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The flood begins as a tiny drop. A drop of sweat on Yoongi’s pale neck that crawls down past his jaw. Jungkook doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe, just watches as it makes its way steadily down and settles by Yoongi’s pretty collar bones. Hoseok’s saying something but Jungkook stopped listening a while ago.
“—rethink our defensive strategy,” Hoseok says, panting. “Let’s have Jimin fall back to help as a sweeper. Jimin, stay alert yeah?” Jimin nods. They do a quick cheer before jogging back out on the field.
Jungkook’s eyes follow Yoongi as he jogs back towards the wing. Jimin smacks him on the back, launching him forward into a jog.
“Keep your head in the game, Jeon!” Jimin crows as he jogs by. Jungkook ignores him. Focus. He can feel the heat of his rut prickle in his gut as he situates himself in front of the goal. Yoongi’s unmarred skin and sweat heightened by scent were distracting him more than usual. They were half an hour into the first half but down two and needed to make up the difference before halftime, for group morale, and for Jungkook’s pride.
The whistle blows and the ball is flung into play.
∆
The flood collects into a small shower that sprinkles off his sweaty forehead as he swats away the ball for the fifth time, maintaining their one point lead. It’s eight minutes away from the end of the second half and he’s holding out as best as he can while his teammates try to get the ball upfield. Hoseok cuts in, following the ball and sending it upwing to Yoongi. Yoongi collects and twists the ball between the opposing players. Jungkook’s chest rumbles with pride, that’s his hyung.
Jimin’s dashing upfield with Hoseok and Taehyung to assist, taking this opening as a chance to move the ball further upfield and towards the opposing goal. They swing the ball around and upfield, approaching the goal. Hoseok makes a pass to Jimin, but steers it too far and with an opposing player driving forward for it, Yoongi takes the leap. He cuts across the field and slide-tackles the ball out of reach and flying into the opposing goal.
With less than one minute on the clock and the home team two points up, they roar in victory. Hoseok has tackled Taehyung in a well-deserved hug for making it through the season. Jungkook makes his way across the field to where Yoongi is being helped up by Jimin, his vision tunneling on Jimin’s hand as it strays down Yoongi’s back.
Jimin rolls his eyes at Jungkook’s fierce look as he brushes mud off Yoongi’s jersey. “Relax, Jeon,” he’s chuckling and stepping away, “I’ll leave you guys to it. Good game guys, well played.”
Yoongi snorts and turns to Jungkook, “Your face is so intense, Kook, he was just helping me out. Didn’t happen to see the stumble I took just now?”
Jungkook shakes the look off, replacing it with enthusiasm, “Hyung, that was incredible!” Swoops in to scoop up Yoongi by the waist and twirl him, “you won the game for us!”
“Yah! Put me down! We basically won the game anyway, stop over-exaggerating,” Yoongi squawks. Jungkook lets him slide back to his feet, leaning in to press his nose against the curve of Yoongi’s neck. He inhales that sweet rich scent. Yoongi huffs and tries to step away. “Not while we’re on the fiel—”
“Let me.” Jungkook’s throaty order freezes Yoongi in his tracks. He lets himself be pulled closer so Jungkook can scent him more. Jungkook feels the flood turn into a downpour, his scent cloaking Yoongi and his breathing getting heavier as Yoongi’s sweet scent responds so beautifully.
“Min, Jeon, get back here!” Hoseok’s gruff voice calls them both back to reality. “We’re cleaning up and heading out!” The bubble pops and they step apart. Captain’s orders. Yoongi casts Jungkook a look, somewhere between aroused and annoyed before beginning to jog back to the sidelines. Jungkook takes his time, appreciating Yoongi’s dainty ass as he goes.
∆
The flood bursts when the heat licks like flames in his lower gut, shooting bolts of arousal and discomfort through his veins. His eyes tunnel vision on Yoongi, sitting across from him on the locker bench tying his shoes (and taking his sweet time) after all the other boys had traipsed out of the locker room. It was just them. Yoongi can smell it on him, waves and waves of rut arousal and dominance.
“Yoongi.” Jungkook’s voice is low, restrained into calmness. He points at his lap. “Now.”
Yoongi’s smirks and stands up, straddling Jungkook’s legs, pressing into his neck, nosing along the strongest source of his scent.
“So impatient.”
Jungkook scoffs. “You realize how long I’ve been waiting?”
Without answering Yoongi replies, “Just one fuck, to hold off the worst until we get home, okay Kook-ah?” He cups Jungkook’s face, searching in Jungkook’s fiery eyes. “Alpha?”
Jungkook exhales and nods, throat tight. His omega. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, little omega.”
