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Jungkook can usually tell when his heat is approaching.

He feels more irritable, hornier. Picks fights with the other pack omegas for no reason, and wants to be next to Pack Leader for an unusual amount of time. He also masturbates a lot. Not to talk about the fevers and the way he eats six bowls of ramen all by himself in every meal, and how many pillows and blankets with the alphas’ scents he nests on his bed. 

So, since none of that has been happening for the past week, his heat’s arrival comes as a shock. 

Jungkook’s in his bed, surrounded by his pillows and this one shark plushie he insisted on getting when he and Hoseok went to an amusement park a couple months ago, and he feels hot . Feverish. Cock semi-hard between his legs. And before Jungkook has even fully gained consciousness, he’s already pissed off. It’s not a good time for his heat to hit him without warning. 

It’s fucking finals week. 

They live in a big house, but his omega pheromones wouldn’t take too hard to reach the pack. Especially not Namjoon. And for a moment, Jungkook feels his insides twist at the prospect of having Namjoon’s big arms and warm body enveloping him when he needs it the most, but then he remembers Pack Leader isn’t home. Fuck . Namjoon’s not even in the city right now. Stupid fucking art convention in Busan. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath, rolling onto his stomach. When he was younger, it made him ashamed how easily his hips bucked against his sheets, on the pillow between his legs. Even before his first heat, Jungkook felt this aching inside of him from time to time, and whenever he felt like engaging it, shame burned hot on his neck. He still did it, though. Despite the flush on his cheeks, Jungkook still rubbed himself on the pillow until his cock hardened and his slick made a mess of the sheets.

Now it’s not much different, except he’s almost 30 and there are six other people he would prefer to be rubbing against instead of his duvet. 

What time is it? How long does an omega need to be feverish and horny before at least one of his boyfriends comes running? 

A brief knock on the door answers his question only a moment later. Jungkook whines, nostrils engulfed by the smell of another omega’s slick. He turns again, lying on his back with his legs spread open, half-hard cock barely hidden by his shorts. Jungkook eyes the purple door he and Jimin had painted his room with a few months prior.

“Just come in,” he whimpers. “ Come in .”

The door creaks open right after, Jimin’s blonde hair appearing a second before his puffy eyes. He had been sleeping. Did Jungkook’s smell wake him up? The thought makes a shiver run down his spine.

“Baby,” Jimin crooks, stepping inside. His eyes quickly widen as he takes in the state of the younger omega. “Your heat broke out just like that?”

Jungkook pouts, lifting his hands in grabby motion. He always gets needy when he’s in heat (he’s needy all the time), but there’s something about his omega boyfriends that makes Jungkook even more pathetic. Once, Yoongi suggested that it’s because they go through the same hormonal changes and therefore their connection is different than to their alphas and betas, and maybe he’s right. Yoongi is mostly always right. 

“You want me to get in bed with you?” Jimin asks teasingly, smiling sweetly at him. He looks down at Jungkook’s hands for a moment. “But I need to get you water, and snacks, and make sure everyone knows so we can all take care of you.”

“Just–” Jungkook tries, more slick gushing from between his asscheeks at another omega’s proximity. This was also a source of shame for him, at first. How wet he got because of others like him. It took Jungkook a couple years to accept his sexuality to be fluid and oh, so perfect, because of it. “Stay with me for now? Is nobody else home?”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” Jimin approaches the bed, getting into it on all fours, eyes going over Jungkook’s twisting body. “You’re all hard and sweaty. I could smell your lavender scent from across the corridor. I bet anyone coming in the apartment block can smell it, too. You think we’ll have random alphas slamming our front door this time, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook shakes his head, breathing out through his lips. He doesn’t have any memories of that happening, was too lost in the pleasure and exhaustion of it all, but his boyfriends had told him about it; how a couple alphas had come to the door asking if the unclaimed omega in heat needed help, and Taehyung snarled them away. Rumor has it the young alpha was never seen so pissed off before, and since. 

“Oh, you pretty little thing…” Jimin trails off, voice hoarse as he runs his fingers over Jungkook’s thigh, up to the wet patch on his tight shorts. He touches him lightly over the briefs, making Jungkook jerk. Jimin chuckles, sliding over him, arms on each side of Jungkook’s body. He looks down at him. “Hyung’s gonna take such good care of you, omega.”

Holding his weight up with his left hand, Jimin slides the other one inside Jungkook’s shorts, taking his aching cock between his small fingers, slithering it up and down his length in fast twists of his wrist. Jungkook gasps, shutting his eyes closed as desire pulses across his body, the omega within him eagerly embracing another omega’s stimulation. The smell of Jimin’s slick mixes with his own quickly, in a perfect pool of alpha enticement, and before he knows it, as Jimin continues to milk him for all his worth, muttering sweet words of encouragement, his heat’s first release hits him. Jungkook quivers, more slick gushing out from his hole, cock still hard in Jimin’s hand. 

“Thank you, thank you,” he mutters. Jungkook presses his hands on each of Jimin’s biceps, warmth washing over him. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, baby, you’re so good for hyung,” he praises, leaning down to press a wet kiss to the side of Jungkook’s mouth. Blinking his eyes open, Jungkook chews on his bottom lip as he takes in Jimin’s blonde locks and sweet smile, so much fondness pouring out of his chest it almost overpowers the desire. Almost. “Came so fast, baby, you always come so fast.”

Jungkook breathes out, twisting as Jimin slides his hand off his cock to touch the place in between his asscheeks, so wet and sensitive. The man circles Jungkook’s rim with a finger, smirking as that only makes the younger omega spread his legs wider. He feels so hot, so heavy, so delirious already. His body is begging to be filled, to be knotted, to be worshiped. Jungkook teeths at his bottom lip, hands grabbing Jimin’s hair to pull him down for a kiss. He’s hardly ever assertive when with the others, but with Jimin, with Yoongi, it’s easier. Jungkook feels the urge to kiss them, to tell them what he wants, to guide them to the places he needs the most. 

He slips his tongue inside Jimin’s mouth, moaning around the kiss and the two digits pressing inside of him, hips buckling down to meet the shallow thrusts. It’s not enough, it’s never enough when he’s in heat, but it’s good . Jungkook enjoys the slow build up despite the wolf within growling for more , deeper , faster . Jimin fucks his fingers into Jungkook lazily, kisses him slowly, touches him softly. The waves of pleasure forge themselves up in slow motion, almost painfully so, and by the time Jimin adds a third finger, Jungkook’s properly a mess. 

“Hyung, please, please,” he begs. “Please, it hurts.”

Jimin hums, kissing down his neck, licking over the scent gland over and over again, always so easily getting Jungkook’s omega to submit to him. The younger one twists his neck to the side, moaning pathetically as Jimin’s drenched fingers curl up against his prostate, oozing more slick out of him as he comes on his fingers, crying out Jimin’s name. He holds onto Jimin’s back, clinging to him, breathing his boyfriend’s own arousal. If he were to touch the other omega, Jungkook would find him leaking as much as he is. The thought of it, of Jimin’s selflessness to pleasure only him when he’s also aching causes a wave of gratitude strong enough to reach his tear ducts. 

“Good omega,” his boyfriend whispers, planting a kiss on Jungkook’s scent gland before slipping his fingers out of him. The emptiness makes Jungkook whimper. He needs– he needs to be full, he needs to have something in him, he can’t be empty . “Taste yourself.”

The wetness of Jimin’s digits press over Jungkook’s dry mouth, the lavender scent inebriating even for himself. He sticks his tongue out to lick them, eyes on Jimin as he cleans his fingers clean. 

“Good boy.”

“Let me help you, hyung,” Jungkook asks, hand sliding under Jimin’s shorts. “Let me–”

“Not now, baby,” Jimin replies softly. “You’re the one in heat, alright? Let me focus on you.”

He stands up from the bed, going straight to Jungkook’s nightstand and grabbing one of his butt plugs. The mere sight of the object makes Jungkook wiggle on the mattress, more slick pouring out of him. So fucking pathetic. Jimin sits next to him and pulls down his shorts, willing Jungkook to spread his legs a little more just so he can press the plug in his hole. As soon as he feels it inside, and feels the stretch of it, Jungkook relaxes a bit. He grabs his shark plushie and takes a breath, semi hard cock resting on his upper thigh. 

“I’ll be right back, baby,” Jimin promises, caressing his cheek. “Try to rest. You have long days ahead of you.”

“Where are you going, hyung?” He asks, voice small. Jungkook’s hole clenches around the plug, sweat dribbles down his forehead. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“I know, baby, hyung’s just gonna get snacks and one of Namjoon’s sweaters for you, alright? And I need to text the others so they can come by as quickly as possible.”

