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They were both sat on the couch, Namjoon comfortingly rubbing Hoseok’s back and throwing him worried glances from time to time. Hoseok was definitely enjoying the touch, but his mind was somewhere else, gaze fixated somewhere in the corner of the room. Instinctively, he leaned into Namjoon’s touch a little more, but the Alpha in question cleared his throat and Hoseok quickly backed away as soon as he realized.
“Sorry, Seokie, you know what happened last time you smelled like my scent” Namjoon apologetically said, yet not once stopping his hands from gently rubbing Hoseok’s back.
Hoseok hummed and sighed, covering his face with both his hands. Of course he knew, it would be quite difficult to get the image of Jungkook almost biting Namjoon’s face off that one time out of his head. Honestly, most people would say his and Jungkook’s relationship was not meant to last, but he begged to differ. At least that’s what he thought up until now.
It all started when he, a frail human, somehow managed to fall in love with the Alpha, in spite of their friends’ initial refusal to support the relationship. But one could ask: why would they be against their happiness? Well, for one, they lived in a society where inter-species relationships were officially against the law. If that wasn’t enough, Jungkook had presented as an Alpha only six months before meeting Hoseok and falling in love with him. That was a huge drawback, as Jungkook was completely inexperienced with Alpha mechanics in general, never mind how to handle a human.
And that brings us to the current situation: Jungkook was showing definite signs of having his second rut ever since he presented and Hoseok was absolutely freaking out. Mostly because of how badly his first rut had gone. Story short: Jungkook had tried his hardest to repress his needs, arguing that he might have felt the urge to knot an Omega, but his faithfulness to Hoseok was much more important. And the option of knotting Hoseok was not even disputable, Omegas’ bodies were built to withstand the process, whereas his human would not have been strong enough and the last thing he wanted was to hurt him. Problem is, by repressing his natural needs, his hormones had gone completely mental and unless the pack wanted the whole house to burn down thanks to Jungkook’s unpredictable waves of anger, they were forced to call an Omega from a different pack to help him through the rut. After that, the Alpha would not look Hoseok in the eyes for three whole days.
And Hoseok would lie if he said it didn’t hurt. It hurt him to see somebody else pleasing his boyfriend the way he couldn’t, but more than just that, it hurt seeing Jungkook in pain. He knew this relationship would be difficult ever since he got involved, he’d researched the phenomenon himself by watching tens of documentaries and reading countless books, but it’s never occurred to him it would be like this.
He shook his head and turned to look at Namjoon. “You have to call Taehyung again. The rut’s due to start either tomorrow morning or the day after tomorrow. He seemed to like Taehyung, so we better get him here before it’s too late again” Hoseok mumbled, dropping his gaze to Namjoon’s feet.
“He didn’t like it, Seokie, he had no other choice. I’m sure you know he would have taken you in his place if there was a way. Jungkook loves you very much, that I can assure you.”
Hoseok stayed silent for a few more seconds and then sighed. “I need to go talk to him, don’t I?”
Namjoon smiled. “You do. He sensed you’ve grown distant ever since his rut started showing and it’s taking a toll on him”
Truth be told, Hoseok had already come up with a plan, but he knew as a matter of fact Jungkook (as well as most rational beings in the fucking universe) would be against it. Yet he decided to bring it up nonetheless.
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“You want to what, now?” Jungkook incredulously asked, eyes wide open and arms crossed over his chest. Hoseok’s cheeks were burning up and he refused to look the Alpha in the eyes throughout his whole explanation. “Hoseok!” Jungkook assertively exclaimed and although he was not necessarily affected by his Alpha voice, Hoseok still shivered at the tone and brought his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously chewing on it.
“I just thought…” he began, but his voice trailed off into complete silence.
“You thought I would be ok with fucking you with an Omega in the room and when I feel my knot coming to magically find the mental strength to pull out and stick my dick into the Omega and knot them instead of you? How the fuck is that any different from fucking them from beginning to end?” he growled, fists ready to punch the closest thing to him that wasn’t Hoseok.
Hoseok felt anger starting to bubble inside his veins just as much. “Because I’d effectively be the one to bring you the orgasm, you won’t be cheating on me entirely, yet you’d still get your fucking knotting” he almost screamed, feeling tears prickle at his eyes.
“You’re delusional thinking I’d be able to fuck you when there’s an Omega bursting with pheromones in the room” Jungkook screamed right back at him, finally letting his anger out as he punched the nightstand right next to Hoseok, making the latter jump in surprise and back away a couple of steps.
