Chapter Text
A news report was already playing when Minho stepped into the convenience store. A red banner stretched across the bottom of the screen announcing several deaths of omega without a claim while a reporter spoke with a worrying tone.
"Dozens of unbonded omegas dead after heat complications..."
Behind the anchor, footage shifted between hospital, emergency vehicles, grieving families, and the blurred videos of the deceased being carried into an ambulance.
"Authorities have confirmed another significant rise in fatalities linked to Fatal Heat Syndrome," the anchor announced. "Officials are once again urging unbonded omegas of age to register with an approved alpha before the onset of their next heat."
The screen then changed to a government official standing behind a podium.
"No omega should be left without protection," he said. "Registration is crucial. We offer access to medical monitoring, emergency pheromonal care, and approved bonding procedures when necessary."
Minho stopped beside the refrigerated drinks.
"Fucking liars," he said under his breath.
They never mention the wealthy families connected to the government who paid for exclusive access to their omega files, or how few omegas were found with new alpha's and a fresh bite mark, and sometimes with a small baby bump in a span of weeks.
Some omegas were fine with the arrangement, they were desperate enough to live, it was understandable.
But on the other hand, they became so rare that several omegas have dissapeared into thin air.
According to subreddits and discussions online, omegas were kidnapped, knotted by alphas they didn't even know. In the worst case scenario, omegas were being trafficked during their heats, making the economy invisibly flourish in the most horrendous way possible. They didn't deserve this. But due to the circumstances, they were alpha's prey and having an omega available for you at all times was like a luxury.
Minho wanted no part in present society.
He left the store without purchasing anything. The rain had recently stopped, leaving the streets slick beneath the lamps. The air was cold, slightly chilly on his face.
His apartment was only a few blocks away.
So he walked with his hands buried in his sweater's pockets, trying to push the broadcast from his mind, but the topic always angered him, made him question what the world has come to.
Omegas were forced to survive and trust no one, nothing was fair anymore, and it was-
"Help!"
Minho barely reached the next intersection when a desperate, hoarse, scream broke through the night.
The alpha froze in place, halting his next step.
The sound had come from the narrow road beside an abandoned building, one of the old warehouses left to crumble after the district had been re-developing around it. Most of its windows were shattered, and the entrance had been boarded up over the years.
Then he heard a muffled cry, and low voices.
Minho nervously turned toward the building. Every muscle in his body twitched to walk towards the cry for help. He stepped through a gap in the damaged fence and followed the sound of repeated low grunts around the side of the warehouse. The alley narrowed as it went, the walls rising dark and damp on either side of him.
Then an intense, sweet scent reached his nose.
It was overwhelming, tangled with the unmistakable honey sweetness of an omega entering their heat.
But he could also sense it drowning in fear.
The scent surged too quickly, burning through the air before weakening again, it felt like their heat was coming in waves. The omega was panicking, and the bitter smell was souring their blossom-like scent.
Fatal Heat Syndrome.
Minho's feet moved even faster.
Just from their scents, he immediately identified two alphas. That's when he saw that they had cornered a completely naked omega against the brick wall. One stood hunched over behind the small omega, using his weight to keep his exposed chest pressed against the wall, while the other held his wrists in a tight grip against his back, prevented him from fighting back.
The omega's clothing had been torn from his body, scattered across the concrete. His shoulders were bare in the cold air, his skin marked with dust and scratches from obvious struggle.
He was crying, whimpering in pain as the alpha behind him was thrusting into him in deep, low grunts. The pelvic movements instantly made Minho realize that they were sexually assaulting the slim omega. Their legs shivered and and his feet pointed inwards, and Minho instantly felt rage fill inside his chest.
As Minho's smokey and fruity scent slowly flowed into the room, one of the alphas shot his head towards him, eyes glowing red.
Once their eyes connected, the alpha halting his thrusts, the squelching noises stopped instantly.
The omega released a soft whimper as his breathing broke in quiet, and weak sobs.
"Looks like someone else also followed the delicious omega in heat," the bigger alpha said with an evil smirk, his large fingers still gripping the omega's hips tightly.
The omega barely turned his head. His face was pale, his eyes swollen and terrified. Sweat clung to his hair despite the cold, and his chest was rising and falling frantically. He was a complete mess, a disaster created by the hands of another knot-head alpha.
"Please..." The Omega whispered weakly.
Without another thought, Minho quickly rushed forward with louder footsteps.
The bigger alpha, with now red glowing eyes, barely had time to react before Minho shoved him away from the omega and into the next wall as the other alpha let go of the omega's wrists.
The Omega yelped in pain as the alpha's thick cock slipped out of his leaking hole with a pop.
Just as Minho regained his posture, the second alpha released his grip and attempted to swing a fist at Minho, but he caught the alpha's arm, twisted him off balance, and sent him hard onto the concrete.
The omega slid down the bricks behind them.
Minho heard his knees thud onto the ground, but he kept his eyes on the two pathetic alphas before they could lay their hands on the omega again.
The fallen alpha pushed himself upright with a curse, and a low chuckle. "Who the fuck do you think you are!?" he huffed out, "Do you think you're saving him!?"
Walking over, Minho quickly slotted himself between them and the omega.
"Shut up and leave him alone." His voice came out with a low and deep rumble, his rage was present beneath every syllable, his eyes darkened as he threatened the two abusers.
The larger alpha tucked his slick-covered cock in his briefs as if he had all the time in world, then spoke while slowly adjusting his pants properly.
"You can smell how fucking good his slick would taste, right? You know what would happen if an alpha doesn't claim him right now," he released another chuckle with the most arrogant smirk.
Minho knew exactly what would happen.
The Omega's scent was becoming stronger between each unstable surge of their heat. His body trembled violently, and one hand had risen to his chest as though he couldn't breath.
Naturally, Minho's alpha was attracted to the scent, he could smell it freshly gushing out from the omega.
The Alpha continued, "He's already in heat. I was already fucking him through it," he said as he glared at Minho harder. "Without a bite, he will die tonight," he smirked.
Behind Minho, the omega released a soft whimper.
