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“Good morning, sweetheart.”
Jungkook opened his eyes upon hearing the quiet, sweet voice. He blinked a few times, still sleepy, and realised that there was a warm hand petting the side of his face.
“Hello, baby. Think it’s the big day?” Seokjin asked. Jungkook’s mother was smiling warmly at him.
Seokjin had been waking Jungkook up the same way for the last few days. Jungkook had to disappoint him on the previous mornings, but today, Jungkook mused as he felt the familiar heat deep inside his body, today might just be it.
Jungkook was still just a slight bit hesitant about the whole plan and he took a few seconds before he nodded shyly. Seokjin’s face lit up and he swiftly pushed Jungkook’s blanket off him. Jungkook shivered as the movement sent a gush of cool air across the bare skin of his legs. The feeling quickly became pleasant though, as the heat coiled under his skin and made him start sweating lightly under his loose sleeping t-shirt and panties.
Seokjin moved around the room, humming. They had to check to be sure, but if everything went well, then this was the day.
The day his son Jungkook would get bred by his father and give Seokjin the baby that he craved.
Jungkook observed as his mother gathered things around the room as he stood next to the bed, waiting. Seokjin soon had his hands full of needed equipment. He started by stripping the bed of all the sleep linens and laying a fresh, stark white bedsheet on, caressing the ironed folds. He tapped the spot in the middle of the bed, smiling at Jungkook.
“Hop on, baby. You might feel in heat now, but let’s make sure, hm?”
Jungkook crawled on the designated spot and laid on his back, bending his knees up and placing his feet wide. This part has happened every morning for the past week and he was used to it.
Seokjin sat between Jungkook’s legs and placed his hands on Jungkook’s knees. He slowly slid them down the inner side of Jungkook’s thighs, causing the teen to tremble slightly. Jungkook’s breath hitched as the hands stopped on the hem of the crotch part of his panties.
“Yes, yes, yes, baby. I can already see,” Seokjin slid his pointer finger down the middle of the strip of material, which already started to get a little damp from the slick Jungkook was producing, “that we are getting very, very close.”
Jungkook mewled quietly. His body gladly welcomed the attention.
“Lift your hips for me, honey,” Seokjin asked, curving his fingers behind the waistband of the panties and pulling them down when Jungkook obeyed. He moaned out loud at the sight.
Jungkook’s pussy was beautiful. Seokjin got really familiar with it in the past week’s inspections every morning, but it was especially beautiful today. The slick was trickling down his tiny slit and it clung to his big, fat lips when they stretched open from the position of Jungkook’s legs. So pretty and pink. The fertile scent hit Seokjin’s nose, no longer stifled by the barrier of cloth. As a fellow omega, it didn’t affect Seokjin as much as it would an alpha, but it was still so arousing. Seokjin could feel the throb of his clit in his own pants.
This was one hot, ripe, virgin pussy.
Seokjin threw the damp panties to the corner of the bed and reached for the small bag he had carried over. The sound of the zipper opening was loud in the room that was very quiet save for the young omega, who had started softly panting with anticipation.
The first thing out of the bag was a metal object that was a private favourite of Seokjin’s - a speculum. He lifted it to his lips and kissed the cold surface of the prongs and when he caught Jungkook’s clouding gaze, he put them inside his mouth in one swift motion. The cold metal was unpleasant in Seokjin’s throat, but it was the quickest way to warm it up a bit before he used it on Jungkook. He hadn’t done this on the days before, but seeing as omegas in heat could run really hot, a touch of something cold inside their hot cavern was an unnecessary shock.
Seokjin quickly got impatient though and leaned over Jungkook’s crotch to insert the instrument. He pulled Jungkook’s inner labia lips apart with the fingers of one hand and slowly pushed the speculum into the opened slit with the other.
“Augh- fuck,” whispered Jungkook hoarsely. The pleasure of having something inside his needy hole satisfied the omega.
