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Jeongin used to feel broken.
Sometimes he'd felt like he couldn’t do enough to help, couldn’t provide for his omegas during their heats like the other alphas in their group because the thought of it had, and still did, make him feel sick.
But his mates always told him otherwise, and they were always trying to assure him that he was arguably the most important part of their team when it came to heats since he was their level-headed, caring alpha that was able to provide so many different kinds of comfort during their heats that the others didn’t always think of.
Jeongin was starting to see that, slowly.
He was starting to understand that even though he struggled with some aspects of the omega’s heats, he could lean on the others to fill those gaps and focus his attention on loving his omegas and caring for them in others ways, ways that didn’t involve slick or cum or other bodily fluids that made him want to peel his skin off if he came into contact with them.
Before, when they’d first gotten together, he'd tried to push through the feeling, suppressing his disgust in attempts to please his mates in the way he thought was expected of him. But after the third time of panicking after getting slick all over his fingers and needing one of his mates to wash it off his shaking hands as he gagged from the texture, they'd pieced together his struggles and hounded into him that he was never going to be expected to do anything that made him uncomfortable and that there were plenty of other ways for him to show them his love.
So over the years they’ve been together he's discovered different methods of helping, and he catered them to each of his omegas, learning their heat preferences inside and out so that he could take care of them in all the ways he was comfortable with, and eventually he’d settled into a routine with them all, one that made him feel like a valuable member of the pack.
****
The shower was cool, unlike usual when it would be borderline burning hot.
But Seungmin preferred it this way when he was in heat, claiming that the slightly chilly water felt heavenly on his overheated skin and so Jeongin put up with it gladly.
Seungmin took the most showers during his heat by far since he hated being dirty and the overwhelming amount of slick that always leaked out of him for the several days his heat lasted got messy quickly, so he could be found in the shower between almost each wave.
Jeongin was always his preferred shower partner.
The omega told him that with the others he was always thinking about the next knot, about cleaning up as fast as he could so they could keep going and aim for the next orgasm.
But with Jeongin it was calmer, he said.
And Jeongin took his Seungmin-shower responsibility very seriously.
All it took was a single glance from the omega when he collapsed on the bed for Jeongin to spring up and rush to start the water as someone wiped Seungmin down briefly before delivering him to the bathroom where Jeongin would take over, body scrub in hand as he cleaned his omega meticulously and let him lean against him.
Sometimes they would talk, but most of the time Seungmin enjoyed the quiet so Jeongin would stay silent as he washed him down, selfishly using his own shower products so that Seungmin would continue to smell like him throughout his heat even as the others covered him in their potent cum.
When he was done washing him he would coax Seungmin to turn away and then he’d rub at his shoulders and down his back, trying to provide some relief for the sore muscles that Seungmin always developed during his heat from the strain that his body was in.
They liked to drag out their shower times as long as possible, a lot of the time just standing wordlessly in each other's arms under the cool water until Seungmin eventually started to shift in discomfort from his returning cramps.
When that happened Jeongin would turn the water off and towel him off gently, leaving him bare since clothing was redundant, and return him to his other mates who would make the pain go away.
He would watch the next couple rounds, and then Seungmin would get messy all over again and he and Jeongin would repeat their shower routine until his heat faded, taking one more longer shower to mark the official end of it.
****
Hyunjin never minded getting very messy and he took less showers than Seungmin during his heat so Jeongin provided comfort in other ways.
His favorite was when their mates would position Hyunjin on his back with his head resting in Jeongin’s lap.
He liked being up by the head, since most of the slick usually stayed beneath his naval, so he was in some sort of safe zone up at the top.
That way he got to watch Hyunjin’s expressions as well, and he delighted in seeing how his face morphed as he was fucked and knotted, and Jeongin also got front row seats to the pretty noises he always made.
He would silence them with kisses, sometimes, straining his back as he would hunch over to capture Hyunjin’s lips to muffle his cries, loving the sensation of Hyunjin moaning into his mouth and making his tongue vibrate.
Hyunjin liked to cling to him when they were in this position, and sometimes he liked to roll over onto his stomach so he could wrap his arms around Jeongin’s waist and bury his head in his knee.
Jeongin would run his fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and murmuring loving words as Hyunjin would cry from the pleasure, hanging onto Jeongin for dear life as he was pushed into him further from the force of the thrusts of whoever’s turn it was with him.
“Doing so good for us, Jinnie hyung,” he would whisper so only the omega could hear, “and you look so pretty like this.”
Hyunjin would whimper his thanks but Jeongin would shush him, telling him not to speak and just focus on feeling good.
And when his heat was over he would always thank Jeongin for helping him keep grounded, for comforting him through it and always making him feel so special and cared for.
****
Felix usually got pretty wild during his heat, so Jeongin tended to stay to the sidelines while he was in the throes of it.
Because he went so wild, though, meant that between rounds he usually crashed.
Hard.
And that’s when Jeongin came in.
Felix usually sought him out right after the end of a wave when he was feeling bone-tired, and Jeongin would welcome him into loving arms after he’d been cleaned up a little, brushing the omega’s sweaty hair off his face and pressing loving kisses to his face as Felix’s eyes drooped closed, exhausted from all the work he’d been putting his body through.
Jeongin sometimes thought of himself as a kind of guard during those times, since the others never dared to approach Felix while he was having ‘Jeongin rest time’ and that way Jeongin could make sure the omega was getting sufficient breaks between his hardcore rounds with their mates.
