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When Chan gets home after a long day of work, all he wants to do is have a nice meal and cozy up in his bed and listen to music until he falls asleep. 

Unfortunately, living with seven other alphas sort of ruins the whole mood for him. 

It seems that every time he comes home he comes home to chaos. Everyone has just been so irritable lately, sour scents making Chan’s nose wrinkle when he steps inside the house and the distant sound of whoever is fighting at the time ringing in his ears. It kind of makes him want to pull his hair out, but he knows that showing how stressed he really is will only stress his pack out more.

It’s just frustrating, being the pack alpha and not being able to control his own pack. He feels like a sad excuse of a leader, his pack miserable and arguing all the time. He remembers when they first chose him as the pack alpha, everything had gone smoothly at first. Everyone got along with each other, they always listened to Chan, and every time Chan came back he felt like he was truly back home. 

This isn’t home anymore. 

Chan sits in the living room, exhausted after work and only feeling more exhausted as he listens to Hyunjin and Changbin going at it upstairs, their voices cutting through the walls.

“Shouldn’t you go check on them, hyung?” Felix asks with round eyes, looking a bit ruffled, his usually sweet scent distinctly sour.

Chan sighs, “I’ll only make it worse.”

“You ever wonder if we need a pack omega around here?” Minho cuts in. “Like, someone to calm us down. I feel like eight alphas living in one house is a bit…much. Especially during ruts.”

“We don’t have room for anyone else,” Chan replies, because he has wondered if maybe he should’ve thought about their natural instincts before accepting all alphas into his pack. They just don’t have the room, and Chan doesn’t want to bring in some outsider and dump all of their pack issues onto the poor omega. He winces when he hears Changbin’s voice raise in volume and stands, his own scent souring. “I’m gonna go check on them.”

-

After successfully deescalating Hyunjin and Changbin’s argument, Chan takes a much needed scalding hot shower and goes to bed, his eyes hardly able to stay open. Despite his exhaustion, he’s unable to sleep. He tosses and turns, kept awake by the weight of his entire pack on his shoulders, crushing down and leaving his chest feeling simultaneously heavy and empty, like a black hole. 

Why is everyone so on edge? Surely there must be some other solution if they can’t bring in a pack omega to calm down all the hormones being passed around like crack.

He spends the whole night thinking endless lists of solutions that end up being dead ends before falling into a restless, dreamless sleep, and when he wakes up in the morning the air feels hot and stuffy. He walks out into the kitchen and finds the others gathered around, save for Jisung. For once, they're all quiet, and when Chan enters the room they all look at him like he's got the cure for everything.

"Hyung," Hyunjin says quietly. "Jisung started his rut."

"How is he?"

"Irritable," Seungmin mutters. Felix nudges him and Seungmin adds, "But fine. Just...you should check on him."

Everyone is looking at him expectantly and Chan tries not to let his scent sour at the anxiety hanging in the air.

Chan goes upstairs, his footsteps heavy as he tries not to worry too much. How is Jisung supposed to get through his rut without an omega by his side?

Chan supposes someone else could help him, but it wouldn’t be the same, would it? Don’t they need an omega? 

If you were a good hyung and a good leader you’d volunteer to help him yourself, a voice inside him whispers.

But he’s an alpha. The pack alpha at that. This feels a little too much like submitting himself to someone in his pack that ranks lower than him. He should be the one in control.

But is he really? He hasn’t had control over his pack in weeks. Maybe this is the solution. Giving up his control for a moment in time and letting his pack use him a little to let out their pent up frustration. Maybe they'll finally listen to him when it actually matters.

Taking a deep breath and trying not to choke on Jisung's overwhelmingly musky scent, he knocks on the door to Jisung's room.

"Come in," Jisung's voice filters through, and Chan lets himself in.

Jisung looks relatively normal, if not a little ticked off. He looks like he didn't rest well the night before, bags heavy under his eyes, but otherwise he looks fine.

"Hey, Jisung-ah," Chan says, letting his own scent release in soothing waves. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I want to punch something," Jisung answers earnestly, playing with his own fingers.

"You can say horny."

"That too."

Chan laughs and hesitates before sitting on the bed beside Jisung. "Do you need anything from hyung?"

"Just...tell the others not to bother me, I guess," Jisung mumbles. "I'm always irritable in my rut and I don't want to cause any more problems."

Chan nods. "I can do that. Anything else?"

"Not really."

"Do you think-" Chan starts but then doesn't finish, swallowing thickly and starting to think about what he's about to say.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing." Chan smiles and stands, ready to leave.

"No, what is it," Jisung pushes a little, his eyes round and curious. "You look like you have a lot on your mind. I know we've all been pretty annoying lately."

Chan hesitates before continuing, "Do you think hyung should stay with you during your rut?"

Jisung frowns, bemused. "I don't think you'd want that, hyung. I'll literally just be getting off for the next three days."

"But what if...what if I helped you?"

Jisung blinks up at him, eyes widening. "Helped me like...?"

Chan shyly nibbles on his lower lip. "It's just a suggestion. Just to help you blow off some steam. I know I'm not an omega but maybe I could...help relieve some of the stress you've been having lately?"

"You're serious?" Jisung whispers.

"I wouldn't offer something this crazy as a joke," Chan chuckles nervously, because Jisung still isn't giving him a straight answer.

"If it's a serious offer then...then yeah," Jisung smiles a little. "I'd like that. You can stay."

Chan relaxes a little, smiling back and then they both fall into an awkward silence, unsure what to do next.

"I was um," Jisung pipes up after a minute of uncomfortable silence. "I was serious about spending my entire rut masturbating by the way. Like...you can leave at any time because my refractory period is like a rabbit."

"And I was serious about saying I'd help you however I can," Chan responds. "Seriously, Jisung, it's fine. It's your rut. You spend it however you want with me."

Jisung shifts a little in his bed, his hands curling at his tummy. "Then...can I...now...?"

It takes Chan a moment to realize shit he's about to watch and possibly even help Jisung get off during his rut. Something hot and gooey curls in the pits of his stomach at the realization, spreading throughout his body.

"Yeah," Chan breathes. "Go ahead."

Jisung reaches under the covers and fumbles with his sweats. Even though Chan can't really see him it's obvious when he wraps a hand around himself by the way Jisung quietly sighs and then bites on his bottom lip, as if to keep himself quiet.

"Is it-" Chan can barely breathe. "Are you...?"

"Yeah," Jisung whispers. "Wanna see?"

"Only if you want to show me."

"I do," Jisung says before pulling the covers aside and exposing his cock. He's already fully hard thanks to his rut, so hard it looks like he could cum at any second. His head is flushed and weeping with precum, his small hand fitted as best as they can to accomidate the girth. "Hyung."

"Yeah?" Chan forces himself to look away, up at Jisung's face.

Jisung meets his eyes. "Are you just gonna watch?"

Chan shivers and swallows thickly. "Can I?"

Jisung strokes himself a few more times before reaching out with his free hand, wordlessly taking Chan by the wrist and pulling him toward his cock. Chan wraps his hand around Jisung's cock and nearly moans at how hot and heavy he is in his hand. Neither of them really say anything as Chan strokes him slowly, entranced by the obscene amount of precum leaking from the head.

