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For an alpha, Han Jisung was not one to shy away from trying new things. If there was a stereotype of a non-typical alpha, that might as well be Jisung. Alpha's were strong. Jisung had muscles, but if he didn't maintain them they went away quickly. Felix, an omega, could lift more than him anyway. Alpha's were brave. Jisung screamed at a spider just this morning. Seungmin had to save him. Alpha's were in charge. All his friends regularly boss him about. Jeongin especially enjoys telling him what to do.
And that was totally fine. Jisung never felt the need to be a typical alpha. He liked it when Minho scented him, scenting someone else just seemed like effort. As such, because he wasn't bothered about being seen as a stereotypical alpha, he was free to try things that more insecure alpha's would never.
Such as bottoming.
Felix had once told him that he was jealous of the dildo collection Jisung had built up. He had so many, that if he wanted to put them on display he could sort by colour and length. What he didn't have, was a knotting dildo. But, that was easily rectified with a few glasses of soju on a lonely Tuesday night.
“Another package Jisung? How's your bank account doing?”
“Ugh!” Jisung whined. “Seungminnie, it's like 4pm on a Friday. How can you ask me that?”
Seungmin, his flatmate, looked at him flatly. “Easily, I opened my mouth and sound came out.”
“You could do it less.” Jisung shot back, walking up to the parcel sat on their coffee table. The site he used always used very discreet packaging, which didn't matter that much- Seungmin would be annoying about it either way.
“What're you sticking up yourself this time?” Jisung dropped the package.
“Dude!” He shouted as Seungmin burst into laughter. He pouted at him, before changing tact. “Why are you so interested in my hole Seungminnie? Did you want to see it? You could at least take me out first.”
Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Jesus Jisung. I'm good. I don't want to have to bleach my eyeballs before I'm thirty.”
“Ooh, look at me, I want eyeballs in my 30’s” Jisung pitched his voice high and drew out the vowels to be extra annoying.
Seungmin huffed and waltzed out of their living room into the hallway. “I'm going to the library.”
“You're going to the library? At 4pm on a Friday? What kind of student are you?”
Shoes half on, Seungmin snorted. “I'd rather study than stay and listen to whatever you're about to get up to.”
“That's so rude. That's basically alpha discrimination you know.”
Seungmin barked out a sardonic laugh. “Is the alpha in the room with us Jisung?”
Jisung stamped one of his feet, and waved his fist- clenched for flair. “I’m an alpha!”
“Sure.” Seungmin agreed calmly, as though Jisung just told him the sky was green. “Have you told Minho that?” And he stepped out of their flat, leaving Jisung sputtering at a closing door.
Just because Minho liked to do nice things for him, like scent him; gift him worn hoodies; feed him lunch from the other's plate; and hug him constantly, that doesn't mean Minho doesn't act like he's an alpha. Although that argument was a bit difficult to make convincing when faced with a closed door.
Jisung deflated, slumping to the floor. “Minho knows I'm an alpha.” He huffed sulkily, dragging a finger across the floor. They were just good friends. Minho probably wanted to settle down with an omega one day anyway. Just because Jisung had a preference for alphas, that didn't mean Minho did too.
The door offended him. It stayed closed. Seungmin was probably out of their building complex by now. “Who even goes to the library on a Friday anyway.” Jisung muttered as he climbed up off the floor. “He could at least make it believable, like- Jisung, you're so amazing and great. I'm going to Chan's house to whinge about how Jeongin hasn't proposed to me yet.” The alpha nodded to himself before giggling.
The box was still on their coffee table.
Deciding to take advantage of Seungmin's absence, Jisung skipped over towards it. Chan always opened packages super carefully with a small knife-like thing. Jisung had no clue how Chan had the patience to bother, it took way less time to just rip the tape off the box and wrench the flaps open.
It was magnificent. 8 inches including a large bulbous knot. Jisung wasn't small for an alpha, at least he didn't think he was. But this was at least twice his length at full girth. Neon green glitter had been the right colour choice too. It gave a kind of alien feel- which was fitting considering how it was about to be probing inside of him. Jisung quickly washed it before retiring to his bedroom.
Laying it on the bed made it feel somewhat monstrous. Sure, he had taken bigger, but never with a knot. Briefly he wondered if he should have started with something smaller for his first knot. But then he'd only be disappointed right? Jisung reasoned to himself as he shed his clothes and fished the lube out of his cabinet drawer. He looked at the vivid knot and swallowed, mouth suddenly full of saliva. Naked, he climbed back on the bed and lay next to it.
Breathing in deeply, he placed his hand on top of it, palm resting against the bulb of the knot. Its shaft was wider than three of his fingers. Jisung whimpered and clumsily flicked the lid of the lube open. He didn't normally prep more than two fingers, wanting to rush to the fun part. The slight burn and drag only made it more intense. This time, he'd have to do a little more.
Suddenly unsure of himself he paused, what would be the best position for this? Jisung bit his lip in thought. On his back? The angle would be annoying, he could ride it, but that was way more effort than he'd like.
“Oh.” He breathed softly, and rolled over, tucking his knees up under his chest and raising his hips into the air. Turning his head to the side pressed his round cheek into the mattress. Like this Jisung wondered if he looked like an omega waiting for an alpha.
Swallowing, he reached back towards his hole. The angle was slightly awkward this way. This position was definitely better suited to having a partner, at least as far as Jisung could tell. He'd never had a partner to do this with.
If he did, Jisung supposed, he wouldn't be the one with their ass in the air.
Weird. Jisung pouted as he circled lube wet fingers around his hole. He couldn't really picture himself leaning over an omega like that.
Minho probably leaned over plenty of omegas, caging them in with his overly large thighs.
Was that what he wanted? To have someone cage him in like that? One finger slipped inside, the familiar intrusion caused his cock to twitch in anticipation.
Biting his lips he let himself get used to the Intrusion. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about Minho's thighs, after all, they were friends and both alphas. Friends didn't think of each other's thighs with a finger inside their hole.
A second finger joined the first and Jisung breathed out a groan. The stretch was rapidly becoming more pleasant, the drag and slight burn receding into pleasure. Jisung scissored his fingers, bending and flexing them inside him. Panting he shook his head a little to clear the dark brown curls from his eyes.
The third shortened his pants even further, quick bursts of breath shaking in and out of his lungs. The angle was just awkward enough that he had to twist and search to find the usually familiar hub of nerves inside of him. Wrist aching, he was on the verge of giving up and changing position when he brushed against it.
“Aahh!” He called out into the empty room.
