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Minho's life was relatively calm and happy. Even though he never presented, everyone just simply assumed he was a beta which sat right with him. He didn't like the thought of being an Alpha, it gave him an ick because it just… Didn't fit him in his opinion. The thought that he might've presented as an omega wasn't bad, but at the same time he couldn't imagine going through all the pain omegas had to suffer while presenting. So, being a beta was just perfect for him.
His life was simply perfect in so many aspects. A loving pack (he would even say a family if you asked him), a boyfriend who loved him to the moon and back, a stable professional career and fulfilling his passion for dancing. What else could he ask for? There wasn't a single thing he needed in life. Being a beta was literally making everything easier. He wasn't met with toxic stereotypes, wasn't treated like his only life purpose was either carrying or giving his mate pups. It was awesome, if he had to be honest.
Another perfect thing was the fact that he was currently resting on his pack omega's chest, inhaling his sweet, coconut scent. It calmed him down, helped him stop thinking about all the stress he felt due to their upcoming schedules. Chan was always there to calm him or any of the boys down and Minho thought that picking him as their pack omega was literally a perfect choice. His naturally motherly instincts made him act just right when they needed him the most. Although their pack alpha - Jeongin - who also happened to be Chan's boyfriend wasn't that bad in this either.
They always seeked both of the boys when something bad happened or when life was just becoming too much. Jeongin, although he was the youngest, was just right for the pack alpha role. No matter what would happen, he was always ready to protect them. Although it might have seemed unrealistic sometimes due to his distant nature, he never neglected them and they all knew he loved them dearly.
Sometimes Minho felt like crying while thinking about his pack. They were always there for each other, never judging one another and loved each other deeply. There were a few couples between them, obviously, but even that didn't change how they felt toward the rest of the pack. Their bond was so strong that sometimes Minho felt like his pack was more of a family to him than his actual, real one.
“Minho? Are you even listening to me?” Chan's voice woke him up from the trance, the younger man blinking quickly a few times with confusion painted on his face.
“What? I'm sorry hyung, I got a bit too deep in my thoughts..” He apologized, his cheeks and ears becoming red from the embarrassment.
Chan laughed quietly, shaking his head. “I was just asking what do you want for dinner. The kids said they wanted to order chicken but they needed to know if you wanted to eat the same thing or if you wanted something else.” He repeated, stroking Minho's hair.
“Chicken is fine… I mean, I don't really feel hungry anyway, so they can order whatever they want.” Minho shrugged, sending a warm smile towards Chan. It was immediately reciprocated, making something warm spread in Minho's heart. He closed his eyes, back in his thoughts as he was enjoying Chan’s hand playing with his hair. Everything seemed perfect as always.
It didn't last long, though. In a span of a few seconds, Minho started feeling weirdly warm, almost like he was burning inside. A quiet squeak left his mouth as he tried to get away from the older man, earning a worried look on Chan's face when he finally let him go.
“What's wrong, sweetheart?” Chan asked, his eyes glued on the younger man.
Minho felt weird. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. Why was he feeling so hot? Why did everything around him smell so intense? And, most importantly, why did he feel something wet between his legs?
He panicked, looking at Chan with tears in his eyes. “Hot… I feel so hot, Chan.” He mumbled, a tiny pout blooming on his lips. “And wet… Why am I wet? What's happening to me?” He asked, visibly panicked, first tears leaving his eyes and running down his cheeks.
Chan looked at him with his eyes wide open, a quiet gasp leaving his lips. There was no way Minho was presenting. He was twenty five, it was way too late for that. He shook his head, taking a deep breath.
“May I… Check why you are wet, baby?” He asked, some type of uncertainty in his voice. Minho just nodded, letting the man get closer and take off his pants. He spread his legs slightly, feeling the stress rise up in his chest. Chan looked down, his eyes opening even wider at the sight. Fuck, he thought, he's really presenting.
“Hey, Minho. Look at me, please?” He said, looking at his face. Minho looked back at him, sniffling. “It might seem crazy, but you're presenting, Minho. You're presenting… As an omega…”
When Minho heard these words, his heart stopped for a moment. What? No. No, that wasn't possible. How? Why?
Minho's head was a mess. He didn't understand how that was possible. Why was he presenting now? Why didn't he present when everyone else did? He heard about people presenting later than they should, but never did he hear about anyone presenting this late.
He took a deep breath, looking at Chan like he was expecting him to do something about it. “So… So what now?” He whispered, his eyes landing on his hands that he was toying with. Chan was just about to answer when Minho brought his legs to his chest, whining in what he assumed was pain.
