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It took Seungkwan a second to understand just what he had done.

The room was silent. Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Minghao – the only ones who had to accompany him for their shared schedule – just stood there, staring at him with varying degrees of shock. The only thing making even the slightest bit of noise was the plastic cup of ramen that was rolling on the floor, making circles against the wood before slowly coming to a stop.

The cup of ramen that Seungkwan, the Omega baby and sub of their Pack, had thrown into Seungcheol, the Pack Alpha and Dom’s face.

And it hadn’t missed its mark. There was a small bright red spot forming on the older’s forehead, where the foil lid hit him spot on. It was a testament to how hard Seungkwan had flung that little plastic box – after all, how much force would it take for a flimsy piece of aluminium to cause an actual mark on the man’s head?

The four of them watched as the little Pack rolled and stopped in between them. Seungkwan’s bitter, I’m-overtired-and-overworked scent quickly soured to I’m-in-huge-trouble-and-I’m sorry, just as Soonyoung and Minghao’s sweet, happy scents quickly spiced to anger-and-threatened. Seungkwan watched as Seungcheol shut his eyes, as tightly as he could and took a couple of deep, long breaths, clearly trying to control his own pheromones and not make everything in the room just…worse.

Seungkwan whined. He curled into himself, tried to make himself look smaller. He knew punishment was waiting for him; the only question was, how bad it would be.

Seungcheol finally opened his eyes. They were tinged red – Seungkwan knew how hard it was for him to hold his Alpha back, from making Seungkwan bend over the closest surface, mount him hard and fast, and bite him to make him submit.

It wasn’t throwing an object at Seungcheol that set everything off. No, it was the intention that the ramen was thrown with.

Seungcheol was known to be one of the best Pack Alpha’s out there. He was the always calm, always cool, always collected – he played around with his subs, was soft handed when needed – Seungkwan himself had some beautiful experiences with his Alpha-dom, times when he mounted their youngest Omega for a slow, thorough fuck, and other times when Seungkwan was pushed against a wall (or the kitchen counter, or their shared vanity), where his clothes were ripped from his body and he was taken hard enough to feel for the rest of the week. Seungcheol regularly played along with his mates, wrestling the maknae alphas and omegas to help them release any pent-up energy before pinning them to their huge nest and taking them lovingly. Seungkwan had often lobbed a cushion or two, right at Seungcheol’s head, to entice him into a quick wrestle, which ended with him getting pleasured for hours.

So, yes. Seungcheol has had things thrown at him. But Seungkwan threw that ramen to shove him away, to make it hurt.

He was so fucked.

“Seungkwan,” Seungcheol finally rumbled, Alpha-voice barely held back. The hint of a growl was enough to make Seungkwan’s head spin – he immediately lowered himself to his knees, whimpering. His gut twisted, the ugly, low feeling in his stomach making him want to throw up. He didn’t mean to throw anything at his Pack Alpha – Seungcheol was asking too many questions, made an unnecessary comment, everyone was too close and too loud, and the headache he had been nursing all day had peaked too hard and too fast –

“I won’t punish you,” Seungcheol announced, breaking through the younger’s inner monologue. Seungkwan wasn’t the only one who was surprised – both Soonyoung and Minghao’s heads whipped to him, eyes wide with disbelief. Just as Seungkwan began believing that he was off the hook, Seungcheol continued: “Your Omega doms will be taking over in the den.”

Seungkwan’s sweet Omega doms. Jeonghan, his Pack Omega, and Jihoon, his other dom. They were notorious for being cheeky and absolute teases in bed, and they absolutely loved being Seungkwan’s doms. It was almost a weekly tradition of the Pack in which all thirteen of them would gather in the Pack nest, and all the Alphas would watch the Omegas having fun without touching them. Seungkwan was always well taken care of by his Omega-hyungs, but they were creative with how they wrung out his pleasure. Jeonghan had an interest in ropes and blindfolds and gags and silken bindings, while Jihoon had a penchant for using all kinds of ribbed dildos and eight-point vibrators to pull as many orgasms as they possibly could. But for all the pleasure they could bestow, they could also dole out a healthy dose of pain.

The thing was, both Jeonghan and Jihoon were quite high in the hierarchy. Wonwoo may be older than Jihoon by a mere few months, but the Omega was a natural dom. Wonwoo happily submitted to him, to his Omega. And being that high up in the hierarchy, with a Pack as big as theirs, meant that both Jeonghan and Jihoon were also very good at punishments.

Punishments were vital in maintaining the health of the Pack bond. Subs constantly looked for settling spanks and slightly harder nips and kneeling – it pushed them into the subspace they were desperately craving to get into and also reassured their inner Alphas and Omegas that their doms were there to take care of their physical and emotional needs. It puts them back in their place – and everyone needs that reassurance. There were many moments in which Joshua was mounted by both Jeonghan and Seungcheol, and Jun by the three of them – everyone, other than Seungcheol and Jeonghan, had a dom, and therefore, got punished from time to time. Seungcheol and Jeonghan were equals, and therefore, simply dommed each other whenever needed – although it was extremely rare.

Except – the omegas were…creative. Once, when Seokmin had fought too much with Mingyu and had ended up using words that he shouldn’t have, Jihoon had put a cock cage on the poor Alpha and fucked Mingyu right in front of him. Seokmin loved watching; it was something that got him off almost immediately, but to watch Mingyu being taken care of and then being left high and dry for the next three days, he had appropriately learnt his lesson. Seokmin was properly pampered and fucked and kissed silly after, but the lesson stuck.

And now, Seungkwan was at their mercy.

Oh, he was so fucked.

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“Hey,” Jeonghan whispered, quickly shutting the door behind him. He was in the Omegas’ room, stripping out of his clothes and quickly passing over into the nest the three of them had lovingly fixed up just a few days ago. Jeonghan carefully approached the pair, making sure not to make any noise so that Seungkwan didn’t wake up from his nip-induced slumber.

Jeonghan had quite an eventful day. He and his sweet baby Chan had a schedule together – it was something comedy-related, and it was one of the very few times the Pack Omega had an exclusive schedule with the Pack’s Maknae Alpha alone. And his sweet Chan tried his absolute best to take care of his Omega-hyung; brought extra snacks for the journey (and insisted on handfeeding him), kept his eyes, ears and nose alert for any mood changes that Jeonghan might have (just like Seungcheol taught him to, all those years ago after his first rut), and kept close to Jeonghan, to keep him safe from any threats that could come their way (which, Jeonghan found the cutest – he had the best Alpha pup ever). As a reward, he asked the driver for twenty minutes extra in their car to take care of his baby – and what happened in the car was between Jeonghan and his Channie. As they walked into their den, Chan was still pleasantly loopy: his delicious, guava scent had turned even sweeter, as though dipped in caramel.

Chan may have been out of it. He may have grinned dopily at Seungcheol as they entered their house, clumsily reaching his Alpha-dom for a quick kiss-and-scent, before Wonwoo reached for his arm and pulled him into the house, presumably to their shower to wash off the scents of the day.

Jeonghan, though. He knew something was wrong. The burnt tinge to the Pack scent was very, very subtle, but it was still there. Jeonghan wanted to know what had happened, and he wanted to know what happened now.

Seungcheol, being Seungcheol, immediately knew. Before Jeonghan could even pose the question, he began, “There was an incident with Seungkwan.”

“What happened.” Jeonghan demanded immediately.

Seungcheol sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head in obvious guilt. “I should have realised.” Jeonghan stepped forward and brought the Alpha’s face down to his neck, startled by the raw emotion in his voice. “I should have realised,” he repeated after breathing in Jeonghan’s mango scent, “that Seungkwan was that unsettled. That tired. He’s been working too hard, Jeonghan-ah, and it blew up today.”

Jeonghan sighed and simply pulled Seungcheol closer by his waist, the two pressed together chest-to-chest. “Tell me everything, my love,” Jeonghan murmured. And Seungcheol did. He told him about everything – the argument, the ramen, and the ride back home. All while being cradled by his equal.

“Well,” Jeonghan hummed once Seungcheol was done, “you did the right thing, giving him to us Omegas. He’s been angling for a settling for quite a while now, hasn’t he, dear?”

It was true. Seungkwan had been the one with the most schedules lately, waking up earlier than most of his mates and sleeping after most of them were already in their beds. He had hardly been eating, trying out a new diet to lose weight, weight that his mates absolutely loved on him. He had been throwing small tantrums, too: stomping his feet at Joshua, purposely leaving dirty towels on Mingyu’s bed, slightly messing with Jun’s plushie collection. And they had appropriately punished him – five spanks here, a light nip there. But throwing something at Seungcheol? Had they been unaware of his exhaustion, it could have been seen as a challenge for Seungcheol’s position.

