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Hwanjoong always thought he was one of the people who gained weight easily. He could be sniffing a cake and gained one kilogram and need a month to shed that extra weight. But when he got his first heat, and he collapsed on the floor in the middle of his bedroom, he knew something was off.
Hwanjoong woke up in the hospital bed with an IV in his arm and a nurse telling him—very gently—to not sit up too fast.
Not that he wanted too, because—fuck!---this hospital bed, pillow and blanket were so comfy!
He thought it was just a mishap. You know, first heat and inexperienced…
The dizziness, the heat under his skin that wouldn’t go down no matter how cold his room felt now. How his hands and fingers shook so much, he sent messages with lots of typos to his friends, and his inability to even hold a glass of water with one hand—like his body is too tired and muscles too sore to do anything at all.
He thought every omega experienced this—apparently not.
“Your friends go through their cycle at home. It’s possible for them—other omegas.” the doctor told him later, his voice was calm, not judging or scolding him, “You can’t. If you try to push through this without any medical help, you will keep collapsing.”
Hwanjoong, who was only eighteen and more embarrassed than feeling scared, laughed awkwardly at it, “does that mean I have bad stamina because I eat too much junk food and barely exercise?”
“No. Your body is built differently than most omegas. Your metabolism accelerates during heat. Did you notice you’ve got a larger appetite than your friends and somehow don’t really lose weight?”
Now the teenager blinked in confusion, “didn’t that mean I have a really slow metabolism?”
“Not necessarily, think of it as how animals go before hibernation. They eat more and store more energy because they know they’ll use plenty of it. Somehow, omegas like you, burn the energy too fast for your brain to comprehend, that’s why your body overheats and the brain decides to shut down the body to protect the organs.”
After that, every heat has been the same. Hwanjoong always needed to check in when the symptoms started to show and admitted himself to the hospital for sedation and medical monitoring.
Life hadn’t been easy on him, and having a chubby posture made it even harder, because he always became the topic when his classmates wanted to joke. They called him names and it did sting for some time, but the longer they joked about it and it was always the same thing, Hwanjoong began to steal the joke to make it his personality.
Yes, he’s round. Yes, he’s probably storing energy for winter. Yes he would roll down the hill if someone pushes him from the top.
The bullying ended abruptly because it wasn’t fun anymore according to the perpetrators.
When he graduated high school and went to uni, no one really cared about his appearance. People here were too focused on getting good grades and credits, so no one really commented on his physical appearance—even though being chubby usually meant you are automatically excluded from group dates or as a possible mate by lots of people, because it didn’t fit the standard here. Either way, Hwanjoong is also the same, he only cares about getting good grades and if possible earning money from a part-time job.
Which was why he started to work at the cafe as the cashier and his sunshine personality really brought more customers in that the cafe owner asked him to continue working here as long as possible.
Hwanjoong always remembered the regulars’ orders and their preference so he was really good when giving out recommendations for seasonal menus.
Kim Jongmin and Kim Jinhong were two of the customers who became regulars at the cafe. Jongmin was a grad student, while Jinhong was an undergrad student—same as Hwanjoong.
Both were swamped with studies, that’s why they became frequent customers. As a senior, sometimes Hwanjoong offered his two cents to Jinhong on how to manage his time better so he could sleep longer.while still acing his classes.
As someone who’s younger, Hwanjoong sometimes asked Jongmin on his study, and when Jongmin asked him back after explaining it briefly if Hwanjoong had an interest in the same field or not, Hwanjoong shook his head and responded, “not really, but I’ve heard talking to people helps you memorize things better. That’s why I asked, so you can explain it to me.”
Their relationship turned into something deeper when the cafe had no empty seats left but Jinhong stood in front of the cashier worriedly. Hwanjoong quickly said, “Don't worry, I’ll help you find the seat, if you don’t mind sharing.”
Jinhong nodded, “I don’t mind.”
After placing his orders and paying, Hwanjoong walked to Jongmin’s table—it was a table for two, and Jongmin was only using one chair, “Excuse me, Joengmin-ssi?”
The alpha looked up and when he noticed it’s Hwanjoong, he quickly redirected his gaze at the guy behind the omega, “yes?”
“There is no empty seat available, is it possible if I ask you to share with this guy?” he gestured to Jinhong who looked so timid but polite.
Didn’t really mind, Jongmin agreed.
Jongmin was naturally friendly, he just had a hard time staring at Hwanjoong’s eyes. He didn’t know why, it just made him so nervous that he forgot how to act like a normal human being. But the guy in front of him didn’t make him so nervous, Jongmin treated him like a friend. Asked for his name and age. The next time they came into the cafe, they shared the same table again.
When it was their second month visiting the cafe regularly, this was the first time they didn’t see Hwanjoong working there for more than a day.
Jinhong didn’t ask anything, he was scared if the other barista would find his question too personal or something. The same feeling didn’t apply to Jongmin. The older alpha asked straight-forwardly when he handed the cashier his card, “where is Hwanjoong? Is he sick?”
