A/N: Sorry for going a little MIA - I had a medical issue but I’ll try to stay on top of updating now!This is a little bit of a mixed chapter with how you get your mating bites! We will return back to your regular scheduled programming soon <3
I softly sigh, burrowing further into the grass beneath me. I stare straight up at the sky, watching clouds pass me by and the leaves shake as the slight breeze runs through them. My legs prickle with the heat from the sun directly atop me, my scent filling the surrounding air, and the smell of happiness and contentment filling my nostrils. The blades of grass hug my upper arms, my forearms crossed against my chest as it rises with every breath.
It’s completely silent barring the sound of my breathing and the breeze; it’s so calm and content I can almost feel myself drift off to sleep. A yawn racks through me at the thought, my arms stretching above my head as I slightly lift off the ground. I feel my shirt lift and slightly expose my lower belly, a squeal suddenly leaving my mouth when someone’s hand cups it. A precautionary sniff fills my nose with the strong smell of petrichor, then the comforting underlayer of musk entwined with various herbs. Then, the amazing metallic twinge of thunder tickles my nostril hairs: Namjoon.
I do another big stretch, peeking an eye open and taking in the apex alpha hovering nearby.
“Hey.” I purr, rolling over onto my front, kicking my feet in excitement at the sudden company.
“Good afternoon, omega.” His deep voice makes my insides tingle as he throws himself in a heap of limbs next to me with his fingers entangled in the blades of grass closest to my thigh. I continue to bask in the sun, a tingle rolling up my spine when I notice his attention still on me.
“Aren’t you meant to be helping Kook with laundry?” I ask, chancing a glance at him before scrunching my nose and eyes shut when the sun momentarily blinds me. I watch the multicoloured blobs float around on my inner eyelids while choked laughter falls from the apex’s mouth - making a displeased grumble fall from my own. “Oh, you think my pain is funny?”
“I dropped the fabric conditioner all over the floor. It was an accident!” He grumbles, smacking my leg when a high-pitched snort racks through my body. Quickly, I smack his leg back in retaliation and attempt to roll away before he can punish me for it; alas, I can’t roll away quickly enough. His hands wrap around my legs, yanking me back towards him! I don’t even fight it - letting the alpha manhandle me until he’s content with the new positioning; I’m still mostly burrowed in the grass, but now everything under my thighs is now thrown haphazardly over his lap.
“Joon?” My whisper floats through the air, wrapping around him like a soft hug. His hum of acknowledgment fills my ears, his hands gently kneading my thighs, like a cat working overtime in the biscuit factory. “Did you mean what you said? About… that you liked me?”
“Like you? I like-like you.” He grins, his hand sliding up higher.
“Only like-like?” I pout, tilting my head to level him with a sad glance. I feel him slowly slide my legs off of his own, his hands firmly wrapping around my shins. Confused, I don’t move an inch, letting him do whatever he feels the need to do. Namjoon leans back on his arms, stretching his legs out with his foot gently hitting mine.
The alpha opens and shuts his mouth for a few seconds, running his tongue across his bottom lip before smacking his lips with finality. “Can I ask you something?”
Without a second thought, I quickly nod, waiting to hang on his every word. My lower belly warms the longer he drags it out, his bottom lip now practically dripping with his spit as a vacant look overtakes his eyes. I lie there and patiently wait, tapping my foot and beginning to zone in and out of consciousness when his scent starts to overwhelm the area around us.
Quietly and nonsensically, he starts to mutter. My ears strain to pick up on any of the words; however, his thick accent disguises most of it, and the only real word I can pick up is ‘you’. I stay rooted to the spot patiently while he goes through the five stages of grief in his head, smoke practically leaving his ears and the cogs audibly turning in his head.
“Can I bite you?” The words fall from his lips, sweetened and tinged with desperation.
“Pardon?”
“Can I mark you?” His tone is quiet, nervousness bleeding at the edges. I swallow all of the spit that has suddenly pooled in my mouth, my tongue rolling around in my mouth as I temporarily forget how to speak.
“Yeah. I’d like that.” I can barely hear the words myself, yet somehow he does with crystal clarity. The apex slowly shuffles closer to me, his muscular thigh pressed against my own as I slowly sit up. “Here? Now?”
“If that’s okay.” He says with a nod, his gaze locking with mine. Namjoon’s eyes are soft and full of love, even if the predatory glint of his canines protrudes from his mouth and contradicts that love with lust.
I hesitate for a few more seconds, thinking of the other packmates inside for a few seconds. Jimin would quite literally have kittens if he wasn’t present for this, but then again, he would probably have some sort of squealing fit if he was. And Jungkook… he was my first alpha, how would he feel about not being my first mate? Maybe he’d understand that with Namjoon being the apex, he’d have to give everybody their mating bites first - or maybe he’d throw a wobble and have us waiting on him hand and foot until he finally found the forgiveness in his heart.
“Yes. Okay.”
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Anxiously, I chew down on my bottom lip, ripping the skin to shreds. My fingers are digging into the grass at the sides of me, uprooting some of the blades and the soil digging under my fingernails. My chest heaves as my heart nearly beats out of my ribcage, anxiety filling my every vein.
“Omega, calm down.” The apex purrs from above me, hooking a finger under my chin and softly stroking the skin. Bashfully, I lift my eyes to meet his, my gnawing intensifying when I see his elongated canines slowly biting into his bottom lip.
“Sorry.” I whimper, wincing when a sharp pain erupts from my lip and a metallic twinge fills my mouth.
“Omega.” Namjoon admonishes, cupping my chin and yanking my face towards his. His thumb brushes the injured skin, blood and spit streaking his skin. “Do you want this?”
Without a second thought, I nod. My heartbeat thuds in my ears as he stays still, his gaze unwavering on mine.
“My alpha needs to hear you say it. Out loud.” He grumbles, pulling my bottom lip down slightly with his thumb. My teeth ever-so-slightly catch on the skin, my breath getting stuck in my throat. I swallow.
“I want your bite. Please.” His hand moves along my jawline, cupping my cheek. He minutely nods, drawing nonsensical shapes on my thigh with his left hand. I swallow down a whine, patiently waiting for his next move.
Seconds pass.
Then minutes.
Finally, his hand turns my head to face towards the woodland. His hot breath hits my cheek, then my jawline, and then I feel it slowly descend my neck. His left hand slides up from my thigh, gently cupping my hip and giving it a squeeze; his right intertwines with one of mine sitting in my lap. His head gets closer to the side of my neck and my pulse starts to race again, my E/C eyes squeezing shut.
His mouth seals around a spot on my neck, the drag of his elongated canines brushing the skin for a few seconds. That’s when the pain starts: slowly, as his canines dig into the unblemished skin. I squeeze his hand in mine, biting my tongue as a searing hot pain radiates from my neck. Tears run down my cheeks, a gasped sob escaping from my mouth as he bites down harder. I feel the warm blood start running down my neck, in combination with the tears flooding from my eyes, then… nothing.
The pain slowly tapers off, Namjoon’s hot tongue soothing the puncture marks and cleaning up the damaged skin, then he starts to softly growl into the mark. I choke on a sob as the pain disappears, the emotions and hormones of a brand new bond suddenly setting into my wrecked body.
The apex gives one final lick to the wound with his tongue before pressing a soft kiss to it, my body shuddering at the sensation. My head spins at the barrage of emotions: a fresh flood of tears leaving my eyes as Namjoon pulls away from my neck.
“Omega?” He purrs, running both hands up and down my thighs. I hiccup in reply, sniffling and blinking rapidly to try and meet his eyes. “Hey. You’re okay, I promise. You did amazing.”
“Amazing?” I repeat, a foggy feeling starting to set into my head.
“Amazing. You took my bite so well, such a good omega.” He purrs. I’m as limp as a ragdoll as he pulls me into his lap, gently settling his nose into my hair. I open my mouth to speak but I don’t say a word, the fogginess erasing any semblance of thought I had in the seconds prior. “I love you.”
“Love you.” I murmur, my eyelids getting heavier. Then, darkness.
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“Is Jin dead?” Jimin rolls over, indelicately poking Seokjin square in the ribs; meanwhile, I hold my breath as I wait for a sign of life.
“Yes, your bad breath has poisoned me.” The eldest deadpans before letting out his high-pitched squeals of laughter, never ceasing even when Jimin swats at his chest.
“Haven’t you ever heard of gum?” I antagonise, flicking Jimin’s foot off of my thigh. He puts it straight back, giving me a solid kick whilst he does so. “How are you doing, Jin?”
“My neck hurts.” The eldest omega says, wobbling his bottom lip for extra sympathy. Sympathetically, I coo and rub his opposite shoulder, softly kissing the tip of his nose.
“And what about me? My neck hurts too!” Jimin interrupts, climbing into my lap and shoving his face against mine, squishing our cheeks together. I scrunch up my face before pressing a kiss to his cheek too, over-exaggeratedly rolling my eyes after doing so.
“So, that’s one out of five done.” I comment, eyeing up the marks on the sides of Seokjin’s and Jimin’s necks, matching with my own. Namjoon’s really done quite a bit of damage in the past two days!
“Who do we think will be the next to tear us to pieces?” Jin yawns and stretches his arms out - hitting Jimin in the process.
“Me.” I deadpan before nipping at Jimin’s neck with an overexaggerated growl. The youngest of the two squeals loudly, wrapping his arms around me as I nip and kiss up his neck.
“And what about me?” The eldest calls from the floor, faking upset. I shuffle across the floor with Jimin on my lap, tickling Jin’s leg. He sits up fully, leaning against me. I turn my head and nip at his neck too, in the same manner I had done Jimin’s moments ago.
“Marked by my fellow omega.” Jimin whispers dreamily, snuggling further into our little trio.
“Do you think I could’ve made it as an alpha?” I joke, pushing out my shoulders and making myself appear bigger: the two other omegas descend into laughter. I wipe the happy tears from my waterline, swooning when Jin reaches forward, gently biting my exposed shoulder.
“I wish we could mark each other.” Jin wistfully sighs. It develops into a whimper when Jimin chows down on his shoulder; I tighten my grip on them so we don’t all tumble, even if the sides around us are plush with blankets and pillows.
“Jimin!” I jokingly scold, tilting Jin’s head to check the indentations of Jimin’s teeth on his shoulder. Luckily, it hasn’t drawn any blood, but it looks deep enough. Suddenly, a flail of limbs and a semi-shout sends us all careening, arms and legs colliding: I turn my head and see Jin now sitting on top of Jimin’s waist, his head dug deep into Jimin’s shoulder while the former whimpers. I scooch along to the two, checking what’s going on, holding in the smile that threatens to rip apart my cheeks when I see the dazed looks in the two’s eyes. I rub each of their shoulders, taking in the pheromones they’re currently pumping out. I close my eyes and snuggle closer, unconsciously pushing out more of my scent too, wrapped up in the happy love scents we’re all pumping out.
“Why can’t omegas mark each other?” Jimin’s soft voice bounces off of the walls, his whipped cream suddenly starting to smell the slightest bit curdled.
“Biology.” I mutter angrily.
“Because if there was a bonded pack just with omegas, most alphas’ bloodlines would die out. It’s science’s stupid way of making sure all the himbos and dumbasses get their chance of living on.” Jin speaks up, his grip getting tighter on me and Jimin.
“Not our alphas though, right?”
“Definitely not. Have you seen Hoseok lately? I would let him-“ I’m interrupted by Jimin smacking his palm across my mouth, saving us all from a lurid, dirty confession. I continue to mutter against the palm of his hand, doing some motions with my hands.
“Horny ass.” Jimin groans, Jin grasping my hands and holding them close to his chest. I try and reply, but the omega’s hand is still pressed against my mouth, blocking any of my mutters and curses.
I try to pump out more of my scent to incapacitate him, yet it doesn’t work! He just combats my scent with his own, the two meeting in the middle and softly intertwining. Jin’s scent suddenly tickles my nose and the three scents melt together, filling the room with a tooth-aching sweetness that even a candy shop would fail to replicate. Tiredly, I relax into the plush nest around me, making sure not to let go of my pack mates. Jimin’s hand finally slips from my mouth, gravitating down towards my hip and squeezing lightly.
“I’m not tired.” Jin yawns, popping his lips and shoving his face into a nearby pillow with an overexaggerated tired squeal.
“And I’m not thinking about Jungkook’s arms.” Jimin sarcastically rebukes, yanking the eldest omega closer.
“Mmm. Biceps…” I yawn out, my eyelids getting heavier.
“Yummy...”
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“Do you remember the first apartment we moved into together?” Jungkook speaks into the top of my head, tightening his grip on me. I melt further into his chest, my arms wrapping across his broad torso and intertwining our legs.
“The one with the carpet in the bathroom?” I clarify, my eyebrows furrowing at the sudden mention.
“Yes, that’s the one.” A beat passes.
“What about it?”
“…Nothing.” He answers back, his voice coy and secretive.
“Right, c’mon, spill the deathbed confession.” I tilt my head to stare him in the eyes, levelling him with what I hope is a powerful glare. He opens his mouth slightly, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip and trying to flash me a cute, disarming bunny smile, to which I pinch his arm, not at all under his spell.
“Okay, okay! Fine!” He squeals, smacking my hand off. “Do you remember the weird stain on the living room wall? Near the window?”
I run my mind back; the strange, large brown discoloured patch appears like it was just yesterday when I saw it last. “The brown blob?”
He quickly nods, a nervous glint in his eyes flickering when he looks at me. “It was me. I saw a cockroach on the floor when I was carrying my drink in and I just kind of… threw it?”
Taken by surprise, I choke on my next breath, close to choking to death on my own spit before his hand slaps harshly on my back. “That-that was you?!”
Slowly, his head hangs in shame as a muttered ‘yes’ leaves his lips. I blink once, then twice, then a third time as the scenario runs through my head; the absurdity of the backstory forces cackles to erupt from my throat. I can barely take in enough air to counteract the harsh beating my throat’s taking, coughing and spluttering everywhere while Jungkook watches on - probably slightly concerned. Breathlessly, I gasp and wipe the tears away from my face.
“Hey, it’s not that funny.” The alpha mutters into the top of my head, displeasure woven into his scent. I shake my head and shove my nose into his chest, adjusting slightly so I’m squashed between his pectorals. “It’s not! The roach was massive - like the size of my fist!”
“Sure, alpha, sure.” I pretend to sympathise, patting his back like he’s a toddler in need of comfort. I snorted again when the image of Jungkook leaping five feet into the air petrified jumped into my mind, especially with the addition of a full-to-the-brim coffee cup slowly flying through the air.
“So… you’re not angry?” He whispers into the top of my head.
I debate for a few seconds whether or not to make him sweat but decide his small, broken tone is heartbreaking enough without making him feel guiltier. “No, I’m not, alpha.”
A few moments later, we’ve adjusted slightly, with him now lying completely on top of me, acting as a sort of weighted blanket with all of his muscle and alpha-ness. A shiver rolls up my spine when I feel his fingers prodding at my neck, circling the honorary bites from Jin and Jimin marked all around my throat, making sure to map out every single mark and commit it to memory. It’s not long before his pointer finger finds the newly wounded skin on the left side, around halfway up the expanse of my neck, and pauses. I suck in a deep breath as it drags along the expanse of the marked skin - making sure not to aggravate the fresh mark or re-open any of the skin nearby (or he’d be at the receiving end of Namjoon’s wrath.)
“How is it?” His tone is hushed, like he doesn’t want the walls or pillows to be privy to the conversation. Confused, I feel my head tilt a tiny bit, trying to figure out exactly what he was asking about the mark; he doesn’t bother to clarify and just stares right through me.
”Being marked is nice, in a way. It kind of grounds you a little, makes you feel more secure. Obviously, I’ll be even better once I’ve got everybody’s bite but…” I trail off, noticing he’s not really listening to a word I’m saying - he’s too busy undressing me with his eyes. “Koo?”
Slowly but surely, he comes back down to Earth, gnawing chunks off of his bottom lip with a spaced-out look in his eyes. A precautionary sniff nearly blows the hair out of my nostrils; there’s a syrup-like thickness to his normal vanilla scent, the normally very tiny base note of citrus quadruples in intensity! My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as it embraces me from every angle, my inner omega getting on all fours and panting like a dog on a summer’s day while outwardly I melt into the sheets below.
“Omega, can I…?” His pretty brown eyes meet mine, the desperation clear to see.
“Say it, Kook.” I whisper teasingly, darting out my tongue to lick my bottom lip in what I hope seems in a seductive way. I must have been successful - if the way his pupils blow and his body trembles is any indication anyway - and all I can do is liquify into the bedsheets below. The room now smells like someone had dropped a whole bottle of an orange essential oil on the floor, as well as baking a whole cup of vanilla extract in the oven: my omega loves it.
“Would you do me the honour of wearing my mark on that pretty, pretty neck?” His tongue teases the other side of my neck, directly opposite Namjoon’s.
“In what universe could I ever say no to that?”
Within seconds, his lips seal around the spot and his teeth pierce the skin. His teeth split the skin as they sink in, the canines slowly growing and deepening the wounds. A mixture of his spit and my blood slowly runs down, gliding over my collarbone before settling into the fabric of my shirt - leaving a stain I can’t ever get rid of (even though we both know I would never even think about it.) Dazed, my eyes slowly lose focus and a sharp ringing noise starts to pierce my eardrums; then a metallic cotton candy feeling starts inside of my mouth: my senses overwhelmed by the mark being forever carved into my neck. Instinctively, a high-pitched whine leaves my mouth; my inner omega bathing in the mixed hormones and intertwined scents of us and our alpha.
Slowly, my vision begins to clear - the once blurry blob of Jungkook now becoming crystal clear down to every fibre on his shirt, every hair on his head. The ringing in my ears stops once his eyes meet mine, quickly darting down to his bloodstained lips. I can’t help but stare as a droplet of red-tinted spit trickles and runs down his chin - it reminds me of how the rain used to run down the window of our first apartment, soaking the inside because of a faulty seal. The spit pools in the elasticated collar of his shirt, our shirts now accidentally matching in stains.
“Thank you, omega.” The alpha rumbles, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on my arm in a half-hearted attempt to bring me back down to Earth and to stop the barrage of hormones running through my veins.
”Love you, Koo.” My voice is small, my tongue heavy in my mouth as the pain blossoming from my neck slowly turns into a dull ache.
”I love you more, Y/N. Now, let’s get you cleaned up a little before the guys smell the blood and hormones and assume that I’ve killed you.” His hand travels up to cup my cheek, rubbing with his thumb. Tired and overcome with emotions, I nod, knowing that truthfully I’d probably let any of my packmates do whatever they wanted me to in this state. “Blink once for a bath and twice for a nap.”
I blink three times, and with each one I find it hard to re-open my eyes, my body finally shutting down after all of the excitement of the past two days. The cotton candy feeling overtakes me, my eyelids getting heavier until I only see darkness and feel the dull throbbing from my neck.
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Most of the pack are off doing their own thing, leaving me alone in the living room for an hour or so to be with my thoughts. Taehyung and Jimin are out in the surrounding woods, looking for bears or something - truthfully, I wasn’t listening. The moment my horny little omega brain locked eyes on Jimin’s sex-mused hair and the teeth imprints under his jaw, I tuned out and seemingly lost consciousness until an hour later. Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook talked about going to see some of the other nearby packs last night, so they must be out there making friends, or at least making decent acquaintances, with the other people out here. The last time I saw Yoongi, the alpha was bent over outside, sawing a plank of wood - and looking extra delicious while doing so - while Hoseok sorted little bags of screws into different piles. I let them be, deciding to tackle some of the mountains of laundry downstairs to be helpful (and definitely NOT because I had run out of clean underwear) and to make it seem like I had actually done something all day besides rotting on the couch. I sigh outwardly as I reach the laundry room, glaring at the fifty-foot tall piles of clothes and dirty underwear sprinkling the floor before finally starting to tackle them. I’m six loads in, wiping sweat from my brow, when the two alphas walk in, cheeks splitting open from the wide grins that encompass their faces.
“We wondered where you’d got to, omega.” Yoongi drawls, a blush appearing on my face. Embarrassed, I keep my eyes on the timer, willing the washing machine to actually finish in the five minutes advertised. To my dismay, it suddenly jumps to seven and I’m forced to look at the two hot and sweaty alphas that have joined me in the tiny space.
”You’re doing a good job, beautiful.” Hoseok pipes up, his hand slowly cupping my chin so I meet his pretty brown eyes. I nod in thanks, swallowing down the saliva that has suddenly pooled in my mouth from the two flirty alphas in my space. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Yoongi hovering near one of the dirty piles, eyes widening when I realise he’s made direct eye contact with a dirty pair of my sexy underwear.
“Who have you been wearing these for, omega? I don’t think I’ve ever seen these before.” My face cycles through the deep shades of red as his hand lingers, gripping the racy Y/F/C fabric in his left hand. Hoseok steps forward, running his finger along them as my face drops further, trying to hide away in myself.
“Me neither. So… which one of our lucky packmates got to see you in these?” My eyes lock on the Y/F/C lace at Hoseok’s purr, laughing nervously and feeling like a lamb on its way to be slaughtered. I mutter out a reply, so quiet even I can’t hear it, and blush when the two alphas stand and stare at me.
“Jimin.” I bite my lip as the hungry expressions appear on the two’s faces, their pupils dilating. The room that smelt like fabric conditioner and damp only moments prior is now a cacophony of citrus until you dig and reach the clash of pepper and mint, my own scent paling in comparison at the alpha-ness of it all.
“Oh omega… the things we’re gonna do to-“ The alpha is thankfully cut off thanks to the beeping of the washing machine, yet none of us move. My chest heaves as I stay rooted to the spot like a deer caught in the headlights, not wanting to move a single muscle until the omega part of my brain says it’s safe: it doesn’t get a chance.
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Panting, I lose myself in the moment. Yoongi’s hand wraps around my throat, pulling me closer, my back now completely lying against his front. His hot breath sends goosebumps down my neck, his tongue lavishly kissing every spot. He finally settles a few inches from the top of my neck, bending me every which way as he plots. Instinctually, my eyes flutter shut at the feeling of such a strong alpha being that close to another one of my mating marks, a whimper falling from my mouth as I feel the air grow thick from tension.
His teeth slice into my neck like soft cheese, uncaring of the little resistance it holds. I grit my teeth as the pain fills my body, going rigid as my body screams at the intrusion. Sweat and exhilarating hormones pour from every pore, my body trembling as his scent interlocks with mine, expensive coffee penetrating my nose and wrapping around every limb, holding me hostage.
After a few seconds, I feel him slowly pull away, his tongue gently probing the fresh wound and leaving a kiss on it. I swoon, turning my head to look at him, which makes my legs tremble. The alpha’s pupils are nearly double their regular size, his top lip pulled up in a snarl and getting caught on one of his elongated canines. Before my very eyes, they start to shrink back to regular size, yet the blood and spit stain his skin, running in rivulets down his chin and pretty neck.
