alpha/omega dynamics.

yeonjun knows he shouldn't be nervous, but he is. even with soobin's thumb circling the inside of his wrist, rubbing lavender and chamomile into his veins.

yeonjun knows.

and still. a deep, steadying breath.

"I want to quit taking suppressants."

yeonjun has been taking suppressants for years. before he even met soobin, before he could even think of the possibility of pups. he presented young. too young and so confused. his first heat hit unexpectedly, brought him to his knees in the middle school hallway. it tore through him, from his womb outwards. like he was being eaten alive, a fire consuming all that he was. he doesn't remember most of it. just bits and pieces, his mother laying ice packs along his entire body, his father pacing the hallway outside his door.

the second heat was worse. the third crippled him, a cycle as unpredictable as it was violent.

so yeonjun went on suppressants.

at first it was weird. his scent diminished, his nose grew sensitive. his instincts dissolved, so much that he was often — is often — mistaken for a beta.

and then he met soobin.

he knew the alpha was his from the moment they touched. a quick handshake in dance class, and yeonjun was gone. shyness stood in the way for months, until soobin finally asked for his hand in courtship. which quickly became a proposal, a mating ceremony.

soobin didn't need yeonjun to snivel at his feet, didn't need the validation of an omega's need. he has never minded yeonjun's reserved nature, his quiet presence. soobin provides. he is trusting and loyal without being possessive. he keeps yeonjun safe, not just from others.

but from himself.

"are you sure?" soobin asks, eyes widened. glistening, emotional. his thumb has paused, puts pressure on yeonjun's pulse. "I am perfectly happy with our life the way it is. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything. just because mates our age are—"

"yes," yeonjun interrupts, eyes on soobin's fingers around his wrist, hardly fitting around. his cheeks burn. he's sure soobin can feel his heart jump. "I'm sure. I want a family with you. want pups with you. want it so bad."

his lower lip trembles.

he catches it between his teeth.

"my sweet omega," soobin breathes. and his scent blooms, warm earthy tea laced with lavender blossom and chamomile. mixing with soft, sweet cream dripping from yeonjun's wrist, between soobin's fingers. yeonjun's eyes droop with it. content. safe. "I want that, too."

yeonjun and soobin go into prep mode.

they read all the books, all the articles. they reach out to their friends with pups, ask for advice. but yeonjun's dr says all they can do is wait and see. there is no way to tell what it will be like for yeonjun. just that he will know when it's time.

when yeonjun throws the little bottle of pills away, he cries. he doesn't really know why he does. but his alpha is there. curled up on the floor with his omega, soothing kisses against his throat.

"it's going to be okay," soobin breathes.

and it is, for a while.

according to the doctor, it will take a bit for the suppressants' hormones to flush out if yeonjun's system. until they do, all yeonjun can do is stay in tune with himself, try to catch any changes to his scent, his body, his instincts as they come. yeonjun has no idea what to expect.

but, just like the doctor said...

yeonjun knows when it's time.

one night a few months in, yeonjun can't sleep. the bed is too lumpy, blankets too scratchy. soobin's soft sleepy breathing is too loud, the room too small and stuffy.

his instincts draw him out of bed.

yeonjun takes a couple blankets with him, leaves just a sheet for soobin. the alpha shifts a bit. normally yeonjun tiptoes around when his mate is asleep. but tonight he couldn't care less. the omega huffs and puffs as he pools the blankets in the corner of the room, grabs a couple pillows, adds those, too. now it's a little makeshift bed, just for yeonjun. he smiles, burrows in. the floor is hard. the blankets are thin.

his smile turns upside down.

yeonjun scurries to the living room linen closet, yanks out a few more blankets and pillows, adds them to his pile. a few towels, too. some clean, some from the hamper in the laundry room. oh, and some of soobin's tshirts. his sleep shirts, his gym tanks. his underwear. ahh, yes. yeonjun shoves these in nooks and crannies, mindlessly bunches and gathers and pushes and shoves.

"...baby?"

yeonjun jerks up, spine straight.

"alpha?" he whispers.

soobin is sitting in bed, rubbing his eyes. he pats his hair and cracks his neck. the motion disrupts the still air of the room, wafts his mate's sleepy scent his way. the omega's vision wavers.

"hyung, you ok?"

realization dawns. yeonjun looks down at all he's gathered.

"binnie," yeonjun whimpers. "it's happening."

of course it is. a tiny flame in yeonjun's gut is suddenly all he can feel. it flickers slowly, surely, growing with each breath.

"are...are you nesting?" soobin asks, eyes wide. "can I-"

when soobin shuffles toward yeonjun on the bed, yeonjun shrinks back.

