#alpha!euijoo

You don’t have much time to dwell on it, because the door to the back clicks openly sharply and your name rings out into the waiting area. Nicho gets up first, pocketing his phone before helping you up out of the chair. He makes small talk with the nurse as she leads you both back to an exam room. 

The next few minutes go by in what feels like a blur. The nurse takes your vitals and asks about your medical history. You answer as best as you can, with Nicho chiming in every once in a while when you feel a little too spacey to come up with a response. She finally leaves the room with the promise that the doctor will be in soon.

You can feel the weight of Nicho’s gaze from across the room, so you busy yourself with picking aimlessly at the paper on the exam table. He says your name once, gently. You hum, but don’t look at him. He says it again, this time with a little more force. Reluctantly, you lift your head to stare at him. 

“You’re thinking too much. Stop stressing. It’s going to be fine,” he says, his tone vaguely reminiscent of Euijoo’s alpha voice. But as much as he tries, it’s never going to have the same effect as the alpha’s actual words. Your body relaxes, but only a smidge. 

“What if it's not fine though?” you ask hesitantly. 

He sighs and sits up straighter in his chair. “That’s why we’re here. We’ve talked about this.” His tone is sharp. 

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you trail off as the door to the exam room opens. 

Your doctor strolls in, a happy grin on her face. “Hello, hello! Good to see you as always!” she chirps. She glances around the room and pauses for a moment. “Just you two today?”

From the corner of your eye, you can see Nicho frown once again. “Euijoo’s at work,” he concedes. 

She nods, clearly aware of the uncomfortable air that has settled in the room. She sits down in the rolling chair and slides forward a bit. “So, what brings us in today?”

You begin to fidget with your clothes. “We’re uh…,” you glance over at Nicho who gives you a nod of encouragement. “We’re ready to start trying to conceive, I think.” 

Her eyes light up immediately. “Really? Oh that’s great! Wow, has it really been that long? It feels like just yesterday you were mated.” Which is a fair question if you’re being honest, because she’s been your doctor since before you three were even dating. You nod shyly. 

“Alrighty then,” she says, crossing one leg over the other. “How are we planning to…go about this then?” she asks, waving a hand between you and your omega mate. 

Her smile is still bright, so you steel your nerves and continue. “Nicholas is nervous about the whole…concept of pregnancy, I guess. So we decided that I would try and get pregnant first, so that if he eventually decides he wants to have a baby himself, he knows what to expect.” You pause for a moment, letting her take in the information. “We’re here today because we just want to make sure I'm healthy and everything. That my body is ready for it.”

“Well,” she says, “let’s get started then.”

A few hours later, Euijoo finds you and Nicholas cuddled up on the couch, fast asleep. A stack of pregnancy related pamphlets sits on the coffee table and he pretends to ignore their existence. Frankly, the fact that you both look exhausted and his own overwhelming guilt are more pressing matters. He tried so hard to get off work for this appointment, but his clients had last minute changes they wanted done before the deadline tomorrow. The guilt ate him alive all day as he watched the hours tick by, knowing that you and Nicho would be sitting in that cold, sterile doctor’s office alone. 

You had been vulnerable with him a few weeks ago, voicing your anxiety about the appointment. And stupidly, he had promised that he would find a way to get the time off so he could be there with you. He should’ve known better than to make a promise he couldn’t keep. 

Euijoo can see the sticky residue of a scent-blocking patch peeking out from underneath Nicho’s collar. The skin around the area is red and puffy. He must have used the regular patches instead of the ones made for sensitive skin. Euijoo makes a mental note to grab another box at the store tomorrow. 

In the meantime, he pads toward the bathroom to grab some itch relief cream. He stops in the bedroom for a moment to change into comfier clothes. There’s a 99% chance the t-shirt he put on is actually yours, based on the clean, cottony scent emanating from it. Though at this point in your relationship, it’s yours just as much as it’s his and Nicho’s. 

When he finally returns to the living room, you’re awake and scrolling on your phone. You clearly know he’s there based on the way your eyes flick up when he crosses the threshold, but you don’t give him the liberty of a greeting. Fair enough, Euijoo thinks to himself. I would be mad at me too.  

After a moment, he wills himself to finally approach the couch. He squirts a bit of itch cream onto his finger and deposits the tube on the table. You watch silently as he kneels, pulls back the neck of Nicho’s shirt, and lightly dabs the cream onto the inflamed area. 

