#omega!Donghyuck

[nctstar]

hi! i just read "one, two..." with djj × female pairing and i was wondering if you could maybe do a jeno, haechan and mark/jaemin version? i love your works!

your wish is my command bsf <3 also thank you so much! means a lot :)

don't let us kinkshame you!

“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”

“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”

pairing: markhyuckno x fem!reader, stylist!reader

other members: chenle (poor dude has no idea)

word count: 7.2k

genre: smut

warnings: this is purely a graphic smut so minors please dni!! foursome, everything is consensual (safeword is established + mentioned), dom!marhyuckno (hard dom!jeno), sub!reader, fanfiction smut is a main theme in this, wet dreams, alpha/omega/beta kink, alpha!jeno, sir kink, sort of muscle/size kink (i'm sorry but bulging biceps make me go insane), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly folks), rough sex (reader is manhandled/held down), degradation (liberal use of the words slut, whore, brat + other degrading terms), everyone has a ginormous dick, slight praise kink, sort of pain play (not really) intense orgasms, squirting, fingering (fem receiving), humiliation, oral (male receiving), nipple play, riding, crying during sex, spanking, begging, punishing reader sexually, profanity

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: thank you anon and sorry this is definitely the nastiest thing to ever come out of my imagination and onto my laptop. i think i'm on some sort of watchlist for sure

“Have you read it, _?”

“Read what?” The sound of the hairdryer muffled most sounds in the room, including Mark’s voice as you watched his mouth open and close with his answer. Running your hands through Haechan’s semi-dry locks, you noticed a lit-up phone in front of your face. Squinting, you read while your hands worked.

poison | alpha! jeno x reader | 18+

You swallowed thickly, but quickly composed yourself. Swiping the hairbrush off the dresser, you glanced at Haechan in the mirror, setting his hair at the same time. “Sounds like more action than you two would ever get in a week…combined.”

Haechan rolled his tongue inside his cheek, playfully annoyed while Mark remained undeterred, his eyes still glued to his phone. His eyes suddenly widen, and he looks away, a mix of morbid curiosity and shock in his eyes. “Damn...”

Haechan sneered. “Got a boner there, Mr Lee?”

An empty can of hairspray bounced off Haechan’s forehead with a dull thump, Mark’s chair now swivelled around to face him. “Guys! Let me do my job! We only have, like, 2 minutes to go, and Haechan, your damn hair isn’t setting.”

“I have to dye it every 2 minutes because I have a comeback that often, remember?”

“Have you been using the treatment I gave you last session?”

“Why? Would you give me a reward if I did?” His deep brown irises glistened under the harsh white lights as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Smacking his shoulder in response, you tried to hide the way your heart was fluttering inside your chest, like a million butterflies trapped in a glass jar. “Lee Donghyuck!”

“It’s okay baby, it’ll be better next time.”

“Gross.” Embarrassingly, you felt your core twitch at the mere thought of those words being taken out of context. “Such a dirty mind. You sure you didn’t write that alpha fic?”

You were getting brave, but something inside of you forced you to keep going. Haechan scoffed, rolling his eyes and swinging one leg over the other. “Yeah, I don’t have the hots for Jeno. Mark might, though.”

“Say it one more time, Donghyuck, I’m warning you.” Mark was shrugging the salon cape off himself, brushing lint off the stage jacket. He towered over his hairstylist, on her tiptoes as she fixed the strands of hair that spiked strategically on his forehead. His undercut teased you from the side, and you swallowed deeply, thinking about last night. As if on cue, Mark turned to look at you, as quick as you would glance at the barista for your morning coffee. “See you later.”

That was code for see you later with my cock down your throat.

∞

“Nghhh, Mark.”

“You’re doing so well, baby. Think you can go a few more times?”

You nodded slowly, the swollen bulb of his cock sticking onto the remnants of your lipgloss.

“Fuck, such a perfect slut. How did we get so lucky, hmm?” Your hair tangled in his long fingers, he pierced you on his thick length, tapping your cheek with his other hand when you gagged loudly. “Shhh, quieter. Don’t want anyone else to hear, yeah?”

You whimpered softly, desperately trying to open wider to accommodate him. He pushed you deep until your nose grazed his pubic bone, your hands immediately coming to his thighs as a reflex. “Good fucking girl. God, I’m so close. All for you, baby.” You pushed on his thighs when you felt your throat restrict uncomfortably, coughing up saliva as you soon as his cock left your mouth.

Mark tipped your head up to face him, your watery eyes staring back at him. “Gonna make you feel so good after this, yeah?” His thumb pressed down on your tongue hard, forcing drool to slide down your chin. “Use your words, slut. Tell me how much you need my cock.”

Mark was usually mean, but today he was mean mean, and, though you were taken aback, you couldn’t say you hated it.

Garbled sounds left your mouth as Mark slipped his other fingers inside your mouth, forcing you to babble nonsense at him. He laughed darkly. “So pathetic.”

“Mark, please.” You gasped as he released your mouth, fingers now grabbing your chin tightly. “Wanna make you feel so good, s-sir.”

“Wanna make your alpha feel good, baby?” You froze immediately, the word alpha stunning you into place like a deer caught in headlights.

You and Mark stared at each other for much longer than would normally be considered sexy, the energy in the air quickly changing into something painstakingly awkward. Not wanting to lose the momentum you both had gathered or, worse, discuss what just happened, you grabbed at his cock and shoved your mouth onto him, making him stumble backwards and groan. The air was filled with sounds of sloppy head, all caution thrown out the window as you bobbed your head through his orgasm, not stopping until you felt hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

∞

“Mark, I will never let you forget this.”

“Haechan, be serious here.” Mark unbuttoned the top of his jeans, breathing out in relief as the seams on the size-too-small pants released its iron-clad grip on his body. The inside of the car was dark, the only light being that coming from Haechan’s phone, illuminating the bottom of his face and lips, now curled into a teasing smirk.

Haechan leant forward, seemingly trying to hide the impending conversation from the poor staff member tasked on driving them back to their dorm. “You used the word alpha unironically while you were making _ suck your dick? I’m actually fucking dying right now.”

“Oh my god, yes, we get it, I tried something new and it failed miserably.” Mark hissed under his break, sneaking one glance behind him. “But what was weirder is…well, you should have seen the look on her face. It’s like she got caught or something.”

Haechan chuckled lowly. “Or maybe she was just weirded the hell out, Mark.”

“Well,” Mark scratched at his head, the hair gel residue now itching at his scalp. “We usually…do more. But today, she just ran out after that and didn’t say anything else.”

“Good job, Milk. You just ruined your chances at sex with her forever, you freak.”

Mark sighed, pretending not to have heard him and frowning as if deep in thought. Haechan raised one eyebrow. “You don’t mean to say…”

“What?”

“That’s not what you’re insinuating, is it?” The car began to slow, and both men became wary of the newfound quiet inside the car as they cruised down a near-empty suburb, the odd man or woman dimly lit by passing streetlights as the walked by. “What are you talking about right now?” As Haechan reshuffled himself on his seat to get closer to Mark, one leg brushed past his, and he cleared his throat, trying to be as unsuspecting as possible.

“You think she’s into that kinda stuff?”

“Well, why would she run away then?”

“Think about what we were doing before this.” The words felt unsure even as they left his mouth, hanging in the air with uncertainty. It was too ridiculous no matter how he looked at it. But just he had to say it.  

The elephant in the room.

“Wait, wait. That’s her story?”

“Woah.” Haechan put down his phone officially, the car now shrouded in a new darkness, both men squinting to make out the other’s face. “I meant that she might have read it. Not that she…well.” He was visibly puzzled now, his voice faint but quick like a flurry of feathers. “I mean, there’s that possibility. But maybe she was into it, and you reminding her of it made her embarrassed.”

“But why would she be embarrassed? We do worse things, for sure.”

“Okay, first of all, gross. Second, she probably hasn’t accepted it herself. I mean, that fic…” He leant back, his jacket crinkling loud in the almost silent car. “There’s stuff in there that goes way beyond your regular wild kinks and shit.”

“She doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl.” Both men sit in silence for a while, letting that sink in. “I mean…she would be confident enough to be bolder about that kind of thing, you know? She’s the kinda girl that knows what she wants, when she wants it, exactly how she wants it.”

“Right.” Haechan bit his lip, trying to hold back the words that’s so fucking sexy for fear of being teased mercilessly for months. He knew you belonged to no one, yet there was a part of him that recognised that you would probably never choose him to have your way with. The way you looked at Mark, eyes glazing over in deep submission, a stark contrast to the way you looked at him, so many things hidden behind those playful, bratty eyes.

Mark hummed under his breath, phone now in hand. “She’s coming tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I think it’s her shift tomorrow.” Haechan didn’t think, he knew. He knew you worked Mondays and Fridays and the occasional Wednesday, always arriving between 13 to 16 minutes early to go to the bathroom first, stepping into the dressing room just a minute before and no later. It was creepy, for sure, but he couldn’t help it. He felt the need to be ready whenever you were there. He needed you to see him only in the ways he wanted, layers of banter and smooth mannerisms hiding his true feelings underneath, the way his heart slammed against his ribcage and threatened to break free whenever you moved close.

“Well, we’ll see how she reacts then.” Mark slouched against his seat, his voice fading away as his attention shifted, and Haechan marvelled at how five second thoughts of you had rendered him completely amnesiac to what he was just talking about with Mark. He closed his eyes, letting his body naturally drift off into an exhausted slumber.

 ∞

“Hey boys.”

Your satin-clad hips swayed back and forth as you walked, one hand re-applying your gloss for what felt like the dozenth time.  “Anyone need a touch up or are we all good here?”

Mark was surprised at your easy demeanour, as if nothing was ever going on between you guys, let alone the encounter you two had had only yesterday. He cleared his throat, sweat dripping down his forehead as another staff member helped him unzip his top from the back. “You look…nice.” He wondered if it was obvious that he was trying to keep his eyes locked on your face, not wanting his gaze to linger too much on your body.

“Yeah, I’m dressed for the event after this. That’s still happening, right?” Your heels clacked against the linoleum floor as you stepped forward. Haechan was only two steps ahead of you, his hair in the hands of another stylist. You whispered something to her and she let go, walking away with the gel stick still in her hand. “Look forward.”

“Didn’t really strike me as the party type, _.” Your last name drawled off his lips, lazy and nonchalant. “Always stroke me as weird book girl in the corner type.”

“And what if I am?” You started backcombing his stiff strands, grimacing at the residue the gel was leaving and the way it was inevitably mixing with his sweat. “I can be both, can’t I?”

“Sure. You could be a writer, couldn’t you, _?”

Haechan could have sworn that even for a split second, a moment so small, so ­­blink and you’ll miss it, that you hesitated. Your hands shook with the energy of a tiny hummingbird flapping its wings, so swift it stopped as soon as it registered. “Nah.” You sounded different now, like you were feigning innocence to hide the fact that he had cornered you.

Mark and Haechan shared a knowing side-eye as Haechan felt firm pulls on his scalp. “You should probably get going, Mark.” His name fell solid in the air as it left your mouth, as certain as a command would be, and your peripheral vision caught the ends of his body as he packed up his things and left soundlessly.

It was only you and Haechan in the room now, the other stylists now long gone (a/n: how convenient!), leaving behind only the mess of a true makeup studio, products strewn haphazardly across the plastic dressers. You watched Haechan lick his lips on instinct in the mirror, only now noticing the various sticky notes adorned with Korean letters you weren’t too familiar with. “No, don’t. You’ll mess up the- oh, never mind.” You sighed, but it didn’t feel relieving at all, as if your muscles were constricting up again instead of letting go. Haechan talked at your reflection. “Sorry.”

A whirl of your arm sent his chair turning so he was now facing you, bending over to match his eye level. “Hold still.” As your breaths played out of sync, you were hyper aware of every sensation. The way your hairs stood on end. The smell of his musky cologne now filling your nostrils. Your bare legs suddenly burning hot, slightly brushing against the inside of his knees. Your eyes fighting to stay up at his face and not stray downwards. “That’s it.” You glazed his lips over with your applicator, gripping the tube and the arm of the chair in one hand.

You were used to these intimate positions, particularly with the job you had. But, as you realised you had just applied your own lipgloss onto him, a different feeling was dawning on you.

As you locked eyes, Haechan spoke, bold and ready. “It would be insane if you didn’t kiss me right now.”

The first noticeable sensation was the sticky mess that threatened to spread over the edges of both of your lips, lewd sucking noises now filling the air as you both dived deeper. Your tongue flitted over his lips and he groaned. “Fuck.” Readjusting in his chair, he slapped his thigh. “Sit, sit.”

“No.” Pulling away, you turned his chair once again to face the mirror and patted his shoulder. “Stand up.”

“W-wh…” Confused, he stumbled off anyway, wheels turning and the seat rolling away from the impact of his stand. He turned to face you.

“Good boy.” You smirked, lips now grazing the supple skin of his Adam’s apple, hands travelling down to his pants. “Is this what you wanted all along, baby?”

He stared, eyes slightly glassy, rimmed with smudged black kohl. Tilting his head back, he breathed soft moans onto your skin as you sucked on his neck, red blooming onto his olive skin. “A-ah.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, I need you right now, Hyuck.” Something about using his real name felt too intimate, affectionate even, and he kissed you as you unbuckled him, semi-stiff cock hitting your clothed pelvis. Pushing him back onto the vanity, you angled yourself, him eventually helping you by giving you a small lift once he realised what was happening. Up on your toes, one leg slightly elevated, you let your walls suck him in all at once. “O-oh, fuck.”

He thrusted upwards, iron grip on your hips unchanging as you clawed at his back, the studs on his jacket rough underneath the pads of your fingers. The pleasure was spreading to your chest, rendering you speechless. “Oh my god, oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You begged, feeling your thighs slip against each other as your own arousal dripped down your legs.

“_? You sleeping right now?”

You awoke with a gasp, your phone clattering onto the tiles as you sat up. “Woah, take it easy. You alright?” He leant over to pick up your thankfully intact phone, shuffling closer with one arm outstretched and eyebrows gently raised.

Before you was Lee Jeno, blonde hair grazing the top edges of his round eyes, body bulging against the thin fabric of the white shirt. His waist accentuated by a thick leather belt, you noticed the outskirts of his toned stomach peeking out from under his top. Gulping, you nodded. “Y-yeah. Thanks, um…” His name died on your lips, as if some sort of curse prevented you from ever uttering it.

“Here. You sure you’re okay? You were sleeping pretty deeply, even in this noise. Sorry, I didn’t know if I should wake you…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I mean, I’m the crazy one, right? Sleeping at a party!” You tried to laugh it off, but a snort came out instead, and you blushed intensely. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.

Unfazed, Jeno smiled, eyes turning into semicircles as he did. “It would be fine if you went home, you know.” He tilted his head, blonde hairs perfectly aligning to one side. The charisma radiating off him froze you in place, and you had to unglue your eyes from his face. “Ah, yeah.” Truthfully, your body felt like it had been through a dryer, and your joints were cracking like popcorn. You needed sleep for sure.

He jumped from the couch, letting you bounce slightly. Looking up, he extended his arm. “Come. I’ll drop you off.”

∞

You felt exposed. Not only because you were in the skimpiest outfit you owned, but because halfway through you and Jeno’s exit from the party, he had decided it was too cold and had changed into a hoodie and sweats, making him look less and less like a colleague or client or even friend and more like an idol sugar daddy. Nevertheless, you didn’t oppose his company, and you both rode back in silence, his knees knocking into yours occasionally, making your heart flip each time.

It’s not that he made you nervous, typically, despite your tiny little crush on him. But it was the way he woke you up right in the middle of your wet dream with another man, mere hours after his bandmate had you on your knees sucking him off. Every time he leaned over, your name leaving his lips so effortlessly as you stumbled over yours, your hands shook with the thoughts than ran wild in your brain. Did he know? You wondered, as he droned over some tiktok video, whether he knew about your sexual rendezvous with his bandmates, some real and some imagined, and the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach only grew as time passed.

It didn’t change as you had reached in your apartment, him somehow still on the topic he was on in the car, now manspreading onto your couch as you sat quietly across from him.

“But like, do you get it, _?” He sipped on the coffee you had made for him, marvelling at how quickly he drank something that usually took you an hour to finish. “Not bad. But why would he even do that, you know? Maybe she didn’t realise that he knew, but oh boy, he definitely knew.”

“Right.” To be clear, you had lost the plot ages ago, shamelessly thinking more about how close in proximity your bodies were, how comfortable he suddenly was around you, and what it all meant. “Do you want, uh, something else.” Shyly gesturing at his empty mug, you tucked hair behind your right ear, the movement unsteady.

He stared directly at you now, letting your anxiety rise and fill the space between your bodies. Holding the gaze, he dropped the mug in front of himself on the table, only then dropping his head dramatically in between his collarbones. You frowned.

“Sorry.” He muttered. “I must be annoying, right.”

“No, no, not at all!” Your voice was much more high-pitched than a woman with any self-esteem, but you kept going. “I mean, that’s fine, Jeno, really. It’s nice to see you, like passionate, and um…” Your babbling continued, and he only smirked in response. Your stomach turned as you suddenly watched as his eyes change, darken around the edges. Suddenly the lights in your apartment felt harsh, exposing, like the lights on a fresh crime scene.  

“_. I know about the fic.”

“What fic?” It was on instinct, but your ears starting ringing, blood running cold in your hands and feet. This isn’t real. This is another dream.

“Awww, don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s okay to think those things about me.” He slumped backwards, one arm around the back of the couch, a subtle cocky smile starting to bloom across his face. “Markie told me how good you are anyway.”

“Jeno…” You fought the urge to gasp, your face burning from the inside out. “I, wait, um…”

“Shh, stop that.” He leaned forward with an almost-too-eager attitude, but he held himself back as he spread his knees wide, pointing at the ground. “Here.”

“Fuck, this isn’t happening.” Your hair whipped the sides of your face as you shook your head vigorously, slowly gazing up at his long frame as you did. You swore you heard him laugh quietly. “This is another dream, isn’t it.”

“So you dream about me?”

“No, it was about Hae-“ Jeno’s eyes widened before he guffawed loudly. “Fuck, _, you’re nastier than I thought. Was he good? Better than Mark?”

It was your turn to be shocked, eyes widening as he shook his head, letting his hair ride up his forehead. “Why, did you think it was a well-kept secret? Have you seen Mark? He glows with the radiance of a man who gets his dick sucked on the regular.”

“Jeno.” You wanted to be stern, but your voice came out kind of soft, almost like a whimper.

Jeno rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling, _. You heard me the first time.”

“But-“

“But what? If you want to stop, you can just say cherry. That’s what her Jeno told her to say, right?”

He had read the entire thing. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.

As your body filled with an airy energy, you realised you were actually getting horny. He wanted you, maybe even needed you, and that filled your stomach with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. You slowly gulped, hearing the couch shuffle as you moved off it, walking over to him.

“Good girl. On your knees, baby.” You obeyed silently, eyes onto the floor as you waited.

“What are you waiting for, slut?” You felt Jeno’s rough hands grab the short strands of your hair, making you squeal like a tiny animal. “Do you wanna go home without tasting alpha’s big cock tonight, hmm?”

“Nnngh…n-no.” You eyes began to water at the force pulling on your scalp, hands fumbling around the waistband of his grey sweatpants. Your heart began to pound as you eyed the sizable bulge he was forming in his boxers.

