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"You're sure you've got everything you need…?"

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm sure. Now- Get out of here before I jump your bones."

San gave his mate a warning, playful but still as serious as they come. He'd practically glued himself to Wooyoung, to his overly soft curves and sweet, sweet scent. The one that brought him comfort and peace on all of his worst days. But he peeled himself away, wincing as if it physically hurt.

And honestly, it kind of did. For the both of them.

"Well- I just want to make sure…" Wooyoung pouted, one of his hands sliding over his own tummy- A gesture he'd picked up out of habit for comfort, in recent months. San watched his fingers slide over soft fabric, eyes tracing their movements like prey.

"Go, please." San hissed, biting his cheek as he fought to swallow the drool in his mouth. Being in rut while his mate was four months pregnant was possibly the worst thing he'd been through, so having to do it again at eight months? He was either going to die or kill himself- At least that was how he felt. He'd make it through, just… hardly.

"Okay! Fine, fine-" Wooyoung whined and shuffled backward, bare feet scuffing the cold concrete floor of their garage. He looked nervously from San to the heavy chain restraints they'd had professionally installed to the floor, the muzzle hanging on the wall- "Just- Call me, if you get lonely… I can't stand the thought of you having to sleep in here alone. For a week!" Wooyoung squawked, irritated, but he was backing himself through the heavy door to that led from the two car garage to their kitchen.

"Well, I can't stand the thought of hurting you because I can't get myself under control, so just- Go inside, I'll be done before you know it." San reassured him, his head already feeling tight. His clothes felt tight, his body was hot, and his head hurt but the further Wooyoung got away from him, the better he'd feel.

"…okay." Wooyoung huffed, watching San plop himself onto the shitty twin mattress they'd bought just for this occasion, barely big enough for the alpha to sleep on with his feet hanging off the end. With one last sad, kicked puppy expression, Wooyoung shut the door, and immediately let out a sad, hurt whine. Being away from San on a regular day where he went to work for a few hours was bad enough- But now he wasn't supposed to even see him for a week? Sure, he's still in their house, in the garage, but-

San's last rut cycle four months ago had ended with Wooyoung in the hospital- Completely precautionary because he'd fallen off the bed while pregnant, but if San was himself, he'd never have let that happen. He also had a few mysterious bruises on his hips and inner thighs that Wooyoung swore weren't from him, but there was nobody else that could have given them to him. The doctors lectured San. He'd never been more embarrassed, or ashamed.

So if he had to take his colleagues advice and install emergency chains and get a safety muzzle, he would. He'd do whatever he needed to do to keep Wooyoung safe, this time. The last time, probably. They were expecting twins, and Wooyoung had had a very strict two child rule, from the very start. 'The kids can't outnumber the parents, San.' is what he'd say.

So at least after this, he wouldn't need to go through this hell again.

Hell, because he'd never been unable to nut before.

Even through his ruts before this, before Wooyoung, he'd been fine. He could jerk off and be just fine. Hell- He jerked off last week! This was abnormal, to say the least. He'd humped a hole through one of his pillowcases, and still he couldn't cum. He gnawed on one of the many sleep shirts Wooyoung had given him, called him to see if he could talk him through it- But-

"What's wrong, Sannie? I know you can, come on, do it for me…" Wooyoung whined over the phone line, and San just whined right back, so frustrated.

"I can't, it hurts…" This was not how this was supposed to go. He'd planned to binge watch some bad TV and have his dick permanently lodged in his favorite flesh light. He was supposed to be perfectly capable of nutting on his own, but here he was, cheek squished to his cell phone while he tried to stick his knot in soft silicone.

"…I have an idea." Wooyoung finally mumbled, thumb sliding across his screen because he'd been googling solutions while trying to talk San over the edge. But, he finally came across a very specific Wiki How article, and his eyes darted around the room for what he needed. "I'm hanging up, just- Stay away from the door, m'kay?" He cooed, and San only replied with very pathetic whines.

But, he'd do as he was told, always, every time. Sannie is a good alpha, he always was. Just because he was a little on edge didn't mean he was going to disobey his omega.

"Here." Wooyoung cracked the garage door open, and San scrambled to sit up, to look presentable- But he didn't even get to see him. Wooyoung's arm snaked out, just enough to place a small jar on the small set of stairs leading inside. Once he heard the door latch, he got up, making his way to the jar to see what exactly it was. It had some cute little strawberries on it, and he recognized it as something Wooyoung usually stored sugar in.

"…sugar…?" He picked it up and carried it back to his bed, plopping back down beside his poor, overused flesh light. "…maybe it'll help-"

The second he cracked the jar open, the instant he popped the rubber seal under the lid, his pupils dilated and drool pooled in the back of his throat. His omega. It's from his omega, from his Wooyoung. Smells just like him.

Tastes just like him.

'If an alpha is having a hard time with ejaculation during self pleasure away from its omega, the omega may want to leave behind some excess slick to be used during masturbation practices. Much like a mother pumping breast milk for her child to drink later, this practice of slick collection can be very helpful for a rutting alpha. ***DO NOT GIVE/RECEIVE SLICK TO OR FROM AN UNKNOWN PARTY. SLICK IS HIGHLY ADDICTIVE AND THE MISHANDLING OF SLICK HAS LED TO MEDICAL EMERGENCIES, PERMANENT EJACULATE DYSFUNCTION, AND MORE. See 'The dangers of omegan slick' for more information.'

Wooyoung skimmed the article before throwing his phone to the side to find himself a jar- something tightly sealed, so San wouldn't smell it until he opened it. Because once he smelled it, it was game over. That man was strong on a normal day, but in rut he got a little… aggressive isn't the right word. He'd never been aggressive with Wooyoung. But… too strong, rough, couldn't control his strength? That was how San got. Obsessive, but that wasn't really a direct danger to Wooyoung.

He spotted the jar they used for sugar by their coffee station, snatching it up before dumping what little bits were left into the garbage so he could rinse it out. This was perfect- A container with an airtight seal was all he needed, really. Well that, and-

"…How to collect slick." Wooyoung mumbled into his phone, using speech to text to google exactly what shameful act he was about to partake in. Rather than choose from one of the many Omegafans or AlpHub videos that popped up in his search results, he chose the 'omegan health society' website. A step by step guide, but it was kind of exactly what he'd assumed it would be… Juice himself over his jar like a human lemon and hope for the best. "…this better work."

With a pout and his freshly washed jar, he made a beeline for the bathroom, because doing this in bed was just asking for a mess he did not have the energy to clean up. San had been such a doting alpha, doing everything, and even more so now that Wooyoung was eight months along with twins and couldn't even tie his own damn shoes- So having to get through one whole day so far with no help at all had proven to be draining and terrible, and he just missed San. Wanted him back in his room, in his bed, making him snacks and cutting grapes in half when he asked him to because that was how he liked them. Not locked in his garage because he might hurt Wooyoung and the twins.

And now he was staring down the barrel of his own sugar jar, shorts thrown across the bathroom, thankful at least that his slick production had been high since he'd been pregnant. A common side effect for omegas, so it wasn't worrisome, just… messy. And helpful, now.

"Ugh…" He couldn't even see what he was doing, but he had a feel for it, hand disappearing under the bulge of his tummy, fingers sliding through already slick folds to spread himself, then stuff his fingers inside, and for as humiliating as this felt, it also felt… kinda good. Like, really good.

San hadn't touched him for a few days, his pre-rut hitting him hard, this time. He was too nervous to do anything that could hurt his omega. Which included intimacy of any kind, even with restraints because 'what if you get stuck on my knot and I go into rut before I can get away from you?' All very irritating what if's to the pregnant omega and upsetting, so his own fingers curving against soft, soaked, throbbing walls felt really nice. Not as nice as his alpha's cock would feel, but nice nonetheless.

"Mnn…" He chewed his lip, thrusting his fingers weakly, feeling slick rush out of him. It was excessive, and he was used to that, so he just kept going, rutting the pads of his fingers against his most sensitive spot inside, the one that made his thighs shake as he knelt over his goddamn sugar jar. "…Shit, already-" He huffed, feeling his cunt clamp down and contract, so he hurried to force his other hand down, fingers circling his engorged clit quickly. "-fuuuck yeah-" He drooled, tucking his chin as he came, leaking all over his fingers and down his thighs, hoping he was filling this jar like he was supposed to.

