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"You need to buy some real furniture," Aeri says, kicking off her shoes and straightening them with her feet. "Feels like I'm walking into a morgue."
"Please tell me more about how much you hate my home." Minjeong rolls her eyes, the corners of her lips lifting. "It's so sexy. Really turns me on."
Aeri shakes her head fondly, setting down the snacks she bought on the coffee table. There's a fashion magazine Jimin was leafing through on it, dog-eared and creased, and Aeri studies it silently before tearing her gaze away.
Instead, she focuses on Minjeong, frowning ever so slightly. She looks at Minjeong intently, brows knitting together as if she's trying to find the right words for whatever it is.
She finally says, "Are you in heat?"
"What?"
"Are you in heat?" Aeri repeats.
"Are you saying I smell?"
"One," Aeri counts off her fingers, "The AC's been turned up all the way– I know you get warm. Two, you're playing music in your room– to muffle a toy, perchance?"
Minjeong's jaw drops open in mock offense, "Now we're definitely not fucking."
"And three, you do… kinda smell. Not in a bad way, but the intensity is definitely there–"
Aeri doesn't move fast enough to sidestep Minjeong's tackle, and they crash down onto the couch, Minjeong digging her fingers into Aeri's side to get her to shut up. Aeri's yelp as Minjeong tickles her quickly turns into an outright scream, "I didn't mean it like that– ah!"
They wrestle like a pair of overgrown pups for a good minute, Aeri wriggling beneath Minjeong so she can grab both Minjeong's wrists in one of her hands. She sits up, falls back down when Minjeong all but headbutts her, sits up again because she's been incorporating crunches into her workout regimen (sometimes after sex too, when Minjeong is drying her hair and Aeri somehow still has pent-up energy).
Minjeong growls and bites her shoulder, half-assedly struggling against the loose grip Aeri has on her wrists. In retaliation, Aeri lets go of her, settling her own hands on Minjeong's waist. She hadn't noticed that she'd been manoeuvred onto Aeri's lap, their chests pressed together. Heat radiates from Aeri like it usually does, but it's muted.
This is doing it for Minjeong, kind of. Aeri's chest is heaving from laughter and she's smiling that same way that first piqued Minjeong's attention at the alumni mixer where they met, the same smile that broke Yizhuo's normally unflappable demeanor. She's so handsome and pretty, and she smells good, and it's not like either of them have anywhere to be right now than with each other, do they?
"Really?" Aeri asks in disbelief when Minjeong leans in, "Right now? I thought we were waiting for Jimin. I haven't eaten."
Minjeong bites her shoulder again, but she has to admit that Aeri might be right about her being in heat. She's not fully there yet, and won't be for a few days, but she's feeling more touch-starved than usual. Aeri's uncannily observant to have noticed everything else – Minjeong had thought nothing of cooling down the apartment to compensate for her own body temperature rising.
Then again, Jimin had pretty much asked the same question yesterday. She'd walked in and asked if Minjeong was feeling alright, because her scent was drowning everything else out and Jimin was picking it up even more than usual. This morning Minjeong got a text that read coworkers are laughing at me because i smell like you , before the predictable oh no i'm hard at work :( message ten minutes later.
(Which made for great lunchtime viewing when Jimin stole off to the bathroom during her break to film herself jerking off, the hem of her blouse stuffed into her mouth. Her blouse is dripping with Minjeong's scent if her earlier texts are to be believed, and Jimin had taken deep shuddering breaths to take it in as she came all over her hand.)
"Right," Minjeong says decisively, nodding, "Jimin only gets off work at six."
"Okay." Aeri blinks up at her, and Minjeong realizes she's still perched on top of Aeri. "Were you going to move?"
Aeri's not stupid. She's being obtuse on purpose, ignoring the barely-veiled hints Minjeong is putting down. Minjeong should complain about it and whine until her omega gets what she wants, but she reminds herself that on top of that being horribly embarrassing to do, today is about Jimin. Well, it's for the three of them, but if she had to rank them, today's plans are definitely catered to Jimin.
Jimin and her outright crush on Aeri, how her pupils dilate when she catches Aeri's scent in the things Aeri leaves behind. Maybe Minjeong being in pre-heat is a bane to Jimin, since Minjeong must be blotting out all traces of Aeri's scent.
"Minjeong," Aeri says, a knowing look in her eyes, and Minjeong grumbles and scrambles off Aeri's lap. Aeri laughs in a way that isn't condescending or vindictive, just flops back on the couch and grabs the remote. God, she's so hot, Minjeong wants to clamber back in her lap and ride the life out of her. She wouldn't even bother taking off either of their clothes. Aeri could push her panties to the side and slip into her, ruck her skirt up and lean back, hands on Minjeong's waist. Sometimes it feels like her hands can encircle her waist fully.
She must look more upset than horny, because Aeri asks, "Is everything okay? You look–"
Minjeong launches herself into Aeri's lap, too riled up for words as she grabs at Aeri, her hands, her hips, anywhere to anchor herself. She settles for encircling her arms around Aeri's neck, leaning in to kiss her and whimpering when Aeri pushes back to match her eagerness.
Distantly she feels the TV remote between them pressing against them and hurries to fish it out and toss it aside. There's too many sounds and sensations that serve to turn Minjeong into a trembling mess of an omega – the quiet growl that reverberates through Aeri's chest, Aeri's hands adjusting Minjeong until the thickness of her cock is pressed right up against Minjeong's clothed clit, the electricity that goes through Minjeong when she whines again and Aeri's hips reflexively cant up.
Getting Aeri keyed up like this must be Minjeong's favourite game that they play. She isn't like Jimin, who folds at the slightest provocation and lets her alpha lead her wherever Minjeong wants. Aeri is put-together and reserved and likes giving the impression that she's generally above acting like a feral alpha, so teasing this out of her is a treat. Her scent engulfs Minjeong as she sucks gently at Minjeong's throat, her other hand slipping down to try to feel how wet Minjeong is.
Minjeong obediently lifts her hips, crying out when Aeri's fingers sift through her folds. She can feel herself dripping even more slick onto her, and has half a mind to be embarrassed about it, but that part of her is swiftly overruled when Aeri drops her mouth to her ear and murmurs, "Can I eat you out?"