At first, you don’t say anything. You simply stare at him in silence. But once he’s done and is wiping his finger on a paper towel, you speak up. “I told him we had time to pick up a new box before the appointment, but he refused.” 

Yeah that’s not surprising at all. It’s exactly something Nicho would do. But the way you say it makes it sound like an apology. Like you’ve been carrying the guilt of that action all day. You and Euijoo are more similar than it may seem. 

“It’s okay,” he shushes you. He’s silent for a beat, and then, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your appointment.” 

You seem to stew in your thoughts for a second before responding. “I forgive you. I know you wouldn’t have missed it without a good reason.”

He nods. “Did it go well?”

“Yeah. She said I seem perfectly healthy. Just waiting to hear back about my bloodwork results. If everything looks good, we can start…trying…whenever.” 

It doesn’t matter how long you three have been together and how much sex you’ve had, any mention of getting pregnant makes you stumble over your words. It’s an endearing trait that Euijoo has come to adore over the past few months of discussion. You very rarely get shy with them anymore, so it’s nice to see that side of you again. He reaches out to cup your cheek. “That’s good. Do you think you want to wait until our cycles? Or start sooner?” 

You frown a little bit and Euijoo takes a second to admire the scrunch in your face. “Start sooner I think? I don’t want our cycles to feel like a chore. Like it’s something we have to do and not something we want to do.” 

He can’t help but agree with what you say. “Okay, we can do that,” he says, brushing a thumb against your lower lip to stop you from biting it. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

Less than a week later, Euijoo strolls into the kitchen and drops an envelope onto the table in front of you. You stare blankly at it for a few seconds before your brain processes the health center logo. Blinking a few more times, you push the envelope toward Nicholas, who sits across from you. He raises a brow questioningly at you. “I don’t wanna open it,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. 

Initially, he rolls his eyes. But eventually he gives in and tears it open. He glances over the paper quickly before smirking. “Clean bill of health. No concerns,” he says proudly.

“That’s great,” you hear Euijoo say from the kitchen. “So we can start trying whenever?”

You stare down at the table in front of you. “I guess, yeah,” you mutter. 

Euijoo’s stare bores into the back of your head. “What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping closer to you and Nicholas. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say, still avoiding eye contact with either of them. 

You can hear Nicho scoff, and then the chair next to you scrapes the floor as Euijoo pulls it out to sit down. He reaches out to brush his thumb against your cheek. “Seriously, what’s wrong? I know you were nervous about this appointment, but this is exactly the news we wanted to hear.” 

God, he’s way too gentle for an alpha. How did you manage to bag him and Nicho? “I, uh,” you begin. “It’s just a little too real now, I guess. It’s kind of…daunting.” 

Euijoo hums and pushes the collar of your shirt down to run his wrist along the scent gland on your neck. You nod, a little drunk on the feeling. Or maybe that has something to do with the soothing pheromones Nicho has been releasing. Either way, it calms your nerves. “It is a lot to think about, huh? Don’t worry too much about it right now. We’ll take it slow. Nothing has to change much right now. We can let everything happen naturally. And if something happens, we’ll face it all together, alright?” 

Once more, you nod. He scents you for a little longer, before standing up and ruffling your hair. “I’m going to shower. If you’re still nervous, you can talk it over with Nichol.” 

You watch as the alpha pads back toward your shared bedroom. The air is heavy and silent in the room now. You try your best to focus on your phone again, but Nicho’s eyes never leave you. You squirm under his gaze until you can’t handle it anymore. “Why are you glaring at me?”

He’s squinting at you like you’re a puzzle he’s trying to solve. “There’s something else that’s bothering you,” he says sternly. 

Damn him for knowing his own mate too well. “No there’s not,” you counter. 

“I can tell by your scent that you’re lying,” he deadpans. 

You stare defiantly at him. He stares back blankly and you know this is a battle you’re definitely going to lose. Nicho is nothing if not stubborn. “I’m just worried that we’re going to be neglecting you during this process, I guess. I want trying for a baby to be fun for you too,” you admit. 

