Felix's face. Taking a step back your fellow omega let you into the room with sharp eyes, and you could practically see the millions of questions that were forming in his head. Sure enough, it was only after the door was finally closed and you had taken a seat on the worn couch at the back of the room that he continued.

“I thought you were a beta,” was the first thing he said.

You looked away. “Yeah, Im not. I uh … lied, i guess.”

Felix was quiet, slowly walking from one side of the room to the other with a frown. Chan remained at the door with his arms crossed. And you sat stiffly on the couch, back rigid, feeling like you would rather be anywhere else but here.

Why did you agree to this again?

“So you … lied about being a beta,” Felix repeated. You nodded. “Anything else you lied about.”

You shook your head.

“I don't-” He placed his hands on his hips. “I just don't understand. Isn't it illegal to lie to your workplace?”

“It's pretty illegal to not hire someone based on their presentation,” You argued. “And yet it still happens.”

“The company doesn't do that,” Felix tried to argue.

You shot Chan a look, but he was staring down at the ground shaking his head. “Dude. Of course they do. It might not be official, because like you pointed out, its illegal-”

“They hire omegas and alphas all the time!”

“Are you kidding me? When have you ever seen anyone other than betas on your staff?!”

“They hired me!”

You scoffed in disbelief. “That's different.”

“How?”

“You're an idol! They dont give a shit about your presentation, all they care about is whether or not they can make money off you!”

Felix, bless his heart, actually looked shocked at the idea. He turned to Chan, you imagined for support, but the leader was now looking up, his jaw clenched. Felix pursed his lips, crossing his own arms.

Cinnamon burned your nose.

“Okay, fine. Let's say the company does discriminate. Why would you even want to work here if that was the case? Why not go find another job, one where you don't have to lie and hide who you are?” He wondered.

“Because this is my dream, Felix. Working in this industry, being a part of the process, getting to use the languages I busted my ass to learn.” You let out a harsh sigh and flopped back onto the seats behind you. “And even if it wasn't, why should I have to give up an opportunity just because the company refuses to hire anyone who isn't a beta?”

“You wouldn't have to lie,” Felix mumbled.

It felt like an accusation, a dirty shot to your pride, and your metaphorical hackles raised as a defense rested on your lips, ready to be shot back. But a small sound behind you made you pause. You turned back to glance at Chan, and for once, he was looking back.

He looked tired.

You hadn't noticed before, too busy worrying about the meeting. But now, really taking him in for the first time, you could see the circles under his eyes, the way the hoodie on his head was slipping back to reveal messy curls, the slump in his shoulders. Ironically, seeing his exhaustion made you feel tired, almost resigned.

You didn't want to fight with Felix. You had felt attacked, accused of doing something wrong, and had immediately flown into defensive mode. But this wasn't about trying to prove yourself right. You were here to get Felix to understand.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself. “Felix, what would you have done if the company had implemented the no omega rule when you were a trainee?”

Felix frowned. “I would have had to go somewhere else, I guess.”

“What if every company had that rule? What if you were no longer allowed to be an idol, just because you were an omega. How would that make you feel?” You said softly, seeing the understanding slowly grow on his face.

The blond was quiet for at least a full minute, staring intently at the wall as he thought. A range of emotions began to flash across his face, and the way the cinnamon in the air began to ease up assured you he was coming to an understanding. Movement at your side drew your attention to Chan as he sat down next to you, giving you a small smile.

“It doesn't seem fair, but that's how things work out sometimes,” He said. “Believe me, I wasn't thrilled at the idea at first. But I get it.”

Felix nodded his head. “Yeah, I get it too. I don't like it-”

“But you get it,” Chan finished.

“Yeah.”

You patted Chan’s leg. “I don't like it either, but I'm willing to do what I need to stay here. It's important to me.”

Felix let out a sniffle, and then a full on sniff. “I don't understand how you do it, though. You smell like a beta.”

“Dont worry about it,” You told him, shooting Chan a look.

The alpha blatantly ignored it. “It's a ‘Pheromone based perfume.’” He said, with air quotes and all.

Felix raised his eyebrows at that. “You're wearing someone else's scent?”

“I didn't steal it from them, if that's what you're asking,” You said, once again defensive.

Felix raised his hands. “I'm not judging.”

“Sounds kinda judgy,” you muttered.

He bit his lip, eyes flickering to where Chan sat next to you. He walked over to your other side, hesitating at the end of the couch until you let out a sigh, patting the seat. With your permission, Felix settled down next to you.

“I'm not judging you. I promise. I just don't … I dont like the idea of you having to hide yourself. It's not fair.”

Chan reached over from behind you to rest a hand on his omegas shoulder. Feeling the need to reassure him yourself, you grabbed one of Felix's hands with your free one (the other still resting on Chan’s leg, but you felt too awkward to move it now. Guess it was stuck there).

“It's okay,” You tried.

“It's really not.”

And it wasn't, so you didn't bother trying to argue with him about it. Instead, you allowed yourself to melt against the two aussies, warmth flowing into your body from both sides. You almost felt tempted to fall asleep.

“I am kind of curious,” Felix said, breaking the silence. “What you really smell like.”

You turned your head towards him, nose brushing up against his cheek. You mumbled out a sorry, pushing yourself back, subsequently pressing your back to Chan's chest.

“Not in a weird way. Its just that Chan mentioned it before, when he came home that night-” Felix clarified.

“Way to throw me under the bus,” Chan mumbled in english.

“-and I kind of wanted to see if he was right.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Right about what?”

“If you really smell as sweet as he said.”

Felix was giving you a flirtatious look, but you found yourself more amused than anything.

“He said that, huh?”

“Really mate?” Chan was pulling away from you and Felix, and you let out a squeak at the sudden loss of temperature from behind.

And also because your forgotten hand was suddenly remembered by both you and Chan as he tried to get up, your hand slipping from his leg and towards the floor with nothing left to support it. You tilted to the side, and both Chan and Felix moved to grab you. In the rush to catch you, you ended up pulling Felix towards you by your still joined hands, and he reached his own free hand out to catch himself. Your legs flailed as you tilted, and a hand cupped your head seconds before it hit the ground. Chan gave you and Felix panicked looks as the moving bodies settled, bent over at the waist where he was cradling your head, the other raised in Felix's direction as if to catch him.

You were the first one to laugh at the situation, a snort forcing its way through your nose. And then Felix followed, a high pitched cackle escaping as he realized the ridiculousness of your positions. Chan let out his own chuckle, trying to help you up, but his own leg caught on the couch, and he fell to his knees, hand still under your head.

Felix laughed harder.

“Are you okay?” You said, smiling wildly.

Face an inch from yours, Chan grinned. “I'm perfect.”

-0-0-

Sunday morning was the moment you finally managed to get Sooyoung alone. She was home, and she didn't have any classes that day, and you were ready for her.

When she came downstairs that morning, looking sleepy, you sat up on the couch. She glanced at you as she made her way to the kitchen, and you gave her your best puppy-dog eyes, patting the seat next to you.

She paused.

“I understand if you're still mad, but I really would like to talk. Please.”

She blinked slowly at you, mouth pursing, and to your disappointment, she continued on towards the kitchen. You had almost lost hope until you noticed her grab two glasses from the cupboard, filling one up with water and leaving it untouched, downing the other one in one go. She walked back towards the living room with the extra cup.

Straight towards you.

She placed the cup in front of you. “Your face is puffy. You always forget to drink water.”

You didn't bother holding back your smile. “So, not mad?”

Sooyoung let out a sigh, and finally sat down next to you.

“I’m not mad,” She repeated softly, gaze focused away from you. “To be truthful, I regretted snapping at you the minute I left the room.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You were right.”

She snorted. “Of course I was right. But I understand why you didn’t want to listen.”

The both of you were silent for a moment. You could hear heavy footsteps from above, your upstairs neighbor once again proving their feet must have been made out of lead. It was something the two of you had talked about often before, and the sudden reminder of your own little inside joke had both of you glancing at one another with smiles.

It felt like the air was suddenly lighter. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

You didn’t hesitate to throw yourself across the couch, Sooyoung opening up her arms with little resistance to catch you. It made your chest flutter as you soaked in her scent. For the first time in two weeks, you felt like everything was going to be alright between you two.

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You should have known that good things don't last. The relief of both talks you had been dreading surprisingly going well lasted all up until Monday morning.

As all things do, the disasters came in three's.

The first inconvenience came in the form of a malfunctioning alarm, which you were positive you had set up the night before, but for some reason never rang. Instead, you were shaken awake by a panicked Sooyoung, telling you that if you didn't leave soon, you would be late for your flight. And so, half asleep, still wearing your pajamas top (you threw a hoodie on in the cab when you realized), and with messy hair, you arrived at the airport 15 minutes late.

You were just lucky you had packed the night before.

But that's when the next disaster struck. Stray Kids manager was waiting for you when you arrived, and he guided you to the check in area. But there was something wrong with the luggage options on your ticket, and the airline wouldn't let you send your suitcase with the rest of the group's luggage unless you paid extra (which you didn't have the money for). Of course, you only had one suitcase, and Soojin was convinced it would be fine for you to just take it with you as a carry on. And normally, you would agree.

But the idea of bringing your luggage with you through security very quickly brought up another problem. You had your pheromone perfume in your bag, more than enough for the trips you'd take on the tour, but more than the allowed amount of liquids that could pass through security. You realized pretty quickly that if they pulled that bottle out in front of everyone, it could very well out your lie to everyone right here, right now.

You panicked.

The rest of the group were gone, having just finished checking in when you arrived. Soojin had only stayed behind to make sure you got through the check in, and he was already on his way towards security. You turned to the lady at the check in desk with wide eyes, pretending like you just remembered something.

“I have a bottle of perfume in my bag. That can't pass security, can it?”

The lady paused. “Oh, no. Sorry, you'll have to leave it behind.”

Yeah, that wasn't happening.

“Actually, is it okay if I leave it in my friend's suitcase? I'm sure he wouldn't mind,” You said, flashing your best smile.

The lady gave a hesitant look to where Soojin had already disappeared around the corner, and then to the few suitcases still being loaded onto the conveyor belt by workers. After a moment of consideration, she gave you a nod, and you moved.

You grabbed your bag, quickly located the perfume wrapped in a towel (so it wouldn't break), and under the careful eyes of the check in lady you grabbed the only bag you were sure belonged to one of the members. It was a dark black suitcase that Chan had been pulling to the pile of other suitcases when you arrived, and you blindly shoved the towel covered bottle in as quickly as you could.

You got back to your feet fast, and with a quick bow to the lady and the workers, you grabbed your own bag and hurried after the rest of the group.

Soojin gave you a weird look as you finally joined him. “Are you okay? Were there any other problems?”

“Nope,” You said a little too quickly. “Just had a question.”

He didn't get the chance to question it, as the security called him through to the other side at that moment.

Thankfully, everything seemed to go well. There were no red flags, the group made their way to the gate- Maya was thrilled to find out she would be sitting next to you on the plane- and you all settled down in the waiting area. It was only then that you approached the idols cautiously, doing your best to pretend you weren't being watched by the other staff.

It was Minho who spotted you first, raising his head as you approached and giving you a curious look. With his attention pulled, the others followed suit. Felix's face brightened as he spotted you, and Jisung gave you a wave.

“Hey! We almost thought you weren't going to make it,” Chan said from his own seat.

Next to him, Hyunjin gave you a side eye, purposely looking away from you as if you were an inconvenience. You ignored the alphas' behavior in favor of returning Felix's smile, the omega patting the seat next to him with a mischievous look. Chan let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

“Um, I was actually hoping I could talk to you,” You told Chan, gesturing with your head to a part of the waiting area that didn't have a lot of people.

At this, both Hyunjin and Jeongin turned to look at you, and the others were doing a bad job of pretending like they weren't also listening in. Chan gave you a sheepish smile, turning to hand Hyunjin his sweater.

“I'll be right back.”

You gave the others a strained smile, quickly making your way over to a corner you felt was isolated enough that you wouldn't be heard. Just as a precaution, you lowered your voice anyway.

“Sooo,” you began, giving a glance to the group still behind you. There were far too many eyes on you, including Hyunjin's less than friendly look. You grimaced. “What's his problem?”

Chan glanced back over his shoulder, and Hyunjin immediately looked away. “Ah. That would be … our fault.”

“Come again?”

He sighed. “Felix hasn't stopped talking about you since Saturday. Nothing bad!” He assured you. “He hasn't mentioned … you know.” He gestured to you. “It's just, you know. Bringing you up to the others, trying to see what they think of you.”

“Oh god, is this about the courting?” You groaned, remembering the question he had asked on Saturday.

“When are you planning on courting them,” Felix had said jokingly, nudging Chan on the shoulder.

You had shot the two a look. “Never. It's against the rules.”

Felix raised a brow. “Oh, now you're worried about rules.”

You shot him a look. “I'm serious, Felix. If the company found out I hooked up with Chan, I would be fired on the spot. They can't afford that kind of scandal.”

“I mean-” Chan shut his mouth when you turned your glare to him, raising his hands. “Hey! It's not like either of us knew. You weren't even staff back then.”

“Do you think the company would care? The media? Your fans?”

Felix pursed his lips. “But cant we at least tell the other members?”

“No.”

“Why not? They wouldnt say anything, you can trust them!”

“I wasnt even sure I could trust you,” You told him bluntly. “The only reason I changed my mind was because I didnt want it to affect your relationship with Chan. Dont make me regret that choice.”

Felix had slumped back with a pout. “Okay, okay.”

He had dropped the topic, but you could see he want fully convinced. And now, trying to ignore the harsh judging look you were being given by Hyunjin, you were reassured in your decision against telling them the truth. If thos was how he was acting just at the mention of you …

“He means well,” Chan said softly. “Its just Hyunjin gets jealous, especially when it comes to Felix.”

“Tell Felix to stop talking about me then. I really dont want to have any more issues on this trip,” you groaned.

“Anymore?” Chan's brows pulled down in worry. “Is everything okay?”

“Thats actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I had a slight hiccup at the check in.” You raised your hand to quiet him when he started to speak. “It's okay, everything is sorted out. But I had to stash something in your suitcase.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “It's not drugs, is it?”

You slapped his arms. “No, it's not drugs.” You both laughed at that. “I gave you my pheromone perfume. It would have been flagged if it went through security.”

Chan scratched the back of his head, looking confused. “I mean, yeah. That makes sense. But how did you know which bag was mine?”

You blinked slowly. “It was the one you handed to the workers, wasn't it?”

He still looked confused.

“Big, black? Wheels on the bottom?” No recognition on his face. Your heart started to beat a little quicker than normal. “Had a silver handle?”

He shook his head. “That doesn't sound like my bag, that sounds like-” He paused, and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach.

You both shared a knowing look.

“Whose bag was it?”

And as if fate itself was controlling your life, pulling the strings on irony, the third disaster reared its head in the shape of a jealous blond dancer.

Chan's head dropped with a bitter laugh.

“It was Hyunjins.”

Fuck.

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CHAPTER 01

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: pretty much none for this chapter! Just a nice fluffy, protective and sweet chapter :)

A/N: hi everyone! Thank you all so much for your support I received for the prologue chapter I uploaded yesterday. I am really happy and grateful. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. I'm always looking for advice. English isn't my first language so please be patient :))

Also, I saw other people use taglists for accounts, I'm not 100% how it works, but if anyone would be interested I will try to figure it out.

Please take care of yourself. I love you.

Words count: 3385

Prologue:

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"Hyung? Hello?"

"Hm? What's up? Are you guys on your way? Jin is starting to stress out 'bout it."

His voice sounded calm, not worried one bit. It was obvious he was most definitely sitting by the fireplace, reading some poetry book. Kook got him one not too long ago as a thank-you gift, and before leaving with Yoongi, Jimin did notice it laying on the couch.

The youngest loved and respected his pack alpha, so showing gratitude in any way was very close to his heart. A simple plant for a nice camping-trip-hike Joon planned for them wasn't too unusual, a new pair of limited edition sneakers was granted, or a nice book of poetry, bought at the seasonal book fairs he sneakily visited, so the alpha would be surprised.

Of course, Jungkook often spoiled all of his other pack members, but among the pack, it was quite usual to buy Namjoon occasional small gifts. After all, he was keeping them well-kept, safe, warm, and fed.

Sure, they all may be alphas, suited to take care of themselves, and they did, but sometimes handing off the lead and worries to him was just too tempting. They needed to rent a house for a weekend stay in a different country? Joon would by no means even allow them to try and do it. The pack wants to buy ice-cream? Yes, he will go on and order it for the group, making sure to not forget any of the complicated toppings and flavor combinations.

Namjoon still had occasional mishaps, accidentally breaking new tableware, another controller, or losing his keys over and over, but his pack never took it too wrongly and knew of all the good he brought to them. It always outweighed the clumsiness.

"Yea hyung, we are on our way to the car right now, but-"

It didn't take him too long to notice that Jimin's voice was softer than usual, and even without being able to smell his scent, he was able to sense a sort of worrying undertone.

While he could start firing out questions right away, it wasn't his first day dealing with any issues involving his younger packmates. Everything could be sorted calmly in pretty much every situation, and he was a big believer of that fact. Though when he heard a whimper in the background of the call, he too grew worried. He sat up, putting the small book away. Unconsciously, he paid attention to everyone in the house at the moment; Jin's smell was in the kitchen, the occasional sizzling of oil and pots heard, Taehyung's scent upstairs, a bit too far for him to be able to sense what exactly he was doing, noting of Hobi's bright smell in his studio downstairs, and Jungkook's, also on the bottom-floor gym.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?" He didn't sound too overly concerned, even if he was quite worried. He didn't hear Chim sound so stressed in some time for sure. It was quite usual for the pack alpha's to try to bring peace to the pack, always have a rational mind and calm any agitation and anxiety.

Listening closely, only a bit of shuffling and fumbling noises could be heard.

"Um..- we met an omega..-"

A longer pause continued, and a faint voice of Yoongi in the background. He didn't hear him speaking so softly in a very long time, making Joon's eyebrows furrow only deeper.

"An omega? Are they okay?"

"No, hyung, something is really wrong..- her scent, she is really, really anxious for some reason-"

"Did you try to settle her? She could have entered omega space; you have to be really careful with that. Where are you right now? I'll come there to help."

"Yoongi hyung said it's the best for us to just take her home to us right now; we just got into the car and are leaving the parking lot now." Jimin said with the faint sound of the motor in the background.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll tell others. It's better for her to be somewhere with only a few specific scents than the mix of ones that belong to the group of strangers. Is she crying?" His question was followed by a soft sound of fabric moving. A shorter pause and then a yes.

Sighing, Namjoon stood up and started to make his way towards the kitchen. Jin looked up but didn't say anything after seeing him calling, and continued cutting up a few onions. Opening one of the top cabinets, he took out an essential oil often used for newly presented alphas for when their nose suddenly got bit too sensitive with the heightened smell. It wasn't uncommon for betas or omegas to use such oils or scented candles either, though.

"Poor cub. Just make sure you drive safe, okay? I'll try to get some things ready for her to nest with; that should help. Hyung is still cooking, but it should be done soon, did you buy the batteries for Tae and Koo?"

"Yea, we did, don't worry. We got some more stuff from that new game store for them too, but you'll see at home. Thank you, we will be there in about.. 10 minutes? I think?"

"Alright. Be careful, talk to you later."

Ending the call and folding his phone into his jeans pocket, the pack alpha looked towards his eldest hyung, who was already staring at him with questions written all over his face.

"What is it? I can smell you are worried, Joon."

For a few moments, he didn't answer, still bit too confused about everything. They didn't have an omega at their pack house basically ever.

"At the mall, they found an omega; she must have been really unsettled, so they tried to help. They are taking her here now."

Once again, talking without any noticeable worry in his voice. It was only his scent that carried a slight stench that was offsetting.

"An omega? Where is their pack? We have to notify her pack alpha; this could be serious."

"Yea, I think so too. Can you give her a meal too? We should have enough for one more person, right?"

Jin turned back around to stir the sizzling pan of glass noodles, softly humming.

"Of course, we have more than enough. You should go tell others. I'll go open windows so there is fresh air here, and it's not too scented for her right away."

"Thanks, hyung. I just hope she won't drop, so let's try to prevent that in any way possible."

Agreeing, he left Jin to his thing and started making his way towards the private studios.

Knocking softly on the doors in a short pattern, he didn't wait too long before he opened the entryway. There sat Hoseok, turned towards him. There was an open file on the screen that he was working on for the past few days.

"Hey, what's up?"

Closing the door after him, the pack alpha took a seat on the large black leather couch.

"I just got a call from Jimin; they are on their way back home. They have an omega with them though, they are taking her to the pack house."

Hobi's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.

"Really? Why?"

Sitting up slightly, he kept his eyes on Namjoon.

"Minnie said something was really wrong; she was just too unsettled, and they couldn't find her pack I guess either."

"Oh poor thing, they get really stressed in public places; she must have gotten overwhelmed," softly cooing at the thought of a soft, sad, anxious omega. Hobi always had a soft spot for those in need. And from the description, the little omega must be in need for sure.

"Yea, I think so too. Do you have any new blankets and pillows? Or just anything that's unscented still? We have to prepare at least some nesting materials."

"Probably don't have a blanket per se, but I have bought a new hoodie online, so it should be sealed in plastic and unscented. That could help right?"

"For sure, that would be great," smiling, Hobi stood up and took a still unopened carton box. Ripping off the tape and pulling out a white milky plastic package, a paper written note fell onto the ground. Gasping softly, he bent down in the chair. Handing him the package, he looked at the note, smiling softly. "Ah, look, they wrote me a nice note!" his bright heart-shaped smile brightened up Joon's slightly anxious mood immediately.

Chuckling, the man stood up. "They should! You always order so much!" he said as he opened the door to the hallway. "Thanks hyung, they should be here in a few minutes, okay?"

Now turned back towards the screen, he heard a light "Yup!" making him leave the room, closing the door softly. Now on his way towards the gym, the young pack alpha wasn't too worried about the youngest - or any of his pack members in general.

It was a shock for sure, but they were a healthy pack with strong bonds and relationships, and if Yoongi believed it was best to take the omega to their home, then it definitely was that way. They didn't meet a lot of omegas at their company, since they were only allowed to do very few jobs. Omegas required a good, peaceful company of a similar group that was kept constant, and with how many people mingled during the tours and such, it was hard to keep that up.

Sudden omegadrops were then a bit too usual, causing more worries and stress. Really, there were only a minimal amount of omegas in BigHit; it wasn't common for omegas to work in general either. Some packs that were more modern did support the idea, but the traditional ones were used to pretty much taking care of all of their financial needs.

The door of the gym was left slightly open, so Joon knocked to make himself known and entered. Jungkook was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily with a glass of water in hand. His big eyes widened, and he stood up fully, taking a big gulp.

"Hey hyung," breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, he ran a hand through his long, messy hair.

"Hey Jungkook, Yoongi called me a few minutes ago; they are on their way home right now, but there will be an unsettled omega coming with them too, okay? Something must have gone wrong for her; I think she might drop on them, so they decided taking her to us will be the best right now."

The youngest didn't say much for a few seconds. Placing his glass on the ground, he came closer to his pack alpha, his scent subconsciously wafting out calming pheromones. It was natural for any alpha or beta to try and calm anyone that was just a bit weak and scared. It just happened naturally.

"Omega? They will want to nest then; we should get some stuff ready quickly.."

"Yea, do you have any unscented stuff lying around?" furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Kook closed his eyes thinking. Wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt, he nodded.

"Yea, I bought new bed sheets; I think they arrived this morning... And I should also have a pillow that isn't scented by any of you, just me if that works?"

"Thanks Koo, that helps a lot. Can you go get it and take it to the guest room upstairs?" Nodding quickly, they both left the gym, Namjoon quickly squeezing his shoulder in approval.

Walking upstairs, the young pack alpha made his way towards the room that Taehyung was in at the moment. Knocking and opening, his packmate was laying on the bed, softly snoring, covered by a few blankets. Coming to his side, he shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah, wake up; it will be dinner soon," the younger slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sighting out, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and hair out of the way.

"..Huh?" was the only thing the tired man could get out, mumbling incoherent words towards the pack alpha. Knowing he won't get far like this, he sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. He will tell him once he is able to take in information.

Closing the door and making his way back downstairs, he looked at the clock, only to see that it was about 15 minutes since the call. Noticing Jin getting the table ready with Hobi, he placed the packaged jumper on the couch, leaving it there. Taking a seat next to it, he decided to wait for the rest of his pack, listening to any noises from outside.

It didn't take too long until he heard the garage door opening and a car in the entryway. The soft sound of the motor turned off soon, and with that, Joon stood up and walked towards the entry door. He could sense Hoseok and Jin watching him do so.