“That’s it. Now hands behind your back.” As his length sprung out of the tight confines of his underwear, you cried out as it hit you square in the nose. “O-oh my god. Oh…fuck, wait, I don’t know.” Feeling Jeno’s unforgiving grip on your head keeping you dangerously close to him. you brought your palms to his knees, ready to push him away.

“What is it now?”

You shook your head, throat constricting already at the thought of his length inside your mouth. “It’s…well…fuck, it’s huge.”

As you looked up at him, you watched him give you a condescending smile. “Do you think alpha cares about you, baby, hmm? Why are you telling me all this? I don’t give a flying fuck. You either take all of me, or you leave. But you’ll leave a bad omega.”

Any other scenario where someone said something like this would have made you cringe, maybe even laugh, but today you felt your breath catch inside your lungs, as if someone was squeezing them extra tight. Word for word from the fic.

Whimpering, you folded both your palms around his girth, making him hiss. “Oh fuck, can’t even wrap my hands around it.” you whispered.

“You guys started without us?”

You jumped off your knees, your brain already forming the myriad of excuses before the initial shock settled and the words finally registered. “What the hell are you two doing in my apartment?” You glared at Mark, and now Haechan, who was slowly starting to come out of the shadows like a creepy stalker.

“Spare key.” The metal glinted as he hung the keychain off his fingers before grabbing it in midair. The same key you had handed Mark a few weeks ago, back when your little sessions were becoming daily (or multiple times a day) and you were sick of having to do the whole thing where he would have to come to your place an hour after you had arrived in case people were following him, or worse, taking pictures. He would have to wait into ungodly hours into the night on days you worked the night shift, which would let the spontaneous lust you had both gathered over the course of the day fizzle out by the time your tired body came home. You couldn’t be seen together outside of the workplace for various reasons, so having him come first carefully and you after had been working pretty well so far.

Except, well, for times like this.

“Mark!” You exclaimed, now fully facing him and closer to his lean frame, the waft of cologne hitting you as you trodded towards him. “Are you serious? You came here without my permission? And let someone else come too, at that!” Haechan acted insulted at this, mouth parting in mock surprise.

“I’m sorry, baby. But come on, Jeno had a great idea that we just couldn’t miss.” He brought one hand to stroke the side of your face, making you wince slightly. The ends of his fingers were like electricity, having more power over you than you liked to admit. You made eye contact with Haechan, and it was like you were back inside your dream. This. Wasn’t. Happening.

“I-wait…are you guys…seriously, what, you’re not saying-“

“Alright, talk over. Get over here, _. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Jeno let one arm hang lazily across the arm of your couch, another one stroking his length at an agonising pace. Your eyes felt like they were bulging out of your sockets, and your stomach churned nervously.

“Stop drooling and suck me off like a good omega. Come on, don’t be shy.”

You were on your knees again, Jeno’s cock at eye level, trying to ignore your newfound audience with a very telling tremble of your legs. Opening your mouth, you began to suck around his tip, the salty precum exploding on your tongue. You felt a hand on the back of your head, and you jerked away immediately. “Stop teasing. Come on, show your alpha and these dumb little betas what you’re good at.” You whined. “Fuck, fuck.” Choked cries filled the air as Jeno impaled you on his cock with one hand, his tip hitting the sensitive part of your throat and making you gag loudly.

As he pulled you off, strings of saliva attached him to your lips, embarrassingly making your core clench around nothing as you marvelled at how filthy this entire situation was. “So big.” Your voice was raspy, juices slathered over your chin as if he’d been fucking your mouth for hours. Jeno let you engulf him whole again, the sloppy sounds becoming more rhythmic as he bounced your face back and forth on him. “Hands off me and behind your back.” You balled your fists as you listened to him, closing your eyes as he groaned in pleasure. “So warm and tight. All for me, yeah?” You shook your head up and down as you hummed in response, looking up and him with your watery eyes.

You watched Jeno’s eyes drift away from you to something behind. “Ah, wait, let me get her off me first.” His voice changed now, you barely comprehended what was happening as you gasped for air post pull-off, before feeling a resounding slap on the back of your bare thighs. “Ah!”

“You think you can just leave me after sucking me off, baby? After all that we’ve been through.” You felt your skirt be pulled up, making you sit back on your heels. “Nuh-uh. Get up, let me see you.”

“Fuck, Mark, I didn’t me-oh!” This time he hit your ass, hard, jolting you onto Jeno’s thigh, his cock still grazing the side of your cheek. “Oh, fuck. Mmm.” You tried to shuffle forward but Jeno grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them on his thigh on one side. “Take it like a good girl.” The sting was immediately compounded by the feeling of our own arousal dripping down your thighs, the nasty realisation dawning on you that these assholes were recreating every scene that was written in that damn fic.

“Oh my god, I just wrote it, I didn’t…ah, Mark,” You whined as he squeeze a sensitive part of the plush on your backside. Between hits, you managed to sound out, “I, oh…ah, I didn’t write it for me – oh fuck! Nngh, didn’t mean it, oh my god.” Tears threatening to spill, you resorted to begging. “Mark, M- sir, please!”

“You called, baby?” Trying to turn your head uncomfortably back, you coughed. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean it?”

“What was that, hmm?” Two fingers in your sopping core and you gasped. “Ah, mmm, sorry, sir, ah…”

“So fucking wet. All from me punishing you like that. Is this what you liked all along, you dirty girl? To be our little sadist fucktoy.” One hand around your shoulders and another still knuckle deep inside you, he pulled you up so that your back hit his clothed chest, grip tight and unfaltering. You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers curl up towards your g-spot. “S-sir, fuck, so good, so good, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, want more.” You began to bounce your hips on his fingers, head floaty. A sharp slap across your face brought you back to reality, head whacking against the bony part of Mark’s upper chest. “Fucking whore, moving without permission like that.” Jeno was now gripping the ends of your chin, groin facing you once more. “Finish the job, baby. Don’t fucking care what he’s doing.”

“Yes, alpha.” You could have sworn you heard Haechan sigh, a mixture of pleasure and awe, but the moment passed as you took Jeno’s monstrous length once more, your jaw aching already. Mark took this opportunity to start fucking his fingers into you faster and faster. His teeth grazed your earlobe. “You like this, baby? Or you too busy tasting alpha cock to care?”

Your body squirmed under his arm, feeling his muscles bulge against you. Your head felt like jelly as Jeno pounded into you, one hand pushing your forehead down into place. You felt like a little doll being passed around, a slave to your desires, and you screamed as you came, liquid squirting out of your hole and all over your tiled floor as you did.

Your head began feeling floaty, but Jeno wasn’t giving in, and neither was Mark. You tried to get away from his fingers, core already sensitive from your orgasm, but he began to stroke your pussy once more, making you shake your head. Too much. The words were muffled around Jeno’s length, but they seemed to get the idea. “Just a bit more, baby. Tap me if you want to stop.”

Your hands in place, you let Jeno finish inside your mouth, cum leaking from the edges of your lips even as you swallowed diligently. “What a good omega.” Jeno cooed as you fell forward onto your hands, Mark finally releasing you. “Fuck, that was so good.”

“We’re not done yet, honey.” Your head whipped up, looking at Jeno towering over you, cock now hanging limp. “You haven’t taken your pretty boy-toy yet.”

Meeting Haechan’s eyes, you suddenly felt self-conscious at the way you were – skirt half up your ass, wet thighs and chin, a true testament to how much you had been used. Your eyes travelled to the unmistakable tent in his pants, dawning on you that he wanted you too. “H-Haechan.”

“Should’ve just told me you wanted me, baby? Do you know how many times I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you until you begged me to stop? Now I know what a perfect slut you are…”

“Fuck, Hyuckie…”

“Oh, baby.” He began to unzip his pants, hazelnut skin illuminated in the dim lights as you looked up, crawling over shakily. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

“Want you so bad. So…s-so much…”

He stopped in his tracks, eyes rolling and crossing his arms across his chest, much to your dismay. “Seems like you don’t want me that bad.”

“No, fuck, I do, I do, I-“

You felt Jeno’s hand land on the skin of your bare ass, making you flinch and look behind in surprise. “Go beg for cock, baby. I know much you need it. Don’t care who’s it is, do you?”

“N-no, I care, I do.” You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt frustrated, feeling like you were being teased unfairly. “I need all of you, please, please.”

“Use your words.” Mark’s voice was stern, unwavering, making you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt blood rushing to your head, impairing your ability to think.

“I felt alpha’s cockhead tease my entrance, and I sunk onto his thick length, crying out as I did. I felt so fu-“

“Oh my god, no, stop. Stop.” You tried getting up, but your legs wobbled, making you stumble forward ironically onto Haechan, his hands now on the sides of your arms, steading you. “You alright? What is that?”

“It’s the fucking fic, oh my god.” In the heat of the embarrassment, you hadn’t noticed Haechan drag you onto his lap, letting you hang your head over one shoulder as you buried your face in your hands. “So embarrassing.”

“Another man’s cock, possibly a beta, pushed inside me with my alpha. Nails dragging against my alpha’s muscular back, I cried, saying it was too much, the stretch ripping me apart, but alpha held me down, shushing me. Pain turned to pleasure and I threw my head back, letting my release spray all over the two men, passing out as soon as I did.”

“Holy shit. I hadn’t seen that part.”

“Yeah, it’s part two. She wrote that last night. Probably too horny to go to sleep, were you, baby?” Your tear-streaked face now facing Jeno, you shook your head. “No. I wrote it-“

“Don’t talk back to me. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But don’t stop because you’re shy. Tell us what you want, baby.”

“Yeah, _. Don’t let us kinkshame you.”

Haechan now sucking on the thin skin of your neck, you gasped, eyes fluttering and your bare pussy now resting on his clothed bulge. “Fuck, uh, need to be fucked, filled, with both of you. Take another in my mouth, please, fuck, I wanna cu-“

“That’s better, slut. Begging to cum like the whore you are, rutting against him like a little bitch in heat. Go ahead, ride him. Do it properly or you’re not cumming again.”

Your hands scrambled for the zipper, Haechan throwing his head back as his hard, long length sprung out of his fly. He groaned and grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing hard as you pumped him impatiently. “Don’t tease.” Lifting yourself up, you aligned your soaking core to his tip, moaning in staccato as you let gravity let all of him be sucked inside you. “H-Hyuck, oh, fuck, so tight.”

He readjusted his hips, making your hair fall in front of your eyes and your hands slam, splayed out onto his upper chest. “Ah…” You moaned as you rode him, feeling every inch pound your insides, tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Haechan guided your face to his and slammed his lips onto yours, letting your moans escape into his mouth.

Leaving love bites on your collarbone, Haechan dragged one hand under your shirt, rolling the ends of your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. “H-Haechan, oh, wait-“ You cried out as he pinched the end, not hard enough to be excruciating, but enough to be uncomfortable enough to make you cry out, letting some of his length slip out. “Fuck! I’m sensitive, please.” You heard him shush you, your whines lost amongst the sounds of skin slapping skin as you rode him diligently, trying not to slow down as he played with your chest. “Just felt you squeeze around me, good fucking girl. You like having your body played with like a little brat, hmm?”

Jeno pulled your head back by your face, Haechan releasing your left nipple with an agonising pull, making you cry out. Bringing your upper body back to meet his, he wrapped one arm around the bottom of your stomach, firm and unforgiving. “You wanna take alpha too? Hmm?”

Incoherent sounds left your mouth as you felt Haechan’s cock slide out of you, tingling from the closeness of your orgasm. You felt a sharp smack at your core, making you arch your back. “Haaah…fuck! Yes, yes, s-sir!” Trying to shut your legs on impact, you felt Haechan pry them open again, and, with Jeno tipping you forward, you let him slide back in. Haechan wrapped one arm around the back of your shoulders, another on your lower back, pushing you down on him.

“Hghhh, alpha, please…” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for anymore, your voice sore from all that had happened already. Feeling Jeno’s massive bulb press against your core, your breath quickened. “Ah, fuck, what if it doesn’t fi-oh, ah…” You and Haechan moaned in unison, feeling the tight space get even tighter as Jeno pushed inside, inch by inch.

“Fuck, my little omega takes cock so good.” Tears ran freely down your cheeks, the stretch borderline unbearable but addictive. Your muscles sloppy, you gasped. “I’m so stretched out, alpha, please, can’t move…”

“Shh, you just lie there, baby, and cum when you need to, okay?” Jeno’s voice suddenly soft, you felt something warm spread across your stomach. “Yes, y-yes, alpha, trust you, wanna be good f’you, ah…” You cried softly as Jeno started sliding slowly in and out. “So good, alpha, so good, please, fuck me, oh god.” Jeno started picking up his pace, rendering you speechless, squeezing the back of Haechan’s neck as he jerked his hips up in sensitivity. “Oh my god, Haechan…” Burying your mouth into his neck, you felt a tap on your head as soon as you did, looking up in reflex. Haechan let go of your upper body, letting your hips roll against the two cocks now sliding in and out of you at a pace that was only getting faster. “Did you forget about me, honey?”

“N-no, Markie, ah…” Letting your chin rest against the arm of the sofa, Mark slid his cock easily down and out of your throat, letting the saliva messily drip all over his aching length. “Fuck, what a good cockslut. You think you can get me off again, hmm? Swallow it all like a good girl?”

You nodded, but a sharp smack to your ass made you shake and lose your balance, Jeno pulling you back onto his chest again. “Did you ask alpha for permission, brat?” You cried as Jeno pounded you ruthlessly, shaking your head and mumbling apologies in between moans. “What do you want, baby? Use your words. Or I swear to you I’m not letting you cum.”

“Mmm, wanna suck Markie’s cock, alpha, ah! And…swallow his cum, oh, fuck!” Haechan pushed his length harder into you as Jeno pushed your hips down. “Fuck, alpha, fuck, want you and H-Hyuckie to fuck me while I do it, please, please…” You sobbed as Jeno released you, seemingly happy with your words as he snapped his hips into you. “Oh my god…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes, feeling Mark bringing your near his cock as the pleasure made your legs vibrate. “Hang on, baby. Cum with my cock in your mouth.”

“Alpha, cum, please!” You cried, voice disappearing as you choked around Mark’s thick length. Jeno tapped the back of your hips, mumbling something in support just as soon as you saw white, feeling your own juices spray uncontrollably and your hole constrict as you came around both of them. Haechan cursed as he filled you with his own thick release, Jeno pressing you down as he came into you seconds later. Mark used your mouth as you weakened gradually, muttering sweet praises as he shot his load down your throat, the bitter taste waking you out of your trance.

As you heaved, you wrapped your arms around Haechan, feeling multiple hands rub up and down your bare back. “That’s a good girl. Good job, baby.” You nodded, closing your eyes and drifting off, your body and mind well and truly spent.

∞

“Hey, you alright?” Chenle looked at you with a hint of concern, not clear whether it was directed at you or at his makeup that was now looking a little bit unusual. You shook your head with the tiniest movements, tapping his cheek again with a pale blush. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t move your head.”

“Fine. You just seem different today.”

“I’m okay. Just a low energy day.” Beside you, Haechan and Jeno shared the smallest side glance, Mark smirking at himself as he changed behind the mirrors.

“Big night?” Chenle smiled at you through the mirror as you scurried around the drawers, looking for the angled eyeshadow brush, his hands adjusting his hair to his liking. You sighed, a true muscle fatigue-likes feeling spreading through your body and getting worse with each client. You were actually so tired, and, unprofessionally, not hiding it very well.

Then again, you were probably doing something that would be considered generally much more unprofessional, so you didn’t let it bother you too much.

“You could say that.” You slammed one drawer a little too hard, apologising immediately to the drawer and then rolling your eyes in frustration and embarrassment. “I-I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back.”

As your heels clacked away, getting softer and softer, Chenle got up, letting the salon cape fall away from him. “What’s up with her?” He mumbled to no one in particular before walking away. Mark soundlessly nodded to Jeno and Haechan, a nonverbal assurance that he would be outside, and Jeno patted Haechan’s shoulder as left shortly after, leaving only Haechan in that small backstage room.

As Haechan stared at his reflection in the mirror, makeup done and hair only half, he opened his lips, letting some tension escape his body.

He thought about you.

How maybe his little white lie didn’t technically hurt anyone in the end.

Technically.

Technically, you were the one who got fucked (in a good way) and got the money for translating poison.

Technically, you did write it. Just not from scratch.

Technically, you were also into that.

But so was he.

He remembered how embarrassed he was when you first found out, and what you said to make him feel better.

“Oh Haechan, don’t worry about it. Don’t let me kinkshame you.”

How right you were in the end.

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[jenosbigtoe]

your abo fics slaps so hard honestly 😩😩😩 please write alpha!haechan w my beloved breeding kink… only if you’re up for it ofc! the way he’s been hitting the gym lately got me all 🤪🤪🤪

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: brother’s best friend!alpha!lee haechan x mark’s little sister!reader

warnings: breeding, creampie, unprotected sex

a/n: idk why i can’t just write a normal abo fic i gotta add another trope… but brother’s best friend!hyuck is so.

it should be a federal crime for lee donghyuck to look that fucking hot.

it was obvious he had just come from the gym, wearing a black tank drenched in sweat and grey sweatpants. he reeked of pure alpha pheromones, making your little pussy dampen and drool. he had been working out so much lately, you could tell. his arms got so beefy and his chest so thick, veins popping out as he bragged about his gains to mark. you fantasized about how it would feel to get pinned underneath him as he took you as his omega, your face buried in his burly chest as his biceps held you down.

as he stood in the doorway to your room, he gave you a flirty wink and blew a quick kiss. he definitely noticed you eye fucking him. “sup, babe.”

you groaned and threw a pillow at his big head. “ugh, hyuck, get out. mark still isn’t back from class if you’re looking for him.”

lee donghyuck. your brother’s best friend, whom you’ve known since he was the annoying little shit that was attached to mark’s hip at 6 years old and teased the daylights out of you for being such a little baby that still clung to big brother markie. the donghyuck that once put a frog in your hair and let it pee on you. the donghyuck that has blown out the candles on your birthday cake every single year, for 17 years, since you were 5. the donghyuck that was only a year older than you but still treated you like a little baby.

in spite of all his teasing, you always had a huge crush on him. and he knew that. he loved taking advantage of that fact. when you finally presented as an omega a year after he presented as an alpha, he took his teasing to another level. making sure to grab your hips as he walked past you, pretending to hump your ass when your back was turned. rubbing his scent all over you when markie wasn’t looking, giving you a sly wink when you were sufficiently claimed and red in the face. getting really close to your face to brush a hair out of your eyes, almost as if he was going to kiss you.

you didn’t really know what your relationship with him was. really, you wanted nothing more than to be his omega and for him to be your alpha. but he just loved teasing you and you loved all the attention you got from it.

“oh no, babe. i’m not looking for mark.” his eyes held a dangerous glint as he slowly walked over to the side of your bed.

you stared up at him nervously. “hyuck, what are you doing?”

he wordlessly crawled onto your bed and pinned you underneath him. strong hands grabbing your small wrists and body pressing you down into the mattress. his pupils were blown with lust as he looked at you like a piece of meat in front of a hungry predator. your heart was beating out of your chest. you felt like your blood was on fire and your stomach was going to twist itself into a pretzel.

