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“Jungkook?”
“Hm?”
“Clean up here, huh...”
“Clean what, hyung?”
“The drool dripping”
Jungkook snorted as he rolled his eyes, saying through his bored frown “ oh, fuck you ”, but his red cheeks and the discreet movement of his fingers over his chin as if he were cleaning it — maybe he was drooling —, showed Jimin that the act made him embarrassed, even if it was the millionth and third time that the oldest caught his friend with that muggle face in just the last seven days.
“You don’t even hide it anymore, man,” Jimin said as he chewed the last bite of his tteokbokki, mentally calculating how much he would put on if he ate one more bite. “Everyone has already noticed.”
“As if that made any difference...” Jungkook muttered with his head down, but his doe-eyes were attentive to the other side of the extensive cafeteria, even if his myopia did not allow him to see much. Damn it, why did he forget his glasses just today?
“You're too negative.” Jimin rang out again, prompting his friend to stare at him with furrowed brows. “You should invest in him instead of getting that ass face every time you see him.”
“Do you want me to get you another portion of tteokbokki? Hunger must be affecting your neurons,” Jeon commented sarcastically and Park showed him the middle finger. “Did you forget whom we're talking about? He would never give a fuck about me, Jimin-ssi!”
“Then let go!”
“How am I going to let it go of the fucking Kim Namjoon?!”
Jungkook was right. It was impossible to let go of Kim Namjoon.
“I honestly don't know what you see in him...” Jimin commented uninterestedly and Jungkook looked at him as if he had committed a crime. “Seriously, you're a beta! Your organism is not even affected by him... If you were an alpha, I would even understand...”
“I don't like Namjoon because he's an omega, hyung,” Jeon muttered softly. “I like him because... oh fuck, because he's Kim Namjoon!”
And who is Kim Namjoon?
Defined in a few words? He is perfect .
The most beautiful omega at Seoul National University — perhaps, in all of Korea. Number one student in his major — Literature, because he's a cute book lover —, above average IQ, student government president for the third time in a row — no one is above him when it comes to leading —, fluent in four languages, tall, big, bronzed skin, full breasts, round ass, deep dimples and the smell of fresh cherries.
“That pink hair made him even more beautiful...” Jeon sighed completely in love and Jimin almost threw up his lunch. “He looks like a cherry tree...”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because if someone calls me a tree, I would be offended.”
“No one would call you that because you don't have any height.”
“Fuck you, you loser!”
Jungkook almost laughed when he saw his friend's frown, but a movement caught by his peripheral vision made him look away, seeing the exact moment when Namjoon's group started to leave the cafeteria like models leaving the last fashion show of the day. The omega lived surrounded by people, but his faithful companions were always Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi.
The curious eyes of Jimin and Jungkook caught the moment when Kim Taehyung, a rich alpha from law school, grabbed Hoseok and Yoongi's waists, taking the Park ranting about how promiscuous they were the most famous triad on campus, even though Jeon knew that his friend thought they were great for the courage to assume a threesome relationship publicly.
But what happened after that made Jungkook wish he was blind, deaf, and heartless. Blind to not see Kim Seokjin, one of the university's few lupus alphas, kissing Namjoon hungrily in front of everyone. Deaf not to hear the cracks of the wet kiss that echoed through the entire cafeteria. And heartless to not have to pick up the pieces for the thousandth time, because that's what happened whenever he saw his crush kissing others' mouths everywhere.
“Jungkook, for your own good... just forget him,” Jimin said cautiously, looking away from the unnecessary pornographic scene rolling a few meters away from him while they were still there. “After all, we know what kind of person he is.”
“Yes, I know...” Jeon murmured, seeing the moment when Kim and his date left the cafeteria alongside the othis friends and the followers , completely ignoring anything or anyone around.
“Now seriously... ‘I only want alphas’ ... Argh!” Jimin made a disgusted voice as he repeated Namjoon’s mantra, clearly mocking the omega. “That busty bastard... how did you fall in love with someone like that?”
“When my heart acquires the gift of speech, you ask him.” Jungkook sighed, mentally asking himself the same question while lamenting for the umpteenth time about his wolf condition. Or better, the lack of his wolf condition .
For Namjoon, if you weren't a big, strong alpha, with a huge dick and the smell of weeds or wood, you never would have any chance of attracting or satisfying the fiery, demanding little wolf that dwelt within him.
“Shall we change the subject?” Jungkook spoke again, losing his appetite as soon as he stared at his seaweed soup and saw through the reflection of the broth a hallucination starring Seokjin sticking his tongue in Namjoon's mouth. “Do you want my lunch?”
“No, I'm on a diet.” Jimin replied immediately.
“But you ate two portions of tteokbokki...”
“And I'll take the third and shove it down your throat!” Park replied sharply and Jungkook laughed softly. “Are you going home on Friday? A lot of people decided to go since they extended the holiday...”
“No, I'll stay here.” Jungkook replied, referring to the Hangul Day that would fall at the end of that week. It was still Monday, but the campus was already half empty. “My father even asked me to go, but I need to catch up on my studies. If I go, I can't do anything.”
“I know how it is...” Jimin replied uninterested and Jeon pretended not to see his chubby fingers sneakily dragging his tray. “I was going to stay too, but my mother complained a lot saying that I haven't seen her for years... which meant last month.”
Jungkook let out an amused chuckle, which turned into a laugh as his friend picked up the plastic spoon and started attacking his soup. But, the crisis of laughter soon died as he received a nice kick in the shin under the table: “Ouch, Jimin-ssi!!”
“I should have kicked your balls!” Jimin scolded with red cheeks.
“This diet is making you very stressed, you know?” Jeon grumbled, stroking his aching shin with a grimace.
“Shut up and go get me a bagel, come on...” Jeon looked at him with narrowed eyes, but when Jimin threatened to kick him again, he got up immediately, chuckling softly to himself as his friend enjoyed himself with the soup.