And Jeonghan knew his mates better than they even knew themselves. Seungkwan, with all his sass, was probably as much a dom as a stalk of grass was strong. He bent over willingly, enthusiastically, and was quite vocal about his pride as a sub; the only person he dommed was their sweet Chan, and on a very rare occasion, Hansol. He would never, in his right mind, challenge Seungcheol – he was the kind of Omega-sub to sweetly shake his rump at Seungcheol’s face and pull him behind the curtain, before handing all the reins over to the older to take complete control.

No. Seungkwan was unknowingly pushed into a corner and reacted rashly. And it was up to his doms to fix it.

“Where is he right now?” Jeonghan whispered, gently nosing into the exposed part of Seungcheol’s neck.

“Hmm…” Seungcheol hummed, pulling his face back to look at Jeonghan properly, “Jihoon has him. He took Kwannie up for a nap; poor thing is exhausted from all the crying.”

Jeonghan winced. There was a difference between settling-nips and punishment-nips. Settling-nips were lighter and were placed right on top of the scent glands on either side of the neck; they simply helped release a bunch of endorphins, and pushed a person into a pheromone high. For subs, the pheromone high would slip into sub-space, and almost always got them aroused enough to be mounted. Perfect for settling, for reminding their inner wolves of their place in the hierarchy, perfect for reminding them that their doms were still there, still capable of taking care of them. Punishment-nips, on the other hand, skipped the endorphins and the pheromone high completely – the bite, which would be placed directly at the main scent gland at the base of the nape, was firm and hard, and was meant to push someone straight into sub-space. It did not come with all those good hormones, just an intense feeling of being dommed; sure, it reminded a sub of their place, but did not come with the comfort.

As a dom, however, it was vital for them to provide that comfort through their words and touches after the bite was placed. It was one of the worst unspoken offences in their society to punish a sub to the point they are pushed into a sub-drop. No: subs were precious, and even through their punishments, absolutely deserved to be taken care of.

Which, according to Seungcheol’s words, Minghao and Soonyoung had done perfectly. Seungcheol spoke of how, while he had no hand in punishing Seungkwan as he had told the man, Soonyoung and Minghao were permitted to give him two punishment-nips in the car ride back home and spent the rest of the two-hour journey simply holding the younger close and comforting him through his tears. Jeonghan’s poor Omega cried the whole way and undoubtedly had swollen eyes.

Jeonghan placed a lingering kiss on that still-slightly-red spot on Seungcheol’s head, before placing a quick one on his lips. “I’ll go see to him, yeah, baby? You go get some rest. I know Shua is home. Why don’t you lie with him?”

“Hmm.” Seungcheol hummed again. “Love you.”

Jeonghan just giggled. “I love you too, my Cheollie. Now go.”

And that brought us to the present.

Jeonghan kneeled next to Jihoon, who was holding the younger close to his chest, face buried in the producer’s neck as he slept. “How long has he been asleep?”

Jihoon sighed, twisting just slightly to face his Pack Omega. “Not long enough,” he replied, just as quietly, pausing for a moment as Seungkwan shifted in his sleep. The younger simply stuck tighter to Jihoon, throwing a leg over the older’s hips and winding his arms around Jihoon’s waist just a bit firmer, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but coo. “He’s been asleep for an hour, hour and a half tops. Didn’t go down easy either, I had to nip him again for him to settle enough. I say we let him nap as much as he needs to.”

“I agree, Hoonie-ah,” Jeonghan murmured, deciding to lie down behind Jihoon. Jeonghan couldn’t help but smirk at Jihoon’s reddening cheeks – whenever the three Omegas slept alone, it was quite normal to find Seungkwan in between the two, as their sub. However, sometimes Jeonghan needed to (very subtly) remind Jihoon that he was also Jeonghan’s sub.

“Now, Jihoon-ah,” Jeonghan whispered, letting his breath fan against Jihoon’s neck, “how was your day?”

.:.

Seungkwan woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in the past two weeks. It was quite sad, retrospectively speaking, to know that a three-hour nap fixed most of his issues. And truly, he felt well rested, his headache was gone, and the food that Jihoon had force-fed him prior to his nap left his stomach feeling better than it had in a month.

Speaking of his older Omega – it calmed some inner part of him, that tiny kernel of doubt that he always carried that his mates would leave him when they found someone better, when he felt himself still tightly wrapped up in Jihoon’s arms. Another pair of arms reached from beyond his back; he knew that it was Jeonghan, the Pack Omega’s mango scent blending enticingly with Jihoon’s cotton candy one.  Seungkwan kept still, kept his eyes closed, hoping for a few more moments of sleep and simple comfort before his punishment. He knew it was coming.

“I know you’re awake, sweetheart.” He suddenly heard, Jihoon’s words rumbling through his chest and pleasantly all over Seungkwan’s back. “Did you sleep well?”

Seungkwan nuzzled into Jihoon’s neck, trying to smother his tangerine scent all over his Omega dom. “Yes, hyung. Thank you.”

“Hmm…” Seungkwan heard a hum, and couldn’t help but raise his head from where it rested to make direct eye contact with his Pack Omega. Jeonghan stared right back, eyes sharp and shrewd, and it sent another tingle down Seungkwan’s back; he had really fucked up with his Pack Alpha, and knew he was in for a longer, harder punishment. He only wished they took into consideration the two punishment-nips he had gotten earlier that day; they had genuinely worked, and he knew what he had done wrong.

“My poor baby has been so exhausted, hasn’t he?” Jeonghan crooned, and Seungkwan’s eyes widened. How did he always know exactly what to say? “We’re sorry, Kwannie. Hyung’s here now. Hyung will take care of you, I promise.”

Seungkwan could not hold it in anymore and proceeded to quickly bury his face back into Jihoon’s neck before the first sob could tear its way out of his throat. He felt them physically move him, Jeonghan reaching over to grab him by the waist while Jihoon twisted underneath him to seamlessly transfer him in the middle of their little pile, Jeonghan on his left and Jihoon on his right, as his tears showed no signs of stopping. They were purring at him; light, sweet croons which tried to calm Seungkwan down, while they heavily petted him, stroking up and down his nude body.

“Hyung,” Seungkwan choked out, still crying, “hyung, I’m so sorry-!”

“Hush, now, my sweet,” Jihoon interrupted, placing a kiss on the younger’s forehead, “we’re here, hyungs are here now. We’re going to take over, okay? Quiet down that big, beautiful brain of yours.”

Seungkwan whimpered, tears slowing down a bit. Yes, oh yes, that sounded so good.

“You want to tell us what happened?” Jeonghan asked, slipping a hand into Seungkwan’s hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. Seungkwan’s eyes fluttered closed, fully enjoying all the touches and scents over him, before he began.

“I was exhausted, hyung.” He rasped, before clearing his throat, “There’s been too much going on lately, so many schedules and this diet isn’t fucking working-”

“You know we love your body,” Jihoon interrupted again, “probably more than we should.”

“I know.” Seungkwan replied miserably, giving his Omega dom more space as he nosed into his scent gland, “but the comeback is quite close, and the company is-”

“Fuck the company, Kwannie.” Jeonghan said immediately, smiling as it managed to bring out the slightest giggle from Jihoon, “I’ll take care of that. No more diets for you. I want those tiny love handles back; I loved holding them.”

He felt a small blush take over his cheeks before he continued. “And today I just had the worst headache. I think it came on because I haven’t slept well in the past few weeks, I don’t know. And we got to the set, and Alpha hyungs were asking too many questions, and their scents got too bitter too quick, and all Cheollie hyung had to say was ‘I think that’s too much attitude, baby’ for me to grab the nearest thing and throw it at him.”

For a moment, there was no noise in the nest other than three people’s breathing.

Jeonghan hummed again. “And then my poor baby got two punishment-nips on the ride home, huh?”

Seungkwan sighed. It came out shaky, because “I know the punishment’s not over. Is it?”

Jihoon shook his head gently. “No, my love. But,” he leaned down to place a kiss against the younger’s lips, all sweet and soft, “the worst is done. One nip is hard enough, but two? Baby’s had it rough, hasn’t he?”

Seungkwan whined, nodding his head. He could slowly feel his thoughts leaving him, being replaced with nothing but his Omega dom and Pack Omega’s reassurances.