His orgasm took over him hard and fast, and it was so good, his stomach muscles contracting in a way that actually kind of made his constant cramps disappear, for a moment. He couldn't hold his noises in, moaning on every exhale as his fingers pumped awkwardly, other hand still stroking and rubbing at his aching clit. When the contractions finally calmed, he split his folds again with his fingers, feeling slick still leaking from him.

"…gross." He let out a heavy sigh, wiping his hands before struggling to hoist himself up, using the bathroom sink as leverage. "…gross." He repeated, the entire jar full, overflowing onto the bathroom tile, all down his legs. This would take forever to clean up, and hopefully he wouldn't slip.

…at least he got what he needed, he supposed.

San was grateful, for Wooyoung's gifts.

Jars of slick gifted to him, alongside his breakfast, lunch, and dinner- Anything so that he could get himself off and try to get through this terrible rut cycle mostly on his own. Even though Wooyoung had to cook every meal alone now, he was still finding time to go produce slick for San, in between his normal chores and midday naps. They texted throughout the day, and San assumed when Wooyoung didn't reply, he'd fallen asleep- And if San didn't reply, he was probably knot-deep in a silicone cock sleeve, which Wooyoung really should not have felt jealous of, but- He did, he was jealous.

"It can't feel as good as me." Wooyoung whined, because San had called him, after dinner on the third day. Almost halfway through, but he needed to hear his voice. He was going crazy, without it.

"Course not, this thing hardly gets me off." San grunted, phone beside his head on speakerphone, laying in his bed with a painful erection between his thighs. But, he was trying to hold out, just talk to Wooyoung for a while… He hadn't opened his jar yet, so he could maybe be a little normal, for now.

"Does my slick help…?" Wooyoung asked, as if San hadn't sent him hundreds of thank-you texts every time he delivered it. San breathed out a laugh through his nose, smiling before looking over at the jar, strawberries painted along its side.

"It's the only thing that helps, sweet thing." San cooed, and he heard Wooyoung purring on the other end of the line. "What are you doing, naughty?" He grinned, hearing his rumbling purr cut off into a high whine. He felt his cock throb painfully between his thighs in response.

"I realized- Orgasms help my cramps, so…" He trailed off, and San's vision blurred when he heard wet noises, on the other end of the line. "Are you gonna use my slick soon?" He asked, so softly, and San nodded, scrambling to get his flesh light and his gift.

"I'll use it right now, if you want me to." He huffed, kicking his sweatpants off to watch his cock leap in anticipation.

"I want you to, I miss you so much…" Wooyoung whined, struggling to stuff his knotted dildo deeper inside himself, but the angle was terrible and his stomach was just in the way.

"I will, then…" San muttered, taking a deep breath before popping the lid off of his sugar jar.

"I love when you growl like that." Wooyoung moaned, and San didn't even really realize he'd started to growl, shifting into a throaty purr as he dumped Wooyoung's slick on his cock and into the gape of his flesh light. "When you do it, do you pretend it's me?" Wooyoung asked, and San scoffed, flipping over, getting up to his knees before gathering up an abused looking body pillow. It was wrinkled and stained, and it was all San had to cling onto while he pretended.

"Of course I do- But it's still not…" San felt his throat constrict, while he lined himself up. The flesh light was resting atop his body pillow, and he leaned down, wrapping his arms around it tightly. "It's not you, not even close." He groaned, sliding his cock through tight silicone and hot slick. "God…" He groaned, hiding his face in the pillow as he mounted it like an animal.

"Is it inside…?" Wooyoung asked, still struggling, but the ridges on his dildo were working his tight cunt so perfectly, like a massage or something to that effect, so he had to keep chasing it.

"Yeah, Youngie, I'm inside…" San drooled, growling again as he slid all the way in to the hilt, his knot bulging around the top.

"Feels good?" Wooyoung asked, but he didn't get a reply- Nothing but growls and purrs, rhythmic grunts that he could only assume were from San fucking into the toy he had to use. "I wish you'd come up here and just use me instead…" He sniffled, actual tears in his eyes, his hormones all over the place.

But San was gone, hips picking up a punishing pace, one he'd never be able to take with his mate, not as he was, now. Soft, plump, fragile… He stuffed his hands under the pillow and dug his nails in, right where Wooyoung's tummy would be, if it were him underneath him.

His pretty omega, filled with his pretty pups, San had done such a good job getting him pregnant, even gave him twins…

"Harder, Sannah…" Wooyoung moaned across the line, biting his lip in a smile when he heard San start to whine. "Gotta do it harder, and faster, I need your knot, alpha." He cooed, and San fell for his trap, eyes rolling in his head as he started trying to force his knot inside his toy.

Between the scent of his slick and Wooyoung's terribly convincing dirty talk, San really let himself believe he was fucking Wooyoung, for a minute. Really fell for it, gripping the pillow where Wooyoung's chest would have been, which had been growing more and more full by the day, with how close he was to giving birth.

"You still haven't knotted me? Hm?" Wooyoung teased him, listening to his growly whines and quick breaths. "Come on, daddy." He whispered, and San's hips stuttered, his eyes popping open before sinking his teeth into the fabric beneath him. Wooyoung heard tearing, struggling himself to force the knotted part of the dildo inside. "Please, alpha?" He whimpered, gasping when he felt the knot slip past his rim, over and over again. "Yes, fuck-" He gasped, toes curling as his cunt locked the toy inside, spasming around it. "Cumming, Sannie-" He saw stars, gushing slick around the stiff intrusion, his orgasm bringing relief from his cramps, like he'd said before.

San was hearing him, but he also kind of wasn't. He was hearing his words, but comprehending them- He was too far gone, feeling his knot pop in and out of lifeless silicone, getting squeezed over and over, but there was no response. There was no really getting stuck, his toy wasn't that advanced. So it was up to him to stop himself, to decide when enough was enough and bury his cock in lukewarm wetness and dump his seed.

"Fuuuck, fuck, take it…" San groaned, drooling against his pillow, hips shaking as he forced them still, lodged inside his fleshlight. "…fuck, not tight enough…" He whined, disappointed as his knot slipped free and he scrambled to force it back inside, having to take hold of the toy to keep it pushed against his abdomen.

"…not satisfying…?" Wooyoung spoke up, his cunt still spasming around his toy, his eyes rolling as he tried to get a hold of himself, but it was hard with how nice being full like that felt.

"Barely…" San huffed, rolling to his back with the toy still around him, watching his own seed spill out the bottom.

"Good, I don't need you replacing me with that thing." Wooyoung grumbled, letting out a pleased groan as he shifted and stretched, keeping his toy lodged inside. "This knot you got me, though… It sticks, really well."

"Yeah, well, it's modeled after me, it better stick well." San grumbled, watching his cum leak out around the base of his knot. "This thing isn't even holding me in…" He pouted, feeling himself soften, slowly. As unsatisfactory as that had felt, he was definitely good, for a while. He could probably even get some sleep.

"Maybe I'll ride you, next week. When you're back." Wooyoung teased him, and he knew it was kinda mean, but he loved the growls it got him.

"No, you can't do all that work." San huffed, blinking hard to try not to think about it.

"How will you knot me first, then?" Wooyoung asked, and San's eyes rolled, feeling his cock throb to life, again.

"God damn it, Wooyoung." So much for being good, for a while.

"Sorry! I'm just curious…" He bit his lip with a smile, then flicked their phone call to a video call.

"You're just being mean, now." San warned, but he still picked his phone up and watched, like a desperate dog. Wooyoung had the camera angled down, showing off the flared base of his dildo, shining with slick, and the lower part of his full tummy. "Touch it…" San drooled, jerking his flesh light around his knot, just to take the edge off.

"Like this?" Wooyoung teased, circling his fingers over his clit, but San shook his head, hips jerking forward.

"Your tummy." He hissed, and Wooyoung bit his cheek, warmth flushing his face. He ran his fingers under the curve of his belly, and San growled. "How're my pups, huh?" He asked, and Wooyoung just smiled, holding his stomach with an open palm.

"They miss their daddy's snuggles, every night." Wooyoung huffed, feeling a strange tightness in his throat. "They were kicking a lot earlier today." He huffed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"My pups." San mumbled, and where Wooyoung was stuck being sentimental, San was stuck with alpha brain.

"Your pups." Wooyoung nodded, patting his stomach before panning the camera away.

