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Alphas want knots. No matter what the old books written by the bravado alphas who wrote the rules say.
Chan wants to knot something. But not an omega. That’s why he’s been putting off his rut and suppressing it. His doctor might’ve told him it was unhealthy and could lead to later problems.
He ignored all the warnings. Using patches until his glands burned and taking pills until he threw up.
He never wanted an omega. He felt ashamed at the fact but still wore the badge proudly.
He rejected every omega who saw themselves as a potential mate.
But he was kind enough to help them during their heats. Even if it was always a dreadful experience for him. But he was prideful of the fact he could bring them to at least 3 orgasms. At least.
But, all good things must come to an end, and those later problems caught up to him.
He was panting on the floor, his hands clutching the sheets of his bed as he attempted to pull himself up. Smearing his sweat along the silk fabric. His cheek rested hotly against the cloth, he was searing. His body betrayed him.
His eyes rolled back as another rush of heat flooded his body. He gasped out, shifting his hips. He bucked up, when a swollen tip met the seams of his jeans he moaned, teeth clenching to the point he thought they might crack.
Chan whimpered, reaching shakily for his phone, it was farther on his bed, he pawed helplessly. Tears welled in his eyes. He felt so helpless.
“Hyung..?”
The voice interrupted his pitiful attempts at trying to get help.
“Binnie…please..” He begged, hoping someone would give him mercy.
End his suffering.
Changbin slid to his knees, taking his pack leader's face in his hands, wincing and flinching back.
”Shit. You're burning up.” He coddled the older man, pulling him up onto the bed. His eyes shone with worry, his scent attempting to comfort Chan, who just whimpered. Now with the presence of the other alpha, his dick ached painfully.
His cock was hard before, his body forcing him to rut against anything and everything. But now with the scent and body of Changbin.
His scent spiked, his dick stirring, darkness filled his eyes.
He wanted to knot him. That’s what hes been longing for this whole time, another alpha.
”Hyung?” Changbin looked up, swallowing thickly. Chan pounced. His lips finding Changbin scent gland. He moaned at the taste.
“Please, please…I need this.” He whispered, he couldn’t take it anymore. He canted his hips, pushing up until he was grinding against Changbin, who threw his head back. He gripped the other alpha firmly.
He tilted his hips up, meeting the others frantic pushing with his own. They both moaned. Low and almost purr-like
“Ill- ill help- don’t worry Hyung, ill take care of you.”
He arched as Chan rid him of his clothing, hips thrusting up when Chan palms his semi.
”My alpha…mine.” His instincts told him to mark the younger alpha. Make him know who the leader was. The real alpha. The one that would fill him with a knot. The one who would get him pregnant. Even if it was impossible. He was going to show Changbin what it meant to be a real alpha.
“Hyungggg~” He begged, his scent coming in hefty loads of arousal, sparking a fire deep within Chan. He nibbled at the scent gland, drunk off the pheromones.
“Let me.”
Changbin nodded jerkily, craning his neck back. They both weren’t thinking straight but who cared? Not them.
He sunk his teeth down. A sweet coppery taste painting the inside of his mouth.
They moaned. Changbin's scent was metallic with tones of coffee, it mixed perfectly with Chan’s rosewater and pine. It mingled in the air, the two coming together.
There was a second where the two paused, panting, sweating, disbelieving. A moment of clarity swept its way through Chan’s mind.
“Fuck.” He dove back down, capturing Changbin mouth with his own, invading the wet space and swallowing every sound he made.
He pulled back, struggling to get his pants off. He growled, low and deep, eyes watering. He felt a soft hand caress his cheek, the other alpha nuzzling against the puffy red scent gland of Chan’s.
He whimpered, letting Changbin push him down and straddle his hips. He blinked lazily, sighing as Changbin took his pants off with ease. Chan whined, bucking his hips up, the small bulge already showing. He was aching to knot. It was 5 years since he last knotted something. He needed it. So badly.
There was a giant wet spot painting the front of his underwear, he was leaking like a fountain. His dick spilling all over himself. Pre dripped down his thighs through the fabric. His weeping cock begged him to do something about this.
“Jesus Christ, Chan…” He dipped his hand down, pressing against the soaked underwear. “Good boy. All needy for me.” Chan preened. He had a bit of a kink. Not that there was any way for Changbin to know that before now.
“You like that Chan?” He spoke sickly sweet, his voice smooth like honey. Chan nodded furiously. He liked being told what to do. Have a break from being the leader. He liked being taken care of.
