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Jeongguk knew his body well enough to identify when a mini-heat was about to hit; it was discernible from the exhaustion of performing the night before, like a deep-rooted fatigue was settling into his bones and weighing him down.

In the morning, it was difficult to get out of bed. He slept through his alarms, didn’t get up for his morning workout, still cocooned in his mess of blankets and pillows despite his body temperature drastically rising with every passing hour, causing him to sweat profusely under the sheets.

There was already a bunch of rustling and chatter downstairs⏤the rest of the pack must have gathered for lunch, because the sound of plates and utensils tinkering could be heard from the second floor. 

He didn’t quite register being awake until he heard knocking at his door. “Jeongguk-ah? It’s lunch time.”

A groggy hum. Jeongguk raised his head to see it was Taehyung peeping through the door, just barely making out the concern on his face as he took one whiff of the room. “Mmm. . .time is it?”

“Almost eleven, Gguk.” A hesitant pause. For reasons concerning both their cycles, Taehyung couldn’t be in the room for long in the case of triggering his own heat⏤he already knew when it was going to hit; had it down to science at this point. “I’ll send one of the hyungs up here, yeah? Give me a second.”

Jeongguk said something unintelligible. He didn’t care who they sent up to check on him. The only thing he could focus on was kicking the blanket off his body, rolling onto his front with a pillow clutched beneath his arm, cooling off his sweaty back.

Who were they going to send up this time? Last time, Namjoon took it upon himself to tend to his needs since he was on the strongest rut suppressants at the time. The one previous was Hoseok, though he frequently shared duties with Yoongi as the only two betas in the pack. Jimin and Taehyung were an option⏤together, not separately, not since they were a mated pair. Their cycles were perfectly in sync, and that itself was an overwhelming experience for their youngest, having been clouded with both alpha and omega pheromones.

There was no schedule or assignment when it came to their mating cycles, but if they were basing it off recent rotations and suppressant dosages, then the only left who hadn’t tended to the omega was⏤

“Jeongguk?” Oh no. “Heard you’re not doing okay?”

Seokjin was the last person he would anticipate to help him. It was⏤complicated. Jeongguk almost wanted to pull the blanket back up and curl up in embarrassment, because the last time it was their eldest that took care of him during his heat, his actual heat, he almost didn’t recover.

And yet, when Seokjin came up to him and placed his hand on his back, Jeongguk’s body immediately melted at his touch. The omega sighed heavily, cracking an eye open. “Hyung.”

He was freshly showered. His hair was damp at the ends, smelled like his usual bath products, and his face still dewy. Like a similar reaction to Taehyung, Seokjin didn’t mask the concern on his face. “Oh.”

To begin with, neither of them told the rest of the pack not to set them up together. “Yeah.”

Still, Seokjin didn’t reject the responsibility. It was only fair that he stepped in given the timing. Instead, he knelt on the floor to be at eye-level with the omega, keeping a hand on his warm body. “How bad is it? Do you want hyung to bring food up? What about your vitamins and prescriptions?”

“Uhm. . .it’s still bearable that I can eat downstairs.” Jeongguk answered quietly, his eyes reading the reaction on the alpha’s face. “Need to take prescriptions at noon-ish.”

“Okay, that’s good.” He brought the back of his hand to Jeongguk’s forehead, then to the side of his neck. “Think you can get through the show tonight?”

“Yeah, an extra dose should take care of it ‘nd maybe a lot of sleep tomorrow.” It was wishful thinking. Jeongguk was already zeroing in on the way Seokjin’s fingers gently carded through his hair. “Still need to shower. . .”

A quiet pause. The alpha was still combing his hair out of his face, watching his tired eyes look back at him, pupils dilated, twinkling with a mix of desire and fondness. “Do you want hyung to bathe you?”

“Hyung.” A frown. “I’ll be okay.”

“I know. I just⏤” A shy smile. “I miss taking care of you.”

“Seokjin hyung.” Jeongguk was too quick to give in, too quick to hold onto his hyung’s hand, clutching it tightly. “Please, I’m already painfully horny. I don’t need to be emotional, too.”

“Ah, you’re right, I’m sorry.” Seokjin chuckled weakly. “Come on, let’s get you out of bed first.”

“Nooo.”

“Jeongguk-ah, you’re sweaty and reek of heat pheromones.”

“Maybe I like my sweaty spot in bed.”

“That’s gross, Gguk.” The alpha rolled his eyes. “Up, up.”

He decidedly went the easier route of tugging him out of bed, where Jeongguk whined when he was no longer in the familiar scent of the sheets, yet also fell so easily into Seokjin’s arms when he stood up with tired legs. 

One way or another, they were going to end up like⏤this. This, as in: Seokjin wanting to care and dote on the omega like before, like it was instincts. This, as in: Jeongguk craving the alpha’s affection and being smothered in his scent, just like before. It didn’t take long to fall back into an old pattern of push-and-pull, of wanting to do things they couldn’t quite do without the temptation of laying claim heavy on their minds.

Because the last time Seokjin spent every waking moment with the omega during his heat, who was so clearly delirious with heat pheromones and an insatiable urge to breed and mate⏤what hurt more? Rejecting Jeongguk’s plea for Seokjin to claim him? Or being on the rejected side of the situation?

It was a bad idea in hindsight. He just needed to get through tonight and handle it alone. 

And yet, when Jeongguk hid his face in Seokjin’s neck, breathing in his scent, the tension instantly dissipated from his body. It was too familiar and eased his heat-stricken mind. “Hyung?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t mind if you bathe me. . .” The omega murmured into his skin. The offer was simply too good when all he needed right now was to be babied. He briefly raised his head to see him eye-to-eye. “But I don’t want anything to happen⏤if you get what I mean.”

“Crystal clear.” Seokjin confirmed. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

Jeongguk gnawed on his lower lip. “And if I want something more?”

“Well.” A shrug. “You’ve taken my knot before. Several times. . .an impressive amount of times in one night.”

“Hyung!”

Seokjin laughed it off and dragged him off to the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up before lunch gets too cold.”

Either Jeongguk’s heat was getting to his head or Seokjin was out for blood.

They had gotten quicker at changing during intermission, quick to change in their assigned changing area before their makeup artists worked on the styling. Jeongguk had just zipped up his cargo pants when he caught Seokjin in the corner of his eye still out of his jacket and⏤oh, new outfit? 

Is he trying to induce my fucking heat?

In the next moment, Seokjin shrugged on his black jacket, his hair already styled out of his face and Jeongguk almost had tunnel-vision. 

As if sensing his stare, the alpha turned to meet his gaze, still riding off his high from the roaring crowd, and let a grin grace his lips. To make matters worse, Seokjin winked at him before taking a seat by his makeup station, where their stylists went straight to touching up makeup and hair.

Jeongguk needed to get a grip. It was already hard to control himself when his body was practically screaming at him to satiate his repressed desires. It was another matter when his pack was doting on him and teased him even on stage. It was a much bigger problem when Seokjin was unintentionally doing things that reminded Jeongguk that he, in fact, genuinely might need to take a knot. His knot, specifically.

He needed to get his head out of the gutter. Jeongguk was given his water and prescribed scent-blockers and suppressants to take during times like these, but they were only meant to last two hours at maximum. It was sufficient time, but now, he was worried about the crash he was going to deal with after.

Just another two hours. Jeongguk arranged to be transported back first after photos were taken. Shower right after, maybe a quick bite, vitamins, and then take care of it in bed. He swallowed hard. I can take care of myself. He couldn’t quite shake the thought out of his head. Jin hyung can take care of me.