Jungkook regretted the move and the words less than a second later and gulped, getting ready to apologize, when Namjoon burst through the door. “Ok, party over” he said, grabbing Hoseok by the arm and dragging him out the room, as well as throwing dirty looks Jungkook’s way. The last thing Jungkook saw before Hoseok was completely dragged out the door was the human’s tears finally finding their way down his cheeks. And Jungkook never hated himself more than he did just then.
Almost a full day later, Jungkook gathered the courage to finally make his way out of the room. He found Hoseok laying on the couch, slightly curled into a ball and sleeping peacefully with his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He’d heard Namjoon tell Hoseok to call him in case the situation got out of control again and that only broke Jungkook’s heart even more. Hoseok was scared of him. Of course he was. He sighed and tried his hardest to ignore the other Alpha’s scent lingering on Hoseok’s skin (this really wasn’t the time to get possessive again) as he picked up a blanket from the floor and gently placed it on top of the sleeping man.
Hoseok stirred in his sleep at the added weight on his body and sleepily opened his eyes. When his gaze focused on Jungkook’s figure, he took a deep breath in and just looked up at him, not knowing what to say or what to do.
“Would that make you happy?” Jungkook whispered, crouching next to Hoseok and gently rubbing his thumbs over his boyfriend’s cheeks. “Your plan. Would that really make you happy?”
Hoseok leaned into the touch and smiled. “I think so. I don’t know yet. But we have to try if we’re gonna attempt to make this relationship work.”
Jungkook nodded. “Fine, then. I’ll try. And Hoseokie?”
The other hummed, finding his eyelids grow heavy once again.
“I’m really sorry for earlier” was the last thing Hoseok heard before he fell asleep once again.
The next morning, Jungkook woke up by himself even though the previous night he’d carried Hoseok back to bed with him. But that was a good thing, considering he barely opened his eyes when sudden pain and arousal hit him full force, making him growl and grab the sheets under him in tight fists. It was beginning.
The door burst open and Jungkook growled once again when pheromones hit his nostrils. A slightly familiar face entered the room, rectangular smile way too bright and cheery for the situation. “Somebody call for an Omega cum dumpster?” Taehyung pointed to himself, giggling and making way for Hoseok to also come in. Jungkook grimaced at the expression but didn’t bother hiding the lust he was experiencing as he checked out both boys from head to toe.
“I’m guessing that means we can start” Hoseok smiled almost shyly, scrambling to take off every single article of clothing he was wearing and as locked gazes with Taehyung, he pointed his chin to an armchair in the corner of the room. Taehyung nodded and plopped down onto it, one hand quickly finding its way into his own pants, ready to attack.
Hoseok climbed into bed next to a dizzy Jungkook and straddled his thighs, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off in a swift motion. If up until now Jungkook’s gaze had been fixed on Taehyung, now Hoseok seemed to be basking in all the Alpha’s attention. The latter closed his eyes in an attempt to restrain himself from going ham, lifting his ass off the bed slightly in order to let the other take his pants off. When all that shazam was out of the way, Jungkook finally opened his eyes, growled through clenched teeth and manhandled a squeaky Hoseok into the mattress and climbed over him possessively. He leaned down and framed the other’s face into his big hands, forcing him to turn his head to the side in order for the Alpha to smell a particular spot behind the ear where Omegas would usually be bursting with pheromones. And although Hoseok was very much not an Omega, there was a sweet scent that resembled vanilla.
“Why do you smell like this?” Jungkook asked calmly, pressing down onto the other’s body with his own and moving his hips as slowly as he could, their bare members rubbing together.
Hoseok whimpered at the feeling, but somehow found his words “I asked Tae to mark me. It’ll only last a day and I thought I’d... fuck, I thought it’d make it easier for you”.
Jungkook threw Taehyung a small glance and almost rolled his eyes when the Omega winked at him proudly. Instead of replying to Hoseok’s statement, Jungkook repressed a moan when their members unconsciously picked up the pace and hurried to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand next to the bed. He poured a hefty amount in his hand and leaned down to search for the desired spot at the same time as catching Hoseok’s lips in a passionate kiss. He found himself growling for the nth time that night when he noticed that Hoseok’s hole was already stretched with probably more than just three fingers.
“When did you…?” he asked, breaking the kiss in order to insert four fingers without a single thought, making Hoseok moan and tremble under his touch.
“In the bathroom, before you woke up. Both, fuck, both me and Tae. Together. We helped each other”
Hoseok was playing a dangerous game. He knew for a fact Jungkook would never allow another Alpha touch him, as he would get protective and over jealous, but he hoped to God the situation with another Omega would be different and would turn the other on. But thank fuck his plan seemed to work, seeing as Jungkook wasted no time in pouring more than necessary lube onto his length and diving in maybe a little bit too eagerly, making Hoseok wince.
