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It’s almost autumn outside. The leaves are losing their green and Minseok drinks his tea slowly as he watches the different shades spread out in front of him. There’s an endless carpet of oak trees that reach for the horizon, beautiful and serene.
That’s usually what it looks like, Minseok knows. Serene. Quiet. As if there’s nothing wrong with the world and it’s paradise as far as the eye can see.
He knows better.
When he was young he lived in the decaying structures of a nearby city. His mother and he had to move regularly, chasing after scraps of food and avoiding the ever present fear of something collapsing on top of them.
The longest time they ever stayed in one place was when Minseok was 19 and they found an old hotel that still had most of its upper floors intact. They lived comfortably - or at least as comfortable as one can in a post apocalyptic world - and for the first time in a while just lived. It was nice and he still thinks back regularly to the sight of his mother sleeping soundly in a queen sized bed. She’d chosen the bridal suite, whatever that means, and it had amused her. Minseok doesn’t really know why that was so funny to her, but he’d been happy to see her smile.
He was born after their world had already started dying. One of only 200 births that year. The population had already started dropping significantly by then and with every passing year the birth rate dropped further, influenced by chemicals and bombs and an entire population suffering. These days 200 births sound like a small miracle. They’re about halfway through the year and he’s only heard of about 10. Not that he hears much in his little cocoon, but it is definitely a subject that gets brought up a lot.
He’s stuck, Minseok. Stuck in a pleasant, well lit room with books and games and everything he desires.
He’s stuck because when he was a baby and the world had started dying at a startling rate, he’d been given a locator. Something to find him once he presented.
And there, in their bridal suite and his mother’s queen sized bed, he had turned 20 years old and for the first time felt the sensation of heat between his legs.
His mother had held him, begging softly for him to be a beta. Just be a beta, Minseok, and you’ll be fine. Even an alpha is okay, because you’ll just have to visit one of the local facilities to test for fertility and will likely be left alone when you’re no longer of any use. Beta or alpha, both are okay. Except…
Minseok presented as an omega.
When the slick ran down his legs and his mother pressed her face into his neck, sobbing quietly, he knew things would never be the same.
Indeed, the very next morning the military arrived in front of their temporary home and took him away. As he sat there in one of their vans, sick from the heat and calling for his mother, the very people who abducted him protected him with guns like he was royalty. It was only once he was locked away in his room at the breeding facility that he realized he was even better than royalty. He was the first person to present as an omega in well over a decade.
The world was dying and he was a small kindling of hope.
He never saw his mother again.
The first few days at the facility are still a haze to him. All he remembers is heat, pain, and the welcome embrace of his first alpha. Since then he’s had many.
He fought, at first. He fought the idea of being nothing but a brood mare. He fought the people that entered his room and, when he wasn’t in heat, the alphas that held him down to fuck him. He fought and clawed and begged someone, anyone, to take his pain away. But no one came.
The survival of the human race was more important than poor little Minseok.
Over the three years he’s been there he’s learned to accept things. He isn’t getting out and he isn’t going to be left alone, so he has molded his life into something bearable. Though his room is a revolving door of different alphas, all trying to get the fertile, healthy omega pregnant - yet failing - he tries to think of them as temporary.
Just a blip in his day to day life of reading and writing and finding out new things.
So, yeah, as strange as it is, he’s gotten used to it, the slog of being introduced to yet another alpha - each one older and less attractive than the last because the facility keeps getting more and more desperate - and having to lie there as they rut into him.
Sometimes he enjoys it, but most of the time he doesn’t. They stay for a couple of days and fuck him, promising him a child in hushed whispers while doctors watch on with ever dwindling hope. Inevitably the sperm doesn’t catch and they’re sent packing.
That’s how it always goes. They take some blood from Minseok, triple check that he’s still fertile, and then it’s on to the next when they find an alpha who hasn’t been through the trials yet. At this point they don’t even bother to run the litany of tests on the alphas to figure out if they’re fertile or not, because it always comes back the same - inconclusive - and so they just let them mount him. Just in case.
