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Taehyung hates clubs. Hates how loud and crowded they are, how stinky they are of sweat and all types of alphas, and especially hates how everyone bumps into him. On accident or intentionally, who knows? People are just rude. They either don’t care that such a fragile omega could easily lose balance and fall, or they use the opportunity to start groping him, as if that was totally acceptable.
It most certainly isn’t.
That’s why Taehyung turns to growl at the alpha behind him, swatting the asshole’s hand away aggressively.
“Fuck off,” he spits, and makes his way towards the bar area, relaxing a little when he sees a familiar face behind the counter.
See, Taehyung would never come to a club if it wasn’t for his brother. But alas, he doesn’t really have much choice if he wants to see him and spend time with him. And sue Taehyung, he misses Seokjin like crazy. The alpha overworks himself, and he’s barely ever available to hang out with. To have a meal together, simple as that. Taehyung has scolded him multiple times before, but Seokjin just wouldn’t listen. He still works the afternoon shift at their local grocery store, and then hurries his way over to this club to be a bartender for the night. Then goes home to sleep for a few hours and everything starts all over again the next day. He says he doesn’t mind, but Taehyung knows he’s exhausted, so he tries to put his hatred for clubs aside, and he comes visit him on most nights.
Seokjin can’t always pay attention to him, he knows that, but whenever he somehow has a bit of free time, Taehyung is right there to cheer him up, or just silently keep him company on his smoke breaks. The alpha doesn’t say it often, but he’s very thankful for his little brother and his efforts to be there for him, and if Taehyung can provide some sort of comfort, then he’ll suck it up; and he’ll come to this disgusting, dirty, stinky, hellhole of a place full of disrespectful alphas.
Because he loves Seokjin.
“Jesus, I wanted to punch him so bad,” he complains the moment he sits his freshly groped ass down on a barstool.
Seokjin just smiles at him ruefully while pouring beer for a costumer, knowing full well that this isn’t the omega’s first time receiving such treatment while getting from the entrance to the bar counter.
He keeps chattering away, even though Seokjin can hardly hear him, preoccupied with serving costumers, though he does nod his head and hums a couple of times to show he’s listening, even if he can’t give Taehyung his undivided attention.
Taehyung is still fuming inside, talking shit about alphas when a scent hits his nose, from somewhere behind him and it’s such a refreshment to the scent of his surroundings, that embarrassingly enough he almost follows it. Luckily, he doesn’t have to go anywhere, because the owner of the scent sits down right next to him on an empty stool.
And Taehyung doesn’t want to stare, okay? He really doesn’t, because he knows how uncomfortable that can make an omega, – he’s been on the receiving end of it more times than he can count, after all – but he can’t resist. He turns his head the same time as the stranger does, so they lock eyes easily, and Taehyung’s breath catches in his throat the moment he takes in the other omega’s whole face; blond hair surrounding sharp, yet somehow simultaneously soft features.
He’s beautiful, mesmerizing even, and Taehyung really isn’t one for dramatics, but this guy is just that gorgeous.
“Hi,” he greets, shy, but feeling this urge to initiate a conversation, and he doesn’t know where it comes from, but the delicious scent of lilac and spring is so attractive to him, he feels dizzy with want all of a sudden.
“Hey,” the boy greets back, and his smile is so kind Taehyung almost melts. “I’m Jeongguk.”
“I-I’m Taehyung,” he internally facepalms after stuttering, but Jeongguk doesn’t make fun of him – of course he doesn’t. With a face like an angel’s, and a scent so heavenly, Taehyung thinks it would be impossible for this boy to be a bad person.
“And I’m Seokjin,” comes a new voice, effectively bursting the two omegas’ little bubble. Taehyung rolls his eyes, and immediately starts explaining the situation after he notices how rigid Jeongguk’s body became upon having an unfamiliar alpha’s attention on him.
“He’s my brother.”
“Right,” Seokjin agrees, nodding firmly, keeping his gaze on Jeongguk’s tense figure. “Taehyung’s my little brother, and I would do anything to protect him.”
“Hyung,” Taehyung whines. “This is so unnecessary. You’re scaring him.”
“Well, he should know –“
“Hyung, stop!” Taehyung pleads.
“It’s okay,” Jeongguk manages to cut in. “I have two overprotective alpha best friends, so I get it. They probably would have said a lot worse to you if they were here now, but believe me, they’re all bark, no bite.”
Taehyung laughs, secretly glad that his brother’s behaviour didn’t scare Jeongguk away.
“They seem like good hyungs to me. Jin is the same,” he says, smile never leaving his face. Jeongguk nods, agreeing. Taehyung doesn’t want the conversation to stop so he asks the first thing that comes to mind. “So, can I ask how old you are?”
“I’m twenty-two, how about you?”
“Twenty-three. You can call me hyung if you want, but Taehyung or even Tae is fine with me,” Taehyung offers with an easy smile.
“Okay, Tae,” Jeongguk smirks, and Taehyung swears his heart skips a couple of beats. Fuck, he doesn’t even know how or why, but he thinks that was really hot. Maybe it’s been too long since he last got laid.
He tries to get rid of these thoughts for now, initiating a different type of conversation. He learns that Jeongguk actually didn’t come to the club alone, but his omega friends abandoned him for some alpha fuckboys, so he wanted to go home, but ended up next to Taehyung instead. The older omega also gets to know more about Jeongguk’s two alpha hyungs, Namjoon and Yoongi, who have been together for almost ten years now. In exchange, Taehyung tells the younger the reason he’s here, and all about his brother’s stupid plan of working himself to death just to save enough money to move to Paris for some time. Okay, the plan sounds really nice, and Seokjin’s efforts are admirable, but in Taehyung’s humble opinion, Paris is not worth dying for. And severe lack of sleep and exhaustion can lead up to that, although Taehyung was never that good in Biology.
His rant gets interrupted by someone yelling on his other side.
When he turns his head, the first thing that catches his eye is the pastel pink hear of an omega, and the second thing is the angry tears in his eyes.
“Get the fuck away from me,” the pink-haired boy shouts again, yanking his hand out of a much larger alpha’s hold. The alpha growls, and he’s ready to grab him again, but Taehyung is on his feet, in front of the omega before he can even register what he’s doing.
“Leave him alone,” he warns, voice even lower than his natural tone. He hears the boy behind him growl, as he steps next to him, now the two of them against the alpha.
But of course, this is an entitled prick that’s in front of them, so he doesn’t take the threatening tone well at all.
“You think the two of you are enough to stop me?” He growls through gritted teeth.
“Maybe not, but the three of us surely are,” Jeongguk comes up next to them. Taehyung is surprised at how calm he sounds.
“Make that five,” a new voice cuts in, and they all turn to look at a red haired alpha, with Seokjin in tow. “If you don’t leave my club right now, I’m sure my bouncers would like to help you with that.”
It takes a couple of seconds, but the threatening alpha ends up retreating. After that, it’s tense for a bit, but Taehyung is the first to speak, never one for awkward silences.