Tears welling in her eyes, Minjeong whines out, "No, fuck me, fuck me, please –"
Her scent, which she's never had good control over, must flood out even more than it already is, because Aeri closes her eyes and groans. Aeri's hips jerk upwards again, granting Minjeong that fleeting jolt of pleasure once more, but she shakes her head stubbornly, "I'll get you off, but I'm not going to give you my cock, okay?"
" Alpha ," Minjeong complains, her cheeks wet. Aeri laughs softly and kisses her tears away, which placates her somewhat – she has to wait for Jimin, she wants to wait for Jimin. She doesn't want Jimin to walk in on them already fucking, not when she wants her there for the beginning, the crescendo, and the end. But it's difficult when she has Aeri right in front of her – who's barely managing to hold on to it as it is – and the scent of aroused alpha is thick in the air.
"Fine," Minjeong decides, "You can eat me out."
And then she giggles, broken out of her daze a little by the humour of the situation.
"I'm honoured," Aeri snarks, smiling.
Minjeong spends the next hour or so bent over on all fours as Aeri devours her from behind, and then on Aeri's face as she grinds down on her clever mouth and cries the whole time, absently wondering if they should record this for Jimin to see.
–
Aeri's cock is a familiar fit as it pushes into Minjeong, and usually she'd moan out praise for Aeri (though she doesn't thrive off praise as much as Jimin does, that's for sure), tell her how good she's doing, how good she feels inside her, and all the other omega nonsense that froths up in her head that she gets embarrassed about after sex. The sheer magnetism between the two of them means every word that spills from Minjeong's mouth draws Aeri closer, and vice versa, until everything weighing on them melts away.
But right now, Minjeong looks up at Jimin, whose eyes are practically glowing with jealousy, teeth bared a little. She looks almost feral as she adjusts her wrists where they're tied behind her back, and it sends fire through Minjeong's veins, makes her mouth go dry.
She can see Jimin's cock straining in the confines of her slacks – slacks because Jimin came over straight from work, and Friday night meant that she'd had to stay at the office for a quick round of end-week presentations before she could leave, meaning that she'd walked in with Minjeong already in Aeri's lap, already rocking her hips against her thigh, Aeri's hands in Minjeong's hair. Minjeong had looked up at her, lips swollen and a smile playing on her lips, seeing Jimin's eyes glitter with something dangerous.
"Stop looking at her," comes Aeri's voice, low and firm, as she lowers her mouth to Minjeong's shoulder blades. She bites and kisses her way down, underlined with more steel than usual, "I'm fucking you, not her."
"Sorry," Minjeong whispers, gasping out a moan when Aeri pushes back in, building up to a faster pace that leaves her head spinning.
Another kiss on her shoulder blade, "Don't apologize. Just focus on me ."
As if on cue, a heavy scent rolls through the air and over the two of them, something dark and aggressive and beyond jealous, and it takes a moment for Minjeong to process that Jimin's scent is permeating the entire room. Even Aeri huffs and laughs behind her, fingers digging into Minjeong's side.
Aeri drops her hips and grinds against Minjeong, hard, something that she rarely does until Minjeong's teetering on the edge and needs one final push to come. Aeri doesn't release her own scent in return, even as Jimin's scent turns smoky, even as Minjeong's mouth falls open and she lowers her face to the bed sheets so she can bury her nose and mouth into them and take a deep breath.
Minjeong chose these sheets on purpose – rather, she didn't change the sheets from when Jimin came over yesterday to watch Netflix and cuddle. Though she's in pre-heat, the sheets still hold Jimin's scent well – which is good, given the number of times Jimin had her on her back yesterday.
Jimin knows this, too, and she's straining to get closer to her own scent, driven up the wall by the fact that another alpha might overtake it. Aeri must find it cute, because Minjeong can feel her smile, but she says nothing.
"A-Ah," Minjeong cries out when Aeri's fingers skate over her clit. Her hand is big and it feels like it should be able to wrap over the entire width of her waist the same way Jimin's can. She raises her head from the intoxicating bundle of Jimin's scent, turning to look at Aeri, tears starting to leak from the corners of her eyes.
She didn't anticipate being with the two of them at the same time to be such an intense experience – she knew it would be intense, sure, with two alphas who very much enjoy staking their claim over her (and who she not-so-subtly eggs on to do so regularly) in the same room. Doubly so because her heat's approaching, and it sets off sparks in all three of them, sends something dark and urgent shuddering through the room.
Actually being here with them both and experiencing the ferocity of Jimin's scent and Aeri's commanding presence all at once – it's enough to bring her to the edge of an endless abyss. It makes all the times they've spent together coalesce into one, makes Minjeong gush around Aeri's cock at the memories of what they've done together. How Jimin gets to see exactly what they get up to now, because for all of her posturing, Jimin is still watching , with dark eyes and blown out pupils and parted lips.
"You know," Aeri says conversationally, laughing softly when Minjeong shivers and clenches around her, "It feels like you were made for me."
She raises her voice a little on the last few words, speaking almost reverently, but she seems to be talking to both of them, if the little rumble in Jimin's chest is anything to go by.
Minjeong groans and nods, taking Aeri's hand and intertwining their fingers when Aeri finally leans over her, chest pressed to Minjeong's naked back. Aeri squeezes her hand reassuringly, layering kisses over the back of her neck.
She pauses at Minjeong's scent gland, seemingly ruminating whether she should lean in and scent Minjeong, but more of Minjeong's scent leaks out and Aeri settles for kissing the spot behind her ear and sucking her earlobe in between her teeth, biting gently. Minjeong shivers, feeling the part of Aeri's lips as she smiles.
Her hips are still jogging gently, the slap of their skin up against each other's bodies picked up all too well by Jimin's keen hearing, but Minjeong can't really focus on that right now, not when Aeri is pressing against all the sensitive parts in her that make her tremble and shake and cry out. She's so tightly wound and she squeezes Aeri's hand, tapping the webbing between her index finger and thumb until Aeri makes a questioning sound.