“Is it my turn now?” Hoseok purrs, shucking a shirt at Yoongi, presumably to clean up. I laugh and lie flat on my back, making sure to rest the fresh mating bite on one of the softer shirts in the pile so as to not aggravate it.
The younger alpha grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head as I lie there without any fight. Our lips meet in a sweet kiss before his trail lower, gently nibbling on my jawline before covering it with sloppy kisses. I pretend to fight the hold on my wrists but it doesn’t work; he just silences me with another kiss and a tickle to my side. I bring my legs up to protect myself but he forces them back down, using that same hand to then cup my jaw and make my gaze meet his.
”Are you done?” He sounds almost bored. I shake my head with a laugh, enjoying annoying the alpha just a little. His head dips again, this time to a spot just below my jaw, to which he pays particular attention to. His lips barely scrape the skin, the hotness of his breath causing a shiver to run down my spine, the hair on my arms standing up straight.
“Is that your spot, Hope?” Yoongi interjects. The younger alpha’s hair tickles my cheek as he nods, my eyes fluttering shut as I try to slow my rapidly-beating heart. I feel a drag of something sharp against the skin, my vein thumping, my breath quickening. Slowly, I breathe in, letting the alpha’s scent envelope me and regulate my heart rate to its natural rhythm, the fogginess in my head now slowly beginning to clear. However, that soon goes out of the window; his teeth swiftly bite into the skin. Tears fill my waterline and my eyes squeeze shut, my entire body going rigid while the pain overwhelms me. After a few painful minutes (which feel like hours), he disconnects from the mark, licking the stray droplets of my blood from around his mouth.
Numbingly, a daze takes over and my vision blurs. My body feels seven times heavier than before all of this, the two new marks on my neck burning deliciously while I slowly recuperate. Seconds later, I feel a hand gently cupping my neck and tilting my head back: a water bottle pressed to my lips that I sip leisurely. Another hand rubs my arm in soothing circles, making my body melt.
”So… round two?”
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“I’m gonna have to redo all of this laundry.” I pout, snorting at the exasperated look Hoseok throws me.
”Don’t make me bite you, Y/N.” He emptily threatens, seeing as he just did only minutes prior. The two fresh mating bites throb from their designated spots on my neck: Hoseok’s is high up - practically on my jawline- whilst Yoongi’s is tucked away at the back near my hairline, near where a mother cat would scruff her kitten. I toss my leg out, hitting his and creating a domino effect, to which it ends with a pile of newly clean and dried laundry falling atop our sweaty, bodily-fluid-covered legs and chests.
”Do you mind?” Yoongi mutters grumpily from underneath a comically large sweatshirt, tossing it across the room and landing on top of a dirty pile.
“Hey! Now I have to re-wash all of that!” I smack the eldest’s arm, burrowing my face into his shoulder and inhaling the minty twinge.
“We’ll help. Everything smells like sex now anyway.”
”Like the others wouldn’t absolutely love wearing a shirt covered in her c-“ I swing and cover Hoseok’s mouth with my hand, muttering grumpily about these cheeky alphas. I suddenly go limp, gentle fingers rubbing the freshly bitten mating marks, falling back down in the space between them with a dazed smile on my face.
”So pretty.” I hear Hoseok grumble, his chest letting out a deep purr when I lay my head on it, blinking in time to his heartbeat.
“That’s it, omega, rest now.” A hand runs through my hair, petting it softly. I keep my eyes locked onto Hoseok’s, his pupils staring deep into mine. I know deep down that eyes can’t actually speak, but it feels like he’s saying everything without even opening his mouth, his gaze so full of love it makes my heart hurt.
”Go on, pretty omega. Sleep well.” A shiver runs down my spine at Yoongi’s whisper, his hot breath hitting my neck. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the warmth, finding myself gearing up for the two instead of winding down.
“Please.” I hear myself pleading for anyone, anything, to happen. My teeth ache inside of my mouth; my canines seem to not fit as snugly anymore while my tongue thrashes restlessly. I turn my head, meeting Hoseok’s eyes, and all hell seems to break loose.
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“Do you have to sit there completely naked? You’re making the birds gag.” I sass, rolling my eyes as I see the alpha sitting with his legs spread on the bench outside.
“Try saying that without looking at my cock, omega, and I will.” Taehyung huffs back, running his hand through his thick, slightly curly hair. I drop my eyes into glares, stomping closer before throwing myself down into the space beside him. Determined to get on his nerves, I kick my legs up and toss them across his thighs, laughing at the deadpan look he gives me.
“Why are you naked anyway?” Curiosity is clear in my tone, wondering if we’re now a pack of exhibitionists or if he’s run out of clean underwear. He lets out a deep exhale from his nose, pushing my legs off of his. I put them back on, huffing when he hits them off again.
“Were you put on this planet solely to annoy me?” His tone is clipped, with a non-threatening glare in his eye when I nod.
“So… naked. Why?” The alpha tosses the question around in his head for a few seconds, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. “Taehyungie?”
“I marked Jimin about two hours ago.” Very quietly, he answers to which I nod and look at him dumbly - not completely sure how the two are correlated. “I just… the clothes felt like they weighed me down too much afterwards. It’s like I’m floating.”
“High off the bonding hormones?” I clarify softly, knowing the feeling. I’ve been living off of it for the past week or so, the feelings barely getting a chance to drop before the experience starts anew again. My stomach flips as he nods, looking away bashfully to focus his eyes on the woodland while I stay silent.
“I… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.”
“You haven’t. It’s rare an alpha feels it anyway, but when it normally does happen, it’s because of a mating mark. Your feelings are valid and true.” I answer, a hushed and soothing tone to my voice while I rub his shoulder in comfort. He melts into my hand, letting me guide him through the onslaught of feelings. The silence encompasses the air around us, with the trees dancing in the cold breeze that wafts by with goosebumps appearing in its wake. “If this moment was a movie scene, it would have some romantic, depressing music in the background.”
Taehyung lifts his head while a laugh forces through his closed lips.
”Don’t forget the really dramatic camera lift over the trees while the credits roll.”
“And the mid-credit blooper scenes which make all of our fans ship us.” I tease, puckering my lips to plant a kiss on his cheek, which he successfully manages to dodge. I plant my lips on his shoulder instead and snuggle into the warm skin, deeply inhaling his smoky scent until it’s the only thing in my mind.
“You said that the way I feel is normal after solidifying a bond. Did you feel like this after our JK bit you?” He turns to face me, his legs kicking up onto my lap to annoy me like I had done to him earlier.
“Well, if I’m being completely honest… I’ve felt it with every mating bite I’ve had so far. Maybe a little more with Kook, cause my body had been waiting for it an extra long time, but I’ve felt it with them all. When Hobi’s teeth sliced into my neck, I think I genuinely passed out. I… I don’t think I could live my life without you guys now.” I blabber with hearts in my eyes, a sickeningly sweet tilt to my scent filling the air around us.
”So you’d feel it if I bit you right now?” The words tumble out of his mouth. He looks just about as shocked as I do, a weird vibe filling the space between us.
I can only blink before I feel my head nodding, my teeth finding purchase on the soft skin of my bottom lip.
“Well, we should put ourselves on even ground first.” I stammer. His perfectly manicured brow raises, a cocky smirk upticking the side of his mouth.
“So, omega. Will you be matching me, or do I have to match you?” He purrs, his self-assuredness leaking from his every pore.
His cold hands slide up my torso, pulling the shirt I was wearing up and uncovering my warm skin underneath. Goosebumps follow in the wake, a chill tingling up my spine when his lips brush the already sensitive skin of my neck.
I lift my arms so my shirt can be shucked off, our eyes meeting again. I blink coyly as he stares down at my chest, my omega beaming in pride as the alpha basks in my near-naked form.
“Ever had to unhook a bra before?” I tease, holding in a laugh when his hand raises to pinch the skin.
”I’m not some blushing virgin, Y/N. I know my way around an omega’s body…” He trails off, unhooking the material in one swift movement. Our naked chests press against each other, our lips smashing together. I let him take the lead, a smirk upticking the corners of my mouth when his tongue wraps in mine. I’m entwined with him for what seems like hours, only breaking apart to strip another layer from me.
“Shouldn’t we go inside?” I ask breathlessly, hyper aware of our surroundings.
“If you want, sure. But I like the view I have right now.” He grumbles his reply, his dark eyes staring straight through mine. My body trembles at the intensity of his gaze and the way his scent overwhelms and assaults my senses, a million thoughts sprinting through my mind like an Olympic athlete.
“But what if someone sees?”
”The only thing they’re going to see, gorgeous, is an alpha loving on his omega.” He winks scandalously. His hand drops and lands a smack on my behind, letting out a deep chuckle at the way I almost jump out of my skin.
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My eyes can barely stay open as I cuddle into the alpha’s shoulder, a thin layer of sweat marking our skin.
“Y/N? Hello?” Taehyung’s deep timbre shakes me out of the post-orgasmic haze, his hand gently tracing the bite mark on the back of my neck, tickling my hairline. I turn to face him, our noses rubbing with the lack of space.
”How are you doing, alpha?” My tone is measured and careful, my mind flashing back to how he was not even an hour ago after biting Jimin.
“Horny, but good.”
“After Yoongi and Seokie’s bites, I was ravenous.” I snort, stroking his muscular arm with a soft squeeze. He laughs, his perfect lips stretched into a boxy smile, sending a lightning bolt straight to my heart and a tingle to my stomach. Silently, his arm lifts and wraps around me, his nipple brushing my spine as he manhandles me into sitting between his legs, my feet propped up on the arm of the bench. His head rests atop mine, his fingers kneading on the smooth skin on my upper arms as the sun begins to slowly set.
“Tae?” I whisper into the slowly cooling air; a soft hum leaves his throat that gently vibrates down my back. “Did you notice Yoongi watching through the window?”
”It wasn’t just him. It was all of the hyungs.” I unattractively snort at his comment, our shared laughter filling the slowly darkening sky.
“What do you think they’re cooking for dinner?”
”I saw some kimchi in the fridge; hopefully something with that. But the real question is…” He trails off, his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear on my neck and a rough shiver to run down my spine.
“Is…?” I deeply inhale, waiting.
“How are we going to get your bra down from up there?” He points to a tree nearby, the fabric easy to see in comparison to the green leaves. I guffaw as his deep chuckles fill the air, smacking his arm as I try to stand and get it down.
A/N: Sorry for going a little MIA - I had a medical issue but I’ll try to stay on top of updating now!This is a little bit of a mixed chapter with how you get your mating bites! We will return back to your regular scheduled programming soon <3
I softly sigh, burrowing further into the grass beneath me. I stare straight up at the sky, watching clouds pass me by and the leaves shake as the slight breeze runs through them. My legs prickle with the heat from the sun directly atop me, my scent filling the surrounding air, and the smell of happiness and contentment filling my nostrils. The blades of grass hug my upper arms, my forearms crossed against my chest as it rises with every breath.
It’s completely silent barring the sound of my breathing and the breeze; it’s so calm and content I can almost feel myself drift off to sleep. A yawn racks through me at the thought, my arms stretching above my head as I slightly lift off the ground. I feel my shirt lift and slightly expose my lower belly, a squeal suddenly leaving my mouth when someone’s hand cups it. A precautionary sniff fills my nose with the strong smell of petrichor, then the comforting underlayer of musk entwined with various herbs. Then, the amazing metallic twinge of thunder tickles my nostril hairs: Namjoon.
I do another big stretch, peeking an eye open and taking in the apex alpha hovering nearby.
“Hey.” I purr, rolling over onto my front, kicking my feet in excitement at the sudden company.
“Good afternoon, omega.” His deep voice makes my insides tingle as he throws himself in a heap of limbs next to me with his fingers entangled in the blades of grass closest to my thigh. I continue to bask in the sun, a tingle rolling up my spine when I notice his attention still on me.
“Aren’t you meant to be helping Kook with laundry?” I ask, chancing a glance at him before scrunching my nose and eyes shut when the sun momentarily blinds me. I watch the multicoloured blobs float around on my inner eyelids while choked laughter falls from the apex’s mouth - making a displeased grumble fall from my own. “Oh, you think my pain is funny?”
“I dropped the fabric conditioner all over the floor. It was an accident!” He grumbles, smacking my leg when a high-pitched snort racks through my body. Quickly, I smack his leg back in retaliation and attempt to roll away before he can punish me for it; alas, I can’t roll away quickly enough. His hands wrap around my legs, yanking me back towards him! I don’t even fight it - letting the alpha manhandle me until he’s content with the new positioning; I’m still mostly burrowed in the grass, but now everything under my thighs is now thrown haphazardly over his lap.
“Joon?” My whisper floats through the air, wrapping around him like a soft hug. His hum of acknowledgment fills my ears, his hands gently kneading my thighs, like a cat working overtime in the biscuit factory. “Did you mean what you said? About… that you liked me?”
“Like you? I like-like you.” He grins, his hand sliding up higher.
“Only like-like?” I pout, tilting my head to level him with a sad glance. I feel him slowly slide my legs off of his own, his hands firmly wrapping around my shins. Confused, I don’t move an inch, letting him do whatever he feels the need to do. Namjoon leans back on his arms, stretching his legs out with his foot gently hitting mine.
The alpha opens and shuts his mouth for a few seconds, running his tongue across his bottom lip before smacking his lips with finality. “Can I ask you something?”
Without a second thought, I quickly nod, waiting to hang on his every word. My lower belly warms the longer he drags it out, his bottom lip now practically dripping with his spit as a vacant look overtakes his eyes. I lie there and patiently wait, tapping my foot and beginning to zone in and out of consciousness when his scent starts to overwhelm the area around us.
Quietly and nonsensically, he starts to mutter. My ears strain to pick up on any of the words; however, his thick accent disguises most of it, and the only real word I can pick up is ‘you’. I stay rooted to the spot patiently while he goes through the five stages of grief in his head, smoke practically leaving his ears and the cogs audibly turning in his head.
“Can I bite you?” The words fall from his lips, sweetened and tinged with desperation.
“Pardon?”
“Can I mark you?” His tone is quiet, nervousness bleeding at the edges. I swallow all of the spit that has suddenly pooled in my mouth, my tongue rolling around in my mouth as I temporarily forget how to speak.
“Yeah. I’d like that.” I can barely hear the words myself, yet somehow he does with crystal clarity. The apex slowly shuffles closer to me, his muscular thigh pressed against my own as I slowly sit up. “Here? Now?”
“If that’s okay.” He says with a nod, his gaze locking with mine. Namjoon’s eyes are soft and full of love, even if the predatory glint of his canines protrudes from his mouth and contradicts that love with lust.
I hesitate for a few more seconds, thinking of the other packmates inside for a few seconds. Jimin would quite literally have kittens if he wasn’t present for this, but then again, he would probably have some sort of squealing fit if he was. And Jungkook… he was my first alpha, how would he feel about not being my first mate? Maybe he’d understand that with Namjoon being the apex, he’d have to give everybody their mating bites first - or maybe he’d throw a wobble and have us waiting on him hand and foot until he finally found the forgiveness in his heart.
“Yes. Okay.”
——
Anxiously, I chew down on my bottom lip, ripping the skin to shreds. My fingers are digging into the grass at the sides of me, uprooting some of the blades and the soil digging under my fingernails. My chest heaves as my heart nearly beats out of my ribcage, anxiety filling my every vein.
“Omega, calm down.” The apex purrs from above me, hooking a finger under my chin and softly stroking the skin. Bashfully, I lift my eyes to meet his, my gnawing intensifying when I see his elongated canines slowly biting into his bottom lip.
“Sorry.” I whimper, wincing when a sharp pain erupts from my lip and a metallic twinge fills my mouth.
“Omega.” Namjoon admonishes, cupping my chin and yanking my face towards his. His thumb brushes the injured skin, blood and spit streaking his skin. “Do you want this?”
Without a second thought, I nod. My heartbeat thuds in my ears as he stays still, his gaze unwavering on mine.
“My alpha needs to hear you say it. Out loud.” He grumbles, pulling my bottom lip down slightly with his thumb. My teeth ever-so-slightly catch on the skin, my breath getting stuck in my throat. I swallow.
“I want your bite. Please.” His hand moves along my jawline, cupping my cheek. He minutely nods, drawing nonsensical shapes on my thigh with his left hand. I swallow down a whine, patiently waiting for his next move.
Seconds pass.
Then minutes.
Finally, his hand turns my head to face towards the woodland. His hot breath hits my cheek, then my jawline, and then I feel it slowly descend my neck. His left hand slides up from my thigh, gently cupping my hip and giving it a squeeze; his right intertwines with one of mine sitting in my lap. His head gets closer to the side of my neck and my pulse starts to race again, my E/C eyes squeezing shut.
His mouth seals around a spot on my neck, the drag of his elongated canines brushing the skin for a few seconds. That’s when the pain starts: slowly, as his canines dig into the unblemished skin. I squeeze his hand in mine, biting my tongue as a searing hot pain radiates from my neck. Tears run down my cheeks, a gasped sob escaping from my mouth as he bites down harder. I feel the warm blood start running down my neck, in combination with the tears flooding from my eyes, then… nothing.
The pain slowly tapers off, Namjoon’s hot tongue soothing the puncture marks and cleaning up the damaged skin, then he starts to softly growl into the mark. I choke on a sob as the pain disappears, the emotions and hormones of a brand new bond suddenly setting into my wrecked body.
The apex gives one final lick to the wound with his tongue before pressing a soft kiss to it, my body shuddering at the sensation. My head spins at the barrage of emotions: a fresh flood of tears leaving my eyes as Namjoon pulls away from my neck.
“Omega?” He purrs, running both hands up and down my thighs. I hiccup in reply, sniffling and blinking rapidly to try and meet his eyes. “Hey. You’re okay, I promise. You did amazing.”
“Amazing?” I repeat, a foggy feeling starting to set into my head.
“Amazing. You took my bite so well, such a good omega.” He purrs. I’m as limp as a ragdoll as he pulls me into his lap, gently settling his nose into my hair. I open my mouth to speak but I don’t say a word, the fogginess erasing any semblance of thought I had in the seconds prior. “I love you.”
“Love you.” I murmur, my eyelids getting heavier. Then, darkness.
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“Is Jin dead?” Jimin rolls over, indelicately poking Seokjin square in the ribs; meanwhile, I hold my breath as I wait for a sign of life.
“Yes, your bad breath has poisoned me.” The eldest deadpans before letting out his high-pitched squeals of laughter, never ceasing even when Jimin swats at his chest.
“Haven’t you ever heard of gum?” I antagonise, flicking Jimin’s foot off of my thigh. He puts it straight back, giving me a solid kick whilst he does so. “How are you doing, Jin?”
“My neck hurts.” The eldest omega says, wobbling his bottom lip for extra sympathy. Sympathetically, I coo and rub his opposite shoulder, softly kissing the tip of his nose.
“And what about me? My neck hurts too!” Jimin interrupts, climbing into my lap and shoving his face against mine, squishing our cheeks together. I scrunch up my face before pressing a kiss to his cheek too, over-exaggeratedly rolling my eyes after doing so.
“So, that’s one out of five done.” I comment, eyeing up the marks on the sides of Seokjin’s and Jimin’s necks, matching with my own. Namjoon’s really done quite a bit of damage in the past two days!
“Who do we think will be the next to tear us to pieces?” Jin yawns and stretches his arms out - hitting Jimin in the process.
“Me.” I deadpan before nipping at Jimin’s neck with an overexaggerated growl. The youngest of the two squeals loudly, wrapping his arms around me as I nip and kiss up his neck.
“And what about me?” The eldest calls from the floor, faking upset. I shuffle across the floor with Jimin on my lap, tickling Jin’s leg. He sits up fully, leaning against me. I turn my head and nip at his neck too, in the same manner I had done Jimin’s moments ago.
“Marked by my fellow omega.” Jimin whispers dreamily, snuggling further into our little trio.
“Do you think I could’ve made it as an alpha?” I joke, pushing out my shoulders and making myself appear bigger: the two other omegas descend into laughter. I wipe the happy tears from my waterline, swooning when Jin reaches forward, gently biting my exposed shoulder.
“I wish we could mark each other.” Jin wistfully sighs. It develops into a whimper when Jimin chows down on his shoulder; I tighten my grip on them so we don’t all tumble, even if the sides around us are plush with blankets and pillows.
“Jimin!” I jokingly scold, tilting Jin’s head to check the indentations of Jimin’s teeth on his shoulder. Luckily, it hasn’t drawn any blood, but it looks deep enough. Suddenly, a flail of limbs and a semi-shout sends us all careening, arms and legs colliding: I turn my head and see Jin now sitting on top of Jimin’s waist, his head dug deep into Jimin’s shoulder while the former whimpers. I scooch along to the two, checking what’s going on, holding in the smile that threatens to rip apart my cheeks when I see the dazed looks in the two’s eyes. I rub each of their shoulders, taking in the pheromones they’re currently pumping out. I close my eyes and snuggle closer, unconsciously pushing out more of my scent too, wrapped up in the happy love scents we’re all pumping out.
“Why can’t omegas mark each other?” Jimin’s soft voice bounces off of the walls, his whipped cream suddenly starting to smell the slightest bit curdled.
“Biology.” I mutter angrily.
“Because if there was a bonded pack just with omegas, most alphas’ bloodlines would die out. It’s science’s stupid way of making sure all the himbos and dumbasses get their chance of living on.” Jin speaks up, his grip getting tighter on me and Jimin.
“Not our alphas though, right?”
“Definitely not. Have you seen Hoseok lately? I would let him-“ I’m interrupted by Jimin smacking his palm across my mouth, saving us all from a lurid, dirty confession. I continue to mutter against the palm of his hand, doing some motions with my hands.
“Horny ass.” Jimin groans, Jin grasping my hands and holding them close to his chest. I try and reply, but the omega’s hand is still pressed against my mouth, blocking any of my mutters and curses.
I try to pump out more of my scent to incapacitate him, yet it doesn’t work! He just combats my scent with his own, the two meeting in the middle and softly intertwining. Jin’s scent suddenly tickles my nose and the three scents melt together, filling the room with a tooth-aching sweetness that even a candy shop would fail to replicate. Tiredly, I relax into the plush nest around me, making sure not to let go of my pack mates. Jimin’s hand finally slips from my mouth, gravitating down towards my hip and squeezing lightly.
“I’m not tired.” Jin yawns, popping his lips and shoving his face into a nearby pillow with an overexaggerated tired squeal.
“And I’m not thinking about Jungkook’s arms.” Jimin sarcastically rebukes, yanking the eldest omega closer.
“Mmm. Biceps…” I yawn out, my eyelids getting heavier.
“Yummy...”
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“Do you remember the first apartment we moved into together?” Jungkook speaks into the top of my head, tightening his grip on me. I melt further into his chest, my arms wrapping across his broad torso and intertwining our legs.
“The one with the carpet in the bathroom?” I clarify, my eyebrows furrowing at the sudden mention.
“Yes, that’s the one.” A beat passes.
“What about it?”
“…Nothing.” He answers back, his voice coy and secretive.