Jungkook pouts, nodding. Before he leaves, Jimin presses a kiss to his cheek. The room grows quiet and hot, and, as the seconds tick by, Jungkook only feels more restless. He breathes in and out, shirt clinging onto his sticky skin, lower half of his body bare. There’s nothing worse than being alone during a heat cycle; even if it’s brief, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Rationality slips off and the wolf within takes over fairly quickly, so, despite knowing he won’t be by himself for long, Jungkook can’t help the tears that gather in the corner of his eyes.

“Alpha,” he calls out, picturing Taehyung’s hands on his hips and Namjoon’s chest against his back. Where are his alphas? What could possibly be more important than knotting their omega? And what about the other ones, why would they let him drown in a pool of his own slick all by himself? Where are his betas, his omegas? Even if they can’t knot him, they can still help. Jimin… Jimin helped. But it aches again, he aches again. “Jimin-ah, please, come back, everything– everything hurts.”

He wraps his hand around his cock, squeezing it tightly. Jungkook buries his face on the plushie, moving his fingers up and down the length, but it’s barely a relief. Not enough . His own touch, it’s never enough, not after Jungkook’s found out what actual pleasure feels like, what other people, his people, his pack, can do for him. Still, he jerks himself off, because Jimin hasn’t come back yet, and there’s no one else in the house, why is no one else in the house? 

Jungkook moans softly in the midst of his tears, unsure of what emotion dominates him right now. He feels alone, needy, horny, abandoned. Protest dies down in his throat whenever another wave of pleasure curses through his overheated frame. Precome dribbles down his fingers when he picks up the pace, strangled gasps screeching out his throat. Not enough . His own hand is not enough, the plug in his hole is not enough. Jungkook needs more, he needs them .

Where the fuck are they?

The alpha’s strong peppermint scent spreads across his skin before the door creaks open. Jungkook shifts on the bed immediately, letting go of his cock and perking his ass. He blinks towards the figure looming close to him, whining when the alpha places a hand on his lower back.

“Baby,” Taehyung mutters, low and commanding. “I came as soon as Jiminie texted me. Oh, my darling, you’re crying. Alpha’s here now, don’t worry, sweetheart.”

“ Alpha ,” Jungkook cries out. “ Please .”

Taehyung hums, tugging the plug out of him swiftly. Jungkook whines, hole clenching around nothing. The alpha’s musky scent swirls around Jungkook’s mind, right down to his bones and his desperate need to submit. All of his being, all of who he is needs Taehyung; his touch, his lips, his hands, his knot. Jungkook can barely breathe, face down on the pillow, ass in the air, fever running as high as his desire to be stuffed and fucked until he forgets his own name.

“ Alpha .”

“I’m here, I’m here,” Taehyung assures him, hand sliding from his back to the slickness of his hole. “I could smell you from the elevator, Jungkookie, your pheromones, they’re just so fucking strong. Your omega is basically begging to be knotted, baby, that’s what you want, right? You want alpha’s knot.”

Jungkook moans out a desperate yes , nodding his head as more tears fall onto the bridge of his nose and the pillow under his head. He clenches again, hoping that Taehyung can smell it, feel it, and doesn’t make him wait any longer because it hurts . Jungkook’s hurting so fucking bad, and he needs it to stop, he needs Taehyung to have him, to fuck him into the mattress until it stops hurting, until there’s come dribbling down Jungkook’s shaky legs, until the omega within is satisfied. 

The mere thought of it, of having Taehyung’s cock slipping inside of him, fucking him raw, gets another wave of slick to gush out of Jungkook’s already pathetically wet hole. He whines, wiggling his ass, eyes on the alpha standing next to him, still completely dressed. Taehyung’s long wavy brown hair covers most of his face as he slides one of his long fingers into the omega’s hole, but Jungkook can smell his arousal. He can hear the low growling erupting from his throat. 

“You take it so well, omega, but it’s not enough for you, is it?” The alpha murmurs before adding a second finger. The easiness in which it slips in would make Jungkook flush if he wasn’t so fucking horny. “So warm, baby, can’t wait to have you around my cock.”

“Now,” Jungkook whines. “Do it now , alpha, please, I– I want it.”

Taehyung chuckles softly, speeding up his thrusts. Jungkook moans around nothing, wiggling his ass back against the fingers. 

“You always get so fucking needy when you’re in heat, baby, can’t stand not being full,” he comments, curling his fingers just right. “But you’re full right now, no?”

“Yes,” Jungkook manages to get out, voice low and shaky. The digits continue to go in and out of him rapidly, getting him impossibly more aroused than he already was, curled up just right against his prostate, but it’s– “Not enough. I need your cock, alpha, please, please.”

Jungkook feels so deliriously empty when Taehyung pulls his fingers out of him suddenly that he barely registers Jimin has come back. He smells him before he sees him, but soon enough, one of the omega’s hands finds itself on Jungkook’s face, clearing his tears away while the other caresses his hair. Taehyung’s scent has also spiked, becoming heavier now that two omegas are in the room. He’s positioned himself behind Jungkook, both hands on his ass, spreading it apart. Jungkook wants to look back at him, to stare at his eyes as the alpha takes him from behind, but when Taehyung presses the tip against his rim, all Jungkook can do is shove his face on the pillow harder and moan. 

“So tight for hyung, baby, so wet,” Taehyung praises, slowly pushing himself into his depths. He holds the asscheeks apart, easing his length into Jungkook, an inch at a time, and the drag of it is mind-numbing. The omega tries to push his pelvis behind, wants it all inside him and he wants it now , but Taehyung’s stronger. He holds him in place, snarling at the omega’s attempt to take more than he’s given. “Be patient, omega, alpha will give you what you want.”

His cock’s hard again, resting against his stomach, leaking as Taehyung pushes leisurely into him. He and Jimin have that in common; they like to take their time, to drive him insane. They will push Jungkook to the brink of nirvana only to pull him back and build it all up again. It doesn’t really work like that during a heat cycle, though; as slow as they like to fuck him, Jungkook’s too horny to take it. So he cums and cums again, crashing in small waves instead of big ones. He enjoys it, craves it. The first day of his heat is always the hardest, the one where he is most horny, more feverish, more needy. 

Jungkook needs their patience to take him where he needs to go again and again, because he has none. He will beg, and cry, and ask them to go faster, to do it harder, because his subgender doesn’t understand as well as he does that this is exactly what the omega within him needs. The omega in Jungkook needs Taehyung to slide into him inch by inch, pulling back and pushing forward slowly, maddeningly, because that way, Jungkook can cum around his cock before he knots him. He can shiver on the drag of Taehyung’s cock inside him, crying out in pleasure as Jimin’s tongue slides over his scent gland. He can ride out his orgasm while an alpha’s cock is still pulsing in him, dragging its girth on his sensitive walls, and he can sink his teeth on the pillow under his head as that same alpha bottoms out.

Full . Jungkook’s finally, finally full again.

“You can take it, right, omega?” Taehyung asks, voice restrained, pubes pressed firmly against Jungkook’s ass. He circles his hips, and Jungkook whines under him, breathing in his musky dominating scent as well as Jimin’s sweet, submissive one. It’s enough to drive anyone mad, but Jungkook’s in heat , he feels so fucking gone already, and he hasn’t even be knotted yet. Taehyung starts dragging his cock out, and Jungkook can’t do anything other than try to breathe through his lips, eyes on Jimin’s flushed cheeks. The omega’s eyes are dark, as aroused as his scent, but still, he caresses Jungkook’s cheek with so much love, so much adoration. Taehyung holds his sweaty hips. “Gonna fuck you now, Jungkookie.”

“Please,” he begs, running his tongue over his dry lips. “Hyung, please, please, knot me, I need you, please, it hurts so much.”

Taehyung picks up the pace, plunging his cock into Jungkook’s warmth. Slick dribbles down his shaky thighs as the alpha slides his thickness in and out of the eager hole. Jungkook clenches around him, moaning out indescribable pleadings, knuckles white as he holds onto the pillow, body moving up and down the mattress the harder Taehyung fucks into him. 

“You always take it so well, omega,” the alpha praises, thumbs digging into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips, holding him up steady as his knees threaten to give in. No matter how many times he’s been fucked and stretched by the alpha’s cock, it’s still maddening, it’s still breathtaking, knees buckley. Too big, too fucking big. “Love fucking you, love knotting you.”

Jungkook moans, clenching even harder. He blinks at Jimin, feeling his body approach another messy orgasm. The drag of Taehyung’s cock on his walls is driving Jungkook insane, and he needs– he needs–

“Kiss me,” he begs the other omega. “Hyung, please, kiss me.”