“Are you okay?” He asks the stranger, and the boy nods, still breathing heavy, trying to calm himself down. Taehyung understands that the other needs a bit more time so they can talk, so he does the next best thing he can think of.
“I’m gonna order three martinis on the house,” he announces brightly, and the club’s owner – Hoseok – rolls his eyes as he reaches over the counter, ruffling the younger’s silver hair, probably ruining the waves, which makes the omega’s pout turn from pleading to an annoyed one.
“Tae, honey, I think I need to remind you again,” Hoseok says, aiming to be serious, but the corners of his lips are twitching with amusement. “Just because your brother works here, it doesn’t mean I can give you free alcohol whenever you want. Even Seokjin only gets a fifty percent discount.”
“But Hosokie hyung,” Taehyung whines softly, lips yet again forming a cute pout that he knows Hoseok can hardly resist. “Please.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes again, but otherwise stays silent, only nodding to Seokjin, signalling that he can start making the martinis. Seokjin just laughs, shaking his head, knowing how weak his boss is when it comes to his little brother.
Taehyung knows too, knows that whining and pouting paired with puppy eyes always gets him whatever he wants from his hyungs, and he’s rather proud of the fact.
“Someone has influence,” comes a high voice from Taehyung’s side. He turns to look at the pink-haired omega, who has a teasing grin on his face, seemingly having calmed down. Taehyung decides he likes him.
And oh, like him he definitely does, because now that the boy isn’t emitting scared and angry pheromones, his scent has cleared, and it is absolutely not okay how Taehyung immediately wants a taste. What is wrong with him? This is the second omega he met tonight that he wants to fuck, and he knew he was into omegas and not alphas, but this turn of events is very unexpected. Maybe it has been way too long since he had sex, but he can’t help leaning closer to the sweetest strawberry and cream he has ever smelt, and fuck, his scent even matches his hair and Taehyung is on the verge of passing out from this discovery alone.
“He does,” Jeongguk chimes in. As he moves his hand, Taehyung is hit by his lilac scent yet again, now mixed with strawberries and cream. His mouth starts to water. “His older brother would have probably given us those free martinis even if the other alpha said no.”
Well, he’s definitely not wrong.
“I would never,” Seokjin protests, placing their drinks in front of them.
“Oh, come on,” Taehyung snickers. “Even Jeongguk knows how weak you are for your little brother, and he’s only known us for like half an hour.”
“Ugh, whatever,” Seokjin replies, turning to serve another costumer.
Taehyung sits down on his previous stool then, still grinning from ear to ear. This night is already the best he’s had here, and it hasn’t even started yet.
“So,” the pink omega sits on one of his sides. “The older brother is Seokjin, the other alpha with the red hair is Hoseok, you’re Jeongguk –“ he points to the omega that took a seat on the other side of Taehyung, then points at Taehyung himself, “– and you’re Tae.”
“Taehyung,” the omega in question nods.
“Well, Taehyung, Jeongguk, I’m Jimin,” the pink-haired omega announces, smiling gently. “Thank you for helping me with that asshole.”
“You don’t have to thank us,” Taehyung assures. “He was acting way out of line, and put his hands on you when you clearly told him to leave you alone. Of course we helped.”
Jeongguk nods beside him.
“The guy also stank,” he says, scrunching his nose in disgust.
“Well, you guys smell really nice, so it wasn’t hard to get that gross scent out of my nose,” Jimin giggles.
Taehyung promptly chokes on his martini. Him, smelling nice? Also, was that said in a flirty way? He doesn’t know, but either way, it almost feels more intimate to compliment scents than to compliment physical features for example, so Jimin’s words make him hot all over.
“Well, it’s not that hard to find someone who smells better than that idiot,” he jokes, huffing out a laugh.
“Yeah, well, that’s the downside of dating apps. They seem so nice through texts, and the minute you meet them, it’s like they’re not even the same person,” Jimin shrugs. “I know I was naïve enough to believe him – I mean, after all, who in their right mind would agree to go to a club with someone for the first date? But he honestly was one of the nicest guys I have ever talked to on the app, and I kinda trusted him already for some reason, even though we’ve only been talking for like a week or so.”
Taehyung and Jeongguk are, quite frankly, speechless.
“So,” Jeongguk clears his throat. “This was actually supposed to be a date? What the fuck? I thought he was just some random dude that started harassing you here just for fun. Wouldn’t be the first time happening to me.”
“Same,” Taehyung agrees. “And the fact that he actually gained your trust beforehand, just to do this?”
“We danced for a little while and then he decided he wanted me to go home with him,” Jimin says, frowning. “Like, we’ve been here for like twenty minutes and you already wanna leave? Not a single drink, not a kind word, not even a short conversation, just some grinding on the dance floor, and you wanna fucking go? Unbelievable…”
Taehyung scrunches his nose at the thought of the alpha grinding on Jimin on the dancefloor, then aggressively trying to get him to go home with him. The audacity alphas have.
“That’s disgusting. Like, actually fucking vile, the exact reason I only date omegas.”
Well, there he goes. That was Taehyung shooting his shot, because why not. He was once afraid to flirt with omegas, because he was scared they would judge him for his preferences; being attracted to his own rank and all. But he soon learned that he wasn’t ever going to get the reaction he was dreading – every omega he ever hit on either rejected him nicely or flirted back. The reaction Taehyung was so ready to witness was getting slurs thrown at him, them being aggressive, degrading him with their response, or something like that. However, – Taehyung realized after the first few times – that’s a reaction an alpha would have. No omega was ever to treat him in such way. And ever since, he’d became quite bold with his flirting techniques, whenever he used them. It wasn’t frequently though, he rarely hooked up with people; only ones he found worthy enough. And both Jimin and Jeongguk were more than worthy in his opinion.
“Oh?” Jeongguk questions, intrigued. “And what makes you like omegas more?”
“They smell a lot nicer,” it’s the first thing that comes to Taehyung’s mind. He’s been having quite a hard time in between two mouth-watering scents that belong to two gorgeous omegas. “They’re a lot prettier. They’re trustworthy, more honest. They’re softer, their voice is nicer,” he could go on and on for hours. “They’re better in bed. Know what you like, what makes you feel good, and they give it to you, without asking for anything in return.”
By the end of his rant, Jeongguk’s smile has only widened.
“Sounds like you’re talking from experience.”
“Sure do,” Taehyung nods, not shy to admit it at all. “And you look like you agree with me.”
Jeongguk laughs then, and it’s such a pretty sight, Taehyung can’t help but stare. And when the younger finishes, he just stares into Taehyung’s eyes for a bit, nodding.
“Sure do,” he echoes.
