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Seonghwa wakes with a hard cock pressing against his backside. That itself isn’t an irregular occurrence, nor is it something that wakes him up completely. He shifts a little bit in his sleep, his thighs rubbing against the fur of a big brown bear Yunho slew for him a winter ago and lets whatever alpha it is push their cock between his legs. It wouldn’t be the first time one of them has fucked him while he was barely conscious. Benefits of being pack omega, one might say.
However, this time no cock gets pushed between his folds or thighs even. No, this time a nose gets buried in his neck, hips twitch against him, a leaking cock pushes against his buttcheeks and the scent of a presenting alpha hits his nose.
Seonghwa is awake within a second.
It’s still dark in the cave, the light of the sun only peeking into the entrance and everyone else seems to be asleep, five figures all sprawled together in front of him. He knows Hongjoong or Yunho must be out to keep watch, to keep them safe.
Seonghwa starts humming as the whining hits his ears and there’s shaking against his body.
“Hurts,” a voice sobs and Seonghwa’s heart breaks. “Eomma, it hurts.”
Seonghwa raises one hand up to Jongho’s head, caresses his fingers through his hair as the youngest member of their pack cries against his shoulder blades. He sings, slowly, under his breath as fever wreaks havoc in his body, as muscles spasm and joints crack, and he presses himself as tightly against Jongho as he can.
It used to be different. Used to be, that Seonghwa would press Jongho against him, would let him bite into his skin without teeth, would let him suckle on his teats until milk did flow, would carry Jongho close and protect him as if he were his own when the alphas got too rowdy, too territorial.
Jongho presenting now ends an era. Seonghwa cries with him.
***
Seonghwa has been on his own since he was old enough to feed himself. It was the way in his pack. Too many omegas running around, alphas not strong enough to pup them all, hunters not skilled enough to feed them, land not rich enough to sustain a big pack.
So Seonghwa left as soon as he could, before any of his other littermates and he made his way into the wide world. He tried joining a few packs here and there, but no alpha ever stuck with him, no one could ever make him stay. He doesn’t have a lot of demands, he thinks, he just has expectations and he wants an alpha to meet them.
No one ever did and Seonghwa resigned himself to the life of a lone wolf.
He makes a home for himself and claims territory, protects it fiercely. That’s until he meets Hongjoong. They’re the same age, both presented omegas, both with no alpha to speak of. They decide to join up. It’s only after Hongjoong has got him to share what little territory he has that the other shoe drops. With Hongjoong come two alphas, both unpresented, both clinging to the older omega, their limbs still short, their eyes big. They cling to the other omega until they take a look at Seonghwa. He doesn’t think Hongjoong ever forgives him for taking Wooyoung’s and Yeosang’s attention away from him, even if Hongjoong likes to remind everyone that by pushing Seonghwa into the dam role, he can be lead omega.
Seonghwa doesn’t mind caring for the alphas, doesn’t mind watching them grow, barely understanding what’s happening to them. He’s had a handful of heats in his life, probably still not enough to actually carry a litter to term, but ruts are different, presenting alphas are different.
Mingi and Yunho are both already presented when they join the others, and they both plaster themselves to Hongjoong, tugging at him, biting after him, nuzzling every part of his body that he’ll let them have.
Hongjoong is nothing if not a little tease so he regularly hits their snouts with his paws when they do so. Mingi comes crying to Seonghwa when that happens, mouthing against his neck, pushing his hips between his legs and sheathing his cock into Seonghwa’s cunt as Yunho attempts to go after Hongjoong again. The two pups watch them curiously and Seonghwa laughs as they whine for his attention.
When they both go into rut a summer later, he’s on his back, Mingi’s knot comfortably in his cunt, blissed out and sweaty. He’s only peripherally aware of the fighting going on outside until Yeosang and Wooyoung both come barreling into the cave, Yunho’s growl trailing after them, stinking of rut.
They share a look before they zero in on Seonghwa. Then Mingi. Both show their teeth.
