#p:ot3

[qobiin]

when i fill them, they’ll shine forever | ch 6

pairing: todobakudeku (bakugou x midoriya x todoroki) 

genre: fluff, angst | abo au, canon-compliant 

warnings: swearing, trans male character, mild canon-typical violence, mentioned child abuse, implied non-con, misgendering, endeavor 

word count: 4118

summary: Katsuki being an omega from birth changes a few things. 

chapter six of when i fill them, they’ll shine forever 

"If you're here to give me some sympathetic speech or some shit, I will kill you, Pinkie," Katsuki spits over his shoulder.

"Eh?" Pinkie startles, scrambling to compose herself as Katsuki turns to look at her. "I have no idea what you mean."

Katsuki narrows his eyes at the way she nervously scratches the back of her head, her smile much too wide to be genuine. Pinkie scuffs the toe of her shoe against the floor, her arms dropping to her sides so she can play with the ends of her school jacket. Her scent is as sweet as any other omega’s but there is a sour aftertaste to it that makes Katsuki wrinkle his nose in distaste.

"What the fuck do you want? I have places to be," Katsuki says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

He doesn’t know anything past a few of his classmates’ quirks, much too busy with bettering himself and challenging his mates to give a shit about anyone else. Shitty Hair and Pikachu are showing some potential since they have enough of a backbone to socialize normally with him instead of fearfully or putting him on a pedestal. Most of the others will be unimportant to his story in the long run and Katsuki isn’t usually the type to write people off so soon, but Pinkie herself hasn’t impressed him in the least. 

“I just um-” Pinkie flushes, fingers twining together nervously. “All the girls wanted to thank you.”

Katsuki frowns, suddenly confused. As far as he knows, none of the girls want to be within two feet of him. He has no idea why they would want to thank him for something.

The only thing he can think of that would be spoken about is the Perverted Grape incident that happened earlier that day. Katsuki is waiting for Deku to finish talking to Glasses, Todoroki already having left a few minutes before. He wants to go to Deku’s and gorge himself on Auntie Inko’s cooking while he avoids going home where his mom will scream for blood and his dad will flutter nervously around him for the rest of the weekend. He already had Glasses, Hundred Arms, and Shitty Hair try to comfort him in their own shitty ways about Perverted Grape, he doesn’t need any more of this crap today.

“What the fuck is this about?” Katsuki asks, glaring down at Pinkie. “You have five seconds to speak or I’m walking away. One.”

“Thankyouforgettingridofmineta!” Pinkie shouts, bowing at the waist once before she runs away.

Katsuki scoffs as he watches her leave. “As if I did it for any of you.”

“Did what, Kacchan?” Deku’s voice pipes up behind him.

“Nothing, you shit nerd. Let’s go already,” Katsuki grumbles, barely even reacting to Deku’s sudden appearance.

His alpha’s scent is more familiar to him than his own so if Deku really wants to startle him, he is going to have to work harder than that.

Katsuki takes Deku’s hand and leads the way towards the train station, already imagining all the dishes his Auntie Inko will prepare. Deku follows behind him quietly, not having to say a word for Katsuki to understand his alpha will always support him.

The sports festival is turning out to be fucking boring.

Katsuki delivered his "speech" before the first challenge began, which was really just him pointing out a fact by stating that he and his mates were going to mop the floor with all of them. No need for everyone to get their fucking panties in a twist at the truth.

They had taken one look at the mouth of the tunnel before both his mates grabbed hold of Katsuki’s arms and held on tight as he shot them over the other students piling up beneath them. Many yells and shouts had followed them but Deku only whooped as they came out of the other side and got their first glimpse of the obstacle course prepared for them. 

The zero pointers from the entrance exam rose up to greet them but Todoroki froze one and Katsuki blew up the one beside it at Deku’s request. Deku had grabbed a stray piece of the now broken robot as they flew over it while Todoroki directed ice back at the other students to cut their competition in half. At the pit, Todoroki made more ice to make them a path straight across and Katsuki used more of his blasts to ski them over the pit in no time at all. 

By that point Katsuki and Todoroki had practically ruined the obstacle course as they held Deku between them, all three of them keeping first place easily. Then Deku had pulled himself away from them at the third obstacle, dropping onto his knees to dig at the edges of the landmine before Katsuki got the memo. Together, they dug up the explosives and put them in a pile together.

Todoroki had just enough time to grab Deku's shirt and Katsuki climbed onto his alpha's back as Deku held up the piece of the robot that he had nabbed earlier. His alpha then slammed it into the explosives and all three of them were thrown into the air, sliding past the finish line easily and more importantly, together.