"You're taking advantage of his heat. Why the fuck would I let you get away with claiming him against his will?!" Minho growled in anger, his fingers curled and turned into fists.
Both Alphas chuckled with no shame.
"And what exactly are you offering him?" the smaller alpha asked with a sarcastic tone. "A noble death?"
The red-eyed alpha then gestured toward the omega on the ground. "You can help him, then leave him to die... You can let us give him the bite that keeps him alive... or you could do it yourself."
They knew that his conscience would force him to do what they had wanted from the beginning.
Minho looked over his shoulder.
The omega had curled his body inward, arms wrapped around himself as though he could keep himself warm. His breathing was inevitably becoming heavier, his cheeks were flushed in a red tint, and his eyes were clearly losing focus.
His heat was already consuming his body.
The omega looked up at him with dazed eyes, his body twitched as he tried to maintain the little conscious he had left, embarrassed by his naked torso and his trembling limbs.
Minho kept his voice steady, and as gentle as possibly could. "Listen. Your heat is becoming dangerous..."
The omega's lips trembled, his breathing began to quicken as he started to panic again.
Minho continued with a calm voice, "A bite mark may stabilize you and-"
One of the alphas suddenly walked around Minho and grabbed the omega by the arm, pulling him up with a quick rough movement.
Minho wasn't fast enough to react and fight him off.
"Stop wasting my fucking time."
As he was about to step forward to stop him, the alpha shoved the omega closer to him aggressively, panting heavily as he smirked like the devil towards Minho.
"Bite him now or we're doing it."
The omega fell forward onto his hands and knees with a broken whimper.
Instantly, Minho leaned down in front of him. He quickly removed his coat and placed it around the omega's shoulders before gently helping him sit upright carefully. The omega flinched at the contact, and Minho paused briefly so that they could process their closeness as fast as he could.
Minho really needed them to cooperate right now, he needed to get them out of here.
The omega clutched the coat around himself, pressing the warmth onto his shivering body with his trembling fingers. His gaze had fallen to the floor as Minho drew him close with careful, measured movements.
The omega instinctively collapsed against his chest as though all the strength in his body had finally abandoned him.
Minho wrapped one arm around his back and rested the other on his shoulder, offering support and warmth without forcing his face toward his exposed scent gland.
The omega began to cry freely, shaking horribly.
Minho felt each shudder pass through him as he released the saddest sounds. "I'm sorry you're going through this," he said quietly, trying to stay as composed as he could to not frighten them.
The omega's hand tightened at his shirt instinctively. "I don't want to die..."
The words were so depressing that Minho wished he didn't heard them.
His alpha instincts had already begun responding to the omega's distress. Something primitive inside him demanded that he protect and mark them. The urge disgusted him, not only because the omega had just been assaulted, but because his own body was starting to release arousing pheromones, triggered by the omega's scent.
Minho forced his own instinct down. He knew that he had to make a choice now or he wouldn't be able to save the vulnerable omega from these selfish alphas.
The omega lifted his face slowly, his eyes were teary and filled with terror.
Seperating himself from the trembling body, Minho cautiously looked down at the omega. He bent his head toward the omega's scent gland and closed his eyes in frustration.
Nothing could've prepared him for this moment. He never once imagined himself in this position where all choices had impactful consequences, making him choose between bad and worse.
He had to claim the omega.
The trembling boy knew it too despite neither of them saying a word. He cried even harder, but he tried his best to hold back his sobs as he sniffled, tears slipping down his round cheeks as Minho leaned in closer into his neck.
"I'll try to be gentle..."
Those words didn't help the omega at all, Minho wished they did but this was already the end for him. Minho softly placed his lips againsts the Omega's scent gland, his hot breath hit the cold skin as his canine teeth pressed harder into the omega's neck.
His jaw closed shut with one hard snap, and he finally bit into the omega's flesh.
"Angh!" The omega cried out in pain.
His small fists clung onto his shirt, he jolted for a second before his body slowly went limp under the alpha's arm.
Minho held him through the stinging sensation.
The bite was brutal; it made the omega's body lock in place, and blood drew from the fresh injury. The bond opened between them with a rush of mixed feelings. Fear, confusion, and grief flooded through Minho, nearly losing his balance. He stayed still for a moment, tasting the metallic blood, a bittersweet liquid that warmed his tongue.
His pheromones spiked in response, surrounding the omega instinctively and forcing the unstable heat into a slower rhythm that seemed to answer positively to the new bond.
The trembling body started to stabilize, and the omega released soft painful hics as tears slipped onto Minho's shirt. His body sagged into the unfamiliar alpha's arms, no longer fighting to remain conscious as his fate has been sealed.
Then, his scent became surprisingly sweeter.
It mixed with Minho's pheromones, which meant that their bodies were expecting them to mate.
The Omega's body already begun recognizing Minho as his Alpha, his body was preparing itself for the alpha's knot and for their future pups that he probably didn't even dream of having.
Satisfaction swam in Minho's instincts as he slowly pulled his mouth back from the bite, the bitter taste of blood and the overwhelming floral and honey-sweet scent of the omega made his mind feel dizzy. He could feel his inner alpha already clawling against his chest, the deep feeling of wanting to mate and breed the omega in heat.
Mine.
"What a waste of a pretty omega," one of the assaulters said before they both walked away.
There was no point in stopping them. The government wasn't going to do anything. Minho would let them disappear into the darkness, their footsteps faded until the building became silent again.
He finally pulled back slowly and stared down at the fresh bite wound, realizing that he had claimed the omega as his... and he didn't even know his name.
Minho remained completely still with the omega in his arms.
It seemed like the worst of his fatal heat had stabilized, but tears continued to slide down the omega's face.
Hesitantly, the omega pressed one hand over the new mark at his neck, his fingers brushing the edge of the small open wounds as he stared into the distance and realized that his life had ended right then and there.
Minho adjusted the coat around his shoulders, as they continued to cry, shaking once again.
He chose to stay quiet for now.
The claim had changed both of their lives, and no amount of kind words could erase the fact that it had happened under coercion.
Minho only held him while he mourned.
