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The evening is a lazy one. After returning home from his schedule, Minho takes a warm shower and has dinner. Then, he just aimlessly sprawls out on his bed, unlocking and locking his phone.
He doesn't feel like doing anything: it's too early for sleep, and he's not in the mood for anime or games. Minho answers strange questions on FANS and updates Bubble with his workout results and food preferences for tomorrow. Despite his boredom, he is a pro-idol and performs his duties perfectly.
But interacting with fans quickly becomes tiring, and Minho goes back to searching for interesting activities, opening and closing apps, reading a few news channels, but abandoning posts with new recipes halfway through because he won't be cooking them anyway.
He fills in one Sudoku card before turning off the game and staring at the screen of his smartphone, which is filled with app icons. Minho puckers his lips and smacks them together a couple of times, thinking. His thumb pauses over a social media platform that he hasn't visited in a while, but that always has something interesting to offer.
Twitter is a world unto itself. It's a place where fandoms never go quiet; they bubble and boil with energy, like a pot on a rolling boil, all day and night. Minho doesn't hesitate for a second before tapping the blue bird icon.
The feed instantly refreshes, pushing the most popular and latest posts to Minho's screen. Most of them are about «Stray Kids», as if the app's algorithms can read his mind. It's the usual stream of funny video compilations, cute and touching concert moments, and a few photos where Bang Chan is flexing his abs, as is tradition. Minho, the genuine stan that he is, smiles contentedly and hits «Like»—the account is anonymous, so no one will ever know he was shamelessly swooning over the leader.
Of course, there are a lot of tweets about him: photos from the press, videos from concerts, and magazine scans, each with a caption about how unreal and beautiful he is. Minho smiles contentedly, retweeting and liking, silently signing off on every word that is printed.
He gets carried away, refreshing the feed over and over again, receiving new tweets in response: in one moment, he openly slaps Hyunjin on the butt and smiles like a cat that has successfully stolen a piece of sausage from the table. The current Minho is also pleased with himself for doing so. In the next clip, he attempts to kiss Changbin, who awkwardly dodges, causing Minho to burst into laughter.
When the feed refreshes yet again, the very first tweet unexpectedly knocks Minho for a loop (even though he's already sprawled out on his bed). Freezing, he blinks in surprise, his eyes flying over the caption and the attached photo.
"I finally get it: Lee Know is an Omega," the user writes, adding a zoomed-in crop of a post-concert photo featuring him and Chan. Minho blinks in confusion, totally missing the connection between the image and the bizarre caption.
"Omega? Me? What gives? I eat pizza crusts!"
He taps the tweet open and scrolls through the comments, where an endless cascade of replies agree with the assertion that he's an Omega:
"Yes yes yes! Look at that size difference he's so tiny next to Chan!"
"They're like an Alpha and his Luna😭❤️"
"minho has big omega eyes that he blinks innocently at the alpha"
The thread goes on and on. Minho reads every reply, and his face falls further and further. It seems the pizza crusts aren't the issue here. His curiosity is fully piqued, and Minho doesn't wait long before heading to Google and typing "omega" and "alpha" into the search bar.
The very first link opens up a new, unbelievable world of Omegaverse for him, complete with knots, heats, and male pregnancy. At the mention of the latter, Minho's face falls especially hard, his eyebrows shooting up and practically disappearing into his hairline. Amazing. Scary. But engaging.
After roughly getting a grasp of the terminology, Minho returns to Twitter. Pausing for only a moment, he searches for more tweets calling him an omega, detailing his huge, pleading eyes and his perfectly wide hips for bearing wolf pups.
The initial shock has worn off, replaced by amusement and laughter. The unfathomable and frankly twisted things people dream up in fandoms are truly something else.
It was inevitable that he would eventually start getting fanfiction recommendations while scrolling through Twitter. Minho pauses at a random tweet where a user has linked an Ao3 work and captioned it: "My favorite fic where Minho becomes Chan's pack Luna!"
He taps the link. Of course, he's aware of fanfiction and has seen several works exploring fandom culture and fan fantasies, but the Omegaverse genre is completely new territory for him. It's a whole separate world with its own established rules, laws, and structure, complete with its own biology and relationship dynamics.
The first few paragraphs are nothing special and barely differ from the handful of standard fanfics Minho has seen. But gradually, the plot-wait, there's a plot?- begins to unfold, pulling him into the love story of a sweet Alpha and a sassy Omega.
Minho loses himself completely in the reading, chuckling at especially funny moments and noting a surprising resemblance between the characters and their real-life counterparts.