“donghyuck, what the fuck are you doing?” your voice was small and nervous.

he leaned his head down to nuzzle your neck, inhaling your sweet scent deeply. you were getting dizzy from the pheromones emanating from his body as he kept you pinned beneath him.

“fuck, omega. let me stay like this for a second,” he groaned into your neck. you felt his hardening cock rub against your thigh. your pussy started drooling and screaming for him.

“hyuck…”

he shushed you by pressing a hard kiss to your mouth. he sucked on your lips like a man starved, grinding his erection against your thigh and keeping you pressed into the mattress so you couldn’t escape. you moaned at the contact, reciprocating the kiss with the same fervor.

he suddenly broke the kiss to look you deep in the eyes. you could see the flaming hot desire burning beneath his pupils. “omega, let me make you mine? please? i’m tired of these games. let me make you my mate, omega.”

your heart soared with happiness. you couldn’t hide your excitement as you grinned and nodded your head vigorously. were you dreaming? donghyuck had never even this was everything you had ever fantasized about and more. your dream alpha taking you and making you his? and you didn’t even have to do anything besides sit here and look pretty?

he took you balls deep, easily slipping his fat cock inside your dripping cunt. you were already so wet for him. such a good omega for her alpha. so perfect and all for him. you eagerly took everything he had to give you. after all, he was your alpha.

“a-ahh! ah! alpha, please!” you sobbed into his shoulder, mind numb and pussy clenching from pleasure. your legs shook from around his shoulders.

“fuckkkk, feel so good, omega,” he pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head and caressed your cheek. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this day. how long i’ve waited to finally make you mine. just couldn’t take it anymore.”

his hips drove impossibly deep into yours, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. your cunt gushed and clenched around his thick cock. his heavy balls slapped against your ass and made lewd sounds from the wetness of your pussy.

“alpha!! please!! don’t stop!” fat tears of pleasure rolled down your face.

you buried your face into his thick chest and grabbed onto his beefy arms for support. his delicious scent and intoxicating alpha pheromones filled your head and left you feeling so so needy for him.

your sweet pussy clenching and dripping around his cock was too much for him to handle. “gonna cum, omega, and you’re going to take it all. you’re going to take every last fucking of my load. gonna fuck my cum into you til you’re round with my pups and everyone has to know you’ve been claimed by your alpha.

you nodded your head vigorously, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts. “yes, please, alpha!! i need your cum so bad! cum inside my pussy, please!”

with a final hard thrust snapping against your hips, he bottomed out inside your bruised pussy. you could feel his cock throb and twitch inside as his hot cum filled you up impossibly full.

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct dream #haechan x reader #haechan smut #lee haechan x reader #lee haechan #haechan

[haechaninmyheart]

an alpha’s desire

the image does not belong to me. credits to the original owner.

summary - gathering more information on the soon-to-be owner of seoul’s leading tech companies, should be an easy job, especially for someone like you but when you get your heat at the most unexpected time, things don’t exactly go in your favour. well, almost.

pairing - ceo! alpha!haechan x omega! f!reader.

genre - smut, non-idol!au, a/b/o au.

word count - 6k.

warnings - use of she/her pronouns, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (receiving), knife (pressed against your throat and used to cut off a piece of your clothing), ice play, reader gets a concussion, lip injury, tiniest description of his lip bleeding from biting it too much, wrists are tied to the bed, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, knotting, spitting, slapping.

author’s note - repost of an alpha’s desire. happy reading 💖

18+ content ahead, so minors don’t interact!!!

. . .

Lee Donghyuck, or more well known as Lee Haechan, is the only son of the owner of Seoul’s leading tech companies and is due to take over his father’s role soon. However, as of recently, he has also been suspected of leading a series of crimes, mainly cyber, including accessing unauthorised systems of rival firms and organisations within the same market but some others too. There is a risk that he might take it a step further with his cyber crimes if he lands his father’s position and that’s when the consequences don’t affect just his competitors’ problem but other organisations outside the technology industry. That’s only if he’s part of them. 

Another thing to note about Haechan is that he loves to party and tends to host one after each company event or every other weekend at his villa, not too far away from the city. Tonight, the company is celebrating 50 years since the founding of the well-known organisation at its main office building, which means Haechan will be there along with his parents and some of the top business people in Seoul. 

This also means that his apartment is empty and tonight, that’s where you find yourself. With a tap of the 6 digit code, you’re in. Sneaking in is easy for you. Most of those who live on the top floors of these apartment complexes are attending his party and this just makes it even more easier, but you are sure to keep your guard up. When things are going too well, there’s usually something about to go bad soon after.

Instantly, you are met with the strong musky scent as you push the door open with your gloved hand and step into the apartment. It’s overpowering, fills up your lungs and makes your body feel hot and shaky. Even with half your face covered with a mask, you can smell the intense scent and with a trembling exhale of a breath you step further inside his home to inspect your surroundings. The door you quietly close behind yourself and now find yourself standing in his hallway as you glance out one of the many large windows in his living room, and at the many buildings Seoul has.

There’s something rather calming about staring at the dark landscape from a very high floor; at the small white dots that resemble the windows of other apartments and at the small moving lights on the ground, cars rushing to get where they need to be this evening but right now the night scenery of Seoul city can be admired some other time. You’ve got a job to do.

Within the large apartment of his, you need to locate his laptop and any other evidence so you continue your little exploration of his apartment. Eyes carefully tracing over his kitchen counter, you’re still standing in the hallway area being mindful not to step on his beige rug with your boots so as not to leave noticeably marks. 

Haechan has plenty of people over at his apartment, lots of girls, that’s no secret. The neighbouring apartment has previously complained about banging noises through the walls late at night   and well… everyone already knows why. Though you still make an effort not to leave too much evidence. It’s a simple mistake and you aren’t a rookie in your industry anymore. 

His living room and kitchen have nothing important, that is obvious with a quick scan, so you assign yourself the task to find his bedroom, which you find is located at the end of the hallway. If the scent you considered was strong when you stepped into the apartment, it had your head spinning when you stepped into his room. 

As you hold the door handle tightly, letting out something in between a harsh breath and a high whine, you’re nearly double over. There’s no way you could get your heat. No. Not right now. You’re in the middle of a mission, at some stranger’s place. Well, Haechan was a stranger to you. You’d never met him in person, only seen pictures of him online when reading the news and when Taeyong presented you his file whilst you were discussing the surge in recent crimes, and how he was linked to them. 

The scent, Haechan’s scent, you pinpoint, it’s strong enough to have you surrendered but the man himself is nowhere to be seen. Mostly, you are grateful for that fact. You can carry out your job in peace (that is if you can even take a step into his bedroom) and you wouldn’t be on the verge of passing out or holding onto your own decent morals by the thread as you try to surpass the desire to be used as a cock sleeve by another Alpha. 

You squeeze your thighs together to soothe the growing ache in between your legs as you close your eyes. It gives you some level of relief, but not enough. You want an Alpha’s knot. No, you need it. 

You give yourself a minute, at most to gather yourself as you internally curse at yourself for being born as an omega, you hated it. Absolutely despised being born at the bottom with a sole purpose to reproduce. Why couldn’t have you been born as a Beta? You didn’t need to be claimed by another Alpha as his and bred, and nor did you want that life either. Though heats were rather difficult to bear without an Alpha blowing out your back whenever your heat symptoms become too much. 

Your body shakes at the thought. The thought of being claimed. Maybe you could change your mind now, right? Plenty of omegas still abide by traditionals rules, have their pack arrange a suitable Alpha mate for them and then be set for life. 

But the thing is you don’t have your own pack to do that. You don’t know where they are or if they know your whereabouts. Like a small percentage of the population you’d managed to successfully run away at a young age and had been taken in by the safety of a Beta who was kind enough to look after you. That Beta, who went by the name of Taeyong and was now your work colleague. 

“Oh, god.” You cry out, trying to straighten yourself up to the best of your ability. The slick, you can feel it leak and it’s soaking through your black jeans as you stand still. Standing where you are right now, isn’t helping either. Your target will definitely know that someone was in his city home without his permission, you’re leaving your scent all over his apartment and Haechan will have his suspicions too so right now, standing at the door seems safe. Even if there is no Alpha to pick up your scent now, he will later when he’s laying in his bed. 

You glance around his room from your hunched over position at the door, using his bedroom door to support yourself as the ache in between your legs only grows stronger. The dark walls make the room seem smaller than it truly is, the wall opposite the large window looks like a wardrobe made of dark wood. His bed moved slightly away from the wall has a rug underneath it, also of dark grey colour like his bedsheets, by the window is his desk and that’s where you spot the slim, easy to carry device. It's his laptop. 

Even with the pain between your legs, even more painful breaths you have to take and your skin feeling scorching hot, the corners of your mouth manage to curl up. The only reason you’ve dragged yourself all the way here this evening and you sure as hell won’t be leaving empty handed. 

You stumble towards the desk near the opposite side of the room, ignoring the symptoms of your heat as you focus on the object settled on the desk, your hands going to the pockets of your jeans to bring out a device to save a copy of all his files on. As you slide the laptop towards yourself and open it, you’re met by another barrier. It’s requesting a password. You type the same pincode you used to get into the apartment but it’s incorrect, you do the same for his date of birth and get the same response yet again. Perhaps it’s his date of birth backwards- 

“What’s a cute Omega like you doing in my apartment alone, huh?” You feel something cold and sharp pressed against your neck before the scent, his scent hits you. It’s Haechan. You aren’t sure how he had gotten inside the apartment, surely with your heightened senses now you’d be able to scent him out before he got to his room?

Haechan has got himself pressed against you, as you stand sandwiched between his desk and his body with his hand holding a pocket knife held to your throat whilst his other hand is held over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop you from breathing, just covers it enough for you to breathe in his scent.

You can’t even form a reply instead, too busy wondering how he was able to walk in and catch you with your nose not picking up his scent. He smells fucking amazing now by the way, you can taste him through your own mask and it’s making your mouth water. He couldn’t have been quick, there was still a short distance from the entrance of this apartment to his bedroom and you would’ve heard his footsteps in the hallway too.  

“And she’s in her heat?” He tuts, disapprovingly. “Little Omega should know better than to wander into an Alpha’s house in this state...especially when he’s near his own rut too.” He groans the last part of the sentence into your ear, burying his face into your neck as he takes in your delicious scent, greedily. He controls himself from wanting to dart out his tongue to taste your sweet skin, your delightful scent present on his tongue is enough for him to want his face in between your legs for a whole week.

You tense up at his movement. An omega near her heat and an alpha near his rut… that doesn’t sound too good. You don’t personally know Haechan to let his scent be present all over you like this but oh god, do you want that. 

Your eyes travel back to the laptop sitting open and waiting for the correct password to be typed in. The main reason why you are here. To collect information, perhaps against the alpha who’s got a good grip on you or in his favour. Quick thinking helps you in making a mental plan on how to escape his grip and grab the laptop before you make a run for it. It’s not the best, but the longer you stand against him, breathing in his scent, the lower your chances are of getting out that door without being further questioned or witnessing how exactly alphas deal with their ruts near an omega first hand. Though, first you need to distract him.

“Alpha.” You whine into his hand, your cheeks feeling flushed as you speak. It’s the first time you’ve addressed someone else in a tone as obscene as that. 

Haechan moves his face back up towards your ear, smirking against your skin. “Yes, sweetheart?” His hold loosens on the weapon in his hands as he gives you all his attention, waiting for you to continue. But you have nothing to say, not anything pleasant anyways and Haechan is met with a hit to his lip and nose area, making him instantly let go of your face, groaning aloud as he takes a step back. He squeezes his nose bridge and there’s a metallic-like taste present in his mouth. 

This gives you enough time to grab the laptop and make a dash for the bedroom door, though you don't get very far. Haechan is equally as quick as he grabs the back of your t-shirt preventing you from taking another step, his actions fuelled by his overwhelming rage. He can’t believe he’s just been hit in the face by an omega who’s broken into his apartment and is now trying to make a run for it with his personal laptop. 

“Just where do you think you are going with that?” He yanks you back, nearly ripping your top as he snatches the laptop from your grip. He tosses the device onto the bed, your eyes follow as it lands upside down and he immediately slams you into the wall. His free hand wrapping itself around your neck as he glares at you. His bottom lip is bleeding and you can feel the anger radiate off his heated body. “What do you plan on doing with my laptop?” 

You stay quiet, glancing at the name item behind him. You were so close. So fucking close. 

“Tell me.” He speaks through gritted teeth, squeezing at your throat and when you begin to struggle, your hands clawing at his around your neck until he lets go. You drop to the floor, pulling down your mask as you gasp for air as he stares at you. You don’t care if you're breathing in his powerful scent but the one thing you do care about is not leaving empty handed, that you are certain of. 

Haechan realises that too so he awaits your next move and when you come charging at him, he is quick to grab you, twisting your body to the side. Though he forgets to take into account how close he’s been standing to his desk and when your head hits the edge of the table, making a noise loud enough to wake the next door neighbours (if they were still home), Haechan is sure that he’s given you a concussion.  

---

When you open your eyes, there’s a throbbing sensation present in your head and you instinctively let out a groan. The burning ache between your legs has only grown and when you try to roll to your side, you feel a tug at your wrists. Glancing up you realise that they’ve been tied to the bed, you aren’t exactly sure where the fabric leads to but the dark fabric around your wrists prevents you from lifting your hands up more than a few inches. 

“Awake?” 

You snap your head towards the voice towards the end of the bed. 

“Don’t try to kick me, or I will tie down your legs if needs be.” Haechan takes a seat by your legs with a glass of whiskey in his hands. His lip, the one you hit your head with and made bleed, looks better now. “Now...tell me, why are you in my apartment and why do you need my laptop?” He speaks with a raised brow, looking down at you. 

You thickly swallow, your eyes fixed on his figure. Your skin feels like it's on fire and you can’t focus. At least not with an Alpha sitting so near you.

Haechan comes even closer, to place the glass on his bedside table and it makes your heat symptoms flare up. With knitted eyebrows you let out a whine, rubbing your thighs together. Haechan takes notice of this, a smirk spreading across his face. 

Your face mask has been removed, so his scent is even more powerful and intense than before, filling up your nostrils and lungs as you continue to take laboured breaths. Your chest is rising and falling at a rather quick pace. 

“So?” Haechan comes even closer, all up in your personal space and his scent has your insides screaming. At this rate he might as well be kissing you soon. 

You let out the most dumbfounded noise as you make eye contact with him.

“Can’t speak? Your heat that bad?” 

“What- No!” You protest.

“Little omega can speak after all...”

You helplessly tug at the restraints around your wrists before trying to pull yourself up. 

However Haechan is quick to react, pulling you down by your waist and then pinning you down by your hips. “Don’t you dare.”

This action of his sends a wave of arousal in between your thighs. You’re definitely sure you’ve soaked through your panties and jeans, you can feel it. And Haechan can smell it. The delightful scent present in the air and coming from you, he just wants to bury his face in between your legs. 

He moves his hands off your hips, opting to place one on your lower abdomen as he smirks down at you and his fingers trace the edge of your jeans waistband. Your face burns under his gaze. 

“What’s wrong, little omega?”

Replying with only a whimper at the choice of words he’s been addressing you tonight, Haechan settles his hand in the middle of your lower torso. You feel your eyes prickle with tears, you feel like you’re going to explode if he doesn’t stop his teasing, you feel too hot and you want him to do something more than just move his hands around your jeans like that. 

“Want me to go lower?” He groans.

A desperate moan erupts from your mouth and you feel his hand move lower. ‘Finally.’ You think to yourself as your body shamelessly reacts, your hips buckling up into his hand and allowing him to apply a light level of pressure to your core. 

“Needy?” He grins.

You don’t say anything. Mainly because you know this is wrong, you aren’t supposed to be feeling like this towards some alpha but you can’t help it and he isn’t just some alpha. It’s Lee fucking Haechan. The next owner of Seoul’s largest and well known technology company. You wonder how many other omegas desire to be in your position but you remember to him, you’re just another omega. You’re sure he doesn't even know your name. 

Haechan leans in, voice low enough to send shivers down your spine. “I asked you something, little omega.”

Your body is betraying your mind and under his gaze you feel submissive. A part of you, the submissive side of you as an omega wants this alpha to do what alphas do when they're in a rut; you want him to breed you but-

Work. 

Work would never allow this, Taeyong would never encourage you to make decisions like this in your heat and you never wanted to be claimed by an alpha. But he doesn’t need to claim you to please you, right? 

Right. 

You could just be another omega he’s fucked and Taeyong doesn’t need to know of this, nor does work. 

“Pl-please.”

“Of course, omega.” Haechan speaks in the softest of tones as if he hadn’t knocked you mere minutes ago with the edge of his desk. He moves onto the bed, settling himself in between your legs on his knees, pushing your t-shirt up, off your head and leaving it around your arms. 

Then goes your bra, his hand reaching around under your and skillfully unclasps it with minimum effort. Haechan smirks. He’s a fucking pro at this shit, he’s fucked enough girls to do this blindfolded. His hands are quick to go under the item of clothing, squeezing and palms rubbing over your sensitive tips. 

He pushes your bra up too, but when it doesn’t go further than your shoulder, Haechan decides he might as well cut it off. And he does. With the same knife he’d pressed your throat when he saw your figure by his desk and after he’s sliced through both straps, he tosses the item off his bed. 

He curses looking down at your bare upper half. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ He thinks to himself, admires the way you lay in his bed under him but all this staring is making you nervous. 

You’re not used to being looked at the way he’s looking at you, hungrily and you’ve never been topless in front of an alpha, or another person as a matter of fact. 

“Haechan.” You moan. You’re growing impatient. You’re the only one half naked, Haechan is still fully clothed. He’s navy blue blazer jacket isn’t on him anymore, just his white shirt that’s been rolled up at the sleeves and navy trousers but before he undresses himself, your jeans have got to go. You watch him fiddle with your jean zipper before pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.  

“Patience, little omega.” He cages you in his arms, leaning down to place a string of wet kisses from the back of your ear to a sensitive spot on your neck. One of his thighs slide right against your core, giving you something to grind against and you feel a burst of euphoria as you pathetically begin to rub yourself against his thigh, letting out little noises.

Haechan doesn’t know how he hasn’t lost control yet. The noises you’re making, the sweet scent you’re giving off, you’re driving him crazy and he thinks he’s holding onto his morals by a thread. He puts pressure on your core with his thigh, listening to your cries of pleasure. He’s nowhere near making you feel as good as he can though the human side of him wants him to go easy on you, show some element of mercy but his instincts are screaming at him to flip you over, push you ass up and fucking your little omega cunt full of his cum until your shaking from the intense pleasure.

A harsh suck has you crying out the alpha’s name once again and Haechan smirks against your skin as he continues the rough treatment with his mouth. When satisfied with himself, Haechan moves back from your neck and his fingers hook themselves around the waistband of your underwear. He’s feeling impatient to get a taste of you.

You watch his figure through half closed eyes as he removes the last piece of clothing on you, assisting him by lifting your legs closer to your chest as he slides your panties off. However, instead of throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom like the rest of your clothes, he scrunches it up into a ball and leans over you again, holding the item close to your mouth. 

“Open.” His voice is authoritative and you can’t help but do as he says. If it were possibly, your cheeks burn even more as he stuffs the soft fabric into your mouth. You can taste yourself but that’s not what’s on your mind at the current moment. 

