Summary:
You finally get some alone time with the pack's omegas
Warnings:
smut, just so much smut, threesome, brat tamers seongsang, spanking, orgasm denial, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), creampie, dubcon vibes at the beginning if you squint, safeword mentioned but not used, super sweet fluffy aftercare
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If you were to describe yourself, you would use words like smart, ambitious, empathetic, and stubborn at times. Cowardly? Definitely not. Despite the stereotypes about omegas, you were not afraid to speak your mind and defend yourself whenever necessary. So why the fuck was it so difficult to ask Seonghwa and Yeosang for an omega-only night at your apartment? These were your packmates, for fuck’s sake! You trusted them with your life, plus it was super easy to talk to them about your heat cycles. It made no sense, and yet here you were, hyping yourself up to knock on Seonghwa’s door. You lightly smacked your cheeks before finally deciding to put on your big girl pants and knock. Luckily, he opened the door before you could start overthinking things. Again.
“Hi, baby!” Seonghwa happily greeted you while pulling you in for a hug. You smiled to yourself, always pleased to be on the receiving end of his affection.
“I have a question,” you started as you leaned back to look up at him. Seonghwa raised a brow, prompting you to continue. “I was wondering if we could have a movie night at my apartment, just the omegas. Only if you want to, of course!”
“You’re so cute,” he cooed, gently pinching your cheek as you pouted. “My love, we’ve been dying to get you to ourselves. Screw a movie night, we’re having an omega-only weekend!” You grinned, keeping your expression mostly calm while you cheered and celebrated in your head. The whole weekend? That was even better than the plan you initially came up with.
“Yippieeee!” Seonghwa chuckled at your use of internet brainrot. He shook his head affectionately as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before disappearing down the hallway.
By the time Friday night rolled around, you were practically buzzing from your suppressed excitement. The two older omegas found it adorable, since they assumed you were happy to be getting alone time with them. They weren’t entirely wrong. You didn’t have much of a plan now that you had two full days for activities. But you were growing more impatient by the minute and used the relative silence of the movie to scheme. Everything came together when Seonghwa had to go to the living room because of a phone call. The movie was paused, leaving you and Yeosang to scroll on your phones while you waited for Seonghwa to return- or in your case, pretending to scroll.
“Hey, Yeosang,” you said while locking your phone. Barely a minute had passed, but fuck it. You didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Hmm?”
“You can say no, but can I…” you paused to take a breath. “Can I have a kiss?” Yeosang froze, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he, too, set his phone to the side. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed your deceptively innocent expression.
“Are you… planning something?”
“No, of course not,” you lied. “I just want a kiss.”
“Just a kiss?” He repeated, tilting his head to the side. You nodded with a grin, pulling a sigh from the older omega. “Then I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows and pouted at him, playing up your disappointment since you already knew the reason.
“It- I don’t,” he sighed harshly. “It’s just not a good idea for tonight.”
“But why?” You whined, taking Wooyoung’s advice and being a bit of a brat. According to the beta, Yeosang was a tamer at heart and would have a hard time controlling himself once you started acting out. Wooyoung was proven right by a sharp glare from Yeosang, directed entirely at you. It sent a shiver down your spine as you fought to keep the smirk off your face.
“Oh,” Yeosang arched a brow. “So you’re playing that game?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you argued, sounding completely unconvincing. “I want a kiss.”
“You sure that’s all you want, sweetheart?”
“Yup,” you added an extra pop to the end, booping his nose as another way of getting under his skin. Yeosang’s eyes darkened, and before you could process what was happening, you were on your back with him hovering over you. One hand gripped your jaw while the other supported his weight as he leaned in, close enough for his nose to just barely brush against yours.
“I’m giving you one more chance,” he warned in a low voice. “Are you sure you only want one kiss?”
“What else would I want?” You shot back, purposefully shifting your hips to subtly grind against him. You had a sinking feeling that was a mistake based on the muscle that twitched in his neck.
“I see you’ve gotten some lessons from Wooyoung,” he stated flatly as his eyes flicked briefly to your lips. “He’s a bad influence.”
“No, he’s–”
“Shh,” Yeosang aggressively shushed you while letting his nails dig lightly into your jaw. “Unless you’re apologizing and admitting what you really want, I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Got it, brat?” You nodded rapidly as arousal pooled in your belly. The intoxicating scent went straight to his head, and he had to take a moment to collect himself before continuing.
“So you do know how to listen,” he scoffed. “Since you’ve apparently been gossiping with Wooyoung, I’m guessing you know why I haven’t kissed you yet.” You nodded again, this time slower.
“And you still pulled this little stunt,” Yeosang noted, sounding almost astonished at your audacity. “Desperate little thing. Begging me for it without even having the courage to say it properly.” You whimpered, squirming under the intensity of his gaze.
