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Omega couples were rare, so it was not unusual that Jungkook couldn’t tell that they were omegas at first. They were both taller than him, and even wider in stature. As an alpha, albeit a baby alpha who just had his first rut, he was a little intimidated by the two older omegas. All he had to his favour was his alpha identity, some guarantee that he could have the upper hand. But even that was gone when Namjoon and Seokjin told him what they wanted.
Jungkook sat and listened, how the omegas got off to alphas submitting to them, and they’d like it very much if Jungkook could be a good, obedient little alpha. Submitting to these two powerful older men, them being in charge of his pleasure seemed like a dream, and to be getting paid for it? Even better. And then they tell him they don’t want him to sit pretty while they fuck themselves on his knot. They don’t want his knot at all, but they want to fuck him.
The alpha thinks for a while at that, because he’s never bottomed. And for an omega? Seems taboo. Alphas aren’t supposed to be treated this way, but he can’t deny the rush of heat that travels to the pit of his stomach and settles there at the proposition, as if urging him to agree, to submit, to let them fuck him. It can’t get any worse than that right? And money is money.
Jungkook agrees to it, and they discuss the scene thoroughly before arranging the day of the deed. Apart from kinks, they establish that while the two omegas may be strong, they won’t have a chance if Jungkook’s alpha instincts act up—so restraints would be necessary.
That's how Jungkook finds himself on an absurdly fluffy bed in their expensive hotel room, face down and vulnerable, heat quickly creeping up his skin—because sure, he's had lots of sex with omegas. But never like this.
Jungkook's not shy about his body, he knows that his hours at the gym have gifted him with a sculpted body, abs of steel, and a tiny little waist. He doesn’t even know how tiny it was until Namjoon's hands were circling it, pinning him to the bed while Seokjin attaches the cuffs of the spreader bar to his ankles.
He's never been the one to sit there and take it, to be on display while his partners watch. And they're not just watching.
"He's a pretty alpha, isn't he?" Namjoon asks, squeezing Jungkook's waist once more before letting go.
"Very pretty, take a look," comments Seokjin, who’s finally finished attaching the straps, and testing them for stability. He unsheathes the bar, spreading Jungkook's legs wide apart for their viewing pleasure, smirking at the restrained alpha’s gasp, and the way his scent turns rich and heady with arousal.
Namjoon's hands glide down to his hips, and then his ass.
"You ever touched yourself here, baby?" murmurs Namjoon, circling his thumbs close to Jungkook's rim, but not touching.
"No," Jungkook answers, his voice high-pitched from the older omega calling his baby. He coughs.
"Good."
Seokjin positions him so that his hips don't touch the bed anymore, on his knees with his face down, ass slightly lifted. It's only so that he can't rut against the bed for what they're about to do.
They plan to open him up slowly, Namjoon spreading his cheeks open only so that Jungkook can blush pink everywhere. Humiliation sears him because they're only looking, and then– he feels a wet sensation directly on his hole.
Jungkook makes a soft noise and squirms, wiggling his feet, but there's not much else he can do except grab onto the fuzzy white pillows on the bed with his tattooed arms. Seokjin's tongue is insistent lapping at his sensitive rim where he's never even been touched before, and now he plans to eat him out until he’s delirious.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Namjoon chuckles, watching Jungkook's cock swell up, hanging between his legs with nowhere to rut against. Jungkook is completely at their mercy.
Seokjin is relentless, circling wetly around his rim with teasing touches. Jungkook gets just a little desperate, but when his tongue enters him he loses it, because it feels so good.
"Please- I can't," Jungkook whines, shaking in the restraints. "Need more."
Namjoon rubs over his ass soothingly, "Are you sure, baby? You know what you're doing to us?"
Jungkook knows, he can smell the slick of the two omegas, cloyingly sweet. He's used to dipping his own cock into slick but now it hangs freely under him, leaking into the sheets. He whines, struggling in the restraints.