"You taking it out?" San asked, because the camera had redirected from tummy time to swollen cunt cam, stuffed with plastic knot and coated in slick.

"I figured I'd let you watch." Wooyoung hummed, blinking his tears away before tugging at the base of the dildo, and San groaned, watching it not budge. Here he was, jealous over a toy because it got to get stuck inside his omega and it wasn't fair. "Fucking thing is huge…" Wooyoung sighed, tugging over and over, and San felt himself moving his toy in time with him.

"You can't get it out?" San teased, watching and hearing him struggle. Trying to keep a good camera angle and tug this knot out was proving difficult, but after a short while of moaning and wrestling with it, he gasped, popping the knot free to let San watch him gush and gape.

"Shit." Wooyoung hissed, tossing the toy away before clamping his thighs together, and San growled, again. "What?" Wooyoung giggled, and San swallowed the spit in his mouth, flicking his camera off.

"Nothing- Tired, I'm gonna crash, okay?" San huffed, getting up to his knees, his cock full and flushed and aching, still.

"Mmm… okay. Me too." Wooyoung huffed, not even bothering to get up, just tossing his toy to the floor to worry about in the morning. "Goodnight, San-ah."

"G'night, Young-ah." San hissed, holding his flesh light out to try and empty the cum from it, letting it pool on the floor. "Love you."

"Love you more." Wooyoung yawned back, and San finally hung up, tossing his phone to the side.

"Not done with you, not done." San hissed, feeling tingles up his spine, all the way to the back of his neck. Then it turned into an itch, impossible to scratch.

This was why he locked himself up, in here.

"I'll fuck you until I'm satisfied, yeah?" San growled, squeezing the life out of his flesh light, holding it against his abdomen, trapping it there. "You're gonna take what I give you, understand? You have to take it, you're my omega, that's what you're here for, right?" He reeled his hips back, lip curled as he let drool roll down his chin, before forcing his hips forward hard.

His hips were uneven, in the way they jerked, using his knot to fuck its hole over and over, something Wooyoung could only ever take so much of. He liked it, but- It'd be painful, after a while. So, San took what he wanted, this time.

"Want you to cry on it-" He grunted, slipping down, curling in on himself as his hips picked up pace to something inhuman. "Cry on my fucking knot, break your cunt on my knot, you won't be able to take any other cock but mine-" He snarled, the squelching sounding terrible, between his thighs. "I'll put as many pups inside as I want, you'll have as many as I want, you'll be pregnant like this forever-" He choked, his vision whiting as he fucked through the toy, fast and hard, just to breed its little hole and make it his.

When he did cum again, and let out a terrible growl, shooting thick ropes of cum out the other side, leaking onto his mattress before he rolled off of it, back hitting cold concrete. He couldn't stop fucking it, his growls turning into whines, at some point. Hips moving like a jackhammer, he could feel the silicone breaking under his grip.

"See, told you, I'd break this little cunt of yours, I told you, I told you-" He slurred, head thrown back as his hips snapped forward. "Mine, mine, mine, mine-" He hissed, rolling up to his knees, before tearing the toy off, watching his own cock throb, shooting ropes across the concrete. "Fuck, fuck- No, more-" He hissed, confused as if he hadn't been the one to get rid of the toy himself, so he picked it back up and got to his feet, forcing it back over his overworked erection and swollen knot. "Mine, mine, it's my pussy to use, however I- Want it-" San snarled, his racing heart rate finally catching up with him.

He felt his body get cold, like the adrenaline was rushing out of him, all at once, all of his energy, and stamina, all of it leaving him in one cold swoop. He let out a breath, forehead resting on a wall, not even quite sure where he was.

"…mine, mine…" He whispered, brows furrowed as he looked down at the broken fleshlight in his fists, his cock hardly able to fit inside, anymore. It was practically falling apart. So, he let it fall, hearing it hit the concrete with a sick plop. "…mine." He let out a final whisper, staring down at it before taking himself in hand, giving his shaft a few tight strokes. "Nngh…" He felt his knees buckle, eyes squeezing shut before his face relaxed, with the rest of his body.

He felt some sick relief wash over him, pissing down onto the busted toy, onto its cracked, torn silicone shape. It was loud, the patter of liquid on concrete, but he groaned along with it, stroking himself before letting himself go, to stop himself.

He squinted down to the broken toy, the puddle it now lived in, cum mixed with other things and he shuddered, guilt immediately ripping through his consciousness. He had never been the type of alpha to mark, ever. But for the first time, he let himself do just that. Which, only further proved that he was right to lock himself in here.

What if that was Wooyoung?

San would never ever admit to his piss crimes, that was for sure. He'd take that to his grave, everything he'd said to that toy, done to it… Which meant he had nothing to fuck, now.

His fists didn't do the job, but what was he supposed to tell Wooyoung? I broke the 'super chewer' equivalent of a flesh light you bought me and totally didn't do anything weird with it? Wooyoung would ask far too many questions, if he led with that. So instead of ask for help, he stared down the chains bolted to the floor, on the far side of the garage.

He hadn't planned to really use them. They were mostly there for emergencies, if San felt himself getting carried away, or too violent- Placed furthest from the door, so he had no way to reach Wooyoung, if he came into the garage. The muzzle, another precaution, but San had stared down the part of the pillow he'd shredded with his own teeth, deciding maybe the muzzle wasn't overkill, after all.

Maybe, it would hardly even be enough.

After locking himself in, he threw the key across the room, watching it bounce off a bin of seasonal decorations and land just out of reach. It was humiliating, and he felt terrible, disgusting as a respectable alpha but also ill, like he was coming down with some kind of flu, or fever. The result of ignoring his rut, most likely. That, and he couldn't reach his food, when Wooyoung left it for him, so he was quite hungry.

"Hey, you- I'm coming in!" Wooyoung called, when San hadn't touched his dinner, breakfast, or lunch, and now it had been one full day since he seemed to have eaten anything. "Back up from the door, okay?" He called again, hesitating before pushing it open to peek inside. He flipped a light on, feeling a chill run up his spine when he saw his mate, his alpha.

He hadn't been expecting the chains, so seeing them strapped to San's wrists, ankles, and neck was unsettling, almost as unsettling as his stare was. His expression was empty, but starving, somehow. Curled up atop his mattress, he just stared. He'd lost all his clothes, and his mattress, pillows, blankets- Everything was shredded- It looked like a goddamn human rights violation, to say the least.

"San-ah, what happened?" He gaped, stepping inside, freezing when he heard a rumble from the other side of the room. A growl, most likely. It made his omega want to tuck its tail.

"Slide it over here." San mumbled, and Wooyoung did so quickly, pushing a tray of food across the floor, watching San jump for it. And then, over it.

"San-"

"I need something to fuck."

Wooyoung stood there, stunned for the better part of thirty seconds, San had rushed over here, was testing the distance limit of those chains, straining to get as close as he possibly could. He stunk like alpha, like wild, feral alpha. Embarrassingly enough, it made Wooyoung want to roll over and present.

"What about the toy-"

"Broke it. I need a new one." He rumbled, his chains rattling as he tried to jerk against them, to get closer to his perfect, pretty omega. "Come here." He breathed, eyes flicking from Wooyoung's face to his stomach, then up again, looking him in the eyes. "I can't reach you, come-"

"I'll get you a toy." Wooyoung stumbled back, swallowing on the stink that seemed to fill up all his senses. And maybe, if he didn't have two fragile lives to protect, he'd have actually stepped closer. He'd have given in to that urge to present to his alpha, the one he was bonded to, for life. That he trusted, with his life.

But he just hurried out, flinching at the snarl he heard, as he closed the door. He rushed inside, catching himself on the kitchen counter, his knees buckling underneath him. San's alpha is way too strong, for him. He couldn't go back in there again.

No way could he resist him, again.

Luckily, Wooyoung was able to find San a sufficient toy within a few hours, sending it rolling across the garage floor like a goddamn smoke bomb, shutting the door quickly behind him.

He could hear him, through the door.

His alpha wasn't saying anything, no- He was just making the most inhuman sounds. He was so tempted to just peek inside, just crack the door open and take a look, for himself. He stood beside it, hands tucked behind his back as he listened to San use the toy he'd given him, listened to his feral groans, to his build of pleasure and subsequent release, only for him to do it all over again. It must have been bad, if he wasn't even taking any breaks, between…

Embarrassingly, it made the insides of Wooyoung's thighs tingle. He wished he was in the right shape to be in there, to help him. San had never sounded that wild, before. He wanted to see him like that, even if it was dangerous for him. He caught himself, pulling his hand off of the door handle, before slumping down, back to the door.