“Hoonie, darling,” Jeonghan crooned again, making both his subs look at him, “can you go grab the wooden hairbrush from our supply closet, baby? I think we should get it over with as soon as possible, before we pamper him a bit, don’t you think?”

“Sure, Omega.” Jihoon agreed, smoothly removing himself from the tangle of limbs to step to their little supply closet. He wasn’t surprised at Seungkwan’s widened eyes; Jeonghan and he had discussed how the punishment would go while he was asleep.

By the time Jihoon returned with the brush and a plug for later use, Jeonghan was already sitting cross-legged in the nest with a slightly squirmy Seungkwan sprawled over his lap. Jihoon couldn’t help but smile a little; Seungkwan loved squirming, enjoyed thumping his feet through his spanks and throwing a small tantrum every time he was being tied up, but a quick settling-nip immediately halted all movement.

Jihoon had a front-row seat to the experience, watching as Jeonghan tutted and shook his head before leaning down, exposing the left side of Seungkwan’s neck and promptly biting down on his scent gland. Jihoon watched as his Omega dom held his teeth there for a few moments, watched as Seungkwan gasped loudly, watched as all the fight practically melted out of his body as he went completely limp. It was a beautiful scene.

“Shh, baby, I won’t do too many,” Jeonghan said, stroking Seungkwan’s back. Seungkwan let out a small, pathetic whimper, tears resurfacing at the prospect of being paddled by the hairbrush, but Jeonghan knew his Kwannie. It would help the younger feel more centred, feel more balanced; and once he was thoroughly mounted by his Omega doms after, his inner Omega would be at peace as well. “I’m just doing twenty, baby boy. It’ll be over before you know it. Hoon-ah, can you hand it over – thank you, baby.”

Jihoon placed the brush in Jeonghan’s hands and quickly moved to kneel by Seungkwan’s head. His Kwan looked at him, tears dripping down slowly, as Jihoon reached for his wrists and held them tightly in his hands. There was always a dom who was required to look at their subs’ faces during a punishment; many of them went nonverbal, so they always wanted to make sure that they didn’t push them to their limits to actually safe word by simply observing their facial features. Anyone and everyone was encouraged to tap out when it got too much, no questions asked, but it was helpful to adjust the pace if it was slowly getting to the point of no return.

And Jihoon watched. He watched as Jeonghan murmured that he was about to begin, watched as he stroked the skin over Seungkwan’s bum, watched as he instructed the younger to count for him. He had to tighten his hold, just slightly, as the first hit came – it wasn’t hard at all, more of a light smack than a proper slap against skin, but it still jolted Seungkwan enough for him to flinch violently.

The tears came faster. “O-One.” He whimpered, burying his face in Jeonghan’s thigh.

“Good boy.” Jeonghan replied, before bringing the brush down on his other cheek.

And throughout the paddling, Jihoon watched Seungkwan count, watched Jeonghan stroke the over-hot skin of the sub’s bum before bringing down the next swing, each hit getting lighter and lighter, watched Seungkwan’s silent sobs become louder and louder. Jihoon watched Seungkwan’s face, and other than the discomfort caused by the paddling, all he could see was sheer relief.

Good. Jihoon knew he had been angling for someone to dom him, properly, for at least a week now. He was disappointed he hadn’t picked up on his cues earlier – it shouldn’t have come to this stage.

“Twenty!” Seungkwan gasped, sobbing so hard that his shoulders shook with it. His whole face was as red as his rump, tears dripping down his cheeks and chin to reach his neck, and there was not one coherent thought behind his eyes.

He whimpered, still crying, as Jeonghan pulled him up to sit in his lap, wiping the tears off his face and cuddling him close. “That’s it, such a good boy, took his punishment so well,” Jeonghan whispered, kissing Seungkwan all over his face, “my beautiful sub, my pretty baby, my darling mate…” Jihoon watched as he pulled back, Jeonghan’s sharp eyes looking straight into Seungkwan’s eyes, flashing his teeth before saying, “You’re mine.”

Seungkwan went limp in his Pack Omega’s hold and automatically tilted his neck in submission. Jeonghan immediately pressed his teeth into the scent gland, over the dents from the previous nip and gave him a firm bite.

Jihoon startled at how wet he was, slick dripping out of his slit and onto his underwear and dick fully hard. He couldn’t help it; seeing their Omega settle so beautifully made Jihoon want to mount him.

Jeonghan, with his almost instinctive perception, could tell immediately. He looked at Jihoon from Seungkwan’s neck, carefully watching his other sub patiently kneeling next to them as Jeonghan licked over his bite, smoothing the sting that he caused. Seungkwan was trembling – but it wasn’t out of fear, but rather out of the sudden surge of hormones that the nip caused. Jeonghan could feel the affects already; he felt his Kwannie’s little dick harden up against his abdomen, and a familiar wetness drip onto his lap.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Jeonghan whispered. He knew exactly what the younger was feeling, but he always had to make sure.

“Hyung…” Seungkwan shuddered, burying his face into Jeonghan’s neck, nuzzling into the crook there, “hyung, please, I want…”

“Alright, alright, baby…” Jeonghan chuckled. Seungkwan had oh so slowly started to grind on him, the wet patch on Jeonghan’s underwear growing bigger, and he whined as Jeonghan grabbed hold of his hips to keep him still.

“Doesn’t our lovely Jihoon look a little neglected, sweet Kwannie?”

Jihoon blushed as both Omegas looked at him, one sharp and teasing, and the other completely spaced out.

“Hyung,” Seungkwan rasped, reaching out for him with a hand, “Hoonie hyung, Omega, please.”

“What do you say, Jihoon-ah?” Jeonghan cocked his eyebrow, grinning at the producer, “Wanna fuck our Kwannie, show him his place?”

Jihoon’s wolf howled. “Yes.”

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“There we go, Kwannie, lay still for me,” Jeonghan murmured, laying him on his back in the middle of the nest. Seungkwan hissed slightly, the burn on his backside still quite bad, but his mind was pleasantly quiet.

“Does it hurt too bad, baby boy? We don’t need to-”

“Hyung,” Seungkwan mewled, opening his legs and arching his back, showing a beautiful view of his tiny dick and soaked pussy, “Hoonie-hyung, please-”

“Okay, okay, darling, I’m right here,” Jihoon placated, crawling into his sub’s arms. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“Please, hyung, Omega-”

“Shh, Kwan-ah, patience.” He crooned back, and watched Seungkwan’s face as he looked in between them, reaching down to part his pussy with two of his fingers.

Jihoon loved Seungkwan’s pussy. Always so blushing pink, with a slight gradient of darker skin; it was as if God painted him with so much care and attention. His lips, both above and below, were so ripe and fat, ready to be taken. And his dick? Always so pink and fat and small and wet; Seungkwan always had a lot of precum, and coupled with the bucketloads of slick he consistently dripped in any of their sessions, sex with Seungkwan was always very wet and very messy.

That’s where, evolutionary wise, male Omegas got lucky. They had both male and female anatomy; even if they could not get anyone pregnant, male Omegas could get pupped themselves. So, Jihoon could fuck Seungkwan, or simply rub their clits together – really, he was spoilt for choice.

After a punishment, however, it was important for doms to mount their subs. It triggered a biological response; the feeling of getting bred left subs in a pheromone high for even longer, and their inner wolves were coaxed into submission, leaving a completely happy, calm and dozy sub. And even though Jihoon and Jeonghan couldn’t knot their lovely Kwan-ah, they could still hold him down on their dicks and pump him full of their loads.

“Look at you,” Jihoon said, feeling himself get impossibly harder. “No one’s touched you yet, and you’re already so wet.”

Seungkwan was positively dripping. The stream of slick was steady and dripped all over the nest, saturating it in his tangerine scent.

Jeonghan came to lie next to Seungkwan, propped up on one arm as he watched the scene in front of him. “C’mon, Hoonie,” he purred, reaching over to one of Seungkwan’s nipples and flicking it softly, “enough with the teasing. Are you going to mount our sub or not?”

“Patience comes to those who wait, hyung,” he replied, and sunk two fingers into Seungkwan. Seungkwan began trembling again, whimpering and whining, tears lining his eyes as he looked at his dom slowly pump those fingers in and out of him, slow and steady.

“Hyung,” he garbled out, “hyung, kiss, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Jihoon replied, and didn’t stop his ministrations as he leaned down to capture younger’s lips between his.

