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Seungmin shifted restlessly on his bed, his dog ears drooping with distress. Both his boyfriends were out—Minho at dance practice and Hyunjin at his part-time job. The omega's skin felt like it was on fire, growing more sensitive by the minute.
“Nngh... not now...” he whimpered, recognizing the telltale signs. His heat wasn’t due for another week, but his body clearly had other plans. Sweet honey-scented pheromones began filling the room. His boxers were completely ruined, omega slick soaking through to leave dark patches on the bedding.
His phone sat mockingly on the nightstand—just one call, and his alphas would rush home. But memories of Minho mentioning an important showcase and Hyunjin’s crucial shift made him whimper in frustrated restraint.
"Can't... shouldn't disturb them..." he panted, burying his face in a pile of their clothes, greedily inhaling that intoxicating blend. Minho's worn practice shirt carried sweet notes of ripe cherries mixed with a heady hint of dark chocolate, while Hyunjin's discarded hoodie held the fresh scent of sun-warmed peaches. Even as alphas, their natural pheromones had this uniquely sweet undertone that drove Seungmin wild.
He hastily made this nest. It wasn't neat like the ones he usually made—this one was rushed, messy, and born of sheer need.
Seungmin's tail curled between his legs as he clutched Minho's prized body pillow—that ridiculous squid plushie he loved to mock. It was his favorite thing to point out how stupid it looked, just to get on Minho’s nerves. And how many times had he rolled his eyes at Minho cuddling that dumb thing, when he, Seungmin, should’ve been the one in Minho’s arms? Was he seriously jealous of a pillow?
"Stupid squid," he muttered weakly. And every time Minho didn’t want to give him cuddles, fine—he wouldn’t beg. Never. Seungmin always resorted to the same tactic:
Seungmin leaned forward and sank his teeth into Minho’s arm, earning a yelp.
“Ya! Kim Seungmin! Do you want to die?” Minho growled, rubbing the offended spot.
But Seungmin was already one step ahead, his tail wagging furiously as he darted behind Hyunjin like a mischievous puppy seeking refuge. “Hyunjinnie! Protect me! Hyung’s being mean!”
Hyunjin, already used to this, spread his arms dramatically. “Not on my watch!” he declared, shielding Seungmin like a knight in shining armor.
Minho narrowed his eyes. “Hyunjin, move. That menace needs spanking.”
Hyunjin shook his head solemnly, placing a hand over his chest. “I’m sorry, hyung. But justice demands I stand by my omega.”
Seungmin peeked out from behind Hyunjin, sticking his tongue out at Minho. “That’s what you get for ignoring me,” he said smugly, his tail wagging faster.
Minho sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “Unbelievable…”
Seungmin smiled at the memory, but the warmth spreading through him soon stole his focus. Panting softly, he grabbed Hyunjin's oversized black hoodie and pulled it over the pillow, completely covering that goofy face. Pressing his chest against it, Seungmin buried his nose deep into the hood’s fabric. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the faint traces of Hyunjin’s dried sweat, That musky scent shot straight to his core, making his cock throb painfully against his already soaked boxers.
"Nnnngh...Hyunjinnie..." he whimpered, rutting pathetically against the very pillow he'd mocked so many times. In his fevered mind, he could perfectly picture Hyunjin beneath him—those plush lips parted in pleasure, blonde hair splayed across the sheets, making him leak more precum, creating a wet spot on the pillow.
"F-f...feels so good," Seungmin panted, increasing his pace. His tail curled tighter between his legs as he humped faster, chasing pleasure. The hoodie's fabric rasped against his sensitive cock through his boxers, making his thighs quiver.
His mind drifted to the mornings with Hyunjin—Sometimes, he’d wake to the press of gentle kisses trailing along his neck, accompanied by the slow grind of Hyunjin's hips against his ass, while Hyunjin’s fingers would wrap around his tiny cock, coaxing him to consciousness with measured strokes. And then there were the mornings when Hyunjin would face him, their bodies pressed together and Hyunjin would whisper "Good morning, baby" against his ear while they rocked their hips together.
"Ahh...ah...'jinnie..." Seungmin moaned breathily, burying his face in the hood to inhale more of Hyunjin's scent. His hips stuttered as he felt his orgasm building, balls drawing up tight. He felt a tingling sensation spread from his groin through his thighs as his climax approached.
"I'm gonna... ahhhHHH!" he cried out, his hips jerking as hot spurts of cum shot from his throbbing cock, soaking through his boxers and creating a spreading wet patch on both the hoodie and pillow. His tail went rigid as rope after rope of his release painted the fabric beneath him.