The temptation to stay there until he found his release was hard fought against, but eventually he moved his fingers away from his hole. Shaking, he picked up the knotting dildo with lube-sticky fingers. With his other hand he held the bottle over the tip and squirted a copious amount over it.
He was usually pretty liberal with lube, but normally he wasn't planning to take a knot as well as a dildo, so he poured even more than he normally would to be safe. Until the lube was dripping off of it and Jisung couldn't help but think about whether an omegas slick could drip off of an alphas knot like that, had Minho's knot ever been coated in so much slick?
He lined the tip to his hole. The alpha breathed in as slowly as he could manage, then, breathing out he pressed it inside slowly.
Pressure, slick, burn and drag. The girth was enough to make him squirm with even just the tip inside- feet flexing up and down as he tried to adjust.
Jisung held it like that for a moment, tip inside but nothing else. As the air returned to his body he slowly inched it further in.
The knot came to rest at his rim and he felt the first tear roll down his cheeks.
All of the dildos he'd taken in the past could not have prepared him for this. The knot wasn't even inside and he was completely overwhelmed.
There was no one else in the small flat he shared with Seungmin, so there was no one to hear the small moan of “Minho-hyung!” That escaped his lips.
It wasn't enough to sit still with it inside, shakily Jisung began to pull and push the silicone. He went slowly, he liked the feeling of the drag and his muscles would start burning before he could get there if he went as roughly as he would have liked. Each thrust of the silicone just barely touched his prostate, Jisung pursed his lips and tried to angle his hand more, wrist slightly aching. “Aah!” He cried out, “Hyung, there, there please, don't stop.”
The brunette gave into temptation and began to speed up, fucking himself silly. A puddle of drool began to accumulate where his cheek met the mattress, it was sticky and smeared into his hair, gluing brown curls to his skin.
Every thrust caused the solid knot to smack against his rim, squelching from the copious amount of lube he'd applied earlier. Is this what an omega felt like? He asked himself, feeling the stretch burning and dragging in an addictively pleasing way. Increasing his force he could feel the stretch start to give further and further until with an excruciating rush, the knot slipped in entirely. Jisung screamed from the combination of pain and pleasure erupting through him. He was so full, just like an omega, all other thoughts vanished, his senses narrowing down into the searing sensation of the knot embedded into his hole.
White stripes of cum spurted out of his cock painting the bed, his chest and even reaching his chin from the sheer force of his orgasm.
Chest heaving, Jisung closed his eyes. If only, he thought, the knot could stay inside him all the time.
He fell asleep. Covered in cum, drool and lube with a silicone knot firmly in his ass.
“You smell weird Jisung. Have you had someone over recently?”
Jisung froze, his wide, dark eyes as round as the boba they're often compared to. He grabbed a handful of the grey wing print hoodie he was wearing and gave it a sniff.
It smelled like hinoki wood mixed with saffron.
“I mean this is Minho's hoodie, Seungmin, maybe that's what you're smelling?” He kept his nose buried in the soft fabric.
“No, it's like…” Seungmin sniffed the air loudly. “Lilac? Have you seen an omega recently?”
“Huh?! No, I've not seen anyone outside of the group.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “Maybe your nose is broken.”
“Well, introduce us when you're ready I guess. Does Minho know?”
Jisung shot him a look. “Does Minho know what?”
“That you've let some omega scent you so thoroughly. Like, I'm a beta so my nose is basically rubbish and I can smell you clearly.” Seungmin shrugged, reaching for the TV remote and putting on a baseball game.
“There is no omega geez, the only action I'm getting is with my hand!” he protested stomping past their sofa.
“I really didn't need to know that.”
Jisung let out a small screech of annoyance, grabbed his bag and huffed, declared he was going to the studio to find less annoying people. Although he couldn't stop the burst of laughter that came from Seungmin wishing him luck.
The studio was the same as usual. His hyung's, Chan and Changbin were already hunched over at the desk. Neither commented on how Jisung was late, or the mysterious smell Seungmin had described. Although, Changbin did give him a few weird looks.
They'd met when Chan was in his third year of uni. He'd been looking for strong rappers to feature on his final project and had just so happened to go to the student union bar just as Jisung and Changbin had taken the stage to do a rap battle. It had also been the first time Jisung had met Changbin too, but it hadn't stopped him from utterly destroying the other on stage. Despite his defeat, Changbin had laughed, ruined Jisung's cool hair with a gentle hand and stuck with him ever since.
Two years later, Jisung was now in his final year of university and the three had been doing ad hoc production work for indie bands whilst saving up to open up a production company of their own. Hopefully, he'd fall in love with someone wealthy enough that he wouldn't have to go and do a boring office job instead.
Jisung drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, he was writing a love song for an all alpha band, but the hook wasn't bright enough.
“Sung?” Chan's hand came to rest on his shoulder. “You've been out of it all day. You alright?”
“Uh. Yeah, yeah man it's all good.” Jisung tilted his head upwards to look at his blond friend, “skrr.” He added for emphasis.
Chan squeezed his shoulder and sat back in his chair.
“Changbin get in the booth. I need some loud noises.” Chan commanded, barking out a laugh at Changbin's loud protestations.
“Yoooo! Loud? How can you say I'm loud?” Changbin shouted as he strolled into the booth, he gave Jisung a solid pat on the shoulder as he passed. “Hannie knows I'm the quietest here.”
Jisung threw an empty straw wrapper at him.
The song may be stuck in the proverbial water, but Jisung fed off the energy of the other two alpha's, and by the time he left the studio, instead of feeling annoyed by the song, he was still laughing at Changbin. Which is why, when Changbin offered to drive him home at 2am he agreed. They'd spent the last ten minutes convincing Chan to go home and Jisung was completely wiped, all he wanted to do was go home, sit on his knotting dildo then sleep.
Normal alpha stuff really. Maybe he could place some more of Minho's clothes on the bed first, the other alpha was so forgetful after all, Jisung had loads of his clothes.
“Man, you're really in your head today huh?” Changbin reached over and gave one of Jisung's curls a tug. Jisung lazily waved his hand away.
“Bro.”
“Bro.” Changbin replied, “you getting in this car or what?”
‘This car’ was the hot fuchsia Ferrari that Changbin had been gifted by his rich aunt. It was also Changbin's favourite possession in the world. He kept the paint sparkling with how frequently he cleaned and waxed it. Last year he'd called Jisung crying after someone had stolen one of his hub caps.
And if Jisung had to sneakily return said hubcap (stolen from Minho's room) in the middle of the night, that was certainly best kept from Changbin's knowledge.
