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How long have they even been here? Hoseok takes another sip of water, hand trembling around the glass. He looks across the table. Everyone’s chatting and laughing over some lame joke Seokjin just cracked. Hoseok forces out a half hearted chuckle of his own, trying to act as normal as he can under the circumstances.
“Looking a little pale there, Hobari.” Jimin’s voice breaks into Hoseok’s thoughts. Hoseok turns around and glares as he takes in the cocky smile on the alpha’s face. It’s no surprise when Jimin’s hand slithers down to make a grab at his thigh, squeezing around it possessively. He leans in closer and whispers against Hoseok’s ear, breath creating goosebumps in his wake.
“Wanna go back home already?”
Jimin delivers a playful pinch to Hoseok’s thigh before nipping gently at his earlobe. Hoseok makes a small garbled sound, senses going into overdrive. Jimin’s touch burns into his already feverish skin, groin coiling with a fresh wave of his impending heat. But Jimin doesn’t pay that any mind, choosing instead to trail his hand even further down and ghost his fingers across Hoseok’s crotch. The teasy touch makes Hoseok’s breath stutter, his eyes going wide as little bolts of electricity spark from the contact, going straight to his cock and making it plump up.
“Jimin please—” Hoseok croaks out, clenching his eyes shut as he trembles under another wave of heat, his asshole clenching wantonly for a knot that’s at hand’s reach.
It’s downright cruel of Jimin to be treating him this way. But Hoseok supposes that it’s partially his fault. He shouldn’t have been so adamant about attending the get-together when he was already in pre-heat.
“Hyung, I think we should skip this one. The gang’s gonna have another meet-up next month anyway.”
“Shh, Jiminie, my preheat just started this morning. I’ll be perfectly fine for a good two days before my actual heat hits. Besides, I have scent blockers, so don’t worry..”
“But hyung, I think it’s a little risky—”
“Stop being so dramatic, Jimin-ah! I’ll be perfectly fine so stop being such a worrywart and let’s get going already.”
Ah fuck, this was a huge mistake. Hoseok wants to go home right this instant. He tries to peel Jimin’s hand off his thigh, but Jimin’s grip is too tight, almost punishing. Hoseok sighs in defeat, picking up his fork and absentmindedly poking at his plate of food. It’s some sort of creamy pasta concoction, the rich scent making Hoseok a little nauseous. He’d much rather be at home, scenting JImin and taking his knot—
“You’re getting wet,” Jimin says casually. Hoseok whips his head around in shock, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. “I can smell you, hyung. You smell like a bitch in heat.”
That’s ironic considering how he really is a bitch in heat. But Hoseok doesn’t respond; simply choosing to hiss under his breath before turning around to have a look at the others. It’s ridiculous how they’re still engrossed in casual conversation amongst themself. Completely oblivious to Hoseok’s little— big— problem.
“Don’t talk like that,” Hoseok whispers, appalled at how breathless he sounds.
“Why?” Jimin’s grip tightens. “Does it turn you on, Hobari? Does it excite you when I call you a bitch— my bitch.”
A shiver runs down Hoseok’s back, hot and tingly as it settles at the base of his spine. He wishes Jimin would quit pushing his buttons this way. But to the contrary, Jimin goes one step further and pinches Hoseok’s cock through his pants. The sudden movement causes Hoseok to drop his fork, a choked moan spilling from his lips. That’s what causes the others to finally pay attention to him. They all pause in their talk, turning around and fixing Hoseok with a concerned look.
“Is everything okay, Hobi?” Namjoon quirks up an eyebrow, giving Hoseok a once over that makes his toes curl into his shoes.
“You look a little flushed.” Yoongi’s voice is low, barely audible even though they reserved the whole restaurant to themselves. “You don’t look so good, Hob-ah.”
“He’s going into heat,” Jimin provides enthusiastically. “Being in a room with six alphas triggered his heat early.”
Gasps of shock resonate across the table. Namjoon covers his mouth in shock, eyes bulging out. Taehyung swipes his tongue across his lower lip, eyes glinting with something sinister. Jungkook presses Seokjin’s hand, eyes worried as he subconsciously leans in closer towards his mate. Yoongi’s lips are parted and he looks almost hypnotised by Hoseok.
