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Kim Seungmin wants to be pregnant. Right now. He’s spent days, weeks, months lying awake or standing in front of a mirror, one hand on his unfortunately flat belly, daydreaming about what it’d be like to have a baby growing inside, how his partners would dote on him and their child. Right now, he’s lying in his nest at 4 in the morning, both hands against his stomach, images of a new chapter in life flashing before his eyes like they’re being projected onto the ceiling.

The pack’s been working hard for many years, so hard that they bought a big house with enough room for their own basement dance studio and more bedrooms than they really need for just the 8 of them. Before they’d even settled on buying the house, Seungmin and Felix had stood in the doorway to one of the rooms, Felix making the comment that the morning sunshine through the windows would make it perfect for a nursery; Seungmin agreed, already coming up with a list of possible colors to paint the walls.

They’re all getting older, Chan and Minho already in their 30s, and the rest of them not far behind, so it makes sense that their conversations start to drift to the idea of expanding the family. They can afford to, obviously, and they’ve already started slowing down their tours so they don’t burn out or break down as much as they used to, so yeah, now makes sense. Seungmin just wishes they’d hurry the fuck up and put their dicks in him. It’s not like they haven’t been sexually active lately, but between dance practice and recording, they just haven’t really had the time to get as deeply intimate as they’d like. But today’s a day off, and Seungmin’s taking matters into his own hands.

Chan’s sleeping beside him in Seungmin’s nest, sprawled out beneath a thin sheet, only his lower half covered by the fabric . In the dim yellow light emitted by the cozy string lights that line the walls, Chan’s bare chest looks as defined as ever, his nipples hard and biteable. If Seungmin were to slip a hand under the sheet, his fingertips would find no underwear, just delicious skin and one of the longest dicks he’ s ever had the pleasure of deepthroating. And so that’s almost what he does.

Seungmin shuffles so he’s on his knees beside Chan’s waist, and he slowly pulls back the sheet until it’s at Chan’s feet, revealing a completely naked hyung whose cock lies flaccid against his stomach. That won’t do. Seungmin reaches out and carefully wraps a hand around his hyung’s shaft, stroking it slow and measured, finding his own satisfaction in his hyung’s little twitches—that’s Seungmin’s doing, his hyung’s undoing—until he decides he needs to speed things up if he’s going to get his way today. And so he leans down and licks a stripe up Chan’s length before taking the tip into his mouth and bobbing up and down just a little. Seungmin pauses when Chan groans, but he doesn’t stir, so he keeps going until Chan’s cock is standing tall on its own. A glob of slick slides out of Seungmin’s pussy and trickles down the leg of his pyjama shorts , warm and slimy and making him gasp. There’ll be no need for lube today.

Seungmin throws one leg over Chan’s body and shuffles on his knees until he’s hovering right above Chan’s crotch. He hikes up his oversized button-up pyjama shirt just a little so it doesn’t get in the way, the smooth slide of satin cool against his otherwise heated skin, and then he bunches up his shorts and nudges the fabric of one leg to the side so he can line Chan’s cock up with his entrance. Right now, Seungmin’s in control. Right now, Seungmin’s not going to take it slow. And so he lets gravity do most of the work as he drops down on Chan’s cock, moaning out an oh god as he’s filled for the first time in a while. He lets himself adjust to the intrusion for a second, and then he leans back, hands braced on either side of Chan’s legs, and he starts moving up and down on the length with precision, never quite letting Chan’s cock slip out.

Chan’s barely asleep at this point, not even his usual amount of melatonin keeping him from responding to the pleasure Seungmin’s giving him, a faint sheen of sweat on his chest as Seungmin uses his body. It’s hot, of course it is, his hyung responding to Seungmin’s body without really knowing why, but Seungmin’s got a long day ahead of him so he’s not going to do all the work himself, and so he leans down and nips at Chan’s nipple. J ust a little, then swipes his tongue across and presses his hot mouth against the skin. Chan startles awake with a confused little sound which quickly turns into an oh fuck, baby ! t hat brings an innocent smile to Seungmin’s face, which he keeps close to Chan’s chest.

“Good morning, Seungmin-ah,” Chan rasps. His hands naturally gravitate to Seungmin’s waist, slipping under the fabric of Seungmin’s shirt, and he begins stroking lightly over the skin. “It’s been a while since you’ve woken me like this. I’ve missed it.”

