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Omegas from Sector A - [Alpha!Minho x omega!reader]

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summary: Y/n was not only the first girl to be sent to the clearing (from sector A) but also the first omega. How will the boys deal with her when they realize she's not exactly what they'd expect from an omega? Note: "Omegas from Sector A" is an interconnected series and Y/n in this story will be called Ava in the rest of the series. The rest of the serie is available on the masterlist. Thank you all!

Everyone was surprised to smell an omega when the box was opened and even more surprised when they saw that inside was a girl and not another boy.

Y/n was frightened, she didn't remember anything, her name, where she was or how she got there, everything was a mystery to her even…

She stopped watching one of the alphas, blond and blue-eyed, who had bravely entered the box and was now holding out his hand to her.

“Why do I have this huge bunch of idiots staring at me!” She shouts, causing everyone to choke and the blond man who was holding out his hand to shrink away.

Moving forward Y/n sees that they back off and with confidence she steps out of the box. She walks slowly while observing the space around her, at first glance she was trapped in a clearing by huge walls. Turning around she sees the group of alphas still standing by the box looking at her. Looking into the forest, she launched herself towards them, running quickly.

A chorus of surprised shouts can be heard and after a moment of shock they all quickly start running after her, but luckily for Y/n she is faster.

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“How could no one find her? She must be in the clearing. She didn't go out through the gates, did she?” Says Alby exasperated, he should have gone to see the box arrive this morning.

“She ran into the forest, we lost her there and we've been watching the gate ever since,” Windstone says.

“Alby, what's going on?” Minho asks as he enters the hut.

“A girl, omega, climbed into the box today while you were outside, but she ran off into the forest and they can't find her” Alby explains.

“An omega? Shouldn't she have an easy-to-follow scent?”

“She did, but it just disappeared,” explains Windstone.

“How did she lose her scent?” Minho asks in disbelief.

“Minho listen, the other runners are already looking for her, but I was hoping you could help, we wanted to find her before nightfall”

Minho agrees a little exasperated by the situation and heads off into the forest.

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Minho smells the faint scent of an omega and follows it to the point where it disappeared, looking around he sees a puddle of mud stirred up. She must have covered her glands with mud to hide her scent so we wouldn't be able to sniff her out. Clever. She knows what she's doing. Minho thought.

Minho bites his lip to hold back a smile as he looks up, thinking, What else is she capable of?

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Idiots.

Y/n thinks as she watches the alphas in the distance running around. She would take advantage of the darkness of the night to escape through the gates and would soon be out of there. All she had to do was wait.

“The view from up there must be good”

Minho laughed as he watched the omega at the top of the tree suddenly turn at the sound of his voice.

“Are you coming down or would you prefer me to pick you up?”

He can see her consider for a moment before starting to climb down, but when she's on a lower branch she launches herself shouting “Catch me!”

Y/N throws herself at Minho knocking him to the ground, stunned he takes a second to recover. That second, however, was all Y/n needed to get up and run for the gates.

Getting up hastily, Minho runs as fast as he can after her. The gates are about to close.

“Get her!” Minho shouts at the top of his voice to the two guarding the gates.

They both run towards Y/n, but she dodges nimbly, causing them both to stumble as she heads towards the gates.

Shit!” Minho shouts, accelerating as fast as he can.

Y/n is almost there. Just a little further. She thinks as a huge gust of wind accompanied by an ominous noise brings her to a stop just outside the entrance. She hesitates, but seeing the alphas rushing towards her she is impelled to continue - As the gates begin to close she is about to move forward, but fortunately her earlier hesitation has given Minho enough time to catch up. She struggles against Minho's grip, but he only lets her go when the gates finally close and they find themselves surrounded by the others.

Y/n growls at Minho, too frustrated that he has prevented her escape to care about getting rid of the hand that still holds her arm.

“Is she really an omega?”

“Yeah, she doesn't smell like one,” some comment.

“Doesn't even look like one” someone adds.

Pulling her by the arm Minho removes the mud from her neck allowing her scent to flow again.

Everyone is silent until finally one of them says, “I didn't know you could do that.”

“Yes, she's clever… and quick,” Minho admits without realizing it, making Y/n look at him, pleased with the recognition and at the same time surprised that he had noticed. “We'd better explain to her what's going on, if she understands I don't think she'll run away again” he adds.

“I agree. Let's talk calmly.” says Alby ”Newt, Gally, come too.”

___

Although it was better than the other explanations she had come up with during her time up in the tree, she couldn't help but look septically at the four alphas in front of her.

“So the runners are responsible for finding a way out of here?”

“Exactly,” Alby agrees.

“Okay, so I want to be a runner,” Y/n declares calmly.

“That's not how it works. Runners are the fastest and strongest of us all and you're an omega” Gally intervenes.

“I think I've shown myself to be faster and more agile than all of you” Y/n growls at Gally.

There is a brief silence where everyone seems to agree that she has already shown herself to be quite capable.

“Minho” Alby calls out "It's your call".

Y/n looks at the only alpha who was able to find and catch her in anticipation.

“I need some time to think about it Alby, she's just arrived”

“Okay, I understand you” Alby agrees.

___

It was already evening, but the lights of the bonfire and torches illuminated the place as shouts and celebrations were heard from the boys. Y/n decided to stay close to Minho not only so that she could exert psychological pressure on his decision, but also because so far Minho was the only alpha she respected enough to trust.

She was sitting on the floor while Minho stood next to her in small talk with Ben. Y/n was silently observing the dynamic between the groups when something caught her eye.

“What are they doing?”

Minho turned his attention away from the conversation with Ben to see what Y/n was referring to. “It's a kind of game, the aim is to get the other person out of the circle. Gally usually wins.”

“Did he beat you?” She asks with curiosity.

“I've never taken part, it's not something I'm interested in” Minho explains.

Y/n watches another alpha being thrown out of the circle and gets up, walking towards him, thinking it would be the perfect opportunity to show herself. She holds out her hand to him, he looks a little confused, but still takes her hand and she helps him up.

“It's my turn,” she says, turning to Gally.

Everyone is shocked, but Gally doesn't want to make himself look weak by refusing the challenge of an omega and accepts.

Y/n and Gally position themselves in the middle of the circle as the crowd gathers around them.

The game begins and Y/n is quick to dodge all of Gally's inverts, which only serves to irritate him more and more. Every time she dodges a chorus of “Wow”s is heard in the crowd.

“All you do is dodge! Don't you know how to fight back or what?” Gally shouts.

Y/n smiles, destabilizing Gally and making him rush in to punch her. With her forearm she deflects the direction of Gally's fist, grabbing it with both hands she uses his speed to throw him forward.

Everyone is wide-eyed, Gally is lying on the ground outside the circle while Y/n remains victorious inside. After a few moments of silence, applause and celebrations erupt from the crowd.

Y/n looks for Minho among the others and smiles when she sees him applauding. She runs up to him, stopping right in front of him with her eyes fixed on his and her breath panting.

“Well?” She asks.

Minho nods with a smile “You're a runner”.

A new chorus of celebrations is heard, but this time Y/n joins in, impulsively she hugs Minho who after a moment returns the embrace. As quickly as she came, she walked away and joined the others in the celebration while Minho stood there.

Both that night and the next, the sensation of Y/n's warmth in his arms took away Minho's sleep and he cursed himself internally for having fallen in just one day for the omega.

___

“Is this the labyrinth?” Y/n asks as he looks at the model on the day he remembered its name.

“Not all of it, it changes every night, but we think we know how many patterns there are and we've almost finished mapping the inner ring” Minho explains.

“So when do I start?”

“Tomorrow you come with me, but don't leave my side. In the meantime I want you to decorate the map”

“Okay” Y/n smiles and focuses his gaze on the map.

Minho smiles back and quickly leaves the hut, putting his hand to his chest he can feel his heart racing.

Y/n watches Minho leave and bites his lip. That alpha was beyond interesting.

___

Three months pass, each time a new greenie is brought in by the box, but always a boy, another alpha. Little by little, the other alphas began to respect Y/n and she was integrated into the group. She and Gally develop a kind of competitive sibling relationship, constantly competing over small things and arguing with each other. Her relationship with Minho, however, was different, there was something more than friendship and it seemed that everyone could see it except them.

Minho was possessive of Y/n and his feeling of protection was different from what the others had for her, whenever a greenie arrived Minho was the first to make it clear that he shouldn't bother Y/n and if he tried Minho wouldn't hesitate to put him in his place.

The others would have meddled in Minho's unofficial claim to Y/n if they couldn't see that Omega wanted him as much as he wanted her. Although the group had left the situation quiet for the two of them to sort out, it was frustrating for many that Minho had literally the only omega in the clearing in love with him and did nothing about it.

However, the passing of the months didn't just bring new greenie , for Y/n every month that passed was a month that brought her closer to her rut and every month she could feel herself becoming more desperate for the alpha.

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“I don't think this is a good idea,” says Gally.

“You owe me one and you said you'd help me” Y/n argues.

“Y/n Minho will kill me if-”

“If he really likes me”

“You're the only omega here, you can have any alpha, just walk up to one and ask”

“So you'd stay with me?”

“Okay, I'm the exception”

“What's stopping Minho from also being an exception?”

“Well I don't know maybe the fact that he puts his scent on you constantly without you realizing it?”

“He doesn't do that” Y/n blushes.

“You reek of him” Gally declares simply before leaving the cabin.

___

Y/n stands on her tiptoes so that she can whisper in Gally's ear, “Is he looking?”

Gally swallows dryly, unconsciously squeezing Y/n's waist tighter as she presses their bodies even closer together. “If looks could kill, I'd be dead and buried.”

“Good” Y/n says smiling at Gally who, unlike her, was regretting her decision to help more each second.

Y/n rests her forehead on Gally's shoulder as they both dance for a while by the fire. Gally tries to ignore the gazes of the other alphas on them, it was obvious that this would be the case. Everyone knew that Minho and Y/n liked each other, so of course her and Gally dancing together instead of fighting was something no one expected.

On the other hand, as time passed and Minho remained still, Y/n could feel the humiliation more and more. It was so stupid of her to think that he reciprocated her feelings, she shouldn't have trusted what others said.

“Gally” Y/n whispers, snapping the alpha out of his trance. Suddenly Gally feels tears on his shoulder and is alarmed “You were right, this was a bad idea”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He can feel her nodding positively on his shoulder.

When Minho sees Y/n leave the party with Gally, something inside him just snaps, but even though everyone is waiting for his reaction, he remains quiet. Y/n was the one who had to choose who she wanted by her side and he had no right to interfere.

___

Back in his hut, Y/n cries and Gally feels bad that the plan didn't work out. It was stupid from the start to try to make Minho jealous, but he would rather have been punched in the nose and had this problem finally solved than have her like this.

Watching her sob, Gally thinks that maybe he'd better keep an eye on her for today.

___

“Minho! Minho” Gally shouts in a whisper in an attempt to wake only Minho.

Minho wakes up and a scowl immediately adorns his face when he sees Gally. He gets up from his hammock and starts walking away from the other alpha before the latter grabs his arm to stop him. Y/n might have had the right to choose but Gally was his friend, he should have known about his feelings for the omega.

“Minho, we don't have time, it's Y/n!”

Minho looks at Gally with obvious concern “What happened?”

“She's going into heat.”

“Wha-” Minho stops himself and frees himself from Gally's grip ”What are you calling me for? You take care of it,” he replies coldly, walking away and ignoring his inner alpha's outrage at his words.

Gally rushes after Minho in exasperation “Right, so it's okay if another alpha helps her during the heat?”

Minho immediately turns around, grabbing Gally by the collar and growling. When he realizes what he's done and goes to let go, Gally speaks again “We all know you're each other's alpha. Yesterday she just wanted to make you jealous so that you'd take an attitude. She asked me to call you”.

Minho looks at Gally in an attempt to gauge the truth of what he has said, but when he finds no trace of a lie, he lets go of him and starts running in the direction of Y/n's hut.

“My shoulders even feel lighter,” Gally says to himself, sighing as he massages his own shoulders.

___

“You're not so strong now, are you? Just a helpless little omega”

“Let me go!” Minho hears Y/n shout as he approaches her hut making him run.

“I have to thank Gally, I was afraid of what Minho might do, but after seeing him meek while you danced with someone else right in front of him I realized that you're happy with anyone, aren't you? And he doesn't mind, so it's okay if I just-”

When Minho enters he sees the greenie, Justin, pinning Y/n to the bed. In a second Minho knocks the alpha to the floor with one punch and stands over him punching him non-stop, he screams for help, but Minho's ears are deaf and all he sees is red until-

“Minho” Y/n's crying voice calls out.

Minho immediately stops and looks at Y/n who is trying to cover herself with red, tear-filled eyes, he notices that her shirt is torn and immediately runs to her.

Justin takes advantage and runs out of the hut, but at the moment all Minho could worry about was Y/n.

“Y/n!” Minho exclaims. Without thinking about it, he takes off his shirt and puts it over her shoulders before hugging her protectively.

The omega cries as Minho whispers “It's okay, I'm here”.

Y/n absorbs the alpha's warmth, the beating of his heart and the comforting grip of his arms calming her.

“Alpha” Y/n whispers as she places her nose over Minho's scent gland.

Minho wrinkles his nose realizing that the bastard's scent lingers in it. Carefully he begins to rub the gland on her neck with his nose working with his wrists to cover Y/n in his scent and eliminate any trace of the other alpha's scent.

When he's finished Minho lies down pulling Y/n with him into a more comforting position. For a while only their breathing can be heard. Minho lovingly strokes Y/n's hair until she surprises him by getting up.

Y/n is quick to get up and mount Minho, dazed he puts his hands on her waist and tries to steady her. She remains like this for a while, mounted on Minho with her hands on his bare chest and her head lowered so that her expression is hidden.

Minho breathed heavily, trying to control his alpha impulses, which were getting worse with every breath of the scent of the omega he was head over heels in heat for.

“Y/n-”

“It's a lie!” Y/n states as hot tears fall down Minho's chest.

“It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie!” she says shaking her head furiously and burying herself in Minho's chest. “I-I'm not satisfied with just anyone”

“Y/n I know that-” Minho begins, smiling reassuringly, but is interrupted.

“I only want you. You're the one I want. I asked Gally to help me try to make you jealous.”

At this point Minho feels like an idiot for not having listened to what Newt was telling him and falling for Gally's act.

Keeping her pressed to his chest Minho sits up before holding her chin and making her look at him. “You already have me and I already have you, ever since I caught you when you jumped out of that tree and asked me to do it on your first day,” he says before closing the distance between them with a kiss.

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contents: omegaverse, dominant!minho x submissive!reader, possesive!minho, scenting, biting, kissing, tongue kissing, swearing, cock touching, growling, neck nuzzling

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summary: minho has to leave for work, but he’s stopped when he feels the sudden urge to mark you, his husband.

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"hey, baby. I gotta run," minho murmured, taking his briefcase and bending in to give you a quick but heartfelt kiss on the cheek.

“meeting with a new client at 9am. can’t be late.”

you, still sipping your morning tea, glanced up at minho, your eyes still groggy.

“mm-hmm, okay. have a good day, love.”

minho turned to leave, but something about the way, your hair looked messy and your eyes were still puffy from sleep caught his attention. an intense yearning and possessiveness suddenly overcame him.

he put down his briefcase and turned to fix his gaze on your neck.

“hold on, baby,” minho said, his voice low and husky.

“i need a minute.”

you raised an eyebrow, but minho was already closing in.

minho gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to the side and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

your eyes fluttered closed as minho took a deep breath, his alpha senses were on high alert.

“fuck… you smell so good, baby,” minho whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

your hands instinctively went to minho’s hips, pulling him closer.

“you’re gonna be late,” you whispered back, your voice laced with arousment.

“i don’t care,” minho growled, nuzzling deeper into your neck.

he inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of sleep, tea, and honey.

his alpha instincts went into overdrive, and he could feel his cock stirring in his slacks.

you let out a soft moan as minho’s tongue traced the curve of your neck.

“minho… you’re being so extra…”

“i’m just showing my baby some love,” minho replied, his voice muffled against your skin.

he sucked gently on the sensitive skin, making your eyes roll back.

“minho… stop… you’re going to make me-”

your words trailed off as minho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

“stop?” he repeated, his voice nothing but a soft purr.

“i’m not stopping, baby,” minho whispered.

minho’s desire for you was all-consuming, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his beloved mate.

“just one bite, baby, come on.”

“i need to mark you again. make sure you’re carrying my scent all day. make sure everyone knows you’re taken.”

minho’s hands dove deeper, his fingers brushing against your hardened cock.

“see, you’re so responsive. baby. i’ll be quick. i promise.”

the air in the kitchen was quickly filling with the combined aroma of your bond.

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with a growl of possessiveness, minho backed you against the kitchen’s island, his gaze never leaving yours.

your submissive nature had caused you to melt under minho’s touch, your body relaxing in surrender. you tilted your head to the side, completely baring you neck for minho.

it was an invitation, a silent plea for minho to carry on.

minho growled in approval, leaning back in and letting his fangs graze the sensitive skin of your neck.

“mine.”

minho smiled, his fangs elongating as his eyes glowed with a primal need.

he bit down on your neck, his fangs breaking the skin as he injected his venom into your bloodstream.

you cried out, your body arching off the kitchen island, as you felt minho’s burning mark into your skin.

minho inhaled deeply. your scent was changing, increasing, and becoming even sweeter. he was reveling in the knowledge that he was the cause.

with another growl of satisfaction, he pulled back, knowing that his marking was complete.

you whimpered at the loss of contact, your neck throbbing where minho had bitten you.

minho’s eyes softened as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.

you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around minho’s neck as you deepened the kiss.

minho slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting your tongues dance together.

he had taken his hands out of your pajamas, and they were now roaming around your body.

the kiss went on until minho pulled back.

you didn't have it in you to break the kiss; in fact, if it went on for hours, you wouldn't have complained.

“fuck, i gotta go,” minho said, adjusting his suit jacket that had become slightly disheveled during your little marking session.

“but tonight, we’re finishing this, baby. i promise.”

you smiled, still a bit dazed as you tried to gain your composure, finally coming off the kitchen’s island.

“you better… you know, this counts as edging.”

minho grabbed his briefcase, but not before giving you another quick peck on the lips.

“have i ever let you down before, baby?”

he smirked, finally heading towards the door, leaving you with his scent and his mark.

"i love you, baby,” he called out.

"love you too.”

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Pack Mentality: Chapter One

Chapter Summary: You're working at your dad's hobby shop when you run into Seungmin, a beta with the protective nature of an alpha. He calls in his pack alpha, and they have to use some... unconventional methods to convince your dad to let you leave

Warnings (These are IMPORTANT!!): Verbal, emotional, and physical abuse at the hands of a family member / threats of violence (not acted upon) / prejudice against omegas / reader is treated like an object

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There’s a hole-in-the-wall hobby shop that Seungmin wanted to visit. One of his friends from JYP told him about it, and the shop has figures for a show that he and Jeongin enjoy together. Since they were on a short break, Seungmin utilized the day off to walk down to the shop. It was surprisingly close to the dorms. It was odd that he hadn’t found it sooner.

The hobby shop was longer than it was wide. It was packed with comics, figures, board and video games, and other miscellaneous nerd shit (/pos). A tiny office sat behind the front counter, and you were currently standing by the door. Your dad owned the hobby shop and he had you work there most days. When he called you into the office, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Nothing good ever happened in that office.

“You know why I called you in here?” Venom hid just below the surface of your dad’s question. There was no right answer here. If you said no, he’d berate you for being so air-headed that you couldn’t recognize your mistake. If you said yes, he’d punish you for ignoring your mistake instead of telling him immediately. 

“No, sir.” You decided the verbal lashing would be easier to take than the physical. He scowled at you.

“You fucked up the comic order, you dumb bitch!” You flinched at the sudden increase in his voice. Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Do you even know what you fucked up?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He scoffed and shoved a piece of paper into your hands. You scanned the numbers, scrunching your eyebrows when you couldn’t find a mistake.

“You ordered the wrong volumes of Geiger.” 

“I ordered volumes 1 and 2, like the list said.” You were beyond confused. The order list was meticulous, you never messed up an order. 

“You ordered Geiger 1 and 2. You were supposed to order Geiger: Ground Zero 1 and 2.” His tone was turning impatient, dangerous. “We already have the ones you ordered!” He snatched the order summary from your hands. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, the order list only said Geiger. It didn’t specify Ground Zero.” 

“So you’re trying to blame your fuck up on me?” He slammed the paper into his desk. It took every ounce of willpower you had to keep yourself from hiding behind the door frame. “I shouldn’t have to specify that it’s Ground Zero. If you had used your fucking brain you would have figured out that we already have 1 and 2 of the original series. The obvious fucking answer would be to order the other first and second volumes in the series!”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Your voice was shakier than you wanted it to be. Weakness only makes it worse.

“Yea, sure it won’t,” he scoffed. “I should have never trusted an omega to handle such an important task.” Traitorous tears escaped as your breathing increased. “God, go calm yourself down. Your sad omega stink is gonna drive away customers.”

“Yes, sir.” You turned to leave the stifling walls of the office. A rough hand gripped your bicep, pulling you back into the room.

“Do not let any customers see or smell you, understand?” He squeezed your arm harder. There were definitely going to be finger-shaped bruises there later. “Understand?” You nodded rapidly. He released your arm with a shove and you immediately rushed to the gaming room at the back of the store.

Seungmin stood among the shelves lining one side of the shop, unaware of the conversation going on in the office. He was browsing through the many figurines when you hurried past him with your head down. The overwhelming smell of utter fear hit Seungmin like a brick. His head snapped up but you were already disappearing into the gaming room.

Normally, Seungmin and his beta had a very understanding relationship. The beta stayed relatively quiet, really only piping up during important matters. He had never heard his beta shouting at him like it was at this moment.

Omega! Packmate! She’s crying, why is she crying? Who hurt her?! The beta’s voice bounced around his skull. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the beta’s words were fully processed in his mind. He quickly unlocked his phone, clicking on Chan’s contact. He needed to know, he needed to be here. Seungmin was worried he wouldn’t be able to calm you down on his own.

“Seungmin? Is everything alright?” Chan answered after two rings. An actual phone call from the beta usually didn’t bode well.

“I have good news and bad news. The good news: I found our last packmate.”

“What?! That’s amazing! What’s their name? What’s their presentation? What-”

“Chan. I haven’t spoken with her yet. I didn’t even get a look at her face. She rushed past me in tears and all I could smell on her was fear,” Seungmin interrupted Chan’s excited questions. He felt a little bad for cutting off his pack alpha, but this was urgent.

“She’s what? Why is she crying?” 

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out. You need to get down here while I go talk to her. She was practically hyperventilating and I’m worried about her passing out.” Seungmin hung up after receiving an affirmative from Chan. He shared his location before moving to the back of the store. 

The gaming room was just another small office outfitted with a TV, bean bag chairs, and a small table for RPGs. You huddled under the table, clutching your mom’s hoodie to your chest in a pathetic attempt to nest. A soft knock forced you out of your thoughts. Before you could answer, the door opened and a young man with short, dark hair peeped in. 

“Oh, did you want to use the room? I’ll leave.” You really, really didn’t want to go back out to the shop, but you couldn’t let a customer see you in your distressed state. 

“No, no, you don’t have to move if you don’t want to. I actually came in here to see if you were okay?” His forehead was creased in concern. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Not to be rude, but I can tell you’re lying. You’ve been crying.” He moved into the room to crouch in front of the table. “Can I sit?” At your nod, he sat criss-cross in front of your cowering form. You had your back pressed into the wall, in a fetal position. It honestly broke his heart.

“I’m sorry, you’re a customer. You shouldn’t have to worry about me,” you whimpered. You hated how your voice cracked. You hated that you were worrying this boy with your problems. 

“Customer or not, I don’t ignore people when they’re this upset.” His kind eyes and words warmed your heart. “I’m Seungmin, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“You’re still breathing really heavily. Do you want me to walk you through some breathing exercises?” You hesitated for a second, eyes flicking to the now open door. Seungmin hummed and quickly shut the door, then returned to his place in front of you. “Ready?” You nodded. Seungmin patiently helped you calm your breathing.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked, now a bit calmer. Your scent was still tinged with fear, but its usual sweetness was slowly returning. The lavender and peppermint made Seungmin dizzy, it was so intoxicating. He kept his composure for your sake. He didn’t want to scare you more, but the truth would be better in the long run.

“I don’t want to freak you out, but I think you’re the missing member of my pack.” Your eyes widened and you kept the bottom half of your face hidden behind the hoodie. “You probably can’t tell since you’re congested.”

“Can you hand me the tissues from the bookshelf behind you? I want to confirm for myself before I get too excited.” Seungmin nodded and reached up to grab the box. His shirt lifted with his arm, showing a sliver of skin. Your eyes were glued to it. He set the tissues in front of you so you could blow your nose. Several tissues and a lot of sniffling later, your sense of smell returned. The scent of cedarwood and lemon surrounded you. It was calming, and you knew in your gut that Seungmin was telling the truth.

“Finally caught my scent, huh?” Seungmin teased when your nostrils flared. He could finally see your whole face. Him and his beta had the same thought: cute. A light pink dusted your cheeks. 

“I did call my pack alpha before I came in here. I asked him to meet me here. Do you want to wait to explain what happened? So you don’t have to say it all twice.” You nodded again. You were nervous about being near a strange alpha, but if Seungmin trusted him, you did too.

“Can… Can I hold your hand?” You asked timidly. Seungmin smiled and scooted closer to lace his fingers with yours. He leaned against the leg of the table so you could stay under it. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence until his phone rang. 

“Hey, you here? Yeah. Yeah I’m still with her. Back of the store, there’s a door on the left side of a short hallway. Okay, see you in a second.” You listened to one side of the conversation, getting the gist of it. Seungmin’s pack alpha was here, and he was headed to the room you were hiding in. The door opened and another dark haired man stepped in before shutting it behind him. Seungmin gestured to you. The new person probably couldn’t see you under the table. He crouched down and his heart absolutely shattered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed when he saw your hunched figure and tear stained face. He sat next to Seungmin.

“Chan, this is Y/N.” Seungmin ran his thumb across your knuckles to reassure you that you were safe. The alpha smelled of mahogany and amber. Normally, any alpha’s scent puts you on edge, but his was strangely relaxing. There was something slightly different about his scent that you couldn’t put your finger on. It was like Seungmin’s with something extra added in.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. Although I wish it was under better circumstances.” He kept his voice low, as if he was afraid to break the heavy silence. “Can you tell me what happened?” You inhaled sharply and squeezed Seungmin’s hand. 

“Take your time, we know you’re nervous,” Seungmin gently reassured you. 

“You don’t have to, but do you want a hug?” Chan tilted his head and opened up his arms. You thought about it for a second, but you couldn’t resist his scent. You crawled over to the alpha, allowing him to pull you to his chest. You sat between his outstretched legs, your own laid on Seungmin’s lap. The room once again fell to silence so you could gather your thoughts. Gentle hands traced patterns along your back and legs. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled after a minute of listening to Chan’s breathing and heartbeat. You kept your eyes fixed on your fingers. You picked at the skin around your nails. 

“What are you apologizing for, love?” You tucked your chin closer to your chest, almost afraid to answer the alpha’s question. You couldn’t help it. All the alphas you’ve ever encountered got angry when you answered wrong in their eyes.

“Cus your last packmate is a useless omega. I’m sorry that you’ll have to put up with me.” Both boys’ eyes widened at your words. 

“You’re not useless, Y/N. Who said that to you?” You refused to meet Seungmin’s gaze.

“Please tell us what’s going on,” Chan added. You picked at your skin harder. How were you supposed to burden them with your issues? Chan used one hand to stop your anxious habit. The other cupped your cheek, pulling you so you faced him. Your eyes stayed locked on his hoodie strings. “Look at me, please, Y/N. I want to help you.”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t push my problems onto other people.”

“Omega, look at me.” He didn’t like pulling the subgender card, but it was the only thing he could think of to get through to you. You reluctantly made eye contact, fresh tears gathering on your lash line. Chan’s thumb brushed over your cheekbone, breaking down the last of your resolve.

“My dad.”

“Your dad did this to you? Has he done this before?” Seungmin asked. You nodded weakly. Chan tensed, taking a deep breath to keep his composure.

“What kind of things has your dad said to you?” 

“You’re a worthless excuse for a daughter. If I’d known you’d turn out to be an omega, I never would’ve agreed to have you. No alpha with any self respect would want to claim you. You’ll be lucky if you can get a beta.” You rattled off as many of the insults your dad has said to you as you could remember. Chan felt his blood boiling with every word. He looked to Seungmin, but the younger beta was seething. 

“When did this start?” Chan asked through gritted teeth. You sat up so your head was no longer on his chest and shrugged.

“Since I presented as an omega. So eight years? I think he wanted me to be an alpha like him,” you sighed. Your life would have been so much easier if you had been an alpha. The shoulder of your cardigan fell, exposing your upper arm. From his angle, Chan couldn’t see what Seungmin could. He zeroed in on the fresh bruises, distinctly shaped like fingers. 

“Are those bruises? Has your dad fucking hit you?” You flinched at Seungmin’s harsh tone. “I’m not angry with you, I promise. I’m angry that your own father could be so cruel to you.”

“Have you tried to move out? Obviously this isn’t your fault, but maybe if you could get some distance…” Chan trailed off. You shook your head. 

“I can’t. He doesn’t pay me to work here, I don’t have any money. He- He said he’d hurt my mom if I tried to leave.”

“Does your mom know about this?” Chan rubbed soothing circles over your wrist’s scent gland. 

“No. My dad is smart. He doesn’t leave marks on the visible parts of my body. If I try to leave, or try to tell mom, he said he’d kill her and sell me to an omega ring.” You admitted quietly. 

“What about the police?” 

“Dad has friends on the force. They’d dismiss my report without even looking at it.” You sounded so defeated. It made the boys’ hearts drop.

“Jesus fuck,” Seungmin scoffed in disbelief. “Chan, how are we going to get her to the dorms? We can’t just leave her here.”

“I know, I know. Let me think for a second.” Chan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Anxiety creeped into your gut the longer he stayed quiet. 

“You don’t have to do anything. I can handle-”

“Absolutely not. We, I, can’t leave you here with an abusive asshole.” Seungmin left no room for arguments. 

“Right, I have an idea but I hate it,” Chan announced. “You said he was willing to sell you?” He cringed before meeting your gaze. You gaped at the suggestion.

“N-no, I could never ask you to waste your money on me. I don’t even know how much he’d ask for,” you protested. 

“First, it wouldn’t be a waste of my money. It would be a small price to pay to get my omega out of an abusive household.” You perked up slightly when he called you his omega so casually. “Second, the amount doesn’t matter. Our pack all have a very well-paying job.”

“I need to make sure he won’t turn on mom,” you noted. Chan nodded and pulled you both to stand. 

“Stay with Seungmin and let me do the talking. I'll have to sound like a douchey alpha to pull this off,” he instructed. You clung to Seungmin’s arm, steeling yourself for the confrontation. Chan led the two of you to the front of the store. 

“Hey guys, you find everything alright?” Your dad had a polite smile, but you saw the malice hiding in his eyes. “I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.”

“I’d actually like to talk to you about her,” Chan stated. He leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets. Your dad gestured for him to continue. “How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“How much do you want for her? I could use another omega in my pack. Half of us are alphas and there’s only so much the betas can do to help.” Chan sounded shockingly similar to a frat boy. If you hadn’t just spent the last 15 minutes being comforted by him, you’d be pissed. 

Your dad scoffed. “Are you asking to buy my daughter?” 

“Obviously.”

“$500,000.” You squeaked and tried to protest, but Seungmin’s hand squeezing your own stopped you in your tracks. “In cash.”

“Done. Give me ten minutes to hit the bank. I’m leaving my beta here to watch her.” Chan sauntered out the door before your dad could say anything else.

“Well, would you look at that? You’re finally useful to me,” your dad sneered. You shrunk into yourself. Seungmin’s jaw twitched as he held his tongue. 

“What are you gonna tell mom?” You couldn’t leave if he wanted to hurt her. Your dad put a finger to his chin in mock deliberation. Without answering you, he pulled out his phone and started a call.

“Hi, honey! Is everything alright? You don’t normally call during the work day,” your mom’s voice echoed through the speaker. Your dad smirked at your expression twisting in anxiety.

“I’ve actually got great news. Y/N has finally decided that she’s ready to move out of the house!” He gloated. “She said she met a friend at school. She wants to move in with her.”

“Oh! That’s a surprise for sure. Sweetheart? Who’s this friend? You know you’re more than welcome to stay home until you’re done with school.”

“Hey mom. My friend’s name is Ji-ah, and I am 100% certain that I want to move in with her,” you easily followed the lie.

“Okay, but please make sure you call and visit! I’m going to have a tough time going back to just me and dad,” your mom quickly requested. 

