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Everyone’s excited to include Jungkook into their relationship but they decide to take it easy, slowly working Jungkook up until he can join them all together. And for now, everyone just focuses on teaching him the small things — how to flirt, how to take Taehyung down to the hilt, how to finger Jimin just the way he likes. And Jungkook, Jungkook finds out a lot of things — about himself , about his hyungs. For example, he discovers that Jin’s speciality is edging and it makes sense because he’s always been patient, rarely going beyond playful yelling when his dongsaengs are being brats.

And, Jungkook's never cried so much while being hard as a fucking rock.

“hyung just — just make me fuckin’ nut please, it hurts I — I think my balls are broken”.

And yoongi — well , lets just say he’s seen him cry on more than one occasion when Jimin ground the heel of his foot into his cock.

“You’re so fucking disgusting, gonna come just from my foot?”

But there's never more than two members with Jungkook at a time, just letting him go at his own pace and yes that’s important , and yes Jungkook appreciates it, but he’s an impulsive, horny teenager and he can only wait so long before he loses his mind.

It takes exactly one month and four days for Jungkook to work up enough courage to even ask. He’s pacing around in the kitchen, twisting the end of his t-shirt between two large hands as the rest of the members are gathered around the breakfast table. Jin’s making coffee while Jimin and Taehyung are play fighting, when Jungkook stutters and stumbles over his words, blurting out an “I wanna do it.”

The conversation slowly lulls to stop as all eyes turn to look at him with matching confused expressions. And Jungkook’s embarrassed and so terribly inarticulate that he just gesticulates ridiculously at their dicks, a bright flush burning hot on his cheeks. They all laugh at Jungkook’s adorably flustered expression, Jimin throwing his entirely into Taehyung’s lap before they calm down enough to sidle up besides him — matching twin smirks on their faces. They brush their hands up the side of his body (so in sync , Jungkook thinks), pressing hot, delirious kisses along the side of his neck.

“Mm that so, baby boy?” Jimin murmurs and Jungkook honest to god shivers because Jimin now has his hand sliding up the front of his shirt, teasing him and oh god — .

Yoongi saves him.

The elder gruffs out a rough “leave the kid alone” which he seems to regret almost immediately when they then turn their advances onto him eerily in sync, like the velociraptors in Jurassic World.

Jungkook's thankful for the slight reprieve, inconspicuously moving his hands to hover over his crotch. And even though he’s still a little flustered, manages to choke out a laugh at how Yoongi struggles to bat away the roaming hands from his dick.

It happens on a Friday.

They have a light schedule, they’re home by four and as soon as Jungkook walks through the door, the members whisk him away into Jin’s room. He’s placed in its center and he almost feels like a work of art in his very own exhibit as six beautiful men hang off of his limbs, lavishing him with all the attention he could ever ask. They strip him until he’s bare, hands, so many hands kneading at the tension in his back and carding through his hair. His body is so sensitive, feels so weightless as he gets lost in the dizzying sensations and he swears he could come from this alone.

They don’t let him of course, and Namjoon gently moves him to the king sized bed, propping pillows under his head and lower back so that he’s elevated — comfortable .

Jin moves forward then, taking the lead as he gently moves in between his legs, spreading them out so wide that his thighs very nearly touch the bed. He kisses down the side of Gukk’s neck, biting pretty red marks into the flesh as his other hand massages the thick of his thighs. Hoseok, or maybe Jimin, pushes a bottle of lube into his hand and he squirts it into the center of his palm. He moves up then, trying to distract Jungkook by kissing him deeply, wrapping his left hand around the short length, getting him so hard he drips white onto his stomach. His hand then travels down, down, down until it’s circling at his hole, tentatively pressing against the opening. Jin moves off to let Hoseok kiss Jungkook, watching endearingly how their Gukk’s lips try to chase after Hoseok.

Jin presses one long finger into his hole, watching the gasp escape from Jungkook’s lips and the slight tension in his shoulders. “Gukk, relax ,” Jin orders and he can feel the muscles at Jungkook’s rim finally give way.

He focuses all of his attention into fingering Jungkook open, watching the little signs of pleasure as he adds in more fingers. Jin fingers Jungkook open for so long that his body begins trembling under Hoseok, crying softly into his mouth.

Jin just leans back, laughing. “Let’s give him a break Hobi-ah.” He then turns with hooded eyes to where Jimin is leaning against Hoseok, parting his lips as he asks, “Jiminie-ah, Hobi-ah, why don’t you put on a show for us? Show us what the dance line can do.”

Jimin looks at Hoseok with a devious smirk, curling their hands together and leaning up to give him a kiss on the lips. It’s soft and sweet and sensual and Jimin mouths his way to Hoseok’s ear. “Hear that hyung? Gonna show ‘em how well we can dance?”

Jimin pulls Hoseok off the bed with him, giggling all the while until he’s standing in front of the bed. Hoseok sidles up behind him, wrapping his hands around Jimin’s waist and tucking his head into his shoulder. Jimin reaches up a hand to dance up hiw neck, pressing gentle fingers into the skin until they tug at the mop of brown hair. He uses it as leverage to grind back on Hoseok’s crotch before letting go completely and essentially slut dropping on him.

