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The mating ceremony and the festivities afterwards were a grand affair. Namjoon, his mate, is a cousin of the Pack Alpha and the first son of his branch of the Kim family after all. Not only that, but he was recently appointed second in command, at just 21 summer's old. The spare, if anything ever happened to the Pack Alpha. So it was only right, that their mating was celebrated decadently, even if Jungkook is rather introverted and having to mingle and talk to so many people the whole day had drained him.
He is alone now, in the candle-lit bedroom of his new home. His own cousins, Jimin and Jihyo, had helped him get ready for his mate. He is washed, scrubbed and moisturized thoroughly, his skin soft and smelling of peonies and juicy lychee. He had turned beet-red, when they had dressed him in a simple silk robe afterwards, tying it together tightly at his small waist, so that Namjoon could unwrap him like a gift as Jihyo had teased. They had forgone any underwear.
Now that they had left, Jungkook's alone and he doesn't know what to do as he's waiting for his mate. He nervously walks back and forth a few times, inspecting the curtains, smelling the candles, rearranging his hair in the mirror a few times, before he decides to just sit on the bed.
He'd never been with an alpha before, although many had tried to have him. Jungkook knew he was pretty, beautiful. Many had told him. He knew that alphas dreamed of kissing his waist, holding his thick thighs and burying themselves in the wet heat between his legs. But he'd never allowed it before and he didn't know how to act enticing.
He lies back on the big bed, on top of the covers, and spreads his knees. He feels a throb of anticipation at his core already, he's sure he must already be glistening with a thin sheen and nobody had even touched him yet. Wasn't this position too crass? He sits up again, pulling his legs under himself. He shrugs his robe off one shoulder, baring his chest slightly, one nipple poking out just so. Yeah, this feels better.
He doesn't have any more time to overthink the decision as the door to the bedroom opens and his alpha steps in. Jungkook watches as Namjoon takes him in from head to toe, eyes grazing over his bare skin, licking his lips in anticipation and making Jungkook's belly flip. Namjoon did not close the door behind himself and Jungkook turns his head as a second figure comes into the room. When his face is finally illuminated by the candle light, Jungkook realizes it's Kim Seokjin. Jungkook panics, quickly pulling up his robe and rushing to get off the bed. "Pack Alpha," he gasps, bowing down deeply. How embarrassing, he thinks, that the Pack Alpha had seen him this way, blood coloring his cheeks. Before he remembers that there isn't any reason for Kim Seokjin to be in his marital chambers and looks up in confusion.
Namjoon clears his throat, looking sheepish. "Hyung's here to help," he says, as if that makes sense of anything. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Help?" He asks. "Help with what?"
"I've never been with an omega before. I- I always thought it would be romantic if my mate was my first and my last one. But... well- I... I want it to be good for you, Jungkook-ah. But I don't know how to make it good. So, I asked hyung to help. To teach me," he explains in a rush.
Jungkook's mouth falls open in disbelief. He looks at the other man. Jungkook knew of Kim Seokjin, but he didn't know him well. Growing up, he'd always been aware of the Pack Alpha's son, destined to take over someday, and he had three years ago. But they weren't friends. There were too many years dividing them. Jungkook would turn 19 summer's old this September and Seokjin had lived through 36. There was grey peppered through his hair already and he'd had countless omegas, Jungkook knew. The omegas talked and it was known, that Kim Seokjin never left anyone unsatisfied, even if curiously he hadn't mated any of them yet.
The man meets his gaze, his eyes soft. "I thought Namjoon had told you, Jungkook-ah," He said, throwing a sharp glare at his cousin, before looking at him again. "If you want me to leave, I'll leave, and have Namjoon figure it out on his own. But if you allow me to stay, I'd... I'd like to make it good for you," he says seriously.
"Does that mean you'll fuck me first?" Jungkook blurts, blushing.
"Ah," the Pack Alpha chuckles. "Not unless you ask me to. But I'll help Namjoon fuck you well."
Shockingly, Jungkook feels himself slicking up. His body already on board, even if his mind was still struggling to catch up. If the way both alphas took in a deep breath was any indication, they knew as well.
