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As he lay in his bed, waiting for sleep to claim him, Namjoon thought to himself, probably for the hundredth time in the last few days, that they’d been completely unprepared for Jungkook’s heat, and it hadn’t even started yet. Jungkook’s preheat had come as scheduled, and they thought they’d been ready. Jin had the birth control prescription filled, they’d gotten plenty of high-protein snacks and a case of water bottles, they’d gotten the laundry finished and pulled out the extra sets of sheets for the pack-sized bed in the Omegas’ room - they’d felt prepared.
What they hadn’t prepared for was how voracious Jungkook’s sexual appetite would become the moment his preheat hit. It wasn’t unusual for an Omega to have a higher libido in preheat - Taehyung was always horny during his - but Jungkook was another thing altogether. Over the last two months, Jungkook had finally felt comfortable enough for penetration, and they all had gotten used to his sexual personality, but the normally shy but adventurous, sometimes-dominant, sometimes-sweet Omega had become something of an insatiable sex machine in the last few days. The whole pack was worn out, and their youngest’s heat was still to come.
The day before, Namjoon had walked into the kitchen to find Jin slumped against the cabinets on the floor, pink hair mussed, skin glistening and flushed, breathing heavily, hands soapy and wet, and pants around his ankles. One side of the sink was filled with sudsy water - Jin must have been washing dishes when Jungkook found him.
“Hyung, are you ok?!” he’d asked, alarmed to find the model in such disarray.
Jin had looked at him wearily and said, “He sucked my life out through my penis.”
Namjoon had stared, unable to decide if he was aroused or terrified.
Jin had picked at his pants and then muttered, “The brat ripped my pants open. Ripped them. I liked these pants. Dammit , Kookie.”
Jin hadn’t been the only one ambushed by the horny Omega. Namjoon himself had been visited during lunch at the office. He’d had to move them into the bathroom to muffle the maknae’s enthusiastic moans, and the whole time Namjoon had worried that MJ would interrupt them at any second to take him to his afternoon meeting with potential sponsors. Afterwards, Jungkook had casually strolled out of his office, smiling contentedly and waving to the approaching MJ, while Namjoon had gasped for air and tried to pull his suit back together.
At least twice now, Namjoon has come into his bedroom in the evening to hear water running and aroused cries in the ensuite bathroom, Jungkook having snuck into Hoseok’s nightly shower. He may or may not have strategically retreated to his hyungs’ room until the coast was clear. He rationalized his behavior with the excuse that he had a lot of work to do the next day, and he needed his sleep. It wasn’t because he was scared of Jungkook’s ferocious libido or anything. Psh.
When asked, Jungkook would admit that he’d never been this horny during his preheat before. He had gotten through his first four heats by himself and a dildo with an inflating knot, but now he was insatiable, and only the real thing would do. Discussing it with the pack’s doctor, their working theory was to blame the “high compatibility” again; Jungkook’s instincts were pushing for a mating bite. Which was the plan, anyway, but the Omega’s instincts didn’t know or particularly care about plans so much as results .
The only one who didn’t seem to be having a problem with Jungkook’s endless hunger for sex was Yoongi. That had surprised Namjoon at first, because the producer was usually so focused on his work and hated to be disturbed, but then it had made sense when Namjoon had considered his hyung’s heightened Alpha instincts. While everyone else got ambushed and pushed down and used like a live dildo, Jungkook went docile under Yoongi’s firm hand. Whenever it looked like the Omega was contemplating another attack, the Alpha would simply scruff the Omega and lead him away to his studio “for a chat.” Namjoon didn’t know what went on during their “chats,” but after some time and some muffled vocalisations that could have been fueled by pain or ecstasy (or both), Jungkook would re-emerge a little sweaty, a little flushed, loose-limbed, and content just to curl up next to someone without threatening molestation. Namjoon would look at Yoongi in awe, and the blond would just shrug and smirk.
Namjoon sighed. Jungkook’s heat should hit tomorrow. God help them.
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Jungkook woke up with his head spinning from fever. Fire raged under his skin, and the sweat that dripped from his naked body to soak the bed did nothing to relieve the heat. He gasped as pain lanced from his tailbone up his spine, making his back arch. His hole ached.
He flung out his hand and jostled the nearest body.
“Noooo,” Tae mumbled. “I already fucked you tonight. Let me sleep!”
Jungkook whined, high and loud, the desperate cry of an Omega for his mates. Taehyung’s head whipped in his direction, eyes wide in the faint moonlight that filtered through the curtains.
“Shit, Kookie! Is it here?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook nodded and said, “I-it hurts, Taetae. Make it stop hurting.”
“Ok, baby, I got you,” the older Omega said, caressing Jungkook’s face reassuringly. Being in the middle of the bed (horny Jungkook had been banished to one end of the giant mattress so the other two could sleep), Taehyung couldn’t reach the lamps on the side tables, so he just lifted up on his knees and pulled the cord for the overhead light. Brightness filled the room, making Jungkook blink in pain, his fever having gifted him with a headache. Jimin groaned on the other end of the bed and pulled a pillow over his head. Taehyung went over and shook Jimin gently.
“Come on, hyung,” he urged. “Wake up.”
The oldest Omega growled and didn’t budge.
“Jiminie, it’s Jungkook. His heat has started.”
The growl tapered off and Jimin’s fluffy blond head emerged from the bedding. “Really?” he asked, sniffing the air. Jungkook whined again, rubbing his thighs together and pushing his hips back against the mattress. Jimin met his teary eyes and said, “Oh, Kookie . Ok, ok, we’ve got you.” The blond wiggled across the bed until he could run his small hands through Jungkook’s hair, pet his cheeks, and softly massage the swollen scent glands on Jungkook’s neck. A burst of pleasure erupted from the glands, arcing through his whole body, and Jungkook cried out. Jimin said to Taehyung, “Yes, it’s definitely started. Go get the hyungs. I’ll stay with him.”
As Tae left, Jungkook shifted restlessly, feeling slick gush from his hole every time he contracted his stomach. “Jiminie-hyung,” he whimpered. “Hurry, I need it - need, it hurts -” He felt like he would die if he didn’t get something in him right now .
