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Stupid alpha.
Correction.
Stupid Heeseung.
Cocked lodged deep, molding Sunghoon’s insides so they’ll never forget the shape of him. Tip pressed so deviously against his cervix, shaft gliding so deliciously against his prostate. Lips ghosting against his, smirk evident even though Sunghoon’s eyes have been rolled up to the back of his skull for the past five minutes.
It’s no fair, really.
Able to reduce Sunghoon to this, a mess. Barely able to think anything coherent past alpha, Heeseung, mate. Sunghoon hasn’t said an intelligible word in the last hour. His lips, when not occupied by Heeseung’s, have only been able to let out the softest of gasps.
Damn near hyperventilating.
Heeseung’s got one of Sunghoon’s legs hooked securely in the crook of his arm, forcing him wide open, making it easier for Heeseung to swivel his hips in deep, make a mess of him down there.
Sunghoon can feel it, how he clings to Heeseung’s cock, body accepting the man, his alpha in with ease. He’s soaked, has been for hours now. Spread wide like this, Heeseung taking advantage of his flexibility, the slick gets everywhere. Drips past Heeseung’s cock, soaking the skin between them. They’re sticky with it, somehow making the contact their skin makes louder.
It coats the inside of Sunghoon’s thighs, the front of Heeseung’s legs. Fuck, it’s so messy that it’s managed to creep up between their stomachs, mixing in with the mess that Sunghoon’s made of Heeseung’s shirt.
The shirt that’s the only article of clothing worn between the two of them, the one that Heeseung keeps on despite soaking it with sweat and other bodily fluids because Sunghoon needs something to cling on, ground him as he’s fucked within an inch of his life. Sunghoon’s got the material balled in both his fists, using it to keep Heeseung close as if the alpha can get any closer than in him.
“Feel good, Hoonie?” Heeseung whispers that infuriating nickname in his ear, the one he only uses when Sunghoon is in heat and vulnerable like this. The only time he can get away with it without Sunghoon chasing him down to playfully hit at him. “Gonna come for alpha, hm?”
Stupid Heeseung.
Sunghoon’s been coming what feels nonstop ever since Heeseung slid into him. It’s maddening, the way that his insides tremble, womb begging to be filled. Cervix suctioning to Heeseung’s when he grinds in deep, ready to accept his seed. Cock squished uselessly between them, all but forgotten.
Omega biology is crazy, Sunghoon decides. His insides are soaked with his slick and Heeseung’s precum, but somehow his body knows that Heeseung hasn’t cum. And it isn’t because Heeseung has kept his knot mostly out, only pushing in deep enough for it to pop against his rim. Body just knows his alpha hasn’t come in him.
Sunghoon manages to gain control of his eyes enough to level Heeseung with a watery glare, one that lasts all of ten seconds before Heeseung shifts his hips in a way that the next few passes of his cock inside him has the head of his cock both catching on his rim and then pressing against his prostate.
He comes messily between them, head thrown back in a quiet sob. It’s weird, really, how he doesn’t need continuous stimulation of his cock to come. Joys of omegahood. Tears actually work themselves out his eyes. Heeseung’s quick to lick them up, smile still heavy on his lips.
Sunghoon has his pride. He’s not going to beg Heeseung to knot him. Not like he can, it is well known that Sunghoon turns damn near nonverbal during his heat. Heeseung never expects answers when he teases him. Sunghoon doesn’t know who he talks for more, himself or Sunghoon.
The words benefit them both, really. Heeseung has a thing for talking during sex, and Sunghoon for whatever reason gets off on it. Heavily. He won’t admit it. Never has. But it’s no secret between the two of them, based off the way that Sunghoon tightens around Heeseung when he whispers just the right words.
“There we go.” Heeseung hums, though he doesn’t stop the swing of his hips, fucking Sunghoon though the orgasm that washes over him. “Gripping me so tight, aren’t you?”
