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Jul 23

OMEGAVERSE OT8 x Reader: part 5

Poly OT8 x Reader

Description: Jisung, Changbin, and Seungmin help Y/N through a wave of heat before everyone comes back to the nest. Chan finally comes back home and his teeth really ache

[warnings: oral (male-receiving), cum/slick play, threesome, orgy (the whole gang is there!), dirty talk, alphas: Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jeongin/omegas: Minho, Felix, Jisung, Seungmin, general omega verse antics]

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a/n: hiiiiiiiii me again! SO THIS LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER I'm so sorry, but I hope this was worth the wait! thank you for being the most patient with me since this took forever and a day. I am definitely going to write another part if you guys want it, I just think writing omegaverse for poly OT8 + y/n is just a blast! I'm worried about the taglist again so let me know if I messed it up! Thank you again for all of the sweet words, I hope you enjoy some more skz omegaverse brain worms!

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Jisung's really pretty all fucked out.

He's always pretty, Y/N thinks, but he's especially pretty, all sweaty and pouty, dripping down his thighs like he's the one in heat. The brief time Y/N spent with him during his heat in Osaka, she'd been enamored with just how alluring he'd become. Every single bit of him suggested he was meant to draw an alpha in, from the glow of his skin, the rosy hue of his cheeks, the wide, needy eyes. Even if he was sort of bratty, he smelled so good that it didn't matter. He'd slicked all over the place too, so drippy that she had to sneak out of bed and change her bottoms once (because his preferred way of cuddling was completely latched around her).

And that was without the prospect of a knot. Even in her heat brain, she could recognize that he'd look very nice when he was on one. Which is why she was doing what she was doing right now.

After eating, Y/N had fallen asleep, and so did Seungmin. Seungmin had come in after Minho sent him because he'd been pacing outside the door anxiously. Apparently that's something he used to do all of the time, when they were all still new and freshly presented, but he'd long since stopped. Now, with an unmated omega in the nesting room, it must have been making him anxious. Y/N feels bad about it -- there's no situation where she'd want to make him uncomfortable in his home. At the mention of the situation, though, and her crestfallen face, Seungmin had crawled into the nest with her permission and slid his fingers into the slots of hers.

"Not a bad anxious," he told her softly, "I just wanted to be in here, but I didn't know if I was allowed."

Y/N had pouted her mouth, forcing her brain to work, "Why -- why wouldn't you be allowed? In. . .in your room. . .in your pack's nesting room?"

Seungmin looked at her incredulously, "Because it's your room right now." He told her, "And I didn't want to impose."

Changbin had pet the back of her head soothingly, "Seungminnie is just extra respectful of our mating cycles. He only likes to come in the room if he's explicitly invited, but he didn't want to push you to invite him. He also couldn't stand to be doing nothing while you were in here." He filled in the gaps for her, "He likes to feel useful, our sweet puppy."

Bashful, he looked off to the side, "Shut up, Changbin."

"What? What did I do?"

So Y/N held his hand extra tight, and Seungmin rubbed their wrists together to scent her, and then she promptly fell asleep. Full-bellied, warm, cradled by Changbin behind her, Seungmin lying next to her, holding her hand, and Jisung with his head on Seungmin's belly and his leg wrapped around her calves. He even had his fingers hooked in the waistband of the underwear they put her in, though he made no move to do anything. Y/N thinks he might just be doing it for comfort; somehow, she doesn't know (she'd heard something about him needing a comfort hole during his heat, whatever that means). He'd asked if it was okay and Y/N nodded. . .she didn't mind it, really.

When she woke up, it was to soft whines. Through bleary eyes she saw that Seungmin was still sleeping across from her, their hands still interwoven. He must have been sleepy too, she thought, as she shifted slightly. Upon her movement, she was instantly met with Jisung's mouth fit around Changbin's cock. She couldn't see much of it, but she knew it was thick, probably jaw-sore. There was already a knot at the base.

"Sorry, aegi," he murmured, "Hannie was having trouble being quiet, so I gave him something to do with his mouth."

Jisung looked like he'd been doing it for a while, the way his eyes seemed to glaze over, drool sliding from the corners of his mouth, making a mess in the soft curl of hair at the base. One hand was still tucked in her bottoms, while the other was flat against Changbin's tummy. At the sound of moving, she twisted so that she could get a better look. She felt no beads of jealousy welt through her -- she thinks she's supposed to, or something, when another omega is near a knot that's "meant" for her. Y/N doesn't mind sharing, though. She's always been really, really good at sharing.

With a grunt, Jisung slid off, strings of drool and precum sticking to his soft, plushy mouth. "Babyyy," he smiled at her, "I -- I got his knot ready for you."

Y/N wanted it. Her walls clench around nothing, and she felt so miserably empty, but. . .but he got the knot ready. Didn't he deserve to feel it? She could smell how badly he wanted it -- and she could bet that his slick was staining his sweatpants right now. It had probably soaked right through. She blinked, nuzzled her face into Bin's soft, full chest, before opening her mouth and digging her teeth into it. He gasped, the arm around her tightening. "Ow! Baby, why?" He whined, and Y/N reached for the bottom of his shirt, peeling it up.

"Jisung gets this knot," she answered.

Both of them made disgruntled sounds, "But --"

"Binnie will give me another," she cut them off, assured, confident in his ability to knot twice relatively quickly -- Felix had told her that once. That his knot doesn't last for very long, but he can knot multiple times in an hour. Y/N knew she wouldn't have to wait too long, which made it more bearable. "Right after. But you get this one first."

Jisung pouted, "That just doesn't seem fair."

"It is."

Changbin chuckled, still holding her tightly. Y/N's arms craned a little so that she could keep holding Seungmin's hand, but her cheek was pressed to his chest, and his arm was beneath hers, wrapped around her torso. "She's strong-willed," he murmured, "She's worse than you."

Y/N is resolute, and once they know she isn't backing down, she watches keenly as Jisung crawls into Changbin's lap. He discarded his bottoms and nearly tossed them off the bed, but Y/N grunted, shook her head, and pointed at the foot of her nest. He carefully placed it at the foot of the bed, and when he did, he had to bend over just enough to show his glistening thighs. They're pretty -- they look soft. Y/N wondered what her fingers would feel like inside of them, just as she wondered what they'd be like inside of Minho, or of Felix, or of Seungmin. Was it as warm and wet as she could be? Would they like it if she was inside of them in any way?

Y/N took Changbin's hand from the arm wrapped around her and drew it toward her mouth. She slid a couple of fingers in to keep her satiated until Jisung was knotted, her gaze fixed on where he sat on trembling knees and rocked back. The head of his cock must slap against his hole because they both gasp and moan with a jerk, before Jisung reaches back, and carefully, slowly, guides Changbin inside of him.

They both moan, and Y/N got wetter -- if that's possible -- and she suckled on the fingers between her lips, against her tongue. Changbin used his free hand to grab Jisung's waist and hold him steady as he sank down, just above the swell. "Fuck," he gritted out, "Tight, Sung."

"Sorry," he sounded whiny, a little grumbly -- Felix had told her once that Jisung is sweet and a little pathetic when he's cock drunk, "S'cos I have an audience."

"Yeah, our little voyeur. She's like Channie-hyung."

It's hot to watch. They moan and grunt, and Jisung leans down and kisses Y/N over the fingers in her mouth, so their tongues are all tangled in between them. His hand rested on her thigh, fingers dug into the flesh and squeezing, crying out when the head of Changbin's cock must be hitting his prostate. It's good, Y/N thinks, it's so good, and she is excited to know what it will feel like. How it will stretch her out, leave her a little gaped. Jisung bounces on it like he woke up desperate for it, and holds onto his right pec to stop it from jiggling the way it was with each move. If Changbin's grip weren't so tight on her, she'd lean in and put his nipple in her mouth. He seemed like the type who would be really sensitive to that.

