CHOCOLATE FLAVORED CAKE Ateez
CHOCOLATE FLAVORED CAKE â ateez



PAIRING: ot8 ateez x gn!reader GENRE: angst
WC: 0.6k (644)
WARNINGS: reader gets stood up on their birthday, reader has a sister named haeun (not to refer to any actual person)
đ: gonna add a part 2 to this lel
library pt2
you met your best friends - seonghwa, hongjoong, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi wooyoung and jongho - only half a year ago, yet your bond grew as fast as the drying of super glue. you found yourself not going anywhere without any of the eight of them. well, that was the case until you introduced them to your sister, haeun.
they hit it off with her - especially yunho, which you were glad about at first but you noticed that they slowly favored haeun over you. it even got to the point where hongjoong would text you and say they couldnât make it to your plans, because they were with haeun.
seonghwa would send selfies in the group chat that he took with haeun, and all you could do was look and wish you were there with them. you basically never see them as often unless san and jongho decided to come over (to see haeun). and even trying to salvage the friendship you even made plans at places you knew they loved. but that also failed . . .
boba shop? they didnât show
a picnic? they didnât show
they never came and it was always the same excuse, âi was with haeun and lost track of time.â but this time, you are absolutely sure that you will be seeing your 8 friends today! itâs your birthday and youâve invited them to your celebration, and your gut is telling you itâll be the same situation like all the last attempts, but you stay anyway and wait.
it started at 7:00pm,
itâs 8:30.
youâre starting to get worried so you unlock your phone and message haeun. you assumed that they were most likely with her.

you donât bother to respond. you immediately close your phone and sit back, awaiting your friendsâ arrival.
9:45 pm
you return home and slam the door closed, which occupied haeunâs attention. she gets up from her bed to see whatâs up with you, although she should already know the problem. â(name), i-â âjust, shut up! you were so distracted with my friends you couldnât even remember my birthday celebration.â you exclaim to haeun, the tears youâve been holding in all night finally letting loose.
âtoday was your birthday?â you scoff at the fact your own sister forgot your birthday but it wasnât anything new from her. you say nothing more haeun and lock yourself in your bedroom.
8:41 am
your stir awake from your slumber to the sound of 3 familiar voices: haeun, mingi and yunho. those are the last people you want to see right now, especially when youâre half-asleep. you exit your bedroom and walk past the living room, where the three of them sat. âgood morning,â yunho greets you but you only glance at him awkwardly and ignore him, much to his dismay and he frowns at your reaction. âare they upset about something?â mingi asks, making himself comfortable on your couch as if it was his own. âabout thatâŠâ haeun mutters her loud volume from before vanishing.
âwe forgot about their birthday and they were waiting on us for 2 hours.â mingiâs eyes widen and yunhoâs heart drops in his stomach. they now know the reason why you were so silent towards them just a minute ago and they canât help but feel guilty. when you walk out of the bathroom they all go silent and look at you. â(name), come watch spiderman with us!â âuh, no thanks.â you dash back to your bedroom and mingi knows that they screwed up, because you love spiderman.
you sit on the floor of your bedroom, eating your chocolate flavored birthday cake, alone.
like you always were.
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âThereâs a what next weekend?â you asked Soo-ah, reading the social media invite youâd both just received.Â
âTEN-YEAR REUNION SPRING BREAK PARTYâ flashed on the screen in front of you. Below it, details and RSVP information were spelled out in italics. You groaned, knowing what was coming next.
âOh! We have to go! Please?!â Soo-ah pleaded. You had done your best to block out the memories of the four years youâd spent in the hell called high school. It hadnât been particularly torturous, but you were nothing short of ecstatic to leave that place, and the people, behind you when you first entered college. Soo-ah, on the other hand, still regularly saw friends from high school and reminisced on her time there. It didnât surprise you that sheâd want to attend this reunion.
âSeriously? Itâs been ten years. I donât want anything to do with those people!â you defended. Spending a Saturday night with people you barely remembered wasnât exactly on your bingo card for the year, but apparently Soo-ah was going to be the one to handwrite it into the free space that was leftover.Â
âI donât care. Weâre going!â she responded, making the decision for you as she texted the RSVP number to confirm both of your attendance. You sighed, knowing you werenât going to change her mind no matter what you tried.
âFine. But you owe me,â you said, letting out an exasperated breath, rolling your eyes at your best friend. She was a pain in the ass, but you loved her. Sheâd stuck by your side for the last fifteen years, and had put up with her fair share of nonsense from you, so you could suffer through one night of nonsense for her.
Grocery shopping at night, alone, was one of your favorite things to do. The stores were always empty, peaceful. You meandered through the aisles, erasing items from the list on your phone as you tossed them into your cart. Stopping in front of the pasta section, you reached above your head to grab a box of your favorite, but it was just out of your reach. Bracing yourself on one of the shelves, you stood on your tiptoes, hoping those few extra inches would be enough for you to grab the box you wanted. Your fingertips only grazed the box, but just as you were about to give up on that particular brand, a lanky arm reached from just behind you and grabbed the box for you.
âOh, thankâ Hobi?â you asked incredulously as you took the box from his hand.
âThe one and only, baby. I thought that was you. You havenât changed a bit,â he answered, cocky smile matching his tone.
Jung Hoseok, better known as Hobi back in high school, was the townâs ex-resident bad boy, half (a very hot half) of a very well-known duo. He and his friends were always up to something, wreaking havoc everywhere they went. Constantly in detention, throwing wild parties, spending all of their free time getting high and definitely not doing any homework. His reputation as a player was well-known amongst everyone, too. From what you remembered, there probably wasnât a single person in his crowd who he hadnât slept with at one point or another. Youâd steered clear of them, trying your hardest to maintain your girl next door image and straight-A record, hoping to gain admittance to the private university one city over. Your efforts had prevailed, and you were proud of the success youâd worked so hard to maintain over the last ten years.
âWhat are you doing back?â is all you could think to ask. It was eleven oâclock on a Thursday night, and you hadnât seen Hobi, or any of his old friends, in years. Running into him here was nothing short of surprising.
âDidnât you hear? The reunion is Saturday. Couldnât miss that,â he shrugged.
âAh. Yeah, shouldâve figured. Soo-ah and I are going too.â
He chuckled, responding only with, âWell, Iâll see you ladies on Saturday then. How is Soo-ah, by the way?â He winked as he walked away, leaving you standing awkwardly at your cart, box of pasta still clutched in your hand.Â
As you wandered the aisles, finishing up your shopping, you couldnât help but think, just our luck. You knew that Soo-ah had been involved with Hobi during your senior year. It had been just a casual thing. They were never exclusive, according to him. Unfortunately, Soo-ah had had her heart broken when she found that out. You wondered how sheâd feel seeing him again. But then, you wonderedâŠ
Would he be there too?
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You and Soo-ah walked to the entrance of the restaurant together. The reunion was being hosted at a large brewery in downtown. Youâd only been there a few times before, but you knew it had a large open area for mingling, good food and drinks, but it was especially dark inside. Entering the restaurant, you were met with a sudden wave of chatter and laughter, loud music blaring. The place had basically been turned into a nightclub of sorts, making your stomach churn. You werenât one to frequent places with loud music or crowds, but here you were, doing both for some stupid high school reunion.
âLetâs go grab a drink and find some of our old friends!â Soo-ah suggested as she pulled you by the arm toward the bar. Trying to calm your nerves, you settled on a mojito, knowing the alcohol in it would make you relax. Soo-ah ordered her usual drink that was probably ninety percent alcohol, making you turn your nose up at the smell wafting off her glass as she picked it up. You took a sip of your drink, eyes scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. You had to admit, you barely remembered anyone, but for Soo-ah, that wasnât the case. She had already pointed out multiple people she wanted to catch up with.
Voices and faces all blurred together as Soo-ah dragged you from one group to another. You exchanged pleasantries, but frankly, you werenât really interested in reliving the so-called glory days of high school with people you never even spoke to. It seemed like all everyone wanted to do was brag about their lives, which you were not interested in doing. Finishing your drink, you politely excused yourself, heading back to the bar for another round. Thankfully, there were a few open bar stools left, so you plopped down on one, waiting to get the bartenderâs attention.
âThis seat taken?â came a deep, low voice to your left. Turning your head to see the owner of the voice, your jaw dropped when you saw him.
Min Yoongi. The other half of the infamous duo you spent years trying to avoid. Except for the fact that, this half? Yeah, this half was the half youâd actively pined over all of high school. You knew he was bad news then, so all youâd done was admire him from afar. Not that he even knew who you were anyway.Â
âUh.. um, no. Go ahead,â you responded, signaling to the bartender again, really needing another drink to get through whatever conversation was about to occur. Finally catching his eye, you breathed a sigh of relief as the bartender approached you.
âWhat can I get you?â the older man asked you with a gentle smile on his face. You rattled off your order, and he turned toward Yoongi. The smile previously on his face fell immediately. âYoongi.â
âMr. Cho. Iâm good, I swear,â Yoongi defended, hands up as if in surrender. You tried to read the expression on his face, but failed. It was almost like⊠regret? Apology? You werenât sure.
âLast time you were here, we closed with hundreds of dollars worth of damage because of you and your friends. A fight, if I remember correctly,â Mr. Cho continued, arms crossed over his chest.
Your eyes jumped between the two men, unsure if you should interrupt, stay quiet, leave? You decided, against your better judgment, to remain in your seat and stay quiet.
âThat was years ago, Mr. Cho. Iâm not like that anymore, promise,â Yoongi explained, going so far as to hold his pinky finger up in front of the older man, swearing on⊠something.
Mr. Cho rolled his eyes and continued, âWhat do you want?â
Yoongi ordered a glass of whiskey, neat. But what he said next took you by surprise. âAdd hers to my tab, too.â
âUmâ no, Iâm fine. You donât need to do that,â you interrupted, looking at him with a confused look on your face. All he did in response was wave his hand at you, as if to say, nonsense.Â
Mr. Cho turned away to prepare both of your drinks, leaving you and Yoongi alone at the bar.
âIâm ____,â you started awkwardly.
âI know who you are. How could I not? Hobi dated your friend for a bit, yeah?â he asked, taking a sip from the glass Mr. Cho placed in front of him.Â
Picking up your mojito, you gulped down more than youâd planned, but you werenât a quitter. You swallowed, trying not to show the grimace playing at your lips.
âNot sure dated is the proper word, but yeah. Soo-ah was seeing him senior year. Until he conveniently forgot to mention to her that he was also seeing two other girls,â you snapped back.Â
Yoongi snickered, tipping his glass toward you. âHey, from what I heard, they never had the âexclusiveâ talk. So you canât blame him,â he said with a half-shrug.Â
You couldnât help rolling your eyes at him. Typical Yoongi, you thought. Defending Hobi like heâd done nothing wrong, even though he knew that wasnât the case, was something heâd always done over the years. You werenât sure why he even hung out with him, because they werenât the same. Yoongi never really gave the impression that he was willingly going along with a lot of Hobiâs antics, but what did you know? You didnât really know them.
âHey. Iâm not Hobi, alright? Take that shit out on him if you want. Heâs over there,â he pointed, âbut remember, itâs been ten years. And Soo-ah doesnât seem to care.â
Turning around, you saw Soo-ah in a big group of people, Hobi included, laughing and drinking. She wasnât really acknowledging his presence, but she wasnât exactly ignoring him, either. Rolling your eyes, you realized that he was probably right.
âSorry. Old grudges die hard, I guess.â
âItâs alright. Howâs life been for you?â he asked.
The two of you fell into easy conversation then. Where and for what youâd gone to college, jobs, how you spent your free time. It was like talking to an old friend, but also, not really.
âSo, yeah. My job is basically always stressful. This is the first time in, like, months that Iâve been out and havenât gotten a call from my boss,â you finished. You moved to take another sip of your drink, but to your dismay, it was already empty. You frowned, looking over at Yoongi as he did the same thing. You erupted into a fit of giggles, and he followed suit, laughing heartily along with you.
âDamn,â you said, shaking your head, âdidnât realize I drank that that fast.â
âWant another?â
âNo, I probably shouldnât. I get hungover really easily and thatâs the last thing I need,â you explained.
âHmm. You ever smoked weed?â Yoongi questioned.
âDo I look like someone whoâs ever smoked weed, Yoongi?â you laughed out. The thought alone was hysterical to you. The fact that he would think you had smoked before was even funnier. You had never done anything even remotely illegal; no underage drinking, no shoplifting, and surely no drug use. You were known as the goody two-shoes your entire life, and you knew that he knew that.
âWell, no,â Yoongi admitted with a laugh, âbut you should give it a try. Itâll wipe that stress away so fast, you wonât even notice it anymore.â
You gave him an incredulous look, thinking that he definitely had to be joking. There was no way you were about to blemish your perfect reputation by smoking weed to relieve stress.
âI can show you,â Yoongi deadpanned, âif you want.â
You shook your head, laughing at him. âNo thanks, Iâm alright.â
Yoongi reached out and ran his fingers along the back of your hand. He looked at you, a mischievous smirk on his face.Â
âCâmon, live a little. Canât you have some fun for once?â
âMin Yoongi. You donât know me. Who says I donât have fun?â
âWell, youâve never smoked weed. That alone says you donât have enough fun,â he chuckled.
You rolled your eyes. But the nagging voice in your head was beginning to eat away at you. Ten years ago, you wouldâve done anything to get even the smallest bit of attention from Min Yoongi. And now, you were sitting here, having a one-on-one conversation with him for almost an hour, he was offering to spend even more time with you, and you were declining. Why?
It wasnât in your nature to make impulsive decisions. You had meticulously thought-out plans for everything you did. But your intrusive thoughts were winning tonight, no matter how hard you fought them.
âAlright. Show me.â
Yoongi cocked his brow, seemingly surprised that youâd agreed. Before you had the chance to change your mind, however, he was standing, leaving a few bills on the bar to pay his tab, and grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowded restaurant and out the door.
The cool spring breeze outside was refreshing. You took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air. Walking a few steps behind Yoongi, hand still in his, you stumbled a bit, the alcohol catching up to you more now that you werenât sitting.Â
âYou good?â came Yoongiâs voice from ahead of you.Â
âYepp, all good. Lead the way,â you giggled. You were pleasantly buzzed, and you hoped the feeling remained until you were confident enough around him without it. He led you down the crowded street, never letting go of your hand, until you reached a high-rise building, hotel name illuminated in the night sky.
âWeâre staying here this weekend. Câmon,â he gestured toward the building.
Five minutes later, the two of you exited the elevator on the eleventh floor, and Yoongi guided you toward his room.Â
The fact that he had said âweâ downstairs was lost on you until he opened the door, holding it open for you to follow after him. You entered the room, setting your purse down on the dresser, and you noticed a third person already in the room, standing at the cracked-open window, joint between his fingers.
Hobi.Â
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â___? No shit,â Hobi blurted out with a laugh, coughing a bit on his inhale.Â
âShe needs to relax,â Yoongi explained, sly smirk on his face. You shrugged, unsure what to say other than to agree with him.
Hobi shot you a confused glance, obviously not expecting you to be one to join them in their late-night smoke session. âWith us?â
âShut up,â you snapped out in response, the words coming out more tense than youâd planned.
âDamn. You do need to relax,â Hobi laughed out. Yoongi had already joined him at the window, taking the joint from his hand and taking a hit for himself. He held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before slowly blowing it out the window. After letting out all of his inhale, he turned to face you. You were still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure where to go or what to do.
âCâmere, love,â Yoongi said, beckoning you over to them. You didnât miss the pet name heâd used, but you chose to ignore it. Walking hesitantly over to the window, you joined the two men, resting your body weight on the window sill with your elbow, facing them.
Yoongi and Hobi exchanged knowing glances as Hobi took another drag, puffing the smoke out calmly. His eyes were already appearing glazed over, a serene air overtaking his normal exuberant self. He held the joint out to you, a sickly sweet smile on his face.
âYour turn, baby,â Hobi breathed out, watching as you took it from him. You held the joint between your fingers, unsure what to do next. You began to feel stupid, like you definitely shouldnât be there, until Yoongi took it back, taking a quick hit before speaking.
âWeâll take care of you. Donât worry,â he reassured you, holding the joint up and putting it between your lips, âJust inhale a bit, slowly. Hold it in for a second, then let it out.â
Even with following his instructions, you still coughed a bit (or maybe a lot), but neither of them said anything. You were expecting Hobi to make fun of you, to say something sarcastic about you being too innocent, but he didnât. Instead, he just watched you, silently observing. His dark eyes, although glazed over, still intimidated you after all these years. For whatever reason, you could never figure out why, but he had always had a very intense aura to him.Â
Thirty minutes later, the three of you had settled into a very comfortable, very giggly high. Hobi and Yoongi were sprawled out on their beds, while you stretched out sideways over an armchair, looking at the ceiling. The relaxation you felt was like nothing youâd ever experienced. You felt like you were floating, fully embracing the euphoria. Your brain was lagging a bit, taking extra seconds to decipher whatever Hobi and Yoongi were discussing. You had to admit, you still didnât know, and you had barely been listening, so you only caught the tail end of their conversation.
âNo! Thatâs ridiculous,â Hobi yelled out, a hand over his belly as he curled into the fetal position, laughing. Yoongi was laughing too, and then it became infectious, impossible for you to avoid following suit.Â
A few minutes of uncontrollable laughter later, Hobi got up from his bed to use the bathroom. You and Yoongi fell into silence as he disappeared. It didnât surprise you that Hobi was even more obnoxious while high than he was normally, but you were struggling to figure out how Yoongi was taking his own high. He was giggly, just like you and Hobi, but other than that, he seemed almost like his normal, quiet self, maybe even quieter.Â
âHey,â Yoongi spoke suddenly.
Tilting your head upside down to look at him as best as you could from your position, you responded, âHey, yourself.â
âCâmere,â he called, holding an outstretched hand to you.Â
Brow cocked, you lifted yourself from the armchair and stumbled over to the side of his bed, looking at him quizzically, arms holding you up as you rested your palms on the mattress.Â
âWhatâs up?â you questioned.