The cashier almost nodded but she answered, “kind of? He’s in heat, so he requested a week off since he would be in the hospital during his heat.”
Jongmin squinted, “why would he be in the hospital?”
“His heat was rough. So rough that it becomes dangerous if no medics monitor it.”
Jongmin finished his order and walked to where Jinhong was sitting. The younger was waiting until Jongmin finished talking because he had this feeling that Jongmin must be asking about Hwanjoong’s whereabouts.
And true to his words, he did. Luckily, Jongmin told him about his conversation and how Hwanjoong was in the hospital because of his heat. Jinhong nodded in understanding. He then told Jongmin that one of his cousins also suffered the same symptoms and they might have the same conditions.
Jongmin asked more questions, and Jinhong answered with the same worried tone. And at the end of their conversation, they reached a mutual understanding that Hwanjoong needs what most omegas have two times more.
After that day, they still came to the cafe without fail and ordered the same menus. But now they pay more attention to smaller things. They noticed the dates on the calendar behind the counter, they noticed when Hwanjoong started to rub his shoulders as if they were starting to ache. They marked their own calendar on when Hwanjoong was gone again.
After the second time being left without word by Hwanjoong to the hospital because of his heat, the alphas cannot take it anymore and agreed to talk about it directly to the omega.
So when Hwanjoong was back again and the two alphas told him that they will be waiting until his shift ends because they have something to tell and ask. Hwanjoong got confused but he still agreed.
Hwanjoong did agree to talk, but he didn’t remember agreeing to get into Jongmin’s car—he didn’t even know he had one!
Jinhong also got into the car and the talk began when all three of the safety belts were already put on. Jongmin offered to drive Hwanjoong’s home as they talked.
“We know you go to the hospital every heat.” Jongmin said clearly—it was definitely easier when you don’t have to hold eye contact with the omega who made your heart beat faster.
Jinhong nodded, “your body crashes because you don’t have scent support. My cousin had the same condition. It stabilizes when there are compatible alphas.”
Hwanjoong opened his mouth, ready to brush it off, to turn it into a joke like he always did, but this time Jongmin didn’t let him and added, “we’re not saying this out of pity,” he said, finally meeting the omega’s eyes despite how unnatural it was for him, “we’re saying it because we want to be the ones who help you.”
Hwanjoong blinked and thought he misheard it, “help me how?”
Jinhong’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel before he forced them to relax, “during your next heat…” he said, “if you’re willing… we want you to stay with us instead of going to the hospital.”
Hwanjoong let out a small, disbelieving laugh, “you mean—like—taking care of me as a friend?”
Both of them shook their heads, “not as a friend,” Jongmin said.
“We want to court you,” Jinhong added, the nervousness in him obvious now but his gaze unwavering, “together. If you are okay with it..”
Hwanjoong’s jaw went slack. He looked from one to the other, waiting for the punchline—there wasn’t any.
“How—you… you know I’m me, right?” he asked weakly, “I’m not exactly—”
Jongmin’s reply was immediate, “That’s exactly why we do it. Because it’s you.”
Jinhong saw how overwhelmed the omega looked and he said, “this isn’t a decision you have to make right now, hyung. And if you’re uncomfortable, we won’t bring it up again.”
“But if you are fine with it,” Jeongmin sounded like he didn’t want to give up early, “we want to be there for your heat. So you don’t have to spend it alone and cold in the hospital but with us. Where we can actually help you consciously.”
Oh these alphas gave him a choice. That’s nice. Some might say it’s a bare minimum but Hwanjoong would debate that every effort should be appreciated.
“…You’re serious?” the omega asked one more time.
“Yes,” Jongmin said.
“Only if you want it.” Jinhong confirmed softly.
The answer came out before his brain could catch up, “…okay.” He gasped immediately after, eyes wide, as if he had surprised himself the most, “I mean—I don’t—No, wait. I’m still confused—but—okay.”
The rest of the night was spent by Hwanjoong staring at his ceiling and thinking how funny everything was.
On a random Thursday two alphas confessed that they wanted to court him. Him, who had never once been approached as a potential mate. Him, who had built his entire personality around being the safe on-threatening, convenient omega that everyone liked but no one chose.
It still felt like a dream and too good to be true. So Hwanjoong set everything aside as he thought the alphas would forget everything they said tonight.
Unless, they didn’t.
Jongmin and Jinhong treated him like usual. Coming to the cafe like usual too with their orders. What made it different was just 5 days before his heat, Jinhong and Jongmin reminded Hwanjoong to decide his answer before his head became cloudy with heat and he was still sober enough to decide on something.
When Hwanjoong gave a final ‘okay’. Both Jongmin and Jinhong cleared their schedules and reminded Hwanjoong to eat and drink more and don’t forget to call them immediately when it started.