Seokjin and Namjoon are aroused just from looking at the alpha's physical reactions, the way his scent reeks of desperation when he realises he's truly stuck.
"Shh, baby, we'll take care of you," whispers Namjoon, petting Jungkook's hair, "Are you ready for our fingers?"
Jungkook nods, on the brink of tears from Seokjin's skilful tongue. He hisses when the scent of slick grows heavier - Seokjin must be fingering himself - but then he feels more wetness dribbling onto his hole.
His cock throbs almost painfully when it hits him that Seokjin is about to finger him with his slick.
An omega's slick—inside him. Jungkook could never have imagined it would turn him on so much.
His quivering entrance tenses up when Seokjin's fingers begin to press in, seeking the warm heat, and Jungkook growls involuntarily, deep within his chest.
"Oh, pup, is your alpha objecting to getting fingered open?" Seokjin asks, almost amused.
Jungkook's growl ends up in a whimper at the words, and he can't hide from the pleasure. It's overpowering, and his back arches for more, making Seokjin reach deeper inside him. His cock has made a mess of precum underneath him, and the two omegas coo at how worked up the alpha is.
"Baby's leaking so much. Cute," Namjoon laughs, watching the alpha's hole take two of Seokjin's fingers.
He leaks even more when Seokjin grazes his prostate. They watch Jungkook submit to them completely, mouth dropping open and going lax, all the reluctance fading away to make place for mind-numbing desire.
They praise Jungkook through the fingering, through his whining and whimpering, for it takes a while and more lube and more slick. It takes four fingers before Seokjin is satisfied, pulling out to look at his handiwork. He even undoes the spreader bar, because they've run out of use for it. Jungkook is open for them. They watch his pretty hole clench around nothing, listen to him wail, feeling empty.
"Does our baby alpha need a cock inside him?" Seokjin asks, getting Jungkook onto his knees, so that he can line up with his ass.
"Please, need you–" Jungkook's voice comes muffled from the pillow, and Namjoon lifts him up so he can beg clearly.
"Hmm, who do you need, baby?" he asks, looking at the alpha's flushed red cheeks. Seokjin awaits his answer as well, tapping the head of his cock against Jungkook's slick hole.
Jungkook groans.
"Come on baby, if you want it, you gotta beg for it," says Seokjin, rubbing it in just to tease.
"O-omega please," Jungkook chokes out, "Need your cock in me."
They both coo at him, cocks hardening at his words. "Does the alpha need an omega's cock in his needy little hole?"
"Need it, need it, please!" Jungkook wails, feeling the tip of Seokjiin's dick enter him, and then he's being filled.
"Shh, baby, we'll give it to you," Seokjin soothes him, rubbing his lower back that Jungkook has obediently kept arched up for him because he wants to be a good alpha so bad.
Seokjin thrusts into him, and Jungkook moans at the feeling of being full for the first time. He's waited for so long, being eaten out and fingered and then made to beg, he's desperate for it. Slick and lube drip down to his swollen cock, untouched yet still leaking.
The two omegas have been waiting too, just seeing the alpha lose himself in his forbidden pleasure. Namjoon can tell Seokjin's close, and his hand travels down to Jungkook's cock. The alpha mewls, his eyes rolling back.
"Are you going to come, pup?" he asks, maddeningly circling his tip with his thumb. Jungkook doesn't need much more stimulation, worked up as he is. He can't even answer the question, crumbling into noisy whimpers while Seokjin rubs at his prostate in stuttering motions.
Seokjin comes inside him, fresh slick painting his thighs, while Namjoon continues to rub Jungkook, sending him off into his own orgasm. He comes so hard he forgets where he is, crying into the pillow as his cock releases into Namjoon's fist.