He just missed him, so much- It's not fair… Just because he's got a swollen tummy and mood swings now he can't even let his alpha mate with him? He sniffled and rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to comfort himself, torn between being lonely, scared, and horny. He flinched, when his phone rang.

"I can hear you crying, out there." San's voice was soft, when Wooyoung picked up the phone. He wasn't expecting the gentleness, not after what he'd heard over there. But, maybe he'd worked the feral out of his system.

"Sorry, I jus- Just miss you, and I feel bad, you're in there because of me-" He hiccuped, and San sighed, his chains rattling in the background.

"No, I'm the one that can't keep myself under control. I don't know what it is, about you… like that…" San trailed off, and Wooyoung curled up, as tight as he could with his stomach in the way. "I just… lose it, when I see you. Like- Like I wanna take a big bite out of you like you're some juicy apple." San spoke with a cute pout, and Wooyoung giggled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"You can't take a bite, you dog." He huffed, letting out a long, tired sigh.

"That's why I'm in here. I'll be out soon, and when I am, I'll make this up to you. Okay?" San offered, guilt gnawing at him, now that he'd seen Wooyoung so scared and had most likely been the one to make him cry.

"'Kay." Wooyoung huffed, hearing San let out a grunt as he flopped down onto his mattress.

"Get to sleep, now. I don't want you crying over this anymore, okay?"

"…'kay." He grumbled, carefully hoisting himself up, holding his stomach the whole way. He kept San on the line, while he waddled upstairs, up to their bedroom, where he'd had to sleep by himself for too many nights, now. "Goodnight, San-ah." He whispered, hearing a little bit of a whine in San's breath.

"Goodnight, Young-ah." San had in fact been whining, managing to hang up the phone just in time to jam his knot inside his fresh new toy, his whole body shaking as he arched out and came all inside its slick walls. "Young-ah… Wooyoungie…" He moaned out into the darkness, his vision hazing, again.

On night five, something in Wooyoung snapped.

He'd been putting up with all of it well. All the noises, the smell of his alpha through the door, the howling, at night. San had started howling like a lonely animal, and maybe that was what made Wooyoung's omega need to help. Need to go in there and fix him.

Just like San couldn't resist his alpha, Wooyoung couldn't resist his omega, sometimes.

"Young- Wooyoung-ah, go back out." San pleaded, pacing left and right, watching Wooyoung get closer to him. His chain restraints had started digging into his wrists, ankles, and collarbones, but he hardly cared, pulling on them just to get closer, as Wooyoung did, wrapped up nicely in a pretty bathrobe.

"I can't let you be miserable in here, anymore." Wooyoung sighed, feeling drained of all his energy- He needed his alpha by his side, he really couldn't live this way, much longer.

"You need to back out, I will hurt you." San warned, digging his nails into his palms as Wooyoung pulled his muzzle off of a hook on the wall. "Wooyoung-"

"Kneel down, there." Wooyoung huffed, once San got to the end of his restraints. He practically fell, to get to his knees, but he did it, anyway. Looked up to Wooyoung with nervous, starving eyes. "You'll put this on." He murmured, setting the metal basket of the muzzle over his nose and under his chin, latching it around the back of his head. He made sure it wasn't too tight, but also that it wasn't slipping off, either.

The moan San let out, when Wooyoung ran his fingers through his hair- It made Wooyoung's heart squeeze in his chest. He bit his cheek in a smile, when San pushed the basket of his muzzle against his tummy, gently. He wanted to kiss him there, but he heard his own teeth snap, instead.

"Bad puppy." Wooyoung huffed, but he kept his soft little smile.

"Sorry. I'm not myself, right now."

"I know." Wooyoung sighed, watching San fight his restraints, trying and failing to reach out and touch him. "I think all you need is a little attention, though." Wooyoung pouted, and San nodded frantically, melting when Wooyoung held his cheeks and turned his face up. But then he knelt down, reaching for San's wrists. He pushed them back, securing them behind his back with a clip on either cuff.

"What're you plotting-"

"I can't listen to you fuck that thing one more time, I really can't, alpha." Wooyoung huffed, his own cheeks red up to his ears. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Wooyoung was already turning, pulling his robe off to lay it out, so he didn't have to present on cold, dirty concrete.

"Wooyoung-" San croaked, his hips already jerking. There was absolutely no controlling himself, not when Wooyoung leaned down to his elbows and showed himself off, like that.

"You can't hurt me, you've got no nails, or fingers, or teeth." Wooyoung sighed, shimmying back, feeling San's nearly permanent erection slip through his sticky folds. "All you can do to me is fuck me, just like this. That's fair, right?" Wooyoung purred, feeling himself leak slick excessively, lubricating himself for his mate.

"Youngie- I c- I can't- I can't-" San panted, his hips shuddering as his tip bumped his entrance, over and over. He hardly knew his eyes were welling with tears until they fell, rolling down his cheeks while his terribly pregnant omega presented his pretty pussy to him. "I shouldn't, I shouldn't-"

"You should." Wooyoung purred, feeling his head get hazy, one hand sliding down to hold his stomach.

"It'll hurt-" San whined, drool pooling at the bottom of his muzzle, making the metal shine nicely.

"My cramps feel better, when I cum… Why won't you let me cum, alpha?" Wooyoung asked, a cruel trick, as if he couldn't just go get himself off on his own.

"I- It'll help? Omega?" San muttered, tumbling over the edge from in control to very much not in control, at all. Wooyoung just nodded, looking over his shoulder, up at his heavily restrained alpha. Scary. But his eyes still rolled when San forced his hips forward, slipping his cock inside, all at once.

"Ah!" Wooyoung jolted, but his head felt fuzzy, right away. He should have been terrified of this alpha, in chains and restraints, but all he felt when he knocked his entrance with his knot was; 'We're so safe, with you as our alpha.'

"God-" San gasped, choking himself on his restraints to get as close as possible, his hips moving all on their own. He immediately took a fast, desperate pace, and Wooyoung sunk lower toward the floor, shimmying backwards as much as he could to give San more of a chance to really fuck him. To bend over him and press the spit slick basket of his muzzle to his shoulder and snarl, just inches from the skin he wanted desperately to sink his teeth into.

Finally, he had his omega where he needed him. On his knees, presenting for him, acting like a proper, submissive omega. No teasing him, no denying him, just kneeling in front of him taking the brutal pace of his attempt to breed him. He kept drooling, his breath heavy and hot behind the muzzle, and Wooyoung let himself melt, underneath the rough, desperate treatment.

"My knot- It's coming-" San panted, and Wooyoung nodded, reaching down between his thighs to stroke his clit, feeling the way his own cunt was clamping down already. But, San growled, deep in his throat. "Gonna fuck you with it, can you take that?" He hissed, and Wooyoung felt excitement ripple up his spine.

"Show me what you got, alpha." He smirked, biting his lip when he felt San's knot slip inside, then back out, fucking him a few times with it. Just as he had with his broken toy. "Oh god- Don't stop, feels so good-" Wooyoung squeaked, and San was almost surprised, watching his omega chase the feeling of being stretched to his limit, over and over.

"You like that?" He panted, and Wooyoung nodded, the excess slick he'd been producing making the thick slide much easier than maybe it normally would have. Realistically, he should have caught, his cunt should have clamped down and trapped him inside, tightened on him so he could cum…

"Yeah, alpha, don't stop, I'm cumming-" Wooyoung whimpered, the repetitive stretch and pull on his entrance driving him right over the edge- And that did the trick, got him to contract, pussy getting obscenely tight over a thick, throbbing knot. "Ahh- Ah! Alpha- alpha-" Wooyoung moaned, gasping as he felt San trying still to move, but the grip his pussy had on him- He was quite literally stuck.

"Fuck, that's tight, so tight-" San moaned, slumping against his back as he came, shooting a thick load of his seed deep inside his poor little omega. He just kept mumbling about how tight he was, until his mumbling stopped and it turned into satisfied purring.

And then, snoring.

Luckily for the both of them, Wooyoung wasn't in poor shape when he was able to extricate himself from a sleeping San, so he just returned the next morning, once his exhausted alpha got a good nights rest. And he brought some fresh towels with him, because his robe was ruined but he wanted more.