They continue like that for a while, Hoseok’s fingers not leaving Jimin's body for a second, dipping underneath the waistband of his jeans and wrapping one around his neck, bringing attention to Jimin’s ragged breathing.

Jungkook is left very flustered and very, very hard.

Jin and Namjoon try to sooth him, lying on either side of Jungkook as they brush gentle fingers through his hair and whisper that he’s “doing so well for them, so good, so happy you came to us.”

Jin purrs about what they can do in a tone Jungkook's never heard before, low and gravely and it makes Jungkook shiver. “Hoseok’s merciless gukk, hits that special spot inside you so hard — so exact , you won’t even know what to do with yourself.”

And Jimin, Namjoon adds, “squirms so pretty, looks so fucked out when you can get him to lose control.”

And for their first lesson, Jungkook fucks Jimin because he has self control , can be so good , so pliant for Gukk. It only helps that Jimin’s Jungkook’s safe person, trusts him the most, knows exactly how to appeal to Gukk when he’s craving attention and validation, much like he is now. His body is open, submissive for Jungkook and he can feel the tension slowly seeping from his body.

And of course, Yoongi's guiding him through it. He helps him spread Jimins cheeks and wraps a hand around Jungkook’s cock to help him position it at Jimin’s hole. And when he pushes in — Jimin gasps , maybe moans a little extra to make Jungkook feel better about how he’s doing, making sure to praise him a lot as he begins to move. And Yoongi’s just there, keeping his large hands on Jungkook’s back and rumbling low into his hair while Jin reclines on the side, twisting at Jungkook’s nipples. Maybe Yoongi gets a little impatient, tempted by Jungkook’s slick hole right in front of his face so he dips in a few fingers, reveling in the little whine that escapes from  Jungkook's lips. And, feeling curious and a little mischievous, Yoongi leans down and licks a stripe up his hole. Jungkook’s hips stutter at that, ducking his head so low that it’s buried in the crook of Jimin’s shoulder as Yoongi repeats the action again.

Yoongi gets a little lost in it, spreading Jungkook’s cheeks wider and trying to get his tongue in him deeper until Gukk’s begging for it and crying that he can’t take it anymore.

They fuck together, Yoongi’s back molded to Jungkook’s, a hand wrapped firmly gripped in his hair so he has leverage to fuck into him harder. And it’s so much, almost too intense for Jungkook as his hips stutter under the dual sensation.

Jimin doesn’t seem to mind though as he reaches out a hand to brush a stray lock out of Gukk’s face. “He’s such a natural, hyung,” Jimin murmurs. “Fucks me so well, maybe he’ll fuck you next, hm? Make you cry around his cock? Would you like that, baby?”

Yoongi just lets out a hoarse chuckle. “I’ll look forward to it,” he manages to choke out, fucking into Jungkook hard enough that he’s jolted further into Jimin.

Next to them, Taehyung is rutting against Hoseok’s legs as he watches the three of them fuck, babbling how “nice, look so nice Hobi hyung. w-want, want so bad,” he whines.

Hoseok’s looking on at the scene as well, a little half smirk plastered on his face as he glances back at Taehyung. “Yeah?” he responds, slapping Taehyung lightly on the face when he leans his cheek towards him. “Bet ya wish you were that pretty, huh Taehyungie?”

Taehyung whines pathetically, nodding his head as Hoseok continues to hum and guide the rhythm of his hips. He ends up burying his head into Hoseok’s neck, too overwhelmed to do much else, inhaling the heavy musk of his boyfriend.

Hoseok leans down, lips just barely brushing along the shell of his ear. “Do you want a turn after Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are done? Do you think you deserve it, pup ?” he teases.

Taehyung’s eyes are large and imploring, trying to convince Hoseok just like that as he leans up to kiss him all sloppy and desperate and pathetic. “Please hyung please can I go please, please wanna fuck him so bad.”

Hoseok hums. “Do you think you can manage it alone, pup? Do you need hyung to guide you through it?”

“Y-yeah, w-want hyung to be there,” Taehyung pants.

Hoseok lets out a little chuckle, affectionately cupping Taehyung’s cheek. “Okay, then you gotta be a good pup and stop humping my leg, yeah? Or you’ll come too fast and poor Jungkookie will be left all alone and we don’t want that right?”

Taehyung vigorously shakes his head ‘no’.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had already come dry when Yoongi wrapped a large hand around his dick, chuckling into the back of his neck when he sobs. “Come on Gukkie, you can’t come just yet. You still got a few other hyungs to please, right?”

Jungkook nods his head tiredly, relaxing against Yoongi’s chest. At some point Yoongi stops thrusting his cock into Jungkook, murmuring that if he “wants to get us both off, you have to do all the work yourself.”

And it’s cruel , making him fuck back on Yoongi and into Jimin interchangeably when he’s already so on edge . Jungkook’s so desperate, thrusts lacking coordination until eventually, they both come, ignoring him in favor of kissing each other. Yoongi pulls out of Jungkook then, spreading his cheeks wide to see all the come that dribbles out as Jimin gently reaches between his own legs to pull Gukk out. They leave Jungkook just like that, whimpering against the bed, hands twitching as he tries to stop himself from trying to touch his own cock.

