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The loud, electronic beat that was vibrating up his entire body was doing absolutely nothing for his crappy mood. In a normal circumstance, he should be shaking with excitement the moment he entered the club. But instead, the dreadful news his dear father just dumped at him an hour ago kept circling his mind, further worsening his temper.
Damn his life.
Given that it was a Friday night, the club was packed to the brim. And the mixture of smell permeating the entire hall was dizzying—at least to an omega like him who had a very sensitive nose. Or maybe, it was because his heat just finished yesterday, making him more sensitive than usual.
Yoongi scrunched his nose before covering it with his sleeve. There were alphas, betas, and omegas everywhere—all part of the highest elite society, composed of well-known celebrities, children of conglomerates, billionaires, and basically everyone loaded with an absurd amount of money.
The Champagne Room, as his best friend named the club, was the most expensive one in Seoul—which meant not everyone could afford it. Every single detail was high-end and screamed luxury. From the vast entrance hall to the gold-plated bar counters, to the circular stage in the middle of the wide dance floor filled with neon lights, and the VIP lounges scattered around the first floor.
The club was overlooked by an upper level, where more VIP rooms could be found. And further down the halls, specific rooms were designed for more… intimate purposes.
But like a scene in a normal club, everyone was mingling together, drinking, dancing, making-out, and god-knows-what more.
Yoongi breezed through the crowd, making sure that his oversized black hoodie was covering the better part of his face. He didn’t want to be recognized by anyone. Especially when he just snuck out of his room and hid from his bodyguards to go here.
He aimed for the private dressing room where he knew his best friend was waiting for him. When he opened the door, Hoseok immediately stood up and greeted him. His best friend was dressed formally in a pair of gray suit and slacks, looking very much like the wealthy club owner he was.
Yoongi grew up with Hoseok, although the beta was five years older than him. Their mothers were best friends, so there wasn’t very much of a choice on their parts. Like Yoongi’s older alpha brother, Hoseok had an older alpha sister. Both were set to inherit their respective companies.
But as a beta, Hoseok had the freedom to do whatever he wanted, which led him to start a business using his passion—dancing and socializing. He wasn’t expected to help in managing their company because he was not an alpha, and he wasn’t groomed to be married off to some wealthy alpha heir because he was not an omega.
Unlike Yoongi.
“What happened?” Hoseok asked as he tugged Yoongi’s wrist and strode back to the sofa. Hoseok sat down and patted the empty spot beside him.
Yoongi quickly dropped on the cushion, while the beta looked worriedly at him. Hoseok added, “You look like you’re about to kill someone.”
Yoongi laughed humorlessly. “Actually, that’s a very good idea.”
Hoseok frowned. “What is it? You don’t usually go here during Fridays.”
Because Yoongi favored Saturdays, when the club was at its peak. If he wanted to perform, he preferred to do it with the biggest crowd. Mainly for louder cheers, for larger audience, for more hungry eyes on him.
Yoongi delighted with the attention.
He couldn’t perform weekly because his parents rarely let him go outside. He would usually pester Hoseok to lie to his mother that they were having a ‘best friend sleepover’ in the beta’s penthouse. But instead, they would go to the club so Yoongi could perform.
Secretly, of course.
Among all the performers, Yoongi was the only one who wore a mask that covered the upper half of his face. It added to his enigma, to people’s curiosity and interest on him. Not like they could easily recognize him without the mask.
“Are your parents aware you’re not in the mansion?” Hoseok asked again, voice getting more anxious now. “Where are your bodyguards?”
Yoongi drawled, “I may or may not have slipped their drinks with sleeping pills.”
Hoseok cursed. “How did you get here?”
“I booked a cab.”
“Damn, Yoongi! Your parents will kill me if they found out you’re here! I was already hanging by a thread every time I let you perform in my club!”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen. First of all, my parents won’t be back from Japan until next week. Second, I’m always careful. Third, the people here didn’t even know me.”
His parents hid him from the public on purpose, saying something about Yoongi being a hidden gem that no one should taint, reserved only for the alpha he was fated to mate.
He loved his parents and his older brother, yes. They spoiled him and adored him so much, raising him with the best family anyone could ask for. But sometimes, he felt like he was suffocating.
As the youngest omega of a very influential clan, Yoongi had been sheltered all his life. He had no friends beside Hoseok and Namjoon—one of his personal attendants who also grew up with him. Without the two betas, Yoongi wouldn’t experience half the things a normal twenty-year-old should.
“Fine. But tell me what happened. Now,” Hoseok said sternly.
Yoongi’s chest rose with a heavy breath. Then he whispered, “They’re marrying me off.”
“What?!”
Yoongi nodded grimly, tears now welling in his eyes. “My father called me earlier. He said they found the perfect alpha for me. And they’ll set a meeting so I can officially meet him when they’re back.”
He knew the choice of his mate wasn’t his in the first place. Growing up, Yoongi was actually fine with it. Arranged mating was common between clans to ensure connections and maintain bloodlines. His mother, an omega male like him, was given to his father by his clan to save their business. But his parents made their marriage work and eventually fell madly in love with each other.
That was also how it happened to his older brother. Now, his hyung had a three-year-old alpha daughter with his loving mate.
So it wasn’t that bad. It could happen to him, too. And he could learn to fall in love with his future mate.
But—
Yoongi’s lips wobbled.
“Oh, sweetie,” Hoseok murmured as he reached for Yoongi and hugged him. Yoongi buried his face on his best friend’s neck. Being a beta, Hoseok didn’t have a very strong scent, but Yoongi could still smell the faint cinnamon with a hint of almonds. “Did your father mention a name?”
Yoongi wished he didn’t, if only for his peace of mind. But he did, so excitedly at that.
“It’s Park Jimin.”
“Shit,” Hoseok swore under his breath. “The Park Jimin we know? The notorious player?”
“Yes. I don’t know how their clan managed to convince my parents… But—but Jimin is…”
“Your enemy number one,” Hoseok finished for him.
“That asshole,” Yoongi hissed. “Did he know this? I thought he hates me, too!”
He met Park Jimin a few times in some social events he was permitted to attend. And true to his best friend’s word, the alpha was a total flirt. Yoongi was eighteen when he first met him. And the first thing the bastard did was to sway him with words just to get inside his pants.
Of course, he wasn’t successful. The only thing he’d gotten out of Yoongi was a bleeding nose from the omega’s punch and a ton of raging insults that would rot all the milk in the world.
Jimin had despised him since then. Or so he thought.
“Jimin is a catch, though. At least physically and financially,” Hoseok mused. “He should be twenty-eight by now, so he’d take over their company soon. Maybe that’s why he’s ready to settle down with an omega.”
“Settle down, my ass,” Yoongi scoffed. “I’m sure the bastard will sleep around as long as he lives.”
When his father gave him the name, Yoongi’s dream of falling in love with his alpha shattered like a thousand shards of glass in the ground.
“But you still find him attractive,” Hoseok teased him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think of him during your heats because I know you did, sweetie.”
Yoongi’s cheeks flushed.
Well, objectively speaking, Jimin was very attractive. The alpha couldn’t sleep around that much if he wasn’t. But he was still an annoying two-faced bastard!
“That doesn’t matter! I hate him!” Yoongi groaned.
“What are you going to do? It’s not like you can defy your parents.”
Yoongi grimaced. “I’ll talk to my hyung if he can find a way to change their decision…” But once his parents set their minds on something, it was very hard to convince them otherwise.
“So why are you really here?” Hoseok asked and studied him.
Yoongi huffed, but his entire face was now flushing. “If I’m really marrying that bastard, I—I need experience.”
“What experience?”
“Experience!”
Hoseok looked at him confusedly. “What are you talking about?”
“Sex, hyung! Sex!” Yoongi exclaimed.
Hoseok paused for a second, before he burst out laughing. Yoongi crossed his arms and glared at his best friend, his face now as red as a tomato.
“Oh my god, Yoongi! Did you really say that?” Hoseok gasped for breath, then continued laughing again.
Yoongi pursed his lips in a pout. “I’m serious, hyung.”
“I thought you’ll want to perform tonight,” Hoseok said. “I never imagined you’ll go here in my club looking for… a one-night stand?” Hoseok chuckled again.
“I’ll perform tonight! But this time, don’t turn down the offers for a private audience. I’ll choose among them.”
“You’re really serious?”
“I can’t lose to Park Jimin!” Yoongi grumbled. “I wouldn’t give him my first time!!”
“But you said you want your first time to be with your mate.”
“It’s different now! I don’t want him as my mate!”
Hoseok sighed. “Yoongi, this is so reckless. You know that, right?”
“I’m already twenty. I should experience that by now.”
“Your parents will kill me. Your brother, too. And Namjoon!”
“They won’t! We’ll keep this a secret!”
“No, Yoongi.”
“Please?”
“No! Your parents didn’t protect you until now for you to sleep with an alpha you barely know!”
“It’s just for tonight!”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok scolded.
“Hyung, I just want to experience it before they take away my freedom,” he said in a small voice.
“You can experience it with your alpha.”
Yoongi looked at his best friend with his puppy eyes. “Please, hyung? This is for my sanity. For my peace of mind. Please?”
Hoseok looked at him for a long moment, before sighing defeatedly. “Fine. Just be careful, okay?”
Yoongi’s lips curved in a wide grin. “Thank you, hyung!” He kissed his best friend’s cheek. “You’re the best!”
“I’ll choose among my trusted clients. And if you ever changed your mind or feel uncomfortable, you just press the red button. You know where, right?”
Yoongi nodded excitedly.
The strippers and performers in the club could be booked for a private audience, and for more intimate activities. They could be paid more that way. But Hoseok always made sure that his club was a safe environment for them, that his staff always felt secured, and they weren’t doing anything they didn’t want to do.
“I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Whatever makes my baby omega happy,” Hoseok chuckled. “Though he wouldn’t be a baby omega by the end of the night. And I might lose my pretty head tomorrow.”
Yoongi blew out his cheeks. “Don’t be dramatic and help me prepare for my show.”
“Well, I have the perfect outfit for you. Come on!”
Minutes later, Yoongi was in a pair of glimmering silver panty and bralette, paired with white leather high-heeled boots. Above it, he was wearing a metallic silver oversized dress shirt that went inches below his ass. He looked sexy, alluring, and mature. Hoseok said as much.
