ryo

When you voice that thought to Joshua, he laughs and agrees, unfolding Jun’s hoodie and holding it up. You appraise it with a tilted head before pointing to the left corner of the mattress. Joshua fits it there. The nest you’re making on Seungcheol’s bed is starting to take shape.

“You know, I can just do all this myself.” You pout. He shakes his head.

“Sorry. Strict orders from Seungcheol. You’ve started tapering your suppressants today. You don’t lift a finger.”

You roll your eyes. “But I feel fine.”

“Argue with him about it, then.” He holds up Mingyu’s shirt. You point to the top left this time.

After it had been decided that you and Seungcheol would be each other’s heat and rut partners, you did immediately feel more at ease. Mostly because the guilt of ruining everyone’s schedule was lifted. Seungcheol’s rut was strategically placed before playoffs start since there is a long gap of no games in between, which gives the team time to breathe. You’re also more at ease because Seungcheol’s complete confidence in himself is reassuring to you.

He talked to you separately from the pack a few hours later on the same day you got back from the doctor’s office. He sat you down the same way as the day before, when you told him that you wanted to join the pack, and he was somber as he asked you if you were okay with this.

“I know I said you would be able to choose whoever you spend your heat with, but I think I didn’t anticipate that it would end up like this.” He looked regretful. “I know you would much rather have an alpha you trust-”

“I do trust you.” You interrupted him. It seemed to catch him off guard, a surprise you had never seen someone as self assured as him exhibit before.

“You do?”

“Of course.” You felt heat prick at the back of your neck, feeling a little shy. “You’re my pack leader.”

You could see the moment his shoulders stiffened. This close, you noticed the way his eyes darkened at your words. Your heart raced. Oh. This was a turn on for him.

He just nodded jerkily and gave you a small smile, but you stored the information inside your brain for later. Truthfully, you had been thinking about Seungcheol for a while. His was the only rut left, and now that it’s going to be synced with your heat, the anticipation is making your toes curl. Anyone with eyes can see how attractive he is, large expanses of muscles shifting under his smooth, pale skin, hair brown like the earth, falling into his eyelids, his almond, intense eyes that remind you of dark whirlpools.

You shake your head at the memory. Is this one of the effects of tapering the drugs?

“You okay?” Joshua asks, bringing you back to the present.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He watches you closely for a few more seconds. You know he’s hyper alert to whatever you feel at this time. The doctor's warnings had really made everyone so jumpy. You sigh and drop back into the half formed nest, snuggling into the clothes.

“I’m fine. Stop looking at me like I’m a time bomb waiting to explode.”

Joshua sighs and goes back to the bundle of clothes he’s sorting through for the next piece to put in the nest. “Sorry.”

You two spend some more time working on the nest. Well, it’s mostly him. You’re more just lounging around on your phone. Ever since the doctor visit, you have been scouring online forums up and down for any information about delayed heats and tapering heavy duty suppressants. A lot of it is neutral, science based information, with some personal experience sprinkled in.

“This comment says that the effects of tapering start happening after the second or third altered dose.” You ruminate out loud.

Joshua hums, holding up one of Soonyoung’s wool scarves. You make a face.

“No. It doesn’t smell like him enough.”

“I can ask him to scent it.”

You shake your head vigorously, scowling. “No scenting. Only stuff they’ve worn. It’s more natural.”

Joshua gives you an amused look. “You’re being very particular today. I would argue that we’re seeing effects already.”

You huff and roll away from him. He laughs.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re part of the pack now, but everyone is even more affectionate with you than before, which you frankly didn’t think was possible. Mingyu loves picking you up to plant you in his lap, laying heavy smooches on you until you whine at him to stop. Minghao does your nails for you, a pretty pastel color you told him you really liked when you saw him wear it once. They are very consistent with your meals, and you know Hansol has planned out pretty much everything you will eat for the next week. You discovered this the day before you started getting off the suppressants.

“You’re making a fucking spreadsheet?” You gawk at his laptop where he has perched it on his legs. He decided to lounge around with you for the night and brought his stuff with him. From the open bathroom door, you hear Jeonghan laugh. Hansol just shrugs.

“It’s easier to keep track.” He says, simply. He’s acting like it’s no big deal, but the gesture makes your heart swell.

You wake up on the second day very groggy. In fact, you wouldn’t have woken at all if Jihoon didn’t shake you awake, claiming it is nearly noon and that you need to eat something. You feel tired to your very bones, making a face when you take the pill for the day. You barely force down a couple of bites of food before turning over and immediately falling back asleep. Jihoon huffs but doesn’t force it, making a mental note to tell Hansol to modify the lunch menu a bit.

You spend the whole day in your half built nest, dozing in and out of sleep. You wake just enough for Jun to coax a few bites into you at lunch, and by the time dinner rolls around, Seungcheol is standing on the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he watches you, worried.

“If she’s going to have a two week heat, then she can’t slack off on food.” Jeonghan mumbles. Seungcheol only hums, mind racing.

The next few days are spent with a myriad of different symptoms. You have frequent cramping, the rare episode of vomiting, and you feel panicky the closer you get to your heat. You constantly feel like your heart is beating too fast. The pack filters in and out of the room in intervals, and the omegas are there extensively, cuddling with you, reassuring you, trying to get you to be calm. It works in short bouts, but when your hands start trembling again, you spiral. Seungkwan spends a long time one afternoon just scenting you like crazy, and you ride that wave to the end of the day.

But as the days go by, you can feel yourself slipping. You already feel like you’re in pre-heat, even though that shouldn’t happen so far in advance. Then again, this isn’t a normal heat, so you should be expecting anything. But the worst part is that you grow irritable. You keep adding more and more stuff to the nest with an almost feverish intensity. When Chan tries to gently coax you to stop, you only shake your head and whine.

“It’s not enough.” Your hands shake. “It’s not enough.”

It is enough, though. The clothes are piled up comically high, but lying in the nest gives you almost no relief. It’s like anything that touches your skin burns, a strange aversion you have never developed in your heats before. Where you used to seek comfort in the pack omegas, touch aversion is making you push them away, which makes guilt gnaw at you. You don’t mean to be rude to them, but they reassure you that they understand, and that this isn’t your fault. You feel like someone is constantly dragging nails down a chalkboard in your head. It makes you want to claw your brains out.

Meanwhile, in the room down the hall, Seungcheol is getting more and more agitated as his pre-rut takes over. He knows where his omega is, but he can’t go to you. He had promised himself he wouldn't, not before your heat hits, because he’s not sure if it will overwhelm you or freak you out. From what the pack is telling him, you’re not letting anyone near you right now. The truth is, he has been in pre-rut countless times, but this is a special circumstance for you. He doesn’t know how you will react to him. He needs to make sure you stay okay.

The pack watches all this unfold, helpless. All they can do is make sure you eat, sleep and take your meds. They are effectively keeping your body alive, but they have no idea what to do about the fact that you’re slowly slipping into a fog they have never experienced or dealt with before.

“Okay, that’s it.” Seungkwan sighs one morning as you take your pill. “Last one. You’re officially off suppressants.”

You sigh, laying down again after you swallow. You curl into a ball, eyes falling shut. Seungkwan watches you with concern.

“Do you need anything?” He asks softly. The question is starting to annoy you, even though you know that they’re always asking because they care. The truth is that you are annoyed with yourself. You don’t know what you want. Nothing is calming you down. You curse the suppressants again, for the hundredth time since this whole thing started. The doctor was right, this is emotional distress the magnitudes of which you’ve never experienced before.

“I just want to sleep.” You mumble. You can hear him sigh in defeat before leaving silently, feeling tears spring in your eyes. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You just feel terrible. You reach out blindly to fumble around the nest, the great myriad of clothes, hoping any one of the scents in there might calm you down. You bring them up to your nose to take a whiff.

Wonwoo, no. Seokmin, no. Chan, no. Seungcheol-

Seungcheol.

You press Seungcheol’s grey hoodie hard against your lower face, eyelids fluttering. He smells like cedarwood. Rich, earthly, calm. His scent reminds you of how he is as a person. Stable, reliable, strong. Subconsciously, you whine. You breathe in his scent until you can’t anymore, until the cloth becomes dull and unsatisfying. Then you scramble through the mountains of clothes to find something else. Some spill off the bed and onto the floor, but you don’t care. There’s a shirt in there that belongs to him, a wool cap, another jacket. But it’s not enough.

Your legs are shaky when you stand. You have to blink a few times to clear your vision. You stumble to the door. You feel like you’re drunk, since it takes multiple tries for you to find and turn the doorknob.

You don’t know what time of the day it is by now. The hallway is empty. You sway where you stand, looking down the dimly lit space. Sweat runs down your temples. Which room is he in? Joshua mentioned that he’s down the hall…. that would mean the very end, right? You take a few steps in that direction when your lower stomach cramps so viciously that you gasp and bend over, clutching at it.

You curse, knees buckling. This was a bad idea. Anyone walking by would be able to smell your impending heat. You should’ve waited inside, maybe called him instead of coming out here. Your stupid, heat addled brain didn’t let you think-

“What the hell?”

Hands scramble to take a hold of your arms, trying to straighten you. You cry out when that position makes the cramp worse. You hear a curse.

“Hey, it’s me.” Wonwoo’s voice is gentle and low. “Let’s get you back to your room, okay?”

Your building tears finally fall. You sniffle. “Seungcheol-”

“I’ll call him. We need to get you back first.”

You’re in too much pain to reply. You can feel his arms slip under you and lift you up. You just let him carry you back.

When you’re back in the nest, you press the clothes still smelling faintly of Seungcheol into your nose. They don’t do much, but they stop your head from spinning so violently. Your tears stain the fabric. You can hear hushed voices, Wonwoo on the phone.

You can smell Seungcheol even through the door when he comes near, your nose hypersensitive in sniffing him out. You’re sitting up before he has even one foot through the threshold. Seeing his face just makes your own crumple. You sob.

“Alpha!”

He makes a beeline straight to you. You’re completely tunnel visioned to him. You don’t even notice Seungkwan and Jeonghan right behind him, both of them concerned by Wonwoo’s phone call. When his hands touch your arms, the first contact of your skin, you cry harder. He’s quick to shush you, climbing over the many clothes to pull you closer to him. He plants himself down on the bed, pulls you on him until you’re straddling his lap and wrapping your arms tight around his broad shoulders.