“Baby, I think I could cum untouched just from watching Juju fuck you.” You breathe a sigh of relief, but are quickly concerned again when he flashes a mischievous smile at you. “But don’t worry about me. I have an idea.” Nicho and the word “idea” should never occur in the same sentence, especially when it comes to sex.

And that’s how you find yourself in your current predicament a few hours later.

You’re naked on your back, legs spread wide and held down by Nicho’s arms. He’s lapping furiously at your cunt, like he’s been deprived of this his whole life (spoiler alert: he has not). Euijoo kneels behind him, brows furrowed in concentration and tongue poking out as he fingers the omega open. 

The alpha must hit the right spot, because Nicho pulls back and lets out the filthiest moan. “Yeah?” Euijoo asks with a smirk. “You think you’re ready?” The omega nods furiously. You hear the crack of a hand coming down on skin and a yelp that follows moments later. When you look up, Euijoo is softly rubbing the curve of Nicho’s ass. “I didn’t say stop, did I? Don’t leave our girl all neglected.”

Before you can even register the words, the omega dives right back in. Plush lips suck harshly at your clit and you whine. From somewhere else in the room, you hear Euijoo shushing you. Hypocrite you think to yourself. He’s so loud when he’s not domming. Nicho pulls you out of your thoughts with a few more harsh sucks and your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your eyes roll back and everything goes quiet. The only thing you feel is overwhelming pleasure.

When you finally come back to, Nicho is still above you, though he’s panting softly. The telltale rock of his hips and the reappearance of Euijoo behind him tells you that the toy has finally been brought out. After a moment, the omega gasps and a loud pop fills the room. 

“Oh god it’s bigger than I remember,” he rasps. You can see the alpha’s pitiful pout from over Nicho’s shoulder. The room is quickly filled with the stench of displeased alpha, so the omega quickly corrects himself. “Not bigger than you though, Juju.” The acrid smell begins to fade immediately. Typical alpha.

“Up,” Euijoo says, tapping lightly at the skin of Nicho’s hip. Gently as though to not shift the toy now nestled in inside him, Nicho crawls up the bed to lean against the headboard. You shuffle to rest between his legs. Your alpha plants his hands on either side of you and you look up to meet his eyes. He smiles gently down at you. “Hi baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You ready?”

You nod eagerly and glance down between your bodies. His cock hangs heavy between you, thick and red and pulsing from lack of attention. You wrap your arms around him as he hikes one of your legs up, before pushing himself in. It feels as if he’s going agonizingly slow on purpose and you feel yourself getting antsy with need. 

When he finally bottoms out, you sigh with relief, knowing that he’ll fuck you soon. But instead of moving, he pauses. “Juju, please,” you whine, nails clawing at his back.

He winces a bit at the sting. “Give me a minute, baby. Just wanna look at you for a moment.”

“He’s just holding off because he’s about to cum just from the idea of breeding you,” Nicho whispers dirtily in your ear.

Euijoo shifts his weight so he can reach up and pinch the omega’s thigh, who yelps in response. “Brat,” he mutters. Then, he leans over to where his phone rests on the bed and clicks a button. You hear the toy begin to faintly buzz and Nicho reacts with a broken gasp. 

With the omega preoccupied, Euijoo finally moves. He pulls almost all the way out before plunging back in. The feeling is delicious, the slide smooth and languid from your earlier release. Within a few thrusts, he finds your sweet spot and you can't help but shudder. And your mates know that response a little too well, because Nicho pulls your leg up higher while Euijoo smirks. 

But two (three, you suppose) can play at that game. You reach out to where the alpha’s phone sits and move the slider farther to the right. The toy’s buzzing gets even faster and Nicho’s hips buck up against you. You can faintly hear him whisper, “fuck.” 

A hand lightly grazing your nipple pulls your mind away from the momentary win. You suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected feeling. Nicho fingers twirl delicately around the bud and he must have licked them right before because they’re fucking wet. He tweaks it again, less gently this time and you hold back a moan. “Juju’s gonna love how big these get when you’re pregnant,” he says with much more composure than you were hoping for. “Right Jju?” 

When you look up, the alpha groans and nods enthusiastically. His pupils are blown, eyes almost entirely black rather than their normal chocolate brown. There’s sweat dripping down his temples and his mouth hangs open, panting. He makes a particularly deep thrust and you gasp, reaching out to grab Nicho’s free arm. He wraps himself around you even more in response and leans down to press a kiss to your head. “Shhh, you can take it,” he mumbles into your hair. “I know you can.” 