Seokjin hummed in a calming way and turned his head to leave a peck on Jungkook’s thigh, to which Jungkook reacted in a brief giggle. Seokjin continued to push the speculum into his son’s pussy and when it was deep enough he flicked the turnwheel to start opening it up. Jungkook’s breath hitched with every stretch of his tight hole.
Once it was open enough, Seokjin got a small flashlight from his bag and pointed it inside the vagina. There was so much slick glistening on the walls of it, but the crown jewel was very visible. Jungkook’s cervix sat low, flushed the prettiest pink Seokjin ever saw.
“Oh, baby… I think you’re right. You are in heat,” Seokjin said, entranced by the view. Jungkook let out a shaky breath when his mother inserted a finger into the stretched pussy, tapping the metal parts of the speculum and feeling the sides of the pussy. With his slicked up hand he set the speculum to open even more.
“A-agh!” Jungkook yelped at the feeling. The stretch was a bit more than his virgin hole could take right now.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just need to check one more thing,” Seokjin said and reached inside Jungkook again. This time the stretch allowed him to reach the cervix with the tip of his long finger and he felt the ring of tight muscle give.
“Shit, fuck, mom!” Jungkook thrashed his head to the sides when he felt his mother finger his cervix lightly.
“Oh, darling… It’s so beautiful, how you open up… Your cervix is so soft, sweetie, so soft and plump… Do you feel how dilated it already is?” Seokjin whispered in amazement and then quickly scrambled to lean over Jungkook’s face and kiss him hard.
Jungkook sucked in a breath through his nose, surprised. Despite how affectionate his mother was, he had never kissed him on the mouth like this. Jungkook felt Seokjin’s tongue push into his mouth and the slide of their combined saliva burned Jungkook up.
“You’re perfect, darling, perfect,” Seokjin panted heavily when he parted his lips from his son’s, leaving both of their mouths glistening wet. “Just on time too, my perfect baby, gonna make his mom so happy, aren’t you?”
It had just registered in Jungkook’s mind that when he woke up this morning it was the day of his 18th birthday, something that was carefully planned by his parents to be the day of the breeding, but things could still go wrong despite all the preparation. Jungkook blushed shyly, feeling kind of proud for fulfilling the expectations.
“My birthday boy is gonna get a good fuck for his gift, hm? Become a man in all the ways.” Seokjin nuzzled Jungkook’s neck.
“Mom,” Jungkook whined. His mother going all mushy about him growing up was embarrassing, even if he was about to be even more embarrassed throughout the rest of the day.
Seokjin patted Jungkook’s hair and laughed as he moved back in between the teen’s legs. He closed the speculum and slid it out, to which Jungkook’s chest sagged with relief. He moved his hand down to his pussy to tug at his needy, engorged clit.
The speculum hadn’t been the only part of the morning rituals. Jungkook’s parents obtained a drug, a heat inducer and fertility booster, that they had given him every day through injections to his sensitive bud, making it grow and swell throughout the week.
It was that very syringe that Seokjin pulled out from his bag last. Jungkook sent his mom a questioning look.
“But I’m already in heat… no?” Jungkook’s mind began clouding slowly with lust and need, making him more confused.
“Yes, darling, but it should also improve your fertility today. There’s no harm in trying, right? You want your sweet little womb to be ripe and ready, don’t you?” Seokjin smiled as he hovered the syringe over Jungkook’s crotch.
Jungkook twisted his mouth. His body was telling him that yes, everything that improved his chances of getting pregnant today was good, but he disliked the needles. He whined when he felt it prick under the sensitive hood of his clit, but the drug made the area burn slightly in a pleasant way, making Jungkook moan after a while.
“Good boy.” Seokjin put his equipment away and kissed away the lone drop of blood that surfaced after the injection, causing Jungkook to squirm a little.
“Let me get Namjoon, okay?”
