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Goddamn it.
Taehyun winced at the flash of pain up his head, white hot in his vision. Metal in his mouth. His canines poked sharp razors into the meat of his tongue. Then came the tingling at his neck. Not good. He focused up just as the interviewer asked the next question off camera;
“Moa asks, what is your greatest fear?”
The lens panned to his face for the perfect shot. “Death,” he enunciated through a full mouth of teeth. Preferably a hunt—a chase— his mind supplied, but he couldn’t give away everything in front of a camera. Not his prey, nor his hunger. The scent patch at his throat made sure of it even if the audience couldn’t smell him through the camera.
He kept a straight face; he was a professional, and swallowed the waterfalls of saliva pooling in his throat to finish out the segment. It wouldn’t be long. Conjurings of long legs in his mind made his stomach stir. His hyungs must have picked up the scent. They shifted in their own seats, adjusting themselves subtly while hiding their interest with laughs. The rest of the studio followed along.
He was always much funnier before a rut.
He ripped the scent patch off his neck the second the van door closed.
Greedy hands reached towards him the minute his seatbelt clicked into place but he growled a warning, flattening their sounds of protest into whimpers.
“Not yet.” Not even as his cinnabar scent threatened to choke them out. He leaned back against the headrest, closing his eyes for the ride back to the dorm. He knew they loved it.
“Taehyun-ah, please, can I—“
He caught the hand before it could touch him. Smooth, musician’s fingers he squeezed harder than necessary. Sugared grapes and lilac undertones licked at his senses. The sweetness skipped around him like an overexcited puppy, just like its owner.
“No, you know the rules,” he said, pinching the soft skin of Kai’s hand between his fingers. A breathy moan escaped in response.
The youngest always did need an extra reminder.
Each of them had their own preferred ways of dealing with their cycles, indicative of their personalities. Kai loved touch—craved it the second he caught wind he was going into heat. A giver through and through, his mouth was a sopping wet hole for those times of the month. The hyungs were very similar, attentive and caring to the core, except for Yeonjun, who preferred to be spoiled rotten, splayed out, and used like a toy. He only popped a knot when someone was riding him. Taehyun thought it rather impressive. So much so it made him even harder in his pants. Not yet. Not when it was only the beginning.
“Yeah, be careful what you ask for, Ning,” Beomgyu snorted from his seat in front, scrolling on his phone. Beg for, more likely.
Taehyun could tell Beomgyu was distracted, nostrils twitching delicately to his strong pheromones. Even though he was a beta, Taehyun secretly preferred his muted clementine scent best, loved it when Beomgyu lent him clothes with citrus notes. He’d make sure to give him plenty of attention.
And his two eldest hyungs. Both controlled themselves so well, just as he liked it. Their heads turned toward him, unusually quiet, with matching tight grips on the seat arms, leather groaning under their fingers— that made Taehyun smile. The scent patches under their collars were dark and heavy, full of excess pheromones at the release of Taehyun’s. Yeonjun’s peppercorn and watercress. Soobin’s chilling frost. All four of them reached out to him even as he denied them access to himself.
It was cruel.
But not cruel enough to stop as the van doors slid open, their manager eager to get them the hell out of the car.
“Call when it’s done. See you boys later.” He drove away in the same breath.
Taehyun turned toward them without any chance to linger. “Upstairs now. Shoes off, and things away. Living room in ten minutes or you’re out.”
And without a second to lose, the four bolted up the stairs, foregoing wasting time at the elevator to ready themselves, leaving Taehyun to saunter up after them.
The dorm was freezing as he stepped inside, cooled down for his arrival.
In their pack household, three out of five were alpha. And if there was anything to know, it was that they ran just as hot as an omega in heat. Taehyun could already feel the pre-rut symptoms simmering into the full thing, with sweat wetting his bangs and forehead. Soon it’d be everywhere.
Not a single article of clothing was on the floor. Not even a stray sock had been left out as he slipped his own covered feet into house shoes and made his way toward the living room.
The four pack members turned their heads to his arrival, dressed in casual wear, alert despite their relaxed postures. Soobin’s head hung especially low.
“Decide who’s going first, then stretch lightly,” he deadpanned, ignoring them for his own room, the only one visible from the living room.
When they’d moved in, it hadn’t been deliberate. They’d drawn lots for room assignments, and the chips had fallen where they had. Taehyun lucked out with the lone separate room, away from all the chaos of his members. A blessing in disguise. Their clutter was annoying on a good day, a rage-inducing storm on a bad one.
But lately, with his ruts, he found other ways of making use of his space.
He left the door wide open.