Haechan dips his head in between your legs, tongue racing out to get a taste of you and as he licks a firm strip from your entrance to your clit, making you moan out. His hands are on your outer thigh, thumb stroking your skin as he nods his face against your heat. His nose brushes against your clit, making it tingle with pleasure. His licks are rapid, careless and harsh, he’s mean when he sucks on your clit, making your thighs tremble in his hold. You can understand why he’s shoved your panties inside your mouth in the first place. 

Haechan squeezes the flesh of your thighs when you struggle to keep them open and on the third time this happens, he moves his hands to your inner thighs before pinning them down. Spitting your cunt before mixing it in with your leaking slick. 

You groan out in embarrassment, you’ve never felt so dirty but you want him to do it again. However, the alpha has other plans, he pushes two fingers in, memorised by the way you just suck his fingers in. “You know,” Haechan starts off, scissoring both his digits inside of you. “Omegas are capable of taking an alpha’s knot during their own heat with little to no foreplay. Shall we test it out?” 

You clench around him, your thighs still as you maintain your eyes on his figure. 

“I think my little omega likes that.” Haechan chuckles with a grin on his face. You don’t know why he’s referring you as his, you aren’t. He hasn’t claimed you and nor do you want him to. 

Haechan connects his mouth back to your clit, using his tongue to stimulate the sensitive bud as he draws his fingers in and out of you. 

Instead of the aching pain in your core, you feel something build up and it feels great. 

The noises coming out of your pussy as he moves his fingers, curling them inside your, making out with your clit, all of this contributes to the ball of fire deep inside of you and it builds and it builds. 

You begin to shake again, raising your hips to meet Haechan’s face and he has to press you down with his free hand. It keeps building and building. You gasp with the ball of fabric in your mouth, damp from both your saliva and your slick as Haechan’s digits brush against something that makes your whole body shudder with excitement. 

Haechan continues to stroke that area inside of you making the pleasure grow and grow, and your jaw goes slack, your eyes roll back, your legs stiffen, your toes curl, until finally-

An electrifying pleasure washes over your entire body, like fireworks being set off and you hold your breath for a few seconds, convulsing around the two digits inside of you that are determined to draw out this climax for as long as possible. You aren’t able to make much noise with something in your mouth but the way your eyebrows crease and your heels dig into the mattress, the alpha knows he’s making you feel amazing.

Haechan’s warm breath fans against your heat after he removes his lips from your clit, his fingers stay inside of you for a moment longer, giving your g-spot a few gentle strokes before he slides them out. He replaces the fabric in your mouth with his fingers, the same ones he used to touch you. 

“Suck.” 

And you do. 

Tongue swirling around his digits as you moan. You’re a mess as you lick your own juices off and when Haechan removes his hand away from you, he lets you know with a repeat of your new nickname: his messy little omega.

“Now, how about we test…” 

You watch the alpha tentatively as he gets up from his bed. He removes his shirt and he’s impatient whilst doing so, rushing with the top buttons before yanking it upwards and then he reaches down to his bedside table, opening the first drawer. From a box, Haechan pulls out a golden square, holding the corner of it in his mouth as he kicks the drawer shut and begins to unbuckle his belt which places on his table next to the glass of whiskey he was sipping on earlier. 

You have a slight feeling he’s planning on doing something with that belt but all you can do is nervously gulp as you watch him. His trousers drop to the floor with a soft sound then his boxers, his cock springing out from the confinements of his pants and you audibly gasped at his size. 

Haechan laughs at your reaction, flaunting the size of his dick in his hand as he strokes himself in front of you, his tip oozing with pre-cum. He takes the thing in between his mouth, the condom of which the branded packaging you recognise and it’s a large size too. That you are sure of. He’s rather quick at sliding it down his length, as if he’s done it a hundred times already but then again, it’s Haechan, he probably has. 

The edge of the condom rests around his growing knot. Your eyes are fixed on his cock as he crawls back onto the bed and over you, both his hands planted on the mattress either side of you. 

“How well can you take my knot?”

Haechan really meant he wanted to test that whole ‘an omega is able to take an alpha’s knot during their own heat without much foreplay’ because he lines himself up before slamming himself inside of you, knocking all the air out of your lungs. 

You gasp out, your whole body moving upwards at his action. It doesn’t hurt though, it actually feels quite the opposite, your slick makes it all the easier for Haechan to thrust his cock inside of you and you tug at the restraints around your wrist. Your thighs squeeze themselves around him and you wish you could wrap your arms around his neck. 

Haechan’s got his face buried in your neck, grunting as he takes in your scent and with each thrust he’s pushing you up the bed. His knot teases your entrance, he’s not given you his full length yet. When he cums, he’ll think about it then. His teeth graze against your skin and you whine in your dishevelled and hot state.

Is he going to bite you?

Instead he licks over the skin he’s just teased with his teeth, pushing down the urge to claim you as he does with every other omega. Though, you aren’t just any other omega, you’d been in his apartment without being brought home by him and granted that you’d broken in but, same difference and you came to his home near the time of your heat as he was about to go into his own rut too. This couldn’t be a coincidence. 

The moans you let out each time Haechan fills you to the brim with his length are obscene and loud. You can feel your second orgasm build up. Your head is millimetres away from the headboard with the shirt around your arms in between that and the top of your head. Haechan’s powerful thrusts have managed to push you up and you use your hands, in attempts to push yourself back down.

Haechan helps you, dragging you down by the hips as far as you would come and he pushes your legs against your chest, folding you in half almost as he pounds into you. His eyes flash with anger, you aren’t sure why and his jaw is clenched. Haechan’s own heavy breathing is fanning against your neck, accompanying your moans with each slam he delivers into you. 

Your second orgasm is just as intense as your first. A wave of moans, groans and curses spill from your lips as you reach it, pulling excessively at the restraint around your wrists and you’re surprised you haven’t broken them with all this tugging as pulling. 

Haechan empties himself inside of the condom, groaning swear words and biting his wounded lip. The way your insides are milking him feels too good and he just wants to stay inside of you. He manages to draw out a little blood from his lips and hopes it’ll heal by tomorrow morning but if it doesn’t, he’ll be spending the whole week in the comfort of his apartment so he doesn’t worry over it too much. 

As he moves back, dropping your legs and letting you take a moment to enjoy the post orgasmic bliss, Haechan’s eyes wander over to the glass of whiskey on his bedside table when he discards the condom, it gives him an idea. Picking it up, he chugs down the remaining golden liquid and leaves the three ice cubes in his glass before scooping one out.

He places it onto your chest, watching you gasp and squirm at the coldness. He brings it across your chest in an ‘M’ formation before moving it down the middle of your chest and then over one of your nipples. His lips attached over your other one and you’re breathing heavily from the way his mouth feels. He swirls his tongue around the bud, presses it flat against it and any other tongue movement that comes to mind. When the ice cube melts, he takes another from the glass and switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple. “Feels good, doesn’t it, little omega?” 

You’re letting out the most whiniest cries and moans in response, too busy writhing under his body from the pleasure. You still haven’t fully recovered from your second orgasm and you can feel your third one build up as Haechan touches you.  

When the second ice cube melts on your chest, Haechan moves lower with the whiskey glass from the bedside table and takes the last ice cube, tracing it across your lower abdomen. Then lower, drawing various shapes on your inner thigh. Your chest is rising and falling at a quick rate, and you can’t keep your legs still. 

“Alpha.” You whine again, shaking your head. This is the second time this night you’re whining that but this time it’s different. He isn’t holding a knife against your throat but instead, he’s settled in between your legs with an ice cube in his hand and is rubbing it over the sensitive areas on your thigh. “It’s cold.” 

“It’s gonna be cold, it's ice.” He responds to your whine instantly, dropping the tiny cube of ice back in his glass and then setting it to one side. “Silly, little omega.” He says in a teasing tone as he towers over you once again and his hands come up to yours, intertwining with yours. “My silly, little omega.” He fiddles with the straps of the fabric around your wrists, removing them before pushing off your top and instructing you to turn over so that you are on all fours. 

You’re surprised by his animalistic stamina and you think about how many rounds he could go for before he can’t, as he lines you up. 

“You want more, little omega?” He groans, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your lips. Alpha’s in a rut could cum an awful lot, Haechan knows that. His instincts want him to breed an omega but the use of a condom prevents that. He isn’t ready for that.

You moan, of course you do. That’s what omegas are supposed to do after all. 

“Yes?” He’s still teasing your entrance. 

Stupid alpha. He said he was going to give you his knot but still hadn’t. What alpha does that?

He lands a slap on your ass, making you yelp in surprise at the sudden action. 

“Yea-yeah.” 

“Good girl.” Haechan grabs the back of your neck, pushing it down into the bed as he slides himself in with ease. He’s rough with his thrusts, after all you could take it and he’d prepared you enough already. Now you were ready to take his knot. His other hand, not around your neck, comes around to draw circles on your clit and he enjoys the way you suddenly begin to clench around his dick. 

Your hands are buried into his bedsheets, tugging as he rams into you at a quick speed. Your mouth hangs open, drooling onto his sheets and you let out various moans, whines, gasps as he hits all the right places. Your nipples brush against the fabric of his sheets too and it feels good. You squeeze your eyes closed as you feel a familiar hot feeling build up inside of you. 

Haechan can tell how you’re getting closer to your third orgasm as you grip his bedsheets, your knuckles bulging out as you pull the fabric. Soon, you aren’t able to hold yourself up, going limp against the mattress as you repeat the alpha’s name and Haechan follows your body, not showing any hint of mercy as you cry out. 

His knot feels huge and you understand why he hadn’t given it to you earlier. You're convulsing around him, breathing hard, there’s tears in your eyes because it just feels that good, your thighs are trembling uncontrollably and Haechan is enjoying every single bit of it. 

He stays inside you for a moment after the both of you have come, trying to catch your breaths as you lay against one another. He has a hand resting on your hip and it feels warm, the good kind of warmth. It is usual for alphas to do that, to make sure their omega doesn’t let any cum fall out or perhaps out of affection but you aren’t his omega. Though, you don’t complain.

originally posted on ‘jaesspresso’ but i no longer have access to that blog.

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[the-hellhounds]

Sitting on his porch after being discharged by Kun, Haechan held his injured midsection while watching over his pup playing with his firetruck he had gotten him.

Seeing the resemblance Minjun had to his mother, Haechan sighed as he looked down in thought.

Would things have been different if his first mate had stayed with him? Would he still be the smitten pup he was for her?

The day when Minjun was born comes back to him. A day he wished he hadn't felt so broken. 

.

"Just keep pushing, honey," Haechan had said as he held his mate's hand that squeezed him with every contraction she felt. "The baby's almost here!"

"You say that like it's easy!" The omega whined as she whimpered. Her entire lower body feeling tired from being in labor for so many hours.

Kissing her cheek, Donghyuck smiled. "Once he's out, you can rest," he says softly as he pressed his forehead to the side of her head in a sweet gesture he usually would do to calm her down.

As more screams in pain were let out by the omega as she held onto his hand, the doctor and nurses cheered as the baby was born crying.

"It's a boy!" The doctor smiled as they motioned for Haechan to cut the cord.

"Our little pup," Haechan smiled with teary eyes. His heart felt full as he was passed his first born to hold. He couldn't help to shed some tears as he caressed the small baby's cheeks. "He's so... tiny..."

"Is he okay?" The omega asks from the hospital bed as she was finally calming down from being done with giving birth.

"He's okay," he smiled, walking over to her to sit next to her. The small baby wiggling slightly in his blanket that he was wrapped up snuggly in. "He's got your nose, sweetheart."

"What will you name the baby?" A nurse asks the happy couple.

Haechan had turned to his omega, both sporting smiles and kissing each other's lips before he answers for them. "Minjun. Lee Minjun."

.

"Appa!" Minjun squeaked as he waddled over with a big smile on his small face. The toddler always happy to be near his father.

"Yes, buddy?" Chuckling, Haechan picked up his son in his arms. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, not bothering over how much pain he was in. He places his son in his lap and hugged him.

Pointing over with his small finger to where a car had dropped off someone in front of them, Minjun looked up at his father expectantly wondering who it was.

"What-" As he was about to ask what his son was pointing at, Haechan hadn't realized that someone had entered their territory. Much less noticed the familiar scent until it smacked him across the face.

"Donghyuckie..."

"S-Sua..." Becoming a stuttering mess, the hell hound didn't know how to react at seeing his first mate coming back and standing in front of him and his son 2 years later.

Smiling softly as she held her purse, Sua walked closer to them. "I missed you," She spoke as she squatted down to their sat position. "I missed my family."

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[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 12: haze

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner] [11: gambit]

wc: 5.6k

chapter warnings:  involuntary drug use, involuntary marking, dubcon explicit sexual content from a first-person perspective

recommended listening: colorblind - maddox

Lee Donghyuck, callsign Haechan [canis aureus α] (formerly 78th in line for the throne)

In the "first times for everything" category, Haechan ticks off the box for attempting to cook a meal with an erection that just won't quit. 

He feels like he's fourteen again, unable to control the blood flow to his dick during co-ed physical drills, when the sight and scent of a few of his comrades had him rushing to the coldest, farthest shower. 

Isolation in an Alpha-only designated military program hadn't been much better–just more confusing–but it had taught him how to channel his interest in play, and maybe even a little submission. 

For you, however, he's an open book. 

No amount of distraction can keep him from focusing on the soft shape of your lips (the thought of them closing around his shaft sends another twitch to his knot, still popped from his last session) or the way your tail has a habit of flicking when you're thinking (wouldn’t it feel so soft against his bare chest when he sank into your presented behind . . .?). 

It's this train of thought that has the fire alarm going off and yet another round of poorly-diced garlic, onion, and potato ending up drenched in fire extinguishing agent and the garbage. 

In the end he orders a delivery of his favorite fast food–a little bit of everything to please you, of course–pacing until the drone arrives downstairs laden with boxes.

He's feeling the elation of gifting you with your meal in proper Alpha fashion and maybe still a little distracted by the thought of your legs wrapped around him, so when he swipes the door open to the medical wing and immediately drops the armful of precious cargo it's because he is absolutely, 100% not prepared for the sight before him. 

Taeil is nowhere to be seen. You, on the other hand, can't be missed. 

The room is wall-to-wall fruits and flowers and sandalwood musk with you at the center of it, perched in the high desk chair at the doctor's main station, a VR rig strapped to your head. 

It's the sounds, he realizes–the tinny register of whatever is playing on your headphones matched by those coming from your throat, frustrated whines mixed with the occasional cry of pleasure, or maybe pain. Your movements are jerky and awkward and obscured by the loose-fitting medical gown you've changed into but it's clear you're mounting something, kneeling in the wide seat and leaning towards the desk for leverage. 

In an instant he's lost his fight with his body, blood rushing from his head so fast he's reeling. He has to adjust himself in his pants, throbbing at the contact, unable to tear his eyes off of you trapped in self-pleasure like you’d manifested from his deepest fantasies.

"You even so much as lay a finger on her and you'll no longer have a pack. You fuck her and it's death." Johnny had gone around the room to each member, making eye contact, ensuring the duck of a head or a verbal affirmation from each. 

Not one of them had resisted. Granted, there was still a question of what Taeyong thought was good for the pack but it wasn't worth breaking blood to find out.

A pack couldn't function without a prime, nor could it without complete obedience.

Doyoung had repeated the same thing with a softer edge of civility. 

"Any imposition on the prime's mate and you will be forced to accept a duel. Let's not let it come to that."

He'd come back to that memory more than a few times in the last few days, letting it act as a frigid reminder that you were strictly off limits, regardless of animal nature. 

He coughs, loudly, trying to announce his presence in a way that you can notice–earning nothing. His face and ears are on fire as he finally decides to take the food out the door and try again–locking the keypad.

Ring the doorbell. Ring the doorbell again.

He takes the opportunity to tuck himself into his waistband beneath his belt and pull his shirt over it, as well as offer a prayer to his ancestors that you'll never see it. 

He tries a few times before you open the door, hair wild and eyes starry with arousal, distracted and embarrassed. You've thrown on Taeil's white coat, which only adds a sheen to the fantasy currently playing out in Haechan's head.

Doctor, I need you to check on a huge problem I'm having . . .

"You're here," you say. By the looks of it you're hiding something, holding right past the sliding door. He nervously licks his lips, watching the way your fox-like eyes dart to his tongue.

"I brought you food," he says. He lifts the bag, feeling the slosh of liquid from a crushed sauce container.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you." 

You smile and relax. 

He's done for, he realizes. If he wasn't before–he is now–seeing what you look like when you're pleased. 

It was different with Taeyong–gifting him felt a little like laying offerings at the feet of a fickle god. He can tell you're incapable of dismissing even the tiniest gesture, as if you were starved for it. 

It makes his chest feel tight to see it.

"Where's Moon?" Haechan asks, carefully moving past you. He's conscientious of spooking you, knowing you're on edge and buzzing with anxiety. 

"In bed," you say, grabbing on to your sleek, dark tail to fidget with it. "It's weird. He's being weird. He said he had to take another suppressant and then he got sleepy again? And locked himself in?"

Haechan goes to Taeil's quarters, overriding the door control. He almost chokes on the smell of the other Alpha's pheromones. Under other circumstances it might be pleasant, even welcome to his jackal, but there's a tinge of metallic bitterness that makes him gag.

He can hear the older man's soft snoring, collapsed fully clothed facedown on his bed. He's glad to be spared the sight of whatever level of rut Taeil's going through in his dreams, if only because you don't need to see the second-in-charge and man providing you with medical care in that state.

He turns around to find you playing with the handle on the takeout bag, absentminded.

"Aren't you starving?" he asks.

Your ears twitch. 

"Kind of," you say. You make eye contact with him for a moment, just a little too long to be an accident. "It's hard to want to eat when I'm so . . ."

"Thirsty," Haechan interrupts, smacking his forehead. "I forgot drinks."

"It's fine," you say, blocking him from leaving. He can't hide the sound he makes when your hand presses to his sternum, light but like a lead weight. 

"I should get some dishes, too–" he panics, moving back, panicking more when you follow. 

"Taeil has his own stash, no?" Your teeth flash as you look up at him, head cocked. "I saw bottles in his specimen fridge."

"It's probably just beer," Haechan says, regretting it instantly when you smile wider, exposing your always just a little too big canines. 

"Perfect," you say.

"No, definitely not–I'm on duty and you're on–" 

"Why not? The doctor probably shouldn't be napping on the job either. It can be our little secret." 

Our little secret. 

The words echo like a gong hit through his brain, all those stuffed-down desires finding this particular outlet a nice alternative to the other, unthinkable ones.

He could please you and protect you from the others and it would be one step closer to having you forever. If not for real, then at least emotionally. Yes, that sounds nice.

"We can split just one, no? Before Mark comes back?" Your finger taps something out just beneath his collarbone and his mind goes blank.

Fuck Mark, he thinks. Maybe this will get you to finally sleep, too. Haechan feels a surge of confidence overtake the warning bell at the back of his brain.

"Okay," he agrees. 

And oh, does that make you pleased. 

Indeed, everything seems perfect and a little easier once you're both sprawled out on the old couch that serves as seating by Taeil's desk, chicken and specialty pizza piled across the low table. 

Haechan finds an old melo you've never seen before–a thriller action, not romance of course–to play in the background on the largest monitor. 

"Is it a good one?" 

"My favorite," he lies, unable to eat. If he's seen it he doesn't remember, too caught up in the graceful and formal way you pour him his share from Taeil's stash, your smile of acceptance when he pours yours in return. 

