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Jungkook's hands can't stop trembling. Ever since he has got into the car and Seokjin has started the ignition, he hasn't been able to breathe properly. His heart booms inside his ribcage, loud, so loud, so loud, so loud. He feels it under his skull, feels it in his throat, feels it in his belly, where the pain of his heat is slowly rising up again.
His heat isn't what makes him sweat on the leather of the backseat, though. It's the rumbling sound of the motor, the far away hum of the traffic, the honks and the abrupt stops Seokjin makes. Slowly but surely, they are getting closer to their destination and Jungkook is terrified.
No matter how many times Yoongi has reassured him that the piercing would be quick and painless, Jungkook isn't able to calm down. He wouldn't dare saying this out loud but he doesn't trust him. They have known each other for less than four days but Jungkook has seen the clear satisfaction in his eyes when Jungkook cries, begs and squirms under him. He revels in his helplessness. He must be delighted by the thought of being the one to put the last claim on Jungkook.
He startles when his sweatpants are pulled down and wet wipes are slid between his legs.
"You're already leaking ?" Hoseok asks, sat on the backseat as well. He spreads his asscheeks and rubs at his sensitive hole, making Jungkook shudder and squirm. He barely holds back a moan when Hoseok pushes the wipes inside and brutally tugs them out. He is still gaping a little from the knot he took two hours ago but when a finger teases its way past his rim, he instinctively clenches as hard as he can. Needs to be good- needs to please-
"Gods, I can still smell Namjoon's cum in him," Hoseok comments and the mention of his Alpha makes Jungkook's freshly bitten neck throb. Without thinking, he bares it to the air, even if Alpha isn't here to look at it and nibble it. He is at work, far from him, having left him alone with two of his betas.
Jungkook feels a pang in his chest and fear coils tighter in his belly. Maybe, if Alpha was with him in the car, accompanying him to be pierced, Jungkook wouldn't be trembling so hard. Why has he let him slide out of him, this morning ? He should have begged to be knotted again, should have enticed him to stay in bed with him, should have smelled too good to be left behind.
He can't help a whimper when Hoseok's finger brushes his swollen prostate. "With how thoroughly we washed him, I thought it'd be alright."
Jungkook shouldn't have let them wash Alpha's cum out of him- He shouldn't-
Seokjin sighs from his place on the driving seat. "Not so surprising, alphas need to make the claim last. It can't be washed away so easily."
"Do you think Yoongi will accept it ? It's against his rules and he sounds strict about it. I can't remember how many omegas he's rejected because their hole was still drooling with their alpha's cum."
"It'll be alright, he won't complain about his Pack Alpha's cum. It's not even flowing out of the hole, is it ?"
Hoseok pushes another finger inside and Jungkook quivers with need, despite the dread he gets at the mention of Yoongi. "No, it's just slick." He slides out and audibly tastes it. "There's a hint of Namjoon, though."
"What do you want us to do ?" Seokjin heaves. "If he rejects us, we'll find another parlor. Jungkook needs to get pierced before his heat ends."
Jungkook's whimpers are stuck in his throat, his hole clenched tight when Hoseok tries to push two fingers inside. He doesn't want to be pierced, he doesn't want to hurt-
Hoseok huffs. "Relax your hole for me, pup. Let hyung in."
Jungkook tries his best to obey but it's just enough for Hoseok to force his thin forefinger in. He wriggles it around but the walls don't ease up. Jungkook hiccups, warm tears slowly sliding down his face while he buries his nose into the leather of the seat. He aches to curl up small and forget about their destination but Hoseok's hands are on him, preventing him from folding his body in half.
"Hey pup, what is getting you so stressed out ?" Hoseok slowly slides his sweatpants down his trembling thighs - no boxers, because boxers would be one too many layer separating Jungkook from his Alpha and his pack. He needs to be available for them. Needs to be easy to take.
Hoseok's warm hand caresses his leg, trying to soothe him down. "What's happening, pup ? Yoongi is pack-mate, he will take good care of you." Another finger pushes into his clenched hole and Jungkook's hips uncontrollably jerk. "He has knotted you so well that you never noticed when Pack Alpha would leave the bedroom. He made you bounce on it and beg for more. He satisfied every one of your needs, didn't he ?"
Jungkook buries his nose deeper into the leather, biting on his tongue to hold back his whimpers. He doesn't want to be pierced, he wants his Pack Alpha, with him, holding him close, knotting him full, keeping his vulnerable cock safe and away from a needle.