âIâm just gonna be honest with you. I get stupid affectionate when Iâm high. Come lay with me,â Yoongi requested.
âUhâ why me? Canât you cuddle with Hobi or something?â you asked him, laughing at your own suggestion.
Yoongi laughed, but then declined your offer, shaking his head.
âBeen there, done that. He gets weird,â he explained, looking up at you from his spot on the bed, head resting on his outstretched arm. âBesides, youâre a lot cuter than him anyway,â he finished, putting on a smirk.
You couldnât help but giggle at his admission, unsure if it was the weed talking or if it was how he really felt. But his eyes never left you, and he stretched his arm out more, making grabby hands at you.
âPlease, love?â he asked again, puppy eyes on full display. You cocked an eyebrow, watching as his facial expression turned to full-blown begging before you.
You sighed, turning to sit on the bed next to him. âFine,â you said with an exasperated breath.
Before you had a chance to think, Yoongi was wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down to lay next to him. He snuggled into your side, attaching himself to you like a koala would a tree, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. It was a little awkward at first, but before long, you had relaxed more, sinking into the mattress underneath you.
âYou two comfortable?â a voice came from the other side of the room, laughter erupting from Hobi as he flicked the main lights off and flopped down on his bed again. You and Yoongi laughed along with him, and you couldnât help but to turn into his embrace, enjoying his warmth and the feeling of his body against yours. You draped your arm over him, drawing patterns on his back over his shirt, hearing him sigh with what you could only describe as bliss.
The room slipped into mostly comfortable silence, aside from Hobi watching funny videos on his phone, laughing out loud at almost all of them. Yoongi had fallen into a deep state of contentment, his breathing almost even with yours, as you continued rubbing his back. Without even noticing it yourself, you slipped your hand under the back of his shirt, wanting more contact with him, and his breath caught.
âThis okay?â you asked him, not wanting to push any boundaries of his. He let out a hum, resting his arm over your lower stomach, fingertips dancing at your hip.
âI donât think Iâve ever been this relaxed,â Yoongi sighed, âyouâre so fucking comfortable.â
You laughed. âMe too. And youâre warm.â
As the minutes passed, you noticed his hand slowly moving upward until his fingers were grazing your collarbone, drifting onto your neck. His face was still buried in the other side of your neck, but you felt him lift his head slightly as he whispered in your ear.
âYouâre really, really hot.âÂ
You whipped your head to the side, scooting back a little so you could see him better.
âHuh?â you asked incredulously, trying to suppress your laughter again.
He pulled you closer, lips pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the crook of your neck. You froze, your skin igniting under his touch. Your breathing hitched in your throat, your head spinning.
âI could make you feel so good,â he whispered, peppering kisses up your neck, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick at your skin.
âYoongi, what the fuck?â you whispered back, laughter coming out this time. You werenât sure if it was from the weed or your nerves, but you couldnât stop giggling.
He, on the other hand, was not laughing.
âIâm serious,â he cocked his head at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips, âI know you feel it, too.â
You couldnât deny that he was right. You werenât usually a very touchy person, but from the minute heâd cuddled up against you, your brain had been short circuiting, the nerves under your skin like a live wire against him. You took a shaky breath, unsure how to respond. But then, a thought crossed your mind.
âWhat about Hobi?â you questioned, voice still a whisper, not wanting to attract the other manâs attention.
Yoongi snickered, hand moving to cup your cheek, as he closed in on you. Landing a soft kiss on your lips, he replied, âWhat about him?â
Suddenly, he was kissing you, the hand on your cheek moving to your neck, pulling you closer. His mouth engulfed yours, consuming you with desire. Your hand squeezed his waist from under his shirt, using the grip to pull your body against his. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, eliciting a quiet moan from you. He pulled back, breathing heavily, your faces still almost touching.
âWe always wondered what it would be like to ruin you,â came a voice from behind you. You gasped. At some point in the time that youâd been distracted with Yoongi, Hobi had seen what was going on between the two of you, gotten out of bed, and walked to your side of Yoongiâs bed, all without you noticing.Â
You bolted upright, looking like a deer in headlights as you realized that youâd been caught. Nothing had really even happened, but your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Your nerves were on fire, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Yoongi, however, was still laying down, eyes darting calmly between you and Hobi.
âWoah, woah. What do you mean, we?â you said, voice no longer a whisper, but a low shriek.
Hobi chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he answered, âI said what I said. Weâre kind of a package deal, baby.â
âWhat do you think, love?â came Yoongiâs deep voice from your other side.
You sat there, looking between the two men, brain still lagging from your high. Your relaxed state had quickly devolved into shock. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to find the words to respond.
âLet us make you feel good,â Hobi proposed, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, fingers brushing along your skin gently.
âWe wonât do anything you donât want. But, from experience, fucking while high is so good,â Yoongi stated matter-of-factly.
You took a deep breath, your brain finally catching up with your mouth so you could speak.
âUh- Iâve never.. um..â you started, trying to put the words together.Â
Yoongi sat up next to you, resting a hand on your thigh and squeezing it reassuringly. âWe know. We can take care of you, love.â
You shuddered, breathing becoming erratic as you contemplated their proposition. Before tonight, you would have never even considered doing something like this. But your high, combined with how turned on you were from Yoongiâs efforts earlier, was clouding your judgment.
âIf youâre uncomfortable, weâll drop it and forget this ever happened. Go back to relaxing, get some food maybe. But if youâre into thisâŠâ Hobi continued, moving his hand to play with your neck and jawline, sending chills down your spine.
âSay yes. We promise you wonât regret it,â Yoongi finished, running his hand along your thigh as he leaned in to kiss you again.
You sighed as you returned his kiss, pulling back after a few seconds.
âOkay,â you finally decided, heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You watched as the two men looked at each other, exchanging understanding glances.
Then, without warning, Yoongi pulled you into an intense kiss. You melted into it, pliant under his lips, leaning into him as he gripped the back of your neck tightly. Your tongues danced, Yoongi eliciting a quiet moan from you as he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently. You held onto the side of his shirt tightly, knuckles turning white as you felt yourself get lost in him. Suddenly, you felt a second set of hands on you, running up and down your sides from behind you.
âLet us see,â Hobi whispered in your ear, tugging lightly at the hem of your shirt. You nodded against Yoongiâs mouth, giving him permission, willing yourself not to get too self-conscious. These were two of the most attractive men youâd ever laid eyes on, and they wanted you. It was hard to accept that fact in your mind, but what was happening in reality proved it to you. Hobi pulled the shirt off you in one swift motion, running his hands down your back, tracing the band of your bra as he did. His soft fingers danced along your spine, unhooking the band expertly. He pushed the shoulder straps down your front, letting Yoongi take over by pulling them the rest of the way off your arms and tossing the bra to the floor.
Hobiâs tight grip on your shoulders tore you out of your trance, still dizzy from being devoured by Yoongiâs mouth. He twisted you in his direction, pulling you by the neck with his other hand, engulfing you in a kiss with intensity that overshadowed Yoongiâs by a long shot. They were both great kissers, but there was something about Hobiâs that completely destroyed you. All thoughts left in your mind were drained as you entangled your hand in his hair, shifting up onto your knees to get a better angle. Hobi lifted you by the waist, settling you over his lap, pulling you closer to him, hands resting on your ass. The mattress shifted, and you felt Yoongiâs hands cup your breasts, gently kneading them from behind you.Â
âFuck,â Yoongi breathed out, rolling your nipples between his fingers, drawing little whines from you as Hobi worked to unbutton the jeans you were wearing. You grabbed his hands, stopping him from going any further.
âNuh uh, this isnât fair,â you giggled, taking the bottom of his shirt in your hands and swiftly pulling it over his head. You couldnât help but to ogle him. His warm honey skin tone was mesmerizing as you dragged your eyes down his torso, taking in his prominent collarbones, toned chest and abs, to the subtle trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of his jeans. Your breath hitched as you traced your fingers along his clavicles, watching as he dropped his head back against the headboard. That position only made him more enticing, showcasing his neck, Adamâs apple jutting out. Yoongiâs lips touched the space where your neck met your shoulder, sucking gently as he continued massaging your breasts from behind.Â
âSheâs so fucking beautiful, isnât she?â Hobi asked out loud, lifting his head, eyes shooting behind you to Yoongi.
âMmhmm, she is,â Yoongi replied, continuing his ministrations on your neck and shoulders. You sat up straighter, arching your back, resting your head on his chest.
âYours too, now,â Hobi said with a nod of his head. Confused, you lifted your head to look at him, and it clicked. Theyâve done this before. And it was obvious there was a certain⊠dynamic, between the two of them. You tilted your head to glance back at Yoongi, watching as his eyes answered for him. It was almost as if he was cowering, afraid to say no. You felt his hands drop from your chest as he nudged you, pushing you forward a bit.Â
Yoongi swiftly pulled his shirt off from behind you, and your eyes immediately followed the loss of fabric. His pale skin stood out in the dark room, and you could see the slight definition of his chest and stomach. Not as toned as Hobi, but still attractive to you, although in a different way.Â
âCan I undo these, baby?â Hobi questioned, pulling at the button of your jeans again. You nodded, biting your lower lip as you once again willed your nerves away. His fingers moved deftly, popping the button open in no time at all. The zipper came next, then he pulled you up by your belt loops, taking you off of his lap and gesturing for you to sit on the bed next to him.Â
Yoongi made his way over to you, sitting on your other side. His hand came up to push your curled hair behind your ear as he whispered, âYou trust me, right?â You gulped, slowly nodding again. Words were failing you, your anxiety bubbling up in your stomach. âYou trust us?â
Your eyes darted between the two men. With Yoongi, things were easy; he felt safe. But Hobi, you werenât sure about. He didnât exactly feel unsafe, but he was harder to read, harder to open up to.
âHey, I know heâs a little intense sometimes. But heâs chill. Itâll be okay,â Yoongi reassured you, hand stroking your cheek lightly. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.
âJust⊠take it slow, okay?â you requested.
âWeâll take it as slow as you need, baby. Just relax,â Hobi chimed in, shooting you a small smirk. With that, he hopped out of the bed, his erection prominently on display despite his tight jeans. As he walked over toward the window, Yoongi pulled you into him, his soft lips connecting with yours again. You sighed, letting him take the lead on the kiss, opening your mouth for him to explore. It was easy to get lost in him, easy to almost forget about the third person in the room.
âHere. Take a few more hits. Itâll help you relax again,â Hobi said from the window, blowing smoke out with a deep exhale. He joined the two of you at the side of the bed, handing you the joint again. You inhaled deep, this time more prepared for the burn of smoke to your throat. You exhaled slowly, feeling your high reignite almost immediately. You handed the joint back to Hobi, and he pressed it to Yoongiâs lips, allowing him a few short inhales before taking it back and returning to the window.
âBetter?â Yoongi asked, his eyes searching yours. You breathed deeply, nodding, a small smile spreading across your face. Hobi joined you on the bed again, flicking the bedside light on as he did, his lanky arms falling around your shoulders as he pulled you to rest in between his legs, your back against his chest.Â
âThis okay?â he breathed into your ear, his hands wandering slowly down to your breasts as you nodded. âUse your words, we need to hear you.â
âY-yeah, itâs okay,â you responded, and you let out a quiet whine as his thumb and forefinger closed around your nipple, pinching gently, sending shocks through you. Hobiâs skin against your back was warm, soft. He nudged your cheek with his nose, tipping your face to the side as he began kissing and sucking on your neck. Every kiss made you hotter, made your breathing more ragged.
âYou know,â Hobi started, his tongue tracing a line down your neck, âYoongi is really good with his tongue too.â
You shivered, glancing over at Yoongi, who was still beside you, palming his hard cock over his jeans now, eyes on you.Â
âShow her how good you can be,â Hobi directed at Yoongi, raising his eyebrows as if daring him to object. Yoongi raised himself up onto his knees, leaning over to kiss the other side of your neck, trailing soft lips down to your collarbone and back up to your ear.
âCan I?â Yoongi asked you gently. You nodded, whispering a hushed yes in response. With that, Yoongi positioned himself in front of you, reaching for your unbuttoned jeans. âSay something if you want me to stop,â he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and tugged. Awkwardly, you lifted yourself to help him, and then you were pantsless; black, lace panties on display for the two men to admire.
Yoongi placed his flattened palms on the tops of your thighs, running them upward until he reached the hem of your panties. Fingers playing with the lace adorning your hips, his breath caught as his thumbs ran gently over your clothed mound. You squirmed, pushing your back harder against Hobiâs chest, hearing him chuckle in your ear.Â
âSo pretty..â Yoongi murmured, eyes never leaving yours, questioning you. You nodded in response, knowing he was asking permission to take off the only garment you had left. He moved quickly, removing the panties effortlessly.Â
It was weird, being so exposed, naked in front of them, when all they were missing were shirts. Your anxiety revved up again, and you took a few breaths, not wanting to show your fear. âUm.. can youâ can you take your pants off? Please? Iâm a little self-conscious and Iâll feel better if weâre more even,â you said with a chuckle, feeling stupid to even be asking. Yoongi shot you an understanding smile, nodding.
âSure, love. Anything you want. Hobi?â
Hobi tapped your bicep lightly, moving you out of his way. The two men stood, unbuckling belts and shimmying out of tight jeans in tandem. You couldnât help but stare. In the light, they were even more gorgeous. Boxer briefs hugging their thighs tightly, erections on display for you to ogle. Your mouth dropped open, breath catching as your mind went haywire. This is it, you thought, this is really happening.
You werenât the only one staring. It was subtle, but Hobi was still very obviously looking over at Yoongiâs hardened cock, tongue darting out over his bottom lip in desire. You had questions, but it wasnât your place to ask them, so you let them go, opening yourself up to whatever was going to happen.
âYou guys are so⊠ugh,â you scoffed, unable to contain your giggles. The two men came to join you on the bed again, taking their old positions; Hobi behind you, caressing your breasts and stomach, Yoongi between your legs, eyeing your bare pussy.
âGo on, then,â Hobi instructed, âmake her feel good like we promised.â With his statement, he took one of your thighs in his hand and pulled it to the side, spreading you for Yoongi.
âAhâ fuck!â you cried out, not expecting Yoongiâs sudden onslaught to your pussy. He was quick. In the few seconds since youâd closed your eyes, tilting your neck to give Hobi access to it, heâd dropped down onto his stomach and buried his tongue in your folds. Gripping your other thigh, he was relentless. He worked his tongue from your clit to your entrance with wet, languid movements. Your hips bucked, your hand finding purchase in his long, dark hair. Hobi continued licking and sucking on your neck, fingers rolling and pinching at your nipples. The sensory overload had your head lolling back, eyelids drooping as you let out short little moans.
âNo, baby. Eyes open, watch him,â Hobi murmured in your ear, voice dripping with mirth. You fought to keep your eyes open, your vision blurring as Yoongi sucked gently on your clit, watching you. You watched as he took his free hand, sucked seductively on the index and middle fingers, then brought them to your entrance, slowly inserting them into your cunt. You cried out again, your pleasure increasing tenfold with the added sensation. He twisted his fingers and hooked them just right, finding the spongy spot inside you in no time, slowly, rhythmically dragging them along your walls.
âCan you cum for us, love?â Yoongi asked you with a smirk, flattening his tongue and licking wide stripes up and down your cunt. Your body reacted, shaking as you got closer and closer to the edge.
âYoongiâ yesyesyes,â the words tumbled out as you came, your hips bucking as he gripped your thigh tightly, holding you in place to work you through your orgasm. His tongue never stopped, lapping at your juices as you gushed around his fingers again and again. You tried to escape his ministrations, but Hobi kept you still, shushing in your ear, chuckling at you.
âI was right, wasnât I? Heâs so goodâŠâ Hobi whispered to you, dragging his hands along your torso to rest on your still-moving hips. âI think sheâs had enough for now,â he directed at Yoongi, who reluctantly pulled away, wiping his glistening lips and chin with the back of his hand.
You breathed deeply, gasping for air, feeling like your soul had left your body. You didnât know what the fuck had just happened, but you didnât have time to think about it because Hobi was pushing you up and off of his chest, crawling around you and over to Yoongi. You collapsed onto the bed as Hobi took hold of Yoongiâs neck and kissed him, then used his tongue to lap the remaining slick off Yoongiâs chin. âCanât wait to taste you myself later,â he shot at you with a smirk, dark eyes glinting in the dim lighting.
You giggled, unsure how to reply. You knew what you wanted to do next though, so you sat up, ignoring your shaking thighs to get onto your knees. Sitting on your heels, you hesitantly reached out, tracing down the abdomen of both men with your fingertips, playfully snapping the waistbands of their boxer briefs. âTake these off,â you ordered, trying to sound confident.Â
âOh, sheâs bossy,â Yoongi laughed out, biting his lower lip with a smirk. Without another word, the two men moved to remove their boxer briefs, leaving you on the bed, mouth agape as you stared. You couldnât decide where to look. They were mesmerizing, naked in front of you. Your eyes moved up and down their bodies, one at a time, taking them in. You gestured for them to come back to the bed, and they did with no hesitation. Before you could chicken out, you went straight to Hobi, pulling him into a kiss. He reacted, kissing you back, hands holding the sides of your neck. As the two of you kissed, tongues chasing each other for control, you reached out to your side. Breaking the kiss for a quick second, you glanced down, reaching for Yoongi. Finding his hip, you scratched your nails across his lower abdomen, then down his pelvis. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly, teasingly. He hissed, hips bucking at the feeling.
