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“Come on.”
“Hyung! Not now,” Jungkook whispers, horrified.
“Now.”
The beta’s voice is firm, no space for questions, and his intense gaze means one thing only—that Jungkook is meant to obey. He shakily gets on his feet and follows Seokjin who leads him into a more secluded room just off the dressing room. However, from the inquisitive glances of the other members and the staff as they walk out, Jungkook is sure they know exactly what’s going to happen.
Outside the dressing room, he can breathe again. With all those scents in a closed space, it’s always difficult for the sensitive omega to focus on one thing, no matter how strong of a scent-blocker someone is wearing. And worse—are the scents of his three alphas in the same room.
It’s a good thing that Seokjin pulled Jungkook away from there, even if it displeased Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin. Seokjin isn’t usually so harsh on Jungkook, but it’s imperative that the alphas don’t do anything that might hinder the image of their band. Having a fucked-out omega during an interview is not it.
And it’s just their luck that Jungkook has his heat due soon.
“Bend over for me,” Seokjin requests, in a no-nonsense tone. Jungkook’s eyes widen, looking around the stark white corridors, empty—but for how long?
“H-hyung,” he whines, even as he turns around, supporting his upper body on the wall. “Please be quick, please be quick-”
“Shh, it'll be over before you know it's happening,” Seokjin says, smiling at the sight of their younger omega, perfectly poised before him.
Unlike Taehyung, Jungkook is the fussiest little omega. As the maknae, he’s the one who’s always been doted on, even before he presented, and he’s just a little spoiled. But Seokjin knows all his buttons, and just how to push them to get him to bend willingly.
Seokjin smooths over the fabric covering his ass, and gives him a gentle pat. He intends on taking his sweet time, no matter what Jungkook might want.
“Hyung, you’re just-”
“I told you to be quiet now, didn’t I?”
Jungkook huffs. But he listens.
He’s actually acting better than he usually does, during his pre-heats. A needy Jungkook is always a treat to watch, to tease, to see him get unusually worked up about the littlest things such as an alpha getting too close to him. He could get hard just by the wind blowing.
And with this—Jungkook pushing his ass for him, against his hands? Seokjin could do a lot.
He runs his fingers over the belt that Jungkook’s stylist had so considerately put on for him, and unbuckles it. With a flick of his wrist, he pops open all three buttons on the front at once.
Jungkook whimpers.
“Have to check if you touched yourself while you were getting dressed, baby,” the beta murmurs. “It’s just protocol.”
The new protocol. Set in place after Jungkook had been caught with his fingers stuffed deep inside him at his last pre-heat, not even bothering to call for his alphas. He thought he could just take care of himself, because they had a busy schedule.
Needless to say, the alphas were not happy.
But it led to this—the betas Hoseok and Seokjin being assigned to inspect Jungkook after every instance where they deem Jungkook could have touched himself. The alphas aren’t allowed to touch during the inspection, and no one can penetrate Jungkook with anything at all. Not even a finger.
Only Taehyung has permission, in dire circumstances, because he’s an omega. And the alphas can just watch from afar. Fun for the entire pack.
The betas want to keep him safe too, from the alphas until they’re done with the day’s interviews. Jungkook should remain untouched—because a needy omega touching himself or receiving pleasure means Trouble with a capital T. Any of the alphas could simply get riled up at the wrong moment.
But at the end of the day, it’s just a game they like to play, to keep Jungkook horny off his mind.
“Should put you in a skirt,” Seokjin says, pulling Jungkook’s trousers down to mid-thigh, revealing skimpy panties. “It would be easier for us to check, don’t you agree, Jungkook-ah?”
He places a hand on Jungkook’s back pushing him down further against the wall. The omega’s thighs strain against the fabric, unable to spread his legs wider. Seokjin appreciates him wearing panties. It’s easier for hyungs to check.
Jungkook doesn’t respond, only breathes heavily as Seokjin’s fingers ghost over the heat between his ass cheeks. Against his will, his hole tenses right when a finger grazes over it. The omega holds his breath, fighting for control, control—
Seokjin pokes, and prods, and it’s not helping.
Jungkook lets out a little wail when he can’t take it anymore, and neither can his body. His hole spasms under the beta’s delicate touch—and begins to leak.