The second challenge hasn't been that big of a challenge either actually. Katsuki grudgingly allows Round Face to join their team after Deku brings up his plan and when the countdown begins, Todoroki makes ice appear in a circle around them while Round Face slaps her hands on the backs of Katsuki’s mates before pressing her fingertips together with a determined look in her eyes. Katsuki settles Deku on his shoulders and waits until Todoroki and Uraraka have grabbed hold of his alpha’s arms to shoot them up in the sky. More yells and shouting follows them but Katsuki ignores it. He knows they are not breaking the rules through anything but a technicality and while last year, he would be enraged about using such a cheap tactic to win, now he only cares to shield his mates from any harm that may befall them. 

Despite the lack of a real fight, their team is doing exceptionally well by staying out of other students’ grasps. The only time anyone gets near enough to almost ripping the headband worth a million points off Deku's head, Todoroki's left side erupts with the barest lick of flames before his ice overcomes some random girl’s vines. Katsuki felt the almost unbearable heat of Todoroki’s fire tease the back of his hand as he prepared himself to power off an explosion and can't help the sharp intake of breath that he takes through his teeth at that moment.

Which is why he is only slightly surprised when Todoroki asks him and Deku for a word in private during the lunch break. Once the break is over, all the stupid extras will then ready themselves for the games UA's staff has prepared for the losers who didn't make it to the final round so technically, they have a longer break than most. Katsuki exchanges a not-so-subtle glance with his alpha before he nods and allows Todoroki to lead the way.

As soon as they are alone, Todoroki tells them his life story. 

All of it. 

The quirk marriage. The forced mate bond. The breeding. The training he began at age four. His mother losing her grip on sanity. The isolation from his siblings and peers alike. The abuse he has withstood ever since then. The resentment and anger Todoroki has carried for countless years. The determination to never use the quirk he inherited from his father.

Every single, excruciating detail has Katsuki's blood boiling and his hackles rising. His body calls for blood, the need to defend and fight and tear limbs apart almost overcomes him.

He doesn’t understand how a parent can look at the life they helped bring into this world and not want to protect them with all their power. Deku has an idea if his claim of not being All Might’s secret love child can be believed, but Katsuki has never faced that misfortune. Not even his coming out impacted the relationship he had with his parents much - not in the way that most would expect anyway. Katsuki does not understand and he never will but he does understand that what both his mates’ fathers have done and are doing now is wrong.

Wrong and awful and horrible. Downright evil in Todoroki’s case. That is more than enough to warrant Katsuki’s bloodlust. He’s sure his parents would understand why he murdered the Number Two Hero anyway. Auntie Inko most definitely would. Hell, probably Yagi-san too, especially considering the way he dotes on Deku. 

Regardless, Katsuki has already made up his mind.

"I am going to fucking kill him," Katsuki spits out between clenched teeth, his hands smoking and curled into tight fists at his sides. "No, no. I am going to destroy him! I'm gonna rip off his balls and feed them to him! I'm gonna hold my hands over his skin and see how well he likes getting burned!"

Katsuki continues, his methods of torture growing more grotesque and painful as he does, all while ignoring the surprised and somewhat wary look on Todoroki's face. Deku is silent beside him, but his scent tells Katsuki enough.

Their alpha is angry. 

Deku is trembling, his eyes flashing gold and hands curled into fists as well. The air around them reeks of ozone and Katsuki feels the ridiculous urge to sneeze. Todoroki’s gaze keeps flickering between the two of them, unsure of who needs his attention more: his alpha who is rapidly losing his grip on his control or his omega who is ranting about every which way he will harm his father.

"Aren't you going to tell me that killing is bad and I don't know what other fucking nonsense you preach and shit?" Katsuki asks when Deku's scent sours enough to bother him. "I'm gonna murder the Number Two Hero, you fucking nerd. Shouldn't you stop me?"

Say something, Katsuki doesn’t plead aloud. Say you agree. Say you’re with us, no matter what.

Deku tenses all at once then sighs, his body going lax as he closes his eyes and leans his head back on the wall behind him. "If it was anybody else, literally anybody else, I would say yes."

Katsuki smirks, the edges of it sharp enough to cut. "But?"

"Not in this case," Deku finally says, his scent still angry and now frustrated.

"I am fully capable of killing that bastard, you know," Katsuki continues, eyes flickering between both of his mates. "I could go and murder him right now and I would be glad to be thrown into jail for it. My parents would probably throw a fucking party."

Todoroki looks at him like he's insane, but Katsuki ignores him. He focuses on Deku instead, watching the corners of his mouth twitch with a smile, the sour anger in his scent slowly starting to bleed away.

"I know, Kacchan," Deku agrees, opening his eyes which have now returned to their normal color and leaving Katsuki horrified as they start to water.

Katsuki bites his lip, looking back at Todoroki again who is staring open-mouthed at Deku in shock. "Do you want me to?"