He flung his shirt off, stretching his biceps and arms from sitting cramped in the car ride home, rolling his neck while he was at it, knowing his scent gland was swollen and puckered under his jaw, a sight he doesn’t show often. Kai’s barely-controlled breathing outside his door made his ears perk. A whine echoed the sound. Yeonjun.
The boys knew very well to stay on the other side of the threshold, waiting like the good pups they were. Often people assume Yeonjun ruled the house because he’s the eldest, or perhaps Soobin with his height and leader status. But pull down any of their shirt collars, and they’d discover that assumption was far from the truth. Taehyun’s gums ached with his alpha canines fully extended. He resisted gnashing them together, trying to preserve the first snap for one of his pack, the primal claiming they all craved. He shirked the remaining clothes off his body until he stood fully nude in front of the door. Not even the most controlled member, Soobin, could feign indifference.
“Who is it?” He asked, stepping into the living room. The couch and coffee table were pushed into the kitchen, leaving a wide open space.
“Kai,” said Yeonjun, swiping his tongue across his lips. “Then me and Soobin.”
Taehyun grunted, his alpha displeased. “Switch Soobin for Beomgyu,” his tone left no room for protest.
“You want Soobin last?” Yeonjun eyed him brazenly, stopping on Taehyun’s erection. No clothing to hide his intentions. Yeonjun’s peppercorn smell was on full blast without a scent patch to block its potency.
Taehyun clicked his tongue, tasting the spicy scent. Aroused. His hyung knew better than to take his patch off before he said so. That bastard wanted to skip the foreplay.
“Yes,” Taehyun slurred through a mouthful of teeth, resisting the urge to bite right then. “Which means you’ll go first.”
He walked up to his eldest hyung and palmed him roughly through his thin shorts, paying Yeonjun back with a taste of torture of his own.
“Sure,” said Yeonjun, hiding the squeak behind a raised palm to his mouth. “That's cool, Gyu?”
Beomgyu shrugged. “It’s Taehyunnie’s rut. Whatever he wants.” He met Taehyun’s eyes with his own. “Just don’t go easy on me, Yeonjun-ah.”
Kai laughed nervously, reaching for the nearest person to scent. “Anything but the hospital again, please.”
“It’s foreplay, cutie. Yeonjun likes being a little bitch.”
Yeonjun threw Beomgyu a dirty look, walking to the opposite side of the room, stretching out his arms. “Get the fuck in here, now.”
“What? It’s true.” Beomgyu entered the makeshift ring close to Taehyun, squaring his shoulders. He’d bulked up since Taehyun’s last rut, putting on muscle in his shoulders and arms especially, strong—fertile. Taehyun chuffed in approval, standing still with his arms crossed.
“Ready?”
Kai and Soobin stepped back, away from the match about to go down. The outcome was never certain with those two. The eldest alpha and the pack’s only beta took position with their hands at each other’s waists under the living room spotlight.
Wrestling. Taehyun’s favorite way to mate.
The alpha was particular, unique in the way it wasn’t just horny for sex; any old alpha could fuck on a bed. No, that wouldn’t do. It wanted a full fucking show, a challenge for complete dominance. Blood. Teeth. Lust. Whatever made sense, or didn’t. His normally cool logic was thrown out the window for the action his alpha craved.
To the beast, rutting was a sport. A game it intended to win.
“Begin.”
The rules? There was only one.
Fuck or get fucked.
Bitter citrus permeated the air when Beomgyu discarded his patch to Kai, his scent clouding the space between him and Yeonjun. It was nearly tangible with the taste of clementines coating the tip of Taehyun’s tongue.
The moment he let them go, it was vicious.
Yeonjun was competitive by nature, a stereotype of his secondary gender in daily life, cocky, aggressive, with matching fire in his veins that made most betas back off immediately—cower with just a look. When he wrestled, his compact muscles made quick work of gaining the upper hand, pulling Beomgyu off balance with a strong first attack. He had the biological advantage, with that peppery scent pushing back. It should be an obvious outcome.
But Beomgyu wasn’t most betas.
After practically growing up with three alphas (four if he included his older brother), there wasn’t much he hadn’t encountered. Ruts, posturing, and popped knots, he’d seen it all. An alpha going on a rampage was hardly an issue, more like watching the sore ego of a big baby getting stepped on. Their pheromones might as well have been a fly buzzing in his ear. Yeonjun snapping near his gland wasn’t going to affect him that easily.
“Hyung, is that all you’ve got? I thought you wanted to fuck me.” Beomgyu shoved his shoulder into Yeonjun, sending them both to the floor. “Unless you really are just a cock slut.”
Yeonjun’s eyes widened, pleased, scent tightening up as he leaned close to Beomgyu’s neck. The skin was freshly tanned after a trip to Paris. “You haven’t won yet, pup. Don’t count a win where there isn’t one.”