Jimin’s on him in a second. His tongue runs over the seam of Jungkook’s lips and the younger omega opens up, gladly drinking from the wetness of his mouth. Jungkook breathes in, tongue rolling against Jimin’s as he is fucked through his orgasm. He moans into Jimin’s lips, one hand still holding onto the pillow, but the other firmly pulling at the omega’s blonde locks. Jimin’s nails drag alongside Jungkook’s back, and once again, he can feel and smell the man’s arousal. So pretty, so warm. Jungkook could drown in it, would drown in it.

“Shit, you two are so fucking hot,” Taehyung grunts, hips faltering for a second. He picks up the pace quickly, hammering his cock into Jungkook with intent. The omega whines, sensitiveness taking over him. The alpha’s scent spikes again, and Jungkook breaks the kiss to look back at him. Taehyung’s all red cheeks, dark pupils and slack jaw. His hair is sticking to the sides of his face and he looks so goddamn perfect. “Wanna kiss you, too, baby.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Taehyung’s pulling him up, a hand around Jungkook’s chest, the other still holding his hip, cock plunged into his depths when Jungkook turns his face the best he can to kiss his alpha boyfriend. It’s messy, all teeth and tongue, but it’s good, it’s everything, it’s all Jungkook needs. Taehyung keeps fucking into him lazily, now more focused in giving him a good kiss.

Jungkook feels the thick cock pulsing in his sensitive walls, tummy curling in expectation for what’s yet to come. Taehyung’s tongue is rougher than Jimin’s, his grip is tighter, but Jungkook drowns in it just the same. He feels so lucky, so loved. Always given the best of everything, always greedy for all of it, and Jungkook was once ashamed of it, but not anymore, not during a heat. No matter how tired he gets, no matter how spent his body feels, between a kiss and another, his body is already begging for more.

“Knot me,” he chokes out, fingers intertwined on Taehyung’s damp locks. “Need you to breed me, alpha.”

And as gentle he is, as loving as he always strives to be, the alpha within Taehyung growls at the words. He breaks the kiss, placing both his big hands on each side of Jungkook’s hips and pulling him almost all the way off his cock, only to drag his ass back down, like a ragged doll. The position allows his cock to go deeper, to feel thicker, and Jungkook could very well do it himself; he could place his knees firmer on the bed and choose the pace in which he would like to sit on this cock. He could, but why would he?

Taehyung has set a pace. He moves Jungkook’s body and his own, cock plunging inside the omega hard, the slap of skin against skin mixing with Jungkook’s loud moans and Taehyung’s quiet grunts. It’s all very animalistic, closer to their wolf than their human, but it’s exactly how it always ends with them. 

Slow, gentle, soft and maddening, until it’s not. Until Jungkook asks to be bred and Taehyung’s alpha takes over. He keeps fucking harshly into the omega’s pliant body, and Jungkook feels the exact moment the knot starts to expand. It stretches inside his walls and molds him with it. Taehyung keeps dragging his cock into him until he no longer can, until his knot is big enough to lock them in place. Jungkook squirms, body locking up in a very dry orgasm, scream stuck in his throat as he feels ropes of cum being spilled into him.

It’s all so fucking messy, it’s always so fucking messy to be knotted. 

The cum dribbles down his thighs and Jungkook squeaks, a bit lost between pleasure and oversensitivity as he feels the cock continue to pulse inside him. The knot’s fully expanded, stuck inside him, breeding him exactly like how he wanted, and Jungkook finally feels his body less hot, less needy. It won’t last, it never does, but while he’s knotted, while that familiar pain stretches his walls, while he’s full , Jungkook is satisfied. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, words dragged out, throat dry. “Both of you.”

Taehyung holds him tighter, kisses his neck. Blinking lazily, Jungkook sees Jimin grab a water bottle and bring it closer to him. There’s even a straw. He sucks on the object, feeling relieved when the cold liquid goes down his throat. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “You’re so good to me.”

Jimin caresses his cheek. “Why don’t you eat a protein bar now?”

“Later,” Jungkook replies. “Tired.”

As if moving by command, Taehyung maneuvers the two of them to another position; laid down on their side, with Jungkook’s head on his bicep, and his arm around his hip, bodies still locked tight. Good. Full. Bred. 

“Alright, darling,” Jimin agrees. “Later.”

Jungkook exhales a soft breath and closes his eyes, the sweet smell of cotton and the muskness of peppermint wrapped around him like a warm embrace. 

He wakes up suddenly, blinking rapidly, confused at the darkness of his room. Jungkook feels a hand on him, but the musky scent is gone. Betrayal wraps around his heart as arousal curls on his lower belly and pulses in his empty hole. His head is heavy, his throat is dry and his skin burns.  

He remembers waking up before and Taehyung still being there, still inside of him despite the knot having gone down. The alpha kissed his nape and told him to go back to sleep, to rest a little more. Jungkook felt hungry, but he didn’t want Taehyung to move, and Jimin didn’t seem to be there anymore, so he just drifted back to slumber. 

“Where did he go?” He asks now. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Hey, baby, Taehyungie was called to work,” Seokjin murmurs, a big hand flat on Jungkook’s stomach. “But I’m here.”  

Jungkook sucks his bottom lip, turning his body towards Seokjin and stuffing his face on the creek of the beta’s neck. He breathes him in, semi-hard cock pulsing on his naked thigh. Whatever hunger he felt now burns on the back of his mind, body craving for something different.

“Please, hyung, touch me.”

Seokjin wraps an arm around Jungkook’s torso and the other around his cock. He moves his wrist briskly, breath coming off shallow as Jungkook twists and moans at the pleasure that quickly spreads through his limbs. He feels himself get wetter, slick between his asscheeks and dribbling down his shaft. Seokjin’s too good at this. The best. Even if Jungkook wasn’t in heat, he would be squirming in seconds. 

The roughness of Seokjin’s palm dragging on his cock makes Jungkook roll his eyes back, mouth falling open over the beta’s scent gland, so fucking close to cumming already. He feels his body rested enough to fuck up into Seokjin’s thigh grip, not minding the lack of finesse, just wanting, needing, craving.

Jungkook breathes heavily against his skin as they both build him up for release, and the omega can’t help the urge to sink his teeth on the flesh of Seokjin’s neck, trembling around him as his orgasm hits. The beta squeaks at the sharp pain, but his rhythm doesn’t relant; he milks Jungkook through it and for all his worth. 

“Feel better now, baby?” 

“More,” Jungkook whispers, cock still hard, face still buried in the crook of his neck. So calming, so good. He feels so safe with Seokjin. So safe and so fucking desperate. “I need you, hyung, I– it hurts so much.”

“I know it does, baby, I know.”

Seokjin kisses his cheek, the corner of his mouth and his neck. He trails his lips down the omega’s aflame body, tongue slipping over the sensitive naked skin, and the darkness of the room only serves to make this moment more intimate, more passionate. Jungkook tries to pull in air through his lips, hands coming up to his warm cheeks when Seokjin takes the tip of his cock into his mouth. 

Pleasure spreads over Jungkook so fucking quickly, so goddamn beautifully, and all he can do is squirm as his hyung uses one hand to keep him in place and the other to slide two slender fingers into his gaping hole. Seokjin bobs his head up and down Jungkook’s cock in the same rhythm he fucks his digits into him. It’s overwhelming and breathtaking and a squeaky moan erupts from deep down Jungkook’s throat just as Seokjin curls his fingers against his prostate.

Jungkook spreads his legs wider, moans slipping off his mouth like a prayer, or a pleading. He wishes he could look down and watch Seokjin take him into his mouth, all the way down to his pubes like he’s doing now, oh, so fucking easily, opening up his throat to take a cock like it’s nothing. Jungkook can picture, though, how sinful Seokjin looks, how wide his lips are stretched. He takes his hands to the beta’s hair, pulling at the strands, asking for more, harder. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out when a third finger is plunged roughly into him. “So good, hyung, harder, please, please .”

The beta swirls his tongue around the sensitive head, pressing his digits on the engorged bundle of nerves. The overflowing stimulation makes Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, sinfully loud moans cursing out of him. He loves feeling too much all at once, loves having his soul pulled out of him through his cock, and Seokjin’s the best at doing it. When this is brought up in conversations, often when they are drunk, the eldest of the pack blushes, ears going red, but it’s true and they all agree.

No one is better at giving head than Seokjin.

“Hyung, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” the young omega warns, choking up on his own saliva. He throws his head back, body crashing around the expert mouth, twisting as the beta’s fingers continue to abuse his prostate through and beyond his orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jungkook asks because he can’t help himself, but he knows Seokjin wouldn’t dare. He swallowed all of his release and popped his lips off Jungkook’s cock only to mouth along his trembling thigh, fingers moving in and out of him lazily. The thoughts cursing through Jungkook’s mind are filthy, overwhelming, primal. All he wants, all he needs, is to be teased, to be fucked, to be held down and taken. 