He means it as a question for them both but it is Deku who answers. "Yes, but you shouldn't. People would paint you as a villain and that's not who you are, Kacchan.”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku,” Katsuki bites back but there is a smile on his face and no heat in his words.

“Okay,” Deku replies with a tired smile.

Katsuki pivots to stare at Todoroki, pinning his beta with his gaze alone. “And you, you bastard, come here!”

“Are you going to kill me?” Todoroki asks as he stands up straight, his spine probably in pain due to how quickly he came to attention.

Katsuki's grin turns sharp once more. “If you Order me again, then yes, but just get your ass over here already! ”

“Wait, you Ordered Kacchan?” Deku asks, head swiveling between them both in confusion.

"Twice, the fucking shithead!” Katsuki admits.

Deku's eyes turn flinty before they soften once more. "You must have a death wish, Todoroki-kun. Please, don't ever do that again."

Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at his alpha. "I don't need you to defend me, fucking Deku!"

"I know," Deku murmurs, "but sometimes, you want me to and I don't really appreciate the fact that someone would Order you, even if he's our mate, Kacchan. Todoroki-kun, seriously, don't do that again."

"Shut up, Deku," Katsuki spits out at the same time that Todoroki says, "I won't Order you again, Bakugou-kun."

"Good," Deku huffs as Katsuki moves closer until he can sling an arm over his alpha and tuck him into his side. "Now get over here. We're going to scent you so your father knows he'll have plenty of things to explain the next time I smell him on you."

Katsuki nods sagely. "Deku will destroy him."

"Why would he do that?" Todoroki looks at Deku like he can't imagine the alpha going toe-to-toe with his dipshit of a dad, but Katsuki knows better. And Todoroki should know better too after what happened the week before in the locker room's bathroom.

"Because you're our mate, you fucking bastard," Katsuki growls, reaching out and grabbing hold of Todoroki's arm before he drags him closer. "We'll end anyone who fucking hurts you. You're mine now and I don't like it when people touch my things. I beat the shit out of anybody who dared to lay a hand on my alpha and I'll beat the shit out of anyone who hurts my beta too."

Deku smiles at Todoroki from underneath his arm, his scent calmer and steady like before. "Don't worry about it, Todoroki-kun. Kacchan is just really overprotective. You'll grow used to it."

Todoroki is stiff underneath Katsuki's hand, but, slowly, he starts to relax as well. He leans into Katsuki's side and lays his two-toned head against Katsuki's shoulder. On his other side, Deku does the same, mirroring their mate. They stand there for a moment, huddled up in each other's warmth as they allow their scents to slide across one another, mingling and intermixing. Katsuki is certain that no one is going to speak for some time yet, so he's slightly surprised when Deku does.

“Your quirk is your own, Todoroki-kun.”

“Hm?” Todoroki hums in response, his head shifting against Katsuki’s shoulder.

Deku leans forward until even Katsuki is having difficulties keeping his eyes on them. “Your fire is your own. Everyone else here is using a hundred percent of what they’ve got to make it. It would be wrong of you to do this with only half.”

Todoroki stills in Katsuki’s embrace, expression shifting until his face is blank once more. Katsuki can physically see all the walls Todoroki is putting up again and he cannot have that.

“We can talk about that later, you little shits,” Katsuki cuts in. “Deku, seriously not the fucking time.”

His beta’s scent pulses for one short breath before it calms, Deku oblivious to it all as he starts to say, “Todoroki-kun should work with a hundred percent of what he has too, Kacchan! Otherwise-”

"Shouto."

"Huh?" Deku asks, like a fucking idiot as if Todoroki's intentions aren't clear enough.

Todoroki only blinks at him though, his scent still remaining calm and focused. "You can both call me Shouto."

Deku brightens considerably, his smile like the sun breaking through a heavy layer of overcast while he pushes the quirk issue off to the side for now. "Ah, well you can call me Izuku and Kacchan Katsuki!"

"No, he can't," Katsuki scowls.

"Yes, he can," Deku replies instantly, his smile never faltering. "Go sulk another time, this is loving and supporting our mate hours right now!"

Katsuki can't help the startled laughter that escapes him, but he lets it run its course when Deku only brightens even further at the sound and Todoroki relaxes against him again. "Shut the fuck up, Deku. That meme is as old as balls."

Deku's grin only grows bigger, the edges curving dangerously but he says nothing and wraps his arms around Katsuki's waist. Todoroki too settles further into their warmth, his scent now laced with a dash of content.

From the corner of his eye, Katsuki can see the hint of a smile on his beta's face. The sight alone does weird things to his heart that he promptly ignores in favor of enjoying the company of his mates.