Seokjin keeps him in place with the other hand, and slips a finger past the fabric. He chuckles. “Sure you didn't play with yourself? Why are you all wet?”
“Hyung’s–” Jungkook blubbers, feeling his slick gush out of him as Seokjin spreads him open with two skilled fingers. “It's hyung’s hands- hyung’s–”
“Oh, so it’s our fault for checking on our omega, now?” Seokjin scoffs. “Are you going to walk around here showing alphas your wet little hole like that, baby? How will they resist it?”
Jungkook’s head feels so fuzzy at being talked down, his arousal twisting in his belly as Seokjin continues to delicately rub at his sopping wet hole. He can smell his own saccharine sweet scent, and it’s mortifying.
“I’m not- I’m not!” the omega sobs. “I’ll be good, I can’t-”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Seokjin coddles, putting the panties back in place. He presses down, watching with satisfaction as a little wet spot of slick forms on the fabric. “You just can’t help it, can you?” he murmurs, sympathetic. “Feels good? You’re in pre-heat, of course anything will feel good.”
Jungkook nods, bearing down hard on the wall where he’s supporting his arms. He’s trying so hard to control himself, contain his sounds. He ends up whimpering as Seokjin’s fingers leave him abruptly.
It’s over. The beta pulls up his trousers and helps him with the buttons and the belt. The poor thing’s hands are shaking as he stands up to face Seokjin.
It’s over, but the omega’s cock throbs and leaks, much like his hole.
“What are we going to do with you, baby?” Seokjin mutters fondly, patting his hair into place.
Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief. The last interview is over, and it was pure torture. He has no idea how he made it.
All the live streaming cameras are switched off; it’s just the staff in the room. Jungkook can barely sit still in his seat. The leaking only got worse as he listened to his alphas talk about their next album. Their voices always sound like honeyed sin to him when he’s so worked up, and they only served to tug at the dark pit of arousal in his belly.
And it's time for the next inspection.
“Jungkook-ah, you moved a lot today, didn’t you?” Hoseok says, creeping up behind him and patting his back. “Come on, stand up.”
Jungkook squeaks. He did squirm about a lot, but surely that doesn’t mean they’re going to check on him right here, are they? There are so many staff members still around.
“Hyung,” he tries to plead, looking at Hoseok. But the beta’s eyes are resolute.
It’s not the first time he’s been punished in front of the staff, a little spanking here and there, but Jungkook always gets so shy when they do it. And he knows he’s wet already, slick pooling up in his panties.
“Come on,” Hoseok urges. “Do it, baby. Alphas are watching.”
They are indeed. The staff is busy amongst themselves, but everyone else’s attention is on him.
Jungkook gets up, trembling like a newborn fawn.
“Oh, you made a mess,” Hoseok coos, immediately zeroing in on the wet patch of his trousers. “Come here. Look at this, everyone.”
The omega almost stumbles into the beta's arms.
“I didn’t- I didn’t touch myself, I swear-’ Jungkook says, but it’s useless. Hoseok turns him around, for the viewing pleasure of everyone in the room. Jungkook shuts up and turns his face away in utter embarrassment when he catches some of the staff noticing. His hands come up to cover his red face.
Hoseok tuts, stopping him. “Baby, no hiding. Who are you hiding from—the staff? They know what a naughty omega you are.”
Jungkook shakes his head, spluttering. “No- no-”
“No? I guess we’ll have to show them, then.” Hoseok smirks and turns to the other beta, his hands working at the buttons of Jungkook’s pants. “Hyung, will you call everyone here, please?”
NO! Jungkook mentally screams, the heat in his stomach climbing all the way up to his head as he turns around in shock, watching Seokjin get up, already calling to the staff. He misses the way Hoseok efficiently undresses him and pulls his trousers down to mid-thigh, because he’s preoccupied, thinking about all those people—they can’t call them over just to watch.
“Come on,” Hoseok says, taking advantage of his shock and pulling the pliant omega over to his chair. The beta sits down and pulls him over his lap. Jungkook sniffles and falls willingly. “We’re just going to show everyone how we treat our omega when he misbehaves.”