He says as much, asks Seokjin to keep having his way with him, to do everything, anything. Blabs about needing to be filled, about two fingers not being enough, about how badly he craves his cock. Seokjin doesn’t reply, doesn’t talk dirty to him like some of the others would. He just does exactly what he’s being begged to do; he gives Jungkook more .

A third finger is added to his gaping, slick hole. He fucks the digits in and out rapidly, teeths grazing the soft sensitive skin of Jungkook’s thigh. The movements send a constant wave of pleasure through Jungkook’s burning body, legs spread as wide as they can go, his hard cock aching against his stomach. Jungkook pulls at Seokjin’s hair locks, unable to keep himself still as the beta adds a fourth finger. The stretch stings, rendering him even weaker than he already felt. 

Jungkook’s broken moans fall from his lips like waterfalls, precum leaking from his cock as more slick gushes from his hole, Seokjin’s thrusting of his fingers into him hard and incessant. The roughness, the fullness, it all sends Jungkook’s body crashing ridiculously fast. He orgasms beautifully, fingers intertwined in Seokjin’s hair, cock spurting pathetically untouched on his lower belly. 

His hyung doesn’t pull his fingers out, knows Jungkook too well to do it. Instead, the beta plants several kisses to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and rests his cheek on them, fingers still lightly grazing Jungkook’s prostate. 

“Does it hurt less, darling?”

Jungkook hums, eyes flicking clothed. He’s so tired. So hungry, thirsty. But Seokjin can’t move, he can’t take his fingers off him, Jungkook can’t– he can’t be empty now. It hurts when he’s empty. It hurts in his body and his heart, his entire being. He needs to stay full. Always full. 

“Please, don’t go,” he whispers. “I need this.”

“I know.” 

Still, Seokjin slips his fingers off him. Jungkook whines, shaking his head, begging him to come back. He tries to find Seokjin in the dark, touching around the bed until he finds his arm. The beta takes Jungkook’s hand and kisses his knuckles.

“Calm down, baby, hyung’s gonna give you something better than his fingers, alright?”

The expectation makes Jungkook’s mouth water and the wolf within him screech. He waits, empty, needy, desperate and broken, until Seokjin maneuvers him to lay on his side and holds his buttcheeks apart. Jungkook sinks his fingers on his lower lip at the same time he feels the pressure of the beta’s cock breaching his hole. 

He breathes out in relief, tears gathering in his eyes as the fullness takes over him inch by inch. It doesn’t burn like an alpha’s cock would, but the stretch is eye-rolling. Jungkook feels Seokjin’s hands around him, feels his breath against his neck, and he’s so content, so happy. He keeps saying so; keeps thanking the beta for helping him, for keeping him full. 

When he bottoms out inside him, Seokjin stops, kissing Jungkook’s nape. 

“No need to thank me, baby.” 

Jungkook can’t help but clench around the cock, and the beta behind him breathes out heavily, a hand on Jungkook’s naked sweaty hip and the other behind his head. 

“What time is it?” 

“It’s 2 o’clock in the morning,” Jimin replies in a whisper. He helps to move Jungkook to a seating position, the room lit up by a lampshade next to the bed. The omega touches Jungkook’s forehead with his palm. “Your fever is gone for now, it should be back soon. It’s been about 16 hours since your heat broke out, and you haven’t eaten at all, darling, you must be starving.”

Jungkook’s stomach growls in unison with Jimin’s words. He looks down at the omega’s hands and the protein bars he’s holding. Jungkook watches him unpack one of them and accepts it quickly, chewing down the whole thing in seconds. Jimin grabs a glass of milk from the nightstand and holds the straw up to his lips. Looking him in the eye, Jungkook gulps it down. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Horny.” 

Jimin hums, smiling sweetly. “Did Seokjin-hyung treat you well?”

Memories of Seokjin fucking him onto the mattress flash to the forefront of Jungkook’s heated up mind and he feels his cock twist and his hole press around the plug Seokjin had secured inside him. He sighs, taking another protein bar to his teeth. Jungkook chews it slowly this time, lower belly twisting. 

“When did hyung fall asleep, do you know?” Jungkook eyes Seokjin’s sleeping frame next to him, naked from the waist down. “He fucked me so many times, he must be so tired.”

“Taehyung’s losing his mind at the shoot,” Jimin quietly informs, sitting down next to Jungkook’s legs on the bed. “He’s sent me eight voice memos complaining about it. Apparently knotting you once isn’t enough for him.”

Jungkook coughs around the food, insides twisting as more slick gushes out of his hole. It isn’t enough for him either. The plug is nothing compared to any of them; not their fingers, their tongues, and definitely not their cocks. Even if he’s not being knotted, even if his insides aren’t being stretched and molded into a knot, Jungkook still needs it filled . And filled by them. Any of them. All of them. Truth is, if he could be fucked by all six of his boyfriends at the same time, he would. 

His moment of clarity seems to be approaching its end. Jungkook breathes out. He knows it’ll get way more intense before the fire starts subsiding. 

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jungkook asks, accepting more of the milk Jimin offers before he breaks into another cold sweat and starts begging for cock again. “Neither he or Hoseok have come to see me yet, and– Namjoon?”

“Namjoon’s still in Busan.” Jimin takes a breath. “We haven’t told him you’re in heat yet.”

“What, why?” Jungkook nearly shouts, desperation taking over him quickly. He feels tears swell on his eyes, the realization that his alpha has no idea he’s been aching like this, that his alpha isn’t anywhere near him right now, it hurts enough to knock the breath out of his lungs. “Why would you do this to me, Jimin?”

A hand caresses his warm back; Seokjin. 

Jungkook keeps his eyes on Jimin, watching the omega put the milk back on the nightstand and lower his body to pick something up from the floor. The baby blue sweater is placed over Jungkook’s lap. He doesn’t need to sniff it to know who it belongs to. Jungkook’s lost count of how many times he laid on Namjoon’s chest while he was wearing it. 

The omega takes the fabric and presses it against his nose, pulling in air and letting Namjoon’s stale wine scent send pleasurous shivers down his spine and right into his groin. He whines, choking out a quiet moan, tears falling down his cheeks at the loss of something that isn’t even there. Jungkook’s head spins again, and the burn on his body intensifies.

“Namjoon has an important signing tomorrow,” Jimin mutters, a soft hand on Jungkook’s knee. “If we had told him, you know he would’ve come running, and it’s important that he stays. You know that. He’s been looking forward to this moment for a year.”

Jungkook keeps breathing in his scent. He can hear Jimin, and he agrees with his words, but it’s so hard . It’s so hard for his omega to accept that while he’s feeling what he’s feeling, burning the way he’s burning, aching with the intensity in which he’s aching, that neither his Pack Leader nor half of his boyfriends are here to take care of him. Namjoon should be here. Taehyung shouldn’t have left. And where the fuck are Hoseok and Yoongi? 

Is Jungkook not a priority to them?

“I know you’re upset they’re not all here,” Jimin mutters, caressing his knee as Seokjin caresses his back. “But your heat broke out unexpectedly, darling. You know we usually prepare for these things. Hoseok and Yoongi’s shifts at the hospital ended a couple hours ago, they’re resting now to be here with you by morning. They had to go rest, baby, you know how the second day goes.”

Oh. Their shifts. Right.

The fog in Jungkook’s brain clears enough to allow room for regret to sip in. Of course he’s a priority to them. His heat came along unexpectedly. Yoongi and Hoseok were saving lives, Namjoon’s at his book signing event, Taehyung can’t bail on an entire team crew. Everyone’s doing their best. Everyone always does their best. Jungkook knows that and the omega within must understand it as well. It’s just that- it’s just that-

“I miss them so much,” he sniffs. Jungkook hugs Namjoon’s sweater as soft tears fall over his cheeks. There’s an aching on his chest matching the aching in between his legs. It’s stupid and selfish and it makes no sense because both Jimin and Seokjin are here with him, but Jungkook’s so spoiled. He needs them all. He craves them all. His body aches for them all. “Can you hold me? Please?”

Both Jimin and Seokjin move at the same time. The beta pulls Jungkook down and swings an arm over his stomach, licking his scent gland softly, and the omega lies down next to him, lips on his shoulder, hand on his cheek, caressing it. Jungkook breathes them in, and breathes Namjoon’s scent in. He can feel his heart hammering against his chest, and the aching between his legs doesn’t subside; if anything, it gets stronger. But the one in his heart does. The calming scent coming off Jimin and Seokjin make Jungkook feel loved, safe. Overwhelmed as well, but that’s just being in heat. All his emotions, all his wants and needs and fears, it’s all heightened. It makes him vulnerable, and if Jungkook didn’t have them, he really doesn’t know. He would probably be on suppressants. 

