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He wakes in the afternoon to an empty den, but the air is thick with lingering scent—Seungcheol's smoked cherry wood and Jihoon's bitter coffee still clinging to the blankets, to his skin. It's not enough. His rut is screaming for more, his cock still swollen and aching, his body wound so tight he feels like he might vibrate out of his own skin.
He needs something. Someone. But he shouldn't; he'll just get in their way. He's already making them help him with this.
Chan just lies there for a moment, fighting the urge to get up and hunt through the house like a feral cat, stalking their prey. He can smell the two youngest omegas down the hall from the den — he could never do that outside of his rut; Chan's scent is just so strong, and it's driving him mad —the scent of cold air and orange blossoms flowing into the nest from under the door. And also something Herbal mixed in. Chamomile and rose hip and lavender.
Jeonghan.
The scent hits him like a drug, and Chan's entire body goes rigid. It's different from the others—softer, sweeter, with an undertone of arousal that makes his alpha brain scream. His cock twitches against his stomach, already leaking. He forces himself to stay still, to wait, because leaving the den mid-rut feels wrong, feels like he's losing control, and—
The door opens.
Seungkwan and Vernon step through first, blocking the view, but Chan can smell him now—Jeonghan's scent is so strong it's almost overwhelming, mixed with something else. Something new. Fabric softener and—
"Alpha," Seungkwan calls, and Chan's entire body jolts at the title. Alpha. They're calling him alpha. "We have a gift for you."
"It's the pack gift from the omegas," Vernon adds, his tone bright and conspiratorial.
Then Jeonghan's voice, embarrassed and soft: "I can't believe all of you."
The two younger omegas step aside, and Chan's breath catches in his throat.
Jeonghan is standing in the doorway wearing a baby pink lingerie set—sheer, delicate lace that barely qualifies as clothing. The babydoll top is completely transparent, and Chan can see everything: the way his chest has swollen with pregnancy, his pink nipples puffed and straining against the fabric, begging to be touched. The split lower half pulls back to expose his rounded belly—the pack's pup, his pup—and the tiny bottoms are a joke, really. They can't contain the hard line of his cock, which is pressing against the lace, already leaking.
But it's the scent that undoes him.
Jeonghan's arousal is bleeding through the fabric, mixing with his natural herbal sweetness into something that makes Chan's vision blur. His rut brain is screaming, MINE, MINE, TAKE, BREED, CLAIM—
"I'm sorry... does it look bad?" Jeonghan asks softly, and there's genuine uncertainty in his voice, which somehow makes it worse. He's nervous. He's standing there in lingerie, pregnant and beautiful and nervous, and Chan can't even form words.
A low growl escapes his throat before he can stop it.
"Do you like your gift, alpha?" Seungkwan asks, and Chan can hear the smirk in her voice.
He can't speak. His mouth is dry. All he can do is stare—at the lace, at the skin, at the belly, at the hard line of Jeonghan's cock. His own is throbbing painfully, swollen and desperate, and he's going to lose his mind.
"I think he does," Vernon says, clearly amused. "Oh, and Jihoon said you would want this." He holds out a blue rubber toy—shaped like a dog bone with textured spikes along the sides. A chew toy. Vernon passes it to him without ceremony, and Chan takes it on instinct, confused.
"Why?" he manages to ask.
Seungkwan laughs. "Jihoon said you got a bit bitey, so Wonwoo's letting you borrow one of his chew toys for the time being."
"I didn't bite him," Chan protests weakly, but even as he says he it, he's not sure. The rut is a blur. He remembers Jihoon's skin, the taste of salt and slick, but after that—nothing. Just fragments.
"Really?" Jeonghan deadpans. "Because the marks on his neck and thighs say otherwise. It looked like you tried to eat him."
Chan's stomach drops. He bit Jihoon. He actually bit him, and his only response was to give Chan a chew toy? That's—that's not a punishment, that's almost like—
Like they're accepting this part of him.
The thought is so disorienting that he almost misses Seungkwan waving goodbye. "Have fun with your gift, alpha."
"Don't tear him to shreds," Vernon adds cheerfully.
The door closes, and suddenly it's just the two of them.