Hoseok lets Taehyung loose then, watching endearingly as Taehyung eagerly hitches Jungkook's thighs up so high that they’re pressed into his chest. Jungkook whimpers a little at the stretch but Taehyung pays him no mind as he lines himself up with his sloppy hole before thrusting inside him completely. The thrusts are so rough, causing Hoseok and Jin to just absolutely coo at his eagerness. They kneel behind Taehyung, digging sharp nails down the beautiful arch of his back and slapping teasingly at his cheeks. Jin even leans down to press a kiss to Jungkook’s lips, giggling at the little “uh-uh-uh’s” that escape from between his lips.

Sometimes, Taehyung gets to eager, gets too ahead of himself and Hoseok has to step in — winding slender fingers into the back of his hair as warning. Jungkook's eyes go wide at the pretty sight of Taehyung moaning and drooling under Hoseok’s firm hand and he whines high in his throat until Hoseok grabs at him too.

And, up until now, Namjoons remained relatively ignored, feigning contententment in just watching. But Jimin knows better, knows how Namjoon likes to keep up appearances, sometimes even within the dorms and Jimin can tell that he’s close to his breaking point. All it takes is a simple “come, baby” before Joon’s ambling over and pressing their lips together fervently.

Jimin is so gentle with Namjoon, treating him almost like he’s made of glass, knowing just where to touch and press without it being too overbearing for him. He gives himself so easily to Jimin, spreading his legs so trustingly for him and him alone and Jungkook's always marveled at Jimin's ability to keeps his space, but still remains comfortingly close. And Jungkook's so torn because Namjoon is a whole Daddy but on the other hand — he looks so good all teary and pliant and submissive .

Jimin licks his lips as he stares down at their hyung and Jungkook shivers at the absolutely dominance in that simple action.

Jimin opens Namjoon up so gently, pressing his fingers up against his spot while whispering “baby” and “love you” against his lips. And when he finally pushes in, Namjoon gasps so loudly and clings to Jimin’s shoulders, pushing back on his cock.

Maybe Jimin even shows Jungkook how he can get Yoongi to submit with a simple word.

“Hey, Gukk,” Jimin calls, waiting until he has his glazed eyes focused on him. “Watch this.”

Jimin then turns to Yoongi, a devilish smirk curling his lips, eyes dark. “Com’ere,” he calls and Yoongi goes , almost like he’s spellbound.

Jimin smirks down at Jungkook lasciviously. “Sometimes I even let hyung take me apart, he's so good at it. Maybe one day you’ll be just as good Gukk.”

“He’s a fuckin’ sex witch swear to god,” Hoseok mutters but his voice comes out breathy.

“Nah,” Jin responds. “He’s just fuckin’ whipped.”

Yoongi tries to retort, “We’re all fucking whipped for each — ” but then his mouth is too full of Jimin’s fingers to talk, the rest of the sentence coming out slurred. “Suck,” Jimin orders, never stopping the ruthless pace he set as he fucks into Namjoon.

Jimin removes his fingers after a few minutes, instead wrapping his slick fingers around Yoongi’s cock to pull him close. Yoongi lets out a little yelp in surprise, hips bucking into the hand, before his words are muffled by lips.

Jungkook fucking whimpers just from the slight display of dominance, eyes rolling to the back of his head (although it may have something to do with Taehyung fucking into him like a dog in rut). Taehyung's thrusts get sloppier, jabbing inside Jungkook painfully every time Hoseok thrusts his own hips too hard. He has one hand loosely wrapped around Jungkook’s cock, fingernail digging under the foreskin and causing Jungkook to let little pathetic mewls escape from between his lips. The sight is apparently too much for Taehyung because he comes inside Jungkook only seconds later, a cry ripped from his throat.

“Did you ask for permission, pup?” Hoseok gruffs, his punishing thrusts not stopping for a second even though Taehyung had already come.

“No, no, no,” Taehyung cries, shaking his head as if it would convince Hoseok to stop.

“I only let you fuck Jungkook because you said you wanted to take care of him but look — ” Hoseok gestures to Jungkook's drooly face and still hard cock, now hanging limply on his stomach. “Does he look taken care of to you?”

Taehyung shakes his head no as Hoseok digs his nails mercilessly into Taehyung’s hip bones, fucking him hard enough that the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates throughout the room. “Such a bad boy, guess hyung’s just gonna have to finish the job, huh? Fucking useless.”

Hoseok carefully pulls out of Taehyung before tossing him to the side, taking the now vacated space between Jungkook's legs.

Feigning sympathy, he pouts down at Jungkook, whose whimpering and crying from being on edge for so long. “Poor baby, you must be so hard, but hyung’s here now, okay? Gonna take good care of a pretty little thing like you,” he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook’s forehead.

And god Jin was fucking right, he hits his prostate directly on every thrust and it doesn’t take Jungkook long to come — blubbering and crying, little cock spraying across his chest. Jungkook squeezes hard around Hoseok and it doesn’t take him long to come either.

“So good baby, so fucking perfect for me,” Hoseok sighs, pressing their lips together.

