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Jisung absentmindedly nibbles on his bottom lip, his eyes reading over the same three lines he’s underlined and emphasised with little squiggles and arrows to make sure it can be recorded exactly how Chan and Changbin want it to sound as they watch on from the other side of the booth.
“Alright, Hannie, you ready to go again?”
Jisung twists his lips to the side, tilting his head as he thinks before he straightens up, frees his lip from his teeth, and turns his head towards the two of them.
“Yep! All good, Hyung.” He answers, simultaneously raising his thumb for them both to see.
“Good, good,” Chan mumbles in reply, almost as though he’s saying it to himself as he trails his eyes across the desk. “Alright, I’ll play the last two lines of the verse before yours to count you in.”
Jisung gives a hum of acknowledgement and waits for the music to come through his headphones.
…Nothing happens.
At first, Jisung is reluctant to take his eyes away from the line in front of him- feeling like the second he does, the music will start without him being ready and focused. But, when it seems like two whole minutes have passed without him hearing anything, Jisung relaxes his shoulders and turns back towards the window.
Chan and Changbin are no longer focused on him and are instead looking at something off to their left towards the entryway, and although Jisung can’t see who they’re talking to, he’s quick to realise that whatever is being discussed seems rather important.
It’s when Jisung watches the way Changbin scrunches his face up a little too intensely to be passed over, that he carefully takes off his headphones and pulls open the door to the recording booth just enough to peek his head out.
However, when he detects the addition of lavender amongst Chan’s coastal and Changbin’s dark mint chocolate, Jisung almost stumbles forward when he notices the distressed underlayer to his fellow omega’s scent.
Within seconds, Jisung comes face to face with a panting, agitated looking, Hyunjin.
“What’s going on?” He quickly asks, unable to stop the faint trace of worry from becoming detectable in his pheromones.
It’s Chan who answers, letting out a heavy exhale that causes Jisung to look back at him. “Minho’s in rut, Sungie.”
“Wha-Now!?” Crying out in surprise, Jisung whirls his body back around to Hyunjin.
“Mmhmm,” Hyunjin nods. He pushes his long hair back from his face and keeps his hands atop of his head. “He was supposed to meet Lix and I here but never showed, and we knew something was up since he hadn’t told us that he was running late or anything. The two of us tried to reach him but nothing was going through, so we asked Yennie to check on him.”
Taking a breath, Hyunjin lets his hands fall back down to his sides as he continues, “No one answered the door to your apartment, but Yennie knew Minho was at home since he could faintly smell that his pheromones were going crazy and that…w-well that Minho was in pain.” He finishes with a subtle wince, having noticed Jisung’s strawberry cheesecake scent becoming noticeably burnt with worry.
Jisung’s eyebrows furrow as he gives a small shake of his head. “I-I don’t understand! It wasn’t meant to hit until the end of this week and-...we still have so much to do,” He worries, turning back to Chan and Changbin with a troubled look.
“I know, Sungie, and I’m so sorry to take you away from everything,” Hyunjin frowns. He walks forward so he can cup Jisung’s cheek in his hand, reaching up with the other to gently smooth out the crease at his forehead while releasing a burst of calming pheromones to help the younger omega’s raised shoulders relax. “But you really need to go home. Yennie couldn’t stay there long and sounded really concerned- I think it might only be a matter of time before Minho breaks down the door and storms over here to get to you.”
Still picking up on the sour scent circling the studio, Chan leans forward and gently takes a hold of Jisung’s hand.
“Hannie, it’s fine,” He speaks softly, releasing the deep scent of a crisp coast to soothe him further, “We have months to get this finished, and have more than enough time to wait until Minho’s rut has finished to get your parts recorded.”
At the reassurance, Jisung gives the oldest a grateful nod- the sweetness of the cheesecake slowly but surely resurfacing.
“I can take you back, Hannie,” Changbin grins from where he’s leaning back in his chair- already having lifted the keys from his pocket to spin them around on his finger. “I brought the-”
“-Stop flexing that you have a lambo,” Hyunjin scoffs, shooting the alpha a disapproving look until it falls along with his hands from Jisung’s face as a soft sigh escapes him. “Just get Sungie home, please? For everyone’s sake.”
Changbin is quick to raise his hands in surrender, knowing better than to argue with the tall omega, and makes sure to keep his distance as he gathers a few of his things.
Chan watches the exchange fondly and gives a light tug at Jisung’s hand to regain his attention.
“We’ll wait for you, Hannie. Don’t stress.” He punctuates with a wink, grinning when strawberry syrup permeates the room.
“Thanks, Channie Hyung.” Jisung replies just as gently, feeling the firm squeeze to his hand as Chan then gestures to the couch to make sure the omega doesn’t forget anything whilst packing up.
It luckily doesn’t take Jisung too much time to get everything together, and he throws another quick thank you and goodbye to both Chan and Hyunjin before he and Changbin make their way into the hallway and through the company building.