Seungkwan moaned, opening his mouth to let Jihoon in – and Jihoon dove in with his tongue, licking in and slightly biting at Seungkwan’s lips and making it hurt just enough for the sub to positively gush around his fingers. Seungkwan tried to get more stimulation, tried to grind up into Jihoon’s hand, but the Pack Omega was there to hold him down, pinning him to the nest with a firm hand to his hip.

“Hyung, please need-!”

“Alright, alright, enough teasing,” Jeonghan interrupted Seungkwan’s tearful plea, staring straight at Jihoon, “mount our sub, darling, before I do it myself and leave you wanting.”

Jihoon knew that threat would hold true if he didn’t act. So, with no warning, he adjusted himself correctly and sheathed into Seungkwan, down to the hilt.

“Ah~!” Seungkwan couldn’t help but gasp, arching his back at the sudden, but not unwelcome, intrusion. Jihoon sighed, the warm tightness around his dick providing sudden stimulation. He didn’t realise how close he was to coming.

Seungkwan stared at Jihoon, tears falling from his eyes once more. “Omega,” he rasped, reaching for him, for his mouth once more, “Omega, dom, please-”

And Jihoon needed no more prompting.

Jihoon began to thrust, hard and fast and rough, the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of skin and squelch of precum and slick creating the most sinful symphony. Seungkwan was still crying, choking a small ‘Ah-ah-ah!’ against Jihoon’s mouth with each thrust against his womb, jolting him upwards in the nest.

“Do you feel that, Seungkwan?” Jihoon asked, whispering right into his ear, “You feel your dom take you? Feel me fill you up?”

“Uh, uh, yes, oh my god~”

“Fuck, I’m going to pump you up. I’m going to breed you so full you’ll be bloated with my come-” Jihoon grunted, thrusts faltering slightly.

“Ah, Omega, yes~!”

“You’re mine, you’re ours – going to make sure you stay ours-” Jihoon grinded in, cruelly attacking Seungkwan’s g-spot with his cock.

“Hyung, dom, I’m going to come!”

“Uh huh?” Jihoon reached down again, right above where they joined, to flick against the tiny nub right below where Seungkwan’s cock was, “Come for me darling.”

“Ugh~!”

“Come!”

And with a high, keening cry, Seungkwan came, and came, and came.

He clamped so hard around Jihoon’s dick that he had to momentarily pause his thrusts, letting his mate’s orgasm run through. Seungkwan’s eyes had rolled back, and his mouth was open in a silent scream, breath coming out in short, uneven gasps as he trembled furiously. His dick spurted out clear cum onto his toned stomach, while his inner walls rhythmically massaged Jihoon, trying to suck in as much cum as his body could, but Seungkwan had to wait. Jihoon wasn’t done just yet.

Seungkwan suddenly went limp, gasping for breath as his orgasm petered out. Jihoon looked between them to see his entire pelvis completely drenched in Seungkwan’s slick; his little mate had squirted all over him.

“Ah, hyung!” Seungkwan whined, glazed eyes staring at Jihoon as he slowly began thrusting again, trying to reach his own orgasm. Jihoon knew he had just come, that he would slowly get overstimulated, but he was also aware that Seungkwan liked the pain that came with the overstimulation, and could easily go for at least five more rounds, if not more.

Seungkwan tried to reach over, tried to weakly push Jihoon off him, and that’s when Jeonghan stepped in. “Ah, ah, Seungkwannie, we’re not going to do that,” he tutted, shaking his head, as he grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head, “who is the dom here, baby?”

“You,” he replied immediately, tears still falling and eyes still glazed and empty as Jihoon’s thrusts grew rougher and rougher, “you – guh – a-and Hoonie-hyung~!”

“That’s right, baby,” Jihoon grunted, shoving in-in-in as far as he could go, before pulling out till his tip almost popped out, and then violently shoving back in, “Told you I would pump you up. I’ma make you fucking take it, my sweet mate.”

Jihoon knew he was close. He had been slowly growing more and more aroused the whole evening; there was no way he would have been able to last as long as he usually did. 

“I’m going to come in you,” he growled, Omega-voice making his tone even rougher, “I’m going to come in you, and you’re going to take every single fucking drop, like a good fucking sub.”

“Please!” Seungkwan wailed, thrashing against Jeonghan’s hold as another orgasm slowly built up in his gut, “Please, dom, ah – breed me~!”

“Fuck!” Jihoon yelled, reaching over to move Seungkwan’s neck to one side, “fuck, I’m gonna come! Gonna breed – uh – you full-!”

“In me, dom! Omega, please!”

And just as Jihoon dove into Seungkwan’s neck to place yet one more bite on his scent gland, he mercilessly shoved as far as he could go, pressing right up against Seungkwan’s cervix as he filled his mate up with load after load of his spend, slick dripping out of his own slit onto the nest. It triggered Seungkwan’s orgasm, because after a load wail, Jihoon could feel an even bigger gush of slick hit his skin, all warm and deliciously tangerine, as Seungkwan’s walls clamped violently around his dick, prolonging his own orgasm. Jihoon crammed as much of his cum inside Seungkwan as he physically could, even pulling out and shoving back in in aborted little thrusts to make sure it all stayed inside, but it came leaking out anyways. He just came that much.

Jihoon let go of his neck, placing long licks over the bite to soothe the skin. None of the nips, both meant for settling or punishment, ever actually broke the skin – they only ever caused deep indents; however, simple stimulation to the area prolonged the pheromonal release, and helped in keeping their subs in that beautiful, floated high space for longer.

Eventually, Jihoon groaned as his gut tightened for the last load, the stream of cum he had been pumping into Seungkwan dying out. He lifted himself off where he had lain over Seungkwan, pulling out slowly and shushing his mate, knowing his baby hated feeling empty after a good breeding.

“There we go, my love; oh, my darling mate, my sweet, sweet boy,” Jihoon crooned, crawling all over his debauched Omega, placing kisses all over his face, “such a good sub, took his breeding so well,” he rubbed his hands all over his arms, his torse, reaching down to squeeze his hips while kissing Seungkwan, delving into his mouth, all syrupy slow. And then, Jihoon looked at Jeonghan, who had been patiently waiting, patiently watching the whole time. “Hasn’t our Seungkwan been such a good Omega, Hannie-hyung? Hasn’t he been perfect, dom?”

Seungkwan was still slightly trembling, but he clumsily looked up to Jeonghan for an answer, a whine leaving his throat as one of the Pack Omega’s hands came down to stroke his cheek. He still held Seungkwan’s wrists in his palm, albeit in a loose hold, but his eyes were clear. Sharp. Ever-perceptive.

“Maybe,” he answered, brushing a featherlight touch over Seungkwan’s forehead, “Maybe I have to mount him myself, Jihoon-ah, before I can answer that question.”

Seungkwan trilled, still non-verbal, just as Jihoon grinned, a smile sharp enough to cut stone, before he said, “Well, why don’t you, then?”

.:.

“Prop him up a bit, Jihoon-ah, just–yeah, just like that, thank you, baby,” Jeonghan instructed, sliding a few pillows underneath Seungkwan’s hips, making sure to support his weight enough in his position.

They had to take a break. Seungkwan was deep in sub-space and had come a lot – the poor thing was dehydrated, and coupled with his still-present exhaustion from his lack of sleep, he had dozed off, even though the baby Omega wanted to keep going. Jeonghan and Jihoon had, of course, let him – the nap would be beneficial to all of them, but they didn’t sleep until they forced a bottle's worth of water into their Kwannie. It was a short nap, half an hour tops, before Seungkwan stirred awake, nuzzling into Jeonghan’s neck with a whine, grinding on the thigh in between his legs. His doms had used a plug to keep all the come inside him, and it pressed in deep, but Seungkwan wouldn’t feel truly settled until and unless his Pack Omega mounts him.

He was still riding the high when Jeonghan and Jihoon manoeuvred his body into a presenting position. Seungkwan’s body was practically jelly, completely limp and easy to move, and his doms wanted to make sure he would be completely comfortable – hence the pillows and blankets being used to prop him up.

And what a wonderful view he was. Face buried in a pillow below him, with his pretty little bottom propped up and high in the air, the pink diamond of the plug glistening prettily in the light. Jihoon stayed kneeling by Seungkwan’s head, threading his fingers through the younger’s hair, petting him slowly while Jeonghan stroked a finger over the cleft of Seungkwan’s ass. “Your ass is always so tempting, baby,” he crooned, pressing oh so slightly over the pucker, “had I not needed to mount you, I may have taken your other hole.”