It doesn't take him long to cum, and it turned out that Jisung is a lot less bratty when he's stuck on a knot. He moaned; his cock throbbed and jumped one, two, three times before he started to cum untouched all over Bin's belly and Y/N's thigh as soon as Changbin came in him, knot locking them together. She helped herself to some of what splatted on their skin, while Jisung slumped, trying to catch his breath, but also trying not to flop down on Changbin like she knew he probably wanted to.

"Shouldn't the one in heat be the one on the knot?" Seungmin's voice, groggy, heavy with sleep, came from behind her, and the grip on her hand tightened. "I'm telling Minho hyung you're stealing knots."

Jisung whined, "I am not," he shook his head. "Y/N told me -- she said she wanted me to! I would never take a knot meant for her."

Seungmin, diligently, unwrapped her from Changbin's arm and slowly pulled Y/N into his chest. He is not the most cuddly, but when he wants to, he really wants to, so Y/N goes easily. His chest is pressed against her back -- Seungmin is slim, but his shoulders are broad, so when his arm wraps around her body and his left hand rests against her inner thigh, she feels small in comparison. He pressed his nose against her nape and breathed in, just how Minho did, before continuing, "And that no good alpha just let him do it, huh?"

Y/N thinks it's funny, hearing how similar Minho and Seungmin are in how they tease. Being between them in bed was probably a little stressful in a good way -- Y/N liked not knowing what would happen next.

"Yah!" Changbin is loud, reaching for where Y/N had been stolen from him, "She asked for me to knot him!"

"Yeah, blame the one who has heat brain, real mature."

Y/N giggled, took Seungmin's free hand, and nuzzled into his palm -- his hands are big, just like Jeongin's -- she feels like she could disappear in them. "I did," she finally found her voice again, "I wanted. . .I wanted that. Bin will knot me soon."

Seungmin sighed against her, softly, "Hm? Do you think he'll fit?" His fingers slid between her thighs. "You smell like Minho hyung back here." He murmured as a side note, "He gets really greedy when he scents his omegas."

Changbin hummed, reaching out for Y/N just as Seungmin fit his fingers between her thighs, the tips of them getting messy in the slick that spilled from her. "All our omegas smell like Minnie," he runs the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, "Chan too. They're possessive, y'know? They don't want anyone going around thinking they can hit on us."

They always include her so easily -- like it's the simplest thing in the world. Y/N knew, somewhere deep, deep in her brain, that they were only doing it for her heat's sake. To create this faux sense of ownership, like she was a piece of their pack, to soothe the ache of her very insides so wanting for it. Deep down, she knew it was fake, but she thinks she's allowed to revel in it for a while -- appreciate it. Pretend that Minho's scenting her because the pack omega doesn't want anyone getting any ideas about who she belongs to. That Felix is all over her because he wants her close, and Hyunjin held her so tightly and listened to her, because that's what alphas did for omegas that belonged to them. That Jeongin was sweet on her because she was his. Changbin and Jisung were staring at her with soft eyes, and their scents were so potent because they wanted her around all of the time. That Seungmin is holding her so close because he couldn't imagine not doing that for her during her heat. That when Chan comes home, he'll spread her out, and bite her neck, and claim her because she was pack, and she was his, which meant she was theirs.

Ah, how nice that would be. Her eyelids fluttered when Seungmin slipped his fingers inside, legs shaking when he curled them expertly and nudged against the soft, gushy bundle of nerves inside of her. "How many times have you been stuffed? And you tighten right back up, don't you? You're made for this." There are kisses peppered against her scent gland; Seungmin's scent curled around her. Jisung reached out to grab her hip and dug his fingers into the flesh of it.

"No fair," he fussed, wriggling and stirring a groan from Changbin, "I want to feel her too."

"Hannie loves feeling inside," Seungmin murmured low, his voice vibrating against her throat. The heat inside of her swells, burning through her, coiling in her lower belly. Everything they do to her feels so good; she can't believe she's ever had to go without it. "He'll want a turn after you've been knotted. S'that okay?" Y/N nodded, drooling -- she kept meaning to swallow, but it's hard to, when Changbin's fingers crept into her mouth. Seungmin's own speed up inside of her, three deep and stretching all the while. His knuckles dipped past her walls, tugging at her entrance, paying no mind to how she squeezed them between her thighs. "Yeah? He smells good, doesn't he? Him and Changbin together smell really, really good. You'll be filled up with both of them soon. I bet you'll love that. And you'll love when everyone comes in here, won't you? When Innie comes back, Yongbok and Hyunjin wake up. When Minho comes after finishing up his routine. When Channie comes home. . ."

A whine left her as she trembled through another orgasm, just from his fingers, and his scent, and the way he talked to her like he's sharing a secret. He giggled against her nape and subtly rutted his hard-on against her bum, before he took his fingers out of her. First, he brought them up to his own mouth -- she could hear the sound of his tongue slicking against them. But when Jisung whined, he shared -- holding it out for him to have too.

Which led them here. How Y/N knows that Changbin's knot has settled is that Jisung scrambles out of his lap and presses up against her. She squeaks when he pulls Changbin's fingers from her mouth to push their lips together, whining and whimpering as he flutters his tongue in between them. Changbin coos at them, like he's used to this display of omega love -- he probably is, honestly. Y/N could only imagine how often the omegas must do this with each other. Jisung is sliding around her like he'd morph into her body if he could, and it doesn't feel like it's his first time wanting to be this close. He purses his lips around her tongue and sucks like he might want to devour her too. Should they melt together? Y/N thinks they could, if they tried hard enough.

Eventually, he parts from her, but not of his own will. Y/N followed to see Seungmin's fingers curled up in his hair, tugging him back. "She needs to get her knot ready," he murmurs, "You'll have her soon. Want to warm me?"

It's through a lot of whining and some coaxing that they do a handoff; Jisung for Y/N and Y/N for Jisung. Changbin pulls her over, atop of his body, and her thigh lands between his legs. His softened cock is pressing against her skin, and she shivers, feeling all too hollow and empty once more. Changbin's lips are a perfect pout, pretty and small when his mouth is closed. Y/N latches onto them without thinking much about it, kissing and pecking, sighing against him. It's easy to melt into him too, Y/N thinks; all she wants is to sink into his skin and live there right now. He's warm, and so is she, but it isn't bad -- it's comforting, and being in his arms is cozy, even though she starts to slide down his body.

Y/N doesn't keep her teeth to herself. The further into her heat she gets, the less she finds herself caring about where her teeth are digging. There's always this ache in her gums, to gnaw and chew -- her friends joke that she was supposed to be an alpha but some wires got crossed. She's always been bite-y.

And Changbin had muscle and flesh all for her to sink her teeth in. His chest was full; some parts of it were firm, and some parts were soft, but all was the same when she bit down on him. He squawks, gasps, his hand rests on the back of her head, but he lets her do as she wishes. Over his shoulders, down his chest, she pulls his nipple into her mouth and bites around it too. It's plush there -- she can tell he didn't pump his muscles up or anything before coming inside. Y/N is going to pretend it's because he was so excited to see her that he had no choice.

His nipples are sensitive, dusky little things that pebble against her tongue. The sun has been so prominent the last couple of days he's quite tan, his skin honeyed and pretty. Both him and Jisung looked like they'd been out in the sun for a while -- vaguely does she remember something about last week, them trying to run with Minho, hating it, something something something. How could she focus on that right now when the salt of his skin sits on her tongue?