Going back to kissing Hobi, still stroking Yoongi, your usual filter was gone. You broke the kiss once again, leaning in, kissing and nipping at his neck and throat. As you got to the space right below his ear, you whispered, âFuck me, Hobi. Please.â His grip tightened on your neck just slightly, and you felt Yoongiâs cock react to your words as he whined in response. You looked over at him, chuckling a bit as you said, âDonât worry, youâll get me too,â licking your lower lip seductively.Â
With that, Hobi pushed you back onto your heels, grabbing your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. Before you could even react, he pulled your waist up to position you on all fours, his hand running across your lower back gently. âThis okay?â he asked you, voice less cocky than normal. You could feel his fingers running along your ass, spreading you open for the both of them to see.Â
âYeâ,â you choked out, stopping mid-word as Hobi ran his fingers along your folds, collecting your juices from your entrance before inserting them. You yelped, oversensitive from your previous orgasm, but it didnât take long before your pleasure was building again. Hobi was skilled, that was for sure. The way he crooked his fingers just right, hitting all your spots, was almost enough to throw you over the precipice a second time. That is, until he stopped. âHobi,â you whined, breathing heavily with your face in the pillow under you.
âDonât worry baby, we said weâd take care of you,â Hobi reassured. You heard a ripping sound, presumably from a condom wrapper, and then felt his hands gripping your waist. Your body jerked as you felt the head of his cock rubbing your clit. âShh, relax for me,â he said as he inserted the tip of his cock in your cunt. The stretch was more than youâd expected, but Hobi took his time with you, pushing inch by inch into your pussy, until he finally bottomed out against your ass, hands still gripping your waist tightly.
Yoongi had climbed around onto the head of the bed, sitting close to where your face was still buried in the pillows. You looked up at him from the corner of your eye, watching his large hand begin pumping his cock as he watched you. Using his other hand, he pushed your hair off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. âYouâre fuckinâ beautiful, you know that?â
You smiled at him, reaching up to touch his hand. He squeezed yours, but the intimate moment was interrupted by Hobi thrusting into you for real for the first time. You cried out, grasping the sheets as you were lurched forward. Looking up at Yoongi again, you were met with his signature smirk and a chuckle, followed by, âSorry, love.â
His teasing tone left you wanting to do some teasing of your own. You picked yourself up as best as you could through Hobiâs thrusts, resting on your elbows. âNeed some help with that?â you asked Yoongi, watching him jerk himself off, hoping your sultry tone had come through the way youâd wanted. He eyed you, biting his lip again. Thereâs something about that damn lip bite⊠you thought.
Yoongi lifted himself off the bed, kneeling now. He took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip down. You stared up at him, batting your eyelids, as you kitten-licked the pad of his thumb, making him hiss. You leaned forward, placing gentle kisses on his abdomen, trailing them down his pelvis until you reached his cock. Looking up at him, you slowly ran your tongue along his length, from base to tip, admiring the prominent vein running down it. Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. Holding yourself up with one hand, you gripped the base of his cock with the other, steadying yourself, still on Hobiâs cock as he continued drilling into you.Â
With Yoongiâs cock in your hand, it was easy to tell that he was one of the biggest youâd had. You knew you had relatively small hands, but seeing your fingers barely close around him excited you. Continuing your teasing, you dragged your tongue up and down, swirling it around the tip before taking it in your mouth. Your lips spread tight, you slowly bobbed your head, taking more of him in each time. Yoongiâs groaning egged you on, making you focus on giving him pleasure to the point where you almost didnât notice Hobi still behind you. That is, until he lifted one knee and thrusted into you from a different angle, eliciting a loud moan from you as Yoongiâs cock was shoved to the back of your throat. Trying your best not to gag, you relaxed your throat muscles, swallowing around him. His hips bucked, his hands holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking into your throat. You had basically no control at this point, being jostled back and forth by both men.
âTap my thigh if itâs tooâ fuuuckâ too much,â Yoongi gasped, barely able to get the words out as you hollowed your cheeks on his next thrust into your mouth. With that, you tapped his thigh a few times, making him stop immediately and pull out of your mouth. His breathing was ragged, cheeks flushed, sweat collecting on his forehead.Â
âCan I ride you?â you asked Yoongi innocently.
âFuckâ yes, please,â he responded, and Hobi stopped too, pulling out before looking down at you.
âBaby, Iâm not gonna last much longer,â Hobi breathed out, giving you a smirk as he smacked the side of your ass. âYour pussy is so fuckinâ good.â
You watched as the two men adjusted positions, Yoongi lying on his back and Hobi kneeling on the bed next to him. Yoongi ripped open a condom wrapper, sheathing himself quickly before grabbing you by the waist and situating you over his pelvis. Grabbing his cock, you rubbed him through your folds, moaning at the sensation. You lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. Your moans tumbled out as you began riding him.
âYour tits look so good bouncing like that,â Hobi complimented you, and you shot an innocent smile his way as you upped your pace, leaning back to show yourself off a little more. You used one hand to balance yourself on Yoongiâs thigh, the other to begin jerking Hobi off. Heâd removed the condom once he pulled out of you, so he was still slick from the lube on the inside of it, making your hand move smoothly up and down his shaft. He was about the same length as Yoongi, but had more girth, which explained the stretch when he was fucking you.Â
âLet me suck your dick, please, Hobi?â you pleaded as Yoongi lifted you up and pounded you down onto his dick again and again. Hobi smirked at you as he lifted himself up onto his knees more, and you bent down to reach him easier.Â
âBossy and a filthy mouth? Whereâd this come from?â Hobi taunted, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.
âYou bring it out,â you answered with a smirk, taking one last look up at him before you sank your mouth down onto his cock, breathing through your nose, taking him all in. Hobi immediately groaned, moving his hand from your chin to your hair, pushing it back away from your face to get a better look at you.
Riding Yoongi and sucking Hobiâs dick at the same time proved to be a challenge. They were both so needy; Yoongi whining underneath you as you brought him closer to release, Hobi trying his hardest not to fuck your throat too hard. Iâm not a quitter, you thought for the second time that night, hyping yourself up. It was much easier for you to focus solely on Yoongi, and let Hobi use your mouth the way he saw fit.
Yoongi pulled your chest down to meet his, pulling you away from Hobi to engulf you in a passionate, sloppy kiss as you continued grinding on him, rocking your hips back and forth on his pelvis for stimulation on your clit. You moaned into his mouth, reaching over to pump Hobiâs cock as you kissed Yoongi. Pulling away, Yoongi kissed up the side of your neck to your ear, gripping the back of your neck as he did so.
âLove⊠are you on the pill?â he whispered, earning a quizzical look from you. You nodded, unsure where he was going with his question. His grip on your neck tightened as he whined again, then finished with, âIâm clean⊠Can I cum inside you? PleaseâŠâ His breathing was ragged, his thrusting up into you becoming erratic.
âPlease,â you whimpered, nodding again as you pulled yourself off of him, giving him room to remove the condom. Hobi looked down at you again, moving to go back to fucking your throat. You brought your face all the way to his pelvis, swallowing around his cock as you bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks on each movement.Â
âFuck, baby, lemme cum in your mouth,â Hobi groaned, pushing your head farther down on his dick. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his shaft, swirling it around the tip each time he pulled out. You felt his cock begin to pulse, and you hollowed your cheeks more, sucking harder as he shot his cum into your mouth. You swallowed, warm liquid coating your throat. Hobiâs moans rang in your ears as you continued running your tongue along his dick. He shook, holding your hair as you milked him into overstimulation. You gripped his hips, not letting him pull away as you playfully sucked on just the tip of his cock, enjoying hearing his whimpers until you finally stopped.
âBaby.. f-fuck, that was so good,â Hobi stuttered, collapsing back onto his heels before falling back onto the bed. His breathing was shaky as he looked at you, his eyes roaming over your naked body with admiration. You smirked, patting his thigh playfully as you looked back down at Yoongi.
His eyes had darkened, his pupils blown with lust. You reached for his cock, rubbing his now-bare tip through your folds, listening to him whimper. You chuckled, then lined him up with your entrance, lowering yourself down onto him. He groaned, hands going to grip your waist. Instead, you smacked them away, a new idea coming to mind. You took both of his hands in yours and pinned them at each side of his head as you began riding him again. You heard his breath catch in his throat, and you knew⊠mission accomplished.Â
âAwh, you like being restricted, hmm?â you asked, giggling, watching his face for his reaction. He stared up at you, puppy eyes watching your every move.
âLove.. donât do this to me,â he huffed out, chuckling a bit. Your eyes met his, a glint of seduction playing in yours.
âDo what?â you teased, clenching your pussy a few times around his cock. âAre you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?â
Yoongi groaned, gripping your hands tightly in his. You continued bouncing on him, rolling your hips the way youâd figured out he liked. It wasnât long before he was panting, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. âMake- let me cum, love. Please,â he breathed out, choosing his words carefully, begging you.
Yoongiâs body shuddered as he let out a loud moan. You finally coaxed his orgasm out of him, the sounds he made almost making you cum along with him. You leaned down to kiss him, still holding his hands down at the side of his head, licking and sucking on his bottom lip as you rolled your hips a few more times. His moans turned to whines and whimpers, including a few curse words. âSt- Stop, please, baby. Too sensitive,â he gasped out. You stopped moving, kissing him a few more times before lifting yourself off of him and collapsing on the bed next to him, breathing heavily yourself now. Whether that was from the overexertion, or the fact that you were so close to a second orgasm, you werenât sure, but you couldnât help but giggle a little, throwing one hand over your face, covering yourself.
You felt hands on your raised knees, the strong grip letting you know it was Hobi as he pushed your knees apart gently. You uncovered your face, watching as he stared down at your spread pussy, Yoongiâs cum dripping out of you.
âYou think you can give us one more?â Hobi asked, smirk playing at his lips as Yoongi ran his hand across your stomach to grab your breast, squeezing and playing with the nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You whined and nodded your head, oversensitive but still wanting more.
Hobi leaned down, using his fingers to smear Yoongiâs leaking cum around the lips of your pussy. With that, he licked a broad stripe from your hole up to your clit, kissing your bud gently before looking up at you. âYou taste so good, fuck,â he groaned, continuing his attack on you as you bucked your hips.
He flicked his tongue rapidly, the sound of his face in contact with your wetness turning you on even more. âAhâ Hobi,â you whimpered, âfuuuck, youâre so good with your tongue!â
He chuckled as he began lewdly sucking on your clit, using two fingers to fuck into you slowly at first, then picking up the pace as your body reacted. Your whines and moans tumbled out, but in the middle of a particularly loud cry of ohfuckfuckfuck, you were cut off by Yoongiâs mouth overtaking yours.
Yoongi leaned over you, kissing you deeply, massaging your breast with one hand, the other hand tangling in your hair. It was hard to concentrate, squirming under him as Hobi brought you closer and closer to your high. You found yourself bringing one hand down to entangle in Hobiâs hair, using the other to hold onto Yoongiâs wrist as you kissed him. Your grip on his wrist tightened as your senses were attacked from all directions.
âThatâs it love, such a good girl for us,â Yoongi rasped, breaking the kiss to watch your face as you cried out fuckfuckfuck once again. Your body shook uncontrollably, Hobiâs fingers hooking your g-spot as you came. Yoongi kissed you once more, swallowing your moans as you drenched the sheets below you in your release.
âShit, youâre a squirter too? Jesus, youâre perfect,â Hobi growled, still fucking into you with his fingers, lapping at the juices coming from your pussy, helping you ride your high all the way through. You struggled to close your thighs, trying to escape his tongue, but both of the men gripped one each to keep them spread. Your oversensitivity overtook you, choked sobs escaping your lips as all you could do was let them have their way with you.
âFuuâ please, Hobi, please!â you cried out, begging him to stop before you quite literally almost passed out from the sensations. Your vision blurred in and out, seeing stars as you mentally blacked out momentarily.
Hobi continued his teasing escapades on your cunt, licking gently as your body trembled underneath him. You pulled at his hair, trying to disconnect his mouth from you, to no avail.
Yoongi reached down, tapping Hobiâs shoulder and giving him a pleading look. âCâmon, I think sheâs done,â he argued tenderly, tilting his head questioningly. Hobi finally pulled away, wiping his mouth with his hand as he raised himself back up onto his knees.
You laid there, curling yourself into the fetal position as you tried to get your breathing back in check. You shivered, aftershocks from your orgasm hitting you still. You felt the mattress behind you dip down as a warm body came into your space, pale arms enclosing you in a back hug. Yoongi nuzzled his lips into your hair, pressing sweet kisses to the back of your head, rubbing his hands along your arms to warm you.
âYou okay, love?â Yoongi whispered into your hair, trying his best to comfort you. You nodded, clutching his arm in your hand to reassure him.
Hobi joined your cuddle on the other side, turning to face you, cupping your cheek in his palm as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. âI didnât hurt you, did I, baby?â he questioned.
You shook your head, taking a breath before answering him. âNo, Iâm good. That was just⊠really intense.â
You felt both men shake as they chuckled, both doing their best to give you the aftercare you needed. âWhat do you need?â Yoongi asked.
âDo you wanna stay?â Hobi asked, swiping his thumb across your cheek. You reached out with the hand that wasnât holding Yoongiâs arm, resting it over Hobiâs side.Â
You didnât know what you needed, but the desire to have physical contact with both men was overwhelming. Your shivers still hadnât stopped, prompting Yoongi to pull you closer into him. Hobi scooted closer too, enveloping you in tangled legs and warm chests from both sides.
âDo you want me to stay?â you wondered out loud. The arms of both men tightened around you, giving you the answer to your question.Â
âPlease stay,â Yoongi requested from behind you, Hobi nodding his head in agreement. You sighed, a feeling of complete contentment taking hold of you.
âOkay, Iâll stay,â you agreed, âbut I want to shower.â
The three of you untangled yourselves to head to the bathroom. Showering together proved to be a difficult feat, the hotel shower not being built for three. Somehow, you made it work though. You took turns washing, Hobi and Yoongi both wanting to be the one to help you wash your hair. You giggled over their disagreement, settling on Hobi with the stipulation that you would, in turn, wash Yoongiâs hair for him.
Exiting the shower, you did your best to dry off in the tiny bathroom together. This resulted in laughs, knocked over toiletries on the bathroom counter, and more than one occurrence of someone almost falling over. You changed into borrowed clothes, an oversized t-shirt from Yoongi and joggers from Hobi.
Climbing into the unused bed, the three of you curled up together, snuggling in each otherâs arms. The softness of these men surprised you. They clearly had personalities they didnât show very often, only in private and not to most people. But for some reason, they were showing those sides of themselves to you. They had shown you that reputations werenât important, that peopleâs pasts didnât define them. More importantly, they had shown you that your own reputation wasnât something you should care about the way you always had.Â
Your eyes fluttered closed, drifting in and out of sleep. Right before you fell asleep, you heard Yoongiâs deep, raspy voice from behind you whisper, âWe didnât ruin you like we said we would earlier. You ruined other women for us.â
You were beginning to think the same was true for them too.
tonight i present to you, namjoon and his thick cock.
a man as beefy as namjoon has a thick cock, and maybe he gets a little feral over the way it splits open your pussy. he loves missionary, solely because he can watch how stretched out you are with every back pull, unashamed with the filth that spills from his lips as he rocks back into you. perhaps even a little enamored by how creamy your pussy becomes, thick ring of white clinging to the base of his cock.
and maybe sometimes he gets a little carried away, pulling your legs off the bed, stomach con-caved slightly. perfect for him to see his cock through your tummy when heâs fully flushed inside of you.
it would turn into somewhat of a kink for him, watching as he pulls back, only to push in and that little bulge to show once more. his head would tip back, a low groan rumbling through his chest.
maybe the second time he notices it, he gets a little more bold. gentle as he splays his fingers over your stomach, feeling each time he pushes into you. thick cock sliding beneath his hand. his hips picking up their pace, and his desperation growing tenfold; that he pushes down on your tummy.
the both of you moaning in unison, because holy shit you can feel him inside your stomach. so deep, and so thick your legs start to quiver.
âone more timeâ heâd beg, even after the both of you come down from your high. anything to feel that pure euphoria once more. anything to see as he punches into your stomach, one more time to fully ingrain the imagine of him so visually deep inside your cunt.
and to be a slightly more filthy. maybe he curls his hand around the bulge of his cock in your tummy, squeezing ever so slightly, extremely gentleâ as if he was jerking himself off, as your walls milk him.
Solace

Pairing: KNJ x Reader
WC: 13.5k
Genre: Roommates2L
Rating: M (minors dni)
Warnings: Brief blood mention from a cut, mention of minor character death (sickness), fingering, hand job, big dick joon, belly bulge, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, creampie, dirty talk, inconsistent POV
Banner by @sugarwithteaâ
Betaâd by @yoongiobsessedâ and Sara (twitter link)
Summary:Â Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summerâs heat stroke.
Authorâs Note: This should have been written months ago. I donât have an excuse. Oh well, itâs here now!Â
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OBSESSION | JJK



Jungkook x reader
when your cold ceo boss gets obsessed with your lips
You as his secretary
Angst | fluff
Word count ; 900+
My first drabble over 100 likes
A/N | this is my first drabble, so I'm nervous, bwahaha. I'm an Instagram and wattpad writer with 3 years of experience. I hope this short drabble was okay. I didn't wanna start anything long or fancy. If you wanna read my short bts fan fics or my latest book that stars JJK, then click my masterlist
___________________________________________________________ Walking into the elevator as you were running late to work, you felt anxious even though your ceo boss is now your new boyfriend. You have never been late for work, and ever since last night's heavy and long make out session, you couldn't help it but sleep longer due to tiredness and pleasure.
"Shit, shit, shit!!"
You cussed under your breath as you left your belongings on the table before grabbing the file from the desk and walking into your ceo boss's room.
"Good morning Mr. Jeon, I'm sorry I reached la-"
Your boss interrupted your speech as he placed his lips on yours with his eyes closed while your eyes were wide open like a fish. He tilted his head more, holding your jaw as he moved his lips with yours, waiting for you to move along with him. And you did, how could you ever not? He's Jeon Jungkook, not just any man, besides that. He kissed you like he's never kissed anyone before. You started to lose your breath when he wrapped his hand around your waist. Holding you tightly like as if you would fly away. But this was totally unexpected as it's been just the next day after the first informal session together.