Seungkwan merely moaned, pushing his face deeper into the pillow and weakly raising his bottom higher. Jeonghan was right there, though, to push him down, pressing him into the pillows below with a firm hand to his lower back. “Ah, ah, Kwannie,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his left butt cheek, “it’s Pack Omega’s turn. Don’t move, okay? Let me take you.”

“Omega…” he whined out, voice muffled by the pillow. Jeonghan giggled, stroking the still-warm skin from his paddling before, as he simply flicked the plug nestled between the fat lips of Seungkwan’s pussy. His pussy lips were red from how hard Jihoon had fucked him before, and his cum was frothing at the smooth edge of the plug, where it tapered. Jeonghan once again thanked the Gods that Omegas came a lot – it felt especially satisfying when they mounted a thoroughly chastised sub.

Seungkwan jerked at the cruel way Jeonghan was twisting the plug; his Pack Omega was merely swirling it around inside him, and not pulling it out and mounting him like he promised. And Pack Omega promised – multiple times. “Dom!” he pleaded, trying to push back into Jeonghan’s hand, to get any sort of stimulation, anything at all, but Jeonghan’s firm grip on his hip didn’t allow him to move at all.

“And now who’s teasing?” Jihoon spoke, bending down to kiss the crown of Seungkwan’s head.

“Yes, yes, I’m getting to it,” he replied, and with a lazy smile, Jeonghan smoothly pulled the plug out. Seungkwan groaned with a guttural ‘guh!’ as a shiver ran down his spine, hole gaping around nothing at the sudden loss as Jihoon’s load steadily dripping out of his pussy.

“But…” Jeonghan contemplated out loud, a cruel sort of sparkle twinkling in his eyes as he lay down on his belly right behind Seungkwan, face right in front of his dripping sex and parted his lips to look into Seungkwan’s creamed hole, “what kind of Pack Omega, what kind of dom would I be, if I don’t drink out of our sub first?”

And with that, Jeonghan dove in.

He immediately attacked his sub’s clit, pulling it harshly into his mouth and sucking, letting Jihoon’s cum drip down into where they were joined to make it truly wet and messy, before moving up again and roughly thrusting his tongue into Seungkwan, tasting cotton candy cum and tangerine slick. It was delicious. It was heaven.

And Seungkwan? The Omega wailed, tears once more making a reappearance as his pussy got tonguefucked, trying his best not to move as per his dom’s order. And yet, he ground into Jeonghan’s face, trying to get him deeper, faster, harder.

And Jeonghan did. Something took over the older; he spread Seungkwan’s lips as far as they could go, as he reached impossibly deeper, tongue swirling and pulling the mixed fluids into his mouth. It spilt over his lips, and down his chin, dripping down his long neck alongside his drool, all while he was trying to drink more. He moved to his sub’s clit again, now plumped up and angry-red like his cock, and decided to use his teeth to gently nip at the little nub.

“Hyung – I – Omega!” Seungkwan screeched, throwing a hand back on instinct, trying to push Jeonghan away. That’s where Jihoon came in – much like his time mounting the sub, where Jeonghan held him down, Jihoon grabbed Seungkwan’s wrists and pinned them in his lap, holding their sub down nice and firm.

“Do you know how delicious you taste, Kwan?” Jeonghan rasped, licking big, fat line all over his pussy, “Could eat you for every meal, for the rest of my life, fuck,”

Seungkwan began humping the pillows below him, grinding his dick against the soft material to get some form of relief. He was getting close, and he was getting close fast. “Hyung, hyung, hyung~!” he chanted, resting his head against Jihoon’s leg and emptily staring into the distance, only focused on the impending peak of his orgasm.

“That’s it, Kwan-ah, take your pleasure,” Jeonghan moaned, as if Seungkwan’s peak was to be his own, “c’mon my love, grind on me.”

Seungkwan pushed back into Jeonghan’s mouth, rubbing and grinding, frantic and messy, trying to get closer-closer-closer –

“Dom – ugh – dom!”

Jeonghan pushed two fingers into Seungkwan, crudely pumping in and out, long digits fiddling with the entrance to his womb while he continued to suck and lick and slather over his winking nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “Come for me, baby, come.”

With a silent scream, Seungkwan’s entire body tensed up, muscles constricting hard as he came all over the pillows below and violently squirted all over Jeonghan’s face.

And before the first stream could even end, Jeonghan removed his fingers and mouth, got onto his knees and smoothly pushed into Seungkwan, hissing as he could feel the rapidly constricting walls massage his dick for cum.

And started thrusting. Hard.

“Ah – dom – ‘mega-!” Seungkwan’s first orgasm hadn’t even properly passed, and yet he could feel the second one approaching. It hurt, but it hurt so good. Jeonghan was reaching so deep, his slightly curved cock rubbing insistently against his g-spot, the rough thrusts churning whatever remaining cum already in him and making it froth at his entrance, the sinfully wet splat-splat-splat noises of Jeonghan’s pelvis slapping onto Seungkwan’s skin being the only other noise other than Seungkwan’s guttural moans.

Jihoon got to watch as his Omega dom leaned over, draping himself all over the smaller’s back and bringing his arms around Seungkwan’s neck, leaning into his ear to whisper all the filthy words in the world as he continued to shove into Seungkwan’s still pulsating walls.

“Shoulda had all your doms here,” he grunted, shoving in deep and grinding against Seungkwan’s cervix, “shoulda made you take all their knots before mounting you.”

“Gah!” Seungkwan was drooling, eyes rolling back into his head, completely limp and dazed. Jeonghan wasn’t just fucking him – he was using his body, taking what was undeniably his.

“You’re mine,” thrust “you’re my sub,” thrust, “you’re my mate,” thrust, “my fucking Omega.”

Seungkwan shuddered and came again, shoved so violently over that edge that his first jet of squirt pushed Jeonghan out of him. Jeonghan did not hesitate to reach down and push himself back in, thrusting just as hard, just as fast, as though Seungkwan wasn’t actively gushing onto him and the nest.

“Fuck, going to pump you so fucking full-!”

“Dom, please-!”

“Want me to come inside? Yeah?”

“Yeah~!”

“Want to be fucking owned – uh – fucking bred by me?”

“Ye-ugh!”

“Fuck~ gonna make sure to shove it deep, gonna make sure my baby’s bred, bloated, swollen, gonna” thrust “put” thrust “my” thrust “sub” thrust “in his place!”

“Dom!” Seungkwan wailed, sobbing onto Jihoon’s lap. He was already reaching his third orgasm. Or did his second ever truly finish?

“Want me to come?”

“Yes~! Yes~!”

“I can’t come unless you come, baby boy.”

“But-!”

“Ah, ah, going to disobey your dom?”

“NO!” Seungkwan practically screamed, shaking his head vigorously.

“Then come for me, mate.” Jeonghan suddenly whispered. And Seungkwan, being a good sub, could not disobey his Pack Omega dom.

Seungkwan’s body didn’t just tense up; he practically started convulsing, thrashing on the pillows laid out below him as another orgasm tore through his body, dick dribbling a small amount of cum onto the sheet below, while his pussy was too overstimulated to produce any more slick. However, his inner channel squeezed tight-tight-tight around Jeonghan, demanding his cum, and with a handful of aborted thrusts, Jeonghan placed another nip on Seungkwan’s scent gland, pushed in as deep as he could, and came.

Seungkwan sobbed, finally feeling spurt after spurt of warm cum fill him up, his dom firmly pressed against his cervix to make sure he appropriately bred his womb. Just like a dom should. Jeonghan pulled out just a bit and pushed back in, trying to cram as much seed as he could into his sub, properly claiming him, properly filling him up. Seungkwan whimpered, mourning the loss of Jeonghan’s spend as he felt some of it leak out, but Jeonghan simply shushed him as he pushed another load into his channel.

“It’s okay, Seungkwan, shh…” Jeonghan licked the indented skin at his neck, holding his sub down, still pumping more seed, albeit slower than before.

Seungkwan was drained. He was exhausted. He could feel his eyelids grow heavier by the second, his eyes getting harder to remain open with every passing blink. He nuzzled deeper into Jihoon’s lap, the dom still faithfully petting his hair throughout the whole scene, still holding his wrists in a gentle grip.

It was only then that Jihoon decided to speak up, feeling his Seungkwannie’s exhaustion through their bond. “Hush, darling, you can sleep now.” He crooned, placing another kiss on his head, hands coming to gently wipe the tears off his face. “Sleep, baby, your doms will take care of you.”

Seungkwan simply sighed, closed his eyes, and began softly snoring, knowing full and well that in the arms of his Omega doms, he was safe, he was protected, and he would be taken care of.