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later, hun.” Your dad abruptly ended the call. “See? Easy. And now I’ll be able to take Min-Ji on the honeymoon we never got because of you.” An awkward, heavy silence filled the store. It was interrupted by the bell over the door, revealing Chan with a thick bank envelope.

“Here.” He shoved the envelope into your dad’s chest. “I’ll be taking her now.” Your dad hummed, distracted by flicking through the hundred dollar bills. Chan rolled his eyes and led you and Seungmin onto the sidewalk. Chan hung a few feet behind you and Seungmin as the beta pulled you along to their dorm. He quickly unlocked his phone to call Minho, his second in command. 

“Chan? Where did you go? Jisung said you left the studio in a rush.” Minho answered immediately. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry him, but Seungmin needed me. He found our missing packmate and he needed help calming her down,” Chan explained. “Minho, her dad was abusive. She has bruises and she’s incredibly hard on herself.”

“Christ, you got her out though?” 

“Yea, but I had to fucking buy her from her shitty excuse of a father,” Chan scoffed at the ridiculous notion. He heard a deep breath on Minho’s end. 

“What do you need me to do?” Minho’s voice was calm, but Chan could tell that he was holding back his rage.

“Get everyone into their own rooms except for Felix. He’s going to be the first one to meet her. Having another omega close will keep her from panicking.” Chan instructed the younger alpha. “I’ll bring everyone in slowly, so she can adjust and get used to our scents.”

“Alright. I’ll make sure everyone knows what she’s been through. I know I’ll need a few minutes to compose myself, I’m sure I won’t be the only one.”

“Good, thank you, Minho. We’ll be back in like 15 minutes,” Chan said a quick goodbye before hanging up. He sped up so he was walking right behind you and Seungmin. The rest of the walk went by in an anxious silence.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio. 

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched. 

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.” 

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze. 

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!” 

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time. 

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s. 

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry. 

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.” 

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him. 

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.” 

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.” 

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying. 

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down. 

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval. 

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair. 

“Fine.” 

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next. 

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye. 

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact. 

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.” 

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half. 

Nothing significant comes to mind. 

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him. 

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug. 

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.” 

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat. 

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs. 

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back. 

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.” 

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again. 

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.” 

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station. 

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience. 

So why is his stomach still in knots? 

*******

Fuck. 

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down. 

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile. 

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.” 

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do. 

You’re sure he does. 

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan. 

“Have a seat.” 

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway. 

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.” 

Minho’s brow arches a little higher. 

“At eleven PM?” 

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie. 

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door. 

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.” 

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze. 

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now. 

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.” 

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying. 

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment. 

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator. 

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave. 

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing. 

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close. 

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view. 

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him. 

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner. 

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion. 

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone. 

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears. 

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha. 

Fuck. 

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response. 

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button. 

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased. 

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his. 

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-” 

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back. 

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you. 

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs. 

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm. 

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?” 

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds. 

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.” 

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

“That’s not what Changbin said.” 

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his. 

“Fuck Changbin.” 

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?” 

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back. 

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it. 

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening. 

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before. 

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?” 

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach. 

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates. 

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them. 

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale. 

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.” 

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach. 

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.” 

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy. 

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own. 

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you. 

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up. 

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before. 

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.” 

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers. 

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now. 

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?” 

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze. 

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?” 

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.” 

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?” 

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks. 

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy,  I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement. 

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely. 

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping. 

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more. 

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze. 

“Baby. Look at me.” 

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you. 

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now. 

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone. 

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness. 

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.” 

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest. 

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body. 

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now. 

 Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours. 

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.” 

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.” 

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away. 

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.” 

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk. 

“Now, was that so hard?” 

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare. 

“Say it back.”��

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own. 

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.” 

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound. 

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth. 

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue. 

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones. 

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth. 

He arches a brow. 

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.” 

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk. 

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?” 

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own. 

“I think we can make that happen.” 

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces. 

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours. 

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-” 

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now. 

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert. 

“Jeongin?” 

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. 

“Hey, noona.” 

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-” 

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.” 

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him. 

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?” 

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge. 

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-” 

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is. 

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?” 

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?” 

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels. 

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.” 

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room. 

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him. 

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.” 

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.” 

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.” 

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up. 

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.” 

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?” 

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath. 

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you. 

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.” 

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed. 

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction. 

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked. 

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat. 

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want. 

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further. 

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze. 

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?” 

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth. 

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move. 

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?” 

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants. 

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already. 

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head. 

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him. 

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed. 

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.” 

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving. 

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction. 

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it. 

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath. 

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad. 

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?” 

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch. 

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering. 

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder. 

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close. 

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha. 

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already. 

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion. 

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold. 

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already. 

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire. 

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features. 

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.” 

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand. 

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?” 

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication. 

He approaches the bed, and swallows again. 

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-” 

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination. 

“No, I want to.” 

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.” 

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?” 

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan. 

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?” 

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

 I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice. 

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.” 

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth. 

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips. 

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?” 

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue. 

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair. 

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now. 

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his. 

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue. 

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release. 

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath. 

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.” 

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside. 

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan. 

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves. 

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed. 

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms. 

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” 

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes. 

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand. 

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately. 

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind. 

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy. 

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well. 

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe. 

Warm and content. 

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed. 

“Okay, now you.” 

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile. 

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do. 

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest. 

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile. 

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.” 

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips. 

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.” 

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Bang Chan.” 

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished. 

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips. 

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes. 

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.” 

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.” 

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you. 

It’s the one you’ve been looking for. 

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare. 

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.” 

You grin at that. 

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.” 

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Going Dumb~ Chapter 7

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

You were correct about your life becoming more chaotic, that was for sure.

In the short month since you had become stray kids assistant you had been going nonstop. Sometimes you would be with them all together, sometimes only one or a few members as they went to solo schedules. You had been with them to interviews, variety shows, behind the scenes when they filmed skz codes and even in some of their skz talker videos briefly.

Typically editors would blur out the staffs faces but the kids had insisted they leave you in as you were already formally introduced and as long as you didn’t mind they thought it was okay with the mostly positive feedback from fans even going as far as to ask to see more of you in the stray kids content as they had come to enjoy seeing how the members interacted with you even though it was usually for only a short moment.

It took some getting used to but over all it was very exciting and you couldn’t help but enjoy it even though you were still a bit shy around the camera.

Whenever they would tease you playfully you’d tease back, bantering with the members lightly and stay were eating it up and enjoying the dynamic between the nine of you.

It helped that you had begun sharing more of the boys, with their permission of course, on your own personal instagram stories that stays had found and were appreciative of getting more content of the group they loved so much.

Now, it was Christmas Day and you were with them at Gayo Daejeon watching them perform from back stage as you were on standby with other staff for when they finished their performance. You stood against the wall just out of view of the audience but able to watch from afar as the kids performed, absolutely mesmerized by their stage presence. Somewhere towards the end of their second song your face fell as you heard the audio begin to play for another groups song overtop of their own.

The boys looked a mix of furious and confused but it seemed to only fuel them harder as the next song had such an intense energy you didn’t notice a presence next to you that seemed to demand your attention. Your eyes were locked on your boys, as you had affectionately come to know them, until you heard the person beside you clear their throat making you jump as they startled you.

Turning to address whoever it was staring you down so intensely at your side you were met with an individual you had seen interacting countless times with the boys backstage at events earlier in the month. “Oh! Uh, Hi- can I help you?”

The alpha smirked, leaning against the wall beside you. “Maybe- you’re stray kids assistant, yeah? I’ve seen you around them a lot lately.” The tall man gives you a look up and down that causes a light pink to dust your cheeks as you feel yourself fluster easily under his gaze. “That I am. you can call me-“

“Bunny!” You flinch a bit at the loud sound, and suddenly you feel arms wrap around you from behind.

Minho rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at the taller alpha with a smirk as the other looked a bit thrown off and awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck as he moved to stand up straight once again as opposed to the relaxed demeanor he held leaning against the wall. “Leeknow hyung, hi! You guys performance was incredible as always.”

The alpha currently draping himself over you put on a friendly smile and nodded to the other. “Thank you, Yunho. It’s nice to see you again. I see you were getting acquainted with our bunny here.” The taller alpha, Yunho, nodded bashfully as his face heated up. “Yeah I wanted to come and introduce myself on behalf of the rest of Ateez. I’m sure we’ll see more of each other around so it seemed polite to say hi-“

Something told you there was more to his motives for coming to speak with you but his soft puppy like demeanor now caused you to take his word and offer out your hand to him with a bright smile. “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you.” You could feel the arms around you tense slightly as you shook Yunho’s hand, the other blushing even deeper. “Pleasure is all mine, really. Well- I should get going but it was nice to see you again hyung, and nice to meet you Bunny.” And with that he left to rejoin his group where you could see several members teasing him for the interaction they had evidently been watching from afar.

A soft growl rumbling behind you caught your attention and caused you to swat at the alphas hands lightly. “Quit that, he’s your friend. Why are you acting like that?” As he pulled away and saw the frown of disappointment on your face Minho whined, the other members coming up now from where they finished getting their mic packs off and Chan gave the second eldest a look that showed he wasn’t too pleased either. “You shouldn’t have run off like that, Minho. Staff was trying to get your pack off and you completely ignored them. Go back over there so they can help get it off properly.”

At the light scolding from their leader, the alpha whined even more and left with a huff. You sighed, shaking your head as Han followed off after the older alpha and Seungmin came up to your side. “What was all that about…” You huffed, looking to the others with confusion. “I thought you guys were friends with them, why did Min look like he wanted to bite that guys head off?”

The beta scoffed, rolling his eyes as he took the bottle of water you held out to him. “You seriously are so oblivious right? Yunho hyung is clearly interested in you.” Your hands froze where they were now passing a bottle of water to Hyunjin and you most likely would have dropped it if it wasn’t for the alpha grabbing it first. “What?”

Hyunjin laughed, shaking his freshly dyed garnet red hair out of his eyes as he opened his bottle and took a sip. “Oh bunny, you can’t be that oblivious. He was totally eye fucking you.” You looked back over to where ateez were standing and felt your cheeks heat up as you saw the alpha was in fact still watching you from across the room. “Oh- yeah I guess I really didn’t notice…”

That statement caused the beta beside you to relax and take a swig from his water. He looked over his shoulder at where the other puppy idol still watched over you with a longing that set him a bit on edge. Instinctively he wrapped an arm around your waist causing you to look up at him with a soft smile.

The two of you had grown closer, so much so that now those feelings of friendship you had when you were younger didn’t feel so much like a scam. There were many times since becoming their assistant and moving into the dorm full time with the pack that the beta would seek you out for company. You would sit in his or Felix room with them while they gamed, laying on the bed scrolling on your phone as you listened to their loud banter or shouts of victory.

Sometimes if he came back from a particularly difficult lesson or long schedule and was in search of comfort he would lay with his head in your lap on the couch and let you card your fingers through his hair gently as the tv volume was set low as to not cause further damage to his aching head and you would pump out more of your scent to soothe him until he fell asleep like that until someone called for dinner or you gently shook him awake and lead him to his room so he could return to his slumber.

A soft blush covered his cheeks and he looked away though his arm around your waist tightened. You giggled lightly at his shyness and poked his side before handing the last water bottles to Minho and Han as they finally rejoined the group. He took in the sight of the two of you before a teasing smile crossed his features and he gave you a wink along with whispers of thanks for the water.

You nodded, fiddling with the straps of the harnesses Seungmin wore before being lead by the beta towards their area backstage so they could rest before going back out for the rest of the show.

Seungmin managed to get you sat beside him on one of the chairs there, he leaned his head on your shoulder and brought your hand up to place them on his head. You laughed a bit and shook your head, moving your hands and giving his knee a gentle pat. “Sorry Minnie, no pets right now.” You teased, watching a pout form on his lips. “Later- yeah? Can’t mess your hair up when you still have to go back out there.”

Relenting, the beta nodded in understanding yet he kept leaning against you while everyone else relaxed or left to mingle with other idols in the halls.

The rest of the evening went by without issue, though you could still feel Yunho’s gaze on you anytime you happened to cross paths with the other pack. It seemed to keep the boys on edge as not only Minho and Seungmin began clinging to you without a care who was around to see or what cameras were there to pic up their behavior.

At one point you swore you saw Chan off to the side talking with the leader of Ateez Hongjoong, just before he approached the tall dancer and hit the back of his head lightly before scolding him under his breath. The alpha leaders seemed to have a lot in common and it made you giggle lightly as Chan rejoined you at your side and followed where you we’re looking to his fellow leader now getting onto another member, Wooyoung, for teasing Yunho for being scolded by their pack alpha.

You gave the oldest a look, eyebrow raised before he shook his head dismissing any unanswered questions. “Let’s get ready to go home, yeah? It’s been a long day and we still have more schedules coming up.” You nodded in agreement, helping him gather the rest of the pack along with everyone’s belongings and into the cars to take everyone back to the dorms.

The next month was no different than that previous. You were always by their side to help with whatever they needed even if it was something simple like grabbing them a snack during long photoshoots or taking pictures of them before or after a performance for them to post to Instagram or bubble later on.

As January turned to February and they were set to travel once more for a few set schedules, you were all thrown off when the day before you were set to depart Jisung woke up with body aches and cold symptoms starting to show.

“Hannie please try and eat something, yeah? I know you don’t have much appetite right now but it’ll get your energy up.” You tried to reason with the alpha, sitting beside him on the floor in front of the tv. There was a bowl of broth sitting on the coffee table in front of him and one of his favorite dramas on the screen while you held the spoon up in an attempt to get him to eat something so you could give him the medicine prescribed by his doctor earlier that morning when you and Chan had brought him for a check up.

The alpha whined but eventually gave in, eating about half of the bowl before the leader came in to pull you away for a small meeting. You made Han promise to finish the bowl and drink some of his water bottle before you returned to give him his medicine since the instructions said to take on a full stomach.

Sat in Chan’s room you felt a sense of deja vu to the time months ago when you were first asked to be their assistant. “I want you to stay here with Han and make sure he’s taken care of while we go ahead with the schedules.” Chan spoke softly, but his tone was stern. You nodded your head, knowing he and the others wouldn’t be leaving without the two of you if it wasn’t necessary, especially not without Jisung.

“Yeah- I don’t trust him to take his medicine on his own if I’m honest.” You said lightheartedly as you looked behind you at the door as if you could see through it and into the living room where the sick alpha still sat waiting for you to return.

Bangchan nodded with a smile, pulling you in for a hug once you stood from your spot on his bed. “Thank you. I honestly don’t know what we would do without you at this point- you…you’re one of us now.” The words caused your chest to tighten but you didn’t allow yourself to think too deeply into his statement as you nodded and hid your face in his strong chest. “I should be thanking you for helping me so much…with everything.”

Dismissing your thanks he gave the top of your head a quick kiss before shooing you out of the room. “I’m gonna go wrangle up the kids and get them out of here before anyone can catch what Hanji has- we’ll stay in a hotel tonight before flying out tomorrow.”

Laughing, you made your way to leave before he stopped you once more. “Oh and you two will be alone for a while…we all have some free time after our schedules so I’m gonna be going home to see my family and I think everyone else has plans as well.” You nodded in understanding, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll hold down the fort and make sure Han gets better, you can count on me.”

Upon hearing the news of Jisung’s illness as well as both of your absence from the upcoming trip the rest of the members were in different levels of sulking though undoubtedly the most distressed by the lack of your presence was Seungmin and Minho as they worried about not only their members health but how that could affect you while taking care of him.

Oh how right they were to worry.

It had been a little over two weeks when the three youngest members returned to the dorm, pushing the door open and all scrambling in with suitcases in hand. “Hannie!! Bunny!!! We’re hooommmee~~” Felix called out with a giggle as he set his bags down and began searching around for the pair.

Over the course of the last week no one had been able to get a hold of either you or Jisung and it had worried Bangchan enough to ask that whoever arrived home first give him an update, hoping that you hadn’t caught whatever bug it was that Han had.

As Seungmin entered the dorm he couldn’t tell what it was at first but something felt off. The beta began taking off his coat and as he went to hang it up it hit him, looking at where their youngest alpha’s eyes were starting to dilate rapidly while he sniffed at the air. At Jeongin’s reaction the beta also began sniffing at the air, his eyes widening at the intense aroma of freshly ground coffee and candied orange peels filled his senses. “Felix, Jeongin- we have to go.”

The alphas both let out a low growl but Seungmin didn’t seem to care as he began shoving the both of them out the front door while pulling out his phone to make a frantic call to their leader. He almost lost his balance when a loud moan that sounded eerily like you cane from the direction of Jisung’s room and caused the two alphas to almost trample over him to get to the sound.

“Seung? Hello?” Chan’s voice over the phone seemed to snap the two alphas out of whatever spell they seemed to be under if only for a second and Seungmin was quick to push them out into the hall in front of their dorm and slam the door shut before locking the three of them out. “Yeah, Hyung- we have a problem…like- a big problem.” He ignored the pang in his chest as what was happening deep within the form settled into his mind causing an ugly green monster called jealousy to begin crawling its way out from deep inside him.

“A problem how?” The alpha on the other end sounded calm but the three youngest members could tell he was concerned. It was Felix who spoke up as Seungmin continued to push them away from the front door and down to the garage so they could be as far from the scent and sounds coming from the two of you as possible. “Bunny’s in heat.”

It was a few hours later and everyone was gathered at the company in their practice room, some members sat on the couch or on the floor with their backs pressed up against it while listening to Seungmin explain what had happened when they returned home.

Chan started to beat himself up mentally, if only he had been there or had called to check up more while they were all away maybe he would have caught it before and they could have separated you and Jisung before any of this had happened. Minho also seemed to be taking things hard, sitting silently as he rapidly sent text message after text message to both of you in hopes that the younger pack mates were wrong and misunderstood something.

Still, neither you nor Han answered any texts or calls from any of the pack members.

Seungmin was beside himself, choosing to sit with distance between him and the others after he was done explaining what had happened. He felt nauseous, unable to forget the combined smell of the two of you or the sounds of pleasure that rang throughout the dorm as they left. He was also unable to forget how they made his chest clench and his stomach drop, how every fiber of his being screamed for him to barge in and take you for himself and he hated that.

He wasn’t sure where those thoughts or feelings were coming from and it made him sick, hugging his knees to his chest as he curled in on him and shook his head to try and rid himself of the imaginary plaguing him.

Chan’s eyes were on him, silently asking if he was okay and when the younger caught his gaze he shook his head dismissively and gave a weak smile.

The leader sighed, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing. “Okay- so none of us can go back to the dorm for now. It’s unfortunate and I wish we could go in and get Han out as well but it’s probably too late now based on what the maknaes witnessed.” Felix and Jeongin let out whines of embarrassment, not wanting their feral states to be mentioned again.

Just as everyone was trying to come up with a game plan as to what to do with the situation at hand Minho’s phone began ringing and everyone’s attention was suddenly on the buzzing device in the second oldest’s hands. His eyes widened when he recognized Han’s contact name on the screen and frantically he answered, almost dropping the device in his haste. “Han-ah oh thank god we have been worried sick- the maknaes got home early and they said it smelled like an omega in heat and-“ the older alpha was cut off by the younger’s embarrassed chuckles. “Yeah Hyung- about that…”

Silence fell over the room as everyone stared at the phone now placed on speaker. Minho took a deep breath before answering again. “What about that, Han Jisung?” He all but growled, suddenly feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over him. “What happened?”

Suddenly your voice came over the phone, a little hoarse and laced with exhaustion but still loud enough for everyone to hear. “It should be safe for you to come back….pretty sure it’s over now.” There was small traces of embarrassment in your tone but Seungmin shot up at the sound of your voice. “Bunny are you okay?” He called out to you a little panicked before he could think to calm down before he spoke.

You giggled a little at how frantic he sounded, mind still a bit clouded and not fully understanding the weight of the situation in that moment, or not having the energy to be able to care whichever it was. “We’ll um…we’ll explain when everyone is here, yeah? Gotta clean up now if you guys are coming back-“

Everyone just stared at the phone at that before Chan cleared his throat and spoke up. “We will be back in thirty minutes with food, and you have a lot of explaining to do. Open the windows too, will you? Last thing we need is to all walk into a dorm hotboxed with omega heat pheromones.”

Both you and Han spoke words of understanding and quickly hung up to get started cleaning up each other and the dorm for everyone’s arrival back.

Just as Chan had said they arrived back at the dorm about a half hour later with take out in hand to see the two of you sat on the couch so close that your thighs were touching. Han was dressed in a pair of sweats and a loose fitting tshirt while you were wearing a pair of shorts and one of the alpha’s large hoodies, both of your hair was slightly damp showing that you had both showered and there was a slight chill in the air from where the both of you had opened all the windows in an attempt to air out your combined scent from the apartment to not set one of the other alphas off.

The food was sat on the coffee table and the leader gave everyone a look to stave off any questions until after everyone had eaten but especially the two of you. Knowing how heats could be and how none of you were expecting it there was no telling when the last time you had a full meal was in the two weeks they were gone.

It wasn’t until the food was finished and left over put away that Chan set the two of you with a look that told you it was time to spill the details of what exactly happened while the pack was away. “Okay, so you’re mad-“ Han spoke anxiously and you instinctively intertwined your fingers with his and pushed out your scent to calm him down.

“It wasn’t Han’s fault, Chan. Please just hear me out first.” The alpha leader raised an eyebrow at you curiously. “Okay, go on then.” He motioned for you to continue and you took a deep breath. “It started almost a week into you guys all being gone-“

It was late, and you were snuggled up on the couch with the alpha watching whatever drama he was currently invested in as you played with his new fluffy curls absentmindedly. His fever seemed to have broken the day prior and besides a mild stuffy nose his symptoms had disappeared over night.

Still a bit lethargic, you agreed to yet another cuddle session as the two of you had become accustomed to over the course of his cold. It was something you used as a reward to get the alpha to keep up with taking his medicine, and you’re sure it was what helped him recover so quickly.

The smell of fresh coffee grounds had long since seeped into your skin as did the scent of orange blossoms into his own, and as he drifted in and out of sleep laying against your chest on the couch he found himself nuzzling against your body with a little groan as there was still a slight ache in his bones. “Hanji? Feeling okay?” You spoke softly, still carding your fingers through soft brown curls.

Han nodded shortly, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable against you and you let out a laugh. “Careful there you almost elbowed me in the ribcage, Ji.” He looked up with wide, apologetic eyes and you simply gave a kiss to the top of his head as an acceptance of his silent apology.

The days spent alone with him were mostly blissful, besides the few times you had to fight him to eat so he could take his medicine, or struggling to get him into the shower when his fever was too strong and you needed to cool him down under the icy spray clad in nothing but his boxers.

You had grown closer to the alpha and had a way of understanding each other that you didn’t have with the others, even Seungmin or Minho. The timer on your phone went off, signaling it time for his next round of medicine. “Come on, Hanji time to let me up.”

With a pout, he reluctantly moved to let you up. The alpha watched as you got up and made your way to the kitchen to get his medicine and a snack to take it with. Opting to make him some toast with nutella, one of the only things you had been able to get him to stomach, you placed two sliced of bread into the toaster and reached up into the cabinet for the chocolate spread.

As you reached up your back arched slightly and the sight caused something to stir in the alpha, mouth watering slightly and head beginning to cloud over. “Bun-“ he said softly, barely audible so you couldn’t hear him over the soft sounds of the tv and the toaster popping up. You continued on, making his snack before you began pouring the medicine into the little cup provided.

You hadn’t been paying attention, not realizing that the alpha had gotten up and crossed the room, arms caging you in against the counter. You felt his presence and slowly turned around to face him, toast and medicine forgotten on the counter behind you. “Hannie?” His pupils were blown, normally soft brown eyes almost black as he stared down at you with a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You smell so sweet…” he said, leaning down to nose at your scent gland causing you to gasp. “Han Jisung- are you…oh god you’re in-“

With both hands placed flat against his chest you pushed him back, taking him by surprise and causing him to stumble back and come to his senses slightly. “Fuck, I’m sorry Bunny- I need to go.” He stuttered out, moving frantically to his room and slamming the door behind him.

You were left standing in the kitchen, blinking at the space he once stood as you tried to think of what to do. You couldn’t hear anything but the sound of the tv still playing the show you were both watching, but the scent of roast coffee began to fill the dorm so heavily you almost felt dizzy.

While you could still think clearly, you made your way to his room and knocked on the door loud enough you’re sure he could hear. “Go away-“ came the rapper’s voice from deep in the room. “Han, please let me in….I-“ you took a deep breath, nodding to yourself that this was something you wanted to do. “I can help you, if you want…”

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you waited for a response. After a while you felt the door move slightly as if someone were leaning all of their weight against it from the opposite side. “A-Are you sure? That’s….I wouldn’t ask that much of you if you weren’t sure-“ A soft smile fell on your face as the fondness you felt for the alpha rapper warmed your heart and you nodded until you realized he couldn’t see you. “Yes, I’m sure. Let me in, please?”

Without hesitation, the door opened and you were pulled inside with a little yelp of surprise that soon turned into a low moan as you felt Jisung’s lips against your own.

“It didn’t take long for him to trigger my heat once we uh- got started….” The pack all stated at you with varying levels of shock or amusement, though Chan held a blank stare at the two of you as he was deep in thought.

Hyunjin was the one who spoke up next, head tilted to the side as he observed you. “Must’ve been some rut to trigger your heat through your suppressants.”

You looked down at your lap, mumbling something that caused the leader to speak up. “Sorry, don’t think I quite caught that.”

“I haven’t been able to get suppressants since I moved here but I didn’t want to worry you guys with that-“

The leader let out a deep sigh and shook his head, eyes closed tight before looking to where you and Han still sat side by side on the couch. “You should have called me.” You let out a little scoff, turning away from him. “I hate to break it to you, Christopher, but we are grown adults.”

Chan glared, stepping closer as you stood from your spot and met him halfway. “I’m the leader and it’s my job to keep you both safe. What if something went wrong and no one else was here, hm? You weren’t thinking.” You shot him a glare of your own, not believing he was acting like this. “Packs help each other with ruts and heats all the time, it’s not that big of a deal.”

The leader growled, anger bubbling in his chest as he stood impossibly close and you swore his eyes shown red instead of their normal brown. “Yeah well you aren’t pack, are you?” His words stung, causing you to deflate visibly and take a step away from the alpha.

Immediately he regretted his words, his mind scrambling for a way to take them back. “Oh.” Was all you said, the smell of rotten citrus permeating the area and causing Minho to come to your side from where he had been sitting on the other side of the room. “Chan didn’t mean that, Bunny. He’s just upset- right, hyung?” Before the oldest could answer you were shaking your head and backing away towards your room. “No, he’s right. I’m not- I’m not part of your pack.” And with that you retreated into the room and locked yourself inside.

Now it was Han’s turn to get defensive, rising from the couch and stepping up to the leader. “What the actual fuck, Chan?! You always preach at us to keep our temper under control and then you go and pull a stunt like that?” A low growl erupted from the younger alpha’s chest as he gestured wildly. “I get it, we fucked up- there was a better way we could have gone about things but that’s over and done with now but you just have to go and make it all worse huh? Geez give her a fucking break, give us a break! It’s not like we planned this!”

With a glare thrown the leader’s way, Han began storming off after you. Minho went to follow and the younger simply shook his head. “Not now, Min.” With a gentle knock on the door it opened just enough for the alpha to enter before shutting again and the sound of the lock clicking back into place could be heard.

author’s note: well- that happened hehe UUMM pls don’t hate me?? This fic is still Seungmin x Reader I promise but like I said about the last chapter maybe possibly this is starting to become 2Minsung x reader?? Idk if I should change the header or the info or anything up top but I will be adding those tags to future chapters because it’s only gonna get worse (or better lol) from here~ as always I live for feedback pls pls pls let me know your thoughts especially because I have two ways this story can go from here and I’m not 100% sold on either so your feedback on this chapter will help me decide which way I wanna go with this~~

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[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (10)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+ Not intended for MINORS (ITS NSFW)

Summary - Heat with the boys

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Hands slowly ran up from my stomach to my chest, pulling the oversized shirt up with it. These same hands caressed my chest before finishing removing the shirt. Another pair of hands removed the boxers and shorts off at the same time. They quickly returned to my slowly heating skin to massage my thighs. I whined as the heat became more unbearable. "Please remove socks alpha, is too hot.." I asked and quickly my request was taken care of. Now I was laying bare in front of my pack alpha and his second in command. Their eyes eating me up as they caressed the most sensitive parts of me.

I blushed see them stare at my body, their eyes roaming up and down my body. I whine and sat up trying to crawl into Chan's lap. "Alpha please help me, it hurts, need knot." He cooed at me petting my hair before he spoke softly. "Alphas will take care of you sweetie, You must be patient we want to show you our love before we knot and fill you up. Before we leave our mating mark forever adorning your skin." Minho smiled and brought my face to look at him. "First you need to take this shot so you don't get pregnant before you are ready. Every 24 hours we will have to administer the meds like this until your heat is over." I agreed with him and watched as he grabbed the paper bag behind him.

He pulled out a syringe and a bag of needles. Each needle was package separately to keep them as clean as possible. I watched as he used a glove to put one of the needles on the syringe. Then he pulled out the medication and began to transfer it into the syringe. Once he had it done and the air was removed from it, he crawled back over to me. I gave him my thigh as I already knew how this worked. Both the boys gave me astonished looks and chan whispered from behind me. "Honey have you done this before." I nodded. "Sang-jun would do this when he during his rut, he would spike me into a forced heat and then give me the meds as he didn't want a pup yet. They both growled at the notion that I had suffered so much without them.

"Don't think about him anymore alpha's after this heat I'll be all your forever and ever. Now please hurry up and put your knots in me and your marks on me." Slowly my voice went from a straight serious mind to a whiney and whimpering omega again. The two boys smirked again and Minho quickly administered the medication. Once done he picked up the bag and syringe throwing away the needle and placing the rest of it on the counter in the bathroom.

While he was doing this, Chan began to caress my chest again while holding me from behind. I could feel his slowly growing hard on near my butt. So I backed up a bit more to try and grind my ass against him. But he moved back first instead leaning down to kiss around my neck and shoulder. I whined as all my heat hazed mind wanted was to be mated and knotted. But the alphas around me had a different idea. They wanted to show me all of their love before they connect us for life.

As Chan continued to leave small love bites up and down my neck while he massaged my chest. I watched minho return to the room as he locked his hungry lusty eyes with mine. He stalked closer before kneeling down onto the bed and slowly crawled into the nest. Once close enough he pulled me into a deep kiss. His tongue entering my mouth with ease, dominance radiated off of his figure. He pulled away for a few mere seconds before he reattached himself to my collar bone, kissing slowly down my chest. Chan stopped massaging one breast to allow minho to kiss around the nipple. But that lasted a short period of time before he had my nipple between his plump lips, sucking and nibbling it. Euphoria filled my system as both boys showed me how an alpha should really pleasure their omega.

This show of love was nothing like Sang-jun, who would take what he wanted. His pleasure was more important than mine. I don't remember ever experiencing such love, such euphoria and I don't think I would ever be able to get enough. Minho allowed his spare hand to wander around my skin until he was cupping my opposite hip from the breast in his mouth. Suddenly Chans spare hand moved my face to his and he snatched me into a lust-filled kid with him. I felt Minho grind his clothed erection into my crotch forcing a long needing moan from my lips.

Both boys smirked against my skin as I writhed under their hands. Whining for more that they were slowly giving me. My mind was a jumbled hazy mess but as Minho began to strip in front of me, I could feel myself spill out more slick. Once he was undressed, he pulled me out of Chans lap. This allowed the other to begin undressing while he took my attention away. I now laid onto of him but he still had the dominance that he had controlled this whole time. His hands massage my ass as he caught me in another French kiss. I felt one hand leave my ass as he moved his hard on from between us. Now it stood tall leaning against my heat, every now and then he would grind up against my cunt.

I was soon a whining and whimpering mess on top of him, however I soon noticed his untouched glowing skin under me. Now only one thought filled my head, that was to cover him in love bites just as he had done to my chest. I kissed right between his pecks, biting everyone and then. his chest rumbled in a soft moan as I gave him a similar pleasure to what I was feeling. Chan's hand came around and softly pulled me away from leaving my love bites. I whined at this but he quickly tsked me. "No no sweet baby, right now is all about you, showing you what really love feels like. You can please us another time baby." I pouted but agreed, however that pout was quickly faded as I felt his other hand against my cunt.