Seokjin was again leaning over Jungkook’s face. When Jungkook looked into his eyes, he saw his mother’s lashes were dewy with small tears and he felt himself go warm with something else than omega heat. He nodded and Seokjin gave him the last peck on his forehead and left the room.
Jungkook listened to the sounds of footsteps fading away and thought about the events that led to this day.
The Kim family was always very happy together. But Jungkook was growing up and preparing to leave the nest and Seokjin, the ever caring and nurturing omega, felt uneasy about a house without a child. The couple had tried for another baby, but it soon came out that the chance of Seokjin ever getting pregnant again were very slim.
Jungkook doesn’t know what led their parents to the idea of using Jungkook as a surrogate, but he understood the appeal of getting a baby that would still be as much blood as the rest of them, safe from unknown influence of genes of some strangers. At first he felt uneasy about what it entailed - Jungkook was about to be fucked and bred by his own father while having sex for the first time. Jungkook had gotten a few kisses stolen by alphas here and there, but never lost his virginity. And he was about to do it with his father.
Jungkook must’ve been fucked up, because after the initial shock, the offer seemed so fucking sexy and tempting that he agreed.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by sounds of his parents approaching the room. His father, Namjoon, looked like he had almost ran, his chest rising and falling quickly and nose twitching while scenting the air. For an alpha, the smell of a young, fertile omega in heat, was like a drug. Jungkook was too far away, but he could swore he saw his father’s eyes darken as they zeroed in on his half naked form on the bed, his legs still placed apart and his wet pussy on display.
Namjoon growled when Seokjin caught up and stood next to him, reaching his arm around his husband’s shoulders and seductively whispered in his ear.
“He’s so fucking beautiful, isn’t he? Our baby omega.”
Namjoon licked his lips, nodding. Seokjin entwined fingers with his husband’s and pulled him closer to the bed.
Jungkook, having smelled an aroused alpha, quickly lost the clarity of his thoughts. He observed his father coming closer and focused on how good looking he was. Both his parents were attractive, still quite young after having Jungkook early themselves. But while his mother’s gorgeous omega figure was simply very pleasing to his eye, his father’s alpha posture made him drool. He had thick muscles all over and wide shoulders, which seemed even wider now as he slowly succumbed to his primal nature. He stepped slowly like a predator on a hunt.
Jungkook felt his hole flutter needly.
“Daddy… Alpha,” He whined, feeling stinging tears behind his eyelids.
“He dropped so fast for you, my god.” Seokjin whispered in awe at the speed with which his son was becoming a clingy mess, completely surrendered to his instincts.
“Omega,” snarled Namjoon.
Seokjin climbed next to Jungkook while Namjoon kneeled at the foot of the bed. He grabbed Jungkook by the ankles and rapidly pulled him closer, so that his legs now fell around Namjoon and off the edge of the bed. Jungkook squealed at being manhandled this way and screamed louder when his father immediately dove to lick at his son’s pussy.
“His juices are delicious, right?” Seokjin looked at his mate eating out their child’s vagina. He reached out and touched Jungkook’s fat clit, feeling Namjoon’s tongue lapping at the folds underneath. Seokjin’s fingers were covered in slick in seconds and Jungkook observed, gasping, as he brought it up to his lips, dripping it on Jungkook’s t-shirt.
“Mmm, delicious, indeed. Want to taste, baby? Daddy seems to like it a lot.” Seokjin asked Jungkook just as he felt Namjoon breach his hole with his tongue. Jungkook screamed out, but he was quickly muffled by his mother’s fingers, coated in his own slick, being pushed into his mouth. He sucked them instinctively.
Namjoon observed what the pair was doing and growled, sending vibrations down his throat into his son’s hole. The two omegas were so hot and he was so aroused, he knew he was balancing on the verge of a rut.
“Alpha loves your creamy juices, omega.” Namjoon’s voice was so raspy, Jungkook felt tingles running down his spine at the praise.
“You will be even creamier once it mixes with his seed,” said Seokjin.