Seungmin raises his head, a bead of saliva on his chin, and pouts his lips for a kiss, which Chan eagerly gives him, licking hungrily into his mouth as Seungmin continues to ride him. When they pull away for a breath, Chan sits up and starts pressing kisses along Seungmin’s jawline and down his neck, Seungmin tilting his head to the side to allow more room as a shiver goes up his spine.

“What’s the occasion, baby?” Chan hums.

“I want to be a mommy, Alpha.”

Chan’s reaction is immediate. His teeth graze against Seungmin’s throat, the slight sting of sharp teeth and the heat of his breath making Seungmin shudder under Chan’s touch as his hands tighten on Seungmin’s waist, and a possessive growl rumbles through his chest. “I can make you a mommy, Omega.”

In an instant Chan takes control, placing his feet beneath him on the mattress and lifting Seungmin up, then pistoning his hips upward over and over again. Seungmin falls further forward, bracing his hands on Chan’s shoulders. He lets his hyung do all the work, revelling in the pleasure coursing through his body, uh uh uh s punched out of him .

I t’s not long before there’s an added pressure at Seungmin’s entrance, and then Chan’s pressing into him harder, faster, until his knot pops in and Seungmin cries out, an orgasm ripping through him as Chan’s cock spills into him, filling him up. Yes, this is what Seungmin needs, this is what he’s been dreaming about. Seungmin’s head drops against Chan’s shoulder, his lips slightly parted as he regains his breath .

“You’re going to be a beautiful mommy,” Chan purrs into his ear.

“I’m going to be a beautiful mommy,” Seungmin echoes.

C han lies back and takes Seungmin with him, his ass exposed to the cool air as they lie down properly, and Seungmin whines just a little, so Chan reaches down and grabs the sheet, pulling it over the both of them. It’s nice, these moments afterward, when they’re locked together and they can just exist skin against skin, heartbeat against heartbeat, or in this case, heartbeat against reddened, saliva-stained cheeks. A hand strokes through Seungmin’s hair as he floats in the warmth.

When they’re both a little more lucid, Chan asks, “What’s your plan for our day off, baby?”

“Get pregnant.”

Chan swallows. “Oh? All day?”

“All of you. All day.”

“Someone’s determined.” There’s a tiny tug of amusement in Chan’s tone. He presses a kiss to the top of Seungmin’s head and he wraps his arms tighter around him.

Seungmin’s so determined that he doesn’t waste a single second when Chan’s knot goes down. He tugs Chan in for a wet, messy kiss before he pulls off Chan’s cock and crawls out of the nest. One leg of his shorts is still hiked up on his hip, and there’s dried saliva flaking off his chin —a look impossible for one mate in particular to resist. So when he leaves his sanctuary, he follows the music.

II

Hyunjin’s lazily running through some original choreography when the door to the basement studio flies open and Seungmin stalks towards him as if he’s about to wring his neck. One quick look at Seungmin might give the impression that he’s been fighting with his bedsheets throughout the night, his hair mussed and his pajamas hanging off him in weird ways, but his inner thighs glitter in the studio lights, and the scent trail he brings with him is deliciously sweet and a little bit salty. No, this is a thoroughly debauched Seungmin. Hyunjin’s cock swells at the sight.

H alfway between the door and the dancer, Seungmin starts running, head down and not quite full speed, launching himself at Hyunjin and hoping strong arms will keep him from falling. They do, of course, Hyunjin’ s arms easily winding around Seungmin’s back as he latches onto Hyunjin, his legs tight around his waist. Seungmin’s crotch is wet against Hyunjin’s sweatpants, and it takes everything in him to restrain himself from rutting against the juicy mound. Instead, Hyunjin traces his nose along the column of Seungmin’s throat, inhaling deeply .

“Chan-hyung did a number on you, huh?”

“No,” Seungmin corrects, “I did a number on him.” He can’t keep the proud smile off his face.

“And you’re not done.” No question, just an observation, an understanding that Hyunjin’s clearly next on Seungmin’s hitlist.

“Uh uh,” he says with a little shake of his head.

Seungmin reaches behind and underneath himself, his hands roaming over Hyunjin’s waist until he finds the band of Hyunjin’s sweatpants. He’s wound himself too tight, and he can’t make the pants budge, so he loosens his legs a little, relying more on his core strength— he may not be ripped, but he’s stronger than he looks— and Hyunjin’s sturdy arms. Determined hands grip the sweatpant fabric and Seungmin yanks the obstacle-to-pleasure down as far as he can without doing an entire backbend onto the floor. Thankfully, Hyunjin’s underpants go too, Hyunjin’s cock springing free and slapping against Seungmin’s ass. Seungmin grips it, hard.