"Could you," Minjeong murmurs, "Just pull out for a moment. It's too much–"
Aeri steadies her hand on the small of Minjeong's back before pulling out, Minjeong whimpering quietly at the loss. She wants to whine and grind back on Aeri now, push Aeri against the headboard and climb into her lap so Minjeong can chase her release on Aeri's thigh or her fingers while Aeri kisses her in that sweet, elegant way she has about her. But she can't give up an opportunity to tease Jimin and inflate Aeri's ego at the same time, so Minjeong locks eyes with Jimin and winks.
Jimin looks like she's about to leap from the chair at any moment. But she's behaving, simply staring daggers at Aeri, and her jaw keeps tensing from an unspoken urge to bite and mark Minjeong up. If Aeri were to get off the bed and get dressed now because of a prior engagement, Jimin would have Minjeong pressed under her in a moment.
Absently, Minjeong wonders if Jimin would even wait for Aeri to leave the room, or if she would throw propriety and alpha hierarchy out of the window just to have Minjeong to herself as soon as possible. Maybe she would want Aeri to watch – fuck, Minjeong wants Aeri to watch.
Aeri's never seen Minjeong with another alpha, and while she could send the collection of videos Jimin and Minjeong have taken in various states of undress, from videos of Minjeong tearily trying to fit the entire length of Jimin's cock down her throat and Jimin's voice husking from behind the camera that she's doing so well, or videos of Minjeong whining and crying as Jimin feasts between her legs, or the videos Minjeong uses the most when she needs to get off but no one's available – that video where they were fucking in front of a mirror and Jimin made her present, bending over and spreading herself like a slutty little omega before she was even willing to press the head of her cock to Minjeong's hole.
"Do you think she wants to join?" Aeri muses, lightly scoring her nails down Minjeong's back, barely weaving between something soft and something firm. Jimin never does this, because all the times she has Minjeong on her hands and knees in front of her involve Jimin pressing her front to Minjeong's back and biting at her shoulder, throat, and wherever else she can reach.
Aeri is calculated in her actions – she's been thinking about this for a good amount of time. It's evident in the confident suggestion baked into every word she speaks, the easy way she pulls and pushes Minjeong and Jimin. Aeri likes playing mind games, and Minjeong likes being played – to the extent that Minjeong's own pleasure has become almost parasitic on Aeri sneering at her and taking her through her paces.
She doesn't usually bother keeping up with Aeri's games, all too content to take whatever Aeri has planned for her. Aeri gets off on having Minjeong wrapped around her finger– Minjeong gets off on Aeri thinking she's in control. But Aeri's hand finds its way into Minjeong's hair before tugging gently, and Minjeong gasps.
Her nipples graze against the rough sheets when she jerks unsteadily in Aeri's grip, and the rough pleasure coursing through her is what drives her to catch Jimin's eye and coo at her, "Do you want to join us, Jimin?"
The bonds are so fragile that Jimin could break out of her binds with ease. Minjeong had taken a luxurious amount of time tying her wrists together with a pretty blue ribbon.
She wore the ribbon last week in her hair when she and Jimin went to watch a baseball game – she'd been complaining about missing the ticket sales because of a work deadline and Jimin had 'called in a few favours' to get them a pair. Nothing fancy like the VIP box her Yizhuo and Minjeong partied in for a work social, but it hadn't mattered, not with Jimin preening and looking very pleased with herself when Minjeong pressed a kiss to her cheek to thank her.
The same blue ribbon Minjeong had tied her hair up in now crisscrosses Jimin's wrists, cuffing her. The knot is loose and weak. It taunts Jimin to break free.
But she won't, because she knows how much Minjeong likes this ribbon.
No, that's not quite it, either. She won't break free because of Aeri.
It's Aeri and the way she levels her gaze at Jimin that keeps Jimin from breaking every rule they set and speaking before she's spoken to, from touching Minjeong before Aeri gives her express permission to.
This power play is delicate, ratified only by Jimin's willingness to play along. It doesn't stop the knee-jerk reaction to snarl at the other alpha and release her scent until Minjeong's lungs are full of it, though, but Aeri hasn't chided Jimin for it yet. Aeri hasn't chided Jimin for anything.
Oh, Jimin can be good if she wants to be – it's the most pleasant thing about her in the bedroom, how Minjeong can order her to stay still as she bounces in Jimin's lap and lets out whiny moans, or how Minjeong tells her to touch herself while Minjeong busies herself with sliding the plug in. She knows Jimin gets off on the praise too, because Jimin doesn't hide her pleasure from Minjeong. It's Minjeong's favourite thing about her – or maybe it's one of many favourite things.
"You can speak, pup," Aeri says softly, and Jimin lets out another wave of her scent before nodding quickly. It's the first time Minjeong's hearing her call Jimin
pup
, but Jimin seems to take it in stride. Her cock is so hard that Minjeong can see precum leaking into the fabric of Jimin's slacks, but she chooses not to comment. Just sits in the mounting tension between the alphas and waits for Jimin's answer. "Do you wanna join us?"
"Yes." It's just one word Jimin's voice is hoarse, lower than it usually is from disuse.
Aeri hums thoughtfully, letting it lilt mockingly, condescendingly, patting Minjeong on the shoulder so Minjeong gets up and curls into Aeri's side.
Jimin is built like a panther or some other predator of the wilds, lithe and slender, and Aeri is broad-shouldered and solid and safe, easily taking Minjeong in and presses her lips to Minjeong's temple. This is the woman who was fucking Minjeong slick and deep a matter of minutes ago, who now cradles Minjeong close and licks a stripe up Minjeong's scent gland.
Aeri's scent falls over her, intense without being overwhelming. It's a delicate balance that she's always managed to maintain, and every time Aeri scents her she thinks she could be as scent-obsessed as Jimin is. Minjeong can taste it on her tongue. Indulgently, she pushes against Aeri just the tiniest bit more, purring when the smell of cherry blossoms blooms.
The jealousy is part of this play, too, the way Jimin's eyes darken as soon as Minjeong sighs happily and Aeri smirks against her throat. Aeri wants to scent her – and that's not the Aeri who orchestrated this game for all of them to enjoy, but the alpha Aeri who gives in to her own nature sometimes, no matter how put-together she is. It's why Minjeong likes alphas so much, because she can toy with them and see what it takes for the facade they bring from their proper, outside lives to shatter.