To this day, Seonghwa resolutely tells them if any of them ever fight while they’re knotted within him, he will rip their cocks away. So far it has worked.
Seonghwa settles into a rhythm with four presented alphas in his pack, (even if Yunho seems to have got it into his head that he needs to make Hongjoong his mate) when - during a rainstorm - a figure stumbles into their den.
An Alpha, underfed and hurt, cradling a pup.
Seonghwa, by now old enough to carry a litter even if his alphas haven’t given him one, immediately bounces towards the pup, only being held back by Hongjoong and Yunho who snarl at the newcomer.
His name is San. He’s an alpha, he’s on his own. The pup’s name is Jongho and he’s been abandoned. Seonghwa’s heart breaks for both of them. They welcome him into the pack, tell him they’re allowed to stay for as long as they want. Seonghwa thinks it’s cute that Hongjoong makes it sound as if they have a choice, when he has already got Jongho at him, making hands at his chest, the skin swelling with every hour that he’s in the pup’s presence. By the time the next morning has come around and Wooyoung is fucking him in earnest as Yeosang complains about it being his turn, Jongho is drinking from Seonghwa's body as if he was always meant to .
When they ask San if they intend to leave a moon later, wanting him to make a decision, he declines. Seonghwa smiles at him and - for the first time - allows Hongjoong to take Jongho as he pushes San onto the furs, straddles him and welcomes him, truly.
***
They all knew Jongho would be an alpha, there was no doubt about it. But no one knew how old he was exactly, when he would present. He’s big for an unpresented pup and Wooyoung got jealous of him last summer, even when he didn’t smell like presentation at all.
That he presents this summer shouldn’t come as a surprise to Seonghwa but somehow it does. That’s his pup right there, his little one, and he remembers when Jongho was big enough to hold in one hand, when his teeth hadn’t come in, that period for three moons where he couldn’t change back from his four legged form.
And now he’s presenting, becoming an adult.
Seonghwa finds himself pressed onto his belly when he wakes next, with Jongho pressed onto and above him. He has stilled, but he still reeks, his cock is hard.
“Eomma?” a voice says close to him and Seonghwa blinks. His face is pressed against the fur and Yeosang is kneeling next to him. He’s flushed and hard, his nostrils flaring, his pupils blown wide. The natural response to an alpha in rut so close. Seonghwa tries to entangle himself carefully from Jongho, not enough that he’ll notice but enough that Yeosang has some space to move.
It finds him on his side, with the ability to raise his legs and Yeosang crawls closer to him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chants, as he raises one of Seonghwa’s legs and pushes right into him.
Seonghwa wants to scold him, he really does, because Yeosang knows that he’s not supposed to just put it in him, knows that he should make sure that his body is wet enough to receive him.
Well. Seonghwa doesn’t think his cunt has been dry since Mingi fucked him that first time all those summers ago. He’s in a constant state of wetness, of his flesh being swollen, come leaking out of him, and he doesn’t think any of them have had to wait for him to get ready all this time.
Yeosang goes hard and fast as he usually does, but he’s quiet and Seonghwa is too. It’s still early. There’s no need to wake anyone else.
***
“This is unfair!” Wooyoung complains, the second he notices Yeosang got him before he could, and Seonghwa rolls his eyes. He’s outside, skinning an animal that Hongjoong brought him some time ago. It’s been put on a big stone and he’s with his back to the rest of the pack. The come is trickling down his inner thighs, because there’s no need for washing up when he knows he’ll have another cock in him before the sun has made its way halfway across the sky. “Just because you wake up early!”
He doesn’t listen to them squabble among themselves, at Wooyoung shrieking at Mingi, when he tells him he was the last one last night. Instead he focuses on his work and looks over his shoulder when he feels a chin hook over it.
