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After his last Zeta slip , Mingi clung to his Alphas. He was never left alone and after a while, it was Mingi who slowly started to pull away.
He’s heard talk about how Omegas and Alphas had inner voices, so he thought, like the Betas, his Zeta did not have a voice. This was proven wrong approximately three months after he was last subdued .
“Stop clinging to them.
You’re being ridiculous.
Don’t you understand how strong you are in comparison, stop this.”
It scared him at first. The voice in his head sounded as if it was coming from inside of him but from next to him as well. It was obviously his voice, just deeper and more demanding. It held a weight to it that told Mingi that this was the voice that could get things done.
He had no idea that listening to his Zeta voice would bring them closer. That it would bring him confidence. Security. Independence. Defiance.
Unbeknownst to his Alphas, Mingi no longer fought off his Zeta, he accepted it, and therefore he merged both mindsets. One that can equally demand and submit, as they wish.
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Mingi knocks on Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s door and after a voice allows him in, he opens the door and peeks around the frame. “Hwa, I’m going to the outlet for a bit.”
Seonghwa looks up from his laptop from where he is perched at the work desk in his room, “Is anyone going with you baby?”
“I didn’t plan on it.”
Seonghwa takes off his glasses and bodily turns his way, “Min, are you okay?” He takes a deep sniff in and doesn’t smell much of a difference in Mingi’s scent, maybe he should ask Yeosang since he’s their best sniffer.
“I’m fine, I was just wanting to buy some new clothes and get a gift for Jjongie, since his birthday is soon.”
“Will you be okay?”
Mingi can’t help but roll his eyes, but nods, “Yes, Alpha, I’ll be fine. I’m leaving now.”
“Wait, come here.” Seonghwa reaches out for him.
Mingi steps into his room and into Seonghwa’s outstretched arms. Seonghwa tugs Mingi in by the waist and stands up, extending his posture so that he can nuzzle into Mingi’s neck, scenting him. When he pulls away he’s leaving a chaste kiss to Mingi’s lips and sliding hard plastic into his hand. “Use that for your clothes.”
Mingi turns over the black card in his palm and then gives Seonghwa a smile. “I’ll be back for dinner.”
Seonghwa disregards his laptop and pulls his phone into his hands quickly shooting a text out, alerting the other Alphas to stay on their toes and keep an eye open.
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Mingi is stepping over their threshold with his arms full of shopping bags and toeing off his shoes when Wooyoung comes bounding up to him. “Do you need help?”
“I’ve got it.” Mingi chuckles and then shuffles the bags, “Oh, wait, here, take this one.” He eyes a medium sized bag, “It’s yours.”
Wooyoung grabs the bag and follows Mingi into his room. He watches as Mingi drops his armload onto his bed and then turns to him with a smile, “Won’t you open it?”
Wooyoung makes a soft sound like “Oh” before he opens the bag and pulls out the crinkle paper. Inside, there is a shoe box and Wooyoung levels a look up. “I overheard you telling San your other shoes were giving you blisters, I asked the rep for these specifically. Will they be okay?”
Wooyoung opens the box, almost carefully, and inside are a pair of Suede’s, black in color with a blue/purple gradient. “They’re perfect.” Wooyoung has a big and gummy smile directed Mingi’s way before he’s depositing the shoes aside and tackling Mingi into a hug.
Mingi giggles when he wraps his arms around Wooyoung. They hold each other for a bit until Wooyoung is pulling away and raking his eyes all over Mingi. It’s a very quick movement, but Wooyoung tilts his head in confusion before shaking it away and looking over to the mass of bags on Mingi’s bed, “What else did you get?”
Mingi steps out of Wooyoung’s hold and closer to his bed, “Some clothes, shampoo, and Jongho’s birthday present.”
“Ah, wanna show -”
“Hey guys!” San comes bounding into the room, “Dinner is ready and Yunho just got home, so it’s time to eat.”
There is idle chatter as they eat, Jongho’s pouring coke into glasses and Yeosang’s spooning food onto plates.
“I heard Mingi went out alone?” Hongjoong says after drinking down his glass.
“Mmm, yeah.”
Mingi subtly watches each of his Alphas while taking small bites of his food.
"They are underestimating you, viewing you as someone weak…”
Mingi sighs, a quirk of his lips tugging on one corner, “I had fun. Went through a few shops, tried on a lot of things in the dressing rooms -” He chuckles at a thought and then continues, “Oh, Hwa, I didn’t use the card by the way.” He unpockets the black card from before and lays it on the table top. “I appreciate the thought, but even though I do stay at home, I still make my own money. I can afford things for myself.”
