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Jeongguk is a peculiar alpha, everyone has always made sure to tell him so. 

Sometimes it was harsh, especially at the beginning. People were shocked when he didn’t present as an omega, and even he had been disappointed at the time. 

His scent has always been on the sweeter side, little to no trace of the alpha roughness of it. Even when he presented at the age of seventeen that didn’t change and nor did his desires, in the soft shape of his core, and that was a scary thought, terrifying even. 

He lacked the crudness to be an alpha, the dominance of it all. 

But it wasn’t always like that, it wasn’t always deceptive or looked upon. Not when he was around his mates.

Especially not when he was around Yoongi.

So that uneasiness didn’t last for long, he understood that outsiders would never get him. They would never get any of them. 

Time and the utter love of his pack healed his wounds and Jeongguk can say now that he feels comfortable on his own body and his omega is the one that has most of the credit over it, to be honest. Jeongguk doesn’t know how far he would have come without him. 

There’s something in the way that Yoongi speaks to him, something in the way that his words sound almost poetical to his honey coated ears that inject under his skin to wrap his heart as a swell shield. 

There were things that Yoongi made him see about himself that Jeongguk was too afraid to acknowledge even in his head, not putting a prior name to ghosts that the omega sweetened down with charms that rip him of his fears that caged him down. 

Jeongguk will be eternally grateful for everything Yoongi did and still does for him, so it's just natural that the devotion for his omega just keeps sporadically growing throughout the years.

All the alphas of their pack are sweeter than the norm, Jeongguk thinks he probably knows more about that that Yoongi himself (makes him feel a little selfish, the knowledge that he needs to get pampered more than their own mate, but Yoongi always makes sure that he understands there’s nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong with him). 

The pack bond is pretty much unconventional. The hierarchy is blurred and Jeongguk has never felt like the usual structure fits them properly, still (objectively, he guesses) Namjoon is on the lead with Yoongi following, and Jeongguk would be on the lower side of it with Taehyung, but that’s just what’s written on paper, that’s because the other alphas can’t admit who actually pulls the rope, even if they do know (and even if they don’t say it they all follow their own rules silently, Jeongguk is the only one that wears it with pride and that gives him more power than they would all accept outloud).

Intimacy is a terrain where all of them feel confident. But it wasn’t always like that, it took him time to finally reach that stage, and to be honest the only one who really knows this part of him it’s their omega; but Jeongguk likes the secrecy, he loves that Yoongi has something that nobody else has, that he is the only one who can provide that to him. 

Jeongguk knows this first hand. Being the little one has its perks, it means being pampered almost as much as their omega, but it also comes with great disadvantages too like having less decision over their rules, having to follow every command even when he doesn't think it's fair to.

It’s been almost two months since the entire pack is back after service and Jeongguk doesn’t remember feeling this alive in a while. His chest is always light, calm, a soft haze that sets off his bloodstream just by their scents tangling together around the house; he has heard the happiness on the others too, he can sense them all falling in love again and again as they let the heavy stress wear off slowly, as they spill the caged fears letting the instincts act upon them.

After the second dinner they all share together, they are all tipsy when Yoongi gets the liquid courage to ask for time alone with each of them before their schedule starts to pack again. Their omega had a rough time, they all knew it would be hard to be separated from their mate but Yoongi had it worse, he had to deal with the ache multiplied by six; at least the company from Seokjin and Hoseok was enough to take him off the edge, and Jeongguk almost feels jealous of them for being able to come back home to their omega every night (but he is actually glad, so grateful that at least he wasn’t sleeping alone at the end of the day). 

So Yoongi took his time with all of them, slowly, little by little he gave each of them what they wanted and what he needed in return, even when it wore him out; Jeongguk was the last one on the list, of course, so he had to wait almost for a whole week to have his Yoongi time which he found pretty unfair, but as soon as the omega took him into his nest he didn’t have a care anymore. 

Yoongi was glowing, flushed and sleepy, yet when Jeongguk stepped through his door he lit up once again. Puppy , Yoongi’s voice was so rough it sent a shiver down his spine and his eyes shot up in tears, Hyung has been waiting for you the most, he had whispered as soon as Jeongguk crawled over him , my sweet boy.

His desperation turned Yoongi desperate too, he almost forgot how high the feeling of Yoongi’s desire takes him, the way he gets so feral to have him, even if it’s sweet and gentle and so welcoming, soothing him back to his arms. 

That night he fucked Jeongguk so deliciously that he cried non stop for almost like an hour, a level of soft headspace no one else can take him to. The feeling of Yoongi’s cock had always made him feel all types of delirious, the feeling that they shouldn’t , that it’s not natural; but he doesn’t care about what's natural or not anymore, it can not be wrong if it feels so good.

Jeongguk was always Yoongi’s little one, and he feels utterly relieved to see that his omega still aches to keep it that way as much as he does too. 

Yoongi takes half a day extra with him which they spend sleeping off mostly, just waking up to suck each other off to coax their bodies back to sleep, sweaty and sticky, their scents tangling in a sugary layer that hazes his senses up even more, his instincts on edge. That made the older alphas grunt in displease as soon as they came out of the nest, but they all shut off when the omega’s feline stare fell over them like lightning striking in the middle of the room; nobody dared to keep complying, and Jeongguk’s cock jumps in excitement at seeing how easily he can have them all in the palm of his hand. 

Jeongguk had nuzzled his neck to ease him down from scolding his other alphas more when Taehyung dared to whine a little bit longer than he should, Jeongguk-ie gets princess treatment! He very much does, he can’t hide the satisfaction on his scent as he soothes Yoongi down, firm hands grabbing him by the waist to sit him at the counter and prepare his coffee, his imaginary tail wiggling under Yoongi’s intense stare as he watched him act like a devoted pup, too eager to show his mate that there’s no one in the world that wants to please him more than he does. 

He doesn’t even care about what his alphas think (they think is cute, even if they won’t say it outloud) he knows that what Yoongi gives him can’t be replaced; and he knows that what Yoongi takes from him none of them could provide. 

And there’s nothing he loves more than being unique for him, irreplaceable. 

It doesn’t take that long until they arrive at the songcamp, and things start falling back into place. It’s everything Jeongguk has been needed for so long, he can’t help how  giddy and overexcited it makes him, especially on the first days when they focused on sharing time together after so long, sharing drunk kisses and sloppy handjobs that thicken the air with their eased scent. 

It’s kind of selfish, Jeongguk knows the other know it too, how they are enjoying keeping Yoongi caged from the world for a little longer, knowing that their omega is sleeping on his nest or working on the studio that he picked (where he is most of the time, to be honest, but they all know it’s what makes him the happiest). 

And it’s so easy to find him like this, it’s exciting to know that he will always find Yoongi behind the door to take him into his lap, giving him a few kisses before he pushes a new guide into his hands, pinching his earlobe to get him to behave when Jeongguk can’t unlatch from his neck. He always kisses right over the mark on the crook of his neck before pulling back, scenting each other gently before letting go.

Yoongi’s cheeks get rosy every time, which only makes it harder to pull away.

Even though they are all intimate with each other, they have their tendencies to change their orbits in between alphas depending on each other's moods and needs; Yoongi is their common denominator, is the force that glues them together.

And to be honest, Jeongguk knows he is second close to him in that role. They all like to have a little piece of him too, his submission is something that just keeps delighting them all, an alpha so soft and whiny and desperate is not something that common to see; they love that he is not ashamed of it, he can smell it every time that they slide their hands down his pants or sneak into his room late at night to find a warm hole to bury their cocks. He is always willing, pliant and aching to satisfy them, to keep showing them that their youngest alpha wants them so much, that he is so desperate to take them as Yoongi is (sometimes, he believes he is even moreso).

The way they all want Yoongi is different, even if the underlying reasons are all the same; he is their omega, after all, he is everything they need him to be. But Jeongguk was always needier when it came to him, a devoted puppy that followed his Hyung around blindly, just craving for his presence and his gentle caresses. 

There’s something in the way that Yoongi provides to him, something in the way that he feeds him his cock with gentleness, that he soothes his body up as if Jeongguk was the most precious thing he has ever touched on this planet, sometimes just a tad rougher when his moans turn too pitchy and broken. His voice gets rougher with him too, a pitch so low that it tingles on his brain, almost as if he was trying to use his alpha voice for him.

Because that’s the thing with his Yoongi, is that he makes Jeongguk feel like an omega. 

Like his omega.

Jeongguk knows he is a rare breed, he knows that it is not common for an alpha to feel so good at being pampered and soft and needy, but he doesn’t care when he can hear that Yoongi means every word, when he can sense his scent spiking up as he riles Jeongguk up with his own desires. 

And there’s nothing in this world that lights him up more than feeling so vulnerable, so seen by his mate. 

He fought through that reasoning for years when he was too young to barely get an understanding of what was hidden on his core, he tried his best to shake the feelings away until one night, when Jeongguk was barely in his early twenties with Yoongi's sweaty body dripping over him, the omega whispered a few words in his ear that crumbled his core down. 

Since that day Jeongguk has never looked back.

Puppy, you’re the omega of my dreams.

Jeongguk had never come that hard in his life, and he doesn't remember crying that pathetically ever again after an orgasm. But Yoongi had fucked him twice that night after it, slow and deep and intense, everything he loved about his Hyung was there in every thrust to his overstimulated body.

So Jeongguk has been behaving (as much as he can) for the past few weeks since they arrived at the house. 

He had a particularly long day, a sore throat that was bugging him and keeping him from working as much as he can, so he has been moody and lonely since Namjoon sent him back to his bedroom to rest; he shifted on his bed for hours before sneaking to a much softer place, dozing off around his mate’s scent until he hears the door open hours later. Yoongi’s warm body tangles with him without a shared word, just holding each other closer until Yoongi’s hand gets sneaky down his pants, which ends up making Jeongguk cry into the pillows. 

As he steps out of the room to walk to the bathroom, the citrus scent that dizzies his brain is still wrapped around his limbs that are shaky with relaxation. 

It took him more than an hour to gather the strength to get out of the omega’s nest, face hidden into his pillow as he humped his hard cock against the sheets, fighting not to make a mess of it not wanting to disappoint him (and more than anything, because he doesn’t know if there’s something that he could do to disappoint Yoongi, is that he doesn’t want to ruin this beautiful sanctuary that he built so carefully).

He is rubbing his eyes as he feels the leather scent taking over, marking right above Yoongi’s one dominantly. Jeongguk tilts his head to his leader even when he is not looking at him yet, letting his alpha nuzzle his throat as he pushes Jeongguk into his body by his waist, ripping a whimper out of him as his neglected hard cock brushes onto his meaty thigh.

“Is your sore throat better?” His voice is hoarse, Jeongguk wonders if it's from sleep or if it’s related to Seokjin’s scent over his. 

“Yes,” he mumbles, his hands gripping to his shoulder blades, “I feel better now, think I can record today.”

“We’ll see, I will ask Jin-Hyung to prepare one of his teas,” Jeongguk nods lightly in agreement, the alpha taps into his shoulder lightly to bring his attention back, “And now will you tell me what were you doing in our omega’s nest, pup?” Namjoon wonders, his playful tone tells Jeongguk that this will probably earn him a scold, or maybe a little bit further than that.

“Sleeping,” he confesses, but the avoidant answer exposes all his lies.

“Why are you there without permission, mhm?” His alpha caresses his sides, trying to let his gentle side out knowing that’s the only way to really get under his skin. 

“I have Hyung’s permission,” he whispers, but his voice is firm as he lets his cloudy sweet scent wrap around Namjoon. 

His alpha loves it when Jeongguk acts like an omega, when he makes himself little into his arms; he might have stolen his weapons from Yoongi, knowing exactly where to nuzzle to have Namjoon melting, sniffing his scent without shame; his alpha relaxes, as expected, fingers brushing over the skin of his lower back so gently that it almost feels luring.

“But you know the pack rules,” Namjoon continues, his tone was never threatening yet is softer now, Jeongguk prides on his skills to ease him down. He can almost hear Yoongi’s voice telling him how great of an omega he would be, “We spoke about this, we said we are letting Hyung rest unless he comes to get us. He still has to get used to us again, it’s not fair for him to have all of us jumping over his skin.”

“He wanted it,” He complains, pout taking over his expression, letting his wet mouth linger over Namjoon’s adam’s apple. 

Jeongguk almost admits that in fact it was Yoongi who pleased him, not the other way around. But he thinks that would only make it worse for his point.

He believes it’s a stupid rule anyway, he can’t help but wanting to be near his omega. It’s an animalistic urge, and maybe his Hyungs are much better than him at suppressing it, more mature and collected and not so puppy brained; but Jeongguk has been doing it for too long now, he has been crying himself to sleep on Jimin’s arms for an exhausting amount of days not to even indulge on having Yoongi near him. 

They know too that Jeongguk has never been the best at containing himself, so it’s not fair that they are asking him to have the same amount of self control that they have. Jeongguk has never trained it, he has never needed to; there was always someone to take care of him, Yoongi was always more than willing to take him into his arms.

“You’re all over him all the time, of course he will want it,” Namjoon’s voice doesn’t charge malice, he is just trying to make him understand, yet it almost makes Jeongguk snarl with hurt, “He asked us to let him focus.”

Jeongguk pulls away reluctantly, fighting not to let his scent get sour, not wanting his alpha to gather his weakness; he knows his leader is right, that Jeongguk scent arises something inside their omega (and them too), that his presence can be distracting for him as he his focus divides in two, yet he doesn’t want to let go of this, is not fair that they are asking him to.

He is needy, and even though he has the rest of his alphas who usually like to wander into his room at night (specially Namjoon, who has a soft spot for fucking Jeongguk half-asleep), even if Jimin, Taehyung and he are always attached to the hip to ease out each other’s heat, there’s always a tug inside his chest to go back to his omega, to follow down the sweet path to him and just hide his face into his neck, let himself get warmed up into his arms.

Yoongi is the best at making him submit and Jeongguk needs him as much as he needs air to breathe, and he has been deprived of that right for too long. It’s like he has fairy dust in his fingertips, a luring spell tangling on his tongue as he melts his world down so so gently that Jeongguk’s mind just drifts to another planet, one that’s made of sweet bright orange oceans and where there’s always a full moon.

“We should ask Hyung what he wants,” Jeongguk states, pulling away from his alpha’s grip with resignation as he doesn’t get an answer. 

Namjoon lets him go, but his strong scent is trying to calm him down, to make him submit and rip off the bratiness that’s fueled by the power that he feels when it comes to Yoongi. 

There’s no world where his omega would deny him of anything, so he is calm even through the storm that’s building up slowly around Namjoon.

It works to make his body relax, he can’t help but answer to them at the end, so  Jeongguk’s shoulders sag as he opens the door of the bathroom, he can sense the dragon stare still fixed over his back.

“We all want him, Jeongguk-ie, that’s why we have to let him choose.”

That lights a fire on his core again, a possessiveness that doesn’t feel alpha like, more like as if he was being questioned as Yoongi’s mate, as his pup, as his omega. As if any of them could even come close to take his role.

He stomps a little childish like before crossing his arms over his chest, fighting the feeling off of his body so Namjoon isn’t able to fully read the cause of his distress.

“Let’s see what he chooses then,” he doesn’t want it to come out snarky, but Namjoon’s scent gets sour for a few seconds.

“Jeongguk,” His voice is stern, he can sense the growl trembling on his throat.

He looks at him over his shoulder, his eyes darting down to his alpha’s cock that’s twitching under his sweatpants. He lifts his brow, licking his lips before turning around, back against the door that’s slowly pushing open behind him.

“If I’m not with Yoongi-Hyung tonight, I’ll surely be waiting for you in my room, alpha.” 

Jeongguk gives him a smug grin before closing the door behind his back. He can hear Namjoon grunt in anger and arousal, standing there to collect himself for a few seconds before going back in the dining hall direction, right where he came from.

He giggles with his heart still thumping out his chest. Namjoon won’t be pleased at his defiance, but Jeongguk doesn’t care. He is sure he knows exactly what Yoongi wants, more than anyone else.

;

Jeongguk is napping in Yoongi’s nest again, it’s been three days since Namjoon found him coming out of the room and he hasn’t been able to actually be with Yoongi because he has been locked in his studio with Hoseok and Namjoon, just calling them in when they need some things to come to life. 

They stay up really late too, always coming back to the nest when Jeongguk is already asleep, just having enough strength to pull him into his chest, nuzzling his neck to gather the tangerine drops, covering the leathery and musky scent from his alphas with his own sweeter one, enjoying the pleased sighs that the omega lets out as he lets himself get cocooned to sleep. 

It must be dinner time, Jeongguk guesses as his senses lightly come back, since the room is dark and the spice scent is sliding under the door even through the stairs and the large hall. 

His nose is more sensitive than usual, that’s why he can smell that Yoongi is there too, unusually lurking around the kitchen sweetening up the space. He sniffs onto the pillow once more before rolling around on the sheets, marking them with his urgency before crawling out the mattress, clumsily putting on his sweatpants and one of Yoongi’s oversized hoodies that are normal sized over his shoulders.

He almost runs his way to the kitchen, his brain still fuzzy with his heavy nap, his alpha desperate to get his omega onto his arms now that he has the chance. 

Yoongi is sitting on the counter speaking to Seokjin, who is listening to him attentively as he keeps his eyes on the dumplings. Jeongguk rushes in between his legs, a puppy-like growl trembling on his throat as he licks his mark next to his scent gland, humming at the sweet acidic taste that pools up on his tongue, that has his bones shivering in elixir, all his attention poured over him.

“Hi pup,” Yoongi greets him, voice rough as his hand goes to the strands on his nape to keep him tamed. Jeongguk calms down instantly, the giddiness on his body is still rushing through his veins but he is able to contain it under his grip, “Did you have a good nap?”

“Yes, the best,” he admits in a whisper, his voice muffled against his skin. “Always sleep well in your nest.”

“Jeongguk, were you sleeping at Hyung’s again?” Namjoon’s voice interrupts their moment as he passes through the garden’s door, he forgets that their leader has an amazing sense of hearing and how annoying it can be. “I thought we talked about this.”

“We said we were going to ask Hyung,” Jeongguk’s voice is pouty and it rips out an endeared smile from Yoongi who rubs his thumb gently on his neck to let him know silently that he is on his side, even if he doesn’t even know a single thing yet.

Yoongi is always on his side, that’s the first reason why Jeongguk started orbiting him. And because his Hyung would always let him do whatever he wanted, including sneaking to his bed at night to cling to his waist, sneaking to his studio to nap in between his scent, rubbing his cock whenever he needed it to ease his brain back to work.

“You said that, I didn’t,” Namjoon’s tone is as amused as it’s firm. 

Jeongguk whimpers lightly, clutching to Yoongi’s waist as if he was going to be ripped from his hands.

“Since it involves me I think I should at least know what you’re talking about,” Yoongi interrupts, but nobody answers his question. “Namjoon-ah?”

“I don’t think Jeongguk should get into your nest,” he states, and the words almost make Jeongguk cry, his sour scent takes over the room with a stormy mood that clouds the kitchen. Yoongi scratches his skin at the same time he brushes their cheeks together to calm his instincts, and Jeongguk rejoices on him paying so much attention to his reactions even while staring right into the leader’s eyes, “We all want to be with you but we made it clear that you have to come to us first, we shouldn’t get into your nest without your permission we don’t want to overwhelm you, Hyung. You’ve been through a lot.”

