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Namjoon smiled and hit save on his computer, clicked the button to convert his work into an email-friendly MP3, and looked down to check his watch.

Damn. It was a little past midnight. His stomach ached a bit with hunger, and his bladder was sore from ignoring the urge to pee. But, more importantly, he’d finished production on one of the b-sides for their new album. He needed to forward it to the other producers in the company to see what they thought of it, and if it needed to be added to. But he was pretty confident in it, and in his opinion it was catchy and cleaner than anything he’d done last era. He liked to see his work improve over the years, even if his time management skills hadn’t.

Namjoon groaned, stretched out his arms over his head, and stood to go to the door. He needed to pee, eat, and then get a taxi or use a company car to get back to his apartment. Or, he could stay here in the dorms and crash. Namjoon fished his phone out of his baggy sweatpants, and stepped out into the hallway, making his way down the row of production studios to use the bathroom. Hybe was a bit of a maze, so he was grateful that the company had thought to build a bathroom on the same hallway as his studio.

He looked down at his phone, pressing down on the power button as he shuffled into the bathroom and then promptly froze in his tracks.

THIRTY missed calls. And rows and rows of texts started to load up one at a time in rapid- fire succession. Namjoon’s stomach knotted up with worry and he quickly started to unlock the phone.

The first text he saw was from Seokjin.

“Namjoon where r u?”

He swiped it quickly and read through the row of texts, all similar versions of the same message typed in an increasingly frantic tone.
Then he saw a message, different from the rest, that made his heart fly into his mouth. Automatically, his fingers quickly slid across the call button and he pressed the phone to his ear.

“We need you.”

The phone rang once and he heard Jin on the other end,
“Namjoon.”
“Jin! Hey I’m so sorry I lost track of time at the studio…”
“Namjoon. It’s fine. Well, it’s not fine, you need to get here.”
“Where is ‘here’?”
“Jimin’s apartment.”
He heard some rustling and clanging in the background and muffled voices.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well. You tell me Namjoon. What day is it today?”
Namjoon gulped and started to backtrack in his head. It wasn’t anyone’s birthday that he knew, and he’d completed all his assigned schedules for today. They’d done a few pre-recorded interviews early this morning before breaking to individually work on production and songwriting. The questions had been predictable, Namjoon doing the bulk of the work for the English interviews, but with a surprising amount of help from Jungkook and Hoseok, whose English lessons were seriously paying off. He was proud of them. He remembered Jimin put his little hand around his wrist at some point, looking for help when he couldn’t think of the English equivalent of a turn-of-phrase he’d needed to use. Namjoon had helped him, and he’d been rewarded with a little squeeze from his soft hand. His palm had been warm… hot even…

“Oh my god.”
“Yes Namjoon. Jimin’s HEAT started today.”
“Oh my god oh my god. Jin I am so sorry…”
Jin sighed on the other end. He heard pots and pans clatter and more noise in the background.
“Is he okay?”
“Namjoon we haven’t been able to get ahold of you for hours. How do you think he’s doing?”
“I’m coming ok? I’m coming. Thank you so much for taking care of him.”
“Them.”
Namjoon felt his mouth drop open.
“Oh.”
“Yes Namjoon. Jimin called Tae for help when he couldn’t get ahold of you. When no one could get ahold of you. And now I’ve got two omegas in heat sobbing in the other room.”
“I’m coming right now.”
“How long will it take you?”
Namjoon was already out of the bathroom, running down the hallway. He’d come back for his wallet and bag later.
“Ten minutes. I just need to get a car.”
“Okay. I’ll keep them calm until then.”
Namjoon clutched his phone closer as used the face-scanner to call the elevator to his floor.
“Thank you so much Jin.”
“You owe me.”
“I so owe you.”
“Good. Think of how you’ll make it up to me while I soothe your omegas, dumbass.”

Jin sat his phone down on the counter and went back to fishing the cookies out of the oven. He didn’t particularly like to bake, he preferred cooking actually, and he rarely baked at other people’s houses. But… this was an emergency.
He’d sat down to dinner at his own apartment when he’d gotten a breathless call from Taehyung.
“Hey, Taehyung how are…”
“Jin?”
Seokjin had pulled the phone closer to his ear.
“Are you okay, Taehyung? You sound like you’ve been running a marathon up a mountain.”
“Please… please help….”
Seokjin had stood up at that, “What’s wrong?”
“Heat.”
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
Seokjin was a beta, the only one in the group. If one of the omega’s was calling him in heat, it was usually because they couldn’t get ahold of their alpha.
“I’m coming Taehyung. Where are you?”
“Jimin’s.”
“Okay I’m coming baby ok? You stay calm.”
There’d only been the sound of hiccupping little sobs on the line, and Seokjin kept the phone pressed to his ear until he heard Taehyung say, in the tiniest voice imaginable, “Hurry. Please.”

Seokjin considered himself the most overworked member of BTS by far. Not because he was a masochist like Yoongi balancing several musical personas, or a perfectionist like Jungkook who would finish a project only to delete it and start over from scratch. Instead Seokjin had, since debut, been responsible for managing a group full of hormonal alphas and omegas tumbling all over each other, scenting and trying to make sense of their dynamics.

It hadn’t been too bad when it started. The alphas, Yoongi and Namjoon, had already come to a sort of understanding of each other before Seokjin had even arrived- they still scuffled occasionally, but none of their alpha posturing ever was out of true malice. Hoseok, an omega, had long since made it clear to the two alphas he would not be mating either of them, wanting to keep their dynamic platonic… for the time being. And Seokjin had come into their pack and figured out the relationships between the group quickly.

As a beta, it was his job to mediate. And he did it well. He kept the alphas from sinking their teeth and claws into each other out of rut frustration, he tracked Hoseok’s cycle (with his consent of course) so that he knew when he needed to bring him a warm meal and a nice hot cup of tea for managing the worst of his heat symptoms. He’d had it completely under control.

At first, when the younger members joined, the pack had remained unchanged. Of course, the younger members hadn’t presented yet. They were scentless and too young to throw the pack dynamics out of sync.
And then they’d started presenting.
And things had gone to actual shit.