“In me, now,” he demands.

“Eager today, baby?”

God, this is taking too long! It takes a squeeze of Hyunjin’s cock before he gets the message and stops teasing. Instead, he yanks Seungmin’s shorts down so they’re around his lower thighs, and then Hyunjin lifts Seungmin up, lines up his cock, and drops him down on his cock in one swift, practised movement, hissing at the tightness. Seungmin wraps his arms behind Hyunjin’s neck and holds on for his life as Hyunjin starts thrusting into him. It’s been too long since they’ve done this, since they’ve felt each other so fully and so intimately, and they both keen at the pleasure of their shared connection.

“uh yes—yes—gimme a——baby,” Seungmin moans between thrusts.

Hyunjin’s movements stutter, and he looks up at Seungmin’s face as if to clarify that he’d heard correctly. Seungmin’s head is tilted backwards, his mouth slightly open, breaths punched out of him with each thrust, and he gives no indication that what he said was a mistake.

Hyunjin’s one of 2 betas in the group, and though they’re not as fertile as alphas, they do have the ability to impregnate omegas. They just have to work a little harder. And, really, when he’s presented with a whining, demanding Seungmin, Hyunjin’s more than willing to put in that work, so he starts thrusting with more intensity.

Just when he getting closer to the edge, the door flings open again.

“Hyunjin-ah—oh! Oh.”

Seungmin turns his head so he can see the new person in the room, and once he does, he whines, “Jeongin-ah, Alpha, in me, too”. He’d be an idiot if he let this opportunity go to waste.

Jeongin’s eyes flash red, and he wastes no time shedding his own shorts and marching over to the two of them. Seungmin’s ass stings as Jeongin lands a slap directly on a slice of exposed skin. “Two already, Seungminnie? You’re being spoiled.”

Jeongin drops to his knees behind Seungmin and peers up at the beautiful sight above him; cum and slick drip from Seungmin’s pussy and along his asscrack, shiny with sweat too—delicious. Electricity runs up Seungmin’s spine as Jeongin’s tongue meets the connection between cock and pussy, eagerly lapping at the meal he’s presented with, and then a finger prods at his entrance before slipping right in, and Seungmin gasps . Jeongin’s finger moves and both Hyunjin and Seungmin moan at the sensation, drawing a chuckle out of the maknae. After a few seconds he slides in another finger, then another, until there’s three digits gliding along with Hyunjin’s dick. It’s an added hint of pleasure, quickly doubling then tripling as Seungmin opens up more , yet it’s still not enough.

“Hurry up and put your dick in before I cum,” Hyunjin hisses. Sweat drips down his forehead, his face red and his arm muscles bulging.

They have to do a little bit of manoeuvring to support Seungmin while also granting Jeongin access, and in the process Hyunjin shuffles around so Seungmin can see himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He’s still hanging off Hyunjin’s cock, Hyunjin’s arms now supporting Seungmin under the knees. Behind him, Jeongin stands wearing nothing but a button-up plaid shirt. And holy fuck, the look in Jeongin’s eyes as he lines himself up and his cock nudges at Seungmin’s entrance is enough to make another glob of slick seep out of Seungmin.

“Color, baby?”

“Green, bright fucking green!”

Jeongin presses in slowly, groaning at the sensation of his cock against Hyunjin’s, enveloped in Seungmin’s heat, driving all of them closer to the edge. It’s a tight squeeze, yet Seungmin clenches around the cocks within him. With natural ease, Hyunjin and Jeongin begin to move, taking turns fucking in, their salacious moans and groans filling the studio as they manhandle their omega. Jeongin trails kisses down Seungmin’s clothed spine despite the fact he wishes they’d had the foresight to rip the damned shirt off him first. Seungmin manages a few words between his moans, incoherent babbling with a few “pregnant” and “babies” thrown in.

“Oh my god,” Jeongin groans.

Jeongin’s knot pushes at Seungmin’s entrance, and Hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the stimulation.