In the fic, Chan is an overbearing, clingy flirt, initially appearing like a crybaby but possessing a fierce core of an Alpha and leader, willing to do anything for his pack and partner. Cute, kind, funny, and a little awkward—Minho is amazed at how accurately the author managed to nail Chan's personality.
He only half-agrees with his portrayal. Yes, he was described as the hottest, sexiest Omega in the company, but acting like he hated everything living? Absolutely not! Luckily, by the end, the author revealed he was actually a sweetheart, but only through cuddling and sweetness with the Alpha.
The entire fic hinged on Alpha Chan falling for the cold and distant Omega Minho and aggressively pursuing him, offering expensive gifts and jewelry. When "Omega Minho" agrees and moves into Chan's pack house, the central conflict begins: Minho isn't fit to be Luna. Or is he?
Initially, Omega
Minho clashes with
Chan's pack members, constantly bickering and causing friction. But as the story unfolds, they resolve all their misunderstandings, and the fic-Minho is soon cooking them delicious dinners, helping Felix with his Korean, and I.N. with his homework. He also takes care of the pack when the leader is away.
The real Minho tries to ignore how similar this is to his own behavior around debut. He's not as overtly protective of the younger members now-they are, after all, adults who can handle their own problems-but he's always ready to step in if asked.
The fic ends with a happy ending where Alpha Chan and Omega Minho engage in long, passionate sex. In the climax, the Alpha knots Minho and marks his neck, finally bestowing the title of Luna upon him.
Minho closes the tab. That was strange, but certainly engaging. He learned a lot of new things. Maybe that's enough for one day...
He's thrown back to Twitter, where he spots another recommendation right under the previous fic post and instantly taps the link.
This new story is radically different from the last. The setting is primitive, medieval, bloody, and brutal, where Omega Minho is presented as tribute to Bang Chan, the leader of the Northern Pack, as a sexual plaything. Here, there is no trace of the sweet Chan from before. He's a brooding, menacing Alpha, driven by his instincts and taking Omega Minho roughly.
Fortunately, in this fic, Minho is no pushover either; he manages to put the Alpha with the big balls in his place and prove to everyone that he's capable of more than just warming the bed-he can also fight to protect those he cares about.
In the end, everyone is happy again: Minho becomes the Luna and bears Chan a litter of wolf pups.
At that final moment, Minho closes the fic. He's not quite ready for the specifics of male pregnancy just yet, but he actually likes this story even better than the first. On Twitter, he adds a few more recommendations to his «Bookmarked» list and finally quits the app. While reading, he didn't notice how quickly time passed, and it's well past midnight.
Locking his phone, Minho sets it aside and closes his eyes, letting everything he learned in the last few hours sink in. Most of the fandom considers him an Omega. He can live with that, especially if he's like the «Fic Minho Omegas»: strong, bold, and authoritative. The only question left is the other one.
Luna.
He snaps his eyes open. The Luna is the pack leader's mate. If they woke up in the Omegaverse tomorrow, Bang Chan would, without a doubt, be their pack leader. But Minho isn't the Luna. He and Chan aren't even dating, so he can't possibly hold such an honored rank in the wolf hierarchy.
Minho muses: what would dating Chan be like? Probably incredible. A handsome, caring, sexy man who is ready to sweep you off your feet—isn't that everyone's fantasy? And he must be packing heat. Right? Judging by the colorful fanfic descriptions
Minho had never seen Chan's cock directly, but since Chan is half-dressed 90% of the time, he's never been shy about flaunting his goods through the thin fabric of his boxers. And, honestly, the bulge was impressive. He wonders, does he knot? Bang Chan is a wolf, after all.
It seems he got a little too carried away and his mind went straight into the gutter. Minho closes his eyes, desperately trying to unlearn everything he just discovered.
Minho simply couldn't forget. Reading fanfics every evening, and later, whenever he had a spare moment, quickly became his routine. He didn't devour everything, but deliberately sought out Omegaverse works where he was cast as Chan's Omega. He tried reading stories with other members or in a different role, but every attempt failed. It seemed Minho wasn't just interested in the Omegaverse genre, but specifically in the moment where Chan placed a mating mark on his neck.
The funny thing was, in every new fic he read, Minho saw himself. He wasn't openly caring toward the other members, but deep down, he always yearned to be. Over these few weeks, as Minho plunged headfirst into the world of Alphas and Omegas, he discovered a new personality trait, one previously hidden under lock and key.
Motherhood.
It may sound bizarre, but gradually, he started seeing a child in each of the members. Not small, helpless infants, but those who clearly needed the guidance of a more responsible adult. And Minho considered himself that responsible adult. The Pack Luna, no less.
