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A string of notifications pinged on Seungmin’s phone, the ringtone sharp and loud enough to make the person in the next aisle glance over him with mild curiosity. Seungmin noticed that happening, before realizing that the sounds were actually coming from his phone. He unlocked it and blinked at it once before letting his arm fall in astonishment as he remained standing frozen in the middle of the cereal aisle. Imagine the standing man emoji, except Seungmin has his phone in one hand, with a bag of rice tucked under his arm and a basket full of soup packets and snacks on the other. To his surprise, his shopping cart was slowly drifting away from him already.
SLICK and sassy 💥💥💥
cutest channie
seungminnieeeee
helloooo hahaha
come homeeee
pls pls pls </3 </3
ultra cutie changbinnie
Need cuddles. Very urgent.
Like. Right now.
cutest channie
i second that
ultra cutie changbinnie
I third it
Wait Lmao that’s not how votes work
cutest channie
LMAO
changbinnie pabo
anyways
whatever u get it seungmin we need u...
cutest channie
KIM SEUNGMINNIEEEEE
REPLY
ADSSLJFSOWIOSXJKDAJDX
ultra cutie changbinnie
PLEASE come home. Our limbs are lonely.
And sad… And empty...
cutest channie
very sad limbs 😔
seungminnieee please
i’m on my knees
ultra cutie changbinnie
WE’RE on our knees
Seungmin’s thumb hovered over the chat box. Amusement was creeping into the corners of his lips. Oh my goodness, the omegas were being ridiculous(ly clingy) again.
Chan and Changbin had pulled this kind of stunt before—numerous times, actually. Very vague ‘we need you’ texts with no specific reason, fake emergency calls that turned into movie nights that lasted so long for them to call it a night at an ungodly hour the next morning, or dogpile ‘wrestling’ (read: fucking) in the living room are pretty much the norm. And honestly, Seungmin kind of adored it because it meant they wanted him, and that they felt incredibly safe with him.
Plus, he loves them deeply, more than he could ever say without choking on it, but God, sometimes they are just… maybe a little too dramatic over the most trivial things at times. Nevertheless, despite Seungmin’s constant complaining, he enjoys being on the receiving end of all the affection accompanied by over-the-top pining texts, GIF spams, and cuddle declarations like Seungmin’s absence was equivalent to living a life with no air.
To cut things short, Seungmin would gladly act oblivious a million more times if it meant his omega hyungs were happy and felt loved.
But right now? Hah, right now, he was sweaty and two hours past lunch, and he really just wanted to finish his grocery list that consisted of bigger quantities of the most boring essentials without having to quickly dash home over possibly just another day of the hyungs being playful with him, so Seungmin quickly typed in some replies.
kim seungmin
ay
ahahaha my omegas r now well-awake from their slumbr
behave hyungies wht thr fuk i jus got to the stor
litrlly like . 5mns ago
The two on the other end kept going, of course—escalating in tone and emojis, Chan laughing at the endless amount of typos Seungmin managed to type and correcting them while he's at it, and Changbin riding along with the teasing, to the point of even threatening poor Seungmin that they’ll both ‘perish from cuddle deficiency’. Like seriously, how badly do they need their alpha again this time? He could almost picture them sprawled dramatically on their bed, one of them typing while the other giving up on the exchange, whining directly into the throw pillows instead, and probably wrapped in three blankets in the middle of July, weeping like widows.
Seungmin rolled his eyes, fighting a purely fond smile.
kim seungmin
LMAOOOOOOO
okay damn chill
let me finish—wait no—let me Start shopping pls i beg
yes i just started pls
still need to grab more things, only by then will i head home
HAH no typos this time, channie hyung. take that
And he meant it, going home soon after shopping—well, kinda.
Seungmin took his time as he walked down another aisle at a much slower pace, justifying to himself that he had just arrived and needed more time to meticulously gather everything they needed at home. If his hyungs were really that desperate, they could wait a little longer. It wasn’t like simple cuddles had a time limit. They could pout at him all they wanted when he got home, Seungmin would give them that luxury.
He was still chuckling to himself as he skimmed the shelf for their favorite instant ramen flavors—Seungmin had no specific preference other than Neoguri ramyeon, while Changbin liked anything spicy. Chan usually liked cheesier variants, although he started acting bolder by developing a stronger interest in upping his spice tolerance. Seungmin ultimately decides on stocking up with instant noodles of different spice levels despite knowing that he’s definitely going over budget by the end of this trip with the way he’s currently acting.
The same time-consuming tactic went on until Seungmin completely treaded through each existing aisle of the supermarket.