After several minutes, the omega's breathing finally became steadier, and the alpha continued to caress his hair and his back patiently while his head rested on his other shoulder.
Once the omega pulled back on his own, Minho carefully brushed some damp hair away from his forehead, and sighed deeply before his gaze connected to the saddest eyes he's ever seen.
"It's okay. No one is going to hurt you anymore," Minho whisper as soft as he could. "What's your name?" he then asked.
The omega wasn't confident in using his voice. He sniffled softly, looking down at his own hands briefly with a tired expression.
The alpha wasn't forcing him into anything, but he was still scared of everything. He took one deep, shaky breath before answering the alpha.
"Jisung."
Minho sighed deeply once more, trying to give the omega some time to process the moment while he observed the bite mark and the omega's bare body under the coat.
"I'm Minho," he said, slowly pulling his arms away. "Let me get you somewhere safe and warm. Okay, Jisung?"
Instinctively, Jisung's fingers curled faintly into the front of his shirt as Minho lifted him from the cold ground and helped him get dressed.
The responsible decision would have been to take Jisung directly into emergency care, explain the circumstances, allow the physicians to monitor the claim, and trust that the system would treat him as a vulnerable patient.
"We'll get you dressed so that we can go to the hospital and get-"
"No hospitals. Please," Jisung interrupted instantly.
Every hospital in the district was required to report fresh bite marks within an hour of admission. A newly claimed omega without documentation would trigger an automatic review. Runaways were much more common these days, so suspicion would be high if he didn't have any documentation.
The words were little more than breath, but the fear in them were clear enough for him to understand that he shouldn't take him there.
Minho turned towards him, still slightly confused. "You need medical attention," he said, keeping his voice soft. "Your heat has stabilized enough for the moment, but the bond is new, and your body was triggered by-"
Jisung shook his head weakly. "They'll find me..."
The words caught Minho's attention. Jisung looked much more petrified than before. "Who wil find you?"
Jisung looked away as he tried to regulate his breathing. His face had gone pale beneath the fever, and his fingers clutched Minho's coat more tightly around himself.
"I ran away from my family..."
The confession was spoken with visible shame, as though he expected Minho to question his intentions and to doubt whatever passed his lips.
The Alpha wanted to ask more questions, but with the omega still trembling in his arms, he decided that now wasn't the ideal moment. He could ask after, once the omega felt comfortable enough to tell him.
"Fine. I'll take you back to my apartment."
Jisung stared at the alpha for several seconds. Then another wave of his heat clashed through his body, stronger than the last.
Minho felt the wave through the bond before Jisung even winced with a small painful sound.
It struck with startling force, a flood of fever and lust flared through Minho's nervous system as though the symptoms belonged to them both. Jisung arched weakly in his arms, his fingers gripping tightly into Minho's shirt while his aroused scent surged stronger around them.
"Alpha... mh-!"
The bond made his skin crawl. The call made Minho aware that Jisung was switching from conscious to unconscious at every wave.
This is not good...
Minho's alpha rose at the plea instinctively, demanding that he should do something to soothe the hurting omega, to touch him and replace every trace of pain with pleasure. He knew he could help, he knew that a knot would-
He push away his alpha's thoughts.
"We're not too far. Just a little more..."
By the time he unlocked his apartment's door, Jisung was barely holding himself up.
Minho had to pull him into his bedroom and placed him carefully at the center of the mattress. Jisung's scent thickened, clinging to the alpha's skin and filling his lungs with every breath.
The bed was the only place large enough for Jisung to rest.
It smelled unmistakably of the alpha...
The scent of Minho's pheromones absorbed into the pillows, so the Omega didn't even think before acting on his instincts.
He buried his face in the nearest pillow and inhaled deeply with a broken, relieved, high-pitched noise, as his body twisted and curled in desire and confusion.
Minho stepped back. He wouldn't let this affect him.
His alpha felt the intense pull at the sight of the newly claimed omega surrounded by his scent and answered with a rush of possesiveness that made every muscle in his body twitch to help the omega.
Minho left the room before anything could happen.
After an hour, Minho shyly returned with water, fever medication, and a clean cloth for wiping down his body.
He placed everything within reach on the bedside table without looking at the omega in heat. He tried his best to ignore the soft moans, the bed creaking and deep breathing.
But when he started to walk towards the door to leave, Jisung watched him through his fever-bright eyes.
"A-alpha... Help omega..."
The omega was calling for him.
"Jisung, you're not yourself right now." Minho answered without looking back at the omega, already crossing the doorframe to leave.
The Omega's brows drew together. He was already naked, grinding againsts the pillow under his leaking pussy, while his finger gripped the pillow againsts himself until his knuckles turned white. His chest was pressed against the mattress as his head and upper body held him up, all while he moved his hips.
"Mhm! P-please... hu-hurts!"
"Call me if you need anything else," Minho said.
A flicker of dissapointment crossed Jisung's face as he let his chest fall onto the matress once again, sweating and panting harder than before.
Minho walked out and shut the door closed.
Whenever Jisung's awareness slightly returned, he became quiet and frightened, clutching the blanket up to his chest as he tried to comprehend why his omega was begging for an alpha's help, when an alpha was the one who forced him into this situation in the first place.
Whenever the heat dragged him under again, the fear turned into pure lust.
"Min-minho... Alpha- mhm!"
He called for him like an echo with every grind of his clit against the soft pillows, trying to chase his third useless orgasm. "Not- not enough... hm!"
The Omega pressed his face into the dirty shirts Minho had given him, but the scent was not strong enough. He needed the alpha closer, he needed the alpha to fuck him instead of using his own tiny fingers, he couldn't think straight and the burning in his body was almost physical unbearable.
Jisung needed his alpha's knot.
Hours passed.
Every wave of the omega's heat teased the alpha, pulling at Minho's instincts until his body began responding with a cycle of its own.
A premature rut.
The realization struck him with cold dread. Minho stood abruptly from the couch, he had to distract his mind before he let his rut become worse when an omega in heat was already so close.
"Minho... Are you- are you there?" Jisung's words were muffled behind the bedroom door, but Minho could distinguish his sober words.
