The Seeds of Fate
Title: The Seeds of Fate
Author: wishunew
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: JongTae Onkey, surprise~
Warning: knotting
Summary: Fate takes no prisoners
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omg what is this? is this what i think it is? omg maybe it is. it just might be, who knows? im posting this before work and i totally should be because i should be getting ready for work but lol no. (for those of you waiting for albatross 3 i finished it it just has to be edited and its fucking huge and i hate editing so you see my problem)
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The birth control they’d been taking had upset Jinki’s schedule, which Key wasted no time yelling about because they were perfectly regular up until the “JongTae incident,” and now the older boys get violently ill once a month and Jinki was never on time anymore. Being so off schedule was messing with the older boy; he was nervous about it messing everything up because you couldn’t count on his heat days to be the same every month.
Today, Jinki had gone down to the dance studio for some private rehearsal right after breakfast, and was late coming back. Well past when he should have been back for lunch, the others were starting to worry. Key had volunteered to go and look, taking a container full of the stew he’d made, in case Jinki wasn’t late, and had just been so busy working on the new dance that he’d lost track of time.
However, Key knew things were amiss the moment he neared the studio. There was a coy, familiar smell in the air; it flirted with his nose, not letting him remember where it was from. He should have known. One foot in the dance room and it was obvious. The wet sweetness, the loud, needy moan that filled the air at his arrival, and the sudden heat that broke out over Key’s skin. He should have known.
He turned slowly and groaned low in his throat. Jinki was a mess, baggy dance clothes clinging to him, white shirt drenched from his sweat as he writhed on the floor, sweatpants clinging to his thighs and Key shivered, licking his lips as he placed the food on the floor. He should leave, he thought, rationalizing as best he could. Sure, Jinki was attractive, but he didn’t want to fuck him. It was physical response that neither of them could control. Not to say that Key didn’t fight hard against it; the last time this had happened he’d gotten away, but Jinki had only been minutes into his heat then, as opposed to now, the older boy drenched from hours of being down here. Who know when it hit? How long Jinki had been shaking and writhing in deliciously agonizing pleasure, alone?
Before he knew it, Key had crawled over to the leader. It should have been Taemin, Kibum thought hazily as he crawled over the man’s prone form, or one of the managers, someone who had some sort of immunity to this. But it wasn’t them, it was him. And he really, really needed to focus.
“Hyung?” He tried blocking his nose and breathing though his mouth, but now it was like he could taste it, a sweet honey caramel flavor that just a little salt, addicting and making his mouth water. “C-come on, we have to… we have to get you out of here.” Rationality was hard, but not unachievable as he gripped Jinki’s shoulders and shook him lightly.
The older man just moaned louder, his whole body trembling when Key touched him. His hair was wet with sweat and Key took back everything he’d ever said about solo beta heat porn as the leader opened his eyes, wet with need and pupils blow wide.
“Please,” he whimpered, clutching at Key’s shirt and pressing up against him, “please.”
Kibum felt himself deflate, a little, even as his blood surged hot at Jinki’s begging. There was no recognition in the older boys face.
It was uncommon for betas to loose themselves in their heat, but not unheard of. Betas who ran this hot were incorrectly called omegas, based off a popular work of fiction when someone wanted their character to feel special for being different. Some alphas lost it, too, descending into more primal instincts. All it was doing right now was making things more difficult for Key, because Jinki running hotter than functional meant that there wouldn’t be any mutual help. Just Kibum trying to resist a beta who won’t say no.
“Can’t,” he hissed, correcting himself out loud. Like this, Jinki can’t say no, and that’s why he needed to help, because what if it had been someone else?
But Jinki was pushing at him when Key tried to get him to stand up, refusing to support himself as they moved closer to the door. He squirmed out of the younger boy’s grasp and onto his knees, nuzzling into the tent of the alpha’s pants, moaning eagerly. Key tensed and trembled, stumbling back into the wall and Jinki followed, purring like a cat on his knees and he mouthed over Key’s cock, eager and needy.
The younger boy was having a hard time trying to remember why he was resisting. Jinki was so willing, and it’s not like he could get pregnant, not right now, anyway. But the fact that it wasn’t Jinki, the older man wasn’t in his right mind, made it so hard to just go with it. Despite the fact that he knew the older man wouldn’t be angry with him, tease him a little for giving in, yes, but not angry.
Seemingly upset with the lack of stimulation he was getting, Jinki growled at Key, nipping at his thighs, and Key swore it wasn’t him who pushed the beta away, the growl at the impudence of the older man was more animal than human, but Jinki ate it up, keening and arching, rolling onto his stomach and struggling out of his pants, presenting himself.
It should have looked silly, sweatpants bunched up around his ankles because he lacked the thought and skills to kick off his shoes. But he just looked so… ready. Key whined as he felt his cock twitch eagerly at the display of submission. The leaders entrance was soaked, wetness dampening his thighs. His opening was parted, slightly, like lips waiting to be kissed, and Kibum felt himself giving in, falling to his knees because, just a taste wouldn’t be so bad right?