The cold air hit him; it was still snowing outside, and the strong storm didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. While the nice, snowy Christmas was, in his opinion, superior to the wet, muddy one, it could be dangerous when driving. Knowing so, he watched Yoongi walking towards the entrance, his coat already covered in snow after only a few seconds of being outside. One of his hands was behind his back, seemingly clutching the palm of the omega.

Oh, but the small omega.

His breath hitched in his throat when he could smell her - the sweet, peach-like scent mixed with rose blooms was really nice, but it was covered by the stench of a rotting fruit. She was afraid, anxious, and worried, and the alpha inside of him felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe and secure.

Her hair and scarf covered most of her face, her eyes downcast as she clutched Yoongi's right hand, softly pattering behind him through the shoveled pathway. Jimin closed the garage doors and followed soon after.

Yoongi made short eye contact with Namjoon, only to pull the girl closer to the doors. Stepping out of the way, the alpha addressed her scent, sniffing the top of her head slightly - a traditional way to show she was welcome and allowed to come inside of their packhouse. Her big eyes were still filled with tears, playing with his feelings.

„Hello, what's your name?” Bending to see her face better they stood close to the doors while Jimin and Yoongi started to remove their boots and coats, placing away the plastic bags. Lifting up her chin to place it over the nice thick scarf she wore, she opened her soft lips to speak.

„L/N F-F/N..” the omega mumbled softly, sniffling at the end. The pack alpha was tempted to coo loudly, but held back for now.

„Alright, my name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the pack alpha... What happened hm?” She looked away, with her hands in the pocket, unconsciously bearing her neck just the slightest. When he didn't get an answer, he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

„It's okay, don't worry. We will help, yea? Come on, let's get your coat off and eat some dinner, okay?” only receiving a soft mumbled yea, the small omega shakily started to untie her gray scarf, the pack alpha helping her when she started to fumble with it. Softly petting her hair when he noticed the way her chin shook and how her nose was soft pink, her cheeks and eyes red and slightly swollen.

„There, there. It's okay now.“ he couldn't hold back the soft coo at the end of the sentence, watching closely when she unzipped her jacket, taking it from her and hanging it up on a free hanger. Helping her step out of the untied boots, he placed them close to the heater so they would dry up.

Yoongi poked his head through the door to the living room, looking at the omega for a second. Left in a pair of loose fit pants and a oversized pink hoodie with white socks, standing close to Namjoon seemingly worried just as she was back in the mall.

„Let's go eat now. Is japchae okay kitty? Jin made you a plate already come on.” he watched as her eyes grew wider for a second, big and bright, still glossy with few tears. „It-It's okay al-pha..” she softly mumbled, slowly walking towards his outstretched hand. Once she was close enough, he took her own and softly squeezed before pulling her after him.

Namjoon went after them, noticing the footprints left by her. While he thought it was quite cute with how she pattered after his packmate like a little pup, the thought of her feet being wet and cold pushed his instincts once again.

Leading her through the big living room, and towards the right where a big table was, with already most of the pack members close by, preparing for the meal and helping around. Just as she entered the living room, all 4 heads shot up at her scent.

Jin was the first one to move, placing the glass carafe down on the table and wiping his hands quickly, before he made his way to their direction. While Yoongi was still softly pulling her along, she notably stiffened up and slowed down, pretty much stopping her movements if it weren't for Namjoon softly patting her back, encouraging her to move forward.

„Hi F/N, I'm Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin okay? How are you?” his soft gaze was kept on her as she shuffled in her spot, before answering in a quiet voice. „It's nice to m-meet you Jin... I'm we-ll, thank you..” avoiding his gaze, she let Yoongi once again pull her along towards the seat near the head of the table.

Jumping in, Hobi was quick to pull out her chair, helping her take a seat and softly ruffling her hair. „There you go.. do you like juice? We have um.. I think we have orange and apple, maybe even peach one. Would you like some?” Looking up at the bright, smily man the small girl unsurely nodded, turning her head towards the pack alpha for approval. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries. Smiling with his dimples showing, he nodded easily while he poured himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook, already a step further, looked through the fridge. „Yea, we have a really tasty peach one, I think you would like that one,” he said as he pulled out the chilled glass bottle, opening it „it's from a farm that's at the outskirts of Seoul. Here, let me pour you a glass.”

„Look at the back for the ingredients, we should be careful with those.” Said Jimin while he pulled out clean cuttlery from a drawer. Omegas were known to be very sensitive in general with pretty much anything - food, sicknesses, air pressure and temperatures and noise and a lot more. A stomachache was not what they wanted to happen.

Turning the bottle and reading the ingredients, Jimin soon looked over his shoulder and too studied them. Once reading over the four -pure white peach extract, water, sugar and vitamin C, they deemed it safe enough, pouring the meek omega a tall glass.

Thanking and slightly bowing in her seat, she took a small sip, and once her expression seemed a bit lighter and satisfied with the taste, the youngest alpha sighed out, patting her head. Taking a seat opposite to her, next to Hobi, he started to serve himself a plate of japchae.

The omega's plate was already filled long ago by the pack alpha, who handed her his cuttlery, getting himself a different set when he noticed she didn't have any at her place.

Just as she was going to dig in after another approval nod, with Yoongi on her left side, she heard another pair of footsteps. Another man, with slightly damp hair entered the living room, pulling out another chair and taking a seat with his eyes still slightly closed, only to have them shot open suddenly, focused on her.

„Why is the omega crying?”

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justastraymoa · 5 months ago

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 6

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Y/n back in their hard worked for life.

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

My apartment, when I got in late, was the same as when I left it. Everything is so familiar. So very quiet. Too quiet. I had grown used to the Omegas and their chaos.

Groaning and hurting I collapsed onto my familiar mattress and fell asleep instantly. Physically and emotionally drained.

Early the next morning I dragged myself out of bed and got ready to get back to normal. Getting dressed on autopilot I didn’t notice that I was wearing a Stray Kids hoodie until I caught sight of myself in the mirror as I grabbed my bag.

The sight made me freeze. Pain shot through my chest, and my eyes burned with tears that I couldn't afford to let fall right now. I can’t lose it. I don’t have enough time. Right now, I need to change and get to work. There was a pile of things that needed caught up on, and the pile wasn’t getting any smaller by standing here.

Unfreezing myself I ripped the hoodie off and tossed it in the corner behind the door. I will deal with it later. I left the house in just my thin t-shirt and jeans, too lazy to go and get another hoodie.

I regretted that decision almost immediately after arriving at work. There was a location shoot scheduled and it was outdoors. I would be freezing within minutes of getting there.

Luckily Angela was there. She was the front desk receptionist at our store front studio. She did a wonderful job entertaining customers when shoots ran over or we were running late for one reason or another. She reminded me of Felix. Made friends so easily and was always smiling, always friendly and sunshiny.

Today, looking at her hurt because she reminded me so much of the blonde ray of sunshine incarnate, but that wasn’t her fault and I tried to remind myself of that as I approached her desk, fake smile plastered on my face like the lie it was.

"Hey Ang! Long time no see!” I greeted resting an elbow on the high counter.

“y/n! How was your vacation? I didn’t even know you were going on one until you didn’t show up! Where did you go?” She fired off questions quickly in her excitement.

“It was fun.” I answered generically. “Do you have a jacket I can borrow for the graduation shoot? I forgot mine.”

“Absolutely! You must have been somewhere warm to get out of the habit of grabbing a jacket this time of year. I’m so jealous!” She handed me a bright pink fuzzy monstrosity that I would normally never be caught dead in. It looked like someone murdered the pink panther and made a jacket out of him.

However, it was this jacket or freeze to death. So, I took the jacket with a grateful nod and slipped it on. It smelled like lavender, Angelas preferred perfume. I flashed back to the painting of dried lavender I had back home, propped up in the closet because I didn’t want to be reminded of Hyunjin every time I caught a glimpse of it.

The shoot was at an overgrown train tracks. It was hidden in the woods, almost unseen if you weren’t looking for the rusted metal tracks. It was drizzling just enough to make everything glisten. Perfect for the shoot, cold for those of us who had to be in it. I was glad I opted to take the jacket Ang offered. I would need to have it dry cleaned and returned to her soon so I could thank her properly. Maybe bring her her favorite bougie coffee from the little shop down the road from the studio.

The customer for the graduation shoot was a female Omega, and for a short moment, my blood ran cold because I thought she would somehow know I was an Alpha. The more rational part of myself knew that I had taken my supplements, and it had been plenty long enough that they were in full effect. There was no way she would be able to smell Alpha on me. But I wasn’t feeling very rational at the moment.

I took a few extra minutes setting up my camera so I could get my panic under control. The Omega and her Beta mother were giving me odd looks, most likely smelling my panic in the air even over the metal smell from the tracks and the pine smell of the trees around us. The mossy wet earth not covering the acrid scent of panic emanating from me.

My hand felt warm, and I remembered when Chan took it on the plane when I was starting to panic that the other passengers could smell me. I’m not even sure he registered what he was doing. He was just aiming to make me feel better. To make me feel safe.

Despite the pang of hurt thinking of Chan created, I brought that feeling of safety back to the forefront of my mind. Remembered what it felt like to feel secure, even as exposed and vulnerable as I was. I closed my eyes and remembered.

It worked. With a deep breath, I turned and started the shoot, setting up the female Omega in poses that showed off both the beautiful location and her.

Normally, after a location shoot, I would take the rest of the day to edit the photos or even go home and edit the photos there. But I didn’t want to go home. That was where I remembered soft socked Chan sitting on my couch with JYP not that long ago. That was where I smelled the clothes I took with me that still have their scents clinging to them. That was where I had Stray Kids memorabilia on every surface with their faces staring out at me. That was where I hurt the most.

So instead, I immediately got started on an in studio family shoot that was waiting when I got back to the studio. It was a large family of 21 consisting of mother, father, their 5 grown kids, 8 grandchildren, and 6 great grandchildren. The youngest being just a couple of weeks old. It was chaotic and loud. The children were running around playing and fighting with each other. The parents were trying to corral them and yelling at each other when the children wouldn’t listen.

Normally, I would be annoyed as hell. This was taking way longer than their allotted and paid for hour of time, and it didn’t look like it would resolve itself any time soon. But despite that, I found myself smiling fondly as I watched and patiently waited for everyone to settle down. It made me feel warm. This is what it was like with Stray Kids, and I missed it now that I didn’t have it.

Eventually, everyone settled, and I was able to get a few decent shots where everyone was looking at the camera and not crying. As I walked them out, I promised them I would have the photos ready in 2 days, despite our standard time frame of 1 week. Ang gave me an odd look when she heard it, but didn’t say anything about it.

I stayed well after everyone else went home to edit the photos of both shoots and try and catch up on some of the edits we were behind on because of me. It was after midnight before I deemed myself exhausted enough to go home.

I avoided going online or listening to my music. Both were saturated with Stray Kids, and I couldn’t bring myself to listen to them or read up on any news about them. The countdown clock lived in the back of my mind unwanted, but I couldn’t seem to help that. Soon, it would hit 0, and this would all be over.

I spent time cleaning up the house. Packing up the acrylic standees of the boys and the skzoo plushies I had displayed on a bookshelf. Boxing the albums carefully in plastic so they would be safe from possible flooding or water damage. I took down the posters and photocards on the walls in each room, putting them safely in folders or binders and packing them away as well. The shirts and hoodies, blankets and pillowcases, all went into weatherproof boxes and placed in my storage closet, carefully labelled.

Without all my stuff hanging up, the walls were very plain and bare. It felt like I had just moved in. Like the guest room I stayed in with the boys. All neutral and white. Made for guests and not to be lived in and personalized by any one person.

I convinced myself that it was for the best. That this was all a part of healing from the upheaval and heartbreak.

And it worked. I locked any pain that came away inside my chest. That’s where my heartbreak lived, and I was keeping it there until it faded away with time. I just had to stay strong until it did.

I firmly thought of something else anytime something reminded me of one of the boys. Ignored the weather when it was sunny or stormy. Even started favoring pastel colors in my outfits and photoshoots alike. If anyone noticed, no one said anything. And I ignored any strange looks sent my way.

My life was getting back to exactly what I worked for it to be. This was my choice.

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Unwilling Alpha Taglist: @xxeiraxx @hanniemylovelyquokka @breadedloafs @songleepark @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @hyunjinhoexxx @kayleefriedchicken @vietjeb @hityoulikebahng @juju-227592 @ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal @royal-shinigami @bangchansfavoritenoona @straykidslvr @bookswillfindyouaway @h0rnyp0t @Svmmerstime @jennibahng @kpopandmusicpassion

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arathejedi394 · 2 months ago

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snippet from my new fic for @bookbat1937

If it was possible for a Dom to be a brat, Bucky was one. It started like this. Steve had been minding his own business doing a semester as a TA for an Intro to Drawing class in Brooklyn. Bucky was in his class. In the icebreakers, Steve just walked up to him and offered to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m the TA,” he had said, “my name’s Steve Rogers.”

Bucky smiled at him, having taken his hand, and then instead of shaking it, he kissed it.

“Hey,” he replied casually, “my name’s Bucky, but you can call me whatever you like. I do prefer Daddy, though.”

Now, Steve should have smacked him on the hand. But he had just had a heat, and sometimes when an Alpha pulls that shit it just works.Also, Bucky had just so happened to guess Steve’s biggest kink. In two seconds. Steve had blushed and opened his mouth, then gotten ahold of himself and went on to the next person.

The flirting did not end there.

The next semester, Steve had started as TA for Intro to Drawing and Intro to Printmaking, and by G-d, he was there again. He grinned all bright and Steve spent the whole class catching him staring. He did get a little flustered. Told himself to ignore it. Did not expect the bouquet of sunflowers and irises Bucky showed up with immediately after that class, like not just the same day, Steve had walked out to his locker after cleaning up the studio as he had a class in fifteen minutes and up behind him came Bucky. Sunflowers, purple irises, and juniper.

“I heard that fella Van Goch thought these were pretty,” he had said. “And the juniper is a fire plant. Yannow, like passion.”

“It’s Van Gogh,” Steve corrected him.

But dammit, he took the flowers.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #marvel #captain america #winter soldier #mcu #pre serum steve #fat bucky #getting together #flirting #snippet

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thebleedingwoodland · 8 months ago

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Work In Progress - Spring Rolls （春捲）

Yes, another default replacement is working. ✅

I'm making default replacement mesh & texture mod for replacing Spring Rolls that EA horribly made. The GeoStates (Full, Half, Empty) are all working.

I need time to finish this CC/Mod because the custom Spring Rolls still not looking right and not realistic enough, must be because the image I took for texture is from internet and too bright & over-saturated. The transparent still doesn't working although I use Alpha .dds.

I have to eat real Spring Rolls in real life to see how the actual Spring Rolls should look like.

Reason why I made the default replacement:

To Westerners/non-Asian people, I remind you that actual Spring Rolls look like these.

No matter in what condition and which Asian country.... Spring Rolls are put in one plate and separated from other meals. We're Asians (Chinese & Southeast Asians) do not add noodles to a plate of Spring Rolls. Spring Rolls are just Spring Rolls on plate. There might be leaf decoration, but not another carbohydrate such as noodles on same plate。 In making of Spring Rolls, skin and filling, there is no egg used.

Below are photos of Americanized "Chinese" junk food that USA people themselves call "Egg Rolls". I took these photos from USA brand of American Chinese Food Instagram.

They are legit look like these, not photoshopped, not propaganda. Really shocking that westerners in real life eat Spring Rolls with noodles on one plate... I thought it is just The Sims game... wow

No offense, U.S.A people. Those are horribly not healthy and not aesthetic at all. On the same plate, there is oily fried meal + oily fried meal + oily fried meal again.

I wonder why U.S.A people as the employees in The Sims 3 Studio making World Adventures Expansion Pack really thought in China Chinese people eat "Americanized junk food Spring Rolls with fried noodles" as same as they (the employees) eat in their own country in U.S.A. 😂 ?

You are making Shang Simla, China world, as content of profitable product (video game) you sell worldwide and get massive revenue, but the food is Americanized junk food "Chinese" food, instead of normal food in China that you can easily google on internet if the employees not sent to China for doing research while actually EA has headquarter in Shanghai. China...

Googling image in English language, you'll get normal results of Spring Rolls on one plate, no noodles, no rice, no other carbohydrate meals on the same plate.

Here i upload the image of EA's Spring Rolls (that they call egg rolls)

Representasi Amerika Serikat terjorok yang bikin ngajak perang orang Asia. Mohon maaf sejak kapan lumpia dan Spring Rolls nya China ditambah mie dalam satu piring? Bakal dimarahin emak-emak (dan bapak-bapak juga) satu benua Asia lu 😂

If you USA people thinking that Spring Rolls with noodles on one plate not disgusting enough, probably I should add spaghetti on same plate with burger.

What do you think?

#shang simla #united states of american #spring rolls #egg rolls #electronic arts #the sims 3 world adventures #chinese culture #work in progress #incoming default replacement

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kimeoshi · 7 months ago

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HEY YOU

Um...

Hi hope you're having a a wonderful day

I just wanted to ask since you're a digital artist... how do you color your art?? Because I'm a traditional artist trying to become a digital artist but I have no clue how to color my work (I made the mistake of using 'fill' on ibis paint before realizing oh wait that's not how digital artists color their work dummy) like I know base color and all that but the layers... how... How color? Line art no fun...

*cries*

I have no idea what I'm doing 😭

Don't feel pressured to answer this or anything, just thought to ask you since your art is so CRUNCHY I LOVE IT

Hello there!! I hope you're having a nice day as well

Sure! I'm very happy you like my art and as I also started as a traditional artist, I'm glad to entail some tips! :]

Base colors:

After finishing the lineart (can be sketch too), I use the Magic Wand tool and click it on outside of the lineart. This will give you a silhouette, but in the wrong space. Therefore, we have to go to 'Selection -> Inverse selection', after, you can proceed to use the fill tool on a separate new layer, beneath the lineart.

(Advanced tip: if you use Clip Studio Paint (CSP), there's an asset called 'Erase Along Edge'. Set your lineart layer to a reference layer (light house icon) and you can continue to erase and adjust the silhouette more easily with this eraser!)

Next, make a folder, clip it down to the silhouette, within this folder, add separate layers for each base color. This will help you manage your colors more effectively.

Shading:

This is extremely tricky and I cannot give a standardized process for this, but I'll attempt to do so. There are much better ways to do this I'm sure, the one I entail on forward is a bit time consuming (but it might only be a personal thing as I tend to over-render)

My method:

For a simplified method, skip all the purple colored parts of text.

We are going to continue working here:

I fill a separate layer with all black, and set the layer to color mode. This is to help us see the values better. Should we play around with contrast, brightness, focus points etc.

Then, with a layer, set to multiply mode, I begin shading shadows. Can be grey for now.

After I'm done, I use a layer to block out bright parts, with white. It makes it very dramatic, bless. (You can use different colors for this of course, I just keep this specifically very bright.)

Additionally, make a separate layer, use it for reflection lights with a lightish gray.

Adjust, add, tweak layers to ensure your overall image meets your expectations, including background. Most of the times, I even additionally paint a complete image by blocking out bigger shapes (messy and undefined) to see how the values should match in this stage.

Simplified demonstration:

We'll come back to these layers later.

Hide the previous black color layer. We now have colors again, but it's all so muddy.

Therefore, we alpha lock our previous layers of shading, and fill it over with colors. Unsatisfied by any colors? Use the Hue/Saturation/Brightness sliders or add a new correction layer. Important thing to note that you can use other colors than this purple/blue one in the image below for the multiply layer.

I use correction layers unapologetically. My favourite is Tone Curve + Gradient Map.

Naturally, I have a lot more layers than this in the demonstrated picture, such as Overlay layers to emphasize focus points or further darkening parts with multiply layers, etc. I do most of the hard work during rendering stage! Excuse me for the low effort rubber duck also hahah. Here's a closer example for what I usually do:

All we got left to do is Rendering (painting over mistakes) and Effects. I cannot give much advice on Rendering, it's pretty much the same as in traditional art.

Effects:

I sometimes leave little speckles/sparkles over my art to make it more detailed.

After, there can be correction layers, simply to adjust the final look.

I usually save the image as png or jpg (or in CSP case, merge all visible layers to a new layer) and add noise.

Sometimes, when I just want to post a sketch I add a 3d effect but in Photoshop. It helps a bit in faking extra details.

That's the end of my process! I hope this proved of help, and I wish you a smooth journey :D In the future, I can post timeline speed paints, if there is interest.

My other related threads are this (on my process) and this (on mindset and learning).

You can see me working in action through gifs here. (The gifs include extra planning stages (mentioned in the previous 'on my process' thread, but they follow the same principles I mentioned.)

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Another note: it is possible to get a cracked version of CSP, which I won't entail because of account safety reasons, but if you research it, a pointer I can give is that the distributor's name starts with 'o'.

#if there's any related questions feel free to send more #thanks for the ask!#art guide #asks #art tutorial

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mediocre-shark-tales · 1 year ago

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Fated by the Stars (7)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting. Swearing

Summary - The boys are busy, so they invite over a friend of theirs. This friend makes sure to help you look beautiful for the party tonight. No way you new omegan best friend would let you go not looking like an absolute goddess.

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Today Jisung and Minho were taking me to Jisungs fashion studio. Since both of them had the most knowledge when it came to fashion, they had taken the lead over my outfit for the company's coming together party. When we got to his studio, that had me stand on a podium in the middle of the room. Minho sat in a chair off to the side, next to him on the table was a suit for each of the pack mates. They were trying to pair my dress with their suits, so we looked similar like a pack but everyone still had their own style. The common color among the boys was each suit was many black, but they each suit had something colored in a bright red. That color would them match them with my dress.

Today I would get to find out what my dress was supposed to look like as they had finally finished it. So I was gonna get to put it on and they would pin where they need to make some adjustments to better fit me the way they wanted it to.

Chan's suit was just the pants, shoes, and the coat. He liked to wear his suits without a shirt and tie. The less he had to wear the happier and more comfortable he would be. The buttons on his suit would match my dress color. Minho had a classic suit style where it was longer on the back of the coat. He had a handkerchief in his pocket that matched my dress. Hyunjin would wear a pin stripe suit, the stripes being the same color as my dress. Felix would wear a regular black suit except he wore a turtle neck under his coat, the color being the same as my Dress. Changbin would wear a typical suit as well, except he would not be wearing the coat part, just the regular white button up and tie. The tie had a red love heart on it. Jisung also wore a regular suit and tie, however the cuffs and bottom of the jacket were adorned with red lace decor. Seungmin wore the full typical suit style, he was the only one who had the waist coat as a part of his outfit. His waist coat was the same red as my dress. Finally Jeongin, wore nearly the same outfit as Chan, except his coat was mainly red with black lace detailing all over the main part of the coat.

Jisung opened a small closet, pulling out a dress covered from view by a black plastic cover. He pulled off the cover and handed me the dress. The two looked away allowing me privacy to take off the hoodie and shorts I wore, replacing it with the dress.

I smiled seeing the dark red sequin dress. It had a deep v neck, and was double slit around my legs. When I stop still it seemed like a regular red aline dress. However when I would walk, both my legs would pop out and be visible at times. This dress almost hugged me in all the right places. The places that didn't would eventually hug me as that was why I was here today. Jisung was finally going to finish my dress so everyone was finally ready for the party in two days.

The boys turned around both smiling seeing me all dressed up. Jisung got to work right away with pins already sitting between his lips, only pulling one out to pin pieces tighter against me. Minho on the other hand, took this opportunity to distract me.

His hands ran along my arms to my shoulders as he stood directly behind me. I could feel his breath on my necks he sensually rubbed up and down my arms. It felt great making my omega preen as her alpha gave her his love. However once he began kissing at my neck, I could feel myself slowly dropping. My omega tried her best to come forward, but now was not the time. I tried to fight my drop.

Finally Jisung had finished, whispering to me from in front. I was now sensually sandwiched between the two boys. "It's okay to drop now 'mega. Let us spoil you with our love. You earned it." I nodded and let go. My mid becoming fuzzy and hazy with the boys. They slowly begin to undress me, Jisung taking it and putting it away in the closet. When he returned he had my hoodie and shorts. Placing them back on me as they continued to kiss and caress my through out our shared moment.

Once I had been clothed, Minho turned me around and picked me up. Wrapping my legs around his torso and holding me by my legs. Together we left the building, returning to the car. Jisung sat in the passenger seat and Minho placed me in his lap. While Minho drove us home, Jisung slowly rubbed circles into my back, lulling me into a nice mid afternoon nap.