He couldn't say no, could he? The Pack Alpha was offering his generous help. Wouldn't he seem ungrateful? Wouldn't the Pack Alpha take great offense? Perhaps it would even be to the detriment of his mate's position in the pack hierarchy. And Namjoon only wanted to make their first mating a pleasant experience for him, didn't he? Omegas often talked about their first times being disappointing, or worst case, painful experiences. How they didn't release or even bled on a knot. Wasn't it a positive thing, that his mate wanted to be guided by someone more experienced to avoid such an outcome? He feels a spike of arousal in his belly. His omega is pleased at that idea.
Jungkook nods solemnly, grasping onto his robe to conceal the shaking of his hands.
Seokjin nods as well. "Okay, Jungkook-ah. I'll be back here to start with, alright? If you want me to leave at any point, if you want either of us to stop, just say so, yes?"
"Yes."
Seokjin points Namjoon to his mate, giving the first directive. "Go scent your omega, Namjoon-ah. Be thorough."
Namjoon steps close, smiling at Jungkook in the way that made him first fall in love. A gentle smile that reaches his eyes. A smile that makes his dimples pop. He curls his fingers around Jungkook's wrists, pulling them up from where they were gripping onto his robes. He turns Jungkook's arms around, so he's palms up. Namjoon presses a soft kiss to his left palm, then his right, before trailing his lips up to his wrists and pressing a kiss over his scent glands. He rubs their wrists together next, transferring his cardamom and tonka scent to Jungkook's skin. Jungkook's breath catches. He has never been scented by an alpha before, well, apart from his father. He knows some omegas do it before mating, to test the "chemistry". But Jungkook was raised a proper omega, so he hadn't let Namjoon leave his scent until now. He likes it, he likes his alpha's scent on him a lot. His omega does too, purring inside his chest.
"You're so cute, Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips, before ducking down to his neck. He rubs his cheek across his scent gland there, across the fresh mating bite he'd given him at the ceremony earlier. The kisses Namjoon leaves across his neck and throat are soft at first, but they turn fierce fast. The alpha leaves open mouthed kisses and licks on his skin, before he starts sucking on his scent gland, as if he couldn't get enough. As if he wanted to drink Jungkook's scent, coat his insides with it, too. Jungkook's head was spinning, he felt scent drunk. His omega growing ecstatic, the more their scents mixed. The more you couldn't tell their individual notes apart. Jungkook promises himself, that he will keep it that way from now till forever.
Suddenly, Namjoon drops down to his knees, Jungkook's eyes following. He trails his hands up from Jungkook's feet to his thighs, sending shivers down Jungkook's spine. He drags his hands and wrists across the scent glands of Jungkook's inner thighs. Alpha's so close to there, almost touching him where Jungkook's hot and wet. Jungkook holds his breath as Namjoon presses his face between his thighs, breathing him in, but before he can dive deeper, Pack Alpha speaks up, "Stop."
Seokjin tsks. "You haven't even properly kissed your omega yet, pup. Get up," he commands.
Namjoon does as he's told and springs back to his feet. An obedient puppy for his hyung. Jungkook's eyes grow large, seeing a new side of his alpha.
"That's good. He did well, right, omega?"
Jungkook nods dumbfoundedly, his eyes flickering to Namjoon's lips, plump and reddened from all the kisses he'd sucked onto Jungkook's neck, before he looks into his eyes.
"Perfect," Seokjin takes a few steps forward. "I think your omega wants to be kissed, Namjoon. Isn't that right, Jungkook?"
Jungkook nods again, seemingly having lost his voice for now. Namjoon surges forward, pressing their lips together. Jungkook lets himself be kissed, several pecks pressed to his mouth, a tongue licking at his lips occasionally and tries to reciprocate as much as he can.
"Well, that's sweet. But kiss your mate properly, Namjoon-ah," Seokjin interjects.
Namjoon breaks their kiss, looking confused. "What do you mean, hyung? I'm kissing him properly."
Seokjin laughs, surprised. "Do you not know the difference between a peck and a kiss, pup?"