He nuzzled his way between Jinki’s ass cheeks, reaching up to squeeze them tightly. Firm and muscular and delicious, Key barely revisited the urge to sink his teeth into him. He couldn’t mark Jinki, if they were mates things would only get worse. Instead he licked his way up Jinki’s crevice , the salty sweet slickness making him growl low in his throat as he pressed higher, boldly licking inside the man’s hole, only slightly loose. Loose enough for a cock to slide in without prep; the beta’s body was an art form that Key was thoroughly enjoying.
With every swipe of his tongue over the older boys rim, Jinki cried out louder; it wasn’t what his body needed, but it felt so good. Key ate him out so perfectly, spreading him open and Jinki just caved to his touches, eager and willing, melting on his tongue like chocolate. Kibum was flushed with arousal and shame as he fucked his tongue deeper into the older man’s ass, struggling to get his pants down as well.
He spread his legs as he slicked his fingers up with Jinki’s wetness. He hesitated for moment, chastising himself for how intimate he’d allowed this to become; there’s no going back when you’re tongue deep inside your leader and friend. Kibum hesitated only momentarily before giving in, teasing the rim of his own ass with his slick fingers hesitantly, he’d only ever done this a handful of times, so taboo was the thought of an alpha taking it like a beta, but he didn’t care, or he told himself he didn’t, sliding a slick finger inside slowly, working himself open on it as he continued to tease Jinki.
The older man wouldn’t stay still for much longer, he could tell by the way Jinki’s muscles were tensing, ready to pounce on the alpha male, to take what he needed. He’d scented Key’s status the moment he’d entered the room, his body craving the knot that only an alpha’s cock can give him, the stretch, such a thorough breeding that he’d feel it for weeks. Key pressed a second finger inside as he whimpered against Jinki, trying to imagine what it would feel like to be knotted, spread from the inside and tied. He shivered and slides his fingers out when Jinki rolled away from him, making huffy noises like a displeased cat as he rolled and tried to rid himself of the clothes around his ankles.
Key sighed and helped him out of them, it was endearing, and more than a little sexy to see Jinki like this, so instinctual, so… feral. He must have dwelled on it a little too long, because the moment Jinki was free of his clothing he pounced on Kibum. He was weak, shaking violently as he tried to force the younger boy to the ground with a whimper that sounded like a growl, rubbing back on Key’s cock with a desperate need. Key rolled them over fast, barely managing to stop himself from sinking his teeth into the beta’s collarbone. This was so wrong, he tried to reason as he reached down to grasp his cock, rubbing his tip up and down Jinki’s wet entrance, purring at the feeling; he wanted to fight it, responsible band mates didn’t fuck their friends.
Taemin had given in right away, but that was different, he’d bitten and claimed Jonghyun years ago, it was but a stroke of luck that they were bounded. But this…. This wasn’t a claim, he wasn’t bound to Jinki, it was just hormonal, archaic instinct driving his hips foreword as he gasped, growling in pleasure as he slid into the older man’s hot body. The moan that tumbled from Jinki’s lips as he arched his back up to meet Key’s thrust was sinful, so full of satisfaction one would think he’d came. Key chuckled as he slowly rocked into the leader, who bucked and rolled up to meet his hips. It was barely tolerable, the urge to pin Jinki and take, take, take was so strong, like a black hole sucking him in.
He forced it away, buried down deep and settled for digging his nails into Jinki’s hips, pulling him back harder into his thrusts as Key watched the older boy lose himself, begs and pleads falling from his lips as Key fucks him hard and fast, watching as Jinki scratches at the floor and at Key’s back, struggling to find a way to keep himself grounded.
“God, you’re such a slut, hyung,” Key whispered, running a hand down Jinki’s stomach, tense with pleasure, his muscles rippling as he clenched down hard on Key’s cock, as if he could feel the slow swell at the base of the younger boys cock. “Look at you, such an eager beta, aren’t you baby? So wet for a knot, my knot,” he purred again, thumbing over the scar on Jinki’s hip before teasing his cock, watching the older boy cry out, his whole body shuddering at the added sensation. “Here too, dripping for me, like a good bitch.” He couldn’t stop the words that spewed from his lips, but he kind of wishes he could. They wouldn’t stop, even as Jinki shivered and blushed, slurs clearly penetrating his foggy brain. But there was only so much he could hold back, the pheromones in the room flooding Key’s senses, making him dizzy, high of Jinki’s arousal.
“I’m not,” Jinki whimpered, sounding lost and helpless, even as he continued to clench down on Key’s cock, press back against him, “Please, d-don’t.” He opened his eyes, before clenched shut from the pleasure, blinking them up at Key. They were wet from unshed tears of pleasure, still glazed over and out of focus, but they had a gleam to them, like he was scared, and oh so young, biting his lip and digging his nails into Key’s arm. Whatever it was that had happen within Jinki’s mind burned away in a second with an accidental shift of Key’s hips, his cock pressing up against the older man’s spot suddenly and the pleasure filled scream that fell from his lips was ecstasy to Key’s ears. The pheromones in the room spiked as Jinki’s cock dripped precum, animalistic noises of pure bliss falling from the older man’s lips as Key stroked his cock in time with this thrusts.