The two of them stay quiet as they walk with Jisung being a little too in his thoughts to make conversation- only zoning back in when people would pass them by and exchange polite nods up until they reach the parking lot.
When the black Lamborghini with pink rims comes into view, Jisung can’t help but laugh at how there’s no other cars near it despite how busy the company is- clearly because of everyone’s fear of accidentally scratching the car in any way. As though owning such a car wasn’t enough of an ego boost to the alpha, the other members soon understood just how thrilled Changbin was at being given his own reserved parking spot, even if it was completely unintentional.
Just as the omega is about to continue walking and reach for the door handle, Changbin intervenes with an arm across his body, halting him.
“Wait, wait!”
Picking up on the alpha’s excited tone Jisung slumps his shoulders and pushes Changbin’s arm away.
“Hyunggg,” He whines through a pout, turning his body to make sure the older can see his expression. “Aren’t you forgetting that we need to be quick? I don’t have time to wait for the doors to open by themselves, I’ve already seen it like a hundred times!”
Changbin decides not to go against one of the pack’s omegas for a second time, and reluctantly gestures for Jisung to go ahead and get inside with a faux huff of exasperation.
Jisung closes the door behind him and almost chokes when he inhales the smell inside the car.
“Yeesh, did you go into rut in here?” He remarks, burrowing his nose into the hoodie he’s wearing. It’s one he’d stolen off of Minho months ago, but he finds that it still holds enough of his boyfriend’s hazelnut scent despite how often the omega has been wearing it.
“No.” Changbin retorts as he kicks the car into gear, slightly disappointed that the heavy roar of the engine no longer impresses the other pack members. Unintentionally, a particular emotion leaks into his pheromones, and Jisung tries to suppress a laugh when he instantly recognises it as embarrassment. “You know my scent acts up when I’m excited, and getting to show other people my new car has been fun, alright?”
His tone carries a sense of finality, but the moment Jisung lets a soft giggle slip and doesn’t try too hard to muffle it behind the cosy fabric, the alpha’s lips are soon quirking up into a smile and he scoffs at his own behaviour as they leave the parking complex and begin their journey home.
For the entire drive Changbin keeps the speed at just one mile over the limit. Even though his fear of keeping the omega from his alpha and dealing with the consequences of a Jisung-deprived Minho is severe, Changbin would rather not be pulled over anytime soon- both for the sake of his reputation as an idol, and for the sake of his pride.
Meanwhile, Jisung can hardly keep track of the passing surroundings while his gaze is directed outside of the window, and he fights to keep his scent under control with how much he’s worrying about his alpha struggling alone.
Fortunately, the apartment complex soon comes into view, and Changbin makes quick work of speaking to the guard at the entrance gate to let him know he’ll soon be back out again.
“Chan and I will be staying until late,” Changbin starts after they pull up, leaning out of the window as Jisung rounds the still purring car to get to the driver’s side, “But if you need anything, anything at all, just let either of us know and I’ll come back here to drop it off as soon as I can.”
“I will, Hyungie, thank you.” Jisung nods, giving a gentle pat to the alpha’s arm before he hurries inside. He can’t help but space out again while in the lift, bouncing on the balls of his feet to release some nervous energy coursing through his body- and, when the doors finally open at his floor, he shoots out and speed walks to his apartment.
The moment that Jisung opens the door, his knees almost buckle at the air that hits him. The smell of smoky and buttery hazelnut practically consumes his senses, and he struggles to remain upright from the potency. Though, as the initial shock begins to dwindle, Jisung notices that underneath the deep lust and longing, is the subtle hint of pain.
All of the lights Jisung can see are dimmed to the lowest level, and he refrains from adjusting any of them since he knows how hypersensitive Minho becomes to everything when in rut. Instead, he feels around for the wall to keep himself balanced, and had just gotten his other foot halfway out of his shoe before he gasps as he’s suddenly forced up against the door.
A hard, sweat-slicked bare chest pushes up against his back and Jisung’s next exhale comes out shaky now the scent rapidly encircling him is so much stronger.
“Jisungie,” Minho speaks huskily, sliding his hands around his omega’s waist and up towards his chest. When he moves his head so his nose can nuzzle against Jisung’s neck, his whole body freezes as he lets out an audible growl.
It resonates against Jisung’s back, and the omega knows exactly what’s antagonised his alpha.
“I-It’s Changbin, Min,” He hurries to assure, his shoulders lifting to his ears as Minho only crowds him further. With Minho only dressed in boxers, Jisung can feel how much the alpha is straining against the fabric as he presses his clothed cock flush against the omega’s ass. “He drove me home.”
Minho offers no reply and moves his head back, trying to move away from the mint chocolate clinging to the omega without having to physically separate himself from Jisung. Normally, he finds the other alpha’s scent rather pleasant- but, as it’s currently obstructing him from his boyfriend’s scent, he can’t help but be frustrated.
With the alpha now distracted and his hold slackening ever so slightly, Jisung heaves out a breath and brings his hands to the hem of his hoodie so he can lift it off and over his head. However, when his head emerges and he turns around in Minho’s arms, the breath is once again knocked from his lungs when he finally comes face to face with the alpha.