Jimin had presented first. And in retrospect, Jin really should have seen it coming. What else was this boy going to be? Under all that posturing, and muscle-t’s, and cheeky winks that made their fans scream and swoon, there was a gentleness to Jimin. He was warm, soft, friendly, and outwardly affectionate. He was most likely to wrap himself up in another member’s arms, nose seeking for their scent gland. He loved openly, wholly, and fiercely.

The day Jimin had presented, Yoongi and Namjoon had just about ripped each other’s throats out. Jin still remembered driving Namjoon to the hospital, his arm wrapped in a towel, his head thrown back in pain as he elevated his hand and tried not to get blood on the seat.
“What were you thinking Namjoon?”
Namjoon had laughed, his voice crackling with pain.
“I was thinking he’s worth it.”

Namjoon hadn’t stopped courting Jimin after that, his big hands gently turning the omega to look at him. He’d had flowers in Jimin’s room when he woke up, then taken him out at night to eat fried rice, and pork belly, and lamb skewers. Jimin had seemed confused at first, but soon started to happily soak up the attention from their pack leader. Yoongi had backed off his pursuit of Jimin after that first fight, mostly because Hobi had started to throw himself into Yoongi’s arms when he laughed, distracting him from the fertile new omega in their pack.

Then Taehyung had presented, and Jimin had wailed and clutched his fellow omega close, whining that no one could touch his Taehyungie. Seokjin had had to pry him off Tae to coax the new omega into a bath so he could get the sweat off his skin and help cool his temperature down. Jimin had cried into his hands, his hormones thrown completely off by his best friend’s presentation. Jin had had quite a task calming them both down, getting Taehyung cool enough to be lucid, and ignoring the thumping and creaking outside the locked door that indicated the alphas were probably scuffling. He had to trust that Hobi could handle it.

About 48 hours later, Jin had managed to get the two omegas calm, fed and curled up in a safe little nest. Bonded omegas, curled up around each other, breathing softly and whining and twitching in their sleep.
It had been a genuinely shock to Seokjin when a few months later during one of their movie nights, Jimin first put Taehyung’s hand in Namjoon’s. Seokjin had felt his eyes bulge as he watched Namjoon curl his hand over Taehyung’s long fingers and bring the palm to his lips to press a gentle kiss.

He’d darted his eyes over to Yoongi, who was too busy scenting a giggling Hoseok to notice the exchange. It was fascinating, in a way. Being the only beta in a pack of alphas and omegas was kind of like an up-close viewing of the Discovery Channel. Seokjin was front and center for some of the weirdest courtship rituals and instinctual behavior he’d ever seen. He’d more than once called his mother, a beta, for advice, and she’d talked him through some of the things he should look for in alpha/omega bonding, what was normal and what was not, and whether he should interfere.

Jungkook had presented a few years later, and to Seokjin’s surprise he’d been an alpha. He’d somewhat been hoping for another Beta to commiserate with. But thankfully, unlike with Jimin and Tae, the group hadn’t been thrown into any sort of chaos by Jungkook’s first rut. Namjoon had walked over to a clammy, nauseous, newly-presented Jungkook, scented his neck, chuffed at him, and that was it. Yoongi had been equally uninterested in fighting the younger alpha, preferring to lick his neck where his scent gland was in a gesture of friendliness.

Seokjin had no clue why Jungkook’s presentation hadn’t been as big of a deal to the pack. Maybe it was because their lives were easier now, or at the very least they weren’t scrounging around for food and resources. Maybe it was because they’d been together much longer, and the threat of potential disbandment and debt was no longer hanging over them. Maybe it was because Namjoon had two omegas, and Yoongi had his own omega, and no one was worried Jungkook was going to challenge those bonds. Seokjin had no idea, he’d only been grateful for the peace and quiet.

That sure hadn’t lasted long.

“Jin?”
He finished plating the cookies and turned to a fully naked Taehyung.
“AHHHHHH”
“Seokjin.”
“AHHH my eyes!”
Taehyung looked completely unamused but Seokjin couldn’t help himself.
“Oh god, what did I do that would make you do this to me?”
“Seokjin, the cookies?”
Seokjin held the plate out and Taehyung wobbled over to take them from him.

He’d been fully naked when Seokjin had arrived, and in bad shape. He’d forced some water down his throat and some pre-heat medication he’d had on hand. About 30 minutes ago Taehyung had finally started to come down off the crest of pre-heat he’d been riding and the first thing he’d asked was for cookies. The second had been for his alpha. Seokjin was working on procuring both for their youngest omega.

“Be careful they’re hot.”
“Thanks. Jimin needs the sugar.”
As if on cue, a high-pitched wail came echoing from the hallway Taehyung had just emerged from. Tae whipped his head around, curls bouncing around his face, and his nostrils flared.
“I’m going to take these to him.”
“Ok.”
“Do you know where Namjoon….?”
“He said ten minutes.”
Taehyung gave a curt nod and turned to pad back down the hallway and out of sight, carrying his cookies to their destination, a door opening and closing tight.
Poor Jimin.

Jimin did not take to his heats well. He never had.
Taehyung sometimes said he was born to be Jimin’s heat partner, and to some extent it was true. While Jimin and Namjoon were still courting, before they’d mated, Jimin had checked himself into a hospital several times to spend his heat under medical supervision. During heat he was inconsolable. The cramps must be unreal. He’d get sick, throw up, cry. He needed an alpha and he would scream until he got one. Feral was one way to describe it, pitiful was the word Seokjin would use. It had actually been one of the factors that had Namjoon mating Jimin so early, teeth deep in his throat and scarring him with his mating bond. Taehyung had been there every step of the way, fingers intertwined with his soulmate as he applied cool clothes to his forehead, licked at his scent gland, and cradled him when the cramps were at their worst. But that had been before, now Jimin had an alpha to call on to help him with heats and it didn’t get as bad as it once had.

Well, unless that alpha was dumb enough to turn off his phone, forget about Jimin’s heat, and work past midnight at the Hybe building.
Seokjin sighed and turned to start washing dishes. He knew he wasn’t being fair. Namjoon was under a lot of pressure, they all were with the new album, with choreography and solo projects. It was a lot. So mistakes happened.
But the problem was that when Namjoon didn’t pick up Jimin’s calls, Jimin called Taehyung. And now Taehyung was in pre-heat, his body already syncing his heat cycle to Jimin’s in a truly stupid instinct that left both omegas dizzy and sick with heat.

