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Jeongin had been sensitive his whole life.

It had started with textures. Even as a baby he would cry and fuss if his clothing was too tight, or too scratchy, or too rough. It didn’t change as he grew up, and he found himself always drawn towards baggier clothes that were softer and easier on his skin.

When he met his mates, they could immediately tell that he was more sensitive than the rest of them, and when he presented as an omega it only seemed to get worse. All it took was some calculated touches before he was leaking in his underwear, his body only needing the smallest of stimulations before it was producing slick. They learned not to touch him too much when they were in public, to save their more physical affections for when they were safe at home away from anyone else.

He’d thought that it would fade as he got older, once he wasn’t newly presented anymore. But his sensitivity to his mates’ touches never went away, and he just learned to live with it.

It was embarrassing, sometimes, when he’d get all hot and bothered for things that wouldn’t have the other omegas batting an eye. When he would slick a ridiculous amount while the others watched in amusement.

His pack was good to him, though. They never made him feel bad about his sensitivity, never teased him meanly about how much he slicked. It was the opposite, really. For some reason his mates seemed obsessed with how easy it was to work him up, how much he reacted to their touches. When they were together sometimes they would make a game out of it, trying to see how little it took for him to ruin a pair of underwear.

It seemed that on that particular Friday his boyfriends had it out for him. When he left his room in the morning, hair damp from his shower, Chan was already in the kitchen heating up a pan. His attention shifted to Jeongin as he entered the room, though, and he quickly abandoned the stove to run over. Jeongin was too sleepy to move out of the way quick enough before Chan was on him, squeezing him into a tight hug.

He grunted and complained, “hyung.”

It wasn’t quite unlike Chan to be affectionate in the morning. He was always tired after waking up and now that Jeongin and he lived together alone, Jeongin ended up taking the brunt end of his hyung’s sleepy morning cuddles more often than not, but today Chan’s affection was more…enthusiastic.

His hug was tighter than usual and the alpha wasn’t wearing a shirt so Jeongin’s cheek got squished against his bare shoulder.

He squirmed in Chan’s hold, overwhelmed by the feeling on Chan’s warm skin on his face so early in the morning. It made him want to drag the alpha back to bed and stay there all day. He inhaled a lungful of Chan’s beachy scent, the strong saltwater making his eyes droop a little as Chan melted into him.

“You always smell so good in the morning,” Chan mumbled sleepily, and he nuzzled his face into Jeongin’s scent gland that was slowly pumping out sweet cinnamon. “Our cinnamon toast.”

“Hyung,” he complained again, but he wasn’t doing a very good job at trying to get away.

Chan relaxed his grip around him, but only so he could bring his nose out of his neck and press a kiss to his lips.

Jeongin shivered as Chan’s hands rubbed up and down his sides as they kissed, goosebumps erupting on his skin from the soft touches.

His heat was coming up in about a week or so, he had to remind himself. That’s why he was feeling even more sensitive than usual. He suspected that his pre-heat would probably start in a couple days.

He leaned into the kiss and parted his mouth enough for Chan to slip his tongue inside, wondering if the alpha remembered that his heat was coming up.

He must, Jeongin thought, because Chan was always having to schedule things with the company around their heat and rut cycles, so the alpha must know that Jeongin will be even more sensitive than usual today.

Which is why it surprised him when Chan deepened the kiss and tightened his grip on him.

Jeongin gasped into his mouth, and to his horror felt his underwear get a little wet. He pulled away quickly, face burning since he was sure Chan must be able to smell the slick escaping him.

Chan let him go, and he didn’t show anything in his expression as Jeongin backed up and mumbled something about using the bathroom.

“I’ll have breakfast ready when you get back,” he said as Jeongin scurried out of the room, hoping that there was no visible stain on his boxers.

He made a quick change once he was in his bathroom, cringing at the sight of slick that greeted him when he peeled his underwear off.

He needed to keep his distance from the members today, he decided. And for the next couple days as well. They were usually pretty good at leaving him alone throughout the day, knowing that he was sensitive and didn’t want to show the cameras how much he reacted to their touch, but today he seemed to be extra worked up for some reason.

Just in case, he threw in several extra pairs of underwear into his bag, hoping he wouldn’t have to use them.

Chan didn’t mention anything about earlier over breakfast, and they ate mostly in silence, both of them clearly still tired this early in the morning.

They were spending almost the entire day in the dance studio today working on some choreographies for an upcoming performance.

Jisung had bombarded him as soon as he and Chan had walked in the door, the omega flinging his arms around him for some reason.

Jeongin grunted at the force of it and took a step backwards but Jisung just clung on tighter.

“I missed you,” he whined. “It’s too much for us to be separated at night, Innie. I need my baby omega with me at all times.”

“You survive just fine with Minho hyung,” Jeongin grumbled. “And I’m not sure why you would need me at night when you spend all day hanging off me.” He was trying to act indifferent, but really after how touchy Chan had been this morning and his little slick accident he was a bit cautious, worried that if Jisung insisted on being obsessed with him today his extra underwear might have to be used after all.

It wasn’t helping that Jisung had decided he needed a scenting on top of the hugging. Just like Chan this morning he pressed his nose to Jeongin’s scent gland and inhaled before bringing his wrist up to rub against it.

Jeongin squirmed as Jisung’s honey scent filled his nostrils. He loved his scent (all of his mates’ scents) but being overwhelmed with them in public was something he usually tried to avoid. Especially today when he already felt sensitive.

“Hyung,” he complained. “You can’t do that when we’re not at home.”

“We’re the only ones here, Iyennie,” Jisung said, and that was true. There weren’t any staff with them so it was only their pack members present, but still.

“And if you send me into heat?” Jeongin said, a little desperate for an excuse. “Then what? All the alphas in the building will smell it and come looking for me.”

It was a lousy excuse, he knew, because there was no way a bit of scenting would ever send him into heat this far away from it, but Jisung’s omega wasn’t always the brightest when you knew how to provoke it. He pulled back sharply at the words, his scent going a little darker with the rush of protectiveness he must be feeling.

“You’re going into heat?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “No, but I might if you keep climbing all over me.”

Jisung took a dramatic step back, giving him a once over with his eyes before scurrying across the room to Chan. Jeongin watched him go fondly, knowing that Chan would laugh at him and help him realize that, no, he did not almost send Jeongin into heat at work and in a couple minutes Jisung would be wearing that cute blush that always paints his cheeks when he realizes he was being a gullible fool.

He warmed up on his own, stretching in the corner and trying not to think about how Jisung’s scent still clung to his skin and wasn’t letting him fully focus.

Hyunjin, to his dismay, had spotted the fact that he was alone and broke off from where he and Felix had been chatting. If Jisung were acting obsessed with him today it was nothing compared to how Hyunjin could act, and he knew the alpha wouldn’t be warded off as easily.

“All by yourself, Ayen?” He asked, sitting next to Jeongin as he stretched out his calves. “Don’t you love us?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jeongin said, but that was a mistake since Hyunjin was immediately reaching for him, grabbing him by the head and pulling it into Hyunjin’s lap.

“I’m never dramatic!” He exclaimed as his hands rubbed all over Jeongin’s head, messing up his hair before leaning down to smush his face into it and sniffing loudly.

“Let me go!” Jeongin squirmed and tried to pull away but Hyunjin had a death grip on his head that was unrelenting so eventually he settled for flopping down and hoping that Hyunjin would soon think he was too heavy.