Jisung was conscious.
Without even thinking about it, Minho headed towards the room and opened the door quickly before Jisung went back to his heat-driven state.
The Omega turned towards the door, and spotted the Alpha at the entrance. Jisung was under the covers, only peaking the top half of his face over the sheets. He was trembling, and his eyes were wide from fear.
"The bed smells like you, but you're too far away... My omega is annoying me," Jisung said as a whisper.
"You're in heat, you're probably just more sensitive to everything," Minho said softly.
Jisung knew that. He didn't need an alpha to explain it; he just needed the pain to go away.
Still feeling terrified, he lowered the covers. The bond pulled with a punishing ache, promising relief if he stopped resisting. The omega's scent was no longer merely distressed but receptive, dominated by desire and calling to the alpha who had marked him even when Jisung was trying to maintain that barrier between them.
"It hurts too much..." Jisung said with a trembling voice, almost like he would cry. "Could you scent me? Maybe, it would relieve the pain for a bit..."
Minho's gaze landed on the omega with slight suspicion.
All of his shirts and underwear had been gathered around Jisung's body, tucked against his sides and around the bed, from his drawers and his closet. The arrangement was a mess, but it was a nest.
Jisung's nest.
He cautiously walked closer, but he didn't climb fully into the bed. Instead, he sat on the edge and looked at Jisung's shaking pupils.
He did think that the omega would eventually push him away or tell him to leave. But, he was surprised after Jisung scooted over, just a little, to make some space for the Alpha.
"You can- You can sit closer," Jisung said nervously, "It's your bed anyway."
Minho really didn't want to trigger the omega's fear with the wrong words. Jisung already trusted him enough to let him inside his nest, and somehow found comfort in his scented clothes even after Minho forced a bite mark on him, he wouldn't risk losing even a small amount of trust.
He sat closer with slow movements. Then he lifted his legs onto the bed, leaning his back against the bedframe, his limbs only centimeters away from the omega.
Their scents blended gradually within the nest, Minho's strong bonfire smoke and dried orange aroma no longer felt uncomfortable.
Minho remaineed against the headboard, close enought to provide the comfort Jisung had asked for, but careful not to touch him without warning. His hands rested above the blanket, while he watched Jisung struggle mentally.
The omega's body leaned instinctively toward the alpha's scent, yet his eyes remained wary, following every movement carefully.
"Are you sure about this?" Minho asked.
Almost shy, Jisung nodded, then swallowed when Minho stared down at him, waiting for a clear response.
"I really need this," Jisung whispered shyly.
Minho moved closer with deliberate slowness, giving him every opportunity to retreat or a chance to stop him. He lowered his face to his hair, right beside his ear rather than the vulnerable mark along his neck, releasing a new gentle wave of pheromones.
Jisung instantly felt the heat in his lower abdomen ease slowly, and his anxious mind transitioned into something more peaceful.
He kept his eyes closed while he inhaled deeply, instinctively releasing a soft pleased hum, pulling Minho's masculine scent into his lungs. His hands clutched the blanket, curling over his own knees until he lifted them and reached forward to grab the alpha's shirt.
The need to hold the alpha closer to his naked body terrified him.
Unexpectedly, Jisung began to cry softly. The tears gathered beneath his lashes before slipping over his flushed cheeks as he felt his heart ache from how good the alpha smelled, even holding back, his instincts was completely in control.
Minho immediately began to withdraw the moment he heard a sniffle, afraid that he had overwhelmed the sensitive omega, but Jisung tightened his grip and aggresively pulled him closer.
"Don't move. I just... I'm a little overwhelmed," Jisung said in a sad tone.
Minho placed his palm on Jisung's back and moved it in slow, careful circles, maintaining enough distance that the omega never felt trapped beneath his body.
Eventually, after a few minutes, Jisung curled into Minho's side, resting his cheek over the alpha's chest while one arm wrapped cautiously around his waist, as if they were cuddling.
He could hear Minho's heartbeat beating faster than his calm expression suggested, its rhythm strong beneath his ear. The sounds reassured him somehow because it proved that the alpha was not effortless in control.
Minho was struggling, but he was holding back for Jisung's sake.
The Omega's mind was becoming fuzzy once again.
"Alpha..." Jisung's omega called.
The alpha looked down at the omega. Jisung stared up at him with sparkling eyes, a shimmer of happiness and comfort in his eyes for having the alpha so close. Minho lifted one hand and rested it gently against Jisung's cheek to ease his mind.
Their faces were only inches apart.
Then suddenly, Jisung's hands hooked around the alpha's neck to pull him down for an unexpected soft kiss.
Minho barely moved against him from surprise, he let Jisung take control as their lips met with pleasant warmth and soft pressure. It was innocent, the omega's lips were so soft, inexperienced and sweet.
Their kiss deepened.
Jisung's shoulders shook lightly and a faint sound of relief escaped him, the blanket slowly slipping lower. Minho wanted to pull back, but the taste on his lips was too addicting. It made his alpha jump around happily. He really didn't expect to enjoy the kiss as much as he did, but he couldn't help that Jisung was pretty, and the glimpse of his cute nipples and the curve of his slim waist made his mind feel fuzzy.
The omega's hands slithered into the alpha's hair, holding him impossibly close while Minho's smokey scent began to spike again.
The heat in Jisung's lower abdomen pulsed vividly, begging for a different kind of relief. He knew exactly what he wanted. His sweet peach blossoms and honey scent also flared and filled the air with his obvious arousal.
Minho pulled away with a quick tug.
"Jisung, wait-"
The omega flinched, whining softly from the loss of contact, he stared at the alpha with worried eyes. "Hm? Do you not want me, Alpha?"
Jisung was in heat-mode again.
Minho leaned intoo Jisung's hair, pressed a soft kiss on top of his head to at least relax the omega's running mind with a romantic gesture. "That- that's not the case."
"Then kiss me, alpha... It's working..."
Jisung's fingers tightened in Minho's shirt, pulling at his shirt as Minho tried to lean back the opposite direction.