A glance at the clock told me it was currently 3pm, this left me with 3 more hours before we would leave for the company ball. The boys were all currently running around getting thing handled before they could get ready themselves. Being the hosts of the party they still had a lot to finish and make sure got done. Someone knocked on my door and I yelled they could come in. Looking over I saw Chan peek his head inside. "Hey sweetie, I have someone for you to meet." Opening the door he brought in a smaller male, I could smell that this male was an omega like me. "His name is Wooyoung, He's a friend of Changbin and Jisung. We thought you could use a friend who is also an omega today. So Wooyoung here is going to take you with him and one of his mates to get ready for the ball." Wooyoung waved at me. I smiled and waved back before quickly getting my things put away. "Okay! I'll be ready to go in a moment then!" Chan left probably to go finish up some more things. Wooyoung walked in a little closer and started to chat as I grabbed some thing I thought I might need. "It's nice to finally meet you y/n! Changbin and Jisung both talk about you all the time." I smiled. "I'm glad to meet another omega myself, may I ask how you know those two?"

Wooyoung nodded and began to explain while I slipped on some shoes. "Well Changbin and I grew up in the same neighborhood, we hit it off well and have been friends ever since. When we found most of our mates at the same time, we both got super excited but also overwhelmed. We found and escape in venting to each other so our bond has been able to stay strong. Jisung is different. He and I joined Minho's company at the same time, we both were dreaming to be designers. One day Jisung came up with the idea of working together to do something different. We could design clothing lines for each sub gender but have them release together during the seasons. Typically there was an alpha clothing season, Beta season and Omega Season. Since one designer would only be able to handle designing for one gender every few months. It was a few months into our success when I realized he was a pack mate of Changbin and from then on my pack and your pack have been close friends." Finally I had the shoes on and we began to walk out the door.

"Will I get to meet your pack today as well?" Wooyoung smiled while helping me I not his car. "Yep! We just didn't want to overwhelm you immediately, So I will help you get ready for the ball and then you an meet them when we get there!" I nodded and he hopped in the drivers seat. Pulling out of the driveway we were off to our first stop.

We pulled up to a hair salon, Wooyoung helped me out and inside. The beta lady smiled seeing us both, "Hey Woo, is this the levanter pack omega!" Wooyoung nodded. "Yep it sure is, I have been told by the pack that she had a rough start to life, so it's up to you what to do with the hair and make up." She squealed. "Well hello darlin' My name is Charlie and I just love it when I get to choose the hair and makeup, Don't you worry darlin'! I'm gonna make you so beautiful your pack won't know what to do!" She quickly hopped over to a chair pulling it around for me. I sat down and she placed this plastic bib like thing over me.

"Woo, what's her dress look like so I make sure to match the vibe?" She asked, Wooyoung came over with his phone showing her a picture. She squealed once again before playing with my hair a little.

"Alright girlie! I have the perfect idea. just spare me some time to work my magic." And with that she got to work on my hair first. She rolled me over to give my hair a wash. Scrubbing different soap int my hair before rinsing. As she took a dryer to my hair, we watched as it began to curl on its own. "You just have the best hair girlie"

Finally it was dryer and she began to loosely braid my hair back to the middle of my head. The braid on each side shaped as if they were part of a flower crown on my head. She curled up some of the part that stayed down. It was quite a beautiful half up do hairstyle. Next she brought over all her make up. First she used her foundation and such to even out my skin tone. Then brought back some of that natural redness with the blush. Next she focused on my eyes, swiping the cat eye style liner. She applied red eye shadow as a base then gradient that into black glittery eyeshadow. Finishing by giving me rose red lipstick.

Looking at myself, I felt beautiful even with the random hoodie and shorts I had on. Charlie spun me around and I was now looking at Wooyoung who stood there. When he saw me, he was suddenly awestruck. "Well if this is how she looks without the dress on then we are gonna be seeing 8 dead men tonight. Cause you are stunning y/n!" I blushed and looked away shyly.

Charlie gave me a small side hug, but Wooyoung quickly said goodbye and we were off again. This time we went straight to the fashion studio to pick up my dress and accessories. "Okay, so first I'll help you get in the dress. Jisung has given me full reign over your shoe choice and accessories. So I already pulled out some options and I'll give you what looks the best with you." I nodded "Okay, can't wait to see the final look. I'm excited to feel pretty." Wooyoung scoffed chuckling a little. "Oh you sweet innocent thing. You will not be looking pretty, You are gonna be drop dead gorgeous. Like the fucking moon goddess!" I giggled. "okay I trust you."

Finally we pull up to the building. While walking in, I was once again fascinated by the beautiful architecture on the inside. Beautiful art lined the hallways, must be to help inspire those with artist block. We entered a different room, this must me Wooyoungs. He handed me my dress, "Let me know when you ready for to tie it up for you."

I nodded and he turned around allowing me some privacy to change. It took me a second to get everything off and get into the dress. To make this dress look as pretty as it could, I had to be braless. But I wore some red lace underwear just because I was feeling extra confident today. Wooyoung came over when I told him I was ready. He pulled the strings to tighten it up, making sure it hugged me perfectly before finishing tying it. I smiled seeing myself in the mirror. Wooyoung had me sit down so he could help me put on the heels. They were these glittery red block heels that gave me an extra 4 inches of height. The straps of these heels wrapped up my calves about half way to the knee.

Next he handed me this small sparkly red clutch with a silver chain strap. He helped me put in some ruby red teardrop earrings, that pried with the silver chain necklace that also had a red teardrop ruby.

Finally he let me stand back up and look in the mirror. Now was my turn to be starstruck, I looked and felt gorgeous like woo young said. I glanced over to Wooyoung, "You were right, I feel gorgeous." He chuckled. "told you y/n. Now give me a minute to change and we can head out." I smiled and nodded. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to my pack. 'I can't wait to show you my outfit, I think you guys will really like it.' Feeling this gorgeous had given me a new sense of confidence when messaging the boys. They were quick to reply back, the youngest wanting nothing more than to see me right now, while the eldest held back wanting to enjoy the surprise.

When woo young came back, He looked even more handsome than I thought possible. "You look fantastic Woo!" He blushed a little before quickly replying back. "Well no one is beating your beauty tonight y/n, I'm excited to see those idiots on their knees for you sweet thing." I giggled.

Once he had cleaned up his room, we began to head back out to the car. This was gonna be great. "hey Woo? Mind if I put on a song?" Looking to me with a smile, he simply told me. "Be my guest gorgeous." I smiled and connected my phone and quickly played the song. "Oh this is perfect for this moment y/n!" I smiled and we began to sing along as 'Spicy Margarita' by Jason Derulo and Michael Bublé played in the background.

#alpha beta omega #bang chan #childhood trauma #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #lee minho #omegaverse #seo changbin #yang jeongin

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emthimofnight · 11 months ago

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hello! i really like your art and i have a little question about it if you don't mind answering; i noticed your lineart is coloured and was wondering how you do it. do you first draw black lineart and alpha lock it to colour? and how do you choose the colors of the lineart?

Omg, thank you so much!!! ;w; ❤️

And yes! I draw in black line art first and then run an auto action I have set up in Clip Studio Paint to do the line art coloring process for me. It saves a lot of time!

Before I had that set up, though, my process would be to duplicate my line art, duplicate and flatten my color layers, hit my color layer with a Gaussian blur, then clip my color layer to my line art before merging it. Afterward, I will adjust the line art layer by brightness/saturation to get darker versions of my base colors, then I usually set my line art layer to multiply.

I hope this helps!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I intend to art stream again soon, so hopefully you can tune in to see my process live if my explanation doesn't make sense!

#answered asks #emthim rambles

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 2 years ago

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Blinding Light Chapter Three

Hey guys! Back again with Chapter Three. Guess I’m just plowing through the writing of these. I haven’t felt this inspired in a while. It’s odd. I’m pretty excited to be writing this so we’ll see how everything goes. Hopefully, I can stay somewhat consistent. I’ve gotten some wonderful encouragement while writing this au.

Hybrids: Munchkin Cat Y/N (Omega), Fox Jin (Omega), Panther Yoongi (Alpha), Golden Retriever J-Hope (Beta), Wolf RM (Alpha), Calico Cat Jimin (Omega), Tiger V (Beta), Bunny Jungkook (Beta)

Word Count: 4, 274

Description: Y/N has spent the past seven years trapped in a hole in the floor. Forced in horrible situations she wished nothing more than to escape. When escape presents itself in the form of a group of seven hybrids, surely she must have finally snapped. Now, she has to figure out how a normal life works after being trapped in perpetual hell with her suddenly appearing mates.

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Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

The next morning, I’m able to sneak out of the bed much easier than the morning before. I had promised Taehyung that I would meet him in his art studio to get the coffee mug for Yoongi. I try to sneak as quietly as I can, still wanting it to be a surprise. I open the door to the studio, only to be surprised to see a room lined with bookcases. All kinds of books sit on them, all shapes, sizes, and colors. Namjoon lounges on a couch, a book open in his hands. I blush as he looks up at me.

“Sorry, I thought this was Tae’s art studio,” I admit bashfully. He sets his book down, marking his page.

“It’s no problem. It’s two more doors down,” Namjoon offers me a smile, his dimples on display.

“I-Is it okay if I take a look around?” I chew on my bottom lip. I had never been in a library before. None of my owners were ever big readers so I hadn’t spent a lot of time around books. I can feel his eyes on me as I wander the room, looking at different books.

“You can borrow any books you want, whenever,” This comes from right behind me and then his chest is against my back as he pulls a book from the shelf. I can’t help but blush,” Try this one. You might like the story.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I glance over at him, the book clasped to my chest,” Are you okay with me being here? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“What would make you ask that?” He pauses, giving me a confused look.

“I just… it seems like you might not like me very much and we haven’t really spent any time around each other,” I admit. I can’t help but think about him being at the back of the group in my room last night.

“I don’t dislike you,” He folds his hands and rests his chin on them,” I just wanted to give you time. This must all be very overwhelming for you and I didn’t want to add to your stress. Plus, I figured you might need a break from seeing me, seeing as I’m the one that keeps interrogating me.”

I think his words over for a minute. In the two time I had spent time with Namjoon, they had both been high stress situations. I’m sure that didn’t give him the best impression. Plus, he’s heard the more intimate details of my times. I’ve been fairly good at blocking that from my mind. I’m just trying to be normal. I’ll have to deal with those memories and emotions at some point, but I have time.

“I don’t dislike you either,” I say finally, giving him a bright smile,” I hope we can spend some time together in the future. To become more comfortable with each other.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Namjoon gives me a dimpled smile and returns to his book. I go two more doors down to meet Taehyung. He yawns, stretching and scratching his head. He seems half asleep. I feel kind of bad for making him wake up so early so I could get the cup before breakfast. Tae brightens up upon seeing me.

“It’s ready. I double checked to make sure it was solid and it should be good,” He holds the cup out to me and I cradle it gently in my hands. I set it down gently on the table and jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you!” He seems stunned for a moment but then quickly hugs me back. I pull back and pick the cup back up,” I have to get back before Yoongi wakes up.”

I run back to my room, sitting the cup on the night stand and hoping onto the bed. I land partially on Yoongi, who grunts. He blinks for a few moments before focusing on me. My face hovers over his as I smile down at him.

“I have a present for you!” I announce, hoping out of his reach before he can wrap his arms around me and try to go back to sleep. I pick up the cup and put it behind my back,” Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

He does as I say, his eyes closing quickly. It warms my heart that he listened so quickly. I place it in his hands gently, trying to contain my excitement. I really hope he likes it. This is the first gift I’ve ever given someone, let alone one that I’ve made.

“Open,” I say softly. His eyes open and immediately fix on the coffee cup,” Tae showed me how to make pottery yesterday. I noticed you drink a lot of coffee and I thought you might li-“

He pulls me toward him, interrupting me words as his lips press to mine. A whine is trapped in my throat as his lips consume mine. His hands are at my waist as mine rest on his cheeks. It feels like home, comfort, sunlight, a warm that builds in the soul. It’s like I can feel our souls being knit together. The idea of being away from him, of never being able to see him again, would tear me apart. Is this what being mates means? He finally pulls away, both of us breathless. His lips are a little red and I can’t help but think of how they got that way.

“Thank you,” His smile is gummy and sweet. His hands now rest on my hips,” I love it. I hope I wasn’t too forward or anything.”

“It’s fine, really,” I give him a quick peck on the lips before dancing out of his reach,” Jin is gonna have breakfast ready soon.”

“We can still cuddle before breakfast,” He whines.

“Nuh-uh. No way. We’ll never make it downstairs,” I open the door again, the delicious smell of breakfast wafting upstairs,” I’m gonna go see if I can help him with anything. If you’re not downstairs before breakfast is on the table, I’m sending the chaos twins.”

I watch him rolls his eyes before I close the door and head downstairs and to the kitchen. He’s fully focused on his cooking, seemingly unaware of my presence. He’s flipping pancakes and humming to himself. It’s strange to think that the professional doctor I saw that first night is this same man. I clear my throat and he jumps a little, nearly dropping a pancake on the floor.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” I rush forward, feeling immediately guilty.

“I just startle easily,” He laughs jovially, throwing the pancake back in the pan,” Breakfast won’t be done for a few more minutes.”

“I know, I just had a question for you,” I chew my bottom lip nervously. I’ve really got to stop doing that.

“Ask away, darling,” He keeps cooking but he glances up at me from time to time.

“My… previous owner had me on a heat suppressant. I took it daily. I don’t know if there are any bad effects to being off of it this long, if I should stay on it or what we should do,” I trail off, not sure where I’m going with this, now.

“Well, it’s not great for a Hybrid to be on suppressants. They can have some pretty nasty side effects while you’re on them. That being said, they aren’t a medicine that makes you sick, going cold turkey. It lingers in your system for about 2-3 weeks, depending on the dosage. We’ll just have to keep track of your cycle while you’re coming off of it,” I help him set the various plates on the table,” We have a den on the first floor we use for our heats. I’ll have Namjoon get it ready in case you go into your heat early. It’ll probably be a really short one, at first. Your next one would be normal, though.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. Would you guys… prefer if I stay on them? I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or make them feel obligated to help me with my heats. I’ve gone through them alone before so it’s not a big deal,” I’m glad no one has come in yet, or I would feel way more embarrassed.

“That one is up to you. We would obviously never make you have help. That being said, don’t ever feel like you can’t ask any of us for help. Any one of us would be glad to help and it would never be trouble,” Jin shoots me a smile and wink before yelling at everyone to come to breakfast. We all eat before it’s time for everyone to split off for the day. Namjoon and Jin head to work, Namjoon dragging Jimin and Taehyung with him. Hoseok and Yoongi are off next, leaving me and Jungkook.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for the day,” He grins broadly, his bunny teeth on full display,” I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” My eyebrows furrow.

“Would you like me to teach you some self defense?” His question catches me off guard,” With us not catching your owner and with what happened in the van, I feel like you knowing self defense might come in handy.”

“That would actually be really great,” I’m surprised that the idea makes me happy.

“I know it’s hard, as an Omega, to picture yourself hurting someone else. Jimin was the same way,” Jungkook gets up from his seat to help me stack the dishes and put them in the sink,” But I know everyone would be more comfortable leaving you by yourself if you had some kind of defense.”

After we finish the dishes, we head upstairs to get changed into more work out style clothes. Another pair of bicycle shorts and a t-shirt that was left on my bed and smells like Yoongi. There’s a new pair of tennis shoes sitting in the closet too, so I throw those on. Jungkook waits for me the in the hallway, leading me into a room that turns out to be his gym. He does some quick rearranging, laying some mats on the floor.

“Stand here,” he motions his hands to the spot in front of him,” So, your advantage is that you’re almost always gonna be smaller, so you’re faster and can get out of tight spots easier. However, if you get hit, it’s gonna hurt. Almost everything I’m going to show you is going to be a move that can be used to help you escape.”

He takes me through a lot of different moves, practicing each one until I feel comfortable with it. He shows me how to position my hands and feet, how to move my body and avoid injury. We break after a couple of hours to eat some sandwiches and catch our breath. There’s something enjoyable about just moving your body. Not having to think and just moving.

“Now, if you ever have to punch someone, it comes from your hips. You move your whole body with it, or it doesn’t have the impact you want. Show me your fist,” I hold it up for him. His hands cover mine as he readjusts them,” You want to hold it like this to avoid breaking anything. If you send a punch from your elbow, it’s gonna hurt like hell. Watch me.”

He demonstrates a punch and I try to copy his movements. He stands behind me and guides my movement. His hands are warm, even on my fevered skin. We run through a few more stances and movements before we finally call it a day.

“You did great! I was worried you wouldn’t want to learn them but I’m glad you were okay with it,” Jungkook chugs water from a bottle he got from the mini fridge. He tosses one to me, which I catch,” I’d still prefer if you were around one of the other guys if shit goes down, but at least I know you can hold your own.”

“I’m sure real situations will be much different and I doubt I’ll perform as well as a rehearsed situation,” I sit cross legged on one of the mats. Yoongi’s shirt is so long on me that it goes to my knees.

“That’s what I’m here for. I can practice with you whenever you want,” He still seems quite energetic despite our hours of work. He pauses for a second before his eyes widen,” Oh! I almost forgot. I have something for you. Lets get cleaned up and then I’ll meet you in the living room.”

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I make my way to the living room. Jungkook is on the phone when I head downstairs. I wait patiently on the couch while he finishes up. Once he’s done, he collapses on the couch next to me. His hair is wet and he now wears jeans and a t-shirt. After a moment, he straightens up again.

“Okay, so I have to go and meet Namjoon to get some work done. We wanted you to have this,” He holds out a phone,” I’ve programmed everyone’s numbers in. I can show you how to use it real quick.”

He walks me through setting up my new phone, including the Face ID and passcode. He also shows me texting and informs me that he’s added me to a group chat with the guys. Apparently, they use that as a main method of communication with each other. I nod along, unsure of what I would even say.

“If you need anything, give one of us a call. We’ll probably pick up some kind of take out for dinner since we all had to go out today,” Jungkook catches me off guard by pressing a quick kiss to my forehead,” I’ll see you when I get back.”

And then I’m alone. For the first time in three days, I’m completely alone. Thoughts and emotions rush through me all at once. Too many to process, or even comprehend. I suddenly feel more exhausted than I did before, curling up on the couch with my face pressed into a pillow. There’s a blanket on the back of the couch that I pull around me. It smells like Jimin.

I’m not sure how long I dozed off but a loud sound brings me from my sleep. The sound of glass breaking is jarring in the empty house. Before I can even process the sound, I’m on my feet and running. I scramble up the stairs and into a random room, trying to close the door as quietly as possible behind me.

The smell of Jin swirls around me. I run into his closet and pull myself up the shelves like a ladder, pressing myself flat against the top shelf. My small form shouldn’t be visible from below. I can hear footsteps on the landing, and voices.

“We have to be fast. We don’t know how long they’re going to be gone,” The voice is rough and sends a shiver of fear down my spine.

“They should be gone long enough for us to find the girl. Although, this house is fucking massive,” Another voice grumbles,” We’ll have to search every room.

I hear the door to this room open and it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I have to hope that being surround by Jin’s clothes is enough to cover my scent. Omega’s tend to have more aggressive scents, they are naturally off put more. I can hear crashing in the room and I can feel my anxiety rising. When I hear the footsteps come toward me, I hold my breath. It feels like eternity but then they’re leaving this room and moving to the next.

I scramble back down the shelves and press my ear to the wall to see what I can hear. I peek out the door and, seeing the hallway empty, dash quickly down to Jungkook’s gym. I shut the door quietly and grab the bar from the bench press machine. It’s heavy but not too heavy for me to lift of swing. I hide behind the stacked mats. Jungkook must have cleaned up in here before his shower. I hold the bar close to me, ready to swing if I need to.

I feel a slight buzz in my pocket and remember the phone Jungkook had given me. I pull it out to see I have missed a couple calls and texts from the boys. I open my phone to the group chat and type just a few words. ‘There’s someone in the house.’ Then it goes back into my pocket. I’m glad that it was on silent.

It feels like forever before I hear the door to the gym open. Once again, things are crashing around. Then, the sound that sends shiver down my spine, the mats are being pulled out of the way. Then I’m face to face with a large black bear hybrid. His Alpha scent is aggressive. I swing before I can think, hitting him across the face. We’re both stunned for a second.

“Did you just-“ He’s cut off again as I stand to my full height and swing again. This one has my full strength behind hit. This time, he hits the ground hard, his head bouncing off the hardwood. I watch him for a few moments, waiting to see if he moves. He doesn’t get up, seemingly unconscious. Blood trickles from the spot on his head where the bar hit. I drop the bar, looking around the trashed room. I race out of the room, trying to think of where the best place to hide is. I don’t really want to deal with a pissed off bear when he comes to. Before I can make it to the stairs, my path is blocked by a different hybrid. I stop in my tracks, a leopard hybrid standing before me. He takes a step toward me and I step back, my eyes flicking around for a quick way to escape.

I leap up onto the bannister beside me, jumping down to the floor below, moving on instinct. I pitch forward in a roll, leaping to my feet and running into the kitchen. I can hear the leopard hit the floor behind me. I grab a knife from the knife block, clutching it tightly in both hands. He raises both hands, approaching me slowly.

“You wouldn’t want to do that,” He’s the grumbly voice from earlier,” We both know that you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Then leave,” There’s so much venom in my voice that it even surprises me. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me.

He leaps at me and it’s like everything slows down. His body slams into the knife, the knife piercing through without any effort on my end. He must have thought I was bluffing, that I would drop the knife and try to run. I let the knife go but it stays in his stomach, his hands going to it as he collapses to the floor.

There’s blood on my hands. Seeing that sends me over the edge. The panic hits me hard and fast, and suddenly, it’s hard to breath. Tears well in my eyes and I can’t stop them, I can barely focus. I curl into a ball, moving as far away from the collapsed man as possible.

“Y/N!” The voice sounds far away. I can’t even focus enough to tell who it is.

Hands touch me and I flinch. I glance back to see a familiar shade of pink and the smell of spiced apples wraps around me. He wraps his arms around me, carrying me away from the man. Someone is crouched next to the man but I can’t see through the tears.

“Shhhh…. You’re okay. I’m right here. It’s okay,” Jimin coos, rocking me back in forth in his arms. It takes a long time, but his tight hug and gentle humming eventually pull me out of the panic attack. I’m so exhausted I can barely move. By the time I come out of it, everyone is here. Jungkook is dragging a very pissed off bear downstairs while Jin hovers over the stabbed leopard.

“I stabbed a man,” My voice is shaky and weak.

“Shhhh….. It’s fine. You did it to defend yourself. No one is mad at you,” He nuzzles my cheek.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” The words flow out of me without my permission. I think I’m in shock. I can’t focus on anything other than the knife stabbing into the leopard.

Jimin just holds me for a while, humming softly. I doze off in his arms, the exhaustion finally crashing into me full force. When I wake up, I can hear voices. I keep my eyes closed, listening.

“Is she okay?” Yoongi asks, concern in his voice.

“She was in shock. She stabbed someone, so I can’t blame her. She’s asleep right now, though,” Jimin’s voice is soft, his breath brushing my ear.

“They must have been keeping watch. They waited until we were all gone,” Jungkook this time. I can hear pacing footsteps.

“We can’t leave her alone again. I’m not giving them another opportunity,” Namjoon this time.

“It’ll have to be one of us then. Jin and Tae have actual jobs. They can’t skip days like the rest of us,” Hoseok speaks up.

“We’ll trade off. It doesn’t matter who stays, as long as someone does. They trashed most of the rooms, but a few are still intact,” Namjoon answers this time. “I would like to know how she knocked out that massive bear,” Jungkook laughs a little. His voice is close.

I open my eyes slowly, peering up at the underside of Jimin’s jaw. I shift a little to alert them that I’m awake. I can feel all eyes focused on me and it makes me nervous. I sit up in Jimin’s lap, lifting myself up to sit next to him, between him and Yoongi. I lean into Yoongi’s side.

“Baby, what happened?” Jungkook is the first to speak up.

“I was taking a nap on the couch and I heard glass break. I ran upstairs and into Jin’s room. I climbed the shelves in the closet to the top and laid flat. After they checked it, I snuck out and down to Jungkook’s gym room. I grabbed the bench press bar and hid behind the stacked mats. When he pulled the mats aside, I hit him with the bar. Twice. I tried to run downstairs but the leopard confronted me before I could get to the stairs. I jumped down from the bannister and ran into the kitchen. I held the knife in front of me and he jumped at me. I don’t know if he expected me to drop it, but I didn’t. I… stabbed him,” My voice chokes on the last few words. Yoongi rubs his hand up and down my back in a calming manner.