One finger entering me as he moved back to see my most sentive part bare for him. "Let's get started prepping you for both our knots, Huh pup?" I whined against Minhos chest as Chans fingers began to pump in and out of me, it was quick that had already gotten a second finger inside me. Minho pulled my face to look at him whispering, "I wanna watch how pleased you are while chan opens you up for us." I stayed put staring back at Minho as another finger was added to my cunt, curling and pumping in and out. However suddenly chan's tongue was swirling around while he continued to stretch me out with his fingers.

The pleasure I was feeling was beyond clear comprehension. sure the heat would definitely magnify my pleasure but this was something I would have never experienced before coming to this pack. I was sure after this heat I would never ever want anything more than my pack mates. Even without the soul ties we held, without a mating mark. I would forever be there's and I would hope they would forever be mine had the circumstances been different.

My mind was brought back to earth as I felt the fingers leave my cunt empty, before I could even whine I felt a cock align up to my whole. I looked back to see chan smirking down at me as he slowly began to push himself in. However he allowed for me to get comfortable with each stretch. My heat brain wanted him to just push all in at once but knowing how my pack acred for me, they would never risk hurting me. "Yes alpha please, please move more, 'mega wants all of it please alpha." His slow movements were making my omega restless, wanting nothing more than to be claimed and knotted. Chan growled at me. "We will both have you knotted under us 'mega, be patient." He didn't mean any of this in anger but with how lost in my omegan heat I was, this was the only way he could get through to me.

Once he was fully inserted into me, he began to rock back and forth at a medium pace. Minho scooted himself down to begin sucking and nibbling my nipples again. More pleasure flowing through me as they both used any means necessary to calm the storming heat in my system. I felt chan grab my head, forcing me to look up at a mirror that was against the wall across from us. It had been next to the bathroom door for ages. "Look at that 'mega, watch yourself get fuck and filled by your pack alpha. I want to see your face, do. not. look. away omega. Or I won't knot you tonight." I whined but followed his orders, I would get this knot and mating mark.

His pace began to slowly pick up, until finally he was impossibly pounding in and out of my aching cunt. My body filling quickly with pleasure beyond the gods strength, I knew I was close. However My brain was to succumb to the euphoria to speak coherently. I could feel chan slowly losing his perfect pace, this was enough to know he too was close to blowing.

He growled in my left ear, "Gonna mark you here 'mega. I'm gonna come and tie our souls together for infinite" I felt his cock begins o expand at the base before he finally blew his load deep into my cunt as his knot inflated fully. With this I saw his canines elongate and he bite down around my scent gland. This gave me the final blow to come with him. As I enjoyed the high of my orgasm, I could feel his soul reaching out to mine. Our soul entwining together as almost one. When he detached, I could see his bite mark perfect circle the outside of my scent gland. Perfectly centered on the left side of my neck. I carefully turned around trying my best to hurt neither of us as his knot still stayed stiff. Once I was looking fully at him, I could feel my own canines grow and I latched down onto the space right at the junction between his neck and shoulder. Leaving behind my small yet perfect mate mark as our soul finally fully came together as one.

I smiled at Chan as he gave me a similar loving smile. "As soon as my knot deflates, it's Minho's turn to mate you baby." I glance behind me at Minho who now sat patiently waiting with a shit eating grin.

A minute or two later I was able to detach from chan, and I crawled over to Minho. I was able to climb into his lap already grabbing his red hot cock with my entrance. In seconds I had sat down fully on his cock, moaning at the feeling of being full once again. He picked me up and laid me back down in the nest. Still deep inside he began to pump in and out. Slowly out but slamming back in. Every slam forced a moan from my horse throat. "Please alpha give me more, I wan your knot and mark pwease!" I felt tears fall from my eyes as I begged him.

I got a soft smirk from him as he wiped away my tears. "Okay 'mega no more waiting, I'll knot you up and mate you for life. Then we can go to bedd and the others will come join us soon." I nodded as he began to pick up his pace. Eventually he was pounding in and out of me, both of out breaths were uneven as we looked into each others eyes. Sweat covering both of our skins as we worked to each others high. He pulled me into a deep kiss, making out with me while he continued to pound my cunt into heaven. Soon my high was on the edge again, He too was ready to blow as he began to expand at the base. Just as we locked together, both of us orgasmed hard. Our canines now fully protruding as we both found the perfect spot to claim.

The feeling of our souls sewing together into one while experiencing the euphoric high of our orgasms was beyond a description. I was so lucky to get 6 more times to experience such perfection. We both pulled away from each other, I could see my mark left in a similar place to how I mark chan. A glance to the mirror showed me that Minho had left the exact same mark as Chan just his was surrounding my right scent gland.

I smiled and went back to clean up minhos mark, licking away at the wound so it would heal nicely. I had done the same to chan while we waited for his knot to deflate. Feeling both of them clean up the wound of the mark afterwards was nearly a romantic feeling. It was just soft and full of professing love.

Once minho had fully deflated, I was pulled off of him by Chan. He had put his t-shirt and boxers back on. While minho got his tshirt and boxers. Chan helped me get into a clean pair of boxers and a shirt. He opened a nearby drawer set, apparently he had already prepped the drawers in advance, t-shirts and boxers from all my mates sat inside ready for me to use between the highs of my heat. I could smell that the tshirt was from minho and the boxers from chan. After making each other we were more sensitive to each other, wanting only our scents on each other. So I was given their clothes to wear as a way to keep me smelling like them.

They both pulled me down into the nest. The base of the nest had been switched out by Minho while chan had dressed me. That way I could lay in a clean nest while we rested, instead of slick, sweat, and cum. After laying together for a few minutes I heard the sound of the rest of the pack joining us. I was sandwiched between Minho and Chan, So they all took turns giving me a kiss on the forehead. They all complimented and praised me for how well I handled the two alphas.

Their soft voices quickly lulled me off into a deep sleep as the exhaustion from earlier activities finally kicked in. I finally succumb to the energy loss and fell asleep, happily between all my pack mates.

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[lunearta]

❃ 𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙱𝙾𝚂 - 𝙲𝙰𝙿Í𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙾 1 ❃

» Temática: SKZ híbridos x Oc (Lis) » Género: Poly, fantasía, OMEGAVERSE » Warnings generales: Fluff, smut con historia, angst, tensión sexual, sexo, degradación, dinámica A/B/O explícita, dom/sub, sado, amor, entre otros. » Tipo: Serie. » Palabras: 3.512.

» Masterlist « | Capítulo 2

— A ver si lo he entendido bien. —dijo Lis, cruzándose de piernas—. ¿Me está usted diciendo que el mánager de un grupo de k-pop se ha casado y ha encontrado una manada propia, y que ahora necesitan a un substituto?

Su jefe, un beta nervioso y con unas intenciones de dudosa honestidad, asintió. Lis llevaba tres años en aquella empresa de televisores tan reconocida a nivel mundial... como una secretaria de recepción de mercancías.

— Y que, de entre todos los perfiles habidos y por haber, ¿el mío es el más adecuado? —la chica se cruzó de brazos y puso una mueca—. No me lo trago, señor Haneul. Debe haber algo más.

El hombre en traje suspiró.

— Hiciste cursillos especializados y te preparaste a consciencia buscando una oportunidad...

— Ni siquiera me saqué la universidad. —cortó—. Y los cursos fueron eso... Cursillos. No hay literalmente nada en mi historial que diga "¡Oye! ¡Eres perfecta para el puesto de mánager de uno de los grupos de la cuarta generación!"

Haneul puso las manos encima de la mesa y agachó la cabeza, deliberando si debía o no contar la razón real.

— Mira. —empezó, inseguro—. Tú no tienes nada que ver con los híbridos como nosotros. Tienes veinticuatro años, eres joven y fuerte. Puedes aguantar los instintos que los demás no podemos y controlar mejor una situación... descontrolada, valga la redundancia.

— Es decir, evitar que mis futuros protegidos se tiren a otros idols en época de celo, ¿verdad?

— ¡Exacto! Aunque claro, al ser una gran manada, no existe ese problema real. Tienen la jerarquía bien montada entre ellos. ¿Significa eso que aceptarás?

— Si no acepto, me echaréis de la empresa. —espetó, para sorpresa de su jefe—. Es lo que le hicisteis a mi anterior compañera.

Haneul sonrió mostrando así los dientes amarillos, pero perfectamente alineados.

— El caso de Jihye fue diferente, pero sí. Para que accedas te diré un detalle más: Ellos mismos fueron los que eligieron tu currículum. Sería una lástima tener que decirles que no.

— Ni siquiera me gradué en dirección de empresa. —insistió.

— Pero eres humana.

Puso los ojos en blanco, contrariada. En realidad, no lo era.

Se había volcado toda su vida en pretender lo contrario. Con parches anti olor bajo camisas de cuello alto incluso en verano y supresores médicos, ni siquiera se había tenido que preocupar por el celo. Eso hasta hace un par de ciclos en los que se había dado cuenta de que no podría seguir así mucho más. Los supresores empezaban a fallar, y casi se había desmayado del dolor sola en su casa con el último celo.

¿Por qué tomarse tantas molestias en ocultar su naturaleza? Bueno... todo el mundo tiene sus traumas. Por suerte, contaba con al menos dos meses antes de iniciar el nuevo. En ese período podría encontrar unas nuevas pastillas más eficaces.

— Vale. —sacó un bolígrafo del bolso y lo alzó—. Dame los papeles de la renuncia y los de traslado de empresa.

El hombre dio un par de palmadas en el aire, emocionado, y Lis lo apuntó con la punta del boli, el ceño fruncido y una mueca de disgusto.

— No sé qué suma te habrán prometido por dejarme ir, pero primero, no lo valgo, y segundo, espero que aproveches cada won que te den.

— Créeme. Los aprovecharé bien.

— Más te vale.

— Ah, sí. Otra cosa más. Tu presencia se verá requerida casi las 24 horas. Empieza a empaquetar tus pertenencias cuanto antes.

— ¡¿Perdona?! —revisó el contrato detenidamente, ahora sí.

En una de las cláusulas rezaba: "El contratado o contratada pasará a entera disposición de los clientes o las clientas durante el tiempo que se le asigne, con sus correspondientes días festivos y un sueldo de 20.000.000 de wons a percibir el 28 de cada mes. Dicho contrato podrá ser rescindido si una de las partes incumple con su trabajo."

Sí, estaba protestando por lo del traslado total, pero... Pero... ¿20.000.000 wons? Eso eran 13.709 euros. Eran 14.833 dólares. 245.735 pesos mejicanos. 14.534.043 pesos chilenos. 355.567 pesos cubanos. 12.721.844 pesos argentinos. Suma y sigue.

Tragó saliva. Lentamente. Muy, MUY lentamente. Era una barbaridad cada mes. ¿Cómo se gastaba tanto dinero? ¿Qué tenía que hacer con él? Podría conseguirse una casa propia, podría llegar a tener su cafetería soñada, una con temática de Alicia en el País de las Maravillas. Parecía infantil, ¿verdad?

Se levantó tras firmarlo todo, muy digna, como si la suma de dinero no fuera nada del otro mundo. Ya con la mano en el pomo de la puerta, se giró hacia su ex jefe. Aún había algo que debía preguntar.

— ¿Qué grupo es, por cierto? ¿IVE? ¿NMIXX? Qué se yo... ¿Le Sserafim?

El hombre sacudió la cabeza.

— Ni idea.

A la mañana siguiente, el sonido del despertador le hizo tomar consciencia de la vida. Sí, la vida. Se quedó mirando el techo rosa pálido y desgastado de su minúsculo piso de alquiler, exhausta. No había descansado ni un poco, y eso que, por una vez en su vida, no se había ido a dormir demasiado tarde. Poco antes de las cuatro de la mañana.

— No sé por qué no me muero ya. —dijo para sí misma. Luego se rió ante la ocurrencia y se dio la vuelta, buscando volver a conciliar un sueño que sabía que no iba a recuperar. Pero se estaba tan bien sobre el colchón hecho nido...

El zumbido de la vibración del móvil interrumpió su paz. Esta vez no era una alarma, sino una llamada entrante. Levantó la pantalla y se cegó a sí misma en la oscuridad. Emitió un sonido de dolor, pero deslizó el dedo hacia la izquierda para desbloquearlo.

— Espero que sea importante, porque si no lo es voy a estar MUY enfadada durante todo el día por haber perturbado mi sueño. —murmuró, dramática como solo sabía ser.

Al otro lado se oyó una risa.

— "Siento molestarte, señorita Elise. Te aseguro que nada más lejos de mi intención. Soy Jung Han, el mánager del grupo. Bueno, ex mánager. Llamaba para saber cuándo podría pasarme a buscarte y llevarte a conocer a los chicos."

Lis abrió unos ojos como platos y se incorporó en la cama, despierta del todo. MIERDA. Se había olvidado completamente del asunto. Y encima le había hablado mal a alguien tan importante como...

Un segundo.

— Chicos. —repitió en voz alta.

— "Sí, chicos. Stray Kids. ¿Los conoces? ¿Te habló tu jefe de ellos?"

Los labios de Lis se convirtieron en una fina línea, tensa. Claro que sabía quiénes eran, y ahora sabía que su jefe, pese a haberle dicho miles de veces que no quería tener contacto con ningún hombre, se había callado ese pequeño dato. 

No, jamás podría olvidarse de quienes eran. No cuando su antiguo compañero de clase estaba en él. Oh. Espera. ¿Es por eso que la habían contratado? ¿Se acordaría de ella? La chica se llevó una mano a la frente, retirándose los alborotados cabellos de la cara.

— No, pero... los conozco. Están en todas partes. —mintió.

— "Bien, bien. Entonces, ¿cuándo crees que podrías estar lista? ¿Te parecen bien dos horas? ¿Medio día?"

— Con una es suficiente. —se levantó y fue hacia la cocina, reprimiendo un fuerte bostezo.

— "¿Segura? Hablamos de un traslado completo, tendrás muchas cosas que recoger."

Con el manos libres activado, vertió el contenido del café de un sobrecito en una taza con leche y removió perezosamente.

— Para nada. Todo lo que tengo me cabe en dos maletas. Desde que me fui de casa de mi padre he preferido no tener demasiadas cosas materiales... —¿Por qué le estaba dando información adicional a alguien a quien no conocía de nada? —. Perdón, estoy divagando.

— "No hay nada que perdonar. Entonces estaré allí a las once y media. Ah, y Lis... Gracias de antemano."

Antes de que lograra preguntarle a qué se debía ese agradecimiento, la llamada se cortó. Se sentó en el sillón del centro del goshiwon y se quedó mirando a la nada, pensativa.

¿Qué hace un mánager?

Una hora más tarde y puntual como un reloj, un precioso Hyundai Palidase 2020 la esperaba en la entrada de su casa. Era negro y grande, con las ventanas tintadas a fin de que no se viera nada del interior.

Solo había tardado media hora en hacer las maletas, y por supuesto, en asearse y renovarse los parches anti feromonas. Había dudado en si debía o no maquillarse y pese a que le hubiera gustado ir natural, el espejo le devolvió una imagen fea y demacrada de sí misma. Bueno, lo usual en realidad. Aún se preguntaba por qué seguía intentando verse guapa cuando no lo era. De igual forma, se dibujó una fina línea con el delineador, lo suficiente como para sentirse algo mejor.

Dios, cómo desearía ser normal y sin ningún tipo de problema de licantropía.

La ventanilla del conductor bajó y un hombre de aspecto risueño le dedicó una de las mejores sonrisas que había visto en su vida. No era guapo, —no su estilo—, pero poseía un aire afable que ablandaría el corazón de cualquiera en una jerarquía. Y eso que "apestaba" a alfa.

— Soy Jung Han. —se presentó—. Tu debes de ser Elise. Es un verdadero placer conocerte.

— Prefiero Lis. Es menos caótico para que otros lo pronuncien. —le devolvió la sonrisa porque, ¿qué otra cosa podía hacer cuando la estaban tratando con tanto respeto? —. Encantada.

El ex mánager señaló el asiento del copiloto.

— Sube, hablemos por el camino.

No se hizo de rogar. Tras cargar las dos maletas en el maletero, —Jung Han era enorme, como un oso gigante—, se subieron e iniciaron la marcha hacia su destino. El hombre se pasó la media hora que duró el viaje preguntándole si estaba cómoda. A la cuarta vez, Lis suspiró y lo miró de frente.

— ¿Por qué?

— ¿Hm?

— ¿Por qué tanto interés en que esté bien? Es más... ¿quién tiene tanto interés en mi bienestar?

Jung Han miró hacia adelante y sonrió.

— Hemos llegado. —comentó, evitando el tema.

Frente a ellos se alzaba una imponente casa de cuatro pisos en uno de los barrios más apartados y ricos de Seúl. 

Pensaréis que es una tontería, pero las feromonas de los ocho individuos que rondaban por aquella gigantesca casa eran tan fuertes que los estaba oliendo a través de la puerta de la entrada.

Allí, de pie, sin atreverse a pasar recibió en el brazo un leve empujoncito del ex mánager para sacarla de su ensoñación.

— ¿Te ha entrado miedo o algo? —sonrió, amable—. Son peculiares, pero... creo que acabarás encajando.

Lis giró la cabeza para mirarlo.

— ¿No me había dicho que vivían separados, cuatro y cuatro? —tragó saliva, tratando de que no se le notara en la voz que su loba estaba arañándola desde dentro. Figuradamente hablando.

Jung Han perdió la sonrisa.

— Nunca dije la cantidad. ¿Cómo sabes que hay específicamente ocho ahora mismo?

Mierda. Había hablado de más. Se suponía que era humana y no notaba nada. Para salvarse de la situación, señaló los enormes coches en el porche de la casa y también la cantidad de ventanas por encima de sus cabezas.

— Son Stray Kids. Todo el mundo los conoce. Y supongo que como voy a ser su nueva mánager no habrán pillado actividades. —dijo.

Ah, tenía razón, qué despistado. No había que ser Sherlock Holmes para llegar a esa conclusión.

— Antes sí, vivían separados porque formaban un grupo platónico. Pero desde que consolidaron la manada, no pueden estar separados. Y discuten bastante, ¿sabes? Ya lo verás.

Abrió la puerta por ella y los olores la golpearon con más intensidad que antes. Se notó salivar, y una gota de sudor le bajó por la nuca. Dio gracias a que el pelo le tapaba la piel. El rellano era simple pero grande, y varios zapatos se agolpaban en el desnivel anterior al parqué de color caoba. Una vez descalzados se aproximaron al salón, donde un par de chicos abrazados levantaron la cabeza al escuchar los pasos. Uno de ellos se puso las manos en la boca y gritó:

— ¡YA ESTÁN AQUÍ!

La fuerza de su voz hizo trastabillar a Lis, demasiado acostumbrada al silencio de su goshiwon. ¿Dónde se estaba metiendo? Se oyeron varios pasos arriba y algunos de los integrantes se hicieron ver también. El mayor, que sabía que se llamaba Chan fue el primero en acercarse y extender una mano a modo de saludo. Trató de ignorar el penetrante olor a bergamota y miel que desprendía, sin éxito.

— Bienvenida, es un placer conocerte al fin. Soy Chris. O Chan, como prefieras llamarme. —le dio un apretón suave y la dejó ir—. ¿Eres Eli?

— Lis. —corrigió. No iba a dejar que nadie volviera a ponerle un diminutivo. No lo permitiría.

— Lis, sí, disculpa. Voy a evitar los rodeos: Sabes quienes somos, ¿no?

La chica asintió.

— Más o menos.

Chan fue señalando a los presentes con el dedo.

— El que acaba de gritar es Changbin, el segundo alfa. Con él está Felix, y aquí atrás tenemos a I.N, Lee Know, o Minho y...

— Kim Seungmin. —las palabras se le escaparon como un suspiro, sin poder detenerlas.

Seungmin abrió mucho los ojos y desvió la vista. Hubo un incómodo silencio en el que nadie se atrevió ni a moverse mientras intercambiaban miradas y preguntas silenciosas. I.N carraspeó y dijo:

— ¿Os conocíais?

Lis ladeó la cabeza.

— Éramos amigos en el instituto.

— ¡Por eso tenías tanto interés en contratarla! —exclamó Changbin, cayendo en la cuenta—. ¡No sabes cuántos currículums nos hizo desechar una vez vio tu fotografía!

Seungmin puso los ojos en blanco y chasqueó la lengua, aunque un rubor le cubrió las mejillas.

— Y tenías que abrir esa bocaza de morsa. —le espetó, contrariado.

Changbin se quedó un segundo quieto, y al siguiente Felix lo tuvo que agarrar para que no se abalanzara contra su compañero. Chan sacudió la cabeza, cansado de pronto.

— Lo siento, siempre hacen lo mismo. ¡Bien! Ahora que hemos arrojado un poco de luz sobre el tema... En fin, ya tendremos tiempo de hablar. —le echó un rápido vistazo a Seungmin, uno que significaba "vamos a tener una conversación acerca de los motivos egoístas y personales que te hicieron prescindir del currículum de gente mejor preparada que ella".

Jung Han frunció el ceño.

— Faltan dos. — indicó.

— Jisungie ha empezado el celo. Hace... un par de días, por cierto. —explicó—. Hyunjin está con él.

— ...Comprendo.

La situación estaba más tensa de lo que pensaba. El ex mánager se despidió de todos, deseándoles un buen día y cuando la puerta hizo "clic", Lee Know caminó perezosamente hacia la muchacha, que se puso rígida en el instante en que empezó a olfatearla.

No se movió, no respiró, ni siquiera se atrevió a parpadear mientras ese híbrido de facciones perfectas la escudriñaba de arriba abajo. Se atrevió, eso sí, a percibir disimuladamente su esencia. El olor a menta y hierbabuena casi le desencajó la mandíbula y le nubló los sentidos. Era un beta como ella.

Al poco, el hombre se retiró dejándola con el pulso disparado y la cara roja de vergüenza.

Minho arrugó la nariz y se dio la vuelta.

— No huele. —siseó—. No me gusta.

— Eso ha sido muy grosero. —contestó Lis, cruzándose de brazos.

— No creas. —una preciosa sonrisa iluminó el rostro de Felix, quien se apoyaba en el hombro de Changbin, tranquilo—. Significa que puedes quedarte.

Se giró hacia Minho, quien ya no la miraba y pretendía que ordenar la vajilla del mueble del salón era más interesante que la situación. I.N se aproximó a la muchacha, curioso.

— Con permiso. —dijo, antes de inclinarse también a olfatearle el cuello.

¿Por qué tenían que ser tan condenadamente atractivos? Todos, sin excepción. Si no se hubiera tomado los supresores esa mañana, estaba convencida de que la mezcla de olores le habría provocado el celo a ella también. El chico que tenía delante desprendía un aroma a canela con un punto especiado. Tuvo que frenarse para no rascarse la nariz por las cosquillas.

— Sí que huele, Minho. —le dijo al mayor—. Es muy leve, pero los humanos suelen tener esta clase de olor.

— Al menos tú has pedido mi consentimiento. —Lis resopló—. Creía que los híbridos tenían más respeto por las otras razas y sus costumbres, pero no se aplica a todos, por desgracia.

Changbin emitió una risa, se puso una mano en la oreja y fingió tener un micro en la otra.

— "Aquí Seo Changbin, retransmitiendo en directo. En efecto, el golpe de ese comentario se ha escuchado en todo Seúl, parte de Busán y en el sudeste asiático, y ha hecho que el anticiclón que acababa de aterrizar en Normandía se tornara una depresión con intensos vientos procedentes del sur..."

Felix le dio un golpecito en el hombro.

— Eres un payaso. —lo insultó.

Minho se dio la vuelta con cara de pocos amigos. Alguien más se estaba ganando un viaje gratis al interior dela freidora. Le importaba bien poco encararse contra un alfa, no era la primera vez ni sería la última.

El chico de pelo rubio, Felix, saltó del sofá y también le dio un apretón de manos.

Vainilla, dijo su loba automáticamente, Y almendras.

— No olvidemos las viejas costumbres. Siento mucho que no podamos estar todos para recibirte, pero... Bueno, no sé cómo de familiarizada estarás con el tema del celo.

Más de lo que crees, quiso decirle.

— Sé algunas cosas. —alzó la cabeza hacia Seungmin, esperando que mantuviera la boca cerrada como había hecho hasta ahora. Se topó con unos ojos castaños y una expresión indescifrable, aunque había algo más que no lograba distinguir—. Un compañero de hace tiempo me explicó el funcionamiento y la jerarquía. —mintió.

— Genial, entonces no hay mucho más. Tu habitación está arriba, en el ático. No hay ascensor, pero seguramente alguien muy amable te ayudará con el equipaje. —contempló a Chan, que carraspeó.

— Sí, claro. —se hizo con el asa de las dos maletas. Diablos, era fuerte—. Después de ti.

Lis se apresuró a subir por las escaleras ignorando la mirada de Seungmin, cuyos ojos, por un momento, brillaron en tono aguamarino.

No solo era fuerte, sino rápido. Casi podía oír al líder respirarle en la nuca, presionándola para que siguiera subiendo sin pararse.

Chan, por su parte, trataba de no mirar demasiado. Falló incontables veces. La visión de la parte trasera de la muchacha y cómo movía las piernas al caminar le hacían difícil la tarea de escoltarla a un sitio "seguro". Seguro y lejos de él, y seguro y lejos de todos.

Hembra. Cubrir.

¿Su lobo se había vuelto loco? Qué quería, ¿matarla? Los humanos eran tan frágiles como los gamma, sino más. ¿Por qué tenía pensamientos tan obscenos con una completa desconocida? ¿Se le estaba escapando algo?

Chan, céntrate., se reprendió, Eres el líder por algo.

— Es aquí. —señaló con la cabeza la última puerta del rellano. Lis hizo girar el pomo y ambos entraron.

Era una habitación vacía de tamaño estándar con una cama de matrimonio en el centro. Tenía facilidades como un escritorio y un armario empotrado con puertas de desplazamiento horizontal que no quitaban espacio. El balcón de marco blanco daba a unas vistas hermosas de la ciudad en aquella hora del crepúsculo, haciendo que las paredes caoba se vieran mucho más cálidas. Era un buen sitio.

— Gracias por cederme una habitación, Chris. —comentó, absorta en el exterior—. Es perfecta.

— ¿Sí? Menos mal, temía que no fuera de tu agrado. Jung Han nunca vino a vivir con nosotros así que eres la primera en usarla. Siéntete como en casa. Mañana te pondremos al corriente de tu papel como mánager. Si tienes hambre, hay sobras en la nevera... Aunque también puedes pedir a domicilio.

Una parte de ella se ablandó ante la cándida carga de información que le estaba proporcionando. El líder era el ser más amable que jamás había conocido.

Dirigir a un grupo de híbridos no iba a resultar una tarea tan complicada al parecer, ¿verdad? ------------

» Capítulo 2 «

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Make You Mine.

Smut! Minors dni!!

Omega!Minho x Alpha!Reader

{wolf rankings, just in case you dont know: alpha>beta>gamma=delta>epsilon>zeta>iota>kappa>omega}

Collaboration with @multi-stays !! (they wrote the smut part! ;))

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Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names(good girl, Baby), dirty talk, knotting, making out, French kissing!!

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Minho wasn’t sure what to expect when the teacher announced they’d have a new student joining their class. Honestly, nothing good ever came from those announcements. It was either someone who’d instantly become a teacher’s pet, or someone who’d break the curve on every test. The murmurs among his classmates were just as chaotic as usual:

“Is it an omega?” whispered one girl, clutching her notebook like the mere idea of another omega might shatter her fragile dreams.

“Maybe another Iota?” chimed in a guy from the back.

“Do you think they’ll be hot?” asked another, leaning so far forward in their desk that Minho feared they might actually slide off. Priorities, apparently, were alive and well in this room.

Minho sighed, staring at his notebook and twirling his pen like a bored drummer. Why did everyone always act like this was a game of “Guess the Newbie”? What were they expecting? That the door would burst open and some sparkling creature would walk in, tossing their hair? Reality was far less exciting. It was probably just another Kappa with a questionable sense of humor or an omega with an even more questionable haircut.

The highest rank to ever exist in the building is an epsilon, Seungmin.

But Minho didn’t care. He was far more invested in perfecting the little doodle of a disgruntled cat in the margins of his notebook than in yet another transfer student who’d probably cause a minor riot for a week and then vanish into the gray blur of mediocrity. He’d seen it all before: the hushed whispers, the speculative stares, the over-the-top introductions. It was always the same routine, and frankly, he wasn’t interested.

That was until you walked in.

The moment the door creaked open, it was as if someone had flipped a switch. The shift in the air was immediate, sharp, almost electric. Conversations screeched to a halt mid-sentence. Pencils froze mid-scribble. Even the class’s notorious gum-chewer accidentally swallowed it down.

Minho, still blissfully immersed in giving his cat doodle the perfect grumpy expression, barely registered the collective intake of breath around him. Then it hit him—the scent.

He blinked.

But every step you took radiated an energy that screamed, "Yes, I’m the main character, and yes, you’re all extras."

Your gaze swept the room, scanning the sea of wide-eyed faces, ranging from shock to something bordering on fear, some confused. Maybe this was what you got for walking into a room of alpha-scent-deprived omegas and humans—a cocktail of curiosity, unease, and outright fascination brewing in the air. It wasn’t entirely your fault; the odds of encountering anyone outside the standard rankings here were slim to none.

This place was the catch—a strange little bubble where no other rankings, except for the occasional omega and a handful of kappas, existed for miles. If you were lucky, you might stumble across two or three iotas or epsilon types in the wild, like rare birds someone whispered about but never actually saw. This wasn’t just a school; it was the breach, a shaky middle ground between werewolf instincts and human normalcy.

And here you were, freshly thrust into the mix, a human (used to be) and newly turned, still figuring out what that even meant. Adjusting wasn’t exactly your strong suit, especially with instincts that swung between “protect everyone” and “don’t touch me, I’ll fucking pluck your eyes.” The city was too much—too loud, too crowded, too full of conflicting scents that tangled up in your brain and made every second feel like a fight to breathe.

So you’d come here, to this quiet pocket of nowhere, hoping for something simpler. But the stares around you said this wasn’t going to be simple at all.

But what really made Minho’s pen falter mid-stroke was the scent rolling off you. It wasn’t the typical “oh, I’m new and slightly nervous” smell that transfer students wore like an awkward cologne. No, this was different. This was like a summer storm breaking through a stifling heatwave—sharp, invigorating, and impossible to ignore.

“An alpha,” someone whispered, as if the word itself might summon divine intervention.

Minho slowly looked up, and his eyes met yours. He told himself the clench in his stomach was just hunger. Or indigestion. Or maybe his body’s reaction to realizing that, for once, this might not just be another forgettable week.

“Sit wherever there’s space."

Your gaze settled on the middle row, right before the doodling guy. There, two boys sat next to each other—one, a kappa who looked nonchalantly at his notebook, and the other, an omega. His fluffy brown hair framed his soft features, and he had the kind of face that could light up a room.

Instinct kicked in, and you moved toward them. Every step closer made the omega’s scent more vivid—sweet, with a hint of vanilla.

Stopping beside the kappa, you tilted your head.

“Move,” you said, voice steady but not unkind.

The guy blinked at you, then at the omega beside him, before grabbing his things and relocating without a word. You slid into the seat, your presence filling the space as you set your bag on the floor and leaned slightly toward the omega.

“Hi,” you said with a small smile, voice low but friendly.

His eyes—round, wide, and startled—met yours. His scent spiked, sugary sweetness intensifying as his lips parted slightly. “H-Hi…” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

It took you a second to realize that his cheeks were flushed, his breaths coming faster, pupils blown wide. Then it hit you—the telltale signs of an omega thrown into a sudden rut.

The boy’s fingers gripped the edge of his desk as he looked away, clearly trying to compose himself. “I—I need to go,” he muttered quickly, standing and nearly stumbling as he hurried out of the classroom.

The teacher paused mid-sentence, eyebrows raised, but didn’t stop him. Omegas in rut weren’t uncommon, after all.

Before you could think too much about it, someone sitting behind you leaned forward. “You’ve got some presence,” they whispered.

You turned to see another omega—this one with dark, sharp eyes and a slightly annoyed expression. His scent was more subtle than the first omega’s, but it still carried an unmistakable undercurrent of tension.

“Did you have to pick his seat?” he asked, his tone almost accusatory.

“What do you mean?”

The boy scoffed lightly. “Jisung’s sensitive. You sitting there just flipped his whole system upside down, it’s his first time sensing an alpha, everyone told him it’s so good and he didn’t believe it”

“Is that so?” you mused, a smirk tugging at your lips, noting his name in your head, cute. “And you? Are you about to run out of here too?”

“If you’re going to keep sitting there,” he said, his voice steady but his scent betraying him again, “don’t think you’ll get to me that easily.”

You leaned back in your seat, amused. “What’s your name?”

“Minho,” he said. “And don’t think you’re all that just because you made him run out.”

Your grin widened. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

Minho narrowed his eyes but didn’t respond. From the corner of your eye, you saw him fidgeting slightly, his scent wavering like he was trying not to be affected by you.