“Namjoon-ah, all of this kind of offends me a little bit. You think I can’t handle my alphas?”  Yoongi says the words as if he couldn’t believe it, Jeongguk can sense his turn barely spiking up; he tones it down instantly, but he could catch the edge of disappointment. “I think I’ve proven that’s not the case.”

He licks his neck, earning a light chuckle from Yoongi who grips his waist to keep him still as Jeongguk’s tongue gets more effusive. 

“You agreed with this,” Jeongguk can hear the confusion in his alpha’s tone, and he notates to ask this question to Yoongi later too.

Even when Jeongguk is sure he already knows the answer to it. He knows his omega too well, the other alphas underestimate his obsession. 

“If you insist so much on all of this, then I’m telling you now that I want him there, he has my permission to follow me around and be in my nest.” Yoongi states, shrugging his shoulders, his voice so soft that Jeongguk pulls just an inch away to stare at him. His cheeks are rosy, his lips glistening after he licks them gently; he is still looking at Namjoon as he speaks, but Jeongguk can’t take his eyes away from his beautiful doll features, “It's not like he is intruding or doing anything I don’t want him to do.”

Jeongguk wants to bite from his nose, he wants his canines to brush the skin of his cheeks, his tongue diving deep into his mouth. 

Yoongi’s fingers press into the back of his neck to snap him out of his trance, his aroused scent taking over the kitchen. 

“But you're working all the time you have to sleep too,” Seokjin adds, Yoongi almost looks insulted at the overprotection, but Jeongguk knows that he is flustered by it. 

“You know what the actual problem is?” Yoongi tells them, he sounds completely amused about the situation, Jeongguk can see how he handles the strings of each of them just by pulling a finger; and he loves it, because that only means that he can get to do whatever his omega lets him do, “You don’t like that I can control him better than you do. You think Jeongguk-ie is this rebellious pup that just can keep it in his pants—”

“He is.” Seokjin interrupts.

“I wouldn’t say he is rebellious with me. Maybe he likes being a little bit bratty with you, he knows that’s what gets you going, you love that, that’s why he does it. He is just giving you what you ask from him,” He feels hot all over as Yoongi displays him so easily, as he is mansplaining them Jeongguk’s psyche better than he would ever be able to, “For me, Jeongguk-ie is the most sweetest sub puppy I’ve ever had, he has never crossed a line because he knows he just doesn’t need to.”

Jeongguk’s eyes are wide and his cheeks feel on fire with the heat of embarrassment taking over his skin. Yoongi looks back at him as his scent thickens once again, this time is dripping around them airy and needy and so sweet that even it’s cloying even to him, but Yoongi coos in endearment before leaving a peck over his pout. It makes him whimper back in mortification, but he can’t help but press closer to the touch. 

The scent of the alphas spikes up at the image, a shiver runs down his spine at the dizzying particles that itch over his nostrils as they send a numbing message to his core. He can see Yoongi getting affected by it too, his eyes flutter heavier as he blinks at him, his cheeks turning rosier as he grips from the edge of Jeongguk’s shirt tightly. 

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw how he gets under me,” Namjoon’s tone is filled with heavy arousal, the defying words of his omega tingling under him. 

“Well, Namjoon-ie, I saw it a few times, and what you don’t know that I do very well is how he gets under me ,” Jeongguk’s body is about to combust into fire, his sweet cloudy scent is now probably taking over the entire floor with embarrassed arousal, “You can’t even imagine, he is just so good for me.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk gasps, he doesn’t know if it’s even possible to grow even brighter as the secret that they shared gets exposed so brightly. 

Yoongi just looks at him with reassurance, he tilts his head in Jeongguk’s direction and Jeongguk sniffs a little bit closer, letting himself get washed by the comforting smell of his mate that’s telling him to trust him. Jeongguk does, he would trust Yoongi with his life, with the entire pack’s. 

“You fuck him?” Seokjin boldly asks, sounding completely intrigued now, soft lavender wrapping around them. “Fuck, Jeongguk-ie, you really do love taking cock,” his tone is endeared, yet Jeongguk knows his alpha, he knows that the thing he likes the most about him is the ability he has to please each of them as they wish to, he knows he is turned on by how he can provide to his omega with something that they didn’t even imagine. “Since when?”

“That’s none of your business,” Yoongi’s words put a line in between their inquiries and Jeongguk’s chest grows tighter as he feels his body grow smaller under his protection, “My point here is that I could stop him whenever I want, god he would fall asleep on my command. Wouldn’t you, baby?” His last words are softer as his feline stare falls over him again. Jeongguk nods as the fingers scratch behind his ear, leaning into the touch, “My good puppy,” his eyes dart back to the other alphas again and he whimpers pitifully for a second before Yoongi’s fingers trap his earlobe gently to make him stop, going back to caress him as soon as he calms down, “So if he is there, it’s because I want him to be there. He helps me sleep better too, he's like a weighted blanket with sharp canines, so it’s even better,” he admits, sending a soft complicit glance to him that matches his smug grin. Jeongguk gulps, his heart threatening to jump out his chest. 

He just wants him so much, Jeongguk doesn’t want the food anymore, he just wants to take his hand and pull him back to his nest.

“I want to have you too,” Namjoon whispers, it sounds pained on the edge of his jealousy, “He can’t have you every night, that’s not fair either.”

“Oh god,” Yoongi huffs, but he sounds endeared, “You’re all a bunch of needy puppies, I’ll have to split myself in half.”

“In six,” Seokjin’s voice sounds aroused too, as if the conversation has pulled them deep into thought, the new knowledge of his and Jeongguk’s dynamic desestabilizing their alphas.

Jeongguk’s cheeks are still flushed but he doesn’t feel as ashamed as a part of him tells him he should, but it’s brushed off under the fingertips that keep him grounded, the tightness on his chest wearing off as they do not make fun of him at all, as they seem to be just hungry and desperate to know more. A part of him is glad that Yoongi told them, that the truth he has been too embarrassed to say out loud is now finally out of its cage. 

“Let’s see how long you last following those rules,” Yoongi’s stare fixes on Jeongguk once again, filled with stars that he wants to engrave into his chest, “For the moment, I’m taking my pup with me again, you’ll have to understand alphas,” he sighs, hand tickling his neck as he tilts his head to smile at Namjoon with a grin that their leader can never resist, “He is just too cute to deny.”

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“Puppy, yes right there,” Yoongi moans into his ear, the sound trembling his core as he keeps on kissing his mark, as he keeps brushing the scent gland eager to taste until the last drop into his mouth. 

Yoongi’s scent is sticky all around, the slick is still invading his nostrils with a bitter sweetness that Jeongguk’s veins inject from. 

“Wanna wet my cock, please,” his hand flies to Yoongi’s thigh to open him up, the omega’s back arching up at the exposure, “Can I, Hyung?” he sighs, his tip brushing Yoongi’s balls before it slides down his dampness, “We can do it however you want, just please.”

The whimper he lets out when Yoongi licks under his ear is pitiful, it should embarrass him, but it doesn’t; it did, the very first time and a couple after them, but then everything faded out when he realized that there was no need to hold back when Yoongi loved to take too. It is not like the rest of the alphas don’t let him do it, the omega just has to be smoother with his actions that they do not acknowledge loudly, much more conflicted about their own submission to him than Jeongguk is. 

He wears it with pride and that busts Yoongi’s ego, which Jeongguk loves to see happen, he loves how it tangles around his bloodstream and fuzzies his brain up, he loves how Yoongi kisses him harder as Jeongguk’s whimpers turn pitchier, he loves how Yoongi gets wild in desperation to fuck him, almost animalistic yet soothing and so so gentle at the same time that it moves Jeongguk’s soft young soul everytime. 

“Fuck baby,” he pulls his hair tightly, legs wrapping around his back hungrily, “Wet your cock on Hyung, fuck me like the good little puppy that you are.”

“I’m not little,” he tries to grunt but it’s whiny and desperate as the tip of his cock aligns with his entrance, “Do you think this is little, Hyung?”

The pout is on his face, on his tone, glinting on his eyes.

“You will always be my little pup, even with such a thick, pretty cock,” his fingers latch to his hair, Jeongguk can’t help the whimpery and pitiful growl that pushes down his chest as the hunger takes him over, as he buries himself inside the tight heat that none of them even took time to stretch, “You will always be my baby, my muscle bunny,” Jeongguk is trying to pick up a peace as Yoongi licks under his ear, knowing the exact spot to have Jeongguk’s chest grumbling as he fucks him harder, rutting with desperation as he tries to shove himself deeper “Even if Taehyung-ie has come back a little stronger than you, that doesn’t matter.”

“For now,” his hand on Yoongi’s thigh spreads him even wider, ripping a moan onto his skin as he laps along his neck, licking the sweat that’s bittersweet with his arousal. The omega has a mischievous smile on his face that Jeongguk licks before he shoves his tongue onto his mouth, “Don’t say that while I’m fucking you, Hyung,” he whines, dragging his cock out of his hole as Yoongi pushes his head down so their foreheads are sticking together, “Just think about me.”

Yoongi smiles and it’s everything, it’s cocky as much as it is soft and amused, an edge of satisfaction that Jeongguk licks from his lips, his slow panting hitting onto his mouth hungrily. 

“Then fuck me like you want to,” his whisper echoes in his mouth, Jeongguk’s cock taints his insides with pre-cum, “What are you waiting for?”

“I was waiting for your command,” he admits, eyes wide as he searches for Yoongi’s stare, not an ounce of shame on his confession, “I just want to do what you ask me to.”

The omega doesn’t get to answer as Jeongguk picks up a steady rhythm, keeping Yoongi’s body gently placed on the bed as he pounds inside him deeply, the sounds from their bodies take over the atmosphere as their scents tangle in every particle of the air that’s sticking the walls from the room dripping in them, probably lurking down the door to catch the other alphas who are probably frothing his mouth because Jeongguk is getting just what they all want so much too.

A purr of satisfaction grows in his chest and Yoongi sighs under him. 

Alphas do not purr usually, they tend to keep it down not to show vulnerability, but his omega has never shown anything but pure delight at his submission, Jeongguk notices how he tries to rip them out of him sometimes, how he tries to keep his chest vibrating for for minutes nonstop if his brain gets stimulated just right.

“Baby,” Yoongi mumbles breathlessly, and Jeongguk licks inside his mouth to brush his tongue on the cavity, his canines burning on his gums as his scent starts blooming under him, “Want to cum with your knot,” he looks gone in pleasure, even through the determination that tells Jeongguk he knows he is still very much in charge, “Fill me up, pup. Give me your baby knot.”

“Fuck, ‘s not a baby knot, is big,” his voice breaks, his instincts blurring all his senses as he pushes his hand onto Yoongi’s precum-covered tummy, feeling his body spasming under the lusty touch. “Tell me it’s big, Hyung. Tell me my cock fills you up good.”

“It does, fuck—” Yoongi pulls from his strands, a dizzy smile taking over his features, “Such a pretty cock, so big for such a needy little puppy.”

The orgasm catches up to him, the slick gushing around his length and starting to pour down his cheeks as his knot pops to cage them together. Thick spurts of cum still tainting up his insides as he keeps kissing down his gland, his hand going in between their bodies to stroke Yoongi’s hard cock that’s leaking heavily onto his hand.

The omega twitches under him, his hole tightening sinfully around him, only serving to turn him on even more. 

Now that his alpha is eased down as his omega starts to disarm under his body, his mouth starts to water at the smell of his cum, more sour than his usual scent, dirtier around the edges; and Jeongguk’s loves it pathetically, he just can’t help but try to grasp every drop after his cock goes limp on his grasp, taking his fingers to his mouth and licking his hand clean under Yoongi’s stare.

His feline gaze looks predatory behind the haze of arousal that clouds him, that washes over his scent as he fights to battle Jeongguk’s one for dominance; is not that hard, the alpha cleans of the rest of the stickiness on his own chest knowing that the smell of Yoongi’s seed will remain there for a few days before he tilts his neck to the omega, earning himself an endeared gummy smile that has him purring so loud his cheeks turn rosy.

“Fuck baby, want your omega to take you already? You’re still inside me,” He nods desperately as Yoongi presses a finger on his chin, his hand sliding down his neck before his fingers press under his neck, “My eager puppy, just want to be stimulated and ordered around.”

Yoongi’s fingers move gently behind his ear, scratching the exact spot that it has Jeongguk melting over his body, his limbs giving out as his weight traps the omega under him. He kicks one of the pillows out of the nest and grunts as their so well prepared sanctuary gets disarmed by his unresponding body. 

“Want you to order me around.”

“I know, baby, you all do,” Yoongi’s fingertips are brushing down his spine, his cock slightly getting deeper as he disarms when it gets too close to the arch of his ass, “You’re the only one brave enough to say it, though.”

“I like that I’m the only one,” he admits, face buried deep into his neck, letting the drops of citric wash over his being, “I’m the only one who knows how your cock feels, how amazing you’re at fucking,” Yoongi’s chuckle doesn’t stop him, his cock twitching on his insides as the omega slaps his ass playfully, “I’m the only one to know that part of you and I know it’s selfish, but I love it. I know I shouldn’t say this but it would…” he sighs, Yoongi’s gentle palm rubbing circles where his skin stings. “It would make me really jealous if you fucked our alphas.”

“You’re the only one I want to take care of like that,” Yoongi’s voice is raspy, the palm of his hand pressing tight on his lower back, “My perfect little omega.”

Jeongguk shudders, a whimper escaping his lips.

“If I were an omega,” his voice is merely a thread, words echoing against Yoongi’s sweaty skin, “I would want to be just yours.”

“Just mine?” Yoongi’s voice comes out amused, but Jeongguk can sense how pleased he is at his words. He nods and hums, earning himself a gentle rub in between his shoulder blades, “Even if I were an omega too?”

“I don’t care about that as long as I have you, Hyung. Nobody takes care of me like you do.”

Yoongi stays silent for a few seconds, Jeongguk can almost hear him thinking but he gives him time, he lets his body get caressed by his firm hands that keep him from drifting away.

“You don’t have to worry about that, about me and the other alphas,” Yoongi mumbles, his voice seeming diverted as his hand goes up to firmly press around his waist, gentle fingers over the side of his ribs, “They wouldn’t want it anyway, they are not even trying to fuck me.”

“Are you kidding, Hyung?” Jeongguk peaks his head with such a force that it makes him feel lightheaded for a second. Yoongi furrows his brows at him, but he doesn’t scold him for his screeching tone, just presses his earlobe gently before his hand goes back to scratch under it, “I mean, they are dying to fuck you! And I’m pretty sure they would love for you to fuck them too,” His words get less excited at the end, he can’t contain the frown that takes over his features, “Maybe Namjoonie or Seokjinie wouldn’t, and I’m not even sure about them because they are totally, disgustingly whipped for you—”

Yoongi’s eyes widen as his mouth drops in amusement, his fingers pull from his strands as the other tickle Jeongguk gently on the side.

“Brat! Those are your alphas!” Jeongguk giggles into his cheek, Yoongi’s tone is so playful and warm, soothing as an autumn morning, “As if you’re better than them too!”

“I’m probably not,” the words have Yoongi relaxing into a soft smile, “I’m really not, I know I’m the worst, but I don’t care Hyung,” He scrunches his face, he knows he is maybe a little bit obsessed with his him, always has been, but it’s not his fault that he is just too perfect and caring and just everything Jeongguk needs. “I would be mad not to be crazy for you.”

“I will tell you a little secret, but this will stay between us, okay?” Jeongguk nods, doe eyes wide in expectancy, “I might be a little crazy for you too.” 

The words are like a sonnet to his ears, his alpha purrs as the pheromones steam the place with an ego struck, his heart is fluttering with the refreshing words. Jeongguk doesn’t think he has ever felt this intensely in years, as if the edging of the time they were torn apart was striking down his body even harder.

Canines rasp gently over the soft skin of his cheek, a shudder trembles down his body, his cock twitching as his knot subsides inside the heat that’s still inviting him warmly. 

Jeongguk thinks he will be heartbroken when his alarm pushes him to leave the empty nest next morning. 

“You love that I just can’t get enough of you, Hyung?” His slurred words make Yoongi shiver under him and his alpha delights even more, licking his lips right over his cheek, letting his tongue linger over his commissures, “Even if you won’t ever tell the others.”

“I would show them,” Yoongi mutters breathlessly, eyes wild as he flutters them open, “Let’s make them jealous. Let's play with our alphas a little.” 

The mischievous smirk on his face has his brain fuzzying as the omega leaves a peck on his lolled out tongue.

“Alpha leader won't like this,” his tone is detached to his words, his tone sounding almost agreeing. Tongue flickering along the line of his jaw, Jeongguk lets himself enjoy the citric dripping into his skin to intoxicate it.  

"I think he will love it,” Yoongi leads him to press their foreheads together by the grip on his neck, Jeongguk follows his lead easily as he gently mouths his lips, “Namjoon-ie is as gone for me as he is for you too, this would only give him an excuse to rail us both. Together.”

Jeongguk gulps, his entire body lighting up at the thought.  

“He doesn't need an excuse,” is not that he is even trying to fight, he is just stating what’s obvious, there’s nothing in this world that would make him deny to Yoongi, “He could come in anytime and claim us.”

“But he won't,” Yoongi sighs, in the end no one knows Namjoon like he does; in fact nobody knows anyone better than Yoongi in their pack, he is just too caring of them to notice even the tiniest little detail, to remember everything that makes them who they are. “I don’t know why he is so strict about those rules that he invented. As if I didn’t control all of you, anyway,” he shrugs, as much as he tries he can't contain the satisfied gummy grin. 

“Why did you accept it then?”

“Because I wanted to see how long you would last before caving in,” Yoongi admits in a sigh that twirls into a smile, “I don’t know, it felt like a dare somehow. I knew you would be the first one down, though.”

“Because I think those rules are stupid too,” he mumbles, very pleased to hear that Yoongi is on his side, even if the omega had already shown him that countless of times. “And you know I can’t help myself,” he whines, a pout taking over his features.

“I'm glad you broke it, pup,” he closes his eyes, cheeks bright pink as he parts his lips. Jeongguk just stares at him in awe, taking over every inch of his shiny skin, “He might think that I need time to get used to it but—” he interrupts himself, Jeongguk waits for a few seconds before pushing his nose to his cheek to scent him, the omega’s body relaxing so much that even his hole starts to leak down around their friction.

“But what?” 

“I just want to get fucked too, I don’t want to have to be asking for it.”

“It's their loss,” Jeongguk licks his mouth, pushing his hips up now that the knot is just barely swollen, still stretching Yoongi more than his actual thickness as he slides his semi hard cock almost out of his hole before pushing it back slowly so he can feel every inch of it. “They were too slow so now I get to enjoy you while they suffer.”

Yoongi’s smile is dazed and satisfied, his back arching to let Jeongguk push his hand on his lower back.

“We’ll make them suffer, pup,” he licks his mouth, his hand pressing him into the crook of his neck as he keeps his lock on his strands to be able to keep him on a leash, “Now fuck me again, then I’ll make sure to prep you for my cock.”

Jeongguk lifts his hips up immediately at his words, his mouth falling limp into his neck as he tastes the dampness on his skin that dizzies his brain up as his instincts take over, as he lets his entire being get wrapped around Yoongi again, the omega’s scent imposing over his.

“Thank you, puppy,” Yoongi’s pleased laugh gets mixed with a low moan as Jeongguk bottoms out roughly, “Such an obedient alpha.".