"San-ah, did you sleep okay?" Wooyoung asked, slipping through the door to his chamber, but he was surprised to see San knot deep in his flesh light, already. The alpha froze, eyes wide like caught prey. Wooyoung just blinked down at him, then spread his towels out in about the same spot they'd had sex, the night before.

"Sorry, I couldn' help it-"

"No, don't stop on my account." Wooyoung waved him off, watching his feral beast of a husband hunched over a silicone sleeve, doing very little to even try to pull himself out of it.

"Can- Can I use you?" San heard himself ask, then bit his tongue, looking down between his thighs before unlatching his fingers from worn silicone. They both watched it plop to the floor, and Wooyoung would be lying if he said the fountain of cum that was leaking from it didn't make him jealous. "I meant- not like that-"

"Hush, put the muzzle back on." Wooyoung snickered, watching his alpha fight with himself on if he wanted to pick up the toy or move toward Wooyoung, who pointed to the discarded basket muzzle beside the freshly lain towels. San ducked his head and did as he was told, moving to grab for it, but it was just out of reach.

"Mnn-" He whined, frustrated, then looked across the room to his mate. "Can't reach." He huffed, impatient, now. Wooyoung smiled and picked it up for him, but he held it behind his back, stepping up to him, instead. "Young-ah." He warned, studying his face while he felt his rut-brain get louder, all of a sudden. Defiant omega. Doesn't listen, needs to learn. He shook his head and covered his face, rubbing at his nose and eyes.

"I'm just looking at you- You're different, somehow."

"Different?" San questioned, but Wooyoung shrugged, then pointed to the floor in front of him. He was motioning for San to drop to his knees in front of him, so that he could secure the muzzle like he had last night.

"It's more like how you're looking at me, and less of what you look like." Wooyoung explained, watching San's eyes flutter closed, once the muzzle was clipped tightly. San let him clip his wrists behind his back, too.

"I'm sorry, I wanna talk, but you need to roll over, right now." San muttered, his hand on his dick involuntarily, and he watched his omega smirk, then plop down himself, grabbing for a roll of towels he'd crafted. San expected it to be a pillow of sorts, to protect his head from the hard floor, but San watched him lean back and stuff it under his hips, instead. "…this way…?"

"I wanna watch you, this time." Wooyoung explained, because he really missed him, and was genuinely intrigued by this version of San's alpha. The man never acted like this, so he wanted to see it for himself. Especially if he'd get to see him completely lose it, like he'd heard, before.

"Okay, but… I mean I guess I can't reach, but your tummy? It's fine at this angle?"

"Yeah it's practically like… yoga, anyway." Wooyoung nodded, sliding his hand over his stomach. He had honestly gotten a little worried when they realized his due date was dangerously close to San's projected rut. But, it looked like they were luckily going to miss the birth by a couple of weeks.

"Oh…" San drooled, honestly not really paying attention, now that Wooyoung had parted his legs for him, wiggling himself close enough that he could take his alpha's cock in his hand, rubbing its tip crudely against his slick folds.

San didn't bother to warn him, when he forced his hips forward. And once he was in, he didn't bother to let him know that his rut brain had kicked back on because honestly? He couldn't. He was losing control, quickly slipping into something much more dangerous.

"Ah!" Wooyoung gasped, gushing as he took his entire length, at once. The excessive slick production made sense, now. Now he really needed it, just to be able to take everything his alpha had to give him. "Oh my god-" The omega whined, his cunt shuddering at the sudden intrusion.

"Take it." San rumbled, and Wooyoung stared up at him, eyes wide, almost stuck with his breath in his throat because that's his alpha. Not his mate.

He's hardly San, right now. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, San slipped away and his alpha took his place.

"Sannah-" Wooyoung choked, feeling the girth of his knot breach him, stretching him almost painfully before he pulled back out, only to jam it right back in again. "God, don't do that so soon-"

"I said take it. You heard me when I said that? Right?" San rumbled, shuffling minutely closer, hardly an inch of room to spare with the chains on every part of his body. Wooyoung didn't even have time to stare, or give him a dirty look- His mate did it again, and he swatted at him with a yelp.

"Don't be mean!" Wooyoung warned, reaching down, thighs shaking as he quickly circled his fingers over his clit, to try and help him along. To grace him with more slick, so his mate could keep fucking him rudely, like he was.

"See? You're built for it, you're made to take it however I want to give it." San hissed, hips pumping roughly, the sick pop of his knot on every reel backward. But Wooyoung just whimpered, hardly even able to think straight, with how much it hurt.

Or, over how perfect he felt. He was at odds with himself.

"Hurts, alpha-" Wooyoung felt hazy, hiccuping as he desperately rubbed at his clit, and San halted, shaking his head around, like he was trying to get a grip on himself. Wooyoung watched him panting hard beneath the muzzle.

"I know, baby, almost done, okay? You're doing good, just a little bit more." San tagged back in, somehow, his expression a little softer than it was before. Wooyoung just nodded, feeling pleasure build in his gut even with the dull pain from his knot-fucking.

"Slow, at least-" Wooyoung whimpered, watching his mate fight with himself to keep control. He dropped the hand from his groin and reached to try and press his palm against his abdomen, maybe slow him down, but San just leaned back, cocking his hips forward.

Maybe he can lure him closer. Get his hands on him.

"Wooyoung-" San whined, hips working on their own, his palms sweating, over the thoughts he was having. He felt something behind him snap. The metal clip, it landed on the towel underneath them, hitting the ground silently.

"What?" He gasped, his heels digging into the floor, but he wriggled himself even closer, giving San a little more space to fuck him, just right.

"Sit up here."

No.

"Like- here?"

No, no-

"Closer, omega."

Please- No-

"Love you, alpha."

Wooyoung got closer, much to San's dismay. He had slack on his chains, now, and he was scared of himself. But, he was glad for it too. He brought his arms around front and grabbed for his mate, yanking on him harshly, hearing him yelp and whine, his knot popping out roughly.

"San!"

He wasn't there. This was why he was locked up. This was why he was in chains, it was why he'd suffered for a week, alone.

He pushed him, ignoring his worried cries, his yelps, the scratching and the hitting. He dragged him over to the corner, to the base of where his chains were connected, to the mattress he'd literally ruined. Shredded, sticky, and damp. A disgusting thing for his omega to lay on. He'd never have allowed that.

"Nest is terrible." The alpha grunted, and Wooyoung was panicked. San's scent was soured, completely, it didn't even smell like his husband, anymore. He shouldn't have played with fire.

"I- sorry, just, let me go, now-"

"No." The alpha grunted and watched the omega hug his stomach with his arms defensively. "I need you, you can't go." He warned, crawling over him completely, the drag of his chains across the floor sounding horribly loud, with the adrenaline flowing.

"San, don't- You have to get a grip!" He held one hand out, the other still guarding his stomach, guarding their pups.

"Have to mark you, before some other alpha does." San growled, curling over him, feeling the omega's nails dig into his chest.

"What?! San, I'm marked, see?!" He gestured to his throat, patting their bond bite frantically to remind him of the claim he already had on him.

"Inside." He huffed, forcing his cock back inside, holding tight to his waist to keep him pinned. "Silly omega. Your cunt isn't marked, not inside." San grunted, tucking his face into the crook of his shoulder, his muzzle sticky with drool. Wooyoung smelled like fear. And unfortunately, he really, really liked it. He felt himself leaking, and he didn't even have the mind to be embarrassed.

"Ins- inside? Inside, what does that mean?" He panicked, because was he going to hurt him? Bite him, down there?

"Just- Quiet, omega." San grunted, forcing his hips forward, much more in control of the angle and the speed, now. He listened to him whimper, but he'd returned to normal fucking, not forcing his knot in and out of tight heat so much in an attempt to break. He'd knot him, when he was ready.

"Alpha, be gentle, okay? You have to be gentle-" Wooyoung worried, fighting to keep his body from being forced into a tight little ball, because he could tell that was what the alpha wanted. To jam him into a mating press, but he's already been well-bred, there wasn't any more fucking space. Though clearly, the alpha didn't know that.

"I said, quiet-" He grunted, leaning up, allowing Wooyoung to flatten out, again. His hips plopped onto the mattress again, and he watched San pull out, his fingers digging into his ankles as he forced his knees up. Wooyoung was stuck somewhere between crying and moaning, because while he was terrified- His omega wanted this. Some primal, buried part of his subconscious wanted his alpha to use him, like this.