But Hyunjin seemed content to keep his nose in his hair, and Jeongin was trying very hard not to think about how close he currently was to Hyunjin’s crotch, to the scent glands on his inner thighs that were clearly not being covered by any scent patches.

He willed his body not to think dirty thoughts as Hyunjin held him in place and when the tiniest amount of slick leaked out of his hole from being so blatantly overpowered he prayed with everything he had that Hyunjin wouldn’t smell it.

Hyunjin let him go only when Minho called out to the both of them that practice was starting, and Jeongin took a deep breath as Hyunjin retreated to the rest of the group, sniffing discreetly to make sure none of his mates would be able to detect the slight sweetening of his scent.

Satisfied that they wouldn’t he joined them, and he soon forgot about the small amount of slick in his underwear since Minho was showing them no mercy this practice and the stench of sweat soon covered up anything else.

They practiced for several hours, and Jeongin was grateful that his mates seemed to be giving him the usual distance they normally allowed him in public, aside from a couple arms around his shoulders or some hair ruffling, but he could deal with that.

He eyed the way Seungmin was being smothered by Felix and Changbin during breaks and he kept a close watch on Hyunjin to make sure the alpha wasn’t getting ready to pounce again.

He was tired after hours of practice, they all were, and it was beginning to show in the way they danced. Their movements got a bit sloppier, and more mistakes were being made because their brains were too exhausted to think straight.

Minho gave them a break soon after and Jeongin flopped to the ground after grabbing his water bottle, breathing heavily as he downed most of its contents.

Changbin took a seat next to him, drinking his own water.

“Jeongin-ah,” he said when he was finished. “Let me finish your water.”

“Go fill yours back up, hyung,” Jeongin said, clutching his own water bottle to his chest. He was done drinking, and there was some more left, but he knew he’d get thirsty again and didn’t want to have to refill it.

“The water fountain’s all the way in the hallway,” Changbin whined. “Just let me finish yours.”

He reached for Jeongin’s bottle but Jeongin was quick to lean away, holding it out of reach.

He could see the exact moment the playful glimmer in Changbin’s eyes appeared, and he groaned inwardly as Changbin surged forward, nearly landing clean on top of him.

He struggled, batting at Changbin with his hands but unfortunately, as much as he worked out and had built up a pretty nice set of muscles, Changbin’s strength would always be superior to him.

He was pinned down in only a few seconds as Changbin got a grip on both of his wrists and held them down to the ground so he could pry his water bottle from them.

But he didn’t pull away, choosing instead to toss the water bottle to the side and stay on top of Jeongin, watching him try to free himself with amusement.

“Let me go!” Jeongin cried, twisting futilely in Changbin’s unrelenting grip. It wasn’t like him to do this outside someone’s apartment, but even through his sudden panic Jeongin couldn’t help the way his omega delighted at being held down by one of his alphas in a clear display of strength, just like Hyunjin had done earlier but worse.

He saw Minho approach them out of the corner of his eye and his heart sank at the predatory look in their pack omega’s eyes as he saw Jeongin pinned to the floor.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, crouching down next to him. “Is the baby being bratty?”

“Changbin hyung's being an ass,” Jeongin replied, trying to pull his wrists off the floor. His omega shivered when he was unable to move an inch. “Tell him to let me go so we can continue practice.”

But Minho had no plans to help him, which really shouldn’t have surprised him. He reached out instead, aiming for Jeongin’s unprotected stomach. He squeezed, digging his fingers into his tummy. Jeongin screeched, fighting against both of them as Minho ticked him playfully. If having Changbin hold his hands up to expose his stomach was already enough to have his omega purring then Minho taking advantage of that and pressing his hands into such a vulnerable spot was even more overwhelming.

He squeezed his thighs together but it did nothing to stop the sudden rush of slick that came out of his ass, wetting his boxers and causing him to whine, fighting even harder to get away.

He saw the way Changbin and Minho’s noses twitched and knew there was no way he could rely on sweat to cover up the smell of his slick this time.

Changbin smirked, and let up on his wrists enough that Jeongin could yank them away, sitting up quickly and tugging his shorts away from where they were sticking to his ass.

He backed up from the two of them who were curiously staying quiet, but their eyes were tracking Jeongin with something he couldn’t quite decipher.

He mumbled something about the bathroom and for the second time that day he fled the room, grabbing his bag not-so-subtly on the way out. His face burned as he ran down the hallway, sure that the rest of his mates must have gotten a whiff of him as he flew past them.

He slipped into a stall, relieved that the bathroom was empty so he could have some privacy. Blushing and furious with himself he once again pulled his wet boxers off his body, pausing as he realized he wasn’t sure where to put them now. Folding them cautiously he slipped into a new pair and pulled his pants back up before venturing out into the main bathroom to grab a fistful of paper towels to stuff the underwear in.

He shoved them into the bottom of his bag, hoping his mates wouldn’t be able to smell them in there, and then spent a minute splashing water onto his face in an attempt to get rid of the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

The practice room was suspiciously quiet when he walked back in, even though the rest of the pack was all huddled together. There was a shit eating smirk on Minho’s face.

“Ready to keep going, Jeongin?” Chan asked him, his expression schooled neutral. “We’re just gonna do another hour and then we’ll head home.”

“Okay, hyung,” he said, unsure of whether Changbin and Minho had told on him, “I’m all ready.”

So they kept going, and Minho pushed them hard in the final stretch until they were all groaning and sweating buckets, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto the floor and sleep for hours. Finally, Minho announced that they were done.

Jeongin’s knees gave out under him and he dropped to the floor, hoping to melt into a puddle and stay there for all eternity. Felix joined him, sprawling out next to him while trying to catch his breath.

“That was a lot,” he said, panting.

Jeongin hummed in agreement, too tired to try talking right now. Felix was close enough that his vanilla was seeping into Jeongin’s nose and he closed his eyes, savoring it.

“You’ve looked tense today, Innie,” Felix continued, laying a hand on Jeongin’s calf. “You want a massage?”

Jeongin hummed again, absent mindedly, and kept his eyes closed. He felt like he could fall asleep, and Felix’s massages were heavenly.

Felix dug his fingers into his calf, being much gentler than Minho had been earlier. His touch was firm but careful and it felt so good after being on his feet all day.

Felix massaged the arch of his foot, around his ankles, and worked out the tense muscles of his calves. He squirmed when Felix moved to his inner knees, cracking one eye open to see the slight smirk on Felix’s face as he worked on that area.

He tried to pull his legs away from the ticklish feeling but Felix was already moving on, climbing higher with his hands. Jeongin watched with apprehensive eyes as Felix’s fingers found his thighs and he took a deep, shaky breath in.

“You’re still so tense, Iyen-ah,” Felix cooed, but there was a new edge to his voice now. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the rest of the room was paying attention to them and not doing a very good job of being subtle about it.

Felix moved so that instead of sitting beside Jeongin he was in between his legs, preventing them from closing as he kept digging into the sore muscles of his inner thighs.

Jeongin was going to start leaking again.

Fuck.

He was starting to think that maybe he’d been a little naive today…that maybe his mates had been plotting against him for some reason.

Felix tightened his grip on his thighs menacingly to keep him in place. But Jeongin had realized that he really stood no chance if this was some pre-planned scheme against him, so he was starting to wonder if this would go better for him if he complied.

