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Joshua carefully pushed open the door, closing it as quietly as he could behind him. It was decently late, not late enough for the gamers or the night owls to be sleeping, but late enough that Minghao was probably in bed and therefore meriting a quiet entrance. He toed off his shoes and hung his coat, but he didn’t get more than five steps toward the stairs before a voice called out to him.
“You’re home.”
He turned to look into the front room. Seungcheol was sitting on the couch, regarding him carefully with a strange look in his eye that Joshua couldn’t quite place. Chan was asleep next to him, curled up in an adorable pile of limbs with his head in Seungcheol’s lap. He had one of the soft cloth collars around his neck and Joshua nearly chuckled, wondering what he had done this time. He was fully clothed, though, and his neck had no visible marks, so it can’t have been that bad. He moved into the doorway, leaning against the frame. His new vantage of the room revealed Hoshi in the corner armchair on his phone. Dokyeom sat at his feet, his head resting against his hyung’s thigh, clearly teetering on the edge of sleep. A thought tickled the back of Joshua’s head, but he didn’t have time to think about it before Seungcheol spoke again.
“A little late, isn’t it?” There was something measured in his voice.
“Yeah, the people I was shooting with wanted to have dinner and then everyone got talking.”
Seungcheol considered him. “Did you drink?”
A little.” Joshua shrugged. “But I didn’t drive. I got dropped off.”
The head alpha reached down to pet Chan’s ears, the maknae snuffling adorably in his sleep. Joshua tried not to think that he looked like a supervillain in a cheesy movie petting their cat as they gave an evil monologue.
“You’re in trouble,” he said suddenly.
Joshua blinked a few times, reviewing his behaviour in the past twenty-four hours and trying to discern what could have made the head alpha mad at him. But Seungcheol didn’t look mad. No, he looked like-
“Your omegas want your blood.”
A messenger. Joshua’s heart skipped a beat. He distantly registered Hoshi looking up to observe him in the corner, the beta’s hand coming down to card through Dokyeom’s hair.
“Go put your things away and go to the den. Do everything you need to do first because you aren’t coming out of there.”
And it clicked suddenly. That’s what had felt off. There were no omegas here. Whenever any amount of his packmates were gathered in a place, usually at least one of the omegas would gravitate to it. Especially if Chan was there. But none of them were here. Because they were all upstairs. Waiting for Joshua. Waiting to punish him if Seungcheol’s words were any indication. He swallowed hard and nodded, turning on his tail to head upstairs. He couldn’t hear any sounds coming from the den, which only served to scare him even more. He quickly put his bag away and changed into sleep clothes, though he doubted he would be sleeping any time soon. He couldn’t help scanning through everything he had done in the past few weeks, trying to figure out what the reason was. If he had actually upset someone, this would be a pack meeting or a private conversation. No, he was in trouble . A feeling that was not as foreign as it should be for a man who had moved away from his parents when he was still a teenager. This wasn’t about him apologizing and making up for his actions, this was about him being punished. He couldn’t help being a little excited.
Heart in his throat, he made his way to the den and pushed open the door. The sight that greeted him made him freeze up in the doorway, but it didn’t throw him as much as the scent in the room. Mint, cinnamon, orange and caramel swirled together in his favourite, delicious cocktail, choking his breath away as soon as he inhaled it. The door shut from its own weight as he stared, unmoving, starstruck. The four omegas were sprawled out in the nest in varying states of dress, four pairs of green eyes turning toward him as he entered. Seungkwan was stretched out luxuriously, his hair ruffled and his cheeks pink, completely bare. Jihoon was shirtless and attached to his back, mouthing at his scent gland, his fingers working in and out of Seungkwan and pulling soft gasps from him. Each one sent a shiver down Joshua’s spine, the sound and scent of his omega’s pleasure sparking something hot in his gut. Vernon was dressed in what he recognized as one of Mingyu’s shirts by the size and design, half spilling out of Jeonghan’s lap as the head omega carefully groomed his ears. Jeonghan was wearing one of his silk robes, his hands gentle and soothing on his omega pup’s skin, but when he turned to look at Joshua his eyes held a promise of pain.
“ You’re late, Joshuji,” he crooned.
It didn’t have as much of an effect on Joshua as it would on one of the alphas, but even he felt a swoop in his stomach as the sugary words filled the room. The omegas almost never crooned like that, never used that base, instinctual power that they had over the others, just like the alphas never used their command. It was a sign of basic respect and an appreciation for consent. Which made this all the more terrifying. Jeonghan was high on power and that was never a good sign.
Joshua knelt down at the edge of the nest, knowing not to enter without permission, feeling blood rush to his cheeks as Jeonghan’s gaze pierced him, still languidly dragging his tongue over Vernon’s velvet ear. He pressed a kiss to his soft, brown hair and reached a hand out to beckon Joshua. Vernon crawled out of his lap and went to sit with Jihoon and Seungkwan while Joshua came forward tentatively, watching as Jeonghan’s gaze turned from adoring to cruel as it slid from the pups onto him. Jeonghan tugged him forward so harshly he fell, head crashing into Jeonghan’s chest as the omega fisted a hand in his soft, pink hair.
“You’ve been awfully nice recently, haven’t you, Joshu?” Jeonghan purred. “I bet everyone’s really appreciated it.”
And suddenly Joshua knew what this was about. He snuck a glance at the pups and found all of their eyes on him. Vernon had tucked himself under Jihoon’s arm so he was holding both the younger omegas, his gaze dark and reproachful.
“Hannie,” he pleaded, knowing he was doomed already, “I didn’t mean anything by it-”
“Oh but you did, didn’t you?” Jeonghan looked dangerous. “You liked having all that attention. You could have put a stop to it at any time but you didn’t. And you came home reeking. ”
He couldn’t deny the truth in Jeonghan’s words. It had just been a little gathering, an afterparty for a fashion show he’d gone to. He had enjoyed the attention, he wouldn’t deny that. But he hadn’t realized how close they’d all gotten. Or how many of them had been omegas. He’d gotten a reproachful whine from Mingyu for bringing foreign scents home and a swat from Seungcheol for being so late to come home, but nothing else. Not until videos of the night started being passed around from friends. And now he was fucked. So fucked. Perhaps in more than one sense.