Seokjin was drying a bowl when he heard the ring at the front door. He put the bowl neatly on its drying rack and then walked over to the door, opening it to find a very sweaty Kim Namjoon.

“Hey Jin.”
Jin raised a well-manicured brow and hooked a thumb over his shoulder.
“They’re in the bedroom. Tae is feeding Jimin. They should be waiting for you.”
Namjoon nodded and went to walk past Jin, who grabbed his wrist quickly.
“Joon. You sure you can handle this?”
Namjoon stopped, stared at his hyung, and then broke into a super bright grin.
“Of course I can, Seokjin, I’m their alpha.”
Seokjin wanted to tell him that that was a stupid response, that many alphas couldn’t keep up with a single omega, and didn’t have a prayer of handling two. He wanted to say that there was no shame in needing a break or taking one of the omegas to the hospital for sedatives and to sleep off their heat.
But Namjoon just was so…. confident that he bit his tongue.
“Ok Namjoon. Good luck with them.”
“Thank you so much hyung.”
“Lock the door after me.”
Seokjin nodded his head, walking out the door and closing it behind him with a firm pull. Namjoon turned the lock and flipped the deadbolt. He took a deep breath, and turned to face his omegas who’s scent of fear, pain, pleasure was so thick it was practically a fog in the apartment.

If there was one thing Namjoon had learned about courting two omegas at once, it was that things, more often then not, would be chaotic and complicated. Namjoon remembered the first time he saw Jimin, a mess of hormones and need and lust and desire so deep it had scalded him from the inside out. Jimin was… perfect. He had all the love in the universe in his heart, he was talented and bright. He never took himself too seriously. He wasn’t a total pushover, and he stood his ground for what he believed in. But most of all, Jimin was able to sit with him, or ride bikes with him for hours and not a cross word would come from him. They could talk as deeply about the world as they wanted, or exchange poetry and musings on life and no one would demand for them to lighten the mood. Just them, in their little world of happiness and prettiness and peace.

And then, when Taehyung had presented, it had gotten more complicated… but also so much easier. Jimin loved Taehyung for so many reasons. Not only did they have the easy comradery of boyhood school friends, but there was such a deep respect and admiration for each other. Jimin found Taehyung to be a treasure, and Taehyung treated Jimin like a fragile butterfly in his hands. And when Taehyung had presented omega, it had been Jimin who had suggested Namjoon court both of them.

Namjoon had been terrified. Polyamory was not totally unheard of in alpha/omega relationships, but it wasn’t totally practical. Heats and ruts put serious strain on couples, and it was even worse when there were more people. For two omegas, so closely bonded like Taehyung and Jimin were, if one slipped into heat the other was almost guaranteed to follow if they didn’t separate themselves.

For some, the concept of having multiple omegas in heat was better off a fantasy. Much of omega porn attempted to portray omegas as soft and delicate and willing, but in truth heat-drunk omegas were frightening. They wailed and begged and clawed at their alphas. Omegas were riding a wave of pain and pleasure and need that drove them near insanity. Omega porn omitted the fact that omegas, if unable to get relief from their alphas, would often attack them, drawing blood and breaking bone. Alphas who couldn’t perform would often have to flee an omega in heat, whilst it screamed its anger and pain out to the world.
One omega was a threat, two was nearly a death-sentence.
Or it would be, for a lot of alphas.
But Namjoon… Namjoon was lucky. And Jimin put Taehyung’s hand in his trusting he could take care of them both. And he would, or at the very least he would do his best.

Namjoon gently knocked at the door of Jimin’s bedroom, a light rap of knuckles on the wood.
He heard shuffling sheets and the sound of a sigh followed by a whine.
“Omegas?”
The shuffling stopped. Silence, and then a wail.
“Allphhhaaaaa….”
Namjoon put his hand on the doorknob, but did not turn it yet. He wasn’t stupid, and the hormones pumping from the other side of this door were potent, sour with pain and need. He liked all his limbs attached and he needed to wait for permission to enter an omegas den in order to ensure he would keep them all.
“Omegas. May I enter?”
There was more noise then, whimpering and then a low growl.
“Alpha. Yes. Enter.”

It took just a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom of the room, but when they did he saw Jimin first. He was hard to miss, his lip curled, teeth barred, gorgeous eyes heavy lidded. Taehyung was on top of him, draped around his body, toned arm locked around Jimin’s neck in a headlock.

Taehyung looked up, panting.
“Hi Alpha.”
“Hello Taehyung.”
“You’re late.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jimin growled and scrabbled his fingers in the silk sheets under his hands, eyes never leaving Namjoon once.
“How long….?”
“He’s been like this for two hours at least.”

Jimin was feral, his heat making him desperate to escape the cramping ache in his stomach. He was ready to attack Namjoon to make that happen.
Namjoon took his time, slowly edging around the room. Jimin snarled and tried to lunge, but Taehyung held firm, despite the scent of his own pre-heat scent swirling around them. Namjoon ignored Jimin’s fury, choosing instead to slowly remove his shirt, step out of his joggers, and kick off his slides.

Jimin snarled as each garment hit the floor and more and more alpha scent filled the room. Namjoon had a very overwhelming alpha scent, one he often concealed with scent blockers for the comfort of those around him. But hours in the studio meant his blockers had long since worn off, and his evergreen musk was pouring off of him. It screamed dominance, it screamed power and it was everywhere. Not even Jimin’s feral sour heat smell could overwhelm it.

“Jimin.”
Jimin snarled at the use of his name, head low with rage.
“Jimin. I’m very disappointed in you, baby.”
He tilted his head, as if waiting for a response, and when Jimin couldn’t unscrew his face from its snarl, he shook his head in feigned disappointment.
“Feral after a few hours. We’ve talked about this baby you need to control yourself.”
There was a tearing noise as Jimin’s nails raked the bed beneath him, but Namjoon paid it no mind.
“My pretty boy is so angry and for what? Because he doesn’t have an alpha cock in his guts? You’ll have one soon enough baby.”