Deku and he run into Endeavor before starting their second fight in the third challenge and Katsuki wonders how the Flaming Piece of Shit got out of there alive.

Considering that All Might was also present, Katsuki is doubly confused about how Endeavor is still breathing.

“Come on,” Katsuki spits as he drags Deku out the door. “Fuck everything else and focus on this stupid match. If you let your quirk break you again, dipshit, I’m taking our beta in the divorce.”

Katsuki isn’t happy at all about the team matches but considering that there are many mated students in the sixteen contestants left for the third challenge, he supposed that it made some lick of sense. Not that he’s going to admit that out loud anyway.

Deku laughs, following behind Katsuki willingly, but his smile dies as they round the corner and run into the last person either of them wanted to see.

They have seen the Number Two Hero plenty of times on television and social media. Katsuki thought he was pretty average looking when he was younger but at that moment he is ugly beyond belief. His facial hair is made up completely of fire and spare bits of it run through his hair. He is tall and in his hero suit but there is nothing about him that shows he is a hero in Katsuki’s eyes.

Instead of the mild admiration Katsuki used to feel for this man, all he can focus on is the hate and rage that’s building up quickly within him.

“So you’re the alpha who’s staked a claim on my son,” Endeavor says like he never expected anybody to try and interfere with the plans he had forced upon his child’s shoulders.

Katsuki bares his teeth at him, forcing himself to stay silent. Endeavor’s eyes linger on Deku’s arm where he is grabbing hold of his alpha. His gaze flickers to Katsuki briefly, looking him up and down as if he is a piece of meat being put on display at the market before he focuses back on Deku. Katsuki can’t help the cold disgust that rolls down his spine when the Flaming Piece of Shit’s eyes are no longer on him. Deku shifts beside him in response, subtly putting himself in front of Katsuki to shield him from view.

“And you’re Shouto’s father,” Deku points out, the anger in his voice plain for anyone to hear.

Endeavor’s brows raise up for a moment before his face settles back into its usual scowl. “Your omega. She’ll do fine but if you don’t prove you are the best alpha around, neither of you get to have him.”

Deku growls and the overbearing scent of ozone fills up the hallway. Katsuki holds onto his alpha tighter while allowing his lips to curl back and make his snarl look more aggressive.

“You don’t decide that for him,” Deku snaps. “And don’t refer to Kacchan as a girl. He will rip out your tongue for such disrespect.”

Endeavor’s gaze flicks back towards Katsuki at this and Katsuki snaps his teeth at him, wanting nothing more than to do just that.

Shouto had told them about all the awful crap his father had done but this - what he just said - takes the fucking cake. Katsuki wants to let go of his alpha and watch him tear into this arrogant beta until there is nothing recognizable left. He doesn’t though because he isn’t stupid and the only person allowed to go to jail is him, but the idea itself is still very tempting.

Fortunately, Yagi-san’s smell rises up behind them announcing his presence. Katsuki doesn’t look back to see his arrival, not trusting Endeavor enough to take his eyes off him but he does smell it when Yagi-san realizes what is going on. It would have been difficult not to, considering Deku is sending out angry and agitated alpha pheromones for everyone in the entire building to smell. Even the lowliest beta with the worst sense of smell would be able to tell that Katsuki’s alpha is in distress.

Within two seconds, Katsuki is facing the broad back of the Number One Hero. All Might is in the shifted form he uses for public appearances and has his arms extended by his sides in a way that appears natural but effectively blocks them both. The fact he did this in a way that did not draw any attention to them at all is only another reason why Katsuki immediately begins to calm down when All Might appeared.

“Endeavor, what are you doing to my students?” All Might rumbles, acting as if he had not stumbled over the end of his question.

Katsuki can no longer see the expression on Endeavor’s face but he can hazard a guess about it well enough. “Wishing them luck.”

All Might’s stance doesn’t relax in the least. “Then you may go now. These two are due for their match soon.”

Endeavor merely huffs and walks away then. All Might doesn’t move from his stance until the other man is no longer nearby. He turns and smiles at them, dropping a hand on both their shoulders when the coast is clear. Katsuki allows it, his anger still pulsing dangerously within him even if he knew they are safe with All Might now present but it is dying down nevertheless.

“What happened?” All Might asks, his blue eyes glinting dangerously under the hallway halogens.

Katsuki tells him. He keeps quiet about what their mate had told them earlier that day because it isn’t any of his business to share until his beta is ready to get help, but he holds nothing back about the conversation they just had with the Flaming Piece of Shit. All Might’s eyes turn almost black with the force of his anger, more ozone joining the air around them.

(And Deku had seriously thought Katsuki wasn’t going to assume that Yagi-san was his dad?)

“He won’t bother you again. You have my word,” All Might vows. “Now run along. Your match is starting within the next three minutes.”