Jeonghan held his hair, twisting his head to look up.
“Have you forgotten who you belong to, my Joshu?” he purred, his voice pitch-dark and poisonous.
Joshua whimpered and shook his head as best he could, tears blooming in his eyes at the stinging pain. Jeonghan twisted his head to look at the other omegas and he barely held back a yelp, wondering if he would have to go into their fansign tomorrow half-bald.
“Look at your poor babies. You let other omegas touch you when you have such perfect darlings right here.”
Seungkwan was pouting . Full on pouting, pushing his plush bottom lip out, gazing up at Joshua as he rested his head on Jihoon’s thigh. Vernon’s hair was mussed from nuzzling against Jihoon’s chest, the fur on his ears still wet from the grooming. And Jihoon himself was still gazing evenly, unruffled, flawless. It wasn’t fair, really, for all of them to be so pretty . It wasn’t fair that they were all playing along like this, playing Jeonghan’s little game where Joshua was the only loser.
“They’re so good , Joshu, don’t they deserve better?” Jeonghan crooned again.
Joshua knew it was just his wolf reacting to it but he couldn’t help the way his stomach flipped and his cock started to harden. His voice was like those glimmering lights in the depths of the ocean, drawing you in, mesmerising you so thoroughly that you didn’t realize the danger until jaws snapped shut around you. Jeonghan’s nails dug into his neck and he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His omega pushed him and he went easily, tumbling onto his back with a gasp as Jeonghan crawled over him with dark eyes, his every movement graceful and deliberate.
“You belong to us, don’t you?”
Joshua nodded, desperate to just make his omega happy again. Jeonghan smirked, his hands slipping under Joshua’s shirt, tugging it off and tossing it away. The den was pleasantly warm as always, they kept it that way as often as they could manage. Yet shivers still sped down Joshua’s spine as he was left bare, goosebumps peppering his skin, his nipples starting to harden under Jeonghan’s appraising gaze.
“Babies,” he cooed, his eyes never leaving Joshua’s face.
The other omegas hummed in acknowledgment, but Joshua didn’t turn to look at them. That was certain death. He stared into Jeonghan’s eyes, admiring the textbook-perfect shade of jade green, watching the heat that swirled in them. But his pupils were sharp and unwavering. He was more in control than Joshua was, a wholly unsettling reversal of their usual where Jeonghan loved dipping into wolf space whenever he could.
“Tap me if it gets too much,” Jeonghan whispered.
Joshua’s heart barely had time to jump in his chest before Jeonghan was on his face. He moaned as his mouth was filled with slick, hands coming up to grip Jeonghan’s thighs. He devoured him with purpose, as he always did. This he was good at. This he could do. Perhaps this was a step toward his omega forgiving him.
He whined as he felt hands on him, his pants being stripped off mercilessly as the younger omegas felt him up, groping and pinching and dragging sounds from him that were quickly muffled. Jeonghan’s hands tangled in his hair, gripping tight as he rocked back and forth on his face. Joshua’s head spun, whether from the lack of oxygen or the way calloused fingertips were dragging down the soft expanse of his stomach he didn’t know. Someone’s hand wrapped around his cock and he let out a muffled cry, trying desperately to keep still. He could hear a chorus of snickers as they tormented him, gentle fingers dancing everywhere but where he wanted them. Jeonghan hummed from above him, lifting up a little and allowing Joshua to drag in a few gasping breaths. Blood was rushing in his ears, drowning out everything except the omega above him, forcing him to just feel. He strained upward, trying to bury his mouth against Jeonghan again and he was immediately pushed back down, earning a glare.
“You’ll take what I give you,” Jeonghan murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
A lovely titter sounded from behind him, followed by a firm pinch to Joshua’s thigh. Seungkwan. The hand around his cock started moving, torturously slow, and by now he recognized it as Jihoon’s. Long, dexterous fingers with calloused tips from gripping countless instruments and dumbbells. He let out a breathless whimper, opening his mouth to beg, to call their names, to do anything at all to win himself some favour. But Jeonghan silenced him quickly, dropping down onto his mouth and pinning his wrists into the soft blankets beneath him. He moaned helplessly, eyes rolling back, his tongue twisting to sink into Jeonghan’s hole and coax more slick to spill into his mouth. It had been a great debate once among the pack about whether slick tasted good. The alphas had all said yes and most of the betas had been opposed. The omegas had been split, but when they asked Jihoon, the last to give an opinion, he simply said “only Jeonghan-hyung’s” and walked away.
Right now, Joshua was inclined to agree with him.
It felt like someone had upended a spice cabinet onto his face and he was prepared to forgo breathing for the rest of his life if he could stay here, drowning in cinnamon and clove and bliss. Jeonghan was letting out quiet gasps as Joshua devoured him like a man starving, fingers digging into the omega’s slim thighs, silently begging to be forgiven and yet praying that his punishment would never end and he could stay like this forever. Jeonghan rode him languidly, like he had all the time in the world and couldn’t really be bothered to work any harder. He let Joshua hold his thighs and lick him open, murmuring quiet encouragement and terrible words of praise.
Joshua let out a scream as someone suddenly sank down on his cock, his hips bucking up against his will and earning him a sharp pinch to his thigh. He whimpered ceaselessly, squirming around as he dug his nails into Jeonghan’s skin. It was so tight and warm around him and he had no idea who it was and it was driving him fucking insane. Jeonghan lifted up off him, his hand closing like a trap around Joshua’s neck. He glared down, displeasure clear on his face as his hand rose and fell with Joshua’s ragged breathing.
“ Fuck - Hannie, please,” he rasped, not even sure himself what he was begging for.
Jeonghan caressed his cheek gently, pushing his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. He leaned down, brushing his nose against Joshua’s ear and sending anther spill of shivers down his spine.
“You’ll take what you’re given,” he murmured.