“’M gonna cum—” Hyunjin manages before he shudders, his semen coating Seungmin’s insides. Seungmin’s own orgasm follows mere seconds later, and he goes limp in their arms, leaning into Hyunjin as he catches his breath. Jeongin keeps his momentum as he feels his climax building, and then, he too, fills Seungmin and locks them in place. Locks all three of them in place.

“Maybe I should’ve—”

“Pulled out? Yeah, we could’ve planned that better.” Jeongin finishes Hyunjin’s sentence. “We’ll just have to stand here for a bit.”

“Idiots,” Seungmin mutters, nuzzling into Hyunjin’s neck with a gentle purr.

“Doing okay?” Jeongin asks.

“Perfect.”

He’s not so perfect when they’re eventually free and he’s gently lowered to the ground, his legs nearly giving up completely underneath him. Thankfully, strong arms around his waist keep him from crashing knees first into the vinyl. Seungmin kicks off his thoroughly soiled shorts and uses his toes to fling them against the mirror wall—he’ll deal with those later. He’s not quite ready to shed his shirt yet, so he simply straightens that and then pats down his hair as if that’s the most obvious indication that he’s been fucked so good this morning. It’s definitely not the slick and cum that’s still sliding down his inner thighs.

“So, uh, did you come in here because you needed something?” Hyunjin asks Jeongin.

“Oh, yeah!…”

Seungmin ignores the rest of their conversation and sets off to find his next target.

III

Aside from a bathroom, the one other basement-level room in this house is their home gym. It’s about half the size of the dance studio, but it fits all the machines they need; one treadmill, one weight machine and a rowing machine. There’s also enough floorspace for the few members who enjoy a bit of yoga or pilates. Half the pack make regular use of the gym. Right now, though, it’s empty. Which, Seungmin figures as he glances at the big clock on the wall opposite the door, works in his favor.

Seungmin walks over to the crate where the yoga mats are neatly rolled up and stored, trailing a hand atop the lot of them until he settles on a pretty purple one and pulls it free of its confines. There’s only one acceptable place to put it in this case, so he marches over to the stretch of bare floor and unfurls it, the thin rubber thwacking against the vinyl.

If there’s one thing Changbin often reminds them all of, it’s the importance of stretching; before dance practice, before performances, before workouts, before vigorous physical activity. So Seungmin does just that, starting with a few easy ones to loosen his shoulders, and then bending down to touch his toes, before continuing on. All the while, he keeps his ears open for a familiar sound.

As he’s sinking into downward dog, his ass high in the air and his head down between his arms, he hears the squeak of rubber soles against the hallway floor.

Seungmin’s heart races as he prepares himself, shifting onto his hands and knees and lowering himself even more onto his elbows and forearms. He then shuffles his knees until they’re pushing outwards, his thighs nearly touching the ground and his ass on full display, pointed directly at the door. It’s not right, he knows, the way that he’s positioned, his feet pointing the wrong way and the angle of his body not quite aligned. The footsteps come to an abrupt stop and there’s a sharp intake of breath from the doorway.

Changbin stands there, his muscles bulging in a tight-fitting tank top and shorts, his mouth pressed into a thin line, not quite believing the sight in front of him. Seungmin, not in his workout gear of basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt, usually borrowed from Chan or Changbin, but presented, ass and pussy dripping with a mix of cum and slick, right there on the gym floor. If he were Chan he’d write a song about this moment.

“Alpha,” Seungmin croons. “I forgot how to do this stretch.”

Changbin drops his water bottle on the small table by the door. It takes only a couple of strides for him to reach Seungmin, and he crouches down beside him. From here he can see the patches of red and purple decorating Seungmin’s neck, and Changbin traces a finger over a particular one, the faint impression of teeth creating grooves beneath his touch; there’s no doubt that’s from the pack alpha. Seungmin shudders under the touch, his eyes closing as Changbin continues tracing over Seungmin’s body, moving over satiny fabric and then once again meeting skin, until he reaches the reddened patches on Seungmin’s hips.

Changbin’s there and then he’s not, moving behind Seungmin in a quick motion. He leans in, peering at the puffy, dripping sight in front of him. Seungmin whines as Changbin slides the length of one finger between the folds of his pussy.

“Channie-hyung looked like a blissed out little puppy when I saw him in the shower earlier, and then I passed Hyunnie and Jeongin-ah in the hallway just before, and they were holding a pair of felix’s slick soaked shorts, but Felix doesn’t produce slick...” Changbin slides his finger again, this time pressing on Seungmin’s clit, and he chuckles as Seungmin moans. “You’re a needy pup today, huh?”