"I get-" Jisung starts off a bit shyly. "I get really wet during my ruts."

"That's..." Hot. "...fine. Helps with the glide."

"Every time I have sex with an omega it gets so...messy...hah..." Jisung rolls his hips up into Chan's fist lazily, head tipping back. "Been so long since I got to fuck someone."

Chan rips a piece of skin off his bottom lip, blood filling his mouth. Anything to distract himself from Jisung having messy, wet sex with an omega.

"Is that why you guys are always so tense?" Chan can't help but probe a little.

Jisung shrugs, panting. "I guess? I mean-it certainly hasn't helped not having an omega around to blow some steam off-oh."

Chan moves his hand a little bit quicker, sensing that Jisung is rapidly approaching his orgasm. His hips start to stutter up a little more, more moans falling from his lips.

"Hyung," Jisung suddenly whispers breathlessly, tugging Chan closer by his shirt. "You said-you said you'd help me however you can, yeah?"

"Of course," Chan says easily, blinking a little at their sudden proximity and the slightly feral look in Jisung's eyes.

"Can I-Can I-" Jisung cuts himself off with a soft gasp and his hands come up to tug Chan even closer by his nape. "Can I fuck you?"

Chan pulls away a little, shocked, but Jisung's hands hold firm, his dark eyes boring into him.

"That's-" Chan sputters, his hand movements stilling. "Jisung, I..."

Jisung's hold on him relaxes, the feral look in his eyes dissipating into something less like his inner alpha, and more human. "Hyung, I'm sorry for asking that. I...just...it's been so long...and you offered to help, so I thought..." He shakes his head and pulls away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"No," Chan protests quietly. "No, it's fine. I did...I did say that, didn't I?"

Chan moves his hand again, looking back down at Jisung's cock and trying to think about how it would feel inside him. He's always been too scared to ever think about that properly, and being an alpha, well, the expectation was that he'd find a nice omega and wouldn't have to worry about it. But now he has an alpha in rut to satisfy and Chan can't help but wonder...

"Would you maybe wanna...try?" Chan asks, blinking back up at Jisung with wide eyes.

"Try...?"

"Fucking me?"

Jisung curses and Chan looks down when he throbs in his hand and cums over his fingers. He works Jisung through his orgasm until Jisung leans back on his elbows, spent. Chan pulls his cum-covered hand away, shivering at how messy it is.

"You'd do that?" Jisung asks, his eyes closed.

"I mean...yeah," Chan says like it's obvious. He'd do anything for his pack. "If that's what you need."

"Fuck," Jisung groans. "I need to be inside someone like, yesterday."

Jisung retrieves some tissues from his nightstand and offers them to Chan, who cleans off his hand. There's more awkward silence between them, unsure what to do next.

"I've never..." Chan begins.

"I know," Jisung finishes for him. "I won't...be rough or anything. I'll be gentle, okay? Promise I won't hurt you."

"Not worried about you hurting me," Chan mumbles, because he's not, he knows nobody in the pack would ever hurt him. "Just worried about...I don't know. It's new. It's scary."

"I get it," Jisung says with a reassuring smile. "If it makes you feel any better, I've bottomed before and enjoyed it."

"W-What?" Chan sputters. "But you're an alpha."

"So are you," Jisung retorts.

"I mean like...I don't know. I just didn't expect that."

Jisung shrugs. "It's fun. I enjoyed it. I hope you will too. And...you can back out at any time. I know I'm in my rut but I'll live without fucking someone, promise."

Chan nods, indeed feeling a little bit better thanks to Jisung's reassuring.

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. "I think I'm ready."

"Yeah? Take off your clothes, then."

Chan blinks, surprised at the sudden command, but finds himself easily complying. Jisung watches him undress with dark eyes, his scent spiking with arousal as Chan presents himself naked in front of him, his cock beginning to harden under Jisung's hard stare.

"Come here," Jisung pats his lap, which Chan hesitantly climbs into. "You're beautiful. Can I spread you open now, hyung?"

Chan nods shyly and Jisung reaches over into his nightstand to fish out a bottle of lube.

"Play with your ass often, Jisung-ah?" he teases, trying to olay off his nervousness.

Jisung uncaps the lube and pours some onto to his fingers. "Nah, just yours," he says as grips Chan's ass with a silly grin.

Chan exhales shakily as Jisung kneads his ass a little, spreading his cheeks before circling a finger at his rim. He shivers and his body instinctively tries to shy away from the foreign touch, but Jisung uses his free hand to grip his waist and keep him still. Jisung's finger slowly presses inside him and he whimpers a little. It doesn't hurt, but it feels weird.

"How does it feel?" Jisung asks.

"Weird," Chan voices his thought aloud. "I don't know if I like it."

"It'll get better," Jisung promises. "And if you don't end up liking it, I'll pull out, okay?"

Chan nods and Jisung continues to press inside him. Once he's fully inside to the last knuckle, he sits and waits, stroking Chan's hip as he waits for him to adjust. Chan squirms a little bit, starting to actually understand what his past omegas have said about the feeling of being full. It's just one finger, but it's one more finger than he's ever taken, and it's starting to feel...a little nice.

"You can um, you can move," Chan tells him, praying Jisung doesn't hear the desperation in his voice.

"Yeah?" Jisung asks, pumping his finger in and out slowly, the lube easing his glide. Chan bites back a moan, his lips subconsciously parting. "Feel good, hyung?"

Chan nods feverishly and Jisung smiles, speeding up the movements of his finger. He crooks it just the slightest bit and Chan moans, unable to hold it back this time as Jisung massages a spot deep within him that feels like electricity. His whole body feels alive, shaking as Jisung continues to stimulate that one little spot.

"Should I add another?" Jisung asks after a minute, a sickenly attractive smirk evident on his face.

"Yeah," Chan breathes, wiggling his hips a little and trying not to whine as Jisung pulls out, leaving him empty.

He adds another, which Chan's body accepts greedily, fucking him open with his two fingers and massaging that sweet spot inside Chan that has him gasping and moaning again. Chan's never felt like this, his insides feeling like molten lava and skin burning hot. When Jisung adds a third finger he nearly cums on the spot, shutting his eyes and gripping the base of his cock to stop himself.

He needs to feel Jisung inside him before he cums. If this is what it feels like with just three fingers Chan can't wait a second longer than however long it takes for Jisung to fill him up and stuff him full.

"I think-" Chan gasps as Jisung abuses his prostate, swollen from all the attention. "I think I'm ready for you to fuck me."

"Yeah?" Jisung asks, his teeth flashing as he bites his bottom lip. "How bad do you want it?"

Chan blinks at him. "What?"

"I said, how bad do you want it, Channie?"

Chan feels a growl bubble up in his throat. "That's no way to speak to your pack alpha."

"No?" Jisung grins and crooks his fingers, brushing against Chan's prostate purposely, making his back arch. "I don't think the pack alpha should be getting fucked like an omega, so how should I speak to you?"

Chan pants and writhes, but Jisung doesn't give him a chance to speak, still fucking him open with his fingers and abusing his prostate.