Chapter Text

Seungkwan wasn’t surprised he woke up in the bath.

It was almost routine; he’d be fucked six ways to Sunday, pass out, and be taken care of in his sleep so that he could wake up fresh, not sticky, and simply squeaky clean. And he was a certified pillow-princess; he enjoyed the pampering, even if he wasn’t awake for it.

However, his multiple short naps had given him enough reserve energy to slowly blink his eyes open, just as he felt himself being lowered into warm, scented water. He could tell that his Jeonghannie hyung used the good almond oil, the nutty, rich scent wafting up into his nostrils, making him feel even more drowsy than he thought he would.

“Waking up, my heart?” he heard, and he twisted his head to look up at Jihoon, who sat in the bath holding Seungkwan, supporting his Omega baby’s full weight in the water. Seungkwan trilled, a happy, contented sound, craning his neck and nosing into Jihoon, soothing himself with his sweet, sweet scent.

“Good, at least he’ll be able to push it all out,” Jeonghan said, walking into view with an armful of towels, all warm from the ten minutes they spent tumbling in the dryer.

Seungkwan smiled lazily. It was the small things that really made his spine simply throb with love for his mates – the warmed-up towels (because they knew he hated feeling cold after a long bath), using the specific brand of almond oil (because they knew that the peppercorn scent that was infused into the oil was one of Seungkwan’s absolute favourites), having someone hold him in the bath (because they knew never to leave him alone after a thorough breeding, the Omega hated bathing alone), and so much more. They knew him so well, too well, and their pampering never left him wanting.

“Hyung?” Seungkwan called out to his Pack Omega, who was meticulously placing the still-warm towels on their heated rods, “Please?”

“Yes, Seungkwan, I’m coming, just a second, my darling,” Jeonghan crooned, knowing exactly what Seungkwan wanted. He finished his task as quickly as he could before stepping into the bath, slowly placing himself in between Seungkwan’s legs, chest plastered to his, and making Seungkwan a very contented and happy filling in an Omega sandwich.

“Happy, my baby?” Jeonghan asked, smiling and kissing his forehead, and the answer was evident even before Seungkwan could sound a hushed little ‘yes’.

Seungkwan’s previously bitter-tinged scent had blossomed into a very sweet and juicy tangerine, the same scent as when the fruits were at their ripest for picking, super sweet and mouth-wateringly fresh. It pulsed from the Omega’s multiple scent glands, drenching them all in him, and blended perfectly with his Omega Dom’s scents as well, the whole bathroom overpowered with the scents of cotton candy, tangerine, and mango. Had an Alpha walked in at that moment (especially any of the maknae Alphas, who had comparatively less time learning how to control their wolves than the hyungs), they would have most likely popped a knot there and then, no stimulation needed.

Jihoon chirped, craning his head to lay a small kiss against Seungkwan’s jaw. “Our good baby.” He said. The praise didn’t end there – the entire bath, Jeonghan and Jihoon kept whispering sweet nothings into the younger’s ear, praising his skin as they scrubbed him down, playing with his ears as they got the small area behind his lobes, tickling his toes as they carefully massaged in between each appendage. Seungkwan simply leaned against his dom and enjoyed not having to move, blushing slightly at all the words of warmth, all the affection being practically thrown at him.

He only shifted when Jeonghan reached for the plug in between his legs, pussy still throbbing pleasantly and his tummy slightly taut from the loads he took, still stuffed full of his Doms.

“You’ll regret it tomorrow morning if we don’t clean you out, my heart,” Jeonghan murmured, trying to reach for the plug after Seungkwan had pushed him away from, but the singer whined, closing his legs, not letting his Pack Omega touch the little jewelled thing.

“Nooo,” Seungkwan whined, blinking up at Jeonghan, his puppy dog eyes out in full force, “wanna – wanna feel full.”

“Seungkwannie.”

“No, hyung.”

“Darling, you’ll start cramping-”

“Hyung, pleaaase-”

“Aigoo, my baby, you’ll start hurting overnight, we’ve talked about this-”

“Noooo-”

“-maybe,” Jihoon interrupted their back-and-forth, thoroughly amused, “we can let him keep the plug, hyung. As long as Seungkwannie promises to remove it first thing in the morning and tells one of us if he starts cramping at night.”

“Yes!” Seungkwan twists and places a kiss on Jihoon’s lips, smiling broadly, “I promise, I’ll take it out tomorrow, I just want it for some more time, Dom. Please?”

His puppy dog eyes were powerful on a normal day, but after a punishment and a hard-and-long mounting? They were invincible.

Jeonghan sighed, looking upwards as if annoyed, but his little smile betrayed his bubbling mirth. “Alright. But!” he paused, letting Seungkwan kiss him, “But, you have to take it out tomorrow morning, first thing. It isn’t healthy to leave in for too long, my darling.”

“Yes, hyung.” Seungkwan said.

“Okay. It’s time to get out, baby, you’re getting all wrinkly, I know you don’t like that.” Jihoon spoke, lifting the younger slowly, and simply held him close as Jeonghan wrapped him up in towels.

Jeonghan began herding them towards the bathroom door, speaking, “Now, off to the nest, I have to moisturise Seungkwan before we settle in for the night-” he opened the door,

And screamed.

There stood Seungcheol, in all his glory, leaning against the wall in a simple pair of a hoodie and sweatpants with a bottle of body oil in his hands. He flinched at Jeonghan’s screech of terror, hitting his elbow against the wall, hissing in pain as he took a step back, trying to make himself look smaller.

“Just me, just me!” he floundered, pulling the hood off his head, and even threw his hands in the air for good measure. His three Omegas breathed in relief, Jeonghan closing his eyes and placing a hand on his chest, right over his heart, breathing hard.

“God, Cheollie,” he said, “you scared me, love.”

“Sorry, sorry,” the Pack Alpha apologised, a half-cheeky grin on his face. “Forgive me?”

“Hmm, forgiven,” he replied easily, getting on his tip toes to place a sweet kiss on Seungcheol’s lips, rubbing his cheek into his Alpha to scent him casually.

“Looks like Seungkwan’s settled,” Seungcheol whispered, nosing at Jeonghan’s still-damp cheekbone and casually wrapping an arm around Jeonghan’s naked back to pull the Omega closer. Jihoon and he had adorned a single towel each, tied off at the waist, while Seungkwan had three wrapped around his body, all warm and cosy.

Jeonghan hummed in agreement. “Settled perfectly for us. He’s been too exhausted for too long, Cheol. We all need a break.” He whispered back.

“I’ll talk to management.”

“I’ll come with.”

“Okay.”

Seungcheol placed a final kiss on his cheek before turning to Jihoon, who was watching the whole scene from behind Seungkwan, still holding the sub close to his chest. “And you, my love,” Seungcheol rumbled, the Alpha’s voice all smooth and low, “how have you been today?”

“Good, Alpha.” Oh. It seemed like Jihoon wanted some attention for himself.

“Come here, Jihoon,” Seungcheol cooed, and in a smooth transition, he had his arms full of his producer, while Jeonghan had wrapped his arms around Seungkwan once more, watching as Seungcheol dipped his head into Jihoon’s neck and licked fat, broad stripes over his scent gland, transferring as much cherry scent over the younger as he could. Jihoon gasped, palms gripping the bulge of his biceps as he let himself be handled appropriately. His cotton candy scent became even sweeter, if that was possible, pumping out and sticking to the three surrounding him, claiming them as his. Jihoon buried his face in Seungcheol’s exposed gland, breathing in the tart scent right from the source, rubbing his cheek slightly to coat himself in it and placed a little kiss on the swollen bit of skin as a parting gift.

Because he knew that Seungcheol was there for Seungkwan. The body oil in his hands was proof enough – but when Jihoon had stared at it for just a moment more, he realised that it was Seungkwan’s favourite shea butter body oil, the fast-drying and greaseproof kind he loved to be lathered in. Oh, well. If he couldn’t get his Alpha’s full, undivided attention tonight, he knew Jeonghan would take care of him, would let him sub perfectly. And in their nest, where it was already drenched from the scents of their previous activities? Oh, it would be perfect.

And as expected, after leaving a slow, languid kiss on Jihoon’s lips (and shamelessly driving into his mouth for a moment, the dirty Alpha), he turned to the singer, round eyes meeting his. “Seungkwannie,” he crooned, “come with me?”

Seungkwan whined, took a wobbly step forward, and promptly dove headfirst into Seungcheol’s neck.