“It was self defense. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Hoseok’s voice is gentle.

“He’s going to be just fine. He just needed a few stitches and a blood transfusion. You didn’t hit any vital organs and the wound was relatively shallow. He’s already started to heal,” Jin gives me an encouraging smile as he speaks.

“Honestly, you didn’t even really stab him. The idiot just ran into your knife,” Jungkook pipes up,” Who jumps at someone holding a knife, hoping they’ll drop it? That’s dumb.”

“A few of the rooms survived the onslaught. Y/N’s, Tae’s, and mine. Looks like we’re bunking up for the night, guys. The cleaning crew will be here in the morning,” With that, everyone starts to get up from their spots on the floor. Yoongi gets up and then turns to help me up.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” My words are nearly whispered but his ears flick and his arms wrap around me. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Of course. I can even share if that will make you more comfortable,” He rests his forehead against mine for a moment before pulling back. I nod, already knowing who else to invite.

“I’ll meet you upstairs,” I turn and run off, looking for a specific person. It takes me some time, but I find him outside his room, peering through the door at the damage.

“Hey,” My voice is soft. He turns to face me.

“Hey,” His lips quirk up in a smile.

“I- would you mind…?” I trail off, my nerves becoming too much. I take a deep breath,” Would you mind staying with me tonight? I-I mean, Yoongi will be there too. I-I just-“

“Of course,” He gives me a bright smile.

“Really?” I can’t help but feel shocked. We hadn’t gotten to spend much time together so I was surprised that he agreed so quickly. He’s just so comfortable to around, like Yoongi.

“If it will make you more comfortable, than I really don’t mind. I might even enjoy it,” His tone is teasing this time.

“Thank you, Hoseok,” I feel breathless. Somehow, I’m nervous that he’s going to be staying with me.

“Call me Hobi. Everyone else does,” He throws an arm around my shoulders,” Come on, before Yoongi finds a way to take up the whole bed.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Chapter Four soon!!

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supermodels Vox and Lucifer/Coffee shop worker Alastor - Omega Fem!Alastor/ Alpha Fem!Vox/Alpha Fem!Lucifer Human AU

episode 1

The aroma of fresh, rich espresso and warm vanilla filled the sleek and modern hallways of the modeling agency. As Alastor hurried down the corridor, a tray of perfectly prepared coffees in one hand, her determined gaze focused on the door ahead while her red curls bounced with each step. Today, the petite omega, usually bubbling with humor and quick wit, was serious. As she navigated through the hustle and bustle of the agency, her bright, crimson eyes darted to the door, speeding up, not spilling a single drop.

She had a bet to win.

Lucifer and Vox, two of the most renowned supermodels in the industry and fierce alphas, had challenged her. They wanted their complicated coffee orders delivered within twenty minutes without a single flaw. It wasn't just a test of her skills; it was to prove she has gotten good at making coffee.

Alastor, an omega from a very small town, refused to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her fail, in something she had learn with no schooling.

As she arrived at Lucifer's dressing room first, she gracefully balanced the tray before knocking on the door. "Your morning delight has arrived, your highness," she chirped playfully, her Southern accent adding a teasing lilt to her words.

The door swung open to reveal Lucifer—short yet elegant, draped in a silk robe that barely concealed her perfection. Golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her scarlet-painted lips curled into a sly smirk. "Oh, coffee girl, I was beginning to think you'd lost your way."

Alastor scoffed at the insinuation. "Not a chance." She handed over the customized macchiato—two shots of espresso, a hint of vanilla, and precisely frothed milk. Lucifer took a sip, savoring the taste before giving Alastor a knowing look. "Well, color me impressed, you did a good job omega." Then Lucifer closed the door, Alastor blink dazed for a few seconds.

With the first delivery complete, Alastor took a quick breath and checked it off mentally. Her heart raced as she hurried to Vox's studio, eager to win the bet. She pushed open the door without hesitation, already anticipating the presence of this model.

Sure enough, Vox lounged on a couch, her electric blue nails tapping rhythmically against her phone screen. The sleek back of her hair and perfectly winged eyeliner gave her an air of unapproachable confidence, but the mischievous glint in her blue eyes told a different story.

Without missing a beat, Vox purred at Alastor's arrival, taking in Alastor's appearance as she slowly sat up; her robe started to slide down, giving a full view of cleavage. Vox made a beckoning motion with her finger towards Alastor. "You're one second late, Omega," she remarked with a sly grin.

Alastor's muscles tensed, knowing what was coming next. She handed over the coffee—iced, half-caf, oat milk, with a drizzle of caramel—just the way Vox asked.

Vox took a slow sip, drawing out the moment as Lucifer appeared in the doorway with her own coffee in hand. Amusement danced in Lucifer's eyes as she observed the interaction between Alastor and Vox. "Perfect, yet still a second late, Alastor." Vox said.

"We win the bet, coffee girl," Lucifer taunted.

Vox chuckled in agreement. "Now what to do with our tardy omega, Lucy?"

Alastor bristled at being referred to as their omega, but before she could protest, both alphas shared a knowing look that made something uneasy settle in her stomach as they both started to step closer to her; she knew whatever they had planned for her wouldn't be pleasant.

Lucifer placed a hand on her shoulder while Vox mirrored her movements on the other side. Alastor's discomfort grew as they both began to hum and nod in unison as they started trailing their hands over her.

"Stop touching me!" Alastor finally snapped; unnerved by their synchronized actions, people back home would think she is some kind of whore for letting alphas touch her like that.

Both alphas exchanged sly grins before turning back to her. "Alastor, you were late; you'll have lost the bet," Lucifer declared with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Unless you want to break our agreement, I can call up the lawyer. " Alastor shook her head no.

"We have a special idea for you, Alastor" Vox teased.

"So get ready for a special modeling session for your alphas, coffee girl," Lucifer said with a wicked smile.

"We're going to make you even prettier," Vox added in a teasing tone. "Less old-fashioned and show a bit more skin just for your alphas."

Alastor's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at their words; she felt self-conscious about being seen or considered pretty by others. It was something she had never desired or pursued—only her future mate’s opinion of her should ever matter.

"Don't worry, our cute omega," Vox reassured her. "These pictures will be for our eyes only—think of it as our little secret."

Alastor tilted her head, considering their words. She doesn't know why they would want pictures of her. Though the thought that no one else would see them did make her feel slightly reassured. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered, bracing herself. "When do we do this?"

"Great," Lucifer said with a satisfied smirk. She exchanged a knowing glance with Vox before giving Alastor a mischievous smile. "How about this weekend?" Lucifer suggested.

Vox added their address. "This will be a great weekend, our little omega. You don’t have to bring anything, we'll get everything for you."

Alastor nodded slowly, trying to push away any doubts or fears that crept into her mind. She could do this; she could be their model this weekend, hoping she didn't regret it later.

Episode 2

Lucifer and Vox strode through the high-end boutique, their arms piled high with a collection of garments ranging from scandalous to downright sinful. The two alphas exchanged knowing smirks as they sifted through racks of designer clothing, their minds filled with tantalizing images of a certain redheaded omega.

"I can already envision her in this," Vox purred, holding up a short, flirty mini skirt. The fabric shimmered under the store's lights. "Can you imagine the way she'd fidget, trying to tug it down, Lucy?" Vox's blue eyes gleamed with mischief.

And while she kept struggling, she ended up showing off her ass. Then when their omega tries to cover her ass, they will get a peek of her covered cunt. Vox wonders out loud if she shaves or has a bush. Lucifer hopes their old-fashioned omega doesn't shave; it will be fun to tease her. Either way, the thought of Alastor squirming under their watchful gaze sent a thrill through both of them.

Lucifer chuckled, running her fingers along a delicate, lacy bra with matching underwear. She carefully selected a few pieces, admiring the intricate details and appreciating how they would look on their omega. "Oh, absolutely," she agreed. "And this..." she plucked a sheer blouse from the rack, tilting her head in amusement. "Alastor would be mortified."

Both women laughed at the image of their reserved 'coffee girl' blushing furiously, arms crossed over her chest in a desperate attempt to conceal her ample assets beneath the sheer fabric.

What color would her nipples be? The unspoken question hung between them, igniting a fire of desire within them. Lucifer spoke with lust in her voice. "We should turn up the AC to make it colder," Lucifer suggested. Vox grinned in agreement with her girlfriend.

"Don't forget these," Vox chimed in, tossing a pair of tight booty shorts onto their growing pile, along with a cropped top that promised to tease just enough underboob if Alastor moved just right.

Lucifer hummed in approval before picking up a sultry, blood-red nightgown. She ran her fingers over it thoughtfully. “I wonder if she even owns anything remotely close to this,” she mused aloud.

"Doubtful," Vox smirked. But that’s why we are such good alphas to help our omega to expand her… wardrobe.” Just the thought of their prudish and old-fashioned omega transforming into a seductive vixen just for them and them alone sent a delicious wave of anticipation through both alphas.

Next came the heels. Then hair products (because Alastor’s unruly curls deserved attention). And, of course, makeup to enhance those crimson eyes. Their little omega wouldn’t just be cute this weekend—she would be breathtaking.

"We’re going to have so much fun this weekend," Lucifer murmured, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

Vox nodded in agreement, tossing another handful of garments into their ever-growing haul. "She has no idea what she's in for." Then, something caught their eye. A backless red dress with a daring slit that traveled all the way up the thigh. Both women grinned in unison, grabbing it without hesitation.

Yes, they were perverts who reveled in the idea of corrupting and claiming their innocent omega. But they also wanted her to have fun with them… even if Alastor had no clue what they had planned for her.

episode 3

Alastor hesitated at the doorstep of Lucifer and Vox’s home, her fingers nervously twisting a loose strand of hair as tremors rippled through her slender frame. She stood there, a cocktail of emotions swirling within apprehension mixed with an undeniable curiosity that tugged at her thoughts.

As she prepared to cross the boundary into the domain of two imposing alphas, it felt forbidden, a delicious thrill of anxiety coursing through her veins. She had always tried to keep her distance from alphas. Yet here she was, her heart pounding in her chest, knowing she was doing something she was taught not to do, but she was also taught to keep one's word.

Summoning her courage with a deep, steadying breath, Alastor raised her hand to knock, only for the door to swing open before her knuckles could make contact. Standing in the doorway was Lucifer, exuding an effortless, unapologetic confidence that made Alastor's cheeks flush a deep scarlet. The stark nudity of Lucifer’s form seemed to command the very air around her, and Alastor instinctively averted her gaze, stuttering, "I—I’m sorry!" Her voice was a fragile whisper of mortification. "I must have arrived too early."

Lucifer’s smirk was a wicked blend of mischief and allure as she leaned lazily against the doorframe, entirely unperturbed by her lack of clothing. In a moment of involuntary curiosity, Alastor's eyes flickered downward, catching an unexpected and unfamiliar sight of a penis resting above Lucifer’s vagina; she quickly looked away, her stomach knotting with a sensation she had never felt before.

A rush of conflicting thoughts assailed her; she had only heard rumors whispered in hushed tones about the unusual anatomy of female alphas possessing both a penis and a vagina. She had dismissed these as nothing more than idle gossip from her omega sisters and a few omega brothers, tales with no grounding in reality. Yet here was Lucifer, who was standing before her, tangible proof—proof she hadn’t anticipated. As she caught sight of Lucifer’s growing arousal, her cheeks flamed anew with horror. This was a moment meant for mates only.

“There’s no need to be shy, my coffee girl,” Lucifer teased, her voice a smooth blend of amusement with something darker. “Come in; I’ll get dressed.” Her golden eyes sparkled with unspoken promises as she added playfully, “Alastor, you really don’t need to be embarrassed by what you just saw...” With a gentle touch, Lucifer twirled a finger around one of Alastor's curls. "Sweetheart, don't you find it…delightful watching my cock react for you, Alastor? It's only telling you that I got pleasure from you admiring it; it's saying hello. Would you like to give it a handshake? Or do you want to see what's happening underneath my cock?"

At Lucifer's words, Alastor could only manage a breathless gasp, overwhelmed by the explicit nature of this encounter. She barely managed to stammer out an exclamation, “Pervert.” Lucifer’s laughter, warm and knowing, filled the air.

“Yes, indeed I am,” Lucifer replied softly, adding with a teasing lilt, “And I’m getting wet just for you, so be a good girl this weekend." She winked, leaning closer. “You may end up begging for mommy to fuck you." Alastor gasped in shock; she had never been spoken to in such a way. Lucifer was truly a pervert, just as her mama and father had warned her might happen if she ventured beyond their small town.

Still trembling and flushed with humiliation, Alastor stepped inside, entering a space that was both elegant and unexpectedly intimate. The room was adorned with framed pictures of Vox and Lucifer on the walls, their smiles and shared moments captured in time. She had never known that Vox and Lucifer were together; it was a revelation to her that two alphas could even be in a relationship.

Her father had always dictated what was acceptable, so she had kept to herself or mingled only with those raised under the same strict beliefs her parents upheld. Since moving away, she had been overwhelmed by a whirlwind of culture shock. Not many had wanted to talk to her or be her friend, calling her a “country bumpkin” with no education. The owner of the coffee shop had been the nicest person she'd met since moving to the big city. Well, Vox and Lucifer had been kind to her too, but they were alphas, and she has to be careful.

No sooner had she entered the living room than she was met with Vox, equally nude, moving with an air of unhurried disregard. Each step was deliberate, a testament to her calm, carefree demeanor as she strolled past Alastor, completely unbothered, with no hint of any shame. The room seemed to pulse with an intoxicating blend of desire and defiant freedom, causing Alastor’s throat to constrict and her face to flush a deep shade of red. “D-Do you two really just wander around like this all the time, unburdened by any shame and sin?” she stammered, her voice quivering as she struggled to maintain her composure. Alastor could hardly believe what she was seeing; bodies were supposed to be covered at all times except for bathing, dressing, or during mating.

Vox’s eyes gleamed with playful mischief as she noticed Alastor’s distress. With graceful ease, she halted and, with a theatrical flourish, plopped down beside the trembling omega on a plush, velvet couch. She spread her legs in a provocative invitation, one leg draped over the back of the couch while the other dangled off the edge. Her arms rested languidly behind her head, a picture of confident relaxation. “Well, our little omega showed up earlier than expected,” she purred, her voice laced with mischief and teasing. She stretched luxuriously, adding, “Tell me, are you enjoying the view, my omega?”

Alastor squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to preserve any semblance of calm and composure. Her mama’s voice echoed in her mind, warning her to close herself off from such forbidden sights. Yet, her omega instincts whispered to her, urging her to surrender to the alpha's presence and just take a little peek. Alastor tried to fight it, but she couldn’t help noticing the stark differences: Vox’s penis was thicker than Lucifer’s, and the alpha vagina was glistening with dampness that still looked wet, along with a fresh bite mark clearly visible on her inner thigh. Alastor then realizes how hard Vox's penis is, and Alastor's eyes widen with realization.

Had she interrupted Vox and Lucifer just before they were about to engage in intimacy? “I—I didn’t see anything,” she lied, as though hoping that falsehood could erase the internal struggle raging within her. Images of pleasure and defiance clashed violently with the values she had been taught since her youth, values that had warned her to steer clear of lustful thoughts steeped in carnal desire, to avoid indulging in such acts until one was ready to mate for life with the one they were courting with. Now, she found herself lost in conflicting emotions and ingrained beliefs, torn between the world she had known and the alluring, unfamiliar one.

In the next room, Lucifer rummaged through a nearby dresser with careless precision, her laughter a low, amused purr that filled the space. “Oh, sweetheart, you certainly did see something,” she teased, her voice a mix of playful mockery and undeniable assertiveness. A spark danced in her eyes as she silently mused, did her adorable coffee girl truly forget that alphas could detect even the faintest trace of arousal?

With slow, deliberate grace, Vox leaned in, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes. Her slender finger gently guided Alastor’s chin upward, compelling their gazes to merge in a moment of intimacy. “And judging by the way you smell, I’d say you enjoyed it,” she cooed in a velvety murmur. Her voice lowered to a sultry whisper that sent shivers down Alastor’s spine, Vox continued, “If you behave like a good girl this weekend for me, maybe I’ll let you choose: whether it’s a taste of my pussy, my cock, or even both.”

Alastor’s protest emerged as a fragile, feeble whisper, overwhelmed by the rush of desire and the weight of ingrained propriety. “I—I did not!” she stammered, her voice quivering with inner turmoil. “I’m sorry, Vox, I can’t—” The words faltered as she struggled to express herself without sounding defiant or like a whore. “I... I mean, I don’t want any taste of what you’re offering me,” she said, hesitantly gesturing downward, her voice thick with the life that had taught her to reserve passion only for the moment of lifelong commitment.“I was raised to never indulge in such acts until I’m mated. I’m sorry.”

Vox responded with a snort, her amusement evident as she savored the clash between the tradition and temptation happening on Alastor's face, which gave it away, and Vox thought, Fuck, Alastor is truly adorable in every way.

Finally, Lucifer unearthed a set of garments. With practiced ease, she dressed in a loose, pristine white top paired with boxer shorts that skimmed her form. She casually tossed a blue shirt and matching boxer shorts toward Vox. “Get dressed, Vox. Our shy little omega seems utterly overwhelmed,” she declared in a tone blending gentle authority with a teasing edge. Lucifer then put her hair up in a messy bun.

Vox pouts dramatically for a heartbeat before slipping into the clothes with deliberately slow, sensual movements. Each motion seemed choreographed to hold Alastor’s attention captive, a deliberate dance of seduction designed to provoke curiosity and ignite desire. As Vox slowly pulled the shirt over her head, her smirk remained unbroken, observing every flicker of interest that danced across Alastor’s eyes. Vox then ran her hands in her hair.

Lucifer gracefully settled beside Alastor on the couch, crossing her legs. With a tender, almost affectionate gesture, she brushed a stray curl from Alastor’s ear. “Alastor, you’re going to have so much fun; you might not even want to leave come Monday,” she murmured softly, her voice laced with both promise and mischief. “Now, let’s get you ready.”

Alastor swallowed hard, her pulse racing in her chest; this weekend pressed down upon her. This was far more than just letting them take pictures of her as their model; in that delicate, vulnerable moment, Alastor felt torn between terror and longing. A silent plea surged within her, a desperate prayer for protection, a fervent wish not to be ensnared by their enticing, taboo allure before the proper time. She could not, would not, succumb to temptation until it was truly meant for the right time to mate, because if she fell into sin, she would cause them to sin with her.

Episode 4

Alastor stood awkwardly in the middle of the makeshift studio, which had been set up in Vox and Lucifer's bedroom. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the rapid beat nearly drowning out the soft hum of the camera equipment that filled the air. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the dimmed lighting, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Lucifer and Vox exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, as if they were conspirators in some delicious secret.

The wardrobe, or lack thereof, that they had chosen for her was nothing short of scandalous. Bold, daring, and utterly foreign to anything she had ever worn. The satisfied, almost predatory smirks playing on their lips made it painfully clear that this was just the beginning of the "fun" they had planned for her.

Vox handed her a delicate lace thong, her grin widening into a Cheshire-like smile when Alastor hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly. "Why would someone want to wear only a piece of string?" Alastor asked aloud, examining it between her fingers. Alastor waited expectantly for a bra, but when nothing else was handed to her, she frowned. “…What about a bra?” She asked, her voice tinged with hope and a touch of desperation, silently praying they had one to offer.

Lucifer let out a soft, velvety chuckle that seemed to wrap around her like silk. “You won’t need one,” she purred, stepping closer until Alastor could feel the warmth of her presence. Alastor swallowed thickly, suddenly acutely aware of the coolness in the room, as if the temperature had dropped just for her. A slight shiver ran down her spine, and she rubbed her arms in an attempt to ward off the cold. “Is it always this cold in your room?” she murmured.

Vox, engrossed with adjusting different cameras, barely acknowledged her question. “We like to keep it cool in here,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lucifer smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “I think it’s just you, sweetheart. You must be sensitive.” Alastor bit her lip, unsure how to respond, her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty and vulnerability.

Shivering slightly, she watched as Vox continued tinkering with the camera along with a laptop while Lucifer sorted through a collection of clothes. She held up a mini skirt, its fabric catching the light and casting shimmering reflections around the room.

“Put this on, sweetheart," she cooed softly, her eyes gleaming with predatory excitement. "It’ll look perfect on you.” Alastor felt heat creep across her cheeks as she accepted the skirt from Lucifer’s outstretched hands. The material was scandalously short, barely enough to cover her hips, yet she had little choice but to comply. She could feel their eyes tracking her every movement, savoring her hesitation as if it were their favorite form of entertainment.

Then, Vox handed her a crop top. “Vox, I really need a bra for this,” Alastor protested, feeling the flimsy material between her fingers as though it might disintegrate at any moment. She worried about how big her breasts were; what if they fell right out? Vox snorted, leaning in close enough that Alastor could feel the warmth of her breath against her skin. “Your breasts don’t need a bra right now, Alastor. Honestly, it’s cute how you’ve managed to keep them hidden for so long.”

Blushing furiously, Alastor snatched the clothes and darted into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her with a soft click, desperate for a moment of solitude. She exhaled sharply, her breath fogging the mirror as she stared at her reflection. I can do this, she told herself. It's just pictures; let them take them.

With unsteady hands, she took off both of her well-worn shirts and unclasped her bra, a worn, weary piece that had certainly seen better days. As she slipped on the crop top, Alastor gasped at how snug it was, the fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer. Too snug. The bottom hem barely reached past her ribs, and her breasts threatened to peek out from underneath if she moved too suddenly, a precarious balance of modesty and exposure.

Swallowing down a fresh wave of nerves, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, hesitating before removing her underwear. The thong felt unnatural as she pulled it on, a constant reminder of just how little fabric there was; truly nothing more than a piece of string.

She shifted uncomfortably, frowning at the unfamiliar sensation. Alastor then moved on to the mini skirt—only to find that no matter how much she tugged it down, it had other ideas. The fabric stubbornly rode up with every subtle movement, as if it were alive with its own mischievous intent. This is humiliating, she thought, staring at her reflection with wide, uncertain eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to step back into the bedroom. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, Lucifer’s golden eyes darkened with intrigue, like a predator spotting its prey, while Vox’s lips curled into a devilish grin, a playful glimmer dancing in her gaze.

“Well, look at that,” Vox teased, her voice a silky, melodic purr that filled the air. “You look absolutely adorable, darling. But you're holding back.”

Alastor squirmed under their piercing gazes, instinctively tugging the hem of her skirt lower. Yet, as if mocking her futile attempt at modesty, the fabric defiantly inched back up, drawing Lucifer and Vox’s attention. Their gazes sharpened with a predatory focus, and in that moment, she realized the issue: they had gotten a glimpse of her unkempt private area.

Her heart plummeted; a wave of shame crashed over her. She averted her eyes, turning her head away in embarrassment, convinced that her lack of grooming must be repulsive to them. A strangled noise of mortification lodged in her throat, her cheeks aflame as she quickly moved her hands to shield herself.

But before she could, Lucifer’s fingers, soft, warm, and gently wrapped around her wrists, effortlessly pulled them away. “No need for that, sweetheart,�� Lucifer murmured, her touch lingering like a whisper of temptation straight out of Eden, sending a shiver down Alastor’s spine. “I was wondering if my omega would have such a lovely bush that would be hiding pure honey for their alpha to consume.”

Vox tilted her head, her manicured finger tapping thoughtfully against her lips, as though pondering a delightful secret. “Honestly,” she mused with a soft, almost tender lilt, “it’s kind of… endearing. Will you let me tend underneath your lovely bush that you have grown?" Alastor wished for nothing more than to disappear into the ground and vanish from sight.

Before she could fumble out a response, Lucifer gracefully stepped back, her delicate fingers reaching for the camera. With a knowing smirk, she gestured toward the other cameras positioned strategically around the room.

“Strike a pose, sweetheart,” Lucifer instructed, her voice smooth and inviting, wrapping around Alastor like a warm blanket. “We need to capture the look.”

With reluctance weighing on her limbs, Alastor complied, shifting awkwardly on her feet as she sought a position that felt even remotely right, trying not to expose too much skin in the mini skirt that barely covered her and the crop top that threatened to reveal even more than she was comfortable with. Every movement felt risky, as if the slightest shift would bare too much, making her cheeks flush with self-conscious heat.

Vox clicked her tongue in disapproval, a sound sharp as a whip crack. "That won’t do, Alastor; you are too stiff."

In a flurry of motion, hands guided her Lucifer, tilting her chin with a delicate touch, adjusting her gaze to a more flattering angle, while Vox shifted her hips, aligning her in a way that accentuated her natural curves. The persistent adjustments left Alastor breathless, her skin tingling with the heat of their proximity. Her stomach twisted with nervous energy as she felt the fabric of her skirt ride up slightly, exposing her inner thighs. She swallowed hard, determined not to fidget too much.