At his words Namjoon sucked hard on the pussy and Jungkook moaned loudly and arched his back when he felt his climax hit. He had been worked up since he woke up and the dirty talk of his parents sent him into his first orgasm of the day. Seokjin laughed sweetly and Namjoon pushed his face away from the hole to see it wink at him as the muscles contracted.
“My fucking god, that’s hot” Namjoon breathed out.
“He is so, so good.” Seokjin leaned and kissed Jungkook’s open mouth, still struggling for air while his pussy spasmed.
Namjoon reached behind his back, tugged his shirt off and threw it into the corner of the room. Seokjin, seeing that, pulled weak Jungkook’s torso up and pulled his baggy t-shirt off as well, showing off his chest for the first time.
On Jungkook’s usually flat chest there was now a pair of the smallest, soft mounds of flesh. Male omegas didn’t develop breasts until they were pregnant or nursing. Jungkook’s change must have been caused by the drugs his parents injected him with everyday for the whole week.
“Holy shit,” whispered Seokjin and Namjoon in unison at the sight.
Jungkook followed their gaze to his own chest and heaved.
“My… tits?” he asked in confusion.
Seokjin gently grasped Jungkook’s right breast and Namjoon did the same with the left. Jungkook moaned lowly as they began to squeeze and massage the squishy tissue.
“Your body wants to be pregnant so bad,” Seokjin sighed dreamily.
“Me too… I want to be pregnant too…”
Jungkook didn’t even register what he had said when he felt a sudden surge of pain on his leg and screamed loudly. Namjoon had pierced his delicate skin of the inner thigh with his bite. The alpha had definitely spiraled into the frenzy of a rut. Seokjin gasped at the sight.
“ALPHA!” Jungkook’s tears threatened to spill before and now finally did. He didn’t know what to think, his mind was filled with alpha, alpha, alpha’s bite, alpha’s claim. It wasn’t the mating bite that tied people for life, like the bite marks his parents wore on their necks, but it was enough to stake a claim, to satiate the omega and calm the alpha, let him know that there would be no competition for the omega for the time being. For the duration of the omega's heat, he was his only alpha.
“You’re mine” Namjoon’s voice was low as he pushed his hand hard on Jungkook’s little breast, his eyes fixated on the fresh wound.
“Yours,” Jungkook moaned.
“Ours,” suggested Seokjin.
“Yours!” Jungkook repeated.
He twisted his hands in the bed sheets and shut his eyes, too overwhelmed. He felt his parents slide on his body, leaving panting kisses, until he felt two tongues licking on the bite on his thigh. The pain lessened from the healing properties of the saliva and Jungkook could focus more on the pleasure the mark had brought his inner omega. He had been claimed during his heat! His father had marked him as his and now nothing could take him away from the rutting alpha. Jungkook felt like he could come again from the thought alone.
Namjoon and Seokjin’s tongues slided next to each other on the teeth marks. Small droplets of blood had welled up in them and they lapped at them hungrily. When they cleaned the wound up they pushed their mouths closer, kissing loudly for the first time this morning. Seokjin moaned when the tangy taste of blood mixed with their combined salivas.
Jungkook had been given a moment of respite and he calmed down enough to open his eyes and observe his parents. The sight was definitely sexy, but Jungkook was in heat and didn’t love that the alpha that had claimed him was now paying attention to another omega. Even if that omega was his own mother and the alpha’s mate.
“Daddy,” Jungkook whined, wiggling his hips.
Namjoon and Seokjin seperated with a loud smack. They moved off the bed and quickly undressed each other with practiced, confident moves. When they had only their underwear on, Namjoon pushed Seokjin on the bed and he fell on his back, stretched out next to Jungkook. Seokjin giggled and Namjoon moved to strangle Jungkook’s hips and place his thick arms around his son’s head, looking down at him.
“Don’t worry, Jungkookie. Daddy’s here.”
Jungkook breathed out a moan as he felt his father grind down on his crotch, the clothed cock hot and hard against his folds. Namjoon caught the moan with his lips, kissing his son intensely.