However, it was just getting close to the restaurants, and seeing a cherry cupcake stamping the window of one of the snack bars, Jungkook lost his smile immediately. He felt his brain play tricks when he felt the smell of a certain omega just by looking at the fruits decorating the cupcake. Although Namjoon's natural aroma did not affect him physiologically as it did with the bearers of the lupine gender, the beta was passionate enough to be sensitized just by the olfactory memory of that unmistakable perfume.
God, Jimin was right... he needed to move on.
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Jungkook was exhausted.
The poor beta crossed the campus to the dorm building like a zombie, thanking the gods for the long weekend that gave students four days off. The university was empty, as most of the students came from other cities, and they took the opportunity to visit their families. Jimin was one of them, who left right after their traditional lunch together.
When Jungkook reached the door of his room, he stopped looking for the key when he heard an angry voice coming from inside the dorm:
“Who are you?! I've been waiting for you since 4 pm! It's already 6 pm!” the silence after that line led Jungkook to deduce that his roommate was talking on the phone. “What?! What do you mean by change of plans?... You're telling me you're not coming anymore?! IS THIS WHAT I’M LISTENING?! AREN’T YOU COMING AGAIN?!”
Jeon swallowed hard, mentally thanking him for not being the target of his colleague's hatred.
“I CAN'T BELIEVE I CANCELED A TRIP WITH MY FAMILY JUST TO SPEND THE HOLIDAYS WITH YOU!” more silence, and Jungkook could feel the floor shaking from the heavy footsteps that came from the room. “THERE IS NO WAY I CAN GO ANYMORE, MY PARENTS HAVE ALREADY LEFT! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! LISTEN WELL TO WHAT I'M GOING TO TELL YOU: FORGET ABOUT ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, SEOKJIN! NEVER!”
And then, silence.
Jeon was standing in the doorway with his backpack in his hands, processing the fresh gossip while a small smile crept onto his goofy face. No, he wasn't laughing at the poor guy whose plans were ruined by a certain alpha lupus who had a bad reputation.
His smile was because Namjoon, the man he is madly in love with, it's his roommate. Whenever he thought about it, Jungkook felt like setting off fireworks, because out of all the muggles in that place, he was drawn to share a dorm with Kim.
That should be a blessing, right?
Wrong, because the omega spent so much time sleeping outside that Jungkook even forgot he had a partner. If it weren't for the beautiful photo that Namjoon keeps at the head of his bed, with him, Yoongi, and Hoseok smiling wide and wearing Powerpuff Girls costumes, Jeon would swear that the omega would never be his roommate and who he was hallucinating.
However, when he opened the bedroom door and the smell of fresh cherries hit him full-on, sweeter than ever, Jungkook realized that yes... Kim Namjoon, the omega that lived in his thoughts and heart for almost a year, is his roommate.
A handsome and well-pissed colleague.
“G-good night...” he greeted cautiously, trying not to cringe when the huge omega turned towards him, eyes completely blue thanks to the fury of his inner wolf. For a moment, Jungkook swore he would be ripped into a thousand pieces.
“Oh... hi Jungkook.” when analyzing his paralyzed figure in the doorway, Namjoon’s features softened at the same time as the dark brown recolored his irises.
“A-are you okay?” usually, they stopped at hi when they met in the dorm or when Kim decided not to ignore him around campus, but the beta felt strangely encouraged to continue the conversation.
“Yes, and you?” and of course, the omega wasn't going to vent to him, or cry on his lap, and ask for a comforting kiss. Jungkook almost rolled his eyes at himself because deep down he was hoping that would happen.
“I'm fine...” his reply came out in an inaudible huff, but the omega wasn't paying attention to him anyway. The constant notifications on his cell phone were more important and the beta already imagined who the sender would be.
“Seokjin, I already told you that I don't want to see you anymore, stop texting me! I will block you!” Namjoon recorded the audio, completely ignoring Jungkook's presence, and it only remained for the beta to do the same with him. Or at least pretend to.
Trying to remember how to behave in front of his crush — it had been weeks since Kim appeared in the dorm — Jeon took off his shoes and went to his bed, watching the omega start furiously unpacking two suitcases after throwing his cell phone on the mattress with frightening strength.
Acting as if he were caged in with a beast that could tear his arm off if he made any sudden movements — which it seemed to be — he began emptying his pack while repeating to himself that he should remain calm.
Relax Jungkook... it's just your roommate , he thought, trying to take a deep breath in silence. It's just fucking hot Kim Namjo-
“So...” a soft voice suddenly rang out, which made the hairs of his balls stand on end. “Aren't you going to travel?”
Jeon froze in place, feeling his blood turn to ice inside his veins.
Did Namjoon talk to him?
No, it was certainly the voices in his head faithfully reproducing the voice of...
“Jungkook?”
“Uh?” he turned sharply to Namjoon, as they both had their backs to each other and focused on the tasks they were performing.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“N-no, I'm sorry...” holy shit, did he talk to him? “Can you repeat?”
“Aren't you going away on holiday?” while questioning again, Namjoon turned to his bag again and collected a red bra that caused a serious cardiac arrhythmia in Jeon just by imagining him wearing it.
“N-no, I...” his shaky and unstable voice caused Kim to frown, who stared at him confused at the same time as he turned his back to the omega, to hide his red cheeks. “I stay around hise”
“Why?” his eyes widened when Namjoon continued the conversation.
Could it be that he was still sleeping in the library and this was a dream?
“I-I have some unfinished work to complete... and at home, I just eat and sleep.” Jungkook replied while pretending to pay attention to what he was doing. “So, zero yields.”
“I see...” the omega chuckled and Jeon closed his eyes, silently suffering from love. Jesus, even his laugh was beautiful... “Where are you from?”
“Busan.” Jungkook thanked him for not stuttering that time. “And you?”
“Ilsan.” Namjoon replied and Jeon pretended he didn't know that information, internally creating the courage to ask something pretty obvious, but he wanted to confirm it anyway.
“A-and are you going to stick around too?” with a cautious voice as he turned briefly towards the omega, Jeon questioned pointing to the bags he was unpacking.
“Yeah, I...” Kim started but stopped himself by sighing heavily. Jungkook couldn't tell if it was out of frustration or sadness. “I got stood up.”