Minho’s pupils are completely dilated- the limbal ring almost tainted red- and his chest is rapidly moving up and down. It’s clear he’s fighting to keep in a clearer headspace, despite how his control is slipping away more and more with each passing second that Jisung is standing in front of him.
“It already hit?” Jisung wonders aloud, and he slowly reaches his hands up to cup Minho’s face, though his lips immediately drop into a frown. “Fuck, jagi, you’re burning up. You need water before we do anything else.”
The alpha’s scent becomes a little acrid, easily conveying his reluctance at having to wait.
“Please?” Jisung speaks softly, purposefully widening his eyes and pushing out his bottom lip as he smooths his thumbs over Minho’s warm cheeks. “Then we can go to bed, Alpha, I promise.”
Luckily, Minho appeases. But, just as Jisung moves forward to pass his boyfriend and head towards the kitchen, a tiny yelp escapes him when Minho surges forward to encase him back in his arms as he wraps both tightly around Jisung’s torso. The omega can only huff out an amused laugh, and he tenderly pets over Minho’s hands at his sides as they’re forced to waddle through their apartment.
While Jisung bustles around the space Minho refuses to loosen his hold, and keeps his face tucked into the omega’s neck as Jisung lifts two bottles of water from the fridge, and a few protein bars from the top drawer until he can make something more substantial after the first few waves of his rut passes.
By the time he’s ready to move them into the bedroom, Jisung is smiling from ear to ear as he’s now covered in rich, buttery hazelnut.
Stepping into the room Jisung looks over the mess- noticing how most of his own clothes are now scattered around every surface, and the sheets are rumpled while still clinging to the bed. He can’t help but shudder a little at the thought of what’s to come and manages to break free from Minho’s possessive grip to place the items in his hands on the nightstand. Once assured they won’t fall, he totters back over to his alpha and releases a burst of sweetened strawberry cheesecake while smoothing his hands up to settle at Minho’s shoulders.
It’s the only signal Minho needs, and he wastes no time in pressing his lips to the omega’s to kiss him hungrily.
Jisung immediately melts into it, feeling the ripples of electricity through his body as Minho’s hands come to his waist and pull him flush against his heated body. The softness of Minho’s lips completely contrasts just how hard he kisses- how he coaxes Jisung’s lips open by pressing a thumb to his chin to then slip his tongue inside.
The potency of their scents only heighten as they fall deeper into each other- candied strawberry cheesecake and rich hazelnut wrapping around each other to create a delicious blend in the air, and both of them are able to notice how the weight of their lustfully tainted pheromones only add to the heavy atmosphere.
Jisung whines as Minho sucks on his tongue, his arms over Minho’s shoulders the only thing holding him up as he feels utterly weightless with the alpha dominating the kiss. Minho licks over the roof of his mouth, almost as though he’s trying to claim the omega from the inside, and the wet sounds of their lips and tongues sliding against each other are often accompanied by soft moans from Jisung and low, pleased growls from the alpha.
The more Minho kisses him, the quicker Jisung feels himself slipping into a submissive state, one he completely surrenders to when at the alpha’s mercy in rut or when the omega is swept up by his own heat.
Realising how Jisung’s weight is beginning to fall on him more and more, Minho effortlessly picks the omega up to carry him over to the bed, eliciting the first trace of slick from his boyfriend at being so easily manhandled.
It hits the alpha instantly, and he’s powerless to resist his urge to strip his omega bare- bringing determined hands to the hem of Jisung’s shirt while he still tries to keep their lips pressed together as much as possible. Every item ripped from Jisung’s quivering body is thrown upwards to the headboard- a fairly conscious choice from the alpha from his want and need to have his omega’s sickeningly sweet scent surrounding him.
After his shirt has left him, nearly having been torn in two, Jisung stares up at Minho while heaving in a breath. A rather easy and affectionate smile then settles onto his kiss-swollen lips as he watches how the alpha’s attentive eyes map over every inch of his exposed body, and he can’t help but let his scent burst from the sense of pride he feels knowing how much it’s affecting the alpha.
In return Minho’s scent flares, strengthening more and more as his eyes move further downwards.
The alpha’s gaze is then fixated at the shiny skin of Jisung’s slim thighs, and he lowers himself down by bracketing his hands either side of the omega’s lithe body. Though he’s gained an incredible amount of muscle over the years, Minho still relishes in how his omega looks so small when caged in his broader arms, and blanketed by the alpha’s thicker body.
He presses hurried yet deep kisses along Jisung’s heaving chest and waist, almost as though it’s a necessary pathway his alpha forces him to follow until he can finally nuzzle against those tempting thighs and taste the sweetened slick already trickling down his honey skin.
Jisung gasps as Minho’s breath fans over his hole, causing even more slick to leak out of him. He feels more so than hears the subtle growl from the alpha, and notices the steady shift in his pheromones as his mind grows foggier with lust.