“Thirty seconds, everyone!” 

Standing from his chair, he took deep breaths, jogging up to his place and covering himself with the robe, awaiting their cue to start walking out.

It was when they were out on stage, where thousands of eyes were on them and more, and yet, Jeongguk still managed to meet Seokjin’s gaze the second the music fed into their in-ear monitors.

Fuck. Maybe it was an impossible challenge to get through tonight without going insane. Fuck you and your stupid knot.

He had hoped that he could make it through the next eight songs, and in some parts, Jeongguk was convinced that he could when he was so enthralled by the energy of the crowd, dancing and singing his heart out that he was sweating profusely. Things were going so, so well for him⏤until the end of Idol.

Suddenly, like a punch to his gut, Seokjin got a hold of one of the LED flags, carrying it over his broad shoulder with his pink mic in hand. Jeongguk caught a glimpse of it during his run and on the big screen, screaming in his head, what the hell is his problem? He looked so soft and sweet yesterday, but now⏤now this was what the eldest alpha of the pack didn’t show as frequently, and it might be for good reason.

When they made it past the black curtains, Jeongguk overheard the alpha saying he needed to use the restroom before changing, to which he announced the same, earning a questionable look from Namjoon. He tried to be nonchalant about his quick jog as an attempt to catch up to him.

It was reckless, and they definitely did not have enough time for something risky, but they weren’t wearing anything fancy for the last segment of the show. Jeongguk could afford to cut it close.

So when he caught up to Seokjin, who looked surprised to see him barge through the private restroom before the door closed, Jeongguk managed to lock it and take the front of the alpha’s jacket to tug him down for, what might be, the first time they kissed in months⏤or a year? Maybe even more than a year.

Jeongguk couldn’t think straight. He felt crazed as arousal curled deep in his core, clouding his judgement, and it pained him that Seokjin couldn’t take care of the problem right then and there. 

All the omega could do was press their lips together, whimpering in desperation when Seokjin finally made sense of what was happening and kissed him back⏤maybe even hungrier than he was, more aggressive, crowding him against the door with his hands first holding his waist, until they moved up to touch his face, tilting his head back to deepen their kiss.

A blessing and a curse. Seokjin kissed him breathless, with his plump and soft lips that felt like heaven against his own, his hot tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him, with his slender and bony fingers slipping down from his face to his jaw, and then further down to his throat—and suddenly, he was pressing down, constricting his breathing. “Fucking⏤hyung.”

“Jeongguk, baby.” Don’t talk to me like that, I’m weak. If looks could kill, then this would have been a crime scene. “We can’t do this right now.”

“I can’t. I want. . .” He tried to catch his breath. “Please, we can make it quick. We’ve done this before, right? Please.”

“I know what you want, but we don’t have enough time for this, and I really need to take a piss.” Seokjin exasperated before letting him go in favor of walking over the urinal. Fortunately, his back was facing the omega, because his dick was half-hard in hand, equally as tempted to give into his needs. There was no room for him to feel embarrassed about it as he washed his hands afterwards. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Jin hyung⏤”

“Jeongguk, let’s be reasonable.”

Like a trump card, the omega licked his lips, staring him down. “Yeobo, please.”

A huff of disbelief. And yet, Seokjin couldn’t hide the way his pupils dilated, couldn’t hide how he was visibly recalling the first time the endearment slipped from Jeongguk’s pretty pink lips and how a blush formed on his cheeks, something uttered in the heat of a moment that pushed all the right buttons in Seokjin’s head. There was a reason it rarely slipped outside of the bedroom. 

Perhaps in Jeongguk’s heat-compromised brain, it was also a fail-proof method of tricking the alpha into giving him what he needed most, and yet⏤was that not simply indicative of how much Jeongguk loved him? 

“You did not just pull that on me now of all times.” And yet, Seokjin took the bait every time. “Can’t believe I put up with such a brat.”

Jeongguk was simply too good at coercing him with his eyes, too; like puppy eyes that were wide with a strong need. He was quick to think on his feet in dire situations like this as he brought the alpha’s hands to his unzipped pants. “You don’t have to knot, I just—I need to feel you inside me, hyung.”

Unfortunately, Seokjin wasn’t immune to his charms either. No one was. Not when an omega as pretty as him was begging. “God, you’re so—just sit on the counter, I’ll give you my fingers.”

His legs felt like jelly as he stumbled over in a rush, shrugging his pants and underwear down, shivering when his bare ass made contact with the cold countertop. Still, Jeongguk was shameless in the way his legs spread for him, his clothes pooling around his ankles.

They’ve had a quickie during a concert, yes, but that had been ages ago by now. Seokjin wasn’t even sure if he could make the omega come in such little time, but that didn’t mean they weren't going to try.

His exposed cunt was dripping wet, making it easier for Seokjin to shove two fingers inside, churning them around his walls to coat them in his slick before properly pumping them in and out of his hole, and the moans Jeongguk made were criminal. “Hyung, yes, yes, oh my god.”

As Jeongguk leaned back with his head resting against the mirror, his walls clenched around Seokjin’s fingers, he was so strung up that any form of pleasure felt thrice as good, especially when the alpha only needed to probe around for a second to make electricity shoot up his spine. 

That was enough for Seokjin to double down and insert a third digit, changing the angle of his wrist so he could properly fuck him with his fingers, coaxing choked moans out of Jeongguk, his eyes fluttering shut with bliss—but the alpha brought his attention back by using his free hand to thumb at his clit, making his hips jerk. “Fuck, hyung, just like that, just like that, please—“

“Focus on me, baby.” The request felt silly because, how could he not? “Think you can come on my fingers?”

Another lewd, helpless moan tumbled off his lips as he nodded, staring back at Seokjin with a hooded gaze. “Mmm—yes, yes, I’m getting close, feels good, hyungie.”

It might as well be in record time, but there were already two, maybe three things at play: Seokjin in his new outfit, with sweat still dripping down the side of his face as he fervently fucked him with his fingers, thrusting them in an out at a fast and rough pace, causing his jacket to slide off his shoulders to reveal his white tank top—with a painfully obvious bulge at the front of his track pants that made Jeongguk wish it were inside him instead, but his fingers were a close second when Seokjin knew his body so, so well.

Jeongguk’s abdomen started to clench with his impending climax. Seokjin was practically bullying an orgasm out of him, because the dual stimulation of his thick and crooked fingers pressing into his sweet spot paired with his other hand massaging his clit in time, incessantly picking up pace that Jeongguk’s body abruptly started to tremble and—

“Fuck, there you go, that’s my baby.” Seokjin groaned, watching with hungry eyes as the omega came all over his fingers and the counter, still rubbing his clit through it all until he couldn’t take it. “Good boy, baby, took my fingers so fucking well.”

“I—hyung.” Jeongguk felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. “Jin hyungie, holy fuck.”

“We need to clean up quickly.” Seokjin went to get a bunch of toilet paper, both for his soaked hand and the mess between Jeongguk’s legs. “Now, Jeongguk.”

“Right, right, okay.”

The members didn’t bat an eye when they both returned; their eldest reeked of Jeongguk’s scent and the youngest couldn’t stop blushing as they changed. All that mattered was that they made it back in time.

Seokjin didn’t think he would be this affected by Jeongguk’s pheromones, but it was hard to ignore when he and the rest of the pack were enraptured by the omega’s steady decline into a haze-daze. Fortunately, Jimin and Taehyung managed to keep him in check until the end.