And so what if he lingered for another twenty minutes at the self-checkout, trying to decide whether to get them ice cream too? Well, that wasn’t because he didn’t care, of course not!
He does care, and he just wants to have fun and join in on the teasing. He just didn’t know what was really in store for him at home, just yet.
Seungmin left their home at around three, maybe almost four in the afternoon; it’s already half past five, and the sky had already started to haze with sunset by the time Seungmin pulled into their driveway with tote bags filled to the brim, rustling against his wrist. He was humming to himself, earbuds in, fully expecting to walk into a house filled with obnoxious giggles, or a blanket fort that is better known in their household as their ‘cuddle traps’.
The front door creaked open, and that’s when it hit him—the scent.
It was humid—oppressively warm, if Seungmin were to describe it—and it reeked of something thick and primal, sickly sweet and dizzying. Borderline cloying, even. His breath caught mid-step.
“Oh…” Seungmin dragged the word. He slowly dropped the bags on the floor. “Oh, shit.”
He could not pinpoint the scents just yet, but he could already picture the sight of Chan and Changbin’s warmth pressed too tightly between their sheets.
“...You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. The living room was quiet, but the air was well-occupied with the aftermath of what seemed like restless bodies. He followed the trail; Just a tug through the nose and spine was enough, each step urging him closer and closer to his destination.
Down the hallway, past the closed bathroom, and finally behind the bedroom door, there they were—Chan and Changbin.
He cautiously opened the door after a few weak knocks, and to his surprise (well, not really), two flushed faces turned toward him instantly from the messy, crumpled bed. The window was well-fogged over. Sheets were half-kicked off, pillows were very much in disarray and surrounding both of them, buried in sweat and frustration. Changbin and Chan’s scents commingled in a borderline overwhelming way—ah! Seungmin finally has it! He then pondered that the scent of strawberries, roses, and coconut mixed into one is definitely not a bad idea. He’s quite obsessed. Perfumeries better watch their backs when Seungmin decides to invest and capitalize on this.
Anyway, Chan was lying flat on his back, shirt clinging to his chest, hair damp and sticking to his temple, chest rising and falling in desperate little pants. His arms weakly reached out as soon as he saw Seungmin. “Seungminnie…” He groaned.
Changbin, curled tightly beside him, let out a groan and buried his face in the mattress before turning his gaze up, red-rimmed eyes glistening. “Took you long enough,” he huffed, voice low and gravelly. “I’m dying. We’re dying, Seungmin-ah.”
Seungmin blinked, rubbing his temples and exhaling slowly in the process. It never got easier being an alpha attending to his omegas’ needs, no matter how many times this happened. He isn’t a superhero with superdick powers or whatever either, but yeah, he was right. Chan and Changbin were in heat again—at the same time.
“...You two are actually in heat?” he still confirmed incredulously. “I thought you were just pulling off another schtick. Y’know, when you two lure me into one of your cuddle traps as per usual.”
“We weren’t!” Chan whined after nodding so enthusiastically; his head could fall off. “We’ve been suffering! For hours!”
“Quite literally,” Changbin echoed with a hand thrown dramatically over his eyes. “You spent precious time at the supermarket. What brought you there, anyway?!”
“Dunno, just two of my hyungies forgetting the one favor I asked them to do, is all.”
“Ah—love you, Seungminnie,” Seungmin’s omegas breathily said in unison, voices barely above a whisper.
“Plus,” Seungmin said with a snort. “Oh my goodness, you should’ve told me straightforward—I completely forgot your heats were coming up. Can you blame me—”
“Stop talking, Seungmin-ah. Just-” Changbin groaned. “Need you.”
“Again, can you blame me, hm? Didn’t say you were actively combusting over here.”
“Because you wouldn’t have come faster if we did,” Chan mumbled.
“Well, Channie hyung, if that’s what you want to believe,” Seungmin scoffed, “Either way, I didn’t come home soon, did I?” Seungmin stood at the doorway for a minute, eyes flicking between the two of them, from their glistening eyes, to their flushed cheeks, and their sweat-damp shirts he oddly found attractive. Enticing. He also noticed the way they tremble even when lying still. Oh, how dramatic they were. How dramatically pretty, so strikingly beautiful.
Seungmin giggled the prettiest giggle he has ever let his lips escape. “Aww. My poor omegas,” he cooed too, tauntingly. “You mean to tell me you spent all this time curled up and writhing while I thought you two just missed me?”
Changbin growled softly, cheeks flushing even deeper. “You’re evil. Like, actually fucking evil. Devil’s spawn evil.”
“I am, thank you for pointing that out,” Seungmin replied proudly.