They both nod and are rewarded with pats to their heads. Yagi-san then steps to the side so he is no longer blocking the path and Katsuki drags his alpha away before Deku can add more fire to the fuel.

Katsuki and Shouto share first place, Deku taking second and Emo Birdbrain taking third.

He would consider it a loss any other time, but considering all the crap Shouto has been put through and shared with them today, Katsuki just rolls with it.

(And no, he does not miss the fact that All Might hugs his alpha just a little too long to be normal after he drapes their medals over their heads during the awards ceremony. Going by Shouto’s thoughtful hum beside him, their beta doesn’t miss it either. That conversation should be fun.)

Later, he still takes pleasure in burning and blowing up all of his and Deku's Endeavor merchandise.

He takes greater pleasure in watching Shouto try and keep a straight face as Katsuki blatantly flirts with him when they get ice cream the next day. Deku's flirting is a lot more subtle but they both relish at the sight of Shouto's flushing, blank face over a banana split.

Of course, not all good things last. Katsuki had learned this fact early on in life.

He knows it isn't true when people say that the only way is up. Life isn't that easy and it has never been especially kind to Katsuki of all people. He doesn't mind that fact. He understands that is just how things work and that it is the way of life no matter how much he may wish it not to be. It's just how things are and he gets that.

He just didn't expect the rug to be pulled out from under his feet so soon is all.

a/n: sorry for the wait! i hope that you all liked this though (: thanks for reading!

[hungline]

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈 taegikook

shifting tides, not hearts

pairing: taegikook 

genre: fluff, established relationship au, rated pg 

warnings: discussions of sexuality, trans female character

a/n: i hope you like this anon. happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈

words: 157 

summary: For Yoongi, sexuality is fluid.

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The thing about sexuality is that its fluid.

For Yoongi it seems to be at least.

Nothing else could explain why when Taehyung decided she would go by Taehee instead, Yoongi and Jeongguk stayed by her side. 

Jeongguk has always been a raging bisexual, shy whenever a girl is around and bratty with everyone else. Accepting and staying with Taehee wasn’t an issue for him. They were all aware of that.

It wasn’t an issue for Yoongi either, not really anyway.

When Taehee came out, Yoongi was still as in love with her as he always had been. He still wanted to be with her in every way they had been together already. Taehee and her body had changed, but Yoongi’s feelings and desires hadn’t.

Even now, whenever he thinks of his partners, a golden warmth envelops him whole. His love for them transcends many things and it always will.

Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way.

[heungshinso]

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[montlove1]

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[qobiin]

even in the light of day, your name stays

pairings: stoncy, steve & the party

genre: angst, fluff | canon-compliant, abo au

warnings: swearing, abo dynamics, implied sexual content, mentioned ruts and heats, canon typical violence, billy being an a-hole

word count: 10810

summary: Steve isn’t a normal alpha.

Steve isn't a normal alpha.

He knows this well, has never thought of it as a hindrance when it came to navigating the social hierarchy he was suddenly thrust into as soon as he began middle school. It didn't bother him much either when his parents stopped returning from business trips and conferences as he got older. Really, he was just glad to have a den all to himself where unfamiliar scents could no longer taint his territory.

He has never had a pack before. This too is a fact he steadfastly ignored up until high school. He is still determined to build one from the ground up as soon as he graduates and is therefore old enough to do so without gossip and rumors somehow traveling back to his parents. Carol and Tommy H. seem all too willing to be his after all, but sadly, he knows it has never been what his instincts truly wanted. Really, it isn't until Nancy Wheeler flounces into his life that Steve’s alpha instincts finally dare to grace him with their presence.

Steve’s inner alpha instincts have been but a stranger to him almost all his life. His father had seldom shared any insight of the behavior of a proper alpha, but seeing as money continues to be deposited into the bank account his mother had set up for him at age eleven, he supposes he isn't fucking up enough to enrage him at least.

Mostly, Steve learned what was expected of alphas by paying attention to body language, social cues, and reading between the lines when people would compare him to other alphas. He may not be the brightest or most devoted student when it comes to books and learning, but people are easy to understand. People he gets even when he doesn't get why his parents never really loved him the way he knows that they should have.

Sometimes, his alpha instincts want to rip and tear and deny anything that is provided by his parents. To hate them with all the ire and discontent that he can manage because he knows he deserves better than the dismal, pathetic attempts of affection they have given him thus far. But they are his parents regardless and Steve can’t do anything to change what has already come to pass. Better to learn from this instead so he knows what not to do when he has pups of his own one day.

(One day.)

So Steve isn't a normal alpha and that's alright. Even if he doesn't quite understand the importance of pack due to his lack of one, he thinks he might start to understand when he stands in front of Nancy and Jonathan with nothing but a nail-studded, wooden bat in his hands to fend off some monster even he would never be able to think of in his worst nightmares. 