Changbin's parents had been horrified and had offered to have the car repainted in a more alpha colour, so Changbin had doubled down; the seats had fluffy pink covers over them, and a small pink rabbit plushie hung from the mirror.
Jisung batted at the rabbit as he sat down, watching it bounce around a little. “How did you manage to find a rabbit that looks just like a pig?”
Changbin laughed “Minho-hyung bought it actually.”
“Ah that makes sense.” Jisung nodded sagely.
Changbin began to reverse out of the bay to drive them home. “How?”
“Probably reminded him of you or something, Minho's considerate like that.” As they pulled into the street, Jisung watched the streetlights, without his glasses they always looked like stars at night, light beams reaching out to him.
“Speaking of Minho.” Jisung debated jumping out of the moving car. Of course Changbin had waited until he had Jisung trapped in a small space to ask. He should have known the chill vibes at the studio were suspicious.
“What about Minho-hyung?”
“Have you spoken with him recently?” Changbin kept his eyes on the road, suspiciously nonchalant.
“We messaged on KKT this morning. He sent a picture of what I think is Dori eating cat food? It was pretty zoomed in though.”
Changbin nodded and went quiet for a while.
Jisung's leg started to bounce in the car, the light beams had become harsher, stretching towards him like interrogation lights.
"So, lilacs hmm?"
"Oh no, hyung, not you too!" Jisung slouched in his seat.
"I'm just saying. It's new." Changbin stated placatingly.
"I really don't know what you mean hyung. I don't smell any lilac at all." For added emphasis he loudly and obnoxiously sniffed the air.
"Well your nose has always been a bit shit."
"Fuck you."
"It has! Remember how it took you a full year to work out Hyunjin's scent?" Changbin chuckled, as he switched an indicator on before turning a corner. He was definitely taking the long way to Jisung's apartment. Jisung would call him a name if he didn't adore him so much.
"Well sorry, how was I supposed to know he didn't just have strong air freshener? The man owns at least two dozen candles."
"He cried when you told him to stop smelling like smoke." The other alpha pointed out.
"Again, who was supposed to know that he smelled like birthday candles?" Jisung cringed at the memory. He'd cried in return, Hyunjin's tears were contagious, it's not Jisung's fault that he was a sensitive alpha. Empathetic, he thought triumphant, it's not his fault he's an empathetic alpha.
"Birthday candles? It's vanilla and charcoal." Changbin corrected, slowing down to a stop for a traffic light.
"Are you going to start talking about the different notes in his scent next hyung?" Jisung groaned, he'd heard so much about Changbin's obsession over their omega friend.
"He has so many, it's woodsy, slightly sweet, gentle and the touch of smoke brings warmth to my heart." Changbin removed a hand from the wheel to dramatically and slowly wipe an imaginary tear from his cheek.
"God you suck."
"Says you. My wife's scent is perfect thank you." Changbin chuckled, making what was definitely another wrong turn.
"You're not even married." Jisung shot back, slumping in his seat and tilting his head to face the car roof.
"Ah, Jisungie, don't worry we'll be sure to put the wrong address on your envelope when Hyunjin finally agrees to marry me." Changbin replied calmly.
"How many times have you asked now?"
"Six. Maybe proposal number seven is all I need." Changbin paused. "Jisung. Don't you dare."
A sly grin sprawled across Jisung's cheeks as he raised his hands up, palms flat and intoned: "six, seven." In the flattest voice he could manage.
"You absolutely suck. How does Minho put up with you? Does he know about this lilac omega?" Changbin said without any bite; Jisung's shit-eating grin faded at the mention of an omega.
"There is no lilac omega hyung." Honestly, at this point, Jisung reasoned, it was more impressive his friends thought he could actually pull considering his existence was contained to the studio, class, his apartment and Minho-hyung's apartment.
"So, he doesn't know then. You should give hyung a heads up before you see him next Sung. He doesn't like being in the dark about you.” Changbin finally pulled into the correct road and Jisung hurriedly undid his seat belt so that the moment the Ferrari came to a stop he could step out.
“Great talk hyung. Night.” He called before slamming the door shut slightly harder than he'd intended. He could hear Changbin shout in return, muffled by the car door between them. Probably complaining about the mistreatment of his car.
Jisung didn't have to look to know that Changbin watched until he had safely closed the front door before driving off. It was something his whole friend group did, treating him more like an omega than an alpha. Felix had been the one to start it. Declaring that Jisung couldn't possibly go home by himself on their first night out together. That was how he learned that Felix had 79 medals in Taekwondo and was significantly stronger than him. It made him rethink a lot of his internal biases about omega's. Then it became routine in their group. Jisung was always grouped together with the omegas in their friends group. He'd been mistaken for one fairly regularly too. Jisung didn't mind. He enjoyed the doting and attention, his mother gifted him a cute face and small body, he may as well make the best of it.
The apartment was quiet. No light came from under Seungmin’s door. To avoid waking his flatmate, Jisung crept quietly across the flat. After grabbing a glass of water he made his way to his bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp once his own door was shut.
So he'd have to be quiet, that was fine. It was 3am. Seungmin was probably dreaming about book pages or something by now, Jisung reasoned as he pulled out the knotting dildo. It had become his favourite of his toys, he craved the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure it had brought him.
The lube was almost empty, which was annoying because Jisung hated having to buy it, he was pretty certain that Jeongin had developed a knack for wanting to hang out with him the moment he needed to go to the store for it. And, he loved Jeongin, enough that he didn't want to mentally scar the younger alpha by revealing his preference in lube. At least, not without Minho-hyung and he didn't want Minho-hyung to see him buying lube either. Cautiously he gave it a sniff. It didn't smell like lilac either. He really had no clue what Changbin and Seungmin were on about- an April fools day prank perhaps?
Setting it to one side, he dropped the knotting dildo onto the bed as well, before shedding his pants. Once naked, Jisung laid on his back, head on the pillows and took a deep breath.
The room smelled faintly like old laundry and saffron. No lilac at all. Weird. Jisung thought, then shrugging, drizzled some lube over his finger tips. Bringing them down to his hole, he felt himself start to melt as he rubbed the pads across the rim. It was so strange that most alphas only bother with their penis and knots. His hole always gave him way more satisfying orgasms.
Why should only omegas get to have this kind of fun? He questioned, pressing one finger inside. As one became two then three, it occurred to Jisung that normally he had to take a little more time before becoming used to the stretch. Especially when having to ration the lube.
Which was another strange thing Jisung noticed once he was three fingers in. The little lube he'd used felt like masses. So much his fingers were glistening and floppy when he pulled them out to add lube to the knotting dildo.