Heeseung hikes Sunghoon’s leg up a little more, the only warning Sunghoon gets before his pace turns ruthless, tilting his hips so that every press of him inside batters against Sunghoon’s swollen prostate. It’s terrible, Heeseung slamming in hard, knot grinding against his prostate, cockhead damn near making out with his cervix before he pulls out and does it again.
Sunghoon’s moans get louder, eyes fighting to maintain contact with Heeseung but head falling back every other thrust. He’s truly lost to his heat now, shame of being heard by the others long forgotten.
He wants to be knotted.
Needs to be knotted.
Heeseung’s keeping it from him, he can’t remember why. All Sunghoon knows is that he wants to bite that smug look from Heeseung’s face.
Then Heeseung’s lips, pressing feathery light kisses kisses, travel down his neck until they rest against Sunghoon’s scent gland. The hard press of Heeseung’s tongue against it sends a shiver down Sunghoon’s entire body.
“Taste so good, all for me.” Heeseung’s deep voice against his scent gland sends vibrations up Sunghoon’s skull. His body is being rewired for Heeseung, cock stuffed in deep, knot firmly tucked in now, Heeseung forcing his tongue down his throat as he gouges his insides out, carves away at his walls until they will only know his shape.
This just isn’t fair.
Doesn’t Heeseung already know Sunghoon is his?
Sunghoon shakes when Heeseung digs his nose deep against his already sensitive scent gland, inhaling deeply. “Think you can hide this from me? Trying to trick your alpha, already know you too well, Hoonie.”
Oh. That’s right.
What lead to this.
-
It has been well established that Sunghoon is not a normal omega. No, he’s one with deeply rooted issues that, naturally, stem from his childhood and unrealistic expectations.
There’s a reason he’s no contact with his parents.
The same reason is why he isn’t allowed to keep track of his own heats. Those are tracked by Jake and Jay, and Sunghoon is still in a bit of denial so he doesn’t want to be reminded of heats and being an omega. So it’s easy to forget about them.
Until it starts creeping up under his skin, itching his gums, sending his nerves on end. His scent gland gets so swollen and sensitive, same with his nose. He can only tolerate the other omegas in the pack when he gets like this and, on a good day, Jungwon, the beta.
Sunghoon can’t smell himself, doesn’t know that his heat is creeping up. Even though the signs are there he is, again, in denial. He blames it on his hormones, which have been known to cause the craziest mood swings he’s ever known.
Apparently there is such a thing as suppressant abuse, and Sunghoon had it bad.
Key word. Had.
Which goes back to the whole no contact with his parents thing. And the whole heat denial thing. And the mood swings.
Suppressant withdrawal made him, quite honestly, a bitch.
It’s a wonder that the pack put up with him.
Well, not really. They love him.
And after much self reflect, questionable pack bonding activities, and involuntary therapy for the past year, Sunghoon’s almost comfortable in his skin.
Almost.
Now, it must be a mental block that keeps Sunghoon from being able to correlate his newfound moodiness with his heat. That is still a bit irregular, but that’s what happens when one has been on suppressants for eight years, getting on them with only his presentation heat under his belt.
Sunghoon hates how he feels when he’s in preheat. Just when he thinks he’s gotten a grasp of his mood and that the hormone fluctuations have finally settled down, there his heat comes to stir things up again.
There’s usually an underlying nagging in the back of his mind when he gets like this, thinking about how easy it would be to go back to before, when he was on suppressants and not so sensitive to everything.
He finds out, by desperation chance, that he still has one refill of his old suppressant prescription left. Sunghoon had went to the pharmacy, gotten it filled, and took one pill two days ago. The guilt then proceeded to make him sick to his stomach and he’d thrown the bottle in the closet and forgotten about it.
Sunghoon is better than that.
It won’t change that he’s an omega.
He doesn’t need to hide that he’s an omega.
There’s nothing wrong with being an omega. There are plenty of times where Sunghoon will look at Jake and Jay and wonder why he can’t be like them, so comfortable in their skin and proud to be omegas.