He then places a hand on top of Taehyung’s on the counter. He’s about to acknowledge the situation, but then he feels something else. A hand on his knee, not doing anything, just resting there, gently, not aggressive nor invasive, and Taehyung appreciates the sentiment, he really does, but he needs Jimin’s hand a little higher than that. And okay, this is… not exactly what he imagined would happen, so honestly, he’s a bit confused. He was planning on wooing Jeongguk, because the younger was obviously interested, and although with an aching heart, he thought he would just have to say goodbye to Jimin and his strawberry cream. But that damned hand is making his mind reel.
So, do they both want him? Right now, at the same time? How does that even work? Are they going to fight over him? Oh God, Taehyung really doesn’t want anyone to fight over him, especially not such pretty omegas. But what is he going to do now? His skills only extend to flirting and fucking, he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do when there are two people interested in him at the same time, and he’s kind of panicking right now and –
“Hey, Tae?” Seokjin’s voice snaps him out of his miserable overthinking. With the alpha’s presence, both hands on him disappear. “Wanna come with me for a smoke break?”
Taehyung furrows his eyebrows, looking around the bar area. There aren’t a lot of people, but there are still enough that Hoseok would need a helping hand serving them, so Taehyung doesn’t really understand the sudden question, but nods anyway. He needs to get out of here for a while.
He gets up from his stool, and is about to follow Seokjin without another word, but he can’t help himself. He turns to the two boys staring back at him with curious eyes, then he winks without looking directly into either’s eyes, and then disappears after his brother, through the back door. In retrospect, it might have made him look like a complete idiot, Taehyung thinks as he steps out into the fresh air, groaning loudly.
“Okay, so maybe it was cowardly of me to run out here with you,” Taehyung admits, sitting a few meters away from his brother, because he doesn’t want the nasty smell of smoke on his clothes.
“Thought you wanted to cool your head a little,” Seokjin snickers. “You three looked pretty cosy back there.”
Taehyung sighs. They probably did look cosy. And really fucking hot together, he’s sure of that.
“Too bad it’s most likely not this easy to find really hot people at a club that are actually open for a threesome,” Taehyung shrugs.
“Well, I think it’s easier than you would imagine.”
Taehyung hums. Maybe, who knows. He for sure doesn’t know why he’s making such a big deal out of all this, it’s not like Jeongguk or Jimin are his close friends. They only met like an hour ago, but there’s just something about their scents that makes Taehyung attracted to them, and he feels like they’d work really well together, maybe not just in bed.
Though he shouldn’t think so far ahead, he still keeps imagining the three of them in various different scenarios as he follows Seokjin back to the club. His mind full of fantasies, of eating strawberries with whipped cream in a garden full of lilacs, and then –
And then he sees it. The way Jeongguk leans into Jimin, and how Jimin looks at the younger.
Taehyung heart doubles in size at the sight in front of him. He remembers back to the way they both touched him earlier – gentle, but with intent. And now they’re doing the same to each other. Because there’s definitely intent in the way Jeongguk’s arms sneak around Jimin’s waist, looking at him with want in his eyes.
And when Taehyung gets closer, they both snap their heads towards him at the same time, nostrils seemingly flaring as if trying to get more of his scent in their lungs. They smile sheepishly then, but the hunger stays in their eyes.
“Wanna dance?” Taehyung asks when he’s close enough so that the other two boys can hear him.
They nod in unison and Taehyung leads them to the furthest corner of the dancefloor, where there are less people.
Taehyung never thought something like this would happen to him, but right as they settle in a mostly empty spot, the song changes from a terrible remix to something sexier. A song that fits the atmosphere better.
Taehyung finds himself trapped between the two again, just like he had been at the bar, but he doesn’t mind. A hand tentatively reaches around him to bring him closer to his body, and when Taehyung looks behind him, he’s met with Jeongguk’s beautiful face, asking for permission. Taehyung nods, but he doesn’t even wait for the younger to pull him flush against his chest, he goes willingly, sighing in content and already moving his hips to the beat of the song.
He stretches his hands out for Jimin to come closer, and the third omega does with a smile on his face. His arms snake around Taehyung’s neck, pressing himself to the front of him, and now as he’s sandwiched between Jimin and Jeongguk, all three moving their bodies, easily finding a rhythm that works for them, Taehyung sighs in contentment.
He lets his head drop onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, baring his neck, and a surprised groan leaves Jimin’s lips before he leans in to talk into his ear.
“Taehyungie, you look so good like this,” Jimin pants, mouth hovering over the younger’s ear before it goes on a little adventure. The first stop is just under his earlobe, and he nibbles on it softly, making Taehyung’s breath hitch. Jimin then moves his mouth further down, nibbling on the smooth caramel skin relatively gently until he reaches the part of the neck where a mating mark would generally go.
It’s forbidden territory, and Taehyung feels his wolf complaining about the blind trust he has in two strangers who are caging him in; with one holding him by the waist firmly and the other way too close to the most vulnerable part of someone.
But the thing is; Taehyung loves feeling vulnerable. He usually doesn’t find people he feels comfortable around enough to let his guards down, but when he does, he loves the feeling of letting them take control. And he trusts Jimin and Jeongguk, for some reason. His gut instinct is telling him they’re good people and he’s safe with them.
That’s why he just moans and tilts his head even more as Jimin mouths over the sensitive area. He doesn’t touch it with his teeth, just leaves open mouthed kisses all over it, before moving his mouth back up a bit and carefully starts sucking a hickey on his skin. The feeling of the other omega’s teeth scraping, biting and licking over the skin on his neck makes the first dose of arousal shoot up Taehyung’s spine. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the feeling, and absolutely loving it, when Jeongguk finds his mouth with his own, kissing him hard.
It’s a rather awkward position to be making out, but he doesn’t care, he’s just happy he’s finally being kissed.
Taehyung moans into Jeongguk’s mouth, the sensation of the younger’s tongue dancing with his own is already too much, and he feels like he’s high, floating on clouds, because the two omegas make him feel so good.
Their hips are still moving, although very off rhythm, but the friction they create with their sloppy movements is exhilarating.
Taehyung pulls away from Jeongguk for air, abruptly grabbing Jimin’s hair and pulling him away from his neck, slotting their lips together in an urgent kiss. This one is different to the one he just shared with Jeongguk, but it’s not any worse or better. The way Jimin moves his plush lips is softer, not as demanding and dominating as Jeongguk, but still very precise and confident in what he’s doing.
Breathless, they separate, and the moment they do, Jimin and Jeongguk’s lips find each other, heavily making out over Taehyung’s shoulders and as he watches them through lidded eyes, he wishes they were somewhere else, in private. If they were, Taehyung would drop to his knees right this second, no doubt, because the way Jeongguk keeps rubbing his bulge on his ass is driving him absolutely crazy. He can tell that the younger is pretty well gifted in that area, and his mouth waters at the thought. He moves his hips a little more purposefully now, rolling his ass back on the younger harder, making Jeongguk groan into his kiss with Jimin.
Taehyung unclasps his hands from around Jimin’s shoulders just to drop them lower, grabbing the his ass, groaning quietly when he feels how soft it is. God, he really wants to get out of here.