He heard Jimin whimper and he smiled when Jimin’s forehead fell to the bed in front of him, burying his face into the sheets in frustration. From the sounds Namjoon heard, it seemed like Jimin was tearing at the sheets with his teeth.
Taehyung raised a brow at his alpha, and then buried his head into Jimin’s neck to scent him, pressing kisses at the swollen scent gland there.

“Mmm… it’s okay. Jiminie it’s okay.”
He murmured to Jimin as Namjoon finished removing his watch and put it down in the armchair in the corner of the room.
“Can he behave, Taehyung?”
Taehyung kissed his way up to Jimin’s ear, then buried his face into the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of his hair and then licking until Jimin seemed to go limp, the tension draining out of him. His face still buried in the cloud of silk sheets around him.
Taehyung nuzzled his lover’s skin, then looked up at his alpha.
“He’ll be okay alpha. Promise.”

Jimin shivered. Namjoon hid his smirk. He knew Jimin, knew his body so well and his quirks and his kinks. And he knew he liked being talked about like he wasn’t able to speak for himself. He found it deeply demeaning, and equally hot.
“Does he promise?”
A pause, no response. He wasn’t sure Jimin had realized he was now addressing him.
“Jimin?”
Jimin, voice muffled by the bed, whimpered out, “…p…promise.”

Namjoon nodded and made his slow approach to the bed. He moved with caution, eyes glued not just to Jimin’s prone form but also to Taehyung. The younger omega was holding up beautifully, but that didn’t mean it would last. A sudden overwhelming experience, like an alpha suddenly touching him or scenting him, could make Taehyung go into full heat, and then he would be as feral as Jimin.
Namjoon held his hands out in front of him, and he watched Taehyung’s sharp eyes track the movement until he was right next to the bed.

“May I?”
Even though he spent every night curled up with at least one of his omegas, entering a nest without permission could easily be a death sentence. Pillows, clothing and blankets were in disarray around them. It was barely a nest, no doubt Jimin was struck with his heat too fast to build it properly. The unfinished nest was probably contributing to his irritability and anger. He felt unsafe. It was alpha’s fault. But even in its sorry state, it was still a nest that had to be treated with respect and Namjoon, the alpha, had to ask to be invited in.
Taehyung regarded him for a moment, and then nodded.

Namjoon let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and climbed up into the bed to join them.
A low warning growl started up, coming from Jimin, who hadn’t looked up from where he stayed face-planted into the bed, but his strong shoulders were tense again.
Namjoon eyed him, then Taehyung.
This was going to hurt.
“Tae. Let him go.”
The omega’s eyes went wide, and he looked down at Jimin.
“Are you sure?”
Namjoon thought about it, rubbing his neck.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
Taehyung put a foot up, and Jimin’s growling got louder until…. Taehyung released the headlock and flung himself off Jimin’s back.

The impact took Namjoon’s breath away. Jimin’s white teeth flashed in his face and he felt nails scraping up his stomach.
And then he had his own hands wrapped around Jimin’s slender neck.
He came down hard, Jimin atop him, and his nails scrabbling along Namjoon’s forearms, trying to get free.

“Oh no you don’t, baby.”
Namjoon was wheezing from the impact, but he was much stronger than Jimin. Try as he might, Jimin could not get his snapping teeth closer to Namjoon’s neck. And so Namjoon, using as much strength as he could, braced his legs and flipped them over.
Jimin screamed and kicked at Namjoon’s stomach, which hurt. A lot. Jimin had some strong ass legs and Namjoon was only mortal.

“Fuck, baby, stop it.”
“NO!”
Jimin was screaming and flailing but Namjoon kept his hands on his neck, firmly squeezing.
“Stay still!”
“NOO!”
Namjoon’s answering growl was so loud it shook the bed frame.
Jimin’s flailing stopped, and Taehyung fell flat on the bed on his stomach, eyes wide.
Namjoon looked at the melted puddle of omega in his arms, Jimin’s breathing was heavy and his big puppy eyes were looking at him in shock. His pretty fingers dropped from digging furrows into Namjoon’s massive forearms, and his pulse was so rapid that Namjoon could feel it pulsing in his neck.
“Baby.”

Jimin was dazed, and Namjoon wasn’t surprised at all. He was a big alpha, with a roar that matched. He had an entire pack, including alphas, he took care of as pack leader. That took a lot of testosterone, and some seriously overwhelming alpha hormones. Namjoon hadn’t needed to so much as snarl at his pack in a very long time, years even, so for him to growl at his omega was… a lot for the poor omega to take.
Jimin was frozen, survival instincts triggering him to stay very very still.
Namjoon chuffed at him, slowly bringing Jimin’s soft little face closer to his mouth. Jimin wasn’t blinking, big eyes staring at him with fear.

Namjoon couldn’t help but coo at his scared little face, finally turning Jimin so his neck was bared to Namjoon’s mouth.
Jimin wasn’t breathing, and Namjoon smiled a little as he pressed his lips to the taunt neck in his hands. Pretty skin, all tan and supple and tasting of sweat and salt. Jimin’s scent was still sour with fear and pain, but under it he could detect just a bit of that wonderful nectarine sweetness.
He found the swollen gland in his neck easily, licking over it.
Jimin whimpered and squirmed above him, finally unfreezing.

“Such a good boy. So good for me.”
Jimin shivered and Namjoon licked the ridged scar on his neck. He’d put it there nearly five years ago, when they’d both been too young to really appreciate concepts like ‘mates’ and ‘forever’. Before they’d realized how hard the commitment would be, with fights at 3 am in foreign countries and silent treatment that stretched for days or another whole, beautiful person joining them in forever.
“Baby.”

He sunk his teeth deep and Jimin wailed. He smiled against Jimin’s throat, moments before the sweet taste of Jimin’s blood burst into his mouth. Only a little, Namjoon’s teeth were sharp but he wasn’t trying to reopen the wound too much. Just a little, just enough to stake his ownership over his omega.
Namjoon started to lap at Jimin’s neck, the wound already starting to close. Jimin was made for this after all, his body adapted to survive an alpha mate’s sharp teeth in his skin.
Namjoon brought his lips to Jimin’s ear and started to whisper to him.
“Baby. You’ll be good for alpha now, yes?”
Jimin shivered and gave a small jerk of his head in agreement. Namjoon smiled and kissed his cheek.
“So good for me.”