Felix was watching him closely, like he could tell that Jeongin had figured them out. “You’re thinking hard, Innie,” he said coyly. “You wanna share with the class?”

He paired his words with a rub of his thumbs over the sensitive inner crease of his thighs through his shorts.

His underwear were damp again.

Damn, they’d only lasted an hour.

He whimpered as slick leaked down his crack, and he didn’t know how to respond to Felix.

“Channie hyung has invited us all over to your place tonight,” Felix continued, and Jeongin gulped. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

He kept rubbing the crease of his thigh and Jeongin’s breath hitched as tingles spread through his body, unable to help it as another stream of slick leaked out of him.

He still wasn’t quite sure what was going on. How long had they been planning this? Since this morning? When Chan had kissed him and gotten him worked up this morning, was that already part of it?

The others were getting closer to him and Felix, forming a kind of semi circle around them.

“Ready to head out?” Chan addressed the question to Felix, not Jeongin who had his legs forcibly spread, flushed and wide-eyed and leaking slick.

“Smells good over here,” Changbin said innocently, and Jeongin avoided all of their eyes as Felix finally let go of his thighs and backed away so he could close them. They all watched as he stood up, glancing around nervously and unsure of what was happening next.

“Come on,” Seungmin stepped forward, lacing their hands together. “We’re all going to your place. Wanna ride together?”

Jeongin nodded mutely, gripping Seungmin’s hand tightly in his own as his hyung led him out of the practice room, the others trailing behind him. He didn’t love walking through the company when he knew he smelled of slick, but as soon as they got out of the practice room Seungmin started pumping out an excessive amount of pheromones until his strong coffee scent was the only thing his nose could detect, and he knew anyone that passed them would be so overwhelmed with it that they wouldn’t be able to smell anything from Jeongin.

Seungmin’s scent was a lot, and it wasn’t helping Jeongin as he tried to distract himself from the feeling of his wet underwear sticking to him, but he was still grateful.

They made it to the car after only passing a couple people (who all stared at Seungmin who was practically filling the whole building with his coffee scent at this point, but the omega didn’t seem to care) and Seungmin climbed in right after him, practically crowding him against his seat.

“I can buckle myself, hyung,” he said as Seungmin tried to do it for him.

“Afraid I’m going to make you leak more?” Seungmin teased, and Jeongin blushed bright red.

“I’m not leaking,” he hissed as Felix and Hyunjin climbed in their car as well. “Be quiet, hyung.”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue further as the car started moving.

The other three conversed during the ride but Jeongin was too busy watching their driver nervously. Could he smell him? Seungmin’s scent was still the strongest in the car (as it usually was, his coffee was always so noticeable) but Jeongin kept catching whiffs of his own cinnamon, way too sweet to mean anything other than he was slicking up, so could their driver smell hints of it too?

As if he could read his thoughts, Felix caught his eye and then the scent of vanilla in the car was getting stronger as well, and between that and the coffee Jeongin struggled to smell himself anymore. He relaxed for the rest of the ride until they were pulling up to his and Chan’s dorm.

He felt like he was being escorted by the way Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin formed a little circle around him as they got out, and the rest of them walked over to his car instead of going straight in like they usually would.

They flocked around him as they made their way upstairs to their dorm, and Chan fumbled with the keys before letting them all in.

Seungmin grabbed his hand again, pulling him over to the couch after they’d kicked their shoes off. He pushed Jeongin down and then settled himself on his lap.

Finding himself with an armful of Seungmin, Jeongin brought his arms up to wrap around him. Seungmin was pressed to him all over, and he’d let up on his scent a little but it was still a bit overwhelming for Jeongin’s nose. He just smelled so good, and when he was already sensitive and worked up it only served to make him more so. His body was reacting just from having Seungmin on top of him, in his arms. Seungmin never even fucked him but for someone reason he was leaking like he was preparing for it.

Seungmin nuzzled into his neck and Jeongin’s heart skipped a beat. He felt like a livewire, like any small touch would feel a hundred times stronger right now. Seungmin’s nose brushed lightly over his adam's apple before his tongue poked out for a small taste.

“Don’t keep him to yourself,” he heard Chan say, and he looked over Seungmin’s shoulder to see the rest of them watching. “The rest of us need a turn with him too, Seungminnie.”

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Felix said. “He’s got plenty of energy for all of us. Right Innie?”

Jeongin whimpered, not saying anything.

“You smell good,” Changbin rumbled, approaching the couch and gently pushing Seungmin off of him. “I can smell you slicking up from all the way across the room. Though,” he added, kneeling down so he was between Jeongin’s legs, “I bet you’d smell even better if we took these off, hm?” He fingered the waistband of Jeongin’s shorts, tickling the soft skin of his stomach.

“Hyung…” he breathed out. “What’s with you all today? Why’re you being like this?”

“No particular reason,” Changbin said, his hands sliding Jeongin’s shorts slowly down his thighs. Jeongin let him, though he was still bewildered.

“Chan hyung told us all about how you slicked up this morning just from a little kissing, Jeonginnie,” Minho said. “Imagine how surprised our pack alpha was when he smelled you leaking everywhere after a little peck on the lips? You’re boosting his ego, you know. It’s not good for him.”

“It was more than just a peck,” Jeongin argued, trying to bat Changbin’s hands away from his underwear.

“Oh?” Minho raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t deny that you were leaking all over like a newly presented pup?”

Jeongin glared at him

“And he’ll be doing it again,” Hyunjin said. “You’ll be soaked by the time we’re done with you tonight, Ayen, I can promise that.”

“He’s already soaked,” Changbin said appreciatively, placing his hands on Jeongin’s knees to spread them. “Look, see how wet his underwear are?”

Jeongin couldn’t see for himself, but from what he could feel he could imagine there was a fairly sizable wet patch. He tried to close his knees, embarrassed, but Changbin didn’t let him.

“Don’t hide from us, pretty omega,” he scolded. “We love how much you slick for us.”

“And like Hyunjin said,” Felix told him, "there'll be plenty more of that tonight so no use trying to deny it. Embrace it, baby.”

“‘S embarrassing,” instead of trying to get Changbin’s hands off him he brought them up to his face instead. “None of the others slick this easy.”

“Our baby’s sensitive,” Chan cooed. “Nothing wrong with that, Innie.”

“Makes it easier to fuck you,” Seungmin said from his side, and Jeongin took one of his hands away from his face to swat at him.

“I wanna taste you,” Changbin said, his gaze still fixed between his legs. “Please, baby? Can I taste you?”

Jeongin whined, blushing impossibly deeper. His body reacted to the words alone and a glob of slick escaped him, further wetting his underwear. He knew Changbin could smell it from the way his nose twitched and his eyes lit up.

“Yeah? You want that, baby? Want me to eat you out, give you a nice orgasm?”

Jeongin nodded, hiding behind his hands again and unable to look at any of them. He wanted to be disgusted by the idea of Changbin literally eating the slick out of him but…hadn’t he done the same thing before with the other omegas? Didn’t the sight and smell of their slick make him want to swallow it all up as well?

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” Chan said. “We’ll get you laid out on the bed, Innie, nice and comfortable and then we can just change the sheets afterwards.”

“Your mattress is waterproof,” Seungmin smirked, “so you can get as wet as you want in there.”

Jeongin glared again but then Changbin was lifting him up so effortlessly that more slick leaked out of him and he quickly brought a hand to his butt, trying to cover it.