After photos were taken, everyone ensured they returned their in-ear monitors and collected their personal belongings before hopping into their assigned vehicles. He had plenty of time until their driver arrived on scene.

Except Namjoon, the all-knowing leader and his insightful wisdom, was quick to catch up to him and whisper, “Jin hyung, respectfully, I think you and I need to swap vehicles since mine gets here first. You’ll be riding with Hoseok.”

Seokjin gave him a pointed look. “Why’s that?”

“Just do it. Jeongguk looked like he was seconds away from crying when you didn’t acknowledge that he was eye-fucking you when you weren’t looking.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” Namjoon sighed. “Hoba’s just using the restroom, but he’ll be right out.”

“I mean, it’s totally fine if you want to go first. Jeongguk didn’t really ask me⏤”

“Hyung.”

“Okay, okay.” 

And that was exactly how they ended up back at the rental home. Hoseok was kind enough to offer to save dinner and leave it outside either of their rooms if there was a change of plan. In the meantime, Seokjin was quick to shower while Hoseok checked up on the omega.

It hardly took him fifteen minutes in the shower. A strange sense of urgency was what motivated him to rush everything else, because it seemed like everyone was certain that Jeongguk absolutely needed him there. He wasn’t being dense, was he? If anything, he thought he kept a close eye on the omega the entire time, even during the intermission breaks—aside from the little restroom incident.

Seokjin cleaned up the bathroom and took a quick detour back to his room, where he could retrieve his phone and charger in case he was going to spend the night in Jeongguk’s room. Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Ah. Jeongguk was already nesting on his bed. So that’s where my pajamas went.

Out of respect, the alpha quickly sent a text to the group chat and locked the door behind him: gguk’s sleeping in my room, so i suggest everyone go sleep upstairs. thanks and sorry in advance mwah

“Jeongguk-ah?” He was quiet in his approach, in case the omega managed to get some sleep, but it resulted in a pained whine and some rustling beneath his comforter. When Jeongguk did acknowledge him, it was by glancing above the covers, his eyes already watering. “Oh, baby, no.”

Seokjin hadn’t moved this quickly to get into bed. He slid beneath the comforter and scooped Jeongguk into his arms, scooting him to the other side of the bed so he had space to spoon him, to which the omega scented him in response. 

He was running twice as hot now. Jeongguk’s face was in his neck, his tattooed arm tightly draped over his waist. It was as if he was trying to get as close as possible to him. Even their legs were getting entangled. Seokjin tried not to get ahead of himself, waiting for indication of what the next steps were.

Deep down, the alpha knew what was going to happen next when Jeongguk got like this, but it never hurt to be polite.

“Hyung.” His voice was strained, his breathing short. “‘m sorry for earlier, please. I need you.”

“Hey, hey, don’t be sorry. Look at me,” Seokjin nudged him, to which the omega followed. It was as if both his scent-blockers and suppressants wore out at the same time, because his scent was gradually growing stronger, triggering the alpha’s instincts to care for him⏤and breed him. “Hyung will take care of you, hm? Always have and always will.”

It was always so easy to fall into that sweet, hot, mind-numbing haze of his heat when Seokjin just knew him so well; he read him like an open book, especially after all those years of butting heads and play-fighting. He knew what grounded Jeongguk, but he also knew what riled him up and unraveled him at the seams.

When Jeongguk had enough of the alpha’s scent that he felt almost intoxicated by it, he fisted the front of Seokjin’s shirt, using it to anchor himself as he climbed on top of him.

“Fuck.” The omega straddled him with ease, his crotch directly pressed to Seokjin’s cock thickening beneath his boxers, causing him to grind his hips down. “Jin hyung, oh my fuck.”

“Shit, you’re leaking through your panties, Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin could even feel the wet spot through his own underwear. He snaked his hands up from his thighs to his hips, guiding Jeongguk’s movements as he kept humping him through the sheer layers between them, whining above him. “What’s wrong, baby? You have to tell hyung what you need.”

The omega’s hands were planted on Seokjin’s chest, his body burning with lust and want. “Need you to touch me, please, I—I just wanna come again, please?”

Seokjin responded by tugging him into bed, almost throwing him down like a ragdoll as Jeongguk went completely pliant, head buried in pillows that reeked of the alpha’s scent and legs falling open for him without being told to. He hadn’t fully recovered from their little moment earlier either.

The alpha tried not to take too much of his time, not when Jeongguk looked like he was seconds away from crying, so he was quick to pull his underwear off, tossing it off the bed and pushing up his shirt—the omega must have rummaged through his laundry, because that was his sleeping shirt for a good couple days—running his hands up Jeongguk’s stomach affectionately.

Seokjin managed to kneel between his legs, leaving wet kisses down his chest, mouthing down his tummy with his lips, suckling on his soft skin to bruise him. Jeongguk’s arousal was potent and addictive. It made it hard not to bask in it and want to kiss every part of him.

Perhaps when Jeongguk wasn’t delirious with an insatiable lust, then Seokjin might indulge himself that way. For now, the omega was taking fistfuls of his hair, lightly pushing him lower to where he needed his the most attention. It was cute. Jeongguk couldn’t force him no matter how desperate he was.

He gave in before Jeongguk got restless again. Seokjin kissed down his crotch, until he was pushing his thighs back in favor of pressing his lips to his clit and opening his mouth. Jeongguk’s slick pooled between his legs in copious amounts, and he lapped it all up with his tongue, his own cock twitching in interest. 

“Seokjin hyu-ung.” Void of any shame, Jeongguk was practically humping his face, wanting to feel more of Seokjin’s hot tongue licking him, tasting him, pressing further that his nose pressed against his mound as his tongue slipped inside his fluttering cunt. “Fuck, that feels good, hyung.”

The alpha responded with a low hum, darting his tongue around his walls, getting his fill of the omega before coming back up to flick his tongue against his bud. 

It may have been a while since Seokjin pleasured him like this, but it all came back to him in an instant—like muscle memory even. Jeongguk was deliriously moaning out his name, toes curling in and hands pulling at his hair, a sign of another orgasm getting strung out of him and the alpha didn’t give any sign of stopping. He ignored the throbbing in his cock in favor of making Jeongguk come, his fingers digging into his thighs.

Not even when Jeongguk was coming for a second time that night, hot fluids soaking both Seokjin’s face and Seokjin’s shirt and Seokjin’s bed—it was hot. It might be embarrassing for the omega, but it was the hottest thing for Seokjin, and it fueled his urge to pop a knot inside him.

The alpha stood up on his knees, his cock peeking from beneath the waistband of his boxers, looking down on Jeongguk and his flustered face. “God, if my rut comes early, you’re taking my knot, you hear me?”

“Thought you were on suppressants. . .”

“I’m weaning off it,” he said, finally discarding his underwear. He was hard, very much so that it stood up against his stomach, leaking precum as it awaited the omega’s tight heat. “Come on, get comfortable. I’ll give my baby a good pump.”

Jeongguk blushed at that, but he moved towards the middle of the bed, lying comfortably on pillows while Seokjin moved him by his hips, squeezing his thighs appreciatively. His insides churned at the idea of the alpha’s thick cock splitting him open—a part of him almost wanted to believe it looked heavier than the last time they got this intimate.

“Gguk? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled. “You look—bigger.”

A blank stare. Seokjin went as far as to wrap a hand around himself, like he was trying to prove a point. It didn’t. In fact, it only made Jeongguk crave it even more. “No, it feels about the same.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

It was such an alluring sight: Jeongguk clutching the shirt he was wearing with his legs spread apart, bent at the knees, pushed further back by the alpha’s hands as he shuffled closer to his opening. Seokjin held his breath, using one hand to guide the tip between his wet folds, shuddering at the sensation. 