He glanced up to see Taehyung starting at them, eyes bright with lust.
He couldn’t help kissing Jimin again, this time on his plush lips, taking the lower one between his teeth and tugging just a bit.
When he glanced back up he saw Taehyung’s eyes had darkened and his hand had darted to tug on his slowly growing erection.
Jimin mewled when Namjoon turned away, and followed his gaze to also look at Taehyung.
“Taehyungie…”
“Fuck. You’re both really hot together.”
Jimin giggled, though it sounded tired already, crashing a bit from his hormones.
That wouldn’t do at all.

Namjoon sat up and Jimin made an undignified squeak he quickly tried to disguise with a cough. Namjoon heard it though and he chuckled.
“Cute.”
This changed position put Jimin in his lap, facing him.
Namjoon unwrapped his hands from Jimin’s throat, and Jimin gulped at the release of pressure, using one hand to rub at the red marks there, before gingerly touching his re-opened mating bitemark.
“Ow.”
“Sorry baby.”
Jimin nodded and leaned back on his heels so Namjoon’s hard cock could rest against his own. Namjoon hissed and grasped at the omega’s hips, stilling him.
Jimin pouted and squirmed.
“You can’t seriously be about to make me wait.”
Namjoon laughed at that and grabbed for the back of Jimin’s head to crush their mouths together. Jimin nipped his upper lip and Namjoon laughed again and pulled away.
“Cute.”
“I swear to god Namjoon…”
“Okay okay.”

He grabbed his own cock in one hand and Jimin shuffled forward.
Even in the dim light of the bedroom, Namjoon could see how wet Jimin was and it made his cock throb in anticipation. It was all over him. His tummy, his hips, his upper thighs. Hours of heat had spread it around, slicked him up thoroughly.
Fucking sexy.
“Alpha….”
Namjoon held Jimin’s hip more firmly to prevent him from shoving himself onto his cock, which he would most definitely do in a fit of impatience. It had happened before. Namjoon reached his other hand down to check how ready his omega was for him.
His fingers sank into Jimin’s hole, no resistance at all. Completely and totally open and eager for him.
He groaned, it was unreal how hot he was.
“Fuck, Jimin…”
“Please?”
He snorted.
“Not funny.”
“Kinda funny.”

Jimin gave him his signature ‘I start problems on purpose’ grin and Namjoon sighed before crooking his fingers. Jimin gasped and bent forward as Namjoon found his prostate with a practiced hand and started to massage it aggressively.
Gasps turned to keening turned to whining in miserable mix of pleasure and pain, and Jimin sought comfort, reaching his hand out for Taehyung. Poor baby was still a bit sore from his cramps.
“Tae tae….”
It took Namjoon a moment to realize Taehyung hadn’t taken Jimin’s hand. And Jimin started to whimper and reach out his hand frantically.
“Taehyung? Taehyung? Taehyungie taehyungie please please please….”
Namjoon jerked his head to Taehyung and saw that his head was down, his hand rapidly pulling on his cock, pretty narrow chest rising and falling rapidly.
Namjoon swore aloud and moved Jimin off his lap.
Jimin shrieked and started to claw his way to Taehyung, but Namjoon turned and snarled to hold him in place.
“Stay.”

Alpha voice. Jimin was powerless to it and he clawed at his head, shaking it as if to rid himself of the sound. Namjoon felt guilty. He didn’t use his ability to command the omegas except in absolute emergencies. But this… this may qualify.
“Taehyung baby stay with me. Are you in heat?”
Taehyung wasn’t looking up, just kept pulling on his cock which was so hard it looked painful, weeping at the tip and drooling against his stomach.
“Baby. Baby boy look at me. Look at alpha.”
Poor Jimin behind him was sobbing, but Namjoon would deal with that in a moment. For now he had to know if Taehyung had tripped into heat and was in the midst of spiraling into pain.

“Omega.”
Taehyung’s breathing stopped and he looked up at last, and Namjoon saw his eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t even there.
“Hey. Baby. Did your heat come?”
He couldn’t tell just by scent alone, so thick was the room with the smell of Jimin’s heat and Taehyung’s pre-heat and his own pheromones.
“Taehyung.”
Taehyung tensed, his hand still rapidly rubbing at his cock. Then he wailed and thrashed his head back and forth.
“Can’t… I can’t… I can’t come. I can’t… I… ahh.. hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts….”
Namjoon grabbed him around the arms and dragged him against his chest.
Taehyung was so different against him, bigger than Jimin but just as slight. He fit right against Namjoon, curled around him like a koala.
“Alpha… help me. Hurts.”
“I know baby. I know.” He crooned low at Taehyung, and gently reached down to pry his hand off his swollen cock.
He reached down to prod a finger at Taehyung’s hole, and a rush of slick greeted him, dribbling down his hand. Cute.
“Okay baby. Let’s be good for Alpha, alright?”
“ALPHA!”

Namjoon turned to see Jimin was really escalating, wailing in place, unable to move from his spot, head down and tears dripping into the sheets. Namjoon would say he was being a brat, if he didn’t know that Jimin was just looking for the relief he’d been so close to achieving before it had been taken abruptly away.
“I’m so sorry beautiful, I’m coming.”
He grabbed Taehyung around his tiny waist, pulling him against him and seeking out his bite mark. He licked at it and Taehyung sighed, tilting his head back for better access. Namjoon couldn’t help but take a brief pause to admire Taehyung like this, head thrown back, eyes closed, beautiful lips parted and his brow furrowed with pleasure.
He licked at the mark again, Taehyung’s butterscotch flavor melting against his tastebuds.

Taehyung’s mark was something he was very proud of. Jimin’s had been deep, messy. It was uneven and dragged low towards his collarbone. Jimin wore it with pride, accented it with off the shoulder sweaters and low V-neck shirts, but Namjoon always felt a pang of regret that he hadn’t done a cleaner, crisper cut. Experience had made his bite with Taehyung much neater, not so deep or aggressive. He’d bit with near-surgical precision and produced a small enough mark that Taehyung could easily hide it with the strap of one of his fancy cameras, or a well-placed scarf.