Two days before his heat, Jongmin and Jinhong showed up with grocery bags full of snacks, food, and some drinks. Jinhong adjusted the thermostat to the exact temperature written in Hwanjoong’s medical notes while Jongmin encouraged Hwanjoong to build a nest.
Hwanjoong did it clumsily because his limbs already felt a bit too heavy and it’s been long since he made a nest for heat week since he was always staying at the hospital.
And usually Hwanjoong was already given mild sedation at this point, but since he was at home now, no substance entered his veins and he could smell everything stronger.
Including Jongmin who was sitting in front of him. Hwanjoong looked at him with half-lidded eyes, “Jongmin…” he wanted to crawl to him, to inhale his scent more, but somehow his arms weren’t strong enough to carry his body weight.
Jongmin quickly gathered the omega into his arms when he saw Hwanjoong plopped to the bed face first, “Hwanjoong ah?” he felt the omega’s body got really warm, almost like a fever, “Jinhong ah! Come here! He’s already burning!”
“Hnn—!” Hwanjoong thrashed, feeling uncomfortable, “alpha please…”
“We have to take off his clothes to lower his temperature a bit” Jinhong said.
Both were quick to strip off Hwanjoong’s jacket and socks. Jinhong was pulling down Hwanjoong’s sweatpants when he realized how wet the omega was, his bare thighs clamped shut when the pants were off but the inner thighs were glazed under the light because of the slick.
“He’s already wet.” Jinhong said it like stating a fact.
It made Jongmin huffed a laugh, “look at his sweatpants, Jinhong. He’s leaking, not just wet.”
“...hot. I-it’s hot. Help.” Hwanjoong tried to tell Jongmin, voice already thick with arousal.
Jongmin held his cheek before capturing the omega’s lips into a kiss. Swallowing low and breathy moans as his hands roamed to Hwanjoong’s torso, sliding his hands everywhere, from the chest to the tummy, plush hips and even brushing over his nipples which made Hwwanjoong jolted at the sensation.
When Jongmin’s hand brushed over his chest again like he was following instinct more than intention, Hwanjoong’s head cleared for a second. Just enough for the fear to come back.
“Wait—” He pushed Jongmin, not necessarily rejecting the kiss, it was just to create a space.
His fingers immediately caught the hem of his T-shirt where it had ridden up and dragged it back down over his stomach, quick like he’d done this countless times it became a reflex. He didn’t look at them when he spoke, “my body…” His voice sounded wrong to his own ears—too serious, too small. Very not him who’s usually humorous, positive and confident, “you should—you might not want to—”
The sentence died halfway.
Jinhong didn’t try to touch the shirt. He didn’t rush to fix it. He just stayed where he was beside him, close enough for his warmth to be there, “hyung, we see you every day.” he said in a really calm voice, like so sure nothing will change his mind, “in those fitted work shirts. With the apron tied around your waist. When you reach up for the cups and it pulls across your back.” his hand settled lightly against Hwanjoong’s side, over the fabric, “you think we didn’t notice?”
Hwanjoong’s breath stuttered at the contact.
Behind him, Jongmin made a quiet, wrecked sound—the kind he made when he forgot to filter himself, “Hwanjoong-ah” he muttered, voice already rough, “that apron is the reason I never order take out.”
For other people, Jongmin’s answer might be a little too perverted but in the heat-clouded brain of Hwanjoong, it was all he needed to leak more.
The omega’s sweet and alluring pheromones spiked up, forcing the alphas’ arousal to get even stronger.
Jongmin’s hands were there in an instant, warm and a little unsteady, slipping under the shirt Hwanjoong had just pulled down.
He roamed his hands along the bare skin hungrily, like he genuinely didn’t understand why it needed to be hidden.
The fabric lifted with the movements Jongmin made with his hands and cool air hit Hwanjoong’s overheated skin.
Both alphas went still, at the bare skin peeking underneath the shirt. The change in the room was immediate, their scents deepening at the same time, heavier—
Jongmin dropped his forehead against Hwanjoong’s shoulder with a helpless exhale, like seeing him up close had short-circuited something in his brain.
“Hwanjoong-ah… this is—” he stopped to take a deep breath near the omega’s scent gland, “you’re going to be the death of me.”
Jinhong’s reaction was quieter than the older alpha, but just as obvious. His hand directly moved from Hwanjoong’s side to his bare waist, thumb pressing into the softness there like he needed to confirm it was real.
“So soft and sexy.” he said softly, “you’re… exactly the way I thought you would be.”
The way they were looking at him openly, like they got their permission and now they wanted more than only looking and groping mindlessly.
The stares made heat roll through Hwanjoong all over again. His body reacted before his mind caught up. His bare thighs drew together, a shaky breath leaving him as his own scent thickened in the air, sweet and unmistakable.
Jongmin let out a quiet curse into his shoulder, eyes flickered to the wet patch of Hwanjoong’s underwear, “and you were worried this would make us stop?”
Jinhong leaned in, slow enough to give him time to pull away, and pressed a warm, lingering kiss against his chest. Light and slow.