The moment Seokjin pushed the cockhead inside, slowly inching in, stretching him open—they both moaned in pleasure, with Jeongguk’s hips twitching and Seokjin’s lips parting as a breathless groan left him. “Fuck, baby. You’re still so tight.”

“Hyung.” He almost wanted to cry with relief. “Seokjin hyung.”

“I’m right here.” A hard swallow. The alpha gripped him by the waist tightly and finally bottomed out, his hips flush with Jeongguk’s crotch, his cock most definitely throbbing inside of him. “I’m right here, baby. Shit. You’re taking my cock so well—you can feel how it’s fully inside you now, hm?”

The omega nodded mindlessly. “Y-Yes, yes, feel so full, I—oh, fuck.”

Seokjin tried giving him a gentle thrust, but with something primal resurfacing after so long, he planted his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s head, tucking one beneath his pillow and the other clutching the bedsheets. He rolled his hips once, twice, and it all snowballed from there. It was too good, too reminiscent of the last time he had the privilege of taking care of him.

At the end of the day, they were packmates and found ways to care for each during times like these, but truth be told—Seokjin felt left out when everyone else got to spoil their youngest except him.

“Fuck—I missed fucking your pussy,” Seokjin admitted over the obscenely wet squelch of his cock filling him up. “You let everyone else satisfy you but me.”

“‘m sorry.” Jeongguk gasped. “I’m sorry. Hyung makes me—feel too much.”

The alpha huffed at that, repeatedly shoving his cock inside that the tip kept ramming into the deepest parts of him. He lowered himself on one arm, mouthing at his neck as he fucked Jeongguk nice and deep, earning short and breathy whines, bending him further in half. “Yeah? What does my baby feel when hyung’s filling you up like this?”

“Mmm, hah—feel full, feel like hyung might break me,” he babbled. “But I feel safe with Jin hyungie. I feel cared for and—and loved.”

“Your hyungs also love you, Jeongguk-ah.”

“But not like how you love me.” 

“Jeongguk. . .”

“It’s true.” Jeongguk tried not to frown, especially because it was a sore topic for him, and perhaps the biggest reason as to why he hesitated all the times previous to this—why rejection hurt twice as much when it was Seokjin fucking him this good. He was lucky to be distracted enough by the alpha slammed his hips into him, causing him to cry out in pleasure. “Hyung.”

Jeongguk wanted his knot, yes, that was a given—but he wanted Seokjin’s bite just as badly, if not even more.

“Jeongguk-ah,” the alpha muttered against his neck. Seokjin raised his head, holding Jeongguk’s teary-eyed stare, bringing his free hand to gently stroke his cheek. “You already know how much I love you.”

It was embarrassing how Jeongguk was fluttering down below upon hearing such sweet affection. He was gnawing on his lower lip as his eyes broke away from Seokjin’s loving gaze to his pursed lips, just barely wiped clean with the scent of his slick still lingering. He considered kissing him again, and then he realized the choice should have been obvious. “I love you.”

Jeongguk pulled him down for a much slower, much more indulgent kiss than earlier. They were in no rush anymore. He could kiss Seokjin without care for time, focused only on the way the alpha kissed him back—how the wet and slow press of their lips and tongues only made them want it more.

It spurred Seokjin to fuck him harder, deeper. He was such a sweetheart and always has been, but in bed with Jeongguk, he was possessive down to the way he wanted to nestle his cock deep inside his fleshy walls and stay there. 

“Hyung.” Jeongguk’s whines grew louder and Seokjin swallowed them all. “Love you.”

“I love you, too.” The alpha tried to shuffle closer, their bodies completely flushed without a single spot untouched. He smiled against Jeongguk’s lips, breaking their kiss for a second, mouthing at his neck. “Ah, you’re so warm inside, baby. You feel so good around my cock.”

With a harsher thrust, Jeongguk gasped and let his head loll on its side. His body rocked every time Seokjin thrusted into him, overwhelmed with pleasure and still thrumming with the rush of the last orgasm. Even if it wasn’t a full-blown heat cycle, the omega couldn’t think straight, not when his instincts registered Seokjin as a potential mate, practically screaming with need for his knot.

And it wasn’t like Jeongguk could forget; that subtle shift in Seokjin’s movements, how his pace quickened as the base of his cock started to swell, how his fingers started to hold him down, how his mouth always, always kissed over that one part of the omega’s neck that he wanted to bite down on, but they both knew he couldn’t.

Jeongguk felt his pulse rise with anticipation. His hands blindly crawled their way back up to the side of the alpha’s face, curling around black strands as he guided his mouth back to his own, earning a muffled groan.

“Yeobo,” Jeongguk said into their kiss, crossing his ankles behind Seokjin’s back. “Yeobo, breed me⏤breed me, please.”

“Fuck.” The alpha pulled away in favor of prying Jeongguk’s legs off him and hooking it over his shoulders, folding him in half in a proper mating press. “Gonna give you my knot, baby, yeah? Gonna fill you with my seed and knock you up, hm? Is that what you want?”

“Mmm, mmm.” Jeongguk nodded eagerly. His doe eyes had nowhere else to look but at Seokjin. “I can take it.”

He stole another kiss. “I know you can.” 

The visceral reaction Jeongguk had as Seokjin braced against thighs and pounded into him, making wet, sloppy sounds with every stroke of his cock⏤it was all-consuming and deliciously indulgent that fulfilled everything in his needy, insatiable, heat-induced lustful mind. He sobbed, unable to control his moans as something hot pooled in his abdomen.

It felt raw—animal. Jeongguk begged to be bred like he was meant to. 

In response, Seokjin carved a space for himself inside his stretched out cunt, fucking the omega like he made it a personal mission to put a pup inside him, his knot fully formed at the base of his cock, gritting his teeth whenever his knot snagged at his opening—because it didn’t quite fit at the first attempt of shoving it inside, his orgasm close behind.

“A-Ah, yeobo, your knot.” Jeongguk winced, reflexively flinching away from the thick intrusion. “It’s too much, fuck.”

“This is what happens when you don’t let your yeobo breed you properly.” The alpha retorted. “Do I need to train your pussy to take my knot again, baby?”

A moan escaped him. Jeongguk shook his head wordlessly, because he knew he could take it, he was made to take it. He’s been knotted by the alpha before. Several times. He could certainly take it again, perhaps with a bit more force than usual, but Seokjin was always quicker to act on these things anyway.

Letting go of his thighs, Seokjin reached down to splay his hands across the area closer to his labia, using his thumbs to spread his cunt open, giving the omega a few tentative thrusts before he pressed his knot all the way inside, earning a broken moan. “Shit—there you go, just needed an extra stretch, hm?”

The shock of his knot breaching him practically made him come instantly, a wave of overwhelming pleasure racked his body, and all Jeongguk could do was whimper with tears stinging in his eyes. “Oh my—Seokjin hyung, fuck, fuck.”

He almost couldn’t breathe. Seokjin’s pheromones were at its strongest when he was about to come, completely overpowering Jeongguk’s. The alpha incessantly kept grinding his cock against his walls and moving his hips in short thrusts until he was filling him up with cum, and there was something so erotic about the way Jeongguk could feel him spilling all his load inside of cunt, all hot and sticky. 

What was equally erotic was Seokjin panting against him, making dirty, breathless moans as he pressed their foreheads together, his eyes closing for only a moment before looking right into the omega’s blissed out ones. “That’s my baby, you took my knot so well, so perfect for me.”