Seungmin’s body jolts as Changbin’s finger presses just right, moans ripping through him even louder than before. He doesn’t even realise he’s rutting against the finger until it’s suddenly gone and he’s left whimpering for more, his orgasm robbed from him.

Changbin’s bulging, clothed dick is suddenly right in front of Seungmin’s face, ready to break free from its confines. “Take them off without falling on your face,” Changbin instructs.

Seungmin’s already trembling, but it increases tenfold when he reaches one arm up, shifting most of his weight onto his left arm, and he tugs at the cord holding Changbin’s shorts up. It takes him a couple of tries but the shorts soon drop to the ground, and Seungmin claws at Changbin’s briefs until they, too, fall. Sweat drips down Seungmin’s neck at the effort as he stabalizes himself. He can’t take his eyes off the girthy, red cock before him. It’s leaking precum already, and Seungmin wants to reach out and lick it.

But he doesn’t get the chance.

Just as quickly as Changbin’s cock appeared before him, it’s gone, and Seungmin very briefly considers weeping, until two hands clamp down on his asscheeks and pull them apart. The tip of Changbin’s cock presses against his pussy and Seungmin keens, circling his hips so the tip presses into him. A hand comes down hard against his ass.

“Greedy baby,” Changbin scolds.

Seungmin whines but he stops moving. Changbin can be a kind and gentle lover, using soft movements and even softer words to coax his partner into bliss. But that’s not what Seungmin’s after today, and he knows it, so this time he is anything but gentle. In one swift movement, Changbin slams into Seungmin’s pussy, leftover slick and cum squelching and Seungmin crying out in pained pleasure as Changbin’s cock stretches him out again. Seungmin doesn’t need time to adjust to the size of Changbin’s cock, not after being thoroughly fucked by 2 at once, and he lets Changbin know by squirming on his cock.

“Move,” Seungmin demands.

Changbin chuckles but he immediately obliges. He sets a brutal pace, revelling in the wet slap and squelch of skin against skin as he pounds into Seungmin. Bodily fluids drip onto the yoga mat; this one will have to be kept for special occasions only.

Seungmin’s arms give out as Changbin shifts the position, driving into Seungmin at an angle that better reaches his g-spot, and Seungmin rests his forehead on the mat, his arms splaying out to the sides. Changbin’s hot body presses along his back, buff arms curling around his waist to hold him up, to keep him close, to press in tight.

“You take care of us so well,” Seungmin pants. His speech rumbles against Changbin’s back. “You’ll take care of me well when I’m pregnant, too.”

Changbin would be lying if he says he hasn’t imagined what a pregnant Seungmin would be like. No doubt grumpy during the first trimester; Seungmin’s not exactly fond of throwing up, and the changes to his body would definitely take some time to get used to. He’d be demanding in that adorable puppy-ish way of his, always asking for the food he craves and the massages he needs to relieve the aches of his growing belly. And, of course, he’d be horny as hell.

A couple more thrusts and then Seungmin’s world whites out as Changbin’s swollen knot pushes inside him. Slick and cum spurts from Seungmin’s pussy right as Changbin himself reaches release.

“I’ll keep you satiated whenever you need,” Changbin promises. He presses a soft kiss to the side of Seungmin’s head, and then he pulls them both so they’re lying on their sides, their pack’s future baby momma cradled in his arms.

“I’ll try not to be too horny,” Seungmin says.

“You can be as horny as you need to be. Horny, hungry, grumpy, happy, whatever. We’ll help you through it all.”

They lie in quiet peace for a while, conversing softly about how many kids they think would be a good fit for their family—“as many as you want to give us, Seungmin-ah,” Changbin says—until Changbin’s knot deflates and they finally peel themselves off the destroyed yoga mat.

“Oh,” Seungmin says, “where’d the button go?”

Seungmin’s shirt gapes at the chest, the collar slipping down so one shoulder’s exposed. There’s no use trying to keep it from falling, so he leaves it. His stomach, now distented slightly from the flood of cum he’s taken in the past hour, growls like he hasn’t eaten in a couple days. And so off he goes to the kitchen, leaving Changbin to wash up by himself.

IV

There is one thing and one thing only that Seungmin wants to consume when he gets to the kitchen. And that is the man quietly singing an English song as he rinses rice in the sink. Minho looks frighteningly adorable today; he’s dressed in his usual loungewear of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, his hair pushed back from his forehead with a soft fabric headband, and a pair of fluffy slippers on his feet. A frilly purple apron covers his front.