He bit down atop that mark now, and Taehyung keened, his hands coming up to tangle in Namjoon’s short hair. His long fingers felt so good against Namjoon’s scalp and spurred Namjoon to take a greedy gulp of Taehyung’s blood, before licking the wound closed and pulling away.
Taehyung seemed dazed, and Namjoon seized the opportunity to drag him over to the center of the nest. Then, he grabbed Jimin by his upper arm and pulled him until he was next to Tae.
Then he sat back on his heels to admire them both.
Jimin was wiping his eyes, but already Taehyung was reaching over to help him, kissing away the tears that escaped Jimin’s chubby fingers, his long lashes brushing Jimin’s skin as he worked to calm him down. Jimin searched with his hands until he found Taehyung’s, intertwining their fingers together.
They rolled onto their sides, legs entangling, bringing themselves as close together as possible, until their faces were centimeters apart, eyes open to look at each other.
God.
They were beautiful.

“Taehyung?”
“Yeah Jimin?”
“Hurt.”
“I know. Hurts for me too.”
They shifted even closer together, arms cradling each other close.
“Alpha’s here now, though. That’s good.”
Jimin nodded in agreement, but didn’t turn to look at Namjoon, not quite yet.
“Heat sucks.”
Jimin giggled and squeezed Tae’s hands.
“Yeah.”
“When this is over let’s get on suppressants.”
“Yes. Let’s.”
Namjoon wasn’t surprised at their words. They tended to make that promise every single time one of them was in heat. And then the next one rolled around. And again the cycle repeated. However, the pleasure of heat-sex seemed to keep them from committing.
“You’re really handsome, Taehyung.”
Taehyung grinned at that and nodded.
“Thank you.”
Jimin giggled and his toe’s flexed as he kicked his legs around. Heat must be hitting him again, he was getting antsy.
“I need alpha.”
“Mmhmm. Me too.”
They turned to look at Namjoon then and Namjoon felt his soul leave his chest. A weaker alpha would have come on the spot. Two pretty omegas slowly rising up, entangled together, flushed from their heat, his mark on both their necks. Yeah… yeah that was nice.
Taehyung was the one to reach for him, and Namjoon had to kick himself free of the sheets that had somehow wrapped around his ankle, and he all but flung himself atop them.
Jimin and Taehyung were both shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god Namjoon that was so not sexy.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and kissed Tae’s pretty mouth until his laughs stopped, and then he turned to do the same to Jimin.
“Yeah well I’m trying okay.”
“Don’t get upset.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes in response and kissed the tip of Jimin’s little button nose.
“You’ll regret laughing at me.”
Jimin’s heavy lidded eyes turned sultry and dangerous in that way he had, and he licked his lips.
“Good.”

Namjoon had a brief moment of hesitation, where he just took in the amount of skin in front of him. He was privileged to gaze upon two warm, slender omegas with rapidly rising chests and sparkly eyes in the dim light and both were looking at him like they wanted to eat him.
But for all that he liked to think of himself as a man of contemplation, that didn’t mean he was made of stone.
He grabbed Taehyung’s slender ankle and flipped him until he was atop Jimin.
Jimin squealed and arched his head up immediately to lick up Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung giggled and lowered his head until their lips met. In response, Jimin curled his hands into Taehyung’s hair and took big handfuls of Taehyung’s dark curls before wrapped his legs around his waist, humping lightly.
Namjoon settled back on his heels and pumped his cock as he watched, greedily.
Taehyung mewled and made answering small humps against Jimin, their bodies grinding against one another.
Namjoon crawled forwards and gently ran his hands up Taehyung’s back, watching his honey skin move and his slender muscles tensing under his fingers. Namjoon couldn’t help but dig his nails in at the small of his neck, and Taehyung shivered as he and Jimin continued their messy humping and making-out.
Taehyung was cradling Jimin’s pretty face, clutching at his chin to bring him closer. Jimin was mewling in response.
Namjoon grabbed at Taehyungs hips and pulled him until he was dislodged from Jimin’s lips.
Jimin gasped for air and lay back on the pillows, eyes almost crossed from pleasure.
Namjoon chuckled, grabbing Taehyung’s hair by his nape and yanking him back.
Taehyung went easily, scrabbling against the hold in his hair as Namjoon dragged him until his lips were hovering above Jimin’s cock.

Taehyung settled happily into his new role, and Namjoon let him go as he bent down to mouth at Jimin’s hard little cocklet.
Jimin squealed and jerked away with a whine, “Sensitive…”
He then reached down to lift his legs, and Taehyung adjusted until he was lapping at his hole, with Jimin settling back against the pillows happily.
“Pillow Princess…”
Namjoon muttered it under his breath but the lazy look Jimin shot up at him said he’d heard, and he embraced it.
He clutched at the sheets by his head and arched as Taehyung gave a particularly greedy suck of Jimin’s tight little hole.
Namjoon smiled and reached down to prod at Taehyung’s own wet opening. So wet, the back of his legs were soaked with sweet smelling slick. Namjoon gathered some from the source, rubbing his thumb in a circle against Taehyung’s tight furl, being greeted by a gush of warm sticky wetness that he sucked into his mouth.
Warm and wet and tasting just slightly of butterscotch.

Taehyung arched back and Namjoon let him get comfortable, his plump little ass squishy against Namjoon’s palm. He took a big handful of the flesh, holding it apart so he could easily access his rosy hole.
Jimin squealed aloud and arched up at something Taehyung did, and Namjoon sunk a finger deep into Taehyung. He was scorching hot inside, slippery.
Taehyung’s hips bucked, but Namjoon held him firm and stretched deep inside, looking for his…
“Ahhh…”
Found it.

Taehyung stopped rimming Jimin and his head fell to the side, breathing hard as Namjoon massaged deep, pulling out only to plunge back in with two fingers and aggressively target his prostate.
Taehyung started panting, on his hands and knees, pushing back towards Namjoon.
Jimin sat up to cradle Taehyung’s head, kissing his cheek.
“Taehyungie….”
Taehyung shook his head and whined loudly.
Namjoon didn’t think before winding his hand back and slapping the fat ass in front of him.
Taehyung grunted and Namjoon took that as permission to slap his ass a few more times, until his palm stung and Taehyung’s ass was pink and sore.
Taehyung turned back and grabbed his own ass to hold it open, tilting his hips up and grabbing for Namjoon’s cock.
Namjoon jerked back, leaning over him and putting one hand firmly on the back of his neck.
“Don’t be a brat.”
And then he sunk himself deep into Taehyung’s warm, grasping hole.