Jisung frowned at the strands of lube connecting his fingers. Had he really used that much lube? He squeezed the bottle to get the last dregs out and looked at the small puddle on his hand. Only a tiny amount had come out, but with the amount still on his fingers, it would have to do.
The glide was the smoothest it had ever felt going in, and Jisung was not one to complain about having an easier time enjoying himself. He quickly sped up, sliding the dildo in and out of himself.
He bent one of his knees and brought it up to his chest to help with the angle.
This way he was able to just graze his prostrate with each stroke, enough to tease, but he still missed the direct stimulation he'd been able to get in other positions.
As the pleasure began to crest, Jisung bit his lip hard to keep any noise contained to his throat, soft whimpers growing in the quiet of the night.
His mouth opened into a gasp as the knot easily slid inside, without any friction or pain this time. He felt so full and almost complete. Jisung grabbed Minho's hoodie with his clean hand and held it to his nose, breathing in the comforting hinoki smell.
And lilac.
It erupted through the room as his orgasm rocked through him.
He cleaned up. The lilac was still there.
He slept, morning passed into afternoon and he woke to the smell of lilacs in bloom.
Someone was frantically knocking on his door.
“What is it?” He slurred, voice thick from sleep.
“Jisung. Are you alone in there?” It was Chan. That was weird, Chan was normally in the studio by now writing or directing vocals.
“Uh. Yeah? What is it?”
“I'm coming in okay?” Chan called before opening the door. Jisung brought the covers up to his chest, he was in pajamas, but a more scandalous pose seemed appropriate in his sleep fogged brain.
Chan entered and weirdly looked around the room before he set his gaze on Jisung. Jisung lowered his arms to his lap as he watched his hyung's strange behaviour.
Chan's gaze burned, there was a ferocity in his eyes that Jisung had not seen before. “Hyung?” He asked.
Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His nose wrinkled. Opening his eyes, the blond alpha then swung the computer chair until it faced Jisung and sat on it. Hands clasped tightly in front of him as he hunched slightly. Chan made eye contact once more.
Jisung swallowed. His heart was thumping like a rabbit, “hyung?” He tried again, his voice breaking slightly.
“I would hope, Jisung, that if something ever happened to you, that you would be honest with us about it, yeah? That you wouldn't hide from your hyung so that hyung could help you?”
Jisung nodded softly. “Of course hyung?”
Chan cocked his head slightly to the left. “So you'll tell me then, who did this to you?”
Jisung blinked.
“Who did what to me hyung?”
Chan blinked, his jaw opened. “What do you mean did what to you? Jisung, don't you know what's happened to you?” He sputtered, the line between his brows deepening as they pinched closer together.
“Hyung? I don't think I understand what you mean?” It was the wrong thing to say as Chan's face began to crumble.
“Seungmin mentioned you've been seeing someone?”
“Ah? No? I haven't, there's no one hyung.” Jisung tried to put as much sincerity in his voice as he could.
“That's hard to believe Jisung. Hyung won't be mad at you. Were they wearing scent patches?” Chan pried, rubbing his palms together slightly.
“There's really no one hyung. I promise.”
“See, normally I'd believe you, but your scent…” Chan trailed off and broke eye contact. He swallowed hard.
“Is there a problem with my scent hyung?” Jisung implored.
“A problem? Jisung you smell like lilacs. Do you have any idea what's happened to you?” Chan snapped tersely.
“I was hoping it would go away overnight to be honest. I don't know why I smell like this.”
Chan blinked and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You don't know why. Jisung. What were you doing when it first happened?”
Jisung blushed and suddenly found the wall much more interesting than his hyung.
“Tell me Jisung.” Chan's voice was always very commanding, which was not unusual for an alpha, but Chan typically avoided going into alpha voice. But this sounded just like his alpha voice and instead of making Jisung's alpha bristle, words spilled from his mouth.
“I was masturbating hyung.” Jisung blurted, his eyes wide in shock at his admittance.
Chan blush now matched Jisung's, he also began tracing dust across the wall with his eyes. “By yourself?”
“Yeah, there's really not been anyone at all. I don't know why my scent changed hyung.” He drew his knees close to his chest- was it bad that his scent had changed? He'd not heard of it happening before, was it a sign something was wrong. “Am I dying hyung?”
“What no? No, no Jisung, you're not dying. No Sung-ah. When did uh, your scent first change?” Chan was quick to reassure, voice softening as he met Jisung's eyes again.
“Um. Yesterday? Seungmin mentioned he'd smelled lilacs before I went to the studio.” Jisung answered, not feeling particularly reassured as Chan's face was still very alarmed.
“Yeah, we could smell it yesterday too. Thought you'd met someone though. Not that it was you. I'm sorry, what kind of hyung am I? If I'd paid more attention then maybe we could have caught it in time.” He buried his head in his hands and Jisung froze. Chan was usually so well put together. Seeing him looking so small hunched in Jisung's computer chair was incredibly jarring.
“Caught what in time hyung? I don't understand?”
“Jisung. You've been…” he broke off and took a deep breath. “You've been bitched.”
Jisung laughed. “Bitched? Hyung seriously? That's just a playground myth!”
Chan shot him a dark look. “A playground myth? Jisung you're no longer a fucking alpha, how is this a playground myth?!” He snapped briefly, losing his temper.
Jisung shrunk into himself, pulling the covers back up to his shoulders.
Chan reburied his face, “sorry Jisung. I- I didn't mean to snap. It's just, I uh. Man, this really wasn't a conversation I thought we'd ever have to have. Not like this at least. Was it something you wanted?”
Jisung thought about it. “It didn't even occur to me hyung. I didn't know it was even possible? So, I'm an omega now?”
“Yeah. I don't really know how though Jisung. Normally a wank wouldn't—at least I've never heard of an alpha being bitched by their own hand?” Chan began to clutch at his hair.
“Ah.” Jisung pursed his lips.
“What is it? Jisung, if it's important you have to tell hyung.” Chan encouraged.
“Ugh.” Jisung also buried his hands in his face. They looked so ridiculous most likely. Two grown men sat in a room hiding their faces. “Don't judge me. I didn't think it would be weird okay?”
“Honestly, at this point Sung, I don't think there's anything left to judge you with.”
“Oi!” They both looked up at each other at the same time and burst into nervous giggles.
Jisung bit his lip. “I um. May have bought a knotting dildo?”
Chan gaped at him. “Sorry, what?”
“Please don't make me repeat it hyung!” Jisung whined looking up at the ceiling.
“Okay, so what you're saying is, is that you bitched yourself with a knotting dildo?” Chan asked incredulously, his Australian accent thickening as his voice rose.