"Good morning, babe, that's okay. I know you were tired." He murmured, and you raised your eyebrows,
"b-babe?"
"Doesn't it suit you well, mm?"
He said and pecked your lips again causing butterflies to flutter around your stomach while he locked the door so no one would catch you both flirting.
"Come with me."
He held your palm as he walked with you towards his seat. He placed you on his luxurious mesh office chair and you looked at him with confusion.
"Mr Jeon? What are yo-"
he once again interrupted your sentence as he pecked your lips and whispered, "giving my girlfriend some boss treatment, I mean she's not just a secretary anymore mm?"
He muttered softly, giving you a soft grin while his hands held yours. His cold rings perfectly hugged his fingers, cooling your warm palm. You blushed from one cheek to the other, but also feeling weak now as his kisses were unusual from the past 2 days of having romance.
"Mr-"
"just say Jeon, mm?"
He said again and pecked the back of your palm this time, which sent chills down your spine. He held your waist and looked down at you. You were just 5'3 and he loved the height difference of 7 inches. As much as he thought it was cute, he knew it was equally sexy too. He began to do a slow couple dance. You had no idea your ceo boss was this romantic.
Jungkook had feelings for you for about 6 years, and you finally realised he was the one for you. After that, one night, you both spent together unexpected confessions, and everything was just so romantic and so warm You looked up at him and met his eyes, and he met yours, Jungkook grew closer to you as he kissed your lips again.
"Why do you keep kissing me like this?" You questioned softly he smirked before cupping your face as he kissed you again.
"I think I may have become obsessed with (*kisses) this lips."
He whispered and kissed you again.
"I've waited long, waited for you to love me and now that you did. I'm gonna prove how much I've been obsessed over you."
He said and kissed you again, but this time, you got along with him dirty and let your tongue inside. He grabbed your waist and placed you on his cabinet before kissing you wildly.
"My obsession over you is endlessâŠ.."
he whispered before you smirked and began the way..
this night together - chapter eight (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter eight: just what friends are for
chapter summary:Â a new set of friends help you through heat and this time it just works like clockwork
warnings:Â this is a full smut-a-thon. specific tags for: heat, knotting, and other a/b/o dynamics, gratituous use of 'alpha' and 'omega', fingering, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), use of sex toys / dildos, frank conversations about sex and heat, praise praise praise, light degradation, alpha on alpha action which means m/m pairing here, not just them helping reader, so much cum including the artificial kind.....
notes:Â thank you all so much for your patience!! next chapter is in progress, but tbd on post date.
pairings:Â alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader for the core fic overall, but this chapter is alpha!seonghwa x alpha!san x omega!wooyoung x omega!reader
genre:Â smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory
word count:Â 16.8k
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Unlike your last heat, this time you sleep through the night. Despite the ache in your hips and the hot flashes that leave you kicking off your covers, you stay deep in sleep with the comforting scent of another omega near you. You donât start to wake properly until morning, with the sun peeking through the gaps in the curtains.Â
For a moment, just a sliver of a second, you forget where you are. A little jolt running up your spine as you feel a warm body underneath you, but then you see his tan skin and mop of black hair and remember youâre with Wooyoung and youâre safe. You let yourself relax again, cheek once again on his shoulder and you take a deep, steady breath. The warm summer sun washes through you at his scent, and your busy mind seems to quiet back down. Heâs still sleeping, head turned to the side away from you and mouth open, the room silent except for the tiny little catches in the back of his throat that indicate heâs still deep in sleep.Â
At some point in the night your bodies became further tangled up together, thatâs the first thing you really notice. Youâre almost entirely on top of him, lounging across him like heâs a body pillow, with one leg hitched over his thigh and your face buried in his chest. The second thing you notice is how tight your stomach is and how hard your nipples feel pressed up against the rough fabric of your shirt.Â
Wooyoung groans a little, stretching under you as he stretches into his morning, and youâre doing just fine until his leg shifts and suddenly youâre pressed firmly against his thigh.Â
Itâs almost embarrassing how apparent the wet patch in your underwear is, just the sensation of something warm pressing up against your slick core leaving your body responding in seconds. Your nipples harden further and your back aches a little, but you stay as still as you can and exhale softly, trying to disguise how shaky and needy you feel in your gut.Â
Wooyoung grumbles something, his head tossing to the opposite side, and you feel his arm close over your back, âHey, cuddle bug,âÂ
It cuts the tension immediately, and you laugh against his chest, âSorry, I know I kind of attached in the night,âÂ
âItâs fine,â His hand smooths up and down over your back and you press your eyes closed to ignore the throbbing youâre starting to feel. He yawns above you, âItâs good you slept,âÂ
âMhm,â You nod against his chest.Â
âAre you feeling okay?â He checks.Â
âVery, very comfortable,â You tell him, and thatâs partially true.Â
âItâs the nest,â He yawns again, âI swear my heats are like ten times better here,âÂ
âI think itâs more you,â
âNah,â Wooyoung ruffles your hair, âitâs the bamboo cooling sheets, I know all the tricks,âÂ
He makes you laugh softly again, but this time he shifts under you completely to adjust his position underneath you and when he brings his leg up, pushing his thigh against your core harder, your fingers tighten on his arms and you canât help the soft moan that escapes from your lips.Â
He freezes entirely, the room quiet.Â
âS-sorry,â You exhale tightly, starting to push yourself up from your nestled place on his chest so you can try and find his eyes and see how uncomfortable this is about to be.Â
âWhy didnât you say?â His hands slip under the hem of your shirt, stroking the bare skin of your lower back.Â
âLet me,â As much as you donât want to, you start to push your body up and away from him, but he catches you in his arms and brings you back down to his chest, âWoo,âÂ
âDo you like kissing?â He asks out of nowhere, his hand pushing into your hair and guiding your gaze to his.Â
âWhat?â You blink.Â
âYouâre so tense,â He studies your face, applying a little pressure where he holds you to guide you back down into a fully comfortable position, âitâs just me,âÂ
âBut,â You say, words falling flat. You donât have a reason why or an explanation, itâs just that his hands on you like this is so unexpected. You called Seonghwa, you expected Seonghwa, Wooyoung nestled between your thighs is a wild card.Â
âShh,â He soothes you, hand splaying wide on your skin, ârelax, babe, itâs only me,âÂ
You can barely move, your stomach clenching painfully and your clit all but throbbing against him. Youâve never had sex with another omega, certainly not in heat, but something about his scent and his comforting tone and his hot thigh against your cunt is making the idea of a knot fade from your mind.Â
âYou really are so pretty,â He smiles, his opposite hand shifting lower to slip under the elastic of your sleep pants, âand you smell so delicious,âÂ
âY-Yeah?âÂ
His hand bypasses the hem of your underwear too and he cups your ass, âLike something sugary,âÂ
âHoney,â You murmur, the briefest flash of Mingiâs mouth on your throat in your mindâs eye.Â
âThatâs it,â Wooyoung nods, his voice a soft murmur when he says, âdo you taste like honey too?âÂ
You sigh, hazy feeling against him, warmth in your cheeks.Â
âCan I kiss you? Or would that be too weird?â Wooyoung slowly drags you up a little so he can reach your mouth a little better in his reclined position, but he doesnât move to lock his lips to yours.Â
It sounds like it should be weird, especially given how well things turned out between you and Yunho and Mingi, but something about Wooyoung just deflates all the pressure in the room and youâve never felt more comfortable.Â
You nod, and he gathers you close so that youâre laying fully over him.Â
âDid you sleep well?â He murmurs softly, nuzzling your nose with his and pressing the briefest, featherlight kiss to your lips.Â
âYeah,â You breathe, your eyes slipping closed as he nuzzles you again.Â
âYou seem good too,â He comments, letting his lips travel along your jaw until he finds your earlobe and gives it a gentle tug with his teeth.Â
Your body twitches in response and you nod against his head.Â
âNot in pain?â He checks, his hand once again slipping inside your sleep pants to cup your bare backside.Â
âN-not right now,â You murmur.Â
âGood,â His lips press against yours, a little longer this time. His lips are so warm, and he alternates between steady kisses and nuzzles, just getting you used to the feeling of his mouth on yours.Â
All the while, your body melts down, muscles relaxing one by one.Â
Wooyoung sighs warmly against you, his next kiss a little more open, coaxing your mouth to follow. Your stomach erupts in needy little butterflies, and then his tongue is in your mouth.Â
âOh,â You sigh pleasantly and he wraps his arms tighter around you.Â
âYou feel so good,â He groans, his hands searching your skin under your clothes.Â
âS-so do you,â You stammer, your words whispered in the barely there space between you.Â
The air is starting to feel thicker around you, warm and hazy, but your body shivers like thereâs a chill in the room and you know itâs your heat running you hot and cold. Wooyoung reaches for the comforter, pulling it up and over the two of you so that youâre wrapped tighter in the building warmth. Your hips buck softly as he nips your lip and he nods.Â
âYeah?â He murmurs between kisses and caresses, âHow do you feel?âÂ
Your brain is feeling buzzy and hot and you smile against his mouth, âFucking horny,âÂ
He laughs, cupping your cheek as he kisses you again, this time deeper and laden with so much innuendo you think you might just come on the spot.Â
You moan into his mouth, and slowly he raises his knee and plants his foot, effectively angling his thigh perfectly right between yours so that youâre straddling him tightly, every rock of your bodies just forcing your cunt closer to him.Â
âCome on,â He urges you softly, pressing his hand into your hip and coaxing you into it.Â
You follow this press of his hands and push your hips forwards, moaning into him immediately. âFuck,â You pant against his cheek.Â
âYeah?â He chuckles, dragging your hips back and forth again, coaxing you into a rhythm.Â
You nod, lips falling away from his as you collapse over him, eyes slipping closed as you bury your face into the side of his neck. He smells heavenly, and you let that sensation wrap around you as you continue canting your hips and dragging yourself back and forth across his thigh. You can feel the heat radiating off him even through the layers of fabric between you, his sleep pants, yours, and your panties, and youâre sure that youâre soaking through them with every grind of your hips.Â
Your head is getting cottony as pleasure starts arcing up your spine, and you feel Wooyoung hold you closer, his lips against your ear. You hear something squeak behind you, and feel the air in the room change, but you donât stop, you just keep rolling your hips and finding solace in his arms.Â
Wooyoung murmurs something, but you donât quite catch it and you make a soft noise to get him to repeat himself but he doesnât. The comforter moves from its position draped over you, and the bed shifts. Your hips stop and you blink your eyes open, realizing that youâre not alone in the room anymore. The comforter still covers both of you from the waist down, but anyone could surely tell what you and Wooyoung were doing.Â
âMorning,â Seonghwaâs warm, low alpha tone sends a shiver up your spine.Â
âHey,â Wooyoung keeps his voice quiet too, his fingers tracing up and down your back.Â
âEverything okay in here?â Seonghwa asks.Â
âMhm,â Wooyoungâs hand slips out of your sleep pants and rests casually on your hip, âwe just woke up,âÂ
âDid she sleep through the night?â He sounds a little surprised.Â
âMhm,â Wooyoung replies.Â
âI didnât mean to interrupt,â Seonghwaâs voice is soothing, and you sigh when his hand smooths over your hair, âI heard you rustling around and wanted to make sure you werenât in any pain,âÂ
âIâm okay,â You assure him, your eyes already getting heavy at the feeling of them both touching you.Â
Wooyoungâs thigh tenses between yours and you let out a little shuddering breath.Â
âYou donât sound very okay,â Seonghwa murmurs, and your body responds to his tone in a second with a rush of morning slick. Wooyoung chuckles under you at the growing wet patch on his sweats.Â
âDonât laugh,â You slap his chest lightly, âIâm in heat, I canât help it,âÂ
âWhatâs funny?â Seonghwa asks, a smile in his voice.Â
âOh, nothing,â You can practically see the grin on his face, âjust one second of you playing sexy concerned alpha and sheâs slicking all over me,âÂ
âWoo!â You press your eyes closed, blush lighting up your neck and cheeks.Â
âDonât tease her like that,â Seonghwa tuts, âthatâs not nice,âÂ
âMaybe she likes not nice,â Wooyoung smirks.Â
âWill you two stop that,â You groan, and it feels like even though youâre not getting any friction, the pressure against your clit alone is enough to make the bubble in your belly grow and grow, âI was so close,âÂ
You donât mean for your voice to sound so needy, but it does.Â
Seonghwaâs alpha responds immediately, and even though you hear Wooyoung chuckle again, he keeps his mouth shut this time. Seonghwa shushes you, pulling back the comforter completely so he can see the way you two are tangled together and then he gets closer, âOh, jagiya, Iâm sorry, let me help,âÂ
A soft whine leaves you as he takes you in his hands and lifts you away from Wooyoungâs chest.Â
âCan you take your bottoms off for me, or do you need a little help, darling?â Seonghwaâs body being so close is making your mind do little somersaults, but you still have control over yourself well enough to shift on the bed and reach for your waistband.Â
Itâs an awkward position, poised over Wooyoung while Seonghwa holds you in his arms, but Wooyoung reaches out and helps drag your sleep pants off, catching your underwear with his thumbs to pull them away too.Â
âWow,â Wooyoung breathes as your panties pull away, revealing just how slick and puffy you are.Â
âThat better be a good wow,â You sigh, letting your head fall back onto Seonghwaâs waiting shoulder.Â
âOh, it definitely is,â Wooyoung says, moving around underneath you to kick off his own sleep pants.Â
Seonghwa reaches around you then, his hand coming to close over your sex, and then he hums pleasantly, âWhat a lovely omega, you are,âÂ
You shudder at his praise, hips pressing down to feel more of his hand, hoping that heâll slip his fingers inside, but he simply drags his hand up and away and leaves you pulsing with desire.Â
âOh, god,â You groan, âplease someone do something,âÂ
Wooyoung reaches up for you, gathering you back down and Seonghwa supports your slow descent as you get back into position over Wooyoungâs thigh. This time the sensation is instant, his hot skin under yours, and your mind instantly curls back into hazy pleasure with the first rock of your hips.Â
âPerfect,â Seonghwa hums, âlook at you two,âÂ
Wooyoung drags your hips along, but laughs sharply at Seonghwa, âRelax, alpha,â he punctuates the word with his tone, âI know this is like, your wet dream, but listen to her⊠she needs to come,âÂ
You do, you really, really do. You donât know what will get you there, but so far youâre dancing on the edge of your pleasure but unable to fully grasp it. Wooyoung feels hot and perfect beneath you, and Seonghwa is saying all the right things to delight the primal part of your brain, but every time you feel close to the edge you fall away from it.Â
Frustrated tears gather in your eyes and you bite down on your cheek to keep from crying out in equal irritation at yourself and your body.Â
âHush,â Seonghwa soothes you, his hands sweeping up and down your bare back, âweâre right here, darling,âÂ
âI canât,â You work your hips faster against Wooyoungâs thigh, âIâm soâŠâÂ
âTell us what you need, babe,â Wooyoungâs hand dips under your shirt, finding your breast and softly teasing your nipple.Â
You moan sharply as pleasure bubbles through you, not quite there but close, âKiss me, please, please,âÂ
His mouth is on yours in a second, tongue against yours and everything just hot pants between you both.
