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Namjoon stared at the top paper of the printed out webpage Jungkook had handed him. The words there couldn’t be real, and the yellow highlight marks on some of the sentences, meaning that their maknae had not only found this article, but read and studied and marked the page already, felt even less real. Namjoon swallowed. He glanced at Jungkook and then back down.

The words didn’t change.

Seokjin and Yoongi, sat on either side of Namjoon, were also stunned into silence by the article’s heading.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said, voice low.

This was not what he had expected when Jungkook had called a band meeting. Not at all.

Maybe he should have expected it. It was a week ago that Jungkook had finished going through his first rut. A week and a half ago that Jungkook had presented as an alpha, his scent growing a spicier undertone to it.

The boys had all offered to help him through it, in whatever means Jungkook had wanted, whether sexually or not. It was no secret to Jungkook that the rest of the band helped each other during the alpha’s ruts. He had never been involved in a rut before, as it wasn’t something unpresented individuals participated in. There was simply too much risk in triggering an early presentation, never a good thing.

Jungkook had denied them though. Even when they had just offered to cuddle, Jungkook had grown red and refused.

It wasn’t too abnormal, Namjoon had thought. Jungkook hadn’t been involved in much of their non-rut sexual activity before either. He had joined in a couple times, with curiosity and eagerness though only stuck to non-penetrative sex. But having been unpresented, his drive to mate and have sex wasn’t fully there. He had been of age for a long time, and could have joined in as much as he would have liked, he simply preferred not to, most of the time, or only sit on the sidelines and watch.

So Namjoon had chalked up Jungkook’s refusal to embarrassment or lack of experience. Sharing a rut took a lot of trust and while Namjoon knew the rest of them had shared their first cycle within the band, it wasn’t unusual for some to want to wait till after their first cycle.

But looking at the header again, Namjoon thought he may have gotten it wrong. Perhaps it wasn’t just Jungkook wanting to wait, maybe it was the fact that none of them were omegas.

Jungkook must have known that it was okay for alphas to knot other alphas or betas and it didn’t just have to be an alpha and omega coupling during a cycle. He had heard the rest of them discuss their preferences.

Taehyung and Hoseok were usually up to taking another alphas knot and would’ve happily taken Jungkook’s. They didn’t like to do so during their own rut cycles, but they found pleasure in it otherwise. Namjoon couldn’t personally imagine himself doing it, he had tried it once but quickly found it wasn’t for him. Both of their betas, Jimin and Seokjin, loved being on the receiving end and were always enthusiastic to help with a rut.

Namjoon knew some alphas preferred to only knot an omega though. There was nothing wrong with that, on its own. But to take it as far as this – Namjoon had to swallow a bit of bile that had made its way up to his mouth.

“What, what is it?” Jimin asked, trying to get closer to Namjoon to see the papers. Taehyung and Hoseok also shared confused looks.

Namjoon flipped the papers over before the others could get a peak. He held them down with his forearm.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon started again, staring the maknae down.

Jungkook was fidgeting in his own chair, rocking side to side and playing with his own fingers. At Namjoon’s voice, he looked up and met his eyes, biting his lip. Namjoon couldn’t believe he had the audacity to look so coy when he was thinking about doing this despicable thing to one of his hyungs.

Namjoon’s insides burned. Jungkook’s nose wrinkled, a sign that Namjoon was making his displeasure known in his scent.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Namjoon asked coldly. He gripped the edge of the papers with his fingers until that part of it was crumpled, then he forced himself to relax. Maybe they could come to an understanding.

“I understand if you have a preference for omegas, especially during your rut cycle, maybe we can look into rut services for you and hire you an omega to help if you’d prefer. But this - “ Namjoon swept his hand above the upside down papers, “is unacceptable. Just because you want an omega and would prefer to keep it in the band, doesn’t mean you can just go and bitch an alpha.”

By the end of his spiel, Namjoon was spitting the words out in thinly veiled disgust, eyes narrowed and his teeth grit, showing off his upper canines that sharpen during an alpha’s first rut.

“What?” Jimin gasped, followed by similar confused outbursts from Taehyung and Hoseok. They all stared at Jungkook. From the corner of his eye, Namjoon could see that Yoongi and Seokjin’s demeanor was similar to his own, they must be burning a hole through Jungkook’s skin.

Jungkook on the other hand had only withdrawn more during Namjoon’s speech. He hunched into himself, drawing his shoulders down and his hands close to his body. At the end though, he sprang back up, his eyes wide and there was a rusty scent of panic in the air.

Namjoon almost growled at him, the ones who should be panicking were the rest of them, who Jungkook had apparently thought of bitching.

“No, No!” Jungkook nearly shouted. “I - what? No.”

There was something in Jungkook’s posture or scent or words that gave Namjoon pause, he wasn’t sure what it was but he got the distinct feeling he was missing a piece of the puzzle. The growl died in his throat before it had a chance to escape.

“Do you really want to bitch one of us?” Taehyung asked, his voice small, hurt. Namjoon wanted to grab him and scent him all over and reassure him that his pack alpha would not be letting that happen.

“No!” Jungkook said, adamantly. He looked around at all of them, bunny eyes wide and begging.

“Then why,” Namjoon flipped the papers back over and laid them on the center of the table where everyone’s eyes could see them. “Did you hand me an article that lays out in detail the steps in which to bitch an alpha?”

Jungkook shrunk back again, this time bringing his finger up to his mouth to gnaw at it.

Namjoon tapped his fingers against the table, waiting.

“I-,” Jungkook started slowly. “I don’t want to bitch any of you.”

“Then someone else?” Yoongi asked. “That may be even worse.”

“No,” Jungkook growled, but quickly backed down. “Ugh, sorry, I’m sorry, this obviously was not the best way to approach this, I see that now. I just - I don’t want to turn anyone into an omega, except - “ Jungkook stopped and dipped his head, only looking up at them through the fringe of his hair.

“Except what, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. His voice was still low, but it had lost some of its edge. “Please, explain it to us so we understand.”

Jungkook hid his face in his hands. His next words came out slightly muffled but clear enough. They would ring through Namjoon’s head for the foreseeable future, if not forever.

“I want you all to bitch me.”

Oh.

Oh.

That was different.

The hostile tension fled from Namjoon’s body almost all at once. Suddenly, looking at their Jungkook, their maknae, who was curled up into himself in his chair and just barely peeking through his fingers, Namjoon wondered how he could have ever thought that Jungkook would have malicious intentions towards them. There was no way their baby could hurt anyone.

A different type of tension quickly took its place though. Worry.

Why would Jungkook want to get bitched so badly that he had done such intensive research into it.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok gasped. “You know we love you however you are, right?”

It seemed Namjoon wasn’t alone in his worry.

“Of course,” Jungkook said. He lowered his hands and placed them back on the table, still playing with his own fingers. His face was still turned down. “I love you all too.”

“Then why would you want to be bitched, Jungkook?” Yoongi asked. “Did we make you feel as though you needed to present as an omega in order to be with us? Because if we did, I am so so sorry, Jungkook, we would have loved you and welcomed you into the pack as anything sub gender, you being an alpha has no effect on your place here or our love for you.”

The others all nodded.

“As Yoongi said,” Namjoon took up the torch, feeling he needed to step in as pack alpha. “I am sorry if we made you feel you needed to be an omega for us, pup. We are more than happy to have you as an alpha. And if you brought this up because you don’t want to be a traditional alpha, that’s fine too, alphas don’t have to stick to stereotypes.”

Jungkook squirmed in his seat, and they all watched him in silence, waiting for the maknae to speak up.

“Wouldn’t the pack benefit from having on omega in it?” Jungkook finally looked up and met Namjoon’s eyes fully again.

That comment brought Namjoon to a halt because the truth was that yes, the pack would benefit. It was a simple fact about packs: they did best when they had all three sub genders. There was no doubt having an omega would likely balance them out in some ways, possibly in ways they didn’t even realize needed balancing. Namjoon didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to lie to Jungkook.

“Maybe,” Seokjin spoke up, resting a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder that Namjoon gratefully leaned into. “It probably would be good for the pack to have an omega in it, but it doesn’t need to be you, Jungkook, and we’re not in any rush. It’ll be some time and ideally we’ll find an omega that we all like and can court together. We shouldn’t be forcing anyone into that role.”

Jungkook deflated a bit in his seat.

“Was that it?” Namjoon asked. “You thought we would want an omega in the pack so badly that you thought we were hoping you would be our omega?”

“Well, I mean, yeah?” Jungkook ran his fingers over the table, fingertips turning white. “It would’ve been convenient, I wouldn’t have blamed any of you for thinking of it.”

Namjoon decided not to confirm nor deny that. He had thought of it, and he had hoped a little bit because it would be convenient to not have to branch out to find an omega that all 7 of them somehow got along with and that fit within their hectic lives. But it had never gone so far as to think Jungkook had to be an omega or else Namjoon wouldn’t love him. No, not at all, Namjoon wanted Jungkook in any form he came in, so long as Jungkook wanted them back.

“Well, we love you for you,” Taehyung said. “Your subgender never mattered.”

“I know,” Jungkook said, smiling softly at Taehyung who matched the look. “Thank you. I’m sorry, I guess I don’t know where I got the idea from.” Jungkook started to stand but was stopped by Jimin’s hand reaching out and catching his wrist.

“Wait,” Jimin said. “You’re not telling us everything. That wasn’t the full reason, was it?”

Jungkook sucked in a breath and his eyes widened. Ah, leave it to Jimin to be able to pick up underlying cues.

The rest of them shifted in their seats and gave Jungkook their full attention.

Jungkook plopped back down in his seat. “No, I guess that wasn’t the only reason.”

“What was it then, hyungs are listening,” Seokjin said. “We won’t judge you.”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook nodded to himself. “It’s just - what I said about me being an omega for the pack would be convenient and how I wouldn’t blame you all if you had thought about it. The thing is - I have thought about it.” He blushed, ducking his head once more. “I’ve thought about it a lot. More than a lot, honestly.”
Jungkook bit his lip and took a long pause. After a few seconds of silence, Jimin squeezed Jungkook’s wrist he was still holding and urged the boy on. “Go on. What did you think about? Why did you want to be our omega?”

Jungkook inhaled sharply and squirmed in his seat. “I thought about - “ he swallowed, but then something must have resolved within him, as Jungkook sat up straighter in his seat and firmly looked around at them. “I thought about helping you all through your ruts - not like how you help each other now, but as your omega. I thought it’d be nice to make nests for us, and to wear your claims and scent and -”

“You can do all of that now,” Namjoon interrupted. “Maybe not as an omega, but like I said earlier, you don’t have to follow a traditional alpha. You can make a nest if you’d like, and we already all scent each other. You’re more than welcome to help us out in our ruts and take our knots.”

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to shoo away the image of Jungkook on the bed on all fours split open by his or one of the other’s alphas knots, how pretty he would look there, how good he always was for them once they had calmed the brat in him.

“It’s not the same,” Jungkook whined. “I tried to make a nest after my rut, but it was awful, I didn’t feel anything from it, I hated it even though I tried really hard to like it, and I looked up how to make a nest and followed instructions but it never felt right and most places mentioned needing the omega instinct for it.

“And maybe it’s selfish of me. But I want to be treated like your omega - I don’t want you courting someone else to fill the role, I want that role. You take such good care of me always and I always imagined it as a pack taking care of their omega. I was so disappointed when my rut started, and even though it hurt I could barely bring myself to touch my knot, I don’t want it. I want to be an omega, your omega, please hyungs.”

Jungkook’s eyes were shining by the end of his speech.

“You - “ Yoongi sucked in a breath and cut himself off.

Namjoon thought he understood the sentiment. His nostrils flared, and for a second, he let himself imagine it. Jungkook as their omega. Wearing their marks and collar upon his neck, smelling sweet, so sweet, and nesting with their clothes and asking for his alphas to help. Oh, Jungkook would have them eating out of his palm.

“Fuck, ok baby,” Yoongi said. “As if we could ever say no to you.”

“You’ll do it?” Jungkook perked up in his chair. It was adorable.

“Ye-” Yoongi started.

“I think,” Namjoon cut him off. No matter how much he wanted to agree to anything Jungkook was asking for, he knew they had to approach this cautiously. “We all need to take some time to read over exactly what bitching you entails and come back to this conversation and make sure we all understand what we’re getting into by this. I want to make sure you have thought this over enough too, Jungkook.”

“I have!” Jungkook nearly shouted but quickly shut his mouth at the hard look Namjoon gave him.

“It’s only been a week since you’re rut, Jungkook, you should take at least a few more days knowing that we are also considering it. Once we’ve all had a chance to take a look over the process and discuss as hyungs if we’re really okay with it, and if you still want to, then we can move forward,” Namjoon said. He looked around and saw everyone except Jungkook nodding along or otherwise seeming content with his words. Good.

“Until then, you should continue to wear your scent suppressors and not let anyone know you’ve presented. I don’t want to think what the media would think if they caught wind of us bitching you.”

“Okay,” Jungkook said, meekly. “But.”

“But what?” Namjoon asked.

“It’s just, the article said it’s easier to bitch an alpha if it happens closer to presenting than later. My hormones are still settling in, they’re at their most vulnerable right now. It will only get harder the longer we wait.”

“Okay,” Namjoon exhaled, trying to stay calm. “I think we can all take 2 days at least to look it over. We’ll meet again then. Is that okay with everyone?”

Everyone gave their various forms of agreement.

“Then I’ll make copies of these and pass them out.”

—

Namjoon had barely been able to sleep that night or focus in his studio the next day.

After their meeting, he had gotten up to their printer and made the copies and passed them out, one set for each person save Jungkook who had clearly already poured over it with the amount of highlighter marks there were. He instructed everyone to read it on their own and try to come to their own conclusion first before they would discuss together again.

Then, Namjoon had retreated to his own bedroom with the papers. He read them over - once, twice, three times.

Bitching was not a new concept to Namjoon. It was a thing boys joked about a lot in school, one that always felt like a thinly veiled threat but got swept under the rug because they were just joking. Namjoon had overheard it before. He had even overheard someone joking about bitching him if he were to present as an alpha, which he later had.

It was talked about on the news occasionally, whenever some brute alphas had took it upon themselves to rape and bitch someone. The alphas that got caught were sent to prison. There were condolences for the victims, but there wasn’t much else that could be done. Bitching was an irreversible process.

Namjoon had never heard of a case where the person being bitched was willing. He hadn’t been aware it was a thing someone would want.

Looking at the article that Jungkook had supplied, most of it was also talking about forcing it on the victim. The site was probably not the most legal of places. Namjoon hoped Jungkook had the foresight to at least look it up in private mode or delete his browsing history afterwards if not.

It laid out the process, how long it usually took, what steps were absolutely crucial and which were supplementary to help make it go smoothly. Some of it seemed brutal - but Namjoon supposed a lot of that had to do with the unwilling receiver, but even if Jungkook was willing, some of the steps still seemed needlessly cruel.

Maybe that was Namjoon thinking about himself. He certainly wouldn’t want those things done to him. But Jungkook - he had read this, he clearly knew what it all entailed and yet he had still come to them to ask for such a thing.

Their sweet, baby Jungkook, had asked to be under them, to practically be devoured by them, to have them push their dominance on him and make him take it.

It should have been repulsive to him, thinking about doing this to anyone. Yet, Namjoon was hard in his sweats just visualizing it.

He didn’t touch himself that night, but now, sitting in his studio, still tired and horny, Namjoon regretted that.

He clicked around on the song he was working on, but it all seemed meaningless, he was just moving the mouse to make himself feel productive rather than actually trying to do work. His dick kept trying to make a show, half chubbing up in his pants before Namjoon got it under control again. He just couldn’t stop thinking about the papers, about Jungkook.

Fuck - he wondered if the other members were having this problem.

Everyone had been pretty shifty this morning, not fully meeting each other’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if that was because like him, they were turned on by the idea of bitching their maknae, or if they hated the idea altogether. The more Namjoon thought about it, the more he realized he hoped that they all agreed to this and that Jungkook didn’t change his mind.

Not that Namjoon would blame Jungkook if he did, or try to force it. Jungkook was the primary concern here, Namjoon would never make him do anything he didn’t want to.

A knock on Namjoon’s studio door broke him out of his spiraling thoughts. Namjoon mechanically got up to open it.

It was Yoongi. He had a wild look in his eyes as he pushed Namjoon back into his studio and shut the door behind him and clicked the lock.

“Hyung,” Namjoon started.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi said. “Please tell me you’re on the same page as this as I am.”

Namjoon didn’t have to ask what ‘this’ was and he thought he had a pretty good idea that Yoongi must be on a similar line of thought as Namjoon was given how deranged Yoongi looked in that moment - but what if he was wrong. What if Yoongi was thinking they shouldn’t let their maknae go through with this?

Namjoon swallowed. “And what page is that, hyung?”

“That I want to bitch our dear Maknae,” Yoongi nearly growled.

“You read through?” Namjoon exhaled.

“Yes,” Yoongi walked forwards, forcing Namjoon to back up until his knees hit his chair and he sat down. “I read through every single detail multiple times and I can’t stop thinking about us doing it to Jungkook, for real.”

“Fuck,” Namjoon breathed out. “Same - I’m - same.”

“Good, because fuck. I saw him earlier, he was practicing his choreo with Jimin and Hoseok and he looked so good, I wanted to push him down in the middle of that room and claim him right then and there.”

Namjoon reflexively spread his legs wider at that thought. He knew just how good Jungkook looked during and after dance practice. His hair was usually pulled back in a messy bun or headband with a sheen of sweat on his skin and a bit out of breath. It would be so easy to rip Jungkook’s usually oversized shirt off and ravish the boy, to give him an even better reason to be out of breath.

“I want to ruin him,” Namjoon said. He palmed at his dick in his sweats, suddenly feeling shameless now that he had someone else to validate his feelings. “I want to see him take my knot, over and over. All of our knots.”

“Yes,” Yoongi agreed. He leaned back on Namjoon’s desk, fingers curled around the edges of it. His pants had a sizable tent in them. “But not like how Tae or Hobi have taken our knots, or the time I let you knot me. No, I want to see Jungkook presenting like a bitch, taking it like a bitch.”

“Yes,” Namjoon squeezed himself. “It’s not the same. I don’t feel like this when thinking of the other alphas taking my knot. It’s not so - so primal.”

“That’s it, the urge is more primal for Jungkook. Making him submit.”

“God yes,” Namjoon agreed, cock jumping in his pants. “I know he wants it, but my alpha is still thinking about making him submit to us fully. Fuck, is that wrong of us?”

Yoongi shook his head. “No. Like you said, he wants it. He wants us to make him submit, to make him our bitch.”

“Fuck, he’d look so good under us,” Namjoon slipped a hand unde his pants, it was nothing Yoongi hadn’t seen before. Namjoon groaned when his hand wrapped around himself and he started stroking, foreskin helping to make the slide more smooth.

Namjoon watched the other with hooded eyes. He could see how affected Yoongi was by this, nostrils flared, his own dick tenting his pants. The pair weren’t sexual together very often on their own. They both preferred a more submissive partner, but seeing Yoongi like this, like he also wanted to tear Jungkook apart, made Namjoon feel even hotter, his pleasure burning brighter.

“C’mon,” Namjoon urged, speeding up his hand around his dick. He wanted to see Yoongi give in as well. “Jungkook would look so good, fucked dumb on your knot.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathed and he stumbled over to the couch in Namjoon’s studio, hand disappearing into his shorts.

The sound of their breaths and hands jerking their cocks echoed in the room as they watched each other. Namjoon did want to see Jungkook fucked out on his cock, but he wanted to see Jungkook taking Yoongi as well, and Yoongi’s face when he popped a knot inside an omega for the first time. Namjoon wanted to take Jungkook with Yoongi, spitroast the boy, or, eventually, when Jungkook’s pussy opened up, they could each take a hole, one in his ass, one in his pussy and be able to feel the width of each other inside their omega, their bitch, filled to the absolute brim by them.

Namjoon tensed at the thought and then came a second later, hand moving quickly over his dick as he filled his underwear with cum.

Yoongi wasn’t far behind.

“Ugh, gross,” Namjoon complained as he withdrew his hand and the post-nut clarity hit him.

“Yeah,” Yoongi huffed. “What a waste too. This cum should be inside our bitch.”

Namjoon had to squeeze himself at that, accidentally using his dirty hand and getting a drop of cum on the outside of his pants. “Fuck, you’re going to make me need to go again.”

“Hold it,” Yoongi said. “Don’t waste another orgasm. You should organize another talk between the members sans Jungkook, make sure we all agree to move forward without his doe eyes influencing us.”

“Right, yes, will do,” Namjoon nodded. He didn’t mention how he thought Jungkook didn’t have to be there to have his wide shiny eyes echo in the back of their minds. He reached for a handful of tissues to clean his hand and wipe the inside of his boxers the best he could. He held out a few for Yoongi when he was done.

Yoongi took them and cleaned himself, nodded once more at Namjoon, then slipped out of his studio.

Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sighed. This had been far from the first time he had jerked off in his studio, living with 6 other guys could make it hard to find time to yourself, especially before they had formed an official pack. Even now that they were a pack, sometimes Namjoon wanted to go at it alone and the studio was convenient. It also acted as a nice way to relieve stress when he couldn’t figure out how to make progress on a certain track. This wasn’t even the first time he had jerked off with another member in his studio.

The orgasm had served its purpose of making Namjoon’s head clearer. But along with that, came the question on whether they really should go through with the bitching, even if all the members, Namjoon included, wanted to.

Still, he shouldn’t delay the decision. Namjoon took his phone out and texted the group to meet at the apartment after their schedules by 7pm and for Jungkook to stay out until they texted him he could come back - there was no point hiding in what they were going to discuss.

Everyone responded with an affirmative. Even Jungkook, who was notorious for having his notifications off, sent two thumbs up and several smiling emojis and exclamation points. After which he wrote, “I’ll be good for hyungs, I’ll stay away till told.”

Namjoon bit his lip at that, fortunate that his dick was still pleased with its earlier orgasm to get back up at the thought of the many ways Jungkook could be good for them.

No, now was not the time for another jerk off session. Namjoon needed to focus. He wasn’t sure if they should go forward with this - even if Jungkook would give them that devastated look of his.

They would discuss it as a group, but Namjoon wanted to be prepared. He took the papers out and reread them all over again, this time without the horniness clouding his mind. He noted what questions he had and where they would need to take precautions. He didn’t stop until he could recite the entire article word for word.

—

Namjoon arrived home at 6:50 pm, shortly before he had told everyone to be home by. The others were already there, even Jimin and Yoongi who were often the last home. They were all sitting around the living room, fairly distanced from each other, not talking. A few scents were already spiked with anxiety, while the others felt too contained to be normal, like they were holding onto it for dear life.

Namjoon kicked his shoes off at the door, set his bag down and joined them, standing by the coffee table. Everyone looked at him.

“I’m sure you all know what we’re here to discuss,” Namjoon started. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from picking at his clothes visibly. Sometimes, he hated being the leader.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung answered softly.

“Yes,” Namjoon said. “And whether or not we should bitch him.”

Several of the boys inhaled at the same time, like hearing it out loud made it more real.

Namjoon took his own deep breath. “I have a few of my own reservations about it, mainly how to best keep it from the press, but I’d like to hear all of your thoughts.”

“Wait,” Jimin said. “You’re seriously thinking of going through with it?”

“If we can all come to an agreement,” Namjoon replied.

“But- “ Jimin gripped at his knees, his knuckles turned white. “It’s so - so, brutal. It’s not right.”

Hoseok nodded, stepping in. “Some of the things on that list,” he grimaced, staring down at the floor for a few beats. “I can’t imagine being done to our Jungkookie. How could we do something like that to him?”

“Keep in mind,” Yoongi answered. “Jungkook has read that article forwards and backwards. He wants this, he’s aware of what it entails. The article depicted it happening non-consensually because it’s assumed that no alpha would want to be an omega, but Jungkook does want to. Everything in that article has been done consensually before in BDSM play, and some of it may look different when all parties are consenting, it’s not the same as when forcing it.”

“I-” Hoseok’s face was pinched, but it relaxed slightly. “I guess that’s true.”

“But some of the requirements for bitching are forcing him to take it,” Jimin argued.

Yoongi nodded. “Yes, but even that can be pre-negotiated and we can give Jungkook an out for if he truly doesn’t want it.”

“He’s still an alpha, his instincts will tell him to fight back.”

“Yes, it’s possible at times,” Namjoon said. “We will have to talk with Jungkook extensively - make sure we are all on the same page about what will happen, and give him a safeword for if he changes his mind or doesn’t want that particular treatment. There are a lot of things on the list, the article says that it’s most effective if everything is performed, but we can get away with skipping a few.”

“You don’t have to be involved, Jimin,” Yoongi added. “The more of us involved, the better, but there’s enough of us that if one or two of us don’t want to be involved, that’s okay. And if you want to be involved in only certain acts, but excluded in others, that’s fine too.”

Jimin slumped back into the couch. He brought his thumb to his mouth and bit at it. “Okay,” He nodded. “I think - I think if it’s really what Jungkook wants then, I’d be okay with it. I just probably will step back from some of the harsher things.”

“That’s okay,” Namjoon repeated what Yoongi had said. “What about everyone else, Seokjin? Taehyung?”

The two mentioned looked at each other. Taehyung opened his mouth first.