"Pup, answer me. Haven't you liked how he's treated you ?"
Jungkook whimpers again, not daring to say a word. Aside from Jimin that he knew from his childhood, he has known his Alpha's pack-mates for no more than four days. Four days of heat where he hasn't left the bed, feverishly taking their cocks one after the other, unable to speak with more than whines and moans.
"Pup," Hoseok calls.
Jungkook tries not to move anymore but his whole body jolts when Hoseok slides a hand under his loose shirt and pinches a nipple. He can't help a hiccup as Hoseok doesn't let go of the bud, rolling it between two fingers. It's so sensitive- it has always been so sensitive-
"You'll feel better once you've come, won't you ?"
Jungkook shudders at those words and Hoseok takes advantage of his distraction to push a third finger into his hole.
Jungkook gasps and his rim clenches, wetness squishing around Hoseok. He pants against the seat, saliva drooling on the leather. He barely can think anymore. With his ass filled, the warmth in his belly is burning off his thoughts. He just needs- he needs something- he needs more-
He mindlessly reaches a hand down his body, trying to paw at his cock but Hoseok bats it off. "No touching, pup." He curls his fingers against his prostate and Jungkook jolts. His cock throbs inside its cage, aching to get hard and finally release the tension of his heat. It needs- It needs so much- Jungkook needs to touch it- Just to feel it under his hand- Keep it safe-
Yes-
yes-
Keep it safe-
The thought swirls inside his mind and the fear is back, piercing through his belly the same way a needle will pierce through his cock.
His eyes well up with more tears as he claws at Hoseok's large hand, whining his distress. He gives erratic thrusts forward but Hoseok is acting as a barrier between Jungkook and himself, his hold tight on his omega parts.
"Calm down, pup. You know that it won't get you anywhere."
And Jungkook knows- Jungkook knows that he isn't allowed to even graze the cage but he can't help it. No matter how many times he has been told to ignore it and to focus on his little hole, he can't forget about it. It's as precious as his hole for him, even if neither alphas nor betas find use of it.
He tries to remind himself of how lucky he is that they didn't straight out cut it off like some packs do but it feels dull. They intend to harm it as well and Jungkook- Jungkook should accept it- shouldn't even have an opinion on it- but he doesn't want it to hurt-
He doesn't want-
A honk makes him jump. A few more follow, exasperation souring the air of the car and Hoseok lets out a chuckle, "Calm down, hyung, it won't make it go faster."
"I know it won't," Seokjin hisses. "I'm just mad we're fucking stuck in the traffic jam today out of all days. Should've left home with Yoongi at 6."
Hoseok's fingers curl into his prostate and Jungkook can't bite back a feeble moan. "Someone was busy getting knotted at 6."
"I know."
He hits the steering wheel a few more times, provoking series of honks from the cars around.
Hoseok snickers. "Want me to finger your little hole too, hyung ?"
"Fuck off."
Hoseok's laughters fill the car, his hand letting go of Jungkook's crotch to pinch Seokjin who groans some more.
Jungkook takes the opportunity to cup himself. The hard silicon of the cage prevents him from truly touching but he feels settled, protected. In a way, the cage works like a second protection as it keeps it hidden from view. Aside from a few holes at the base to keep it aired out and the peehole at the tip, it's closed and opaque.
He can't help but give it a regretful caress while his cock uselessly twitches and the familiar pain of restraint makes him pout.
It has been a month since he has been locked by his Alpha but he still struggles to get used to it. When Jimin has wanted to introduce him to his Pack Alpha, Jungkook has left the rural parts of Busan with his head full of beliefs. All of his life, he had heard of Seoul as a city of depravity where traditional values and customs were forgotten and where male omegas could walk around the streets with nothing more than the mating bite on their neck, even allowed to take others to bed and use their cocks on them.
Along this month, though, Jungkook has learnt that Seoul's packs haven't forgotten the fundamental values of their society. As soon as they have met for their first date in the private room of a luxurious restaurant, Namjoon has made him pull down his pants to his mid-thighs and display his small omega cock and balls. Then, he has tucked them into several cages until he has found one tight enough to keep him in check but loose enough not to hurt when he is soft. Jungkook had done his best not to squirm at the strange sensation of restraint ; he was used to keeping control over his cock - used to getting it pinched and slapped back into softness - but he had never had to wear a cage before. It has sat heavy between his legs, present enough that he can never forget that an alpha has put his first claim on him.