The alpha’s hot tongue laves over his skin, his body shuddering at the first taste of candied strawberries and thick, creamy cheesecake. It’s too much to bare with how he’d been deprived of his omega for a time his alpha deems too long and so- since it’s the only place Minho can do so without worry of such a mark being seen- he gives another lick across the golden expanse of his boyfriend’s inner thigh before he surges forward and sinks his fangs into the plush skin.
A pleasurably painful scream is torn from Jisung’s throat, and his hands shoot out to grip at Minho’s hair as he desperately fists the blonde strands in an attempt to ground himself.
The cry was slightly muffled to Minho’s ears with how much the urge to bite was swirling in his alpha’s mind, yet it still pleases him all the same at the reactions he’s managing to elicit from his omega.
He retracts his teeth and soothes his tongue over the bite, groaning as slick coats it along with the faint presence of blood that only serves to arouse him further. Giving only seconds for Jisung to recover, Minho turns his head to the other side and repeats the action, once again receiving a tight yank on his hair as he draws out another loud moan from Jisung.
Having still been reeling from the unrestrained pressure of the first bite, the second bite had briefly caused Jisung’s thighs to subconsciously clamp together. The moment of weakness only added to the pleasure for the alpha- as not only had it caused a rush of slick and made the scent of sweet strawberry cheesecake around him heighten, but the feeling of Jisung’s thighs encasing his head had only spurred the alpha on.
Freeing his teeth, Minho can barely give a few seconds to admire the state of his boyfriend’s thighs as his urge has grown too strong to ignore, and he centres his head until he’s met with the sight of Jisung’s leaking hole.
With a ragged breath, Minho dives forward and takes.
Jisung throws his head back before letting out a strained exhale, his heart now rabbiting in his chest while Minho slurps at his hole like a man starved. And, although Minho is never one to lack effort when eating him out, right now it’s obvious that he’s too far gone into his headspace to consider how much it is for his omega to endure.
The alpha switches between fucking his tongue in and out, circling around Jisung’s rim until it begins to give and allows for him to slip a finger inside.
The noise echoing around the room is obscene- a cacophony of squelching, slurping, low growls, sharp gasps, and pleasurable sobs breaking up the omega’s babbling for things unintelligible by words alone, but easily understood by how his fingers are now anchored into the alpha’s hair to keep him close.
Creamy and sugary cheesecake blend deliciously with Minho’s hazelnut growing smoky in the air as his arousal heightens, and every inhale Jisung takes leaves him dizzy at the intensity.
Jisung can’t see his alpha from how his head is craned back, his body devoid of the strength required for him to lift from his neck, but he can tell from the rocking of the bed that Minho has to be holding himself up by a forearm so he can rut his hips against the sheets and get some kind of friction on his aching cock.
During the car ride home Jisung had been wondering whether Minho would have allowed himself some form of release despite not having his omega by his side- and though he’s trying to focus on that same thought now, it’s an incredible struggle to focus on anything but the tightness already coiling in his stomach.
As he slides in another finger, Jisung’s whole body jerks- however, the upwards buck of his hips is thwarted by Minho clamping his arm over the omega’s waist with a warning growl to keep him in place. With Minho fluctuating within his headspace, it’s almost like the omega is nothing more than an entity for him to get what his alpha craves, and Jisung is powerless to do anything but be used while pathetically moaning and trembling as he’s brought closer and closer to bliss.
Two fingers are soon circling inside of the omega, diligently stretching him out while coaxing even more slick to dribble out and slide down the alpha’s throat, anything missed pooling atop of the sheet or drizzling down his marked thighs.
They’re quick to reach deep enough to press against Jisung’s most sensitive spot, and from the mix of Minho’s heady scent, his dominating pheromones, and the constant suckling at his rim means that he only needs a few more seconds of stimulation against the bundle of nerves before his body locks up and he comes, untouched, across his stomach with a strangled cry.
Minho is hardly phased and doesn’t let up- even as he feels the omega shaking beneath him. It’s only when the pleasure is bordering on overstimulation that Jisung finds the strength to grab Minho’s head and force him backwards.
The alpha gasps, only now realising how his lungs were burning for air, but just as his alpha almost tempts him to growl at what was suddenly taken away from him, his mind manages to clear enough to notice the state his boyfriend is in.
“F-Fuck.” Jisung wheezes through a laugh, swallowing hard as he takes his shaky hands away from Minho only for them to unceremoniously flop back to his body.
Minho also lets out a heavy breath, and his eyes are fixed onto every twitch of Jisung’s face now he’s able to worry if he’d overwhelmed him past the bound of pleasure.
“Okay?” Is the only word he's able to ask. He moves upwards on the bed until he can hover above his omega, his expression slightly troubled as he waits.
“Okay.” Jisung assures with a nod, cupping Minho’s cheek and soothing his thumb over his skin. A chuckle passes through his lips when he sees how truly debauched the alpha looks with his pupils blown wide and the entire lower half of his face covered in slick. He nods again and pats Minho’s cheek, then lets his whole body melt back into the bed while still relishing from the peak of pleasure.
