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Gotak’s fucking deep in bullshit.
Baku and Seongje are fucking deep in Gotak.
Gotak hadn’t meant for this to happen. He hadn’t planned for his heat to hit in the midst of a street fight, had never expected for Seongje to sock an advancing alpha right in the ugly face, or for Baku of all people to shoot Seongje a grateful look as he rips through their assailants(It quickly sours when Seongje’s expression darkens into a troublesome grin), but the universe plays out in strange, strange ways.
(For example: the feelings that couldn't be named but come to mind when thinking of Geum Seongje after finding out who really broke Go Hyuntak’s knee)
The uncomfortable fuzziness of his mind, spurred on by his rising fever, makes the rest of the events blur into one another.
Seongje had smirked.
“You want help treating that heat, puppy?” He’d made a circle with his fingers and imitated an indecent movement with his pointer finger. He’s laughing but he’s obviously damn serious. Gotak hadn’t quite known who was being addressed between himself and Baku. He’d definitely known that they were both taken aback. Baku was fucking fuming; Gotak had felt his steady hand start to twitch on the small of his back. His body had reacted anyways and produced slick that wet his inner thighs in due time. Betrayal!
Gotak had collapsed weakly against Baku’s hand, which seemed to convince the other of the urgency of their situation. The three of them had stumbled into Seongje’s apartment(Conveniently close by), Baku baring his teeth at Seongje, who merely laughed and released suffocatingly alpha pheromones, something Baku wouldn’t be able to compete with nor even smell. Tangy citrus soured by the odor of cigarettes pervading the large, empty rooms of the apartment made Gotak inhale deeply out of instinct. He’s sure he himself was releasing hints of sweet nectar and underlying pine.
He doesn’t notice Seongje’s trembling hand, struggling to curb himself.
What he does remember is Baku’s frustration, his shame, as he realized the effect Seongje’s scent had on Gotak. Baku must have noticed the way Gotak’s left knee gave out, in the same way Gotak notices Baku’s right shoulder droop when he’s particularly tired. He must have noticed Gotak leaning in towards Seongje’s neck, where his scent glands lay. Gotak had wanted to tell him, It’s okay. I’ll never leave you, even for an alpha. Especially not for an alpha -because it was true.
He hadn’t gotten the chance, because his back hit the soft mattress of Seongje’s unkempt bed and two fucking beasts had descended upon his prone form immediately. Head falling back, throat bared to the maws of desire, letting his rising temperature fade into the background of endless bites and sucks and licks, wet with spittle and stringy spit, Gotak whimpered.
But two massive bodies encompassing his own had only trapped their body heat into an unbearably hot blanket that Gotak couldn’t help but kick off(Because who said that omegas in heat are completely helpless? His legs still retain their original fire, and he’s damn proud of himself for that).
“Fuck, I’m burning up,” he’d mumbled, vocal cords painfully dry and scratchy from panting heavily. “Someone get me some water,”
He remembers Seongje’s surprise-more at getting assaulted than Gotak’s discomfort- masked by a raised eyebrow nursing his ribcage, and Baku’s concern. Both paused. Baku had run for a glass of water, he thinks. Or had it been Seongje, leisurely strolling to the kitchen in search of a cup? He can't decide. Thinks he doesn't need to.
One, two, miss a few steps, now neither Seongje nor Baku are hesitating anymore. He remembers verbalizing his consent defiantly while wincing at the pain cramping his inner walls, hearing a narrow eyed Baku make Seongje agree to wearing a condom, agree to not use his pussy as the other smiled a snake’s smile. If he were in a right state of mind he’d have rolled his eyes(The only rolling of eyes he’s doing currently is from Baku’s thick fucking cock impaling his sopping wet hole. Without a condom, mind you. Sure, Gotak had agreed, but it’s still laughably petty, even for Baku).
Lying helplessly on his back, Gotak takes Baku’s gentle, calculated strokes. So endearing. Pleasure swirls around his groin lovingly every time Baku’s dick brushes his throbbing clit.