Jungkook shivers, feeling the solidness of his hyung’s thighs that he’s splayed across, but all he can think about is how there are so many eyes on him. His panties are out there for anyone to ogle at. His ears burn.
“I don’t think we’re going to be needing this anymore,” Hoseok mutters, pulling Jungkook’s trousers straight off his legs. The omega whines in shame, knowing that the staff are still here, watching. They're used to the band’s antics, but it’s entirely different to be naked in front of them.
“Or this,” Hoseok hums, running his fingers under the waistband of Jungkook’s underwear. He feels so helpless as his panties get stripped off him, too. He conceals a whimper into his hyung’s thigh, thinking about what everyone must be looking at—his bare bottom, his needy little hole, slick running down his legs—
“You don’t deserve underwear, omega. Look what you’ve done to these,” Hoseok tuts, holding them up to Jungkook’s face. “Look at them.”
Jungkook looks up with flushed cheeks, eyelashes wet. His panties are absolutely drenched with his slick.
“You’ve leaked all over and made a mess, baby. How are we going back home like this? You’re going to mess up the car,” his hyung gently scolds him.
He can’t help that he gets so wet, so easily! Jungkook’s eyes fill with tears as he thinks about what the staff might think of him—that he’s just a needy little omega who gets wet from nothing, and needs his hole filled.
His blurry vision moves over to the people watching him—and to his absolute mortification, his poor hole tenses and releases another gush of slick.
“I’m sorry, hyung, sorry, sorry-” Jungkook blubbers, but Hoseok immediately shushes him, patting his bare asscheeks.
“It’s okay, shh. Just a quick punishment, and we’ll take care of you, sweetie.”
Hoseok’s fingers ghost over his rim. Jungkook couldn’t really hear or smell anything except his hyung due to his humiliating predicament, but something in the air changes, alerting him immediately. It’s a scent he knows very well.
His alphas are all worked up.
Of course they are. A sight of a beautiful omega spread out like this, filthy wet, would be lethal to any alpha—but these are his hyungs, his mates. Jungkook already belongs to them, and he thinks they’re just getting a little possessive that so many eyes are on him.
Sometimes, his alphas want him all to himself. They don’t like sharing.
“We better be quick, baby,” Hoseok mutters, gathering some of the slick in his fingers. He gives Jungkook’s hole a gentle, wet tap. Just a promise of what’s about to come later. “Taehyung, please get the plug.”
Jungkook’s ears perk up. A plug? That means there’s going to be something inside of him, and that’s exactly what he wants. He hopes it’s someone’s fingers before the plug…
“What about all the slick that’s leaked out?” Namjoon asks, voice rough. Jungkook bites his lip, waiting for the answer to his alpha’s question.
“You’re right. Actually, Taehyung, hold on. We need to clean him up a little. Because someone-” Jungkook gasps when the flat of Hoseok’s fingers smacks against his tensing hole, a real one this time. “-someone decided to be a little naughty.”
He delivers another hard smack at the end of his sentence, and Jungkook can’t help but let a mewl fall from his lips. He squirms in Hoseok’s hold. It felt so good, he wants more of it. But all that he gets are two large hands over the backs of his thighs, pulling the bouncy globes of his ass apart.
A fresh wave of embarrassment washes over him as he realises how utterly exposed he is. There are some collective groans in the room, before the elder beta decides it’s enough and shoos the staff away. Enough to satiate Jungkook’s exhibitionist tendencies for one day.
It's just the seven of them in the room as Taehyung’s hands hold him apart, and the younger omega feels his hot breath right against his hole. “Pretty Jungkook-ieee— What are you getting wet for, baby? I’m not wet,” he teases.
Of course Taehyung's not wet, Jungkook grumbles mentally. He isn't in pre-heat, and neither does he get as easily worked up as him. He's had a longer time to adjust!
“There’s a good boy. Taehyung is the model omega, isn’t he?” Hoseok coos, much to Jungkook's chagrin. “Come on, thighs first. Lick up whatever’s run off,” he guides him. “It’s dripping.”
Jungkook squeals at the first touch of Taehytung’s tongue at his inner thigh. He’s been freely leaking ever since he was bent over Hoseok’s lap, but now- the anticipation of it is killing him. His slick gushes out faster than ever.
“Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that, baby. Look at our naughty omega, making things hard for you. He’s leaking faster than you can lick it up, hmm?”
“I can do it,” Taehyung answers confidently, between licks.
Jungkook braces for it, but it’s still not enough when Taheyung’s tongue licks up the lines of slick that have dribbled down his thighs right up to his hole. He slurps it all up like a good boy, holding Jungkook’s thick thighs in his large hands.
“Good omega. There we go, did such a good job,” Hoseok praises. “Now, there’s just his hole to go.”
“Can I put my tongue in?” Taehyung asks, all high and eager, and Jungkook whimpers, knowing he’s enjoying this more than he should. But he can’t wait to feel Taehyung’s tongue inside him either.
“Of course you can, sweet boy. You’re the only one who can, right now.”
Jungkook lets out a wail when he feels Taehyung lapping at his hole, licking up the slick first, before his evil tongue delves in deep, tasting the sweet nectar directly from the source. Jungkook would squirm if the two of them didn't have such a firm hold on him. More slick gushes out straight onto Taehyung’s tongue as he hums, licking inside of him.
“He’s opening up so well for me,” Taehyung purrs against his hole. “I don’t even need to finger him to put the plug in.”
Jungkook’s blush runs deep as he hears the alphas chuckle.
“Jungkook says he didn’t touch himself at all,” Hoseok simpers, patting the younger omega’s head, before meanly tugging at the strands. “You didn’t, did you, Jungkook-ah?”
“No!” the omega squeals as Taehyung’s tongue pushes into him deeper than before. “I wouldn’t- ah, wouldn’t do that. I’m good! I’m a good omega-”
“Of course you are,” the beta replies. “Look how good you’re being for Taehyung, opening up for his tongue.” To Taehyung, he directs, “Whenever you’re ready, love. Put the plug in him.”
Jungkook can hear his alphas groaning as his slick gets in Taehyung’s mouth, can smell their arousal rolling off their bodies. He wants them too, but there isn’t much he can do when he’s helpless like this.
Taehyung’s tongue glides out, and he feels something hard pressing into his hole.
“Take it, Jungkook-ah. There’s a good omega,” Hoseok encourages.
Jungkook gasps at the intrusion, but he’s so wet and slick already, that the plug just pops in. He squirms as it settles inside of him, Taehyung pushing it deep inside and giving it a few taps for good measure. Jungkook has no idea what it looks like, but it feels like a decently sized plug, not too deep. Close to his prostate but not against it.
He feels Hoseok’s hands lift off him. Finally, he’s done. No more chance of slick dripping out unannounced.
“Can I please get my pants back?” he asks in a small voice.
“What, and ruin those too?” Hoseok chuckles. “No, baby. We have other clothes for you. Stand for me. Let everyone see you.”
Jungkook blushes as he stands, his cute cock hard and neglected against his stomach. His shirt isn’t long enough to cover it, but he tries—pulling it down with his hands. He resists the urge to touch his cock directly to cover himself, knowing that his alphas are watching. It’s hard, it’s difficult—but he manages.
Looking up at his alphas, he feels a slight rush of pride at seeing how ruffled they seem. It hasn’t just been difficult for Jungkook—the alphas, too, were helpless but to watch as Jungkook was manhandled over the beta’s lap and eaten out.
It’s just how the rules are.
Taehyung gets up with a flourish too, walking off to the alphas. Jungkook watches as Jimin immediately reaches for his hand, dragging him into his lap as the omega squeals. He shuts him up by tasting his mouth. Tasting his slick off him.
He doesn't get to keep him for long, Yoongi and Namjoon want a taste too. While Jungkook burns.
He bites his lip as he watches Taehyung tease the older alphas, before letting them kiss him deep. He does manage to keep his cool, that is—until he sees the article of clothing that Seokjin is holding out for him, grinning.
Jungkook's eyes go wide. "H-hyung-"
“I did say I’d like you in a skirt, didn’t I?”
So Jungkook ends up in a skirt, sans underwear, because you don’t deserve them anymore, bun, as his hyungs told him. The plug keeps him nice and full, and he isn’t afraid of leaking onto the car seat anymore.