"w-wait," yeonjun says.

his heart thrums in his throat, sweat beads at his temples.

it's happening.

it doesn't really hurt. not yet, at least. but he feels confused, disoriented. floaty and weird.

"I can stay over here," soobin murmurs, hands up. nonthreatening. "do you need some water? or food?"

yeonjun shakes his head no.

"okay..." soobin says. "what do you need? can you tell me?"

yeonjun clutches a pair of soobin's sweatpants between his fingers. they smell like him. his mate.

soobin.

"need you," yeonjun whispers.

"how? where?"

yeonjun looks down at his nest again. it's crowded but not enough, an empty spot in the middle where something should be. where someone should be.

"here, with me. please."

soobin smiles.

"okay, sweet omega. I'm here."

soobin crawls down, over, in. for some reason yeonjun's omega still bristles a bit when soobin joins him in his nest. but soobin moves slow, watches yeonjun carefully as he lowers himself to yeonjun's side.

"does it hurt?" soobin asks, lifting an arm, inviting yeonjun in.

yeonjun hesitates, sets soobin's sweatpants down. reaches for a shirt that doesn't smell enough like alpha, rubs it against soobin's shoulder, his pit, his neck. then he snuggles into soobin's hold. shoves the shirt away for later.

"not really," yeonjun answers. "just feel...weird."

"you're probably in preheat," soobin murmurs, kissing yeonjun's hair.

it makes yeonjun smell more like him, like herbal tea, steeped carefully, the perfect brew. so he nuzzles deeper. soobin chuckles. yeonjun has never really felt like this. so needy, an itch that can't be scratched deep inside, niggling and swelling.

"I feel weird," yeonjun says again.

"weird how?" soobin asks, soft palm tracing yeonjun's spine. "can you put it into words, baby?"

"mm," yeonjun hums. "I don't know. it's like...I'm heavier. not like— weight, tho. more like there's more stuff under my skin."

soobin nods slowly.

"okay," he says. "does it feel hot yet? or warm?"

yeonjun runs his nose over soobin's throat, swallows down his leafy buzz.

"no, not too much," yeonjun ponders. "just like. I need you to hold me, like I can't do it myself."

at that soobin pulls yeonjun closer, tucks him under his chin.

"you'll never have to do it yourself."

for the rest of the night the couple talks in low whispers, though no one can hear. the flicker in yeonjun's middle keeps expanding, but it's slow. smoldering. not yet consuming, but increasingly present, nonetheless. they're talking about calling into work when yeonjun's cock swells.

it's like a wave.

one minute they're on the beach with their toes in the sand, comfortably warm. and then it's crashing over his legs, his middle, his everything. it being a staggering need. wet, disorienting, tumbling.

"alpha," yeonjun gasps.

yeonjun looks up, soobin looks down. his alpha's eyes dilate, nostrils flare. another wave, this one harder. more violent. it sends a shudder down yeonjun's bones, from his temples to his toes.

"junnie," soobin chokes. "you ok?"

"oh," yeonjun breathes, slick seeping through his briefs. "oh god."

it's so much. he always slicks when he's aroused. but this... this is something else entirely.

"it's coming," yeonjun shakes, trembles. an unwelcome bubble of panic gags him, closes his throat. "binnie, alpha-"

"hey, shh," soobin soothes. "it's ok. I'm here. you're ok."

it isn't like the books described, at least not yet. that thing under yeonjun's skin keeps expanding, heating up. his slick oozes, his cock throbs. but he still feels like himself, just more... well.

way more horny.

"can I get off?" yeonjun asks.

soobin snorts, tries to disguise it.

"that's the point, isn't it?"

so yeonjun grinds against soobin's thigh, his alpha pressing back, meeting his movements. yeonjun mouths at soobin's neck, his jaw. soobin paws at yeonjun's hips, his ass.

"mm, you smell so good," soobin sighs.

"hhn?" yeonjun grunts.

"y'know how you said you feel heavier?"

yeonjun nods, tries to focus on what soobin's saying. it's kinda hard— his hard cock squishing against steely muscle, cockhead dribbling alongside his ass, now.

"well, your scent," soobin inhales long, deep. slots a few fingers between yeonjun's clothed asscheeks. "it's...heavier, too."

"ah, soobinie," yeonjun whines, moves faster.

"before you were still sweet," soobin catches himself. "sweet and creamy. but it was watered down, like cereal water. now... now you're heavy whipping cream. thick frosting, or somethin like that."

yeonjun groans. so does soobin.

"wanna eat you up."

"alpha-"

and yeonjun's coming in his undies, hips twitching. soobin's fingers keep pressing between, against his soaked hole. his come puddles and floods the front of his briefs. soobin hums, a little surprised.

"that was fast," he grins.

"mm," yeonjun pouts.

