Merry Christ-Matz
Pairing: Matz x afab!reader | Alpha!Hongjoong x Alpha!Seonghwa x Omega!reader
Summary: Your darling mate the Captain of Ateez, has been stressing about the holidays and all of the schedules they have to attend. Despite you and Seonghwa’s joint attempts to get him to take a breather, he just won't listen. So you decide to take matters into your own hands.
WC: 3750
AU: A/B/O, established relationship
Genre: smut with a little angst and a little fluff
Warnings: pet names (Sun/Sunshine, Star, Moon/Moonflower), D/s dynamics, humiliation/degradation, bondage (shibari), spanking, gagging, felatio, spit roasting, choking, use of a safeword, aftercare/implied aftercare, cunnilingus. Please let me know if I missed any.
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net
A/N: Written as part of the Miroh’s Aurora Society Secret Santa. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year my dear @ghxstwrites!
Also, let it be noted that this is my first A/B/O fic so please be kind!
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Dividers by @cafekitsune
Hongjoong - juniper wood (and juniper berries)
Seonghwa - wintergreen mint
Y/N - grapefruit
You unlock the door and step into the apartment that you share with your bonded alphas, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. After you take off your shoes and set down your bag, you sniff the air tentatively, disappointed that you can hardly smell the woody juniper and crisp wintergreen scents of your alphas.
You sigh and hang up your coat and scarf before heading deeper into the apartment. Although it’s late into the evening their scents remain faint, indicating that they haven’t been home for several hours. Inhaling deeper, you note that the juniper is slightly more prominent - your alpha had been home at some point. If you had to guess, he came home to grab a few things, a change of clothes, before rushing back to the company.
You let out a small whimper at the sharp, bitter notes interwoven into the scent. It’s a clear indicator of the stress he is feeling. The holiday season is in full swing, and all of Ateez is swamped with various schedules; some as small groups, some as solo members and even more with the whole group of 8. As their leader - Captain - Hongjoong feels the need to ensure that all of his other members are both on-time to their schedules and taken care of in their downtime. However, this sense of duty and leadership is a heavy mantle to bear, and while taking care of the others he has forgotten to take care of himself. It’s taken you putting your foot down, with Seonghwa’s encouragement, to ensure he eats and sleeps. At least just a little.
Unfortunately, it’s clear that your efforts thus far haven’t been enough and your Alpha is sailing straight into burnout or worse, illness. You’re just going to have to take matters firmly into your own hands. You’re not quite sure what it is that you’re going to do, but you should never doubt an Omega with an agenda.
You have been with your Alphas for 3 years, through better and worse. By the time you came into the picture, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had already been together for some time. An Alpha-Alpha relationship wasn’t unheard of, but it did often require unconventional methods or a third mate to balance out the aggressive tendencies of Alpha's. A Beta was suitable due to their level headed nature, however, an Omega was preferable.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa definitely had an unconventional relationship founded on trust and the principles of BDSM. They were open about it when they began courting you and initially you were uncertain about how you would fit in. But they welcomed you with open arms and little expectations.
You allowed them to introduce you to their world of domination and submission. You were surprised to find relief and fulfillment in willingly relinquishing control to them. Over time you became their treasure; a treasure that they were both fiercely possessive and protective of. They found immense pleasure in your pleasure, and as such there was only one hard and fast rule “don’t cum without permission.” You’re allowed to touch and play, so long as you don't finish, and you've never once broken the rule.
As such, an idea comes to you as you’re showering away the grime from the day. Due to the busyness of the season, your sex-life has been, for lack of a better word, lacking. You’re quite certain that steamy sex is just what Joong needs to destress and just let it go. You’re just as certain that he won’t allow himself to be distracted by the need, the temptation, without a reason. So, you resolve to give him a reason.
You run your soapy hands up and down your soft body, imagining that they are your Alphas’ hands. Your hands are much smaller than theirs, but still your nipples stiffen with interest and you tweak them with your thumbs before pinching them between your fingers. You let out a breathy exhale as arousal zings down your spine, and straight to your core. You tug and twist the pink nubs until you’re leaking slick, your clit begging for attention.
You step out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around yourself. Although you dry your body briefly, your thighs remain damp from your slick. As you leave the bathroom, you drop the towel from your body and pull the duvet from your shared bed. You pull it close, allowing the cocktail of your mixed juniper, mint, and grapefruit scents to swirl around you before padding out to the living room.
As you take a seat on the couch, your gaze falls on the Christmas tree, with its softly glowing lights and twinkling ornaments. The three of you decorated the tree together before their schedules began. You smile, remembering the fun you had stringing the lights and hanging the ornaments. When it came time to place the Star at the top of the tree, Hongjoong picked you up and swung you around before placing you up on his shoulders.