He’s twenty two now and it’s year three in his little prison. He’s yet to be with child.
The longer it goes on the fewer alphas they have to try, so he has more time for himself. He just stays there, trying new hobbies and sampling food and watching time go by outside his window.
He finishes his tea. It’s one of his new favourites and has been transported there especially for him. In a world that’s crumbling and uninhabitable for the average person, he lives like a prince.
They need him to be as healthy and happy as possible, of course. He is the youngest and by extension the healthiest living omega known to man and if he can’t deliver a child then all hope is lost.
There are beeps outside his door and one of his carers waltzes in. He’s known her the longest, though she’s never told him her name. He calls her A in his head, because she was the first.
“Still fertile!” she chirps as she walks up to him.
They check every week now and every single time Minseok thinks about what he hopes the answer to be. If he’s still fertile he’s stuck here in this gilded cage, but at least he’s alive. If he’s not he might get discarded and left for dead. He’d be able to search for his mother, though…
“That’s good,” he says, handing her his empty cup. It’ll be time for lunch soon and she looks like she’s getting ready to make him something.
He hears the steady drone of voices in her headset, though, and watches as she pauses mid movement.
“Oh,” she says. Her entire body goes tense.
Fuck, Minseok thinks. That’s definitely a new alpha.
It has been a month since the last one and he’s gotten used to the peace. Hell, he’s even taken up painting and isn’t doing half bad.
“Alpha?” he asks. The carer nods and swiftly turns around.
“Stay here.”
Minseok sighs and watches as she leaves the room, probably not even aware that she’s still holding his empty cup. Well, she can bring it back later.
“It’s not like I’m going anywhere!” he yells after her, but the door slams shut and the locks spring back into place before he’s even finished the sentence.
By the time he hears noise outside his door he’s already changed into more comfortable clothes. Thin pyjama pants, easily pushed down or removed entirely, and a shirt that he doesn’t mind tearing. He’d considered opening himself up, but these days it’s better if the alpha helps him so he can get used to the other man and maybe even aroused at how he’s being touched. With the fact that most of the more recent alphas have not exactly been Minseok’s type, he needs all the help he can get to start seeing them as his alpha and not some random guy old enough to be his dad.
Maybe this one will be handsome.
He’s pretty relaxed, all things considered, but that changes when the noises turn loud. Footsteps, of a bunch of people, thunder up the hallway to his little room. There are voices, yelling so loudly he can hear them even through the thick, steel door. There’s also the low, vicious growling of what sounds like an animal. Minseok feels a shiver run down his back. He backs up and pushes himself up against the wall, away from the racket outside his door.
Someone opens said door and one of his other carers rushes inside. He looks around until his eyes land on Minseok. His brow is lined with sweat and his eyes are harried.
“Get ready,” he says. “This one’s wild.”
Get ready? How is he supposed to get ready when he can see a bunch of personnel, military included, already outside his door?
He just stays rooted in place, nervously keeping an eye on the door.
When the door opens again, shit - as they used to say - hits the fan.
There’s a bunch of military personnel outside his door, some brandishing guns and the others holding onto heavy duty chains. They yell and give orders and pull along the tall, broad body of who Minseok presumes is the alpha.
The man growls dangerously and struggles so violently that several soldiers get flung into the wall. More join to take their place, pulling the chains roughly and putting pressure on the collar the alpha is wearing until he can barely breathe.
Minseok watches with big eyes as long, unkempt hair flies everywhere and the alpha snarls at people through his thick beard and the crushing weight of the collar around his throat. His teeth are bared, like he means to kill.
Oh. This is what they meant when they said wild.
He’s heard about them, these wild men who live in the woods or down by the mountains. They’ve often been cast aside by family, left to die because in their world of very little they were just one more mouth that could not be fed. With the man’s hulking presence, he understands why feeding him might have been a struggle.
He doesn’t just look wild, though, he looks frantic. His eyes are bloodshot and Minseok can smell the fever on him even from that far away. In fact, when he glances down at what used to be sweatpants and are now only shreds of cloth he can tell that even with all this ruckus and several people holding him in a collar and chains this man has an erection.