Her nose dips down against his sternum, trailing down, down, down to his belly. She sucks kisses there too, feels his hips twitch beneath her body, his hand steady on the back of her head. Y/N can hear Jisung's muffled whining again, and if she looked up, she had a feeling she'd see him with his mouthful. She'd bet money on it, even. But she can't look up yet, when she's nosing and kissing against Bin's soft stomach. Some of Jisung's cum is still there, cooled on his skin, but Y/N laps it up with his sweat and little traces of slick; she wondered how it got so high.

There's the barest hint of fuzz making up a happy trail -- nobody's been as grown in as Felix's, but it's still enough to tickle the tip of her nose. She breathes in deep around the soft hair at the base of his cock, now starting to twitch back to life. Y/N skims her lips along where his knot would swell, her hands gripping his thighs tightly to keep herself at least a little grounded. It smells so much like him and Jisung down here; Y/N thinks she could get drunk off it. She feels a little lightheaded as he suckles at his knot, not swollen yet, but she knew where it was.

The area was very sensitive, especially after already popping one, and now that Y/N is tonguing and sucking at it, Changbin moans high-pitched and reedy. His hips jerk up this time, a small gasp leaves his throat, and Y/N digs her fingers into his body. Y/N doesn't swallow her spit, allowing herself to drool and soak over the skin.

He's growing beneath her tongue -- he's really good at getting hard again quickly. Y/N likes this; she files it away among all the other good things there are about Changbin. He's levelheaded and tenderhearted. He's kind and strong. He smells like spiced vanilla, and his giggle is cute. And his cock is thick and gets hard fast.

Changbin is fully hard again in a little under four minutes. The tip is leaky, clear beads of precum pearl at the top and drip down the curve of his ruddy head. Y/N digs the tip of her tongue into his slit and tries not to shiver when his thighs twitch, squeezing around her just a little before he forces them to relax and fall outward again. It's salty, a little on the bitter side, but Y/N pulls the head in between her mouth and sucks on it because she needs every drop of it on her tongue and in her belly.

"F-fuck," Changbin gasped, knees twitching again as Y/N curls her tongue against the crown. Even just the tip is such a mouthful that it makes her drool out the sides of her lips, mewling. She looks up and sees that Jisung is with his mouth full too, twisted around so that he sits to Seungmin's left, resting his head on his hip with Seungmin warmed in his mouth. He's positioned so he can watch her, and they lock eyes for a second -- Y/N flutters her eyes at him, and Jisung does it back. Seungmin is watching too, petting Jisung's head softly, threading his fingers through his sweaty hair.

But Changbin isn't looking at her. When her gaze flutters over to the side, he's got his face hidden in his arm, with his head tilted up. Y/N huffed through her nose, brows furrowed. She doesn't know if her scent sours or not -- she could have pulled off and told him that she wanted him to look, or she could have waited for her scent to reach him and see if he figured it out. Why wouldn't he look at her? Was he pretending she was a different omega? She didn't mind sharing, but she did mind that he didn’t even want it to be her. Didn't he want her on his knot? Did he want Jisung back? But he'd said -- he'd said that he would give her the second knot.

Y/N lets her teeth drag carefully along the sensitive tip. Changbin jerked, coughing out a startled sound, "Ah!" He exclaims, uncovering his face, "Baby-baby! Why? Your teeth --"

She slid off of him, strings of spit and precum fixed to her lips, pulling and stretching between her and his cock. Y/N's pouting, bottom lip wet, "You -- you won't look at me." She nuzzles against his shaft, her mouth kissing and sucking along the throbbing vein, "It's not good?"

"No, no, no, baby," he reaches down, petting her head in a similar way that Seungmin pets Jisung, "It's so good, it's too good. If I -- if I look, I'll cum too early, is all. You look too pretty."

That was good enough an answer for her, before she pulled the spongy head of his cock back into her mouth. Seungmin chuckled when Changbin gave another throaty moan, but now his gaze didn't deviate from her. She can feel it burning onto her, even if she wasn't looking up at him to make sure. Her jaw stretches to accommodate the girth of him, but she can pull him further into her mouth than she has been able to take anyone else. His knot swells a little bit more -- Y/N likes the feeling of it against her lips.

The drool pools out of her mouth, mixing with the precum and messing the pubic hair soft and feathered at the base of his cock. She wants to dig her nose in it, but she knew there was no way she could stretch her mouth that wide over his knot to do so. His balls sat full and heavy, tucked close to him. In her shared blowie of Minho, Jeongin had reminded her how much she loved sucking and licking on balls. So she pulls off, drags her top lip down the shaft to where he's swollen, and sucks one into her mouth. One of her hands held his cock up delicately while the other pressed against his soft, inner thigh, keeping him spread open. The thought of the earlier blowie makes her miss Jeongin and Minho -- she wishes they'd come back to the nest. She wants everyone in there, with her, to watch how well she can take this knot.

"Okay, okay, okay," Changbin uses both of his hands to cradle her head, urging her up, "C'mon baby, need to stuff you with this fat knot, yeah?"

Y/N lets him pull her up, crawling over the top of him, but instead of reaching back and sinking on him, she pouts, flopping her weight against his torso. She's tired -- she'd been ignoring it, but she's a little shaky, and there was a cramp twisting through her abdomen right now. They were nowhere near as bad as they are when she's alone, hence her being able to ignore them, but even then, they still hurt. She nuzzles into his chest, hoping that he'll get it without her having to convey the words to him.

"My poor baby," his hand pets down the back of her head, "You're tired, hm? And hurting?" Changbin is careful and so gentle when he flips her around so that he is hovering above her. He presses a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, then either cheek, "Binnie will do all the work, okay?"

Y/N is pleased, a little wriggly -- how nice is it to have someone be able to read her mind. Having to take care of so many omegas probably does that to someone, right? Being able to read minds seems like a common thing in this pack.

The head of his cock eases in nice and slow. The girth of Changbin's cock is wider than what she's taken today, apart from the knots she's been getting, and even then -- Seungmin wasn't lying, she did tighten back up pretty quick. It was something that frustrated her at first, but then she learned to love the stretch, even when it would delay her getting knotted from the dildo. She'd spent tireless nights googling if it was normal, but all she came up with was that every omega was different.

She whines, then trills a sound from deep in her chest. Changbin tucks himself just to where his knot is swollen, before his forehead tips down against her shoulder, breathing in a shaky breath. "Fuck me," he grumbles, trembling himself, using one arm to keep himself propped up and the other to pull her thigh around his hips. She gets the hint and wraps her other leg around him too, locking her ankles around his waist.

"S'your first time in a pussy, hyung," Seungmin says from beside them, "How's it feel?"

"Good, she feels good," his hand hadn't moved from her leg, squeezing again, "I -- just give me a second baby, I'll move, I just need -- need to catch my breath."

Y/N is patient, because she's a good girl and she's always patient (she isn't, but she's deciding she is now). Jisung, who had slid away from Seungmin's cock, was pressing his face against her hip. His tongue stripes against her skin, tentative little strokes, almost like he was grooming her. Y/N had never experienced that before -- she wishes she could focus on it more, but she's throbbing and pulsing around Changbin's cock right now. All she can do is lower her hand down to his hair and scratch at his scalp how she would a puppy. He nuzzles against her like one too.

When Changbin moves, he starts slow and has to stop again when she squeezes around him too tight. "Ah--just -- I need you to relax for me, yeah? Can you relax for Binnie?"

Y/N nods, because she's a great listener, and forces her body to relax. It helps even more when Seungmin presses his wrist to her throat and scents her. Any tension she'd been holding is almost instantly alleviated from her muscles. "There you go," he murmurs, "Now the silly alpha won't cum too soon."

This time when Changbin starts moving, he doesn't have to stop after just a few thrusts. His fingers dig into her thigh; the pinch of his nails feels good -- it reminds her of what his teeth might feel like in her body somewhere. Y/N would like that -- she wants someone to bite her so badly. It doesn't have to be a mating one, but the press of their teeth in her shoulder, on her thigh, on her hip. . she'd really like it.