He plants his feet and readies himself to swing as he thinks with enough conviction that he even surprises himself, I dare you to try and touch what’s mine.

And that is, well - that is a train of thought his alpha instincts quite like. Claiming these two as his.

Even after all the wounds and blood have been cleaned and wiped away, when the danger is no longer imminent, Steve can’t quite get the thought out of his head.

On one hand, he is vastly horrified at the thought of claiming someone unaware without even giving them the chance to deny him, but on the other, he knows that whether they accept being his or not, he will be theirs.

So he leaves Carol and Tommy H. behind, knowing that they will hold fury for him for being left adrift with no alpha or the safety net of a pack he is sure neither of them would actually be happy in. It isn't easy, not after all the years Steve has spent with them, but none of them are the same children they used to be anymore. If he was going to be honest, Steve should have left them at the first sign of their disapproval of Nancy because all it really led up to was a fistfight in the alley beside the movie theatre with an omega that Steve couldn't even will himself to physically harm and the pain in Nancy’s eyes when he insulted her.

So he apologizes first to Nancy and reassures her of the fact that he doesn't expect her forgiveness or her love. She gives it to him anyway, even though he knows she is deep in grief over Barbara. And Steve can't blame her for that. He learned a lot about what an alpha was supposed to do by paying close attention to Barbara ever since she broke a girl’s nose for pulling Nancy’s hair back in elementary school.

He accepts it with grace nevertheless, always making sure that he is gentle when he scents and comforts her on the days that she misses Barbara so much it is difficult for her to even breathe.

Not soon after he apologizes to Nancy, he does the same to Jonathan. He is more than sure of the omega not wanting anything to do with him, but Jonathan accepts his apology easily enough. He thanks Steve for the camera he gets him for Christmas to replace the one he broke before and accepts the offer of sitting with him and Nancy during lunch as well.

By the time New Year's passes and school starts up again, Nancy and Jonathan are constant fixtures by Steve’s side. He knows this isn't without consequence considering that many others also wished to be potential future pack mates of Steve’s, but if anyone wants to harm what is his, they’ll have to go through him first. Whether it be monsters or high schoolers, Steve is prepared to face them all down in order to keep those who are his safe.

Steve makes this known well enough, not caring of the glares and whispers that trail after him when he leans against Jonathan’s locker to flirt with him in the hallways or when he and Nancy drive to and from school together in his car every day. He doesn't care what others think anymore. His inner alpha will only be happy with these two by his side and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone lead him astray again.

Not too soon after his eighteenth birthday though, Steve falls into his first rut.

It doesn't surprise him really considering his recent surge in overprotective instincts and the fact that his father called him up on his actual birthday to tell him he left him the house in his name and will continue with the monthly deposits until he graduates. His mom doesn't call him at all, but that's okay since he last talked to her when he was fourteen anyway and has long since given up hope of hearing from her ever again.

He is a legal adult with a den that is entirely his own with enough money to support him and a growing pack for many years to come. Altogether, it isn't hard to imagine why his body decided to follow suit and mature as quickly as the rest of him did.

Steve is lucky that his rut starts on Friday night. Ultimately, it means he won't have to miss school and what he considers crucial times with those he wants to claim as his mates in the future. He calls Nancy soon after his rut begins, letting her know that he won't be available to hang out this weekend and if she could please pass the message along to Jonathan that would be great, thank you. He knows better than to call an omega, matured or not, during his rut. There is no telling what he could say or do that might convince Jonathan to come over and help him through it and Steve would rather that his omega stay as far away from the situation as he can until it has passed.

Of course, that doesn't work out because Saturday afternoon finds him waking up to Nancy and Jonathan leaning over him on his bed. He locked himself in his bedroom soon after he got off the phone with Nancy and has been jerking off for hours now, nothing bringing him any release. As soon as he realizes who his company is, he starts to panic thinking of what his rut-induced hazed might make him do to Jonathan, but his inner alpha remains calm. He wonders for a moment why they can't quite meet his eye until he looks down and notices that he is naked. He pulls on a pair of boxers and a long-sleeved shirt that hangs low over his hips before he lets Nancy drag him downstairs.

Oddly, he feels completely in control of his actions while they are there.

Nancy heats up the soup she brought on his stove that he rarely ever uses and says nothing about his absent parents. Jonathan keeps staring at him while he eats, his eyes tracking Steve's every movement like he has to make sure that the alpha actually finishes his food or it will otherwise be the end of the world. The soup is nice and Nancy left more for him to devour later in the pot, he just has to remember to heat it up and eat it. Hopefully, he can manage that.