While Jisung recovers, Minho attempts to rid himself of his boxers. The action feels like it takes a mountain of strength, and when the clothing finally hits the floor, he hurries to catch himself on his hands, his head hanging down as a strained huff escapes him.
“Shit.” He mumbles under his breath, gritting his teeth as a painful cramp hits him. His pheromones bleed pain and his scent shifts to something bitter which causes Jisung to shuffle on the bed.
“Alpha,” He whines, struck with guilt. Tenderly, he brings his hands to Minho’s chin to tilt his head upwards, and his pout only deepens when he takes in the sight of the alpha’s pinched eyebrows and the clench of his jaw. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
Despite the surge of pain he’s experiencing Minho still attempts to soothe the omega, his alpha disturbed when he senses the regret in Jisung’s pheromones.
“Not your fault.” He manages to choke out, and when the cramp soon passes after the help of feeling the gentle affection from his omega, he nuzzles his cheek further into Jisung’s palm as his scent returns to something more buttery and pleasant. “You didn’t know, Jisungie.”
Jisung is endeared by the subtle sweet shift of his alpha, and he lightly jostles Minho so he opens his eyes and lets their gazes meet.
“But I’m here now.” Jisung replies, unable to stop his lips from curling up into a smirk.
Minho catches the noticeable air of excitement, and his scent quickly returns to something more lustful as he nods his head, crowding into Jisung’s space as he brings their faces closer to each other.
“Yeah you are.” Is whispered before Minho slots their lips together.
However, just before Jisung allows himself to once again get lost in the alpha, already discerning how Minho’s started to slip back into his rut headspace, a blaring thought halts him.
“Wait- shit.” Jisung mumbles to himself, his gaze fixed on the wall yet unfocused. “I’m not prepared.”
When Jisung averts the kiss Minho attempts to resume he whines pitifully, about to take ahold of Jisung’s shoulders and keep him still only for the omega to shake his head and gently knock his hands away.
“Hang on, Min, I need to check something.”
The alpha’s pheromones easily convey his upset at being denied, and Jisung makes sure to keep his legs pressed tight around each one of Minho’s the best he can as he turns away and reaches towards the nightstand.
As he pulls open the first draw his heart skips a beat when he doesn’t see a very important, very needed, box in its usual place. His hand darts inside, moving things around to see if anything is loose, but he ultimately comes up short.
He’s out of birth control.
“Jisungie.”
The omega’s broken from his thoughts when Minho noses up his neck and his leaking cock presses against his hip.
“Min,” Jisung attempts to begin speaking, though he pauses as Minho turns him back to face him with a firm hand on his far cheek. He frowns as he notices the alpha’s gaze has started to cloud over again. “Alpha, I need to run out for something.”
Minho stares back, blinks, then answers.
“No.” His pupils flash with something undistinguishable, “You’re not leaving.”
Jisung deflates, already knowing he can’t argue with a determined alpha in rut. “Will you at least let me grab my phone?” He then gestures towards the end of the bed where his jeans currently lie. “I need to ask Changbin to-”
At the name of another alpha Minho interrupts Jisung with a disproving growl- his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl.
“Minho,” Jisung pleads, his heart kicking up in his chest. “I-I don’t have any birth control here.”
The alpha’s scent gives the subtlest spike at the omega’s words, though Jisung is a little too stuck in his swirling thoughts to notice.
Minho swallows harshly, “Don’t take-”
“-You could knot my mouth?” Jisung rushes out, having missed what the alpha was trying to say. His fingers trace across the back of Minho’s hand still at his cheek, but when he flicks his eyes back to his boyfriend’s he sees the clear objection.
Minho pushes Jisung onto his back, quick to loom over him as he retracts his hand and instead lets it smooth over the slick skin of his thighs.
“Need to be inside.” He then murmurs, leaning down into Jisung’s neck to suckle against his scent gland, quietly moaning as sickly sweet strawberry and creamy cheesecake fills his mouth.
His desperate behaviour manages to sway the omega who lets out a sigh. Jisung then jerks up at the featherlight touch of Minho’s teeth against his neck, and he hurries to bring the alpha’s head back to look at him.
“Just the tip, Minho.” He says rather sternly, wanting to make sure his boyfriend heard him.
Offering no response, Minho pulls back with a glint in his eyes and sits back on his heels. The omega hardly catches a glimpse of his alpha’s cock as he’s suddenly manhandled onto his hands and knees, just about catching himself from the abrupt movement.
Something thick and heavy then settles at his rim, and Jisung gasps as Minho begins to push forward.
“A-Alpha, that’s enough,” Jisung gasps out. “I-I said just the tip.”
Minho replies with a low growl, clenching his teeth as he watches himself disappear into the tight heat of his omega.