Joshua bit his tongue hard, moaning as whoever was on his cock started moving, dragging up and down painfully slowly. He could feel someone else pressed against his side, slick smearing against his thigh as they rocked against him. Jeonghan seemed to feel a little merciful for a moment and lifted off his chest to let him breathe, shifting to the side as he panted, dragging in lungfuls of air as though that could fix how absolutely overwhelmed he was. Finally granted a view of the rest of the room, he found that it was Vernon atop him, bouncing slowly on his cock and smirking down at him.
“Feels good, hyung,” he murmured, those sweet eyes that were always so innocent suddenly devious.
Joshua grabbed a fistful of the blankets, eyes rolling as slick dripped from where they were connected, pooling on his stomach. Seungkwan, the one who was pressed against his side, dipped down to lick it up, his tongue dragging over Joshua’s sensitive skin and teasing the base of his cock. Jeonghan had moved away from him, shifted to sit next to Jihoon and pulled the pup into his lap, two fingers disappearing inside him. Jihoon always managed to keep his composure somehow, watching Vernon ride Joshua with his cool, even gaze, even with Jeonghan’s fingers presumably fucking into his prostate. He tipped his head back just a little, soft sounds of pleasure escaping him as Jeonghan sucked at his scent glands, leaving bruises just light enough to fade by morning.
Vernon drew his attention as he groaned in delight, slamming down more forcefully and making Joshua squirm.
“Fuck, puppy, that’s so good,” he whined, resisting the urge to grab his omega’s thighs and do all the work for him.
Seungkwan snickered next to him, his mouth dripping slick, his eyes sparkling with danger.
“Didn’t take you long to get all desperate, did it, hyung?” he teased, his tail flicking against Joshua’s leg.
Joshua screwed his eyes shut, knowing his face was flushing furiously. He rarely got this worked up over anything, but there was something about knowing he was being punished that rewired his brain for a short while, making him pathetically desperate to win back their favour. He just gave a short, jerky nod and listened as Seungkwan giggled, high and sweet. Vernon gasped, his hands clamping down on Joshua’s waist, grinding down in little circles and letting out sharp, raspy moans. He was always quiet when he came, he was playing it up to make Joshua more desperate. It was working. He bit his lip hard as Vernon clenched tight around him, his body trying to milk a knot that wasn’t there. Cum joined the pool of slick on his stomach and Joshua gripped the blankets tighter, praying for someone to come save him from his insatiable omegas.
Finally, Vernon went still and Joshua let his body go limp, hissing as his omega pulled off and his aching cock was exposed to the air once again. He desperately wanted to fuck his hips up and chase his pleasure against Vernon’s soft stomach, but he knew better. They wouldn’t be letting him go until they were all done with him, and it was best to hold out for as long as he could. So he bit his lip and took several deep, shuddering breaths, letting his orgasm slowly ebb away and suppressing the upset whine that bubbled in his throat. Vernon let out a soft breath and leaned down to kiss him, a gentle and startlingly affectionate thing. He licked across the seam of Joshua’s lips, a quiet purr running in his chest.
“You’re forgiven,” he whispered, his voice teasing and yet honest.
Joshua let out a hoarse laugh, his body already quivering with overwhelm when he hadn’t even come yet. “Thanks, babe.”
Vernon grinned at him, leaving another soft kiss on his lips before drawing away and sprawling out luxuriously in the blankets with a groan. Leaving Joshua pinned beneath Seungkwan’s gaze, terrified to move for fear of being instantly jumped. Seungkwan crawled atop him slowly, dragging his nose up the column of Joshua’s neck. His breath was hot and it made Joshua shiver, fighting his body to not react to how close his omega was, the delicious scent of oranges and vanilla, intoxicating arousal overwhelming all of his senses. Seungkwan pressed a soft kiss under his jaw, his hand coming up to pet over Joshua’s stomach.
“Are you okay?” he breathed.
It was so quiet, almost unintelligible, and Joshua’s eyes widened slightly. He uncurled one of his hands from the blankets, bringing it up to gently stroke along Seungkwan’s flank in turn, nodding minutely.
“I’m good.”
When he drew away, there was no trace of worry on his face. He got constant reminders every day of how good an actor Seungkwan was, but there were still moments where it sent him reeling. He pushed his bottom lip out in a horrendous pout, tucking his chin to his chest in an elaborate performance of petulant indignance that Joshua had seen a thousand times before. It still sent his heart skipping. Seungkwan nudged their noses together, forcing Joshua almost cross-eyed to keep looking at him.
“I’m so upset, hyungie,” he simpered, the tip of his tail brushing Joshua’s bare leg, sending goosebumps fleeing across his skin. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”
God, he was good at this. He was at the rock-bottom of the pack hierarchy and he still had every single one of them wrapped around his delicate, little fingers.
“Anything,” Joshua rasped, feeling the heat in his body start to tick up several degrees. “I’ll do anything.”
Seungkwan grinned impishly, the sweet little smile that they had all come to associate with immediate trouble. He reached out and buried a hand in Joshua’s hair, tugging his head up as he crawled forward to sit on his chest. Joshua’s heart hammered against his ribcage, his ears pinning flat against his head as he forced himself not to fight back. Tonight was about his omegas, he had to submit. Vernon huffed a soft laugh off next to him as Seungkwan dragged his head forward and tapped his cock against Joshua’s bottom lip. A soft noise of interest echoed through the room, and only years of living basically in each others’ pockets allowed him to identify it as Jeonghan. Of course he would like this, of course he would want to watch their baby omega fuck Joshua’s face. Freak. The flush rising in Joshua’s cheeks betrayed him though, a strange, sick excitement curdling in his stomach. They never did this. It was always Joshua sitting next to Seungkwan, hand on his neck, guiding him, teaching him. Joshua shuddered in anticipation. No better way to learn than by demonstration.
Seungkwan tapped the back of his neck, ears flicking elegantly on top of his head.
“Go on, hyungie,” he cooed, terribly patronizing.