“I’m here. I'm here.”

Seungcheol’s alpha purrs loudly inside him. This. This is what he wanted all week, to be close to his omega. He knew his instinct was right. You needed him. He curses himself for not being here sooner, for not listening to the voice in his head. But that’s all in the past. He’s here now. Every fiber of his being is ready to take care of you. He wraps a tight arm around your waist to hold your trembling body closer to him. You feel feverish, the warmth coming off your body in waves. He can feel the way your delicate hands tremble on his back. Most importantly, he can smell you. So dense and sweet that it makes him nearly dizzy. There’s not a whole lot that fazes him, but this, this must be what drugs feel like to an addict who has been craving his fix for a long, long time.

You pull back just enough to look at him, your forehead bumping against his. Seungcheol is shocked by how dilated your pupils are already. Your face is blotchy and sweaty, tracked with tears. You whine, a sound from deep within your chest that has every alpha in the room stiffening.

“Leave.” Seungcheol chokes out, eyes not diverting from yours for a second.

Neither Jeonghan nor Wonwoo question it. But Seungkwan is confused. “Her heat isn’t due for another two days.”

Jeonghan places a hand on the omega’s shoulder. “Seems like it’s early.”

Seungkwan shakes his head. “But that’s not possible-”

“Seungkwan, get out.”

Something in his voice must register, because Seungkwan is immediately scrambling to leave. When the door clicks shut, Seungcheol runs his nose up the side of your neck. Your breath stutters.

“Pretty little thing.” He coos. His voice is so deep that you clench painfully around nothing. You’re soaked already, you can tell. Your shorts are clinging to your crotch because of the wetness. His scent is clouding your senses. You’re slipping, slipping, slipping, but you don’t fight it. He is there to catch you. You whine again, paw at his chest. You can’t help it. Seungcheol’s hold on your waist tightens.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispers into the skin of your neck. You tilt your head so he has more access, your nails digging into the meat of his arms.

“You.”

He tuts, and his disappointment nearly unravels you. You want to please him so badly. “Be more specific.”

“Your cock.” There’s not an ounce of shame in your depraved body. “Your bite. Your scent. Your knot. Please, Alpha.”

When he chuckles, it reverberates in his chest. You can feel it. His hands run down your sides, squeezing lightly at your hips, mapping out your unfamiliar body.

“Greedy girl.”

You breathe out shakily when his lips press in a chaste kiss to your swollen scent glands. “I’ll take anything you’ll give me.”

“Oh, I’m not saying it like it’s a bad thing.” You can hear his smirk. “You’ll get all of it. And more. By the end, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

You nearly cum just hearing his words. He shifts then, lifting you a little so he can plop you down on the bed. You pout when his body disconnects from yours, and he smirks when he notices. He shuffles back from you more. You want him back already.

“Strip.”

You bite your lip, feeling a little shy. But it’s nothing compared to how horny out of your mind you are right now. Your omega is howling near constantly inside you, so desperate for a knot it makes you sick. So you reach down, arch your back as you peel your sweat dampened shirt off your body. If he wants you to strip, then you’ll put on a show for him.

His eyes are dangerously predatory as they run over your freshly exposed skin. You lift yourself up on your knees and spin your body around so your back is to him. Then, you reach back slowly and with a flick of your fingers, you snap open the buckle of your bra. You hear Seungcheol curse low under his breath. His scent in the room thickens. You want so badly for all this, your heat, your little display, your scent, to trigger his rut early too. You want him to lose his mind and knot you like he means it.

You peel your shorts off slowly, and Seungcheol groans this time, watching the curve of your ass. When you’re fully naked, you look at him over your shoulder. He is holding himself up with his hands propped up behind him. You would have to be blind to not notice the way his erection struggles against the confines of his sweats. He’s so buff it makes your head spin. You feel yourself clench at the electricity sizzling in his stare. You can feel something wet run down your thigh.

“Present for me.”

No moment of hesitation. Your omega is rearing to go, and this time, there is no inhibition holding you back. There is no doubt, or anxiety, or stress. You are nothing but unbridled need, and you plan to show it to him.

You lean forward until your elbows meet the bed, knees widening until you feel cool air hit your core, and then you arch. Inside you, your omega preens.

“Fucking hell.” You nearly jump when his hand brushes over your ass cheek. His very touch is cool on your skin. Your fingers fist the cloth under you. “So pretty. So obedient for your alpha.”

“Please.” Your voice cracks. Tears fill your eyes. “Please, Cheolie.”

The nickname does something to him, because he sighs, leaning down to brush his lips over your skin. He bites, bites, right over your asscheek. You nearly jump when you feel his breath, hot and heavy, between your legs.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes.” You nearly weep. “Please, god.”

The first swipe of his tongue nearly unravels you at the seams. His movement is languid, like he’s doing it for himself and not for you. He runs the muscle down until it bumps your clit, nudging at it teasingly, not nearly enough to make you cum, but enough to set your already sizzling nerves on fire. You cry out at the feeling, clenching pitifully around nothing. You can feel the trail of liquid down your slit, but it doesn’t reach far before Seungcheol laps it up.

“Delicious.” He grunts, voice muffled, sending vibrations through your pussy. “Always wanted to feel you like this. You always smelled so good to me, omega. Wondered what this sweet cunt would taste like.”

Your mind reels at this information, at the thought that you smelled good to him, even at the very beginning, when he was nothing more to you than the captain of a volleyball team and a future client. And you were nothing more to him than someone from the Service. Just the thought of it drives you crazy, and now you have him, this big, strong alpha on his knees behind you, face buried in your ass, eating you out like you’re his last meal.

His arm comes up to wrap around your lower back, pressing down on it so your arch deepens even more. Your elbows give out, cheek pressing into the mattress. His lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, enough to make you whine loudly and squirm in his hold. But you’re rendered immobile, held tightly to him, helpless to take what he gives you. It’s no surprise when your orgasm barrels into you prematurely without warning. You don’t even have time to voice it. Your body locks and the pit in your stomach snaps, sending waves of pleasure through your system like you were just waiting to let go. And you were. The relief of finally cumming is instant. You shake and cry in his hold, his tongue and lips not stopping for a single second until you’re reaching back to claw at his arm, overstimulated.

He pulls away with a slurp so long and loud that it would make a pornstar blush. You collapse on the bed, back already aching from the way you were bending it. When you look back at him, he’s soaked from his jaw down the column of his throat. There’s a dark patch forming on the collar of his shirt. Fuck.

He doesn’t leave you alone for long, crawling over you. He lays a kiss on your lower back before trailing his lips up your spine. You sigh, eyelids fluttering as tingles run over your skin.

“Feel better?” He whispers when he reaches the back of your neck. You hum.

“Good. Get some sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You can hear him shuffling around, kicking off some of the excess clothes in the nest that are making things a little suffocating. You hear more rustling of clothes, and you can’t help but pop your eyes open to look. You don’t regret it at all, because you’re met with the sight of him shirtless, holding the top he just pulled off in his hand and looking around with a contemplative look. You watch him add it to the nest, and you have to hold back a snort. Alphas are notoriously bad at making nests. They have no instinct for it. But your heart warms at the thought that he’s trying.

His arms are slightly tanned, and the muscles under them are nearly bulging. You’re in awe of how a man can be so bulky yet so soft. You want to sink your fingers into his skin, maybe your teeth too. You turn to lay on your side, sighing. Seungcheol looks back at you when he feels movement and smiles.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

You shrug. “Don’t feel like it.”

He hums and lies down next to you, sighing deeply and closing his eyes. His scent has waned a bit, but it’s still very strong. His rut hasn’t started but you can tell that he’s on the brink. You watch his features, the rosy flush on his cheeks under the pale background of his face, his eyelashes which are long and curled, laid delicately over his cheekbones, and his lips, so plump and pink. You realise that you still haven’t kissed him, and you want to, so badly.

“Did you mean it?”

“Hm?” His eyes only flutter but don’t open. You hesitate a little.

“What you said…. about me.”

That gets his attention enough to make him look at you. He seems to understand what you’re implying, the thing he revealed to you in the heat of the moment. You don’t break from his stare.

He shuffles towards you until he can wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him. He slides his other arm under you so you can lay your head on his bicep. You sigh at the skin on skin contact, sinking into his embrace.

“Myungho was the last person to join the pack.” He mumbles. “That was many years ago. And I genuinely believed that we were done taking new members. In fact, I was a little resistant to the idea.”

You stay silent, cheek pressed to his chest. His heartbeat is steady and calm.

“When I first met you, just before you got on that bus, I thought you smelled so good. I’ve been around omegas for a long time, but no one caught my eye like you did other than the omegas in my pack. I thought maybe it had something to do with the Service. Maybe Service Omegas were made to smell that way. But the others didn’t react the way I did and it made me doubt.”

Your heart is in your throat. He squeezes you a little.

“Then Seungkwan brought up you joining the pack. And so many others agreed. And….. I didn’t protest. I didn’t even counter argue. I asked you to eat with me and dumped all of it on you because frankly, I wasn’t opposed to that idea at all.”

You can’t help it. You push back enough to look at him, mouth dropping open. Seungcheol looks so open, so vulnerable. His hand reaches up, playing with your hair.

“I shouldn’t have done that to you. You were already overwhelmed-”

“No.” You immediately interrupt him. “I’m so glad you did that. I was confused and upset, but you were honest with me and it gave me a purpose to really think about this. I don’t want you to regret that, ever.”

Seungcheol smiles a little. “I thought I freaked you out.”

You let out a laugh and shake your head. “I was shocked, yes. But everyone was being flaky with me back then. You were the only one who told me everything to my face. I’m grateful for that.”

When Seungcheol huffs out a breath, it feels like it’s laced with relief. You wonder how long he’s held this in. Your lips twist up in a cheeky smile.

“So you liked me? Even back then?”

His expression melts into something more teasing. He rolls both of you over until you’re trapped under him. “I did. There was something so intriguing about you. I thought you were just the cutest little thing. I wondered what you would look like under me. And now I don’t have to imagine it, because here you are.”