It was the best thing about dancing, really. Off stage, he was Min Yoongi—soft, innocent, and sheltered. Out in the spotlight, though, he was Suga—flirtatious, confident, and free.
And The Champagne Room was his own playing field, his domain where he could be someone he was not. A place where he could escape his societal status and responsibilities.
Where he could enjoy himself.
“Come here, sweetie,” Hoseok beckoned and fixed Yoongi’s clothes. “Final touches before you drive all those alphas wild.”
Yoongi smiled. He closed his eyes as Hoseok started plastering a light make-up on his face.
“Do you want a scent blocker?”
Yoongi shook his head. “No, I want them to smell me this time.”
“That’s dangerous. You know your scent isn’t that common.”
Right. Unlike other omegas with their flowery scents, Yoongi’s natural scent was fruity. He couldn’t really smell himself that much, but Hoseok and Namjoon said he smelled like a ripe strawberry.
“Then just a bit?” Yoongi suggested. “Only so they can still smell me faintly.”
“You’re really out to seduce some alphas, huh?”
Yoongi grinned.
After securing his silver mask, Yoongi and Hoseok headed to the ground floor where other performers were just coming off after their dance. Since the circular stage was right in the middle of the dance floor, the preparation area was located underground. There was a raised platform where the next performer would stand, and it would then bring them up on the stage to start their performance.
Yoongi stood on the said platform and started stretching.
Hoseok smiled proudly at him. “Should we bring out the pole now?”
“Yes, please.”
Hoseok himself was the one who secretly taught Yoongi how to perform. Yoongi started dancing when he was sixteen, when Hoseok first opened the club. His best friend was a very great dancer. On stage, Hoseok moved like liquid sex; off it, he was a very encouraging mentor and a great boss to his employees.
Watching his best friend dance was half of the reason Yoongi had started dancing. And among all the dance he’d mastered, he was particularly enamored with using the pole.
And he knew he was good at it.
The loud bass of the club music died off slowly. In its place, there was a moment of silence, as if everyone were holding their breaths.
As they should.
Because when Yoongi appeared in that stage, he would be taking their breaths away.
“Ready?” Hoseok asked.
Yoongi grinned. “As I’ll ever be.”
His best friend smirked at him. “Go get them, tiger.”
Then the platform rose slowly to the stage, the spotlight on him.
The only sound was his high-heeled boots that clicked loudly on the floor as he made his way to the pole on the center of the stage.
The crowd cheered when a slow, sensual song started to play and Yoongi began to dance subtly, moving his hips in perfect rhythm, expressing himself using his body.
Yoongi looked around and smiled in perfect imitation of bemused curiosity, making sure to sway his hips as he teased the buttons of his dress shirt, caressing his bare smooth legs before raising his arms above his head so the audience could peek at his silver underwear.
The smell of excitement rose.
He played and teased for a while, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. But when the bass dropped low, that’s also when his last button came undone and his cover-up came off, causing the crowd to raise its collective voice to a roar.
The spotlight flooded over him, illuminating every skin exposed and making his shiny costume sparkle. He knew he looked heavenly—and the crowd seemed to agree. When Yoongi faced them, a cocky grin plastered on his face, some alphas applauded and whistled, urging him on.
He recognized some familiar faces, some regulars who often asked for him after his dance but wasn’t allowed to even know his name. His audience were mainly alphas—mated, bachelors, some with omegas by their sides, some alone. Lots of silver foxes in suits and ties.
All looking at him with hunger. With lust and desire.
Yoongi preened.
Well. Time for the real show.
Gripping the pole, Yoongi walked around it, keeping his feet pointed with each step. Then he swung his outer leg in a big swoop to propel his body around the pole.
He climbed and gripped the metal between his thighs, holding his head high. He flashed a seductive smile to the crowd before he slowly spread his legs, then brought them back in again. He slid graciously down the pole, still smiling, moving his body in time with the music.
When he landed on the floor, he rolled onto his stomach, then pressed his body back, showcasing his tight ass. And mind you, he was quite proud of his plump bottom.
The crowd went fucking wild and Yoongi smirked.
Yoongi stood up elegantly, and for some reason, his gaze found the upper level.
There, he spotted two unfamiliar alphas dressed in black, leaning their tall bodies on the railing. They were difficult to ignore, not when their entire demeanor screamed power and dominance.
And both their eyes were fixed intently on him, their heavy brows arched with interest as they watched Yoongi’s every move.
Yoongi turned, grinning as he raised himself again using the pole, flexing his ass in the process. When he slid a glance in their direction, his knees almost gave up because one of them made a show of licking his lips.
Hot, hungry, handsome. Sexy.
Both looking rich as hell. The one on the right was wearing what looked like a very expensive leather jacket, paired with a tight-fitting leather pants. Along with the suggestive expression on his too-handsome-for-words face.
The one on the left was wearing a black suit over a white shirt. He looked devilishly handsome, too, but more reserved. He was big like his companion, with broad shoulders and solid-looking torso. The alpha held an aura of prepared stillness that sent a skitter of alert through his body.
Yoongi fought a smile as he met the two alphas’ intense eyes. He couldn’t have picked a more delicious mark for the night. Either of them would surely satisfy him.
And best of all, they wanted him. It was written all over their chiseled, perfect faces. The visible hunger made his chest burn with warmth. Made his cheeks and body hot.
Yoongi threw them a grin as he performed a graceful, seductive pirouette before undulating his body against the pole in a purely sexual way, then leaned back against the post, gripped the column of steel above his head, and slid down into a squat with his legs spread indecently wide. With his eyes on the two alphas, he touched his free hand to his stomach, then brushed his fingers into the front of his panty down to his milky legs.
Their eyes darkened, so intensely that Yoongi shuddered. While the sound of lustful growls and wolf whistles around the stage grew so strong that it nearly overtook the music.
Yes, this was fucking it. He was hot. He was sexy and desirable. And he was at the top of his game.
Tonight would be perfect.
Yoongi continued his routine until the song came to an end, striking a final pose to the loud cheering of the crowd. And then the platform lowered, taking him with it. He jumped down and strode to the nearby counter to grab himself a bottle of water.
He was planning to freshen up and approach the two alphas, and maybe learn their names. To his surprise, though, it seemed like they’d beaten him to the punch.
“Sweetie, you wouldn’t imagine who just asked for you!” Hoseok gushed as he approached him. “Well, you’ve ensnared a lot of alphas! But these two had never asked for someone before. They did for you!”
It was them; he knew it.
“Who?” Yoongi still asked curiously.
“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook!” Hoseok said excitedly. “They’re usually here every Friday so you haven’t seen them, but they’ve never taken interest in our omegas until now!”
Hoseok was giggling like a teenager. “And they’re my richest clients! If both of us were loaded, then they’re a thousand times more loaded as fuck.”
Of course, the two were from the most powerful clans in Korea. Their surnames just screamed danger. The Kims and the Jeons always kept to themselves and made sure that all their businesses were done in private. They were basically untouchable.
Yoongi had heard of their names, but he didn’t even know their faces until now. And as far as the rumors went, the two heirs were in a relationship. If that was true, how the fuck could two dominant alphas work?
“So? Who will you choose?” Hoseok asked as they both walked toward the dressing room.
Who, indeed? Yoongi had no idea.
“Let me take a bath first,” he told his best friend dismissively—but in his chest, his heart was thrumming away even faster than it had been when he was up on stage.
Hoseok chuckled. “Can’t blame you. They’re both hot as hell.”
Yoongi only shook his head.
He quickly took a shower to wash off the sweat and then dried his fluffy white hair. Hoseok dressed him in silk this time—a white strapless dress that went down the middle of his thighs and hugged his waist tightly, paired with white lacy stockings and thin sandals. Beneath, he was wearing nothing, not even a panty.
“Hyung, this is too much!” he whined. Or too little? He could feel the cold air on his bare ass!
“Oh, hush. You look like an innocent angel with your white hair and porcelain skin! This is perfect.”
“I’m not wearing anything under!”
“You’re planning to have some dick in your ass. Wearing an underwear will only waste your time. You’ll take it off, anyway.”
His cheeks turned pink. “But—”
“Are you second-guessing this? Because that’s better. I can bring you home right now and forget this ridiculous idea of yours.”
Yoongi pouted. “Fine. So where do I meet them?”
“Have you chosen between Taehyung and Jungkook?”
Yoongi coughed. “I’ll just… talk with them for a while.”
“Then they’ll meet you on the third floor.”
Yoongi turned to his best friend with a surprise look. “That’s the largest VIP suite.”
Hoseok rarely let his clients use the third floor of the club which contained one large suite, complete with many amenities like that of a five-star hotel. Yoongi had only been there once, when Hoseok was touring him around the club. It had its own pool and bathroom, a game room, the kitchen and living room, and a large bedroom.
“Yes, reserved for clients like them. And tonight is very special for you, Yoongi. I want you to feel comfortable.”
Yoongi let out a giggle. “How much are they paying?”
“Oh, sweetie. Millions of won now, millions of won when you’re done.”
“Then you owe me a one-day worth of shopping! I’m bringing money to the table.”
Hoseok winked at him. “We can even shop for a whole month.”
Yoongi giggled again, feeling the bubble of excitement in his stomach. “I’ll go now. I hate to disappoint these alphas.”
“Not so fast, Yoongi. Come here.” Hoseok fetched something from the nearby drawer and held it out to him. It was a black leather collar with a heart-shaped metal in the middle.
His best friend put it around his neck, before fixing him with a stern look. “Never ever take this off. We can’t have an alpha accidentally mating you. And use protection, we stocked the room with them. You understand?”
Yoongi nodded.
“And enjoy your night, sweetie.” Hoseok smiled at him and kissed his forehead. “You have to tell me who you ended up with and indulge me with the details tomorrow.”
Yoongi didn’t tell his best friend that he didn’t know who to choose, so he might as well end up with the two.
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When Yoongi stepped out of the elevator, two pairs of eyes were immediately fixed on him. He felt bare without his mask, and his dress did little to hide his heated skin.
Yoongi shifted on his heels, suddenly feeling nervous as the duo stood up from where they were sitting in the foyer’s waiting area.
Their sharp, focused gazes slid down the length of his body with unapologetic lust, along with the seductive smiles touching their full lips that promised a night of sinful pleasure.