Namjoon looks chastised, red coloring his cheeks in embarrassment. Seokjin stands next to them now. He lifts his hand to card his fingers through Namjoon's hair. "I'm sorry, pup. Hyung didn't mean to laugh at you. I'll show you the difference," he says, before his hand curls at Namjoon's nape, pulling him towards Seokjin. Jungkook watches as the two alphas meet in a kiss. Seokjin's plush lips press against his mate's insistently, deeply. His hand moves across Namjoon's jaw, before a thumb presses his chin down gently, forcing his mouth open. Jungkook sees Pack Alpha's tongue lick into Joon's mouth. The kiss turns hungry, sensual. Seokjin presses closer, kissing his alpha so thoroughly, swallowing every moan that left his lips. Slick starts to trail down Jungkook's thigh, making him cross his legs, yearning for something to press against.
Seokjin pulls away and Namjoon follows after his lips, but he's stopped by a firm hand, tapping Namjoon's cheek fondly. "You understand the difference now?"
"Yes, hyung."
"Good, then kiss your omega like that."
The next kiss Jungkook receives is unlike any he experienced before. He shivers as Namjoon's tongue brushes against his, slow and tentative at first, untrained and searching for a rhythm. Jungkook's fingers curl into the fabric of the alpha's shirt, holding tightly. Small whimpers leave his mouth, because he doesn't know how else to vocalize that he likes it, and Namjoon grows more confident. Jungkook feels like his alpha is devouring him, his tongue teasing. Jungkook tries to reciprocate as best as he can, but mostly he just lets himself be kissed intensely, his heart thudding in his chest.
Jungkook feels a hand on his waist, caressing his belly as it moves closer to the knot tying his robes together. The hand pulls on one end, unravelling it and tugging the belt away. Namjoon and Jungkook break their kiss and both of them look to Seokjin, who's standing next to them, the white piece of fabric in hand.
Namjoon lifts his hands to Jungkook's shoulders, pushing the robe off them and Jungkook lets it cascade down his body, falling to his feet. He stands in front of both alphas now, fully naked, resisting the urge to cover up with his hands.
"Beautiful," Seokjin comments.
"Gorgeous," Namjoon breathes.
Their eyes trail from Jungkook's flushed chest and hard little nipples to his small waist, his toned and pretty belly, to his soft hips and thick thighs. Their gaze linger on the fat mound between his legs, waxed and smooth because Jungkook preferred it that way. The omega is a sight for sore eyes. A mixture of hard and soft in all the right places.
Namjoon pushes forward eagerly, his arm curl around Jungkook's waist, as he peppers kisses onto his collarbones and chest. Jungkook gasps in surprise as his mouth moves down to one of his nipples, flicking his tongue at the nub, before sucking it into his mouth.
"Good instinct, pup," Seokjin teases. "But then I guess it hasn't been so long since you've last suckled on a teat."
Namjoon pulls away to glare at the Pack Alpha. "Hyung," he whines, making Seokjin chuckle.
"Why don't you lie down, Jungkook-ah. Here," he taps at the end of the bed. "Close to the edge."
Jungkook does as he's told, pressing his knees together as the alphas stood over him. Seokjin's hot palm meets his knee, nudging it to the side. "Let us see, baby."
Jungkook obeys, his scent spiking as he lets his legs fall open. All eyes move to Jungkook's core, where his omegahood is wet and plump with need. "Fuck," Namjoon comments, voice raspy with arousal. "You're so wet already."
Jungkook throbs between his legs and feels more slick drool out of him. "You're usually more eloquent, Namjoon-ah," Seokjin says, before meeting Jungkook's eyes. "You've got a gorgeous cunt, Jungkook-ah."
Cunt. Jungkook's never had his omegahood referred to that way. He feels both ashamed and delighted at the compliment. Gorgeous, his cunt is gorgeous. Pack Alpha likes his cunt. He spreads his legs further, presenting his pussy more as his omega was preening. Namjoon is frozen, seemingly unable to tear his eyes from it, staring openly at the omega laid out in front of him. It only stokes the flames inside of Jungkook.
Suddenly, he feels a hand at the cusp where his thigh meets his omegahood, caressing the skin there. So close to where he wants to be touched. Jungkook follows the arm up to Seokjin's face. The Pack Alpha's eyes have grown dark and hungry. The hand moves, and then two fingers are spreading him open, revealing his pink insides. Jungkook gasps. The smell of peonies and lychee intensifies. "Some people refer to cunts as flowers. And in your case they'd be correct, wouldn't they, Jungkook-ah? It surely smells and looks like a flower."