"Will you do as I say?" Aeri finally lifts herself from the bed, smiling sympathetically at Minjeong when Minjeong loses the warmth of Aeri by her side and sighs in complaint. Minjeong chews on the inside of her cheek, too embarrassed to pout about it.
She closes the distance between her and Jimin in a few long strides, back turned to Minjeong, before kneeling in front of Jimin. Jimin can't even meet her eyes, and Aeri makes a disappointed sound, "If you can't even look at me, maybe we should just call the whole thing off."
Aeri turns to Minjeong and raises an eyebrow.
"Maybe we should." Minjeong cups her face in her hands and grins.
Slowly, Jimin meets Aeri's eyes. Minjeong's been watching the two of them like a hawk the whole time, burying her nose into a throw and taking deep, heaping breaths to calm herself down.
The throw smells like a mix of her and Aeri, and very distantly Jimin, too, since Jimin was scenting it the other day when she came over – as she usually does. It helps ground Minjeong a bit, and she must lose sight of what's going on, because suddenly Aeri is reaching around Jimin to undo the ribbon and cupping her clothed cock.
Jimin is fumbling with her pants now, haphazardly trying to pull down the zipper, but she's sabotaged by the traitorous, instinctive, impulsive bucks of her hips. Aeri laughs and tuts, and Minjeong only half-realizes that she's stuffed the end of her throw blanket into her mouth so she can take in all their scents.
It's the only thing that'll keep her sane as Jimin fishes her cock out of her pants and Minjeong watches Aeri get comfortable in her kneeling position before her head drops into Jimin's lap and a filthy, slick sound smears the air.
"Oh, fuck," Jimin whimpers softly, hands moving towards Aeri's head before she remembers her decorum. Minjeong likes it when Jimin pushes her head down. Likes it when Jimin holds her head in place and fucks her mouth mercilessly – but that's a rut-exclusive thing, because Jimin thinks it will hurt her. If she knew just how much she hurts Minjeong in Minjeong's darkest fantasies, maybe she'd change her mind. Maybe if she saw Aeri doling out concentrated hits to the soft flesh of her ass, she'd change her mind.
The pupils of Jimin's eyes are fully blown when she looks up from Aeri, who seems to have made it her life's goal to take as much of Jimin down her throat, and in doing so, make the most lewd noises imaginable.
Minjeong can hear how sloppy she's being, just how Jimin likes it. If she didn't know any better, she'd think this wasn't their first time together. Watching her alphas share this moment feels like staring into the sun. She really should look away, because it almost hurts to look, but there's a perverse pleasure in continuing to watch.
Look at us , Aeri and Jimin are saying. Look how good we make each other feel.
Minjeong drools on the blanket in her mouth when Jimin's eyes fixate on her, upper lip curling in the beginning of a snarl that never makes it out of her throat. There's something distinctly filthy about having Jimin look at her like this while she sits at Minjeong's vanity getting her cock sucked by a third person.
Jimin wants , plain and simple – her scent rolls off her in waves, pleasure plain as day on her face and her composure breaking further when Aeri hollows her cheeks and laves her cock with the flat of her tongue. (At least, that's what Minjeong imagines, since she has to fill in the absence of visual confirmation with her own imagination.)
Jimin is greedy. Jimin wants everything after being made to wait for so long. She wants Aeri to suck her, wants Minjeong to sit on her face, wants to knot one of them. She remembers Jimin's trembling voice in her ear from a week ago, when she told her she'd been thinking of bad things, terrible things I've never thought about–
This Jimin, being brought to heel and given everything she wants, has dispensed with the shame completely, and wants so fiercely that it makes Minjeong whine softly in response. She'd give Jimin anything she wanted, give in to those dark eyes and sharp teeth.
Aeri hasn't spoken for a bit, so when she does, it startles Minjeong. She pulls herself off Jimin with a slick pop , pausing to catch her breath. Then–
"Do you want to try the thing we talked about?"
Minjeong knows what this is about. She busies herself with pulling the blanket out of her mouth. It's gross and covered in Minjeong's drool from when she was shamelessly appreciating the sight in front of her, but she knows Jimin might like it – so much of Minjeong's scent has bled into the fabric that she can imagine Jimin pressing it against her nose and tugging at her cock, reclining back against the headboard like an empress lording over her subjects.
"Jimin?" Aeri repeats, and Jimin says Yes again, and then Minjeong's scooting to the side of the bed so that Aeri can guide Jimin to sit down on the bed. Minjeong reflexively lets out a little growl when the two of them approach, out of instinct than anything else, because this is her space – before she catches herself and giggles sheepishly.
"You're so cute," Aeri praises, kissing Minjeong on the mouth. Minjeong preens, letting Aeri lick into her mouth and nipping at Aeri's bottom lip until she grips Minjeong's hip.
Aeri doesn't seem to remember that Jimin's cock was just in her mouth, or maybe she just doesn't care. Minjeong doesn't complain. She can taste Jimin, can imagine the heavy weight of Jimin's cock in her mouth, even though Jimin didn't come and is still very hard and looking at Aeri with puppy-dog eyes.
Words don't come easy to Minjeong, because she feels like her tongue is stuck to the roof of her mouth and she's wet beyond belief from watching the two of them interact like that. So she doesn't use her words, just slips her tongue into Aeri's mouth, dirty, and licks at the inside of her mouth until she can taste even more of Jimin.
Aeri's usual scent has been tinged with something sharp and tart, her blunt edges blending in with the blade of Jimin's pheromones, and Minjeong is surprised to learn that they've blended well together.
Aeri growls a little when one of Minjeong's teeth catches on Aeri's lip. Jimin's head cocks like a puppy picking up on an unfamiliar sound, her eyebrows lifting in carnal confusion. Minjeong has to concur – Aeri doesn't get like this , like all alpha and growly and a little more bite to her actions. Jimin disappears and reappears behind Minjeong, her nose and mouth aimed homewards as she bites Minjeong. Neither of them really remember how Jimin got out of the chair, but it was more for show than anything, so it doesn't come as a surprise.