The hand on your breast trails down, farther and farther until it reaches where you want it the most. He teases you at first, fingers ghosting over your clit for a few seconds. Then he dives in, circling it just how you like. And you swear the alpha and omega are telepathically connected because, at the same time, Euijoo finds the perfect angle, ramming into your sweet spot over and over. 

You’re too preoccupied with the intense pleasure to notice Euijoo leaning over to increase the speed of Nicho’s toy once more. The room becomes hot and heavy, the sound of various groans, cries, and gasps filling the air. Euijoo’s knot is just starting to swell, catching on your walls as he continues to thrust shallowly. Nicho is hard and throbbing behind you, eagerly grinding against your back. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and you’re egged on by the thought of your two mates being just as close. 

The final straw is your alpha leaning down to kiss and suck at the mating mark on your neck. You quiver as your climax hits you, and you feel yourself contract against Euijoo’s rapidly expanding knot. He mumbles something against your skin, though the pleasure makes it too hard to hear what he’s saying. You do notice the way one of his hands reaches over to the phone. You have half a mind to realize he pushed the knot button on the toy’s app, if Nicho’s cries and the stickiness along your back are any indication. 

Euijoo’s knot finally expands all the way and he twitches inside you as he releases. He drops more of his body weight on top of you and your mind blanks out. You can’t feel anything but full, full, full. 

After a minute or so of bliss, you come back to the world of the living. Euijoo has flipped you both over to your sides to lay more comfortably while tied together. Nicho’s still behind you, one hand petting your hair gently, the other palming over the small bulge in your lower abdomen.  “I think our little alpha has a breeding kink,” he whispers into your neck. 

Euijoo’s face, red from exertion, flushes impossibly more. “No I don’t!”

“It’s alright if you do Juju, it’s hot,” the omega teases him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you cum that much since the first time you knotted me.” 

The alpha buries his face into your neck. You brush some stray hairs off his forehead, sticky with sweat. “It’s okay, I liked it,” you reassure him.

The room falls into a comfortable silence as everyone catches their breath. You can’t help but wish you could pause time, sit here with your two mates forever. But you’re soon interrupted by Euijoo pressing his hand overtop the same spot that Nicho’s lays. “You think it will take?” he mumbles to no one in particular. 

You hear Nicho laugh sharply behind you. “Definitely. You gave her enough to have a whole litter at once.” 

You can know the exact moment that Euijoo processes the words, because his cock twitches inside of you. “Byun Euijoo!” you scold, smacking him lightly on the chest.

“I’m sorry,” he stammers, hips wiggling against yours. “I can’t help it.” Your body responds by clenching down on him and he chokes on air. His knot throbs and you writhe at the feeling. 

Nicho giggles behind you, clearly pleased with the predicament his two mates are in. So, you lean back to pinch his thigh. “Stop it or I’ll make him put a baby in you too,” you grit out from between your teeth.

Now, it’s not like it was really all that big of surprise that you three had finally synced. You’ve been mated for 3 years now, so it was only a matter of time. In fact, at your last appointment, the doctor had asked if your cycles had synced with your mates yet, since bloodwork showed some increased hormone levels. Obviously, you said no, but she made it clear that it was likely coming soon. 

But as you stand in the snack aisle of the grocery store, you wish you had asked her more about cycle syncing. You can barely concentrate long enough to figure out what brand of granola bars to get. You can’t imagine trying to take care of your two other mates like this. And you aren’t even close to the peak yet. 

The thing is, between the three of you, cycles were a relatively complicated thing. Yours tend to come with headaches and migraines so debilitating you don’t leave your bed for days. Even the softest of scents make your extremely sensitive nose twitch in displeasure. When you do feel well enough to emerge from your little cave of darkness, you can’t stand to let Euijoo or Nicholas leave your sight. It makes the little demon in your brain go haywire, because how can you make sure your mates are safe if you can’t see them? Euijoo is no better during his rut. Your usually easy-going mate becomes unreasonably possessive during that time. It’s not really his fault, but with both you and Nicho being people who value independence, it has caused a fair share of arguments over time. He also gets exceptionally needy. You’ve never heard more whining in your life than during the week of Euijoo’s ruts. He constantly wants something, whether that’s cuddles, food, scenting, or, often times, a good fuck. And Nicholas…well his heats are arguably the worst. He experiences extreme mood swings, high fevers, recurring nausea, debilitating cramps, body aches, the list goes on. Not to mention, his everlasting need for a knot. Which is fine when Euijoo is around, but he’s also only human, and needs a break every once in a while. And unfortunately, you do not have a knot, nor any of the…anatomical necessities for one. But Nicho’s heat-addled brain doesn’t understand that, so trying to help him often results in him angrily crying at you for depriving him of a knot that doesn’t even exist. 