He masterfully drew a parallel between reality and fiction, comparing Chan to the Alpha from the fanfics who cared for the other members around the clock, ensuring their comfort and safety. Just like a real pack leader.
In these stories, Minho served as an auxiliary element, relieving the Pack Alpha's burden or taking the reins when Chan was unavailable. He enjoyed being listened to, being asked for help, and grumbling under his breath even as he assisted everyone with their problems.
He didn't notice how the Omega Minho's habits from the fics began to bleed into the real Minho's daily life: here he is, buying lunch or cooking dinner for the younger members, while six pairs of eyes stare at him in disbelief. He helps I.N. with his dancing, corrects Felix's awkward grammar, hits the gym with Changbin, and even bites back at Seungmin's snarky comments.
From the outside, it looked bizarre, and naturally, everyone noticed the shift. Sure, Minho was still grumbling and muttering like an old man under his breath, which helped to deflect any serious suspicion. He chalked it up to being in a good mood. And his mood truly did improve because Chan had noticed his efforts.
"Thank you for looking out for everyone, Minho-ya."
"I just don't want anyone dying on my watch."
Chan chuckles and ruffles Minho's hair before heading back to work. Minho raises a hand to his head, touching the spot where Chan's palm had rested. His cheeks instantly turn warm, and a frantic flutter of butterflies erupts in his stomach.
"The Alpha praised me."
From that moment on, he started kicking his efforts into high gear, going to dull art galleries and exhibitions with Hyunjin, baking brownies with Felix, and playing video games with Jisung, who suddenly had a renewed enthusiasm for them.
He helped them with choreography and lyrics, ensuring everyone got enough sleep, stayed on schedule, and ate well, deriving immense satisfaction from this easy sense of control. Every compliment from Chan fueled him, motivating him to work even harder. He loved that The Alpha noticed his efforts. That he singled him, Minho, out from the rest. He mentally preened with joy, exulting that with every step he was getting closer to the coveted title of "Luna."
Minho was going soft. He, unlike the others, didn't notice it at all, continuing to pile extra food onto everyone's plates, reminding them to drink water, brush their teeth before bed, and even saying kind things. One day, Minho even told Seungmin that he loved him despite being such a pain in the ass.
All the while, Minho continues to scour AO3, hunting for new content. AUs and settings fly past: a zombie apocalypse, college, the Harry Potter universe, and occasionally canon-based fics where they somehow manage to combine their idol work with heat and rut cycles. It wasn't always successful, of course, and in some stories, Omega Minho was sporting a bump.
In time, 'male pregnancy' stopped being quite so terrifying, and he read fics where he carried one of the members' pups with a definite twisted pleasure. Minho most often played 'Mom' to Jisung, Felix, and I.N. The latter showed up in every other fic involving children, and Minho was truly starting to see him as his son.
On Twitter, users often compared I.N. to Minho, noting the startling resemblance in their looks. However, the second parent was always "Papa Chan," from whom the maknae supposedly inherited curly hair, a squinty gaze, and those cute cheek dimples.
Minho looks up, his
gaze settling on I.N., who is slowly sipping coffee through a straw next to him while scrolling Instagram. Tilting his head, Minho scrutinized the maknae, searching for commonalities. At first, they seemed too different, but the longer he stared, the more he saw of himself in I.N. And Chan. God, the maknae really is their son!
He drops his gaze back to his phone. Some users claimed Minho personally carried I.N., and that the scar on his abdomen was from a C-section. His hand rises instinctively to rub the spot where a faint, pale line is hidden beneath his wide T-shirt.
Absurd. These posts sound like the ravings of a lunatic. Of course, Minho didn't carry or give birth to anyone! He's a man, and they're in the real world, where the rules of the Omegaverse don't apply, and-
"I.N.! I carried you!" Minho slides closer and jabs his phone screen toward I.N.'s stunned face. "Now you owe your 'parent' a kiss!"
The maknae scrambles away across the couch and quickly jumps to his feet in mock surrender.
"Chan-hyung! I think Minho-hyung has finally lost it!"
Minho snorts in annoyance. No, he wasn't crazy, just eccentric. But how could he possibly explain that to anyone else? Would they understand that he felt like an Omega? The Pack Luna, even if he didn't formally hold the title? Probably not.
But of course, Chan took notice. He couldn't afford to stand idly by when everyone was whispering in his ear that Minho wasn't acting like his usual self.
Minho is just cooking awkward situations. dinner for everyone when Chan shows up at his and Jisung’'s apartment. He enters quietly, without knocking or giving any warning, although he usually gives advance notice to avoid any awkward situations.