“We can all smell it, Jeongin, that doesn’t do anything,” Felix chided. “You like being picked up like that, hm? Like it when your big, strong alpha picks you up like it’s nothing?”

“Shut up, hyung,” he said, but Changbin was whisking him off to his bedroom in his arms and he watched as the others trailed behind, looking excited.

Changbin set him down gently in the middle of the bed in a way that made Jeongin feel like he was the main course in a dinner, about to be feasted on. In a way, he was, he thought, and that made him shiver. Changbin was looking down at him hungrily and he brought his hands up to the waistband of Jeongin’s boxers as the others filed in.

He peeled them off slowly and Jeongin cringed at the sight of slick smeared all over his inner thighs. His boxers were shining with it too and he was horrified when Changbin tossed them behind him only for Hyunjin to dart forward and grab them.

“I’ll hang onto these for you,” he smirked, and he looked Jeongin dead in the eyes as he brought them up to his face and took a deep, long sniff.

“That’s disgusting,” Jeongin said at the same time as Felix announced, “me next, hyung.”

“I don’t think you realize how obsessed we are with you,” Changbin said, coaxing his arms up so he could remove his shirt and then spreading his knees again now that he was completely bare.

Jeongin felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable as Changbin parted his legs, exposing his hole for them all to see. He was leaking continuously now, a steady stream of slick making its way out of him and down his crack, just from having all their attention on him. Being the only one naked made it much worse, but for some reason his omega seemed to really like that.

Changbin was looking at him like he was some kind of rare, precious treasure. “Gonna make you feel so good,” he said as he scooted back to lay on his stomach, his face inches from Jeongin’s hole. “Gonna make you come, baby, and I’m gonna eat up everything you give me.”

Jeongin shivered again, tempted to close his legs but Changbin’s shoulders prevented that.

He held his breath as Changbin leaned in, and the first press of his tongue against his rim made him jump, but the rush of slick that poured out made it clear that he liked the feeling.

Changbin groaned, and instead of going right back to his hole he licked around his thighs, drinking up all of the slick that had been smeared there while he’d been making a mess of his underwear.

“So good,” he mumbled before diving right back in, “it’s so good, Innie, fuck. Could have this for every meal and never wish for something different.”

He went back to his hole, pressing his mouth around it and sucking to coax out another wave of slick. Jeongin was trembling already, the feeling of Changbin’s wet tongue against him making goosebumps rise up along his skin and his stomach tightened as he tried to cope.

He squirmed as Changbin licked broad strokes from his hole up to his balls, the slurping noise as he tried to drink up every last drop echoing around the room and humiliating him. Even worse, his underwear were in Felix’s hands now and he kept seeing the omega sneak sniffs here and there when he thought Jeongin wasn’t paying attention. It couldn’t smell that good, could it?

But it was all he could smell, right now. The room was drenched with his sweet cinnamon and it almost made his nose burn from how strong it had gotten since Changbin had gotten between his legs.

Changbin licked at his hole again, pressing his tongue firmly against the muscle and using enough pressure that he barely slipped inside.

Jeongin gasped, but the alpha retreated just as quickly and licked up the slick that had escaped from that one little press inside. He could see the way Changbin’s cheeks and chin were completely drenched, and Minho must have too because he approached them and used two fingers to collect some of Jeongin’s slick off Changbin’s face, popping them into his mouth for a taste of his own. His eyes darkened.

“Delicious,” he said. “No wonder Changbinnie looks so out of it. He’ll get drunk down there, soon enough.”

“I want a taste,” Seungmin whined, and Minho turned to him.

“I’m sure we’ll all get a taste sometime tonight, Seunminnie,” he reassured. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Jeongin was breathing hard, his chest heaving just from Changbin licking at him. He pressed his tongue to his hole again and pushed inside, going in further this time like he had moved on to collecting slick right from the source.

Jeongin moaned, pushing his hips down onto Changbin’s face and smearing slick further across his cheeks. He was being stretched out now, and the slight burn had tingles running through his body as he breathed around the intrusion. He was like a faucet, and slick kept escaping past Changbin’s tongue to collect on his thighs and the bedsheets.

Changbin was making noises too, little grunts and groans as he feasted, like Jeongin was the best meal he’d ever had in his life. His omega loved it. Loved knowing that his alpha enjoyed the taste of him so much, loved knowing his slick was so pleasurable to him. It only made him wetter.

Changbin grabbed his ass, pulling him closer and tonguing deeper inside. Jeongin keened, his hands grasping at the bed sheets as he gasped for breath. Changbin felt so deep and he was using his tongue to press deliciously at his walls. His lips and teeth grazed the outside of his rim and drove him crazy.

He could feel himself gushing into Changbin’s mouth, his body expelling a ridiculous amount of slick which was clearly just what his mates wanted.

Changbin’s fingers were digging into his ass, using an almost bruising pressure to keep him in place while Changbin devoured him. There were tears threatening to sting his eyes from how overwhelmed he was getting.

Changbin’s hands left his ass, then, and moved to his thighs. Jeongin gasped as he dug his fingers into his sensitive inner thighs and immediately more slick poured out of him. Realizing he’d found a shortcut, Changbin doubled down, massaging the crease of his thighs with his fingers to coax a continuous rush of slick out of him.

He could see Changbin’s throat bobbing as he swallowed, and Jeongin wondered if he would start to feel full. The thought of Changbin’s belly being full of his slick, as if it were a full meal, drove him insane. He brought his hand down to grab at Changbin’s hair, using his grip to grind into his face.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe properly, and his hips twitched up as his stomach tightened. He was close, and he knew Changbin would appreciate the flood of slick that he would get when Jeongin came.

“‘M close, alpha,” he whined, tugging Changbin’s hair.

Changbin moaned, pushing his face in deeper and using his tongue to piston in and out of Jeongin’s slicked hole. He could see his other mates around them, having started playing with each other as well. Minho had Felix on his knees, forcing his cock down their freckled boyfriend’s throat, and Chan was being ambushed by Jisung and Hyunjin, both of them trying to fit on his lap at the same time. Seungmin was between the two groups, fingering himself as his head swiveled back and forth. He caught Jeongin’s eye and grinned, spreading his legs a bit more to give Jeongin a clear view of his hole as his fingers thrust in and out. There was slick pushing its way out past his fingers and Jeongin thought that maybe he could understand how his mates felt because he wanted to taste it.

He had to look away as his mouth watered. Changbin was doubling down on him and his body writhed on the bedsheets as Changbin’s tongue reached deep inside of him, curling to collect his slick and bring it back into his mouth.

“Alpha,” he breathed as Changbin caressed his inner thighs, butterflies flying around his stomach. “Alpha, I’m gonna come.”

Changbin’s muffled moan was all the response he got. He brought his tongue out to lick broad strokes across his hole once more and Jeongin arched into the touch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sheets.

His eyes rolled back as Changbin entered him again, and Jeongin wasn’t sure he could breathe properly with how much his face was squished against his ass.

He took gasping breaths in as the coil in his stomach tightened more and more, until all his muscles were tensed and his hips were lifted fully off the bed, whining desperately.

Changbin sucked harshly at his rim and paired it with a perfectly aimed jab at his prostate, and the coil in Jeongin’s stomach snapped.

He cried out, slick gushing out of him straight onto Changbin’s tongue as he came. He crashed over the edge, keening as Changbin kept a tight hold on his thighs to prevent him from pulling away as he mouthed desperately at his hole, trying to collect all the slick pouring out but there was too much and it leaked down his chin and his neck.