Jungkook is flipped over, cheeks blotchy and all pliant and soft, allowing himself to be manhandled by the two men, settling in Seokjin's lap. He looks down at himself, where Seokjin came, inside, come dripping down and it feels so satisfying—in spite of it being against his natural instinct. He attempts to close his legs, just a little shy because he’s so messy and sloppy but Seokjin and Namjoon hold him apart.
It's to praise him for taking cock so well. An omega’s cock, and he did such a good job for his first time. Jungkook’s cock swells up at the praise and the sweet, sweet humiliation of it all, combined with his intense orgasm, it makes his head soar up into the clouds.
Seokjin keeps him spread in his lap, facing him as he leans back against the headboard. Even through the haze, Jungkook can feel Namjoon getting ready to fuck him. The scent of his slick almost gives him a head rush as Namjoon coats his cock with it.
Jungkook can barely contain himself, skin trembling with the anticipation, until Namjoon finally pushes in, to fuck Seokjin's come and slick back into Jungkook.
Seokjin plays with his cock, rubbing the knot skin and coaxing it to rise, squeezing when he achieves it. Jungkook is twice as sensitive now, mumbling incoherently, every nerve ending on overdrive. He pops his knot in Seokjin's hand while Namjoon is fucking him, and they're delighted.
"What should we do with this little knot, hmm?" Seokjin asks, delivering a light smack on the base of it. Namjoon chuckles.
"'s- 's not' not li'l-" Jungkook hiccups, moaning when Seokjin taps him harder.
"Baby alpha with a useless little knot. Does Namjoon fucking you feel that good pup? Felt so good, you popped a knot," Seokjin taunts him, rubbing his fingers in the slick mess of come and lube, and bringing it up to Jungkook's knot.
"You're going to knot my hand," Seokjin tells him like it's obvious, and Jungkook can't talk back, because Namjoon begins to pound into him in earnest, feels like he's splitting him open with his cock all over again, or maybe it's just more intense with because he’s slick with come, and his poor knot is in Seokjin's hands.
The two omegas don’t know how they got so lucky with Jungkook, who’s whimpering adorably, at their mercy, but they can tell he loves it, loves being broken down and dominated by two omegas. He’s so sensitive too, and as Namjoon's hands move to his chest, squeezing the mounds of flesh there, teasing his nipples, Jungkook's knot throbs and swells in Seokjin's hand. The omega takes the opportunity to squeeze his knot, and that's all it takes for Jungkook to release.
“Oh- omega, please-” Jungkook seizes up as he comes, and the two men have to hold him steadfast. Jungkook flails uncontrollably, his knot releasing into Seokjin's tight grip, so much more come than the last time.
“Sweet alpha, knotting me so well,” Seokjin says, squeezing and stroking him through it, murmuring praises into his ear as Namjoon fucks him through his long-drawn orgasm. The knot slowly deflates as it empties, and Jungkook gets oversensitive, shivering and twitching through the aftershocks. His hole clenches tight around Namjoon, and he isn't able to hold back either.
Namjoon releases into him with a moan, pulling out as he does because Jungkook is positively quaking from the overstimulation. His come drips out of Jungkook, who whimpers at the loss.
“You really like being filled, baby,” Namjoon comments, lost in a daze as well, as he coaxes out the rest of his come over Jungkook’s spent cock, offering some perceptible relief for Jungkook.
He likes the warm feeling and the way it looks over him, likes being filled with all that come. Seokjin takes it further, reaching down between Jungkook’s spread legs to run his fingers in the filthy mess, and rubs it over Jungkook’s skin, marking him.
The two omegas look at each other, content and relaxed with a trembling mess between them. Clean up can wait. For now, they cuddle up with Jungkook between them, praising him for doing such a good job, taking their cocks so well. Jungkook dozes off, unwinding between their glowing bodies, between the scents of sex and utter bliss.
"That went so much better than expected," murmurs Namjoon to Seokjin, who hums in agreement, carding his fingers through their sugar baby's messy hair.
Maybe after he wakes up, they can talk about needing his services again, or more.