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It wasn’t the first time Jeonghan had been called last minute by his somewhat frantic boss, asking if there was a chance he could head into work right this minute with a promise of double pay.
(“High profile idol, went into a rut on the way home from a schedule. Weeks before his usual cycle, with no warning. It’s okay to say no, but you’re the best at this and-“
“I’ll do it.”
“Great. I’ll send his manager to come pick you up. You have an hour.”)
Jeonghan had hastily showered, made sure to wipe any foreign scents off. Before a job he would take hours to ensure he was clean and proper, usually in a hotel meant for ruts and heats, that way he was certain the alpha would be pleased and happy, but in situations like this he could only do the best he could in the little time he had.
Had grabbed some freshly cleaned clothes and put it in his overnight bag, then he left.
The manager has filled him in on the details, while also explaining how the idol had an important schedule in two days. One they couldn’t cancel, so they had all panicked.
It’s why most idols use their services, because a rut or a heat lasts around 24 hours with a partner, while if you ride it out alone it could last 3-4 days. And celebrities barely had time off as it were, even 24 hours could be damaging.
“He’s never used the service before, since his ruts were so regular he always managed to get time off enough to ride them out alone, but he agreed it would be better this time. So, uh,” the manager, a female beta who clearly wore scent suppressors as he could not smell anything from her. “Be gentle? I guess?”
“Of course.” He tried not to laugh, knowing how rutting alphas would have him on their knots before he had even passed the doorstep.
Usually the alpha would come to the hotel room after Jeonghan had prepared it. It would be before the rut kicked in so Jeonghan could figure out boundaries and what was expected of him. But in emergencies like this?
Well, it usually ended up with a sexually frustrated alpha shoving the knot into him immediately, more animal than human. Which, honestly, Jeonghan didn’t mind. He got this job because he enjoyed it, not in a particularly perverted way, but he enjoyed sex and he didn’t mind it rough. Plus it paid well and he got a lot of off days, since he only needed to be the rut partner of 5-8 alphas per month. A pretty decent job. He even enjoyed figuring out the various alphas and what they liked, adapting to their needs.
“Here’s the apartment code. The other three living there are out and I’m sure you can smell your way to his room.”
“Thanks.”
-
The smell was strong. Exactly what Jeonghan expected of the alpha leader of one of the biggest boygroups in the country. Though the hint of sweetness was surprising, but still powerful and very alpha. Jeonghan carefully took his shoes off and followed the scent.
Slowly opened the bedroom door as soon as he located it, immediately seeing his client.
Choi Seungcheol, also known as S.Coups, the leader of a ten membered group called SEVENTEEN, a group consisting of surprisingly many alphas, some betas. Usually it was more betas than alphas, but they made it work.
He was naked, on the bed. Sat straight up as he watched Jeonghan with big, almost scared eyes.
“Hello,” Jeonghan said sweetly.
“You’re- uh- The help?” He looked like he was trying to compose himself, trying not to jump Jeonghan.
“Yes. I’m here to help with your rut,” Jeonghan properly looked at the alpha; saw the big and extremely girthy cock leaking profusely, the strong thighs, the soft pudge of the stomach, and an incredibly buff body.
He was hot. Jeonghan had always thought he was, the couple of times he had seen SEVENTEEN while scrolling online.
Oh.
Jeonghan noticed the bed.
The clothes and pillows spread around, yet forming a pattern on the big bed.
“That’s a pretty nest.”
It was not unheard of, for an alpha to build a nest, but it was not something Jeonghan had personally ever experienced.
Seungcheol blushed red, all the way down his chest. “I’m sure you make prettier ones.”
“You did well, alpha,” Jeonghan insisted, not liking the way he seemed almost ashamed. “Now, how do you want me?”
Seungcheol was opening and closing his mouth, seemingly conflicted. “Naked,” he said after several long seconds.
“Easily done, alpha.” Jeonghan hastily undressed, throwing his clothes somewhere to his side. His ass and pussy were already reacting to the pheromones in the air, his thighs wet. He saw the way Seungcheol zeroed in on the wet streaks, felt arousal thicken the air. “You did this to me, alpha,” he purred, but instead of the reaction he expected, Seungcheol’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a small frown.
