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God, their whole flat reeks. Not only can Jungkook still smell Jin’s heat, vanilla and lavender, but he can smell the lingering traces of Yoongi’s rut, which, to Jungkook, is mostly the scent of Jimin, all citrus and summer breeze. The effect is maddening, making Jungkook’s head pound with the dizzying feeling.His fists are clenched tightly, his jaw tense as he walks into their home, closing the door being him. Just after he enters, a streak of orange bounds around the corner and hits Jungkook full force. The overwhelming power of tropical beach breeze hits him and he belatedly realizes it’s Jimin, winding his arms around Jungkook’s neck to wrap him in a ‘welcome home hug’ as he likes to call it.“Jungkookie! You’re back!” he squeals, pinching at Jungkook’s cheek. “Did you have fun practicing?” Jungkook wants to focus on Jimin’s words, really, but all he can focus on is the smell and the way Jimin’s body is soft and pressed up against his own.Jungkooks nods, moving to back Jimin against the door he’d just closed. “I did. And what about you, hyung? Are you having a good day?”Jimin looks at him, obviously puzzled, but giggles nonetheless. He nods, his fluffy hair bouncing with the motion, but Jungkook is staring at his mouth. “Are you alright Jungkookie? You never ask me how my day is,” he says, almost pouty.“Oi, what do you think you’re doing Jeon Jungkook?” And that would be Yoongi. Jungkook looks over his shoulder slowly, almost lazily, to meet his hyung’s accusatory stare. The tone of his question causes Taehyung, who’d been sitting on the couch, to turn and look at them, a concerned look on his face.“Nothing, Yoongi-hyung,” he responds calmly. Sensing the tension, Jimin disentangles himself from Jungkook, slinking out from between him and the door. Only now, as his hand is falling away from the spot, does Jungkook realize it had been resting on Jimin’s hip, the other placed on the door.Jungkook turns and leans against the wall next to the door, crossing his arms. He can feel the possessive nature roiling off of Yoongi in waves and it sparks something within him. Logically, he knows that he was about to be a serious douche because of all the pheromones in their dorm and he should definitely back down because he’s in the wrong. But on a primal level, he can’t back down to Yoongi. It goes against everything in his nature to submit to another alpha. Namjoon is the pack leader and that’s hard enough on him but this is the exact reason that Yoongi and Jungkook are at odds so frequently. Especially because Yoongi feels very attached to Jimin, and the animal part of Jungkook doesn’t care about that one bit.“Oh yeah? Nothing?” Yoongi says.Jimin moves to stand beside Yoongi, takes his arm. “Hyung, it’s fine. Nothing happened.”Yoongi ignores him, even goes so far as to move Jimin to stand half-behind him. “You know Jungkook, you’re almost an adult. You need to learn to control yourself.”“Hyung, how is it his fault? Your rut sent Jin into heat and that could easily send Jungkook into rut. It’s just how these things work,” Jimin argues. Really, bless him, because that boy is an angel in human skin. But Jungkook still has his nose turned up at Yoongi, pinning an arrogant glare on him. Chances are Jimin’s right. Jungkook’s still young, still hasn’t had his first rut, but he always gets a little restless when Jin or Jimin goes into heat and now that they’re both rather attached to the other alphas in the dorm, there’s just a lot more hormones and well, sex, flying around the dorm than before. Namjoon told him that his first rut would probably happen soon and that if he had any questions or needed anything that he should talk to him. It was super awkward and weird and Jungkook hopes he never has to have a conversation like that again.Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jimin. “Jimin, that’s not the point. Even in a rut, an alpha should be able to keep away from what doesn’t belong to him,” he says pointedly.Jungkook scoffs. “Jiminie-hyung doesn’t really belong to you either, does he, Yoongi?”It’s not surprising that Yoongi grabs him by the collar then. It was disrespectful and Jungkook knows that but the animal in him is fired up at this point and he’s dying to either fuck or fight. Taehyung gets up from the couch then, with a shout of, “hey, hey, hey!” obviously prepared to intervene, but Jimin beats him to it.“Yoongi-hyung, stop it!” Jimin yells, pulling Yoongi away from Jungkook. Yoongi goes easily probably because he gives in to Jimin and not because the omega really overpowers him. Jimin then manages to wedge himself between Yoongi and Jungkook. And if Jungkook wasn’t so focused on wanting to hit Yoongi, he might be distracted by the proximity of Jimin’s ass to his crotch.“Jimin, stay out of this,” Yoongi warns, pointing a finger at him.“Hyung, please don’t hurt him. He’s harmless, I swear,” Jimin says, holding his hands up in defense. Jungkook again marvels at how much of a saint Jimin is. Most omegas wouldn’t dare to go toe-to-toe with their alpha to defend another alpha. It’s ballsy for sure and really, Jungkook’s inner animal is more concerned for Jimin at this point.“Jimin, I know what’s good for you. So do as I say and stay out of it.” Yoongi’s voice is edging towards something dangerous, something that makes the hairs on the back of Jungkook’s neck rise.Jimin obviously senses it too, and he’s always been one to hate when any of them used their “alpha voice” because he finds it rude and demeaning and completely arrogant in the worst of ways. He’s very vocal about his opinion on the matter, actually. “Oh, you’re going to pull that alpha dom bullshit on me now? That’s nice, so you can be just like all the r-”"Jimin.”The silence is deafening. Jimin looks like Yoongi just slapped him in the face. Even Jungkook can feel the sizzle from the use of Yoongi’s alpha voice. And he can see the way Jimin’s shoulders slump, the muscles in his neck going lax to let his head bow in complete and utter submission. It’s natural, but just the sight of it sets Jungkook’s teeth on edge. He can see the fierce tension in Jimin’s jaw, his teeth obviously clenched tight, wanting to say something but not having the power to do so.He slinks off painfully slowly and Jungkook gets in the image of Jimin’s tail between his legs. Taehyung follows after him and that’s good, Jungkook thinks. Maybe he’d be able to cheer him up.With Jimin out of the way, Yoongi stalks up to Jungkook, who raises his chin in defiance. The action makes Yoongi curl his lip and Jungkook’s fists clench, ready to defend himself, but just then the front door opens and a laughing Hoseok walks in, followed by Jin and Namjoon.The tension in the air is immediately obvious to the three of them and Namjoon is quick to stick himself between them. “Oi, oi! What’s going on in here?” he demands.Hobi ushers Jin further inside, probably entirely subconscious in the way he puts himself between Jin and the alphas."This rotten punk was putting his hands on Jimin,” Yoongi spits, looking like he wants nothing more than to shove past Namjoon and strangle Jungkook.Jungkook scoffs mirthlessly. “Right. And I’m sure Jiminie-hyung loves how you treated him just now,” he sneers back.Yoongi lunges for him then, stopped only by Namjoon holding him about the waist. Hobi has to come shove Jungkook’s shoulders against the wall as he too lurches forward, dying to sink his teeth into his hyung.Jin disappears, running off and shouting, “Taehyung!”A moment later, the younger beta is there, helping Hoseok restrain the maknae. There’s a whole lot of shouting, snarling and growling and Jungkook is almost sure he tears the skin on both of his hyungs trying to hold him back. He would feel bad about it if there wasn’t such an intense fog clouding over everything.