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It’s not the first time they’ve done this.
Though it certainly will be the last time.
At least, the last time they did it here.
Everyone knows by this point that when Hao pulls Hanbin into the laundry room, everybody else better make themselves scarce. The laundry room and the bathroom are the only two places on Boys Planet without the cameras watching their every move.
While a part of Hao believes that a show that went through such lengths to make sure everyone's subgenders and scents were hidden, as so no Star Creators voted based on attributes alone, would make sure to edit out any footage of Hanbin fucking him if they did manage to slip up and get caught on camera, Hao personally would rather not have to deal with the knowledge that whoever was in charge of watching the footage would have gotten a free show.
And as it is, there’s a sort of sentimentality to doing it here on what could very well be their last night together.
That had been the pretense that they’d started tonight under after all, Hao needing a distraction from the looming fear of what the finale tomorrow might bring. His debut was still left up in the air, while it had never been a question that the alpha currently fucking into him was going to debut.
If this is his last night with Hanbin as his, Hao was going to make it count.
Which was why the second everyone had finished practicing for the day, he had pulled Hanbin into the laundry room, only half bothering to commit to the pretense that they were going in there to actually do laundry.
The second the machine had started up, Hao had pulled Hanbin into a desperate kiss, pulling back to say, “I need you to fuck me, Hanbin-ah.”
He needn’t have really asked, Hao could swear Hanbin had started to chub up the second that they walked in the laundry room, like he was having a pavlovian response to even just being in the laundry room.
Sure enough, when Hao cants his hips forward, he can feel that the alpha is already hard.
“Alpha, take care of me,” Hao says, whining and tilting his head to the side in submission.
Hanbin, like every other alpha Hao has been with, responds instantly to his act of submission with enthusiasm. He captures Hao’s lips on his own once more, responding with an even deeper kiss. His hands roam over Hao’s body as he kisses him. One of Hanbin’s hands slides up the back of Hao’s shirt, the skin on skin contact causing Hao to shiver.
Meanwhile, the other works at undoing the button on Hao’s pants, desperate to get to the prize that Hanbin knows is hidden beneath his layers.
Hao shifts backwards from the kiss, if only so that he can help speed up the process of getting his pants down and off. Once he’s succeeded in getting them down to his ankles, Hao turns around so that his front is pressed up against the washing machine, reaching behind himself to present his hole to Hanbin. “Please, alpha, I need you.”
“Fuck,” Hanbin hisses, curses slidding off his lips, as he runs his fingers down Hao’s lower back before running the pad of his thumb over Hao’s hole. “You’re so wet for me, hyungie.”
The wet sound of Hao’s slick helping to ease Hanbin’s fingers into his body does not go unnoticed by either of them. Hao whines just a little as Hanbin shifts his fingers forward, scissoring them around to loosen Hao up in preparation for fucking him.
They’d fucked just this morning, the closer they got to the finale, the more anxious Hao got, needing Hanbin to fuck him to take the edge off. So it doesn’t take much for Hanbin to get him loose enough to be fucked again. The copious amounts of slick that had been pouring out of Hao the second he got the alpha alone in the room easing the way in.
“You’re supposed to fuck me, Hanbin-ah, not tease,” Hao says, as the alpha continues to finger fuck him long after Hao’s body is ready to take his cock.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” Hanbin teases.
Still, even as he says the words, he pulls his fingers out of Hao’s body. A whine escaping the omega’s lips as he suddenly feels empty. The feeling doesn’t last for long, a second later Hanbin’s cock is against his entrance, pushing into him with ease.
Hanbin’s cock is big, all alpha’s tend to be, big enough to fill Hao up just right. Hao lets out a hiss of breath, relieved to finally have Hanbin’s cock inside of him.
“You fill gege up so well, Bin-ah,” he says, knowing how praise so quickly goes to the alpha’s head.
The hitch of Hanbin’s hips slamming forward into him only proves that he was correct.
The alpha is so easy and predictable, and so desperate to please Hao. Hanbin’s hands are tight on his hips, holding him steady and in place as he fucks into him with careful precision, knowing all the ways to make Hao fall apart.
Not that it was very hard to make Hao fall apart at all.