“You can’t pull the sympathy card now, sweetheart,” he said while poking his tongue into his cheek when you looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes.
“Say it,” Yeosang snarled, knocking the attitude you built up right back to the ground.
“I’m not lying, I do want you to kiss me,” you frantically explained yourself. “Wooyoung said you won’t stop once you get a taste. I don’t want you to stop.”
“That’s better, but not good enough,” he insisted with his index finger tapping your jaw impatiently.
“But, Yeosang,” you mumbled while trying to sit still. “You know what it is already."
“I do. But I want to hear my sweet little omega say her filthy desires out loud,” he smirked, allowing his primal satisfaction to bleed into his expression for the briefest moment before covering it back up with a mask of indifference.
“So spit. It. Out.”
“God, please, Yeosang! Fuck me, I want to feel you fill me up,” you caved in much quicker than Wooyoung would have, but Yeosang was right. You were desperate.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You didn’t get a chance to respond before his lips finally connected with yours, sending any lingering arguments from your mind. He didn’t wait, didn’t gently ask permission to lick into your mouth. No, he released your jaw, only to slide his hand under your shirt, trailing up your side to roughly cup your breast over your bra. You gasped, and he used the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, greedily swallowing the broken moans falling from the back of your throat. Neither of you noticed the door opening, or the glare being sent your way.
“I’m sorry, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Seonghwa asked sarcastically. You broke the kiss, turning your attention to the pack’s eldest member while you panted heavily. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. He would have looked relaxed if it weren’t for the fire in his eyes and the subtle clench in his jaw.
“No, you’re just in time, actually,” Yeosang replied while sitting up on his knees, addressing the eldest without actually looking at him.
“Oh? For what, exactly?” Yeosang finally turned to Seonghwa with a wicked grin spreading on his face. Seonghwa’s eyebrows raised slightly, thoroughly intrigued.
“To show our omega what happens when she decides to be a bratty little slut.” You bit back a whine, but couldn’t keep your legs from squeezing Yeosang’s waist. The corner of his mouth twitched up as his eyes raked down your body, silently enjoying the flush spreading from your cheeks down to your neck. Seonghwa came up behind him, leaning on his shoulder to look down at you.
“She’s already in trouble with Hongjoong,” Seonghwa noted, pulling an intrigued hum from Yeosang.
“Yeah? How so?”
“No one told you?” Seonghwa peeked at the younger omega from the corner of his eye. The ghost of a smirk told him everything he needed to know: Yeosang definitely heard about it. He just wanted to see you squirm more.
“She was feisty during her heat, all back-talk and attitude with our alpha,” he whispered to Yeosang, yet it was still purposefully loud enough for you to hear.
“I didn’t mean–”
“I wasn’t talking to you yet, baby,” Seonghwa interrupted your attempt to defend yourself. You huffed through your nose, furrowing your eyebrows but keeping your mouth shut for the time being.
“She still has an attitude,” Yeosang pointed out. “But I suppose that makes sense. Hongjoong couldn’t give her a proper punishment cus of her injury.”
“Hmm, she’s still not fully healed. I’m not sure if we should go too hard on her this time,” Seonghwa’s caring nature never left, not even when he was annoyed, giving you the confidence boost you needed to speak up.
“U-Um, San said you two are mean,” you started while twisting the hem of your shirt in your fingers.
“Did he?” Seonghwa mused, quirking a brow playfully.
“He did, and I want–” you paused to swallow your pride. “I want you to be mean. Please don’t hold back.” For a moment, they just stared at you in a stunned silence before their self-control finally snapped.
“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Yeosang growled as he tore- yes, literally tore- your shirt and shorts from your body, leaving you in the matching lace set you bought just for this weekend.
“You did plan this, I fuckin’ knew it,” he mumbled to himself before quickly manuevering you over his lap. You squeaked from the sudden movement, digging your nails into his thigh with one hand while the other gripped the mattress to keep your balance.
“Y/N,” Seonghwa pulled your attention to him with a finger under your chin, kneeling in front of you so his face was level with yours. Your breath caught in your throat from his deadly serious expression. “I know you’re asking for this, but if you change your mind, if you need us to slow down, stop what we’re doing, anything- tell us.”
“I will,” you grinned and wiggled your eyebrows at him. “I know the traffic light system.”
“You little–” he scoffed and rolled his eyes before standing. “Do it, Yeosang.”
“Gladly. Count for me.”
“Wh–?!” You cut yourself off with a yelp when his hand landed on your ass with a resounding smack, leaving behind a tingly feeling that sent a fresh wave of arousal down your spine.
“Count,” he reminded you with another harsh slap, this time to the other cheek.
“Two! That was two,” you blurted out despite the blanket of cotton that was already filling your mind.