Jungkook relaxes against the bed, completely sated, whimpering when Hoseok finally pulls out of him. His eyes travel to where Namjoon’s still getting fucked by Jimin, Yoongi’s head tucked into the crook of his neck. And he cant see very much because of the awkward angle but he’s fairly certain that Jimin’s jerking him off and it makes Jungkook's cock twitch weakly in interest.

Jin then steps up to take Hoseok’s place, gently kneeling in between his baby boy’s knees. “Oh sweetie, you look like such a pretty mess already, think you can take one more? can you take hyung’s cock inside you?”

The words float over Jungkook's head and they sound kind of fuzzy in his ears but he finds himself nodding along anyways. And he’s so needy, wants to be touched so badly that he reaches grabby hands at Jin to tug him down for a kiss. It’s sloppy and Jungkook misses the mark a few times but Jin doesn’t say anything.

“Want — want hyung to come in me too. Please, please wanna make you feel g-good too.”

“Kookie,” Jin moans, stroking himself faster to Jungkook’s little begs. “ God , you’re such a good fucking boy for hyung” Jin grunts as he slides home, watching in interest as all of the come begins to leak out around him.

Jin fucks him slowly, not wanting to hurt Jungkook after how many times he’s gotten fucked, how sensitive and tired he is. He ends up coming pretty quickly, a little delirious from finally being inside Jungkook and having to wait for so long.

He leans over Jungkook as he spills inside of him, pressing his mouth to his ear as he wraps a hand around his cock to encourage him to come one last time.

“Our messy little baby.”

“Such a good cock slut, hmm?”

“Come on, come for me gukk.”

That’s all it takes before Jungkook’s spurting pathetically one final time against his chest, barely anything managing to spill out. He finally relaxes, exhausted and sated against the bed, pouting his lips for more kisses. And when Jin finally pulls out, the other members are there at the ready with wet towels and more blankets. They clean Gukk up and tell him how good he did and how much they love him. He falls asleep when Jimin slides in besides him, spooning him from behind, the other members join after, curling up and trying to make room on the king sized bed. The last thing he hears before sleep takes him under is Taehyung and Yoongi fighting over who gets to be the big spoon, and he smiles before drifting off.

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jungkook’s cheek is pressed to the inside of yoongi’s thigh, yoongi's blunt nails dragging across his scalp as he thinks.

"so, you wanna try pet play?" yoongi eventually says, quiet in the open space of their room. jungkook nods his head, eyes fluttering as he attempts to stay awake. it feels as if they've gone over this same conversation a million times, but jungkook just knows he's being thorough.

"i didn't... i didn't get to read that in depth about it, but could you tell me... how you feel when you're in that headspace? what animal you feel like?"

it's quite for a long time as jungkook thinks, trying his best to word it in a way that yoongi understands. yoongi’s eyes trace over jungkook’s features while he waits; the tips of his fingers reaching out to hover over where jungkook’s nose is squished into the side of his thigh, occasionally scrunching up adorably when his eyes flutter. at, how the moonlight, illuminates the pretty curve of his lashes, just barely kissing his cheekbone. his heart stutters in his chest as he takes in all of these little details, and he smooths the back of two knuckles across his cheekbone.

"like this... " jungkook eventually whispers out, so soft. "wanna feel owned. wanted," his lips are a little loose, spilling out all of the words he'd never say under normal circumstances. "wanna be a good o-omega for you."

yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat, his fingers stilling in jungkook's hair. he's only read about this kind of stuff briefly online — about knots and breeding — when jungkook had first brought it up and while it was a little strange to him at first, there's that unmistakable feeling of arousal curl in his groin.

"yeah?" yoongi breaths out, dragging his fingers through jungkook's hair until his neck is pulled taught. and the moment is ruined, the almost ethereal air replaced with animalistic lust.  "gonna take my pups like a good little bitch?"

it's so unexpected and jungkook's entire body seems to freeze, back arched and eyes wide as he stares up at yoongi. yoongi's ready to backtrack and apologize, the words already sitting at the base of his tongue, but he's interrupted by a moan pulling it's way out of jungkook's throat — high and strained.

jungkook seems to tremble in yoongi's hold, palms pressing flat to the exposed skin of his thighs while he nods his head hastily — trying so hard to be good.

"y- yeah , want. want it so bad alpha," jungkook mumbles and he looks so touch starved, so desperate for the slightest bit of affection, that yoongi can't help himself from bringing him close.

yoongi holds jungkook's jaw in one hand, teasing, as yoongi delicately leans in to nip at jungkook's lips. jungkook follows the motion when yoongi leans back and he fucking smirks.

"tell me what you want, gukk." yoongi's eyes dart down to jungkook’s lips, his tongue poking out to swipe across his own. "tell alpha how bad you want his knot."

jungkook's breath turns uneven, his hands going up to grip yoongi's knee. "need — god please," gasps jungkook and yoongi's fingers only dig harder into the sides of his cheeks.

" words, jungkook. use you're fucking words. or is that too much thinking for a dumb, omega whore like you? hm?"

yoongi's eyes search jungkook's and jungkook wants to speak, but the words are caught in his throat — unwilling to come out.

yoongi’s gaze turns sympathetic, mocking. " i know baby, thinking's tough, right? especially when a whore like you just wants to get fucked by alphas all day, but you gotta try, okay? tell me what you want sweetheart."