“Alright, enough!” Namjoon finally says, loud and domineering, enough to make them all freeze. Jungkook feels the fight drain out of his limbs as he goes numb in Taehyung’s hold, slumping into him. He watches distantly as the same happens to Yoongi and then the five of them are left panting and staring at each other.“I don’t like to use that voice on you two, you know I don’t, but you don’t leave me with a lot of options when you act like this,” Namjoon says. Jungkook nods solemnly as Yoongi clicks his tongue. “Now, we’re all going to sit down and talk about this.” Yoongi opens his mouth, probably to protest. “All of us, hyung. Tae, will you go get Jimin for me?”Taehyung nods and hurries out of the room, knocking softly on the door to the room Jin had disappeared into before before going inside. Moments later, he returns with Jimin (who looks like he’d been crying profusely) and Jin in tow. Namjoon gestures for them all to sit.Jungkook ends up on the couch next to Hoseok. Jin is on Hobi’s left and to Jungkook’s right, Jimin sits in the armchair with Tae perched on the arm. Yoongi sits across the way on the ottoman and Namjoon stands in front of them all, a disapproving look on his face.“Alright, who’s gonna explain what happened?”It’s, surprisingly, Jimin who opens his mouth first. “Yoongi-hyung was being a giant jerk--”“Oh, come off it, you ungrateful little br--”“Hey, hey, hey!” Namjoon says, exasperation coating his voice. “I said ‘explain’ not ‘accuse’,” he says, pointedly looking at Jimin who pouts and hangs his head. This time, he looks at Taehyung. “What about you? Can you give me the real story?”Tae nods his head and then launches into an explanation of how Jungkook must be really fired up lately because of all the hormones in the house and how Jimin got a little too touchy with him and it probably triggered a little mini rut and that of course set Yoongi off and voila, here they are.Namjoon nods. Jungkook’s back is ramrod stiff as he feels them all staring at him. “Jungkook?” Namjoon says. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?"Jimin leans forward, protesting with, “Hyung, it’s not his fault, he--” but he’s silenced when Namjoon holds up a hand.Jungkook looks up at Namjoon, his hands clenched tightly on his knees. Honestly, all the commotion had calmed his urge to fuck something but now that he wasn’t actively thinking about fighting Yoongi to the death, he could feel that boiling nuisance in the pit of his stomach again. He clenches his teeth against it. “No.”“Really? Nothing at all? So you’re not sorry for putting Jimin in that kind of situation?”“Hyung--” Jimin tries again.“Jimin,” it’s Yoongi this time warning him.“Oh, and you’re gonna get all tough with me again?” Jimin snaps. “God, you’re such an ass.” He stands up and marches off, tears already gathering in his eyes. Once he disappears, Jungkook feels Hobi jump slightly at the slam of Jimin’s bedroom door.Namjoon pins his harsh stare on Yoongi now. “Really hyung?”Yoongi rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue, but even Jungkook can see the guilt in his eyes. “Aish, he’s such a brat,” he mutters, pushing himself up and stalking off after Jimin to go knock on his door.Namjoon looks back at Jungkook as he moves to sit on the coffee table. “Kook. You gotta stop picking fights with him. You’re not gonna win. He’s even more stubborn and thick-headed than you are.”Jungkook sighs and nods. He knows that. He does. It’s just so hard. He’s got a lot of hormones as a young adult and with everyone else fucking like rabbits, it puts him on edge.He’s a little startled when he feels Hoseok’s hand on his thigh. “And when you’re feeling all out of sorts because of those four crazies and all their nasty pheromones, come see me and Tae. That’s literally what we’re here for.” Jungkook tries to pay attention to his words, really, he does, but it’s much easier to think about how Hobi’s fingers tug at the inseam on his jeans.Taehyung reaches over and squeezes at Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yeah, all you have to do is ask.”Jungkook shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. “Uh, thank you, but I’m really alright, I promise. It was just a moment. A moment that escalated a little out of control,” he assures them.Namjoon looks skeptical but he nods anyway, standing and walking away. “Just stay away from Yoongi and Jimin for a day or so. Until he cools down, yeah?”“Aye aye captain!” Jungkook calls after him as Jin gets up to follow Namjoon out.And Jungkook is left alone with Hoseok and Taehyung both staring at him.“What?” he says, glancing between the two of them.“Why’d you lie?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head like he’s really just curious. The motion makes Jungkook relax a little because he doesn’t feel like he’s being accused of anything, which is good. Taehyung is good. They both are. They do a good job as betas, really, and Jungkook probably doesn’t appreciate them enough.Jungkook breaks into a grin, forcing himself to laugh lightly. “I didn’t lie, hyung, don’t be ridiculous. I’m really fine.” It should be easier to lie to the two of them because they don’t smell as well as an alpha or an omega, but somehow they always see through him more easily. “But I’m kinda tired now so I’m gonna head to bed, okay?”He leaves the two of them calling soft ‘goodnights’ after him.
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He hadn’t lied. Really. He thought he’d be fine. He thought after jerking off once it’d be out of his system. That had gone pretty well, seeing as Namjoon had been missing from their shared room when he came in, probably holed up with Jin in the room he usually shares with Yoongi, because Yoongi definitely isn’t in there.Nope. Yoongi is next door, in the room shared between Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin. And Yoongi is a little...busy. Jungkook had planned on trying to actually go to bed after he’d cleaned up the slight mess he’d made but the amount of noise happening on the other side of the wall behind his head is making that entirely impossible.Yoongi-hyung and Jimin-hyung are having make-up sex. Loud make-up sex. Very loud make-up sex. Jungkook tries cover his head with his pillow and it doesn’t even help. He wants to shout, at least tell Jiminie-hyung to shut up because it’s really all him, but he can’t do that. First of all, Jimin had cried all night and secondly, Yoongi would actually punch him in the face this time if he did something like that.So Jungkook just sits there, quietly gritting his teeth with his hands folded over his stomach and his dick getting hard in his shorts. It can’t be that bad. Really, how long could they possibly go at it?