Some conversations that he’s had with them since it was revealed that he was an omega had been uncomfortably heavy. There had been numerous occasions where they’d gone in circles, Sunghoon always being the dense roadblock, about how there was nothing wrong with being an omega and Sunghoon didn’t think any less of them. Which would lead to them asking why he could say that while thinking less of himself for being one. That was different, no it isn’t Sunghoon, because they’re them and Sunghoon is, well, him.
Jay and Jake take on a particular look when they’re not happy with something that Sunghoon’s done, something that involves his omega. And as they stand in front of the television that he’d been watching with Jungwon, Sunghoon braces himself for a lecture.
It’s only the four of them in the apartment right now, all the alphas having gone out for reasons that Sunghoon hadn’t cared to hear. Jungwon had coaxed him out of his room under the guise of needing someone to watch a drama with. It didn’t take much convincing, Jungwon’s clean scent a welcome change from how much the room reeked of alpha.
Yes, it was his and Heeseung’s room. Yes, Heeseung sleeps in it and changes in it so of course it’ll smell like him.
Which honestly should have be a huge flag waving in Sunghoon’s head that something was off.
The way he could barely tolerate his own mate’s scent.
Anyway.
Sunghoon doesn’t even get a chance to complain about them blocking the television, or ask them what’s up before Jay digs in his pocket and a familiar orange bottle comes into sight. Jay shakes it to make a point, while Jake puts his hands on his hips.
Ready to bolt and do what he does best, avoid the situation, Sunghoon shifts where he’s pressed against Jungwon. But they must have this planned out because as they were watching the show Jungwon had inconspicuously wrapped one arm around Sunghoon’s waist. Jungwon tightens it Sunghoon tries to get up, forcing him to stay put.
Oh, he sees how it is.
Traitor.
Which, a rational Sunghoon would know there’s no way that Jungwon would unreasonably go against his own mate to defend Sunghoon for doing wrong. Still, he’s upset.
“Don’t be like that.” Jungwon says, using his other hand to keep Sunghoon pressed against his neck and nose against his scent gland. Even when upset at him, Jungwon knows that Sunghoon still finds his scent soothing.
“Well?” Jay taps his foot, waiting for whatever load of bullshit Sunghoon is surely to come up with to excuse this.
Sunghoon’s caught in a whirlwind of emotions, ones that his scent is surely conveying if the way Jake scrunches his nose is anything to go by. He wants to lash out, ask why they were snooping in his room, he’s too old for lectures, fuck them.
But the look of disappointment and hurt on their faces has him biting his tongue. He’s not stupid enough to think this wasn’t planned, all alphas out the house so they aren’t there to see Sunghoon’s exposure. At least they gave him that grace.
Silence hangs heavy in the air before he licks his lips, mouth surprisingly dry.
“I only took one.” Sunghoon’s voice is surprisingly small.
“I know.” Jay quirks an eyebrow.
“We counted.” Jake adds. “Why, Sunghoon?” You were doing so good, goes unsaid.
Because this isn’t the first time Sunghoon has tried to sneak suppressants back into the house to take. It wasn’t that long ago that Jake and Jay stopped doing random checks of his belongings to make sure he hadn’t smuggled any in. Sunghoon’s not even sure why he thought he was going to be able to get away with it. After his Heeseung induced heat last year and the subsequent reveal of his gender, he couldn’t pretend to be a beta anymore. If he tried to slip back into his old regimen he was always caught.
“I don’t,” Sunghoon’s mouth is suddenly dry. Jungwon’s hand is soothing, rubbing against his side. Just an observer and enforcer, making sure Sunghoon stays put. “I don’t like feeling like this.” On edge, barely tolerating half the pack. “But I only took one. I was going to throw them away, I swear. I didn’t get a chance.”
Jay softens. “We saw you just got it filled. While we’re not happy you took them-”
“We’re proud of you for stopping.” Jake finishes.
“Please don’t tell.” Them. Him. Sunghoon pleads.
Jay, Jake, and Jungwon share a look.
“They already know.” Jake reveals.