Aeri lets Jimin do this for a while, seemingly as a reward for being so good – or whatever Aeri considers good, whatever Jimin can manage – for so long. Minjeong's lifted by Jimin's strong arms into her lap, her ass brushing against Jimin's cock. Jimin gives a reflexive thrust of her hips, rubbing lightly against Minjeong's ass and whining softly.
Minjeong can't see Jimin, because Jimin's teeth have found their way back onto her shoulder and she can't turn around, but the scent is, as usual, overwhelming. Maybe overwhelming dialed up to a hundred, because Jimin is playing with her like a toy, breathing in deep when her fingers feel the remnants of the slick on Minjeong's thighs. Her breath is hot and sends a dark bolt of sensation through Minjeong, so much that it feels like it's too much.
Aeri is still watching carefully, an amused smile playing on her lips.
"A-Ah, Jimin," Minjeong gasps, too sensitive, and Jimin immediately retreats her searing touch. She wants to tell Jimin to continue, but she backs away, save for a reassuring hand pressed against Minjeong's cheek. She nuzzles into Jimin's palm, turning her body on the sheets like a puppy and mouthing at the sheets for want of something in her mouth.
It's good like this, when Jimin's scent is all she can take in and she turns so that the flat of her palm covers Minjeong's nose and mouth completely. Stars, she finds that the more time she spends with Jimin, the more she becomes like this scent-driven, dastardly alpha. Her nose isn't anywhere as sensitive as Jimin's, but it's enough to appreciate every note in her scent, calling to her like a siren in the salty ocean air.
Aeri lets go of Minjeong, folding her hands in her lap before she calls out softly, "Minjeong, how much can you take?"
Everything, Minjeong's omega snaps, but her logical human brain says otherwise, and she licks Jimin's palm gently and says, "Just fuck me. Please."
"Me? Or her?" Aeri raises an eyebrow, and Jimin's shoulders stiffen.
An element of rivalry and competition was inevitable no matter how Aeri tried to soften her edges for Jimin – that's just what you get when you put Jimin with any other alpha in the same room, but Minjeong finds that she doesn't mind. Seeing two alphas challenge each other over her stokes a fire in her belly that's been burning for a while, and she's tempted to string them along, to tease them until one of them pins her down and makes her cry.
But the memory of how Aeri had denied her this afternoon and how much she needs someone to fuck her properly now overtakes any desire to drag this out any further. She needs this, now .
She looks over to Jimin, who's grinding down into her cupped palm, sweaty bangs falling over her forehead, and grins. Aeri's smile is almost predatory, a lot more knowing, as if she was two steps ahead of Minjeong the entire time. Minjeong knows she gets off on it, gets off on having power over the people she sleeps with. The self-assurance that Aeri carries herself with must be the most attractive thing about her, Minjeong decides.
She nods, and Aeri clears her throat.
"Jimin," she orders, and Minjeong watches amusedly as Jimin's jaw tenses, holding back a growl. "Minjeong wants you."
"Really?" Jimin says, eyes widening in an instant, reticent for once to the point where she's almost shy, and Minjeong's heart blossoms.
But there's also the matter of the slick running down Minjeong's thighs and turning her into a sticky, painfully aroused, pseudo-heat omega, and she whines impatiently, pulling Jimin on top of her.
It happens like fragments of a fever dream – Jimin slides her cock into Minjeong and bites at the skin around Minjeong's scent gland, covers Minjeong's body possessively with her own. What's different about today is Aeri purring encouragement, for once taking the attention of Minjeong that Minjeong's grown so accustomed to having and giving it to Jimin.
Aeri chuckles low, sadistic, when Jimin sinks her teeth into Minjeong's shoulder and Minjeong tightens around her, coming for the nth time tonight. She tells Jimin to hold down Minjeong by her hips instead of her shoulders, tells her that she's so handsome and a formidable alpha, that she's being so good making their omega feel good.
That's the thing – their omega. Jimin doesn't even bristle at the use of the word, only moaning into Minjeong's mouth and rutting against her. She pants and whines and growls into the crook of Minjeong's neck, seeking out her scent gland so she can drown in it, and Minjeong and Aeri reward her for it.
Jimin straightens her back at one point, staring down at Minjeong like she's a glittering diamond, and says hoarsely, "Okay?"
Minjeong doesn't know what she's asking. She's been fucked into a drooling, teary mess, and Aeri crooning praise hasn't helped her stay sane at all. Jimin is so hard and thick inside her, but she presses her hips against Minjeong's in a silent plea for more – Minjeong thinks she can feel the beginning of her knot at the base of her cock. She can't knot Minjeong tonight, not if she intends to keep going with Aeri, and it sparks some wild light in Jimin's eyes that's unbelievably attractive.
Jimin presses her forehead to Minjeong, pupils blown, and says again, "Okay?"
"Okay," Minjeong sighs, curling her fingers around the back of Jimin's neck, taking in heaping breaths of Aeri and Jimin's scents. Oh, this was a good idea.
-
The scene shifts as day fully gives way to night, and Minjeong manages to sate her hunger after taking the two of them and coming enough times for her to finally be the slightest bit sore, and before she knows it, Jimin's eyes are glazed over as she lays on the bed, bent over Aeri's lap.
It's not something Minjeong ever thought she would see. But it's not an unwelcome sight by any means, and her mouth waters as Aeri coos and talks down to Jimin. All Jimin does is shake and tremble and keep her hands behind her back. Aeri puppeteers her, guiding her, telling her what to do, and Jimin obeys without complaint.
"You're being so good for me right now, pup," Aeri murmurs, her fingers gently pumping in and out of a teary Jimin's hole. Her voice is gentle, lilting, with no traces of condescension.
When Minjeong calls Jimin pup , Jimin growls and postures a bit before fucking her harder as if she has something to prove. Maybe it's because it's always paired with a teasing giggle from Minjeong, too. But in the hands of an older alpha, in Aeri's hands, Jimin's helpless to all that pride and ego, and stifles a shattered cry into the back of her hand, biting the skin on the back of her hand to try to calm herself down when Aeri slides her fingers back in.