“That-”
“I know that was not your intention, but this is me reminding you that I can take care of myself as well.”
He gauges all of their reactions, and while all of them seem to be flabbergasted, there are two who seem to be inquisitive, curious. His chair makes a sound against the floor when he slowly pushes back and stands up. “I’m a Zeta… And like Yeosang said, there is nothing wrong with that. I believe him now.” Mingi smiles and leaves the table of Alphas, dropping a quick peck to Yeosang’s cheek.
“What was that?” Yunho questions, eyes wide and unmoving from Mingi’s general direction, even if he’s no longer in sight.
“Yeosang, did you catch on to anything?”
“It’s strange… It’s not his Zeta scent, and it’s not his subdued scent, at least not entirely. It’s changing, slowly.” Yeosang supplies, fingers on his chin as he thinks things over.
“It’s not just his scent though.” Jongho adds.
“What do you mean?” Hongjoong questions.
“Mingi is changing as well. He’s speaking his mind, doing things on his own, spending time alone, and he’s not violent with these actions either, so it’s even more confusing because when he Zeta’s out it’s a bit violent, anger-fed. This isn’t.”
Seonghwa nods and pulls his phone out, “Let’s keep note of everything for now, do some research too. It’s not too much of a worry until he’s showing signs of anger. We will act as soon as we suspect it’s switching to that because this might just be a long pre-stage of a Zeta episode.”
“..I’m not too sure..” Yunho is the first to respond, prompting Yeosang and Jongho to nod in agreement.
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A week after, nothing really changes. Mingi continues to choose when he wants to cling to an Alpha. He’s the one to call out for someone to lay in with him at night, or during naps, if he wishes to. He goes out on his own more often. He even starts taking meetings offline.
“They haven’t even seen the clothes I bought yet… At least not my normal style.”
Yunho is seated at Mingi’s headboard, the blankets bunched up at his hips. He’s fisting at his eyes sleepily while Mingi moves busily through his room.
“What is this meeting for? It’s the second one this week.”
Mingi tucks himself into his closet and giggles from behind the door, “My meetings can accumulate to probably four a week, no one ever knows though because they are online. Go back to sleep Alpha.”
He can hear the way Yunho groans, knowing just how much of a menace he is when he calls his mates Alpha. As he shuffles through his clothes, he hears Yunho roll in the bed, ruffling the covers and even dropping a pillow.
“This one.”
Mingi plucks the top off the hanger and slips it on, covering his bare shoulders with his newly acquired leather jacket. His black, tight jeans match perfectly with the jacket while the top ends right under his navel, showing a sliver of skin.
He gauges Yunho through the crack of the closet door and slips out. “Sleep well.” He whispers when he is close to Yunho and drops a kiss to the back of Yunho’s head, who is face down into the last remaining pillow. Before Yunho can roll over, he’s slipping out of his room letting the older’s grumbles fade with the distance.
Mingi slips out of the house undetected, swinging his keychain on one finger as he leaves their building.
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After two successful meetings, finishing a full backing track and a set of lyrics, followed by praise from his bosses, he finally gets a moment to sit back and breathe.
It’s well into the afternoon, teetering on into the evening where the sky turns from bright yellows and oranges to pinks and purples. He’s laxing back into a booth in a nearby cafe, playing with the melting ice cubes in his tea.
Mingi pulls out his phone and dials Hongjoong’s number.
”Hey Min, are you alright?”
Mingi takes a sip of his tea before responding, “Yes, just finished up not too long ago.”
”Where are you then? You know we have dinner plans outside for Jongho, are you meeting us there? Do you want me to pick you up or send someone?”
“Alpha, I’ll meet you all there.” Mingi exhales and stands up from his table, “I’m headed that way now, sound good?”
”Min- ah.. Yeah, that’s fine.”
There is a bit of awkward silence and Mingi’s already made his way out of the cafe, the little bell ringing when the door opens and closes behind him.
”Min… You’d talk to us if something was up, right?” Hongjoong speaks carefully, cautiously.
“I’d come to you if there was, but I’ve never felt better, so there is no need to worry. I’ll see you there.” He hangs up before allowing a response, pocketing his phone and letting his long legs carry him to his destination.
As assumed, he arrives before the others. He supplies a small beta host with Hongjoong’s name for their reservation and is guided through the restaurant to a private room, eyes following his every move.