Chan flopped his arm across his face again and groaned into his own wrist. “Just—Seungmin, please. We’re overheating. It hurts.”
“Oh, I can tell,” Seungmin said, finally stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. He took his time peeling off his hoodie ever so slowly, revealing a slightly sheer white tank top underneath, watching how their eyes tracked him like magnetized steel. “Goodness, you two are such messes.”
“Stop talking like that unless you plan to help,” Changbin warned, his voice evidently ragged.
“Who says I don’t plan to help?” Seungmin teased, waddling over to the edge of the bed.
Both omegas made soft, hungry sounds at his nearness.
“But, like,” Seungmin added, now casually sitting on the edge of the bed just out of reach, “maybe I should make you ask a bit more nicely. I mean, don't I deserve it? You two did leave out a pretty important detail in your, uh, SOS.”
“Kim Seungmin,” Chan brokenly said, while Changbin echoed in a lower and more guttural tone.
“I hope you two know how cute you sound,” Seungmin murmured with a grin. “Begging for me.”
Chan whined. “Why are you like this?”
“Hm?” Seungmin leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from Changbin’s forehead, his voice dipping soft and dangerous. “Because I love watching you two fall apart.”
Changbin had reached the edge of his patience, skin fever-warm and breath shallow with want. Every second Seungmin spent being the little shit that he is, and every slow word and calculated smirk only frayed him further. And now, with Seungmin finally within reach and still talking, Changbin snapped.
Without another word, he grabbed Seungmin both by the wrist and his waist and yanked him onto the bed, the force of it both firm and urgent. Seungmin let out a surprised squeal as his back hit the mattress with a thump, with his smooth, silky legs folding awkwardly beneath him. Before Seungmin could even fix himself so he’d be comfortably lying down at the very least, Changbin was already one step ahead, grabbing onto his legs, and pulling them closer to where he was kneeling just to spread them just right. The sudden motion sent Seungmin’s head to fall off the pillows, making him lie flat onto the mattress so that all he could see was the ceiling and the dimly lit light bulb just right above him. Chan, on the other hand, is unfazed by the loud thump beside him.
Seungmin would typically nag at Changbin for not giving a heads up, but he recalled the last time Changbin tossed him onto the bed in a way that the wooden part of the headboard only missed his skull by dangerously mere inches. Never mind, this is fine, this is way better, Seungmin thought to himself.
And then, Seungmin laughed in a breathy, delighted sound that was just on the edge of a gasp. His cheeks flushed—not with embarrassment, but with utter excitement. Like his cocky demeanor miraculously vanishes whenever his omegas start laying their fingers on him. He loved this. The helpless little sound he made as Changbin steadied him before sitting atop his thighs made that fact unmistakable.
“Finally,” Changbin growled, voice thick with restraint. “You talk too much.”
Seungmin grinned, eyes sparkling back at him. “I’m done, I’m done. You two have all of me now.”
With that, Changbin wasted no time in taking Seungmin’s sweatpants off, stopping just beneath his knees only to discover that he—of course—wasn’t wearing any underwear. Changbin shivered in place as he stared at Seungmin’s rather short and slim cock. Chan, still lying flat beside Seungmin, noticed the sudden lack of motion and took a peek. Best believe that he, too, gasped at the sight.
“Fuck, Seungmin-ah,” Changbin whispered, leaning into Seungmin, getting a whiff of his scent: rich, dark coffee which was fusing with his favorite musky-woody perfume. Seungmin let out a low moan at the sound of Changbin sighing in satisfaction as he further leaned down and buried his face into his neck, feeling wet lips brush against it, kissing the same area over and over. He then let out a deeper moan as he felt the older man mindlessly pressing down, adding some weight onto Seungmin while bucking forward, his clothed thighs brushing past Seungmin’s cock.
Seungmin’s clearly turned on, his hardening cock practically confirms it. But why is he not inside Changbin, yet?
“Hyung, ‘n- I need to be in—” Seungmin whined into Changbin’s ear, fingers trailing down and tapping on the sides of his waist, making him stop for a moment. Changbin seemed to have understood, sitting back up as he quickly took off his bottoms.
Changbin hummed, slowly guiding Seungmin’s cock—which fits so perfectly on his manly, calloused hand, by the way—to his hole and slowly sinking into it when—
“Nghh! Hyung, you’re s-so, how’re you so w-wet,” Seungmin yelped as Changbin leaked with slick, immediately soaking Seungmin’s thighs and tank top with it. His cock throbbed inside him at the sensation, but Changbin doesn’t show any response; he just hopped at a slow, tentative pace instead, with his own hardened dick slapping onto Seungmin’s slender and clothed tummy at the motion, eliciting another yelp from him.