Needless to say, all three of you are a mess during individual cycles. Trying to imagine all of that happening simultaneously without all hell breaking loose is near to impossible. How on earth are you going to survive this next week?

Before your brain can dig you down an even deeper hole, warm hands brush your waist from behind. Euijoo dips his head to brush the tip of his nose against the junction between your neck and shoulder. It’s hardly appropriate for the public setting you’re in. “Byun Euijoo!” you exclaim, whipping around to lightly smack him on the chest.

“What?” he asks defensively while frowning in protest. “How is everyone here supposed to know your mine?” You pointedly look at the matching mating bites peeking out just slightly from where the collar of his shirt hangs. “But you’re wearing a hoodie! No one can see it!” he whines.

“Juju, we’re mated. I smell like I’m mated” you respond. The worst thing to do is to play into his little whims this early in pre-rut. Because once his full rut hits, he’ll take advantage of that. 

He doesn’t say anything, but still pouts. You turn back to the granola bars you were previously looking at. You reach out to grab the first decent looking box, but Euijoo grabs your wrist before you can do anything. He gently lets go, then gestures to the box next to it. Same brand, different flavor. When you give him a pointed look, he looks down and mumbles, “Nicho will only eat the strawberry ones.”

At first you scoff a little bit, but then take a second to think about it. And if you’re being honest, you really can’t remember the last time you saw him eat any granola bar during his heat that wasn’t strawberry. Curse Byun Euijoo and his ability to remember even the finest details about his mates. And his inability to let literally anyone else do the grocery shopping. Control freak much?

But then before you even realize, there’s tears falling down your cheeks. Euijoo notices them just as fast. He drops the box of granola bars into the cart and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tightly into his chest. 

“What’s wrong?” He wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb.

You sniffle once. Twice. “I’m such a bad mate. I don’t even know what flavor of granola bars he likes.”

“You’re not a bad mate,” he consoles. “I usually go to the store alone. It’s normal to not know what we usually get. Okay?”

You nod against his chest. You feel his chest rise sharply. “Let’s finish up and go home,” he suggests. You nod again, finally feeling courageous enough to stand up straight once more. 

The rest of the trip goes by quickly, with Euijoo grabbing most of the necessities while you trail behind him. The car ride home is relatively silent. Your head is pounding once again and he must be able to tell, because he turns the volume of the radio down until it's barely audible. You lean your head against the cool window. The skin on your hand prickles as Euijoo brushes his thumb against your knuckles. You zone out and when you finally come to, the car is slowly pulling into the driveway. 

The house is quiet when you step inside. Most of the lights are out and Nicholas’ heady scent is thick in the air. It has that musky tinge to it that tends to creep in as his heat approaches. Euijoo’s nostrils flare as he steps through the doorway and he immediately releases pheromones in response to the scent. You’re not quite sure if he’s aware that he’s doing it. Either way, it does numbers on your anxiety, which had been building from the moment you left the grocery store. 

As your alpha makes his way to the kitchen to unpack the groceries, you head down the hall in search of your other mate. Just as you expected, you open the door to the main bedroom and the lights are off. There’s a significant pile of dirty laundry on the bed. Surely, it's a haphazard nest that the omega rushed to get together when he realized he was in pre-heat. You wonder if he came to the same realization that you and Euijoo had, or if he just thought that this was an early heat.

Stripping down to just your underwear and a tank top, you crawl into the nest. Gently, you place yourself next to the omega, wrapping your arms around him and nosing along his bare shoulder. His body’s reaction is immediate as his scent curls around the both of you and settles in the air above the nest like a haze. Seconds later, you see his eyelashes flutter as he wakes. He turns his head toward you lazily, eyes barely open. He leans in to kiss you but misses slightly, his lips just grazing the corner of your mouth. He shrugs, then his head falls onto your shoulder. “Finally. You guys took forever,” he mumbles. The warm feeling of his breath tickles your skin.