“It’s doing the opposite, hyung.” he said in the middle of peppering kisses around the omega’s chest.
And for the first time since he’d tried to cover himself, Hwanjoong didn’t reach for his shirt again and let Jongmin breathe against his shoulder and felt Jinhong’s thumb still pressing into the soft curve of his waist until something inside him finally—finally—broke down.
“O-kay.” he whispered. Not really sure himself if he was giving permission for the alphas to use his body or just accepting that they really meant what they said—maybe both.
The older alpha lifted his head up from Hwanjoong’s shoulder and asked, “okay?”
“I mean… I—just…” Hwanjoong scrambled, trying to explain clearly but brain was already fried by the heat, “Be gentle please? I’ve never done this before.”
Jinhong’s hand slid up from his waist to cup his cheek, guiding his face until their eyes met, “we know, hyung. Relax, we’ll take care of you.”
Hwanjoong didn’t have time to think what to respond because Jinhong kissed him almost immediately. And it tasted different from Jongmin’s. Jinhong’s kiss was slower and more calculated. His lips were warm unlike Jongmin’s, and patient.
Jongmin positioned himself behind Hwanjoong and pressed closer, his chest against the omega’s back, lips finding the neck, teasing the skin around the scent gland.
Years of spending his heat medically and never sexually, making this all felt so new to Hwanjoong that he couldn’t help but shudder at every new stimulation he got.
“You are shaking.” the older alpha mumbled against his skin, “are you cold? Or nervous?”
“I-I don’t… know” Hwanjoong admitted as he shook his head before letting out a quiet moan between Jinhong’s kisses.
Jinhong stopped kissing him just to say, “Just feel, you don’t have to think too much, hyung.”
Jongmin’s hands found his chest again, palms flat against the soft flesh there and Hwanjoong couldn’t help the way his breath hitched. Those hands were so cold, palming both of his chest. Jongmin almost groaned at how full his hands feel, this omega is too perfect. Everything just fit perfectly. His thumbs brushed experimentally over Hwanjoong’s nipples and it resulted in a full-body jolt.
“Ah—!”
“Sensitive?” the alpha asked softly, repeating the motion but lighter this time, trying to see the omega’s expression.
Hwanjoong’s cheek burned, “I—yeah, they are just—Mn—AH!” another brush of calloused thumbs and all his words evolved into a moan.
Jinhong smiled against his lips before kissing the omega again, trying to swallow the moans he made as Jongmin continued his exploration. Pinching then gently, rolling the small buds between his fingers, watching them getting more rigid and redden under his attention.
“So pretty.” Jongmin mumbled, more to himself than to Hwanjoong or Jinhong, “your whole chest is so soft, Hwanjoong-ah. They fit perfectly in my hands.”
Hwanjoong wanted to hide his face—or make a joke on how big his chest is because he’s fat so of course there was plenty to hold—but the joke died even before it left his tongue. His mouth and vocal cords were too busy to produce lewd sounds.
Jinhong’s hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the waistband of Hwanjoong’s underwear, “can I?”
Hwanjoong stared at the younger with a flushed face, lips wet from all the kisses and nodded frantically, “please, please please. I need—it’s so hot, alpha. Please—”
The word slipped out without thinking and it did wonders to both alphas. Jeongmin’s hands tightened on his chest, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Jinhong’s eyes went darker and hungrier as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled down slowly.
Hwanjoong’s underwear came away soaked and sticky. Slick dripping from his entrance and running down to the blankets below. The copious amount of slick made Jinhong’s mouth water.
“Look at you, hyung.” he said, eyes still locked at the most private part of Hwanjoong, “Poor you. Must be uncomfortable to be leaking this whole time, huh?”
“H-hurts…” the omega admitted, he was too desperate to be embarrassed now, “what do I do? I don’t know.”
Hwanjoong truly didn’t have any idea. Is this the right time to ask for a knot? Or does he need more kisses?
As if Jongmin could read his mind, the older alpha pressed a kiss to Hwanjoong’s neck, “sshhh… We’ve got you. We’re gonna fill you up so good, baby.”
The nickname made Hwanjoong’s hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction he couldn’t find.
Jinhong positioned him carefully, guiding him to lie back against Jongmin’s chest, the alpha’s legs bracketing the omega’s thick thighs.
“You okay?” Jongmin asked, arms wrapping around Hwanjoong’s middle, holding him secure, “comfortable enough?”
Hwanjoong nodded, head falling back against Jongmin’s shoulder as Jinhong settled between his spread legs. The position left him completely exposed and vulnerable, but for once he didn’t want to hide.
Jinhong’s hands found his thighs first, broad palms smoothing up the sensitive and wet inner skin, pushing them wider apart, “I’m gonna start slow, okay? Gonna get you nice and ready for us.”
Hwanjoong felt the first touch of Jinhong’s finger against his entrance and shuddered, the sensation was novel, it almost felt electric. Jinhong circled the puckered lips once, twice, collecting the slick that had been steadily pooling before he pressed inside.