“Feel so full,” he rasped. “Yeobo came so much. . .”

“I’ve got a high sperm count.” A hum. “Better chances of putting a pup in you.”

Jeongguk clenched at that, making the alpha groan as he stayed nestled deep inside him. The idea was just too arousing for the omega in him—despite the reality of being on contraception, but they didn’t have to think about that right now. He was warm all over, still in a daze, left to feel all floating and fulfilled as they tried to catch their breaths and wait for Seokjin’s knot to go down. It was perfect.

Seokjin managed to unhook the omega’s legs from his shoulders so that he was comfortable, pressing sweet and gentle kisses to his temple. “Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Jeongguk murmured. Mini-heats weren’t always this intense. If anything, he would have been satiated after getting knotted the first time—but it felt like he was still aching for more, more, more. “Seokjin hyung?”

“Mhm?”

“Can we, uhm.” It felt unusual to be making a request when the alpha was balls-deep inside him. “Can we go again?”

Seokjin genuinely laughed at that and kissed his cheek. “Whatever you want, baby. Let me just wait until—you know.”

“Okay,” Jeongguk said. “I do still think your dick got bigger.”

“You think that way because you haven’t let me fuck you in ages.”

“I said I was sorry! Hyung wouldn’t claim me and I’m still kind of hurt over it. . .” There wasn’t any sadness to his words anymore, spoken with a bit of a pout on his lips, maybe with a hint of embarrassment. “I mean, we’re doing it now, at least.”

“At least.” Seokjin sighed. “You know mating isn’t something we can just do without consulting the others first. I’m confident to say that they would be on board with it, but it’s something we have to have a conversation about separately, alright? But don’t ever think that I don’t want to claim you, because that’s simply not true.”

Jeongguk nodded quietly. Fortunately, he started to feel the tight pressure inside of him slowly disappear, allowing for Seokjin to pull out with a disgustingly soaked cock that was still hard, coated in a thick, creamy layer of their bodily fluids—and if that wasn’t already such an arousing view, Jeongguk had both his slick and Seokjin’s cum leaking out of him.

“Fuck.” The alpha had half a mind to remember that they weren’t in a place of their own. “Wait, I need to get a towel. Can’t have us staining the mattress.”

“M’kay.” He rolled over on his side to keep it from dripping down on the sheets. “Bring some water, too, please.”

“Okay!”

Jeongguk smiled to himself.

nj: hey, have hyung and gguk eaten yet?

jm: i just saw jin hyung grab water and snacks! but idk about a meal

jm: hobi hyung put some leftovers by the door

th: it’s still there….

hs: wow our jeonggukkie must be pent up LOL

nj: seokjin hyung might as well go into rut at this point

yg: they’ll be fine. hyung just hasn’t handled him in a while

nj: they’re kind of loud….

nj: anyone got spare ear plugs?

hs: bringing a pair over~

Truthfully, Seokjin was impressed that Jeongguk still hadn’t broken out of his heat⏤his mini-heat that hardly lasted the night. Last time he recalled, probably two months ago, Namjoon knotted the poor thing once and it was over once they both came back from their high. 

Seokjin would know. He was the one who provided them with a nutritious meal and dropped it off at Jeongguk’s place, trying not to let envy ebb away in his heart.

I can do that, too. The alpha had thought to himself at the time. Why don’t you ever ask me anymore?

Now, the omega was still in his happy little heat-haze now that Seokjin was there to fulfill his needs. The best part was how Jeongguk presented himself beautifully for him with his ass up in the air and his face pressed to the mattress, his pussy still glistening with slick and leftover cum, making his cock pulse between his legs.

“My baby’s so pretty.” Seokjin praised, leaning in to kiss up his thigh while he groped at his asscheek, playfully biting him there to make him squeal. “Lower yourself a bit for me⏤yeah, just like that.”

When Jeongguk moved his knees just slightly further apart, Seokjin squeezed his ass tightly, taking his time to appreciate how firm and plump they were in his hands, leaning over to press his lips to his arched back. He dragged his lips down to the dimples of Jeongguk’s back, to his tailbone, and to questionable territory that made the omega twitch in his hold. 

The alpha nosed at his spine before posing just a simple question, “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” Jeongguk breathed. “Yes, yes, ‘m all clean, please.”

“Really, now?”

“Just in case,” he muttered. “We did it last time.”

That, they certainly did. Seokjin grinned against his skin and gave him one more indulgent grope, spreading his cheeks apart before pressing a butterfly kiss to his taint. It made the omega let out a surprised yelp despite giving his approval, and yet, it still left him melting the second Seokjin pressed his tongue flat against him, shamelessly licking a fat, wet stripe the same way he would when he’s eating his cunt.

It’s endearing how quickly it made him quiver. The alpha always loved pleasuring Jeongguk, loved indulging him in any way he could, because he was sensitive to even the slightest of touch, just as eager to receive.

The second Seokjin’s tongue slipped past his rim, trying to keep him spread open for his mouth so he could rim him properly, using spit to get him all wet, Jeongguk let out a wanton moan. The omega tried to stabilize himself on one arm, the other reaching between his legs. “L-Like that, fuck.”

“None of that.” Seokjin swatted his hand away and replaced it with his own, dipping two fingers between his slick labia. “Show me where.”

Not trusting his own words, the omega guided his fingers to his bud, muffling his moans by burying his face into the sheets. It made his cunt throb with arousal, yet he couldn’t be bothered when Seokjin rubbed his clit in quick, circular motions, while working his tongue inside his ass. “Mmm⏤oh my fuck.”

It was a unique kind of pleasure that left Jeongguk helplessly clutching the nearest pillow, taking only what the alpha gave him, too flustered to even raise his head or grind against his tongue. All he could do was moan as if they were the only two left in the house, and Seokjin relished in it.

When Seokjin eventually pulled away, wiping away the spit from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, Jeongguk finally looked back at him with those same needy eyes begging for relief. “I’ll give you my knot, baby, I promise.”

To prove Seokjin was actually actively working on it, he used the same two fingers soaked in slick to spread it all over his spit-slicken rim, using as much of it as he needed until he was pressing them past his rim. It made the omega whimper and carefully rock his hips back. “Yeobo.”

“Ah, even your ass is hungry for my attention, Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin’s words were dripping with lust, watching him try to fuck himself on his two fingers that were stretching him open. The alpha chose to halt his movements and slip in a third, this time, coaxing a wince. He cooed fondly, planting a kiss to his hip. “Just a bit more, baby. You want me to knot you in here?”

“U-Uhm.” Oh, how greedy Jeongguk was that he couldn’t even decide where he wanted him more. “S’okay if you fuck my pussy for a little bit. . .?”

“Sure, baby.” A bright laugh that wasn’t suited for a vulgar scene. “You should have brought a toy with you.”

“I forgot to pack one.” 

“Well, if you want something to fill you up, I’m sure we can ask⏤”

“No, no, no. I only want my yeobo to breed me.” Jeongguk was quick to decline, though it didn’t sound like Seokjin was serious about his suggestion either. They were both too hellbent on making up for all the times they didn’t spend together like this. “Want to feel you come in my tummy.”

Just hearing that made Seokjin close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. The alpha was already trying to keep his possessiveness at bay, but Jeongguk was never one to filter his thoughts anyway.

Pulling his fingers out of the omega’s puffy rim, Seokjin didn’t give warning as he positioned himself closer and guided his aching cock back inside his cunt, a drawn out groan escaping him as Jeongguk’s tight heat swallowed all of his length. It felt so sloppy with all that slick and cum still leaking out of him, but the alpha was going to fuck it all back into him one way or another.