;

It was Yoongi’s idea, of course. Jeongguk didn’t even think about what was happening when instead of being led to his nest he was getting taken to the living room, pushed into the couch before his lap got full of Yoongi. 

Completely mindless about his intentions he melts under his lips and the lights of the abandoned movie that’s playing behind them, ignored once again as Yoongi’s thighs fall around his, hands pressed on his neck as he directs Jeongguk flush into his mouth.

Most of their other mates are out having dinner, they just stayed because Yoongi didn’t feel like going out, and if Yoongi wasn’t going Jeongguk wasn’t either. It might have gained him a few raised eyebrows and a pinch on his cheek from Taehyung, maybe a joke or two from Jimin, but they all ended up giving up easily anyway, not falling into the trap.

Except Namjoon, who dismissed them just with a nod and a gentle smile that they didn’t question, making Yoongi’s scent flare up just a bit, not enough for anyone else to notice but him, who’s constantly hidden into the omega’s skin.

Yoongi’s hands are firm and agile as they take his shirt off in a swift movement, scent turning sweeter as he watches Jeongguk’s chest, hand tracing the outline from his new tattoo before the fingers move up to his shoulder and down his bicep that he tightens for Yoongi to grip with more hunger, ripping a huff from his mate which he eats with a smug grin that’s intensified as another scent gets on the way to tangle with theirs.

They don’t stop, not because they don’t notice but because Yoongi just wants it more now that they have the undivided attention he has been craving so much, so Jeongguk just pleases him as he is meant to.

When Jeongguk’s hand slides down Yoongi’s sweatpants is when he feels their alpha getting closer to where they are, his body tensing under his omega who just keeps going as if nothing was happening around them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” It’s closer than he expected him to be, the warmth of his breath hitting over the back of his ear.

Jeongguk whimpers, Yoongi’s grip tightening on his neck to shush him off gently, easing his nerves from the alpha that’s trying to overpower him.

“Stop ignoring me.”

“Baby,” Yoongi mumbles over his lips, Namjoon’s chest grumbles in annoyance, “Will you let Hyung fuck you again tonight?”

“Yeah, whatever you need, Hyung,” Jeongguk sighs into his mouth, he can taste Yoongi’s smile against his lips. “I want that too.”

“Yoongi.”

Namjoon’s voice sends a shiver down his body, his scent dizzying his brain as he latches to Yoongi’s waist tighter to try to ground himself. 

“Let me hear your pretty sounds as you beg for my cock,” Yoongi’s voice is lusty and steady, Jeongguk doesn’t know how he is able to contain himself from falling into the alpha’s command, but he finds it so hot he is afraid he is going to burst right there.

“Min Yoongi,” Namjoon’s voice is making Jeongguk want to crawl out of the couch and kneel in front of him, but Yoongi’s grip on his neck is tight enough to keep him in place, and he wouldn’t disobey him for anything in the world. 

Not even for their leader, as problematic as anyone would deem his behaviour. 

“Because no alpha fucks you like I do,” Jeongguk gasps at Yoongi’s words, his body tensing as Namjoon’s scent overpowers them both.

“Omega,” he is using his alpha voice, which is eerie quiet in his raspiness, stilling both his body and Yoongi’s, who pretends not to be affected by it just tilting his head, showing him the side of his neck that holds both his marks.

Jeongguk was the last one to mark Yoongi, and he made sure that it was placed right below Namjoon’s. He has always felt proud of it, he knows Namjoon does too.

“What is it, alpha?” His voice is raspy, cock twitching in between their bodies as his scent gets thicker, pleased at the reaction. He doesn’t hide it, licking the hazy smile off his lips, “Thought that you wanted me to go to you.”

“You’re taking it too far, baby,” his words are almost soothing, which makes him sound even more threatening as if he was trying to gently knock some sense into him.

“Why? Because I wanna fuck?” Yoongi’s on fire over him, he is so feisty they don’t even stand a chance to the strength of his mind, “Are you turning into a prude, Namjoon-ah?”

Their scents are tangled in a fight, Jeongguk is stuck in between them as they hover for dominance. 

His cock is so wet he wants to cry, beg them to stop, to just take him and forget about whatever they are doing. 

“Do you want me to show you?”

“Depending. Are you asking for permission?” Namjoon stays quiet for a few seconds, but Jeongguk can see him nod from the corner of his eyes, “Then no, alpha. My requests are closed.”

Namjoon growls but Yoongi stands up from his legs, ripping a whimper out of him at the sudden loss of contact. The omega giggles for a brief second and when he stares back at him Jeongguk can see how hard he is fighting to remain composed and he is thankful that he is fighting this battle for both of them, he is not strong enough. 

When he stands up his legs are wobbly, he follows Yoongi as he turns around the couch, stumbling into his back as he aches to pull his warmth closer. 

“Jeongguk,” Namjoon calls him and his body freezes, his heart about to jump out of his throat, “Come here, baby.”

Jeongguk turns around instinctively, his feet take a step closer but Yoongi’s hand firmly presses on his tummy to stop him on his track. 

He is not as strong as Yoongi, who even as an omega can reject commands better than Jeongguk who is always so eager to please. Especially them both, his leader and his omega. He feels torn as their scents tangle, the strong leather trying to wrap around the refreshing mark Yoongi has been carefully threading into his skin along the past few days. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yoongi’s voice is firm, there’s a possessive urge on his tone and on his scent that’s fighting for his territory. “You must be crazy if you think I’ll let you take him.”

Namjoon’s laugh is genuine, he licks his lips in amusement and looks back at Jeongguk one more time. His own scent is filled with confusion and arousal, this battle they are suddenly having over him busts his ego as much as it creates a war inside his brain. 

“I said come here, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk’s knees give out. His body crumbles onto the floor as he looks up at Namjoon, his eyes filled with tears as he is betrayed by his own instincts. He doesn't want to be this weak, he wants to be able to resist as much as Yoongi, to answer to him first than anything.

The whimper that rips from his throat is pathetic, especially for an alpha, but their mate's scents get thicker and Jeongguk doesn’t have any will left in his body. He will do whatever they want him to do.

“Baby,” Yoongi’s tone is smooth all around, it makes him tilt his head that gets cupped into his hand, his smile is reassuring even through the blown pupils, through the still possessive curl on his scent, “You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

Jeongguk nods mindlessly, his lips leaving a wet kiss to his fingers that rips a sweet sigh out of the omega. He purrs in content at the sound, he can feel the dragon eyes piercing through them.

“I’m the alpha here, Yoongi-yah,” Namjoon sounds amused and rough and so turned on, but there’s not an ounce of threat in his voice. Even if he is trying to draw the limits, all of them know it’s just to pretend to have control, “You can’t stop me from fucking him. I bet he wants it, don’t you, baby?” 

His eyes close in shame as he nods, he can’t lie to them; he wants him, he wants to submit to his alpha and he wants Yoongi to be there to take the lead, to whisper into his ear, to take care of him.

“He won’t leave my side, so you chose. But you’ll have to break the rules, Namjoon-ah. What will the other alphas think of you?”

Namjoon’s scent gets so thick that Jeongguk feels his damp cock twitch pathetically, his desperation intertwining with their arousal. 

“Let’s make him choose,” Namjoon tells him.

Yoongi blossoms at that, there’s an urge of competitiveness as he gets down to brush their cheeks together, scenting him lightly before backing down on his feet. He disappears from Jeongguk's eyesight as he stands behind him, his scent leaving a trail that he is desperate to follow.

Jeongguk doesn’t understand what they are doing until he tilts his head back to watch Yoongi standing a few inches behind his back, almost at the same distance that keeps him away from Namjoon in the first place. 

“Come here, Jeongguk-ie,” Namjoon takes the lead and Jeongguk’s core is pulled to his feet, he gets in all fours instantly, eyes still fixed on his alpha who smiles at him with dimples and everything which only serves to ache for more of his approval so his knees start moving, pinching as they get in contact with the hard cold floor, his fingertips twitching as his nails rasp over the marble.

“Puppy stop right there,” Yoongi’s command is soft as always and Jeongguk obediently stays still, looking over his shoulder. The omega is trying to act collected, but he can sense the fear coating the edge of his scent as Jeongguk can’t help to follow the alpha’s voice. “Good boy,” Jeongguk wags his imaginary tail, Yoongi licks his lips with hunger as he watches his hips shake, “You sure you want to go that way? I thought you didn’t wanna leave my side.”

Jeongguk starts turning around when Namjoon clicks his tongue, his scent so strong that it stops him on his track as he is halfway through it, his sides are both facing them and he looks right to the floor as a whine rips out of him, his limbs tingling with the need to part in two and please them both. 

He wants to beg them to stop it as tears start to run through his cheeks, but his cock is leaking and his heart is bursting so hard as they battle to get a piece of him that he doesn’t find the courage to say the words; he wants more, he wants them to keep pulling, to keep fighting for him.

“Stop trying so hard to contain yourself,” Namjoon’s tone is gone with arousal, a grumble edges on his chest and Jeongguk’s wet patch on his trouser just gets bigger, “I know you want my cock too.”

He can’t help it, even as hard as he tries to stay still his body starts to turn around to Namjoon once again and it’s terrifying how little control he has over his movements, everything he has surrendered to them.

“Omega,” it’s Yoongi’s voice, it rips a gasp out of him and Jeongguk knows he should be ashamed of his dirty little secret being out in the open for his leader to hear, but the urge of possessiveness in his tone has him wanting to roll into his back and show his tummy to Yoongi. “You’ll come with me,” even as he is demanding him, his tone is nothing but gentle to him. “I won’t let you go, you’re mine .”

When he starts to turn around, he sees Yoongi kneeling so their stares can meet, his features are sharp and determined, but they soften down as Jeongguk starts to slowly trail back to him.

His mind is buzzing with Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

Alpha .

“Shit,” Namjoon whispers behind them, but none of them are listening anymore. 

“Yeah, that’s it, my good boy,” Yoongi praises as Jeongguk’s cheek brushes his knee, his hand falling to his neck as Jeongguk stares at him in awe, cock leaking and mouth tingling, “My sweet puppy, I never doubted you.”

Jeongguk doesn’t hear Namjoon leaving, too focused on the body that he wants to succumb under. I’m yours, yours, yours . The atmosphere gets lighter as their leader backs away and Yoongi’s scent appeases as all his devotion is back to him now that the threat of being torn apart has disappeared. 

“Hyung’s my favorite too,” he sighs, and Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy grin. 

He stumbles closer to Yoongi in clumsy desperation, bum perked up as he lets his damp cock brush against the omega’s knee, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick his jaw as he humps himself mindlessly into his leg that gets firmer under his desperate movements.

“You’re so cute, puppy,” Yoongi sighs dreamily, hand scratching the back of his head before leaving a kiss over the crown of it, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Jeongguk wails at that, a puppy growl trembling into Yoongi’s neck as he throws his body over him to lick his neck in desperate twirls. 

“Please Hyung knot me, mark me up. Show them I’m yours first.”

;

Since that night, Yoongi’s mission has been taken to hardcore mode.

He seems to be targeting just their leader now, knowing the other alphas will eventually fall back once Namjoon does too.

Jeongguk is not sure if he is still trying to make him jealous, or trying to show Jeongguk off, or just trying to prove the power that he holds over all of them. Maybe all of the options are true. Probably. And it makes it all the more thrilling.

He is proud of the way he almost feels like a perfect prize to him. Just a mindless pup that would follow him to the sun.

(He knows there’s more, he can grasp the adoration in his scent that wraps Jeongguk up even when they are just sleepy and tangled into each other's body, he can grasp it in everything Yoongi does for him. Still, there’s nothing he loves more than being his eternal simp.)

So Yoongi provokes him trying to be discreet, knowing that his instincts are something he was never good at containing to himself,  knowing that Jeongguk can’t keep himself from jumping at him anywhere when licks his smirk that he ends up erasing in a mind numbing kiss, rubbing his pathetic cock against his body as Yoongi rejoices on his desperation. 

Sometimes is during breakfast, Yoongi’s still sleepy yet he bares his neck for him, fluttering his scent for Jeongguk to fall into a hazy state of need that brushes everything else away from his brain; he searches for a reaction from him in every corner of the house, even against Namjoon’s bedroom door, desperate to leave their traces tangled there for the alpha to go crazy when he comes back.

The only place where Yoongi lowered his guard and eased himself down was in his studio, where Jeongguk usually left him alone for a few hours to concentrate before following the trace of his scent once again as the sun starts to set. 

This time when Jeongguk enters the studio Yoongi’s scent is sour, not even relaxing when he closes the door behind him. That sends a pang to his chest, there’s nothing he hates more in this world than Yoongi being sad, well maybe not being able to be of any help it’s even worse. But he is adamant to fix it, he is a persisting person and he won’t subdue until his omega is blooming back.

“Baby,” Jeongguk’s tongue feels heavy, his alpha wants to rip out of his own skin; he just wants to cry, but he fights to stay composed, “Hyung, what’s happening?”

Yoongi doesn’t turn around, just lets his body deflate into the chair. Jeongguk rushes to him, kneeling in between his legs to press his face onto his inner thigh, searching for his stare. When the omega looks down his scent turns mushier, which serves to make Jeongguk proud as he nuzzles his leg. 

“How can I help?” Yoongi bites the smile from curling on his underlip, “Who do I have to kill?” 

His shoulders shake lightly as he laughs, falling relaxed as his hand sneaks into his cheek to caress gently, his scent sticking to Jeongguk.  

“I was just working on this song, you know the one that I made you record like thirty times,” He remembers, Yoongi has been going crazy with this one for a few days already, he’s not sure of what’s not hitting right and Jeongguk is sure that he is just dying to ask Namjoon for help, but he is not going to give in first, “and I thought that I was just about to get it, like I had it on the tip of my tongue.”

“I can help you with that if you need,” Jeongguk states, pitch mushy and innocent like.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiles, “But it’s not the song that’s bothering me, not right now at least,” he confesses, and Jeongguk can see that whatever he is trying to push out of his chest is weighing harder than just a block, “It’s just—I was trying so hard to concentrate and then all I could feel was Namjoon fucking Jimin down the hall. I wanted to go there and shut them both away but I knew that wouldn’t be smart.”

It is selfish to admit, but Jeongguk is so happy Yoongi chose to stay here.

He doesn’t know what could have happened, but he is glad he is still the one to keep him.

When he sniffs harder he can sense it, but it’s almost gone under Yoongi’s distress that’s still clouding the room. Jimin is not around anymore, Jeongguk can sense that it’s only Namjoon alone in his studio now, just a few doors away from them.

“Are you jealous, Hyung?” He is not affected by it, he just wants to pull the strings of Yoongi’s mind, “Did you wanna be in Jimin's place?”

“A little,” he confesses, his fingers wrapping on his nape to tangle on his strands, “I know he was trying to make me jealous, Namjoon-ah doesn’t do this type of thing lightly.”

There’s not a doubt of that for him, they all know not to try to advance on Namjoon when he is working because they have all gone back completely rejected (not Yoongi, never Yoongi). 

“He doesn’t want to cave in first,” Jeongguk mumbles, his hands gripping Yoongi's waistband. “Do you want me to help him get jealous too, Hyung?”

He licks his lips in anticipation, the eagerness in his scent rips a laugh out of the omega who has turned sweeter under his nose, pleased at the devoted company.

“And what would you do?” He asks, but Jeongguk knows that he is agreeing by the way his eyes turn darker, his scent thicker as it pulls him into a haze.

“Want to suck your cock,” he rubs his cheek higher onto his inner thigh, inhaling deeply as the smell gets stronger every inch closer he gets, “Want you to sense how good I can make you feel, pretend that you don’t need him with my mouth on your cock.”

“I don’t need anyone if I have you with me,” his answer is breathy as he lifts his hips so Jeongguk can pull his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles. 

Jeongguk takes his shirt off too in a swift movement, carefully lifting Yoongi’s hips again to put it under him, knowing that he would be really mad at himself if he ruined the chair. Yoongi’s scent gets mushier and his fingers scratch behind his ear making Jeongguk purr in happiness, knowing that he also feels taken care of sets him off more than anything.

Yoongi’s cock is flush pink against his white shirt, so hard as he takes it into his hand and taps the tip into his mouth. When he looks up at him his face is hungry and bright red, his feline stare is hazed with want. 

He has never seen someone so beautiful and handsome at the same time, his beauty takes his breath away and it riles him up so good at the same time. His duality makes him feel delirious, Jeongguk doesn’t think there could be another being on this earth that could come close to his ethereal beauty.

He takes a deep breath before sucking it deep into his mouth, humming in pleasure as the bittersweet fluids overpower his taste buds. It’s so heavy already, pulsating and furious as it coats his mouth in its stickiness. 

Sucking cock has always been one of his favourite things, but having the thickness of Yoongi’s cock stretching his mouth is something that always sets his mind off, the sweet scent so close to his nostrils, the way his grunts turn almost as deep as when he is inches deep inside him.

When he kneels in between his legs there’s nothing on his brain but the warmth of his body and the need to please and take. 

His mouth buzzes in pleasure, his lower belly cramping with aching desire as Yoongi’s slick gets thicker on his nostrils, the precum that slips through his tongue makes him hum in pleasure. 

“Fuck, why would I need anyone else?” Jeongguk mewls at that, his throat constricting into the tip of Yoongi’s cock and he feels an urge of satisfaction running through his body as his scent gets so thick that his brain melts. “You have the best mouth to take cock, baby.”

Jeongguk knows, they all tell him every time. Having no gag reflex has done wonders for his sex life. Their words are always a fuel to get him deeper, to get even more eager for it. He opens his eyes to look at Yoongi, his head resting against the back of the chair, baring his sweaty neck to the side and Jeongguk’s mouth waters as his mark shines bright against his skin.

Yoongi catches his stare by the corner of his eyes and tilts his head back, the hand on his nape moves to behind his ear, knowing that it will melt Jeongguk’s brain, mouth going lax and starting to drool all around his shaft. 

“So good for Hyung, pup. The best at knowing what I want.”

The moment the words are out of his mouth, Jeongguk’s bloodstream gets intoxicated with another scent that’s taking over the entire hall and dripping under the door. His bum falls into his heels in obedience at the territorial mark of their leader, his gaze never leaving Yoongi’s stare that’s dripping in satisfaction at getting such an easy reaction from the older alpha. 

That only serves to rile Jeongguk even more, to turn him hungrier as he bobs his head up and down, sucking his cheeks to rip a groan out of Yoongi who trembles under him. He wants his alpha to listen to how well he takes care of their mate.

“Should we invite our guest in, baby? We should show him what he is missing.”

He pulls out of Yoongi’s cock, smiling widely before licking around the tip to have the omega’s body twitching under him. 

“Do you think he deserves it?” Jeongguk whispers, but he knows that as much as he tries to shush his alpha can hear; Yoongi knows too, an incredulous smile quivering as Jeongguk laps along his shaft, “I think you should do whatever you want, Hyung. Always. We should always listen to your needs.”

“Good pup, always so eager to please.” He scratches behind his ear, Jeongguk smiles against his hips and leaves a trail of kisses down his navel before putting his mouth onto Yoongi’s pulsating length again, wanting his alpha to be properly greeted, “Come in, Namjoon-ah. Stop lurking there like a freak.”

The door opens a few seconds later, Jeongguk only looks when Namjoon steps in, his mouth full of cock as he looks up at his leader that’s looking right back at him, his eyes dark on the edges. 