“For Jungkook, if it’s what he wants, then I don’t see why not. I’m okay with it, and I’m okay with doing most of what’s on the list.”

“I’m a bit worried about our image,” Seokjin answered. “I know the press would have a hayday with this if it got out. But, I have a hard time saying no to our maknae. If this is what he wants, I’m down for it.”

“Right,” Namjoon agreed. “The press is the most worrisome. I think we should try to keep it within the band completely, not even let the company or Bang PD know. The fewer people who know, the better. Jungkook can keep wearing his scent suppressors until his scent changes, it should help with the process anyways.”

“I don’t disagree,” Seokjin started slowly. “But, the article said it was important to keep things constant. It’d be hard to hide how we’re treating him with how often we’re at the company and around staff nowadays.”

“It will be hard, but not impossible,” Yoongi said. “We’ll probably need to work on our schedule a bit to have more time at the apartment and more breaks throughout the day so that at least one of us can get a moment alone with Jungkook without staff and reinforce the process every few hours.”

“It will probably take some trial and error,” Namjoon said. “If it truly looks like we can’t hide it from staff, then we can revisit this topic and discuss bringing it up with Bang PD. But I think I’d rather he not know what we were up to.”

The others all nodded and made noises of agreements. Hoseok was silent, unmoving.

“Hoseok? Do you still have an objection?” Namjoon prodded.

“I - no,” Hoseok bit his lip. “I think I just want to see Jungkook and make sure it’s really what he wants. But, like Tae and Jin said, if it’s what he wants, well, there’s not much I wouldn’t do for Jungkookie, so I’m okay with it.”

“Alright, I’ll call Jungkook home then. I don’t think we should make the final negotiations tonight, but we can at least let him know our decision to help.”

Once called, Jungkook arrived no more than 25 minutes later. He’d likely been hanging at the company building, not too far away from their apartment. He was nearly vibrating out of his skin as he took off his shoes and joined his hyungs in the living room, standing at the entrance, a clear separation between Jungkook and the rest of them.. He looked between all of them, biting his lip and starting to rock on his feet.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said and Jungkook’s eyes snapped to him. “We decided we would help bitch you - if it’s something you still want.”

Jungkook’s eyes brightened as he smiled wide. “Really? I still want it. I want to be hyungs omega so bad, I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

Jungkook walked forward and at a few paces from the rest of the group, began to drop to his knees.

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he reached out and caught Jungkook’s arm, preventing him from falling all the way down. Fuck, he’d look so good on his knees though.

Jungkook looked at him imploringly, half crouched.

“Ah,” Namjoon said. He exhaled harshly. “Not yet. There’s still some discussion to do.”

Jungkook pouted but stood back up. “Like what?”

“Like how we’re going to keep this under wraps.” Namjoon let go of Jungkook and crossed his arms.

“And what specifically you’re okay with,” Yoongi added.

“I’m fine with anything,” Jungkook told them.

“No, that’s not good enough, baby, not for this,” Yoongi fixed Jungkook with a harsh look. “We need you to think about it and make a list, find some lines you don’t want us to cross and think of a safe word in case you need to back out.”

“I won’t back out, and really, I’m okay with it all,” Jungkook insisted.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon scolded. “You want to be good for us, don’t you?”

A war played behind Jungkook’s eyes as the maknae frowned and shifted on his feet. Finally, he whispered, “Yes.”

“Then do this for us.”

Jungkook nodded, not meeting Namjoon’s gaze and instead staring at a spot on the floor.

“We’ll need to do the same,” Yoongi said. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page. Then come up with a plan of action.”

There were noises of agreements from the others.

“Okay,” Jungkook said, glancing up at them underneath the fringe of his hair. But if I give you my list then-“ he played with the cuff of his long shirt with his hands. “Then I don’t want to know everything from your end, it’ll be easier to feel submissive if I don’t know exactly what to expect.”

The article had mentioned the element of surprise working in their favor.

“That’s fine,” Namjoon nodded. “So long as we have your limits, we can work with that.”

“This will also give us time to buy supplies,” Yoongi said. “It’ll go better if we have everything on hand first.”

Jungkook’s eyes blew wide at that. He likely knew what type of supplies they needed. “Okay.”

“Good,” Namjoon said. “Then, until your scent starts to sweeten like an omegas, you’ll wear scent suppressors and pretend to still be unpresented. We don’t want this getting out to the press, and even letting staff or management know is risky.”

Jungkook nodded. “Yes, I know. People don’t exactly expect someone to want to be bitched. I know how risky this is to our image.”

“Good boy,” Namjoon praised. He almost took back his earlier words of waiting when he saw the way Jungkook’s knees nearly buckled at the praise.

Contrary to Jungkook’s likely belief, waiting wasn’t any easier for him. But Jungkook would be kneeling in front of them with their claim around his neck all in due time.

Chapter Text

It was a week and a half later that the pack had everything in order and decided to get the ball rolling.

Jungkook had gotten them his list only two days after being told to do so. Seokjin had looked it over with the rest of them. Their maknae really was okay with almost anything. Only some of the harsher things were listed as red. No blood play, no castration (other changes to his cock that were inevitable with the bitching were okay), a couple others.

A few other things were listed as yellow with an explanation beside them. Peircings and tattoos and other permanent marks were one of them. Jungkook had written that he’d like to be involved in the decision was all, and that he’d likely approve of things like nipple piercings if his alphas and betas would like it.

Seokjin almost had to sit down at that. Jungkook would look so pretty with his small brown nipples pierced. They would be perfect to play with.

The rest of them had taken a little longer with their own lists, but seeing Jungkook’s inspired them. Then, there was the conversation after without Jungkook to go over their lists and come up with their game plan.

Seokjin had been a bit hesitant at the start, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t gotten heated by the ideas everyone was spitting out. Or the few he had contributed himself.

They had ordered supplies that night with fast tracked shipping. Seokjin was once again thankful for the amount of money they had to their names.

Jungkook was obviously getting antsy the longer they went without sitting him down. He asked several times when they could start the process, whining about how it’d become harder the longer they waited. Namjoon had had enough after the third time and snapped at him to be patient and that he would know soon enough.

Jungkook had settled down a little bit after that, but was clearly still anxious with the way he held himself around them and the way he continuously vied for their attention during the day, whether at a photo shoot or practice. Seokjin had no qualms with it, used to the youngest’s antics and it did make the days more entertaining. But at times, it also made Seokjin want to take Jungkook over his knee and give a good few spanks, more than just the playful ones they gave each other freely already.

Jungkook had made it through the week without a red bottom though, and here they were now, all 7 of them in the living room once again. Their maknae was standing in front of the couch, while his 6 hyungs sat on or stood behind the couch, observing him.

Namjoon sat directly in front of Jungkook and held most of the youngest’s attention. Namjoon sat tall and straight, casual but with a dominating presence, face cool, hands on his thighs, legs spread. He demanded obedience.

If Namjoon’s gaze had been directed towards Seokjin, Seokjin would have already been on his knees, begging to worship their pack alpha in any way he could.

So it was no wonder there was a slight tremble in Jungkook’s form as he stood there.

“You know what is about to happen?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, alpha,” Jungkook nodded.

“Good,” Namjoon nodded, then turned to Yoongi who sat beside him and held out a hand.

Yoongi reached behind him and brought out a black silk bag. He placed it in Namjoon’s hand delicately.

Namjoon loosened the string until the bag opened and pulled out a smooth black band of leather with a buckle on the end to adjust the sizing. It was thin, it could be mistaken as a simple choker, but Seokjin and the rest of them knew what it really was - a collar.

“Here, feel it,” Namjoon handed it over and Jungkook’s eyes widened as he took hold of the collar.

Jungkook ran his fingers over it. “Smooth, it feels nice.” He made a small noise when his fingers brushed over the inscription on the inside. He held it up to see, and Seokjin shifted closer to watch his expression.

They’d had it inscribed with the BTS logo and the words ‘Property of the BTS pack’. Seokjin was quite proud of the handiwork he’d been able to find that could make them a simple yet custom collar with such short notice.

Jungkook smiled at the words and ran his fingers over them. “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” Namjoon stood up and took the collar from Jungkook. “I will put it on you then.” He wrapped the collar around Jungkook’s neck until it was snug.

“How does it feel? Not too tight?” Namjoon asked, hand still around Jungkook’s throat.

“It’s good,” Jungkook whispered. His hand joined Namjoon’s at his throat, feeling the collar around his neck, staking his place in the pack, their ownership, their love.

“Good,” Namjoon echoed. “This will not be your permanent collar. It’s only a placeholder, something we could find and have made within a week, and simple enough as to not stand out as an omega’s collar should anyone see it. When you are truly are our omega, we will give you a proper collar that you will wear everyday in and out of this apartment. For now, I expect you to wear this anytime you are home and there are no guests, but remove it at the door when you leave. This includes even if you are at home alone.”

Omegas commonly wore collars out and about from their packs. Betas sometimes did, though neither Jimin or Seokjin did so very often. Alphas almost never wore a collar, and giving a collar to an Unpresented, which Jungkook would be masquerading around as, was heavily frowned upon, even if they were of age. Jungkook should not be seen with his collar in public until they could make known his status as an Omega, even if it was likely to be mistaken as a choker, someone would probably recognize it if Jungkook wore it out consistently.

“Preferably,” Namjoon squeezed at Jungkook’s throat lightly. “You will have one of us remove or place it on for you, but I know that will not always be possible. So if you need to remove it yourself or if you come home alone and need to put it on - you will, understood?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jungkook nodded.

“Good,” Namjoon’s hand left Jungkook’s neck though Jungkook’s remained there, tracing the edge of the collar where it met his skin. Namjoon held his hand back towards Yoongi, who got the message and pulled another smaller piece of jewelry from the black bag.

This one was a delicate silver chain. With a small pendant that was engraved with the BTS symbol.

“For your wrist,” Namjoon explained. He took Jungkook’s hand around his throat and wrapped the chain around his wrist. “This, we expect you to wear all the time, in and out of our home. The only exception is if a photoshoot or costume requests no personal jewelry and staff asks you to take it off. I would still rather one of us remove it for you, but the top priority is still to keep this under wraps so you may take it off if asked and it would be suspicious to find one of us to do it for you.”

“Yes, alpha,” Jungkook nodded, staring down at his wrist where the bracelet and Namjoon’s hand was.

Namjoon tilted Jungkook’s chin up with his free hand to make their eyes meet. “If you wish to end this you know what to say?”

Jungkook looked dazed and Seokjin wondered if he was even truly there, but Jungkook nodded, slowly and deliberately. “Yes, alpha. I have my safeword, I can use it at any time, but I won’t -”

Namjoon stopped him with a finger to Jungkook’s lips. “I didn’t ask if you will or won’t, just if you know what to say if the possibility arises.”

Jungkook swallowed. “Yes, alpha. I know what to say if I wish to end this.”

Namjoon patted Jungkook’s cheek lightly then let go of all contact and stepped back and sat down.

“Then strip,” Namjoon’s voice dropped on the two words. An Alpha Order. It wasn’t Namjoon’s first ever order, but probably within his first five proper ones. Seokjin only knew that because the alphas had practiced it a bit earlier in the week for what was likely the first time.

Using an alpha order was definitely taboo, something someone should never do. There was maybe an exception for the rare case that an omega would get hurt if they weren’t ordered - but even that was heavily debated.

Before this week, Seokjin knew the alphas had never even considered using their alpha command, and were probably even disgusted at the idea. It had taken a bit of coaxing to get the commands to come out, but their 4 alphas had all worked on it until they knew how to make their vocal cords vibrate with it. Seokjin felt fortunate he hadn’t needed to worry about it.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, his eyes widening again, obviously recognizing the command for what it was.

He wasn’t compelled to answer it, only an omega couldn’t disobey an alpha order and Jungkook wouldn’t have that reflex for a long while yet, assuming they were successful.

Despite this, the article had claimed that alpha orders were essential to the bitching process. Since the victim wouldn’t be compelled to obey, the article mentioned either using it for commands the victim simply couldn’t disobey, or using it, then forcing the victim to obey. It helped teach their minds that they should obey, that they were below the alpha giving the command.

Unlike the victims in that article, Jungkook did have a choice. He could disobey, and Namjoon wouldn’t force him to listen. They’d likely call the whole thing off or do some serious renegotiation. It felt like a test, really. On whether Jungkook was truly ready for this.

Knowing that Jungkook would not be compelled like an omega, is probably what gave the alphas strength to even use their alpha commands without grotesque guilt.

Choice or not, if Jungkook gave in, his body and mind would still get the same message. Seokjin bet that it would actually make the bitching process easier in some ways since the alphas could use the commands much more liberally.

“Everything except the collar and bracelet,” Namjoon clarified.

Slowly, Jungkook tugged his shirt over head, revealing his smooth skin and muscle. Seokjin had seen Jungkook shirtless countless times, but this still felt different. Jungkook folded the shirt and sat it on the coffee table behind him. Then, he tugged down and off his sweats and placed them on top of his shirt, folded neatly as well.

It left Jungkook just standing in just his boxer briefs in the living room. He placed his thumbs under the waistband and looked at Namjoon expectantly.

Namjoon just nodded.

Jungkook hesitated a bit longer this time, biting his lip and looking around.

Their living room was not usually a place for full nudity. They usually kept their sexual activity and casual nudity to the bedroom or bathrooms, both because a bed was more comfortable for sex anyways and it helped keep the shared spaces clean if people weren’t sitting with their bare asses on the couch.

That was not to say sex or nudity never happened in the living room. Seokjin had definitely been pressed over the couch while an alpha fucked him, usually after an award show. Or the time Taehyung had gotten completely covered in mud and it had felt better to strip right away rather than wait for the bathroom.

But it was usually quickies with more than one person involved and often only partial nudity. Not just one person standing naked while the rest of them raked their eyes over him.

They had all seen Jungkook naked before. Even though the maknae hadn’t joined much in their sexual activity yet, they had shared plenty of showers over the years and been around each other changing countless times. Seokjin had seen Jungkook’s dick, both soft and hard. Jungkook had been a modest size then, close to Seokjin’s own size, but that was prior to Jungkook presenting.

Alpha dicks changed a bit upon presentation. They gained not just their knot but also a bit of mass and length. It was totally unfair, in Seokjin’s opinion. Even though yes, Seokjin did benefit from the alphas’ large dicks as well because they felt good fucking him, but Seokjin also wished betas went through a similar adaptation. He could do without the knot, personally, but he would very much like a bigger dick, thank you.

So Seokjin watched in curiosity as Jungkook slipped his underwear down his legs and kicked them off to the side, leaving himself completely bare to them all. He at first tried to cover his privates with his hands but Namjoon was having none of it. He took Jungkook by the wrists and yanked his hands to the side.

“Keep them at your sides,” Namjoon instructed. “Let your alphas and betas see.”

Jungkook whimpered, but when Namjoon let go of his wrists, his hands stayed put.

Seokjin exhaled as he drank in the sight of Jungkook fully nude. His shoulders, his tattoos, his little brown nipples begging for attention upon a muscled chest. The way Jungkook’s waist curved in and flowed into his hips. The little bit of hair at the base of Jungkook’s soft dick. It didn’t look much bigger than Seokjin remembered but he wouldn’t know for sure until they got him hard.

Seokjin drank it all in, as did everyone else. Jungkook twitched under their collective gaze, his hands every now and then making an aborted move back to his crotch before he stopped himself.

The inspection began.

Namjoon grabbed Jungkook’s junk, not too gently, and their maknae gasped. Namjoon moved Jungkook’s soft dick around, picking it up to reveal and touch his balls, then lightly pulling his dick to the side and every which way.

Seokjin didn’t think there was much point in this other than that Namjoon could, that Jungkook let him.

Once seemingly satisfied, Namjoon dropped Jungkook’s dick and turned towards Seokjin. “Jin,” he said, tilting his head towards Jungkook.

That was his cue. Seokjin stepped forward and grabbed the measuring tape he had in his pocket.

“Ah, hyung,” Jungkook breathed as Seokjin’s hand replaced Namjoon’s on his dick.

“Don’t get turned on yet, Jungkookie, this is very important,” Seokjin tsked. He let Jungkook’s dick rest on his left palm and lined up the flexible measuring tape to start at the tip of Jungkook’s dick. He held that there with his right thumb and spread the tape down to Jungkook’s pubic bone with the rest of his hand.

“4.5 inches soft,” Seokjin announced and he saw Hoseok noting it down on his phone.

Next, Seokjin wrapped the tape around the middle of Jungkook’s dick to get his girth. “3.9 inches,” he said aloud for Hoseok to also note down.

“Hmm,” Yoongi grunted. “The medium cage should fit him then.”

Jungkook lurched forward, colliding slightly into Seokjin. Seokjin settled him with a hand on his waist.

“Shhh, baby,” Seokjin told him. He dropped the measuring tape onto the coffee table then hauled Jungkook even closer to him with his arm around the younger’s waist. His free hand returned to Jungkook’s dick and began to stroke. “We need to get you hard first, see that knot you’ve been hiding for us.”

“H-hyung,” Jungkook whimpered. He leaned into Seokjin, head coming to rest on Seokjin’s shoulder. His hands finally left his own sides only to grasp at the back of Seokjin’s shirt.

His dick twitched in Seokjin’s grasp, finally starting to fill with blood and harden. The slide wasn’t as smooth as it could be with lube but the skin was still soft and malleable, especially when still mostly soft. As Jungkook got harder, a bump at the base of his dick began to appear, the start of his knot. It wouldn’t fully expand until he was cumming.

Jungkook moaned into Seokjin’s shoulder. His legs shook.

“Here, let’s get you more comfy,” Seokjin said and gently led Jungkook towards him while he stepped backwards to the couch Namjoon and Yoongi split apart on the couch so there was enough space for Seokjin to sit between them. He lowered himself down and pulled Jungkook onto his lap so that he was straddling Seokjin, naked thighs spread over Seokjin’s thin cotton pajama pants.

Jungkook was now fully hard.

Seokjin hummed as he grabbed Jungkook’s dick again and moved it about, inspecting it in its erected form. “You definitely got bigger,” he commented both as a comparison to the minutes ago when Jungkook was soft and to when Jungkook had been unpresented. “Let’s measure you again, shall we?”

Namjoon leaned forward to grab the measuring tape where Seokjin had left it on the coffee table. Seokjin moved his hand out of the way for Namjoon to drape the tape along Jungkook’s length.

“7.2 inches,” Seokjin read aloud. “Our big boy, aren’t you?”

Seokjin knew it wasn’t the biggest in this room, but it was certainly above average, and definitely bigger than the majority of betas, including his own.

Namjoon moved the tape to circle around the middle. “5.9 inches,” he said, then let the tape drop off the couch, measurements done.

The only other thing they’d measure was his knot once fully formed. While they didn’t know how much his dick would shrink with the bitching, the knot would entirely go away once Jungkook was bitched so measuring the knot as it got smaller throughout the process was one way to help track progress.

Jungkook looked a little uncomfortable with the measurements, possibly disgruntled at his own size? Seokjin couldn’t relate, not sure how there was any downside to having a bigger dick - well, unless you were so big that no one could fit you inside, but Jungkook certainly wasn’t that big. In fact, Seokjin knew that dick would feel lovely inside himself. He shifted underneath Jungkook at the thought.

Seokjin’s own dick had been slowly getting hard in his own pants this whole time. By now, there was a sizable bulge there. It was easy enough to ignore for the time being, especially with his lap full of pretty little Jungkook to focus on.

“Let’s get you off now,” Seokjin said and wrapped his hand back around Jungkook’s length.

“Here,” Yoongi said. He held a small bottle of lube in his hands that he must have grabbed from their small box of supplies at the side of the couch. He made no move to give it over but instead tipped it over Jungkook’s dick and let a few drops dribble out, landing on Jungkook’s skin coolly.

“Ah,” Jungkook gasped at the sensation.

On his next stroke, Seokjin’s palm caught the lube and spread it up and down Jungkook. He twisted his hand to get the underside as well. The glide was so much smoother with it.

“Hyung, hyung,” Jungkook whimpered, grinding his hips lightly into the air, not quite humping into Seokjin’s hand, but close to it.

“Doing so good, baby,” Seokjin praised.

Namjoon ran a hand down Jungkook’s back and Jungkook shuddered.

“Hnnn, shouldn’t - ah- shouldn’t I be making you cum?”

Seokjin chuckled.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that, don’t worry,” Namjoon answered. “This is going to be the last time I offer this Jungkook, would you like to knot someone? Just to see what it feels like before you're bitched?”

Jungkook’s hips jerked at the suggestion. “I-” he stuttered, falling forward into Seokjin’s chest and gasping as Seokjin gave a slightly harder squeeze on the next stroke up. Seokjin slowed his hand after that, allowing Jungkook to think more clearly.

Jungkook sat back up again and looked around. Seokjin followed his gaze. Namjoon and Yoongi were bracketing them in. The others had moved away from the couch. Jimin was sat on Hoseok’s lap on the big chair in the room. Hoseok was not so discreetly grinding himself up into Jimin’s ass while Jimin’s hand rested on the bulge of his pants, squeezing himself intermittently. Taehyung was perched on the arm of the chair, his hand down his pants.

Everyone’s movements paused as Jungkook glanced over them with his big eyes.

“I- I don’t know,” Jungkook mumbled, hiding his face in Seokjin’s shirt.

“It’s okay either way,” Yoongi told him. “I know several in this room would be happy to take your knot if you wanted.”

That was the damn truth, Seokjin thought. He would be delighted to have the pleasure of Jungkook’s cock inside him. He had even fingered himself earlier at the possibility. He knew they would offer it to Jungkook and he wanted to be prepped just in case. Jimin had done the same thing, since they couldn’t be sure who Jungkook would pick if he decided to go for it.

It was less likely that Jungkook would say he wanted to knot an alpha, but still a possibility. Taehyung or Hoseok would agree to it, at least.

Jungkook shifted in Seokjin’s lap, then finally popped his head up to peer at them. “N-no. I don’t want to knot anyone.” He bit his lip and ducked his head back down.

“Oh baby, that’s just fine,” Seokjin said. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit disappointed, but he certainly didn’t want an unwilling Jungkook fucking him. That could go wrong in many ways. He would just have to ask one of the alphas to fuck and knot him later. Jimin would probably be gagging for it too.

It was hard to stay disappointed with how sweet Jungkook looked in his lap though. The maknae sniffled and Seokjin cooed at him. “You’re just meant to be our sweet little omega, aren’t you? And omegas don’t have useful dicks for fucking, just holes to be fucked in.” He snuck his free hand around and squeezed one of his ass cheeks roughly.

Jungkook gasped wetly against Seokjin’s shoulder at that. “Hyung!” he cried.

“That’s right, Jungkookie,” Seokjin said. He swept his finger down Jungkook’s crack until it rested against his hole. “A little omega that needs to get fucked.”

Seokjin’s words weren’t completely true, of course. Omegas could fuck or be fucked as they wanted. Their dicks may be smaller or nonexistent in female omegas, but even small dicks could fuck someone and there was always the use of prosthetics and strap ons if they wanted more. They certainly wouldn’t let Jungkook fuck anyone during the bitching process as it could hinder the progress. The offer just now had been the exception, but there wouldn’t be more offers until Jungkook was fully bitched and it no longer mattered or he called the whole thing off and decided to stay an alpha.

Still, the whole point of the bitching process was to drive home that Jungkook was their bitch, which meant being at their mercy to fuck and use him as they pleased.

The words certainly seemed to have the intended effect on Jungkook who gripped at Seokjin’s clothes and panted into his shoulder. His hips jerked between Seokjin’s hand on his dick and the finger at his hole. “P-please.”

“Not yet,” Namjoon hissed, taking Seokjin’s wrist and removing Seokjin’s hand from Jungkook’s ass. “We’ll give his little hole the attention it needs after he cums.”

Namjoon was definitely not unaffected by Jungkook’s pleas either, if the bulge in his pants and his blown pupils were anything to go by, but when Seokjin met his eyes, Namjoon gave him a pointed look.

“Fine, fine,” Seokjin relented and let that hand rest on Jungkook’s hip instead. He increased his lazy stroking of Jungkook’s dick to a decent pace again.

“Hnng,” Jungkook whimpered, sounding disappointed there was nothing at his hole now. Seokjin almost snorted. It was almost hard to believe that Jungkook wasn’t already their omega, with how needy he was to get fucked just from a little pressure on his rim. But the growth of Jungkook’s knot at the base of his cock as he neared his orgasm was proof their baby was indeed an alpha.

At first Seokjin had been stroking over it, but now the base was too large to wrap his hand around fully so he settled on moving his hand over the top 3/4ths of Jungkook’s dick and let the knot bump against his hand on the down stroke.

Jungkook’s panting grew louder.

“That’s it, Kookie, you’re close aren’t you?” Yoongi said, leaning closer into their space.

“Yes,” Jungkook gasped. “ ‘m close.”

“Good boy,” Seokjin praised. He loved the way those two words made Jungkook shake and gasp in his hold.

“Come for hyungs,” Yoongi said. He thumbed at one of Jungkook’s nipples, lightly teasing the bud. “Come for your betas, for your alphas.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook cried and tensed up. It was the only warning Seokjin got as Jungkook started to cum. He moved his hand quickly to catch as much of Jungkook’s release as possible in his hand and not soil his pajama shirt anymore than necessary. His second hand he wrapped as best he could around Jungkook’s knot and squeezed gently and rhythmically.