He had to abandon Jinki’s erection, however, in favor of gripping the boys hips hard, pulling him back against him as the young idol’s knot starts to swell larger, the almost too intense feeling of it pressing in and being dragged out of the leader’s body had Key whimpering like a puppy, until, with one hard thrust, he pressed inside for the final time, his knot too big to pull out, grinding desperately into Jinki as he went back to stroking the man off.
Jinki was close though, could tell by the way his cock twitched, the touched out tone of his whimpers, shivering and bucking into Key’s aborted thrusts and clenching down on the dancers still growing knot. He arched up, sinking his teeth into the side of Key’s neck as he came, spilling between them suddenly and clenched down so tightly around Key’s cock. He thought his eyes crossed, feeling himself fall over the edge and spill into Jinki.
Key panted heavily, trying to keep himself from falling onto the older man as the fog of heat started to clear from him. He wondered if Jinki would return to clarity as well, but from the way he was purring like some kind of feline and licking at the wound he’d left on Key’s neck, it didn’t look likely.
The younger idol had relaxed into Jinki’s chest, the older man whining and arching up slightly, probably trying to get Key to return the bite, but he would not, especially not now when he was stated a little, thinking more clearly and so overwhelmed with how much this was a bad idea. What if Jinki never forgave him for this? If he wasn’t balls deep inside the boy, he’d probably be throwing up. He’d taken advantage of the older boy; sure, neither of them could really be at fault, but Key was relatively clear headed, he could have turned around and walked away, should have.
He’d only closed his eyes for a moment before he sat bolt upright, pulling a whine from Jinki as his knot tugged at the man’s entrance. Something wasn’t right, the room smelt off, and his hackles rose, the hair on his arms standing on end as he recognized the scent of another alpha near his beta. He looked around as best he could, a low growl coming from his chest. But suddenly there was a fist in his hair slamming his head down to the hardwood of the floor and knocking him dizzy for a moment. He tried to shake way the lights he was seeing as Jinki started whimpering and clinging to him, the other alpha pressed his nose into Key’s crack and inhaling deeply. An indigent growl forced its way out of Key’s throat as he turned to lunge at the stranger, but he was only effectively pinned once again, with a deeper growl and teeth on his neck, and suddenly, Key knew who it was.
The scent was unmistakable, he’d been getting off to it for years, dreamed about this moment, but he didn’t think it would have happened when he was knotted with their leader, and his dreams left out the searing pain that laced up his spine as Minho pushed into his poorly prepped body. He gasped loudly, it hurt, Minho was huge and he wasn’t giving Key any time to adjust, just shifted his teeth to the back of Key’s neck like he was a beta and fucked into him hard and fast.
The push and pull of the youngest Alphas hips caused Key to rock into Jinki, who had started whimpering and whining at the relentless tug at his entrance and slight thrusts into him. It was working him up, Key could feel him hardening between their stomachs, and Key had yet to stop cumming, would still spill into Jinki for a while yet. Minho didn’t seem to care, the scent of Jinki’s heat addling his brain, belatedly Key thought that maybe Minho had lost himself too, that he was trapped between two rutting animals running on instinct. It sent an odd shiver up his spine as he tentatively clenched down on Minho’s cock, back bowing as the younger alpha suddenly started thrusting in harder, like he’d been waiting, shifting his hips and hammering into Key like he was trying to force his cock right though the older boy.
It was tortuous madness as Minho suddenly grabbed onto Key’s thigh and forced him to open his legs wider, which forced Jinki to follow suit. His cock reached deeper with every stroke, pressing and rubbing into his spot, fireworks exploding behind his eyes at every move as his cock twitched inside the beta and his knot throbbed. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of something, spiraling down into darkness, his stomach tight and hot, Jinki clenching down on him as he felt an odd stretch at his entrance, Minho’s knot was forming. The thought made him shiver, buck harder into Jinki which made the beta moan loudly and drop a hand to paw at his erection.
He felt like he was melting as he felt his body stretch more and more with each thrust, head so fogged up with Jinki’s heat and Minho’s scent, so much stronger than he was used to, filling every part of him, it felt like, and he wondered mindlessly if he could orgasm while he was knotted as his body locked up, tensing hard and crying out as the youngest dragged his hips back hard, one last time, his knot swelling the rest of the way an locking them together, tying them, and Key felt akin to an orgasm crest inside him, his whole body pulsing and feeling drained, and he collapsed onto Jinki. The older man whined and wrapped his arms around him, grinding desperately into Key’s stomach as Minho’s hard, half-aborted thrusts made Key rock into the beta over and over, working him up and over as he spilt onto Key’s chest and torso with a weak whimper, biting again at the mark he’d left on Key’s neck. Minho followed after, grinding hard into Key to try and get his cock deeper, he sunk his shark teeth into the unmarked side of Key’s neck as he finally came, the hot rush of cum making Key blush, choosing to focus on that, instead of the two pairs of teeth at his throat and what they meant for him and his life. Instead he just closed his eyes and let the other boys lick at him as much as they wanted, not like he could stop them.