As he watched the two of them approach—so gorgeous, hot, and self-assured in their stride—Yoongi’s pulse quickened, and everything below his waist turned to liquid. They were bigger up close, a whole head taller than him, and Yoongi felt too tiny in front of them, like they could break him far too easily.
“Hi,” he said, his voice breathless as he tried to meet their eyes. One pair of brown and another gray.
“Fuck,” the alpha with the leather jacket grunted. “I already know you’re beautiful behind the mask. But damn, you look like a fucking angel.”
Yoongi’s face went hot, flustered by the sudden compliment.
“T-thank you... sir?” he trailed off, not knowing what to address the alpha. He didn’t know who among them was Taehyung and who was Jungkook. And they looked older than him, probably around his hyung’s age.
“I’m Taehyung,” the alpha replied, the corner of his mouth curling into a sexy, inviting grin before he turned to the man next to him. “This is my mate, Jungkook.”
They’re mates? Is that even possible?
No, it wasn’t. He knew alphas couldn’t mate other alphas. The biology wasn’t compatible, and their bite wouldn’t last. But still, Yoongi blinked in surprise as he looked at the other man’s gray eyes, now glimmering with amusement over the omega’s shocked expression.
“He’s joking. We’re not mates,” Jungkook said, a touch of humor vibrating in his deep voice, despite his more guarded personality.
“Fine, he’s my eternal companion,” Taehyung corrected then smiled at him. “The others call you Suga. But that’s not your real name, is it?”
Yoongi gave a little nod of his head, still feeling overwhelmed.
Taehyung laughed quietly. They were both so handsome Yoongi thought they weren’t real. Taehyung had a black—almost brown wavy hair, brown eyes, and a very firm body. While Jungkook’s hair was dark and long, his eyes were the darkest shade of gray, and he had a well-built physique that conveyed subdued power and strength.
He couldn’t stop himself from comparing the two men, who seemed to be so at ease with each other. Where Taehyung was charming, easygoing, and sexy as sin, Jungkook seemed to be far more intense, a little rough around the edges, with a challenge in his stance, which only made him more appealing.
Damn. They were so… hot and sexy.
Their wide shoulders filled out their clothes so well, and there was no mistaking their muscular bodies beneath the fabric. Their pants hugged their hips and muscled thighs, and Yoongi caught himself just as his wandering gaze swept across the ample bulge filling out the front of their pants.
They weren’t hard—yet—but how much bigger would they be when completely erect? The naughty image filled his mind and made his mouth go dry, as did the alphas’ smirk on their faces when Yoongi’s gaze found theirs again.
Yoongi swallowed hard. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured politely.
Yoongi was surprised when Jungkook took a step closer and held the omega’s hand, lifting it to his mouth and then skimming his lips across his knuckles in a feathery kiss. Their eyes met, and there was a pure temptation heating Jungkook’s eyes. “The pleasure is all mine, shortcake.”
His husky voice, combined with the intimate pet name he’d just given Yoongi, made him weak in the knees. He hid his flustered reaction by saying, “And here I thought Taehyung was the charming one.”
Taehyung let out a husky laugh. “Don’t let all that sweet talk fool you,” the alpha said with humor. “Jungkook is only charming when he wants something.”
“Not gonna disagree.” Jungkook shrugged unapologetically as he released Yoongi’s hand, and the omega immediately missed the warmth of his touch. “I wanted you the moment you appeared on that stage.”
He felt as though his breath had been snatched from his lungs because of Jungkook’s words.
A wicked gleam sparked in Taehyung’s gaze as he reached out and took Yoongi’s chin between his fingers and tipped his head back, so he was forced to look into the alpha’s brown eyes.
“Me, too. The way you shake that little ass of yours is very sexy, sugar. I bet every alpha out there wanted a piece of you. Too bad you’re taking our cocks tonight. Squeeze every last drop of our cum in your tight little hole. Would you?”
Taehyung’s explicit words set every inch of him aflame, and instead of being taken aback by the alpha’s dirty, filthy statement, Yoongi parted his lips with a soft, needy moan. Jungkook growled lowly beside them as he watched Taehyung make his desires known.
Yoongi also didn’t miss the use of the word our, as in plural. They wanted him at the same time. And without a doubt, Yoongi wanted them back.
But could he handle all the pleasure heading his way?
Judging by their prominent scents, Taehyung and Jungkook were very dominant. And Yoongi had been untouched until now. This was supposed to be his first time with an alpha…
“Would you, sugar?” Taehyung repeated his question. “Tell us. Would you submit to two alphas at the same time? Whatever we ask. Whatever we want. However we want it.”
He would. Fuck, he would.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes.”
And he was going to make the most out of it.
This evening, he was determined to let go of his innocence—without guilt, shame, or regrets.
Both Taehyung and Jungkook had an air of control in them… and when Yoongi dared to envision being dominated and taken by both, a pool of warmth gathered in his core, and his skin flushed with undeniable desire.
Wicked visions formed in his mind, of being surrounded by both commanding alphas, the pleasure of two mouths and four hands on his body and two cocks ultimately taking him in a primal, possessive way.
The thought of being marked, claimed, and owned made him shiver in delight.
Yoongi squirmed, getting restless with his need.
Judging by the amused look on Taehyung’s face and Jungkook’s knowing expression, they were well aware of his interest in them.
Flustered by his shameless thought, along with their direct stares that made him feel as though he was about to combust, Yoongi deliberately glanced away and focused his attention on the far wall.
“Let’s go,” Jungkook said with authority. Then the alpha strode in front of the private suite and swiped the card he was holding.
Yoongi didn’t say a word as Taehyung pressed a hand on his back and they both walked into the suite, straight to the living room. Yoongi sat down on the sofa beside Taehyung, while Jungkook shut and locked the door behind him.
The room was silent as the two alphas shrugged off their suit and jacket, carelessly leaving them on the floor. Yoongi’s view was suddenly full of tight-fitting shirts hiding those firm, muscular chests.
What would it feel like to bury his face there while the other pressed him from behind? To be sandwiched between them?
“You look flushed, shortcake,” Jungkook mused as he approached the sofa. “We haven’t even started playing with you yet.”
Why, yes. Being in the presence of two hot and gorgeous alphas he was planning to have sex with when he hadn’t even kissed one was doing things to his nerves. Totally handled, Min Yoongi.
“Don’t worry, we won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Taehyung murmured. The alpha startled him by picking up his hand from where it rested on his lap. Taehyung just held it, sweetly, the gesture almost old-fashioned.
But he wanted to do everything… That’s why he was here now, was it? For experience.
“Why don’t we start with you dancing for us?” Jungkook suggested with a suspiciously sweet smile. Like a wolf trying to coax a lost little lamb. The alpha sat beside Taehyung. “You love dancing, don’t you?”
There was a hint of a challenge in his tone that rather made his hackles rise.
Yes, dancing. He was confident when dancing. And he needed that confidence right now.
While he’s at it, he would make them want him more.
“Okay,” Yoongi said as he took off his sandals, opting to dance with only his knee-high stockings on. It looked sexier that way. Then he stood up and aimed for the music player in front of the TV.
The suite was well-equipped, and when the sensual song immediately started playing, Yoongi smiled.
He faced the duo again, feeling confident now that he was in his domain.
This was the reason he started dancing: the thrill, the excitement, the heat that bubbled up in his chest and washed over his entire body as he put on his best strut. Knowing that these two alphas wanted him so bad they’d drop millions of won just for him.
Yoongi started swaying to the music, putting his best show as he alternated looking between Taehyung and Jungkook. They eyed him down like two hungry predators, waiting for the right timing to pounce.
Yoongi smirked and walked toward them, slow but with purpose. Yoongi particularly loved lap dances, too. Though the only persons he was allowed to practice it with were his friends.
Now, he had two alphas at his mercy.
Daringly, Yoongi straddled Taehyung, not quite sitting on him, just hovering. He didn’t want them to discover he had no underwear. Not yet.
Taehyung looked up at him and grinned.
The slow beat flowed from the speakers as Yoongi continued to move his hips in rhythm, swinging his ass with effortless grace. He threw Jungkook a glance, flashing him a seductive smile, before looking at Taehyung again.
For a few minutes, Taehyung was staying still so well, until the alpha groaned and raised his hand to touch Yoongi’s thigh. It was electric and hot, sending a tight shiver along his skin. But Yoongi forced himself to smack the hand.
“No touching while I dance.”
“Feisty,” Taehyung chuckled. “But I don’t think I can resist longer and just fuck you right now if you keep shaking your pretty ass so close to my dick.”
Yoongi shivered, and he made a weird sound in the back of his throat. His senses were already seduced, and fuck it, his body wasn’t far behind. He swallowed back the urge to beg the alpha for that release right now.
“You’ll like that, would you?” Satisfaction was clear in Taehyung’s voice as he whispered in his ear, “Why don’t you dance for Jungkook this time and see what comes of it?”
Yoongi suddenly became too aware of the said alpha, but he didn’t dare to look, a little nervous to find out what he’d find.
Instead, he searched Taehyung’s eyes for confirmation. The brown-eyed alpha gave him one of those bone-melting smiles that hinted at pure corruption once the two of them finally got their hands on the omega.
“Go on, sugar.”
Yoongi shifted until he was off Taehyung’s lap. He turned to Jungkook and almost took a step back. Jungkook’s dark, speculative look made him aware of his body in a way he couldn’t remember feeling before. He felt like the alpha was touching him, despite being inches away.
Yoongi brushed it aside and searched frantically for his composure.
He placed his knee on Jungkook’s side, swinging the other until he was now kneeling above the alpha like he was with Taehyung earlier. But before he could start dancing, Jungkook tugged his waist until he was sitting directly on the alpha’s crotch.
Yoongi let out a surprised squeak. Jungkook was hot and hard in all the right places, and the contact of their bodies made his skin ignite with burning arousal.
“Caught you,” Jungkook said huskily before gripping his neck and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
Yoongi made a whimpering moan before it was swallowed by Jungkook. The omega hadn’t expected him to be this aggressive. He wasn’t prepared for the force of nature that was this alpha. But then again, he guessed nothing could have prepared him for this.
This was his first kiss, and it wasn’t a kiss he’d seen in movies. This was a carnal thing that set his whole body on fire. It sent his senses into meltdown, he felt disoriented, he felt desperate.
Yoongi wasn’t aware of pressing against Jungkook, but he must have because the feeling of his ass right against Jungkook’s hardening cock added to the onslaught of pleasure the alpha’s demanding mouth was wringing from him.