“Can I get you anything while you wait for your guests?” The host, name tag reading Ho-Jun, asks while double checking the table is set.
Mingi gives the host a sweet smile as he takes his seat, “They won’t be long, thank you though, Ho-Jun ssi.”
The poor beta left three shades redder than when Mingi first stepped in, ears practically burning.
Mingi is playing with his phone when the door is opened, poor Ho-Jun still a blushing mess when he meets Mingi’s eyes, he stands to the side as Mingi’s Alphas pour in.
Mingi smiles bright, eyes squinting until they almost close as his Alpha’s step in and take in Mingi’s appearance. He’s still seated too, so getting this reaction alone while seated is quite amusing and one hell of a confidence booster.
No one is saying anything as they sit down and Hongjoong waves the poor beta away.
Surprisingly, Jongho speaks first. “Did someone touch you?”
Mingi assumes his Alpha means the beta host and shakes his head, “No, why?”
“You smell differently and then that host wouldn’t meet our eyes.”
“That smell isn’t from someone else…” Yeosang says, eyes raking over Mingi and nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air.
“Enough about me, maybe it’s my shampoo - anyways, today is your day.” Mingi smiles again, standing up and making his way around the room to Jongho’s side.
He disregards the way his Alphas all inhale at the same time and drops himself into Jongho’s lap. “Happy Birthday, Jjongie.” He starts, loud enough for everyone to hear and then he’s centimeters from Jongho’s ear, whispering for just the two of them. “I have a present for you, Alpha.”
Jongho inhales sharply and his hands land on Mingi’s hips, thumbing that sliver of bare skin. This causes Mingi to click his tongue and chuckle into Jongho’s ear. “Patience.” He slips out of Jongho’s lap and chuckles as he takes in the others, all while making his way back to his chair. “Let’s eat, hmm?”
His words seem to snap the Alphas out of whatever trance they are in and the night continues without a hitch.
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“We need to talk.” Hongjoong crowds him in the hallway headed to his room when they return from dinner. “About?”
“Mingi, don’t play around. What’s going on with you? Are you slipping?”
“ Slipping? ” Mingi laughs lightly. “Is it my clothes? Are you upset, Alpha?”
“Mingi-” Hongjoong snaps with his Alpha tone . “I’m not playing around.”
“Neither am I, Hong.” Mingi bites back, “How about this, go wait in the living room, it’s still Jongho’s birthday and I’m preparing his birthday gift, I want you all to see, okay?” Mingi pushes out a portion of his new Zeta pheromones, enticing the Alpha to listen.
He slips into his room when, even though reluctant, Hongjoong walks away, not another word said between the two.
Mingi dresses down, slipping into a simple robe and peeling off his hidden scent blocker.
He looks himself over in his mirror before slipping out of his room.
The floor is cold as he makes his way to the living room. His senses are alive, scenting out his Alphas, each one in the living room as expected. He adjusts his silk robe before turning the corner and revealing himself to his seven alphas.
As expected, they are already turned to him and when they catch sight of him, he’s proud to say they are flabbergasted. Without wasting any time, as so no one could question him, Mingi fixed a look towards Jongho.
“I want everyone to give Jongho and I the main couch. I want your eyes on us, so I don’t care where you sit.” He says simply, without removing his eyes from Jongho.
Mingi can’t hide the smirk that pulls on his lips when the Alphas move as instructed, and even more so when he catches the deep bob of Jongho’s throat. Once they all move a distance away, he stalks up to Jongho like he’s out hunting.
His steps are slow, precise, and teasing.
“I was wondering how to come out about this, reveal myself to you all. Control it all.” Mingi says clearly. He pushes gently at Jongho’s shoulder, causing him to rest back against the cushions. “Everyone in my life has made it seem like being my honest self would hurt me, but after hearing the adoration and lust in my Alphas’ voices after my last slip, I started to think differently.”
Mingi inches up his robe only enough to give himself room to straddle Jongho’s thighs. “Don’t touch.” He warns quickly before Jongho can even lift his hands.
“Sangie smells it..” Mingi dips in until his lips touch Jongho’s earlobe. “Do you smell it?” He whispers, allowing the tip of his tongue to swipe down over his scent gland, teasingly.
Jongho nods, an unexpected growl rumbling in his throat. “Tell me what it tastes like, my new scent.”