Fuck, Minseok realizes. This alpha is in rut.
No wonder he’s so aggressive. No wonder he seems so out of control. This kind of behaviour is a lot even for someone who’s lived hidden away for most of his life. It’s because the animal side of him has taken over.
It suddenly makes perfect sense why they rushed this alpha here without even forcing him to take a shower or get a check up. With the dwindling population and the problems with fertility, ruts have become few and far between, so coming across an alpha actually going through one is a rarity that these people have to exploit.
Minseok’s eyes go wide. He might actually knock me up.
He’s never dealt with an alpha in rut before and he knows they can be savage. Gone are the inhibitions and the care. Gone is the ability to reason. It’s all just one, primal urge to breed.
Exactly what these people need.
“Wait,” Minseok speaks up weakly as more people enter his room, pulling the alpha along with them.
“I’m not ready,” he tries, but no one hears him. If they even care.
“Hold him!” one of the soldiers yells as the alpha almost breaks free. Guns get aimed at the man’s head, but eventually they manage to get him back under control. One of the soldiers is holding a broken nose, but that doesn’t seem too bad.
“Please,” Minseok begs. “He’s going to kill me.”
Getting fucked by alphas who aren’t in rut is bad enough. The longer they fuck him the more they lose themselves to their instincts and some are downright mean. Meanwhile this one will start out that way. It makes Minseok tremble and he can’t help but whimper pathetically.
The alpha pauses in his tracks. His head whips to where Minseok is. Fuck, he heard that.
The man zeroes in on Minseok and Minseok cowers a little under his piercing gaze. All movement stops and all he hears is the harsh breathing of the facility personnel that are finally getting a break from trying to restrain this…monster.
Said monster doesn’t move, just produces a confused rumble and tilts his head. As if he’s trying to figure something out. As if he’s trying to figure Minseok out.
This alpha is so far gone that nothing but the animal remains and it’s terrifying.
“Yes,” one of the carers croons. “We found you a nice omega. Isn’t he pretty?”
The strange man’s body trembles, hands clenching and muscles rippling underneath the scraps of clothes he’s still wearing. His chest is bare, broad and well defined, and his shoulders huge. There’s no way Minseok could ever try to fight him.
He’s got the alpha’s full attention, though. It’s his scent, he knows. An omega’s scent is already strong, especially to an alpha, but when they get scared it’s even stronger. An age-old way of getting protection from a strong alpha. Only this time it’s just getting Minseok in trouble.
“He’s all yours,” the carer promises. “Your very own omega to fuck and breed. Just for you.”
The alpha rumbles again, this time sounding pleased. His eyes don’t leave Minseok for even a second and he breathes in heavily, catching Minseok’s scent.
He’s completely distracted.
“Quickly,” he hears one of the other carers hiss. “One by one out of the room.”
“No, wait!” Minseok begs, his voice shaking. “Don’t leave me with him!”
Again no one listens. He watches them leave - carefully and quietly stepping backwards and away from the transfixed alpha - until only the carer and two handlers remain. At this point the alpha is still straining against the chains that hold him in place, instinct telling him to get closer to the omega in front of him but his brain not realizing that the earlier pressure that kept him from moving is mostly gone.
He is more than strong enough to take on the two people still holding him, but he’s too stuck on Minseok to do much of anything and so he just stands there and leans into the two chains that are left.
Then the alpha flinches forward a little and the two handlers immediately pull back, as if they’re not willing to let him go. Minseok flattens himself against the wall, as if there’s anywhere he can go, and desperately hopes they can hold on a little longer.
The carer admonishes them. “What are you doing? Let him go, you idiots. We need them to breed!”
“No!” Minseok yells. “Please!”
The soldiers nod to the carer. One unhooks the chains and the other, gingerly, fear in his every movement, unclasps the collar. They clatter to the floor and the last three people jump through the door. It slams shut.
The alpha stands there, head tilted to the side and nose flaring.
Minseok is alone.
“Don’t you worry, Minseokie,” a voice rings through the intercom. “If you’re in any danger we’ll shoot him!”