Joshua let his eyes fall shut as he let his throat relax and swallowed Seungkwan’s cock down. He wasn’t very big, far from the worst Joshua had ever taken, but there was something about sucking off omegas that was harder. This close he was absolutely drowning in the scent of slick and, even if he personally didn’t think it tasted great, every instinct screamed at him to pull off and bury his mouth against Seungkwan’s hole until he had lapped up every drop of it. His throat opened easily but his mind fought until the bitter end and somehow that made him burn hotter, his cock twitching in the humid, circulating air. Seungkwan was whining loudly, rocking his hips against Joshua’s face and forcing his cock into the soft give of his throat. Three other interested scents spiked in the room, but Joshua could barely smell anything over the all-consuming Seungkwan . He was loud as always, moaning and whimpering as Joshua tongued at the head of his cock, gazing up at him with an expression that was almost certainly stupidly enamored. He looked gorgeous at this angle, the fluffy, blonde floss of his hair haloing his face, an appealing flush decorating the apples of his cheeks and flooding all the way down his bare chest.
“ Fuck yes , hyung, that’s so good ,” he whined, his grip tightening in Joshua’s hair.
Joshua’s lip quirked up just slightly and he sucked harder to hide it. Their baby was so loud , so good at making his pleasure known. It made Joshua want to tease him, to slow his movements until Seungkwan cried and squirmed and begged him for release. The only reason they were able to handle him at all was because there were so many of them willing to play his little games, work him over until the desperation won over his dramatics and they finally gave him what he wanted. But tonight Joshua was being punished and, while he knew Seungkwan always loved a good torment, he knew who was watching just behind their little brat’s gorgeous body. He was drowning in Seungkwan, smothered by his scent and his plush thighs and the silken feel of his cock down his throat, but he never forgot he was being watched. He knew he had to atone and he knew who would be the one to decide if he had.
He brought his hands up to Seungkwan’s thighs, digging his fingers in to anchor himself, driving the omega’s hips forward so he didn’t have to work his neck as hard. He could feel the need starting to crawl under his skin, the temptation to flip his pup over and rut into him like a dumb alpha until he spilled inside him. Fuck , that was a dangerous thought to have. He shut his eyes tight, his hips starting to rock against air as his throat convulsed, quiet choking noises slipping into the air. Seungkwan’s high moans rang through the room, his beautiful voice twisted in pleasure enough to send Joshua’s head spinning. Beautiful boy, beautiful omega, he deserved all of the pleasure in the world and Joshua wanted to tell him so. But his words were choked away as Seungkwan thrust deeper into his mouth, using Joshua’s throat the way the others always used him. Fitting.
“God, you look good like that, hyung,” Vernon rasped from somewhere off to the side. “If I wasn’t afraid of being greedy I’d want another turn.”
He twitched slightly, his body craving his other pup, fingers digging into Seungkwan’s skin to quell the sudden, ferocious need. He wanted to tell Vernon to take him again, to sit on his cock until he came over and over and-
Seungkwan’s hand knotted tight in his hair, yanking his head back and sending pain lancing through his skull as Seungkwan fucked into his throat, sharp and fast, before letting out a loud, satisfied whine. Loud until the very end. Something fond twisted up in Joshua’s heart as his mouth was flooded with cum, the strange taste of it overwhelming his senses and making his cock twitch in need. He swallowed as best he could, feeling some of it spill from the corners of his lips and drip down his neck. It was a little disgusting, but the sweet, fucked-out look of satisfaction that Seungkwan gave him as he sat back on his chest made it worth it. The omega dipped down, pressing his lips to Joshua’s, his hand releasing the vice grip of his hair and soothing the pain with a gentle caress. He had expected a quick kiss, but Seungkwan seemed determined to clean every trace of cum from his mouth, licking deeply into him until he couldn’t hold back a desperate moan. His whole body quivered with restraint and Seungkwan chuckled against his lips.
“Thank you, hyungie,” he whispered, leaving one last kiss on Joshua’s cheek before pulling back and crawling off him.
In the corner of his eye, Joshua could see Seungkwan collapse into Vernon’s arms, the two of them immediately tumbling into a kiss, but he barely registered what they were doing as his gaze was immediately drawn to the other side of the nest. Jeonghan was watching him, exactly as Joshua knew he had been, his eyes dark with something incredibly dangerous. Jihoon was still in his lap, the beginnings of hickeys starting to bloom across his shoulders like lovely, purple flowers. Jeonghan was nuzzling into his scent gland, his tongue flicking out in a gentle, repetitive motion that Joshua knew from experience felt wonderful. Jihoon looked up to meet Joshua’s eyes, his gaze heady and wanting, his bare body seeming to glow in the dim light of the room. Joshua dug his nails into his palms as his cock ached, every muscle in his body trembling in an effort to stay still. The quiet thrum of Jihoon’s purr was all he could hear as they stared at each other, steady and ruined, unruffled and desperate. He wondered what Jihoon wanted from him, if he was actually upset or if he had been roped into this scheme by Jeonghan’s sugary words and Seungkwan’s deviously charming pout. Maybe it was both. He was suddenly desperate to know, to hear his pup whisper filthy words in his ear as he so rarely did and make him regret ever having stayed that few hours later.
“Jihoonie,” he rasped, unable to arrest the words in his throat.
The omega’s eyes flashed, the tip of his tail twitching gently where it laid against Jeonghan’s leg. Seungkwan giggled a little off to his left, sweet and teasing. Jeonghan raised his head to meet Joshua’s eyes, a string of spit connecting his lips to Jihoon’s neck. Fuck. Joshua dug his nails into his palms, his whole body trembling with the effort of staying still. After a few, drawn out moments, Jeonghan leaned down to whisper in Jihoon’s ear, adorning the crown of his head with fond kisses. It was something he did a lot during these sorts of punishments, doting on one of the other pack members, pretending at playing favourites to really drive home the regret. It worked like a charm every time and this was no exception. Except that he couldn’t quite decide which of them he was more jealous of. Jihoon whispered something back and Jeonghan smirked, raising a hand to beckon Joshua to them. Dragging in a steadying breath, he pushed himself up and crawled to them, not daring to stand up, keeping his head low.
“Good boy,” Jeonghan murmured as he approached, a hand reaching out to catch underneath Joshua’s chin.
He held perfectly still as Jeonghan assessed him and Jihoon leaned forward to touch, running a wicked hand up his stomach and groping his chest.
“You’ve been working out hard, hyung,” he murmured, a catlike smirk decorating his face.