You can feel your face burn hot. You’re sure he notices it too. “You wanted me like this?”

You know you’re just fishing for compliments at this point. But your omega craves validation right now, especially from the pre-rut alpha inside your nest who will eventually give you his knot. And he seems to know this too, because he indulges you.

“Mhmm. Thought about how good my rut would be this time around. Couldn’t wait to scent you. Wonwoo told me how great his rut was, then Jeonghan, then everyone else. I had no idea I would be lucky enough to not only have you, but have you when you’re in heat.”

His voice is low as he whispers in your ear, and the more he talks, the more you feel your nerves slowly light up again. His hand runs up your bare side to squeeze your left breast, brushing his thumb lightly over your nipple. Your breath stutters. He hums.

“There you go. Get excited for me again.” It rumbles from his chest. You can’t help but whine. “Good girl. Remember, I won’t fuck you until you’re soaking, got it?”

“I am.” You arch into him when he lays a chaste kiss on your neck. You wish he would just scent you properly. Bite you. Officially make you his and the pack’s. He shakes his head.

“No. Even more. You’re going to wet the bed for me sweetheart, only then you’ll get my knot. Understand?”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head, being told what to do like this. He’s so sexy it makes your head spin. You feel like you can’t breathe. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He says again. You could cum, just like this.

His fingers prod at your entrance, and you instinctively spread your legs more. He hums his approval before sliding his middle finger inside you to the last knuckle. You can feel the relief immediately, finally getting something inside you, even if it’s a finger and not his cock. It’s enough to tide you over for the time being. When he pulls it out and sinks it back in, the pad of his finger glazes over your spongy walls, testing. You bite your lip, bucking up a bit into him. He tuts.

“Don’t be greedy.”

But you are greedy. It’s hard not to be when he’s right there, the perfect prize, and especially when you know that you will get all of him eventually. You try your hardest to not squirm under him, but when his second finger joins the first one, you shudder violently.

He watches you closely throughout all of it, face hovering right over yours. His fingers are so slow that it is near torturous, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Please.” You gasp. “Hurts.”

“Where does it hurt, baby?” His voice is laced with lust. “Here?”

He curls his fingers upward in a ‘come hither’ motion. Your legs jerk and you clench around them.

“Or here?” His free hand trails down until it’s resting right at the bottom of your abdomen. The palm of his hand lays flat and then he presses down at the same time his fingers curl up again. You sob, nearly doubling over at how good it feels. You can feel how much slick is leaving your cunt, how your body temperature is rising even more. You’re nearing full heat, and Seungcheol is doing everything in his power to get you there.

He fingers you hard and fast, free palm pressed on your lower stomach. The perfect stimulation to give him what he wants. He doesn’t slow for a single second, consistent in his ministrations. He whispers words of encouragement, keeps going until you’re cumming so hard that your ears ring, until you momentarily can’t hear him anymore. He stays true to his promise. You gush all over his hand, make a mess all over the bed, weeping and sobbing until he finally slows. When he pulls his thick fingers from you, they’re drenched, attached to your fluttering cunt by thin long lines of your juices until they break. He massages over your lips, wetting you even more as he coaxes you down.

“Beautiful.” He whispers. “So sexy.”

You preen at the praise, legs relaxing. But your breathing won’t regulate. You feel hot all over, and your mind is foggy. It’s hard to string two words together. You whine.

“Alpha,” you choke out, “need- need you.”

Seungcheol can see the exact moment your heat takes over, the way your eyes go hazy, and something in your scent shifts. It’s just as sweet, but denser, more needy, and Seungcheol’s alpha growls, satisfied. An omega in heat, right under him, begging for his knot. Something scratches in his head, claws at his chest. He needs to be inside you right now or he will lose it.

He’s so far gone, so invested in you, that it doesn’t register to him that you just triggered his rut. All he knows is that he needs to get inside you immediately, give you the good fucking you deserve. He fumbles with his sweatpants until he pulls them off. They’re completely ruined by the copious globs of precum he keeps leaking, and his neglected cock has had enough. He pushes your legs open again, shuffling closer to you, jerking his cock a few times, using his own juices mixed with yours to slick his shaft, leaning over you. You’re whining and trembling, nearly panting with need, and it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

When he sinks into you the first time, he hits every spot as his glorious, curved cock slides in, thick and heavy like the rest of him, and he hasn’t even reached all the way inside before you’re locking around him and cumming again, your frame writhing and shuddering under him.

“Jesus.” He breathes, watching you squirm under him. You’re covered in sweat, hands fisted into the bedsheets, anything to tether you to this dimension, because it looks like he’s adamant on taking you to another world. It seems he has decided that there’s been enough teasing, or maybe because the rut has made his alpha impatient, but he pulls back to thrust inside you hard, knocking all the air out of you.

“Yes.” Immediate relief. Your omega groans and flattens itself, satisfied. “God, yes.”

There’s not much else to say. He thrusts hard and fast from the very start, effectively stuffing cotton into your head. He fucks you dumb, and all you can do is make incoherent noises. You watch him through tear filled eyes, the way he bites his bottom lip, fiery eyes focused on where his cock sinks into you over and over, reaching so far inside you that you’re sure you can feel him in your throat. You reach up, clawing at his shoulders. You want him closer.

“I’m here.” His voice is choppy and cracking under the weight of his own pleasure. He leans down over you.

“Alpha, bite me.”

He groans and curses, thrusts inside you particularly hard. “You can’t say that shit to me, baby.”

“Please.” You weep. He noses over your scent glands. You tilt back even more, trying to tempt him. “Make me yours. I want to be yours so bad.”

His grip on your hips tightens. His movements get more frantic. He licks a long stripe over your needy glands and you keen. Finally, he’s scenting you. You clench hard around him.

“Oh fuck.” The base of his cock swells rapidly and he cums, locking himself inside you. The stretch on your walls sends you toppling over the edge again, eyes rolling up in your head. Seungcheol moans through his orgasm, lapping over your neck like he wants to memorise the taste of your skin. His fingers have likely left bruises on your hips. When his body finally relaxes over you, silence settles over the room.

You try to catch your breath, blinking hard. Your insides are warm, but your body temperature is slowly lowering. Not all the way to normal, not while you’re in heat, but enough to prevent your brain from melting. Seungcheol holds his weight above you on his elbows, likely afraid that he will crush you. You nudge him a little and shift your body so that you’re both laying on your sides, facing each other. He’s breathing hard, slowly regulating it. The flush has spread all the way down his chest. The sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. He’s in rut.

You nose at his jaw. “Hi.”

He chuckles a little. “Hey.”

You bask in each other’s embrace for a bit. Seungcheol’s hands wander, brushing tenderly over your naked body. You want to sleep, you know you’re tired, but you don’t want this moment to end. It feels so gentle, so warm, you just want to lay here with him forever.

You think you’re falling in love. And you don’t mind.

You end up not getting any sleep, because minutes later, Seungcheol is ready to go again. He’s barely pulled out of you, lifting your leg to fuck you the way you’re already positioned, short but effective thrusts that pull another orgasm out of you as he whispers praises in your ear that make your omega mewl. You claw at his shoulders, his back, and you don’t even feel guilty about leaving marks on him. In fact, just the thought of them makes you even more feral.

Some time later, when he’s giving you your fifth knot of the night, nearly bending you in half as he pounds you hard into the mattress, you graze your teeth over his neck. The reaction is instant, a deep growl, a stutter in his movements, before he’s cumming hard inside you, locking you two together again.

“Fuck.” He rasps, barking out a laugh as he comes down from his high. “You want to mark me?”

“Please.” Your eyes are teary when they meet his. He brushes your damp hair off your forehead. A small smile is playing on his face, his eyes are thoughtful.

“I think you’re ready to take my mark now, baby.”

You gasp as he leans down to kiss softly over your scent glands. Your body stiffens, clenching around his swollen knot, still locked inside you. He brushes his hands soothingly over your skin, licking and nipping at the small portion of your neck that he’s prepping for his bite. Your eyelids flutter, heart beating fast in anticipation. His scent is thickening again, and you wonder if his alpha is buzzing with the same excitement as your omega is. But he has done this twelve times before, this is your first.

He pulls back after a bit, cupping your jaw and leaning forward to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. Finally, finally, his lips are on yours. You keen, caught off guard but in no way resistant, holding his cheeks carefully as you kiss him back. Something light and warm blooms in your chest, and you’re overwhelmed with the weight of your own emotions.

He smiles at you when he pulls away, this delicate little uptick of his lips. There’s a calm in his almond eyes that settles you. Then he’s leaning down again, opening his mouth.

When his teeth break skin, a shot of pain zips through your neck, but before you can even properly feel it, your chest constricts tightly. Something light and foreign dances over every nerve in your body, and the scent in the air changes. Your eyes roll when he bites down harder, solidifying his mark. For the first time in your life, your omega is completely silent, eyes closed, pliant, the height of submission. Your entire body relaxes.

Your head is spinning by the time he pulls away, tongue lapping over any blood he might have drawn. Tears escape the corners of your eyes to roll down the sides of your face, disappearing into your hairline. Seungcheol brushes them away with gentle hands, looking down carefully at you. You blink a few times, and you feel like your chest will explode. To his surprise, you giggle a little, a dopey smile stretching on your face.

“Alpha,” you coo, “‘M yours now.”

He breathes out a laugh, wrapping his arms tight around you so he can sit both of you up. His knot has deflated, so he slips out, placing you over his lap. He wraps his arms tightly around you, presses your trembling body to his, licks over your mark again. You keen.

“You’re mine.”

…………………………………

Boo Seungkwan has always prided himself on having great instinct.

He thinks it comes from the fact that he’s a libero, but his teammates always say that it’s the other way around. He is a good libero because he has great instinct. He doesn’t really remember which came first. He’s been playing volleyball since he knew what a ball was. And he always had his sharp instinct as well, for as long as he can recall.

The thought of a Service Omega made him feel unsure from the very start. He knows his pack. He knows every single one of them is fiercely protective of what they have built together, not just in terms of a professional team but also as a pack that is bound together for life. He knows how emotions run deep between them.