Minjeong knows that Jimin's always been strict and uptight about alpha hierarchy, which is something she'll never have to bother with – Jimin respects everyone else in a normal way, which makes Minjeong wonder why she bothers sticking to strange and downright inconvenient alpha-alpha social dynamics. But Jimin practically stands at attention for any alpha senior to her, nodding enthusiastically and seeking their praise and affirmation. It's precisely why she thought this arrangement with Aeri might work, and she smugly congratulates herself for coming up with the idea.
Aeri is nothing if not perceptive, and so she soothes Jimin, who's still teething her own knuckles, with a quiet purr, and pulls Jimin's hand away from her so she doesn't hurt herself. Her slender palm moves to cup the younger alpha's jaw before pressing – not rough, but firmly enough for Jimin's lips to part.
She looks up at Aeri, eyes glazed over and head tilted, and God she looks every bit the pup she is right now, even from where Minjeong is sitting– And then Aeri is letting go of Jimin's jaw, satisfied that she'll keep her mouth open, and stroking Jimin's cheek before she presses the tips of two fingers against Jimin's lips.
"Will you suck on them for me, pup?" Aeri coos, and Jimin snaps back to reality, nodding hard before obediently taking Aeri's fingers past her swollen lips and into her mouth. For me, for me – somehow Aeri's been able to clock exactly what Jimin likes hearing on the first try.
It took Minjeong three encounters with Jimin whining in her ear and begging to please her before she figured out that Jimin is always eagerly waiting to be asked, and her pride and energy surges when she knows it's to make someone feel good. It's a miracle that Aeri has managed to get it so quickly.
Minjeong can see Jimin's cheeks hollow as she sucks on Aeri's fingers, and inadvertently whimpers herself, fingers on her clit moving faster at the sight of Jimin acting like this.
Minjeong catches sight of Aeri, and knows instantly that Aeri is weighing her options, whether to call Jimin good girl or not, or if that would cross a line that the two alphas haven't quite figured out yet. Aeri seems to decide against it, and instead focuses her efforts on pushing her fingers in and out of Jimin's mouth, until she hears a muffled gag from Jimin eagerly trying to show off how much of Aeri's fingers she can take in one smooth movement. Fuck, Minjeong wonders how Jimin's lips would look like wrapped around Aeri's cock, if Aeri was propped up against the bed with Jimin on her stomach and her head moving up and down on Aeri.
"Do you want to know something," Aeri breathes out, and she's so strung out that it doesn't even leave her lips as a question. Jimin is still quiet even though she's pulled back from Aeri's fingers and Aeri is busying herself wiping them on the sheets.
Her lips are still parted, and she whines softly as Aeri pulls out of her. She doesn't move Jimin to a sitting position to face her, both out of an abundance of caution so she doesn't spook her and violently rip her from the hazy headspace she's in, and because she can see that Jimin doesn't want to. Jimin is content being beneath Aeri, because that is where Aeri wants her.
"She asked you a question, Jimin," Minjeong lilts, smirking a little to herself in heady self-satisfaction when Aeri nods at her. "Weren't you listening?"
Jimin almost stutters with how fast she responds, answering Yes so urgently and turning her head to Aeri desperately, to make sure Aeri heard her.
Aeri hums, "Good." And then she pushes back into her, twisting her fingers cruelly until Jimin gasps and cries out, "I know you want so many bad things, and you think that I'll be the one to stop you from indulging yourself. You're disgusting."
A shudder runs through Jimin's entire body, and Minjeong's hand drifts down between her legs, aimlessly brushing her fingertips against herself. This is what they must have discussed in private, and if looks are anything to go by, Aeri is fulfilling whatever fantasy Jimin confessed to perfectly.
Jimin is trying to get friction against Aeri's thigh or the bed, Minjeong can't tell, but she looks so debauched like this, naked save for the socks on her feet. Aeri sighs softly, stroking Jimin's cheek with the hand that was in her mouth, leaving behind sticky saliva in their wake. She taps her fingers on the side of her face, and for a moment it looks like Aeri is gearing up to slap her, with the same biting force she uses when Minjeong begs for it.
But she doesn't, and in a return to form, takes on a familiar mocking tone, "I can't help you with that, though. I'm not a good person. I want all the same disgusting things you want. Isn't that terrible of me?"
Jimin's eyes are glistening with tears as she shakes her head, frantic, and Minjeong is overtaken with want once again. She wants to lean close to Jimin and lick the tears off her cheeks, bask in the bacchanalia and swirling intensity of this, drag her thumb into Jimin's mouth and pull her finger to the side to bare Jimin's sharp teeth, just to show her how useless she's become. She feels like a voyeur as her fingers circle her clit – mainly because she is one – watching the two alphas size each other up.
"I'd let you fuck me," Aeri muses, "If you wanted to."
"I do," Jimin gasps.
"Minjeong's told me how well you fuck her. You must be so big, hm?" She lets her words trail off into the air like a spiral of smoke curling, and Minjeong smiles contentedly to herself. Aeri is being Aeri again, and she really didn't think Jimin would be this into it, the way Aeri carefully peels away all that bravado and braggadocio to reveal what's underneath.
But Jimin is just as into this as Aeri is – it wouldn't work otherwise, and it's such a sight that Minjeong feels like she isn't supposed to be here. Not when Aeri says something soft and sweet to Jimin and Jimin trembles, her long body stretched out over Aeri's lap and face turned away from Minjeong's.
Minjeong shuts her eyes, letting Jimin murmur Yes into Aeri with more privacy as she leans back against the vanity. Her legs spread a little wider of their own accord, and oh, now she feels like a real voyeur, slipping a finger into wet, warm heat as Jimin and Aeri talk to each other behind her eyelids. Selfishly, she imagines herself in between them, taking whatever they deem her worthy of. If she opens her eyes, she knows she might see Jimin in a position she's only seen in her dreams.
Aeri never puts Minjeong on her lap, because she knows Minjeong likes it too much. Aeri has put Jimin on her lap, because she knows Jimin likes it too much. She wonders how Aeri seems to know what everybody wants, all the time – because Jimin might know what Minjeong wants, but Aeri has a way of getting people's secrets out in the open. She balances that power with a calm that is almost suffocating, especially when Minjeong is keyed up and all she can think of is go go go.