“You'll need a knot if you want it to stop hurting… I can call Jeongin for help, hm? He'll take care of you, okay?” Chan asked. He turned around to call for his mate when he heard Minho's voice again.
“Ngh… Mate… I need my mate… Please Chan… I need my Jisungie, please…” Minho cried out, his mind slowly becoming foggy from the pain and hormones that were boiling inside of him.
Jisung. He completely forgot about him. It was only logical that Minho wanted his mate to help, but then again was Jisung even able to do that? He couldn't just magically pop a knot for Minho and Chan was worried that the man would need it to make his suffering stop for at least a moment.
“What's going on here? What's that smell?” Before Chan could've said anything else, Jeongin walked into the room. He looked at both of them, a loud gasp leaving his lips when he noticed Minho's state. “Hyung? Do you… Need help with.. That?” He asked, pointing at Minho's crotch.
As soon as he did that, Minho cried out again. He was so embarrassed, feeling almost humiliated. The only thought going through his head was ‘why is this happening to me?’. He didn't understand and it was so frustrating to him. There were so many feelings he couldn't recognise yet, but those three? He could recognise them regardless of the situation.
“N-no… Jisungie.. Ngh, I need Jisungie...” He repeated, making Jeongin whine. He knew it was caused by the fact he rejected the younger's offer to help him, but honestly, he couldn't care less. He needed Jisung, not a stupid, knot-dumb alpha.
Bangchan sighed, shaking his head. “Innie, please go get Hannie.” He said, looking at Minho. “And for now, how about hyung makes it hurt a little less? Hannie will help you soon, I promise, but I can't just sit here and watch you in such big pain.” Chan offered, his tone now a bit more quiet.
Minho shook his head at first, but as soon as he felt another wave of pain he latched onto Chan, hiding his face in the crook of the man's neck.
“Please, Channie...” He whined, rutting against Chan's knee.
The older man quickly changed their position, now having Minho's back pressed against his chest. He heard quiet steps, meaning that Jeongin had left the scene before he got his hands on Minho. Maybe it was better this way. He could've smell that Minho was stressing when the younger man was in the room.
Without wasting any more time, he took Minho's cock in his hand and started slowly stroking it. He put his other hand on Minho's thigh, stroking it delicately. Soft sighs and moans were leaving the younger's mouth, his body visibly relaxed the same second Chan started touching him.
Minho felt such a relief due to the action. Although he still needed Jisung, he was glad that Chan was there to help him, even just a little bit. If not for the older man's help, he would probably be going crazy right now, completely confused on what to do with himself. So, having Chan was one of the best things he could imagine at the moment.
He didn't know how much time and how many orgasms it took before Jisung entered the room, but as soon as he did, Minho started squirming in Chan’s hold to get away from him.
“Let me go… Please, let me go… Jisung…” His mumbling made Chan sigh, finally releasing him from his hold.
Minho almost instantly got up from the couch, lunging at Jisung. The younger one looked at him, confusion painted on his face. “Min, baby, what's wrong?” The tone of his voice was soft, making Minho's mind spin.
“Need you.. Please, need you… Omega..” He whined, making Jisung hold his breath.
He loved it when the older one called him by his subgender and while slowly realizing what was happening it was even hotter. The fact that Minho's didn't ask for an alpha, for a knot but he called for Jisung was one of the hottest things ever for him.
“Yeah, you need me? How about we call for the rest of the pack and let them watch while I take you apart then, hm?” Jisung’s voice got deeper. Paired with his words, it made the other man moan.
He nodded, looking at Jisung with doe eyes. “Yes, yes please. Want them to see how good I am for you… Please, baby…” The cry that Minho let out made Jisung snort. He gave a small peck to Minho's forehead anyway before firing his attention to Chan.
“Would you mind texting the group chat so they could come here?” The question that was directed towards the man made him open his mouth, like he wanted to say something but quickly resigned. He only nodded, taking his phone from the table and doing the exact thing he was asked to do.
“I need you to wait a bit longer, darling. Can you do that for me?” Another question, now directed towards Minho who only whined, hiding his face in the crook of Jisung's neck. Jisung only sighed, trying to guide them both to the couch without breaking physical contact.
He laid them down, stroking Minho's hair as they were waiting for the rest of the boys to come. It took them about a few minutes, all of them sitting down on the floor and gluing their eyes on the two men. Jisung quickly took off all of his clothes, helping Minho out of his pants before connecting their lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
As they were kissing, he felt like Minho was actually starved. Almost as if they didn't kiss for the entire century. It was hot, but he knew that if the other man wanted him to actually do anything, he had to break the kiss. So, he did exactly that, his lips now creating trails from Minho's neck and collarbones down to his stomach before he reached his pelvic, leaving delicate pecks there. Soon enough, he took his hard cock in his mouth, sucking on its tip and making Minho whine pathetically.