Heats are never fun if an omega doesn’t have anyone to be with them; not only to fuck, but to take of them. To hold them when their emotions get the best of them, to feed them because the fever and the horniness keep the omegas from remembering their bodies need food as much as they need to be fucked. To scent them to remind them they are more than just a breeding hole. 

If an omega doesn’t have that, then, heats are painful and lonely and, when they end, they make them feel useless, disposable. Jungkook has felt that before. He’s been shamed and used before. But not anymore. Never again. Jungkook has a pack, and he’s lucky to be loved by all of them. He can’t forget that, he can’t let his hormones make him forget that. 

“Hyung,” he whispers.

“Yes?” 

“Yeah, baby?”

Jungkook blinks his eyes open.

“I’m still very hungry. Can I have kimbap?”

Jimin and Seokjin chuckle against his skin. 

The second day of an omega’s heat is, somehow, more intense than the first. 

Jungkook’s awakened by the fever. He’s lying in a pool of his own slick, surrounded by Taehyung’s and Namjoon’s musky scents in plushies, sweaters and shirts, and yet, he wants to fucking cry. He squirms on the bed, body burning with the same intensity as his desire to be bred. The moment in which the wolf growls louder than the human always hits on the second day, and the pack must be prepared. Even if a heat comes without warning like Jungkook’s did this time around, everyone needs to be ready.

Taking a deep breath, he wraps a hand around himself to relieve the ache, but it doesn’t help. His own hand never fucking helps and Jungkook doesn’t even like it. 

“ Hyung ,” the omega screeches on the bed as soon as the door creaks open, back and ass wet from the absolute mess he’s made of his sheets. Jungkook feels weak and needy and like he’s about to die. His groin twists in want, hole gaping for something more than the plug inside of him. “Please. I’m fed and ready to be bred, so can you, please , fuck the shit out of me?”

Hoseok runs a hand over Jungkook’s feverish body, wrapping his fingers around the omega’s aching, leaking cock. The beta twists his wrist, running his hand up and down in quick, body twisting movements, not easing his way into it at all like he normally would. Jungkook moans, nails digging on the sheets as Hoseok builds him up for release.

“I’m gonna fuck you, baby, but you need some relief first, don’t you?” He mutters, free hand caressing Jungkook’s stomach. “You’re so hard, so wet. You know it’s harder for betas to smell omegas, but your scent is so fucking strong, Jungkook. I could smell you from my bedroom.”

“Lavender,” Yoongi hums, sitting down next to Jungkook’s head. He touches the younger omega’s scent gland softly before sliding his rough hand down Jungkook’s chest. “You’re burning up. Oh, darling. We are sorry we weren’t here for your first day, but don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you now.”

Jungkook cums with a strangled moan, feeling relief wash over him for a few seconds; a few very precious seconds, but the anticipation is stronger than the bliss of an orgasm. His cock doesn’t even soften, it just spurts cum and aches for more. It’s red and hot, just like the rest of him, and his hole leaks around the plug, contracting on the object that does nothing for him. Not anymore, not on the second day.

“Get it out,” he begs, eyes on Hoseok. “I need you. I need your cock. Now .”

“So demanding, omega,” Hoseok replies, taking his hand, dripping with Jungkook’s cum, to the place in between his legs. He pulls the plug out, getting Jungkook both gasping and whining. The omega spreads his legs further, hopes that’s enough of an invitation for the beta staring down at the mess of him. “I like it when you’re demanding.”

Before more slick gushes out of Jungkook at the words, Yoongi has pulled his chin up for a kiss. As it tends to be with other omegas, it’s soft and sweet and wet and lovely, and everything Jungkook always needs when he feels he’s about to die. Yoongi licks inside his mouth, thumb caressing his cheek as he turns his head to deepen the kiss. Jungkook feels breathless in seconds, but he wouldn’t pull away, he can’t, he wants more, he always more, he’s never satisfied. 

Hoseok slides three fingers into him and Jungkook gasps into the kiss, the stretch adding to the fire already burning. Yoongi doesn’t pull away; he keeps kissing Jungkook, teasing his nipples, making him wetter. And Hoseok keeps fucking his digits into him, getting him hornier, looser. 

They always move in sync, these two. They are the ones who have been with Namjoon the longest. The three of them made quite a team; an omega, a beta and an alpha. When they are together, the three of them, it’s truly a sight to be seen and a slicked hole to be touched. Jungkook wouldn’t have considered himself a voyeur before, but then again, he wouldn’t have really tapped into his kinks if he hadn’t joined the pack. With them, it’s always like this; they always know what to do, and how to do it. It’s almost like steps to a dance they have been perfecting for the past decade, and, before, Jungkook felt somewhat jealous of their connection, but he’s grown. Jungkook now knows that all of them have their own dynamics and they are all amazing the way they are.

And theirs, the dynamic Yoongi and Hoseok share, always gets Jungkook to the brink of a precipice he can’t wait to fall from.

“Hyung,” he whines into Yoongi’s mouth, twisting as the omega keeps teasing his sensitive nipples. “It hurts.”

“I know.” 

Yoongi takes his lips to Jungkook’s shoulder and sucks on his scent gland. The younger omega moans, taking his hand to the older man’s hair and pulling at it. Hoseok curls his fingers up to his prostate and Jungkook basically shouts, body shaking in a violent release, body riding in waves as Hoseok continues to abuse his prostate through it.

This is his second orgasm in less than– he has no idea how much time has passed, but it can’t have been long. Two orgarms in so little time, and yet, and yet , Jungkook isn’t satisfied. He pulls Yoongi closer, now kissing with more teeth than tongue, desperation taking the best of him, as it tends to. The older omega moans into his mouth and Jungkook smells it; Yoongi’s slick. The blueberry sweetness that normally calms Jungkook, but now only makes his own scent spike.

“My pretty little omegas,” Hoseok sighs, sliding his fingers off Jungkook’s sensitive walls. The beta runs them across the inner side of Jungkook’s thighs, cleaning his own slick on him. “What do you think about me fucking you and you fuck Yoongi, Jungkook, hm? Would it satisfy your heated up brain, baby?”

Jungkook’s reply comes out in his most pathetic moan yet. He pulls away from Yoongi’s mouth only to blink at Hoseok, lips sore and pulsing. He nods vigorously, pulling in air through his lungs. Jungkook pulls himself up on his elbows, chest heaving as he stares at Hoseok’s lean frame. The beta’s dressed in loose sweats, naked from the waist up. 

“Come here,” the omega asks. “Now,” he adds, for emphasis and because Hoseok likes it when he demands.

Hoseok smirks, getting onto the bed on all fours just like Jimin had the day before. He doesn’t waste a second before he’s kissing Jungkook, shoving his tongue in his mouth without finesse. Hoseok’s beta is more franctic than Seokjin’s; he’s all hands and soft muscles, pressing his erect member against Jungkook’s until he’s properly leaking. 

It all happens in the dance Jungkook loves so much. Hoseok kisses him until he’s breathless, and then it’s Yoongi’s turn. They drink from his lips until they are all wasted, all panting, all leaking. Until Yoongi’s and Jungkook’s scents have mixed, until Jungkook is once again a blabbing mess. They fall into position in that same dance, so easily, so well rehearsed by the amount of times it’s been done before. Jungkook places his hand on the soft flesh of Yoongi’s hip, trailing kiss down his neck and his upper back, taking his fingers to the slickness of Yoongi’s entrance, sinking two one of them in his hyung’s heat.

Jungkook’s omega roars, cock twisting against his belly. He fucks his digits into Yoongi roughly, can’t find it in himself to be gentle when he’s so feverish, so far gone already. Hoseok spreads Jungkook’s cheeks apart, sliding his cock between them, teasing both the omega and himself. The dance continues as Jungkook scissors his fingers, drowning in Yoongi’s pretty moans and Hoseok’s soft gasps. He aligns himself with the older omega’s wet hole and slides inside, moaning as his cock is enveloped by the tight walls, crying out when Hoseok does the same. 

It’s bliss. It’s heavenly. Fucking as he’s being fucked, so passionate, so overwhelming. Jungkook can’t keep his moans or hands to himself; he’s vocal, so fucking loud, touching them everywhere he can. He pulls Yoongi’s hair, grazes his teeth over the omega’s scent gland, teasing him like he enjoys being teased, sliding his cock in and out of him lazily, just as lazily as Hoseok drags his cock into Jungkook. The younger omega throws his head back, moving his hip in the same rhythm as Hoseok, joining their dance like the expert he has become.