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It was that bad. Jungkook wakes up in the morning having gotten relatively no sleep at all. The first thing he notices when he gets up and heads into the kitchen is that Taehyung and Hoseok are wrapped around each other on the pull-out couch. Tae is doing that weird thing where he sleeps with his eyes kind of open and Hoseok is snoring softly, his face mostly buried in Taehyung’s neck. Jungkook frowns and turns to the kitchen to scavenge for food.He’s pleasantly eating a bowl of cereal when Jimin emerges from his room, positively reeking of Yoongi, which is to be expected. Apparently he doesn’t think he needs to close the door to his room either and the powerful scent of pure, unfiltered sex comes out and fills the whole flat immediately. Jungkook nearly chokes on his cereal.Jimin ruffles his own hair as he flashes Jungkook the kind of smile that only a person who had been fucked six ways to Sunday could have on his face. He opens the fridge and bends over to dig around and when Jungkook catches himself looking at Jimin’s ass, clad just in his underwear, he shoves away from the counter, dumps his bowl in the sink half-full and leaves the room, feeling Jimin’s stare follow after him. He locks himself in his room after that, sporting another useless boner. Jungkook grits his teeth in frustration. Fuck this. Fuck his hormones. Fuck everyone else’s hormones. Fuck their stupid sex stench stinking up the whole place. And fuck Park Jimin and his beautiful ass.He’s about to rub out a quick one when he hears a knock on his door. He assumes it’s Namjoon, wanting access to his own room, so Jungkook rolls his eyes and calls out, “I’m sorry, hyung, I’ll come unlock it.”When he opens the door, though, he’s met with the sight of Hoseok leaning his forearm against the doorframe with Taehyung draped about his shoulders. Admittedly, they look cute, having that “just woke up” vibe about them, though their eyes are keen and focused. Jungkook feels a little bit more weird about his hard-on in front of the two of them than he would in front of Namjoon but he just looks at them dumbly. “Uh, can I help you?”Taehyung giggles at that and something about the quality of it makes Jungkook flush. “I think the better question is ‘can we help you?’”Jungkook frowns at him but doesn't have a chance to say anything as Hoseok shoves him in the chest, making him stumble back into his own room. The two of them follow quickly after him, shutting and locking the door behind themselves. Something in Jungkook is pissed at the way Hoseok had shoved him, something that pricks at his skin and makes his blood boil. It’s that something that grabs Hoseok’s shirt and turns to toss him onto the bed behind him. Hoseok has the gall to laugh. After Jungkook gets over the shock of that, he realizes that Taehyung is laughing behind him too. He turns to glare at him. “What’s so funny? You come into my room, shove me around and now you're laughing?” he snarls. Taehyung just rolls his eyes, sashaying over to wrap his arms about Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s entire body goes taut with tension and Taehyung leans in to rub his nose against Jungkook’s. “Kook-ah. You’re teetering on the edge of a rut. We’re here to induce it and get it over with quickly. We have a busy schedule coming up next week and you can’t be out of commission and you definitely can’t be as aggressive as you have been lately.”“I haven’t been--” he starts but stops himself at Tae’s raised eyebrow. “Okay, fine, but that doesn’t mean I want you to trigger my rut. And I definitely don’t want you to feel like you have to--”“We don’t feel like we have to do anything,” Hoseok calls from behind him, now propped up on Jungkook’s bed with his hands behind himself. “We’re doing this because we want to.”Jungkook looks back to Tae to see him nod his own confirmation. Before Jungkook can say anything else, Taehyung’s mouth is against his, open and hot and wet in all the best of ways. It’s exactly how he imagines Taehyung kissing, far too eager and lacking in any sort of real skill.Jungkook pulls away quickly. “Wait, wait, wait. I- do you- I mean…”“Spit it out Kookie,” Hobi calls with a chuckle. Jungkook blushes in embarrassment. “Do you guys...you know?”Taehyung tilts his head at him curiously. “What? Do we fuck?” Jungkook swallows hard and nods hesitantly. He doesn’t expect Taehyung to laugh as hard as he does. “Oh wow, you’re so cute.” Jungkook curls his lip at that. “Of course we do. What do you think we do? Just sit around basking in all of your crazy alpha-omega pheromones and do nothing? Just because we don’t get desperate and whiny and obnoxious like you all doesn’t mean we can’t fuck like rabbits. I’m honestly surprised you hadn’t noticed,” Taehyung says.Jungkook frowns even more but he can’t deny how the thought appeals to him. Suddenly it’s all he can think about. “I-I...I wanna see it,” he forces himself to say.It’s such a struggle for Jungkook, really. Being an alpha but at the same time being as shy as he is...it’s just rough. He’s also still a virgin and it seems like he’s just going to jump in at the deep end but you know what? Fuck it. Who gives a shit? Taehyung and Hoseok are good, he knows they are. They’ll make it all okay. It won’t be uncomfortable or anything like that. Besides, Taehyung is his best friend. Who else would he trust with something like this?He turns when he hears Hoseok hum lightly from behind him, interest obviously piqued. “Do you now?” he says, a bit of a taunt to his voice that has the hair on the back of Jungkook’s neck standing up. “Well, I can’t blame you. It’s gotta be intriguing, right? I mean, who fucks who? How does it work when there’s no one begging for a cock up their ass, am I right?”Hoseok isn’t looking at him, having flopped back onto Jungkook’s bed to stare at the ceiling. But Jungkook gives a half-hearted shrug and a nod anyway, because honestly, yeah. That’s exactly what he’s thinking. He never really learned much about betas in school. They always focused on the alpha-omega dynamics because everyone thought that it was so important because it could get dangerous and whatnot. Betas were kind of overlooked and Jungkook is just now realizing how little he knows about them. He knows they don’t have knots; they don’t produce slick; they don’t have ruts or heats; they aren’t as affected by the pheromones as alphas and omegas are; they can still mate just like alphas and omegas; they...they what? What else is there? It’s then that Hoseok stands up again, moving to pull Taehyung away from Jungkook and back down onto the bed with him. “Kookie, honey, stop thinking so hard. I can see it all over your face. It’s okay to not know about us. We’ll teach you.”And when Hoseok kisses Taehyung, Jungkook feels like he should’ve been more prepared, after already experiencing an impromptu kiss from Taehyung. But no. He’s still taken aback, his mouth falling open softly as he watches the two of them kiss. It’s odd, neither one yielding to the other, just a flurry of tongues and teeth and a hard press of lips making wet smacking sounds in the quiet of Jungkook’s room. They haven’t even touched each other but Jungkook is still rock hard in his sweats, just standing in the middle of the room, staring at them like an idiot. Jungkook usually pins Hoseok as the more dominant one (maybe because he’s older?) but it’s Taehyung who ends up on top, pressing Hoseok back into the headboard so he can settle himself over his lap. Hoseok’s hands rest on Taehyung’s hips and Taehyung’s own hands are holding Hoseok’s face like a lifeline, like he couldn’t breathe if he let go but also like if he held too tightly, Hoseok might shatter in his hands. Jungkook finds his own breath hitching as Hoseok’s hands slip under the hem of Taehyung’s tee shirt, though they don’t go