When Junseo, their team manager, first floated the idea of a Service Omega, claiming it’s what all the professional teams are doing now, he could see that it made everyone uncomfortable. The truth is that they are not like other teams. They are a pack before they are a team, and while their strong bond is an advantage on the court, it makes the navigation of being an athlete way more difficult. When Seungcheol okay-ed the Service Omega, Seungkwan knew he had to do something about it.

He was the only team member who vetted the portfolios.

He was intrigued by you almost immediately. You had been with the Service for a while, but not long enough to weird anyone out. This wasn’t your full time job, which was a plus in his eyes because you wouldn’t treat the work like life and death. You were bound to have more flexibility, which they would need, as a team that was also a pack. And you were pretty. It was a vain reason, but Seungkwan couldn’t help it. Something inside him, this deep, genetic gift of instinct, told him that you would fit. So he pushed for you to be their Service Omega, and he thinks it might be the best decision he’s ever made in his life. He knew it the instant he met you face to face. He wanted you to stay.

Nine days after your heat starts, he gets a text.

[Seungcheol]: we’re done. bring food

He snorts a little but sends back a saluting emoji anyway. Fast food seems to be the quickest option, and he knows Seungcheol likes greasy food after his rut. Thankfully, their playoffs game is still a good two weeks away, so he can risk eating one unhealthy meal, especially after a rut. Half an hour later, Seungkwan is lugging large bags of nearly every menu item to the pack leader’s room.

He can smell the change the second he knocks and steps in. Your scent, the one he’s used to, is altered just a little bit to carry that delicate note that all of their scents do. He grins widely at where both of you are intertwined with each other under a fleece blanket, your head resting on Seungcheol’s bare chest, dozing.

“You marked her.”

Seungcheol’s smile is so easy and happy, it makes Seungkwan’s heart sing. His hair is messy, cheeks rosy, and Seungkwan can’t remember the last time he had seen his leader this relaxed. He knows ruts are always tough on him, since his are so intense. Even after a rut, Seungcheol is never really completely satisfied. But Seungkwan can see it now, this time is different. He places the bags on the coffee table, pulling out two boxes that he can carry to the nest. Seungcheol is slowly coaxing you awake, planting gentle kisses on your hairline. You whine in protest.

“Someone’s here to see you.” Seungcheol says. Even from here, Seungkwan can see you inhale, eyes popping open and meeting his.

“Kwannie.” You smile, and Seungkwan’s heart skips. When you straighten, he can see the mark on your neck, still so fresh and tender, the skin around it slightly red. Seungkwan hands the food to Seungcheol, opening his arms so you can fall into him. He blushes a little when he sees that you’re naked, but you don’t seem to mind. You nuzzle into his neck, and Seungkwan slowly gets enveloped by this new, slightly altered scent of yours, and this one makes his head spin even more. He runs his hands over your bare back.

“Feeling okay?” He whispers, being careful as he gingerly places a soft kiss over your fresh pack bite. You shiver.

“Mhmm. It’ll be even better if you bite me.”

Seungkwan is shocked. He hears Seungcheol snort.

“She’s been like this for the last few days. Keeps saying she wants everyone to bite her. And to bite everyone herself too.” He speaks with his mouth half full.

“It felt so good, Kwannie.” You pout, and you look so cute that Seungkwan just wants to explode. “Can’t believe I was missing out on it for so long.”

He laughs a little, kissing your cheek, trying to calm his racing heart. You’re the same girl he fell in love with, but something about you has changed for the better, and he can’t help how happy he feels as he watches you, relaxing against him, your eyes turning to Seungcheol every now and then to exchange lovesick looks. You look at him like he hung the moon and stars. You’re so at home, he can feel it. There is not one single anxious bone in your body.

Boo Seungkwan lauds his great instinct once more.

……………………………..

Life changes a lot after joining the pack.

You don’t know if it’s because of the bite, or because of your near life-altering heat cycle. Now that you’re off those devil-spawn suppressants, your body feels lighter. Your stomach isn’t queasy at all, and you don’t know if it’s possible but you’re even moving better, like someone lubricated your joints. You have more energy, and before you know it, you’re back to working on your commissions, settling into an easy routine.

As soon as Seungcheol is back on his feet, practices begin with a renewed vigor. Everyone is charged and ready for the playoffs game, working themselves until they are satisfied with their physical condition. They’re practicing on overdrive to polish their plays. You find yourself in the gymnasium more often than not, making yourself comfortable on the bleachers, watching them practice while you work. You thank every god above that your job is flexible enough to allow this. And you thank the universe even more that you don’t have to worry about the Service anymore. You blocked Minji’s number a few days ago, knowing that you owe her nothing now. Yeji is so happy for you that she screams your ear off when you tell her over the phone about your heat and your fresh bite.

It seems the staff knows what happened, and even if they don’t, no one is blind enough to miss the huge, possessive mark now residing on your neck. You don’t try to hide it at all. You wear it with pride. When Junseo sees it for the first time, you’re sure he nearly has a stroke. At least it looks like a stroke, his face flushing comically red, the vein in his temple throbbing.

“Bet he didn’t expect this.” You mumble, sneering at him when his eyes catch you on the bleachers. He looks away, ticked off. You haven’t forgiven him for ratting on you, costing you your job. You aren’t mad about the job part at all frankly, but he nearly caused an irreparable rift between you and your pack, so you hate him now. “Bet he didn’t think a lowly Service Omega would be part of the pack.”

“Don’t say that.” Chan’s voice is stern. He carefully ties his shoelaces. You pout, still staring at the manager. Chan laughs when he catches you, pinching your cheek affectionately.

“We’re planning on firing him once the season is over.”

You gawk at him. “Really?”

“Of course. Seungcheol wanted to beat his face in when he found out what Junseo did, but we can’t afford to lose a manager right now. Coach had to calm him down.”

Someone calls Chan over, and he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before scrambling away. Your eyes meet Seungcheol’s for a second, and he gives you a smile. You flush. The thought of him beating that asshole up for you is very hot, and you try to take deep breaths before your scent goes awry and throws them off their game.

You definitely blame this on the bite. Despite spending your entire heat with him, a whole nine days of him putting you through the mattress, you constantly want to jump Seungcheol’s bones. No one else has had the time to bite you yet, so you only feel this way for the leader so far, and you’re hoping it dies down a bit once you have everyone’s marks, but for now, you’re stuck feeling this way. Not that you’re complaining.

The effects of the pack bite are fairly evident to you from the moment your heat ends. While physical barriers have not been an issue with anyone for a while now, the actual presence of the mark, the alteration in your scent, inserts a sort of casual intimacy within your relationships with everyone that wasn’t there before. They love to spend time with you any chance they get, no matter how exhausted they are after practice. One morning, Jun convinces you to come running with him, which turns out to be the worst decision of your life when you realise that to you, running is lazy and carefree, but to him, running is an extreme sport. At one point, you can’t do it anymore, so he carries you all the way back, sweaty, breathless and giggling, cheeks tinted the color of roses.

You learn a lot about the pack with every passing day. You learn that Mingyu is a very effective problem solver, that Wonwoo can’t cook for shit, that Jihoon likes watching anime in his spare time and Minghao knows how to track down literally any eatery within a mile radius that has good reviews. You discover intimate details, like the little spot on the back of Jeonghan’s ear that is super sensitive, or the one part of Hansol’s lip that is always redder than the rest because he keeps biting it. Joshua always carries a very specific brand of hand cream that doesn’t irritate the skin because some of the members have eczema. He starts keeping motion sickness patches in his bag as well when he learns that long rides are difficult for you.

They all do this, attentive to the little details. Seungcheol wears hair bands on his wrist sometimes for when you might need them. For the first few days after your bite, Seungkwan nurses it carefully, cleaning it and taking care of the surrounding skin until it solidifies a bit more. Whenever Chan goes to the convenience store, he makes sure to get banana milk, because he knows you like it. Seokmin enjoys braiding your hair when you cuddle with him, saying it feels relaxing.

There’s so much. So many feelings, so many ingredients that mix together to make this pack what it is. Every day, when your eyes pop open, you are hit with the knowledge that this is now your reality. It’s so surreal that you almost don’t believe it, thinking the world is cruel for giving you this fantasy, wondering when you will wake up and it will all be a dream.

But then Soonyoung is wrapping a hand around your ankle and tugging hard until you’re sliding down the bed with a squeal, complaining that you sleep too much and you need to have breakfast with him, and your self doubt is banished, buried under the comforting scent of incense and pine as he sweeps your messy bed hair off your face and attacks you with kisses.

Or when Seungcheol kisses you good morning before you leave for breakfast, sweet and delicate, so full of love, that you can only curse yourself for thinking even briefly that it might not be real. It is the realest thing you have ever felt, the feeling of his lips, soft as petals, on yours. His hands, so sure on your waist that you can’t believe there was ever a time you moved in this world without feeling his touch.

He is there. They are all there. Flesh and bones, real, concrete, alive.

Surprisingly, they’re not as nervous for this game as they were for the previous one. When you ask them why, Mingyu explains to you that while they have worked very hard, the team they are up against is entirely incompatible for them. They do a lot of synchronised attacks, while the other team is extremely unpredictable and prioritises speed. It’s just their luck that they got matched up for the playoffs game, and Mingyu tells you that it won’t just be a hard win, it will be near miraculous.

“We’re not too worried.” He says. “Making playoffs in our debut season is a huge deal. We’re already on the radar, and we will be seeded for the next season. At this rate, we will make Division 1 soon. So everyone is happy regardless of what happens.”

Mingyu turns out to be right. The two teams are a terrible match. It drags on for long, painful sets that leave both sides exhausted. Everyone gives it their all, but alas, their opponent takes it.

There is not a single teary eye as they get off the court though. You know that there’s nothing more they could’ve done. They didn’t mess anything up, there were no mistakes. They’re talking and laughing as they get showered and changed. You’re glad their spirits are still high. You smile at Jeonghan when he sits beside you on the bench in their locker room, freshly dressed and ready to go.

“Hey,” he says. “A lot of us were waiting for after the game. So, do you think you’ll be okay taking our marks now?”