Yeonjun flipped them over, reversing their positions to pin Beomgyu down with one hand while he freed both their cocks from their shorts, pumping them fast and sloppy. His puckered hole from behind teased the boys watching from the side.
Taehyun took himself in his hand, teasing the head of his own cock. Even if it was amusing, he didn't have all night to just watch them play chicken. He could tell Soobin and Kai were also dying to get in on the action. If Taehyun were to check Kai’s shorts, there’d be a high chance they’d already be stained.
“Make it quick.” He pushed out the command with a wave of cinnabar.
The two only indicated they heard him by their lips parting to scent him before turning back and going at it with more verve, stimulated by his pheromones entering their systems. Claim.
Beomgyu kicked out from under Yeonjun, trying to escape. His back contorted, twisting with a flexibility achieved from dedicated workouts. Frustration creased the space between his brows and, without a second thought, brought his hand to his own shirt and ripped it out of Yeonjun’s grip, revealing a back drenched in sweat between his shoulder blades and spine.
He found Yeonjun’s exposed shoulder and bit down. Hard.
Yeonjun choked back a keen, growling in annoyance as he twisted Beomgyu’s arm back far enough that the pop of it dislocating made Kai hiss in sympathy next to Taehyun.
Beomgyu yelped, dislodging his canines from Yeonjun and retreating. Yeonjun’s fist grazed the side of his cheek in retaliation before checking the bitten area. The mark was shallow without the bite strength from an alpha but was noticeably red where he’d broken skin.
Yeonjun flipped him off. “Ya! I got a photoshoot tomorrow.”
As if that really mattered. Only their make-up artist would have sympathy for his antics. There would maybe be a bruise.
Taehyun licked his lips at the sight. But it was what Beomgyu did next that made him outright gasp.
Not wanting to lose his positioning, Beomgyu threw his left shoulder against the wall to pop it back into place. The music show trophies on the shelf shook at the force. Leave it to Beomgyu to surprise him.
Taehyun knew it was all over when Yeonjun’s back hit their floor with a thud. Beomgyu pinned him down with his whole body from behind and spread his cheeks to line himself up to Yeonjun’s hole. His cock thrust inside, shallow at first from the tightness. It inched deeper with every subsequent thrust, spurred on by Yeonjun’s gasps. His fingers tangled through Yeonjun’s silver-dyed hair and snapped their hips together mercilessly. He bottomed out, legs encircling Yeonjun’s abdomen.
“Who’s the pup?” Beomgyu demanded. His eyes were blown wide. “You loosened right up without a single finger. For a beta. Aren’t you embarrassed? Hey, are you secretly an omega, Jjunnie?”
Yeonjun’s only response was a low, sexed-out moan. His cock wept pathetically between his legs, fat and red. He snapped his ass back as Beomgyu pushed forward, gaining rhythm. He didn’t seem to care that Beomgyu was degrading his alpha. In fact, Taehyun knew he adored that shit.
“You…Beomgyu. Ahhh….” His fast pants were loud.
“You want my cock? Tell Alpha what you want.” Soobin whistled at that one.
“Fuck you!…I—”
Yeonjun’s retort caught in his throat as he came. Hot ropes of cum shot onto the floor in front of them, splattering it white. His guttural moan was followed by Beomgyu chasing his own climax, digging his nails into Yeonjun’s hips as they both collapsed onto the mess.
Their combined scent was lemon pepper and orange peel. Its potency was nauseating as Beomgyu pulled out, cum dripping from Yeonjun’s crack.
“That fucking hurt, you psycho!” Beomgyu pulled Yeonjun up for a proper kiss.
“My ass would like to differ,” mumbled Yeonjun, craning his neck for better access.
“You love it.”
“Ha. No.”
Yeonjun caught his arm and rubbed their wrists together. Their twin moans made Kai coo next to Taehyun. He had to give it to them; it was pretty cute in their own little fucked up way.
“Off the floor,” said Taehyun, dropping his hands to his sides. “Beomgyu won.”
“Obviously.”
He glanced at Soobin, who was silently drooling while trying not to appear scent-drunk. He knew the undertones of Yeonjun’s watercress sat sticky in Soobin’s throat. Water and ice, those were two sides of the same scent coin. Taehyun understood just how hard it was to wait.
“Mn,” Soobin nodded, wiping his face with his hands and helping Yeonjun and Beomgyu off to the side. Taehyun allowed it, appreciating his mate's enthusiasm for his rut. Not many people would indulge such an…involved activity.
Kai moved from his spot, entering where Beomgyu and Yeonjun had vacated. The remains of Beomgyu’s shirt sat wet and sticky at his feet.