Changbin's thighs are thicker and stronger than she'd realized. His shorts are always pretty low, and he always wears loose pants so she has never gotten the full visual of them until today. The force of his pelvis and his upper thighs colliding with her is almost too much for her to handle. She reaches between them with the hand that isn't curled in Jisung's hair, finds his nipple, and presses her thumb into it. His hips stutter forward a little harder, and his knot catches at her hole -- they both moan, loud and high. Y/N rubs his nipple beneath her thumb, and he pushes their mouths together, his all pouty and soft.

Seungmin curls closer when their lips part, and then takes a turn. Seungminnie likes kissing is the thought that Y/N's brain helpfully supplies to her. He likes kissing a lot more than he lets on -- he's come to kiss Y/N every night she's been here before he goes to bed, and it's never quite just a peck. It's soft, still, the way he flutters his tongue into her mouth and they keep going until both of their mouths are swollen and someone is cooing at them for being cute (namely Minho, Hyunjin, or Felix -- but Felix usually starts kissing her afterward or in between the cooing). They love their Seungmin, and they love when he's being sweet and affectionate, Y/N has found. They also love when he's being bratty and combative too. They just love him unconditionally, just as they love all of each other unconditionally.

Y/N so desperately longs for that sort of absolute love. If this heat is as close as she'd get to it, then she'd milk it for all that it's worth.

Seungmin breaks away to breathe but presses kisses down her jaw, to her scent gland. Changbin's hips had started moving faster, like watching the two omegas was exciting him. Y/N whines; the slap of their bodies meeting is echoing in the room. Jisung is smushed between her body and Seungmin's, but he couldn't seem more pleased, still nuzzling into her side. His teeth nip at her every so often, like he wants to bite. Y/N wishes he just would. Y/N wishes all of them would bite her in some way.

When Seungmin sucks on her sensitive scent gland and moans, vibrating up her throat, Y/N cums. It hits her hard and fast, and has her scrambling her heels against Changbin's bum. She grinds down against him, pressing him tight on her so that he couldn't stop again, and all but ensures that his knot slips into her. He cries out, once again clinging tightly to her, "Fuck, yeah," he murmurs, "S'it good, baby? All full of knot and kissing your omega?"

Your. Hers -- yeah, Seungminnie is hers too. That's nice -- she likes the thought of them being hers. Y/N, frantically, finds Changbin's mouth too, smearing her lips over his pout, and he chuckles when she sucks the bottom lip into his, grinding his knot inside of her.

"Mine," she murmurs, then turns to Seungmin, a grip still tight in Jisung's hair, "Mine too, mine, mine, mine."

Changbin moans at that -- all of them moan at that. His knot, fully expanded now, is locked against her walls as he starts to cum. Throbbing while he empties into her, still grinding the whole time. It feels good -- she likes how warm it is, filling her up, how it strips up her walls, and she knows it will drip out of her after. She likes how pretty he sounds, how rumbly -- Changbin is a growler, she finds soon, especially when she doesn't let up on his nipples. He takes one of her wrists and pries it away from his chest, kissing into the middle of her palm before nipping at each one of her fingertips. Her brain is dried out -- there are no other thoughts but mine, mine, mine, mine, good, mine, warm, stretched.

"All yours," he hums, "We're all yours, baby. Do you like that?"

Her eyes bead up with tears -- she likes that so much -- too much. Y/N drags him closer, so that he isn't hovering over her body, and uses him like a weighted blanket. When she starts to purr, Changbin coos, nuzzling against her throat, scenting her fruitfully.

So good, so nice, and all hers.

. . .

Y/N wavers in and out of sleep for a while, beneath the warmth and weight of Changbin's body, the press of Jisung snoring at her side, and the feel of Seungmin playing with her fingers. If not for the sudden memory of Jisung wanting to go next, she probably would have slept for longer -- but she remembers, and it yanks her out of the sleepy haze she'd been in. Changbin wasn't inside of her anymore, but she knew, gravity-wise, his load was probably still in her. He was asleep next to her, cock softened against his hip. Jisung still sat curled up near her ribs, his leg twisted around hers. Seungmin wasn't in the nest anymore, and her heart yanked -- she'd wish he'd come back soon.

She wakes Jisung up with careful fingers threading through his hair and whispers of his name. Once he blinks his eyes open, she reminds him, "Want -- want you in -- your turn." And it only takes him a couple of seconds to understand before he locks in. Jisung is already hard, somehow, whether it’s the heat pheromones in the room, sleeping in another nest, or a wet dream that he might have had. Maybe he'd never came earlier when Bin was fucking her.

Whatever the reason, he tapped the head of his dick against her swollen folds and slid inside of her, smooth and easy. Jisung grumbles a soft sound, tucking his face in her neck. Everything is sleep muddled and slow. He doesn't even bother holding his body above hers; their torsos just slip together, touching every which place while he grinds into her, deeply. He's filling her up well -- all of them fill her up super well, and the curve of Jisung's prick makes sure he nudges against her g-spot with every thrust. The sounds made from her were a little embarrassing, loud and squelching from the previous load, but it seems to propel him forward.

Y/N shakes through her orgasm, trembling like a leaf while he holds onto her tightly. She thinks she probably could have fallen asleep like that, especially when Jisung groans, and the spray of his cum starts painting her walls. But before sleep could come to her, there was a gentle knock on the door.

It creaks open to reveal Minho, but just as he steps in, Felix and Hyunjin both tumble almost on top of each other to get back inside too. "My baby, I missed you." Felix sighs, like seeing her just brought him contentment, as if they hadn't spent the entire morning together. If Y/N had to guess the time, she would think it's somewhere around evening, so maybe it had been a couple of hours since they were in the room. Either way, Felix crawls into her nest and tugs her from beneath Jisung, who fusses but ultimately is grabbed by Changbin and pulled into a cuddle. Felix slides Y/N over to him while Hyunjin waits patiently for a spot between her thighs, before he splits them open and sinks down.

"I'll clean you," he murmurs, "Bin and Sung are too messy." Y/N's still so sensitive she twitches, jolting when his tongue parts her folds, but he really is just cleaning her, delicate and diligent.

"I sent Kim Seungmin to go get Chan," Minho announces, and it's only then she realizes that he has bottles of water in his hands. He hands Jisung and Changbin one (who sleepily takes it), and then he crawls into the nest too, kneeling over Hyunjin so he's to Y/N's right. He pops the cap open and holds it to Y/N's mouth, helping her drink while he brushes the hair from her face. "He wants you, jagi, but he's been gone all day, long enough that I know he's getting in his head. So we're going to make him think with his alpha brain and not his Channie brain. Sound good?"

She nods, left eye closing when Felix pushes kisses all over her face, "All of us are g'na be in here too; he can't resist a cuddle pile. Or an orgy." Felix rubs his face against one side of her throat while Minho scents the other. He strokes his wrist against her before he leans in too, smearing a kiss over her eye. "Minnie is g'na fuck you while you're in Chan's shirt. He likes to watch first," fingers card through her hair, "And watching his head omega fuck an omega in heat, really, really gets him going."

"Channie fucks like an animal if he's worked up enough," Changbin adds, still sleepy, but he's moved from shoving his face into the back of Jisung's neck to lying cheek to cheek with him, leg thrown over Jisung's hips. Everyone is in various states of nakedness, apart from Minho, who still has briefs on. This is as many of them that have been around her at once during her heat so far, and she feels so, so good like this. She'd never imagined she'd get to experience it, and that alone makes her want to beg them to bite her, mark her, mate her, make her theirs officially. She'd like it so much if they did.

Hyunjin finishes cleaning her, but rests his head on the inside of her thigh. "Yeah," he agrees, "One time I accidentally pulled a muscle when he was riding me. It was crazy."