He barely touches his plastic cup of beer, a few sips proving dangerous as you settle cross-legged on the floor to devour chicken wings like they're your last meal.

You're having a good time, sufficiently distracted with food and conversation. 

Somehow this is worse than walking in on you masturbating. 

That could just be a dream, a thing tucked away he doesn't have to think about besides the occasional reminder of that defiled chair just over there. This experience is alarmingly real in its mundanity. 

He's never been on a date before, never hung out with anyone his age that wasn't a designated male or a recruit with the same hopped-up hormones. He's been scratching at the ground in wait of something like normalcy.

And apparently, so have you.

"Cheers," you say, lifting your cup over his knee to tap against his. "I always wondered why people did this in the melos when they're sad. I think I get it now."

"You gotta toast to something happy," Haechan says. The word sad permeates his entire world, more when a sad look crosses your face as you grip your drink tighter.

"Things will get better," he says. "Once you're not . . ."

He doesn't dare finish the sentence, clearing his throat. 

"To first times and small pleasures," you offer, clinking his cup and clearing your own. 

You look up at him with a slightly glazed-over expression, expectantly. Haechan drinks a little more deeply, savoring the bitter taste of the craft concoction. Taeil had learned how to make NUSA-style beer a few years ago from Johnny, this was probably one of their experiments. Not his favorite, but not bad.

"Can I?" you ask, looking at the empty couch beside him.

"It's probably more comfortable," Haechan jokes, adjusting away as you settle beside him.

"I feel better just having you close, you know." Your voice is so quiet he can barely hear it over a chase scene, having to turn down the volume. 

"What?"

"I don't think I can sleep without an Alpha near me, now." You say, shyly. You've wrapped your tail around you, the fur so close he can feel it even if he doesn't dare to reach out and touch it.

"That's . . . That's probably not a great idea."

"Do you think I could go to sleep next to Taeil?" 

Your eyes are wide and innocent when you look up at him, as if you're asking permission.

"No," he says quickly. God–he can't imagine what would happen to you if you got into bed with an Alpha in rut. He could, actually–but the thought of anyone touching you makes him sick to his stomach. 

He knows Mark won't be long back–Yuta had needed his help with a job according to his message, something about Dys pack witnesses. He has a window of time to enjoy your company. It won't hurt to let you physically closer.

The worst that can happen if Mark finds you curled up next to him is to give him a dressing down. If Taeil wakes up, he can explain that too–

"Take off your coat," he blurts out. 

"What?" you ask, eyes widening even more. 

"If you're gonna cuddle me I'd prefer you didn't smell like old ringtail," Haechan says, even more humiliated by the explanation. 

"Cuddle?" 

You take off the layer with a haste that has his head spinning. Your thighs are visible under the short hem of your black gown–oversized t-shirt, really–scent so heady he thinks he can swallow it.

"Don't make it weird, okay?" Haechan says, pretending to be annoyed. "Mark will kill me before Johnny gets the chance."

"You're the one who said it," you say. 

He's stiff as a plank as you rest into the curvature of his arm, head sinking into the space between his shoulder and jaw. It's like holding the first blanket of his childhood, the one he’d worn ragged. You're so real–

–he laughs out loud, involuntarily, startling you.

"What?"

"Your ears." Haechan itches his face, hand clamping down on the top of your head to turn it to the screen. You find a better angle that doesn't tickle him, sliding down to rest against his side.

"Better?" he asks. Inside he's screaming, hyper aware of every soft press of your body. Radiating lines of warmth and pleasure seem to erupt from each point of contact, your curves etched into his memory with each breath.

"Your vest is scratchy," you mutter. 

Somehow he's taking off clothing now too, heart beating against his ribs when you bury your face in his pectoral muscle–this time much closer. You scent him in earnest, rubbing the side of your mouth against his clothing with each nudge.

"Thank you, Alpha."

Oh fuck. Fuck, he thinks. 

He wants to stop you but he's too busy counting to ten in his head, legs spread wide to keep from the shocks of pleasure that occur everytime his cockhead rubs against the band of his underwear. 

He can keep it cool, he thinks. 

He thinks.

If it means getting to enjoy you pliant and warm against him until the others show up he can survive until that freezing shower. It's naive but the alternative of making you upset is too terrible a thought to entertain.

"Don't make it weird," he reminds you. 

"You don't like being called that?" 

"It makes me uncomfortable," he says. It's the truth, considering the ache in his balls. 

"What would make you comfortable?" Your hand spreads over the other side of his chest, settling over his heart. You must be able to feel it–hear it probably–as his pulse steadily increases. 

Thank god for the beer, he thinks. He's much more relaxed than expected, a haze filtering his senses. It could be too long since he's indulged but he also knows now how good an omega like you can be, overriding anything negative.

"No talking, just watching," he says.

"Okay, Haechan." You add an informal note that makes him wish he could bite his fist in his teeth. 

The torture only increases as you seem to fall asleep against him, hand sinking to his belly. He adjusts you, carefully, forced to pull your body across his lap and onto the couch arm so you're not diving headfirst into it. Your tail has a mind of its own, lifting up from under your clothing to beat weakly against his thigh.

"Y/N," he whispers, holding you upright in an awkward position. "I'm gonna just get up and lay you down." 

Your roll over, hands clinging around his neck. 

"Don't leave me," you beg. 

"No, no," he assures. "I'm just losing feeling in my arm."

"Oh," you say. You adjust, ass wiggling into his thighs. 

The sound he makes is humiliating, somewhere between a moan and a yelp. 

"Sorry," you say, sitting up–barely–legs shifting to both sides of his hips, breasts inches from his curled-away chest.

"Don't move," he says through gritted teeth. 

"What's wrong?" You ask. Your hands connect at the base of his skull. He can't explain that he's throbbing so hard he might come untouched, instead choosing to grab your waist to try and lift you off of him as carefully and gently as possible. 

For some reason, his arms can barely move you. You're magnetized to stick to him. 

"You're crushing me," he huffs, fighting weakly. "Just let me get up so I can get more comfortable."

"Oh no," you say, backing off of him and sliding down to the floor. 

Oh gods is that infinitely worse.

The angle is devastating, your hands on his thighs as you watch Haechan move to stand, only to immediately sit back down again. The sudden movement wracks him with dizziness, and he shakes his head to clear it. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"I feel like . . . a cotton ball," he says. His mouth may as well be full of it, the room darkening in small blinks as he struggles to concentrate. 

"You know, that might be me." You rub circles into his upper legs, nails spiraling in the weatherproof fabric. 

"What . . .?" 

"Don't you remember they said that I can make you feel good? Like you're high?" 

It's decidedly not what he's expecting, or the way you clamber back on top of him and push his uncooperating body down on the cracked synthetic leather. 

"I'm sorry." Your tone seems genuinely sad as you play with the hem of your shirt.

"For making it weird? Too late," he says drowsily. 

"Not weird. Just fast. Everything will be just fine." You press a finger against his lips, tracing it down to his chin. Then his eyes can't follow, the light somehow chasing your hands.

There's a dumb smile on his face, and he can feel it break a little when you pull off your gown to expose yourself to the filtered air. With the slowed speed of his comprehension he watches a land laid out in an artificial moonlight, a finger beckoning him into the dark.

Something is weird. But he can't think about that right now. He intakes a breath, marveling as your torso resolves in the dim light into something that glows.

Everything is clearer: your beautiful body limned in the flickering light from the muted show, exposed and radiating delicious warmth as your skin pebbles.

You're wearing what looks like a questionable attempt at underwear, straps and lace and even a cute little black bow between the swell of your breasts. That gets his mouth watering again, or rather it would, if it didn't feel like sandpaper.

Why . . .?

Gift-wrapped and placed at his feet, he thinks, distantly aware of the fact that this is all too easy–suspiciously so. 

He doesn't drink often but he also doesn't go down that quickly, unless you're made of magic. Maybe you’re like one of those old legends about fox spirits who ate kingdoms, seducing empires into dust.

"You drugged me." He says, clarity on his tongue before his brain can follow.

"Just a little. For us both. So it doesn't hurt," you say, lifting hands to your breasts. He's aware they're his hands only when texture and heat appear under them, divine but passed through a filthy veil of unease.

You're on top of him, mostly naked and riding him, and he's not going to be able to stop. There is no possible way that he will be able to keep from making you sob and moan and beg beneath him when he finally shows you what's been playing in his head 24/7 since he'd first scented you.

But there's something else about this dream-come-true, an awful thing weighing him down he can't stop going back to–that at the end of it, when he eventually wakes up, he'll be dead. 

He doesn't realize he's crying until you reach out and stroke his face, bringing your fingers to your mouth and tasting his tears with a gentle dab of your tongue. 

"It won't hurt, I promise," you assure him.

"What's going to hurt?" he asks, panicking enough to grasp your ribs. You bend through his hold like water, kissing him. 

He's never been kissed like this before, and clearly neither have you. It's awkward and bruising and he can't enjoy it, even as much as you're everything he's ever wanted against him. Gods you are everything–he wants to mold into your life the same way he feels you could for him. 

A mate. He's always wanted one, never dared dream he could have one. Maybe he's just crying because he's happy.

You seem to answer his unspoken question when you pepper his face in lighter, angel's wing dusting of your lips. 

But the softness is too much, the affection more like a mother kissing a child. Here behind his closed eyelids he only feels empty, as if subjected to a gesture rather than real love.

After what feels like forever he realizes you're following his moles, eyelashes brushing his skin scattershot across his cheeks and jaw and throat until you find your favorite–at his collarbone.

You'd been the one to tell him his moles looked like the stars. Constellations, actually.

"The original name was Cynosura. Dog's tail." You'd explained. Somehow you were always smarter than you let on.

That same mouth kisses its way back to his throat. Each draw of heat from your tongue and lips is matched by the presence of your teeth, the vulnerability making the Alpha within buck him back to consciousness.

Haechan twists and struggles but he’s as heavy as lead and you’re as light as a leaf. He pants rapidly, breath stopped with the graze of your canines against the sensitive patch of skin somewhere past a third star.

"It will only sting a little bit," you say. 

Flame explodes across his vision as your bite sinks in. It's cold and hot at the same time, inferno radiating up his scalp and down through his chest to his toes. It's a body invading his own, tendrils of new feeling opening the way a flower might in the heat of the sun. 

At the same time, it rips him in two.

Suddenly that clean and sweet scent in his nostrils is a color he can see, white bruising into pink into red. Blood–that's what he'd smelled earlier in the room–Taeil's no doubt. 

Now his. 

He's never scented himself, green and earthy. Nor has he ever felt the jackal inside wake up, not even in the Wild, when he'd felt the alien sensation of fur and claws growing where they shouldn’t have been. 

It–he–is angry. The snarl erupts from his belly to his chest and explodes in the air, frightening you away with a strangled echo in your own throat. Just as quickly he finds himself on top of you, paws–no, hands–pressing your shoulders into the compressed cushions as you submit, too stunned to fight.

"I'm–I'm sorry," you repeat, eyes glassy. He can see his blood on your teeth. All the beauty of your features have been sharpened into the thinnest edge by the shadows, making you monstrous.

"What did you do?" he asks. 

"I claimed you," you whisper. 

"No," he says, adamantly. "That's not how it works."

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You weren't supposed to bite first. You weren't supposed to strip his skin and leave him exposed. 

Your expression transmogrifies into something even more awful than satisfaction: confusion.

"I thought you wanted me," you say.

"No," he repeats. Not this way–not with him bleeding and every moment stretched to minutes, hallucinating visions of the real you. It was supposed to be gentle and relaxed and fun, not this nightmare.

He’d let his mind wander so many places over the last few days, hearing your soothing voice over his headset. He’d imagined taking you to one of the few exposed beaches a few clicks far southwest, artificially constructed by where dunes remained as bulwarks for the rising tides but real enough to the memory of places only captured in old melos. 

He was going to hold your hand on the shore and watch you chase the waves until you fell into his arms, joyful and exhausted. He’d feed you and care for you until you nuzzled into his chest and told him you–

"But I can feel it." Your voice breaks his reverie. He sees the fox under your half-lidded gaze, the way you bare your throat as you arch beneath him. Even on your back you’re presenting.

"No!" He shakes your shoulders, fingertips digging into bare flesh. "It's not the same."

"You're hurting me."

He hadn't realized his hands were around your windpipe until you'd said anything, regret immediately flooding him so deeply it washes away everything in its path. 

He's not supposed to hurt you. He's supposed to take care of you, please you, settle the pulse beneath his fingertips. 

There's a bruise on your face that's fading purple and yellow, scratches all across your body that he suddenly fears he's caused. His hands flutter over you, making sure you don't break apart like a porcelain doll dropped on the floor, pieces still held together until they're picked up . . .

He can sense your relief as he caresses your face, trying to mend your cracks–fingertips tracing the deep scars that turn shiny in the dark. Where Johnny had ruined you, you'd said. 

Now he knows what that means.

It's so strange, it's almost like he can see himself through your eyes. You're not scared now. 

In the wake of panic is pure desire–not just his but a thrumming need to match from you, made stronger by distress. Something inside you wants to be hurt, wants to be subdued. Something needs it.

"Please, Haechan. Mate me," you say. "Please."

In all his life taking orders he's never once felt this kind of compulsion before, a sudden urge to do whatever is asked, by any means. In a terrifying moment of clarity he understands this is what you've been living with your entire life.

It's the only thing you know.

For a moment you're both suspended, at odds, and then something snaps. He's not sure who moves first but you're quicker than him, still fighting.

You surge up to meet him, grabbing at his face with piercing nails. Haechan's mouth crushes against yours, tasting his own torn skin. You kiss him more eagerly now and he matches your energy, knowing fully that you're hiding nothing. 

You do want him, you won't leave him now. You’d chosen him. He’s everything you need.

This time it feels a little more right than wrong, puzzle pieces slotting together by force.

He holds your body firmly against his to keep you from leading. It's made easier when his hand finds the base of your spine to steady you, the other holding your head. Touching you where fur meets skin makes you moan in pleasure, and he lets that be a guide as he finally, finally, grasps at the parts of you that feel most natural.

You’re made of silk, so warm. Not a wiry hair in all that expanse of fur, just the most delicious give as you become tender in his hands. He almost forgets you’re still an animal, remembering when you nip at his chin when he forgets to respond in the way you want. 

He has to remind you you’re his. The jackal demands submission. 

The most beautiful sound he's ever heard leaves your parted lips as he tugs your head back by your ears, phantom pain in his skull. Your neck is there for him, a bite for a bite, but he resists the urge for revenge.

After this, you'll be nothing to him but a death sentence. But he can still make this choice.

He licks up the sweat over your pulse, swallowing pure gold despite the dryness of his tongue. It’s easy to savor it as he licks desperately into your mouth until you open for him, a blossom offering nectar.

You’re warm and wet, and so, so inviting. 

This is alright, he can stop here–he can make you purr and delight you and give you what you need until you choose to stop. He tries to soothe you with brushes over your breasts and belly, his hands as clumsy as if they were truly changed into stubby claws.

A musical series of notes underscores your tiny whimpers, desperate for contact, unable to keep still or relax into the feeling. He's only distantly aware of the clatter of his belt buckle, your nimble hands reaching into his pants to find where he's been trapped and weeping pre-cum for what feels like hours. 

“No.” He hears himself say.

His entire body goes rigid at the first contact of your fingers around his shaft, gently exploring his shape and weight. It breaks the few remaining fibers in the thread of his self-control, clinging to the last as he's reminded of how new this is for you, and him.

And how wrong.

"Please don't stop," you say against his closed lips. "I need you so badly."

"I can't," he manages, eyes clenched shut as he presses back against the couch. "Too much. Please don't make me . . ."

"I don't care," you whisper into his cheek. "Mate me."

Haechan lets out a strangled cry as you grab his cock to line it up with your entrance, settling down so horribly slow he's reminded of a snake devouring prey. You're far too tight despite your attempts at preparation, slick pouring down your thighs in what feels like sheets to saturate his clothing.

He’s lost dissolving into you, the sensation both incredible and damning as his abdomen tightens involuntarily, muscles seizing in that familiar build of an orgasm. No, he thinks, no–it can’t end like this–he can barely move, can barely hold a thought in his head. 

"I need your help, please," you say. You can’t even take his tip, knees shaking, nails biting into his shoulders through his shirt. It’s impossible to do anything but answer your prayers, seizing your hips to pull you down when he can’t lift his thighs.

There you are–finally–nose pressed to his as you wriggle in his lap clumsily, warm heat smothering him from the tips of his toes to his scalp. You’ve eaten him whole, there’s no going back.

The pace makes the Alpha inside him insane, struggling back to consciousness to take control and force you under him again, tearing away the flimsy underwear as he sinks into you with one, forceful thrust.

For a moment you're both floating in a haze of satisfaction, your jaw slack as he begins to fuck into you, unable to pull out but ramming into you in short strokes. 

Finally, finally, the words thrum through him even though he knows there’s no coherent syllables coming from your mouth. You’re just urging him on, wishing he was able to bury himself deeper inside you, feeling the struggle as the drugs take over and his weight collapses onto you instead.

Even if he can barely move he can enjoy the fact that you're just as silky inside, gushing around him, legs locking around his hips as his knot presses against your tight, pulsing hole. It's ecstatic how quickly your body adjusts to take him after resisting, your face scrunched in pain and pleasure–the same that he feels.

"Knot me, please please please," you bleat. "I need it."

"Too much," he protests, rocking into you with short, quivering thrusts. His body is betraying him in contradictions–both flagging and involuntarily cascading towards that final lack of control. "I can’t . . . I’m . . .” 

"Wait!" Your order makes him freeze, makes something in his belly clench and burn in pain. Or is that you? The sharpness throbbing through him matches, aching with delayed release. 

"Knot me," you say again, pulling his face to yours, forehead pressed to his. 

He obeys, knees buckling. You cry out as he drives the thicker base past your stretched muscle. The stimulation with the high is unbearable, he's no longer attached to this plane as he cums immediately, more and longer than he ever has in his entire life.

His hips push weakly into you, but it’s in vain, there’s no give with the lock in place. 

It takes him a while to realize you're crying into his shoulder, the little sobs and hiccups transferred to him through the squeeze of your walls around his thick knot, triggering spurts of seed deep into your womb. If he had the energy he would get off of you but there's nothing left in him, not with the sedation.

The only thing remaining is something he never once entertained in his fantasies of having you first. 

He feels empty. Hollow.

Maybe it's you, maybe it's him. If he wasn't so tired he'd be sick. He does feel sick, flooded in your negative emotions.

"He was right, it's not enough," you lament, clenching around him, making him suck in breaths as satiety mixed with displeasure courses through you both. "It's not enough. Please don't stop."

"I can’t," he says between blinks of red and black, letting that last thread of empathy burn away. He rolls into the couch, the vinyl creaking under his ear. "You're stuck with me."

For life, he thinks. But not for long.

That only makes you cry more. Your sadness and disappointment is a bitter pill to swallow but the part of him that remains himself is delighted at the sound, returning the favor to taste your tears as he kisses your cheek cruelly through them, until you have to turn your head away.

"I hate you," he says, extricating his arm from your side to burrow as far away as he can, unable to escape. He doesn’t want to feel you hot and soft around him anymore, he just wants to slip into the darkness and hope that there’s no coming back up from under it when his inevitable execution arrives.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Even this close, you sound so far away.