The first few flashes left her stiff and unsure, but as the session continued, the tension in her body slowly began to unravel—if only a fraction. Lucifer and Vox slid into the frame effortlessly, their bodies pressing close, enveloping her in their presence. Alastor barely had time to question it before Lucifer's warm breath caressed her ear.

"We’re just helping you pose, sweetheart."

Helping?

Then why was Lucifer coaxing her onto Vox’s lap?

Alastor barely registered the next set of flashes before Lucifer’s hand glided smoothly along her thigh. The touch sent shivers down her spine as she tried not to flinch when a warm finger brushed aside her thong, but the weight of their gazes on her body made her hyper-aware of every sensation. As she laid her head on Lucifer’s lap, while Vox lifted her chin, their lips were mere inches apart. She hadn’t even noticed when Lucifer had coaxed her into kneeling between them, her head resting against Lucifer’s thigh as she instinctively reached up for Vox.

Vox chuckled, her arms tightening securely around Alastor’s waist in a reassuring embrace. "You’re such a good girl, darling."

Lucifer had her positioned in a chair, legs apart, her body leaning forward, as though surrendering to the moment. The skirt did not cover her at all now, making her fidget nervously, her hands gripping the edges of the seat for stability. The crop top, already precarious, shifted slightly, and she quickly crossed her arms to prevent any more unwanted exposure.

Alastor wasn’t sure how she managed to breathe. Her mind swirled in a haze of warmth and confusion.

As she looked up at Lucifer, her tongue peeked out involuntarily, betraying her inner turmoil. Why was this warmth growing inside her while the air outside felt so cold?

Lucifer’s gaze met hers, a tender smile teasing at the corners of her lips as she gently played with Alastor’s hair in an intimate gesture. Lucifer spoke softly, “Such a good girl you are being; Alpha is proud of you,” she murmured.

Lucifer ran her wrist under Alastor’s nose, and instinctively, Alastor inhaled Lucifer's scent. The effect was immediate; her pulse quickened, and a deep warmth settled in her chest.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the tender brush of Lucifer’s fingers tracing along her lips. A tantalizing urge stirred within her, but she fought it back, letting the cool air wash over her. Pleading softly, her eyes held a mix of lust and worry.

"Lucifer, don’t touch me like that, please. You are not my alpha. Only mates can act in such a way," Alastor whimpered as the heat surged anew.

Lucifer smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "Okay, Alastor."

Alastor jumped slightly as Vox’s voice suddenly pierced the air.

“Next!” Vox exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement as she presented Alastor with a sheer shirt, so translucent it barely concealed the soft curves of her form beneath. The delicate fabric fell just past her thighs, a teasing veil that hinted at what lay beneath rather than hiding it.

Alastor’s eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and hesitant desire flickering across her face as she took in the garment. The very thought of wearing something so revealing made her skin prickle with unease. It was as though she were standing naked before them already. Instinctively, she clutched at her chest, trembling fingers pressing against herself as if that alone could shield her from their gaze.

“You don’t need to hide, darling,” Lucifer purred, her voice laced with equal parts reassurance and mischief, savoring the way Alastor squirmed under their attention. “No one is judging you here.”

A reluctant sigh escaped Alastor’s lips. There was no point in delaying the inevitable—running off to the bathroom to change would only amuse them further. Slowly, she turned her back to them, lifting her snug crop top over her head. The cool air sent a shiver down her spine as her bare skin was exposed, vulnerable under their watchful eyes. With careful precision, she slipped the sheer garment over herself. The shirt clung to her like mist, offering nothing in the way of true coverage.

In a feeble attempt at modesty, she crossed her arms over her chest, as though this simple act could protect her. Yet when she finally turned back around, their lingering stares made her feel like a sinner.

Vox clicked her tongue in teasing disapproval. “You’re hiding your breasts from us,” she chided, her smile laced with enjoyment. “Just let your arms fall.” Her gaze dipped lower, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in her eyes. “And that mini skirt, darling, take it off. The shirt is more than enough to leave us admiring every inch of your gorgeous form.”

Alastor swallowed hard, glancing down at herself. The flimsy material offered no real coverage; it's merely a tantalizing glimpse of her silhouette. The thong beneath felt laughable as a barrier—an insubstantial shield between concealment and exposure.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Lucifer coaxed gently, giving her a soft yet insistent nudge, as if urging a reluctant flower to unfurl. “Let us relish in the sight of that gorgeous body of yours.” Her voice carried a promise, a reminder of the wager sealed in ink and contract.

“Remember, little Omega,” Lucifer murmured, her golden eyes darkening with something deeper, something inescapable. “You lost the bet.”

Alastor stiffened, the weight of the words pressing down on her.

“As per our agreement, should you break its terms, you must pay us if you refuse to do what we asked of you.” Lucifer’s lips curled as she tilted her head, her gaze sharp with amusement and something far more possessive.

Alastor’s pulse thundered in her ears. She had tried to read the contract, her frustration winning out, with all those big words; the only thing she understood was payment, that she would have to pay them for breaking the deal.

Lucifer licked her lips as she watched how Alastor averted her gaze from Lucifer, uncertainty flickering in her expression. Alastor had never fully read the contract, or better to say, she had trouble reading it. Lucifer was grateful for how Alastor's parents never properly educated her, never allowed her to finish her schooling; it certainly helped her and Vox.

Alastor believed payment just meant money after she had given up trying to understand the contract, but in truth, her forfeit would come in the form of something far more binding: becoming their cherished mate.

Either way, by the end of the weekend, she would be theirs. Whether by breaking the deal or by willingly stepping into the carefully laid trap they had set for her.

Alastor hesitated, biting her lip as she stood frozen, her body trembling under the weight of their command. She exhaled deeply before finally allowing her arms to fall to her sides. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, causing her nipples to harden, a reaction that did not go unnoticed.

Both alphas drank in the sight before them, their gazes darkening with pleasure. Their omega’s nipples were a delicate shade of brown, which only added to her allure. With every breath she took, the sheer shirt shifted, teasingly revealing glimpses of the provocative thong beneath, offering no real concealment.

Between the chill of the room and the heat of their hungry stares, a shiver went through her. She fought the urge to cover herself again, knowing that any attempt at modesty would be dismissed.

Then, the camera clicked.

Lucifer and Vox began snapping photos, their lenses capturing every flicker of emotion that crossed Alastor’s face. Uncertainty, vulnerability, and something else simmering beneath the surface. The charged atmosphere deepened as the alphas reveled in their omega's hesitant submission, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of admiration and hunger.

Vox, no longer content with simply watching, set her camera aside and stepped toward Alastor. Meanwhile, Lucifer remained behind the lens, her gaze unwavering as she captured every moment, every shift in their omega’s expression.

With a satisfied click, Lucifer continued, her fingers steady, her intent clear, each photo painting a story of their omega's first taste of pleasure.

Episode 5

Without warning, Vox swept Alastor into her arms. The sudden movement sent a shockwave through her, drawing a startled scream from her lips. In a soothing, almost hypnotic murmur, Vox reassured her, "Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, Alastor." Her steady grip was grounding, a quiet promise of safety. Pressed against Vox’s warmth, Alastor whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest.

The insistent heat of Vox’s body rubbed against her own, the contrast of the cold air heightening every sensation. Each movement sent a new wave of warmth through her, igniting something deep inside. A warning echoed in her mind—her mother’s voice, urging her to stop, to resist leading an alpha into sin. But that voice was fading, drowned out by the instinctive purring of her omega nature, craving her alpha’s touch.

The heat kept building steadily, chasing away the chill in the air, leaving only the fire within her. Confusion and desire tangled in Alastor’s thoughts. What was this overwhelming sensation? A dampness formed between her thighs, mingling with Vox’s own. She whimpered, feeling herself grow wetter with each slow, deliberate movement. It thrilled her. It terrified her. She had never felt anything like this before.

Vox whispered something to her about how it can retract, "What retracts?" Alastor panted out.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed up at Vox, her voice trembling as she moaned her name. Vox quickened her pace, the friction between them becoming unbearable. Alastor’s thong, now utterly ruined, Vox’s pre-cum dripped onto her lower stomach, mixing in with both juices of Vox and hers, already coating Alastor’s folds and thighs. The intensity sent her spiraling, lost in sensation.

Vox gently placed a wrist in front of Alastor’s nose. As she inhaled deeply, her eyes glazed over, her omega instincts starting to awaken.

“You’re doing so well, omega, just keep breathing in my scent like a very good girl,” Vox murmured as Alastor obeyed, surrendering to the pull of her instincts as Vox carefully settled her into Lucifer’s lap.

With an intimacy that spoke of shared secrets, Lucifer’s lips descended onto Alastor’s neck, each tender kiss igniting sparks of anticipation. She trailed her lips slowly down one side of the omega’s neck, reaching the very place where alphas left their mark to claim their mate. Lucifer softly ran her tongue along the spot, teasing, before gently biting down, never once breaking the skin.

As Lucifer continued her slow, deliberate kisses and playful nips, Alastor’s eyes flickered with an unspoken invitation. She watched as Vox deliberately slipped off her now completely soaked thong. Vox held Alastor close for a few moments, whispering soft praises about what a good omega she was being for her alphas.

“So proud of you,” Vox murmured, her lips brushing Alastor’s ear. “Letting us take care of you like this, darling.” Vox touched Alastor's lips with her finger before kissing her softly. Running her tongue along her lips, Alastor slowly opened her mouth; Vox slipped her tongue, and with care, she ran it along Alastor's tongue. When Vox heard her omega panting into her mouth, she moved away; her saliva mixed with Alastor. Alastor started to whine as her lips started to quiver.

Lucifer placed her wrist in front of Alastor’s nose, Vox doing the same. “Breathe in our scent, omega,” Lucifer whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Your loving alphas’ scent.”

Alastor leaned back into Lucifer’s chest, her breasts like soft pillows against Alastor’s head. She tried to nestle herself deeper into Lucifer’s embrace, letting out a soft sigh. She felt safe and protected, cradled in the arms of her alphas. Her mind drifted asleep, surrendering as her omega instincts fully took control.

Soft, contented purrs filled the bedroom, but the omega had yet to fully grasp the deeper pleasure awaiting her. Relaxed in Lucifer’s embrace, Alastor barely noticed the subtle shift as Lucifer leaned back in her chair, her legs spreading apart.

Lucifer’s hands moved slowly, tracing down Alastor’s stomach, fingertips gliding over her belly button before descending further. She hesitated for a moment as her fingers hovered over Alastor’s untouched bush, savoring the sight. A low grunt escaped Lucifer, arousal deepening at the mere sight of her omega’s natural beauty. With careful reverence, she reached out, letting her fingers stroke gently over the unshaven hair.

Before she could continue, Vox’s hand covered hers, guiding her movements. Both alphas began to pet their omega in soft, steady strokes, their touches synchronized in perfect harmony. Alastor’s hips started to move instinctively, responding to every caress. Small moans and breathy pants filled the air, growing louder as Lucifer’s fingers pressed more firmly, her touch deliberate, stroking in a steady rhythm.

With every movement, Alastor’s body reacted, her hips rolling, pressing into their hands, each shift brushing her against Lucifer’s firm, guiding touch. Vox’s fingers moved in tandem, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as they continued their slow, methodical worship of their omega. While Lucifer cock pressed hard along Alastor's soaking core resting along her folds, three inches peeking out beneath Alastor's bush like it’s hiding in the coverage of her omega-loving warmth.

“That’s it, Alastor. Let us show you who you belong to,” Lucifer cooed. “Feel how Vox is caressing you with such care.” A dreamy smile spread across Alastor’s face as she softly purred and moved her hips. Vox’s tongue was precise, deliberate, tracing intoxicating patterns along her heat. Alastor moaned as fresh new honey started to flow as Vox's tongue gently slipped into her folds, softly pushing them open so delicately, purposefully, like a honeybee landing upon a flower to collect its pollen.

Lucifer’s fingers sought out Alastor’s most sensitive spot, her touch gliding smoothly, igniting waves of pleasure as she traced over Alastor’s clit. “Feel my touch, come for your alphas, little omega,” Lucifer whispered, her voice husky with desire. “And give Vox the sweetest honey you’ve kept buried under your bush.”

The combined artistry of Vox’s skillful touch and Lucifer’s slow, sensual strokes sent Alastor over the edge, her body responding with a shuddering climax. The cameras set around them silently chronicled every decadent moment, capturing the raw intimacy they shared. Their ministrations continued, teasing every ounce of pleasure, stoking the fire deep within Alastor, nudging her ever closer to surrender.

They indulged in their omega, savoring every reaction, until Alastor’s senses gently guided her toward awakening.

A tiny, vulnerable moan escaped Alastor’s lips as Lucifer’s fingers grazed over her nipple before drawing it into her mouth. A low, satisfied hum vibrated from Lucifer as her tongue swirled around it, her teeth grazing lightly against the hardened surface before pressing a soft kiss against it. She continued to play with Alastor’s breast, teasing and coaxing, her movements equal parts tenderness and torment that made her plead for Lucifer to stop.

“Please… stop,” Alastor pleaded, though the breathless hitch in her voice betrayed her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind struggling to steady itself against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. The intense sensations were battling for dominance, threatening to consume her completely.

Lucifer placed one last lingering kiss against Alastor’s nipple before finally releasing her.

In that moment, the cameras captured an angelic pause: Alastor’s body arching backward, her luxurious curls cascading over her face as they nearly kissed the ground, her legs draped effortlessly over Vox’s shoulders. Vox held her hips in a firm yet gentle grip, her eyes burning with insatiable hunger as she took in the intoxicating scent of Alastor, savoring it, letting it fill her senses completely.

Alastor shivered as the sudden warmth caressing the space between her thighs was gone, only to be replaced with the chilly air of the room. She ached for that heat, missing the feeling of being enveloped in its comforting embrace. Where did it go? she wondered. The sheer shirt she wore now clung to just one breast, leaving the other exposed with a tiny hickey that she can't see.

Lucifer’s gaze softened as she licked her lips, kneeling beside Alastor, who was still hanging upside down, lost in the intensity of the moment.

“Are you sure, Omega?” Lucifer murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor’s lips, slipping her tongue inside. Alastor moaned, instinctively leaning in eagerly, melting into the kiss.

Amidst the haze, a sharp voice sliced through the pleasure.

Her mama’s stern words echoed in her mind. "You're stronger than lust. Only whores and sinners behave in such ways, Alastor, and no child of mine will ever be a sinner."

The cruel memory wavered as Lucifer pulled away, standing tall, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Alastor’s gaze fixated on Lucifer’s arousal, her core glistening with desire. Unconsciously, Alastor's tongue darted out, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.

As Lucifer fingers herself, her eyes never leaving Alastor’s, she strokes her cunt, leaving her juice splashed onto Alastor's face, and as her fingers go deeper, she moans out Alastor’s name between gasps of pleasure. Alastor watched, mesmerized, heat pooling deep in her stomach, making her feel lightheaded, dizzy even. Vox tightened her hold on Alastor.

When Lucifer climaxed with a deep, shuddering moan, she collected her essence before extending her slick fingers toward Alastor, her expression filled with both command and affection. “Here, Omega,” she purred. “Taste your alpha’s nectar; it’s been freshly made with love.” Vox snorted at Lucifer’s playful tone, amused by her lover’s antics.

Obediently, Alastor took Lucifer’s fingers into her mouth, sucking gently, savoring the warmth and taste. A purr rumbled in her chest as she nuzzled into Lucifer’s hand, seeking more of her touch, her scent, her taste.

Then, suddenly, a wave of discomfort hit her stomach. A strange sensation twisted inside her. And then it was gone like it never happened.

Episode 6

Alastor’s chest tightened as a searing heat pulsed through her, each wave of warmth almost unbearable in its intensity. Is this what a heat feels like? Am I on the brink of my first?

She hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at her. Should I tell them? What if it’s just a false alarm? Omegas were supposed to know these things, right? She was nearly 21, yet she had never experienced her first heat. What if they laughed at her, just like all the big-city Omegas? For not knowing such a basic thing?

Then, just as suddenly as it had surged, the sensation vanished, leaving no trace. Alastor let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was nothing.

There was no need to embarrass herself, no need to be the fool who didn’t even know her own body. She wouldn't; she was homeschooled by her mama and father in how an omega should act; her mama would have told her, right?

Alastor's inner omega murmured softly in her mind, We want our alphas..."Let them touch us, please." But beneath that yearning, her mama’s voice echoed like a distant chime, sharp with disapproval. Good girls don’t give in to temptation. Only whores act like this, Alastor. Omegas who lead alphas to sin are unholy and a disgrace." Alastor whimpered, torn between desire and duty. She wanted to be good—to make her alphas proud, but she also wanted to honor the expectations her parents had drilled into her.

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a knowing glance before Lucifer cupped Alastor’s face, her voice a soft purr. “Yes, Alastor. You are such a good girl. You make your alphas so proud.”

Vox grinned, running a soothing hand along Alastor’s cheeks before wiping away a few tears. “We love our little omega. She’s so cute and sweet; her shyness just makes us want to tease her. And that little dash of sass? Irresistible.”

Alastor’s lips trembled as fresh tears welled in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks. She sobbed, her voice breaking. “I’m not a whore, Mama, I’m not, Father,” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

You are a good girl, her inner omega reassured Alastor. Our alphas said so.

Yet the war inside her wouldn’t stop. A dull, throbbing ache settled behind her temples as the voices of her parents clashed with the desperate voice of her inner omega telling her to give herself to their alphas.

"I'm a good girl. I'm a good omega, right?" She whimpered to herself out loud. "I’m not a whore. I’m not! Mama, Father, I’m a good girl! I'm not a sinner!"

Tears spilled down her cheeks as the phantom voices of her mama and father screamed at her from the depths of her mind, calling her a filthy sinner, disgusting whore. She will burn in hell.

Lucifer held her close, purring into her ear, her voice thick with love. “No, sweetheart. You’re not a whore. You’re our good little omega, our good girl.”

Vox leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss over Alastor’s forehead. “You are the perfect mate we’ve been waiting for. Your parents were wrong, love.” Her voice was warm, filled with affection.

Lucifer gently laid Alastor down onto the bed, her touch careful, reverent. Alastor lay there, staring up at them, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. Time had slipped away. What exactly had transpired between them? She wasn’t even sure. Had they been taking pictures… right? She felt sleepy. Did she just have a breakdown? “ Her parents voices, which were once screaming at her, were fading away; she started purring along with her inner omega. For the first time, her parents hushed words were gone; they were completely silent.

But something else was different. Her body felt foreign, an unfamiliar warmth pooling deep inside her, an ache gnawing at her core, and then, just as quickly, it was gone. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her body, but a fear slowly crept in, but she was calm again, sensing something soothing under her nose. Could this truly be my first heat? Lost to the smell of both Lucifer and Vox.

She whispered, “I… I think this is my first heat. Help?”

Both alphas grinned, their gazes darkening with something both possessive and deeply affectionate.

“A first for everything, it seems,” Lucifer purred.

Vox smirked, pressing a kiss to Alastor’s flushed cheek. “Don’t worry, little omega. Your parents may have failed to teach you, but we’ll make sure you learn everything you need to. And we’ll be more than happy to do so.”

And with that, they would teach their omega what suited them, that is.

Lucifer and Vox both started to whisper into Alastor's ear, “Are you luring us to mate with you?” Lucifer ran her tongue along Alastor's neck before whispering, “Sweetheart.” Vox did the same on the other side, adding, “My darling, without courting them first.” Alastor started to apologize to them.

Episode 7

Lucifer pressed a soft kiss against Alastor’s lips while Vox cradled her hand, intertwining their fingers with tender care. As Lucifer slowly pulled back, her lips hovered just inches away, leaving Alastor gasping in anticipation."Sweetheart, you aren’t in heat yet… But would you like to make your alphas very happy?"

Lucifer whispered, her eyes locked onto Alastor’s. Alastor hesitated for only a moment before nodding, her hips beginning to tremble slightly as a slow, insistent heat stirred inside her. Vox guided her gently, encouraging her to explore her own pleasure. With patient instruction, she moved Alastor’s fingers along with her own, tracing slow, deliberate caresses over Alastor’s outer folds as she praised her.That’s it, Omega. Very good… just like that," Vox murmured, her voice a soothing mix of excitement. "Keep stroking yourself for your alphas. Feel how good it is? That’s all you have to do, Alastor. You’re making us so happy."

Lucifer gently spread Alastor’s legs, taking her hand and positioning it beneath Alastor’s ass, urging her to lift her hips just a little higher.Vox chuckled softly as Alastor shivered under her gentle touch. With deliberate movements, Vox guided Alastor’s fingers to her sensitive core, the warmth of Alastor's own desire growing with every stroke. The sensation sent a shudder through Alastor, making her hips arch instinctively, pressing her ass firmly against Lucifer’s guiding hand. Lucifer only laughed, holding Alastor in place, right where she knew Vox wanted her.

That’s it, Omega—feel how your delicate fingers entwine with mine as you pleasure yourself for your alphas," Vox cooed, her voice dripping with sultry approval. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she withdrew her guiding finger, leaving behind a trail of anticipation. "Now, continue… Show me what you’ve just learned."

Under the watchful eyes of both alphas, Alastor obeyed. Her body responded instinctively, hips rising in a slow, sensuous rhythm that perfectly mimicked the teasing movement of her fingers. Each delicate stroke sent ripples of pleasure through her, and as she pushed her fingers deeper, a slick trail of arousal glistened and dripped onto the soft sheets beneath her.

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, a pleased smile playing on her lips as she tenderly ran her fingers through Alastor’s curls. Vox, watching intently, continued to murmur soft praises until Alastor gasped Vox's name in a burst of deep release.

Lucifer pressed a gentle kiss to Alastor’s forehead as she let out a soft, needy whine, silently pleading for her alphas’ touch.

"Shh, sweetheart," Lucifer whispered, her tone soothing yet firm. "Not yet. Vox has more to teach you… and you’ll enjoy every moment of it, I promise."

The whining melted into a warm purr as Lucifer leaned in closer, their bodies pressing together, breasts softly colliding as she captured Alastor’s lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues met in an intimate dance, slow and teasing, before Alastor instinctively traced her tongue along Lucifer’s, seeking more of the intoxicating warmth her alpha provided.

"Alastor," Vox purred, her gaze dark with intent as she watched the intimate display between her wife and their omega. "Are you ready to try something else?"A soft moan was Alastor’s only response, until Lucifer momentarily broke their fervent kiss, allowing her to gasp out, “Yes, Alpha,” her voice trembling with need as she waited for Vox to teach her. Lucifer smiled against her lips before settling atop her, fingers threading through Alastor’s curls with tender care.

Meanwhile, Vox reclaimed Alastor’s hand, guiding her fingers with deliberate precision, coaxing soft, irresistible whimpers from her omega. Alastor bit her lip, her body responding instinctively—hips rising, swaying in perfect synchronicity as every touch ignited hidden pleasure, sending waves of exquisite stimulation coursing through her.

Lucifer pressed down on Alastor, their bodies entwined—breast against breast, skin fevered and pulsing with desire. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate motions, lifting her ass in the air as the tip of her cock teasingly brushed against the soft hair of Alastor’s bush, mingling with the slick warmth of Lucifer's pre-cum and their essences. Arousal blended, like a symphony of sensation, as Lucifer’s lips trailed fervent kisses along Alastor’s neck, leaving behind a path of burning need.

"Do you like that, Omega?" Vox’s voice was husky, thick with desire. "There are even more secret places where your fingers can learn to dance… and I can show you.With deliberate care, Vox adjusted Alastor’s trembling fingers, guiding her touch with expert precision. Soft, shuddering moans spilled from Alastor’s lips as her finger moved along with Vox’s fingers, her body responding eagerly to every stimulating touch.

At the same time, Vox turned her attention to Lucifer, taking her free hand to pull her closer to her mouth until Lucifer's cunt nearly touched her lip. With slow, purposeful movements, she parted Lucifer’s folds, her tongue teasing along the sensitive heat. Lucifer moaned, her body tensing as Vox worked her with practiced skill—stroking, savoring, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Lucifer’s hips moved instinctively, her need growing with each flick of Vox’s tongue. She rocked against her wife's mouth, a silent plea for more. Meanwhile, Vox’s other hand remained within Alastor, skillfully guiding her omega’s fingers, showing her exactly where to touch, where to press, and where to stroke to bring herself the most pleasure.

Balancing between dominance and indulgence, Vox relished the sounds of both her wife and their sweet, eager omega moaning for her at the same time.