After finishing the decorations, Seonghwa and Hongjoong had moved the couch to make room on the living room floor while you built a large nest in front of the tree. The three of you had admired your hard work while exchanging sweet kisses and soft touches, eventually ending the night with the sweetest sex underneath the tree.
Just thinking about the memory makes your scent sweeten perceptibly and your pussy leak more slick. You let the blanket fall loose around your shoulders and place your heels on the edge of the couch cushion. Scooching down until the backs of your thighs meet your heels, you allow your legs to fall open, exposing your center to the cold air of the apartment.
You shiver and lightly run your fingers through your folds, spreading your lips and gathering your slick. Using your slicked fingers you rub your clit in soft, slow circles. As your arousal ratchets higher your other hand naturally falls to your breast. You tweak and tug at your nipple while quickening the pace of your other hand. Every so often you pause to plunge your fingers into your weeping hole.
Your breath comes out in soft pants and when your fingers brush against your g-spot you let out a keening whine. By the time you're nearing your climax, you're working your fingers in and out of your pussy at a furious pace. You’re so close to the edge but something is holding you back. You close your eyes and turn your face into the blanket draped around your shoulders. When you inhale your senses are flooded with your intertwined scents. It is enough to push you over the precipice of pleasure.
As you come apart, lights flash behind your eyelids and blood rushes in your ears. You cry out for your Alphas with body and soul. Your pussy pulses around your fingers and slick drips onto the blanket and floor below you. Lost to the pleasure, you don't hear the keys in the door.
You're dragged back to the present by a fresh flood of sharp wintergreen. Your eyes snap open and Seonghwa gaze meets your own. With your fingers still buried in your pussy, you've literally been caught with your hand in the honey pot and his gaze reflects a mixture of lust, anger, and disappointment.
“Oh, little moonflower, you've been naughty,” he growls, stalking forward to stand in front of you. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before nestling it into your hair. “Why'd you have to go and break the rules, little moon? I'm so disappointed in you.”
You look away “yeah? Well I'm disappointed in you too, Alpha.”
Seonghwa doesn't miss the snark in your voice. His hand fists in your hair and he pulls your head back to meet his gaze once more. “Excuse me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
You roll your eyes at him, “you're excused, Alpha.”
“What has gotten into you tonight?” he mutters under his breath. His grip on your hair tightens. His gaze darkens with a promise and his scent turns smoky. “Do you want to rethink your tone, little Omega?”
A little frisson of fear trickles down your spine. Seonghwa may submit to Hongjoong’s authority but that doesn't mean he's not a formidable Dominant. When he's riled up he's actually the meaning of the two of your Alphas. Unfortunately, you've made a decision and you're going to stick to it, so you double down on your attitude.
“No, I don't think I will. My Alphas seemed to have forgotten about this little Omega, so I had to take matters into my own hands. What are you going to do about it?”
He hauls you up by the hand in the hair, taking care to not actually pull at the strands. “First, you're going to clean up your mess,” he gestures to the pool of slick on the ground, “and then I'm going to remind you why I'm your Alpha.”
“Are you sure you can, Alpha?”
He growls and forces you to kneel at his feet in front of your mess. “Go on, clean it up.” He says.
You look up at him confused. You don't have a towel or cleaning supplies handy. “How am I supposed to clean this up?”
He smirks down at you before pushing your head towards the floor with his foot. “Your mouth has been doing too much talking. Be a good girl and lick up your mess while I go grab a few things.”
When he walks away you contemplate further disobedience but think better of it. On your hands and knees you lick your sweet slick from the floor. Your face, neck and chest flush with humiliation but your scent blossoms with arousal.
You've just finished your task when Seonghwa returns. His scent has returned to his fresh wintergreen and he's carrying some emerald green, silk shibari rope and a small cardboard box. He snaps his fingers and points in front of him, “position, little moonflower.”
You crawl over to the indicated spot and assume your standard submissive position: kneeling with your butt on your heels and arms behind your back, hands classing the opposite forearm.
He makes quick practiced movements to bind first your arms, maintaining their position; and then your legs, thigh to calf. When he finishes, he caresses your face softly and coos “you look absolutely radiant like this little moon.” Indeed you do, the emerald green is a striking contrast against your skin. “Are you ready for your punishment, little Omega? Color?”
“Green. So green, Alpha” you moan, your cunt already leaking in anticipation.
Your Alpha may be slender but he effortlessly hauls you up and over his lap as he sits on the couch. He maneuvers you to place your chest on the armrest so you're comfortably supported, before smacking your ass with little preamble.
You jolt, but it barely stings. He must be going easy on you and you can't have that if you want your Captain to come home too, so you giggle and goad your Alpha. “Is that the best you can do? That kind of tickled.”