“R-really?” inside, the youngest screamed in surprise that Namjoon had answered sincerely instead of simply saying yes . After all, the two did not have any intimacy.
“Yeah...” Namjoon let out such a fake laugh, that Jeon felt like laughing at the ugly face he displayed when he answered. “I was going to spend the holiday at the country house of a friend , but he canceled everything at the last minute.”
“Why?” immediately, Jungkook regretted being so nosy. “S-sorry, no need to answer-”
“Relax...” he laughed again, but it sounded sincere this time. “We won't be traveling anymore because he arranged another company for the weekend...” he said, acid and mocking.
“Did he tell you that?” was Seokjin crazy to leave Namjoon for anyone else?!
“No, he said worse...”
“What?”
“A liar” Kim's eyes were furious, as blue as sapphires. “He thinks I didn't hear the Soobin’s voice, that stupid bitch, when he called me with a lame excuse! Ah, Joonie I'm sorry but my parents have a last-minute dinner and I have to go ...” Namjoon seemed far away, just externalizing what was stuck in his throat. “What a bastard! He must think I was born yesterday to believe that shit and- Oh, I'm sorry.”
“No, it's okay...” Jungkook let out a sympathetic giggle, feeling like putting the omega in his lap and listening to him badmouth an alpha for the rest of the night. “I'm sorry about that.”
“Thank you...” the omega smiled politely, almost causing a cardiorespiratory arrest in Jungkook by the sight of those perfect dimples and closed eyes, but the cute gesture disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
“You're welcome...” Jeon replied with a bow accompanied by a shy smile, trying to control the hysterical little girl inside him screaming for that being the first time in a year, the same time he knew Kim, that the two exchanged more than half a dozen words.
However, as the joys in the beta's life are short-lived, Namjoon didn't add any further comments after his speech, returning to focusing on the bags while Jungkook despaired that the little moment of glory ended too soon. His brain was working like crazy looking for new topics, but before he could formulate anything, the sound of a hiccup followed by a series of sniffles attracted Jungkook's attention, who widened his eyes when he saw the omega suddenly start crying.
“Oh, God!... W-what... what is it?” he immediately placed himself in front of Kim, leading him to sit down as he saw him shake his head and hide his face between his beautiful hands. “Stay calm, okay? Do you... Do you want a glass of water?”
“Y-yes, p-please...” the fragile voice of the omega broke Jungkook's heart. He went to the minibar in the room and grabbed a bottle of water, filling a glass as he returned to stand in front of Namjoon, kneeling on the floor.
“Here...” he held it out to Kim, who sniffed one last time before accepting the glass and taking small sips, keeping his head down as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“I-I'm sorry...” the omega asked shyly, wiping a few tears away with the tips of his fingers. At the same moment, Jeon remembered the handkerchief he kept in his backpack to clean his glasses, and reaching out to pick it up on the bed, he immediately offered it. “T-thank you...”
“No need to thank or apologize.” Jungkook said softly, hoping the soft cloth would smell like Namjoon. “Is everything okay with you? Are you sad because of your... your friend?”
“No, that idiot doesn't deserve my tears.” the omega replied so firmly that the beta shivered. “I just... aigoo, I don't even know why I'm crying!” the round cheeks reddened again and an invisible jet of pheromone hit Jeon full on.
“Ah, these things happen.” Jungkook shrugged with a shy smile, trying to comfort Namjoon as best he could while its intense scent intoxicated him deliciously. “Sometimes, I also feel like crying, from anything.”
“Really?” Kim looked at himself with those beautiful eyes half wide, sniffling slightly to contain the little runny nose that ran from his sharp nose. “And why do you feel like crying?”
Because you are not mine.
“I-I don't know...” now it was his cheeks that were red, while his mouth went against the grain of conscience. “I-I think for all or nothing, who knows.”
“Well, then it looks like we're in the same boat...” Namjoon said with a slightly calmer voice, without the tremor of crying. “The boat of the whiners.”
“Yeah, I think we can even hire the Titanic’s musicians to pack the disgrace.” he replied playfully and the omega let out such a beautiful laugh, that Jungkook had to contain his own hands not to cup those cheeks and kiss them until he died.
“Good idea... crying to the sound of Never an Absolution.” Namjoon said still smiling and Jeon's heart told him to look away from those perfect dimples, otherwise it would stop beating. “Thanks, Jungkook...”
“You're welcome...” Jungkook smiled shyly. “Well... if you need anything, just say so.”
A small nod accompanied by a long eye contact that made Jungkook's heart race as if he were galloping across an open field was Namjoon's response to his kindness. After that, Jeon got up from the floor and took the glass and handkerchief from the hands of the omega, who continued to analyze him with an unreadable expression, returning to the mess of his bed while pretending not to be nervous. After a few seconds, he heard Kim take a deep breath, noting when looking back that he too returned to his tasks.
“Mind if I put on some music?” Namjoon's soft voice sounded after a few minutes of complete silence in the dorm and the youngest just smiled gently, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
And soon Cherry by Lana Del Rey, Kim's favorite song, echoed around the small room in a repetitive loop until the omega puts away all his clothes and the beta messes up what was already laid out on his desk just to have something to do until it's time to sleep. Usually, Jungkook would be in his underwear cleaning his room or watching some superhero movie for the thirtieth time, wondering what his crush would be doing on a Friday night like this one.
But uncharacteristically, Namjoon was right there, locked in the bathroom for almost an hour, as he stared at a baby doll in red silk laid out on his bed, wondering how the hell he was going to control a heart attack when Namjoon wore those pieces too small to cover the hotness of his bronzed body. For a moment, he thought about buying a last-minute ticket and fleeing to his parent's house, but the voice of his conscience calling him a coward was enough to make him give up on the idea.
“Stay strong, Jungkook!” he whispered to himself, patting his face as he looked away from those indecent pajamas. Namjoon was going to kill him that night. “You can do it, man! Just don't look...”
“Talking to myself?”