Then, like a fucking devil in disguise, Seongje reaches, one knee propped up on the bed, to rub, hard, at the bundle of nerves. Gotak moans in surprise as his hand flicks and prods. Wet with slick, Seongje’s hand draws out pulsing sensations that accompany Baku’s thrusts.
“Haah, fuck! Seongj-mmgh,” He manages in broken speech, trailing off at a particularly punishing fingernail brushing the underside of his clit.
“Yeah, you like that, puppy?” Seongje’s eyes glint. He’s taken his glasses off somewhere in the process. Those innocent eyes don’t match the chilling smile taking up his face. Gotak absently notices that he has a dimple on his left cheek.
Baku whimpers through Gotak’s clenches and moves faster, stronger, as if Seongje’s words have riled him up. His mouth covers Gotak’s own in a messy kiss that shouldn’t even be called a kiss because of Baku’s carnal hunger- as if he’s devouring Gotak whole, leaving nothing left for Seongje. A slick tongue licks at Gotak’s mouth and they share a breath like they’re trying to inhale one another.
Seongje, not one to miss out on fun, wets his chapped lips and goes down on the junction where Baku’s dick meets Gotak. He really hadn’t thought he’d be so turned on by his two playthings, but here he is, lapping like a parched man, alternating between Gotak’s sensitive bud and the base of Baku’s cock.
He definitely has never had even a second thought for Park Humin, but finds himself inhaling his mild scent anyway. Not pheromones. Just purely Baku’s body wash and musk.
He gets an evil idea; rubbing Gotak gently to release more clear slick, he slyly sticks in his middle finger atop Baku’s cock. The other two moan in sync as Gotak’s thighs tremble from their wide open position, held apart by Baku’s hands which grab desperately at taut muscle, straining to hold Gotak back.
It's fucking hot to see how strong Go Hyuntak’s legs are, even as Seongje would like to think about how weak he is. It's hotter to see Eunjang’s top dog, Baku, struggle against said legs. Seongje’s heart quickens as if he’s just chugged an energy drink. The buzz that follows a good fight is present now, and he embraces it even though he doesn't know where it could possibly be coming from. No need for questions to be asked if you're feeling good, after all(If your name is Geum Seongje, that is).
They’ve changed position at some point in time; Gotak supported by Baku’s dick and Baku’s arms lifting his strong legs. It’s giving Seongje easy access, and he couldn’t be more glad.
“Seongje, you bastard, hah!” Baku breathes out, but it lacks the usual fire. One look at his face and he already looks wrecked(He was ever since his cock was enveloped by Gotak’s slick, burning hot walls)
“Hmm?” Seongje hums. He’s exhaling hard but trying to save face. “Only right to share the puppy, right?” He inserts another finger. “You never told me I couldn’t finger him.”
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
“Okay! Fine, fine. Don’t complain when he cries my name, Baku-yah,” Baku wonders whether this was a bad decision when Seongje gives in easily, withdrawing his fingers from Gotak’s pussy and inserting them in his other hole.
“Hah-?” Gotak mumbles. “Hnnh! Wait, wait-shit-” His hand grasps Baku’s wrist, holding on tight as Seongje rams his fingers in his asshole rapidly to loosen it. Seongje’s hand is covered in lube, procured from the depths of his nightstand and his movements glide easier, sloppier.
“Feeling good, princess?” The pads of his fingertips punch Gotak’s prostate dead on, causing him to quiver in place, unable to escape neither Baku’s dick nor Seongje’s fingers.
As Baku pulls Gotak off of his dick to thrust once more, clear fluid escapes along with his member. With every thrust, Gotak squirts out a bit more until he’s full on gushing out a stream.
“Oh, fuckk!” Baku seems to have noticed, all wide eyes and bitten lips. “You're so fucking hot, Gogo,” Seongje is a fucking goner, too, because he, without thinking, leans in to lick Baku’s wet, slick-covered abs. It’s at an uncomfortable angle because there isn’t much space between the two bodies, and he’s coming in from the side.