"knot — want your knot," jungkook gasps out, and the last part of his sentence is pitched high when yoongi's heel presses into his cock.

jungkook's eyes bug out, hunching over and grabbing yoongi's ankle with both hands.

"h-hyung—."

"you gotta get me hard first, baby," yoongi interrupts. 

jungkooks head jerks unnaturally in yoongi's hold and his fingers automatically hook themselves under yoongi’s sweats, tugging them down the length of his thighs. his eyes flick up to yoongi’s, questioning, but he isn’t given a chance before he’s being tugged forward, the tip already pressed to his lips.

jungkook's lips automatically suck hard around the head, tongue dipping into the slit, while his right hand goes up to squeeze yoongi's balls in his hand. yoongi’s still soft in his mouth and jungkook knows he’s holding out — wants to torture him that bit more. he doubles down on his efforts, bobbing his head down, his fingers curling around what he can’t fit into his mouth. he feels hands wind into his hair, pushing his head down farther and he curls his toes into the carpet as he tries not to gag.

yoongi then begins rocking his hips up, keeping his head still and jungkook flattens his tongue against the length of his cock.

“fuck, yes, jungkook ,” yoongi moans, when he hears jungkook gagging around him. “just like that , take me so well baby.”

jungkook feels pride swell in his chest and he drags light teeth along the length until yoongi pulls him off with a hiss.

jungkook's face is wrecked. there's drool slipping down his cheeks, lips red rimmed and puffy, tears at the corners of his eye's and yoongi coos. he guides jungkook up with two hands and presses their lips together, wrecking the pretty boy further.

"so good," yoongi mumbles, as he slides his palms under jungkook's shirt. "prettiest fucking omega." they break the kiss as the shirt slides off and yoongi's hands immediately push jungkook across the bed.

and jungkook's so big, could probably bench press yoongi without even trying, but he goes so easily and. he tries to make himself look smaller. he tucks his limbs in close to his body, lets himself be completely engulfed in yoongi and it's fucking riveting. yoonig's hands tug at jungkook's sweats, easily slipping them down (—yoongi very nearly groans when his thick, thick thighs are revealed) and yoongi kicks off his own. 

yoongi's hand curls around jungkook's cock, flicking at the head, and he loves the way jungkook whines alpha in his ear. it makes him want to sink his teeth into jungkook's neck, suck marks across his body so everyone know's he's his and. in all the ways that it's absolutely fucking hot it's also scary. he doesn't feel like himself, it feels like he's submitting to his more primal instincts and... he kind of understands why this turns jungkook on. 

yoongi blindly reaches for the lube in their bedside drawer, hiding it from jungkook's sight so it doesn't take him out of his headspace, and pours it out into his palm. he kisses jungkook when his fingers coat his rim, one finger already working it's way inside. jungkook moans into his mouth, and his hips stutter in surprise, cock dragging against yoongi's stomach.

"so fucking wet," yoongi breathes, when he finally pulls away from jungkook. he rocks back on his heels to get an eyeful of jungkook's hole stretching around his finger and he smirks as he adds another. "bet you leak like this for any alpha, huh?" yoongi spits.

jungkook shakes his head violently, hands curling out towards yoongi. 

"you really are a fucking whore — should tie you up and let just any alpha take you, get their filthy hands on you until you don't even know your own fucking name."

yoongi's hands fuck harder inside jungkook and his back arches in response. "bet you'd like that, huh?" yoongi crows. 

jungkook's right leg kicks out from under him, heel dragging against the sheets as he comes with a shout. yoongi doesn’t stop, left hand curling around the base of his cock to edge jungkook along. his movements are quick, fluid, thumb reaching up to dig into the slit.

" yoongi ," whines a red face jungkook. "stop, 's too much. can't. "

yoongi only grins as he hovers over him to tug a nipple into his mouth, drawing another moan from jungkook.

“cute," yoongi laughs, mouth now directly above jungkook’s. “open wide.”

jungkook does so automatically, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he waits. a soft smile plays at yoongi's lips as he stares in awe at the utter submission on his boyfriend's face, before he dips down to mouth at jungkook's upper lip, taking it between his own and nibbling at it. he see's jungkook's lips twitch, wanting to kiss back, and he grins as he smears lube slicked fingers across jungkook's jaw before spitting into his mouth.

the spit sits heavily on jungkook’s tongue and the — the utter degradation — of that action makes jungkook moan, shivering bodily against the bed. his limbs automatically curl into his body — trying to make himself seem even smaller and —

“alphas pups — please hyung fill. fill me up with your pups.”

“ fuck, jungkook,” yoongi curses, knocking their foreheads together haphazardly. his hands automatically wind themselves around jungkook’s tiny tiny waist, head tucking against jungkook’s shoulder and face pressed against his cheek. “you’re so fucking amazing.”

jungkook preens under the attention, turning his head to meet yoongi’s lips in a kiss. and it’s so soft and sweet, yoongi swears it makes jungkook fall a little deeper into his headspace.