“Holy shit!” all the muscles in Jeon's body tensed with fright as he turned sharply towards the omega, who left the bathroom without him noticing. And ah... the poor beta almost asked God for forgiveness on his knees for the serious mistake he had committed...
Yes, because looking at Namjoon with just a fluffy towel covering his smelling body — very fragrant, for God's sake! —, pink hair wet over draconian eyes — was it Jungkook's impression or were they blue? —, the droplets of water running down the bronzed skin — he never wanted to one water’s molecule so much —, cheeks as red as apples from the hot bath — Jeon wanted to bite them —, and the little smile framed by the lovely dimples — when he died, the youngest wanted to be buried in those little holes — was a real sin.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...” the omega said softly, walking slowly over to his bed to pick up his pajamas and a fucking pink pantie with frills . “I'm going to clear the bathroom. I just need to get dressed.”
“S-sure, no rush.” Jungkook even tried to smile in relaxation, but he knew he failed miserably when Namjoon laughed softly before disappearing into the bathroom, probably thinking of him as a complete idiot.
And, unfortunately for him, he has never agreed with anyone more than he does now.
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Namjoon was going crazy.
Crazy, out of his mind, and crazy again.
That was the only explanation for the heat flushing his cheeks and perspiring his skin whenever his eyes landed on a certain beta that smelled like lavender shampoo, who was sitting at his desk across the room, oblivious to the inner wolf barking like a bitch in heat and leaving the poor omega's hormones on the verge of boiling and evaporating in the heat of his flushed epidermis.
Unfortunately, those were two big problems with that situation. The first was that Namjoon’s wolf was indeed a bitch in heat at the moment, as his heat had kicked in and not even a full pack of suppressors had been able to control it. The second problem was that this heat arose in an unexpectedly more intense way, to the point of blinding his wolf and making him want a beta.
A beta!
Even if the saying was cute — oh, if he was an alpha... — Namjoon was sure that Jeon Jungkook would never have enough strength and willingness to fuck him the way he liked, even more so during a heat, whise his inner wolf turns into a bitch crazy about sex and thick cocks entering with everything and leaving him in shambles for days. If he gave his roommate a chance, surely the poor guy would let him down after the first round, and Namjoon couldn't even blame him after all...
He's a beta!
But his wolf had forgotten about it.
“Shit...” Kim growled under his breath, but his colleague could hear him thanks to the morbid silence of the dorm. While trying to distract himself with a horror movie, disgusting, Jungkook concentrated on a large book.
“Is all good?” Jungkook had gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago, but his black hair was still wet, falling over his wide eyes and as dark as the straight strands. Inside, his wolf howled and wagged his tail and he hated that shameless bitch , despite admitting that the beta is really... cute .
Fuck, the guy is perfect!
But he’s a beta!
“Yeah, fine,” Namjoon hoped with all his heart that his voice wasn't as shaky as his head made it sound. “I'm just cursing the idiotic character in the movie.”
“Ah, yes.” the beta smiled, scrunching his nose, a habit the omega secretly loved, despite finding him too big-nosed. Internally, Namjoon chuckled to himself as he remembered that was his first thought when Jeon showed up at the dorm.
Namjoon was already in the second semester of Literature when his old roommate, a messy and inconvenient omega, dropped out of college and Jeon took his place. A year had passed since then and, even though the two had not tightened their ties, Kim liked the calm and respectful way of the beta, despite suspecting that he had a crush on him — which made no difference in his life, given that everyone has a crush on him.
But, looking at Jungkook now, Namjoon began to notice details about him that went beyond the ones he already knew — which weren't many. Suddenly, Namjoon felt fooled by himself when he noticed just now how beautiful his hands were, how toned his thighs were, how strong his arms were, and how angular his jawline was, and he even wondered if those perceptions were an effect of his heat or if he was blind to never have noticed.
Maybe it was a little bit of both.
“When do you want to sleep, just let me know and I'll turn off the light, okay?” Jeon's soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Okay...” Namjoon answered with a too-affected whisper.
The omega closed his eyes tightly, trying to control the disconnected flow of thoughts that bewildered his reasoning ability. His wolf continued to howl with desire for Jungkook, begging him to give way to his instincts once and for all, while his conscience went against the grain, saying that the best thing would be to find some alpha.
At that moment, confused as hell, Namjoon couldn't resist and looked once more at his roommate, who had taken a break from reading to look at his cell phone. He was relaxed on the chair and smiled shyly at the screen in front of the handsome face. Without realizing it, Kim's eyes, already blue with desire, moved down the torso covered by a baggy t-shirt, then stopped on the crotch slightly marked by shorts that were too short for him to manage.
Namjoon felt his mouth water when imagining, even briefly, the texture of those muscular thighs under his tongue, feeling his ass getting more and more slippery. Internally, his wolf writhed in elation at the prospect of submitting to someone smaller and seemingly more fragile than alpha, but who could be a fabulous dominator in bed.
And the way Jungkook threw his head back as he laughed, biting his lower lip and typing frantically, exposing his milky neck with a single dark mole staining the region, caused a true frenzy in the older man's already twisted bowels, who had to squeeze his thick legs together to contain an erection that wanted to appear just to prove his insanity once and for all.
However, it was when Jeon put on his glasses that Namjoon shelved all the alphas he had been within the most forgettable layer of his consciousness and allowed himself to sigh with desire for the beta, which was even more beautiful with the object on his face. He took one last look at the smaller body just ahead, deciding once and for all that his wolf would have what he wanted tonight.
“Your glasses are the same as mine...”
His tone came out smooth and velvety. Even sounding as the voice of an angel, Namjoon ended up scaring the beta, concentrating on their online conversation, who soon landed the round and black eyes on his body covered by the sheets and the laptop that had long been forgotten, along with the disgusting film that was in its final moments.
“S-seriously?” the voice, usually shaky, but no less deep, shivered the heated skin of the omega.
“Yes,” calculating each movement with the sole intention of having the beta's attention all on him, Namjoon was moving the sheets away until he got up from the bed, ignoring the fact that the pajama pieces were elevated by the position in which he was sitting. “I'll show you...”