"I almost ended up on Sex Sent Me to the ER during one of his ruts," Jisung tells her, finding the thigh Hyunjin wasn't leaning on and tucking his hand around it (he really did just like being close).

Felix is still nuzzled against her throat, "But Channie's sweet," he murmurs, "He'll probably treat you like a flower 'cos he'll be too worried about hurting you. If you don't want that, you'll have to goad him a little, baby."

Jeongin comes in through the partially opened door, a shirt in hand -- Y/N could tell immediately that it was Chan's -- she could smell it. "Make room for me, I haven't gotten to see her for hours."

"That's your own fault," Felix teases, resting his cheek on the top of her head, his arm wrapped across her chest, "Ya snooze ya lose."

"Bbokie," Jeongin gets whiny in a way Y/N hasn't heard him get before, pouting before Hyunjin scoots over.

"Oh, my aegi -- big strong alpha, hyung will make room for you," Hyunjin pats the very limited space he provided for him, and instead of rolling his eyes, Jeongin just slightly grumbles after handing the shirt to Minho. Then, he squeezes in -- Y/N spreads her legs so it's a little easier for him to snuggle beside Hyunjin and rest his head on her other thigh, over Jisung's hand.

Minho waits until she finishes drinking the rest of the water before he helps her put the shirt on over her head. "You smelling like him and all of us will drive him crazy," his voice is airy and light. "It'll help him get over his little mental block." He presses his wrist to her throat again, scenting her as greedily as Felix, and she starts to purr again. Minho smiles something soft and sweet, leaning in and kissing the tip of her nose the way she's seen him do with a cat.

The shirt smells so much like Chan, she can't wait for him to come home so she could get a huff of him straight from the source. She fits her arms through the holes, and with her right arm, she loops around Minho's neck and tugs him down. He squeaks a little when she buries her face into his throat and breathes in deep. He smells so good too -- and when she drags her tongue over his scent gland, he grips her hip tightly, a startled moan leaving his mouth.

Felix giggles, "Yeah? Minnie smells really yummy, doesn't he?" He says just above a whisper in her ear, "He wants you so badly. He's really good at acting all collected, though." The scent of him blossomed on her tongue, warm and cozy, sweetened by the situation. When she lets up on her grip, he eases back, his upper lip pouted and puffy, and she thinks she'd have to be crazy not to suck it into her mouth. It feels warm and plush between her lips, and even better between her teeth as she nibbled over it.

It's nice; she's always dreamed of sucking and biting over his upper lip. Every time she looks at it, it appears so plushy and the sweet, bunny-like philtrum – every time she sees it, she gets this feeling in her mouth that needs to be satiated. She wonders how swollen she could make it, nipping and sucking on it.

But he is not as content just to let her have at his upper lip. He closes his bottom lip around her and turns it into a kiss, pulling back so she releases him with a pop. His tongue flickers into her mouth -- she wonders if he can taste his pack mates. He moans like he can at least.

"S'nice watching him lose it a little," someone murmurs behind her -- she's pretty sure it's Changbin, but her head is too swimmy to know for sure, "It's cute."

Minho moans against her mouth, like he might have been trying to protest it, but it melts into a mewl when she sucks on his tongue. Something finally clicks in his head, she thinks, when he starts to reposition them, moving Hyunjin and Jeongin (who both protest grumpily) out of the way, so he can easily get in between her legs. Y/N doesn't know why he bothered putting briefs on again after showering. When he presses flush against her, there's a hard lump that makes her shiver.

When they split for a breath, spit clings to their mouths, bowing and snapping in between them.

"My sweet little thing," he breathes out, carefully grabbing her by the chin, cradling her face like that, "I'll get you ready for your alpha's knot, okay?"

Y/N nods so quickly it feels like her brain bounces around inside her head. Felix always talks about how good it feels to be split open on Minho. Whispers it to her when they're both feeling a little shy, but telling stories with candles lit and chocolate wrappers decorating one of their beds. He talks about how intense Minho is; how he can fit himself inside and it feels like he's all the way in your throat. Minho is big for an omega. Big for her mouth and big for her hole -- she rolls her hips into him, gripping his arms tightly. His skin feels milky and soft. He smells so good, and it fills her all the way up. It's too much and not enough; she needs to burrow her face into his neck and breathe in so deep that it fills every functional cell of her lungs.

He catches her gaze, cradles her face in his hand, and makes her stare at him. "You're our omega, aren't you?" Y/N's heart feels too big for her chest. She nods like she's hypnotized -- she might be. "Say it out loud. Practice for when Channie hyung comes home."

Saying it is as easy as breathing.

"I'm your omega," she whines, "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours --"

. . .

Chan was avoiding coming home.

At first it wasn't intentional. There was plenty to do at work, so he was keeping busy, especially after his phone was blowing up with messages all day. He'd been fantasizing about coming back home to a heat cuddle pile that they'd all been eagerly bragging about. He thought about how good Y/N was going to smell, her scent mixed with all of theirs, and how an unmated omega in general is meant to be alluring and tempting. Chan was jealous that he hadn't been home all day, taking care of her. All it took was cuddling her and then having to leave, that finally showed him that.

But then, the closer it came to him clocking out and coming home, he'd find something else to do. A song to work on, a track to mix, re-listening to the lyrics Jisung sent him -- if it could tack on more work, then he was doing it. He'd get to a stopping point, feel good about what he'd finished, and a twist in his gut from anticipation and nerves would make him pause. . .and then he'd find something else to do. He'd answered the first of Minho's calls, but then ignored the other two. There was a message burning a hole through his screen -- he's sure it's Minho cussing him out -- but he avoids looking at it to avoid the guilt that bubbles up in him.

He wants to go, he really does, but in his time away he'd worked himself up all over again. Chan doesn't want to ruin this for them. He doesn't want to stress any of them out or anything by suddenly appearing in the middle of it. It seemed like they were doing well without him, taking care of her just fine -- wouldn't his showing up just screw that up? And what if Y/N isn't able to get comfortable with him there? What if she's used to all of their scents but not his? What if he throws off a very delicate balance that they've created in his absence?

So he's hunkered down at work. He knows that around 10- 11 PM most of them will have started to fall asleep; even the night owls would be worn out from being with an omega in heat most of the evening. One of them would probably take their "night shift" turn, as the one who would tend to her through the late hours. Maybe two of them, even -- Chan had a feeling that Felix would be one of them, and he wouldn't be surprised if Changbin or Minho stayed available. But by the time he snuck into the house, he would be able to slip into his room and see them in the morning.

A knock on the door startles him from where he was slumped, forehead in his palms on his computer desk. "Hyung," Seungmin's voice slithered into the room politely, before he twisted the knob and opened it, "It's time to come home."

Chan smiled softly at him -- Seungmin looked cute, all soft and sweet, like he'd been napping all evening. He usually isn't the type to, but with a heating omega in the house, it's easy for them to do things out of the ordinary. His hair looks barely patted down, like he couldn't bother to fix it too much before he left the house. And he clearly had his inside clothes on rather than switching them out for something different. He had scent patches on, at least, but his clothes have the lingering scent of their pack and of that new, sweet scent that tickles his nose.

"Did my puppy come to get me?" He held his arms out, spreading his thighs and inviting Seungmin into his body. Seungmin comes easier than he usually does, which is surprising to Chan, as he waddles on over and presses his full body against him. Chan's face is buried in the belly of his shirt, breathing in slowly and deeply -- he could get scent drunk from this. He must've been in her nest, in these clothes. His head swims with it.

"You don't play fair, Puppy," he murmurs, words muffled against Seungmin's stomach, "I was going to come home."