Changbin removed both of their underwear. Chan was slicked enough to not need lube. Pre sliding down his legs, Changbin swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his mouth watering.
Changbin angled himself, barely struggling before he slipped the alpha into his hole. The stretch was world shattering. He sunk down, taking all of him. They stopped, staring down at each other.
There was a moment of stillness. Both of them trying to catch their breath. Chan had his eyes squinted, trying to blink away the tears. It was so good.
He pushed his hips up, driving himself deeper into the hole.
Changbin moaned, meeting his thrust with his own.
He rode him, the sound of skin slapping echoed in the room. Metal, coffee, pine, rose. It filled the room, swirling around them. Filling their minds with only each other. Chan’s hands found Changbin's hips, pulling him into a hard slam. Chan bucked his hips into the other, setting a ruthless pace, skin slapping skin. Changbin rolled his ass forward. His mouth fell open in a silent moan, Chan’s dick nuzzling the tip into his prostate. “S-so good~ good boy- oh- fuck- fuck!~! I-I’m gonna~” Changbin fell forward. His dick releasing a spray liquid, Chan stopped, mouth open and eyes wide, his mind was too hazy to fully question the other man. “Did- did you just-?” He started a slow roll of his hips, making the other alpha bite his lip, holding back a moan.
“I don’t know! It just happens sometimes I’m-I’m- Hng—!”
Chan sent a particularly harsh thrust straight to Changbin’s prostate
He buried his face into the crook of his neck. Chan growled, sitting up and flipping their positions. Subspace flowing over him and enveloping his mind. He didn’t feel whiny or needy now. He just wanted Changbin pregnant. Filled with his pups. He wanted to dominate him. He fucked his dick deeper and deeper, chasing his high, along with his entire foucus being on making the Changbin squirt again. He wanted to fill him with pleasure.
He licked a strip up Changbin’s chest, he moaned, arching his back off the mattress. Chan swirled his tongue around one of the sensitive, pink buds. Chan felt the liquid once more, the warmth leaking in between them, “Binne…need it- need to knot-“ Changbin nodded, dick dripping with slick, squirt, and pre. He needed release just as bad as Chan, he felt hot, sticky, unbearably horny…his scent spiked, and he panted. “C-Chan-“ he whimpered uncomfortably. His fingers clawed down Chan’s back, “I’m- something’s wrong-“
He was going into a rut. A forced rut. One that Chan’s scent induced.
He bucked his hips up. Chan sniffed the air, moaning loudly. “Fuck, Binnie.” He sunk his dick into him again, pulling out until it was just his tip pulling on the rim. He started pushing into him with slow, deep thrusts, hitting Changbin's prostate with each roll.
Then he snapped his hips, fucking his puffy, swollen hole with a relentlessness that challaged gods own will. It pulled a string of Ah-Ah-Ah’s out of the younger.
“Can I-? Please? Binnie i want to- lemme knot- please-“ he felt the swell of his knot, begging to pop. He wanted to be stuck in Changbin for hours.
“Please alpha- knot me- please- fill me up-“ Changbin begged, pushing his hips up, he felt his own knot hard and ready at the base, just waiting to puff up to its full size.
Chan clenched his teeth, moaning as he shoved his dick down into him, his knot expanding dangerously big, Changbin moaned, warmth flooding through his body, his dick exploded, pumping cum out as it slicked his thighs up, covering his chest with white. His own knot grew, he whimpered in pain, only to sigh in relief as Chan covered it with his hand, pumping with his other hand, fisting him up and down, driving him into overstimulation, he cried out, tears welling as his body finally gave in, cumming into Chan’s closed hand.
He collapsed back onto the bed. His knot throbbed, swelling before falling back to its normal size. He glanced down at where they were connected. Chan’s hadn’t gone down yet. It had been a few minutes. He glanced up at Chan. He was staring right back at him. “You good, Alpha?” He pulled down Chan, who was clearly still in subspace. Changbin stroked the other's hair, lolling him to sleep.
It was 3 hours before Chan’s knot went down. Changbin didn’t complain, but when Chan woke up both of their dicks were standing tall. The rut wasn’t over. They smiled at each other, pulled the other closer as they pressed their lips together.
They fucked again. And again. And once more for good measures.
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, smelling like each other, Changbin with a mate mark, and Chan smelling like an Alpha who just presented. It was safe to say the others were very shocked. And albeit pleased.
It was a good lesson for Chan. Don’t hold yourself back from