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At first glance, Soobin seems like the perfect alpha: tall, reserved and the leader of TOMORROW X TOGETHER.
To everyone who gets to know him a little bit better, it becomes clear that, for an alpha, Soobin is pretty easy-going. He doesn't get riled up, doesn't get aggressive, doesn't even raise his voice. He takes his pack mate's teasing in stride, is not threatened by their jabs and only lightly assert his dominance to tease back.
To the trained eye, however, he not only endures the teasing his pack mates dish out to him, but he seems to enjoy it. And only the people closest to him know how far that enjoyment goes.
But only his pack gets to participate. They get to help him be the best leader he can be by bending him over and having their way with him. Truly, they're doing him a service.
Anybody of their pack, anywhere, anytime. That's the agreement. He leads them and in turn he's theirs for the taking.
✧
With Kai, Soobin never sees it coming.
They are on the couch, watching some anime they wanted to catch up on weeks ago, but didn't have the time. It's just them, the others gone off to the gym. At least, that's what Soobin thinks. He didn't really pay attention when Kai pulled him by the sleeve to the couch, put him down and snuggled up to his side.
Kai's rich, creamy taro milk tea scent is right under his nose, but it's still hard to relax. They've been so busy lately. This is the first free day they have in maybe two weeks, and the responsibility of free time is more stressful than liberating. There's so much left to do.
He thinks they’re watching Hunter x Hunter. Well, Kai is watching Hunter x Hunter. The frames hit Soobin's retina, but it doesn't really register. It doesn't register that his leg is bouncing, that he's starting to smell prickly and on edge, either.
He doesn't catch the subtle sweetening of Kai's scent, black sugar that swirls up when Kai moves the hand that rests on Soobin's stomach to his chest. It feels nice. But he doesn't see it coming when Kai grazes his fingers ever so slightly over a nipple.
"Can you get me one of your zip-up hoodies?"
Soobin doesn't drag his gaze from the screen, despite not remembering what happened in the scene before.
"Hmm?"
"That covernat zip up one you wore yesterday. Get it for me, hyungie? I'm cold."
Kai's body heat radiates on him from his side, but Soobin still doesn't see it coming.
"Why can't you get one of your own yourself?"
"It doesn't smell like you." Kai pouts. "I want to use it for my nest."
That finally distracts him enough to see Kai's big, brown pleading eyes.
"Oh. Okay, sure."
He doesn't see it coming when he comes back, hoodie in hand and Kai stands next to the couch with a shit-eating grin on his face. Soobin frowns when Kai drapes it over the armrest, zipped open and inside facing up. He moves to sit back down, but Kai's hand is firm on his chest.
"Not so fast."
Soobin finally starts to get an inkling of what Kai wants from him when Kai's broad hands turn him and push his back down.
"Bend over for me, Soobin."
Kai's voice is deep, with a rare authoritative edge. It's still soft, like his Hueningie, but the pleading tone he used earlier is gone. It makes Soobin's breath stutter out of his lungs. It loosens something in his chest on its way out.
He does as he's told, bends over until his face meets the couch. Kai leaves his backside to prop a cushion under his chest.
"Is that comfortable?"
Kai is so kind, Soobin sometimes doubts he deserves it. Not everyone treats him this way and that's fine too. He just takes whatever they want to give.
He nods.
"Good alpha."
The first shiver rolls deliciously down his spine. He hasn't done much of anything yet, but he's already good in Kai's eyes. It makes him feel warm and mellow.
"You smell so good, hyung. I want to have you in my nest all the time." Kai's cool fingers dip under the waistband and pull his briefs and joggers down over the swell of his ass in one go. "But since I can't, I'll have to settle for the next best thing."
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That's how Soobin finds himself bent over in their shared living room with his pack omega two fingers deep in his ass, stretching him open.
"Hyung," Kai hums. "You're tight even though Yeonjun-hyung had you this morning."
He sounds surprised. Bewildered, almost, even though this is a common occurrence for them to pass him around like a blunt. Embarrassment flushes through Soobin's limbs, leaving his body squirming and his head pleasantly fuzzy. He moans.
"It's okay, hyung. I'm patient."
Normal Soobin would snort, remind Kai of the last time he was decidedly not patient and tease him. But he's not normal Soobin anymore. Somewhere, between one and two fingers in, Kai found Soobin's mental off-switch. He didn't press it head-on though, teased the edges slowly, made Soobin feel every sensation.