“On your knees,” said Taehyun, taking position in front of Kai. He lowered himself to the floor, anchoring himself despite the cum splattered linoleum. Yeonjun was an alpha; that much was obvious. He took the abandoned shirt from the floor, slightly damp with sweat, and brought it to his face. Red flashed across his vision. It wouldn’t be long until he needed something more.
Kai followed his command, kneeling so his own legs touched Taehyun’s. His head lowered in deference immediately, but his eyes flickered innocently to him. “What are you doing, Taehyun-ah?”
Taehyun laughed, sensing the nervousness from the pack’s omega maknae. He shouldn’t be; Kai was big. Big all over, with shoulders broader than most alphas his height and incisors twice the average length. “You’ll see. Take your clothes off.”
It was an understatement to say the whole industry wanted a go at their box-dyed angel, with an aquiline nose and the cutest moles; his chest was a constellation of them. Taehyun could attest, they were certainly gorgeous.
The shorts came off.
Taehyun’s tongue wetted, getting a full, glorious view of Kai as he took the other by the back of the shoulders. The omega was hung. Thicker and heavier than himself, it poked Taehyun’s leg as he adjusted his grip at Kai’s nape, precum beading at the tip. It was ironic how something so massive could belong to someone so sweet.
“I think I just came again.”
“I know, right?”
“Same as before?” Soobin clarified, standing at the ready, ignoring Tom and Jerry fucking around in the corner.
“I’ll let you know,” Taehyun smiled, releasing his own woodsy scent. He couldn’t wait to rip Soobin’s patch off himself, get him to loosen up properly. Right after he took Kai between the legs, and maybe against the wall.
Kai’s pupils dilated, flooding the room with grapeseed and lavender, as if he'd read Taehyun’s mind.
“Then, begin.”
While he would have loved to simply tackle Kai to the floor and take him then and there, he still wanted a challenge. For him, holding back was an exercise in restraint, one he used to draw Kai’s confidence out. There was an art in waiting for the perfect moment.
Much like the Greek hero Heracles facing the giant Antaetus, he sized up Kai’s larger frame and assessed his chance for openings. Kneeling lowered their center of gravity, changing how they approached the other. He was actually unsure if there even was a tactical advantage with height out of the equation. His thoughts stopped at Kai on his knees.
The omega planted his thighs as firmly as he could, becoming immovable as a rock when Taehyun tried wedging a leg between his. It was no longer simply a matter of grounding the opponent—they were already there. Stripped down without a waistband, it was a battle to wrap both arms around each other’s torso instead, to grab and pin into submission. And with each miss of his hands and clash of their arms, heat rose from both their skin. Not even the fan on full power could cool him off.
“I know you can do better than that.”
“I’m trying, I swear!”
He felt Kai’s hot breath inches from his cheek. The maknae was a flurry of limbs trying to get through Taehyun’s sound defense, frantic to get what he desired. Taehyun shook his head and pushed back, more of a taunt than a serious retaliation. He knew what Kai was capable of, having seen him outpace Soobin working out.
“Is this too hard? Should I blindfold myself for you?” teased Taehyun, reaching toward the discarded t-shirt next to them.
Two strong arms pinned him to the floor. The cold sent shivers up his spine. Noticing the distance between Kai’s nipples made him forget. Thanks, Soobin.
“I don’t need a handicap,” Kai pouted, lips pursed. His usual shyness melted away as he looked down on Taehyun, arms bracketing his head on either side. He said it with a face that defied conventional beauty and held the most wicked tongue.
“You asked for it.” Taehyun wrapped his whole body around Kai, shifting his weight to bring the omega to the floor. They rolled around, somersaulted, with Kai failing to escape as Taehyun held on easily. His yelps at Taehyun nipping his throat sent them both to the other side of the room.
Taehyun’s back hit the TV stand, shaking the cabinet panes on impact. Thankfully, after breaking two TVs before, they’d learned to mount the damn thing to the wall, with the cord duct-taped to the wall and all that.
It didn’t stop them from trying, though. Not when Taehyun practically threw Kai into the wall next to it and kissed him like a starved man for water. He bit the bottom lip just enough to sting when he ran his tongue over the swollen area.
“You break, you buy,” Beomgyu snickered from the kitchen.
Taehyun wasn’t listening, too feverish to care and too horny to think about anything other than Kai’s sweet moans in his mouth. He reached between them to fist Kai, pumping him slowly. He didn’t forget the handsiness in the car.
“Taehyun-ah…want you inside...” Kai came to attention, as malleable as clay in Taehyun’s hold. If angels could cry in ecstasy, they’d certainly sound like this.