“Seonghwa?” San asks, and Seonghwa huffs. Spreads his feet just a little bit to have a better stance and hums. San always treats fucking him like a gift. Maybe it’s because he was presented before he came to their pack, because he’s had other omegas. All of his alphas are spoiled because they’ve had such easy access to him. But San knows how hard it can be to find an omega to stick his knot into, so he always appears grateful. He used to be the only one who would put his mouth to him on occasion, but recently Yeosang has joined in on it as well. It’s not something he requires, he doesn’t like wasting his peaks on their tongues, but it’s a nice gesture.
“Seonghwa!” Another voice yells, just as Seonghwa has had to put the knife down, lest he cut himself. Hongjoong runs up to him and Seonghwa props his hands on the stone. He’s panting, his whole body on fire and he’s not sure if he can even listen to Hongjoong right now. Oh, his Sannie is so good, isn’t he?
“What is it?” he asks, between clenched teeth and turns his head to the side a little bit. There’s a hand in his hair, holding him still.
“Jongho is-”
“I know.”
“Ah.” Hongjoong swallows. “Yunho is running with him right now, his energy levels are through the roof.”
Oh, that was to be expected. “He’s our Jonggie after all,” Seonghwa says, and then can’t close his mouth as the head of San’s cock brushes over something inside him. “He has always been an overachiever.”
“Hm. Do you- You think you can handle him?”
Ah. That’s what this is. They’ve never really spoken about it, about the fact that Hongjoong doesn’t really let the alphas fuck him. He lets Yunho at him, and occasionally, if he wants to be mean to someone, Wooyoung. But Seonghwa is pack omega. Seonghwa is however also the omega who raised Jongho, who nursed him. Yeosang might call him Eomma as a term of endearment occasionally, but Jongho doesn’t remember his dam. Seonghwa is his dam.
“I don’t mind,” he answers, and then really tunes Hongjoong out, because San presses his face forward right into the fur he’s currently skinning as he knots Seonghwa. But because he is Hongjoong, he doesn’t care, just crouches down so that he’s eye to eye with Seonghwa, and Seonghwa would love to roll his eyes in annoyance, if he weren’t already rolling his eyes because the knot is so hot and heavy inside of him.
Being knotted is something he’s always loved. He knows Hongjoong dreads it, but for Seonghwa it’s always been something comfortable. Grounding. Filling. Being locked together with someone who is taking pleasure in his body.
“Okay but-” Hongjoong says, and ruins Seonghwa’s afterglow. “It would be understandable if you can’t do it. I mean Jongho- he’s been-” he makes a movement with his arms, cradling them in front of his naked torso.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow.
“You nursed him. At your own teats,” Hongjoong exclaims. “I just want to make sure that it’s not going to be weird!”
“Eomma!” another voice calls, and Hongjoong disappears out of his sight for a moment. Mingi steps up to take his place, cock hard and already waiting. “You have some time for me?”
Seonghwa gives Mingi a smile as he ignores Hongjoong’s grumbling about how no, Seonghwa doesn’t have any time, they were in the middle of a conversation. Instead he reaches out with his hands and opens his mouth, peripherally aware of Hongjoong stalking off, throwing his hands up in the air.
***
Yunho and Jongho return in the evening. They’re both completely drenched, water dripping from their hair.
“We fell down the cliff into the water,” Yunho explains and shows off the bruises on his legs and arms. Of course they’re already healing but Seonghwa still immediately reaches for him to make sure that he’s okay.
“I’m fine, hyung,” Yunho tries to reassure him and Seonghwa hums. He worries about all of them so much, but Yunho has always been one of the strong ones. And he does know that Yunho doesn’t care much about Seonghwa’s attention. Not when he can see that Hongjoong is getting harassed by Wooyoung right now, preening under the attention while trying to rebuke it. So Seonghwa lets him go and doesn’t hide his smile as Hongjoong yells at both of them, as they play a bit of tug and tear with him.
When Jongho enters the cave Seonghwa is immediately at his side. Despite still being wet from the fall into the lake there’s a bit of sweat forming at his brow. Seonghwa touches the bruise on his face, notes the swollen gums, the bloodshot eyes and shaking hands. When Seonghwa tries to touch more of his body to make sure that he’s okay, Jongho stops him, shakes his head.