“Like liquor. Sweet caramel and bitter toffee. Soft like vanilla or freshly cleaned laundry, but raw and burning like tobacco.” Jongho whispers back, gulping between each word almost like he’s having trouble breathing MIngi in.
“It’s Cognac…” Hongjoong supplies. “It’s both bitter and overwhelmingly sweet, very aromatic and addictive.”
Mingi smiles, the action hidden against Jongho’s ear. “Good Alpha.”
Mingi then sits up tall in Jongho’s lap, fingers playing with the silk ribbon holding his robe together. “After accepting my Zeta, I feel I should use it to my benefit. This new mindset of mine has me wanting to push buttons, press against boundaries.” His robe slips down one shoulder, the birthmark on his back peeking into view. “Test you.”
“So here is the deal.” He says as he slips his robe further down his arms. “I’m going to give Jjongie his birthday present. He’ll take it like the good pup he is. Like the perfect Alpha bending to his lover’s will. And no matter what happens between the two of us, you will watch and only watch.”
He flashes a smirk over his shoulder, “If I so happen to be lenient and allow you closer or invite you in, you’ll have the same rules that I will give our dear Jjongie.”
Mingi turns his attention back to Jongho and lifts his hand to Jongho’s chin, thumbing under his bottom lip. “Alpha, let me use you. I only ask that you don’t move. I may move you or ask you to move, but other than that, tonight you’ll be my toy. If you’re good for me, you’ll be rewarded. Deal?”
“Mingi..” Jongho growls slightly.
“Ah- come on little Alpha, broaden your horizons and allow yourself to just be. I mean.. If you don’t want to, I can smell three Alphas from behind me who’d gladly take your place.”
Jongho growls louder, fingers clenching the material of the couch. “We have a deal.”
“Perfect.” Mingi says easily before swooping in. He uses his thumb’s placement and pulls lightly on Jongho’s bottom lip before their lips meet and they kiss languidly.
Mingi’s hands work off his robe as they kiss. The cool silk pools around him and a top Jongho’s thighs.
He hears a few breaths getting caught in his other Alphas’ throats as his body is revealed.
Jongho has a habit of secretly collecting cute things, so when Mingi saw the cutest pair of teddy bear ruffle panties he bought them without hesitating. It was even better that when he put them on, they turned out to have a cutout in the shape of a heart on the backside.
The panties were boxer-brief cut with ruffles, a cute teddy bear tan color, with little round ears on the waistband and pink nose on his crotch. The swell of his ass cheeks tested the strength of the heart shaped cut out.
Even better was when he found a smooth glass plug, the base shaped like a teddy's face adorned with two small pink jewels, for the ears, and one bigger one in white, for the face.
He could hear someone bite back a curse from behind him. So to tease his audience with an even better view, he lifted up slightly and curved his spine so that his ass was presented.
Mingi smirks into his and Jongho’s languid kiss, hands roaming all over Jongho before slowly guiding Jongho’s shirt up and off. When he widens his stance on his knees, he hears a few collective curse words and a growl here and there.
The sounds from behind him finally filter into Jongho’s ears and he lets out a curious whine into the kiss. Mingi can’t help but to swallow the pathetic sound and chuckle in response.
When Mingi pulls away from the kiss, he dots a line of kisses down Jongho’s throat, nipping sharply in a couple spots, licking over others. “Tell him what you see.”
“He’s soaked, Jjong. He’s got a plug in and he’s dripping.” Yunho whispers out, followed by a slight whimper from Wooyoung.
Jongho’s head falls back with an audible groan. His nails catch onto the fabric of the couch cushions as he tries to ground himself.
Mingi feels wicked, a thrum of excitement running through his veins as he hears and smells the effect he has on his Alphas. It swells him with pride and confidence, causing himself to leak and twitch around the plug nestled in his hole. Wiggling his ass just for show.
“It’s for you.” Mingi says before granting a little distance between Jongho and himself. This allows Jongho to finally take in the only piece of clothing adorning his body. “I want these ruined. Help me soil my new panties, okay Alpha?” He says in faux innocence, the tone taunting and almost cruel.
Jongho can only nod in response, for the rest of his brain and body are fighting the hardest of battles. He can not touch the vixen on his lap, can not sink his nails into the plush of Mingi’s thighs, can not pick him up and throw him onto the couch. He can not allow his Alpha instincts to ruin this game Mingi has made. It makes Jongho want to listen. Mingi's smell alone makes him want to try harder just to see what will happen by the end.