“Feels so good, Omega.” He grits out as rich hazelnut clouds the air, “Alpha can go a little more, right?” Minho shallowly rocks his hips as he speaks, grinning to himself as he brings his hands to the plush skin of Jisung’s ass and spreads them apart to see his hole stretched around him.
Just as the omega plans to say no, his tongue already lifting to the roof of his mouth to form the syllable, his jaw drops in a silent moan as Minho continues moving.
It’s when he can tell that Minho’s cock is almost halfway inside that he draws in a ragged gasp and shakily lifts a hand up to try and bring it behind him and onto the alpha’s thigh.
“A-Alpha, please, no more.” He begs, tears beginning to spring to his eyes at the intrusion.
The whiny pleading is ignored and Minho lowers himself so he can nuzzle against the omega’s neck, coaxing more of his sugary scent that pleases his alpha deeply. He doesn’t give Jisung a chance to speak again as he suddenly reaches around his hip to take his neglected cock into his fist, and the full body jolt he elicits only serves to push his cock even further into the omega.
The heat emitting from the alpha is unbearable, and beads of sweat begin to appear on Jisung’s body and trickle down his golden skin. His chest feels tight as he tries to breathe, yet every inhale he takes fills his nose with his alpha’s intoxicating scent.
“F-Fuck, you’re so deep.” Jisung awes, unable to think of anything except how much Minho’s filling him as his body subconsciously pushes backwards to chase the feeling.
Minho’s alpha preens, and he takes his hand from Jisung’s length to instead rest over his lower stomach. He rocks his hips forward whilst simultaneously pressing against the bulge, and his pheromones carry his satisfaction from drawing out a soft moan from his boyfriend.
He drives his hips forward even further and groans at how easily Jisung sucks him in- how his cock stretches his little belly even further.
“Feel so good when you’re filled up,” He speaks aloud, keeping his head tucked into the omega’s neck as pleasure courses through his whole body. “Wanna keep you filled up all the time.”
The fog in Jisung’s mind momentarily clears. “H-Huh?”
The alpha, however, doesn’t stop his train of thought from the route it’s now taken.
“Would look so fucking good pregnant,” Minho continues, his voice low and rough as the words vibrate against Jisung’s skin. “All pretty and swollen with my pups.”
Jisung’s heart skips a beat, wondering if Minho will truly let go and give into his instincts. But, the second he attempts to speak, the alpha withdraws just enough before forcefully fucking his hips forward.
A sharp cry rings out into the room, yet Minho only uses it as a driving force to repeat the rough action over and over again.
“My omega wants that, right?” He asks over the snap of his hips. Lifting his upper body, Minho repositions his hands at each side of Jisung’s waist, forcing the omega backwards as he moves forwards whilst his eyes remain trained on the darkening pink marks forming on the omega’s bouncing ass. “Wants everyone to know that his alpha fucked him so good he knocked him up?”
Jisung’s eyes are squeezed shut, his chest now pressed to the bed after his arms had failed him and now lie uselessly in front of him while his knuckles are turning white from where he’s fisting the sheet to ground himself.
Anytime he attempts to speak nothing leaves him except choked moans and unintelligible weak pleas that are drowned out by the noise of skin slapping and the rumbles of the alpha’s chest.
Still, he’s worried enough to keep his mind focused, and he keeps on trying to find his voice before finally he summons the strength to cry out coherently.
“N-No,” The word burns in his throat, yet he pushes past the strain as his next words tumble out even louder, “P-Please, we can’t-”
He’s cut off with his own gasp at the powerful rumble that can almost be felt against his back. But, that’s not all that unnerved the omega.
Minho immediately stills his hips and falls backwards to be sat on his haunches, taking the omega with him. Mercilessly, he brings Jisung’s back against his chest and forces Jisung’s head onto his shoulder with his forearm pressed to his neck.
Jisung’s blood runs cold when he detects the spike of adrenaline in the alpha’s pheromones, one he knows is typically present when Minho is excited at the thought that someone is defying or opposing him.
“Why-” Jisung swallows hard, noticing how it’s slightly restricted from how tight Minho’s arm is against him. “W-Why did you stop?”
“You don’t want it?” Minho’s voice is low and almost mocking, and the cruelty shoots straight to Jisung’s lower stomach, still slightly bulging from the alpha’s cock. “My omega doesn’t want his alpha’s pups, hmm?”
Bumping the underside of Jisung’s jaw with his nose, Minho lets out a slow, calculated exhale that stirs fear in the omega.
“My omega doesn’t want to be filled?” He continues while tsking softly, simultaneously producing a cloud of sharp, smoky hazelnut. “Alpha isn’t good enough for his omega?”
It’s too much to endure, and Jisung knows he’s losing the ability to think clearly.
He’s being slightly deprived of oxygen, and any breath he does manage to take in is purely the alpha’s potent scent. The soft spoken deprecating words disorientate his brain, and he’s unable to realise that the dejection now detectable in Minho’s pheromones is being manipulated by the alpha himself.
The silence stretches on for too long, and Jisung only comes back into his body when he feels Minho begin to lift him off of his cock.