Between the thickness of the alpha’s cock, the way Hanbin knows all the right spots to hit to make Hao come undone, and the vibration of the washing machine underneath him that stimulates Hao’s cock all combining in a way that has him catching his breath with each time, Hanbin thrusts into him from behind, knocking him up against the machine once more.
Hanbin presses a kiss against the side of Hao’s neck, open mouthed and wet, licking over Hao’s scent gland. The omega can’t help the whine that escapes him. The irrational part of him that feels more for Hanbin than just the physical connection itches for the alpha to bite down and claim him.
The rational part of Hao knows that they can’t.
Not with their entire future about to unfold before them in the morning.
An idol can’t be mated, especially an omega idol in a group. It’s no secret in the industry.
“I wish I could smell you,” Hanbin says, lips still there against Hao’s neck as he speaks.
The lack of scents was one of the biggest downsides of the policies that they’d instituted upon all of them for Boys Planet. The company made them all pop scent suppressants everyday, so that they couldn’t use their scents as a distraction to other competitors. He swears that the management staff had been taking extra care to look in the direction of the few known omegas among the group of trainees when that rule had first come up.
Hao loved his own scent, the sweet smell of cherry blossoms that normally enveloped him had been complimented by many of his fellow Yuehua trainees before. Sweet and floral, and so perfect for him.
He wishes Hanbin could smell his scent, he wishes that the alpha currently fucking into him could give him those same compliments, and could use his scent to tell exactly what Hao was feeling. So Hanbin could tell how much Hao desperately needed him.
But more than anything, he wishes he could know what Hanbin’s scent was. That he could have the alpha’s scent on him. He’s sure with how possessive Hanbin was, how much the alpha loved to mark Hao up with hickeys in any spot that he was sure wouldn’t be visible by their trainee fits, that the alpha would love that just as much.
“Soon,” Hao promises.
Hanbin huffs a little at that, presses another kiss to Hao’s scentless scent gland, before shifting to press more kisses along any part of Hao he could reach, while continuing to fuck into him.
He can tell when Hanbin starts to get close, the alpha’s hips snapping quicker and with less rhythm, groaning each time he pulls back and nearly out of Hao before pushing back again. Though the most telling sign of all is the way that Hanbin’s knot starts to build, catching on Hao’s hole and making it harder for Hanbin to push back in each time.
At some point, he’ll push in and not be able to pull back out.
Hao is desperate for that.
“Inside, Bin-ah, please, inside,” Hao says, each word punched out of him with a slap of Hanbin’s hips.
The alpha really does fuck him so well.
“I’m close,” Hanbin says, “Fuck, hyungie, your body is so good to me. You take my knot so well, such a good omega.”
Hao gasps out at that, his inner omega pleased to know that the alpha is enjoying his body. Hao shifts so that only one of his hands is bracing himself on the washing machine and moves the other down to attend to his own small, neglected cock.
He jerks himself carefully in time with Hanbin’s thrusts, desperate to come at the same time as the alpha. The head of his cock bumps against the washing machine as he does so, smearing his wetness across the machine.
He whines desperate and needy, knowing that it’s not enough. He’s never really been able to come properly from external stimulation, at least not on his own. Hanbin, knowing what he needs, laces his own hand over Hao’s a second later.
“Let me take care of you,” he says, taking over jerking Hao off.
Unlike Hanbin’s length that seems to nearly rip Hao in two with each thrust, his own omega cock is much smaller, fitting easily in Hanbin’s hand. His length was completely engulfed by the other’s hold.
He clenches down instinctively at the sight of Hanbin’s hand on his cock, tightening his hole as Hanbin works to get him off, the pleasure all too much. He comes sooner than he had intended to, gasping out and barely remembering to put his arms out and brace himself against the washing machine as he falls forward, letting waves of pleasure overwhelm him.
It doesn’t take long after that before Hanbin’s knot pops, the way Hao’s hole had tightened with his own release being enough to push the alpha over the edge. The alpha slumps forward with a groan as he spills his seed inside of Hao, painting his insides with his release. Hanbin’s hand rests against Hao’s stomach, feeling the way his cock and cum distends Hao’s stomach just a little. The alpha filled him up with his seed so well.
