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As soon as he woke up every morning, Chan took his suppressant. It was just the responsible thing to do, and Chan was nothing if not responsible.
He took his suppressant that morning. He knew he did. He’d checked it off on his calendar and everything, and when he counted the pills later, the right number was there. He’d been taking them for years; it was just routine.
Nevertheless, there he was, fucking into Felix like there was no tomorrow.
See, Chan was on suppressants for a reason. When he had first presented as an alpha, all hell had broken loose. Jeongin had come home to find the kitchen literally on fire while Chan pounded his massive alpha cock into Hyunjin, whose heat had been triggered by Chan’s rut. They were oblivious to the flames quietly licking up from the stove against the cabinets, both lost in pleasure on the tiled floor.
Chan’s rut was so strong when he presented that it had triggered all the other members who had already presented into heat, except for the only other alpha, Changbin, who went into rut. They had all had a great time – a truly phenomenal time, actually – but it had taken almost a week for them all to get back to normal and get back to work. And Jeongin, the only member who hadn’t presented yet, had had to make sure they all stayed hydrated and fed. Chan had felt so guilty for setting them behind schedule, and for Jeongin, who already complained about his hyungs fucking so much, having to help them, that he had chosen to go on suppressants so he wouldn’t go into rut as long as he stayed on them.
Now, Changbin stood in the doorway to Chan’s bedroom, mouth hung open in shock. Chan was sitting on the wooden floor and was manhandling a very pliant and happy-looking Felix up and down his cock, scenting and nipping at the omega’s neck. Felix’s eyes were scrunched shut, but his mouth hung open and he let out a deep groan that momentarily got louder with each plunge.
Changbin glanced to the left, where a naked Hyunjin lay diagonally on Chan’s bed, arms stretched out and a satiated, fucked-out expression on his face. Changbin crossed over to him, covering his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie, and shook his leg, causing the blonde to giggle. This close up, Changbin could confirm that Chan had already been there; a generous amount of cum had been seeping out of the omega and onto the bed. Behind him, he could still hear Chan and Felix, and it sounded like they were both close.
“Jinnie, are you already in heat?” Changbin asked, still covering his nose. He knew what the answer probably was, and he could just check, but he didn’t want his own rut to be triggered. At least not yet.
Hyunjin giggled again and answered, “Yes. Alpha.” His dark eyes flashed dangerously with seduction. Changbin stepped back before he could be charmed; he was Hyunjin’s favorite target even when the omega wasn’t in heat.
Chan suddenly growled and came into Felix, who arched his back and also came, the hot sensation of being filled up so much for the second time sending him over the edge. Chan laid down on his back, pulling Felix to lie on his own back against his chest, holding him tight while still lazily bucking his hips a little, doing his best to keep fucking Felix even though his knot prevented him from doing it properly.
Chan cast his gaze over to Changbin, and panted for a moment before gruffly saying, “Get out of here before your rut is triggered. Warn the others.” He paused and inhaled sharply as Felix started trying to meet his little movements. “And bring water.”
Changbin hurried out of the room and closed the door behind him, finding himself face-to-face with Minho and Jisung, who had just gotten home. They sniffed the air and immediately knew what was happening.
“No...” Minho said in disbelief. “I saw him take his pill this morning. How did this happen?”
Changbin shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know. But he already triggered Hyunjin and Felix’s heats, and they’re in there with him.”
Jisung had been smirking slyly. He nudged Minho. “You should go in there and get him to trigger your heat. Then hopefully my rut will be triggered, and...” He waggled his eyebrows.
Minho and Jisung were both betas, meaning that they could go into either heat or rut. In the absence of outside influences, Minho almost always tended to go into ruts, and Jisung almost always tended to go into heats. But, in the presence of an alpha in rut who had pheromones as crazy strong as Chan’s, it was likely, based on precedent, that he’d trigger them both into heat. When he presented, Chan had triggered all three betas – Minho, Jisung, and Seungmin – into heat.
Minho returned Jisung’s smirk, and moved a sighing Changbin to the side so he could enter Chan’s bedroom. Jisung helped Changbin gather up a bunch of water bottles, snacks, and towels into a big plastic bin that they pushed into the room, getting a glimpse of Chan and Minho making out over Felix’s shoulder before closing the door.
Jisung settled on the couch to wait, palming himself through his jeans at the prospect of getting to fuck his boyfriend when he was in heat. Changbin busied himself preparing some sandwiches, knowing that the snacks they’d delivered wouldn’t tide the others over for long.
A couple minutes later, Minho suddenly dashed out of the bedroom and straddled Jisung’s lap, and it was immediately evident to both Changbin and Jisung that he was in heat. Jisung wrapped his arms around him, breathing him in and watching him grind against him, mystified. He had only witnessed Minho in heat a few times before, and he smelled delicious.
“Not on the couch!” Changbin ordered, and the pair giggled as Jisung lifted Minho to carry him to their own bedroom, both hoping that Minho being in heat would be enough to trigger Jisung’s rut. Not that Jisung needed to be in rut to satisfy Minho.
After making several sandwiches and putting them in the fridge for later, the alpha settled on the couch and scrolled through the news on his phone, expecting to see some article about a major scandal involving poor manufacturing of rut suppressants. But there was nothing.
After half an hour, Seungmin and Jeongin returned home, shaking off their umbrellas and placing them in the stand, which already had too many umbrellas in it. Seungmin tugged at his collar and announced to Changbin, who met them at the door, “I think I’m going into heat, hyung.”
Changbin laughed and said, “Join the club.” After explaining what had been happening at home, the youngests’ eyes were wide with shock.
Seungmin took off his raincoat, carefully hanging it up, and, as composed as ever, said, “Well, if I’m going into heat anyway, I might as well join them so the omega hyungs can get a break.” Then he slipped into Chan’s bedroom.
Changbin settled back on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “Want to finish that drama we were watching, Innie?” he asked, and Jeongin plopped down next to him, holding his head.
“I don’t know, hyung. I’ve had this really bad headache all day.”
Just then, Minho and Jisung left their bedroom laughing, wearing only their underwear as they headed to the bathroom to clean up, their bedroom not having an adjoining bathroom like Chan’s did. While they were passing in front of the couch, Minho stopped dead in his tracks, sniffing the air, and he honed in on Jeongin, his pupils dilating.
“Innie is presenting,” he said flatly, grabbing Jisung by the wrist. “As an alpha.”
“Oh shit,” Jeongin groaned, an unfamiliar feeling flooding his senses. Because, suddenly, Minho looked and smelled incredible. Jisung narrowed his eyes and hurriedly pulled Minho away with him to the bathroom.
Changbin grinned at Jeongin. “You feel the hunger, don’t you?” he asked, hitting him playfully on the arm. “Now you’ll understand why your hyungs fuck so much.”