You blink a bit, surprised. You know the practices were holding them back, but you didn’t think they would want to do it immediately afterwards.

“Aren’t you guys eager.” You tease, nudging him a little. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. The locker room around you is lively with conversation. He reaches a hand up to brush lightly over your mark, and it makes you shiver.

You feel like you’re floating.

“Darling, you have no idea.”

You try to be as supportive as you can, helping them set up in the morning and clean up at night, helping them stretch or reminding them to eat regular meals. You can’t do much, since you’re also living out of a hotel room. You do make a nest in yours and Seungkwan’s shared room, a slight modification to your original one to now include your clothes too. It attracts everyone in rounds, especially the omegas. Minghao has all but abandoned his own room in favor of this, and rarely, Jihoon shows up too, cuddling into your side. It’s a little stiff, awkwardness cut only because someone else is also there, but it still feels nice. His scent is calming. Seokmin almost teared up when he walked into the room and saw all four of the omegas piled on top of each other, snoozing. The picture he took is now the display photo in the group chat.

Seokmin’s rut hits during this tense time, so you are anticipating that he will be pent up and frustrated. You’re 100% right. He’s moaning near desperately in your ear as he rams you into the mattress, and you help coax him to get there, cock swelling as he knots you hard. It relieves him for a little bit once he’s locked inside you, but as you run a hand over his back, you realise he’s still very tense, his muscles near rock hard under you. You frown.

“Seokmin.” You whisper, concern bleeding into your voice. He sighs still not looking up from where his face is buried in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, turning your face to lay a kiss on his sweaty temple. He won’t pull away, and you know he feels a little bad about being so careless. “Don’t apologise. I’m just worried about you.”

“I’m not in a very good headspace. This is a bad time to have a rut.” He mumbles.

You hum a little, running your hands up and down his back, thinking. You want to make him relax, especially since he’s vulnerable right now. If he leaves this rut just as nervous, then it will ruin any good training he has done for his upcoming game. He’s a wing spiker. The team needs him.

When his knot deflates, you flip the both of you around so that you’re on top, straddling his waist. Seokmin runs a frustrated hand down his face. You brush your hands up his chest, thinking. Finally, an idea pops into your head.

“I want to try something,” you speak up, “to help you relax.”

Seokmin looks doubtful but nods anyway. You lean forward so you can kiss him, keeping it short and sweet. When he kisses you back and relaxes a tiny bit, you trail kisses down his strong jaw, up to his ear. Then, you slide down to run your tongue over his neck. He tenses.

“Is this okay?” You whisper into his skin, wondering if you’ve crossed a line.

“God, yes.” His voice is breathy, his hands on your hips tightening. You smile and keep going, licking over his scent glands. Omegas can scent alphas too, but it’s not very common, since alphas are the ones who feel the need to mark their territory more. Omegas like receiving scents more than giving, but in some circumstances, being scented can calm an alpha down too.

You’re glad your hunch is working, sucking and licking over Seokmin’s rut-swollen glands. He slowly relaxes under you, moaning periodically. You can feel his cock harden between your legs, and you rock your hips back and forth over him.

When he flips you over to shove his cock back in you, he’s moving more fluidly than before, less stiff. He mumbles praises in your ear, going on and on about how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how he’s so happy to have you under him. You know Seokmin is more emotional than most alphas, so hearing him like this makes you feel very special. It’s raw and needy, truthful, and it sends you toppling over the edge as he knots you again for the second time.

That’s how his rut goes. He becomes addicted to the way you scent him, the way it makes your scents mix on his body and in the air. You get more and more turned on when you smell yourself on him, wondering why you have never done this before. It gives you such a heady feeling, like he belongs to you in that primal, guttural way. Somewhere in the middle, when his rut intensifies, you are drowning so deeply in the feeling that you almost break the skin over his pack bite when you sink your teeth in him. Almost. But it’s a close enough call that he teases you about it later.

“Trust me darling, I want nothing more than to have you mark me. But that’s going to have to wait.” He laves you in tiny kisses all over your face as he says it, both of you still sweaty and breathless after your last round. You groan in embarrassment.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

He pulls away enough to give you a meaningful look. “You’re getting territorial over the pack. It’s normal. It’s the natural next step.”

A few weeks ago, this statement would have scared you. It would’ve made you shut down and push Seokmin away. But today, you just smile, snuggling into him, letting him wrap you up in his arms as you both rest.

After the rut, Seokmin rejoins practices with full vigor, still a little tense and nervous, of course, but at least he got through his rut without any major complications. He slides seamlessly back into the team’s plays, and the vigor of practices rises once more as everyone gears up for the coming game with all the members present and accounted for.

In trying to be attentive to their needs, you have picked up on a lot of stuff as their behaviors and habits shift. Most notably, Soonyoung keeps getting more and more irritable. You often find him cleaning and re-cleaning his room, as if he’s just trying to occupy himself. It’s entirely unlike him, since he’s a very messy person. He’s extremely cheerful and flirty all the time, which you’re convinced has more to do with him than his status. But now it seems to have changed. He’s quieter, more brooding. It concerns you. He’s always been a big support for you, so you’re determined to help him when he needs it.

“Soonie, come lie down.” You mumble, watching him rummage through the dresser drawer in your and Seungkwan’s room in the middle of the night for some reason. The room is dark, the bedside lamp dimmed. He showed up some time ago, and his shuffling woke you up. You found him like that, back shifting but tense as he went through the drawers.

“In a bit.” He mutters. You sigh and look at the clock. It’s almost midnight, and he needs an early start. Behind you, Jihoon is curled into the edge of the nest, his back to you, snoring softly, tired from today’s practice. It’s best that Soonyoung just stays here for the night, since Jihoon is here too.

“Soonyoung.” You say again.

He doesn’t even bother to reply this time. You huff and climb off the bed, walking to where he’s going through a small bag with toiletries inside. You put a gentle hand on his wrist, making him stop.

“I know you’re stressed,” you begin, “but you need to force your body to sleep. This will affect your performance on the court. You know this better than me.”

Soonyoung’s shoulders slump. “We’ve come so far. We’ve worked so hard. If we don’t make playoffs-”

“You will.” You say more firmly this time. You take the bag from Soonyoung’s hands and set it down, stepping closer to him so his eyes will meet your resolute ones.

“You said it yourself. You’ve worked so hard. Do you really want all of that to go to waste because you spent days worrying about the game instead of getting yourself in peak physical condition for it?”

Soonyoung purses his lips. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and open your arms. He hugs you tightly, wrapping himself around you. You’ve always loved Soonyoung’s scent. Incense and pine. Something that tickles pleasantly at your nose.

“Thank you.”

You pull away just enough to give him a disapproving frown. “What are you thanking me for?”

This close, you can see the way his eyes drift down to your lips, how his own mouth parts slightly. You can feel his grip on your waist tighten a little. It’s like your conversation goes down the drain, mind now distracted. Your breath stills in your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat where your chests are pressed together.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“Please.” You breathe.

He wastes no time in leaning forward to slot his mouth into yours. His lips are so soft, so plush against yours that you can’t help but melt into him. He’s deliberate in his movements, taking care to kiss you slowly, languidly, like he’s savoring it. It’s nothing like his rut, which was rushed and intense. His hands run down your back, over your hips, sliding dangerously close to your ass.

He tilts his head and runs his tongue over your bottom lip. You open your mouth immediately, and when his tongue slides in, hot and wet, you can’t help your moan.

“Fuck, your scent gets sweet when you’re turned on.” Soonyoung mumbles into your lips. This is the second time he’s saying this, and you’re inclined to believe him, because you are turned on. He feels solid and well built under your wandering hands. You’ve always loved seeing him in tank tops, arms carved with glorious stretches of muscle, the silver chain that gleams against his neck. His hands brush over the skin peeking under your shirt, and when you don’t stop him, he slides his hands inside. They are cool on your heated skin, and the contrast makes you shiver.

“Come on.” You hum, tugging at his collar as you shuffle back. Soonyoung doesn’t like the idea of separating from you, because his lips chase yours immediately. He lays kiss after kiss on them as you both stumble back until your legs meet the edge of the bed. You pull away enough to turn you two around and coax Soonyoung to get inside the nest.

You straddle him carefully, painfully aware that Jihoon is still sleeping beside you. You can feel Soonyoung’s erection under your crotch, and you grind on it, testing. His eyelids flutter. He sighs.

A thrill runs up your spine at your questionable predicament, but one look at Soonyoung’s eyes is enough to wipe every concern from your mind. You’re too horny to worry about getting caught. You lean down to kiss him again, and this time, you moan lowly.

“We have to be quieter.” He whispers, but his hands are urgently rocking your hips so you can grind against him harder. You can already feel your panties dampening.

“We have to be quick too.” You shoot back.

“Hell no.” Soonyoung toys with the hem of your shorts. One of his hands slides over your ass to press into the heat between your legs from behind. You jump at the feeling. Your shorts are already sticking to you, aided by the wetness there.

“I need to savor this. I couldn’t do that during my rut. I need to feel all of you.”

You flush at the statement. It makes your omega keen, the feeling of being wanted like this, outside of his cycle. Soonyoung slips his hands inside your shirt again, this time lifting it up so he can throw it off you. You’re not wearing a bra, and that seems to affect him, since he moans low and palms at your breasts. You let him, sitting up and arching into his touch. He runs his thumbs on the underside, tracing your ribs. His fingers dig into the plush of your stomach, one hand trailing up the valley of your breasts. He bites his lip as his eyes drink you in. His touch is….. revering, like he’s admiring you with his hands. It knocks the air out of you, and you’re speechless to his ministrations. It feels so good to be looked at like this. You never want his eyes to leave you.

All you can do is lean down and kiss him again, pouring your emotions into it. You’re only hoping he knows that this means as much to you as to him.

Soonyoung bucks his hips up enough to slide his sweatpants off. You take care of his shirt. When he’s naked under you, you press yourself to him, arching into him so you can feel every inch of him. He’s hard as a rock, throbbing. His hands are urgent as he peels your shorts off. He’s quick to run his hands over the newly exposed skin. He squeezes your thighs, your ass, with that same hunger. His shaft slides deliciously over your slit. You can’t take it anymore.

