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Taehyung finds Jungkook half-asleep in their heat room.
Cozied in the midst of pillows and a nigh-mountainous pile of various shirts and blankets, Jungkook looks incredibly peaceful in his make-shift nest. But Taehyung’s just come off the tail end of a day’s worth of knotting from a rutting alpha, and he’s too keyed up to just curl up and sleep.
He pads over to Jungkook and gently shakes his shoulder. “Jungkook-ah,” he whispers. Jungkook stirs, lashes fluttering as he rolls over to look up at Taehyung. His face melts into complete adoration.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says, warm and sleepy. Taehyung’s chest inflates like a balloon. “Hi.”
“Hey, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. “How r’you feeling?” He soothes Jungkook’s sweaty hair off his forehead. Jungkook yawns and then smacks his lips softly.
“‘M tired,” he mumbles. No surprise there. Jungkook had taken care of Hoseok and Namjoon all day, and while he’d had help from Yoongi, two rutting alphas is no joke. Taehyung had it relatively easy with Jimin, although easy is perhaps not the correct word. Jimin in rut is quite the handful, and he hates sharing. Even Seokjin had to keep his distance in the periods Jimin and Taehyung had been knotted together. Taehyung’s cunt throbs a little, just from the memory.
Jungkook circles his arms around Taehyung’s waist and tugs him into the nest. Taehyung tumbles in with a little oof. He tries to get some purchase underneath himself to rearrange them a little bit, but Jungkook’s not having it. Which, well, that’s alright. Taehyung allows it and flops back into Jungkook’s embrace.
“‘S naptime,” Jungkook tells him, shoving his bare legs between Taehyung’s damp thighs. They’ve all been pretty much naked for the entirety of the past two days. Even with a pack of seven, taking care of three alphas is a full-time job. At least Hoseok’s ruts go quickly; his cycle broke before nightfall yesterday. Jimin and Namjoon will be going for at least a day more.
“Not yet, JK. Gotta shower. Seokjin-hyung’s ordering food.”
Jungkook peeks an eye open. “Chicken?” he asks, hopefully. Hungry baby. Taehyung can’t help his smile.
“Mm-hmm. Your favorite.”
“Perfect.” Jungkook snuggles down into Taehyung’s chest. “You smell,” he mumbles. He sniffs delicately behind Taehyung’s ear. “Smell like Jimin-hyung.”
“Mmh. Took care of him all day.” The mention of Jimin sends a fizzing thrill shivering through Taehyung’s stomach again. “You know Jimin made me squirt on his knot today?” And Seokjin had to make Taehyung drink a whole bottle of water after, just ‘cause he couldn’t control himself on Jimin’s cock.
Jungkook shifts against Taehyung’s chest. “He makes you squirt practically every time. I want him tomorrow. It’s my turn.” He huffs. His breath skates warmly over Taehyung’s collarbones.
“Fine, but I want Namjoon-hyung tomorrow. And Hoseok-hyung. And Yoongi-hyung.” Taehyung gets all hot even just thinking about it. The three of them … he shivers. He’s been aching already from Jimin. He’ll be straight up passed-out by the end of tomorrow night. It’s terribly exciting.
“Greedy.” There’s a very apparent smile in Jungkook’s voice.
“You know it, baby.” And Taehyung pairs that with a smacking kiss onto Jungkook’s cheekbone.
“Nn. While you were out squirting all over Jimin-hyung’s knot,”—(Taehyung wrinkles his nose at the phrasing)—“you know what Joon-hyung did to me?” Jungkook lifts his head to pin Taehyung with a sly little smirk.
“What?”
“Guess.” Triumph lights in Jungkook’s eyes.
Hm. Taehyung cocks his head and raises an eyebrow. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he bargains. Jungkook’s smirk only gets wider.
“Fine.” He untangles himself from Taehyung’s embrace and rolls onto his belly, pushing his knees up underneath him and sticking his ass in the air. The curve of his body knocks the breath from Taehyung’s lungs. No wonder the alphas can’t resist a presenting Jungkook; Taehyung can barely resist it himself. “Look,” he says.
Jungkook grabs his asscheek with one hand and spreads himself open, showing off his reddened rim. Glossy come leaks out of his asshole, staining all down his taint to the dusky cinch of his cunt. His inner thighs glisten with slick. “Fuck,” Taehyung swears, hushed.