When Jeongguk and Jimin part their breathing is ragged, chests heaving and eyes glazed over with want, and Taehyung can relate.
“Wanna go back to mine?” The youngest asks, licking over his pink lips, and Taehyung follows the movement with his eyes, wanting a taste, so he leans in for a quick peck, nodding furiously.
“Fuck, yes,” he says enthusiastically, Jimin smiling and nodding as well in answer.
They hold each other’s hands so they don’t get lost in the crowd. All three are aware of the occasional stares they get on their way to the bar, from filthy alphas that are close enough to get a whiff of the scent of arousal surrounding them.
When they reach the bar, Seokjin’s eyes are already on them, eyebrows raised, gaze focused on his little brother’s neck that Jimin left his marks on. Hoseok turns to them as well, just having finished serving a costumer and also raises an eyebrow at the sight of the three omegas. He just smiles teasingly, giving a thumbs up to Taehyung, but he has to serve another costumer so he doesn’t stay to chat to them.
And really, they’re not here to chat, Taehyung just wanted to tell Seokjin that he’s leaving.
“Be careful,” his brother reminds him, the look he sends the other two intended to be threatening, but Jimin and Jeongguk just giggle, promising to take care of him.
And Taehyung wants them to take care of him so bad.
With one last wave to his brother, he steps out of the club after Jimin and Jeongguk, still holding their hands, a giddy smile on his face.
“How far is your flat?” Jimin asks the youngest.
“It’s about a ten minute walk from here,” Jeongguk responds, then cheekily adds: “Impatient much?”
“Me?” Jimin just scoffs, nudging Taehyung gently. “Have you seen him? He’s so excited I’m about to suffocate from his scent.”
At that, Taehyung falters in his step. His shoulders drop a little, smile fading from his face, even when he tries his hardest to keep it up. His scent must have turned a bit sour, because the other two boys look at him in alarm, concern on their faces.
“Oh, Taehyungie, I was just joking, you know that right?” Jimin asks, stopping, and pulling Taehyung closer, silently asking to look at him.
“But you’re right though, my scent is suffocating. It’s way too sweet and it’s too much and –“
“Hey, hey,” Jeongguk interrupts. “Jimin was just joking, he said it because your scent is really strong, and it’s clear that you’re excited –“
“Which is adorable, by the way,” Jimin chimes in.
“Yes. It’s so fucking endearing,” Jeongguk assures.
“You smell heavenly, Taehyung.”
“Oh,” is all Taehyung can utter, finally looking up, cheeks rosy from all the compliments.
“Yeah, oh,” Jeongguk grins. “Now come on, let’s hurry so Jiminie and I can test if you taste as sweet as you smell.”
Taehyung perks up at that, smile returning. He lets excitement fill him again, pulling two laughing boys behind him as if he actually knows where he’s going. He doesn’t, though, so he let’s Jeongguk continue to guide them after a while.
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” Jimin squeezes his hand.
“It’s okay,” Taehyung answers, honest. “It’s just that so many omegas have vanilla scents… And on top of that, mine is really strong and sweet. Loads of alphas have told me it’s way too much and I smell bad.”
“Uh, excuse me?” Jimin looks at him bewildered. “That’s literally the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Your scent has a little bit of a cinnamon tone to it, which I’ve never smelt before. Trust me, it’s absolutely delicious. I don’t know what’s wrong with people, but they for sure don’t have taste if they think you smell bad.”
“Thank you,” Taehyung says honestly. “My scent is my biggest insecurity, so uh, I’m glad you like it, I guess?”
“And that’s normal,” Jeongguk assures, waving for them to turn a corner. “Everyone has their insecurities.”
Jimin nods along, agreeing with the younger, and it all makes Taehyung warm, already loving their dynamic. It’s a bit too early – okay, it’s way too early say things like this, but he really likes them already. He has a feeling that they’ll stay in touch, maybe even become friends after this.
Jeongguk leads them to a high building, with at least fifteen floors, letting the two other boys step inside the lobby first, holding the door for them like the gentleman he is. He leads them to the elevator next, and thankfully, they don’t have to wait too long for it to arrive. Taehyung is growing restless.
He bites his lip as he looks at the two omegas in front of him. It’s like it only dawns on him then, the reason they’re here; they’re about to fuck. It’s not the same atmosphere as it had been in the club, with alcohol fresh in their system and impatient hands all over each other. But the sexual tension is still there, just a different kind than before. It’s a lot calmer now, but it’s still in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. As Taehyung slowly rakes his eyes up and down both Jimin and Jeongguk, his impatience only grows.
Jimin is absolutely glowing, even in the horrible unnatural white led of the elevator. His hair is a bit messy now, due to being tugged on by both Taehyung and Jeongguk while making out, but it’s still ethereal. It suits his angelic face, with those pillowy lips perfectly.
Next to him, Jeongguk is… well, he’s also ethereal, let’s be honest. Taehyung’s gaze slides down from his blonde locks to his sculpted chest peaking out from his black shirt. He’s broader than Jimin, built differently, but they’re both breathtakingly hot in their own ways. Standing next to each other, they’re quite the sight. Taehyung can’t wait to see them naked.
“Like what you see?” Jeongguk teases, amused smile on his face. Taehyung gulps, nodding silently.
It prompts Jeongguk to come closer, and Taehyung automatically steps back until his back hits the wall. The younger cages him in then, faces millimetres apart, when they arrive on the floor Jeongguk lives on. He pulls away, stepping out of the elevator. Jimin snickers as he passes by a flustered Taehyung, taking his hand as they follow the youngest.
Once they step into the apartment and Jeongguk locks the door behind them, the first thing he does is press Taehyung up against it, making him let out a helpless whimper before smashing their lips together harshly. Taehyung mewls at the sensation; desperately grabbing the younger’s waist, fingers dipping under the fabric of his shirt.
“Have you guys ever had a threesome?” Jimin asks as he watches them, leaning sideways against the door.
The other two stop kissing then, turning towards the oldest with guilty expressions on their faces.
“No,” Jeongguk admits, stepping away from Taehyung only to go over to Jimin and now crowd him up against the door. “Sorry, were we not paying enough attention to you?”
Jimin just laughs, shaking his head, though indulging himself in wrapping his arms around the younger’s neck, pecking him on the lips.
“That’s not why I asked,” he assures. “I just know I haven’t, so I wasn’t really sure what to do with myself while you two were preoccupied.”
Taehyung hums, looking thoughtful, before he speaks.
“I think we’ll just have to communicate a lot,” he suggests. “About what we like, what we don’t like, or if we feel left out in a certain situation.”
“You’re right,” Jeongguk nods, looking at the other two warmly. They all take their shoes off before he leads them to the living room.
The younger’s apartment is small and tidy, but still feels very cosy and lived-in. It’s nice, fits Jeongguk, Taehyung thinks, from what he got to learn of his personality in this short amount of time they’ve known each other.