Jimin shushed him with a kiss, leaning into Jungkook so that Jungkook’s head fell back onto the bed in submission. Jimin’s hands were gentle as they spread Jungkook’s knees apart, caressing up his inner thighs until nimble fingers reached his hole. Jimin circled his rim, fingers wet with Jungkook’s sweet-smelling slick, and the flesh softened, opening easily for the older Omega. Jimin slid one finger inside, meeting hardly any resistance, and quickly inserted another.
“M-mah, ah!” Jungkook moaned as his hyung worked him open. Jimin’s fingers weren’t very long, but they were skilled, stroking his inner walls and scissoring gently. Jungkook didn’t want it gentle, though; his instincts demanded less foreplay and more breeding. He didn’t want fingers - he wanted a cock, a knot, wanted cum to fill him up to the brim. “I’m ready, please hyung, I need you,” he whimpered, squirming his hips down on Jimin’s fingers.
“Taetae’s going to bring your Alphas, Kookie,” Jimin soothed, slipping in another finger. “I need to make sure the knot won’t hurt you.”
“Won- won’t hurt, please -”
“I know what your instincts are telling you, but trust me, you’ll be glad later that I prepared you.”
“- don’t care, don’t care, don’t care -”
Jimin shut him up with another kiss, easing a fourth finger inside. The stretch felt so good, no pain whatsoever, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. His body pulsed with waves of heat, his bones ached, his sensitive tailbone had him arching his back and digging his hips into the mattress, shoving down on Jimin’s fingers. The fever hazed his mind, and all he could think about was breeding, of getting stuffed full of cock and cum until his belly swelled. The glide of Jimin’s hand was ridiculously smooth from the amount of slick Jungkook produced.
“Kookie, you’re so wet,” Jimin breathed, his plush lips brushing Jungkook’s jaw as he spoke. “You think you can take another? Take my whole fist?”
It wasn’t a knot, but it would have to do. Jungkook nodded fervently and begged, “Yes, please , hyung, please, need more, need it -”
Jimin swirled his thumb in the slick glistening Jungkook’s thighs. The blond gripped Jungkook’s cock and stroked him, perhaps trying to distract the younger Omega from the impossible stretch as the thumb and knuckles of his other hand worked their way inside. Jungkook felt incredible pressure inside and sighed, finally feeling full. Jimin’s deft hand on Jungkook’s cock had the younger man moaning and twitching restlessly, but he was pinned by Jimin’s fist. He clenched down on Jimin’s wrist and panted, “More, hyung, move, wanna feel it more.”
Jimin moaned quietly as Jungkook’s soft inner muscles squeezed him, and gently pumped his fist back and forth, trying to be careful with his dongsaeng. Jungkook writhed as his prostate was grazed by Jimin’s knuckles. Jimin’s other hand pushed down his own pyjama pants in order to pump his cock in time with his thrusting fist. Jimin’s own skin was flushing now, rosy gold and shiny with a light sweat. His full lips darkened with his arousal, and Jungkook felt like he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“Hyung,” he gulped. “Love you, want you, so pretty -”
“ God , Kookie,” Jimin groaned appreciatively, swooping low to kiss along Jungkook’s belly and hips. “You’re so pretty like this, so perfect. Wait ‘til the hyungs see you.”
“Oh, we see him,” Hoseok murmured, stepping up from behind Jimin and moving onto the bed at Jungkook’s left.
“And you, Minnie,” Yoongi growled, climbing up on Jungkook’s right. “Fuck, the both of you are gorgeous.”
A hand smoothed up Jimin’s spine underneath his pyjama shirt, making him jump before he settled at the familiar touch. Jungkook saw Namjoon move into place behind Jimin on the bed, one large hand skating up Jimin’s chest and the other rubbing Jungkook’s twitching ankle. Jimin tilted his head to one side so that the Alpha had access to his neck, and Namjoon said, “Are you getting him ready for us, Minnie? Doing such a good job. Such a good hyung to our maknae.”
Jimin winked down at Jungkook and rolled his body against Namjoon’s, still pumping his cock with one hand and his fist inside the younger Omega. Jungkook knew firsthand how wonderful it felt when Jimin grinded his perfect ass in Jungkook’s lap, so it was no surprise when Namjoon groaned and nipped Jimin’s shoulder, releasing dominant pheromones that filled the air with spice. Jungkook gasped at the smell, and his body went completely limp, only bouncing up the bed slightly with the force of Jimin’s thrusts. His head fell to one side, and he saw Jin and Taehyung intertwined on the settee against the wall. Jin sat between Tae’s legs, eyes fixed on the happenings on the bed, skin flushed prettily in arousal, while Taehyung ran his hands all over the Beta, up his silk shirt to touch his chest, down his arms, circling on his hips, groping along his silk-covered thighs. Taehyung’s eyes were dark as he drank in the sight of Jin in his arms, turning his head and giving Jungkook a heated look from across the room. The fire in Jungkook’s belly upgraded from conflagration to inferno, as his aroused pack’s pheromones created a thick miasma of lust in the room.
Fingers combed through his sweaty hair, and Yoongi rumbled, “Look at him, submitting so beautifully. Such a pretty Omega. Just wanna wreck him.” The Alpha fisted his hair and shook his head slightly. Jungkook whined softly, a breathy exhalation of need.
Yes, yes, wreck me, fuck me, breed me -
“I think you’ve teased long enough, Minnie,” Namjoon growled. The sound sent spikes of pleasure through Jungkook’s core straight to his groin.
“Come here, Jimin,” Hoseok commanded with a dark smile. “Let’s play while the Alphas settle our maknae.”