"Why'd you stop?" Wooyoung huffed, watching San stare down, but over the roundness of his tummy, he couldn't see much. He could only feel it, when heat started to flood over his cunt. "San!" He gasped, watching the alpha's lip curl, exposing the sharp point of his canine teeth.

"It has to smell like me, other alphas can't have it." He growled, and Wooyoung tried kicking at the grip he had on his ankles, feeling the bed soak beneath him.

"No-" He croaked, feeling himself gush more slick, and everything was embarrassing. Then his alpha slipped inside without warning, pinning him to the mattress as he curled back over him.

"Inside, too." San snarled, wrapping his arms around the omega underneath him, locking him in place. He was still pissing, hips rocking until his knot was stretching him out, again.

"You're sick-" He flinched, when he heard teeth snap beside his head. A wordless threat, but he was just lucky the alpha hadn't thought to take the muzzle off, because he could definitely reach it, now.

"No other alpha will take it, now, it's mine." San rumbled, almost to himself as he reeled his hips back and Wooyoung flinched, feeling San's piss leak out of him.

"S' fucking disgusting, San-"

"Why can't you be a good omega? Why are you being so-" He forced his hips forward hard, popping his knot. "-fucking-" He tore it out, and Wooyoung shuddered, moaning out loud at the sensation. "-difficult?" He forced it inside a final time, and Wooyoung bit his lip, toes curling as he felt his alpha cum inside him, again.

"I am a good omega, don't- Don't call me bad-" Wooyoung sniffled, unsure exactly why that was what set him off, or why that was what he was commenting on, after being pissed in. And on.

"Stop arguing with me." San grumbled, bringing a hand between them, grinding his knuckles against his clit, and Wooyoung arched out, his cunt tightening up dangerously. "There, see? Feels good to just behave, doesn't it?" San huffed, dropping his head to rest his muzzle against his neck, then his chest, quickly realizing he was uncomfortable with it.

"Ngh- I'm gonna cum, alpha…" Wooyoung drooled, digging his nails into his back because no matter how stressed or scared he was, his omega belonged to San's alpha. He was made to put up with it, made to deal with it and built to accept and love it, even when he acted like this. They'd be having a serious talk, later, but for now- "Move, little bit-" The omega pleaded, and San did just that, rocking his body a little before he felt Wooyoung constrict on his knot, his own slick arousal seeping out around it to keep the area well lubricated. Yuck.

"Fuck this thing." San huffed, reaching up to pop the clip on his muzzle, and Wooyoung snapped out of it, quickly reaching to push on it, to try and fight him and keep it latched there- but, the fight was a futile one, watching San tear it away and whip it at the wall, where it fell across the room.

His teeth were on him, instantly.

"Alpha!" Wooyoung cried out, grabbing for his hair, feeling teeth press against the skin of his shoulder- Then his chest- He gasped, pushing on his forehead, because he's sensitive, he's extra sensitive, there. His chest was swollen from the pregnancy, and it was like San was drawn to it, nipping at his pectoral, then his nipple, before closing his lips around it.

"Mnn…" San drooled, bucking his hips as he dug his nails into his chest, both of them flinching when it leaked. That was a first.

"Stop-" Wooyoung gasped, hitting at his hand, watching his monster of a husband lick at it, then suck at it. "That- That's for the pups, stop it!" He whined, pushing on his head again but he felt completely useless. "Stop it- Stop-" He groaned, feeling his cunt ache with the pull of his knot, until it popped loose.

San was just purring, suckling at his chest like a literal pup, pawing at him before he slipped down further. Wooyoung watched him, fearful as he covered his stomach again, but San completely ignored it in favor of sliding his tongue over his abused cunt.

"Sick!" Wooyoung squeaked, but he'd have been lying if he said it didn't feel incredible. He tried not to think about the strange combination of bodily fluids on San's tongue, now that he was sucking at his clit and tonguing at his entrance.

"So sweet…" San moaned, and while that was very kind of him, it was still nasty.

"Just- leave it alone-" Wooyoung whined, sitting up a little, but his body was sore and he plopped back down when he felt San's lips wrap around his clit. "Oh, g- Ngh-" He clamped his thighs around San's head, squishing against his ears as he ate him out, suckling on the sensitive bud with no teeth, no roughness, no meanness.

"Ahh…" He opened his mouth to lick over him, tongue flat against his cunt as he dragged it up through is entrance and onto his clit, again. He kept doing that, breaking Wooyoung's resolve, breaking his worry and his panic with each gentle stroke of his thick, hot tongue against his aching pussy. He closed his lips around his clit again, tongue swirling perfectly.

"Sannie-" Wooyoung gasped, thighs falling open as he felt another orgasm building. Then, he started purring. Deep, rumbling vibrations that not only felt incredible, but calmed his omega like nothing else. "Mmn! Like that, don' stop-" He slurred, watching the ceiling above him blur along with his vision, his fingers finding San's sweaty hair to grip onto, his hips rocking greedily against his face.

He couldn't understand, couldn't keep up with his alpha's ever-changing demeanor. He was just being so mean, a moment ago. But now, his tongue was dipping into his entrance, flicking over his clit, he was purring against his cunt, wetting his chin with slick and arousal. Pleasuring him, and that definitely had nothing to do with his rut or satisfying it. He pulled his head up, and Wooyoung could finally see his face, shining with slick as he stared down at his mates cunt.

"You look wild, San-ah." Wooyoung huffed, but San didn't hear him. San wasn't San. He dipped back down, drooling onto his pussy before sliding his tongue through his folds again, making his omega grind against his tongue and chin. He went back to purring, back to suckling, back to swirling his tongue around his clit until he felt his omega tense up, all over. "Yes, fuck…"

Wooyoung shook, feeling the pressure in his abdomen, the dull pain he had felt there for months fade away, just for a moment, just while his alpha let him orgasm. He let his eyes roll closed, let himself feel it and enjoy it, the throbbing pleasure as his cunt clamped on nothing and his mate purred against his pussy for him. His breath was heavy and hard, and San groaned at the noises he made, at the way he tasted… He lifted his head again, crawling up and over him. But this time, he stopped, at his tummy.

Wooyoung was disoriented, his head spinning as he felt his tongue wash over his stomach, over the fresh stretch marks he'd been very self conscious of, for months. He untangled his fingers from his hair, just to hold the back of his head as he licked at him. All very weird, but with San being in rut, random bouts of licking and grooming were bound to happen.

But then, he felt teeth.

"Don't!" Wooyoung warned, smacking him. He palmed the side of his head, and all of a sudden, San was over him, pinning him, holding him by the wrists to snarl just inches from his face. "I- Sorry, I'm sorry- " He choked on his own breath, feeling it catch in his throat as San just stared at him.

"Who do you think you are, omega?" San snarled, and Wooyoung tensed up, thighs squishing together anxiously. Underneath the pressure of his gaze and his dominance in general, he felt his eyes well up, his knees tucking up in an attempt to protect his tummy.

"Don't hurt them, alpha, not our pups-" He cried, and San felt his knees bump his stomach, then his feet on his thighs, the omega beneath him curling up defensively. "Let- Lemme go, alpha, I gotta keep our pups safe-" He hiccuped, and San blinked, once, twice, then reeled back, throwing himself backwards.

"No- Go-" San was breathing, gasping for air like he'd been drowning and just finally broke through the surface. He was scrambling away, but the omega was hardly moving, righting himself, watching him scramble away with a teary expression.

"San-"

"Get out! Now!" San roared at him. San did. The second Wooyoung could smell his mate again, he weakened, crawling towards him.

"Sannah-" Wooyoung sobbed, he just wanted his mate. He just wanted his San, his husband, the father of his pups- But he growled at him, and Wooyoung stopped, sitting in a bruised mess in the middle of the cold garage floor.

"Call Seonghwa, now. Right now." San warned, using what little self control he had to force his mate to get to safety, because he knew damn well he wouldn't be himself for very long.

"No, Sannie-" He sniffled, watching San pull his muzzle back on.

"Go, and tell him you need an appointment to be seen-"

"I'm fine-"

"You're not!" San snapped, watching Wooyoung scoot away from him, because he'd gotten up again. "Fine-" He huffed, digging around for his phone with he did find, cracked and stuffed halfway under the mattress.