“Do you want something to drink?” Jeongguk asks as Taehyung and Jimin settle down on the sofa. “I’ve got a nice bottle of wine that was a gift for my birthday last year. Apparently it’s really good.”
“That sounds lovely,” Jimin answers.
Taehyung just shrugs. He’s not a big fan of wine but he’ll try it.
Jeongguk places a tray with three glasses of wine on the coffee table, then sits down next to Jimin, so for once, the oldest omega is in the middle. Taehyung is quite thankful for that, because it’s hard being between two very beautiful omegas.
He never imagined he’d be in a situation like this, but he’s not complaining. He watches as Jimin picks up a glass of wine, and is about to take a sip, when he remembers something.
“God, where are my manners,” he giggles, and as Jeongguk follows suit, Taehyung can’t help but let out an amused laugh as well. “Cheers.”
Jimin raises his glass, and so the other two do the same. They clink them together, smiling softly, and Taehyung notices they all emit a scent of contentment, all relaxed and comfortable. Maybe they feel the same as he does, like they’re somehow meant to be right here, in this moment, just the three of them.
He watches as Jimin places his free hand on Jeongguk’s thigh, squeezing lightly, licking his lips as he takes a sip of wine. It’s so interesting to him, Jimin is all delicate and soft looking, with a voice to match with it, but he’s coy and flirty, and Jeongguk is all buff with sharp features, but the way he laughs and talks is so adorable and boyish. Jimin and Jeongguk fit together nicely, Taehuyng thinks. He’s not sure how he himself fits into the equation, but as Jimin puts an arm around his waist, and Jeongguk glances at him with this sultry look in his eyes from behind the rim of his glass, taking a sip and deliberately licking his lips afterwards… he’s not going to question it.
Instead, he decides to drink as well. And oh, what a big mistake that is.
“Ew,” he says, frowning and trying his hardest not to gag. This is an expensive wine, it’s supposed to be good! “Fuck, I’m sorry but uhm - I don’t think I’ll drink this.”
“Is it that bad?” Jeongguk asks, laughing at his expression.
“Yes,” he says immediately. “I don’t like wine but I thought since it’s so fancy, it’s going to be nice. Apparently not.”
“Well, sorry about that,” Jeongguk apologizes, still smiling. “Do you want something else? I also have beer, and a little bit of vodka left. Mixed with orange juice? Or just simply orange juice. Or water, if that’s what you want. I also have snacks, do you guys want snacks?”
He’s so adorable, Taehyung wants to pinch his cheeks. He shakes his head, declining the offer, and Jimin does the same.
“I’m good, thank you,” Taehyung says. Licking his lips, he considers staying quiet and ending the conversation here, but he’s feeling bold tonight. “There’s another way I could keep my mouth preoccupied, though.”
The implication is clear, and its weight hangs in the air, heavy.
“Feel free, pretty.”
It’s Jimin who answers first, and Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees in front of him, the other instantly spreading his legs so he can fit in between. Licking his lips again, he reaches towards Jimin’s crotch, the other one firmly holding onto Jeongguk’s thigh, who’s watching the whole scene intensely. Taehyung applies pressure on Jimin’s clothed cock, rubbing his palm over the area a few times, before he unbuckles his belt, using both hands. Searching for permission, he looks up at Jimin, who gives a quick nod.
“Go ahead, babe,” he says, taking a sip of wine and Taehyung shivers from the petname.
He feels his face warm up as he undoes the button and pulls the zipper of Jimin’s black jeans down. It’s been a while since he gave head, and he’s never done it in front of an audience before. Even if it’s just Jeongguk who watches the way his hands fumble to pull both Jimin’s underwear and jeans down just enough so his cock is free. Taehyung just stares at it, gulping hard, before he leans in to nose along the length, half hard, and twitching when his breath hits it. He takes it in his hand, pumping it a few times as he watches it harden fully, Jimin letting out sweet whines as he does so.
Taehyung’s other hand makes its way back to the top of Jeongguk’s thigh, though he doesn’t stop there; he slides his palm towards the inside of the other omega’s thigh, squeezing gently, before palming him through his jeans. All the while, his other hand is relentless in stroking Jimin, and even though it seems like that would be enough to get him off, he thinks Jimin deserves better. He leans forward to plant a kiss right on top of the omega’s tip, before taking as much into his mouth as he can.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimin groans, grabbing Taehyung’s head with his free hand, tangling his fingers in his hair, holding onto him as he closes his eyes and leans back on the couch. Taehyung bobs his head a few times, before he goes all the way down to the base, his nose touching Jimin’s pubic hair as his dick hits the back of his throat. The omega moans then, tightening his hold in Taehyung’s hair.
The latter pulls off with a loud pop, saliva connecting his mouth and the tip of Jimin’s dick. Tears dim his vision as he looks up at Jimin, then his eyes trail to Jeongguk who’s now very much on the verge of pulling his own pants down and touching himself properly, not just through clothes. Taehyung smiles at him innocently, keeping his hand on the younger’s crotch and turning his attention back to Jimin.
“Wanna cum now? Or wait ‘til later?” He asks, voice hoarse.
“Now,” Jimin answers. “Can cum again later.”
Taehyung grins as he leans back in, lips on the tip of Jimin’s dick as he says:
“Fuck my mouth then, babe.”
Both Jimin and Jeongguk groan at that, making Taehyung huff out a laugh, glancing at the younger briefly, who’s in the process of unbuckling his belt.
“You’re unbelievable,” Jimin whispers, downing the rest of his wine and bending over to put the glass on the coffee table. Settling back, he grabs a hold of Taehyung’s head with both hands now, and Taehyung faintly feels Jeongguk guiding his fingers around his bare, hard dick, as Jimin pushes his own member past his pliant lips.
Taehyung doesn’t remember ever enjoying blowing someone this much. And he’s not even that big of a fan of deepthroating, let alone having someone fuck his mouth. But there’s something about Jimin, the way he tastes, moans so sweetly, the way he looks down at him through lidded eyes, to the way he smells – soft strawberry and cream mixed with heavy lust and desire, and that hint of sweetness that Taehyung knows is slick. He’s just so irresistible, so delicious that Taehyung can feel his own slick beginning to wet his underwear.
His dick is straining his pants and he wants to touch himself, but he’s a bit preoccupied with one hand now firmly around Jeongguk’s cock, and the other desperately holding onto Jimin’s thigh as the latter fucks his mouth. He’s relentless in his movements, desperately chasing his orgasm.
“Gonna cum,” he grunts, voice thick with pleasure. He loosens on his death grip on Taehyung’s head, so the other omega could move away if he wanted to, but Taehyung doesn’t plan on doing so at all.
He braces himself to gag on Jimin’s hot cum shooting straight down his throat, and just when he takes a big breath, Jimin lets go, cumming long and hard inside his mouth. Taehyung swallows almost all of it. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he quickly recovers, shooting a cheeky smile to Jimin before climbing on top of Jeongguk, straddling him.
“Open your mouth for me?” He mumbles, blinking down innocently at a dishevelled Jeongguk.