His rut shouldn't last long anyway. He started last night and it's been over an entire day now. He might have to miss school on Monday if his rut lasts for the customary three days he has heard older alphas complain about at the bars Steve sneaks into from time to time. He doesn't think he will, but that's a whole lot different from knowing after all.

Steve eats and he thanks Nancy first, then Jonathan before he puts the bowl in the sink and starts to wash it. Jonathan butts him out of the way and cleans the bowl and spoon Steve just used himself, handing it off to Nancy to dry. Steve finds himself blinking stupidly at his outstretched hands, not quite understanding what happened but not upset with the turn of events either.

By then, it becomes clear to Steve that he isn't going to hurt those he means to claim as his mates even during his rut, although he would still rather they not be here at all.

Even though it isn’t the main aspect of his attention, he can feet his rut running its course through him, the need to get off shimmering just beneath his skin. It is easy to ignore with Nancy ordering him about and Jonathan quietly taking some of the weight off his shoulders. Steve grabs a glass and fills it with orange juice from his fridge, handing over a water bottle to Nancy and grabbing another glass for Jonathan when he thinks of how bad of a host he has been to his guests. His mother would probably yell at him for close to an hour about shirking his duties and failing to be cordial to the potential investors she always invited over for social gatherings when he was a kid.

She isn't here anymore though and she will probably never come back. Steve finds that he is oddly okay with this fact. He has a house, he has money, always more than enough food in the kitchen, and he knows without asking that he will also have a pack within due time as well.

Nancy and Jonathan leave soon after they clean up the kitchen and Steve allows relief to wash over him as they put their coats back on by the door.

Although he soon finds out that he shouldn't have when after Nancy hugs him goodbye, Jonathan leans in to do the same and Steve's nose is assaulted by the scent of a nearly mature omega. He whines low in the back of his throat, stepping back quickly to put distance between them. Jonathan blinks at him in surprise, his face flushing a light pink when he realizes what just happened. Steve motions frantically for them to leave, his rut already making a sudden reappearance. He shoves his shirt awkwardly over his crotch, not caring in the least about how obvious he is being and whines again when Jonathan's eyes flicker down at the motion. Nancy tugs the distracted omega out the door and rolls her eyes at Steve before the door shuts.

Steve thanks any diety that may be out there for the gift that is Nancy Wheeler.

  On Sunday night, his rut ends, the last dregs of his aggressive libido quickly being overtaken by his returned appetite and thirst. In the kitchen, there is enough soup left in the pot Nancy brought to tide him over until he can go out and buy more groceries. He calls Jonathan first, dialing the Wheeler's house phone number when no one at the Byers' picks up.

"Come with me to buy groceries, please?" is the first thing Steve says when Mr. Wheeler hands the phone to Nancy.

"Are you fine to be out so soon?" Nancy asks, and even without being able to see her, Steve can tell that she is frowning.

Steve takes stock of his body, sure of the fact that he'll need to shower again before he leaves his den. His elbows and knees feel wobbly, his stomach already grumbling again for more food. His thighs and crotch are sensitive, but all in all, Steve is in great shape if a little dizzy from the lack of activity that didn't involve his dick.

"I'm fine," Steve finally manages to respond. "Hungry, but I'm fine. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

Nancy scoffs and Steve smiles as he envisions her rolling her eyes at him. "I'm coming. Have you called Jonathan?"

"Yep. Called the Byers first, but no one was home."

"Alright. I'll see you in a few?"

Steve nods before he remembers that she can't see it. "See you soon, Nance."

And then, before his courage can fail him, he says, "Love you."

Nancy doesn't even hesitate before she says it back and hangs up.

  In the following week, Nancy manages to corral both Jonathan and Steve together to inform them that she is tired of all their dancing around and would like to be on the same page with both her mates.

Steve feels weightless when Jonathan agrees and they both turn to look at him expectantly.

He doesn't feel like he's flying until Jonathan and Nancy both take to holding his hands in the school hallways for everyone else to see though.

  The week before Jonathan's eighteenth birthday, Nancy drags Jonathan to him with an irritated look on her face and demands him to help Jonathan through his first heat.

Steve is, understandably, confused about the request and has half a mind to decline just on principle because it doesn't seem like Jonathan is the one who wants that. At least, until Jonathan shakes off Nancy's hold and asks Steve himself.

Again, Steve thinks of declining because while the three of them are no strangers to sex with one another, Steve and Jonathan have never actually fooled around without Nancy somehow being involved or in the same room as them. He accepts anyway because Nancy made him read up on omega heat cycles the month before and assured him that when his ruts and Jonathan's heats started syncing up in the future, she would be there for them without a doubt.

So he agrees and forgets about it until two days after Jonathan's eighteenth birthday when his omega presents in the middle of Gym class and he almost gives Steve a heart attack in the process.