Seungcheol giggled, letting his sub nose into his scent gland, the singer placing tiny kitten-licks on his Alpha’s skin and vigorously rubbing his face into his scent.

“Aigoo, poor Seungkwannie,” Jeonghan tutted, completely at ease even though Jihoon had plastered himself all over his back, “two punishment-nips, twenty spanks and two mountings. He’s had it rough today.”

“Hmm.” Seungkwan’s voice was slow and muffled, never having completely come out of sub-space. “Was good. Got bred by Doms.”

“I can see, baby,” Seungcheol whispered, reaching a hand down over Seungkwan’s lower abdomen, rubbing the slight swell there. “C’mon, now, time for bed. And I assume he’s going to have that plug taken out tomorrow morning?”

“Yep, good luck with that, Cheol-ah,” Jeonghan said, grunting slightly as he hoisted Jihoon up his back for a piggyback ride to the Omega’s nest. “See you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you too, my angel,” Seungcheol murmured back, watching them silently as Jeonghan toddled off, waiting until they entered their room and the door clicked shut behind them before hoisting Seungkwan up into his arms, holding his Omega close to his chest.

Seungkwan stared up at Seungcheol. His Alpha stared back. Suddenly, two splotches of red began spreading all over Seungkwan’s cheeks, and with a flaming blush, he shyly asked, “Hyung, kiss?”

Seungcheol smiled, his lips quirking up smugly. He and Seungkwan had a long history – he knew that Seungkwan had a long-standing crush on him when he had first joined Pledis, all those years ago, knew that Seungkwan always considered him a very handsome and capable Pack Alpha, and knew that he was Seungkwan’s first knot, years ago when he first presented. He knew that Seungkwan’s feelings for him only grew from there on, and with all his sass and general ability to be loud and rambunctious, he knew that Seungkwan would always listen to him, would always quiet down for him, would always be the sweet Omega sub he loved to be for his Doms. And Seungcheol had the added advantage of bringing around that shyness that Seungkwan tried to hide, making him blush and stutter and hide his face away from his flirting. Seungkwan was Seungcheol’s baby Omega, and it was a bond that the Pack Alpha wouldn’t give up for the world.

Seungcheol’s feet took them to the empty room on autopilot, the Alpha spending the entire walk there slowly kissing Seungkwan as he desired. As expected, Seungkwan easily opened up to him, his mouth letting Seungcheol inside, breaths mingling as Seungcheol controlled the pace of their undulating lips, taking the younger slow and sweet, just like he deserved.

Seungcheol opened the door with his back, twisting again to shut it behind him, before slowly laying Seungkwan on the empty bed. He had Jisoo in his arms earlier, both of them quietly cuddling and watching random TikTok videos on one of their phones, but both of them could tell that Seungcheol wasn’t settling properly. So, as soon as they heard the bathroom door open and close, they knew the Omegas were done – and that’s when Jisoo kissed Seungcheol’s cheek and slid off the bed, making his way into Wonwoo’s and leaving him the room to bring Seungkwan in.

And there he was. His previously unsettled, now beautifully submissive Omega, nude as the day he was born, was lying in the middle of his bed, the bed that was drenched in his scent. Something in his head went wonderfully quiet when he saw Seungkwan begin to roll in the sheets, trying to rub more of the Pack Alpha’s scent onto himself, trying to smother himself in it.

Seungcheol silently got into bed, kneeling at the foot of the mattress, simply watching Seungkwan rub his skin into the sheets. He let him take his time; after all, what Seungkwan was doing was completely normal – subs had an instinctual need to be drenched in all the scents of the Pack after their punishment, just to know that there was still harmony within the pack, and that they were all still there. In the event that they couldn’t get the entire Pack into a cuddle pile, such as now, the Pack Alpha and Pack Omega had to be extra careful in satiating that particular need by scenting the sub until the whole pack was present again. In a sub’s mind, a happy Pack Alpha meant that the Pack itself was okay, and that was, somehow, enough to calm their inner wolves.

It was too late at night to wake everyone up and herd them into the Pack Den; everyone had packed schedules, and Seungcheol was aware that more than half of the Pack was knocked out. No, the Pack scenting would have to wait till the next morning, and he was more than capable of taking care of his sweet Seungkwan until then.

Seungkwan eventually stopped his squirming, instead lying flat on his back, arms and legs spread out on the bed, just staring at Seungcheol.

Seungcheol smiled, popped open the cap of the bottle of body oil and poured some into his palm, rubbed it between his hands to warm it up and grabbed Seungkwan’s foot to begin massaging it in.

And Seungkwan’s reaction was everything Seungcheol needed. He closed his eyes, a trill of contentment leaving his mouth as his muscles practically melted into the bed, letting himself relax once again. “S-Seungcheollie hyung…” he stuttered, slow and syrupy, sleep catching up with him faster than he expected, as the Alpha skillfully massaged his ankles.

And, truly, Seungcheol gave those joints some extra special care. Seungkwan was infamous for sprained and twisted ankles, just as he himself was known to injure his knee, Jeonghan and his wrists, or Soonyoungie and his shoulder. He slowly moved up, rubbing oil into his shins, massaging the muscles, and then his thighs, his abdomen (where he spent a few moments rubbing over the little pouch of cum, making Seungkwan whine as he dozed), up to his chest and arms. Seungcheol slowly manoeuvred Seungkwan onto his back, hushing his whimpers, to rub oil all over his back, massaging along his spine and shoulder blades, getting rid of any knots there.

He reached Seungkwan’s bubble butt and winced slightly. He could tell that the bright red was the result of an instrument rather than a hand, given the almost perfectly square-shaped bruises on his skin. His rump was still warm to the touch, tiny welts in places where he was undoubtedly hit more than once, and Seungcheol knew they would sting the next day, and probably the day after.

He could tell that his Omegas had already rubbed on a generous layer of aloe vera gel, given how sticky Seungkwan’s skin was, but Seungcheol would rather be safe than sorry and simply rub on some more. He reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, rummaging past various knick-knacks to pull out the soothing moisturiser cream, before squirting it straight onto Seungkwan’s overheated bottom.

And it was a testament to how tired Seungkwan was when he barely flinched at the sudden coldness of the gel hitting his bare skin. He barely whimpered, eyes fluttering just the slightest bit as he snuggled harder into the pillow underneath his head. “Alpha…” he whispered, all in his sleep, shifting slightly, but it quickly ended as Seungcheol murmured out a small, “I’m here Boo, Alpha’s here,” and just rested a warm palm against the small of his back, pinning him gently to the bed. He rubbed in the lotion, making large, gentle swirls over his cheeks, not pressing too hard and making the sting worse. Had Seungkwan been awake and alert, and willing to do anything sexual, Seungcheol would have dipped in between his cheeks and massaged him through another orgasm – but at the moment, his darling Omega had been through enough punishment and was absolutely exhausted from the day’s events.

Seungcheol leaned back, making sure each bit of Seungkwan was thoroughly moisturised, before leaning down to kiss him just above the swell of his ass and climbing up to lay next to his Omega.

And he couldn’t hold back his grin, as he watched Seungkwan fidget a bit before gravitating towards him, all in his sleep. He threw a leg over Seungcheol’s hip, squirming toes and all, and lay his head on the Alpha’s chest, slightly damp hair landing right over his heart. And with a deep sigh and a smack of the lips, Seungkwan stilled. A moment later, he let out the softest, cutest little snore, properly asleep once more.

And Seungcheol followed him, holding onto the Omega’s hip as he fell asleep as well.

.:.

Seungkwan felt the warm rays of the sun on his cheek before he even opened his eyes, sleep slowly leaving his body as he felt himself being manhandled onto his back. His Alpha’s cherry scent still stuck to the warm sheets – good, it hadn’t been that long since he had been awake, meaning that he was the one moving Seungkwan while he sluggishly woke up, meaning Seungkwan could probably convince him to come back and lie with him for a couple more minutes. He was fully aware that the entire Pack had a jam-packed day, schedules lined up back-to-back, and that he would have to get up sooner rather than later, but his night had been filled with nothing other than simple, dream-free deep sleep, and Seungkwan was guaranteed it was because his Pack Alpha had held him securely to his chest the entire time.

Before he could open his eyes and plead the Alpha to come and hold him again, though, he felt his legs being gently pushed apart, and Seungcheol slipping up up up, until his knees were thrown over Seungcheol’s shoulders and the Alpha was breathing right over his still plugged pussy. The warm puffs of air against where he was most sensitive made him clench around the plug, and of course, Seungcheol noticed, but of course, he didn’t acknowledge it. Because he would let Seungkwan act as if he were still asleep, if it pleased the Omega.