“That’s it, good boy,” Yoongi praised, moving his hand to stroke down Jungkook’s back as he shook through his orgasm.

“Oooh,”Jungkook moaned, his orgasm ceasing but the sensitivity was still there with Seokjin’s hand around his knot.

Seokjin knew from the rest of their alphas that a hand around the knot was not nearly as good as a warm tight hole but it was certainly better than nothing. The knot wouldn’t last as long this way either so Seokjin had no qualm keeping the stimulation up until Namjoon had him move.

“Here, let me take the final measurement,” Namjoon said, nudging Seokjin’s hand out of the way before Jungkook’s knot could start to go down.

Jungkook gasped as the pressure around his knot let up. Yoongi had once described it as a sort of raw and vulnerable feeling, almost a bit painful and definitely uncomfortable, to have it out in the open so soon after an orgasm.

“7.9 inches around,” Namjoon said after he’d wrapped the tape measure around Jungkook’s knot. He let go of the tape and replaced it with his own big hand around Jungkook’s knot, giving a rough squeeze.

“Hnn,” Jungkook’s hips jerked at that.

“Aish, Jungkookie, you made a mess,” Seokjin wailed dramatically, holding up his hand wet with Jungkook’s cum. There was a fair amount, alphas generally came a lot. If Jungkook had fucked and knotted him, there would have been more.

Jungkook shot up from Seokjin’s shoulder and looked at him with wide eyes. “S-sorry.”

“That’s okay baby, but you should help clean it up,” Seokjin said and held his hand towards Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook glanced between Seokjin’s face and hand. He chewed his lower lip for a second then opened his mouth and slowly leaned in to lick up his own cum from Seokjin’s hand. He ran his tongue up and down Seokjin’s palm, collecting his own cum and swallowing it, and then took the fingers that were dripping with cum and sucked them into his mouth.

Fuck. Seokjin’s dick twitched in his pants. He heard a couple other collective moans around the room.

Seokjin’s fingers had to be well cleaned by now, but Jungkook continued sucking on them anyways. His eyes closed and his tongue rubbed along the underside. He whimpered occasionally as Namjoon continued to stimulate his knot that had started to go down, his cock softening as a whole.

Jungkook opened his eyes and met Seokjin’s own blown pupils. Jungkook pulled away, a high blush on his cheeks.

“What do you say to hyung for making you cum?” Yoongi asked.

Jungkook glanced at Yoongi then back to Seokjin and then down at his own lap. Namjoon had finally released his knot. “Thank you for making me cum, hyung.”

Seokjin ginned. “Very good, you’re welcome.”

Jungkook squirmed on Seokjin’s lap. With where he was looking, he must have seen the bulge in Seokjin’s pants. “Can I help you cum now, hyung?”

Seokjin opened his mouth to say yes but Yoongi spoke first.

“Not yet, bun,” Yoongi said and Seokjin shot him a glare. He would very much like Jungkook to repay the favor now especially when he asked so sweetly.

Yoongi ignored him. “We need to get your cock fitted in its cage first, then we can look at your hole.”

“Cage?” Jungkook looked at Yoongi in alarm. He must not have caught the word earlier.

“Hmhmm, little omegas don’t have a need for their dick so hyungs are going to lock it up for you so you don’t get any ideas,” Yoongi told him.

Jungkook pouted, and oh, Seokjin was glad there were others here to stay stern for him, as Seokjin wanted to give in and promise Jungkook all the orgasms he wanted from his dick.

Jungkook had to have known the cock cage was coming, it was given its own section in the article describing that while the bitching could be done without it, it made the process more efficient if the alpha couldn’t use their dick or even form a knot. Without it, the article mentioned to at least make sure the alpha never fucked or knotted anyone, and if they came, leave their knot unattended to give that uncomfortable feeling.

“Come on,” Yoongi guided Jungkook up from Seokjin’s lap with his hands on his waist and shoulder until he was standing in front of Yoongi.

“I’ve got it,” Taehyung called from the side as he stood up and went towards the little box of toys and tools they had by the couch. Taehyung picked up the box and dug through the few items in there, mainly the few different cock cages they had ordered of varying sizes, unsure of what would fit Jungkook. His hand emerged with one of the medium sizes and a package of wipes. “This should work, right hyung?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi held out his hand Taehyung placed the items in his open palm and returned the box to the floor.

Taehyung went around to the back of the couch to lean over and watch closely as Yoongi first cleaned Jungkook’s dick with one of the cleansing wet wipes. Jungkook twitched slightly at the touch, his dick likely still sensitive from his recent orgasm.

Once satisfied that Jungkook’s dick was clean of cum and lube, Yoongi placed the cock cage. The cage was metal, with little rings that would circle all the way down Jungkook’s dick, keeping it trapped and unable to form an erection. He would still be able to piss.

The bottom of the cage was a seperate ring from the rest of it and it snapped over the base of Jungkook’s dick snug. Then, Yoongi slid the rest of it up Jungkook’s dick and connected the two pieces together with a lock to keep it all secure. There was only a bit of room left between the head of Jungkook’s dick and the end of the contraption.

“How does it feel?” Yoongi asked.

“Ah, weird but it’s okay hyung, nothing hurts,” Jungkook said.

“Good. Now,” Yoongi placed his hands on Jungkook’s waist and quickly spun the maknae 180 degrees, causing Jungkook to stumble slightly. “Let’s take a look at your hole. Kneel down.”

Jungkook dropped to his knees.

“Bend over the coffee table,” Yoongi instructed and Jungkook followed, bending his torso over the little table.

Yoongi ran his hands down Jungkook’s back and let them settle on his ass. He squeezed, then pulled the cheeks apart, revealing the rim of Jungkook’s hole.

Seokjin leaned in. There was a bit of hair down there, not a lot compared to what Seokjin knew some men grew there, but still some.

“We should shave or wax him,” Hoseok said and Seokjin startled. Hoseok had also moved to behind the couch without Seokjin realizing. Jimin was there too, peering at Jungkook’s ass.

“Yeah, it’d be nice to see him all smooth,” Jimin added and the others all made noises of agreement.

Beneath Jungkook’s asshole and the hair there, there was the smooth skin between Jungkook’s asshole and his balls, his perineum. There was a faint thin pink line there. It would, if the bitching was successful, eventually open up into another hole, a vagina.

Male omega presentations were complicated genital wise. They weren’t the only subgender to go through genital changes, but it was the most involved. Male omegas dicks shrank by quite a bit and they gained an entire new hole, with some of their insides, such as the prostate, having to shift to accommodate for it.

Yoongi stroked the skin of Jungkook’s perineum, making Jungkook twitch and moan. It was a sensitive area for anyone, given the nerve endings there, and also given that in men, the prostate was not too far from the surface.

“You’re going to have such a pretty pussy for us one day,” Yoongi praised, pressing firmer into the skin with his thumb. “Will you want hyungs to fuck it?”

“Yes,’ Jungkook moaned. “Please. I want my pussy to open up for you to fuck it.”

“Mmhm,” Yoongi hummed. He moved his thumb back to Jungkook’s rim. “And this hole? Do you want hyungs to fuck your ass?”

“Uh-huh, yes. Want hyungs to fuck my ass, please,” Jungkook looked over his shoulder at all of them. His eyes were shining.

“And what about your mouth? Do you want hyungs to use that too?” Yoongi met Jungkook’s eyes.

Jungkook’s mouth parted slightly into an ‘O’. He nodded. “Yes, please, want hyungs to use all my holes, please.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Just a little cocksleeve for us, huh?”

Jungkook’s head dropped back down at that and he moaned, long and loud. He may not be capable of getting hard right then, but he was clearly still getting pleasure.

“Well, your little ass needs to get worked open, hyungs won’t be able to fuck it tonight,” Yoongi said.

“What?” Jungkook’s head shot back up to look at them. “But-”

Yoongi settled him with a light slap on his left ass cheek. Jungkook choked on his own words.

“Hyungs will decide when your ass is ready to be fucked, baby. We may be bitching you but we don’t want to tear you apart,” Yoongi scolded. He rubbed the slightly red cheek then squeezed it roughly.

Jungkook pouted but nodded, dropping his head back down once again.

“Now, hyung needs to know, have you ever put your fingers up your little hole?” Yoongi asked. His thumb began to massage around Jungkook’s rim.

“Yes.”

“How many?” Yoongi lightly tapped at the hole.

“Three.”

“Hmm, have you ever had anything else up your ass? A toy?”

They all knew Jungkook had never had penetrative sex of any kind and was thus a virgin in that regard, but that didn’t mean no toys.

“No, just - just my fingers,” Jungkook said.

Yoongi snorted. “And yet you think you’d be ready to take an alpha knot just like that. But don’t worry, you will be ready to stretch on our knots in no time.”

“Mmmhm, please,” Jungkook moaned.

Yoongi picked up the lube from earlier and dribbled a decent amount directly over Jungkook’s hole. He rubbed the lube in, going over the rim many times before he started to dip his pointer finger inside and then withdraw. Over and over and over again. Rub the outside, dip the tip of his finger in, withdraw.

Jungkook pushed back but Yoongi pinned him back to the coffee table with a hand on his ass. “Stay still.”

Jungkook gasped but his muscles relaxed at the order.

“Good boy,” Yoongi praised.

Finally, after what felt like forever even to Seokjin who was just watching the teasing and couldn’t imagine how torturous it would be for Jungkook waiting for the finger to slip inside, Yoongi dipped his finger in again and let it slide deeper, keeping it there this time.

Seokjin had had Yoongi’s fingers inside him many times before. Yoongi’s fingers always worked magic. Maybe it was the piano and guitar player in Yoongi. He knew how to control his hands and fingers so precisely.

Jungkook moaned loudly as Yoongi gently moved the finger inside of him.

Seokjin finally gave in and pulled down the hem of his pajama pants and let his hard dick slip free. His hand was still fairly wet from lube and Jungkook’s spit so the slide on his dick was wonderful. He was extra sensitive from how long he had been hard without touching himself too. It would not take much to make him cum.

Seokjin knew they wouldn’t get to fucking Jungkook today, even as Yoongi added in a second finger, skillfully stretching Jungkook’s rim and pressing on his prostate. It took time and effort to stretch an ass enough to take a cock. When Seokjin had first been introduced to anal sex, he’d had to work himself open using different sized plugs before he was able to fit an alpha’s dick. Now, his hole stretched easily with just a bit of warm up beforehand.

They may be able to get Jungkook ready for them with just fingers if they kept at it consistently though. Seokjin may even get the privilege of fucking him first, both being the oldest but also a beta who had a smaller and therefore more first time friendly dick. The first alpha would undoubtedly be Namjoon.

Namjoon also had his dick out finally. His eyes were glued to Jungkook’s ass, where Yoongi’s fingers disappeared inside. His breathing was heavy as he stroked himself.

Jungkook squirmed on the coffee table, even with Yoongi pinning down his hips. “Please, please,” he begged.

“What do you want, bun?” Yoongi asked.

“Want- ah-” Jungkook gasped. “Don’t know, just more, please.”

“Hmm, maybe you need a cock inside your mouth to help settle you” Yoongi slapped Jungkook’s ass.

“Oh, yes, please, I want that,” Jungkook cried.

“Let me,” Seokjin immediately stood up. There was no way he was going to let someone beat him into Jungkook's mouth. And why should he? He had done the majority of the work so far besides Yoongi.

Fortunately, no one argued as Seokjin circled around the coffee table and stood in front of Jungkook’s head that was angled towards Seokjin’s feet. Seokjin met Yoongi’s dark eyes and when Yoongi nodded, Seokjin dropped to his knees so that his waist and dick was at face-level for Jungkook.

Jungkook craned his neck upward and peered at Seokjin best he could. The movement caused Seokjin’s dick to graze against his cheek.

“Can I suck you off, hyung?” Jungkook asked and Seokjin moaned.

“Yeah, baby, suck me off,” Seokjin led his dick to Jungkook’s mouth who took the head in easily.

This, at least, was not new to Jungkook. He had given and received blow jobs while unpresented, though not nearly as often as the others did, so he was still a bit inexperienced in the way his mouth closed around Seokjin’s dick and trying to coordinate the movement of his tongue and head while creating suction with his lips. It didn’t help that Yoongi’s fingers were distracting him.

Still, it felt damn good, especially with the moans Jungkook was letting out, vibrating through Seokjin’s dick. Jungkook let go of his dick often in order to gasp in a breath and moan even louder but he quickly went back to his task, sucking Seokjin back into his wet warm mouth. Seokjin petted over his hair and whispered praises.

The sound of sex was increasing in the room. With Yoonig’s fingers delving into Jungkook’s ass, Jungkook sucking on Seokjin’s dick, and the others all touching themselves to the sight.

Jungkook was becoming even more uncoordinated and Seokjin thought he knew why. Yoongi had 3 fingers up his ass now and was likely stimulating his prostate from both the inside and the outside, drawing Jungkook closer to a different type of orgasm.

Seokjin took control over the blow job. He grabbed Jungkook’s hair on both sides of his head to hold the boy steady and gently rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock along the inside of Jungkook’s mouth. He didn’t go too deep, but just far enough to feel the slight resistance of Jungkook’s throat before he pulled back.

Jungkook was at least able to keep the suction on his dick. That was, up until he began shaking from Yoongi’s fingers. He gasped, mouth going loose on Seokjin’s dick, followed by his hips jerking in Yoongi’s hold as his prostate was milked. Seokjin couldn’t see from where he was, but Jungkook’s cock should have dribbled out a bit of clear fluid. It wasn’t a full orgasm, but Seokjin knew the feeling. It wasn’t any less intense, maybe even more so.

“Good boy,” Yoongi praised as he led him through the prostate orgasm. “That’s it, took my fingers so well, bun.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook cried, pulling himself completely off Seokjin’s dick and lowering the top of his head to rest on Seokjin’s thigh. He panted loudly. “Alpha.”

“So good, bun.” Yoongi pulled his fingers out of Jungkook’s ass. “So good for your alpha. Stay there.”

Yoongi tugged his hard dick out of his pants then kneeled right behind Jungkook on the floor. His dick rested in between Jungkook’s ass cheeks.

“Hnng, are you going to fuck me?” Jungkook asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Not today, bun, you’re still too tight,” Yoongi said. He began to move his hips, sliding his cock over Jungkook’s hole in the space between his cheeks. “Just going to use you to get off.”

“Ahh,” Jungkook turned back around.

“Go back to your task,” Yoongi ordered, reaching forward to take a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and lead him back to Seokjin’s dick.

Jungkook went back to sucking as Yoongi rutted against his ass. He was more focused again and Seokjin quickly felt the building of his orgasm.

“Gonna cum,” he warned and a few seconds later he was spilling inside Jungkook’s mouth with a drawn out moan. “Don’t let it spill, swallow it,” he warned Jungkook as he pulled his dick out. Jungkook’s throat bobbed as he swallowed Seokjin’s load. There was a bit of cum that leaked out right at the corner of Jungkook’s swollen lips. Seokjin thumbed at it and pushed it into Jungkook’s mouth who eagerly took it.

“Show hyung,” Seokjin told him.

Jungkook craned his head up and opened his mouth, showing that all the cum was gone.

“Mhmm, good boy,” Seokjin bent down and pressed a brief kiss to Jungkook’s open mouth.

“Make sure all your cum ends up in him,” Seokjin said to the others as he pulled away from Jungkook.

Jungkook ingesting their cum was an essential part of the bitching. The more the better. Just a little wouldn’t be enough. It wasn’t as if the other alphas hadn’t all had a taste of each other and none of them had been bitched by it. But by making sure Jungkook swallowed their loads over and over again, even multiple times a day, would help initiate the process.

Alpha cum was the most potent in that regard, but a beta’s cum also played an important role. There was a chance that if the alpha being bitched was only exposed to an alpha’s cum, their body may only change so far as to become a beta and not go all the way to an omega. They had to be shown that they were below both the alphas and the betas to force their body into omegahood.

That was probably true for a lot of the bitching aspects. Alphas were essential to kick starting the process but a beta was needed to help finish it.

Taehyung took Seokjin’s place by Jungkook’s head. He jerked his cock off on his own, only letting Jungkook mouth at the head but keeping the rest out of reach from him. They didn’t want to overwhelm him by having him give blowjobs to all of them today. There was plenty of time to work Jungkook up to that. His throat was probably already sore just from Seokjin’s.

It wasn’t long before Taehyung came inside Jungkook’s mouth. Seokjin reached down and wrapped a hand over Taehyung’s own over his knot. He came much longer than Seokjin had and Jungkook had to swallow the load continuously so as not to spill. Some still leaked down his chin but when Taehyung finally pulled back, Jungkook let them scoop the spilled cum into his mouth for him to swallow.

Yoongi was still rutting against Jungkook’s ass, but he began cursing, an indication he was close. Yoongi pulled back and let his dick spill its seed right over Jungkook’s hole with a few shots landing further up his back, painting him white. When he stopped cumming, he rubbed the cum into Jungkook’s skin, dipping some into Jungkook’s hole but mainly spreading it on Jungkook’s perineum.

That was the other good place for their cum to land. If it wasn’t going inside Jungkook, then rubbing it into his perineum acted as some sort of topical ointment to help the skin prepare to eventually open. Seokjin would be lying if he said he understood the science behind it, the same way he barely understood the bitching process really, only that according to the article, it worked.

Hoseok and Jimin took turns cumming into Jungkook’s mouth, while Namjoon took Yoongi’s place of rutting against Jungkook’s ass and coming over his hole.

“You’re going to make such a pretty omega, Jungkookie,” Jimin said after Jungkook had finished swallowing his load. He bent down and kissed Jungkook’s cheek.

For as much as Jimin had been the most hesitant about the process, he was clearly still into what had happened today. Maybe it was seeing Jungkook’s enthusiasm for it, or getting a clearer picture of what Jungkook might act like if he were their omega.

“Thank you,” Jungkook murmured. He let his head drop, clearly exhausted. “Thank you hyungs.”

“Of course, baby,” Seokjin said. “We’re gonna make you the best little omega there is.”

Jungkook giggled at that and turned his head sideways to give Seokjin a small smile.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Namjoon said, pulling at Jungkook’s hips and stomach to bring him up off the table and then lift him up into his arms bridal style. Jungkook giggled more and turned his nose into Namjoon’s shoulder where his scent was strong.

“Alpha,” Jungkook murmured and Namjoon rumbled as he carried him away to the bathroom.

This was only just a start. They would have to push Jungkook much further to fully bitch him, but Seokjin had no doubts that they would accomplish it. With the 6 of them, and one willing maknae, there was nothing they couldn’t achieve.

Chapter Text

Jungkook’s presentation had come with warning signs. A few days beforehand, he had felt extra hot, tugging on his shirt throughout the day while he went through his vocal and then dance practice. He drank extra water and did his best to cool off, but the relief never came. He felt hot and nauseous the next day, but was still able to power through his schedule.

It wasn’t until the third day of him feeling off that he brought it up to his hyungs. Along with the heat and nausea, he also felt a bit restless and maybe even a bit horny, which was a feeling he didn’t usually get unprompted since he was unpresented, so it was odd he would feel it now, with as sick as he was.

When Jungkook had explained it to them, they had looked between each other with this knowing glint in their eye and even before they could spell it out to him, it clicked in his mind. He was about to present.

Jungkook felt giddy with the information. His hyungs told him to go home and take it easy and for once, Jungkook had no qualms in listening. He was going to present, finally!

He had been waiting forever to present and be able to join in with the pack the way he truly wanted. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be an omega for them. There wasn’t any official data on it, but Jungkook had read online that the more an unpresented was around alphas, the more likely their biology would lean towards omega to even out the dynamics. And Jungkook was around plenty of alphas all the time, 4 of them to be precise, plus plenty more that he was exposed to in the industry.

Jungkook would make an amazing omega for his hyungs. He would build the best nests for them. Omegas were supposed to be doted on, and Jungkook already loved being doted on by his hyungs and he thought they enjoyed it too.

He would also be amazing at taking the alpha’s knots. Jungkook shuddered at the idea, his cock chubbing up a bit. He knew the betas could take the alpha’s knots too, but they got easily exhausted during one of the ruts, they weren’t built to take it that many times. An omega was, and Jungkook was eager for it. His first heat would get to be his first taste of it, Jungkook would invite the entire pack to fuck him. Who wouldn’t want an omega in heat begging for their dicks? He would even gain another hole for it during his first heat. Another place to be filled.

Jungkook had never been fucked before. He had given a few blowjobs to everyone in the pack, but he’d never had anything up his ass before besides a few of his fingers. He didn’t even do it that often. He just liked to image the day where he was presented and his sex drive was fully there and he could fully give himself to his hyungs and let them use him.

At home, Jungkook gathered a few extra pillows and blankets from his hyung’s room, and then went back to make sure he had some items from everyone so that all of their scents would be there for him. He needed a nest for his heat.

He piled up the blankets and pillows on his bed, rearranging them, and then shifting them again and then again. He frowned, it didn’t feel quite right. Maybe the scents weren’t even? But they smelled fairly evenly spread.

He tried again, taking everything off the bed and starting from scratch. Maybe if the blankets were folded neatly this time, he would like it. But no, he still wasn’t satisfied once it was done. Well, he wasn’t exactly dissatisfied either, he mostly just felt nothing about it, but it was that indifferent feeling that somehow made him feel worse.

The cramps in his stomach increased and Jungkook whined, frustrated at himself. Maybe it was just too soon to nest. He hadn’t fully presented so the nesting instinct probably hadn’t kicked in yet.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Jungkook resigned himself to the sorry state of his nest and started to prepare for the rest of his heat. He would need water and easy food within reach. Fortunately, the pack had a stash of rut food and water that would work just as well for his heat. He grabbed a bunch of it and hauled it to his room.

With that, Jungkook changed into soft pajamas and crawled into his bed and settled in the middle.

His heat probably wouldn’t start for awhile so Jungkook let himself get on his phone and play games to distract himself from the churning in his stomach.

Later that evening, Yoongi knocked on his door and poked his head in. “How are you feeling, Kook?”

“Mmmh,” Jungkook picked his head up from its pillow to peer at his hyung. “Hot, but it hasn’t started yet.”

“It smells like it’ll be soon,” Yoongi said. “Probably sometime tonight.”

“You can smell me?” Jungkook gasped. He wanted to ask what he smelled like, but he refrained.

“Yeah, bun, just a little” Yoongi smiled. “Smells good. Give us a call if you need anything. Hyungs will be happy to help you through it if you want.”

“Okay, hyung,” Jungkook nodded.

When Yoongi left, Jungkook pressed his face into his pillow and squealed. He had a scent! He smelled nice! They would all fuck him soon! Jungkook couldn’t wait to be dripping wet and split open on a cock.
Except, when Jungkook woke up in the middle of the night, there wasn’t the wet slickness between his legs. He must still not be in heat yet, he rationalized, but he did feel extremely horny, more so than he had ever felt before. In fact, his dick felt almost like it was burning. His nose felt like it was burning too and Jungkook shifted in his bed. Something didn’t smell right.

He kicked off the blankets over him and sat up. There was a sizable tent in the front of Jungkook’s pajamas. He ignored it for the moment as he moved around in his bed. His bed smelled all wrong.

Jungkook growled and kicked off most of his blankets and pillows from his bed. They were all wrong, too much, too aggressive, smelled too much like alphas. He moved any source of that smell to his closet and then made his way back to his bed. That was much better.

Without the intruding scents in his nose, Jungkook turned his attention to where it really wanted to be, the burning in his crotch. He pulled his pants down and he let his dick spring free. It was hard and an angry red and already dripping precum. He wrapped a hand around it and felt instant relief except -

Jungkook swallowed and gazed down at his own erection with wide eyes. Except there was a bump at the base of his dick. A sizable bump that was already growing. Jungkook tore his hand away from his dick, ignoring the burning that begged for his hand back.

No no no no no no.

Jungkook looked closer at his dick. It definitely looked bigger than he had remembered it. Omega dicks were supposed to shrink upon presentation, not get bigger. He definitely shouldn’t have a bump or- or a knot at the base of his dick.

This was all wrong.

His cock wept and it hurt to have nothing on it, stimulating it. But Jungkook didn’t want to touch his own dick, he didn’t want to see it. So instead Jungkook turned on his stomach and rut against the sheets. It helped relieve some of the pain. When he finally worked himself up to an orgasm, it felt good but it also hurt with nothing around his knot. He braved a look down at himself to see how big the knot had gotten.

It seemed huge, too big. Jungkook tentatively wrapped a hand around it and began to cry at the sensation. It felt good, but also wrong. An ugly sob bubbled its way out of him and Jungkook cried into the sheets.

By the time his hyungs woke up and found him, Jungkook had mostly cried himself out. The redness of his eyes and little bit of tears left could be passed as normal symptoms of a rut. Ruts were exhausting, both physically and mentally, so some tears weren’t unexpected.

“Aish, Jungkook-ah, why didn’t you come fetch one of us when it started?” Seokjin said almost immediately after opening the door and catching sight of Jungkook. “We could’ve helped.”

“No,” Jungkook said. He turned away from the door. He didn’t need Seokjin to see his shame.

“No?” Seokjin asked. “Isn’t it painful? It doesn’t have to be so bad, I can take your knot. Or Jiminie.”

“No!” Jungkook shouted. He gripped the sheets. He was shaking. “I don’t want help, leave me alone.”

