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Changbin hums softly to himself as he moves around the kitchen, wiping down the counters after dinner. The pack’s den feels warm and lived-in, scents of contentment lingering in the air from the others settling in for the evening. He doesn’t hear Minho approach, but suddenly strong hands grip his hips from behind, pushing him against the edge of the sink.
“Hyung?” Changbin gasps, twisting slightly to glance over his shoulder.
The alpha’s face is tense, eyes dark with the kind of stress that only builds from hard days. No words, just a low growl rumbling from Minho’s chest as he presses his body flush against Changbin’s back. Changbin’s heart races, a thrill shooting through him. He knows this side of Minho - the rare, intense one that surfaces when the alpha needs stress relief. Changbin craves these moments, loves being the outlet for his pack mate’s tension.
But he plays along, squirming in Minho’s hold. “Hey, wait—”
Minho doesn’t wait. He yanks down the waistband of Changbin’s loose pants, exposing the omega’s slick folds. Changbin clenches in anticipation, already slicking up as the alpha’s scent floods his senses. Minho’s fingers dip briefly, spreading the slick before pulling something from his pocket: a small, vibrating suction toy, the kind designed to latch onto the clit. It’s built almost like a belt, impossible to pull away from.
“No fighting it,” Minho murmurs, voice rough, but his eyes gleam with that dark pleasure he gets from struggle.
He forces Changbin’s thighs apart, clipping the toy right onto his clit. The cold feeling of the belt meets Changbin’s hips as the alpha clips it, and before Changbin can buck or back away, Minho flicks it on - the highest setting from the start.
The suction hits like a punch, and Changbin cries out, his body jerking forward. But Minho keeps him pinned, unyielding. “Fuck—Minho, that’s too much!” He thrashes, trying to dislodge the toy, but the belt keeps it stable.
Minho laughs, leaning in to bite at Changbin’s neck. “That’s it, fight me. Makes it better.”
Changbin whimpers, pushing back against Minho’s chest, nails scraping uselessly against the counter. “Please—ah, turn it off, I can’t—” But his body betrays him, hips grinding involuntarily into the sensation. The first orgasm crashes over him without warning, waves of pleasure tearing through him. He comes hard, pussy clenching on nothing, a sob escaping his lips.
Minho doesn’t let up. He grinds his hardening cock against Changbin’s ass through his pants, the alpha’s breath hot on his ear. “One down. Keep going.”
The suction is intense post-climax, turning bliss into agony. Changbin bucks wildly now, tears pricking his eyes as he fights Minho’s hold. “Stop—It’s too much! Minho, fuck, please!
The alpha growls, one hand fisting in Changbin’s hair. “Cry all you want. I need this.”
Changbin’s struggles only make the toy shift slightly, sending jolts deeper. The second orgasm builds brutally fast, and he wails when it hits, body convulsing. Tears spill freely down his cheeks as he comes again.
Minho holds him through it, murmuring praises. “Good boy. So wet for me.”
But he doesn’t stop the toy, letting it drag Changbin toward the edge once more. The omega’s fights weaken, sobs turning into broken pleads. Slick drips onto the floor, Changbin’s thighs quivering as a third climax looms, overstimulation making him sob Minho’s name like a mantra. By the fourth, Changbin is a mess - tears streaming, voice hoarse, body limp in Minho’s grip yet still twitching with aftershocks. The alpha finally reaches down, thumbing the toy’s switch but leaving it on low, just enough to keep the buzz alive.
“You’re perfect,” Minho breathes, nipping his shoulder. “Helping me like this. Ready for more?”
Minho’s thumb hovers over the toy’s switch as he watches Changbin tremble in his hold. The omega’s sobs have quieted into ragged breaths. With a deliberate flick, Minho cranks the toy back to high. A sharp cry rips from Changbin’s throat as his hips jerk forward, trying to escape the sensation.
“No—Minho, no, not again—mm—” His voice cracks, body arching against the counter, but Minho’s weight keeps him trapped.
“Shh, take it,” Minho growls, shoving his own pants down just enough to free his cock.
He grips the omega’s hips bruisingly, lining himself up. Slick coats his length as he thrusts in without warning, burying his cock deep in one brutal stroke. Changbin’s walls clench around him, hot and wet, the intrusion stretching him full as the toy continues to assault his clit. Changbin’s mind fractures under the dual assault. Each pulse of the toy sends shocks of overstimulation through his nerves, while Minho’s cock fills him, pounding in with short, forceful snaps. He can barely think, sensations blurring into a haze of pain-laced pleasure. His hands scrabble at the counter, body twisting weakly in Minho’s grip. He knows fighting only fuels the alpha’s fire - knows Minho thrives on the resistance - so he pushes back, thighs quivering hard as he tries to buck away.
“Stop, too much, I can’t—uh—”
Minho groans, his hips slamming harder at the feeble struggle. “Fuck, yes—keep squirming. Feel so good around me.”
Tears stream down Changbin’s face, his focus shattered. He fights harder despite the exhaustion, legs kicking back feebly. “Minho, please—”
The alpha’s pace quickens, knot growing. He leans over to sink his teeth into Changbin’s shoulder, marking the skin red. The bite sends sparks through Changbin, his body convulsing as the next orgasm rips through him. His pussy clamps down vice-like around Minho’s cock, milking it as he comes undone. Changbin wails, shaking violently in his hold. Minho doesn’t slow, fucking through the climax with small grunts. Changbin’s fight turns erratic, limbs jerking without coordination, his cries a mix of pleas and moans. The toy keeps going, high and unyielding, dragging him toward another peak before his last even fades.
“One more, give me another,” Minho demands, his own release building, knot swelling further.
Changbin thrashes weakly, spurring Minho on, and the next orgasm hits like a storm. He wails, body limp as he twitches through the wave. Finally, Minho’s knot pops, locking them together. Changbin whimpers, spent and overstimulated, body fully falling limp against the counter. Minho pants against his neck, finally switching the toy off, though he leaves it clipped on.
“Good boy,” he murmurs softly. “Took it so well.”
Changbin can only whine faintly, the scent of contentment leaking from him despite the tears. He lives for this - for being the pack’s relief. Especially for Minho’s rare and intense needs.