“Good girl, keep going.” Yeosang spanked you again, and again, and again. By the time you reached ten, tears were streaming freely down your face and every slap was punctuated by your breathy moans.
“You took your punishment so well, baby,” Seonghwa praised while having a silent conversation made up of brow movements and rapid blinking with Yeosang. The latter set you on the bed, being mindful of the sensitive, hand-shaped red marks on your ass before sitting behind you. He pulled your head into his lap, brushing the hair from your forehead while Seonghwa took his place between your thighs. You had no idea when it happened, but at some point both of them had lost their shirts, which you definitely weren’t gonna complain about. The eldest omega’s fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, gently tugging them down your legs before tossing them somewhere behind him.
“You’re this wet just from getting spanked? Pathetic,” he teased, narrowing his eyes as you whined and clamped your thighs together.
“Don’t hide from us,” Seonghwa warned you with a low growl at the back of his throat while pushing your legs apart by your knees. Before you could even think of a protest, he laid on his stomach so his face was level with your pussy, slowly dragging his tongue from your entrance up to your clit. You gasped, throwing your head back with your eyes squeezed shut as he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Keep your eyes on him, sweetheart,” Yeosang ordered, using one hand to support the back of your head while the other held your chin still. You were forced to look directly into Seonghwa’s dark, heated eyes while your thighs trembled on either side of his head. Two fingers thrust into you without warning, pulling a high-pitched whine from you while your hips unintentionally bucked forward. Seonghwa used his unoccupied hand to pin your hips to the bed. You writhed against their hold as he brought you closer to your release with expert, almost scary precision.
“Fuck, I-I’m, I’m gonna–”
“Don’t cum,” Yeosang’s steady, low voice cut through your pleas. You couldn’t even try to bribe him with your begging, watery eyes with how tightly his hand gripped your jaw.
“But–”
“No ‘but’, sweetheart,” he once again shut down your argument before you could fully form it in your mind. “If you cum now, you don’t get to cum on our cocks later.” You whimpered, chest heaving with the effort of holding back, but without your orgasm as the end goal, you had no idea how long they would keep this up. Unfortunately for you, they were patient. The next fifteen minutes felt like hours to you as you struggled against the desire to cum on Seonghwa’s tongue.
“Hwa, please! I can’t- it- fuck, too much!” You cried and tried to wiggle away, earning a light nip to your clit that had your thighs clamping around Seonghwa’s head. He gently pushed them apart to free himself before sitting up on his knees. Your flush darkened several shades upon seeing his mouth and chin coated in your slick.
“What’s your color?” He asked while rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs. Yeosang’s grip on your jaw loosened as well, letting your head relax against his opposite hand while he brushed his fingers across your cheekbone.
“Green,” you replied between deep breaths to calm your rapid heartbeat.
“Atta girl,” Yeosang smiled softly as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead before addressing the eldest. “She ready for us?”
“Definitely,” he confirmed while helping you sit up, giving Yeosang the chance to unclasp your bra before stripping his own pants and boxers. He sat against your headboard, guiding you into his lap after Seonghwa slid your bra off to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You opened your mouth to complain about the distance between you and the eldest omega, but the words died on your tongue as Yeosang lined himself up at your entrance, slowly sinking his cock in you while your nails dug into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he groaned once he bottomed out, gripping your hips with his hands trembling from the effort of holding back. “God, the alphas have been so fucking selfish, keeping this pretty little pussy to themselves.”
“Yeosang, move, please,” you urged breathlessly. He gave an encouraging squeeze to your hips before rolling his own hips up in languid, almost lazy thrusts. “Faster, please.”
“Not yet. Be patient, sweetheart,” he mumbled while trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping to run his tongue across the bite marks on your mating gland. You whimpered, collapsing against his chest as he sucked a dark purple mark on top of the claims. There was some rustling behind you, then a warm hand brushing up your spine to rest in the hair at the base of your neck.
“Careful, you’ll piss off the alphas,” Seonghwa warned light-heartedly.
“They can’t be pissed if I didn’t bite her,” Yeosang argued. “Besides, don’t we deserve to mark up our girl, too?”
“Point taken,” he conceded before turning his attention back to you. “Baby, I need you to relax and breathe with Yeosang, okay?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, not quite understanding what he was planning, but doing your best to comply anyway. You easily matched Yeosang’s deep, steady breathing as your muscles visibly relaxed in his hold.
“Good, just like that,” Seonghwa softly praised, grinning at the purr rising in the back of your throat. You weren’t expecting the tip of his cock to press into you, right next to where Yeosang was already buried in your pussy. Your breathing hitched as you tensed up from the intrusion.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Yeosang cooed while massaging your thighs. He smothered you in affection, pressing little kisses to your cheek, your temple, the crown of your head- anywhere he could reach.