The drag of knuckles pulling out draw something like a whimper out of him. His mind feels light, not aware enough to understand what displeases him. Just that everything suddenly feels wrong.
"Shhh."
The palm of a warm, dry hand splay over his lower back, kneading softly at the taut muscles. "You're so tense. No ah- need to be. Be good and you'll have my fingers again."
A wet sound echoes through the living room. Kai grunts softly and a stronger, sweeter taro scent permeates the air. Soobin immediately moans into the couch cushion. It's the scent of Kai's slick, fresh from the source. Soobin can't see, but he imagines that it drips down the fingers Kai just had in his ass. He goes limp over the couch in an instant.
"Good," Kai chuckles, amused. "Stay like that."
Two, slicked up fingers slide back inside him, and because Soobin is being a 'good alpha' according to Kai, he quickly adds a third. With every twist of Kai's fingers, he raises goosebumps up along his arms, pumps heat through his veins that coil in his groin. It’s pleasure in its purest form.
Society has subliminally told him that alphas shouldn't enjoy it this much. Getting dicked down by their pack omega is unthinkable for most alphas Soobin has met in his lifetime. But he is different, has always been. He can't help it that he does. He likes it so much, he craves it. His steadily leaking cock is proof enough.
The anime they were watching before Kai told him to bend over still plays on the TV. He doesn't hear a word of it anymore, his thoughts pleasantly puttered out into nothing but static.
Kai proves himself to be patient. He's big for an omega, but even then this thorough of a prep isn't necessary, Soobin thinks. But it isn't really about what he thinks at all, is it? It's about Soobin being a good alpha, staying still, for pack omega to do with as he pleases. And if that is fingering him, using him like a toy and not letting him come, then that's what Soobin likes too.
When the tips of Kai's fingers find his prostate, Soobin's hips buck up. The movement rubs head of his dick over the lining of his own zip-up hoodie. He's known to be a leaker, so the fabric already feels soaked when he ruts against it. It still feels rough against his sensitive tip, though. A whine rips out of him when Kai finds his prostate again.
"If you stay good like this, I'll jerk you off with my slicked-up hand."
Soobin sucks in a shaky breath. His own orgasms are never guaranteed when they use him, so this feels like a light at the end of the tunnel.
"How does that sound? Sound good?"
Soobin’s pumpkin spice scent blooms, heats up around them, which should be answer enough. Soobin's syrupy brain only catches on that Kai needs words when his warmth leaves him. He opens his mouth but it takes another few moments before his efforts form an intelligible sound.
"Yea-h."
"Great!" Kai giggles. "I'll save some especially for you."
Soobin has his eyes closed, but he can hear the wink in his voice. It makes Soobin feel a bit dizzy. Sometimes, especially when Kai is so considerate and cheerful like this, Soobin wonders if he's really into using him as some of the others are.
His doubts are always thwarted when, without warning, Kai slides in all the way and doesn't wait for Soobin to adjust to start up his pace.
Despite the thorough prep, the first so many thrusts sting before the pain peters off into a pleasant ache. Comforting, almost. As much as it's a reminder that alphas are not supposed to do this, Soobin welcomes this feeling, cherishes it and the pleasure that pools in his abdomen. It makes his dick pulse and leak more precum. It makes him feel alive and calm in ways nothing else can.
Kai didn't tell him to stay quiet, so he doesn't. Kai did tell him to stay like this, so he confesses his moans to the cushions. He promised to be good, so he will be good. He is good.
"Show me your face, Soobin. Let me hear you."
Because he is good, he turns his head so one cheek is smushed against the couch. His moans are freed, echoing through the room along with the sounds of the anime, the steady slap of slick skin on skin mixing in like a dialogue.
Kai drapes himself over Soobin, his weight settling over him like a blanket, pressing Soobin into the seats. It's easy to lose focus like this. Time stretches as Kai fucks him slowly. He doesn't chase his own pleasure yet, doesn't become a frantic puppy humping a leg like he always gets towards the end and that's fine. Whatever Kai wants. And if he wants to play with him, edge him, if he wants to keep from touching him, that's fine. Perfect even.
"Hey Kai!"
The weight lifts off him, which pulls Soobin up enough from his haze to become aware of what's going on.
They're not alone anymore.
A shiver ripples down his spine, pushing out a sob he didn't know he carried in his chest.
"Sup." Kai sounds casual, as if he were eating a sandwich and not balls deep into Soobin on the couch they share. "Have a good workout?"