For her troubles, Minjeong is tempted to open her eyes and point this out. But she manages her impulses, and slides in a second finger to the mental image of Jimin in a collar and leash, the length of the other end wrapped around Aeri's fist. Aeri giving Jimin permission to fuck and scent Minjeong, like just now, but with even more control given to Aeri.
Aeri praising Jimin when she fits herself inside Minjeong and starts fucking her like she'll die if she doesn't. Jimin huffing indignantly and straining against the leash because she wants Minjeong all to herself. She wants Jimin to lunge as far as her animalistic heart takes her. Oh, she wants to trigger Jimin's rut, tip her over the edge and steal her away for a while so Minjeong can have all of Jimin's attention on her.
Her eyes burst open at the thought, and she takes in the sight in front of her. On some level, she should be affronted by the sight of Jimin and Aeri on her bed like this as they rub up against each other now, Jimin carefully balanced on Aeri and tilting Aeri's head up as they kiss messily, sloppy, breaths overlapping like droplets of rainfall.
And she is, a little – her omega isn't too happy about the sight of her alphas not paying attention to her. But her rational, if not horny, brain takes over pretty fast after that, and she sighs. She's still a little sore from when Aeri fucked her, even if it was only for a little bit. She should stretch herself out again so she can show them how good she's being for them.
Minjeong's own selfish pursuit of her own pleasure is interrupted by Aeri settling Jimin on her lap the same way she does to Minjeong, giving both alphas some reprieve from the tension building in the room. She cups Jimin's cheek like she's the most precious thing she's seen, smoothing one hand down her face.
Jimin is still sensitive and twitchy, but she looks up immediately when Aeri speaks, pupils blown. The older alpha is leaning back against Minjeong's headboard, smiling contentedly, and says, "Come here, Jimin."
Aeri helps Jimin move her sticky limbs, eventually hefting Jimin just shy of Aeri's lap, and Minjeong watches in wonder at the sight of Jimin lowering her head in deference. She's so fucked out, and still cares about alpha hierarchy – she really is a different breed. But then Aeri curls her fingers under Jimin's chin, and says, "Make me smell like you?"
Minjeong's eyes widen, and she watches Jimin freeze for a good second before she lunges.
She walks her fingers up Jimin's spine as Jimin makes short work of her unblemished skin, sighing softly when Jimin bites a little harder than she expects. But she doesn't let Jimin on her for too long. Instead she chooses to tug Jimin away and ask, "Do you want to fuck me now, Jimin?"
"Are you sure–"
"Aeri–"
Minjeong and Jimin speak at the same time, and Minjeong has the decency to be sheepish. Jimin is staring at Aeri with stars in her eyes, even though they should all be so tired because of all the fucking that's been going on. But she knows what's going through Jimin's head – that Aeri's had her over her lap, Aeri's watched her fuck Minjeong, but she hasn't actually fucked Aeri yet. Minjeong blinks and Jimin looks like a delighted, excited pup in her first rut, eyes fixed on Aeri to see what she's about to say. Even like this, she's still deferent, still waiting for the older alpha to tell her what to do. It's endearing and hot in equal measure.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Aeri murmurs, brushing Jimin's lips with her own, impossibly gentle. "I really, really want you to, and I think you want the same. But if you're not comfortable, we can call it quits here and we'll still have a good night to talk about. But if you want more…"
Jimin whimpers. "I'll make you feel good, I promise, please–"
"I wouldn't ask you to if I didn't think so," Aeri chuckles.
Minjeong teases Jimin regularly about being a quick shot, because it's patently false – well, it used to be true when they first started sleeping together, what with Jimin being an inexperienced alpha with too much libido and too little stamina. Jimin takes it in stride most of the time, because she gets to fuck Minjeong later like she's trying to prove something.
Which makes Aeri not making fun of Jimin for coming immediately all the more impressive. It happens with little fanfare, with Jimin putting Aeri on her back – but still unable to properly look Aeri in the eye without flushing a deep pink and looking away hurriedly – and pushing into her.
Aeri guided Jimin through prepping her, pushing and pulling where it was needed, using more lube than Minjeong's seen in her entire lifetime, telling Jimin to take her time fingering her open before she even thought about pressing the head of her dick to Aeri's hole.
("Not yet," she'd soothed a few times, letting Jimin nod in understanding and slather even more lube on her fingers. A few times Minjeong caught Jimin eyes and smiled, releasing her scent for good measure to calm her down. Jimin nearly gets distracted by the sight of Aeri's hard cock before the lube on her fingers reminds herself of what they're doing.)
And yet Aeri moaned like she was being split open when Jimin finally entered her. Minjeong doesn't blame her, because Jimin is thick and long and restless, shivering with excitement when she first entered Aeri. Which explains Jimin crying out a second later and messily chasing a premature orgasm with quick slaps of her hips against Aeri's. Her eyes shoot open with shame, and she looks like she's about to say something, maybe a word of apology, when Aeri shushes her and beckons her to fall over her body.
They have another exchange of words that Minjeong only barely catches snippets of. Aeri smiles up at Jimin so fondly that it makes Minjeong's heart clench, and outright giggle at the way Jimin's shoulders ripple with laughter at whatever Aeri is saying.
So Minjeong watches as Jimin drapes herself over Aeri and, as if it's second nature, she buries her face in Aeri's neck.
She'd scented her plenty just now, but now she can hear soft whines and whimpers from them both as Jimin properly marks Aeri up.
It'd make Minjeong jealous if it wasn't so fucking hot. Aeri shivers and digs her nails into Jimin's broad back as Jimin inhales needy lungfuls of her scent, kissing and licking, and they're positioned in such a way that Minjeong sees the way Jimin's already hard again.
Jimin's fully hard again just from getting to take in Aeri's scent, just from being allowed to scent Aeri. It shouldn't surprise her, given Jimin's penchant for going for hours and hours with Minjeong as long as she gets to bury her nose in Minjeong's neck, her hypersensitive nose taking all Minjeong has to offer. Better even, if Minjeong stuffs her drenched panties in Jimin's mouth and makes her gasp in every breath through the intoxicating haze of her scent.
