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Fuma groans loudly as Euijoo grinds his hips down, his fingers digging into the omega’s thighs as he weakly bucks up into him. Euijoo lets out a breathy giggle, big eyes staring Fuma down from above. He clenches down around Fuma’s cock and knot, causing the alpha to groan once more.
Another laugh leaves Euijoo as he closes his eyes, leaning forward into Fuma slightly. His hands press down against his chest, soft palms and fingers gently gripping at the muscles there. He lets out a soft whimper as he rocks his hips forward, feeling the way Fuma’s cock twitches inside of him. Euijoo’s eyes crack open to look down at the alpha, his mouth partially dropped open in pleasure, soft pants leaving him.
Sweat drips down Euijoo’s face and down along his neck, where purple and red hickeys are on full display. Fuma can see the marks of his mating bites—one on the left side, where Fuma has bitten him, and one on the right side, where Nicholas has bitten him. Teeth marks that will never fully fade away, especially because both Fuma and Nicholas enjoy constantly re-biting the marks to make sure it never happens. Euijoo is so beautiful, especially like this. Skin flushed and warm, his already big eyes somehow even wider and always wet with tears threatening to spill.
“Fuck,” Fuma groans deeply as Euijoo circles his hips, clenching down around his knot again. “Euijoo… please—”
Euijoo’s lips curl up into a teasing smile, his head tilting as he grinds down hard into Fuma’s hips. “Please what, Fuu-chan?” His tone of voice is teasing, sharp.
Fuma bites down onto his lower lip as he squeezes Euijoo’s thighs, nails digging further into the flesh there. He’s so overwhelmed right now—Euijoo is currently in heat, and Fuma is helping him. Mostly because he’s the only alpha of their three person relationship, but also because he loves to help Euijoo when he’s like this. They’re on round three, at the very moment, and Fuma is exhausted. He’s not even sure how he’s been able to go so long, if he’s honest with himself. His cock is buried deep inside of Euijoo right now, his knot still swollen inside of him at the same time, and since Euijoo is in heat, it takes longer for his knot to fully deflate than it does when neither of them are in the middle of a cycle.
He is very much helpless right now, lying underneath Euijoo as the omega keeps grinding their hips together and clenching down around him, milking Fuma’s cock continuously. Fuma can barely take it, cock sensitive inside of Euijoo. He whimpers, looking up at Euijoo with slightly shaky eyes.
“Euijoo,” Fuma nearly whines his name, his hips weakly bucking up. “Please—you keep…”
“Aww, oppa.” Nicholas’s voice makes Fuma shiver, his eyes snapping over towards the other omega. Nicholas smiles sharply, mockingly, as he shifts to be sitting up on his knees beside the two of them. “What’s wrong? You can’t handle it?” Nicholas murmurs the words in a condescending manner, sliding a hand along Fuma’s abdomen.
Euijoo giggles at Nicholas’s words, rocking his hips back and forth as if to prove Nicholas right. That Fuma is too overwhelmed right now and he can’t handle it. Fuma’s vision blurs a little as tears begin to spring up in the corners of his eyes, his gut churning with arousal and humiliation alike. Nicholas smirks down at the alpha before he turns his head and kisses Euijoo deeply, the hand in Fuma’s stomach gently pressing down into.
Some kind of wounded sound is punched from Fuma’s lungs as he watches the two omegas kiss, shuddering as Euijoo’s hips only start to rock faster. His cock is half-hard inside of Euijoo now, and he’s pretty sure that Euijoo is getting ready to ride the hell out of him again, even if the two of them are still connected this way. Nicholas pulls away from Euijoo with an exaggerated pop, humming out as he turns back to look at Fuma with burning eyes.
“Joojoo can’t get enough of you, oppa,” Nicholas says, a grin spreading across his face. “Right, baby?”
Euijoo nods his head as he starts bouncing in place, biting at his lower lip. Fuma’s knot tugs at his rim as he does, still locked into place, but the sensation of it just sends a jolt of pleasure through Fuma’s body, sending a shudder right through him. Euijoo moans from on top of him, tilting his head back as his hands press into Fuma’s chest.