“Keep breathing with me, Y/N,” he murmured into your hair, helping you relax again so Seonghwa could continue to push into your cunt inch by inch. You whined into the crook of Yeosang’s neck, but managed not to tense up again with their gentle hands and whispers of encouragement. Once they were both fully seated in you, they stopped and gave you ample time to adjust to the feeling.
“M-Move,” you said after a minute of silence broken only by your collective panting. As the anchor, Yeosang didn’t have as much range of motion as Seonghwa. He shallowly grinded into you while Seonghwa thrusted freely, starting out slow for your sake.
“I know, baby,” Seonghwa reassured you with gentle kisses between your shoulder blades. “It’ll feel so good soon, I promise.”
“Focus on us,” Yeosang added while the eldest gradually picked up his pace. “It’s just us right now. Don’t think, just let your omegas fuck the thoughts right out of that pretty little head.”
“Goddamn, you feel fuckin’ divine, little ‘mega,” Seonghwa words slurred together as his eyes rolled back, letting them flutter shut when Yeosang’s hand snaked between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, making you shudder and clench around their cocks. The hand that was on the base of your neck moved to your headboard to support his weight while the other slid up your side to squeeze your tit. Broken, airy moans spilled endlessly from your mouth as his thumb flicked over your nipple while Yeosang pressed harder on your clit.
“G-Gonna, fuck- can I…?” You trailed off, unable to properly ask the question with how quickly the knot in your belly was building up.
“Cum for us,” Yeosang finally granted his permission after denying you for so long. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you in waves, vision whiting out from the intensity.
“Shit-” You vaguely registered the mumbled curses and groans from both men moments before the warmth of their combined releases flooded your cunt. Seonghwa continued to roll his hips, working all three of you through your highs before slowing to a stop. They held your trembling body between theirs, keeping you grounded to reality with their gentle caresses. You stayed like that for a few minutes, tangled up in each other even as their cocks softened inside you. Once your breathing evened out, they pulled out, leaving you feeling empty as their cum dripped down your thighs.
“Come on,” Seonghwa stood and gestured to the bathroom with his head, prompting Yeosang to carry you in and set you on the counter. It was like a switch flipped. All of their harsh words and rough man-handling immediately swapped to hushed reassurances as they fully caved into their nurturing instincts. You nearly dozed off while sitting up several times, being shaken awake every time so you wouldn’t fall off the counter. They moved in tandem, efficiently getting you clean and into a pair of pajamas before worrying about themselves. The movie, which had long been forgotten, was resumed while you relaxed into the blankets, tucked securely between your elder omegas.
“I know you’re not paying attention,” Yeosang noted after seeing you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You’re gonna need your energy.”
“Hm?” You hummed and blinked at him as your brain lagged behind. You could practically hear the dial-up tone in your mind while you tried to understand the implication.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Seonghwa took pity on you after a minute of you staring blankly at Yeosang. You turned to him with furrowed brows. “My love, it’s Friday night. I told the pack we wouldn’t be back until Monday morning. We still have two whole days to ruin you.”
“Ohh,” your brows shot up once it finally clicked. You shrugged and scooted lower to use Yeosang’s chest as your pillow. He chuckled and gently scratched your scalp, lulling you to sleep that much quicker.
“Wooyoung and San are gonna have so much fun when they get their hands on you,” Seonghwa’s comment was the last thing you heard before you were out like a light.
ATEEZ ships I like, rated most to least lesbian. Little to no explanation. feel free to debate. I have my reasons.
1: Seongsang or whatever Seonghwa and Yeosang are called.
2: Jongsang. One may think they are the classic butch and fem. But we cannot discount the doberman Yeosang. I believe that they are butch lesbians. together. mwah.
3: MATZ. a classic.
4: Sangi. the two sporty tomboys from High School. I don't care if they're not actually sporty, they have the vibe. Anyone who plays a sport is at an extreme risk of exposure to homosexuality.
4: Minjoong. Older, uptight boss/manager, and the slightly clueless new employee who is immediately whipped and looks up to her boss like she's a hero. That is what I think of them as.
5: 2ho
6: Yunsan. reason? @mrakobesss drew fem Yunsan a few times and it has imprinted on me.
7: Jonggi.
8: Topaz. similar too Minjoong except Wooyoung is not clueless, she is very much not innocent. To me they drift rapidly between very mlm and very wlw.
9: Hohong… what do I say about them..? They just don’t give me the lesbian vibe. Great ship though, I must repent for forgetting them.
10: Seonghwa and Wooyoung. on thin ice. falling into more mlm territory here.
11: Sansang.
12: Woosan. very mlm but they have their moments.
13: Yungi. decidedly not lesbian. I do not watch BL much, but whenever I see them interact, all I can think of is them in a Korean BL.
If you give me your opinions as comments/asks/tags, I will consider your opinions, and have a civil debate with you.