Minho wouldn’t leave Key alone, after that, dragging him away from a whimpering Onew into the corner and rolling him onto his back, thrusting inside the older alpha once more, like in his hormone addled state he couldn’t tell the difference between Key and Jinki. The beta’s heat was like an aphrodisiac, fogging up their minds as they rutted against each other. Kibum whimpered and moaned, clenching down hard on Minho who fucked into him faster, his cock leaking onto his stomach and he hazily thought about how messy it was going to get if he reached his peak like this. But suddenly Jinki was there, whimpering and growling at the same time, angry that he’d been ignored, and sank down onto Key’s cock without preamble, making the alpha below him arch and cry out loudly, caught between twin forces of nature, and teetering on the brink of insanity as they used him, as he enjoyed being used. He came like that, again, tying tightly with Jinki who shuddered and keened, leaning heavily into Minho as he came, spilling over Key’s chest and stomach. Minho took the longest, yet again, to reach his completion, nuzzling and licking at Onew’s neck as he gently rocked into Key over and over again, pumping seed into Key as he tried to breed the alpha.
Jinki refused to move when Key’s knot went down the second time, just whined and ground his hips down, like he was sure if he got off Minho would drag Key away again. But the young alpha was still sensitive, and he whimpered whenever Jinki moved on him, growling softly and trying to find the strength to move the older man off of him. He lacked the will power though, Jinki’s sent curling around him like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s eve, enticing and needy and just a little bit too much. So Kibum just gripped the betas hips and let him stay, let him rock back and forth on Key’s hips. It was fine, more than fine as he felt himself harden slowly, for a third time.
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Normally Taemin would have been concerned with the fact that it had been hours and neither Key nor Minho had come back from trying to find Jinki. Missing people were a serious thing, but he had more pressing matters to attend to, like, Jonghyun, for instance, and trying to stop the bleeding.
The older man had bitten him, bitten him! There were teeth marks and everything. It wasn’t like they were doing much, just kissing. He liked kissing Jonghyun, the older singer always let Taemin push him into the couch and lick into his mouth. Especially in the days before his heat, when he’d get all whimpering and pliant, mouth yielding eagerly to Taemin’s tongue and teeth, pressing up against him. The young dancer had hoped that, now they were mated, he could spend the singer’s heats with him, but it was not to be, management, and Jonghyun himself, locking Taemin out of the dorm.
He hadn’t been doing anything more than moving his hand, stroking the older man’s stomach lightly, tracing over his abs and playing with the hem of his pants, when Jonghyun had pulled back, breaking the kiss with a soft growl. Taemin pouted, bringing his hand up to cup the older man’s cheek and dipping in to kiss him again, thinking the older man was playing a game, when Jonghyun turned, quick as a snake, and bit into his hand, growling louder.
The younger boy yelled and pulled his hand back, growling and licking at the wound as he glared at Jonghyun, who twisted and squirmed out from under Taemin. He got to his free and bared his teeth, like he’d been gravely insulted. The dancer frowned at him.
“What did I do?” he asked, waving his bleeding hand around, “we were kissing, you like kissing, I like kissing, kissing is something we agreed on, remember? Hell, even manager hyung is okay with us kissing.” He sighed and looked at his hand, “I’m bleeding, look! maybe you can kiss it better?”
Jonghyun scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at Taemin. “I do like kissing, but kissing always leads to sex, even when I’m not in heat. I’m not a slut, Taemin, okay?” he snarled and Taemin just blinked. Where was this coming from? “I’m not here to be your personal sex outlet either, got it? So you can just stop with your… kisses and your touches and your mated and claimed bullshit. I don’t want it anymore,” he snapped.
“You don’t…” Taemin blinked at him, standing up from the couch and approaching the older man slowly, who scowled and backed away. As far as Taemin knew, mating wasn’t something you got to choose after the fact, and them being claimed and bound together was something ingrained in their DNA, biologically meant for each other. That didn’t sound like something that could just be stopped. “Jonghyun, you… it’s not like that.” As Far as Taemin had been aware, he wasn’t putting unwanted advances on the older man, hell Jjong started it half the time. “Hey, hyung, you know I don’t,” he gestured wildly with his hands, ever word he said deepening the scowl on the older man’s face, a low growl coming from him, like a cornered dog ready to fight. In the end, Taemin gave up and just deflated, his shoulders hunching as he pouted at the lead singer, who scoffed and rolled his eyes again, pushing Taemin away.
“How are you even an alpha?” he demanded as he stalked away, down the hall. “Jinki hyung has bigger balls than you do; he finishes anything he’s started, but you? You just pout and hope someone fixes it for you.” Jonghyun got to their room, and turned, poking the young dancer in the chest, hard, and snarled at him, “You. Are not allowed in here, anymore. Sleep on the couch.” And with that, he disappeared into the bedroom with the slam of the door and a click of the lock.
It was only then that Taemin realized that Key and Minho where gone for longer than they should be, because he desperately wanted someone to explain what the fuck just happened.