far, just rubbing at the skin of Taehyung’s waist, mostly uncovered by the way his shorts hang low on his hips. The both of them are quiet. The room is filled with sounds from their kissing and Jungkook’s far-too-heavy breathing but other than that, it’s very quiet, almost eerily so. The first noise that slips out comes from Taehyung, when Hoseok slips one hand under the elastic waistband of his shorts to fully cup his backside. He gasps softly, letting out a little whimper that has Jungkook biting his lip and reaching to clutch at his own painfully hard cock through his sweats. “Jungkook.” He takes his eyes away from the way Hoseok’s forearm flexes with his hand down Taehyung’s shorts to look up at Hoseok, who is regarding him with a calm grin. “Why don’t you sit down at least?” he suggests, jerking his chin towards Namjoon’s bed several feet away.Swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat, Jungkook complies, moving to sit stiffly on his hyung’s bed, placing his hands, tightly clenched into fists, rigidly on his knees. Hoseok, who’s still looking at him, completely ignoring the way Taehyung mouths leisurely at his neck, laughs at him again. Jungkook’s jaw tics at that. “You’re cute, Jungkookie, but try to relax. There’s no reason for you to be so nervous,” he says.Jungkook wants to say something back but there’s really nothing for him to say, so he just keeps staring, eyes now focused on Taehyung’s fingers playing at the edge of Hoseok’s shirt, but not slipping under, almost like he’s waiting for-- “Go ahead, Taehyung,” Hoseok says, still looking at Jungkook instead of the boy in his lap. Jungkook finds his mouth watering and swallows again. So he was right? Hoseok is the one who… but Taehyung seems so confident in the way he kisses at Hoseok’s skin and now, the way he doesn’t hesitate, just lifts Hoseok’s shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor. Hoseok’s hand slips out of the back of Taehyung’s shorts as Tae makes his conquest down to Hobi’s chest, leaving little nips and kisses along the way. Jungkook is surprised when Hoseok makes a soft noise as Tae’s tongue darts out to lap at his nipple. Hoseok’s hand threads through Taehyung’s hair, keeping his head in place as he leaves open-mouth kisses over the sensitive area, making a right mess of everything.Hoseok reaches for the hem of Taehyung’s shirt and Jungkook almost misses the way Tae nods his consent before Hoseok pulls the offending garment over his head. They’re both horribly beautiful, skin practically glowing in the dim morning light of the room. Taehyung, obviously very eager, doesn’t stay in one place for long. He travels even lower until he reaches the hem of Hoseok’s sweatpants. He looks up at Hoseok with wide eyes and Jungkook almost feels like he doesn’t belong in that moment, watching as Hobi strokes at Tae’s hair, flashing him a deadly soft smile that holds the sun. He nods minutely and then Taehyung is tugging Hoseok’s sweatpants down enough to free his half-hard cock.From Jungkook’s viewpoint, it seems as though Taehyung sucks cock the same way he kisses: entirely too messy and extremely eager. He quickly swallows as much of Hoseok as he can, even gagging himself a little bit in the process. It’s enough to make Jungkook the slightest bit concerned. Apparently Hobi feels the same way because he strokes Tae’s hair and mumbles something that sounds like, “Slow down. And relax.”Taehyung listens fairly well to that, pulling back and just laving his tongue over every inch of Hoseok’s cock, leaving it a wet mess, before taking the tip back into his mouth. As he starts to adopt a sort of rhythm, Hoseok hums in appreciation before saying, “Do you wanna open yourself up for me?” Getting a little moan in response, he continues. “Yeah? Okay, let me get the lube then.” They shift, Taehyung pulling back to take off his own shorts and to pull Hobi’s pants off the rest of the way while he reaches over to Jungkook’s nightstand to fish around. He finds it without even asking for Jungkook’s guidance.Jungkook isn’t entirely unfamiliar with lube. He’s used it while jacking off enough times to know his way around a bottle of the stuff. But he is entirely unfamiliar with sticking fingers up someone’s ass to prep them for sex. He takes a moment to be appreciative that he hasn’t been asked to do that quite yet and instead focuses on how Tae drizzles the substance over his fingers before smearing some over his hole. And god, does he look good like that, on his knees with his ass in the air, large hand flitting over his backside. Tae gasps when he pushes a finger into himself and frankly, so does Jungkook. It seems to swallow his finger up, until it’s completely buried. It turns out that Taehyung fingers himself quickly but efficiently, not really interested in giving himself a lot of pleasure. Which makes sense to Jungkook because really, isn’t it more of a means to an end?So in no time, Taehyung is taking his fingers away and rolling onto his back. In all of the textbooks and videos he had to read and watch in school, Jungkook had never seen people having sex in missionary position. For alphas and omegas, the face-down, ass-up (Jungkook really hates the term “doggy style”) just seems to be the most practical. Or well-liked, he supposes. If he had an omega, he’d like to see them in that position. And as far as he knows, they like to present themselves in that position. But really, his knowledge is limited so he can’t say for sure.Nonetheless, Taehyung looks no less attractive on his back, his flushed cock laying across his tan stomach as he spreads his legs for Hoseok to settle between them.And finally Jungkook allows himself to press the heel of his palm against his cock through his sweatpants, because it’s seriously starting to ache with need. Jungkook watches as Hobi smears more lube over his cock and for extra measure, over Tae’s hole too, and then rubs the head against Tae’s rim a bit, waiting until Taehyung whines before pushing in.A groan echoes in the room and Jungkook belatedly realizes it was him who made the sound, eyes fixated on where Hobi’s cock disappears inside of Taehyung. God, he’d give anything to be in Hobi’s position right now. He can feel the desperate urge to fuck taking over him and he’s glad he’s in a room with two betas because if either one of them were an omega, his hormones would probably be screaming at him to whisk them away, keep the omega all to himself.But he uses what little self-control he has left and just keeps his hand on his dick while he watches. He doesn’t want his rut to start. Frankly, he’s a little scared. He doesn’t know what it’ll feel like. Namjoon tried to tell him a bit but he also said it’s different for everyone and the unknown factor is what’s really concerning him. Hoseok is gentle, running his hands over Tae’s thighs and waiting for him to nod his head before he begins to move. Once he does, though, he picks up a steady pace, thrusting into Taehyung quickly but not too harshly. They’re both very quiet (nothing like Jimin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung, Jungkook thinks bitterly) but Hoseok’s face is scrunched up in concentration.After a few minutes, Taehyung reaches to grab the backs of his own knees as he whispers, “You’re so close,” with a faint, amused smile dancing across his lips.Hoseok chuckles a little at that and shifts to lift Tae’s hips a couple inches. On his next thrust, Taehyung shudders and lets out a low moan that goes straight through Jungkook’s core. “Ah, yes, right there hyung.”There’s something undeniably beautiful about Tae tossing his head back and moaning without shame as he pushes back against Hoseok, eagerly fucking himself down onto his cock. And when Hobi reaches to jerk Tae off and he comes all over his own stomach, Jungkook groans and comes in his pants.He doesn’t even have time