Taehyung and the betas are in the same car as him, one of Seokjin’s hands over his bare thigh. It’s a protective gesture, but it serves to keep Jungkook on edge. There’s a small bulge against the front of his skirt, and it takes every molecule of Jungkook’s self-restraint to not get any harder than he already is. His needy hole may be plugged up, but he doesn’t want his cock to leak.
Seokjin doesn’t seem to care. His hand brushes over his cock when the car rides over a bump, an apparent accident that leaves Jungkook gasping, all fuzzy in the head.
When he turns to Seokjin, a needy whine on his lips, the beta shuts him up with a bottle of water. Jungkook slots his mouth over the sipper, and sucks. In this heat, water tastes so fucking good.
“It’s important to keep yourself hydrated, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin tells him.
Their workday is over, and it’s time for some fun.
By the time Jungkook steps out of the car and waddles to the elevator that takes them up to their dorm, he’s trembling with need. All day, they’ve been touching him on purpose to work him up, before putting all his clothes back in place and pretending like he's not aroused out of his mind. It takes a lot of time to calm himself down, but by then it's time for the next inspection.
“Come on, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin calls after they’ve freshened up from their journey. “It’s time to check how you’re doing.”
“But you were right beside me in the car,” Jungkook protests. “I didn’t touch myself at all!”
“Ah-ah, none of that. You know we’re going to have to get dinner ready soon, don’t you? Let’s get this over quick.”
Jungkook pouts as they enter the living room, where the alphas are already in relaxed states, watching a movie of some sort as they wait to be called for dinner.
He wants to relax, too. All he needs is an excuse.
“Can’t this wait after dinner?” Jungkook pushes. “I want to watch the movie too.”
Seokjin seems to be mulling it over. He looks over at the alphas who seem to be focused on the movie, and back to Jungkook’s pleading face, complete with puppy-dog eyes.
“Okay. After dinner then.”
Jungkook blinks, surprised, and breaks into a smile. It’s not every day that his pleading eyes work on Seokjin, but he’s glad. Maybe Seokjin realised how desperate Jungkook wanted to watch whatever's running on the screen.
“Thank you, hyung,” he says gratefully.
Seokjin has a glint in his eye as he nods, and turns around to call Hoseok. “Come on, Hob-ah. Tae too.”
“Don’t I get to watch the movie?” Taehyung wonders.
“No, you’re on dinner duty tonight, baby,” Hoseok says, rubbing up Taehyung's shoulders. “Come with us.”
“Okay!” Taehyung beams. “Don’t be too naughty, Kookie,” he claps Jungkook on the back as he walks past the younger omega.
Jungkook scowls at him– “I’m not naughty!” –but Taehyung’s already scampered off.
“Can I sit here?”
Jungkook knows he doesn’t need to ask for permission, he’s just doing it to be polite. Namjoon is the one splayed out on the sofa directly facing the TV, and it has the best view, of course.
The alpha looks up at him. “Sure, Jungkook-ah. We’re just watching a documentary.”
Jungkook nods, crossing his legs as he gingerly sits next to Namjoon. With just the alphas in the room, he feels a lot more secure that there aren’t any betas who are going to bend him over and inspect him whenever their fancy strikes! Alphas are nicer than that.
Alphas smell amazing too, and before Jungkook knows it, he’s shuffling closer to Namjoon just to get more of that rich, woodsy scent, and his warmth.
He's safe with his alphas. He doesn’t think much of it when Namjoon’s arm wraps around him, fingers pressing into the curve of his waist.
“Are you watching the movie, baby?” Namjoon asks, his chest rumbling because of how close he is to Jungkook.
“Yes, alpha,” Jungkook replies, even though he doesn’t have the slightest idea of what’s happening. He’s been breathing in Namjoon, might even be a little drunk on his scent.
“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks, tugging on Jungkook’s waist. It’s so easy to just climb up onto his lap without hesitation.
“Y-yes?” he breathes as he perches facing the TV, large alpha hands over his waist. Fingers that softly rub over his belly. So comforting.
“I think you’re lying, baby,” the alpha whispers into his ear, sending goosebumps over Jungkook’s skin. He suddenly remembers how he’s just wearing a tiny skirt, and no underwear. So accessible. “I could smell you getting hornier by the second. What were you thinking about, hmm?”