“Right, c’mon, spill the deathbed confession.” I tilt my head to stare him in the eyes, levelling him with what I hope is a powerful glare. He opens his mouth slightly, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip and trying to flash me a cute, disarming bunny smile, to which I pinch his arm, not at all under his spell.
“Okay, okay! Fine!” He squeals, smacking my hand off. “Do you remember the weird stain on the living room wall? Near the window?”
I run my mind back; the strange, large brown discoloured patch appears like it was just yesterday when I saw it last. “The brown blob?”
He quickly nods, a nervous glint in his eyes flickering when he looks at me. “It was me. I saw a cockroach on the floor when I was carrying my drink in and I just kind of… threw it?”
Taken by surprise, I choke on my next breath, close to choking to death on my own spit before his hand slaps harshly on my back. “That-that was you?!”
Slowly, his head hangs in shame as a muttered ‘yes’ leaves his lips. I blink once, then twice, then a third time as the scenario runs through my head; the absurdity of the backstory forces cackles to erupt from my throat. I can barely take in enough air to counteract the harsh beating my throat’s taking, coughing and spluttering everywhere while Jungkook watches on - probably slightly concerned. Breathlessly, I gasp and wipe the tears away from my face.
“Hey, it’s not that funny.” The alpha mutters into the top of my head, displeasure woven into his scent. I shake my head and shove my nose into his chest, adjusting slightly so I’m squashed between his pectorals. “It’s not! The roach was massive - like the size of my fist!”
“Sure, alpha, sure.” I pretend to sympathise, patting his back like he’s a toddler in need of comfort. I snorted again when the image of Jungkook leaping five feet into the air petrified jumped into my mind, especially with the addition of a full-to-the-brim coffee cup slowly flying through the air.
“So… you’re not angry?” He whispers into the top of my head.
I debate for a few seconds whether or not to make him sweat but decide his small, broken tone is heartbreaking enough without making him feel guiltier. “No, I’m not, alpha.”
A few moments later, we’ve adjusted slightly, with him now lying completely on top of me, acting as a sort of weighted blanket with all of his muscle and alpha-ness. A shiver rolls up my spine when I feel his fingers prodding at my neck, circling the honorary bites from Jin and Jimin marked all around my throat, making sure to map out every single mark and commit it to memory. It’s not long before his pointer finger finds the newly wounded skin on the left side, around halfway up the expanse of my neck, and pauses. I suck in a deep breath as it drags along the expanse of the marked skin - making sure not to aggravate the fresh mark or re-open any of the skin nearby (or he’d be at the receiving end of Namjoon’s wrath.)
“How is it?” His tone is hushed, like he doesn’t want the walls or pillows to be privy to the conversation. Confused, I feel my head tilt a tiny bit, trying to figure out exactly what he was asking about the mark; he doesn’t bother to clarify and just stares right through me.
”Being marked is nice, in a way. It kind of grounds you a little, makes you feel more secure. Obviously, I’ll be even better once I’ve got everybody’s bite but…” I trail off, noticing he’s not really listening to a word I’m saying - he’s too busy undressing me with his eyes. “Koo?”
Slowly but surely, he comes back down to Earth, gnawing chunks off of his bottom lip with a spaced-out look in his eyes. A precautionary sniff nearly blows the hair out of my nostrils; there’s a syrup-like thickness to his normal vanilla scent, the normally very tiny base note of citrus quadruples in intensity! My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as it embraces me from every angle, my inner omega getting on all fours and panting like a dog on a summer’s day while outwardly I melt into the sheets below.
“Omega, can I…?” His pretty brown eyes meet mine, the desperation clear to see.
“Say it, Kook.” I whisper teasingly, darting out my tongue to lick my bottom lip in what I hope seems in a seductive way. I must have been successful - if the way his pupils blow and his body trembles is any indication anyway - and all I can do is liquify into the bedsheets below. The room now smells like someone had dropped a whole bottle of an orange essential oil on the floor, as well as baking a whole cup of vanilla extract in the oven: my omega loves it.
“Would you do me the honour of wearing my mark on that pretty, pretty neck?” His tongue teases the other side of my neck, directly opposite Namjoon’s.
“In what universe could I ever say no to that?”
Within seconds, his lips seal around the spot and his teeth pierce the skin. His teeth split the skin as they sink in, the canines slowly growing and deepening the wounds. A mixture of his spit and my blood slowly runs down, gliding over my collarbone before settling into the fabric of my shirt - leaving a stain I can’t ever get rid of (even though we both know I would never even think about it.) Dazed, my eyes slowly lose focus and a sharp ringing noise starts to pierce my eardrums; then a metallic cotton candy feeling starts inside of my mouth: my senses overwhelmed by the mark being forever carved into my neck. Instinctively, a high-pitched whine leaves my mouth; my inner omega bathing in the mixed hormones and intertwined scents of us and our alpha.
Slowly, my vision begins to clear - the once blurry blob of Jungkook now becoming crystal clear down to every fibre on his shirt, every hair on his head. The ringing in my ears stops once his eyes meet mine, quickly darting down to his bloodstained lips. I can’t help but stare as a droplet of red-tinted spit trickles and runs down his chin - it reminds me of how the rain used to run down the window of our first apartment, soaking the inside because of a faulty seal. The spit pools in the elasticated collar of his shirt, our shirts now accidentally matching in stains.
“Thank you, omega.” The alpha rumbles, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on my arm in a half-hearted attempt to bring me back down to Earth and to stop the barrage of hormones running through my veins.
”Love you, Koo.” My voice is small, my tongue heavy in my mouth as the pain blossoming from my neck slowly turns into a dull ache.
”I love you more, Y/N. Now, let’s get you cleaned up a little before the guys smell the blood and hormones and assume that I’ve killed you.” His hand travels up to cup my cheek, rubbing with his thumb. Tired and overcome with emotions, I nod, knowing that truthfully I’d probably let any of my packmates do whatever they wanted me to in this state. “Blink once for a bath and twice for a nap.”
I blink three times, and with each one I find it hard to re-open my eyes, my body finally shutting down after all of the excitement of the past two days. The cotton candy feeling overtakes me, my eyelids getting heavier until I only see darkness and feel the dull throbbing from my neck.
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Most of the pack are off doing their own thing, leaving me alone in the living room for an hour or so to be with my thoughts. Taehyung and Jimin are out in the surrounding woods, looking for bears or something - truthfully, I wasn’t listening. The moment my horny little omega brain locked eyes on Jimin’s sex-mused hair and the teeth imprints under his jaw, I tuned out and seemingly lost consciousness until an hour later. Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook talked about going to see some of the other nearby packs last night, so they must be out there making friends, or at least making decent acquaintances, with the other people out here. The last time I saw Yoongi, the alpha was bent over outside, sawing a plank of wood - and looking extra delicious while doing so - while Hoseok sorted little bags of screws into different piles. I let them be, deciding to tackle some of the mountains of laundry downstairs to be helpful (and definitely NOT because I had run out of clean underwear) and to make it seem like I had actually done something all day besides rotting on the couch. I sigh outwardly as I reach the laundry room, glaring at the fifty-foot tall piles of clothes and dirty underwear sprinkling the floor before finally starting to tackle them. I’m six loads in, wiping sweat from my brow, when the two alphas walk in, cheeks splitting open from the wide grins that encompass their faces.
“We wondered where you’d got to, omega.” Yoongi drawls, a blush appearing on my face. Embarrassed, I keep my eyes on the timer, willing the washing machine to actually finish in the five minutes advertised. To my dismay, it suddenly jumps to seven and I’m forced to look at the two hot and sweaty alphas that have joined me in the tiny space.
”You’re doing a good job, beautiful.” Hoseok pipes up, his hand slowly cupping my chin so I meet his pretty brown eyes. I nod in thanks, swallowing down the saliva that has suddenly pooled in my mouth from the two flirty alphas in my space. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Yoongi hovering near one of the dirty piles, eyes widening when I realise he’s made direct eye contact with a dirty pair of my sexy underwear.
“Who have you been wearing these for, omega? I don’t think I’ve ever seen these before.” My face cycles through the deep shades of red as his hand lingers, gripping the racy Y/F/C fabric in his left hand. Hoseok steps forward, running his finger along them as my face drops further, trying to hide away in myself.
“Me neither. So… which one of our lucky packmates got to see you in these?” My eyes lock on the Y/F/C lace at Hoseok’s purr, laughing nervously and feeling like a lamb on its way to be slaughtered. I mutter out a reply, so quiet even I can’t hear it, and blush when the two alphas stand and stare at me.
“Jimin.” I bite my lip as the hungry expressions appear on the two’s faces, their pupils dilating. The room that smelt like fabric conditioner and damp only moments prior is now a cacophony of citrus until you dig and reach the clash of pepper and mint, my own scent paling in comparison at the alpha-ness of it all.
“Oh omega… the things we’re gonna do to-“ The alpha is thankfully cut off thanks to the beeping of the washing machine, yet none of us move. My chest heaves as I stay rooted to the spot like a deer caught in the headlights, not wanting to move a single muscle until the omega part of my brain says it’s safe: it doesn’t get a chance.
——
Panting, I lose myself in the moment. Yoongi’s hand wraps around my throat, pulling me closer, my back now completely lying against his front. His hot breath sends goosebumps down my neck, his tongue lavishly kissing every spot. He finally settles a few inches from the top of my neck, bending me every which way as he plots. Instinctually, my eyes flutter shut at the feeling of such a strong alpha being that close to another one of my mating marks, a whimper falling from my mouth as I feel the air grow thick from tension.
His teeth slice into my neck like soft cheese, uncaring of the little resistance it holds. I grit my teeth as the pain fills my body, going rigid as my body screams at the intrusion. Sweat and exhilarating hormones pour from every pore, my body trembling as his scent interlocks with mine, expensive coffee penetrating my nose and wrapping around every limb, holding me hostage.
After a few seconds, I feel him slowly pull away, his tongue gently probing the fresh wound and leaving a kiss on it. I swoon, turning my head to look at him, which makes my legs tremble. The alpha’s pupils are nearly double their regular size, his top lip pulled up in a snarl and getting caught on one of his elongated canines. Before my very eyes, they start to shrink back to regular size, yet the blood and spit stain his skin, running in rivulets down his chin and pretty neck.
“Is it my turn now?” Hoseok purrs, shucking a shirt at Yoongi, presumably to clean up. I laugh and lie flat on my back, making sure to rest the fresh mating bite on one of the softer shirts in the pile so as to not aggravate it.
The younger alpha grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head as I lie there without any fight. Our lips meet in a sweet kiss before his trail lower, gently nibbling on my jawline before covering it with sloppy kisses. I pretend to fight the hold on my wrists but it doesn’t work; he just silences me with another kiss and a tickle to my side. I bring my legs up to protect myself but he forces them back down, using that same hand to then cup my jaw and make my gaze meet his.
”Are you done?” He sounds almost bored. I shake my head with a laugh, enjoying annoying the alpha just a little. His head dips again, this time to a spot just below my jaw, to which he pays particular attention to. His lips barely scrape the skin, the hotness of his breath causing a shiver to run down my spine, the hair on my arms standing up straight.
“Is that your spot, Hope?” Yoongi interjects. The younger alpha’s hair tickles my cheek as he nods, my eyes fluttering shut as I try to slow my rapidly-beating heart. I feel a drag of something sharp against the skin, my vein thumping, my breath quickening. Slowly, I breathe in, letting the alpha’s scent envelope me and regulate my heart rate to its natural rhythm, the fogginess in my head now slowly beginning to clear. However, that soon goes out of the window; his teeth swiftly bite into the skin. Tears fill my waterline and my eyes squeeze shut, my entire body going rigid while the pain overwhelms me. After a few painful minutes (which feel like hours), he disconnects from the mark, licking the stray droplets of my blood from around his mouth.
Numbingly, a daze takes over and my vision blurs. My body feels seven times heavier than before all of this, the two new marks on my neck burning deliciously while I slowly recuperate. Seconds later, I feel a hand gently cupping my neck and tilting my head back: a water bottle pressed to my lips that I sip leisurely. Another hand rubs my arm in soothing circles, making my body melt.
”So… round two?”
——
“I’m gonna have to redo all of this laundry.” I pout, snorting at the exasperated look Hoseok throws me.
”Don’t make me bite you, Y/N.” He emptily threatens, seeing as he just did only minutes prior. The two fresh mating bites throb from their designated spots on my neck: Hoseok’s is high up - practically on my jawline- whilst Yoongi’s is tucked away at the back near my hairline, near where a mother cat would scruff her kitten. I toss my leg out, hitting his and creating a domino effect, to which it ends with a pile of newly clean and dried laundry falling atop our sweaty, bodily-fluid-covered legs and chests.
”Do you mind?” Yoongi mutters grumpily from underneath a comically large sweatshirt, tossing it across the room and landing on top of a dirty pile.
“Hey! Now I have to re-wash all of that!” I smack the eldest’s arm, burrowing my face into his shoulder and inhaling the minty twinge.
“We’ll help. Everything smells like sex now anyway.”
”Like the others wouldn’t absolutely love wearing a shirt covered in her c-“ I swing and cover Hoseok’s mouth with my hand, muttering grumpily about these cheeky alphas. I suddenly go limp, gentle fingers rubbing the freshly bitten mating marks, falling back down in the space between them with a dazed smile on my face.
”So pretty.” I hear Hoseok grumble, his chest letting out a deep purr when I lay my head on it, blinking in time to his heartbeat.
“That’s it, omega, rest now.” A hand runs through my hair, petting it softly. I keep my eyes locked onto Hoseok’s, his pupils staring deep into mine. I know deep down that eyes can’t actually speak, but it feels like he’s saying everything without even opening his mouth, his gaze so full of love it makes my heart hurt.
”Go on, pretty omega. Sleep well.” A shiver runs down my spine at Yoongi’s whisper, his hot breath hitting my neck. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the warmth, finding myself gearing up for the two instead of winding down.
“Please.” I hear myself pleading for anyone, anything, to happen. My teeth ache inside of my mouth; my canines seem to not fit as snugly anymore while my tongue thrashes restlessly. I turn my head, meeting Hoseok’s eyes, and all hell seems to break loose.
————
“Do you have to sit there completely naked? You’re making the birds gag.” I sass, rolling my eyes as I see the alpha sitting with his legs spread on the bench outside.
“Try saying that without looking at my cock, omega, and I will.” Taehyung huffs back, running his hand through his thick, slightly curly hair. I drop my eyes into glares, stomping closer before throwing myself down into the space beside him. Determined to get on his nerves, I kick my legs up and toss them across his thighs, laughing at the deadpan look he gives me.
“Why are you naked anyway?” Curiosity is clear in my tone, wondering if we’re now a pack of exhibitionists or if he’s run out of clean underwear. He lets out a deep exhale from his nose, pushing my legs off of his. I put them back on, huffing when he hits them off again.
“Were you put on this planet solely to annoy me?” His tone is clipped, with a non-threatening glare in his eye when I nod.
“So… naked. Why?” The alpha tosses the question around in his head for a few seconds, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. “Taehyungie?”
“I marked Jimin about two hours ago.” Very quietly, he answers to which I nod and look at him dumbly - not completely sure how the two are correlated. “I just… the clothes felt like they weighed me down too much afterwards. It’s like I’m floating.”
“High off the bonding hormones?” I clarify softly, knowing the feeling. I’ve been living off of it for the past week or so, the feelings barely getting a chance to drop before the experience starts anew again. My stomach flips as he nods, looking away bashfully to focus his eyes on the woodland while I stay silent.
“I… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.”
“You haven’t. It’s rare an alpha feels it anyway, but when it normally does happen, it’s because of a mating mark. Your feelings are valid and true.” I answer, a hushed and soothing tone to my voice while I rub his shoulder in comfort. He melts into my hand, letting me guide him through the onslaught of feelings. The silence encompasses the air around us, with the trees dancing in the cold breeze that wafts by with goosebumps appearing in its wake. “If this moment was a movie scene, it would have some romantic, depressing music in the background.”
Taehyung lifts his head while a laugh forces through his closed lips.
”Don’t forget the really dramatic camera lift over the trees while the credits roll.”
“And the mid-credit blooper scenes which make all of our fans ship us.” I tease, puckering my lips to plant a kiss on his cheek, which he successfully manages to dodge. I plant my lips on his shoulder instead and snuggle into the warm skin, deeply inhaling his smoky scent until it’s the only thing in my mind.
“You said that the way I feel is normal after solidifying a bond. Did you feel like this after our JK bit you?” He turns to face me, his legs kicking up onto my lap to annoy me like I had done to him earlier.
“Well, if I’m being completely honest… I’ve felt it with every mating bite I’ve had so far. Maybe a little more with Kook, cause my body had been waiting for it an extra long time, but I’ve felt it with them all. When Hobi’s teeth sliced into my neck, I think I genuinely passed out. I… I don’t think I could live my life without you guys now.” I blabber with hearts in my eyes, a sickeningly sweet tilt to my scent filling the air around us.
”So you’d feel it if I bit you right now?” The words tumble out of his mouth. He looks just about as shocked as I do, a weird vibe filling the space between us.
I can only blink before I feel my head nodding, my teeth finding purchase on the soft skin of my bottom lip.
“Well, we should put ourselves on even ground first.” I stammer. His perfectly manicured brow raises, a cocky smirk upticking the side of his mouth.
“So, omega. Will you be matching me, or do I have to match you?” He purrs, his self-assuredness leaking from his every pore.
His cold hands slide up my torso, pulling the shirt I was wearing up and uncovering my warm skin underneath. Goosebumps follow in the wake, a chill tingling up my spine when his lips brush the already sensitive skin of my neck.
I lift my arms so my shirt can be shucked off, our eyes meeting again. I blink coyly as he stares down at my chest, my omega beaming in pride as the alpha basks in my near-naked form.
“Ever had to unhook a bra before?” I tease, holding in a laugh when his hand raises to pinch the skin.
”I’m not some blushing virgin, Y/N. I know my way around an omega’s body…” He trails off, unhooking the material in one swift movement. Our naked chests press against each other, our lips smashing together. I let him take the lead, a smirk upticking the corners of my mouth when his tongue wraps in mine. I’m entwined with him for what seems like hours, only breaking apart to strip another layer from me.
“Shouldn’t we go inside?” I ask breathlessly, hyper aware of our surroundings.
“If you want, sure. But I like the view I have right now.” He grumbles his reply, his dark eyes staring straight through mine. My body trembles at the intensity of his gaze and the way his scent overwhelms and assaults my senses, a million thoughts sprinting through my mind like an Olympic athlete.
“But what if someone sees?”
”The only thing they’re going to see, gorgeous, is an alpha loving on his omega.” He winks scandalously. His hand drops and lands a smack on my behind, letting out a deep chuckle at the way I almost jump out of my skin.
——
My eyes can barely stay open as I cuddle into the alpha’s shoulder, a thin layer of sweat marking our skin.
“Y/N? Hello?” Taehyung’s deep timbre shakes me out of the post-orgasmic haze, his hand gently tracing the bite mark on the back of my neck, tickling my hairline. I turn to face him, our noses rubbing with the lack of space.
”How are you doing, alpha?” My tone is measured and careful, my mind flashing back to how he was not even an hour ago after biting Jimin.
“Horny, but good.”
“After Yoongi and Seokie’s bites, I was ravenous.” I snort, stroking his muscular arm with a soft squeeze. He laughs, his perfect lips stretched into a boxy smile, sending a lightning bolt straight to my heart and a tingle to my stomach. Silently, his arm lifts and wraps around me, his nipple brushing my spine as he manhandles me into sitting between his legs, my feet propped up on the arm of the bench. His head rests atop mine, his fingers kneading on the smooth skin on my upper arms as the sun begins to slowly set.
“Tae?” I whisper into the slowly cooling air; a soft hum leaves his throat that gently vibrates down my back. “Did you notice Yoongi watching through the window?”
”It wasn’t just him. It was all of the hyungs.” I unattractively snort at his comment, our shared laughter filling the slowly darkening sky.
“What do you think they’re cooking for dinner?”
”I saw some kimchi in the fridge; hopefully something with that. But the real question is…” He trails off, his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear on my neck and a rough shiver to run down my spine.
“Is…?” I deeply inhale, waiting.
“How are we going to get your bra down from up there?” He points to a tree nearby, the fabric easy to see in comparison to the green leaves. I guffaw as his deep chuckles fill the air, smacking his arm as I try to stand and get it down.
A/N: this is quite spicy - sex is referenced to several times, but no actual sex takes place, but it’s alluded and referenced, so DNI if you’re not old enough to be near that.
My nose is permanently scrunched up, a gag rising in my throat. The aftermath of cleaning after a heat is never good, but I never knew that it could be this bad. I throw yet another sheet across the room - into the haphazard ‘to be cleaned ASAP’ pile - grumbling to myself as the piles only grow larger and larger.
I had originally started with three piles: clean, to be cleaned ASAP, and could wait to be laundered. Somehow, two more piles have appeared: to be burnt beyond the point of recognition and to be bleached, sanitised and then cleaned ASAP. Some of these need professional help, which I simply can’t provide: my bottom lip wobbling as I take in the state of one of my favourite throw blankets, completely stained and crusty.
“Omega?” Taehyung stands halfway down the stairs, peeking his head over the bannister. Joyfully, I stop what I’m doing, averting all of my attention on him (and those sinful grey sweatpants) and not the ruined piles of nesting materials.
“Hi.” I croon, smiling. His eyes flicker over the mountains, his mouth screwing up at the state of the ‘to be burnt beyond recognition’ pile and truly seeing the state of some of the things in it. Loudly, he descends down the stairs, his big feet stomping against the hardwood as he joins me in the midst of the chaos, unflatteringly plopping down next to me as our knees collide. I wince, smacking his muscular arm slightly in a huff, to which he throws his head back in a deep laugh, rubbing over the smacked skin.
“Is that…?” He trails off, glaring holes into the pillow resting near his legs. Before Jin’s heat, it was perfectly shaped and plump, but now it’s flat and ripped to shreds, covered in bodily fluids. I bite my lip to hold in my laugh as I watch his face run through the five stages of grief, eyes glazing over at the collection of crust and discoloured stains.
“Various fluids from various holes? Yes.” I answer truthfully, tossing the pillow over my shoulder into the to-be-burnt pile with a cringe. I grab the next blanket, precautionarily sniffing it for a few seconds before running my hands over it. “This one’s just got sex smell.”
That boxy smile of his appears on his face as he takes it from my hands, sinfully holding it up to his own nose and taking a deep inhale. His grip gets tighter on the fabric; the veins on his arms start to protrude slightly while the rest of his body goes rigid, his face stuffed deep into the blanket now. I lay a hand on his thigh and begin to shake him lightly to try and bring him out of the haze and back into the real world, but it doesn’t seem to work. I keep my eyes fixed on his musical build, watching every twitch of his thighs and shudder of his back while he breathes in the scents, sniffing desperately.
“Alpha?” I mutter, inching closer until I’m practically in his lap, my spare hand trying to tug the fabric away from his face, which I barely manage to succeed! I wrangle the blanket a few inches from his face, yanking it out of his grip and throwing it behind us, quickly taking his hands in mine.