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Author: wishunew
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: JongTae Onkey, surprise~
Warning: knotting
Summary: Fate takes no prisoners
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omg what is this? is this what i think it is? omg maybe it is. it just might be, who knows? im posting this before work and i totally should be because i should be getting ready for work but lol no. (for those of you waiting for albatross 3 i finished it it just has to be edited and its fucking huge and i hate editing so you see my problem)
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The birth control they’d been taking had upset Jinki’s schedule, which Key wasted no time yelling about because they were perfectly regular up until the “JongTae incident,” and now the older boys get violently ill once a month and Jinki was never on time anymore. Being so off schedule was messing with the older boy; he was nervous about it messing everything up because you couldn’t count on his heat days to be the same every month.
Today, Jinki had gone down to the dance studio for some private rehearsal right after breakfast, and was late coming back. Well past when he should have been back for lunch, the others were starting to worry. Key had volunteered to go and look, taking a container full of the stew he’d made, in case Jinki wasn’t late, and had just been so busy working on the new dance that he’d lost track of time.
However, Key knew things were amiss the moment he neared the studio. There was a coy, familiar smell in the air; it flirted with his nose, not letting him remember where it was from. He should have known. One foot in the dance room and it was obvious. The wet sweetness, the loud, needy moan that filled the air at his arrival, and the sudden heat that broke out over Key’s skin. He should have known.
He turned slowly and groaned low in his throat. Jinki was a mess, baggy dance clothes clinging to him, white shirt drenched from his sweat as he writhed on the floor, sweatpants clinging to his thighs and Key shivered, licking his lips as he placed the food on the floor. He should leave, he thought, rationalizing as best he could. Sure, Jinki was attractive, but he didn’t want to fuck him. It was physical response that neither of them could control. Not to say that Key didn’t fight hard against it; the last time this had happened he’d gotten away, but Jinki had only been minutes into his heat then, as opposed to now, the older boy drenched from hours of being down here. Who know when it hit? How long Jinki had been shaking and writhing in deliciously agonizing pleasure, alone?
Before he knew it, Key had crawled over to the leader. It should have been Taemin, Kibum thought hazily as he crawled over the man’s prone form, or one of the managers, someone who had some sort of immunity to this. But it wasn’t them, it was him. And he really, really needed to focus.
“Hyung?” He tried blocking his nose and breathing though his mouth, but now it was like he could taste it, a sweet honey caramel flavor that just a little salt, addicting and making his mouth water. “C-come on, we have to… we have to get you out of here.” Rationality was hard, but not unachievable as he gripped Jinki’s shoulders and shook him lightly.
The older man just moaned louder, his whole body trembling when Key touched him. His hair was wet with sweat and Key took back everything he’d ever said about solo beta heat porn as the leader opened his eyes, wet with need and pupils blow wide.
“Please,” he whimpered, clutching at Key’s shirt and pressing up against him, “please.”
Kibum felt himself deflate, a little, even as his blood surged hot at Jinki’s begging. There was no recognition in the older boys face.
It was uncommon for betas to loose themselves in their heat, but not unheard of. Betas who ran this hot were incorrectly called omegas, based off a popular work of fiction when someone wanted their character to feel special for being different. Some alphas lost it, too, descending into more primal instincts. All it was doing right now was making things more difficult for Key, because Jinki running hotter than functional meant that there wouldn’t be any mutual help. Just Kibum trying to resist a beta who won’t say no.
“Can’t,” he hissed, correcting himself out loud. Like this, Jinki can’t say no, and that’s why he needed to help, because what if it had been someone else?
But Jinki was pushing at him when Key tried to get him to stand up, refusing to support himself as they moved closer to the door. He squirmed out of the younger boy’s grasp and onto his knees, nuzzling into the tent of the alpha’s pants, moaning eagerly. Key tensed and trembled, stumbling back into the wall and Jinki followed, purring like a cat on his knees and he mouthed over Key’s cock, eager and needy.
The younger boy was having a hard time trying to remember why he was resisting. Jinki was so willing, and it’s not like he could get pregnant, not right now, anyway. But the fact that it wasn’t Jinki, the older man wasn’t in his right mind, made it so hard to just go with it. Despite the fact that he knew the older man wouldn’t be angry with him, tease him a little for giving in, yes, but not angry.
Seemingly upset with the lack of stimulation he was getting, Jinki growled at Key, nipping at his thighs, and Key swore it wasn’t him who pushed the beta away, the growl at the impudence of the older man was more animal than human, but Jinki ate it up, keening and arching, rolling onto his stomach and struggling out of his pants, presenting himself.
It should have looked silly, sweatpants bunched up around his ankles because he lacked the thought and skills to kick off his shoes. But he just looked so… ready. Key whined as he felt his cock twitch eagerly at the display of submission. The leaders entrance was soaked, wetness dampening his thighs. His opening was parted, slightly, like lips waiting to be kissed, and Kibum felt himself giving in, falling to his knees because, just a taste wouldn’t be so bad right?