"feel better?"

yeonjun takes inventory. his cock isn't hard anymore, but it isn't really soft either. the itch is less persistent. still there, though.

"I think so," yeonjun concludes.

"good," soobin says. "let's clean up, get some food before it really hits."

"ok alpha."

they shower together, of course. yeonjun takes care of soobin's hard on, sucks him off until his come swirls down the drain. by the time soobin's finished, yeonjun's ready again. so when soobin insists they eat a quick, light meal, yeonjun pouts through it. he palms at his cock— bare, didn't bother with clothes. soobin feeds him bite after bite through yeonjun's frown. then they return to yeonjun's nest. their scents have faded, so yeonjun grabs articles, presses them to his neck, to soobin's neck. he rubs his wrists through the organized mess, presses pillows to his groin.

yeonjun's so hard he's throbbing, now. but to his puzzlement, he doesn't really want to get off. soobin doesn't push him. they lay together, hands roaming, smells mingling. they kiss and scent each other, filling the room with pheromones. comfort, want.

when the sun begins to set, soobin makes yeonjun eat a little more. they chug water and set extra bottles by the nest. then they settle for sleep.

it comes just as quickly as it leaves.

"alpha!" yeonjun shouts, shooting up. "fuckfuckfuckfuck-"

"what! what? baby, hey-"

"oh god," yeonjun groans.

the sheets and blankets and pillows around the omega are soaked. sweat, slick, precome, tears— all of it. stuck to yeonjun's cheeks, his thighs, his sides.

"omega," soobin groans.

this is it, yeonjun thinks. the little flame is little no more. in his sleep it's taken over, eats up his insides. the room is dark with night but light blinds yeonjun, even with his eyes closed. it hurts, a symphony of pain creating a laser show behind closed lids.

"alpha," he gasps again. "alpha, oh, I can't- I can't, it hurts, please. please."

"what do you need, baby?" soobin asks.

if yeonjun were lucid he would hyper focus on soobin's voice, the way it shakes. he's scared too, but even if a tiny part of yeonjun's brain notices, the rest of him shoves the thought aside. all he can think is how empty he is.

"breed me good," yeonjun growls.

soobin blinks. his alpha freezes, and yeonjun growls again, kicks away pillows and blankets and towels and clothes, writhes against the floor. tears the air with his teeth.

"breed me, alpha. please, now."

soobin shakes himself out of his trance.

"ok omega."

yeonjun lays on his back. soobin wastes no time, crawls between yeonjun's legs. grips his thighs hard enough to bruise, spreads them wide.

"gon-gonna have your pups," yeonjun keens. he strains his legs further, grips behind his knees, presents himself fully. "need your knot, need your come."

"yeah?" soobin hums, lowering down, down. he runs his fingers from yeonjun's sternum, down his quivering stomach, across his pelvis, to his cock. he brushes it with his fingertips. once, twice. "want me to pup you? swell that tiny tummy with my babies?"

yeonjun nearly screams.

soobin's fingers — three of them — dip into his hole. he hears it more than he sees it. it's not enough, but so so good.

"want your cock," yeonjun slurs.

"I know," soobin breathes.

but he doesn't give it. instead soobin pulls his fingers out, holds them up. slick webs between them. soobin stares reverently. brings his hand to his face, sniffs it. breathes it in, then licks it off.

"oh fuck," alpha groans. "fuck, baby. your slick. it- it's different too."

"huh?"

yeonjun blinks through stars.

"'s thick. and creamy. just like you," soobin says, eyes black.

he lowers down, then, and puts his mouth on his omega. soobin laps yeonjun up, slick pouring out now. yeonjun can feel the way soobin crowds his tongue in, spreads his hole with his thumbs. sucks his slick like it's through a damn straw.

"alpha," yeonjun whimpers. "in me."

but soobin doesn't stop.

he licks and licks, long tongue pressing in and out, up and around. when soobin pulls back, two fingers inside, his lips drip. yeonjun watches, convulses at the way his slick does look different. it's not clear and thin, it's thick and milky. almost like come but not quite. marbled.

"so good," soobin moans, humming around yeonjun's cock. "taste so fucking good."

"hhaaaa- alpha-ah," yeonjun mewls. his slick makes soobin's mouth glide so smooth, so wet over and over. thick fingers punch in, curl up.

"fill me up," soobin mumbles, lets his teeth graze yeonjun's cockhead.

and yeonjun's coming again. he empties in soobin's mouth, down his alpha's throat. as soobin swallows, his adams apple bobs. his lips purse and grip, keeping a tight seal around yeonjun's slit.