As Jeongguk braced himself against the mattress, Seokjin grabbed him by the hips, tugging him back on his cock and causing both of them to writhe in pleasure, setting a languid pace to satisfy the omega’s need to have his pussy filled to the brim without sending him over the edge.

But fuck, did Jeongguk look so attractive taking his cock⏤all stretched out around his girth and dripping with slick, making a mess of his thighs and Seokjin’s crotch. 

There was a moment where the Seokjin didn’t even have to move. Jeongguk rhythmically rocked back and forth on his cock, bottoming out each time with a wet squelch, whining as he tried to mindlessly fuck himself on the alpha’s cock, pleasuring himself until his movements were halted, where Seokjin slammed his hips forward and caused the omega’s whole body to jerk.

“Yeobo, please,” he mewled. “Want your knot.”

“Awh, all worked up already, baby? Want my knot in your soaking cunt?” The alpha teased, thrusting his cock back into him when he didn’t respond immediately. “Or in your tight little ass?”

“Yeah, yes.” Jeongguk suddenly whimpered when he felt Seokjin’s cock slip out of him, a hand trying to tug him back up. “Ah⏤”

“Up, up.” Seokjin was ushering him closer towards the headboard, taking his wrist and placing Jeongguk’s hand against the wall. The omega seemed to catch on quickly and moved the pillows aside, situating himself on his knees so he could lean slightly forward with one hand on the edge of the headboard and the other braced against the wall. “Good boy, baby. You always know what I’m thinking.”

A shy smile. “Just felt right.”

There was heavy tension between them. Now of all times was when Seokjin needed to be more controlled, more patient. He could not rush it no matter how badly he wanted to knot his needy baby. “Yeobo’s gonna breed you juuust like this.”

As Seokjin slid over the hole of his cunt, gathering as much slick as he could, Jeongguk clutched the headboard and tried to control his breathing. The blunt tip of his cock rubbed against his rim, keeping one hand on his waist as he carefully pushed inside⏤and they both practically sucked in a sharp breath.

Jeongguk’s forehead made a soft thunk when he rested it against the wall, wincing in pain, and yet, it hurt so good. “Fuck, Seokjin⏤Seokjin hyung.”

“I know, baby.” The alpha huffed, trying to stay focused and inched his way inside slowly, but oh so surely. “More?”

“More.” 

His hole clenched around the alpha’s cock as it continued to push in. Seokjin’s breathing shallowed, nosing at Jeongguk’s neck, inhaling his sweet, addictive scent and decidingly tugging at his shirt. “Take this off.” 

Jeongguk didn’t even question it. He pulled the loose shirt off in one smooth motion, which gave the alpha access to kiss his bare skin. Seokjin’s hot mouth pressed to the back of his neck, his hand snaking around the omega’s waist and running it up the side of his torso. It distracted Jeongguk in some ways⏤just until his hip was fully flush with his ass, and finally, finally bottomed out.

“God, fuck.” Seokjin hissed. He abruptly reached for Jeongguk’s hand and brought it to his stomach, making him gasp. “Fuck, Jeongguk-ah, is this what you wanted?”

Jeongguk’s palm was pressed over a fucking bulge in his tummy, one caused by the alpha’s cock absolutely filling him up, and the noise he made was nothing short of animal. 

“Baby⏤ah.” He flinched when the omega palmed at the bulbous part in his stomach, which was quite literally his cockhead, and it only spurred him to grind against his walls, making Jeongguk whimper mindlessly. It was so tight and hot around him, and it made his body burn with newfound possessiveness knowing he got to touch Jeongguk in the most intimate parts of his body. “Tell me when to move.”

Jeongguk nodded weakly, almost completely stilled in both shock as a paralyzing wave of arousal crashed over him, because Seokjin’s cock felt even thicker, even bigger inside of him. And when he tried to move to posture himself more comfortably, Seokjin’s cock shifted inside his stomach, causing both of them to moan breathlessly, and there was just simply no point in prolonging this any further.

“M-Move, please.” The omega chose to tighten his hold around Seokjin’s hand, feeling him kiss his shoulder. “Breed me, yeobo. Fuck. Put a puppy in me.”

The dull ache and the twinge of pain was enough to make Jeongguk squeeze his eyes shut, yet the noises he made were criminal. Seokjin was shifting his hips back, carefully sliding his cock out until only his cockhead was left past his rim. He didn’t know what was throbbing more—his own heart or his fucking cock.

But when he pushed all the way inside with a deliberately slow thrust, the pleasure was dizzying. Jeongguk sobbed at how full he was as Seokjin repeated it again, and again, and again, until the omega’s whole forced itself to accommodate the thick intrusion and they were simply too gone to care for decency.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking hot inside, baby, got such a tight hole.” Seokjin growled, thrusting his cock back into him as deep as he could each time, setting a brutal pace that left Jeongguk wanting to collapse and take it like some kind of toy. “Gonna pump you full of cum until your tummy is all bloated, yeah? Let yeobo breed you so well that you’re swollen with my fucking seed?”

Jeongguk couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, just nodded senselessly, his grip going slack. “Yeah, ah, yes, yes, yes—want yeobo to fill me up with his pups.”

Seokjin’s instincts fully kicked in and now, he was hyper-aware of every minuscule movement, every sound the omega made, from the broken whines to the clenching of his rim to his hands nearly slipping up the wall with the intensity of every thrust. The bed creaked beneath them, rocking in time with their movements, the bed frame occasionally thumping against the wall.

The alpha changed his grip so that one hand was holding his hip in a vice-like grip, and the other sliding down his stomach, until his fingers found their way to rub Jeongguk’s clit, eliciting a choked moan. 

Jeongguk didn’t know what to do with himself. He let his body move on its own as he humped Seokjin’s fingers, unaware of the tears running down his cheeks, too enraptured by pain and pleasure and the overstimulation of it all. It left him quivering in his hold, sobbing, whimpering, his abdomen curling with anticipation and his pussy clenching for something to satiate its emptiness.

And that was probably the only thing he was able to do on his own: guiding the alpha’s fingers into his needy cunt and whining when the palm of his hand was perfectly pressed against his bud.

“Shit, you’re so greedy, baby.” Seokjin huffed, feeling that familiar heat pool in his gut, digging his fingers deeper, crooking them to massage the omega’s walls—and it was such a hot and mind-numbing headspace to be in, all while erratically fucking his ass as his knot started swelling up again. “Ah⏤‘m gonna knot soon, baby.”

Their bodies were sweaty, their blood running hot with primal lust, their lungs filled with a mixture of their pheromones that made for such a delicious combination⏤and it was a wonder if they were going to go at this all night.

Jeongguk’s back arched, wanting to present for him, pushing his ass back as the alpha fucked him all nice and deep, making it impossible for him not to feel every inch of his cock down to the very hilt. He felt frenzied, almost stupid, too desperate for Seokjin’s knot. His body was burning.

The alpha didn’t even care anymore for his fingers, focusing solely on breeding Jeongguk⏤his fingers were just carelessly left to soak in the omega’s wet pussy, treating it more like some kind of fucking anchor to leverage his thrusts, curling inside of him and pressing further on his clit as he shoved his cock inside⏤everything, including his swelling knot.

“S-Seokin⏤Seokjin.” Jeongguk couldn’t even think of what to call him anymore. The alpha’s name was the only thing left on his mind. “So close, I-I’m gonna come, fuck. Please.”