"Too late," he mumbles, arm thrown over his face to keep sympathetic tears back. He knows yours are as real as your whispered apologies; animals don't feel guilt. 

Neither will he. 

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[honeymouthedtales]

sometimes in abo fics someone will hate their presentation and it's this huge character development plot where it (unfortunately, usually) comes from the bond or relationship with the other person in the ship. i've never, not once, taken it to heart (not even hm dh considering he did express a bit of relief and hope surrounding his situation).

but wow nothing makes me emo like iotol dh presenting as an omega. it's lost him a sister, a friend, his pride and dignity on some occasions. ugh, it's awful 😔

and i hope this doesn't come off as slutshaming (sorry if it does, not my intention) but i hate that he sleeps around. it doesn't come off as him just liking sex and casual participation in hookup culture, but rather a means so that his body doesn't punish him for not getting a knot. like wtf! and then you explained that he can't even find a regular heat partner because he runs the risk of getting his omega attached to a possible asshat who probably wouldn't introduce him to their parents and would probably use his love and attachments as tool.

like when is my boy gonna relax around someone and be dependent on them with all of himself without it being a risky move? but also i wonder, with how his life has played out since presenting, does he love/accept himself regardless of his struggles?

I'm not sure you're the first to raise this specific point but you definitely caught the root of the problem. What Donghyuck is doing is not healthy, and not because sleeping around is unhealthy, but because of his attitude towards it. Even if he convinces himself that he's doing nothing wrong, deep down he's punishing himself. Donghyuck was born in a very loving family and he definitely wants someone who cherishes him and treats him well, but he's afraid he won't ever be someone's first choice and so he doesn't even try. And sleeping around helps him physically but not mentally, mentally he feels like shit about it. He just wants to date and cuddle all the time.

As for accepting himself, I'll tell you what I told the little blossom two asks ago. Rationally, he wants to accept himself. When he talks about himself and what he does he's always very defensive, saying things like "I'm not doing anything wrong" because like I said he was raised in a family that loved him a lot and they taught him to respect himself. But sometimes he just slips and reveals that subconsciously he has very negative feelings towards himself.

His relationship with Mark is not the root of these issues, but since he lost it during a very traumatic moment it's like he couldn't find his strongest pillar when he most needed it. In the same way, Mark cannot heal him with his presence only, but he can definitely support him because he still needs it.

His sister is a problem too, because like I say his family always supported him, but his sister is also family so the way she shuns him is just a further confirmation of the negative thoughts he has. It doesn't really matter that rationally he doesn't want to be influenced by her, he still is.

When writing this fic, I just wanted to explore... idk, how sometimes things that normally wouldn't shake us, just because they happen at the wrong moment, right when we're feeling bad, they can become as heavy as boulders and change our entire personality. If you think about it rationally, getting a second gender is not such a pivotal moment, everyone has to go through it, right? At the same time fighting with your family or your best friend is also not such a defining moment in life. It's something that can happen many times. But why did they become a pivotal moment in dh's life? Everything happened at once and he felt that there was a fracture between now and before. And he couldn't go back. I think I took inspiration from things that happened in my life and caused me to change a lot, because when I think back I rationally realize none of those things were an insurmountable obstacle, but for me they became one.

I think the answer became a little too heavy, but this is why I get a little sad when people in the past dh was overreacting, because as someone who had depression I know everything becomes too hard when you feel that bad, and even if I never acknowledged it before the dh who was writing those emails to mk in ch 2-3-4 does talk like someone who is a bit depressed, so for me his actions make total sense. And to go back to the sleeping around part, it is definitely unhealthy, but this is the way he has found to cope and trick himself into thinking everything is alright. Sleeping around gives him control. He doesn't like it, but he can control it. And he can control his body as well through it. So even if it makes him feel shitty it helps him trick his thoughts into being less shitty, if it makes sense?

I'm sorry, this went too deep. I just want him to get better as well ;;

#ask #fic: iotol #warning: mental health

[markmeinyourh-aert]

when two fools fall in love series

Fools in Love

desc:

“Oh, Mark Lee,” Johnny continued to laugh, one that slowly turned into a full guffaw. “A little ankle isn’t going to kill anyone. Plus, I think his ankles are pretty cute. Don’t you think so?” No, Johnny was wrong— very wrong. A little bit of ankle was going to be enough to give him a heart attack. And Lee Donghyuck? The omega was going to be the death of him, no doubt about it.  

love like fools

Renjun tsked his tongue in a disapproving manner, teasing him, “Oh Lee Donghyuck, reel in those desperately pinning omega pheromones will you? You’re acting like he took off his clothes and stripped down bare or something.”  Mark might as well have done that because if Donghyuck hoped to survive another minute out there, then the alpha needed to pull his sleeves back down— soon. His heart was too weak to handle the sight of those gorgeous forearms on complete display like that. 

by snapchattingnct

pairing: mahae

length: 12.6k words & 11.6k words; 2-part series

status: comp.

rating: m

genre & tags: regency au (bridgerton vibes), abo dynamics, smut

note: oh man this has got to be one of my new favorites abo's :') i enjoyed reading this a little too much i can't even deny it

happy reading!! <3

#nct #nct dream #nct mark #nct haechan #mahae #markhyuck #markhyuck fics #kpop rpf

[jalwoorideul]

Valerie and Heaven during SMTown 2022 Tokyo Secret Message

a/n: i love seeing smtown content because most of the groups and artists I stan are there so my multifandom heart is happy and the recent content was so fun to watch huhu

for anyone who hasn't watched it, basically they have this box where in they press the button and they get a random SM artist to write a message to, then they also have to pick someone they want for another message, then they have to write a resolution.

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HEAVEN

She went with Seulgi and Wendy

When they were talking about Renjun (whom Wendy picked), Heaven mentioned that she saw online that a lot of fans say they look alike

She was shocked to hear Seunghan's age (2003)

Wrote all her letters with an orange pen because it's her signature color

Was so facinated by the randomizer she asked if she could do two

Who she randomly picked:

Key - "Kibum oppa, thank you for thanking care of Red Velvet well. I've always loved watching your performances as a soloist and Shinee. I'll be looking forward to your new album which will be released soon! From, Haneul"

Taeil - "Taeil Oppa, whose voice is so sweet and angelic, you've been working hard. Good luck in the future and I hope you always succeed! From, your favorite dongsaeng Haneul"

Who she chose to write to:

Red Velvet - "To Red Velvet members, I will always be there for you. From, Haneul 🧡"

Her resolution:

"We'll make everyone a Reveluv after today"

Messages she received:

Eunhyuk - "Haneul-ah, I like your solo debut and I listened to it very well ....*insert lyrics to Omega" ㅋㅋㅋ Fighting! From, Eunhyuk"

Taeyeon - "Why are you so tall and pretty? ㅋㅋㅋ From, Taeyeon"

VALERIE

She went with Ningning and Winter

Let out a loud and evil laugh when Haechan's name came out of the box

Her and Winter said they'd send messages through the group chat because they were the only ones who didn't write a message for aespa

Replying to Kun's message, she said that if they're both not busy they should do a collab.

Who she randomly picked:

Haechan - "Hello Donghyuck, don't forget to always take care of yourself and your health because you've been working really hard.

P.S. Please treat us to ice cream. From, Valerie"

Who she chose to write to

Ten - "Ten oppa, your chinese has really improved a lot. Please teach me Thai as well ㅋㅋ. From, Xinyi"

Resolution

"My dreams of performing in SM town live is finally real ♡"

Messages she received

Kun - "Our little caterpillar Xinyi has grown into a beautiful butterfly ㅋㅋㅋ Valerie fighting! Aespa fighting! From, kun" (In chinese)

Haechan- "Xinyi is really on the next level. Naevis should be worried ㅋㅋ Let's not get sick! Aespa fighting! From, Donghyuck who you can't tease anymore because he is now taller than you"

#jalwoorideul: heaven #jalwoorideul: valerie #heaven.writing #valerie.writing #heaven.sns #heaven.yt #valerie.sns #valerie.yt #kpop additional member #kpop female oc #kpop oc #kpop female addition #aespa 5th member #aespa additional member #aespa oc #red velvet additional member #red velvet oc #red velvet 6th member #red velvet #aespa

[the-neo-slickbucket]

nct dream wips

hello there, this is wren and listed below are upcoming full fics/oneshots and/or series from each of the members so far. I do not know when each will come out, but they all will be published sometime in the near or semi-far future. all of this contain some level of explicit content.

explicit {e} | angst {a} | fluff {f}

lee mark

No One Can Control You Like I Do {ra's al ghul!mark lee x arkham escapee!reader} {e,a}

summary ;; being raised in arkham asylum since birth, you only knew chaos, and when you killed your way out of there, your skills of killing gained the attention of one of the leaders of neocity’s dark underground.

release date ;; tba

huang renjun

There's No Escape From The Magic Man {jervis tetch/mad hatter!renjun x mad queen infector!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; your disease made you distance yourself from everyone, but the twisted man that speaks in rhyme chooses you as his alice.

release date ;; tba

lee jeno

A Mated Pair {alpha!jeno x omega!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; your last line of defense, your adopted mother, is dead. now you're an unmated omega in a city out to get you. will you ever feel safe again?

release date ;; tba

And Now We Are One {jonathan crane/the scarecrow!jeno x ex arkham patient!reader} {e,a}

summary ;; you are consumed with fear, made worse with your stay in arkham. when the city's resident scarecrow steals you away and tries to make you like him, will you survive unscathed?

release date ;; tba

lee donghyuck/haechan

Don't Leave, Please {alpha!haechan x omega!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; your mate is the prince and you are a palace staff. you don't want him to know. you can't. his parents are cruel and you will do anything to make sure you don't ruin his life.

release date ;; tba

A Man Who Answers To No One...But Himself {ed nygma/the riddler!haechan x gcpd/ncpd investigator!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; the riddler has been baffling the ncpd for months, when you are transferred to the department you are the only one who can solve his riddles. the riddler is competitive and determined to break your resolve.

release date ;; tba

na jaemin

You Won't See Me Coming {victor zsasz!jaemin x vocal reality manipulator!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; your obsession with danger leads you to manipulate the cities most decorated hitman. but will your lies get the best of you?

release date ;; tba

zhong chenle

Sanity Is Mind's Prison {jerome valeska!chenle x killer clown!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; if there is anything more annoying than nearly being caught by the ncpd, it is being upstaged by the ginger haired lunatic that just got out of the looney bin. but why are you so drawn to him?

release date ;; tba

park jisung

Maybe You Could Stay Forever {vampire!jisung x human!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; you’re being chased by a group of hungry werewolves and stumble upon an abandoned castle in the dark, dark woods. when you stay inside and meet with the owner inside, you realize you are in a situation no different from before.

release date ;; tba

Every Artist Needs A Blank Canvas {jeremiah valeska!jisung x sonic scream user!reader} {e,a,f}

summary ;; your employer doesn't feel. he doesn't care. he only knows obsession and he covets power the most. you are his prized possession. he won't let you get away. and if by some chance you do, you will never be the same.

release date ;; tba

nct dream

In The Darkness, There Are No Rules {gotham villains!nct dream} {e,a,f}

summary ;; 7 separate stories of nct dream as various gotham tv show villains with different readers and set in the dark, gloomy and crime ridden Neocity. you don't fix them, you make them worse, and they pull you down with them.

release date ;; tba

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[roseofbubu]

Concupiscence

Part 1

After a hundred years of searching, Renjun finally found his dorm five square meters away from the admission office. And no. He's not going to talk about how people starting from the gate up to here gave him a different gaze. The gaze that made him unwelcome in this new environment.

He knocked three times before someone opened the door. Purple hair, tan skin, rumpled black clothes, and still half awake.

"Hi?" he awkwardly smiled. The guy raises his head and looks at him. It took three seconds before he snapped.

"Oh! Hi! Come in!"

Renjun scanned the room as the other guy led the way inside. It's a bit messy but at least there are no used socks on the floor nor a comb in the dining table. Just a little dust in the window and it is normal. He's not a clean freak yet he's not going to live in a dirty place.

"I just woke up. I'm sorry. I'm Donghyuck Lee. What's your name again?" he asked.

"Renjun Huang," he answered shortly and fix his hair with his hand.

"Omega?"

"Do we have a problem here?" he raised his brow.

Donghyuck laughed at his pettiness. It's not even an hour yet he already likes his new roommate.

"Calm down. I am too," he assured him then led him to his room. The roommate is kind enough to help him voluntarily. Renjun didn't ask, yet he's too tired to reject the offer. He insisted, end of discussion.

"Where are you from? I never heard of you before. Are you new here?" his roommate asked nonstop.

"Yeah. My father got promoted here last month and he decided to take us all here. How about you?" he answered.

"I've been here since fifth grade and I'm starting to get sick of this place. Good thing to have a new person to bother now," he grinned.

"What?" he is frowning his eyebrow yet the guy only laughs at him.

"Well. If you don't mind, do you have Alpha?" his tone became more serious. Renjun didn't know if he should get offended but he's more afraid to offend the person in front of him. It seems like he really wants to know the answer.

"No," he replied. "If you don't mind too, does this school have prejudice against us, omega?"

"No. Why? Did someone try to harm you outside?" he asked.

"Nahh. They just gave me that look. The admin even stares at me as if there is something wrong with my papers," he said.

Donghyuck paused. Renjun noticed how he became uneasy. Maybe he was right. He noticed it right away after he entered the school. Something is going on and none of them are brave enough to speak about it.

"Is there something I need to know?" Renjun tried to ask.

The younger let out a fake cough and scratched his head.

"You see…"

Renjun tilted his head, wanting to hear more from him. The other made a deep breath before facing him straight again.

"I can guarantee you that this school is pretty normal. It's just that we have a situation here."

"And that is?" Renjun is already losing his patience when Donghyuck makes the conversation get longer without telling the answer he wanted.

"The—"

They were interrupted by another knock. Donghyuck took his way out to open the door. It was a school staff asking everyone to gather in the school grounds.

"Come on, Renjun. I'll tell you on the way," Donghyuck said and pulled him outside.

Renjun was confused when he saw everyone also start to get out of their room. Luckily that everyone is omega and there is no other foul smell around. Some of them are still not able to control it.

"Genesis Academy is fun. But if you plan to have a peaceful life, you have to avoid two alphas on this campus," Donghyuk started and Renjun looked at him.

"First, Lee Jeno. The grandson of the owner of Genesis Academy. And they have a tradition that they should have a mate before the age of 18."

Renjun frowned his eyebrow. How does it concern him? It was odd to warn someone about something he's not related to. And he is not looking for a mate, either. Having a mate at 18 is still… too young for him.

"Second, Na Jaemin. Simply because he likes to steal everything from Jeno."

Although it was weird to hear this, he can't help but to think why the school is so inclined of this controversy. Is it how they choose a mate here? Not some sort of love or what?

"Why? Do the two have a past? A foe? Both running for valedictorian?" Renjun thinks. It was ridiculous to have this kind of childish war.

Donghyuck only shrugged at him. They stopped when they reached the school grounds filled with different people. Some are making new friends, exchanging numbers, but some choose to be alone.

"No one knows. Five years ago when Jaemin transferred and started to steal everything from Jeno. We thought Jaemin was just being childish. But when the selection started, he started to pick every person Jeno laid eyes on for more than a second. It was a disaster. And scary."

"What happened?"

Donghyuck looked at him straight in his eyes.

"You don't want to know."

Renjun was about to speak but the younger cut him off.

"The selection will start tonight," Donghyuck announced.

"What? I thought it was an acquaintance party?" Renjun was confused.

"It was just a cover up," he tilted his head on stage again to point at someone. "The young man beside the old man in the middle. That's Lee Jeno."

Renjun followed his gaze and saw the alpha around his age. He is also wearing a uniform, slightly different from them. Sitting straight, eyes are fixed on the crowd. Has a mole under his right eye.

He's handsome.

Yet cold.

"If the guy stares at you later for more than three seconds. Run for your life," Donghyuck warns again.

"The demon will chase you."

He shouldn't mind. It was already impossible to meet or even bump on any of them. But Renjun still felt a chill in his spine when Donghyuck said that.

Renjun stares for a few more seconds to analyze his face. And before he looks away, the alpha suddenly turns his gaze on him.

One…

Two…

Three…

His eyes are still on me.

Part 2

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Hyuckle) tangerine love (favorite)

“Are you my sugar daddy?”

It’s very difficult to leave Chenle of all people speechless, but Donghyuck’s always been prone to do the impossible.

“What?”

(i (omega, 25) am in love with my best friend (alpha, 24) and he offered to help me with my heat. what do i do?!)

#tangerine love (favorite) #Hyuckle #Donghyuck #Haechan #Chenle #NCT #NCT U #NCT 127 #NCT Dream #fanfic #oneshot #a/b/o verse #omegaverse #omega!Donghyuck #alpha!Chenle #didn't know they were dating #friends to lovers #getting together #cute #fluffy

[its-taeil-time]

Lee Donghyuck

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature  

✧ total: 40 ✧

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one-shots

pussy fiend  [68.9k] ☁︎☽

part one  [28.2k]

part two  [40.7k]

➥ college!au, roommate!au, enemies to friends with benefits to lovers

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romancing  [23.7k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, podcast!au, enemies to lovers

running a romance advisory podcast with lee donghyuck means clashing and feuding with him because you’re too hopeless while he’s too realistic. practically everyone in campus listens to it, which is why you have no idea that your co-host has started asking the show for love advice since he’s fallen for someone. for all you know, lee donghyuck does not fall in love, but you don’t know what’s changed.  

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uncertainty.  [10.2k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, kinda pest!haechan

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the thing about dating  [7k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, architecture student!haechan, star hockey player!haechan, barista!reader, strangers to lovers

❝ well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place. and, for the second time, this is not a date. ❞

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i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!)  [5.2k] ☁︎

➥ part of the not clickbait series, youtuber!au, best friends to lovers

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my youth  [5k] ☁︎☽

➥ newly presented alpha!haechan, omega!reader, a/b/o

“How could I ever forget the omega that made me pop my first knot? Most embarrassing summer of my life.” Jeno groans rubbing a hand over his face.

“You mean we popped our firsts knots. Most embarrassing summer of our lives.” Jaemin adds on shaking his own head. “I still think about that white bikini when I’m beating off. Maybe I should hit her up since she’s back?”

“Doesn’t sound like a good idea..” Haechan mutters gazing out his bedroom window, watching you towel dry your hair.

“You still holding on to that crush dude? You know an omega like that only goes for alphas. You don’t stand a chance.”

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payback  [4.9k] ☽

➥ brat!haechan, brat!reader, ft. brat tamer!mark

when you and hyuck take teasing mark a bit too far, he puts you both in your places.

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change your mind yet?  [4.6k] ☽

➥ enemies to lovers-esque

you’re going to kill him. you swear, you’re going to kill him. how did liu yangyang accidentally tell lee donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive.)

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reluctant  [3.8k] ☁︎

➥ high school!au, fake dating!au, friends to lovers

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in the cards  [3.7k] ☁︎☽

➥ virgin!haechan, virgin!reader, best friends to lovers

Best friend Haechan wants you to read his tarot

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i dare you.  [3.2k] ☁︎✶

➥ college!au, best friends to lovers

truth: do you like me? dare: prove it.