"Jisung-" Chan tries. He tries to bring forth the alpha within him, because no way in hell is he submitting to a pack member that ranks lower than him. "I'm your leader."

"I don't think so," Jisung growls. "Right now, I think you're mine."

Despite himself, Chan shivers, Jisung's scent and the tone of his voice overwhelming him. His inner alpha rears its ugly head, but another voice within him tells him to submit, this is his alpha now.

"Jisung..."

"Come on, Channie," Jisung whispers, his pupils so dilated his eyes look black. "Beg for me."

"Please," Chan breathes. "Please fuck me. Want my alpha to knot me."

"That's it, baby." Chan whimpers when Jisung's fingers slip out of him. "Get on your back for me."

Chan lets Jisung push him down onto his back, hands on either side of his head as he presses him into the mattress. Their noses brush and their breaths mingle and Chan is the one who takes the leap to connect their lips in a messy kiss, whining and moaning against Jisung's lips from the beginning. Jisung kisses him back with fervor, nipping Chan's bottom lip and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Chan grips Jisung's shirt like a lifeline, keeping him close, and whines when he pulls away, breathless.

"I really would like to keep kissing you," Jisung murmurs, brushing his thumb over Chan's swollen bottom lip. "But I also would like to fuck you."

"Please."

Jisung smiles and pulls away further. Chan drops his hands and lets Jisung escape from his grasp in order to shuck his clothes off and lube up his cock, groaning as he strokes himself leisurely. Chan squirms and pouts as Jisung gives some attention to himself but doesn't fuck him just yet like he promised.

"Still want this?" Jisung asks with a shit-eating grin, obviously teasing. It would take a fool to not see how desperate Chan is right now, and Jisung is one of the smartest people Chan knows.

"Please," Chan repeats breathlessly. "Want you."

Jisung grips his cock and presses against Chan's hole, both of them moaning at the light friction. "Fuck. Tell me how badly you want me, baby."

"Want you more than anything," Chan moans as Jisung slowly slips inside, his body relaxing and opening up to Jisung's cock.

"Fuck, baby," Jisung groans, only halfway inside and Chan already feels like he's bursting at the seams. "You're perfect. Opening up like you were made for my cock."

Chan whimpers and Jisung bottoms out, pressed deep inside him. Jisung leans down and kisses him slowly and carefully, Chan's lips instinctively parting for him.

"Move," Chan whispers against his lips.

"That's not how you ask."

"Please move, Jisung," Chan whines, wrapping his legs around Jisung's waist and trying to pull him closer. "Want you so bad."

Jisung hums and gives him one last kiss before pistoning his hips in and out of Chan's hole. Chan's back arches up into Jisung's body, his mouth falling open and eyes falling shut as Jisung thrusts into him. He feels wonderful, filling Chan up perfectly, the curve of his cock brushing against Chan's prostate and sending goosebumps up his spine.

"Hah..." Chan whimpers and swallows, trying desprately to hold back his embarrassing noises.

He's never come undone like this in front of anyone, usually he's the one in control, the one on top, the one doing the undoing. Now, he's completely broken down, and it feels so wrong for his inner alpha but so right for that part of him that secretly needed this.

Jisung noses down the column of his throat, pressing little kisses against the skin.

"Maybe if I fuck you hard enough you can carry my pups," Jisung grunts into his ear.

Chan throws his head back and moans, his hands clawing down Jisung's back. "Please, please, please."

Jisung fucks him fast and rough, Chan hiccuping through his own moans and cries, pathetic to his own ears.

"Hyung's so pathetic like this," Jisung echoes his thoughts, caressing Chan's cheek in a faux-sympathetic way. "Not the big, tough alpha anymore, are you? All you needed was a little bit of cock to turn into a little bitch. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To get fucked like an omega?"

"No," Chan gasps. "I-"

"I think this is exactly what you wanted," Jisung presses, his hips thrusting a little faster, becoming more and more erratic. "You're nothing but a pathetic little slut, aren't you, Channie?"

"No," Chan protests, shaking his head as tears spring into his eyes. Despite his protests, he's never been harder in his life. He's never been put down like this, by his own dongsaeng at that. He feels humiliated, but it only serves to have more heat pooling in his gut. "Please, Jisung."

"Close," Jisung whispers. "Are you?"

Chan nods. "So close."

"Touch yourself for me, yeah? Wanna feel you cum on my cock."

Chan obeys, reaching down to jack his cock until he's writhing and seeing stars. It doesn't take much for him to cum, moaning and clenching around Jisung's cock. Jisung fucks into him a few more times before he's spilling inside Chan. Chan cries out as Jisung fills him up, the feeling completely foreign to him. He feels a warm wetness deep within his gut, pressing inside him and heating up his insides.

"'M gonna knot you," Jisung pants out, his hips slowing but not stopping. "Gonna stuff you full of my pups." He feels Jisung's cock swelling inside him, spreading him open further. Chan moans as Jisung's knot forces its way inside him, his thighs instinctively parting. "You gonna take my knot like a good little whore?" Jisung growls in his ear.

Chan nods, moans increasing in volume as Jisung's knot pushes deep within him, his stomach bulging. Jisung's hand ghosts over the bulge, his breathing heavy. Chan feels it latching onto him, connecting them and finally Jisung's hips stop moving, his knot locking them together.

Jisung's weight sags on top of him, spent. Chan shakes violently, Jisung's knot hot and heavy inside him. He feels so fucking full he wishes this could never end, just wanting to feel Jisung inside him like this forever.

"You okay, hyung?" Jisung checks in, leaning up on his arms to softly brush Chan's sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

Chan nods, his mind a little hazy. "I'm fine."

"Feels okay?"

"Feels great," Chan admits quietly. "You feel...amazing, Jisung-ah."

Jisung blushes like he's suddenly shy. "I'm glad you like it, hyung, because I've got a few more rounds in me once this knot goes down."

Chan groans. "I don't think I've got another round in me. I've never cum so hard in my life."

Jisung laughs. "That's alright. I told you that you can leave whenever you want. Now that I've knotted someone I think I'll feel a little better now."

"I mean I can stay...and help you in other ways...?" Chan offers, but it's more of a question, unsure if Jisung would really want that.

"Of course you can stay, hyung," Jisung says easily, a soft smile on his face.

"Okay. How long do your knots last?"

"Mmm. About twenty minutes," Jisung reaches down and lazily traces his finger along Chan's torso. "You'll be able to feel when it goes away."

Chan doesn't want it to go away, but unfortunately it will. For now, he lies back and lets Jisung rest inside him and calmly trace his body, humming quietly to himself.

It's nice, basking in the afterglow with Jisung, that deep warmth within him satiating him. They lay just like that, intertwined with one another, until the knot dissipates.

-

Chan spends the rest of Jisung's rut holed up in his room, only leaving to get both of them some food and water. When he passes by the others, they give him odd looks, obviously smelling Jisung's overwhelming scent clinging to him. Nobody says anything at first.

Chan is the one who calls them all together once Jisung's rut is finished, gathering them in the living room.