They were too close, and slowly, he was also slipping into his rut due to their strong mixed scents. He could feel his cock filling and twitching awake slowly as he heard the soft whimpers his needy omega released.
"Alpha... just want kissies, please."
Jisung's eyes no longer displayed fear. They were filled with desire, they were open wide and his brows pressed together to show his eagerness.
Minho couldn't back much longer.
Maybe, just kissing would help them release some tension.
The alpha stopped holding back and leaned into the omega's pull. Their lips connected with more intensity and passion. Their bodies flared from the combination of their heat and rut, becoming a tempting yet suffocating, heated bodily experience.
Jisung purposely split his lips apart while they kissed eagerly, letting Minho's hot tongue slide past them. Their lips smacked in obscene sounds as the omega released soft moans. His fingers would tug on Minho's hair and he would try to pull the alpha closer even when their bodies were already so pressed together.
It just wasn't enough.
Jisung's hooked one of his legs over the alpha's clothed hip, the sweet slick from in-between his crotch area reached up to Minho's nose, making his nostrils flare from the most desirable smell the alpha has ever inhaled. Minho instinctively placed his hand on Jisung's bare hip, his fingers gripping just over his hot skin.
They inevitability melted into the kiss.
Repeatedly, the omega sent vibrations down the alpha's throat from his soft moans. Jisung would chase his mouth and nip his lower lip as his omega tried to get all the pleasure he could get. His hands slowly untangled from the alpha's hair and slid down his body, gently brushing past the alpha's arm and lower to the band of his sweatpants.
Jisung's heart fluttered in his chest. As they continued to kiss, his fingers hooked to the edge, discreetly moving Minho's shirt up and slipping into his joggers-
"Jisung."
Minho's deep, and smooth voice was spoken as his hand instantly grabbed Jisung's wrist, completely stopping him.
They were staring deeply into each other's eyes, trying to communicate but clearly, they were already so out of it. The omega already looked so fucked out with his dazed eyes and his flushed cheeks, panting softly.
"Alpha..." Jisung whined with half-lidded eyes, "Feel so empty... want your knot..."
Minho's stopped breathing as he felt his own eyes turn a darker color. Jisung was speaking fully dependant on his instincts. He wasn't fully there, he wasn't sane or in the right mind. Minho knew better than to believe he wanted to be bred.
Jisung moved nervously under the alpha's shocked expression, slowly grinding his cagina onto Minho's crotch. "Want... alpha to claim me again. I want alpha's pups. I want alpha's knot-"
Minho cupped Jisung's face carefully with the palm of one hand, fingers holding him from the base of his face.
"Omega, you don't know what you're asking for."
The omega began to tear up again. The rejection seemed to make him realize how desperate he sounded, making him feel humiliated for asking for too much... But he couldn't help it, his skin is burning!
"My body hurts, Alpha! You- you can make it go away..."
"You don't want me like that. Jisung, you don't want this..." Minho begged as much as he could. He needed the omega to hold on to his conscious side before he lost his completely.
Jisung shook his head against Minho's chest, his legs hooking the alpha closer to him in frustration. "Please, alpha! Please... Just this once... hurts so much...!"
The scorching rut burned beneath the alpha's skin, answering each plea with a violent demand. His body wanted to pin Jisung on the bed, to bite into his skin again, to satisfy every urge until neither of them could remember there had ever been distance between them.
Jisung lifted his face again. This time, when he leaned toward Minho, their mouths nearly touched, his breath trembled against the alpha's lips as he pulled the alpha over his body, pulling him closer than ever.
Their instincs were much stronger than the control they had of their own bodies.
Minho's rut was consuming him.
Jisung pulled Minho's clothes off with his desperate paws, flinging them hastily off of the bed as the alpha was hypnotized by his demeanor. Minho could see his slick shinning between his legs, smeared over the inside of his thighs, and that made every rational thought go completely out the window.
The omega reached for Minho, but the alpha ignored it, he flipped Jisung to his back and the omega doesn't resist when the alpha splits his thighs open aggresively with glowing eyes.
The first inhale of Jisung's slick made his mouth water.
He pressed his nose to the crease of Jisung's thigh, slowly sliding it up towards his hip as his heart beated loud into his ears. Jisung clutched the sheets in anticipation, squirming slightly.
"Omega... smell so good, look so needy..."
Jisung smacks a hand over his mouth, but it's not fast enough to muffle the pretty noise of embarrassment he made. Minho closely watched as more slick leaked out of him, his cunt was pink and glistening so much already.
Minho breathed in deep, exhaling against Jisung's skin as his hips jerk, his hole pulsing as more slick slides down along the curve of his ass while attempting to close his legs shut.
But the alpha held them wide open.
"Minho...."
The Alpha confidently dips his head down.
"A-ah!"
Minho's tongue laps at the slick oozing out of Jisung's folds, following the trail of it with his tongue from the omega's ass up to his cunt. He prodded his hole teasingly, scooping up the delicious liquid with the tip of his hot tongue to slurp up every drop.
Jisung wailed in pleasure. His fingers tugged Minho's hair, trying to dive his tongue deeper into his own pulsing pussy.
"More! Mphf- More, a-alpha!" Jisung repeated.
His slick is coating Minho's tongue, smearing over his cheeks and his chin with every slide of his tongue into Jisung's hole.
Minho could do this all day.
The omega's sudden orgasm takes Minho by surprise. His whole body shook violently, his thighs trying and failing to squeeze shut against Minho's firm grip.
"Mhm, al-alpha... o-oh!" Jisung whines as he comes.
Minho just kept licking him through it, lapping up every drop. Jisung's slick was better than anything else he's ever tasted. The salty taste of his juices the perfect contrast to the syrupy-sweet slick, the scent was amazing, so the taste was overwhelming for the alpha.
Minho let go of one of Jisung's thighs, and quickly pressed two of his thickest fingers into his humid folds. He pushes them in slowly, barely even giving them the moisture that they needed because of all of the omega's juices.
Jisung's walls pulse around them, tightening and releasing them as he breathes slowly, and a stream of broken moans pours out of his mouth in between his panting breaths.