He pulled back, covering the omega’s wet mouth with his hand. It took everything to not flip the omega over and clean out his ass with his own. “You think you deserve my knot after what you did in the car? Your hyungs waited so patiently while you couldn’t wait five minutes. You’d make them watch that?” Taehyun pinched the head of Kai’s cock, wiping it on Kai’s stomach. “Take some responsibility.”
Kai flushed deeply, his chest turning red in indignation. “You’re so mean! C’mon, it was an accident! Please fuck me, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you, Taehyun—Alpha!”
He caught Kai’s chin in his hand. “Behave, Omega. I don’t have to pleasure you, don’t have to give you my cock to make you feel good. I really couldn't care if you came at all. So, if you want anything more than scraps,” he said. “Prove it.”
He made a show by wrestling Kai’s arms above his head against the wall in an iron-like grip. He angled his own body away so when Kai tried to thrust his hips up, chasing after his release, his cock bobbed uselessly at the empty air. “Keep trying, I know you can do it,” he laughed at Kai’s struggle. Kai looked so cute when he was mad.
As the omega squirmed in his hold, admonishing him for his “excessive” cruelty, and when that didn’t work, he went back to whining. Taehyun might have waited to see how long before Kai could beg himself hoarse if not for his heightened senses catching onto something.
From the corner of his eye, Taehyun caught Soobin moving from the living room to the kitchen, perched on the edge of the couch, eyes never leaving him. Not even when Yeonjun came behind him and stuck a greedy hand down his shirt, fondling Soobin’s chest, did he indicate he cared for anything other than him. It made the hair on the back of Taehyun’s neck raise.
He wanted to snatch Yeonjun’s hand away. He growled a warning instead. Don’t touch. He’s mine.
“Taehyun-ah! *hick* I love you so much though! EUUUMMMM~”
His attention returned to Kai, who had begun to tear up. Eyes shiny, the maknae sniffled back a few sobs too. Taehyun winced; maybe he’d been a little harsh to Kai’s omega. It was used to being doted on, not teased.
“Hey, it’s okay.” His grip loosened. A mistake.
Their positions were reversed in a second with Taehyun staring at the ceiling with his mouth wide open. The concoction of cum and sweat squelched underneath him, perhaps now mixed with a little slick. It was uncertain unless he were to taste it off the floor (which, once he popped his first knot, anything was game). He growled when he found himself immobile. His hands were locked between Kai’s legs and his dick was swallowed in one go. His gland pumped forest smoke with his cinnabar in thick waves as a wet tongue lapped it up, eliciting jealous groans from the sidelines.
He fell for those damned crocodile tears.
“How’s that?” Kai laughed, riding Taehyun with unbridled delight at his subterfuge. His pink cock bounced, slapping against Taehyun’s stomach. Fuck it.
“Better.” He grinned, coming inside Kai. The fire that had been simmering under his skin released when he came, hot semen shooting deep into Kai, shuddering as his rut triggered like a rocket. Yellow sparks and streaks of red with a high like no other. He pushed Kai off before he could knot him. Like hell he was just gonna let Kai walk (ride) all over him. No, he finished the little shit off with his hand. White streaks painted both of their bodies, partially hitting Taehyun in the face. Messy as hell. Taehyun sucked his hand clean, tasting salt and a flavor distinctly Kai.
So much white, he’d almost forgotten the wolf stalking him just out of sight. Hidden beneath a blanket of snow.
He was a puppet on a string, turning to the leak of pheromones his nose locked onto like a siren song. Wanted more than the bucket of slick coating his dick. He’d apologize to Kai later (preferably with Kai’s dick down his throat).
His pupils turned scarlet, whipping his head to the kitchen, to three sets of hungry eyes staring back.
“Come here, Soobin.” He said, rising from the ground.
The three hyungs scented him, smelling the arrival of his full rut; heady smoke, blazing like a wildfire. Beomgyu huffed a laugh, turning to Yeonjun’s face of renewed arousal.
“Guess the game’s over now,” said Yeonjun. “If you need us, we’ll be…around.” He said to Soobin. He gathered the rest of the discarded clothing before walking off toward Beomgyu’s room.
“But…Kai won, so does that mean—?”
Beomgyu slapped Soobin on the shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Bro, are you dumb? The dick was in the butt. Taehyunnie won.” He looked toward the maknae, deeming Soobin a lost cause. “Kai baby, c’mon, Yeonjun wants to suck you off.”
“Coming~” Kai skipped past them, following the scent of Yeonjun.
“So Kai lost on purpose?” Soobin asked, still trying to understand what happened, oblivious to Taehyun’s approach.
“I said come on,” Taehyun grumbled, wrapping his arms around Soobin’s frame. He picked up the tallest alpha as if he weighed nothing, and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Soobin still had his lounge shorts on, but they’d be off soon enough.