to be uncomfortable with the sticky feeling in his underwear before his rut is rearing full-force and he growls low in his throat. The feeling is indescribable. It’s like his skin is prickling or itching and he just needs to move, to blow off steam in the only way his body can think of -- to fuck something and fuck it hard.The noise draws Hoseok and Taehyung’s attention and they both snap their heads towards him. “Jungkookie, are you ready to fuck someone?” Hobi asks, a teasing note to his voice. Jungkook glares at him but nods nonetheless, eyes flickering down to where Hoseok’s cock is still buried in Tae’s ass. Jungkook’s lip curls but Hoseok is good and pulls out immediately. “Alright, come here.”Jungkook has never moved so fast in his life, rising quickly and shedding his clothes as he goes. He kneels on his bed in front of where Hoseok has spread himself out. “I’m going to teach you what you should do, okay?” Hoseok says and Jungkook almost whines in frustration, because he’s ready and he’s ready now and waiting is becoming so hard. But he knows it’s dangerous if he doesn’t know what he’s doing and he really should listen to Hobi-hyung. So he does. He sits back on his heels and nods his head quickly.“Alright, so first you’ll want to put some lube on your fingers. Tae whines if you don’t warm it up before touching him but I’m not a diva like he is,” Hobi says with a big smile. Jungkook does as instructed and takes a moment to be appreciative of how thoughtful Hoseok is. He didn’t phrase it like a command or an order, but more like a suggestion. That’s something that the alpha in Jungkook is very grateful for. He watches as Hoseok drizzles a bit more lube onto his own hole straight from the bottle. “Just for good measure,” he says with a shrug before clicking the bottle shut and tossing it towards a very fucked out-looking Taehyung.“Now, whenever you want, I’m ready for you. Just be a little gentle and ease the first one in,” Hobi says, propping himself up on his elbows to watch as Jungkook shuffles a bit closer and reaches out. Normally, Jungkook would be really nervous and hesitate but at this point his dick is throbbing too badly to delay any longer. He does try to be careful though as he runs his pointer finger over Hobi’s rim before pushing just the very tip inside. It’s a bit odd at first but with a nod from Hobi, he keeps going until his palm rests against Hoseok’s skin. Thinking back on how Taehyung had done it to himself, Jungkook slowly drags his finger out before pushing it back in and slowly builds until he’s adopted a good rhythm.Hoseok is quiet, Jungkook notices. His breath is a little short but other than that, he just smiles at Jungkook and tells him he’s doing a good job. Nothing like the moaning Jungkook heard from Jimin the night before. Maybe since they’re betas taking it up the ass doesn’t actually feel good? Then again, Tae seemed to enjoy it well enough. His thoughts must’ve been showing on his face because Hoseok reaches up to cup his cheek. “Stop thinking so hard,” he says. Jungkook tries to smile back at him but it feels more like a grimace. Shortly after, Hoseok says, “You can add another.”Having two and then three and four fingers inside of another human being, his hyung, is really quite an experience. The only thing Jungkook can think about is replacing his fingers with his cock and how good it’s going to feel and- “Jungkookie?” And there’s Taehyung’s voice, after what feels like years of silence. Jungkook feels a growl bubble somewhere in the bottom of his throat as he lifts his eyes to look at Taehyung, who still looks a little fucked out. Taehyung bows his head quickly, lowering himself so Jungkook is above him and miraculously, Jungkook feels a little better. “Just trying curling your fingers a bit,” Tae says quietly.Surprisingly, Jungkook finds himself wanting to listen to Tae and he does as he says, frowning a bit as nothing happens and he doesn’t really understand why he’s doing it but he tries a couple more times and then, “Ah, Jungkookie!” Hobi’s mouth falls open in a gasping moan and Jungkook presses his fingers incessantly in the same place until Hoseok is squirming beneath him. Just the sight of him makes Jungkook’s cock leak. “Just like that, Kookie,” Taehyung coos at him, reaching up to push back Jungkook’s sweaty bangs.“C’mon Jungkook, you can fuck me now,” Hoseok says, panting as he props himself up on his elbows.Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice, hastily pulling his fingers out with a lewd, wet noise. Taehyung eagerly takes on the job of adding more lube to everything, dribbling it over Hoseok’s gaping hole and slicking a wet palm over Jungkook’s cock once. It almost makes him come right there, just that light touch, but he grits his teeth against the feeling.In the next moment, he’s nervously pressing the head of his cock against Hoseok’s waiting hole and then his pushing forward, Hoseok gasping and Taehyung murmuring praises, placing kisses on each of their cheeks.The feeling of his cock inside something so tight and warm is absolutely indescribable and Jungkook whines high in his throat because he really doesn’t want to come so fast. But Taehyung cups his cheek and kisses his mouth softly and whispers, “It’s okay. Just come,” and that does it. He shudders as he comes, filling Hoseok up, making his hyung groan at the feeling.He feels the strange urge to apologize but his pride stops him. He’s still achingly hard but he also feels a little lost. His head is foggy with the scent of arousal and it’s not until Hoseok tells him to fuck him that he moves again.It takes no time to adopt a quick rhythm, Jungkook’s hips smacking against Hoseok’s thighs. Taehyung leans over and presses the large palm of one hand against Hoseok’s lower abdomen and the resulting moan causes Jungkook to fuck harder, faster, deeper.“Good, so good, Kookie, you’re so good,” Hoseok rambles and Taehyung smiles brightly as he observes the two of them. Jungkook grunts as he squeezes Hoseok’s hips, his head dropping to stare at where his dick slides in and out. There’s something overwhelmingly satisfying about dominating someone he’d just seen fucking someone else. It has Jungkook’s inner alpha howling with pride.It’s not long before Hoseok is coming, with Taehyung’s hand wrapped around his cock and Jungkook fucking him senseless. Jungkook is right behind him, pumping him full with another load of his cum. They separate after that, both panting heavily but Jungkook still as hard as ever, especially as he watches Taehyung lean in to lick Hobi’s cum off his stomach and dip down to lap at the fluid leaking from his hole too.Jungkook groans at the sight and then Taehyung is pulling away from Hoseok, moving to situate himself between Jungkook’s legs. Jungkook is confused for a moment before he watches as Taehyung opens his mouth and lets the mixture of cum drip past his lips and onto Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook growls as Taehyung lowers his head to bob it up and down rapidly over his length.And Christ, it’s a mess, everything is a mess. Jungkook fists the sheets in his hands tightly, his whole body rigid as he hunches over Taehyung from where he sits on the edge of the bed. Taehyung is too good to him, really, pumping his hand quickly over all of Jungkook’s cock that he can’t fit into his mouth. And when Jungkook comes only a short while later, he swallows the load without any complaints.Jungkook whines as he watches Taehyung lick his lips and then Taehyung is plopping into his lap. “Do you wanna fuck me now?” he whispers, biting at Jungkook’s piercings. Jungkook just nods quickly. In mere seconds Jungkook is standing, fucking into Taehyung who kneels on the bed as Hoseok licks and bites at Jungkook’s nipples. Jungkook whines, tossing his head back and gripping Tae’s hips harder as the beta moans.