Mingi sees the efforts Jongho’s willing to put into this. He sees the strength it is taking his Alpha to portray obedience. He’s honestly overwhelmed with adoration for his Alphas and their mindset to simply make him happy.
“Spread your knees a bit Jjongie. I want to ride your thigh.” Mingi says before rising up on his knees and shuffling to allow Jongho room to move as requested.
Once Jongho moves as instructed, Mingi positions himself to where he is straddling Jongho’s humongous thigh. His knee presses right into Jongho’s groin. His knee is perfectly pressed into Jongho so that he can feel Jongho’s semi-erect member against his knee, he can feel it slowly harden with interest, without even being touched full-on.
Like this, Mingi presses his own groin into Jongho’s thigh and feels shivers dance through his body.
Mingi tries to keep his audience in mind, but sometimes it feels like it’s just him and Jongho, especially during times like this where the most delicious sensation of rutting his groin into Jongho’s thick thigh absolutely mutes his perception.
Jongho, himself, is doing so well as Mingi grinds ever so slowly into his thigh. Mingi tells him as much, slightly emasculating him in the process. “Such a good boy, you’re doing so well for me Jjongie.”
And unbeknownst to Jongho, he finds himself growing harder. To be stripped of his role as an Alpha, to be watched by his pack as their Zeta takes control; it’s sending heat waves up the back of his neck and making him leak into his pants.
It obviously has an effect on the others as well for there is whining and groans being bitten back. Scents mixing and overflowing.
Mingi lifts his hands and grabs Jongho’s hands. “Remember, you’re only allowed what I give you.” He reminds the other before placing Jongho’s hands on his own waist. His big hands following the dip in Mingi’s sides and settling there. He finds himself holding back a growl, for touching MIngi is a completely different obstacle.
“Mingi-”
“Hush.” Mingi snaps, breaking Hongjoong’s sentence and his train of thought.
“If you can’t behave enough to sit and watch, then you don’t deserve to be in here.” He leans forward, dragging his soaked panty covered crotch on Jongho’s thigh. “And if they can’t behave, then I’ll get you all alone. They should be thankful, right Jjongie?” He whispers into Jongho’s ear, which is quickly followed by Jongho nodding.
Mingi takes his time riding Jongho’s thigh, teasing him with his tongue along his neck. All while teasing the others with the view of his ass. Jongho slightly enabled Mingi’s taunting, thinking he is being sneaky when he digs his fingertips into Mingi’s skin and creating visible red patches on his skin, all for show.
Mingi pulls away and stops grinding all at the same time. He lifts up off of Jongho’s thigh and steps to the side.
Before Jongho can even make a sound, Mingi is rounding over to Yeosang, but his eyes stay on Jongho the whole time. “Be a good pup and undress for me.”
Jongho’s hands are trembling as he undresses, eyes watching Mingi and licking away the dryness on his lips. He’s swallowing around the desert in his throat when he gets a visual of Mingi’s ass, slicked up all over and dripping down his thighs. The tan of the panties he is wearing turned a few shades darker from how wet they are, matching the patch in the front.
Mingi circles around Yeosang and stands behind him, draping his body over the other Alpha. His nose snakes through his nape and behind his ear. “You’re so quiet Sangie.. But I see what this is doing to you. Tell me, is your nose getting the best of you right now?” He drapes an arm over Yeosang’s shoulder and palms down his chest, resting his hand over the tent in Yeosang’s pants. “I’ve never seen you more turned on than right now.”
Mingi glides lidded eyes over to the now naked Alpha, alone on the couch, front and center. “Should I make him wait? He’s practically weeping.” Mingi muses while watching Jongho drip steadily from his weeping cockhead.
Jongho’s eyes go wide and his head shakes a negative, not wanting to be left alone.
“Oh poor thing..” Mingi shakes his head slowly and then chuckles. “I’ll just have to play with you later then. The birthday boy wants undivided attention it seems.” He presses a kiss behind Yeosang’s ear and then pulls away, petting at Yeosang’s hair when the Alpha whines.
Mingi walks back to Jongho and nudges his legs open slightly. “I’ll call cleaning tomorrow, so don’t get wound up.” He says with a smirk pointed to Hongjoong.
This time when Mingi straddles Jongho’s lap, his back is facing Jongho so that they both get a view of their audience. He’s reaching behind himself and stroking Jongho, spreading his precome along his thick girth and thumbing at his weeping slit.