He panics, darting his hands out to Minho’s thighs as he digs his nails into the skin desperately.
“No! I-I do, Alpha. Please, I want that, d-don’t stop.” He babbles, the strawberry cheesecake rapidly growing sour in the air.
Minho’s smirk is felt against his jaw, and he releases his arm from around the omega’s neck and replaces it with his hand, letting his fingers tease along the warm skin.
“Say it.” He commands, bringing his other hand to the omega’s cock, though the contact is just as featherlight and causes Jisung to hiccup on a breath as he pushes back in ever so slightly before pulling out. “Be a good omega and say you want my pups.”
Jisung instantly caves, trying to fight against Minho’s control to keep himself full.
“W-Want it.”
“Want what?” Minho growls, briefly squeezing Jisung’s cock in his fist almost cruelly.
“Want A-Alpha’s pups.” Jisung heavily exhales, and is thankfully rewarded by Minho taking a hold of his waist as he concurrently bucks up his hips to bury himself to the hilt.
“That’s my omega,” The alpha praises, groaning at how easily Jisung’s taking him. “I’ll give you my fucking pups.”
An abrupt yelp sounds as Jisung is suddenly lifted upwards and gracelessly tossed towards the headboard. He’s only just started to turn back to try and look at Minho when the alpha completes the action for him by grabbing his shoulders to force him onto his back.
Minho’s hands are determined as he moves them to the underside of Jisung’s thighs to push them up and towards his chest before splitting them to be met with the omega’s puckering and glistening hole.
He keeps one hand pressing down on Jisung whilst his other moves to grab a hold of his cock for positioning, when he’s halted by Jisung’s rush of panic as he braces his palm on the alpha’s heated chest.
“W-Wait, but you’ll pull out, right?” The omega pleads with his eyes, desperately clinging to sanity enough to think logically about how careless the alpha is being.
Minho’s lips curl up into a dangerous smirk, and he sinks his nails into the plush skin until Jisung is whimpering while blinking his teary eyes up at him.
“Ah, my omega doesn’t really want Alpha to pull out though, right?”
Jisung stammers in response, but the moment he finds his voice to say ‘No’ Minho suddenly slams forward, burying himself to the hilt, and renders Jisung unable to think of anything except how good it feels to be full again.
The alpha’s pace is unforgiving as he fucks into the omega hard, every thrust reaching as deep as it can go to constantly abuse Jisung’s most sensitive spot. His scent is overwhelmingly strong, almost able to be tasted in the air as the omega’s mouth is stuck open as pitiful sobs of pleasure spill out.
Minho’s knot beginning to swell causes his thrusts to stagnate, yet the alpha continues to force it inside, stretching his boyfriend even further.
Hazelnut and lust tainted pheromones are everywhere and Jisung is completely defenseless against it. He can’t speak, too dizzy from the scent of smoky hazelnut and how he feels electricity coursing through his veins at how he’s being brought closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure for a second time.
Minho lowers himself to his forearms, pushing past the exertion as he chases his own release. His entire body is burning- blood roaring in his ears, and he grits his teeth as a low growl escapes him. He buries his head into Jisung’s neck, fixing his mouth over the omega’s pulse point, and groans as Jisung throws his arms around Minho’s upper half to hold him even closer.
Jisung moans unabashedly as he violently spills between their bodies, the cry tapering off into a choked sob as Minho abruptly stills his hips, coming deep inside his omega as his knot locks the two together.
Almost all his might disappears, and the alpha lets his body melt into the omega while attempting to keep enough strength in his forearms so he doesn’t trap Jisung entirely under his body weight, and he buries his face into the omega’s neck to smother himself in saccharine strawberry cheesecake.
It doesn’t take long before Minho is purring- a low, content rumbling that vibrates right against Jisung’s still racing pulse. A tired smile almost instantly settles on Jisung’s lips, and he raises a weary arm to let his hand settle into the alpha’s soft blonde hair as he lets his eyes fall closed.
Both of their chests are heaving, constantly pushing together from their deep, laboured breaths as they bask in bliss. Every inhale helps to relax them further- the smoky hazelnut slowly but surely settles into something warmer and more buttery, while strawberry cheesecake loses the sharp, zesty edge to instead exude creaminess and cosiness.
The haze slowly clears from Minho’s mind, and it’s almost like a switch has suddenly been flicked as he jumps into soothing his omega. He presses deep kisses to every inch of Jisung’s tear stained cheeks, letting his mouth linger in an attempt to communicate gentle praises and loving whispers since spoken words are still a struggle to articulate.
With his focus now shifted he comes back into his body more and more, and brings his palm down to caress Jisung’s thighs from where he’d been previously pinning them in place. A small whimper leaves the omega at the contact, and Minho hurries to pump out a burst of comforting pheromones to assist with masking the pain.
Watching Jisung’s expression closely, Minho continues to pet over his boyfriend’s body, often unable to stop his eyes from flicking to the mess on the omega’s stomach as well as the slight bulge of the alpha’s cock underneath it.