When Jeongguk breathes in Namjoon’s scent injects on his veins, it’s damp and heavy with arousal, intoxicating his bloodstream that twitches in response, his throat gagging against Yoongi’s cock with the impulse.

Yoongi lifts him up by his chin gently, but Jeongguk pushes back down once again; he won’t give up on his task, even if his movements turn unrhythmic at the intimidating presence, he wants to show his alpha that his omega’s pleasure is his first priority.

Jeongguk doesn’t dart his eyes away as Namjoon walks closer, he watches him kneel on his side and from this distance he can see the fire in his stare that’s burning him down to ashes. 

From this distance his reeking scent is just too heavy on the atmosphere that it itches his breath away.

“You know I should punish you for all of this, right bun?” Namjoon’s words are tainted with a wicked smile that makes him whimper, but it gets muffled by the cock that he isn’t willing to let go.

Yoongi’s scent spikes both in arousal and possessiveness as his own eyes widen, a pitiful whimper gets trapped into the length. Jeongguk's cock is about to burst, his hole clenching as he imagines his body pinned down, roughly forced to take any of their cocks.

“If you’re here to threaten him then go back to where you came from.” Yoongi’s voice is firm, taking both their attention to him. His eyes are fixed over Namjoon, Jeongguk would be wetting himself if he could at the image of his hooded eyes filled with pleasure as he licks the sided smirk on his face, “I think we’ve made it clear who he answers to. I’m not gonna let you rip my pup from me.”

“You are my omega,” Namjoon’s voice is possessive, but it’s nowhere near the territoriality that Yoongi is exuding. Jeongguk thinks, of course, that it would go like this in a pack like theirs, where the norm is blurred and their dynamics are twisted all around; he wouldn’t have it any other way, “You answer to me so he answers to me, in the end.”

Namjoon towers closer to Yoongi, his chest hovering over Jeongguk who feels caged against their scents, he twitches his legs closer trying to gain friction but there’s no use. He feels the tears start to pool on his eyes as the desperation grows bigger, Yoongi’s cock still pulsating heavy on his limp mouth that’s swallowing him almost to the base without moving an inch.

“Are you sure, alpha?” He huffs a sarcastic chuckle, “You all belong to me . He is mine first than he is yours, all of you are more mine than you belong to each other. I’m your omega. I’m in charge here.”

Jeongguk mewls in agreement, earning himself a hard scratch on his nape. His mouth waters, the fluids are impossible to contain at the commissures of his lips.

“And you?” Namjoon’s voice is barely audible now with how low his timbre is, “Who do you belong to more?”

“To whoever I want to belong to at the moment, alpha.” 

Jeongguk is so glad to be his favourite. 

When Namjoon kisses Yoongi’s mouth he can hear their teeths clicking with the force. Jeongguk whines at the sight, it’s almost like watching a battle unleash under his stare, their mouths colliding with a desperate force that neither of them seem to be wanting to resign. 

He whimpers at the lack of attention over him, but there’s another part that’s even more turned on by being temporarily forgotten. But as if Yoongi could read his thoughts, he shifts lighter in his place, his leg moving in between him to rub his foot against his hard cock, ripping a moan that gets choked on the tip of his cock.

He is pressing down onto his leg when Namjoon grunts into Yoongi’s mouth, the omega’s length pulsating over his tongue as his veins inject with his citrusy scent that has him spilling into his mouth, his body twitching against Yoongi’s as he rubs in wretched desperation to ride his climax, his mouth making a mess of drool and precum all around the omega’s navel as he laps and sucks his cheeks shallow, swallowing every drop that he can with a disarming thirst that tickles his throat. 

There’s a wet patch on his crotch that wets Yoongi’s shinbone and leaks down to his ankle, sticking to his naked skin and penetrating it with his mark as he keeps moving even through the overstimulation, aching to trace every inch of him with his seed. 

Both of them are still kissing as Jeongguk gets the strength to open his eyes once again, but it has softened down on the edges even if it seems more aroused now, less angry. Jeongguk wonders if the cloyiness of his scent has something to do with it, he likes to think it does.

He tries to pull away from Yoongi’s cock to take a breath, the contact on his limp member is still firm as if Yoongi was trying to keep Jeongguk on edge, but his head bumps into Namjoon’s side, shocking him as he has to push himself down a little once again, coaxing his mouth lax not to choke. 

He lets his tongue hang heavy against the hard length, a pool of fluids dripping down to keep wetting in between Yoongi’s cheeks and he aches to press his hand in there but his mind is too fuzzy and confused still, both presences are like the yin and yang sneaking inside him, trying to pull from his limbs and tear him apart. 

He loves seeing them fusioning together once again, he can’t wait for them to take him back into their game, to keep trying to show their dominance through him.

A hand latches to his neck gently, and his lips suction in response to the touch, the room vibrating with Yoongi’s grunt as his mouth brushes his navel. The fingers press stronger to the side of his neck as the alpha backs away from Yoongi’s lips that are swollen and shiny. 

Namjoon lifts him up from Yoongi’s member after he moves an inch to the side, looking at him with the shadow of a smile. He takes a deep breath, he wants to let the weight of his head fall into Yoongi’s thigh but the alpha keeps him steady. 

“Want a kiss too,” He pouts, Namjoon’s grip softens down to go down lower to his shoulder blades, “Please.”

The alpha tilts his chin up, the kiss is much more gentle than he expected, even if it's hungry and Namjoon unusually bites him, which sends Jeongguk the signal that his leader is still marking up his territory somehow probably at tasting Yoongi’s precum still so fresh over his tongue.

Jeongguk mewls into the kiss, lifting his weight from his ankles to push closer to him, enjoying the manly taste of his scent latching to his tongue, luring him in so easily into a numbing haze that he feels his cock twitching as the stickiness leaks down his thighs.

There’s another hand brushing his chin, Jeongguk instantly knows that it’s Yoongi’s caress coaxing him back. He brushes the tip of his tongue against Namjoon’s lips one more time before pulling back, tilting his head so his cheek falls heavy against the omega’s palm, brushing it like a puppy searching for a caress from his owner. 

“You let him finish without telling you?” Namjoon asks, his question is genuine, he doesn’t sound teasing, almost as if that wasn’t even a choice for him. 

Jeongguk can smell Yoongi take his words as a challenge, he can see it in his smirk as he caresses his chin, thumb brushing his lip. 

“I made him cum,” His chuckle is lighthearted, but the easiness of it makes Namjoon frown, lost in his own thoughts as he looks down to see Yoongi’s leg shiny with the stickiness that trespassed the cloth, “Do you know how many times he can come?” 

Yoongi tilts his head cockily as Namjoon looks up and he blushes at the path that the conversation is taking, but he can’t say he isn’t pleased that it’s all darting back to him. Namjoon doesn’t know, nobody has ever gone that far with him like Yoongi does. 

“How many?” Namjoon looks back at Jeongguk for a second, as if expecting an answer from him. But there’s a pull on his earlobe telling him to keep quiet, so he just licks his lips and shrugs, earning himself a scratch behind the ear and an raised eyebrow from his alpha, who looks back at Yoongi. 

“I wanna know how many times you made him come, in one night,” the omega defies. 

Yoongi is having so much fun with it that it brushes a light sense of embarrassment through his body. It makes him feel mindlessly horny, as if the only motivation he could get was getting his cock wet and his ass full. 

“Three.”

Yoongi’s huff makes Jeongguk hide into his navel, knowing what’s coming next.

“I’ve taken it up to seven,” the way he licks the satisfied smirk on his face has Jeongguk’s mouth watering, his lips instinctually closing around the hard tip that leaks a strip onto his mouth that he licks proudly, “He could touch himself and all of us could still get one round. Isn’t that amazing?”

“Hyuuung,” he whines, but it’s not heartfelt, the thought makes his cock throb even through the overstimulation. 

He would actually love that, he hopes Yoongi is being serious about it. 

Yoongi’s hand lifts his chin up again, his face angled right next to his hard cock. 

“You’re so fucking cute,” Yoongi shakes his head lightly, the smile on his face is bigger than he has seen in weeks, in years maybe, and that’s everything he needs to relax once again into his grip. “Isn’t he?” 

“Our cutest pup,” Namjoon’s praise waters his mouth, his eyelids falling heavier as his eyes still bore through Yoongi. 

“We have such a fertile young pup, you don’t really know how to take advantage of it. Such a shame.” He sighs theatrically, Jeongguk is enjoying all this game too, even if it's at the cost of his dignity. He won’t admit how much he likes that too, the humiliation that it brings; he doesn’t need to say it, he knows Yoongi can read it right through him, “Or it isn’t, because that just means more for me.”

“Let me see you fuck him,” Namjoon’s voice is raspier than it was seconds ago as he blurts the words out, hungry and desperate, “Prepare him for my knot, Hyung.”

That dizzies his brain up even more. Their knot is not something they give to him lightly, even when he begs for it, Namjoon just let it happen twice. Seokjin and Taehyung may have slipped a few more, but it was something that they did not usually indulge him in given that it hurt, a lot , but Jeongguk could barely sense it through the pleasure even as the tears washed his skin and the screams filled out the room, the only thing on his mind is being such a good mate for them to be able to take them even when he shouldn’t, when his body is not prepared for them; he loves to show them how he can adjust to whatever they need. 

Yoongi wouldn’t keep him on edge like that, Jeongguk knows that if Yoongi could pop a knot he would be attached to him every chance they could. 

At least that’s what Yoongi slurs in his deep hungry voice when he fucks him sometimes, when he is too famished in Jeongguk’s dripping scent that's so sweet as he archs his back for him, hips desperately pushing back into his girth. 

Yoongi is big for an omega, cock as thick as Jeongguk's and he knows how to use it to glitch his brain and have him feel drunk on it, spurting nonsense as he gets pinned down into the mattress.

He shivers at the thought, mouth watering once again as his eyes dart back to Yoongi’s cock, lapping the precum that’s slightly dripping down. 

“And what will you give us in return? This is not something I would give lightly, you know? My Jeongguk-ie time is precious to me.”

Jeongguk smiles into the tip of his cock, his heart rushing in dopamine, his wolf aching to jump out of his skin.

It’s been almost ten years since he had his first time with Yoongi, yet his body still responds to him as if he was his unrequited school crush.  

“I can give you whatever you want, Hyung.” Namjoon sounds desperate now, far from demanding, still there's possessiveness in the grip on their necks. “You just have to ask.”

“I hate asking,” Yoongi fights back, the irritation slipping from his tone to give out his real feelings, “I don't wanna have to ask, by now you should know what I want, alpha. I'm getting tired of waiting.”

“Let me show you then,” Namjoon's voice is soft given the situation they are in, but the words tremble on his chest, “Go to your nest now.”

Yoongi opens his mouth as if going to object, but Namjoon's grip tightens and Yoongi decides on bending over to kiss Jeongguk fervently one more time under their alpha's hold, the fingers tapping into his aorta that’s pulsating at the compass of his unstoppable heart.  

It must be an uncomfortable position for Yoongi, but his fingers brush with so much care over the line of his jaw that it has him shiver pathetically as he tries to reach closer, lifting his body even higher onto his knees as his hands grip from the omega’s hips.

He loves having all their attention on him, their scents wrapping up his shaky limbs that are twitching for more.

“You really have a nerve, Namjoon-ah,” He mumbles against his lips, licking into his mouth as he pulls away, leaning back against the chair in nonchalance. Jeongguk pouts, he aches to get closer but his body feels caged to the floor in overwhelm, “You ignore me, try to rip me off my pup and now you want to order me around?” Yoongi’s words are charged with amused disbelief, the satisfaction pouring all over the room. “We’ll do this, but we’ll do it my way Namjoon-ah. And we’ll do it because I want to, not because you’re my alpha.”

His tone is wicked on the edges, it turns him on so much to see Yoongi can be so mean. The omega is never like that with him, and it makes Jeongguk feel all the more special. He prefers it like this, just being a spectator of his snarkiness, knowing that it could bite for him too if needed.

Namjoon stays quiet, Jeongguk can sense he is afraid of saying something that would make Yoongi back down. 

“What do you think, baby?” His tone is so soft as he turns at him that it almost makes him purr, nuzzling against his navel and brushing his lips along the tip of his cock, looking up at him as he licks the stickiness away, popping it out with a dazed smile, “Do you think we should show him? Do you want to?” He fixes his short bangs away from his forehead, “You know it’s okay if you don’t.”

Always so sweet to him, even when he is desperate to finally get Namjoon in the palm of his hand, he is willing to give up everything if that means that’s not what he wants. By now, Yoongi should know that Jeongguk wants whatever he wants too, but he is doing this to assert his voice too, to show the alpha that he doesn’t have a say over them.

“I want it, I want whatever you want Hyung,” he spills, hands sliding to the back of Yoongi’s back to hold him close, face hiding in his tummy. He gets annoyed by the fabric of the shirt as he tries to nuzzle his skin, opting to look back at his omega who is just smiling back at him in endearment, “But I don’t think he is ready for it,” Yoongi brightens up as he chuckles, his chest enlarges and he slides his hands to wrap around his waist, leaving his hard cock trapped against his upper chest, ripping a grunt from the omega, who looks so deliriously hot with his tongue in between his lips and his eyes fixed on him in a haze. 

“Yah, at this point you are just screaming for me to punish you, baby,” Namjoon doesn’t sound severe, he is just trying to fight for their attention once again, teasing them both back to their fight. 

The omega is about to protest, Jeongguk can smell it flaring under his nostrils and itching on the fingertips that grip him tighter, but he is aching to make him proud again, to sense how his scent gets thicker around him in the ache to mark him up stronger than their own leader.

"Are you talking to me, alpha?" Jeongguk's chest grumbles lightly with pleasure as Yoongi's lips curl in a smile. He smoothly starts to lift himself, his nose brushing the entirety of the omega’s chest until it finds the skin of his neck, clammy and salty under his tongue, “And what are you going to do?” 

“I’m going to fuck you brainless, baby.” The sincere confession of his alpha has Yoongi licking his lips, fingers twisted on the hair of his nape to rip him away from latching to his neck to make him look up. “Exactly how you like.”

His breath itches, but he fights away the heat that climbs up his body in the need to submit.

“I figured,” he smiles and Yoongi mimics his gesture, the grin on his face is wicked on the edges and it makes him just want him even more. “You just can’t resist us.”

“What is it with you two getting brattier together?” Namjoon has a slight frown tainting his face, but it’s evident that through the arousal he finds their dynamic fascinating. 

Jeongguk can smell how proud Yoongi is about those words, how sweet he tastes thickening the air.

“Come on,” Yoongi mumbles just to him, “Let’s go to our nest.”

His eyes widen at the words, heart rushing so fast that he is sure both of them can sense how the rhythm picks up until it threatens to rip his ribcage open.

“Our nest?” He can hear the hopeful tone of his words, his brain takes a few seconds to react when Yoongi presses their lips together in a gentle touch. When he starts moving, clumsy and desperate, the omega pulls back with hooded eyes and blushed cheeks.

“Yes, my omega deserves a nest too,” Yoongi whispers, so so low that it laxes all the muscles of his body.

The way back to the room is a rush and leaves a trail of urgency and thick arousal that won’t vanish easily, Jeongguk is on the lead taking Yoongi by the hand so he can keep his fast rhythm. He is not ashamed of his desperation, even less so as Yoongi’s chuckles echo around the halls as he struggles to keep up with his stumbling legs.

Namjoon follows them with a tranquil rhythm, letting them get the upper hand as he evidently tries to keep himself caged in a tray of sanity that Jeongguk hopes will vanish away once his cock is inside him.

They leave the door open as they fall into the nest, Jeongguk crawls as carefully as possible not wanting to ruin their sanctuary, collapsing over his belly, the friction over his cock has him humping in desperation.

They usually fuck him over his tummy, Jeongguk prefers it like that with his alphas, he likes being crowded by them and feeling their pants on his back as they rail him into the mattress, his face hidden as he screams into the pillow.

But with Yoongi, he likes to look at him, he wants to be seen too. 

“Roll on your back for me baby,” it’s as if he is reading his mind. Jeongguk grabs his wrist to lick along his palm before following the command and exposing himself for him. Yoongi puts his hand on his tummy, rubbing it gently as he smiles at him, “Such a good puppy for your alpha.”

The omega stares at the wet patch on his groin and Jeongguk follows his eyes, his cheeks start to burn but it vanishes away as he looks back at Yoongi, his stare filled with hunger as his hand tickles over his waistband. He rips it away, straddling over him with a devilish grin that has him bearing his neck. 

Yoongi tilts his chin back to look at him, when they hear the door close they are tongue deep into each other's mouth.

Yoongi’s hands are cupping his chest as Jeongguk brings him closer by the grip on his waist, the wetness from the omega’s slick sticking to his own dampness as their bodies start to rut in desperation. 

Namjoon’s scent is so spicy that it tickles on his nose, the presence of the alpha is too close and intimidating for him to concentrate properly. His hands start to shake, his tongue falls flat against Yoongi’s one as his brain glitches. 

This room is much bigger yet he feels more vulnerable here, where their scents are sticking to every wall that’s now getting strips from Namjoon too, touching the most intimate fiber of his soul.

The omega breaks apart from the kiss, a breathy chuckle makes Jeongguk open his eyes to follow his stare, finding Namjoon’s burning orbs watching them closely as he kneels right beside the bed.

“You look like a pathetic pup, Namjoon-ah,” Jeongguk whimpers at the words, his cock starting to tent up his pants again, brushing against Yoongi’s curves, “An alpha leader kneeling for his omega and his youngest pup, you really are that desperate?”

“I don’t care,” Reading in between the lines, it almost feels as if Namjoon was submitting to their omega. He doesn’t look at Jeongguk as he speaks, his cheeks are red and his scent so thick with arousal that it vanishes any ounce of embarrassment he could be feeling, “I just want to see you up close,” his hands fall over a pile of Yoongi’s clothes, but they don’t move farther than the limit that divides them, “Can I?”

“But you can’t touch until I say so,” Yoongi warns, “Don’t want to see you touching yourself either, save that load for Gguk-ie. Jimin-ie must have milked you already.”

“I won’t touch, please.” Namjoon seems drowned in a haze, Jeongguk wonders how much of this will vanish as soon as they let him into their nest. 

Jeongguk’s hand slides to Yoongi’s lower back, his teeth nibbling his jaw to get his attention back, wanting to please both of their needs.

“Fuck me, Hyungie,” he begs breathily, that takes Yoongi back to him as he expected, “Want your knot so much.”

“Mhm, that’s like music to my ears, pup.”

There’s a pair of hands shuffling him out of his clothes, his cock jumps hard into his abs, covered in cum that Yoongi doesn’t even doubt in licking clean, pressing his tongue along his shaft. 

His hands grip to the sheets as he fights not to lifts his hips up when the omega takes him whole into his mouth, his long lashes caressing his own cheeks as he swallows against his tip, throat constricting so deliciously that it blurs his vision, his hazy stare locking with Namjoon’s when he tilts his head to the side.

“Like what you see, alpha?” He grins, hazy and lightheaded, getting a guttural grunt in response that shakes a whimper out of his wolf.

He bites his underlip to keep his sounds caged and the next thing he knows is that Yoongi’s wet digit is dampening his rim. When he looks back, Yoongi is completely naked already, one hand firm on his inner thigh to open him up even more while the other is disappearing behind his body, fingers deep into his own hole. 