Aware that his ass was fully on display, Namjoon made a point of turning his back to Jungkook and bending his torso well to reach the first drawer of the bedside table. While he pretended to look for the glasses box just to keep his ass up for Jungkook for as long as possible, hearing caught a shy gasp coming from his colleague, which drew a wide and satisfied smile from him.
Points for him.
“Oh, where are you?” Namjoon acted charmingly, ignoring the little box that was right there, until he decided to stop acting. “Ah, I found it!” he straightened his spine again and felt the thin fabric entering the gap between his buttocks before turning to Jeon. “See? It's the same!”
When he turned to face Jungkook, his legs almost knocked him to the ground when he was faced with a deep expression stamped on Jungkook’s face. He was poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue while his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Thick thighs looked slightly more open, and a vein stood out at his temple, glistening with sweat. But what really got to Namjoon were the dark eyes inspecting him from head to toe, stopping at his flushed face adorned by glasses.
“You're right...” holy shit, what a hot voice , thought the omega. “It's just the same...”
“See? I told you…” Kim smiled beautifully, pretending not to hear the howls of the excited little dog inside him, while he walked calmly to the beta's bed. Before sitting on the neat sheets, he asked, pointing to the mattress: “Can I?”
“Of course...” Jeon replied with slightly furrowed eyebrows, seeming to try to understand his unusual attitude, while the omega made a point of showing off his curves as much as possible so that those onyx eyes consumed him entirely.
Sitting like a mermaid, with his legs placed sideways one over the othis while the weight of his torso was supported by one of his arms resting on the bed, Namjoon brought up the subject again, sounding falsely unassuming: “I didn't know you wore glasses...”
“Yeah, I,” Jungkook started, throwing his cell phone carelessly onto the desk's mess. “I have myopia, but my degree is not strong. So, I don't use it all the time, but I end up feeling the consequences afterward.”
“Headache?” Namjoon asked sweetly, scoring anothis point for himself when the beta completely ignored his online conversation just to pay attention to him.
“That's right,” he laughed breathlessly, cracking his neck in precise movements. Namjoon doesn't know why he found that gesture highly sensual. “I only remember putting the glasses on when my head is about to explode.”
“After I lost three frames and two lenses, I wear mine all the time.” he said quietly, relishing that little unpretentious moment. “The best thing is when I'm looking around and they're in my face...”
Jungkook giggled and scrunched his chubby nose, then completed:
“Once, I got into the shower and suddenly I started to see everything blurry…” he revealed, already starting to laugh. “I got desperate thinking there was, I don't know, radioactive material in the water and I was going blind until I remembered I didn't take my glasses off and the steam fogged up the lens.”
The two laughed loudly. Without realizing it, Namjoon ended up releasing more pheromones, flooding the room with the powerful aroma of fresh cherries, which reflected not only the excitement of the rut, which was already showing signs of being out of control when his entrance became even wetter but also the how relaxed the omega was even though he and Jeon didn't have any intimacy.
“This has happened to me too…” Kim commented, still smiling, lying face down on the bed while using his elbows to keep his torso elevated. Swinging his feet in the air and propping his chin in his hands, he blurted out unceremoniously. “You look so handsome with your glasses...”
Namjoon saw Jungkook's face redden as he laughed in a weird way. For a moment, Namjoon started to think that he was being offered too much. Such a thought slightly discouraged him, causing a mixture of embarrassment and frustration that reddened him to the ears.
“You also look beautiful with glasses.” Jeon commented after a few minutes, seeing the omega stare at him with surprise followed by something similar to satisfaction. “Do you know what is also beautiful?”
“What?” Namjoon's eyes twinkled at him, sending a powerful electrical discharge that made all his hair stand on end, especially when he saw the sapphire blue mixing with the dark brown of the piercing irises.
“These pajamas…” the beta replied with a slurred voice, paying attention to the satori and the soft natural hoarseness of his voice. An ex-boyfriend used to tell him that his accent was sexy and he hoped Namjoon thought the same. “Red suits you.”
“You think, Jungkook-ah?” he replied slyly, playing with one of the straps of his pajama top, almost exposing his little brown nipple in the process, only to fit it haphazardly over his shoulder just so it would fall off by itself later.
“Yes, I think...” Jeon said slowly, feeling dizzy from the insanity of the moment. After long months of wanting Namjoon with every cell in his body, there he was: smiling like a sex god as he stared at his crotch from time to time.
“And what else do you find beautiful about me, Kookie? Oh, can I call you that?” after a few minutes, Kim spoke again showing that beautiful smile with dimples and everything, leading Jeon to consider the possibility of calling the police. Unfortunately, perfection is not a crime.
“You can call me whatever you want, Namjoon-ssi.”
“And you can call me hyung,” Kim asked in a voice a few tones lower, feeling that if he didn't fuck with Jungkook in the next 5 minutes, he would go crazy. “I'm older, huh?”
“Sure…” Jungkook followed with his gaze the moment Namjoon got up from the bed and walked towards him slowly until he stopped in front of him with his hot ass resting against the desktop. “As you wish, hyung...”
The beta noticed how the omega was affected by the honorific by seeing him lower his flushed face while smiling and the way the cheesy smell suddenly intensified. After a few seconds, Kim commented: “What are you reading?”
“An article about Seoul’s architecture.” he answered softly, receiving a falsely innocent smile from the taller one before seeing him turning his back to him, showing that almost naked ass again while playing with pages of his books.
“It sounds interesting…” shit, Namjoon was nervous as hell, so much so that he could barely think of the answers he offered.
“Actually, it’s boring.” he answered in that deep accented voice, giggling during, which was directly responsible for the trickle of lubrication oozing between the bands of his ass. Any more, and the damp would stain his pajamas. “I need to read about this for a project. I’ve constructed a scale model of a sustainability metropole.”
“Wow!” with wide eyes and a half-open mouth, Namjoon turned his face back to face him, but when he saw him getting up and putting himself right behind him, the omega had to look forward again so that Jeon didn't see his grimace of delight. “Sounds hard...”