“Mmph-” He breathes, dragging his tongue across decadently firm muscles. The hand not currently in Gotak clutches at Baku’s waist. “Told ya I’d make him feel good.”
“The hell do you mean? Slacker.” Baku narrows his eyes. His arms support Gotak’s thighs, lifting his whole body atop his dick so that the tip just brushes against his slick insides, not quite penetrating. “Aren’t I the only one doing the work?”
“Shut the hell up, both of you- AH!!” The second Gotak opens his mouth, slurring his words, Baku releases his strength and drops him onto his dick, just hard enough to really drive it in far. He’s so wet that every bump and ridge is visible, and Baku is so deep inside that Seongje can see the tiniest bulge against Gotak’s smooth stomach, lined with more fat than Baku’s. He swallows, adam’s apple bulging, eyes only on that fucking bulge.
Seongje takes his fingers out quickly, stands up to take his position behind Gotak. He can't unzip his pants quick enough, tented as they are.
Gotak hadn’t even known if it was possible, but Seongje starts trying to fit his dick in beside Baku, teasing the tip against the rim of his asshole.
"-Ah?” His mouth falls open in surprise. Baku’s hand twitches around his waist before gripping harder.
"Shit- hah, that's not going to, nngh, fit,” Gotak whimpers. Even the tip is struggling to penetrate; there's no way he can take it.
“Wait, Seongje-” Baku whispers. “That’s gonna hurt him, stop,” But he’s not stopping, and Seongje’s cock is dripping with lube and Gotak’s slick that he’d scooped up and- Seongje merely groans,
“Fuck, puppy,” grips the underside of Gotak’s chin to force his gaze upwards, to Baku, “You can do this, just fucking take it,”
Grimacing from the hot, deep pressure, Seongje bites his lip and finally slips his dick in. Too much lube causes the action to squelch obscenely and Gotak swallows a whimper, eyes tearing up. His fingers scrabble against Baku’s shoulder. He would wrap his thighs around Baku’s waist, but Seongje’s presence inside renders him unable to move below the torso.
Because his body weight forces him down on both intrusions, he clearly feels Seongje pressing against his prostate, unmoving yet so, so stimulating. Baku is struggling. He’s been on the verge of coming for so long, holding out so as not to lose energy. But when Seongje’s dick finally penetrates Gotak, he can actually feel it rubbing against his own through Gotak’s separating inner wall. It presses against his dick, suffocates him in unbearing heat(Is this what Gotak feels like right now? With his too-hot temperature and too-much pressure?)
He’d been angry at first, and jealous, but the emotions start to melt away against his will as he hears Gotak whimper in his ear, sees Gotak’s eyes tear up and face flush. When his eyes meet Seongje’s, he doesn’t narrow his eyes. He can’t narrow his eyes. They’re half lidded and rolling up into his head as pleasure encapsulates around and in him. He can’t even imagine how good he’d feel if he could smell them both. It’s bittersweet, but the ecstasy he’s already feeling is so good that he doesn’t think it’s possible to make it any better. He has to sit down on the bed, still supporting Gotak, so that Seongje can properly move due to their height difference.
Stilling his own movements, he watches as Seongje- fucking Geum Seongje- thrusts. Once, twice. Then picking up the speed so quickly that Gotak’s eyes unfocus and his mouth opens. Baku leans in instinctively to meet Seongje’s mouth in a damp kiss. Their tongues meet sloppily, their mouths detach, then close together once more. It’s so wrong but feels too good for Baku to care about the inherent immorality of their predicament. They make out over Gotak’s head, which slumps against Baku’s shoulder, shaking with every pounding thrust. Gotak sobs with every movement of Seongje’s hips, biting Baku’s flesh in an attempt to keep quiet as two forces wrench the most ungodly sounds from his drooling mouth. At some point he kisses Baku, then his head is twisted around to meet Seongje. He’s so fucking overstimulated as his heat rages on quietly. It burns within his stomach, lighting his insides on fire; it pulses on his skin, pulling sweat from his pores.