His pupils are blown, eyelids drooping, and his mouth is shaped in a tired smile, intoxicated in the scents he was huffing in. I fully move onto his lap and try to get his attention on me, sliding my hands up to cup his face, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs to try and bring him back down to this planet, and even pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. The smell of arousal is thick in the air and almost glued to the walls, most of it now radiating from the alpha in front of me and not the sex-covered sheets behind us.
His pupil size slowly starts to go back to normal, his hands sliding up to gently cup my hips as his regular scent starts to fill my nostrils instead of the pumped-up arousal version.
The deep base of oak fills my nose first before the chaser of smoke starts to hook me in, the twang of blackberry taking the final hit and almost knocking me on my ass when the forcefulness of his… excitement starts to filter out of the room, letting his regular scent fill the gaps.
It takes a few minutes before the room smells more like a bonfire than a berry orgy and by then, thankfully, his pupils have gone back to normal and his body has stopped twitching. Silently, I watch as he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck from side to side, letting him reset his joints before a squeeze to my left hip lets me know he’s back on Earth.
“Y/N?” His whisper is barely heard. I nod, silently telling him to go on. “My sweats might need to join the laundry pile.”
My eyes flicker downwards before I can stop them, my entire body going rigid as the dark grey patch stares back. I wiggle a little, feeling the damp fabric against my shorts and desperately holding in a laugh while he looks away; his cheeks painted a blood-red shade.
“Alpha? Is that….?” I trail off and move my hips again - just to double-check.
“Shut up.” He groans, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, leaving his neck exposed. I shove my face forward, kissing just under his Adam’s apple with a giggle.
“It’s kind of hot, y’know.” I mutter, kissing along his neck again, lavishing his scent patch with my tongue. A groan ripples through, the muscle underneath my tongue vibrating and the sweet tang of berries starting to swirl around me. One of his hands slowly eases me back by my hair, tilting my head back until our eyes meet and a growl ripples through his chest.
“Y/N?” The way my name leaves his mouth is sinful, arousal dripping from every motion of his mouth, my tongue beginning to feel as heavy as a pound of bricks. I blink at him, trying to bat my eyes like in one of those low-budget romance movies to try and reel him in further. Cockily, he grins and squeezes my ass, landing a slap.
“Taehyung?” I croon, moving my hands up and running them through his hair with a coy smile.
“Yes, omega?”
“Take your clothes off.” The words fall from my mouth, dripping with honey and sweetness. Swiftly, he pushes forward and I land backwards with a squeal, wrapping my every limb around him, really not expecting the sudden change in pace.
“Do you really think you’re the one calling the shots?” His deep timbre makes goosebumps appear across my body, my eyelids starting to droop as his scent takes over my every sense. “Silly omega.”
——
Daydreaming, I stare at the wall in front of me with a smile plastered on my face. My legs feel like they’re made of jelly and my mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton wool: my omega senses in some sort of haywire.
“Would you put that down?” Yoongi’s voice trickles in, sounding like he’s scolding a child. I lean back a little - trying to peep into the bathroom to see who he’s talking to - but I can’t see anybody with a big box in the way.
“Can you hand me the torx?”
“The… huh?” Ah, it’s Namjoon. I shuffle forward, sneaking into the doorway and watching as Namjoon shuffles through the toolbox, his head tilted to the side and his brows drawn together in a state of true, utter confusion. It almost makes me laugh, the way he’s dragging his hands along the different tools with a metaphorical question mark hovering above his head.
“The torx?” Yoongi says again, holding his hand out behind him and gripping two pieces of wood with the other. Namjoon still doesn’t move, eyes going haywire across the box. I shuffle a little further in with a smile.
“Hi alphas.” I coo, diverting the attention to me just long enough to slide the torx into Namjoon’s hand and Yoongi to turn around. Both alphas smile; Namjoon’s more in thanks and Yoongi quickly gets back to work.
“Thank you.” He whispers into my ear as I shuffle into his lap, dragging my fingers through the toolbox. Yoongi screws the two pieces of wood together before turning back around, flashing a gummy grin and tossing the screwdriver back into the box.
“What are you doing?” I relax against the apex’s chest, tilting my head as I look at the wooden pieces and screws littering the bathroom floor.
“I’m putting up some mini shelves for toiletries, seeing as the drawers don’t have enough room.” Yoongi informs, digging out another screw from the packet.
“Well, there are eight of us.” I shrug and try to hide my smile, laughing to myself at the absurd number of people that live in this house.
“How many different shampoos do we actually need, though?” He shoots back, scooping the pozidriv from the box and screwing some more pieces together. I pull a face at his smartass response, rolling my eyes.
“Ow!” I screech when Namjoon pinches my thigh, my bottom lip wobbling.
“Don’t be a brat, omega.” His lips brush against my ear in a soft whisper, soothingly rubbing his hand over the skin he pinched.
“Yoongi, Namjoon’s being mean.” I snitch, putting on my best damsel-in-distress look to try and hook him in onto my side. He glances over his shoulder, biting his lip to hide a smile when his eyes meet Namjoon’s over my head.
“You heard him. Don’t be a brat.”
“Wow. Being bullied in my own bathroom.” I set fully into the drama queen role, throwing the pout on and even starting to sulk like a child. Suddenly, Yoongi’s in front of me, clutching my chin in his hands with a growl forming in his throat. I freeze like a deer in the headlights, the consequences of my actions suddenly hitting me - oops.
“What did we just say?” He grits out, his eyes dropping into slits as he glares at me. I don’t say anything, just nervously swallowing and trying to shuffle impossibly closer into the apex’s chest behind me.
“Omega, when we ask a question, we expect an answer.” Namjoon chimes in from behind me, squeezing my thighs harshly. My head starts swimming again and my mouth starts to feel like I’m chewing on a cloud, my body swimming in the smell of alpha dominance.
“You… you told me not to be a brat.” I whisper, the omega part of my brain wanting to show how submissive and good we can be.
“Louder.” Namjoon commands, my spine suddenly tingling and I sit up straight, breathing in heavily.
“You told me not to be a brat, alphas.”
They share a look over my head again, one I can’t determine what it means, and I suddenly feel very nervous. Turned on, but nervous.
“Do you know what bratty omegas get, Y/N?” Namjoon’s rumbling chest makes my body vibrate, nearly every thought and brain cell dying off the more this goes on.
“Lots of love and kisses?” I try to dig myself out of the hole, flashing a cute smile.
“Cute, but no.” Yoongi pipes up, squeezing my chin harder until my lips are formed into a pucker.
“Try again.” Namjoon’s lips circle my ear again, pressing a hot kiss behind it.
“They get punished, alphas.”
“Good omega.” They both purr, Yoongi pressing a hot kiss to my lips while Namjoon continues to press them behind my ear and make their way down my neck.
My vision blurs as the scent of my arousal fills the small room, bouncing off the tiles. Yoongi pushes the toolbox aside to get closer, eyes boring into mine as his lips embrace mine once again; tongue teasing mine. My body turns to mush, the jelly-feeling in my legs returning as my centre starts to warm and the thick smell of slick fills the space.
“Baby?” Namjoon’s whisper sends a tingle up my spine.
“Yes, Alpha?” I break away from Yoongi’s lips to answer, the Alpha taking over Namjoon’s job of sucking and kissing my neck.
“Present.”
——
“I could kiss you for hours.” Jimin’s voice is dreamy, stars twinkling in his eyes.
“Hours?” I repeat, slightly out of breath, “I think we’d die.”
“Gosh, how romantic. Dying in each other's arms, kissing the other’s breath away.” He seals the sentiment with another kiss, his hand sliding up my cheek and caressing my hair. I move my hands upwards, sliding them up his chest and gently squeezing the skin beneath. His bare skin is red hot under my touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips when I give it another squeeze and softly kiss the corner of his mouth, dragging against his plump lips.
I pause for a second, just looking over his face, taking in every feature. My eyes fall to those gorgeous lips again, my left hand slowly sliding upwards, caressing his throat before brushing my thumb against his bottom lip, letting it twang back into place.
“Who gave you permission to look this good?” I whisper and drag my hand down again, watching his Adam’s apple bob when he thickly swallows. “Who let you be this… tempting?”
“Stop…” Jimin’s high-pitched laugh fills the room, throwing himself around in a fit of giggles, nearly tossing us off the couch.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jiminie. So pretty.” I choke on my own laugh, clinging onto the arm of the couch desperately. I watch in slow motion as he rolls off of the couch, hitting the floor in a gaggle of limbs and a mix of a guffaw and chuckle. “Oh damn. Rest in peace, Omega.”
“Help!” He shrieks, throwing his arms and smacking them against the side of the couch, one of them managing to hit my arm a few times too.
“He was such a delight too. Will be missed.” I say to myself, rolling back over onto my back and staring at the ceiling, pretending to ignore his offended guffaws and shrieks from a few inches away.
“Pack meeting in five minutes!” Namjoon’s voice booms through the house, loud as a megaphone. We both jump up in surprise, letting out high-pitched screams like alley cats seeing a human for the first time in forever and sitting up straight.
“What did you do?” Jimin and I ask at the same time, furrowing our brows at the other. “Me? No, you!”
I drop my eyes into a glare and lightly smack his shoulder, shoving my head forward in a playful threat. He drops one eye into an overexaggerated wink, upturning the corner of his mouth into a cocky smirk. His head burrows close to the edge of the sofa, leaning against it while still looking up at me with those eyes.
“Did Joon say where the pack meeting was gonna be held?”
“I wasn’t paying attention if he did.”
“…Do you wanna kiss again?” His answer is wordless; yanking me down by my shirt and smashing our lips together.
In a movie: it’d be romantic and dramatic.
In real life: a terrible idea. He put too much force into the pull, and I went careening off the couch, smashing into him and the floor with a wheeze. His head first pops into my vision, then his hand which waves from side-to-side. He breathes out deeply when he sees me alive.
“You look fresh, like a salad.”
“WHAT?!”
——
Jimin and I arrive seven minutes late to the pack meeting, speeding into the bedroom determined. Several of the men are tutting, shaking their heads in mock shame. I roll my eyes, falling backwards onto the bed and crossing my legs. I scooch up a bit, resting my head on whoever’s legs are nearest, and wait for Namjoon to start. I lightly sniff, the puzzle pieces sliding into place when the sharp smell of coffee fills my nose. I let my nose guide me through the Yoongi experience: the top and overpowering note of expensive coffee, then the sudden citrussy drop, with the final barely-there twinge of mint.
Namjoon clears his throat, thrashing his arms round to get everybody’s attention. “We’re gathered here today-“
“Okay, Mr Officiant…” Jimin sasses under his breath, interrupting the pack alpha. Namjoon eerily turns his head to face him, glaring for a few seconds before snapping his head back to normal and grinning from ear to ear.
“Does anybody else want to interrupt?” Jungkook slowly raises his hand with a childish grin, his chest shaking in withheld laughter: Namjoon sighs like a stressed parent. “Well?”
“I have a question.”
A few seconds pass. We all look to the youngest alpha, waiting for him to speak up. A sick grin takes over his face, chaos written in his eyes; I inwardly sigh, tilting my head up to look away from the gremlin and instead stare at Yoongi. If living with Jungkook for three years has taught me anything, it’s that he’s batshit. The alpha has two working brain cells that constantly go on vacation and leave his knot to make all the decisions.
“What’s your question, Kook?”
More silence - and his shit-eating grin grows.
“JK…” Taehyung pipes up, levelling his fellow alpha with a chaotic twinkle in his eye.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi admonishes, already starting to regret turning up to the meeting.
“Alpha. What’s your question?” Jin intervenes from next to Hoseok, a bored look in the eldest’s eye. He still looks a little tired from his heat three days ago; yet his tone still says he’s awake enough to whip us all into shape.
“What’s that?” The alpha finally asks, pointing to an envelope in Namjoon’s hand, to which the apex sighs loudly and rubs at his brow. A few of us hide our laughter in reply, shaking our heads at Jungkook.
“If you would’ve waited, I could’ve explained this much quicker.” Namjoon grunts.
“Yeah, Kook. Shut up.” I say without any aggression, tapping my foot against his knee in a fake kick. He howls loudly, faking pain, and grips his knee to his chest. Hoseok nearly goes flying in the process, which causes a sort of domino effect in the circle. Hoseokie’s flailing limbs crash into Jin, whose entire body leans and falls into Taehyung, whose elbows collide into Yoongi’s - which smash into the side of my head!
Grunts and whimpers of pain now fill the room, my hand rubbing the tender area of my skull where Yoongi had accidentally hit, my bottom lip wobbling.
“JUNGKOOK!” Namjoon is quick to scold, putting on his (sexy) booming apex alpha voice and a withering glare. It’s the kind a mother or father would give their pup to stop them misbehaving, and it definitely works to rein the younger alpha in.
Loudly, apologies begin to fill the room, along with a lot of surprise at the number of injuries already blooming. Most of Taehyung’s bicep is already turning red: Jin’s entire neck has turned a blotchy red colour, the startings of a bruise forming along his throat!
Yoongi winces as he rolls his shoulders, rubbing his elbow.
“What’s the damage?” Jimin shuffles to Jin’s side, running his hand down the elder’s throat and circling the forming bruise. My eyes widen as Jimin’s small hands drag against Jin’s scent patch - an intoxicating cloud of salty ocean air tickling my taste buds. I clamber onto my knees, scooting along to join the duo and to get a more upfront taste of the omega’s scent - that is until I’m dragged backwards into the apex’s arms!
“Hey!” I screech, pouting. My shout draws enough attention for the other two omegas to be dragged away too - Jin into Hoseok’s arms and Jimin lifted like a sack of potatoes onto Yoongi’s lap.
“Omegas.” The beefy apex rumbles; really not helping the situation currently unfolding inside of me. I turn my head and flutter my eyelashes at him, snuggling closer and trying to push the innocent omega act. “That’s not going to work. I had you on your knees earlier, remember?”
“You had me on my back too,” I coo, “and on all fours if I remember correctly.”
His large hand slaps down on my thigh, quieting me immediately as the smell of arousal and lust fills the room.
“Now. The letter.” We fall silent. “The Initiative government advisors want mating marks. They’re giving the packs until the rest of the week for everyone to be bitten, or they’ll start to reassign members. So the question is-“
“Are we happy together, or would we be happier apart?” Hoseok interrupts. The lust drains out of my body as I take in what’s been said, my mind racing and jumping hurdles while my brain works to full capacity.
“Well, I personally think this works.” Jungkook pipes up with no regard to anyone else, shrugging carelessly while stretching out his limbs. Everyone stares at the muscled bunny, heads tilted in confusion and awe. The alpha even has the gall to stretch his arms above his head, showing off his muscled stomach and happy trail leading to the treasure beneath…
“Me too.” I feel the words leave my mouth before they appear in my head. I feel the pack’s gaze fly to me now, looking at me like I have a second head. “What? Kookie and I share the brain cell that controls love. And lust.”
“Mostly lust.” He reiterates, winking at me.
“Yes. We’re on some kind of synced circadian rhythm about feelings and sex and pack and-“ Namjoon hushes me in a deep timbre, running his hand up and down my back.
“I like this arrangement too.”
I grin like a Cheshire Cat back at Namjoon, whose smile reaches from ear to ear. Jungkook whoops loudly and punches the air, throwing himself across the circle and clinging to one of my legs like a chameleon on a branch.
“You’re all nice, I guess.” Yoongi shrugs, trying to keep up his non-bothered persona; Jimin slaps his leg with a grumpy look on his face.
“He loves it here. So do I.” The omega says, laughing when Yoongi throws him a stink-eye.
An unusually sad look appears on Hoseok’s face, something deep swimming in those brown eyes. “I can’t think of being with anyone else; I don’t want to. This is it for me.”
Instinctually, I begin to well up: a hard lump forming in my throat, and my eyes start glazing over. My wet eyes flicker across the room to notice I’m not the only one - all eyes are wet, and some bottom lips are wobbling, desperately holding the floodgates closed. I look to the only one that hasn’t said anything yet: the eldest of our ragtag pack of misfits, but his gaze is locked on his hands fiddling in his lap.
“Jin?” Jimin’s voice is unusually small and a little high-pitched; he sounds like an anxious teenager waiting for their first date. Apprehensively, I gnaw on my bottom lip - why’s he taking such a long time to answer?
“Jinnie?” I pipe up, but his gaze doesn’t falter. I sink further back into Namjoon: my omega senses going haywire at all of the nervous energy in the room.
Jimin’s usual tooth-aching whipped cream and peaches sweet shop smell is slowly starting to smell rotten and curdled, anxiety coursing through every note. I can feel my own scent starting to sharpen and curdle, a nauseous feeling washing over me as the room starts to stink of an upset pack.
“I like this pack too.” It seems like hours have passed until the eldest finally speaks, happy sighs spilling out of everyone’s mouths. “I’m just worried. If we change our minds after mating marks - we’re screwed.”
“The only thing a mating mark will change for me is how horny I’m going to be. Gosh, it’ll be seven days a week.” Jungkook sighs out, a familiar look beginning to glaze over his eyes, one of his hands slowly rubbing shapes into my thigh. Horny ass.
“For once, I agree with the maknae. My knot will probably end up falling off.” Taehyung speaks up, a cocky smirk gracing that stupidly attractive face of his.
“Damn. It’ll be missed.” The words tumble out of my mouth as I eye him appreciatively.
“Oh, it definitely will.” Jimin tacks on, tacking on a wink at the end and a deep chuckle.
“Still, there’ll be more where that came from.” Jin’s mood seems to be lifted slightly, his windshield wiper laugh finally making an appearance.
“Ah, it’s okay. What you can’t do with a knot, you can do with a tongue.” Yoongi adds semi-helpfully, patting Tae on the back sort of soothingly.
“Or your fingers.” Hoseok interrupts, smacking Taehyung’s other shoulder in comfort.
“Is sex all you ever think about?” Namjoon admonishes, shaking his head scoldingly.
I roll my eyes at the hypocrisy, “I’m sitting on your lap. I can literally feel how hard you are right now.”
“Are you being a brat again?” He pinches the skin of my thigh. I shake my head - he doesn’t believe me.
“She’s always a brat.” Jungkook pipes up unhelpfully, tilting his head back to flash a devastating smile my way. I flick his forehead in retaliation, whining when he turns his head and nips at the skin on my leg.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry to break up… whatever this is,” Hoseok motions with his hands, a handsome smile on his face, “But we’re getting naked. Are you planning to join?”
Three seconds later, Jungkook’s shirt is tossed at my head.
A/N: this is quite spicy - sex is referenced to several times, but no actual sex takes place, but it’s alluded and referenced, so DNI if you’re not old enough to be near that.
My nose is permanently scrunched up, a gag rising in my throat. The aftermath of cleaning after a heat is never good, but I never knew that it could be this bad. I throw yet another sheet across the room - into the haphazard ‘to be cleaned ASAP’ pile - grumbling to myself as the piles only grow larger and larger.
I had originally started with three piles: clean, to be cleaned ASAP, and could wait to be laundered. Somehow, two more piles have appeared: to be burnt beyond the point of recognition and to be bleached, sanitised and then cleaned ASAP. Some of these need professional help, which I simply can’t provide: my bottom lip wobbling as I take in the state of one of my favourite throw blankets, completely stained and crusty.
“Omega?” Taehyung stands halfway down the stairs, peeking his head over the bannister. Joyfully, I stop what I’m doing, averting all of my attention on him (and those sinful grey sweatpants) and not the ruined piles of nesting materials.
“Hi.” I croon, smiling. His eyes flicker over the mountains, his mouth screwing up at the state of the ‘to be burnt beyond recognition’ pile and truly seeing the state of some of the things in it. Loudly, he descends down the stairs, his big feet stomping against the hardwood as he joins me in the midst of the chaos, unflatteringly plopping down next to me as our knees collide. I wince, smacking his muscular arm slightly in a huff, to which he throws his head back in a deep laugh, rubbing over the smacked skin.
“Is that…?” He trails off, glaring holes into the pillow resting near his legs. Before Jin’s heat, it was perfectly shaped and plump, but now it’s flat and ripped to shreds, covered in bodily fluids. I bite my lip to hold in my laugh as I watch his face run through the five stages of grief, eyes glazing over at the collection of crust and discoloured stains.
“Various fluids from various holes? Yes.” I answer truthfully, tossing the pillow over my shoulder into the to-be-burnt pile with a cringe. I grab the next blanket, precautionarily sniffing it for a few seconds before running my hands over it. “This one’s just got sex smell.”
That boxy smile of his appears on his face as he takes it from my hands, sinfully holding it up to his own nose and taking a deep inhale. His grip gets tighter on the fabric; the veins on his arms start to protrude slightly while the rest of his body goes rigid, his face stuffed deep into the blanket now. I lay a hand on his thigh and begin to shake him lightly to try and bring him out of the haze and back into the real world, but it doesn’t seem to work. I keep my eyes fixed on his musical build, watching every twitch of his thighs and shudder of his back while he breathes in the scents, sniffing desperately.
“Alpha?” I mutter, inching closer until I’m practically in his lap, my spare hand trying to tug the fabric away from his face, which I barely manage to succeed! I wrangle the blanket a few inches from his face, yanking it out of his grip and throwing it behind us, quickly taking his hands in mine.
His pupils are blown, eyelids drooping, and his mouth is shaped in a tired smile, intoxicated in the scents he was huffing in. I fully move onto his lap and try to get his attention on me, sliding my hands up to cup his face, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs to try and bring him back down to this planet, and even pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. The smell of arousal is thick in the air and almost glued to the walls, most of it now radiating from the alpha in front of me and not the sex-covered sheets behind us.
His pupil size slowly starts to go back to normal, his hands sliding up to gently cup my hips as his regular scent starts to fill my nostrils instead of the pumped-up arousal version.
The deep base of oak fills my nose first before the chaser of smoke starts to hook me in, the twang of blackberry taking the final hit and almost knocking me on my ass when the forcefulness of his… excitement starts to filter out of the room, letting his regular scent fill the gaps.
It takes a few minutes before the room smells more like a bonfire than a berry orgy and by then, thankfully, his pupils have gone back to normal and his body has stopped twitching. Silently, I watch as he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck from side to side, letting him reset his joints before a squeeze to my left hip lets me know he’s back on Earth.
“Y/N?” His whisper is barely heard. I nod, silently telling him to go on. “My sweats might need to join the laundry pile.”
My eyes flicker downwards before I can stop them, my entire body going rigid as the dark grey patch stares back. I wiggle a little, feeling the damp fabric against my shorts and desperately holding in a laugh while he looks away; his cheeks painted a blood-red shade.
“Alpha? Is that….?” I trail off and move my hips again - just to double-check.
“Shut up.” He groans, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, leaving his neck exposed. I shove my face forward, kissing just under his Adam’s apple with a giggle.