Jungkook’s tongue was ruthless, plundering his, stroking the inside of his mouth, the alpha’s hand holding his head through his hair. Yoongi’s body throbbed, the arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach threatened to overflow.
He barely heard the music anymore, but his ass never stopped moving, sliding up and down Jungkook’s lap with fluid movements. Yoongi whimpered when his hole squeezed, and the first gush of slick trickled down his inner thighs.
Jungkook released his lips, his nostrils flaring, his eyes glinting in triumph. “You’re leaking just from a kiss.”
Yoongi blushed and looked away. It was his first kiss! And Jungkook was too much!
Jungkook skimmed one hand over the curve of Yoongi’s hip and around his ass. The alpha squeezed his flesh through the silk dress and pressed him tighter against his crotch. Then Jungkook boldly brought his hand inside, caressing his bare thigh.
“Look at me,” Jungkook demanded. Yoongi bit his lip and quickly looked at the alpha.
Holding his gaze, Jungkook dragged his palm slowly up the side of his leg, trailing until he reached the bare flesh of his ass.
“Goddamn,” Jungkook cursed in a dark tone, lifting the skirt of his dress so he could better touch him, exposing his entire bottom to the cool air. “You went here without an underwear.”
He knew Taehyung was watching because the other alpha released a low, sexy growl that made Yoongi whine.
“You’re so wet,” Jungkook rasped as his fingers slid between the omega’s asscheeks, catching on his slick and rubbing two fingers against his hole.
Yoongi cried out, surprised and so very aroused. Jungkook was touching his hole. Nobody had touched him there before.
“How wet?” Taehyung asked beside them.
“Enough to lube us both,” Jungkook growled, turning to Taehyung. “Here, touch him.”
Jungkook held him open while Taehyung pressed his fingers between his cheeks, circling Yoongi’s hole. Without warning, Taehyung pushed one finger inside, deep enough to make him moan with need, then he drew back, deliberately teasing him.
Yoongi whimpered, his face burning. Taehyung chuckled while Jungkook smirked at him.
They were enjoying this.
Taehyung sat closer beside them and held the omega’s face. Yoongi was still sitting on Jungkook’s lap, the alpha’s arms were secured around his waist, but Taehyung still wrapped his own arm around it.
And Yoongi felt warm, hot… safe.
Their thighs bumped when Taehyung pressed closer. “Should we play now, sugar?” he whispered. Then he kissed Yoongi on the ear, and bit lightly on his earlobe.
“Yes,” Yoongi moaned, his heart thumping. There was no turning back now. “Please.”
Taehyung kissed his cheek, before leaning in and brushing their lips together, sending tingles all the way down his spine. While Taehyung kissed him sweetly, Jungkook started rubbing at his entrance. The omega groaned, his body wound up tight, completely at the alphas’ mercy.
Taehyung cupped his jaw and nudged his mouth open. He gave in, pleasure whispering through his veins. The alpha’s teeth grazed his lower lip, sharp points on sensitive skin. His tongue swept into his mouth, and when their tongues touched, Taehyung abandoned his plan of a gentle kiss. He tasted Yoongi deeply, thoroughly.
Facing Taehyung, his neck was very much presented to Jungkook, so the alpha blew lightly down on it, leaving soft kisses on his collarbone, his hot breath caressing his skin. Then Jungkook took his hand and brought it to his lips.
“Too bad, you have a collar on. But I can still kiss you here,” Jungkook murmured, turning Yoongi’s hand over to expose his wrist. Then he kissed down to the scent gland there, where Yoongi was also very sensitive.
Yoongi tried to breath, but Taehyung’s kiss was snatching it out of him.
Scent glands were intimate. Jungkook couldn’t possibly—
Yoongi mewled when Jungkook closed his lips around it and sucked. Hard. At the same time, the alpha slid two fingers inside his leaking hole, thrusting in and out without letting Yoongi adjust to the intrusion.
Overwhelming pleasure twisted down his nerves, his entire body ached. So many things were happening at once.
When Jungkook released his wrist after sucking on it, his fingers went to Yoongi’s chest, trailing ever so slightly down to his throbbing little member. Jungkook brushed his knuckles along Yoongi’s cock. It was a light touch, muffled by the dress still covering his front, but Yoongi felt it in the very core of his body. Heat surged through his veins.
“T-too much,” Yoongi gasped. “I—I can’t—”
Taehyung growled, nudging his lips to open wider. Then his fingers tightened in Yoongi’s hair, and he thrust his tongue in, pulling out, thrusting back in. Just like how Jungkook’s fingers were plowing inside his hole.
“P-please, I—I need...”
“This soon?” Jungkook teased. The alpha cupped Yoongi’s cock, pressing hard against him. The ache inside him grew, causing him to whimper loudly.
He drew out from Taehyung’s lips and buried his face on the alpha’s neck instead. Taehyung’s amused chuckle reverberated through his chest, but Yoongi was desperate. He squeezed his eyes shut as he grabbed Taehyung’s shirt, needing something to hold on to.
“You’re close, sugar?” Taehyung whispered in his ear. “Just from Jungkook’s fingers?”
Yoongi whined in answer, breathing through the pleasure. When he tried to inhale a gulp of air, Taehyung’s natural scent hit him instead. This close to his scent gland, he could almost taste the alpha. And he smelled so strong, so great, so… intoxicating.
Kim Taehyung smelled like whiskey. He couldn’t think of any best way to describe it. It was warm, rich, and smokey. But when he got past the first whiff, he caught the subtle smell of apples. A weird but alluring combination.
And Taehyung’s strong scent was laced with arousal, filling his nose entirely that he felt dizzy.
More so when Jungkook kept torturing his hole with three of his fingers now while pressing his palm hard against his cock, until Yoongi was dangling over the edge, desperate for a release.
“W-wanna cum. Ahh! Please!” he cried out. His body took over, and Yoongi started grinding himself against Jungkook’s palm, riding his fingers.
“Then do it, shortcake,” Jungkook rasped and curled his fingers inside, hitting something that caused sparks to burst across his vision. Yoongi’s mouth opened in a silent moan, his toes curling, and his cock pulsated so hard as ropes of cum left his body almost violently.
Yoongi slumped on Taehyung’s chest. Strong arms tightened around him. He caught his breath, relaxing into the warmth, the sturdy wall of two warm bodies. He felt like he belonged here, and heavens, it felt so fucking good.
Jungkook withdrew his fingers from his hole, and Yoongi looked at him in time to see the alpha licking his slick off his hand with a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.
Yoongi whined. He was leaking again, his hole fluttering without anything to fill it. A familiar anxious lump was building in his stomach, his hormones swelling like the tide and tearing through his body, sending a throbbing ache through his limbs.
A vague restlessness whispered through his mind. His body hummed, desperately needing a skin-to-skin contact. More slick poured out of his hole, and the sweet scent permeated the air.
That’s when Yoongi realized he was totally fucked.
He never smelled himself unless he was in heat.
Taehyung and Jungkook both released an almost animalistic growl. Their own scents spiked up, sending his senses into overdrive.
No way. He’s not in heat. No, no, no—
Pain slashed in his abdomen, and Yoongi cried out loudly. He clenched his hole so he wouldn’t drip, but the wetness slid down his thighs anyway, creating a mess in Jungkook’s slacks, adding to the cum he’d just released.
His face burned in embarrassment. But his desire to be fucked heightened that it was almost too much to bear. He started to buck his hips in Jungkook’s lap, hands reaching for Taehyung’s chest.
Both let out a stream of despicable curses.
“You’re in heat. Fuck,” Taehyung muttered, his voice sounded like rumbling thunder, and Yoongi wanted it growling in his ear. Against his skin.
“I don’t know. My heat broke yesterday,” he croaked.
“Well, sugar, it seemed like you’re experiencing a second wave.”
Gods, he hated being in heat.
“Do you want us to call your alpha?” Jungkook asked him. That was… very nice of him, but—
“I don’t have an alpha.”
Taehyung looked at him expectantly. “Then what do you want us to do?”
He wanted to feel both of them on his tingly, sizzling skin. He wanted their lips and tongues on every inch of him. Every single inch of him. Driving him wild, pushing him higher. Until he lost all control for them.
“Please,” he breathed.
“Please what?” Jungkook held his waist and stopped Yoongi’s subtle grinds on the alpha’s erection. The front of Jungkook’s slacks was so wet from his slick. “Tell us, shortcake.”
“Fuck me,” Yoongi whined desperately. “I need it.”
Jungkook growled and the next thing he knew, the alpha was claiming his lips again. Drawing him into a deep, dark kiss filled with erotic promises. Jungkook captured his moan in his mouth, his hands stroking Yoongi’s ass in a possessive manner. Their tongues met, then Jungkook dragged his teeth against Yoongi’s lips, biting him lightly.
Jeon Jungkook smelled so fucking good, too. The alpha smelled like black coffee, a deep, powerful aroma that just stayed in one’s nose. Beneath it, there was a light hint of caramel that was quite addicting once Yoongi got a whiff of it.
He wanted Jungkook’s scent inside him, wanted Taehyung’s, wanted them so much. Just the thought of their knots stretching him open made Yoongi’s hunger intensify. His pulse thumped between his legs, and his cock strained. He needed them.
He dared to touch Jungkook’s chest, stroking the alpha’s front through his shirt, lower where his abs were hard, and his specs stretched the fabric. Yoongi wanted to see more of him. Wanted both alphas bare, so Yoongi could feast his eyes.
He reached for Jungkook’s zipper, but the alpha held his hands. Jungkook pulled his lips away abruptly, leaving Yoongi leaning forward, desperate for his warmth.
“I want it, please,” Yoongi gasped.
“Such a needy omega,” Jungkook chuckled. “Don’t worry, shortcake. Before the night is over, we’re both going to fuck you. At the same time. You want that?”
Yoongi sucked in a sharp breath, anticipation rolled in his stomach. “Y-yes.”
“You’ll be perfect for us, I know it,” Taehyung growled.
The brown-eyed alpha suddenly stood up and whisked him away from Jungkook’s lap as if he weighed nothing. Yoongi squeaked when Taehyung wrapped his arms under Yoongi’s back, then slipped one hand under his ass, hefting the omega against his hard chest, forcing his legs to open around his hips.