“I’ve tossed a few ideas in my head for this part.” Mingi states as he lifts up slightly, with one bated breath followed by a moan, the plug he had in himself is tossed to the side. He teases Jongho’s cockhead against his loose pucker and it has them both groaning at the feeling.
Once he lines Jongho up properly and starts to sink down, he starts talking again, this time with his teeth glued shut in focus. “I wondered if I should fuck you into overstimulation, edge you until you’re begging, or cockwarm you until your balls are taut and angry.”
Pushing Jongho inside of himself takes more effort than he’s used to, but once he’s seated properly on Jongho’s lap with his cock sheathed deep inside, he’s able to take in a deep breath.
When he looks at his other Alphas, his vision is crystalized.
Wooyoung looks like he’s about to move from his seat, but once Mingi fixes a harsh glance his way, he settles back into his place. “You move when I tell you to Woo. Don’t make me tell you again, please baby.”
Wooyoung gulps back a whine but obeys, nails digging into the cushions under him.
“We just want to touch you Min..” Seonghwa is the one to speak up.
Mingi makes a show of swirling his hips in a wide circle, pulling out the dirtiest groan from Jongho. “I get that, Hwa. I really do, but right now, I’m testing you.”
He continues to move his hips in circles, grinding Jongho’s cock deep inside of himself. The Alpha has already fallen forward and dropped his forehead on Mingi’s back.
“You all have this mindset that I’m some weaker being, that I can’t take care of my own.” He grimaces for a second, his face twisting not from pain but from sensitivity. “I can be strong while still being your baby. But I don’t need to be babied .”
There is a slight sparkle in his eye and then he smirks a bit. “I mean, if I come to you in need of being babied, then go ahead, but the difference is that I want it, I ask for it.” He lifts up slightly on Jongho and then drops back down, a gasp falling from his lips. “I’m not an Omega. I’m not an Alpha either. I don’t need to be pushed to choose one or the other. I am your Zeta. D-Do you get it now?”
“Yes baby, we get it.” Seonghwa says.
“Good. Now that we got that out of the way, let me reduce our birthday boy to shambles and then I can work on showing you all one by one just how good it is to let go.”
Mingi licks his lips before bracing his hands on Jongho’s spread knees. He lays back, pushing Jongho to relax into the back of the couch before he moves. When he moves, his movements are only seen being made by exotic dancers and professional entertainers.
Collectively, all of the Alphas groan out a ruined “fuck” when Mingi moves. His body moves like he’s a wave crashing against the sand. It’s both elegant and powerful. With each upward lift of his body, Jongho’s cock can be seen sheathed inside of Mingi, dripping with Mingi’s slick and Jongho’s own precome. When he waves his body downward, Jongho’s cock angles and hits hard into Mingi’s prostate.
“Pl-please Min-ah.” Jongho is close to slobbering on the Zeta’s shoulder.
“Please, what?”
“L-let me touch you, fuck, please let Alpha touch you baby.”
“Touch me then.”
Immediately the other Alpha’s switch to the edge of their seats, eyes following Jongho’s hands as they clasp around Mingi. It’s like Jongho has multiple sets of hands because his hands are heavy and all over Mingi’s body. Starved.
He’s either white-knuckled on Mingi’s thighs or tweaking Mingi’s nipples with the almost harshest of pinches and pulls. Mingi is a fit of whines and moans, but other than that he’s still sane. He can feel how quickly Jongho is approaching his end, the way his cock throbs inside of him, and the way his knot begs to be pressed inside of Mingi.
“Force it in.” Mingi grunts, knowing he does not have the strength to push a knot inside of himself. When Jongho does as he’s told, Mingi is whining out a loud expletive, body going static on top of Jongho. Once Jongho’s knot is buried, he releases deep inside of Mingi, arms wrapped around the other and clinging to him.
It takes Mingi a few moments to gather himself, but when he does he slowly sits up in Jongho’s lap, further pushing Jongho’s knot inside of himself and causing the Alpha to growl in sensitivity.
“Come here.” Mingi shoots a look over to Wooyoung and holds out a hand.
Wooyoung moves quickly, landing on his knees in front of Mingi. “Such a precious Alpha.” Mingi says while caressing his cheek. It’s a false sense of sweetness, broken by MIngi’s hand curling behind Wooyoung’s head and grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling him up to smash their lips together.