Sunghoon doesn’t mean to whine, but it slips out before he stifles it in Jungwon’s neck. Jay and Jake, this is not new to them. They’ve walked him through nearly every step of the way of being an omega. They’ve been there for all his ups, and his terrible downs. It doesn’t hurt so much to be exposed in front of them.
The two omegas have honestly been the only thing keeping Sunghoon sane this last year.
It’s why Sunghoon does not feel the weight of expectation with them. Not so suffocating, not like it is with the other pack members. Omega bond, that’s what therapy and the entire pack have told him. That it’s natural for them to be close, their experiences not dissimilar.
“It’s okay, Sunghoon.” Jungwon’s voice is a low hum. Steady, controlled. Just like he always is. “We aren’t upset.”
“He isn’t upset.” Jake adds, because he knows that Sunghoon needs to hear it. “Besides, we should have caught this in your transfer over to the new doctor.” The one that won’t prescribe him suppressants of any kind, because the last doctor was Sunghoon’s family doctor who kept Sunghoon’s parents’ donations to his clinic more in mind that Sunghoon’s heath.
There’s no push for Sunghoon to answer, yet he knows they’re waiting for him to say something. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Jay sits down on the couch on the opposite side of Jungwon, taunting bottle placed on the end table nearest where he sits. “So you can lock yourself in until your heat fully hits? We don’t think so.”
Okay, so maybe Sunghoon is single handedly the reason why half their doors go against firecode and had to be remounted so the hinges would have the doors swing outward. And yes, they had tried taking the locks off the doors but where there was a will, Sunghoon found a way.
Jake, bless him, swipes the bottle from the table and disappears down the hall before coming back empty handed. He flops down next to Sunghoon, snuggling up close. “It’s okay to feel how you do. You’re in preheat, Hoon.”
Because until it’s said, Sunghoon doesn’t know.
“Am I?” Some doubt, still.
“Sunghoon, Riki asked if you wanted to go to the gym with him yesterday and you damn ripped his head off. Sunoo tried to hand you a container of lotion that you dropped, and you threw it at his head.” Jay pokes at Sunghoon’s cheek, luring him out of where he hides in Jungwon’s neck. “Heeseung said you quite literally kicked him out of bed this morning. You’ve been in preheat for three days.”
Sunghoon still doesn’t quite get how he gets away with being pressed so deeply against Jungwon when he’s in preheat. Jay never looks at him with jealously when he’s pressed against one of his mates, doesn’t even ask him to put some distance between them. Sunghoon wonders if having two mates means he’s more tolerable about this sort of behavior, or if they allow him to get away with this because they pity him.
Again, they just love him.
“We set up the nest for you, if you want. You know Heeseung went to to the gym with Riki yesterday after you turned him down.” Jake presses his nose deep into Sunghoon’s neck, likely trying to sniff out just how close to the surface Sunghoon’s heat is. “He didn’t get a chance to wash the clothes, so the nest smells just like him.”
The nest smells like all of them, that’s how Jake likes to make his nests. But it smells most heavily of Heeseung right now. Something to sooth and entice Sunghoon, should he need it. Sunghoon still hasn’t mastered the art of nesting, downright getting angry when things don’t sit just right. It’s just easier if Jay and Jake do it for him.
God, what is he good for if he’s an omega who can’t even nest? An omega who can’t even tolerate the sight of his own alpha when his preheat kicks in. Is all he good for just spr-
“Get out your head.” Jay taps Sunghoon on the forehead, bringing him back to reality. “Let’s go to the nest, I want to take a nap.”
Sometimes that’s all that Sunghoon needs to breathe a little easier, someone else making the choice for him. Jay and Jake drag him to the nest, shutting the door behind them and allowing Sunghoon to settle in first. Jungwon stays back without explanation, but one look shared between him and the other two omegas says enough.
Jake was right, the nest smelled just like Heeseung. Especially one particular pillow, which Sunghoon digs his face into to breathe the scent of his alpha in. A piece of Heeseung’s clothing must be inside the pillowcase.