Seokjin buried his face between Jeongguk’s neck and shoulder, panting out labored breaths, digging his nails into the side of his waist. His pace grew frantic, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He chased after his own orgasm. Seokjin messily kissed his shoulder and without warning, he gave into his pleasure and gave him one last hard thrust, his body stilling as he knotted Jeongguk’s abused hole.

“There you go, mmph, fuck—my perfect baby, my Jeongguk—“

The omega trembled, body absolutely seizing up—and he was squirting over Seokjin’s fucking fingers still inside his pussy while his knot made a home inside his ass. All the air was knocked out of his lungs, like he forgot to breathe, and all he did was move his hips, grinding at—whatever was inside him. “F-Fuck, Seokjin—yeobo, s’fucking hot, your knot—“

“I know, baby, I know.” Seokjin’s head was spinning, overcome with such a strong desire to clamp his teeth shut on the unmarked spot on his neck—and it physically pained him that he couldn’t. Not now, not tonight—but eventually. Soon. “Took me so well. Feel how deep I’m inside you, baby?”

“Y-Yeah, could feel you coming inside me—that was really hot.” He mumbled. Jeongguk was riding off such a delicious high, yet it was also clear that his head wasn’t as clouded. “Think my heat just broke.”

Seokjin sniffed his neck. “I think so, too.”

Jeongguk slumped against the headboard, barely holding himself up. There was a concerningly obvious bump in his belly, and his thighs were sticky and wet with cum and slick, and a mix of the two, and spit, and possibly sweat as well. “We need to rinse off in the shower.”

“Mhm.”

“Yeobo,” he whined. “I’m all sticky. Why is your cum so thick?”

“High sperm count.” Seokjin answered, which earned him an unimpressed huff. “I wasn’t joking, that’s what my doctor told me.”

“Guess you really were trying to knock me up.” That earned him a tired chuckle. Jeongguk tried to take a few deep breaths, relaxing his shoulders. Every time he squirmed, Seokjin hissed whenever his cock nudged against his stomach. The omega managed to turn his head, at least, meeting his fucked out gaze. “Give me a kiss.”

The alpha planted a quick kiss on his lips and then on his neck. “Love you.”

“Love you.”

It took some time until Seokjin’s knot went down, but when it finally did, they were practically shoving at each other as they stumbled to the bathroom—where Seokjin started the shower, while Jeongguk grinned mischievously and tugged him underneath the showerhead, making him yell when the cold water hit his back.

“Yah, brat. Come here!” 

“No, it’s cold! That⏤hyung!”

From the second floor, the rest of the pack sighed in relief with the same sentiments in mind: thank fuck, it didn’t last the night.

Jeongguk couldn’t recall when or how he fell asleep. He just remembered letting the alpha lay on him while he scrolled on his phone, which resulted in Seokjin knocking out first, mumbling something about taking a quick nap that clearly wasn’t a nap.

He only started stirring awake when he heard a few videos playing at low volume, which shouldn’t have woken the omega up, but it might just be because of the brightness of a screen in a dark room. It only registered that Seokjin was awake and scrolling through Instagram reels.

It also registered that Jeongguk magically ended up fully encaged in his arms⏤his head resting on Seokjin’s arm, his face buried in his chest, his arm draped over his waist. Jeongguk could have sworn he was the one holding him earlier.

The alpha noticed the shift in his movements and locked his phone. “Sorry, didn’t think it would wake you.”

“Hmph.” Jeongguk snuggled closer. “Go to sleep, yeobo.”

Seokjin didn’t verbalize it, but Jeongguk could feel something akin to a purr that rumbled softly in the alpha’s chest. At least, he kissed his forehead. “I will.”

It was quiet and dark again. It stayed that way for a while; that comfortable silence of being the presence of each other. The only thing that could be heard was the beating of their hearts and slow breathing⏤but both could tell that the other still hadn’t drifted off into slumber.

Jeongguk had his eyes closed in hopes of falling asleep again, but his fingers were still mindlessly drawing shapes onto his side. Maybe it was just pheromones and the alpha’s scent messing around with his hormones, leaving him with a strange sense of⏤need. It wasn’t the sexual kind, not most of it anyway. It was more like longing; yearning, the kind that left a gaping hole in his chest.

His heart ached, echoing the same thing over and over again. Mate. The omega wanted Seokjin to mate with him, to lay his claim, to leave a permanent reminder of himself, and that way, Jeongguk might finally stop feeling that numbing and void emptiness that came with the thought as it crossed his mind.

The omega would just have to swallow it down until then. What mattered was that the alpha wanted it just as much as him⏤he was just better at rationalizing it. He could keep it at bay in the meantime.

“Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin drawled. “I can hear you thinking.”

“No, you can’t.”

“I can’t, but you’re clenching your teeth.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk let his jaw go slack to release whatever tension he was holding, slipping a hand beneath Seokjin’s shirt, touching his warm skin. “Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep. Slept long enough, I guess.” The alpha sighed. “What’s on your mind, Gguk?”

He could keep his yearning at bay, but at least, it didn’t hurt as much to admit it. “About what you said earlier—I dunno, maybe I’m just impatient.”

“I want us to be mates, too, Jeongguk. We’re just—there’s too many eyes on all of us.” In other words: a mating bite would stand out. Not that it would matter given how all seven of them might as well be mated to each other, but the omega in Jeongguk couldn’t stop craving it. “I don’t want it to be some random day that I finally claim you, only for us to get back into routine the next day and perform. I want to actually, you know. . .”

“Enjoy the moment?” It earned him a nod. “I know, that’s why I’m not pushing it, and I completely agree. It’s just my omega feels—rejected? Incomplete? It wants to be claimed.”

“Eventually. Soon—somehow. We always work it out in the end.” Seokjin yawned, squeezing the back of the omega’s neck. “I promise I will. Hyung’s never broken a promise, hm?”

Jeongguk hummed at that. “Well, there was that one time you promised you would buy me a new PC setup.”

“Okay, that was not a broken promise. I told you that we need to shop together so that I can get the specs right, but you kept pushing it off, so it’s an unfulfilled promise, not a broken one.”

“Ugh, hyung is always so quick-witted.” Jeongguk was only teasing anyway. He navigated his way in the dark, pressing soft kisses into his skin and leaving an upwards trail, just until they finally hit the mark on the alpha’s lips. “Maybe when we’re back home.”

Seokjin hummed in content as he tried to steal more sleepy kisses; ones that were just small, chaste, and gentle that made both of them grin like fools. 

“We should really try and get some sleep, hyung.”

“I know.” And yet, Seokjin was the one pulling him closer by his neck, their chaste kisses slowly turning into a languid and indulgent one. “Just want to kiss you a bit longer.”

Jeongguk made a soft groan and leaned further in, sighing happily. Did he ever mention to the alpha how kissing him felt like being in a trance? He could never seem to get enough, not when their lips fit together so perfectly, not when it sent warmth down his body, filling his chest with adoration.

A shiver went down his spine when Seokjin pulled away slowly; the kind where they could physically feel their lips separate, that feathery sensation as they barely touched in that split second. 

They should be getting some rest after such an emotional rollercoaster of a night⏤but neither of them knew who moved first as they dove back right in for another kiss, with Jeongguk’s knees starting to shift and Seokjin’s hand pulling him closer until the omega’s leg was over his own, like he wanted their bodies as close as possible. What was it? Two, maybe three in the morning? 