“I think so? I didn't know hyung!”
“All this time, don't you know how worried we've been? Seungmin called me in a panic this morning. We thought—” he broke off.
“You thought?” Prompted Jisung, never one to let something lie unfinished.
“I thought I was going to have to put someone in jail for hurting you.” The neutrality in Chan’s voice suggested that prison had not been his only plan. Jisung shivered.
“I'm sorry hyung. I hadn't meant for any of this.”
Chan sighed. “I know Jisung. I'm sorry this has happened to you, but I'm glad it at least was an accident.”
“Yeah. I'm stuck like this then?” Jisung asked.
“I honestly have no idea. Why don't we look it up together? It might be good to know what to expect.” Chan offered warmly.
They turned on Jisung's laptop and after a five minute distraction of discussing the song Jisung had been listening to (“So, it's about shrimp?”)
They eventually searched for what to do post bitching. Fortunately the Ministry for health and welfare had a specific page for bitching.
“Okay, it says here that bitched alpha's need to wait until their hormones stabilise before they can try to be studded and turned back into an alpha and mustn't have sex until they have settled. With medical intervention this can occur as early as six months post bitching, without, could take years? Is that something you'd want Jisung-ah?” Chan asked, again trying to maintain an air of neutrality that did not suit him.
Jisung thought about it. He'd be an omega for at least six months? Heats were quarterly events so he'd have to go through at least two heats before he could become an alpha again?
Did he want to be an alpha again?
“I don't know hyung. I haven't really thought about it. Is it bad? That I don't know?”
Chan pulled Jisung into a hug. “No, it's not bad. This must all be a shock right? It's okay if you want some time to sort out your feelings first.”
“Mhmm.” Jisung hummed, breathing in Chan's warm driftwood scent. It wasn't as calming as Minho's, but it was definitely in Jisung's top five scents. Maybe top eight.
“How about I go and let Seungmin know what happened, yeah? You really scared him.”
Guilt settled into his bones. “He called you?”
“Yeah this morning.” Chan said getting up. He gave Jisung a pat on the shoulder. “I'll talk with him. You can focus on how you're going to tell Minho yeah?”
Jisung nodded dumbly and stared blankly as Chan left the room.
He listened briefly to the muffled conversation happening on the other side of his door. At one point he could hear a sharp “what?!” ring out from Seungmin. Eventually the voices quieted down and he heard the front door open and close.
Alone with his thoughts, he couldn't help but think of Minho. The comment Chan had made seemed odd to him. Why would Minho care that he's no longer an omega, he's never been one to discriminate?
But then again, he didn't think Minho knew anyone who was bitched.
Jisung grabbed his laptop and sat back down on the bed. One of the many hamster stickers covering it had started to peel off and Jisung flicked at it as he waited for it to finish turning on. Unsure of where to go for advice, he searched for forums for bitched omegas on Naver.
Clicking on the first one he scrolled through the posts. Everyone seemed to have different experiences with friends. Some turned their backs on the omega, others rallied around them, and a few went to prison for reasons Jisung didn't want to think too deeply about.
But that wasn't how he saw his Minho-hyung, when he gets round to letting him know, they'd probably laugh about it right?
Jisung clicked new post.
Accidentally turned myself into an omega-please help.
Jisung paused. That title seemed too plain, who would notice that? He tried again.
Accidentally turned myself into an omega- please help (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
By Hamstaromega
Hi, so I found out that it's possible to accidentally turn yourself into an omega? My friends are being a little bit weird? They keep telling me that I should speak with one of my hyung's in particular. My friend who's basically my pack alpha said that I should spend time thinking about how I’d tell hyung.
Should I be worried? (｡･ω･｡)
Jisung nodded in approval at his post. The kaomoji’s definitely made him seem friendlier. He pressed the post button.
After thirty seconds went by and no one had responded he flopped back on his bed with a groan.
Laying down with no one to talk to made him realise just how thirsty he was. Jisung looked at the collection of cups on the dresser. Last night's cup was empty, as were a few others. The only cup with anything in it looked a bit more mouldy than he was willing to drink.
“Bleh.” He announced in disgust, grabbing a few of them and dropping them off in the kitchen sink. The flat was empty, Jisung supposed that Seungmin had left with Chan. Which was fine, the space was quite welcome. Standing at the sink to fill up a mug with water, Jisung took a second to think about how he felt.
He didn't feel that different. Which surprised him, he thought that omegas were supposed to be more emotional, and whilst he was pretty emotional to begin with, he didn't feel like his emotions had grown that much stronger or out of control. The only real change seemed to be his scent, his soft smoky saffron smell had vanished and in its place was a strongly floral lilac smell.
Jisung also wanted to bury himself in Minho's hoodie, but again he'd wanted to do that before being bitched, so that could hardly count as a change.
Leaving the kitchen he returned to his bed to check the laptop once more.
He had two responses! Jisung hurried to put the cup on the nightstand before reading them.
Collider2002
Those are some weird emojis
Gentlenotalpha
What's your relationship with this hyung like?
Jisung chose to ignore the first comment to reply to the second.
Hamstaromega
He's my best friend. We're always hanging out, wearing each other's clothes, going to the cinema together, I usually sit on his lap when we're out with other friends and he always holds my hand during horror films and looks at me with his pretty eyes. Normal hyung stuff. (◡ ω ◡)
The replies came much quicker this time.
Gentlenotalpha
Normal hyung stuff? What's his secondary gender?
Chromakeyisbest
Man, I don't even know you and that sounds exhausting. He definitely wants to breed you. He'll probably jump you the moment he finds out about being bitched.
Bestomegalife
What. Who accidentally bitches themselves? Chat, are you seeing this guy rn?
Jisung scowled and closed his laptop, resolving to avoid using forums for advice again.
He'd yet to get out of bed when the text came through.
Dog boi
Heads up, Minho found out and he's headed to you rn. Left his iced Americano on the table and everything. Also his wallet. I'll be back later. Going shopping.
Best hamster
Wtf?
The front door banged open violently. Jisung jumped, head snapping wildly towards his closed bedroom door.
Footsteps stormed over to his room and his own door was flung open.
Minho stood in the doorway panting with the most murderous eyes Jisung had ever seen.
“Who did it Jagi?” He demanded glaring.
“Minho-hyung?”
“Who did this to you? Seungmin said you'd been… tell hyung who I should kill.” The older was grabbing the doorframe so hard Jisung was more surprised it hadn't broken under his grip. Scorched wood filled the room.
Now, that was a change, Jisung's legs felt wobbly underneath him from just smelling Minho's distorted scent.