The intrusion was gentle, just the first knuckle, and Hwanjoong’s breath caught. Jongmin’s hand came up to stroke across his cheek, “that’s it. Breath, omega.”
Jinhong pushed deeper, one finger sinking into the base and Hwanjoong whimpered at the feeling of being opened and stretched by someone else beside himself. The younger alpha worked it slowly, curling his finger slightly—searching for the spot. And when Hwanjoong gasped sharply, Jinhong smiled in satisfaction, “found it.”
He pressed against that spot again, watching the omega’s face contort, “please.. Alpha, please…” Hwanjoong didn’t even know what he was begging for.
“More?” but somehow Jinhong understood, “you want another?”
Hwanjoong could only nod, he would take everything the alphas gave as words failing him. He felt the press of a second finger at his entrance, stretching him around the first and the burn made him hiss shortly.
Jinhong waited until Hwanjoong’s breath calmed down before pushing in. Two fingers now, scissoring gently, opening him up.
“Doing so well” Jongmin praised him, lips brushing Hwanjoong’s burning temple, “taking it so well, like a good omega, aren’t you?”
The words and praise sent heat curling through Hwanjoong’s stomach. Below, Jinhong had begun a rhythm, thrusting both fingers slowly in and out, always finding the spot that made Hwanjoong see stars.
“Ready for three, hyung?” Jinhong asked, but his fingers still moving in and out.
“Yes.” Hwanjoong breathed, “yes, p-please… J-Jinhong please—I can—Nggh!”
The stretch when Jinhong added the third finger was sharper, a burn that was almost fully painful before setting into something impossibly full. Hwanjoong felt tears prick at his eyes, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of it, of being so completely held and opened with people that wanted him so much.
The younger alpha worked him carefully, three fingers now fucking into him with more propose and pressure. The sounds Hwanjoong was making embarrassed him but he couldn’t stop them—the punched out broken little moans every thrust.
Jongmin’s hands never stopped moving, now he groped the omega’s stomach and hips, “you feel how wet you are? He asked, his voice full of lust, “dripping all over Jinhong’s hand.”
Hwanjoong sobbed something unintelligible. He could feel everything, the slick, the fingers rubbing into that spot, the sound of how slippery his hole was. It was so obscene.
“One more, okay? You can take it, right?” Jinhong asked—but it really wasn’t a question. It was rhetorical, “gotta take the last one, hyung. We don’t wanna hurt you.”
Hwanjoong felt the press of a fourth finger, felt the impossible stretch of his body trying to accommodate. For a moment he thought he couldn’t.
“Ssh, sshh…” Jongmin soothed, lifting Hwanjoong’s face to kiss him soft and slow, distracting him from the pain, “you can. Your body is made for this.”
The fourth finger pushed in and Hwanjoong groaned into the kiss, the sensation was overwhelming. Jinhong worked them in and out, watching his own fingers disappear into the omega’s body, watching the rim flutter greedily around them, “that’s it. That’s our good omega…”
Jinhong fucked him with his fingers for some minutes while his other hand stroked Hwanjoong’s length which is dribbling precum. After Hwanjoong’s breath slowed down and the painful expression was gone from his face,only then Jinhong pulled his fingers out.
The omega whimpered in sudden emptiness, the feeling of being so open and empty was enough to make him pull his face away from the kiss to beg, “alpha, please… it’s empty.”
Jinhong rubbed Hwanjoong’s inner thighs as he positioned himself in front of the entrance. In a second, Hwanjoong felt a blunt press of something much bigger than fingers against his stretched hole.
“Tell me if it hurts or you want to stop.” Jinhong told the omega as he pressed inside.
Hwanjoong's breath labored at the new feeling, he couldn’t describe how it feels like, but it was certainly not a bad one. The stretch was immediate yet perfect. Hwanjoong’s back arched, a cry tearing from his throat as Jinhong pushed deeper, inch by inch, giving him time to adjust.
Jongmin’s hands never stopped moving on his nipples and mouth littering kisses everywhere to help Hwanjoong ease the pain.
“So tight.” Jinhong groaned, forehead creased with effort, “hyung, you feel—”
“Please!” Hwanjoong’s hips rolled slightly, “Jinhong, please.” his arms trying to find something to hold and found Jongmin’s forearms.
Jinhong moved.
The first thrust punched the air from Hwanjoong's lungs, the second drew a moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, and by the third, he was babbling nonsense. Words spilling out between gasps and whimpers.
"Ah–-ah! Yes! There! Right t-t-there–-" his wide hips tried to meet Jinhong's thrusts, but Jongmin held him steady, keeping him exactly where they wanted him.
"That's it." the older alpha murmured in his ear, voice wrecked, "that's it, Hwanjoong-ah… You take it so well. You're doing so good.”
Jinhong's rhythm was steady, deep and kept hitting the prostate. Meanwhile Jongmin's hands kept working his chest, pinching and rolling his nipples until they were hard peaks, sensitive to every touch.