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Sometimes Jungkook has fleeting thoughts that don’t have to do with just fuck, fuck, fuck. For instance, who’s going to clean this room? Because honestly, it’s a right mess. Their scents are going to be all over it. Regrettably, even Namjoon’s bed is covered in some questionable substances at this point considering they’ve been using it as the “break bed.” Hobi had just dragged himself off it to lay down on Jungkook’s bed, letting Tae fuck him while Jungkook fucks Taehyung.And that’s a pleasant enough thought to recapture his full attention. He’d thought dominating someone he’d previously seen being dominant was satisfying, but there’s nothing like fucking someone while they’re fucking someone else. It gives his inner wolf a sense of being at the top of the food chain. He loves it.By this point, Jungkook has realized that Taehyung is the louder of the two. He moans -- low in that deep, sexy voice he has -- as he gets bounced back and forth between the two of them, his left hand reaching back to tangle in Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook buries his face in Taehyung’s neck to inhale his scent.And that’s another thing. Jungkook has always been very sensitive to smells. Namjoon and Yoongi would always tell Hoseok and Taehyung that they really don’t smell like much of anything and the two of them would always brush it off but Jungkook could see that it kind of bothered them, thinking that they were scentless in a house full of people whose lives revolved around scent. Though Jungkook never spoke up, he disagrees. To him, they both have very distinct (and appealing) scents. Hoseok smells like zesty lime and coconut and Taehyung, he thinks as he inhales deeply, Taehyung smells like cinnamon and apples. “Jungkookie,” Hoseok pants and Jungkook lifts his head from Taehyung’s skin to look down at him. “Kiss me?” he asks, pouting prettily and Jungkook’s heart hurts. How can he say no when he asks so nicely.Taehyung giggles as Jungkook leans forward, effectively sandwiching him even more between the two of them. Jungkook licks his lips nervously. After all this, he still hasn’t kissed Hoseok and really, he shouldn’t be this anxious. Hoseok smiles knowingly and reaches up to cup Jungkook’s cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs before pressing their lips together.Kissing Hoseok is nothing like kissing Taehyung. Hoseok is more controlled. He has a finesse that Taehyung lacks. It’s impossible for Jungkook to decide which is better. Neither is better. They’re both necessary and wonderful.It’s Taehyung’s whining that pulls them apart so they can re-adopt their hurried pace. Unsurprisingly, Taehyung comes first, dragging Hoseok and Jungkook with him shortly after. They collapse in a sweaty heap until Hoseok groans about being crushed. Nearly a minute passes before Jungkook starts whining again and this time, the solution is Hobi sinking to his knees as Taehyung retreats to Namjoon’s bed to catch his breath.Somehow Jungkook feels a little safer with Hoseok sucking his dick. Maybe it was the way that Taehyung nearly choked himself when he gets too eager. But Hoseok has more of a technique, a specific approach, really. And just the way he goes about it makes Jungkook feel at ease when he starts fucking his throat.And Hoseok takes it well, he really does. He doesn’t gag or choke much and his hands never tighten their hold on Jungkook’s thighs. He doesn’t complain when Jungkook pulls his hair. He simply stares up at Jungkook, open and willing, even as his eyes water from the rough treatment.And when Jungkook comes, he swallows. This time, when the two of them collapse on the bed, Jungkook lets his eyes close.
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Time is a concept that Jungkook has all but forgotten. With the curtains drawn it’s impossible to know how much time has passed, though it feels like an eternity.He’s laying in bed, Taehyung’s head resting on his chest and Hobi across the room in Namjoon’s bed, the two of them asleep. They’d been working so hard for Jungkook and he can’t help but feel extremely fond as he looks at them. They’re both covered in sweat and cum and lube but somehow they still manage to look handsome. He’s trying to be polite and let them sleep, even though he can feel the prickling sensation creeping over him again. He just ignores it, instead choosing to continue twirling a lock of Tae’s hair on one finger. Unfortunately, that doesn’t last long. In mere minutes, he finds himself rutting against Taehyung’s leg, nosing at his neck and biting his lip to keep from whining. He’d be perfectly content to get off like that, but obviously he wakes Taehyung who blinks blearily at him before catching on and reaching down to take Jungkook’s cock into his hand.“Why didn’t you say anything?”“Didn’t wanna wake you.”“That’s what you’re supposed to do Jungkookie. We’re here to help you.”“But still. You guys seem so tired.”“What? No way! I’ve got endless energy!”Taehyung’s little shout is what wakes Hoseok and Jungkook has to admit that he looks really cute with his hair all out of sorts and his eyes only half open as he stumbles over and lays himself on top of them to give each of them a kiss.“What’d I miss?”“Nothing much. Jungkookie’s just being a little stubborn.”Jungkook rolls his eyes. With the two of them laying on him like this, he has a very specific urge come over him and he blurts it out before he can lose his confidence. “Can I mark you?” When he sees their stunned looks, he quickly amends. “N-Not like, you know, but like...scent mark,” he says quietly, looking away in embarrassment.Hoseok grabs his face and turns him back. “Hey, what did I say about being embarrassed?”“There’s no need to be…” Jungkook mumbles dutifully.“That’s right. Now, of course you can. Right, Tae?” Taehyung nods enthusiastically. “You asked very politely Jungkookie. That was very nice of you,” Hoseok says as he pushes himself up. Jungkook feels his face heat up at the praise as he moves himself into a seated position, leaning against the wall. Taehyung and Hoseok maneuver themselves so they’re both straddling one of Jungkook’s thighs. He starts with Hoseok, because he smells a little bit like Namjoon from laying in his bed. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he pulls him closer so he can rub his cheek against Hoseok’s neck. Hoseok tilts his head for him and he feels Taehyung’s fingers sift through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly. Hoseok sits very still as Jungkook licks over the scent glands in his neck. The taste of Hobi’s scent is powerful but Jungkook continues on, lapping it up and smearing his own scent overtop of it. Hoseok takes to rubbing his face in Jungkook’s neck, trying to find more of his scent. Jungkook moves to the other side of Hoseok’s neck, licking and even biting until Taehyung whispers, “Don’t leave any marks.” Jungkook growls but listens well enough, moving to run his tongue over Hoseok’s jaw. He nips at Hobi’s ear and pulls back a bit. His instincts are screaming at him to continue, to run his tongue over Hoseok’s face but his brain thinks it’s probably a little repulsive. But Hoseok just smiles at him and leans in to lick at Jungkook’s lips. Taking that as permission, Jungkook places wet kisses over Hoseok’s cheeks, not stopping until he can only smell his own less appealing scent on Hoseok.Taehyung whines, squirming in Jungkook’s lap. “My turn alpha?” he asks and Jungkook groans at the way he calls him ‘alpha,’ how little his voice sounds. He quickly turns his head to lap at Taehyung’s cinnamon scent. Taehyung seems really into it, panting and rutting himself against Jungkook’s thigh as he pushes himself closer to Jungkook, whining as he bathes in his scent. It kind of surprises Jungkook but it makes him feel really good, knowing he’s pleasing Taehyung so well.