“Hyung. I did- it was an accident. I didn't mean—” He stuttered in an attempt to explain.
Minho cut him off “Don't lie to me. Chan might have been convinced, but you don't need to hide the asshole who did this to you.” Minho stalked over to where Jisung sat on the bed, towering over him.
Jisung usually liked how small Minho made him feel, except, the way his friend was looking down on him raised all the hairs on his arms. Tears were starting to sting at his eyes so he looked away.
“Minho-hyung, I mean it. No one did this to me except me. It happened because I'm dumb. Honest.”
Minho grabbed him by the jaw, tilting his face upwards so that he couldn't hide how wet his eyes were.
“Jagiya. You should tell Alpha the truth.”
Jisung swallowed. “I am. Hyung. Jagiya.”
Minho's scowl deepened. Jisung grabbed his hand and moved it away from his face. “Honest hyung. Wait, look.” The freshly turned omega ordered before leaning over the side of the bed to pull out the drawer that held his toy collection. The neon green knotting dildo sat on top of his dildo collection, Jisung immediately grabbed it and waved it at Minho. He paused. He'd just shown Minho that he had a drawer full of dicks.
Minho blinked rapidly. Jisung's eyes widened, the dildo slowly fell from his hand and bounced on the bed.
“Um.” Jisung said, mouth agape.
“Oh.” Minho replied.
The alpha shook his head and slapped both of his bright red cheeks, stared directly at Jisung's knotting dildo and said. “Right. Well, I'll leave you to it then.” Before promptly fleeing.
Hamstaromega
(*´ω｀*) So it's me again. I told hyung. But he didn't believe me, so I showed him the knotting dildo I used that accidentally turned me into an omega. He's a weird one normally, but he went really weird and red and ran away? He's not responding to any calls or texts.
What should I do? He's my best friend and I feel bad that I upset him by showing him my knotting dildo?
Bestomegalife
Wait, you told him already?
Greenisalie
Why would you show him your dildo? You called him weird but that's so weird. I'd run away too.
FoxyRox
Ew. Maybe you should have tried talking to him instead?
Hamstaromega
I did, but he didn't believe me and was all angry and demanding, I thought it would make him less worried. (*´ω｀*)
Paintmeomega
Why don't you try and speak with him again? You'll either get a restraining order or he'll listen to you?
Hamstaromega
Hyung would never give me a restraining order. We're besties, soulmate besties. (*´ω｀*)
FoxyRox
I want a restraining order against you and I don't even know you
Chaosbunny
Take the knotting dildo with you in case he doesn't believe you. That way you can show him how you did it. I'm sure that will help him feel more at ease.
Hamstaromega
Great idea! I'll definitely give that a try. (♡ω♡ ) ~♪
Jisung knocked on Minho's door carrying the dildo in a tote bag. Just in case anyone realised he had a dildo in his bag he'd wrapped it up in Minho's hoodie. Minho wasn't ever going to get that hoodie back anyway.
Minho didn't answer. Jisung shrugged and took out his key. The alpha probably didn't hear him, Jisung thought, letting himself into the apartment.
“Hyung?” He called, the entryway was dark and smelled intensely of hinoki wood. Jisung didn't think he'd ever noticed Minho's scent being so strong before. It coiled around him leaving him feeling giddy. There was a thickness to the scent that Jisung didn't recognise. His own scent became stronger in response, lilac intertwined with hinoki.
Jisung needed more. Slipping out of his shoes he stumbled forward, mismatched socks slipping slightly on the wooden floor. “Hyung-ah?” He called out, slightly sluggish as he looked into the living room.
It was empty. The sage green curtains were open letting the fading light of the twilight inside. The leather sofa they'd spent so many movie nights on had been tidied, a fuzzy green throw blanket had been folded neatly over one arm. That was new, there were cushions now too. Jisung found himself pulled towards them, picking one of the soft cream squares up and holding it to his nose.
They'd been drenched in Minho's scent.
It was easy to curl up on the sofa and bury his face into the cushions, keeping the first one he'd picked up close to his chest. Minho must've been out or sleeping, Jisung thought, deciding to wait for him to get back.
After tugging the blanket around his legs and stomach he pulled out his phone.
Hamstaromega
Okay, so I'm in hyung's apartment right now and I bought the dildo with me as you guys suggested. (*´ω｀*) But he's not here? I'm going to wait for him to come home. His home smells really nice by the way, I can't believe I never noticed it before? But, how do I start this conversation? How do I tell him that I'm sorry I accidentally became an omega and that I don't want it to damage our friendship?(´⊙ω⊙`)！
FoxyRox
Restraining order incoming.
Chromakeyisbest
You should wait for him in his bed.
Chaosbunny
Yes, wait in his bed, make sure you have the knotting dildo on display so it's ready for you to demonstrate how auto-bitching works.
Hamstaromega
Are you sure? I'm on the sofa at the moment. Hyung must've bought cushions recently, it's really comfortable. (*´ω｀*)
Paintmeomega
Or maybe leave? It's a bit weird to stay in his place if he's not there?
Daddysomegachick
No, you should definitely wait in his bed. He'll love it.
Jisung frowned at the comments. Apart from the weird fox guy and painter guy, everyone seemed to be telling him to go to Minho's room. They'd been helpful before, Jisung reasoned. He probably wouldn't have gathered the courage to try and talk to Minho for at least a week without their encouragement.
The brunette looked at the cushions surrounding him, they'd have to come with him, he decided, they smelled too good to leave.
Jisung piled them in his arms and grabbed the throw blanket with his fingers, the cushions blocked his vision somewhat but he knew Minho's apartment layout enough to make it to the bedroom and only bumped into two things on the way (including the doorframe).
After dumping the cushions and blanket on the bed, Jisung climbed on and began setting up the king sized bed properly. Each cushion and pillow were precisely placed for comfort and the duvet and blankets were arranged until they felt just right.
“Oh!” He shouted, remembering that he'd left the bag with the dildo in it by the front door. Jisung quickly ran and grabbed it before heading back into Minho's bedroom.
Jisung pulled the grey hoodie out of the bag, unraveled it to reveal the dildo, and placed both on the bed. The hoodie was stretched out over the blankets so that if Jisung lay on top of it, it felt like the hoodie was hugging his back. He tugged the two sleeves of the hoodie around his stomach to add to the feeling of being hugged by the fabric. The dildo he lay by his side, lined up with his hips to show how he'd used it, after all that guy had said a demonstration would help.
Biting his lip, Jisung wondered how long he'd be waiting. The omega decided he probably had enough time to check in with the forum once more.