"When? At 11 PM? 12 AM? When everyone was asleep?" Chan pouts, face still hidden in his stomach, but he doesn't respond. "Hyung, she wants you there. Every time we bring you up, she clamps down so tightly." Arousal coils through his gut, low and hot -- sometimes Jisung says that "his belly did a thing" and Chan thinks this is what he must be talking about. "And we want you there -- it doesn't feel right to be taking care of someone without you. But being with her. . feels really good too. So let's maximize how good we will all feel with you there."

Chan muffles against his shirt again, apparently less audible than before because Seungmin lets out a, "What?"

"I said," he peels back a little bit, "What if I throw everything off? I -- you've all been doing so well taking care of her, I know it. What if you think you want me there but --"

"Shut up," he clicks his tongue, "There's no situation where you wouldn't be wanted, so I'm not letting you finish that sentence." Chan sighs against him, and Seungmin tries to pull him up. It's cute, because he can barely get Chan to budge with those pretty arms of his, but he still tries regardless, "And Minho hyung said he's going to put you in a cock cage if you don't come home with me, so. . ."

"Fine," he grumbles, pressing himself up to a stand, letting his nose drag from Seungmin's belly, up his chest, to his throat. He reaches up and peels the patch away just a little, getting flooded with the scent of his pack, the scent of Y/N, the sweetness that's laced through it all. His cock twitches absently, a mind of its own, "I -- I'll come, but if anyone feels uncomfortable they better tell me."

"I really don't think you'll have to worry about that."

The ride home, which typically feels like every bit of the 15 minutes that it is -- is over in the blink of an eye. Chan feels nervous walking to their door, heart thundering in his chest as he gets closer. Seungmin has a hand snug in his, urging him forward, not giving him a chance to panic or change his mind. He kept telling him that as soon as he steps inside the house, he'll be okay. That he just needs to walk through the doors and he'll get it, he'll understand. That this mental block he's having will all but disintegrate.

Chan has his doubts up until Seungmin unlocks the door, presses it open, and pulls him inside. . .

Oh.

Oh. Yes.

It smells so good here -- so good, so good, so good. Chan's eyes flutter open wide, his grip on Seungmin's laced fingers tightened. The younger smiles but says nothing, leading him further into the house toward the nesting room. The scent is delicious, intense; it's sticky on the back of his throat; citrus-y and sweet, his pack intermingling with it, mixing, making it their own. His cock throbs, fattening almost instantly in his bottoms, and the sensitive base of his knot reemerges almost immediately. His mouth fills with saliva -- he wants to taste this scent right from the source.

When they open the door to the nesting room, he almost passes out.

Everyone is in there, in various states of undress. Jeongin and Hyunjin are stereotypically snuggled in each other's arms, as they normally find themselves in this state when someone is either in heat or rut. Hyunjin wraps around Jeongin like a vine, his fingers fixed around his cock, slowly ringing him out while they watch in front of them. Changbin was near the foot of the bed with Jisung, their earlier foot-related squabble seemingly cleared up if the way Jisung was eagerly riding him was any sort of indication. Pressed against Jisung's face was a pair of panties that Chan could imagine were their unmated guests’.

And in the center of the nest, Felix and Minho were tending to Y/N. Felix was on her left, holding her head in his lap, fingers stuffed in her mouth while Minho was fucking her in that slow, deep, measured way that all of them have felt. His fingers on one hand dig into her hips, holding her still, and the other props himself up so that he can be closer to her, their mouths barely centimeters apart. His upper lip keeps getting caught on her moaning mouth as he speaks to her, low, sweet murmurs he's sure, even though he can't hear them.

Y/N's in his shirt, he can tell, he can smell it. She smells like him, like his pack, like herself, like him, like him, like him; it's so good, he's about to start shaking. Seungmin lets go of his hand, walks over to the bed, and crawls in, cuddling close to Felix, who splits his legs further so Seungmin can rest on the opposite thigh of Y/N.

Minho looks over to the door where Chan still stood, smiling, before he reaches for Y/N's chin and turns her to face him. "Look who came to see you," he all but purrs, nudging the tip of his nose against her cheek, hips still rolling into her hard, "Isn't that so nice?"

Y/N's eyes light up in a way that he hadn't been expecting at all. She's gone, for sure, so far away but so fucking cute how she's looking at him, a smile forming over her mouth. "Ah -- ah, you -- you came," she sounds so sweet, so happy, so relieved, "Channie -- Channie hyung -- hyung? Uh -- no -- I don't -- I don't call you that --"

Minho chuckles, same with Felix and Seungmin, "He's not hyung to you, silly girl," he murmurs, "Hn, did I fuck you stupid? Did you forget what you call him?" He nuzzles his nose closer. "Go on, I know you can do it. Such a dumb kitty brain right now, I bet you can barely tell right from left, but you know who Chan-ah is, don't you?" She nods, breathless, whining, her thighs tightening around his hips -- Chan can tell in the way that Minho has to shift, readjust himself so that he can keep moving as slow and deep as he needs to, "Yeah? Who is he?"

Y/N swallows thickly, eyes full of tears -- as sweet as he is, Minho can be such a meanie too, which only makes it that much more satisfying when he's sweeter. But even this is nowhere as evil as he could be (Minho has a keen nose, so he can always tell when the tears go from happy and horny to sad, so he never lets it get too far).

"My -- he's my --" she whined, frowning, her brain all mushy, trying to get the words out, "My alpha. He's my alpha."

Chan lets the door swing shut behind him, his body pulling him closer to the mattress like a rope had been tied around his waist and yanked. "Ah -- baby," he drops down to his knees, respectful as he can be of her nest, even though he wants so desperately to stumble inside of it, "I --"

"This is what we're going to do," Minho eases out of her, and Y/N makes a wounded noise, lips pouting, but Seungmin leans in and presses a kiss against her mouth like he's satiating her. "Channie is a perv that likes to watch; we've known this, but he especially likes to be really close while it's happening too." With the ease of someone who spends more time in the gym than he acts, Minho spun her around, carefully avoiding their mates in the process. Y/N is all bobble-headed and noodle, putting full trust and faith into him to take care of her body, which he does. He uses one hand to hold her up, the curve of his palm resting against her throat, and the other arm twisted around her waist. His mouth isn't even a breath away from her ear, lips skimming along the shell of it, "Can our alpha come into the nest, kitty? Want him under you?"

She nods, wordlessly, but there's a whine that comes from somewhere else in the bed. "No fair," Jisung's voice leaks into the room, "Channie hyung gets to be beneath her and Minho? I'm so jealous I could start crying. I actually might."

"Shh, Sung, don't make me fill your mouth." Changbin hums. Chan's eyes flicker to the side where Jisung is watching them, frowning while Changbin is gripping his bum, pulling him closer so that he could reach his lips.

"Jeonginnie will fill his mouth," Hyunjin offers, "But I might cry too, like -- being under two omegas? With Seungminnie and Felix snuggled close? God, I feel faint just thinking about it."

Chan feels like he's buzzing all over; his cock is leaking from the tip, making the inside of his briefs so sticky. He carefully crawls into the nest, reaching up to pull his shirt off and hands it to Y/N like an offering. One hand holds onto Minho's forearm, and the other grabs his shirt, brings it to her nose, and she huffs one slow, long, deep breath. He thinks she might be like Felix, who is very greedy with materials scented for his nest or things that had been worn all day and given to him. Hell, even Minho can be a little greedy with it, and with how much Y/N loves their scents, he thinks she might be similar.

But then she carefully holds it up to Minho's nose to share. Minho chuckles into the fabric, nuzzling his face close to it while Chan maneuvered his way beneath them, sliding his legs between their spread thighs. He fell back into the nest, immediately surrounded by all of their scents, and Y/N's heat-drenched scent slithering its way all over him. He feels breathless, like he needs to keep panting, but he doesn't know how much of that is actually needing oxygen and how much of it is him trying to fill every square inch of his lungs with her.