“We stopped to get groceries,” you whisper into his hair. He hums back, content to keep himself pressed into you. His tongue darts out to give a small lick at the area, before he pulls away reluctantly. You know that he’s hesitant to start indulging without Euijoo present. As he always says, why have just one mate here when you can have two? What a greedy omega he is. Not that you and Euijoo care anyway. You both love it. 

He pulls back and tilts his chin up to get a good look at your face. After a minute of studying you in silence, he frowns. “You have a headache.”

It’s your turn to frown now. “How did you know that?”

“Your eyebrows are pinched,” he says softly, brushing a hand along the wrinkles on your forehead and forcing your facial muscles to relax. You lean into the touch, finally letting yourself melt and your instincts take over. Your eyes flutter closed and your scent blooms in the air. It mixes with Nicho’s and the room finally feels less stuffy. 

Eventually, you will yourself to speak once again. “Euijoo says we’re all synced.” 

Nicho’s hand stills where it had been stroking your hair softly. “Oh,” he murmurs. “I guess it was finally time. That’s why your head hurts, right?” You nod, eyes still closed. “How’s Juju?” he asks.

“He was a little grumpy at lunch. Touchy at the store. He’s doing pretty good with all things considered,” you tell him. He hums, hand returning to your hair to play with it once again. The action soothes you considerably, and slowly you drift off to sleep.

When you finally wake, it’s to the sound of Nicho’s soft whimpers. Euijoo’s alpha scent surrounds you and makes arousal pool deep in your belly. Though the sight you’re faced with when you open your eyes is even better. 

On the other side of the bed, Nicholas is perched on the alpha’s lap, naked from the waist down. One of Euijoo’s old t-shirts hangs loosely on his shoulders. The bottom hem of the fabric is bunched up over his hips. It’s held in place by the alpha’s hands, which are also controlling the omega’s movements. Your eyes flit downwards to see where the two are connected. Nicho is desperately grinding against the alpha’s bare leg, just underneath where his athletic shorts are pushed up on his thigh. The skin there glistens in a combination of slick and sweat. The omega’s cock bounces against his stomach as he grinds. Euijoo’s head is thrown back, eyes pointed at the ceiling. Probably to distract himself, especially as his own cock is still trapped and throbbing in his shorts. 

This first wave must have hit rather unexpectedly, judging by the fact that both of them are still clothed. Well, at least somewhat clothed in Nicho’s case. You keep yourself as still as possible, drinking in the sight for as long as you can. Within minutes, Euijoo’s head lolls sideways and his eyes meet yours. “Enjoying the show?” he teases.

You roll your eyes. Damn him and his stupid alpha super senses. “God forbid a girl just watch her mates for a little while,” you pout at him. 

Nicho whines from where he’s seated in the alpha’s lap. “Why are you just laying there? Come touch me,” he demands. 

“Wow, we’re needy already, huh?” you lilt. You pull yourself up to lean against Euijoo’s shoulder. But you don’t give Nicho the relief of your touch. Instead, you tease. “Why would I touch you hm? You’re already riding Juju’s thigh. While you’ve been doing that, he’s been all neglected right? Look.” You lean down to pull the alpha’s waistband down. Instantly, his cock springs out, red and throbbing and oozing. Your mouth waters a little just looking at it. 

You reach out with a finger and smear the pre-cum across the head. You hear Euijoo gasp lightly in your ear. After some more teasing touches, you wrap your hand around and pump it a few times. The alpha lets out a throaty groan at this and out of your peripheral, you see Nicho’s hips begin to pick up speed. 

You quicken the pace of your own hand, thumb coming up to play with the slit. Euijoo moans breathily and his grip loosens on Nicho’s hips. In response, the omega presses himself down even harder, sloppily grinding on the muscle. The lewd squelching sound it makes echoes around the room. 

Euijoo moans throatily at the friction, hips canting up to meet your strokes. “Is that good Juju?” you ask. He nods aggressively. “Hmmm…” you wonder out loud. “I wonder if this will make it even better.”