When you finally sink down on him, both of you sigh in palpable relief. You clench around him, getting used to the intrusion. It makes Soonyoung curse softly.

“You feel like heaven.” His eyes roll up a bit. You swirl your hips a little, testing the waters, moaning quietly when your clit brushes his public bone just right. You adjust your feet before you begin to properly ride him, savoring the feeling of being in control like this. Soonyoung lets you carry on, too busy going over your bare body with his hands. He feels every part of you for himself, like you are treasure to be explored. He encourages your movements with his hands on your hips, helping you rock back and forth on him so your clit gets stimulated too. Your body buzzes at how good it feels.

“You’re making a mess all over me.” He rasps. You can see where your juices smear on his pelvis, making his skin shine. You bite your lip so you don’t whimper too loudly. He tugs on your arm, pulling you down to lie on top of him. Then, he plants his feet firmly on the bed and thrusts up into you. You almost cry out, biting your hand to stop yourself. Soonyoung chuckles.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.” He sounds so sweet, but his thrusts get harsher, quicker. His gentle tone doesn’t match with the way his cock rams into you. You bite your hand harder, trying to muffle your sounds. In this position, he’s hitting your soft spot just right, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until your body is locking in his hold and you're cumming hard, the tiniest of whimpers leaving your mouth, your face buried in Soonyoung’s chest. You claw at his shoulders, any outlet for the waves of pleasure running through your body. He fucks you through it, encourages your high to prolong as much as it can. You gasp and nearly choke in your effort to stay quiet, and finally, he buries himself inside you to the hilt and stops moving once your body relaxes over him.

“That was quite the show, baby.” He speaks, louder than you would like. “I think Jihoonie enjoyed it.”

Your body stills. You turn your head the other way from where you lay on Soonyoung’s chest, stiffening when half lidded eyes meet yours. His mouth is parted, cheeks a little rosy, and dark hair still tousled. He’s lying on his side, not daring to move, eyes locked on you and Soonyoung. For a bout of time, everyone stays unmoving. Then, Soonyoung chuckles, gripping you tightly before flipping both of you over. You land right next to Jihoon, your shoulder hitting his. You feel exposed like this, entirely naked next to him, your own arousal dripping out of you as Soonyoung pulls his still hard cock out.

You turn your head to watch Jihoon, and he’s already looking back with so much intensity that it makes your stomach twist. You can see the strain on the front of his pants, how turned on he is. His eyes run down your sweaty body, locking between your still open legs. You almost moan when you see his tongue run over his bottom lip. You’re not the only one who catches it. Soonyoung does too, grinning at Jihoon. He runs a hand over Jihoon’s calf, squeezing it.

“Wanna taste her?”

Your mouth drops open at his words, but you’re even more shocked when Jihoon’s head jerks down in a nod, as if he’s embarrassed to admit it. His face is beet red, a sight that would be comical if the thought of the omega eating you out didn’t send such a violent thrill up your spine. You never realised how bad you wanted that until this moment that Soonyoung mentioned it. When Jihoon looks at you, as if questioning whether you would allow it, you would consider refusing his pleading, hazy eyes as blasphemy.

You kick your feet out so your body shuffles upward, at the same time as Jihoon rolls over on all fours in front of you. He’s watching your pussy like it’s an oasis, a cool drink after a hot day. It’s so hungry you almost moan, but you bite your lip, trying to calm down your racing heart as he leans down.

His first lick is tentative, just over your slit, tongue barely poking out. Soonyoung drapes himself over Jihoon’s back, pushing him down more, looking at your pussy over his shoulder, and he tuts in disapproval as he runs his hands down the omega’s sides.

“You can do better than that, Jihoonie.” He coos.

You had no idea Soonyoung was such a menace. He’s enjoying this, egging Jihoon to eat you out. It’s so dirty, but he’s watching it with so much lust bathing his features that you would think it’s him getting pleasured, not you.

Jihoon listens to Soonyoung, his breathing more rapid, face still so flushed. His tongue pokes out more, running a more solid stripe up your open cunt. You sigh, legs twitching at the teasing stimulation. Behind Jihoon, Soonyoung is lifting up his shirt and tugging down his sweatpants, running his hands over the omega’s ass. He presses on the small of Jihoon’s back, making him spread his knees more and arch. It’s so hot, the sight of Jihoon bent over like this. At the same time, he tongues at your clit, making you cry out.

There’s no point being quiet now, so you don’t even try to, elbows giving out as your back meets the mattress. Subconsciously, your hand finds Jihoon’s hair, fingers twining through the silky strands. He doesn’t mind. In fact, he takes it as encouragement, wrapping his lips around your clit to suck on it slowly, in short bursts that zip up your spine.

“Fuck.” You can’t help yourself. “So good. That’s so good, Jihoonie.”

Both of them moan in unison, and you realise that Soonyoung just slid his cock inside the omega. Jihoon whines so prettily, it’s like music to your ears. You want him to do it over and over. You can’t believe you went so long without hearing him like this.

You're not disappointed when Soonyoung starts moving, pulling out and thrusting back in. Jihoon moans directly in your cunt, and the vibrations add to the stimulation of his tongue and lips. His scent is thickening, the heavy scent of coconut drifting in the air. With every thrust, he’s pushed forward, brushing harder against your clit. It’s the perfect push and pull, stimulating you enough to feel so good but not pushing you over the edge. You’re glad. You don’t want this to end yet. You want to feel this way forever, Jihoon’s head buried deep between your legs, licking over you like a man starved, while Soonyoung groans low and long, thrusting harder and harder. Jihoon whines again, his hands digging into your inner thighs where he holds you open.

“I’m gonna cum.” His voice is so broken it makes your toes curl.

“Untouched? That’s so good, omega.” Soonyoung picks up the pace, his fingers digging into Jihoon’s hips. “But you can’t cum until you make her cum, you hear me?”

Your surprised eyes meet Soonyoung’s, but Jihoon only moans, doubling his efforts. You cry out when he sucks harshly on your clit, closing his mouth around it, tongue flicking over it in rapid movements. It really takes things to another level, the knot in your lower stomach tightening rapidly. You don’t even want to think about the fact that he’s so desperate to cum that he’s working so hard for it, or you might go insane yourself.

“I’m-” You almost weep. “I’m so- I’m gonna-”

You don’t even get to finish. Your body arches up, your second orgasm hitting you even more intensely than the first. It knocks all air out of you as your nervous system fires all over the place. You grip Jihoon’s hair so tight that you worry it will hurt, but in that moment, he moans loudly into your cunt, body jerking as his own orgasm hits him. Soonyoung, who’s been edging himself for so long, watches two omegas writhe and cum in front of him, and there’s no way he can stop himself from tumbling over the edge too, knot swelling inside the omega.

You’re dizzy when you come down, blinking rapidly to try and still your swimming vision. You’ve made a mess of Jihoon’s face, and his weeping cock has made a mess of the bed. Neither of you care as he rolls to his side with Soonyoung still locked in him, both of them relaxing. You wince as you close your legs, sore from keeping them open so long.

Jihoon’s hand closes around your ankle and tugs until you slide down the nest before wrapping tightly around your middle, all of you slowly cooling down.

“That was unexpected.” You mumble into Jihoon’s hair as he buries his head into your shoulder.

“You two started having sex right next to me. What did you think would happen?”

Soonyoung snorts, fiddling behind him for the large blanket that he covers all three of you with. You pout.

“Sorry.”

Jihoon shakes his head. He still doesn’t look up, eyes closed. “I’m not complaining. Now shut up and go to sleep. We have practice.”

You roll your eyes and peer over his head to give Soonyoung a look. He grins, using the arm wrapped around Jihoon’s waist to intertwine his fingers with yours instead.

“Thank you.” He whispers to you.

“You’re a freak.” You shoot back. He gives you a look that seems to be calling you on your bullshit.

“So are you!”

“At least I wasn’t the one who-”

“Shut up!”

Your mouth clamps shut. Soonyoung muffles his laugh into Jihoon’s neck, body shaking with mirth. You feel it too, since your side is pressed tightly into the omega. You’re still grinning when you drift off to sleep.

…………………………

On the day of the playoffs game, you can feel the nerves in the air as everyone piles onto the bus. Their voices are muted, hushed. Seokmin and Soonyoung, who are usually the loudest members, are uncharacteristically silent. Seungkwan is staring out the window. He looks like he’s going to be sick.

It’s a little worrying to you that they are so somber, but you get it. For a team in their first season, making playoffs is near impossible. They’ve been favorites to win the whole thing, but realistically, playoffs is the farthest they can go. Cracking this barrier would be huge for their upcoming seasons and sponsors.

As they get changed and start stretching, you watch them from the sidelines. There’s not a whole lot you can do here, but you hold the bag with all their personal belongings, wallets and phones, and you watch them closely.

“Can I help?” You ask when Joshua is trying to reach forward to touch his outstretched feet. He nods.

You step behind him, placing your bent leg between his shoulder blades and pushing forward to help him bend. He groans and nods. You hold the position for a few seconds before stepping off.

“Thanks.” He mumbles.

“Everyone is really tense.” You sit crosslegged in front of him, watching him stretch some more.

“It’s an important match.” He replies.

“I know,” your lips purse, “but I have complete confidence in you guys.”

Your statement makes him look up and smile in that cute way that curls the corners of his lips. Around you, everyone is helping each other stretch in near silence. Joshua watches you for a little bit before sighing.

“You know, we still haven’t even kissed.”

You're a little taken aback but can’t help your grin. “You want to kiss me?”

He gives you a look that says ‘really?’. “It’s a bit insulting that you don’t know how much I like you.”

You flush, feeling something giddy curl up in your chest. Truthfully, you know Joshua likes you a lot. You shared a room with him for a while, and he always took such good care of you. Plus, you have a lot in common, watching movies together when he isn’t too tired after practice, or tasting various flavors of bottled coffee to see which ones you like best. But Joshua has never made a move before today, so you wondered a little if he really liked you that way or not.

“Well, you can. Kiss me, I mean.” You say, shrugging. You know you’re trying to be chill about it, but you also know that Joshua is too shrewd to not see through it. He hums a little and shakes his head.