“It’s kind of hot, y’know.” I mutter, kissing along his neck again, lavishing his scent patch with my tongue. A groan ripples through, the muscle underneath my tongue vibrating and the sweet tang of berries starting to swirl around me. One of his hands slowly eases me back by my hair, tilting my head back until our eyes meet and a growl ripples through his chest.
“Y/N?” The way my name leaves his mouth is sinful, arousal dripping from every motion of his mouth, my tongue beginning to feel as heavy as a pound of bricks. I blink at him, trying to bat my eyes like in one of those low-budget romance movies to try and reel him in further. Cockily, he grins and squeezes my ass, landing a slap.
“Taehyung?” I croon, moving my hands up and running them through his hair with a coy smile.
“Yes, omega?”
“Take your clothes off.” The words fall from my mouth, dripping with honey and sweetness. Swiftly, he pushes forward and I land backwards with a squeal, wrapping my every limb around him, really not expecting the sudden change in pace.
“Do you really think you’re the one calling the shots?” His deep timbre makes goosebumps appear across my body, my eyelids starting to droop as his scent takes over my every sense. “Silly omega.”
——
Daydreaming, I stare at the wall in front of me with a smile plastered on my face. My legs feel like they’re made of jelly and my mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton wool: my omega senses in some sort of haywire.
“Would you put that down?” Yoongi’s voice trickles in, sounding like he’s scolding a child. I lean back a little - trying to peep into the bathroom to see who he’s talking to - but I can’t see anybody with a big box in the way.
“Can you hand me the torx?”
“The… huh?” Ah, it’s Namjoon. I shuffle forward, sneaking into the doorway and watching as Namjoon shuffles through the toolbox, his head tilted to the side and his brows drawn together in a state of true, utter confusion. It almost makes me laugh, the way he’s dragging his hands along the different tools with a metaphorical question mark hovering above his head.
“The torx?” Yoongi says again, holding his hand out behind him and gripping two pieces of wood with the other. Namjoon still doesn’t move, eyes going haywire across the box. I shuffle a little further in with a smile.
“Hi alphas.” I coo, diverting the attention to me just long enough to slide the torx into Namjoon’s hand and Yoongi to turn around. Both alphas smile; Namjoon’s more in thanks and Yoongi quickly gets back to work.
“Thank you.” He whispers into my ear as I shuffle into his lap, dragging my fingers through the toolbox. Yoongi screws the two pieces of wood together before turning back around, flashing a gummy grin and tossing the screwdriver back into the box.
“What are you doing?” I relax against the apex’s chest, tilting my head as I look at the wooden pieces and screws littering the bathroom floor.
“I’m putting up some mini shelves for toiletries, seeing as the drawers don’t have enough room.” Yoongi informs, digging out another screw from the packet.
“Well, there are eight of us.” I shrug and try to hide my smile, laughing to myself at the absurd number of people that live in this house.
“How many different shampoos do we actually need, though?” He shoots back, scooping the pozidriv from the box and screwing some more pieces together. I pull a face at his smartass response, rolling my eyes.
“Ow!” I screech when Namjoon pinches my thigh, my bottom lip wobbling.
“Don’t be a brat, omega.” His lips brush against my ear in a soft whisper, soothingly rubbing his hand over the skin he pinched.
“Yoongi, Namjoon’s being mean.” I snitch, putting on my best damsel-in-distress look to try and hook him in onto my side. He glances over his shoulder, biting his lip to hide a smile when his eyes meet Namjoon’s over my head.
“You heard him. Don’t be a brat.”
“Wow. Being bullied in my own bathroom.” I set fully into the drama queen role, throwing the pout on and even starting to sulk like a child. Suddenly, Yoongi’s in front of me, clutching my chin in his hands with a growl forming in his throat. I freeze like a deer in the headlights, the consequences of my actions suddenly hitting me - oops.
“What did we just say?” He grits out, his eyes dropping into slits as he glares at me. I don’t say anything, just nervously swallowing and trying to shuffle impossibly closer into the apex’s chest behind me.
“Omega, when we ask a question, we expect an answer.” Namjoon chimes in from behind me, squeezing my thighs harshly. My head starts swimming again and my mouth starts to feel like I’m chewing on a cloud, my body swimming in the smell of alpha dominance.
“You… you told me not to be a brat.” I whisper, the omega part of my brain wanting to show how submissive and good we can be.
“Louder.” Namjoon commands, my spine suddenly tingling and I sit up straight, breathing in heavily.
“You told me not to be a brat, alphas.”
They share a look over my head again, one I can’t determine what it means, and I suddenly feel very nervous. Turned on, but nervous.
“Do you know what bratty omegas get, Y/N?” Namjoon’s rumbling chest makes my body vibrate, nearly every thought and brain cell dying off the more this goes on.
“Lots of love and kisses?” I try to dig myself out of the hole, flashing a cute smile.
“Cute, but no.” Yoongi pipes up, squeezing my chin harder until my lips are formed into a pucker.
“Try again.” Namjoon’s lips circle my ear again, pressing a hot kiss behind it.
“They get punished, alphas.”
“Good omega.” They both purr, Yoongi pressing a hot kiss to my lips while Namjoon continues to press them behind my ear and make their way down my neck.
My vision blurs as the scent of my arousal fills the small room, bouncing off the tiles. Yoongi pushes the toolbox aside to get closer, eyes boring into mine as his lips embrace mine once again; tongue teasing mine. My body turns to mush, the jelly-feeling in my legs returning as my centre starts to warm and the thick smell of slick fills the space.
“Baby?” Namjoon’s whisper sends a tingle up my spine.
“Yes, Alpha?” I break away from Yoongi’s lips to answer, the Alpha taking over Namjoon’s job of sucking and kissing my neck.
“Present.”
——
“I could kiss you for hours.” Jimin’s voice is dreamy, stars twinkling in his eyes.
“Hours?” I repeat, slightly out of breath, “I think we’d die.”
“Gosh, how romantic. Dying in each other's arms, kissing the other’s breath away.” He seals the sentiment with another kiss, his hand sliding up my cheek and caressing my hair. I move my hands upwards, sliding them up his chest and gently squeezing the skin beneath. His bare skin is red hot under my touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips when I give it another squeeze and softly kiss the corner of his mouth, dragging against his plump lips.
I pause for a second, just looking over his face, taking in every feature. My eyes fall to those gorgeous lips again, my left hand slowly sliding upwards, caressing his throat before brushing my thumb against his bottom lip, letting it twang back into place.
“Who gave you permission to look this good?” I whisper and drag my hand down again, watching his Adam’s apple bob when he thickly swallows. “Who let you be this… tempting?”
“Stop…” Jimin’s high-pitched laugh fills the room, throwing himself around in a fit of giggles, nearly tossing us off the couch.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jiminie. So pretty.” I choke on my own laugh, clinging onto the arm of the couch desperately. I watch in slow motion as he rolls off of the couch, hitting the floor in a gaggle of limbs and a mix of a guffaw and chuckle. “Oh damn. Rest in peace, Omega.”
“Help!” He shrieks, throwing his arms and smacking them against the side of the couch, one of them managing to hit my arm a few times too.
“He was such a delight too. Will be missed.” I say to myself, rolling back over onto my back and staring at the ceiling, pretending to ignore his offended guffaws and shrieks from a few inches away.
“Pack meeting in five minutes!” Namjoon’s voice booms through the house, loud as a megaphone. We both jump up in surprise, letting out high-pitched screams like alley cats seeing a human for the first time in forever and sitting up straight.
“What did you do?” Jimin and I ask at the same time, furrowing our brows at the other. “Me? No, you!”
I drop my eyes into a glare and lightly smack his shoulder, shoving my head forward in a playful threat. He drops one eye into an overexaggerated wink, upturning the corner of his mouth into a cocky smirk. His head burrows close to the edge of the sofa, leaning against it while still looking up at me with those eyes.
“Did Joon say where the pack meeting was gonna be held?”
“I wasn’t paying attention if he did.”
“…Do you wanna kiss again?” His answer is wordless; yanking me down by my shirt and smashing our lips together.
In a movie: it’d be romantic and dramatic.
In real life: a terrible idea. He put too much force into the pull, and I went careening off the couch, smashing into him and the floor with a wheeze. His head first pops into my vision, then his hand which waves from side-to-side. He breathes out deeply when he sees me alive.
“You look fresh, like a salad.”
“WHAT?!”
——
Jimin and I arrive seven minutes late to the pack meeting, speeding into the bedroom determined. Several of the men are tutting, shaking their heads in mock shame. I roll my eyes, falling backwards onto the bed and crossing my legs. I scooch up a bit, resting my head on whoever’s legs are nearest, and wait for Namjoon to start. I lightly sniff, the puzzle pieces sliding into place when the sharp smell of coffee fills my nose. I let my nose guide me through the Yoongi experience: the top and overpowering note of expensive coffee, then the sudden citrussy drop, with the final barely-there twinge of mint.
Namjoon clears his throat, thrashing his arms round to get everybody’s attention. “We’re gathered here today-“
“Okay, Mr Officiant…” Jimin sasses under his breath, interrupting the pack alpha. Namjoon eerily turns his head to face him, glaring for a few seconds before snapping his head back to normal and grinning from ear to ear.
“Does anybody else want to interrupt?” Jungkook slowly raises his hand with a childish grin, his chest shaking in withheld laughter: Namjoon sighs like a stressed parent. “Well?”
“I have a question.”
A few seconds pass. We all look to the youngest alpha, waiting for him to speak up. A sick grin takes over his face, chaos written in his eyes; I inwardly sigh, tilting my head up to look away from the gremlin and instead stare at Yoongi. If living with Jungkook for three years has taught me anything, it’s that he’s batshit. The alpha has two working brain cells that constantly go on vacation and leave his knot to make all the decisions.
“What’s your question, Kook?”
More silence - and his shit-eating grin grows.
“JK…” Taehyung pipes up, levelling his fellow alpha with a chaotic twinkle in his eye.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi admonishes, already starting to regret turning up to the meeting.
“Alpha. What’s your question?” Jin intervenes from next to Hoseok, a bored look in the eldest’s eye. He still looks a little tired from his heat three days ago; yet his tone still says he’s awake enough to whip us all into shape.
“What’s that?” The alpha finally asks, pointing to an envelope in Namjoon’s hand, to which the apex sighs loudly and rubs at his brow. A few of us hide our laughter in reply, shaking our heads at Jungkook.
“If you would’ve waited, I could’ve explained this much quicker.” Namjoon grunts.
“Yeah, Kook. Shut up.” I say without any aggression, tapping my foot against his knee in a fake kick. He howls loudly, faking pain, and grips his knee to his chest. Hoseok nearly goes flying in the process, which causes a sort of domino effect in the circle. Hoseokie’s flailing limbs crash into Jin, whose entire body leans and falls into Taehyung, whose elbows collide into Yoongi’s - which smash into the side of my head!
Grunts and whimpers of pain now fill the room, my hand rubbing the tender area of my skull where Yoongi had accidentally hit, my bottom lip wobbling.
“JUNGKOOK!” Namjoon is quick to scold, putting on his (sexy) booming apex alpha voice and a withering glare. It’s the kind a mother or father would give their pup to stop them misbehaving, and it definitely works to rein the younger alpha in.
Loudly, apologies begin to fill the room, along with a lot of surprise at the number of injuries already blooming. Most of Taehyung’s bicep is already turning red: Jin’s entire neck has turned a blotchy red colour, the startings of a bruise forming along his throat!
Yoongi winces as he rolls his shoulders, rubbing his elbow.
“What’s the damage?” Jimin shuffles to Jin’s side, running his hand down the elder’s throat and circling the forming bruise. My eyes widen as Jimin’s small hands drag against Jin’s scent patch - an intoxicating cloud of salty ocean air tickling my taste buds. I clamber onto my knees, scooting along to join the duo and to get a more upfront taste of the omega’s scent - that is until I’m dragged backwards into the apex’s arms!
“Hey!” I screech, pouting. My shout draws enough attention for the other two omegas to be dragged away too - Jin into Hoseok’s arms and Jimin lifted like a sack of potatoes onto Yoongi’s lap.
“Omegas.” The beefy apex rumbles; really not helping the situation currently unfolding inside of me. I turn my head and flutter my eyelashes at him, snuggling closer and trying to push the innocent omega act. “That’s not going to work. I had you on your knees earlier, remember?”
“You had me on my back too,” I coo, “and on all fours if I remember correctly.”
His large hand slaps down on my thigh, quieting me immediately as the smell of arousal and lust fills the room.
“Now. The letter.” We fall silent. “The Initiative government advisors want mating marks. They’re giving the packs until the rest of the week for everyone to be bitten, or they’ll start to reassign members. So the question is-“
“Are we happy together, or would we be happier apart?” Hoseok interrupts. The lust drains out of my body as I take in what’s been said, my mind racing and jumping hurdles while my brain works to full capacity.
“Well, I personally think this works.” Jungkook pipes up with no regard to anyone else, shrugging carelessly while stretching out his limbs. Everyone stares at the muscled bunny, heads tilted in confusion and awe. The alpha even has the gall to stretch his arms above his head, showing off his muscled stomach and happy trail leading to the treasure beneath…
“Me too.” I feel the words leave my mouth before they appear in my head. I feel the pack’s gaze fly to me now, looking at me like I have a second head. “What? Kookie and I share the brain cell that controls love. And lust.”
“Mostly lust.” He reiterates, winking at me.
“Yes. We’re on some kind of synced circadian rhythm about feelings and sex and pack and-“ Namjoon hushes me in a deep timbre, running his hand up and down my back.
“I like this arrangement too.”
I grin like a Cheshire Cat back at Namjoon, whose smile reaches from ear to ear. Jungkook whoops loudly and punches the air, throwing himself across the circle and clinging to one of my legs like a chameleon on a branch.
“You’re all nice, I guess.” Yoongi shrugs, trying to keep up his non-bothered persona; Jimin slaps his leg with a grumpy look on his face.
“He loves it here. So do I.” The omega says, laughing when Yoongi throws him a stink-eye.
An unusually sad look appears on Hoseok’s face, something deep swimming in those brown eyes. “I can’t think of being with anyone else; I don’t want to. This is it for me.”
Instinctually, I begin to well up: a hard lump forming in my throat, and my eyes start glazing over. My wet eyes flicker across the room to notice I’m not the only one - all eyes are wet, and some bottom lips are wobbling, desperately holding the floodgates closed. I look to the only one that hasn’t said anything yet: the eldest of our ragtag pack of misfits, but his gaze is locked on his hands fiddling in his lap.
“Jin?” Jimin’s voice is unusually small and a little high-pitched; he sounds like an anxious teenager waiting for their first date. Apprehensively, I gnaw on my bottom lip - why’s he taking such a long time to answer?
“Jinnie?” I pipe up, but his gaze doesn’t falter. I sink further back into Namjoon: my omega senses going haywire at all of the nervous energy in the room.
Jimin’s usual tooth-aching whipped cream and peaches sweet shop smell is slowly starting to smell rotten and curdled, anxiety coursing through every note. I can feel my own scent starting to sharpen and curdle, a nauseous feeling washing over me as the room starts to stink of an upset pack.
“I like this pack too.” It seems like hours have passed until the eldest finally speaks, happy sighs spilling out of everyone’s mouths. “I’m just worried. If we change our minds after mating marks - we’re screwed.”
“The only thing a mating mark will change for me is how horny I’m going to be. Gosh, it’ll be seven days a week.” Jungkook sighs out, a familiar look beginning to glaze over his eyes, one of his hands slowly rubbing shapes into my thigh. Horny ass.
“For once, I agree with the maknae. My knot will probably end up falling off.” Taehyung speaks up, a cocky smirk gracing that stupidly attractive face of his.
“Damn. It’ll be missed.” The words tumble out of my mouth as I eye him appreciatively.
“Oh, it definitely will.” Jimin tacks on, tacking on a wink at the end and a deep chuckle.
“Still, there’ll be more where that came from.” Jin’s mood seems to be lifted slightly, his windshield wiper laugh finally making an appearance.
“Ah, it’s okay. What you can’t do with a knot, you can do with a tongue.” Yoongi adds semi-helpfully, patting Tae on the back sort of soothingly.
“Or your fingers.” Hoseok interrupts, smacking Taehyung’s other shoulder in comfort.
“Is sex all you ever think about?” Namjoon admonishes, shaking his head scoldingly.
I roll my eyes at the hypocrisy, “I’m sitting on your lap. I can literally feel how hard you are right now.”
“Are you being a brat again?” He pinches the skin of my thigh. I shake my head - he doesn’t believe me.
“She’s always a brat.” Jungkook pipes up unhelpfully, tilting his head back to flash a devastating smile my way. I flick his forehead in retaliation, whining when he turns his head and nips at the skin on my leg.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry to break up… whatever this is,” Hoseok motions with his hands, a handsome smile on his face, “But we’re getting naked. Are you planning to join?”
Three seconds later, Jungkook’s shirt is tossed at my head.
A/N: a lil spicy. just a tad. lots of makeout sessions, quite a few curse words.
Word count: 4k
“Is it weird that I’m like… kind of attracted to this right now?” Jungkook’s voice smoothly comes from my left, sounding a little confused.
“Which part?” Taehyung voiced from my right, boredom clear in his voice. My head constantly turns between the two like a game of tennis, desperately trying to figure out exactly what the two alphas are talking about.
“Just… this.” Jungkook waves his hands around. I try to move and stare where his eyes are fixed, but there doesn’t seem to be anything but the couch. I swivel my head to look at Taehyung to see if he’s just as confused as I am, but I’m still left without answers.
“Nope, completely normal.” Taehyung waves his hand passively.
“Uh, alphas?” I squeak, the two averting their eyes to me. “What are you two talking about?”
Silence encompassed the room, the tension thick. My thoughts start to race, desperate to know what I’m missing out on and why the tension is so thick all of a sudden! I glance between the two, still with no answer, and swallow nervously before deep chuckles begin to bubble out of Taehyung’s chest. Now with even more confusion in my brain, I look to the youngest alpha, only to find he’s in a similar fate. Laughs and chuckles fill the room; meanwhile, I feel like the butt of whatever joke the two had concocted!
I huff loudly, crossing my arms and so incredibly close to throwing a pup-like tantrum…
“He’s talking about this, omega.” Taehyung interrupts my thoughts, only to leave me with more.
“Talking about what?” I ask, desperate for him to clarify. He snorts, laying a big palm onto my thigh.
“This. The fact that he’s sharing what used to be his sole omega with six people he barely knows. He’s talking about how you’re snuggled between the two of us, how we all got pushed together because of some algorithm and yet it weirdly works…” He lowers his voice, running a finger down my cheek as my breath gets caught in my chest. I can’t take my eyes off of him; from his unique eyelids to his thick thighs, his black curls framing his face so well. “Oh.” Is all I can manage to reply with, my thoughts racing while I feel my cheeks warm. I feel myself zone in on his scent, letting it wrap around me while my inner omega pterodactyl screeches into the void; meanwhile, my body moves unconsciously closer.
“Oh? Is that all you can think to say, Y/N?” My name comes out in a deep rumble from his chest, the hand on my thigh slowly moving up and down as he tries his best to distract me. All of the liquid in my body gathers in my mouth, drool practically leaking from the corners of my lips as his drawl lures me in. He’s the siren out at sea, and I’m just a simple pirate, dehydrated and lonely for company. Nearly every word in the dictionary has been sucked out of my brain, leaving only his name and designation: Taehyung, Alpha. Alpha, Taehyung.
“Alpha.” I manage to whimper out, his hand squeezing my thigh like a vice. He leans closer, so close I can feel his warm breath hitting my trembling lips. My eyelids grow heavy as his pupils lock with mine; my omega instincts are no match for his alpha prowess. I can feel myself breathing slightly heavier, waiting for him to get rid of this space between us.
The beat of my heart thunders in my ears while seconds pass, then minutes. It feels like hours before his plump lips are millimetres from mine, my inner omega riled to the max. I lean forward, finally cutting off the space and feeling his lips against mine. My eyes squeeze shut as I let my heart take over, my arms wrapping firmly around his neck when he yanks me into his lap. The muscles of his thighs press into my ass, my legs squeezing tight around his waist as his arms settle around mine.
My kisses with the other pack members have been fairytale-like and innocent, with fireworks exploding in the background and lips brushing with simplicity. This kiss with Taehyung is full of passion, his tongue roughly running against the seam of my lips to grant him entrance, hands squeezing at my hips when I dare to hesitate, his toned body pressed impossibly close to mine. My head swims as the kiss gets messier, our teeth clashing as his tongue wraps firmly in mine. I feel myself try to move closer, wrapping my legs around him tighter, squeezing him so tight it’s like I want us to form into one gelatinous blob. His hands warm my waist, slowly rubbing circles and inching downward. I gasp, splitting us apart when I feel a harsh pinch on one of my asscheeks, staring at him. Taehyung stares back, his gaze unrelenting when he squeezes my ass again, one corner of his mouth upticked in a smirk. I find myself entranced with his lips, all swollen and covered in our mutual spit, the smirk so… seductive. I open my mouth to speak before quickly closing it, just letting my eyes flick from his saccharine lips to his captivating eyes repeatedly.
“Are you two done?” Jungkook’s voice silkily breaks through my trance, but I don’t dare look away from the alpha in front of me.
“Silly Jungkook. We haven’t even started.” The chuckle leaves Taehyung’s chest, his hand cheekily squeezing my ass again.
“Is that a promise?” I purr, trying to seductively bat my eyes, hoping I don’t look a fool; if the way he bites his spit-soaked lip is any indication, I don’t. I feel another set of hands slide up my back and lightly begin to massage my shoulders, which a quick flick of my head reveals to be Jungkook, a flirty smile on his face and mischief in his eyes.
“Room for a little one?” His right hand slides up, lightly gripping my neck in a slight scruff, the left rubbing circles on my shoulder. He stands completely straight, looming behind me as I try to come up with a quip.
“Oh, Alpha…” I trail off, “We all know you’re not little.”
The two alphas wear matching smirks and playful twinkles in their eyes, drinking me in. Goosebumps erupt on my arms; a slight twinge of fear runs up my back as the two brooding alphas stare me down and my heartbeat quickens.
Uh oh.
—
I shovel another forkful of rice into my mouth, my cheeks like that of a hamster’s as I chew and think. A lot of thoughts swim around in my head as I make the most of my only time alone in… two months? Gosh, it seems like longer. I sigh around another mouthful, thinking back to when it was just me and Jungkook in that little rundown apartment over the bakery with nothing but a drawer full of bills and a dream.
Soon enough, I‘ve finished with not a single grain left. The bottom of the bowl glints back at me, my reflection a bit wobbly while I stare into the porcelain, tuning out a little.
A hand sliding onto my shoulder brings me back to the land of the living, yet it doesn’t startle me. Instead, it seems to soothe my worried state and the constant tugging of my inner omega. I turn, running my eyes over the barely disguised worry on Hoseok’s face, the normal heart-shaped smile of his replaced with pursed lips. The expression tugs on my heartstrings a little while I hope the expression isn’t because of me, the worry gnawing at me. I don’t want to make one of my alphas upset, especially not him; he should always be smiling. I catch a bright flash of paint in my peripherals; there’s a massive yellow splatter on the arm of the black shirt he’s wearing.