He had been. He felt his cock twitch. After so many years together, he was used to them enjoying his body. But it felt especially good when he had been working hard on it, and even more so coming from Jihoon. The omega pushed his top lip out, the face of consideration that always meant he was thinking about doing something devastating. Joshua swallowed hard. Jeonghan leaned in, drawing his nose across Joshua’s cheekbone, leaving his skin burning where it had touched.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he whispered, a low, deadly note in his voice that was unfortunately familiar. “My baby doesn’t want your big cock in him today, he’s tired. So you’re going to eat him out until he’s satisfied and, if you’re good, I’ll let you come. How does that sound?”
Joshua bit back a moan, nodding feverishly into Jeonghan’s shoulder, choking on the scent of cinnamon and perfect control. The chances of him coming out of this alive were slim at best. The omegas could go forever being eaten out, it didn’t tire them like taking a knot did. It could go for hours if they had the time. Joshua had done it for Jeonghan only a few times, never for Jihoon. Not for lack of willingness, he just had other people more inclined to do it for him. Today though, he was the incredibly willing victim of this elaborate revenge plot and he was likely to suffocate to death surrounded by mint and vanilla before he would even get the chance to come. There was no complaining, though. Jeonghan pushed him, making him collapse onto his back again as Jihoon crawled atop him. He nudged their noses together, his expression still nothing stronger than his mild smirk. Leaning down, he brushed his lips across Joshua’s tantalizing and torturous.
“Be good to me, hyungie?” he murmured, gazing through carefully lowered lashes.
Fucking hell. Joshua fisted the sheets again, slamming his head back into the softness of the mattress. Alright, so he was more invested in this scheme than Joshua had thought. Or, even if he wasn’t really all that upset, he was taking advantage of the opportunity to torment.
“Yes,” he managed to choke out.
He wasn’t sure if that was the right answer or even if Jihoon had meant it as a question. His mind felt entirely scrambled and it took every scrap of effort to not go insane. Thankfully, Jihoon seemed satisfied and crawled up to sit on his face. He was gentler than Jeonghan, he always was. Maybe because Jeonghan was familiar enough to know his limits, to know how much he had to breathe and what would and wouldn’t break his nose. Jihoon was gentle, letting him hold his thighs with trembling hands as his mouth watered from the sharp taste of his slick and the overwhelming scent of mint. He knew he could rush it, he knew all the tricks to get them to come fast, to get this over with so maybe he’d get to fuck Jeonghan. His whole body was thrumming with heat and desperation prickled at the back of his mind, threatening to dissolve him into a begging mess under his omegas’ sharp, appraising eyes. But somehow he wanted to drag this out. Even if it was a game, even though he knew he’d be forgiven at the end of all of this no matter what, he still wanted to earn it. So he was gentle in return, running his hands along Jihoon’s legs and up to hold his waist, lapping over his hole to swallow all his slick down before delving deeper to fuck him open with his tongue. He was open already, his rim stretched from when Jeonghan’s slender fingers had fucked into him earlier, but he was still so tight. His hole clenched rhythmically, leaking more slick as his body tried to suck Joshua’s tongue deeper, all the way to where he really needed it. But he hadn’t wanted that today, so Joshua stayed gentle, stirring up a low simmer of pleasure. Enough that he could come if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t feel it tomorrow. Joshua could just barely hear his quiet gasps of pleasure, calloused hands groping his chest in encouragement. There was something deeply satisfying about it, his mind sinking away, his whole being focused on bringing his omega as much pleasure as he could. He could almost feel his pack mark prickling.
A shiver bolted up his spine as a deft hand wrapped around his cock, soft fingertips massaging the head and making his hips kick up. The pleasure bubbled into his brain, jostling him from the consuming calm of tending to his omega. He swore internally. It would have been easy to ignore his arousal and focus on Jihoon if Jeonghan had left him alone. But of course this wouldn’t be easy. He forced himself to relax his hands, ignoring the desire to sink his nails into his pup’s thighs and scream. Jeonghan was chuckling quietly, he could feel it in his chest more than he could hear it over the soft sounds of Jihoon’s moans and the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears. It was only his ability to tap into the pack beta mentality and focus on his pup above himself that kept him from throwing Jihoon off and leaping at Jeonghan. To do what, he wasn’t sure. Any hypothetical thought would be the opposite of helpful right now. A calloused thumb rubbed over his nipple and Jeonghan’s hand linked with Jihoon’s over his chest. Jihoon had gone quiet and he could only imagine his omegas were making out over his prone body, coaxing each other deeper into their pleasure as only omegas could. If he wasn’t drowning in Jihoon, if he could breathe, he might be able to catch a taste of the way their scents curled together in their arousal, creating something sweet and intoxicating. The thought made him burn impossibly hotter and he squirmed, hips rocking up into Jeonghan’s hand. There was no way he would survive this, but before he died he would at least give his pup a good orgasm. Jihoon worked hard for them and Joshua really didn’t thank him as much as he should. Not verbally and not physically. He owed him this much. He wrapped his hands around Jihoon’s thighs, squeezing indulgently as he licked deeper, inviting a fresh gush of slick onto his face. Disgusting and wonderful. It was impossible to avoid getting messy like this. Whenever he fucked the other betas it could be so clean, quick and easy. With the omegas, it was impossible to avoid coming out of it completely and utterly claimed, reeking of them even after the most thorough of showers. A mixture of slick and drool dripped down his cheek, soaking into the blanket below his head, and he had never felt so owned. Not even Seungcheol’s teeth in his scruff measured up to the feeling of his omegas laying him out and using him, one by one, until they were satisfied. A small pang of mourning slipped through the sea of pleasure and desperation, a silent longing for the feeling of his alpha pressed up against his back, leaving marks in the skin along the ridges of his spine. It was always comforting. Even Seungcheol couldn’t save him now.