Taehyung hastily ripped the stockings from Yoongi’s legs that the omega almost felt bad for the tattered fabric. He made a surprise yell, but it was immediately replaced by a moan when Taehyung’s hot palm stroked the meat of his ass all the way down to his naked thighs, hands digging so tight that it probably left bruises on his white skin.
Yoongi buried his face on the alpha’s neck as Taehyung walked to the bedroom. Jungkook followed them behind and the gray-eyed alpha barely had time to sit on the side of the bed before Taehyung shoved Yoongi against Jungkook’s broad chest.
Jungkook snarled at Taehyung, but the said alpha only grinned coyly. While Yoongi moaned at the feeling of Jungkook’s stiff cock behind him, at his hard chest heating his back.
“Let me pleasure you first,” Taehyung said huskily. The alpha crouched in front of them and leaned in close, his pupils blown in the dimmed light. Taehyung cradled Yoongi’s face before sealing their mouths together. Yoongi groaned, winding his fingers into Taehyung’s hair. But the alpha untangled them and pinned him down on Jungkook.
“No touching, sugar,” Taehyung crooned, as if mocking him from what he’d said earlier. Jungkook held both of his wrists behind him as Taehyung kissed him deeply, his tongue a soft, intimate touch, until Yoongi grew dizzy and they were both panting.
Taehyung broke the kiss and pulled back to gaze down at him. “You’re so beautiful,” the alpha whispered before kissing down his jaw, dropping little sucking kisses down his throat, his teeth scraping against his skin.
Yoongi arched, writhing, desperate for more. He wanted to feel Taehyung’s kisses further down his body. Where he ached.
Taehyung curled his fingers into the hem of Yoongi’s dress. He glanced up and their eyes met. And ever so slowly, Taehyung pulled it up his chest, out of his head, until Yoongi was totally naked, saved for the collar on his neck.
The cool air brushed his skin, and Yoongi stopped breathing.
“Yes, so fucking exquisite,” Jungkook growled behind, reminding him he was still sitting on the other alpha’s lap, his hard dick a demanding presence on his back.
Chest heaving, Taehyung growled his agreement as he knelt in front of him and pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s navel. Then he kissed further up to Yoongi’s chest, then both of his nipples. The omega writhed, his entire body tingling. Taehyung took one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it. Then grazed it with his teeth and sucked. Jolts of pleasure seared down Yoongi’s nerves. He grew so wet, his slick smearing down on Jungkook.
“Sugar,” Taehyung grunted on his skin. “Your slick smells so sweet. I bet you taste as sweet, too.”
The endearment sounded so good whenever Taehyung said it, all rumbling and low. Yoongi forced out a breath, trembling, daring to just… look at Taehyung’s bulge. The alpha was huge beneath his leather pants.
“Taehyung,” Yoongi sobbed. The alpha sucked on his other nipple, harder and harder, until Yoongi thrashed against Jungkook’s hold, his balls pulling tight, heavy with cum.
“Fuck,” Taehyung rasped, releasing his nipple. He kissed back down to Yoongi’s belly, hands finding their way on the omega’s thighs and spreading them wide, then settling in between.
Yoongi flushed all over. He was so shamefully hard, and Taehyung could see all of him. Yoongi tried to curl and hide himself, but Jungkook held him tight that he couldn’t move at all.
“Let him see you, shortcake,” Jungkook whispered before nipping at his earlobe.
Taehyung smirked at him. He leaned in, pressed his nose to Yoongi’s cock, and breathed in deep.
Warmth flooded his cheeks. He cried out, embarrassed. Taehyung was filling his lungs with… the smell of Yoongi. And he didn’t know what to think. It was the first time someone saw him like this, and it made his insides hot.
“Taehyung,” he gasped, his cock jerking.
The alpha’s lips curved, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. “Do you know you smell like strawberries coated with vanilla cream and sugar syrup?”
His face burned. This was the first time someone described his smell like that. He knew he smelled like strawberries, but not the vanilla and sugar part…
Taehyung described him like a food—and the alpha looked like he badly wanted to eat him.
Jungkook chuckled in agreement, while Taehyung pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi jerked at the touch, precum now leaking from his tip. The alpha continued pressing kisses on him, starting from the base, trailing all the way down, lips brushing the underside of his length, until he reached Yoongi’s wet hole.
Yoongi moaned loudly, his most sensitive parts were in Taehyung’s reach and it was humiliating. But he was so aroused he could only beg for more. Taehyung grasped his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. He flicked his tongue out, licking over Yoongi’s entrance, a slow, tentative touch.
Yoongi keened, jerking helplessly into Taehyung. The alpha had exposed his hole, the air cooled his slick, and yet, Taehyung’s mouth was hot on him, his wicked tongue thrusting inside his entrance.
Sensation snapped through his spine, made his hips buck forward so the alpha could enter deeper. Taehyung groaned. “Shit, you taste so fucking great.”
“T-taehyung,” he whimpered as the alpha began to fuck him with his tongue, every touch travelling down his nerves. He added his fingers inside, two, and then three, scissoring him open, moving in and out of his walls in a torturous manner. As though he was preparing Yoongi to be penetrated by something big. Right now.
Yoongi’s moans grew louder each second. Taehyung would fuck him tonight. Jungkook, too. Their cocks would slide inside his hole and fill him like no one else could.
“More,” the omega mewled. He wanted them to fuck hard into him, wanted to be fucked raw, until all he knew were their cocks plowing into his body, their knots swelling inside him. “Fuck me, Alpha!”
Someone swore, he didn’t know who. His mind was so delirious with need, the heat in his body thrumming along his bones.
Yoongi arched his back, presenting himself. But then Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him again, and he found himself being lifted. Damn, the alpha was really strong. Strong enough that he could bear Yoongi’s weight without even so much as a grunt.
Or maybe he was just too small.
Yoongi wound up his legs around the alpha’s waist and his arms around his neck, clinging to Taehyung for dear life as he carried him—to the wall this time, pressing his back against it so hard that it made the painting on either side of them tremble just as bad as Yoongi was trembling with need.
He was confused, but he still nipped at Taehyung’s lips, crying for him desperately. “Fuck me, please.”
“I will,” Taehyung growled. When the alpha tore his lips away, he had a smirk on his face. Taehyung’s fingers curled against the side of Yoongi’s neck, on the collar that hid his scent gland. “A pity, I want to fucking lick you here right now.”
“Please!” Yoongi’s hips bucked wildly against Taehyung. He was fully naked, while the alpha was dressed completely, but he didn’t care right now. He wanted to ease the pain in his stomach, wanted the alpha to fill his aching walls.
“You’re so desperate,” Taehyung mocked, his free arm slipping between them, his fingers wrapping around the omega’s cock to pump it with firm strokes. Somehow, Taehyung knew Yoongi’s body even better than Yoongi did—or maybe, this was the reason why people didn’t wait to fuck each other until they were mated anymore. Maybe it was always like this—so much better when your pleasure was coming from someone else.
“N-need you,” Yoongi gasped.
“Damn right, you do,” the alpha crooned. Taehyung spread Yoongi’s legs wider, hands now groping his asscheeks, fingers rimming his hole.
Yoongi reached between them and opened the alpha’s zipper to pull his cock out. Taehyung let him, and he was so fucking big that Yoongi was suddenly doubting if it would even fit. Big enough that he had to wind both set of his fingers around the alpha’s thickness to stroke him.
“Fuck, sugar,” Taehyung grunted.
Fuck, indeed. He’d only ever seen a cock as big as Taehyung’s in pornos. The closest he’d ever come to feeling one in real life was earlier, when he was straddling Jungkook’s lap. What if Jungkook was this big, too? Would—would they even fit his hole?
Yoongi looked past Taehyung’s shoulder where Jungkook was still sitting on the bed, watching them with his dark gray eyes that were full of lust, desire, and something more that he couldn’t quite place. Jungkook braced his arms behind him as the alpha casually leaned back and met the omega’s gaze. Jungkook smirked so wide as if in confirmation.
Yeah, he was totally fucked.
The omega licked his lips as he started stroking Taehyung, enjoying the way he could feel the alpha’s pulse through the thick veins that ran up and down his length. He was fascinated by its size and beauty, and his mouth basically watered at the warmth on his hands.
“Enough,” Taehyung snarled, halting his hazy thoughts. “Let me fuck you now.”
Yes. Fuck, yes.
Taehyung pinned him against the wall as he shifted his body. Then the alpha positioned the tip of his cock against the pucker of Yoongi’s hole, and Yoongi felt like he was having a mini heart attack.
This was it, finally.
“I can fuck you raw, right?” Taehyung’s grin was wolfish, and Yoongi didn’t know how to answer. He was reminded that the two alphas assumed he was one of those club omegas who were available for their… sex services. Fuck, they even paid a huge amount of money for his night. “Right, sugar?”
And Yoongi, fucking damn him, nodded his head frantically. He wanted it so much, wanted to feel Taehyung’s cock in him without any barrier. Wanted to be filled with his seeds.
“Damn, you’re so hot,” Taehyung murmured before kissing his lips again, circling his tip on Yoongi’s leaking hole, just teasing him until the omega was crying for Taehyung to fuck him already.
His naive dream that his first time would be on a bed covered in rose petals on his wedding night had died the second he laid eyes on these alphas. And he never imagined he’d lose his virginity against a fucking wall.
But here he was, desperate for it. Desperate to rid himself of that shred of innocence that had been tying him down and holding him back.
He wanted Taehyung inside him. Now.
“Alpha!” he pleaded again, trying to catch Taehyung’s tip with his hole.
Taehyung growled and pressed into his entrance. A sharp pain shot through him, and Yoongi cried out. Fuck, fuck it was painful. He didn’t know if he wasn’t prepared enough, or Taehyung was just too big that no preparation could help him at all.
“Fucking hell.” Taehyung tried to ease inside, stretching his rim by the head of his cock. “You’re so tight, sugar. It’s like I’m your very first alpha.”
Yoongi let out a pained whimper, but he didn’t dare to say that Taehyung fucking nailed the truth. He was, indeed, his first alpha.
The alpha shoved his dick forward again, breaths rasping against Yoongi’s neck. The pain was almost too much, and Yoongi’s entire body quaked with it.
But suddenly, something gave, and the omega’s soaked walls stretched for Taehyung, taking just the tip. Taehyung’s hands guided his hips, sinking Yoongi down on him.