Hmm.
Interesting.
“What now, alpha?”
“Call me Seungcheol,” he said. “I- You probably always call the others alpha, so I want to be Seungcheol.”
Ah. Surprisingly lucid still, and definitely typical alpha, because there was a possessive tinge to it all.
“Okay, Seungcheol. So what now?”
The alpha opened his arms wide. “Come.”
Jeonghan crawled onto the bed, careful to not ruin the nest. Sat down on the thick thighs, his pussy pressed against the throbbing length, while Seungcheol pulled him into a tight hug and immediately licked the scent glands.
He sank into the embrace, bared his throat better and let Seungcheol scent him, completely drenching Jeonghan.
“Sweet,” Seungcheol grumbled, sucking on the glands. “Such a nice smelling omega.”
“Want me to warm your knot, Seungcheol?”
It would be so easy to slip it in, while the alpha buried him in pheromones.
“No.”
Okay.
He was placed down, pushed until he was lying on his side away from Seungcheol. “I just wanna spoon.”
“Okay,” Jeonghan felt the firm, yet soft body against his back, the rock hard cock pressed into his ass, arms holding him tight as the alpha sucked marks onto his nape. “But you have to knot me at some point.”
“I know. Just- Not yet.”
“Of course, Seungcheol. Your pace.”
Seungcheol’s chest rumbled happily and his scent was almost overwhelmingly sweet, a pleased alpha.
An hour went by, of just cuddling and soothing touches, Seungcheol smelling so lovely and sweet, his hands touching Jeonghan in the gentlest of ways; playing with the nipples, rubbing his stomach soothingly, had even asked softly before he played with Jeonghan’s clit and got him to orgasm. All the while Seungcheol stayed rock hard, the big cock leaking onto his ass.
Jeonghan was definitely marked all over his neck, nape, and upper back areas.
But nothing really happened, not until he took note of a scent he hadn’t noticed before. Without thinking he had grabbed the shirt stuffed close to their heads, pulling it in to smell it. Felt the way Seungcheol stiffened behind him a little too late.
The scent was alpha. Strong, minty, domineering.
Seungcheol growled, ripped it out of Jeonghan’s hands and possessively clutched it close as he sat up, glaring down at Jeonghan.
What the fuck. This was so unprofessional of Jeonghan, he was not here to be curious, and he should have just ignored it, but the lazy atmosphere had made his brain foggy.
Instantly Jeonghan bared his neck in submissiveness, looking away to show he wasn’t trying to fight. “I’m sorry, alpha. I shouldn’t have grabbed one of your things.”
The growling stopped and Seungcheol’s scent soured. “No, omega,” he whined, pulling Jeonghan up and into his neck, pumping out relaxing pheromones directly into Jeonghan’s nose. “I’m sorry. You did nothing wrong. I’m at fault- I-“
Scent drunk and delirious, once again Jeonghan lost his professionalism. “Why don’t you spend your rut with the owner of the shirt?” Because clearly he must love them. Heat/rut nests only have the owner’s scent and their partner’s. No one else.
So for Seungcheol to put it here… It was obvious.
“Because he doesn’t love me back.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Seungcheol.” He purred, hoping to brighten the alpha with omegan soothing sounds.
Seungcheol inhaled sharply, held him tighter. “It’s someone in my group. He doesn’t know.”
“Maybe he wants you too.”
“No, he likes pretty little things, like you. Sweet omegas he can play with and ruin and I’m- I’m not that.”
“Oh.” Jeonghan could relate to the despair and heartache in Seungcheol's voice, his own heart clenching in sympathy.
“I want him to ruin me,” Seungcheol confessed secretly. “I want to submit to him. I want- But I can’t. It’s better this way. We are better as friends.”
Jeonghan hugged him back, licked the scent glands lovingly as he got filled with the taste of Seungcheol, his holes dripping and leaking onto the lap. A quiet moment. Seungcheol's body turning softer, his scent sweetening again. The hug was warm. Gentle. Calming.
“Jeonghan.”
“Yes, Seungcheol.”
“I’m gonna knot you now.”
“Mm, okay.”