Seonghwaâs hands squeeze your hips and you moan as he talks you through it, âThatâs it, omega, make yourself come, fuck Youngieâs pretty thigh,âÂ
You choke out a tight cry into Wooyoungâs mouth.Â
âYouâre so close,â Seonghwa continues, âso wet, pretty girl,âÂ
âOh fuck, fuck,â You fall away from Wooyoungâs mouth, dropping your forehead to his, your hips picking up the pace just a bit, just enough to get you there.Â
Wooyoung groans at the sight of you, pushing your hair out of your faces and holding you against him, nodding against your sweat slick skin, âCome,âÂ
âIâm,â You choke, âIâmâŠâÂ
Seonghwaâs hands coast over you, and his next words undo you, âI canât wait to bury myself in that sweet cunt,âÂ
Your hips snap forward, your orgasm crashing into you like a wall and you collapse against Wooyoung as it takes you under. Seonghwa reaches his hand around your shuddering thighs and pushes his fingers between your dripping folds and Wooyoungâs slick leg, locating your clit with ease and working his hand fast back and forth to prolong your orgasm.Â
You squeak, eyes slamming shut, gripping down on Wooyoungâs shoulders and youâd fall to the side if it werenât for the two of them holding you steady through the crash of pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Seonghwa hums.Â
âOh my god, oh, yes babe,â Wooyoung peppers kisses over your face as your shakes start to transform into little trembling rushes, âmm, I bet that felt so good, didnât it?âÂ
Youâre nodding, just now coming to the realization that Seonghwaâs hands arenât between your thighs anymore, youâve just been dragging your throbbing clit back and forth lazily over Wooyoungâs leg until youâre sated. Your body slows, now just trembling in the afterglow. Theyâre touching you still, just softly, a lazy bit of aftercare in the morning sun and you sigh across Wooyoungâs chest.Â
âGood morning,â Seonghwa chuckles.Â
âIt is a good morning,â You grin, your head feeling decidedly less foggy after the orgasm and you hide your face in Wooyoungâs chest for a second as you laugh.Â
âSo ridiculous,â Wooyoung kisses your shoulder and laughs with you, his leg sliding to straighten and effectively dropping you down closer to the bed.Â
With a sigh you roll off him and cover your face with your hands, âThat was so nice,âÂ
âYou might not even need me,â Seonghwa hums, a little playful pout in his voice as he prods your hip.Â
You drop your hands instantly and reach for him, âMm, Hwa donât be jealous, I literally woke up on top of him,âÂ
âLike a clingy space heater,â Wooyoung jokes and you slap his arm.Â
Seonghwa smiles, easing himself down next to you both and propping his head up on one hand, âFeeling alright?âÂ
âIâm so good now,â You confess.Â
Wooyoung chuckles and snuggles up to your back, tucking you into him again and taking his hand to tangle your fingers together.Â
âMm,â Seonghwa sighs, brushing Wooyoungâs hair back from his cheek as he looks down at you both, âthis really is such a nice surprise,âÂ
âMhm,âÂ
âI think we should get you a nice big breakfast,â Seonghwa smiles, âare you hungry?âÂ
âA little,âÂ
Wooyoungâs hand slips out of yours and dips under your oversized shirt, closing over your belly, âHungry for food?âÂ
âShush,â You elbow him.Â
âI donât know,â He nuzzles you, âyou seemed pretty insatiable this morning,âÂ
Blush flushes your cheeks.Â
âMaybe you need more,â He nips at your ear and you gasp.Â
Reason floods your mind though, and you shake your head, âWoo, no,âÂ
He stills immediately and angles up to look at you, âWhatâs up?â
âCan we just talk first? Before this gets messy?â You ask, âWell, messier,âÂ
His hands are off you in any suggestive way a moment later, and Seonghwa slides off the bed to locate your sleep pants and pass them over to you, âLetâs go make breakfast together and talk,âÂ
âOkay, good, yes,â You pull on your sleep pants and ease yourself off the bed, Seonghwaâs hand sliding to your arm like a magnet.Â
âWhat are you in the mood for?â Wooyoung pulls open the door to the bedroom, injecting the nest with a cold flush of air and you shiver at the way the feeling of the room changes when youâre not holed up in a mix of their scents.Â
âDo you have any fruit?â You ask him, âsomething light?âÂ
He nods, âHwa, can I take care of the food this time?âÂ
âSure,â He steps closer to your back, hands not quite holding you, but resting on you in whatever way he can.Â
Wooyoung disappears into the kitchen, pulling out various ingredients from the fridge and a cutting board from the cupboard. You notice immediately that heâs quick with a knife, easily dicing up the food, and itâs a little mesmerizing to watch the way he works. Seonghwa watches too, a fond smile on his lips.Â
âSo,â Seonghwa finally says, turning towards you, âwhatâs on your mind?â
You ease back onto the living room sofa and tuck your legs in, âI just feel like weâre supposed to talk about this,âÂ
âItâs a good idea,â Wooyoung assures you, dropping off a plate of expertly cut fruit and glasses of ice water.Â
âMm,â Seonghwa nods, popping a strawberry in his mouth, âweâve been doing this for so long together I think we forget a bit how familiar we already are,âÂ
âHow long has it been?â You reach for the plate of fruit but Seonghwa pushes your hands away with a soft sound.Â
You watch as he piles a plate high with an assortment for you, âTwo years? Three?âÂ
âThree,â Wooyoung says from the kitchen, ây/n, do you want any coffee?â
You shake your head, âNot this morning, thank you,âÂ
âWhat about you?â Seonghwa prompts.Â
âMy heats?â You clarify.Â
âMhm,â He turns towards you fully, listening and attentive, âwhat about you?âÂ
Wooyoung takes the seat on the sofa across from you and drops a coffee in front of Seonghwa.Â
âOutside of Yunho and Mingi, Iâve never really done the whole casual heat sex thing,â You explain, âI was never very comfortable with it,âÂ
âI get that,â Wooyoung nods, taking a bite of melon, âitâs hard to know who to trust,âÂ
âAll the time,â You agree with ease.Â
Seonghwa frowns, âI wish it werenât that way,âÂ
âI know,â Wooyoung shrugs, âbut not all alphas are as nice as you and Sannie, thatâs just the truth,âÂ
A shiver runs up your back, you know that all too well and so does Wooyoung. Sometimes not as nice just means pretty words at night and a cold bed in the morning, but sometimes not as nice means so much more. You wonder how many shared experiences you and Wooyoung have had over the course of your lives as omegas.Â
Seonghwaâs jaw jumps tightly, his hand on the table pressing into a loose fist and you can feel the tense stress of him at the idea.Â
âI hope,â Seonghwa swallows and then looks to you, âthat at least San and I have never made you feel uncomfortable,âÂ
âNever,â You answer fast.Â
âAnd everyone else at the office is,â He trails off, looking to Wooyoung for a little help, âthatâs not a problem at work is it?âÂ
Wooyoung shakes his head and keeps eating, treating this whole sudden twist of the conversation so casually, âI get looks sometimes, you know, but no itâs not a problem,âÂ
âAgreed,â You take a bite of your breakfast too, âlooks I can deal with,âÂ
âIâm sorry,â Seonghwa says quietly.Â
âItâs not your fault,â You shake your head, âbut this is why I havenât really gotten out much. Honestly, I hope you know that it means a lot to me that I felt comfortable enough to call you. Think about that, not the bad stuff,âÂ
âSheâs right,â Wooyoung sips his coffee, âbut you know the other thing that just sucks but is true?âÂ
âHmm?â You pull your eyes away from Seonghwa to look at him.Â
âAlphas will just leave you alone when they know youâre even rumored to be with another alpha,â Wooyoung says, âI havenât had to deal with any shit in so long and thatâs all Sannie and you,âÂ
âI hate that,â Seonghwa grumbles.Â
âItâs true though,â You shrug, and then a thought occurs to you, âwait,âÂ
They do, glancing between each other as you gather your thoughts.Â
âCould you tell I had been with Yunho and Mingi?â You ask, a little afraid of the answer, âif I hadn't told you, would you have known anyways?âÂ
âNot in the way youâre thinking,â Seonghwa says, âI donât know, itâs hard to explain. I couldnât tell until we were close together during dance practice, and even then it wasnât like I caught a specific personâs scent, we were never close enough for that. It was more just the feeling that you werenâtâŠ. unscented?âÂ
âMm,â You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking it through.Â
âRelax,â Wooyoung squeezes your hand, âstressing about things you canât control isnât going to make your heat any easier,âÂ
âI canât help it,âÂ
âHere,â Seonghwa pushes back his chair and reaches for you, âcome sit with me a second, I can feel you worrying from here,âÂ
You shift over from your chair and follow the guidance of his hands until youâre settled in his lap. It should feel awkward, but it doesnât and you donât really spend any time worrying about that now that youâre wrapped up in an alphaâs warm arms.Â
âNow,â Seonghwaâs hand strokes your thigh slowly, âweâre all friends here, right?âÂ
âYes?â You twist to catch his eyes.Â
âThen I just want you to relax,â He gives you a squeeze, âWoo and I will take care of you for the rest of the weekend, and on Monday or Tuesday when you go back to the studio everything will be fine. Yunho and Mingi will be whatever they are, but that isnât your worry, thatâs theirs.âÂ
âAnd us?â You ask softly.Â
âWeâll be fine,â He says with ease, ây/n, listen, I donât know what they said or didnât say to you but I can guarantee it wasnât clear.âÂ
You nod.Â
âWeâre friends, and Woo Iâll let you speak for yourself, but thatâs all Iâm interested in being. Iâd like to help you this weekend, and then if in the future we end up sleeping together again? Thatâs fine, but as friends.â Seonghwa is so crystal clear you feel the floor giving under you. This is what you thought you had with Yunho and Mingi all those weeks ago, but in the face of actual clarity you can see how muddled and lost the three of you had been back then.Â
âThatâsâŠâ You search for the words, âsuch a relief, honestly,âÂ
âGood,â Seonghwa smooths his thumb across the gland in your wrist.Â
âMe too,â Wooyoung jumps in, âactual no strings attached friend sex is the best kind,âÂ
âYou think so?â You shuffle back a little further onto Seonghwaâs lap.Â
âI know so,â Wooyoung says, âactually just being yourself and then not spending fucking days anxiously waiting for a phone call? Yeah, itâs better,âÂ
âGod, this is easier,â You sink back against Seonghwaâs chest and then glance at him, âis this okay?âÂ
âYes,â He assures you, wrapping an arm around your middle and holding you to him, âitâs nice, actually.âÂ
âDoes this mean we can spend the rest of the weekend in bed, then?â Wooyoung grins.Â
âI guess it does,â You laugh.Â
ây/n,â Seonghwa starts from behind you, shifting a little underneath you and you can hear the difference in his voice suddenly at the thought of bed, âare you still hungry?âÂ
âI donât think so,â You murmur, deeply aware of the way his hands have started to shift to your hips.Â
âIâm still a little hungry,â He confesses, and you watch as he starts to pull up the hem of your t-shirt, âstarving actually,âÂ
âOh,â You can already feel blush creeping up your cheeks.Â
He lifts your shirt more, his hands brushing up and down your stomach gently as he lets you recline onto his chest, and then his fingers creep higher, just barely brushing the underside of your breasts, âIs this okay?âÂ
âMhm,â You answer, breathy and tight.Â
âIs this?â He lifts the shirt higher, dragging the material up over your bare breasts and drawing your nipples to attention.Â
You manage a nod against his shoulder.Â
âAnd this?â His thumb strokes over your nipple directly now.Â
âYes,â You shudder.Â
Wooyoung sighs across the room, drawing your attention and you watch as he licks his lips, sliding his hand into his boxer briefs. When his hand starts to bob underneath the fabric you moan softly, gripping down on Seonghwaâs thigh under your hand.Â
âLetâs go to bed,â Seonghwa kisses your temple and drops your shirt, âright now,âÂ
Instantly youâre aching, scrambling off his lap and ready to go wherever heâll take you just as long as he keeps talking to you like that.Â
Wooyoung whines quietly, pulling his hand back, but youâre on the sudden same page of needing to get to a bed and needing to get to one fast.Â
Seonghwa pulls you along until youâre in the room again, and Wooyoung shuts the door behind you. Your head starts to get dizzy again with the heat and the warmth of them both, and Seonghwa only makes it worse when he tugs your shirt up over your head and palms your breast, âYouâre so soft, jagi,âÂ
Your mouth runs dry, and once again Wooyoung pulls the tie on your sleep pants and tugs them off you as he kisses your bare shoulder.Â
âLook at you,â Seonghwa hums appreciatively, âso very pretty,âÂ
Your body pulses, the tone of his voice and the warmth bubbling everything back up inside you fast, âPlease,âÂ
âLie back,â He maneuvers you to the bed, and you follow his instructions.Â
Wooyoung eases down next to you, tossing off his own shirt as he does.Â
âYouâve been slick all morning,â Seonghwa says as he descends over you, kissing across your jaw and down your neck, âdo you know how badly I wanted to just bend you over?â
âF-fuck,â You choke, âalpha, please,âÂ
He widens your legs with one hand, settling himself lower over you as he teases you with his lips, tongue, teeth, enhancing every little sensation with his words, âYou make such pretty sounds, I almost knotted you on the breakfast table,âÂ
âOh my god,â Your back arches naturally, pressing yourself into him, âHwa, oh my god,âÂ
âShush,â Seonghwa kisses down your bare chest, nuzzling your sternum as his hand starts to travel from its place near your knee up your inner thigh, creeping dangerously close to your core.Â
âHeâs good at this,â Wooyoung tells you softly, his fingers ever so gently teasing your pert nipple.Â
âWoo,â Seonghwa sighs a breath of hot air across your belly, âleave a little to the imagination, hmm?âÂ
Wooyoung snorts, âTouchy,âÂ
Your body is starting to ache, neediness starting to curl open inside you and you huff softly, âIâm going to be touchy in a minute,âÂ
Seonghwa groans, âDonât tell me I adopted another brat,âÂ
âIâm on my b-best behavior,â Your voice catches as his fingers finally part your slick folds, âbut I am in heat.âÂ
âYes, you are, arenât you?â Seonghwa nips at your hip bone, his lips traveling to your inner thighs as he sinks to his knees between your splayed knees, âPositively aching,âÂ
âOh,â You shiver, two of his fingers finally pushing inside your slick channel.Â
âYouâre not quite ready for a knot yet though,â He comments softly.Â
âI know something that might help with that,â You smile, spreading your legs wider for him.Â
âI bet you do,â Seonghwaâs eyebrow quirks, his hand pulling back and thrusting forward in a pulse, his thumb dragging warm circles over your clit.Â
The reaction of your body is instantaneous, a quick rush of slick and a dizzy wash of pleasure up your spine as you let your head fall back into Wooyoungâs waiting palm.Â
âTold you,â Wooyoung whispers, and he kisses you fast, trapping your laugh between your lips.Â
Seonghwa grins, the pace of his hand perfect and sure and youâre already feeling the dizzy sparks of a building orgasm up your spine when the sharp sound of a doorbell brings you all out of it. You and Wooyoung break apart and his brows knit together in confusion, âWhoâs here?âÂ
âNo idea,â Seonghwa waits a moment, but then comes a knock.Â
Youâre shivering, feeling fucked already and you blink hard, wetting your lips and trying to shake off the cloudy feeling inside your brain.Â
âSorry,â Seonghwa gives you a face and slowly pulls his fingers from you, âlet me just see whatâs going on,âÂ
âSure,â You sigh, watching as he jogs to the bathroom to rinse off his hands before getting to the door.Â
âWoo,â Your hands reflexively cover yourself, âdo you have something I can wear?âÂ
âYeah, come here,â He pulls you to a sitting position and crosses the room for the robe hanging on the back of the door, long and dark gray and plush.Â
As you wrap yourself up in it, Wooyoung tosses on a pullover and gives you a smile, communicating silently that you should just relax while he and Seonghwa go investigate.Â
You flop back against the bedding and sigh, fighting the urge to squeeze your thighs together. You should check your phone, you should just suck it up and text Yunho and Mingi back, but before you get up the resolve you hear a new voice from the main room of the apartment.Â
âWhere have you been?â San.Â
âDidnât you get my voicemail?â Seonghwa asks.Â
âI saw you called,â San says, and you pull yourself up from the bed to creep closer to the hall, âbut you didnât answer any of my texts,âÂ
âRightâŠâ Seonghwa draws out, âbecause I called?â
âSannie,â Wooyoung sighs, âwe didnât go missing, weâve just been,âÂ
âIs your heat early?â San interrupts suddenly, âwhy didnât you call me?âÂ
You creep around the doorframe just a little more and you smile when you see San cupping Wooyoungâs cheeks, Seonghwa all but rolling his eyes behind him.Â
Wooyoung makes an annoyed noise and pushes his sometimes loverâs hands away, âWe did call you, now will you listen for two seconds?âÂ
âIf I knew you were in heat I would have come straight over,â San pushes forwards.Â
âWell thatâs nice,â Wooyoung disentangles himself and keeps an armâs length between him and his alpha, âbut Sannie, Iâm not in heat. Not even a little,âÂ
âBut,â San looks confused.Â
You step out a little further into the room, arms wrapped around yourself even though the robe drowns you, âHeâs not, but I am,âÂ
San snaps around with a start, ây/n!âÂ
âHey, San,â You give him a small wave.Â
âI didnât know you were here,â He says.Â
âI was trying to tell you,â Seonghwa laughs, âcanât you tell Wooyoungieâs scent from hers?âÂ
âOf course he can,â Wooyoung slaps Seonghwa across the arm, âass.âÂ
San sputters, falling silent and his eyes narrowing a little at his friend, and itâs clear as crystal what the vibe between the three of them is, even when heat is concerned.Â
âSpeaking of heat,â Seonghwa meets your eyes from across their little dining room nook table that stands between you, them, and the kitchen, âare you alright? Should you be up?âÂ
âIâm fine, Hwa,â You assure him with a smile, taking a few more steps forwards and raising your arms as if to show him, âreally, this oneâs a lot easier.âÂ
San clears his throat and you can see him divert his eyes from you deliberately, a little blush up his cheeks, âSo, this is why you havenât been answering your phones,âÂ
âPretty much,â Wooyoung laughs.Â
âI didnât mean to interrupt,â He says, locking eyes with Seonghwa.Â
âSannie,â Seonghwaâs voice softens a little, and he gives him the smallest shake of the head.Â
You can feel the disappointment coming off of San in waves, and you canât quite place the source except to assume that this has always been their thing, not yours. Your mouth feels a little dry as you watch them silently communicate with each other, and you take the second to realize just how much your hips are aching, legs feeling heavy, and your cramps are still deeply uncomfortable no matter how much better they are from last time. Seonghwa edging you really hasnât helped though, and now youâre starting to feel a little desperate for relief, sweat breaking out along your hairline.Â
âIt was kind of sudden,â Wooyoung jumps in between the two of them, smoothing over the moment of tension with ease, âright, y/n?âÂ
You nod, securing the robe around you a little more tightly, âI reallyâŠâ you start with a breath, âI honestly didnât mean to intrude on this.â You gesture to the three of them and take a few steps forward. Itâs not like you can really offer to leave at this point, but it feels like all you can really say.Â
San doesnât let you feel those nerves for long though, his face clears and he shakes his head, âNo, honestly, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean for it to sound that way. Youâre not intruding, you know that,âÂ