"I can take this off if you want me to," Jeonghan says quietly, and there's something in his voice—a question, an offering. "I know it's a bit much."
"No," Chan says immediately, the word coming out desperate and raw. "Please don't. I don't want you to."
His mind is fracturing. Mine, mine, mine—my omega, full with my pups, my beautiful omega, so pretty, so perfect, can't touch, shouldn't want, but god he smells so good, his skin is so soft, the lace is so delicate, I could tear it so easily—
"Do you really like it, alpha?" Jeonghan asks, and there's something deliberate in his tone now. He's not just asking. He's teasing him.
"Mine," Chan growls, the word ripped from somewhere deep in his chest before he can stop it. He covers his mouth in shame, stumbling over his words. "I'm sorry, omeg—Jeon—hyung. I didn't—"
"Yes, I'm your omega," Jeonghan says softly, and he moves closer, crawling onto the bed with a grace that makes Chan's breath catch. He drops his voice into something low and seductive. "Now, how about we get you taken care of?" His hand trains down cuping Chans bare cock, squeezing his heavy balls in his palm, "You're so swollen, that must hurt, puppy" His tone was demeaning, but not in a mean way, in the way you would talk to a little puppy who doesn't know any better, like he was Chans' owner who found it cute when the dog would bite his fingers despite knowing it was wrong. It made butterflies swarm in his stomach, reaching up to flutter around his heart.
Jeonghan layed down, grasping Chan's hand to follow him. He positions himself on his side, and Chan understands immediately—spooning. It's intimate in a way that feels safer than facing each other, and Chan is grateful for that small mercy because he's already barely holding on. It seems to be the only position that would be comfortable for Jeonghan with the large pup bump.
He carefully removes Jeonghan's panties but leaves the lingerie top on, not wanting the gift to go unappreciated. He positions himself behind the omega, his swollen cock sliding between Jeonghan's thighs, running along his pussy lips. His hand cups Jeonghan's belly—supporting it, cradling it—and the tenderness of the gesture wars with the desperation coursing through him.
Can't hurt him. Won't hurt him. But god, he's so soft, so warm, so—
"Puppy, you can put it in," Jeonghan whispers. "There's a lot of slick, so it'll be easy."
"I can't," Chan whines, and he means it. His body is screaming to take, to claim, to breed, but his mind is still trapped in his family's voice: An alpha who can't control himself is worthless. No one will want you. You're too much, too aggressive, too feral.
He wants Jeonghan so bad, but how is he supposed to take something so precious, so pretty? He feels like he should apologise for being there, apologise for looking, for wanting, for even thinking about the omega in such a manner. He is a useless alpha, nothing like the others in the pack, and now he's expected to be strong and spend his rut with him. Actually knot him, he can’t; he couldn’t even do it with Seungcheol without him and Jihoon holding him down.
‘What if I hurt you? What if I'm too much?’ Chan’s mind spirals: an alpha being aggressive with another alpha can be forgiven; they can take the treatment, but an omega, especially Jeonghan, whose belly is pregnant, distended with pups. He should want to protect, should desire to protect him more than anything, but right now his teeth ache with a want to tear him apart.
His cock slips from between Jeonghan's thighs, and the omega rolls over, their stomachs pressing together. Jeonghan's expression is soft—impossibly soft, like the feathered wings of an angel—and Chan's stomach drops because he knows what's coming. He hates how easy it is for Jeonghan to see through him, read his scent like it’s physically spelling out the words for him
"Oh, puppy," Jeonghan coos, and his hand comes up to cup Chan's face. "You think I'm uncomfortable. You think I don't want this."
It's not a question. He knows.
Chan looks away, his voice shaking. "You're pregnant."
"And?"
"You're—" Chan stumbles, searching for words. Precious. Important. Fragile. Everything Chan doesn't want to ruin because he knows he will, his instincts are too much, that's what he's been told his whole life, he needs to get his overbearing alpha instinct in check if he ever wants to be a good mate. And he did, but Jeonghan makes him lose every ounce of schooling he thought he had accomplished.
Jeonghan waits, patient and solid, never taking his eyes off Chan as he struggles for words.