"Hyung, please," Jungkook pleads, burning with want.
"Please what, baby?"
Jungkook opens his mouth, and closes it again. He doesn't know what he wants, but he wants. He feels a bit humiliated, lying here on the night of his mating, bared for the eyes of another alpha and begging to be touched. But the arousal encompassing his body is a stronger sensation. "You don't even know, what you're asking for, hm?" Seokjin's tone was faux-sympathetic, almost condescending now, and his fingers did not move an inch.
Jungkook whines, slapping down his hand on the mattress in frustration. He doesn't know what he's asking for, yes, but the Pack Alpha knows. Why isn't he doing anything?
"Ah-ah, don't get bratty now, omega. Tell hyung what you want," he taunts further.
The omega whines more, his cunt clenching at the cruelty. "Just- agh, just do something! Alpha, please. Touch me!"
Seokjin takes this as permission to move, pushing a finger past the omega's tight entrance. He slides in surprisingly easy, since his cunt is slicked up abundantly. Jungkook shakes at his first penetration, but Seokjin doesn't wait for him to get used to the feeling, instead dragging his finger out and over his folds, circling his wet finger around his clit. Jungkook squirms as if electrocuted, trying to push Seokjin's hand away and close his legs. But another pair of hands stop him from doing so. "You asked Seokjin-hyung to touch you, Jungkook-ah. He's just giving you what you asked for. Don't be impolite," Namjoon chastises, Jungkook burns.
"He's so tight, Namjoon-ah. A true virginal cunt. You're so lucky to be the first one to break it in," Seokjin comments, as his fingers still press down and rub his clit torturously. "We need to get him ready properly, or else he'll bleed on your knot. The best way to do that is with your mouth."
"With my mouth?"
"It's okay, pup, hyung will do it. You just watch and learn, alright?" And with that, Seokjin drops to his knees in front of Jungkook's pussy, pulling him closer to the edge. His omega is shocked at the sight, unbelieving that he had brought the Pack Alpha to his knees. Before he can make up his mind, he feels the alpha's breath ghost over his omegahood. Jungkook's mind and body go haywire. Why is alpha down on his knees? Why is his face so close to his pussy? What is he going to do? His opening clenches and drools, his heart seems to throb in his clit.
His bewilderment reaches a new height, when the alpha buries his face in his cunt. He feels a tongue dip into his hole briefly, before it drags up through his folds and reaches his clit, licking over it a few times and then sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook shouts. "Oh lord! Ah, ah, alpha alpha alpha!"
He snaps his mouth shut, when Seokjin's chest rumbles with a deep growl. He feels the vibrations of it against his cunt, sending shivers up his body. He starts shaking, feeling utterly overwhelmed, yet better than he's ever felt before. His hips buck up into the alpha's mouth, his omega chanting more more more, before the alpha pushes him down and holds him there, forcing him to take whatever he gives him. Whimpers fall from his lips uncontrollably, slick pooling under him and wetting the alpha's chin.
"God, virgin cunts taste the best," Seokjin groans, pressing kisses all over his vulva and his sensitive clit, making Jungkook moan. "They react the best, too. So vocal," he adds, the amusement in his voice forcing a tiny cry of embarrassment out of Jungkook.
Seokjin dives back in and Jungkook's hand flies down to his hair, grasping onto his locks as his eyes flutter shut at the warm flick of his tongue. Seokjin laps and sucks at his cunt, seemingly enjoying the act as much as Jungkook, if the deep, satisfied alpha rumble coming from his chest is anything to go by. The filthy slurping noises reaching his ears made him blush and look up at Namjoon, to see how his alpha was faring. Namjoon is entirely focused on what his hyung is doing, seemingly taking mental notes to replicate the act at a later date. Jungkook feels his belly flip at the idea. He can't wait to feel Namjoon's plush lips on his cunt now that he had a taste of the act. He assumes his alpha would be entirely eager and utterly enthusiastic.