Even the tiniest movement of the alpha’s cock against his ass sent waves of heat through his body, flushing his chest and making his head feel light.
Yoongi’s lips trembled as Taehyung kissed him, again and again, soothing him with his lips, and every breath in his lungs came more ragged than the last.
Taehyung pressed him against the wall, pushing in all the way until their hips met. Yoongi sobbed and dipped his lips to Taehyung’s neck, baring his teeth to scrape against the alpha’s skin to distract himself from the pain.
A growl rattled in the room.
Yoongi peered at Jungkook in time to see the alpha licking his lips, his pupils blown. Jungkook’s growl made him whine, his strong coffee scent combined with Taehyung’s intoxicating whiskey rolling through the air, wafting around his heated body.
Taehyung rammed his cock inside, moving slowly at first, letting Yoongi adjust to his size. Yoongi gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness. The pain was now becoming a dull ache until it was slowly replaced by a toe-curling pleasure. The world zeroed down to the alpha’s hands on his ass and his cock thrusting into him with increasing speed.
“Fuck, sugar,” Taehyung hissed as he set a punishing pace, and Yoongi’s face scrunched in a blissful moan, mouthing senseless words against Taehyung’s neck.
Yoongi clung to the alpha, it was all he could do. Taehyung’s cock pounded into him, massaging his walls so good that he trembled and quavered. With every thrust, Yoongi’s whimpers grew louder. More intense. He closed his eyes, feeling every inch of Taehyung as he moaned so loud it echoed in the room along with the wet sounds of fucking.
“You better fuck him good, Tae.”
Yoongi’s eyes snapped open at Jungkook’s command. While Taehyung growled and pulled out completely, before he quickly pushed in, grinding his cock inside the omega’s hole, as though he was searching. Then he thrust again and found Yoongi’s sweet spot, and pushed hard against it, sending a jolt of bliss through his nerves. Yoongi gasped and arched, his hard cock jerking against Taehyung’s abdomen.
Taehyung kissed him on the mouth before his lips found the omega’s ear, growling into it with lust as his balls slapped against Yoongi’s ass and his cock claimed him to his core.
Yoongi bit back a scream. The beginning of a climax was blooming inside him.
“I-I’m close,” he moaned, clenching around Taehyung. “P-please. N-need it harder.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung hissed.
Yoongi clenched deliberately, his mouth opening in a long moan, drools slipping out of his swollen lips. Taehyung changed the angle until he was hitting that spot inside him that made him writhe. Pleasure crashed through him like a lightning bolt. Taehyung hammered inside him until Yoongi reached the high he was desperately seeking.
“Taehyung!” Yoongi arched, his eyes rolling back, his cock pulsing with his release. The orgasm left his head spinning, his vision flooded with blurs of ecstatic brown eyes and hungry gray eyes. Every muscle in his body clamped down on Taehyung as the alpha pounded into him so hard, riding the omega’s climax.
Yoongi sobbed loudly. “Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Over and over, Taehyung rammed his cock inside his quivering hole, drawing out his orgasm and fucking inside him almost painfully.
Yoongi was mewling with pleasure and oversensitivity, and Jungkook was chuckling from the bed. As if the alpha was contented to watch Taehyung fuck Yoongi against the wall, like a fucking sex doll.
And Yoongi reveled it. Wanted Taehyung to use him.
But it wasn’t enough.
“N-need you deeper,” he cried. “Knot me, Alpha!”
Taehyung let out a snarl. “Don’t tease me like that, sugar. You’re in heat. That’s a fucking bad idea.”
“It’s okay,” he cried out. “It’s okay! I want you to knot me,” he pleaded.
Taking Taehyung’s knot was suddenly a matter of dire urgency in his mind. The more the heat swelled in his core, the harder and faster Taehyung hammered inside him, the more Yoongi wanted it. Needed it. Needed it bad enough that he was willing to beg.
“Please, Alpha—knot me. Fill me up! Please—please, it’s okay—”
Taehyung’s body tensed suddenly. A loud hiss ripped from the alpha’s throat as he held Yoongi against him, driving his cock deeper, plunging relentlessly, over and over, until pleasure crashed through Yoongi’s entire body.
The omega sobbed uncontrollably as Taehyung erupted inside him, thrusting as deep as he could go, the base of his dick stretching him open. The alpha lost control and slammed every last inch of his cock inside.
He was being knotted, and Yoongi screamed in pain and ecstasy. But he loved it. His body loved it so much.
Taehyung’s knot swelled fully inside him, locking them together, and he felt wave after wave of the alpha’s hot, creamy seed flooding his walls as he grew bigger inside the omega. His ass throbbed with pleasure, his hole squeezing around the alpha’s knot, leaving his whole body spasming.
“Fuck, you feel so incredible, sugar,” Taehyung exhaled, pressing a palm to the wall as he buried his face on Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi just whimpered and tilted his face to better accommodate Taehyung.
The sound of their breathing, heavy and ragged, filled the room. And then Taehyung tightened his hold on Yoongi’s thighs and straightened. “Let me get you to bed.”
Yoongi slumped against the alpha. Taehyung walked to the bed and sat on it with Yoongi in his lap, his knot still locking them together. Yoongi whined for being jostled, but then he sighed in contentment as Taehyung started nuzzling his neck.
“What’s it feel like?” Jungkook’s deep voice sounded beside them.
“Like heaven,” Taehyung rasped. “Like I’m fucking a virgin angel, Jungkook-ah.”
Yoongi’s face scorched. They were talking about fucking him like it was an ordinary thing for them, like they had done this more times than Yoongi could ever imagine.
“Did Taehyung fuck you well, shortcake?” Jungkook asked him, hands now gently caressing his back.
He snuck a peek at Jungkook, who was smiling darkly at him. The lights in the room were dimmed, but he could clearly see the thick length of the alpha’s erection against the front of his slacks, reminding him that Jungkook had yet to get any relief from his own arousal.
“Did he?” Jungkook asked again when Yoongi didn’t answer.
Yoongi nodded shyly.
“That’s good,” Jungkook hummed. “Because I’ll fuck you next. Hard and rough.”
Yoongi bit back a whine. Just hearing the alpha say those words was enough to make him hard and wet in an instant.
“He’s leaking again,” Taehyung hissed.
“Seems like we have a little omega slut in our hands,” Jungkook rumbled.
Yoongi shuddered. Part of him felt embarrassed. The other part was so turned on it hurt.
Jungkook smirked at him and sat further on the bed, against the headboard. Then the alpha tilted his head and patted his lap. “Come here, shortcake.”
Yoongi groaned softly, a throb of anticipation swirling in his stomach. Taehyung helped Yoongi get off his cock, his knot ceased enough that he was able to pull out. Yoongi whimpered as his hole fluttered with emptiness.
He felt boneless, but he still crawled on the bed, his achingly hard cock swinging as he did, and his slicked asshole screaming for cock. When he sat on Jungkook’s lap, he immediately buried his face on the alpha’s chest, sniffing his delectable black coffee scent through the white shirt. The coarse material of Jungkook’s slack against his ass made his naked skin more sensitive.
“I want to do many things to you,” Jungkook growled in his ear. “But I don’t have the patience. I need to fuck you right now.”
“O-okay,” Yoongi muttered quickly. “You can use me all you want, Alpha.”
Saying the words out loud sent a shock of pleasure through his blood. That should be degrading, but instead, it felt empowering—like he was allowing his naturally submissive nature to finally come out of the surface. Only for them.
“Such a good little omega,” Jungkook said hoarsely. “So perfect for us.”
“A-alpha,” Yoongi whined when Jungkook touched his ass. Once again, the alpha barely touched him and he was already fighting to stop himself from cumming too early. His balls ached as Jungkook ran his hands smoothly over his asscheeks, then down his milky thighs, spreading them apart. Yoongi obeyed his touch.
“Beautiful,” Jungkook praised him, fingers now finding his way to his hole, inserting two inside to scissor him open. Yoongi’s body tingled. His slick trickled down his inner thighs, combined now with Taehyung’s cum.
His walls clenched, the hot pit in his stomach was too much to bear. He’d never been so hard like this in his life, especially not after climaxing just a while ago.
Jungkook unzipped his slacks and let his cock spring free from his boxers. Yoongi gulped. He knew it, Jungkook was big like Taehyung, probably a bit thicker. He couldn’t stop staring at the heavy length. It would open him up, slide right inside. It would make him cum so hard.
Yoongi looked up to meet Jungkook’s eyes. The alpha’s gaze was undeniably aroused. Dilated. Dark and hungry. All for him.
“You like my cock, shortcake?”
“Yes. It’s so perfect.”
“Then how about I breed you with it?”
Yoongi’s entire body rippled with a shudder. “God, yes, Alpha.”
Taehyung chuckled behind them. The other alpha scooted closer and kissed Yoongi’s nape. “You want it badly, do you?”
“Y-yes,” he whined. “Want your cocks. Inside me. Want you to breed me.”
Growls rumbled from the alphas’ chests. Jungkook’s gray eyes darkened as he threaded his fingers through the omega’s hair and twisted the strands tight against his scalp, while his other hand pushed three fingers inside his hole.
Yoongi’s lips parted on a startled gasp as Jungkook worked him open, the dominant look in his eyes making him hotter, wetter against his hand.
“Trust me, shortcake, you’re not ready. But we’re going to make it work, and you’re going to scream from the initial pain of taking two thick cocks at once and then scream again in pleasure as we fuck you at the same time.”
Yoongi writhed, his lashes fluttering, his entire body tightening around the alpha’s fingers, craving the depraved scene Jungkook had just painted in his mind. “I want that,” he all but moaned out. “Please, Alpha.”
“Damn fuck,” Jungkook said on a harsh exhale of breath, as if his own restraint was about to snap and he was on the verge of turning into a savage on him—which he wouldn’t have minded one bit.
Taehyung let out a low curse as the alpha leaned away, as if physically restraining himself from jumping on Yoongi. But he could still feel Taehyung’s hot presence on his back.
“Patience, sugar,” Taehyung grunted. “You have to ride Jungkook first. Let him stretch that tight ass of yours.”
Jungkook released his hair and held his waist instead, forcing Yoongi to poise right above his straining shaft. And with a sinful grin on his face, Jungkook reached down between them and rubbed the smooth tip of his cock along the omega’s swollen, sensitive ass before positioning the head right at his dripping entrance.
Jungkook fixed him with a heated, hungry stare. “Ready to take all of me, shortcake?”