"I don't want to be bad," Chan finally whispers, and the words are so small, so broken, that they barely make a sound.
Jeonghan is quiet for a moment. Then he reaches out and takes Chan's cheeks in his palms, pressing a soft kiss to his worried lips.
"You could never be bad, puppy," he says firmly. "You could never. You're my good alpha."
Something in Chan's chest cracks, a little sliver through the bone. Good alpha? He repeats the words in his head. Good. He called me good.
"I don't want to hurt you, or–or be too aggressive," Chan says again, but it's weaker now, the fear starting to give way to something else.
"Too aggressive? I highly doubt that," Jeonghan says, kissing him again. "But if you are, I'll tell you to stop. I promise." His hands roam Chan's body—squeezing his chest, letting his fingers slide down to Chan's swollen cock, pumping it slowly. Chan moans, his hips thrusting into the touch.
"Now, will you be good and let me enjoy my puppy's rut?" Jeonghan whispers against his lips. "Will my puppy take me, please?"
Chan's brain practically jumps with joy, howling at the achievement of getting the omega. Wants me. He really wants me.
He dives in for a kiss, unable to resist his pretty pout. It’s heavy, heated and sloppy; Jeonghan sucks on Chan's tongue like he's starving for it. Chan's hands hesitantly cup Jeonghan's breasts, and the omega moans the moment he makes contact, pulling away from Chan's mouth.
"They're really sensitive," Jeonghan breathes.
"Ah, sorry—" Chan starts to pull his hands back, but Jeonghan stops him.
"Stop apologising. Please keep touching my chest."
Chan's thumbs run over the puffy pink nipples through the lace fabric, and Jeonghan's back arches into the touch. He's panting, hard, squeezing at Chan's dick, touching the tip with his thumb. Chan is drowning in sensation—the softness of the lace, the warmth of Jeonghan's skin, the intoxicating lavender scent of his arousal.
I want to fuck him into the mattress. Smells so good, looks so good, sounds so good. It's flooding his brain like a drug; he feels drunk and barely in control of his body.
"Alpha. Puppy," Jeonghan moans, his voice desperate. "Please fuck me."
Chan finally accepts—at least a little—that Jeonghan wants this. Wants him. Rut and all.
They get back into position, and Chan slips inside easily, just like Jeonghan promised. He keeps his thrusts slow and gentle, kissing the back of Jeonghan's neck over his mating bite, trying to reassure him even as his own control is fraying. But it's so hard. Jeonghan feels so good, so tight, so perfect, and his moans are making Chan's alpha brain sing.
He starts with just the tip. promising himself he wouldn't go any deeper, but it slides in so easily that he reasons it must not be bad to go a few inches deeper, and then a few more and a few more, till it's all the way in. Jeonghan's cunt eating him up, like it was meant to be there like a puzzle piece.
His kisses gradually turn into licks, licks into nibbles, and he has to pull himself back before he loses it completely. His knot is starting to form—softer than before, a gradual rise instead of the painful pressure from earlier—but the fear is still there, lurking.
He stops abruptly, holding onto Jeonghan with something close to terror. He can feel tears prickling his eyes.
Jeonghan makes a noise of confusion, turning his head to look back at Chan. "Puppy? What's wrong?"
He moves back to get a better look, and his pussy hits against Chan's forming knot. Chan moans, broken and desperate, like a cry of anguish.
"Oh, you popped a knot. Good job, puppy," Jeonghan says softly.
Chan shakes his head against the sheer fabric of the lingerie top, unable to speak.
"Hmm? Puppy, what's wrong? Please tell me."
"I don't want to go too far," Chan whispers. "My knot—it might hurt you."
"Hehe," Jeonghan chuckles, and there's something knowing in the sound. "I've taken plenty of knots before, clearly." He gestures down to his belly. "Yours is nothing I can't handle. I think it's the perfect knot, actually. It'll fit so well inside me."
He's trying to lure Chan back in, and Chan knows it, but he's still hesitating.
"I'm not wearing a condom," he says, and maybe he's just stalling now, making up excuses out of habit.