But knowing Changbin, a simple yelp or moan isn’t enough. He needs Seungmin to say something, scream his name, hold onto the mattress like his life depended on it, shed a tear or two when possible, even. He doesn’t care; he needs more. So, he puts more weight onto his hops, landing a bit harder and forcefully on Seungmin’s cock, skin slapping on skin as he leaks out more and more slick with each bounce.
“Seo Changbin! U-ugh!” Seungmin finally yelled, even making Chan flinch beside him. He yelled some more every time Changbin binkied on him consistently. And every single time his thighs felt much more drenched in Changbin’s slick, the room smelled more intensely like sweet, sweet strawberries in the process.
“Like being inside me, Seungmin-ah?” Changbin asked in a whisper, keeping the same pacing and force as he looks deeply into Seungmin’s eyes, sweat dripping down the sides of his forehead.
“Ye-yes! So good hy-hyung,” Seungmin moaned, high-pitched and breathy in pleasure. “F-for me, so good.”
“Yes pup, yes,” Changbin said breathily, gripping onto Seungmin’s hips for better anchorage as his motions grow stronger than before. “Keep those sounds louder for me, baby.”
While the wet sounds of Seungmin’s dick ramming in and out Changbin’s slicked hole make him twitch, “Hy-hyung, baby, I-I won’t—” Seungmin said this, short of breath and struggling to let words out his mouth. “La-last, uh, pl-please.”
Earlier, it was Changbin and Chan pleading for their alpha’s touch. Now, it was Seungmin’s turn to sound and be needy.
“Oh yeah? That so?” Changbin exhaled as he slows down on top of Seungmin, grinding on his dick instead, still with equal fervor. Both Seungmin and Chan found it hot. “Then make it last. Last for me. For Channie hyung, too.” He ordered.
“Channie hyung,” struggling to keep it together while Changbin kept that pace, Seungmin reached for Chan, who was still lying flat beside him. Chan didnt’t immediately respond to either his name or the light tug on the hem of his shirt, as he was very much entranced by the sight of Changbin enjoying himself on top of their dongsaeng. He was already leaking slick, too, a small yet noticeable patch already forming on his underwear. “Hyung?” He called out once more.
Snapping out of his trance, Chan finally hummed in acknowledgement, his body now facing his alpha. “Hm, Seung?”
“H-help, ‘e,” Seungmin panted as he traced his hand down to Chan’s cock buried under a thick pair of boxers, stroking its length as he requests, “Fuck, I need you, hyung-ah.”
“Hm?” Chan hissed at the touch as he grinds up at Seungmin’s hand, “Need a distraction, yeah?”
“Y-yeah, just- just for a bit,” Seungmin admitted. “C-can’t look at Changbinnie hyung for longer. ‘M not gonna last.”
“Okay, then stroke it faster, Minnie.” Chan let out a sharp exhale as soon as Seungmin complied with his request. The friction on Chan’s cock after a few strokes was enough for him to curl up and inch towards Seungmin, too, until…
Until he decided that it wasn’t enough.
Chan pulled away from Seungmin’s touch, which made the alpha whine at the sudden halt.
“Don’t worry, pup,” Chan caressed his face, putting a finger against the space between his lips. Seungmin licked Chan’s thumb and sucked on his fingertip before prying his own mouth open for him.
“So needy for us, hm?”
For some reason, the soft, interrogative hum at the end of Chan’s questions always managed to make Seungmin short-circuit and moan with each one.
“Always satisfying to see how the tables turn when we’re in bed, y’know,” Chan continued. “You tease us whenever we’re in heat and when we need you, but you always end up like this. Following our orders so easily. Folding at our sight.”
Seungmin chuckled defeatedly. Sure, he could keep acting like a tough guy all he wants and he can keep pretending like he’s got his omegas under control, but with the way Changbin’s in the background, Seungmin’s dick deep inside him and chucking in agreement to what Chan just declared, there is no use in denying the fact that he is nothing but a puppet of his hyungs’ fun little games.
“Now bigger, Seungmin,” Chan told him, tugging at Seungmin’s lower lip. “Keep that pretty mouth open for me.”
Seungmin wondered why, but he wanted to be nothing but the best and most obedient for him, so he kept his position nevertheless.
He also doesn’t remember seeing Chan taking off his boxers, throwing them on the floor, and getting up to position his crotch just a very few inches away from his face, either, but it wasn't a bad thing that he didn't see at all, no.