The omega obeys, opening his mouth as wide as he can, and Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to spit the remaining cum that he kept in his mouth. A thick, long string of saliva connects his and Jeongguk’s lips as he leans back.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” groans Jimin, while Jeongguk swallows his cum mixed with Taehyung’s spit. It should be disgusting, but it seems like it’s turning all three of them on even more, Taehyung observes, as Jeongguk surges forward to catch his lips in a searing kiss.
The kiss tastes of Jimin and wine, and it’s absolutely delicious. The only problem is, in this position he can’t really ignore the little problem between his legs. With an instinctual movement to gain some much needed friction on his dick he rolls his hips down, and even though it’s not a lot, it makes him sigh into Jeongguk’s mouth. He imagines it must be heaven for the younger, and it’s proven when he straight up moans at the same time.
Taehyung looks down at the place where their crotches touch, and the sight has his dick twitching in his pants. Jeongguk’s cock is an angry red, drooling precum, and it’s just as pretty as Jimin’s, about the same size. It’s sticking out of Jeongguk’s pants, the zipper pulled down just enough so he could get it out to touch himself properly, and it’s a huge contrast between his all-black attire. Taehyung is about to climb down from his lap, to get on his knees like he did in front of Jimin, when the younger speaks up.
“Should we move this to the bedroom?”
All three of them agree. Anticipation builds up in Taehyung as he’s about to get up, but Jeongguk grabs the back of his thighs and stands up with him in his arms instead. It’s so damn hot, the omega can feel the other’s muscles straining his shirt with effort as he clings to his shoulders, squealing like a teenager when Jeongguk takes off to the bedroom, shouting for Jimin to wait there so he can do the same to him.
Taehyung giggles as he’s thrown onto the bed, thoroughly endeared by the fact that Jeongguk is so playful and even goes back to get Jimin after leaving a quick peck on his lips and turning on some lights in the room. The sight of his dick flopping around, sticking out of his pants is rather amusing now, instead of being hot.
And Taehyung likes this. Loves it a lot, actually. How fun and playful it all is, how he feels like he’s known Jimin and Jeongguk since forever. Closing his eyes with a dopey smile, he buries his face into the sheets. It smells so much like Jeongguk, so comforting and soft and wonderful, so nice to be surrounded by. As he opens his eyes again, he notices how different the omega’s room is to the rest of his flat. It’s decorated, pictures, posters and vinyls on the wall, a record player in one of the corners, crystals and books on the shelves. Plushies in neat order on the armchair next to the record player. And the sources of light; fairy lights. It casts such a nice glow on everything, and Taehyung loves the vibes of Jeongguk’s bedroom. Can tell it’s a safe haven to the younger, much more personal than the rest of his apartment. He doesn’t know how often he brings people back to his flat, and specifically to his bedroom; for all he knows it could happen every weekend. But for some reason he feels special being here. He gets the feeling that Jeongguk is a pretty private person when it comes to things like this.
His train of thought gets interrupted by the two other omegas entering the room. Strawberries and cream accompany lilac, and it’s delicious. Jimin is laughing loudly as Jeongguk throws him next to Taehyung, quickly discarding his pants and tucking his erection inside his underwear. Jimin’s laugh dies down, though, spreading his legs instantly as the younger climbs on top of him, caging him in and capturing his plush lips in a slow kiss. They look mesmerizing, from where Taehyung is watching them make out. Pink and blond locks mend together in the warm hue of fairy lights, lips and tongue tasting each other as Jeongguk starts to undress the omega under him.
Jimin is just as gorgeous naked as Taehyung imagined. Gracefully thin and petite, but strong at the same time, skin on the paler side but absolutely glowing still. His shirt comes off, then his pants, and he’s in nothing but his underwear in the blink of an eye. His dick is hard again, even after an earth-shattering orgasm, and it strains his briefs, the outline visible. Taehyung almost misses having it in his mouth. He doesn’t even realize he’s palming his now uncomfortably hard dick until he makes a noise from the back of his throat, something akin to a whine mixed with a frustrated groan. He surprises himself as well as the two omegas next to him. His desperation makes them giggle at him cutely, and Jeongguk leaves Jimin behind to straddle Taehyung.
“You’re absolutely right,” Jeongguk says, rolling his hips down. “He already came, we’re the ones who need to get off now.”
His statement is punctuated by sticking his tongue out at Jimin, and the other just laughs, looking at them with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Exactly,” Taehyung decides to join in on the bickering. “What are you, a pillow princess, Jimin-ah?”
The question makes Jimin raise an eyebrow (it shouldn’t be as sexy as Taehyung thinks it is) as he stretches out across the bed like a cat.
“And if I am?” He challenges, grinning widely.
As Taehyung is about to reply back in a similar witty style, Jeongguk lets out a groan on top of him.
“Fuck,” he cries out. “How are people doing this without going insane? I want you both so bad, at the same time, right now.”
The expression on his face is adorable, Taehyung thinks.
“I think we can kind of make that happen,” Jimin suggests. Jeongguk visibly perks up, and Taehyung can’t resist anymore. He reaches up with both hands and pinches his cheeks, making them go pink, and Taehyung coos. How can someone be so cute and hot at the same time is beyond him. “You can fuck me, while Tae fucks you. Or fuck Tae, while I’m fucking you, I don’t mind either.”
“See!” Jeongguk exclaims. “This is what I’m talking about. How am I supposed to choose?”
“We can switch in the middle of it if you want, baby,” Taehyung laughs. Jeongguk nods, and he abruptly leans down to press his swollen lips against his. Taehyung huffs out another laugh. “Eager,” he mumbles, easily sliding his tongue inside the younger’s mouth.
After making out for a while, Taehyung decides it’s time to take his clothes off, because the strain against his jeans is borderline unbearable at this point. He sits up with Jeongguk still straddling him, and reaches for his own shirt, quickly taking it off, before doing the same with Jeongguk’s. He then flips them over, so he’s in between the younger’s legs, the other omega moaning at being manhandled. Slender, tattooed fingers involuntarily move to his clothed erection to give it a few pumps.
Taehyung uses this moment to finally get rid of his jeans, and while he’s at it, he also discards his underwear, which is soaked with slick and precum. He can smell how his scent gets thicker in the air because of that, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees Jimin licking his lips.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin calls, and that’s what snaps the younger out of the haze of pleasure he was giving himself. “Where do you keep lube and condoms?”
Jeongguk points to a chest of drawers not far from the bed, and Jimin is on his feet already.
“Third drawer,” Jeongguk supplies.
While Jimin looks for the items, Taehyung gets back in between Jeongguk’s legs. The younger focuses his attention back to him, gaze sliding up and down his completely naked form.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers in awe, and Taehyung blushes. He’s been called pretty plenty of times, but the sincerity in Jeongguk’s voice makes butterflies erupt in his tummy. The compliment is accompanied by curious hands touching down his abdomen, all the way to his dripping cock. Jeongguk takes it into his hands, giving it a few experimental strokes, biting his lips like he’s concentrating on making him feel good. The moment he thumbs at his slit, Taehyung feels the bed dip, Jimin kneeling right behind him as he wraps his hands around his waist, making goosebumps erupt all over his golden skin.
