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Hoseok is an idiot.
He has no idea what he was thinking. Doesn’t know why he thought it would be a good idea to meet this fucking guy. This fucking stranger . He really should have known better. But he was excited. Which just made him stupid.
Choi San. That bastard. Hoseok swears if he sees him again he’ll choke him. They’ve been texting for the past few weeks. It’s been hot. It’s been flirty. And despite the both of them being alphas, Hoseok was down to fuck. He’s bottomed before, it’s not like it was new to him. And it didn’t seem as though San was against bottoming either.
Some of the alphas in the group have fucked him before, when the omegas weren’t around, and he liked it. The only thing he hasn’t tried was getting knotted. It’s not like he’s an omega. He isn’t built for it. It would hurt. And not in a pleasurable way. He knows it, since Yoongi hyung was actually curious and wanted to try once, so he let Seokjin hyung knot him. It wasn’t good. It was bloody and painful. Yoongi needed a whole week to recover.
Hoseok and San also talked a lot about threesomes, which they were both very into. And since it seemed they were both on the same page about everything, bottoming, no knotting, threesomes, Hoseok was excited. Excited to fuck. Excited to get fucked. He didn’t care how it happened either way. Choi San was hot, and Hoseok wanted him.
But Hoseok was an idiot. A horny idiot, for trusting Choi San. The last thing he expected was for that bastard to drug him. They hadn’t even made it to a hotel, just met for drinks and planned to go to a hotel after.
Somehow, San had found a way to drop a pill or something into his drink when he wasn’t looking, which is unbelievable enough, considering how extremely alert Hoseok is. But he somehow managed.
When they were on their way to the hotel, Hoseok had started to feel the effects. He immediately realised something was wrong and didn’t hesitate to confront San about it. Thankfully San was too fucking confident to pretend to be oblivious and admitted to drugging him.
Hoseok felt himself feeling weaker in San’s presence and quickly made a run for it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to fight San off.
So, yeah. Hoseok was a fucking idiot. Which is why he’s now writhing in his seat, in the back of a fucking taxi, fucking leaking slick everywhere like an omega in fucking heat.
The taxi driver, thankfully a beta, looks at him with pity, as he tries to drive a little faster for Hoseok’s sake. And although he’s grateful, Hoseok wants to scream. Scream at the driver, scream at San, scream at his– ‘not really’– pack, scream at the whole fucking world because– why him?! Is the universe punishing him for being horny? Or what?
Finally the driver stops, saying “Sir, we’re here.” Hoseok doesn’t say a word as he drops an extra tip in the tip jar for the mess he’s made, before shakily climbing out of the car. Hoseok’s shorts are soaked in slick and he’s basically dripping as he approaches their front door.
He’s glad no one’s home. He’s sure if any of the members saw him in this state, they’d pounce. Besides the omegas. They’d just want to cuddle. And frankly, Hoseok isn’t in the mood for that either. He also wouldn’t want to explain how he got himself into this stupid mess. So he’s glad.
Unfortunately, that gladness is short-lived when he opens the door, and the first thing he hears is laughter coming from the living room. He freezes. The laughter suddenly stops. From what it sounded like, Jungkook and Taehyung were the ones laughing. Hoseok wants to run. But he doesn’t know where to go. In or out?
However, before Hoseok can even make that decision, rapid footsteps make their way from the living room to the hallway. And he’s met with two pairs of wide eyes. Hoseok decides to try his luck and just brush past them, but just as he suspected, it isn’t that simple.
“Hyung, why do you smell like an omega?” Jungkook asks, grabbing his arm to stop him. Taehyung wraps his arms around Hoseok, beginning to sniff and scent.
“Hyung… are you in heat?” Taehyung asks, as he melts into Hoseok. This is bad. Really bad. Taehyung’s heat is supposed to be coming in about a month’s time. Hoseok needs to separate himself from the omega, he can’t risk pushing Taehyung into a shared heat.
As Hoseok tries to pull away from the two, Jungkook softly growls in protest, and his grip tightens on Hoseok’s wrist. “Jungkook,” Hoseok warns. “Let me go.” Jungkook growls in protests again, pulling Hoseok closer. He places his other hand on Hoseok’s hips. And Hoseok’s body burns with lust.
Jungkook begins to emit his pheromones, the ones that has Hoseok whimpering in Jungkook’s grasp. The ones that indicate his feelings of possessiveness. “Jungkook, please.” He whimpers.