Seungmin grabs one of the assortment of aprons hanging by the door to the kitchen, not caring which he ends up with, because it’s not going to be on him for very long, and he ends up with a gaudy lemon yellow and white frilly apron which he throws over his head and ties tightly around his waist. There’s still chocolate stains on the chest from one of Seungmin and Felix’s overly ambitious attempts at a 3 tiered cake.

Seungmin saunters up to his hyung and snakes his arms around his waist, Seungmin pressing close and hooking his chin over Minho’s shoulder.

“Hungry, Seungmin-ah? Breakfast is nearly ready,” Minho says. His voice is still a little gravely from sleep.

“Mhm,” Seungmin says, “but I’m hungry for something else.”

“Cereal’s in the—”

“No,” Seungmin’s voice drops, a rumble through his chest.

Minho doesn’t need to ask what Seungmin means by that. The scent of sex had followed Seungmin up the stairs and down the hallway, a heavenly cloud of pheremones drifting in through the open doorway before even Seungmin himself had stepped through and wrapped his arms around Minho. There’s no bright, hot fever burning away through Seungmin’s skin, yet his whole body is warm against Minho’s back, like he’s been very active already this morning. Teeth brush against the skin of Minho’s throat. Minho brings a hand up and pats Seungmin’s cheek, for once not knowing what exactly to say.

“I want you to fill me up, hyungie,” Seungmin says. “But not with food.”

Minho shudders as Seungmin suddenly slips a hand under the apron and grasps Minho’s clothed cock.

“Don’t you want that, too? Your seed making a baby in me?” He trails a finger gently upwards against Minho’s cock, the little pressure eliciting a sharp inhale from Minho. He quickly shuts off the faucet and sets down the bowl of rice.

Minho grasps Seungmin’s chin and spins around so he’s facing his tormentor. He tugs him forward so their lips collide, mouths hungry, practically devouring one another. Minho taps Seungmin twice on the hip, and Seungmin jumps up and winds his legs around Minho’s waist at the signal. Just a few seconds later, Seungmin’s being laid out on the dining room table, his ass right on the edge. He’s been here a couple times before, but never has Minho been the one to lay him down, rather scolding Seungmin and his partner in debauchery for dirtying their nice clean table. Minho loosens Seungmin’s legs from around his waist and instructs Seungmin to hold them up.

“Let me see you, baby,” Minho says. Slender hands pull at the apron and throw it to the side before they get to work on the remaining buttons of Seungmin’s pyjama shirt, revealing one of Minho’s favourite stretches of skin. He wastes no time pressing his mouth to the pristine, unmottled skin down Seungmin’s torso, enjoying every jerk of his body and every whine that leaves his lips. Seungmin brings a hand to the back of Minho’s head, entangling his fingers in Minho’s hair.

When Minho pulls back, Seungmin’s hand falls off Minho’s head and instead grabs at his shirt.

“Off,” he states.

Seungmin’s eyes don’t leave Minho’s torso as the smirking alpha pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a set of abs that Seungmin wishes he could trace over and over again with his tongue. Seungmin’s lost in his fantasies when Minho takes hold of his legs and hoists them up just a bit, before plunging his now bare cock into Seungmin’s waiting pussy.

“Fuck!” Seungmin shouts, brought harshly back to reality.

Minho waits for Seungmin to adjust before setting a gentle pace; he’s well aware of the red and tender skin around Seungmin’s pussy, and despite the way he acts in front of the cameras sometimes, he does actually care for the health and wellbeing of his packmate.

“Good, hyungie,” Seungmin babbles. As much as he loves being fucked hard into a surface, he’s okay with gentle right now.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Seungmin opens his eyes—when did he even closed them?—to find Jisung walking towards them.

“Someone looks happy,” Jisung comments as his gaze trails from Minho to Seungmin’s blissed out face.

“He’s hungry, though,” Minho comments.

“Oh? We can’t have that. Let’s put your mouth to work, Seungmin-ah.”

Jisung drops his pants and whips out his cock, pumping it a couple times before holding it right up to Seungmin’s lips. He opens his mouth obediently, feels the weight of Jisung’s cock against his tongue as it reaches deeper and deeper, until he’s nearly gagging. He loves this feeling, being full at both ends, and he loves it even more when Jisung starts thrusting into Seungmin’s throat, one hand on top of his head to keep him from pulling away.