Sunghoon hasn’t slept well ever since he had snuck out to go get the suppressants. Encompassed on both sides by his fellow omegas, he slips into sleep easily with Jay’s hand curling in his hair and the low murmurs of Jay and Jake talking.
It’s hot when Sunghoon wakes up, clothes clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He’s alone, door to the nest room shut. He grumbles, crawling out the nest and stomping to the door. How dare they leave him alone.
Tirade put to a halt before it can start as soon as he enters the main living area, tongue suddenly heavy when he sees the entire pack at the kitchen table talking in quiet murmurs. That damn incriminating bottle is back, sitting in the center of the table.
No, not in the center. Directly in front of Heeseung, who plays with it while they talk.
His footsteps must make enough noise, because the conversation dies down as six sets of eyes turn to look at him.
Then the bottle is gone, and Sunoo is asking cheerily, “Oh, is your nap already over? Are you hungry? Dinner’s almost ready”
And like the perfect person that Sunghoon is, he turns around and bolts to the bathroom as soon as Heeseung makes to stand up.
He’s about two breathes per minute away from a full blown panic attack when the door opens and Jake steps in, all smiles.
“Going to shower before dinner?”
Jake’s giving Sunghoon an out where they can both pretend like Sunghoon wasn’t in the bathroom to hide away from the consequences of his actions. As such, Jake doesn’t give Sunghoon a chance to answer, stepping past where Sunghoon sits on the toilet to start the shower.
Sunghoon certainly doesn’t need help showering, but he isn’t objecting to Jake undressing him and guiding him under the stream once he deems the temperature perfect. When Jake steps in moments later after getting undressed himself, Sunghoon doesn’t argue.
In fact he bends his head so Jake can wash his hair, humming some soft tune as he washes Sunghoon.
It’s his love language, Sunghoon learned. His love for his youngest omega, even if Sunghoon is only three weeks younger than him. Jay doesn’t wash Sunghoon, but Jay also told him that taking care of the other omegas of the pack is “head omega” behavior. Jay had even said “quote, unquote”.
A finger dips low, between his thighs before sliding up to the source. “You’re wet.”
“We’re in the shower,” answers Sunghoon weakly.
“And your heat is almost here.” Jake leaves little room for preamble, getting a washcloth and wiping away the slick that Sunghoon didn’t know was building up. “We’re going to make sure you eat well tonight.”
Sunghoon being stubborn about his food intake during his heat is, thankfully, not just something that he experiences. The other two omegas usually come out their heats a tad weak thanks to not consuming enough food to fuel their sexual activities.
Jake wraps Sunghoon in the fluffiest towels that they have, drying Sunghoon off taking priority over himself. He even takes his time blowdrying Sunghoon hair until it’s fully dry, rubbing products in his hair.
Sunghoon’s left to do his own skincare while Jake dries himself off and gets dressed. Jake gathers the damp towels and clothes, telling Sunghoon don’t take too long so that his dinner doesn’t get cold.
His skincare routine takes exactly fifteen minutes longer than usual, trying to bide his time until he has to go out. He even goes through the extra effort of drying all the containers off before putting them back.
Deep breath in, Sunghoon pushes the bathroom door open.
Only to freeze in his tracks when he finds Heeseung leaning against the wall right outside the door, playful glint in the alpha’s eyes.
“Here I was thinking I’d have to wait another twenty minutes.” Heeseung presses forward, nose ghosting across Sunghoon’s neck before he places a firm kiss against Sunghoon’s lips.
Not fair. Sunghoon just got out of the shower. He squeezes his cheeks together, willing himself not to get wet at a little physical attention. “What do you want?” There’s no heat in Sunghoon’s words. Even if there was, he’s sure Heeseung would just laugh it off.
“You can’t tell?” Heeseung dodges the swat that Sunghoon aims his way. “Dinner’s ready. We’re waiting for you.”
“Why?” Walls up, defensive. Sunghoon is not ready for that conversation.