Yoongi, who’s often quiet, moans so prettily when Jungkook rolls his hips a bit harder, a hand on the omega’s hip as if to make sure he won’t slide off him. As if he would ever. Jungkook could live here, could grow roots and stay inside Yoongi until they were both old and gray. It took him a long time to know that about himself; how much he likes to top, how good it makes him feel. Jimin was the first omega Jungkook ever sank himself into. It was a totally different experience, it still is. And it’s still as good as the first time. Yoongi clenches around him and Jungkook whimpers, speeding up his thrusts. Hoseok follows along, easily picking up his own pace. 

All that can be heard are their skins slapping together and the desperate moans slipping off their breathy lips. Jungkook’s body crashes first, he’s the most stimulated one, has cummed God knows how many times in the past 24 hours, can’t ever get enough, always wants more. And so, because of that, he continues to fuck Yoongi through his orgasm, cock still semihard inside the older omega. His cum mixes with the slickness of Yoongi’s hole and the slide becomes so much dirtier. 

Jungkook could do this forever. He doesn’t give a fuck if he’s tired, if his body is begging to break out of this fever, of this heat. He doesn’t care, he really doesn’t. All Jungkook cares about is this . Yoongi’s tightness around his oversensitive cock, Hoseok’s girth dragging over his walls. It’s a cloud of pleasure, of fulfillment. It’s a dance that Jungkook loves to watch and adores to be a part of. It’s everything the second day of his heat needed. And when Yoongi finally cums, clenching violently around Jungkook’s cock, the younger omega fucks him through it and beyond it, clenching his own hole around Hoseok’s shaft, getting off on how his hyungs’ moans sound like his favorite song. 

He’s spent.

Jungkook has been drifting in and out of consciousness all day. He’s been fed and hydrated, fucked and hugged, masturbated and caressed. Seokjin drew him a bath and wrapped his fingers around Jungkook’s cock underwater. It helped with the fever; both the bath and the handjob. 

Right before nightfall, Taehyung finally returns from his overnight shoot, getting into Jungkook’s bed and quieting down his overheated body with another very much needed knot. Afterwards, the alpha lies on his back with Jungkook on top of him, resting against his chest as they are locked together for the second time during this heat cycle, and that is just what Jungkook needed. 

He presses his nose against Taehyung’s scent gland and breathes him in, shivering at the strongness of the alpha’s pheromones. Jungkook could easily fall asleep like this, maybe for hours this time. And when tomorrow comes, his arousal will be mild. He won’t hurt as much, won’t feel as horny. The intensity will subside, and Jungkook will start feeling more human again. 

“You’re so quiet,” Taehyung mutters, hand coming up and down Jungkook’s back. “Is something wrong?”

Jungkook gulps down. “Pack Leader isn’t here yet.”

“He will be,” Taehyung reassures him. “I spoke to him before I came to you, and he was already on the train. Namjoon will be here soon, love.”

“I–” Jungkook stops, breathing out. “I don’t want you or anyone else to think you’re not enough, it’s just that–”

“Namjoon brought you into the pack,” the alpha finishes for him. “You spent your first couple heats here with only him. We all understand. You don’t have to worry about that. It’s the same for Jiminie, yeah? He spent his first heat ever with me. This created a different bond, as sometimes it tends to happen between alphas and omegas.”

“I know…”

Taehyung presses a kiss to Jungkook’s hair. 

“We, this pack, have a different type of dynamic. We’re all unmated and together. The rules have been bent already, so we don’t need to be preoccupied with certain things. You need all of us, but you need him just a bit more. It’s alright.”

It’s not the first time Jungkook has felt bad for this. Sometimes, when he’s locked with Namjoon and one of the other omegas approaches, he snarls. The sense of possessiveness takes over him; the omega speaks louder. It’s happened when he’s with Taehyung before, but not nearly as often. And Namjoon sometimes acts out, too. Gets angry when he smells Taehyung on Jungkook, or the other omegas. Not Jimin so much, but Yoongi, definitely. The two of them, the two alphas in the pack, it took them a while to get together like the rest of them. Too many pheromones, two clashing dominant personalities. More times than not, a pack can only have one alpha for that reason.

But Taehyung submitted. Accepted Namjoon as Pack Leader. His leader. His lover. When they fuck, they can all hear it. It’s always so… explosive. All roughness and brutal force. The most animalistic an alpha can get is when he fucks another alpha. And happy is the omega who is caught in the crossfire. Jungkook knows. He’s been in the middle of the two of them a few times. A few knee buckling, loins twisting times.

When Taehyung’s knot finally deflates, the alpha mutters:

“I should go before he gets here. As much as he loves me, I don’t think Namjoon will be super happy smelling another alpha’s cum in his omega in heat. I know I wouldn’t. Do you remember that one time?”

Jungkook hums, “You almost scratched him.”

“He had it coming.”

It wasn’t Jungkook’s heat. It was Jimin’s. Taehyung was filming and Namjoon helped him. Relieved the aching inside the omega by giving him a knot. Unfortunately, Taehyung got home before the knot had deflated and the alpha within snarled, possessive, as if he and Namjoon had never knotted Jimin one after the other before. 

Everything is different during heats. All emotions, heightened. 

“You’re not as hot as earlier,” Taehyung states after pressing his hand on Jungkook’s forehead, already dressed in the sweatpants he had come into his bedroom wearing. “You should be fine until he arrives. Do you want me to call for one of the others? To help you-”

“Take your cum out of me?”

Taehyung offers him a boxy smile. “Yeah, Jungkookie. To take my cum out of you.”

There’s a thin sheet over him. Jungkook put on one of Namjoon’s larger shirts, but decided to remain naked from the waist down. What would be the point of dressing, anyway? He’s still leaking and he’s waiting. 

Jimin and Yoongi insisted he eat again. They had made Jungkook some more kimbap. It was so sweet, the shower. Jungkook felt a bit hotter than expected so soon, so they kissed him, nuzzled on his scent gland, and touched him softly between his legs. With them, it’s always slow, pretty. Jungkook loves his omegas so much. 

Now, he has a hand on his lower stomach, right above his pubes. Jungkook can feel the fever, the desire, the ache. It’s all still there, all still burning, but his head is clearer now. He can wait. Jungkook doesn’t feel the need to touch himself, or to cry out for one of his boyfriends to come and help him. He can wait. The omega running through his veins is quiet, satisfied. He can wait, too. Jungkook breathes in and out evenly, staring up at the ceiling, cock semi-hard, wetness between his asscheeks. He counts the minutes as they tick by, the rumbling of expectation mixes with his arousal and the scents of all his boyfriends inside the haze of his bedroom. 

Jungkook smells him as soon as he enters the house, the omega within him whining immediately. He closes his legs, offering his cock some friction, more slick gushing out of his hole by just smelling the alpha’s scent from afar. Jungkook feels breathless, throat dry, hands shaky. He’s been waiting, and waiting, and now he doesn’t have to anymore. Namjoon’s here. Pack leader is finally home. 

“Baby,” Namjoon mutters as soon as he gets inside, closing the door behind him. His scent is so strong, so dominating. Jungkook should be used to it by now, but he isn’t. He blinks at him, at the tall beauty in the form of his boyfriend and whines . The others had changed his sheets, but they’re already a mess. Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, legs spreading again for the alpha. Namjoon’s eyes wash over him, every little inch of him, and he curses under his breath. “I’m so upset they kept it from me.”

“Don’t be,” Jungkook manages to reply over the fog that’s fastly approaching his senses. “Your book signing was important.”

“You’re more important.” Namjoon swings his sweater over his head, throws it on the floor. He does the same to his shirt and his pants, and Jungkook squeaks at the sign of him, bulge already so outlined in the tightness of his underwear. The alpha gets on the bed, kneeled, fingers caressing Jungkook’s inner thigh. His nostrils flare up, his lips part. His scent has been spiking ever since he got into the room. Stronger and stronger each passing second. “But it’s alright. They took good care of you, didn’t they?”

Jungkook nods. “So good, hyung. They kept me full and satisfied.”

“Good.” Namjoon dips his fingers into the slick, lightly circling Jungkook’s rim. The omega gasps, letting his legs fall completely open. “It’s my turn now.”

Namjoon sinks two digits into him down to the knuckles. Jungkook bites down his lip, eyes on the alpha as he drapes his body over the omega’s, licking inside his mouth. Namjoon tastes like wine, he always tastes like wine. His lips are rough, as are his fingers, scissoring his walls, stretching him to take his knot. Jungkook takes both his hands to the alpha’s hair, pulling at the strands as he pulls Namjoon’s face closer to his, swirling his tongue against the older man’s, taking what he gives, hoping to get drunk on everything he is. 