“Imagine if you had taken me on the field. You nasty.” Yoongi smirks, leans in to swipe his tongue along Jungkook’s neck, tasting shower water and rich musk. Jungkook’s got his hands on Yoongi, sliding one hand to cup his neck, another down to cup his ass and dragging him in, in to press Yoongi against his already large erection.
“I’d have done it. But you’d probably hate me for it after,” Jungkook grunts back.
They meet for a searing kiss, teeth clacking and lips sticky and hot. Yoongi’s the first to release a small moan, then a whine in response to Jungkook’s rumbling growl. Their tongues drag against each other, slick and frantic. Jungkooks moving his hands now to remove Yoongi’s shirt, untie the drawstring on his pants, eagerly, impatiently.
Jungkook pulls away. “Can’t wait to get your tight little ass on my cock,” he groans. Yoongi’s hard and responsive, rolling his hips so he can grind against Jungkook’s clothed abs. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky with a little omega like you? You’re so hot.” Jungkook’s breathing hard, muttering while helping Yoongi out of his shirt, and pulling him up to suck his neck, licking along his collarbones, inhaling that sweet, sweet scent. Yoongi moans, grinds forward, and gasps, so so responsive. Jungkook loves it.
“Your shirt too. Alpha. Please.” He adds them as an afterthought, Jungkook doesn’t mind. Yoongi drags the offending fabric over Jungkook’s head and he helps, pushing Yoongi back to stand on his feet.
“Your pants,” Jungkook looks at them darkly. “Off, now.”
Yoongi grunts. “Can’t even ask nicely. Ungrat—brat.” The hair on Jungkook’s neck stands on end. Yoongi keeps the insults to a minimum after Jungkook’s low growl.
He’s already got his shoes and pants halfway off before Jungkook says, crooning, “Pretty little omega, doing so good for his alpha.” Yoongi squeezes his eyes closed at the praise. His exposed dick jerks under Jungkook’s careful gaze.
Yoongi’s pants tossed aside, Jungkook pulls him in by the waist, settling him back to straddle his legs again, dick pressing up against Jungkook’s hardness. Yoongi whimpers and grinds down. Jungkook hisses, the contact sends more bolts of itching heat shooting through his body.
Jungkook brings a palm to Yoongi’s cock, stroking upwards. He watches as the foreskin glides up over the wet tip, then back down, exposing the shiny pink head. “Shit.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re leaking so much,” Jungkook breathes, watching his little omega writhe. Yoongi’s groaning, thrusting up, fisting Jungkook’s hair all at once, licking and sucking into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s hand glides from Yoongi’s waist down around his asscheek, giving a firm squeeze before traveling further, a feather touch down and so gently over his omega’s wet pucker.
“Yoongi-yah, baby, little omega,” Jungkook is rumbling, “so wet baby, want my knot? Want me to fill you up?” Yoongi whines again, pressing back against Jungkook’s fingers, letting them slip against his slick hole.
Jungkook slaps Yoongi’s thigh. “Up, bend over, hands on the bench. Let me eat you out.”
Yoongi huffs and lifts up, muttering under his breath “you alphas never change do you,” turning around to bend over and present his ass, pale supple asscheeks gently spread as he bends forward and grips the wooden bench. Jungkook ignores Yoongi in favor of taking a moment to appreciate Yoongi’s tight perfect hole, his heavy balls and cock dangling stiff between his spread legs, dripping precum.
“Shit, Kook, alpha, I need you.” He swings around to meet Jungkook’s feral eyes, licks his lips. “Please.” Jungkook’s chest squeezes, Yoongi knows how to toe the line. Makes it all the more worth it.
Jungkook’s mouth is on him, licking up and into him, sucking and swirling. The older man gasps, fingers digging into the bench at the stimulation. He’s torn between grinding back onto Jungkook’s powerful tongue and reaching down to grind forward into his own palm. Jungkook is always so intense about making sure his omega’s pleasure is drawn out such that it coils long and hot under his skin.
Jungkook is tonguing Yoongi’s ass while working to unbutton his pants and underwear, slide them down below his hard cock, jerking in the cool locker room air, aching to be touched properly. To slide into a warm, tight hole. Yoongi feels fingers slide back up his thigh, another stinging smack that makes his dick twitch, and then a single digit pressing inside next to Jungkook’s tongue. More precum dribbles out of the head of his cock, more slick gushes into Jungkook’s mouth.
“Alpha, I—I don’t think, fuck I’m going to—I need—” Yoongi’s words are choked between moans and whines. Jungkook pulls off his tongue, replacing it with two fingers, twisting and scissoring.
“Just a little more baby, can’t have you hurting while you’re being stretched by my cock.” Jungkook reaches forward with his other hand, rolls Yoongi’s balls between his fingers and then grips his erection, loosely. “Fuck my hand baby. Slowly. Relax for me.”
Yoongi begins to thrust forward and back, letting the pleasure build steadily in his gut and relax into the rocking motion. Jungkook thinks he can fit a third finger.