"I know you're all curious about what happened to me during Jisung's rut," Chan begins.

"He fucked you," Changbin deadpans. "I share a wall with the guy. I have ears, you know. And a nose. We all do."

Chan sputters a little. "Okay, well, I just wanted to have a conversation about it."

"You got fucked," Minho shrugs. "What more is there to it?"

There's a few murmurs of agreements and Chan sighs. This isn't going as he planned.

"I just wanted to mention that," Chan begins slowly. "If you all ever need help, I'm here."

There's a beat of silence as the room takes in his words.

"Like...sex stuff?" Seungmin asks.

"Yes," Chan clarifies. "With sex stuff. I realized while helping Jisung that the reason you guys are all so tense is because we don't have an omega to release all of our stress onto. So...I'm telling all of you that if you ever have any stress you need to relieve, I will help you in whatever way you want me to."

"So...you're volunteering to be our pack omega?" Jeongin asks, his face scrunched.

"I'm not an omega," Chan bristles. "I'm no less of an alpha and I'm no less of your leader."

"Noted," Minho pipes up again. "But just so we're clear...we can do...whatever we want to you? Like...do you have any boundaries?"

Chan feels heat creep up his neck. "I don't think you guys would do anything insane to me, so I trust you to do whatever you want. And if you end up doing something I don't like, I'll tell you. Promise."

"I just have a question," Felix speaks up for the first time. "You're not doing this because you feel pressured, right? Like...just because you're our pack alpha and you care about us doesn't mean you have to do this. I know we're all super stressed and it's making you stressed as well but...I'm worried about this taking a toll on you."

There's a chorus of agreements and Chan shuffles on his feet.

"I'm not doing it because I feel forced," he promises quietly. "I wouldn't...I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to. I liked helping Jisung during his rut. Not just because I was helping him, but because it felt good. It's a stress reliever for me too, to just let go of control for once. Trust me, I enjoy it, and I love you guys. I want to help you, and I trust you."

"We love you too," Hyunjin says softly, the others quickly agreeing.

"So how quickly does this offer begin?" Changbin asks with a grin. "Like...if I bent you over right now in front of everyone would you let me have my way with you?"

Chan chokes on his own spit, thoroughly shocked. He suddenly feels every single pair of eyes on him at once, sizing him up, observing him carefully. Waiting to pounce.

"I-"

"He did say we could do whatever we wanted," Felix muses. "How much can you take, hyung?"

Chan blinks a few times, shuffling nervously on his feet, well aware of the fact that he has the attention of seven very interested alphas.

"I-I don't know."

"Guess we'll have to find out," Seungmin says with a grin.

-

Despite their initial eagerness, nobody actually approaches Chan the first few days. Chan is starting to get a little nervous, because it's obvious they're thinking about it. The lingering looks and touches and the fact that everything has been quiet with no new arguments popping up is enough proof of that.

It puts him a little on edge, when they brush by him in the hallway and Chan isn't sure if they're about to jump him or not. It's a little thrilling, if he's honest. Knowing that they have permission to just use him as they please.

The first person to finally come forward is not surprisingly Seungmin, who's always straightforward when it comes to something that he wants.

Chan is fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped out his hips when Seungmin corners him in the hallway, pressing him up against the wall and crashing their lips together like an animal deprived of oxygen. Seungmin presses their bodies together, and Chan can feel how achingly hard the alpha is against his thigh.

"Go to my room," Seungmin growls against his lips. "Take off your towel and sit on the bed. Wait for me, yeah?"

Chan shivers and nods, trying to compose himself as Seungmin pulls away and walks down the hallway toward the kitchen. Chan is a little confused but his excitement overrides his bemusement, and he rushes over to Seungmin's room. He lets his towel drop to the floor and sits on his knees on the bed, watching the door anxiously.

Seungmin finally enters with a box in hand.

"Did you get a package?" Chan asks curiously.

"You got a package," is all Seungmin replies with.

Chan blinks. "What?"

Seungmin uses a pair of scissors to cut through the tape and open up the box. Inside is some tissue and-

Chan's breath catches in his throat when Seungmin pulls out a black leather collar with a leash attached.

"Look at me," Seungmin says, approaching Chan slowly. Chan blinks up at him, swallowing thickly. "Can I, hyung?"

Chan nods and Seungmin's hands find his neck, Chan feeling a little dizzy at the sensation, even though his touch is light. He fixes the collar around Chan's throat and the clasp clicks shut. He tugs on the leash experimentally and Chan lets out a little whimper at the gentle tug on his nape. Seungmin pulls again, harder this time, Chan rocking forward at the force and falling into Seungmin's arms.

Seungmin coos and runs a hand through Chan's damp hair. "Such a pretty pup." Chan sighs as Seungmin plays with his hair, caressing his ear and pinching his earlobe before pulling away. He tugs on the leash again, catching Chan's attention. "On your hands and knees."

Chan shivers and obeys, climbing onto his hands and knees on the bed and arching his back when Seungmin's hands find his ass. He gropes Chan's ass a little before Chan hears the uncapping of a bottle and the squelch of lube.

He feels a little exposed like this, unable to see what Seungmin is doing behind him, unknowing of what comes next. It's exhilarating in a way.

Seungmin presses his finger inside easily, Chan's body relaxed and malleable under Seungmin's touch. Chan moans as Seungmin works him open with a single digit, his long finger reaching deep within him. He wonders what Seungmin's cock looks like, how it'll feel inside him when he finally fucks him.

Chan's body opens up to Seungmin's fingers with little resistance, soon working up to three fingers. He doesn't talk much, Chan notices, whereas Jisung was much more talkative. He's all quiet demand, his hands doing all the work drawing out pathetic noises out of Chan, challenging him to be as loud as physically possible.

And god does he pull the most embarrassing noises past Chan's lips. Seungmin's fingers work expertly inside him, massaging his prostate and turning his insides to a warm mess.

"Seungmin-ah," Chan moans when Seungmin drags it out a bit longer than he anticipated. "I'm ready."

"I know," Seungmin says nonchalantly, still fucking him with his fingers.

Chan shudders. "Are you-are you gonna fuck me?"

Seungmin hums, "Mmm. Maybe. If you work for it."

"What do you-ah-what do you want me to do?"

Seungmin pulls his fingers out, leaving Chan empty and gaping. Chan hears him fumble behind him but doesn't dare turn around, it's not until Seungmin's cock is pushing inside him does he react, moaning quietly.

"Want you to fuck yourself on my cock," Seungmin murmurs, running his hand up Chan's side while his other hand tugs on Chan's leash. "Make yourself cum without my help. Then I'll fuck you and breed you like the dumb little mutt you are. Sound fair, hyung?"

Chan nods and steadies himself on his hands, arching his back and rocking back against Seungmin's cock. He moans as Seungmin's cock settles deep inside him, and he rolls his hips repeatedly, trying to stimulate his prostate. Seungmin doesn't move an inch, only idly caressing Chan's back in an encouraging way, humming softly to himself.

Chan sets a steady pace, panting heavily as he rocks back and forth, desperate for some friction. He throws his head back and cries out when Seungmin's cock brushes against his prostate. He desperately rocks back again, trying for that same angle, and he hits it repeatedly, soft little oh's and ah's escaping his lips.