“Baby,” Seokjin said and Jungkook could hear the pity in his voice. “Are you sure? It’s much worse on your own.”

“Please,” Jungkook whined. “I’m sure, just leave me alone.”

“Okay, we’ll still come in and check if you’re eating, okay?”

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed. He didn’t want anyone near him at all, but he knew he wouldn’t win that argument.

The rest of his rut passed painfully. It took a few days. He only jerked himself off to completion once, the rest of the time he pressed himself to the sheets or a pillow and humped his dick against them. He tried to hold back a few times, but the burning in his dick always got to be too much and he caved. He tried not to touch his knot once he came, but that too was highly uncomfortable and Jungkook usually wrapped his hand around it, tearing up while he did so.

One of the betas came in and checked on him every now and then. Namjoon had tried at one point and Jungkook had growled at him, offended at the scent of another alpha in his space. When Namjoon had backed off and left, Jungkook had only cried more. That was wrong, he wasn’t supposed to growl at Namjoon, he was supposed to beg for his alpha to help him, to fill him.

He was supposed to be an omega, not an alpha.

—

Jungkook ran his hand along his collar. He had barely been able to stop touching the collar since his hyungs had put it on for him last night, pressing a hand against it even as he slept. It was a comfortable weight around his neck, not too heavy or light, not too tight or loose, not too thick or thin, just perfect.

Jungkook stood in the bathroom in the morning just admiring the collar around his neck. He was so happy he had the pack he had. The collar was a mark that they were really going through this- bitching him. Most of them had seemed so hesitant when Jungkook had explained what he wanted. He definitely hadn’t gone about it in the best way, but it still got him here, with their ownership around his neck.

A knock on the bathroom door startled Jungkook from his thoughts. Jungkook could smell Taehyung on the other side before the other even spoke.

“Jungkook, stop hogging the bathroom,” Taehyung called.

“Sorry!” Jungkook said and hurriedly tugged the door open.

Taehyung’s hand was raised as if to knock again, he dropped it and dragged his eyes down Jungkook’s form. Jungkook was dressed in just his sweatpants, torso naked. Jungkook squirmed slightly at the weight of Taehyung’s eyes but he didn’t hide himself. It wasn’t as if Taehyung hadn’t seen him naked just yesterday.

“Good, come here,” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, the same one with the bracelet, and tugged him out of the bathroom and down the hall.

“Wha-?” Jungkook asked, stumbling at first before he caught his feet beneath him and followed after Taehyung.

“You need a morning fingering and milking session,” Taehyung explained. They reached Taehyung’s bedroom and Taehyung pushed Jungkook through the door. “I volunteered for today, so be a good boy and get on the bed and present.”

There was that alpha order again, the first one he had ever heard from Taehyung. Jungkook hadn’t thought Taehyung’s voice could get any more sexy, and yet that one single word sent tingles down Jungkook’s spine.

He didn’t feel any compulsion to follow it, at least, no more than what he would to a normal request. He still felt the urge to be good and to listen, but he knew he could refuse if he wanted, he just didn’t want to.

Jungkook kneeled on top of Taehyung’s bed and pressed his chest to the bedding. His ass stayed in the air, facing Taehyung.

For what felt like an eternity, Taehyung left Jungkook alone on the bed. All Jungkook could hear was his own breathing, with a few random thuds of Taehyung’s feet on the floor and the sliding of a drawer open and closed. All he could see was the bedding and the wall he faced. Taehyung didn’t touch him. Jungkook wasn’t even sure where in the room Taehyung was anymore. Was he looking at him?

Jungkook propped himself up on his hands and twisted around to find Taehyung.

“Eh, Stay down,” Taehyung ordered, right as Jungkook spotted him a few steps behind him.

Jungkook whined but turned himself back and lowered his chest to the bedding again. Fuck, if it wasn’t for the cage around his dick, he was sure he would have gotten hard by Taehyung’s words and the vulnerable position by themselves.

He still wasn’t sure how he felt about the cock cage. It was a heavier weight around down there then he was used to carrying around, and getting hard and jerking off and coming did feel nice. At the same time, he didn’t want to deal with his knot again, so he was thankful it prevented that.

Finally, Taehyung placed a hand on Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook tensed at the sudden touch, then relaxed, sinking into the bed even further.

Taehyung squeezed Jungkook’s ass through his sweats. He added his second hand on the other side and rhythmically squeezed and let go. Jungkook did his best to stay still and let Taehyung do as he pleased. His breathing got more ragged.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook’s sweats down around his thighs. “Such a sweet ass, baby,” he squeezed, even harder than before and Jungkook gasped. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Please,” Jungkook begged, pushing back into Taehyung’s hand and craning his head back slightly so he could peer at the alpha.

Taehyung swatted his ass. There was no real power behind it but Jungkook still jolted forward a bit.

“You don’t get to decide that, baby. That’s for your pack to decide when you’re ready to be a bitch for us,” Taehyung told him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed. “I’ll be a good bitch for you, I will.”

Taehyung spanked him again. “What did I just say?”

“Ah,” Jungkook gasped. “I know, I don’t get to decide when you’ll fuck me, but I will be a good bitch when you do.”

“Hmm,” Taehyung hummed. He traced his finger down Jungkook’s crack and pressed against his hole. “I’m sure you will be, baby, once we’ve trained you how to be.”

Jungkook bit his lip and didn’t say anything back. He wanted to protest and say he didn’t need to be trained, he was already a good bitch, except well, he did sort of need to be trained. Maybe he could obey, but at some point his inner alpha would likely fight back and that would have to be tamed.

Jungkook still thought they were going slow about this. He was sure he could have taken a dick in his ass yesterday and today after Taehyung fingered him open. He wasn’t sure why they hadn’t fully fucked him. They could have had all of them fuck him open. Fucking the bitch to exhaustion, using them without consideration of their own feelings, was part of the process. And Jungkook could take it, he was sure he could.

He felt incredibly happy about last night and getting all of their cum in his mouth or on his ass, but he still wasn’t sure what exactly their angle was or why they hadn’t gone further.

As if reading Jungkook’s mind, Taehyung pet along Jungkook’s hip. “Trust us, okay, baby?”

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded. He turned his head further into the bedding.

“Good,” Taehyung said. There was a click and then the slight cold feeling of lube dripping onto Jungkook’s hole. Taehyung rubbed it in with his fingers.

“Hmm,” Jungkook moaned as Taehyung pushed a finger inside of him. The stretch of one finger didn’t feel like much, even to Jungkook’s virgin hole. It just felt nice. Two fingers felt a little uncomfortable at first but Jungkook quickly adjusted and enjoyed the stretch as Taehyung pumped them in and out.

Three fingers took slightly longer to adjust to, but they worked inside of him so nicely, especially when Taehyung pressed on his prostate.

Jungkook was finding that someone else’s fingers felt way better than his own inside himself. It was a combination of the angle and just the knowledge that it was one of his hyung’s working him open. Jungkook moaned into the sheets.

It didn’t take long for something like an orgasm to wash through him. He moaned and twitched through it and his cock let out a dribble of clear fluid.

“That’s it, good boy,” Taehyung pumped his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling them out completely and wiping them on Jungkook’s ass. “Now, squeeze your thighs together and let me get off with them.”

Jungkook wasn’t entirely sure what Taehyung meant by that but he did as he was told, pressing his thighs together.

Taehyung pulled his dick out, already hard, and pressed it between Jungkook’s thighs. “There you go,” he said and began to thrust between the space he created in Jungkook’s thighs.

Jungkook gasped and glanced down beneath his body. Taehyung’s dick dragged against his thighs and balls. When Taehyung was pushed all the way against him, the tip of his dick pushed through, then disappeared when Taehyung pulled back. Jungkook reached a hand down and made an open fist for the part of Taehyung’s dick that pushed through his thighs.

“Oh, very good,” Taehyung praised and began to fuck his thighs faster. “You’re already learning your place, to please alpha cock.”

Jungkook whimpered and continued to watch the tip of Taehyung’s dick appear and disappear through his fist.

“Gonna cum,” Taehyung warned. “Keep your thighs pressed together tightly.”

Jungkook squeezed his thighs together even harder and Taehyung pushed his knot through them and began to cum. Ropes and ropes of cum shot from Taehyung’s dick as he moaned, hitting the bedding and Jungkook’s torso. A bit even made it all the way to Jungkook’s chin and cheeks.

Taehyung pulled back before he was completely finished, and let the last of his cum land on Jungkook’s ass and perineum. He rubbed it in, then pulled Jungkook’s underwear and sweats back up.

“There, all done,” Taehyung patted his ass.

Jungkook kneeled up and turned halfway in Taehyung’s direction. There was cum all along his torso and some dripping down his cheeks.

“Oh, messy boy,” Taehyung said as if the mess wasn’t his fault. “Need to clean it up.”

Taehyung wiped the cum on Jungkook’s cheek off with his thumb and led it to Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook sucked it in eagerly and almost whined when Taehyung pulled his thumb back out. Jungkook’s mouth wasn’t empty for long though. Taehyung collected more of his own cum from Jungkook’s body on his fingers and pressed it all onto Jungkook’s tongue, then pulled back out and repeated until Jungkook’s body was as clean as it could get with this method.

Taehyung eyed the cum on the bed. “Here,” he said and grabbed the back of Jungkook’s head and pushed him down till Jungkook’s face was right next to the long puddle of cum there.

“Lick it up,” Taehyung said. “You can’t waste a drop of alpha’s cum.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jungkook said and obediently licked the cum up that hadn’t already soaked into the bedding. Fortunately, Jungkook had always found that he liked the taste of his hyung’s cum and while licking it up was a little degrading, he still loved it. Taehyung only released his head once Jungkook was finished.

“Next time, I’m putting a towel down,” Taehyung commented. He patted Jungkook’s ass again. “Go find Jinnie-hyung in the kitchen, he should have made you breakfast.”

Jungkook stood from the bed, his legs slightly wobbly beneath him. “Thank you, Alpha.”

“You’re welcome,” Taehyung smiled and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s lips, making Jungkook smile too.

Jungkook trotted out of the room to the kitchen, wondering what Seokjin had in store for him. Maybe he’d get to suck the beta off again?

—

Whatever Seokjin had cooked up smelled damn good as Jungkook entered the kitchen. The beta was in front of the stove, stirring the pan.

“Ah, Jungkook, have a seat, food is almost ready,” Seokjin said when he noticed Jungkook.

“Do you need help?” Jungkook asked, even as he sat down at the table like Seokjin requested. Jungkook could feel Taehyung’s cum in his underwear when he sat. He wrinkled his nose. He knew he needed to leave it there, for it to dry and for his skin to absorb a bit but it still felt gross.

“No, I’ve got it,” Seokjin shook his head and even reached out to turn the stove off. He left the food there and fetched a reusable bottle from the fridge that he set in front of Jungkook. “Here, drink this.”

Jungkook uncapped the bottle as Seokjin went back to the stove and started to plate the food, and leaned in and took a sniff of the contents. It was banana milk.

Honestly, Jungkook was unsure why he was getting one of his favorite treats this morning and a homemade meal, but he wasn’t about to let it go to waste. Maybe his hyungs just wanted to start off the bitching by letting him know they still loved him. It was silly, Jungkook would never doubt that, especially because they were going through with the bitching, something that had to have taken a lot of love from his hyungs.

Jungkook sipped at the banana milk but as soon as it hit his tongue he recoiled a bit, more from surprise than disgust. Something was off with the taste. It was slightly more bitter and salty than he was used to. Not in an overwhelming way where it tasted bad, but just slightly different and therefore unexpected. He took another sip. Yes, just different. It still tasted good.

“Do you like it?” Seokjin asked and Jungkook looked up. Seokjin was watching him closely, like he was studying Jungkook’s reactions and waiting for something to give.

But why would he care so much about plain banana milk?

“It’s good,” Jungkook said, taking another sip. Seokjin smiled proudly, which confused Jungkook even more. Wait - maybe - Jungkook took a long drink, his eyebrows scrunched as he tried to decipher why the drink tasted different. “Does - Does it have your - ?”

Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to say the word in case he was wrong, but the way Seokjin smirked all but answered it.

“Not mine, but one of your alphas,” Seokjin confirmed.

Oh. Fuck. Jungkook drank more. He had to stop himself from downing it all in one go. Had one of the alphas jerked off directly into the bottle, letting their cum settle at the bottom before pouring the milk over it? Or did they mix in the cum afterwards?

It probably wasn’t Taehyung’s, but was it Namjoon’s? Hoseok’s? Yoongi’s?

The only downside to this was the fact that Jungkook hadn’t been able to help them cum or get it directly from the source. He pouted at the thought, suddenly less keen at drinking the milk.

“Aish, don’t look so down,” Seokjin scolded. He placed a plate of fried rice with plenty of eggs and vegetables in front of Jungkook. “Do you not like it?”

“No, it tastes good, I just,” Jungkook frowned and squirmed in his seat. “I could have given them a blow job, that’s all.”

Seokjin chuckled and rolled his eyes. “A steady stream of cum throughout the day is better than just a few isolated times, so bottling it and mixing it with milk seemed to be a good compromise since we have busy schedules and we’re trying to keep this under wraps so we can’t just pull out our dicks in the middle of the day to give you what you need.”

Jungkook blushed. “Oh, okay.”

“You don’t have to drink that all at once,” Seokjin informed. “But we do have more in the fridge.”

“More?” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Yes,” Seokjin confirmed. “Luckily, your alphas produce plenty of cum, and like I said, you should be drinking it throughout the day. The more the better. There’s three other bottles in there right now. We can replenish them daily.”

One for each of the alphas then. Jungkook almost moaned at just that knowledge.

“Now eat too.” Seokjin nudged the food closer.

Jungkook picked up his chopsticks but before he picked up any, he looked up at Seokjin. “Does this also have- ?”

Seokjin just smirked again and shrugged.

Jungkook took a bite and while he didn’t know for sure, he thought the sauce may be a bit extra salty than he was used to in Seokjin’s cooking. He figured the answer was yes. He devoured the meal quickly.

“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook said when he finished.

“You’re very welcome, baby,” Seokjin smiled.

“Can I thank hyung properly?”

Seokjin leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. “And how do you propose to do that?”

Jungkook glanced down at Seokjin’s crotch. He thought he could see the start of a sizable bulge there. His mouth watered. He met Seokjin’s eyes again that were dark with lust.

“Answer me,” Seokjin said, his voice dipping lower. He didn’t have the ability to alpha command, but Jungkook thought that if Seokjin could, those words would have been laced with it.

Jungkook swallowed. “I can blow you.”

“That seems like just another reward for you,” Seokjin teased darkly.

Jungkook whined. “Please, I’ll make you feel good, hyung, you can do whatever you want with my mouth.”

Seokjin chuckled but unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his half-hard dick out. “Alright, come on then, show me how much you loved my cooking.”

Jungkook rushed to stand from his chair, almost knocking it over in the process, then bounced over to Seokjin and fell to his knees in front of him. He looked up at Seokjin, the older’s dick was in the corner of his eyesight as he focused in on Seokjin’s face. He looked so much more intimidating from this angle.

“Come on, we have to head out soon,” Seokjin tapped his dick against Jungkook’s lips and Jungkook wasted no more time.

Jungkook placed his hands on Seokjin’s thighs and licked at the tip, then ran his mouth down and up the length while Seokjin held the base of his dick steady for him. Jungkook caught Seokjin’s eyes with his own when he took the tip inside his mouth and sucked.

“That’s it, good boy,” Seokjin settled his free hand in Jungkook’s hair but didn’t pull or push.

Jungkook slid further down until the tip of Seokjin’s dick lightly touched the start of his throat and then came back up. Beta cocks were perfect for giving a blow job. It was a comfortable weight on his tongue and it didn’t overstretch his mouth. He could actually take it all the way to base. It allowed him to focus on his technique of hollowing his cheeks and sucking and running his tongue along the bottom versus just trying to fit it inside.

Jungkook set a quick pace, knowing Seokjin wanted to finish fast. He choked a few times on the way down when he took it deep but he loved the feeling. He stayed down there once or twice and let his throat spasm around the tip before he got his gag reflex under control and could just take it, then he came back up and got back to his rhythm.

Seokjin moaned at his movements and Jungkook could tell he was close by the way his fingers started to grab his hair and lightly tug. He wasn’t trying to move Jungkook, just ground himself. Jungkook renewed his efforts and a few seconds later Seokjin was coming down his throat. Jungkook pulled back just far enough so that it would land on his tongue for him to taste.

“Fuck,” Seokjin sighed as he pulled out of Jungkook’s mouth with his quickly softening dick.

Jungkook swallowed the cum left on his tongue.

“Let me see,” Seokjin ordered and tapped Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open and Seokjin peered inside. He dipped his fingers inside and pushed Jungkook’s tongue around in order to see beneath it and to the sides. He pulled back once he deemed that Jungkook had swallowed it all.

“Good boy.”

“Thank you for the cum, hyung,” Jungkook gave the tip of Seokjin’s dick a light kiss then stood up giggling.

“Brat,” Seokjin scoffed under his breath while he grabbed a few napkins from the counter and wiped the spit off his dick before tucking it back away. “Go get ready, we need to head out.”

Jungkook nodded and rushed back to his room to finally finish changing. The taste of his hyungs cum fresh on his tongue.

Chapter Text

Jungkook was not happy about taking his collar off before leaving their apartment. Namjoon did it for him since they left together along with several of the boys.

It astounded Jungkook that he’d only had the collar around his neck barely over half a day and most of the time had been spent sleeping, and yet the removal of it made his neck feel bare and vulnerable, and like he was missing an integral part of himself.

Jungkook had to shake the feeling that it meant his hyungs didn’t want him. He knew that was too dramatic. It’d be highly questionable to be seen by others in it, especially since he was still going out in the world as unpresented. It would cause a scandal, and tarnish their reputation.

Jungkook had carefully applied scent blockers that morning as well to keep his scent hidden. If anyone smelled his new alpha scent, it would be all over the news in the matter of hours. It didn’t matter if Jungkook okayed the story or not, he wouldn’t be consulted.

They might be able to keep the news under wraps within the company building with all the NDAs the employees signed, but even that was risky. It only took so much money before someone would spill, NDAs be damned.

Jungkook’s presentation was highly anticipated by the masses. He didn’t think it really mattered, but for some reason people were nosy and thought that the presentation of celebrities was everyone’s business. It had always irked him, and brought another level of anxiety to his eventual presentation because everyone always had so many judgements based on your second gender.

It was hard to do away with stereotypes. Jungkook knew alphas didn’t have to be a certain way, he had his hyungs to thank for that. Omegas didn’t have to be a certain way either.

It didn’t change the fact that Jungkook wanted to be an omega. There was just something inside of him that yearned for it so deeply, he didn’t fully understand other than that being an alpha felt fundamentally wrong to him, somehow.

Jungkook knew though that many would love to hear that he had presented as an alpha. It was probably the most popular guess of what his second gender would be, or maybe it was just the fans behind the theory who were the loudest. Jungkook had read some analyses pointing out his ‘alpha’ traits. It always made him feel weird. They didn’t have to be alpha traits at all, he knew that. But sometimes he let that noise get into his head and felt wrong for wishing to be an omega.

But, when Jungkook turned off that thinking and focused only on what he wanted, he knew he was making the right decision. He wanted this, probably only second to wanting to be a part of BTS and with the members (even if they were no longer famous and it was just them 7, Jungkook would want to be with them). It was why he would’ve accepted their no to bitching him and still be happy to be with them, even if he couldn’t be an omega, but he was glad he had such wonderful hyungs that would give him both.

Jungkook knew he wasn’t the only one in the world who presented as an alpha but longed to be an omega. When he had done his research, he had found blogs of others detailing the same wish, to be bitched into omegas. Most of them were written in English but a few in Korean as well, and probably other languages he hadn’t looked at.

Unfortunately, the world at large saw the process as brutal and barbaric.

Maybe it was, Jungkook supposed. But only temporarily, and it would be worth it.

The article hadn’t been written from the perspective of the bitchee being willing, but it was the most detailed thing Jungkook had found. He did cringe at the fact that the information probably had been gathered in a non consensual way and probably used by others to force it as well.

But Jungkook couldn’t solve that issue. He could only solve his issue, and use the information available for it.

It was just another reason why no one could know he had presented as an alpha already. If the world would criticize them for putting a collar around an unpresented’s neck, it would tear them apart if they learned the group was bitching Jungkook. It would be assumed that Jungkook was being forced into it, when he wasn’t, when it was Jungkook’s choice to begin with.

So Jungkook reluctantly left their home with a bare neck and scent hidden away. He at least had the bracelet to ground himself and remind him that he was a part of the pack and that the others loved him so much as to bitch him.

It helped knowing that he was carrying a water bottle full of banana milk and his hyung’s cum. He didn’t know whose, or if it was a mixture. But the thought that he would be sipping it throughout the day, that he had more of waiting for him at home, made him giddy and horny.

Jungkook’s dick could only twitch and attempt to fill with blood and get hard before the cage stopped it almost immediately, leaving him sexually frustrated. Though probably better than working with a boner for the entire day. He longed for the day where the cage wouldn’t be necessary, when his cock was smaller and didn’t have a knot to go with it.

Fortunately, Jungkook’s schedule wasn’t too heavy that day. The boys seemed to have planned the start of this to go with a few of their easier days before their schedule would pick back up again. Or maybe it was a coincidence, Jungkook wasn’t sure.

He had dance practice, then vocal lessons, then time to himself to work on several of his own projects, or even just relax and game.

Jungkook swapped between sipping the banana milk mixture and his water to keep himself hydrated.

Near the end of his dance practice, Hoseok entered the room. At first, Jungkook thought the other would join in but Hoseok only stood on the side, next to the pile of Jungkook’s things.

Jungkook almost stuttered in his movements from feeling the alpha’s eyes on him. He wanted to head to him and drop at Hoseok’s feet on his knees and see what the alpha wanted of him, of how Jungkook could please him.

But his dance instructor was there, observing and correcting some of Jungkook’s movement so Jungkook let the thoughts simmer in the back of his mind, knowing he only had 20 minutes left before the end. His dick twitched helplessly in his pants, and the bit of sting from the cage helped ground him.

At a break, Jungkook trotted over to Hoseok and picked up his bottle full of the milk.

“Hi, hyung,” Jungkook greeted before he took several long sips.

“Hi,” Hoseok smiled wide and eyed the bottle in Jungkook’s hands. “Have you been drinking hyungs’ gift?”

“Mmhm,” Jungkook nodded. “It’s good, thank you.”

“I’m glad, we’d hope it’d taste good for you.”

“It does!” Jungkook insisted. He set the bottle down and wrapped his arms around Hoseok so he was hugging his hyung from behind. He loved how Hoseok so easily fit in his hold.

Hoseok laughed and interlaced his fingers with Jungkook.

The instructor paid them no mind. This was far from an abnormal interaction between the boys.

“Now, be a good boy and finish your dance practice for hyung,” Hoseok said, tilting his head around to whisper the words to Jungkook. “Then meet me at my studio once you're done.”

Hoseok extracted himself from Jungkook’s arm and Jungkook let him, caught off guard by Hoseok’s words. What were they going to do in Hoseok’s studio after? He didn’t get the chance to ask before the door swung closed after Hoseok left.

Jungkook returned to dancing , half distracted by the possibilities of what he would soon get up to and half invigorated by it. He messed up a few simple choreographies until his instructor nearly yelled at him and Jungkook forced himself to pay attention.

At the end of their session, Jungkook left in a hurry, barely hearing his instructor yelling out to him to remember to stretch.

Jungkook arrived at Hoseok’s private studio in record time after leaving the practice room. He hadn’t bothered to change or wipe himself down so he was still in his sweaty clothes. He couldn’t bring himself to care.

Hoseok opened the door at Jungkook’s third knock and ushered the younger inside before he shut the door and clicked the lock down.

Jungkook’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. He was alone in Hoseok’s locked, private, and soundproof studio with the alpha.

“Didn’t even bother to wash up, did you?” Hoseok commented as he eyed Jungkook up and down.

Jungkook squirmed. “No, hyung, wanted to get here fast.”

“So eager,” Hoseok cooed and pushed Jungkook’s chest with his hand.

If Jungkook wanted to, he could easily resist the force, but he let the push guide him backwards until the back of his legs hit the couch in Hoseok’s studio and Jungkook was forced to bend his knees and sit down. Hoseok loomed above him.

“Get naked and present yourself on the couch for me. I need to give you your midday milking.”

Jungkook swallowed but only hesitated a bit before stripping off his shirt. The cool air of the studio felt nice against his flushed skin. He stood again to take off his shoes and pants, then knelt on the couch sideways and pressed his chest to the leather so that his ass was up in the air. Jungkook’s caged dick hung beneath him.

Meanwhile, Hoseok drank him in. Jungkook was pretty sure that there was a sizable bulge in Hoseok’s pants. He hoped Hoseok would let him take care of it after whatever Hoseok had planned for him. Jungkook had to continuously swallow the extra saliva his mouth produced for him.

“Good boy,” Hoseok praised and turned away from him to head to his desk. Jungkook almost whined at the small loss of attention but forced the sound back.

Hoseok opened a locked drawer near his desk and pulled out lube and a towel.