Your hands rest on the back of one of the dining room chairs as you look between them, âAs long as thatâs true,â you worry your lip, âI had a hard enough time with Mingi and Yunho⊠if I ever did anything to hurt my friendship with you, I wouldnât forgive myself.âÂ
âDonât think like that,â Seonghwa assures you, ânot with us,âÂ
âHeâs right,â San nods, âI should have just listened to my voicemail,âÂ
âGood,â You sigh, âthatâs good.âÂ
Wooyoungâs eyes flick over you and then he hums, âDo you want some tea, babe? You look a little pale,âÂ
You nod immediately, âThat would be so perfect,âÂ
âIâll get it,â Seonghwa stops Wooyoung as he moves towards the kitchen, âyou both rest, Iâll take care of it,âÂ
Wooyoung grins, âIâm not in heat, I can help,âÂ
Seonghwa makes a noise and shrugs, âJust let me dote for a minute, would you?âÂ
Wooyoung laughs sharply in response and the tension dissipates just like that, Sanâs expression relaxing into an easy smile as he watches the exchange.Â
âThank you, Seonghwa,â You murmur, nudging Wooyoung in the ribs as you do.Â
Seonghwa disappears around the corner into the kitchen and you hear the sound of the electric kettle start up, and San finally lets his bag drop to the floor and his shoulders relax as he says, âHow are you doing, then?âÂ
âGood,â You smile, âmuch better than last time,âÂ
âMm,â San nods, âIâm glad to hear it,âÂ
The silence stretches between you for a moment and then you find yourself asking without a second thought, âDid you go into the studio today?âÂ
None of you had any set schedules or meetings today, but San is there more days than not regardless of schedule.Â
Wooyoung glances to you, knowing exactly what youâre asking but keeps his mouth shut.Â
âThis morning,â San nods, âI just left a little while ago and I was running some errands before I stopped over,âÂ
âAh,â You nod, âhow was it?âÂ
âThe studio?â His brows knit together in confusion, âSame as always,âÂ
âJesus,â Wooyoung rolls his eyes, âsheâs asking if you saw Yunho and Mingi, if things were weird?âÂ
âThey werenât in,â San replies, and then things seem to click together, âdo they know youâre here?âÂ
You shake your head, stomach twisting up in knots inside you.Â
âDo you not want them to know?â San asks.Â
âI⊠donât really know,â You confess.Â
âWell,â San shrugs, âI didnât see them, but if I do see them later, I wonât mention you. You can decide what you want them to know and when.âÂ
âThank you, San,â You murmur.Â
The knotting nervousness in your stomach doubles at the thought that they didnât go into work today, even just a little in the morning when you know they almost always do. Where were they? Were they looking for you? Wondering about you? Thinking of you? You picture Mingi at your apartment door, trying to explain to your roommates who he is and what heâs doing there and finding out that instead of being able to swoop in and take care of you⊠youâre gone.Â
A cramp lights up your back and your hand flies to your stomach as you double over, jaw locked down tight at the sudden wave of discomfort.Â
âHey, easy, easy,â San has an arm around you instantly, holding you upright and supporting you better than the chair could, âyouâre okay,âÂ
Your head rocks to the side, resting on his chest and you take a deep, necessary breath against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. He smells floral, the thought strikes you suddenly and starkly, more heady than most other alphas scents and you take another breath to let the scent of him wash over you. Jasmine hits you first, its sharp musk making you a little dizzy until you catch the underlying warmth of sandalwood. Your body relaxes into him naturally and he chuckles as he feels your trembling muscles unclench under his hands.Â
âSan,â You murmur into his chest, the sound muffled.Â
âHmm?âÂ
âCan you help me to the couch?â You lean into him.Â
âMhm,â He shifts and suddenly youâre in his arms entirely, âletâs sit,âÂ
âHyung, howâs that tea?â Wooyoung calls into the kitchen, and you feel his soft hand coast down the length of your arm as he shifts past you and San to try and help.Â
âAlmost,â Seonghwa calls back, âshe okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â You tell the room, âitâs just a cramp,âÂ
âHere we go,â San says softly as he settles you down on the couch, âlet me help,âÂ
He shifts to sit behind you, his hands finding your lower back and he presses into your aching spine with his thumbs, kneading and massaging perfect circles into your body. You sigh, the overwhelming relief flooding you as he helps take away the immediate sharp soreness of your hips. What your body needs is a knot, but this combined with the warm scents of both alphas is a start.Â
Seonghwa returns a moment later, a mug of bright red tea in hand and he maneuvers the warm cup into your waiting fingers.Â
âWhatâs this?â You ask, dipping your head to smell the steaming liquid.Â
âRaspberry leaf,â He replies.Â
âDonât you drink this for your heat?â Wooyoung flops onto the other couch that faces yours and quirks an eyebrow.Â
âShould I be?â You let the warm berry scent pass through you, the cup warming your chilly hands.Â
âYes?â Wooyoung shakes his head, looking almost appalled, âit really helps regulate your hormones, helps with intensity spikes, is an anti-inflammatory, and promotes fertility.âÂ
âFertility isnât really the goal here, Woo,â You snort.Â
âIt is if it means your cycle is easier to deal with,â He dismisses, âyouâre now on a Wooyoung prescribed two cups a day,âÂ
âFine, fine,â You take a gentle sip, testing the heat, âbut Iâm not drinking this because of your speech Iâm drinking it because it smells good,âÂ
âWhatever you say, babe,â Wooyoung rolls his eyes, gesturing for you to drink up.Â
San continues gently kneading your back as you take your first proper sip of the tea and Seonghwa settles on the sofa next to you. He brushes your hair back softly with his hand and gives you a smile, âAfter this, letâs get you back to bed,âÂ
You nod into your cup, âIâd like that,âÂ
âDo you normally spend your heats alone?â San asks, his hands slowing but still not lifting off your body, now just resting on your lower hips.Â
âUsually,â You take another sip.Â
âI could never,â Wooyoung grimaces, âthatâs not fun, thatâs just torture,âÂ
âHeat isnât really fun,â You laugh, âitâs just a thing.âÂ
âYou seemed to have a good time with Yunho and Mingi,â Wooyoung wags his eyebrows.Â
âYeah, well, we all know how that one turned out,â You grimace.Â
âRelax,â Seonghwa smooths a hand over your knee through the fabric of the robe, âYoungie, leave her be.âÂ
âDidnât you ever want help?â San asks.Â
You chew the inside of your lip, âI guess, but my heats off suppressants are really intense and on them⊠I mean, usually I can handle it, so I handle it,âÂ
âYouâre a strong person,â San comments softly, giving your hip a squeeze as he shifts to start massaging your back again.Â
You almost muster a reply, but Wooyoung takes the attention of the room again with a groan, âI couldnât do that, I tried once and it was awful,âÂ
âWhat are your heats like, anyways?â You ask, leaning a little on Seonghwaâs shoulder as San keeps working your tired muscles.Â
âOh, heâs the worst,â Seonghwa smiles, âconstant begging the minute he starts slicking up,âÂ
âOh shut up,â Wooyoung grumbles.Â
âIâm just telling the truth,â Seonghwa laughs.Â
Another light cramp pulses through you and you exhale softly, taking another sip of tea. Sanâs hands pause, and he leans around you to watch your face, but Seonghwa and Wooyoung keep on bickering.Â
âShould I tell y/n how we found you last time you went into heat?â Seonghwa grins.Â
âIâll literally kill you, Hwa,â Wooyoung tosses a pillow hard and it collides with Seonghwaâs chest.Â
âNot a very nice way to treat your alpha,â Seonghwa replies, his hand leaving your knee as he goes to toss the pillow back.Â
âMaybe youâll have to punish me later,â Wooyoung slaps the flying pillow out of the air so it lands smoothly back on the couch and gives Seonghwa a flirty smile, tongue against his teeth.Â
âMaybe I will,âÂ
Your stomach locks up, core pulsing lightly and you suddenly feel stifled in the room, hot and cold all at the same time. You make a soft, tense noise and the cup in your fingers tips to the side, losing some of the tea as you try to recover it.
 âShh,â San plucks the cup from your hands and sets it on the table, curling around to your side, âitâs alright,âÂ
âOw,â You manage, pressing a palm down over your stomach.Â
San smooths his hand along yours and catches your eyes, âYouâre alright, omega,âÂ
Something inside you melts and he gently strokes the gland in your neck with his opposite hand, nodding as you start to relax from the immediate surge of pain and arousal.Â
âJagiya,â Seonghwa strokes your skin, âletâs go to bed,âÂ
âPlease,â your eyes flutter shut.Â
âThen I should go,â San clears his throat, his hands starting to lift away from you, âIâll leave you three to,â
You donât know what possesses you, but you reach for him the minute his skin leaves yours, eyes flying open as you grab his hands and shake your head, âDonât go,âÂ
His eyes blow wide, ây/n,âÂ
âWhy not?â You glance at Wooyoung and Seonghwa, a little panicked now that the trajectory of this is uncertain, but all you know is that youâd like him to stay. You squeeze Sanâs hands, âYouâre here, weâre all here, I mean⊠why not stay?âÂ
His eyes flick past you to Seonghwa, holding a question you donât understand.Â
âIf you donât want to,â The words leave you in a rush, at the sinking realization that he may not want any of this.Â
San looks back to you in a flash, âItâs not that,âÂ
Relief blooms inside you, âItâs not?âÂ
âNot at all,â He smooths down your hair and tries to ease you, âbut are you sure?âÂ
âSure,â You nod, âreally,âÂ
His eyes flick over you, and you can feel him considering his next move, but then he nods.Â
You end up right back where you were when the doorbell rang twenty minutes ago, only this time you have San on your right while Wooyoung teases you on your left and Seonghwa rests between your thighs. Distantly in the back of your brain, the part thatâs still rational and sarcastic, you wonder if your brain is broken now and your omega needs two alphas to feel sated.Â
âI wonât make you wait,â Seonghwa suddenly says, sinking down and attaching his mouth to your aching sex without any further preamble, and it pulls you sharply out of your own thoughts.Â
âOh, fuck,â You groan, your hips jerking at the sudden spark of sensation.Â
âSo sensitive,â Seonghwa hums appreciatively, locating your clit with the hardened tip of his tongue and flicking it firmly.Â
You mutter something, head already fogging up, and San brushes his fingers along your arm, âCan I touch you, omega?â He murmurs, his voice thickening, getting huskier.Â
You nod fast, holding his gaze to let him know heâs allowed and he shifts to press lazy kisses along your chest as he watches the other alpha between your thighs.Â
For all of Wooyoungâs jokes before, heâs fallen silent now. His eyes are blown wide as he watches the way both alphas touch you, and you can tell heâs torn between helping you along and helping himself.Â
âLetâs get you ready for that knot, hmm?â Seonghwa kisses your mound, and you feel his fingers stroking your entrance, pushing in just slightly and then retracting to tease your body just right and let all your internal muscles unlock.Â
Inside you, your omega feels like itâs finally waking. Your heat thatâs been bubbling all day against the medicated ceiling of your suppressants feels like a pressure cooker now, ready to burst and leave you desperate with want. Seonghwaâs tongue returns to your swollen bud and Sanâs lips find your nipple, and you feel the hot wave ripple through you, âA-alpha,âÂ
âRight here, darling,â Seonghwa croons, thrusting two fingers deep inside you and drawing a tight moan from your lips.Â
âAlpha,â You stammer, âI need it,âÂ
âMhm,âÂ
San sighs pleasantly against your sweat slick skin, his hand stroking along your side and Seonghwa doubles his efforts, thrusting his fingers in earnest now and sucking hard on your clit. Hot pleasure strikes up your spine and you moan, head back and your eyes slipping closed as you let the feeling of their hands on you make you dizzy and wet.Â
âRight there,â You pant, âalpha, y-yes, yes,âÂ
He hums against you and you scramble in the sheets, gripping down on Wooyoungâs forearm.Â
âWoo,â Sanâs voice enters the mix but you barely register, the orgasm in front of you so quickly approaching that you need to reach it and reach it now.Â
Wooyoung shifts next to you, and Seonghwa pulls back from you for a split second to catch his breath before the sensation in your brain pops apart like a firecracker. Seonghwa licks a deep stripe over your slit, and then secures his lips around your clit once more, alternating sharp sucks and flicks of his tongue. The air in the room tightens when San delivers a sharp lick to your pebbled nipple and then Wooyoung follows suit on your other side.Â
âOh, god,â Your eyes press closed tightly and you grip the back of Sanâs shirt in your desperate squirming, âIâm,âÂ
âCome on, baby,â Wooyoung encourages, rolling his tongue over you again, âyouâre so close,â
You whine sharply, hips canting, âPlease, please,âÂ
Seonghwaâs hands on your hips tighten, and he doesnât change pace or pressure or anything at all, he just doesnât stop. The bubble threatening to burst inside your belly feels hot and full and then with a rush, it pops and you shudder open into your first real heat addled orgasm.Â
âGood, good,â Seonghwaâs fingers start to slow and you whine sharply.Â
Wooyoung pulls off your breast with a little gasp, his face flushed pink and he meets your eyes as you start to crest upwards into another wave, but as Seonghwaâs hand slows so does the approach of what could be and you whimper, thighs quivering.Â
âOh,â Wooyoung pouts a little at you, sympathetic and understanding and he hushes you, âI got you,âÂ
You want more, and you know it needs to end in a knot for your body to register everything right, but in this split second you need Wooyoung more. You nod, frantic and close to tears, âPlease,âÂ
He pushes back from you quick, rocking over the side of the bed and suddenly heâs got his hands on Seonghwa, pushing him away, âShove over,âÂ
âW-what?â Seonghwa seems startled by the sudden directness of the omega and San lifts his head to see whatâs happening at the sharp tone of his voice.Â
âJust move,â Wooyoung drops to his knees and dips his arms under your thighs until your legs are swung up over his shoulders and heâs tugging you down the bed to move you into position. You squeak when he drags you down the bed and San laughs above you.Â
âIâve never seen you so assertive, Youngie,â He comments.Â
âShut up,â Wooyoung bites back, âsheâs not done,âÂ
âPlease, God,â Your hips jerk, angling for him to touch you, you can feel your pleasure slipping and you need him to catch it before itâs gone.Â
âNot God, babe,â Wooyoung nips your thigh with his teeth and you jerk again in his hands, âbut Iâll do my best,âÂ
âSo cocky,â Seonghwa rolls his eyes, stepping back to hand over control.Â
âIâll show you how itâs done, alpha,â Wooyoung shoots him an even cockier grin, tongue against teeth, and youâre about to say something more but then heâs on you.Â
Wooyoung treats your cunt like he knows every inch of it, like heâs done this for you specifically a thousand times before. Without ever asking he knows the pace you like, the way you need something inside you just to feel the weight of it, the way your mind spins when he reaches around and lays a hand over belly.Â
âI canât, oh God, oh fuck,â You scramble but he holds you steady.
 He hums warmly against you, picking up the pace of his sucks on your swollen bundle of nerves and when he feels your legs start to shake in earnest he presses up with two fingers inside you and presses down with the heel of his hand over your lower stomach. You were close before, off the back of your orgasm from Seonghwaâs tongue, but this is something else entirely and your vision whites out as your back arches. One hand fists the sheets, the other gripping down over Wooyoungâs and you can barely hear the noises youâre making but you know they must be feral.Â
When heâs sure youâre coming through it, no longer seeking drawn out stimulation but instead pulling your hips back and away from his sharp tongue, he lifts away just enough to give your aching clit some relief from overstimulation.Â
âYou do taste like honey,â Is the first thing he says, his breath hot against your cunt as he stays between your thighs, recovering from his own lack of oxygen.Â
Your body is starting to relax from the tense muscle lock up of your orgasm, and slowly your eyes start to open.Â
âHoly shit,â Seonghwa breathes and your eyes flick to him. His eyes are dark, studying you both and you can see the hard line of his erection straining against his trousers.Â
San brushes your sweat slick hair back from your forehead and smiles down at you, âDoing okay?âÂ
Words feel slow to your lips but you nod, âMhm,âÂ
Wooyoung makes a little huff between your thighs and you glance down, seeing how close Seonghwa has stepped again, his fingers running through the omegaâs hair. Seonghwa hums appreciatively, caressing Wooyoung as he leans against your inner thigh, âGood boy,â
Wooyoung preens, you can see the sudden warmth flooding him at the praise.Â
âA very good boy,â Seonghwa croons again, âtaking such good care of our pretty new omega,âÂ
âThank you, alpha,â Wooyoung nuzzles into Seonghwaâs palm and for a second it feels like youâre watching something too intimate, but then he pushes back from you and drops your legs off his shoulders, âI hope you took notes,âÂ
Seonghwa sighs and delivers a fast, friendly smack to the back of Wooyoungâs head, their brief moment of heat dissipating with Wooyoungâs easy teasing. But Seonghwa softens again the moment he turns his attention to you, his hands gentle on your sides as he settles close, âYou still in there, darling?âÂ
âKind of,â You admit, still hazy, âI canât feel my legs,âÂ
âSounds about right,â San laughs as Wooyoung collapses into his side, and San swings an arm over his shoulders to let him snuggle closer.
 âYou still havenât been knotted,â Seonghwa notes softly, stroking your skin, âhow are you feeling?âÂ
The idea of a knot sends a thrill through you, but your body feels sluggish, âDizzy,âÂ
He hums softly, the tone empathetic and warm.Â
âI need a few minutes,â You tell him honestly.
âOf course,â He soothes, âweâre here for you, you set the pace.âÂ
âThat was just a lot,âÂ
Wooyoung grins and you roll your eyes at him.Â
âItâs a marathon, not a race,â San notes.Â
âIâll just touch you a little,â Seonghwa relaxes next to you, running his fingers up and down your thigh, âyou tell me when you want more,âÂ
âOkay,â Your voice is thready as he dips his hand between your thighs.Â
âYou two look good together,â San appraises, reaching across the bed to feel your skin, gentle strokes and and down your arm.Â
âDo we?â You laugh a little, but something is starting to thrum again in the back of your brain.Â
âMm,â Sanâs hand moves a little further, cupping your breast and kneading it slowly, âa little too good,â
Seonghwaâs fingers explore you lazily, running up the soft, plush skin of your cunt but never quite getting close enough to properly tease your slit or your aching bud. He sighs pleasantly as he watches your nipples harden into peaks, âDonât be jealous Sannie,âÂ
San huffs softly, and then he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your chest, ây/n,â he murmurs, âis this alright?âÂ
You twitch under them, âY-yes,âÂ
âSheâs a puddle,â Wooyoung jokes as he catches sight of your hazy look, âare my alphas making you feel so, so good, omega?âÂ
Your hips jerk and Seonghwa lays his hand over your thighs to steady you.Â
âMore,â You nod, resting one hand on the back of Sanâs neck, fingertips sinking into his hair as you push his head towards your breast.Â
âLike this?â He murmurs against your skin, flattening his tongue over your nipple once to lick it firmly before he closes his plush lips around it and sucks.