“Uh-huh. Joon-hyung knotted my ass,” Jungkook brags, grinning victoriously. A jolt of fiery arousal tears through Taehyung’s belly. His cunt squeezes in envy.
Taehyung reaches out to thumb over the swollen pucker and watches the little pinch and flex of Jungkook’s asshole, drooling out more come. Jungkook’s soft, pink cock pokes out from beneath its hood. “Holy fuck,” Taehyung says, again. “I’m so jealous.”
He makes a mental note to beg Namjoon for this tomorrow. Or maybe Hoseok. (Or maybe both.)
Jungkook drops to his belly and pushes at Taehyung’s thighs. “Your turn,” he demands.
With a put-upon sigh, Taehyung leans back and props himself up on his elbows. He splays his thighs open, showing off his dark, flushed cunt. It’s still messy from his own slick and from Jimin’s come, all swollen up and sensitive. He rubs his palm idly over his dick, chubbed up between his folds from Jungkook’s little show. Taehyung tilts his cock up in the pinch of two fingers and spreads his labia further for Jungkook’s hungry eyes. He squeezes inside gently so that more of Jimin’s mess trickles out, all sticky. Jungkook makes a soft noise.
“Came untouched,” Taehyung says, proudly. “He pushed it in and I just gushed.”
“You’re a mess,” Jungkook says, in complete awe. “Jimin-hyung comes so much.” He shifts onto his stomach and peers curiously at Taehyung’s pussy, pink tongue poking out over his fat bottom lip.
“He fucked me so full, god,” Taehyung says. He clenches involuntarily with a low groan, remembering the hot, dark tilt of Jimin’s voice as he pressed his knot into Taehyung’s cunt. “Said he’d pup me if I asked nicely enough.”
Jungkook’s arm flexes. Taehyung catches a hint of his fingers, tucked beneath his stomach, rubbing at himself. “Did you?” he breathes out. “Ask-?”
“Ah-hah, r’you enjoying storytime?” Taehyung teases. Jungkook presses his face into the sheets and whines, closing his eyes. “C’mere, pup. Let hyung help you.” Taehyung opens his arms and beckons Jungkook closer.
Jungkook scrambles up to get into Taehyung arms, gingerly settling between Taehyung’s thighs. “Ah- sore,” he explains, wincing. Taehyung coos, petting gently over the base of Jungkook’s spine, soothing over the curve of his ass. Jungkook’s skin is sticky-damp with sweat (and probably other fluids, honestly.) “Keep talking?” Jungkook asks. “Love hyung’s voice.” He noses over Taehyung’s collarbone.
Taehyung tilts his neck to the side to offer Jungkook access to his scent glands. Jungkook sighs happily, melting into Taehyung’s body. He wonders if Jungkook can smell Jimin and Seokjin on him—probably so, they’d scented him not too long ago and Jungkook’s sense of smell is incredible.
“‘Course, anything for my baby.” Taehyung shifts so Jungkook’s weight leans more securely on him. “You wanted to know if I asked Jimin nicely, right? Well, I did, Jungkook-ah. I asked him so nicely. I said—Alpha, I want your puppies so bad, begged him real good for it. Will you put a baby in me? Jimin went crazy for it, as usual. Should’a seen him, Jungkook-ah. You should’ve smelled him. Oh, god,” Taehyung says, almost on a moan, thinking of the thick, heavy scent of Jimin’s rut that had flared when he’d begged for pups. Jungkook laps at his sensitive scent gland, and Taehyung shivers. “He smelled so alpha that I just got completely soaked. I was so wet, Jungkook-ah. Dripping wet. He said I smelled like—honey. Tasty.”
“Good enough to eat,” Jungkook mumbles against the skin of his throat. Taehyung chuckles. Jungkook drags his tongue up the column of Taehyung’s neck, up over his jaw. He pulls back to stare right at Taehyung, eyes dark and breath heavy, and his pink little tongue darts out and licks over his mouth. “Yummy,” Jungkook says, and smacks his lips, savoring the taste of Taehyung. “Tasty hyung.”
It flutters hotly inside Taehyung, licks him in the softest places of his abdomen, his throat. “Jungkook-,” Taehyung begins, but before he says anything else, Jungkook kisses him, toppling them over.