Jisung was still nowhere to be seen when the bell rang. Minho stood, grabbing his bag, and paused beside you.

“If you really want to cause chaos, keep sitting there,” he said, lips twitching into a half-smile. “Just don’t be surprised if the rest of the omegas around here can’t handle you.”

You tilted your head, watching him leave.

The next day, the energy in the classroom was electric. Whispers filled the air as students leaned into each other, exchanging glances and hushed remarks. The focus of their chatter? You.

“She’s the only alpha in the whole school,” one girl murmured, her eyes flicking to Jisung, who sat slouched in his seat, face burning red.

“Bet she smelled Jisung’s rut yesterday,” a guy teased, grinning.

“Leave me alone,” Jisung muttered, sinking lower in his chair. His scent spiked slightly, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal, which only made the others laugh harder.

“Relax, Jisung,” another boy said, smirking. “Maybe she likes you. She did choose to sit next to you.”

“Shut up!” Jisung snapped, voice cracking, which only made the teasing worse.

Minho, who sat a behind, clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Would you all stop acting like pups? It’s pathetic,” he said, his sharp tone silencing most of the group.

But even Minho couldn’t completely hide the tension in his scent, a subtle undercurrent of something heated and restrained.

Before anyone could reply, the door opened, and the room instantly fell silent. Your scent hit them first—a commanding presence that rippled through the air like a shockwave. Omegas and betas alike straightened in their seats, their teasing forgotten as they instinctively lowered their gazes. Even Minho stiffened, his fingers curling slightly around the edge of his desk.

You walked in with the same confidence as the day before, your sharp gaze scanning the room before settling on your seat beside Jisung. You offered him a faint smile as you sat down, and he practically choked on his own breath, fumbling to look anywhere but at you.

The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel it—the way every gaze lingered, every breath hitched. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was instinctual. They couldn’t help it.

A moment later, the teacher walked in—a middle-aged omega woman whose scent was laced with the faintest trace of nerves. She cleared her throat, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. For a brief second, her scent wavered, and you caught it—a mix of apprehension and something else she quickly suppressed.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice a little too tight as she began calling attendance.

When she got to your name, she hesitated, glancing up at you before quickly moving on. It was subtle, but everyone noticed.

By the third day, the classroom dynamics had started to shift. Initially, everyone had been on edge around you, their instincts hyper aware of your alpha presence. But you made an effort to be approachable—smiling at your classmates, helping pick up dropped notebooks, and even laughing at their jokes. Slowly, the tension eased, and people started to warm up to you.

Even Jisung, who had been a nervous wreck at first, now managed to talk to you without tripping over his words. “You’re surprisingly chill for an alpha,” he said one afternoon, offering you a shy grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, raising an eyebrow but grinning back.

“Just…you’re nice,” he said, cheeks tinting pink. “Like, you don’t act like you’re better than everyone.”

“Why would I?” you replied with a shrug. “I mean, sure, I’m an alpha, but that doesn’t make me more important than anyone else.”

Your casual attitude quickly became a topic of conversation. People in the class started to joke about how “cool” you were for an alpha, and some of the braver students—especially the omegas—began to test the limits of your friendliness.

One afternoon, as you were talking to Jisung and Minho, a group of omega girls approached. They giggled among themselves, their scents sugary and playful, as one of them leaned a little too close.

“You smell really good,” she said, her voice soft and sweet.

You blinked at her, caught off guard. “Uh, thanks?”

Another girl chimed in, her tone teasing. “Can we…smell you? Like, just a little? You’re an alpha, after all.”

You hesitated, glancing at Jisung and Minho. Jisung’s face was bright red, his scent spiking with embarrassment, while Minho rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

“Um, sure?” you said, scratching the back of your neck. “If it makes you happy.”

The girls squealed in delight, leaning in closer. One of them brushed her shoulder against yours, while another pretended to adjust your collar, her fingers lingering a little too long. You couldn’t help but laugh nervously, unsure of how to handle the sudden attention.

“Wow,” one of them said dreamily, inhaling deeply. “No wonder everyone’s obsessed with you.”

Minho let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re letting them take advantage of you,” he muttered, loud enough for you to hear.

“They’re just curious,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder at him.

“Curious, my ass,” he shot back, his sharp gaze cutting to the girls. “They’re practically rubbing themselves on you.”

At his words, one of the girls giggled, leaning even closer to you. “Don’t be jealous, Minho,” she teased, her tone playful.

“I’m not,” he snapped, his cheeks faintly pink.

The tension in the room shifted slightly, and you decided it was time to put an end to the situation. Standing, you stepped back, creating a little space between yourself and the girls. “Okay, that’s enough sniffing for one day,” you said, laughing lightly to keep the mood relaxed.

The girls pouted but didn’t push further, returning to their seats with lingering smiles.

As you sat back down, Minho leaned forward, his voice low. “You’re too nice for your own good.”

“I’m just trying to make friends,” you replied with a shrug.

“Friends don’t grope each other,” he muttered, his scent spiking slightly with irritation.

You smirked, leaning your chin on your hand as you looked at him. “Oh, really? What about you and Jisung?”

Minho froze, his expression shifting into something between horror and indignation. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re always smacking him on the butt,” you said, your grin widening. “Isn’t that technically groping?”

Jisung nearly choked on his drink, bursting into laughter as Minho’s ears turned pink. “She’s got you there,” Jisung wheezed.

Jisung leaned closer to you, still giggling. “Welcome to the group,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, grinning. “I think I’m going to like it here.”

Minho took a bite of his sandwich, trying to ignore the low hum of tension in the air as the other students filtered through the cafeteria.

"Hey, you," a voice broke through his thoughts.

He turned to see a girl standing in front of you, holding her tray with a friendly smile. She was one of the more outgoing girls from their class, known for her habit of striking up conversations with just about anyone. Her omega scent was subtle but noticeable in the sea of mixed smells.

“Hey, um… you. I was wondering if you’d like to come to the sauna with the girls after school?” She asked, almost nervously, glancing around to make sure no one was listening too closely. “We all thought it’d be fun, you know, a little bonding time. Plus, I heard you’re new here, and we’d love to have you join.”

The other girls sitting around the table exchanged glances, some of them clearly waiting for your response with bated breath. It wasn’t unusual for the omega girls to invite new students to these kinds of social gatherings, but there was something about this particular invitation that felt a little more… deliberate. The scent of the group shifted slightly as the girls around her leaned forward, hoping to gauge your reaction.

Minho glanced at you from the corner of his eye, still chewing his sandwich but now far more aware of the situation than before. He had to admit, the idea of a group sauna sounded strange to him. He knew the way omegas could act when they were in groups—clustering around an alpha like they were about to do something they couldn’t do alone.

Would you go? Minho wondered. Something about it seemed off to him, and he wasn’t sure whether he should just ignore it or step in.

You glanced up at the girl, the faintest smile tugging at your lips as you assessed the situation. The air around you was thick with anticipation, the other girls practically holding their breath, eager to hear what you’d say.

You let the silence hang for a moment, letting the tension build, before you tilted your head slightly and said, “A sauna, huh? Sounds fun... but I think I’ll pass.”

The girl blinked, taken aback by your response, her hopeful expression faltering for a moment. You could practically see the other girls' shoulders slump in disappointment, the air around them deflating.

The girl who had asked you stepped back, her cheeks flushed with a mix of confusion and slight embarrassment. "Oh… okay, no worries!" she stammered before turning to leave, her friends quickly following suit.

...

A few months had passed since you’d first joined the class, and Minho had started to get used to your presence. It was strange how you could throw the entire class into a whirlwind just by walking into a room. The scent of an alpha—strong and commanding—had made everyone on edge at first. But as time went on, he found himself becoming more accustomed to it.

However, for the past three days, you hadn’t shown up.

Everyone noticed, of course.

The usual buzz of chatter and whispers had been a little quieter without you there.

For those three days, Minho sat beside Jisung. It wasn’t like you to just skip class, so naturally, they both worried. What happened? Was she sick? Something else? Minho couldn’t help but feel a nagging concern in the pit of his stomach.

As they were leaving school together, Jisung, who had been unusually quiet that day, turned to Minho.

“Do you think we left something under the desk?” he asked.

“In case we forgot something.”

Minho shrugged and crouched down beside the desk. He slipped his hand under the desk, feeling around.

He paused when his fingers brushed against something soft. A cloth. A handkerchief, to be exact.

Without saying a word, Minho pulled it out and tucked it into his pocket.

“Nothing there,” he said casually, trying to mask the odd sense of familiarity he felt as he looked at the handkerchief. Something about it seemed like it belonged. Something about it felt... personal.

Later, when Minho was alone at home, his thoughts wandered back to the handkerchief. His curiosity got the best of him, and he took it out, smelling it. The soft fabric had a faint trace of your scent—your unique, unmistakable alpha scent was strong enough to intoxicate him.

“Hey Minho, sorry I’ve been missing the past few days. I’m kind of... out of it. Could you bring me some mango juice? I’m craving it right now.”

Minho blinked, staring at the screen. There was something off about the message, something that triggered a sudden awareness in him. He knew you weren’t just sick—you weren’t the type to let something like that keep you down for long.

Before he could stop himself, he was already typing a reply.

“Of course, I’ll bring it to you.”

He didn’t tell Jisung. There was no need to explain, not when he wasn’t sure how to even explain his own feelings. You hadn’t shared much with him about your personal life, and he certainly didn’t know much about your habits—besides the scent of an alpha that always seemed to hang around you. The idea of running errands for you wasn’t a big deal... but there was something about the request that felt different now, more urgent.

After school, Minho found himself standing in front of your house, the mango juice clutched in his hand, his mind racing. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something for you. But this time felt different.

He hesitated before knocking. When you opened the door, his senses were hit by a wave of your scent—sharp, heady, and overwhelmingly potent. It hit him like a physical force, almost suffocating in its intensity. It wasn’t just the usual traces of you—this was something entirely different. Something raw, primal, and undeniably irresistible.

His breath hitched in his throat as the scent wrapped around him, clinging to the air like an invisible thread pulling him closer to you. His heart rate quickened, his body reacting to the overwhelming sensation. He hadn’t been prepared for this, hadn’t anticipated just how much your presence would affect him in this state.

You stood there, still slightly flushed, watching him with those eyes of yours—eyes that were both distant and yearning. Minho’s body tensed, caught between wanting to retreat and feeling like he couldn’t move away. It wasn’t like he could just turn and leave; the guilt, the helplessness in your voice, made it impossible to just walk out.

“Minho?” you asked softly, and that was enough to bring him back from the haze the scent had cast over him.

There was a sheen of sweat on your forehead, and your eyes, usually sharp and focused, were clouded with something else.

“I… I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. “I didn’t want to burden you, but I’m in heat. I didn’t know who else to ask.”

Minho's knees buckled...

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Minho's knees buckled and his mind went foggy, unable to put together a sentence let alone a word. With the look Minho gave, you started to have second thoughts, perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. “I'm sorry, I can see your uncomfortable. You can leave” you said with a heavy sigh “Thanks for the juice tho.”

“N-no no no it's fine, girls walk around school in heat all the time,” but none of them were Alphas, none of them smelled as powerful and overwhelming as you.

“Do you want to come in then?” you asked, trying your best to still look friendly despite the situation. Minho knew it was a bad idea, didn't know if he could control himself. He'd never been in the presence of an Alpha in heat. He was still just now getting used to being with an Alpha period.

“Uhh, sure I'll come in,” he blurted out. He didn't mean to say yes but it was too late, from then on his fate was sealed.

Once inside Minho was scared to move, everything smelled like you and his mind was still racing a thousand thoughts a second. You shuffled your way around him and sat down on your couch, opening the small drink to take a sip.

“You can sit down, you look weird just standing there,” you said patting the seat beside you.

Instinctually, Minho darted to the seat beside you, unable to control his movements and completely lost in your scent.

Minho sat down on the couch half confidently, but you could smell the nervousness under everything else. His pinky finger slid to yours causing you to look up at him, with those eyes of yours.

The moment lasted for what seemed like forever, the two of you staring at each other. His face plastered with a half-smirk, yours blank trying to read what your next move should be.

“So whatcha wanna do?” you said, devilishly placing your hand on his thigh.

The nervous in Minho smelled faint now, with his hot gaze never leaving your body. He was looking you up and down like some nude magazine and you were loving it.

“Can I be honest?” he said raising an eyebrow. All scent of Minho left the room, that sweet smell you came to love just left and was replaced with something else. What, you couldn't put your finger on but it smelled good.

“Honesty is the best in a relationship right? No matter the context.”

Minho grabbed your hand and began tracing small circles on your palm, delicately his skin brushed against yours, as he continued.

“I want you,” he said, leaning in so close his nose almost touched you. “I want to touch you, smell you, be with you, and quite frankly be in you. You have to feel something or you wouldn't have invited me over tonight, right?”

He tilted his head like he was asking a question, he obviously knew the answer to and you knew just how to respond.

“Challenge complete Minho,” you said looking down with a smirk at the bulge that was now forming in his pants.

Minho didn't mind your words or expression, almost as if he couldn't hear you. He scooted closer and placed his hand on your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“Just relax,” he said kissing you and passionately slipping his tongue in for a taste.

You let yourself fall deeper into Minho and his seductive kiss, even though you were the Alpha, you just wanted to be touched and Minho obliged.

Sliding his hand down, he flipped your skirt up and rubbed his knuckle into your clothed cunt, deep enough to be wet with your slick.

“Fuck your already wet for me huh, such a good girl,” you moaned into his mouth, as he slid your panties to the side and dipped two fingers in, stretching you open in preparation for his cock.

Slowly you rocked your hips, grinding your clit into Minho's hand as you became desperate for friction. “Want me, want my cock in your wet pussy do ya?” he asked, putting your hand in his pants. You wrapped your fingers around his hard shaft and muttered a soft “please” in his ear.

Your whispers sent shivers down Minho’s spine, as you slowly pumped his penis that was now leaking with precum.

“Wanna fill me up?” you whispered, licking his ear trying to entice him. Quickly you learned you didn't need to.

Low growls started pouring out of Minho as he laid your head down on the couch and swiftly whipped his cock out of his pants.

He hoisted your legs up and lined his tip up with your soaking hole. The sight of Minho’s veiny cock, hard and twitching just for you, was enough to send you over the edge right there, until he pushed in.

Putting his hands on either side of you for support he pushed in hard, wasting no time trying to cum in your tight cunt.

You never had sex with an Omega before but knew, none would compare to Minho. His penis made your back arch with each deep thrust and your nails dug into the fabric of his sweater when he would drag it slowly against your spot.

The soft squelching of your slick and his cum churning in your vagina filled the room, making it feel dirtier and sexier while he fucked you.

With each fast slap of Minho’s balls against your ass was another slap of his necklace in your face, tickling you on the nose and earning a smile, despite being fucked roughly by an Omega.

Your room now smelled of sex and his soft spicy scent. No matter how much you cleaned you knew the smell would never leave, especially now with his cum dripping down your ass and onto the fabric of your couch cushion.

~

You felt your orgasm crash over you as Minho’s thrusts became sloppy and your cunt even sloppier, walls fluttering and clenching around Minho.

“Fuck your so tight, can't hold on.”

His big knot stretched your hole and soon made it impossible for Minho to move any further. For an Omega, he surely had a big penis, perhaps his confidence and arrogance came from there you thought, as you were looking him in the eyes, stuck but very much where you wanted to be at that moment.

“You're so pretty,” he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek, his sweat making his dewy skin stick to yours.

“Don’t say something you don't mean Minho, it’s fine if you just wanted to fuck the Alpha of the school” you said, hoping he would correct you, hoping he would say your wrong and that he really did love you.

You swallowed your spit hard, when he spoke again.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, I really do think you're pretty and I want you to be mine.” He stared you straight in the face with his cute earnest eyes, intimidating you whilst somehow still comforting you, a mix of emotions you've never felt before, like smells that didn't match. The only thing you could blame it on was his big soft sweater against your skin as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I think you've made me yours Minho,” you said motioning to where the two of you were still connected.

“You know what I mean,” he said rolling his eyes. Leaning up you chased him into another kiss, sloppy and wet, both your lips now swollen and red from all the desperate kissing that happened just a minute ago.

“You know, for an Omega you have a great penis.”

Minho looked at you with a cute toothy smirk and pretended to whip a piece of his hair out of his face.

“You know, when I'm rutting my knot is way bigger. You plan on taking that in your tiny pussy?”

“Of course Minho, challenge accepted.”

[sp4ceboo]

Maniac: OT8!Stray Kids x Reader

genre: a/b/o au, omegaverse, medieval au, ot8 x reader, pack dynamics, afab!reader, smut and angst and fluff

summary: you're your pack's only omega - when your alphas are taken from you, you refuse to rest until you're reunited with them

A/N: i loved writing this so come get your food i hope u guys like it <33

tw: 18+, a lot of smut (p in v, bath sex, knots and all that a/b/o shit, mentions of breeding ofc, 1 accidental pass out, oral - m&f recieving, face fucking, so much cum oh god, crying during sex, bit of mxm at points, somno but not much, lots of praise, one instance of finger sucking, manhandling, overstimulation, a spank, no mentioned protection because sorry it's medieval times, back scratching and biting, creampie, reader basically gets run a train on, a few 3some type things, dw there is also soft smut, guys please pee after sex), gore, blood, death, fighting, evil creepy dude, mention of past trauma, swearing, mistreatment of omegas, half assed editing, porn plot 50-50 split i reckon

wc: 12.98k

The moment the heavy wooden door of the smithy splinters and gives way, you bolt upright. Minho is already out of bed, the sheets still warm from where he was lying beside you, and you catch the glint of steel in his hand as he stands by the window, peering out at the street below; Seungmin is gone, his side of the mattress cold. Your heart stutters, and you stiffen at the all too familiar musky scent that permeates the air, rising up from between the rickety floorboards.

‘Goemul?’ You ask.

Minho nods grimly. ‘Who else?’

‘Fuck. He won’t leave me alone, will he?’

‘We won’t let him anywhere near you,’ he replies, voice low and full of anger.

You squeeze your eyes shut when Minho tucks an arm around your waist and presses you to him, pushing your nose into his neck; breathing in his scent - rain and sweet vanilla - you allow yourself a moment of comfort in his strong embrace before breaking away. A crash sounds below, and you grab your staff.

Jisung bursts in. You smell the fight on him before you see the bruising blooming across his face; there’s adrenaline spiking his scent and blood splattered across his front - not his, you note with relief. There’s a wild look in his eyes, the same look you saw the first time Goemul came for you.

‘He’s back, and with more troops,’ he gasps. ‘Chan says - ’

A chilling battle cry rings out, cutting him off.

Ice skitters down your spine. None of your pack are arrogant enough to have a signature war cry - there’s only one person that could be. Minho visibly bristles, his fingers flexing on the hilt of his sword before he shoulders open the bedroom door and you hear his footsteps pound down the stairs. You move to follow, but Jisung grabs your wrist.

‘Chan says you have to go. You need to run.’

You scoff. ‘Absolutely not. This is my pack.’

An edge enters Jisung’s voice. ‘And you’re our omega.’

You give him a look and he can see there’s no way he can convince you - you sprint down the stairs, him hot on your heels. Immediately, the smell of the fight overwhelms you as your feet hit the floor: at least twenty other alphas versus your eight, and a few betas fighting amongst the enemy too. Face twisted fiercely and teeth bared, Hyunjin barrels by, slashing at a stocky, snarling alpha with a rusted sword. It’s one of the ones Felix had scavenged for melting down, and you can see the wooden hilt is rotting.

Without hesitation, you raise your hand, and the attack runes painted there for an occasion just like this glow azure blue, so bright they’re almost white, and the alpha collapses, his heart ruptured in his chest. Panting, Hyunjin glances up and gives you a nod before diving back into battle, aiding Jeongin with the two betas tag teaming him.

You thrust yourself into the melee, fighting with both a sword you snatch off a fallen knight and your runes and staff. Energy begins to flow from you, leaking from your soul each time you use your runes - you’re careful to rotate your usage of the different ones inscribed on your skin, making sure you don’t tire a specific one, yet still you feel the itch of their overuse, and the knights pouring in aren’t thinning.

You catch sight of Goemul through the grappling bodies, and a flash of pure fear rivets you to the spot despite yourself. He’s locked in combat with Chan, but the spike in your scent catches both their attention, Goemul’s roar piercing through the sound of clashing blades. Chan hands seamlessly over to Changbin, and you feel his gaze pinpoint on you as he cuts through any attackers that try to stop him as he approaches.

You try to ignore his insistent stare, instead whacking one of the intruders over the head with your staff and forcefully bringing your knee up into his stomach. Chan is sweaty, his shoulders heaving from the fight, and guilt stings your chest - if it wasn’t for you, Goemul and his pack wouldn’t be here.

‘I thought I told Jisung to tell you to run.’

His voice is rough, raspy no doubt from shouting orders to the boys, and nearly drowned out from the din of the fight, yet you hear him clearly, attuned to the sound of your pack leader’s voice.

‘I wanted to stay and fight. It’s my fault, anyway.’

‘This is not your fault,’ Chan snaps. ‘We all knew Goemul would come after you.’

‘And yet you took me in anyway,’ you mutter.

He gives you a sharp look. ‘You need to run. We’re not going to last much longer. We’re tired, and we weren’t expecting it. We need you to break us out when they take us prisoner.’

You don’t think about the other option, the option that doesn’t include taking prisoners and includes death, instead breathing out an anxious: ‘What if I can’t?’

‘I know you can. I trust you, omega.’

Even in the midst of a fight, Chan knows what to say to put you at ease. He knows what is needed to look after his pack, and you know that he knows this, without doubt. You can see that your alphas are tiring, can see that this attack came as a surprise - Changbin is fighting with a hammer used for shaping swords, for fuck’s sake.

You swallow thickly. ‘I love you, Channie. Keep them safe, please. Keep yourself safe.’

Curtly, he nods. No promises. You turn on your heel and run.

You’ve been told all your life that omegas don’t fight, that omegas aren’t fierce. Omegas don’t retaliate, and they take whatever they’re given by their alphas without complaint.

Too bad that’s all been proven official bullshit.

The night is hostile. Clouds scuttle across the sky, polluting the moon’s pure silver light, and the soggy leaves beneath your feet muffle your footsteps - it’s cold, dark, damp, but you’re kept warm by the hot fury that you’ve been nursing since that night, knotted in a ball nestled right beside your heart.

Leaves are flattened beneath your boots. Wind weaves its way thinly through the tree trunks, singing lowly to itself. The stars are blotted from the sky, the moon a thin, faltering sliver. You walk onwards, staff sturdy against your palm.

Tonight is a perfect night for revenge.

Tonight you’re going to make sure Goemul leaves your pack alone for good, and tonight you’re going to make sure that you’re reunited with your alphas. It doesn’t matter that you’re an omega - you will fight. You can fight.

Your staff is testament to that. So are the attack runes painted in practised calligraphy on both your hands, the black ink winding up your forearms - you’ve added more since your alphas were taken from you, enough to extinguish the possibility of exhausting all of them. There are runes to boil a man’s brain in his skull, runes to explode his lungs even as he draws breath, runes made so you can protect your pack.

You are also half feral with the beginnings of your heat.

Blood rushes through your body, your heart pumping so hard in your chest you think it may punch through your ribs; your pupils are fully dilated, anticipating the fight. There’s a roaring in your ears, and intertwined in the thunderous, earsplitting noise of it is an insistent whisper: protect, protect, protect.

There’s no preventing this timing. Every second you spend without your pack, they could be hurting, bleeding, worse. All the preheat does is give you a vicious edge - the desperation of a cornered animal, the strength of one who has nothing else to lose.

You think this is what your ancestors must have felt, back when there were no cities, no castles made of rock, no swords or books, just the primal urge to hunt and fight and protect. You wonder if they smile down on you. You wonder if they slip silently across the narrow path before you, guiding you with ghostly hands, spurring you forward, closer to your pack, closer to the keep.

Closer to Goemul.

Once, he owned you. Owned you, because he does not believe omegas can belong - they can only be owned. You would spend nights curled on the stone floor, trying to rid yourself of his awful scent, nights where you would stare up at the pitiless rafters - even they smelt like him, wishing you were anywhere but where you were.

And then came Seungmin, carrying with him the scent of warm embers and freedom.

Somehow, here you are again, back on Goemul’s territory. You knew he wouldn’t let you go easily; you are proof to those he crushes beneath his boot heels that there is an escape.

There are two knights posted outside the keep’s wide wooden doors - thankfully ones that won’t recognise you. Faintly, you can hear the sounds of a feast within, yellow light spilling out into the night. Overhead, the clouds coalesce, and something in the air sharpens - the first patter of rain hits the tree canopy, muting your footsteps as you step forward.

‘Halt,’ one of the guards commands. ‘State your purpose.’

‘I’m just a blacksmith, sir,’ you reply meekly. ‘Looking to sell my wares to the lord and his men.’

The other guard grunts, sending a nod to the one who spoke, and swings open a hatch set in the big doors, the hinges groaning in protest. Ducking your head, you step into the great hall: it’s a huge, cavernous room made of rough, dark granite with flaming sconces fixed to the walls and violent tapestries hung between them; it’s where Goemul receives his guests.

Just the sight of the place makes your stomach turn, but it’s the heavy stench of musk that forces you to hide the shaking of your hands in the folds of your cloak. The musk in Goemul’s scent is heavy and suffocating, like a dirty, soaked blanket dumped discourteously over one’s head - nothing like Chan’s.

You glance around the hall. There are about three alphas to every omega in the room; the latter are interspersed throughout the former, either chained or collared - something that you remember all too well. Two lounge on the podium beneath Goemul’s chair, which is really more of a throne with its gaudy ornate carvings, their hands on him, their eyes brimming with fear.

You remember that, too.

And there, in the corner, you see them. Your nails dig into your palms. Your pack. Your pack. Crammed in a tiny cage, chained to a ring set in the wall, curled against each other. Nothing can hide the anger that rises in your scent when you see that Chan has pushed his way to the front, protecting his boys, bruises flowering across his face and neck and arms, dried blood smeared on his tattered shirt.

You know Goemul. You know that the cage is purpose built to hold prisoners used for entertainment.

Unmistakable now, fury soars on you, permeating the smell of the feast, permeating Goemul’s pungent musk.

Slowly, heads begin to turn. They don’t recognise you - you’ve masked your scent with runes scrawled down your collarbones and ringing your wrists, written over twice to hide the smell of your preheat. Still, they stare, with a sort of reluctant curiosity.

‘A blacksmith, my lord,’ one of the guards announces from behind you.

Goemul narrows his eyes, trying to see your face from the shadows of your hood. ‘What for?’

‘Looking to sell her wares, she said.’

He guffaws, and the sound of laughter ripples through those sitting at the banqueting table even though they don’t know what’s amusing him. Slowly, he gets to his feet, the two omegas scrambling to give him space - you see the glint of a chain pulling tight, fixed to the base of the podium. The guard beside you shuffles his feet nervously. Somewhere within the darkened cage, you swear you see someone stir.

‘What wares, guard?’

Gleefully, Goemul inhales like he’s feasting upon the guard’s fear as he realises you carry nothing, just the staff in your hand. You hear his muttered curse, the whoosh of air when he takes in a hurried breath, preparing to spill out apologies, not knowing how this has raised his lord’s wrath so intensely but knowing that he needs to beg and scrape if he wants to live.

‘Leave.’

Goemul’s voice hasn’t even finished ringing through the hall before the guard is tripping over himself to slam the hatch behind him, not waiting to see if his lord will withdraw his mercy. Slowly, Goemul settles back down on his throne, the omegas assuming their previous positions, their hands running over his legs as if to appease his anger.

You let your cowl fall back, revealing your features.

A murmur ripples through Goemul’s men.

He waits until they’re quiet. Around the room, the omegas watch you with wide eyes - you know they recognise you, you know they’re wondering why you would ever choose to return to this cursed place. Nearest to you, one jerks his head a little, as if to tell you to run.

‘I knew you’d come crawling back, my omega,’ he grins, smiling with too many teeth. ‘Although, I guess I do have something of yours, don’t I?’

‘I am not yours, Goemul,’ you hiss.

Lightning flares outside, followed by a strident clap of thunder.

‘Your pack is, though,’ he chuckles. ‘We had so much fun together, little omega. Channie and I are well acquainted now, since we had our nice pack leader to pack leader conversation.’

‘You keep his name out your mouth,’ you snap.

‘He bled a lot, though,’ Goemul muses, faking thoughtfulness. ‘I can’t seem to understand why.’

His dark eyes bore into yours, waiting to see your response. You can tell that he knows his goading is getting to you - he’s smiling that infernal smile, the one that makes you want to peel his skin from his bones and force it down his throat with a dagger.

Outside, thunder growls, low and furious.

You raise your staff. ‘You leave me no choice.’

Eyes locked on his, you bring it down. The oakwood hits the stone floor with a sound far louder than it should be, as if the very rock beneath your feet has split, rended apart down to the Earth’s very core. A muffled whoompf follows, and one by one, the torches in the sconces are snuffed out by an unseen force. Darkness descends.

All around, you sense scents spiking - they may be Goemul’s men, but they still feel fear; you doubt any of them have met someone who wields sorcery, let alone an omega. A hush falls over the hall, loaded with the anticipation before a fight.

‘A little bit of shadow won’t scare us, omega,’ Goemul calls.

You don’t reply. You’re busy stalking silently across the room, a key in your hand. It doesn’t matter that it’s not the one from the ring on Goemul’s belt - it’s covered all over with unlocking runes moulded right into the metal, something you forged yourself.

There’s a tinge of wild anger in Goemul’s voice when he speaks again. ‘Omega?’

When you reach through the bars of the cage, a warm, calloused hand is already waiting. Now that you’re close, you can smell their individual scents, the hurt and the exhaustion on them. Your eyes have adjusted to the gloom just enough that you can see Felix curled against Changbin, and although they’re both smiling proudly at you, eyes fierce, you can see the pain in their faces too. It sets bitter anger roiling within you, as deep and wrathful as the storm outside.

You know Goemul is listening. You hope he is, as the sound of a key in a lock and the clatter of chains rings out through the room. You hope he feels the control slipping through his desperate, clawing fingers as nervous whispers riffle through the great hall, as alphas reach for their swords, disbelieving that Goemul failed to make a single, lone omega submit to him.

And then, low and menacing and crystal clear, Chan growls.

You feel everyone in the hall freeze at the sound. There are no words to the deep rumble vibrating in his chest, just the white hot, primal fury of a leader whose pack has been hurt. Simply the tone of it roots half the men in the hall to the spot, the hairs on the backs of their necks rising, their palms slick with sweat as they stare wide eyed into the darkness.

‘Goemul,’ Chan snarls, stepping from the cage. ‘I swear I will not rest until you are dead.’

The last part comes out as a roar, and with it, chaos descends.

Before the echo of Chan’s voice has even died down, air whooshes past you - what must be Changbin and Minho shooting out of the cage. A strangled cry sounds as they finish off the closest two alphas, wrenching their swords from their belts to fight with. Someone’s hand brushes your waist as the rest of your pack members swiftly exit the cage: Felix, by the gentle scent of violets that washes over you, and yet on it you can almost taste the yearning to fight.

Your alphas are not vengeful. Protective, however, is a different story, and as each of their unique scents spread out across the room, meeting Goemul’s alphas that slash out blindly with their swords blow for blow, you know each of them are thinking of what all of you have gone through under Goemul’s orders.

Above it all, Goemul’s battle cry rings out, but you don’t flinch, don’t bat an eyelash - you’re ready for him this time, fresh runes all over your skin. Your alphas may be injured, but they’ve been cooped up in a too small cage for almost a week and they’re sure as hell fucking angry.

A feverish, clammy hand grabs your wrist. Hot air laced with the stink of ale puffs against your cheek. ‘Witch.’

You take a step forward, stabbing out with the butt of your staff and catching your attacker in the stomach. A throng of them have formed around you, angry and growling and still reeling that one omega has caused this much havoc, their movements uncoordinated and laced with more fear than any of them would ever admit.

Under the low illumination of the lightning strikes, you can just about see they’ve made a ring around you. Maybe they think that their numbers will prevail over your sorcery and they’ve got a quick kill, because some of them are smiling as if the fight’s already over. You almost feel sorry for them.

Almost.

As you strike out with your staff, you think of Chan, welcoming you into his pack, back when all you could do around alphas was flinch - patient, soft spoken Channie, bloodied by Goemul and his men from shielding the boys with his body, half conscious from the violence.

You think of Minho as you break a man’s nose, Minho who said little to begin with but would always be silently checking on you, making sure you were comfortable, leaving you an extra blanket in winter before he eventually slept by your side, his body warm against yours, currently with a split lip and cracked ribs.