The room feels hot, sticky. Jungkook quickly loses whatever sense of clarity he thought he had obtained as he waited for the alpha to come home, filthy requests dropping from his lips when Namjoon trails his kisses down Jungkook’s collarbone. He asks for it harder, rougher. One more finger, no, two more fingers. Namjoon doesn’t like to be told what to do in bed, or anywhere, but he does as he’s told. Another two fingers are shoved into Jungkook, and the stretch burns a bit, but it’s nothing, really. Nothing compared to Namjoon’s cock. 

The alpha laps at his scent gland, pistoning his fingers into the omega’s pliant body, pulling at the collar of his own shirt just so he can lick at more of Jungkook’s skin. The omega hears it when it rips, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Namjoon grazes his teeth over the flesh, right above his scent gland. Jungkook gushes more slick over the alpha’s fingers, the urge to submit taking over all his other instincts. He pulls in a breath through his lips, gasps turning into moans when the digits press against his prostate, body convulsing with the force of an unexpected orgasm. 

“Always cums so fast, omega,” Namjoon mutters, lips brushing over the sensitive skin. He presses a kiss to Jungkook’s scent gland, making the omega twist under him. Namjoon slides his fingers into him slowly, helping Jungkook ride out his release, body so close to his that Jungkook can feel all the heat irradiating from the alpha. His cock, rock hard against his stomach, hurts despite the fact he’s just cummed. Jungkook wants Namjoon to touch it, swallow it, all of him, for hours. He takes his eyes to the alpha’s face and all its hard edges. “Should we count this time around, Jungkook?”

Jungkook licks over his dry lips, walls contracting around the moving digits, sensitivity making tiny waves of pleasure wash over him as Namjoon doesn’t relent the stimulation on his feverish body. “How many was it last time?”

“Twelve.” Namjoon’s eyes go from Jungkook’s lips to his neck, down to where his hand disappears between his legs. “Should we go for thirteen?”

“Please.”

Namjoon hums, retrieving his fingers from his clenching hole and the squelching sound they make would get Jungkook’s cheeks flushed if he was still who he used to be. Gladly, he’s well trained now. Namjoon taught him how to fuck, and then taught the others how to fuck him. He could have kept Jungkook all to himself; it’s only natural for the pack’s leader to have a mate. But he didn’t. Sometimes, Namjoon likes to sit back and watch. He likes to tell them what to do, too. Jungkook guesses they are all a little into voyeurism. Not during mating cycles, though. During heats, especially his heat, Namjoon likes to be alone with Jungkook. To take him apart piece by piece, to fuck him in every way he knows Jungkook likes to be fucked, to claim him as his in every way he can without actually mating him. 

And, when he’s lost in it, in the alpha and all the love and gratitude Jungkook feels for him, he can’t help himself. The omega within him can’t help itself. When Namjoon turns him around, spreads his asscheeks apart and shoves his tongue into his depths, drinking all of his slick as his tongue fucks in and out of his gaping hole, Jungkook just cannot keep it inside. He always begs. 

“Alpha,” he screeches, face shoved into the pillow, cock trapped between the sheets and himself. “Please, take me, please, please please. Make me yours .”

Namjoon moans, slurping Jungkook’s wetness, shoving his tongue as deep as it can go, wiggling it around his clenching, slippery walls. Every single muscle on Jungkook’s body is contracting, saliva dribbling down his mouth onto the pillowcase, tears gathering on the sides of his eyes. Namjoon eats him out with earnestness; doesn’t relent, doesn’t put out to breath, doesn’t even tease him with his fingers like he was doing a few minutes before. He just uses his fucking tongue. His goddamn perfect, thick tongue. Jungkook cums around it pathetically fast, already too stimulated, and as he cries out his second orgasm, Namjoon continues to tongue-fuck him. 

He holds onto the back of Jungkook’s thighs, shoving his face impossibly deeper, pushing the muscle faster into the sensitive hole, and the sounds, they are just fucking obscene. Jungkook is so ridiculously wet . Namjoon keeps at it, sticking his tongue into the omega until he’s cumming once again, cock spurting its weak release onto the bed and his ripped shirt. Drowning in sensitivity, Jungkook tries to move, but the alpha’s grip on him is ironclad, tongue licking at his spent entrance.

“Namjoon,” he breathes. “Too much. Please. Too much.”

Namjoon stops, tracing his dreshed lips down the back of Jungkook’s thigh. He presses soft kisses to his skin, all the way down to his foot. The room reeks of lavender and stale wine. Jungkook blinks his eyes closed, tiredness taking over his body. The alpha comes back up, lying his body next to the omega’s. Namjoon caresses his back. 

“Sleep for now,” he mutters. “I still have to make you cum ten more times.”

Jungkook hums. “I don’t want to sleep, I’ve slept enough.”

“What do you want to do, then?”

“What do you think?”

Namjoon chuckles. “You just said it was too much.”

“It was momentary.” Jungkook opens one of his eyes, fitting him. “I’m over it.”

“My needy little omega…”

Jungkook gulps down. “Yes, your needy little omega.”

When Namjoon takes his lips in a kiss this time, it’s slow, languid, but Jungkook falls into it just as fast as he did when it was rough and deep. He loves to be kissed, all his boyfriends know that. Jungkook’s addicted to it, it makes him so fucking horny, even when he isn’t in heat. They all find it adorable and sexy; how easily he gets in the mood, how fast he cums. 

Namjoon holds his half-hard cock in his hand and kisses Jungkook as he jerks him off until he’s tipping over the edge. His orgasm is dry this time. Jungkook rolls onto his back, eyes on the ceiling. His cock is finally soft, but his hole keeps gushing new waves of slick. The second day of his heat is coming to an end. Tomorrow, he will only need to get off a few times to alleviate the aching. The omega within him will be mostly at bay. The sanctity of his bedroom, of his nest, won’t be as binding. But the wolf still needs something. This one thing that has been crying inside of Jungkook ever since he woke up in a cold sweat the morning before. 

“Knot me, alpha,” he asks, fingers wrapping around the bulge on Namjoon’s underwear. “Fucking breed me. Now .”

He places hand around Jungkook’s wrist. “Do not command me, omega.”

“Don’t you want to?” Jungkook frowns, chest heaving. “I’m all open and fucked out, and you haven’t knotted me yet. Taehyung knotted me twice, you know?”

Namjoon growls, pulling himself on top of him, one hand on each side of Jungkook’s face. His nostrils flared up, his pheromones twisting on Jungkook’s lower belly. He feels small, submissive, hot and pathetic. The omega within wants to cry and get on all fours, begging to be filled until he forgets his own name. 

“Knot me,” Jungkook whines, nails sinking on the hardness of Namjoon’s biceps. “I need you, Namjoon. Please . I’m so empty, so empty when you’re not inside me. I love your fingers and your tongue, but I love your cock more. Please , don’t make me cry, don’t be so fucking mean.”

“Jungkookie,” the alpha replies in a whisper, thumb caressing his cheek, waves of pheromones pouring out of him and into Jungkook’s overheated pores. “Alpha’s going to stuff you so full of cock you won’t even remember what it felt like when I wasn’t inside of you, much less how another alpha’s knot feels like.”

The words go straight to Jungkook’s gaping hole. He gasps when the alpha spreads his legs impossibly wider, shoving his own underwear out of him before sinking his fingers into Jungkook’s heat again. The idea of it, of having Namjoon’s girth splitting him open, stretching him as wide as he can go, would be enough to get him gasping, leaking a pool of slick onto the bed, but it’s not enough for the alpha, no. He needs to get Jungkook burning , so fucking wired up that he loses any ability to pour out any words other than,

“Fuck me, alpha, please, please, fuck me now. I- I need it. ”

Namjoon keeps fucking his digits into him, cock hard against his stomach, colored in an angry purple, the knot pulsing around the base. Jungkook stares at it and salivates like the hungry wolf he is, stomach contracting when his fifth orgasm is fingered out of him. Jungkook’s cock twitches, leaking just enough to make it slippery when Namjoon wraps a hand around it. The alpha jerks him off until Jungkook’s hard again, almost crawling up the bed, every inch of his skin pouring with desire and oversensitivity. Namjoon keeps abusing his prostate, placing a hand on Jungkook’s hip to keep him in place as he pulls yet another release out of him.

“Six,” Namjoon mutters, slipping his fingers out of Jungkook. “The next one will be around my cock, omega.”

Jungkook holds onto him, looking right into Namjoon’s eyes as the alpha circles his entrance with the head of his cock. The fire burns prettily in his groins and when Namjoon finally breaches the first ring of muscles, the stretch stings deliciously in his hole. Namjoon places one hand on his hip as he punches his cock in and out, sliding more of himself into Jungkook, every new inch making the omega tremble, pleasure mixing with pain in that way only a cock so big can bring about. The omega cries out moans, clenching around the girth of his alpha. 