Jeongguk knows exactly what he is doing and he whines in anticipation, Yoongi pops off his cock with a smile.

“Give me a pillow, baby,” Jeongguk looks around desperately, but all their pillows are carefully forming their nest and he doesn’t want to touch them, “Don’t pout like that, pretty. We’ll rearrange the nest with your things later, don’t worry that much about it.”

That is convincing enough for him, the prospect of piling his stuff with Yoongi’s, to share something as private as his nest, their nest, has his chest blooming, his cock leaking so so needy. 

He lifts his hips to slide the pillow under his lower back, opening up his legs wider. It’s just a second later that he feels Yoongi’s wet fingers slide along his rim to spread his slick along the crack. 

Jeongguk’s breath itches on his throat mid-moan as a digit slides in, his hips fly up immediately, pushing down until the knuckle disappears into his hole. 

“So eager already,” it’s Namjoon’s voice, a slow whisper almost as if he was talking to himself. “You look so beautiful, pup.” 

He wants to question why is Namjoon being so nice; it’s not that he isn’t usually, their leader is probably the softest spoken from them all, but that does not usually apply in the bedroom where he likes to objectify them, brushing away all signs of morality as he whispers Jeongguk how much of a cockslut he is.

He wonders if Namjoon is caging all of that for the moment that he is inside Jeongguk, knowing Yoongi won’t be able to back away.

“He does,” He thought that he would scold Namjoon for even daring to speak, but his voice is so soft that Jeongguk’s heart takes a leap, “You like that, puppy? Like your Hyungs talking about you?” 

Jeongguk doesn’t know what gives it away, but there’s nothing he can hide from him.

“Yes,” he admits, Yoongi’s finger slides deeper, the tip of another finger teasing around his rim, “Please, please Hyungie, another.”

“If you beg so prettily,” Yoongi sighs, Jeongguk can see the phantom of his smile through his heavy eyelids, “You know I can’t deny you.”

Yoongi doesn’t tease him anymore, the finger slides easily, his rim still stretched from the night before. Even if he could easily take him without his fingers first, the omega loves to take his time with him, watching him slowly lose himself as he gets gently coaxed for his cock. 

The fingers scissor inside his hole as Yoongi’s mouth latches to his inner thigh, biting with aim. He fixes on the same spot until it starts to hurt, moving his mouth a little bit higher up to continue marking up his skin, claiming his territory.

It feels like eternity until Yoongi pushes the other finger. He flutters his eyes open to watch his omega working on him, his long strands hiding his face that’s hidden in between his open legs, still lapping and biting and fucking him deliciously slow.

He wants to beg him to go faster but his tongue gets tied as the digits brush teasingly over his prostate, Namjoon’s scent brushing a smoke of heat as Jeongguk arches his back from the bed, feet planted onto the mattress to hump himself into Yoongi’s fingers. 

“Shhh, easy baby,” Yoongi mumbles, his breath tickling over his touch starved cock, “You want more?” 

The only reaction he can give him is a whine and a frantic nod, his hands desperate to latch to Yoongi’s back, to rip his skin open as he gets stretched wide, pinned down against his slimmer body that’s so great and making him feel so little even through his puffed chest and his wide shoulders. 

“Hyungie,” he answers, ripping a soft smile out of his wild gaze, “Alpha, please,” he tries to hide his head into the pillow, but the angle doesn’t let him, “Please.”

“Please what, baby? Use your words.”

“Fuck me,” He begs after taking a sharp breath, his legs trying to close around his body as the omega teases the warmth of his mouth over his cock sending a shiver that makes him bolt over the mattress, “Fuck, I need you inside, Hyungie. Knock me up.”

Yoongi is a patient man, he doesn’t usually pull away until the fourth finger has been inside him for a few minutes at least, so the few times that it happens Jeongguk’s chest puffs up in pride; there’s nothing he loves more than Yoongi not being able to contain himself with him.

The next thing he knows is Yoongi is towering over his body, one hand next to his face as the other strokes his cock, wetting it with his own slick to get it ready for him. Jeongguk bites from his underlip, pulling the omega closer so he can lick inside his mouth as he relaxes his limbs.

“Please put it in me,” he whispers, Yoongi’s cock brushes against his as he ruts over his body, his arms quiver as he latches to his shoulderblades, legs opening wider to present himself. “Claim me, alpha. Show him who I belong to.”

Namjoon grunts instinctually by their side but Jeongguk doesn’t care, he doesn’t care about anything that isn’t the weight of Yoongi’s body, the tip of his cock brushing his entrance that feels too tight as he pushes past the rim, just leaving the tip in as he attaches his mouth to his neck, right over the mark of his teeth. 

The cry he lets out as Yoongi starts to push in is pathetic, but the omega’s canines are out as they rasp through his sensitive skin that itches to be ripped once again, to be marked by his mate who’s hand is caressing his side so gently as he bottoms out, giving him time to adjust to him even when he doesn’t really need it.

He loves the pain, but what he loves even more than that is feeling so pampered even with a cock ripping through him.

But Yoongi is gentle, oh so smooth and delicate as he waits for Jeongguk to get used to the stretch, caressing his sides and kissing every inch of his neck to distract him.

“So tight for me,” Yoongi’s voice is rough in a tone that’s only for him, almost as deep as his morning voice, but it has a different flick on the side, a hunger that tingles on his lower belly where his cock is trapped in between their bodies; “Your wet hole always sucks me up so good, baby.”

Jeongguk loves the way Yoongi doesn’t even seem to be pretending, the words flow out of his mouth with an ease that almost makes him believe it too. 

He tries to lift his hip up to gain more friction, to get him deeper, but Yoongi’s hand stops him on his waist to keep him caged down. He stirrs in desperation for a few seconds but Yoongi’s teeth pull from his earlobe, coaxing his limbs to a lax state as he keeps sucking from the sensitive skin, tongue lapping around the earring.

“Please,” he begs out of breath, he doesn’t even know what he is begging for, but as always he won’t doubt that his omega understands exactly what it is that he needs. 

“Easy, puppy,” Yoongi grunts, “Let Hyung take care of you.”

Yoongi’s thrusts are pushing him to the edge, long and languid as if he wanted Jeongguk to feel every inch of his hole molding to him, as if he was aching for Namjoon to see it in slow motion how he starts to tremble under him; how the whines that rip out of his mouth are pitchier than usual, more melodic and eager as his hands latch to Yoongi’s shoulders, fingertips scratching close to his neck as he pulls him closer, face hiding behind the curtain of black hairs that put a dome around his face. 

The omega smiles at him, a wide gummy grin that Jeongguk wishes he could reciprocate, but his eyes roll to the back of his skull as Yoongi’s cock slides inside him once again with more aim this time, his own hard on rubbing so hard in between their chests that he has to keep himself from coming, latching to Yoongi’s skin as he fights the orgasm off his body.

He usually doesn’t edge himself unless Yoongi specifically tells him to, he has easy orgasms so the omega always lets him take each of them without a question, knowing how to milk him dry; but tonight Jeongguk wants to last at least a few seconds more, he wants his omega to enjoy this treat he has been scheming for weeks. 

“You don’t wanna cum?” Yoongi’s words are whispered just for them, as always reading right through him, “Why are you containing yourself?”

“Wanna make it last longer,” he admits, his nails digging deeper into his skin as Yoongi drags his cock out until it’s just the tip.

“You know I can fuck another orgasm from you, you don’t need to,” his words are breathy, Jeongguk can hear on his tone how much he is enjoying that he is.

“I know,” Yoongi’s mouth hums against his ear, teeth nibbling under it to relax his body even more, his limbs tingle with a shock before going even more pliant under his touch, “But I want him to see how good I behave for you.”

Namjoon snorts at that and Jeongguk whimpers as Yoongi’s scent gets thicker, as if wanting to veil him from the dragon eyes that he is sure can see right through the thickness of Yoongi’s hair. 

Jeongguk can still sniff Namjoon’s precum in the air, his scent isn’t damp as Yoongi’s or as fluffy as his, but rougher and tighter, as if the clutch that he puts around them could suffocate them if he pressed too tightly. 

He loves the feeling of choking on it, gasping for air but that only makes it worse as his tongue is met with their mixed scents that are injecting into each of his senses; his brain glitches, he wants to respond to them both but he can’t move his body as Yoongi’s thrust pick up.

There’s possessiveness in each movement and Jeongguk can’t help but start drooling, his head falling limp to the side. His eyes are met with Namjoon’s, who seems at edge with his knuckles pale as he grips to one of Yoongi’s hoodies on the edge of their nest; he wants to tell his alpha to be careful, instead a sinful moan rips out his throat and fills out the room as the omega brushes his prostate.

“Tell him how much you’re enjoying it, baby,” Yoongi’s tone is snarky and arrogant as it’s groaned over his skin, but when Jeongguk opens his mouth to please him the words get caught in a filthy whimper, Yoongi’s lips get feisty on his neck in return. 

“I can see that,” Namjoon answers, but his tone sounds almost under trance. “So cock drunk.”

Jeongguk whimpers, still not able to push the words out of his mouth.

“My sweet pup, is okay if you can’t speak,” the encouragement so sweet and patient and full of so much warm wakes his wolf up, his first instinct is to growl at Namjoon’s scent that’s trying to wrap around his omega but it dies down as it gets lulled back, Yoongi’s fingers digging deeper into the crook of his shoulder.

When he eases back down he realizes Namjoon is just trying to catch them both, that he is trying his scent to take over to lure them both to a state of need.

“Fuck me harder, please,” it’s barely audible, his tongue too heavy to pronounce the words properly. “Need alpha’s knot.”

“Which alpha. Him?” Yoongi teases, Jeongguk shakes his head frantically. 

It’s known that Yoongi can be a little bit devilish with his alphas, but seeing it first hand, being used for it buzzes his brain in excitement and adrenaline; his response only serves to turn Namjoon’s stare darker, Jeongguk hopes this is just going to make the alpha fuck him harder in revenge.

“You want your omega to be your alpha too, baby?” Namjoon’s voice is so rough that it sends a shiver down his spine, “Such a greedy little thing, you’re just too desperate for cock.”

He is not used to being degraded under Yoongi, but he doesn’t mind if it turns his scent so protective around him, if it makes his thrust pick up a harsher rhythm as if he was trying to show off. 

His eyes flutter closed, Yoongi’s pants over his neck and he swears he can feel Namjoon’s ragged breath too, his desperation taking over the room.

“Pup me up, alpha,” he begs, his fingers latching to the back of his neck.

“Hyung doesn’t have a knot, darling.”

Jeongguk frowns at Namjoon’s words, what would he know about his alpha, anyway? He is the only one that gets to have him like this.

“Shut up!” He roars from the core of his chest, but it’s pitchy and whiny as he lifts his hips up desperately, he knows that his brattiness will backfire eventually, “Show him!” He demands, he knows what he must look like, pouting and frowning with his ass full of cock; Yoongi just grins at him, he loves how he doesn’t care one bit when he snaps, “Hyung, fuck—please just breed me, please!”

“This brainless alpha doesn’t know anything, right?” Yoongi indulges, his entire body convulses at his raspy tone, “He doesn’t have a clue of how much you belong to me. I’m going to breed you, gonna put so many baby’s on you, fuck,” he grunts, licking his lips as his eyes turn white, “I’ll fuck you full of my pups, puppy.”

Namjoon’s scent feels like it’s choking him now, but Yoongi’s lips are there to give him another breath of fresh air and his entire body spasms as he spills in between their chests, legs shaking violently on his sides as his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a pitchy scream filling out the room. He could feel every inch of the omega’s cock as he keeps fucking his overstimulated body, his fluttering hole squelching with the mix of Yoongi’s fluids. 

It doesn’t take Yoongi that long to follow him, when Jeongguk’s orgasms starts to vanish away and his sounds become more pitiful Yoongi’s load taints his pulsating walls, warm and thick as he fills him to the brim, still fucking him with deep thrusts to keep every drop clogged into his hole. 

“So good at taking my cock, baby,” he grumbles barely modulating, canines nibbling under his ear to keep his body spasming, “You are so beautiful, so perfect for me.”

“Thank you, Hyung,” his words are just a whispered thread, he laps his cheek with his tongue, leaving a wet trail until he slides it into his mouth, licking lazily, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“You’re my omega,” his heart skips a beat before rushing faster on his chest, “I just want you to have everything you need.”

They smile against each other’s lips before leaning into a lazy kiss, his hands wrapping around his upper chest to press him even closer, his cum smearing to the sides tickling along his ribs.

He could stay like this forever, or enough for Yoongi to get hard again, it would only take him to stare at him with puppy eyes.

“Should we let him in?” Yoongi wonders, reminding him that they have other plans today. He doesn’t even unlatch from his mouth to speak, brushing his tongue deeper, he whimpers as he licks the inside of his cheeks.

“Just don’t pull out,” he pouts, fluttering his heavy eyelids open. Yoongi’s face is so satisfied and drained, even more than when Jeongguk gives him his knot. 

“I can’t,” Yoongi answers simply, as if they were actually attached to each other; it makes his heart melt, “Come here, big pup. Clothes off, and be careful!”

Namjoon and being careful don’t go well together, but seeing their alpha act so clumsy only serves to melt them into giggles as they watch him get rid of his pants, his cock heavy and so hard that Jeongguk drools a little from his commissure, but Yoongi is there to lick it clean, digging his hips deeper to remind him who’s still inside him. 

He can’t help but frown when Namjoon accidentally kicks a pillow out of the nest, Yoongi chuckles against his cheek.

“Don’t worry pup, we’ll fix it later, remember?” The  frown appeases at the words, a dazed up grin takes over his face again, “You know Joon-ah doesn’t have that word in his dictionary.”

Jeongguk grips tighter onto Yoongi’s back when his body gets caged even deeper into the mattress as their alpha towers over them, his face hidden in the crook of Yoongi’s neck, warm breath hitting right over Jeongguk’s chin.

He feels a pair of sneaky hands brushing onto his hips with firm fingertips, Yoongi’s scent gets so soft that it almost makes him feel jealous, but the sentiment washes away when Yoongi’s lips found him back to erase his pout, Namjoon’s hands trailing up until it’s touching their ribcages, his mouth attached to Yoongi’s neck.

“I should fuck you just like this, still inside him so he can see how hard you like me to fuck you.”

Yoongi snarls at that, and his cock gets pathetically wet in between them.

“You’ll fuck me just if you fuck Jeongguk-ie right first,” Jeongguk laps his tongue along his commissure, a wet puppy kiss that makes Yoongi’s scent flare mushier, “If he doesn’t deem you worthy you won’t put your cock in me.”

“You really like stepping over the line, omega,” Namjoon mutters, at the same time that Jeongguk’s eyes snap open, his hands untangle from Yoongi’s strand to grab his face and force him to look at each other and he says, “Are you serious, Hyungie?” 

“I’m serious, yes,” Yoongi huffs a chuckle, staring at him with so much adoration that Jeongguk can’t help being hard again, “You were the only one to take care of me as I wanted, I trust your judgement.”

“You know Jeongguk-ie could sit on my cock for hours too, baby. This is not the challenge that you think it is.”

It actually isn’t. Jeongguk won’t even try to deny it and serve himself some dignity, but he will try to make the alpha suffer as much as he can with his new weapon.

“I’ll let him be the judge of that.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re such a great top,” Namjoon’s words sound so thick, proud and grunty with starvation, “You don’t even imagine how goodlook you lookgood together,” Jeongguk thinks they both do, but he loves the idea that it’s even lustier than they deem it to be, “And you,” he doesn’t even have to look at Namjoon to know that he is speaking to him, “Our beefy puppy showing his tummy for his omega. You’re not even ashamed of it, you just wanna be pampered. You really are such an omega, how could I not see it?”

“I’m the only one who can call him omega,” Yoongi snarls, there’s a possessiveness in his tone that’s even harsher than all the previous times. Jeongguk can’t help but bear his neck to him. “Do not fucking cross that line or you’ll have to fuck your hand.”

“You’ve gotten too possessive over him, Hyung. It’s actually cute.” Namjoon’s hands urge in between their chests, fingers rubbing intentionally over his nipples, Yoongi’s cock twitches inside him at the alpha’s insolence, his mouth biting from Jeongguk’s lips, “You should mark him again, as his alpha this time. I’ll let you do it if you want to.”

Jeongguk is expecting a snarky comment back, but Yoongi’s scent gets so mushy that it rips a little whimper off of him, baring his neck where the scar of his omega’s teeth are showing. 

“You would?” Yoongi sounds hopeful as much as he is turned on once again, happy that the alpha is willing to play along with their game, his falling tongue heavy and wet over his neck right where he is marked already. Namjoon’s fingers flicker away from his nipples, sliding down to his lower belly. 

“I would, but first you have to let me fuck you both,” Yoongi’s tongue flickers onto his mouth, Jeongguk can feel how he is starting to give into him, “I’m still your alpha, both of you belong to me, even if you come in pair now,” he hums in satisfaction, one of his hands unlatching from Yoongi’s head to slide it to Namjoon’s neck, pushing his face closer to theirs, “I don’t care, fuck you’re actually glowing,” he doesn’t actually know to which one of them his words are aimed, but both their scents get damper at the praise, “Just let me fuck you. Let me fuck him Hyung, please.”

Even through the roughness his last words are a plea that plays like a sonnet to his hazed up brain.

“How do you want him?” Yoongi’s words send an electric shock to his body.

“All fours, with you under him,” Jeongguk whines in response, his tongue flickering inside Yoongi’s mouth in a plea, scratching both their necks to show them how much he wants that too. “I think the pup agrees,” he huffs, and Jeongguk’s grip gets even tighter, “What do you think, omega?”

“If he wants it I want it too,” Jeongguk giggles, earning himself a wet peck on his commissures, “But you’ll have to get off of me first, Joon-ah. You’re crushing us, you know?”

“And I will keep doing it,” the alpha’s canines brush his shoulder and trail a path to Yoongi’s, the omega shudders over him and all of a sudden the weight is gone from their bodies. “Come on, I want to see the pup presenting for me.”

Yoongi opens his legs wider over him in instinct, a ripped moan that Jeongguk swallows happily breaks out from his lips.

He doesn’t need to look to know that Namjoon’s hand is sneaking inside the omega, his cock semi-hard still caged in his hole.

“I’m gonna pull out, is it okay, pup?” He whimpers, but Yoongi knows exactly how to handle it and his lips attach to his earlobe, “You’ll be full again soon, baby.”

“Hyung,” the omega stops his hips, his cock starting to take more space inside him as he pulls out, “Promise you’ll fuck me again after, please?”

His smile is so bright and disarming that Jeongguk can’t help but hug him tight, rolling their bodies into the mattress so he is on top. He sinks into Yoongi’s cock once again, face hidden into his neck as he laps furiously, his hips moving so deliciously that it takes his breath away. 

“I’m gonna make myself cum on your cock right now if not, Hyung,” he moves his hips up, sliding down harder once again. 

Satisfaction washes over him as he realizes the omega is full hard once again, his scent so damp that Jeongguk can feel his body getting hotter; the layer of sweat over Yoongi’s porcelain has his mouth pooling up with drool.

“No, you’re not,” Namjoon’s breath tickles on the back of his neck, his hips getting caged by his hands that keep him still, impaled on Yoongi’s cock. 

One of his hands slides to his upper chest, lifting both their bodies, ripping him from the omega’s contact, just his cock inside as a reminder. 