Jimin ceased his slow body rolls against Namjoon and eased his hand out of Jungkook to join Hoseok to Jungkook’s left, partially blocking his view of Jin and Tae on the settee. The youngest Omega immediately cried when his hole was left empty and gaping, and started begging, “Please, it’s so empty, Alpha, Alpha , fill me up, need it -”
Yoongi’s hand in his hair jerked his head to face forward, and the icy blond kissed him roughly. It was nothing like Jimin’s slow presses and sighs; Yoongi claimed his mouth, nipping his lips to make him gasp and open up, plunging his tongue inside to lick him, tangle with Jungkook’s tongue, coaxing it forth so the Alpha could suck on it, scraping it with his teeth. Jungkook whimpered into the kiss in delight and need, letting Yoongi take control. The bed dipped between his trembling legs, and Namjoon’s broad, warm hands caressed his sides and settled on his hips. The scents of musk and florals intensified briefly as Jimin cried out beside them, but the scents were quickly engulfed by earthy mint and spiced bread.
Yoongi broke the kiss, panting heavily. Namjoon leaned forward so that both Alphas’ faces filled Jungkook’s dazed vision. The pack Alpha cupped Jungkook’s cheek and asked, “Are you still sure you want this now? We don’t have to mate you if you need more time. We’ll help you through your heat no matter what you decide.”
Jungkook blinked to clear his teary eyes. Just for a moment, he forgot the aches and pains, the insatiable fire under his skin, and the desperate need clamoring in his mind. Both Alphas’ expressions were colored with lust, but both looked determined to hold back if that was really what Jungkook wanted. Even with their instincts roaring to mate, Jungkook truly believed that if he told them not to, they wouldn’t mate him. His heart swelled in his chest and he smiled, the action pinching a tear out of one eye to roll down his cheek. “I’m sure, hyung,” he answered. “Mate me.”
Namjoon surged forward to kiss him deeply. The pack Alpha’s strong arms lifted Jungkook’s hips, supporting his weight as he lined up his cock with Jungkook’s winking hole. Just as Namjoon plunged inside, sinking in the Omega all the way to the hilt, Yoongi sucked strongly on Jungkook’s right side scent gland, swollen and tender and oh so sensitive. Jungkook’s first orgasm hit him like a freight train; he screamed in ecstasy, shooting cum so hard it streaked his chest, and clamped down on Namjoon’s shaft.
“ Shit !” Namjoon hissed, his large cock locked in place while Jungkook’s hole fluttered around him. He grinded his hips against Jungkook’s ass, waiting for the Omega’s grip to loosen before setting up a steady pace. With Jimin’s extensive preparation, the Alpha’s movements were smooth, Jungkook open and ready for him.
“Uh, ah !” Jungkook whined. “More! Please, more, faster -”
Namjoon’s hips sped up, every other thrust grazing Jungkook’s prostate. The Omega cried out in pleasure. Yoongi moved his mouth from Jungkook’s neck to his ear, speaking lowly but loud enough for Namjoon to hear. “Such a needy Omega, so greedy for cock. Does Joonie’s cock feel good? Huh?”
Jungkook nodded and sobbed at another hit to his prostate. “Y-yes, f-feels good, so good -”
“Such a good Omega, taking Joonie so well,” Yoongi praised roughly. “Fucks you so well, doesn’t he?” Yoongi and Namjoon’s eyes met, and the pack Alpha moaned a soft “ hyung ” at the dirty talk.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me full -”
“You hear that, Joon?” Yoongi taunted. “Our Omega wants to be full. You gonna fill him up, fuck him full of your cum?”
“Yes, please, please, please -”
“He’s begging so pretty, Alpha . You going to leave him hanging?”
“Fuck, hyung!” Namjoon growled, his hips pistoning in and out rapidly, wet smacking sounds echoing in the room every time the Alpha’s hips hit Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook felt Namjoon’s knot begin to swell and catch on his rim. He chanted encouragement and pleas, pleasure building quickly in his own belly.
“Please, hyung - please, I want it, want your cum - fuck me, mate me -”
The knot swelled, stretching and tugging on his rim, and Namjoon cursed as he shoved it in and out. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine. My Omega. My mate. Mine. ” Namjoon’s hand gripped Jungkook’s jaw, forcing it to the side, and he licked the reddened skin over Jungkook’s scent gland. Jungkook’s cries only got louder and louder as Namjoon forced his knot inside once more, and couldn’t retract it. His insides clenched down on the knot. Namjoon’s hips jerked and he snarled as he came. His teeth settled on the skin over Jungkook’s left scent gland and bit down, hard.
Jungkook’s eyes and mouth opened wide in a silent scream, feeling like his body would shake apart. He was coming, he knew, but the pleasure from his cock was indiscernible from the pleasure in his hole, being pumped full of cum, and all paled in comparison to the euphoria he felt as Namjoon gave him the mating bite. Waves of sensation crashed and boiled in his body; colors burst in his vision. He felt it - the moment the bond locked into place, sealing his soul to Namjoon’s. It was… everything.
Namjoon licked the fresh wound clean of blood and with Yoongi’s help, shifted them both onto their sides so they could rest. Jungkook still felt Namjoon pumping into him, and his inner Omega purred, contentedly daydreaming of pups. Yoongi lay down close behind him, the Alpha’s hips slowly grinding against Jungkook’s ass, and the added pulses of pressure had Namjoon’s knot pushing further in, Namjoon’s cock rubbing against his sensitive prostate.
“Ah! Nnn, hyung ,” he whimpered, unable to wriggle away with Namjoon’s knot holding him in place. The overstimulation was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Yoongi mouthed along his shoulder, nipping and licking the sweaty skin, letting out little growls that had Jungkook’s stomach clenching in anticipation. Namjoon captured his lips in another kiss, stealing his breath. A hand pressed flat along his abdomen, and Yoongi groaned at the slight swelling there.
“Joonie’s filling you up nice and good, isn’t he?” the blond rumbled. “If you weren’t on birth control, he’d have knocked you up for sure. Your belly would be so full of pups. God , I can just imagine it.” Jungkook pictured it, and another little spurt of cum shot from his cock. Yoongi’s erection rubbed high between his cheeks, the glide slippery with slick and precome. The pressure on his tailbone made Jungkook arch, and Namjoon hissed as the Omega clenched and tugged on his knot.