Soobin spluttered a weak retort, silenced when Taehyun slapped his ass.
“He's mine. Tell Yeonjun to keep his fucking hands to himself.” Taehyun glowered at Beomgyu. The last thing he wanted to do was to share.
Beomgyu held up his own hands in surrender. “You got it, alpha man. He’s all yours.”
Taehyun’s alpha nodded, dropping its aggression when the beta agreed. He stepped forward and nuzzled Beomgyu to let him know, scenting him deeply and possessively. Beomgyu’s cheeks dusted pink with affection. Taehyun received an orange marmalade chaser, sweet and delicious.
If it were up to Taehyun’s logical brain, he would have given Beomgyu a chance too. Would have tumbled him just as he had Kai, marking him with a brutal kiss and a take-home trophy bite. But his alpha was preoccupied by a certain beanpole.
“Next time, tiger. I’m all yours.” Beomgyu cracked a mischievous, knowing smile, ruffling the two alphas' hair. “Have fun, you two. Break a leg.”
With that, Taehyun carried Soobin to his room and shut the door.
The air seemed to buzz when he threw Soobin down on the bed. With the waning sun outside his lone window, Soobin looked akin to a haloed deity, the nymph cast to earth from heaven and made mortal, vulnerable.
If vulnerable were akin to stumbling into the den of a provoked, starving animal.
Underneath the pleasant veneer of their leader's face was a side that the industry only thought it understood. If only they knew how much worse it was. Yes, he had his moments when an award show host slighted any of them, but his mask of frosty indifference never slipped beyond a narrowed look.
They’d all smile on camera, seemingly unaffected until the front door shut and then Soobin would start raging up a storm. He’d throw off his stuffy company-issued jacket, toss the latest designer slop bracelet in the trash, and, if he was really pissed off, tear up another set of throw pillows from their couch like confetti. Then, looking at the polyester massacre on the floor, he’d hang his head in shame and lock himself in his room, beating himself up when he couldn’t find release playing games.
Being an alpha was already hard enough. Resisting all the impulsive bullshit wreaking havoc on their brain monthly was no walk in the park. It was hardly easy to regulate pheromones when they were suppressed by chemicals and patches daily. Not to mention how similar anger and horniness felt when they were exhausted or irritable. It was why alphas spent double the time of every other subgender in media training, just to avoid taking someone’s head off on a bad day or ending up in a shitty dispatch photo. And there are a lot of long, shit days as an idol.
Image was everything, and if he wasn’t playing the ice prince or the fuzzy bunny, that rage in the pit of his stomach never had a chance to escape. His secret vindication would be at the top of the gossip pages, and finding out Soobin was a temperamental alpha behind closed doors would be the cherry on top. No one wanted an idol with anger issues.
Taehyun understood completely.
He reached a hand to Soobin’s neck, fingers pulling the corner of the patch adhesive. He would not judge what came next. He anticipated it, the long-awaited release and the dam to break. He ripped the patch clean off.
“Come fuck me up, alpha. I dare you.”
If Taehyun’s scent crackled like popping embers of a wooden fire, Soobin’s was liquid nitrogen seeped into his skin straight to his veins, chilling him to the bone. It was a deadly combination that made it impossible to see or think of anything else. Already Taehyun was gasping, wiping the oils of his own gland from his neck as his alpha grappled for control.
Submit, or you’ll be sorry. A deep, thunderous rumble. Gone was the docile hyung mere minutes ago. Finally!
“Show me your teeth.”
“As you wish,” Soobin’s alpha responded. He looked almost vampiric with his canines dropping past his lower lip. He squeezed Taehyun’s hips with brutal strength, bruising him despite Taehyun’s layered muscle. He always did have a strong grip. His eyes narrowed, eyelids tinged pink from the light hitting his eyes. “Ready.”
Taehyun placed his own hands on Soobin’s hips. “Go!”
He surged forward into Soobin’s stomach, head-butting the alpha onto the bed. He pulled (ripped) Soobin’s pants from his waist as the alpha fisted his hair and shoved his head into the mattress, nose deep in the box springs. A low growl in his ear made his dick twitch.
”That it? Kai was more creative than that.” He barked a laugh, grabbing a pillow that had fallen to the floor and whacking Soobin in the face. He grinned at Soobin’s peeved look, then at the blizzard of fluff when Soobin ripped it from his hands. What a drama queen. As if he were the one rutting and not Taehyun.
He pawed the skin on Soobin’s arm to release him, scratching red marks down his forearm, and tackled him once more, this time over the side, aiming to ground him similar to Kai. It was annoying how everyone was so fucking tall. Especially when that height was used to grab Taehyun’s wrist and catapult him toward the door. He let out a surprised screech, gasping when the knob smashed him in the face like a baseball bat, sending shockwaves through his jaw.