Heat spikes up your spine and you nod, âYes, like that,âÂ
The sound of a belt buckle draws your eyes back up to Seonghwa and you watch him disrobe entirely, dropping his trousers and kicking off his boxers.Â
âLetâs just take it slow,â Seonghwa eases your legs open, and you tilt your hips back to shift yourself into position and give him the access he needs, âsound good?âÂ
Despite the way youâre starting to ache, you nod and relax back into the sheets, cupping San to your chest as he lavishes your nipple.Â
âPretty,â Seonghwa hums as he slides his hands up the back of your thighs and deepens your position.Â
Itâs exposing and raw, but at the same time you know exactly how much this is lighting up the deep part of your brain that needs this, so you just let yourself go.Â
âNice and wet,â He smiles, this time dragging two fingers down your slit, rocking the slick pad of his middle finger over your swollen bundle of nerves.Â
You gasp a little, shaking in his grip.Â
âIsnât she pretty, Sannie?â He says, glancing at the other alpha.Â
âMhm,â San sighs, lifting up with a little pop so he can take you both in. He relaxes back against Wooyoung and when you twist your head to the side you see the hungry darkness in Sanâs gaze. Wooyoungâs eyes flick over you, a subtle smile on his lips, and then he tucks himself close behind San and starts to work a hand into the alphaâs sweats.Â
You hiss sharply when you feel something heavier drop over your slit and you jerk back to Seonghwa, his hard cock now nestled between your folds as he teases your clit lazily with the head.Â
âYou want alphaâs cock, pretty girl?â Seonghwa says, rocking his hips to drag his length over your seam.Â
âPlease,â You nod, fingers tight in the sheets.Â
âWhere?â He teases.Â
âHwa,âÂ
âHere?â He presses the tip of his cock against your slick hole and then stops completely.Â
âYes, yes,â You shiver, âplease,âÂ
He slides away with a smirk.Â
âWhere?â He asks again, and you realize he wants to hear you say it.Â
Wooyoung chuckles softly next to you, and you hear San sigh, the distinct slow sound of swishing fabric as Wooyoung works his hand over Sanâs cock. It feels a little thrilling to have an audience, itâs making your hazy brain even needier and wanton and you jerk your hips against Seonghwaâs cock to try and get him to move the right way.Â
Seonghwa shakes his head, âWhere?âÂ
Your back aches, a cramp in your core, and you huff, a little flustered, âInside,âÂ
âInside where?â Seonghwa tuts.
You swallow hard, reaching down between your legs. With gentle fingers you run your fingers along his shaft, watching his face for every little reaction. His jaw jumps as you swirl your fingers over the velvet head of his cock and you repeat the motion, again and again to get a harder reaction from him.Â
Youâre watching each other intently, waiting to see who will fall apart first. When he sighs once, soft and breathy, you angle your hips back just a little and push down on his cock, directing him inside your aching channel and sinking him an inch or two inside you.Â
âAh, ah,â He scolds, catching your wrist and locking you both still, âjust say where you want me, omega,âÂ
âInside,â You insist, voice breaking a little as a flush lights up your chest, âalpha, please,âÂ
âJust tell me,â He pleads, dropping his thumb over your clit, âitâs easy, darling, itâs just words,âÂ
You wet your lips and reach up for him, fingertips skimming over his arm, âHwa,â you murmur, blush lighting up your cheeks, âI want you inside me, please, in my pussy,âÂ
He smiles and then rocks forward, pushing inside you to the hilt in one fluid motion, âGood omega,âÂ
The sensation of him filling you so fast and so suddenly has your body arching up against the sheets and your head falling back, your eyes shutting tightly as you moan, âOh, fuck,âÂ
âDamn,â Wooyoung murmurs, but you ignore him.Â
âDoes that feel good, omega?â Seonghwa leans down over you, holding you tightly with a hand anchored to the back of your thigh just below the knee, holding you open wide for him.Â
You whine tightly as he rocks inside you, the curled angle driving the head of his cock over your sweet spot again and again, the firm plane of his pubic bone pressing rhythmically against your clit. You feel dizzy from the sensation, but then you feel something low and needy in your gut.Â
âKnot,â You stammer out, gripping down on any part of Seonghwa you can hold.Â
âIs that what you want?â He smiles, rolling his hips.Â
âAlpha, please,â You pant, âknot me,âÂ
He thrusts forward hard, holding himself tightly inside you and he shakes his head, âAsk nicely,âÂ
A shudder runs up your spine and you think itâs entirely possible that Wooyoung isnât really that much of a brat, Seonghwa just likes it when the omegas under him whine. You rock your hips and beg him to keep moving inside you with your body, but he shakes his head again. He wants to hear you.Â
âAlpha,â You pant, dropping your voice a bit and tapping into that deep coursing need running through you, âplease knot me, please,âÂ
âGood girl,â He sighs, moving his hips again.
âPlease,â Your head lolls back as he starts to thrust again in earnest.Â
âIâll keep you on my knot all night,â He chokes, finally starting to lose himself a little, the base of his cock starting to swell.Â
âYes, yes,âÂ
âBeg,â He thrusts hard, knocking your hips together, âbeg me to fucking knot you,âÂ
Your mind tunnels, nothing but you and Seonghwa working together now and when you answer him it feels almost like another person, âAlpha, please, please, Iâm so empty,âÂ
âFuck,â He pants.Â
âPlease, fill me up,â You moan, nails digging into his arms.
âMine,â He drops lower over you, pulling your head back by your hair and attaching his lips to your throat, âisnât that right, pretty thing?âÂ
âOh,â Your body is locking up around his cock suddenly as the dam breaks, âoh, fuck Hwa, donât stop,âÂ
He shakes his head against you and keeps thrusting, panting into your hair. With a groan he shudders, locking his hips forwards and you feel the swell of his knot push past your entrance and expand. âFuck, thatâs it,â He grinds his hips against yours, and then you feel him release hot and wet and filling inside you. Pleasure washes back over you and you jut your hips against his just to feel another sweeping wave, your body disconnecting deliciously as he comes inside you.Â
Your brain reconnects slowly. First you register the weight of him above you, pressing down into you with his cock still buried inside your heat. Then his soft fingers in your hair, his lips on your cheek.Â
His knot is already softening and you sigh, reaching up for him and running your fingers through his black hair as you catch your breath and reopen your eyes.Â
âHey,â He murmurs down at you, âokay?âÂ
âMhm,â You smile lazily, âyou?âÂ
âExcellent,â He laughs, dropping one more kiss to your cheek.Â
âIâll say,â Wooyoung clears his throat and you blush scarlet, you had forgotten how close they were, how present they were.Â
You cover your face with your hands and groan.
âYouâre fun when you let loose,â Wooyoung prods your shoulder to get your attention, âI never would have pegged you for so much dirty talk,âÂ
âOh my god,â You sigh, twisting to look at him, âwill you please shut up?âÂ
âIâm just saying,â He shrugs and youâre trying to come up with a clever retort but then you feel Seonghwa start to pull himself free and you realize a few things at once.Â
Where Wooyoung is looking at you and Seonghwa together, San hasnât glanced at you once. His eyes are glued to Seonghwa, running over his sweat-slick body, his lips parted and his muscles locked up tight. Heâs not in a rut, you know that clearly, but his expression and his eyes remind you of a rut, singularly focused and serious.Â
Seonghwa notices it a moment later as he slides off the bed and you watch him smile, âLike something you see Sannie?âÂ
Wooyoung rolls his eyes and scoots a little closer to you on the bed and then San moves, quick like a flash. He secures a hand around Seonghwaâs wrist and tugs him down fast to land on top of him and then he kisses the other alpha so hard they both make a surprised hiss of pleasure.Â
âSan, what,â Seonghwa manages, but San wonât let him be. His lips are hungry, his body hungrier still, dragging the man closer and closer and slotting their hips together as their mouths work together.Â
San breaks the kiss first, rolling to the side and effectively trapping Seonghwa beneath him, âI need you right now,âÂ
âOh,â Seonghwa shudders, his cock starting to stiffen again.Â
Wooyoung moves closer to you, giving them some much needed space and giving you the post-coital cuddles you really need. He tugs a blanket up over your bodies and spoons you, settling in like youâre about to watch a show together.
âDonât mind them,â Wooyoung murmurs into your ear, âthey get like this,âÂ
You open your mouth but Seonghwa moans sharply as San kisses down his neck, letting his tongue drag over the other alphaâs gland and nipping his collarbone.Â
âTurn over,â San says, manhandling Seonghwa into a better position before pushing down his own pants just enough to free his cock.Â
Theyâre nothing but need, clawing at each other just to feel skin against skin and itâs clear that theyâve done this a thousand times before, so intimately familiar with each otherâs bodies. You can hear their breath, their every move against the sheets, and it feels like youâve been given a view into something too intimate, too real.Â
âWoo,â You murmur quietly, âshould weâŠâÂ
He hesitates, almost unable to tear his eyes away but then he nods, âShower?âÂ
âMhm,âÂ
Wooyoung slips out of bed behind you as San drags Seonghwaâs head to the side and reaches into Wooyoungâs nightstand for the lube.Â
âSan,â Seonghwa whines in a tone youâve never in your life heard from the alpha, âplease, fucking please,âÂ
âShh,â San brushes a hand down his loverâs back and then uncaps the lubricant in his hands, âIâve got you jagiya,âÂ
Your lips part in awe as you watch them, stunned at the way they look together, move together. You only snap out of it when Wooyoung taps your side, and you slide quietly out of the bed too, focused on not disturbing the couple beside you. You follow Wooyoung to the connected bathroom, but you keep watching them all the while.Â
Seonghwa groans when San thrusts his hips forward hard, pushing himself inside and you shiver at the image, your own body responding at the sight. San runs a hand through his hair before squeezing Seonghwaâs hips, silently letting him know that heâs about to move. As he does, rocking his hips in slow steady thrusts, he runs his hand reverently along Seonghwaâs skin, finding his hand in the sheets and twining their fingers together.Â
âI missed you so much,â San says lowly, pressing a kiss between Seonghwaâs shoulders.Â
Seonghwa makes another noise, almost a sob as he nods into the bedding, gripping down on the alphaâs hand harder.Â
Even with the knotting you just experienced, the sight of them together is enough to light a flushing warmth back through your body and make you want again.Â
ây/n,â Wooyoung finally catches your attention and you pull yourself away from the doorway and into the bathroom.Â
In the shower, you and Wooyoung stick close together, and the sounds from the other room still make it through the door despite the drone of the water. You gravitate towards each other easily, wanting to feel the comfort of each otherâs bodies in the warmth of the spray. You kiss until your jaw aches, and make each other come one more time despite the water turning tepid halfway through.Â
When youâre done and the water is off, you wrap yourselves in fluffy blue towels and listen closely to see if San and Seonghwa are finished.Â
As you lean against the sink, Wooyoung gently drags a brush through your wet hair to detangle it from the shower and you finally ask the question thatâs been brewing in the back of your mind, âWoo,â you murmur, keeping your voice low to ensure the alphas in the adjacent room canât hear you, âwhy arenât they together?âÂ
Relationships between the same designation are rare but certainly not unheard of, especially in polyamorous relationships, and itâs plain as day to you now how much they connect and care about one another.
Wooyoung meets your eyes in the mirror and shrugs, his mouth downturned, âYouâd have to ask them,âÂ
âYou donât know?â Your eyebrows shoot high.Â
He shakes his head, âI learned not to push that one a long time ago,âÂ
You chew the inside of your lip, mulling it over. Your conversation with San all those weeks ago when he walked you home flicks through your mind and you remember the way that he brushed right past the topic the minute you started to press. You had assumed the person he was referring to was Wooyoung, theyâre always so tactile with one another, but the longer you spend with them behind closed doors the more you realize that is just how Wooyoung communicates, with touch. Now the little moments of tension you spotted between San and Seonghwa make so much more sense.Â
Wooyoung finishes brushing out your hair and puts the brush back on the sink, âWhatâs that face for?âÂ
You smooth out your expression and recover, âSorry,âÂ
âWhat?â He prompts you.Â
âWhat about you?â You ask softly.Â
âI love them, theyâre my best friends,â He says with ease.Â
âOkay,â You hold his gaze in the mirror.Â
He wraps his arms around you and shakes his head, âIt works for us,â He says, âand if theyâre not ready to admit how they feel to themselves, then thatâs up to them and they can have whatever this is,âÂ
âAs long as youâre not caught in the middle,â You press a kiss to his forearm.Â
âNot with them,â He assures you.Â
The sound of laughter from the next room draws your attention and Wooyoung smiles, âLetâs go, donât worry about this,â he says and you nod, staying bundled up in your towel as you follow him into the next room.Â
San and Seonghwa are cuddled tightly together, trading soft and quiet kisses, but when they hear you both coming back in you watch San straighten up a little and look towards the two of you. They look so good together, so natural, relaxing against each other in the sheets looking far more at peace than youâve ever seen them.Â
âSorry about that,â He clears his throat softly.Â
âDonât be sorry,â You shake your head.Â
âWeâre supposed to be taking care of you,â He smiles, âI just got a little carried away,â
Seonghwa blushes, dipping his face into the pillow below him and you grin, âIâm actually doing fine, donât worry about me.âÂ
âCan we come back in?â Wooyoung asks as he climbs onto the bed, reaching back for your hand.Â
âOf course,â Seonghwa pushes San back towards the other edge of the bed and he lifts the duvet, âitâs your nest not ours, please,âÂ
Something inside you feels a little soft, like warm melted butter at the idea of a full nest and you feel your tense shoulders relax. Wooyoung maneuvers you into the center, snuggled up between him and Seonghwa, but San reaches across and soon youâre sinking into all three of their touches.Â
âYou want to try and sleep?â San asks softly.Â
âWe probably should,â You nod.Â
Seonghwa finds the tender gland in your neck and strokes it gently, âWeâll be right here when you wake up,âÂ
You shift closer, resting your cheek on his chest and you nod, âI know you will,â
âGood,â He sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.Â
Held like this itâs easy to drift off so you do.Â
When you wake again itâs to the sounds of rustling sheets, but not someone getting up and out of bed, itâs the clear sound of rocking. Whoever it is sounds close, pleasured little pants and moans, and you can feel your stomach knotting up and just the sounds of sex in the room so close to you.Â
Thereâs a warm body behind you, just coconing you in, but itâs different than how you fell asleep. The body behind you is broader, warmer, and you realize after a moment of hazy waking that itâs San cuddled up to your back and spooning you, not Wooyoung. You slept hard though, and youâre not really surprised that everyone shifting around didnât wake you even though the bed isnât really large enough for the four of you. Youâre all making it work and youâd be lying if you said the close proximity of them and their scents wasnât keeping you calmer than any heat youâve had before.Â
Your face is tucked into a pillow, and you donât exactly want to alert the room that youâre awake, but youâre starting to feel uncomfortably hot again and you can feel yourself itching out of your skin, desperate to just slip a hand between your thighs and relieve the growing tension.Â
Someone, Wooyoung you gather, moans quietly next to you.Â
âSo needy,â Seonghwa whispers, âand youâre not even in heat,âÂ
Wooyoung makes another shuddering noise, and the bed moves next to you a little faster.Â
You feel it when Sanâs hand on your hip tightens, his breath warm behind you, and then thereâs the telltale sensation of his cock growing hard against your backside. Your eyes flutter open, your hands gripping the bedding beneath you.Â
San swallows tightly and drops his lips to your ear, âYou awake?âÂ
You nod, lifting your head a little.Â
Seonghwa and Wooyoung are tangled together inches from you, and the groan that leaves you at the sight of them is sudden and sharp, a cramp lighting up inside you.Â
Seonghwaâs head snaps to the side at the sound and his brows knit together, âOmega?âÂ
Your muscles clench, slick rushing forth, âOh, god,âÂ
Wooyoung whines, his fingers digging into Seonghwaâs shoulders, âStay with me, Hwa,âÂ
âIâm sorry, baby,â Seonghwa shifts to tend to the omega in his lap, âIâm right here,âÂ
ây/n?â Sanâs lips press closer to your ear, âlet me help,âÂ
You relax into his chest immediately, your legs parting, body practically purring the moment his hand smooths over your hip to press between your legs.Â
âWe have an audience, baby,â Seonghwa murmurs, pulling Wooyoung down to his mouth and kissing him soundly.Â
Wooyoung moans, desperate and shaky, his hips starting to move again beneath the comforter as he and Seonghwa rock against each other.Â
âYou do like that, donât you,â Seonghwa teases him, his fingers tracing a line up Wooyoungâs chest and circling his pebbled nipple.Â
âJesus,â Wooyoung stammers, âfuck,âÂ
You canât tear your eyes away, youâre glued to them and the way their bodies move together, but you gasp sharply as San brushes his fingertips gently over your clit and starts to explore you.