"His hole's gripping me so tight." Jinhong panted, eyes fixed on where they joined, "he's—fuck, hyung! You're so perfect."
Hwanjoong couldn’t even think fast to reply anymore, just sounds–-whimpers and moans and broken notes. His cock was hard,angry red and leaking against his stomach. The need for release was building strongly.
"Jongmin—Jongmin, I'm gonna–-" he gasped.
Jongmin's hand slid down his stomach, wrapping around his length with a firm grip, finally giving Hwanjoong’s cock attention by stroking it fast after being neglected, "come for us, baby. Let go.”
The orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through him with a force that left him trembling and crying out. Even on his high, Jinhong didn't stop fucking him through it. Intentionally drawing it out until Hwanjoong was oversensitive and sobbing, cock spurted thick white strings painted his tummy and chest, while his entrance released a copious amount of slick that coated Jinhong’s length in milky white substance.
"Too much–-too—"
"One more." Jinhong promised, voice strained, "give us one more, hyung.”
Hwanjoong shook his head desperately, but his body didn't listen. The overstimulation blurred into something new. Building something sharper and stronger in him. When Jinhong's thrusts grew erratic and he buried himself deep with a groan, Hwanjoong felt himself come again—weaker spurt this time, but still there, still overwhelming. His hole leaking slick onto Jinhong’s cock down to the blanket.
Jinhong finally pulled out carefully, and Hwanjoong whimpered at the loss but Jongmin didn’t make him wait and hushed him softly, pressing kisses to his temple, his cheek, his lips.
"Shh, we've got you. We're not done, baby. Just switching positions, okay?
Hwanjoong blinked up at him with glassy unfocussed eyes, trying to process the words. "huh?"
"Switch, Hwanjoong-ah." Jongmin manhandled the omega onto his hands and knees.
The new position made his soft stomach hang, made him feel exposed in a different way, but then Jongmin was behind him, fingers digging on his hips. Jinhong was in front of him, and suddenly he didn't have room to feel insecure.
“Can you do something for us?" Jinhong asked, stroking his own cock slowly. He was still hard and still slick with Hwanjoong's release, "can you try to...?"
Hwanjoong looked at the length in front of him. He gulped, he wanted to but—Hwanjoong looked back at Jinhong, "I-I've never—"
"That's okay.” Jinhong said immediately, "Just lick?”
Behind him, Jongmin was lining up, pressing the head of his cock against Hwanjoong's used and dripping entrance, "I'm gonna go slow, okay? Just breathe."
Hwanjoong nodded, lowering himself onto his elbows to bring his mouth closer to Jinhong's cock. He licked lightly at the tip, tasting the sweet slick of himself and Jinhong’s musk mixed together. The visual made the alpha above him shudder.
"Fuck, hyung.”
Considering that as a praise, Hwanjoong now opened his mouth and took him in. It was clumsy—he didn't know how to breathe around it, didn't know how to use his tongue, and when Jongmin pushed inside him at the same moment, he choked and had to pull off.
"S-sorry—"
"Don't be sorry, hyung." Jinhong's hand stroked his hair gently. "Take your time. We have all week."
Behind him, Jongmin started to move slowly but deep. The thrusts rocked Hwanjoong forward, pushing him closer to Jinhong's cock. He tried again, taking just the tip this time, licking and sucking while Jongmin fucked into him from behind.
"That's it," Jinhong praised, "that's so good, hyung. You feel so good."
Hwanjoong tried to take more, but Jongmin's thrusts kept disrupting him. Every push forward made him gag slightly, every retreat left him gasping for air.
"Can't—can't do both–-" he panted, forehead pressed against Jinhong's thigh in surrender.
“You're doing perfect.” Jongmin assured him gently—very contrast with his thrusts that never slowing
"Just do what you can. We're not in a rush."
So Hwanjoong did. He licked and sucked messily, no technique, just desperation of a virgin and the need to make them feel as good as they were making him feel. And when Jinhong's hand tightened in his hair and a low groan signaled his release, Hwanjoong swallowed as best he could.
He was coughing slightly but trying to take it all.
"Good omega. Pretty omega." Jinhong breathed as the younger alpha stroked his cheeks softly, and the praise sent shivers down Hwanjoong's spine.
Behind him, Jongmin was getting close. His thrusts grew harder and faster, one hand gripping Hwanjoong's hip while the other reached around to stroke his oversensitive cock.
"One more.” he begged, "give me one more, Hwanjoong-ah. I know you can. Let’s come together."
Hwanjoong sobbed, shaking his head, but his body was beyond his control now. Jongmin's cock hit that spot inside him, the same spot Jinhong had found. It’s the pain full of pleasure that made his brain melt and his body arched back.
"Jongmin... please.."
"Please what, baby?" Jongmin's voice was a low rumble against his skin before he kissed Hwanjoong’s pale back, "tell me what you need."