Jungkook’s eyes fog over. Desire, clear in his eyes. Hoseok doesn’t have enough strength to push him away, when Jungkook pushes him up against the wall, hands on his ass, thigh between his legs. Hoseok automatically grinds. Moaning in pleasure.
“Wanna knot you, omega.” Jungkook says lowly, as his mouth teases Hoseok’s scent glands. Hoseok shivers. He feels good, but he knows where this is going to go, and he’d rather it not happen. He needs to find a way to get himself alone.
Remembering Taehyung in the room, he looks down and sees the omega on the floor pressing his legs together, clearly turned on. “T-Taehyung-ah,” Hoseok calls out, while he forces his hips to stop moving. Taehyung’s head snaps up to meet his gaze. Jungkook doesn’t pay attention. Most likely due to the fact that he doesn’t see another omega in the room as a threat. To Jungkook, he’s the only alpha in the room. No competition.
Hoseok moans as Jungkook begins to suck at his scent glands, and starts to move Hoseok’s hips for him. Trying not to get distracted, Hoseok tries to speak. “W-Where- ah fuck- where are the o-others?” Hoseok whimpers. Jungkook softly grunts, displeased at Hoseok’s lack of attention.
“Not back yet. They’ll be back in a few days.” Taehyung explains. Thankfully, he’s still coherent and right in his mind. At least, a lot more than Jungkook and himself. Fuck. Hoseok almost sobs. If Hoseok has to stay the night with Jungkook, he’ll for certain, get knotted. Hoseok can tell Jungkook’s been pushed into a slight rogue rut, and it’ll only get more intense as the night goes on. And neither he, nor Taehyung will be able to stop him.
There needs to be another alpha around. Preferably, Namjoon or Seokjin hyung. “Call,” Hoseok pants, calling for Taehyung’s attention again. “J-Joon or Ji-Jin hyung.”
At the names of other alphas, Jungkook growls in discontent. Jungkook grabs at Hoseok’s ass, hauling him up. Instinctively Hoseok wraps his legs around Jungkook’s hips, holding on by the larger built man’s arms.
Before Jungkook carries him away, Hoseok’s eyes lock with Taehyung’s. He relaxes a little when he sees Taehyung already calling someone. Namjoon or Seokjin hyung. Doesn’t matter. As long as they can find a way for him not to have to be knotted.
Hoseok can’t stop moaning. He moans when Jungkook tosses him onto his bed. Moans when Jungkook roughly pulls his shorts off, his boxers coming right off with them. Moans and writhes and whimpers as Jungkook just towers over him, not even doing anything, besides caressing his naked body. He knows he’s about to get fucked. But that’s not what bothers him. What bothers him is knowing how he’s about to get fucked.
Like he’s an omega. An omega bitch in heat.
He whines in distress, but moans and arches in pleasure when Jungkoom tries to soothe his distress by sucking on his nipples. Jungkook sucks, and bites, and nibbles, and Hoseok gushes. Slick just gushes non stop out of him, soiling the sheets.
It’s so obscene, Hoseok thinks. He can only imagine what he looks like right now. Jungkook groans in satisfaction at Hoseok's pleasure. And to be fair, Hoseok doesn’t blame Jungkook, if the roles were reversed, he would have probably also had a hard time holding back. So all Hoseok can do is hope. Hope that Taehyung reaches the others and finds a solution before it’s too late.
Jungkook spreads Hoseok’s legs and before Hoseok has time to register it, Jungkook’s tongue licks at his hole. Hoseok moans, startled and confused. It’s so fucking intense. It’s never felt like this before. Getting rimmed always felt good to Hoseok, but he would usually always rather do the rimming. He got off better, getting his dick sucked anyway. But this. This was something entirely different. A completely new sensation.
It must be the drugs. He isn’t only producing slick like an omega, he’s now also as sensitive as one. Hoseok can’t stop moaning. Can’t stop pushing his hips further towards Jungkook like he wants more. If things continue on like this, he worries he’ll start begging for Jungkook’s knot.
When Hoseok comes, he moans so loud, it’s almost a scream. His body trembles with pleasure, and he feels hot. This is a heat he’s never experienced. Is this what omegas feel everytime they’re in heat? Hoseok thinks. Hoseok is burning with the need to be filled. And before he knows it, he’s begging. “Fuck, please, fuck, fuck me, please!” He begs.
Jungkook growls, not needing to be told twice, and briefly gets off the bed to undress. Hoseok is still begging, and before he has time to realise it, his hips are being raised and two fingers are roughly being thrust into him.