“‘m good?” jungkook mumbles, the words muffled against yoongi’s lips.

“the best ,” yoongi coos, nuzzling their noses together. “gonna take my knot now, hm? gonna be stretched so wide .” yoongi brushes his palms over jungkook’s stomach.

jungkook nods his head, lips parted around a yes and yoongi wraps one hand around his cock, finally pushing inside. jungkook’s tongue slips out of his mouth, sharp nails scraping down yoongi’s back at the feeling. yoongi mumbles something along the lines of dumb puppy into jungkook’s ear, but it barely even registers, his boyfriend too blissed out to even think.

“alpha alpha alpha ,” jungkook gasps, body trembling.

yoongi’s hands turn harsh at jungkook’s side, blunt nails digging into thick thighs. “so pretty when you’re being fucked dumb,” yoongi swears. “take my cock so well .”

jungkook’s cock jumps at that, bouncing back against his tummy and swiping come all over. yoongi smirks, wrapping his hand around the length, thumb digging into the slit. he looks fucking unbelievable like this, red blush blooming across jungkook’s chest and pretty cock leaking all over his hand.

jungkook’s hips stutter, thighs tensing, and he’s so close. So fucking close .

“gonna — gonna come alpha — can’t hold it — fuck—” jungkook’s hand twists into his own hair, tugging at it, almost like he’s in physical fucking agony from how badly he needs to come.

then yoongi grips tighter at his cock, his other hand pressed to jungkooks stomach as he fucks in harder and jungkook very nearly screams when he comes dry, body twitching underneath yoongi’s hold. his eyes turn blurry, head lolling to the side as yoongi keeps fucking him.

“no,” yoongi gasps out, eyes dark and teeth clenched. “you come when i tell you too.”

jungkook squirms underneath yoongi, making it almost impossible for yoongi to continue fucking him. his hand grips harder at jungkook’s cock, pulling a scream out of him, but it only makes jungkook move around more.

“ jungkook ,” yoongi growls. “look at me.”

jungkook does, shaky in his movements, and yoongi has this strange desire to touch , to wrap him up in a hug. so he does.

he leans forward, pressing a delicate kiss to jungkook’s ear and when he sobs “please let me come” yoongi lets him.

and it’s the sight of the come spurting out past his fingers, of jungkook’s eyes finally falling shut, of his back collapsing against the bed, that finally has yoongi coming.

yoongi collapses at jungkook’s side, cock slipping out as he presses the side of his body into jungkook’s, cock slipping against his stomach. his hands go up to stroke down jungkook’s chest, through his hair, and he hears jungkook sigh from besides him.

“good?” yoongi murmurs, pressing soft lips to jungkook’s collarbones. “is this what you wanted? because that was fucking intense.”

jungkook blinks slowly (—so slowly) and yoongi has to bite at his lower lip so he doesn't say something stupid like marry me.

"yeah," jungkook lulls, the corner of his lip twitching up in a laugh. "is it possible to die from sex cause... like dude i swear i just saw god."

yoongi rolls his eyes but he can't help himself from laughing, lightly pinching jungkook's side.

jungkook looks him dead in the eye, red blush still high on his cheeks. "wait, no that was just you."

"oh my god, shut up."

Chapter Text

the camera in jungkook's hand shakes as he pans it up the length of namjoons legs, up and over a broad chest. it drops slightly just as it hits his nipples, his chest nice and defined from his weekly visits to the gym with jin.

“look at you joonie hyung,” jungkook whimpers. it comes out as a broken, airy sound behind the lens. the lens fogs up somewhat and jungkook wipes it clean with the bottom of his sleeve.

a surprised sound curls its way out of namjoons throat and jungkook jerks the camera up to film his pretty red lips. its blurry for a few seconds before it focuses in on namjoons face — red and embarrassed and hair still wet from the shower — and jungkook keens, zooming the camera in slightly to catch more of it.

“kook…,” namjoon lets out weakly, already wrecked. his long fingers stretch out to cover his face and jungkook makes a pathetic sound in the back of his throat.

“no. no i— let me see hyung.” he carefully peels namjoons hands away from his face, and his other hand trembles on the camera as he struggles to zoom it in more — focusing in on namjoons cute button nose or his pretty lips tucked into a shy smile.

jungkooks hand brushes back the hair from namjoons face and — god hes so fucking beautiful. jungkook can hardly believe that he exists.

jungkook still looks through the lens of the camera as he brushes a hand down joons shoulder, fingers tracing down his arm to loop around the front of his palm. he's afraid that looking at him would be too much — break some unspoken agreement that they share. like looking at god directly. and isnt that what namjoon is to him? his god? and looking directly at god would probably kill him. maybe.

namjoon interrupts his train of thought. “do you like?” it comes out more hoarse than namjoon had intended, and he winces slightly as the sound hits his ears.

jungkook makes a painful fucking noise in the back of his throat that might as well be a sob as he unwinds their interlaced fingers to instead trace at the delicate curve of his hip bone. he presses his fingers into the precious dimple at his side and he whimpers again when namjoons hips jerk slightly in response.