The briefs Namjoon wore already had a small wet patch from the alpha’s precome, but now the whole front of them went translucent with how wet they were with the omega’s slick. Seokjin observed how the genitals of his husband and his child slid together and bit his lower lip. He moved his hand down to his panties and stroked the damp cloth over his own sensitive pussy.
Namjoon’s hips moved rhythmically. He had been daydreaming about this day, about this, for weeks, ever since Jungkook had told his parents that he agreed to being bred by his father and carrying a baby for his mother.
“Fuck, babyboy” Namjoon mumbled, lost in his fantasy.
Jungkook had been lost in his own mind too. The texture of the cloth stretched over his dad’s thick alpha cock was maddening on his sensitive clit. He desperately needed more.
“Daddy… Alpha, please,” Jungkook whined.
“Please, what?” His father’s tone was teasing.
“Please, daddy… I need more, more cock!”
An animalistic sound rumbled deep in Namjoon’s throat as he fumbled off Jungkook’s waist and tugged his briefs down, tossing them somewhere without a care. Jungkook didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of skin to skin contact when his father straddled him again, this time with his knees around omega’s neck and his erect cock right in Jungkook’s face.
Seokjin’s gasp was loud in the room when the member smacked the teen’s cheek.
“Here’s more of daddy’s cock for you, omega.”
Namjoon gripped his cock with one hand and with the other he aggressively tugged Jungkook’s jaw open, causing him to cry out in surprise. Namjoon had put the thick head of his cock, flushed angry red, against the plump lips, smearing the droplets of precum across them. The sheen it left on his son’s pretty mouth looked better than any lipgloss.
Jungkook blinked at his father without a sound, teary eyes and blushed cheeks. He stretched out his tongue to lick the spongy flesh when Namjoon pushed it into his mouth. He didn’t go deep, just enough to bury the head in the hot wetness of the mouth, but Jungkook wasn’t prepared and he made a weak, choking sound.
“That’s a good boy. Good omega.”
Namjoon thrusted shallowly and Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. His father’s cock filled his mouth in the best of ways. Jungkook loved its heavy weight on his tongue, the thick girth that stretched his lips. The taste of the precum was slightly bitter but Jungkook could also taste his own sweetness, sweetness of the slick that soaked through the underwear when his father humped him earlier. It was incredibly hot to know he was leaving his own traces on the alpha.
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed from the immense pleasure when he heard his mother whisper in his ear.
“Come, baby, help mommy too.”
Seokjin grasped Jungkook’s hand and pulled it from the twisted sheets. Jungkook belatedly noticed that his mom must’ve lost his underwear in the meantime as well, because Jungkook’s hand was guided to Seokjin’s now bare pussy. Seokjin laid outstretched next to his son and made him dip his finger in the clear juices flowing from the parent’s hole. Both omegas moaned at the intimate sensation. It sent delicious vibrations into Namjoon’s cock and he thrusted it deeper into Jungkook’s throat, pushing a choking gargle out of him.
“Fuck, perfect, tight hole.” Namjoon praised his son under his breath.
Seokjin kept holding onto Jungkook’s fingers, pushing two of them into his pussy. Jungkook was too overwhelmed to finger his mother himself, but Seokjin enjoyed riding the fingers on his own. They were his child’s fingers, his child who currently was being choked with the cock that had made him. They were all connected, just as always.
Namjoon felt incredible, having his dick down such a beautiful throat. Jungkook was very inexperienced, left only to moan and salivate around the wide shaft. Namjoon didn’t torture him for long, finally sliding out and letting Jungkook catch a much needed breath.
“What do you say, hm? How’s your first cock?” Namjoon’s cock jerked at the words of the reminder. That’s right, he was Jungkook’s first. Jungkook's only.
Jungkook wheezed. He had never had more than three fingers inside his mouth and getting his throat fucked did a number on him.