Taehyung kisses him back immediately, tugging him by the hips to press their chests and warm bellies together. Jungkook wriggles against him, panting. “Hyung,” he mumbles into the kiss. “Hyung, hyung, hyung-,” all moaned into the soft unlocking over their lips, over and over again. His hips start moving against Taehyung, helpless.
Taehyung rubs over the swell of Jungkook’s ass. He slips his fingers between the cheeks to press up against Jungkook’s hot, swollen hole, feeling it flutter against the pads of his fingers in time with the slick little sounds from their mouths meeting. Seems like Jungkookie really likes the noise. Taehyung does, too.
Jungkook pulls back, props himself up on his arms and ruts his hips forward. Their flushed cocks slide together, jutting out from their pussies. Jungkook hardens quickly, curving down against Taehyung’s own length, hot and pulsing.
Taehyung darts up to suck one of Jungkook’s brown little nipples into his mouth. Jungkook cries out and almost collapses on top of Taehyung, elbows weakening. “Hyung,” he gasps out, “suh-sensitive …” Jungkook’s head drops forward, sweaty bangs brushing Taehyung’s forehead. His hips work furiously, cock nudging up between Taehyung’s slick folds. On one stroke, his stiff little cockhead catches the rim of Taehyung’s leaking cunt. Taehyung grabs his waist and keeps him there, Jungkook’s tip kissing up at his little come-soaked hole.
“You gonna fuck your alpha’s come back into me, Junggu-ah?” Taehyung says, breathless. “What if you get me pregnant?”
“Oh my god,” Jungkook moans. A rush of sweetness bursts into the air. “Hyung, I slicked—,” Jungkook hiccups.
“Oh, baby,” Taehyung coos. “Let hyung feel.” He presses a hand between Jungkook’s thighs to find that, yes, he really did slick up, hot and slippery. Just from Taehyung’s dirty talking. Sweet boy.
He slips two fingers into Jungkook’s cunt, pushing in with a slick, filthy noise. Jungkook whines, sitting up on Taehyung’s thighs to watch. “Haeng-ah,” Jungkook gasps. “Fingers, long fingers …” Jungkook’s burning hot inside, his used walls all swollen and plush.
Soft, ripe omega cunt. Taehyung groans and strokes him inside. His mouth starts watering already, desperate for a taste, but Jungkook kisses him again, moaning into his lips. That sweet, Jungkookie taste. Hot, eager mouth and that fruit-juice flavor of him, his sugar-rush Jungkookie. Taehyung’s favorite high.
Jungkook’s breath stutters in time with the rubbing of Taehyung’s fingers. Taehyung grinds his palm into the base of Jungkook’s cock.
“Fuck, ” Jungkook swears, sharp and bitten. His teeth sink into Taehyung’s lower lip and Taehyung’s cunt clenches around nothing as he gasps. Jungkook bites him again, like he’s trying to eat Taehyung whole.
A thicker scent flares into the air—Jungkook’s leaking from both ends, over Taehyung’s palm and between the glossy seam of his thighs. Slick and come and all the good kinds of mess, the room smells of rich, humid, sticky-sweet arousal. Like sex. Like a hard, filthy fuck.
“C’n you rub my baby hole?” Jungkook asks, his voice wavering shyly.
Unh? Taehyung prods in a little deeper—oh, that’s what he means. His baby hole. The swollen jut bumps into the tip of Taehyung’s fingers, and he strokes lightly over the cushiony swell. There’s a soft little indentation right at the center of the hot, tender flesh: his cervix. Sensitive Jungkookie. Taehyung’s gentle with him, he’s sure Jungkook’s baby hole has been abused enough by their alphas’ cockheads today.
“Feels good?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook’s response is a pitiful moan and a gush of slick. It’s answer enough. He’s feeling wonderful.
“Aches s’ho good,” Jungkook mumbles, half-indecipherable, into Taehyung’s collarbone. Each time Taehyung rubs over the little slit, Jungkook’s velvet-soft cunt quivers and clings to his fingers. “Hyung’s touching me so deep inside ...” Oh, he likes that.
“Did your alphas bully you here, honey?” Taehyung hums. Jungkook nods jerkily, his breath hiccuping in Taehyung’s ear. “Bet you asked them for it, though. Bet you begged real nice for your hyungs to bully you in here.” He grins against Jungkook’s jaw, pushes a kiss onto it.