The gentle quiet of the air is shattered by a loud cry from Aeri – something that Minjeong swears she's never heard from the older alpha – as Jimin drives herself into Aeri. She pauses for a split second before Aeri locks eyes with her and commands, "More," and then her hips take off.
It seems Jimin's recovered from the momentary embarrassment at coming instantly the first time she got to fuck another alpha, because now Jimin is growling softly and nudging Aeri's legs apart so she can press even deeper into Aeri. Her strokes are a departure from the normal slow, deep thrusts when she's fucking Minjeong, dipping into near-frantic, as if Aeri might disappear at any moment.
At some point, Minjeong finds herself standing from her seat, still sore from how Jimin had taken her, and walking over to sit beside the two of them. The heat they radiate rivals the warmth off Minjeong's own skin, and as if in a trance, she turns her head to kiss Jimin.
It's an awkward bend for her and is definitely going to put a crick in her neck after this, but it's worth it for the way Jimin slips her tongue into Minjeong's tongue with that familiar alpha aggression, the need to claim ever-present.
Her hand drifts to Aeri's unattended cock – Aeri's still gripping Jimin's shoulders for dear life – and she slides her hand up and down the shaft, rubbing her thumb over the head and smearing precum all over it. Aeri doesn't thrust up into her hand – half because she has more patience than to do that, half because Jimin has her practically pinned into the mattress as she drives in and out of her – and throws her head back, letting Minjeong jerk her off messily, sloppily making out with Jimin the whole time.
"You feel so good," Jimin whimpers when she and Minjeong break apart, her hands lifting to pinch and tug at Aeri's nipples. "You're so tight, you feel so good, alpha– fuck –"
Aeri smiles back hazily up at her, her gaze drifting between Minjeong and Jimin. She's absolutely ruined, hair falling over her face and her lips bitten red, but she manages to sound put-together when she croons, "So good for me, puppy. Making me smell just like you, fucking your alpha just right. No wonder Minjeong likes you so much, hm?"
Jimin whines loudly, more animal than human in that moment. She's completely lost now, somewhere between the darkness of Aeri's eyes and the hilltops of Minjeong's scent.
"Please, I'm gonna–" She cuts herself off with a sob, "Alpha, I'm gonna–"
She tries to move away in anticipation of her orgasm, but Aeri shakes her head.
"She wants you to come in her," Minjeong hears herself saying, and a full-body shudder travels through Jimin at the words. Minjeong isn't sure where it came from, either, only that she wants to see this, wants to see Jimin come undone the way she needs oxygen.
"Mm," Aeri moans, pulling Jimin down again for a kiss, all clashing teeth. "Be a good alpha and come in me, won't you? I want you to."
It's a sight to behold – Jimin biting the juncture where Aeri's neck meets her shoulder so hard that Aeri shakes as she comes hard. Her knot inflates and Minjeong sees Jimin rut uselessly against Aeri's hole for a few seconds, trying futilely to lock her bulging knot deep in Aeri, seal her seed inside her, before she comes to her senses and finishes riding out her orgasm.
"Fuck," Jimin breaks the silence, staring at Aeri like she's discovered a new god. "That was…"
Aeri, who's tracing the new bruises on her neck with two fingers, hums and nods. A smile plays on her lips as she turns her eyes to Minjeong, and Minjeong knows they aren't done, not for a long shot.
-
At one point, Jimin and Aeri put Minjeong on her back, Jimin slipping into Minjeong and snarling out how tight she is and how good she smells, moving over the length of her body until Jimin's scent blankets her and she can comfortably nuzzle at Minjeong's scent gland. She takes deep, heaping breaths, letting out a small whimper at the way Minjeong tightens around her before she redoubles her efforts, fucking into her with renewed intensity and pressing her teeth to her scent gland.
She doesn't have to say it, because Minjeong can practically hear Jimin growling out mine, mine, mine, the way she does when she goes into rut and Minjeong volunteers to help her with it. The way she reacts when Minjeong bats her lashes at her and asks if she'd like to scent her, pumping out her pheromones for the hell of it.
Aeri coos at the sight, smiling and stroking Jimin's hair and leaning down to mutter even more obscenities in her ear that seem to energize Jimin even more – Minjeong wants to know what she's saying to Jimin but it's so quiet that she can't even when she tries to listen – to push Jimin to show off how good she can make Minjeong feel. It's not like she hasn't already done it tonight, but Jimin seems even more invigorated now, like she's on a mission to fuck both of them silly.
"Maybe next time I'll let you take my cock," Aeri muses out loud to Jimin, leaving Jimin to contemplate that possibility before Aeri descends on Minjeong.
Aeri likes Minjeong most when she presents for her. Jimin couldn't care less as long as she gets to scent Minjeong, but Aeri likes being able to worship Minjeong with her tongue in this position before she slides inside her. Minjeong, on her part, simply likes it when Aeri pulls her hair.
Neither of them miss the way Jimin watches them, hand on her cock and Aeri's shirt held up to her nose. Jimin's fist works furiously on her cock, and somehow, she manages to come long before Aeri's knot even starts brushing against Minjeong's entrance. She's in a partial daze, lips parted as Aeri fucks the last orgasm of the night out of Minjeong.
What would it take to get them in a room together again, Minjeong thinks drowsily as Aeri pulls out and comes all over her back, warm hands smoothing over her back and letting her twist to gently lay on her side. For a moment, all is quiet as the three of them catch their breaths, as things return to equilibrium.
It was her idea to do this, though. The onus falls on her to say something, which ends up being, "We should do this again… soon."
Jimin and Aeri, both as fucked-out as she is, just laugh.
Eventually they urge Minjeong to get up and pee and clean herself up, neither of them bothering to get re-dressed. Minjeong looks at them in the mirror, three naked women trying to get themselves cleaned up after what counts as the second-most degenerate night in Minjeong's lives, and laughs. She could get used to this, having Jimin's scent-driven ways and Aeri's fondness for toying with her, in her life. It wouldn't be bad at all.