"I'm already pregnant, so there's no need for any of that," Jeonghan says, his tone teasing. "Unless I can somehow get double pregnant. Please, Chan. I want my alpha's knot so badly."
Chan's eyes gaze down to Jeonghan's stomach—his round, pregnant belly where his belly button has started to pop out. There's a pup in there. The pack's pup. His pup.
His hands glide down reverently, running his fingers along the sensitive underside of the belly, and Jeonghan shivers.
"Do you like it?" Jeonghan asks, his voice taking on that devilish quality again. "That I'm pregnant?"
Chan feels like he's being dissected, all of his thoughts being pulled from his skull and read aloud. More specifically: how hot he thinks Jeonghan is swollen with pups, how much he wants to keep him like this, how base and wrong that makes him feel.
"Do you think I'm pretty like this, alpha?" Jeonghan continues, and his voice is like syrup, sticking to Chan's skin. "Do you want to keep me like this? Always stuffed full with pups?"
Chan's hips start to move again, his knot hitting Jeonghan's wet lips. The shame is still there—family voice screaming that this is wrong and animalistic—but it's being drowned out by something stronger. By Jeonghan's soft moans. By the feeling of being wanted.
"Just like that, puppy. Good job," Jeonghan moans, finally getting what he wanted. "You're going to breed me, alpha."
"Yes," Chan whimpers, picking up the pace. "Breed what's mine. My omega. Mine."
"Yes, puppy, I'm all yours," Jeonghan pants, his hips pushing back, trying to take more. "Breed me. Please breed me."
Chan's mouth finds the back of Jeonghan's neck again, nipping at the scarred skin where his mating bite lives. Jeonghan holds something up to him, forcing it between his teeth—the chew toy. Chan bites down on it hard, a growl escaping his throat.
"Good boy," Jeonghan purrs.
And that little sliver in his chest grows wider, spreading up across his sternum.
The words hit him like a physical blow. Good boy. Not bad. Not too much. Good. His brain short-circuits, his cock twitching inside Jeonghan, and he whimpers around the toy.
It's so hard to resist shoving his knot in right now, taking what he really wants, who he really wants and breeding him till he passes out. But he doesn't; he keeps his thrusts steady, letting the knot catch and pull back, catch and pull back, building the tension until he thinks he might explode.
"Puppy," Jeonghan moans desperately, "please stop teasing. Knot me. I need it. I need your knot, puppy. Please."
Jeonghan pushes his hips back, trying to take more, grinding back on Chan's knot like he's been craving it, like he's been waiting for this for a long time.
It pushes in. Almost catching. Chan gasps in a panic; he wants to pull back, but he doesn't at the same time.
Jeonghan grinds back again harder, the knot pushes in past his lips, the widest part pulling at the walls of his entrance, and catching.
It slides in, locking in place.
And Chan screams out a moan, at least he thinks he does. His brain is so fuzzy he can barely register any stimuli aside from Jeonghan, just Jeonghan, just his omega.
The sensation is cataclysmic. His knot locks inside Jeonghan's pussy, stretching him impossibly wide, and the tightness is so overwhelming that Chan's brain just—stops. There are no thoughts, just hot pleasure tearing through him like a tsunami.
"OH my god, puppy—puppy," Jeonghan moans, squeezing down on the knot. "Fill me up, puppy. Please, breed me. Breed me."
Chan fills him up like he was commanded to, like a well-trained dog, clamping on to the chew toy, a complete mess of moans and growls and wet saliva and slick and cum. But god, it feels so good. Filling up his pack, Omega. Knotting him. Breeding him. And Jeonghan is moaning so beautifully, shaking as his own orgasm takes over, spilling out onto the mattress.
Jeonghan. It's all he can think, it's all that's in his mind, repeating the man's name like a mantra, like he'll like if he stops chanting.
Chan feels dizzy as his orgasm comes to an end, his knot still swollen up inside Jeonghan, his mind completely gone.
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The world comes back slowly.
First, there's the weight of his own body—heavy, sated, completely wrung out. Then, the sensation of Jeonghan's warmth against his chest, the omega's back pressed to his front, his knot still locked inside. The chew toy has fallen from Chan's mouth, and he's breathing hard, his entire body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
And then—shame starts to creep in.