Seungmin’s neck was now situated between Chan’s thighs. It’s unclear to him why Chan is currently kneeling and looking down at him, and he has zero clue as to what Chan is about to do next. With his mouth still open, Seungmin looked up with his eyes narrowed, like a question was forming through them.
“Mhm,” Chan affirmed, still giving absolutely no information about his desire. Seungmin was left to guess that since Chan’s balls were closest to his tongue, that’s what he wants to get done. So, Seungmin licked a tentative strike across his hyung’s scrotum, the tip of his tongue adding more pressure on other parts, seeing what the omega would think of it.
That seemed to have done the trick—Chan cried out a strained groan at the heavenly sensation, making him fall further down into Seungmin’s mouth.
“Fuck, Seungmin. Just like that, pup,” He breathed heavily. It didn’t take too long for Chan to start covering Seungmin’s neck with his leaking slick while Seungmin warmed him up and sucked him like no tomorrow. The latter was moaning with each praise he received and with his face buried between his hyung’s warm thighs.
“This good, hyungie?” Seungmin muffled, taking in the sweet, rose-y coconut scent that emitted off of Chan, to which he didn’t get a verbal reply. Just the warmth of his breath landing on Chan’s flushed skin, earning a squirm from him, and another series of moans was enough confirmation that it was indeed good. He might not last, but who knows?
Chan started cycling around his mouth, making sure Seungmin took him in whole, leaving no skin dry.
Seungmin choked on it the first time, and then choked again when Chan triggered the same area, eyes rolling back as he gagged around Chan’s swelling scrotum, inhaling in breaths and air mixed with Chan’s scent when he got the chance.
Now overwhelmed by heat pooling onto his neck, the sounds Chan has been making as he circled his hips around his mouth, and by the feeling of Changbin’s ass repeatedly clenching onto his dick, he couldn’t take it in much longer before he announced garbled up words Chan and Changbin can’t quite decipher.
“Huh? Use your words, Seungmin-ah,” Changbin teased, still grinding on him.
Chan, who looked like he was also on the verge of coming just by having Seungmin under him, whined when the younger put an abrupt stop to his sucking. “Ah! ‘M close! Let me come, hy- hyung.” Seungmin said, spit pooling on this tongue and dripping off the sides of his mouth.
It didn’t take long for Seungmin to release inside Changbin, cum filling him to the brim and overflowing inside his ass. Changbin, too, followed as he came untouched. He came only by pure arousal and at the sensation of his stiff dick slapping against bare skin caused by Seungmin’s top curling just above his stomach from all the action. Thick ropes of cum soil both their clothes and bodies, and Changbin’s face and thighs are flushed red.
He was attractive like this. Chan looked back at him and thought that. So he set aside what Seungmin did to him that pushed him to the edge, allowing his dongsaeng to take a look at their other omega. He got off from Seungmin albeit hesitantly, crouching down to plant a kiss on his forehead before doing so to reveal Changbin, who had his head thrown back and was taking deep breaths, coming down from his high.
Seungmin, too, thought Changbin was attractive in his current state—flushed, sweaty, satisfied, all while he’s on top of him.
Chan’s voice broke through the quiet moments after with a soft, pitiful whine, one laced with longing and just enough tremble to make Seungmin’s chest ache. The alpha looked up from where he was lying flat on his back, breath still shaky, and spotted Chan anticipating and hovering nearby, kneeling almost near the edge of the bed, arms limp at his sides, and with wide and watery eyes. His lips were swollen from biting his lip back earlier, parted slightly.
“You forgot about me…” Chan whispered, barely louder than the rustle of sheets.
“Aww, baby. Never,” Seungmin said, voice melting into something fond and gentle as he reached out for him again with one arm. “C’mere. I’ve got you, hyungie.”
Seated firmly on Seungmin’s thighs, Changbin slowly glanced over at Chan. Still catching his breath, but understanding immediately. With a tired hum, he shifted back and peeled himself off of Seungmin, murmuring something like ‘he’s all yours’ to their Channie hyung as he slid to the side. His limbs ached and trembled with every move of his muscles, a bit reminiscent of when he was new to working out with weights, but his eyes held no resentment. He knew how this worked. He knew he and Chan shared an alpha, and it’s now time for him to spend time with Seungmin.
Seungmin groaned softly—part from exhaustion, part from effort—as his thighs finally relaxed under the loss of Changbin’s weight. But even then, even wrung out as he was, he still had strength for Chan. He always did.