He whimpers as Seokjin presses his finger into his cunt again, this time fucking it in and out, as his mouth keeps working on him. A second finger joins the first one. This time the entrance feels a bit tighter, but still not painful. Jungkook gasps as the fingers press into a sweet spot inside him, making his thighs quiver and his head spin. He closes his eyes and focuses entirely on the feeling, sparks flying beneath his lids. He can't help the gasp that leaves him as a third long finger joins the others soon enough, dragging on his insides heavenly. Seokjin speeds up his movements a little, sending electric zaps through his body as his tongue flicks against his clit just right. The sensations build up; the scents, the sounds, the touches build up until he explodes. Intense arousal courses through him and his legs shake, his cunt gushes. Eventually Seokjin stops fucking his fingers into him as Jungkook grows too sensitive and pulls them out. His tongue moves down to catch every drop of slick gushing out of him, sucking at his hole as Jungkook twitches with the aftershocks.
Seokjin looks up, taking him in, all pink after his climax and gasping to catch his breath. Jungkook watches as he lifts his soiled fingers. "Namjoon, lick," he says simply and the alpha dives mouth open, sucking Seokjin's fingers into his mouth, licking his slick off of them. He hums approvingly, as if he's tasting something delicious, and Jungkook groans. They were trying to kill him.
"I took his first orgasm. I hope that's alright, pup," Seokjin says. He taps the omega's hip gently. "At least he's all open and ready for you now."
"Can I, hyung?" Namjoon asks, all coy, as if needing permission, his hands already on the waistband of his pants.
"Yeah, take your omega now, Joon. I'll guide you, if needed."
A smile blooms on Namjoon's beautiful face, his figurative tail wagging in excitement. He drops his pants and since he's not wearing any underwear, Jungkook catches an eyeful of his cock. His eyes widen, in both horror and delight. Big big big, his omega purrs, it will fill us up so well. Breed us full with pups. There's a terrifying second thought, he's going to break us.
"Scoot up, baby," Seokjin tells him, tapping on his hip again to get his attention. He helps Jungkook move up the bed, placing a pillow under his head.
"Hyung, shouldn't I present?" Jungkook asks shyly. Seokjin pushes the hair back from Jungkook's face, scratching his scalp gently.
"Not today, omega. We want to see your pretty face," he answers sweetly, bopping his nose, putting a shy smile on Jungkook's lips.
In the meantime, Namjoon had discarded his shirt, now fully naked. He crawls up the bed and between Jungkook's legs, his hands settling on his thighs. "Ready?"
"Yes, alpha. Please fuck me. I've been waiting so long," Jungkook replies, immediately blushing at his own words and resisting the urge to hide his face in the pillows. Both alphas moan, so at least it has the intended effect.
"Go slow, pup. Be careful. I stretched him out, but you're huge," Seokjin warns.
Namjoon nods in understanding, before pressing his cock to Jungkook's entrance and keeping it there, smearing the head with his slick. Jungkook pushes against it, desperate to feel the weight of it inside him. His cunt clenches hard, pushing more and more slick out of him, wetting the tip of his alpha's cock.
"Look at that cunt," Seokjin says, stroking Jungkook's hip affectionately. "It wants your cock so bad, pup. Don't tease."
Jungkook's head tilts back in a moan as Namjoon finally pushes into him, his entrance stretching impossibly to accomodate the thickness. He gasps at the sudden pressure as Namjoon slowly inches forward, Seokjin's hand still caressing his hip soothingly and telling him you're taking it so well, omega. You're so good for your alpha. Perfect cunt, perfect bitch.
His breath hitches when Namjoon finally bottoms out and stays there, letting Jungkook get used to being speared open. His cunt clenches desperately, unused to having something this deep. Namjoon bends over, covering Jungkook with his big body, to press kisses to his forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. He kisses him deeply, trying to distract Jungkook from the pain until it turns to something else. "Perfect for me, Jungkook-ah. You feel so good. Your cunt was made for my cock."
Jungkook kisses back needily, his alpha wiping away the tears rolling down his cheeks. Jungkook's just feeling so much. He tilts his head as his alpha burrows his face into his neck, nuzzling against his scent gland and releasing calming pheromones.
"You want me to move, baby?"
"Yes, please," Jungkook answers, clenching around the thick length, trying to adjust to it. Namjoon moans in response, his cock pulsing inside his cunt.
Namjoon starts sliding out, and his omega perks up in protest no no alpha needs to stay inside, needs to breed us full, making Jungkook whimpers and tightens his legs around Namjoon's hips to keep him buried deep.