Wooyoung whines loud into the kiss. Mingi pulls on Wooyoung some more until the other is standing up shakily and then he’s pulled on top of Jongho’s lap as well. From there, Mingi continues to ravish Wooyoung’s mouth, nipping and sucking. He releases Wooyoung from the confines of his pants and boxers, only allowing enough space so he can pull his cock and balls out. Once the other is released, he pulls himself out of his soiled panties and then guides Wooyoung closer until he can wrap a hand around both of their cocks, his other arm curling around the Alpha's waist.
This has Wooyoung hissing into the kiss. “Touch us, Woo.” Wooyoung is nodding at Mingi’s words and he’s dropping his hands forward to clasp around both of their cocks.
They jerk each other off together until Wooyoung feels himself swell. Mingi’s hand drops around Wooyoung’s knot and he squeezes, Wooyoung comes with a shout.
“Min.. let me get Wooyoung.. Okay?” San is the one who speaks up and Mingi allows him to come get the other Alpha.
He finds it humorous as he watches San take Wooyoung away, for he’s walking with a slight discomfort in his step and a wide dark spot on his sweats.
He looks back, over his shoulder. “You good baby?”
Jongho only nods in response, and Mingi feels pride swell in his tummy. “Want to go to sleep?” Jongho nods again. “Okay baby boy.” Mingi smiles and pats his knee.
It takes a little effort to pull off of Jongho, for his knees are shaking and his stomach coils with cramps since he hasn’t orgasmed yet. He’s getting off on the feeling of holding back until it becomes painful.
He looks around for someone, only now realizing that Hongjoong has left. He feels upset by this but knows he’ll have to deal with it later. “Seonghwa, can you take him to bed please?”
“Y-yeah.. We can talk tomorrow, you, Hongjoong and I.”
“Alright. Goodnight.”
He watches as Seonghwa takes Jongho into Wooyoung and San’s room.
He turns his eyes back to the remaining Alphas and smiles widely. “You’ve both been so good. I appreciate that more than you know.” He sits down on the couch, grimacing slightly at the wet fabric. “Let’s go to mine?”
He stands up from the wet couch, slipping off his panties, and grabs both of their hands, guiding them to his room. Once they are in the room, he pushes Yeosang slightly forward. “Sit down for me Sangie, go ahead and take off your clothes as well.”
He turns away from the other, believing that he’ll follow instructions, so he focuses on Yunho.
“You’re so flushed, pup.” Mingi chuckles and brushes Yunho’s hair away from his face.
“Think you can last long enough or do I need to take care of you right now?”
“L-Long enough for what..?” Eyes wide with excitement, but he then shakes his head, “I’ll last, I’ll last.”
Mingi smiles brightly at that and rewards him with a kiss. “Get undressed then and lay down.”
Yunho steps around Mingi and does as told. He strips himself of his clothing and then lays on the bed, head pressed into Mingi’s pillows.
Mingi then steps up to Yeosang and threads his fingers through his hair. “I want you to fuck me, but I need you to hold off on coming. You are not allowed to come until I say so, can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.” Mingi smiles wider and kisses his lips, “Good Alpha.”
He climbs onto the bed and positions himself on all fours above Yunho. “Come and mount me Sanggie. I want you to fuck me down onto Yunho.”
Both of the Alphas groan. Yunho looks up at Mingi with watery eyes and Yeosang makes his way onto the bed, positioning himself behind MIngi.
“Can I?”
“Go ahead.”
From there, Yeosang grabs hard onto Mingi with one hand, fisting himself with the other. He scoots up and then in one fluid push, he’s balls deep inside of Mingi.
They both groan out and when Mingi presses back, Yeosang thrusts hard forward, driving Mingi down. Mingi allows his legs to slip from under himself and then he’s laying in between Yunho’s legs.
Their cocks press together just right, pulling the lewdest of moans from Yunho’s mouth.
Mingi reaches up and curls fingers into Yunho’s hair, slotting their lips together and making his walls clench around Yeosang, giving him the ok.
The moment Yeosang starts fucking out and back into Mingi, it rubs Mingi and Yunho together. Mingi snatches Yunho’s hand and deposits it on his hip. He’s hissing into the kiss the moment Yunho’s nails embed themselves into his skin.
It’s ridiculous how close Yunho actually is, for not even a few more thrusts of Yeosang pushing their cocks together does Mingi feel Yunho throbbing.
Mingi pulls out of the kiss but keeps their lips connected, “You gonna come all over me, bust a knot without even being properly touched?”
Yunho whines, the sound filled with shame and embarrassment. “Answer me, Alpha. Are you going to come all over us both?”