He settles at the table and observes Minho for a few minutes before asking honestly,
"Minho-ya, if you want to talk, you can tell me what's going on."
He doesn't want to. Or rather, he does, but he can't. Chan is smart and understanding, but even he would struggle to accept this. Besides, their leader is a critical variable in Minho's entire shift in perception. It's as if his personality has fractured and reformed into a new whole, where there is a human Minho and an Omega Minho who yearns to mate with their leader.
"It's nothing, just the usual," he brushes off the concern, adding red pepper flakes to the kimchi jjigae to make it extra spicy, stirring it with a wooden spoon.
"Minho," Chan presses, his voice soft but firm. "You can be straight with me."
Minho would love to argue that point. He doesn't, silently chopping green onions and gathering his wits. He wonders if Google would give him an actual answer if he searched, "how to confess to your hyung that you want to be the Luna of his pack.
After weighing the pros and cons, Minho finally begins his story from the very start, tracing the events from weeks ago right up to the moment he got lost in it all. Or maybe found himself?
He spoke slowly, recalling tweet details and providing real-life examples of the patterns he'd noticed. He admitted to a shift, albeit a non-critical one, in his attitude toward the other members, confessing he feels like a hyper-protective mom, and he actually enjoys it.
He also forces himself to admit that he feels a pleasant rush of nerves from the praise and, maybe, tried to subtly court Chan in return, fattening him up and doubling down on his care for the members.
When he gets to the Pack and the Luna, Minho notices Chan's face utterly drain. His own ears are searing hot as the words "marks" and "mating" escape his lips. It's difficult to admit to fetishes, and admitting to such perverse ones is nearly impossible. But he manages well enough.
When he finished, they sat in silence for a while, broken only by the gentle bubbling of the soup on the stove. Minho knew Chan needed time. He gave it to him—to process everything he'd just heard—and also, just in case, to find the right words to insult the younger man and tell him to go to hell.
But, to Minho's absolute astonishment, Chan accepted it swiftly, tossing back a simple reply:
"Let's do this?"
***
They made plans for Saturday night, and Minho spent the entire day on pins and needles with anticipation: In the morning, he prepped and gradually stretched himself, using his fingers and small trainers. He also emptied half a tube of lube into his ass, pretending his hole was naturally producing omega slick.
He then sealed the effect with a thick butt plug to keep his supple walls tight until the moment of truth. Minho wasn't an Omega, and his body wasn't designed to take a thick Alpha cock without prep, so he meticulously prepared to maintain the illusion that his Omega was always ready to be wet and compliant for his Alpha.
Minho spent the rest of the day on household chores: cleaning, doing laundry, and even pulling up a saved recipe just to keep the time from dragging by.
Every time he paused and thought about the impending encounter, his body reacted with a pleasant tremor down his back and thighs, a slippery serpent of arousal twisting below his navel, leaving a heavy thrumming weight in his groin all day long—as if he were experiencing a real pre-heat.
His thoughts scattered like startled roaches in the kitchen, his brain flashing back to the fics he'd read where Chan fucked him during a true heat, knotting him and filling him with thick, potent cum. He pressed his hands to his flushed cheeks, which were certainly not hot from the oven alone.
Before leaving, Minho packed his bag: the remaining lube, his favorite knot-base dildo, a mild aphrodisiac to enhance the feeling (he was so aroused it was probably unnecessary, but he could offer it to Chan to provoke an "Alpha reaction to an Omega in heat") and a special silicone knot sleeve for his cock-he'd spotted it in an online sex shop and bought it without a second thought.
He removed the plug, washed it, and after a moment's consideration, tucked it into the bag just in case. It might come in handy after sex to keep Chan's cum inside him.
The cool air of the room tickles the wet crevice between his buttocks, but Minho doesn't wipe off the excess lubricant, instead pulling on his underwear right over it: wet patches immediately bloom on the thin fabric, causing him to almost tremble - just like a true heat when an omega can't control their lubrication and wets their underwear.
The final flourish, the cherry on top, was the cologne that Chan had recommended as a pleasant scent for him. Minho didn't spare the expensive bottle, drenching himself with half of it—he was 'in heat,' and by canon, the Omega's scent had to be stronger and more insistent to attract the Alpha.
Standing in the hallway near the front door, he texts Chan, asking him to prepare blankets and pillows, as well as a few t-shirts and hoodies—preferably worn ones, but if the laundry basket was empty, he could spray the clean ones with his own cologne.
Chan, who seems to have thoroughly reviewed all the sent 'instructions,' briefly replies: "Okay 👌" and logs off.