Minho lowers her slowly, and Y/N doesn't bother to hold herself up. She flattens out on top of him, whines low and pretty when their bodies meet. Her arms loop around the back of his neck, her lips meet his in a kiss that's just as hot and wet. Her tongue feels soft in his mouth, eager but delicate. Chan wraps his arms around her, parting his lips and letting her do as she wishes, up until the point she moans, vibrating against his tongue. He swallows the sound deep in his belly before he feels the careful jostle of Minho fucking into her again.

"Yeah, that's a good girl," Minho pets Y/N's back the best he can with Chan's arms as a roadblock, running his thumb along the notches and ridges of her spine, "You feeling good?"

She whines, nods the best she can, her tongue slipping out of Chan's mouth. He leans in and nips at her bottom lip, sucks on it to satiate himself for a moment. His cock is steadily leaking now -- at this point, it probably looked like he wet himself with how much precum was in his briefs. His knot was already trying to swell; he's always been sensitive, but he was only quick to knot when his omegas were in heat. And even then, he could manage some restraint until they were taken care of.

Every roll of Minho's hips has a dirty grind that presses her down onto his prick. His cock and her pussy smush together, kind of like a kiss, and she's leaking so much slick around Minho that Chan is shocked that he's able to stay inside at all. Y/N just moans high and whiny into Chan's mouth, unable to keep up with kissing. Minho holds onto her sides to keep her still, her thighs trembling, shaking like a leaf. She was cumming, and whatever it felt like had Minho tilting his head back, showing off the lines of his throat, the bite on his neck that ties him to Chan.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Minho sighs with each thrust, and Chan marvels at his omega feeling good, at the omega on his body, his two omegas kissing beside his head. He can feel Changbin gripping his ankle; he can tell by the grip and the size of his hands, the sound of Jisung with his mouthful Jeongin as promised, and Hyunjin, who crawls to Chan's other side, getting a first-row seat to what's happening. With no shame, Hyunjin reaches between Y/N and Minho and swipes his fingers through her slick, then through Minho's slick that drips down his thighs, before pulling it back to his mouth. "Jinnie," Minho's voice is a mix between a moan and scolding him, "Hands to yourself, baby."

"Sorryyy," he hums, sounding not apologetic at all, "So good though, you two taste sweet together." And because they're trying to kill Chan, Hyunjin leans forward to him and presses their tongues together. Chan loves kissing Hyunjin, and he loves kissing him even more when he tastes like slick. He feels needy, like a starving wolf when he starts to lick Hyunjin's tongue, sucking it into his mouth, letting himself get dizzy from the taste, the feel -- everything.

His gums ache -- he wants to bite something, so badly, and he knows what and who he wants to bite, but he has to reel it in. He's the pack alpha, after all; he should be able to handle this onslaught of desire and scent. Hyunjin pops away from him, spit clinging to their mouths, when Minho has to wrap his arm around Y/N's throat, like he could sense what she wanted. With his forearm in front of her mouth, she latches onto it, her teeth gnawing gently at the muscle. Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but like a teething kitty. Minho keeps grinding into her slow and deep, and when he speaks, Chan can tell that he's close to cumming. His voice is more breathless, a little higher -- it's even cuter when he's under Chan, his bunny teeth poking out from behind his upper lip. It usually beckons him to suck that upper lip into his mouth, but it looks like someone's already done that today, from how swollen it appears.

"Chan-ah," he begins, voice soft, "You know our poor little omega got so sad earlier, hm? Because we had a bath and she didn't smell like us anymore." Minho nuzzles his face into her hair, while she nibbles and gnaws at his arm. "So we all scented her up to make her feel better. But one scent is missing, isn't it, kitty?"

Y/N makes a growly sound in her throat, and Hyunjin sighs, scratching at her scalp softly. "Cute little thing," Hyunjin murmurs, and Chan can tell it's taking everything in him not to swoop in and taste her mouth too.

Minho moves his arm, with barely enough time before Chan lunges at her throat. He nuzzles into her neck, licking over her scent gland swollen, and every press of his tongue just makes more of it ooze and seep out around them. She tastes so sweet, citrus-y, like a dessert. Chan wants to eat her, swallow her down -- he wants to pin her, bite into her shoulder, leave a nice pretty mark so that nobody ever thinks about touching her. Sweet little omega, he needs her, needs to put her in his pack, needs to -- needs to --

There's a breathless laugh; Minho speeds his hips up before he buries his face into the opposite side of her neck before his pace stutters, slows. He moans, emptying into her. Typically, Minho likes to paint their skin with his cum, whether it be their bum, their tummies, their thighs or faces -- but he also knows when Chan fucks someone, he likes the mess and wet feel of someone else's spend.

"Not a thought in Channie's head," Changbin laughs, "Look at him -- it looks like he's going to eat her."

Before he splits away from them, Minho presses a kiss to Chan's temple, and then a soft, sweet one to the side of Y/N's head. "No more thoughts." He slides out of her, squelching loudly. "Just do what feels good."

Chan won't have any more thoughts. He can't believe he'd made himself wait for this all day. How stupid can he be? This poor omega, all she wants is a pack, to feel good, to be fucked and bit and claimed, and he almost turned her away to suffer with this all alone? Horrible -- he's so horrible, he needs to make her feel good. Needs to make up for not scenting her every second of every day.

He flips them around, finds her mouth again, and kisses her until they're both breathless. Y/N's tongue is useless at this point; she must be so far gone, and Chan is no better. He loves her in his shirt, but he wants to see all of her. His hand skates up the fabric, his fingertips sliding up the sweat-damp skin as he drags the shirt up with him. Her breasts feel so soft against his palms as he kneads them, taking his shirt between his teeth and trying to yank it the rest of the way up with his hands busy. Felix helps pull it the rest of the way off her head, then pushes it against Hyunjin's face, who whines and holds it to his nose. Seungmin has disappeared, but with the sounds Minho's making, he can only imagine he's cleaning him up with his tongue. He feels someone grabbing at the waistband of his shorts and briefs, tugging them down over his bum, and his cock slaps up against his belly.

The tip is glistening -- if he wasn't still so hard up, he would have thought he'd already cum. Pearly, stringy precum drips down from the slit and meets her pubes. His gaze dances along her body, truly, for the first time. She's covered in little bruises and marks, love bites littering her thighs. He can tell that she spent the morning with Felix, who always leaves little bites all over their skin (it's how he gets his cuteness aggression out). The love bites all over her breasts speak to her time with Hyunjin and Jisung too. Those three are far less mindful of when and where they're leaving little spots of where they've been. If Minho knew more of her limits, Chan knows her bum would be red and sore, and he would have bitten her up too. Changbin and Seungmin are a little more careful, and Jeongin had already told them he was doing his best to keep his teeth to himself.

Her skin still looks so soft though, and feels soft beneath his hands. Her thighs have fallen open for him, dripping Minho's cum, looking slick and wet and puffy, needy, clenching around nothing like she might be beckoning him in.

But what really draws him is her sweet face. She's beautiful, truly, even with her hair a mess, her eyes puffy, cheeks with tear stains, but she looks in no way distressed or sad. Tears from feeling too good, Chan knows exactly how she feels. Her neck is too bare, missing the nice, pretty pack bite that she deserves on her skin. Such a good little omega for a pack, Chan can't believe nobody has ever tried to court her.

Felix brushes the hair from her face, tucking the sweaty strands behind her ears. Y/N's gaze leaves Chan momentarily to look up at Felix, and it's so, so adoring and sweet; it makes his heart twitch and grow, feeling too big in his chest. He loves seeing his packmates interact with her, how soft and tender they are. Felix smiles at her, big and pretty. His bare face shows flushed cheeks and freckles, dyed blonde hair pulled back into a pony.