"No- San I don't wanna leave you-" Wooyoung tried, wiping at his face with his palm before getting up, holding the bottom of his stomach as he waddled over to his alpha. "Lemme stay-" He was the one being irrational, now. He knew damn well he needed to get away- But more than that, he needed his mate. He was way too vulnerable, now. He needed protection, for him and his pups- But San was in no state to give it.

"San?" Seonghwa picked up on the second ring, and he sounded groggy, but San just got right to the point, feeling Wooyoung curl into him, clinging to his shoulders as he cried.

"Come get Wooyoung, he needs to go to his OB and get checked out."

"Why? what happened?" He heard rustling. At least the elder omega had a sense of urgency.

"It's a lot to explain, but I just need him to leave, and I need to know he's okay."

"I am okay!" Wooyoung cried, burying his face in San's neck and shoulder, finding comfort in his scent while his pregnancy hormones ran wild.

"Okay- Oh, shoot, you're in rut, aren't you?" Seonghwa worried, and San sighed heavily through his nose, feeling his head get hot.

"Yeah, and I fucked up bad, but now he won't- He won't leave-"

"Let me talk to him." Seonghwa huffed, making his way out of his house as quickly as he could. San pushed the phone to his cheek, barely able to see where he was hiding on his chest past his muzzle. "Wooyoungie, the babies are priority, right?" He just nodded, and Seonghwa waited for a reply.

"…mmhm."

"Then you need to leave San alone, and get them to safety. You wouldn't want to be the reason they get hurt, right?" Seonghwa was convincing, immediately playing to the pregnancy hormone brain to use guilt to get him to do what was right. He felt bad, hearing the poor pregnant omega whine.

"I- I need alpha, I can't leave-"

"You need to, because alpha will hurt those babies before they're even born."

"No- No, he wouldn't-"

"San wouldn't. Alpha would. If they see bruises or bite marks on your tummy during delivery, do you know what they do?" Seonghwa asked, and Wooyoung just stayed quiet. "They take the babies until they can evaluate your alpha. Did you know that?" Wooyoung did not know that. "They take them, and they let some other omega nurse them until they can make sure they're going to a safe home."

"That's not fair!" Wooyoung hissed, lips curling to bear his teeth, then he let out a little growl and bit into San's shoulder. He's just angry, and hormonal. Surprisingly, San didn't react.

"You give birth in, what, two weeks? What happens if you have bruises by then?"

"I'll f- I'll kill them! I'll rip them up! Alpha wouldn't let that happen-"

"That is not how it works, Wooyoung, you know that. Unlock the door, I'm coming in."

San didn't hesitate; He broke away, hitting the button for their garage door before grabbing a towel up off the floor, the cleanest one he could pick out in the short amount of time he had.

"No! This isn't fair!" Wooyoung yelped, San's phone hitting the floor in the scuffle, but San successfully covered his mate up and nudged him out, hiding himself behind a pile of storage boxes.

"…holy shit." Hongjoong, Seonghwa's mate spoke up, popping the door open to hurry out and collect the disoriented omega. they couldn't see Wooyoung's body, but based on the state of the garage- the stains all over the mattress, the floor, the smell- Hongjoong just hurried to pull him to their car, getting him buckled into the back seat.

"Thank god we're not alphas. I don't know how you deal with that, Wooyoungie." Seonghwa huffed, turning from the drivers seat to look him over, but he just looked… defeated.

"Yeah, I'm never complaining about making a nest again, actually." Hongjoong huffed, buckling himself into the passengers seat, again. "…what is that smell?" He covered his nose, making a worried expression at his husband, but Seonghwa just shook his head, throwing their car into reverse.

"Bath first, then doctor."

"I don't wanna go-" Wooyoung whined, watching his garage door close as they backed away.

"San will be fine without you. You need to prioritize your babies, Wooyoung." Seonghwa spoke up, and Wooyoung shrunk, gripping tight to the soiled towel he was wrapped in. "You'll be back before you know it."

Once Wooyoung had a clear head and was away from San and his oppressive alpha, he was honestly more ashamed and guilty, than anything.

None of it had even been San's fault, and he had to listen to his doctor talk about how irresponsible his alpha had been, how disgusting he was, for marking. Wooyoung just tried to ignore it, because he knew it wouldn't have happened if he'd just stayed away, like he was supposed to. But he forced himself in there, forced San to lose it, just by being close to him.

He also felt terrible, knowing what he'd done to San. How much he hurt him, by making him act like that. While it was true Wooyoung didn't actually do anything- He could argue, neither did San. He was just an alpha, and alpha's usually got more aggressive, when their mates were pregnant, that's what the doctor had told them, at their first ultrasound appointment.

Now, he held the latest ultrasound photograph in his hands, the one his OB had done just to make sure the babies were alright- Which they were, thank god. But he stared at it, while he waited for Seonghwa and Yunho to check up on San, make sure he was really out of rut before letting the fragile omega return home. He thumbed over their two little babies, then looked up from the back seat of Seonghwa's car, watching his front door swing open.

He'd only been at Seonghwa's place for the weekend, but it felt like ages, since he'd seen his alpha. Seen him at all, but also, seen him clean, seen him dressed, seen him looking healthy and clean shaven. He pulled at the door handle frantically before it popped open, watching San run to him to pull the door open, reaching to help him up carefully.

"Hi, baby." San chuffed, scooping him up in his arms before his feet could even touch the ground. "Babies." He grinned, feeling whole again, now that Wooyoung was back, Wooyoung and their pups.

"Look!" Wooyoung held the photo up excitedly, letting San see it as he walked them back toward their home. Seonghwa just smiled, and Yunho watched them, amused, because the second they were together again, nobody else existed. But, neither man could even blame them for closing the door without a word of thanks.

They'd be doing the same, if they'd been separated from their mate, like that.

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"So, all healthy. And the- The marking…? That didn't like…"

"What, do you think you hurt them with your piss?" Wooyoung snorted, watching San pout and hold the picture closer, trying to count their fingers and toes, but it just kind of looked like blobs. "No, it's fine. They're all fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung pet his hair, rolling a little to let his alpha curl in on him.

They'd gone right to bed, and Wooyoung was shocked to find their sheets and blankets had been freshly washed. The entire house had been spotless, from what he'd been able to see on his way inside. San must have worked hard, to get himself and the house presentable in just a few days.

"Thank god that's over. The doctor said a week, maybe ten days." Wooyoung smiled, letting his eyes close as he felt San curl up around him, his heavy hand sliding up over his waist.

"That's amazing, Youngie." San grinned, snuggling against his neck, scenting him over and over, so much so that Wooyoung's throat was raw, where he kept rubbing his face and nibbling.

"Ugh-" Wooyoung squirmed, the bite to his neck making him gush slick, and it was the most annoying thing ever. Like at least he was ready to pop a couple babies out, or take a knot if he needed to- But god, was it annoying. That, and the cramps that came after his slick, every time.

What's wrong, baby?" San worried, getting up on his elbow to look him over, but he just watched him hold his tummy.

"Stupid slick, I need to change…" He grumbled, and San got up immediately, moving to the closet to find him a fresh pair of sweatpants. "And- I should just shower, honestly, it's not even worth just changing." He sighed, watching San nod, then move to their bathroom to turn the water on so it could warm.

"Do you want the nice herbal soap-" San returned with a fresh fluffy towel, watching Wooyoung push his pants down, then his underwear, and he flushed pink at the way they stuck to his groin, at the slick shine between his thighs.

"Maybe… might be nice." Wooyoung answered, looking up at his husband as he stared at him, then locked eyes with him.

"Can-"

"Yeah."

They didn't even need to communicate verbally, because San could smell the arousal, and Wooyoung could smell his eagerness to please. Besides, now he knew orgasms were what helped the omega's cramps, and he'd definitely take advantage of that, if it were true.

"Just, please be gentle- My- It's all swollen, so don't be rough, please." Wooyoung huffed, plopping back onto the bed, letting San slip under his knees and get his legs over his shoulders.

"I'll take care of you." San murmured, and Wooyoung didn't miss the purr he let out, which he just echoed, watching San kiss his thigh, then feeling him kiss his groin as he disappeared over the bump of his tummy. He felt his heart hammer in his chest, when San's palm slid over his stomach, then to the side, just to hold it. His head hit the bed, when San's tongue slipped through slick folds.