"Hnnnggh... hahh..." he panted, continuing to weakly thrust against the now thoroughly soiled pillow. His sensitive cock twitched with aftershocks as the last dribbles of cum leaked out.
He collapsed forward, breathing heavily as he came down from his high.
That stupid pillow now was definitely ruined.
Will Minho hyung get mad at me? Hmm whatever.
Seungmin just brushed off the thought. He couldn’t care less. His mind was clouded with need.
His cum was quickly cooling into sticky patches on the black hoodie fabric. He nuzzled into the hood, inhaling deeply. The fleeting release only dulled the ache for a moment, leaving the fire of his heat roaring hotter than ever. Simple friction wasn’t enough—he needed to be filled, knotted, bred…
Seungmin's whole body trembled with need again, his back arching as another gush of slick soaked through his ruined boxers. He writhed uncomfortably as his soaked boxers clung to his burning skin. With a desperate whimper, he kicked them off, his bare cock leaving more glistening trails across Minho’s pillow.
His nipples were puffy and sensitive through the fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt, each brush of the material sending jolts straight to his throbbing hole. He whined pitifully. His tail curled up submissively, giving anyone who walked in, a perfect view of his dripping entrance—but it was only him in the room, left to his own desperation and unfulfilled need.
Seungmin clawed desperately at his shirt, yanking it over his head with trembling hands. The cool air hit his feverish skin, making his sensitive nipples tighten into stiff peaks.
His fingers found his nipples, he gasped, "Ahh..." He rolled the sensitive nubs between his fingers. They were so sensitive that even the lightest touch had his cock twitching and leaking against the squid body pillow beneath him.
"Nngh...." he whimpered, pinching and tugging at his nipples as his body trembled. More slick gushed from his needy hole as he played with them. His tail curled up high, presenting, even though his alphas weren't there to see.
His fingers rolled them faster, twisting and pulling at his nipples as pleasure built and peaked. His whole body tensed as he cum untouched, spilling streaks of fluids across Minho's pillow yet again. His nipples throbbed and more swollen, now. His hole clenched desperately around nothing as his orgasm crashed through him.
Still not enough.
Getting on all fours, and arching his back invitingly. His tail wagged as he reached back with trembling fingers. The first brush against his twitching rim made him jolt and moan. "Hahhh...."
His middle finger slipped inside easily, his hole practically pulling it in greedily. His velvety inner walls clenched rhythmically around the digit as he started thrusting it in and out.
Squelch.....
Squelch....
Squelch…
More slick gushed out around his finger with each movement.
"M-more..." Seungmin gasped, quickly adding a second finger alongside the first. His pointed ears twitched and swiveled at the lewd wet sounds of his fingers pumping into his dripping hole. His cock hung heavy between his legs, hard again.
Three fingers now, stretching himself wider as he fucked back onto them desperately. But it wasn't enough—his fingers were too short to reach that spot that made him see stars, too slim to satisfy his heat-driven need to be filled and stretched.
His body craved more—needed more. His slick hole pulsed and dripped with renewed desperation, every throb a plea to be stretched, stuffed, utterly full, so badly.
With trembling hands, Seungmin reached into the nightstand drawer, fumbling for the thick dildo inside. Its design was a girthy length with a prominent knot at the base, made to mimic the real thing. He rarely needed to use it—not when his alphas were always so eager to satisfy his every craving.
Minho especially loved teaching him "lessons" whenever Seungmin acted bratty, pinning him down before absolutely wrecking him. Those encounters always left Seungmin's throat raw from screaming, and his body littered with possessive marks. The alpha knew exactly how to push his limits, when to be rough and commanding.
Meanwhile, Hyunjin's touches were always reverent, treating Seungmin like something precious. He'd worship every inch of skin with gentle kisses, whispering sweet praises as he made love to him slow and deep. Those nights left Seungmin feeling cherished and thoroughly adored.
And when they all made love together...
It was perfect, with Minho's dominant intensity balanced by Hyunjin's tender passion.
One would praise while the other degraded, his alphas' different dynamics always left him delirious with ecstasy.
But now he was alone with just this silicone imitation, a poor substitute for his mates' perfect cocks. His honey-brown ears were flattened against his sweaty hair, tail curled tightly. He lay sprawled on the bed with his back pressed against the mattress, his legs trembling and spread wide.
The thick scent of his slick filled the room as he worked himself open, pretty pink rim stretching easily around his fingers. Four digits scissored and twisted, preparing him for what was to come. His other hand trembled as he pressed the blunt head of the dildo against his entrance.