The gentle touches and continuous purring helps Jisung to eventually regain control of his limbs, and his omega swiftly shifts his attention into trying to move so he can take care of Minho now the first wave of the alpha’s rut seems to have broken.
Minho’s eyes move back to Jisung’s when he feels a rather weak squeeze to his arm. No words are exchanged, yet the smile they direct at each other says everything and more. And, despite how both of their initial plans had been to move and tend to the other, the shared glance prompts the alpha to slowly roll onto his back and carefully settle Jisung onto his chest for the two to drift back into a light sleep.
Soon after his knot has deflated Minho lifts Jisung up to let his softened cock slip out of him. He instantly apologises for slightly jostling him, and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, his cheek, his nose, and his temple before mumbling that he’ll hurry to the bathroom to retrieve something to clean them both up.
Any kind of attempt for the omega to argue that he’ll be the one to get it is completely shut down by Minho already being halfway out of the room before the omega can even speak, and so Jisung’s partially raised hand drops back to the bed as he then leans over towards the nightstand to grab the water and protein bars for the two of them.
Returning back to the bedroom, Minho refuses to let the omega lay a hand on him or even convince him to take a sip of water until he has tenderly passed the washcloth over Jisung’s body. Afterwards, he still refuses to let Jisung fuss over him until he’s finished at least half of both of his water and snack, before the alpha finally sits still and relaxes into Jisung’s gentle touch.
It’s when he notices that Jisung has stopped moving, staring blankly at a spot on the bed with his almost empty water bottle absentmindedly held at chest height, that Minho gently takes it from him, and reaches forward to cup the omega’s cheek and turn his face towards him.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks with a small frown, his voice still a little hoarse from disuse.
Jisung sighs and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously nibbling on it until Minho lightly hums and slips his hand further into his hair to cradle the back of his head.
“D-Did I hurt you?” In a small voice Minho then asks, his eyebrows drawn together and lips pulled back in a wince.
“No, Min. No you didn’t.” Jisung promptly replies, firmly shaking his head. He notices a trace of guilt has leaked into the alpha’s pheromones, and tries to counteract Minho’s worries by filling the air with fresh strawberries as he lifts his hand to curl his fingers around Minho’s wrist. “It’s just…”
A little reluctant to speak, Jisung trails off and averts his eyes with another audible sigh, only reconnecting their gaze when Minho ducks his head down to try and look at him.
“Well…I still need Changbin to pick up my birth control. We can’t-.” Jisung briefly pauses. “We need to be careful.”
The alpha’s disappointment is plain to see- both his shoulders and face distinctly falling at the words.
“Baby, you know why we can’t.” Jisung pouts, letting his grip tighten a little more whilst he pushes his cheek further into Minho’s palm. “Management would never allow it, I-I could ruin everything for our pack and, Min, when has there ever been an active idol who had a pup?”
Hearing the subtle fearful edge to Jisung’s voice Minho instantly pulls back his bitter scent, and turns back to the omega with a firm nod.
“You’re right,” He answers, repositioning his hand so it slips further back to lightly massage the omega’s scalp. “I’m sorry I got carried away.”
However, as he finishes speaking, Jisung detects something is once again shifting in both the alpha’s scent and pheromones. As Minho’s eyes seem to unfocus while looking at him, Jisung withdraws his hand and places two fingers underneath his boyfriend’s chin.
“What?” He prods, subconsciously tilting his head to the side as his eyebrows draw together in confusion.
“I wasn’t lying about what I said before.” Minho replies. The words linger in the air for a moment before his lips curl up into a light smirk and he continues through a heavy exhale, “You’d look so fucking hot pregnant.”
A little flustered, Jisung’s lips part around a surprised huff.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Minho chuckles, dropping his hands to Jisung’s waist so he can pull the omega upwards to straddle his lap.
Smoky hazelnut once again spikes in the air, causing Jisung to inhale deeply to draw in as much of it as he can.
However, just as Minho’s hands smooth down to rest on his ass, Jisung squeaks and places both palms on the alpha’s warming chest.
“H-Hang on.”
Minho’s grip slackens just enough for Jisung to lean off of the side of the bed, and he races through sending a text to Changbin- hoping that despite the missing words and jumbled letters that the other alpha will be able to decipher his request- before he lets his phone gracelessly drop to the floor and hauls himself back up to be face to face with the alpha.
Indulgingly sweet strawberry cheesecake swirls deliciously with woody hazelnut, and Jisung grins as he wiggles his hips and feels Minho’s hardening length slip between his cheeks.
“It looks like we’ll have some time before the boxes should be getting dropped off.” The omega bites his lip to stop his smile from growing any wider, and wraps his arms around Minho’s shoulder to bring them even closer together. “You wanna try and pup me, Alpha?”
From the teasing tone, Minho’s eyes flash with sheer determination. And just like that, an insurmountable wave of strength miraculously returns to both of their bodies.