You knock a man’s sword from his hand, catching it in your own, and think of Changbin, always there to make you smile and feel safe with his big arms and tight hugs, always acting tough but in truth all soft and gooey on the inside, his knuckles now bloodied and face twisted in pain.

While you cut down another alpha that runs at you, you think of Hyunjin, who calls you his muse, who crafts the most beautiful ornate daggers back at the smithy, and who gave you his favourite one with a sweet kiss on your forehead and a promise to never leave you, painted with bruises that spread wide over his back.

Your stolen blade clashes against an attacker’s as you think of Jisung, your Jisung who never fails to make you laugh, never fails to wrap his arms around you from behind when you need it most, beaten until he blacked out, his eyes almost swollen shut from the bruising.

The runes painted on your palms glow bright while you think of Felix, who baked you sweet treats and wiped your tears every day that they fell, who healed your soul with his sunshine smile, nose bloody and near broken from repeated blows.

Fatigue makes your arm tremble as you swing your sword, but you fight on, thinking of Seungmin, who was the first to find you, the first to plant the seed of hope, always the one who dispels your doubts with the sureness of his words, his head now bowed and teeth gritted to fight to keep down the cry that builds within him from the pain.

Your blade gets stuck between an alpha’s ribs, so you whirl your staff in your hands and think of Jeongin, sweet, sweet Jeongin who would hold your hand after the nightmares, whispering reassurances and holding you until you could fall asleep again, his big hands carding through your hair, bloodied and beaten for nothing but sport.

You fight, and as you do, you think of your alphas. You let the insistent whisper from before rise to become a roar, rise to drown out the sounds of the battle: protect, protect, protect. It burns like liquor as it rushes through your veins, and you find it strengthens you, even as the energy spills from you through the usage of your runes; it guides your blade, guides your staff, ensuring your strikes hit home.

And then, all of a sudden, no one’s attacking you any more.

No one is running at you with swords, derisive words on their lips, no one is throwing punches at you or trying to sweep your legs out from under you so they can kick you when you’re down. You sway a little, half expecting someone to appear out of nowhere, but all the remaining alphas subservient to Goemul are fighting elsewhere or have fled - they weren’t prepared, instead lulled into a false sense of safety within their own keep. There’s a ring of bodies slumped on the floor around you.

Something wrenches in your gut, twisting. A warning: your heat will be upon you soon - the longest you have left is a few hours. Sweat suddenly pricks at your body. You need to finish this, and quickly.

Chan blurs by, exchanging hurled punches and vicious kicks with Goemul. You’re leaning against your staff for support, catching your breath, but as three alphas dive into the melee, clawing at Chan’s back and hauling him off Goemul, and as you spot the two omegas, still chained to the podium and cowering under a half collapsed table, unable to escape, you find you aren’t really that tired after all.

You’re on Goemul within seconds.

He grins. ‘Hello again, my little omega - ’

You punch him across the face. Hard. His head snaps to the side, and you grab his shirt, slamming him once, twice against the hard, unforgiving floor of his great hall, savage red fog hazing your vision, not letting up even when you feel the crunch of his nose beneath your knuckles.

‘You’re stupid, Goemul,’ - you spit the name he’s created for himself - ‘for underestimating omegas. You think you’re destined to lord over us all, when all you are is a fucking scared little pup clinging to control and power you don’t deserve.’

Despite it all, he laughs, and blood glistens on his teeth. ‘You’re driving yourself crazy, little omega. I can smell the heat on you - you can’t kill me if your body needs my knot. All you need to do is to ask for it, sweet thing, and I’ll give it to you.’

Your grip on him falters, and he flips you, pinning you to the floor beneath him. Struggling against his grip, you thrash, your careful runes long forgotten, crimson rolling in like mist over the hills, and something wide and primal yawns open within you - your lips pull back, and you bare your teeth at him, pupils dilating as you lurch your head forward, snapping at his throat.

Goemul dodges just in time, holding you at arms length even as you claw at his face and neck. All you can hear is protect, protect, protect and the hidden voice beneath it saying kill him and end it, make him pay, do it for the pack, for your alphas.

His eyes widen. ‘You’re a maniac.’

You look up, over his shoulder, past him, your laugh chilling. ‘Yes.’

Impossibly, his eyes open further, bulging, and a low, strained gurgle sounds from deep in his throat. Trembling, one of his hands comes up to his chest, and he looks down, surprise and fear contorting his features as his finger gets sliced open on the tip of the blade protruding from between his collarbones.

Goemul’s eyes roll back, and his body slumps over you, deadweight. Dazed, you gaze up at Jeongin, admiring his handsome features, albeit splattered with gore from the fight and covered with a look of disgust as he places a foot on Goemul’s back and wrenches his sword out. It makes a wet, sucking sound as it goes, and your alpha dumps the sword on the floor in favour of heaving the cooling body off you and pulling you into his arms.

Mint and lavender, clean and fresh and soothing, rush at your senses as you take a deep breath in. You’re clinging onto Jeongin so hard that it must be hurting him, but he doesn’t seem to mind, holding you just as tightly to him, burying his face in your neck, his nose right against your scent gland as he just inhales.

Eventually, you jostle him, your senses coming back to you. You need to grab your staff; you can still fight, even though the ink of more than half of the writing on your hands and wrists has flaked off, the exhausted runes leaving light burns in their wake.

‘Where’s my staff?’ You mumble, wriggling in his grip. ‘I can still - ’

A hand smooths over your hair, someone coming up behind Jeongin so they can look you in the eyes from where you’re peeking over his shoulder, searching for the familiar oakwood. You blink. It’s Minho, his eyes soft, hair a mess.

‘It’s over, jagiya,’ he murmurs. ‘You don’t have to fight any more. We’re safe now.’

Eventually, his words echo in your head, beginning to register - over, safe now - and you go limp in Jeongin’s arms, burying your face in his shoulder and letting out a damp, shaky breath, hands fisting in his shirt. Your impending heat burns at your core, pulling you this way and that, but the nearness of your alphas grounds you, keeps you tethered to them.

You have just the presence to reach out to Minho, fingers brushing over his side as the healing runes written around the tops of your forearms flare to life, their glow different from the ones intended for attack - they’re the orangey pink of a rising dawn, like tiny suns pulsating beneath your skin. They begin to burn, uncomfortably hot as you heal Minho’s cracked ribs, then Felix’s nose and Han’s swollen black eyes, followed by all the injuries of your alphas that you can with the energy you have spare.

You’re panting by the end of it, drained. You’ve still neglected some of the less serious flesh wounds, but the well inside of you that was full to the brim with potency when you first entered the keep has run dry. If it weren’t for your heat fast approaching, you might have more energy, but you don’t, so that’s what you’re forced to settle with as you close your eyes and try to stop yourself from wriggling too much in Jeongin’s grip.

‘I’ll take her,’ someone says, and you’re being transferred into another’s arms.

Clean linen and cinnamon, crisp and familiar, crashes over you, and you nestle into Jisung’s arms, trying to absorb his body  heat as he kisses your face - the urge to nest is beginning to grow stronger, now that the adrenaline from the fight is leaving your system, and he’s so warm.

Somewhere far away, you can hear Felix’s low, comforting voice as he talks to Goemul’s omegas, and Chan’s too, instructing them and pointing them towards the east wing of the keep - you know at some point, they’ll want to talk to you, but for now you rest your chin on Jisung’s shoulder, closing your eyes and leaning your weight against him. Some of them remain in the hall, putting the bodies in neat piles up against the wall to be buried later or tending to anyone with injuries.

‘We’re going to find somewhere for you to nest now, baby,’ Jisung says into your hair. ‘Hyunjinnie is going to take you while we look.’

Another set of arms wraps around you, lean and wiry and smelling like roses and grapefruit but mainly roses, achingly close, strong enough to make you want to cry. He nuzzles at your neck, his long hair tickling your face and collarbones. Part of you is singing, happy only now that you’re surrounded by your alphas, happy that -

Hyunjin’s tongue flicks over your scent gland.

You know he doesn’t mean to set off anything - he does it a lot, just to calm you or show affection, but you’re teetering on the brink, hanging in the balance, and this is what tips you over. Just like that, your first wave of slick comes, and all of a sudden there’s an insistent ache between your legs. You stiffen in his arms.

‘Alpha,’ you whine, voice small.

Around you, you hear rather than see the boys pause. No doubt their instincts are kicking in, already perked up at the heady spike in your scent, telling them to look after their omega and knot and  breed and give you pups. There are the other omegas in the room, too, but even they freeze, affected by the possessive twang rolling off each of your alpha’s scents.

Hyunjin shifts just a little against you, and you feel his hardening cock heavy against your hip. A gasp escapes you, and it’s like the sound of it jolts your alphas back up to the present, because they’re moving again, hurrying, in a slight frenzy as they continue to help move the bodies and organise the rest of the omegas.

The fog of your heat is descending, and the rational part of you hates this timing - you need to look after your alphas, tend to their wounds that you couldn’t heal, but the animal part of you clamours over it, making you squirm uncomfortably, pushing Hyunjin away as you spin around, searching for a place to nest. You breath comes out in gasps: you can’t have your heat without a nest, but you don’t know if there are rooms free, if -

A firm hand sweeps up your back, landing on the nape of your neck and holding it, not quite scruffing you but breaking through your rising panic, making you listen. The scent of cocoa and gentle musk overcomes you, and when you look up at Chan, his dark, authority filled eyes pinning you down, another round of slick gushes out of you, and he smiles a little at your response to him.

‘Pack leader,’ you yip, ducking your head. ‘L - leader, alpha - ’

‘You’re going to be okay,’ Chan soothes. ‘Your alphas are here, okay? We’re going to get you to the bed Changbin and Jisung have found for you so you can nest. Just hang in there, omega.’

‘What about the other omegas?’ You ask, struggling to meet his eyes.

‘They’re in the other wing,’ he replies, then preempts your next words. ‘We’ll find new packs for them; we’re not going to replace you, sweetheart. Just let your alphas take care of you, yeah?’

Gently, he takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb along the scent gland at your wrist. A quiet, needy noise tears itself from your throat, and suddenly your legs are buckling - Chan catches you and scoops you up, one hand cradling the back of your head as he carries you through the passages leading from the hall and into the guest wing.

You’re lowered onto the softest mattress you’ve ever felt. It’s funny how all your time trapped in this keep, you never slept on anything but the cold stone floor - but now, your alphas are here, either still in the great hall, here with you or in what you understand is the bathroom next door, and Goemul’s dead, and you’re safe.

Chan kisses your crown and leaves you be for now as you hurriedly arrange the blankets. The bed is huge, wider than you are tall, yet you still crave your nest at home, items of clothing hoarded from your alphas tucked neatly amongst the bedding you’d padded it with - the sheets here are clean, but devoid of smell. It doesn’t compare.

You sit back on your heels. ‘The nest, it’s nowhere near good enough.’

Seungmin appears by your side, rubbing his thumb over the scent gland in your neck, his lips in your hair. ‘No, omega, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.’

The praise relaxes you, calms you, and you melt into his touch, leaning against him and pushing your face into his side, resting your cheek on his bare skin - like the others, he’d surrendered his shirt for your nest without complaint. His touch is feather light as he strokes your hair, and your eyelids droop a little.

Seungmin pecks your lips. ‘You need to sleep now, before your heat fully hits. We’ll all be here when you wake up.’

He watches you lay down, perching on the mattress so you have an alpha close to you while you fall asleep. Yawning, you curl up close to him. This will be the last proper rest you get until the end of your heat.

You close your eyes, the scent of warm embers washing over you.

You wake up sweating.

The ache between your legs has spread upwards and outwards, and you curl into a ball from the pain of it, eyes blurry as you blindly reach your hands out, searching for an alpha. You can hear yourself babbling, begging for a knot, begging to be filled up, because they’re all right there, curled up on the mattress, surrounding you, but they’re all asleep, all eight of them leaving you here in heat on your own, without a knot, and you can’t think beyond the need; you’re going to implode if someone doesn’t -

Sure hands unfurl you, flipping you so you’re spread flat on the mattress. The weight of one of your alphas traps you in place, and you moan, back arching when a hot tongue slides along the column of your throat, halting at your scent gland and sucking the sensitive skin there.

Sweet vanilla rolls over your senses. His teeth bite and suck at your collarbone, and you groan, head all jumbled with need, your body still locked up from the cramps as you fumble with his boxers, urgency rendering you clumsy.

Mercifully, one of your alphas has stripped you down to your underwear while you were sleeping, and you find you don’t even have the time to take them off, instead hooking your leg around Minho’s hip and grinding your throbbing core down on his hardening cock. Lightning pulses through your cunt at the way his lids half close in pleasure, filling you with the need to please your alpha, to be of use to him.

He tears your underwear off with a flick of his wrist. Your pussy is only getting wetter.

Dipping his head, Minho claims your lips, and the brush of his tongue against yours makes your head spin faster than it already is, your hands coming up to tangle with his hair as his hips roll to meet yours.

‘F - fuck,’ you choke out, jolting when Minho sinks two fingers inside you and scissors them.

His lips travel lower to trace down your sternum. ‘Gotta stretch you out for the boys, jagiya.’

You find yourself squirming a little; his fingers are curling, pumping in and out of you at exactly the pace you normally like, but your body is working itself up to the wild throes at the peak of your heat and you need more, so much more. You tell him so, and he chuckles, kissing you again like it’s going to distract you from the way he’s lining himself up at the entrance of your cunt.

Barely the tip of him is in before you’re clenching hard, painfully hard, scrabbling at the bedsheets and crying his name so loud it’s a wonder the boys don’t stir. He licks and sucks at your scent gland, relaxing you until your muscles ease up and he can move - despite all your slick, you still feel the burn of his cock. He’s stretching you out, just like he said he would.

Agonisingly, he pulls out, just to slam back in again, balls deep, punching the air out of your lungs. Minho fucks you roughly, like you need at the start of your heat, his cock reaching so deep inside you you think he might be in your guts - he’s not fast, just so intense that tears are forming on your lash line and you’re panting, fighting for breath.

Then, he’s forcing your legs up onto his shoulders, and the new angle makes you wail, because he’s destroying your cunt in a way that has your thighs shaking and your chest heaving, pleas for more spilling out of you uncontrollably.

Minho has a way of wringing pleasure from you, fucking you so good that you can’t do anything but repeat his name over and over; you feel yourself suspended on the edge, fire licking up your sides, so close, so close, so close -

Mid-thrust, he pauses.

‘Alpha,’ you scream, voice breaking pitifully. ‘Alpha, please - ’

There’s something half sadistic in his eyes when he looks down at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, teasing as he enjoys the way you struggle, bucking against him desperately, begging like it’s the only thing you know how to do.

‘Sungie’s woken up from all your noise, omega,’ Minho remarks impassively. ‘Maybe you should give him a hand.’

No sooner has he finished speaking than an achingly hard cock makes its way into your palm, and you cast your teary eyes upward, only half there as you witness Jisung’s head fall back in pleasure when you begin to jerk him, because thank all that is good, Minho’s moving again, tearing you apart and putting you back together with those powerful thrusts of his hips.

He’s hitting that spot inside you, and each time he does, paralysing bolts of pleasure shoot down your spine. Your orgasm crushes you with its magnitude, whiting out your vision, and through it, you blindly beg for his knot, beg him to fill you, beg him to stuff you with load after load.

‘That’s right, omega,’ he grits out. ‘Let it all out for me.’

Tears finally spill over, trickling down your face, the pleasure leaving you rapt, brows drawn together and mouth hanging open, and still he fucks into you; you can feel the slight burn as his knot begins to engorge, and you know he’s so close, so almost filling you up.

Your thoughts grow indistinct the moment Minho spills hot inside you, his knot popping into place and locking you together. Jisung comes not a moment later, letting go with a short cry all over your chest, and if you were not full and happy with Minho’s knot, you’d be fretting about the waste. Instead, you close your eyes and murmur a pleased ‘alpha’, fingers brushing lightly over a bandage on Minho’s arm as the two of them begin to lick the come off you.

You must drift off, because when you resurface, Jisung, Minho and his knot are gone, most likely to the bathroom, and instead you can feel Seungmin’s long fingers working lazily between your legs, just enough to take the edge off the bite of your cramps. He’s got your back propped up against his chest, and you wiggle, bucking your hips up into his touch, inhaling the smell of warm embers.

‘What do you think you’re doing, omega?’

You freeze at the dominance in his tone. Remaining silent, you gaze up at him, wide eyed and head full of cotton as he pins you beneath him, the ravenous look on his face making your neck and cheeks flush. You can feel his cock against your thigh, but he doesn’t allow you to move, doesn’t move himself, just stares down at you, waiting.

Slowly, you tilt your head back, exposing the vulnerable expanse of your throat - a display of utter submission. A low whine escapes you when his breath caresses your skin, his nose brushing against your jugular as he inhales your scent.

‘Good omega,’ Seungmin murmurs. ‘Our omega.’

‘Yours,’ you echo, and this time, he lets you buck against him.

Another hot rush of slick leaves you at the friction of his clothed cock against you, and you gasp his name, rubbing your cheek all over his neck and chest, trying to cover him in your scent. He allows it, letting you press yourself against him, desperation soaking your scent, your hands roaming his body urgently, trying to tell him that you need his knot because all your mouth can seem to do right now is say ‘alpha’, again and again and again.

In one smooth sweep, Seungmin gathers your wrists above your head and pins them there. A sound leaves you, so eager and pathetic that your cheeks flush and you struggle half heartedly against him, but he’s yanking off his boxers and running his fingers through your folds to transfer your arousal and make sure his dick will be wet enough. If you stay still, you think you might die.

Yet another round of slick is pouring from you. He chuckles, seeing your cunt clench as he spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around his cock - you know he’s doing it to taunt you. Whoever goes first always makes sure you’re prepped.

‘Ready for my knot, omega?’ Seungmin coos. ‘Think you can take it?’

‘Yes,’ you whine. ‘Yes, alpha, yes, give it to me, I can, I can - ’

Your mouth snaps shut when he thrusts into you, your eyes widening and back arching as thrill after thrill races up your spine, making your cunt bear down on him, squeezing him tight and  greedily sucking him in further. The moment he starts moving, you know he’s not going to go easy on you.

Seungmin is going to make you earn it.

He releases your hands, letting you grab onto him as he fucks into you, fast, unrelenting. Almost sly, his fingers drag down your stomach so he can rub them over your clit in tight circles - your pussy flutters in response, clamping down on him. A muttered curse escapes him; you can feel every muscle of his back taut under your grip, the vein in his neck beginning to strain, yet all he does is go harder.

Something within you buckles. Not a second later, you come, clenching around his cock, squeezing him so tight he’s forced to grind into you further, your cunt refusing to let him pull out. You expect him to ease up, give you a moment to rest but he continues the moment he can, unforgiving.

Overstimulation sears at you, cutting through the cloudiness fogging your brain, and you yawp, scrabbling at Seungmin’s back, thighs jumping with every drag of his cock against your walls as you rake your nails against his skin in a way that must be hurting his battered, not quite healed body, but he doesn’t shake you off, doesn’t seem to mind.

‘Stop thrashing if you want your alpha’s knot,’ he snarls.

‘W - want it,’ you babble, trying to stay still for him. ‘Need it so bad, alpha.’

‘Then take it.’

He punctuates his words with deep rolls of his hips, and this time you can’t not move, because the pads of his fingers are back on your clit, torturous, creating friction so impossibly blissful that it hurts, and he’s hammering his dick into you, so quick that you can’t form words any more, and then - and then -

Once again, you come, and he slams his knot inside you.

Your back bows, your fingers twisting into the sheets until someone grabs your hand and squeezes it as tightly you are squeezing theirs. It’s not Seungmin’s, you realise - his are too busy propping him up, holding him above you. Turning your head to the side, you smile: it’s Minho, half asleep with his eyes almost closed and a silly little grin on his face.

Huffing, his breath ruffling your hair, Seungmin pokes at your face, bringing your attention back to him. You tip your head up and fit your lips to his, a warm, happy buzz engulfing you now that you’re full, and he lowers himself on top of you so you can lie there together, joined by his knot nestled inside your sated cunt as sleep tugs you both under.

You wake up to cacao and musk, lips closed over your scent gland, gently sucking. Whatever Seungmin’s knot and the orgasms he plucked from you did to appease your heat have worn off, and fast, because you’re sweating all over, hips moving against the firmness below you and you don’t know where you are, just that there are hands on your body and a mouth on your neck keeping back the flames.

‘Leader,’ you mewl, half crazy on his scent. ‘Alpha, need your knot,’

‘I’ve got you,’ Chan croons. ‘Alpha’s got you.’

It begins to dawn on you that you’re straddling his lap, grinding down frantically on his thigh, his hands cool where they coast over your burning skin, smoothing circles over your back. Taking your chin in his fingers, he tilts your face up until you’re looking at him. The moment you meet his eyes, you still, hips hovering over his.

‘You going to behave for me, omega?’

You nod so hard it hurts your neck. ‘Yes, alpha, so good, so good for you. Promise.’

‘Sweet girl,’ he coos. ‘My omega.’

Leaving trails of goosebumps behind, Chan’s hands slide down your torso, down to caress the curves of your hips, down to right where you need him. There’s a moment where he just holds your cunt, fingers pressing between your folds until you break and rock against the heel of his palm, chasing away the building pressure between your legs in favour of momentary relief, wobbly voiced pleas rushing from you as your slick soaks him to the wrist.

Nosing at your throat, he laves his tongue over your scent gland, one hand coming round to grip your ass as he positions you closer to him. When he looks up at you, you see the same haze that blankets your mind clouding his eyes - you must be nearing the peak of your heat for your scent to affect him so. He’s barely holding himself back.

‘Okay?’ He verifies. ‘Can take it?’

‘Y - yes, yes,’ you reply, grinding your hips down despite his steady grip on you, searching for his cock.

That’s all it takes for him to lurch upwards, sheathing himself in your heat like it was made for him. The remainder of the sentence on your tongue dissolves into a keening moan, your lips falling open, eyes unfocused and rolled back; he gives you barely a second to adjust to his thickness before he’s pounding into you, holding you in place above him with his nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

You grab at his broad shoulders, needing something to anchor you with the way he’s jerking your whole body up and down with every punishing thrust. Chan’s fucking up into you like he wants you to forget your own name, like he wants you to forget everything but the surge of his cock through your spasming walls; he’s got you dumb, mouth agape, the sounds that leave you wordless but pleading.

It’s as if your senses have narrowed to the giddying scent of your alpha and the promise of his knot in the snap of his hips against yours - you can’t think of anything else.

Dimly, you realise he’s speaking between the sloppy kisses he adorns your neck and chest with, groaning and mumbling against your skin as his teeth nip at your scent gland, stimulating you in a way that brings century old instincts to the surface - it has you shuddering, nails buried into the meat of his biceps as you twist your head back to bare your throat to your alpha.

‘Good omega,’ he’s gasping, words slurred, reaching so deep inside you all you can do is take it. ‘Made for me, omega - fuck, fuck, squeezing me so well - gonna give you my knot, sweetheart, give you my pups, gotta breed you, gonna - ’

Chan moans so loud it’s almost a howl, slamming you down on his cock to the hilt one last time, fingers furiously working your clit. The hot spill of his seed yanks you unceremoniously over the edge, and you feel your pussy constrict around his knot - he hisses at the feel of it, his chest, mottled with bruises, heaving as he comes down from the high, eyes beginning to focus on you.

Fuck, he looks good, all sweaty and panting and still a bit dazed, his curls ruffled and a dumb little blissed out smile plastered on his face. Tugging you close, he lets his forehead fall against your collarbones, pushing his face between your tits - you giggle as he sighs happily into their plushness, tucking your arms around him and holding him close, sated and so incredibly, wonderfully full.

‘So good for me, sweetheart,’ he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin.

You preen at his words, and his hands move up from where they were splayed out on your back to stroke your hair, smoothing it down and untangling some of the knots with his fingers. Curling up as much as you can in this position, you lean your head on Chan’s shoulder, basking in the reassuring presence of your alpha.

Something warm presses against your leg, and you look down to see Jeongin, balled up facing Seungmin with his back pushed up against the length of your thigh, his angular face softened in sleep. Grinning, you brush a hand over his cheek, and he stirs, humming drowsily before settling again.

A hand rubs at the small of your back, and you turn to see that Felix has woken up. Despite the fact that his blonde hair is mussed and he’s squinting against the light of the torches in the sconces on the walls, he’s smiling sweetly at you, gaze bright and soft.

‘Felix, please could you grab that for me?’ Chan’s gesturing to a small platter on the bedside table.

Clambering over a slumbering Minho and Jisung and almost tripping up on Changbin’s outstretched leg, he retrieves it and hands it to Chan, who supports you with a hand on your waist so you can sit back and tuck into the slices of bread and cheese on the plate. You hadn’t realised how hungry you were until now - your stomach rumbles at just the smell of the food.

Through a mouthful, you beam. ‘Thanks, Lix.’

He leans over Changbin to kiss you sweetly, filling your nose with the scent of violets and sunshine. ‘Once Chan’s knot goes down I’ll take you to the bath, okay?’

‘Yes, please,’ you reply. ‘I’m all sticky.’

‘My bad,’ Chan chuckles, rubbing his hands up and down your sides and making your brain all fuzzy.

By the time you’ve finished the food, Chan’s knot has come down enough to slip out of you - both of you groan when he pulls out, his come rolling down your thighs. You glance over at Felix and see him watching, and when you look down you can see he’s semi hard and sending you a sheepish grin.

A great yawn splits your face in half, and you stretch your cramped legs as you shuffle awkwardly off the bed, pausing to give Chan a kiss before he scoots down and tugs the blanket over him, nuzzling close to Jeongin. Lifting you up, Felix carries you to the bathroom - Hyunjin looks up from where he’s perched on a rickety wooden stool in the corner, holding something delicately in his hands and smirking.

‘That cavewoman omega in you really likes it when Chan fucks you like that, huh?’

You roll your eyes. ‘Go on and pretend you weren’t hard.’

‘Why are you holed up in here, anyway?’ Felix asks as he helps you into the wooden tub.

‘Changbin was rolling around in his sleep,’ he shrugs. ‘Didn’t want to stab him.’

Proudly, Hyunjin holds up the piece of wood he’s been whittling - it’s a lovely piece of limewood, light and creamy in colour, and it must be a maquette for a sword hilt he’s planning on making, because it’s carved with whorls and flowing arches, as if the wood itself is malleable clay in his skilled hands.

‘I like it,’ Felix says as he helps soap your back. ‘It’s pretty.’

Hyunjin gives him a look. ‘Of course.’

You chuckle. ‘Yeah, Felix, when did he ever make something that wasn’t pretty?’

‘Hey, what about that time when - ’

‘No, it was pretty, you just - ’

Closing your eyes, you listen to the two of them bicker playfully, relishing the warmth of the water and the way it eases your sore muscles - you want to enjoy the momentary lucidity. You’re still somewhere in the highest intensity of your heat, and soon your body is going to want a knot again, even after having Chan’s so recently.

Right on queue, as if just thinking about it sets it off, your scent spikes, and you feel a wave of slick spill from you - it goes straight into the water, but both Hyunjin and Felix fall silent anyway, sensing your need from a mile away.

There’s a moment of silence, and then Hyunjin drags his stool closer to the tub.

Without further delay, Felix shucks off his boxers and climbs in. The water swills but doesn’t spill over, and he takes your chin and kisses you softly, careful not to lean too much of his weight on you; the moment he pulls back, Hyunjin is there, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth, and you moan around him when you feel the nudge of Felix’s cock head at your entrance.

All three of you groan when he slides in, and you turn your head to the side, unsurprised to see Hyunjin’s slender fingers curling around his cock, his carving abandoned to the side - your eyes glide upwards, locking on his as you suck on his thumb, still resting against your lips, and he visibly picks up his pace, face twisting in pleasure.

Hiding his face into your damp neck, Felix groans, low and deep, thrusting his hips forward until they kiss yours, so close that his pubic bone grinds over your clit. He fucks into you slowly and tenderly, and as he does, Hyunjin hooks his thumb under your chin and crams three of his fingers into your mouth up to the knuckle, grunting when your tongue swirls over them.

You’re still sensitive from Chan, maybe even from the two orgasms Seungmin coaxed from you, and the way Felix’s cock drags through you is driving you insane - almost as much as the praise they’re both showering upon you and the pump of Hyunjin’s fingers in and out of your mouth. Water is sloshing over the sides of the tub with each movement, and it’s as if you’re floating aimlessly, muscles lax and surrounded all over by this warmth.

Hyunjin comes first.

It’s Felix that sets him off: kissing you over the fingers buried in your mouth, his tongue sliding over them before he licks at your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, and suddenly Hyunjin’s coming with a gasp, wrenching Felix off your front by his shoulder so he can spill over the part of your chest that’s above the water.

That’s what makes you come.

The sight of Hyunjin bent double over you and Felix, jerking himself until he’s spent and then some to overstimulate himself, the hand that had been in your mouth gripping the side of the tub so hard his knuckles run white - it’s too much. Your pussy convulses around Felix, and only then do you find your words, gasping that you need a knot, begging for his come.

It’s all too easy for him to give you what you want - more water splashes out of the tub and straight onto the bathroom floor as he seats his knot inside you, plugging his seed in so not a drop is wasted. He flops over you, panting.

‘I didn’t expect it to come back so fast,’ you remark as the three of you catch your breath.

‘So much for the bath,’ Felix laughs. ‘Maybe we should draw another one.’

The next time you open your eyes, it hits you full force. The ache in your core is so intense that all you can do is flail, thrashing and writhing and crying, all tangled up in the blankets which are soaked with your sweat and twisted around your legs, all tangled up in the consuming flames of your heat. There are warm bodies all around you; you can hear their breathing, but none of them are responding, and fuck it hurts -

This can’t be happening again -

You squeak in alarm as someone manhandles you onto your front so quickly that your head spins, holding your arms down so you can barely move - you’re grinding desperately down on the mattress, and you can feel the sheets beneath you grow wet with your slick.

‘Stay still, omega,’ a voice growls. ‘You’re going to push someone off the bed if you don’t.’

‘Alpha?’ You whimper, rubbing your thighs together. ‘It’s not enough, please - ’

‘Binnie’s here,’ he soothes, tone gentler now. ‘Binnie’s going to take care of you, okay? Hands and knees for me, omega.’

Tears of relief trickle down your face and seep into the cloth beneath you - Jeongin’s shirt. You scramble to obey your alpha’s command, only halting when Changbin pulls you in for a quick kiss that leaves you dizzy, as if he sucked the air from your lungs and replaced it with pure, unadulterated need. Squeezing your ass, he fucking bullies you into position, manoeuvring you until you’re face down, ass up.

You fist the sheets in your hands, trying to stay still but he’s taking his damn time. Arching your back, you push back on him, feverish, reduced to the urges of your idiot omega brain that you can’t ignore for the life of you. Your thighs are trembling as he lines himself up, your breath coming out in harsh pants.

With a harsh stab of his hips, he ploughs into you.

You wait for him to move, wait for him to fucking destroy you, but he doesn’t; he just holds himself there, infuriating, playing with you, and you’re wailing and trying to push back onto him more but he’s got you in his iron grip and then he’s cracking a hand down on your ass and you howl and finally -

Finally he’s moving.

Changbin is railing into you, unrelenting. You’re clenching so hard around him, desperate for his knot that your vision keeps blanking out, your voice breaking as you call his name, and surely it’s waking up the boys, but you don’t really care because you need him, need -

‘Need it, alpha,’ you sob, ‘Need it.’

‘I know, omega,’ he grits out. ‘Let your alpha take care of you.’

And then he gives you all you ask. He gives it to you, alright. He gives it to you so that the slick is running out of you and down your twitching thighs, he gives it to you so you’re hoarse from screaming his name - he gives it to you until you feel all limp and boneless beneath him, and still he draws you out, drilling into you like he was born to do it.

Just when you think he might be satisfied, Changbin hooks a hand under your arm and pulls you upright, pinning you against his chest and hitting a new, cataclysmic angle inside you; roughly, he bites down on the spot where you shoulder and neck meet, and his hands come up to cup your tits, pinching your nipples and sending jolts of pleasure through you. He’s fucking up into you endlessly and you can’t even remember if you came already because he’s got you drowning in ecstasy, losing yourself in it.

And then his fingers are on your clit.

You can feel his knot, pressing against your core, so close, so close.

Inside your stomach, something pulls up tight, and you come so hard everything goes black.

You come to about half a minute later, cradled against Changbin’s chest, his knot safely within your cunt, satisfying you, and he’s hugging you to him, kissing every inch of your sweat coated skin that he can reach. He shifts against you when he senses you waking, nuzzling against your scent gland as he kisses a hickey on your neck - most likely from Minho.

‘Are you okay?’ Changbin asks. ‘Did I go too hard?’

‘No,’ you reply drowsily. ‘Was good. So good.’