Fortunately, it wasn’t broken when he opened his mouth. Except, he spat out a tooth into his palm, bloody. He threw it at the dimpled imp in disbelief. A red dot bloomed on Soobin’s shirt.
He had the nerve to flash Taehyun a grin. “You wanna stop?”
”Not until I have you crying on my knot.”
”Well, see, I’m not the one currently pinned against the door.”
“Not yet, maybe.” He shrugged; the throbbing at his temple made him light-headed. “Take your shirt off. We can save it with some bleach.” Why the fuck was he still wearing one?
“Taehyun, you literally lost a tooth, and you’re concerned about a stain? You’re too cute, you know that?”
Taehyun laughed, even though he shouldn’t, not when he needed to tighten his abs to take Soobin as he was, white-knuckle pounding him with his free hand. His alpha loved jabbing him in the ribs.
Taehyun’s tongue circled the void where his tooth had been; the socket still had the root stuck deep in his gum. He knew it would hurt the next morning, but he felt giddy despite the sting. Soobin must have agreed because his cock was rubbing the inside of Taehyun’s leg, twitching with excitement. Too bad for him, Taehyun doesn’t give out wins for free, not even when he doubled over onto Soobin’s fist.
Taehyun frowned; the shirt hid Soobin’s bulge from his view, taunting him with the loose hem.
“You’re right. Shirt-cocking is not the look,” he mumbled, more to himself. It had to go.
He took the rigid collar between his teeth and tore the cotton monstrosity right down the front. There, much better. Then he bit deep into Soobin’s pectoral, getting a brain freeze despite the searing blood gushing into his mouth. It was decadent and thick, molasses coating his throat. If it had been higher up Soobin’s chest, it would have been perfect. He did not linger, though, not when Soobin could easily wrap a hand around his throat with their bodies so close.
Opportunity struck when he got a lucky arm free to nail Soobin in the solar plexus, taking the wind from his rampage. They tumbled to the floor in a human pretzel. Neither wanted to give an inch, twisting and contorting their bodies to try and mount the other. A cheeky palm on Soobin’s ass. A rough pull on Taehyun’s ear.
At one point, Soobin’s nose started bleeding.
Call them masochists, with their split knuckles and leaking cocks. The primal call to stake claim was the sweetest song, a rhapsodic feast for the senses. The closest thing they could have to a chase.
When they were trainees, Taehyun had chased Soobin, breathless and horny, through the lamp-lit streets of Seoul. He’d caught the older alpha by the jacket, wrapped his arms around him from behind, and sunk his infant fangs into the skin without hesitation. That first bite had sent rolling waves of pleasure through his body, awakening all these senses he’d never had before, like seeing the world in color for the first time.
He had no clue what it meant then, much less how it would affect the rest of his life.
All he was certain of was that they'd looked at one another and had never looked away. Most Alpha ruts were said to be painful, isolating, but Taehyun’s was everything he could have asked for. He’d grown up since then, got busy and too recognizable to walk alone, much less run down Soobin in the middle of the city.
The chase never left him. It simply changed.
He grabbed Soobin’s left leg, twisting it at the knee with one hand and bracing the side with one of his own, knowing if he tried to escape, it would break. With his other hand, he held him down by the neck. There, faded by time, at the nape just right of the spine, two rows of baby alpha teeth marks proudly stood. A warble escaped his lips.
Soobin stilled, huffing a small laugh, before relaxing under his touch. “Admiring your artistry?”
“Something like that.” He planted a knee into Soobin’s balls. Even as Soobin hissed under him, the glow beneath his skin was warm. They’d all left their marks on him, with pale scars scattered like stars over the strong planes of muscle. Their little prince, pricked by his rose’s thorns.
Taehyun traced a line down Soobin’s back, arriving at the tight ring of muscle between his cheeks. He spat into the hole, saliva and blood, right as Soobin’s knee snapped.
Nobody else did it for him like Soobin. Made his alpha foam at the mouth when it entered inside him, stabbing him deep until he reached the alpha’s prostate. He slid in and out, tearing through Soobin from impatience and the flex of his anus squeezing his cock like a vise.
The moment he felt Soobin’s knee give out, his alpha moved to finish the job. Soobin’s keens of pain bounced off the walls as Taehyun stuck his fingers into the alpha’s mouth, quieting him from waking up the neighborhood.
“Shhh. You set me off and cry at the consequences?” His alpha stroked back the hair from Soobin’s forehead, taking a fistful and shoving his head into the carpet.
Taehyun bucked his hips forward into Soobin’s round ass, perky and full in his grasp. It really was a sight to behold. “Fuck, you’re tight. Are you trying to break it?”