"Look at you," Seungmin murmurs, gripping Chan's waist as he grinds back against him. "All desperate and whiny for my cock. You close, hyung?"

Chan whines and tries to rock faster, his knuckles white against the sheets. He's not sure how he's going to cum without touching himself, but Seungmin still isn't moving to help him. He's on his own.

"Please," Chan gasps out. "I can't-I can't-"

"You can." Seungmin grips his waist and tugs tight on his leash. "You will. Because I told you to."

Chan gasps and whines, breathless, his hips starting to tire out. He can't do this for much longer, but he really wants Seungmin to fuck him, so he pushes on, thrusting back against Seungmin's cock again and again.

"That's it, keep going. You're doing amazing. You gonna cum for me, pup?"

Chan moans and finally after a few more rocks Seungmin's cock brushes up against his prostate perfectly and he's cumming across the sheets with a whine. He keeps grinding back against Seungmin's cock, milking every last drop until his thighs are shaking and he collapses forward, Seungmin slipping out.

Seungmin lets him lie for a minute before tugging on his leash again, gathering Chan's hazy attention.

"I'm not done with you yet," Seungmin reminds him with a low growl. "Back on your hands and knees."

Chan pushes himself up on shaky limbs, crying out when Seungmin presses back inside his sensitive hole, fluttering around him.

"Is it too much, hyung?" Seungmin asks softly, pausing for a moment to check in on him.

Chan shakes his head, voice wobbling as he rasps, "Keep going. Hyung can take it."

"Fuck," Seungmin groans. "You're so tight. Even after being such a good little cockslut for me."

Seungmin doesn't waste his time railing into Chan at a rapid pace, pulling tightly on the leash. He tugs so hard it, the collar pressing against Chan's throat and making him gasp for air. He relaxes it every once in a while, letting Chan breathe before making him gasp again.

Seungmin's hips are relentless against his ass, slamming into him again and again and it's so much Chan can't even think straight.

"Look at you, just a dumb little mutt begging to be fucked," Seungmin growls. "A little bit of cock and you're a dumb, drooling, pathetic little mess, aren't you? Such a dumb little pup."

Chan's eyes roll into the back of his head and after a few more thrusts Seungmin is cumming inside him, his insides flooded with warmth. Chan groans and cums a few seconds later, clenching around Seungmin's cock and falling forward, his arms and legs giving out beneath him.

"Sh," Seungmin shushes him gently, petting his hip and grinding out the rest of his orgasm in Chan's ass. "I've got you, hyung. You feeling okay?"

Chan nods dumbly and Seungmin finally stops cumming and pulls out, Chan's hole feeling maddenly empty. But not for long, because suddenly something cold and slick is being pressed into his ass, Chan moaning quietly as he's filled up with something.

"Is-Is that-?"

"A buttplug," Seungmin finishes for him, caressing Chan's ass. "That alright? Wanted to keep you full of my cum."

Chan shudders. "Yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

"You can keep it if you want," Seungmin continues, rubbing up and down Chan's sides. "Wear it around the house so we always have access to you."

Chan shivers. "Okay."

"Good boy," Seungmin coos, petting Chan's hair. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

-

Chan stays in Seungmin's room for the rest of the night until he has to get up for work in the morning, slightly sad when he has to take out the buttplug and clean himself up.

Nothing else happens for the next few days, but he knows that the other know Seungmin already had his way with Chan. Now that it's happened, Chan is even more excited for what else is to come. He tries to present himself in sensual ways to get the members to jump him but nothing seems to work.

He thinks maybe nobody else is interested until one night when they're all gathered in the living room watching a movie. It's some dumb horror movie that Minho had picked out, probably as an excuse to cuddle closer to everyone.

Chan is tugged into Hyunjin's lap, and he thinks nothing of it at first. Until Hyunjin's hands start groping his thighs and teasing up his shirt, causing him to shiver. He squirms in Hyunjin's lap, unable to sit still under all the attention.

"Do you have your plug in?" Hyunjin murmurs in his ear, nosing at Chan's neck.

Chan swallows and nods. "Yeah."

Hyunjin begins to tug his pants down until Chan's ass is exposed, at least under the blanket. His fingers tug lightly against the plug, teasing, and Chan has to bite back a moan, unsure if the others would hear.

Nobody seems to notice Chan squirming as Hyunjin takes out the plug and shoves three fingers in his ass without any warning, the obscene amount of lube Chan has used helping to ease the glide. Chan's lips part in a silent moan but he doesn't dare make a noise.

Hyunjin takes his fingers out and shifts around underneath him, and for a moment Chan is confused until he feels the head of Hyunjin's cock nudging at his hole. Hyunjin uses one hand to press inside and the other hand to pull Chan closer by the waist, seating him fully on his cock with no real warning.

Chan lets out a small whine that's thankfully drowned out by a jumpscare, but Hyunjin, whose full attention is on him, hears it anyway.

"Do I need to keep you quiet?" Hyunjin asks in his ear, a hand ghosting over Chan's chin.

Chan shakes his head, barely breathing.

"Don't want anybody else to hear you," Hyunjin continues, his hands falling to Chan's waist, keeping him steady where Chan tries to discreetly roll his hips in Hyunjin's lap. "Want you all to myself. You're mine now, got it?" Chan nods erratically, rocking himself a little faster. Hyunjin's hands grip his waist, holding him still. "Stop moving. I'll fuck you when the movie is over, okay?"

Chan lets out a little frustrated whine, because Hyunjin feels so good inside of him he can't imagine just sitting here and not fucking himself on Hyunjin's cock.

"Focus on the movie," Hyunjin murmurs in his ear, petting his waist soothingly. "If you're good, I'll fuck you."

Chan nods and leans back against Hyunjin's chest, trying to focus on the rest of the movie, which still has a solid hour left on it. He's not going to survive this.

He gets restless not even ten minutes later, squirming and sighing and trying to nose at Hyunjin's jawline to get his attention. He doesn't even care if the others notice something off about him, doesn't care if Hyunjin fucks him in front of them all. He just needs Hyunjin's cock, desperately.

"Not yet," Hyunjin murmurs sweetly. "You're doing so well. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"

Chan's cock jumps and he nods, but he's still achingly hard. "C-Can you touch me please?" he whispers against Hyunjin's neck. "Just need a little relief. Please. It hurts."

Hyunjin coos and one of the hands on Chan's waist dips down to wrap around his cock and fuck Hyunjin's long fingers feel amazing wrapped around him. He slowly jerks Chan off. Chan squirms even more as Hyunjin thumbs over his leaking head and spreads the precum along his shaft. He's so wet he's scared the others will hear the wet glide of Hyunjin's hand on his cock.

Shockingly, nobody has noticed anything amiss between Hyunjin and Chan, everyone invested in the movie and everyone else is cuddled close together so it's not odd that Chan and Hyunjin are also very close. The excitement of the others catching them keeps Chan fully hard, what would they do if they found out? Would they all take turns using him too?