Then Y/N's eyes shift back to Chan, still adoring, still full of so much fondness. It's almost too much for him. Chan cradles her face with one hand, and Y/N leans against it, nuzzling against his palm.

"Hi baby," he murmurs, "Such a pretty omega. Do you want alpha to knot you up?" He'll be embarrassed about this later, how he's talking, but right now it doesn't matter. Right now he's working off his most base instincts. Everything in his brain is alarming to make her feel comfortable, to make her feel taken care of, to make her want to be in their pack, "Fill you all up and make you feel better?"

No words leave her – she just nods, eyes big, covering his hand on her face with hers. He reaches down, his knot so sensitive already when he grabs hold of the base and paints the tip up and down her slit. Y/N sucks in a sharp breath when the head catches on her hole, carefully pressing into her. Even though she'd been fucked and stretched, Chan likes to be careful, slow, gentle with how he fills his omegas. He wants them to feel every little bit of him while he slides inside to the hilt. He gives her his thumb, and Y/N accepts it instantly, sucking the tip into her mouth.

"Told you," Felix is still petting her head, like they’d spoken about it before, "Channie hyung makes you feel so full. Can feel him in your belly."

Chan fucks her. He rolls his hips into her, slow to start but gets quicker and quicker with every thrust. The sound of their thighs colliding echoes, and the squelching is so loud as he fucks Minho's cum deeper inside of her. He's slept with girls in the past, but it's been a while since he felt the inside of a pussy. The soft, silky, pulsing walls with bumps and ridges are unlike when he's fucking his mates. Both feel so fucking good; he can't believe he's able to experience either of them. He feels spoiled rotten.

Every slide inside of her rocks her up the nest before she slides back down. Her tits bounce, beckoning a mouth, and Jisung appears, slipping himself between Hyunjin and Y/N before latching onto her nipple. He sucks and licks, drags his teeth against it. Y/N gasps again, around his thumb, "Sung," Chan hums, "Is she yours? Hm?"

"Yeah," he whines, muffled against her tit, sucking kisses along the flesh, "She's ours."

Chan groans, taking Y/N's wrist and bringing it up to his mouth, taking her index and middle finger and hooking them against his bottom lip. He sucks on her fingers, licks them, and takes them down to the knuckle. Yeah, she's theirs -- she's their pretty omega. His hips speed up, fucking into her harder, quicker, and Y/N squeezes around him, like she might cum again already. She's nonverbal, just groaning and whining, and Chan sees it as a win -- that she feels so safe and comfortable with them, she can trust that they'll take care of her. That she doesn't have to force herself to speak for them. That she can just feel, and experience, and exist in this pleasant warmth and pleasure.

It's good. God, it's so fucking good. His knot swells a little more, catching at her entrance every time he fucks inside. Behind him he hears Jeongin moan, loud and whiny, Changbin's voice muffled but moaning too. Hyunjin is grumbling and moaning too, and the way Jisung's lower half starts moving, Chan can tell that Hyunjin's fucking him. When his gaze flickers to the right, Minho is fucking Seungmin with his fingers, but they're turned facing him and Y/N. Felix watches so intently, mouth hung open, looking nibbled over and sweet.

He can feel their eyes on them, smell them all around him; nobody is upset or uncomfortable -- they all feel so safe and content in her nest. He'd been so nervous for absolutely no reason.

Chan starts to fuck her harder, faster; the boil in his gut is so intense that he worries he'll knot before he's tucked inside of her. He stuffs himself deep, until when he tries to pull out he can’t. He grinds in deep and dirty, until the boil tips over, and his orgasm takes over his whole body. He shakes as he cums. It lights through his body and feels like his cells are all vibrating, hot white stripes of his release filling her up. Y/N's eyes roll up, fluttering closed, lips dropping open in a moan. The need to claim her is overwhelming now, even worse than before. Chan moves off instinct, leaning forward, mouth open -- he wants to bite, he needs to bite, he needs to make her theirs --

"Ahh, careful," Changbin's voice rings through his ears, and what he assumes is his hand curls up at the root of Chan's hair, tugging him back. Chan growls, but Felix stuffs his arm in front of his mouth, where he bites down and groans. The ache in his gums fades almost instantly. "Can't just go biting omegas without asking, Channie, that's rude."

His eyes flutter shut too, trying to catch his breath. Felix takes his arm away from his mouth, and Chan falls forward, leaning into her throat not to bite, but to scent the hell out of her. He rubs his nose along the curve of her neck, nestles against her scent gland, drenches her in him, him, him. They would be locked together for a while, and until he started feeling semi-normal again, this is what he'll do. It's what he does for his omegas in heat and his alphas in rut -- he takes time to scent them adequately after they're knotted/have knotted. To strengthen the bond and comfort the trembling body beneath him.

Y/N begins to purr, low and rumbled, and his heart swells just as big as his knot. He repositions them as carefully as he can, rolling them onto their side so they're a little more comfortable. She grumbles at him just a little when the knot tugs but settles easily, purring again, a sweet, dopey smile on her face. Felix slips between their legs, nuzzling himself as close as he could with the limited space provided. Jisung is still cuddled close to her side, also seemingly snug on a knot. Jisung leans in, smears a soft kiss to Y/N's cheek because that's all he can quite reach with her facing Chan, but she cranes her neck to meet his mouth.

Jeongin tries to leave the nest, and Chan growls, brows furrowed as he locks eyes with him, "I have to pee, hyungie."

"I think you'll have to hold it, aegi," Changbin clicks his tongue, "Wait until he falls asleep."

Jeongin pouts, but they're used to this from Chan by this point. He returns to Changbin's open arms and snuggles back close.

Chan takes a long, slow, deep breath. Y/N's eyes are closed, the intensity of her heat settling just a little bit. He isn't sure for how long, but he knows for now she's positively content and satiated. How sweet she looks falling asleep; it starts to tug him down too. Especially when he feels Minho carding his fingers through his hair.

"Silly alpha," he murmurs softly, "This is all you needed, hm?"

. . .

Jisung

Hyung looks so cute when he's asleep

I think he's drooling

THIS is what I meant with the NyQuil-like properties

Seungmin

Jisung. Bed.

Jisung

:(( you know I can't sleep when hyunjin has me knotted

he keeps squeezing my chest

and biting my neck

I'm getting mauled

Hyunjin

he's lying

Jisung

no I'm not!!!! 😤

Felix

Why are we acting like we aren't in the same room?

Minho

So Chan doesn't wake up and try to stop cuddling

We can't startle him. It's like when a feral cat crawls on you

Felix

ohhh true true

Channie almost bit her. Are we going to discuss that 🤭

Changbin

yeah he is going to be embarrasssssseeedddddd

good thing binnie is so quick and strong

Seungmin

Shut up Changbin

Jeongin

I HAVE TO PISS

Nobody cares about me or my bladder

Jisung

I CARE ABOUT ALL OF YOU INNIE

I got somewhere you can piss

Jeongin

😨

Changbin

Now what did I DO but save the day

Felix

Innie, you can go to the bathroom, he's KO'd

Even if he wakes up, he'll be so embarrassed about almost biting her, he's going to pretend he's still asleep

Minho

Aegi, while you're up, bring water and protein bars

my sweet kitty is awake

she's looking at me right now

Hyunjin

omg she's awake already

sungie, I'm swapping spots with you

Jisung

NO!!!

let me have my turn

she smells so good

you got all morning with her!! greedy alpha!!

Changbin

yeah, jinnie, sungie is right

obviously it's my turn

Jisung

now that is NOT what I said

Felix

Minho hyung can I come on your side to be closer

Minho

yes jagi, come here

Changbin

fine then I'm taking the spot between their legs

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