Hamstaromega
Okay, I'm in hyung's bedroom and I've got the bed much more comfortable now. I brought the cushions from the sofa with me. And I've got the dildo out like you guys told me to. I hope hyung likes how I've set it up. All I need to do is wait for hyung now. Wish me luck! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ
Chromakeyisbest
You should take your clothes off too
FoxyRox
Please don't
Paintmeomega
Okay I have to know how this goes down. Please update.
Daddysomegachick
He'll love it I'm sure
Catalpha
Why did you have to send me this when I'm grocery shopping? Asldfrasjkkloepdl why am I outside right now?
Daddysomegachick
Go home then? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Jisung woke to the slam of the front door. He listened carefully to the footsteps and sound of grocery bags being placed. Regret began to form in his mind as he listened to cupboard doors quickly opening and closing.
What if he was wrong? What if Minho didn't want to talk? It would be unfair to presume. As he spiraled towards planning an escape route, Minho entered the bedroom.
Just like they had in Jisung's room, their eyes immediately met. Earlier this morning, Minho's eyes had held a fierceness to them, Jisung was surprised to see that it hadn't dulled at all.
“I um. I wanted to explain hyung.”
Minho smirked. “Okay Jagi, explain.”
Jisung gulped, Minho stalked over to the bed, stopping only when his knees were just shy of touching the mattress. He leaned over the omega slightly, maintaining eye contact throughout.
“Well.” The alpha grinned shark-like. “I'm waiting Jisungie.”
Jisung tore his eyes away to look down at his lap. In the corner of his vision lay the neon green knotting dildo and suddenly everything seemed like a terrible idea.
“I just didn't want you to have the wrong idea hyung.” He said miserably into his lap.
“The wrong idea? What might that be little bug? That this pathetic excuse for a knot could possibly be enough to change you?” and to Jisung's developing mortification Minho picked up the phallus and waved it in front of the omega's face.
“It did hyung!” Jisung whined trying to grab it from Minho's grasp. Minho lifted it higher above Jisung's head.
“This? It's so small, silly Sungie. You can tell Alpha the truth. You know Alpha doesn't like it when you lie.”
Jisung growled out his frustration, giving up on trying to snatch the dildo back. “You're so mean hyung. I've never been with an alpha before, that's the only knot I've taken!” He argued.
“Is that so?” Minho intoned brightly. He threw the knotting dildo across the room, aimed just so it neatly landed in the bin. “Well, you can't have been bitched then can you?”
“Huh?” Jisung said dumbly, not following Minho's logic.
“Huh?” Minho mocked. “Silly baby, to become an omega like you should be, you need an alpha to guide you. Don't worry baby. Alpha will help.”
“You'll help? Help with what Hyung? I am an omega. The sites I looked at with Chan-hyung said that to be able to be studded back into being an alpha I can't have sex for six months.” Jisung tried to explain.
“Are you saying that hyung has to have sex with you every day for six months to make sure it sticks? We can do that Sungie.”
“To make sure what sticks hyung?” Jisung asked, his mouth rapidly drying as his lilac scent thickened immensely around them, nearly drowning out Minho's hinoki.
“The bitching of course baby. You want to be a bitched omega then hyung will make it happen.” The matter of fact tone sent the first flash of panic down Jisung's spine.
“Hyung, I'm already an omega.” He pointed out.
“Don't be silly Jisungie, hyung knows you need a real knot for that. Don't worry, I have one for you baby.” Minho, still leaning over the omega, took his hoodie off and draped it over Jisung's shoulders. “There you go, isn't it better to have more of Alpha's scent?”
Jisung sank into the bed, pulling the hoodie further around himself. “Yes.” He breathed, opening his legs just enough that Minho could climb onto the bed and fit between them.
“Good boy.” Minho praised, running a soothing hand down Jisung's side and sliding it underneath his hips to cup his bottom.
Jisung leaned into the touch, breathing in more of the alpha's hinoki scent.
“Hyung.” Jisung breathed out reverently.
Minho's hand skirted higher until his fingers could hook into the waistband of Jisung's black sweats. Minho placed his other hand to grip the other side of the pants, fingers just hooked over the waistband enough to rest against Jisung's waist.
“See baby. It'll be so much better once you're no longer an alpha won't it. Hyung will take care of everything.” It was like falling into syrup listening to Minho's voice, being blanketed in his scent and the warm brushes of his hands. Like this, Jisung smiled dazedly at Minho as the other alpha pulled Jisung's sweatpants down and off of his body.
“Ah, but hyung.” He mumbled, “you really can't bitch me when I've already been bitched you know. We can wait until I can get studded again and then you could bitch me after that?”
Jisung felt Minho's musical laugh huff against his thigh.
“Silly baby. Hyung doesn't need to wait to bitch you. I can do it right now.” Minho placed a soft kiss on Jisung's neck, just above the junction where his neck met the scent gland on his shoulder, just above where a mating bite would sit.
Jisung's eyes fluttered closed. “Mhmm” he hummed. It just seemed so perfectly logical to just go along with everything Minho was saying in his beautiful and delicate airy voice.
Everything? Jisung's eyes snapped open as he started to struggle against the syrup coating his thoughts. “Hyung what? Alpha? Are you” he struggled out, “are you using your alpha voice?”
Minho paused, mouth hovering over Jisung's neck. “Alpha voice? Silly Jisungie, that only works on omegas Jagiya. You're not an omega yet baby.”
“You are!” Jisung latched onto the argument as it brought his brain more and more clarity. “I’m already an omega, you can't bitch me again it won't work.”
A hand gently stroked up and down his thigh, it stopped in the middle of his thigh, Jisung gasped as Minho's grip tightened to pin his leg to the bed.
“It won't work? That's alright Jisungie, hyung will make it work. We just have to try until it takes, don't we?” Minho's eyes were firmly locked onto his, Jisung nodded dumbly, it made no sense to Jisung but it also made perfect sense.
Minho was his alpha after all, and if his alpha wanted to make sure that Jisung was his omega then who was Jisung to stop him?
Minho must have felt his acquiescence as he briefly got up to take his own clothes off. Jisung watched mesmerized by the sight of Minho's naked body. They'd been inseparable for years, whenever anyone had mistaken Jisung for an omega it would either be to hit on him or ask if Minho was his mate.
It had always stung saying that Minho wasn't his, Jisung had always wondered what it would be like to be Minho's.
Syrup was a good comparison, Jisung decided. It was sweet and light, but once submerged, it was difficult to leave. Except, was it difficult to leave? Jisung frowned as he watched Minho get a foot stuck in the leg of his grey sweatpants. Would Minho bitch him and leave him, or now that he could, would he finally claim him?