Jihoon’s nails dug into his chest and he rocked down harder, quiet moans filtered into Joshua’s ears as his thighs clamped around Joshua’s head. Jeonghan’s hand wrapped tight around his cock in warning. He was almost grateful for it. The feeling of Jihoon trembling on his tongue as Joshua gently tipped him over into orgasm was almost enough to push him over the edge as well. Pulling back a little, he took short, panting breaths as he lapped at Jihoon’s hole, soothing him as he shivered and gasped, always so stubbornly quiet even in the throes of his pleasure. A new warmth bloomed in his chest, soothing the simmering, frustrated arousal with an aching fondness that nearly overwhelmed him. He could feel Jihoon’s hands kneading at his chest, gently, unconsciously, an adorable habit of his that he’d had since Joshua met him. Jeonghan’s hand was still tight around his cock, but the other one was rubbing his stomach, warm with something that almost approximated approval. If he strained, he could hear the soft sounds of Seungkwan and Vernon murmuring to each other, likely getting each other off again with their mouths and hands. The youngest pups could never handle watching the older ones together without getting worked up. He couldn’t blame them. He could only imagine the picture he made, flushed all the way down his chest, face covered in slick and drool, his weeping cock clutched tight in Jeonghan’s cruel hand. There was something almost meditative about it, surrendering his body to them, letting them use him until their every need had been fulfilled. It was deeply settling, knowing that, if he could breathe, he would be surrounded by the scent of satisfaction and, if he could hear, his ears would be filled with purring. He pressed a kiss to Jihoon’s inner thigh, his eyes stinging as tears threatened to further wet his already soaked face.
Fuck, he loved them.
He could feel the rapid beat of his heart in his ears, the pulse of his blood in every vein, every one of his senses heightened as Jeonghan’s nails ran up and down the length of his cock in a torturous reward. He ran his tongue over Jihoon’s hole again, gentle and tentative, asking if he wanted more. After a few moments, the omega above him shifted and slowly rolled off of him, collapsing down into the nest. Jeonghan was on him immediately, nudging their noses together and murmuring to him, Joshua lying forgotten. He let out a long, slow breath, trying to settle his skidding heartbeat. He was so hard it was almost painful now, but it had become almost bearable in its intensity. If Jeonghan actually did fuck him, or really did anything to him at all, he was fairly sure he would barely last a few seconds. Jihoon whispered something and Jeonghan seemed satisfied, kissing him deeply before drawing away. Jihoon’s hand reached out to encircle Joshua’s wrist, squeezing lightly, and that was as close as Jihoon really got to saying thank you. He twisted his fingers up to stroke his pup’s hand, a quiet acceptance that was all they really needed. Jihoon’s hand slipped away as he settled in to rest and watch and Joshua’s gaze turned back to Jeonghan. Their head omega was hovering over him, assessing, considering. The quietest, strangled whine fought its way out of Joshua’s throat and Jeonghan smirked slightly, leaning down, the silky strands of his hair framing his shadowed face. He was so beautiful, the dim light of the room making him look almost ethereal, his jade green eyes glinting with something that could only be mischief. He leaned down until Joshua almost had to go cross eyed to keep looking at him. Even like that, he was beautiful.
“Good job, Joshuji,” he purred, his voice knife-sharp and just as deadly. “You took such good care of my babies. Do you think you deserve a reward?”
This was a trick question, he knew. He was being punished, he didn’t deserve a reward for taking his punishment. Once upon a time he would have stumbled on this question and earned himself another round of torment. But it had been years and he had played this game enough times to know how to avoid losing. He had yet to win. He slowly shook his head, forcing his body to stay still, even as the ghostly feeling of Jeonghan’s thigh was inches from his cock. The omega clicked his tongue, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Joshua’s lips. He didn’t seem to care that Joshua was still covered in slick and spit, in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. The slide of his tongue dragged across Joshua’s bottom lip, licking up the mess and forcing it into his mouth. Joshua took it without complaint, trying not to preen at the opportunity to finally have Jeonghan’s attention. He took the time to catch his breath, trying to calm the rapid beat of his heart, trying to focus on the scent of satisfied omegas that wound around him. Jeonghan kissed his nose, startlingly sweet for how tightly he held Joshua’s waist.
“Do you wanna fuck me now?” he rasped, eyes glittering. “Do you deserve that?”
Joshua swallowed hard. “No.” He wanted it so badly.
Jeonghan smirked, a hand coming up to stroke through the ratty mess of Joshua’s hair. He was definitely going to have to shower after this, if he even had the energy left to stand.
“Good. You don’t.”
His hand drifted down to wrap around Joshua’s cock again, earning a strangled moan and a twitch. Sparks flew up Joshua’s spine, curling his hands into fists as he was teased with featherlight pleasure for what felt like the thousandth time. He couldn’t keep from rocking his hips up, feeling incoherent and pathetically desperate. Impossibly, Jeonghan humoured him, keeping his grip gentle, letting Joshua move into the circle of his soft fingers in a futile bid for more. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Jihoon’s slick and letting satisfaction burn in his mind. He was so good for his omegas. All he had to do now was make Jeonghan happy.
His omega shifted suddenly, leaning down to connect their lips as he moved over Joshua’s body and suddenly sank down onto his cock. Joshua dug his fingers into the sheets as he cried out, the echo nearly hiding the faint tearing sound of the fabric below him. Fuck. He squirmed and panted, trembling with need but desperate to be good.
“Hannie…” he rasped out, his throat ruined, every breath laboured. “Hannie, please.”
Jeonghan kissed him again, unforgiving, sharp omega teeth digging into his lip until blood ran down his chin, joining slick and spit and tears in an almost artistic display of debauchery. He barely even felt the pain. Everything was Jeonghan, the scent of cinnamon and cloves violated his senses, the hot, wet feeling of him, the press of his thighs, the weight of his hips. He brought trembling hands up to hold his waist, the soft flesh giving under the tight grip of his fingers. Jeonghan dragged his nose across Joshua’s cheek, hovering over his ear and making him shiver.
“My beta,” he whispered, a growl in his voice that was as familiar as it was painfully arousing.
My beta. Mine . It was common enough for omegas to refer to their care betas that way, he knew the pups often did. But Jeonghan didn’t. It was a matter of principle that Joshua understood, the pack heads had to be more careful about favouritism. Their favour meant a lot more. As the words sent a shudder rolling down his spine, he understood that more than ever. He wasn’t sure if there was anything he wouldn’t give to hear Jeonghan say it again. He wouldn’t mind belonging to his omega forever, if he could.