“So big,” he breathes out, hands around Namjoon’s wide frame. He feels his legs weak, shaking. Namjoon’s carving his path into him for the millionth time, and yet, and yet , it feels brand new. Jungkook’s entire body is catching flame, opening up for the alpha’s cock, welcoming him back to where he belongs. The squelch sounds coming from their coupling are loud, but not as loud as Jungkook’s moans. The omega within is howlering , ready to be fucked, to be bred, to be filled and stuffed. Namjoon bottoms out, pelvis pressed firmly against Jungkook’s butt, and, after pressing a wet kiss to his lips, he drags his girth all the way again. Jungkook breathes out, all the build up making the fog in his head thicker, the desire to be taken, to be tamed, stronger than anything. “Fuck me, hyung. Do not be gentle.”

Namjoon plunges himself into him in one swift motion, setting a brutal pace from the start. So different from Taehyung’s slow build up. Namjoon’s alpha is made out of explosions. He’s rough, passionate, and eager. And he can be gentle and loving, but if he’s asked not to be, then, the wolf takes in. Namjoon can and will fuck like an animal. All one has to do is ask.

The bed squeaks under them. Namjoon fingers press firmly on Jungkook’s hips as he thrusts into him, angling his hips up so he can brush against his prostate with every drag. He knows how to take it all out of Jungkook; he’s the one who taught the rest of them how to, after all, and he does it so masterfully. Jungkook keeps his arms around the alpha, moaning against his ear as the older man takes him like he wanted him to. Namjoon’s an expert at making Jungkook his; he’s done it for years, more times than any of others, and he says it’s because he’s addicted to being inside Jungkook.

The omega gets it. He’s addicted to having Namjoon inside him, too.

It’s no surprise when he cums around the cock. Jungkook shakes violently, but Namjoon doesn’t stop. He knows his boyfriend too well for that. The alpha fucks him through it, building up another release faster than Jungkook can regain his breath; seven and eight, one after the other. Usually, Namjoon spreads these orgasms out. The boys come in and out, help him alone and together, and, as long as Taehyung isn’t in the room, Namjoon stays. He only counts the orgasms he makes Jungkook have, not the others. And they usually happen across the four or five days of his heat. They have been here for what, an hour, two? Eight already. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook gasps, body moving up and down the bed, oversensitivity making him squirm. “Are you competing with yourself?”

“I’m just pleasuring you, baby.”

“Liar.”

The alpha chuckles, capturing his lips in a kiss. He sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lips, even lightly bites it, and the blood only makes the omega inside of him howl. The thrusts become a little rougher along his walls, so Namjoon spits on his hand, pulling almost all the way out just to slick up his cock. Jungkook almost tells him he doesn’t have to do that because he enjoys it rough, but the alpha is faster. He sinks back into him all the way, making both of them moan in unisson.

Namjoon changes his pace, plunging into him hard and slow. Every thrust is loud, deep. Jungkook can’t hold on the moans that slip out of him, and knows every single one of the others can hear them. If he focuses, he can even smell their pack’s arousal. Even Taehyung’s peppermint scent, spiked as he hears another alpha taking the omega he had his cock in mere hours ago. Every time Namjoon drives his cock into him, every drag of his girth tighter as he approaches his own release, Jungkook’s nose picks up on another scent. The idea that all of his boyfriends are listening to Namjoon fucking him, are smelling their pheromones as the alpha locks himself inside the omega, gulps of cum spilling into him and out of him, all around the fat cock plunged inside of Jungkook’s hole, is enough to bring him to the edge again. 

The alpha’s knot inflates, stretching around his walls, molding the omega’s insides to fit him, and Jungkook cums around it, scratching Namjoon’s back as the alpha spills into his depths, lips pressed firmly against his scent gland, hips still shallowly thrusting into him until he can no longer move. Jungkook feels his body electric, pushed beyond anything remotely human, breath coming out in heavy puffs. His throat is dry, scratchy. He’s sweaty, heavy, and so fucking full.

Namjoon licks at his scent gland. Jungkook squirms. 

“Stop,” he whispers. “Don’t tease me.”

“Nine,” the alpha replies, pulling his face up so he can look at Jungkook’s eyes. His cheeks are flushed, sweat covers his forehead. “Still four to go.”

“Don’t be an overachiever.” Jungkook caresses his cheek. “This is only the second day, hyung.”

“Oh, so I can go way beyond four…”

Jungkook smiles, shutting his eyes closed. Namjoon changes their position so all his weight isn’t pressed down on Jungkook while they are stuck together. He runs his fingers over the omega’s arm, collarbone. Namjoon pulls at the shirt clinging onto Jungkook’s chest. 

“This is ruined.”

“Your fault.”

“You like when I rip things off of you.”

The scents spike. Jungkook blinks his eyes open.

“We’ve made our pack horny.”

Namjoon hums. “It’s this fucking lavender scent of yours. I could smell it from the parking lot. It’s inebriating.”

The alpha grunts as his cock pulses more cum into the omega. Jungkook sighs, satisfied. Namjoon smirks.

“You love being stuffed, don’t you?”

Jungkook doesn’t reply. He’s just so damn tired. All of them wore him out. He closes his eyes again, and Namjoon caresses his scalp. Damn alpha; he knows that’s Jungkook’s weakness. 

“Rest, my love,” Namjoon whispers. “Alpha will keep you warm.”

Jungkook feels safe. As he falls asleep, he can still feel the pulsing of the alpha’s knot inside of him. 

An omega’s heat cycle is when he feels the most vulnerable, and, without someone to protect and take care of them during it, an omega should always take suppressants. Heats are awful if an omega doesn’t have someone they trust with them.

For that reason, Jungkook knows he’s way more than simply lucky. He’s blessed.

The following two days of his heat are spent with all his boyfriends. His pack. His people. Jimin and Yoongi make a sandwich out of him when Namjoon leaves to take a shower, and they are still loving every bit of his skin when the alpha comes back for his tenth orgasm. The third day is mostly spent sleeping, but, whenever he would wake up, there would always be an embrace ready for him. Jungkook would sleep in Seokjin’s arms and wake up in Hoseok’s, enjoying a more than spectacular blowjob from Taehyung just as the sky would turn orange. 

He’s knotted one more time during that heat cycle. Namjoon claims fair is fair; if Taehyung gets two, he gets two as well. Eleven, twelve. 

In the early hours of the last day, Jungkook’s nest is bubbling with life and scents. All his boyfriends are on his bed, king sized for that exact reason. It’s surely not fit for seven people to sleep, but they are not sleeping. Jungkook’s more human than wolf now, but that doesn’t really matter when there’s six people’s hands or lips on you. There’s not much of anything Jungkook loves more than being worshiped, and maybe that can be attributed to the fact he’s properly spoiled by all his boyfriends, but it is what it is. He’s happily lost in it; in the haze of them. Their scents, all mixed up, all heightened, all aroused. Their focus on pleasuring him, on praising him, on making sure he’s satisfied, and their obedience when Jungkook requests, rather shyly, that they touch one another as well, fills Jungkook’s chest with love.

Namjoon’s between his legs, eating him out like he loves to do, and Jungkook can see and feel the other five pack members around them; Taehyung’s hand in between Jimin’s legs, Yoongi and Hoseok on each side of Seokjin’s neck. Lost on each other and everyone else. They don’t often do this, be together all at the same time, but when they do, it’s always maddening, breathtaking. Jungkook breathes in all of their desire, pouring out in wavy pheromones, and crashes beautifully on Namjoon’s tongue. He keeps his eyes open, traveling his gaze over every single one of the men he loves, riding out his release as his fingers grip Namjoon’s hair. 

“Thirteen,” the alpha sighs happily, lifting his head up, slick dripping down his chin.

Everyone stops what they are doing, laughter filling Jungkook’s room. The omega wishes he was laughing too, but he loves them so fucking much. He loves them to the point of being overwhelmed. Jungkook sniffs, tears gathering in his eyes. All the boys scooch closer, as if they hadn’t been all over him before, hugging every inch of his body.

“I’m just happy,” Jungkook whispers. “I love you all so much.”

And they all reply that they love him, too, but even if they hadn’t reaffirmed their love at that moment, Jungkook would still know. It pours out of them as much as arousal does. He would dare to say even more. Jungkook’s loved by this pack, and if he could, he would mate all of them. It’s the sureness that they would do the exact same that makes him so emotional. 

Jeon Jungkook is more than lucky to be part of this pack. He’s blessed.