“Hi Hoseokie.” The whisper falls from my lips, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.
“Afternoon, Y/N. Is everything… okay?” His eyes flicker to the empty bowl sat in front of me. I glance at it too, realising I practically licked it clean with an awkward giggle.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. How’s the painting going?” My arm lifts unconsciously, stroking across the dried yellow. I sort through my mind, trying to remember where the neon yellow would have been used in the decorating plans.
“It’s… going.” A laugh breaks from his chest, filling the room with that bit of sunshine he always seems to bring along. “I think we’re wearing it more than painting with it.”
“We?” I laugh with him, now beginning to notice the haphazard splashes all across his arms and chest, in both the neon yellow and a pale blue colour.
“Jimin and I.” I nod at the clarification, smiling a smidge wider at the name of my fellow omega. I run my hand along a particularly large splotch of the yellow paint on his upper arm, inconspicuously feeling the muscle underneath.
“What’s the yellow for? I don’t remember that in the plans.” Hoseok averts his eyes from mine at the question, dusting the non-existent dirt from the table and staring at the stain Yoongi’s coffee cup had left a few days prior.
“Hoseokie?”
Still no answer.
“Alpha?”
His head rises at his sub-gender, licking his lips nervously. My hand plants firmly on his forearm, squeezing lightly in what I hope comes across as a comforting manoeuvre, my inner omega starting to become restless at one of our alphas keeping a secret from us.
“Taehyung’s painting ducks on the wall in the nursery.” Jimin slides into the room, bear-hugging me with my back against his chest. He then burrows his head down, tucking it into my neck.
“The nursery? Why?” I say, flicking my eyes between the two.
“Why not?” Jimin answers, softly kissing the side of my neck. I gasp slightly in response to the kiss, gnawing gently on my bottom lip to quell any more sounds.
“How about because none of you are pupped?” Hoseok answers, laughing loudly. I snort in reply, shrugging with a nod and a squeeze to his bicep.
“Do you want to change that?” Jimin purrs from my neck, then lifts his head to lock eyes with a suddenly shocked Hoseok. I bite back a laugh, pinching his hand lightly as a sort of punishment for teasing.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Omega.” Hoseok snaps out of it, warning him. I keep my lip pulled between my teeth, liking the sudden mood change.
“Don’t I?” Jimin replies cockily.
“You don’t.” I mutter under my breath, hoping the two don’t have sex in the kitchen - I don’t think that Seokjin or Yoongi would appreciate it, especially this close to when we would all start preparing dinner. I feel Jimin pinch at my side, a low hiss falling from my lips.
“Do you think I can’t handle him?” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath making goosebumps appear all over my neck and a shiver go down my spine.
“Oh, Jiminie. I know you can,” I purr, turning to bat my eyes at him, “But could you handle the wrath of Jin and Yoongi if they found you two fucking in the kitchen?”
“No, he couldn’t.” Jin appears in the doorway; a high-pitched laugh falls from his chest as he takes in our trio. I wave my hand in a small hello, curling my fingers while Jimin splutters. “Besides, you know better, don’t you, Hobi?”
I sit back and observe the interaction, noticing how my fellow omega seems to be holding the strings here, taunting the alpha. I watch Hoseok’s shoulders rise and fall, sucking in a deep breath while his leg bounces anxiously.
“Don’t fuck where food is prepared.” Hoseok rattles off, like he’s reciting some sort of actual rule. I choke on a laugh that threatens to slip out of my throat, Jimin’s hand gently slapping on my back as my lungs try to return back to normal. I manage to breathe normally after a few seconds, holding my chest.
I lift my head, locking eyes with the eldest omega, yet something seems… off.
His pupils seem bigger than normal; the brown is nearly completely gone as the black takes over. I take it upon myself to look at him head to toe while the three of them banter, noticing more small things that don’t seem right.
Jin’s broad shoulders are always impressive, yet it seems they fill out the door more than they normally do. His cheeks are a little chubby too: his plump lips glossed with spit and swollen (assumingly from a heated kissing session), his inability to keep his hands still. In fact, it seems like Seokjin is vibrating slightly, his frame just slightly moving but not enough to notice unless you’re staring at him like I am currently. I discreetly give the air a sniff, sorting through the scents.
Hoseok’s spicy pepper and bitter citrus fruit combination? Mouth-watering and normal.
Jimin’s delicious whipped cream base with a hint of spice entwined with peaches? Normal and delicious.
My own scent? Completely fine.
Seokjin’s salty ocean air with that sweet hint of coconut? Amazing as usual, but a little overpowering. The blanket of coconut lays over the other scents in the room; my mind spinning as the omega’s scent hooks into my nose, every thought spilling out of my brain as it begins to take over.
That sweet, sweet coconut…
Suddenly, the answer hits me like a truck hitting a deer in the middle of the night.
Preheat.
He’s in preheat.
——
Knock.
Knock.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in!”
“Uh, sorry to disturb…” I whisper, peeking my head around the door and into the bathroom where Namjoon is currently residing. He’s sat cross-legged on the tiled floor, screwing some wood together. His thick hand taps the space on the floor next to him, beckoning me forward. I sit where prompted.
“How are you? Okay?” His soothing, deep voice bounced off the tile, creating a sort of echoing effect. My fingers start to twirl around themselves, my mouth opening and closing like a fish while my brain catches up to my body.
“I’m good. Better than good. This isn’t about me, well, not completely about me. Well, it is still sort of about me, and you! Well? Everybody actually-” I ramble, my mouth seemingly working on its own while my brain just stands in the corner, watching and shaking its head at my stupidity. The apex alpha plops his muscly hand down on my thigh, effectively silencing me, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.
“Breathe, Y/N. Tell Alpha what’s the matter.”
I can only bring myself to blink in reply, letting his words rattle around in my head before finally my voice box begins to work again.
“It’s Jin.” Namjoon’s gaze is locked on mine. He doesn’t blink; his hand has even stopped moving, the screwdriver now just posed in his hand. A beat passes.
“What’s up with Jin?” He treads carefully. He’s treating me like I’m made of glass, careful not to shake too much, or I’d break into a million pieces and start ranting and raving again.
“Jinnie’s in preheat. I think, anyway. He stinks. No, not stinks! Not stinks! His coconut is just really strong.” I manage to break into a million pieces regardless, spewing out the emotional vomit all over.
“His… coconut?”
“Yeah. His coconut.” I grin, hoping he understands me now.
“His coconut.” Namjoon repeats, looking at me like I’m a lunatic. My grin drops; he thinks I’m crazy.
“Yeah. Jin’s scent - he’s mostly ocean air, but then he has that twang of coconut. He’s like one of those tropical holiday cocktails.”
“Preheat?”
“Yeah, at least I think so.” Uncertainty slips into my tone, my hands going back to wringing and twisting. He drops one of his hands atop my own, squeezing gently.
“I’ll talk to Hoseok or Taehyung first, they’ll know a little more about Jin’s scent than me, okay? But if you, one of our omegas, say it’s preheat, then it’s preheat.” The hand that was once covering my own moves, lifting to gently cup my chin and tilt it back so I’m forced to meet his gaze once again.
“What do you mean?” I can barely hear the question falling from my lips, yet a sparkle of recognition in his eyes lets me know he did.
“Omegas always know best.” His deep timbre makes my spine tingle, goosebumps erupting all over my body.
I lean closer, as does he.
His hand drops from my chin, landing on my lower thigh and gently squeezing.
Closer.
His warm breath tickles my lips, my body tingling again.
Closer.
My eyelids drop closed, my inner omega letting him take the lead and give us what we really want. I feel his breath again, his hand squeezing again, his nose brushing against mine.
“Yeah. We do.” I whisper before slowly pulling back, trying desperately to hide my grin.
“I better go talk to them, then.” He whispers back, like it’s some sort of secret.
“Yeah. You better.”
——
Namjoon never gets the chance to confer with Hoseok or Taehyung, because it’s not even twenty minutes later when Seokjin makes the discovery for himself.
Every member of the pack comes screeching into the collective bedroom, some tumbling and slipping over while others sit there gawping.
We’re all gathered in the doorway, peering in on Seokjin laid out on the bed, groaning loudly. My heart aches at the sight of my fellow omega in pain; each whimper digging the knife into my heart deeper.
“Jin? What’s going on?” Yoongi is the first to step towards the bed, laying a soft hand on the eldest omega’s forehead, checking his temperature. Silently, I watch on as a wince overcomes the eldest alpha’s face; the panic slowly rising inside of me.
I tune out when Namjoon joins Yoongi, focusing all of my attention on the patterned bedspread and making sure the panic inside doesn’t start to spill out.
“We need to move him to the nest.” Jimin whispers into my ear, bringing me into the present conversation. I turn my head, blinking at him a little as his words digest in my head before nodding, letting him go ahead of me. We crawl onto the bed, sitting beside the eldest omega as we try to figure out the logistics.
“Hi, Jinnie.” I whisper, gently stroking his left arm. He whines lowly in response, tangling his fingers with mine and squeezing. “Minnie and I are gonna get you in the nest, okay? We’ll get you nice and comfy.”
“Our lovely nest.” Jimin chimes in, taking his other hand. A small smile makes its way onto my face watching the two, seeing how in love they are.
“Nest.” Seokjin repeats, pouting slightly.
I lean forward, catching his plump lips in what was meant to be a sweet kiss (completely forgetting about his heat-raddled brain) only to be dragged into something full of passion and tongue. His hands are suddenly wrapped around me, pulling me on top of him and close to his chest while his lips slide against mine, spit spilling out of the corner of my mouth. Our teeth clash, his tongue battling against mine and sucking lightly. A whimper ripples through me but is quickly pulled into his mouth, his hands travelling lower and squeezing my hips, pushing my hips to grind against him.
He moans into my mouth; his hips bounce against my own hard, so hard I can feel the thickness of his cock even through the layers of clothes we wear.
A hand wrapped around the back of my neck yanks me off of him, a small growl filling the room as we’re forced apart. My head snaps to the side, desperate to see who dared to pull me and my Jin apart-
“Don’t growl at me, Omega.” Yoongi’s thick drawl levels me, submission filling every ounce of my body as the aggressiveness leaks out. If my underwear wasn’t soaked from kissing Jin only moments prior, it would be now. A high-pitched keen leaves my lips; desperate for the alpha’s forgiveness and to be reunited with my omega once more. He glares down at me, hand still tightly scruffing the back of my neck, the corner of his lip pulled up into a sneer - gosh, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Alpha.” I whimper, gnawing on my lip. The scruff gets slightly tighter, a broken moan falling from my lips as he sneers at me.
“Are you going to be good?” Yoongi’s voice drops to a purr, his gaze piercing mine and keeping every ounce of my attention on him. I feel myself nodding, my eyelids slowly shutting as the scruff loosens ever so slightly and his scent fills my nostrils. The enticing base of paprika and leather with that sexy hook of cinnamon wraps around me, my body getting heavier when it swirls and mixes in the air with Jin’s arousal.
My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, drool practically spilling out of the corners as I feel my inner omega bare her stomach and whine. My pack smells so delicious…
——
THREE DAYS LATER
My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, sweat is coating my entire body, and my legs are shaking. I flop onto my back, staring at the ceiling while the passion continues around me. My hand distractedly runs up and down the sheets, desperately hoping the softness will bring me back to this planet and chill whatever emotions are running high inside me. I shift my head slightly, groaning as an ache shoots through it.
“That’s all three omegas out for the count.” I hear from one of the corners of the nest, along with a barrage of laughter.
“Am I dead?” Jimin’s voice smoothly runs over me like honey, tiredness clear in his tone along with exhaustion.
“I don’t think you can die from too many orgasms.” I manage to grit out, throwing my hand out and landing on his stomach with an ‘oof!’
“I think I have.” His stomach ripples with a giggle.
“Rest in peace, Y/N and Min. You will be missed.” Taehyung’s voice breaks through our tired giggles, along with assumingly his hands rubbing soft circles on our legs.
“Their messiness won’t.” Jin’s voice whines through, my arm extending out to smack whatever body part of his I can reach, to which he replies with an ‘ouch!’ Jimin must do something similar because another pained noise fills the room, then another smacking sound.
“Omegas!” Joon commands without any bite, sounding more like a tired parent than a meanie apex alpha.
“Yes, Alpha?” We all tiredly whine.
“Shut up.” Yoongi answers for him, my leg extending out to try and kick him, to which he just grabs my leg and gently smacks it.
“Why’s everybody hitting me today?” I whine, throwing all of my limbs out in retaliation, to which my sore body practically screams in reply. “Omegas are meant to be pampered, not smacked.”
“You didn’t seem to mind being smacked ten minutes ago, honey.” Hoseok’s sweet voice drifts through. I don’t really pay attention to his words, just his sweet tone, until about five minutes later, when they finally sink in. A kick to the thigh soon shuts him up.
I lift my head up, examining the puppy pile we’ve got ourselves into.
It’s our eldest omega Jin in the centre, receiving all the comfort after a horrible heat.
Jimin’s tucked into his left side and wrapped up in my arms, then there’s Yoongi behind me. His legs are thrown across mine, presumably to stop me concocting another kick attack, while Hoseok’s head and upper torso are firmly planted on Jimin’s lower half, his hand in mine.
On Jin’s right side is Taehyung, the alpha propped up on one arm as the gremlin stares us all down. Behind him (and mostly on top of him) is the youngest alpha, Jungkook, an arm thrown around his elder’s torso and a leg kicked across Jin’s bottom half.
Behind Jungkook and closest to the outside of the nest is our apex, Namjoon. He’s mostly sat up, watching over us all and shaking his head at the bickering.
“I think there’s slick in my hair.” Jungkook comments, running his hand through the black tresses.
“Whose?” Jimin yawns. Every member of the pack with their eyes closed slowly opens their eyes; those with their eyes open turn all their attention to stare right at him. He gulps before his face slowly starts to turn pink, wiggling nervously.
“Hey, hey,” Jungkook pacifies, “I never said I didn’t like it.”
“You guys are weird.” Yoongi mumbles, yawning and rolling to lay over me a bit more.
“Says the alpha who told me to suffocate him with my thighs.” I coo, softly pecking his cheek. I pray that my tone saves me a little bit of time before he realises-
He smacks his hand over my mouth, humming at the silence.
“Goodnight, pack.” Namjoon says after a few minutes of comfortable quiet.
“Goodnight.” We all reply our variations, some interrupted by yawns and others interrupted by giggling and smacking.
A/N: a lil spicy. just a tad. lots of makeout sessions, quite a few curse words.
Word count: 4k
“Is it weird that I’m like… kind of attracted to this right now?” Jungkook’s voice smoothly comes from my left, sounding a little confused.
“Which part?” Taehyung voiced from my right, boredom clear in his voice. My head constantly turns between the two like a game of tennis, desperately trying to figure out exactly what the two alphas are talking about.
“Just… this.” Jungkook waves his hands around. I try to move and stare where his eyes are fixed, but there doesn’t seem to be anything but the couch. I swivel my head to look at Taehyung to see if he’s just as confused as I am, but I’m still left without answers.
“Nope, completely normal.” Taehyung waves his hand passively.
“Uh, alphas?” I squeak, the two averting their eyes to me. “What are you two talking about?”
Silence encompassed the room, the tension thick. My thoughts start to race, desperate to know what I’m missing out on and why the tension is so thick all of a sudden! I glance between the two, still with no answer, and swallow nervously before deep chuckles begin to bubble out of Taehyung’s chest. Now with even more confusion in my brain, I look to the youngest alpha, only to find he’s in a similar fate. Laughs and chuckles fill the room; meanwhile, I feel like the butt of whatever joke the two had concocted!
I huff loudly, crossing my arms and so incredibly close to throwing a pup-like tantrum…
“He’s talking about this, omega.” Taehyung interrupts my thoughts, only to leave me with more.
“Talking about what?” I ask, desperate for him to clarify. He snorts, laying a big palm onto my thigh.
“This. The fact that he’s sharing what used to be his sole omega with six people he barely knows. He’s talking about how you’re snuggled between the two of us, how we all got pushed together because of some algorithm and yet it weirdly works…” He lowers his voice, running a finger down my cheek as my breath gets caught in my chest. I can’t take my eyes off of him; from his unique eyelids to his thick thighs, his black curls framing his face so well. “Oh.” Is all I can manage to reply with, my thoughts racing while I feel my cheeks warm. I feel myself zone in on his scent, letting it wrap around me while my inner omega pterodactyl screeches into the void; meanwhile, my body moves unconsciously closer.
“Oh? Is that all you can think to say, Y/N?” My name comes out in a deep rumble from his chest, the hand on my thigh slowly moving up and down as he tries his best to distract me. All of the liquid in my body gathers in my mouth, drool practically leaking from the corners of my lips as his drawl lures me in. He’s the siren out at sea, and I’m just a simple pirate, dehydrated and lonely for company. Nearly every word in the dictionary has been sucked out of my brain, leaving only his name and designation: Taehyung, Alpha. Alpha, Taehyung.
“Alpha.” I manage to whimper out, his hand squeezing my thigh like a vice. He leans closer, so close I can feel his warm breath hitting my trembling lips. My eyelids grow heavy as his pupils lock with mine; my omega instincts are no match for his alpha prowess. I can feel myself breathing slightly heavier, waiting for him to get rid of this space between us.
The beat of my heart thunders in my ears while seconds pass, then minutes. It feels like hours before his plump lips are millimetres from mine, my inner omega riled to the max. I lean forward, finally cutting off the space and feeling his lips against mine. My eyes squeeze shut as I let my heart take over, my arms wrapping firmly around his neck when he yanks me into his lap. The muscles of his thighs press into my ass, my legs squeezing tight around his waist as his arms settle around mine.
My kisses with the other pack members have been fairytale-like and innocent, with fireworks exploding in the background and lips brushing with simplicity. This kiss with Taehyung is full of passion, his tongue roughly running against the seam of my lips to grant him entrance, hands squeezing at my hips when I dare to hesitate, his toned body pressed impossibly close to mine. My head swims as the kiss gets messier, our teeth clashing as his tongue wraps firmly in mine. I feel myself try to move closer, wrapping my legs around him tighter, squeezing him so tight it’s like I want us to form into one gelatinous blob. His hands warm my waist, slowly rubbing circles and inching downward. I gasp, splitting us apart when I feel a harsh pinch on one of my asscheeks, staring at him. Taehyung stares back, his gaze unrelenting when he squeezes my ass again, one corner of his mouth upticked in a smirk. I find myself entranced with his lips, all swollen and covered in our mutual spit, the smirk so… seductive. I open my mouth to speak before quickly closing it, just letting my eyes flick from his saccharine lips to his captivating eyes repeatedly.
“Are you two done?” Jungkook’s voice silkily breaks through my trance, but I don’t dare look away from the alpha in front of me.
“Silly Jungkook. We haven’t even started.” The chuckle leaves Taehyung’s chest, his hand cheekily squeezing my ass again.
“Is that a promise?” I purr, trying to seductively bat my eyes, hoping I don’t look a fool; if the way he bites his spit-soaked lip is any indication, I don’t. I feel another set of hands slide up my back and lightly begin to massage my shoulders, which a quick flick of my head reveals to be Jungkook, a flirty smile on his face and mischief in his eyes.
“Room for a little one?” His right hand slides up, lightly gripping my neck in a slight scruff, the left rubbing circles on my shoulder. He stands completely straight, looming behind me as I try to come up with a quip.
“Oh, Alpha…” I trail off, “We all know you’re not little.”
The two alphas wear matching smirks and playful twinkles in their eyes, drinking me in. Goosebumps erupt on my arms; a slight twinge of fear runs up my back as the two brooding alphas stare me down and my heartbeat quickens.
Uh oh.
—
I shovel another forkful of rice into my mouth, my cheeks like that of a hamster’s as I chew and think. A lot of thoughts swim around in my head as I make the most of my only time alone in… two months? Gosh, it seems like longer. I sigh around another mouthful, thinking back to when it was just me and Jungkook in that little rundown apartment over the bakery with nothing but a drawer full of bills and a dream.
Soon enough, I‘ve finished with not a single grain left. The bottom of the bowl glints back at me, my reflection a bit wobbly while I stare into the porcelain, tuning out a little.
A hand sliding onto my shoulder brings me back to the land of the living, yet it doesn’t startle me. Instead, it seems to soothe my worried state and the constant tugging of my inner omega. I turn, running my eyes over the barely disguised worry on Hoseok’s face, the normal heart-shaped smile of his replaced with pursed lips. The expression tugs on my heartstrings a little while I hope the expression isn’t because of me, the worry gnawing at me. I don’t want to make one of my alphas upset, especially not him; he should always be smiling. I catch a bright flash of paint in my peripherals; there’s a massive yellow splatter on the arm of the black shirt he’s wearing.
“Hi Hoseokie.” The whisper falls from my lips, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.
“Afternoon, Y/N. Is everything… okay?” His eyes flicker to the empty bowl sat in front of me. I glance at it too, realising I practically licked it clean with an awkward giggle.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. How’s the painting going?” My arm lifts unconsciously, stroking across the dried yellow. I sort through my mind, trying to remember where the neon yellow would have been used in the decorating plans.
“It’s… going.” A laugh breaks from his chest, filling the room with that bit of sunshine he always seems to bring along. “I think we’re wearing it more than painting with it.”
“We?” I laugh with him, now beginning to notice the haphazard splashes all across his arms and chest, in both the neon yellow and a pale blue colour.
“Jimin and I.” I nod at the clarification, smiling a smidge wider at the name of my fellow omega. I run my hand along a particularly large splotch of the yellow paint on his upper arm, inconspicuously feeling the muscle underneath.
“What’s the yellow for? I don’t remember that in the plans.” Hoseok averts his eyes from mine at the question, dusting the non-existent dirt from the table and staring at the stain Yoongi’s coffee cup had left a few days prior.
“Hoseokie?”
Still no answer.
“Alpha?”
His head rises at his sub-gender, licking his lips nervously. My hand plants firmly on his forearm, squeezing lightly in what I hope comes across as a comforting manoeuvre, my inner omega starting to become restless at one of our alphas keeping a secret from us.
“Taehyung’s painting ducks on the wall in the nursery.” Jimin slides into the room, bear-hugging me with my back against his chest. He then burrows his head down, tucking it into my neck.
“The nursery? Why?” I say, flicking my eyes between the two.
“Why not?” Jimin answers, softly kissing the side of my neck. I gasp slightly in response to the kiss, gnawing gently on my bottom lip to quell any more sounds.
“How about because none of you are pupped?” Hoseok answers, laughing loudly. I snort in reply, shrugging with a nod and a squeeze to his bicep.
“Do you want to change that?” Jimin purrs from my neck, then lifts his head to lock eyes with a suddenly shocked Hoseok. I bite back a laugh, pinching his hand lightly as a sort of punishment for teasing.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Omega.” Hoseok snaps out of it, warning him. I keep my lip pulled between my teeth, liking the sudden mood change.