They should be trying to wind down and let slumber consume them, but the alpha angled his head so he could deepen their kiss, and Jeongguk let him; he let the Seokjin part his lips with his tongue and pressed their crotches together. He let Seokjin groan into his mouth and used his free hand to adjust the obvious tent in his boxers, the tip of his hardening cock poking at Jeongguk’s hole through the layers of their underwear. He let Seokjin grind against him and guide his movements until they weren’t even kissing, rather, they were gasping for each other and their lips just happened to be touching.

They weren’t sleepy anymore. Jeongguk let Seokjin roll on top and that was the end of the line for him. The omega was always going to welcome him with open legs and take whatever he was given. He gladly accepted the way Seokjin humped his clothed cunt and moaned into the kiss, almost as if he didn’t just thoroughly breed Jeongguk within an inch of his life. 

And it was hot. It was so, so hot when Seokjin was the desperate one.

“Jin hyung.” Jeongguk’s fingers skimmed up his back, over his strong, broad shoulders. “Thought I was the one in heat.”

“Shut up.” Seokjin huffed, his cock threatening to dig into Jeongguk’s leaking cunt. “Am I only allowed to fuck you when you’re having your little heat spikes?”

“No,” he breathed. “You can use me whenever you want, hyung.”

“You’re going to regret saying that later.” And maybe Jeongguk will, but that was the least of their concerns. 

The alpha didn’t draw it out any longer than they had to. He pushed his boxers as far down as he could so he could kick it off, relying only on touch alone as he rubbed his cockhead against Jeongguk’s panties. Seokjin was too impatient to use a few extra seconds to remove them and instead, he pulled them to the side, slipping his cock inside with a deep groan, eliciting a whine out of Jeongguk.

There was a mutual understanding of trying to keep it down, but the omega couldn’t control the noises he was making, not when Seokjin was fucking him with his thick and heavy cock, thrusting into him in a slow yet also deliciously deep pace⏤like he wasn’t rushing to come, like he just wanted to feel Jeongguk’s cunt take and swallow him whole.

“F-Fuck,” Jeongguk accidentally let another loud moan escape him, feeling the alpha’s fingers dig a spot into his thigh, where his underwear was hooked onto his thumb, and suddenly, it was too distracting. “Wait, let me take it off. Want you to fuck me deeper.”

“This isn’t new underwear, is it?”

“. . .no? It’s an old pair⏤” The sound of fabric ripping that followed quickly after made Jeongguk go still, and suddenly, Seokjin wasn’t holding back anymore as he resumed pounding into him. “Fuck, ah, fuck, hyung.” 

Seokjin swore he had more finesse than this, and this was arguably not the most patient he’s been, but it was worth prying his fingers into the seams of the omega’s soaked panties, tearing through it just so he could drive his cock a little bit deeper. A small price to pay for an extra amount of satisfaction.

As Seokjin tried to rest his hand on the pillow Jeongguk laid on, he ended up gripping his tattooed shoulder instead, thumbing over his collarbone as he straightened up slightly, rolling his hips, the other hand clutching the white sheets. “You get so wet for me so quickly, Jeongguk-ah, god. You’re soaking.”

“Shut up,” he shot back, his hands finding the alpha’s shoulders, biceps, chest, and somehow the hand that was holding him down. Jeongguk felt hot all over, a different kind of arousal curling in his stomach as Seokjin repeatedly filled him up, ramming into his fucking cervix, something he could clearly feel now that he wasn’t in a heat frenzy. “A-Ah, hyung, you’re so deep inside me.”

“I always am.” Oh, he heard the smugness in the alpha’s grin, and he couldn’t properly see him in the dark. “I’d fuck your womb if you asked me to.” 

Jeongguk gasped, tightening a hand around Seokjin’s arm. “Fuck, that would break me, hyung.”

“You can take it. You were made to take hyung’s cock. My baby’s not some docile thing.” It was spoken like a fact, spoken with a possessive edge to his words. “Shit, that would be so hot, wouldn’t it? Filling up your little womb and pupping you up that way, hm?”

That hot, scalding heat traveled up Jeongugk’s neck, making his mind spiral with the idea of Seokjin penetrating all the deepest parts of him that not even the rest of the pack had the luxury of experiencing, because they treated their beloved youngest with some level of fragility.

Not their eldest, though. Seokjin wasn’t afraid to roughhouse and manhandle him, because it went both ways. 

Must be why Jeongguk didn’t hesitate to squeeze the alpha’s wrist and practically tugged his hand off his shoulder in favor of bringing it to the base of his neck, his pussy clenching around him as Seokjin cursed under his breath and pressed down on his throat⏤almost like the way he handled him earlier in the restroom. Only this time, Seokjin just wanted to render him totally pliant.

“Fucking menace.” The alpha hissed and fucked into his wet heat, changing the angle of his hips, earning a muted whine. “No wonder you kept acting up on stage earlier.”

When he eased the pressure, Jeongguk choked on a moan, focusing only on the sensation of the alpha’s cock dragging against his walls, how the lewd and wet sounds echoed in the room, how it stretched him out, left him shaking with pleasure. “Hyung, S-Seokjin hyung, ‘m close, fuck, I’m close.”

“Yeah?” He huffed a laugh. “Take deep breaths, baby.”

The omega didn’t have to think about anything else. He only had to listen. Seokjin would do all the work, would work him up and use his cunt for his knot, and Jeongguk simply just had to take it. 

As Seokjin closed a fist around his neck, his knot thick and awaiting to be relieved, Jeongguk felt his head get dizzy, his body going numb at his weak attempts to gasp for air. He truly felt like his entire being was submitting to Seokjin, his senses heightened with absolute blinding pleasure that he nearly saw stars.

And he’s coming. He’s coming without even realizing it, totally fucked out and helpless to Seokjin’s hungry, desperate pistoning of his hips still fucking him through his climax.

“That’s it, baby, fuck,” the alpha gritted through his teeth over a harsh thrust, and another, and another⏤and he stilled, his body tensing up as he comes deep inside. Seokjin released his grip in favor of kissing him one more time, groaning against his lips with his hips twitching, still riding out his orgasm. 

They tried to catch their breath in the mess they made, but Jeongguk kissed him as if to ground himself, sliding his fingers up to touch his face. Their hearts were beating against their chests and it might have even synced up.

“Hyungie,” he rasped out. “Hyung, we made a mess again.”

“Mhm.” To no one’s surprise, Seokjin was spent, but at least he was finally satiated. He practically laid all his weight down on the omega. “Might have to drag me to the bathroom.”

Jeongguk hooked his chin over the alpha’s shoulder as he shuffled beneath his weight, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ll try my best.”

“Thanks,” he muttered. “I think I can definitely sleep again after this.”

A tired laugh. “Okay, yeobo.” 

“Mmm.” Seokjin obviously wasn’t going to make him carry him, not that he wouldn’t mind, but he did try to raise himself on his arms so that he wouldn’t suffocate him for too long. “You should call me that more often.”

“I can’t. It turns me on,” Jeongguk said. “It turns you on.”

“That’s fair.”

“Think your knot is going down.”

“Is it?” He played coy. “I can’t tell.”

“Hyuuung.” The omega tried pushing him away. “I’m gross, sticky, and sleepy. We need to wash up again.”

“Okay, okay.” Seokjin giggled and managed to kiss his cheek⏤more like the corner of his mouth, but he kissed him there, too. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Jeongguk giggled. “Ah, what time is it? I hope we didn’t wake them. . .”

(They did, in fact, wake them up. The only saving grace was that there was no concert on Monday and everyone could sleep in without a problem, so they let them get away with this one for now.)