His shoulders pull up and he whines. “Don’t,” he mumbles, teeth heavy. “It hurts.”
Oh Seonghwa’s heart breaks. It’s not the first presentation he has seen, so he knows how painful it is, how Jongho’s skin will feel too small to contain his body, how feverish he must be. Mingi once described it to him and told him that the beginning is worse than the height of it. When you still know what is wrong, what is happening to you, that you didn’t feel like this when the sun set last time.
It won’t take long before Jongho won’t remember that, before that first rut will burn through his mind with such a ferocity that he will never have known anything else, but for now- for now Seonghwa guides him, hand hovering just an inch over his hot skin to the fur, the softest one he could find. Still, Jongho whines as he lies down, as he rolls himself up into a ball, the way he had when he used to be a small pup, hiding from the big bad wolf.
Seonghwa used to shift for him and tug him against his belly, between his big paws. Now he tries his best not to fuss over him, not to be overbearing as Jongho’s body changes and shifts into what it was always meant to be. Jongho had always been the one who had needed him less, who had tried to do things by himself, who wanted to be responsible and independent. It really must be frustrating for him to be reduced to this right now. Unable to stop his body from changing.
He checks on him as they all eat, as Jongho turns away, sick to his stomach and doing his best not to throw up. Seonghwa carefully puts another fur under his head as he starts hitting it against the ground to relieve some of the pressure and his heart breaks a little.
“Shh,” he tries to reassure him. “It’ll be over soon.”
If the gods are with them the worst will pass during the height of the moon.
“So has his knot popped yet?” Wooyoung asks loudly and Seonghwa gives him a look. Hongjoong hits him against the back of his head. “Hey, why?!”
“Let him go through it, no one asked stupid questions when you were crying your eyes out,” Hongjoong scolds him, and Seonghwa watches as Wooyoung immediately starts defending himself, starts telling everyone that of course he wasn’t crying, he was going through his first rut with dignity. Everyone else laughs and Seonghwa watches as Jongho’s breath evens out and he falls asleep. Not long now.
***
He wakes in the middle of the night and looks around once again. The pack is quiet and calm. Yunho isn’t among them and neither is Jongho. Seonghwa is immediately up on his legs, bare feet hitting the ground as he stumbles out of the cave.
Yunho rests next to the entrance, watching for any danger, his snout resting on his paws.
“Where is he?” Seonghwa whispers, and Yunho points his nose forward. Seonghwa looks around, shifts his own body just enough that he can see better in the darkness and finds Jongho sitting on the ground not far away.
When Seonghwa reaches him his skin is burning, sweat on his forehead and back. He crouches down, pressing himself against Jongho’s back and wraps his arms around him, clasping his hands together in front of Jongho’s chest.
“Too hot inside,” Jongho mumbles. His fingers are digging into his own thighs, leaving welts. “It’s-” he breaks off. Seonghwa is so close, he can see the next wave of fire going through him, can hear Jongho’s teeth crunching, can smell the pre-rut settling down. When Jongho looks at him, it’s nearly all pupils.
Jongho’s head turns further around, nosing at Seonghwa’s cheek, his neck. “You smell good, eomma.”
Seonghwa hums and rubs his cheek against Jongho’s face, lets him soak in the scent.
“Does it still hurt?” he asks, and Jongho shakes his head. His nose is still stuck on Seonghwa’s neck and he can feel a tongue darting out, tasting his skin. “You’re just hot?”
Teeth nip at the thin skin of his neck, but there’s no answer. “Jongho-yah?”
Jongho hums and one arm slips around his waist, digging into Seonghwa’s skin. Knowing what is next, Seonghwa carefully takes his arms away and skids around Jongho, swinging one leg over his thighs. He settles his ass against Jongho’s thighs, cups his face with his hands and watches as Jongho blinks at him.