“Thank you,” Hao tells him, now that his release has come, even though Hanbin’s knot still pushes up against the sensitive spots inside of him.
Hanbin’s knot holds them steadily together, locked in position with Hao leaning up against the washing machine.
He whines a little, as now that he’s come, the stimulation from the vibrations of the machine are almost too much, and Hanbin, as gentle as ever, moves a hand around to Hao’s stomach to pull him back and guide them both into a slightly better position, even if they are still tied together by his knot.
“Sorry, Hao-hyung,” Hanbin says, pressing another kiss to his neck as an apology. “I should have switched positions before I knotted you.”
“It’s alright, Hanbin-ah,” he reassures the younger.
Hanbin isn’t the first alpha he’s been with, not by a long shot.
As one of the few omega trainees at their company, there had always been an expectation for Hao to help out the alpha and beta trainees with their needs. Something that Hao used to relish. Since Boys Planet started, things have been different . Mnet had been so adamant that nobody’s subgenders or scents be known (despite the fact that some of them had already debuted as idols before, and their subgenders were public knowledge). It wasn’t until he and Hanbin ended up on the same team for Tomboy, the stress getting to the alpha, and with a beta and a pup for their teammates, that Hao had felt revealing his subgender to the other and offering up his hole to be used to relieve some of the pressure Hanbin had been feeling that they started getting into this routine of fucking semi-regularly.
But with Hanbin, sometimes, Hao feels like it might be more than just sex.
More than just him being a good omega and helping an alpha trainee that he’s close with get some relief.
With Hanbin… It feels like a bit more.
Hao’s thankful now that Hanbin knotted him in a position where he can’t look at the other’s face as he speaks - “Promise me, when you debut tomorrow, that you won’t forget about me.”
“When we debut tomorrow,” Hanbin corrects.
“Bin-ah, you know I might not…”
“Stop that, not right now,” Hanbin says. “I was supposed to fuck you so good you forgot about tomorrow.”
He can’t forget about it, as much as he wants to, anxiety pooling in his stomach even after being fucked as good as he was.
“Promise me,” Hao insists again. “Just in case.”
He can tell that Hanbin wants to protest again from the way the alpha runs his hands over Hao’s back to try and soothe him, but eventually Hanbin does speak - “I promise. I won’t forget you, Hao-hyung, it would be impossible to forget the way I feel about you.”
Hao’s heart beats in his chest, eager and hopeful, that the way Hanbin feels is similar to the way that Hao feels about him. He won’t ask now. Not when their potential debut is right around the corner.
If by some miracle they both make it into this new group tomorrow, he tells himself that he’ll ask Hanbin then.
And if he doesn’t debut, then… It’ll probably be better to have never known at all.
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By some miracle, he makes it into the debut line up.
They both do.
Hao would feel a little bit more bad about the fact that there are currently photos of him scenting the alpha on stage blowing up all across the internet, except he’s just so happy to be here that Hao could care less about the lecture that he is sure is coming at some point.
It’s their first official meeting as a group, the nine of them crammed in one meeting room with their new manager and some of the WakeOne staff. They go over the basics, training schedules, and plans for their upcoming debut. However, the thing that the staff stresses the most is that everyone will be expected to move into their new dorms by the end of the day, and live together as a band and as a pack for the duration of contract as artists.
“Now, you’ll need to pick a leader amongst yourselves, a head alpha of your group,” their manager says. “That we can announce to the public, which is why going forward there will be no more need for scent canceling pills or suppressants of any sort.”
There’s nods and noises of agreement from among the group.
Hao’s aware that his own scent had slowly started to come back out this morning, after months of being on the scent suppressants. The barest hints of his cherry blossom scent are beginning to make itself known again. There are other scents in the room, he notes the familiar matcha and strawberry scents belonging to his labelmates, but there are hints of other scents that are less familiar to him coming from his other bandmates.
A distinct pine tree scent, a comforting almond pastry scent, a citrusy scent like a fresh glass of lemonade, and the low simmer of a scent that reminds Hao of a sea’s spray. He wishes it was just him and Hanbin alone in a room, so that he could tell which scent belongs to the alpha.