“Jimin!” Hoseok groans, voice cutting off on a gasp when another ripple of heat wracks through his body. The air turns sour, charged with the scent of lust. It’s not Hoseok though, no, it’s the alphas. Their pheromones ooze out in waves, washing over Hoseok’s skin and pushing him under.
“Would you look at that?” Jimin clicks his tongue scornfully. “He’s getting even more turned on, leaking slick like a faucet now that you know how much of a knotslut he is.” Jimin reaches over and tips Hoseok’s chin up with his index finger. Hoseok whines, a depraved part of him wanting to present himself at that very moment.
“You like that, Hobari?” Jimin coos, thumb rubbing lazy circles under Hoseok’s skin. “Like being watched by our friends while you go into heat? Wanna give them a show? Let them see just how much of a whore you are?”
“Yes—” Hoseok slurs, shame washing over him with every word he utters. “Yes please. Wanna be— Wanna be alpha’s good boy.”
“You wanna be a good boy?” Jimin laughs, rising from his seat to pull Hoseok up to his feet. “How can you be a good boy when you got everything wrong today, Hobari? If you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be in heat like this in a public restaurant for God’s sake!”
“I’m—” Hoseok yelps when Jimin suddenly bends him over the table. He watches with shame as the others slowly push all the food to the corner of the table, making space for Hoseok to be fully hauled over it. It’s a humiliating position, having his stomach pressed down and ass up in front of the others. But Hoseok can barely think straight before Jimin’s tugging his pants down and a cold gust of air hits his ass. In another quick motion, Jimin yanks his boxers down to his knees before landing a smack against his naked ass.
“Ow!” Hoseok squeals, but the sound ends on a yelp when Jimin bends down and licks a stripe between his asscrack. “Oh my God—”
“So wet, Hobari,” Jimin groans into Hoseok’s rim, biting at the soft flesh of his ass cheek before shoving his tongue down Hoseok’s hole. A shiver runs down Hoseok’s spine, his knees wobbling as jolts of pleasure shoot through his veins. He realises he’s drooling onto the table, making a little puddle on the glass top. With his cheek squished against the table surface, he looks to the side and braves a look at the others.
The previous shame that was eating away at Hoseok’s conscience completely slips off when he sees the other alphas in various stages of relieving themselves. Seokjin straddles Jungkook’s lap, grinding against his erection even as he shoves his tongue down his throat. Namjoon and Taehyung and jerking eachother off, eyes focused on Hoseok like he’s the only meal they want even in this five star restaurant. And Yoongi—
“May I?”
Hoseok’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he feels that familiar broad hand gently tug his chin up. It’s Yoongi, his pupils so dilated with lust that his eyes are almost fully black. The knowledge that he is this way because of Hoseok only makes him leak even more slick. Jimin moans at the back, lapping him up, using his fingers to scissor him even more loose than he already is. Hoseok turns his attention back to Yoongi, back to the desperation on his face, the spiked scent of his lust. God, he doesn’t even know what Yoongi wants. But at this moment, he’s ready to give him anything he asks for.
But before Hoseok can say anything, Jimin answers for him. Which is all good because, truth be told, Hoseok’s head is reduced to nothing but mush at the moment, all his senses just running on pure lust.
“Do whatever you want with him, hyung,” Jimin says, pulling off Hoseok’s ass with a vulgar pop sound. “He’d let everyone take turns with him if he could— Just look how wet and pliant he is!”
As if to prove his point, JImin dips a finger in and scoops up a thick blob of slick from Hoseok’s ass before pulling it to his lips and licking it clean. From this angle, Hoseok can see the thread of slick stretch before it breaks at Jimin’s lips. It’s sexy and he’s shamelessly turned on even more by the depraved sight.
A whine starts low in his chest, bubbling up his throat, only to be choked down when Yoongi grabs his head and starts feeding Hoseok his cock. Yoongi’s cock is thick— not as thick as Jimin’s, no, Jimin has a fucking beer can for a cock—- but it’s longer and curved in the most delicious way. It tastes different too. While Jimin has a sweet taste, floral and honey, Yoongi is sharper. Musky and intoxicating. Something like whiseky— and fuck, Hoseok always did have the msot pathetic alcohol tolerance. A blissed out moan rumbles over Hoseok’s tongue, the sound getting choked out by the thick cock stuffed in his face.