“I don’t care if you come, but you’re not done until I do,” Jeonghan murmured, cradling Joshua’s neck in delicate hands.
He screwed his eyes shut, nodding, nails digging into his palms. The quiet rasp of praise and insult in his ear only heightened his desperation as he rolled his hips up, fucking into the wet heat surrounding him, biting his bloody lip hard to stave off the orgasm that was already so long coming. He wasn’t going to last, he knew he wouldn’t, Jeonghan was going to wring every last scrap of life from him and leave him here begging for mercy. He knew it. He wanted it. There was something in him seething, rattling his ribs, that wouldn’t be satisfied until he was completely and utterly spent. He let his eyes roll, his mind tipping and swaying as he rocked his hips as rhythmically as he could, every thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling up his body, threatening to send him sinking into insanity. Jeonghan was holding carefully still, not riding him, not helping. He was determined to make Joshua earn his forgiveness, dangling it above him like a torturous, tantalizing reward. It wasn’t worth anything, not really. There was no way to fail this test, there was no choice that he could make that would release him from what he owed or lose him the possibility of winning back their affection. He just had to survive everything they wanted from him. Maybe, maybe after he had done this much, been so good, maybe he could win himself some favour. He reached up to grab Jeonghan’s hand, bringing it to his messy, tear-streaked face and pressing a kiss into his omega’s soft palm, leaving a streak of blood along it.
“Hannie, please,” he choked, feeling the way his tears fled down his cheeks to wet Jeonghan’s skin, staining him with desperation. “Please, I can’t-”
Jeonghan leaned in closer, pushing his bottom lip out in false sympathy, his gaze dripping with a mocking pity. He said nothing, clenching around Joshua’s cock and ripping a strangled, broken whine from his chest. The tips of his fingers curled under Joshua’s chin, cradling him, giving his head somewhere to rest as he slowly fell apart. His pleas devolved into senseless babbling, begging into Jeonghan’s chest as he smeared tears across smooth, soft skin. Everything spun around him, his muscles trembling, his thrusts weakening as his omega coaxed him to the brink of insanity, holding him there with a practiced, careful hand. Jeonghan leaned over him, noses brushing as he gazed down, as carefully in control as Joshua was desperately lost.
“Are you sorry?” His voice was quieter now, the dominant note gone from it.
Joshua squeezed his eyes shut, nodding frantically as tears ran from the corners of his eyes and soaked the ruffled bed sheets beneath his head. Every nerve was alight with something he couldn’t place, a need so sharp and potent it drove every thought from his mind and every breath from his lungs. The world had shrunk down, the presence of their pups forgotten as his whole being reorganized itself around his desperate need and the only person who could grant him relief.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice barely a rasp. “Hannie, please- Please, I’m sorry- I’ll do anything-”
Jeonghan cut him off with a kiss, a hand tangling in his hair and pulling hard. He opened his mouth on instinct, letting Jeonghan lick into him, tongue rasping over the blood that still beaded from his lip. He was fed up now, Joshua could tell, his hands rough as they wandered, pulling and groping and sending electric pleasure shooting through him. He could barely think, could barely breathe, he could only lie there and take as Jeonghan started grinding down on him, swallowing his gasping moans with ruthless efficiency. His heels dug into the pillows, hands grasping for anything they could find. There was no anchor, nothing to hold on to and all he could do was spiral on forever as Jeonghan pushed him to his limit and no further. Like he always did. The omega dragged his lips along Joshua’s cheek, smearing the remnants of tears in a messy line up to the corner of his eye. He pressed a gentle, wet kiss to his skin, achingly fond, holding him at the edge and making him wait, grinding down in slow circles. Joshua could barely see through his blurry eyes and the fireworks of pain and pleasure overwhelming his exhausted brain. In the dim, fuzzy light, Jeonghan looked like an angel.
“Good boy, Joshu,” he murmured, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
The words sparked, lighting the gasoline in his blood, and his release exploded through him, heat and fire and pure, delicious relief. His scream was muffled against Jeonghan’s lips, his chest convulsing with uncontrollable sobs as his hips twitched up of their own accord, spilling endlessly into his omega as Jeonghan clenched tight around him. His whole body trembled as he dragged in choked breaths, tingling all the way to his fingertips as the sudden snap of all the tension left him weak. Letting his eyes fall closed, he went limp, his mind washed away on the hard-earned wave of satisfaction.
Jeonghan was still kissing him, leaving a wet trail along his cheek and down his neck, the pad of his tongue rasping over Joshua’s scent gland. He let out a weak whine, breathless and exhausted. It always felt good, but it was particularly lovely in the messy aftermath of an orgasm when his body was struggling to adjust to the sudden peak and fall.
His ear twitched as he felt someone draw close and a nose nuzzled into his hair, embracing him with a wave of orange scent.
“So good for us, hyungie,” Seungkwan whispered, dragging his tongue over Joshua’s ear.
It was rare for the pups to do this, it was rare for him to let them. There was something inherently dominating about it, a surrendering of control, an admission to needing care. But he strangely didn’t want to chase Seungkwan off. He laid still, letting the exhaustion settle into his bones as his omegas moved around him. Jeonghan lifted off him and only then did he realize the feeling of pooling wetness on his stomach, dripping down his sides and pulling a warm shiver up his spine. He hadn’t even noticed when Jeonghan had come. A hand came to cradle his head, calloused fingertips abrading the base of his ear. He wanted to lift his hand to reach for his pups, to pull them closer, but there was no strength left in them. Their quiet whispers of praise turned into a messy background of approval as he floated beyond where his mind could grasp reality.
Jeonghan was hovering over him again, a warm cloth dragging across his face and cleaning him of the mess. He wrinkled his nose, just slightly, the only way to express his distaste. He felt absolutely disgusting, covered in various fluids and still bleeding slightly from his lip, but he couldn’t help enjoying the remnants of them, the proof of how hard he had worked for their pleasure.