“Can’t get enough, Fuu-chan.” Euijoo pants softly as he bounces, repeating Nicholas’s words, rocking and grinding his hips down into Fuma’s.
Fuma lets out a stuttering breath, back arching up from the bed as Nicholas’s hand runs up along his stomach. “But I’m—”
“You’re tired?” Nicholas asks, tilting his head like a pup. Fuma attempts to growl, a deep rumbling coming from his chest and the back of his throat, and it only serves to make Nicholas laugh at him. “Awww, poor alpha… can’t even handle one little omega milking his cock for a bit, huh?”
Fuma attempts another growl, this time succeeding as it actually makes it through his teeth, lips curled up into a bit of a snarl. Nicholas doesn’t bat an eye, not threatened in the slightest. Euijoo gasps out softly in response, instead, his fingers digging themselves into Fuma’s pecs as he starts to bounce faster in place.
“Keep going, Joojoo.” Nicholas encourages the other omega as he leans up and presses a kiss to the side of his neck, biting down onto it lightly after. “Make him cum again. Oppa needs to fill you with so many pups.”
Euijoo whimpers softly himself as his eyelids flutter, lashes fanning out over his cheeks. Fuma groans loudly, trying desperately to reject the entire idea—yet he knows just how weak he really is, especially to the whims of his two mates. He could have easily stopped Euijoo by now if he really, truly wanted to, and he knows that if he were to say ‘stop’ right now, both Euijoo and Nicholas would drop their acts and tend to him immediately.
But Fuma is only a man—he is really truly an alpha when it comes to these two—and he is just as driven by his dick as he is his brain. Euijoo feels so good around him, and he likes the way Nicholas talks down to him. There’s a sense of shame burning within him right now, but it’s mixed with so much pleasure that Fuma doesn’t even care. The room is drenched in their scents, sweet fruit and matcha and woods mixed with the smell of the ocean and jasmine. Fuma is entirely too dizzy right now.
“Fuu-chan.” Euijoo whines out the nickname, making Fuma whimper underneath him. The omega fucks himself down onto Fuma’s sensitive cock as Nicholas shifts on the bed once more, moving behind Euijoo. Nicholas wraps his arms around Euijoo’s middle, sitting up on his knees as he hooks his chin over Euijoo’s shoulder. “Feels so good, Fuu-chan… need your cum so badly, alpha…”
Fuma shudders and whines, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment. When he opens them, he meets Nicholas’s gaze—who is watching him with dark eyes, pupils dilated and focused. He whimpers loudly, pathetically—despite how tired he is, and how sensitive his cock is, he can’t help but push up into Euijoo. If he can’t pull out, then he might as well do what his omega wants of him. He’ll fuck him full of pups yet.
“You’re so cute down there, oppa…” Nicholas muses, giggling softly between his words. His hands gently run over the front of Euijoo’s body, one going up to squeeze at his chest while the other pushes down until it reaches where Euijoo’s cock is bobbing up and down as he bounces. “You really can’t say no to us, can you? Joojoo is just too cute for you to resist, hm?”
Fuma groans, nodding quickly as he fucks up into Euijoo, his attempts to do so rather pathetic. He’s tired and he doesn’t have the strength in him like he had before. But he wants to make Euijoo feel good and he wants to provide—he’s their alpha, after all—and he wants to get Euijoo pregnant.
“You should get used to this, oppa.” Fuma shudders again as he watches Nicholas’s fingers wrap around Euijoo’s cock, and Euijoo whines loudly as he clenches down around Fuma’s cock. Nicholas leans in, mouthing along the side of Euijoo’s neck before gently biting down on the mating mark there. Euijoo gasps out as he does, shuddering. “When Joojoo is done with you, I’m gonna have a turn next…”
Fuma can imagine it—Nicholas being trapped on his cock and milking him for his worth. Even more brutal and unforgiving than Euijoo is being, because while Nicholas is soft and loving outside of the bedroom, he likes to be a tease when inside of it. Fuma moans loudly, his hands sliding up to grip at Euijoo’s hips as he pulls the omega’s hips down to meet his own, grinding up into him roughly. Fuma’s cock throbs inside of him, his knot starting to swell again.