“Amazing… Thank… thank you, daddy…” He panted out eventually.
Namjoon chuckled and nuzzled his son’s neck. His scent was wonderful, sweet and fresh and so overwhelmingly fertile. It riled his guts. He followed down, mouth leaving open mouthed kisses on Jungkook’s skin, until he reached the perky nipples that looked like cherries on top of small omega tits. Namjoon bit gently on one of them, but they were sensitive and Jungkook screamed out.
“Can’t wait till there’s milk in these,” Seokjin said and leaned over to suck on the other nipple, still keeping Jungkook’s fingers inside him.
“Mmm, gonna feed us milk, aren’t you, omega? Gonna feed your daddy and daddy’s pups?”
This was the first time today that Namjoon had outwardly said that he was going to have Jungkook carry his child and the omega thrashed at the wave of craving that engulfed him.
“Yes, daddy! Gonna get bred so good for daddy, and for mommy, gonna get knocked up and feed you milk every day!”
Namjoon sucked hard on the nipple, imagining it was already leaking milk for his pup. It would be sweet, just as sweet as his lovely son.
Next to him Seokjin’s orgasm hit him suddenly at the vision that Jungkook’s words caused. In his mind he saw Jungkook lying naked as he was right now, but his tits were big and leaking milk over his bulging tummy, where his womb was swollen with Namjoon’s child. He fell over with the convulsions, dropping Jungkook’s hand and rolling over to catch his breath. He was looking at the ceiling, smiling widely.
Namjoon’s hands traveled down Jungkook’s body, feeling his lean muscles. He stopped at Jungkook’s abdomen, right below his belly button, and kissed it gingerly. He then searched for Jungkook’s eyes and when he caught the hazy gaze, he said,
“Alpha will breed you so well.”
Jungkook let out a pitiful cry.
“Please, alpha, fuck me, please!”
Jungkook sobbed when he left his alpha sever the contact with his body. Where was he going, alpha, he needed alpha! But the only let a few tears go when the big, strong hands touched his skin again, this time on the underside of his thighs. He felt his hips being lifted into the air and his ankles raised high, over the alphas shoulders. He rested them there, locking them together around his father’s neck.
“Don’t cry, omega. I know you must feel so empty.”
Jungkook squealed. His hole clenched, he was so empty inside and everything ached.
“It hurts, alpha! It hurts!”
Namjoon shushed him calmly and turned his head to nib gently at Jungkook’s calf. At the same time his one hand dipped below to gather slick from omega’s pussy. It had been leaking so much that in the place below Jungkook’s ass there was a big, glistening puddle on the bed. Namjoon soon had a hand full of the slick and he swiftly covered his poor neglected cock with it. He moaned at the sensation.
Jungkook then saw his father hold his cock firmly. He had only now realised just how big it was. It was a huge, angry-red, fully erect cock of an adult alpha. And it was going to be inside him. Namjoon raised his head to look at Jungkook. His dark with lust eyes locked with the innocent doe ones.
“You’ll take my seed now, omega” said Namjoon and decisively put the head of his cock inside his son’s folds.
Jungkook screamed out. He had been stretched on the speculum before, but he had clenched with need and anticipation so much since then that his hole was again virgin tight.
It was only just the tip, his father being merciful, and displaying a great show of will at halting his need to thrust and breed, by allowing Jungkook’s walls to adjust to the girth penetrating him slowly.
“Holy shit, fuck!” Jungkook cursed out.
Seokjin crawled over, his gaze focused on the way his mate’s cock breeched their son. He felt the ghost of this sensation in his own pussy and he dropped down on his arms, swaying his hips in the air as if presenting for an alpha.
Namjoon breathed out slowly, trying to keep his composure. No matter how much he wanted to just take the omega and impregnate him without a care, he didn’t want to hurt his precious child. Going slow also allowed him to fully appreciate the wet slide into the perfect, young pussy. Jungkook’s walls were so tight, coated with a thick layer of slick that squelched obscenely. And it was so hot inside. Namjoon’s balls pulled taut at the thought of filling this hot cavern with his sticky, white seed.