The nickname feels hollow and the voice too cheerful. It’s artificial. Fake. He wants to believe that they’d choose him over this rabid dog, as he’s known some of these people for three years now and they’re generally good to him, but he also knows that it’s been almost four years since a child was born in their area and the local government would do anything for a miracle.
Minseok cannot die, but as long as he can carry a child to full term then they won’t really care how they got there.
From the corner of his eye he can see them behind the glass, doctors in their pristinely white lab coats and with pens in hand. Ready to document everything. Ready to watch him get taken. He is a lab rat. A monkey stuck in a cage.
There are so many more people there than normal, though. As if it’s not just that this time. They want to see what this alpha does to him.
He feels tears prick behind his eyelids. He’d actually started considering some of these people his friends. He talks to them every day, asks them about their families, and feels like he matters to them. And yet now they’re behind a window looking at him as if he’s game. Something to amuse them and satisfy their curiosity. What would a wild alpha in rut do to a fertile omega? And, more importantly, can they get a child out of it?
Why, he wants to ask, but he knows why. It’s the very reason why he’s here. Why he’s probably never going to see his mother again.
He is a way to save the world and the world is more important.
He’s startled out of his thoughts when the alpha steps forward and over the chains. They move and clank against the tiled floor.
Minseok tenses, wanting to escape the dark, rabid eyes that take in every inch of him. The alpha stalks closer.
He’s never felt like this before, but he wants to run. Every vein in his body, every single brain cell, screams at him to get away. Don’t let this animal catch you. Flee. Fight. Stop him.
His rational brain knows his flight would just trigger the alpha. It’s a primal incentive, sparked by an omega pretending to get away so their alpha can claim them. Minseok wouldn’t be pretending, though.
“Please,” he whispers one more time, trembling under the absolute panic that is telling his body to move.
A growl and a lunge and then he can’t help himself. He flees.
He scrambles over the bed and turns, terror causing his limbs to propel him forward at breakneck speed. He pushes off the wall and towards the door, barely managing to duck underneath the long arms of the alpha.
“Let me out!” he screams, frantically pulling on the handle. It doesn’t budge.
He turns again, this time catching the bared teeth that could rip his throat out in an instant as the alpha jumps at him. He shrieks and bolts towards the window. Maybe if he throws all of his weight against the reinforced glass. Maybe if it shatters and he throws himself down. Maybe he’ll survive. Just maybe…
He doesn’t reach the window. Instead nails dig into his arm and he is pulled back with a lurch. He braces himself before his entire body is lifted and hurled onto the nearby bed. He lands awkwardly, face pressed into the sheets, and has trouble catching his breath from the way he’s slammed down. Before he has time to think about getting up he’s crushed by a heavy, feverish body.
He stills. Above him he hears the alpha growl in the back of his throat, deep and overwhelming. In fact he can feel it, running through his body as the alpha crowds over him with his entire body. Minseok trembles, feeling the weight and heat of him.
The alpha is big and heavy, arms bracketing Minseok’s much slimmer frame and hips digging into him. The man’s erection, big and impossible to ignore, presses into Minseok’s lower back.
He worries about taking that thing dry, but any thought is wiped from his mind when the alpha presses his face into Minseok’s neck and just…breathes. The omega holds himself so incredibly still that his body starts to hurt. His muscles are tense and he doesn’t dare to breathe as the strange alpha sniffles into his skin and breathes in his scent.
Minseok has been under plenty of alphas before, some bigger and most smaller than the one on top of him now, but they’ve never felt quite this…animalistic. They’d always started out in control and even when their instincts had taken over he’d been able to kind of communicate with them. This particular alpha only communicates with rumbles and growls.
Like the weird, rumbling sound he makes as his tongue darts out to taste Minseok’s skin. He seems pleased and Minseok hisses as the man latches onto his neck, sucking crimson bruises into it like patchwork.
Teeth scrape, but they don’t bite. The alpha just lavishes attention there, claiming Minseok in a different way and soothing the ache with his lips and tongue afterwards.