“I’m sorry” Jungkook murmured as he bottomed out and immediately stilled, in order to let the other get used to the feeling, like they did every single time they got intimate. Except this time Jungkook was so incredibly horny that he had to bury his nails into his palms in order to keep himself from moving. He’s pretty sure at some point he felt blood trickling down his fingers, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck about that.
Hoseok shook his head “You can move, Kook”.
And fuck did he start moving. He grabbed both Hoseok’s wrists and pinned them above his head, drilling into him so fast and rough that he used all his strength and might to also focus on the other’s facial expressions to make sure he wasn’t going too far. But Hoseok seemed to enjoy it just as much, moaning and mewling and arching his back underneath Jungkook. At some point after 2 of Hoseok’s orgasms, Jungkook let go of the other’s wrists in favour of pulling out completely, manhandling him onto his belly and diving back in with renewed force and determination. With this new position, he found it easier to abuse Hoseok’s prostate, which is why the third time Hoseok came is when he clenched around Jungkook the hardest. This resulted in a few things happening way too fast for either of them to notice or to react: Jungkook suddenly straightened his back from where he had been leaning over Hoseok, his muscles suddenly contracting and something slightly odd but pleasing forming at the base of his cock. Taehyung let out a warning scream from the pits of the room, but was completely ignored by the other two who were way too immersed in their own pleasure.
And that’s when tragedy happened. As soon Jungkook finally noticed the already formed knot starting to travel down his member, it was all too late. He didn’t even get the chance to try and pull out when he felt painful tightness engulf him and Hoseok screamed under him, wriggling in an attempt to back out, to get away, but it was all too late. Taehyung was next to them, fists tangled in his own hair, pulling on it in desperation, scared shitless and not knowing what to do.
Jungkook felt his world stop the first time Hoseok screamed. With the second scream, it was his heart that stilled for a while. But when Hoseok finally stopped wriggling under him and went limp, that’s when he decided he was without a single shadow of a doubt the worst person in the entire universe and deserved to die a slow and painful death. Tears in his eyes, he leaned down and tried to find the other’s face, now buried in the pillow.
“Hoseokie?” he whispered and they both winced when the first wave of semen started pumping from Jungkook into Hoseok. “H-Hoseokie?”
“Jeon Jungkook” Hoseok managed to say, face still buried in the pillow. “Would you stop fucking moving? I’m starting to get aroused once again and I swear to fuck if I come one more time tonight, you might become witness to a case of human combustion”
Jungkook blinked a couple of times, unsure if he’d heard those words correctly. “W-what? Are you not in pain? What do you mean you’re getting aroused? Are you ok?” he doesn’t even know if the questions even made sense, considering he just let them out in an amalgam of sounds.
“Oh, I’m 100% not ok. That hurt like a fucking bitch. Next time, fist a girl before shoving a thing that huge up her asshole. But no, it barely hurts anymore, unless you move, so stay fucking still!”
After they finally persuaded Taehyung to leave (because everything was under control and sadly, they would not need his help anymore), it took almost twenty minutes for the swelling to go down enough for Jungkook to finally slide out of Hoseok, both of them hissing in pain at the feeling. The Alpha landed next to Hoseok and they looked at each other for a few seconds before Hoseok suddenly burst into laughter, curling into himself and holding his stomach. At first, Jungkook just looked at him in confusion, but the sound was so hearty and clear to his ears that he soon found himself smiling.
“You know, I actually meant it” Hoseok finally said when he managed to stop himself from laughing and looked up at the ceiling in contemplation.
“You meant what?” Jungkook asked, moving closer to him and stretching his neck in order to kiss his cheek.
Hoseok smiled and looked back at Jungkook, returning the kiss, this time precisely aiming for the lips. “The fisting thing. If I were stretched properly, I would’ve been able to take you from the beginning. I just… Don’t understand why they portray it as such an impossible thing in the books and the documentaries and the….”
“Because they’re so against the idea of inter-species relationships that the only method to put an end to them or prevent them from happening in the first place is to indoctrinate us with such ideas in hopes to scare us off” Jungkook answered, drawing slow patterns on Hoseok’s bare arm.
Moments of comfortable silence passed before Jungkook spoke again: “I’m really sorry I hurt you today, but I swear on everything I ever loved to never hurt you again in my life. Actually, I promise I will kill myself before I let anything cause you any more pain”.
Hoseok smiled and hid his quickly reddening cheeks under Jungkook’s arm. “I love you”.
“I love you more”.
"It feels like an entire plane landed inside my asshole".
"I'm sorry".
"It's okay pilot, just make sure it's safe to land next time".