“Come here, hyungie,” he softly said again while sitting up to rest his back against the headboard, to which Chan crawled over without hesitation, movements shaky and uncoordinated, until he was hovering above Seungmin, settling carefully on top of his lap—chest against chest, arms slipping around his neck. The omega folded into him easily, like he’d been waiting his whole life to be held like this again.
Seungmin caught Chan instinctively, arms encircling his back and cradling him close.
“Sorry, hyungie,” he whispered into the crook of Chan’s neck in reassurance. Chan shivered in his arms but said nothing as he buried his face into Seungmin’s shoulder. “I’ll never forget about you, of course not.”
Seungmin kissed his temple first: light and lingering, lips pressed to the damp skin just at the edge of Chan’s hairline, and Chan tilted slightly into the touch. Then Seungmin moved lower, trailing a breath down the side of his face before pressing a second kiss to his jaw. Chan hums lowly at the warmth and scent coming off his alpha as his lips rest there a moment, as if anchoring them both.
Chan exhaled shakily, and that was all it took for Seungmin to shift, guiding his hyung’s face gently with a hand at the base of his skull.
Seungmin’s lips met with Chan’s with care, but Chan pressed forward instinctively, chasing the contact, and Seungmin responded in kind. The kiss deepened just like that, unfurling like a breath held too long. The tips of their noses bumped clumsily for half a second before settling again.
“Hyu- ug-ughh,” Seungmin felt Chan’s greed with every second the kiss lasted. He moaned at the passion enveloping Chan’s tongue that was harshly spearing inside his mouth. Their bodies stayed pressed close, chests rising and falling in rhythm. One of Seungmin’s hands kept stroking up and down Chan’s back as a means of grounding him. The other slid up into Chan’s hair, fingers threading through damp strands as if memorizing the texture.
“Seung-, Seungminnie, please, in—ahh,” Chan struggleed to utter as he instinctively bucked into Seungmin’s now-twitching cock, in desperate need of friction. “In me, pl-please.”
Seungmin’s eyes flicked up and stared at the sight of Chan’s furrowed brows, getting agitated at the lack of cock inside his leaking hole.
“Jesus, Kim Seungmin. Stop fucking staring and put that dick inside m—nggh, ahh!” Chan cried out a combination of whines and moans after a beat too long of an unresponsive Seungmin. “So hard for me, alpha, hm?” Chan continues as he adjusts to Seungmin’s dick, voice low and teasing.
Seungmin only smiled, lips still pink and kiss-bitten. His chest rose slowly beneath Chan’s weight, his heartbeat still running a touch too fast. He looked up at his hyung—his omega—and nodded without hesitation.
But Chan wants to hear Seungmin. He wants to hear his honey voice say, Yes, my love. For you, or something of equal caliber. He kept the movements shallow as he awaited Seungmin’s response, barely rising off Seungmin’s dick before grinding back down in a relaxed pace, circling his hips occasionally in the same motion he used when he was balls deep (well, literally) into Seungmin’s mouth just moments ago. He circles him so smoothly as his plump ass easily swallows his cock whole.
“Hm, Seungmin?”
“I’m all yours, Channie.” He finally said, dropping the honorifics.
Chan visibly shivered at that. His fingers curled slightly, nails sinking into flushed skin as he started bouncing on Seungmin at a fast pace. “Say it again. I need to hear it again, Seungmin.”
Seungmin’s warm palms glided from Chan’s shoulder until he settles them beneath his shirt, tracing the dips and curves of his spine with reverence.
“I’m yours,” He said it slower this time, but with more conviction, like a vow whispered into the dark. “Now yours.” A soft, fragile sound escaped Chan’s throat—a laugh or a whimper, or more possibly both. It was rather cute, nonetheless.
“So, so pretty.” Chan murmured, seething soon after he felt Seungmin wiggling under him at the declaration.
He began to bounce on Seungmin with more force. Seungmin leaned his head backward, fingers gripping onto the mattress with eyes closed, as he opens his mouth, tongue out, catching his breath at the stimulation.
Chan suddenly didn't know where to look, darting between Seungmin—his face, his neck tinted tomato red and glistening with the sweet slick of his own doing, his sweaty tank top soiled with fluids of all sorts, with shoulder straps settling snug on his broad shoulders—and an equally flushed Changbin looking at them with intent, until he settles: “Eyes on me, Seungmin.” He said, grabbing him by the chin.
Seungmin complied with no restraint, opening his eyes slowly to be greeted by Chan growling lowly as soon as he does. He bucks up to meet Chan, moaning loudly whenever their skins slap against each other bare.