“Here, put this under your knees,” Hoseok instructed as he came back to the couch. He held the towel beneath Jungkook and when Jungkook lifted one knee and then the other, placed the towel under Jungkook’s knees so that it was spread out beneath the younger. “Don’t need you making a mess out of my couch.”

Jungkook nodded and shivered in joy. It meant this would get messy. He knew the milking would result in some substance getting pumped from his soft dick. It was never as much as a full orgasm and not even close to what his knot would have him producing if it was engaged, but it was still something. Jungkook hoped it’d get even messier than his own orgasm.

Hoseok settled behind Jungkook, still fully clothed. The stark difference was not lost on Jungkook even if he couldn’t see his hyung. Even if it wasn’t the first time he’d been naked in front of his clothed hyungs, he still wasn’t used to the obvious power dynamic it pushed on him.

Jungkook mostly liked it though.Some small part of him wanted to resist, but he’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist anyways, it sent a thrill through him. It was hard imagining being an idol without some of those tendencies. He loved knowing his body pleased others, that others were admiring him.

Hoseok firmly rubbed Jungkook’s ass with his hands with a few squeezes.

“Alright, ready?” Hoseok asked.

Jungkook pushed back into Hoseok’s hold. He was ready the second Hoseok showed up at his dance practice. “Yes.”

Hoseok dribbled some of the lube over Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook gasped at the cold feeling, but didn’t really mind, especially when Hoseok began to rub his fingers over his hole, stimulating the sensitive area. Hoseok slid a single finger in and played with Jungkook’s hole that way for a few minutes before adding a second finger.

Hoseok’s fingers were slim but he knew how to use them, thrusting them in and out at an angle that blew Jungkook’s mind. He located Jungkook’s prostrate with no issue and continuously managed to brush over it with his fingers, especially when he added in a third, stretching Jungkook’s hole even wider.

Jungkook moaned into the leather.

“Enjoying it?” Hoseok asked smugly.

Jungkook just pushed back even harder. Hoseok squeezed his ass with his free hand.

Then, the assault on Jungkook’s prostate really began. Hoseok nudged it with the tip of his fingers, over and over and over again. He took his free hand and applied pressure along Jungkook’s perineum, stimulating the prostate from the outside as well.

Jungkook gasped and groaned and pushed back then tilted his hips away trying to get away from the constant stimulation. He couldn’t tell if he loved it or if it was too much but Hoseok kept going, rubbing his prostate from inside and outside.

Jungkook’s cock jerked within its cage, giving feeble attempts to get hard once again but failing. It was so much, too much, but it felt so good. It’d feel better if he could jerk his cock. Jungkook reached beneath him to squeeze his cock within its cage, not really doing anything but he felt comforted by the motion anyways.

Hoseok must have seen from the way he chuckled, but he didn’t stop Jungkook, just continued moving his fingers.

“Like having your hole played with baby?” Hoseok asked.

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook moaned. “Fuck me so good with your fingers.”

“Hmhmm,” Hoseok hummed.

“Would fuck me better if it was your cock,” Jungkook said coyly. He looked over his shoulder to catch Hoseok’s expression.

“Such a demanding baby,” Hoseok said. His eyes were blown wide as he met Jungkook’s gaze. “You’re getting my fingers today, baby, that’s all. I need to stretch you out for Joonie’s knot.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at that and he moaned, dropping his head back down.

Hoseok laughed. “That’s right. If I get you stretched enough, maybe Joonie will knot you tonight.” He spread his fingers as he said it.

“Fuck, please,” Jungkook cried. “I can take it, can take his knot, all of yours.”

“I dunno,” Hoseok teased. “This hole is pretty small.” He spread his fingers even more and fucked them in and out like that before going back to rubbing directly over Jungkook’s prostate.

“It can fit,” Jungkook insisted, then moaned at a particularly intense rub of his prostate.

“I remember when I first took Namjoon’s dick. It’s huge, stretched me out so good. He knows how to use it too,” Hoseok told Jungkook, still petting Jungkook’s insides.

“Mmmhm. Please.”

“But it took awhile before I was able to take it,” Hoseok continued. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you there. You’ll look so good on his dick too.”

“Ahhhh,” Jungkook trembled beneath Hoseok. He could feel himself getting close. It didn’t build quite the same as a normal orgasm did. This was much more of a whole body experience. His toes started to tingle.

“Like a good bitch for your alphas, knotted and full,” Hoseok said. “I can’t wait to fuck you too. Would love to fuck one of the other’s cum back into you. Leave you leaking with all of our cum out of your little hole. Do you think you could do it? Take all of us?”

“Y-yes, yes,” Jungkook mumbled. The tingling grew up his legs, then exploded, shaking through him as his cock let out a few spurts of come onto the towel below him. Hoseok didn’t let up on his prostate and the liquid kept dripping out of him.

“Good boy, that’s it, taking your milking so well,” Hoseok praised and Jungkook shuddered.

Finally, the orgasm ceased and Hoseok withdrew his fingers. He leaned over Jungkook’s body, pressing his chest to Jungkook’s back and his crotch to Jungkook’s ass. He kissed the back of Jungkook’s neck, then his cheek and the corner of Jungkook’s mouth when Jungkook turned his head.

Hoseok was hard in his pants and it pressed against Jungkook’s ass. So close to his hole. Jungkook pressed back against him.

“Hyung, let me help you,” Jungkook begged. He wanted to so badly.

“Ok, ok, just stay like this,” Hoseok said and began to rut against Jungkook, still in his pants. The motion shoved Jungkook forward and Hoseok grabbed Jungkook’s hip with one hand to pull him back against him and tangled the other in Jungkook’s hair as he stayed pressed over top of him.

Jungkook moaned at the sensation. It felt like Hoseok was fucking him. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

“Yeah, hyung’s fucking you, so good for me, Jungkook-ah. Where do you want hyung’s come?”

“Inside me, please,” Jungkook begged.

“In your mouth?” Hoseok started to pull away but Jungkook cried out.

No!” Jungkook reached back to grab Hoseok’s hip and keep him pressed against his ass. “In my ass, please.”

“Jungkook,” Hoseok’s tone darkened. A warning. “I can’t fuck you, that right should be Namjoon’s.”

“I know,” Jungkook whined. “But you could, just the tip, yeah? It’s not fucking me, you barely have to enter me, please. I want it so much.”

“Fuck,” Hoseok’s hips thrust against Jungkook’s ass again. “Fine, okay, yeah, fuck. Spoiled baby, aren’t you? You’re going to be our spoiled omega too, gonna give you anything you want.”

Hoseok reached between them to undo his pants and pull his dick out. He jerked it a few times before pressing the head against Jungkook’s hole. He rubbed it there, collecting the lube onto his cock head, then slowly, pressed the tip inside Jungkook.

Jungkook gasped, feeling his hole spread apart for the dick. His hyung’s dick, his alpha’s. It didn’t go in very deep and Jungkook resisted the urge to push back to take more of it in. He would respect his alpha and only take as much as he was given. If he was being truthful, the stretch did sting a bit, but it wasn’t that bad, and Jungkook was sure he would get used to it quickly if Hoseok decided to actually fuck him.

“Fuck, so tight, baby,” Hoseok moaned. “Namjoon’s even bigger though and this is just my tip. Your little hole still has a lot to learn.”

Jungkook whimpered. He looked over his shoulder to witness Hoseok as he left his cockhead just inside Jungkook’s hole and stroked over the rest of his dick with one hand while the other cupped around his quickly growing knot.

“I’m close, baby, gonna give you my cum.”

“Please,” Jungkook begged, widening his eyes and putting on his best pout for Hoseok.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groaned. His mouth widened into a big ‘O’ and then his hips jerked, pushing Hoseok’s cock just slightly further inside, but not by much. Then Hoseok was cumming inside of him. “Yeah yeah yeah.”

Jungkook moaned. It didn’t really feel like much inside of him, maybe a little warmer? But the notion that he was getting filled with Hoseok’s cum was so incredibly hot. Hoseok sat there behind Jungkook for a good few minutes, holding his deflating knot and letting his dick sit inside the younger for a little while before he slipped out.

“Stay there,” Hoseok said and he left the couch and came back moments later. “Mmhm, some of it’s dripping out.”

And Jungkook could feel that, the wet slide of something dripping down his thigh. Hoseok swiped his fingers through it then led the spilled cum to Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook licked Hoseok’s fingers eagerly, then took the second and third offering when Hoseok cleaned up even more of the cum dripping from his hole.

The third time, Hoseok let Jungkook suck on the fingers for longer, even pushed them further back, petting along Jungkook’s tongue, until they almost choked the younger. Jungkook sucked happily.

Then, Hoseok pulled back and squeezed Jungkook’s ass with his wet fingers.

“Here, gonna give you something to help keep this little hole more open,” Hoseok said and Jungkook made a questioning sound.

He glanced behind him and saw Hoseok holding up a small butt plug. It wasn’t very big, probably only the width of three of Hoseok’s fingers at the base, but it would be the longest anything had stayed inside of him if he was meant to keep it in.

When Jungkook didn’t protest, Hoseok pressed the toy into Jungkook’s hole. It went in easily, sliding through the mess of lube and cum. The base of it stretched his hole only slightly to the point of uncomfortability, then pushed all the way through and Jungkook’s hole closed on the stem of it, holding the toy inside.

“Good boy,” Hoseok murmured. He wiped Jungkook's ass with a wet tissue, cleaning up the lube.

“Gonna stay all full of your cum now, hyung,” Jungkook grinned, sitting up when Hoseok was finished cleaning him.

Hoseok sputtered. “I guess you are.”

Jungkook smirked and pressed himself chest to chest with Hoseok. Hoseok leaned in to kiss him and Jungkook went along with it gladly. He slung his arms around Hoseok’s shoulders and made out with the other.

“Thanks for the milking and your cum,” Jungkook said as he pulled away.

“Hnn,” Hoseok said. He slapped Jungkook’s ass lightly and let his hand rest there. “If I get in trouble for that, I’m telling them to punish you twice for it.”

Jungkook grinned. He wiggled his ass in Hoseok’s hold. “Worth it.”

–

Jungkook left Hoseok’s studio after cleaning up with the plug inside him, holding in his hyung’s cum. It was impossible to forget about the small toy with the way it shifted inside of Jungkook as he walked or sat down, occasionally pressing into his prostate.

Jungkook was sure he would be hard if not for the cock cage. As it was, he felt squirmy, both because he liked the feeling of it moving within him and it was a reminder of his hyung’s hold on him and what they were working up to.

Jungkook hoped this meant they would fuck him soon, for real. He wanted to lose his anal virginity. He wanted more than that really, he wanted to be stretched beyond his limits and to take all of his hyung’s cum and the alphas knots inside of his little hole, and then his other hole once that finally opened up as well.

Jungkook just had to convince them he would be good for them, so even when the plug started to get a bit uncomfortable, Jungkook held back in taking it out or finding a hyung to ask to take it out.

He got through his vocal practice with it snug inside of him. Half way through the practice though, he got a text from Yoongi to meet him in his studio. Jungkook bet it was for another round of what he and Hoseok had done.

Jungkook sipped on his milk between takes. His voice sounded good today. Did the cum help? Well, even if it didn’t, Jungkook was going to choose to believe it did anyways.

By the time Jungkook made it up to Yoongi’s studio, he’d been holding the plug inside of him for just under 2 hours.

Yoongi’s text had said to just come in so Jungkook typed in the pin and opened the door. Yoongi was absorbed in his work and didn’t acknowledge Jungkook. Jungkook didn’t want to disturb his flow so he stood off to the side, just in Yoongi’s peripheral if he at all looked away from the screen.

It was only a few minutes later in which Yoongi stopped moving his mouse and grunted a greeting at Jungkook. He rolled his chair back.

“Come bend over my desk, I need to check your ass, see if you need more lube,” Yoongi said, pushing his keyboard to the side.

Jungkook listened, bending over Yoongi’s desk right in front of the older so that his ass was nearly eye level with Yoongi.

“Good,” Yoongi praised. He ran a hand down Jungkook’s lower back and over one butt cheek. Then, he swiftly pulled the back of Jungkook’s pants down and settled them just below his cheeks. It meant that only Jungkook’s ass was free in the cold air but the rest of him was still covered, including his caged dick.

“How has it felt? This is the first time you’ve worn a plug,” Yoongi asked. He tapped the base of it and Jungkook twitched.

“Ah - good,” he answered honestly.

“Yeah? Like having your little hole filled?” Yoongi teased. He pulled the plug slightly out so the fattest part started to stretch Jungkook’s entrance, then pushed it back in.

“Mmhm, yeah, like it,” Jungkook pushed his ass further back. The drag did feel drier now, but Jungkook still liked it.

Yoongi played with the plug for a little while, pulling it out a ways but never fully, before pushing it back in, fucking Jungkook with the plug. Finally, he pulled it all the way out.

“Oh? What’s this?” Yoongi asked. He swiped a goner right below Jungkook’s hole where Jungkook felt a bit of liquid leak out of him. “Did Hoseokie come inside you?”

Jungkook blushed and hesitated. He didn’t want to get Hoseok in trouble.

Yoongi slapped Jungkook’s ass. “Tell me.” He ordered.

Jungkook found his mouth opening before he could even stop it. He still wasn’t compelled, but the force of Yoongi’s voice and the spank made Jungkook want to obey. He didn’t want to get himself in trouble either.

Yes,” Jungkook said. “Asked him to.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi asked. He danced his fingers along Jungkook’s rim, dipping one in occasionally. “Thought you could order the alphas around and get what you want?”

“No,” Jungkook insisted and earned himself another sharp smack against his ass. Fuck, his dick burned in its want to get hard.

“No? Then why’d you ask Hoseok to fuck you as if we weren’t saving that. It should be your pack alpha that christens you,” Yoongi scolded him.

Jungkook shook his head. “Didn’t. He didn’t fuck me, just - just put the tip inside when he was cumming and filled me.”

“Oh?” Yoongi laughed. “Naughty clever bun, aren’t you? Always find a way to circumvent the rules.” He poured a glob of lube over Jungkook’s hole - Jungkook wasn’t sure when he required lube - and plunged two fingers inside. Jungkook’s ass took them easily thanks to the stretch of the plug.

Yoongi started his finger fucking fast and gave no mercy to Jungkook’s prostrate, pressing against it roughly every time. Jungkook moaned and did his best to push back.

“I guess I won’t tell on you,” Yoong said. “But you’ll owe me.”

“Uh-huh,” Jungkook moaned, too absorbed in the feelings of his ass to fully grasp what he might’ve just agreed to.

Yoongi added a 3rd finger and began to stretch Jungkook’s ass on them. “Need to get you ready for Namjoon’s knot.”

Jungkook moaned, loud. “Please knot me.”

Yoongi slapped his ass. “Haven’t even had a knot and you’re already knot-drunk. Our needy little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Jungkook moaned. Yoongi’s fingers felt so good against his abused prostate.

Yoongi added a fourth. He had to slow down then and really focus on stretching Jungkook’s tight but he made sure to angle his fingers and press Jungkook’s prostate often still.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined. “Gonna come.”

“Then come,” Yoongi said.

“But I’m still in my underwear, hyung.”

“Come,” Yoongi demanded with a sharp press to Jungkook’s prostate.

“Ohh, fuck,” Jungkook gasped. He didn’t come right away but he knew better to complain more and after only a few more thrusts of Yoongi’s fingers, he felt the prostate orgasm milk through him, spilling clear liquid from his soft dick into the front of his underwear. Jungkook whined through it, high and broken.

Yoongi’s fingers slowed down but didn’t leave Jungkook empty.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Yoongi teased.

“Hnnhnng,” Jungkook whined. It wasn’t, but it was the only pair of underwear he had on him and he knew it would get uncomfortable later if it didn’t also soak through to his pants.

Yoongi laughed and pulled his fingers out of Jungkook’s ass. He poured another big glob of lube over his hole then rubbed the tip of the plug all over Jungkook’s hole and perineum before pushing it back inside.

“There, all plugged up again. Hoseok’s cum should be all cleaned out but who knows, there might still be some further inside, but no one but the three of us will know,” Yoongi said. He pulled the back of Jungkook’s underwear and pants back up and pat Jungkook’s ass.

“Stand up,” Yoongi instructed.

Jungkook stood. His legs felt a bit wobbly but they held him. He turned to face Yoongi, still sitting in his chair,

“Kneel,” Yoongi nodded towards the ground.

Jungkook knelt, grimacing as his wet boxer briefs shifted against him. “Hyung, it’s wet.”

Yoongi scoffed. “I said I wasn’t going to tell on you, not that I wasn’t going to punish you. This is your punishment, to hold onto your own release. Your pants are thick enough it won’t soak through.”

Jungkook made a grossed out face but he found that while it was uncomfortable, he didn’t truly hate it. It made him feel hot, knowing he had soiled his underwear but would be walking around with it anyways without anyone else but him and Yoongi knowing.

Jungkook squirmed and blushed.

“Not much of a punishment if you like it,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. He undid his pants and took his half hard dick out.

Jungkook eyed it and swallowed, his mouth already producing extra saliva at the thought of getting his mouth on Yoongi. What else could his hyung have him down on his knees for?

“Oh?” Yoongi teased, seeing the eager look in Jungkook’s eyes. “Do you want my cock in your mouth, bun?”

Jungkook glanced up at Yoongi’s dark eyes, then back down. Yoongi stroked his dick to full hardness, his hand still wet from lube. It was flushed such a pretty color, slightly red but not too dark. And a nice length and thickness too. It would fill Jungkook’s mouth up deliciously and he hoped he could fit it down his throat too.

A bead of liquid formed at the top and Jungkook couldn’t resist going in to taste Yoongi’s pre-cum.

Yoongi’s other hand stopped him with a hand in his hair before Jungkook’s tongue could make contact. Jungkook whined, glancing between Yoongi’s eyes and his dick that Yoongi was still stroking.

“Nuh-uh,” Yoongi denied. “Part of your punishment is to watch me get off without touching. Don’t touch me, just sit there and look pretty for me.”

Yoongi released Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook whined again. He shifted on his knees as Yoongi’s hand moved over his dick. He was so close to it. Surely his mouth would feel better than Yoongi’s hand and it would feel nice filling him too. It was a win-win to let Jungkook suck it.

Jungkook looked up at Yoongi with a pout but Yoongi only smirked.

“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered, twisting his hand near the head of his dick. “Open your mouth.”

Jungkook did.

Part of Jungkook wanted to recoil from the humiliation of being on his knees like this for an alpha. Yoongi’s alpha musk was strong down here and it tickled Jungkook’s nose. It wasn’t bad, it still smelled like pack, and Yoongi’s scent was familiar and good, but Jungkook could make out the alpha tints more clearly like this. It made him instinctively want to wrinkle his nose and shy away.

The other part of him was enraptured, watching the glide of Yoongi’s hand up and down his shaft and how the head disappeared behind Yoongi’s hand at the top of the stroke and then reappeared. It was an alpha cock in front of him. He wanted to get his mouth on it and at the same time his instincts told him to back away. Jungkook made himself hold where he was.

“Don’t you dare try and stick your tongue out, stay still,” Yoongi warned. He rubbed the head of his cock along Jungkook’s lips, smearing some of his pre-cum there. “Such pretty lips, bun.”

Jungkook went cross eyed trying to stare at Yoongi’s dick. He couldn’t really, but he could feel its heat and wetness against the plush of his lips. Fuck, it took all of his willpower to not either swipe his tongue out to get a taste or to pull his head away completely. Holding still was the hardest of all the options. Jungkook whined, louder. He tried to convey this to Yoongi through his eyes.

“Pretty little cock sucker lips,” Yoongi praised.

A bolt of hot electricity rushed through Jungkook’s nether region, followed by a spike of pain as the cage prevented Jungkook from getting hard. He was just kept there, on the edge, horny, but unable to respond. The humiliation burned through him.

Yoongi kept stroking his dick, keeping the head just at Jungkook’s lips, but never inside the boy’s mouth. Yoongi’s breathing picked up as his knot started to swell.

“Fuck, fuck, close your eyes bun, and keep your mouth open,” Yoongi ordered.

Jungkook listened, shutting his eyes tightly and opening his mouth even further. His pulse picked up, knowing what was to come.

The first splash of cum hit Jungkook’s forehead and a bit into his hair and he jerked slightly, but didn’t let his eyes open yet. The next rope hit his cheek, then across his nose.

“Don’t swallow,” Yoongi said right before he pushed his cock into Jungkook’s mouth and finished there.

“Mmhph,” Jungkook let out in surprise, keeping his eyes closed because of the bit of cum he could feel drying in his eyebrow. At first, he felt his mouth want to reject the sudden intrusion, tongue pushing up against the underside as Yoongi’s cock twitched and released more cum on his tongue for him.

Jungkook’s throat closed as well and he felt a bit of panic rise to the surface at the lack of air. He didn’t swallow, and the thick cum gathered on the back of his tongue, tasting a bit salty and bitter but Jungkook couldn’t focus on it, his mind caught on how he couldn’t breathe.

“Relax, bun,” Yoongi ordered. Despite the alpha order, his voice was still somehow soft. He brushed at the hairs on the base of Jungkook’s neck. The hand there was steady and applied just the smallest amount of pressure. Enough to remind Jungkook that Yoongi would guide him, but not enough to actually stop Jungkook from pulling off. “Breathe through your nose, you got this.”

Jungkook forced himself to listen. This was Yoongi he was with, Yoongi wouldn’t suffocate him. It also wasn’t the first time Jungkook had sucked cock so he wasn’t sure why it was suddenly affecting him like this. He knew he could breathe. He inhaled sharply through his nose then let it out. The next one he made deliberately longer and deeper, pulling in as much oxygen as he could before slowly exhaling it. It meant he took even more of Yoongi’s alpha musk and Jungkook had to force himself to relax through it despite the scent riling up his own alpha.

His throat relaxed and his tongue stopped trying to push Yoongi out, and instead Jungkook could just enjoy the feeling of Yoongi in his mouth. He still didn’t swallow, even if the amount of cum on his tongue was a bit much but Jungkook sort of enjoyed that too.

“That’s it, good boy,” Yoongi praised. His dick finally stopped releasing cum, but it was still hard. His knot was still inflated, held by Yoongi’s own hands.

“Think you can keep me warm while my knot goes down?” Yoongi asked, petting Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook nodded in a small jerk, awkward because of the cock in his mouth.

“Give me your hands then,” Yoongi instructed. Jungkook lifted his hands and let Yoongi guide them to his knot and used them to cup his knot. Yoongi showed Jungkook the strength to use, then let go, letting Jungkook take over of caring for his knot.

“Shift back,” Yoongi said. “I need to work on some music.”

It was a shuffle with Yoongi scooting the chair a bit forward then Jungkook shuffling on his knees a bit backwards, back and forth, until Jungkook was settled underneath Yoongi’s desk with Yoongi’s legs caging him in and Yoongi’s dick still in his mouth and knot in his hands.

“Take it a bit deeper if you can,” Yoongi asked, guiding Jungkook down with a hand on his hair. “Not too deep, can’t ruin your voice.”

Jungkook’s mouth slid further down until the head rested on the back of his tongue right before his throat. It moved Jungkook’s nose even closer to the source of Yoongi’s scent and for a second, he wanted to panic again at having an alpha cock down his mouth like this, but fortunately, Jungkook pushed that instinct down quickly this time.

Like this, Jungkook had to concentrate on not moving his tongue too much and triggering his gag reflex, but it still wasn’t too intrusive and he could still breathe through his nose.

“That’s it,” Yoongi breathed. “Try not to swallow if you can, let yourself get wet and messy for Alpha, even if it spills out.” He scratched Jungkook’s scalp with his left fingertips. Jungkook heard the computer whir back to life above him.

“If you need a break, just lift off, but don’t remove your hands,” Yoongi told him.

Music played through the speakers on Yoongi’s desk. It was rough and Yoongi only let it play in short snippets before he paused and edited the track. His left hand stayed mostly down near Jungkook, carding through his hair, cupping the back of Jungkook’s neck, but occasionally Yoongi would withdraw it, needing it up above, before returning the hand to cradle Jungkook’s head.

Jungkook did his best to not swallow, just warming Yoongi’s cock with his mouth and keeping his hands firm around Yoongi’s inflated knot. It was difficult, and a few times Jungkook started to swallow or only swallowed a bit before he stopped himself and forced himself to just focus on breathing and to not mind the wetness gathering in his mouth.

There was enough of Yoongi’s cum and Jungkook’s saliva that it did slip past the seal of Jungkook’s lips and down Yoongi’s shaft and Jungkook’s chin.

Jungkook’s jaw and knees were beginning to ache but he held himself still anyways. It wasn’t more than he could handle. Even if Yoongi’s scent made him want to recoil.

The cum on his face felt tacky as it dried, but once it was dried, Jungkook finally felt safe in opening his eyes. He couldn’t see much, just the knuckles of his own hand and Yoongi’s shirt, covering his belly. It was darker down here under the desk too.

The bit of music was good too - Yoongi was always a good producer, even at the very start of a track before it had all its color. Jungkook let the sounds and the feel of Yoongi’s fingers scratching his scalp wash over him. He sunk a bit deeper but had to withdraw when the head of the cock nudged the back of his throat. He only came back enough for it to be more comfortable again.

“There, doing so good for me,” Yoongi praised quietly, moving both hands under the desk to cradle Jungkook’s head. “Almost done, my knot’s starting to go down.”