Yoongi swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.”
Jungkook pulled him down in one unrelenting motion that forced him to take every inch of the alpha’s cock, burying it to the hilt. Jungkook made a rumbling groan at the same time a shudder rolled down Yoongi’s spine.
Jungkook’s entire cock slid inside, thick and big, an unyielding length that snared all of his attention. There was still a slight pain, but the intense pressure of being deliciously stretched open from the inside made him moan.
“Fucking shit,” Jungkook growled, nipping at his neck. “You’re still so tight. So fucking tight.”
“You’re t-too big,” he gasped back. His breaths were short and choppy, and his mind was dazed with heat and arousal.
“Ride me,” Jungkook ordered in a low voice. “Fuck yourself with my cock, shortcake.”
Shamelessly, Yoongi arched his back and moved on top of Jungkook. He placed his hands over the alpha’s shoulders, levering himself up, the alpha’s hardness gliding inside his wet walls. Then he pushed down hard, and Yoongi let out a primal cry of desire. He felt every twitch and jerk of Jungkook’s cock inside his most sensitive area.
He repeated the movement, rocking his hips against Jungkook, bouncing up and down his shaft as fast as he could, all while continuously whimpering from ecstasy.
“That’s right, shortcake. Take your pleasure. It’s what your body’s for,” Jungkook rumbled.
Yoongi whined, incoherent. He was panting, getting breathless by each second he impaled himself on Jungkook. But it was not enough, his body was looking for something. That spot where it felt good the most. That sweet spot, he couldn’t seem to find it.
He was getting desperate, scrambling against Jungkook, his walls squeezing the alpha’s length in frustration.
“What is it, shortcake?” Jungkook smirked at him knowingly.
“I—” he groaned. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’m inside you right now, am I not?”
“Yes—No!” he cried out. “P-please move. Fuck me!”
Yoongi needed to sate the heat clawing at him. The surging of his blood in his veins, the staccato pulse that echoed through his body.
“Then beg,” Jungkook snarled.
“Please, Alpha!” he breathed, clenching hard around the alpha’s cock inside him as his knees gave out. “Jungkook!”
The alpha hissed in answer.
A soft, needy whine slipped past Yoongi’s lips, which quickly turned into a startled yelp as Jungkook took control and snapped his hips upward, so hard and so deep, right against that fucking aching spot.
“Oh, god!” he screamed when Jungkook squeezed his ass, holding him in place as he started fucking him in a brutal pace, relentless and hard. Stupid, incomprehensible noises spilled from his mouth. He was brainless with lust, and if he didn’t cum again soon, he felt like he was going to black out.
Yoongi pressed his forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder, rocking back against him, taking the alpha as deep as he could. Jungkook’s pace picked up, his thrusts turning forceful, grinding up in all the right places.
Yoongi shuddered. There was nothing soft in Jungkook’s movements, nothing like Taehyung’s teasing. It was different, but also so fucking good.
An intense moan tore itself from his throat as Jungkook’s warm hand curled around the omega’s cock and began to stroke him while fucking his ass.
“Good boy,” Jungkook rumbled. “Keep making those beautiful sounds for me.”
Yoongi threw his head back, letting every wanton noise spill out of him. Being praised by the alpha and touched and dominated in a way he’d never known was making him lose his mind in the best way possible.
Jungkook gripped Yoongi’s hips, angling them higher, fucking hard against that one sweet spot. Pleasure seared down Yoongi’s nerves, letting Jungkook take control of everything. A few more thrusts, and he was shoved over the edge. He cried loudly, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock, his spine arching, his hole shuddering around Jungkook’s cock as Yoongi shook with sheer bliss.
Jungkook swore, his breathing ragged. He kept thrusting inside the omega, no doubt chasing his own high. “You’ll let me knot you, will you?”
“Yes! Yes, I want it!” he said breathlessly, boneless in Jungkook’s arms.
Jungkook growled. Then something popped inside his hole, making the fit impossibly tight, pushing up and stretching his rim. A brief pain was followed by an intense gratification, and the alpha stuffed his knot as deep as he could inside the omega.
The air left Yoongi’s lungs as sparks of pleasure exploded through his body. Jungkook dug his nails in Yoongi’s asscheeks, grunting and thrusting like an animal. Yoongi was sobbing from how good it all felt.
“I’m gonna cum inside your womb, shortcake.” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse and sexy.
“Please, please breed me!”
Jungkook let out a feral snarl. Hot, thick cum shot inside Yoongi, coating everything. The omega felt so full, the intense tightness was too much to handle. His hips jerked and his hole produced a lot of slick, easing the fit of the throbbing cock inside his walls.
He collapsed on top of Jungkook, both of them breathing hard.
Minutes passed before Yoongi leaned away from Jungkook’s chest to give the alpha a lazy, satisfied smile.
Jungkook just grinned at him and kissed his nose, the gesture so unexpected that Yoongi’s cheeks heated. He squeaked when someone kissed his shoulder from behind before licking a hickey on it.
“You look good while getting fucked, sugar,” Taehyung murmured in his ear. “Your hole is so pink and looks so damn delicious like your scent.”
Yoongi flushed red and he didn’t know how to respond to that… compliment? Was that a compliment?
So instead of answering, he asked, “Uhm… are—are we done?” He might already have a handful of orgasms, but he still wanted to experience these two alphas at once.
“No, we aren’t done,” Jungkook replied as his hand skimmed over Yoongi’s hip, his touch like a brand to his skin, getting dangerously close to Yoongi’s hole where Jungkook’s cock was still inside. “We’re just giving you a break.”
Yoongi hummed, feeling awkward now that they weren’t fucking. “Are you two… close?” he asked dumbly, wanting to fill the odd silence.
Taehyung laughed behind him. The alpha leaned closer until he was wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist from the side. “As I said, Jungkook and I are eternal companions.”
Yoongi made a questioning sound. “Like boyfriends?”
“You can say that,” Jungkook answered. “Tae and I grew up in the same environment, in two different clans with a tight relationship.”
Okay, that didn’t explain anything at all. His face must look as confused as he felt because Jungkook smiled endearingly at him. The alpha added, “Tae and I are the same age. He’s my best friend. We trust each other and promise to grow old together.”
“Just say you love me and can’t live without me, you bastard,” Taehyung growled playfully. Jungkook just flashed his middle finger at the brown-eyed alpha.
“I can’t understand,” Yoongi whined.
“Jungkook and I are partners. It’s really just that,” Taehyung said. “And we’re more curious about you. Why haven’t we seen you until now? The others know you.”
“Because I’m usually here during Saturdays.”
“Oh. So if we go here every Saturday, we’ll see you?” Jungkook asked.
No. No, they wouldn’t. He couldn’t go to the club regularly because of his parents. He was lucky if he could go and dance here twice a month. But now that he was in an arranged mating, he was sure that alpha wouldn’t let him go to this club again.
Well, he could always sneak…
“Maybe,” Yoongi said vaguely, then focused his attention to the alphas again. “If you’re in a relationship, why are you both here?”
“Because we’re alphas, sugar,” Taehyung said. “Two dominant alphas at that. That means neither of us will yield to take it up the ass.”
“Oh,” Yoongi mumbled. “So you share omegas instead?”
Jungkook nodded. “It’s better that way. We don’t want to complicate things by adding an omega in our relationship. Fucking them is enough, and it works for us.”
“How long have you been sharing omegas?” he asked curiously.
“Since we were teenagers,” Taehyung said without a pause.
Yoongi’s eyes widened. “That long? How old are you now?”
“We’re twenty-nine, shortcake.”
Damn, they’re almost a decade older than him.
But that made them more appealing and sexy as fuck.
His cock was starting to throb in interest, his instincts whispering, Spread for them. Let your alphas fill your hole.
He could easily blame it on his heat, but he knew he wanted more. Wanted them stripping him, pinning him open, touching his bare, sensitive skin. He wanted to know what it would feel like, both their cocks in his hole, touching his intimate parts.
Yoongi couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of his throat. Both alphas’ gazes snapped onto him, hot and hungry. Like they both wanted to get inside him now.
Yoongi squeezed the cock inside him. But the swell of Jungkook’s knot died down, and the alpha pulled out. What felt like a torrent of cum followed, pouring down his ass and thighs, and soaking Jungkook’s slacks.
Yoongi felt dirty—in a really good way.
But he also felt empty.
“Can we start now?” he asked desperately before pouting his lips. “And can you both get naked this time? I want to see all of you.”
Yoongi felt ashamed that he was the only one without clothes, while Jungkook and Taehyung were fully dressed.
The two alphas exchanged a brief look before Jungkook lifted Yoongi off him and laid the omega on the mattress, propping him with pillows. “As you wish, shortcake.”
Yoongi sighed at the softness around him. He tried to find a comfortable position, watching avidly as Taehyung and Jungkook stood before the bed and started shrugging off their clothes. Then his eyes were suddenly full of smooth, taut skin, and muscles everywhere.
His gaze bounced back and forth to each alpha, taking in the well-built chests and sexy ripple of abs they’d revealed. Heat and awareness poured through Yoongi, and his breathing escalated.
Taehyung and Jungkook were equally gorgeous and clearly kept up their physiques.
After their shirts came off, two pairs of hands went to their tight pants, letting them fall to the floor and kicking them aside. Then their boxer briefs followed, and Yoongi’s gaze focused on the thick, impressive, erect cocks between their strong thighs.
Heavens, those beautiful things were inside his ass earlier.
Swallowing to ease the sudden dryness in his throat, Yoongi brazenly looked his fill before looking at the alphas’ faces again. They were both smirking at him with their devastatingly handsome faces.
Seriously, they were a masterpiece from head to toe, and Yoongi wanted to do so much more than look. He wanted to touch them. Everywhere.
Following his instincts, Yoongi stood up from the bed, albeit his wobbly legs. He approached the two alphas, who were watching him intently. Since Taehyung was closer, Yoongi touched him first. He ran his palms up and down Taehyung’s hard chest, while the alpha grinned at him.
Taehyung started to touch him, too, his fingers tracing Yoongi’s waist and belly. It was hot, scorching even. Behind him, Yoongi felt Jungkook’s torso, and he immediately leaned into the alpha, arching his back so his chest jutted forward into Taehyung.
Fuck, this was really happening.