Lucifer’s movements became more frantic, her hips rolling desperately as she chased the sensation building within her. "Vox... please..." she moaned, her voice drenched in lust, grinding against her wife’s mouth, demanding more—needing more.

But Vox held back, refusing to give in completely. She kept control, teasing, prolonging the pleasure, watching as Lucifer’s frustration mounted. That was, until Lucifer took what she wanted, grinding her hips down hard enough that Vox’s tongue was forced deeper inside, her nose pressed against Lucifer’s slick folds.

Lucifer let out a sharp cry, her body trembling. "Vox, I told you, I want you to go harder with your tongue, DAMN IT." Her voice was rough, raw with need. "Don’t fucking tease me, bitch."

Vox smirked against her wife's heat, her tongue swirling teasingly one last time before pulling back just enough to murmur, "Okay, wife... I’ll fuck you good."

And with that, she dove back in, determined to ruin Lucifer with pleasure.

Alastor’s moans grew louder, her breath hitching with every teasing stroke of Lucifer’s steadily hardening cock as it rubbed insistently along her tender folds. Her body trembled with a mix of desperation and desire, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Please… Vox… Lucifer… make me feel good.”

Vox pulled away from Lucifer’s cunt, her chin glistening with juices as she lazily licked the side of her lips, a satisfied smirk playing across her face. Lucifer let out a low grunt of displeasure.

“Hush now, Lucifer,” Vox murmured, her tone dripping with amusement. “Master is busy; she has to take care of our omega.”

Lucifer froze, instantly silent, and Vox’s smirk widened. She loved being the top Alpha in their marriage. But for now, her attention was on Alastor.

“Shh, it’s okay, Alastor,” Vox soothed, running her fingers down Alastor’s trembling thigh. “We’ll take care of you properly when you go into heat. But for now… can you show me what you’ve learned?”

Alastor whimpered, nodding quickly. “Y-yes…”

“Such a good girl for your alphas,” Vox purred.

As Vox slowly withdrew her fingers, Alastor let out a needy whimper at the sudden loss. But before she could protest, Vox guided Alastor's trembling hand, replacing her fingers with Alastor's own.

“Now, keep going, Omega. I’ve shown you how it’s done,” Vox commanded, watching intently.

Alastor obeyed, mimicking the movements Vox had taught her, though her body ached for more. It wasn’t the same; her own touch lacked the dominance, the teasing skill that made her moan so shamelessly under Vox’s hands. Just as frustration built inside her, something pressed down against her fingers, forcing them deeper.

She gasped, her moans breaking into desperate cries for her alphas. Pleasure crested—once, then twice, each wave stronger than the last. On the third, as she shattered completely, she heard Lucifer’s voice moaning above her, a deep, satisfied sound, before warmth spilled over her trembling fingers, coating them in a sticky heat.

Alastor’s exhausted body gave in, her fingers still twitching inside her as sleep claimed her, the last thing she felt a blissful haze of warmth and satisfaction.

Vox only grew hungrier for her omega, but it wasn’t time yet. Instead, she shifted her focus back to Lucifer. With deliberate intensity, Vox lavished attention on Lucifer’s cunt while simultaneously stroking Lucifer’s cock, not realizing she was pressing Lucifer’s hardness into their omega’s core.

Lucifer, utterly lost in pleasure, let her eyes gleam with unabashed delight as her cock grew with arousal. Alastor’s moans filled the air, echoing Lucifer's name, each sound making Lucifer’s desire burn even hotter.

“That’s it, Omega—keep fingering yourself for your alphas until you reach your ultimate climax,” Lucifer urged, her voice husky with command. As if obeying on instinct, Alastor’s passion soared to new heights. Her essence spilled in shimmering trails across the bed as her hips arched higher, fingers delving deeper to stimulate both her clit and the secret zones of electrifying pleasure within her core that Vox had taught her to touch, all while Lucifer’s cock guided her trembling fingers to even greater depths.

Meanwhile, Vox closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating taste of her lover, the room filled with the symphony of panting and moans. Each touch, each whispered breath, sent ripples of pure ecstasy through their intertwined bodies.

So by the time Alastor’s third overwhelming orgasm sent her into blissful sleep, her fingers still twitched instinctively, her pleasure echoing in her dreams.

When Lucifer finally came down from her orgasm, Vox calmed down from pleasing her wife and omega. For them both to become aware of something—about an inch of Lucifer's cock was nestled inside Alastor’s pulsing heat.

Their thoughts were the same: fuck.

Lucifer grunted softly as Alastor’s fingers brushed against her cock. Shit, she thought. She had to be careful—this was meant to bring Alastor into heat, not to make her think they had triggered it themselves. There can’t be any evidence.

Vox quickly moved, fetching a towel. “Here, love,” she murmured, her voice still thick with lingering desire.

Lucifer shifted, trying to reposition herself carefully, but even the smallest movement caused Alastor to moan softly in her sleep. Her body instinctively sought more, and Lucifer’s hips almost bucked in response.

Vox chuckled. “Lucifer, just finish off in her. We can clean up—hell, we can change the sheets fast.”

With a low grunt, Lucifer slowly moved her hips, carefully pushing her cock deeper into Alastor's core, pushing Alastor's fingers along with it, never once ever breaching Alastor’s hymen. Lucifer let out a deep grunt, and with heavy breathing, she pulled out the evidence of her release, which was now scattered artfully across Alastor’s delicate bush. while Vox wipes Lucifer's cock off. making sure no cum got on the bed. Lucifer grunted as she retracted her cock back inside. Vox smirked; so Lucifer wants to be mated when we claim Alastor.

No damage has been done. Lucifer and Vox then smirked at the sight of how much cum was spilled inside their omega, at how beautifully her bush looks with her alpha cum on it.

With practiced ease, they set to work. Lucifer gently cleaned away the mess with a soft washcloth, ensuring no traces remained. Vox, with equal care, wiped Alastor’s hand and fingers before helping her shift into a more comfortable position. They checked the sheets, ensuring there was no visible evidence of Lucifer cum.

Then, with a knowing look, Vox guided Alastor’s fingers back to that precise, secret spot. They waited, silent, watching for the moment their omega would start to moan again, as Alastor's hips started to move, her fingers fucking her, and Alastor cried out in her sleep for her alphas.

Lucifer pulled Vox into a slow, heated kiss, both of them relishing the moment.

It was time for the next step.

episode 8

Lucifer and Vox moved swiftly, ensuring the cameras ceased capturing any further footage. Vox got to work erasing incriminating images, subtly altering others from the past few hours. She meticulously adjusted the risqué photos, making it appear as though Alastor had been wearing different clothes all along. At the same time, she discreetly saved the unedited originals to both her and Lucifer's laptops in their studio, ensuring Alastor would never see them. Alastor had never grown up around technology and wouldn’t even know how to turn it on, but it was safer for those pictures not to be kept at home. She wouldn’t even realize they had been edited.

While Vox remained occupied, Lucifer methodically scrubbed the floor, ensuring every trace was erased. Once satisfied, she retrieved the $3,000 chair, fully intent on destroying it and replacing it with its copy. Their neighbors are a tight-knit group of elder alphas, all with mates just like Alastor. The elder alphas watched with knowing expressions. Just as Lucifer prepared to set the chair ablaze, Valentino emerged from his property, smirking, a can of gasoline in hand. Without a word, he offered his fire pit. Lucifer’s grin mirrored his as Valentino unlocked the gate, ushering her inside. Together, they tossed the chair into the pit, dousing it in gasoline before setting it aflame. The fire roared to life, consuming the chair in a scorching spectacle. One by one, the elder alphas nodded in approval, approaching Lucifer with congratulatory pats on the back, acknowledging her for securing her mate, for taking control, and for doing what was necessary.

As the fire crackled behind her, Lucifer stepped back into her home, shutting the door behind her. Vox wrapped her arms around Lucifer from behind, whispering into her ear, "My pretty alpha, let's take a shower; master will take care of you, get you all nice and clean; would you like that pet?" Lucifer moans Vox's name when Vox bites her neck. "Yes, master." Lucifer whimpered when her wife bit down harder, drawing blood.

Once both alphas emerged from the shower, their bodies pristine, they looked as though they had never once laid a hand on their omega. They stood for a moment, watching Alastor sleeping. A slow smile crept across Vox’s lips before she knelt, tasting the sweetness their omega had made just for them. She turned to Lucifer, pressing a deep kiss against her lips, her tongue sliding in, sharing the intoxicating taste. Lucifer moaned, savoring the lingering essence of Alastor on Vox’s tongue, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.

Vox gently removed Alastor’s fingers and licked them clean while Lucifer retrieved a red sundress. They carefully dressed her, slipping the fabric over her head and guiding her arms through the sleeves. Vox adjusted her breasts within the dress before pushing up the bottom half, ensuring everything was just right. As Alastor stirred slightly, Vox placed her fingers back where they had been. Lucifer and Vox held their wrists under Alastor’s nose.

"Shh, Omega, go back to sleep. You’re tired; rest for your alphas like the good girl you are." Alastor whimpered, her body instinctively responding as Vox slid her fingers alongside Alastor’s own. "This feels good, doesn’t it? Why wake up just yet, my little omega, when it feels so nice? Be a good girl and keep sleeping for your alphas." Alastor’s hips started to move, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she moaned their names. As she climaxed with a shudder, she fell into a deep, contented sleep once more, her fingers still moving.

With a satisfied sigh, the alphas set to work, preparing for what was to come. Their omega lay in bed, lost in dreams of pleasure, her body betraying her with each soft, quivering climax. As the sheets beneath were getting soaked as she grew with desire, her scent thickened in the air, calling to her alphas to claim her.

Episode 9

Lucifer and Vox had been taught by the elder alphas how to properly handle an omega raised in an environment like Alastor’s. They had moved into this neighborhood after meeting Valentino and the others.

When they first spoke with Valentino, they noticed his mate behaved and dressed similarly to Alastor. However, the moment the pink-haired omega saw Valentino, he ran straight to him, gazing up as if Valentino had hung the very stars. Seeing this reaction, Lucifer and Vox asked Val about his mate, and he soon realized they weren’t trying to deceive him.

Both alphas showed him a photo of Alastor, explaining that they loved her, but she refused to speak to them or even let them get close—simply because they were alphas. Understanding their predicament, as he had gone through the same thing, Valentino gathered the other alphas in the neighborhood for a meeting. This gathering was exclusive to those whose mates had been raised in isolation, denied formal schooling, and brought up by parents with cult-like teachings.

The key, they explained, was to deceive Alastor’s inner omega. Omegas raised in such an environment would never allow themselves to be touched or spoken to by big-city alphas, believing them to be corruptors intent on leading them to sin. Val made it clear: omegas were taught that everything they did or do could lead to sin, which would lead the alpha to sin.

The trick was patience, approaching with minimal contact and scent at first while using the very conditioning her parents had instilled in them. Call her "omega," offer small doses of praise, and wait for them to gradually open. Once she begins to warm to you, continue reinforcing the bond. Then, strategically withdraw your affections and scent for a few days before reintroducing it, teasing her with the absence. Repeat this cycle for months to a year.

The inner omega would start craving their alpha, while Alastor themselves would not have noticed any change. That is when it's time to make your move.

A bet is the perfect entry point. Challenge your omega in an area they would believe themselves skilled in, but with an element they didn’t fully understand, and that's technology. Keep any visible clocks out of sight, rely only on phones for timekeeping as a subtle manipulation tactic, and ensure an insider that she trusted was involved to help you two.

A contract should be in place beforehand. When you start the bet with her, use that as one way to get her. Valentino looked both Lucifer and Vox in the eyes before starting to talk again. The first thing she should notice on the contract is payment; she would assume it was about money. That if she did not keep her word, she would have to pay you with cash. So buried the part where Alastor would have to be your mate in legal jargon and unfamiliar terminology. Your omega will struggle to decipher what she is reading; she would surrender to the terms. And, given her conditioning to honor agreements, she would follow through.

Valentino smiled at both younger alphas and then offered to have one of his lawyer friends draft a contract when the time was right.

Valentino continued, "Now, do remind her of the bet if she starts to hesitate. Make it something simple but private, something no one else can see. You two can use your profession as models to get the omega alone, away from prying eyes. Once she is in your home, praise her. Call her 'good girl' and 'good omega,' and tell her how proud you are of her. Mix it in with affectionate terms like 'sweetheart,' 'darling,' and 'love,' alongside 'your Alpha,' 'our omega,' 'our little omega,' and 'my omega.' This will gradually weaken her resistance, drawing out her inner omega. It will start to feed the cravings she has been denied in her life, the longing for human touch. Be sure to touch her, tease her, and play with her; this will create an internal conflict, a war between her mind and the teachings of her parents."

"It will break Alastor," Valentino said, his voice smooth but firm. "Once that happens, she will depend on you both entirely. When that moment comes, comfort her, reassure her. Tell her she is your perfect omega, that she is such a good girl, and that her parents were wrong. Tell her you love her." His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Tease her body, bring her to new heights of pleasure, but do not mate with her yet. Your goal is to draw out her heat. Touch her, taste her, play with her, but do not fully claim her until it's time."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed in confusion. "Why does Alastor have to be in heat?" Vox finally asked. "If she’s ready to mate with us, then—"

"Lucifer and Vox." Valentino’s tone dropped to an icy coldness as he addressed them.

The most damaging aspect of omegas like Alastor’s upbringing was the belief that if they went into heat with an alpha they were not courting, they alone were to blame. They had been taught that they had lured the alpha into sin, that their very desire was a trap leading them to impurity. The omega was always seen as the sinner, always at fault. They were conditioned to avoid most alphas—only family, elders, and children were deemed safe.

By mating with an omega raised this way, they would believe that they had wanted to sin, that they had forced the alpha to act sinfully towards them; instead of the omega being the victim, it's the alpha who is seen as trapped in a union with an impure omega. And that belief makes them the most devoted mate imaginable. They would dedicate themselves to pleasing their alpha, becoming the perfect housewife, the perfect mother. Sweet, loving, and always eager to serve; it's their way of seeking forgiveness for sinning.

The elder alphas advised Lucifer and Vox to remain ever playful and teasing towards their omega, never be too forceful. Even after mating with Alastor, she would experience a deep psychological void—her parents’ teachings would leave scars; they may no longer have control over her, but it will leave an emptiness that needs to be filled. It would be your responsibility as her alpha to replace those teachings with new beliefs, to become her entire world. She would need structure, guidance, and reassurance that her devotion to her mates should not be out of duty for forgiveness, because the act of mating while in heat is never sinful but a natural between alphas and omegas who love each other.

So Lucifer and Vox, if you're not ready for that type of responsibility, then leave Alastor alone. That is what you have to do for an omega like Alastor, so do you two really love her? Val asked, arms crossed, glaring at both women. before he started talking again. when both Lucifer and Vox only nod his way. Val sighed.

If you truly chose to proceed, I promised you that your omega would become the most devoted partner, one who would see her alphas as infallible, incapable of wrongdoing. Alastor would think you both hung the moon and stars in her eyes.

Then came the warning.

Lucifer and Vox were met with cold, piercing stares as the elder alphas growled in unison. "If we ever see even a single sign of abuse on that omega, we will kill you." The threat was not empty. These alphas had dealt with abusers before, those who had hurt an omega in their neighborhood, and they would do it again without hesitation. Then they would take Alastor in as their own, along with any offspring she bore with them as part of their pack.

Lucifer and Vox felt a genuine fear settle deep in their bones. Who knew that a group of elder alphas could be so terrifying?

With those wise words and a chilling threat from the elder alphas, Lucifer and Vox began to strategize. Their goal was clear—to win over their sweet coffee girl, Alastor, who had started working at a coffee shop next to their agency’s.

They made a habit of calling the shop every day, specifically requesting Alastor to deliver their coffee. The owner, a grumpy older beta with little wealth, dared not refuse them. He knew better than to anger two powerful, rich alphas. The shop didn’t even offer delivery, but under hushed orders from Husk, the staff was instructed to keep that fact from Alastor. None of them wanted to risk the consequences of crossing Lucifer and Vox.

Their fascination with Alastor had started the moment they first saw her through the shop’s window. She had been struggling with a television remote, pressing the wrong buttons with an adorably confused expression. They had walked in, seating themselves at a nearby table to listen.

"Why can’t we just use a radio for entertainment?" she asked in a shy, quiet voice.

Husk muttered to himself as he gently took the remote from her hands. With a tired sigh, he flipped it the right way and pressed the correct button. "Alastor, I told you already. This is the big city. People here don’t care about old-fashioned things; they want flashy, modern entertainment. A radio won’t cut it."

His voice took on a sarcastic edge. "This isn’t your backwoods town where inbreeding is the main pastime."

Alastor’s expression fell. "But Husk, inbreeding is forbidden where I come from. Lusting after one’s family is a sin."

Husk frowned, rubbing his temples. "Damn it, kid. I was joking about how tiny your town is. It’s so obscure, it’s not even on a map. You’re like something straight out of the 1930s—except worse."

Alastor’s eyes widened with curiosity. "Can you teach me how to make jokes, Husk?"

Husk sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. What kind of place had she come from that she couldn’t even recognize sarcasm? The poor thing could barely read above a third-grade level. "Yeah, kid. I’ll teach you." Husk hadn’t meant to take in a stray omega, but here he was, showing an 18-year-old the ropes of city life.

Since that day, Lucifer and Vox had been working in the shadows. They paid off people to keep their distance from Alastor, ensuring that Husk remained her only real friend. They weren’t worried about some old beta making a move on their future mate. However, whenever they tried to approach her, she would either flee, drop the coffee in a nervous panic, or sweat profusely, never looking at them, and place the coffee as far away from them as she could, then take off running. If they visited the shop, she would hide behind Husk, peering at them with wide, wary eyes while Husk shot them glares.

Determined to earn her trust, they played the long game. After their meeting with Valentino and the other elder alphas, they devised a slow and careful plan to lure her out. It took years, but in that time, Alastor had honed her coffee-making skills. Finally, the moment was right.

Throughout their waiting period, they maintained regular meetings with the elder alphas, providing updates and receiving advice. The elder alphas, in turn, reassured their mates that they were guiding two young married alphas on how to respect each other in marriage. The neighborhood’s omegas, seeing Lucifer and Vox as just two young married alphas who were helpless alphas without an omega mate to care for them, took it upon themselves to help. They banded together, delivering home-cooked meals once a month for the pair to freeze, ensuring they never went hungry.

And so, when the time came for Lucifer and Vox to seal the deal, they called Val to prepare the contract for them. The elder alphas, proud of their guidance, made plans to throw a grand celebration after the mating was completed.

episode 10

After several hours, Alastor gradually awoke from a peaceful nap. Slowly, she sat up in the soft bedding, still caught in a hazy daze. A blissful smile graced her lips until she realized her thong was missing. Her fingers continued their unconscious, delicate exploration, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she became aware that she had been pleasuring herself in her sleep and was still doing so now, fully awake.

Overcome by guilt, she noticed the glistening trace of her own arousal had ruined the alphas’ bed cover. Slowly withdrawing her fingers, she averted her eyes from the evidence of her self-indulgence. Then, in a sudden, involuntary spasm, her hips bucked upward, and a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips as her fingers brushed against something sensitive. A shiver coursed through her spine. She slowly traced her fingers over it once again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Alastor’s legs shook as her hips moved in rhythm. A whimper escaped her as she felt her fingers being clenched tightly inside her.

In that exquisite moment, she reached a climax that only deepened her guilt. Her breath came in heavy pants, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. How did this happen? A horrified thought struck her—I need to apologize for defiling their bed. They may be perverts, but what I just did? I’m nothing more than a depraved omega, reduced to sinful acts. The weight of shame bore down on her. They will think I’m impure. I should be punished.

Just then, both alphas strode into the room, clad in impeccably tailored suits. They exchanged quiet, knowing glances as they looked at Alastor and then away. Lucifer, with practiced ease, adjusted the soft lighting to cast seductive shadows, while Vox meticulously set up the cameras to capture every fleeting nuance. With a smooth, deliberate motion, Lucifer handed Vox a laptop before gracefully exiting the room.

Reclining at the edge of the bed with a roguish grin, Lucifer reached out to gently caress Alastor’s hair. Her voice carried a teasing sweetness as she cooed, “You are such a good girl, my little omega. Just look at all that sweet honey you’ve blessed us with… right here on your alphas’ bed. Are you leaving your mark, dear omega? There’s no need to waste your exquisite essence on bedding. If you had simply asked, we would have delighted in savoring every last drop of your nectar rather than letting it go to waste.”

At her words, Alastor’s instinct propelled her to push Lucifer away, but in her flustered state, she tumbled onto the floor.

Leaning over her in a teasing yet commanding manner, Lucifer smirked. “Alastor, the view you’re giving me is simply irresistible. If you just spread your legs a bit wider for me, I swear I’d be seeing heaven.”

Alastor’s sundress draped over her face as she blinked in confusion. What does Lucifer mean by that? Scrambling to her knees, she shot Lucifer a flustered glare. “Please stop that, Lucifer. Why must you be such a pervert?”

Shame gnawed at her. Am I leading them into sin? Should I break the deal and pay them instead?

Lucifer chuckled lightly. “I’ve done nothing but compliment you, sweetheart. Even in your chiding, you’re so adorable.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Alastor, you’ve marked your alphas’ bed with your lovely juices, staking your claim. I’m so proud of my little omega. Alastor, you’re such a good girl for Mommy. So tell me, Alastor, did it feel good when you came for your alphas?”

Alastor’s face turned a deeper shade of red as a new dampness formed between her thighs at hearing Lucifer praise her. Just as Vox reentered the room, Alastor was slowly starting to pant as she rubbed her core against the floor. Lucifer grinned, ready to keep teasing her with just her words. Before she could, Vox threw a book at Lucifer, hitting her squarely in the chest. Lucifer laughed and blew a kiss at Vox.

Approaching the dazed omega, Vox extended a soft, backless dress with a daring thigh-high slit. Once Alastor calmed down, her face was a portrait of horror and flushed embarrassment.

She took it with trembling hands and retreated to the bathroom. There, in the harsh light of the mirror, her reflection revealed a scarlet blush covering her face. She methodically washed her hands, the motion punctuated by the echoes of Lucifer’s words: “So tell me, Omega, did it feel good when you came for your alphas?” Alastor buried her face in her palms.

The answer reverberated bitterly within her; yes, it had felt good, too good even. And now, that pleasure was inextricably tangled with shame. She expected the stern rebukes of her parents, but silence greeted her instead. A shiver ran down her spine, and deep within, her inner omega purred with desire. Though burdened by the sense of sin, she resolved to see the ordeal through, to finish what she had started. Then, she would return home and enact her own penance for her sinful acts with Lucifer and Vox.

Alastor glanced at the sundress. Did I put this on? Her memory was hazy, but if she was wearing it, she must have. With a sigh, she slipped into the elegant garment. As she stepped back into the room, standing before the two alphas, she became aware of how the dress accentuated every curve. The thigh-high slit exposed tantalizing glimpses of her inner thigh, while the design left her back completely bare.

With tender care, Vox helped her into a pair of elegant heels. Each click of her steps resonated with newfound poise. She then artfully arranged an accessory in her hair, pulling it up with meticulous care before applying makeup that enhanced her beauty and softened her anxious eyes.

“You look absolutely stunning in this dress, Alastor,” Vox remarked with genuine warmth. “When Lucifer and I saw it, we knew it was simply perfect for you.”

Meanwhile, Lucifer touched up her hair and makeup with the precision of an artist, correcting the slightest imperfection with deft fingers. Then, she fixed up Vox’s makeup and hair.

Then something had shifted within Alastor.

Embracing the moment, she posed willingly, her quiet submission transforming into an unspoken invitation. Tilting her chin slightly, she angled her face to catch the soft glow of the lights, her lashes fluttering as she offered the perfect balance of vulnerability and grace.

The alphas approached with respectful tenderness, their touches imbued with care rather than impropriety. Vox adjusted her posture, fingers barely grazing her waist as he guided her into an elegant arch, accentuating the curves of her form. Lucifer traced the line of her jaw with a feather-light touch, ensuring the perfect composition for the shot.

They cradled her gently, moving her in a delicately orchestrated dance, each savoring the moment as if it were a ritual of its own. Their movements were synchronized, effortless, as though they had rehearsed this intimate ballet countless times.

With an intimacy bordering on reverence, they guided her across their protective arms, their lips hovering tantalizingly close to her own. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, but she held the pose, her expression serene yet alluring. At one point, they wrapped her in a warm embrace, her head resting contentedly against the steady rhythm of Vox’s chest, her eyes half-lidded in dreamy surrender.