"Jisungie… Fuck, Jisung… Please, don't tease..." He cried out, making Jisung laugh once again.
He took Minho's dick out of his mouth, spreading his legs as much as he could. He then trailed a path from Minho's upper stomach to his hole with his finger, sliding it there almost instantly after it touched his rim. Slowly, he started moving it in and out, making Minho let out quiet sighs every time it touched his sensitive spot.
Soon, Jisung added another digit which made Minho mewl in pleasure. He started moving his hips up and down, trying to match Jisung's rhythm and to feel him even deeper. Jisung shook his head when he noticed the action, removing his fingers completely.
"What a greedy whore." He mumbled, caressing Minho's cheek with his clean hand. "My greedy whore." This sentence came out as a growl, making Minho's whole body shake.
"Jisung, please... I'm ready, please fuck me." There wasn't any different thought than 'Jisung inside, Jisung breeding...' in Minho's head.
He was a literal definition of cock-starved and cock-dumb at the moment and honestly, Jisung loved it a little too much. If someone asked him what was his favorite thing about Minho, he would literally say that it's Minho begging. Begging for his cock, to be specific.
Sometimes he felt like people found him weird for the fact that he enjoys being in charge while also being an omega. If he had to be honest though, he couldn't care less. Fucking Minho was like a reward for all those weird looks and comments he heard whenever he told someone about his preferences.
Speaking about fucking Minho, he knew he had to be quick and probably stop with degrading the man. As much as they normally loved it, Minho wasn't in the right state of mind and Jisung knew it. He presented himself and he knew how stressful it could be and how words like these could make it an awful experience, so he decided it was actually time to approach the situation a little softer.
"Look at me, my big baby." He whispered, his hand still stroking Minho's face. The man looked at him with his big doe eyes and Jisung just cooed at him before speaking up again. "You know that I love you? I know it hurts, I know it's scary. I'll make it better, hm? I've got you, sweetheart." Another whisper left Jisung's lips and Minho's eyes filled with tears.
Although it might've looked like he was fine, he really was scared this entire time. Everything that was happening was something new, something he didn't know how to go through himself and if not Jisung, he would probably lose his mind by now. He knew the younger one was there to help, but hearing the words out loud actually made him at peace. It was also extremely adorable and he was really glad. All these emotions were a little too much for him at the moment though, which just made him want to bawl his eyes out.
"Hey, don't cry, pretty. It's all okay... Do you want the others to go or do you want them to stay?" The question made the older man furrow his eyebrows, visibly thinking before he replied.
"Stay... Want them to be here..." He whispered, a tiny grin growing on his lips. Jisung nodded, smiling towards him.
"So... How about now I'll fuck you stupid and help you with your first wave of heat, hm?" Jisung asked and Minho's eyes literally shined at the words. He nodded erratically, making Jisung giggle. "Good kitty. Jisungie will make you feel so good." The words were like a promise that he always made before they did anything.
The man was sure that he's in good hands, yet the way in which Jisung always told him he'll make him feel good and take care of him made his heart feel a little warmer. It was weird. He knew Jisung would take good care of him, so why did he react like that? He didn't know, but he really wasn't complaining.
Just as he was about to answer, Jisung placed the tip of his cock against Minho's rim, making him sigh in pleasure. It was a bit funny for Minho how just a tiny little pressure there was enough to make him feel like that but at the same time it was just weird. It was new and he wasn't really sure if he liked it or not.
He was also so fucking wet and it was... Just as weird. Not the wetness itself, but the way how it felt. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to it, but something about it felt a bit gross. It kinda felt like when Jisung put too much lube between his legs and it dropped down making him feel like he was a dirty little slut in his hands, the man also always calling him that in between the lines where he called him his 'messy little bitch'.
He tried to ignore it but it was hard. It'll probably take him quite a while before he gets completely used to it, for now just leaving him to ignore it as his only solution. He sighed, this time from the fact how tiring it was.
Just as he was about to complain about it, he felt Jisung's dick sliding halfway inside him. It made him moan loudly, the whole slick debate he was having in his head forgotten right away. He clenched his fists on the blanket that was laying underneath him, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.
He needed more but couldn't bring himself to ask for it, leaving Jisung with a free hand to do anything he wanted. With that being said, the man slowly slid deeper. At first he wanted to give him a second to get used to the stretch, but as soon as his cock was all the way in, Minho started moving his hips in a circular motion, as if to tell Jisung to move.