He nuzzled his way between Jinki’s ass cheeks, reaching up to squeeze them tightly. Firm and muscular and delicious, Key barely revisited the urge to sink his teeth into him. He couldn’t mark Jinki, if they were mates things would only get worse. Instead he licked his way up Jinki’s crevice , the salty sweet slickness making him growl low in his throat as he pressed higher, boldly licking inside the man’s hole, only slightly loose. Loose enough for a cock to slide in without prep; the beta’s body was an art form that Key was thoroughly enjoying.
With every swipe of his tongue over the older boys rim, Jinki cried out louder; it wasn’t what his body needed, but it felt so good. Key ate him out so perfectly, spreading him open and Jinki just caved to his touches, eager and willing, melting on his tongue like chocolate. Kibum was flushed with arousal and shame as he fucked his tongue deeper into the older man’s ass, struggling to get his pants down as well.
He spread his legs as he slicked his fingers up with Jinki’s wetness. He hesitated for moment, chastising himself for how intimate he’d allowed this to become; there’s no going back when you’re tongue deep inside your leader and friend. Kibum hesitated only momentarily before giving in, teasing the rim of his own ass with his slick fingers hesitantly, he’d only ever done this a handful of times, so taboo was the thought of an alpha taking it like a beta, but he didn’t care, or he told himself he didn’t, sliding a slick finger inside slowly, working himself open on it as he continued to tease Jinki.
The older man wouldn’t stay still for much longer, he could tell by the way Jinki’s muscles were tensing, ready to pounce on the alpha male, to take what he needed. He’d scented Key’s status the moment he’d entered the room, his body craving the knot that only an alpha’s cock can give him, the stretch, such a thorough breeding that he’d feel it for weeks. Key pressed a second finger inside as he whimpered against Jinki, trying to imagine what it would feel like to be knotted, spread from the inside and tied. He shivered and slides his fingers out when Jinki rolled away from him, making huffy noises like a displeased cat as he rolled and tried to rid himself of the clothes around his ankles.
Key sighed and helped him out of them, it was endearing, and more than a little sexy to see Jinki like this, so instinctual, so… feral. He must have dwelled on it a little too long, because the moment Jinki was free of his clothing he pounced on Kibum. He was weak, shaking violently as he tried to force the younger boy to the ground with a whimper that sounded like a growl, rubbing back on Key’s cock with a desperate need. Key rolled them over fast, barely managing to stop himself from sinking his teeth into the beta’s collarbone. This was so wrong, he tried to reason as he reached down to grasp his cock, rubbing his tip up and down Jinki’s wet entrance, purring at the feeling; he wanted to fight it, responsible band mates didn’t fuck their friends.
Taemin had given in right away, but that was different, he’d bitten and claimed Jonghyun years ago, it was but a stroke of luck that they were bounded. But this…. This wasn’t a claim, he wasn’t bound to Jinki, it was just hormonal, archaic instinct driving his hips foreword as he gasped, growling in pleasure as he slid into the older man’s hot body. The moan that tumbled from Jinki’s lips as he arched his back up to meet Key’s thrust was sinful, so full of satisfaction one would think he’d came. Key chuckled as he slowly rocked into the leader, who bucked and rolled up to meet his hips. It was barely tolerable, the urge to pin Jinki and take, take, take was so strong, like a black hole sucking him in.
He forced it away, buried down deep and settled for digging his nails into Jinki’s hips, pulling him back harder into his thrusts as Key watched the older boy lose himself, begs and pleads falling from his lips as Key fucks him hard and fast, watching as Jinki scratches at the floor and at Key’s back, struggling to find a way to keep himself grounded.
“God, you’re such a slut, hyung,” Key whispered, running a hand down Jinki’s stomach, tense with pleasure, his muscles rippling as he clenched down hard on Key’s cock, as if he could feel the slow swell at the base of the younger boys cock. “Look at you, such an eager beta, aren’t you baby? So wet for a knot, my knot,” he purred again, thumbing over the scar on Jinki’s hip before teasing his cock, watching the older boy cry out, his whole body shuddering at the added sensation. “Here too, dripping for me, like a good bitch.” He couldn’t stop the words that spewed from his lips, but he kind of wishes he could. They wouldn’t stop, even as Jinki shivered and blushed, slurs clearly penetrating his foggy brain. But there was only so much he could hold back, the pheromones in the room flooding Key’s senses, making him dizzy, high of Jinki’s arousal.
“I’m not,” Jinki whimpered, sounding lost and helpless, even as he continued to clench down on Key’s cock, press back against him, “Please, d-don’t.” He opened his eyes, before clenched shut from the pleasure, blinking them up at Key. They were wet from unshed tears of pleasure, still glazed over and out of focus, but they had a gleam to them, like he was scared, and oh so young, biting his lip and digging his nails into Key’s arm. Whatever it was that had happen within Jinki’s mind burned away in a second with an accidental shift of Key’s hips, his cock pressing up against the older man’s spot suddenly and the pleasure filled scream that fell from his lips was ecstasy to Key’s ears. The pheromones in the room spiked as Jinki’s cock dripped precum, animalistic noises of pure bliss falling from the older man’s lips as Key stroked his cock in time with this thrusts.