Jungkook’s mind went completely blank as the shaft continued entering him. It kept going and going and seemed to have no end. It was slowly carving out a place for itself inside Jungkook and he knew then that he was ruined. His father’s cock was the only one he would ever want. It filled him perfectly, like this is exactly what it was supposed to do.
“Daddy, your cock is perfect for me... Was born for daddy’s cock...” Jungkook mumbled barely stitching words together.
This was the grave to Namjoon’s last reserve of restraint. He had only pushed half of his length inside when he grabbed Jungkook by his hip bones, slid his cock almost all the way out again and thrust.
Jungkook’s back arched so much that his whole body, save for the top of his head, was in the air. His eyes bulged, but he saw nothing, his jaw fell open wide, but he made no sound.
This was like nothing he had ever felt before.
Namjoon bottomed out in one fast move and he drove hard. Jungkook could almost feel his father’s tip reach his cervix before he backed out and now, with the whole length inside of the boy, it was pushing at it with great force, pressing it hard and deep inside Jungkook’s body. Jungkook’s vision flashed white when his most sensitive part got impaled dead on. His mind was completely gone and he didn’t register that he got a second orgasm fucked out of him.
“Holy fuck!” Namjoon screamed, feeling the pussy walls tighten impossibly around his cock, holding the whole length like a vice. He wouldn’t be able to move back out if he wanted to, but of course he didn’t. With his cock wedged in his son’s soft cervix, he was in heaven.
Seokjin whined as he saw Namjoon break into their son. His eyes welled up with tears when he saw the bulge on Jungkook’s tummy, the skin pushing out where the massive alpha’s cock forced itself into the tiny body.
With his hand shaking, Seokjin placed it on top of the bump and moaned at the feeling. Namjoon sucked in a breath, feeling the added weight of his mate’s hand on his cock.
“Are you in?” Seokjin whispered.
Namjoon shook his head.
“His womb? No, not yet.” Namjoon circled his hips around, testing.
Jungkook made an incoherent noise.
Namjoon’s grip on Jungkook’s hips was painful, they were gonna bruise for sure. Jungkook’s omega was going to sing with happiness when he looks at himself later and sees the blooms left on him by his alpha.
“My God.” Seokjin kept his hand in place and put his lips on Jungkook’s little titty, sucking on the thin, delicate skin. Jungkook whirred.
“Alpha…?” His voice was thin.
“Alpha’s here.” Namjoon pushed his hips into Jungkook’s for emphasis, pushing a yelp out of him.
“Alpha.. Kookie… good?”
“So good for me, omega. Gorgeous. Making daddy so proud.”
Jungkook smiled dreamily and put his limp hand on top of his mother’s.
“Feel you, alpha. Deep, here.”
Jungkook heard the low moans stirring in his parents’ throats.
“I’m kissing your cervix, baby. Feel this?” Namjoon thrust again, jostling the boy. Jungkook screamed, feeling the tip fit more snug in his cervix which was opening slowly.
“Daddy, need inside! Inside my womb!” Jungkook clenched his pussy walls, trying to suck the alpha deeper in.
“Yes, let alpha inside your secret hole. Let him unload deep inside it, give you pups.”
Namjoon was snapping his hips rhythmically now, working the ring of muscle open. It was impossibly tight and his big cockhead pushed into it relentlessly. The squelches of his fucking and of Seokjin’s nipple sucking were so loud and lewd.
“Inside, daddy, please, breed-!”
Jungkook’s plea was cut by his scream when he felt the opening inside his body give and the thick cock finally penetrated his womb.
Seokjin wailed when he felt the bulge under his hand grow and move closer to his son’s belly button. He felt it, he felt his mate finally break into the deepest part of their child. Seokjin’s mind was going crazy as he lapped at the soaked breast.