He smacks the other cheek harder, but still you goad, “barely felt that, Alpha.”
The wintergreen surrounding you tinges with the bitterness of frustration and he growls. He fishes into the cardboard box and pulls something you can't see. Bound as you are you can do little to stop him as he deftly fits a ring gag into your mouth and secures it behind your head.
Satisfied with the results, he pulls out his cellphone and presses ‘1’ on the speed dial. You hear it ring a few times before the call connects.
“What, Hwa?” snaps your other alpha. “Did you forget something?”
Seonghwa takes a calming breath before saying “I have a disobedient little Omega trussed up on my lap. I believe she requires both of us for discipline.”
You hear a muffled sound that seems a lot like a groan of frustration. “Are you sure you need me there? I still have a lot to do.”
“Moonflower broke The Rule™, Joong. For the first time. This is significant. Come. Home.”
There is a long moment of silence. “Okay. I'm coming. Be back in 45 minutes. Get her ready.” The call ends abruptly and Seonghwa tosses his phone to the side with a sigh.
“I hope you're ready, little moon, our Sunshine is more like a storm cloud today.”
He runs his hands over your asscheeks - caressing, squeezing, groping before beginning your punishment anew. These slaps are nothing like the love taps from before - he's holding nothing back. After 10, you’re squealing. At 20, you’re squirming as much as your bindings allow, trying to inch away from the punishment.He effortlessly pins you down on his lap with a forearm between your shoulder blades. And at 30, you’re a crying mess but compliant - retreated to that floaty space at the back of your mind. Your ass is a gorgeous shade of red and warm to the touch.
Seonghwa strokes a hand through your hair before trailing it down your back, over your ass, to the junction of your thighs. “You’re even prettier like this Moonflower,” he croons. “You’re crying, but your sweet cunt is weeping just as much as your eyes.” To punctuate his point, he swipes two fingers through your folds and brings it to his mouth, moaning at your taste.
“Just one thing left to do before Joong gets home,” he says while reaching down to gather more slick. He circles two fingers around your asshole before sliding them in. You moan sinfully at the intrusion. He slides them in and out with scissoring motions to open you up. You moan and sway your hips as he adds a third finger. You're close to an orgams by the time he adds a fourth finger, but he swats your ass and the pain is enough to keep you from peaking.
Deciding you’re sufficiently prepped, he reaches into the cardboard box again and pulls out a plug, one of the largest in your arsenal. He runs it through your folds several times to lubricate it with your slick before pressing it against your puckered rim. He pushes it in steadily, with small twisting motions. You groan in discomfort at the widest part, but he continues patiently until the base is fully seated.
“Now you’re perfect! Let’s get you under the tree - a pretty present for our other Alpha.”
Hongjoong’s juniper scent is all fire and ash when he bursts through the door. He slams the front door and goes to the bedroom to drop off his things. When he returns, he takes a seat on the couch next to Hwa who pulls him in for a long kiss. By the time they separate Hongjoong's scent has simmered down to juniper wood with a faint hint of smoke and Seonghwa’s wintergreen sweetened with arousal.
They both turn to look at you for several minutes. Seonghwa rebound your wrists to your thighs, so you are forced to lie with your face down and ass up. Even from the couch they can smell your juicy sugared grapefruit scent; they can see the way your thighs glisten with slick.
“Truly a perfectly presented little present, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong finally speaks. “It's a shame she's been disobedient. I think it's about time we remind her who the Masters around here are. Come, my Star,” he stands and holds out a hand to Seonghwa.
They both approach you, and you inhale their combined scents. Your Omega whines for her Alphas.
“Here's what's going to happen, little Moon,” Hongjoong says. “We're going to untie your hands and use your body for pleasure, yours and ours. You're not allowed to cum.”
“If it becomes too much, your safeword is ‘tinsel’. If you’re still gagged, two taps with your fingers,” Seonghwa continues.
While speaking, both Alphas have stripped off their clothing and taken their positions, Seonghwa in front, and Hongjoong behind you. Joong unties your hands and grabs your arms, hauling you upwards and backwards, impaling you onto his long cock.
You both moan and Seonghwa takes the opportunity to thrust into your mouth through the ring gag. You gag slightly at the intrusion, but he keeps going, burying his hands into your hair. Both Alphas quickly find their pace, thrusting at the same time so that both your throat and pussy are filled at the same.
Though they are ravaging you, your pleasure builds, and your walls tighten and flutter around Joong, who growls. “Don't you dare cum, little Moon! Only good Omegas get to cum and you haven't been very good.” To Hwa he hisses “I'm close.”