Jungkook put his hands on Yoongi’s nipples from behind, pinching them between his fingers, while Taehyung bent down and licked one of them, holding onto Yoongi’s hips as his tongue covered his nipple and Jungkook’s finger with equal fervor.
Yoongi moaned and let his own hands wander. He took Taehyung’s cock in both hands and ran his thumb over the tip, smearing the precum that had collected there. Taehyung groaned.
Then Yoongi felt something wet on his neck, just below his collar. Jungkook’s mouth was hot on his skin, his hands continued to caress Yoongi’s nipples even as the omega began to work at Taehyung’s cock.
With one hand, Yoongi cupped Taehyung’s balls, so big and firm, as Jungkook pushed his cock against the crevice of Yoongi’s ass.
Yoongi tilted his head to the side and Jungkook immediately kissed him on the lips, wet and dirty. When they separated, Yoongi leaned forward and did the same with Taehyung.
In his hands, Taehyung grew harder. Yoongi arched his back and rubbed his ass against Jungkook. The alpha behind him moved a hand downward, sliding it between the omega’s legs. Jungkook growled when his fingers found Yoongi’s entrance, discovering the wetness there, trickling down his thighs.
“You’re always so wet,” Jungkook rasped. The alpha rubbed his hand along Yoongi’s rim, gathering the wetness that clung to him.
Yoongi gasped for breath, the small touch on his hole had quickly made him lightheaded.
Jungkook pulled out his hand, covered in the omega’s slick, and held it up for Taehyung. The other alpha sniffed gently, then smirked, took Jungkook’s hand in his, then sucked two fingers into his mouth.
Yoongi whimpered while watching them.
Jungkook’s erection throbbed against Yoongi’s ass, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed them now.
Yoongi circled his arms around Taehyung’s neck and wrapped his legs around the alpha’s waist. Taehyung grunted in surprise, but he still supported Yoongi’s ass and carried him. The omega humped his aching cock against the alpha’s abdomen and whimpered.
“Damn, sugar,” Taehyung hissed. “You’re such a little minx.”
“Please, I want it now,” he whined, rubbing his leaking hole against Taehyung. The alpha brought them to the bed and settled there with Yoongi on his lap, who didn’t stop grinding against him.
Jungkook knelt behind them and nuzzled Yoongi’s neck. “You’re really a bitch in heat, aren’t you? Can’t think of anything but filling your hole?”
Yoongi moaned in answer, he felt delirious with need, his walls still wet and swollen, and his arousal hadn’t been sated at all.
He felt Jungkook’s hard member slide between his legs, and Yoongi rubbed himself on both alphas, feeling the warm, delicious head of their cocks on his ass. Taehyung maneuvered him until he was kneeling between the two alphas, with Taehyung at his front and Jungkook at his back.
“You want us?” Jungkook rumbled behind him.
“Yes! Yes, please!” Yoongi tried to move his ass to catch their tips. “W-want you—Ohhh!” he cried in surprise when Jungkook took him by his hips and quickly pushed his cock inside him, burying it in one smooth motion.
Yoongi arched his back as Jungkook fucked hard into him, fast and deep from the start.
Not about to be left out, Taehyung’s hands started roaming from Yoongi’s hard nipples, stroking downward until he reached Yoongi’s cock. Taehyung pumped it with his fingers, before his hand trailed up to Yoongi’s belly.
“I can feel you in him,” Taehyung said to Jungkook. And indeed, Jungkook’s cock was leaving a visible indent in his stomach every time he thrust in.
“He tightens up when you stroke his cock,” said Jungkook. “I can feel it.”
Taehyung moved his fingers on his cock again, and Yoongi moaned loudly, leaning back against Jungkook, letting Taehyung play with his body.
“Please! Please!” Yoongi sobbed. “I want you both in me!”
All rational thought had been thrown out the window at this point. All he cared about right now was the two alphas who were making him feel good.
“Shit,” Jungkook hissed. “Prepare him, Tae.”
Taehyung groaned and pushed two fingers inside the omega’s hole while Jungkook continued thrusting inside him. Yoongi mewled at the unfamiliar feeling. It didn’t hurt at all, maybe because of his heat, not until Taehyung added another two and let them rest inside the omega. But Yoongi was also past the point of caring about the pain.
Taehyung crooked his fingers just as Jungkook pushed inside him hard, causing Yoongi to cum again, the orgasm tearing through his body, exploding from his cock until he saw fireworks behind his eyes.
Low guttural moans erupted from the two alphas as they worked him back and forth, kissing and nuzzling and caressing him all at once. When Yoongi’s orgasm subsided, Taehyung and Jungkook were both still hard, still ready to go.
This was everything he wanted. Two alphas holding him, dragging their lips on his body, smearing their scents across his skin.
In this moment, Yoongi belonged to them.
Still kneeling in front of him, Taehyung hooked the omega’s legs on his muscled forearms and hefted him up, knees bent and legs spread wide open. Yoongi circled his arms around the alpha’s neck as Taehyung entered him this time.
He could tell that the alpha was trying to go slow, probably taking pity at Yoongi’s swollen hole. But Yoongi impaled himself on the alpha’s cock, bouncing on him faster and faster, desperate to chase the next orgasm.
He felt like he had reached a near-constant state of arousal where every motion, every touch, might send him over that edge. Badly wanting to chase that orgasm and the next one and the next one.
Fuck, he’d never imagined his heat to be this bad.
Jungkook’s hands found his ass, and the alpha rumbled behind him. “Are you ready, shortcake?”
“Yes, nghh!” he moaned when Taehyung grazed that spot again. “Please put it in,” Yoongi whimpered.
Jungkook chuckled hoarsely, then the tip of his cock found Yoongi’s hole, plunging inside, sinking most of his cock alongside Taehyung.
Taehyung went still as Jungkook’s length slipped into Yoongi’s tight entrance. The omega’s soaked walls swallowed them both, stretched to its limit, the two cocks held tightly together inside.
Yoongi let out a scream. Pain and pleasure burst forth and his spent body couldn’t even differentiate the two. At the back of his mind, he knew the stretch was really fucking painful, but there was also an ardent satisfaction at being filled so thoroughly, so completely there wasn’t room to think or feel anything else.
Jungkook and Taehyung were enormous, rubbing along nerve endings he didn’t even know he had and filling him so full the initial agony of taking two alphas at once tore a high-pitched wail from his lungs.
Taehyung swallowed the sound as he ravaged Yoongi’s mouth, while behind him, he heard Jungkook release a long, dark, lust-filled groan.
“Shit, shit. Shit, this feels so good,” Taehyung rasped on his lips, his hands tightening around Yoongi’s thighs.
“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook growled. The alpha tugged at Yoongi’s hair brutally with one hand and gently stroked his waist with the other. “You good, shortcake?”
Yoongi closed his eyes and whined. He tried to move back and forth, barely, feeling as though the intense pleasure might tear him open, afraid that any real movement might pop one of his alphas out. He wanted this moment to last forever, this moment of being shared.
“Can we move?” Taehyung grunted, almost in pain.
“O-okay,” Yoongi whispered brokenly, digging his nails into Taehyung’s shoulders to ground himself.
Taehyung and Jungkook started to thrust in and out of him, slowly building up speed until Yoongi’s body felt like mere moments away from falling apart altogether—or maybe finally becoming whole.
He could feel every tiny movement either of them made, jostling around his walls, rubbing each other as well as him, sliding together. The feeling was more intense than any orgasm he’d ever had. And it seemed without an end, without a limit.
The two alphas gradually adopted a provocative, slick rhythm that had one thrusting into him when the other withdrew, repeating it again and again until all the pain and discomfort ebbed into a dark, seductive kind of pleasure.
The fantasies he conjured in his mind were nothing compared to the real thing.
Jungkook pressed him harder against Taehyung as the alpha started driving faster, deeper inside his body, his breath hot and heavy against Yoongi’s neck. One of his hands came up to curve around Yoongi’s throat, and his thumb and forefinger gripped Yoongi’s jaw to turn his head and kiss him.
Jungkook’s lips instantly slanted across him, rough and possessive. The alpha’s tongue plunged deep, taking Yoongi’s mouth with a thorough aggression that staggered him.
“S-so g-good,” Yoongi hiccupped into Jungkook’s lips.
“Fuck yes, you were made to squeeze our cocks. A perfect fuckhole.”
Yoongi whimpered. Jungkook’s crass words combined with more praises from Taehyung caused a burning lust inside him. His body was on an edge of pleasure so profound he wondered if he would ever come down from it.
“I’m going to fucking cum,” Taehyung said to them both, his teeth gritted. “So hard.”
“Not inside him, Tae,” breathed Jungkook. “Can’t knot him like this.”
Yoongi started to protest, but Taehyung shushed him with a kiss. “Don’t worry, sugar. The night is long.”
Yoongi shivered at the promise. Taehyung fucked into him a few more times before the alpha pulled out completely and splattered his cum against Yoongi’s stomach.
Jungkook continued to pound into him, abusing his stretched hole as Taehyung held him open for the alpha. And Yoongi’s loud whimpers and moans echoed in the room, reveling at the delicious tension of an impending orgasm welling inside him, too.
It wasn’t too long before Yoongi and Jungkook were cumming one after another, with the omega crying out as the devastating sensations coursing through him seemed to splinter him into a million pieces.
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Boneless and feeling like a rag doll, Yoongi felt himself being lifted by a pair of strong arms. He was barely awake, too tired at the continuous fucking and orgasms. He was cleaned and dressed, before he was laid on the bed in between two warm bodies.
A blanket was draped over him, and a contented sigh escaped his lips as he burrowed closer to a hard chest and preened in the gentle way someone was hugging him from behind. Such a tender, soothing contrast from the beasts who’d just ravished him in countless depraved ways.
The thought made his heart race. He’d arrived at The Champagne Room without any emotional expectations toward whoever he chose to hook up with, but there was no denying the connection he felt toward the two alphas in such a short period of time. Not just lust and desire but a deeper chemistry and attraction that stirred inside him and reflected in their actions.
They had ensnared every one of his senses, giving him the kind of unparalleled pleasure he’d only fantasized about, a night he’d definitely never forget.
Though he needed to remind himself again and again that this was a one-time thing.
That sooner rather than later, he was arranged to be married. He would be someone’s omega. And then his freedom would be gone.
But as Yoongi drifted to sleep, one thought flashed incessantly in his mind:
How the hell would he recover from this?