“Your little womb is mine, omega, mine to take and breed and knock up. You take me so well, look at that beautiful tummy that will never be flat again.” Namjoon threw his head back at the incredible feeling that overcame him.
“Yours, yours, daddy, alpha! Please breed me, make me pregnant, daddy!” The stretch of Jungkook’s cervix made him feel elated, the omega was preening at being so close to getting what he needed.
Namjoon cooed.
“I will, baby, I will. It’s a waste not to push a pup deep into this lovely cunt. You’re perfect for this, we should keep you knocked up always, make you our little breeding bitch.”
Jungkook’s body shook with the crushing wave of another orgasm as his scream was joined by Namjoon’s when the alpha felt the cervix clench hard on his cock. Jungkook came at the mere thought of getting this forever, always stuck on his father’s cock, belly kept full of pups and tits of milk, all the time.
“Fuck, you’d like that, don’t you? You’re just a needy hole for your own father’s cum.” A sharp thrust. “Just begging to be impregnated like a broodmare.” Another thrust. “You’ll swell with a child so pretty, daddy’s baby carrying another daddy’s baby.” Another one.
“Please, daddy! I need your pups, please give me your pups, alpha!” Jungkook was full on crying now, tears streaming down his red cheeks. He grabbed needly at the bump of his stomach, begging to be able to feel his child growing there already.
Seokjin smashed his lips with his son’s, muffling his sobs. When he turned back to face his mate again, his face was equally flushed and wet.
“Please.”
The plea of his mate made Namjoon fall forward until he caught himself on his arms again, having released Jungkook’s abused hips, shoving the rapidly growing knot inside Jungkook’s pussy. The omega wailed again at the impossible stretch.
“Yes, yes! Knot me, breed me, daddy!”
Namjoon stilled his hips as shallowly in the open cunt as his wide, thick knot allowed.
“I’ll make sure it takes, omega.”
And snapped his hips forward with as much force as he could muster.
Jungkook came at the first feeling of Namjoon’s hot cum hitting his insides. It was thick, heavy and it clung to the walls of his womb as it filled him up with long spurts after the other. His womb pushed at his guts and at his skin as it grew. The hands of both omegas rised with the swell of the stomach which kept growing along with the unending stream of potent alpha cum.
Jungkook panted heavily as he observed the expanding bump hazily. He already looked several months into a pregnancy, his skin pulling painfully in rapid succession. He smoothed his palms along the sides of the cum filled balloon.
“Alpha’s baby…” He whispered with an awe.
Seokjin looked at his son with round eyes, transfixed on the growth of his child’s bump. His child. That was his child’s life forming in there right now.
He shakily placed the gentlest kiss on the wide expanse of skin.
“I can’t believe this” He whispered shakily.
Namjoon struggled to catch a breath and his frame shivered. He hadn’t bred anyone in almost two decades and the experience was driving him crazy. He looked down, at his son’s fat cunt lips around his thick cock and at the impregnated, swollen belly. A low, pleased growl made its way down Namjoon’s throat.
“I’ll have alpha’s baby?” Jungkook was grinning, feeling his full insides.
“Yes, sweetheart. Gonna carry alpha’s baby for mommy, mommy is so happy with you.” Seokjin kissed his way up Jungkook’s body until he reached his lips and sealed them between his own.
“Going to look so pretty with your sibling growing inside you.” Namjoon’s hips moved experimentally, jostling the knot inside his son. The rut was still burning hot under his skin, bound to keep its levels high for another day or two before it died down. He couldn’t wait to fuck the omega again, make him feel all the cum slosh inside him.
Jungkook moaned at his parents’ words and at the slight movements in his sensitive holes. The insemination made him delirious with pleasure. “More, I want more daddy’s pups.”
Seokjin with one hand pet Jungkook’s hair and his abdomen with the other. He turned his head and shared a smug look with his mate.
Namjoon chuckled. “Well, we can certainly try.”