“Un,” Jungkook moans, “I did, I did …” His hips jerk forward, squirming when Taehyung puts pressure on his cervix. His chest caves in, little rosy cock bobbing as he rocks his hips. “Touch hyung, too?”
“Yeah, baby,” Taehyung says, tilting his hips to offer himself to Jungkook. Jungkook immediately curls his fingers around Taehyung’s cock, his head turning to pant into Taehyung’s ear. God, fuck, Taehyung’s a sucker for close-up noises, that gorgeous breath stuttering right there for him—surround-sound pleasure. His dick pulses in Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook’s fingers wander, curiously, down Taehyung’s slick-messy slit. He rubs at Taehyung’s sensitive hole and then presses inside, the heel of his palm trapping Taehyung’s cock to his pelvis. “Unh, Junggu-ah,” Taehyung gasps, furrowing his brow. His fingers go slack inside Jungkook.
Taehyung’s cunt is real noisy, messy with the faint, soft squelch of wet flesh. Jungkook’s strong fingers coax out the slick in him, mixed with the thickness of Jimin’s come. His bicep flexes as he works—Taehyung can’t help himself and bites right into the corded muscle. Jungkook’s fingers are long, like he’s impaled Taehyung right through, directly into the most sensitive, used places of him.
For a moment, Taehyung imagines Jungkook holding him up just like that. Jungkook’s palm cupped over his vulva, strong fingers speared into his cunt, thick biceps curled: and Taehyung’s feet dangling, off the ground.
Taehyung goes dizzy and slicks up everywhere.
Jungkook pulls his hand out to look at the mess on his fingers. “Nh- oh,” he says, his forehead tipping forward onto Taehyung’s. His cunt squeezes on Taehyung’s slack fingers, over and over like he just can’t help it. “Oh, I want-,” Jungkook’s eyes are big, unblinking, as he touches his slick fingers to the bud of his mouth. “Want, give me Jimin-hyung’s puppies, too,” Jungkook says, breathless.
Taehyung tips forward to capture his wet, sweet mouth for a moment, and then makes to slide his fingers out. But Jungkook clings hotly to him for a second longer, whining.
“Baby, you gotta let me-,” fuck, that hungry little cunt. Taehyung spreads his hand over the expanse of Jungkook’s quivering abdomen. Jungkook lets him go with a wounded noise. Taehyung reaches down between his own thighs, but before he gets there, Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s wrist and guides his hand up to Taehyung’s mouth. Oh, so he wants to see—Taehyung can play pretty for him.
Taehyung throws a demure look at Jungkook beneath his lashes, opening his mouth to let Jungkook guide his own fingers in. Jungkook pauses for a second, breath hitching, gaze fixed where he’s rubbing the taste of his cunt into Taehyung’s mouth. There’s something muskier, with it, a heavy and familiar flavor on Taehyung’s fingertips, dripping on his tongue—
“Can you taste him, too?” Jungkook asks him. “Hoseok-hyung,” he clarifies, though he doesn’t need to. Taehyung knows Hoseok’s taste by heart. He inhales the faint scent into his lungs, mouth already flooding with saliva. Learned response. Hoseok’s got his omegas well-trained. Jungkook presses Taehyung’s wrist just a little more insistently, and Taehyung chokes a bit, drooling.
He eases himself off his own fingers with a little pop and pinches Jungkook in the side. “You really got it all today, huh? Hobi-hyung in the pussy, Namjoon-hyung in the ass.”
“At the same time, too,” Jungkook giggles. He’s blushing, which is rather endearing.
Taehyung scowls, although it’s all very light-hearted. “You keep bragging, I’ll get jealous. And I won’t share Jimin’s puppies with you, then.”
“Nh-o-o! Okay, fine, I’ll stop,” Jungkook promises. He leans forward and kisses Taehyung, pout made soft. Jungkook settles onto his heels and leans back on one hand, using the other to spread his labia and show off the sweet pink clench of his hole. “Will hyung give me?”
Taehyung reaches down and dips two fingers inside himself to really wet them, get them soaking and shiny, before he rubs over the flushed, sore rim of Jungkook’s cunt. Jungkook’s hips jerk forward sharply, trying to bury Taehyung’s fingers inside him.
“Ah-ah.” Taehyung pulls his hand back. “We have to share, yeah? I only brought so much for the two of us.”
“Uh-huh,” Jungkook nods. He bites his lip for a moment. “Gimme, please … We’ll do it for each other, okay? Make sure, make sure it takes. And I’ll make sure for hyung, too.”