He flinches when his thigh is given a smack. "Hand off, pup."
He looks at Hoseok with pleading eyes but it does nothing. Hoseok pries his fingers off before replacing his gentle hold with a firm grip. "It'll stop bothering you if you leave it alone."
His poor cock protests in its cage but before Jungkook can beg some more, Hoseok starts rubbing at his prostate. Three fingers deep in his tight hole, Jungkook can do nothing but take it, squirming and gasping as pleasure bubbles in his belly. His hips jerk as his rim clenches harder.
He tries to muffle his plaintive moans by burying his face into the seat but it's useless ; his whimpers fill the car as thickly as the scent of his slick. In one last attempt, he hikes both hands up and presses them on his mouth, leaving the rest of his body completely unguarded.
Hoseok lands another smack on his thigh and Jungkook sobs, imagining his chastising pup, control yourself when Jungkook can't control himself. He wants it, he wants it, he wants it- Hoseok remains silent, though, but rubs his prostate with more intent. Jungkook's hole spasms, crying more slick.
His leg kicks when a particularly sharp jolt runs down his spine and tiny tears bead at the corner of his eyes again, orgasm swelling in his belly, bigger, warmer, sharper. He can't help himself when his hips buck down and he starts rutting on the leather. It's cold under his bare balls- could be cold under his hard cock-
The thought makes him moan louder and he envisions himself cumming with three fingers in his ass and a hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, stroking it to completion. The muted pain of his restraint goes forgiven and all Jungkook can think of is his cock, his cock, his cock-
He ruts harder, faster, chasing a release he can't achieve. Another smack hits his skin but it only pushes him farther into his senseless urges. In the blurriness of his mind, he hears far away honks, voices and chuckles but he can't care anymore.
His hole is slicked and spasming while his cock remains painful in its cage. Frustration claws inside his belly while he ruts, ruts, ruts. He spends a long time rutting, ignoring the ache in the small of his back, the strain in his muscles, the tiredness that takes over his un-orgasming body.
After a time too long, he eventually gives up, crying and sobbing his helplessness. His hips only have the strength to make a soft jerk when Hoseok pushes a fourth finger inside.
"Here, pup," Hoseok whispers close to his ear as he leans over his trembling form. "It will feel better that way."
His fingers rub at his prostate again, with just the right pressure, just the right pace, just the right move-Jungkook orgasms that way, with slow and muted pleasure pooling in his belly. A small cry slips from between his lips before he slumps on the seat, boneless. His cock throbs inside its confines but it receives no attention and Jungkook doesn't have the strength to give it any.
His ears buzz, muffling any other sounds. He can hear his hyungs talk, can feel Hoseok slide out of his hole and caress his ass, can feel the whole car shake with honks but it all flies high over him. His eyelids feel heavy, so heavy.
-
When Jungkook wakes up, the car is pulling to a stop. For a second, his heart blooms with the hope that Seokjin has given up and headed back home but soon enough, the window rolls down and a whiff of Yoongi's scent surges inside. Jungkook's belly curls warm and slick gathers around his hole before he can help it. It's the scent of an alpha that has knotted him, of an alpha that knows how to take care of him, that will know how to f-
Jungkook shushes the thought before it can grow louder. His heart pounds inside his chest as Yoongi's low voice resounds in the car. He can't understand the words but he feels them in his belly, deep and sharp. Fear churns inside of him again because- because yes, if Yoongi is here, it means that Seokjin has driven them to the piercing parlor. And in the piercing parlor, they will- they will-
"Dress him up," Yoongi says and Jungkook meets his dark gaze for an instant. Half-naked and vulnerable on the back-seat, he looks away and curls up smaller, barely biting back a whimper.
As soon as Yoongi leaves, Hoseok's hands are on him, rubbing wet wipes between his thighs. "Pup, you're already gushing," he sighs. His rough fingers push against his clenched rim, trying to dry the renewed burst of slick Yoongi's presence has triggered.
Jungkook trembles but has no choice but to take it. It still feels sensitive from the fingering he got earlier but it isn't a finger that he aches for. The constant touch makes him ache for the familiar weight of a knot in him. His Alpha's knot-
And the thought of Namjoon- of Alpha-
He needs Alpha. He needs Alpha so much. He needs Alpha to protect him.