His dick was twitching as cum spilled onto his stomach, making an even bigger mess of him.

“Hyung,” he gasped as Changbin slipped his tongue out and started licking around his trembling thighs again, slurping up all the slick he’d missed.

His face was soaked and glistening, slick coating every inch of him. There was even slick in his hair, Jeongin realized.

“Hyung, you’re soaked,” he said as Changbin finally came up for breath, seemingly satisfied that he’d collected every bit of slick off of him.

“I love it,” Changbin responded. “I love you.”

Jeongin looked away, embarrassed.

“Don’t think we’re done with you,” Changbin said. “You’ve still got a long night ahead, baby omega. You haven’t even taken a knot yet.”

If Jeongin was embarrassed before at Changbin’s affection, he was even more embarrassed by the way his dick twitched and a glob of slick leaked out his hole just from the mention of getting a knot.

Changbin smirked. “You like that? Wanna take someone’s knot, omega? Whose is it gonna be, I wonder?”

“Mine.” There was no room for argument in Chan’s voice as he untangled himself from Jisung and Hyunjin, standing up to approach the bed. “I get first dibs.”

Jeongin thought that maybe he should feel a little scared at the feral look in Chan’s eyes as he climbed up the bed towards them, but his body leaked more slick like it was excited.

“You’ve got a little something here, Binnie,” Chan said, taking his eyes off Jeongin to wipe at Changbin’s face like Minho had done earlier, collecting some of the drying slick off of it and using his tongue to clean off his fingers.

“I still want more,” Changbin murmured.

“We need to collect this stuff from you sometime, Innie,” Chan said, peering down at him again. “Collect a stock of it so we can have a taste whenever we want.”

Jeongin wrinkled his nose. “That’s gross, hyung.”

“You’re right,” Chan agreed. “It tastes much better from the source. Maybe we should store you, then. Keep you locked up somewhere where we can coax some out of you until we’ve had our fill.”

Jeongin was going to tell him that that was a ridiculous, illegal idea (he really was, he promises) but his omega had other ideas. He keened and felt the sheets under him get a little damper.

Chan didn’t say anything else, but his eyes flickered down to where Jeongin was leaking and he placed his hands on Jeongin’s knees, spreading them for a better look. “Don’t even need any prep, do you,” he murmured. “You’re that wet for us. Bet I could just slide right in.”

He brought his fingers down to Jeongin’s hole to test his theory. He slipped three inside, and Jeongin gasped at the stretch.

Chan was right; he hardly needed any prep at all. His walls let Chan inside with minimal effort, stretching effortlessly to allow his fingers to prod around. Chan curled them, and Jeongin whined when he took them out, slick clinging and dripping down obscenely.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Chan said, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them. “So perfect,” he repeated, dipping his fingers inside Jeongin again and scooping out more slick.

This time he used his other hand to push his boxers off so that he was naked, just like Jeongin, and used his slick-covered fingers to lube himself up until his dick was fully coated.

“You want my knot, omega?” He asked, lining himself up. “Think you can take it?”

“You know I can take it,” Jeongin said smartly. “I’ve taken it plenty of times before, hyung.”

“Of course you can,” Chan agreed. “My good omega.”

And he pushed inside.

The fingers were a nice, comfortable stretch, but Chan’s dick was something different.

Jeongin cried out as the tip popped in, and Chan barely gave him any time before bullying it the rest of the way in. Slick gushed out past his dick, making the slide smoother but Jeongin still felt like he was being torn apart in the best way.

His fingers scrabbled for something to hold onto and he ended up grabbing Chan’s shoulders, pulling the man down towards him until Chan had to place his hands besides Jeongin’s head to keep himself from crashing down.

“That feels good, baby? Can you feel me inside?”

“I can feel you a lot, hyung,” Jeongin whimpered, his hole fluttering desperately around Chan as he tried to adjust. Chan gave him a couple seconds, but it wasn’t long before he was pulling out most of the way only to push back in.

Jeongin gasped, his nails digging indents into Chan’s skin.

It was so much already. He was grateful that the mattress protector was waterproof because he was slicking double the amount he had been with Changbin. There was something about the promise of a knot that really had his omega worked up and he wanted to speed the process up as much as possible by preparing his body.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Chan praised, working himself up to a nice, consistent rythme as he fucked in and out. “And so wet, fuck. You’re like a faucet, baby, where does all this even come from? Is alpha making you feel that good, hm?”

Jeongin whined, overwhelmed and embarrassed by the loud, wet noises coming from between his legs. The squelching was echoing around the room and he knew all his mates could hear it. His thighs were drenched again and it almost felt like he’d pissed himself from how wet the sheets were underneath his butt.

With Chan’s chest pressed to his own as the alpha practically panted into his neck, Jeongin’s dick was being rubbed up against Chan’s stomach. That, combined with the way Chan’s dick was pressing into him so deliciously, was making him feel way too close to the edge than he should be.

Chan was fucking into him harder, pressing right up against his prostate in a way that was making his head spin. He pushed weakly at Chan’s shoulders even though the last thing he wanted right now was for the alpha to move away.

“Jeongin,” Chan panted, leaning his head up to press his lips to Jeongin’s in what was a very messy kiss since neither of them had the focus for it. “Omega. Gonna put my puppies in you.”

There it is, Jeongin thought. Chan’s breeding kink that inevitably came out to play each time he found himself buried in one of his omegas.

“Yeah?” He played along, hoping it would get Chan to knot him quicker. “You gonna breed me, alpha? Gonna give me your pretty puppies?”

“Gonna fuck you until your belly gets all round with my pup,” Chan continued, his hips thrusting sloppily into Jeongin as he lost himself in the thought of it. “You’ll look so good like that, all round and soft and pretty for me.”

“You need to knot me for that, alpha,” Jeongin told him, “gotta knot me so it takes.”

“Gonna knot you,” Chan agreed, readjusting his hands on the bed so he could press deeper into Jeongin. The omega choked on a whine. It felt like Chan was fucking into his stomach. “Gonna knot you so many times, not gonna stop until it works.”

He kissed Jeongin again, forcing his tongue past his lips until Jeongin could barely breathe. His dick was still rubbing against Chan’s stomach and he pushed his hips up, getting desperate to come again as Chan pistoned in and out of him with a new sense of purpose.

“Gonna come on my knot, baby?” Chan asked, and he pulled away slightly so he could slip one hand between them, grabbing Jeongin’s dick and beginning to jerk him off. “I’m close, baby, so close. You want my knot?”

“Please,” Jeongin gasped, his face scrunching up as he fought to get away but Chan had him trapped beneath him. It was almost too much, Chan’s dick pounding into him while his hand moved furiously over his own.

He could feel the base of Chan’s dick beginning to swell, bumping up against his rim with each thrust. It grew fast, almost alarmingly fast, and Jeongin cried out as suddenly Chan was pushing forward until his knot was bullying its way into his hole, stretching him beyond imagination.

It felt like the first time every time. Jeongin always worried he was actually going to rip in two as Chan locked inside of him. He was coming, he realized, and Chan’s knot was so large that all the slick trying to push its way out couldn’t. It made him feel bloated, all the slick trapped inside mixed with the incredible amount of cum that was pumping out of Chan’s dick. He looked down, dizzy at the sight of his expanded stomach.

Chan was looking too, and he took his hand off Jeongin’s dick to press gingerly at his stomach.