“Okay, baby. C’mon, lean to your side.” Taehyung nudges Jungkook off him so he can lay back on an elbow, one leg stretched and the other propped up flat on the bed. Taehyung reaches between Jungkook’s thighs to press two come-slick fingers into his sore pussy. As he tugs out, Jimin’s come wells around his fingers, clinging to the rim of Jungkook’s cunt. And god, looking at Jungkook like this, Taehyung really, really hopes their next heat will hit at the same time once they’re off regulators, so that they can get knocked up by their alphas together.
He lifts Jungkook’s thigh up, across his body, and shifts between Jungkook’s legs, letting Jungkook roll a bit onto him. It’ll work best if he does it himself first and then to Jungkook, he’s learned. He circles the base of Jungkook’s cock, angles it and guides Jungkook into his cunt. The pressure of Jungkook’s dick makes the sore ache in his walls flare up again. Taehyung hisses.
“Unh, wet, ” Jungkook moans. “Fuck, hyung, pussy’s so wet …” His hips jerk hard, uncontrollable. His cock slips in deep, all at once, pelvis crushed to Taehyung’s.
Taehyung’s eyes roll back in his head. “Ahn, fuck! ” he cries. His hips try to squirm from the sensation, but it only succeeds in making Jungkook’s cock drag against his rubbed-raw walls. “Nh, ahh …”
“Hyung, y’r clenching too much, gonna come s’ho fast-! ”
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll—let me,” Taehyung pants. He tugs himself off Jungkook’s cock a bit, so he’s not as deep, and splays two fingers down his folds, squeezing on either side of his dick. Taehyung angles his own cock into Jungkook’s ripe, rosy heat. He smudges his cockhead over Jungkook’s come-glossed hole, watching the helpless little clench of him, almost violent pink inside. Begging for it.
“Empty,” Jungkook complains. “Hyung, fill me up.” Impatient little brat. Taehyung clamps down tight on his tip and Jungkook squeals, thrashing. “Ah, ah, hyung, don’t be mean- ! ”
“Easy, Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung soothes a hand over Jungkook’s quivering thigh and finally pushes the head of his cock into the tight, silky heat of Jungkook’s cunt. He tucks himself inside, as far as he can, and then readjusts his hips to let Jungkook’s dick slide a bit further into his own cunt. “Ohh, fuck,” Taehyung swears. Jungkook’s pussy flutters around his cock, sucking him in. “Fucking shit .”
Jungkook’s hands fist the sheets, helplessly, his hips beginning to rock already. “Push it in,” he says. “Push it in, all the way in …”
They can’t get too deep in each other like this, but the doubled stimulation is more than enough.
The newness of it hits him all over. The gentle swell of Jungkook’s cockhead rubs into his hole, stretching it on the flare, over and over again. A shivering sensation inserts itself gently between the layers of Taehyung’s skin. Their thighs are pressed so tightly that Taehyung can hardly move but he strains nonetheless, catching the little bursts of Jungkook’s scent. He’s smelling desperate already, and Taehyung’s sure his own arousal is flooding relentlessly into the air.
Jungkook’s cunt is fluttering, sucking, like he really needs to get fucked. Taehyung’s got half a mind to just push him down and shove himself into Jungkook’s hungry little hole but Jungkook’s got enough control over him, enough leverage in their back-and-forth that Taehyung’s all warm and melted. Sweet and gooey and honey-sticky, being licked inside by Jungkook’s cock, unable to help the squeeze of his pussy. His mind feels cloudy, dumb, already slipped so far from coherency that he can only manage stuttering, half-jointed noticings of the sensations.
Taehyung’s fingers dimple the meat of Jungkook’s quad as he rolls his hips forward. The heat between Jungkook’s thighs radiates all thick, humid over Taehyung’s vulva. Taehyung can’t keep the rhythm—the pleasure’s beginning to overtake his body and this is right around the level of fucked-out when he starts to really become useless. “Jungkook, y’gotta fuck me,” Taehyung says, almost urgently. “Please, just—fuck, do it, hard!”
“I’got you, hyung, I can do it,” Jungkook promises. And he starts to work his hips hard, thigh flexing under Taehyung’s hands—and there’s the part where Taehyung can’t do anything but surrender. Because Jungkook is relentless when chasing pleasure, cock rubbing Taehyung’s cunt open in tandem with the clinging of his pussy. It’s not fucking so much as it is grinding, but it’s—intense, this way.