He’s just squirted for the first time ever and doesn’t know what to think about it, can only feel himself getting closer and closer for a second time as he attempts to reign the sensations back in a little bit, but it’s no help because when Baku starts moving again, and punching straight against his damn womb, Seongje adjusts his thrusts so that when one enters, the other exits, dragging the pleasure back and forth. His dopamine receptors must be going haywire, Gotak swears, because he’s seeing flashes of white even through his blurry tears, and there’s so much, too much going on.
“Am I doing good?” Baku asks, pleads.
“Mmh-” Gotak can’t muster the energy to even answer. Someone- he doesn’t know who, can’t even care who- presses against his abs, pushing him back flush against Seongje and heightening the sensations against his insides.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Seongje groans, “Haah.” Gotak has never heard Seongje like this before. It's fucking hot, hot enough to make him wetter as more slick leaks out from inside him. Gotak comes. Hard. Onto Baku’s abs, already coated with his ejaculate.
There’s two pairs of hands grasping at his waist. They keep putting pressure against his full stomach, and he jerks and shakes as much as he can slotted in between Seongje and Baku. It's so much stimulation it's almost painful. He tries to make it known, but a particularly strong thrust from Baku makes his mind go blank for a second. His thighs quiver atop Baku’s own, his head falls backwards onto Seongje’s shoulder, wide eyes unseeing. He can hear just fine Baku’s whine of release, can sort of feel Baku come inside as his dick twitches, turning his insides all white and creamy and frothy. Baku bites at Gotak’s bared neck furiously.
Gotak must have passed out because he sure as hell didn’t remember feeling a fucking knot in his ass.
The culprit is releasing pheromones so strong he almost chokes, inhaling overwhelming citrus all the way in his throat. Seongje’s cock pulses strongly in his asshole, releasing cum so deep he knows it’ll hurt the next day. Come to think of it, hadn’t he told Baku he’d wear a condom while inside Gotak? Either way, they’re stuck together for a while, so Baku will find out later. Much later.
Baku stubbornly remains buried inside him, refusing to let Geum Seongje win. He wants to prove something, Gotak thinks, that even as a beta he’s more than worthy. That he doesn't need to be an alpha. Gotak gives in to the pleasure as his mind blanks, coming weakly for a third time. His vision darkens and he falls unconscious as Baku moves weakly to catch his sweaty face in his hands.
Seongje stares.
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When the two finally pull out and cum slowly flows out from both of Gotak’s gaping holes, Gogo gasping and shaking from overstimulation, they're both hard again and the omega still wracked with heat. Baku fucks back into Gotak, his own cum serving as lubricant(unnecessary due to how much slick has been produced) as Seongje feeds his dick into Gotak’s mouth, fucking his face hard, choking him with so much cum Gotak can't even think about swallowing it all.
There's none of the fight he showed in the beginning left in Gotak’s body as he simply takes and takes, hoping for his heat to lessen quickly. When Baku withdraws, having pushed his cum in further, and Seongje lets Gotak cough on his seed, he passes out from exhaustion again, in the care of two stamina monsters.
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When it’s all said and done, none of them want to admit that what they’ve just shared was much damn more than a one night fling. That there’s a definite unspoken agreement for more to come.
Gotak doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes once he wakes as he groans in bed, nursing his bruised waist and neck.
Baku seems to have regained his previous anger, because he sends death glares anytime Seongje approaches the nest, no doubt after finding out about the creampie- as if he hadn’t done the same- which the glasses-wearing fucker doesn’t give a damn about.
There’s tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, but none of them are brave enough to pull out a blade and admit the obvious.
For now, the sex is enough to drive them forwards, but it's easy to tell that once emotions are added to the mix, their fragile relationship could very well go up in flames.
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When Gotak recovers enough just enough energy, it’s back to Baku fucking him face first into the mattress, hips slapping loud against his ass, to Seongje driving his knot into Gotak’s wet pussy while forcing Gotak’s wrists together above his head, kissing him senseless. In the shower against the wall, against the kitchen counter, and in bed again, until Gotak’s heat lessens and he sighs in relief, sagging against Baku’s side limply.
At which point Seongje’s rut begins.