“That’s a good boy,” Jisung praises. “I heard from a very excited maknae that we’re getting you pregnant today. You already look like you’re in the early stages of pregnancy with that swollen belly of yours, but imagining you all round and heavy with child makes for a pretty image—one I’d write songs about.”

Seungmin squirms even more as his orgasm builds, and he’s just about to burst when Minho’s cock slips cruelly from his pussy and Jisung’s disappears from his mouth.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Minho coos, “Jisung-ah’s gonna fill you up before I knot you. You want our beta’s cum, don’t you?” Minho kisses away the tears shining on Seungmin’s cheeks.

Relief surges through Seungmin as Minho’s cock is replaced with Jisung’s. His thrusts are sloppy, far less controlled than Minho’s, evidently not far off from his own orgasm. With a couple final thrusts and a grunt Jisung’s orgasm rips through him and he spills inside Seungmin. He slips out shortly after, and then Minho’s back inside, thrusting with intention and driving both himself and Seungmin to completion, locking them together. Minho folds over Seungmin, spent. He rests his forehead against Seungmin’s abdomen, both of them breathing in sync. Seungmin brings shaking hands to card through Minho’s hair. 

"Thank you, hyungie," Seungmin whispers.

“Messy, messy babies,” Jisung coos. He’s appeared beside them again with a damp cloth in hand, and he dabs at the mess of sweat and tears on Seungmin’s soft skin. “Felixie said he’s going to take a bath soon. Maybe you should join him, Minnie.”

V

Seungmin does just that. He sheds his shirt before he goes, leaving it along with a slick and cum coated impression of his own body, on the hardwood table. Felix’s favourite bathroom is up another flight of stairs, and it takes much more effort than usual for Seungmin to make it up the stairs without his legs giving out on him. His whole body trembles, and yet he can’t rest until he finds his last alpha.

Felix is just stripping off the last of his clothes when Seungmin pushes open the door, breathing heavily and trembling in the doorway, the fire in his gaze reigniting as soon as he sees the freckled alpha before him. Felix had wondered when Seungmin was going to track him down. He’s more than okay being the last on Seungmin’s hitlist, which he definitely is judging by the naked, dripping state of the omega.

Felix reaches out a hand to Seungmin, and Seungmin staggers towards him, taking his hand and letting Felix pull him in. Felix holds onto him tightly, worried Seungmin will drop to the cold tiles if he doesn’t, so he pulls him close until they’re pressed chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, their arms securely wrapped around each other’s waist.

They stand just like that for a minute, enjoying the embrace, until Felix breaks the quiet. “We should get in the tub before we get cold.”

Seungmin’s got no energy to spend on unnecessary words so he just nods and then lets Felix guide him into the tub; this one’s specifically designed to fit 2 people, so there’s no problem today. Felix sits down first, the water barely reaching above the top of his thighs just yet, and he gently steadies Seungmin as Seungmin lowers himself onto Felix’s lap, facing one another. He takes hold of Felix’s cock which rests between them and gives a few lazy strokes until it’s erect enough for him to lower himself onto.

The slide stings a little, his skin tender and raw from the hours of being fucked just the way he likes, and he sighs in relief once he settles down on Felix’s entire length. It’s nice just sitting like this, pleasantly full yet not moving at all, and so Seungmin drops his head against Felix’s shoulder and lets himself drift away on a cloud of contentment.

Felix runs a hand down Seungmin’s spine and back up again in a repetitive soothing motion. “Are you okay, Minnie?”

“Mm,” Seungmin mumbles into Felix’s shoulder. “Sore, but so good. Wanted this for a long time.”

“Okay, take your time.” Felix presses a kiss to the side of Seungmin’s head. While Seungmin rests, Felix grabs a washcloth off the side of the tub and starts wiping down Seungmin’s back, leaving a soapy trail of vanilla behind. Felix bites back his moans whenever Seungmin slightly shifts his position.

“I’ve already got a crib picked out,” Seungmin says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“For the baby. It’s got a high safety score.”

“Yeah? Will it go with the soft mint walls?”

“Of course. And the curtains that we’ll get, too.”

“Okay, good...I’ll help you build it.”

“Good alpha.”