A whimper slips from between his lips and he closes his thighs as tight as he can when Hoseok tries to dry his balls. "Pup-"
"It's okay if it's not perfect," Seokjin says. He has turned around on the front seat and Jungkook looks at him with a pleading gaze. Seokjin chuckles, reaching out his hand to scratch his hair. Jungkook relaxes for an instant, but then, his words hit him again. "Get him into his pants and let's get going."
His whole body freezes in fear and his heart pounds heavily inside his chest, nearly dizzying. The mere touch of Hoseok's fingers on his skin makes him instinctively curl up on himself but Hoseok is stronger, so much stronger. He tugs his legs and slides up his pants.
"Pup, rise your hips."
Jungkook shakes his head, looking at him with a whimper. If he doesn't get dressed, they won't leave the car and they won't get in the parlor and his cock won't get pierced- He just needs to struggle a little more-
But the door opens and before he can expect it, more hands come to help. Jungkook squirms, spreads his legs and kicks but he has two betas against him, forcing him to obey. He can do nothing-
As soon as his pants are on, he gets practically carried out of the car and toward the parlor and Jungkook whimpers, whimpers, whimpers, to no avail. He squirms into the arms, tries to peel the hands off him, aches to run back to the safety of the back seat-
By the time they have got past the entrance, Jungkook finds himself helpless. His last resort is to hold on Seokjin with all his strength and hope they will get the message that he wants to go home.
When the scent of Yoongi reaches him, Jungkook buries his nose into Seokjin's neck. If he lets the alpha's scent surround him, he knows that submission will get to his mind and he will desire nothing more but to please, no matter what Yoongi wants to do to him. He can't let it happen.
He can't.
"Pup." A caress on his nape makes him tremble. "Look at me."
It's Seokjin-hyung. It's safe. He is the hyung that has been the softest with him. The hyung that would dry his tears and soothe him down when Jungkook gets too overwhelmed by the urges of his heat.
When he looks up with wide doe eyes, Seokjin gives him a gentle smile. "Pack Alpha will be so proud of you, tonight. Going through all of this for him. You're so courageous."
His heartbeat picks up at the thought of his Alpha being proud of him because- because it's what he wants. He wants it so much.
But his lower lip wobbles as he admits in a small voice, "I'm scared."
And Seokjin has a smile and a caress for him. "I know it's scary, but it's necessary." He places a kiss on his forehead. "You will be so pretty with the jewelries Pack Alpha picked up for you." A kiss on his cute nose. "So many alphas will be jealous they didn't get you in their pack." A kiss on his warm cheek. "A pretty omega like you, all for us to have."
When his lips graze his, Jungkook gasps a breath and Seokjin takes advantage of his open mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue, his taste, his strength- Jungkook submits to his dominance without a fight, whimpering helplessly. His hands are large on his waist, his body strong against him and Jungkook can only melt into his embrace. His hole clenches and leaks a bead of slick before he can help it but Seokjin is all over him and even if he is not an alpha, he is a pack-mate that Jungkook needs to pleasure just as well. Needs to be good for him. The prettiest omega.
His lower belly feels warm with arousal and all he wants is to be bent over the nearest surface and taken on it. Suddenly, the emptiness starts to hurt and his cock desperately hardens inside its cage. He presses it against Seokjin's boner, rolling his hips, whining for more. The kiss turns wet and messy, Jungkook moaning, Seokjin grunting. His hands slide down and grab his ass and Jungkook's thoughts melt. He doesn't mind where he is anymore, all he needs is to be taken care of by a pack-mate. His heat pulses through his whole body and he feels so sensitive that the smallest rub on his skin feels chaffing.
When Seokjin parts from him, Jungkook chases for more. He isn't given anything but a peck on the corner of his lips and no matter how wide he opens his eyes and how loud he whines, Seokjin doesn't kiss him again. He is looking behind him with a serious expression, his hands tightening on his ass. Jungkook is sure that there is a wet spot where he has been leaking but he doesn't even care. He keeps rubbing his crotch against Seokjin's, caged cock aching for any sort of friction.
"Pup," Seokjin sighs as he looks at him again. He gives him a chastising spank that only makes Jungkook more sensitive. "Let's get you all pierced and pretty."
The reminder feels like a bucket of cold water. Jungkook's heart beats wild and he remains frozen. Seokjin grabs his hand and pulls him along with him, though, and Jungkook can do nothing but follow. For Alpha- He needs to be good for Alpha- The prettiest-