“Look, baby,” he whispered in awe. “It’s like you’re already pregnant.”

And while the thought wasn’t exactly doing anything for Jeongin he loved the way it got Chan all sappy.

Eventually Chan managed to lay down, his weight pressing into Jeongin comfortingly as they stayed stuck together. Chan was scenting him, brushing his nose against Jeongin’s scent gland until all he could smell was the ocean.

A purr rumbled through his chest, content to have his alpha on top of him and his knot inside him. His omega felt claimed. Loved. Taken care of.

He watched the others while he and Chan took a little rest. Changbin had left them for Seungmin and looked close to knotting him as well. The omega was sniffling, his hands clenched in the carpet as Changbin fucked into him face down. Minho was by Seungmin’s face, and as Jeongin watched he seemed to grow tired of Seungmin’s noises and stuffed a couple fingers into his mouth, muffling him.

Hyunjin, Felix, and Jisung were in a pile, and Jeongin couldn’t quite make out whose hands were where but they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jisung in particular was being loud, and Jeongin thought he could just make out someone’s dick thrusting lazily into him but he wasn’t sure whose.

Eventually Chan’s knot went down enough for him to pull out, and Jeongin cringed at the river of slick and cum that spilled out of his loose hole once there was nothing plugging it all inside.

He didn’t try to move, though. Chan always needed a little extra time with the omegas after he knotted them. Something about his pack alpha protectiveness flaring up and he always liked a few extra minutes to hold them. So Jeongin let himself be smothered for a little while longer as they watched their mates. He was still, embarrassingly, leaking slick from the sight, though much less now that he wasn’t being fucked.

“Whose getting him next?” Chan called out eventually, sounding a little worn out and sleepy.

Jeongin flushed as most of his mates snapped their heads around to look at him. It was Hyunjin that untangled himself from Felix and Jisung (so it was Felix’s dick inside the other omega, then) and ran over to the bed before anyone else could make a move.

“My turn,” he said, slightly out of breath.

“And mine.” Minho joined them, apparently deciding he’d rather be here than next to Seungmin and Changbin. The two of them looked off in their own world, Changbin having knotted in Seungmin a minute or so earlier.

“Have at him, then,” Chan said, rolling over so that Jeongin was exposed. He got up off the bed and went over to Seungmin and Changbin, probably hoping for some more cuddles.

Hyunjin wasted no time grabbing for Jeongin, spreading his knees forcefully so he and Minho could peer between them at the mix of slick and cum leaking out.

His face growing red, Jeongin tried to clamp his thighs shut but Hyunjin was having none of that.

“Don’t you want my knot, omega?” He asked “I can’t give it to you with your legs closed, can I?”

Reluctantly, Jeongin let him spread his legs again, though he firmly avoided eye contact as Hyunjin dragged one finger through the mess between his thighs.

“You’re incredible, Jeonginnie,” he said. “You must leak more slick than any omega in the world.”

“Hyung,” Jeongin protested, but Minho interrupted him.

“It’s a compliment, maknae-yah,” he said, “take it as one.”

His omega-hyung shuffled up the bed so he was closer to Jeongin’s head. “Hyunjin-ah’s going to give you his knot, baby,” Minho told him, and Jeongin shivered. “And you’re going to make me feel good while you take it. Does that sound okay?”

Jeongin nodded, his mouth parting slightly as he imagined what Minho could mean by that.

Minho looked over his shoulder. “Get started then, Jinnie. Don’t keep him waiting. You know he’s desperate for it.”

Hyunjin smirked, and he mimicked Chan by collecting a healthy amount of slick on his fingers and using it to lube up his dick, hard and throbbing from the looks of it. If Jeongin looked close he almost thought the base of Hyunjin’s dick looked a little swollen already.

“Usually I don’t like sloppy seconds,” the alpha said as he lined himself up. Jeongin felt himself leaking slick as if in preparation. “But I don’t mind when it’s you, Jeonginnie.” He pushed in, and while it was nothing compared to the knot he’d just had inside of him the stretch still felt heavenly and Jeongin moaned, unable to help himself.

Hyunjin sank all the way to the base, his eyes glued to Jeongin’s hole where slick was pushing its way out around his dick. Jeongin wanted to keep being embarrassed about how much he was leaking but Hyunjin looked so turned on by it.

Minho was watching too, but as Hyunjin started thrusting in he brought his gaze back up to Jeongin. “My turn, omega,” he said. “I want to feel good, too.”

He rose up on his knees and swung one leg over Jeongin’s chest so he was straddling him, smearing some slick onto him, his dick bobbing in front of Jeongin’s face.

He opened his mouth, tongue poking out a little as if to reach for it but Minho tutted and scooted forward even more so that instead of being faced with his dick he was now staring directly up at the omega’s hole, his face being framed by two strong thighs.

Oh.

Minho was leaking (not as much as Jeongin, but a respectable amount nonetheless) and Jeongin licked his lips as his nose was invaded by Minho’s sweet pudding scent. It was strong, with his hole being so close to his face, and suddenly Jeongin wanted nothing more than to have a taste.

He got it, too, as Minho lowered himself down until Jeongin could reach him with his tongue, licking a broad stripe across Minho’s hole and moaning at how good it was.

Hyunjin was still thrusting into him sloppily, going slow enough that Jeongin could mostly focus on Minho as the omega sat on his face, smothering Jeongin and forcing him to mouth hungrily at his dripping hole.

As soon as Minho was properly seated, though, Jeongin felt Hyunjin’s hands grip tightly at his waist and the alpha sped up his thrusts, clearly done with being gentle.

His gasp was muffled as the alpha fucked into him, and Jeongin’s hands shot up to hold onto Minho’s thighs, needing something to ground himself as the force of Hyunjin’s thrusts forced him up the bed a little.

Minho moved with him, keeping Jeongin’s face pressed tightly to his ass. Jeongin tried to make it as good as possible for him, laving his tongue around the outside of Minho’s hole before venturing inside. Slick was dripping down his chin as Minho got into it, the older omega moaning above him and starting to rock his hips a little.

“Good boy,” Minho said, his breath stuttering as he gripped Jeongin by the hair and grinded down onto him. “Getting me so wet, Jeonginnie. How do I taste?”

Jeongin couldn’t answer with his tongue deep inside of him, but he groaned, hoping to convey the fact that Minho tasted amazing. It was like having a mouthful of pudding and Jeongin swallowed it all down greedily, sucking on his hyung’s rim and jabbing his tongue inside to coax more out.

He could hear Hyunjin panting from behind them and his grip was getting more and more bruising on Jeongin’s waist as the minutes went by. The loud squelching noise was back but Jeongin couldn’t find it in himself to care about it this time, too busy with Minho.

His ears were ringing, and it felt like the three of them were the only people in the world. Hyunjin was being somehow rougher than Chan and Jeongin could tell that the alpha was going a little crazy. Hyunjin got like this during sex sometimes, especially with the omegas. His instincts would kick in and he would go a little wild and narrow-minded, only able to think about fucking into them as fast and hard as possible.

Jeongin could feel the beginning of his knot start to bump up against his rim and he clenched hard around Hyunjin, his omega excited. He was leaking an obscene amount again as his body prepared to take a second knot.

Minho was leaking more too, a sign that his mate was getting close to his own orgasm. Jeongin doubled down his efforts, knowing he wouldn’t be much use to Minho once he was knotted, and he thrust his tongue inside rapidly.