Jungkook made a noise of acknowledgement around the cock. Now that Yoongi mentioned it, the knot did feel like it was slowly getting smaller. He breathed heavily through his nose.

Jungkook had no idea of how much time had passed by the time Yoongi pulled Jungkook off his softening dick. It couldn’t have been too many minutes, given it was just Jungkook’s mouth and hands working Yoongi and not his ass.

“Good boy, bun, such a good boy,” Yoongi wheeled his chair back, allowing Jungkook room to move again. Jungkook followed him out from the desk, shuffling on his knees and keeping his face close to Yoongi’s thighs. Yoongi pulled his head up to look into his eyes and then urged Jungkook up into his lap.

Jungkook straddled Yoongi in the chair and huddled in close, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi pet his back and kissed his cheek, whispering more praise.

“Take your time, bun,” Yoongi told him.

“S’good,” Jungkook slurred.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hummed. “What was good, bun?”

Jungkook squirmed. He hadn’t realized how fuzzy he had felt before until now, with his head starting to clear up again.

“Liked warming you with my mouth, hyung,” Jungkook said and blushed, turning his head further into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. “Took a minute though, don’t know why, but for a second I wanted to resist.”

“That’s normal,” Yoongi said, squeezing Jungkook’s hip. “I feel it every time I submit to another alpha too, especially heavier submission.”

Jungkook poked his head to look at him. “Really?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Well, I felt it more at the beginning, now it’s pretty light, almost nonexistent. Some alphas feel it more than others, depending on how naturally dominant they are. But either way, submission can still be learned and tolerated to a degree, especially within a pack.”

“I don’t know if I felt it before, not that strong at least,” Jungkook said. He thought back to his previous interactions since his presentation. There’d been a few times he felt embarrassed or wanted to resist, but not that strongly, not like the panic that had appeared briefly here. And there were other times where he gladly submitted without a hint of hesitation, like drinking the milk.

“It can take some time to kick in,” Yoongi said. “Right after some alphas present, they can either be really off put by any dominance, or they might seek out some to help settle them into alphahood. It varies. And not everything necessarily involves your submission, not like this anyways. You can bottom without submitting. The element of surprise probably pushed you deeper, here.”

Yoongi stroked Jungkook’s back as the boy shifted in his lap.

“That.. makes sense,” Jungkook said.

“If we’re going to bitch you, you’re going to need a lot more of that kind of submission, the kind that your instincts push back against,” Yoongi reminded him. “It won’t be enough to do it every now and then, like how I might submit occasionally.”

Jungkook nodded.

“You know, now that you’ve had a taste of what that submission feels like as an alpha, you could still call the bitching off if you wanted,” Yoongi said.

Jungkook tightened his thighs and arms around Yoongi. “No!”

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi chuckled. “I’m not saying we will, just reminding you that it’s your decision.”

Jungkook relaxed slightly. He rubbed his nose along the column of Yoongi’s neck. “I want to be your omega, hyung. I,” he swallowed. “The things I’ve read about omegas submitting are different. The instincts are different. I want that, and everything else too.” He looked Yoongi in the eyes. “Please. ”

Yoongi smiled and kissed Jungkook’s nose. “And you’ll have it, we’ll give it to you. You’ll be such a pretty omega for us.”

Jungkook smiled and ducked his head down again.

“Namjoon’s going to love wrecking your ass tonight,” Yoongi said, palming Jungkook’s ass.

Jungkook gasped. “Tonight?” He hadn’t been sure Hoseok’s earlier suggestion would be true.

“Yeah, how could we deprive our bun of a proper fucking for too long?” Yoongi teased.

Jungkook buzzed inside. He had the best hyungs ever, truly.

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By the time Jungkook made it home, he was buzzing with excitement. He’d only had the plug in for another hour after Yoongi had resettled it back inside his ass. Yoongi had told him to come back up at the hour and he took it back out and put it in a bag to wash later. It wasn’t good to be inside of Jungkook for too long, especially since Jungkook was still inexperienced with sex toys.

Jungkook’s ass had felt slightly off since then, unused to being held open for so long, even if only slightly. Jungkook didn’t mind though. Both Hoseok and Yoongi had mentioned Namjoon taking Jungkook’s anal virginity, something that Jungkook had been dreaming of even long before he had presented, maybe even as early as when Jungkook had first met Namjoon, before Namjoon had even presented as an alpha. The fantasies had only gotten stronger once Namjoon had presented and was declared their pack alpha and the older Jungkook got.

“Jungkook,” Jimin greeted when Jungkook walked into the living room.

Jimin was on the couch scrolling his phone, which he now placed back in his pocket.

“Hi, hyung,” Jungkook smiled. He fidgeted with his bracelet.

Jimin and Jungkook might be the only ones home then, which likely meant it would be several hours before Jungkook would actually lose his virginity (if today really was the day). Jungkook was unsure how he’d pass the time. He was so full of nervous excitement he thought he might implode. At least maybe he could ask Jimin to help distract him.

“I’ve been told to help wash you up,” Jimin said, standing up.

Jungkook perked up. There weren’t very many reasons he could think of for Jimin to be washing him up, maybe it wouldn’t be too many hours until the others were home.

“Come here,” Jimin tipped his head towards the hallway and walked off.

Jungkook trailed behind.

In the bathroom, Jimin stripped his own shirt and pants, leaving himself in just his underwear. Jungkook marveled at the expanse of Jimin’s smooth skin and his tattoos. He wanted to get his mouth on him and kiss every inch and leave a trail of marks and blemishes.

Jimin tsk’ed at him. “Get undressed.”

Jungkook blushed and scrambled to obey, quickly pulling off his shirt, then pants, leaving them in a pile in the corner next to Jimin’s things.

“Underwear too,” Jimin instructed, even though he hadn’t pulled off his own yet.

Jungkook pulled the front of his underwear down first, revealing his cock trapped in its cage, then pulled them off his ass and down his legs, grabbing his socks at the end and leaving himself completely bare.

“Good,” Jimin praised. “I’m going to help you shave first, so bend over the counter for me.”

Jungkook hesitated slightly but stepped towards the counter. He looked over his shoulder at Jimin and at a nod, slowly bent his top half over the bathroom counter. He placed his forearms on the cool marble and did his best to push his ass back for Jimin.

Jimin made him lift his feet one at a time to place a towel beneath him to catch any loose hair.

“Use your hands and spread your ass for me,” Jimin said.

It meant Jungkook could no longer use his arms for support. He had to lower his chest to the counter. His nipples pressed to the cool surface, causing a shiver to run through him. Jungkook reached back and used one hand on each cheek to spread his ass for Jimin.

Jimin hummed, running his hands over Jungkook’s ass and over the delicate skin of his perineum and over his hole. “You’ve got a cute hole.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook blushed.

Jimin wet a washcloth with warm water that he then pressed into the skin of Jungkook’s ass to “warm the skin to help with shaving” as Jimin explained. The cloth was soft and the sensation didn’t feel unpleasant, but was still unusual.

Next was a thick cream. Not the same type that Jungkook used for his face, but he trusted Jimin knew what he was doing. Jungkook hadn’t ever shaven down there before but he knew Jimin liked to keep himself hairless there.

Jimin was quick with the razor, shaving around Jungkook’s ass. He patted the skin with the warm cloth once done in that area, then massaged in a lotion. He then had Jungkook turn around and face him. The process was repeated with Jungkook’s balls which Jungkook watched nervously, afraid for the sensitive skin. Then again for the hair above Jungkook’s caged cock. Jimin didn’t shave him bare there completely, leaving behind a neat little patch of hair.

Finally, Jimin washed the razor for the last time and set it aside and massaged in the lotion over Jungkook’s front as well.

“There you go, all nicely trimmed for Alphas.”

Jungkook blushed, peering down at himself. The front certainly looked nice. He didn’t have that much hair to begin with, but he liked the look of himself almost completely hairless save the small patch above his dick.

Jimin examined Jungkook’s nethers with his eyes as well. He reached out and tapped the top of Jungkook’s cage, then grabbed the base of it and moved Jungkook’s cock around.

“Does it hurt?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook blinked, not expecting the question. “No,” he shook his head. It didn’t really. The only time it slightly hurt was when Jungkook got turned on and - Jimin jerked his length with the cage and Jungkook’s hip hitched forward and he cried out, “Ahhhh,” as a bolt of lightning zinged up his body, starting at his cock - and well, that happened.

“Mmhm,” Jungkook moaned. “Hurts slightly,” he amended. “But not bad and not even really hurt. More like it aches and it just, ahhh, feels like it wants to get hard so bad but can’t.”

Jimin toyed with the caged cock a bit more. Jungkook felt jerked around by it.

“I can’t imagine,” Jimin said. “I’m not into orgasm denial, myself. At least, not like this, I could hold off a little, but to not get hard and cum properly? I couldn’t. Do you really not mind it?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I mean, I definitely miss getting hard but,” Jungkook squirmed. “It would mean popping a knot and I really don’t like the feeling or to be reminded that I have it. I’d rather be caged until I don’t have to deal with having a knot.”

Jimin nodded. “I guess I don’t know the feeling since I don’t have a knot. I’m not sure I’d want one either, but the alphas seem to like theirs, but I guess it’s not for everyone.” He smiled up at Jungkook and Jungkook returned it.

“Let’s get you washed up now, yeah?” Jimin prompted.

Jimin started the shower to let it warm, then chucked off his own underwear. The pair stepped into the shower together and Jimin promptly took over washing Jungkook.

It wasn’t unusual for two of them to shower together. With 7 of them, showering together was often necessary to save time and hot water, especially in their earlier days when they only had 1 shower. It wasn’t as much of an issue now, but they weren’t shy about being naked together so why not shower together to save time - or in some cases take twice as long in order to have some fun.

What was unusual was Jimin completely washing Jungkook for him. They may wash each other’s backs when sharing, but as far as Jungkook was aware, complete washing was new. Jungkook had always washed the rest of himself by himself. This time, Jimin refused to let Jungkook lift a finger, not even to return the favor. Jimin did it all by himself, sudsing up one of their sweet smelling body washes and running it over Jungkook’s body.

Jungkook eventually gave up and just let Jimin do his thing and enjoyed the sensations of someone’s hands caressing him. He dipped his head down when directed, for Jimin to wash his hair, and turned around when the hands pushed one side of his body, but otherwise let Jimin manipulate his limbs to wash everywhere. Jimin paid extra attention to washing Jungkook’s ass, thoroughly cleaning the area with just one wet finger dipping inside. Jimin also removed the cock cage to properly wash there too and then replaced the cage before Jungkook’s cock could even think about starting to get hard.

Once finished, Jimin quickly washed himself up, spending only half the time on his own body.

Jimin shut the shower off and reached out to grab a thick fluffy towel which he used to pat Jungkook’s body down and wrap him in it, before he grabbed a towel of his own.

“Wait here,” Jimin instructed. “I forgot to grab your clothes.”

Jimin wrapped his towel around his waist and left. He came back fully dressed only a few minutes later, carrying neatly folded clothing with Jungkook’s collar, a bottle of lube, and another butt plug - one with a red jewel on the base - on top. He set the things on the counter.

“We need to open you up again,” Jimin said. “Bend back over the counter and spread your ass for me please.”

Jungkook obeyed, bending back over the counter like earlier with his chest and nipples directly pressed to the surface while he reached back to spread his ass for Jimin.

Jimin wasted no time, pouring the lube directly over Jungkook’s hole, making Jungkook gasp at the sensation. Jimin pet over the hole, rubbing the lube in, then sunk a finger inside. Jungkook squirmed, wanting more of the sensation.

Jimin fucked him with that finger, avoiding Jungkook’s prostrate, then sunk in a second one, filling Jungkook more substantially.

“You’re still so tight,” Jimin commented clinically. “Reminds me of when I first started taking cock. Or of one of the alphas. Hoseok still has to prep fully each time he wants to bottom. I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t do it enough, or if it’s just an alpha trait.” He laughed, fucking Jungkook harder with his fingers. “You won’t have to worry about that for long.”

“Hnnng,” Jungkook moaned, pulling his cheeks further apart and pressing back onto Jimin’s fingers.

Jimin rewarded him by finally curling his fingers into Jungkook’s prostate. Jungkook jolted and his cock gave a longing tug at its cage.

“Ah, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmhm?” Jimin teased. “Please what?”

“More,” Jungkook begged, not able to keep the pout from his voice.

“Ah, better not,” Jimin said even as he pressed firmly against Jungkook’s prostate again. “Better keep that for Namjoon-hyung. He’ll get to milk all your cum out of your pretty balls.”

“Ohh, hah.” Pleasure rang through Jungkook’s body at the thought.

Jimin pulled his fingers back slightly until only the tips were still inside of Jungkook, then eased a third one in. He didn’t go as deep this time, keeping them near Jungkook’s entrance and focusing on spreading Jungkook’s hole open.

“But we do want to make sure his cock can even fit in here,” Jimin said. “Mmhm, it’s gonna be a tight fit for sure, but you want it, yeah?”

“Yeah, yes,” Jungkook moaned. “Want it so bad. Want Namjoon-hyung to fuck me.”

Jimin rubbed Jungkook’s ass with his free hand and gave a small squeeze. “If you want it, then it’ll happen.” He plunged his fingers deeper, causing Jungkook to momentarily tense up and then relax. Jimin spread them as much as possible and then removed them completely. He grabbed the jeweled plug and lubed it up.

Jungkook breathed out steadily as Jimin pressed the tip to his hole. The tapered tip went in easily, and then it kept getting wider and wider, bigger than the one Jungkook had worn earlier, and bigger than the three of Jimin’s fingers. At its widest, the stretch hurt Jungkook’s hole, not unbearably, but enough for Jungkook to feel relief when it popped fully inside and Jungkook’s hole closed around the stem of it, leaving now just a slight pleasant ache at the stretch inside of him.

Jimin tapped the base. “So pretty. The alphas are going to go crazy seeing this.”

Jungkook wiggled his ass slightly. “Didn’t they tell you to do this?” He peered over his shoulder at Jimin.

Jimin shrugged. “They told me to wash you up and prep and plug you, they didn’t specify which one. This is a new one, so they haven’t seen it yet. I have another jeweled plug, maybe sometime we can match.”

Jungkook bit his lip at the idea. That’d be a sight for the alphas for sure.

Jimin smirked at him, clearly catching on that Jungkook liked the idea too.

“Now, we should get you dressed,” Jimin said. He reached over to Jungkook’s clothes and from under Jungkook’s shirt pulled out a piece of burgundy lacy something.

Jungkook stood up and eyed whatever Jimin was holding. Jimin shifted his hold on it until he was holding just the top, letting the rest of the piece fall and the shape reveal.

It was underwear. Lacy in the front, meant to wrap his dick up prettily, with several straps going around the back, similar to a jockstrap, ending in a small bow that would sit above his ass.

Jungkook’s eyes widened and Jimin smirked.

“Up to it?” Jimin asked, extending his arms towards Jungkook.

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook blushed and took the underwear in his hand. He rubbed the material between his fingers. The straps were soft and the lace was only slightly scratchy.

“You don’t have to, I just thought you’d look good in it, and that you might want to look pretty for hyungs,” Jimin told him.

“I want to, just - I’ve never worn,” Jungkook swallowed, “something like this before.”

Jimin’s smile softened. “Try it on then, and see how you feel.”

Jungkook nodded and slipped the underwear up his legs. His cock nestled nicely in the front, bulging out the lace. The cage was visible beneath the lace. The straps hugged his ass and Jungkook did his best to align them properly but he wasn’t entirely sure how it was all meant to fit.

“Here, let me help,” Jimin offered and gently tugged the straps into place. He pulled at the bow right above Jungkook’s ass and let it snap back into place.

Jungkook angled his back towards the mirror and twisted around to see his ass in the mirror. It was - wow, the straps framed his ass nicely and he was acutely aware of how his hyungs could access his hole without even removing the underwear. He spread one of his cheeks apart with a hand and the red jewel peaked out at him.

“Wow,” Jimin commented. “You look hot.”
“Y-yeah,” Jungkook agreed softly. He was pretty sure his face was going to be a permanent red, almost matching the underwear.

“Do you like it?” Jimin asked, placing his hands on Jungkook’s waist, just above the straps, with his pinkies dipping down to play with them.

Jungkook nodded. “Do you think the alphas will like it?” He turned so he was chest to chest with Jimin.

“Oh,” Jimin said darkly. “They’ll love it. Won’t be able to resist such a cute ass.” His hand slipped behind Jungkook to give Jungkook’s ass a squeeze. “They’ll be drooling all over you. Fighting who gets to be inside your cute hole first.”

Jungkook ducked his head. “Namjoon-hyung’s gonna be first,” he mumbled.

Jimin laughed and lightly tapped Jungkook’s ass, then retreated his hand back to Jungkook’s waist. “I know, but after that. I may even want to have a go.” Jimin dipped his head down and whispered the last part.

“Yeah?” Jungkook asked softly. He crossed his arms through Jimin’s to get a handle on the beta’s waist. Heat built in his lower tummy.

“Yeah,” Jimin confirmed, slightly more firm, but he was still looking down. “Who could resist you? Only if you want me, of course.”

Jungkook smiled widely, bunny teeth on display. “Of course I want you.”

“Yeah?” Jimin tilted his head up, meeting Jungkook’s gaze again.

“Yes, I want you hyung,” Jungkook said. He leaned down and gave Jimin a soft kiss on his lips. Jimin returned it, pushing up into Jungkook’s lips and making the kiss more firm.

“I want you just as much as I want the alphas,” Jungkook confessed against Jimin’s lips.

“O-oh,” Jimin stuttered. He pulled back, a blush high on his cheeks. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said. “I love you.”

It was fun, seeing the way Jimin reacted to the words, how the blush deepened. Jungkook drank the sight in.

“I love you too,” Jimin whispered.

They kissed again, softly. Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s waist and Jimin swept his hands up Jungkook’s back.

Jimin pulled back, lips kiss swollen and Jungkook had to resist pulling him in closer again.

“I can’t be as rough with you as the others,” Jimin told him, and Jungkook blinked, not expecting the words.

“I know,” Jungkook said. Jimin could occasionally have a mean teasing streak, but he was usually on the softer side and usually gave up more control then he took. Jungkook thought maybe Jimin could toy with him, like he had done earlier, but he didn’t expect Jimin to rough him around. He wondered what gave Jimin the idea.

“It’s just - this bitching thing,” Jimin said. “I can tell you want it, and I want you to be happy, I do, but it requires more than I can give you.”

Jimin tried to pull away from Jungkook but Jungkook wrapped his arms fully around Jimin’s waist and didn’t let him.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook said. “I don’t need any of that from you. That’s the beauty of having 6 mates, I can get different things I need from different people. What we have is already perfect, and it’s nice having someone who isn’t as involved on that side.”

Jimin squirmed in Jungkook’s arms. “Really?”

“Really.” Jungkook smiled.

“Okay,” Jimin said. “And you really do want it, right? The bitching?”

“I do,” Jungkook answered. “It’s hard to explain but I really really do, trust me.”

“Okay,” Jimin huffed. “I do believe you, like I said earlier, I can tell you want it, I just worry. So, promise you’ll tell me if it ever gets too much for you, okay? I can fight the alphas off.”

Jungkook had to hold back a soft chuckle at the image the words gave him. He knew Jimin would never have to fight off the alphas, as their alphas were totally whipped for the beta and would back off immediately if Jimin intervened. Still, images of Jimin’s smaller frame trying to fight off several alphas was a bit amusing. Jimin probably could do more damage than expected though.

“I’ll tell you,” Jungkook said and leaned forward to press another soft kiss to Jimin’s lips. He could spend the rest of forever kissing those lips. “I know you have my back, and it feels better, submitting to them fully when I know you’re there.”

Jimin bit his lip and smiled softly. He nodded. “I’ll be there. I’ll trust that you’ll come to me if it does get too much. In the meantime, I’ll give you all my tips and tricks to rile them up.”

Jungkook did chuckle at that, pleased. “Thank you.”

Jimin found Jungkook’s hand with his own and gave a soft squeeze as they parted.

“Now, let’s get you dressed and find a distraction while we wait for everyone to come back.” Jimin grinned.

The rest of Jungkook’s clothing that Jimin had picked out were more standard: loose fitting soft pants and a big shirt, all dark in color. It felt a bit devious to wear something so casual on the outside, so unassuming, and then to have on his lacy jockstrap underneath. Once dressed, Jimin wrapped the collar around Jungkook’s neck and buckled it in place.

Jungkook sighed at the feeling of the leather around his neck. He had missed it throughout the day and it felt so nice having it back around his throat - like protection.

Jimin traced Jungkook’s collar and neck with his fingertips. “You make such a good omega, Jungkook. Can’t wait to see your neck with all of our marks in it.”

Jungkook breathed hotly. He couldn’t wait either.

They walked back to the living room and Jimin found a kdrama to watch while they cuddled on the couch, waiting for everyone’s return. Jungkook did his best to get comfortable, but everytime he moved, the plug shifted inside of him, sometimes teasing his prostate but never enough stimulation to satisfy him. The others wouldn’t be long, and Jungkook obsessed over how the rest of the night would go, how it would feel to finally have a cock press inside of him, to have Namjoon above him, taking him. To have the others watching. To get to please the others after Namjoon had knotted and filled him up.

Jimin pet his hair and shushed him. Jungkook settled in to wait.

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At some point, while Jungkook and Jimin waited for the others to return, Jungkook’s head slipped from Jimin’s shoulder and down to his lap, lying across the couch. He wasn’t really watching the kdrama Jimin had chosen, and Jungkook debated taking a nap until the others were home and the more exciting part of the evening took place.

Jungkook shifted, feeling the plug inside of him shift too. He huffed, moving again, trying to get it to press more firmly against his prostate.

“Shh, be quiet,” Jimin told him. “And stop moving. I’m watching this.”

Jungkook hadn’t even realized he had made that much noise but he bit his lip, determined to not disturb Jimin any further. How could Jimin even pay attention right now?

Jungkook stilled his ever moving hips, giving up on chasing any pleasure for the moment. It would come in due time. He nuzzled into Jimin’s lap and Jimin sucked in a breath as hips twitched.

Oh? Maybe Jimin wasn’t as unaffected as he was trying to let on. Jungkook twisted around until he was facing towards Jimin instead of the TV and he nuzzled in against the center of Jimin’s lap and there it was, Jimin’s cock. Jungkook could feel it through Jimin’s sweatpants. It wasn’t fully hard, but it wasn’t fully soft either.

Jungkook kissed the bulge, then rubbed his open lips against it. When Jimin didn’t tell him to stop, Jungkook continued. He peered up at Jimin while he mouthed at Jimin’s bulge, which was getting bigger and firmer by the second.

Jimin stared resolutely forward. His mouth was parted slightly though, and small little gasps left him every few seconds. His hips twitched up into Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook started to feel the shape of Jimin’s cock as it grew under his clothes. He mouthed along the length of it.

“Fuck,” Jimin breathed out, finally losing his composure. His hand grabbed the back of Jungkook’s head by his hair and then he ground his hips up into Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, not expecting it. Jimin wasn’t super rough with it, but it was so so hot to have his face shoved into Jimin’s crotch while Jimin sought pleasure by using him.

“Hhng,” Jimin whined, hips fluttering up off the couch. His hard length ended up squished against Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook’s mouth watered, wanting to taste his hyung, to feel the hard length pressing his tongue down while it filled his mouth. He exhaled, trying to control his hunger.

“Hah, I was supposed to wait,” Jimin groaned, throwing his head back for a second before finally looking down at Jungkook. His hand holding Jungkook’s hair let go and came to trace Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook’s tongue shot forward to lick Jimin’s fingers. Jimin laughed.

“I suppose the alphas can’t be too mad at me at not being able to resist you, I can tell them you seduced me.” Jimin smirked. “They’ll have fun punishing you.”

Arousal shot through Jungkook’s body and he whined, closing his lips around Jimin’s fingers and sucking. Jimin didn’t need to play the role of disciplinarian or hard dom, and despite how wary Jimin said he was of the bitching, Jimin did splendidly in this type of teasing support role. Plenty to get Jungkook riled up and then push towards the alphas for them to take care of the rest.

God, Jungkook wanted to suck him off so bad. He met Jimin’s eyes with the best puppy eyes he could muster.

“Alright, alright,” Jimin chuckled, dragging his fingers over Jungkook’s tongue until they popped out of his mouth. Jungkook chased them with his mouth.

“I’ll give you what you want.” Jimin slipped his hand beneath his sweatpants and pulled his erect cock out.

Jungkook swallowed, eyeing Jimin’s pretty cock.

“Go ahead, puppy,” Jimin cooed. holding the base of his cock. “Make me feel good.”

Jungkook didn’t waste any time after the permission. He wrapped his lips around the head of Jimin’s cock and sucked, lightly at first, not too much suction. He lapped at Jimin’s slit and was delighted to find a bead of precum already there for him to taste. Jungkook dipped a bit lower, running his tongue along the ridges of Jimin’s cockhead.

Jimin moaned. He kept a hold of the base of his dick with one hand while his free hand cupped the back of Jungkook’s head, not applying pressure, just resting.

As Jungkook began to bob his head and increased the suction, Jimin’s moans and stuttered breaths got louder and more frequent. His hips began to twitch, chasing the lewd sensation of Jungkook’s wet mouth. He wasn’t properly fucking Jungkook’s mouth, but his hips moved with him, unable to stay still. Jimin’s hand tightened in Jungkook’s hair, then loosened, before gripping it again, on and off.