Across the room, Jungkook glimpsed Jin and Taehyung making out on the settee. Jin had lost his silk pyjama shirt, and his broad shoulders looked so good as he held himself over Tae. The other Omega still had his hands all over Jin, as his libido reacted to Jungkook’s heat pheromones. As he watched, Jin grabbed Tae’s wrists and pinned them above his head on the arm of the settee. Next to Jungkook and the Alphas, Hoseok had Jimin similarly pinned underneath him, one of the Beta’s hands around both of their cocks, both of their bodies moving sensually in smooth rolls and grinds. Jimin’s whimpers and moans were breathy and musical. Stuffed full of cock and cum, flanked by Alphas kissing and nipping him, watching the other four members of his pack writhe, Jungkook felt his fever rising again, his need to mate urging him to twist on Namjoon’s knot, test its firmness.
“Ah, Kook ,” Namjoon groaned. “Give it another minute or two. We’re not going anywhere; everyone will get their turn.”
“Poor Omega is impatient,” Yoongi rasped lowly, his voice dripping with lust. “Not satisfied with just one Alpha, no. Wants to be fucked over and over again until everyone’s used his pretty little hole.”
“Ah,” Jungkook panted, “Alpha, please.” His gut burned with need, and his hips bucked, Namjoon’s softening knot still locked inside.
“Careful, Kook-ah,” Namjoon chided, “you’ll hurt yourself. Wait for it to shrink back down all the way.” The Alpha grasped Jungkook’s hips and held him in place, preventing him from rutting or avoiding Yoongi’s grinding hips. Jungkook waited impatiently for the knot to go down, twitching and trembling as the fire within him demanded more, more, more. He whined and licked beggingly at Namjoon’s chin and jaw, hands scrabbling on the Alpha’s strong chest and arms.
A pale hand suddenly reached around to push under his jaw, forcing his head down towards the bed, baring his throat, and Yoongi’s mouth closed strongly on his unmarked right scent gland. The Alpha growled warningly, and Jungkook immediately went limp and pliant, submitting to Yoongi’s will. Pulses of pleasure rippled from the scent gland, and Jungkook shuddered. He didn’t move, couldn’t move, all of his instincts telling him a predator held his life in its jaws. His eyes glazed over, and he didn’t notice when Namjoon’s knot finally shrunk enough to pull out, or the tide of cum that gushed from between his cheeks. Namjoon moved back, and Yoongi removed his mouth.
It took him a moment to regain function of his limbs, but when he did, he immediately fell onto his belly, keeping his chest and head on the mattress while he lifted his hips up in the air. He spread his legs and waited.
Yoongi cursed, “Fuck!”
Namjoon groaned.
Jimin cried out as he orgasmed in Hoseok’s hand.
“Shit!” Hoseok hissed.
“He presented,” Jin breathed in wonder.
“Damn,” Tae said.
Jungkook whined. What was taking so long? He slowly waved his ass back and forth. Fuck meeee…
“Fucking Omega, so fucking beautiful -” Yoongi growled tightly. The bed dipped as the Alpha moved into position behind him. “Perfect, so fucking perfect -”
Jungkook whined again to encourage his would-be mate, living in his instincts, comprehensible words beyond him. Yoongi’s earthy-mint scent surrounded him, a palpable weight on his body that pressed him down and sent him high at the same time. He panted dreamily, waiting for his Alpha to take him. He felt Yoongi’s hands grab his hips roughly, but they were shuddering and tensing. Yoongi growled again, but it felt subdued, like he was trying to control himself. That’s not what Jungkook wanted, though. He wanted Yoongi , all of Yoongi, with his passion and roughness and exquisitely raw beauty.
“Alpha…” he whimpered, pushing back into Yoongi’s crotch, shivering in anticipation at the hard, heavy length he felt there.
“Fuck!” Yoongi sounded strained, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s skin.
“Hyung.” The cautious call came from nearby, and Jungkook placed the voice as Hoseok’s. “Don’t bother holding back. His instincts won’t be satisfied if you half-ass this.”
“You won’t hurt him,” Namjoon added. “If it will make you feel better, I promise to stop you if you do. But I know you won’t.”
Yoongi’s hands flexed, and Jungkook waited. Should he whine again? He burned , he needed his Alpha now -
Suddenly he was yanked backwards and impaled on a large cock. He cried out in ecstasy as he was roughly filled. Yoongi pressed one hand in between Jungkook’s shoulder blades to keep him down, while the other dug into the flesh on his hips. Yoongi growled thunderously and pounded into him, setting a brutal pace right from the start.
Yes! his inner Omega howled. Alpha, yes!
Jungkook clawed at the sheets, searching for something to hold onto, to brace himself with so he could push back, grind his ass on Yoongi’s hips, but all his hands met were sheets and pillows, the headboard just out of reach. Each thrust pushed him up the bed, Yoongi’s cockhead punching into his prostate each and every time. He sobbed in pleasure, unable to do anything but just take it as Yoongi bred his hole.
Muffled thumps against the far wall and the other end of the bed dipping down indicated that Jin and Taehyung had hastily abandoned the settee in order to get closer.
“Damn, hyung,” Taehyung murmured. Yoongi snarled in response, clawing at Jungkook’s lower back and hips, leaving bright red scratches that stung beautifully.
“He’s drooling, look,” Jin said huskily. Jungkook licked his lips and realized he was, in fact, drooling. It just felt so good , so right , so perfect -
“ Uhn , uh, Alpha ,” he begged. “More, more -”
Yoongi fisted his hand in Jungkook’s hair and yanked his head back, never stopping his hips from pounding into the Omega’s ass. “You want more?” he growled as Jungkook gasped, tears springing to his eyes. “I’ll give you more!” One strong arm wrapped around Jungkook’s middle while the other pulled him upright with a hand around his throat. Jungkook now knelt on the bed with Yoongi behind him, and the new angle had the Alpha’s large cock driving even deeper. The hand around his throat applied the slightest pressure, not enough to cut off his air, but more than enough to remind Jungkook exactly who was in charge. Yoongi’s other hand reached up to tug and twist roughly at Jungkook’s pert nipples, making the Omega writhe in his hold.