"I missed you, daddy." He moaned, reaching to lace their fingers together, but San didn't come up to speak, just got right to work, tongue thrusting into his sticky entrance. "Ugh- I had to finger myself to get off, do you know how unsatisfying that is? I didn't even have a toy." Wooyoung whined, and San didn't dare open his mouth about how the last few days of his rut went. It was terrible, and painful, and he'd never tell Wooyoung about it, he was certain.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." San murmured, diving back in with his tongue, nose bumping his clit. Wooyoung just shook his head and rolled his eyes, thighs starting to shake when San took his clit into his mouth, rutting the flat of his tongue over it, over and over and over.

"Daddy, like that-" Wooyoung gasped, trying to keep his hips still, but he found himself grinding on San's face, anyway. "Nn- Stop moving, lemme-" He gripped San's short hair in his fist and San opened his mouth, stuffing his tongue against Wooyoung's swollen, dripping cunt. He just kept his tongue firm, giving his mate something to grind up against, and it seemed like that was the best decision, because he could taste it, the way he got sweeter. "Cum- cumming, oh god- Sannie, I'm cumming-" Wooyoung whimpered, curling up on himself before he threw his head back, gushing slick all over San's face and chin, his orgasm washing away all the pain and pressure in his abdomen.

"Fuck, I love how you taste…" San groaned, pulling away as Wooyoung came down, his body relaxing onto the sheets.

"Mm- Can I have more?" Wooyoung pulled on him, and San grinned, kneeling up to kiss his tummy.

"I have a better plan." He murmured, wrapping his arms around him to scoop him up carefully, and the omega just purred at him, nuzzling his neck.

"Bathtub sex is messy, Sannie." Wooyoung giggled, feeling happy and floaty before he let himself get lowered down into the warm water of the bath he drew him.

"Nah, I did some reading." San smiled, and Wooyoung just watched him, noticing the expression he was wearing was that cute, proud expression, where his dimples deepened but his smile was small. He watched him pull his clothes off, then step in behind him, but he didn't sit down, yet.

"Oh?"

"Mm. Bath helps, right? With the pain." San asked, nodding to him as he messed around with some settings.

"Yeah, something about buoyancy and… pressure? Why?" Wooyoung watched him pull the shower head down, and his eyes widened. "What-"

"Lemme just do this, ask me questions after." San bit his cheek, stuffing the shower head under the water before flicking the faucet to the correct position, and the omega felt warm water pressure beat against his thighs.

"You're crazy…" Wooyoung huffed, shifting so San could sit behind him, ever thankful for the large bathtub they'd installed, the year prior.

"After everything I put you through, last week-" San huffed, bringing the shower head down, pulling Wooyoung's knees apart, just to hook them over his own and force them apart for good. "-just let me make you feel good, please." He whispered, and Wooyoung bit his cheek, watching him click through shower head settings before the water was beating against his thigh more firmly, and he felt slick gush from him, even in the water. It was deep enough that it was helping with the pressure on his stomach, and the heat was just right, so he already felt much better.

"If you want to, but you don't-" He started, watching San finally angle the water toward his groin, and he let out a shuddered gasp when warm water beat against his swollen, hypersensitive clit. He held his breath for a second, then let out a heavy sigh, reaching to take hold of it and shift the angle, just slightly. "So nice…" He sighed, and San bit his lip, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch, bringing his other hand down to spread his folds open, exposing his cunt to more direct contact with the jet stream.

"How is it?" San asked, as if the gasping and moaning wasn't a good enough indicator. Wooyoung didn't even reply, just rolled his hips, then pushed on his hand to get him to change the angle, again.

"Don't- Don't move it-" He let out a whispered gasp, warmth beating against his clit, and now, the angle was perfect.

"Good?" San asked, trying not to get too riled up, but he was purring involuntarily, because watching his omega get off was the one thing that would always get him hard, every goddamn time.

"Don't move it, please- Oh god-" Wooyoung wound up, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as his orgasm crashed over him, only made ten times more intense by how swollen he already was, and the steady, constant pressure from the water. "Ngh- Sannie, San- Fingers-" Wooyoung was aching to be filled, all of a sudden, his cunt contracting on nothing, but San wasn't sure he could do both at the same time. "I need you inside, so bad-"

"What if- You can sit on my knot, do you want that?" San groaned, and Wooyoung keened, both of them abandoning the water for a second to readjust.

"You can knot me right now?" Wooyoung whined, shifting around, eventually just letting San do it all. He lifted him, taking hold of his dick just to slip inside sticky, tight heat. Warmer than the water they were submerged in, and Wooyoung slipped right down, right against his knot, leaning back harshly to throw his head back over his shoulder. "Good boy, shit-"

"I mean- Not right away but I will- Hold- Gimme the thingy-" San whined, swallowing the drool in his mouth when Wooyoung got the shower head for him again, letting out a pleasured moan when he felt it beat against his cunt, again. They tried to find a comfortable position, eventually managing something that allowed Wooyoung to sit comfortably, but also allowed San to angle the water pressure over his clit, just right.

"God, it's so good-" Wooyoung's toes curled and he held the sides of the bathtub, knuckles white as San figured out he could roll the jet stream over his clit, feeling his insides tighten and contract as he worked him closer. "How- How did you even think of this-" Wooyoung moaned, his head resting over San's shoulder, now, his fingers sliding over his swollen chest to pinch at his nipples.

"I read so much pregnant omega porn when you were gone, I'm sorry-" San panted, his cock aching, he wanted to move but he knew better.

"Read?"Wooyoung scoffed, reaching down to readjust the water, because San had drifted a little to the left.

"Yeah, like, fan fiction stuff-" San started, but Wooyoung tensed and took all his attention.

"Ah!" He gasped, feeling the water pressure work his clit so perfectly, bringing him to another mind blowing, cramp erasing orgasm.

"Sh-shit-" San gasped, feeling his cunt throb over and over, tensing and contracting around his cock, spread almost fully over his knot but not quite. "You like that?" San groaned, watching him nod and rub at his chest.

"Cumming like this- It's way too good, you'll have to do this every night, now…" Wooyoung groaned, then bit his lip, readjusting himself and the water, again.

"Whatever you want, baby." San sighed, feeling his thighs tremble, just a little.

"Want you to make me cum again, then, so move it." Wooyoung huffed, fully melting, holding his stomach while San blindly moved their shower head around, stopping when he felt his cunt get tight around him. "Fuck, right there-" He whimpered, and San's eyes rolled, the tensing and tightening on his cock really doing it for him. It was hardly any stimulation, but it was just enough to work him up.

"Gonna have to do this for your heat, shit-" He rolled the water pressure over his clit again, almost flicking at it, and Wooyoung sobbed, rocking his body in response, and San saw white.

"Feel you getting bigger, here-" Wooyoung drooled, reaching down to feel the base of his knot, circling his hips a little.

"Can I- I gotta cum, honey, please-" San whimpered, gripping the shower head but not really aiming it anywhere productive, so Wooyoung took it over, forcing the stream up against his clit perfectly.

"Inside, fuck me, do it-" He hissed, feeling San's fingers dig carefully into his hips to hold him up a little bit, then felt his cock start to thrust, his knot spreading him wider. Between the stretch and the constant pleasure against his clit, he came again, locking down on San's knot just as he slipped inside fully. "Yes! Fuck-" He squeaked, his spine arching forward harshly as he came, refusing the move the water pressure away, eyes rolled into his skull as his thighs quivered and tensed.

"Pussy's so perfect…so perfect, my omega…" San drooled, hiding his face in his shoulder. He pushed his palms over his stomach, holding it for him, protecting it, protecting them. There was no danger, but the gesture was still just as sweet.

"'Kay, that's- It's enough." Wooyoung huffed, dropping the shower head to let it drift away, allowing himself to fully relax back against his alpha's chest. "…thank you, San-ah." He whispered, reaching up behind him to scratch his fingers through his hair lazily, hearing him start to purr, again. And he echoed him, smiling wide before he relaxed, a little more.

"Love you, Young-ah." San muttered, rubbing at his tummy mindlessly, beyond happy and proud that his pups were safe and sound in there, and that his omega was healthy, and now, he was happy.

"Love you more, daddy." Wooyoung snorted, grinning again when he felt San pinch the fat at his hip.

"Alright, enough out of you."