He wants to beg Yoongi to do something, but the omega is just watching as Namjoon lifts him up from his cock, licking his lips with hunger as he observes his body get manhandled. 

He whimpers at the emptiness, letting the weight of his body succumb to Namjoon’s embrace. He feels every drop threatening to slide out of him so he tenses his body, not willing to let any more of Yoongi go. 

“You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this moment, baby, you’ve been a very bad pup for your alpha.” It is not fair. Jeongguk was only pleasing his omega, he didn’t do anything wrong. “It won’t even be a punishment, you want it too much.”

A surprised squeak falls out of his lips as Namjoon roughly pushes him back into the bed, his hands quivering as he keeps himself steady placing them next to Yoongi’s head so as not to fall over him. The omega seems in trance when their gazes meet, eyes hazy that get steadier once Yoongi’s hands are on his neck. 

He feels the fluids start to drip no matter how much he tries to keep them in, his inner thigh tickles as it creates a delirious path that has him shivering in need. 

“Give him what he wants then,” Yoongi tells Namjoon in a rough command, Jeongguk licks his cheek in response, “A good alpha doesn’t leave his pup unattended.”

“I wouldn’t say he is unattended, Hyung,” Jeongguk feels a finger brush around his fluttery rim, he flinches at the sudden contact but Namjoon keeps him steady by the waist, “You should see how his hole is gaping no matter how much he tries to keep it closed, poor baby doesn’t want it to drop out.”

Jeongguk’s eyes fill up with tears at the humiliating words, but his cock is so hard and his belly is burning up so he can only spread his legs wider, closing his eyes as he lets his forehead rest over the omega’s. 

“Don’t let it leak out, Namjoon-ah,” the words are demanding, contrary to the palm that’s caressing his cheek softly, “Do your fucking job, you’re just proving me right.”

Yoongi slides his tongue over his limp mouth that’s hanging heavy, panting already as Namjoon aligns the tip to his entrance that stretches even wider around his girth, forcing his rim to open up just for his tip. 

Jeongguk can feel everything, from the pair of hands that cling to him like a lifeline to the fluids tingling his insides as they start to drip back into his hole, pressed by Namjoon’s cock that’s just half buried on his hole that already feels full to the brim.  

“Don’t bite it off, cry all you want baby,” Jeongguk opens his eyes to look back at him, uncaging his underlip from the grip of his teeth, “Is he stretching you good?”

His throat babbles for an answer but Namjoon steals the words out of him as he bottoms out, using Yoongi’s fluids as lube which only makes him feel filthier, more turned on as the tip of his cock brushes against Yoongi’s belly, hard and leaky as he gets dizzily full for the second time in a few minutes. 

His body feels like it’s about to burst, everytime Namjoon fucks him is the same thing; it doesn’t matter how many years pass, it always seems like it’s breaking his body in half.

“No other cock can stretch you like this, right baby?” 

“Fuck me already,” he snaps, Yoongi’s scent spikes up in hunger at his brattiness. “Show me how angry you are at me, alpha.”

That earns him a slap that almost makes him crumble over the omega, the last threads of his sanity vanishing away at the roughness in which Namjoon starts to thrust into him, his body moving to his rhythm.

There’s two fingers sneaking into his open mouth and Jeongguk smiles around them, sucking his cheeks as he moans around the digits, his whimpers getting caged against them. As soon as his mouth gets empty he latches his lips to Yoongi’s, movements erratic and desperate as he tries to keep himself steady.

Tears start to roll down his cheek as his cock tingles in desperation, his entire body is aching for more, still incomplete.

“Let me wet my cock,” he demands in urgency, brushing his nose against Yoongi’s, “Please Hyung, please.”

Yoongi spreads his legs wider, his hand going straight to Jeongguk’s hard on. The touch makes him fuck onto his hand but Namjoon’s cock chases him, his brain glitching as the tip brushes his prostate. 

Jeongguk hasn’t felt this good in years, he doesn’t remember the last time he was in between them two but it almost feels like the first, when Jeongguk was such a young pup that he couldn’t keep his eyes open as he was getting touched, the shame taking over his entire body at feeling so dirty (and liking it so much, that was the actual problem, that Jeongguk couldn’t fucking keep his cock from getting hard in random places for two weeks straight, he had to start tucking himself too afraid that someone would notice it and point it out).

That shame isn’t there anymore, and the traces that are left he turns them into a heavy desire that just lights a pyre on his loins. 

He loves everything they want to give to him, he loves the praise and the humiliation, maybe not equally, but the actual engine of his instincts is just urging desperately for whatever they want to give him, whatever they want to take to.

“Wanna fuck my omega, pup?” Namjoon grunts, Jeongguk can almost sense the floor trembling under them.

Namjoon’s hand grips from the hair on his nape as Yoongi angles his cock against his entrance. The omega keeps focused on his task, not even glancing at their alpha’s words; he tries to reach his neck and fuck into him but his alpha stops him by pulling the hair, burning his cock so deep that Jeongguk bottoms out inside Yoongi that takes him in so easily even through the velvety tightness.

Yoongi’s grip tightens up on his shoulder, his fingers digging into the skin so hard it’s probably going to leave marks. 

“Answer me,” Namjoon pulls from his hair, when he looks down at the omega he has his eyes closed, the tip of his tongue showing against his lips. “Who’s omega is this?”

He looks drunk, so gone with his flushed cheeks and heavy panting, Jeongguk knows that his cock was just the last drop to break down the flood. 

It’s almost palpable, the bliss that’s filling him at finally getting what he has been wanting so much, the attention he has been craving just to reconfirm the power that he holds over all of them.

If Yoongi wanted to open his mouth to shut Namjoon off he could do it in an instant, he could easily shake it off but he is choosing not to, he is letting his guard down and Jeongguk would be too selfish to do anything to take him out of his trance. 

Maybe Yoongi is enjoying it too, maybe he doesn’t say anything because he likes to hear the way Namjoon is degrading him, the way Jeongguk’s scent gets just so rippingly sweet at being ruthlessly used.  

The thought turns him on even more, he takes a deep breath as he fights his body to take himself off the edge once again, he has to make it last longer for Yoongi, he wants to give him his knot, he can’t cum so fast like a needy mindless dog.

“I said answer me, pup, or I’ll stop fucking you,” it’s whispered on his neck, Namjoon’s cock buried deep inside him and keeping him caged inside Yoongi too.

“Mine,” Jeongguk cries, but Namjoon clicks his tongue, “He is mine.”

“Try again,” it’s so lusty and wicked that it has his throat ripping an involuntary moan, his belly constricting as the words numb his tongue and send him a shock of disgust and burning humiliation that just turns him even more hungry. “Do I have to ask again?”

“No!” His voice is broken, he desperately searches for Yoongi’s stare but his eyes don’t flutter open, his fingers just grip tighter when Namjoon thrusts even harder.

“I will ask one more time, and if you don’t answer I’ll pull out and you won’t get my knot ever again,” his breath itches at the threat, Namjoon’s words tingling under his skin, “Who’s omega is this?”

A sob breaks out in the room and Namjoon starts to pull out slowly, he tries to push his hips back but the alpha stops him.

“He is yours! He is yours! Fuck, please don’t stop fucking me,” He throws up the words, closing his eyes as Yoongi’s breath catches, he can feel him snapping back to reality as he clenches around his cock so sinfully it makes Jeongguk cry harder. Yoongi loves this too, he loves seeing how far he can get just to please all of them, “He is yours alpha.”

He tries moving once again, too desperate to keep himself still as he is stretched and wet and so full that he could pass out right there. He wants to ask them to keep going if that happens, but his mouth feels too heavy to keep speaking, his last words still burning up his skin.

“See, pup? It is not that difficult to behave.” 

Namjoon pulls out, leaving just the tip adjusted on his entrance and as much as Jeongguk tries to prepare himself for it, the force that the alpha starts fucking him with turns his bones into dust. He tries hard not to let his limp weight fall too hard over Yoongi but he fails in doing so, his cock buring so deep that it has the omega grunting in surprise.

Jeongguk tries to find Yoongi’s face but the alpha is faster than him, seeing his intentions he presses his palm against his temple, keeping him caged as he watches Yoongi’s fucked out expression from up close.

“Hyungie,” he cries, trying to bring his attention back. “Omega, please,” he whispers, and at that Yoongi looks back at him but his gaze seems lost still.

“Tell him you’re mine now, tell him who you belong to,” Namjoon keeps pushing and Jeongguk feels at the verge of breaking down.

He fights against every instinct that wants to please his alpha, he won’t exchange that for Yoongi’s disappointment even if that means Namjoon will stop fucking him. 

“No,” he spits, his tongue feels numb, “I won’t, I’m sorry.”

The distress in his scent must alarm them both because all of a sudden Namjoon’s hand loosens its force to slide down gently to his lower back. Yoongi snaps back too, his eyes filling with pride as he attacks his wet cheeks, cleaning the tears that are turning his face swollen. 

A sob breaks out from his lips at the gentle touch, which only makes them more rushed to sooth him.

“‘s okay, baby, you’re still my puppy, you’ll always be,” Yoongi’s words are charged in lust and sincerity, “You don’t have to worry about anything. I know you’re mine.”

“I am,” his tone is watery, but the distress slightly starts to vanish as the omega starts to brush his nose into his scent gland, wrapping him in his refreshing fragrance that has his wolf easing down.

Jeongguk feels about to burst down. He doesn’t even know what it is that he needs anymore, he just wants everything. 

He just doesn’t want to let go of them.

“Such a baby,” Namjoon’s voice is softer now, as if trying to remind him that he’s still there, yet the snarkiness doesn’t go away, “Is Hyung taking it too far? You need me to be softer with you?” Jeongguk shakes his head slightly, he loves it when his alpha gets so mean with words, when his thrusts are hard and his hands are firm over his body; it doesn’t happen that often, they are more on the sweet side, but there’s something about Namjoon turning so sadistic and filthy and just insatiable for power. “Of course not, you love it. You would take anything your Hyungs give you, such an obedient puppy slut,” the last words are curled with an inch of wickedness that makes his lower belly cramp as he leaks inside Yoongi’s hole, clenching around his length selling himself out, “Who would have imagined you have cuckold fantasies, Jeongguk-ie you’re something else, pup. What are you gonna do when I fuck him, mhm? Are you gonna cry while you masturbate?”

A pathetic whimper flows out his mouth, he probably will, the thought alone has his hips thrusting involuntarily, his cock getting wetter. 

“Joon-ah,” Yoongi snarks, but he seems to be enjoying it too much to be stern enough. “You won’t fuck me at all if you can’t knot him first.”

“Why so rushed, Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice has a smirk tainting it on the edges, Jeongguk wishes he could erase it with his mouth.

Jeongguk can sense his knot is getting slightly bigger, he can sense Namjoon’s one enlarging at a slower pace too, his walls starting to hurt at the stretch but his mind is too numb to even care; his cock too hard to let him think about anything else.

“You can talk dirty to him all you want, but he’s still mine,” Jeongguk softens at that, he scents his omega’s neck back as he moves his hip against Namjoon’s cock, who cages him just with one hand, “Come on, fuck him good, I’m starting to lose my patience here.”

There’s a harsh spank on his asschek and he screeches in surprise; he hasn’t even done anything, but he is getting the punishment for both of them. 

Jeongguk can’t even fuck Yoongi properly, but Namjoon does all the work for him as he starts ramming into him violently, his useless cock moving just by the force of the alpha’s thrusts. 

It’s pathetic, the way Namjoon is practically fucking both of them, but it only serves to push him further over the edge.

He bites onto Yoongi’s neck as Namjoon’s knot is starting to stretch him in ways that Jeongguk doesn’t think are humanly possible, his eyes roll to the back of his skull as he pops his own knot unannounced with the pain dizzying his brain up. 

His limbs twitch in a fuss that only pushes Namjoon to accelerate his peace even more, fucking into his overstimulated, ripped hole that’s burning him down with the abusive stretch. 

His seed is still pumping inside Yoongi’s hole as he cries and stirrs and convulses, his teeth baring but barely doing anything as they rasp over the omega’s skin clumsily, his body too disarmed to respond.

The tears are cascading roughly once again through his flushed, swollen cheeks. He doesn’t even know where the nerves of his limbs end, it feels as if the sheets were disintegrating under his tight grip; he wishes he had the strength to move his arms and ground himself with the omega’s skin.

But he is too weak, there’s no way he can overpower this feeling and he wouldn’t want to either; he just wants to succumb under them both, he doesn’t mind being a limp body to use, as long as they can take what they want from him. 

The sounds that come out of his mouth sound more broken every second as Namjoon keeps getting bigger, he feels so ripped open that the pain shoots a coercive acuteness along his spine that nubs his brain out, his body and soul completely surrendered to their dominance.

“That’s it baby, take it, fucking take my knot,” Namjoon’s voice is throaty and the most alpha like than he has heard in a long time, “A real one.”

That’s what pushes Yoongi to the edge, the omega bites his neck with his canines almost breaking the skin but he doesn’t put that much force onto it; and Jeongguk is as glad as his wolf feels disappointed about it. The feeling just lasts for a second, his brain is too busy trying to handle the pain.

“Fuck you,” Yoongi grunts, still spilling in between their bodies, but his words aren’t heavy, Jeongguk can hear an edge of embarrassment and his alpha aches to appease it, but there’s not an ounce of strength to respond to it. 

When Namjoon spills inside him, Jeongguk is sure he passes out for a few seconds, limbs finally going lax after spasming for too long. His knot gets so big that the pain just turns almost unbearable so his brain shuts off in response to it, his body is too spent for him not to notice the stretch that’s probably going to hurt for weeks; they always made sure to knot him while Jeongguk was still hard so he could at least distract himself with his own heat. 

It will probably take him time to admit that he kind of likes it better like this, he likes how his head feels so hazy, his chest so fuzzy that he doesn’t feel like he has any type of connection with his body anymore as everything around him blurs, just the mix of their scents that are clouding the atmosphere gets under his skin, gentle brushes on his back try to take him back to earth. 

“Baby?” Yoongi’s voice sounds panicked for a second, Jeongguk wants to tell him he is fine but the words get stuck on his throat so he whines instead, “Are you okay?”

“Alpha,” he mumbles, he doesn’t even remember what he should say..

“Me?” The omega’s voice sounds dubitative, Jeongguk wants to tell him how adoringly cute he is, he aches to be able to open his eyes to see how pink he turns, but the thought floats away.

“Yeah, you, my alpha,” the words come out in a sigh, he feels Namjoon’s weight rest carefully over him, moving as gently as possible not to propagate the sting. The alpha’s fingers slide along Jeongguk’s limp arms until he covers his hands too, tangling them together. “Thank you.”

Being caged in between the both of them has him exhaling in comfort, nose hiding into Yoongi’s jaw. Even when the pain is still dozing him off, having his throbbing knot inside Yoongi while being torn apart is a feeling he is afraid to get addicted to.

“Don’t be silly,” Yoongi whispers and he giggles in response. That seems to calm both their mates because their scent softens at the same time, “We should thank you for being such a complacent pup, you’re a dream baby.”

“He is right,” Namjoon adds, his voice vibrating on his nape. Jeongguk feels so caged and so loved, “You’re the best, baby. But don’t tell the others I said so they are going to kill me.”

The pain has subsided a little, is still there sending slight punctures through his spine, but it’s bearable, their praises working as the perfect distraction as his body starts to easily get used to the intrusion.

“I’m so telling them,” his tone is groggy and his words are dragged, he tries to flutter his eyes open but his eyelids are still too heavy, “Especially Tae, he will ask for your head.”

“You just need to tell me if you want me to treat you roughly, don’t need to misbehave,” Namjoon jokes, ripping a snort out of him. He hears the sound of a mild slap that’s pressed over Namjoon’s bicep, he can feel the vibration of it over his own muscle that’s trapped and limp under his, “What?! I’m just saying!”

“Don’t just say anything! Fucking think for a second! Such a brainless alpha, for fuck’s sake,” Yoongi sounds equally irritated and endeared by Namjoon’s brutality, “He just took your huge knot stop dirty talking for a second!”

“But he loves it!” 

Jeongguk can see Yoongi roll his eyes at him, there’s something on his insides that blooms as they speak about him as if he wasn’t the link tying them together now.

“Of course he does, you're an expert with that dirty mouth of yours, you perv.” His chest rumbles, pleased as his omega snaps back to their alpha’s neck to protect his honour; is not like he needs it, yet it makes him feel so warm, “But keep it to yourself for five minutes please, read a thing or two about after care.”

“Hyung!” Namjoon’s tone is bathed in disbelief, “God why are you so—”

“Stop!” It shuts them off instantly, the hands over his body tightening. He doesn’t know where he gets the strength, but he knows how infinite the bickering could get between them too, “Shut up and kiss me, wherever, I don’t care, just shut up for a second and focus on me. Please.”

None of them say anything else, mouths latching to his shoulder and up his neck, fingertips brushing up his forearm and down his ribs. Now that his senses are coming back slowly he can feel how his blood is boiling with the heat, his cock still hard with his knot buried deep inside the omega that’s busy with the sensitive skin under his ear, lapping and teething and humming in satisfaction when Jeongguk shivers lightly under them.

A sigh of content quivers on his lips as he lets himself get drunk on their embrace, his chest starts trembling with his loud purring and Namjoon chuckles lightly, but it’s so soft that feeling his alpha’s evident please too just makes it deeper. 

“So it wasn’t a myth,” Namjoon mumbles in between kisses, “Fuck you feel so good, puppy. We have to do this more often.”

“This is what I was trying to tell you,” Yoongi points out, but there’s no malice in his words, just pure pleasure as he keeps scratching his head to keep him going. “He really is such an omega, isn’t he? He just wants to be pampered.”

As much as the high of his rush takes him to sinful places, Yoongi is right, as always. It doesn’t come as a surprise for him, but Jeongguk doesn’t think he will ever stop feeling lighter at being so easily understood by his mate.

“Sorry if I was too harsh,” Namjoon mutters, his voice turning lower, his tongue flickers on the curve of his neck. 

“‘s okay, I like that too, alpha,” he reassures, lightly stretching his head for him, “I like everything that comes from you.”

Yoongi nudges his jaw with his nose, Jeongguk can sense how his omega is trying to fight for his attention too, his scent trying to take over them both with its acidic sweetness that burns on his tongue, rushing dopamine to his head.

“But you love this,” it’s raspy and definitive yet so delicate. 

“I do,” he sighs, fluttering his eyes open. His vision is slightly blurry, but he can see the way Yoongi’s eyes soften down as their stares meet, his cheeks are rosy with the heat and Jeongguk doesn’t think he has ever looked more beautiful, “I love being yours like this.”

“So you deem me worthy of sharing my knot, then?” 

The alpha’s tone is playful, not exactly teasing though, and Jeongguk would love to be strong enough to fight him just a little bit, but Namjoon’s words rumble into his nape and send a shiver down his spine; the ache to please is just too great for him to do it.

And to be honest, he would love to see it too. Even if it’s going to turn him desperate again, he wants to chase that feeling for as long as he can. 

“Just don’t take him from me after, alpha,” he begs, hands clutching again to the sheets, “let me stay with him, please.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, baby. I wouldn’t rip such a beautiful omega from his alpha,” his words melt their bones, Jeongguk hums in pleasure as Yoongi’s teeth nibble over his mark.