It’s a little overwhelming, that much attention. Especially with the way all of his body is covered and the alpha’s scent sinks into Minseok’s skin. It’s heavy and it’s hot and the omega inside of him likes it.
Stop it, he tells it. Stop encouraging the beast.
Yes, the alpha smells good, but that’s also just his omega instincts talking. The man clearly hasn’t bathed in months, so how good can he really smell? Minseok hates his dumb, omega self.
“Omega,” the alpha rumbles. It’s the first word he’s spoken and his voice is so rough that Minseok can barely understand it.
He doesn’t respond.
He knows the alpha wants him to acknowledge his alpha, but if he doesn’t say anything then maybe he’ll get bored. Of course he won’t get bored.
In fact, the alpha moves on to the other side of Minseok’s neck, drenching it in love bites and heat. It’s causing Minseok to tremble, because it’s surprisingly gentle considering the power he knows this alpha possesses.
The alpha just makes another pleased sound and bites down on the skin that bridges Minseok’s neck and shoulder. Minseok twitches, then sags back onto the bed again. The alpha lets go and chuckles, almost as if he’s amused. It’s a surprisingly human thing and Minseok wasn’t aware rabid alphas could sound so incredibly normal.
He startles out of his thoughts when the alpha suddenly pushes his shirt up and wrenches it aside, shredding the thing in the process. It’s good he chose a disposable one, because there’s no saving it now.
Cool air hits Minseok’s back, completely bare, but it heats up quickly when the alpha starts licking his way down, sucking and biting wherever he pleases. It’s a lot and Minseok clutches the sheets in his hands to stop himself from moving.
It feels good, though, and the alpha smells good, and somewhere deep inside he even knows he likes how the alpha sounds, all guttural and big and lost in his rut. He’s so large, too, all broad shoulders and heavy chest. Even his cock, hot and occasionally rocking into the small of Minseok’s back, feels impressive. It feels good.
Damned biology, he curses.
The reasonable side of him, the side that has tea in the morning and reads books on chess when he’s especially bored, wants to fight all this. But the reasonable side inevitably loses, because there is no fighting an alpha like this and his instincts like the thought.
The alpha sits up a little and some of the weight is removed. Again Minseok thinks of struggling, but before he can an arm is bent behind his back and strong fingers simply hold it there. It doesn’t hurt, but he knows it could. So he stays.
The alpha leans down, hot mouth dancing over his skin and down the swell of his ass. The man’s other hand pushes at Minseok’s pants and then he gasps when a curious tongue slips even further and tastes his rim.
Oh no, he realizes. I’m wet.
Minseok doesn’t always develop slick with his alphas - especially lately with how ugly they’ve gotten - but his body has responded almost instantly to the way this one is dominating him. He feels it start to run down onto the sheets, thick and so obviously there that even the people behind the glass might be able to tell.
It’s so embarrassing, but at the same time he’s secretly glad. It’ll hurt less if he’s soaked.
He can’t help but gasp when the alpha laps at his hole, chasing the feel and taste of his slick. He can already feel his hole start to relax, ready to take not just the invading tongue but a whole lot more.
He’s certainly easy for this one. He hates himself.
When the alpha stops licking and nosing into the slick between Minseok’s legs he lets go of the omega’s arm and returns to on top of him.
“Omega,” the other man mumbles next to Minseok’s ear and this time it almost sounds like praise. Like the alpha is pleased at the way Minseok’s body is reacting to him.
Minseok just breathes, brain getting a little foggy with the way the alpha’s musk is getting heavier and heavier. Arousal, he realizes. Where first the alpha was just in rut, now Minseok’s body is making him want.
Indeed, the cock that’s been so insistently pushing down on Minseok’s spine is slowly pressing lower. It stops against the cleft of his ass.
“No, no, no,” he pleads. “Stop! Please!”
Even with the slick it’s going to be a lot, but the alpha doesn’t listen. The man starts to push, the large head of a fully erect cock seeking entrance. Minseok gasps and squirms, but it does nothing and so he whimpers pathetically and simply spreads his legs. The alpha groans at the sight.