He had to abandon Jinki’s erection, however, in favor of gripping the boys hips hard, pulling him back against him as the young idol’s knot starts to swell larger, the almost too intense feeling of it pressing in and being dragged out of the leader’s body had Key whimpering like a puppy, until, with one hard thrust, he pressed inside for the final time, his knot too big to pull out, grinding desperately into Jinki as he went back to stroking the man off.
Jinki was close though, could tell by the way his cock twitched, the touched out tone of his whimpers, shivering and bucking into Key’s aborted thrusts and clenching down on the dancers still growing knot. He arched up, sinking his teeth into the side of Key’s neck as he came, spilling between them suddenly and clenched down so tightly around Key’s cock. He thought his eyes crossed, feeling himself fall over the edge and spill into Jinki.
Key panted heavily, trying to keep himself from falling onto the older man as the fog of heat started to clear from him. He wondered if Jinki would return to clarity as well, but from the way he was purring like some kind of feline and licking at the wound he’d left on Key’s neck, it didn’t look likely.
The younger idol had relaxed into Jinki’s chest, the older man whining and arching up slightly, probably trying to get Key to return the bite, but he would not, especially not now when he was stated a little, thinking more clearly and so overwhelmed with how much this was a bad idea. What if Jinki never forgave him for this? If he wasn’t balls deep inside the boy, he’d probably be throwing up. He’d taken advantage of the older boy; sure, neither of them could really be at fault, but Key was relatively clear headed, he could have turned around and walked away, should have.
He’d only closed his eyes for a moment before he sat bolt upright, pulling a whine from Jinki as his knot tugged at the man’s entrance. Something wasn’t right, the room smelt off, and his hackles rose, the hair on his arms standing on end as he recognized the scent of another alpha near his beta. He looked around as best he could, a low growl coming from his chest. But suddenly there was a fist in his hair slamming his head down to the hardwood of the floor and knocking him dizzy for a moment. He tried to shake way the lights he was seeing as Jinki started whimpering and clinging to him, the other alpha pressed his nose into Key’s crack and inhaling deeply. An indigent growl forced its way out of Key’s throat as he turned to lunge at the stranger, but he was only effectively pinned once again, with a deeper growl and teeth on his neck, and suddenly, Key knew who it was.
The scent was unmistakable, he’d been getting off to it for years, dreamed about this moment, but he didn’t think it would have happened when he was knotted with their leader, and his dreams left out the searing pain that laced up his spine as Minho pushed into his poorly prepped body. He gasped loudly, it hurt, Minho was huge and he wasn’t giving Key any time to adjust, just shifted his teeth to the back of Key’s neck like he was a beta and fucked into him hard and fast.
The push and pull of the youngest Alphas hips caused Key to rock into Jinki, who had started whimpering and whining at the relentless tug at his entrance and slight thrusts into him. It was working him up, Key could feel him hardening between their stomachs, and Key had yet to stop cumming, would still spill into Jinki for a while yet. Minho didn’t seem to care, the scent of Jinki’s heat addling his brain, belatedly Key thought that maybe Minho had lost himself too, that he was trapped between two rutting animals running on instinct. It sent an odd shiver up his spine as he tentatively clenched down on Minho’s cock, back bowing as the younger alpha suddenly started thrusting in harder, like he’d been waiting, shifting his hips and hammering into Key like he was trying to force his cock right though the older boy.
It was tortuous madness as Minho suddenly grabbed onto Key’s thigh and forced him to open his legs wider, which forced Jinki to follow suit. His cock reached deeper with every stroke, pressing and rubbing into his spot, fireworks exploding behind his eyes at every move as his cock twitched inside the beta and his knot throbbed. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of something, spiraling down into darkness, his stomach tight and hot, Jinki clenching down on him as he felt an odd stretch at his entrance, Minho’s knot was forming. The thought made him shiver, buck harder into Jinki which made the beta moan loudly and drop a hand to paw at his erection.
He felt like he was melting as he felt his body stretch more and more with each thrust, head so fogged up with Jinki’s heat and Minho’s scent, so much stronger than he was used to, filling every part of him, it felt like, and he wondered mindlessly if he could orgasm while he was knotted as his body locked up, tensing hard and crying out as the youngest dragged his hips back hard, one last time, his knot swelling the rest of the way an locking them together, tying them, and Key felt akin to an orgasm crest inside him, his whole body pulsing and feeling drained, and he collapsed onto Jinki. The older man whined and wrapped his arms around him, grinding desperately into Key’s stomach as Minho’s hard, half-aborted thrusts made Key rock into the beta over and over, working him up and over as he spilt onto Key’s chest and torso with a weak whimper, biting again at the mark he’d left on Key’s neck. Minho followed after, grinding hard into Key to try and get his cock deeper, he sunk his shark teeth into the unmarked side of Key’s neck as he finally came, the hot rush of cum making Key blush, choosing to focus on that, instead of the two pairs of teeth at his throat and what they meant for him and his life. Instead he just closed his eyes and let the other boys lick at him as much as they wanted, not like he could stop them.