The words felt impossible, but the heat had long burned away his shame, "you. Inside. Please, need y-you inside. N-need your knot, please."
The desperate tone went straight to Jongmin's core. He positioned Hwanjoong on his side, lifting one leg to open him up, "look at Jinhong, " he instructed softly. "Look at him while I fill you up.”
Hwanjoong’s hazy eyes looked up and stared at the younger alpha who stared at him back with a tender smile and the hand reaching out to stroke his cheek softly—as if he didn’t rearrange his gut before this.
And then Jongmin was pushing in, slow and steady, and the omega gasped at the fullness and how the stretch felt so perfect that Jongmin's cock seemed to reach deeper than anything else. Jinhong drank the sight of his omega’s fucked out face. It looked like straight outta his wet dream.
“That's it." Jongmin breathed, hips beginning to move in deep and grinding movement, "taking me so well. You feel incredible, Hwanjoong-ah. So tight, so hot for us."
Jinhong, couldn’t take it anymore from only watching Hwanjoong, leaned in to capture his mouth in a soft kiss, swallowing the little sounds the chubby omega made with each thrust. The pleasure built slowly this time, a deep, rolling wave rather than a crashing tide. Hwanjoong could feel Jongmin's cock thickening inside him, and could feel the base beginning to swell with each pass.
"Come,omega " Jongmin whispered against his ear, the words a command and a permission wrapped into one, “take my knot. I want to feel you squeeze around me. Want to feel the knot catch inside you.”
The words alone were almost enough. Hwanjoong whimpered, his walls fluttering around Jongmin's cock as the knot continued to swell. And then, with one final thrust, Jongmin pushed deep until the knot popped past Hwanjoong's rim with a stretch that was sharp and perfect, and then it caught, locking them together.
Hwanjoong cried out as he felt it anchor inside him, felt the hot pulse of Jongmin's release as the alpha came with a guttural groan. The sensation of being so completely filled from his hole to his belly, sent Hwanjoong over the edge. His orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing weakly against his stomach spurted clear liquids, his hole clenching rhythmically around the knot lodged deep inside as sticky milky white slick seeped through their joined body parts slowly.
For long, shuddering minutes, they lay tangled together, breathing labored and uneven. Jongmin's chest was plastered to Hwanjoong's back, his face buried in Hwanjoong's neck. Jongmin still mumbled soft praises and kisses pressed to the sweat-slick skin of the omega.
Eventually, he felt the knot begin to soften, the pressure easing until it finally slipped free. Hwanjoong whimpered at the sudden emptiness, a fresh wave of slick and the alpha’s seed spilling onto the blankets, soaking it completely.
But the heat was still there. It wasn't the all.spiky and demanding like before, but a restless, insistent burn that left him aching and sensitive. He shifted, a frustrated sound escaping his throat.
Jinhong noticed first, "still with us, Hwanjoong-ie hyung?" he asked softly, stroking Hwanjoong's flushed cheek.
Hwanjoong nodded miserably, his body thrumming with need he didn't know how to satisfy, "it's still—I’m still—”
Jongmin, despite his own spent state, understood immediately.
So he sat up. A slow, possessive smile appeared on his face, "then we're not done yet.”
Before Hwanjoong could ask what he meant, Jongmin was manhandling him again. Hwanjoong didn’t know Jongmin could move him like he weighed nothing when he’s pretty sure he’s the heaviest among the three—might be alpha thingy, Hwanjoong concluded.
Strong hands gripped his hips and maneuvered him, positioning him over Jinhong who was already hard again, watching with dark, hungry eyes.
"Jongmin, what?"
“Ride him." Jongmin commanded softly, positioning Hwanjoong's hips until the head of Jinhong's cock was pressing against his sore, oversensitive and dripping hole. "Take Jinhong deep inside while I help you come again."
Hwanjoong sobbed, but he couldn't deny the way his body eagerly sank down onto Jinhong's length. The stretch was almost too much, his nerves raw and screaming, but the pleasure that lanced through him was blinding. Jinhong's hands came up to steady his hips as Hwanjoong began to move, a broken, desperate movement.
Behind him, Jongmin pressed close. One hand reached around to wrap firmly around Hwanjoong's raw, slick-covered cock, while the other teased at the rim stretched around Jinhong, gathering the copious slick that steadily dribbled from him.
"That's it. You are such a good omega.” the older alpha praised, his hand beginning to stroke in time with Hwanjoong's desperate movements, "let alphas see you come again, baby. You can do it. Hwanjoong-ah. Let it go. Don’t fight it."
The stimulation was merciless. His cock, raw and aching, was being stroked with expert precision, and the added sensation of Jongmin's fingers pressing at his already full hole was overwhelming. Jinhong thrust up from below, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
"I can't-it's too much-" Hwanjoong gasped, but his hips rolled lewdly on Jinhong’s cock. This time the pressure building was different.