I’m not submitting, Minseok wants to tell him, I’m just making sure it’ll go in easier.
But…he is submitting. He lets the cock slowly sink into his soaked hole, rim trembling but able to take it. It’s a shocking feeling, because it’s too big and too soon, but his body simply accommodates. It’s tight and Minseok should hate it and yet…
“Fuck,” he swears, feeling himself be breached and the way that sparks something in the pit of his stomach.
It’s animalistic, the way the alpha on top of him just pushes into him without a care for the flinching, struggling man underneath, but so is the fact that Minseok’s omega likes it. It’s purring at the inside of his skull, ever louder the deeper the alpha’s cock goes.
Minseok moans, unable to stop himself, and it’s that one solitary sound that causes the alpha to growl and force his cock the rest of the way inside in one, vicious thrust. As if he’s been waiting for it.
It’s a lot and it hurts, so Minseok shrieks, body once again thrashing and fingers trying to scratch at nothing.
“Ah!” he cries, shaking underneath the sudden pressure and the way the alpha’s cock is so fucking deep.
“Stop!”
There is no stopping now, though, and the man on top of him leans forward and angles the cock even deeper, causing Minseok to whine. Automatically he spreads his legs even further, hitching up his knees as best he can underneath the alpha’s oppressive bulk. The cock is too much to take and yet the tension of his rim, the feeling of being incredibly full, is doing things to his brain.
When the alpha’s teeth grab hold of the back of Minseok’s neck he stills, all fight leaving him. The alpha isn’t claiming him, per se, and the teeth don’t hurt, but they’re holding him in place. They’re a primal sign to Minseok to just stay there and let this alpha dominate him.
So he does.
He just stutters out high, whiny breaths when the alpha starts to move inside of him. It’s hesitant at first, but soon ramps up. Minseok’s hole is drenched now and even though taking the cock still burns, it’s slowly starting to go smoother.
My body truly is meant for this, he thinks, haze starting to cloud his eyes and a sweet, pleasurable flame spreading throughout his body from where the cock punches into him.
This is how it’s supposed to go. Not like the awkward, uncomfortable fumbles with those other alphas. Not the way they had to work hard to give him pleasure and inevitably failed. He hasn’t even touched his own cock and yet he knows he’s going to come like this. It’s frustrating and magical all in one.
The alpha rumbles into his nape, teeth holding strong as hips start snapping faster. Minseok bites into the sheets below him, but it can’t stop the whimpers from breaking free. His omega brain is basking in the feel of being taken and it’s starting to feel so incredibly good.
The alpha pauses for just a second and Minseok gasps in a breath. His rim trembles around the heavy cock and everything burns, but it’s nothing compared to the next thrust.
The alpha bites down harder, though still not breaking skin, and pulls back his hips. The cock almost slips out and Minseok complains, his own hips trying to follow and keep himself full. It doesn’t slip out, though, just rests there with just the tip still inside of him. The alpha makes an amused little sound and then, with a thunderous slap, fucks back into him.
Minseok cries out, tilting his hips upwards to take the force better. The alpha growls, sound reverberating through every inch of the omega, and then fully gives in to his urges.
It’s wild and too much, the way the other man fucks into Minseok now. It’s all heat and snapping hips, loud, lewd sounds of flesh on flesh and a cock dragging through slick floating through the room. Minseok vaguely hears it, but for the most part he just moans pathetically into the bed beneath him.
He’s being fucked so hard that his hips are being pushed upwards and the only reason he’s not sliding up the bed is that the alpha has Minseok’s upper body pressed down so firmly that there is simply no way of moving.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he pants, matching the rhythm of the delicious thrusts. It’s inescapable and the pleasure pools in the pit of his stomach and twists around his cock. It’s so good. This alpha is so good.
“Alpha,” he whines.
His own cock is hard and dripping. With the way the alpha has pushed him off the bed a little he can feel it dangle there between his legs for everyone to see. Yet another sign that Minseok likes this.
You shouldn’t, the last remnants of his rational brain supplies, but rationality is useless right now.