He heard Taehyung shriek and tilt his hips up, trying to pull him deeper, Namjoon’s eyes were screwed shut trying not to come immediately at the grasping warmth that welcomed him.
Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s curls and started to pull him back to his hole, and Taehyung bent down to resume licking it as if grateful for the distraction.
Namjoon breathed heavily, and felt the need to come ease off. Now he was ready.
He grabbed Taehyung’s cute curvy hips and started to thrust.
He knew Taehyung, and he knew better than to tease him any further. He wanted deep, powerful thrusts. And he would give him that.
He slammed deep and the wet squelch of Taehyung’s sopping hole was so hot and loud, accompanied by the heavy breathing of all parties and the slick sounds of Taehyung eating out Jimin.
“Fuck, Tae. So good.”

Taehyung’s body was almost painfully tight and warm.
Jimin appeared to buck and Namjoon watched him put one slender leg in the air and wrap it around the back of Taehyung’s neck, holding him tight against his hole.
Namjoon groaned and Jimin looked up at him.
“Fuck him good alpha.”
Like he’d been prodded, Namjoon adjusted his grip, bent down, and started to fuck as hard as he could. Deep, painful slams of his hips against Taehyung’s small ass. Loud slaps. It felt like a slip ‘n slide as Taehyung moaned against Jimin’s hole and squirted more slick back onto Namjoon’s pelvis. Taehyung’s rosy ass cheeks with Namjoon’s handprint laminated on the flesh were jiggling and jumping with each bone-jarring thrust.
“Ahh. Ahhh ahhh…”
Taehyung was getting loud and Jimin was squealing.
“So good. So so good.”
The cocktail of pleased omega hormones was making Namjoon’s head spin and he was doing his best to hold onto what little bit of sanity he had left.
“Alpha…”
Namjoon paused in his fucking just long enough to drag Taehyung back to kneeling and then resumed his brutal pace.
Taehyung stopped eating Jimin out to turn his head to the side and scream into the mattress. Taehyung was wailing and then he turned around. Namjoon saw the glint in his eyes and snarled in warning, too late, as Taehyung’s curled fingers whipped out to claw into Namjoon’s arm.

“FUCK.”
He slammed deep and deep as blood trickled down his arm and he fucked deep.
“BRAT!”
He grabbed Taehyung’s hips and held him up off the bed, spanking down on his ass. Punishing him.
Namjoon was focused. Chasing the high of doing the thing he was made to do- breed a soft warm omega beneath him, punish the omega, establish pack hierarchy.
He was getting closer, he knew he was. But he couldn’t come. Not yet. Not with Jimin eyeing him with vicious intent from where he was petting down Taehyung’s hair and shoulders.
“Come on Taehyungie, baby come for me.”
Taehyung whined and shook his head against the mattress, pretty curls matted to his face with sweat.
Namjoon pushed the hair off his face and licked at his mouth. Taehyung chased his lips and he could taste the sweet strawberry taste of Jimin’s slick lingering on his tongue.
“Ok baby, I know what you need.”
He wrapped his hands around Taehyung’s neck, pulled him backwards.
Taehyung whined as he was pulled back to sit on Namjoon’s cock, long legs scrabbling for purchase against the sheets.
Namjoon gave him only a moment to sit back on his cock before he fisted his curls and jerked his head to the side to meet his eyes. Taehyung’s pupils were blown out with pleasure, his skin flushed and red.
Namjoon jerked his head until their lips were just touching, Taehyung gasping against his mouth. He thrust up, snapping his hips up so he could get deeper into his pretty omega,
The new angle had gravity working to pull Taehyung down on his cock.
Taehyung moaned and Namjoon took the opportunity to spit directly in his mouth.
He was rewarded with Taehyung’s body going rigid, his head bowing back and his cock erupting with thin, sticky slick. Coming at last.
“That’s right. That’s right baby.”
He whined low and long, his back tightening and his brow furrowing, before going soft and his eyes fluttering open. His chest was still heaving for air.

“Jiminie…”
His voice was hoarse, and he laughed and tilted his head back to find Jimin’s eyes.
Namjoon was taking deep, heaving breaths and he thrusted lightly a few more times before grabbing his cock at the base, squeezing his swollen knot, and dragging himself free of Taehyung.
Jimin crawled down to Tae and was licking at his lips, pressing light kisses to his forehead and cheeks.
Taehyung cooed and said, “Sleepy.”
Jimin nodded and Taehyung smiled, “Have fun Jiminie.” Then, Taehyung crawled on his hands and knees to the far side of the bed and collapsed, not even bothering to get under the covers.
The boy was snoring in an instant.

Jimin laughed and turned his pretty gaze on Namjoon.
“Want to breed me alpha?”
Namjoon had to think about non-sexy things for a moment. Volcanos. Floods. Taxes. Jetlag.
When he was certain he wasn’t going to come on the spot, he nodded.
Jimin smiled and lay back on the pillows.
“Well alright then.”
Namjoon looked at Jimin like he was a deity he was born to worship. His dark hair was stark against the white pillows, pretty puffy face all pink and sticky from tears and spit.
“You nearly killed me earlier.”
“And Tae clawed your arm up. You’ll get over it.”
“You seem better.”
Jimin shrugged.
“Taehyung made me come something like two or three times. Helped take the edge off. Do you think you can beat that?”
Namjoon laughed and moved until he was hovering over Jimin, his big arms bracketing in the much smaller omega below him.
“I promise you baby, I can.”
Jimin tutted like he didn’t believe him and Namjoon growled in a low rumble.