His thoughts are first-rut slow and it takes him a moment to realise the change of position but his scent spikes when he does. Seonghwa lets him put his lips to his cheeks, his neck again, lets him smell and taste as much as he wants. One of Jongho’s hands is still digging into his waist, the other one is pawing down his chest, rough fingers groping his teats, one, two, three, all eight, even though he seems to be a bit drawn to the fourth one. That used to be his favourite one. Seonghwa remembers how abused that one had been because he had refused to drink from another one for a full moon.
Seonghwa presses himself closer, wraps his arms around Jongho’s neck, his hips sliding down just a little bit until he can feel the hardness of Jongho’s cock pressing against him.
Jongho flinches and pulls away, mind still slow. He looks around and then down, nostrils flaring. One hand flinches down but he stops himself.
“It’s fine, Jongho-yah,” Seonghwa says, even though he’s not sure if Jongho can hear him. “You can touch.”
When Jongho doesn’t make any move to touch him, Seonghwa takes the hand that had wanted to go further down and presses it between his legs. Even with how wet Seonghwa already is, Jongho’s fingers are hot against him. They immediately dip down and press inside him, knowing exactly where they need to go, even if Jongho’s mouth is open in surprise, his brows drawn together in confusion.
Jongho has never touched him like this, but that doesn’t mean he’s unaware of what he’s supposed to do. By the nature of living in a pack, he’s been exposed to all sorts of uses for the cunt between Seonghwa’s legs, has talked to him and cuddled with him while Seonghwa was getting fucked. Still, the wonder in his eyes as his fingers press inside amazes Seonghwa. He brushes his thumb along Jongho’s cheekbone and presses a kiss against his cheek.
“That’s good, pup,” he reassures Jongho, who still seems so hesitant, despite his body being drawn tight like the string of a trap. “You feel how wet I am for you?” he asks. Of course, he is always wet, but then- does it matter?
Jongho lets out a noise that could be a whine or a hum and then asks, “Am I- Can- Eomma, I-” He seems to be at loss for words, so unlike his Jongho that Seonghwa chuckles.
“You want to knot me, puppy?”
Jongho nods, wide eyed.
Alright then. As Jongho’s fingers are still occupied, Seonghwa wraps a hand around Jongho’s cock, hard and leaking. The ring of loose skin at the base has started to fill, showing the promises of a knot. When he touches it, Jongho flinches and whines.
“So sensitive,” Seonghwa coos and Jongho pouts, even in the depths of a first rut. “Fingers out, hm?”
Jongho blinks, before slowly pulling them out. They’re wet as they make a grab for Seonghwa’s thighs. He lifts himself up onto his knees, one hand on Jongho’s neck, the other one around his cock, lets the head press against the hot flesh between his thighs.
Jongho chokes.
“Sh,” Seonghwa calms him, as he slowly sinks down. The grip around his thighs turns nearly painful. “There you go.” He takes his hand away as he sinks down on Jongho, taking him into his body, the faint swellings of the knot pressing against his lips.
And then they stay like that for a while, because this is Jongho’s first rut and Seonghwa knows how much it hurts, how overwhelming it is. He caresses Jongho’s hair, one hand in it, forearm pressed against the back of his head and Jongho is pressed against his chest, cheek rubbing against a teat, breath hot against his skin.
It doesn’t take long before Jongho’s breath picks up, before his hips start twitching, grinding up into Seonghwa and Seonghwa presses his knees into the ground, the soil giving a little bit under them. He lifts himself up, just so that Jongho has range to move, to buck up into him. With any other alpha, Seonghwa would have forced his back to the ground and ridden him to completion, but not the first time, not when his instincts are screaming at him, pounding at the insides of his mind.
Not when Jongho’s eyes are so empty, abandoned by any sort of logical thought, when his fingernails turn sharp, the shift calling to him, and Seonghwa holds onto Jongho’s body, pressing his fingers into the scent gland at Jongho’s neck as his cock pushes into him again and again and again.
It feels so good, big inside of him, knot catching at his opening over and over, and Seonghwa throws his head back. He loves the feeling of a knot, loves the heaviness, the pressure, the size and the stretch. He’s been stretched to the brim so many times, thought he might tear, and it’s exactly what he wants.