For the final capture, both alphas knelt before her, their gazes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. Each took one of her hands, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her skin, their eyes brimming with affectionate admiration. The camera shutter clicked, immortalizing the moment—a tableau of devotion and adoration.

In that cherished instant, Alastor reveled in the experience. Happiness enveloped her, her inner omega purring in delight as she closed her eyes, sinking into the cocoon of warmth and affection that Vox and Lucifer had so freely given her.

Lucifer’s grin deepened as she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement, “You’re looking divine, Alastor. But the real fun is yet to come.”

As she slowly opened her eyes, reality pieced itself together like fragments of a dream. The last few minutes—right, the pictures. That’s right, she was modeling for Vox and Lucifer. She had lost a bet.

Leaning in, Vox whispered gently into her ear, her breath sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, the best for last.”

In that tender moment, a sharp pang shot through her stomach, sudden and fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

episode 11

Alastor’s chest tightened; her heart pounded noisily in her ears, while the once-crisp air seemed to lose its chill in the heady haze of anticipation. Before her lay the final piece, a translucent nightgown, nearly weightless, its ethereal fabric shimmering like liquid moonlight. The delicate material floated around her fingers as if sentient, brushing against her skin with a whispering caress. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, betraying the clash of uncertainty and desire welling within her.

“Why is it so thin and soft?” Alastor asked in a hushed, shaky tone, her voice barely carrying over the whisper of fabric. Genuine confusion laced her words, a trace of vulnerability flickering beneath them. “How is it supposed to keep someone warm at night?”

Lucifer and Vox exchanged knowing glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief before soft laughter filled the air. The sound was both tantalizing and alluring.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Vox reached out, her slender fingers trailing along the tender curve of Alastor’s flushed cheek. “It’s not meant to ward off the chill, darling,” she purred, her voice rich with playful seduction. “It’s for igniting that exquisite warmth between you and your mate.”

Lucifer leaned in, lips a mere whisper away from Alastor’s ear. “Besides,” she purred, her tone dripping with velvet promise, “our darling omega looks simply ravishing unclad by layers.”

A shiver of both delight and trepidation surged through Alastor at their words. The heat blooming within her fused with the electric tension in the air, leaving her breathless. The sheer intensity of their attention was overwhelming, intoxicating, even terrifying. Their eyes, burning with intent, seemed to pull her deeper into something she hadn’t dared imagine when she first crossed their threshold. She didn’t want to admit it, but the way they looked at her, the way they spoke to her, and the unwavering attention they gave her was starting to make her feel… different.

Gently, Vox cradled Alastor’s chin between her fingers, tilting her face until their gazes met. “We even picked out matching sets,” she murmured, her voice a sultry caress. “Would you let us capture this moment on camera? It would bring joy to your alphas—after all, wouldn’t you want to make us happy, our precious girl?”

Alastor’s pulse quickened, shallow gasps escaping her parted lips. A hazy warmth clouded her mind, her body already betraying her as a quiet, desperate whisper tumbled forth before she could even think—

“Yes… I want to make Alpha happy.”

As the words slipped from her lips, the atmosphere shifted.

A subtle change in Alastor’s scent rippled through the air, a heady blend of fear and arousal, one that did not go unnoticed. Vox’s smile deepened, while Lucifer’s soft purr resonated like a dark promise. Their little omega had gone into heat. Both alphas took another deep breath, savoring the intoxicating scent of roses and sage.

With gentle insistence, they dressed her in the delicate nightgown, Lucifer’s careful hands smoothing the sheer fabric over Alastor’s curves while Vox adjusted the cameras to capture every breathtaking moment.

“Here, Alastor,” Lucifer whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You look truly divine. Now, rest on the bed while Vox and I prepare ourselves.”

On unsteady feet, Alastor made her way to the bed, collapsing face-first onto the plush mattress. A moan slipped from her lips, muffled against the sheets, her body instinctively seeking relief as she slowly began to grind against the bed, lost in the haze of heat.

Tears welled in her eyes. She was a sinner, battling the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume her. Her inner omega cooed softly, trying to comfort her, whispering that this was exactly where she was meant to be. Alphas called them their good omega. Alastor only stopped crying when the familiar scent of Lucifer and Vox filled her nose once again.

The room pulsed with the sensual energy of their proximity. Lucifer's and Vox's bodies pressed intimately against Alastor, each caress captured by the unblinking cameras positioned around the room. As Alastor’s gaze remained fixated on her alphas, the intensity of their desire became almost overwhelming.

Lucifer, settling on the floor, felt the tender weight of Alastor’s head resting against her chest. She helped Alastor rub her heated core against her own to create friction, as her body sought the grounding warmth of Lucifer’s closeness, even as the teasing pressure of her need grew more insistent. Moving Alastor’s hips at a steady pace. Lucifer murmured, “Omega, you’re doing so good.”

Alastor only whimpered. Lucifer stopped what she was doing and hugged Alastor tightly, stopping to place a kiss on her forehead. The camera captured the moment as Lucifer pinned Alastor down and began kissing her, while her hands played with Alastor's breast.

Vox cradled Alastor in an embrace, bending her gracefully backward as her lips brushed softly along the sensitive curve of Alastor’s neck. Her fingers delved daringly into the depths of Alastor’s core. Every touch, every whispered promise, drew Alastor deeper into an intoxicating heat. Vox knelt before her stomach while Alastor stood on unsteady feet, panting, unable to form words. She had caused them to sin—

But then, those thoughts were drowned out by the want and need of her inner omega taking over once again. Vox lifted Alastor's nightgown. “My Alastor, you smell amazing.

Vox slipped her tongue into Alastor’s core, wrapping her arms around Alastor's waist. Each stroke and curl of her tongue sent Alastor spiraling deeper. Overwhelmed by the orgasm Vox had brought her, Alastor collapsed into a tormented heap on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She clutched at Vox, then Lucifer, who knelt beside her.

“Please, help me,” she pleaded through choked sobs. “I’m scared… I’m sorry… Don’t leave me. I’m so bad… so sinful. Please, forgive me.” Her cries were a desperate mix of remorse and longing, echoing in the charged silence of the room.

Alastor kept repeating herself. “I’m sorry, Vox. I’m sorry, Lucifer. Please forgive me for trapping you, for making you sin.”

With predatory tenderness, Vox brushed a tear-streaked cheek. “We will care for you, darling. There’s nothing to fear at all, love. There’s no sin in your beauty,” she soothed, her voice dripping with seductive reassurance. “You’re such a good omega,” she added softly. “My very good girl. You are no sinner in my eyes, but a goddess who has blessed me and Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she slid an arm around Alastor’s waist, effortlessly lifting her into a protective embrace. “Sweetheart, you need not beg for forgiveness,” she murmured, her tone both gentle and commanding. “What we are about to do is the only way to keep all of us from sinning. You will only have sex with your mates, right, Alastor? We are your alphas, your mates. Your heat has started to bring out our rut.”

Alastor whimpered, guilt washing over her. They told her she wasn’t a sinner, but the two alphas were going into a rut because of her. She had caused it.

Together, Lucifer and Vox spread their pheromones with deliberate movements, pressing their wrists to Alastor’s nose, inviting her to breathe in the heady aroma of their dominance. “Just breathe, sweetheart,” Lucifer coaxed, her whisper a soft litany of safety. “You are safe—immerse yourself in our scent.”

Alastor’s chest rose and fell as drool dripped from her mouth. She moaned, lost in the pleasure of her mate’s scents. “That’s it, just keep breathing us in. It feels nice, right?”

Dizziness washed over her as her world narrowed to the hypnotic pull of their presence. Her trembling hands danced feverishly across their skin. In a haze, she licked Lucifer’s wrist and buried her face in Vox’s hand, desperate to absorb every trace of their scent.

“Let us mate with you. Don’t you want two powerful alphas to take care of you?” Vox’s fingers traced Alastor’s lips while Lucifer’s hand slipped beneath her nightgown.

Alastor tried to say “yes,” but her voice caught in her throat. She jerked as Lucifer’s fingers slid between her folds. A fresh wave of guilt crashed over her; Alastor apologized.

“I’m a sinner,” she sobbed. “I’ve failed in my duty to remain pure.” The intensity of her heat overwhelmed her, her body caught between desire and self-reproach, before her inner omega fully took over her body; she heard, You will never be a sinner in our eyes." "We will kill any who dare call you such."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged satisfied, knowing glances; their carefully orchestrated plan to push their omega into heat had worked. They would have to give thank-you gifts to the elder alphas who had helped them. Without them, they never would have gotten their mate.

Vox pressed a lingering kiss to Lucifer’s lips before disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with a small bag containing a pill, deliberately broken in half, a gift entrusted to them by Val. It was designed to give the illusion that they had fully entered their rut, ensuring that while the heat roared within Alastor, a faint ember of lucidity would remain in them.

With quiet precision, Vox took her half and, with deliberate care, placed the remaining piece into Lucifer’s waiting mouth before discarding the bag without a sound.

By unspoken consent, Vox and Lucifer placed their trembling omega onto the bed. After three and a half long years of yearning, their long-awaited claim was finally going to be consummated.

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Weight of Perfection

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This story has some deep emotional discussion including body image issues, self-esteem issues, childhood trauma, a narcissistic parent, and the struggles of maintaining a relationship through those things.

There is also an asexual character, a discussion of therapy, brief mentions of in vitro reproduction, and pregnancy.

Please consider everything before reading and skip if you believe it would be a difficult read! <3

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Jungkook couldn’t believe he was about to actually upload a profile to a sugar baby site, but he was officially desperate.

There was no way he was going back to Busan, jobless and mateless as everyone had claimed would happen. He knew choosing to pursue painting at Seoul Arts College was going to be a challenge, but the city had not been kind to the omega so far.

Going through multiple barista and waiter jobs had been Jungkook’s way of providing for himself and as a single, young omega new to Seoul, people took advantage of him. Customers were rude, alpha coworkers made him uncomfortable, and managers were shitty.

After finishing his degree, Jungkook knew it was not going to be an immediate jump into the art world, but he thought there would be some sort of opportunity that came up. He looked at museums, schools, and community centers for jobs, more than willing to clean studios and teach children’s classes to get his start, to no avail.

With his landlord constantly upping his rent and the less-than-successful job hunt, Jungkook knew his options were limited. His parents would be insufferable if he moved back into his childhood bedroom.

If working at restaurants made him anxious, the idea of becoming a stripper seemed pretty stupid. Omega shelters terrified him and he didn’t have a car to sleep in.

Then, a random ad popped up on an employment search site. It had a well-dressed omega on the arm of an older alpha in a perfectly tailored suit with a bright white font that read ‘Sweet Tooth - The Ultimate Sugar Service’.

Jungkook was confused at first, trying to figure out if it was some high-end candy company or one of those kinky services that infused slick into baked goods.

To this day, the omega had no idea why he clicked on the link, but something in his head was telling him it was the right thing to do.

Three nights later, Jungkook found himself staring at his computer screen while the buffering circle spun - uploading his thoroughly crafted sugar baby profile. It took him hours to select the photos and answer all the questions, but he told himself that there was no backing out.

This was his ticket to staying in Seoul and pursuing his dreams so Jungkook was willing to wade through filthy comments and old men in hopes of finding a semi-decent alpha to cover his rent and hopefully stock his art supplies.

By the next morning, Jungkook already had a full inbox of alphas and even a few betas making promises of designer clothes and luxurious dates. Every single message also had disgusting comments on his body and requests for Jungkook to meet in hotel rooms. All things he had been unfortunately expecting.

What he had not expected was a familiar name sending him a genuinely kind note with an ask to meet up for coffee. The phone almost slipped from his hand in shock when Jungkook clicked on the alpha’s profile, seeing the incredibly gorgeous and smiling face of the one and only Park Jimin.

The very same Jimin who grew up down the street from him in Busan and attended the same high school. Not super close friends but acquainted enough to greet each other in the hallway and pair up for a project would be how Jungkook described their relationship back then.

However, he would be an idiot to say no to the alpha despite whatever high school acquaintance they did or did not have.

Jimin, at least back in Busan, was the definition of an upstanding, respectful alpha. His presentation had been the talk of the school with every omega ready to kneel at his feet for a chance to even be considered for a date. He was well-mannered, gentle, and kind - never once known to make an ill-intentioned comment at anyone let alone an omega.

Jungkook was not surprised to see Jimin being successful enough to provide as a sugar daddy. The alpha was one of the smartest students in their school, acing every exam and getting into SNU on a full scholarship for business.

Aside from his intelligence, the Parks were also one of the wealthiest families in Busan - owning a successful bakery chain that had multiple locations across Korea and a full online store.

What had surprised Jungkook was the fact that an attractive, rich, charming twenty-seven-year-old alpha would be lacking potential partners and in search of a sugar baby. Unless Jimin had completely changed into one of those traditional arrogant alphas, Jungkook couldn’t understand how he didn’t have suitors of all subgenders.

Coming back to his senses, Jungkook quickly returned Jimin’s message - agreeing to meet up as soon as possible. The alpha said he would send a car for him that Friday afternoon and that he was excited to see him again. Jungkook would admit, the response gave him butterflies.

Friday came too quickly and the omega spent the morning in a frantic spiral deciding what to wear. His options were already limited considering most of his clothes were covered in paint or meant for the gym. Eventually, Jungkook managed to find the nice plaid button-down that he had thrifted with decent jeans and his combat boots, casual but not too casual.

Jungkook nearly passed out in the street when a black Range Rover pulled up in front of his run-down apartment building, looking comically out of place. A man jumped out and opened the back door him, addressing him as ‘Mr. Jeon’ which was somehow both formal and warm.

As the car came to a stop in front of a familiar branded coffee shop tucked in a busy Seoul side street, Jungkook felt his jaw drop and eyes widen.

Park Jimin was standing outside a building that he probably had partial ownership of looking at something on his phone, wearing a trim gray three-piece suit with his blonde hair slicked back off his forehead and absolutely radiating powerful alpha energy.

Not even realizing the driver had exited the car, Jungkook jolted when his door opened and a hand extended to help him out of the backseat. He was seriously hoping that Jimin hadn’t become a money-hungry monster since the last time they saw each other because the alpha was going to be hard to turn down with the way Jungkook’s omega was begging for him.

That concern was short-lived once Jimin caught sight of him. The alpha pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and tucked his phone away in his pocket before opening his arms for a hug with a beaming smile on his face. “Jungkookie, it’s so nice to see you!”

Jungkook felt frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by the radiant kindness coming his way along with the velvety bourbon and cedarwood scent that wrapped around him. The alpha’s strong arms embraced him and he naturally tucked his face against Jimin’s shoulder, feeling more relaxed than he had in months.

“Hi hyung, thank you for meeting me,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to stop himself from inhaling the alpha’s addictive scent. With the omega’s bergamot and vanilla growing stronger, the area around the pair was beginning to smell like the best perfume in a fragrance store.

Jimin’s hand tenderly cradled his cheek, his smile softening into a look of concern. “I just had to message you when I saw your profile. The thought of some old, nasty alpha taking advantage of you made my blood boil.”

As if Jungkook needed another reason to say yes to the alpha, here was Jimin already offering protection and respect for the omega before he even agreed to meet. “I’m really grateful you did. The other messages were, uh, interesting to say the least.”

“I’m sure - some alphas are so shameless. I’m lucky I found you first,” Jimin replied with a smile, offering his arm to direct them inside the coffee shop.

Jungkook simply returned the smile and hooked his hand around Jimin’s bicep while thinking about how he was certainly the lucky one in this scenario.

The alpha held the door open for him and instructed him to order anything he liked, adding an order of tea sandwiches and a few pastries that he claimed were his favorites after Jungkook only asked for an americano.

“So, would you like to ask a few questions first or would you like me to start?” Jimin finally asked once they were settled at their table. He moved both plates of food closer to Jungkook which the omega found very heartwarming.

“Can I…I don’t want this to sound rude, but…”

Jimin laughed and rested his chin on his hand. “Wondering why I have a profile on Sweet Tooth?”

Jungkook ducked his head slightly, a pink tinge filling his cheeks. “Yeah, I was just surprised to see you on the site.”

“It’s not rude at all, don’t you worry about that,” Jimin replied lightly, his strong scent hitting Jungkook in comforting waves. “I have more money than I could ever spend on myself and my alpha has been getting pretty pushy about wanting someone to care for. I wouldn’t say I’m lonely because I have great friends, but relationships have always been a rough subject for me.”

“What, how?” Jungkook asked instinctively before bringing his hand to his mouth. He immediately blurted out an apology. “I’m so sorry, now I am being rude. That is just surprising.”

Jimin’s smile didn’t falter in the slightest, seeming endeared by the omega if anything.

“Please don’t apologize, you are completely right. I just have…I guess it’s just easier to say it outright. I am asexual and it seems that my previous partners drew the line there - money and love be damned. I’m not completely sex-averse, but I am definitely far from sexually active.”

Jungkook’s face fell into a deep frown, his scent souring and sadness growing. “That’s terrible. I’m sorry you went through that. You should be loved for you and not, you know, your knot.”

Letting out a wet laugh, Jimin grew emotional at the omega’s response. “Thank you, Jungkookie, that means a lot.”

“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked, suddenly a burst of confidence that he didn’t have before.

“Of course, I hope that we can always be honest with each other if you decide to pursue this with me,” Jimin responded, hesitating for a moment before extending his hand across the table to offer it for the omega to hold.

Jungkook gratefully accepted the gesture, squeezing the alpha’s hand to gather strength.

“I, um, I’ve been kind of terrified at the thought of becoming a sugar baby for someone who only wanted sexual stuff from me. I know I would have done it because I need the money even though the thought literally makes me sick to my stomach. I’ve never figured out if I identify a certain way, but casual sex has always freaked me out.”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he let out comforting pheromones. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you didn’t end up in that position. I promise you that it will never happen with me. Consent is the most important thing.”

In that moment, Jungkook was ready to turn all of his trust over to the alpha. He had no idea how things were finally starting to work out for him, but he was not going to question it. The conversation then shifted to their agreement, both seeming to understand that they were going to move forward with the relationship.

“So, tell me about what’s going on, Jungkookie. How can I help?” Jimin asked, sounding completely genuine and without pity or judgment.

Jungkook was surprised that any lingering embarrassment was gone, the alpha making him feel safe and secure to be open about his situation.

“I’m having some trouble paying my bills. It’s been a struggle since I got to Seoul, but now that I’ve graduated and I can’t find a job in my field, it’s gotten worse. I’m on the verge of getting evicted and keeping a job as a single omega is harder than I expected.”

Jimin frowned and regained his hold on Jungkook’s hand to offer comfort. “Did you study art in college? You were always so good when we were kids.”

The omega blushed, shocked by the alpha’s memory and praise. “Oh, um, yeah, I did. I went to Seoul Arts and my medium was painting. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but it’s been more difficult than I thought.”

“Seoul Arts! That’s amazing! I’m sure you will have your paintings in a beautiful gallery someday,” Jimin continued with his praise, entirely intentional and not patronizing which Jungkook was used to hearing from his parents.

“Thank you, hyung. That really would be amazing,” Jungkook replied shyly, appreciating the alpha’s warmth and kindness. “I’ve been out of supplies for a while now though so I might be out of practice.”

Jimin grimaced, not liking the omega’s dejected tone one bit. “Well, we need to change that then. I’m free for the rest of the afternoon. Why don’t we find a good art supply store and get what you need?”

Jungkook was dumbfounded, not expecting to jump right into the sugar baby portion of the relationship. He thought they would be talking through terms and possibly agreeing to try it out that day. He looked up owl-eyed at the now-standing alpha who held out a hand for him to take.

“Are you sure, hyung?” he asked nervously.

“Jungkook, I was serious when I said I have more money than I could ever spend. I already consider you a friend so please let me help. My alpha is desperate to take care of someone and in my mind, there is no better person than you,” Jimin explained, keeping his hand extended the entire time.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook finally nodded and placed his hand in the alpha’s. He stood with a small grin on his face. “Thank you, hyung, you have no idea how grateful I am for this.”

—

A month later, Jungkook was blown away by how different his life already had become.

The alpha had paid out the remaining nine months of his lease and covered his utilities far enough that Jungkook may not have to think about them again until he moved out of the dingy little place.

Jimin spared no expense on his art supplies to the point of the omega running out of space in his studio apartment to store the high-quality tools and materials. For the first time in nearly a year, Jungkook was able to spend an entire day painting without feeling guilty for wasting time that could have been spent working.

And probably the biggest change, his fridge and pantry were fully stocked. Jungkook had casually mentioned that he couldn’t remember the last time he felt full after their first dinner together.

Jimin was bothered by even the thought of the omega going hungry so he dragged them to the store and made Jungkook fill the cart.

Between paying his bills and keeping him fed, Jungkook was already falling for the alpha, but he was keeping the relationship strictly on their contract terms. Jimin was taking care of him and Jungkook was a gracious and active participant by accompanying him out and spending evenings on the phone together.

That night, the omega would be visiting Jimin’s penthouse for the first time and they would be discussing more details of their agreement. The alpha mentioned that he had wanted to keep communication open between them and ensure that both remained happy and fulfilled.

Jungkook knew that Jimin had concerns about their heat and rut cycles and the potential of the omega exploring other relationships. He was going to make sure that the alpha understood Jungkook’s commitment, knowing that he would want to stay loyal to Jimin even if the money was removed from the relationship.

The omega would remember their conversation from that night forever, hearing the absolutely sweet declaration from the alpha. Jimin laid out exactly what he wanted from their relationship and made it clear that he would continue to support Jungkook with nothing in return aside from his loyalty.

Jimin admitted that he was protective and already felt connected to Jungkook’s omega, wanting to be his provider in every way. The alpha’s happiness came from the omega’s safety and comfort, knowing that Jungkook is cared for completely by Jimin.

He wanted to make sure that Jungkook had clothes that he actually wanted to wear, that he had everything he needed to create his art, that he never felt hungry or tired, that he was safe and supported.

Jungkook dissolved into tears, allowing the alpha to comfort him through the treacherous emotions. He explained to Jimin that he was desperate for those feelings since leaving Busan and he trusted him to pursue the full relationship.

It only blossomed from there and Jungkook had never been happier. He had quit the latest part-time hellhole that he was serving at, spending his day painting and creating prints for his newly developed online store.

More nights were spent at Jimin’s than his own apartment, especially after the alpha turned one of his guest rooms into a makeshift art studio.

Six months into their arrangement, however, Jungkook was hit with two major waves of anxiety.

One was the fact that his heat was going to hit within the next two weeks. The second was the fact that his favorite jeans were getting a little tight - most of his old jeans actually were quite snug around the hips and waist.

He immediately chalked it up to his heat cycle, bloating being one of his primary pre-heat symptoms, but deep down, Jungkook knew that he definitely put on a bit of weight.

Most of it was probably needed considering how underweight he was prior to connecting with Jimin, but the alpha certainly kept him well-fed and up until now, Jungkook didn’t pay it a second thought.

Deciding that his heat was the more prominent concern, Jungkook called Jimin and asked if he could come over that night to talk through it. He typically went to a heat facility to ride through his cycle with basic care and a few toys and figured that he would be doing the same considering the alpha’s preferences, however, Jimin made him a genuinely enticing offer.

The alpha said that if Jungkook were comfortable with it, Jimin would happily allow him to nest in a guest room or his own bedroom. He would make sure that he is comfortable and fed, willing to provide massages and medication for his cramps while also giving him privacy if he needed to use any toys for more painful waves.

Jimin’s lovely proposition sounded like a dream as Jungkook rarely ever had a sexual partner for his heats as it was. Knowing his chosen alpha would be there to care for him and scent him, Jungkook’s omega demanded that they stay at his penthouse for the entire heat and Jungkook did just that.

It was by far the best heat of Jungkook’s life. Jimin was perfectly attentive, gently rubbing away all his aches and pains while keeping him hydrated and satiated which turned out to be the only downside of the wonderful experience.

Jungkook’s usual bloating and weight gain from his pre-heat typically melted away after his demanding cycle - burning calories one orgasm at a time. However, where the heat facility gave him water and a few protein shakes over those painful days, Jimin ensured he ate full meals and kept his blood sugar up with pieces of chocolate and granola bites.

Once he was regrettably back at his apartment, Jungkook pulled out the scale to find that his heat cycle tacked on five pounds which brought his total gain up to seventeen pounds since connecting with Jimin.

The realization sent Jungkook into a reclusive spiral. He decided that he needed to drop some weight as soon as possible to keep Jimin’s interest which meant dieting and working out for the next month or so while coming up with excuses to not see the alpha.

Jimin was upset and concerned, wanting answers as to why the omega suddenly was declining his invites to spend the night or get dinner after a long workday. Somehow, Jungkook had not considered that the alpha would interpret the distance as a reaction to his heat.