What did I do? Was I too rough? Did I hurt him? I bit him, I growled, I said those things about breeding him, about keeping him pregnant, what if he thinks I'm a monster, what if—
"Chan," Jeonghan says softly, and Chan realises he's been making distressed sounds. The omega reaches back, finds Chan's hand, and presses it to his chest, over his heart. "Stop. You were perfect. That was me. I wanted every bit of that."
"But I—" Chan starts, his voice cracking. Was he worrying out loud?
"You were so good, puppy," Jeonghan whispers, turning slightly so he can look back at Chan. His eyes are soft, his expression full of something that looks like pride. "You were exactly what I wanted."
Chan's throat tightens. He wants to argue, wants to apologise, but Jeonghan is already moving—carefully, gently, removing the lingerie top and tossing it aside. They're skin-to-skin now, and Jeonghan's herbal scent wraps around him like safety, like home.
Jeonghan guides Chan's arms around him, settling back against his chest. "Just hold me, puppy," he murmurs. "Omega will make it better."
The crack in his chest. The sliver. It breaks completely, falling apart inside of him.
He wraps himself around the omega, his hand splayed across Jeonghan's belly. His knot is still locked, keeping them joined, and it feels right. He sniffles, his head hitting the back of Jeonghan's neck, tears fall from the ducts, onto the omega's flushed skin.
"You're my good alpha. My perfect alpha," His voice is soothing, as Chan continues to cry. he doesn't ask what's wrong; he doesn't need to. He sits there with his hands over top of Chan's as he continues to remind him how good he was.
Chan quiets down after a second. The shame is still there, lurking at the edges, but it's quieter now. Manageable. Because Jeonghan is here, solid and real and choosing him.
"I was scared," Chan admits quietly. "That I'd hurt you. That you'd hate me for wanting you like that."
"I could never hate you," Jeonghan says, reaching back to run his fingers through Chan's hair. "And you didn't hurt me. You made me feel so good, puppy. So wanted. So loved."
The word—loved—hits Chan like a physical blow. He's never been loved like this. Never been accepted for his instincts, his possessiveness, his need to claim and breed and keep. His family told him those things made him unusable. But Jeonghan is telling him they make him perfect.
"I love you," Chan whispers, and he doesn't even know where the words come from. They just spill out, raw and honest.
Jeonghan smiles, shifting slightly in Chan's arms—mindfully, keeping the knot locked—and kisses him. It's soft and deep and full of something that feels like a promise.
"I love you too, puppy," Jeonghan says against his lips. "My good, perfect alpha puppy."
They stay like that for a long time, wrapped around each other, Chan's knot slowly softening inside Jeonghan. When it finally slips out, Jeonghan doesn't move away. He just settles back against Chan's chest, and Chan holds him, his hand on the omega's belly.
For the first time since his rut began, Chan feels something other than fear or shame. He feels safe. He feels wanted. He feels like he finally fully belongs.
They rest like that until evening, when the rest of the pack starts to gather in the den. Seokmin comes barrelling in, insisting he needs some alpha company after spending the whole day with Joenghan. This instance, as he sat down next to Jeonghan, got him a very pointed growl. Seokmin made the smart decision to sit on the other side of the nest to keep the little alpha happy. A few others tumble in, all of whom get growled at (though Seokmin points out that he growled the least at Joshua).
Jihoon arrives next, changed into a tank top that shows off the bite marks Chan left on his neck and chest. He looks at them tangled together and smiles—a real, genuine smile that makes Chan's heart skip. Jihoon's eyes then look to the others, who are notably not sitting with the rutting alpha.
"Why are you sitting by yourself?" Jihoon asks, settling into the spot beside them.
"I'm not," Chan says softly, pulling Jeonghan closer. "I'm with my omega."
Jeonghan makes a pleased sound, and Jihoon chuckles, curling to the spot behind Chan more, his hand rubbing an oval over his thigh, his coffee scent mixing with Jeonghan's herbs and Chan's creek water. It smells like pack. It smells like home.
"Why does Jihoon get to sit with you and I don't!"
Yeah, home.
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