"Alpha," he managed to moan from between his gritted teeth. "Hurry..."
The Alpha started thrusting them in, twisting his fingers eagerly as he heard his own name be called out, diving his head again to slip his tongue in between them, devouring the omega like he was starving.
Minho's cock was twitching against the bed mindlessly, angry an aching. His mind is buzzing, drunk on Jisung's slick.
Nothing else mattered anymore.
He gave the omega's cunt one last lick, watching with satisfaction as the omega twitched helplessly, his hand yanking at Minho's hair before he finally let him go.
When Minho finally climbs up onto his knees, he slowly crawls over the omega's limp body. His cock was so hard, already leaking pre-cum, and his knot already swelling at the base. Jisung was having a stronger effect on him than he anticipated.
Breed omega.
Minho's heat curled in his gut, his inner alpha gripping him hard when he's trying to fight against his instincts. It was too late, his inner alpha already made that decision for him. His mind and his body already knew that he was going to pump their omega full of cum, fuck him over and over again, until he's round and full of their pups.
Jisung's hands reaches for his face hesitantly, like he was confused if he should even touch the alpha over him. Minho leaned his face in willingly, curling over his body to seal their lips together.
Finally, they let their inner wolves took over.
Minho rolled his hips, rutting down against Jisung's body as he moaned into the kiss when the alpha's thick cock slid against the wet mess between his legs.
The alpha was no better. He answered the moan with a pleased growl, playfully bitting the omega's lips and later kissing along his jaw, down the side of his neck to get direct contact with his scent gland. He noses at the curve of Jisung's neck, rubbing his jaw against his skin, wanting nothing more than to drown in the omega's aroused scent.
When he pressed a kiss to Jisung's gland, the omega trembled underneath him. "So big..." he barely moaned out.
Minho doesn't remember lining himself up. He could only remember Jisung's whimper turns into a howl as the alpha finally thrusted his cock deep into his tight pussy. His cock splitting the omega open as the legs around his waist pulled him closer, both of them gasping from the overwhelming pleasure.
Instinctively, Jisung's hole sucked Minho in deeper, clenching around him so perfectly. The omega's hole was so wet, yet so tight, slick squelched obscenely as Minho failed to pull out. His knot already nudging against Jisung's entrance.
"Fuck," Minho groans deeply, trying to enjoy the moment before he finally gave the omega what he wanted.
He pulled back slowly, and slammed into him with a forceful thrust, so violent that Jisung yelped in pain as his back arched just slightly.
The omega was more than satisfied, his little toes curled outwards as Minho began to roll his hips, causing the squelching noises to return as did the skin slapping.
It wasn't long before his rhythm quickened, fucking him ruthlessly like an animal. Minho's eyes turned dark as he watched down at the sobbing and trembling omega, biting his puffed lips as his cheeks turned red and his eyes glistened with tears. Tears of overwhelming pleasure as he moaned out alpha at every slap of skin.
The bedframe hit the wall and neither of them seemed to care.
Jisung's nails were scratching Minho's shoulders as the alpha's cock throbbed hard inside of him, purposely clenching his walls hard every second like a heartbeat. "Alpha, nghh," he begs, "Fill me with pups, need it..."
That was the last call for the alpha.
Imagining the fucked out omega with his pups inside, made his alpha determined.
His hips jerked, his cock barely slid out of Jisung's tightness before slipping back in with a hard thrust, making the omega cry out. "Ohh, right there- Mmhh!"
Once he found the omega's spot, he couldn't stop.
Minho's hips slammed into Jisung hard and fast, desperate to bury his knot in the omega's cunt and fill him up until he couldn't anymore. The small pleas and weak curses made his alpha lose his mind. "So tight- Fuck! ...so pretty, omega."
Alpha is pleased. Jisung thought to himself.
Instantly, he wrapped his legs tighter around Minho's hips, digging his heels into the alpha's ass to pull him closer.
Minho scraped his teeth along Jisung's shoulder, and quickly bit down on a patch of skin where the previous bite was located.
"Ah- ah- ah! faster- mhm," Jisung gasped sharply, his hips twitching up to meet Minho's violent thrusts. He twisted under Minho, his hole feeling so hot and filled. The alpha's cock reached deeper, he tried to clench around it, trying to swallow the knot he so craved. "Knot, knot, knot-!"
Minho trembled against the fever-hot skin of Jisung's neck. "Gonna fill you up so fucking good."
It only took one more thrust for Minho to knot the omega, shoving it inside of him with force that made both of the roll their eyes to the back of their skulls. It popped in with a painful stretch, the omega was satisfied and pleased.
"Mhm! Ah-" Jisung's back arched.
Minho had no control over himself, he couldn't even think straight as these words slipped from his lips. "My omega... only for my knot..."
With the alpha's name falling from his lips one more time, his hole clamped hard on his dick, milking every drop of his cum, keeping Minho's knot perfectly in place as his seed emptied out in his throbbing pussy with small spurts of cum.
Once Minho's knot finally goes down, he slips out of Jisung's hole with a displeased grunt.
They both slump back against the bed, panting with exhaustion. Minho carefully wiped the tears off of Jisung's precious round cheeks, making sure he's comfortable, running his fingers over his face as the omega's eyes slowly shut closed.
The room grew quiet except for the rain beginning once more against the window.
Minho laid awake with the omega held against his chest, every nerve in his body relaxed with the satisfied omega in his arms.
By the third day, Minho could no longer remember what his own bed smelled like without the omega.
The pillows had been rearranged into a loose barrier around them. Several of his shirts were twisted among the blankets, saturated with both their scents, and Jisung slept with one hand permanently curled into his chest, over Minho's heart.
The fever had begun to weaken, but the exhaustion it left behind was profound. They probably fucked over ten times, they lost count. Jisung was fully controlled by his omega and Minho by his alpha.
Their wolves finally recognized each other.
Jisung spoke even less during the last day of his heat. Most of the time, he communicated through small adorable movements and pleading words. It was an exhausting heat. Jisung's arms reached out for Minho when he wanted the alpha closer. He pressed his nose against Minho's neck when the heat began rising again, like he has become addicted to his scent and he whimpered like a puppy into his skin.