He only calms down when the alpha thrusts back in, his body sinking back into the sheets. But Namjoon's pace is too uncoordinated at first to give him real pleasure, then he speeds up, fucking into the omega way too fast, overwhelming him.
"Slow down, pup," Seokjin orders, moving from Jungkook's side to Namjoon's back. He presses his front to the alpha, aligning their bodies, his hands settling on Namjoon's hips. He starts thrusting, guiding Namjoon's cock in and out of Jungkook, setting the pace. Jungkook's cunt throbs at the sight of the two alphas, Seokjin's dark gaze fixed on his face as his lips press to Namjoon's shoulder. "Yes, good, just like that," he says, encouraging the alpha to keep moving like that.
Namjoon adapts to the right rhythm with Seokjin's help, guided by the sounds of pleasure falling from the omega's lips. Jungkook feels a euphoric feeling wash over him as he gets fucked for the first time in his life. By his big, perfect alpha.
"Don't just thrust in and out, roll your hips a little bit," Seokjin instructs, grinding his own hips against Namjoon's ass and Namjoon follows, drawing a pretty moan out of the omega.
Jungkook looks down at the place where they're connected, where the alpha's cock meets his pussy, where his entrance is stretched thin and dragging on his length as he fucks it in and out of him, like it doesn't want to let go. It's the most natural thing in the world, many omegas have done it before him, but it looks so filthy. Jungkook feels himself blush for the umpteenth time. At the same time, a burst of arousal shakes through his body. Humiliation and lust warring inside of him.
"Does it feel good, Jungkook-ah? Do you like it?" His alpha asks, needing reassurance.
"Yes, alpha, your cock feels so good in my cunt," Jungkook whispers.
"Where it belongs," Seokjin adds, making both Jungkook and Namjoon moan.
"Tell me, tell me how you feel, omega," Namjoon instructs between thrusts, voice deep.
"Alpha's cock is so deep inside of me, I can- I can feel the tip kissing my cervix with each thrust."
"Yeah? That's where my seed will go. I want to breed you full, omega. Want to mark your insides, want you round with my pups," Namjoon gasps. Jungkook whimpers, he wants it, too. Needs it. Namjoon snaps his hips hard and fast, his cock dragging on that sweet spot inside him, fucking him into the mattress. Jungkook feels a pressure building in his lower belly, tiny moans fucked out of him with every thrust.
"Want your knot, alpha. Want you to plug me, so nothing escapes, so it takes."
He meets Namjoon's gaze, full of lust and pleasure. "Close," the alpha grunts.
"Touch his clit," Seokjin directs from behind Namjoon, who gasps, "Can't. You do it, hyung."
So Seokjin reaches around Namjoon, their hips still fucking into Jungkook in unison, and thumbs at his clit. "Ah, Joon. Hyung. Alpha!" Jungkook gasps, incoherent.
"My knot," Namjoon grunts, and Seokjin's hand moves down, feeling the base of Namjoon's cock.
"Yeah, it's growing," he confirms, massaging the skin. "Keep fucking."
Namjoon keeps grinding into Jungkook, his pelvis meeting his clit with sharp thrusts, sending jolts through him. He can only keep gasping and moaning, pleasure building in his lower belly, his skin tingling in anticipation. He's no longer a stranger to orgasms and knows that he's close.
"Alright, you can fuck your knot inside now, pup, before it grows too big. We don't wan't to hurt Jungkookie," Seokjin says, as his fingers let go of Namjoon's cock, his hips pressing the alpha impossibly closer, forcing Jungkook's legs to spread wider.
The shock of the knot breaching him makes Jungkook come instantly, sending pleasure waves through his body. His toes curl, his hands grip the sheets desperately, as his cunt clenches and clenches and clenches. It takes away Namjoon's breath, his knot growing larger inside his omega's tight wet heat, locking them together. He grinds his knot against his walls, unable to pull out anymore, until he comes with a loud erotic groan. Jungkook feels his alpha's cock pulse inside of him, feels his cum spill inside of him, filling his cunt to the brim.
Namjoon's body collapses on top of him, his big chest pressing down on Jungkook, all sweaty and warm. His alpha pants against his ear, letting out wrecked, breathless moans. The omega feels so full, so safe, so grounded. He is covered in his alpha, inside and out.