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and just holds on, Jungkook’s thrusts rocking their bodies across the sheets. They’re flush against each other, fit right together, two little puzzle pieces. He imagines how it would look from the outside, imagines all their hyungs standing around them, watching Jungkook and Taehyung writhe together in their nest. Wet everywhere, all messy, desperate. Taehyung whimpers into the curve of his arm.
“I want hyungs to watch,” Jungkook says, as if he’d read Taehyung’s mind. Taehyung’s suddenly overcome with a profound surge of affection for him. “Imagine them watching us like this when we’re knocked up.”
“Oh. ” Taehyung’s vision spots out for a moment. His thighs tremble.
“Round with puppies—”
“You better hurry and get knocked up then,” Taehyung pants out. “Jimin and I do it raw every night. You won’t get pregnant taking Namjoon-hyung in the ass.”
“Shuddup—”
“Taking everyone in the ass, you slut.”
Jungkook hiccups. “I’ll take you in the ass—”
“S’that supposed to be a threat?” Taehyung huffs out a laugh. “C’mon, show me that greedy little thing.”
The little flex of Jungkook’s taint is now all stained with their slick. Taehyung traces his thumb down it, following to the pinch of Jungkook’s asshole. He presses his thumb into the hot rim, where Jungkook’s still leaking. There’s enough give that Taehyung can slide a finger in immediately.
“Nhh, give it,” Jungkook gasps. “Knot …” Taehyung curls his knuckles up and presses them to Jungkook’s rim, distending it like a knot would. “Hyung knot …” Jungkook’s plush everywhere, thick inside with the pressure of his walls. He’s got a rosy little gape, when Taehyung pushes down into him. “Ah, hah, hy-ung— ! ”
“I know, baby,” Taehyung pants, petting at the silky clench of Jungkook’s asshole. “I know.”
“F-full, hn. Hyung. ”
“I give you knot, you give me knot, too, yeah?” Nn. “Junggu-ah, you listening?”
Jungkook gurgles.
“I get two fingers in your ass and you stop talking? No wonder Namjoon-hyung fucked you stupid in here.”
“S’thupid …” Jungkook’s head lolls on the sheets. “Fuck me …”
Taehyung tugs his fingers out and then pushes them back in again, spreading them to open Jungkook up. He watches the cute little flex of Jungkook’s belly, straining as he writhes under the stimulation. Jungkook’s thighs start shaking uncontrollably, his breathing all raspy and slurred.
“Knotslut.” Taehyung stretches his rim suddenly.
“Ye’th- hh! Hh-hyung’s knot s’hlut-”
Taehyung’s entirely jealous of the place Jungkook’s in right now. Fucked stupid. He wants to be fucked dumb, too. He’s all writhing with jealousy, hungry and aching down into his core. Body craving the fat stretch of a knot, missing Jimin’s cock already, even though he’d been babbling on it not an hour ago.
“Jungkook-ah, you gotta give me too, y’promised, don’t be greedy-,” Taehyung starts rocking them, hips squirming to get Jungkook’s attention. “Please … ‘m hungry for it, want your knot, Jungkookie’s knot—”
Taehyung gets barely half his whine out before Jungkook’s knuckles curl into him, stretching the rim of his cunt.
“Can’t believe-,” Jungkook pants. “Can’t believe you’re calling me names when you’re the biggest knotslut out here.”
Taehyung starts giggling. He’s really not wrong. “Jimin and Hoseok-hyung haven’t stopped calling me that all week.”
“Oh, Hoseok-hyung’s mean to you, he’s so nice to me,” Jungkook says.
“Is that before or after you start crying on his cock?”
“Shadd-ap,” Jungkook groans. His voice hitches on a little moan.
Jungkook’s gotten really wet—the dusky brown cinch of his cunt keeps clenching down on Taehyung’s cockhead, leaking slick all down his taint to where Taehyung’s fingers are buried in him. The wetness is made thick by Namjoon’s come, curling into the soft smattering of hair between Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook is so soft inside, so relaxed; the warm ridges of his cunt suck Taehyung’s cockhead in, thick with pressure, swollen and lush like all meaty, savory. He takes Taehyung’s fingers easily, though Taehyung supposes two fingers is barely anything compared to Namjoon’s knot. Taehyung nudges another finger into Jungkook’s hole.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh, plea’the,” Jungkook chants, his toes curling. “Tuh-tell me about Jimin-hyung again.”