“Channie, ag- ughhh, again,” Seungmin murmured, voice low, nearly trembling with urgency. “Kiss me. Please…”
Chan scoffed before leaning in, again closing the space between them, and dragging Chan’s luscious lips into a kiss that was all hunger and heat and devotion. Their mouths met hard. Seungmin’s thin lips parted before they even touched.
Chan gasped into it, surprised at the suddenness but melting almost instantly, responding with equal need. Seungmin’s hands slid out from inside Chan’s top, cradling his face, trying to memorize the shape of him and the taste. It was every bit of Seungmin’s restraint breaking at the seams again, pouring out through the press of lips and the quiet, aching sound he made into Chan’s mouth.
But then—
Another firmer hand tugged gently at Chan’s neck. A familiar weight dipped into the mattress next to them, warm breath grazing both their skin, and a familiar berry scent filling up the space between them.
Seungmin barely had time to register it before Chan’s face was being pulled away from him and minutely to the side, and suddenly Changbin’s mouth was on Chan’s instead—smoother, slower, a teasing, almost annoying contrast to Seungmin’s fire. The kiss between them was just as consuming, but with a different rhythm that was more savoring and unhurried than not. It was sensual. Changbin kissed like he knew he was stealing something, and he wanted to make sure it was worth it.
Seungmin blinked, breathless, lips still parted dumbly from the loss.
“Hyung,” he huffed, half-laughing and half-scolding.
But Changbin didn’t answer. He didn’t even bother to look at him.
He was far too preoccupied, mouth still pressed onto Chan’s. Before they knew it, the kiss grew messier with every second, from poise to all noise, heat, and hunger. There was nothing elegant about it anymore; just the raw, unfiltered need of someone who had waited long. Changbin deepened the kiss with a low groan that made Chan cling tighter.
“Ugh, but I didn’t say you could take him,” Seungmin muttered, voice low but fond. He stared for a beat longer, almost offended by the audacity. Almost.
But it was hard to stay annoyed when the sight before him was this intoxicating.
If anything, he grew incredibly horny by seeing his two buffed-up omegas making a mess of each other’s pretty faces.
But still, Seungmin huffed. “Un-fucking-believable.”
Changbin, completely immersed in the act, continued to devour Chan like he couldn’t get enough, and Chan, so obviously loving every second of it, arched toward the attention, lifting himself a bit from Seungmin, practically exposing the base of his alpha’s dick while whimpering into the kiss like it was air. He roams Changbin’s chest with his long and gentle fingers before ultimately pinching a patch of loose skin, making him let out a high-pitched yelp. This allows Chan to slip his tongue to explore Changbin’s mouth further.
The sight before Seungmin was so beautiful, he thinks—Chan pliant and willing between them, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into Changbin’s kiss. All Seungmin could do was let his hand slide down to grip Chan’s hips and push them back down, continuing the pace Seungmin doesn’t wanna lose by clenching his ass to buck further into him; Chan began reducing his bounces to dragging grinds, and it wasn’t helping at all.
He felt Chan’s cock twitching in between them, due to these things happening to him all at once. Just before Seungmin was about to take a handful of Changbin’s slick to lubricate his hardening cock, he asked himself—what better way to insert Changbin hyung into this by making him wrap his hand around their Channie hyung’s length, stroking it as Seungmin, on the other hand, ruts into him, fucks him dumb?
So Seungmin did just that. He slowly reached for Changbin’s ass cheeks, taking some slick that was spread across them. He was surprised by the amount he was able to collect just by a simple swipe of his hand. “Hyung,” he called for Changbin in a hushed manner. He then grabbed his free hand as soon as he looked back, saying, “On Channie hyung.”
Changbin was quick to realize that he was given a handful of his own fluids, but he didn’t flinch. He hummed in acknowledgement, immediately lubricating Chan slowly to make things more pleasurable and easier when he started stroking his girthy cock, drawing out a hiss from him in return. “Hyung, all good?”
“Fu- fuck you, Changbi— ahh,” Chan murmured as Changbin took care of both the base and his tip of his hyung’s cock, making sure to not leave any area untouched. The feeling sent blood rushing all over his face, his body, but most especially to his second head. At this point, the two omegas have stopped kissing, and Changbin started focusing on making Chan finish.
Seungmin didn’t need much more than the sight in front of him—Changbin fully immersed in satisfying the moaning mess he had made Chan become, though rubbing his thumb onto his cock’s slit, and Chan, a trembling, flushed mess between them. That alone was almost enough to send him spiraling. He let out a shaky breath, palm trailing over himself in a slow, grounding touch, trying to steady the rising pressure coiling deep in his gut.
The soft sound of his breath caught Chan’s attention.