“Don’t I?” Jimin replies cockily.
“You don’t.” I mutter under my breath, hoping the two don’t have sex in the kitchen - I don’t think that Seokjin or Yoongi would appreciate it, especially this close to when we would all start preparing dinner. I feel Jimin pinch at my side, a low hiss falling from my lips.
“Do you think I can’t handle him?” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath making goosebumps appear all over my neck and a shiver go down my spine.
“Oh, Jiminie. I know you can,” I purr, turning to bat my eyes at him, “But could you handle the wrath of Jin and Yoongi if they found you two fucking in the kitchen?”
“No, he couldn’t.” Jin appears in the doorway; a high-pitched laugh falls from his chest as he takes in our trio. I wave my hand in a small hello, curling my fingers while Jimin splutters. “Besides, you know better, don’t you, Hobi?”
I sit back and observe the interaction, noticing how my fellow omega seems to be holding the strings here, taunting the alpha. I watch Hoseok’s shoulders rise and fall, sucking in a deep breath while his leg bounces anxiously.
“Don’t fuck where food is prepared.” Hoseok rattles off, like he’s reciting some sort of actual rule. I choke on a laugh that threatens to slip out of my throat, Jimin’s hand gently slapping on my back as my lungs try to return back to normal. I manage to breathe normally after a few seconds, holding my chest.
I lift my head, locking eyes with the eldest omega, yet something seems… off.
His pupils seem bigger than normal; the brown is nearly completely gone as the black takes over. I take it upon myself to look at him head to toe while the three of them banter, noticing more small things that don’t seem right.
Jin’s broad shoulders are always impressive, yet it seems they fill out the door more than they normally do. His cheeks are a little chubby too: his plump lips glossed with spit and swollen (assumingly from a heated kissing session), his inability to keep his hands still. In fact, it seems like Seokjin is vibrating slightly, his frame just slightly moving but not enough to notice unless you’re staring at him like I am currently. I discreetly give the air a sniff, sorting through the scents.
Hoseok’s spicy pepper and bitter citrus fruit combination? Mouth-watering and normal.
Jimin’s delicious whipped cream base with a hint of spice entwined with peaches? Normal and delicious.
My own scent? Completely fine.
Seokjin’s salty ocean air with that sweet hint of coconut? Amazing as usual, but a little overpowering. The blanket of coconut lays over the other scents in the room; my mind spinning as the omega’s scent hooks into my nose, every thought spilling out of my brain as it begins to take over.
That sweet, sweet coconut…
Suddenly, the answer hits me like a truck hitting a deer in the middle of the night.
Preheat.
He’s in preheat.
——
Knock.
Knock.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in!”
“Uh, sorry to disturb…” I whisper, peeking my head around the door and into the bathroom where Namjoon is currently residing. He’s sat cross-legged on the tiled floor, screwing some wood together. His thick hand taps the space on the floor next to him, beckoning me forward. I sit where prompted.
“How are you? Okay?” His soothing, deep voice bounced off the tile, creating a sort of echoing effect. My fingers start to twirl around themselves, my mouth opening and closing like a fish while my brain catches up to my body.
“I’m good. Better than good. This isn’t about me, well, not completely about me. Well, it is still sort of about me, and you! Well? Everybody actually-” I ramble, my mouth seemingly working on its own while my brain just stands in the corner, watching and shaking its head at my stupidity. The apex alpha plops his muscly hand down on my thigh, effectively silencing me, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.
“Breathe, Y/N. Tell Alpha what’s the matter.”
I can only bring myself to blink in reply, letting his words rattle around in my head before finally my voice box begins to work again.
“It’s Jin.” Namjoon’s gaze is locked on mine. He doesn’t blink; his hand has even stopped moving, the screwdriver now just posed in his hand. A beat passes.
“What’s up with Jin?” He treads carefully. He’s treating me like I’m made of glass, careful not to shake too much, or I’d break into a million pieces and start ranting and raving again.
“Jinnie’s in preheat. I think, anyway. He stinks. No, not stinks! Not stinks! His coconut is just really strong.” I manage to break into a million pieces regardless, spewing out the emotional vomit all over.
“His… coconut?”
“Yeah. His coconut.” I grin, hoping he understands me now.
“His coconut.” Namjoon repeats, looking at me like I’m a lunatic. My grin drops; he thinks I’m crazy.
“Yeah. Jin’s scent - he’s mostly ocean air, but then he has that twang of coconut. He’s like one of those tropical holiday cocktails.”
“Preheat?”
“Yeah, at least I think so.” Uncertainty slips into my tone, my hands going back to wringing and twisting. He drops one of his hands atop my own, squeezing gently.
“I’ll talk to Hoseok or Taehyung first, they’ll know a little more about Jin’s scent than me, okay? But if you, one of our omegas, say it’s preheat, then it’s preheat.” The hand that was once covering my own moves, lifting to gently cup my chin and tilt it back so I’m forced to meet his gaze once again.
“What do you mean?” I can barely hear the question falling from my lips, yet a sparkle of recognition in his eyes lets me know he did.
“Omegas always know best.” His deep timbre makes my spine tingle, goosebumps erupting all over my body.
I lean closer, as does he.
His hand drops from my chin, landing on my lower thigh and gently squeezing.
Closer.
His warm breath tickles my lips, my body tingling again.
Closer.
My eyelids drop closed, my inner omega letting him take the lead and give us what we really want. I feel his breath again, his hand squeezing again, his nose brushing against mine.
“Yeah. We do.” I whisper before slowly pulling back, trying desperately to hide my grin.
“I better go talk to them, then.” He whispers back, like it’s some sort of secret.
“Yeah. You better.”
——
Namjoon never gets the chance to confer with Hoseok or Taehyung, because it’s not even twenty minutes later when Seokjin makes the discovery for himself.
Every member of the pack comes screeching into the collective bedroom, some tumbling and slipping over while others sit there gawping.
We’re all gathered in the doorway, peering in on Seokjin laid out on the bed, groaning loudly. My heart aches at the sight of my fellow omega in pain; each whimper digging the knife into my heart deeper.
“Jin? What’s going on?” Yoongi is the first to step towards the bed, laying a soft hand on the eldest omega’s forehead, checking his temperature. Silently, I watch on as a wince overcomes the eldest alpha’s face; the panic slowly rising inside of me.
I tune out when Namjoon joins Yoongi, focusing all of my attention on the patterned bedspread and making sure the panic inside doesn’t start to spill out.
“We need to move him to the nest.” Jimin whispers into my ear, bringing me into the present conversation. I turn my head, blinking at him a little as his words digest in my head before nodding, letting him go ahead of me. We crawl onto the bed, sitting beside the eldest omega as we try to figure out the logistics.
“Hi, Jinnie.” I whisper, gently stroking his left arm. He whines lowly in response, tangling his fingers with mine and squeezing. “Minnie and I are gonna get you in the nest, okay? We’ll get you nice and comfy.”
“Our lovely nest.” Jimin chimes in, taking his other hand. A small smile makes its way onto my face watching the two, seeing how in love they are.
“Nest.” Seokjin repeats, pouting slightly.
I lean forward, catching his plump lips in what was meant to be a sweet kiss (completely forgetting about his heat-raddled brain) only to be dragged into something full of passion and tongue. His hands are suddenly wrapped around me, pulling me on top of him and close to his chest while his lips slide against mine, spit spilling out of the corner of my mouth. Our teeth clash, his tongue battling against mine and sucking lightly. A whimper ripples through me but is quickly pulled into his mouth, his hands travelling lower and squeezing my hips, pushing my hips to grind against him.
He moans into my mouth; his hips bounce against my own hard, so hard I can feel the thickness of his cock even through the layers of clothes we wear.
A hand wrapped around the back of my neck yanks me off of him, a small growl filling the room as we’re forced apart. My head snaps to the side, desperate to see who dared to pull me and my Jin apart-
“Don’t growl at me, Omega.” Yoongi’s thick drawl levels me, submission filling every ounce of my body as the aggressiveness leaks out. If my underwear wasn’t soaked from kissing Jin only moments prior, it would be now. A high-pitched keen leaves my lips; desperate for the alpha’s forgiveness and to be reunited with my omega once more. He glares down at me, hand still tightly scruffing the back of my neck, the corner of his lip pulled up into a sneer - gosh, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Alpha.” I whimper, gnawing on my lip. The scruff gets slightly tighter, a broken moan falling from my lips as he sneers at me.
“Are you going to be good?” Yoongi’s voice drops to a purr, his gaze piercing mine and keeping every ounce of my attention on him. I feel myself nodding, my eyelids slowly shutting as the scruff loosens ever so slightly and his scent fills my nostrils. The enticing base of paprika and leather with that sexy hook of cinnamon wraps around me, my body getting heavier when it swirls and mixes in the air with Jin’s arousal.
My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, drool practically spilling out of the corners as I feel my inner omega bare her stomach and whine. My pack smells so delicious…
——
THREE DAYS LATER
My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, sweat is coating my entire body, and my legs are shaking. I flop onto my back, staring at the ceiling while the passion continues around me. My hand distractedly runs up and down the sheets, desperately hoping the softness will bring me back to this planet and chill whatever emotions are running high inside me. I shift my head slightly, groaning as an ache shoots through it.
“That’s all three omegas out for the count.” I hear from one of the corners of the nest, along with a barrage of laughter.
“Am I dead?” Jimin’s voice smoothly runs over me like honey, tiredness clear in his tone along with exhaustion.
“I don’t think you can die from too many orgasms.” I manage to grit out, throwing my hand out and landing on his stomach with an ‘oof!’
“I think I have.” His stomach ripples with a giggle.
“Rest in peace, Y/N and Min. You will be missed.” Taehyung’s voice breaks through our tired giggles, along with assumingly his hands rubbing soft circles on our legs.
“Their messiness won’t.” Jin’s voice whines through, my arm extending out to smack whatever body part of his I can reach, to which he replies with an ‘ouch!’ Jimin must do something similar because another pained noise fills the room, then another smacking sound.
“Omegas!” Joon commands without any bite, sounding more like a tired parent than a meanie apex alpha.
“Yes, Alpha?” We all tiredly whine.
“Shut up.” Yoongi answers for him, my leg extending out to try and kick him, to which he just grabs my leg and gently smacks it.
“Why’s everybody hitting me today?” I whine, throwing all of my limbs out in retaliation, to which my sore body practically screams in reply. “Omegas are meant to be pampered, not smacked.”
“You didn’t seem to mind being smacked ten minutes ago, honey.” Hoseok’s sweet voice drifts through. I don’t really pay attention to his words, just his sweet tone, until about five minutes later, when they finally sink in. A kick to the thigh soon shuts him up.
I lift my head up, examining the puppy pile we’ve got ourselves into.
It’s our eldest omega Jin in the centre, receiving all the comfort after a horrible heat.
Jimin’s tucked into his left side and wrapped up in my arms, then there’s Yoongi behind me. His legs are thrown across mine, presumably to stop me concocting another kick attack, while Hoseok’s head and upper torso are firmly planted on Jimin’s lower half, his hand in mine.
On Jin’s right side is Taehyung, the alpha propped up on one arm as the gremlin stares us all down. Behind him (and mostly on top of him) is the youngest alpha, Jungkook, an arm thrown around his elder’s torso and a leg kicked across Jin’s bottom half.
Behind Jungkook and closest to the outside of the nest is our apex, Namjoon. He’s mostly sat up, watching over us all and shaking his head at the bickering.
“I think there’s slick in my hair.” Jungkook comments, running his hand through the black tresses.
“Whose?” Jimin yawns. Every member of the pack with their eyes closed slowly opens their eyes; those with their eyes open turn all their attention to stare right at him. He gulps before his face slowly starts to turn pink, wiggling nervously.
“Hey, hey,” Jungkook pacifies, “I never said I didn’t like it.”
“You guys are weird.” Yoongi mumbles, yawning and rolling to lay over me a bit more.
“Says the alpha who told me to suffocate him with my thighs.” I coo, softly pecking his cheek. I pray that my tone saves me a little bit of time before he realises-
He smacks his hand over my mouth, humming at the silence.
“Goodnight, pack.” Namjoon says after a few minutes of comfortable quiet.
“Goodnight.” We all reply our variations, some interrupted by yawns and others interrupted by giggling and smacking.
A/N: i will finish this fic, even if it kills me (quite literally.)
Word Count: 3k
The omegas in this house are so pretty. The alphas in this house are pretty too. Truly, one-hundred percent drop-dead gorgeous: every single one of them.
My favourite past-time as of late is just staring at them: their faces, their bodies. Just scrutinising them from head to toe in an attempt to find anything that'll take them off the pedestals in my mind and stop my inner omega from wanting to lay with my belly up twenty-four-seven. I thought the hierarchy was all figured out, yet here I am plummeting myself down to the bottom just for a chance to cuddle with my fellow omegas or to spend more than five minutes alone with any of the alphas.
I feel like a newly-presented teenager with the way I gasp and blush at every peek of skin, the way I squeal and kick my feet in the air when I hear even the slightest purr or growl reverberating through this cabin, the way my omega is constantly baring it's neck so much I'm starting to feel a crick developing.
All seven of these men enjoy being clothed to the bare minimum and they simply don't care about the near-misses of cardiac arrests they've been putting me through on the daily.
The worst culprit? Hoseok. The alpha hates wearing clothes more than he hates snakes: a funny factoid we only became aware of after watching a film about snakes on an airplane, which is when he spent the whole time cringing and shivering at the screen until we switched it to some classic rom-com. No matter where you are in the house he's there, happily shirtless with a pair of shorts hung low on his hips, boxer brand visible to everyone in a five-mile radius who dares to chance a peek!
There he is now, minus the elastic of his boxers showing and his chest splashed haphazardly with light blue paint. Him and Taehyung are painting all of the rooms in the cottage, starting with the living room space, the bathroom and spare basement room to get them done and out of the way. The living room is the reason for the light blue paint everywhere, spread over Hoseok's pectorals and Taehyung's face, whilst the 'eggshell white' and 'pearl river' are set aside for the other two rooms.
Yoongi and Namjoon had decided that the spare basement room should be converted into a laundry room, tasking themselves with soundproofing the walls and figuring out the piping and lighting situations before smashing holes in the wall crazily.
Jimin and Jungkook had teamed up to furnish the two spare bedrooms, one of which Jimin had declared as the room for any future pups, the dimensions and lighting apparently being perfect for raising any future infants and keeping them safe. Every single alpha went bright red, stuttering and spluttering until Seokjin's witch-cackling changed the subject to everybody's weird quirks they had.
While the alphas shed their spit everywhere, I daydreamed about a little baby with Jimin's crescent moon eyes, Hoseok's heart-shaped smile, Taehyung's head of curls, every beautiful feature the seven men had superimposed onto the pup in my mind until the ache of my omega's heart (and womb) became too much. I spaced out again after my eyes focused on Jin's face, my inner omega cooing and pawing at the thought of a freshly-baked pup with every one of his features in my arms.
Jin and I had tasked ourselves with building things like shelves and tables so our home would finally be somewhat furnished, no need to sit on the floor and eat there anymore.
His broad back faces me, hunched over and screwing in the final leg of the table we'll finally be able to eat off. Mumbled curses leave his lips, grumbling when the screwdriver slips from his hands slightly. I slide up next to him, peeking over his massive shoulders to glance at the finished product.
"You okay, little one?" I hum nonchalantly in reply, running my nose along the side of his neck while Jin tries yet again to screw in the stubborn leg. Again, the screwdriver falls from his hands with a huge huff falling from his lips. I pick the screwdriver up, shuffling on my knees until my back is now to Jin's front, staring down at the table leg. "Go on, pretty, have a try." I squeal like a pig as he wraps his arms around my waist and YANKS me into his lap! I can barely keep my grip on the tool as I land unceremoniously between his legs!
"Will you help?" I turn my head slightly, pouting and fluttering my eyelashes as I play the character of the damsel in distress. I watch with bated breath as he leans slightly in, rubbing his nose against mine, eyes fluttering shut. "Jin..."
The man shushes me lightly, pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth before finally connecting his lips with mine. His plump lips drag against mine, and I find it hard to keep up. It’s a sweet kiss with only the most sincere passion. It’s a kiss that doesn’t expect anything else, a kiss that sweeps you off your feet but keeps your clothes still stuck to your sweaty skin.
We slowly depart, a string of spit dragging between us until it falls into my lap. I glance behind me, feeling his hands moving near my back; he’s still screwing in the table leg. I giggle at the sight, wrapping my arms around his chest like a baby sloth as I inhale his scent. It wraps around me, my eyelids becoming heavy. My mouth salivates at the pang of flavours but I keep my jaw wired shut so my impulsive thoughts don’t take over and start ravaging my mate’s neck.
——
It’s a sight to behold: all three of the omegas are practically salivating at a hint of skin. Yoongi is a sight to behold any day, but today? He looks delectable. All three pairs of eyes are glued to the way his wrists flick as he twists pipes together without a thought; the veins in his hands pulsate at the twist and pull. Our gaze collectively drifts to his mouth, the occasional swipe of his tongue against his bottom lip, covering it in spit and flashing us a hint of the alpha canines that reside within. We’re on the edges of our seats, thoughts filled with pure filth. Our knees tremble, ready to jump into the breeding position at a moment’s notice.
Our throats dry, the moisture gathering in our mouths and practically falling down our chins.
Our scents intertwine and mingle in the space: filling it with the heavy stench of omega arousal and slick.
Collectively, we set all empowerment of omega-kind back at least a thousand years as the three of our bodies tremble with our only thoughts being filth.
Jin sighs dreamily, eyes blurred. Jimin and I sigh in agreement, my own sounding more like a breathy moan.
My pupils flicker to my fellow omegas, my underwear becoming soaked as I truly take in the debauched looks on their faces. Jimin catches my gaze, sending a hungry look my way.
“Gosh.” I breathe.
“Thank you, sweet Moon Goddess.” Jin mutters under his breath.
“I’m just a hole.” Jimin moans lowly. His statement breaks the trance we were in, Seokjin and I quickly filling the room with laughter. Jimin joins in, the one quiet basement being filled with various howls of laughter and shrieks. Yoongi’s eyes flicker upwards, confusion clear in his eyes as he takes in the chaos unfolding in front of him.
Our trio shares another glance at Yoongi’s stare, our howls of laughter becoming louder and echoing off the laundry room walls.
Namjoon suddenly trots down the stairs, juggling a few boxes and stopping our cackling. We all stop and stare, jaws agape, as we take in… him. His arms are bare, a tight black singlet the only thing on his chest. Namjoon’s biceps bulge under the weight of the boxes of cleaning supplies, muscles rippling. The alpha also wears a pair of tight-fitting grey sweatpants, his whole anatomy highlighted.
Jimin chokes on his own spit, coughing and spluttering filling the room. I quickly pat him on the back, trying to help him get some oxygen into his lungs as Namjoon pauses, staring at us all confused. Jin resumes his cackling, this time at Jimin’s misfortune. There are now two omegas fighting for breath for totally different reasons; meanwhile, I’m speechless as my eyes drift from head to toe.
More footsteps thunder down the steps to the basement, and soon enough the rest of the pack is gathered, watching as the chaos unfolds.
“Hi.” I croak out to the four men on the stairs, my eyes still hyper-focused on a throbbing vein in one of Namjoon’s biceps. Jimin’s choking from my left comes to a stop, his little gasps for air still heard while Jin’s manic witch-cackling continues.
“Is everything okay, pup?” The apex alpha asks me, my heart literally skipping a beat! I sit a little straighter at the nickname, my inner omega preening. I nodded quickly, my head bouncing, “Yes, Alpha.”
I hear Jimin snicker from my left, to which I quickly elbow him in the ribs. He guffaws as a few chuckles fill the room, to which he complains. “Hey!”
“Don’t yell at my pup.” Jin grumbles, grabbing me by the waist and settling me onto his lap. “Is he being mean to you, bubs?”
I nod, pouting as I try to garner sympathy from the eldest omega and tuck my face into his neck.
“She shoved me!” Jimin argues, trying to tug me off Jin’s lap, to which I squeal loudly.
“No!”
The tugging and pretend-arguing go on for a while until he successfully manages to yank me off Jin’s lap, me falling onto the bare floor with an “ouch!”
I sit back up, sniffling as I rub my arm that had hit the hard floor. Calamity ensues in the room as Jimin gets scolded and things get moved as all seven men suddenly surround me.
My brows furrow as I see someone drop to their knees in front of me, the tears blocking my vision ever so slightly. A finger hooks under my chin, lifting it so our eyes meet.
Namjoon?
His thumb swipes under my eye, collecting the wetness that had gathered; I keep my eyes on him, extremely confused at the action.
I feel someone wrap their arms around me from the back and an unknown hand rub over the mark that I’m sure is already starting to bruise.
“C’mon, pretty,” The apex comforts, “You’re okay.”
“I’m really sorry, baby.” I hear Jimin from my other side, slightly turning my head to face him, his wet eyes and red nose pronounced. I coo, trying to shuffle closer to my fellow omega.
“Min! It’s okay.” I sniffle, trying to reach him, but the arms around me don’t let me move. My inner omega growls, needing to comfort my pack member and beginning to fight against the arms that hold me.
I wiggle and smack at the arms that hold me, baring my teeth and beginning to actually growl like some kind of rabid dog. My eyes hyperfocus on Jimin, needing him; needing to dry his tears and nest.
The moment I feel the arms release me, I shoot forward and bundle Jimin into my arms. I shove his face into my neck, one arm playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck while the other soothingly rubs his back. I croon at him like he’s a newborn pup, my inner omega only fully soothed once his sobs silence.
—
“Omega? Y/N?” My tunnel vision clears at the repeated calling of my name. I glance upward, eyes narrowing as my mind begins to slow its swimming. I feel everything coming back into focus, the cotton wool feeling in my mouth disappearing as my eyes lock with Jungkook’s. I attempt to move my mouth to speak, but it stays firmly shut, jaw locked.
“Hi, honey. Welcome back to the land of the living.” I avert my eyes to Hoseok as he speaks, feeling his hand on my knee.
“Can you let our Jiminie go, pup?” Another voice; this time, it’s Seokjin. I feel myself shaking my head no, holding the omega a little tighter in my arms as my gaze flickers downwards to Jimin’s calm face.
“Minnie okay?” I hear myself whisper to him. Jimin’s brown eyes meet mine, his plump lips drawn into a pout as he simply mutters back the affirmative. I loosen my grip just a little at the confirmation.
“That’s it, good pup.” Seokjin’s voice reaches my ears, my arms loosening a little more at the comforting words. I can feel the haze of my inner omega stepping back a little, my mind clearing a little more with every comforting word and touch. Namjoon’s scent fills my nose as his hand firmly cups the back of my neck, almost scruffing me, his voice a low timbre. I don’t recognise what exactly he’s saying, the words going in one ear and straight out of the other, but I do recognise that the apex alpha’s tone is soothing.