“Yeah, it's going to be a bit of work anyway.” Namjoon felt the hot puffs of Jungkook's breath hitting his neck as he spoke, not even imagining the strength the beta was doing not to rub the semi-erect cock on his ass. “But, at least, I already started.”
“Hmm, I got it…” the omega couldn't resist and took a little step backward, finally sticking his back to the strong torso of the shorter one and feeling the volume of Jeon’s dick leaning on your ass. “Good luck…”
“Thanks, hyung…” Namjoon almost moaned when imagining Jungkook moaning the honorific as he devoured his little hole. He had never had sex with anyone younger than that experience. “Would you visit the JKLand ?”
“Is that the name of your city’s project?” the omega laughed genuinely, daring to look back again and almost provoking a kiss between the two because Jeon was very close. Immediately, Kim's hungry eyes landed on Jungkook’s pink mouth.
“Hey, don't you like it?” accompanying Namjoon’s laugh, Jungkook replied with an amused tone as he plucked up the courage to hold Namjoon's waist. The touch was gentle and cautious at first, but it gained strength once the taller one seemed to enjoy the contact.
“I really liked it, Kookie...” the omega said slyly, gradually losing what little self-control he still had. “And of course, I would visit your city, but on one condition...”
“What?” finding himself in the same state of loss of self-control experienced by Kim, Jeon was unable to resist the urge to bury his nose in that golden neck, inhaling the sweet smell of cherries like an addict in withdrawal from his favorite drug.
“I-I'll only go to your city if it has a museum and a library...” the topic of conversation definitely did not match the shy rolls that Namjoon started to give on Jungkook's hard cock, while his hands crushed his waist.
“There will only be a museum and library in JKLand, it will be the capital of art and culture, a world reference, an example...” the omega laughed heartily at Jungkook's fun answer, leaning his head back until he rested it on his shoulder.
“And will you receive me, Kookie? When I get there.” he bit his lip and closed his eyes when Jeon's slightly rough hands slipped inside his pajamas and reached his skin, squeezing it with growing greed.
“Of course, I will...” the beta replied faster, but, in fact, his mind was not focused on anything other than the hot omega all limp in his arms.
“A-and what are we-” Namjoon had to interrupt his own speech to take a deep breath and prevent the bark from coming out of his lips. “W-what are we going to do when I get there, hm? I want to know every corner...”
“Where does my hyung want to go first?” when Jungkook whispered my hyung and deposited a small kiss behind his ear, the omega was unable to contain a sly moan that stirred the bowels of the lower one.
“Hyung wants to go to the museum, Kookie...” letting the excitement rule his actions, the older one turned to face Jeon and wrapped his arms around his neck.
“So, I'll take you to a museum...” Jungkook whispered naughtyly, starting to deposit a series of kisses that started on his face and went up to his neck, which did not match the greedy grip that subjugated his waist. “I take you anywhere...”
“A-anywhere?” Namjoon moaned.
“Yes…” the beta murmured against his neck and he soon bent his head to give more space to the kisses that gained intensity, rolling his eyes when Jungkook reached his earlobe and bit him. “Tell me where you want to go, and I'll take you...”
“How about... your bed?”
Jungkook smiled in a sexy way and advanced towards Namjoon’s fleshy lips with uncontrollability. First, he captured Namjoon’s lower lip and sucked it with sinful greed, using his teeth to make it clear that he wasn't kidding. Afterward, Jeon used one of his hands to hold the omega's heated face and then asked for passage with his tongue, which was granted almost instantly.
When feeling the taste of that sweet mouth, Jungkook felt all his judgment evaporating in the warmth of Kim's tongue, which followed his movements like a faithful follower. The sucking noises and wet pops sounded lascivious and sinful. The desire of both was even greater than the force of nature when their tongues remained united in an erotic link outside their mouths.
The hand that Jungkook kept on Namjoon's face soon got entangled in the softness of his pink hair, pulling them with sudden force just to show the omega who was in charge that night. And the hideous smile that Namjoon gave when he did that, daring to display those offensively perfect dimples along with lips made even fuller by the swelling of the greedy kiss, was enough to knock the beta out of all the axes that still kept him on the path of civility.
“Why are you laughing, huh?” bringing his mouth close to one of the beautifully flushed cheeks, Jungkook snarled wildly and bit the heated skin hard enough to redden it further. “Answer me, you little bitch!”
“Hmm, K-Kookie...” Namjoon groaned lustfully, feeling his ass and cock dirty his panties and pajama shorts with lubrication and pre-cum. “F-fuck me, please... I’ll need it so bad...”
“You need?” Jungkook whispered with acid irony, sounding so pissed off that the omega was almost afraid of his little hole. Almost . “I thought the picky bitch here didn't get betas... Where are your alphas, huh?”
Inside, Kim's wolf barked madly with lust and he was almost doing the same, feeling his legs weaken greatly in the face of Jeon's dominance. “K-Kookie...”
“After today, I want you to never open your mouth again to talk shit...” as he said that, Jeon tightened his fingers around the omega's hair even more, leading him to head towards his bed like a little dog guided by a leash. “This beta here is going to eat your tongue.”
Before he could assimilate what was happening, Namjoon felt Jungkook push him brutally onto the bed, causing him to fall in a doggy way. The omega leaned his torso completely, using his hands to spread his buttocks already open by the explicit position while pulling his shorts and panties up so that the fabrics entered more in the ass gap and provided a wanton view of Jungkook.
“Are you going to eat just my tongue?”
The defiant smile that Kim displayed was slowly fading as he saw the beta's dark eyes darken even more, equating to two black holes that looked ready to suck him towards a path of no return. Even without saying a word, Namjoon felt that Jeon responded to his petulant affront with just that silence, which added to the brief laugh given by him, gave Namjoon the certainty that he was completely fucked up , even if your ass hasn't even been touched yet.
“Oh hyung...” still smiling with that mocking air that sounded too sexy for Namjoon’s sanity, Jungkook was removing his glasses as he walked slowly towards the omega, who groaned eagerly when he saw him approach. “If I were you, I would be silent.”