Instead his need to have more locks those thoughts away. They’re not needed, because Minseok feels good and full and wanted. It’s still not enough.
The alpha seems to agree because he finally releases Minseok’s neck and claws at the omega’s hips. Minseok is pulled up and onto his hands and knees, body pliant and going willingly.
His arms shake as he holds himself there, but as he looks back over his shoulder all he can feel is awe and pleasure.
The alpha has sat up and is tall behind him. Sweat drips down a broad chest and teeth gleam in the artificial light of Minseok’s little room. He is big and gorgeous and Minseok thinks he must be handsome underneath that bushy beard.
A good mate, his omega brain supplies. A strong mate. One that will give you good offspr-
He moans, interrupting the thought. He can’t let himself feel that way. He can’t… He has to… He…
The omega in him whines, loud and shrill, and he can’t stop watching the way the man behind him is fucking into him. He’s so hot and so strong and Minseok feels so tiny underneath him.
He watches the feral expression in the alpha’s eyes as he grabs Minseok’s hips with a vicious, bruising strength and continues ravaging him.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, eyes flittering closed for just a second, as the new angle hits even deeper.
The other man is so strong that Minseok knows it should hurt, but instead the idea of the alpha leaving his mark on Minseok - inside of Minseok - swims at the back of his mind and makes him rejoice.
“More,” he pleads.
The alpha growls from deep within his chest and Minseok thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard.
The alpha isn’t gentle anymore and he feels outright dangerous, but it’s what Minseok needs.
His entire body rocks with the thrusts, so deep and so heavy that he has to brace himself. He meets them, though, hips snapping back to take and take and take. He needs this alpha’s cock so desperately, because there’s a delicious pleasure running through every inch of him. Around his cock, which is leaking, in the pit of his stomach, and in his hole, which is being ravaged. Even the tingle at the back of his neck where teeth had held him makes Minseok’s entire body sing. It’s spreading everywhere and he wants more, more, more.
He glances to the side and for the first time in a while notices the crowd of people there, some writing furiously but most just watching. Watching them. Watching him thrust his hips back to meet this stranger’s cock. He should feel shame, but yet he feels elation at them seeing.
It makes his omega proud, the thought that these people are seeing how much pleasure this alpha is taking from him. There’s also a possessiveness to it, a wish for everyone to see that the alpha chose him and no one else. This is his alpha. They can’t have him, because he is Minseok’s and he’s going to keep him. He’s going to keep this alpha and his cock so he can fuck babies deep into Minseok’s womb and he moans because he’s never felt this way before and can’t stop the thoughts from forming.
He wants to be big with this man’s c-
“Please,” he babbles. “Please, alpha.”
The alpha responds by wrapping one big arm around his chest and pulling him back. They’re now flush up against each other, Minseok’s back arching as far as it can go. He sobs, brokenly, as the cock buries deep inside of him again and again.
He throws his head back onto the alpha’s shoulder and moans pathetically, stuttered pleas for more and praise for how good it feels tumbling from his lips.
“So good,” he whines. “Alpha, so good.”
He knows what he wants. He wants this man to come deep inside of him and lock it up with his knot. He wants the seed to seep into every part of him and take hold. He’s never truly wanted children and yet now all his brain can think about is growing large with what this man has given him.
“Breed me,” he begs. It’s pathetic and animalistic and he just can’t help himself.
The alpha groans and growls, the sound accompanying the wicked punches of a cock slamming into Minseok’s hole. It’s smooth and slick now, nothing but a body fully accepting what it was made to.
Minseok is ready to receive it all.
And so, with a final, mighty howl, the alpha thrusts into him one more time and comes.
Minseok dangles pathetically in the man’s arms, completely limp, but he can feel it. He can feel the way the alpha’s cum soaks him on the inside. He trembles and whines, so pleased. He made the alpha come and he’s going to grow heavy with his child. He knows it.
The alpha keeps rocking forward, the motion of it and the way his cock slowly grows larger - the knot, Minseok thinks feverishly, he’s going to knot me - hitting Minseok just right. Like a good little omega he comes soon after, watching with glazed eyes as his own cock soils the bed below.