Taehyung’s too gone to even think at all before he speaks, at this point it’s just pouring out of him. “If I think about him too much, I might just conceive on the spot,” he says.
“Good, I’d love to fuck your pregnant cunt.”
“Jesus, Jungkook …” What is he on today? Taehyung can’t fucking see straight.
Jungkook purrs. His wet mouth parts, eyes dazed and far-away. “Thick, pregnant cunt. Would you be sloppy for me, hyung? I’d be sloppy for you. I’d be so wet and messy for hyung.”
Taehyung groans, almost pained. “You are sloppy for me. Messiest thing I’ve put my cock in. Feels fucking- incredible.”
“Y’can fuck me right after, hyung, when- when they knock me up—you put your cock in after and I’ll be so fat and swollen inside, massaging you so good …”
“I’d lie on you, we’ll- hah, oh, we’ll rub our bellies together.” Why does that sound like the hottest thing right now? Maybe the rut hormones have gotten them, too, with all this pregnancy talk. There’s only so many things your brain can fixate on when you’re belly-down, ass-up all day with an alpha muttering about stuffing you full of puppies until you cry.
Jungkook curls another finger into Taehyung. The width of three knuckles rocks Jungkook’s cockhead against the most sensitive place in Taehyung’s pussy, thick along the front, catches him unawares. Taehyung’s hair is made dark and matted with sweat, swept over his forehead, falling in his eyes as he rubs his feverish cheek into the cool sheets. Taehyung blinks and blinks. His mouth seems permanently open on dumb, dazed noises, little unh, unh, unh ’s hiccuping out of him with each thrust. He’s warm and pulsing and liquid everywhere—thighs, belly, cock, cunt. Hot, alive arousal rolling through his body like tugging him up out of himself. Taehyung’s back arches; he has to focus before he slips again.
“Keep talking, hyung, please tell me, please,” Jungkook begs him. “Tell me how you squirted, tell me how you made a mess, nh.”
Taehyung has to gasp for breath before he can speak. Tongue heavy, pooling with saliva.
“I,” Taehyung rasps, “felt like I was pissing myself. All this hot, hot pressure in my cunt and I just couldn’t stop gushing. I took him so well, oh, drenched him, soaked his knot,” Taehyung’s words come out on a blissful, breathless grin, lashes fluttering as a wave of dizziness tightens up his belly, his cunt.
Mouth slack, blank-eyed, taking cock like a ragdoll. “Nnh! ” He’s sloppy, wet. Slick little thing getting his pussy stuffed all day like that. Good boy, he’s a good boy … The voice inside him sounds like Jimin.
A surge rocks through Taehyung, so overwhelming that his muscles lock up everywhere involuntarily, sucking Jungkook in. Jungkook sobs out a tortured little moan, thrashing.
“Was, was quivering all over; I couldn’t stop it. Then I just- went still. And he went, in this voice, hah, all quiet and satisfied—oh, god …” The memory of Jimin’s voice crashes over Taehyung, his dark, heated murmur, “He just looked down at me and said: ‘There, you sweet little bitch.’”
“Hyung, ah ah, nhhh! ” Jungkook wails and seizes up, clawing at Taehyung’s thigh. His breath skitters over Taehyung's knee as he thrusts down; he shakes helplessly and then goes utterly still.
There you go. You sweet little—
Jungkook whimpers. Sweet little bitch—
Taehyung’s cockhead slips out of Jungkook’s cunt, but it doesn’t matter because he’s coming anyway. He ruts down almost violently against Jungkook’s taint, come streaking over his pale skin. Taehyung’s vision goes starry. “Unhhh … ” It’s like he explodes, little fireworks bursting in him.
Taehyung barely has any time to catch his breath before he’s disoriented again.
Jungkook scrambles up and pounces on him and Taehyung falls back with an oof!; he hasn’t even registered anything but Jungkook’s hands are holding down his shoulders, hips nudging open the seam of Taehyung’s thighs. Jungkook’s cock plunges into him, opens him up, relentless. Taehyung’s cunt opens fucking filthy around him, messy and sensitive and raw.