The thought makes him whimper quietly, and Hyunjin nips his neck in warning, reminding him to keep quiet. He continues to jack Chan's cock, not fast enough to make him cum but enough to keep him on the edge, Chan's toes curling.

It's worse when the movie starts to get progressively scarier, Hyunjin jumping every once in a while and the motion has Chan biting his lip to muffle his own moans. Hyunjin's grip on his waist turns bruising as Chan clenches around him, growing increasingly impatient. He can tell Hyunjin is ready to forget the movie and fuck him right then and there, and the thought exhilarates him.

It feels like forever has passed when the movie finally ends, Chan sighing a little too loud.

"Tired?" Changbin asks him smugly from his seat on the sofa.

Chan nods. You have no fucking idea.

"I would be too if I were cockwarming Hyunjin for as long as you," Felix giggles.

Chan feels himself turn a bright shade of red. They noticed?

"Of course we noticed," Minho rolls his eyes, reading Chan's mind. "You're not exactly quiet. And we know you're not whimpering and whining from a movie."

Chan glances back at Hyunjin but he doesn't seem deterred, still idly petting Chan's hip.

"Could you give us some space now, then?" Hyunjin asks. "Or would you like to watch the show?"

"Well I for one am very interested in what Chan-hyung looks like when he's getting fucked," Jeongin speaks up.

"Then by all means, stay," Hyunjin offers.

Chan sputters. "Nobody's going to ask me how I feel about this?"

"If you were against it you wouldn't have let Hyunjin cockwarm you in front of us in the first place," Seungmin points out. "I think a part of you wanted to get caught."

Chan shivers. "No..."

"No?" Jeongin crawls forward from where he's seated on the floor and rises, cupping Chan's chin and tilting it up, forcing him to meet his eyes. "You didn't want us to see you like this, hyung?"

"I..."

Jeongin's hand reaches forward and pulls the blanket off Chan's lap, exposing his leaking cock. Chan squirms when Jeongin wraps a hand around him, seven pairs of eyes boring into him. Chan's hands cling to Jeongin's shirt, rutting up into his hand.

"Who wouldn't want to see you like this?" Jeongin asks quietly, his voice almost in awe. "Who wouldn't want to see our precious alpha broken down, begging for someone to touch him, fuck him?"

"We think you're beautiful like this, hyung," Hyunjin purrs in his ear, his hips finally rutting up into Chan's ass, making him gasp.

"Please," Chan begs, the combined friction of Jeongin's hand and Hyunjin's cock bringing tears to his eyes.

"Aw, look at him," Felix coos from the side. "He's crying."

"Poor baby," Hyunjin whispers. "You've been so good for me. Do you wanna cum, baby?" Chan nods erratically, too overwhelmed to speak. "Make him cum, Innie, he's earned it, for being so patient."

Hyunjin continues to roll his hips up into him while Jeongin's hand works his cock. It doesn't take long for him to spill over Jeongin's hand with a gasp, his head falling back to Hyunjin's shoulder. Chan's eyes slip shut and Jeongin's hand moves away.

"Ah, pretty thing," another hand reaches up to caress Chan's cheek. It sounds like Changbin.

"You didn't," Chan breathes, opening his eyes. "You didn't cum."

"I didn't, did I?" Hyunjin hums. "Guess I'll have to use your mouth instead. Get on the floor, hyung, on your knees for me."

Chan shakily lifts himself off Hyunjin's cock before sliding off the couch and onto his knees. He's all too wary of the others watching him, silent but ever so present. He can smell all of their scents mingling together, tinged with arousal.

Hyunjin spreads his thighs and takes hold of Chan's hair, tugging lightly on his curls. His other hand wraps around his cock, hard and red at the tip.

"Open," Hyunjin commands, and Chan's mouth falls open obediently.

Hyunjin guides Chan to his cock and forces himself down his throat, Chan moaning around him. Hyunjin isn't gentle, gripping his hair like a vice and fucking his throat like he's in rut. Chan drools as Hyunjin fucks his mouth, his throat burning pleasantly as Hyunjin's cock nudges the back of his throat with each thrust.

"Such a good boy," Hyunjin groans, his hips unrelenting. "Look at our alpha, nothing but a hole to use." Chan squeezes his eyes shut, but Hyunjin's grip tightens on his hair. "Open your eyes. Look at me." Chan forces his eyes open and stares into Hyunjin's dark eyes, his gaze unyielding. "Good boy. You gonna swallow what I give you?"

Chan can't really nod with Hyunjin's grip on him so he just kinda blinks in what he hopes is an enthusiastic way. Hyunjin fucks into his throat a few more times before he's cumming with a moan, his plump lips parting in an obscene way and eyes rolling back into his head. Chan's mouth fills with the bitter taste of cum and it takes a second for him to remember he has to swallow and he does so with a bit of effort.

Hyunjin lazily grinds into his mouth as he rides out his orgasm, murmuring soft praises that sound like music to Chan's ears. There's other hands petting down his back and neck and Chan shivers under all the attention, something warm brewing inside him.

Hyunjin pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, reaching down to cup Chan's face and rewarding him with a kiss. Chan lets Hyunjin lick into his mouth and taste himself on his tongue, moaning softly when Hyunjin nips at his bottom lip before pulling away.

"You're perfect," Hyunjin whispers with a small smile. He helps Chan stand on wobbly legs and collects the forgotten plug, handing it back to a blushing Chan. "You need any help in the shower?" Hyunjin asks.

"No," Chan says, only because he knows if Hyunjin is in there, a real shower will never happen.

"Okay. Take care of yourself, hyung."

The others give him little kisses on the cheek as he passes by, still blushing deeply under all the attention.

Later on, in the shower, he cums again under the spray, imagining seven pairs of eyes on him.

-

After that, something in the others must have snapped having seen Chan like that. They fall in line one after the other, day after day, taking Chan when they feel like it.

First is Jeongin and Changbin, who lure Chan into the gym under the guise of working out. Of course, Chan should've known better. Jeongin hates working out unless it's cardio, and all he does is watch Chan do squats and lift.

Changbin is more subtle, actually working out but his eyes still never seem to leave Chan as he works out. He follows his movements in the mirror and his eyes carve out the shape of Chan's body, mostly glued to his ass.

Chan realizes very quickly that they're not really here to work out, but to size him up.

When they're done "working out" the walk home in unbearable, neither of them saying much and very clearly ogling Chan while he's all sweaty and muscles still bulging from his workout.

As soon as he steps foot through the door to their house there's hands on him, and he realizes another thing, the only thing holding them both back was the fact that they were in public. Now, in the privacy of their own home, nothing is stopping them.

Jeongin pulls him in by the waist, pressing their bodies flush together and Chan feels his half-hard cock pressing into his ass. Changbin takes him by the back of the neck and kisses him enthusiastically. Both of their scents overwhelm him, the smell of sweat and musk mixing in with their excitement.

Two pairs of hands tug at his clothes, occasionally overlapping in their heated frenzy where they grab under his garnments at his skin. Changbin pulls away from the kiss only to remove Chan's shirt before he's kissing him again, and Jeongin kisses his nape and down his spine, hands squeezing at his waist.