The plan dissolved three weeks after his decision to hide away for a bit and work off a few pounds. Hearing Jimin’s choked-up voice through the phone, asking if Jungkook had realized that he couldn’t be happy with the alpha’s lack of sexual desire, would haunt the omega’s nightmares.

Jungkook immediately caught a taxi to Jimin’s house, needing to comfort his alpha. Jimin opened the door and the omega wanted to fall to his knees, begging for forgiveness.

The alpha looked like a wreck, dressed in dull pajamas with dark circles under his puffy eyes. He seemed like he was bracing himself for heartbreak at the sight of Jungkook in front of him and the omega had to fix what he had done.

“Alpha, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whimpered, wrapping himself around Jimin in hopes of providing comfort. “Please forgive me, I shouldn’t have shut you out.”

Jimin’s arms enveloped Jungkook, the alpha’s strong scent naturally calming him down. “Jungkookie, you don’t need to apologize for your feelings. I knew this was a possibility - it’s happened before.”

“No!” Jungkook cried out, tightening his grip on the alpha while hating the fact that Jimin was still trying to console him when he hurt the alpha. “My heat was amazing, hyung. You were perfect. I’ve never felt so safe in my entire life.”

The alpha was clearly confused, but he still kept his hold on the omega. Some of the tension softened as he cradled Jungkook’s head against his shoulder. “Then why, sweetheart? What did I do wrong?”

Jungkook whimpered at the alpha’s still dejected tone. “Nothing, alpha, please believe me. It was me. I got freaked out and I made a stupid decision.”

“Freaked out about what?”

The omega sighed and braced himself for the embarrassing confession. “I…um, I realized that I’ve gained some weight.”

“Okay?” Jimin replied slowly, waiting for more.

When it didn’t come, the alpha continued, “That’s it? You were going to call this off because, what…you thought I would be upset over you gaining a couple pounds?”

“I mean, it’s more than a couple.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin said firmly, almost scolding with his tone.

Jungkook sensed the alpha’s frustration and hearing Jimin question it that way made him think about how ridiculous his plan had been.

“Honestly, I don’t ever want to call this off. I just…ugh, I can’t believe I actually thought this was a good idea, but I was going to try to lose most of the weight for the next couple weeks so you didn’t lose interest in me and then you know, go back to our normal stuff.”

Jimin pulled back and cupped Jungkook’s cheeks, looking at him with a mix of exasperation, pain, and endearment.

“Please never do that to me ever again. I need you to talk to me. The past three weeks were horrible and the idea that you spent it thinking you needed to lose weight for me makes it even worse. Ggukie, you are so beautiful, and how much you weigh will never change that. I…this is not how I planned to do this, but I need to tell you.”

Jungkook braced himself, expecting a speech from Jimin about taking care of himself and stopping his constant overthinking. However, he was shocked by the alpha pulling him in closer to rest his forehead against the omega’s while he spoke from the heart.

“I love you so much, Jungkook. I was heartbroken at the thought of you leaving me. I’ve barely gotten out of bed this week because I’ve felt terrible without you. I don’t want us to stay together because of money, I want to properly court you and hopefully become your alpha one day.”

Jungkook whimpered, overcome with various emotions. His omega was torn between celebrating his alpha’s love confession and breaking down in tears at the thought of causing Jimin’s pain.

“I love you too, Jimin. I hope you can forgive me. Having you as a mate would be the best thing that could ever happen to me.”

Jimin closed the small gap between them for a lingering kiss, the most intense they had ever shared. There had been gentle pecks in the past as the alpha explained that he was comfortable with kisses as long as the saliva and tongue were limited, but Jungkook felt the emotion behind this one deeper than ever before.

“Of course, I forgive you. I’m more relieved than anything. I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“I missed you too, hyung. My omega was begging me to stop, but I was just so caught up in my head that I let the insecurities get the best of me,” Jungkook replied, trying to make his point clear that Jimin had done absolutely nothing wrong.

Jimin took a quiet moment to think something over before he said, “How about we go build a nest together? I want to hold you for a little while.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, the room filling with their shared scents. “That sounds amazing, alpha.”

—

Their relationship blossomed from that day on. When Jimin said he was going to traditionally court the omega, he meant it. Jungkook had never been so spoiled in all his life.

The alpha had decided that it was obvious for Jungkook to move in with him once his lease was up - overjoyed to finally get his omega out of his tiny, overpriced apartment.

Jimin did a full overhaul of the art space his alpha had put together in the penthouse, letting Jungkook select every detail of his studio with a professional interior designer.

Jimin cleared out an entire side of the master suite’s walk-in closet only to fill it back up with a new wardrobe for the omega.

Jungkook was grateful for the alpha allowing him to choose his preference on most items because he now had options for fancy date nights but also outfits that could be covered in paint during a day in his studio.

The only factor of the alpha’s courting that Jungkook was trying to come to terms with was the continued effects on his weight. Jimin had the pantry stocked with every snack the omega had ever mentioned liking and the alpha ensured that Jungkook never missed a meal again.

Between Jungkook’s already decent appetite and Jimin’s consistent praise whenever he ate well, it was expected for the omega to continue his gain rather than lose it as he planned.

Sometimes, he was grateful for Jimin’s consistent push to spoil him because it was helpful to have new clothes that fit him better as he filled out more.

However, the omega would also admit that Jimin was slowly chipping away at his insecurities.

Not a day went by without the alpha telling him how beautiful he was and how much he loved him. He never shied away from wrapping Jungkook in his tight embrace and holding him close in a warm bath or their shared nest.

Jimin always offered for Jungkook to accompany him on his morning runs, but it was a gesture of quality time rather than implying he needed the exercise. The alpha never once shamed him for saying no and simply suggested they share a shower when he returned from the solo run.

The alpha helped him find an omega-only yoga class near their building that was welcoming and fun when Jungkook mentioned wanting to find something to help him get out and stay active.

If Jungkook ever fell into a rough headspace or had a bad day, Jimin would ask what he needed - happy to give him time alone with parting words of love or ready to hold him close until the omega felt ready to leave their nest.

After a year together, three months into Jimin’s courtship, Jungkook had officially gained twenty-five pounds. His hips and thighs filled out little by little and his cheeks had become more cherubic similar to how they were in his youth.

The pooch below his belly button, once just slight evidence of his womb, was now a bit plumper - love handles developing on his sides that jutted out from his still trim waist.

His alpha’s hands were on his body more often than not, gently tracing his curves and praising his beauty. It was harder to question himself when Jimin made him feel so treasured.

Just when Jungook was coming around to his softer tummy and curvier hips, though, he suffered a mental setback.

Jimin wanted to take him home to Busan so his parents could meet his future omega and it only seemed right to introduce his alpha to his family as well, even if Jungkook didn’t particularly care what his parents thought of Jimin - they were never going to change his mind.

After meeting his alpha’s parents, it was obvious to Jungkook where Jimin’s kind personality and tender heart came from.

Jimin’s alpha mother had infused every bit of her protective nature into her son while his omega mother clearly had a close relationship with her son, constantly praising everything the alpha discussed and scenting her son with loving hugs any chance she got.

Jimin’s omega mother complimented Jungkook throughout their entire stay at the Park residence, telling him how beautiful he was and that he was a perfect match for their son.

Jungkook always felt appreciated by Jimin’s praise, but something about the words coming from a maternal omega was bolstering his confidence.

While the house was overflowing with compliments in all directions, his future mate’s alpha mother pulled him aside to make sure her son was taking care of him properly. She demanded that Jungkook check in with them regularly and encouraged him to be honest if there was ever something Jimin did that he didn’t like.

Jungkook truly had never felt so loved and was certain that Jimin’s parents would become his own once their mating was finalized, already treating him as if he was their son.

They also had the same mindset around feeding him that his alpha held, spending the entire week being stuffed to the brim at their home between the incredible homemade meals and delicious pastries from one of their many bakeries.

Jimin’s omega mother and a few family friends that Jungkook had been introduced to all indulged in the sweet spread during their trip, encouraging the omega to do the same. He noticed their similar curvy figures and found happiness in fitting with the image of a healthy mate.

That, unfortunately, was where the happiness of their trip ended. On that Sunday afternoon, the couple made their way from the Park estate to the Jeon’s home and received a completely different welcome.

Jungkook’s alpha father wanted to discuss money from the jump yet seemed annoyed by his future son-in-law’s successful career at the same time, almost envious of the young alpha.

His omega mother, on the other hand, held strong on her judgmental treatment of Jungkook while making uncomfortable, almost flirtatious comments toward Jimin.

While Jimin spoke to his father in the living room, Jungkook’s mother cornered him in the kitchen and started her typical barrage on the omega’s life choices and appearance within hours of their arriving.

“So, how is the whole art thing treating you?” she asked snarkily, always hoping that her son would admit his failure in his career choice just to gloat about being right.

Jungkook was not deterred by her implication and genuinely smiled.

“It’s going really well. Jimin helped me build a nice studio at home and I have an online store where I’ve been selling my paintings and prints. My sales have been going up lately so I’ve been thinking of outsourcing the printing to keep up with my orders.”

“Hmm, well isn’t that nice, dear? Glad to see it wasn’t a waste of our money after all,” his mother responded, sounding disinterested as she decided what to go after next. Not bothering to even spare a glance at her son.

Jungkook fought the urge to roll his eyes, knowing fully well that they hadn’t contributed a dime to his education as he earned a full scholarship to Seoul Arts. He knew more was coming so he put his focus into brewing his and Jimin’s tea while hoping that the alphas came in soon.

A minute of silence passed and Jungkook honestly thought he was about to get off easy when he felt a sharp pinch to the soft skin above his hip. He flinched and stepped away, snapping his head toward his mother who had a disapproving smirk on her face.

“Someone’s getting a bit fat.”

Her voice was even sharper than her pinch, looking almost pleased that she found something to latch onto. Before Jungkook could even figure out what to say, she powered on.

“You know, just because this alpha is courting you doesn’t mean you can just let yourself go. He’s young, rich, and handsome - he could trade you in tomorrow and here you are packing on the pounds as if you have something to offer him besides your looks.”

A furious growl reverberated through the house as Jimin entered the kitchen looking as though he was barely containing his alpha below the surface. Jungkook had never seen true anger on his alpha’s face before and was shocked to hear the absolutely feral sound from deep within Jimin’s chest.

The shocking sound was the only reason Jungkook hadn’t dissolved into tears from his mother’s slicing comments.

Comforting bourbon and cedarwood filled Jungkook’s senses, suddenly found his alpha’s strong body physically shielding him from his mother.

The omega placed a gentle hand on Jimin’s lower back, hoping to provide a returned feeling of security to keep the alpha from tearing his mother apart, although it was deserved.

“How dare you speak to my mate that way; he is your child, you nasty woman,” Jimin spat out, his voice deeper than Jungkook had ever heard it. “And you couldn’t be more wrong. His beauty is an added bonus to his heart and soul. Jungkook is the only omega for me; he is everything.”

Jungkook instinctively gripped the alpha’s shirt tighter as tried to pump his own calming pheromones into the room while fighting off much different tears than before.

If anything, he was ready to offer his neck for a mating bite to Jimin who jumped to defend him without question - loudly proclaiming his love for his omega.

It seemed as though his mother realized not to push Jimin who looked like one more word would send him over the edge. His chest was heaving with panting breaths, only grounded by his omega’s touch and warm scent.

Making a sudden decision, Jimin spun around and every trace of disgust dropped from his face as he cupped Jungkook’s cheeks with a tender touch.

“Why don’t we grab our bags and head home, sweetheart? I’m not going to let them treat you this way.”

Jungkook finally let a few tears fall as he nodded in agreement, overwhelmed with the pure love and care radiating from his alpha. The subtle motion was all Jimin needed to take his hand and lead them to the guest room where they had dropped their bags, trying to block out the hushed whispers between Jungkook’s parents in the kitchen - most likely his father scolding his mother for burning their bridge, not with their son but with his future alpha’s bank account.

The moment they stepped inside the quiet bedroom, Jimin had his arms around Jungkook in a soothing yet tight embrace. He dropped kiss after kiss onto the omega’s neck and jaw before finally whispering, “I meant every word I said, you are everything to me, Jungkook - everything.”

“I love you so much, Jimin,” Jungkook replied softly, his face securely tucked into the alpha’s neck to surround himself with his comforting scent.

“Let’s go home, my love.”

—

His mother’s cutting words consumed him for the following weeks no matter how many compliments were rained on him by Jimin.

Every pass by the mirror and each rumble of hunger had the moment on replay in his mind.

Jungkook could physically feel the hard squeeze of her fingernails against his skin while the insults sat heavily on his chest.

“Someone’s getting a bit fat.”

“Let yourself go.”

“Packing on the pounds.”

Jungkook knew that Jimin was worried about him, but the omega just couldn’t shake the insecurity that was plaguing him every day.

His art started to reflect his downtrodden mood and his clothing started to drown his frame, choosing oversized hoodies and baggy t-shirts even during the night. He started to lose weight, not in a healthy way but in response to the burden of his emotions.

Jungkook became nauseous at the thought of eating once his mother’s words started spinning around in his head, often taking small bites to appease Jimin who looked afraid that the omega was going to fall apart at any moment which was partially true.

Jungkook knew he was masking the real pain from the rocky relationship with his mother by fixating on her discussion about his weight. There were far more moments that hurt him as the memories flooded his mind each time he thought about their conversation.

She always had an obsession with having the perfect appearance. Jungkook always needed to be perfect for her and in his childhood, he had been convinced that he would never achieve that. There was something to fix or change or do that had to be better for her and no matter what he did, it was never right.

His emotions had always been her plaything - something to attack so she would feel better about herself and it seemed that Jungkook and his omega were finally taking time to recognize that.

Jimin knew Jungkook was strong and believed that his mate needed time to process the turmoil the omega’s mother had opened up about during their visit, but as more time passed, Jimin felt worse and worse.

He also became aware that Jungkook’s weight was no longer at the core of the issue, possibly never having been the true concern.

Jimin’s love and praise were enough to fight off the little moments of insecurity that popped up before their Busan visit, but the alpha couldn’t seem to touch this profound burden.

This was a deeply emotional matter that clearly stretched back to Jungkook’s childhood considering that the omega warned Jimin to expect snide comments and direct judgment from his mother.

The alpha was desperate to help his future mate heal the hurt his own mother had caused so Jimin finally did the only thing he could think would help. He called his parents, wanting guidance and support - absolutely the right decision as both his mothers were in Seoul by the next morning.

Jimin and his alpha mother had both taken off work, leaving the family business in the hands of trusted colleagues until further notice.

His mothers told him that they had no intention of leaving Seoul until both of their children were happy and healthy, instantly accepting Jungkook as a full member of the family even without their official mating.

Allowing Jungkook a late morning, Jimin left their nest to welcome his parents and receive some of their comfort for himself.

His alpha mother immediately moved to the kitchen after greeting him so she could start preparing breakfast while Jimin’s omega mother simply held her son in a tight embrace, scenting him softly and whispering promises that everything would work out fine.

With both of them working on morning preparations, Jimin crawled back into their bed to rouse his mate. He trailed a gentle hand across Jungkook’s back and placed tender kisses across the omega’s shoulders.

A little whine made Jimin smile, listening to the other maneuver through his half-asleep state. Jungkook eventually rolled over, his eyes growing in confused surprise to see his alpha hovering above him.

“Hyung? Why are you still home? Are you sick?” Jungkook asked groggily, looking over at the clock on the nightstand twice to confirm that it was well past Jimin’s typical departure for the office.

Jimin, knowing that it was a bold decision, snuck one hand under Jungkook’s shirt and placed it flat against his omega’s soft tummy. Trying his best to ignore the tense reaction, the alpha laid a sweet kiss on Jungkook’s lips and started a soothing motion with his fingers.

“I took the day off. My parents decided to come up for a visit; they are in the kitchen making breakfast right now actually,” Jimin responded, keeping his tone light and casual.

Jungkook stared at the alpha in shock, unmoving and only growing tenser. Jimin was waiting for some sort of anxious reaction as he continued his caress of the omega’s midsection.

Suddenly, the omega’s scent sweetened a bit and his body relaxed back into the bed. Jungkook actually gave Jimin a soft smile which nearly brought the alpha to tears.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, sniffling quietly as he brought his arms around Jimin to pull him closer.

Within moments of Jimin’s explanation, he realized that his alpha had called in support for them - something he had never been granted before.

Jimin wrapped one hand around his back while the other cradled Jungkook’s neck, his thumb running gently over the space where his mating mark would proudly sit one day. He placed his lips on Jungkook’s forehead and held them there for a bit.

Eventually, Jimin responded, “All I want is for you to be happy, sweetheart. For you to know how much you are loved.”

Jungkook let a few tears fall, knowing his alpha would catch them. He let himself drown in Jimin’s comforting scent while riding through the various emotions.

Of all his wonderful memories with Jimin, that one would remain near the top for most profound because it was such a simple moment that changed the course of his life.

Looking back, Jungkook realized that was the moment he allowed himself to start grieving the last little frays of the relationship with his mother. This was the point he saw Jimin’s parents fully as his own and accepted that family was chosen - the Parks being his choice every time.

Jimin gently eased him out of bed, encouraging him to do his full morning routine and reset himself in a way after ignoring all elements of self-care for nearly a month. His alpha graciously gave him time to process alone with the excuse of going to help his mothers in the kitchen.

Feeling clean and rejuvenated, Jungkook truly looked at himself in the mirror for the first time since returning from Busan two months ago. He felt that familiar disappointment as he lifted his shirt, however, for a much different reason this time.

The omega clearly lost weight and Jungkook assumed that would bring a smile to his face after wanting it for months. Yet, he realized that his body looked and felt completely wrong in his reflection.

With that added weight, Jungkook had a warm glow to his skin and an enticing curve to his waist and hips. There was now a dullness to his pale skin, almost sickly, and his body lacked any sort of shape.

All of Jimin’s comments and praises came flooding back and Jungkook finally realized how right his alpha had been after losing the figure he once despised. Every mention of his body being beautiful and healthy had been completely true and Jungkook wanted it back.

Pulling on one of Jimin’s sweaters and finding his slippers, Jungkook left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen which held delicious smells and quiet voices.

Before he could even cross the kitchen threshold, Jungkook found himself in Jimin’s omega mother’s arms. She scented him without question and rocked them gently side-to-side, petting his hair and radiating calm, loving energy.

“Hello darling, it’s so good to see you. We missed you,” she whispered into his ear, keeping her embrace around him.

“I missed you too, Mrs. Park,” Jungkook replied, feeling grateful for his warm, motherly love.

She leaned back and brought one hand to his cheek, shaking her head. “Mrs. Park? Don’t be silly, call me Eomma, dear.”

Jungkook froze, overcome with emotions. He never had an ‘Eomma’ before, always being told to call his parents mother and father.

On top of the already overwhelming moment, Jungkook let the word ‘dear’ run through his head - never heard it used so sweetly and genuinely in his direction before. His mother always called him dear, but it almost felt derogatory with the way she used it.

Gentle fingers wiped away his tears, bringing Jungkooks focus back to his alpha’s mother in front of him. He simply nodded, letting out a wet laugh, and repeated, “Eomma.”

Jungkook heard Jimin sniffle, sounding just as affected by the adorable scene while Jimin’s alpha mother walked over and placed her hand on his back.

“Alright, let me get in on this,” she said, making the others chuckle. She pulled Jungkook into her arms, holding him similarly to how her mate had just hugged him. “You better not try Mrs. Park on me; I only respond to Mom, got it?”

Another laugh drew from Jungkook’s chest, happy tears still running down his cheeks in tandem. He nodded again, returning the alpha’s fierce embrace. “Got it, Mom.”

She pulled back with a warm smile and tapped him under the chin affectionately. “We love you and we feel so grateful to have another son, especially one who loves our Jimin. Please don’t ever forget that.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the tears after that, hunching over slightly into her shoulder as his chest heaved with emotion.

His alpha’s scent suddenly wrapped around him and Jungkook felt himself being transferred into Jimin’s strong arms. He pulled the alpha closer, putting his nose directly into Jimin’s neck and fully releasing cathartic sobs in response to the outpouring of pure love from Jimin and his parents.

They eventually helped him calm down and the four of them enjoyed a filling breakfast on their balcony. Jimin sat with one hand on Jungkook’s thigh the entire time, feeding him occasional bites when the omega got caught up in conversation with his mothers.

It was easily the most he had eaten in weeks and it was the most Jimin had seen him smile since they left Busan. The alpha finally felt like there was a light back in Jungkook’s eyes, everyone healing little by little from the unfortunate experience.

Jimin’s parents stayed for the next week - cooking meals, offering hugs, and supporting both Jimin and Jungkook through whatever emotions may have come.

The four searched together for a good omega therapist in Seoul, Jungkook feeling like it was something he could handle with his family as a pillar of strength.

It took time for him to process the interaction in Busan, let alone his childhood, but Jimin never once let him go through it alone. Whatever he needed, Jungkook had it without question.

Over time, Jungkook started to learn that the perfection his mother was insistent on creating didn’t exist. If was never about that at all, it was simply her causing him pain. He had come to realize that it may never happen and the omega set out to just enjoy his life.

—

Two years later, there had been many changes.

The couple was officially mates, having a beautiful ceremony in Busan. Jungkook had filled out once again, gaining back what he had lost and a little more as Jimin’s pampering never ceased after their courtship ended.

Jimin had fully taken on the top leadership role of the family company; his alpha mother decided to retire and travel with her mate. Jungkook’s art store had gone a bit viral from a series he did on healing his inner child, leading him to open a physical storefront where he sold his prints and originals.

The biggest change by far was the one currently in progress. Children had been a big discussion for them - Jungkook needed to heal himself before even considering being a parent while Jimin had always feared the discussion with his future mate.

After a difficult discussion, Jungkook ensured Jimin that he would never force his alpha to do something that would make him uncomfortable. The alpha promised he would put whatever money they needed into making a family and they found a welcome solution.

Jungkook admitted that he would obviously love any child they adopted, but a small part of him truly wanted to experience pregnancy - a purely omegan desire.

Jimin told him he understood, his own alpha wanting to provide a child for his mate even though both he and his wolf were completely put off by full intercourse.

With the help of Jimin’s parents, they found a professional in Seoul who did full extraction-based in vitro fertilization - meaning Jimin would not have to endure anything that was sexual in nature and it was completely safe for Jungkook to experience.

Their first round was successful and Jungkook was pregnant a year later. And the omega was absolutely cherished.

Jimin’s parents, somehow, spoiled him even more than his alpha. Constantly visiting with food and gifts for both him and their baby.

His omega mother praised Jungkoook for how well he was carrying and how beautiful he was. Even Jungkook would admit that his pregnancy glow was pretty incredible.

The weight gain, of course, continued throughout his pregnancy, but now, Jungkook took it in stride. Loving his body and feeling confident in the changes, especially with how much his alpha loved on him.

The birth went smoothly for him and the mates were home with their daughter. Jungkook was grateful every day for Jimin but even more so with the alpha’s care for him and their pup like right now.

Jungkook was in his nest, relaxing after Minji’s bedtime feeding. He watched as Jimin paced back and forth across their bedroom with her cradled to his chest, lulling her to sleep.

Unable to keep it to himself as the feeling warmed his heart, Jungkook said, “I love you.”

The alpha halted mid-step, turning to look at his omega with a soft smile on his face - almost looking a little emotional from the words he had heard so many times before.

“I cannot put into words how much I love you, Jungkook.”

Jimin brought Minji to the little bassinet on the omega’s side of the bed, laying her down and ensuring she stayed asleep before crawling into the nest and joining his mate.

As the alpha’s hand moved over the omega’s soft middle, pregnancy still completely evident as his rounded belly healed, Jungkook was struck by how incredible he felt. He thought back to all those moments when he cringed from his alpha’s touch and almost completely ran from him over the state of his body.

Now, the insecurities were tucked away in the back of his mind, nearly non-existent. They were there to remind him of how beautiful his relationship was and the way Jimin loved him.

Jungkook was actually quite proud of his body now, especially after having brought life into the world. He had built himself a new family and found happiness in his life which he never expected to have in the past.

The feeling of Jimin’s lips on his jaw and his alpha’s gentle caress of his belly brought him out of his thought, smiling up at his mate with a loving gaze.

“How are you doing? Any pain? Are you comfortable?” Jimin asked in a hushed whisper, just as he had done multiple times a day since their daughter was born.

Jungkook pulled him closer for a full, lingering kiss. He looked into Jimin’s eyes for a quiet moment, trying to convey his immense amount of love for him.

“I’m perfect, alpha, absolutely perfect.”

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