Euijoo whines his name out then, body leaning forward as Nicholas’s hand strokes his cock, pre-cum leaking from it and landing on Fuma’s abs below. “Need it so bad—ah, ah, Fuu-chan, please, need you—” Euijoo moans loudly, high-pitched and needy. His eyes are sparkling, wet with tears, and Fuma understands.
His own eyes are still watery, and it only gets worse as another orgasm starts to burn inside of him. He doesn’t know how much more he’s got in him, but it’s all he can do, and he’s going to do it well. A sniffle leaves Fuma as he feels Euijoo grind down against his knot, his hips quickly rocking back and forth as he moves his hands up to Fuma’s shoulders.
“Poor oppa,” Nicholas coos, soft yet mocking, his fist squeezing around Euijoo’s cock as he strokes it faster. “Look, he’s going to cry, Joojoo. Our big alpha is going to cry.”
Euijoo hiccups softly on a giggle, biting at his lower lip as a few stray tears fall from his eyes. This wouldn’t be the first time Fuma’s cried during sex, though—he doesn’t cry a lot outside of the bedroom, but he lets himself cry with his mates because he knows they’ll take care of him if he does. Nicholas’s words cause a deep burning within Fuma’s gut, pushing him further and further to the edge.
“Too much,” Fuma gasps the words out, despite the fact that he’s already too late. He’s already on the edge and he’s going to cum again, either way. “Euijoo… Nicho—” Fuma whines, another pathetic noise that bubbles up from his throat. Tears start to roll down his cheeks, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. “I'm—I need—”
Nicholas groans from where his chin is perched on Euijoo’s shoulder, his free hand now gripping at Euijoo’s hip. “Fuck… fuck, oppa. Come on, do it. Fill Euijoo up, alpha. Make sure he’s bred full of your pups.”
The omega’s words snap the string keeping Fuma together. He lets out a soft sob as he bucks up into Euijoo, a strangled moan leaving him. Euijoo cries out at the same time, fingers digging into Fuma’s shoulder as they both cum—Fuma with his cock and knot still buried deep inside of Euijoo, and Euijoo into Nicholas’s fist, streaks of white painting over Fuma’s stomach.
Another quiet sob leaves Fuma as Euijoo clenches down around his spent cock, the sensitivity of it all making him shudder. Fuma’s hands land on the bed on either side of himself, gripping at the sheets as he slowly comes down from the high. Euijoo is slow and careful as he leans down and kisses Fuma, deep and loving yet soft. One of Euijoo’s hands slips up to cup his cheek, holding it as he runs a thumb over the top of Fuma’s cheek gently.
“So good, Fuu-chan.” Euijoo whispers against his mouth, a soft smile curling to his lips.
Fuma sniffs softly, blinking the tears out of his lashes. He watches with somewhat blurry vision as Nicholas lets Euijoo go, moving out from behind him in order to move to Fuma’s side. As Euijoo sits up again, Nicholas leans down, one hand pushing Fuma’s bangs back as he presses a soft kiss to the alpha’s lips. Fuma lets out a quiet hum, kissing back before Nicholas pulls away.
“What a good alpha,” Nicholas murmurs, smiling cheekily down at Fuma. His eyes twinkle with soft amusement. It makes Fuma chuckle weakly.
Euijoo giggles quietly as well, shifting just a little on top of Fuma. The alpha groans softly as Euijoo carefully lays himself down across Fuma’s body, pressing his face into the right side of Fuma’s neck and breathing in deeply.
“Now we can rest,” Euijoo mumbles, pressing a kiss to his neck. Fuma can’t help but chuckle again, one of his hands now coming up to rest over Euijoo’s back, a soft smile making its way to his face.
Nicholas joins them, lying down beside them and curling up against Fuma’s side. He throws one leg over theirs, curling it between them, as he buries himself into the other side of Fuma’s neck. He presses a kiss to the skin there, one arm curling around Euijoo’s back as well, reaching his hand out to take Fuma’s into his and lace their fingers together. Fuma breathes in deeply as his eyes fall shut, the exhaustion finally taking over. He’ll wake up in a couple of hours to Euijoo being needy again, but he won’t mind in the slightest.