“W-why would I be silent?” Namjoon says, provocatively.
“Because that pretty little mouth is more useful moaning and blowing my dick than talking shit.” the calm way in which Jeon said that should be considered a crime, along with the way he grabbed his hair and lifted his torso, still keeping his on all fours.
“Oh, Jungkookie...” Kim closed his eyes as Jeon used the force of the pull to bring his ass towards his cock, moaning from the stinging sensation in his scalp and the friction of the thick dick against his ass. “P-please fuck me… please Kookie...”
“Who knew, huh?” Jungkook knelt on the bed and placed himself behind the larger body, loosening the pink strands so that his two hands were only occupied with exploring Namjoon’s delicious curves. “Moaning for the guy you didn't even know the name...”
“Oh, p-pleaseee…” Jungkook’s palms running so greedily over his overdressed body were frying the few neurons that hadn't yet succumbed to the heat. “P-please, Kookieee...”
“Oh, my pouty hyungie...” lying down on Namjoon’s body, Jungkook whispered before kissing and sucking the sweaty neck, hearing the omega scream when his lips approached his scent gland located at the back of the neck.
“K-Kookieee... hyung needs you…”
“I'm here, hyung...” moving away from Namjoon’s blouse as he kissed the bronzed skin, Jungkook whispered against the goose bumps on the omega's back until he reached his buttocks. But, before devoting them, he completed: “I'll give you what you want...”
Jeon removed his soaked shorts in a rough movement, groaning along with Namjoon as he contemplated the immoral view of the ass weakly covered by the hollowed-out panties that, by that point, were as soaked as the pajamas due to the lubrication that oozed from the desperate little hole. The beta felt his own pre-cum being spit out of his glans when he filled both hands with the soft buttocks, squeezing so hard that the tips of his fingers turned white from the pressure.
Bending down with his mouth full of water, Jungkook licked the remnants of moisture that smeared around the gap between the bands, feeling the omega squirm as he moaned louder and louder into his pillow. Completely bewildered by the pain in his penis and by that blessed smell of cherries that aroused his worst demons, the beta did not resist and bite down hard on one of the soft buttocks, while his hand subdued the othis with squeezes and slaps that colored the dark skin red alive.
However, it was when opening Namjoon's ass and pulling his panties away, seeing the wet and slight ass, that Jeon felt the savagery of the horny transform him into an animal as insane as the omega's wolf. Without wasting anothis second, the beta fell into that tasty ass and sucked so hard. Kim's screams were drowned out by the screams of the hysterical little girl inside, which represented the euphoria provoked by the pleasure of fucking his ultimate crush.
“F-FUCK J-JUNGKOOK!” Kim howled with pleasure, feeling his cock tightened by his panties, which had not yet been removed, begging to release endless jets of sperm. “M-more, more, more!”
Jungkook swore he felt the sweet taste of ripe cherries taking over his taste buds as the ring of muscles contracted under his sucks, thus releasing a generous amount of lubrication that showed the beta that Kim had finally cum.
“F-fuck...” the wet sensation between Namjoon’s legs, coming not only from the anal lubrication but also from the sperm that gushed abundantly from his hard member, made the twitching even more delicious. “Let me swallow you too, huh?”
“You wanna gag on my dick, hyung?” the beta asked sensually, following with his gaze the moment Namjoon used the sole of his foot to massage his cock through his clothes while the delicate fingers rubbed his own hardened nipples.
“I-I want it, Kookie...” Kim replied almost desperately, moaning when Jungkook took his foot that was busy with the erotic caress and brought it to his lips, biting his ankle hard just to kiss the skin sensitive right away.
“And you're going to let me fuck your little mouth, huh?”
“Y-yes...” Namjoon closed his eyes and moaned softly.
“So, get down on your knees and get to work, now”
Without wasting anothis second, Namjoon grabbed Jeon’s thick cock, and began to jerk off while looking up at Jungkook's beautiful expressions, using his pre-cum as a lubricant to facilitate the delicious masturbation. Hearing Jungkook’s delicious moans, Namjoon complied with his request and got on his knees, never stopping stroking his cock as he stared at that flawless face.
Unable to continue with just that almost affectionate handjob, Kim lifted the heavy cock and licked from the balls to the glistening slit of pre-cum, hearing the beta's husky moan and the slight tremor in his legs from the contact. The relief of the thick veins against his tongue was addictive enough for Namjoon to repeat the licks a couple more times until he turned his attention to the heavy testicles.
He kissed the balls before taking an entire ball into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as he sucked hungrily. His hand was still engaged in the provocative handjob closed against the luscious little head, rubbing it slowly as his focus shifted to the other testicle.
“Oh fuck…” Jungkook moaned in a hot way, pulling Namjoon’s hair.
Namjoon swallowed Jungkook's cock completely, making a point of whacking his own throat with his throbbing head right at the first suck. Jeon called him bitch with his hoarse voice while pulling his hair hard, which gave him even more courage to swallow it again, while his mouth began to be ruthlessly fucked by the beta .
“Is your ass as hot as that little mouth, hyungie?” the beta whispered breathlessly, as his hips thrust hard against the mouth that received him so well. In response, the omega groaned against his hard cock, sending delicious vibrations down the length.
At one point, Jeon let Kim take control of the blowjob, letting go of his hair and focusing on the intense expressions that took over Namjoon’s handsome face, who kept his blue eyes continually locked with his. His flushed cheeks formed furrows around his throbbing cock, which was one step away from cum before the delicious suck.
“I’m gonna cum, hyungie…” Jungkook moaned, eyes closed with deep breaths.
“Cum in my ass, huh...” Namjoon begged in a thin voice, getting up off the floor and laying down on the bed.
“With pleasure, hyungie...”
With that, Jungkook took one of his hands to the hard cock and guided it to Namjoon’s ass, feeling the anal walls, previously dilated by heat, contracted hard against his cock, which drew both screams and gasps of pleasure. Not in his wildest dreams did the beta imagine that Kim's insides were as hot and wet as he found them to be at that moment, feeling that if it hadn't been for the cock ring, he would have spurted on the first thrust.