He must be in heaven right now. Bracketed by two insanely gorgeous omegas who are ready to pleasure him – it’s too good to be true.
Taehyung is so preoccupied with Jeongguk jerking him off, that he doesn’t notice Jimin stripping his underwear, making him naked as well as himself. The older presses impossibly close to him, chest to back, and he feels Jimin’s cock drag along his ass; Taehyung’s slick more than enough for the other to fit his dick between his cheeks, grinding on him softly. Taehyung’s hole flutters at the thought of being filled, but he knows they need to wait with that.
“Can I eat you out?” Jimin rasps into his ear. Taehyung’s dick twitches in Jeongguk’s hold. He doesn’t hesitate to nod.
“Please,” he whines. He’s been deprived of stimulation for so long now, he feels like he’s about to lose his mind from the hands all over him. He feels so safe between the two omegas.
“Ggukie,” Jimin calls over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Scoot back a little, please. And turn around, so Taehyungie can open you up while I eat him out.”
Jeongguk obeys easily, ever so eager with his movements. He takes his underwear off, flops on his belly and reaches for a pillow to rest his head on. He spreads his legs, pushing his ass out, presenting himself to the two watching his every move with hungry eyes. When the youngest is done positioning himself, he looks back at them with a smile that’s meant to be innocent. It’s anything but that.
Taehyung quickly gets behind him on his hands and knees, so ready to have a taste. Jimin gives him the lube after squeezing a generous amount on his own fingers, and Taehyung does the same. Taehyung touches Jeongguk the same time Jimin touches him, which makes him halt in his movement. The finger against his rim is making his mind reel, and he leaks a fresh drop of slick just from that. He hears a groan from behind him, and Jimin buries his face in his ass, licking a long stripe over his fluttering hole.
“Taste and smell so nice, Taehyungie,” Jimin praises.
The compliment is something Taehyung is always looking for when he’s hooking up with people. Not everyone praises him on his scent, and that’s fine; everyone has different taste when it comes to that kind of stuff. But his scent has always been an insecurity of his, ever since his peers made fun of him because of it in high school after he presented. So, he always seeks validation, especially from sexual partners, and the fact that both Jeongguk and Jimin genuinely find it attractive… it just makes everything so much better.
And it feels heavenly – the wet tongue now gently prodding at his entrance, catching any drop of slick gushing past his rim. Jimin soon replaces his tongue with a lubed up finger, slowly pushing it inside and making Taehyung moan. It’s been a long time since he’s hooked up with someone, and an even longer time since he’s let people see him like this; all bare and vulnerable.
While Jimin is fucking him with his finger, slowly working up to two, Taehyung belatedly realizes he kind of got lost in his own pleasure, and the only thing he used Jeongguk’s butt for was to rest his head on it.
“Sorry, baby,” he apologizes to the younger, who shakes his head, an amused smile playing on his lips as he looks back at Taehyung over his shoulder.
“Jimin’s fingers are that good?” Jeongguk asks, grinning.
“Well, that,” Taehyung laughs, squeezing the supple flesh right in front of his face. “And also, I haven’t done this in quite a while. Bottom, I mean. Haven’t really found the right people, ones that I would trust with it… So, uh, yeah, I got pretty lost in the feeling of someone finally touching my ass.”
He giggles, not really knowing why he explained it in detail, but with Jeongguk and Jimin, he feels like he can share things like this. He feels like he can be open, and have a more serious topic discussed even during foreplay. He never really had that with any past sexual partners before.
“I’m glad you’re trusting us, Tae,” Jimin says, and only just then does Taehyung realize he’s stopped his fingers’ movements when he was talking. He resumes to fucking him now, though. “We’re gonna take good care of you.”
He punctuates his statement by adding another finger, and leaning over his body to kiss his nape. Taehyung sighs in pleasure and contentment, then he grabs the back of Jeongguk’s thighs, and dives right in.
The younger tastes sweet, a stronger version of his natural scent of lilacs. Taehyung has always liked eating omegas out; there’s just something very hot in the messiness of it all, slick and saliva all over the place, running down his chin and his partner’s thighs. And he likes it messy. So he gives it to Jeongguk messy, slurping loudly, and moaning against his puckered hole, drooling even more when Jimin replaces his three fingers with his tongue.
And Taehyung not only loves eating omegas out, he also loves being the one getting his ass eaten. So he’s having a pretty great time right now, to say the least. His and Jeongguk’s moans, and slurping sounds are all that can be heard in the room, and they sound good together.
The lube he smeared on his fingers earlier is all wiped off now, on Jeongguk’s thighs and the sheets, so though with great difficulty, Taehyung finally founds the bottle of lube and squirts a good amount back on his fingers. He doesn’t waste a second more to gently push one inside Jeongguk. The younger’s whimpers are getting louder with each drag of his fingers, and by this point he’s leaking so much slick the bed is soaked underneath him. He imagines he isn’t in any better of a position, especially because Jimin has found his prostate, and now with every jab at it, he’s leaking copious amounts.
He’s got two fingers inside Jeongguk, scissoring them, when Jimin unexpectedly reaches for Taehyung’s dick while he pushes at his prostate again, and that’s all it takes for him to let out a shuddering moan, coming in thick ropes to add to the mess under him, collapsing right on top.
“Shit,” he curses, fingers still in Jeongguk, but focus elsewhere. The younger looks back at him, surprised, and Taehyung can’t say he’s not surprised himself. “I – sorry.”
“Aww baby,” Jimin giggles, hovering over the other omega’s bigger frame, kissing the side of his neck. The sensation makes a shiver run down his spine. “It’s okay. You can cum a second time, right?”
“Mmm,” Taehyung mumbles, face smushed on Jeongguk’s thigh now. The younger is looking back at him, thoroughly amused.
He then starts rocking back on Taehyung fingers, jostling the other’s head that’s resting on top of him again. Taehyung is quick to get back to opening him up, and after adding a third and a fourth finger, he leans down to give the now stretched hole a lick and a kiss, before rolling over to lay on his back next to Jeongguk, who also turns around so he’s not on his stomach anymore.
Jimin watches them from the same spot he was kneeling all this time, a satisfied smile on his face. He hums, crawling over to them. He’s the only one who’s still wearing underwear, and Taehyung feels exposed under his intense gaze, but he absolutely loves the feeling.
“Pretty babies,” Jimin praises. “So beautiful, all bare and ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”
Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk scoffs as he gets up from his spot.
“Get to it, then,” he demands, a cheeky glint in his eyes as he positions himself in front of Taehyung, grabbing his thighs and opening his legs so he could fit in between.
“Brat,” Jimin mumbles, throwing a condom at him.