And just like that, Chan’s head turned, pupils blown so wide, and already enormous lips still swollen and spit-slick from Changbin’s kisses. With a sharp inhale, he shifted, now drawn back to Seungmin like instinct. Without a word, he started upping the pace again by hopping back onto Seungmin’s (short, almost non-existent) length with force greater than before, hips moving like he knew what Seungmin needed and was all too eager to give it.
“Nghh, I’m close, I’m clo—” Chan choked on his own spit while trying to say that he could come at any moment.
“Together, hyung, I’m close, too,” Seungmin replied, miraculously intelligible despite feeling like he’s going to faint from the sheer onslaught of pleasure and pain. Chan and Changbin, at this point, are mewling their own pleas. Variations of the words ‘harder’, ‘faster’, and ‘deeper’ filled the room, as well as soft moans and breathy ‘yes’es from Seungmin.
Chan can feel Seungmin quickly grow inside him, making it so clear he’d explode, knot any second. He bit his lip and nodded at his alpha, keeping his eyes fixed on him as he sank deeper, practically almost crushing him.
“F-fuck, holy fuck, Chan!” Seungmin shivered, bringing a hand to his mouth as he screamed into it, finally swelling and pumping his load inside Chan. “Oh my fucking god, oh, oh! Fuck!”
“Fuck, faster, Changbin!” Chan yelled, and with a final tug and twist, Chan finally came, too, covering the entirety of Changbin’s fist in cum.
Changbin blinked at the sight, then up at the ceiling, and then back at both Seungmin and Chan, who were suddenly dead silent after their rambunctious affair. His chest rose and fell in shallow waves, and a flush crept up his neck as the realization settled—he had come untouched. Again. How does this keep happening? He doesn’t quite know.
And he wasn’t sure whether to be mortified or impressed by the fact that it happened twice within the same hour.
Beside him, Seungmin let out a low exhale, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he tried to properly gather himself. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t tease, though the ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips when he noticed the dazed look on Changbin’s astonished face.
With that, he quietly makes a mental tally.
Changbin seemed to be wrecked, but his face was laced with pure contentment, so that’s a check on his end. Chan is absolutely boneless, currently leaning towards him and on his chest, still twitching ever so often when Seungmin’s hand absentmindedly brushes the wide width of his back. Check. Still leaking with slick, doesn’t know how that’s possible, but okay. He’s fond. Satisfaction and heat soothed—he has yet to find out whether he had fulfilled the latter, but just in case, he already counts this as a double check.
Oh, and he’s very much stuck inside Chan; the knotting bit was not essential. It’s more of a bonus, really. Bonus check.
Anyway, their breaths still came heavy and staggered in the quiet, the air thick with scent—his own warm coffee-like musk wrapped around and blended with the rich sweetness of his omegas. It clung to their skin and clothes, leaving a haze of something both comforting and intoxicating.
And God, it was warm. Warmer than it had been before they started. The kind of humid heat that left their shirts damper than damp, their hair sticking to temples, and Seungmin groaning softly as he shifted—everything beneath the waist was just impossibly slick and sticky.
He might’ve rolled his eyes to show his omegas how inconceivably messy they are, but truthfully? He didn’t mind, not when it was their mess. Not when it meant they were safe, and sated, and tangled up in each other.
Much later, when the sweat had dried a bit, they were still pressed together, limbs tossed wherever they fit. Chan was draped across Seungmin’s side, cheek nuzzled into his shoulder; Changbin was on the other, curled slightly inward with one arm slung lazily across Seungmin’s stomach.
“Your shirt’s wet,” Changbin giggled, voice muffled against Seungmin’s collar.
“Ass. You think yours isn’t?” Seungmin replied, shifting just enough to squirm. “I’m just as soaked as you are, you fucking omega.”
“Oh hohoho, alpha, not our fault you enjoy being used as a uh, dunno, a mattress,” Chan added sleepily yet in a snotting tone, as if teasing him a bit, his lips brushing Seungmin’s jaw. "We know y'like being hopped on, okay?"
“Hey, wha—well, didn’t hear either of you complaining earlier,” Seungmin shot back, though his voice softened at the edges, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. “So…”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re still gross,” Changbin said, but he tightened his grip all the same.
Seungmin huffed out a laugh, arms tightening around both of them. “Yeah, well. Says you. We barely even touched y—”
Changbin forcefully slapped a hand onto Seungmin’s mouth, shutting him up. Albeit muffled, cackles still managed to escape his lips.
Yeah, their shirts were clammy, they felt sticky all over, their legs tangled, and the sheets were far beyond salvation—but none of them moved to change a thing.
Nowhere near soon, just yet.