“i love it,” jungkooks gasps. “fuck, i love it so much hyung.”

his breathing turns heavy behind the camera, becoming shaky as it once again dips below the perfect curvature of his waist and jungkook traces light fingers over the smattering of hair just above his pubis. he nearly drops the camera entirely when namjoons cock comes into view, already at half mast.

a bubble of insecurity builds in namjoons chest and he reaches a hand out towards jungkook. “can i kiss you?”

it hangs limply in the air for a moment before jungkook nods hastily behind the camera — needy. always so needy. namjoon nods back and then suddenly hes gently shifting the camera away and jungkooks breath hitches in his throat when their eyes catch, namjoons touch gentle at his chin. the cameras tilting in his other hand and namjoons lips quirk up, his right hand coming up to help jungkook steady it — to focus in on their faces — and then oh. oh. theyre finally kissing.

namjoon tastes like quiet intimacy. like, interlaced fingers and limbs tucked between each others under warm blankets, like easy summer nights, fairy lights wrapped around your porch that barely illuminate stolen kisses and soft words. a sigh wells up in jungkook's chest, something hopeful and wonderful as he feels namjoon's lips move against his. he could wax poetic about namjoons lips for years and just barely scrape the surface, but his brain fizzes out when namjoon parts his lips. he traces the patterns of jungkooks teeth with a pink tongue, still locked tight with tightly coiled anxiety, and namjoon presses a smile into his lips.

“relax,” he breathes. once, twice, thrice—

and in his defense, jungkook tries. he tries not to think about the points in which their bodies connect, namjoons hard length brushing along the inside of jungkooks thigh which causes his breath to stutter in his chest and his brain to short circuit. he tries not to think about how namjoons quiet sighs wrap around him like a blanket, encompassing him in warmth and shelter and love. he tries not to think about how long hes wanted this, had stared at namjoon like he himself had hung the stars in the sky but -- its hard. he cant help but feel vulnerable. exposed. although he isnt the one completely bare and defenseless.

namjoon must sense his hesitation because he gently guides them both to his own room and jungkooks breathing now comes in deep, shuddering breaths. his fingers won’t stop tracing along namjoons back, pressing into the freckles and birthmarks and the precious little divots at the base of his spine. sometimes namjoon twitches under jungkooks wandering hands and jungkook tucks his head into the back of namjoons neck when namjoon tries to turn to him.

namjoon lays jungkook out onto the bed gently, the forgotten camera positioned on the bed next to them and jungkook takes it into his hands when namjoon leans in again. this time, hes taken by surprise and namjoon managed to slip his tongue in without complaint. it sends heat flushing through jungkooks very being and his hands go very still on namjoons back as he lets namjoon explore. eventually though, jungkook just sighs. his eyes flutter shut as he lets himself relax into the bed. he loves this. he loves namjoon. he loves the way his hands card through his hair and press against his abdomen. he loves the way namjoon looks at him, talks to him, wraps his hands around his waist and tells him that he's pretty. he loves everything and anything and he’ll take all namjoon is willing to give to him.

namjoons hands ruck up the bottom of his shirt and he pulls away to take a peak. jungkook whines at the loss but ultimately remains silent (--breath caught in his throat) as namjoon traces reverent hands over lightly defined abs and tiny nipples. he seems almost breathless — in awe — and jungkook suddenly turns shy, shifting the camera up to face the ceiling as if it would hide his shame.

namjoon doesnt seem to notice, fingers going up to press into his nipples and jungkook lets out a shuddering sigh in response. he takes his time, rolling them in between his fingers before he dips down and decides to take one into his mouth. jungkook jerks against the bed sheets -- namjoons name a cry and a blessing and a plea on his lips all at once -- as he feels namjoons tongue lave against his peck, wet. sloppy. deliberate. it feels — breathtaking. like honest to god breathtaking and he doesnt know how much more he can take before he starts crying, namjoons touch searing like hot charcoal into his skin. namjoon switches to the other one sometime in-between but jungkooks too dazed to notice, body arching up into the touch of a million fingers at his chest, as his own loosely rest at the base of namjoon's neck.

he does notice, however, when namjoon pulls off to tug his shirt up and over his head, his hands circling around jungkooks newly exposed biceps in reverence. he presses bruises into those too and jungkook sighs into namjoons neck, breathing in his musky cologne. he smells woodsy, rustic, like the earth itself had come alive to shape and form the being that he holds now.

his pants come off after and jungkook has to suppress the urge to curl into himself because what if namjoon doesnt like what he sees? namjoon is -- jungkook sucks in a breath -- perfect. from the way his cheeks apple up when hes talking about philosophy or plants or those little tiny crabs he digs up from the sand, to the way he can completely bracket him in in (making him feel small) despite them almost being the same height, to the way namjoon makes him feel safe (homey, loved). with a hand on his back or eye contact across a crowded room, namjoon is always there. and hes so thankful. thankful for the small graciousness that is namjoon. anxiety coils in the pits of his stomach and threatens to swallow him alive when his briefs slip past the curve of his ass but of course— namjoon is an angel wrapped in human skin, the living embodiment of what it is to be human.

he presses lips to every inch of exposed skin, making sure jungkook knows that he is beautiful and loved, and every bit deserving of affection as helpless little tears prick at the back of jungkooks eyes. and finally, finally, hes as naked and exposed as namjoon is himself and namjoon doesnt think anything less of him as he bows his head low and takes him into his mouth. its unexpected, sudden, and every bit amazing as jungkooks imagined it and more.

his tongue laps at the head, dipping in to play with the slit and fireworks bloom on the back of jungkooks eyelids. its almost too much and it would be, if not for the soothing hands running up and down the skin of his thighs, and jungkook has half a mind to pick up the camera and record namjoon again if he thought his fingers could take it. but as of right now, he feels like his bodys molded itself into the mattress, become one with it as he lets namjoon do as he pleases. its a shame, jungkook thinks vaguely, because namjoon really does look like sin personified with a cock down his throat.