Yoongi growled threateningly to quell Jungkook’s thrashing, biting and sucking harshly on Jungkook’s shoulders, no doubt leaving marks. Yes, mark me , his inner Omega wailed, mark me as yours. Yoongi’s hips never faltered, driving into him with animalistic passion and hitting his prostate with precision.
Jungkook cried out, begging for Alpha to fuck him harder, deeper, fill him up with cum, fuck him full - Yoongi’s knot swelled rapidly - Jungkook’s orgasm tightened in his belly - “ MINE !” the Alpha roared - Yoongi’s teeth pierced the skin over his right-hand scent gland -
He screamed.
He screamed as Yoongi shoved his knot inside and locked in place. He screamed as he came, hard, shooting white strings of cum all over the sheets and pillows in front of them. He screamed as he felt Yoongi’s hot release flood his insides, and the bond snap in place, twining with Namjoon’s. He screamed as the pleasure and pain from his scent gland made stars burst in his vision. He screamed until he was hoarse and light-headed, until he trembled and swayed, until he heard Hoseok’s voice, “Watch it! He’s gonna pass out!”
I am -?
…
When he came to, Yoongi was no longer inside him, though his insides still felt pleasantly full, and he lay between Jin and Hoseok. Jin sat with his back against the headboard and his long legs outstretched next to Jungkook, combing his fingers through the Omega’s sweaty hair, and Hoseok reclined on his other side, a secure arm tucked around his middle. Head still spinning slightly, he scanned his surroundings, finding Namjoon seated on Jin’s other side with a sleepy Jimin curled in his lap, and beyond Hoseok, Yoongi held Tae in his arms and methodically sucked and bit bruises into his golden skin. Based on the Omega’s wiggling and purring, he was enjoying it immensely.
“Hey, Jungkook,” Namjoon said, smiling with his dimples on full display.
“Back in the land of the living?” Jin said, brushing his bangs off of his forehead.
“Scared us there for a second,” Hoseok nuzzled into his shoulder.
Yoongi snorted, pausing his task of quilting Tae’s skin in purples and blues to say, “I wasn’t that rough.”
Everyone, including the dazed Jungkook, just stared at him until his cheekbones and ears turned pink.
“Ok, fine, maybe a little rougher than usual, but don’t act like I broke him or something.”
Tae patted the Alpha’s shoulder sympathetically and offered his neck and upper chest by way of consolation. Yoongi grumbled but resumed his biting and sucking. The wet, smacking sounds had a trickle of heat pooling in Jungkook’s abdomen and his cock twitching in interest, his libido still in overdrive. Though he was still on his heat, he felt a little more clear-headed, and the fire within had calmed somewhat. Experimentally, he shifted his hips back against Hoseok, and felt the familiar twinge in his spine that said his heat still wanted more.
“Want more already?” Hoseok murmured, his arm squeezing Jungkook’s middle briefly.
“Wait, Hobi,” Jin said, getting up from the bed and returning with a few water bottles. He handed a couple to the Alphas and approached Jungkook with the other. “You need to stay hydrated, Kook-ah.”
Jungkook whined and pouted. He could drink water later. His body was already desperately craving more attention; couldn’t Jin see that?
“Don’t you try that with me, brat,” Jin said. He leaned in to speak softly, eyes locked with Jungkook’s. “Now drink your water like a good boy and hyung will give you a reward.”
Jungkook gulped. His throat was kind of dry, now that he thought about it. A water break wouldn’t kill him. Might be nice, even. Jin smiled as the Omega accepted the water bottle and drank, Jungkook surprising himself by draining it in one go.
“Easy, there,” Hoseok said. “Don’t make yourself sick.”
“Sorry, hyung,” he said meekly. “Can I… have more?”
Jin handed him another bottle and said, “Slowly this time.” Jungkook nodded and sipped obediently, while Hoseok lightly stroked his stomach. It tickled a little, and he was still hard, but he did his best to hold still and drink the whole bottle down. Once the last drop slipped down his hoarse throat, he handed the empty bottle back to Jin, who smiled at him sweetly. The scent of bitter chocolate grew more prominent, and Jungkook licked his lips absentmindedly.
“Good boy,” Jin said lowly. “You ready for your reward?” His brown eyes gleamed in the light, and Jungkook felt excitement tingle in his spine. Jungkook nodded again and said, “Yes, hyung.”
“So polite,” Tae commented, and Jungkook stuck his tongue out in the Omega’s direction. Hoseok swooped in and sucked on his outstretched tongue, drawing him into a kiss, slow but passionate, a nice change of pace from the Alphas.
“Hyung and I want to take you together,” Hoseok murmured against his lips, dark eyes regarding him with fondness and lust. “Are you ok with that, Kookie?”
Jungkook’s stomach leaped, and he nodded vigorously, making the Beta chuckle.
“Good,” Hoseok replied. “Let’s get you settled, then.”
Jin resumed his place from before, leaning back against the headboard with his legs outstretched. He’d shed his silken pyjama pants at some point, and was gloriously naked. Jungkook found himself in the oldest’s lap, knees on either side of Jin’s hips and hands resting on those wonderful broad shoulders. He felt Hoseok move up behind him, and the Beta’s musky scent washed over him, mixing with Jin’s chocolate, making him relax and burn all at the same time.
“Hyung first,” Hoseok whispered against his ear, and Jungkook shivered. Hoseok guided Jungkook with hands on his hips, Jin holding his stiff cock away from his abdomen to get the right angle. Jungkook sighed in contentment as he easily slid down the Beta’s cock, still stretched from Jimin’s fist and the Alphas’ knots. There was a wet, squelchy sound that at once embarrassed and delighted Jungkook, as the cum still inside him mixed with his slick and wet the path for Jin’s cock. Jungkook moaned softly, echoed by Jin, and he let himself collapse forward onto Jin’s chest with a gentle push from Hoseok. Jin grinded against him in slow circles, clearly holding back - for now.