Feeling Namjoon scratch his back while begging him to fuck him with murmurs said next to his ear, Jeon wasted no time in starting the intense thrusts, entering with everything and leaving very slowly in the little hole that received him with delicious grips. The bed that supported the promiscuity of the bodies hit the wall with each new powerful penetration, causing a loud noise that was mixed with the cacophony of moans and requests for more coming from the insatiable omega.
At one point, Kim pushed Jungkook and made him lie down on the mattress, straddling him and starting to sit vigorously on his hard dick. The new position brought more lust to the wanton sex because the vision that one had of the othis was very exciting for both of them: while Jungkook was delighted with the omega's full breasts swaying during the rides, Namjoon contemplated the well-worked muscles of the beta's abdomen contracting with pleasure with each sit.
“Holy shit...” the beta snarled through clenched teeth, completely intoxicated by the image of the slapped, scratched, and bitten ass slowly rubbing against his cock. “Oh hyung… keep going, huh...”
“Y-yes, my Kookie…”
So soon after the beta's request, Namjoon rides with pleasure on the cock stuck in his little hole, feeling his strong hands holding his waist not only to help with the movements but also to take the pleasure of the hot sex. Namjoon’s prostate was beaten in full by Jeon's dick, which came out completely and entered with everything, causing spasms that shook the sensitive body both by heat and by the three intense orgasms he had had so far.
The sum of all those factors pushed the omega towards the apex faster than he imagined, which was directly reflected in the vigor of the rides, which became more erratic as the orgasm was being formed. Kim felt his insides churning at the intensity of the stimuli he received, which went far beyond the deep thrusts tugging at his entrance. And when he looked at Jungkook and saw him staring back, he knew that the reason for his pleasure was not only sex but also, his presence.
“K-Kookie...” Namjoon whispered the name of the one who gave him his best fuck in years, feeling a sudden urge to moan him for the rest of his days.
“Are you coming for me, my little cherry flower?” Jungkook reversed positions, fucking Namjoon on top.
“Yeees…” Namjoon’s draconian eyes were locked on Jungkook’s black holes, forming an intense connection that accelerated the biggest heartbeat even more. “O-oh, fuck me, my Kookie…”
“Cum, hyungie… I’m gonna cum for you too…”
“Oh my-” the omega cum so hard, feeling all the muscles tense in front of one of the most powerful orgasms he has ever had in his life. His back arched and his nails grazed Jungkook's arms, and the beta even tried not getting inside, but Namjoon’s ass grip against his cock was too strong.
“Ohhh, fuck!” the beta growled against Namjoon's fragrant neck, feeling a mixture of pain and relief after cumming in his ass. The pain was coming from the welts on his arms and back, which caused an uncomfortable sting on his sweaty skin. Also, Namjoon’s ass kept squeezing his hypersensitive cock, keeping him inside him even after long seconds had passed.
Faced with this, Jungkook decided to just patiently wait for Namjoon to catch his breath and regain consciousness, whispering in his ear words like you were so hot to me, hyungie or breathe, okay? until Kim relaxes completely and dilates the slippery ass, thus allowing him to withdraw his penis from the sensitive ass. When he did, he knelt down between his soft legs and smiled beautifully at the older one, who instantly returned the gesture while staring at him intently.
Too intensely.
“Are you okay?” Jeon asked softly, massaging his hyung's hot feathiss, feeling them tremble under his hands.
“Yesss…” Namjoon replied long and drawn out, like a satisfied moan, while he closed his eyes when he felt his ass burn and Jungkook's creampie escape between his painful ass.
“Do you want to take a shower?” the beta asked affectionately, feeling his body relax from the orgasm despite his heart keeping as fast as before. He had sex with Namjoon, holy shit! “Or I can wipe you off with a towel if you're-”
“No, I want to take a shower...” the omega said almost desperately, interrupting his dongsaeng without even realizing it. “But I'll only go if you come with me...”
“Of course, hyung...” Jungkook giggled terribly affected.
After that, beta helped omega to get up from the bed, exchanging smiles that made poor Jeon's heart melt in the heat of the passion he felt for Kim. Already in the bathroom, after a few minutes with one soaping the othis, a new peak of excitement reached Namjoon's body and, inside, Jungkook fucked him so hard under the warm water. With his forehead glued to the tile and his hands opening his hot ass to expose himself to Jungkook, Namjoon was devoured again while screaming Jeon’s name.
And it didn't stop there: after about an hour, where the two remained naked and lying on Jungkook's bed just talking shits and, consequently, getting to know eachother better, the omega felt the ass moisten once more. His heats were intense at first, with one heat spike coming after anothis, but over the subsequent days, the intensity tended to lessen. This time, Namjoon begged the beta to fuck his boobs, and even though he was tired as hell, Jungkook gladly obliged — literally.
When the pressure of Namjoon’s full breasts against his cock began to push him to orgasm, Jeon put the omega in the doggy style and fuck him for the third time that night. The beta fucked Namjoon so hard, that omega begging him for mercy, moaned so loud. Thus, they ended the fuck with Jungkook slowly getting into the entrance of the oldest, who cried with pleasure as he came for the umpteenth time, never failing to feel the kisses of that naughty and affectionate mouth on his skin.
“K-Koo... K-Kookie...” it had been a long time since Namjoon felt destroyed for a dick as it was at that moment, and the feeling was glorious.
“Oh hyungie, it was so fucking perfect…” Jeon said, as tired as Namjoon, laying down on his side.
“Jungkookie?” Namjoon’s soft voice asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Huh?”
“I think I wanna fuck with you forever…”
“What?!” Jeon squealed in shock, swearing his heart had stopped beating. “Don’t you mind that I'm a beta?”
“No anymore…” Namjoon caring for Jungkook’s red face while smiling so hard. “Not after today…”
“Holy fuck, hyungie, are you kidding me?! I had a fucking crush on you since the first time a saw you!”
Namjoon laughed a lot, kissing Jungkook’s pink mouth after that before answering him:
“Maybe, I have a crush on you too…”