A lot of the times he and Felix would curl up on the far side of their bed, separating themselves a bit from the others as Felix took well-deserved naps, secure in the knowledge that Jeongin wouldn’t be tempted to try anything with him so he could fully let his guard down and let his body take a break as it prepared for the next wave of his heat.
They would entangle themselves completely, and a lot of the times Felix would urge Jeongin to lay on top of him, to press him into the mattress like some kind of human weighted blanket so that he could feel grounded.
This was also the time that Jeongin would make sure he got some food and water into his system, coaxing the omega to drink from a straw and munch on some snacks before letting him close his eyes and drift off for a while, holding him tightly as he scented his neck to help lull him to sleep.
****
There were a few rare instances where Jeongin felt the urge to get a little more involved than he usually did, even though the thought of actually knotting his omegas continued to disinterest him and probably always would.
They had managed to find a clever way around that though, so whenever Jeongin felt the need to be a little more physical with them they brought out their toy box.
Or more specifically, the knotting dildo that they had ordered a while back that was a perfect replica of Jeongin’s own dick.
He liked that his mates could know what he felt like—the shape of him at least—and that he could give them this bit of sexual pleasure without having to actually enter them, to get his dick coated in slick since the texture always made his stomach coil.
So when Minho’s heat rolled around and he started feeling that urge again to do something more, they dug the toy out and let Jeongin have first go of him a couple rounds in, after he’d been cleaned up a little and most of his slick removed from between his thighs, though Jeongin still sat back a little ways to avoid the slick he knew would continue to leak out of Minho.
He watched, entranced, as he pushed the toy in and Minho arched into the feeling, keening as his hands clutched at the sheets under him and his legs spread themselves wide, desperate for more.
Jeongin loved the way he could pull certain sounds out of him with specific movements, took pride in the way that he could please Minho just as well as the others without having to make himself uncomfortable.
He spent so much time watching his mates giving and receiving pleasure that, even though he usually didn’t participate directly, he still knew exactly what they all liked, knew exactly how to make them feel good.
And when slick inevitably pushed its way out of Minho’s hole around the toy and down his thigh, Changbin was there with a washcloth to wipe it off before it got to Jeongin’s vicinity.
Minho called out for him the whole time, moaned his name and called him alpha and it made Jeongin chest swell, his empty hand squeezing Minho’s knee as the man got closer to his release. It never took the omega’s long when they were in heat.
And when Minho tipped over the edge just as Jeongin pushed the knot inside he couldn’t take his eyes off him, focusing on his face as a gush of slick pushed its way past the toy only to be immediately cleaned up by Changbin and his trusty washcloth so that Jeongin didn’t have to worry about it.
He let Minho keep the toy in him for a couple minutes after his orgasm so the omega could enjoy the feeling of the knot, and when he finally slipped it out, holding it carefully by the very base since the majority of it was now coated in slick, he handed it straight to Chan who took it to the bathroom to clean it off while Jeongin moved up to Minho’s head, peppering his face with kisses and telling his hyung how well he did and how good he looked on Jeongin’s knot.
****
Jisung ate a lot during his heat, and sometimes it was a lot to keep up with.
Unlike some of the omegas, like Seungmin or Hyunjin, who usually had to be reminded to take snack breaks, Jisung’s omega was always looking for the next item of food he could consume, seemingly always hungry.
So Jeongin made that his role when the omega went into heat, hitting the grocery store right before his pre-heat to stock up on all his favorite foods, a combination of healthy, protein filled snacks to keep his energy up and more fun things, candies and chocolates, for when Jisung just wanted something quick and yummy to nibble on.
Sometimes he would prepare full meals too, often with the help of Minho, and they would keep them refrigerated until Jisung’s heat when Jeongin would heat them up one by one at Jisung’s request.
He liked to feed Jisung himself, as well. Liked it when the omega didn’t have to lift a finger for himself and could depend on Jeongin to provide him with food.
He would feed him in small bites to make it last longer, even though Jisung would protest, but he liked having the omega on his lap (they even broke the ‘no food in bed’ rule when he was in heat) and Jeongin would even wipe his mouth for him, dabbing at the corner of his lips to wipe away any food remnants, giggling at how Jisung would cringe and pretend he wanted to do it himself.
Jeongin liked knowing that it was his food that was fueling Jisung through his heat, his food keeping his belly full as the hyungs fucked into him and made him feel good.
And after his heat Jisung would be all over him, telling him how good the food was and how grateful he was that Jeongin always kept his favorite snacks well-stocked the whole time so that all Jisung had to worry about was enjoying his heat and being hand-fed.
Jeongin would push him off, blushing and insisting it was nothing, but he knew Jisung always saw the proud smile he could never quite completely hide.
****
These were the ways that Jeongin had found to care for his members, and eventually he’d learned that the small comforts he could provide went a long way, and he loved being a safe space that the omegas could rely on during their heats, loved knowing that they gravitated towards him in some way or another, treating him like any of their other alphas in the way they craved his attention and his love during their cycles.
He felt so loved and needed when they would look for him, their eyes searching for him even in the middle of rounds when another mate was deep inside of them. Their omegas never forgot about him, always wanted to make sure he was somewhere nearby.
It made him feel whole, like they loved him for who he was and what he could give them, the omegas never asking him to change anything about himself because they thought he was perfect just the way he was; a strong, capable alpha that they could depend on to always be there for them whenever they needed him.