Jeonghan was placed onto his back, legs spread as the big cock was pushed into his slicked up and loose cunt, the slide easily.
That’s when Seungcheol finally went primal, his scent truly an alpha in rut, eyes glassy and gone.
“I could smell them,” Seungcheol said, dragging his hips back and forth. “The other alphas you’ve been with. Had to make sure it was all gone.”
That was impossible, but Jeonghan played along, mewling all prettily as he took the cock. Seungcheol probably was hallucinating the scents, knowing Jeonghan’s job.
“Now you smell like mine,” Seungcheol was rambling, his thrusts harder and deeper. “And you smell so ripe, so ready to take my pups.”
Oh, breeding kink.
Jeonghan immediately felt dizzy, felt the omega take more control.
He had always been weak to breeding kink.
“I can smell that you want it,” Seungcheol growled. “That you want to mate and have a family, raise pups and be happy. I’ll be that for you. I can be such a good alpha for you,” he angled his hips differently and Jeonghan screamed out in pleasure, shocked and overjoyed because Seungcheol had found a spot in him he didn’t know about.
“Ah-ah Seungch-“
“Gonna knock you up, make you mine, then I will love you. I know I will. Joshua is-“ His hips faltered for a moment, but turned sharp and determined again quickly. “I can love you, I promise. I can love two people. Mine. You’ll bear my pups, I can feel it. Smell it.”
He was gone, but so was Jeonghan as he orgasmed in a manner which felt almost violent, his entire body twisting and turning while the knot pushed in deep and hard, locking them in.
He blacked out from the pleasure.
Jeonghan was crying, a whole mess when he came to, but Seungcheol was kissing him and soothing him, his eyes full of clarity.
“There you are, omega.”
“Shit, I’ve never orgasmed like that.”
“Me neither,” Seungcheol confessed. “But it was my first time with an omega. Is it normally this intense?"
First time? Holy fuck, that was vital information and he wished he had known this before, but luckily it had gone well.
“No. No definitely not.”
“But you’re okay?”
“Amazing. I feel amazing,” Jeonghan assured.
Seungcheol’s smile was adorable, and he rearranged them to cuddle side by side, bodies flush. “It already feels like the rut is disappearing.”
“It is.”
Then he blushed. “Um, I think I said some weird stuff? I don’t even know where it came from.”
A giggle, Jeonghan kissing one of the round cheeks. “Don’t worry, rut talk is often strange.”
“In the moment it really felt so true, it was- Uh, convincing..”
“It usually does.”
They spent the rest of the night talking, though the rut flared shortly once more and Jeonghan got gently fucked while Seungcheol kissed him breathless. The orgasm wasn’t mind shattering this time, but still good.
(Jeonghan had gone without cumming even once on some gigs, so three was already quite insane.)
When the rut cleared, Jeonghan made to leave, but not before giving some advice.
“Hey, I think you should confess. Maybe he’ll reject you, but that way it’ll be easier to move on. To get a clear no.”
Seungcheol looked oddly beautiful and cute where he sat in the middle of his mussed up nest, still naked. His grin was bashful. “Yeah, you might be right. Thank you for tonight, Jeonghan.”
“If you ever need help again, don’t be shy to request me,” Jeonghan said, even if he knew his company (sensibly) would reject it, because if the same omega went to the same alpha- well, attachments could happen.
“If I ever do, I will.”
Jeonghan had a feeling he wouldn’t call one again, but he could pretend.
Leaving the apartment was hard, like something was pulling him to keep close to the alpha, almost like a mating bond, but Jeonghan had made sure there were none in the mirror this morning. Had had a scare when he woke up, thinking Seungcheol had claimed him without him remembering, but nothing. Only hickeys, bruises, and shallow bite marks.
No point in dwelling on it. Jeonghan needed sleep and was going to have the next ten days off (as promised by his boss).
Choi Seungcheol was a sweet alpha who had gotten him to cum so hard he blacked out, an experience he would remember for life, but it wouldn’t be more than that.
Life went on and Jeonghan genuinely hoped for Seungcheol’s sake that he would have his happy ending with the man he loved.
(Jeonghan ignored the small sting of pain.)