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motivation  [3.2k] ☽

➥ gamer bf!haechan, voyeurism, ft. gamer!jeno 

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clueless  [2.4k] ☁︎☽

➥ best friend!haechan with a corruption kink

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the bet  [2.2k] ☽

➥ ice hockey player!haechan, exhibitionism, friends to lovers

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touch  [2k] ☁︎☽

➥ alien!haechan

“We’ve been seeing each other for six weeks now. I should have ended it sooner. She’s getting touchier, her hand travels further up my leg. Kisses turn into full blown make out sessions that end in her riding my thigh. I have to break up with her. It’s too hard. I really liked this one…”

Your boyfriend Haechan’s hiding a big secret. One slip of a touch reveals it all.

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impulse  [1.5k] ☁︎☽

➥ bf!haechan

saying i love you for the first time during the heat of the moment doesn’t really count... right?

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dating 101  [678] ☁︎

➥ (wannabe) badboy!haechan

“you’re not very intimidating”

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nice to meet you, soulmate [???] ☁︎

➥ soulmate!au, strangers (?) to lovers

it was your forgetfulness that nearly cost you your grades - however, it was forgetfulness that led him to you.

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series

nothing yet.

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blurbs/ drabbles

as your roommate ☁︎

what kissing him would taste like ☁︎

being surprised by s/o during practice ☁︎

aftercare ☁︎☽ (suggestive)

soft nsfw headcanons ☁︎☽

soft dom!haechan ☽

hard dom!haechan ☽

mean dom!haechan ☽

breeding kink!haechan ☽

how experienced he is ☽

eaten out in an alley ☽

overstim ☽

pierced tongue!mc ☽

letting him ‘practice’ on you ☽

roommate!haechan ☽

stop teasing me so much + first one to make a noise loses + of you can’t sleep... then how about we have sex? ☽

turning haechan on by.. doing literally nothing? ☽

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reacts

fake dating ☁︎

platonic kissing (dream version) ☁︎

platonic kissing (127 version) ☁︎

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timestamps

[7:41] ☽

#nct #nct au #kpop #nct fanfic #nct haechan #haechan #lee haechan #nct lee haechan #nct donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct lee donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream

[kaesficrecarchive]

[mark x donghyuck]

Instinct’s My Alibi by zatto (glukose) (4/4 | 45,735 | E)

Mark's father, the strongest alpha in between the rivers, is killed by a mysterious clan of omegas rumored to know how to hide their scent. It's Mark's job to collect the blood payment.

(author)

#markhyuck fic rec #markhyuck #mark x haechan #mark x donghyuck #nct dream #nct 127 #multi chap #completed #t: a/b/o #wc: 25k-50k #c: kpop #rpf #to read

[the-hellhounds]

Haechan’s Whereabouts (Update)

With a stone cold look on his once happy-go-lucky face, Haechan makes his way to hell. Having opened the gates that only hellhounds were welcomed. Cerberus stands from its position next to the gates, a nod given to Haechan who walks with his body aflame. He is in his hellhound form. "Mutt." He nods to the three-headed dog.

Following the path that he had come to known, his hound having lived down there for an eternity. Fire coming up from the ground, smoke being left behind each step he took. Demons of all kinds turned to look at the hellhound who makes his way growling and clawing at the souls who try to pull him away from his path.

"Fuck off. Go suck Cerberus dick or find someone to steal their soul." He snapped at one of the demons who tried to place their hand on his flaming chest.

The demon immediately cried, his hand getting burnt as they moved aside to cradle it to their chest. "You will cave in, Lee Donghyuck. All of those sins of yours will be your downfall."

He scoffs at the demon, pushing him aside. "Yeah? And you can suck my cock. Now get the fuck out of my way before I actually burn you into ashes this time."

Continuing his journey to where Raiden was in the depths of hell. He comes across one of Hades' precious antiques. A sinister grin takes over his features at the thought of breaking another one of his antiques.

"Don't." A deep booming voice comes from within the eighth circle of hell. In between the Evil Counsellors and Sowers of Discord.

Upon going to open his mouth to say something, a harsh leather-like whip is wound around his neck. His hands flying up to tug at it with fear of who it was.

"You thought that you could come save that incubus only because he brought you pleasure and let you take your frustrations out?" Hades let out a boisterous laugh, the centaurs and minotaurs laughing along like the good pets they were for him. "You just don't learn, do you Hyuck? First the serial killer, then a possessive omega? What is next? The incubus?" He snorts listing off his lovers. "What about the new lion hybrid? Looks so similar to your first mate. Oh and what about the ones who are princess'? You're becoming a collector like me~"

"You son of a bitch!" Haechan growled.

"Son of a bitch? Oh don't flatter me, pup. Don't forget where you got your hound from and who let you live that day. If it wasn't for Cerberus finding you and giving you that bite." Hades advanced towards him, his face set in a deep dark stare to the hound. "You would be here rotting away and screaming for your freedom." He turns to look at one of the horned devils that held the whip to Haechan's throat. "Such a shame that little Minjun won't see his father for a long time." He tsks shaking his head, that evil grin still on his lips. "Neither will your lovers."

"Minjun..." Haechan started to panic, his eyes searching for a way to get out. He knew he was in deep shit now for having gone to look for that incubus. To try and save someone special to him. "You can't do this! We had a deal!"

"The deal has been terminated from the moment you stepped back in here without a body and soul for me." He whisks his hand for the horned demon to start dragging the hellhound to his fate.

"No!"

"I'll tell Lucifer you came to say hello. Too bad that the incubus isn't here anymore. You could have been a hero like Hercules." Hades cackled loudly. Scorching fire spitting out from the ground as if it were lava. The demons, centaurs and minotaur laughing along with him as they watched the hellhound kick and scream while he was dragged away. A heavy stone door closing once Haechan's screams couldn't be heard anymore. His fate now sealed in blazing fire.

ꔰꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꗥꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔹꔰ

#haechan 🔥 #haechan's post #tw hell mention #tw angst?

[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 11: gambit

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner]

wc: 6.6k

chapter warnings:  a teensy bit of violence, voluntary drug use

recommended listening: that's not fair - nct

Mark Lee [α, unknown Felid genetic composition] (3rd prince of the Lee dynasty, formerly 20th in line for the throne)

There's nothing particularly exciting about escorting their new ward a few floors to medical but he finds his heart racing the moment he gets Taeil's request, watching Donghyuck stop moving his haptics immediately in the window of their shared call. He'd tried to get the younger to weigh in on personnel rosters while they talked circles around your disruption of their business, all to no avail. 

Everyone is distracted, it seems.

"Back in the hotbox," Haechan sighs, ending his game abruptly and covering his face with both hands once his slimline visor is removed. 

"You could just stuff your nose with cotton balls or something," Mark says, a strategy he'd taken up the last time that scent had permeated his entire brain. He's not sure what you or even any other omega are supposed to smell like, but it certainly shouldn't be rancid fruit or the smell of flower stems left too long in water. 

"It's not my nose I'm worrying about. Give me five." Donghyuck lifts something up for the camera, the white plastic sleeve still cabled into his rig, hiding untold horrors.

"Fucking gross, man. No."

"Three minutes?" 

"How many times do I need to tell you I don't want to know about you jacking off–"

"Fine," Donghyuck raises his hands innocently. "Not my fault your balls haven't dropped yet."

"Meet me downstairs stat," Mark yells before disconnecting. He finds himself blanking out the moment he gets up, slight vertigo making him stare at the wall of his unit as if he'll find answers in the printouts held up with magnets and tape on the wall adjacent to his study, over his book collection. A tangled web he lives with every day, trying to understand why you’re here and not there. 

It’s weird–not knowing what you are. He’d done everything in his power to treat you like just another problem to be solved before they could offload it on someone else, the way Johnny had done when he’d left. But you’ve embedded in his brain, a splinter he can’t help but worry about since your admission.

“I don’t love him,” you’d said. There’d been sadness, of course, but something more firm beneath it in intention. Like you were thinking of someone else.

One picture seems to beckon most of all–a still from the grand ceremony they'd held when you'd been returned. He hadn't been in the Dome then, too soon after the surrender for the Syndicate to decide what to do with demilitarization, no victory for the losers. 

In his case the loss had been an open wound—his father's body found a week before armistice with the gun still warm in his hand, blood spattered across a childhood picture from a better era, when the firstborn and second born male twins and their triplet omega sisters had just been children. Dressed in robes fitting a different age, almost comical to think of now after a decade of Beta melo re-enactments.

Before the war–before bloodshed had cut all bonds between them.

Watching his aunt crawl back with you by her side, both of you dressed in white ceremonial mourning clothes for the dead Imperator, had left him feeling empty even as a child. His father had tried to bring peace and change to this stupid system and whatever little he'd accomplished had only led to the reinforcement of it. The ones left to mourn him and his cause could only do so in private.

Like his mother. 

She’d returned to the Dome, as well, head held high, no scraping and bowing for her dead father. Peace could only come with the voluntary surrender of the Lees to the Syndicate but she'd made it known she was not a willing subject, not like your mother. 

Or you.

After learning more about your own struggle, maybe he feels a little sorry for you. At least, he thinks, he's less nauseated by the sight of your face.

It's too bad that empathy can't extend to his latent animal brain; the urge to retch on the floor outside your unit increases the moment he's within proximity of your scent. 

Donghyuck joins appropriately late and hastily dressed in half of his gear, eyes bright and cheeks flushed in a reflection of how Mark feels even if he'd never admit it. He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head in disgust.

"Don't say anything," Mark orders, watching his best friend grin like an idiot as he pulls the air towards him with his hand–savoring it. 

"You have no idea." 

"I'm glad." Mark snaps. 

He gives you a courtesy of ringing the doorbell from the touchpad, adjusting discreetly into a stiff posture years of remote Academy teachings and active service have molded him into. 

There's no answer. 

Several rings later and he still can't sense or hear anything from the other side. He looks at Donghyuck to see if there's any alarm on his face to match what he feels.

"Probably sleeping," the other shrugs. "Just go in."

Mark would rather shoot out a window and throw himself off this floor than walk in on an omega in the throes of heat but his hesitation only lasts a few seconds. He forces the door lock open with a press of his agent against the security pad. 

Immediately he's struck by a wave of concentrated pheromones, stomach twisting but staying down as he realizes it's not as bad as he expected–mitigated slightly by the warmed-leather scent of the pile of clothing and bedding blocking the door. 

"What in the hell–?" Mark kicks through it, recognizing a pack-issue uniform tangled in the pillows and comforter. 

"Johnny's," Donghyuck answers, knowing he doesn't have the ability to discriminate scent profiles. "Jungwoo said she'd need it for her nest."

Mark groans, entering the room as cautiously as he'd cleared the school a day ago–wait wasn’t it three days ago? It feels like an eternity since that firefight. 

"____?" He calls, finding the bathroom empty and moving to the main chamber.

You're in a better state than he'd found you in than in Confinement, but not by much. That frail omega body is curled into the lower bunk around the same rucksack you'd brought with you, packed full of clothing. You're dressed, thankfully, in more layers than he expected–body shaking when he grabs your shoulder to give it a weak tug. 

"Are you okay?" 

You whine, burrowing deeper away from him. 

"No funny business, alright?" He finds himself warning, but it's not needed. Your skin is clammy to the touch, ears flat against sweat-damp hair as you protest him pulling you away from your cache. 

"Don't touch me," you say. It’s more of a growl, really, your voice deeper than he’s heard it. Something inside him sings to hear it, approving. He doesn’t have time to question it as Donghyuck panics, rushing to intervene. 

Mark elbows him in the gut so hard that he folds against the screen wall, wheezing.

“You forget to boost in those three minutes?”

“How could I?” Mark doesn’t need Alpha scent to recognize the younger is lying, staring Donghyuck down until he pulls out an inhaler and takes a puff. 

“Good?” Mark asks.

“Good.” The look the younger gives him is pure menace, lazy eyes darting to you. He ignores it, carefully watching your response. Your tail is dead weight on the bed, heavy for how still it is.

"We'll take you to Med, but you need to get up," Mark tells you.

“I can’t.” 

This time, when you speak, he believes you. 

Mark crouches on the floor beside your bunk, finding himself awkwardly unable to touch you lest Donghyuck lose it any more than he already is. His hand hovers over your ears, the fur tickling his palms. It's his first time touching them–he had no idea how soft they were. The sensation makes his pulse skip.

"Need . . . need to get out . . ." you whine. "I can't be alone. Need to get out of here."

"Okay." Mark doesn't argue with the request. "Can you get up?" 

You shake your head a bit. 

"Let Haechan carry your stuff," he sighs. "We'll help take you down." 

"It hurts," you say, quietly. "I'm so cold."

Can you be any more dramatic? he thinks, but doesn't say as much looking back at his partner to find his eyes wide, nostrils flaring and mouth in a thin line. 

"Don't move. Either of you." Mark says, retrieving a blanket from the pile near the door. He's not surprised that the moment he wraps it around your body there's an immediate relaxation in your shoulders, tail swaying under the new layer. 

"I'll carry you," he says with only a little bit of resignation. It takes effort to extricate you from your things but soon you're curled into his arms, those warm velveteen ears pressed up against his jaw as you cling to his tech vest. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, yelping a bit when he finally negotiates you both to a standing position, arm under your knees. "It just . . . it came out of nowhere.”

"What did?" Mark is grateful for the distraction as he carries you out the sliding door, almost tripping on more bedding. 

"Cramps." Your tiny reply carries a bit of embarrassment and he can't help but huff a laugh. Donghyuck is at his side sniffing experimentally, making Mark wish he had a free arm to push him back. He kicks with his boot instead, missing the younger Canid when he dances away. 

So much for having a second to help keep things in control. 

"We'll get you painkillers. Have you eaten yet?" 

You don't answer.

"I'll get food," Donghyuck offers, excitedly. "Anything you want or need–"

"Medical first," Mark orders. With your weight in his arms he's realized that the shivers in your body are involuntary, small quakes that seem to originate in your torso and spread to your limbs, making you rigid. Any doubts he had about your condition are beginning to dissolve, feeling you fight the pain to hold onto him. 

Thankfully Taeil is expecting you, helping him the moment the med wing doors slide open to get you into the nearest bed. He's relieved to no longer have you wrapped around him but there's a strange sensation in his chest watching the doctor unwind you from the duvet and check your pupils, attaching a remote monitor to your temple. 

"Why did you turn off your agent feed?" Taeil asks, tapping the screen on your wrist back to life. 

"Old habit," you murmur.

Mark watches your eyes slide to the right, towards the fogged view of the city skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. This floor is the lowest of their demesne, closest to the marine layer that reappears nightly no matter what sunset breaks through it. It’s late now, and there aren’t even stars to fixate on. 

"Your signal stopped hours ago. You need to cooperate or you're going to be in more pain than necessary." Taeil presses the face of his wrist worn agent to yours, initiating a data transfer.

It's rare Mark has seen Moon so agitated, realizing the older Alpha has thrown a white coat over sleepwear as if he'd been roused from bed. He's about to ask Donghyuck to get coffee when he finds the younger has already fled, your bag abandoned on the floor. 

"She'll live, I'm guessing?" Mark asks, watching the nearby screen pick up multiple waveforms. "What is all that?"

"It's standard to monitor her endocrine response through perspiration," Taeil explains, looking amused when Mark's expression remains blank. "Sweat. From her wrist gland." 

"Oh." Mark nods, keeping a straight face.

"She'll be in full heat within the next few hours," Taeil says. "We have a call to make."

"We do,” Mark nods. “Doyoung said–"

"We don't need any more orders," Taeil interrupts. "Let's discuss this in private."

You perk a little, still on your side. Mark catches the way your body adjusts and your ears swivel in your mussed hair. 

"Stay put." He doesn't add the tone shift of an order but you still give him acknowledgement in an eye roll. 

Taeil leads him to his own private quarters, keeping the glass doors programmed to mostly translucent as he shuts them. Mark is immediately struck by the disarray in the usually-clean room, the musty smell of Canid making his hackles raise.

"I've already messaged Doyoung. You're going to have to put her in Confinement." 

"What?" Mark is less shocked by the request than the look of resignation on Taeil's face as he watches you through the door. He coughs a little, as if to cover it.

"I've taken three dosages of suppressants in the past 12 hours. Do you understand?"

He glances Mark's way, glasses reflecting the low green light from outside. The sweatshine and the rough patch of growth darkening the doctor's chin all begin to make a little more sense. 

"Really?" He can't help but choke out. It's been years of working with the doctor and he'd never imagined seeing him lose his cool when he was needed the most. But then he'd never imagined you being dropped into their lives like a dirty bomb as Johnny had so articulately described.

"We can arrange for you to go to a rut hotel if you need to–"

"I'm not leaving." Taeil shakes his head. "If anything happens to her it's on me. But I need you to take charge and to keep us safe at all costs." 

"Keep us safe?" Mark is surprised at the use of words. "Not her?"

"She's the safety issue. Didn't you read the file I sent you?"

"I think I got it." Mark lies. He’s understood maybe one word out of the ten buried in scientific jargon but it was the debrief reports on investigation into suspected Nostradomina agent activity that had sunk in. If there’s one thing he understood it was infiltration. 

"I just don't think she's . . . we don't have any indication she's working with the Syndicate. Do we?"

Taeil grimaces. "That's not the problem. Do you understand why we had to separate her and the others?"

"Well everyone in the building but me wants to–you know."

He’s gesturing towards where he thinks Donghyuck is jerking into a potted plant but he ends up pinned in Moon’s unrelenting stare. The look the other man gives him is merciless.

"She's a liability. All reports indicate her kind are genetically engineered to take over a pack from the inside. Like an infection."

The words seem dissonant to the image of your body in a hospital bed, your eyes clenching every now and then in pain. Mark can't believe that something as small and vulnerable could constitute a real threat to their safety but he also knows instinct all too well. Growing up outside the Wild had just been a taste, seeing his kind in the throes of it in drills or in battle another thing altogether.

"Are you worried you'll go into jimseung like Jaehyun?" 

Taeil hesitates to answer. "I won't shift with my level of conditioning. Jungwoo and Yuta are safe, too . . . at least, I think. Both have exposure to omegas and aren't responding the way I am." 

"But they could." Mark says. He'd already gone over the results of Jungwoo's testing after the incident in Johnny's quarters–wanting to be sure the other Alpha wasn't playacting that he'd been perfectly in control. If Donghyuck or Jaehyun were any indication, holding it together in the presence of a ripe omega was too good to be true.

Whatever had happened, you'd been scared and hurt. He wasn't going to let that occur again, even if it meant grounding an asset.

"You have to understand she's something different. Possibly because she was raised in the Wild–some kind of new anomaly." Taeil paces the small area, wrestling with his thoughts. "I'm not in the right state of mind to do the experiments necessary to–"

"No. It's not necessary, period." Mark says, placing a hand out to signal he’s on board. "We get her through this heat cycle. You get through your rut. And then we figure out what to do with her."

"We need to put her in Containment, then." Taeil says. "Or . . ."

"Or what?"

Taeil doesn't look at him, crossing his arms as he takes in his unmade bed. 

"Accept our fate."

"No." Mark finds himself shaking his head, almost a little violently. 

"I don't want this as much as you do," Taeil says. “Too easy, too simple, really. But she’s embedded in the pack bond.”