“The only thing we will still require is that any omegas in the group continue using birth control,” their manager says. “After all, we can’t expect a group of healthy young men not to fuck their group’s omegas. It’s good for stress relief and commonplace in the industry.”
Hao flushes a little at that, looking around at the gathered group.
It wasn’t like Hao had been unaware of the fact that presenting as an omega meant that it would be up to him to help his alpha bandmates with their ruts, or other such times they needed stress relief. The role of an omega within a group had been made clear to him the second he signed up to be a trainee, and never something that he had shied away from. He’d always known that.
In groups carefully formed by a company, subgenders were usually balanced, a group of nine like theirs would normally have at least two omegas, a few betas to balance things, and one or two alphas to lead the group. The only variables left up to chance would be any unpresented members in the group.
As it was, a group formed through votes would likely be less balanced, by the sheer nature of their subgenders not being public knowledge.
He knows four of his new groupmates' subgenders already, and the two pups haven’t presented yet, but he supposes at least Matthew or Taerae have to be another omega. It would be nice to have someone that he could share his struggles with. Someone that he could share the load of their alphas with.
“Why don’t we start by going around the table and saying our subgender,” Hanbin suggests, ever the pragmatic one. “I’m an alpha.”
Jiwoong answers next, providing them with information that everyone already knew, “I’m an alpha too.”
It’s Hao’s turn next, he answers quickly, “I’m an omega.”
There’s a murmur of approval from the alpha sitting next to him as he gains this knowledge. Jiwoong’s eyes flickering over Hao in a way that has him shivering a little in his seat.
It’s so distracting that he almost misses Matthew speaking up, “Oh shit, I’m an alpha too.”
The ‘oh shit ’ that the Canadian had said hits a bit too close to Hao’s own feelings, when Taerae speaks up next adding, “I’m also an alpha.”
He’d been so sure that at least one of the two ‘02 liners would at least be a beta, that Hao can’t help a small gasp of surprise from escaping his lips at Taerae’s answer.
Something new twists inside Hao’s stomach. A mix between nervousness and excitement. His inner omega is all too happy about the idea of all the alphas around him, all the alphas that would be his once they were officially a pack. Though at the same time, the nervousness is there, especially when he chances a glance at Hanbin and finds that Hanbin isn’t looking at him at all, instead he seems to be intently staring down Gyuvin and Ricky.
Two people whose subgenders Hao already knows, having been there to help both of them through their presentations as alphas, back when they’d all been living in the Yuehua trainee dorms.
Hao can’t help but reflexively whine.
His inner omega makes him all too aware now that not only is he the only omega in their group, but the only omega in a room filled with his alpha bandmates and the alpha staff members. He flushes a little as he feels himself getting wet, his body naturally producing slick as he becomes aware of all the alphas around him.
“Steady,” Jiwoong whispers, his massive hand settling on Hao’s thigh to try and soothe him. “Not here, omega, not with the staff and pups around.”
Jiwoong’s words are like a bucket of ice water over his head, and Hao’s ears burn with embarrassment as he looks across the meeting table to meet the knowing gaze of their new manager.
“Well, that’s certainly not ideal, but I can see your center is all too ready to do his part,” their manager says, his gaze makes Hao feel unnerved, like their alpha manager is mentally undressing him.
Hao shivers in nervousness now, forcing himself to focus on the way that Jiwoong is carefully rubbing circles into Hao’s thigh with his thumb.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and Gunwookie will present as an omega or a beta soon,” one of the staff says. Even though everyone knows how unlikely that is. Anyone can tell by looking at him that once Gunwook presents (likely soon, now that he is of age and off the cocktail of suppressants they had been on for Boys Planet) that he will be an alpha.
Another alpha.
Six, likely soon to be seven alphas, for Hao to take care of.
He clenches down instinctively at the thought of how much cock he will be getting over the next two and a half years.
Jiwoong beside him chuckles again, whispering, “Patience, baby. Listen to manager-nim, hyung will take care of you after the meeting.”
He tries to listen to what their managers are saying.
He really does.
It’s probably important information.