Someone approaches the couch and kisses Kai. Soobin can tell by how Kai’s soft pants get interrupted by a smooching sound. It doesn’t interrupt Kai’s rhythm, though.
"You know it." Footsteps step away from them until they stop next to the TV. Soobin opens his eyes enough to see Beomgyu flex his biceps to Kai.
"Hnn-nice."
Beomgyu doesn't look at him when he flops down onto the other side of the couch. He doesn't look up from his phone when Soobin whimpers as Kai tries out a new angle that hits his prostrate head on. Actually, he ignores him completely as he addresses Kai. Soobin's skin prickles with it.
"Let's play a game later?"
Kai pushes into him hard. It lights up a spark along his spine and releases another sob from his chest.
"Sure."
Apparently, Kai decides now is the time to chase his own orgasm. He pistons into him like that desperate puppy he tends to be, fast and snappy, pushing Soobin closer to his own edge with him. From the corner of his eyes, he can see Kai grin behind him, can see him catch his bottom lip between his teeth on the next thrust, can see his eyes roll back. He looks totally lost in pleasure. This is what makes the heat in his stomach jump the most. To be the reason for that pleasure.
Everyday noises harmonise easily with their lewd ones. Kitchen cabinets open and close. Soobin moans. The sink spews water into a pot. Kai's balls slap against Soobin's taint wet and loud. The gas stove crackles to life. The fragrant smell of ramyeon seasoning fills the air, blending with their taro milk tea and pumpkin spice latte scents, heady and heated.
It's strangely domestic. It shouldn't work, but it does.
"Any-one wanna-ah have a go after- after I'm done?"
Soobin sucks in a breath. It burns, a fire blazing under his skin. They might not be done with him yet. It's not up to him. The rest of the pack's interested scents betray nothing, it could be anybody, or nobody.
"I do."
It's Taehyun. He should have known. Taehyun hardly ever passes on an opportunity to be inside him.
A relieved exhale whooshes out of him. His usefulness is extended. Taehyun's coffee scent wafts closer, rich and creamy and sweet.
"Al-hng-right." Kai moans. "Gimme a sec, 'M-I'm close."
Soobin can feel it. Feels Kai's dick twitch when he buries himself in him with shallow, stuttering thrusts. It feels just outside his grasp, but it feels like he can feel Kai's dick everywhere at the same time. Mostly, he feels his own dick throb. It's hot and aching and trapped between his stomach and the hoodie and he desperately wishes someone would touch him. Grant him some release.
Kai promised him. He just needed to be good and stay like this. More than that, he wants to feel full.
With the last few thrusts and Kai's bruising grip on his hips, he manages to tether Soobin's floaty mind to where their bodies meet. When Kai comes with a high-pitched moan, the warmth that fills him is what grounds him to the present.
Kai's last pulses aren't enough to make him come, but it's okay. It maybe shouldn't, but feeling Kai's load inside of him satisfies his inner alpha. He supposes it has something to do with with providing for his pack. He's a provider. Nobody said anything about how he should do it.
"He's all yours," Kai pants. A wet sob escapes Soobin's lips when he suddenly feels empty. "I promised to jerk him off, but if he comes before you're done, make sure it's on the hoodie, okay?"
The deliciously thick vanilla notes of Kai's post-nut scent let up as he steps away. Soobin whines. If they were having regular sex, he'd never let Kai leave. He tends to get clingy, insistent on cuddling. But he doesn't have much of a say right now. Luckily, Taehyun's dominating scent rolls over him like a blanket, roasted coffee smelling hot and aroused. His head feels light with it.
"Hey hyung."
The alpha's voice is familiar, soft. Soothing Soobin's frayed nerves.
"You took great care of Kai. You feel up for one more round? You can simply nod."
There's no hesitation. Soobin nods his head the best he can while his cheek is still smushed against the couch.
Taehyun lets out a grunt. His hands are gentle on the small of his back, stroking over the expanse of the entirety of it, pushing his white T-shirt up so it pools in his armpits.
"You're such a good toy for us to use. Such a good pack alpha."
Soobin thinks he could cry from the praise and is proven right. The first tears roll down his face as he smiles through a sob.
Thanks to Kai's slick, Taehyun's dick slides smoothly up and down the cleft of Soobin's ass. He's bare, already hard and teasing his sensitive rim. A strangled moan makes it's way up and out of Soobin's throat. His peak seems so far away now while he was so close before. This is not nearly enough.