Minho involuntarily bit his lip, picturing himself in a nest of Chan's blankets and clothes, everything around them reeking of their combined scents and sex. He saw Chan roughly pounding him into the mattress while he drooled onto the pillow, gasping at the light, subtle scent of the Alpha.
His anus clenched involuntarily, and he let out a soft moan as a fresh bolt of slick leaked from his stretched hole.
In the latest fic,
Minho was dressed in one of Chan's black hoodies during sex, and the moment felt cute and intimate, yet in real life, it would be challenging to guarantee the hoodie's survival given the copious amounts of lube and bodily fluids. So, perhaps if Chan was willing to sacrifice one of his items, Minho would eagerly replicate the moment. On the other hand, clothing would severely restrict the skin-to-skin contact, and Minho's knees were trembling at the anticipation of that hot, hard body pressing against his back.
Minho finally comes out and immediately runs into Jisung in the hallway. Han has a delivery package in his hands and a full glass of ice-cold Americano, which is not the best choice for a late hour.
"Drinking coffee this late is bad for you," Minho says, involuntarily flipping into "Luna Mode" as he reprimands his friend and, in his twisted mind, 'the youngest member of the Pack.' "That's why you don't fall asleep until five in the morning!"
"Yes, Mom!" Han drawls in response, then sniffs the air, catching the overly strong cologne scent: his face twists in distaste, and if his hands weren't full, Jisung would cover his nose with his fingers. "Why are you wearing so much perfume? It stinks like hell!"
Minho scoffs, walking past his friend and deliberately brushing too close to hit him with another wave of the scent.
"First of all, it doesn't stink, it fragrances!" "Second, adults are going to be doing adult things, which little kids aren't old enough to know about!" Pinching Jisung's chubby cheek between his thumb and forefinger, Minho gives it a gentle tug, as if teasing a baby.
Han grimaces, escaping his Hyung's obsessive hand.
"That sounds absolutely disgusting. I definitely don't want the details," with those words, he vanishes into the apartment, deliberately slamming the door shut.
Minho shrugs and grumbles something about 'teenagers in puberty,' then presses the elevator call button. It was about a five-minute walk to Chan and I.N.'s place, but he covered the distance in three.
Chan answers the door, decently dressed in house shorts and a T-shirt, although Minho would prefer to see him completely naked. From the doorstep, he launches himself at the elder, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. Chan was momentarily stunned by the intensity, but quickly regained his composure and wrapped his arms around Minho's waist.
"I missed you, Channie," Minho giggles playfully against Chan's lips, rubbing his nose against Chan's. "Where's Yennie?"
"He went to Seungmin and Felix's place for a game night," Chan replied, peppering Minho's face with quick kisses: his lips, cheeks, forehead—everywhere he could reach. Minho blushed, but accepted the affection, leaning into the soft contact.
"Is that so? And are they going to be perfectly fine?"
"Minho-ya," Chan gently cradled Minho's face in his hands, softly stroking his cheekbones and delicate lower eyelids with the pads of his thumbs, looking directly into his eyes. "I know you see them as your 'pups,' but they aren't five years old; they're twenty-five. They are capable of aking care of themselves."
Minho wilted, looking away. They had really come to this: Bang Chan himself was lecturing him on believing in the independence of the other members.
"You're right, I'm sorry," his teeth sank into his lower lip, the words coming out hard, stuck in his throat like a sticky piece of gum. "Sometimes I get too immersed in the role."
Chan immediately pressed his lips back to Minho's, kissing him more insistently and aggressively, sucking on his bitten lower lip and eliciting the younger man's first satisfied moan.
"Then let's immerse you in another aspect of the role, shall we?"
Minho was all in, grabbing Chan's hand and pulling him toward the elder's bedroom, which was perfectly prepared: two blankets lay on the bed, along with a couple of T-shirts and a hoodie. Minho snatched the hoodie and pressed the collar to his nose, inhaling deeply and greedily the sweet aroma of vanilla and honey.
"You smell nice, Alpha!" He playfully shot his eyes toward Chan, but immediately noticed the awkward embarrassment and averted gaze.
The confusing reaction instantly tensed him up. Pushing the hoodie aside, he asked in a serious tone: "Is everything okay? If this is too much, we can stop."
No matter how hard.
his cock was pressing against the stiff seam of his jeans, or how cold his wet underwear felt on his ass, Minho was acutely aware that his fetish was... strange, and not for everyone. He had no intention of forcing Chan to do something he found repulsive or unpleasant
The elder jerked his head up and shook his head in firm denial.
"No, I'm fine! It's just... I need to get used to it. Getting into the role, so to speak," Chan replied with a hoarse laugh, similar to a failed attempt to dilute an awkward moment.