“You’re doing so good for alpha, look so pretty Yoongi-yah, spread so nicely and ready for my cock. Such a perfect little omega,” Jungkook’s pressing forward more, sweeping his fingers inside for that spot. He moves his hand back from Yoongi’s cock, up to squeeze his omega’s ass again. Yoongi groans and flinches, his cock sways. “Look how responsive you are, Yoongi-yah, your cock is so pretty, ass so tight for me. Could spend fucking ages just teasing you.” He withdraws his fingers. “Not tonight though, come here—”
Yoongi turns. “Alpha,” he breathes, takes in Jungkook’s cock, large and straining. “Can I ride you?”
“Fuck,” Jungkook growls. He swings his legs so he’s straddling the bench, pulling Yoongi over him, slips his cock between Yoongi’s cheeks and lets it slide up against the slick wetness. Jungkook’s got a hand behind him, propping him up on the bench so he can watch as Yoongi grinds down along the length.
He’s getting impatient, thrusting up when he feels the tip catch on Yoongi’s hole, sees Yoongi lick his lips, pressing his hands on the younger man’s abs and shift forward, away, teasing.
“Yoongi-yah.” Jungkook’s voice is low, growling, restless.
Yoongi pouts, blinks so delicately. “Don’t we need a condom?” Tilts his head, the picture of innocence.
Jungkook almost screams in frustration.
Jungkook tears through his bag for a condom in no time at all, tossing away the foil and rolling it down on his cock with a firm pump. “There. Get on my cock, baby.”
Yoongi suppresses a shiver. He hoists himself up, Jungkook’s firm grip on his hip. Places the tip of his cock again his rim, and lets the head slide in. He sinks down halfway and pauses. The pressure that forces him apart makes him gasp and whine. Sinks down further, letting his alpha’s cock press into him so deep. He can feel Jungkook twitch as he tightens up, feeling the entirety of his length inside of him. “Fuck. Mmph. Big.” He stays seated to adjust for a minute, and watches Jungkook breathe heavily and squirm under him, Yoongi smirks.
Jungkook smirks back. “Aren’t you gonna ride hyung? Don’t you love this? Knowing your alpha dongsaeng is so fucking deep inside you right now. Being a perfect omega hyung and taking my cock.” Yoongi’s dick jerks and he moans. It’s so hot. Jungkook’s cock is thick and deep, and it almost feels dirty, almost taboo that he’s got his underclassman here, letting his underclassman use him in a empty locker room. He begins to rise up, letting it slide out to the tip, before sinking back down.
“Ah fuck, Kook, it’s so good, feels so good,” Yoongi murmurs. “You’re so big, alpha, makes me feel so stretched out inside.”
Jungkook groans and watches as Yoongi rides, slowly, patiently with tight rolls and shifts, squeezing around his cock, feeling the pleasure bubble around his groin. He’s sweating, the heat from the beginnings of his rut coiling deep in his gut. But, he loves seeing Yoongi like this. His slow and intentional focus on getting himself and his alpha off, refusing to touch himself and just letting the younger’s cock press against his prostate. He loves hearing Yoongi’s unleashed moans, and watching his fringe falling over his eyes as they burn into Jungkook’s, as if he’s taunting. How long will you wait, Kook-ah? How long will you let hyung use your cock? Jungkook lets Yoongi have his way and waits for his turn. They always do it this way.
Yoongi groans. “Kook-ah, ‘m getting tired,” Yoongi sags against Jungkook’s chest, clenches tight around the base of his cock. Jungkook’s fingers dig into Yoongi’s waist and he grits his teeth, so tight.
“F-fuck, baby, you did so well. Rode alpha so beautifully, you look so hot riding my cock. Hop off a sec babe.” Jungkook takes the lead, pulling Yoongi off, flipping him over to rest spread open on the bench, a towel shoved hastily underneath his back. The young alpha teases his length over Yoongi’s puffy rim. Yoongi whines, scoots down in an attempt to get his alpha’s thick cock back inside of him.
Jungkook gives Yoongi a cheeky smile and drives back into Yoongi, shifting and aiming for Yoongi’s prostate, quick vicious thrusts. Yoongi sputters and moans, eyes screwed shut and clutching at Jungkook’s forearms. He’s sweeping over that spark-igniting spot deep inside and the stimulation is glorious. Yoongi’s sliding up the bench, but easily jerked back onto Jungkook’s cock by Jungkook’s firm hands on his waist. Jungkook’s abs ripple and contract as he thrusts, pushing in and drawing back. Yoongi almost wants to cry in some submissive-like omega response but it doesn’t feel right; he just loves how focused and passionate Jungkook looks, so caught up in the pleasure of pleasing his hyung and his own building orgasm. Yoongi reaches up a hand to Jungkook’s cheek, panting from exertion.