“Will you -- fuck, ah -- will you come on me?” Taehyung breathes next to his ear and Jungkook just about loses his mind. That’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard and he has to actively stop himself from coming from Taehyung’s whispered plea alone.He nods quickly and then Taehyung is moving off his lap, getting to his knees on the floor. Jungkook looks at Hoseok, asking a silent question with his eyes. Hobi pecks Jungkook’s lips and follows after Taehyung, who’s already rubbing Jungkook’s leaking cock all over his face.The two of them are really too lewd for Jungkook’s own good. They go down on him together, kissing sloppily around his cock and letting spit and precum drip all over the place. It’s not long before they have Jungkook coming, but apparently that’s not good enough for them, because they just leave it on their faces and go back to his cock, sucking and licking until he comes a second time.When he opens his eyes again, Taehyung is rubbing his cheek against Hoseok’s spreading Jungkook’s cum over his face. He licks at Hoseok’s chin to gather some of it and then they kiss messily, swapping the fluid between each other’s mouths. Jungkook groans, fingers running through their hair to push the substance there as well. Jungkook is sure that he’ll be really embarrassed about this later but right now, it’s just hot. Taehyung looks at him, blinking with large eyes as he pants and asks, “Will you fuck me again?” And Jungkook is helpless to do anything but nod, moving back onto the bed to give Tae room to crawl up beside him. Taehyung immediately presses his shoulders down into the mattress, lifting his ass high in the air, presenting himself like an omega would. Jungkook grits his teeth and his fingers prod at Taehyung’s hole, finding it still loose and wet enough for him to slide inside. Taehyung moans loudly and Hobi, still kneeling on the ground, leans to kiss him quiet.Jungkook kind of loses track of Hoseok as he fucks Tae, the boy beneath him eagerly pushing back against his thrusts, the slapping of their skin making loud noises that resonate through the room. He hardly even notices at first when something gentle and wet slides between his ass cheeks. Only when that same finger starts prodding at his hole does he growl threateningly, turning to glare at Hoseok over his shoulder.Right then, Taehyung starts moaning even louder, shouting, “Yes, yes, alpha! Fuck, you’re so big! It’s feels so good, alpha, please! Please, harder!” and Jungkook is thoroughly distracted. He fucks him harder, hips pistoning so fast it’s a wonder Hobi even manages to slip his finger inside of him but it sure as hell punches Jungkook’s breath right out of him.It’s not just the fact that it’s a weird, foreign feeling, but it’s that his instincts scream at him that it’s wrong. He stops moving, buried to the hilt inside of Taehyung as Hoseok wiggles his finger all the way inside of him. His breath is heavy and he tries to control the urge to turn and bite Hoseok, to escape, to take Taehyung with him far away from Hoseok. “Wh-What are you doing?” he grits out through his clenched teeth.Before Hoseok says anything in response, Tae is whining again. “Why’d you stop? Alpha, don’t stop, please!” And so Jungkook starts back up, trying to suppress his primal instincts and ignore Hoseok as best he can. That all goes to shit about a minute later though, when Hobi touches something magical inside of him and his vision goes entirely white. He whimpers, full out whimpers and comes instantly, spilling inside of Taehyung.Taehyung groans, eagerly continuing to fuck himself back on Jungkook’s cock, but Hoseok is grinning when Jungkook glances at him and then there’s another finger slipping inside of him and he hisses at the stretch. He can’t help himself when he pushes back against Hobi’s fingers, seeking that blindingly perfect sensation again.“Is it good Jungkookie?” Hoseok whispers, now standing beside him and whispering into his hair. Jungkook nods, nearly sobbing as Hoseok’s fingers relentlessly touch that place inside of him. “That’s it,” Hobi coos, running his hand down Taehyung’s lower back as he continues fucking his fingers into Jungkook. “My good boys, hm? You’re both such good boys.”Jungkook tosses his head back, nearly shouting as he rests it on Hoseok’s shoulder. Hobi just kisses his neck and tells him to let go.
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After a long sleep, Jungkook wakes up extremely uncomfortable and more than a little overheated. Opening his eyes, he realizes it’s thanks to the two betas asleep practically on top of him. Not that he can really blame them. There’s no way the three of them could fit comfortably in Jungkook’s small bed.Looking at them, Jungkook frowns at how tired they look, even in their sleep. They’re both covered in a thin layer of...well, let’s just call it nasty, and they should really be considered a mess but Jungkook only sees beauty, even as Taehyung drools and Hobi snores. He brushes Hoseok’s hair away from his forehead, thinking about how disgusting he must look himself. It’s a wonder they still want to be around him. He takes a moment to silent appreciate them and how good they are to him. Honestly, he doesn’t deserve them.It’s Taehyung who wakes up first, yawning as Jungkook shifts slightly under him. He gives Jungkook a sleepy, boxy grin. “‘Morning,” he mumbles. “Or, afternoon, evening, night, whatever it is,” he amends with a chuckle.Jungkook laughs a little too and the movement of his chest jostles Hoseok awake. He frowns at the two of them but leans to give each of them a peck. “Did you guys get enough rest?” Jungkook asks, concern coating his tone.Taehyung giggles. “Why? You wanna fuck us again?”Jungkook rolls his eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks. “No, not yet. I just… wanted to talk, I guess.”“Talk?” Hoseok asks, tilting his head cutely.Jungkook nods. “I just...uh, wanted to say thanks. You guys are taking such good care of me and I feel like I don’t deserve you, you know?”Hoseok coos at him and pinches his cheek. “Aw, Jungkookie, of course you do. You deserve the world. And we’re happy to take care of you.”“That’s right!” Tae chimes in. “Besides, you fuck me sooo good,” he adds with a sleazy grin. Jungkook pinches him somewhere on his ribcage. “Oh, shut up.”They all laugh and pass a few kisses back and forth and then Jungkook clears his throat, wanting to say something else but feeling nervous. “I...I think I…”“Hm? What is it? Are you feeling restless again?” Hoseok asks, brushing Jungkook’s bangs away from his eyes.Jungkook shakes his head firmly, not meeting either of their eyes. “N-No… it’s not that, I just… I was thinking that someday I might… you know… what to try it the other way.”“Try it the other way?” Taehyung asks, brow furrowing in confusion. Jungkook feels his face heat up. “Y-Yeah… you know… like, have one of you… fuck me instead,” he mumbles, trailing off at the end as he turns his face away in shame. Some alpha he is. No self-respecting alpha would ask to be fucked and dominated. What’s wrong with him?Hoseok takes Jungkook’s face in his hands and turns him back to them. “Hey, don’t do that. I know what you’re thinking. That does not make you weird or a bad alpha. You’re just Jungkook. You’re you. And if you wanna take it up the ass, who the fuck is gonna tell you that you can’t?” Hoseok says matter-of-factly, shrugging like it really is that simple.Jungkook looks to Taehyung for confirmation and Tae just smiles at him. “I think it’s sweet. I like that you’re different, Jungkookie. And there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed. We’re gonna support you no matter what.”Jungkook feels himself starting to smile and tries to stop it. “Thanks you guys,” he says softly.The two of them share a look and then Tae says, “But you really wanna roll around the sheets with us some more when you’re not in rut?”Jungkook’s eyes go wide, hardly realizing the implications of his previous words. “W-Well, I-I--”“Because we’d really like that,” Hoseok interrupts him, a big grin taking over his face.Jungkook looks between the two of them, a look of disbelief on his features. “Hah… well then, yeah. Yeah, I would.” And Jungkook never thought that mashing his face against two others and trying to kiss two people at once while laughing would be so appealing, but it causes a warm feeling to spread through his chest.