Jisung had spent three days asking for a knot as though it might be denied at any moment.
Each time Minho gave it to him, and filled him to the brim as his rut influenced every action, his inner alpha taking control him every time the omega called.
During the final severe wave of his heat, Jisung woke up trembling at three in the morning.
He quickly got up with his heart drumming fast in his chest, and the combination of cum and slick gushed out from his abused pussy.
Still needy, he needed the alpha's cock.
Jisung unconsciously crawled over the alpha's body, he placed his knees on each side of Minho's hip as he pressed his ass on alpha's crotch. After pressing both of his palms on the alpha's buff chest, he slowly arched his sore back and grinded his already throbbing cunt on the the alpha's limp cock while he slept.
"Nnh- feels good..." Jisung moaned softly. The stimulation of his warm folds against the alpha's hot member sent a shivering sensation through his body.
Want alpha's knot...
Jisung couldn't get enough of it. The Omega was fucked and filled with cum several times in the last three days, yet emptying out every knot just wasn't enough, he had to feel the burning stretch that made him see the stars.
The frustration made his hands move under him, grabbing the alpha's already semi-hard dick to align the head to his entrance.
The omega didn't need to prep. He was too desperate and already leaking enough to gracefully slide his alpha's cock into his wet pussy. The burning flare in his lower abdomen was overwhelming, and the girth that stretched him made him release a deep sigh of relief as he slowly tilted his head back.
"Oh, shit! Al-alpha... ne-need more," Jisung moaned out as he slowly lowered his hips, swallowing Minho's cock completely.
By the time he bottomed out, the alpha's dick began to thicken inside his heat. And just as he lifted his ass up to begin pleasuring himself on the sleeping alpha's cock, Minho stirred softly before he fluttered his eyes open from his interrupted sleep.
"Alpha..." then Jisung slammed down hard.
Minho winced with a low groan, hands slapping themselves on top of Jisung's thighs instinctively.
"Fuck. Jisung," he breathed out with his deep morning voice.
The omega ignored him completely, his clouded eyes and split open swollen lips made him look already so fucked out. He looked so perfect and so beautiful on top of him, he could never forget such a pretty omega, fucking himself on a limp cock with his hair messily hanging over his forehead as his chest flushed red.
Minho couldn't help but fall for the omega's beauty.
Jisung lifted his hips again, slamming them down hard once again with a loud broken moan. "Ah- Alpha," he said in a high-pitch moan, lifting his hips again. "Can't- mhm- go deeper," he slammed down again harder than before.
Minho was breathless, speechless even.
The omega was sloppy and desperate, but he also looked so perfect. Minho could stare at him all day, watch him closely as Jisung selfishly pleasured himself on his hard veiny cock for hours. Jisung lifted his twitching hips and slammed them down with heavy breathes, repeatedly moaning alpha as he shook helplessly.
Minho wanted to continue watching Jisung slam down on his filling knot, the omega's ass slapped the skin on his hips, and his hair bounced seductively over his flushed face. The alpha was already so excited to pop another knot for the desperate omega, excited to fill him with his pups, and make the omega orgasm right on top of him.
Slick started spilling from the bouncing, it slid down Minho's cock and the smell was extremly strong. Jisung moaned desperately, it was so lewd that the alpha could hear it for the rest of his life.
"Alpha...! breed me, breed me, breed me!"
Minho obeyed immediately. He thrusted his hips up, meeting with Jisung's ass as his hands pulled him down hard. Their skin slapped loud and the slick squelched somehow harder. The intensity caused both of them to groan and moan in opposite vocal tones. Both so close to their climax.
Jisung's nails slightly scratched Minho's pecs, fingers curling againsts his chest from the teasing orgasm. "Ngh, Min- Minho!"
Popping his knot just on time, Minho released one last low groan, almost with a growl. Jisung slammed down one last time, taking everything as his pussy clenched around his knot hard, swallowing it completely, feeling as though the head had reached his cervix.
Jisung's orgasm made his mind buzz. His legs trembled under the alpha's firm hands.
Then, Minho playfully pulled Jisung down onto his chest from his waist, smiling widely as the omega made a soft surprised, yet tired sound. Only then did the omega inhale deeply to release a pleased sigh. He slowly regulated his breathing while they stayed attached to each other, chest-to-chest as their hearts beated against each other.
Minho couldn't avoid feeling happy.
He caressed Jisung's back lovingly as he stared up at the ceiling with a blank expression. His rut didn't pass completely, but he felt more present now than he did the last few days.
Unconsciously, Jisung began to purr.
Minho could feel his heartbeat and the soft vibrations coming from his throat. He came to realize that he probably liked the omega from the start.
Jisung was adorable, the prettiest omega he had ever met.
These last few days, Jisung was someone who was looking for love and comfort, an omega who wanted to be appreciated, and Minho was willing to treat him like he is the most precious thing in his life, but then again, Jisung wasn't fully present during his heat.
Minho wasn't either, but fresh mating bites usually had a stronger affect on omegas more than they did on alphas.
And the guilt was eating him alive.
"Sleep omega," Minho said, unsure if Jisung would even respond. "I'm glad that you're safe and comfortable."
The omega carrying his mark was satisfied, protected, and resting peacefully inside their shared nest.
Every primitive part of him was pleased.
Minho's hand settled carefully between his shoulder blades as Jisung continued to purr. He pulled the blanket up to cover themselves before they drifted to sleep once again.
A thin line of morning light spilled from the curtains, brighter than it had been during the previous days.
Jisung's body shot up, awake and alert.
The movement was so sudden that pain pulled sharply through his body, forcing a broken gasp from his throat as the blankets slid down to his waist. Every muscle felt heavy and overused, his limbs trembling beneath the effort of holding himself upright, while a deep soreness appeared in places he did not want to remember.
The room was unfamiliar.
The dark wooden furniture, the clothes scattered across the floor all belonged to him and someone else.
The air was thick with a scent that had soaked into every surface, smoky and warm with some citrus beneath it, and although Jisung had never known that scent before, his body recognized it immediately.