“Fuck—ah, please, Kook-ah, give me—knot, ah—knot me. Alpha, please.” Jungkook grinds his teeth and swallows down a hoarse roar as he continues to drill in. Yoongi can feel his knot begin to swell. Oh, fuck. It’s big, so thick, stretching him even further inside, so tight. Fuck, he can’t—he can’t take—
“Take it,” Jungkook snarls, sweat drips off his sharp jaw. “Yoongi-yah—take my knot.” Fuck, fuck. It’s so much. Everything is so much. Yoongi’s coming, white streaks shooting across his chest, his cock jerking heavily, four, five, six times. Jungkook watches as he comes, feeling him tighten up on his dick, the involuntary jerking squeezes of each subsequent jerk, it’s so excruciatingly tight, he can only rock in, grind in.
Jungkook groans, and feels it.
The tense string of wound up pleasure in his gut snaps and he snarls, hips thrusting forward, cock pushing as deep as he can go and cum spurts out of his cock. Yoongi can feel Jungkook’s cock throb and pulse, can feel the heat as strings of cum fill the condom. He lets him ride out the tension with shudders, stroking a hand down Jungkook’s forearm.
“Good job, alpha,” Yoongi mumbles, “did so well knotting me. Feel so full, Kook-ah.” Jungkook folds forward to lick and breath into Yoongi’s neck, drawing in that scent of blissed-out pleasure.
“You are so perfect hyung. You feel so perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me.” Yoongi’s dick twitches weakly and he tenses up around the knot, making them both moan at the oversensitivity. Regardless, Yoongi loves this feeling, being stuffed to the brim, filled, like he’s serving his purpose. For him, it’s not about being subservient to Jungkook, it’s about pleasing him, and letting himself derive pleasure from that.
“Yah—brat you did that on purpose.” Yoongi huffs, gently shoving Jungkook’s snickering face away. “Shit, when your knot goes down, we are going back home before we fuck again. My back can’t take this bench.”
Jungkook snickers again, “—old man—” before ducking another one of Yoongi’s indignant hands.
∆
Clean up is fairly straightforward, Jungkook begrudgingly acknowledging that using a condom expedited a process that would have left Yoongi very grouchy. Cleaning out cum is such a fucking hassle, he says. Jungkook agrees to disagree, but he also wouldn’t know, Yoongi’s never once allowed him to not use a condom. He doesn’t argue with hyung though, because he always lets Yoongi have his way.
He can feel the flood beginning to collect in his gut again. One knot is insufficient to subside the rut slowly builds like the rising tide through his body.
“Kook-ah, you’re getting hard again. C’mon let’s get out of here.” Yoongi drags him out to the car.
The drive back home is a quick one, they’d chosen an apartment not far from campus grounds. Small and cheap, but convenient.
When they get back, Yoongi’s pulling out leftovers from last night.
“You’re definitely hungry,” he’s saying, but Jungkook’s barely listening, feeling the sweat break on his forehead again, eyes glued to the sweatpants clinging to Yoongi’s small ass. He’s hard again and it’s uncomfortable. He has the searing need to slide back inside Yoongi’s tight hole. “We need to eat. That or we starve for the rest of your rut, and I’m not trying to die tonight. Let hyung just heat this up—”
Jungkook’s pining Yoongi to the kitchen counter, erection pressing in between his clothed asscheeks as he sets the microwave. “Yoongi-yah, let me fuck you here. In the kitchen. Right now.” Jungkook’s gone throaty again, rumbling deep in his chest as he rubs his nose all over Yoongi’s nape. Fuck, he loves that sweet, sweet scent.
Yoongi’s quick to turn around and break out of Jungkook’s loose cage, “No. Food first.”
Jungkook follows, growling. “But—”
“Kook-ah. Food first or I’m not fucking you at all.” That shuts Jungkook up, his fierce expression crinkling into one of stubborn acceptance. The microwave beeps.
Yoongi hands him a fork and pulls him towards the dining table. “Let’s eat.”
Jungkook scarfs down the leftover noodles in minutes, again, begrudgingly acknowledging that Yoongi knows best. Sweat is gathering in the small of his back, and he aches to force Yoongi down on the table and take him there. But that wouldn’t go over well. They have an agreement, respect the boundaries, so no one gets hurt. Jungkook’s not like this all the time, just when the rut causes him to be hyperaware, hyper-alpha. He watches as Yoongi finishes his food, fork bite by fork bite. He watches that cat-like pink mouth and velvety tongue. He imagines it on him, sucking around the head, sliding down the shaft. Jungkook’s chest rumbles again and he grips his fork.
Yoongi’s watching him, watching Jungkook restrain himself. He’ll let his alpha have his way in the bedroom soon. Soon.