The way he clenches spurs the alpha’s knot on even more and he feels the way it’s making his rim stretch. The alpha is still deep inside of him and there’s no way he’s slipping out, so Minseok relaxes and just revels in the sweet ache of an alpha knotting him.
He inhales desperately, trying to catch his breath as behind him the alpha keeps grinding his knot into him. It feels good and it clearly feels even better to the alpha, because he’s making pleased little sounds and presses his face into Minseok’s neck.
He hasn’t bitten me, something inside of Minseok complains, but now that both of them have come his brain is starting to get a bit clearer.
Maybe he’ll do that for round two, the rational side of him supplies. Minseok tries to ignore the thrill at the thought.
He shouldn’t want some strange alpha to try and claim him. Plenty have tried and usually Minseok just doesn’t reciprocate, leaving the alpha frustrated and rough with him. He kind of knows he’d accept this one, though, and then he’d be mated to him for life.
What if this man is not fertile and now the healthiest omega known to man is bound to someone who can’t give him children? Should he feel responsible for that?
Somehow he knows that that’s not true, though. Somewhere deep down he’s sure that the seed deep inside his womb is going to take.
Fuck, he thinks. I never even wanted children.
The alpha suddenly lets him go and Minseok falls to the bed. He whines in shock and then pleasure when it pulls his rim tight around the man’s knot.
The other man drops half on top of him, still experimentally rocking his knot back and forth as if to see how stuck it is. It’s definitely not going anywhere and when the alpha realizes that he just slings one leg over Minseok’s hips for a more comfortable position and just stays there.
This could take a while, Minseok knows. The last time an alpha managed to knot him - Minseok remembers it well, because it had been a much older man who’d looked at Minseok like he was his last chance at salvation and it had sparked something in Minseok’s omega - it had taken close to an hour. Minseok had slept through most of it, though.
Indeed, he relaxes into the embrace of his alpha and the knot that plugs him up and drifts away quite quickly. It’s a relief to know he did well and he happily sails off into the world of dreams.
When he wakes it’s to the crackling, tinny voice of one of his carers through the intercom.
“Minseok! Wake!”
He does, glancing to the window where now only two figures remain. Watching two people sleep is probably not as interesting as watching Minseok get fucked to an inch of his life.
He wants to ask what his carer wants, but he already knows. This is their hourly check in to make sure Minseok is physically okay. He’s a special commodity, after all.
“I’m fine!” he calls.
“Okay!” the voice yells back. “Good job, Minseokie!”
He knows he should feel disgusted that he likes the praise. Yes, he did good.
His entire body hurts and cum still leaks from his hole now that the alpha’s cock has slipped out, but it’s okay. It should feel disgusting and yet something about it makes the omega inside of him preen. He can’t move because there’s still something heavy on top of him, refusing to let him go even in sleep.
He looks back at the alpha still wrapped around him and the voices must have woken the man up because Minseok meets startled, dark brown eyes. They’re clear. Human. It’s a shocking discovery and Minseok wonders how long this is going to last.
“Hi,” he croaks.
“Ehm, hi.”
“I’m Minseok,” he says, feeling incredibly stupid. He’s not sure what else to say, though.
“Ah,“ the alpha responds. “Minhyeong.”
Minseok just nods. He’s still so incredibly exhausted that he doesn’t even want to try and get up. Besides, with how alphas generally are even though the man is speaking normally now and seems to have calmed down that doesn’t mean he won’t get lost in the need to fuck Minseok again later on.
Trying to escape might speed that up and Minseok really wants to sleep a bit more.
He needs some energy, because the facility generally wants at least three loads in Minseok before they take the alpha away. He still needs two more.
“Can we sleep for a bit until you fuck me again?” he asks. “I’m exhausted.”
The alpha, Minhyeong, nods. “Sure.”
It’s silly and it’s dumb and it’s clear Minhyeong doesn’t know what to say either, but it’s all Minseok can ask for right now. He closes his eyes and sinks back into the sheets. The alpha does the same and they fall asleep within minutes.
From behind the glass people still watch them.