Minho didn't push, instead slowly approaching and wrapping his hands around Chan's arm.
"We can start with something familiar," the younger man's skin itched with the desire to hear "Omega" or "My Luna" from Chan's mouth, but he held back the impulse and didn't push. "The kisses were good, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, Minho began kissing Chan, stroking his firm shoulders and exposed arms as he did so. With every movement of his lips, he felt the elder relax beneath him, responding with more confidence and taking the lead—Minho's ass was instantly captured by a pair of strong hands, kneading his soft buttocks like a piece of yeast dough.
The denim of the jeans was too thick, but even through it, Minho felt strong fingers pressing the seam into his cleavage, causing the wet fabric of his underwear to stick to his stretched and fluttering hole.
He tilted his head and parted his mouth, licking Chan's lips, and when they obediently opened, Minho pushed inside, deepening the kiss.
The sensations were more intense than he was used to. His legs turned to lead and went weak, so Minho clung to Chan's strong shoulders, almost hanging from him, with Chan supporting him under the buttocks.
And Minho dissolved in the tight embrace and the kiss, feeling a long wave of heat that flared up near his navel and shot rapidly upward, covering his body in a fine tremor and prickling goosebumps.
His cock twitched in his pants, spewing sticky, whitish pre-cum from the tip, which was immediately soaked up by the fabric of his boxer briefs, and his stretched hole convulsively clenched around the void.
Chan was also burning up. His full, firm lips covered Minho's neck with wet kisses, forcing him to tilt his head back and moan softly as a reddening hickey appeared on his delicate skin: Chan was leaving possessive marks, sucking and licking each unblemished area with a hint of roughness.
Minho's insides were trembling. His stomach dropped into his heels, and his heart leaped into his throat, pounding against his trachea like a caged canary.
He felt a slight vibration shaking his chest. Imagination. It was definitely his overactive imagination, but if they were in the real Omegaverse, Minho would compare these vibrations to an Omega's purring.
It felt good. It really did. Chan's lips marked him as an object, as fucking property, while his knotty-fingered hands slid under Minho's waistband, gently pressing against the warm, sensitive skin of his lower back.
It felt good. It really did. Chan's lips marked him as an object, as fucking property, while his knotty-fingered hands slid under Minho's waistband, gently pressing against the warm, sensitive skin of his lower back.
Minho jerked in place. Eyes closed, he clawed at Chan's shoulders with his short fingernails. He couldn't help it; his mind was veiled in a thick fog, replacing his human thoughts with those of a rutting Omega.
"Alpha, please mark me! Make me your Luna, Alpha!" Minho whined, pressing tightly against Chan's hot body and rubbing his groin against the elder's thigh. "I'm begging you, Alpha! Claim me!"
His fingers dug into the hair at the back of Chan's head, clenching them into a fist and pressing the elder's head closer to his neck- right where the mating gland should be throbbing. A Bond. A mating bond with his Alpha. Minho wanted to be Chan's Omega. He desperately wanted to receive his mark, so that every Alpha who dared approach him would know who he belonged to.
Minho nearly came when Chan growled into the curve of his neck and shoulder, sending arousing vibrations through his veins. Chan's lips parted, releasing a wet tongue that burned his skin like a raging flame. Chan licked the small area before biting down sharply.
With a loud gasp, Minho flung his eyes open and parted his lips in a silent scream. He wasn't an Omega, but the pain concentrated at the bite site spread a pleasant languor through his veins, as if his inner Omega self was joyfully whining, accepting the bond of marriage from the Alpha. From the Pack Leader.
"Thank you, Alpha... thank you..." An incoherent whisper of gratitude broke even as Chan from Minho's lips, clenched his jaw harder, leaving deep, reddening teeth marks. Connected. Now they were bonded. Minho felt as if he could even sense Chan's emotions, or perhaps all his senses had simply started working at full capacity, stunning and uplifting him at the same time.
"Omega. My Omega. My Luna."
Minho blinked in surprise when he got Chan's response to his little role-playing game. Happiness flooded every cell of his body, and lifting the older man's face from his neck, Minho bit into his lips in a new passionate kiss.
"Your Omega, Alpha. I will always be your Omega, your Luna."
Chan's pupils dilated. It looked like he was starting to enjoy it.
Minho yipped as a pair of strong arms easily lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder. After slapping the younger one on the ass, Chan covered the distance to the bed in two steps, tossing Minho onto the bedding and mounting him.