Chan jerks and moans when Changbin cups him through his shorts, already hard from the attention both of them are giving him. Jeongin pushes down his shorts so they pool at his feet and grabs his ass, tugging a little bit at the plug Chan oh-so-obediently wears so everyone has immediate access to him.

"Not yet, Innie," Changbin mutters in between kisses. "Let's get him on the bed."

They pull him into Jeongin's room, which is conveniently the closest, and push him onto the bed. They take turns kissing him while the other strips, Jeongin pulling lube out of the drawer while Changbin jacks Chan's cock and sucks on his tongue.

They seem to have planned this out beforehand, because there's a bit of silent communication between them before Changbin is sitting on the bed and tugging Chan into his lap. Jeongin stands between their parted thighs, kissing Chan fervently while Changbin pulls out the plug and presses three lubed fingers inside him.

Chan moans into the kiss, squirming as two pairs of hands grope at his body. He isn't sure whose is whose, all he knows is that Changbin's fingers are currently up his ass and three other hands are exploring his body. One hand draws circles over his nipple and pinches, making him jerk in place and clench around Changbin's fingers. Another hand grips bruisingly at his waist, thumb caressing the skin of his ribs. The third hand pets his hair gently, combing through his curls and massaging his scalp.

He makes a surprised noise when Changbin slips a forth finger inside him, the stretch a little weird. Not painful, but foreign.

Chan pulls away slightly from the kiss to ask, "What are you-?"

"You think you can take both of us at the same time, baby?" Changbin murmurs in his ear.

Oh. "I...I've never tried," Chan admits quietly.

"I think you can," Jeongin says encouragingly. "Binnie-hyung just needs to stretch you open more so it doesn't hurt, okay? We won't hurt you, baby. Just need to stretch you open a little bit more."

Chan nods and Changbin fucks him open with his four fingers, the stretch quickly becoming pleasurable once he's accomidated. Changbin slips in his last finger after a while, his whole hand pressing inside Chan's ass and Chan moans into Jeongin's mouth.

"Feels good, baby?" Changbin purrs.

"Y-Yeah," Chan breathes.

Changbin pulls out, leaving him terribly empty as he generously applies even more lube to his hand.

"Think you can take a little more?" Chan nods and whimpers when he feels Changbin's fist nudge at his hole. "Breathe and relax for me, hyung. I'm gonna go slow, okay? Tell me if anything hurts and if I need to slow down."

Chan tries to relax as Changbin's hand twists and slowly pushes inside him. His jaw falls slack at the stretch, but it thankfully doesn't hurt, just feels a little weird. Changbin keeps his promise of going slow, and Jeongin distracts Chan from the stretch by keeping his lips busy and occasionally kissing down his throat.

It takes a while and a lot of gentle coaxing and reminders to breathe but Changbin's hand is eventually slotted inside him, his fingers wiggling to get Chan used to the feeling. Chan groans and wiggles a little, the stimulation overwhelming, yet not enough.

"Think you're ready for both of us?" Changbin asks.

Chan nods jerkily. "Please."

Changbin slowly slides out, Chan digging his figernails into Jeongin's shoulders and trying not to cum on the spot. Once he's out Chan nearly cries at how empty he feels, where he had once felt so full.

But then, Changbin's cock is nudging at his hole and easily slipping inside, Chan sighing as he's filled up again. Changbin spreads Chan's thighs apart and Jeongin lines himself up, slowly pushing inside Chan's ass.

It's easier to push inside since he's already been stretched, and there's so much lube Chan feels like a slip-n-slide. Jeongin bottoms out with a moan and Chan feels like the air has been punched out of him with how fucking full he fills.

"Feel so...full," he whispers aloud, leaning back onto Changbin's chest.

"Sh," Jeongin shushes him gently. "We've got you. Can I move?"

Chan nods and Jeongin begins to slowly thrust his hips, Chan's head falling back against Changbin's shoulder. Changbin is the only thing holding him up at this point, his body boneless as Jeongin fucks into him.

Jeongin kisses down his throat and ruts his hips harder, moaning against Chan's skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. Changbin works the other side of his neck, nosing along his scent gland and sucking little bruises into his skin that Chan will see later. He shivers at the thought, a little reminder of what they've done to him.

Jeongin's breathing picks up, his hips erratic against Chan's ass, moans high and breathy. He's already close, Chan can tell.

"Hyung's taking us so well," Jeongin whispers. "Binnie-hyung, are you close?"

"Yeah," Changbin grunts, his grip tight on Chan's waist. "We're gonna stuff you full of our pups, hyung. Both of us." Chan moans and squeezes his eyes shut, brought even closer to the edge by the promise alone. "You're gonna look so pretty dripping with our cum."

"Please. Please breed me. Wanna be full of you."

Jeongin curses and Chan can feel him throb inside him before his insides are pooling with warmth. Chan sighs at the feeling, reaching down and touching himself for some relief. Changbin soon follows and the warmth spreads, the feeling hot and gooey. Chan spills over his own fist and whines, squirming a little.

Jeongin's hips slow to a stop before he pulls out, cum oozing out of Chan's hole and dripping down his thighs. Chan shudders and moans at the feeling.

"Look at you," Jeongin coos. "All wet and open for us like an omega."

"Not an omega," Chan growls.

Jeongin just laughs and Changbin lifts Chan off his cock, Chan crawling onto the bed and collapsing.

"Uh-uh." Jeongin pokes him. "You need a shower. We stink."

"I think we smell pretty good," Changbin mumbles.

"You're gross. Carry him into the bathtub, will you? Or are those muscles just for show?"

Chan can hear the grin in Changbin's voice when he replies, "Just for show. I like to lure in the pretty boys. They don't actually work."

Despite his words, Changbin gathers an exhausted Chan into his arms and carries him to the bathtub where they gently scrub his skin clean of all the sweat built up. Nothing can scrape off the bruises left on Chan's neck, but he's not complaining. Not when Jeongin and Changbin take turns kissing him in apology for the mess they made.

-

The next morning when Chan is still a bit exhausted from getting fucked the evening before, he runs into Changbin at the kitchen table.

"You're up early," Chan comments, breezing past him to make some eggs.

"Gotta work out," Changbin says.

"Yeah. Didn't do much of that yesterday, huh?"

Changbin rolls his eyes and sips his protein shake.

Felix shuffles into the kitchen a few moments later, yawning, "Morning Chan-hyung."

"Where's my good morning?" Changbin pouts.

Felix smiles warmly. "Good morning, Changbin-hyung."

Changbin beams and happily sips his shake. Chan finishes up the eggs and moves to sit down, confused when Felix follows him out of the kitchen.

"What are you-?"

He doesn't get to finish because Felix is shoving him up against the table and pushing him down into the surface, his cheek pressing against the wood. He moans at the rough treatment without thinking.

"Felix," he breathes.

"Quiet," Felix mutters, his deep voice sending tingles down Chan's spine. Chan's mouth snaps shut.

Felix tugs down his pants and boxers and pulls out the plug settled in Chan's ass. Chan can barely process what's happening before Felix pushes his cock inside him, scratching at the table.