Namjoon’s hard thigh is between his legs, and it shifts—prodding at the plug. Jungkook bites his lip.
“Nothing,” he says weakly, an automatic response. The alpha’s presence is too much, too overpowering—his body is already beginning to react, cock swelling up to full hardness in no time at all. “I was just-”
“Just what?” Namjoon asks. His hands move higher, higher, until they settle on Jungkook’s chest, and the omega completely loses his train of thought. He keens high when Namjoon’s fingers graze over his nipples, attracting the attention of the other two alphas.
Jimin mutters a complaint, something about how Namjoon didn’t even bother to call them over, but Jungkook doesn’t register it.
He’s lost, he’s so lost. Jungkook can’t think beyond the heaviness of his arousal. His belly flares up with every burning touch, and he only just realises how Jimin and Yoongi are watching him like they want to eat.
His legs automatically fall open on either side of Namjoon, skirt barely covering his thighs. His cock is hard against the fabric, a cute little bump, and the entire expanse of his milky-caramel skin lays exposed for his alphas.
The movie forgotten, Jimin and Yoongi approach him.
“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon hums against his ear, his voice honey-sweet, “Do you think you deserve alpha’s attention now? When you’ve been so naughty all day?”
“I wasn’t naughty,” Jungkook gripes, “I was good and didn’t touch myself, but I’m so- so-”
“So what, baby?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. It’s Yoongi’s voice, and he doesn’t even know when he got so close. Yoongi’s hand grazes over his thigh and he lets out another soft, pleading sound.
“I’m so empty,” the omega manages.
“Empty? You have a plug inside you, right now, baby,” Jimin tells him, as if Jungkook isn’t aware of it. Isn’t aware of how the plug takes up space, but isn’t really doing anything, just a place-marker. Deep inside but not deep enough.
“It’s not enough, need- need alphas,” Jungkook says, his hands scrambling to right himself because he’s all but melted into Namjoon’s lap—his head against Namjoon’s abdomen—but the alpha keeps him pinned.
“Stay right there, baby. We’re going to check how much you need us, first,” Jimin says softly, like it’s a threat. He grabs one of Jungkook’s legs, and Yoongi takes the other one—right into their laps. Effectively spreading Jungkook’s legs wide apart.
Jungkook lets out a loud whine. Not another inspection! He’s tired of those. His cock throbs with need, but he can't get enough friction against the silly skirt. His slick pools up inside him, unable to escape. All the heat piling up makes him want to cry, to beg for release.
"B-but you're not supposed to check," he stammers, his heart fluttering when Jimin grips his knee. "Only beta-hyungs—"
"They're not here now, are they?" Jimin asks.
"No- but-"
“Be good,” Yoongi orders, smacking his inner thigh. Jungkook inhales sharply at the slight sting of pain, the skin reddening. Yoongi smoothens over it comfortingly, but it only serves to rile Jungkook up further.
Three of his alphas, touching him, looking at him. He has their full attention. Namjoon tweaks at his nipples through the fabric of his shirt as his skirt rides up past his hips. His flushed little cock meets the cool air, and twitches.
“Oh, you’re so wet, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin observes, his fingers teasingly climbing up his thigh. Jungkook trembles as he manages to look down.
His cock glistens with precum, and Jungkook watches tearfully as Jimin’s hand gets closer to his cock, about to wrap around it–
“I don’t think he’s ready for that yet,” Yoongi says, tugging Jimin’s elbow away. The youngest alpha is so easily distracted. “We need to check on his empty little hole, remember?”
Jimin blinks, and Jungkook groans inwardly.
“Please, please, please-” he mumbles, jerking his hips up. Namjoon pinches his nipples like a warning, but he doesn’t want to listen. Everyone else is fully-clothed, has been all the time, and it’s always him who ends up being so obscenely displayed.
“Shh, bunny. It's time for your inspection.” Yoongi’s touches are softer, barely-there as he grazes against his inner thighs. Jungkook nearly wails but controls himself.
At the first touch of Yoongi’s finger to the plug, Jungkook sucks in a breath. The alpha nudges it and watches how Jungkook's eyes cross a little, as he turns his head around and messes his hair up against Namjoon’s lap.