"ah ah ah-" yeonjun chokes on air, lost in the feeling of fire flowing through his veins. "ahhh fuck."

his cock stops pulsing eventually. soobin pulls off, licks the come off his mouth. then his big hand wraps around yeonjun's cock, still hard. the inferno still burns, still has sweat sheening yeonjun's skin.

"can I breed you now?" soobin asks.

he's so sweet, this alpha.

"please, soobinie."

so he does. soobin grips his omega's hips, flips him over. yeonjun knows precisely what to do next. he spreads his knees, lifts his ass, arches his back.

"need you, alpha."

"need you too, baby."

yeonjun shoves his face into his nest when soobin presses in. at first he moves slow, makes sure yeonjun's hole can accommodate. and of course it can. an omega in heat, desperate for alpha cock. yeonjun isn't the least bit ashamed.

"harder," he cries. and soobin delivers. skin slaps skin, slick squelches, sighs fall down yeonjun's spine.

"my omega," soobin grunts.

his words are muddled through clenched teeth. his cock steals the air from yeonjun's lungs, fills him so well he's dumb with it. tongue lolling, drool dripping, seeping through the sheets beneath him.

"a-a-alph-pha," he stutters through each thrust. "breed- breed me, breed me, br-"

"fuck," soobin growls. the palm of his hand slaps over yeonjun's scruff, curls around the wide slope of his neck. his alpha's thumb presses into the edge of his mating bite, left there years ago, still as sensitive as the start. "gon take my knot, ya? lemme fill you up? breed my baby?"

yeonjun is gone and in his place is a shell. empty, longing, rattling nothingness. he needs soobin's knot, needs his come, his seed, his pups. soobin's cock begins to swell at the base, his knot thickening with every thrust. yeonjun's hole strains with it. yeonjun sobs into his forearms, words gone, nonexistent. besides alpha. mate. more.

breed.

"need you to come for me," soobin gasps, locking his cock in. his knot presses deep, grinds with his hips. "can you come for me, baby? come, junnie, be a good omega. come for your alpha, c'mon."

yeonjun bites something. he isn't sure what, but it doesn't matter. not when another wave takes him out, starting at his untouched cock and spreading everywhere else. once again he's consumed, then consumed again when soobin's cock pulses, too.

and soobin's thumb inches in, down. it presses to the center of yeonjun's mating bite, hard but not too hard. his nail digs in, like a flick to a bruise. the waves keep coming, then. yeonjun whirls and rolls with them, feels the blankets beneath him soak up his come.

soobin's chest is on his back, now. they're both wet, sticky. his alpha's cock still twitches inside, even as soobin breathes down yeonjun's neck, drops damp kisses and sprinkles nips and nibbles.

"lay down," soobin rasps.

yeonjun does.

he collapses down, onto his side. soobin curls around his back, pulls yeonjun close. his cock slides deeper, presses soobin's come further. all of yeonjun's empty is full, so full. the only thing leaking out now is his tears.

"alpha," he says.

it doesn't make any noise, not at all. but soobin hears.

"you okay, baby?" soobin asks, soft hands fluttering. to yeonjun's stomach, full of come. to his chest, rubbing comfort into yeonjun's sternum. to his cheeks, wiping away his tears. "what do you need?"

yeonjun shakes his head.

"you."

a chuckle.

"I'm right here."

yeonjun nods.

"'s all I need."

the fire still burns. but it's controlled, contained within soobin's arms. yeonjun can think again, probably for just a bit. but it's enough to flood his cheeks, to make him groan into a pillow.

"what, omega? what is it?"

"I asked you to breed me."

a pause. then, laughter.

it shakes them both, jostles soobin's cock, makes yeonjun ache from the inside out.

"you did," soobin giggles. "and I did."

"mmh," yeonjun groans again. "embarrassing."

"no baby, it's normal," soobin says.

they lay quietly, for a while. soobin's cock doesn't act like it's going to go down anytime soon, and yeonjun's omega is on cloud fuckin nine.

"are you feeling okay?" soobin asks, quiet.

"ya," yeonjun says, smacks his lips. "it's not over yet. I can feel...more. but if you do that again..."

more giggles.

"yah! do what?"

yeonjun grins into his nest, a pair of soobin's underwear under his cheek.

"breed me," yeonjun whispers. "if you breed me again, I'll be fine."

soobin stops teasing, kisses yeonjun's spine.

"I'll do whatever you want, my sweet omega."

and he does. yeonjun's heat is short, its intensity nowhere near his juvenile memories' severity. rather than fear and pain, it's filled with words of comfort and the sweet scent of milky lavender tea. with promises of pups, of plans for a new house, of dreams and desires. and yeonjun knows he doesn't have to be scared anymore. he doesn't have to worry, doesn't need to be nervous. as long as soobin is there, his sweet alpha, everything will be just fine.

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