Being pinned down by the strong, hot body, Minho melted like ice cream in the summer heat. He wrapped his arms around Chan's neck again and clamped his sides with his sharp knees, locking them in place. The elder's arousal pressed against his crotch, and Minho thrust his hips upward, causing Chan to moan softly.
"Alpha, this is our wedding night."
Minho noticed how the tips of Chan's ears had turned prettily red. Cute. It was no wonder that in most fanfics, Bang Chan was specifically described as a whining, crying Alpha at Omega Minho's feet.
"You're right, my Luna. Today is our first time. Do you want something special?"
Minho hums in agreement, closing his eyes as Chan's fingers tuck his dishevelled hair behind his ear, doing it so gently and lovingly that it gives him a pleasant ache in his chest.
"Give me a wolf cub, Alpha. I want them, I want your children!"on a normal day, his words might have seemed strange, but not today. Not now. The mere thought of being round, stuffed with Chan's wolf.cubs, tightened the.spring of arousal further, forcing his entire body to vibrate with tension like a plucked guitar string.
However, Chan.remains silent for an unnerving amount of time. His dark eyes peer into Minho's flushed face, scrutinizing every feature as if examining them under a microscope. Chan seems to be searching for something, and Minho begins to worry that he may have rushed things and overstepped the mark once again.
"Does my Luna wish to present the Pack with a new member?"
Chan's hoarse voice penetrated straight into Minho's core, where the slippery tentacles of arousal stirred. The younger man moaned, pulling Chan's face closer and smashing their lips together in a new, aggressive kiss.
His fingers hooked onto the T-shirt on the elder's back, tugging it upward. "Take it off..." Minho whispered against Chan's swollen lips. "Take off everything! All your clothes! Take them off! Take them off!"
Lifting himself with difficulty, Chan pulled the T-shirt over his head, revealing to Minho's gaze inches of prominent muscles covered with fair skin, scattered with pale freckles and moles. Minho swallowed the viscous saliva, outlining his toned stomach with abs and strong pectoral muscles. He had seen Chan without a top thousands of times, but this specific instance felt unforgettable.
Chan moved further, attempting to escape the lock of Minho's strong legs, but Minho only squeezed his knees tighter.
"Let me undress completely, Omega," his palms gently guided over his shins to his knees, squeezing them lightly. "Then I'll come right back to you."
Reluctantly, Minho retreated, watching as Chan removed his shorts, leaving him in just his underpants and... oh. It was big. Really big. That is, Minho, based on the available information, had assumed Chan's cock wasn't small, but in an erect state, it looked enormous.
Noticing the burning gaze, Chan slowly hooked the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down slowly until the hard flesh popped out.
"Do you like what you see, Omega?"
Very much. A long and thick cock, with big balls and a large red head that was leaking pre-cum from the tip. It was so close that you could reach out and wrap your hand around the hot shaft. Even without a knot, Chan's cock perfectly fit the description of an "Alpha penis."
"Let's get you undressed now, too."
Minho's T-shirt crept upward, and he lifted his body, allowing the first piece of cumbersome clothing to be removed. Under the intense gaze, he felt uncomfortable for the first time that evening and tried to cover himself, but Chan grabbed his hands, pinning them to the bed behind his head.
"My Luna is so beautiful," the elder nuzzled Minho's neck, greedily inhaling the scent of his skin and the perfume Chan liked. "You will be an ideal mother, Minho-ya," he continued, moving lower to Minho's heaving chest, reaching for the small pink nipple. "When you become pregnant, your breasts will fill with milk for our wolf cub. They will get even bigger and heavier, and your nipples will redden and swell," the tip of his tongue licked the areola and flicked the hard pink bud, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth.
Minho arched his back on the bed, throwing his head back from the sharp itch that shot through his sensitive chest. Images flashed through his mind, where he was soft and swollen, feeding their baby with milk, while Chan wrapped his arms around him from behind, placing his hands on Minho's belly and his chin on Minho's shoulder, so he could better see the little wolf cub happily sucking on his "Mom's" tit.
Minho's fantasies were driving him to the brink of ecstasy: his ass, slick with lube, was throbbing and desperate to finally be filled, to receive the Alpha's hot cum and be impregnated with their baby.
"Alpha, please..." he writhed on the bed, casting a pleading gaze at Chan. "Please, give me your cock, fill me with your wolf cubs! Spread me open, make my belly round, and fill my breasts with milk, Alpha!"
But no matter how much Minho begged, Chan held on tight and moved unhurriedly. He caressed the reddened and swollen nipple, then moved on to the second, ensuring neither was left unattended, forcing the younger man to languish and twitch with anticipation.