“Guh—aaaah! ” Taehyung muffles his scream into the meat of Jungkook’s bicep. Jungkook’s breath keeps hiccuping like he’s holding back little moans, little sobs as he humps his cock into Taehyung’s pussy. “Ah, Jungkook, oh, oh, fuck—! ”
“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps, almost pained. “Hyung, oh god, oh god, oh god …”
Taehyung quickly realizes that Jungkook’s gearing to fuck him headfirst into another orgasm, but he can’t have that or they’ll both pass out dead tired after and won’t wake up to help the alphas through the night. He pushes at Jungkook’s hips, tugging him out. Jungkook’s hips keep rutting into the air, his cock an angry, friction-burned pink, his cunt blushing and swollen.
Taehyung immediately hooks his fingers into Jungkook’s cunt and Jungkook just collapses on him, like a marionette with its strings cut. His hips squirm over Taehyung’s hand, helplessly, as Taehyung works his fingers. “You’re so sweet inside,” Taehyung tells him, mouth brushing the shell of Jungkook’s ear. Saliva clicks under his tongue.
“Hah, ah, hyung,” Jungkook pants, burying his face in Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s fingers quite literally squelch in him as Jungkook slicks up impossibly more, wet all down the back of Taehyung’s hand.
“I know, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. “I know, it’s so much, right?”
Jungkook makes a pitiful little whine, his breath hot and damp on Taehyung’s skin. “Oh please, hyung, pleasepleaseplease— ”
Taehyung grinds the heel of his palm into Jungkook’s stiff little cock. Jungkook convulses, soundless, and comes again, in his hand.
“Nnh. Mmnh. ” Jungkook’s got no words, only offering Taehyung soft, bitten moans. “Nnguh.”
“Hyung’s got you, baby,” Taehyung soothes, as Jungkook shakes in his arms. “I got you.”
Jungkook’s pussy melts on his fingers. Taehyung can feel slick dripping between the crease of his knuckles, down his palm, and when he finally pulls out after Jungkook stops squeezing with the after-shocks of his orgasm, he puts his fingers in his mouth, still-warmed from the heat of Jungkook’s cunt.
Jungkook smears his mouth to the corner of Taehyung’s lazily and drops down, tugging Taehyung into him. Taehyung finds himself trapped in Jungkook’s sweaty embrace. He sighs pleasantly and settles down to nap, their nest messy, limbs askew, bodies sated. He lets Jungkook suckle a little bit on his fingertips, too, though his arm starts getting tired quickly from the angle.
“Junggu-ah,” Taehyung murmurs into Jungkook’s sweaty hair. He strains up for a second, trying to dislodge Jungkook’s arm.
Jungkook closes his eyes and grunts. He secures Taehyung more firmly into his embrace and tucks him there.
“Okay.” Taehyung laughs a little bit as Jungkook clings to him like a koala. “Okay. S’naptime, I see.”
Jungkook grunts again. He smushes his mouth to the round of Taehyung’s shoulder, like a messy kiss.
“Uh-huh.” Taehyung manages to wiggle his arm free and smoothes Jungkook’s hair off his forehead. He presses his lips to Jungkook’s skin. “Yes on naptime, then? Until chicken.”
Jungkook makes another nonverbal sound, somewhere between a hum and a grunt this time. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter.
“Love you,” Taehyung tries.
“Shh,” Jungkook says. There’s a cute little furrow dimpled between his brows as he tries to concentrate on napping. His lower lip pushes his mouth up into a pout, a focused little bud.
“Say it back,” Taehyung demands, a bit petulant. He jostles Jungkook’s shoulder. “Jungkook-ah, I said I love you, stop being mean and say it back to me!”
“Iloveyou,” Jungkook sighs out, rushed all at once. “‘M tired .” And then his face screws up even cuter and he squeezes Taehyung all tight in his arms. He bites Taehyung’s shoulder impulsively, with almost childish affection.
Taehyung lets out a delighted laugh, unfettered, and puts up with it. “Make out?”
“‘M lazy.”
Taehyung tilts down to just rub their swollen mouths together. Jungkook’s tongue flicks out to catch the underside of Taehyung’s teeth. The slow catch and drag of their lips is eased by the slide of saliva. Simple pleasures, pressed together.
“Love you,” Jungkook sighs. Properly, this time, the sentiment kissed into Taehyung's mouth. Soaking on his tongue.
Taehyung eats it all up.