Taehyun wastes no time, sets a rapid rhythm from the get go. He's as big as Kai (maybe a little thicker), but the way Taehyun fucks him couldn't be more different. When he gets like this, there's no thoughts of teasing anymore, his instincts only driven by need. He's so in touch with his alpha like this that Soobin sometimes almost envies him. Almost. He just enjoys the feeling of getting split open on Taehyun's dick way more. He likes how the constant drag against his insides sends hot flashes through his spine, makes him melt and pliant, tongue lolling and peeking out from his open lips. He's probably drooling as he moans. It's just a string of ah-ah-ahs filling the room along with Yeonjun-hyung's idle singing.
It's all so good, but so much. His hands feel for something to hold on to. The couch cushions' fabric is too rough, but at the same time too smooth, too stuffed under his palm that it slips from his grasp. Soft fabric meet his fingertips when he reaches further up. Beomgyu's joggers. They smell faintly of his smooth green tea beta scent. He balls his fists into them like they're a lifeline.
Beomgyu hums softly above him. Playful fingers thread into his blond hair, dance over his scalp like butterflies kissing his cheeks. It's so soft, so tender that Soobin wants to weep. He does. Thicker tears roll over the bridge of his nose, then sink into the couch. His shoulders shake with a sob, then another.
"Taehyun." Yeonjun's voice is stern, closer to the couch this time. "Wrap it up. I don't want my noodles to get soggy."
"Can't have that." Taehyun groans. "'Don't worry- hyung. I’ll make it quick."
Soobin knows that’s an easy promise for Taehyun to fulfill. While Soobin is the virile kind of alpha who lasts long and comes a lot, Taehyun is the virile kind of alpha who's quick to shoot his load. But this also means he is capable of impregnating at least 10 omegas a night if he wanted. Lucky for Soobin, all Taehyun wants right now is to impregnate him. His thrusts his cock deep, deeper than Kai did, so deep Soobin can feel him in his throat and he almost believes Taehyun can do it.
One of Soobin's favourite memories is Taehyun testing out his refractory period by stuffing Soobin full until he was spent. The record stands at twelve.
He’s brought back to the present as Taehyun pulls out, leaving him empty, leaking, sobbing. He holds his breath for what's coming.
A strangled noise, a quiet fuck and that's it. The scent of the most refreshing, comforting coffee explodes in the room as hot ropes of cum land on the expanse of Soobin's back, hitting as high as his shoulder blades. Taehyun's choice for a back shot doesn't surprise him. He's always had something for his back.
Soobin's lungs expand, heave breath after breath but he never lands, only floats. His entire body feels lit like a birthday sparkler, hot and tingling, ready to burst. He's so ready to burst.
"You are so good for us, hyung. Good alpha."
Kai.
"The best." Taehyun pants, breathless. "Soobin. We're so lucky."
The scent of ramyeon grows stronger, it's paired with the sound of bowls and spoons being placed on the low table.
"Please." It's a pathetic whimper, thin and needy. "P-please. You promise- promised."
"Of course." Kai says sweetly. "I'll give you what you want, hyung. Always."
The unmistakable sweet scent of Kai's slick fills his nostrils as Kai's fingers finally curl around his flushed cock. A keen rips out of him and he squirms away from the touch he was so desperate for. The pressure is so much, so much, so sudden. Kai's slick feels like a balm on a bruise.
With Taehyun's coffee behind him, Kai's taro milk tea underneath him and Beomgyu's fingers above him, it's easy to feel safe.
"Let go, Binnie."
With Yeonjun's soft voice suddenly so close in his ear, it's easy to let go.
His orgasm hits and his mind goes blissfully blank. His body pulses along with the undulating waves of pleasure that make him lose feeling in his fingertips, but his head is floating. Only one word present in his mind.
Good.
Soft touches bring him back to the couch. Fingers playing with his hair, warm, long strokes along his sides. Soft words, so full of earnestness.
"You did good, Soobin. You sound so beautiful."
Kai's smile is the first thing he sees when he blinks his eyes open.
"Hey hyung. I'm gonna help you sit up. Dinner is ready."
He feels like a sack of potatoes, heavy and all loose parts, but it's not a challenge for Kai's strength. His arms are steady under his armpits, safely transferring him into Taehyun's hold. He can't help groan into Taehyun's neck when he feels gravity do its work. He's glad nobody can see his crimson blush as Kai's come drips out of him and onto the zip-up hoodie, his hoodie, adding to the mess he made of it with his own copious amount of come. It's humiliating, and that's the point.