The cloth dragged down his stomach, finishing cleaning him up as awareness started to slowly float back to him, his vision widening past Jeonghan and finding Vernon and Seungkwan sitting beside him. He groaned quietly and shut his eyes, earning cute, charmed laughs out of both of them. Jeonghan set the cloth aside, tucking himself along Joshua’s side and running a gentle, teasing hand up and down his stomach.
“Are you sorry?” he asked, his mouth curling with impish delight.
Joshua groaned, eyes falling shut as he turned to avoid Jeonghan’s gaze. “I’ll never do it again, I swear.”
A chorus of laughter erupted around him and suddenly there were hands all over him, petting and caressing and leaving goosebumps all over his skin.
“You might even be better when you’re desperate,” Vernon’s voice mused above him.
“He definitely gives better head,” Seungkwan lilted, his sweet voice heavy with teasing.
Jeonghan snickered, his hand caressing Joshua’s jaw. “He’s just so desperate to please, aren’t you?”
Joshua opened his eyes a little to glare up, feeling exhausted and petulant and so impossibly loved.
“Stop bullying me,” he grumbled, reaching a hand up to take Jeonghan’s.
His omega smiled, bringing their hands up and pressing a kiss to each of Joshua’s knuckles. Seungkwan leaned down to press his lips to Joshua’s, ever their sweet baby. He tasted like Vernon’s slick and that was far too much for how utterly spent he was. He reached up to stroke through Seungkwan’s hair, the soft fluff collapsing under his hand. There was an ache in his chest, the sheer volume of love packed into it left it bursting at the seams. He wasn’t sure what it would look like if the careful stitches of his control unraveled, what it would look like if it all spilled out onto the floor in front of them. He took a deep breath of their combined scents, the tip of his tail twitching and brushing Jeonghan’s leg. Seungkwan pulled away, licking away the combined taste of Jeonghan, Jihoon and Vernon that was left on his lips. A little smile decorated his face, a little too soft to be devilish, just pure satisfaction and contentment. Something tugged at Joshua’s throat, some emotion too complex to decipher, a deeply instinctual pride at the sight of his omega pup looking so satiated. He did well.
A deep calm crept into his bones, coaxing him toward the limp state of exhaustion and satisfaction that always followed being pushed right up to his limit and no further. He pulled Jeonghan’s hand toward him and pressed a kiss into his omega’s palm, trying to gaze up at him with adoration and not fucked-out haziness. He was almost certain he hadn't succeeded. Jeonghan just smiled, tucking closer and pressing sweet kisses to his head. It was always a little unnerving just how quickly his demeanour could change, the firm, controlling hand vanishing and leaving nothing but soft fingers drawing circles into his bare, sticky chest.
“Do you want to clean up, hyung?” Jihoon’s voice asked from above his head, his fingers sinking into Joshua’s hair.
There was a certain quality to his voice, something measured and warm that melted all of Joshua’s thoughts to mush. Jeonghan being sweet wasn’t a novelty, really, he always followed his moments of ruthless dominance with something gentler. Jihoon, though, his gentleness was almost always reserved for the pups. A ruffle of Chan’s hair, shy kiss to Seungkwan’s forehead, crawling into Dokyeom’s bed at night. Moments of care like this were rare and special and he couldn’t help wanting to savour it. He let his eyes fall shut, enjoying the feeling of the older omegas’ hands on him, the subtle differences in the way their fingers dragged along his skin. Jeonghan nosed his cheek, pressing kisses along his tear-tracks.
“Joshuji,” he murmured, fingers playing along Joshua’s ribs.
The scent of him was everywhere, blanketing the room in an all-consuming calm. It always happened when they did this, the aftermath of intensity triggering some deep head omega instinct to soothe. Joshua took a deep breath of it, his head spinning with the faint undertones of Jihoon, Vernon and Seungkwan. He knew he should wash up and go to bed properly, it wasn’t as though they didn’t have work tomorrow. He had to put ointment on his bite marks and hope they would fade by morning. Seungcheol would get lonely if they didn’t come to bed and he would be inconsolably peeved when he woke up alone. His mind listed out an endless stream of reasons why he should get up right now and remember how to be a person. But the warm weight of Vernon settled on his chest, the pup’s hair tickling his chin as he snuggled close, and suddenly none of them mattered anymore. He brought an arm around Vernon’s waist, stroking down the broad expanses of smooth, flawless skin and, if he wasn’t completely and totally drained, he would have given in to the urge to flip him over and mark him up. Jeonghan chuckled against his cheek, seemingly giving up on the idea of getting clean any time soon. Seungkwan and Jihoon curled up close, pressing skin to skin wherever they could reach.
It was easy, in moments like this when exhaustion untethered his mind from his body, to get lost in thought. It was too easy to wander his memories, to wonder about his future. He had long since banished his anxieties about what would become of them. There had been a time, back when he was young, when every moment he spent with his packmates was shadowed by the potential end. When their every day was uncertain and nothing felt safe. But that was a long time ago, before they all bore matching marks on their shoulders and rings on their fingers, before they had chosen each other over and over, before Seungcheol had shown them the strength of his teeth and how tightly he was willing to hold on. How willing he was to fight the world for them. He melted deeper into the blankets, the plush softness of the pack nest cradling him, the sound of purrs around him seeping into his chest and soothing him to calm. There was no anxiety these days, just an all-consuming knowledge that he would hold on for as long as he could. Just to have one second more of this moment. He tipped his head to kiss Jeonghan’s forehead and his omega smiled, turning his hazy, affectionate gaze away from the pups and onto him. Something passed between them wordlessly, silently, a mutual knowing that had existed since the day they had met. There would always be the two of them, and they would always be holding on together. He leaned forward and Jeonghan huffed a quiet laugh. Their lips met for just a moment and a thrill ran through him, an almost existential adoration for the first person he had ever loved. The tips of Jeonghan’s hair brushed his cheek and Joshua smiled into the kiss, something tugging at his heart.
It would be so much harder to get up and leave this if he wasn’t so utterly and completely sure that it would happen again. He would do something not bad enough to be wrong and his omegas would devour him and he would drown in the bliss of pleasing them until he broke. Jeonghan’s careful hands would put him back together and he would lay here with them, surrounded by purrs and cinnamon, forever.