“Hyung, can you hold him open?” Hoseok groaned and his musky scent thickened as he took in the sight of Jin’s cock disappearing into Jungkook’s wet and dribbling hole. “Deep breath and let it out, Kookie,” he warned, before pushing the head of his cock to Jungkook’s rim alongside Jin’s shaft. Jungkook did his best to obey, but his breath stuttered as he felt the delicious stretch and pressure at his entrance. All three of them moaned when Hoseok’s cockhead finally slipped past Jungkook’s rim and pressed against Jin’s cock. Jungkook clenched experimentally, his eyes rolling back at the wonderful full feeling in his ass.
“Shit, Kookie,” Hoseok hissed.
Jungkook caught Jin utter an almost-silent “ fuck !”
The Betas took a moment to get themselves under control, and Jungkook waited with dwindling patience. He was already stretched; he wanted them to move already. After what he felt was a suitable amount of time, he swirled his hips in a small circle, grinding on their cocks. Both Betas exhaled sharply like they’d been punched, wrapping strong hands around his waist and hips to hold him in place. Hoseok cursed, and Jin gazed at Jungkook hotly. “Behave, baby,” he warned.
“But hyung …” he whined, and Namjoon laughed next to them.
“No ‘but’s,” Jin said, holding Jungkook’s jaw in place so they made eye contact. Jungkook shivered at the little show of dominance. “Or you won’t get your reward.”
Jungkook whined softly. He did his best to hold still, but he couldn’t , the fire inside was too strong, he needed the Betas to move already - “Please, please hyung,” he begged.
“Here, baby,” Jin said, sliding his thumb up Jungkook’s chin until it entered the Omega’s mouth. Jungkook licked and suckled the digit obediently, staring back at Jin from under his eyelashes. Jin’s scent surged, and his pupils dilated. “Good boy.”
“Ready, hyung?” Hoseok asked. At Jin’s nod, Hoseok pulled out slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside, and then shoved it all back in with a snap of his hips. Jungkook moaned and sucked harder on Jin’s thumb. Jin copied Hoseok’s movement, pulling his hips back deliciously slow, and then rocking up with a sharp jerk that made Jungkook gasp. They fell into a rhythm, alternating back and forth, that kept at least one cock inside Jungkook at all times. Sloppy as his hole was, the friction was still enough to stoke the fires in his hips and back. He gasped around Jin’s thumb, the digit stroking his tongue, and the lack of suction made his spit drip down his chin.
“How are you still so tight, Kookie?” Hoseok panted into his hair, nosing along his nape and mouthing at his shoulders. Jungkook would have gone completely limp with the Beta’s mouth at his neck, but Jin kept his head upright, supporting his jaw with the rest of his fingers while his thumb gently thrust in and out of the Omega’s mouth. “Damn, you feel good,” Hoseok hissed. “Been wanting to do this since the first time you slept with us, back during Jimin n’ Tae’s heat.”
“Always looked so sweet, didn’t he, Hobi?” Jin murmured, his glittering dark eyes drinking in Jungkook’s expressions. The Beta’s eyes lingered on Jungkook’s spit-slick mouth, and Jin’s tongue darted out to lick at the Omega’s shiny lips. He gave a particularly sharp thrust that had Jungkook crying out into his mouth. Jungkook clenched in pleasure, and both Betas groaned.
“H-hyung,” Hoseok stuttered, “not gonna last - go faster.” The dancer’s hips accelerated, and Jin did his best to keep up. Jin had to use both hands to brace himself, so he nipped at Jungkook’s lips, met his eyes in a hot stare, and ordered, “Keep your chin up, baby. I wanna see everything .”
Jungkook could only respond with gasps and whimpers that grew increasingly louder and more desperate. Their cocks pistoned in and out of him, exerting constant pressure on his prostate, rubbing his insides and making his walls contract erratically in pleasure. Soon, Hoseok outpaced Jin, losing the rhythm as he jackhammered at a pace only an athlete could sustain. The friction must have felt good to Jin, too, because his thrusts became more sporadic and his gorgeous face scrunched in pleasure.
“Hobi- ah ,” Jin gasped. “So good - don’t stop!”
“Nn!” Hobi grunted. “Hyuh - hyung - Kookie!”
Jungkook bucked and sobbed, begging incoherently for the Betas to fuck him, mate him, go faster, fill him up -
Jin grabbed his shoulders and lunged forward, latching onto the wound on Jungkook’s left-hand scent gland, just as Hoseok fit his teeth into the bloody imprints over Jungkook’s right-hand scent gland -
They groaned, and came, and bit down hard -
And Jungkook saw white. He writhed helplessly, pinned by the Betas’ strong holds, and cried out hoarsely. His cock, wedged against Jin’s stomach, ejaculated weakly, while pleasure lanced up his spine, rippled through his core, and washed like a hot tide through his limbs. Two new cords wove through the bond he felt, linking him to the Betas as he’d already joined with the Alphas. The bond felt stronger now, less of a thread and more of a braided rope.
Jin and Hoseok being Betas, they were able to pull out after only a minute spent recuperating, and Jungkook groaned as he felt the cum pour out of him, splattering on Jin’s legs underneath him before he could clench and hold the rest in. Hoseok carefully laid Jungkook down to rest, his body still twitching from his orgasm. Through his bliss, his heat appeased for the moment, the Omega watched Namjoon nuzzle Jimin awake. The small blond blinked and frowned sleepily, but didn’t growl, his instincts no doubt warning him of who was waking him up.
“Minnie,” Namjoon said gently, his deep voice like rough velvet. “It’s your turn next. Do you want to let Tae play, too?”
Jimin’s eyes fell on Jungkook, and they widened. Jungkook briefly wondered what he must look like, but the bliss of his orgasm and the lingering haze of his now-weakened fever brushed away any concerns for his appearance. Jimin looked so soft, curled up in Namjoon’s arms. His smooth golden skin looked so… biteable. As Jimin grew more awake, his eyes sharpened and heated, and there was a flash of pink as he licked his full lips.