"I popped alpha's cherry," Jungkook purrs, utterly satisfied and gloating. Namjoon groans and releases another spurt of cum inside him, pulling a giggle out of Jungkook.
"You did well, pup," Seokjin's hand was caressing Namjoon's back fondly, before meeting Jungkook's doe eyes from where they were peeking across the alpha's shoulder cutely, "You were perfect, omega."
Jungkook squirms at the compliment, tugging at Namjoon's knot and punching another moan out of him. "Stay still," the alpha groans, pressing down their connected hips, "or I'm gonna go feral." Jungkook's eyes widen innocently, pressing a kiss to his alpha's cheek in apology.
They lie like that for a while, cuddling and kissing softly, as Seokjin strokes both their hair. Pack Alpha smells really nice, Jungkook thinks, bergamot with a hint of black pepper. Fresh. A bit of spice that tickles at the back of your nose.
Namjoon's knot goes down eventually and his soft cock slides out of Jungkook, making some of the cum spill out. Jungkook whines at the loss, but Namjoon shuts him up with a kiss. "Don't worry, omega, I'll give you more. Whenever you want," he promises with a cocky smile. Jungkook leans up to lick at his dimple. Stupid, sexy alpha. His.
They both sit up, dishevelled, messy and sticky, and both look at Seokjin with wide, lost eyes. "A hot bath, to get you both cleaned up?" Pack Alpha asks and Jungkook opens his mouth to agree, before his eyes fall on the big bulge of Seokjin's pants.
"You didn't release, alpha?" He asks, without thinking.
"Ah, don't mind it. It'll go down," Seokjin answers, sounding a bit bashful.
Jungkook and Namjoon's eyes meet in a silent conversations, before they both fix their gaze on their hyung, a mischiveous glint in their eyes.
"You could use Jungkook's mouth, hyung," Namjoon suggests eagerly, "You know, since he's never done that before either."
"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, nodding enthusiastically, "to teach me."
Seokjin's shakes his head in disbelief, laughing. "Wah, I've created two monsters," he says, but noticeably doesn't decline.
Instead he pops the button on his pants and pulls down the zipper as we walks up to the bed. Jungkook feels saliva pooling in his mouth as the alpha pushes down his pants and underwear all at once, revealing his pretty cock. It's big, too, and Jungkook wonders if all alphas are so well endowed or just his. It differs from Namjoon's a bit, it's not as thick and pinker. The tip matches the color of Seokjin-hyung's plush lips, precum beading at the slit, looking delicious.
"Come here," Seokjin tells Jungkook, who moves instantly, putting his face level with Pack Alpha's cock. He opens his mouth obediently, a bit of tongue peeking out and looks up at the alpha from under his lashes, awaiting further instruction.
"Fuck," Seokjin groans at the sight of him, taking his cock into his hand to point it at Jungkook's lips. "Lick."
Jungkook flicks his tongue at the slit, licking up the precum collecting there and immediately scrunches up his nose, shuddering. "Yuck. I don't like that," he blurts, making Seokjin laugh.
"Yeah, it's not as pleasant as omega slick, but you'll get used to it."
Jungkook pouts, but bends down again to take the cockhead into his mouth, suckling at it. He hears Namjoon groan loudly, clearly pleased at the sight. Seokjin inches forward, feeding more and more of his length into his mouth, until Jungkook's nose met his crotch. "Huh, no gag reflex. You're just the perfect bitch, aren't you?"
The omega moans around the cock in his mouth, blushing at the filthy words. The ambiguity of the alpha makes his head spin. How was he so sweet one moment and so filthy the next?
"Okay, move back and forth, omega. Keep your throat loose and your lips tight, okay? Try to use your tongue."
Jungkook tries. What he lacks in knowledge and experience, he tries to make up in enthusiasm. He fucks his mouth back and forth on the alpha's cock, pressing his tongue flat against the shaft. He drools and moans needily around the thick girth, even more so when he realizes the vibrations feel really pleasurable for the alpha, answered with moans and growls of his own.
"Lord, Jungkook, your lips-," the alpha chokes out, "such a good mouth, so wet and warm."
