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Bratty time

By vminkookbts

♡ Sunoo centric

♡ 2,354 words

♡ polyamory, alpha /omega , Infantilism , nursing , spanking , omega sunoo , pack , fluff.

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The dorm was always full of warmth, but mornings were especially cozy. Sunoo was still bundled in his bed, the soft blankets wrapped around him like a cocoon. He could hear the familiar hum of voices coming from the kitchen—his packmates were up and already fussing about breakfast.

“Baby, time to wake up,” Heeseung’s voice floated through the room, soft and coaxing. When Sunoo didn’t respond, Heeseung walked in, his lips pulling into a fond smile at the sight of Sunoo’s messy hair peeking out from the blankets.

“Oh, you’re being a little lazybug today, huh?” Heeseung teased as he sat down beside him. He tugged gently at the blanket, but Sunoo whined and pulled it back over his head.

“C’mon, sugar, we’ve got breakfast ready,” Heeseung tried again, chuckling when Sunoo wiggled away.

Just then, Jake popped his head in with a wide grin. “Is our baby being difficult again?”

Heeseung nodded with an amused sigh. “Bratty, more like.”

At the word “bratty,” Sunoo peeked out from under the blanket, his lips forming a pout. “I’m not bratty!” he mumbled.

Jake walked over and leaned down, his face close to Sunoo’s. “You’re definitely bratty, darling. And we love you for it,” he said, stealing a quick kiss from Sunoo’s lips.

Sunoo scrunched his nose but couldn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Before he could retreat back under the blankets, Jay entered the room and easily scooped him up in one swift motion. “Alright, sugarcube, no more hiding,” Jay said, carrying him out of the room.

“I wasn’t done sleeping,” Sunoo complained, crossing his arms.

“You can nap later, cutie,” Jay said, kissing Sunoo’s lips as they headed to the kitchen.

The others were already seated around the table. Sunghoon immediately got up when he saw Sunoo and took him from Jay’s arms, cradling him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. . “Good morning, sweetheart ” Sunghoon cooed, brushing Sunoo’s messy hair back and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Morning, baby,” Jungwon added with a smile, leaning in to press a kiss to Sunoo’s pounting lips. Ni-ki, who was buttering toast, looked up and grinned. “There’s our little cuddlebug!” he said, abandoning the toast to rush over and hug Sunoo.

Sunoo squirmed in Ni-ki's arms, pouting. “I’m not hungry,” he mumbled.

The Alphas exchanged knowing looks. “Sweetheart,” Jake started gently, crouching in front of him, “you didn't drink a lot last night. You need to eat, okay?”

Sunoo shook his head stubbornly. “I don’t wanna.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh, baby’s being a brat again.”

“I’m not a brat!” Sunoo shot back, his cheeks puffing up indignantly. “And I don’t need to nurse, either!".

The room went quiet for a moment before Sunghoon sighed dramatically. “Oh, sweetheart, you are asking for it now.”

Sunoo glared, crossing his arms. “You can’t make me! I don’t wanna!”

Heeseung pinched the bridge of his nose but smiled fondly. “Alright, babycakes. You know how this goes.”

Before Sunoo could protest, Heeseung sat on the couch and gently tugged him over his lap. Sunoo’s cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t fight too hard. If anything, he was already wiggling with anticipation. “Wait, wait!” he cried, but his voice was tinged with excitement rather than fear.

The first smack landed on his bottom, not too hard but enough to make him yelp. He tried to wiggle away, but Heeseung held him firmly, delivering a few more swats. “This is what happens when our little one gets too bratty,” Heeseung said, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Sunoo’s back in between smacks.

By the time Heeseung was done, Sunoo’s bottom stung, and his cheeks were flushed pink. He sniffled, looking up at Heeseung with wide, watery eyes.

“Aww, sugar, come here,” Heeseung said softly, pulling Sunoo into his lap and kissing the tears away. “You know we only do this because we love you, right?”

Sunoo nodded, burying his face in Heeseung’s chest. “M’sorry,” he murmured, though his tone was more playful than remorseful.

Jake leaned in, brushing his lips against Sunoo’s temple. “Good boy,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “Ready to nurse now, darling?”

Sunoo hesitated, pouting again just for show. “Only if I get cuddles after,” he muttered...

Jake took Sunoo from Heeseung, cradling him close.