When it feels as if the knot might be too big, when Jongho’s grunts turn into whines, Seonghwa forces himself down, ass to Jongho’s thighs. The knot slips inside of him, not yet fully swollen, but that’s not important. His own peak is steadily approaching with every grind of his hips, a faint tug in his lower belly and upper thighs and his hands shake, moan at the back of his throat as he holds onto Jongho.
Jongho is crying.
Seonghwa presses his little pup’s head against his chest, shushing him as he grinds himself to completion. He shakes on top of Jongho, inner walls spasming and Jongho cries even harder and oh, Seonghwa knows, he knows.
“It’ll stop soon,” he forces out in between moans and Jongho nods. He knows. He’s seen his older packmates go through presentation, knows that the first knot hurts, that it has to grow and stretch his own skin to the brink of ripping. “You’re doing so well, pup, so well.”
“Eomma, it hurts.”
Jongho’s breath is wet against his chest, against his teats and Seonghwa isn’t surprised when he feels teeth scraping over them and then lips. Pushing Jongho’s head against him, Seonghwa lets him put a teat in his mouth as the knot swells inside him, locking them together.
And then it settles and Jongho stops shaking.
“That’s it,” Seonghwa says. “You did so well.”
Jongho nods, but doesn’t stop abusing his poor teat. He’s latched onto the one that used to be his favourite and Seonghwa smiles at him, fondness and love inside of him.
He can feel Jongho’s cock inside of him, twitching, releasing seed, filling him. Maybe- maybe this time something will happen. He’s never been pupped, whether because his body had never been ready, or because the alphas he’s been knotted by hadn’t been compatible with him, he doesn’t know. It used to bother him and it still does, but maybe- maybe this time it’ll happen. Maybe he’ll be lucky this time.
“Eomma?” Jongho asks, releasing his poor teat. There are still tear tracks on his cheek and he sniffles. “You-” his breath hitches. “Are you alright, you’re-” he’s looking down in between their bodies and Seonghwa realises that he’s been clenching in anticipation.
“I’m fine, Jjongie,” he reassures him, carding his fingers through Jongho’s hair and licking over the corner of his mouth. “I’m just thinking about pups.”
“Pups?”
“Hm,” he hums and grinds his hips down to draw the last bit of seed from Jongho’s poor abused cock. “Thinking about you breeding me.”
Jongho looks at him wide eyed. His cock twitches inside Seonghwa.
“Thinking, it’s only fair, isn’t it?” he says. “I raised you, nursed you, would have-” His eyes roll back. “Would have carried you inside my own body if I could.” Raising Jongho had been the closest he’s ever gotten to having his own pups. “I think it would be fitting if you give me my own pups in return, right?”
Jongho pouts and takes a bite into his teat that has Seonghwa hiss. “But I’m your pup.” He sounds petulant.
“You’ll always be my pup, Jongho-yah, but I want more puppies to raise, I really want them, you know?”
Jongho hums. He still sounds and smells offended. Seonghwa would be annoyed if he didn’t know that it’ll only last as long as the knot-clarity will give him. Once his knot has gone down, he’ll succumb to the rut again.
“But you’ll still be my eomma?”
“I’ll always be your eomma,” Seonghwa reassures him and it’s true. Even if there are other pups, even if Seonghwa can give birth to a healthy litter, Jongho will be his. His pup. His first one. “You can’t get rid of me.”
Jongho nods. “Then I’ll try my best to give you pups, eomma.”
Seonghwa smiles at him and hugs him close, nosing at his temple.
He’ll have his pups. And until then, he’ll just have to get his alphas to practice on him as much as possible.
***
“Why did you get to knot him?! That’s unfair, it was my turn, give him back!”
“Wooyoung-ah, what did we say about playing tug and war with me while there’s a knot inside of me?”
“Not to do it.”
“Exactly. Now go bother Hongjoong, I think he was wet and looking for Yunho.”
“Why didn’t you say that earlier?!”