“You can.” Jongmin insisted, his voice a low growl. His hand moved faster on Hwanjoong's cock, thumb rubbing over the sensitive, leaking tip, 'come on, baby. Give it to us."
The pressure snapped. Hwanjoong screamed, hands scrambling trying to find something to ground him and Jinhong held them, his back bowed like a bow as release tore through him.
But it wasn't just his cock pulsing weakly. A gush of hot, clear liquid suddenly streamed from the tip, soaking Jongmin's hand and splashing onto Jinhong's stomach. At the same time, he felt a rush of slick pour from his hole, drenching Jinhong's cock and thighs as his inner walls pulsed strongly as if trying to milk Jinhong’s cock,
The dual sensation of squirting from both ends was so intense, so utterly overwhelming, that Hwanjoong's vision went white. He was distantly aware of Jinhong crying out beneath him, of the hot flood of another release filing him deep inside. And his body kept going, wave after wave of liquid rushing from him until he was an empty shell.
When he finally came back to himself, he was limp and shaking from aftershocks, draped over Jinhong's chest, barely able to keep his eyes open. He felt boneless, weightless, as if his soul had briefly left his body.
Gentle hands were already at work. Jongmin was the first to move, easing off the bed and walking to the bathroom. He returned with a stack of soft tissue. Jinhong carefully shifted Hwanjoong off him, laying the trembling omega on his back in the center of the nest-like bed.
“Just rest, hyung." Jinhong whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead before slipping away, “I’ll be right back.”
Hwanjoong was too far gone to respond. He simply lay there, eyes half-lidded, as Jongmin began the meticulous process of cleaning him.
The cloth was warm and soft as Jongmin started at his face, gently wiping away the sweat and tears and dried slick from his cheeks and forehead. He moved to his neck carefully cleaning the claiming bites and the sweat-sheened skin. Then his shoulders, his arms, lifting each limp hand to wipe between each finger with a tenderness that made Hwanjoong's chest ache.
Jongmin worked his way down, never rushing. He cleaned Hwanjoong's chest—which every swipe earned him a jolt from the omega. Noting that Hwanjoong might be still overly sensitive he avoided the nipples but still gave them a gentle pass. He wiped his stomach, his hips, his thighs, carefully lifting each leg to clean the backs of his knees, his calves, his feet, even between each toe.
Then, with the same gentle care, he spread Hwanjoong's legs. The omega flinched slightly, oversensitive and raw, but Jongmin's hands were steady and soothing, "I know, baby." he soothed, “I know it's sensitive. Just let me take care of you.”
He folded a tissue to carefully clean Hwanjoong's softening cock, wiping away the dried slick and the evidence of his last, explosive release. He was impossibly gentle, barely applying pressure, just soothing the overstimulated skin.
Then he moved lower. He took his time, using multiple tissues to gently wipe away the mess from Hwanjoong's inner thighs and perineum. Finally, he pressed the tissues to Hwanjoong's swollen, gaping hole. Hwanjoong whimpered at the contact, but Jongmin didn't stop. He gently pressed the cloth against the sensitive rim, cleaning away the slick and come that had leaked from him. He carefully, so carefully, wiped the delicate skin, making sure every bit of him was clean.
Through it all, he whispered soft, reassuring words and praises,"so beautiful. Did so well for us. Our perfect omega."
Jinhong returned with a bottle of cool water and a small package of Hwanjoong's favorite snacks-the honey rice cakes he always craved after a long day, just as Jongmin was finishing.
He knelt beside Hwanjoong's head, uncapping the water, "hyung, he called softly. "Can you drink a little for me?"
Hwanjoong managed to part his dry lips, and Jinhong carefully tipped the bottle, letting him take small, slow sips. The cool water was heaven on his raw throat.
"That's good” Jinhong praised softly, stroking his hair back "Just a little more.”
When Hwanjoong had drunk his fill, Jinhong broke off a small piece of rice cake and held it to his lips. Hwanjoong chewed mechanically, the sweet flavor grounding him. Below, Jongmin finished his task, pressing one last, gentle kiss to the inside of Hwanjoong's thigh before crawling up to join them. He settled on Hwanjoong's other side, both alphas bracketing him in their warmth.
Jinhong continued to feed him small bites of rice cake and offer sips of water while Jongmin's hand resumed its gentle stroking along his side. They didn't speak—well, didn't need to. The quiet intimacy of the moment was enough.
Finally, Hwanjoong's eyes fluttered closed, his body finally able to rest. As he drifted toward sleep, he felt them shift closer, felt their arms wrap around him, felt their lips press soft kisses to his hair, his temples, his closed eyelids.
"Sleep, omega." Jongmin whispered.
"We've got you." Jinhong added
And wrapped in their arms, held between them, Hwanjoong slept soundly. For the first time in his life, his heat didn’t felt cold and sterile with an IV drip on his arm, alone and embarrassing in a room where strangers monitor his vitals, but more like warmth blooming and his trusted people caring for him, his body and even his needs unconditionally.