Your hand meets his, and you smile a little as you twine your fingers together. The scent of roses and grapefruit fills your nose, and you close your eyes at the feel of Hyunjin nestling closer to you, sandwiching you between him and Changbin, your breathing slowing as you drift off.

You’re woken by a puff of air against your clit. Hyunjin chuckles when the muscles in your thigh jitter at the feel of it, looking up at you from where he sprawls between your legs, grinning like he wants to devour you. Whatever you’re lying on rocks to the side, and you bleat in alarm and narrowly catch yourself, glancing over your shoulder to find that your head was  resting on Jeongin’s chest, who is now smirking at you, eyes glittering mischievously.

The feeling of two alphas looking like they might eat you does something to your cunt that has Hyunjin transfixed. He licks his lips and you get the distinct sense that he might accidentally pop a knot too soon if he isn’t careful.

‘You two look like you’re plotting something,’ you mumble, trying to ignore the attention your pussy is demanding.

‘Yeah,’ Jeongin confirms casually. ‘Hyunjin’s going to go down on you and I’m going to fuck your mouth.’

‘Oh,’ you say, and this time you can’t ignore the way you clench around nothing.

Hyunjin groans, and you feel the mattress dip a little as he grinds into it. He buries a finger into your fluttering heat, cursing under his breath, and your eyes widen as Jeongin props your head up with a pillow and straddles your chest, his flushed cock nudging your lips. Your tongue darts out, flicking against his head, and he adjusts himself so he’s kneeling over you.

Opening your mouth, you take him as far as you can, and almost like he’s rewarding you for it, Hyunjin’s lips close around your clit. Surprised, you yelp around Jeongin’s length, hips bucking into Hyunjin’s face of their own accord; in response, another finger is eased into your core and you suck in a sharp breath of air.

That’s the moment Jeongin chooses to thrust shallowly into your mouth. You gag and get embarrassingly close to coming - Hyunjin lifts his head, feeling your weeping pussy seize his fingers.

‘She liked that,’ he remarks.

You don’t even get to reply because there’s an alpha cock fucking itself down your throat, surrounding you with the scent of mint and lavender. You’re not sure when you moved your hands but now they’re curled under the backs of his thighs, your nails sinking into his skin as he uses your mouth, and he’s got your hair fisted in his fingers for better leverage - even through the haze of your heat you can see his knuckles are still swollen and cut up from the fight.

He must have been pretty wound up because you can feel him tensing under your palms, curses flowing from his lips as he wrenches himself out of your mouth and basically shoves Hyunjin out of the way. There’s a moment where you’re painfully empty, bereft of Hyunjin’s nimble fingers, and then Jeongin slams his cock inside you, rutting into you once, twice, before he comes, his knot swelling within you and filling you up.

‘So good for us, omega,’ Hyunjin coos, appearing at your side.

Cupping your chin, he kisses you and you can taste yourself on him as he licks into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours. Jeongin pushes him to the side, grumbling and barging him with his shoulder so he can press his lips to your scent gland, sucking a love bite just below it, his teeth grazing over your skin. You giggle at the look on Hyunjin’s face, cute and pouty despite the fact that you can feel his cock, stiff and leaking precum all over your thigh.

While you wait for Jeongin’s knot to go down, the two of them take turns kissing you, Hyunjin sometimes sneaking kisses to Jeongin too. It’s like you’re in heaven: stuffed full and content, with two alphas paying their utmost attention to you.

Finally, Jeongin eases out, and you feel the hot spill of his come - and maybe some of Changbin’s too - ooze from your stretched out pussy. He scoops up as much of it as he can and pushes it right back in, licking his fingers after: your body is wracked by a shiver at the sight, cunt aching to be filled again.

‘Need another load?’ Hyunjin teases, seeing the hungry look in your eyes.

‘Get on with it already, alpha,’ you snark back.

Eagerly, Hyunjin slots himself between your legs, gliding his cock head through your folds a few times before he plunges in. It shuts you up, fast. Throwing his head back, he groans, just a little louder than the wet, sucking sounds your pussy makes as he begins to move; there’s come slopping out of you with each thrust, smearing over the tops of your thighs and his, and he fucks it right back into you until you’re keening, bucking into him.

‘Shit,’ he moans. ‘Keep on fucking doing that, sweet omega.’

Breathless, you obey, rolling your hips to meet his so fervently that your muscles begin to burn, but it’s the good kind, the type of sensation that comes before your legs lock up, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure hits you so hard you go limp.

Pinching and rubbing at your clit in a way that is glorious, Hyunjin dips his head, giving you another kiss that tastes like you, and suddenly, at the touch of his lips to yours, you’re coming, shaking so hard that you’re shaking him. He groans your name, hands tangling in your hair to hold your face to his, and he travels a little lower to mouth at the hollow of your throat.

‘Taking me so well,’ he rasps. ‘Fitting around me just right, omega.’

A little jolt of lightning shoots through you as he lurches a little further into your cunt, coming, and there’s already so much seed inside you that a little bit seeps out around his knot, fat drops slipping down your skin. Sighing contentedly, you stretch your arms above your head as Hyunjin rests his head on your chest. You can feel the dull pain of your heat receding, giving way to a hint of lucidity, and now that the adrenaline is leaving your system, you start to feel aches flaring up all over your body.

Lifting your head, you keep a hand on the back of Hyunjin’s head so he doesn’t slide off you as you search for the familiar scent of clean linen and cinnamon, craning your neck as you twist to check he’s not among the boys dozing on the mattress around you. Just before you call out his name, the door to the room opens, and he walks in, cheeks full with some food he must have raided from the keep’s storeroom.

Jisung sees your face and immediately strides over. ‘Feeling okay, omega?’

You nod. ‘I think it’s almost passed.’

A stab of guilt punches through you. Jisung’s waited his turn, and there’s a chance that if you fall asleep now, you’ll wake up and find your heat has broken. He must smell the worry on your scent, because he leans forward and tucks some of your tangled hair behind your ear.

‘It’s okay, jagi,’ he reassures. ‘This is about you. Rest now.’

You’re already dreaming by the time he finishes his sentence.

‘Are you sure?’ Jisung clarifies again, even though you’re certain he can still smell the lingering honey of your heat on your scent.

‘Yes, alpha,’ you huff, unable to hide the petulance in your voice.

He raises an eyebrow.

‘Please,’ you whine. ‘Need your knot, Ji, please, alpha.’

‘Okay, but you tell me if you’re too sensitive, alright?’

You nod, already bucking your hips which succeeds to do nothing but drag his cock head through your folds. You’d woken up surrounded by Jisung’s crisp linen and cinnamon scent, the low burning need for a knot clawing at your insides, subdued at least by the seven other knots you’ve taken but still insistent enough that you needed Jisung inside you.

A wretched cry leaves you as he seats his cock inside you - he pauses, throwing his head back, biting his lips to stifle a moan - and you feel him twitch from within your squeezing walls. You’re not surprised; he’s been stuck in a keep with his omega’s scent rubbed all over him, the mattress and his pack mates, driving him crazy.

‘Fucking hell, omega,’ he mumbles, nuzzling at your face before he kisses you. ‘Don’t know how long I’m gonna last.’

Jisung begins to move, slowly but deep, a little smile pulling at his lips as he looks you right in the eyes, lacing his fingers with yours where they rest on the pillows beneath your head. He’s gentle, aware that you’re sore, pressing feather light kisses to the hickeys decorating your skin - some of which you don’t even remember exactly who gave to you, your memories clouded by your heat - and slowing his pace if your face screws up or your fingers tighten too hard on his.

Wrapping your legs around his trimmed waist, you pull him closer, crossing your ankles at the small of his back. His hand trails down and begins to rub steadily at your clit, and you feel the stirrings of heaven beginning to rouse within you: your toes curl, and a drawn out whine escapes from your throat, urging him onwards.

Jisung’s fingers speed up on your clit. ‘Come for me, omega.’

You keen as shockwaves run through you, leaving you spent, out of breath, pussy raw. Fractionally, Jisung slows the pace he’s thrusting into you, whispering sweet nothings onto your lips like prayers - your fingers sweep through his soft hair, the rest of your body limp against the mattress as you gaze up at him, eyes glazed.

‘Alpha,’ you whimper - it’s all you have the energy for.

‘Shit, omega - ’

Jisung cums with a gasp, knot locking into place as he trembles above you, trying to control the way he rocks his hips , grinding himself impossibly deeper into you. A tear slips down your cheek and he licks it off, the tender look in his eyes leaving you all melty in his arms.

Your pussy flutters around him, constricting around his knot as he carefully rolls the two of you over for you to lie on his chest, legs curled up either side of him so you can soak up the feel of his skin against yours. His arms wrap around you, and another hand, calloused from hours working in the smithy, brushes over your back before lips press against your shoulder blade.

‘How’s she doing?’ Chan whispers.

‘Good,’ you hum, answering for Jisung and cracking your eyes open a millimetre. ‘Really good. Really tired, too.’

He chuckles. ‘I’m not surprised, sweetheart.’

Minho speaks up, saying something that makes Jisung’s wide chest vibrate beneath your ear with a quiet laugh, but you don’t really hear it at all - your brain feels like it’s made out of cotton, and your limbs feel light and airy, Jisung’s skin so soft it’s as if you’re floating on a cloud.

‘Love you, alpha,’ you murmur.

You don’t clarify, and they don’t ask, but they know you mean each and every one of them.

When you next rouse yourself, you’re fully lucid, and Changbin’s shouting at someone from inside the bathroom. Groaning, you rub your eyes, and a low, tired throb emanates from between your legs - solid proof that your alphas took care of you through your heat, like they always do. You remember it: most of it vividly, some of it in flashes.

Flopping your arms out, you’re met with unpleasantly cold sheets. A frown furrows your brow and you lift your head - now that you’re shaking off the last dregs of your heat and the long sleep that has left a small bit of drool on the pillow beneath your head, you can faintly hear your pack’s voices. From what it sounds, most of them are in the corridor or the great hall, and you can just about pick up other voices too: the omegas you rescued.

You can also hear Changbin, clear as day, muttering grumpily to himself. Snickering, you listen closer, catching something about Seungmin, that little shit and damn towel. You open your mouth, ready to call out to him -

‘Seungmin!’ He yells, so loud you jump. ‘I know you can hear me! Where’s my towel?’

With a groan, you heave yourself upright and pull on the first shirt available: immediately, Jisung’s scent wraps tight around you. Choking on a laugh that you fail to stifle, you shuffle to the edge of the bed and climb off, taking pity on Changbin, while - rolling his eyes so hard it looks like there’s someone behind them pulling them with strings - Seungmin bursts through the bedroom door.

Just in time to see your legs buckle.

He darts across the room and manages to break your fall as you crumple to the floor, muscles protesting. Unfortunately, you manage to take him down with you and he laughs, loud enough for Changbin to hear it and think he’s the one getting made fun of, but with a mischievous spark dancing in his eyes that you know is aimed at you.

‘You’re acting as if you didn’t contribute to this,’ you retort, attempting to pull yourself up.

There’s a steady burning in your thighs, and once you’re upright, you’re wobbling like a newborn calf. Seungmin snorts, knocking you backwards onto the bed and kissing you, fending off your hands as you attempt to punch him in the ribs. Eventually, he lets up, mostly because Changbin has started screeching threats from inside the bathroom that can be heard over your giggled protests.

He sorts out his mussed hair. ‘I don’t regret contributing whatsoever. In fact, I enjoyed it.’

‘You’re always so smug after knotting me, huh?’ You send him a rude gesture.

‘As if you didn’t - ’

‘Seungmin, I swear - ’

Both of you giggle, and Changbin splutters, hearing your laughter. Still chuckling, Seungmin scoops you up in his arms and retrieves a towel that’s been stowed behind one of the pillows, taking his time to open the bathroom door and hand it back to him. Seeing Changbin, his damp hair hanging over his eyes as he grumbles at the two of you, unable to fulfil his threats with Seungmin using you as a human shield, sets the two of you off again.

The sound of your laughter attracts your other alphas. They file into the room, and Chan smiles fondly as he sees you Seungmin’s arms. Jeongin walks over and nuzzles his face into your hair, kissing your earlobe and pausing there.

‘Legs out of commission after being fucked too good, huh?’

‘Jeongin,’ you hiss, slapping his arm. Seungmin has the audacity to high five him.

Chan attempts to hide a laugh. ‘I’m going to ignore that.’

‘Well, you better not ignore Seungmin stealing and hiding my towel,’ Changbin mutters.

Seungmin laughs again, and you get passed to Jeongin while he wards off Changbin, who is still clad in just a towel. Warmth fills you - it’s good to have your boys happy and playful after seeing them taken and hurt by Goemul. You’re whole again now that you’ve got them back.

Eventually, the two of them calm down, and Chan smiles at you in a way that makes your heart swell and overflow in your chest.

‘Ready to go home, omega?’

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fyi: goemul = monster in korean

[minniesmutt]

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     Y/n hated that her heat lined up with the full moon. The days leading up to the full moon weren’t terrible but the night of was a different story. 

     The eight alphas knew just by the scent. That heavy, delicious scent that filled the house. To them. It was a pain for Y/n. 

     Her eight alphas were gone most of the day at work while she was home alone, horny and in pain. No one seemed to be answering their phones either. 

     She was rotating between all their numbers throughout the day until Hyunjin finally picked up. 

     “Hey darling, everything okay? Saw you called a few times.”

     “Are you guys busy?” Y/n asked 

     “Yeah. They had us filming a Skz Code. We’ve mostly had our phones off but we just got finished. What’s wrong?”

     “Sorry for spamming all your phones,” Y/n groaned as she curled into herself in her little nest on their bed, “My heat started so —“

     “It did?!” Hyunjin yelled

     She heard a little more commotion on his side of the phone till Seungmin’s voice rang through the speaker, “You’re heat started pup?”

     “Yeah…”

     “Did you make your nest?” Changbins voice came

     “Mhmm. Not enough though,”

     “We’re almost done filming. Can you hang on for just another hour?” Chan asked 

     “I don’t think so…”

     “Sure you can jagiya,” Mingo said

     “Wait, who has the lovense on their phone? Think that would help?” Hyunjin asked

     “We all do,” Jeongin said

     Y/n groaned as she snuggled into the pile of t-shirts, Jisung and Felix’s scents mixing and filling her nose. 

     “Can you grab the toy box, baby?” Chan asked 

     Y/n managed to get up and grab their sex toy collection, “Got it.”

     “Grab the lovense baby,” the oldest instructed

     The omega grabbed the toy and sat back on the bed, in her safe space. “Got it.”

     “Slip it in and turn it on for us baby. We’re on our way home,” Hyunjin said

     Y/n slipped off her bottoms and underwear and tossed them into the hamper. She spread her legs, slick coating her folds making it easy for her to slip to toy in and lay back. “On,” Y/n said 

     “It’s on.”

     Y/n was about to ask him something when the vibrations kicked on. It didn't help her heat issue at all but it did make the time fly by. Before she knew it all eight of her mates were fighting to get to her side. But there wasn't any race when Chan was the fastest in their pack—practically jumping over the rest of them and into Y/n's nest.

     “Didn’t make you wait too long, did we?" Chan asked as he pressed his lips to hers.

     “You did. 'S okay though,” Y/n mumbled against his lips as the rest filled the room, groaning as they saw their leader pressed against their favorite omega.

     “Come on Chan!" Jisung groaned in annoyance.

     “Don’t keep her waiting." Minho interrupted as he made room for himself. The other six followed suit. Making room for all of them somehow. 

     Jeongin pulled out the vibrating toy and tossed it to the floor. Felix had somehow managed to get Chan off her with minimal growling and pushed up her legs. Seungmin sat her up just a bit and pulled off her shirt. Leaving her naked and for them to play with and mark up as they please.

     “Why are you going first?” Changbin whined

     “Got here first,” Felix said as he pushed his pants down and pushed his tip to her aching hole.

     “Actually I got there first,” Chan chimed in

     “But you let Felix get away with everything,” Jisung said

     “Someone just breed me!” Y/n yelled, cutting off any argument, “Don’t care if it’s one or eight, just please!”

     “Can she take all eight of us?” Jeongin asked

     “Let’s not find out,” Hyunjin said, a bit concerned

     “Maybe just two of us at a time,” Chan suggested

     “So who’s in with me,” Felix said as he pushed into her.

     “Fuck,” Y/n groaned, some of the pressure already being relieved.

     “Move over,” Minho said and maneuvered his way under her. The boys helped her sit up as Minho got under her and lined his cock up with her back end. Slowly pushing into her with Felix’s help.

     “Think she could take three,” Seungmin shrugged

     “You’re just desperate to knot her,” Changbin said

     “We all are. Which is why there’s usually a system—” Chan started

     “Fuck that system,” Y/n moaned as both the alpha’s started thrusting into her

     “And she’s desperate to be knotted,” Seungmin argued

     “No one is going to have room once our knots swell,” Felix groaned as he moved in sync with Minho

     “Could you imagine taking two knots in one hole,” Jisung shivered

     “You want to find out?” Jeongin teased

     “Innie,” Y/n moaned

     “She wants your attention Innie,” Jisung teased back

     “Hey pretty pup,” Jeongin leaned down over her. Y/n wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down to her lips. Moaning into his mouth as the other two alphas moved in and out of her.

     “Pretty thing’s about to cum,” Minho chuckled 

     “Kept her waiting all day. Surprised she hasn’t already,” Seungmin teased

     Y/n gripped onto Jeongin as she clenched around both the alphas inside her. Not being able to hold back her impending high anymore. She practically was shaking as Minho and Felix's knots swelled inside her. Their own orgasms building and building until she felt their cum flood both her entrances. Trapping themselves inside her until their knots deflated. Though she knew from previous experience that it would only be a couple of minutes before they could slip out of her, that felt like an eternity for the six other alphas, desperate to also breed their omega.

     As soon as Felix had pulled out of her, Jeongin rushed to fill the empty spot. Pulling her into him and pulling her off Minho. Changbin maneuvered Jeongin onto his back and slid into the omega. The youngest alpha grabbed hold of her hips as Changbin held onto her waist. 

     Both holding her steady as they rutted into her. Y/n tried holding herself up as best she could but it didn’t last long with the two alphas desperation, knots building and trying to get inside her with each thrust, the scent of the four alphas waiting to breed her, and the two that had their turns but staying to watch. Falling onto Jeongin’s chest just for him to wrap his arms around her and press her closer to him.

     Y/n moaned into the alpha’s chest as both of them pumped themselves in and out until their knots swelled inside her. Her hands grasped Jeongins shoulders, nails leaning crescent marks on his shoulders. Feeling Changbins hands hold her tightly, practically pinning her down onto the second alpha. Two more loads simultaneously spilled into her which riveted her second orgasm. All while she was trapped between two alphas with four more to go.

     The two slowly pulled out of her once their knots deflated. Chan helped her off the youngest and pulled her against his body. “Need a break pup?” Chan asked, planting kisses on her skin.

     “No. More,” Y/n whined, pressing herself into him. Chan laid back into the nest, helped her straddle him, and slipped inside her. Pushing back in the cum that spilled out. Y/n moaned as he pushed in and she got a whiff of a second scent behind her. Immediately knowing it was Seungmin behind her. 

     “Extra needy today?” Seungmin teased as he managed to slip into her second hole. 

     Y/n nodded as Chan grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth against them. Seungmin kissed her shoulders and helped hold her up, helping the oldest move her against them. 

     Y/n placed her hands on Chan’s chest, missing as Seungmin nipped her shoulders and neck. Their paces slowly picked up till they were no longer moving her and thrusting recklessly into her. Her senses were still in overload with all their scent which sent her spiraling over to another orgasm. Clenching around the two alphas. Both groaned and picked up their pace until their knots were lodged inside her. Filling her with two more loads and making sure they stuck. 

     Y/n could do nothing but moan and milk then as much as she could before that pulled out and eagerly Jisung and Hyunjin filled their spots— briefly arguing on which one of them would get her cunt before Jisung pushed himself in and claimed the hole. Y/n laid on her side with Jisung in front of her and Hyunjin sliding in behind her. 

     Both desperately thrust into her and kissed along her exposed skin. Y/n didn’t have much of her energy left to grasp onto them or claw at their skin. Simply getting drunker and drunker on their scents. Whining endlessly as the two thrusting into her seemed to do the same. She was whining as they kissed her skin as she clenched around them. 

     It was only a matter of seconds later that she was cumming again. Sensitive from everything around her breaking her down one last time as the two alphas desperately worked to theirs. Knotting her one last time before she could rest into the bed. 

     “Feel better?” Hyunjin asked from behind her

     Y/n nodded, eyes drooping. Her body was ready to sleep.

     “Hey sleepy, gotta clean you up,” Minho’s voice came 

     “Bath,” Y/n whined

     “With who pup?” Felix asked 

     “Bin.”

     Y/n zoned out as the alphas did their aftercare chores. Jisung and Hyunjin slipped out of her once they were able to and Changbin helped her into the bathroom. A warm bath waiting for her and Changbin helped her in before getting in behind her. He gently helped her clean herself— doing all of the work really. 

     “Tired?” Changbin asked and kissed her cheek 

     “Mhmm,” Y/n hummed 

     “Still got to eat something, baby. Didn’t eat today did you?”

     “No,” Y/n admitted 

     “Still got to eat when you’re in heat.”

     Y/n cuddled into him as he finished cleaning her, helped her out, and got her dressed before joining the rest of the group in the living room with food. Y/n found herself curled up with Felix. The group turned on a movie and joked about for what Y/n could remember. She ate a little bit of the food before falling asleep on Felix.

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fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

[omegaworld]

The maze runner masterlist

Omegas from Sector A [series/omegaverse]

[Alpha!Minho x omega!reader] - One-shot, Extra 1

summary: Y/n was not only the first girl to be sent to the clearing (from sector A) but also the first omega. How will the boys deal with her when they realize she's not exactly what they'd expect from an omega?

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[Alpha!Newt x omega!reader] - One-shot, Extra 1

summary: Y/n was the second omega in the clearing (from sector A). Something about it simply awakens Newt's usually calm inner alpha and he can't explain why.

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[Alpha!Aris x omega!reader] - Part 1, Part... - in progress

summary: Y/n was the third omega sent to the clearing (from sector A). Calm but determined, she doesn't find anyone she likes in her clearing, but what will happen when, after arriving at the shelter, her eyes meet a certain alpha that the others seem to find strange?

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[Alpha!Gally x omega!reader] - Part 1, Extra 1, Part 2 - final, Extra 2

summary: Y/n was the fourth omega to arrive in sector A, exhausted by the mistreatment of the omegas in the clearing, how will Gally react when another one arrives in the box? What if this time she has a totally different reaction to the others?

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All Bark and No Bite - 19

oops i couldn’t wait for the weekend 😅 happy 4th of july to my fellow american homies 🫡🫡

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

Previous - Next

Chapter warnings: Afab/fem reader, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f + m), kissing, Dom!Chan, Dom!Minho, Dom!Seungmin, Sub!reader, subspace, threesome (m/f/m), Double penetration (mouth and Vagina), 2min being absolute deviants, face smacking, choking, crying (a TON), Dacryphilia, voyeurism, spanking, sir kink, dirty talk, pet names, spit, cum eating, fluff, angst, cursing, violence, blood, threats, broken bones, (sorry to all the wooyoung stans- this hurt me to write), Chan is not a good guy here but he’s hot so 🫠🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

WC: 10.2k

Sun beams streamed into the room, the early morning light dancing across your lids as you woke up. You groggily creaked your eyes open then instinctually reached your hand over to find your alpha- though you found the spot empty. Chan's side of the bed was cold, he had to have been up for far longer than you.

Click 

Clack

Click

 There was a quiet clicking sound that filled the room. It was the first thing you really took notice of as you came to your wits.You rubbed your eyes and lightly lifted your head up. In the corner of the room at his laptop sat Chan. He was still in his underwear that he wore to bed and he was typing away at the keyboard in front of him. He hadn’t noticed that you had awoken yet, so you observed him for a few minutes. His brow was furrowed and he kissed his teeth. 

The alpha typed away for a few more minutes, then he sighed in frustration and threw his head back. It was at that moment he noticed you were awake, looking at him with sleepy eyes. He smiled at you with a tender look. “Good morning, gorgeous.”  

“Mmph. Morning Channie. What are you doin?” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and reached your arms up in a stretch. 

He sighed again and turned back around to his computer. “Just some work that couldn’t wait until after the weekend.” He wouldn’t tell you that he had gotten up early to do some digging on Wooyoung and had gotten fed up when he didn’t find anything of note then checked his work emails. “There's a buyer who wants to see a huge property a town over.” 

You padded slowly over to your alpha and draped yourself over his shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. “That must be exciting for the company.” 

“Mmhm, it’s a really expensive piece of land. The buyer wants to get this deal done asap and is sending me over there tomorrow to meet with them. On a fucking sunday.” He huffed and rolled his eyes.

 You could feel his frustration radiating out of him so you brought a hand up to his head and ran your fingers through his curls, trying to comfort him. You felt him physically relax and you let out a gentle purr. “M’ sorry alpha. You work so hard for your company, you deserve some time off.” 

He snorted, “Yeah like that’s going to happen anytime soon. I’ve already taken too much time off the last few weeks thanks to a certain someone.” He playfully kisses your arm that was wrapped around him then leans into you. “My old man understands how important bonding with an omega is so he’s been lenient but since I’m the one that's going to take over the business I have to make sacrifices sometimes. Being able to provide a comfortable life for you and the pack makes it all worth it though.” 

“You’re a good man, Chan.” You kissed his neck again, your scent sweetening with your pure love for him. The smell was so heavenly it made his eyes almost roll into the back of his head. “I am so lucky to have the most perfect Alpha as my mate.” 

Chan tried to hide his bashfulness and the dusting of pink that appeared on his cheeks by turning his head but you managed to catch a peek anyways. You giggled and reached a hand to pinch his cheek. He shook his head and laughed along with you. “Don’t tease me! And don’t pretend you're not the perfect one, my little omega.” He turned and gave you a kiss on your lips this time and hummed. “I do have to get back to this for now though my love. Not much longer.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” You stood but kept your hands on his shoulders, massaging them lightly. 

He turned back to look at you with a smirk and his eyes shining with mischievous intent, “Wellll there's one thing I can think of…” 

“Hmm,” You hummed wearily, “what’s that Channie?” 

“Cockwarm me while I work.” 

You choked on your air intake. That is certainly not what you had in mind. “You- you want me to do what?” 

He patted his lap cheekily, making you look down to notice his member hardening in his boxers. “Come on pretty omega, take a seat on alphas dick and keep me company. That would really help me get some work done.” His grin was teasing as if daring you to do as he asked, as if you truly had an option. 

You licked your lips as you felt your panties dampen instinctually. You weren’t naive enough to think it would help him that much or that his intentions were pure but you also weren’t going to deny your alpha anything he desired- which right now was you.  

Your hands fell from his shoulders as you circled around to the front of his chair. You held eye contact with him when you crouched down in front of him and reached for the hem of his underwear. His gaze was sharp as he took in your every miniscule movement,brown orbs  already dilating like a beast of prey. Your breath was shaky when you hooked your pointer fingers into the hem and slowly pulled them down his thighs until his hard length sprang out and slapped against his stomach.  

You stood up again and this time pulled your own panties down, letting them fall to the floor as you stepped out of them. Chan licked his teeth and patted his lap once again. “Your throne, my queen.” 

That made you huff a laugh and eased your nerves a little. 

“You’re a dork.” 

 Bracing your hands on his shoulders you positioned yourself to be straddling his lap and he helped you line yourself up. With a deep breath to prepare for the stretch, you sank down onto him and engulfed him completely. Your eyes screwed shut and you let out a whimpering moan. Chan sighed blissfully when you were fully seated, his strong arms pulling you into his chest. 

“Thata girl.” 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gave him a small grind. He held back a moan, instead tutting at you. “Uh uh baby, just sit still f’ me and keep me warm.” 

Settling into a good position the both of you let out a content sigh. You kept your head buried into the crook of his neck while he let go of you and went back to his laptop. You closed your eyes and relaxed into him, trying to pass the time with a nap. The both of you managed to sit like that for about a half hour. You did your best to focus on napping but you were beginning to get needier and needier. Chan was doing a good job at keeping a poker face and typing away as if you weren’t clenching and leaking all over his dick. 

Your thighs started to burn from the position you were stuck in so you tried to subtly adjust to relieve some tension, but the movement made you push him deeper into you. You let out a quiet moan when you felt him twitch inside of you and couldn’t help but shift your hips, making your walls drag against him which caused him to moan in return. 

“F-fuck baby, can’t go moving your hips like that.” 

“M sorry, you just feel so good.” You whined in his ear. You could feel your slick dripping out of you and onto Chan's dick,“S’deep in me, feels so good alpha.” 

He let out a growl at your words, his resolve quickly crumbling. “Feelin’ needy now, baby? Can’t even sit here and be good, you need your alpha to take care of you?” 

You nodded rapidly, clenching around him tightly at his words. “Uh huh. I tried to be good for you Alpha. I sat here as long as I could.” 

“Well it’s a good thing I’ve just answered my last email then huh?” 

With no warning the man beneath you lifted his hips to buck into you, making your back arch as you moaned. “Nnnnghh alpha!” 

“Hold on to me baby.” 

You did as you were told, tightening your hold on his shoulders. When he felt that, Chan put his hands under your spread thighs and gripped the meat there. He used his strength to lift your body up then brought you down again. You felt every ridge and vein of his cock rub against your walls, making you whine and throw your head back. 

Chan used your body as if it was his own personal fleshlight, lifting you up and down over and over again. His panting in your ear sent shivers down your spine. The alpha relished in the feeling of your slick dripping out of you and falling down to his thighs, the sloshing making him want to pound into you even harder. Your little breathy ‘ah’s filled the room along with the sounds of your ever accumulating slick.

“Fucking hell omega, you’re taking me so well. Nice and tight and so fucking wet. Is that slick all f’ me?” You were too caught up in the pleasure, not registering that he had asked you a question. The alpha halted his movements, making you let out a desperate whine that turned to a cry when he laid a sharp slap against your butt. After he smacked it he grabbed a handful of the tender flesh and squeezed. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.” 

“Yes yes! M’ so wet for my alpha.” You began to cry as you tried to bounce on his dick but he kept you stationary. He gave your ass another hard slap, this time groaning when he felt you clench down on him even as you hissed from the pain. “Please alpha, need to move, need to cum please.” 

He hummed in thought as if weighing his options. You couldn’t stop your squirming as you tried to gain more friction but his hold on you was too tight. Just when you were about to cry again he delivered one more stinging strike to your skin, then roughly fucked up into you and resumed his previous pace. 

Your nails were clawing into his bare shoulders as you felt your high approaching quickly. You started nibbling on his neck hoping to stimulate the man even more than he already was and it seemed like your efforts were not in vain. 

“Fuck omega, I’m getting so close, need to feel you cum on my cock then alpha will give you his knot. You want alphas knot, pretty girl?” His voice was throaty and rough and it made your eyes roll with how sexy it sounded as it sent you even further into that deep subspace that only he could send you too. The alpha could make your brain fuzzy with a single look; when he fucked you it sent it into overdrive. 

“Uh huh, wan’ your knot.” Your words were slurred, barely making it out of your mouth before he changed up the tempo and made his movements more of a deep grind into your core, hitting your special spot and also letting his pelvis rub perfectly against your clit. “Fuck oh my god gonna cum. Alpha m’ gonna cum!” 

“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess on my lap.” 

With his permission you let go and felt the snap within you, your pussy tightening around him as you came. “Ngggggghhhhhhh Channie! Alpha!” 

There was a deep rumble from within the man's chest as he gave into his instincts and started rutting up into you harder than ever before, making you scream at the overstimulation. He gave you three more rough thrusts before you felt his knot begin to inflate within you, locking himself into place within you and warm spurts of his essence coated your walls. You couldn’t stop spasming and squirming on his lap as you felt him fill you to the brim. 

After a few moments Chan seemed to catch his breath but you couldn’t stop shaking and whining. He let go of his hold on your thighs and ass, bringing one hand to the back of your head as he stroked you to soothe you. “Shh baby, you’re ok. I’ve got ya.” He gave your cheek a gentle kiss and he pumped out calming pheromones. It took you a few minutes to finally come back down to earth. When you came to your senses you lifted your face from his neck, both your face and his neck were wet with your tears and you looked dazed. “Are you ok my love?” You nodded with a ‘hmfp’. He chuckled at how cute you were. “Did alpha fuck you too good?” 

You nodded again and felt your face heat up at his words. “Mmhmm. So good. Missed alphas cock.” 

“My baby is turning dirty!” He mocked a gasp in shock. “You’re spending too much time with those heathens, they’re corrupting you.” 