Minho wouldn’t leave Key alone, after that, dragging him away from a whimpering Onew into the corner and rolling him onto his back, thrusting inside the older alpha once more, like in his hormone addled state he couldn’t tell the difference between Key and Jinki. The beta’s heat was like an aphrodisiac, fogging up their minds as they rutted against each other. Kibum whimpered and moaned, clenching down hard on Minho who fucked into him faster, his cock leaking onto his stomach and he hazily thought about how messy it was going to get if he reached his peak like this. But suddenly Jinki was there, whimpering and growling at the same time, angry that he’d been ignored, and sank down onto Key’s cock without preamble, making the alpha below him arch and cry out loudly, caught between twin forces of nature, and teetering on the brink of insanity as they used him, as he enjoyed being used. He came like that, again, tying tightly with Jinki who shuddered and keened, leaning heavily into Minho as he came, spilling over Key’s chest and stomach. Minho took the longest, yet again, to reach his completion, nuzzling and licking at Onew’s neck as he gently rocked into Key over and over again, pumping seed into Key as he tried to breed the alpha.
Jinki refused to move when Key’s knot went down the second time, just whined and ground his hips down, like he was sure if he got off Minho would drag Key away again. But the young alpha was still sensitive, and he whimpered whenever Jinki moved on him, growling softly and trying to find the strength to move the older man off of him. He lacked the will power though, Jinki’s sent curling around him like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s eve, enticing and needy and just a little bit too much. So Kibum just gripped the betas hips and let him stay, let him rock back and forth on Key’s hips. It was fine, more than fine as he felt himself harden slowly, for a third time.
~*~*~
Normally Taemin would have been concerned with the fact that it had been hours and neither Key nor Minho had come back from trying to find Jinki. Missing people were a serious thing, but he had more pressing matters to attend to, like, Jonghyun, for instance, and trying to stop the bleeding.
The older man had bitten him, bitten him! There were teeth marks and everything. It wasn’t like they were doing much, just kissing. He liked kissing Jonghyun, the older singer always let Taemin push him into the couch and lick into his mouth. Especially in the days before his heat, when he’d get all whimpering and pliant, mouth yielding eagerly to Taemin’s tongue and teeth, pressing up against him. The young dancer had hoped that, now they were mated, he could spend the singer’s heats with him, but it was not to be, management, and Jonghyun himself, locking Taemin out of the dorm.
He hadn’t been doing anything more than moving his hand, stroking the older man’s stomach lightly, tracing over his abs and playing with the hem of his pants, when Jonghyun had pulled back, breaking the kiss with a soft growl. Taemin pouted, bringing his hand up to cup the older man’s cheek and dipping in to kiss him again, thinking the older man was playing a game, when Jonghyun turned, quick as a snake, and bit into his hand, growling louder.
The younger boy yelled and pulled his hand back, growling and licking at the wound as he glared at Jonghyun, who twisted and squirmed out from under Taemin. He got to his free and bared his teeth, like he’d been gravely insulted. The dancer frowned at him.
“What did I do?” he asked, waving his bleeding hand around, “we were kissing, you like kissing, I like kissing, kissing is something we agreed on, remember? Hell, even manager hyung is okay with us kissing.” He sighed and looked at his hand, “I’m bleeding, look! maybe you can kiss it better?”
Jonghyun scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at Taemin. “I do like kissing, but kissing always leads to sex, even when I’m not in heat. I’m not a slut, Taemin, okay?” he snarled and Taemin just blinked. Where was this coming from? “I’m not here to be your personal sex outlet either, got it? So you can just stop with your… kisses and your touches and your mated and claimed bullshit. I don’t want it anymore,” he snapped.
“You don’t…” Taemin blinked at him, standing up from the couch and approaching the older man slowly, who scowled and backed away. As far as Taemin knew, mating wasn’t something you got to choose after the fact, and them being claimed and bound together was something ingrained in their DNA, biologically meant for each other. That didn’t sound like something that could just be stopped. “Jonghyun, you… it’s not like that.” As Far as Taemin had been aware, he wasn’t putting unwanted advances on the older man, hell Jjong started it half the time. “Hey, hyung, you know I don’t,” he gestured wildly with his hands, ever word he said deepening the scowl on the older man’s face, a low growl coming from him, like a cornered dog ready to fight. In the end, Taemin gave up and just deflated, his shoulders hunching as he pouted at the lead singer, who scoffed and rolled his eyes again, pushing Taemin away.
“How are you even an alpha?” he demanded as he stalked away, down the hall. “Jinki hyung has bigger balls than you do; he finishes anything he’s started, but you? You just pout and hope someone fixes it for you.” Jonghyun got to their room, and turned, poking the young dancer in the chest, hard, and snarled at him, “You. Are not allowed in here, anymore. Sleep on the couch.” And with that, he disappeared into the bedroom with the slam of the door and a click of the lock.
It was only then that Taemin realized that Key and Minho where gone for longer than they should be, because he desperately wanted someone to explain what the fuck just happened.
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