“Stop moving so much, baby,” Yoongi scolds. “Jimin, can you hold his skirt out of the way for me?”
“Of course, hyung,” Jimin says, doing as he’s told. Jungkook looks down at himself, at Yoongi’s finger gently brushing over his swollen balls, and higher–
“This naughty little cock,” Yoongi murmurs, caressing it with the back of his hand. Jungkook keens. His cock hasn’t been touched in so long. “Needs to be spanked, doesn’t it?”
“No…” Jungkook complains, but it’s weak, even to his own ears. He shakes his head, but Namjoon wraps his large hand around his jaw, thumb pressing into his lower lip. His other hand is still on his chest.
There’s nowhere he can go as the three of them look at his poor leaking cock, so he braces himself.
The first slap is light, more on the base of his cock, but Jungkook still flinches from it. There’s something about the way Yoongi’s hand strikes against his skin, even though it’s momentary, that makes the heat in his belly threaten to burst.
It doesn’t hurt, it burns. He bites his lip to smother his moan, but Namjoon presses against it, stopping his attempt—and a moan finds its way out of Jungkook’s mouth.
“Sweetheart,” Yoongi drawls, “Did you just get wetter?”
He spanks him again, his hand making contact with the wet head of Jungkook’s cock. The omega jumps and wails, his cock pulsing while the three alphas hold him firmly.
“Please,” he begs. “I want, I want-”
Jimin mimics his blubbering as he runs his fingers over the sole of Jungkook’s foot in his grasp. It makes his foot wiggle, confused arousal running up the nerves of his leg. Namjoon sneaks his hand inside his shirt, and pinches his nipple.
“You don’t know what you want, do you, omega?” Jimin murmurs, continuing to tickle Jungkook’s foot. He softly rubs the instep, under his toes, and the whole sole until Jungkook is practically writhing.
He’s unable to say anything coherent, and that’s when Yoongi delivers the third, and hardest spank. It lands flat on his cock, wetness spurting as Jungkook lets out the loudest whimper.
“Hyung,” he cries, “Alpha, hyung, please-”
“Shh,” Namjoon tells him, his fingers lazily playing with one of his nipples. Rolling the bud, twisting gently, and smoothing over it. “You don’t want Seokjin hyung and Hoseok hyung to hear us, do you? They’re not going to let you come, and you know that.”
Jungkook clamps his mouth shut.
All his alpha’s hands on him feel heavenly, but at the same time—Jungkook needs to come. There’s a bombardment of sensations running through his body, making him unable to stay still. His cock throbs, pleasure mixing with pain as Yoongi rubs a hand over his belly, so close to his cock.
“You want to come, baby?” he asks, his piercing eyes on the omega’s teary ones. “Answer alpha.”
“Yes,” Jungkook answers in a broken voice. “Please.” He attempts to thrust against Yoongi’s hand, but the alpha dips his hand lower. Jungkook begins to mewl again when he tugs at the plug. “Please, please please-”
“There we go,” Yoongi murmurs. He pulls until the plug dislodges itself, and the torrent of Jungkook’s pent-up slick literally pushes the toy out. Jungkook groans in relief as some of the pressure alleviates from his body, dazedly realising how his slick has probably ruined Namjoon’s pants.
“Messy omega,” Namjoon admonishes him, “Who’s going to clean that up, hmm?”
Jungkook doesn’t care. The alphas smell absolutely ravenous. There’s a slick covered omega right in front of them. Namjoon tugs at the hem of Jungkook’s shirt until it’s over his chest, displaying his abs and chest, and his reddened nipples. All of them huddle up closer as Yoongi’s fingers circle at his entrance, not entering but teasing it to coax out more slick. The omega whines, trying to push forward.
“Alpha, wanna come,” he pleads, but to no avail.
“Not yet,” comes the answer.
Jungkook thinks he goes delirious for a bit. A sharp spank is all it takes to bring his vision back into focus.
He jerks, looking around, before realising that it was Jimin, as the youngest alpha’s hand comes down to swat his hole, again.
Jungkook moans at the sound, it’s so obscenely wet. A glossy trail paints all over his trembling thighs, flushed cock and balls a beautiful shade of rosy red from all the spanking. His hole isn’t quite there yet, but Jimin spanks him one more time to make it match.