 âMore,â You beg softly, âplease, Sannie,â
If it's at all possible, his cock gets stiffer against your backside.Â
âIs my pretty boy going to come?â Seonghwa hums at Wooyoung, nipping at his lip and placing wet kisses across his jaw.Â
âI need it,â He chokes out in reply.Â
San pushes a finger inside you, but with the way youâre dripping and aching for a knot itâs nowhere near enough and you shake your head, âAlpha, please,âÂ
âShh, shh,â He soothes, pulling back his hand entirely, âhold on, jagi,âÂ
He rifles around behind you, and you hear the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Heâs fiddling with something behind you but you canât turn around, you just need to let him take care of things. Your body is too flushed with warmth and slick with sweat to comprehend anything but the deep need inside you to feel what Wooyoung is feeling, and every second that you watch them makes your need hungrier.Â
âHere we go,â San wraps an arm around you, and you see a flash of something pink and blue in his hands but you donât make sense of it until he hikes up your leg to open you up wide and you feel something hard push at the entrance of your cunt.Â
âWhat,â You start to say but then he angles the toy upwards and sinks the first few inches of the thick dildo inside you.Â
âJust relax,â He eases you, âwatch them,â
A moment ago you would have said you needed a real cock, that no knotting dildo would do, but with the way San is wrapped around you it doesnât seem to matter. The heat from his body sinks into yours, blooming jasmine everywhere as his breath passes over you, staccatoed pants with every sharp flex of his arm to fuck you deeper.Â
In front of you, Seonghwa and Wooyoung have gotten closer, their faces tucked close to one another as Wooyoung chokes out another moan. You watch the red blush creep up his chest, his back, his cheeks, flushing him deliciously as his body starts to tremble in earnest.Â
âCome, baby,â Seonghwa kisses his ear, âdonât stop,âÂ
Wooyoung groans, muttering something into Seonghwaâs collarbone and he smiles in response, petting Wooyoungâs hair and dropping his lips to Wooyoungâs aching throat. Your body locks up, the sight too much for your heat-addled brain.Â
âDeeper,â You plead, âharder,âÂ
San nods against your shoulder, âGood, omega,â
A throbbing pulses through your body, and he pushes the dildo in deeper, the knot at the base catching on your slick hole as he works the toy faster and harder. You look down between your legs, at the way his muscular arm arcs over your belly and at how fast his hand works the silicone cock inside you, and all you can do is moan and grip down on the bedding once more.Â
âIâm, Iâm,â Wooyoung pants and you look back up, âfuck, Iâm coming,âÂ
Seonghwa sucks at Wooyoungâs pulse, teasing his mating gland and scenting him and you watch Wooyoungâs eyes roll back, his body locking up in absolute pleasure as his orgasm collides into him. He ruts himself against Seonghwa blindly, aching and whimpering until his hips slow and he slips down against the alpha to rest on his chest.Â
âBaby,â Seonghwa strokes his loverâs back, âyouâre so good,âÂ
The praise, even when not directed at you, sends a spark of needy pleasure through your body and you grip down on Sanâs arm, âPlease,âÂ
He shifts you both suddenly, wrapping you tightly in his arms and rolling you so that youâre laid out on top of him, your back to his chest and your body folding open and prone like a fresh flower. Once youâre settled there he returns to working the toy in and out of your fluttering walls, but this time he takes his opposite hand and finds your clit, setting a quick rhythm against your bud to stimulate you fast.Â
âG-God, oh god,â You grip down on the sheets, letting him control you.Â
âGood omegas come,â San all but growls in your ear, âare you good, jagi?â
âYes, yes, yes,â Your brain is fogging up, things feeling hot and cold at the same time, âknot me,âÂ
âCome,âÂ
âKnot, please, alpha,â You manage, and even though you feel the pressure dropping low in your belly, the only thing that will get you over the edge of pleasure is his knot.Â
âYou want to be filled?â He pumps the toy sharply.Â
âYes!â You clamp your eyes down tight, holding on.Â
His fingers slip off your clit, hand reaching for something in the bedding and you start to whine but then he does it. With one full thrust the knot of the toy pushes up inside you and activates the primal part of your brain that had been lying so dormant. Youâre flustered and coming hard so suddenly, but he continues to rock and grind the toy to catch against your clit and leave your body fluttering over into orgasm.Â
âYes, oh, oh, fuck,â You babble, and then you feel something more. The sensation of a cock spilling inside you is so distinctive, so real, and you blink your eyes open with a gasp as the sensation heightens your orgasm into another rolling wave.Â
When it all slows down, you can barely breathe.
San leaves the toy inside you, one hand on your hip and the other slowly stroking your belly.Â
ây/n,â Seonghwaâs voice is warm and close, fingertips coasting along your cheek, âare you alright?âÂ
âIâm so good,â You sigh, an overwhelming urge to snuggle into a cuddle pile and never leave it, âIâm perfect,âÂ
âNot too rough?â San checks as he starts to push himself up a little.Â
You shake your head against his chest, your hands finally unlocking from the sheets.Â
âAlright,â He reaches between your legs and gently takes the toy, ârelax, let me help with this,âÂ
Knotting dildos, while an incredible substitute during heat, lack one feature most of the time. Where a real alphaâs knot would deflate and easily allow you to uncouple, knotting dildos like this one are just solid silicone. You let him ease the toy out of your channel, going slow and keeping you calm with his warm scent. When it pops free you fall back with a sigh, ignoring the sudden rush of artificial cum out of you.Â
âIâll get a towel,â Wooyoung murmurs, and when you look up you realize heâs already standing and redressed in boxers and an oversized dark gray shirt.Â
âWater too,â San instructs and Wooyoung diverts to the mini fridge.Â
San eases you off his chest and to the side, and Seonghwa pulls away the sheets that had been under you, now damp and soiled with slick and cum. When he flops back to lie down you notice heâs closer, moving into Sanâs side and their bodies rest against each other from hip to shoulder, slotting together like a puzzle.Â
âLet me in,â Wooyoung says as he climbs back into the bed, a warm washcloth swept between your thighs and a water bottle in your hand.Â
Wooyoungâs phone lights up with a chime, an alarm, but he silences without a thought.Â
âWoo,â Seonghwa stops him, âget your meds before you forget,âÂ
You blink hard and lift your head, âYour suppressants?â
âMm,â Wooyoung nods, quickly moving towards his bag by the door, âI wasnât even paying attention,âÂ
âWhat time is it?â You twist in the sheets.Â
âYou need yours?â Wooyoung asks, âWhere are they?âÂ
âWhat day is it?â You start doing mental math and in much the same way you need to take birth control pills like clockwork, you need to stay on schedule with suppressants.Â
âSaturday,â San runs a hand along your back to soothe you, âyouâre alright,âÂ
âWhere, babe?â Wooyoung asks again, pulling your bag from the floor.Â
âThereâs a pink pouch in the side,â You tell him, âthey should be in there,âÂ
âGot it,âÂ
âDid you miss one?â Seonghwa eases you back into the bedding, âOr two?âÂ
âOne,â You answer immediately, your schedule built into you even in heat, âIâm good,âÂ
âGood,â Seonghwa rubs your back, âdonât worry,âÂ
âHere,â Wooyoung presses your pill pack into your hand.Â
He takes his own pill and then slides back into bed while you pop two out of their little foil packet, Friday and Saturday together, and then down them both with the remaining water in the bottle. Relief fills you immediately, the last thing you want to deal with during onboarding would be a broken and extended cycle.Â
âThank you for the reminder,â You sigh, âI donât know where my head is,âÂ
âHeat,â Seonghwa laughs.Â
âMm,â You nod, âthis one has been so easy though, honestly,âÂ
âThatâs good,â San finds your hand and gives you a squeeze, âbut donât be hard on yourself,âÂ
âExactly,â Seonghwa nods, âI should have asked your schedule,âÂ
âItâs fine,â You shake your head, âweâre good, crisis averted,âÂ
Wooyoung laughs and snuggles up to your back, âGod, could you imagine if we both forgot,âÂ
âAbsolutely not,â San groans.Â
âBoth of you in heat?â Seonghwa shakes his head, âI donât know if we could handle that one,âÂ
âHa ha,â Wooyoung grumbles, âIâm not that bad,âÂ
âI donât know,â You relax into their touch, letting your eyes drift closed again, âI think I believe them,âÂ
He huffs into your shoulder, and San and Seonghwa both laugh again, shuffling lower in the bedding until all four of you are sandwiched together. Your body feels stiff, little cramps here and there, but for right now you can just relax and feel them close to you, their combined scents easing you into a warm mid-morning nap.Â
You spend the whole weekend tangled up with the three of them in every possible way, falling in and out of the peaks and valleys of your heat right alongside them. Itâs easier this time around, never feeling faded or too foggy even on your hardest days, everything you need just taken care of without question. Itâs surely the suppressants, but itâs them too, everything feeling so natural and easy and comfortable. You hardly have room to think of anything but yourself and the men with you until your heat breaks entirely.Â
You donât think of them once until itâs over, and then you do.Â
This time itâs immediate, a fast sinking feeling while youâre awake thatâs like being doused in ice cold water when drinking, an instantly sobering effect that leaves you blinking hard and slightly dizzy. San and Seonghwa arenât with you, theyâre in the kitchen making lunch while you and Wooyoung relaxed together in a bit of a post orgasmic haze, but all of a sudden you wish they were here.Â
âShit,â You breathe, pushing yourself into a sitting position and dragging the robe tighter around you.Â
âYou good?â Wooyoung asks from his position to your side.Â
âYeah,â You nod, âbut itâs done,âÂ
âThat was fast,â He murmurs, stroking your hair back, âI would have thought one more day,âÂ
âMe too,â You breathe, running your hands over your face and trying to get your head around things. Itâs both helpful that itâs Sunday so you can go back to work tomorrow, but too sudden, this heat a full two days shorter than the previous.
âWhat can I get you?â He rolls over onto one hip and looks up at you.Â
âCan you just hand me my phone,â You nod past him to where it sits on the charger, flipped over and silenced, âmy roommates are probably looking for me,â
âYeah,â He grabs it and then grabs the water bottle on the nightstand too, âhere, this too,âÂ
âThank you,â You take both, and then drink as much water as you can manage to soothe your dry throat.Â
Wooyoung slides up to sit next to you and rests a warm hand on your knee, but he stays quiet and lets you come back to center.Â
After three days of being with them you almost fully forgot how you left it at the studio, how you left it with them. When you light up your phone and actually take a look at your notifications your stomach knots up immediately. Thereâs fluff of course, random notifications from Instagram and Twitter, a few texts from friends and you can see that your roommates group chat is actively pinging with messages, but then you scroll a little further to texts from a few nights ago and feel your pulse quicken.Â
You hesitate a little, not sure if you really want to know what the unread text from Mingi says, but then you click it and lose your breath all over again.Â
Heâs freaking out a little bit, but I told him youâre probably already home and sleeping.Â
Which you are, right?Â
You swallow tightly, and then read the third one, sent fifteen minutes after the first two.Â
I just really hope youâre safe.
Now your chest hurts.Â
âWhat is it?â Wooyoung glances at you, but you know he knows.Â
It was real, you know it now. Deep in your core you know that every moment spent with them wasnât just your heat, and it wasnât just your hormones. The longing you felt after and your willingness to let them have every inch of you wasnât just nothing.Â
You hand him the phone silently, you just canât manage to say it out loud.Â
He reads the text and sees your expression, and all it once it dawns on him too. Wooyoung tucks your hair behind your ear and smooths his thumb along your jaw, âSo this heat was different wasnât it?âÂ
Your eyes fill with tears fast, and you wet your lips, âYeah,âÂ
âOh, babe,â His eyes soften.Â
âWoo,â You swallow hard to push the tears away, âI didnât know, I swear I didnât,âÂ
âFuck,â He gathers you close, leaning back into the cushions and tucking your face into his chest, âcome here, donât cry,âÂ
You hear the door creak open and you press your eyes closed tight.Â
âWhatâs going on in here?â San asks, his voice low and soothing, âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Wooyoung rubs your back and sighs, âLife sucks,âÂ
You laugh sharply into Wooyoungâs chest at his tone and nod your head, âFucking sucks,âÂ
âOh, y/n,â Seonghwa murmurs, âare you coming down already, Iâm so sorry we stepped out,âÂ
Your brain throbs, the memory of Mingi holding you steady as you cried last time flickering so brightly you can almost feel the echo of his arms around you and you bury your head deeper into Wooyoungâs chest as if that will be a place for you to hide away from all of this.Â
âGet in here,â Wooyoung says at that, âsheâs shivering,âÂ
Someone warm sidles up to your back, and at the warm scent of freshly brewed coffee you know itâs Seonghwa. He cuddles you both close and presses kisses along your shoulder, âWhatâs wrong, jagiya? Talk to us,âÂ
You search through your feelings, through all the things you could say or not say and all you can do is sigh, heavy and hard against Wooyoungâs warm skin. You push yourself back, rolling onto your back between them and you realize San is sitting on the edge of the bed by Seonghwa, reaching over his lover to rest his hand on your thigh.Â
You find Wooyoungâs hand in the tangled mess and lace your fingers together, âYouâve all been so wonderful to me the past couple of days,âÂ
âThatâs why youâre so upset?â Seonghwa smooths his hand over your forehead.Â
âI donât want to go back to normal,â You confess, âI donât want to go back to work,âÂ
Wooyoungâs brows knit together, fully empathizing with the part thatâs hurting so badly. In the clarity of your come down itâs readily apparent to you how different this has been from your time with Yunho and Mingi. This time was casual, this time was easy. The comfort of these two alphas was essential and soothing, but you donât want them, not like you wanted before. You had been so sure the ache in your body that yearned so deeply was something so easily written off, a biological want, but knowing better now hurts.Â
âWhy, jagi?â San strokes your skin lovingly.Â
âIâve been so stupid,â You pull your hand from Wooyoungâs and sweep both through your hair, wiping under your eyes as you get control of yourself, âWoo was right all along,âÂ
You know heâd normally make a joke, but he just nods, âIâm sorry,âÂ
âIs this about them?â Seonghwa asks softly.Â
You manage a nod, âHow am I supposed to go back to the studio?âÂ
âStop,â San shakes his head firmly, âitâs your studio too.âÂ
âIs it though?âÂ
âYes,â He squeezes you, âI know this hurts, but you said it yourself, they wanted it to be a one-time thing,âÂ
Misery curls in your gut at that thought, that your time with them really is over, but you nod, âTheyâve been pretty clear, they just want to be friends.âÂ
âAnd you?â San prompts you again, and Seonghwa looks up to him.Â
âIâve been moving on from them since it happened,â You murmur, âI guess I just didnât know before now if it was real or just⊠being an omega.âÂ
âAt least you know now,â Wooyoung offers quietly, âand I know this doesnât help, help, but next time when it feels real, youâll know it is, you can trust it.âÂ
You donât really want a next time with someone else, some faceless fated alpha, but you nod anyway.Â
Seonghwa leans into you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âI know itâs hard loving someone, or caring for someone like this when they donât feel the same,â he says quietly, âbut believe me when I say youâre worth a thousand of them, and this heartache will fade,âÂ
The room is still around you, quiet, and your breath hitches as you hang on his words and how true you know they are. Wooyoung reaches across you to brush his hand down Seonghwaâs arm, and you feel the weight of the bed change. When you open your eyes, San is gone.Â
âSannie?â You murmur.Â
Seonghwa shakes his head against yours, âHeâs fine,â he murmurs, âthis isnât about him,âÂ
âItâs complicated,â You surmise, turning to find Seonghwaâs brown eyes.Â
âIsnât it always?â He smiles, angles into a joke, and the moment of vulnerability is gone.Â
You let him hold you quietly in the middle of the bed for a moment before you manage, âWhat now?âÂ
âNow we get up,â Wooyoung squeezes your hand, âwe get cleaned up, and we get an absolutely delicious fucking dinner,âÂ
Despite the tears lingering in your eyes his words pull a laugh straight from your chest and you nod, âThat sounds⊠so good right about now,âÂ
âMhm,â Wooyoung nods, âyou canât let this pull you under again,âÂ
âI know,â You breathe.Â
âTomorrow will be fine,â He doubles down, âawkward, but youâve done that with them before. Youâll be just fine,âÂ
âOkay,â
âYou two can use the shower first if you want,â Wooyoung kisses your shoulder.Â
âShould we order in?â Seonghwa asks, still resting by your side.Â
âNo,â Wooyoung insists, âweâre going out, and weâre getting our minds off things.â Heâs off the bed a second later and he follows San out of the room, no room for argument now that heâs set his mind to cheering you back up.Â
Seonghwaâs quiet, but then he drops his lips to your gland and presses gentle kisses there to help soothe you before he asks, âAre you up to going out? I can pull the alpha card if you need to me to calm Youngie down,âÂ
If youâre being really truly honest, you want nothing more than to curl up in bed, but you know if you do that youâll just spend the next ten hours worrying about tomorrowâs inevitable encounter. You chew your lip and fight the urge to take his offer, âIt might be good for me to get out,â you settle on.Â
âThen weâre going,â He nods.Â
Seonghwa rolls off the bed, but you can feel the question lingering on your tongue and you reach out and take his hand, âHwa,â
âWhat is it?â He smiles softly down at you.Â
You smooth your thumb along the back of his hand, âYou and San,âÂ
His smile fades and his eyes flick away from yours for just a moment, âIâll tell you another time,âÂ
âYou donât have to,â You rush to correct, âbut youâve been here for me, and I just wanted you to know that Iâm here for you too,âÂ
âIâm fine, y/n, honestly,â He retracts his hand but you tighten your grip.Â
âIâm sure you are,â You hold his gaze, âbut Iâm still here,âÂ
He swallows tightly and then nods, âIâll start the shower for you,âÂ
You leave it here, you have to. With San so close in the next room and the way Seonghwa left you in bed you can practically feel his boundary line between you and you have to respect it. Maybe heâll tell you someday and maybe he wonât, but itâs clear to you that thereâs something swirling and deep between these two alphas and their omega. Even in the easiest relationships, things are hard.Â
With the room empty you take a moment and you turn your phone over in your hands. You need to put them out of sight and out of mind if youâre going to make it through the night at your own apartment without fixating on them and how you feel. But for just a moment you just canât help yourself.Â
With a sigh you open up your messages again and read through Mingiâs texts and then Yunhoâs. Your fingers hover over the keys and you wonder what message you could write back at this point that wouldnât feel terrible to them or to you, or what doors it might open, but you donât.Â
Seonghwa calls out to let you know the shower is warm and you pull yourself out of bed, leaving your phone once again face down on the dresser. It will just be what it will be, and nothing you do today will change that. You follow Seonghwa into the shower, and then you both follow Wooyoung and San out for the night.Â
It all feels normal almost immediately, like any other night out that youâve had with them before. You donât feel any longing, any desperate ache. You donât want to cling to Seonghwa or San at all, despite how good the weekend might have been. Suppressants or not, you feel normal. Clear.Â
The remaining tension with San is gone too, with practiced ease heâs back to his normal self. You know it clearly, heâs done this exact dance before. He laughs alongside Seonghwa like best friends do, with a perfectly acceptable amount of space between them. No heated glances, no touches under the table.Â
You think maybe all you have to do is learn how to dance like San.