"Eeeeww," Beomgyu groans when Kai cleans his back with a suspiciously familiar feeling cloth. "Please tell me that hoodie is going straight into the washing machine."
"Nope! It's going straight into my nest."
"Eugh. You're so gross."
"And that sounds like omegaphobia." Kai says with the sweetest smile. "Your nest privileges are hereby revoked."
Beomgyu splutters in protest. Soobin thinks, but he’s not sure. He zones out for a while. He can only recall Taehyun's warmth as he strokes soothing circles down his back and his calm, his satisfied scent fills directly into his nose from his gland. It pulls him down little by little. Suddenly, his throat aches from crying and his neck feels sore from the awkward position.
But he doesn't crash. Multiple someones kiss his cheek, wipe his tears. He always has someone's hands on him, carrying his weight. It makes his heart feel warm and fuzzy, even through his body feels so heavy from exhaustion.
He can't recall how he got there, but he ends up seated in Yeonjun's lap, who's sitting on the floor with his back resting against the couch. Beomgyu's legs bracket them like a very leggy hug. Soobin nuzzles his face in the space between Beomgyu's knee and Yeonjun's neck, drinking in the scent of fizzy cherry soda.
Yeonjun's hum vibrates against his cheek, comforting. It's louder than the clatter of cutlery in bowls, the slurping of noodles and whatever is playing on the TV now. Soobin doesn't know what it is, but it's not their anime anymore.
"Binnie?" Soft lips whisper against his cheek. "How are you feeling? Are you hungry?"
Slowly landing back into his body means that the growl of his stomach feels sudden, although it might have been going on for a while. Soobin takes one last drag of refreshing cherry into his nose, before lifting his face up out of his sanctuary.
"There you are."
Yeonjun's lips are curled into the kindest smile. It matches the crinkle of his eyes.
"Can you answer my question?"
"Feel good." Soobin croaks. Ouch. He must have sobbed more than he thinks. "Neck aches though. 'N hungry."
"Drink first."
Yeonjun hands him a water bottle with the cap off already. The first sip is small, tentative. The water is cool and feels so good in his raw throat that the bottle is empty within the minute.
"Slow, slow." Yeonjun chuckles. "There's more where that came from."
His lips shine with water when he smiles, a bit sheepishly. What can he say, the water helped. He feels better already. More present.
"Was thirsty." He pouts.
"You're cute." Yeonjun's fingers pinch his cheek. They drag him close until Yeonjun pecks his lips. "Want some ramyeon?"
Perched in Yeonjun's lap, he feeds Soobin ramyeon from a shared bowl. A bite for Soobin, a bite for Yeonjun. It makes him feel a little childish, a little bit inappropriate for a leader to be babied so much. But Yeonjun doesn't seem to mind. His praising words slide like honey down his aching throat and settle around his heart like a protective layer.
"You're eating so well, Binnie."
The noodles did get soggy, but Yeonjun doesn't show any sign of displeasure. His eyes stay attentive, his nose scrunching when Soobin does something he deems cute, which is very often. It's a relief.
When he starts swaying in place with drooping eyelids, Yeonjun guides him back to the safety of his scent gland with a firm, but gentle hand. He keeps his hand on his neck, massaging the ache and leftover tension away until Soobin sags against him, his entire weight carried by the eldest alpha. He's not floating anymore, so when the voice in the back of his head worries that's he's too heavy, it feels loud. Yet, Yeonjun's cherry scent stays satisfied, bubbling happily alongside the rumble in his chest.
"Yah, Choi Yeonjun." Beomgyu calls, jostles them with his knee. "You had him this morning, so the rules are that you can't hog him again tonight. He's mine to cuddle with when we go to sleep. I called dibs, remember?"
Yeonjun's chest shakes with laughter against Soobin's. "Is that how you talk to your elder alpha? Of course I remember." A hand caresses down his spine, knob by knob, massaging gently. "But for now he's still mine."
All stress is forgotten. Nothing is left of his nervous energy, thanks to his pack carrying him like this.
When he inhales, the scent of pack that is infused to the couch sends a shudder down his spine. Beomgyu's fingers return to his blond locks and that's what lets sleep in to swallow him whole.
✧
Soobin is a pretty chill for an alpha, but his pack makes it easy to be.