Hoseok’s eyes are rolled back as Jungkook fingerfucks him. Cries of pleasure fill the air, and Jungkook’s low grunts fill into the mix. Hoseok is so far gone at this point, he doesn’t hear the door to the room open. He opens his eyes, not even remembering when he had closed them, when Taehyung’s voice fills the air.
“I’m sorry, hyung.” he says. Hoseok’s vision is bleary as he looks to Taehyung, who’s watching them from the side. Jungkook doesn’t even stop his ministrations, continuing to fingerfuck Hoseok into oblivion. Hoseok tries to speak but all that comes out are more moans.
He wants to ask what Namjoon or Seokjin hyung said, but can’t. Thankfully, Taehyung knows. “I’m sorry, hyung.” he repeats. “They can’t make it back anytime soon. They’re stuck at the airport.” he explains. Hoseok wants to cry, but all he can do is moan. All he can do is whine, displeased when Jungkook’s fingers leave his hole, making him feel horribly empty. His back arches off the mattress as Jungkook’s mouth find his nipples again.
“P-Please, don’t look at me.” he pleads weakly. His words, a slight slur, as he looks at Taehyung. He knows where this is going, and he knows he can’t do anything about it. He’s already accepted it in fact. Well, at least half of it, considering how he begged to be fucked earlier. But if there’s one thing he doesn’t want, it’s Taehyung seeing him like this. Ready to get fucked. Fucked like an omega. Taehyung will never see him the same again. He’ll never respect him like an alpha again. And hoseok doesn’t think he’d be able to handle that. So he pleads.
Giving Hoseok a look of reassurance, Taehyung leaves the room. When the door shuts, Jungkook is still kissing Hoseok’s chest, and Hoseok allows himself to whine in impatience. Hoseok feels empty, and despite how he feels about being knotted, he knows he wants to be fucked right now.
Again, Hoseok whines transition into moans when Jungkook finally complies and presses the head of his cock against Hoseok’s rim, letting the slick mix with his precum as he rubs, spreading the wetness.
“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok whimpers. Jungkook growls in disapproval.
“Call me, alpha.” He demands. However, the alpha in Hoseok refuses to submit in such a way. He’s already submitting in every other way. Submitting verbally like that is too much. But somewhere within him, it’s like he feels another feeling, a burning feeling with the need to submit verbally as well.
“Please,” he begs, fighting it. He can submit in every way, even verbally, by begging for Jungkook, but he won’t call him alpha. It’s too much. Jungkook probably won’t see Hoseok as anything other than an omega, after all this is over. He’ll lose his respect, he knows that. Which is why he wants to keep at least this one fragment of dignity. “Please, fuck me, please,” he continues to beg.
Hoseok gasps when the head of Jungkook’s cock presses into him. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he keeps pushing in, and Hoseok can’t breathe. It’s so fucking hot. Jungkook feels so fucking hot. Hoseok feels like he’s burning up.
“Breathe, omega.” Jungkook says, still pushing into him. Hoseok tries to breathe and gasps a couple of times, before the gasps turn into whimpers. When Jungkook is finally all the way in, he stays still as Hoseok continues to whimper in pleasure. Hoseok’s hips begin to move on their own for the nth time that night, coaxing Jungkook into moving himself.
Jungkook starts off slow, as if to saviour the feeling of Hoseok’s fluttering hole wrapped around his shaft. But it isn’t long until he starts to snap his hips forward, slamming his cock into his hyung.
“Ah- A-Ah f-fuck!” Hoseok shouts. Jungkook grunts, skin against skin, making obscene slapping sounds, as he holds Hoseok by the waist. “Y-Yess, f-fuck, so g-good- ah!” Hoseok continues, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hoseok has never felt like this.
Getting fucked by Namjoon, Yoongi or Seokjin hyung, never felt this good. Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s because it’s Jungkook, or if it’s the effects of the drug. Either way, his mind is too far gone, to think about it deeply. The filthy sounds of wet squelching, and the loud clapping fill his room, nothing but sounds of pleasure being punched out of him, by the force behind Jungkook’s thrusts, and Jungkook’s grunts and growls.
Jungkook bends down, not slowing down, and lets his teeth graze Hoseok’s sensitive scent glands. Hoseok shudders and arches his neck invitingly, as he moans. When Jungkook firmly presses his tongue to Hoseok’s neck, and licks, Hoseok’s orgasm catches him completely off guard. Spurts of come, squirt out of Hoseok, and Hoseok is in shock at how much he comes. How hard he comes. But surprisingly, he doesn’t go soft. And Jungkook, doesn’t stop.