“Taetae?” Jimin asked, keeping his hungry eyes on Jungkook. Jungkook licked his own lips in response and his arousal stirred, his orgasmic respite dwindling. When they had sex, Jimin and he frequently wrestled for dominance first (usually Taehyung was content to go with the flow, so long as he got some). There was this unique feeling of deviant pleasure, dominating another of the same gender, just as there was this wicked delight in being dominated by another Omega. Jungkook wondered who would win if they tussled now, and then realized he was equally turned on by either outcome.
“Yeah, Jiminie?” Tae breathed brokenly. Jungkook turned so he could see the other Omega, and found him sprawled on the bed next to him, looking half-asleep as he smiled. Yoongi sat on his other side and petted Taehyung’s hair. The Omega’s body was a road-map of bruises and bites.
“Wanna play?” Jimin asked. “You just came. Do you want to wait?” Taehyung wiggled, and Jungkook glimpsed the pale wetness between his thighs, and the white puddle of cum on the bed between them. Apparently Yoongi had gone round two with Tae while Jungkook and the Betas were together.
“Mmm…” Taehyung hummed, and stretched languidly. “Wanna play, but don’t wanna fuck. One of you fuck me.”
Jungkook looked back at Jimin and swallowed. “What’ll it be, hyung?” he rasped, feeling a new surge of energy at the challenge the blond presented. Jimin climbed off of Namjoon’s lap, and Jungkook lifted off the bed, facing the older Omega head on. Namjoon and Yoongi backed off to the ends of the bed to give them room, and the Betas, returning from cleaning up in the bathroom, hummed excitedly as they took up positions on either side.
“God, I love it when they do this,” Jin whispered eagerly.
“So hot,” Yoongi and Hoseok said at the same time. They turned to one another and smiled before looking back at the Omegas.
Jungkook waited on his knees, conserving his strength, and as usual, Jimin was the first to move, lunging forward with a little growl, hands outstretched to grab Jungkook’s shoulders with the intention of pinning him on his back. Jungkook grasped Jimin by one of his outstretched arms and pulled, twisting his body so Jimin flew past him and landed on his front with an “oof!” Jungkook fell forward, ready to press Jimin down into the bed and force his surrender, but Jimin quickly rolled away out of his reach, and Jungkook landed on his hands and knees instead. Jimin’s hand shot out to grab Jungkook’s wrist and pulled, trying to get the younger Omega off-balance, and Jungkook wobbled before he could brace his knees better on the bed. Jimin surged forward, flinging his arm around Jungkook’s lowered head, hooking his elbow around the younger man’s neck, and threw his weight to Jungkook’s off-balance side. Jungkook went down, but he twisted as he fell so that he landed on his back instead of his front. Jimin came down on top of him, and Jungkook took the opportunity to land a sharp bite to the oldest Omega’s neck. He growled playfully, and Jimin growled back, not yet giving up. Despite Jungkook wiggling his lower body to try and get it out from under Jimin, the dancer responded by wrapping his muscular thighs around Jungkook’s flailing legs. Jimin placed his hands on Jungkook’s chest and pushed , and suddenly Jungkook’s body remembered that it was in heat, that it was tired, that it was needy, and that being dominated sounded really, really good right now. He gasped as the air was knocked out of his lungs, freeing Jimin’s neck from his hold, and his exhausted body trembled. Jimin immediately swooped in and locked his teeth over Jungkook’s throat, growling softly, and the younger Omega went limp in submission. Jimin held his throat for a few more seconds to ensure his win, before releasing his dongsaeng and licking at the skin to soothe it. Jimin let out little growls in victory, and Jungkook smiled happily.
“So what did you decide, Minnie?” Namjoon asked, sliding closer now that the battle had been decided.
“Kookie fucks Tae,” Jimin said, words interspersed with cute growls as he continued to lave Jungkook’s skin with his tongue. “I fuck Kookie.”
“Oooooh,” Taehyung said. “I like it.” The redhead lay back, spread his legs, and made grabby hands at Jungkook. “C’mere, Kookie.” Jimin backed up so Jungkook could rise and crawl over to Taehyung, settling between the model’s legs. Taehyung wrapped his long arms around Jungkook’s shoulders and brought him down for a lazy kiss. Jimin scooted up behind him, and placed a warm hand on Jungkook’s lower back. Jungkook smoothed a hand down Tae’s chest and stomach, grazed his half-hard shaft, and slid a gentle finger between his cheeks to massage his hole. The entrance felt pretty soft, and wet from slick and cum. Tae rolled his body against Jungkook’s, a sigh slipping past his soft lips. The youngest lifted his hips slightly, lined up his cock, and pushed in.
“Mm-ah,” Tae hummed, and Jungkook licked along the older Omega’s jaw in affection. Having been knotted recently by Yoongi, Tae was looser than normal, but still decently tight, and he felt so good around Jungkook’s cock, all warm and wet and soft. Jungkook felt his fever rise again with his arousal, and experimentally rocked his hips a few times, stoking the flames within.
“Feel so good, hyung,” he said, mouthing at Taehyung’s neck, nuzzling his scent gland to provoke a burst of sweet tartness like strawberries.
“You feel good, too,” Tae responded with a deep hum.
“Ready for me, Kookie?” Jimin asked, pushing down with the hand on Jungkook’s lower back. Jungkook instinctively arched his back and pushed up his ass, making sure to keep himself inside Taehyung at the same time.
“Ready, hyung.”
Jungkook felt Jimin thumb at his hole, prodding and massaging the abused tissue with a happy hum. The thumb retreated, replaced by a warm cockhead, and Jimin slid inside easily, Jungkook loosened by their hyungs. The oldest Omega groaned softly as he bottomed out, holding Jungkook’s hips to steady himself. Jungkook felt overwhelmed for a second, his hard, previously-neglected cock inside Taehyung, and Jimin’s short but wide cock in his overstimulated ass. Just like he had, Jimin rocked a few times, grinding his hips against Jungkook.
“We’ll start slow, ok?” Jimin murmured in his ear, nipping Jungkook’s earlobe. Jungkook shivered in pleasure and nodded, letting Jimin take control. As promised, Jimin pulled back slowly, letting Jungkook feel every ridge and bump, and thrusted back in just as slowly, pushing Jungkook’s hips forward so that the youngest plunged further into Taehyung. All three of them sighed at the sensation. Jungkook secretly loved it when the three of them had sex like this, all soft and gentle and slow, building the pleasure gradually, taking their time with each others’ bodies. His instincts, still wound up by his heat, urged him to go faster, rougher, harder, but he held himself in check, determined to enjoy the current pace for as long as possible.