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Half an hour later, Jungkook is panting as he fucks into Hoseok and Taehyung moans at the way Hoseok is forced further inside of him. Jungkook sinks his teeth into the nape of Hoseok’s neck as Taehyung comes, painting his own abdomen white.Hoseok comes right after, fucking Taehyung through the aftershocks until he starts whining in discomfort at the overstimulation. Once Hoseok pulls out, Taehyung closes his eyes and Jungkook thinks for a second that maybe he’s already asleep.Jungkook’s budding orgasm feels a little different and with a sudden realization, he moves to pull out. Hobi reaches behind and clutches at Jungkook’s hip. “No, no, alpha, don’t pull out.”“Hyung, I think I’m gonna knot,” Jungkook explains, his voice small and anxious.Hoseok nods. “That’s okay. You can knot me, Jungkookie. Please, I want it,” he reassures.Jungkook grits his teeth, pinching his eyes shut as those words spark his orgasm. He feels his knot growing and he pushes himself inside once more before stilling, letting his knot finish expanding and his cum pump inside of Hoseok.Hoseok yells, in pain or pleasure Jungkook can’t even tell. When Jungkook opens his eyes, groaning as more cum spills from him, he sees Taehyung sitting up, eyes bright and full pout on his lips.Jungkook sighs as his orgasm finally comes to an end but Taehyung is still pouting intently as Hoseok lays on top of him. “That’s no fair, Jungkookie. I want your knot too,” he whines and Jesus fucking Christ, he has got to be trying to kill Jungkook. “Don’t worry Tae. I think this means my rut is almost over but I’m sure in a little while I can fuck you again if you really want,” Jungkook says in an attempt to placate him.Taehyung breaks out in a huge grin and leans up to kiss Jungkook, making Hoseok groan as he jostles him too much with the soreness of the stretch of Jungkook’s knot.And sure enough, about an hour later, Taehyung is whining about how big Jungkook’s knot is and Jungkook feels bad about it but Tae assures him that it’s hot and he can’t wait to get used to it more in the future. Jungkook just shakes his head in disbelief.
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On multiple occasions, Jungkook has listened to Jimin praise Taehyung and Hoseok for being good betas and taking care of him after his heat or Yoongi after his rut and Jungkook always thought that maybe one day it’d be nice to have the two of them bring him food and water after three days of fucking his fist and humping his bed sheets but instead, he’s scrambling around the kitchen, gathering things to bring back to them.He tries to clean up his room a little while they sleep, stacking their clothes in a pile on Namjoon’s desk and straightening things out. He also grabs a wet washcloth and starts to wipe them down carefully. It’s not a shower, but it’ll do for now.“Jungkookie?” Jungkook shifts his attention upwards to see Taehyung looking down at where Jungkook had been wiping at the dry cum on his ass. “What’re you doing?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes cutely.“Just trying to clean up a bit. Here, drink some water, will you?” he responds, quickly reaching out for the bottle of water he had set on his nightstand.Taehyung complies easily enough, drinking down the whole bottle quickly. “Wow, I didn’t even know I was thirsty until now. It’s crazy. You’d think we’d be withering away after… however long it’s been but it’s amazing how well our biology is made for this kind of stuff.”Jungkook’s brow furrows in confusion. “Is it? I didn’t know that betas were made that way…” he says, embarrassed at how little he actually knows about them.Taehyung nods in a chipper manner. “Yep! Nothing like the constant stamina you probably have. When it’s just the two of us, we’re pretty normal. A little kinky, but pretty laid back,” he says with a shrug and a laugh. “But a beta is engineered to be able to support an alpha or an omega. So with a heat or a rut, our body compensates for our partner, just like an alpha or omega would.”Jungkook nods, extremely interested. He didn’t know that. But it makes sense, in hindsight. They had held up pretty well actually.“Will you wake Hobi-hyung up?” Jungkook asks. Taehyung giggles at him. “You can wake him up, you know. It’s not like he’ll be upset with you. As a matter of fact, he’d probably prefer if it was you who woke him up.”Jungkook frowns in confusion at that, but he just moves to the other side of the bed to gently shake Hoseok’s shoulder gently. Taehyung gestures that he should just kiss him and Jungkook rolls his eyes and flips him off but with a red face, leans in and pecks Hobi on the cheek.Hoseok opens his eyes then, blinking slowly before his eyes focus on Jungkook who smiles softly at him. “Morning sleepyhead,” Jungkook whispers.“Is it morning?” Hobi asks and Jungkook shakes his head a little.“Late afternoon.”Hoseok hums before sitting up and Jungkook goes through the same process of getting him some water before he tries wrangling the two of them into the shower. They whine about getting out of bed but Jungkook eventually manages to drag them off to the bathroom.He stands in the doorway, making sure their all set before turning to leave. The two of them have been showering together for as long as Jungkook can remember. He can wait until they’re done.Just as he’s about to go he feels long, slender fingers wrap around his wrist. When he turns, he’s face-to-face with Taehyung but it’s Hobi who calls, “Join us?”He looks between the two of them, smiling hugely at him. And how can he say no?
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After their shower (which was totally overrated because cramming all three of them in there at once was uncomfortable as hell), they slip out to get dressed before finally heading out to the kitchen after what Jungkook had determined to be three days.Jungkook is a little surprised (and more than a little grateful) to see dinner waiting for them. Jin and Jimin were sitting on one side of the counter top, giving the three of them big smiles as they entered.Jimin pinches at Jungkook’s cheeks, immediately teasing him about his first rut. He brushes Jimin off, complaining about the torture as he continues past him to sit on the opposite side of Jin. Tae and Hobi seat themselves at the table with Namjoon and Yoongi and just before Hoseok takes a bite of food he says, “Jin-hyung? Why does this smell weird?”Jimin snickers beside him and even Jungkook can feel Yoongi’s glare but that doesn’t stop Jimin from giggling. “Actually,” Jin says, “Yoongi made it.” And even Jin is grinning from ear to ear. As Jungkook looks around, he sees matching mischievous smirks on Namjoon and Jimin’s face and though Tae and Hobi look just as confused as Jungkook feels, Yoongi is wearing an aggressively grumpy frown on his face.“Yeah, get over it. It’s not a huge deal. Just shut up and eat your damn dinner,” he grumbles.Jungkook smiles softly to himself and begins to eat his dinner. Tae and Jimin provide most of the noise for their meal, eagerly shouting to each other from across the kitchen. When they’ve finished, Jungkook is bringing his dishes to the sink as the kitchen clears out. After he places them down, he turns to see Yoongi is the only one left in the room. Jungkook flashes him a small smile and reaches to grab his hyung in this awkward kind of one-armed hug. “Thanks, hyung,” he murmurs.Yoongi scoffs, shoving Jungkook away playfully before reaching up and ruffling his hair. “Yeah, sure, you brat. Now go to bed,” he grumbles, smirking as he slinks off to his own room.Jungkook shakes his head, trailing after him to step into his own room. Namjoon is still missing, which makes it easy for Jungkook to start cleaning, stripping all of the sheets and taking them off to the laundry room. On his way back, he stops in the doorway of Tae and Hobi’s room they share with Jimin. He peeks in, smiling at both of there sleeping forms. Tae is sprawled across his upper bunk bed, laying on his stomach and from what of his skin he can see, Jungkook assumes he’s naked.Hoseok is curled up under his blanket, snoring softly. Jungkook stays and smiles at them for perhaps a little too long before Jimin, who’s still awake with his phone illuminating his face in the darkness, whispers, “Atta boy Jungkookie.”“Shut up, hyung,” he grumbles but he doesn’t stop grinning all the way back to his room. Wow. He didn’t even know he could feel like this, all nervous but excited for the future.