His hole tenses only to release more slick. Jungkook feels so desperately empty while they gaze down at him. He needs a cock, but he’ll settle for anything, anything at all. Maybe all three of his alpha’s cocks at once.
“Please let me come,” Jungkook begs again, his hands flopping uselessly to his sides. He’s been so good, he wishes his alphas would stop playing and just let him have what he wants for once.
But it’s all part of the game.
When Jimin’s finger pushes into Jungkook’s soaking hole and slides all the way in to rub at his prostate, Jungkook tenses. Too obedient to come without permission.
“What a good omega,” Jimin finally praises him, almost in wonder. Jungkook is so terribly worked up, but he still grasps at the sofa seat with his hands, holding himself back from coming.
“He’s always a good omega,” Namjoon says, “Our Jungkook-ah.” His fingers run circles around his nipples, having bothered them for so long that they’re puffy and sensitive, but Jungkook still doesn’t complain. He simply holds his breath.
“Look how hard he’s holding himself back from coming,” Yoongi coos, finally, finally, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s cock. His entire body seems to float as Yoongi’s thumb rubs against the head of his cock.
Jungkook opens and closes his mouth without any words to say. Jimin moves his finger slowly, rubbing up against his prostate, as Namjoon rolls both his nipples. Yoongi keeps thumbing at his cock head.
“You’re going to come like this, baby?” Namjoon asks softly, and Jungkook nods, forgetting himself by the time he bobs his head back up. His orgasm catches up to him like a wave, washing over his body and drenching him completely.
It’s all white noise as he comes.
His orgasm is gentle at first, just like his alphas touches, but then it hits him with such intensity that Jungkook can’t help but cry out. His sweet scent bursts into the room with blinding intensity, enough to make all the alphas growl.
Immense pleasure overwhelms his senses, so hard that his ears ring from it. His cock releases hot streaks of white on his own stomach and Yoongi’s hand continues to stroke him all through it.
It's such a relief to find release from the torture he'd had to endure the entire day. Maybe it was all worth it from how hard he came. He lies back for a bit, just feeling the way their hands play him like an instrument before he gets all too sensitive.
When Jungkook opens his eyes, he realises the betas are here too, looking at him. They don’t look like they’re about to scold him, so that’s a good thing.
Honestly, Jungkook doesn’t think he’d care if they did want to scold him. He’s still on the highest cloud there is, blinking softly as he comes down from his orgasm. There’s Taehyung, too, a dazzling smile on his face that is directed towards him, and Jungkook giddily returns one of his own.
A hand cards over his hair, and he’s held in a tighter embrace than before. A sniff tells him it’s Namjoon hyung, and he snuggles closer.
It’s so warm and peaceful, even as his body shudders through the aftershocks. He’d rut onto Namjoon’s thigh if he could, but he’s exhausted. He still feels sensitive all over, every nerve ending laid bare.
He could fall asleep right here.
“You came so hard, baby,” Namjoon chuckles, his chest rumbling.
“Perfect omega,” Yoongi rasps from behind him, a hand rubbing over his back in circles. “Did so well.”
“I could hear him from the kitchen,” Hoseok says. “Must have looked so pretty when you were begging, didn’t you, darling?”
Jungkook raises his head, taking all of them in.
“I did good?” he asks drowsily.
“So good, Jungkook-ie,” Taehyung says, kneeling over to be at eye-level with him. “You need to eat something now, though, and we can cuddle in bed, alright?”
“Nu-uh,” Jungkook says, nuzzling back into his alpha’s chest and sighing. He murmurs something unintelligible, but it sounds suspiciously like “Goodnight.”
The rest of them sigh.
While Jungkook was nice and obedient as long as he was denied his orgasms, now he’s back to being his normal, bratty self. A little crankier, perhaps—but that’s just the pre-heat.
Very soon, he’s going to need knots, and a lot of them. He keeps crying until he’s being filled, and pounded into. Happy when he’s stuffed up with a fat knot—but it’s only temporary. Three alphas often aren’t enough for him; they’re lucky to have six hyungs to help. At least it won’t be like last time, right? No more taking care of himself.
As for the matter of Jungkook’s obedience, maybe he should just be edged every day, so that he behaves.