“Because we always eat dinner together when we can?” Heeseung says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “And this’ll be the last dinner we have together for the next couple of days. Come on, Jay made your favorite.”
Nobody brings it up over dinner. That bottle that’s no longer in sight. Sunghoon wonders if they’ve flushed the pills in one of the other bathrooms. Or what they’re going to do with them. Stomach still in twists, Sunghoon has to continue to be encouraged to eat by the pack. It’s a bit comical how Heeseung and Jake take turns feeding him as if he was a baby.
His heat is ready to burst, bubbling now just under the surface. Though Heeseung gives Sunghoon the clothes he’s wearing to snuggle in when he gets into their bed while he showers, Sunghoon wants to cry at the thirty minutes they’re separated while Heeseung takes his own shower.
“You’re not going to kick me out of bed again, are you?”
That earns Heeseung a glare as the alpha gets in the bed next to Sunghoon, leaving a too large gap between the two of them. Fine. Let it be like that. Sunghoon turns in the bed to face the wall, ignoring the way Heeseung’s quiet laughs shake the mattress.
He’ll throw Heeseung off the mattress tonight.
Except.
Stupid alpha.
Rassling with Sunghoon hours later when the omega wakes up soaked from head to toe, pressed against Heeseung. Lets Sunghoon thinks he’s winning the battle of pushing Heeseung off the mattress. That is, until Heeseung pins him to the mattress, spreads his legs and swallows him down in one go.
Fuck, when did his clothes even come off?
The laugh that Heeseung lets out, mouth full, does nothing to help.
That should have been the warning for how the night was going to play out.
-
Heeseung has an ungodly amount of stamina and resolve. Especially when he’s trying to prove a point to a rather stubborn omega. Whenever he’s close to coming he’ll just stop, catch his breath while he keeps Sunghoon seated on his cock, watching him squirm with amusement.
“So fucking needy, trying to milk me with everything you’ve got, hm?” Heeseung grabs Sunghoon’s chin with his free hand, makes him focus and look him in the eyes. “Think some silly suppressant is going to change what you are? How good you are for me?”
No, that’s why I didn’t keep taking them Sunghoon thinks, hopes the message is conveyed in his cockdrunk eyes.
“This,” Heeseung’s hand falls low, sliding down Sunghoon’s chest until it rests just below his belly button, right on top of where his womb is dancing in his body, “is mine. Nothing you do is going to change that.”
Speared open on Heeseung’s cock, mind going numb, inner omega singing at the show of Heeseung’s possessiveness, Sunghoon suddenly can’t remember why he thought getting back on the suppressants was a good idea.
The contact should be too much, Heeseung pressed full body against him, pulling Sunghoon close by his leg, other leg tangled between Heeseung’s two. Knot locked in, Heeseung shouldn’t be able to do more than a slow grind.
But leave it to Heeseung to challenge Sunghoon. Pulling his hips back to make Sunghoon chase after him, rim snug around the base of Heeseung’s cock. Then when Sunghoon moves closer, that’s when Heeseung presses in deep.
Sunghoon’s legs are shaking.
Only now does Heeseung circle his hips, confident smile not leaving as he chases his own orgasm. “You think taking those pills will put a stop to this? That I’ll be done with you? Like you won’t come crawling back, begging for your alpha’s knot now that you’ve had a taste of it?”
Heeseung’s really just saying anything now, but Sunghoon can’t look away. Not when that hand travels back up, clutches the back Sunghoon’s neck.
“Like I won’t strip you down and fuck you where you stand, spread you open on the floor, remind you of what you are.” Heeseung presses their foreheads together. “Everyone will see how you are for me, so pliant, perfect, my omega. Drag you back on my cock, fuck the suppressants out your system you try this shit again. Leave you soaked and begging, just for me. Anything I have to do to remind you that you and your body belong to me.”
At the first splash of Heeseung’s cum in his womb, Sunghoon comes. His mouth drops open, eyes cross, toes curl, leg locks itself around Heeseung’s waist as if the man could pull away in the first place.
Stupid Heeseung.