A few minutes later and Seungmin’s done with the conversation, lifting himself up and dropping down on Felix’s cock. This one’ll be quick, they both know, each of them already partway to orgasm. The water, now covering Seungmin’s ass, helps with the motion, and Felix also lifts up to meet Seungmin in the middle so he’s not doing all the work. White clouds bloom around them as they make gentle love.

“I love you so much,” Felix whispers as his knot pops in and he floods Seungmin’s walls with yet another load of cum.

“Love you too, Lixie,” Seungmin moans as his own orgasm sends him soaring.

Felix washes an exhausted Seungmin when they’re no longer locked together. He’s careful not to agitate the bite marks that have now lightened in colour, no longer a blazing red, and he doesn’t dare go near Seungmin’s pussy for fear of being slapped. There’s a plug in the drawer by the sink, and he grabs that when he successfully gets himself and Seungmin out of the tub. He sets a limp Seungmin on the toilet seat and apologises frantically when Seungmin hisses at the unexpected intrusion of the plug. He wants it, though, so he doesn’t complain.

Changbin comes in to carry Seungmin to the nest, and he snuggles into the warmth of his blankets and his packmates. They’re all in various states of undress, sharing their heat and their scents to soothe their omega as he drifts off to sleep, one hand resting on his belly, and a tiny satisfied smile on his face.

VI

Life settles back into something resembling normal for a few weeks, each pack member continuing their professional and personal projects, and everyone keeping a sharp eye on their pack omega. Changbin’s the first to notice, because of course he is; he snuggles up close to Seungmin during movie night one Friday and shoves his nose right against Seungmin’s scent gland, inhaling deeply. Seungmin’s always smelt like fresh linen that’s been hung out to dry in the sunshine, but this time there’s a more powdery note on top of his usually warm, floral scent. Seungmin makes them pause the movie as soon as Changbin picks up this change, and he disappears into the bathroom to pee on one of the tests he’s got stashed in the cabinet; he pees on another just for good measure. “Pregnant” flashes across both screens, and instantly Seungmin’s sobbing over the bathroom sink. Finally.

Chan books the first appointment, and the whole pack goes along, cramming into the little room where the ultrasound machine is. Seungmin flinches as the cold gel smears across his belly, but his discomfort is quickly forgotten as the images appear on the machine’s screen. The technician points to a little blob that’s supposedly their baby, and the waterworks are instant, half the room crying tears of joy as the rest look on in awe.

“Here’s baby A,” the technician says. She then moves the wand over a little more. “And here’s baby B.”

“We’re having twins?” Jisung’s question is half a shriek, and then he locks eyes with Seungmin, and says, quieter, “We’re having twins”.

“Considering the amount of recent intercourse and the number of alphas in your pack, there’s a chance your twins were both sired by different fathers. It’s fairly common in situations like yours. But I should warn you that due to the high fertility of Mr Kim and various members of the pack, it is possible that Mr Kim could be impregnated again should you continue with unprotected intercourse.”

“Sorry, Seungmin could get pregnant while he’s pregnant? That’s possible?” Chan asks.

“Rare, but possible.”

“Someone please write condoms on the shopping list.”

“Already on it, Channie-hyung!”

Later on in his pregnancy, when Seungmin’s feet are so swollen he can barely put his shoes on, and his back is so sore he invents about 7 different ways to wrap himself around his maternity pillow, the pack finds out that condoms don’t work all the time, and that one of the occasions in which Seungmin practically begged for cock ended in the creation of a third baby. Seungmin curses them out just for fun, his bright smile giving away the fact that he really doesn’t mind another set of feet running around the house.

He’s less pleased when Minho and Chan ban penetrative sex for the rest of Seungmin’s pregnancy.

Seungmin survives the sex drought, which only has to last a couple of months, and soon he’s holding 2 little bundles against his chest, his body flushed with the exertion of birthing them.

“Our sweet girl has your lips, Chan-hyung,” Seungmin says.

Chan’s standing by the head of Seungmin’s bed and he leans down some, peering at the little face of their sleeping baby girl. She does indeed have his lips. Their son, however...well, Chan knows exactly who fathered him.

“I need someone to pinch me,” Hyunjin whispers. He’s crouched on the other side of the bed, one finger resting gently against the top of their son’s head. “There’s no way that I—”

But he did. Hyunjin—beta—fathered one of their very first children.

Their third baby, another daughter, arrives a few months later, her curly hair and chubby cheeks as gorgeous as Changbin’s.