His alpha.
A strong arm was resting loosely around his waist, heavy with sleep, while a warm chest pressed against his back. The stranger behind him breathed slowly, peacefully, as though there was nothing wrong with waking beside an omega he had claimed only days before.
Jisung's heartbeat began to pound in terror.
He looked down at the arm around his waist.
There were faint scratches along the alpha's arms, some of them fresh enough that Jisung could tell where his own nails must have dragged across the skin. His stomach twisted as scattered fragments of the previous nights flashed right in front of him without warning.
The alpha's lustful eyes, the tight grip on his hips.
His own voice begging for pups.
Jisung began to panic as he remembered the abusers. He lifted his trembling hand toward his neck and stopped before touching it.
The bite throbbed beneath his fingertips even before contact. The skin around it was swollen and tender, the punctures beginning to close but still painfully sensitive. A pulse traveled through the fresh bond the moment he brushed against it, and the alpha behind him released a quiet sound in his sleep, shifting closer as though he had felt the touch.
Jisung pulled himself, swatting the arm away.
Minho woke instantly from the sudden movement. His eyes opened with confusion before his expression softened at the sight of Jisung sitting with a heaving chest, though he tried to remain calm.
"You're awake," he murmured in his morning voice.
Jisung simply stared at him.
The alpha's face, his dark hair, the tired shadows beneath his eyes, the shape of his mouth that Jisung vaguely remembered kissing until his lips had ached.
Yet his body reacted to him as though it had known him forever.
His omega felt overjoyed at the sound of Minho's voice. The soreness in his neck pulsed warmly, like it was comforting. Something inside his chest made him want to lean towards the alpha before Jisung could stop it, seeking the safety of his scent, and that instinctive response frightened him more than anything else.
Jisung scrambled backward.
The movement pulled the blankets completely away from Minho and exposed more of their naked bodies. Jisung's eyes dropped for only a second before horror crashed through him.
There were marks along his thighs. Faint bruises covered his waist where strong fingers had gripped him. His own skin strongly carried Minho's scent that he could barely find his own beneath it, and slick had dried uncomfortably inside of his legs.
Jisung grabbed the nearest blanket and dragged it around himself. "What did you do to me?" he asked weakly, his voice shaking.
Minho went still, his soft smile turned into one of worry. He pushed himself upright slowly, careful to keep his distance as the omega seemed to be confused and frightened. "Jisung, we-"
"Get away from me!"
The Omega's voice cracked louder this time.
Minho's jaw tightened, although he did not move closer. "You were in heat. You were in pain, and the bond triggered my rut. I claimed you, and you asked for my help, so I-"
Jisung shook his head immediately, as his fists curled. He remembered himself clinging to Minho, calling for him, pulling him closer whenever he tried to retreat.
But those memories did not feel like his own.
It was his omega instinct that had accepted the stranger's claim because it desperately wanted relief from their heat. "I don't even know you," Jisung said, quieter but more desperate.
Minho looked down at the sheets between them.
He wanted the alpha to defend himself. Jisung wanted Minho to yell at him, to reveal some selfish intention that would make everything so simple.
It would be so much easier to blame his failure on someone else.
Because accepting that he had survived this long on his own and still felt the need to rely on an alpha, made his survival meaningless.
Jisung never wanted to rely an alpha.
Instead, Minho sat before him with exhaustion in his eyes and accepted every accusation as though he had already repeated them to himself countless times. Like he knew exactly how Jisung would react once the heat faded from his body and cleared his mind.
The omega gripped the blanket more tightly around his chest.
"You're just like every other alpha," Jisung spat.
It was small, barely more than a flicker, but the pain crossed Minho's face before he could hide it. His eyes lowered, and his hands curled against the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
Jisung felt the hurt through the bond. His words made Minho's sorrow bleed into his body with such clarity that Jisung nearly reached toward him before fear pulled his hand back.
Even his emotions were no longer private.
"Stop it," Jisung whispered.
Minho looked at him. "Stop what?"
"I can feel you," Jisung pressed harder against his chest, as though he could smother the connection beneath his palm. "I don't want your guilt inside my chest!"
Jisung's voice rose sharply, and Minho flinched.
The reaction startled them both. The omega's anger was only temporary, terror quickly replaced it. He looked around the bedroom again, searching for his clothes. Perhaps the alpha had expected the omega from the previous nights to still be needy in the morning, curling against his chest and purring happily when he was held.
The thought made Jisung feel sick.
Jisung shifted toward the edge of the bed and turned his back, lowering his gaze while he hurried to dress beneath the blanket. His fingers shook so badly that he struggled to guide his legs through the sweatpants, and every movement sent soreness through his body.
Minho must have heard the uneven breaths behind him, but he did not offer help.
Once Jisung had pulled the shirt over his head, the scent overwhelmed him. It belonged to Minho, the same warm pheromones that made his omega relax despite everything his mind was screaming. He nearly tore it back off.
"Get out," Jisung said weakly.
Minho rose from the mattress. "Jisung, please let me-"
"I said get out." Jisung’s throat tightened, but he forced himself to repeat it.
The hurt returned through the bond, deeper this time. Jisung felt it settle heavily in his chest, not anger or resentment, but a quiet sort of heartbreak that seemed far too intimate for two people who barely knew each other.
Minho reached for a pair of sweatpants on the floor and pulled them on without turning fully toward Jisung. His movements were quick, but the bond revealed the guilt he kept hidden behind his expression.
Finally, he walked toward the door, stopping with his hand around the handle.
"There's water beside the bed," Minho said quietly. "The medication should've worn off, but your fever might return."
Jisung didn't bother to answer.
Before stepping through the door, Minho glanced back at the omega. "I'm sorry,” Minho whispered. "I know that doesn't fix anything."
The door closed softly with a small click.
Jisung curled up in the bed. He pressed both hands against his mouth as the first sob tore through him, bending forward until his forehead touched his knees.
The moment Minho moved farther away, the bond tightened with such aching loneliness that Jisung nearly called him back. He pressed his lips together, trying to keep the alpha's name trapped behind his teeth.