“Y-yes, sorry, I’m sorry.” Yunho whines into Mingi’s mouth and it pulls this wicked smirk to the surface. “Make a mess then, puppy.”
On the next few thrusts Yeosang delivers into Mingi’s depth, Yunho’s squirming and then his knots swells uselessly before spurting copious amounts in between their pressed bodies.
Yeosang continues to fuck into Mingi, slow and calculated thrusts, his own nails digging into Mingi’s hipbones. When Yunho whines this pitiful sound of sensitivity, Mingi lifts up onto his hands.
He lets Yeosang fuck into him for a bit more before he’s making him stop. “Pull out, Sangie.”
Yeosang growls in disapproval at first before he does as told. Mingi makes quick work of guiding Yunho to lay off to the side, and then he’s pulling Yeosang to take his place. Once Yeosang is laid down in the middle of his bed, he crawls a top of the Alpha and straddles him.
They both groan once Mingi guides Yeosang back inside of himself. He lifts Yeosang’s arms and pins them above his head.
“I don’t have it in me to fuck you just yet, but I’ll dominate you in other ways.” Mingi says as he starts riding Yeosang. LIfting and dropping with a snap of his hips, starting off brutal from the start.
“S-Shit Mingi.” Yeosang growls out.
Mingi tightens his hold on Yeosang’s wrists and fucks himself harder on Yeosang’s cock. “I want to thank you for allowing me to be me. I’ve never felt more complete than the day I accepted my Zeta.” Mingi growls slightly and drops his face into Yeosang’s neck. “And for that, I am so thankful. I want to shower you with my gratitude.”
“Fuck, Min-” Yeosang grunts out as Mingi continues to drop his whole weight into each movement. ”If you’re so grateful, bite me. Fuck I wanna feel that so much right now.”
“It’s funny how my teeth have been itching since I’ve accepted myself.” Mingi grunts out as he continues fucking himself. “So, I’ll be glad to bite you. Come on, knot me Alpha.”
Mingi lets go of Yeosang’s hands and they immediately latch onto Mingi’s ass. He grounds his feet into the mattress and pulls Mingi down hard on the next thrust. Immediately his knot pops through and expands. Mingi grinds down, circling his hips around the knot inside himself.
Yeosang’s nails bite into Mingi’s ass, snagging the wet fabrics of his panties as he makes these shallow little thrusts. All at the same time, Mingi's teeth sink into Yeosang's scent gland. In no time, Yeosang is spewing inside of Mingi, and for the first time that night, Mingi, too, is spewing in between their bodies, moving to bite into Yeosang’s collar as well, at the last moment.
He drops down, catching Yeosang off guard and pushing a grunt from both of their lips.
There is a comfortable silence for a long stretch of time. Mingi’s ear is pressed against Yeosang’s chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly switch from insanely fast to a steadier rhythm.
Yeosang is threading fingers through Mingi’s hair and flitting down his broad back. “Min.”
“M’yeah?”
"Your pheromones are really strong.. but Hongjoong didn’t fall for your pheromones like we did.”
Mingi groaned and moved his head until his chin held up his head. “I figured.”
“Don’t be discouraged, it had him for a while. But at some point he snapped out of it. Seonghwa did too right before you called for him.”
“From what you smelt, am I in for it?”
“Yeah.” Yeosang chuckles and shakes his head fondly. “You’re in for it alright.”
Mingi huffs out but shrugs nonetheless. “I will look at this optimistically. It’s deserved. I should always have someone keeping me on my toes, now that I know I can drop you to your knees.” He chuckles.
Yeosang growls and smacks Mingi’s ass. “Don’t laugh, you’re tugging me.”
“Sorry.” He says, even though he doesn't sound apologetic at all.
“Oh yeah, and San-ah? Did you see or smell what happened with him?”
“The moment he saw the way you tugged Wooyoung by his hair, he started squirming, and once Wooyoung came, he was already a panting mess. I think he tore the chair a bit while trying to be good for you." Yeosang supplies. “I think he was in a similar situation like Yunho. So damn turned on that anything tipped him off the edge.”
Mingi tries to not laugh again, but he fails and is rewarded with another smack to his ass.
“Go to sleep, Mingi. I held off for a long time, so this knot is lasting longer, get some rest while we wait.”
“And if I want to go again?”
Yeosang groans and his nails bite into Mingi's ass.
“Good god. I love this new side of you.”