You giggled and kissed his cheek, “I think it’s you who's doing the corrupting around here Channie.” You tilted your face to align with his and you gave him a deep kiss on his plump lips. His tongue invaded your mouth and mingled with your own, giving you a taste of each other. 

He pulled away with a loud ‘mwah’ and rubbed your noses together, making you giggle and peck his lips again. You could feel his knot beginning to deflate, so the alpha adjusted his hold on you to lift you up gently and pull you off of his member. You hissed when you felt him leave your body, the knot not yet down completely so it gave you a small tug as it left you. That pain turned to relief when you were able to move your legs- the appendages burning from the held position. 

Chan helped you off his lap and to your feet. Your legs felt like jelly and almost gave out but he was there to catch you and steady you. “Easy baby, gotta be careful after a rockus love making like that.” His tone was cocky and he grinned the same way, making you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him. “You watch that little tongue of yours omega, you stick it out too much and something may just come by and snatch it!” He made a quick pinching motion at your face making you squeal and back away from him. 

“You can’t have it, it's mine!” You pushed his hands away as they reached out to grab you again, both of you unable to control your laughter. “Get away you monster!” 

“Monster? Oh no baby, I’m the big bad wolf.” He grinned evilly and wiggled his fingers at you. “And if I catch you I’m gonna eat you up.” 

“You won’t eat me!” You backed away further and towards the door while still keeping your eyes on him. Just as your hand reached the doorknob he pounced, making you shriek. “Ahhh no no no!” You wretched the door open and flew out of the room, the alpha hot on your tail.

“Where ya goin little red? Don’t you wanna play with the wolf?” He reached for you but you barely made it past his fingertips.

“No thanks! I don’t play with monsters!” You managed to get down the hall to the bathroom in the hallway, closing it and locking it a mere second before your alpha got to the door. “Yes I made it! Take that you dirty wolf!” He pretended to scratch at the door and you stuck out your tongue again at the door. “You can’t see it but I’m sticking my tongue out at you!” 

You could hear him chuckle and scratch at the door again. “Come on out and play with me some more little omega. Give this wolf another taste of you.” Both of you knew he could make you come out if he really wanted too, but the chase was more fun. No sense in ending it with an alpha command. 

“Nuh uh, I’m fine here.” 

“Hmm, I’ll get my hands on you eventually, little red. I am a patient wolf.” The playful bite in his tone sent a quiver through your body and your brain fuzzy. It made your hands twitch and you almost opened the door for him. Almost. 

“We’ll see about that. Now get outta here so you don’t listen to me pee!” 

He just laughed and then you heard his footsteps walk away from the door. 

Coming out of the bathroom after doing your business and brushing your teeth you caught a glimpse of a stocky figure rounding a corner down the hall. 

Changbin 

You sped after him reaching your hand out before he could go into his room. “Binnie, wait. Where have you been? Are you ok?” 

His head spun around to you then quickly back around, not looking you in the eye and seeming nervous. “Hi Y/n.” 

“Y/n? Since when do you call me by my real name?” You were confused and honestly a little hurt and it showed in your voice. You reached a hand out to touch his shoulder but he jerked it away, still not looking at you. “And why won’t you look at me? Have I done something wrong?”

That made him whip his head back to you, balking at you. “You get borderline assaulted because of me… and you ask me if you did something wrong? Are you serious?” 

“Oh Bin..” You knew he would be taking it hard. “I’m fi-” 

“Don’t say you're fine or it’s ok like I know you’re about too. It’s not ok, Y/n.” He put up a hand and cut you off. His hard gaze went back to the floor. You could just barely see his lash line fill with unshed tears. “Nothing about me being a shitty alpha to you is ok, so let’s not stand here and pretend it is.” 

You shook your head, a deep furrow in your brow. “Binnie don’t say that-” 

“It’s true! If I had been more aware -paid more attention to you- then you would have never been grabbed, let alone touched at all. I selfishly put my own wants before your needs. A good alpha wouldn’t have let that creep touch you.” His voice was raised and harsher than you had ever heard it. Usually he was loud with laughter and fun; it felt unnatural and made a pit settle in your stomach.

Now your own eyes were filled with liquid and all you wanted was to comfort him. “Changbin, it’s not your fault. Will you look at me please?” He still refused to look at you, choosing to keep his head down instead but you did see him sniffle a little bit.

“I don’t deserve to look at you.” 

“Seo Changbin” You tried to make your voice as hard as possible and you put your hands on his cheeks tilting his head back up and making him look at you. “Look at me. I. am. Fine. Do I look hurt? Do I seem like something is wrong with me?” 

“No..” He mumbled, a tear escaping his eye. You were quick to wipe it away with your thumb. 

“Then why are you beating yourself up about it, huh? I am here safe with the pack. Safe with you. We are all here together safe and sound, isn’t that all that matters?” 

“Only because Minho stepped in.. If he hadn't, who knows what could have happened to you.” By now the tears were streaming down the man's face, wetting his cheeks and your hands that still held them. 

“Changbin, that is enough! You are a great alpha and I have no doubt in my mind you would have come to my rescue soon enough. And it doesn’t matter who got there first anyway, what is important is that you and I are both here together. So please, please stop being so hard on yourself. It’s breaking my heart. I cannot bear to see you so upset.” You meant every word and looking in your glassy eyes he knew you did. He knew you weren’t one to lie. 

The alpha couldn’t hold it in anymore and released a quiet sob, attacking you into a much needed hug. “M’ so sorry baby. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would have done if he had hurt you.” 

Even though you were also crying you attempted to sooth him, your hand going from his face to his back as you held on to him. “Shh it’s ok. I love you too, Changbin. My sweet, wonderful, handsome alpha.” 

He sobbed even harder, his grip on you tightening as he tried to get as close to you as possible. You let him hold on to you for as long as he needed, the both of you crying and comforting the other. After a few minutes he slowly pulled back from the hug, instead choosing to bring your mouths together for a tender kiss. You practically melted into his kiss, his soft lips molding with yours. Even though there was no teasing or tongue involved it was just as deep and full of passion. 

This time it was you who pulled back first, your hands coming back up to his face and wiping away the remaining wetness from his perfectly rounded cheeks. “No more tears from you, I can’t stand to see you in pain.” You whispered, giving him your most sincere eyes. 

“Now you know how I feel when you cry.” He replied just as quietly. Changbin gave you one last quick peck then let you go completely, stepping back from you and a pink tinge appearing on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and you couldn’t help but to giggle. Of course you giggling made him join you; your laugh was just that contagious. 

The mood was instantly lightened, the tension visibly lifting from the alpha as he calmed down. But there was still a question remaining in your mind. “Binnie, where did you go last night? I didn’t sense that you came home, I was worried.” 

“I uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I just spent the night walking around the woods. I was too ashamed to face you or Minho, so I thought it was easier to just walk home from the carnival to collect my thoughts.” 

You nodded in understanding, grabbing his hand and rubbing the back of his knuckles. “I’m just glad you came home at all. Chan told me he had talked to you but he didn’t specify what he had said so I was scared he had given you an unjust punishment.” You noticed the grimace in his expression. “Wait, did he? What did he say to you?” 

Bin shrugged as if it was no big deal but the crack in his voice gave him away. “Nothing crazy… He just took away my gym privileges for a while.” 

You quietly gasped and pulled him into another hug, “Oh Binnie, that’s horrible I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok Baby, all it means is I have to work out at home. Give ya a show.” He flexed his muscles at you, giving you a wink and making you laugh. 

“How about you come give me a show right now? I need to take a shower and you could join me if you want.”  You made a show of biting your lip dramatically and wiggling your eyebrows. 

Changbin burst into that high pitched laughter that you loved so much and nodded his head. “I could definitely use a shower after being outside all night.” 

You sniffed him and made a fake disgusted face, waving a hand in front of your face. “Yeah I’ll say.” 

“Hey now don’t you start bullying me! You’re turning into those jerks!” 

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O. YOU CAN’T TAKE ME HOT TO GO!” 

It was about three hours later after your shower with Changbin (which to your surprise did not turn sexual), and you were just finishing up sweeping the kitchen floors after you cleaned up breakfast while listening to music. You wanted to get a few things done today; feeling energized and needing to dance it out while you cleaned up. You offered Changbin to help you but he was exhausted after his night meandering the woods. 

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O, snap and clap and touch your toes

Raise your hands, now body roll, dance it out, you're hot to go” 

You did as the song said, bending down and body rolling, getting lost in the music. You were so thankful there was a radio in the kitchen. A low whistle from the kitchen entryway scared you, making you turn in fright and a hand fly to your chest. 

“Seungmin, stop scaring me!” 

The beta snickered, leaning on the wall. “Can’t help that we keep meeting like this little puppy.” His darkening eyes raked over your form, subconsciously licking his lips. He had observed you dancing for a few minutes before he whistled; drinking in the sight of you in a little maroon skirt and one of his t-shirts. Don’t get him started on the little peek of your little purple panties that he got to see while you were bent over. It was enough to make a grown man cry. 

A grumbled ‘hmpf’ left your lips and you crossed your arms, clearly unamused. “I don’t know if you have some sixth sense but you always seem to know when I’m distracted.” You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “You obsessed with me or something?” 

Seungmin scoffed and pushed off the wall, coming to stand right in front of you and keeping eye contact. “More than you know, little puppy.” His gaze was so intense it made you backup a foot until your back touched the edge of the counter, where the beta put his hands to cage you in. His eyes flickered to your lips then back to your own and he leaned down ever so slightly. 

Your lids began to close in anticipation of his kiss, but it didn’t come. Instead you were surprised again when you felt his hands go down to the back of your exposed thighs and you were suddenly lifted off the floor. “Seungmin!” You shrieked, and smacked at his shoulder. 

“Calm down pup, don’t go throwing hands I’m just putting you on the counter.” 

As he said he lifted you and seated you promptly on the counter behind you. Your legs were dangling off the side and Seungmin got another peak at your underwear.  

“You drive me crazy enough to throw hands so really I don’t think I am to blame.” You stuck out your tongue at him and he rolled his eyes, then pinched you quickly and backed away snickering. “Ow!” 

“Dramatic omega.” He wagged a finger at you in jest, laughing again when you huffed. The man turned and opened the freezer, pulling out two mini popsicles. “Put the claws away or you won’t get one of these.” He waved one around in front of you. 

You made grabby hands at the sweet treat , giving him your best teasing pleading voice. “Gimme please!” You cheered when the beta handed you the frozen pop. “Hell yeah!” 

Without wasting any time you unwrapped the treat and started to eat it. You hummed in satisfaction as you took in the flavor. Blue raspberry; your favorite. Seungmin just watched as you ate your pop lost in your own world. He felt the tent in his pants grow tighter as you sucked and licked the phallic ice pop and were oblivious to the show you were putting on for him. 

“That looks good, where’s mine?” 

Both you and Seungmin were pulled from your thoughts by Chan who had walked into the kitchen. 

“Uh” The beta stuttered, then pointed to the freezer. “I picked them up the other day, do you want one, Chan?” 

Chan had taken notice of you both before he even spoke, already getting a read on the younger male's dominant and lusty energy. Well, that, and he watched as Seungmin couldn’t take his eyes off of your sinful mouth or your panties that were on display. 

“Hmmm, no thanks Seung. But I may just steal a taste of yours, baby.” The alpha smiled cheekily as you happily stuck your treat out for him. He stuck his tongue out as if he was going to take a lick, then he chomped down quickly on your pop, biting off a large chunk. 

“NO HOW COULD YOU?!” You yelled, shocked at the sudden loss of your popsicle; your now blue mouth open and eyes wide. “YOU SAID YOU WANTED A TASTE! A TASTE!” 

Both boys were laughing at your plight as you stared down at your now almost gone pop. “M’ sorry my love, alpha will buy another whole case while I’m out, just for you. How’s that sound?” He brought you into a hug with you still sitting on the counter as you pouted. 

You perked up at the idea of your own box- then his other words registered in your brain. “Wait where are you going?” 

“Just gotta go run an errand. I won’t be too long.” There was something malicious behind his usually kind eyes, it was so subtle but you and Seungmin both caught it. Chan laid a kiss to your cold lips and gave your knee a pat. “Be good for Minnie, I’ll see you soon omega.” He winked then he was out of the room. 

You looked to Minnie hoping he would give you an answer to the alphas behavior but instead you found him already staring at you. Or more specifically the melting ice in your hand. The juice was dripping down your fingers now and you cursed softly when you noticed the mess it was about to create. 

Before you could grab a nearby towel to clean it up your wrist was grabbed by warm fingers. “M-minnie?” 

The beta plucked the stick from your hand and threw it in the sink a few feet away- the wood making a quiet thump as it landed. Seungmin took the hand that was in his grasp and lifted it up to his face and stuck out his tongue. You held your breath as he slowly licked up the dripping juice that lingered on your fingers. The action was so erotic and abrupt that you felt a flood of slick form in your underwear. 

Seungmin held eye contact while he licked and sucked each individual finger, and you were too entranced to move even an inch. Only after each finger had been ~thoroughly~  cleaned by him did Seungmin let you go. He licked his lips and smirked down at your still dumbstruck expression. “That was pretty tasty. I wonder what other sweet treat you're hiding from me.” 

The boy dropped a wink at you then he fell to his knees in front of you; his hands went to your bare thighs, where they made quick work of pushing your skirt up and out of the way of his next meal. He groaned at the sight of the wet patch of the front of your panties, making you feel self conscious and you threw your palms over your face. “Seungmin! We’re in the kitchen! We can’t do this here!”

He scoffed, “No better place to eat than in the kitchen.” You could feel his hand leave one of your thighs, then you felt the rough pad of what you could assume was his thumb on your clit, rubbing you through the purple material and making your hips buck on reflex. “Looks like you want it too, huh pretty puppy? Gonna sit like a good pup and let your master give you a treat?” 

You didn’t answer him while you sat in contemplation, but that was not what Seungmin wanted. You gasped when your hands were yanked away from hiding you and his rough fingers gripped the underside of your chin, squishing your cheeks harshly. 

“I asked you if you were gonna be good for me, don’t act like a mutt and answer my question.” His growled words held a warning in them and you knew better than to test his patience right now. 

“Yesh Seunminf.” You answered the best you could with your smushed lips, eyes already glassy and begging for his mercy. 

��Good girl.” 

His signature smirk returned to his beautiful face and he let your face go then brought his attention back to your center. This time he decided to not waste anymore time, and he dove in face first to your clothed core. Seungmin nosed your clit through the fabric and it had you gushing even more. He was breathing deeply as if trying to absorb as much of your pure scent as possible and you could see a hint of his eyes rolling back into his head. It made you want to hide behind your hands again but you didn’t want to risk the repercussions. 

He hummed when his wet tongue stuck out and he pulled your panties into his mouth, sucking your essence out of the fabric. The act was one of the lewdest things you have ever fucking seen; it made your body burn with both embarrassment and titilation. 

“Minnie” You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when he kept licking into you, making obscene grunts as he feasted on you and made your underwear beyond soaked. As good as it felt it was not enough. You craved more. “Minnie please.” 

He ignored your plea, instead he dug his face even further as he suckled your panties into his mouth. The beta was getting lost in you- in your pussy- it was his favorite thing in the world (everything about you was, really). He kept at it until he felt your thighs squeeze against his head. 

Seungmin pulled his face back and glared at you for interrupting him. “Thought you were gonna behave.” 

You whimpered and bit your lip. “M’ sorry Minnie. Didn’t mean too. Just need more.” 

“More?” He scoffed, “My greedy puppy wants more? You think you deserve it?” 

You nodded rapidly, rushing your words out.  “Yes, please. Been good.” 

He huffed in contemplation, then he surprised you by ripping your soaking underwear off your body and suddenly you were hoisted from your place on the counter. “Fine, I'll give my puppy a real treat then.” He crashed his lips into yours, his mouth instantly devouring your own. You moaned against his lips and you felt him smirk again, and he nibbled on your tongue, making you squeal from the light pain. 

Thinking he was going to set you down on the ground you had no time to react before you found that the beta had basically thrown himself down onto the ground on his back, and hauled you down with him so you were sat atop of his chest. Then he gave you an expectant look. 

“Uhh” You were utterly confused, “I dont…I don’t know what…” 

Seungmin rolled his eyes and sighed, “Thought it was pretty obvious.” He motioned to his face. “Sit on my face.” 

“Huh?” 

“Sorry. Please sit on my face.” 

The casualty of his request was staggering; it left you in absolute shock especially since he had requested it in the kitchen. That was the biggest hurdle that you were having trouble getting over. “But..We’re in the kitchen… during broad daylight where anyone could walk in on us... Maybe we should go up to your room?” 

Your defiance was starting to irritate the beta, his eyes hardening even further and he let out a growl. “I don’t give a flying fuck where we are or what time of day it is. I will fuck you whenever and whereever I want. Now scoot your ass up here and sit on my fucking face and let me eat your pretty pussy. I’m done asking.” 

You yelped when his hands harshly gripped your thighs and he forcefully dragged you up until you were hovering over his awaiting mouth. The grip he had on you only tightened when he immediately dug his face into your core, making you gasp at the contact and your hands flew to his hair to balance yourself or you would have risked falling over.  

“Oh my god, Seungmin!” You couldn’t help but rock your hips as you moaned and called out his name as he lapped at your center; greedily swallowing down the nectar that flowed freely from you.  By now his nails were embedding themselves into your skin with how hard they were digging in, trying to keep you still so he could enjoy his meal. “M-minnie, s’good.” 

“Mmmmmm” He hummed and slurped at you obscenely, his lips encircled your clit and you felt the vibrations hit your sensitive nub. You jerked and spasmed when he gave your clit a teasing nip with his teeth. He chuckled when you tried to get away from the painful pleasure and held on even tighter; so tight you could feel the blood begin to rush from the wounds his nails inflicted. “Nope, you’re staying right here.” 

The slurping and moaning was so loud that honestly you were surprised someone else hadn’t already walked in to find you in this compromising position. Though the music was still playing so the tunes must be drowning out your obscenities. You looked down at the boy beneath you and his face was hidden by your skirt, the flimsy material hiding his rapturous expression. 

“So fucking tasty.” The beta mumbled, his words muffled,  feeling himself become almost drunk on your ambrosia. “Most delectable pussy I’ve ever tasted.”  

“You really have no fucking shame, do you Seungmin? I can smell what you're doing from outside.” 

Your head had been thrown back in pleasure so you hadn’t noticed a new arrival to the kitchen, nor had you noticed said arrival leaning against the counter a few feet away watching your fucked out expression for at least five minutes. 

Seungmin growled from under you, feeling possessive over his bounty. “Go away Minho. We’re busy.” 

The elder beta snorted a laugh, “Yeah I can see that.” Minho waltzed over to where Seungmin laid on the ground and crouched down in front of you. He reached out and lifted the skirt that hid the boy's face, meeting the mean glare that the younger boy was sporting; though Seungmin never stopped his ministrations. Minho flipped the skirt back over the others face and stood again. 

Minho took in your glassy eyes and the little whimpers that escaped your lips with every suck and swipe of the younger boy's tongue. He noticed the way your mouth puckered subconsciously as if it were searching for something. Minho reached out and cupped your cheek in his warm hand, his thumb running along your open bottom lip. 

“M-min” Your voice was pleading, though you didn’t know what you were asking for. 

“Mmm what do you need omega?” He cooed at you condescendingly, already having an idea but wanting to piss off the other beta. “Need me to take care of you too?” 

“I said go the fuck away you asshole. She doesn’t need anything from you.” Seungmin all but snarled at Minho, his voice raspy and wet from the juices in his mouth. 

“I wasn’t asking you, Seungminnie. I was asking our beautiful omega.” He stroked your cheek and kept looking down into your watery eyes, holding deep eye contact. “And by the looks of it she needs a little more stimulation. So what do you say, Baby?” 

You didn’t want to upset Seungmin but you needed something more. With trepidation you nodded your head, and grabbed onto the man standing in front of you. 

“M-more, Minho. Please.” 

He tsked, “Is that what you call me, omega?” 

Was he really about to embarrass you in front of Seungmin? 

He looked down at you with that domineering gaze and a flicker of arrogance on his face.

Yes. Yes he was. 

“Sir.” You whined, trying to keep your voice low. 

“Hmm? What was that, I couldn’t hear you. You’ll have to speak up like a big girl.” 

Seungmins tongue buried particularly deep into your hole, making you moan and lurch forward into Minho who held you steady. 

You took a deep breath and blinked back tears. You raised your voice a few octaves and held him tighter. “Sir, need something. Please Sir.” 

“Oh my fucking god” You heard Seungmin murmur in disbelief at the nickname you called Minho. 

“That’s my good girl. Here you go baby.” The patronizing beta ran his thumb along your lip again before forcefully shoving it into your open mouth. Instantly you started sucking on the appendage, it being just what you needed for your oral fixation. You hummed around the digit and lathed your tongue on the pad of it. 

Your hips started bucking even more and your whines got louder. You could feel your high approaching at a rapid pace now and apparently the two men could tell you were close. Just as you felt the knot begin to tighten within you, Seungmin gave your clit a big suck into his mouth and that was the kick you needed. 

The welled up tears started to leak down your face as you came, and your eyes fluttered shut at the delicious pleasure that went through your whole body. Your eyes snapped back open when you felt a sharp sting on your cheek and Minho was glowering down at you still with his cat-like eyes. 

“Look at me while he makes you cum. Don’t you dare look away from me.” He hissed and shoved another finger down your throat, making you choke. 

You fought to keep your eyes open as you came, shaking and whimpering from your place on Seungmins face. The slurping from below got louder as your sweet essence was dranken up by the beta man. The sound was downright filthy. 

Finally, Seungmins tongue had stopped moving within you and had returned to his own mouth. He gave you a moment to finish shaking then he scooted you down so you sat on his stomach once again. Minho let his hands fall from your face as he drank in the fucked out sight of you. 

Seungmin lifted his head from the floor as he comfortingly ran his fingers over the small wounds his nails left. His face was drenched in your slick, the liquid dripping down his chin as he sat up slightly and his tongue shot out to catch the drippage. He made a show of groaning at the taste of it when he licked his lips. 

“Mmm delectable.” 

You felt your face heat up as the mortification caught up with you. You peeked up to see Minho still standing there watching your every move and you couldn’t bear to look him or Seungmin in the eye so you cast them down instead. 

“What’s the matter, puppy? Are you embarrassed that Minho Hyung caught you out in the open acting like a dirty mutt in heat for me? Or are you upset you didn’t get to cum on my cock instead?” 

The teasing words had you whimpering and you involuntarily clenched your thighs around Seungmins waist. Seungmin was growing more and more open to the help of Minho, seeing how desperate it had made you and he knew the new possible ways to play with you were endless. 

Minho bent down and got close to your face as he fake pouted. “Aww I think she wants you to fuck her properly, Minnie. Look at her writhing at the mere thought of it.” It was true, you were fidgeting and you could feel even more slick gathering from your pussy and onto Seungmins shirt. “Poor baby needs your dick, Seung.” 

They both grinned at each other mischievously, both betas locking eyes in a silent understanding. This was going to be so fun.

The maps on Chan's phone alerted him that his destination was on the right hand side. The alpha kissed his teeth as he threw his phone on the passenger seat, then opened the door and stepped out. This was his last and most pressing matter of the day and he was ready to get it over with. 

Stepping up to the doorstep of the small house Chan knocked on the door and waited. After a minute the door was opened to a familiar face. 

“Chan, what a surprise! What can I do for you?” The elder man had a kind smile and seemed genuinely happy to see Chan. 

“How are you, JYP? It’s been awhile.” Chan shook hands with the beta man and he peered past the door for a moment. They exchanged quick pleasantries but Chan declined the offer to come inside. “Oh no thank you, I can’t stay long. I was actually looking for Wooyoung. I heard he was staying with you and wondered if he was in?” 

“My nephew? Yes he is in right now, I’ll get him for you.” Chan smiled and thanked JYP. “WOOYOUNG YOU HAVE A VISITOR!” 

A thundering of feet could be heard walking through the house and then Chan got his first in-person look at Wooyoung. The beta was slightly taller than Chan was, and he had long arms but he was on the lankier side. He noticed the smile fell from Wooyoung's face when he saw just who was at the door for him. Chan heard him whisper a quiet ‘shit’, and he had to bite back a devilish grin. 

“Hi, my name is Chan. I was wondering if you had a second to speak with me.” He noticed the hesitation on the boy's face, so he pressed the order a tad harder. “It’ll only take a minute.” 

Wooyoung was shoved out the door by his uncle, who gave him a pat on the back. “ Of course he has plenty of time! Chan does alot for this town, so be polite Wooyoung.” With that the elder man shut the door and gave them some privacy.

Chan could see the nerves that laid within the boy; the twiddle of his fingers and the anxious run of his tongue on his lip gave him away instantly. Good, he should be scared. 

“Nice to meet you Wooyoung. Changbin has told me alot about you.” 

“O-oh. Changbin is a good friend.” 

The alpha hummed in agreement, nodding. “He is. He is a good man and a great pack mate.” Chan took a subtle step closer to the beta. 

“Did Changbin send you here?” Wooyoung asked, mentally running over what Bin could have said to Chan. 

Chan clicked his teeth, and shook his head. “Nah. I came of my own volition. I actually had a question I wanted to ask you.” 

“Ok, what is i-” Before Wooyoung could finish his question, Chan's hand shot out and grabbed onto the younger man's throat. Suddenly Wooyoung's face was shoved forcefully against the wood of the house, his nose smashing and he could feel the crack of his bone and blood start to drip out. 

Chan snickered at the noise of pain Wooyoung let out and he tightened his grip on his neck. Chan dug his nails sharply into the skin and he felt the betas windpipe beneath his fingers. He got closer to Wooyoung until his broad body was trapping him against the wall.

“Do you like being grabbed, Wooyoung?” Chan seethed but kept his tone relatively calm, albeit a bit menacing. “Do you like it when a stranger that's stronger than you puts his hands on you?” When the beta didn’t answer Chan yanked him back and re-shoved his bloody face into the wood and made the beta hiccup from the pain. Chan's other hand had a tight hold on Wooyoung's hands and he kept them locked behind his back so he couldn’t fight back.

 “Let me tell you something, motherfucker. Changbin is a good man. But I’m not.” Chan increased the pressure on his neck, the beta letting out a choking gurgle as the blood flooded his mouth. “And I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. So this is going to be your only warning.” Chan lowered his voice to an ominous sneer. “If you ever put your filthy fucking hands on my omega or my packmate again, I will rip your arms from your torso and throw them in the woods for the bears to eat.” 

Wooyoung squirmed and moaned in pain, his airways closing more and more with each passing second. For a split second he wondered if he would ever escape. Suddenly all the air he had been searching for came rushing back to him as he was released. Wooyoung fell to his knees and his hands flew to his neck as he coughed and sputtered, the blood of his face flying in specs everywhere.

“The only reason I haven’t done so already is out of respect for your uncle, who has been a pillar in our society. Be grateful he was able to save you… This time.” Chan stepped back and straightened himself out. “Go clean yourself up before you make too big of a mess on that poor man's porch.” 

With that Chan stepped off the porch and left the beta crying and sputtering, and slipped back into his car. He drove away without so much as a single glance back- as if the ordeal hadn’t even occurred at all. 

“Ngghhh” You gurgled out the best you could around Minho's cock but it only came out in a slobbery whine. His member was pistoning in and out of your mouth as he held your hair, using your face to get himself off but also making you incredibly horny. 

Seungmin was still under you but now instead of his face you were sitting atop his dick reverse cowgirl; the thick appendage sliding in with reckless abandon. Your thighs were burning but the divine pleasure of being used by them was too delicious for you to care. The sloshing from both your pussy and your mouth makes you dizzy and your brain mushy- you had no choice but to give yourself over to them completely (much to their- and your- delight).

“Feels so good, your pussy is always so damn tight. My dirty pup. So fucking good for us.” Seungmin could feel the way your walls clenched around him at the praise and it made him moan loudly. He cursed and his own hips started to quiver with the impending orgasm. 

“The best omega we could have asked for.” Minho was next to praise you, his head thrown back and his breathing hard. He himself also was not far from cumming. He groaned at the sight of your tears continuously leaking down your cheeks and mixing with the saliva on your chin. 

Minho opened his eyes when he sensed another presence nearby. Or to him it was more like a pest lurking around. Big boba eyes peered slowly through the threshold, hoping to catch a good look at what was happening in there, his cock twitching in his pants. Minho bit back a grunt, and he called out to the boy. 

“Get outta here Jisung, go jerk off somewhere else you pervert.”

A squeak left the younger boy and he turned around, bumping into his accomplice that seemed just as alarmed at being caught. Felix. He could hear them scurry down the hall together and rolled his eyes at their antics. It didn’t seem like you even noticed they had appeared or left at all.

For the two betas this was sort of poetic. A few weeks prior they had been at odds about you- and now here they were, coming together because of you, both with a common goal in mind; ultimate pleasure. 

“Touch your clit, baby. Make yourself cum on my dick, get me all messy with your slick pretty girl. I wanna be soaked in it from head to toe.” Seungmin requested through his moans and you did as he said, your nimble fingers traveling down your body and to your aching nub. You spasmed and whined when you made contact with it, which in turn made your walls quiver around Minnie's length. 

Minho's hand that wasn’t in your hair was on your now bare breast, fondling the heaving flesh and pinching at your nipple. You cried louder when he pinched particularly roughly on your already abused nipple. It was the final push you needed before you came for the third time today. You gasped and choked on Minho's length, making him pull out of your mouth so you could breathe. 

When you came your walls clamped down on Seungmin and triggered his orgasm, the betas hips stuttering as he filled you with his essence. “Fuuckkkk holy shit, so tight puppy.” 

The view of you both cumming together was too much for Minho and he stroked his member quickly in front of your open mouth, “So hot, what the fuck” he said through clenched teeth as his high came forcefully and his cum spurted out of the tip and onto your face, some of it getting into your open moaning mouth. 

All three of you were quite a sight, all shaking and crying with pleasure together in the middle of the kitchen. You and Seungmin were both covered in cum and slick, the combination of the two leaking out of you and all over the beta man's thighs and onto the floor. Minho couldn’t help himself and he leaned down and ran the fat of his tongue along your cheeks, collecting the salty mixture of your tears and some of his cum, and moaning from the taste. 

After a few moments all three of you were able to collect your breath and calm down. You were drifting in deep space and barely registered Minho's arms scooping you up and off of Seungmin. You let out a quiet hiss when your thighs were able to move from the held position. 

“Shh it’s ok baby. I know you're sore, we’ll take care of you.” Minho cooed and set you down on the counter again. “Hold still f’ me baby.” He used a damp rag to clean the remaining semen off of your face. You sat perfectly still as he made you sip a cup of water provided by Minnie. After every sip you took you were rewarded by pecks on your lips and a soft ‘good girl’. 

 After you finished your water you were scooped up again but this time by Seungmin. He had pulled his shorts back up but you were still completely naked as he carried you through the halls and to Chan's bathroom and to the massive bathtub. 

The two of you bathed together as you slowly came back down to earth. The beta smothered you with kisses and made sure to clean you thoroughly. It was just what you needed after the rough fucking they had put you through, even though you enjoyed it immensely. 

Minho was in the kitchen cleaning up the mess when he heard Chan come in and head into the kitchen, a grocery bag in his hand. Chan noticed the blush on the betas cheeks and the mop in his hand, a knowing smirk coming across the alphas face. 

“Make a mess?” 

Minho eyed the specs of blood that stained Chan's shirt and raised a brow. “I could ask you the same.” 

Chan shrugged and set the bag on the freshly cleaned counter top, pulling out a brand new pack of popsicles that he promptly stuck in the freezer. “Just went to clean up a mess, actually.” 

The beta hummed in understanding. “Baby is in the bath with Seung. She is feeling really delicate right now so I’d change my shirt if I were you.” 

Chan shot him a grateful thumbs up and headed up to his room, tearing his shirt off before he entered. He could hear you giggling and the sound of the drain from his bathroom so he quickly shucked on a new shirt then went into the adjoining room. 

“Stop Minnie!” You were laughing as you playfully pushed Seungmin away as he tried to tickle your sides. You were sitting on the counter as the beta dried you off after your bath. 

“I can’t help it, rules are rules, I have to tickle you after a bath. I can’t change the law, omega.” 

“You liar! Stop your nonsense!” It was then that you noticed Chan enter the bathroom. “Alpha!” You beamed and reached a hand out as a plea for help against the beta.

“I’ll save you, my love.” He laughed and dramatically grabbed Seungmin by the shoulders and shook him, making the beta laugh even louder and try to hold on to you. Chan was able to pull Seungmin away and held his arms as the younger boy struggled. “I got him, run baby!” 

You wrapped your towel tighter around you and hopped off the counter, only for your legs to give out after you took a single step and you plummeted to the ground. Your thighs were so sore you couldn’t even walk. 

At once both boys stopped playing and rushed to your side, with Chan hauling you up into his arms. “Are you ok baby?” 