Jungkook was obsessed with all of Jimin’s reactions. He peered up at Jimin while he sucked his cock, watching the rise and fall of Jimin’s chest and the way his cheeks flushed and pretty lips parted around his moans. Jungkook delighted in the ways in which he could get reactions from Jimin. Rubbing his tongue along the underside of Jimin’s cock got him a stuttered ‘fuck’, sucking harder got Jimin to tighten his hand in Jungkook’s hair while he whined.

Jungkook drank it all up while happily feeling the weight of Jimin’s cock on his tongue, filling his mouth. The beta’s cock wasn’t as big as the alphas or even Seokjin’s, but it filled Jungkook up nicely all the same. The smaller cock allowed Jungkook to focus more on technique, to draw more sounds from Jimin’s lips. The beta also smelled and tasted heavenly.

Jungkook was pretty sure he could nurse on Jimin’s cock forever and be happy. He didn’t feel any of the defiant rise of instincts that he had felt with Yoongi earlier. Jungkook wasn’t sure if that was because Jimin was a beta and his scent didn’t set off the same alarm bells deep within (even if Jungkook loved Yoongi’s and the other alphas scents, they could be a lot to handle up close and intimate when his alphas instincts fought back) or if because Jimin wasn’t dominating him, he was simply accepting the pleasure Jungkook gave and Jungkook loved giving it. It was possibly both.

Jungkook wasn’t complaining. Truthfully, he was a bit nervous to experience a full rise of his instincts telling him to fight back. Even if it was worth it, it was nice to know where he could get a reprieve of it when needed. And his gut coiled with heat at all the sounds and movements he could elicit from Jimin.

Jungkook loved this.

Jungkook felt Jimin’s phone buzz, tucked into Jimin’s pocket. Jimin’s hand left his cock and he fished his phone out.

With Jimin’s out of the way, Jungkook took the opportunity to take Jimin’s cock deeper, almost all the way to base, choking himself on it.

“Fuck,” Jimin gasped, fingers tightening in Jungkook’s hair. His hips stuttered upwards, pushing the head of his cock down Jungkook’s throat a few times before Jungkook pulled back to breathe in. He sucked at the tip while Jimin caught his breath, tonguing the slit.

“Hnng,” Jimin sighed, rocking his hips slightly. He swiped at his phone and typed something in. It must have been a message from one of the others, but Jimin didn’t say anything and Jungkook wasn’t going to pull off just to ask. He hoped it was a notification that they would be home soon.

Jungkook took Jimin deeper again, all the way to the back of his throat.

“Jesus- fuck.” Jimin dropped his phone and grabbed Jungkook’s hair with both of his hands this time. “Hnn, fuck.” His voice got breathy as Jungkook swallowed around him.

“Ok, ok, pull off a bit,” Jimin whined, and Jungkook dutifully pulled back to just the tip. “Ah, good. I don’t want to come yet. If you want to keep going then just - don’t do too much ok?”

Jungkook slipped Jimin’s cock out of his mouth to reply. “Okay, I’ll just cockwarm you for now?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin breathed.

Jungkook fit his mouth around Jimin’s cock again, taking him comfortably a few inches into his mouth. He tongued the underside and sucked slightly, but mostly just held Jimin in his mouth and enjoyed the feeling of being full while Jimin pet his hair. He angled his head up to stare at the boy above him.

“Good, yeah, like that.” Jimin’s hips still twitched every now and then, but it was clear he was gaining control over his body again, for the most part. His eyes were focused forward and Jungkook could hear the kdrama still playing, he had forgotten it was on. Jungkook thought about sucking harder again to get Jimin’s attention back on him, but he honestly was pretty cozy like this and was curious as to where it would go. So Jungkook let himself get comfortable laying sideways on the couch with his mouth filled with Jimin.

Jungkook wasn’t sure how long it had been when the front door opened and the sound of footsteps filtered in. It had been long enough for Jungkook to grow a bit groggy. His jaw was sore too. He blinked, sucking lazily, as he let his senses come back to him. Jungkook thought he only heard two sets of footsteps, so not everyone yet.

“Hyung,” Jimin nearly wailed. “Please.”

“Oh, is bun making your cock feel good, baby?” Yoongi teased darkly.

Jungkook started to pull off but a hand - Yoongi’s hand by the size - caught the back of his head and held him there.

“Nuh-uh.” Yoongi leaned in, breath ghosting over Jungkook’s ear causing the boy to shiver. “Better finish what you started, bun. You know your signal if you need to pull off to breathe?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Good,” Yoongi said, then pushed Jungkook’s head down, down, down, until Jimin’s cock slid into Jungkook’s throat, until Jungkook’s lips met Jimin’s skin at the very base.

“Ah, ahhh,” Jimin gasped, arching off the back of the couch and gripping onto Yoongi’s arms. “Hyung!”

Jungkook did his best to keep still, throat lodged open by Jimin’s cock as Yoongi held him there. He knew any movement would cause him to start choking on it. He could only hold out for so long there, unable to breathe. He was about to give in when Yoongi’s fingers pulled in his hair, pulling Jungkook completely off Jimin’s cock.

Strings of spit connected Jungkook’s lips to Jimin’s cock as the cock popped out of Jungkook’s mouth. Both Jimin and Jungkook gasped for air.

“Not done yet, bun,” Yoongi growled. “Get your mouth back on that cock..”

Jungkook gasped once more but placed his lips back around the head of Jimin’s cock. He inhaled deeply through his nose, just in time for Yoongi to push him all the way back down. Yoongi moved him like that, grip tight in his hair, up and down Jimin’s cock.

Jimin’s hips lifted off the couch, both chasing Jungkook’s mouth and trying to get away from the intense pleasure. His moans were so loud, filling Jungkook’s ears.

Jungkook let his mouth be used like a cocksleeve. There wasn’t much for him to do with how hard of a grip Yoongi had on his hair. He breathed in through his nose every chance he got, it was about all he could focus on besides Jimin’s cock fucking his mouth.

Yoongi’s alpha scent mixed with Jimin’s softer beta scent, and for the first time that evening, Jungkook felt the struggle rise up in him. Both because it was hard to breathe like this and because of having an alpha control him. Jungkook pushed back Yoongi’s hand, some part of him feeling desperate to be let up. Another part of him loved every second he spent with Yoongi moving his head up and down. Arousal pooled in his gut. Fuck, if it weren’t for the cock cage, Jungkook would be so hard.

“Fuck, this is so hot.” Taehyung. Somewhere behind Jungkook. Jungkook tried to twist his head in Yoongi’s hold but it was helpless.

Taehyung lifted Jungkook’s legs off the couch and slid underneath him, situating Jungkook so his hips were in Taehyung’s lap. He squeezed Jungkook’s ass over his sweatpants and playfully spanked him.

“You’re making Jimin feel so good,” Taehyung cooed.

Jungkook could just barely see Taehyung when he angled his eyes down. Taehyung’s eyes were dark with lust and Jungkook whimpered around Jimin’s cock as Yoongi still forced him up and down.

Taehyung’s hands slipped underneath Jungkook’s shirt, rubbing his back, and then moved down and beneath Jungkook’s pants, finding the straps on the back of Jungkook’s underwear.

“Oh, what’s this?” Taehyung toyed with the straps while rubbing Jungkook’s ass. He lifted the back of Jungkook’s pants and peered inside, finding the little red bow at the back of Jungkook’s underwear and his mostly exposed ass. Taehyung laughed darkly. “Hyung, look. Look at what Jimin dressed him in.”

Yoongi shoved Jungkook’s head all the way down and Jungkook struggled not to choke, throat stretching around Jimin. Jimin moaned loudly.

“Oh-ho, did you pick those out, Jiminie?” Yoongi asked. His free hand reached over and squeezed one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks. He pulled at one of the straps and let it snap back into place and then spanked Jungkook’s ass before the hand retreated.

“Y-yes,” Jimin moaned, hips just barely fucking up into Jungkook’s mouth, moving his cock a mere centimer up and down Jungkook’s throat.

Jungkook couldn’t breath and it was getting hard to hold still. His throat started convulsing and he fought the urge to signal Yoongi with his hands, he could do this, even as he choked.

“Well done, Angel,” Yoongi cooed.

A soft smack of lips sounded above Jungkook’s head as Yoongi and Jimin kissed. Jimin whined.

“You can come, Angel,” Yoongi said. “Give our cumslut what he wants.”

Yoongi pulled Jungkook up till just the head of Jimin’s cock was in his mouth and Jungkook breathed in sharply through his nose. The relief was short-lived as Yoongi shoved him back down. He fucked Jungkook’s mouth on Jimin’s cock quickly.

Jimin started to shake, moaning and whining and fucking his hips up.

Taehyung reached further into Jungkook’s pants and began to toy with the plug, pulling it out slightly and fucking it back in. Jungkook couldn’t even pay attention to it as Yoongi used his mouth to pleasure Jimin.

Jimin tensed under Jungkook.

“Coming, I’m - “ Jimin gasped, and Jungkook felt the first spurt of cum land on his tongue. Yoongi shoved him down so the next few spurts shot directly down Jungkook’s throat, Jimin’s cock twitching and swelling inside of Jungkook’s mouth while he came. As Jimin’s orgasm began to die down, Yoongi let up, another few drops of Jimin’s cum landing on Jungkook’s tongue before Jungkook was dragged all the way off.

Jungkook coughed immediately, swallowing lungfuls of air the best he could while his jaw and throat ached

“Good boy, Angel,” Yoongi said and shared another kiss with Jimin.

Jimin trembled, thighs still shaking from his orgasm underneath Jungkook.

Yoongi tilted Jungkook’s head up and peered down at him. “Messy, bun.” He traced a finger around Jungkook’s lips, collecting spit and a bit of cum and then pushed it into Jungkook’s mouth. “Make sure to swallow everything, cum dumps shouldn’t leave anything behind.”

Jungkook whimpered, closing his lips around Yoongi’s finger and tasting the salt from the cum and likely his own spilled tears. He was sure he was a sight to see, lips swollen, red and spit slick, eyes watery with tear tracks down his cheeks.

Taehyung pulled the plug almost all the way out of Jungkook’s ass and then plunged it back inside. Jungkook moaned around Yoongi’s finger.

“Open him up, Tae, but don’t milk him. Namjoon and the others will be home soon, we should get him ready for our pack alpha.” Yoongi swirled his finger around Jungkook’s tongue before removing it.

They turned Jungkook, so he was laying face down across Taehyung and Jimin’s laps. Jimin’s cock was soft again but still shiny and wet from Jungkook’s spit. It rested against Jungkook’s cheek and Jungkook briefly considered warming it in his mouth again.

The thought didn’t last long though as Yoongi hauled Jungkook’s chest up, making Jungkook arch his back and have to support himself with his hands on the couch. His arms shook.

“Are you going to be a good bitch for our Alpha?” Yoongi’s eyes were so dark, eyes boring into Jungkook’s.

Jungkook trembled. “Ye- es.” His voice was hoarse, cracking in the middle. His body felt torn in this moment, caught between wanting to run from the alphas and wanting to give in. A bit of fear mixed with arousal coursed through him. He wanted to stay here, to be a good bitch for them, but fuck, he also wanted to run.

Taehyung fucked the plug in and out of Jungkook’s hole and Jungkook bit his lip and tried to hold back his moans, for some reason not wanting the others to know just how affected he was.

Taehyung pulled the plug out and let it rest on the inside of Jungkook’s pants. He pulled the pants just far enough to rest under the swell of Jungkook’s ass, and then he plunged two fingers in at once in Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook gasped and jolted forward, head pressing into Yoongi’s crotch.

“Give him another Tae. He’s going to need much more than 2 fingers to fit Namjoon’s cock in that tiny hole. Don’t worry, I’ll keep the bitch quiet.”

Jungkook’s ears buzzed as they talked over him. He moaned and panted against Yoongi.

Yoongi unzipped his pants and even though Jungkook’s jaw was sore from sucking off Jimin, and even though Jungkook’s base instincts were telling him to pull away, Jungkook’s mouth still watered at the alluring scent.

Yoongi pulled his cock out, already hard with the knot starting to swell at the base. With the hand still gripping Jungkook’s hair, he angled Jungkook’s face and fed his cock into Jungkook’s open mouth.

“Take it,” Yoongi growled, pushing in deep and not wasting any time before fucking his cock into Jungkook’s mouth and throat.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as Yoongi’s alpha taste and scent assaulted his senses. Fuck, it was like Yoongi was filling every crevice of his being. He gurgled around the cock and tried to resist against Yoongi's hand only to be shoved down harder.

Taehyung spit onto Jungkook’s hole and added a third finger, fucking him mercilessly with his long fingers but avoiding Jungkook’s prostrate. Jungkook practically howled around Yoongi’s cock.

They continued like this for a bit, not giving Jungkook any breaks, just fucking his mouth and ass. Taehyung added a fourth finger and spread them inside Jungkook, stretching his hole.

It was simultaneously entirely too much and not enough. Jungkook could hardly breathe with Yoongi’s cock pushing in and out at the pace Yoongi set, but he wanted his ass to be fucked properly.

This time, Jungkook didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, completely consumed by his mates around him. He didn’t know that the others had gotten home until he felt more hands upon him.

“Oh? got started without us?” Namjoon.

Jungkook tried to look but he couldn’t move his head an inch. He whimpered around the cock gagging his mouth.

“He’s taking 4 of my fingers well,” Taehyung said. “Your cock will be a bit of a stretch still but I think he can take it.”

Yoongi pulled out of Jungkook’s mouth suddenly, leaving the boy to gasp for air with his jaw hanging open, spit drooling down his chin. He wiped his spit-slick cock against both of Jungkook’s cheeks and then let go of Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook collapsed onto Jimin’s lap. He turned his head to look at the others but his gaze was caught by Namjoon.

Their leader looked so powerful, towering over Jungkook. Namjoon unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and stroked it. He was halfway to hard and getting harder every second.

Jungkook eyed it. His breath was still ragged and he wanted to lean up to get his mouth on it but he had no strength left for it. Namjoon’s eyes felt like fire on him and it also made Jungkook want to hide and beg for mercy.

Taehyung’s fingers fucked inside him roughly and punched a moan from Jungkook’s lips.

“Keep stretching him, I want that hole nice and ready for me,” Namjoon ordered, coming to stand right in front of Jungkook so Jungkook had to crane his neck to keep looking up at him.

Namjoon bent his knees and leaned forward slightly, bringing the head of his cock to Jungkook’s lips. “Open.”

Jungkook whimpered but obeyed, opening his lips and letting Namjoon push his cock inside. Namjoon’s taste and scent filled him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Get me nice and wet for your little hole.” Namjoon rocked his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Jungkook’s mouth.

Namjoon slid a little deeper and when his cock hit the entrance of Jungkook’s throat, Jungkook pulled back but could only go so far before the back of his head hit Jimin’s stomach. Namjoon just followed him, chuckling. He didn’t push his cock far into Jungkook’s throat before he pulled back, mostly fucking Jungkook’s mouth shallowly.

Jungkook’s mouth kept producing more and more saliva, it was kind of impressive how well his mouth responded to being fucked by so many cocks. Namjoon’s cock was getting sloppy with it and spit bubbles pooled at the entrance of Jungkook’s mouth whenever Namjoon pulled back far enough.

“He takes it so well,” Hoseok said, off to the side. “Fuck, he loves it.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon said, high pitched, almost a moan. “Gonna be a perfect bitch for us.”

Jungkook sucked hard on Namjoon’s cock at that.

“Fuck, ok.” Namjoon pulled his cock away from Jungkook. “Get him ready for me, I need to be inside of him already.”
Jungkook didn’t have much time to mourn the loss of Namjoon’s cock and then Taehyung’s fingers before there were hands on his body, lifting him up off the couch and pulling off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just the pretty red lacy jockstrap.

“Oh, good choice Jimin,” Namjoon praised, dipping his fingers into the front of Jungkook’s underwear and squeezing his caged cock, then moving his hand to the back and grabbing a handful of Jungkook’s ass and squeezing roughly.

More hands came and played with Jungkook’s body, touching and squeezing every inch of him. His thighs, his arms, his nipples, his waist, his throat. Jungkook couldn’t keep track of who was touching him where. Namjoon pulled Jungkook’s body into his and kissed him hotly. Jungkook leaned in and his hands grabbed Namjoon’s strong arms.

“Ready to get fucked, baby?” Namjoon asked against Jungkook’s lips.

“Yes, please,” Jungkook begged.

Namjoon’s kiss turned softer and then he pulled away and pulled Jungook’s body with him and maneuvered him to press him down over the arm of the couch. Jimin was no longer sitting there and Jungkook's chest pressed against the cushion, his ass propped up over the arm.

Namjoon palmed Jungkook’s ass, a cheek in each hand, and spread him apart.

“Fuck, such a cute hole,” Namjoon praised. “Jimin did a good job shaving you.” He leaned down and kissed the skin right above Jungkook’s hole.

Jungkook quivered. It was starting to get to him, being held down by his alpha mate with his ass on display, about to get fucked for real for the first time. He rut his hips into the arm of the couch even knowing his caged cock wouldn’t get any relief from it.

Namjoon spanked his ass, not too softly, stinging the skin with his palm and fingers. “Stay still, be a good bitch.”

Jungkook gripped the cushion beneath him.

There was a small click and then lube poured down Jungkook’s crack, wetting him even more.

“Gotta get you nice and wet like a proper bitch,” Namjoon said, rubbing the lube in with his thumb, dipping it inside of Jungkook’s hole but also purposely letting the lube drip lower. “Up until you start producing your own slick. Though maybe,” Namjoon leaned over Jungkook, pressing his weight into Jungkook and breathed into his ear, “We’ll use someone’s cum for lube sometime. Would you like that?”

Jungkook pushed his ass up as best he could and moaned.

“I think the bitch likes that,” Taehyung growled. “You could’ve told me, I would’ve come all over his ass and used it as lube.”

Namjoon chuckled. “Next time.” He stood up again. Jungkook craned his neck to look over his shoulder. Namjoon was staring at Jungkook’s ass, one hand on the base of his cock and he led it to Jungkook’s hole.

Jungkook gasped as the tip pressed against his hole, tucking his head back into the couch cushions.

Namjoon pressed against Jungkook’s hole, then let off, then pressed again, teasing Jungkook’s entrance over and over and letting the poor small hole adapt as best it could to Namjoon’s dick.

Finally, Namjoon pushed the tip fully inside, Jungkook’s entrance resisting at first before it opened up, accepting the intrusion.

“Fuck,”Jungkook nearly yelled while Namjoon moaned. It wasn’t painful, but the stretch was still uncomfortable, bigger than anything Jungkook had taken yet and it was just the tip.

Namjoon rocked his hips there, pushing only slightly further and teasing Jungkook’s entrance but this time from the inside. He pushed in a bit further. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Hnnnn,” Jungkook whined. Holy fuck, Namjoon was fucking huge, how the fuck.

“Being so good for me,” Namjoon praised, hands running down Jungkook’s lower back soothingly. “You can take it, good boy.”

Jungkook leaned into the praise. He wanted to be good, he wanted to take it. He’d wanted this for so long and he was finally having it but it was so overwhelming, his whole body felt alight with it.

Namjoon kept rocking and pushing in bit by bit, further each time. It felt like forever, how long was Namjoon’s cock? A particular rock had Namjoon’s cock brushing Jungkook’s prostate and Jungkook jolted, whining. His arms scrambled against the couch and he tried to pull himself forward and away from the assault on his insides.

Namjoon caught him by the hips and pushed in even further than before. “You’re not going to get away. If you need to stop you know what to say.”

Jungkook whimpered, still half-heartedly trying to pull out of Namjoon’s grasp.

Namjoon paused in his movements. “Jungkook, use your words.”

“I know,” Jungkook gasped. “I know what to do if I need to stop it. I want it, I just - ah, it’s so much.”

“Good boy,” Namjoon rocked forward and his hips met Jungkook’s ass. “I’m all the way inside you now, you’re doing so well, making your alpha feel so good.” He leaned down and kissed Jungkook’s cheek.

“Alpha,” Jungkook whined. “Alpha,” he said again because he liked the way the word felt on his tongue. “Please.”

“‘Of course, baby,” Namjoon kissed his cheek once more then straightened. He pulled his cock almost all the way and then pushed all the way back in firmly. “Fuck, your hole is so fucking tight, hugging my cock like a glove.” He fucked Jungkook slowly but firmly, his cock rubbing along Jungkook’s insides and applying pressure to Jungkook’s prostate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook began to chant. He couldn’t help the sounds that were leaving his mouth. His swears, his moans, his whines. He couldn’t help the way he intermittently tried to pull away from Namjoon either and every time Namjoon pulled him back the intense pleasure only increased. Jungkook’s eyes watered. He gripped the cushion beneath him harder.

Namjoon’s thrusts started to speed up and Jungkook tensed up.

“Oh, fuck!” Jungkook shouted, and tried to pull away harder even though he didn’t want to be let go of at all.

“Someone hold him down,” Namjoon growled, pinning Jungkook’s hips but Jungkook’s upper body twisted from the intense pleasure, arms flailing around and trying to get purchase somewhere, anywhere.

Hands pinned Jungkook’s shoulders down to the couch and another set grabbed his wrists. Jungkook still squirmed in their hold but like this, he couldn’t really do much other than just -

“Take it,” Namjoon growled. “Take it, fuck.”

Namjoon’s cock felt like it was getting bigger and oh - it was. His knot was starting to swell. It was still small enough to push through the ring of Jungkook’s hole, spreading Jungkook even more than before.

“Alpha,” Jungkook moaned. His body began to tingle everywhere, pleasure building and building. Fuck, he was about to be spread open on Namjoon’s knot. He wasn’t sure his hole could take it, but he was determined to see.

Namjoon’s knot swelled to the point where he could no longer fuck it inside of Jungkook like the rest of his cock. It still pressed tantalizingly hot against Jungkook’s rim on every thrust inside. Namjoon’s moans mixed with growls grew louder and his grip tightened on Jungkook’s hips. Then, he thrust even harder into Jungkook, pushing his knot against Jungkook’s rim. The rim opened a fraction wider allowing the start of Namjoon’s knot to push through but Namjoon’s knot was so big, it felt like Jungkook’s hole couldn’t stretch any further.

Namjoon persisted though and Jungkook seized up as the knot pushed past the resistance and made its home inside of Jungkook. Namjoon rocked his hips, the base of his knot teasing Jungkook’s insides and his whole length pressing along Jungkook’s insides and his prostrate.

“Good bitch, fuck, good bitch taking your Alpha’s knot, knew you could do it,” Namjoon praised. He was out of breath, voice catching several times. Namjoon moaned. “Now take your alphas seed, be a good boy and take it.”

Namjoon gasped and then Jungkook felt it: warmth spreading deep inside of him as Namjoon came, emptying his load within Jungkook. His hips still stuttered against Jungkook’s ass, rubbing his knot and cock inside of Jungkook just barely, but it was enough to stimulate Jungkook’s prostate and as Namjoon continued to fill Jungkook with his cum, the tingling in Jungkook’s body increased and then he seized up, his own balls tightening up as an orgasm was milked through him.

Jungkook’s cock spurt cum through his cage and into the lacy front of his underwear. And then it didn’t stop, still releasing more spend as Namjoon continued his rocking inside of him. Jungkook’s underwear was getting so wet and messy and Jungkook trembled as wave after wave of orgasm rocked through him, seemingly endless.

Finally, Namjoon’s hips stilled, the peak of his orgasm ceasing, allowing Jungkook’s own milked orgasm to cease as well.

Jungkook gasped wetly against the cushion. The hands pinning him down lightened their pressure and instead rubbed him soothingly. More words of praise filtered into Jungkook’s ears from the others.

Namjoon panted behind him. His hips still jolted occasionally, another spurt of come leaving his cock to fill Jungkook further and causing a bolt of overwhelming pleasure to course through Jungkook.

Jungkook knew that knotted orgasms supposedly lasted longer and produced more cum, but knowing and experiencing were two different things. Well, he was maybe only experiencing the receiving end given he had never knotted anyone, but still.

It took a few minutes to gather themselves and Jungkook let his mind drift into a haze as the others pet and praised him. He felt good right here, his hole snug around Namjoon’s knot, filled up with his alpha’s hot cum, so much of it, keeping his belly warm.

Nevermind that his rim was a bit sore and raw feeling, feeling stretched open for so long. It was a small price to pay to have his alpha’s cock deep inside of him.

Namjoon lifted Jungkook’s hips and Jungkook whined at being moved. It jostled Namjoon’s cock inside of him too, causing less than pleasant jolts of overstimulation. Namjoon shushed him and shuffled them forward with the help of the others. Namjoon knee walked over the arm of the couch and then settled them both onto the couch, gently laying them down so Namjoon’s back rested against the back of the couch and Jungkook was spooned in his arms, facing outwards.

Namjoon kissed his ear. “Good boy, Jungkook, good boy.”

Jungkook turned his face and whined and Namjoon met his lips in a soft kiss. Jungkook kissed back for a few seconds before the strain in his neck got to him and he dropped his head back down. Namjoon wrapped his arms around him and Jungkook felt so warm and so safe.

Something plastic poked at Jungkook’s lips and Jungkook pouted, turning his head.