Sunghoon brought over a blanket, wrapping it around Sunoo while Jay stroked his hair. “There’s our good boy,” Jay said, his voice full of affection.

After Sunoo’ had been soothed with plenty of kisses, Jake held him snugly in his lap. “Alright, sweetheart,” Heeseung said softly, brushing Sunoo’s hair back from his face. “Time to nurse, baby. No more fussing.”

Sunoo’s pout hadn’t entirely disappeared, but he let out a small, dramatic sigh, resting his head on Jake's chest. “Fine,” he muttered, his tone still carrying a hint of bratty stubbornness. “But only because I’m tired.”

The Alphas chuckled, exchanging amused looks. “Oh, of course, sugarcube,” Heeseung teased. “It’s definitely not because you’re secretly starving.”

Sunoo shot Jay a little glare, but his stomach betrayed him with a faint grumble. Jake chuckled, pulling his shirt aside to expose his chest. “Come here, angel. You know you need this.”

Sunoo hesitated for just a moment, his cheeks flushing pink, before leaning in and latching onto Jake's nipple. The warm, sweet milk filled his mouth, and he let out a contented sigh, his tiny hands clutching Jake’s shirt as he suckled.

“There you go, baby,” Heeseung murmured, his voice soothing. He rubbed gentle circles on Sunoo’s back, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. “You’re doing so good.”

Jungwon leaned closer, stroking Sunoo’s cheek as he nursed. “See? Doesn’t that feel better, darling?” he asked, his tone full of affection. Sunoo didn’t respond, too focused on feeding, but his little hum of satisfaction made the Alphas smile...

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[vminkookbts]

Fainting Sweetness

By vminkookbts.

♡ Ot7

♡ jungkook centric

♡ omegaverse , fluff, polyamory, pack , alpha beta omega, omegaverse, non traditional pack , nursing, breastfeeding, no angst,infantilism.

♡ 1877 words

Summary:

Jungkook, the only omega in his group, has a fainting disorder.

His alphas always take care of him, staying calm when he faints and showering him with love and kisses.

They make sure he’s always safe and feel incredibly tender towards him, keeping him in their arms and offering constant comfort.

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Jungkook woke up to the soft hum of voices and the warmth of strong arms around him. His eyes fluttered open slowly, greeted by Namjoon’s dimpled smile, the sunlight softly streaming through the window.

"Morning, baby," Namjoon said, brushing a strand of hair from Jungkook's face. "How’s my little one feeling today?"

Jungkook stretched like a kitten, his tiny body curling into Namjoon’s chest. He yawned sleepily, his lips brushing against Namjoon’s shirt. “Good,” he mumbled softly, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"You’re such a sweetheart," Yoongi murmured as he stepped into the room, the soft rustle of his footsteps on the floor. He smiled softly at the sight of Jungkook nestled in Namjoon’s embrace, as always. He crouched by the bed and rested his hand on Jungkook’s cheek, gently wiping away the sleep from the omega’s skin. "Did you sleep okay, little one?"

Jungkook nodded, his cheeks warming as he peeked up at them through his lashes. Being the only omega in the group meant he was always the center of attention. His hyungs didn’t just love him—they cherished him, sometimes to the point of being a little overbearing. But Jungkook didn’t mind; he loved how safe and cared for they made him feel.

Namjoon grinned at Yoongi’s concern. "He was talking in his sleep again," he said softly, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. "He’s probably still half-dreaming."

“Bet he’s dreaming about us,” Hoseok said, his voice carrying as he entered the room, his signature bright smile lighting up his face. He was always so full of energy, even in the mornings. "Bet he’s having the sweetest dreams, right, baby?"

Jungkook giggled softly, a little shy from the attention, but his heart swelled with warmth at their teasing. “Hyung, stop,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

“Never,” Hoseok teased, planting a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead before bending down to kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute not to spoil.”

Taehyung entered the room just then, his presence like a wave of warmth and comfort. He was always the most affectionate, the one who could never keep his hands off Jungkook. He smiled brightly as he strode over to the bed, kissing Jungkook softly on the lips and lifting him up with ease. “Time to get you up, baby,” he said, his voice smooth and soothing. “You’re not walking today. You know the drill.”

Jungkook didn’t protest. He never did. The idea of walking on his own felt like too much of a challenge when his body sometimes betrayed him. His fainting disorder made it difficult for him to do the simplest things, so his hyungs always carried him. He nestled against Taehyung’s chest, his arms wrapping around the alpha’s neck as Taehyung cradled him like a baby.