Jungkook’s thrusts eventually become more erratic, and less rhythmic. And Hoseok, too lost in the pleasure to realise what it means. What Jungkook being close means. He only remembers when he feels it. Jungkook’s knot, catching at his rim a few times as it begins to form.
And suddenly, Hoseok is scared. He remembers how much pain Yoongi hyung felt. All the blood that was there. And despite the current pleasure he still feels, the fear gets to him, and all he can think about is how much it’s going to hurt. And how he’ll rip and bleed. Hoseok is scared.
Jungkook is too close to even realise Hoseok’s state of panic, his grunts turning into moans as his knot catches Hoseok’s rim more and more. Tighter and tighter. Hoseok’s distressed whimper is what catches Jungkook’s attention and he growls in confusion. Wondering why his omega is distressed.
In Jungkook’s head, his omega should be satisfied and feeling pleasure as he knots him. And although Hoseok is still hard, Jungkook can clearly see his state of distress. So he worries. Except, Jungkook thinks he needs to hurry up and knot Hoseok faster, so he soothingly caresses Hoseok’s face, and softly kisses him. When he feels Hoseok relax beneath him, he starts to pump his cock into him a few more times before a sudden pressure pushes against Hoseok’s rim.
Hoseok gasps, but Jungkook continues to kiss him softly. Hoseok whines when the pressure is gone. Now he feels full. So fucking full. And Jungkook’s cock throbs as he comes. Waves and waves of come flowing into him. Filling him. And Hoseok feels so full. In every way. Again, he gasps when Jungkook touches his belly, tracing the outline of his cock inside of him.
And if there’s one thing he didn’t expect, it’s the feeling of satisfaction after being knotted. Contentment. Jungkook kisses him, their mouths opening wide, as they lick into each other’s mouths. Slow and sensual.
Jungkook’s hand wraps around Hoseok’s cock, and all it takes is a few strokes and Hoseok is coming again. Jungkook is still coming inside of him as well, and the feeling is surreal, Hoseok thinks as his body spasms with pleasure.
Hoseok’s mind feels mushy. And he doesn’t even know when, but eventually they stop kissing and he falls asleep.
~ ~ ~
Taehyung felt bad. He wished he could do something. Wished he could be more helpful to his hyung.
Taehyung sat against the wall beside the bedroom door, his back pressed into the cold plaster as he hugged his knees to his chest. He could hear their barely muffled voices travel through the walls. And as Hoseok’s moans increased in volume, Taehyung’s heart ached with more and more guilt.
He recalled Hoseok’s pleading face, the tears streaming down his cheeks due to pleasure, but also embarrassment as Jungkook teased and played with his nipples. And even though Taehyung felt helpless, he gushed with slick, a pleasured exhale leaving his lips.
Sometimes he wished he were an alpha, or at the very least a beta. Don’t get him wrong, he has nothing against being an omega, itself. The only thing that annoys him about being an omega is how unhelpful omegas are sometimes.
If he were an alpha, he could have helped his hyung, by holding Jungkook back and helping him calm down. If he was a beta, he again could have helped by holding Jungkook back, or helped his hyung escape. Either way, even if he had to use violence, he could have helped, by whatever means necessary.
But instead, he was nothing but useless . Completely and utterly so. All because he’s an omega.
There was nothing he could do, not just because he was physically weaker than Jungkook but also because trying to stop Jungkook would mean trying to dominate him, which is something Taehyung would never even dream of doing because he’s an omega. And most omegas can’t be dominant.
Taehyung felt bad for his hyung, but he was also sitting in a puddle of his own slick. His cunt just begging for some attention. Hoseok’s pleasured expression flitted through his memories again, and paired with Hoseok’s moans and Jungkook’s grunts and growls, Taehyung couldn't help himself.
His hand slowly reached for where he burned hottest for attention. One finger. He whimpered. Two fingers. He whined. He slapped a hand over his mouth to help himself keep quiet. Although, he doubted they would even notice him.
Soon Taehyung was pumping three fingers into himself, pounding at his prostate, following the two alphas’ rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin rushed a wave of pleasure through the omega. The closer he could hear Hoseok reaching climax, the closer he felt himself getting as well.
When the sound of Hoseok reaching his orgasm vibrated through the walls, Taehyung came right after, his fingers rubbing at his walls and over his prostate, as he rode out his orgasm.
After a few minutes had passed, Taehyung stood, despite his legs still being shaky, and got himself and the mess he'd made clean.
Taehyung sighs as he lays in bed. He still feels bad. And guilty. He feels like he should have done more. He just hopes Hoseok won't hate him, for failing to help him.