“Baby, you need to drink,” Hoseok whispered. “Open up.”

At the persistent nudging, Jungkook parted his lips slightly and a straw pushed inside. He sucked and immediately felt relief at the cool water.

“There you go, good boy,” Hoseok murmured and pet Jungkook’s hair. When Jungkook was done, he offered the straw to Namjoon. “You too, big boy.”

Namjoon huffed but accepted. “Thank you,” he said once he was done.

Hoseok hummed and pulled away.

“I think my knot’s going to last a while,” Namjoon said. “I can feel it.” He pushed his hips firmly against Jungkook’s ass and Jungkook whined in a soft complaint.

“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed. “I don’t think my knot would want to let him go either. He did so well for you, perfect baby boy.”

Namjoon hummed, kissing the back of Jungkook’s head. “Such a good omega for us. Fuck, you should feel his hole.”

Hoseok smiled and stood up. “Can’t wait for it. Get some rest. Call if you need something.”

“Thanks.” Namjoon pulled Jungkook in tighter against his body and Jungkook snuggled in.

Everything felt so warm and good like this. There was not a single part of his brain that complained that he was an alpha being held and dominated by another alpha. The fight had completely left him by then. Is this what an omega always feels? Jungkook wondered.

Jungkook knew it was too soon to hope that the fight would have completely left his body after one fucking, but he still couldn’t wait to experience this moment again, when his body caught up to his mind and knew that it was his hyung’s omega and he got to feel this all the time, wrapped up in his hyungs.

Jungkook sighed softly. He knew there would be more to go, but for this, it was worth it.

Chapter Text

Fuck, Jungkook’s submission was beautiful. It made the deepest part of Yoongi ache to be a part of it, to be a cause of it.

It was partially because Yoongi knew just how hard it was to submit as an alpha, how it went against all his instincts and how precious of a gift it was when an alpha did submit. The other part was because it riled Yoongi’s alpha up, the most feral, depraved parts of himself that he almost never dared entertain, and he found he reveled in it.

Yoongi had never felt so in tune with his own nature before and he felt like he was on top of the world every chance he got to push Jungkook to his knees, to see tears well up in those pretty doe eyes, to force his submission.

It made Yoongi’s teeth ache to take a bite and his cock throb.

Some small part of Yoongi protested that he shouldn’t indulge in this, that he shouldn’t want to exert his own dominance so completely as to force Jungkook’s submission. The dissent died quickly though upon seeing how much Jungkook himself loved it too. Despite Jungkook’s current alpha instincts making him fight back, it was clear that once they had broken through his struggles that this was what Jungkook wanted and needed.

That was another reason Yoongi loved this so much. The pride that swelled up inside of Yoongi at providing his youngest pack member with what he needed.

Besides, Yoongi wasn’t so lost to his dominance that he lost himself completely. He could hold himself back if he needed to. Well, for the most part.

He regretted not having finished inside of Jungkook’s mouth before Namjoon took Jungkook’s virginity. There was no chance after to use Jungkook because it was Jungkook’s first time and they hadn’t wanted to overwhelm too much. Not yet, anyways.

Yoongi felt absolutely insane as he held Jungkook down for Namjoon to fuck, eyes completely dialated as he drank the scene in. He wanted that to be his cock inside of Jungkook’s hole, his knot swelling and pushing inside of him, his cum flooding Jungkook’s insides.

Yoongi wouldn’t dare challenge their pack alpha, not like this, even if he wanted to. The guilty thought did cross his mind of pushing Namjoon over and challenging him for the right to fuck Jungkook.

But Yoongi was still in control enough to not go that far. Instead he grit his teeth and tightened his hold on Jungkook’s shoulders and admired the boy's every reaction while Yoongi’s cock strained in the air untouched, reminding himself that soon it would be his turn.

After Namjoon had knotted Jungkook, Jungkook’s submission bloomed, the fight, for the moment, vanishing. It was beautiful.

But Yoongi still ached.

They helped the pair settle comfortably on the couch and then dispersed to relieve themselves of their own hard cocks.

Seokjin had urged them all to not waste their cum and to collect it in a bowl that he would use to make Jungkook’s drinks. Even though they could now fuck their cum into Jungkook, it was best to use their entire arsenal for the bitching. If fucking was enough by itself, almost any of the alphas would have been bitched by now.

Yoongi barely listened. As he left the living room, he found himself pushing up behind Hoseok, pinning him against a wall and rutting his cock against the other alpha’s ass. He mouthed at Hoseok’s neck and scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin, something he would never normally do.

Hoseok snarled at him, breaking through Yoongi’s hold and turning around and pushing Yoongi away roughly.

“Hyung,” Hoseok growled, baring his teeth.

Yoongi stumbled back, blinking and coming to his senses.

“Fuck,” Yoongi said, looking over Hoseok to check for any injuries. There were none. “Sorry, Hob-ah.” Even as he said it, he felt the urge to fight the alpha and pin him down and take him. He reeled back at his own instincts and balled his fists, digging his nails into his own palms. “Fuck.”

“I am not your bitch,” Hoseok growled. “Control yourself.”

Yoongi bared his teeth back, pissed at the alpha who was below him in the hierarchy to challenge him here when Yoongi was already so on edge.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok barked, and it was enough to jar Yoongi out of his head again.

Yoongi hated backing down, but he did, breathing sharply through his nose and forcing his shoulders and face to relax. He wasn’t so lost to his instincts that he would force himself on someone. He had to remind himself that the one challenging him right now wasn’t a stranger, but Hoseok, who Yoongi would never hurt. In fact, his heart ached at the steely expression in Hoseok’s eyes.

That got Yoongi to actually relinquish, shoulders fully dropping and hands relaxing at his side.

“God, I’m so sorry, Hoseok,” Yoongi said and actually meant it this time.

Hoseok’s relaxed too, a fraction “It’s okay hyung, believe me I get it, after watching that. But you better take care of that,” he nodded down at Yoongi’s dick, “on your own.”

Yoongi nodded stiffly then turned tail and left for his own bedroom. Had he not been so riled up, he probably could have fucked Hoseok, gotten his cock inside of the other alpha and had a good coupling, but Yoongi was far too keyed up and any interaction between Yoongi and another alpha would end badly unless the other alpha was prepared to submit like a bitch - like Jungkook would.

Yoongi stripped off his clothes and then grabbed a pillow to rut his cock against and another one to sink his teeth into and imagined he was fucking Jungkook, starting off by dominating the maknae in his head to thoughts of Jungkook in heat and begging for his knot.

Yoongi came suddenly, soaking the pillow in his spend and moaning loudly. He quickly cupped his knot in one hand to stave off the ache of it hanging free, then remembered Seokjin’s request. He fumbled, reaching for an empty cup on his bedside table and then aiming his tip at it and letting the rest spill inside.

Yoongi shuddered as his orgasm came to a stop, feeling immensely more calm. He was surprised at just how much he came. Not as much as he would have had he been knotted inside of Jungkook or anyone else, but much more than he usually would on his own.

The pillow may or may not be salvageable. Yoongi cringed at how much cum stained the case. He scraped off as much as he could into the cup but some of it had already soaked in.

Whatever, it would probably come out in the wash. Yoongi stripped the pillow case off and threw the pillow and it’s case off the bed to deal with later, though not before having a dirty thought of shoving Jungkook’s face into the cum-soaked cover while Yoongi fucked him from behind.

Fuck, Yoongi squeezed his knot and another dribble of his cum released and he whimpered, actually fucking whimpered.

Jungkook had Yoongi so whipped for him.

—-

Yoongi woke up bright and early the next morning, much earlier than he usually did. He was not a morning person. Not without at least 2 cups of coffee. He groaned and switched sleeping positions, determined to fall back asleep when he felt his morning wood aching, begging for his attention. Yoongi almost ignored it, until he remembered that it being a new day meant Jungkook was open for use by everyone, not just the pack alpha.

Yoongi sprang out of bed quicker than he possibly ever had. The only time he’d maybe gotten up quicker was when they had a schedule that he was late for and someone dragged him out.

Yoongi had slept in just loose boxers and his cock bulged the fabric obscenely. He didn’t bother putting on anymore clothes as he left his room, decency was the last thing on his mind.

Jungkook’s room was empty and Yoongi scowled as he turned away and stalked over to Namjoon’s room. There were two human sized lumps under Namjoon’s covers.

Yoongi breathed out slowly. He wasn’t so desperate that he’d wake Jungkook up from his much deserved sleep but he’d be damned if he let anyone else get to Jungkook before he did that morning.

So Yoongi stepped softly into the room and shut the door behind him. He made it all the way to bed and just started to peel back the covers to slip under them when Namjoon stirred.

The alpha let out a quiet growl at the intruder before abruptly cutting it off when he recognized Yoongi.

“Hyung?” Namjoon questioned in a whisper, only propping himself up slightly and obviously trying not to disturbed Jungkook who slept tucked up against his chest.

Jungkook snuffled and Yoongi took a moment to appreciate the boy's sleeping pout before he answered Namjoon.

“Want to be here when he wakes up,” Yoongi said back, just as quietly.

Namjoon stared for a moment, just long enough for Yoongi to wonder if he’d deny Yoongi, before he nodded, and laid fully back down. Yoongi smiled and crawled into their bed on Jungkook’s other side.

None of them were strangers to sharing a bed together. They were well enough off nowadays that they all had separate rooms and it was nice to have privacy when needed, but occasionally a shared bed was still needed when traveling and other times it was just nice to sleep next to another warm body.

Even the alphas often sought physical affection from each other. The stereotype that alphas didn’t like that from each other was all wrong. Sure, it took Yoongi longer to accept affection from fellow alphas, but once they all knew each other, it wasn’t a problem, it was wanted. Sex with alphas could still be tricky to navigate but only because sex brought out their base instincts, the same instincts they were counting on to bitch Jungkook.

So Yoongi was quite familiar with the feeling of spooning up behind Jungkook with Namjoon on the other side of their maknae. The biggest difference was how badly Yoongi wanted to rail Jungkook and how Jungkook now finally had a scent.

Yoongi pressed in close behind Jungkook, carefully so as to not wake him, and inhaled the boy’s scent right at his neck. He wasn’t wearing his collar, the leather unsafe to sleep in. They’d have to get him a sleep collar at some point, if Jungkook liked the idea of wearing their claim 24/7. The thought made Yoongi huff in possessive glee.

Jungkook smelled like alpha. It was a dark earthy chocolate scent. Yoongi loved it, but he knew it would change with the bitching. From the article, Jungkook’s scent would be the first indication that Jungkook’s body started to respond to the bitching. So far, Jungkook smelled the same as when he’d presented. Yoongi sniffed deeply, memorizing the different notes in the scent so as to be able to pinpoint any changes once they occurred.

He loved Jungkook’s scent now, but he wondered if it’d grow even more intoxicating once Jungkook’s scent started to take on distinctly omegan notes.

Yoongi’s cock throbbed, reminding him of its presence. Yoongi did his best to ignore it and just close his eyes to catch a bit more sleep, but after a few minutes, he couldn’t help but grind his hips forward, pressing his hardened cock into Jungkook’s lower back, right above the swell of his ass. He stayed gentle with it though, just slow rolls of his hips, enjoying the bit of pressure while inhaling Jungkook’s scent.

Eventually, Jungkook stirred, shifting on the bed. Yoongi stilled completely, wanting to give Jungkook the chance to fall back asleep if possible. It was still too early.

The boy shuddered and his breathing quickened though, He craned his neck and blinked back at Yoongi with a lazy smile.

“Hi hyung,” Jungkook greeted, voice rough with sleep.

Yoongi tilted forward and kissed the boy’s sweet lips. “Hi, bun, good morning.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hummed against Yoongi’s lips. He pressed his ass back firmly against Yoongi’s cock. “Good morning”

Yoongi caught Jungkook’s hip in his hand and squeezed – hard. He nipped Jungkook’s lips.

“Don’t tease, bun,” Yoongi voiced darkly, even as ground his cock into Jungkook’s ass. It had lost some of its hardness while waiting for Jungkook to wake up but it perked up fully again quickly, ready to go.

“Not trying to,” Jungkook whispered, kissing Yoongi back. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi teased, dragging his hand up Jungkook’s naked body to his chest and tweaked a nipple. “Bun’s had one cock in his hole and is already greedy for more?”

“Yes,” Jungkook answered with no shame, breath hitching as Yoongi played with his chest.

Namjoon huffed, propping himself up on his elbow to stare over Jungkook at Yoongi. “Really couldn’t wait?” He said in a faux annoyed tone, likely having caught on to why Yoongi joined them in the bedroom the second Namjoon invited him in.

Yoongi still responded by shrugging and pulling Jungkook into his body possessively and kissing beneath his ear. Jungkook shuddered. “You heard him, our bun is greedy.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes but he smiled and his pupils expanded as he drank in Jungkook’s flushed face.

Yoongi reached beneath the covers to lower his boxers and let his cock out. He pressed it between Jungkook’s legs and rocked himself there, sliding against Jungkook’s perineum and his balls.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined, spreading his legs.

Yoongi scraped his nails across Jungkook’s chest.

Namjoon reached behind Jungkook and Yoongi had to hold back a growl as their pack alpha’s fingers trailed down Jungkook’s ass to his hole. Namjoon had had his turn already, it was Yoongi’s turn to play with Jungkook now.

“He needs lube,” Namjoon said. He rolled over to reach into the bedside drawer and came back with lube and wet fingers.

This time, Yoongi felt calmer as Namjoon reached behind Jungkook for his hole again, but he still watched Namjoon’s hand like a hawk. It was an awkward angle, but Namjoon spread the lube there and then plunged in two fingers. Yoongi kept rutting his cock between Jungkook’s thighs and against his balls, breathing getting heavier as he watched Namjoon stretch Jungkook’s tiny hole.

It was amazing it had fit Namjoon’s cock inside of it just last night and it was now about to fit Yoongi inside of it.

Namjoon pressed in a third finger and scissored him. Jungkook whined, calling Yoongi’s attention and Yoongi cradled him in his arm and kissed him as best he could at the awkward angle.

“He’s ready for you hyung.” Namjoon pulled back, slipping his 3 fingers out. He reached for Yoongi’s dick and slid his hand around it, spreading what was left of the lube over Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi wasn’t sure 3 fingers was enough to stretch Jungkook for his cock, even if he wasn’t as big as Namjoon (a point that hurt his pride a little bit, but it was how you used your size that mattered more, anyways). Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to care though, not with how much his dick throbbed and Jungkook’s sweet little “please.”

Yoongi grabbed the base of his cock, the knot already starting to swell, and pressed the head against Jungkook’s ass. He rubbed it there, spreading the lube even more, and then bit Jungkook’s shoulder hard enough to leave indents but not enough to break skin as he pressed his cockhead inside.

Jungkook’s breath caught and he stiffened up. Yoongi saw Jungkook’s face pinch up and how tightly he gripped Namjoon’s arm.

“Breathe, little one,” Namjoon whispered, kissing Jungkook’s forehead. “You can take it. Be a good little omega for your alpha hyung.”

Jungkook let out a shuddering breath. “Alpha.” The title came out strangled through tight vocal cords.

“That’s right, good boy, I’m your alpha,” Yoongi grunted, pushing just a bit further in. It was a tight squeeze, Jungkook’s ass having closed up during the night. Namjoon definitely didn’t open him up quite enough but Yoongi was too eager to pull back out to spend more time on it, not unless Jungkook really couldn’t take it. Instead, Yoongi rocked his hips with his cock just barely inside, barely pushing in more than a millimeter at a time, allowing Jungkook’s hole to get used to the intrusion.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, but still pressed back against Yoongi and visibly tried to relax and let Yoongi inside.

Fuck, he was such a good boy. Yoongi licked his shoulder where his teeth had left indents and sucked a mark. It would be far enough over that a shirt would cover it. Yoongi wanted to lay his marks all over Jungkook’s body, up and down his back and chest, high up on his collarbones and up his neck so that the entire world would see Jungkook was owned already.

He was theirs. He was Yoongi’s.

Yoongi let out a low growl as he rolled Jungkook from his side to his belly, facedown on the bed with Yoongi hovering above him. He rocked his hips faster, pushing his cock almost all the way inside and Jungkook gasped and clawed at the bed.

Yoongi pressed one hand down on the small of Jungkook’s back and reached up with the other to gently squeeze the back of Jungkook’s neck. For an omega, this sensitive area of the neck would aid in sending them down into submission for their alpha and heighten the pleasure. It could calm them down when stressed and open them up to more readily receive alpha pheromones.

For an alpha, another alpha pressing on the vulnerable area riled up their instincts and told them to fight back.

It was the exact area Yoongi had stimulated on Hoseok last night and what made the other alpha snap back at him. Yoongi should never have done it to Hobi and he still felt a bit ashamed for it, but it was that exact response now that Yoongi was betting on.

Sure enough, the action made Jungkook rebel, pushing up off the bed and turning his head to growl and snarl at Yoongi. Jungkook’s hips bucked and Yoongi felt a little bit like he was trying to tame a bull and stay on top. He dug his fingers harder into Jungkook’s neck and with Namjoon’s help, they managed to pin Jungkook down and keep him down, despite the boys continued struggles.

There were still signs that Jungkook enjoyed it all, though, and Jungkook never said his safeword to stop it. Between his growls there were gasps of pleasure and between trying to buck Yoongi off of him, he pressed his ass back to meet Yoongi’s thrusts.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi’s knot to expand. Yoongi was too impatient to tease Jungkook with it and so quickly pushed it inside and rocked his hips flush with Jungkook’s ass until his knot was fully expanded, completely locking them together. Jungkook let out a series of gasp and moans, each one higher than the rest as Yoongi’s knot and cock rubbed his insides and prostate.

“Hyung,” Jungkook cried loudly. “Alpha.”

“Good boy,” Yoongi grunted. “Good boy, fuck, such a good boy.”

Jungkook’s struggles lessened, the knot keeping him from fighting back, telling his body he had been well and thoroughly dominated and there was no point to resist anymore.

Yoongi’s balls drew up and finally, he came, shooting his load thick and creamy into Jungkook. Yoongi groaned and bit down on Jungkook’s shoulder, to the left of his previous bite. Jungkook whimpered.

“Shhh, shh, that’s it, good boy,” Namjoon murmured. He wiped the tears from under Jungkook’s eyes and pet his hair.

Yoongi kissed the indented skin and sucked another small mark next to it. He rolled them so they were on their sides, facing Namjoon. There was a wet spot underneath Jungkook’s hips where Jungkook’s own cum had spilled.

“Did so well, took my knot so good.” Yoongi praised.

“Yeah?” Jungkook asked, voice too small.

Yoongi kissed his cheek. “Yeah, couldn’t ask for a better omega.”

Jungkook groaned constantly. If his face wasn’t already completely flush, Yoongi was sure the boy would be blushing deeply.

“Fuck,” Jungkook squeezed his ass around Yoongi’s knot. “It’s so much.”

Yoongi dropped his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder and groaned. It felt like Jungkook was milking his knot, literally, as more cum dribbled out of his cock to fill Jungkook up.

“So intense,” Jungkook mumbled, biting his lip coyly.

“Mmhm, you like it,” Yoongi kissed those lips.

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighed. “But I don’t know if I want it that intense all the time.”

“It won’t be,” Namjoon said, then pecked Jungkook’s lips with his own. “Once your biology has gotten the message, it shouldn’t be that intense unless we specifically make it to be. And,” Namjoon’s hand trailed down Jungkook’s abdomen, over his caged cock and down past his balls to rub the sensitive skin between his balls and ass, “your other hole will take knots much easier once it opens up for us.”

“Mmhm,” Jungkook hummed. “Can’t wait. Want a knot in all my holes at once.”

Yoongi snorted and nipped at Jungkook’s shoulder lightly. “Greedy, bun.”

“Can’t help it, I have such hot alphas.”

—

If Yoongi thought that fucking Jungkook would take the edge off, he thought wrong. It worked the first few hours of the day. They had fallen back asleep with Yoongi’s knot snug inside of Jungkook for another sleep cycle, then woke up and cleaned each other up. Yoongi felt good after that for a little while. In fact he felt high, like he was on top of the world.

That lasted until near midday in his studio where just nothing seemed to be going his way and Yoongi felt a deep simmering agitation within. He was torn between wanting to hit something and wanting to fuck someone.

Yoongi grumbled and left his studio to take a short walk, a chance to clear his head and maybe get another drink to add to his desk side collection. He wandered aimlessly around the building, including going down a few levels of stairs to walk the hallways on a different floor.

Before he knew it, Yoongi was outside one of the dance practice rooms and he could hear Jungkook and Hoseok inside. Immediately, Yoongi’s eyes dilated and it felt like his blood was boiling with his prey so near - No. Jungkook was not prey. Yoongi shook his head.

Yoongi placed his hand on the door but paused before he pushed it open. He should walk on, get back to producing beats. He’d had his time with Jungkook this morning and even though he wanted to see the younger and never let him out of his sight again, Yoongi had an actual job to do. Then, Jungkook groaned on the other side of the door and Yoongi’s nostrils flared, trying to pick up any hint of scent at all but of course, there was only Hoseok’s with Jungkook having put on his scent depressor before leaving.

Jungkook groaned again and Yoongi pushed open the door.

Yoongi wasn’t sure what he was expecting. The groan wasn’t particularly sexual so he wasn’t sure why he was a bit disappointed and relieved at the same time to see the two not in the middle of having sex on the dance floor.

No, the two were just in the middle of a dance practice. Completely normal. Jungkook must have groaned because of a hard move or something. Yoongi’s heard him working out plenty of times before and the boy was not quiet in the slightest.

Jungkook and Hoseok finished their last few moves then looked towards the open door. Jungkook grinned, face flushed and sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Hoseok gave him a pondering look.

“Hi, hyung,” Jungkook beamed.

“Hi,” Yoongi said. His eyes zeroed in on Jungkook. On the bracelet on his wrist, on his oversized clothing hanging off his frame, the little bit of sweat on his neck. Yoongi wanted to devour him.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked and Yoongi blinked back to the present.

“Huh?”

“Just asked if you were taking a break,” Hoseok said.

“Oh, yeah.” Yoongi swallowed. “I should get back actually.” He continued to stare at Jungkook and pondered if he could get away with bending him over in the dance room. The doors locked, but they weren’t very soundproof. Maybe he could drag Jungkook back to his studio. Would Hoseok allow it? Would he have to fight the other alpha off? Yoongi licked his teeth.

“Ok, well we’re going to continue practicing then,” Hoseok said curtly.

Yoongi finally tore his gaze from Jungkook and met Hoseok’s eyes. The other alpha gave him an odd look. Yoongi swallowed. “Ok.”

He shut the door and hurriedly shuffled back to his own studio. Halfway there he realized he was hard. He wasn’t sure when his cock had decided it was playtime but as soon as Yoongi realized he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Yoongi nearly slammed his door shut in his hurry. He shoved his pants halfway down his legs and got a hand around his cock as he sat back down in his chair. He huffed as he jerked himself off. His teeth ached, and since there wasn’t anyone around to bite he sunk his teeth into his own arm.

Fuck.

Jerking his cock wasn’t helping. He felt crazed and nowhere closer to cumming and being done with the midday horny haze.

Yoongi dropped his forehead against the desk and groaned. He squeezed his cock another time then let it go. It still throbbed, but he had a sense that taking care of it now wasn’t going to be possible.

No, Yoongi would do his best to focus for another few hours and then head home where he’d have more privacy and time. He tucked himself back into his pants.

Work barely happened for the next hour, Yoongi unable to focus, before he gave up completely and decided to head home, thankful he didn’t have anything official on his schedule that day.

Before leaving his studio, Yoongi made sure his dick was positioned in such a way it wasn’t so obvious. It had flagged a bit in that hour, but it hadn’t gone completely soft.

Yoongi would go home and take care of whatever was going on and then maybe he’d have a second wave of productivity in the evening.

Except, when he got home, Namjoon was there minding his own business but for some reason it set Yoongi on edge. He had to hold himself back from attacking his pack alpha. He dug his nails into his own palms.

Yoongi didn’t even say anything, just glared and huffed and Namjoon’s eyes shot up with a glare of his own, both their pheromones rising in a quiet standoff.

Then, Namjoon’s eyes widened and he took a more deliberate sniff of the air. Namjoon stepped towards Yoongi, body language softening. Yoongi stiffened up more and actually growled at his pack alpha approaching him.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon said, raising his hands up in front of him, palms out

Yoongi’s glare got sharper. He bared his teeth.

“Hyung. You smell like pre-rut.”

That got Yoongi to pause, his growl cutting off. What? He wasn’t due for a rut for another 3 weeks and Yoongi was used to his cycle being regular. He didn’t get early ruts.

“I know it’s early,” Namjoon continued. As pack alpha he was aware of everyone's cycles. “It must have been triggered by the bitching. I didn’t think that would happen, but I suppose, I’ve read that acting on more of your base instincts can cause a cycle to trigger early. That must have been what happened here. I smelled just a little bit on you this morning but I thought it was just the sex pheromones.”

Yoongi reeled, stepping backwards. Fuck, he couldn’t be, could he? It made his actions that day make sense, why he wanted to fight or fuck or both, why his cock was still half hard in his pants and why a simple hand hadn’t been enough.

“And by the smell of it, it’s coming on quick. You might be in full rut by nighttime,” Namjoon finished.

Fuck.