“Even if he wanted to, I wouldn’t let him either,” Yoongi whispers into his ear, “You’re mine, puppy. He can’t do anything about it.”

“You’re mine too,” it’s almost timid, afraid that his previous lusty words can get back to bite him.

“I am baby,” Jeongguk purrs harder, Yoongi’s hands clasp to his waist tightly, “Our alpha knows too, he just really loves to make you suffer.”

Namjoon’s knot has subsided lightly, but Jeongguk can still feel his swollen and hard, his cock still pulsating inside Yoongi’s hole almost as if he didn’t get his release. 

They keep kissing him in every inch of skin they can find, Namjoon’s mouth is wet and languid, while Yoongi nibbles over his skin, his teeth digging harder in places that Jeongguk can easily hide. 

When Namjoon starts to pull out Jeongguk clenches trying to keep him still, but the alpha doesn’t pay no mind to his reaction, he lets Yoongi shut his whimper with his mouth as the weight over his sweaty back disappears, the sudden breeze making him flinch. 

A shocked gasp gets stuck over Yoongi’s tongue as he feels the alpha’s fingers spreading his cheeks. It tickles as his hole leaks mercilessly, the fluids dripping down to where he is still attached to the omega who bites from his lips as his mind makes the connection.

“Hyung you have to ask him to let you see his hole later,” the words rip a pitiful sound out of his mouth, “I’ve never seen something like this.”

Namjoon’s tongue laps around it and the scream Jeongguk lets out isn’t even muffled by Yoongi’s mouth anymore, echoing into the damp walls as he pushes his hips down in response, ripping a gasp from the omega. But there’s nowhere to escape from the hungry mouth that keeps lapping shamelessly, the heavy wetness on his tongue pulls everything back to its place. 

It’s impossible to contain, even when he fights to keep their seeds in, they flow out as soon as Namjoon pushes them back in; but he doesn’t give in, his tongue keeps messily drinking every drop to spit it all back inside his gaping hole. 

At this point, he is afraid his knot isn’t ever going to subside. 

Namjoon spits one more time, just his saliva dripping heavily down his crack and sliding with the other fluids that are warming his insides, tainting him with sins and filth that he doesn’t ever want to let go.

“We have to buy our puppy a buttplug,” Namjoon grumbles into his inner thigh, forcing his legs closed so everything stays put as much as possible.

“Second drawer,” Yoongi answers against his lips, Jeongguk can feel the dirty smile as he licks along it, “Take the pink one, he likes it better.”

He does, it’s the biggest one but he hasn’t taken it in years; he didn’t even know Yoongi had taken them here with him.

When Namjoon rushes out of the nest Yoongi slides his fingers through his hair, pushing his head up so they are staring at each other. 

His crescent moon eyes are so fond that it makes  Jeongguk want to cry again.

“You don’t wanna let me go, don’t you?” His words are huffed in a smile. “Your knot is still so big, pup. You’re going to double Namjoon’s time at this point.”

“That’s because I’m saving something for you too, Hyung,” Namjoon is back in between his legs, spreading them wide once again without notice. His breath itches as the alpha smears the tip of the toy with the leaking fluids, “I’m glad our pup is stretching you well for me.”

He is not careful as Yoongi usually is when he pushes the plug in, sending it straight past his rim that shows no opposition to the intrusion, fluttering hungry as his cock spasm, his mouth parting open in numbing pleasure.

Namjoon doesn’t hover over them this time, just laying by their side with one palm over his lower back, pressing tight enough for Jeongguk to stop rocking his hips; he doesn't even notice what he is doing until he gets caged.

“You had your turn already, pup,” Namjoon rasps right over his ear, “Don’t be so greedy, mhm? I’m sure you’ll get even more after you let me knot him too.”

“Will I?” His question is breathy, bordering on despair.

Yoongi pecks the pout on his lips, the curve of his eyes getting narrower, his hand sliding to the back of his ear to scratch lightly. Jeongguk shivers, his body is so warm, his brain is just merciless to the waves of disarming pleasure.

“You’ll get everything you want, baby,” the answer is hushed to his lips, Jeongguk’s breath itches as he drinks it, his body relaxing as Namjoon curls his fingers up his spine, “Is not that I’m complaining, I could be here all day, but the sooner you let this knothead alpha do his job the sooner you’ll get my cock again.”

Jeongguk clenches around the plug, sighing into Yoongi’s lips as their mouths collide in a disarming force, even through languid movements that stretch out when their tongues add up to the mix. His knot starts to subside, the words injecting on his bloodstream as an opioid that sends a signal to his brain to follow his mate’s command. 

And sooner than he expected he is pulling out, his still-too-hard cock pressed in between his damp folds that he fucks lightly with the remains of his cum, tongue still buried deep inside his mouth. 

There’s a part of him that knows he should let go now, that wants to watch everything unfold, but at the same time his body doesn’t respond to his rationality, the instincts acting up to keep the omega close, mine . His, echoes back in his turbulent core that’s blooming in instincts, my omega, my alpha . 

He takes a deep breath to battle his wolf that’s on edge, fighting to claim and begging to be claimed more than anything else. But he has to let it go, so with the last ounce of rationality he shoves it down for a moment. Every muscle of his body tenses, his teeth dig harder than they should into Yoongi’s mouth before he pushes away in a fast movement, knowing that if he keeps taking it slow there’s no way his instincts won’t come back to stay.

So he lets his back fall into the mattress as he pants, the plug pushes deeper at his reckless move and his legs bolt, ripping a moan from his throat and he doesn't even feel ashamed as his cock leaks hard over his abdomen; in fact he is a little bit proud of it, he knows Yoongi is too.

Namjoon doesn’t waste a second to lay over Yoongi and attack his lips with a hunger that leaves Jeongguk breathless on his spot. 

The omega’s body disappears under his muscles which almost makes him whine, but his mind is too focused in their chemistry, in the way Yoongi fights to push his body up to meet him, rough and desperate too; they are both starving, and Jeongguk is starting to feel hungry again as well. In reality, he doesn’t think he ever stopped being hungry at all.

He latches onto Yoongi's arm that’s lying next to him, as if trying to keep a little piece of him with Jeongguk still. And he takes it, because he craves for his attention, his chest purrs at being acknowledged. 

Locks falling over the omega's shoulder, he lets his head rest into his bicep, just watching their bodies sticking together with a force that seems inseparable, but there’s something in their scents that eases his worries down, as if they were trying to mix together to intoxicate him and lure him to a half conscious state.

He is pretty sure that the plug is doing wonders to his brain too, keeping him stretched and full of their cum, imprinted with their scents. That’s probably the only reason he is not crying right now, that he isn’t selfishly desperate to beg for more.

It’s just because of the moan that gets shut into their mouths that he realizes Namjoon has already pulled inside him, no warning, no previous dirty talk; there’s nothing that can take his focus out of the omega.

His hips move mercilessly and Jeongguk’s body jumps as well with the movements, his cock leaking in abandonment as he is too transfixed in them, in the way Yoongi is barely visible under the honeyed skin, Namjoon’s muscles flexing an inch away from his eyes, his mouth drools with the need to lick the sweat that’s dripping from it.

“Let puppy see,” Yoongi grunts, it’s barely audible but Jeongguk’s attention is so focused on them that he would be able to catch anything, even the most delicate sigh.

“You just can’t stop thinking about him, even when I’m fucking you?” Namjoon’s voice is raspy and so low in its arousal that it’s barely audible, but he sounds more entertained than anything, “You’re really clingy too, Yoongi-Hyung. We should stop pretending Jeongguk-ie is the only needy pup here.”

Yoongi’s underlip jiggles when Namjoon lets him go, pushing his chest up to start fucking him on his knees.

Jeongguk looks in awe at his huge girth disappearing inside him, but suddenly there’s a hand on his waist that’s pulling him closer, his face falling into Yoongi’s chest in direct view of everything .

The pool of drool is falling over Yoongi’s chest now but he doesn’t care, his mind transfixed by the image; it tingles, it burns, he can feel his body starting to lose control again as he falls into the pit of greed. 

Yoongi’s cock is bouncing too close to his face, so pink and hard it has his mouth tingling as he watches the precum leak over the already shiny skin, Namjoon’s length that’s wet and sticky, a white ring on the base that can only be his cum. 

He feels dizzy and desperate, his entire body fuzzing with need, mouth tingling and his cock spasming at the sinful image that engraves on his brain. 

Jeongguk doesn’t realize when Yoongi’s hand latches to his hair, but the moment he starts to scratch him lightly and keeps himself steady from him as the thrusts go deeper, Jeongguk’s hips start to rut even harder, his tongue peaking out his lips in the wish that the movements would bring the flushed, shiny tip of his cock into his mouth.

“Like the view, pup?” Namjoon teases, he looks devilish with his dragon eyes lighting up the room, plump lips coated in spit, “We should call all the alphas so you can see Yoongi take all of our knots.”

Jeongguk just looks up at him, his words just send tingles to his cock, his brain isn’t even capable of processing them properly anymore, he just feels too hot and dizzy. Almost feverish, he realizes as he becomes too aware of the thick layer of sweat over his skin, of the way his temples pulsate, on the way his wolf stirrs on his insides.

But he is on suppressants, so he shouldn’t be having pre rut symptoms except that—

Maybe he has forgotten to take them for the past few days.

“Can I suck him off, alpha?” His words are pitchy and curled with cutesy on the edges, almost innocent in his wild haze, “Please?”

He can worry about the intense heat later, he just wants to feel the weight of Yoongi’s cock over his tongue now.

“Be my guest, baby. I would love to see it from this point of view.”

The hand on his hair scratches him harder as he smoothly starts to slow down, the tip of Yoongi’s cock tipping his mouth with Namjoon’s thrusts making him mewel at the sweet taste. He takes the base into his hand to keep it steady, a kittenish lap on his tip makes Yoongi’s chest vibrate in pleasure, the precum tainting his taste buds.

His cock spasms against his side but Jeongguk doesn’t pay attention to it, he just wants to focus on his mate’s pleasure now, that’s enough to keep him distracted. So he engulfs him until his mouth touches his fingers, the tip of his cock brushing his throat every time Namjoon fucks into him. He looks up, finding the dragon eyes already over him, a predatory smile taking over his features. 

“Such a pretty slutty puppy,” Namjoon grunts and Jeongguk whines at the humiliating praise, hollowing his cheeks harder as he bats his eyes slowly, “Fuck, you’re just perfect to ruin.”

Yoongi is close, he can feel it on the way his cock pulsates hard against his cheeks, the precum is thicker and more sweet as it paints him from the inside and Jeongguk is determined to swallow every drop of it. So he starts to bob his head faster, it’s sloppy and the fluids start to mix, drooling from his commissures as his mouth over-salivates, his throat making a rhythmic gagging sound that matches Yoongi’s constant moans. 

The omega tugs his hair in warning but Jeongguk doesn’t budge from his place, he makes his movements even faster, stickiness dripping out his mouth adding to the symphony of sinful sounds that echo into the walls to inject harsher into his already adulterated blood.

When Yoongi spills into his throat Jeongguk lets his entire body go lax, relaxing his throat as much as possible to let it ram into him with the force of Namjoon’s thrusts, every inch of his girth vibrating through the orgasm. His throat swallows at every drop, suckling from his cock as if it was a pacifier. He doesn’t stop, not even when it gets limp inside his mouth, when Namjoon’s thrusts are starting to get sloppier in his own desperation.

A tug from his hair takes him off his trance and Jeongguk mewls, attaching harder to it sending a wave of overstimulation to Yoongi’s worn body. The pull starts to drag him out of his cock but he doesn’t let go that easily, lips tightly wrapped around the shaft, vacuuming every drop that’s dampening it on the way. 

He pecks the flushed tip before his lips get ripped out from it completely, and when he turns his head around lazily he finds Yoongi’s crescent moons heavy over him, he looks relaxed and fresh and so hazed up, glistening mouth parted open as Namjoon’s knot starts to stretch him even wider.

He doesn’t know where he gets the strength to move, but he slides up until his face is lined up with the omega’s, his body flushed to his side, hard-leaking cock trapped against his hip and ribcage. 

As an instinctual act, he starts to rub himself into his omega’s body once again. He tries to kiss him, but both their mouths are useless as their lips brush and their teeth clash, his pitchy moans mixing with the heavy panting that he suppresses by biting Yoongi’s underlip as Namjoon’s grunt fills up the space with a power that almost takes him to the edge too.

“Touch me,” he cries, still rutting his hips desperately, aching for another release to ease his feverish body. “Please, please, touch me Hyung.”

He is expecting a hand on his cock, but Yoongi’s hand grips him from his inner thigh to slide it across his belly before sneaking to his hole, gripping the base of the plug to press it deeper inside him. 

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighs, one of his hands keeping him steady by his leg as Yoongi’s fingers keep fucking the plug into his hole hallucinatingly slow, “Fuck your omega, Hyung, remind him what he is made for.”

He bolts at the heavy words, feeling so dirty and full and ripped open, so dutiful about being stuffed full, keeping himself stretched just for them. Impregnated with them.

Jeongguk spills just like that, like a filthy pet that’s molded by their adoration, made to adjust himself to his needs. 

His body convulses through the climax, white spurts painting over Yoongi’s chest and his load is still so thick and heavy that he can smell it marking the omega up, taking over the air to wash their scents in his fluffy pleasure that turns him lax once again.

“That’s it puppy,” Yoongi’s tone is raspy and breathy over his open mouth, his fingers dragging the plug as if he was trying to push it out before pressing it back inside again to stimulate him through the end of his rush. He whimpers, hands clutching to his chest as his tongue laps lazily all over Yoongi’s face, starting from his chin to finally lap inside his open mouth that greets him with a chuckle.

“Fuck, he is still hard,” Namjoon notices, Jeongguk just presses flusher over the omega to hide his still pulsating cock.

“Maybe you’ll get to see a fourth,” Yoongi’s words echo inside his skull but they don’t really settle inside his brain that’s just too dizzy, lightheaded still, his blood about to boil under his skin. 

Namjoon gently moves his leg to the side to tower over them, shuffling right next to Jeongguk with a hand around his waist to keep him locked next to them. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Namjoon’s question is unveiled, ripped from the edging desire that was hunting him, “I don’t wanna leave yet.”

“Well you can’t leave yet,” Yoongi’s words are whispered in between their heads that are hidden into his neck, “You’re trapped inside me.”

“Will be for a while,” Namjoon mumbles, Jeongguk doesn’t have to look at him to know the satisfied grin, he can hear it in his tone, “So is that a yes?”

“What do you say, puppy?” Yoongi’s voice is a shush, just made for him.

 A hand scratches behind his ear, making him purr in response.

“Only if I can be in the middle,” Jeongguk can hear his pitch vibrate in need, his chest buzzing at the prospect.

“That sounds like a perfect deal for me,” Namjoon’s tone is as lusty as the hand on his waist that tightens, “needy pup, just want your alphas to hold you, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against Yoongi’s cheek, “just want you close.”

“Baby,” Jeongguk hums in response, mouth latching wet and superficial over the crook of his neck as Yoongi fixes his messy hair, failing terribly, “Why don’t you go find some of your stuff to add to the nest?”

Jeongguk feels torn, he looks up with excitement yet he doesn’t want to leave their side. He feels too sensitive, and Namjoon is right, he is just a needy pup. But his wolf is on edge, battling all the rationality he has on his bones, battling with himself in urges that collide in a clashing fight.

“What is it?” Yoongi pushes as his scent gives him away, Jeongguk whimpers at the betrayal of his own body.

“Don’t wanna leave your side,” his tone is pouty, there’s a tug inside his body that’s telling him to run, to go find the things for his nest and prove himself as an omega, but at the same time his alpha is struggling to unlatch, afraid that he will be gone if he simply bats an eye.

“Jeongguk-ah,” Namjoon’s hand moves to his lower back, soothing his muscles with gentle rubs. Jeongguk relaxes under the touch, humming pleasantly, “We won’t go anywhere, honey. I promise you, Hyung is yours too.”

Jeongguk lights up at that, his body bolting in excitement to sit over his ankles, knees getting sticky as they brush the side of Yoongi’s chest. 

His heart is thumbing hard, ringing in his ears as his hands fist over Yoongi’s bicep. 

He can almost feel his imaginary tail wagging, his chest rumbles with joy that’s too intoxicating to his brain.

Maybe he is making a bigger fuzz that it’s needed, their alpha has never been anything but kind and protective, except maybe when he is ramming inside Jeongguk. But this type of reassurance, he knows how hard it is for a territorial wolf to share.

“Thank you, alpha,” his grin is almost cramping the muscles of his face, but he doesn’t care, he can barely feel his body through the rush of oxytocin. Namjoon smiles at him, dimples and all, and Jeongguk can’t help but lean over to press their lips into a superficial yet intense kiss. 

“You’re welcome, baby,” Namjoon whispers over his mouth, “Anything for you.”

Jeongguk kisses him back again, it’s soft and soothing, there’s no territoriality over it, it’s just gratitude and tenderness and pure love. 

“Tsk,” Yoongi calls, making them both look at him. Jeongguk is once again all too aware of his hard cock sitting heavy against his thighs, “Don’t forget about me, puppy.”

Jeongguk gasps in feign scandal, ripping a chuckle from Yoongi that softens up his tingling core. 

“As if,” Jeongguk sighs, his eyelids heavy as he licks his underlip, his belly is a mess of warmth hunger that’s subsided by their softness that soothes the instincts down, “you know you’re my favorite, Hyung,” the omega lights up, his smirk mushing up on the edges, “But I actually love it when you get jealous, so don’t stop.”

The kiss is deep, languid and messy on the edges. Jeongguk wants Yoongi to understand how much all of this means, how grateful he is to have him so close; to be fortunate enough to be his baby. His eternal devoted puppy.

When Jeongguk pulls away he doesn’t feel as restless as he stumbles out of the nest, he takes one of Yoongi’s hoodies that covers him enough to leave the room in search of his things. 

There’s still a pull that makes him whimper as he steps into the cold hallways and it’s uncomfortable to move with the plug but he doesn’t care, that’s a price worth paying if it keeps him full and filled. 

He rushes through the desperation that it’s matched by his rationality and his wolf too, hoping he won’t be found by any of his mates because Jeongguk knows he reeks right now, Yoongi and Namjoon probably didn’t notice it because the scents in the room are all tangled together; he doesn’t know if the rest of his mates would be able to keep his hands off of him if they found him like that, running around the house almost naked, with his leaking pre rut cock desperate to be played with. He doesn’t know how much he has in him to fight in case they found him either. 

He takes a few empty clothing bags and starts to throw his clothes there without even noticing what he is picking, the only thing that he chooses consciously is the couple of pillows that he crams into another bag before fleeing out of the cold room.

When he is a few feet away from the room he starts to hear their mumbles, his steps getting slower until they stop on their track, focusing on his hearing as much as possible to make up the words.

“You should really thank him,” Yoongi’s timbre is so low, Jeongguk's knees get weak, “If I didn’t rip your throat it is because he talked me down.”

Jeongguk doesn’t even know what he is talking about, but his belly twists at the image of an enraged Yoongi jumping over Namjoon’s neck.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” Namjoon answers. And they sound so soft, their scents are so lovely that his eyes water up with the emotions, his chest rumbles and he fights to stop it, not wanting to be caught, “I hope you didn’t feel like you needed to hide it.”

“I wanted to hide it,” Yoongi states, “it’s selfish, I know, but I just wanted him to be mine.”