His chest slotted perfectly into the curve of Soobin’s back, their hips aligning body to body. Soobin sucked loudly on Taehyun's fingers, nipping the knuckles and wriggling his hips, slipping Taehyun impossibly further inside him. “Ha, are you sure? You want to be knotted that badly, Soobin? Like an omega in heat?”
So tight. The way he took cock was unlike any alpha Taehyun had ever known. The moment he entered Soobin, it was as if the fight had dissipated from his body, replaced by the need to be fucked. The way he widened his gait, spreading his legs for better access. He’d roll over like a dog if it meant he’d get properly bitched and bred.
“Yes! Please, Taehyunnie—Alpha—Please fill me…!”
Taehyun flashed his fangs, a wide gummy smile.
“You come into my room and rip my pillows.” The hole fluttered as he pulled out, chasing after him like a pretty pink mouth.
“...knock out my teeth.” His voice lowered. He pressed a thumb into the tender knee joint, watching it bloom beneath the surface.
“...then have the nerve to bleed all over my floor.” He stroked Soobin’s thick cock down to the base, playing with his balls, and felt him shudder in pain and pleasure. The wolf transformed into an adorable puppy with only a few small tricks.
“Oh Soobin, I’m going to fuck your ass like the cock slut you are, make you limp the rest of the week, stretch you so wide everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Say it,” he growled.
“Gonna fuck my—Aaaaah.”
“Yes.” Taehyun prompted, stroking Soobin’s shaft the same moment he slid back in. “Go on.”
“Gonna…make…” A guttural moan, fire deep in his belly. The blizzard that had frozen over had melted under Taehyun’s dominance. His fire lit Soobin from the inside out. Each thrust was a hot iron straight from the forge, steaming the air around them. He could take it; Taehyun had full faith in him.
“Use your words.” Taehyun purred like a cat, pounding into Soobin just as he said he would, straight into the depths of him, hitting that bundle of nerves he knew made Soobin cry out in ecstasy. His little whimpers were a treat to his ears.
”Fuck me…like the…I am. Make me limp–Eummn,” he sobbed, drool dripping from his mouth. “Stretchmesowide…I’m yours!”
Filling him so completely until he couldn’t take any more, begging for release, weeping until the only thing he could think about was the moment Taehyun came inside him.
God made you just for me. Taehyun answered Soobin’s prayers, bottoming out, grinding his hips down as hard as he could, filling every crevice of that warm, wet hole.
He bit down and came.
Coming and coming and coming until the head swelled deep inside, stretching him more than Taehyun thought possible for an alpha, but now he saw Soobin could easily take a fist up his ass and still make room for more. For now he knotted Soobin so he wouldn’t ooze out, impregnating him just like an omega. He’d bitch Soobin even if it was biologically impossible.
Soobin would look marvelous with his pups inside him.
Taehyun said as much, turning the big alpha oaf over, careful of his knee.
“Your eyes are sparkling.” Soobin had recovered first, glancing at him with a full-bodied flush. He wrapped his arms around Taehyun, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, scenting him in a blanket of calm.
“Of course, I have a strong alpha who goes along with everything I wanna do.”
“You know I would lay down with you even if we didn’t wrestle, right? We all would.”
“I know,” he replied. The endorphin high was quickly fading. “But wasn’t this fun? Beat me up a little, throw me around. It makes knotting you feel that much better.”
“I am pretty awesome, aren’t I?” Soobin mused, pecking Taehyun on the cheek. “But maybe next time, ignore Beomgyu. I don’t think he meant that you should literally break my leg.”
Taehyun picked at his nails, avoiding Soobin’s knowing look. “Break your leg? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Wanna bet? I can show you.” He grabbed onto the bedframe.
Taehyun quickly pushed Soobin back down. Fine, he might have gotten too excited, but Soobin shouldn’t be trying to stand up to try and make it worse. They were very much still stuck together!
“Seriously, you’re a hazard to yourself.” He clicked his tongue. “Maybe I should have let you limp around.”
“Liar,” Soobin called him out. “I can feel you purring like a cat.”
“Whatever.”
“Love you, Taehyunnie.”
“...Love you too.”
After his knot went down, they moved to the bed, with him picking Soobin up and placing him gently on the comforter. After getting his new patient situated, Taehyun took it much easier, making love to Soobin much gentler than before. After the third time Taehyun knotted Soobin, his rut broke, ending by kissing Soobin with all the tenderness and affection he could muster. Their limbs tangled together close, with Soobin cuddled on his chest.
Victory in the name of love.
The beginnings of a sunrise spilled into the room, quiet and content in the early hours. Another month in the books. There was only one last thing to do.
He took Soobin’s head between his palms and crowned him with a kiss.