Joong releases one of your arms and instead grabs your shoulder for better leverage. He pulls you back onto him viciously. After only a few more thrusts, both Alphas lock eyes above you and spill inside of you. He releases your arms and they both pull out of you.
Removing his hands from your hair, Seonghwa also unbuckles your gag and throws it back in the box. You did your best to swallow all of Seonghwa's load but you missed some and you look absolutely debauched. Slick and cum run down your thighs and a mixture of cum and saliva dribbles down your chin.
Free of the gag, you cough and lick your lips, both to clean them and to alleviate the numbness after being stretched open. While you're recovering, they switch places. Hongjoong wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you to your feet. He squeezes, choking the blood to your brain and your mind fuzzes over further.
He kisses you savagely, all tongue and nipping teeth. At the same time, he plunges two fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum back into you. “Can't let anything go to waste,” he says, never mind that just as much is splashing back out with your slick.
He fucks his fingers into you, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. When your legs begin to shake, he pulls his fingers free and allows you to sink back to the ground. Hongjoong holds his fingers out to Seonghwa who sucks them into his own mouth without a second thought, swirling his tongue around the digits.
They allow you a brief moment to catch your breath, before they line themselves up; Seonghwa with your soaked pussy and Hongjoong with your mouth. Seonghwa enters first, the snapping motion of his hips pushing you down onto Joong’s cock. When he pulls out you come up for a breath before the next thrust sends you down onto the cock in front of you again.
This time, you're careening dangerously towards your peak. The orgasm you gave yourself and the three stolen from you have increased your sensitivity to the max. Your nerve endings are alight and your body is wound so tight, screaming for release.
As your walls quicken around Seonghwa he paints them white. Hongjoong, however, pulls out and shoots his load on your face saying, “you don't deserve to drink my cum. Touching yourself without permission, talking back to Star, and interrupting my work, I'm disappointed in you.”
Your scent wilts into rotting grapefruits as the words echo around the walls of your subspace. Your Omega wails. Disappointed. You. Disappointing. Undeserving. Bad Omega. Failure. You speak the word ‘tinsel” and curl in on yourself dissolving into sobs.
Both Alphas freeze for a split second, their scents sharpening in alarm, you've called yellow before, but never a hard safeworded. Seonghwa is the first to jump into action, quickly cutting your bonds and pulling the comforter off the sofa. He bundles you up and barks at Hongjoong to get a warm washcloth.
He hesitated only for a moment before complying. In the time he's gone, Seonghwa moves you both to the couch where he rocks you gently in his lap. When Hongjoong returns, he uses the warm cloth to clean your face and chest before sitting and opening his arms to you.
Still crying, you climb out of Seonghwa’s lap and into his. “I'm sorry, Alpha,” you hiccup. “Please don't be disappointed in me. I just wanted you to come home.”
After taking a shuddering breath, you continue. “You've been so stressed, I thought some good rough sex would help you relieve it. I didn't mean to make it worse.”
There's a long silence, broken only by your sniffling. Both the juniper and wintergreen scents wilt with guilt.
Hongjoong breaks the silence first. “I'm so sorry little Omega. I've been so busy that I lost sight of my most important treasure.” He tightens his arms around you. “I forgot that my Moon needs her Sun and Star to shine.
“You planned for this to happen? Even though you knew you would be punished? For me?” When you give a tiny nod he continues. “It seems I misspoke then. You are the most perfect Omega I could have ever asked for. You could never disappoint me.”
Seonghwa chimes in also, “such a thoughtful Omega. I should have known you had a reason for breaking The Rule™.”
The three of you cuddle for a short time, scenting each other. Allowing your scents to combine into their signature Grapefruit Julep cocktail. Drained from all the activities, you doze off.
When you wake up a few minutes later, your head is in Seonghwa’s lap where he's stroking his long fingers through your hair. You understand what woke you up when you feel a tongue on your clit. You sit up a little and look at where Hongjoong has buried his face between your thighs.
He uses his tongue to alternate betweening scooping up the cocktail of slick and cum from your pussy (he could easily get cum drunk on the combination) and tapping rhythms on your clit. It doesn't take long until you're on the edge of the orgasm that has been denied to you for so long.
Seonghwa stops stroking your hair to pinch your nipples and you tumble over the edge with a scream. Your thighs clamp around Hongjoong’s head as your vision blacks out and you convulse, your pussy squirting all over the captive Captain.
When your body relaxes, Hongjoong emerges with a soaked face and a radiant grin. Seonghwa just shakes his head with a laugh and carries you to the bathroom to remove the plug and run you a bath, leaving him to clean up and make the bed for the three of them.
Tags: @skzdust
@daydreams-after-dark @catiuskaa I know you two are primarily Skz, but in case you were interested, here's this Ateez piece I did for my network event