“If we win today, the first thing I will do when I get off the court is kiss you.”

You blink, barking out a shocked laugh. “Like a reward?”

He’s looking at you so dreamily that it makes your face burn hot. He tilts his head, reaching forward to push a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah. Like a reward.”

Your heart races. Your smile is giddy.

As the team lines up to enter the court, you give all of them little pats on the back in encouragement. Jihoon is standing at the very end of the line, staring at his feet. He looks like he’s ready to vomit. You step closer to him.

“Hey.”

He jumps, startled, like he didn’t notice you were there. He’s likely lost in his head too much. He tends to do that a lot. You have known Jihoon properly for only a little while, but you feel that even the time you spent in contention with him brought you closer. He reminds you of you, holding off on expressing emotion, doubting his place in the world, and if he’s enough. It took him a while to open up to you, but you had promised him after the night you spent together that you would be there for him, his voice of reason, just the way he would be for you.

“All your worries are my worries.” You say. Jihoon blinks a few times, watching you, remembering that cold winter night under the streetlight, and then he nods. He smiles just a little bit, leaning forward to bump his forehead to yours. It’s an affectionate gesture, something he rarely gives to anyone, so you feel honoured to receive it. You give him an encouraging nod back.

When they walk out, you rush to the stands, taking two stairs at a time. You have a seat at the very front. You drop your bag on it, stepping forward to grip the railing tight as you watch them line up at the bottom of the court, the same view you are watching from. Your heart is beating so fast, aided along by the charged atmosphere of the court. You watch their backs, all thirteen of them lined up from Seungcheol all the way down to Chan, the black jerseys numbered from 1 to 13, their names printed on top, and your chest squeezes so hard that you can barely breathe.

You know in that instant. You never want to leave them for the rest of your life.

The realization is overwhelming, amplified by the tension you’ve been feeling since you woke up, the whirlwind of the last few weeks, the memories of love, joy, lust, giddiness, even all the doubt and pain. It was all worth it. You love them, all of them, with every ragged and anxious part of you, and you know that they love you the same.

The game is intense, neck and neck from the very start. With every point they score, their opponent counters, points racking up on both sides. You’re pushed to the extremes of nerves and anticipation. After a brutal few sets, when Mingyu hits that last, winning spike, you scream so loud with the crowd that you feel like your own ear drums will burst.

A few of them look up at the stands, grinning widely at your tear stained face. You clap until your hands are stinging and red, cheer until your voice is hoarse, jump until your calves are cramping up. You rush down the stairs, showing the pass around your neck to the security guard before barrelling into their locker room. They’re all elated, loud shouts as they crowd you with hugs, in various stages of undress, and you shout over them again and again, ‘I told you so!’, ‘I told you so!’. Jeonghan laughs at how badly you’re crying, wiping your tears.

When Joshua enters your line of vision, you don’t even hesitate. You grab the sides of his head and pull him into a searing kiss. The locker room explodes with hooting and laughter. Joshua smiles and kisses you back just as enthusiastically, hugging you tight to his sweaty body. You don’t even care. When you pull away, you give him a wide grin, nose nudging against his. His eyes are bright, so happy that you feel like you will burst just seeing him like this.

“Your reward.” You whisper.

……………………………..

Dinner is an enthusiastic affair. No one drinks, since they’re all too cautious not to destroy their bodies during the season, but they stuff themselves full with various assortments of cooked meat until you’re sure they will go into food comas. Every quarter of an hour, Seungcheol and Jeonghan tell everyone to slow down, but they eventually give up. They spend a lot of time ribbing on each other for some of the plays during the game, and you laugh so much that your stomach hurts.

After dinner, almost everyone wants to walk around since they feel so stuffy. No one has it in them to run, so all of you trudge down the streets while still talking and laughing. Minghao complains about his legs hurting, so Mingyu picks him up piggyback style. You watch them with a dopey smile on your face, and you know it’s dopey because Seungkwan nudges you, grinning wide. You roll your eyes and shove him back harder.

“Don’t.” Your tone is firm but you’re still smiling. “Not a word.”

Seungkwan raises his hands in surrender. “I’m not saying anything!”

He drapes his arm over your shoulders. You bask in his presence.

No one really cares which rooms they are walking into when they get back to the hotel. When you go to your room, you see at least five of them snuggled into your nest. You snort, wondering if you can even squeeze inside comfortably enough to sleep. You’re still contemplating it when Chan steps out of the shower, toweling his hair.

“We need a bigger bed.” You state.

He laughs, watching Joshua, Hansol, Jun, Minghao and Seungkwan. They’re all asleep already, which isn’t surprising considering how tired they must be.

“We do have a bigger bed at home.” He said. “Got it custom made for setting up a pack nest.”

Your eyes widen. “Wow. That’s so cool.”

You don’t know why you didn’t think about their lives outside of the season. Of course they live together. They’re a pack. But when you ask Chan, he huffs and shakes his head.

“We don’t. We all live in the same apartment building though, in pairs. It’s not one big house. Can you imagine finding a place like that in Seoul? We’re pro players but we aren’t that loaded.”

“I can’t believe I never asked about that.” You frown, rummaging through your clothes so you can change out of the jersey you wore to the game.

“You would’ve found out eventually, anyway. Assuming that you….” He hesitates. “That you will move in with us?”

You freeze, turning to look at him. His eyes are already on you, tinged with hope as he waits for you to reply. Your lips slowly widen in a smile.

“If you’ll have me.”

Chan drops the towel to walk closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle. His damp hair is cool against your neck. He smells like mulberry and sage. It hits your nose immediately, and your muscles relax almost on instinct.

“There’s nothing we want more than that.” He mumbles into your skin. You hug him back.

When you leave the room, you have a purpose in your mind. You’re careful as you open several doors, poking your head in to see who’s inside. You find one empty room with the sound of the shower running, one with a large lump under the blankets and three sets of feet poking out from the bottom that you can’t tell who they belong to, and one room with just a sleeping Wonwoo. The last room down the hall ends up hitting the jackpot. When you open the door, you’re hit with the sight of a shirtless Seungcheol rummaging through his luggage, his hair damp from the shower. He looks up when the door opens, surprised to see you.

“Hi.” You smile. “Can I come in?”

He nods, quickly picking up a shirt to tug on. “Of course.”

You feel a little nervous when you close the door and step into the room. You’ve never been alone in a room with Seungcheol before. You’ve barely been alone with him at all. The only times were after the whole Minji fiasco, and when he had breakfast with you at a very public café, when he first told you their intentions on wanting you to join the pack.

It’s strange. It feels like a lifetime ago.

You seat yourself on his bed, fiddling with your fingers. He clicks his suitcase shut and stands up, walking closer to you. When he sits, he keeps a respectable distance. You wonder if he can smell the nerves on you.

“I think you know why I’m here,” you begin, “but I wanted to let you know officially.”

Of course he knows. You suspect that he knew even before you did. A smile tugs on the corner of his lip. You can see the way his cheek indents at the action, dimpling under the smile. He nods.

“Then I should also say this officially.” His eyes soften. “Welcome.”

You smile back, feeling giddy. It’s finally done. You take a deep breath before letting it out in a long whoosh. Your nod is jerky as you try to reign in how excited you feel. Both of you sit in the moment silently for a little while. You fiddle with a loose thread on the stitching of your jeans.

“So um,” you look back up. His eyes are still on you. “Is that it?”

Seungcheol barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “Not at all, sweetheart. You’ll get a pack bite on your neck.”

“Right.” You knew about that. It just slipped from your mind momentarily. “I don’t know how those work.”

“Well.” He turns his body to you a little bit. “It starts with me. I will mark you as the pack leader. Then all the other members, betas and omegas included. Back in the old days everyone did it as a ritual thing where the omega would lay down and take bites one by one, but that’s not how it’s done nowadays. You take bites whenever you want, on your own terms. It’s just the first bite, the base of the mark, that has to come from me.”

“Ah.” Now you understand why every alpha was so careful to not bite you during their ruts. Then you remember what Seokmin said.

“What about me? Do I bite all of you too?”

Seungcheol’s smile returns, more teasing this time. “Territorial. I like that.”

You flush. “No! I’m just asking because Seokmin mentioned it, and I didn’t know-”

His laugh cuts you off. It’s bright and a little choppy, but it makes you smile.

“Relax. I get it. You can bite us when the first bite by me is done. Again, it’s your choice whenever you want to do that.”

You already know you will want that immediately. Even just all this talk about biting is making you a little breathless. Seungcheol’s face turns a little serious, and he shuffles closer to you.

“I need to talk to you about something important.” He says. “Me and Jeonghan have been discussing it, and I’ve been sitting on it for a while. I was hoping to know your decision about joining the pack officially before I brought it up. And now that you have, I feel it's important to talk about it.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip in worry but nod anyway. Trust Seungcheol to always value open communication. He is the catalyst to you joining the pack in the first place because he wanted all their intentions out in the open.

“It’s about your heat.”

You almost expected it, especially when he said he talked about it with Jeonghan. Truthfully, since Jeonghan has planted that seed in your head and Jihoon has assured you that ‘all your worries are our worries’, you haven’t stopped thinking about it. You don’t even let Seungcheol continue.

“I want to get off my suppressants.”

He looks surprised that you just said it out loud, but doesn’t react beyond that. He nods, his face turning stern.

“Sweetheart, I want you to think long and hard about this. Jihoon told me what the doctor said. I know this heat will be rough. So take your time. Think about which alpha you want to help you through it. You’ve been with all of them. So you know which one will be most suited for your needs.”

Your mouth drops. “I get to choose?”

Seungcheol smiles. “Of course. You’re our omega now. Or you will be soon. Whoever you want, he’s all yours.”

You flush at how brazen the suggestion is. But then again, you’ve never known a pack before this, so maybe this is how things work. You shelf the thought for later, telling yourself that you will ask Seungkwan. In the meantime, you just nod.

Seungcheol gives you a final smile and a pat on the back. “Before you get off the suppressants, go see a doctor to check what’s the safest way to do it. One of the omegas will come with you, okay?”

Your nod is almost automatic. You remember when Jihoon said Seungcheol is a natural leader. He was right.