"Hhnnng... 'jinnie..." Seungmin mewled, burying his face in Hyunjin's other worn hoodie, A grey one, this time. The scent made his head spin with need as he worked the thick toy deeper. His rim stretched obscenely wide around the girthy shaft, swallowing it inch by devastating inch.
He pictured Hyunjin’s cock—that he loved to trace with his tongue, and always hitting him just right. He imagined Hyunjin above him, pretty hair falling in his face as he ruthlessly fucked him, pounding into his needy, slick hole. Seungmin moved his hand quickly, pumping the toy while his mind lost in the fantasy of Hyunjin fucking him.
But his fantasy didn’t stop there. "M-Minho hyung..." he whimpered. He could almost feel Minho's hungry gaze on him as he waited his turn, stroking himself while watching Hyunjin breed him.
"Such a needy little pup," fantasy-Minho purred, "Think you can take us both like the good boy you are?"
"Yesss..." Seungmin whined, his hole clenching at the thought.
And then Minho would join them, pressing his cock against his stretched entrance alongside Hyunjin. He loves the feeling of his alphas’ dicks.
Hyunjin's cock was longer than average. With a veiny shaft that created delicious ridges, especially one thick vein running along the underside. The head, slightly wider than his shaft. When fully hard, the tip would flush an almost pretty pink color, matching Hyunjin's plush lips.
Minho's cock, by contrast, was pure thickness—significantly girthier, with a straight shaft that stretched Seungmin's hole to its absolute limit. The head was fat, and would force his rim to stretch obscenely wide. His shaft was smoother but thicker at the base, perfect for when his knot would swell.
"Ahhhn..." Seungmin moaned as his another orgasm crashed through him just by picturing his alphas' perfect cocks. His small omega length spurted untouched across his stomach as his hole clenched desperately around the toy.
But his heat-drunk body isn't nearly satisfied. Before the aftershocks even faded, he forced the knot inside, imagining how they'd praise him for taking it so well, and for being such a needy little pup. He worked the dildo faster, chasing another release. His hole desperately clenched around it, though it wasn’t as big or satisfying as his alphas….
And that realization hit him hard. Neither of his boyfriends were home. He was all alone, trapped in this unbearable heat with nothing but a toy and his imagination. Tears streaking his flushed cheeks as frustration and need twisted together in his chest. He felt so empty, so overwhelmed by the craving for their touch, their knots, their cum.
Seungmin sobbed, his tears dampening Hyunjin's hoodie as he thrust the toy in deeper, chasing the satisfaction his body so desperately needed but still feeling the ache of loneliness in their absence.
The knot breached his rim again and again, and after a while, his cock spurted untouched as his inner walls clamped down vice-tight around the toy. But even as he came, his heat-drunk mind wanted more. His puffy hole fluttered around the thick base.
His honey-brown ears drooped with distress as he lay there impaled on the dildo, face tear-stained and body covered in sweat and cum. The room was suffused with his heat scent—sweet honey that clung to the air like a sticky haze.
But there was a sharp undertone now, a faint sourness curling at the edges of the sweetness. A desperate cry for comfort. He needed his alphas—needed to be bred and claimed properly.
He whimpered brokenly, hips moving in small circles around the knot as another wave of heat made him whine with need. His cock hardened again as his body demanded more stimulation. The heat was far from over—he'd be desperate and needy until his alphas returned to properly satisfy him.
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The bond between Minho, Hyunjin, and Seungmin wasn’t just love. On their first year anniversary of being together, they strengthened their relationship with mating marks etched onto their scent glands. These marks weren’t just physical. They wove their souls together in what was known as the blood link. This link allowed them to sense one another’s presence, share emotions, and, in moments of distress, endure each other’s pain.
Across the city, Minho and Hyunjin felt it: Seungmin’s suffering.
Hyunjin, who was deep into his shift at work, leaned against the counter, wiping his brow as a strange unease settled in his chest. His heart thudded painfully fast, he felt restless. He clenched his phone tightly, calling Minho with urgency.
“Hyung,” Hyunjin said as soon as the call connected, his voice tight. “I don’t feel right about Seungmin. My chest—something’s off. Can you go home? Quickly?”
Minho, still at the dance studio after practice, froze mid-step. His blood had been simmering since earlier, a faint but nagging sense of discomfort growing stronger. Hyunjin’s words confirmed what his instincts were screaming. “I’m already heading out,” he replied, grabbing his bag and leaving the studio without even changing out of his dancewear.
“Once my shift ends, I’ll head straight home,” Hyunjin added quickly.
“Okay. See you at home,” Minho said, his tone clipped with urgency.
“Love you, Hyung,” Hyunjin said softly.
“Love you too,” Minho replied without hesitation, and the line went silent as Hyunjin ended the call.