“So pretty…” his sweet Pack Alpha grumbled, voice still gravelly from sleep, “such a pretty Omega, and all for me.”

And oh, doesn’t that just make Seungkwan melt? Praise hit different when it came from his Pack Alpha, when they were all alone, and all his attention was only on him. When Seungcheol had all the time to take him apart, and put him back together, with his words, his mouth, his fingers and his fat cock.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he continued, his warm breath on Seungkwan’s folds making the singer shiver, placing a kiss on Seungkwan’s inner thighs before continuing, “so beautifully stuffed, stuffed by my Omegas. Can I taste you, Seungkwannie? Can I taste all my Omegas, please?”

Seungkwan finally opened his eyes and looked down at his Alpha, and oh.

Seungcheol was lying on the bed, still in his hoodie and sweatpants, arms casually slung over Seungkwan’s legs, gently pawing at the very tops of his thighs, as he blatantly stared back up at him. His Pack Alpha, one of the twelve loves of his life, his mate, was waiting for Seungkwan’s permission, even though there was no chance he was going to say no. Why would Seungkwan ever deny his Alpha?

“Please…” Seungkwan rasped, voice slightly scratchy, “Please, hyung.”

Seungcheol smiled and reached over to the plug still nestled between his lips. It was quite a wide one – it had to be, so that nothing spilt out overnight, but that also meant that it slightly hurt when Seungcheol pulled it out, his inner muscles sore and stinging from the prolonged stretch.

“Hush, my darling, I’m going to make it better,” Seungcheol said, immediately pushing two fingers in so that nothing came spilling out. Seungkwan whined, suddenly feeling very empty but also in a bit of pain, but he knew his Alpha would make it not hurt anymore.

And then, Seungcheol kissed his clit, and Seungkwan threw his head back and moaned.

The thing was, Seungcheol was skilled. Too skilled. He had been there ever since the start, observing his mates, and for some reason, Pack Alphas just had a sixth sense for their mates’ likes and dislikes. He knew just the right buttons to press, just what to do to make them groan and squeal and shudder and stammer through their pleasure, and for some reason, he found his own pleasure in it.

And it was the same with Seungkwan – Seungcheol could feel his cock throb against its confines in his pants as his mate reached down and grabbed his hair, holding on almost painfully as he tried to grind into Seungcheol’s mouth. Seungcheol felt his toes curl over his shoulders, could feel his thighs tensing around his head, and he had barely even started. Seungkwan was always so wonderfully sensitive; every single one of his spots made him respond so eagerly, so Seungcheol didn’t even have to do much to garner such a response.

And truly – all Seungcheol had done was kiss and lightly suck on Seungkwan’s clit, and he had already been tensing up so delightfully.

Seungcheol smiled, slowly removing his fingers from Seungkwan’s pussy as the man panted above him, and before Seungkwan even had a chance to complain, the Alpha licked into him.

“Ah, Alpha~!” Seungkwan choked, pulling harder at the man’s hair, trying his hardest to pull him closer, but unable with the way Seungcheol was pinning him down.

Seungcheol hummed, the sound travelling through Seungkwan, making him even wetter and drip out of him and onto his Alpha. Seungcheol was completely surrounded by his Omega’s scents – if anything, they were dripping onto his tongue, into his mouth, onto his face; he was in heaven.

And in looking for that heaven, he drove deeper. He thrust his face into Seungkwan, nose pushed up against his clit, as his tongue reached far into him, twisting and thrusting and scooping more cum and slick out of the Omega. Seungkwan, on the other hand, just tried to weakly hump Seungcheol’s face, rubbing his clit onto the bridge of Seungcheol’s nose.

“Hyung, alpha, mate!” Seungkwan gasped, mind blanking out, not having any thoughts other than his own pleasure. Seungcheol simply slurped, sucking out more cum into his mouth and down his throat, some slick and spit dripping down his chin and onto the bed, not knowing that he was growling, panting, practically inhaling Seungkwan. “Hyung, hyung, gonna cum!” he gasped again, hand leaving his hair and going up to grab the pillow underneath his head, clutching so hard that the fabric groaned in protest.

That did not deter Seungcheol. Instead, he pulled out of Seungkwan’s heat to wrap his lips around Seungkwan’s clit once more and suck hard, and with the very slightest hint of teeth, Seungcheol bit down on the swollen, hard nub.

And just as Seungkwan’s back lifted off the bed and his legs wrapped around Seungcheol’s head hard enough to crush, he came with a silent scream.

Seungcheol happily lapped up all the slick that squirted out of Seungkwan, some of it joining the spit and slick already on his chin, all while he watched his cute little cock spurt clear cum all over Seungkwan’s tummy, some even reaching up to his chest. He let Seungkwan hold him there with his thighs, petted his hips as he flinched and trembled as he came, let himself lap over the Omega’s folds as they clenched and pulsed through the orgasm.

Seungkwan all but collapsed back into the bed, the last few throbs constricting his inner walls as he went completely limp, still panting wildly. Seungcheol slowly took Seungkwan’s knees off his back and crawled over him, placing small kisses over the light bruises on his hips, over his (now flat) tummy, over his chest, on his neck (and oh, didn’t that feel amazing), and finally stopping right as he was face-to-face with Seungkwan.

He smiled down at his Omega, feeling his cheeks dimple. “Good morning, mate.” He whispered.

Seungkwan giggled, still breathing a bit heavy, but not as badly as before. “Ah, Alpha,” he whispered back, all coy and sweet and pretty. Just like how Seungkwan always was with him. How he should have been yesterday. “Won’t be a good morning until you kiss me.”

“Ah, of course. What a bad Alpha I am. Let me rectify that, my precious darling.”

And he bent down, meeting Seungkwan’s lips with his own in a slow, toe-curling kiss. Seungkwan didn’t even try to fight for dominance, as he usually liked to; he simply opened his mouth with a low chirp, letting Seungcheol in, letting the taste of cotton candy and mango and tangerine and distinct cherry coat his tongue.

“Not a bad Alpha,” Seungkwan replied after breaking off the kiss, slapping against Seungcheol’s chest lightly in protest. “Never a bad Alpha. I’ll fight anyone who says so. You included, hyung.”

Seungcheol chuckled. “Alright, baby boy. I know my honour is safe in your hands.”

With that, Seungkwan smiled ever so sweetly up at his Alpha, the room scenting happy, contented, settled sweet tangerine, and all was right with Seungcheol’s baby Omega.

.:.

“On a scale of one to ten, how was your punishment?” Seokmin asked that afternoon, after preparing two packs of ramen for himself and Seungkwan.

“Ten on ten. Woozi hyung and Hoonie hyung mounted me. Soonie hyung got me ice-cream this afternoon, and Myungho hyung fucked me with a dildo.”

“I want to be fucked with a dildo!” Mingyu complained, flopping down next to the pair on the sofa.

“Wait, who fucked you with a dildo?” Chan asked, just walking into their living room.

“What about Cheollie hyung, though?” Seokmin asked instead, and everyone waited to hear Seungkwan’s answer.

Seungkwan chewed through the noodles in his mouth before saying, “He ate me out first thing in the morning.”

“I want someone to eat me out!” Mingyu whined instead.

“Hyung, when are you ever normal?” Chan questioned, sitting next to the Alpha in question, giggling as the taller growled playfully.

“Did Cheollie hyung come in his pants?”

“Oh, I bet he did, he comes way too early when he eats any of the Omegas out.”

“Wait, are you sure? Cause I think he was going to spend all day with Jun hyung today, and he needs a full tank for him. Jun hyung’s got an insanely short refractory period on a normal day, but his rut is coming up too. He tried to suck Shua hyung dry yesterday.”

“Nah,” Seungkwan said, drinking down the soup, “he came in his pants.”

Miles away, on their date, Seungcheol sneezed five times. “All okay?” Junhui asked, pulling out a tissue from his pocket.

“I just know Seungkwan’s talking,” he said, wiping his nose, “and I know he’s telling someone that I came in my pants today.”

“Ah,” Junhui hummed, thinking to himself. “Oh well, nothing new for you. You come in your pants all the time. Remember the first time you saw the mole on Vernonie’s ass, and you came?”

“You did not have to bring that up, love. At an arcade, of all places.”

Seungcheol could not complain further, however, as Junhui spotted a photobooth and immediately pulled Seungcheol in to make out.