You end up crashing in the same room Wonwoo is in, since there is no one else in the bed. Your jeans are making you uncomfortable so you just shuck them off, climbing under the blankets and fitting yourself under the alpha’s arm. He hums a little in his sleep but doesn’t move otherwise. You let his scent lull you into unconsciousness.

The following day is a rare day off for the team. After the win for the qualifying game of playoffs, the coach decided it would be rewarding for all of them to just have time for themselves. Seungkwan wakes you up the next morning with his phone in his hand, saying he’s looking into what clinics in the area accept same day walk-ins. You realise Seungcheol already told him, which isn’t surprising.

“Is there some online pack database where you’re updated on everything that happens with someone?” You mumble, still groggy from just having woken up. Your cheek is still smushed into the pillow, and Wonwoo is fast asleep behind you, head shoved inside the blanket to prevent the sunlight filtering in through the windows from disturbing him. Seungkwan snorts.

“No, we just communicate well. Get used to it.” He turns the phone screen to you. You squint at it.

“Does this look okay to you?”

You sigh. “Whatever is fine with me, man.”

“Okay then. Get up and get dressed.”

The weather is pleasant. It’s not too cold to have you both hunkering down in heavy outerwear. A light cardigan is enough. Seungkwan asks you how you want to do this, and you suggest going to the clinic first before getting something to eat. Truthfully, you’re nervous. You would rather get this over with before thinking about food.

The wait time isn’t long, surprisingly. Especially for a place that does same day walk-ins. The doctor is a middle aged woman with a kind of face you want to trust. She asks you if you want to speak with her alone, but you insist that Seungkwan should stay. You explain to her your history, how long you’ve been taking suppressants, what kind, and that you want to get off them. She listens patiently.

“Well, I think it’s good that you came to see me, since this is a special circumstance.” She finally says when you’re done talking. “Service Omegas who work for so long are rare. Do you have a partner who can help you through the heat when you get off the suppressants?”

“She has a pack.” Seungkwan offers.

The doctor looks surprised. “A Service Omega who has a pack?”

“I’m not a Service Omega anymore.” You say quickly when Seungkwan’s face twists a bit. You hope the doctor doesn’t notice. “I used to be. But I’m not anymore. I’m still not off the suppressants though.”

“Okay, I understand. The bottom line is that you have a pack to help you with your heat.”

“Yes.”

She nods and types something on her computer. You shift nervously before speaking up again.

“I wanted to know how…. bad it will be.”

The doctor sighs and gives you a sympathetic look. “The truth is that it will not be easy. The omega body is not built to withstand heavy duty suppressants like this. Many healthcare workers advocate against it, but it’s difficult to change the system.”

“Can I ask what you mean by ‘it won’t be easy’?” Seungkwan chimes in.

“It will be long, for one.” She says. “Over a week at least, two weeks at most.”

“Two weeks?” You’re horrified. You gape at her. She nods.

“The relief after knotting will be shorter. You will need to increase the frequency of those. That’s why I would say having a pack is ideal, since that means a healthy rotation of alphas. But in serving the physiological need to knot you, there’s a good chance you will not be fulfilled emotionally.”

“What do you mean?” When your voice shakes a bit, Seungkwan clasps your hand in support.

“Omegas in heat don’t just crave knots, they crave emotional connection. It’s hard to do that when you are being knotted by multiple alphas. That’s why it’s ideal to have only one alpha during a regular heat. While your body will be satisfied, there’s a good chance you will be in a lot of emotional distress if you have multiple alphas. To lower this, I would suggest that you choose the physically strongest alphas in your pack. Instead of having 5 different alphas over the span of two weeks to cater to you, reduce that number as much as possible, maybe 2 or 3.”

You nod slowly. You really hope Seungkwan is listening to her carefully, because you’ve started spiralling very badly and it’s making you dizzy.

“I’m going to taper your suppressant dosage. We will go down to zero over the course of one week. Your heat should hit two days after you stop using them completely. The tapering will be a bit rough. Nausea, cramping, fatigue, an upset stomach. You won’t feel the need to knot, but you will need a lot of company. I would recommend scenting. Omegas and betas are very good partners to have at this time.”

She gives Seungkwan a glance, who nods resolutely.

“So basically everyone will have to take this burden.” You say dryly, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t say that.” Seungkwan snaps. “You’re not a burden.”

You bite your tongue in front of the doctor because you don’t want this to become a whole thing here. But you feel so crappy. This is the last thing you want to happen as soon as you join the pack. What a way to make an entrance, you think bitterly.

The doctor writes down the dosages for tapering your suppressants and Seungkwan makes sure to understand them perfectly. You’re not even on this astral plane anymore. Your nerves are so shot that you can’t believe you haven’t collapsed into a screaming and crying mess yet. Fuck the Service. No one told you this would mess you up so much. You had a medical evaluation by the Service before you joined. That doctor didn’t bring any of this up. He just told you that the suppressants would have ‘some side effects’. What a joke. They just wanted their money. Greedy bitches.

You’re still stewing in anger and anxiety when you leave the office. Seungkwan has a firm clasp on your hand, holding the papers from the office in the other.

“Let’s get something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

He sighs. “Look, I didn’t say this in front of the doctor, but you have nothing to worry about, okay? We will figure it out. Together.”

“What do you mean I have nothing to worry about?” Your face twists. “This isn’t nothing!”

“I know. But there’s a solution for this. The pack will tell you-”

“I’m such a burden.” Your voice cracks as you blurt out. “My first official day in the pack and I’m already causing problems. And you guys still have playoffs, and if you win, then championships. I can’t ask this of you. I can’t put the whole fucking team out of commission-”

“Stop!” Seungkwan stands in front of you, gripping your arms tightly so you look at him. “Stop spiralling. Fine, no breakfast. I’m getting everyone together at the hotel and we are going to talk about this like grown adults.”

You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen Seungkwan be so assertive. It surprises you so much that you’re knocked out of your panicked rumination for a little bit. You nod slowly and he lets you go, pulling out his phone to call someone. You can hear Jeonghan on the other line.

By the time you get back, everyone is gathered in your and Seungkwan’s room. Hansol and Minghao are dozing in the nest, Mingyu is brushing his teeth over the sink in the bathroom with weary, swollen eyes, and Seokmin is rummaging in a drawer. You briefly remember that it’s your drawer. You recall the time you woke up to Soonyoung using Seokmin’s toothbrush.

“If you use my toothbrush, I’ll kill you.” You deadpan, making him turn around.

“C’mon! We’re packmates now!” He gives you a grin. You level him such a withering look that he sighs and closes the drawer.

Everyone is more alert once you come in, and it makes you feel a bit nervous. You feel guilty that they are here instead of enjoying their day off. They seem to sense it, because Hansol is opening his arms from where he lies. You climb into the nest, collapsing on him. Minghao runs his hand over your tense shoulder blades.

“I’m assuming it isn't good news.” Seungcheol mumbles, watching you from where he leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed.

You let Seungkwan do all the explaining, feeling more and more embarrassed when he explains that you’ll need multiple of the strongest alphas. Their reaction is not what you expect, though. Because Jeonghan snorts and Seungcheol is smiling.

“Well, I don't know what that doctor was thinking when she said you will need the strongest alphas, but she hasn’t met me.”

His words are so decisive that you’re sitting up in the nest to look at him, confused. There’s a smattering of laughter in the room. Seungcheol remains leaning against the opposite wall, watching you.

“It’s two weeks, Seungcheol.”

He shakes his head. “It won’t be two weeks. I know how to deal with omegas.”

“He’s right.” Minghao mumbles from beside you. Your heart races a little.

“Aren’t you being a bit overconfident?” You purse your lips. “The doctor said-”

“Sweetheart, I know my ruts.” Seungcheol pushes off the wall to walk closer to you. “I thought Jeonghan told you how rough they can be. All I’m suggesting here is that we take advantage of them.”

“Wait-” Realisation dawns on you. “You want to sync my heat with your rut?”

Before he even nods, you know that the idea makes sense. You do remember what Jeonghan said. Seungcheol needs two omegas, or one beta and one omega to get through his rut. And you need two or three alphas. By aligning your cycles, you two will need no one but each other. Your emotional needs won’t be a problem, like the doctor said, because you will have one alpha there to provide them. In every sense of the word, this is like a perfect match.

“Oh my god.”

Soonyoung laughs from where he is sitting against the wall, squeezing Jihoon, who is cuddled into his lap. Seungcheol is smirking at you with half lidded eyes, a look in them that makes something zip up from your stomach. You break eye contact when you can’t take it anymore, looking at Seungkwan sitting on the edge of the bed. He only smiles back at you.

“I told you not to worry.”

pairing: ot13 x reader

category: omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics, sports au: volleyball, polyamory

status: ongoing

content warnings: omega!reader, fem!reader, this is set entirely in omegaverse so read at your own risk! exploration of secondary gender and pack dynamics, ruts, heats, knots and scenting. angst, fluff and smut. insecurity, the feeling of being lonely, abandoned, hurt, being ‘othered’. jealousy, some hostility. unprotected sex, nsfw, mentions of breeding, mating, knotting, omega subspace, multiple orgasms. there’s love between all subgenders. all members of seventeen are featured: alpha - seungcheol, jeonghan, junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, mingyu, hansol. beta - joshua, chan. omega - jihoon, minghao, seungkwan.

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

☆ prologue (wc: 1.4k)

☆ chapter 1 - (wc: 7.2k)

☆ chapter 2 - (wc: 8.9k)

☆ chapter 3 - (wc: 8.3k)

☆ chapter 4 - (wc: 9k)

☆ chapter 5 - (wc: 8.4k)

☆ chapter 6 - (wc: 9k)

☆ chapter 7 - 07/11/25

☆ chapter 8 - 11/11/25

☆ epilogue - 14/11/25

a/n: okay, this has been a long time coming! i’ve been working on this series for a while now, and im very proud of the story I have lined up. ot13 omegaverse is already an interesting concept but my haikyuu loving ass decided to through volleyball in there LMFAO and this might just be my magnum opus ㅠ but full disclaimer there isn’t really that much volleyball in it. ANYWAY I hope everyone likes it. you can add yourself to the taglist here