I can hear the pack talking around me, but I don’t take any of it in; my only thought is to keep Jimin safe in my arms. I look down at the omega in my arms, staring into his deep brown eyes; I desperately try to push my feelings through my gaze. Every bit of fear, every bit of comfort, every bit of love: all trying to be communicated through a simple bit of eye contact.
“I love you.” I watch as the words fall from his perfect, pouty lips, yet it takes a few minutes for them to truly sink into my brain. My inner omega finally steps away, letting go of the reins as his words sink in.
“Me?” I whimper lowly, trying to figure out if this was some kind of misguided trick. Jimin nods once, never once breaking our eye contact. I let his confession bounce around my head for a few seconds before my lips part, “I love you too.”
It seems like a decade passes before our lips slowly meet, his plump bottom lip sliding against mine as fireworks erupt. My grasp on him from before has somehow shifted: I’m now wrapped up in his arms as our lips embrace. I slide my hand upwards to cup his cheek, somehow pulling him closer. I feel his tongue slowly slide against my bottom lip in a request I can’t deny; I part my lips slightly, letting his tongue caress mine ever so sweetly.
A few throats clearing break us from our trance; we separate, our minds hazy and his taste still in my mouth. I turn my head slightly, meeting Jin’s eyes with warm cheeks.
I barely have time to blink before his lips are upon mine, licking desperately into my mouth to taste the sweet saccharine mix of me and Jimin. I feel my arms wrap around the back of his neck, kissing him back just as harshly, while his hands make their way up my shirt. His warm hands slide up my sides, pausing as they get to the underside of my breasts. I feel myself slowly get pulled away, Jin and I separating with a ‘pop.’ I turn to look behind me, seeing Taehyung grinning widely, “Room for six more?”
—
“And then that’s when I told Yoongi-hyung that I’d do it!” Jungkook rambles, continuing his sit-ups. I hold down his feet, nodding as he speaks rapidly.
“Why couldn’t he do it?” I ask, trying to recall if he’d told me why.
“Because!” Jungkook simply answers, looking at me like I’m supposed to be able to read his mind or something (does it look like I’m telepathic?) I nod anyway, faking a look that’s supposed to convey that I totally know what he’s talking about.
“Because…?” Taehyung chimes in, looking as lost as I did moments prior. I chance a look at him in my peripherals, sweating a little as I took in his broad shoulders and begging-to-be-bitten biceps. Jungkook looks at me to answer for him; and that’s when I start to truly sweat.
“Uh… because you wanted to show off?” I attempt, shrugging when Jungkook vehemently disagrees.
“Weren’t you listening?”
“Yeah, omega, weren’t you listening?” Taehyung chimes in, stirring the pot. I send him the stink-eye, letting go of the youngest alpha’s feet to flick Taehyung, to which he shouts in disgust to.
“I was listening, I swear.” I try to convince Jungkook but it falls on deaf ears. “Come on, how am I supposed to remember everything you tell me?”
I don’t get a proper answer from him, just a devastating pout and a flick of his head as he glances at his elder. I huff in response, letting go of his feet completely as I try to turn on the omega charm. My hands start to run along his calves, lightly rubbing as a purr starts to build deep within my chest, “Alpha…”
“Stay strong, JK.” Taehyung chimes in, looking like he’s beginning to fall for the charm too. I blink coyly before throwing a sultry look to him too, seeing if I can kill two birds with one stone.
“Please, Alphas? I’m sorry…” My head tilts slightly to the side; my scent pumping out and beginning to fill the room. My tongue darts out, licking a line across my bottom lip that neither Alpha can avoid looking at.
“Omega.” The rumble of my title fills the room, all three pairs of eyes flying to the doorway. I swallow harshly, seeing the apex looking at me through hooded eyes. “You’re wanted in the kitchen.”
My body rises to a stand so quickly I nearly go lightheaded, yet he doesn’t move to let me past him. I look up, opening my mouth to speak, but no noise comes out. My mouth opens and closes like a fish, only stopping when a deep chuckle falls from his chest, sliding out of the way. “Go on, omega.”
A/N: i will finish this fic, even if it kills me (quite literally.)
Word Count: 3k
The omegas in this house are so pretty. The alphas in this house are pretty too. Truly, one-hundred percent drop-dead gorgeous: every single one of them.
My favourite past-time as of late is just staring at them: their faces, their bodies. Just scrutinising them from head to toe in an attempt to find anything that'll take them off the pedestals in my mind and stop my inner omega from wanting to lay with my belly up twenty-four-seven. I thought the hierarchy was all figured out, yet here I am plummeting myself down to the bottom just for a chance to cuddle with my fellow omegas or to spend more than five minutes alone with any of the alphas.
I feel like a newly-presented teenager with the way I gasp and blush at every peek of skin, the way I squeal and kick my feet in the air when I hear even the slightest purr or growl reverberating through this cabin, the way my omega is constantly baring it's neck so much I'm starting to feel a crick developing.
All seven of these men enjoy being clothed to the bare minimum and they simply don't care about the near-misses of cardiac arrests they've been putting me through on the daily.
The worst culprit? Hoseok. The alpha hates wearing clothes more than he hates snakes: a funny factoid we only became aware of after watching a film about snakes on an airplane, which is when he spent the whole time cringing and shivering at the screen until we switched it to some classic rom-com. No matter where you are in the house he's there, happily shirtless with a pair of shorts hung low on his hips, boxer brand visible to everyone in a five-mile radius who dares to chance a peek!
There he is now, minus the elastic of his boxers showing and his chest splashed haphazardly with light blue paint. Him and Taehyung are painting all of the rooms in the cottage, starting with the living room space, the bathroom and spare basement room to get them done and out of the way. The living room is the reason for the light blue paint everywhere, spread over Hoseok's pectorals and Taehyung's face, whilst the 'eggshell white' and 'pearl river' are set aside for the other two rooms.
Yoongi and Namjoon had decided that the spare basement room should be converted into a laundry room, tasking themselves with soundproofing the walls and figuring out the piping and lighting situations before smashing holes in the wall crazily.
Jimin and Jungkook had teamed up to furnish the two spare bedrooms, one of which Jimin had declared as the room for any future pups, the dimensions and lighting apparently being perfect for raising any future infants and keeping them safe. Every single alpha went bright red, stuttering and spluttering until Seokjin's witch-cackling changed the subject to everybody's weird quirks they had.
While the alphas shed their spit everywhere, I daydreamed about a little baby with Jimin's crescent moon eyes, Hoseok's heart-shaped smile, Taehyung's head of curls, every beautiful feature the seven men had superimposed onto the pup in my mind until the ache of my omega's heart (and womb) became too much. I spaced out again after my eyes focused on Jin's face, my inner omega cooing and pawing at the thought of a freshly-baked pup with every one of his features in my arms.
Jin and I had tasked ourselves with building things like shelves and tables so our home would finally be somewhat furnished, no need to sit on the floor and eat there anymore.
His broad back faces me, hunched over and screwing in the final leg of the table we'll finally be able to eat off. Mumbled curses leave his lips, grumbling when the screwdriver slips from his hands slightly. I slide up next to him, peeking over his massive shoulders to glance at the finished product.
"You okay, little one?" I hum nonchalantly in reply, running my nose along the side of his neck while Jin tries yet again to screw in the stubborn leg. Again, the screwdriver falls from his hands with a huge huff falling from his lips. I pick the screwdriver up, shuffling on my knees until my back is now to Jin's front, staring down at the table leg. "Go on, pretty, have a try." I squeal like a pig as he wraps his arms around my waist and YANKS me into his lap! I can barely keep my grip on the tool as I land unceremoniously between his legs!
"Will you help?" I turn my head slightly, pouting and fluttering my eyelashes as I play the character of the damsel in distress. I watch with bated breath as he leans slightly in, rubbing his nose against mine, eyes fluttering shut. "Jin..."
The man shushes me lightly, pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth before finally connecting his lips with mine. His plump lips drag against mine, and I find it hard to keep up. It’s a sweet kiss with only the most sincere passion. It’s a kiss that doesn’t expect anything else, a kiss that sweeps you off your feet but keeps your clothes still stuck to your sweaty skin.
We slowly depart, a string of spit dragging between us until it falls into my lap. I glance behind me, feeling his hands moving near my back; he’s still screwing in the table leg. I giggle at the sight, wrapping my arms around his chest like a baby sloth as I inhale his scent. It wraps around me, my eyelids becoming heavy. My mouth salivates at the pang of flavours but I keep my jaw wired shut so my impulsive thoughts don’t take over and start ravaging my mate’s neck.
——
It’s a sight to behold: all three of the omegas are practically salivating at a hint of skin. Yoongi is a sight to behold any day, but today? He looks delectable. All three pairs of eyes are glued to the way his wrists flick as he twists pipes together without a thought; the veins in his hands pulsate at the twist and pull. Our gaze collectively drifts to his mouth, the occasional swipe of his tongue against his bottom lip, covering it in spit and flashing us a hint of the alpha canines that reside within. We’re on the edges of our seats, thoughts filled with pure filth. Our knees tremble, ready to jump into the breeding position at a moment’s notice.
Our throats dry, the moisture gathering in our mouths and practically falling down our chins.
Our scents intertwine and mingle in the space: filling it with the heavy stench of omega arousal and slick.
Collectively, we set all empowerment of omega-kind back at least a thousand years as the three of our bodies tremble with our only thoughts being filth.
Jin sighs dreamily, eyes blurred. Jimin and I sigh in agreement, my own sounding more like a breathy moan.
My pupils flicker to my fellow omegas, my underwear becoming soaked as I truly take in the debauched looks on their faces. Jimin catches my gaze, sending a hungry look my way.
“Gosh.” I breathe.
“Thank you, sweet Moon Goddess.” Jin mutters under his breath.
“I’m just a hole.” Jimin moans lowly. His statement breaks the trance we were in, Seokjin and I quickly filling the room with laughter. Jimin joins in, the one quiet basement being filled with various howls of laughter and shrieks. Yoongi’s eyes flicker upwards, confusion clear in his eyes as he takes in the chaos unfolding in front of him.
Our trio shares another glance at Yoongi’s stare, our howls of laughter becoming louder and echoing off the laundry room walls.
Namjoon suddenly trots down the stairs, juggling a few boxes and stopping our cackling. We all stop and stare, jaws agape, as we take in… him. His arms are bare, a tight black singlet the only thing on his chest. Namjoon’s biceps bulge under the weight of the boxes of cleaning supplies, muscles rippling. The alpha also wears a pair of tight-fitting grey sweatpants, his whole anatomy highlighted.
Jimin chokes on his own spit, coughing and spluttering filling the room. I quickly pat him on the back, trying to help him get some oxygen into his lungs as Namjoon pauses, staring at us all confused. Jin resumes his cackling, this time at Jimin’s misfortune. There are now two omegas fighting for breath for totally different reasons; meanwhile, I’m speechless as my eyes drift from head to toe.
More footsteps thunder down the steps to the basement, and soon enough the rest of the pack is gathered, watching as the chaos unfolds.
“Hi.” I croak out to the four men on the stairs, my eyes still hyper-focused on a throbbing vein in one of Namjoon’s biceps. Jimin’s choking from my left comes to a stop, his little gasps for air still heard while Jin’s manic witch-cackling continues.
“Is everything okay, pup?” The apex alpha asks me, my heart literally skipping a beat! I sit a little straighter at the nickname, my inner omega preening. I nodded quickly, my head bouncing, “Yes, Alpha.”
I hear Jimin snicker from my left, to which I quickly elbow him in the ribs. He guffaws as a few chuckles fill the room, to which he complains. “Hey!”
“Don’t yell at my pup.” Jin grumbles, grabbing me by the waist and settling me onto his lap. “Is he being mean to you, bubs?”
I nod, pouting as I try to garner sympathy from the eldest omega and tuck my face into his neck.
“She shoved me!” Jimin argues, trying to tug me off Jin’s lap, to which I squeal loudly.
“No!”
The tugging and pretend-arguing go on for a while until he successfully manages to yank me off Jin’s lap, me falling onto the bare floor with an “ouch!”
I sit back up, sniffling as I rub my arm that had hit the hard floor. Calamity ensues in the room as Jimin gets scolded and things get moved as all seven men suddenly surround me.
My brows furrow as I see someone drop to their knees in front of me, the tears blocking my vision ever so slightly. A finger hooks under my chin, lifting it so our eyes meet.
Namjoon?
His thumb swipes under my eye, collecting the wetness that had gathered; I keep my eyes on him, extremely confused at the action.
I feel someone wrap their arms around me from the back and an unknown hand rub over the mark that I’m sure is already starting to bruise.
“C’mon, pretty,” The apex comforts, “You’re okay.”
“I’m really sorry, baby.” I hear Jimin from my other side, slightly turning my head to face him, his wet eyes and red nose pronounced. I coo, trying to shuffle closer to my fellow omega.
“Min! It’s okay.” I sniffle, trying to reach him, but the arms around me don’t let me move. My inner omega growls, needing to comfort my pack member and beginning to fight against the arms that hold me.
I wiggle and smack at the arms that hold me, baring my teeth and beginning to actually growl like some kind of rabid dog. My eyes hyperfocus on Jimin, needing him; needing to dry his tears and nest.
The moment I feel the arms release me, I shoot forward and bundle Jimin into my arms. I shove his face into my neck, one arm playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck while the other soothingly rubs his back. I croon at him like he’s a newborn pup, my inner omega only fully soothed once his sobs silence.
—
“Omega? Y/N?” My tunnel vision clears at the repeated calling of my name. I glance upward, eyes narrowing as my mind begins to slow its swimming. I feel everything coming back into focus, the cotton wool feeling in my mouth disappearing as my eyes lock with Jungkook’s. I attempt to move my mouth to speak, but it stays firmly shut, jaw locked.
“Hi, honey. Welcome back to the land of the living.” I avert my eyes to Hoseok as he speaks, feeling his hand on my knee.
“Can you let our Jiminie go, pup?” Another voice; this time, it’s Seokjin. I feel myself shaking my head no, holding the omega a little tighter in my arms as my gaze flickers downwards to Jimin’s calm face.
“Minnie okay?” I hear myself whisper to him. Jimin’s brown eyes meet mine, his plump lips drawn into a pout as he simply mutters back the affirmative. I loosen my grip just a little at the confirmation.
“That’s it, good pup.” Seokjin’s voice reaches my ears, my arms loosening a little more at the comforting words. I can feel the haze of my inner omega stepping back a little, my mind clearing a little more with every comforting word and touch. Namjoon’s scent fills my nose as his hand firmly cups the back of my neck, almost scruffing me, his voice a low timbre. I don’t recognise what exactly he’s saying, the words going in one ear and straight out of the other, but I do recognise that the apex alpha’s tone is soothing.
I can hear the pack talking around me, but I don’t take any of it in; my only thought is to keep Jimin safe in my arms. I look down at the omega in my arms, staring into his deep brown eyes; I desperately try to push my feelings through my gaze. Every bit of fear, every bit of comfort, every bit of love: all trying to be communicated through a simple bit of eye contact.
“I love you.” I watch as the words fall from his perfect, pouty lips, yet it takes a few minutes for them to truly sink into my brain. My inner omega finally steps away, letting go of the reins as his words sink in.
“Me?” I whimper lowly, trying to figure out if this was some kind of misguided trick. Jimin nods once, never once breaking our eye contact. I let his confession bounce around my head for a few seconds before my lips part, “I love you too.”
It seems like a decade passes before our lips slowly meet, his plump bottom lip sliding against mine as fireworks erupt. My grasp on him from before has somehow shifted: I’m now wrapped up in his arms as our lips embrace. I slide my hand upwards to cup his cheek, somehow pulling him closer. I feel his tongue slowly slide against my bottom lip in a request I can’t deny; I part my lips slightly, letting his tongue caress mine ever so sweetly.
A few throats clearing break us from our trance; we separate, our minds hazy and his taste still in my mouth. I turn my head slightly, meeting Jin’s eyes with warm cheeks.
I barely have time to blink before his lips are upon mine, licking desperately into my mouth to taste the sweet saccharine mix of me and Jimin. I feel my arms wrap around the back of his neck, kissing him back just as harshly, while his hands make their way up my shirt. His warm hands slide up my sides, pausing as they get to the underside of my breasts. I feel myself slowly get pulled away, Jin and I separating with a ‘pop.’ I turn to look behind me, seeing Taehyung grinning widely, “Room for six more?”
—
“And then that’s when I told Yoongi-hyung that I’d do it!” Jungkook rambles, continuing his sit-ups. I hold down his feet, nodding as he speaks rapidly.
“Why couldn’t he do it?” I ask, trying to recall if he’d told me why.
“Because!” Jungkook simply answers, looking at me like I’m supposed to be able to read his mind or something (does it look like I’m telepathic?) I nod anyway, faking a look that’s supposed to convey that I totally know what he’s talking about.
“Because…?” Taehyung chimes in, looking as lost as I did moments prior. I chance a look at him in my peripherals, sweating a little as I took in his broad shoulders and begging-to-be-bitten biceps. Jungkook looks at me to answer for him; and that’s when I start to truly sweat.
“Uh… because you wanted to show off?” I attempt, shrugging when Jungkook vehemently disagrees.
“Weren’t you listening?”
“Yeah, omega, weren’t you listening?” Taehyung chimes in, stirring the pot. I send him the stink-eye, letting go of the youngest alpha’s feet to flick Taehyung, to which he shouts in disgust to.
“I was listening, I swear.” I try to convince Jungkook but it falls on deaf ears. “Come on, how am I supposed to remember everything you tell me?”
I don’t get a proper answer from him, just a devastating pout and a flick of his head as he glances at his elder. I huff in response, letting go of his feet completely as I try to turn on the omega charm. My hands start to run along his calves, lightly rubbing as a purr starts to build deep within my chest, “Alpha…”
“Stay strong, JK.” Taehyung chimes in, looking like he’s beginning to fall for the charm too. I blink coyly before throwing a sultry look to him too, seeing if I can kill two birds with one stone.
“Please, Alphas? I’m sorry…” My head tilts slightly to the side; my scent pumping out and beginning to fill the room. My tongue darts out, licking a line across my bottom lip that neither Alpha can avoid looking at.
“Omega.” The rumble of my title fills the room, all three pairs of eyes flying to the doorway. I swallow harshly, seeing the apex looking at me through hooded eyes. “You’re wanted in the kitchen.”
My body rises to a stand so quickly I nearly go lightheaded, yet he doesn’t move to let me past him. I look up, opening my mouth to speak, but no noise comes out. My mouth opens and closes like a fish, only stopping when a deep chuckle falls from his chest, sliding out of the way. “Go on, omega.”
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OT7
Idol!AU
Little Do You Know by @yoongiofmine Complete 18+
Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! by @birchandspruce Complete 18+
You Complete Us by birchandspruce Complete
wild, wild, wilderness by @kimnjss Complete 18+
home sweet castle by kimnjss Complete 18+
The Plot Twist ft Soulmate!AU by @blog-name-idk Ongoing 18+
The Line Between Love And War ft Soulmate!AU by @purpleyoonn Ongoing
baby (you complete us) ft Soulmate!AU by purpleyoonn Ongoing 18+
Unorthodox by @beahae Ongoing 18+
The curious move-in to apartment 27 by @sor-vette Ongoing 18+
Got the music in you baby by @minniedaisies One Shot
Love Starved by @hollyhomburg One Shot 18+
The Sex Strike by @borathae One Shot 18+
Soulmate!AU
The Book of Soulmates by @alpacaparkaseok Complete
Moonchild by @jeonggukkiepabo Ongoing? idk hehe 18+
Mafia!AU
Between The Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga Complete 18+
Ethereal ft Fantasy!AU by purpleyoonn Complete 18+
Ride With you by @jellifysh Ongoing 18+
The Way Of A Criminal by agustdakasuga Ongoing 18+
Thou Shall Not Steal by @xherxx Ongoing 18+
A/B/O!AU
House of the Omegaverse ft Dark!AU by @sopejinsunflower Complete 18+
Lone Wolf by @sopebubbles Ongoing 18+
Before I leave you ft Dark!AU by @hollyhomburg (READ THE TW FOR REAL) Ongoing 18+
Royal!AU / Historical!AU
The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy Complete 18+
Fall of Empire by @aloneatpeace Ongoing 18+
Hybrid!AU
Abundance by @angelicyoongie Ongoing 18+
100% sure i've read more but i can't remember any of em rn lol
Dark!AU
Death Valley by @bangtangalicious Complete 18+
College!AU
Everything Falls (Into Place) by blog-name-idk Complete 18+
Thesis It by xherxx Complete 18+
The Apartment Games by @softiejoon Maybe discontinued but here for the aesthetics
Kings of Campus by @luxekook Ongoing 18+
Journey to the dick by @whatifyoulivelikethat One Shot 18+
Sharing is Caring by @theharrowing One Shot 18+
Fantasy!AU
Recrudescence ft Idol!AU by @chimchimsauce Complete 18+
To have, to hold, to make you stay by sor-vette Complete 18+
Other
All the Kinks ft Multifandom, Multi!AU’s by @helvonasche Complete 18+
Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things by jellifysh Complete 18+
Boyfriend for Hire by @remedyx Ongoing 18+
Audios by @youmyjhope 18+
Sh. by @wwilloww Ongoing? idk hehe 18+
NOT OT7
Idol!AU
Need by @bang-tan-bitches ft KNJ, JHS and MYG ft A/B/O!AU Complete 18+
The bias room by @chimivx ft MYG, KTH and JJK One Shot
Desperate by borathae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+
Floored by @lavienjin ft JHS, PJM, JJK One Shot 18+
College!AU
Stretch You Out by @chateautae ft KNJ and JJK One Shot 18+
Fantasy!AU
bitten & knotted by @jamaisjoons ft JHS and KNJ One Shot 18+
Other
Magic Hands by @breadoffoxy ft PJM and KTH Complete 18+
Fucking Around by @tanniefm ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+
The Art Of Self Restraint by @scribblemetae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+
The Sope Surprise by @chelsea-chee ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+
The D Box by breadoffoxy ft KSJ, MYG and JJK One Shot 18+
Swiss Miss by @here4kpopfics ft KNJ and KSJ One Shot 18+
Bigger & Better by lavienjin ft KNJ and KTH One Shot 18+
Package Deal by @hoseokhasmyheartxx ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+
Rain On Me by @dawnagustd ft KTH and JJK One Shot 18+
When i tell you my hand is cramped from all the clicking and my eyes are blurry for staring at the screen for 8+ hours...
AND THIS IS HOW WE CONCLUDE 1/9 REC POSTS WUUUU
Stay tuned because I still have to post the recs from each member and one final giving a massive shoutout to all my favorite BTS fic authors of all time (including everyone here and many more hehe)
You'll notice that some authors weren't properly tagged, that's cause tumblr wouldn't let me tag more than 50 users, so I made sure to tag the writers AT LEAST ONE TIME in case there where more than one of their works mentioned here :)
Btw, if any of the links don't work or there is a mistake or anything, please let me know so I can fix it :)
tangentwithtanner
dailybridgerton
areudirty
theartofmadeline
origamiaround
stormborns