You reach down and tug upwards on the alpha’s calf, forcing his knee to bend. The change in angle makes Nicholas slide farther down Euijoo’s thigh. Now, they’re close enough that you can wrap your hand around both of them at the same time. 

Euijoo gasps for air as you begin to jerk them off, the friction so delicious it hurts. He thrusts up into your hand and Nicho lets out a loud keen. Both of you respond to the sound, you with a shush and the alpha with a rumble. That combined with the overwhelming sensation of their cocks brushing together makes the omega halt the motion of his hips. With your free hand, you guide his hips once more. “Keep going Nicho. That’s it…good boy.” 

Your hand continues to stroke them and you can feel the pheromones in the room get even stronger. They’re both close. You lean in to suck a mark into Euijoo’s neck, knowing that will be the final straw to push him over the edge. 

Nicho’s eyes darken as he watches his alpha and beta. His hips cant sloppily over and over Euijoo’s thigh. “I can’t,” he mutters, feeling the overstimulation set in.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling right now, the alpha finds it in him to egg his omega on. “Yeah you can baby. You’ll feel so good, I promise. Cum for us.” 

The words are enough to send Nicholas flying over the edge. His hips continue to move as he chases the stimulation until the very end of his orgasm and lets out breathy whines as he finally cums. His release spurts over your hand and both of their cocks. The combination of this and you sucking particularly hard on the spot behind his ear sends Euijoo crashing into his own orgasm even harder. You pump them both until they begin to come down from their highs. The boys both have their heads leaning forward, allowing you to nuzzle into them. Your glands ache a little bit, including the ones on your temples that you are currently using to scent them, but it's worth the small bit of pain. 

Suddenly, you feel something growing underneath your hand. You look down and, sure enough, the beginning of Euijoo’s knot is forming. You smirk and look up to where the alpha’s face is burning bright red with shame. “So good you had to knot my hand Juju?” He doesn’t say anything, but lets out a throaty, gurgled sound as you move your hand to unexpectedly squeeze around the knot, hard.  

But before you can laugh at your poor alpha, Nicho lets out a distressed cry. A loud one. When you whip your head toward him, he’s got tears pooling in his eyes. “I want it in me,” he whines petulantly. “I want a knot.” 

You finally release your grip on Euijoo, who immediately gasps for air at the relief. “You can’t right now, honey. It’s too late,” you tell him while stroking his head with your clean hand. “We’ll wait for it to go down. You can have one during the next round, okay?” 

He calms a bit at your words, but then Euijoo’s voice booms across the room. 

“No.” 

The word is frayed around the edges, laced with a hint of alpha tone. It’s so unlike the usual soft spokenness of the alpha that it takes you by surprise at first. Clearly it affects Nicho even more, whose eyes snap open and stare intently at Euijoo. “Nicho will eat something first and drink some water. Then he can have a knot.” 

Ah, well at least he’s putting the voice to good use. Nicho is petulant at best during his heats, so a firm voice will do more for him than any coaxing will. The omega sniffs a bit, his instincts fighting each other. He wants to obey his alpha but he also wants a knot so badly. In the end, he nods blearily and Euijoo smirks triumphantly. 

You reach over to the nightstand and grab the towel that rests there. You clean your hands and then wipe both the boys up as gently as you can, though they twitch uncomfortably at the feeling. Once you're satisfied with your work, you toss it into the hamper at the end of the bed. Euijoo pulls a pair of shorts over Nicho’s hips and replaces his soiled shirt with a fresh one. Then, he gives him a soft kiss on the forehead. “Go grab a snack from the kitchen okay? Everything is on the counter,” he whispers against the skin there. 

Nicho nods and gets up to cross the room. As he reaches the door, the alpha speaks up again. “Water too Nicholas. A whole bottle. More if you can. I won’t knot you until you’re hydrated.” The omega just huffs in response and walks away.

Before you can even say anything, you’re flipped on your back, hands pinned above your head. Euijoo smiles deviously at you before leaning down to lick a long stripe up the junction of your neck, right against the mating bites. 

“You shouldn't have…ah,” you trail off as his free hand snakes underneath the waistband of your panties. “You shouldn’t have let him go alone.”

“He’ll be fine. He’s a strong omega. It’s just a few minutes.” His fingers brush teasingly against your clit. “He has to learn how to do some things on his own now that our cycles are synced, anyways.”