Then he grabbed one of Jimin’s thick, rock-hard thighs in each hand and hiked them up to wrap around his hips.
He lowered his head to Jimin’s dark nipples and started to lick at one of the tiny buds. Jimin whined and Namjoon bit harshly down, until the boy shrieked.
Then he turned to bite down on the other nipple.
“Namjoon! Gentle!”
“You don’t want that, Jimin. How long have we been together?”
Jimin huffed in annoyance and humped up against him.
“Too long. Your cock isn’t that good, alpha.”
“Yes it is baby.”
Jimin scoffed but didn’t protest further and that was quite the ego-boost for Namjoon, who reached down to Jimin’s tiny pink cock to pinch at the head. Jimin jerked again but still didn’t pull away.
“Hurts…”
“Taehyung opened my arm up, you don’t see me whining about it.”
Jimin’s face got suddenly still, the teasing light fading a bit.
“Well… omegas are dangerous. You knew that when you chose to be with both of us.”
Sensing Jimin’s change in mood, he dipped down to plant a long, deep kiss against Jimin’s plush lips.
“You are both the most perfect things in my life. I would never change that.”
Jimin cooed in response and stretched his long arms above his head before tangling them in Namjoon’s short hair.
Namjoon’s words made him smile, the light coming back in his eyes as quickly as it had left.
“Then fuck me, alpha.”

Namjoon reached further down to Jimin’s hole, and he sunk a finger deep in the sopping wet depths. He was very ready for him.
Determining he’d kept poor Jimin waiting long enough, he took his other hand and grabbed Jimin’s leg behind the knee.
Jimin whispered, “What are you…”
And then he pushed on that leg, up and up and up and… Jimin’s insane flexibility let him rest the knee totally against the bed beside his head. Bent almost entirely in two. Jimin’s other leg remained wrapped around his waist, basically doing the splits.
Namjoon thought again of fire and floods and taxes and long periods of jetlag and anything other than how hot Jimin was.
He couldn’t take it a second longer.
He reached down, fumbling for his cock in his haste and Jimin started to squirm a bit in his hold.
Namjoon growled and jerked the leg in his grasp to still Jimin’s squirming, and then finally his cock was sinking deep inside him.

Jimin moaned and flung his head back against the pillow, neck a long sexy arch.
“God damn baby.”
Jimin was wet. Slick had started to soak the sheets under them and he was sopping with it still. He was so warm. So perfect.
“So good.”
“Fuck me Namjoon. Fuck me.”
He pulled out and thrust back in. And it was so good. It was so hot…
Namjoon saw red and he pulled back and thrust and Jimin whimpered as the thrust jarred his entire body. Deep. Hard. Each thrust was punctuated by the smack of their bodies together. Jimin grit his teeth as his alpha slammed so deeply into him that he knew his ass would bruise.
“Alpha.. alpha…”
“Jimin. God dammit. Jimin I can’t…”
Jimin wrapped his extended leg around the back of his neck and pulled him in and Namjoon went faster. Harder. He grabbed at Jimin’s chest and squeezed the fat there.
“Fuck baby. Fuck…”
He was getting close. He could tell Jimin was as well, from the way his eyes were glazed over and his chest was flushed pink.
He kissed Jimin and panted against his mouth.
“Are you going to come?”
Jimin whined and he seemed lost for a second, before he reached a hand down to feel at his stomach.
“Big.”
“Jimin. Are you going to come?”
“So big alpha. So big in me. I…”
And then Namjoon felt Jimin’s slick insides tighten against his cock like a vice grip and the omega squealed before his cock squirted out slick between them.
Namjoon tried to hold off, he did, but the warmth and heat and the way Jimin’s eyes rolled back into his head proved to be too much.
He managed a few more powerful thrusts, grabbing handfuls of Jimin’s ass and he came.
His vision all but whiting out and ringing in his ears as he filled his omega.

When he could think again, he saw Jimin was below him, gently licking at his scent gland.
“Jimin?”
“Hi alpha. Lost you for a second there.”
“Did I…”
“Mmhmm..”
Jimin grabbed Namjoon’s hand and pressed it against his belly, and Namjoon could feel a bulge there that hadn’t been there earlier.
“You knotted me.”
“Dammit.”
Jimin laughed and kissed his cheek.
“That’s alright. It happens.”
“I was supposed to make you come more than Taehyung.”
“Alpha, I love you more than anything, but we both know no one makes me come more than Taehyung.”
Namjoon chuckled and then turned his head to look over at Taehyung, who was still blissfully snoring.
“How does he sleep through that?”
“He’s multitalented.”
Namjoon nodded in agreement.
“True. I love him.”
“Me too.”
Namjoon groaned and rolled over on his side so they were facing each other.
“How long do you think we will stay tied?”
“Who knows. Not like any of us are going anywhere for a few days anyways, what with the heat.”
“Right. I’ll have to call someone to cancel our schedules.”
“Seokjin already did that.”
Namjoon sighed.
“Of course he did. I owe him one for today.”
“We’ll send him flowers when this is all over.”

Namjoon laughed and then went quiet, reaching up to gently brush a hand down Jimin’s cheek.
“What’s so funny?”
A body wrapped around Namjoon’s back and Taehyung popped his head over his shoulder, chin nestled against him.
“We were saying we should get Seokjin flowers for dealing with us.”
“Good thought. Sorry for fucking so much flowers.”
Namjoon snorted at that and turned his head to kiss Taehyung, who accepted his lips gladly, before reaching over to kiss Jimin.
Namjoon felt his cock twitch and pulse inside Jimin as the two pressed their lips together right beside him.
“Getting excited again, alpha?” Taehyung asked, with a knowing, teasing smirk.
“Yeah. But I need a nap. Then I’ll wake up and I’ll take care of you both.”
Jimin kissed his cheek.
“You always do, alpha. Don’t worry about that.”
“Sleep well, alpha.”
Namjoon smiled at his two pretty mates and he felt his eyelids drift slowly closed. Content in the warm embrace of his two beautiful omegas, who snuggled against him and slowly fell asleep as well.

Seokjin heard a knock on his door, and went to open it to find a flower arrangement the size of the poor delivery girl buried behind it.
“Hello, I have a delivery.”
“Oh wow, yes bring it inside. You can put it on this table.”
Once the girl had left, Seokjin took a moment to marvel at the sheer size of the bouquet.
After a moment of searching through the purple and pink petals, he found a small card clipped into the bouquet, and he pulled it free.
He tore into the card, took a look, and recoiled in horror.
“Sorry for fucking so much. We love you very much Seokjin. -Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin.”
He was going to kill them.