He doesn't move for a few moments and Chan whines, trying to grind his hips back but Felix still doesn't move, instead turning his attention to Changbin to ask, "Are you planning on going to the gym, hyung?"

Changbin sounds surprised and vaguely amused as he replies, "Yeah. Why? Did you wanna join?"

"Fuck no," Felix says, his hand idly drawing patterns into Chan's back. Finally his hips start to move, slowly but just enough to feel good, little ah's falling from Chan's lip at the delicious friction. "You know I don't work out."

"Might as well ask. Jeongin didn't like to work out either until I asked him to join me one day."

"Jeongin doesn't like to work out. He likes to ogle you."

"And look how it's paid off," Changbin says proudly. "He's finally getting exercise."

How are they having such a casual conversation while Felix is literally fucking him right now? How can Felix even keep his voice steady? It's like he doesn't even derive pleasure from Chan, like he's bored. Just something to toy with until he's satisfied.

Felix's hips snap faster, the obscene slapping of skin on skin overwhelmingly loud but neither Felix nor Changbin seem bothered by it, still chatting mindlessly away.

"Felix," Chan tries to say.

Felix's hand moves away from his hair, and for a second Chan thinks he's going to have mercy on him, until Felix's hand instead curls around his mouth. He clamps his palm over Chan's mouth, effectively preventing him from speaking again.

Chan whines into his hand, and Felix gently shushes him before continuing his conversation with Changbin like nothing happened.

Felix fucks him fast and rough, his voice just barely strained when he speaks. When he finally cums, it's with a short huff of a breath. Chan moans into his palm as he fills him up, his heartbeat erratic.

Felix releases Chan, Chan gasping the moment Felix's hand is off him. Chan cranes his neck to look back at Felix who casually tucks himself back into his pants and blinks at him innocently.

"Your food's getting cold, hyung," is all he says before walking away, leaving Chan shaking and cum dripping down his thighs, still hard.

-

The last person to approach him is surprisingly Minho, but probably because he's so busy during the day. Chan only ever catches him at night in the living room, watching TV and scrolling through his phone. He always looks tired, almost working as much as Chan.

Chan is almost ready to approach him when Minho knocks on his door late at night one evening.

"I hope I didn't wake you," Minho says softly as he pads into the room.

"You know I don't sleep until late," Chan chuckles. "What do you need from hyung?"

Minho sighs and straddles his hips, lazily grinding down onto Chan's cock. "Need hyung inside me."

Chan warms and chokes on his spit. "Oh? Usually the others want to fuck me."

"Oh trust me, I still want to fuck you," Minho clarifies. "It's just been a while since I've had someone else fuck me and I kinda need it."

"Yeah?" Chan grins, squeezing Minho's waist.

"Don't get all cocky on me," Minho warns, voice getting breathless as he continues to grind his ass against Chan's hardening cock. "Just because you're the one fucking me doesn't mean you're in charge. Now take your clothes off and let me use you."

Chan blinks a little at the change in direction, but takes it in stride, both of them climbing off the bed to rid themselves of their clothes. Once their clothes are tossed off to the side Minho climbs back into his lap, preparing to sink himself down onto Chan's cock.

Chan panics and grabs him by the waist. "Have you-have you prepped?"

Minho rolls his eyes. "No. I was going to shove your cock in my ass completely raw. Yes, I prepped before I came here now let me fuck you."

Minho's sort of desperation is different from Chan's. Where Chan whines and begs and pleads for his wishes to be answered Minho simply takes.

His body swallows Chan's cock easily, confirming his comment about prepping himself beforehand. Chan shivers as Minho's body wraps around him, slick and tight.

Minho pushes Chan onto his back and steadies his hands on Chan's chest as he rocks back and forth in Chan's lap, rolling his hips in tight little circles that have Chan's toes curling.

"Fuck," Chan groans, his cock throbbing where it's settled deep in Minho's ass.

"Yes," Minho gasps in agreement, his lips parting and showing off his cute little bunny teeth. "Oh, hyung, if I knew your cock was this nice I would've done this forever ago." Chan grips Minho's hips and tries to rut up into him but Minho takes holds of his wrists and pins them to his chest, tutting. "Don't touch me."

Chan's face burns but when Minho pulls away to continue his movements, he doesn't dare disobey.

Minho takes his sweet time riding Chan's cock, sighing quietly every once in a while when he brushes up against his prostate. Chan gets restless, writhing uncomfortably underneath him, but not wanting to go against Minho's order to not touch him.

"Look at you," Minho coos, still rolling his hips lazily. "Such a pathetic little thing. Just a useless dildo for me to fuck myself on."

"'M not useless," Chan pouts.

Minho laughs, bordering on cruel. "Really? Because it looks like you're just lying there taking what I give you. What a pathetic little omega, taking orders from your alpha as you should."

Chan's insides are like lava. "I'm not...not an omega."

"You sure act like one. Letting us all use you like you're just a hole to fill. Just a toy to be used."

"Please, Minho," Chan begs. "Go faster. Please. I wanna cum."

"Yeah? Why don't you keep begging for me, baby? Be a good little omega and take what your alpha gives you."

Chan moans and arches off the bed, his hands clawing at the sheets for purchase. "Please...alpha...wanna cum in you."

"Yeah?" Minho finally moves his hips faster. "Such a good pup. I'll have to ask Seungmin if I can borrow your leash from him."

Chan's face heats up impossibly more. "You know about that?"

"Honey, we all know about your escapades," Minho chuckles. "We talk about you, how good you are for us. The perfect little omega."

Chan waits for his alpha to rise up defensively but he's met with nothing, instead replaced by a warm feeling, much like content.

"Minho," Chan whines. "Please."

Minho hums and sits up a little straighter before beginning to bounce in Chan's lap. Chan groans and feels himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge already. Minho bounces enthusiastically, his head tipping back and pretty little noises being punched out of him and he's just so beautiful that Chan cums without warning.

He spills inside Minho and Minho just keeps going, keeps using him over and over until Chan is writhing underneath him from the overstimulation. It takes Minho a little bit longer but soon enough he's cumming in long ropes across Chan's torso, not even touching himself.

When he's done, he finally climbs out of Chan's lap and gently cleans him up with baby wipes, kissing his nose and offering to stay with him the rest of the night. Chan agrees, because Minho never offers him cuddles (those are reserved for Jeongin and Jisung) and falls asleep with his head tucked over Minho's shoulder and arms around his waist, a small, sleepy smile on both of their faces.

2 Months Later

Chan's adjusted well to his new role as both the pack omega and alpha. He's still in charge when it matters, but not quite so much in bed.

He helps the others when they're in rut and even opened the door for some of them to even begin sleeping with each other too, taking some of the weight off of his back for taking care of all of them.

It's nice, being able to adapt to his new role. He still commands his pack, but he still gets some relief in letting go of that control just for a small while, relieving some of his own stress.

There's still the occasional fight, of course, but overall the pack dynamic has gotten so much healthier now that they're all much more open with each other. Nothing make Chan happier than seeing his pack, his family, thriving in a healthy environment.

He'd do anything for his pack, and he knows they'd do the same for him.