"Johnny forbid it," Mark says, and he believes it. The prime Alpha's order always stood, regardless if he was present. Mark was willing to die by that rule even if the Canids had shown a marked dissent. Blaming biology and hierarchy only went so far–all of them were free agents and with nine people to manage they'd have to weather the storm together or suffer the consequences.

In this case, the risks were much too high to not face it together. Taeyong wasn't going to be himself for a few days–certainly not capable of making the tougher calls with the genetic bond you already shared.

No, that’s up to him, now. The understanding of it leaves him feeling more like a villain than a protector.

"No one touches her until Johnny allows it." He affirms.

Taeil opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He nods instead, reaching for the door control. 

"Do me a favor, Doc?" Mark says before he thinks too long about it. "Put her under, first? You can make it easy, right?"

Mark watches the elder's shoulders slump as he looks through the door at your huddled body.

"It's your call," Taeil says. "Hope we can stand by it."

"Do you feel better?" Mark asks, seeing you sitting up in bed.

"Infinitely."

You'd watched Taeil carefully as he administered the double injections into the dripline–waited until they were both distracted to pull the needle out of the connector port while keeping it trapped under the gauze on your wrist, pretending to look through your agent on your other hand. 

"You're probably starving."

You give him a weak smile. "Ramen isn't as good as I thought it would be."

"No," Mark agrees. "We'll get you the best meal ever when we get off lockdown. Whatever you want. Beef even."

Whatever you want, you think. Such a fitting testament to the next few minutes of stilted conversation. Taeil is hanging back like a beaten dog as you shyly answer Mark's questions, at some point sniffing his own clothing and making a face of revulsion.

Thankfully you hadn't waited long–not with the call that comes into Mark's comm. Again he'd gone into the next room, distractedly pacing as he talked to Yuta over his in-ear.

It didn't matter that the room was soundproof. You can tell your gambit has paid off by the absurdly annoyed expression on his face as you follow the conversation while making meaningless gestures on your wrist pad.

Mirroring Taeil's agent line had been simple. A beginner's hack, really.

Let the NSPD take care of it.

It's not a security vulnerability if you bring the whole team on. 

They'll answer to you if I tell them to–

No. No. Okay. 

Alright, alright. I'll be down in fifteen. 

Five, alright.

I have stuff to take care of here. No. Not that. 

Fine! I'm on my way.

"I need to take care of business on the sublevels. Are you alright resting here with Taeil and Haechan until I get back?" Mark asks once he's emerged again, only a corner of his mouth lifted. He's so very good at hiding his anxiety but you can smell it on him distinctly–sour lemon and a hint of bilgewater. You’re nauseated, as if you’re on the sea again.

"Haechan said he's making me something delicious and then I'll get some sleep, I think. I'm tired," you say, giving him a look of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I couldn't think straight with how much pain I was in." 

The words make you sick. The pain is interminable. You've kept the scream pressed between your gritted teeth but it's always there, like the lump in your throat and the slick between your thighs.

Containment. 

Put her under.

You'd met Mark's eyes when he'd said those last words through the glass and combined with your physical agony it had only strengthened your resolve. 

If you're going down, it's with a fight. You know how to pick your battles now that your main opponent has chosen his proxies.

Mark leans down over you to take your hand and you offer him your left quickly, squeezing it in your damp grip.

"It won't take long, he assures. "I'll check on you when I'm back. Please make sure to eat before you sleep." 

If you knew better you'd think his concern was genuine. You blink at him lazily, exposing your teeth in what you hope is a genuine smile. 

"Wake me up when it's over," you joke. 

"Soon," he says, and then he's out of the ward. Only that bitter rind scent remains, made worse by the brushfire of Taeil's rut setting in. 

You'd suspected enough after yesterday's confrontation but it's something else to scent a day's worth of Alpha stewing in his quarters. Over the cloying scent of disinfectants and the drug supplies you can’t help but scent through their refrigerated seals is something much more damning. Your doctor is compromised.

Good, you think.

Whatever rationality you're holding on to is disturbed by it. Unfortunately everything else piloting finds the Alpha’s scent criminally seductive. Right now Taeil smells like crisp white lychee, ripe beneath a prickly skin.

He’s still something of a mystery to you. Canid and an Alpha, yes. But no one recognizes him as such. Paying lip service to another omega, just doing his duty, unallowed the taste of what any of them would desire. He has to feel the pull the way you know his little helper does, the way Jungwoo did when you gave him the space for it. 

He's even more attractive, sleep-touched, glasses askew in his hair—especially when he attempts to hide what you already know is happening to him. You've watched him step back, shoulders hunched, unable to make eye contact. 

Yes, you think, he’s hooked. Now to pull in your catch.

Mark has disappeared long before you make your move. You’d be found out if you simply got up. Instead you make a tormented noise, adjusting in the bed. Pleasure roils through you when you see his back tense at the sound, more when he refuses to look at you.

"Hey," you say. "Could you lend a hand?"

Taeil turns around, head flinching a bit as if he's afraid of what he'll see. 

You beckon to the floor beside the bed.

"I brought some of my things. Kind of stuck here," you add, lifting your wrist. The needle doesn't pop free, but you're conscientious of the drag of the cannula as you disturb it.

"Of course." He says. He's still wary as he foists your pack onto the bed. As soon as you unzip it he puts distance between you, the animal present in his quick glances over his shoulder.

"Thank you, doctor," you say. "I appreciate you letting me stay here overnight. I felt like I was dying." 

"You're not . . ." he begins, immediately deflecting. "We'll make you comfortable for your stay for the next week."

"Week?" You ask in a hushed tone. "Will it hurt like this the whole time?" 

He swallows. "Most likely."

Your lip wobbles with effort, tears a little easier to produce with the knife-in-your-gut radiating pain.

"Don't worry," he says, rapidly. "I think I finally found a method to mimic cryotherapy. We'll insert a central catheter and keep you on a steady infusion of parental nutrition and sedatives. It's a last resort, but you'll be–"

"No," you say. You infuse the word with the hours of time you'd spent in a similar position, shepherded into a dreamless state by types just like him. Imperial physicians who considered your body an object at their disposal, to be treated or used alike. 

No, indeed. Never again.

"Please don't make me do this alone."

Taeil moves forward unconsciously, eyes lighter than you remember. For a moment you wonder if he's breaking already.

But then he's heading to the far side of the bed—most certainly to check your IV.

You dump the contents of your bag across your legs. Taeil pauses, catching sight of the object amidst undergarments and flimsy lingerie–all of which you'd worn recently. 

The satisfaction you experience seeing him falter is worth the shame of all that scent and that horrible thing Jungwoo had given you laid bare. 

"I'm so sorry," you improvise, stuffing everything back in your bag one-handed. "That isn't mine. I forgot I hid it there." 

"It's fine." 

It's absolutely not fine, if you're registering his panicked response correctly. 

You pretend to hide the toy, only furthering the comedy of the situation by clutching onto twenty centimeters of soft synthetic cock and fumbling it in your offhand grasp. You look up at his blank expression, stuffing it away innocently.

"Jungwoo gave me it," you say. "I haven't used it."

Taeil's throat bobs conspicuously as he occupies himself with his tablet, unable to make eye contact. "It's a very common aid. You may want to keep it . . . for later."

"I wouldn't know how to use it," you admit.

For once he's silent. You let it hang, pulling out a blocker spray you'd been retrieving as you wait for him to fold.

He says something quietly under his breath that you pretend not to catch.

"Sorry, what?" you ask, tiredly.

"Videos. There'sinstructionalvideos." The last part is a bit muffled as he covers his nose and mouth at the offending mist as you apply the spray. 

It's another little ploy you'd thought of in the past few days, after remembering something Wooyoung had said. The Alpha attractor was one of your more expensive purchases but you'd had to have it–curious what similarities the perfumer had captured to your own scent.

Majesté Impériale had been woefully dissimilar besides a few top notes but the synthetic pheromones were worth the price tag, judging by the way Taeil has moved away again.

"My apologies. I don't think this blocker is any good." You say, dousing yourself. 

"Please," Taeil answers from beneath his sleeve. "It's not going to do much at this point."

"Oh. Well. Can you show me that video?"

The silence returns, this time punctuated by the tap tap tap of a stylus as Taeil considers your request. 

"What video?" He asks, voice distant. 

"The instructional one?" you ask innocently. 

To his credit he shrugs off any embarrassment, back to practicality, but you can't miss the red blotches on his nape as he turns to regard you again. You know you're on thin ice but you cherish the fact that he's affected.

"I'll be happy to send it to you when you have your VR rig and are in a more comfortable environment," he says, mildly irritated. 

"Of course," you demure. You add a lazy tone to your voice. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He has the audacity to laugh. 

"You're surprisingly compliant tonight, Princess." 

50 ccs of ketamine by IV drip will do that, you think, a twinge of regret that you aren't experiencing it.

"I certainly feel better," you say, yawning. "Just . . . really sleepy."

"Good," he says, adjusting his glasses back onto his nose. "You should get some rest. I can wake you up whenever the brat is done burning down the kitchen. I should probably go check on him, actually."

You pretend not to respond, burrowing into the pillows and concentrating on slowing down your breathing and heart rate. There is some truth, you know, to the presence of Alpha pheromones being a sedative and analgesic in this state–but it's nowhere as good as the fluid dripping useless down your wrist.

You keep your ears and tail still as you hear the doctor approach you again. It's not like you can hide the brainwave monitor but you lean into your meditation exercises for that. It won't be long, after all. 

Taeil is wary as he approaches, not buying your act but too distracted to anticipate danger. You can smell the blockers on him, also useless with the onset of rut. His bloom is woodsy with a hint of spice–safe and delicious to your fox. You let her unfurl a little when he's close enough for you to feel the heat from his body—radiating cleansers and traces of bitter-sharp that you suspect are remnants of release from earlier. 

How many times had he come to the fantasy of you already, you wonder. The thought is surprisingly satisfying, accompanied by the memory of watching Jungwoo earlier. Warm skin so close and willing to be explored, blood pumping heat to your sex and bringing precious fluid to the surface–

"____," he says. "You can stop pretending. You should have gone under three minutes ago." 

You don't give him the satisfaction of springing awake, or moving at all. A calloused hand presses down your ears and they barely twitch, but something else deeper inside you does at the petting. You let go a shuddering sigh. 

Immediately Taeil freezes. You resume breathing deeply until he settles, giving your ear a sharp tug. 

You stay still. 

You wish he'd continue–wish he'd touch you more in an effort to test your resolve. 

In your own fantasies he'd undress you and prepare you for the procedure while you fought to remain unresponsive, letting him slide his hands down your naked body without resistance, using you for his own satisfaction as you stifled any sound–

"Last chance," he says, angling your head away. "Stay down."

The order thrums through you like a shockwave.

You hear the click of the penlight before your eyelid is lifted and with that first sliver of light you make your choice between the syringe under your pillow and your own, personal, last resort. 

You choose the worser form of violence. 

You seize his wrist and bite into it with all your might–still, technically, staying down.

"No!" He jerks away, free hand connecting with your skull so hard your vision flashes white. He fists your hair to break your hold as hot sweetness floods your mouth, that trickle matched by the one soaking between your legs.

You look up at his bloodless face as his grip goes slack, unable to fight, eyes pitted with the sudden dilation of his pupils. 

After a few seconds you loosen your jaw, licking softly at the shallow wound . . . as if you were truly apologetic. The whimper he makes is pathetic, eyes scrunching closed at the heavenly sensation. 

"I told you if you drugged me again you'd regret it," you say, between swipes of your tongue. "You didn't give me a choice."

"I was trying to help you," he says. He pulls back your head with a sharp yank, freezing the moment you let out a mewl of pain. He lets go, instantly, bewildered.

"This is the kindest thing you've done for me since you saved my life, Taeil," you say, kissing his wrist before you release it. "I remember."

"I shouldn't have," he says.

Under the warm glow of your successful conquest you feel the sting of his words.

With the bond in effect he can feel it, too, regret flitting across his dazed features. He's angry with you but it's the same irritation as if a fly were buzzing about his head–not the response of a man who's just lost his free will.

"At least you're being honest," you say. It feels good to know it, finally–to not question everything being said or done to you. 

"I thought so," he says, checking the cannula and finding your pulled out IV. "No wonder you're still in pain."

"Stop," you order. He holds, unable to continue re-inserting the needle.

"Please let me give you something for it, at least." It's almost begging for how clearly desperate he is for relief from the pain transferred between you. Sweat drips into his sideburns, trickling down his neck.

"First time knowing what it feels like to be one of us? You'll be such a better doctor after this. Maybe even a better Alpha."

"Doubtful," he responds. 

You laugh. Just as suddenly you regret it, doubling over as a fresh wave of agony ripples through you.

"Fuck." He collapses against the bed on his side as the pain crests, sucking in sharp breaths with each aftershock. Once it subsides he's barely standing.

"How was that so fast?" he muses. You know he isn't referring to the cramps. "It only took a few seconds. I could have recorded the recombination . . . Studied it . . ."

The fact that he's more upset at missing data instead of being bondmarked confuses your fox, but you cherish it. He really wasn't a bad first choice.

"I don't know why. I'm sorry."

"No you're not," he huffs, smearing blood across the sheet as he picks himself up. "I can feel that, you know. You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Stay down." You repeat his order back, savoring the flavor of it on your blood-soaked tongue. You can't help but enjoy this new invulnerability, the way his knees buckle and he's forced to hold on to the bed rail.

"Only once, after Johnny," you explain. "One of the new eunuch bodyguards they gave me was an Alpha spy. Like you, I suppose–chemical castration only."

You stuff down the revulsion at the memory, stalked through the gardens by what you thought was just another foot soldier for the Syndicate. You were used to your share of creeps even amidst the eunuchs but you’d recognized that Alpha stench the moment he’d pinned you in the grass. He'd almost had you, the knife your mother had made you carry in your sleeve useless against his disproportionate strength and speed.

"He only made it a few days before he tried to claim me. I managed to bite his hand when he tried to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming. And–well. All I had to do was ask nicely after that. He would have turned himself in, if I hadn’t asked him to help me by ending his own life."

Taeil watches you carefully, a wave of impression bringing you distant traces of satisfaction under the horror. He likes knowing you can protect yourself, you think. Your fox is singing with joy at the first positive feedback it's received from him without a barrier.

"I didn’t think he would do it,” you say, truthful now that there’s no need for secrets between you. “Do you know, he was still begging for me until the end, even after he shoved a blade into his own heart?"

You dig your nails into your forearm, drawing blood. Taeil mirrors you, clutching his bitten forearm at the pain and collapsing across the bed. You pull him to you, cradling his narrow shoulders. He doesn't fight at all, laying prone across your legs.

"I would have done it sooner but I wanted to give you a chance to do the right thing, since you saved me before," you say. “I’ll be kind and give you the choice to help me. Again.”

The man in your lap is completely yours, easier even than you expected. You stroke wild locks from his forehead, savoring the ambergris and musk released as he buries himself in your scent, finally. Your own pet–a decade in the making.

If you'd have chosen to bite Taeyong somewhere more vulnerable–nearer his scent gland–maybe you'd have been able to avoid this altogether. It had felt too risky at the time, too likely to get you in trouble. You'd been proven right.

The truth of your nature isn't something any of you can avoid now. 

Either they accepted you, or they killed you. You weren't going to wait and find out which. 

"You will help me, won’t you? Don’t you want to make the pain stop?"

"Guess I don't have to ask you your levels anymore," he jests, disarming you. “You should take something.”

"There's an easier solution to all of this," you say, thinking of what he’d said earlier. “Accept your fate.”

"What?" Taeil's face is buried in your belly, only a layer of synthetic down separating you. Your fingers drag lightly over his skull.

"Mate me," you say. "Maybe if you're a good Alpha I'll let you claim me, too."

His shoulders move with what you assume is a fight against his own instinct. When he finally turns his head to blink at you lazily you realize he's laughing at you, again.

"How is that funny?" you ask.

"Oh I could. We all could. But you'll just get worse," he says, slurring a little.

"What do you mean?"

Taeil's amber-touched eyes unfocus, settling on your neck. "Your heat. Won't break. Not until . . ."

He reaches for you, gesticulating a bit before his hand flops down. You panic, feeling more than seeing him begin to slip away. It feels a little like drowning again, watching your Alpha disappear into the waves of unconsciousness.

"Taeil?"

Something is terribly wrong, your animal brain unable to parse why as he slips out of your grasp, toppling a tray table in the process. A flash of yellow-white tubing follows.

You spider out of the hospital bed, dropping to the cold tile on top of his prostrate form and ripping out the needle he's secretly inserted in his forearm.

"No, no, no, stay with me–" you plead, slapping his jaw. "Don't leave me."

"Not gonna die," Taeil chuckles, unfolding on the tile. His white coat is spread like wings under his sleepwear, darkened with sweat, what looks suspiciously like an erection tenting his pants. "Just. So . . . high."

"Stay awake," you order. 

His eyes flutter open for a half-second, looking up at you with dazzling affection. 

"Good luck, princess . . . you'll need it."

Then he's out like a light extinguished, mouth partially open. You rock against his hips, with zero response.

"Wake up!" You yowl, already finding the shape under you flagging, your body desperate for him to return the favor.

You repeat his gestures to check his closed eye, his pupil barely responsive. He breathes shallowly underneath you as you curl over his chest, fists balled in frustration.

One down, five to go.

It's going to be a long night.

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please write a tiny ficlet about when mk was ignoring dh and him and jn would bitch about mk if you can (or talk(?) about it. or (realistically) dh crying about his new husband not wanting to kiss him to his bestie who's getting dicked down properly by the enemy prince and can't relate to dh's sorrows. (coz i find it funny that everyone thinks this role was punishment for him and he was actually anticipating the day mk did all the things dongsoon tried to fearmonger him with about being an omega)

mh not a ficlet sorry but I can share my opinions on this.

realistically, donghyuck would never ever complain about this to jeno. in fact, he wouldn't complain about this with anyone. there are a lot of layers to what he's feeling. there's relief that he wasn't hurt and there's frustration that he still hasn't had s3x and he doesn't know what to expect, and if they had done it at least he'd know what to expect the next time but they didn't. there's ofc the frustration because deep down he wanted mark to do it, he was actually super curious, but the rejection he feels both ashames and hurts him. donghyuck has been an omega for a very short time, his life has been upended and he has lost his crown. it was his decision to go to the vale, but at this point he's still seeing his presentation as an evil he has to live with, some kind of giant cosmic mistake and getting to marry mark is the closest thing to a silver lining he can think of although it also terrifies him. but in general, regarding being an omega, he thinks it's a mistake because he doesn't look like an omega, he doesn't behave like an omega, he has zero pull on alphas unlike a true omega would. where does that leave him? he's a faulty item. he's not an alpha and he sucks at being an omega, and to donghyuck who has never sucked at anything, he's always been super good, this is... quite painful.

and this is not asking about weapons or geography, this is quite the delicate matter because to talk about it with jeno he would have to go to his best friend and tell him look i suck so bad my husband would rather ruin his own reputation as a prince than touching me, and the joke is on me because I CHOSE to be here and now it's all become a mess and i don't know what to do. donghyuck at this point has very little of his old life left, but his pride is not something he'd be able to let go of, especially because as worthless as it is he can still use it as a weapon to lash back against mark. (and he definitely needs it given how bad his r/s with mark was in the beginning) that's why he wouldn't complain he would just let his unhappiness fester so that he can hurt mark more the next time.

#ask #fic: hm