Minho moaned appreciatively, grinding his hips down onto Jeongin’s face using the tight hold he had on his hair. It wasn’t long before the omega was tensing up on top of him and clenching around Jeongin’s tongue, a rush of slick flooding his mouth as Minho came with a high pitched whine.

Jeongin licked around his rim, collecting slick and savoring the taste of it before Minho pulled off, his body twitching with oversensitivity. Jeongin let him go and he slumped to the side, glancing back at Hyunjin.

The alpha was dripping sweat, so much that he was having a hard time keeping hold of Jeongin’s waist but he didn’t need to for much longer. His knot was swelling quickly and Jeongin’s stomach fluttered with anticipation as it grew and grew until Hyunjin was forcing it inside and locking them together.

Jeongin threw his head back, yelling out as he was stretched again. Lights flashed behind his eyelids as Hyunjin hunched over and grinded into him shallowly, his dick starting to pump out cum to mix with Chan’s load already inside of him.

Minho reached out then, grabbing Jeongin’s dick and jerking him off, helping him towards his own orgasm. It didn’t take much, between the stretch from Hyunjin’s knot, the feeling of being stuffed full of cum again, and Jeongin’s hand on his dick, he came quickly, tensing up and whining as he did so.

He whimpered as he came down from it, his body feeling used and oversensitive. Hyunjin was careful to move as little as possible as he slumped against him, pressing him into the mattress.

He was shaking, he realized, little tremors wracking his body as he panted. Minho stroked his fingers through his hair soothingly and Jeongin was grateful that he was staying close.

He glanced around the room for the first time since Minho and Hyunjin had ambushed him and saw that Changbin and Seungmin were looking much more alert and were also looking his way. Chan was still with them, the three of them forming a cuddle pile.

Jisung and Felix were still going at it, with Jisung bent over in a mating press as Felix pounded into him ruthlessly from behind. Jeongin clenched weakly around Hyunjin at the sight and the alpha hissed.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to relax. He was feeling bloated again now that he’d been given two loads of cum, and just like Chan’s had, Hyunjin’s knot was plugging him up so nothing could escape. His stomach felt distended again and he pushed at it absentmindedly.

His body was sore and he could no longer tell the difference between slick and sweat on his skin. It coated his thighs, his pelvis, his chest, and even his face was wet with it thanks to Minho. The omega was still petting through his hair as Jeongin’s breathing began to slow down again. He licked his lips as he did so, still able to taste his hyung.

“How are you feeling, Ayen?” Hyunjin asked, nuzzling into the side of his head. Minho’s fingers moved briefly to scratch at his scalp before going back to Jeongin.

“Really good, hyung,” he said. “Tired. But good.”

“Do you feel up to taking Changbin’s knot?” Minho asked. “Complete the set? He’ll understand if you want to be done.”

Jeongin took a second to think about it. Changbin did look ready to go again. He could see the alpha’s dick bobbing between his legs as he watched Jisung and Felix. And it was always satisfying to take all three, it made him feel accomplished.

“I can do it,” he told Hyunjin, looking him in the eyes. “I wanna take all three tonight.”

“Okay, baby,” Hyunjin pressed a kiss to his hair. “Changbinnie hyung,” he called out, and Changbin’s head whipped around to look at them. “Your baby omega wants your knot. You gonna give it to him?”

Changbin shot up so fast that Seungmin jumped, whining at the alpha for leaving him. Chan shushed him and pulled him onto his own lap instead, scenting his neck. Seungmin slumped back over immediately.

“Jeonginnie,” Changbin breathed as he joined them on the bed. “Baby. Taken two knots already and now you want mine too? Greedy omega.”

Jeongin huffed. “Go slow, hyung,” he begged. “‘M all sensitive now.”

“Like you weren’t sensitive in the beginning as well,” Changbin teased, but his hands were gentle as they caressed over the slight bulge in Jeongin’s stomach.

Hyunjin’s knot had gone down enough for him to slip out and Jeongin watched Changbin’s face light up at the rush of slick that left his hole as it was emptied.

“Wanna eat you out again,” Changbin mumbled, “you tasted so good.”

“No,” Jeongin protested, way too sensitive and tired for that now. “Want your knot, alpha. Please?”

Changbin’s eyes darkened. He could never say no to that.

“You’re ready, baby?” He checked. “You don’t want a longer break?”

“‘M ready,” Jeongin confirmed. “Want you to knot me, and will alpha run me a bath afterwards? I’m all sticky.”

“That’s just how we like you,” Changbin said. He dipped two fingers into Jeongin’s hole as if to check that he was stretched (ridiculous. Changbin may be thick but not nearly as thick as Chan and Hyunjin’s knots) and Jeongin shuddered. Even the smallest of touches had him on edge now and he whimpered when Changbin prodded around a little bit before taking his fingers out.

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly. Jeongin felt his face crumple a little, his lip wobbling at the overstimulation as Changbin filled him up. His insides felt raw, like Chan and Hyunjin had rubbed away a layer of skin to leave his nerves exposed.

He took a deep breath as Changbin slid all the way in, watching between his legs with wide eyes. Changbin leaned over him so their foreheads were nearly pressed together and he took one of Jeongin’s hands in his own. He captured his lips in a sweet kiss as he started thrusting in, keeping his pace gentle. Jeongin was grateful for that, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle anything rougher. He let Changbin control the kiss, reciprocating lazily as Changbin explored his mouth before pulling back to press a couple chaste pecks to his lips and cheeks.

The pleasure built slowly this time, but it was intense. Jeongin gripped onto Changbin’s shoulders, whimpering and whining as his body twitched with each thrust. He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle another knot but his body was craving it. He gushed slick around Changbin’s dick, further soaking the sheets beneath him and getting his thighs all messy again. A bath would really be needed after this.

Changbin changed angles suddenly, and it had Jeongin gasping for breath. He couldn’t help himself from squirming, needing to move to deal with the rising pleasure. It was almost scary, the way it kept building and he found himself almost fearful of how hard his next orgasm was going to be.

“Binnie hyung,” he whined, clenching desperately around him and turning his head from side to side as his hold on Changbin’s shoulders tightened until he was sure he was digging indents into the skin.

Changbin didn’t seem to mind, and the pain only had him thrusting harder.

Jeongin moaned brokenly, tears stinging his eyes at the new pace. Vaguely he thought he registered a hand on head (Minho again, probably) but he was too busy clinging onto Changbin to care. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down and he pulled Changbin down further so he could bite into his shoulder.

His body was like a livewire. Each thrust in and out of his hole burned through him until it felt like he was on fire. His dick grazed against Changbin’s stomach and the feeling was so intense that Jeongin wanted to cringe away but Changbin’s body was keeping him trapped in place.

He could feel his orgasm hurtling towards him and he wanted to warn Changbin, to ask him if he was close too, but he couldn’t bring himself to unclasp his teeth from the alpha’s shoulder. It was all that was keeping him sane right now.

“Close, baby,” Changbin muttered in his ear, like he could read his mind. “You’re so wet, this is insane, Jeonginnie. You’re sure I can’t eat you out more after this?”

Jeongin didn’t bother responding, instead wrapping his arms fully around Changbin’s neck. His orgasm was approaching fast with the way the alpha kept hitting his prostate just right, and from the small bump beginning to swell at the base of Changbin’s dick, his mate would be coming soon as well.