Dam broken, he fucks his cum into Sunghoon with fervor. Sitting Sunghoon as deep on his knot every chance he gets, dragging him all across their room so that reeks of them. Heeseung takes full advantage of Sunghoon’s flexibility, putting Sunghoon’s knees up to the omega’s ears, fucking his hole all sloppy and stupid.
Has Sunghoon on his knees on the bed, back to Heeseung’s chest, Heeseung’s hand on his throat, forcing him to twist back and make eye contact with his alpha.
Makes Sunghoon fall asleep knotted up, Heeseung putting his birth control to the test as he keeps Sunghoon’s womb full and sloshing with cum. Wakes up to Heeseung fucking his old cum out to replace it with a fresher load.
Only reprieve Sunghoon gets is when they have to make the trek to the bathroom, where Heeseung will finger fuck the cum out of him and then say he’ll sooth him down there. Only to kneel in the shower, hitch Sunghoon’s leg over his shoulder as he eats him out, slurping down his slick like it’s his last meal.
Heeseung has always been attentive during Sunghoon’s heats.
But this… this is Heeseung proving a point. By the last day of his heat, when Sunghoon is a little more sane and a little less desperate, Sunghoon understands this. Heeseung showing him what would happen if this happens again, in a weird Heeseung type way. If he takes suppressants again.
Sunghoon tries to hop off Heeseung’s cock as soon as his heat breaks. Which, funny enough, is quite a snap back to reality moment for Sunghoon. But Heeseung’s locked up tight in Sunghoon, has Sunghoon seated in his lap facing each other.
Heeseung peppers soothing kisses across Sunghoon’s cheeks, knows that Sunghoon can’t stay mad at him for long. Doesn’t stop Sunghoon from standing up as soon as Heeseung’s knot deflates enough. Not fully gone, but Sunghoon’s body releases it anyway. Without speaking, he makes sure Heeseung knows that if he follows him into the bathroom Sunghoon’ll find a way to chop his dick off.
Now, internally, Sunghoon still has things to work through. Which means that unlike a normal omega that would love to spend the aftermath of their heat cuddled up with their alpha as they’re nursed back to full strength, Sunghoon demands the attention of Jay and Jake to help him get back on his feet.
They’ll keep their dicks to themselves.
Heeseung would too, knows his limits.
But, again, unresolved trauma.
Sunghoon should really call his parents and tell them to go fuck themselves.
Or, he could stop thinking about them and focus on Jake and Jay. Jake who rubs a soothing ointment over all of Sunghoon’s body as soon as Sunghoon steps into the nest room. All of it. Being an omega in this pack has no boundaries, so yes that means that Jake rubs a soothing ointment over Sunghoon’s sore asshole when he needs it while whispering something ruthless alphas.
Jay spoon feeds Sunghoon miso soup, a post-heat and post-rut meal that Riki had gotten them all hooked on. Jake has Sunghoon in his lap, back against Jake’s chest despite Sunghoon always complaining that he’s too big to sit in Jake’s lap.
Again, something about head omega instincts.
“So?” Jay doesn’t look like he expects an answer from Sunghoon, but this testing how far out of his heat he is, if he’s back verbal.
Five more mouthfuls of soup.
“Fuck suppressants.” Sunghoon mumbles around the spoon.
The other two omegas pause, share eye contact between each other before they burst out laughing.
“Maul him again like that and I’ll rip your balls off.” Jake’s tone is sugary sweet as he throws a pair of pants directly in Heeseung’s face, distracting him from his game long enough for Riki to win.
Sunghoon’s scent is heavy on the clothing, a gift Jake has given Heeseung to sooth his inner alpha who is still disgruntled that his omega won’t let him provide aftercare. He’s a good alpha, damnit.
Heeseung shows no shame when he brings the pants up to his nose to sniff. He looks at Riki pointedly, eyebrow raised.
Riki throws his hands up in surrender. “Do you know him? I am not getting in the middle of that.”
“He is joking, right?”
Riki looks back to the screen, restarting the match.
“Right?”