“Hyung, you’re spoiling me,” Jungkook mumbled, though he loved every second of it. There was something so comforting about being carried, about being treated like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“I know, baby,” Taehyung said with a soft chuckle, nuzzling Jungkook’s cheek with his own. “I’ll spoil you all day if I have to.”

The sound of Jin’s voice rang through the house as they entered the living room. “Breakfast is ready, everyone,” he called out, placing the last of the plates onto the table. There were pancakes, eggs, and fruit, but of course, none of it was for Jungkook. As an omega, his nourishment came from his alphas, not from food.

Jungkook’s stomach rumbled, but he didn’t need to ask. The moment Jin spotted him being carried in, his expression softened. “Let’s get our little one fed, huh?” Jin said, his tone warm and full of affection. He helped Taehyung settle Jungkook on the couch, making sure the younger was comfortable before unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose his chest.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate, his soft gaze turning to Jin as he tilted his head, waiting for permission. He always asked with his eyes, and Jin could read him so easily.

“You hungry, sweetheart?” Jin asked, stroking Jungkook’s cheek as he smiled down at him. Jungkook nodded, his lips parting slightly, waiting.

Jin’s heart melted at the sight of the omega, his tender expression making him want to give Jungkook the whole world. He carefully guided Jungkook’s head closer to his nipple, his skin warm under the soft press of Jungkook’s lips. The moment Jungkook latched on, the room seemed to hold its breath in that perfect moment of tenderness.

Jungkook suckled gently, his small body trembling with contentment as the warmth of Jin’s milk filled him. It was soothing, calming, and he felt so safe in the arms of his hyung. His soft, rhythmic sucking was like a melody to Jin, who watched him with such a peaceful expression, running his fingers through the younger’s soft hair.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jin whispered, his voice thick with affection. “Drink as much as you want. We’re always here for you.”

The other alphas watched, each of them having their turn to hold Jungkook in their lap, taking care of him. Namjoon was next, carefully taking him from Jin and guiding him to his chest. Jungkook settled comfortably in Namjoon’s arms, the familiar scent of his hyung’s cologne mixing with the soothing warmth of his embrace.

Namjoon leaned back against the cushions, allowing Jungkook to rest with ease as the omega began to nurse again.

“You’re such a good boy,” Namjoon murmured, his fingers gently caressing Jungkook’s back as the omega’s soft lips moved rhythmically. The sound of Jungkook’s gentle suckling filled the quiet room, and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile down at him. “You make me feel so special, little one.”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed, the comfort and safety of his hyungs surrounding him. His body was relaxed, the feeling of nourishment filling him in more ways than one. He loved how his alphas took care of him, always making sure he was fed, comfortable, and loved. It was a bond they had nurtured, a trust built over time that was unshakable.

As Jungkook continued, Jimin gently kissed his forehead, watching him with that soft, protective gaze of his. "Good job, baby," he whispered, his voice as soothing as always. "Let us take care of you, always."

When Jungkook finished, he let out a soft sigh, content and full. He felt the energy return to his body, but the warmth of his hyungs’ embrace made him feel so safe that he never wanted to leave their arms. His eyes slowly opened, and he gazed up at Namjoon with a shy smile.

“Thank you, hyung,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I feel so good…”

Namjoon’s heart swelled at the sound of Jungkook’s soft words. “You’re welcome, baby. You deserve all the love in the world.” He brushed a strand of hair away from Jungkook’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “We all love you so much.”

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, just a soft peck that made Jungkook’s cheeks warm. “My turn to spoil you,” Taehyung said with a wink, his playful side shining through. “I can’t resist. You’re too precious.”

Jungkook giggled softly, his cheeks flushed with affection. “Hyung…” he mumbled, but the sound of his laughter was enough to melt Taehyung’s heart.

The room was filled with light, happy energy as the alphas took turns doting on Jungkook. Each one of them adored him, making sure he was comfortable, making sure he was loved. They kissed him constantly—on the forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. Every little touch, every sweet word, was a reminder of how much they cared.

But just as Jungkook was beginning to feel completely at ease, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. His vision blurred for just a moment, the room spinning slightly as his body grew heavy. He felt it coming before it hit—his fainting disorder was acting up again. He tried to fight it, to stay awake, but his body betrayed him, and his eyes fluttered closed...

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