“Come on, Ayen,” Changbin encouraged, “you gonna come too, baby? Gonna come when I knot you?”

Jeongin nodded frantically, still holding his shoulder between his teeth. Changbin’s knot was swelling rapidly and it pushed up against his rim with each thrust, threatening to pop inside. He wasn’t ready for it, and yet he wanted it more than anything. He was scared of the force of this orgasm but he was desperate for it and he found himself pushing his hips back onto Changbin, trying to get his knot inside.

Changbin growled, a sound that came from deep in his throat, and then he was shoving his knot inside, bullying it past his walls and locking them together.

Jeongin wailed, his hole being stretched unimaginably wide for the third time that night in a short period of time. His teeth clamped down hard on Changbin’s shoulder, so hard that there would surely be teeth indents there for the next couple days. His omega loved the thought of that, of giving one of his alphas a sort of claim.

He seized, all his muscles locking up as he arched off the bed into Changbin’s body. A sob ripped through his throat and his eyes rolled to the very back of his skull as pleasure washed through him so strongly that he felt like he was going numb.

He could barely feel the way cum was being pumped deep inside of him, could barely feel the way Changbin was still grinding into him shallowly, his knot tugging at his rim. He was so full, so stretched, and as he cried colors flashed briefly behind his eyelids before everything went black.

He came to slowly. Gradually.

The first thing that he noticed was that he was really warm. The second thing that he noticed was that he was in water. And the third thing he noticed was the solid chest behind him, propping him up.

He blinked his eyes open blearily, wincing slightly at the harsh bathroom light.

Someone’s hands were in his hair, massaging shampoo into his scalp, and another set of hands were on his chest and making their way down his torso with a wet washcloth.

“Jeonginnie?” He heard someone ask softly. “Are you back with us?”

He lifted his head, meeting Jisung’s eyes. The omega sat across from him in the bathtub, washcloth in hand. He was peering at Jeongin curiously.

“You blacked out, baby,” he explained. “We thought you’d come back quickly but when you didn’t we got you to the bath since all your slick was caking onto you.”

“I made you feel pretty good, didn’t I?” Changbin’s voice came from beside him. When he turned his head he saw that the alpha was kneeling right outside the bathtub, a smug look on his face. “My knot was that good, huh?”

“It wasn’t just your knot, hyung.” Felix, this time. He was behind him, Jeongin realized. It was his chest that he was leaning on. “Hyunjin and Channie hyung’s too.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t black out on their knots, did he?”

Felix huffed from behind him, sounding exasperated. “He’s going to be going on about that for a long time, Jeonginnie,” he said, beginning to rinse out his hair. “You really boosted his ego.”

Jeongin hummed, closing his eyes again as Felix poured water over his head.

He felt exhausted, and his body was aching. The warm water was helping with that but he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up in bed. Or, even better, someone’s nest. He melted further against Felix’s chest.

“Sleepy baby,” Jisung cooed. He finished washing Jeongin off, and he was glad that he must have been out of it while Jisung was cleaning between his legs because he didn’t know if he could handle that right now.

He looked around, confused about where everyone else was.

Changbin seemed to sense his confusion. “The rest went to Channie hyung’s bathroom, baby,” he told him. “But they’re going to meet us back here when they’re finished. Won’t be long, now.”

“Wanna be together,” Jeongin whispered, his voice hoarse from use.

“We’ll all be together,” Felix assured him. “They’re all coming back here, Ayen, they want to see you.”

He nodded, satisfied.

His mates made quick work of getting him all washed down and then they were helping him stand. His knees were incredibly weak and his legs shook so strongly that he could barely hold himself up. He managed to step out of the tub and then Changbin was sweeping him off his feet and up into his strong arms.

The rest of the pack was waiting for them out in Jeongin’s bedroom. They cooed at him in Changbin’s arms, each of them reaching out to touch some part of him.

Changbin took him out to the kitchen once they were done and settled them both in a chair. Jeongin tried to protest that he was too tired to eat any dinner but his mates insisted. They also forced him to drink a ridiculous amount of water to make up for all the fluids he’d lost.

Minho flitted around the kitchen, heating up a variety of leftovers that they had on hand since they all wanted a quick dinner. Jeongin wasn’t allowed to feed himself since Chan, sitting beside them, wasn’t letting him do anything for himself.

“Where do you wanna sleep tonight, honey?” Chan asked him, when they'd all finished. “I’d suggest your own bed, but…”

Jeongin thought back to it, remembering how ruined it was. Slick stained pretty much every inch of his sheets, there was no way they were sleeping in that mess tonight.

“I made a nest in Chan hyung’s bed after my bath,” Seungmin offered, his expression hopeful. “It’s really neat and clean, just how you liked it. We could sleep there?”

Jeongin thought about it. Yes, actually. That sounded really nice. He nodded against Changbin’s chest and Seungmin’s eyes lit up.

Changbin carried him down the hallway to Chan’s room, the rest of them trailing behind. He was deposited in Seungmin’s nest and the omega crawled in next to him, snuggling up to his side. Jeongin realized suddenly that he was all still naked while the rest of his boyfriends were in at least underwear. Just like at the beginning of this night.

Before he could think too much about it, though, Felix was handing Seungmin a pair of Jeongin’s underwear and a shirt. He helped him slip into the underwear and asked him if he wanted the shirt. Jeongin considered it, but shook his head no. Seungmin was shirtless and he wanted to be pressed against him, skin to skin.

He curled into his fellow omega, nosing at his scent gland to cover himself in his strong coffee scent. A purr started up in his chest again, the sound echoing around the quiet room. Seungmin snuffled happily, a purr of his own making itself known.

“Do you want anyone else with you, Innie?” Chan asked, pulling his covers up for him.

Jeongin looked around at all of them. Felix and Jisung were standing at the edge of the bed, their eyes pleading.

“Omegas,” he said. “Want the omegas in here.”

“An omega sleepover!” Felix said excitedly, him and Jisung bounding into the bed to curl up on the other side of Jeongin.

“Minho hyung too,” he insisted, making grabby hands at the pack omega who was standing a little further back. He came when Jeongin called for him, fitting himself neatly behind Seungmin.

Chan smiled down at them. “Guess we’ll just have to have an alpha sleepover, then,” he said to Changbin and Hyunjin.

“Where?” Jeongin questioned, realizing that they were taking up the only clean bed in the apartment. Usually when the whole pack was staying the night in one dorm they had two available beds.

“We’ve got a couple of those inflatable mattresses," Chan assured him. “We’ll bunk down in the living room, so if you need anything during the night we’ll be nearby, okay?”

Jeongin was alright with that so the alphas left after each taking turns kissing the omegas goodnight, turning the lights off and closing the bedroom door behind them.

Jeongin sighed, feeling relieved to be warm and comfortable in Seungmin’s nest and his pack alpha’s bed after his tiring night. He snuggled closer to Seungmin’s chest and felt Felix tighten his arm around him from behind. The room was filling with all their scents. Seungmin’s coffee, Minho’s pudding, Felix’s vanilla, Jisung’s honey, and his own cinnamon melding together like a blanket enveloping them all.

He fell asleep like that, drowning in his mates’ scents with his head cushioned on Seungmin’s chest, excited for tomorrow knowing it would be all about him. That the alphas would be trying to be near him all day, trying to take care of him.

And it wouldn’t be long before his preheat hit him and then they’d be even more all over him, ready to do this all over again for a whole three days once his heat started.