But Hao’s head is a fog of pheromones now, hyper aware of where Jiwoong’s hand is still on his thigh, and where Matthew leans up against his other side. The presence of his two alpha bandmates’ contact with him serves as such a distraction that Hao hardly hears anything that they’re saying. He even needs prompting to join in on voting in Hanbin as their leader.
Hao’s all too thankful when the meeting ends, desperate to get out of there and to their new dorm.
There would probably be a bit of moving in to be done, dividing up the rooms amongst themselves, but Hao sincerely hopes that the night will end with him taking up his role as pack omega and helping to strengthen the bond between him and their presented members, with the whole group of them taking turns to fuck him.
With that in mind, he’s eager to get out of the meeting, and nearly whines, when he’s stopped from leaving right away with the group, their manager holding Hao back to have a private conversation before he joins the others at the new dorm.
“Stay for a second, Hao-ssi.”
“Manager-nim?”
He can see the way Hanbin, who had been leaving with the rest, turns back as well. The manager however waves Hanbin on to join the rest of them. “It’ll just be a minute, Hao-ssi will catch up with you before the van departs.”
Hanbin is reluctant to do so, but eventually does follow the rest of the group out, leaving Hao behind with their manager.
Once Hao is left alone with their manager and the WakeOne staff, the nervousness crawls up inside of him, especially as their manager's scent is not nearly as subdued as his members had been. Instead, the thick leather scent is almost oppressive in the way that it comes out to coat Hao in it. The scent is laced with firmness, a need to make sure that he is listened to, along with a touch of arousal underneath it that leaves Hao unsettled.
“What is it?”
“I’m sure you’re well aware, Hao-ssi, that not only are you the first foreign center, but the first omega center in the history of this series,” his manager explains.
This, of course, is more because he’s only the second person to ever win center after having presented, but Hao pointedly does not mention that.
Instead, he nods his head dutifully.
Their manager runs a hand down Hao’s arm, not in a comforting way, but in a show of dominance.
“Then you understand how important your role as pack omega will be, especially as the lone omega in your group,” their manager continues. “There will be no more favoritism like that stunt you pulled on stage last night. You have a duty to all the alphas in your group. Do you understand, Zhang Hao?”
He had known that eventually, him trying to scent Hanbin on stage would come back to bite him, but in a way, this lecture was lighter than the one he had expected. He supposes if there had been another omega in the group, they might have tried to forbid him and Hanbin from doing anything, relegating the fulfillment of Hanbin’s alpha needs to a different omega. Perhaps in a way, it was a blessing that with Hao as the only omega in the group, they wouldn’t have a choice.
Hao nods his head again.
He had always known that exclusivity was never something that was allowed in the idol industry, for artists of any subgender. Matters of heats and ruts were to be kept amongst groupmates to help minimize scandals.
Hao did not shy away from sex, in fact he enjoyed it very much, he was more than happy to do his duty to his new group, even if there were more alphas to take care of than he had originally imagined.
His manager smiles a smile that unnerves Hao a little, as he replies, “Be a good omega, and we won’t have any issues around here.”
“I understand, manager-nim.”
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Splitting up the dorm rooms is easy enough.
The two pups get a room to share, the alphas split off into pairs of two (Jiwoong and Matthew, Taerae and Hanbin, and Gyuvin and Ricky), meanwhile the smallest of the rooms is given to Hao, as the lone omega in the group.
“Yujin and Guwnook, go unpack,” Hanbin says, once the division of rooms has been settled, “The presented members of the pack need to talk for a second.”
“I’ll be presented soon,” Gunwook insists. “I’m not a child.”
“Now,” Hanbin says, a touch of alpha voice to his tone. Gunwook gives in, with one lingering glance at the group, before following Yujin off to where their room is.
Leaving Hao alone with his alpha bandmates.
“I assume we all know what I’m going to say,” Hanbin says, looking at the group once the pups have left.
For a moment, nobody says anything, Hao wonders if they’re going to go at it now. Everyone knows that the best way to solidify a newfound bond with their pack omega is to fuck said omega. He’d personally prefer all six of them at once, partly from a selfish perspective of not wanting to have to go six separate rounds over the course of the next day.
Really, one big orgy is just the most time efficient plan.