Jeongguk rolls it on his achingly hard dick, and Jimin reaches over to spread lube all over it, stroking it a few times and enjoying when Jeongguk can’t help himself and lets out a tiny whine. He swats the other omega’s hand away then, brows furrowed.
“Stop,” he says, and Taehyung is sure it was meant to be said in a threatening tone, but in the end, it comes out as a needy whine. Jimin laughs, kissing the younger’s pouty lips in apology, but when he pulls away, Jeongguk’s pout only deepens.
Taehyung adjusts himself while the other two are bickering; he puts a pillow under his bum, and spreads his legs properly so it’d be comfortable for Jeongguk as well. He eyes the younger’s big cock bouncing around as he gets even closer to him, and it’s so very close now to his entrance, just one smooth movement and it would be inside of him… but Jeongguk gets distracted when Jimin attempts to kiss the pout right off his lips, so Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.
He grabs a hold of Jeongguk’s dick, aligning it with his impatient hole. It makes the younger break his kiss with Jimin, moaning into the omega’s mouth while pushing his hips forward on instinct. It makes the tip of his cock enter Taehyung, who throws his head back at the delicious feeling of finally having something inside of him again.
“Go ahead, Ggukie,” Jimin encourages, getting behind the younger, and pushing his hips to dive deeper into the wet heat of Taehyung. They moan in unison when Jeongguk bottoms out. “Fuck him, just like that.”
“God, Tae, you’re so tight,” Jeongguk hisses, slowly pulling his cock out only to slam it back in.
From then on, everything happens quickly. Even though it hasn’t been more then ten minutes since Taehyung came, he feels like he’s on the verge again already. Jeongguk isn’t fucking him hard, but the drag of his cock feels so good against his sensitive walls that heat starts to build in his lower belly already.
And when Jimin pushes inside the younger, Taehyung knows that he’s in a similar position. The movement makes Jeongguk snap his hips forward, and all three of them moan at the feeling. Jimin then starts setting a pace; he grabs Jeongguk’s hips and pushes him down on top of Taehyung, fucking him with desperation.
The younger is now moaning right next to his ear, and even though the only movement inside of him is when Jimin pushes particularly hard into Jeongguk, he still loves every second of this. His dick is trapped between their stomachs, and Taehyung wraps a hand around the younger’s shoulders, humping up onto his abs as much as he can. He nibbles at his ear, then starts kissing down his neck. He hesitates for a moment, not knowing if it’s okay with the younger to bite him on such a vulnerable place, but Jeongguk just tilts his head, allowing him plenty of excess, and Taehyung uses the opportunity to mark him up, sucking and tugging at the skin his neck as both him and Jimin use Jeongguk to get off.
“Gonna –“ Jeongguk tries to say, but it seems like Jimin has found his prostate, because he interrupts himself with a drawn out moan. “Fuck, I – I’m gonna cum –“
And seconds later he’s coming inside Taehyung, filling the condom up. He sags on the omega under him then, with almost all his weight, and it makes for better friction on his dick, and also the tip of Jeongguk’s dick is now reaching his prostate, and with every thrust of Jimin’s, it makes Taehyung get closer and closer to his orgasm.
An overstimulated Jeongguk whimpers in his ear now, tears rolling down his cheeks, wetting Taehyung and the sheets below.
With one last jab to his prostate, and one weak grind on Jeongguk’s abs, Taehyung cums, sinking his teeth into the younger’s neck, just above where a mating mark would go, and it makes him whine. Taehyung squeezes around his dick that’s still inside of him, and with Jimin’s relentless pace, Jeongguk is so incredibly overstimulated at this point that he cums for a second time, weakly spilling inside the condom yet again, crying out in pleasure mixed with pain.
It doesn’t take long for Jimin to follow suit after that, he orgasms with a high moan, slumping forward and right on top of the two other omegas. They’re heavy, so Taehyung softly pushes at Jeongguk’s chest who pushes at Jimin’s chest and with that, both roll off of him and sprawl out on the bed next to him.
Taehyung just stares at the ceiling, post coital bliss kicking in. His body feels heavy from two orgasms, and his mind is hazy. He’s content, cosy, and feels safe right here. And even though he knows he’s covered in all kinds of bodily fluids, he could just fall asleep right now.
He’s on the verge of doing so, when he feels Jimin move beside him, throwing a leg across his body, cuddling up to his side. But Jeongguk somehow manages to get up from bed, stretching his body and yawning. He gently slaps both Taehyung’s and Jimin’s thighs.
“We should shower before we end up falling asleep all dirty,” he suggests. His voice is small, tired.
Taehyung and Jimin silently agree. They get out of bed with great difficulty. The silence is comfortable, no place for awkwardness as they follow Jeongguk to the bathroom and they take a quick but thorough shower together. Again, Taehyung can’t shake the feeling that it’s like they’ve known each other for ages.
Jeongguk gives the other two omegas boxers, and two big t-shirts to wear to bed. Taehyung loves that it wasn’t ever a question in any of their minds that they’ll get to stay the night.
He and Jimin change the sheets after Jeongguk tells them where they can find fresh ones, while he saunters off to the kitchen to make tea. He swears that chamomile helps him sleep better, and while Taehyung would tell him they probably don’t need any kind of help to fall asleep – he’s beyond endeared by the sentiment, so he lets Jeongguk be.
They sit on the bed then in a circle, facing each other and each having a cup of tea in their hands.
“I’ve never had a one night stand anything like this one,” Jimin giggles. It’s said without any edge to the words, or any negative indicator.
“Same,” Taehyung agrees. “This has been everything I could ever wish for.”
And he means it. The two boys that he’s with, their dynamic, the playfulness, and understanding between them… he’s so lucky he found them, even if this is all it has been. Even if they never do this again, never meet again – this was perfect.
“Good thing we never got to the switching part,” Jeongguk smiles, referring to when they agreed Taehyung and Jimin would be switching positions so Jeongguk could fuck, and get fucked by the both of them tonight. He seems nervous, but determined when he says his next words: “If you’re up for it, we could do that some other time.”
“Only if I get to take you two out for breakfast tomorrow,” says Jimin, grin coy and confident.
“Yes,” Taehyung beams, response immediate. “Yes to both. The fucking, and the breakfast. Yes, yes.”
“And you say I’m eager,” Jeongguk teases. Taehyung shoves him, giggling before he takes a sip from his tea.
“So, is that a Yes Yes from you too?” Jimin asks, laughing.
“Of course,” Jeongguk answers with an easy smile.
Because the answer is that easy, it’s been an easy one for Taehyung too.
Of course he’d want to spend more time with these two gorgeous people. He doesn’t know them all that well yet, but he has a very strong gut feeling that they’re beautiful on the inside as well.
And as they cuddle up in bed that night – with Taehyung in the middle of the two, both Jimin and Jeongguk holding onto him, the room saturated with the scent of them, and fairy lights casting a golden glow on everything – Taehyung has never been more grateful that he went to that shitty nightclub.
It was definitely worth it.