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Han Yoojin woke up full, with his belly round to bursting in his eighth month of pregnancy and his hole stuffed full of Song Taewon's cock.
"Wh—" Han Yoojin began, before the word choked off at a world-shattering thrust that rocked directly against his prostate.
He wasn't quite sure what he'd been about to ask. Not what's going on, because that was plenty obvious even in his sleep-muddled state. He could smell his own uneasy pheromones saturating the room, Sung Hyunjae's spicy-sharp scent and Song Taewon's crispness twining around them like a calming storm.
He'd been having another rough night, it seemed—probably tossing and turning in his sleep, unable to settle still until Sung Hyunjae and Song Taewon took matters into their own hands. It had been happening more and more often as childbirth approached. The only thing that seemed to help was the grounding touch of his two alphas.
"Shhh," Sung Hyunjae murmured from in front of him, one hand coming up to stroke Han Yoojin's cheek. His other hand rubbed over Han Yoojin's belly, soothing and possessive. "Relax, Yoojin-ah. Doesn't our Taewon-ssi feel good? You can go back to sleep, if you'd like, and just let us take care of you."
Han Yoojin wanted to scoff; that last was said with a faint smirk, as if there was any chance in hell of it actually happening. As if he could sleep with Song Taewon filling him like this, and the thick promise of Sung Hyunjae's cock in his vision waiting to fill him again after. Instead, all he could do was make another choked sound as Song Taewon's fingers closed over one of his nipples while he fucked into Yoojin from behind. Yoojin's chest was tender and sore and it felt so good that he had to squirm on Song Taewon's cock, trying to somehow break away from the pull and lean into it at the same time.
He didn't know why Song Taewon seemed so fascinated by his chest these days. Even this far pregnant, Han Yoojin's chest had nothing on his.
Sung Hyunjae chuckled and let his hand trail down from Yoojin's face to tweak his other nipple. He ducked down, rubbing his mouth over where Song Taewon was tugging, letting his tongue lap around that relentless grip. Yoojin could feel the slick touch of it, and the friction of Song's Taewon's newly wet fingers. It made him shudder beneath the hold of the two S-Ranks, already on the verge of coming.
There was another tug of Song Taewon's fingers, a clever twist of Sung Hyunjae's on the other side of his chest, and Yoojin whimpered beneath the implacable assault. His orgasm was quickly building within him as he rocked into their fingers, then back onto Song Taewon's cock—the first of many that morning, he knew, until his pheromones had settled down.
"Don't worry, Yoojin-ah," Song Taewon said gruffly from behind him, as if he could read Yoojin's mind. "You can come as many times as you need."
Sung Hyunjae hummed in agreement, a lazy smile curling around the edges of his mouth. He leaned in to brush his mouth against the curve of Yoojin's ear as his fingers continued to work at Yoojin's chest. "After all," he promised. "When Taewon-ssi is done, I'll simply pick up where he left off."