Only after making sure that Minho's chest was bitten and kissed all over, and his nipples stood hard as red rosebuds, did Chan leave one final trail of teeth marks on the areola before moving down to the toned stomach.
Goosebumps scattered across his honey-colored skin as the path of kisses touched his tensed muscles, and Chan's tongue dipped into the hollow of his navel. Minho whined, feeling a tickling sensation from within.
"Alpha, stop... teasing... please!"
Without breaking eye contact, Chan looked up at Minho's bright red face, wet with tears. The younger man was already at his limit, balancing on the narrow edge of a precipice, where strong winds pushed him from side to side, threatening to shove him into a deep abyss of mixed pain and pleasure.
The elder decided not to torment his "Omega" any longer, descending with kisses to the edge of his jeans. After running his tongue along the very edge, Chan finally released Minho, who immediately clung to the bedspread with his fingers, grounding himself from the excess of sensations.
With his hands free, Chan unbuckled the button and zipper, removing the last barrier separating them.
A relieved sigh escaped Minho's lips when the hard cock left the tight confines and plopped wetly onto his stomach, and the cool air of the room touched his wet anus.
Yes, Alpha, yes! Please! I'm begging you!" Minho squirmed on the bed and rubbed his ass against it, as if he were a real Omega in heat.
"So impatient," Chan's fingers guided across Minho's stomach and thigh, deliberately avoiding his red cock, and moving lower to the slick-covered crevice. "You're already wet for me, aren't you? So eager to take my cock?"
"Yes, Alpha, I want your cock! Please, Alpha, fill me up! Pour your hot cum all over me! Give your Luna a wolf cub!"
Chan spread Minho's legs wider, settling comfortably between them. Grasping Minho's knees, he tugged and pulled him closer, positioning the head of his cock against Minho's wet hole.
"Are you ready for your wedding night, my Luna?"
Minho quickly shook his head, fisting the sheets. "Please, Alpha, do it!"
Taking his cock, Chan lined it up against Minho's anus, «kissing» the wrinkled edge with the pink head. He pressed in, slowly sinking the hard flesh into the pliable body, inch by inch. Minho was well-stretched, but still tight, and he gripped Chan's cock tightly from all angles.
When Chan was fully seated, he paused, giving Minho time to adjust to the fullness. Chan's cock was massive, reaching deep into Minho's core. Minho felt like if Chan pushed any harder, the head of his large cock would push through his throat.
Minho's legs came together, wrapping around Chan in a weak embrace. Minho moaned, «Alpha, please move! Fuck me! Fill me with your babies!»
And Chan thrusted. At first, it was slow and weak, but each time he increased his speed, finally pounding into Minho so hard that he drove forward on the sheet.
The bedroom was filled with the scent of sex and the accompaniment of vulgar moans and squelching lube, which flowed abundantly from Minho's ass.
«Faster! Deeper! Alpha, tie me! Tie me up while I'm in heat, Alpha!»
Minho didn't hold back his cries or tears. He thrust his hips, sinking deeper onto Chan's cock, while the large, cum-filled balls slapped against his ass.
«You take me so well, Omega! My Luna is perfect,» Chan thrusted harder and paused for a moment, placing his palm on Minho's belly. «Can you feel it? I'm right here. Soon, I'll fill you up, push my baby inside you. He's going to be right here, Omega. Can you feel it?»
Yes, Minho could feel it. Chan's cock was so huge that the head rested against Minho's stomach, stretching it with each thrust. And right where he was hitting, their baby would be living for nine months. Their child, who would look like both Chan and Minho.
«Come on, my perfect Luna! Get pregnant and give your Alpha an heir!» «Yes, Alpha, yes! I'llI give you an heir! I'm coming, Alpha!»
Minho's eyes rolled back and he came, ejaculating onto his own stomach. His entire body twitched, filling with languor, and his tight walls spasmed around Chan's cock, milking out his hot cum, which filled Minho's insides.
«Thank you, Alpha! Thank you! I love you, Chan-ah!» Minho gasped as Chan kissed him, drawing him into a long, lingering embrace.
«I love you too, my Luna.»
Unfortunately, they were not in the Omegaverse, and Chan's knot did not swell and fasten them together, but the elder did not withdraw immediately, waiting for his cock to soften inside Minho. Only then did he get up and quickly find a dildo with a knot in the younger's bag. He «plugged» Minho up until all the cum had drained out and lay down next to him, hugging Minho from behind and burying his nose in his soft hair.
«Are you happy, my Omega? Now we are «officially married».» Minho hummed contentedly, turning in his arms and kissing the tip of his big nose. «Very much. But I'm afraid we'll have to repeat sex. It's not always possible to get pregnant the first time.»