He kissed Taehyung, licking into his mouth and sucking sweetly on his tongue and lips. Tae moaned softly and returned the kiss, placing his hands on the sides of Jungkook’s face so he could hold him close and steer the kiss. Jungkook felt Jimin kiss along his shoulders and upper back, even as he kept their hips moving back and forth steadily. Jungkook felt that strangely wonderful feeling he always got when submitting to either of his Omega hyungs - his instincts couldn’t decide if they were upset to be dominated by another submissive, or aroused, as if being below an Omega enhanced his own submissiveness. It was a delicious tension that he enjoyed flirting with, one he never could have imagined before meeting the pack.
“Jiminie-hyung,” he breathed, “bite me?”
Jimin responded by biting the back of Jungkook’s neck, right where a scruff-hold would be made. Jungkook cried out softly as an electric pulse shot down his spine, bowing his back and making his cock twitch inside Taehyung.
“Oh,” Taehyung murmured lowly, shifting his hips. “He liked that. Do it again, hyung.”
Jimin bit him again, a quick press of teeth and a sharp nip, and Jungkook gasped, the slowly coiling tension in his core jumping tighter for a second. His head fell limply next to Taehyung’s, his forehead on the pillow and his open lips pressed to the older Omega’s golden skin. Taehyung exhaled deeply as Jungkook’s cock jumped within him, petting his hand through the youngest’s hair.
“You like that, Kookie?” Jimin asked, taking a break from thrusting in order to grind against Jungkook’s ass. “Does it make you feel good, an Omega at your neck?” His sweet floral scent grew more prominent, filling the air around them.
Jungkook whined softly in reply, and Jimin giggled. The oldest pressed his hand at the base of Jungkook’s neck, and the youngest curled his head further down in obedience. “That’s a good baby Omega,” he crooned. “Submitting so sweetly.” He resumed his thrusts, making them more sharp and less lingering.
“Ah!” Jungkook moaned into Taehyung smooth, strawberry-scented skin, his own hips punching forward now, building friction against Tae’s inner walls. Taehyung stopped petting his hair and fisted it lightly, making Jungkook’s scalp tingle and his neck go loose. “So good for your hyungs,” Tae panted lowly into Jungkook’s ear, and the youngest broke out in goosebumps, shivering in delight.
He felt Jimin lean over him even more, pressing his weight down on Jungkook, the soft crush euphoric. “So tough to the outside world, but we know better, don’t we, Tae?”
“Yeah, we do.”
“Baby Kookie,” Jimin sang. “Just wants to present for his hyungs.” The blond gradually increased the pace of their thrusts, the bed bouncing with the motion. Jungkook groaned, feeling his arousal and pleasure mount between his hyungs’ bodies and their words. Their three scents swirled together in a heady perfume.
“You were so cute when you presented for Alpha,” Tae murmured, his mouth close enough that his soft lips brushed Jungkook’s ear. “Our tough Kookie, with his ass in the air and legs spread so pretty.”
“Ngh- nn - ah- hyungs!” Jungkook whimpered.
“That’s right,” Jimin panted, “beg for it. Let everyone hear how much you love being dominated.” Taehyung used the fist in his hair to raise his chin and lick at his exposed throat, teeth scraping over the fragile flesh. His prey instincts cried danger! , his mating instincts cried more! , and his brain went blank with pleasure. He felt small, and precious, and deliciously used.
“Please,” he whimpered, the friction on his cock and in his ass making his body tremble and buck. “Please, ah , pleasepleaseplease -”
Jimin grunted and sped up even more, driving Jungkook into Taehyung, who in turn canted his hips up and began lifting to meet Jungkook’s thrusts. The mental and physical pleasure had tears glossing his eyes. He moaned as Taehyung pulled his head back down for another kiss, sloppier than the first, and he let the older Omega claim his mouth with a blissful whimper.
“Taetae- unh ! I’m close,” Jimin gasped, his fingers sinking into Jungkook’s skin at his neck and hips. Taehyung groaned in acknowledgement, and broke free from the kiss, licking and nipping at Jungkook’s jaw. Jungkook flushed hot and shuddered as he rocketed to the edge.
“C’mon, Kookie,” Tae encouraged, his soft dark eyes capturing Jungkook’s tearful gaze. “You first this time. Come for your hyungs.” The redhead clenched down on him tightly, and Jimin hit his prostate, and Jungkook wailed as he came, warmth and pleasure flooding his body. Jimin continued to thrust, and between the two of them, they milked Jungkook’s orgasm until he was a trembling mess. It wasn’t long after that that Tae came, spilling onto his and Jungkook’s bellies, and biting down on his left-hand scent gland, followed quickly by Jimin, who fit his teeth into the bite on his right-hand scent gland as he came. Jungkook felt a pulse of heat, not the painful kind he associated with his heats, but a soft, strong, all-encompassing heat that warmed his soul. Two more threads wove into the bond, and in his mind’s eye, the braided bond glowed gold, finally complete.
The stack of Omegas devolved into a cuddle-pile, all three of them purring blissfully. Jungkook’s skin felt cool, his fever undetectable, and he snuggled into his fellow Omegas’ bodies. He was sleepily aware of Jin having a quiet freak-out that all the Omegas were purring at the same time, and Hoseok shushing him. Their faint scents of musk and bitter chocolates wafted over the pile, and the bed quaked as they moved to bracket the Omegas. The Alphas must have done so as well, because the minty-earthy of Yoongi’s scent and the spiced-baked-goods of Namjoon’s scent washed over them all, and the bed fell still. He was surrounded by the six other men of the pack, of his pack. His mates. His lovers.
Dawn broke, flooding the morning sky with brilliant pinks, oranges, and reds that peeked around the curtains to dance on the walls. He purred in contentment, and slept.