Uncertainty dug its claws into Jisung's shoulders and he curled up into a ball on his side.
“Bug?” Minho asked, placing a hand on Jisung's still clothed shoulder.
“Are you doing this because you have a fetish hyung? Will you be done with me after?”
Minho's hands firmly grabbed Jisung by the shoulder and thigh, rolling him back onto his back and pushing his legs down and out of the way. Minho slotted himself, naked, between Jisung's thighs once more.
“You think so little of alpha do you baby? As if I would ever let you be anything other than mine? Surely you noticed, this was always going to happen Jisungie, hyung was always going to help you become my omega pretty.” The hoodies, the regular scenting and food gifts, Jisung shivered at the realisation of their intentionality.
Jisung blinked up at the alpha. Minho held his cock as he inched closer to Jisung's body. It was huge, Jisung noticed, Minho's cock was much bigger than his own. Admittedly, Jisung's cock had always been on the smaller side for an alpha, but it was slightly curved and he didn't think anyone would complain about it.
Minho’s cock however, was nearly twice as long and much thicker than the dildos he'd used, including the knotting one that now lay in Minho's bin.
He felt Minho notch it against his hole. There had been no prep, Minho had barely touched him. Jisung squirmed a little.
“Hyung, shouldn't we use lube?” He asked, trying to encourage the alpha to think with his actual brain for a second.
“Why? Your slick will come in quickly enough baby. It'll be okay, it might hurt at first whilst hyung makes it fit, but it'll feel good.”
“It will?” Jisung asked in a small voice, he'd never taken anything without any prep before.
“Of course jagiya, why do you think hyung has been so supportive of you experimenting with dildos over the years baby? It was so you'd enjoy this when the time came for me to bitch you. Now open your mouth.” Minho instructed.
Jisung wanted to reply, to ask what Minho meant, if Minho really had been planning to do this for so long. The moment he opened his mouth to speak, Minho grabbed the sleeve of the hoodie he'd put on Jisung and stuffed the end of it in Jisung's mouth. Jisung could feel his own fingers just touching the hem at the base of the sleeve cuff.
The cotton filling his mouth had been so drenched in Minho's scent it tasted of it too. Jisung whined around it and Minho used it as an opportunity to push forwards until Jisung's rim had just started to give around the tip of Minho's cock.
Jisung's yell was muffled into the sleeve that was gagging him. It did hurt, the burn stabbing through him all the way through his body. Minho groaned, giving Jisung a moment to adjust.
Tears gathered at Jisung's waterline, making his large brown eyes sparkle up at Minho, who cooed and kissed the tip of his nose, then his forehead and both of his cheeks.
Minho repeatedly kissed his face in this way until Jisung's groans turned into soft giggles albeit muffled ones.
Then Minho pushed in a little more, before pausing again to repeatedly kiss Jisung's face after the tip was completely inside.
All Jisung could do was squirm and wriggle as Minho's cock slowly split him open. The kisses were soft and playful, whilst Minho's cock felt endless and piercing.
Minho inched his cock inside until the seam of his knot just rested against Jisung's entrance.
He then ripped the sleeve from Jisung's mouth and kissed him deeply. Jisung moaned into the kiss, his body singing from the combination of sensation. Minho's cock no longer felt intensely piercing, instead it moved smoothly and painlessly, bumping into his prostate with a fierce regularity.
“See baby? I told you, once hyung had made it fit it wouldn't hurt anymore. Your slick feels so good gushing out baby, doesn't it feel so good?” Minho babbled, increasing the speed of his thrusts so that his thighs smacked into Jisung's with every movement.
“Yes. Alpha, feels so good.” Jisung babbled back, hands moving around to Minho's back for purchase, nails digging into the alphas soft skin making him moan.
Minho's fingers gently caressed Jisung's cheek. He followed each caress with a tender kiss, a contradiction to the fast and harsh thrusts of his hips.
“See baby, Alpha's making you into such a good omega for me already. Aren't you excited? To be Hyung's pretty omega?” Minho asked between kisses and breathy sighs.
Jisung nodded, gasping out moans. “Yes hyung, please, wanna be your omega.”
Minho smiled warmly down at Jisung. “See, isn't it much better without those stinky alpha instincts?”
Jisung nodded. “Yes, I'll be a good omega for you hyung.” He promised, arching his back as Minho's cock stroked against his prostrate.
“Hyung's so silly, Jisungie. I should have bitched you earlier.” And with that, Minho buried his knot inside Jisung, who wailed from the sudden stretch.
Jisung felt Minho's knot throughout his entire body. His fingertips were tingling from the sheer amount of pleasure the knot gave him. It felt so right. The first knot he'd taken, the silicone had not felt anything like this. He was whole, complete and so, so full.
Was this how the creation of the universe felt like? Jisung thought as pleasure swelled inside him. Minho growled “mine” into his ear and bit down on his scent gland, mating him.
Stars and planets collided in Jisung's brain as Minho became his universe, pulling him over the edge into his own orgasm.
As he descended back into earth, Jisung went to bite Minho in return, only for Minho to draw back suddenly.
Ice trickled down Jisung's spine. He'd heard stories about one sided matings, how often they led to omegas or alphas dying from a broken heart. He looked up at Minho in horror, Minho who was still smiling softly down at him.
“Ask me, baby.” He instructed softly, smoothing Jisung's hair until the ice trickled away.
“Can I bite you hyung?” Jisung's teeth ached to finalise the bond they were forming.
“Hmm, surely you can do better than that for your alpha?” Minho continued to tease, shifting slightly to jostle the knot connecting them together.
Jisung sighed, only Minho could bring out this particular mixture of fond exasperation from Jisung. “I love you.” He said instead, smiling up at him.
Minho went red from the tip of his ears to the tip of his nose. Jisung watched as the blush spread prettily over Minho's face and how the alpha's mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ shape.
Minho blinked ten times in a row. Then pulled Jisung's head to the junction of his own neck where the alphas scent glands sat.
Jisung smiled into the bite as he sank teeth into Minho's skin.
“I love you too, bug.” Minho whispered softly, petting Jisung's hair and holding him close.
Hamstaromega
Update!!
I spoke to hyung. (*´ω｀*)
Thank you all for your advice. Alpha is now my mate!!!! He did throw the knotting dildo in the bin, which is a shame because I had yet to even give it a name. But we're mates now! I don't think I'll have time to reply to anyone. Hyung wants to make sure the bitching properly took, or whatever that means.
(♡ω♡ ) ~♪