“Such a cock slut, aren’t you, baby?” Jimin’s voice sounds dull in Hoseok’s head, what with how drunk he feels, his heat now in full swing. Hoseok purrs, eyes drooping shut as he allows Yoongi to fuck his mouth like a fleshlight. A sudden pang of pain in his ass is the sign that Jimin’s finally decided to fuck him. Oh God, Jimin’s cock is so fat that it fills him up in the most delicious way, immediately pressing against his prostate and making his own cock drool pathetically against the cold surface of the table.
“So pliant,” Jimin’s voice is closer now, a heated pressure across his back blooming no doubt from the alpha leaning down against him. A small sting sparks at Hoseok’s scent gland and he wonders if Jimin’s bitten him again. He can hardly tell though, what with how all his senses are on overdrive.
He can hear grunts and moans from the others, their scents mixing together and inebriating him even further. Yoongi’s cock swells impossibly further, stretching his mouth to the limit until it aches in the most glorious way. It’s when the knot starts expanding against his jaws that Hoseok pats weakly against Yoongi’s thigh in a signal for him to get off. It’s a bit of a task for Yoongi to pull himself out, given how tightly Hoseok’s mouth wraps around him, but he manages to do so in the end, leaving Hoseok a coughing spluttering mess. Voice hoarse, eyes wet and bleary, lips red and glossy and swollen. Maybe it’s the debauched image before him that does him over, because Yoongi comes almost instantly, against Hoseok’s lips. Ropes of white come shooting across his face, some even landing in his hair. Hoseok whines, eyes stinging in the best way.
He barely registers that Yoongi’s slumped back in his seat before Jimin starts pounding into him at a feral pace. It’s fast and hard, fat cock dragging against Hoseok’s walls and hitting his prostate right on with every thrust. Hoseok’s senses overload with alternating waves of pain and pleasure. Hoseok ejaculates like that, body slumping forward and going lax, ass squirting slick all over Jimin— Hoseok is already dreading doing laundry this week.
“Came already?” Jimin grunts, fingers digging into Hoseok’s hips as he continues to plough into him, pace ruthless and sloppy. Every thrust makes Hoseok’s cock twitch with oversensitivity, the first wave of his heat finally sated. He yelps, body trembling violently when Jimin wraps his hand around his soft cock. Jimin chuckles wickedly, whispering against Hoseok’s ear, “Let’s get one more outta you, Hobari”
“No more, Jiminie, oh my God—”
“Shhh,” Jimin whispers, grinding his hips down in purposeful circles. “You got everyone all worked up, Hobari. Be thankful I’m not making you take all their knots.”
Hoseok shivers, cock twitching shamelessly at the thought. Jimin laughs ruefully when he notices, picking up pace and making Hoseok thrash against the cold table. Jimin pays no mind to his broken sobs, choosing to continue fucking him at the same tortuous pace for what feels like forever. Hoseok exhales audibly when he finally feels Jiimin’s knot swell. It stretches him until it feels like he’s going to rip, just before it locks in place and starts shooting into his ass and plugging him full.
“Gonna knock you up in front of everyone, Hobari,” Jimin grunts out, hissing as his balls empty out. He grabs Hoseok’s face and forces him to look at the others. “Everybody’s gonna watch you get all plump with my come.”
Hoseok sighs, exhausted, bringing his hand down to rub his belly. It’s already bloated with come. But he knows it’s going to take while until Jimin’s done. He peers at the others, taking in their post orgasmic looks of bliss. From the corner of his eyes, he catches sight of the waiter. His cock is tented up, hand palming it pathetically as he looks straight at their table.
Hoseok sighs, pushing back to take more of Jimin’s cock. A fresh tingle runs under his skin, a sign of the second wave of his heat. He can only predict where the night is going to go from here.
But he can definitely tell that they’re never going to be let back into this restaurant ever again.
Fin