Jungkook whines at the compliment, tears collecting on his lower lash line. "You look so beautiful with a cock down your throat, omega," Namjoon praises from the side, judging from the noises he was stroking his own cock at the sight, hard again.
Jungkook presses his head closer, feeling the cockhead deep in his throat. The cock in his mouth twitches heavily and Jungkook swallows around it, receiving a deep growl in return. A hand settles on his head, pulling at his hair and guiding him back and forth on the cock, setting the pace. The sounds reaching Jungkook's ears are so sloppy, that he almost covers them with his hands in shame. "Such a good omega. Mouth made for alpha cock."
Seokjin bucks into the sloppy heat of his mouth for a while and Jungkook just enjoys having the weight on his tongue. He likes having things in his mouth. He's a bit dazed and whines in protest, when Seokjin starts to pull out. The alpha pats his head placatingly. "I'm gonna come, Jungkook-ah. And you won't like the taste," he explains, sounding fucked out. "I'm gonna cum on your pretty little tits instead, okay?"
Jungkook blinks dumbly and watches the alpha stroke his cock quickly a few more times, before he comes with a groan. The alpha's seed spurts out of his cockhead, covering Jungkook's chest and throat, marking him with the alpha's scent from the most intimate source.
"Fuck," Seokjin groans, his hands pressing down on his knot, so it doesn't expand. Knotting outside of an omega is usually a painful experience.
Jungkook looks down on himself, touching the sticky spend covering him, hating the texture. The pout on his face must be deadly, because both alphas move to find something to wipe his skin with. "Are you okay, Jungkook-ah?"
"From now on alphas are only allowed to come inside my pussy," he replies, seemingly sending both alphas into cardiac arrest.
Namjoon clears his throat. "Your word is my command, baby," he says, pointing down to his hard cock.
"How about you ride him this time, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin suggests.
"Ride?"
"Yeah, sit on his cock. Come."
Jungkook crawls towards Namjoon, placing his knees on the outside of his thick honey thighs with Seokjin's guidance. Pack Alpha curls his fingers around Namjoon's cock next, punching a surprised moan out of him, and holds it up for Jungkook's convenience. "Scoot forward," he tells Jungkook.
Seokjin positions the cockhead at his entrance and instructs Jungkook to slowly sit down, until his butt meets Namjoon's lap.
"Shit," Namjoon gasps, "I'm gonna bust in seconds." Jungkook giggles against his alpha's chest, feeling the same. Somehow he feels even fuller in this position, the cock pressing against his belly. He looks down, pressing his fingers against the new bulge formed against his abs, making his alpha hiss. "Yeah, I'm not gonna last at all."
A large hand lands on his lower back, and Seokjin's voice close to his ear whispers, "Move your hips, Jungkook-ah. Grind your clit against Namjoon's crotch."
Jungkook does it, lazily rolling his hips against his alpha, his sensitive walls clinging to the alpha's cock tightly. He nuzzles his face against Namjoon's neck, licking and dragging his small canines across the still-fresh mating bite. He spreads his scent and the remnants of Seokjin's cum on his alpha, his chest rumbling with possessive purrs. He sucks several bruises on Namjoon's throat, feeling the alphas moans vibrate under his lips. "I love you, Jungkook-ah," Namjoon whispers into his hair, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"Love you, Namjoon-hyung," Jungkook murmurs breathlessly against his throat.
Namjoon pulls his face up, their lips meeting in a deep kiss, the alpha licking into Jungkook's mouth sensually. Jungkook moans, body burning and clenching tighter around the alpha's cock. They grind their hips together, both weak and sensitive, but it's still enough. They both come at the same time, when Namjoon pulls at his hips, pushing his knot inside, Jungkook's clit rubbing against slick skin. Jungkook bites into the mating mark, muffling his moan and making Namjoon yelp in pain. But the alpha seems to like the pain, since his cock pulses inside of Jungkook.
The alpha's arms curl around the omega, holding him tight, hugging and stroking his back affectionately. "I'm glad I waited you for you, Jungkook-ah," he says and Jungkook kisses him in reply, clenching around his knot.
"I'm gonna run the bath," Seokjin says, leaving the mated pair to bask in their bliss.
"Thank you, Seokjin-hyung," they both reply against each other's skin.