So, he did exactly that, slamming in and out of his hole at a fast speed. A loud cry left Minho's lips, his back arching almost right away. It felt so good, maybe even too good. The sensation was stronger than before, like he was a hundred times more sensitive and it drove him crazy. It was a weird feeling, but if he had to be completely honest - he liked it.
Another weird thing was the scent that lingered around him. Apple pie... I smell like Apple pie, he noted. It was somehow a pretty nice scent, much better than what he imagined. He would probably use scent blockers for the rest of his life if he smelled like something extremely sweet. Just the thought of this gave him chills.
Jisung on the other hand felt intoxicated by Minho's scent. It was so beautiful, fitting him perfectly in his opinion. He couldn't get enough of it so he buried his nose in Minho's neck exactly where his scent gland was and started inhaling it.
"You smell so good, baby." He whispered into Minho's ear, making Minho sigh.
He squirmed a little, making Jisung look at his face. "Mate me, Sung... Please, please mate me.. Want to have your scent mixed with mine..." He whined, making something inside of Jisung snap.
He fastened his movements, holding Minho's waist so hard it'll probably leave bruises. He couldn't care less - what Minho just said made something inside of his head scream mate, need to mate. He knew what would happen if he did, especially with his current space of mind.
He wanted it though, the thought of giving his now freshly presented omega what he needed the most making him even more turned on.
"My sweet, little omega.. My little prey. Fuck, I'll mate you and then make you cry on my knot, I promise." He growled, getting close to his scent gland once again.
His nose brushed against it first, Jisung once again inhaling Minho's scent. He wanted to smell it in its pure form for the last time before he mated him. It was sweet with a hint of cinnamon, which made Jisung's head spin. Intoxicating surely was the right word to describe it.
However, he knew he couldn't just stay like that and inhale the older man's scent forever. He licked a long stripe along his gland, the noise it got out of Minho sounding almost like a cry. The next thing he did was pinching it lightly with his teeth, which consequenced with Miho rolling his eyes to the back of his skull.
Minho loved the teasing most of the time, but now it was making him tired. He needed to feel Jisung's teeth sinking deep in his most sensitive spot, and needed their scents to mix into a beautiful harmony of apple pie with vanilla ice-cream on the side.
"Jisung... Please stop teasing.." He pleaded.
It earned him a soft laugh from Jisung, which made him furrow his eyebrows. "Patience, baby. You're not the one in charge this time. Do you want me to show you your place, or will you behave?" He whispered into his ear, the tone of his voice at least an octave lower than usually.
Shaking his head a 'yes', Minho shut his mouth. He knew that whenever Jisung said things like that, he would end up better by listening to him than by being bratty. Although he really, really wanted to be a brat right now, he also needed to get knocked so hard he would end up pregnant at the end of the night. So, he decided to listen to the younger male and be as good as he could.
Soon enough, Jisung's teeth gripped harder on his scent gland, drawing blood that dropped down Minho's neck. His head started to spin, his vision becoming blurry from the sensation.
Jisung's head spun too, the taste of Minho's blood on his tongue almost making him feel like an animal who just caught its prey. He also could feel his cock growing slightly thicker inside of Minho, which meant he was slowly, actually popping a knot.
He wasn't sure if this would work. Although bitching was a thing and he knew it was real, he never thought that reverse bitching was actually working as well. He liked the thought of being Minho's alpha, though. His instinct was always to protect, to take care of the man as best as he could and sometimes he really wished he was his alpha. So, the fact that he now was one made him overly happy.
It didn't take Jisung long to form a full knot, the new dynamic working him up a little too much. He gasped, his cock nestled deep inside of Minho, the two of them now locked together.
Minho's orgasm hit the exact same second he felt Jisung's knot grow in full size, the man blacking out for a moment from how intense it was. He never felt this good, never thought that knot felt this good. He could definitely get used to it, loving the feeling of being full to the brim.
He was about to say something when he remembered that the rest of the pack was watching them this whole time. His cheeks, ears and neck become red from embarrassment, the man slowly coming back to his senses.
"You guys.. Like what you saw?" He asked shyly, hoping that they'd say yes.
"We did, baby. You did so well for Sungie, we're proud of you." He didn't expect Hyunjin to be the one to reply but nonetheless, he smiled at his words.
The next thing that caught his attention was Jeongin clearing his throat. “So, how about we make you a warm bath so you could relax after Jisung's knot goes down?” He asked, and Minho looked at him with a warm smile.
“That sounds great. Thank you, Innie.” He said, the tone of his voice as sweet as honey. It made the boys coo, a quiet giggle leaving Minho's throat at their reaction.
And maybe, just maybe he actually loved being an omega.