The tears are silent and thick, for a second he feels stupid for getting so emotional but then it brushes away. It’s Yoongi, it’s the light that keeps him going, the first breath of fresh air every morning, his omega, his alpha, everything Jeongguk wants and needs from this world, a perfect muse he wants to keep locked and protected and his . 

Jeongguk knows it is the same for him, he understands it in the way Yoongi touches him, in the way he understands without asking and he complies to his needs without having to say anything, he understands it in the soft words he whispers to him, he understands it in the way Yoongi stares at him with adoration, as if Jeongguk was almost ridiculous for loving him that much.

But hearing the words spoken to someone else, while he believes Jeongguk is not listening, it just has his heart leaping and threatening to destroy his ribcage to ashes.

“I always noticed you had a soft spot for him, but this possessiveness is new Hyung.”

“I just can’t help it,” he answers, it sounds as if he has given up on the idea, but Jeongguk glimmers at that, “I don’t know I just… I love to be around him. I need him to be around.”

“You can’t be without your beautiful omega, mhm?” Jeongguk can hear the smile on Namjoon’s voice, he can almost see the way Yoongi rolls his eyes at him with a fond smile. “Maybe you really are his alpha.”

“I’ll be whatever he wants me to be,” Yoongi says the words are if they were an absolute truth, something that’s unmovable, impossible to change as the blue taint over the sky and the fire that wraps around the sun, “He just… he is the perfect pup, isn’t he? He is so attentive and caring and lovely, I don’t even have to tell him anything, Namjoon-ah. It's like he can read my mind.”

Jeongguk’s cheeks are damp now, he wants to enter the room but his body is frozen, his chest is about to burst his body down to ashes that will float in Yoongi’s direction to impregnate into his soul. 

“Puppy?” Jeongguk knows that tone very well, it’s only reserved for him, “I can smell you, sweetheart. What are you waiting for? Are you spying on us?”

His tone sounds amused, but as soon as Jeongguk crosses the threshold and closes the door, both their jaws are clenched and their nostrils flaring. 

“Fuck, baby, your scent,” Namjoon grunts, closing his eyes shut as Jeongguk takes another step closer, his tingling legs pushing him to stumble to the nest.

He drops the contents of the bags messily over the edge of the nest, fidgeting restlessly as he tries to fold the clothes without victory; he sighs in frustration, frowning as he lays the messy cloth over Yoongi, not happy about the results. He is about to try and fix everything from scratch when a hand grips from his wrist, his scent gland blooming another wave of cloying puffiness to the air. 

He looks up from the grip of Yoongi’s hand to stare at him, his pupils are blown and he looks like he is containing his breath, as if he is trying hard to keep his sanity too.  

As he crawls back to the nest on his hands and knees, Yoongi presses his other hand over his forehead, his heart is thumbing on his wrist as Jeongguk wraps around it to keep it close.

“You have a fever, shit,” he whispers, Jeongguk lowers his hand to press a kiss to his palm, Yoongi cleans the tears away before wrapping his fingers around his jaw soothingly.

“Aren’t you taking your suppressants?” Namjoon’s question rips a guilty whimper out of his mouth.

He doesn’t want to disappoint them, but now it’s too late, now his chest vibrates with need and the cramps on his lower belly are starting to numb his vision.

“Sorry,” is everything he can blurt out in response, his body drops down onto the mattress and Yoongi’s chest that takes him by the waist with a firm grip, tilting his head to the side for Jeongguk to ease into his scent, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“Shh, don’t be sorry,” Yoongi soothes, his omega voice injecting on his brain like an opioid, “We are here to take care of you.”

“We are not mad at you, pup,” Namjoon mumbles, leaving a kiss on the crown of his head before pushing himself onto his knees, a hand over his thigh as he helps him slide over Yoongi’s body.

“I think it might be our fault,” Yoongi whispers, hand cupping his jaw as he lets Jeongguk latch onto it, sucking aimlessly just to feel his taste washing up his insides.

“Don’t feel guilty,” Namjoon assures, his hands roaming along his lower back in gentle motions. 

“I don’t,” Yoongi sighs, and all of a sudden his legs are wrapping around Jeongguk, the smell of his slick takes over his nostrils and he grunts, his cock desperate to get some friction again, “I’m actually very selfishly pleased, fuck I missed your ruts,” he sighs, too close to his ear.

Jeongguk doesn’t know what to do with his body that’s rutting aimlessly against Yoongi’s thigh, slipping to his damp folds and back into his cock, his brain too glitched to act properly.

“Please,” he begs, broken and needy, “please wanna wet my cock Hyungs please, please, please—”

Gladly, there’s a hand on his hips that stills him, one of them sliding to his girth that spasms at the sudden touch. Without warning there’s a warmth on his tip, his mind goes blank as he pushes his cock inside the velvety hole that tightens around him, welcoming as always, moist and sticky and so tight even after taking both their knots already.

“Fuck baby you’re even bigger now,” Yoongi whispers in awe, but Jeongguk barely registers the words as he pushes himself to his release, Namjoon’s hands guiding his thrusts to get deeper, to be less unrhythmic and it should be dizzingly humiliating but he just feels taken care off by their directing hands. “So easy to rile up, my needy puppy,” the clutch from Yoongi’s legs around his hips tighten, his chest grumbles but it mixes with a purr, “you smell so good, fuck so sweet baby.”

Jeongguk’s movements are a mess, the grumble in his chest is mixed with his pitchy moans every time his tip touches Yoongi’s cervix.

“That’s it baby,” Namjoon groans into his thigh, biting so hard from the tender skin that his legs shake on his sides. “What a good boy, fucking your omega full of pups.”

That has both of them shaking, the room is filled with the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, the heavy moans that echo into each other's skin. Jeongguk nibbles mindlessly over his jaw, to transfixed by the pressure on his cock and the stretch around his rim, meanwhile Yoongi’s mouth latches to his earlobe, pulling his head down with a tight grip that has his hips stalling for a second until Namjoon starts to help him again.

“Such a dirty puppy you are, baby,” Yoongi’s tongue brushes behind his ear, his words tingling on his eardrums, “You liked it so much that you got into heat.”

His knot pops, fast and unannounced as the words bathe him in. There’s a hand pressing from the end of the buttplug and his body falls limp, Namjoon’s hands still pressing his hips down to keep him grinding inside his omega.

The walls tighten to suck him in and Jeongguk sees black for a few seconds, his body is heaving and his cock is still so hard as it keeps pumping inside the omega, who kisses along his jaw and licks over his quivering lips. Jeongguk realizes just how much he is crying when Yoongi kisses the tears away, his hand rubbing gently along his side. 

“Baby, why are you crying?” Yoongi’s words are soothing, but Jeongguk can hear his arousal, he can smell it and he can feel it against his chest, but he can’t move, he feels too dazed and confused and his knot is still pouring inside Yoongi. “Does it still hurt?”

He aches to explain that nothing hurts when they are latched together, but the words seem too heavy and eloquent to give them a form. 

“‘m happy,” he mumbles, lips brushing the mark, “so happy to be yours.”

It’s strange, for an alpha, to ache to belong more than he wants to claim; but Jeongguk doesn’t care, it just feels too right for him to even bother. He just wants this, he just wants to be caressed and lulled and touched, to be theirs.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” Yoongi sighs, sounding almost frustrated as he pulls his earlobe with his fingers to rip him out a little bit of his subspace, when Jeongguk looks up at him his eyes are crystal with fondness and hunger, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Knot me, alpha,” Jeongguk whispers, sighing into his mouth, “Mark me, do whatever you want. Just don’t take your hands off of me.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, baby,” his tone is bathed in adoration, and Jeongguk’s chest starts purring in response, “As soon as your knot goes down I’m going to fill you up with my pups too, puppy.”

;

Jeongguk wakes up to the smell of citric and coffee tangled in the density of the room. 

His body is still sore and judging by the heaviness on his brain he guesses that he only was able to get a few couple of hours of sleep, giving that it was pretty much late when they finished with him; Jeongguk doesn’t even know if he is actually conscious of the passage of time, if he even slept at all during the night. 

At some point Namjoon had gone to fetch some leftovers from the kitchen after Yoongi had obliged him to do so, while the omega’s limp cock was still stuck inside him (because he begged and cried and wailed for it, and even if Yoongi was tired he just gives and gives and gives until Jeongguk can’t take anymore). 

They fed him from their fingers, pecking his lips after he swallowed every bite diligently. After that, Namjoon jumped over him once again and Jeongguk just took it, of course he did, so pliant and needy, so dipped in a subspace that has his heated body urging for cock as if his biology was playing a trick on him. 

Right now his cock is semi-hard, and when he rolls on the bed to lay over Yoongi he realizes that his ass is still full. He barely recoils anything of what happened, he just remembers how good it felt, how dirty and raw and rough it was, also how soft and intimate and sappy. He doesn’t even know how many times they fucked him, the only thing that he knows is that he has never taken as many orgasms. 

Yoongi’s voice echoes in his mind, his flaring scent that was blooming at his eagerness, the way his eyes were lost in arousal and pure bliss as Jeongguk deliriously humped, begged and cried around their girths.  

The last time Yoongi fucked him he was at the verge of unconciousness, laying on his side, his face hidden into Namjoon’s chest who was stroking his cock as Jeongguk’s breathy moans vibrate over him, fighting with his brain not to doze off until Yoongi is cumming inside him.

He doesn’t remember him pushing the plug inside, but his mate knows him better than he could ever know himself; he was able to anticipate what Jeongguk wanted, and what his wolf needed to be kept at bay. It was probably the thing that didn’t let his fever come back throughout the rest of the night.

Namjoon isn’t on the bed anymore, but he doesn’t have time to sulk because Yoongi is fluttering his eyes open as he shuffles closer to him.

Jeongguk wails, even if he is still very much sleepy and his mouth tingles equally with hunger and numbness. 

He is glad to be back on his senses, at least for a little, until his chest starts to enlarge and his blood starts to boil with the aching need of having Yoongi inside his skin and bones.

“Good morning, puppy,” his hoarse voice sends a shiver down his spine, his wolf trembling at the attention.

“Morning, Hyung,” he hums in content when Yoongi’s lazy fingers scratch his neck.

“Feeling better?” Jeongguk’s heart throbs, his core so warm with Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

“Yeah, a little bit,” he mumbles, his wolf is still appeased for the moment, still too sleepy and drained from the amount of orgasms forced out of him. “Thank you, Hyungie.”

Yoongi presses his lips to his forehead, leaving them hanging there for a few seconds.

“I don’t think it’s going to come back for at least a couple of hours,” he mumbles, and Jeongguk pouts at it; he doesn’t want to wait a couple of hours to have Yoongi again. 

“But I want you,” he whispers, earning himself a wet peck that he tries to deepen, but Yoongi pulls from his earlobe, a gentle reminder that he has to behave for him, that even if Yoongi is oh so gente and so soft and just so fucking good at seeing him , he is still very much in charge. Jeongguk wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You have me, I’m right here, not going anywhere,” Jeongguk can hear it too, the arousal that’s underlying the rationality. “But we should get some food first, you need to recover.”

A knock on the door fills the room and before none of them can say anything Jimin is coming in, hands filled with two baskets full to the brim with clothes and a couple of snacks over it. 

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, his focus going back to the mess around their nest, the clothes that he brought are dented and wrinkle right where he left them forgotten by his needs. His heart tugs at the image, it wasn’t supposed to look like that; it feels almost disrespectful to Yoongi.

“I brought a few things for you,” Jimin states, standing near the closed door. “Namjoon told us about the pup’s rut so I brought you this.”

His cheeks are flushed and Jeongguk doesn’t remember seeing Jimin so flustered in a while.

But once again, none of them has had a rut or a heat in almost ten years already.

Jeongguk is surprised he is not completely delirious once again, even if he feels the wolf starting to get restless and hungry it’s not explosive, not yet; he wonders how many orgasms they pushed out of him to be able to strip him out of his instincts for a great couple of hours.

He will have to ask that to Yoongi later, when they are alone and the omega can lure him to another one in the intimacy of their bond.

His body jumps over Yoongi’s, sitting on his knees and over his ankles at the edge of the bed. He pulls one of his hoodies into his arms and starts wrapping it carefully, even when his eyes are still pressed on Jimin, who’s floral scent is getting spicier on the edges.

Jimin gets closer, leaving the baskets on the floor and kneeling to take a snicker and opening it up carefully, moving the piece close to his mouth for him to take a bite as his other hand scratches the crown of his head. Jeongguk almost purrs, pushing closer to the touch as he closes his eyes with satisfaction, chewing the sweetness that dissolves in his tongue. 

He opens his mouth for more and Jimin smiles at him, feeding him the rest of the snack patiently before he kneels once again to take a piece of clothing from the basket. Is Jeongguk’s favorite hoodie that he didn’t even know was missing. 

“Jin said food is going to be ready in around an hour,” Jimin states, but his eyes dart behind him for a second before coming back. His eyes look so soft, his lips so plump and rosy, “I brought more of your clothes for your nest,” Jimin’s tone is quieter than usual, as if he didn’t want to cause a bigger mess, “There’s a couple of our things too, I brought them in another basket so the scents wouldn’t mix with yours.”

He takes the fabric into his hands and for a second he is about to turn around and put it over the omega’s body, but he doesn’t feel like covering him, even if it’s just to see him on his clothes. So he carefully folds it again, leaving it closer to Yoongi’s side just in case.

“Thank you, Jimin-ssi,” his voice is sweet, soft, nothing like an alpha in rut should sound like. 

He reaches his hand to him and Jimin takes it lightly, falling onto his knees on the side of the nest as Jeongguk pulls him, bursting in a mess of giggles that are contagious for his mates.

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, biting the side of his underlip with a complacent stare that Jeongguk could read from miles away, “next time you have to listen to me when I remind you of your pills, okay pup? It’s better to take them in the mornings.”

“I’m sorry!” He pouts, his chest defleating. He doesn’t want to be bad, he doesn’t want to disappoint any of them, “I’m so used to the shots—”

“Is okay, don’t worry right now,” Jimin interrupts him after glaring over his shoulders, Yoongi’s hand appears on his back, a possessive reminder that he is still there, that he is the one who has the last word over whatever he wants to do. “I didn’t mean to scold you now, pup. I just want you to be more careful.”

Yoongi’s scent flares around him, covering him in a veil of protection that has his wolf purring, the dizziness of the weariness and the heat that still threatens to burn bright inside his loins make it so much easier to get a reaction from him. 

Suddenly there’s another piece of chocolate brushing his lips, he sides eyes Yoongi who is looking at him with a dazed grin on his face, the tip of his tongue resting over his commissures. Jeongguk opens his mouth and waits for the food to get closer before biting, just closing his eyes for a second as he lets the sugary taste send a rush of dopamine to his head.

They don’t usually let him eat that much candy, he can’t stop once he starts and then he gets a stomach ache, but he appreciates that they are indulging him in it now. The last piece comes with Yoongi’s fingers that stay over his tongue for a few seconds before pulling them away. 

He doesn’t know how Yoongi does it, maybe with Jimin’s help, probably, but a few seconds later there’s a water bottle sticking to his lips. He drinks almost every drop of it, stopping to take a deep breath that gets stuck as he watches Yoongi’s throat move as he swallows the rest of the content. 

When Jeongguk looks back to the alpha Jimin seems to be a few inches closer, his knees brushing the pile of clothes as his hand grips tighter from his hold. 

“Good puppy, my best boy,” Yoongi mumbles over his ear, nuzzling the shell of it. Jimin’s pupils dilatate under Jeongguk’s stare as he watches them, as he catches the way Yoongi tangles around him to the point that Jeongguk makes himself tinier, relaxing under his grip aching to be crushed under his arms, “I think he is in the best moment to catch a rut, isn’t he?” Yoongi’s words are satisfied, so sweet he can almost taste victory. He hums in agreement, even if the words are not aimed at him. “We are handling our schedules so we don’t have to explain anything, plus it’s been years since any of us could have the time to go through one. It will be good for his body.”

Jeongguk gapes, he wants to say something, anything , but he doesn’t know what too say, too distracted by the way Yoongi’s fingertips brush near his navel, by the warmth of his breath hitting right over his scent gland, by the hard cock that’s threatening over his skin right over the waistband of his boxers.

He can sense it coming back again, the heat is starting to burn his groin slowly, his head titles against Yoongi’s shoulder to bare his neck at him. 

“You’re right,” Jimin says, Jeongguk can barely remember what they were talking about. 

“In fact, I think we should all drop them for a while, mhm?” Yoongi’s words take a few seconds to hit but he looks back searching for his stare through his hooded eyes. Yoongi lifts his brows at Jimin, licking his lips as he watches the hunger that arises in his eyes. 

“Hyung you could get pregnant,” it’s Jimin, oh so rational and such a good boy.

Jeongguk whimpers pitifully at the idea, please , he wants to beg, let me . The grumble on his chest doesn’t ease down, not even when Yoongi nibbles gently from his earlobe. 

“I’ll still have to take my birth control pills, silly,” his tone is cheery and relaxed and everything Jeongguk needs, “You’re lucky of your alpha privileges, you know? You just have to take one pill while I have to fill my body with hormones just so you don’t get me knocked up.”

Jeongguk’s cock jumps in response, his hands grip tightly onto Yoongi’s arms around him because he is afraid he will jump at him if not; it burns burns burns all around, his brain gets dizzy and his canines start to pinch his lips.

“Fucking shit, you shouldn’t have say that, Hyung,” Jimin mumbles in awe, watching Jeongguk hump the air to get some friction over his moistness.

“Why?” Yoongi sounds playful, so teasing that Jeongguk whines broken in desire. He sighs in content as he gets manhandled back onto the bed, laying over his belly as Yoongi towers over him, his stare heavy with lust as he watches over him. “Come here, Min-ah,” Yoongi pats over his side, Jimin is right there a few seconds later, his cheeks are bright but it’s the blown pupils that sell him.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whimpers as he hears his pitchy whine echo against the walls, “Hyung I need to breed you,” his tone is lower as he pushes Yoongi down by his waist, humping his hard cock frantically and unrhythmically against Yoongi’s “Wanna knock you up, get you pregnant, fuck please, please.”

“My sweet puppy, of course I’ll let you.” Yoongi’s hand is on his jaw, his eyes dart to Jimin for a mere second before coming back to him, Jeongguk can swear he can almost see them shine red on the rim, but he is delusional and feverish and made of desire, “But you’ll have to let me do all of that to you first, let Jimin-ah see how good of an omega you’re for me.”

Jeongguk nods, he can hear Jimin swearing under his breath, his scent fills out the room with shock and arousal but his mind is too fuzzy to even giggle at him, to try and grasp any ounce of reality that isn’t made of Yoongi’s cells.

“Please I want anything,” he whispers, his blood starting to boil under his skin, “I want everything alpha can give me.”

“You’re talking about me, puppy?” Yoongi teases, tone all too satisfied to even have a doubt.

Yoongi doesn’t need the reassurance, but Jeongguk can see how he rejoices in it almost as much as him. Maybe that’s why they work so well together, because there’s no shame in the utter softness of it all, in the too sickeningly sweet comfort that feels so easy and so gentle yet so wild as they get each other to places no one else has taken them. 

Because what they are doesn’t actually matter when they are together. 

“Just you, Hyung,” his words are barely a thread, the sanity long gone, “You’re my true mate. My alpha, my omega, the only one I need.”