You nodded, giggling and burying your face into his chest. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing the shirt he left in, but you decided not to bring it up. “Yeah I’m fine. My legs are just too weak right now. You guys really did a number on me.” You didn’t miss the low five Chan offered Seungmin. “Hey!” You smacked his shoulder and he only laughed harder. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Seungmin realized he was still borderline naked; with only a towel wrapped around his waist- and gave you a tender kiss as you sat in the alphas arms. “I’m gonna go get dressed. I’ll see you in a little while, pup.” 

Nodding you returned his kiss, “Ok Minnie. I love you.” 

“Love you too.” He felt his face heat up as he murmured the sentiment, glaring at the alpha who smirked at him and wiggled his brows. “Oh fuck off Hyung.” 

“Loooovee youuuu Minnniieeeee” Chan drawled teasingly as the younger passed him, cackling when Seungmin flipped him off as he left the room. Chan carried you to his bed and set you down on the soft sheets. Then he gathered a tank top and a pair of his boxers for you to wear. 

“How was your day, Channie?” You asked him once you were dressed. 

He tossed his head back and forth with a grin. “I had a pretty good day. And by the smell in the house I could say you did too.” Your face heated up and you pouted. “You won’t be pouting for long, omega. I got you something special while I was gone.”

That perked you right up, eyes showing your excitement. “Really? What is it?” 

“Close your eyes.” You did as you were told, screwing your lids shut tight. You heard him shuffle until he was on his knees on the bed behind you. Ever so slightly you felt the coolness of a metal chain fall around your neck, and you could feel Chan clip it behind you. “You can open your eyes now my love.” 

You snapped them open and instantly looked down at the necklace. Hanging down on a little silver chain was a ‘C’ made of rose gold. You cradled the pendant and turned to face your alpha, your lip wobbling. “Oh Channie. I love it. Thank you so much.” You launched yourself into him and wrapped him in your arms. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” 

Chan felt sheepish all of a sudden, holding on to you just as tight. “You’re welcome, baby. I know you have my bite but I wanted you to have another little piece of me with you always. Somewhere I can stay close to your heart.” 

You were literally melting at his words, your heart feeling light in your chest as you squeezed him. “I love you Channie. So, so much. I’m so grateful to have you.” 

“Aww baby, I love you too. More than words could express.” He kissed the top of your head. 

Chan couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, he loved you so much. Hell, you were soulmates for crying out loud. He would do anything for you. Care for you, love you, protect you. And nothing and no one was going to take you from him. That he was certain. 

“Oh and I picked you up another pack of popsicles.” 

“Fuck yeah!” 

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the game is too easy. Or The Twenty Fourth Installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!Pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, Omegaverse, Pack!Prequel, SKZ!pack Prequel, Prequel Series, Skz Imagines, Skz Reactions, Skz scenarios, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Seo Changbin, (Y/N), Fem Reader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Make It Beta

“Wait, that was entirely fucked up.” 

You push Minho back from you and he hovers, hands on either side of your head, staring down at you as your face twists into disgust. 

He arches a brow. “You’re just now realizing that?” 

“Well, no-” You protest heatedly, your words lacking a little bite as he trails his fingers down your bare skin once again. “-but I’m just now having time to process how truly fucked up it was.” 

Minho smirks and cocks his head, and you hate how pretty he looks at this moment. 

Pretty and dangerous. 

“I needed to test my theory. And I agree with you, sweetheart, it wasn’t my best work, but I had to improvise in the moment.” 

You glare up at him, even as he grins and ducks his head back down between your thighs. 

“You’re seriously so-” Minho’s tongue licks, long and slow, across you, and you suddenly lose all train of thought, the words dying out on your lips. 

Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, and you arch your body up into him, chasing the high of his mouth on you. 

“God, fuck-” You groan out, squirming beneath Minho’s weight, his teeth grazing along the inside of your thigh as he pulls back. 

You whine pathetically at his sudden absence, wordlessly begging him for more, but he ignores you, leaning over you, palms planted steadily on either side of your head, staring you down with a serious expression, eyes dark and feral, even as his face remains smooth. 

“You don’t get to say God’s name when we’re fucking, sweetheart. The only name that’s allowed past your lips is mine. God’s not the one in between your legs.” 

The rough, low timber of his alpha voice has a shiver running down your spine, your body flashing hot all over. 

Minho pumps a finger into you, slow and leisurely, and you bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to taste copper, resisting the urge to whine between your lips. 

Instead, your chest rises and falls with a breath, and you work up your most innocent, sickly sweet smile. 

“Yes, sir.” You quip back, and the flash of something predatory, bordering on wicked amusement, in Minho’s gaze at your snarky words tells you he knows exactly what you’re doing. 

“Mm mm.” He gives a shake of his head, a disapproving tsk clicking off the end of his tongue. “Not good enough.” 

He moves his fingers again, and your body arches against your will, begging for more, even as the brat inside of you rears its ugly head at the challenge. 

Minho smirks, and you hold his gaze, managing to get out in a somewhat level tone, “What, you don’t like when I call you ‘sir’?” You arch a brow tauntingly, and a slight smirk to match his own flickers across your lips. “Binnie usually loves that one. What about-” You make a thoughtful face, and then grin up at him, sharp and goading. “-’alpha?’ Yes, alpha?” 

Minho’s lips quirk with something akin to dangerous amusement, and he slides in another finger without warning. 

You can’t hold back the gasp that slips out of you this time. 

“Try again.” 

You’re panting now with his increased pace, and struggling to choke out your words, and god dammit, the smug look on Minho’s pretty face tells you he knows he’s already won. 

He slides his fingers out and leans over you once more, hands planted on either side of your head, his gaze swirling dark. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?” His lips twitch and a flash of sharp, white canine has your core clenching. His clean hand goes into your hair, tilting your head back commandingly to meet his gaze. “No? Then be a good kitten for alpha and behave.” 

You nod desperately, no more fight left, you just need-need him, need Minho, need his body on yours-and reach up to tangle your fingers into the thick locks of his hair, tugging him down to press his mouth to yours. 

At the same time, he slips a hand back between your thighs, and you immediately mewl with need into his open mouth. 

“Minho, fuck-” You pant out, chest heaving, brushing his with every breath. 

His eyes flash, a dangerous gold, and a smirk curves up the corner of his mouth. 

“Good girl.” He praises in a low growl, and you whimper in response.  

You know he can feel how wet you are for him already, his fingers slick against your inner legs as he pauses, considering you for a moment. 

His smirk grows wider. 

“You know, I rather like the sound of my name on your lips, sweetheart. Sometimes you’re too mouthy for your own good, but it’s nice to know that insufferable mouth of yours is good for at least two useful things.” 

“Fuck you.” You bite out, but it holds no venom, and the words are way too breathy and verging on a moan to be considered threatening. 

Minho chuckles and slides between your thighs with a knowing, amused look and a flash of dangerous teeth. 

“Oh you will, sweetheart. But right now, you’re going to be a good girl and wait your turn.” 

His head sinks between your thighs, and your fingers tangle into his thick hair once more, and you hate to admit it, but Minho’s name really does sound great as a moan. 

*****************

When you and Minho reemerge into the living room, the betas are sitting on the couch together, Jisung showing something to Seungmin on his phone, laughing quietly. 

You sit down beside them and sling your arm around Jisung’s narrow shoulders. 

“So. I guess everybody else is kind of preoccupied.” Jisung glances up from the video and instantly wrinkles his nose, making a face of disgust. 

“Gross. You smell like Minho.” 

You let out a little disbelieving laugh and glance in the other alpha’s direction, who doesn’t even bother to look up from whatever he’s doing on his phone. 

Fine. You’ll be offended for him. 

“I thought you liked how Minho smelled!” You exclaim, ribbing Jisung in the side, as he gives you a little glare and rubs at his offended ribs. 

“I do!” He protests, still wrinkling his nose dramatically, even going so far as to cover it with the palm of his hand, which you promptly swat away. “But not like this!” 

You stare at him, open mouthed. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Seungmin leans around Jisung to catch your eye, an exasperated look washing across his features, before he deadpans, “He means you smell like fucking.” 

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes, throwing your hands in the air. “Seriously? Are you in the fourth grade?” 

“No.” Jisung pouts, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at you, as he snuggles back further against Seungmin, who gives him a little pat on the shoulder in support. “Fourth graders aren’t allowed to say ‘fuck.’” 

“I was.” Minho pipes up dryly, rather unhelpfully, from the opposite corner of the room. 

“You’re the exception.” Jisung throws out, without really looking in his direction. He keeps his glare level on you. “You know, noona, I can’t really decide what offends me more. The fact that you and hyung were off kanoodling while Seungmin and I were here worrying, or the fact that you didn’t even think to invite me.” 

“Dude!” You exclaim hopelessly, letting out a little laugh that verges on a scoff. “Being around you right now is torture! You literally smell so much like Jeongin it’s making my alpha feral, and Minho was the easiest, closest stress outlet.” 

Minho glances up from his phone at that and gives a wry little smirk. “I think that’s the sweetest, nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, sweetheart.” 

“Still.” Jisung visibly pouts, slumping back into the couch. 

You sigh, letting out a long breath, and try not to notice the hints of cinnamon and yeast still clinging to the beta sitting beside you. 

“Sungie.” You try, and he turns away from you with a humph, arms over his chest, glare avoiding your gaze. 

You grin a little, and lean over, butting your head against his chin until he has to notice you. 

“Sungie-” You wheedle, pitching your voice up, until you see his glare and hard expression finally wavering, his lips trying to twitch upward. “I’m sorry. We should’ve invited you, okay? Tensions are high and I wasn’t thinking clearly. Forgive me?” 

Jisung is still for a moment, and then he sighs, finally removing his arms from his chest and turning to face you with a glare that holds less bite than before. 

“Fine. But you owe me. Big time.” 

“How about-” You nuzzle your nose into his throat, scenting him lightly, and you feel him start to relax against you. You glance up at him, and meet his dark, doe eyed gaze. “-I start right now?” 

Jisung narrows his eyes. “I’m listening.” 

You bite back a smile, and raise a hand to twirl one of his dark curls around your finger. 

“How about, we go back to my place and make showering a group activity?” 

Jisung’s eyes spark with interest, though he fights to keep his expression impassive. 

“Can Seungmin come?” He asks, glancing back at the other beta, who has lost interest in the conversation, scrolling through his phone. 

“Well, yeah.” You immediately agree, pushing yourself up, until you can meet his mouth with yours, his plush lips parting beneath your own. Your voice drops to a whispered purr. “‘Group’ implies more than just the two of us, Sungie.”

Jisung swallows hard, and your eyes follow the movement, before he glances once more over his shoulder at the other beta and asks in a slightly strangled voice, “Minnie, you wanna go back to noona’s and shower with us?” 

Seungmin glances up, his expression indifferent, as he gives a little shrug of his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

Jisung turns back to you with a shrug of his own. “That’s all the enthusiasm you’re gonna get from him, noona. But basically, that’s a hell yes.” 

You laugh and stand, tugging Jisung, and then Seungmin, up with you. 

“Perfect. Let’s go.” 

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“Okay, my turn.” 

You focus on the way the suds of the shampoo foam beneath your fingers as you massage Jisung’s hair as he talks, your hands buried up to the knuckles in his thick, ebony curls, tight and heavy with water. 

He looks thoughtful for a moment, leaned back against you in the small space of the shower, and then he grins, snapping his fingers as he announces triumphantly, “Okay. Got it!” His grin morphs into something slightly more wicked. “Who is most likely to end up on Korea’s Most Wanted? Chan-hyung or Minho-hyung?” 

Seungmin looks exasperated, rinsing his own shampoo beneath the running stream of water. “Hyung, these questions are supposed to be hard.” 

You laugh and smear a streak of shampoo down Jisung’s cheek when he pouts. 

“Minho. Obviously.” 

Seungmin shakes the excess water out of his hair and switches Jisung spots so he can rinse, leaning back against you, the warmth of his naked, freshly washed body comforting against your own. 

The beta lets out a sound that borders a snort. “Yeah, no offense, hyung, but your boyfriend is fucking scary. He’d murder someone just for looking at him wrong.” 

Jisung grins, his tightly shut eyes crinkling, as he washes another wave of suds from his hair. 

“Yeah, you’re right. He’s fucking hot though, so it all balances out.” 

You give a little half shrug in response. “Men who can kill you are always hot. I don’t make the rules.” 

You give Jisung a grin as he opens his eyes, and Seungmin glances between the two of you as if you’ve lost your minds. 

Finally, he lets out a heavy sigh and slowly shakes his head. 

“Sometimes I worry about the two of you.” 

“Ah.” You coo, tickling his sides, even as he swats your hands away, and lean in to press a sappy, sloppy kiss to his cheek. “You’re so sweet, baby.” 

“Shut up. I hate you both.” 

Jisung emerges from the water with grabby hands, smooshing an unwilling Seungmin between the two of you in a sandwich sort of embrace. 

“No you don’t, Minnie. You looooveeee us.” 

Seungmin swats irritatedly at the other beta, but doesn’t make a move to leave the sudden close quarters situation he’s found himself in, belying the truth beneath Jisung’s teasing words. 

You rest your chin on top of Seungmin’s head and snake your arms around his waist, taking Jisung by the hips and pulling him tighter against the two of you. 

“Okay, my turn.” You announce, settling against the cool wall of the shower, taking most of the relaxed, cuddling betas’ weight. 

Seungmin reaches for the body wash, and begins to gruffly rub some of the floral scented soap across Jisung’s bare chest. 

You don’t comment on the way his hands linger on the other beta’s defined pecs, but by the smug look on Jisung’s face, you know he’s noticed too. 

“Just don’t make it stupid. Or easy.” Seungmin grumps as he continues to lather, and Jisung makes a face at him. 

“Your words hurt me, Minnie. They really cut me to the core.” 

“Shut up.” Seungmin grumbles, moving to remove his hands from Jisung’s skin, but the older beta is too quick, looping his fingers around his boyfriend’s wrists with a smirk, keeping his hands firmly against his chest. 

Seungmin makes a noise of annoyance in his throat, but you don’t miss the slight pink flush to his cheeks, as after a moment, he silently resumes his scrubbing. 

“Okay.” You bite back your grin as you watch them. “Who’s most likely to say ‘I love you’ first between the two of you?” 

Seungmin’s hands go still on Jisung’s chest, and Jisung gives you a wide eyed stare over the other beta’s head, his lips slightly parted. 

You swallow hard, and push down the sudden nervous butterflies rising in your stomach. 

The steamy shower begins to fill with the scent of wisteria. 

“I-” Seungmin starts to say, his mouth open and closing a few times, as if your question has short circuited something in his brain. 

You give a breathless little laugh. 

“Okay, I’ll admit-” You admit quietly with another nervous chuckle, swallowing again, as you allow your hands to idly play with the hair at the base of Seungmin’s neck in an anxious sort of movement. “-that was a trick question. It’s me.” 

Jisung is still staring at you, and Seungmin is completely still against you. 

You force the words out past your lips, even though something inside of you is balking, reminding you of how this went the first time.

But this isn’t the first time. Or even the second. And not even close to the last. 

“I-” You take in a deep breath and exhale the words. “-love you.” 

Jisung’s eyes are so wide and dark that you feel you could get lost in them. 

He lets out a little breath, and his plush lips seal back together once more. 

“You-” He continues to stare. “-love us?” 

“Yeah.” You give a little nod, and try to ignore the fact that Seungmin still seems to be frozen in your arms. “I do.” 

Jisung gives a shocked little laugh, and his eyes light with something warm. 

“You love us.” He repeats, as if to make himself believe it, and you feel something warm and final settle into the pit of your stomach at the acceptance, and reciprocation, opening up his features the longer he ruminates. 

You glance down at the beta against you, still silent and unmoving.

“Min?” You question softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

He shifts, clearing his throat. 

“That was a really stupid question.” He murmurs hoarsely, clearing his throat again, as he finally moves, shifting his gaze past your own. “You were supposed to come up with something hard.” 

You grin, because with Seungmin, that’s as close to an acknowledgement, and acceptance, and reciprocation, as you’re going to get. 

“Sorry.” You apologize giddily, a little laugh of relief slipping past your lips. 

Seungmin humphs, and pulls away from the two of you, a light pink dusting his cheeks as he turns to shut off the water. 

“You two suck at games. I’m gonna have to teach you a thing or two.” 

Jisung matches your wild, wide grin above the other beta’s head. 

Laundry sneaks its way in between the wisteria blossoms, and underneath it all, a ginger laced ember begins to glow.

“Can’t wait, Minnie. Can’t wait.” 

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“Do you think Roy is the top in the Royza relationship?” Jisung muses sleepily, his head on your chest, your fingers carding lazily through his hair. 

“No.” Minho replies back immediately, not even bothering to look up from his phone at the anime that’s currently playing on the TV quietly in the background. 

“That man has definitely been pegged.” You add on, reaching over Seungmin’s reclined form to grab another handful of popcorn from the bowl. 

“And enjoyed it.” Seungmin agrees with a slight nod, adjusting his glasses, the lights from the TV flashing across the lenses. 

Jisung snuggles in closer against your side, and you bury your nose in his hair, breathing in the smell of detergent and clean laundry. 

Ginger spices your nose as Seungmin shifts on your other side, his arm tossed lazily across your waist, his fingers subtly stroking the arch of Jisung’s cheekbone, the slope of his nose. 

Your phone vibrates, but you’re too comfortable and cocooned to even bother to search for it. 

Behind you, Minho rolls to his back, jostling your head out of its position of comfort, using him as a human pillow. 

You’re about to complain, when his phone vibrates as well, and he holds it above his head, squinting his eyes against the brightness of the screen. 

Suddenly, for some reason, nerves prickle across your skin, and your wolf raises its head. 

“(Y/N).” Minho says in a low voice, and you glance up at him, careful not to move and disturb the dozing beta lying on your chest. 

He turns the phone screen for you to see the text message scrawled there. 

Minho’s expression is serious, his eyes dark. 

Inside, your heart bottoms out of your chest.

“Chan needs you.” 

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₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader , Stray Kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Notes; This is an omegaverse!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; omegaverse!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, poly!pack dynamics, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 1

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 2

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 3

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 4

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 5

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 6

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 7

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 8

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 9

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 10

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 11

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 12

More to come….

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Straykids ot8 x Reader

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

Summary - Sang-Jun finds out you're taken will he stop pursuing you or what?

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Finally the heat had broken, I had worried the boys when my heat lasted longer than it should have. They took me to the hospital at one point because it hadn't broken. When the doctor had learned of my past with heats, he soon understood what the problem was. "So based on all the information I am aware of, her natural heat stopped becoming natural. Basically it stopped all together as her first pack alpha forced it to stay on track with his ruts. Since she had gone so long with out the medication I believe her body finally got back into the natural flow of things. It is probably just bad timing, like her heat might have already been about to come on. However she got spiked which sped things up, but her body is not used to the medication anymore. So her heat still came like it planned but that coincided with her forced one. She should break the heat within the week, since we don't know when her natural heat started it's hard to give an exact date." With that the boys brought me back home, their emotions more calm with an expert opinion behind them.

Once it finally broke, they found me crying in my nest. All of them rushing to find out what was wrong. I shook my head when they asked if I was hurt. But instead I told them, "I feel soooo grossssss, I'm so uncomfortable, please help me wash up?" I made grabby hands at them all, waiting for someone to take my offer and help me with my needs. They all chuckled in some way as Chan and Hyunjin stepped forward. "We will give you a nice bath pup, we were about to wash up anyways." Hyunjin said while carrying me. Chan told the others to clean up the rest of the house, Minho and Felix would start dinner. He would ask me before I left the room if they could take down and wash the nest. Which I nodded to with the exception that they must re-scent their specific blanket, or fur once cleaned. They all eagerly agreed and went off to do their specific task while Chan, Hyunjin and I went to wash up together.

Ever since then we have had great day after great day. Even when they had to be gone for work, all was okay, cause we were mated for life. I could feel their emotions and they could fell mine. We were more sensitive to each other, able to find each other quicker. All was good, I finally felt really love, experiencing how an omega should be treated. It was so fantastic.

Today, I was brought to the mall by Seungmin and Changbin. They had the day off and when I asked if I could go to the mall alone they threw a fuss. We came to the agreement that they would take me and wait in the car so if they get anything bad happen then they could get to me quickly. I agreed as long as they didn't look in any of the bags when I returned to the car. I wanted to make them all something nice as a token to our completed bonding. I just loved giving them things.

Walking in the mall, I could feel myself adorning a large smile as I walked through different craft stores buying all the items I would need to complete my project. As I moved on to the next store for more supplies. I happily walked along the hallway, seeing cute couples and family's with kids walking past me. I smiled thinking about one day having a bunch of pups of my own. I wished to birth a kid for each one of my mates, making them happy to each have their own offspring.

However I soon stopped as that acidic smell entered my senses, in front of me stood both Sang-jun and Sang-Hee. I felt my blood run cold, as my body instinctively went numb. It was always better to hide your emotion than suffer the consequences of having the wrong emotion at the wrong time.

I saw them both staring at my shoulders. I had worn a pretty off the shoulder top with a pair of jean shorts. I wanted to show off all my perfectly healed mating marks. I had learned through social media that these were most like trophies in the omegan world. So I wore the perfect outfit to feel cute and show off my bond to my pack.

Yet when these two saw the marks, they were filled with overwhelming anger. Both of them stalked up to me menacingly. It's then that I could feel the anger and fear of my mates, no doubt they could feel my emotions run cold. I'm sure when my emotions had gone numb to them as well they all freaked out. This was good however, as it meant Changbin and Seungmin were running in for me. I just had to hold my ground for a bit.

"So you decided to mate to those worthless alpha's bitch?" I growled back at Sang-Hee. "Say what you want about me but don't speak filth of my pack." Sang-Jun growled at me. However I stood proud knowing my alpha and beta were coming. "It's doesn't matter how hard they hold onto you Omega. We will get you back, even if we have to slaughter that whole pack just to retrieve what is rightfully mine." Sang-Hee looked at Sang-Jun. "Ours you mean." Sang-Jun nodded. "Whatever"

A few years before my escape, Sang-hee had taken a liking to me after experiencing how I would act and submit to Sang-Jun. Thus they promised to share me. Though it was easy to tell Sang-Jun wasn't 100% happy with the outcome. But he knew that it meant two chances for a perfect alpha pup from me.

My confidence began to drop as they were able to pin me to a wall, I was stuck. Fuck. Sangjun had his had wrapped tightly around my throat. Just above the mating marks so all I could feel was pain and loss of breath. "I promise you with my life omega. I WILL get your ass back in my home. I will break every last sliver of hope you have. I will fuck you into my perfect submissive omega that you used to be, and you will give birth to our pups. You WILL be mine, one way or another. just you fucking wait bitch."

With that he let go and they both walked away, when they turned the corner never to be seen again. That's when Changbin and Seungmin finally found me. They first noticed my tears, then noticed the slowly purpling bruise around my throat. it was obviously a hand print and they knew exactly what had happened. They just didn't know who. I wiped my tears as I let myself go numb, forgetting they stood there as I walked away.

I was no longer mentally aware, I went into full autopilot. The boys tried to reach me but soon realized why my bond went radio silent. They allowed me to finish buying my things, carrying my bags for me. Soon I was back in the car, sitting behind them as Changbin drove and Seungmin tried to calm me by rubbing my leg from the front passenger seat.

When we got back home, I could hear Seungmin on the phone. It sounded like group call as multiple voices came through the other end. He talked about me, they were probably all freaking out as my bond was numb. Nothing came from me, I had regressed to the same state I had back in my old pack. Changbin followed with half the bags. We both sat them down in my small art studio, it was a small room they had emptied out and renovated for me. Once they were sat ready to be emptied, I instead walked back out of the room. Changbin following as he shut the door for me. He silently followed as I made my way back to my room. He watched from the doorway as I crawled onto my bed and laid down staring at the ceiling.

I heard him sigh as he allowed me time alone, probably hoping I would come back from the headspace on my own. Yet that is not what happened. As everyone arrived home only two hours later, they opened my bedroom door to find me sat on the bay window. There was enough space for all of us. I sat in the middle, legs tucked up against me as my head and arms rested comfortable onto of my knees. I stared off out the window on tot he beautiful forest horizon. My room had one of the best views as I could watch the sunset.

I could hear them enter the room behind me and slowly come closer. Until finally a few of them sat down on either side, all of the Betas were sat around me. The alphas stood behind me, unsure of how to help their omega.

Hyunjin pulled me into his arms, carrying me to my bed. He laid back against the headboard, leaning me against him. He was hugging me to him from behind as Jisung laid down against my front. Seungmin and Felix each took a side, hugging me together in a puddle. When that barely worked, the alphas began to join them. Each one finding a spot to drown me in the huge cuddle puddle. The first one to speak was Chan, as an idea came to his head.

"Omega is safe now, Pack is here to protect omega." Each one of them felt and saw a small subtle change in me. Almost as if I was beginning to relax into their hold. So everyone began to say different things. Some told me how good of an omega I was for them. Some told me they were here to protect me from all evil. A few explained how they would rip apart anyone that tried to hurt me again. Finally my numbness faded, and I was hit with a rocketing wave of fear, pain, and sadness. I began to cry loudly as they all cooed and tried to hold me tighter. I began to receive kisses, and other wiped my eyes. Some massaged my stiff limbs. But what stood out the most prominent to them was how horse my voice sounded, this is when they knew who ever had choked me definitely damaged my throat.

This sent the alphas into a frenzy as I was ripped from he betas by Jeongin. Changbin sandwiching me against mjeoning for behind as they all asked who had hurt me. It took a moment but I was able to calm down enough to say his name. "s-Sang-jun." It hurt to speak, and that helped me calm down more as it took precedence in my mind. Growls erupted into the room as the boys could only imagine what he must have done or said to me for this kind of reaction to happen.

Yet when they calmed down, they decided it was better to let me experience all their love tonight. The questions could be saved for tomorrow, for now I needed to be reminded of how much they loved and adored me. This was not only for myself, but also them. Most if not all had felt like they failed me, especially the two who were with me. They scolded themselves for not being fast enough with finding me. Only showing up to the aftermath of the event. They would make to make it up to you. Some how.

Chan picked me out of Jeongins arms, handing me over to Hyunjin. He knew the lead beta was best at pampering me when it came to baths and such. "Give her the most pampered and calming bath you can. Then dress her for bed and bring her down for dinner. We want her as comfortable as possible for the night." When can looked around the room he said. "Everyone needs to take a sick day tomorrow. It's time to spoil her for the day again, to remind her she is safe with us." Everyone nodded at his words. The alphas all following him to ago help clean and set the table while also cooking my favorite for dinner.

The Betas all followed with me and Hyunijin into the main bathroom. This one was big enough for almost the whole pack to bath together. But that never really happened, it was usually just a group of us together.

Together they helped me undress, they undid my hair letting it flow down. Then they too all undressed themselves, Jisung was the first one ready and he began to set up the bath. Felix grabbed all our soaps, shampoos and conditioners. Hyunjin picked me up and placed me down into the warm bath with ease.

Then everyone joined us as bubbles surrounded all of us, jisung had made me a bubble bath. They were all trying their best to bring my mood back up. Trying to make me smile fully again. This made me happier, but I don't think I would fully smile again for a bit. I was still experiencing short memories of my past.

The abuse I had taken for years upon years, along with everything I seen done to others. It was beyond devastating. I could still almost feel the pain from everything, all the mental, emotional and physical pain I had experienced.

More tears began to cascade down my face as these memories flashed through my head. Seungmin noticed me first and instantly picked me up to sit in his lap. He held my face into his neck, filling my senses with the scent of him.

This act of his began to calm me down slowly, as my body began to relax he began to kiss along my neck. He kissed specifically his mate mark, giving both of us a sense of euphoria in that single moment. Soon I felt more kiss from the other boys as they each kissed their mate mark. This some how helped me to finally fully relax, the horrid memories fading from my mind.

Now I was being filled with short memories of each mate, moments that made me feel as euphoric as possible. Seconds later Felix began to wash my hair with shampoo. While Seungmin and Jisung washed my body. After that hyunjin had washed himself and took care of my hair for the conditioner. While the others began to wash themselves.

Once all cleaned up, they helped me get out and began to dry me off. Hyunjin helped wrap my hair up in the towel. Once I was dry enough they helped me out of the room and off my my room. They grabbed their own clothes along the way.

Once in my room, I was sat on the extra fluffy grey fur laying on my bed. I was now dry save for my hair which was wrapped up in a towel still. Seungmin sat beside me, rubbing a hand over my back in comforting way while we watched our mates search my closet for clothes.

However besides the underwear, anything else they brought me I was unwilling to wear. "What would you like to wear sweetheart?" Seungmin finally asked after 5 minutes of this. "I want alphas clothes, but I also want to have your scents on them too." I whined. I needed the constant scent of my pack to keep me sane. I didn't want to risk falling into that pit of mental darkness again.

So with that Hyunjin and Felix went to snatch some clothes. When they came back I watched them spilt the clothes amongst the four of them. Hyunjin held Chan's jacket while scenting one half of it so it smelled like both of them. Felix scented Changbins shorts, Jisung had Minho's t-shirt and Seungmin had Jeongin's fluffy socks. Once the items smelled like one alpha and one beta, they helped me dress up. Finally I felt comfortable surrounded by their scents.

With that I was picked up this time by Felix as they brought me into the dining room. I could smell the delicious scent of spicy lamb skewers, with all the most perfect side dishes. I could feel my mouth water at just the mere sight of it all. Around the table stood each of my alpha's. I squirmed in Felix's hold who sat me down confused and a little worried. I quickly pecked his cheek as I went around giving each pack mate a quick kiss.

Without words I wanted them to know that I loved them, that I trusted them. I needed them to know that I didn't care they weren't there at the moment. Because they were there right now and that's all that mattered to me. They wouldn't let me get hurt again so this was okay.

I could feel them slowly relax with my actions, their emotions becoming softer more Lovey-dovey.

I quickly sat down in my normal seat, mall the alphas were quick to sit as close to me as possible. This the Betas were more than okay with after having spent the last half hour together. Immediately to my sides were Chan and Minho, while Changbin and Jeongin were next to them. Chan picked up and passed my plate to Jeongin who sat next to him. Jeongin filled my plate with a few good looking skewers. Minho grabbed my sides plate and had Changbin start putting on a few sides. Once they had filled it up Chan and Minho got to add a few more things as well. Till finally they were satisfied and placed my plates back in front of me.

This I smiled at and began to enjoy my meal, it was easy to notice all the pairs of eyes on me. I sighed in content at the taste of food as they watched me eat, they made sure to keep eating as well. I waited however until I had finished and was full before speaking.

"I guess you all want to know what happened today?" My voice was more timid than I initially intended it to be. "You don't have to say anything if you're not ready to babygirl." Chan spoke first. The others readily agreeing with him.

I took a deep breath before beginning to tell them the whole story. All the way from the beginning so they would understand everything. From the agreement with Seungmin and Changbin about my shopping spree, to the moment they found me in the mall. I stopped there to allow them a moment to take it all in before continuing.

"When I was found I had fully regressed into the instinctual mindset I had back in my old pack. Where it was better to have no emotions than the wrong one at the wrong time. I haven't experienced something like that since leaving that place, but something today just set me back into that headspace. When that happens, if it ever happens again, I never talk unless told to. It will be hard to bring me up from it especially if I regress really far. The days were I would regress way to far, I actually would remember little to nothing about that day." looking around I could angry and sad faces.

In the silence I decided to crawl into Minho's lap, burying my face into his neck as I just breathed in his scent. I felt him hug me tightly as he breathed in mine too. He was first to speak, reassuring me of everything. "We will never let that bastard of a man get to you sweetheart. No matter what it takes you will be ours. We are mated for life, nothing will tear us apart. We love you too much for us to let you feel pain like this again." I heard agreement around the table as Changbin spoke next. "Seungmin and I will see to it that you get the best of the best bodyguards anytime we go out where there is a possibility he may be." Seungmin nodded to me. Then he spoke as well. "If you would like we can also teach you self defense or get you some self defense weapons." I nodded to him saying I would think about the offer.

Soon everyone was calming down, having talked everything out and understanding what had just taken place was good for us. So with my belly full and my mood back to it usual tranquil happiness. I got up dragging the two lead alpha's along. "Movie night with pack cuddles please." I spoke loudly. With that I heard everyone get up and begin cleaning the table off. While the two I had dragged behind me just laughed to themselves.

Chan picked me up seconds later, as he and Minho pecked my cheeks. This earned them a giggle as I returned the kiss to each of them before we finally descended into the pack nest room. I would set up the nest with the freshly scented blankets, furs and even pillows. The other two were to get a movie picked out and then help me finish the nest, before the rest of the pack would join and a soft fluffy movie night full of love and cuddles began.

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