Hao opens his mouth to say as much, but is cut off when Hanbin speaks again - “I know what our manager tried to imply during that meeting earlier, but as leader of this group and as your pack alpha, I’m telling you all now, nobody’s fucking Hao-hyung tonight.”
“Excuse me!?”
Hanbin shoots Hao a soft look at his words, “Or any night in the future, really. The best way to have harmony as a group is to respect everyone as people, that includes our omega.”
Respect him ?
They could respect him with their cocks just as well!
Hanbin hadn’t had any issue with fucking him the day before the finale!
But now, he was trying to insist that nobody was allowed to touch Hao!?
“Are you crazy,” Hao asks, offended now.
How was he supposed to be a good omega if none of his alphas would be allowed to touch him?
His inner omega hates the idea, and he knows his scent is flaring with his displeasure. He can tell from the way some of his new groupmates' noses wrinkle that they can sense his disapproval of Hanbin’s plan.
“I like sex, I have no issue fulfilling my duties as pack omega,” Hao insists. “I’ve literally already had sex with three people in this room before we were packmates! Why would I have an issue now?”
“Three,” Gyuvin asks, looking around the group.
Ricky answers before Hao has to, rolling his eyes as he replies, “Hanbin, obviously.”
“Wait, you two have fucked Hao-hyung,” Matthew says, putting the dots together in the other direction. The younger alpha lets out a pathetic noise at that. “I want to fuck Hao-hyung.”
“You can,” Hao tells Matthew, “Later, though.”
“No,” Hanbin says, “I am the leader, and head of this pack, if I say nobody’s fucking Hao, then that’s final.”
Hao clenches his hands into fists at his sides.
He knew Hanbin was a bit possessive, but this was beyond that, it was just idiotic.
There was no way six alphas could be in the same group with one unmated omega and not have things lead to them constantly fighting each other, which is exactly what would happen if Hao didn’t use his natural talents and body as an omega to keep the peace.
“I think I can speak for myself as far as consenting goes,” Hao snaps. He feels bad snapping at Hanbin, but really this is ridiculous. Hao turns away from Hanbin to bring his attention to the rest of their group. “I have a duty as your pack omega, one that I won’t shy from, to keep the peace amongst all of the alphas in our group. Feel free to come to me whenever you need comfort or stress relief, I promise I’ll be good for you.”
Of course, Hanbin still finds a way to object to things - “We’re all adults here. If we can’t find a way to solve our problems without turning to sex for a solution, then we’re not very good alphas, are we?”
So he could be a ‘good alpha,’ but Hao was to be robbed of his chance to be a ‘good omega’ because of what? Surely, it can’t be some moral high ground that Hanbin has suddenly found for himself. Not after he’s spent the last month fucking Hao nearly every chance he got.
If there had been at least a beta or two, that could have been another story, but still, sex with each alpha in the group would be necessary to complete their pack bond at a minimum, and - “What about when my heat comes, or your ruts? Are you just not going to fuck me then?”
That finally seems to snap some clarity into Hanbin, especially as the rest of their groupmates begin to protest at that point as well. None of the other alphas in the room liked the idea of spending their ruts with nothing but their own hand to help them through, especially when there was a sweet and willing omega offering himself up.
“Fine,” Hanbin concludes, “But only during heats and ruts, outside of that, Hao is off limits to all members.”
Hao’s not happy with that. His inner omega is displeased that he won’t be able to consummate his bond with his new bandmates tonight, but he keeps himself calm with the idea that his heat is due in a mere two weeks, and then after they all complete their pack bonds during his heat, surely there will be no more of this ridiculous ‘no sex with Hao’ nonsense going around.
He’d just have to make it through two weeks without getting to be fucked by any of his new alphas.
“Does that include yourself,” Matthew asks. As Hanbin’s best friend, there was no way the other alpha didn’t know what he and Hao had been up to over the last month.
This has to be it, then.
Misguided possessiveness that Hanbin is feeling.
Hao expects him now to admit to the group that this whole ‘no sex’ policy had been a desire to keep Hao for himself, and that the whole idea will be put to rest as quickly as that.
Hanbin doesn’t do that, instead he nods in affirmation at Matthew’s question.
“Including me.”