“namjoon,” jungkook whimpers. namjoon hums as if to acknowledge his question. “more please n-need fingers?”

the end of his sentence tips up like a question, fluttering and unsure, and namjoon huffs out a laugh along the side of his length. he sucks one, two, three times before hes sitting up again and reaching over jungkook and into his bedside cabinet for lube. he slicks up his fingers with practiced ease and jungkook has to wonder just how many times hes done this for this to become second nature but then namjoons pressing a finger to his rim and jungkook sighs.

its uncomfortable at first, foreign, and namjoon kisses apologies into his stomach, until jungkook curls his fingers into namjoons hair to pull him up to his lips. namjoon teases, lips just barely pressed against jungkooks, forcing him to arch his back to get deeper, and namjoon laughs. light and airy and it spreads warmth into the tips of jungkooks fingers and toes.

namjoon curves his finger up, pressing up against jungkooks walls and the moan that leaves jungkooks throat filters out and right into namjoons. his shoulders tremble where namjoons left hand touches and namjoon shifts his head to kiss there too. soft. soothing. and then hes working in a second finger and jungkooks squeezing his eyes tight and his stomach even tighter and namjoon stops.

“are you okay, baby?” he asks between kisses, trailing them down until they finally reach his belly button. “need a minute?”

jungkook nods his head yes so namjoon pauses. he laves his tongue over every indent and raise that protrudes from his toned stomach, scraping his nails across his abbs just to hear the little whimper that jungkook exhales.

eventually, jungkook nods his head.

“use your words baby,” namjoon hums, lips pressed into the dip of his v-line. and jungkook does -- could never deny namjoon anything he asks of him.

words blubber up from the tips of his tongue like a loose fountain, meanings too raw and true and heavy for such a moment. namjoons fingers begin to work inside jungkook in ernest, just to hear the way his words cut off or trail into nothingness.

eventually, jungkooks bucking back against three fingers, his own curled tightly into the white sheets as sweat beads down the front of his forehead. namjoons had him on edge for so long that when he finally pulls out his fingers to brush back jungkooks matted bangs, he cries. namjoon shushes him but jungkooks past the point of soft words — shaking his head no as he wraps his thighs around namjoons waist. and namjoon gets the point, slicks up his cock with quick, easy strokes before pressing his cock to jungkooks rim.

namjoons head knocks into the side of jungkooks chin, lips pressing kisses to his defined jaw.

“are you ready, baby?” namjoon murmurs and fuck, jungkooks never been so ready for anything more in his life. nods back just as enthusiastically as he attempts to shift his hips downwards.

namjoon just presses his fingers into jungkooks hips, keeping him down firm, while he slowly fucks into him. and despite the thorough prep he's done — namjoon can still see the pain bloom across jungkooks face; as it settles into the creases of his forehead and part his lips slightly. namjoon pauses every few seconds, mumbling breath into jungkooks neck until the tenseness eventually subsides.

when namjoons completely bottomed out, jungkook arches up into namjoons body with a moan. he walks his fingers up namjoons arm to wind themselves into his hair as they kiss. its intense. jungkook doesnt know where to touch, to feel, to look, and moans leave his mouth without filter when he traces his fingers around his stretched rim.

when namjoon finally begins to move his hips, jungkooks incoherent. he doesnt even realize that namjoons once again holding the camera, lens focusing in on his fucked out face, on the pretty flush that settles high on his cheeks, and the drool that coats his chin.

and now its namjoon's turn to train the camera onto jungkooks little cock, sitting flushed and pretty and wet in lightly trimmed pubes. he fucks into jungkook harder just so he can capture how his cock bounces, the flushed head leaving behind a sticky residue everytime it slaps against his stomach. he also makes sure to film the way jungkooks abs clench and tense as he tries to buck back against joon and when — fuck — namjoon rolls his hips just right, he can just barely make out the little indentation his cock makes through jungkooks stomach.

jungkook cries when he comes, eyes scrunching up so pretty that namjoon cant decide if he wants to come across his face or brush them away with his thumb. in the end, namjoon presses a kiss to every tear, his hands shaking as he tries to capture the moment. it eventually drops off frame when their lips finally meet.

and, of course, namjoon picks the camera back up to record him licking at jungkooks sloppy red hole.

jungkook eventually whines for namjoon to stop, complaining hes too sensitive as he grabs for the camera back. “cant believe i cried on camera” — can be heard in the background as the camera shifts hands, before it’s cut to black.