Steve has just passed the basketball when Jonathan is suddenly behind him, hands twisted into the fabric of Steve's sweaty gym shirt.

"Hey, man. What's up?" Steve asks. It's not like Jonathan to initiate physical contact unless he's feeling threatened, so Steve is ready for any number of things to come out of Jonathan's mouth except what actually falls out.

"I think my heat is starting," Jonathan mumbles into the back of his neck, hot breath fanning across Steve's neck, raising goosebumps. "Need to get out of here, Alpha."

Steve was already inclined to get Jonathan far away from any other alpha that could possibly try and take advantage of him but with the title and the encompassing smell of Jonathan's heat fanning around him, Steve is fighting not to haul Jonathan over his shoulder and make a break for the nearest bathroom. He clenches his fists instead and glares at Tom who is sniffing the air and slowly turning in their direction. Steve maneuvers them until Jonathan is stuck to his side, a possessive arm around his waist as he drags him off the court towards their Gym teacher, Coach Jackson before Steve can start growling at any alpha who looks at them sideways.

Already he can feel the pheromones rolling off him, daring anybody to come near so he can tear their fucking heads off. Steve would like to see someone try and touch what's his without their permission.

"Jonathan and I need to leave," Steve huffs out as soon as Coach has shifted his attention on them. "He just presented."

Coach waves them off. "I'll cause a distraction. Go."

Steve nods and does as he's told, hauling Jonathan towards the locker room to get them changed back into their clothes before they go looking for Nancy. Nancy will know what to do because Steve certainly does not.

"Do you want to take a cold shower?" Steve murmurs once the locker door has clanged shut behind them.

Jonathan shakes his head. "Can we just go, please? I can feel it starting soon, Alpha."

Steve shivers at the title. "Sure. Let's just grab our stuff, find Nance, and then we'll leave. You know what class she has right now?"

"Trigonometry with Miss Jean," Jonathan answers dutifully.

"Great. She loves me, I can definitely get Nancy out if we need her." Steve pauses then, glancing back at Jonathan who is leaning against the lockers while Steve shoves his clothes into his backpack. "Do we need her?"

Jonathan flushes under his gaze. "Not really? Unless you want her to be there."

Steve frowns. "Do you want her to be there?"

"Only if you two are okay with it."

"We'll go with whatever she decides to do then. What's your locker combination?"

Jonathan doles out his combination, his brow furrowed as he concentrates on giving the correct answer. Steve quickly grabs Jonathan's belongings and shrugs one of the straps of his backpack onto his other shoulder so he's carrying both of theirs. He helps Jonathan stand up, not liking the hazy look that is starting to encroach on Jonathan's vision and guides them out of the locker room, steadily leading them towards Miss Jean's classroom. The hallways are, thankfully, empty so it only takes a few minutes more for them to reach their destination.

"Stay here," Steve shoots over his shoulder as Jonathan leans against the wall, eyes clearing for a moment as he nods in response.

Steve takes a deep breath just as he grips the doorknob, painting his most charming smile onto his face as he opens the classroom door. Miss Jean is, at first, a bit miffed by his presence but easily swayed by his request nonetheless and before Steve knows it, Nancy is brushing past him into the hallway. She immediately darts to Jonathan's side, brushing her cheek against his in welcome as Steve closes the classroom door and joins them quickly.

"What's going on?" Nancy asks, her wide eyes flickering between her mates.

"Jonathan presented. His heat is gonna start soon," Steve answers in Jonathan's stead, his hand subconsciously wrapping around his omega's nape.

Nancy nods, some of her panic bleeding away. "Alright. I have some stuff in my locker stashed away for this. I didn't know when you would present, but I thought it best to be prepared, just in case."

Steve worries his bottom lip when Jonathan doesn't even glare at Nancy's words, only rolls his eyes and leans further into Steve's space. "How long have you had that?"

"Since last week," Nancy shrugs. "I can't skip school again, so I'll meet you at the den after. Take what you need from my locker though. You remember the combination, right?"

"12-4-23," Jonathan recites.

Steve huffs out a relieved sigh, wincing when he looks up to find Nancy's knowing gaze on him.

"You'll be fine for a few hours," Nancy assures them both though her eyes remain on Steve. "I don't mind being there, but I'm not really needed. Just take care of each other until I can do it instead."

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard," Steve scoffs, a teasing grin spread across his face. "Can you believe this, Jonathan? Nancy thinks we don't need her."

Jonathan smiles, his eyes hazy once more but still present for the most part. "Biggest lie."

Nancy laughs as she shakes her head at them, quickly kissing them both before she steps back. "Go. I'll make sure to bring groceries because I'm sure you're almost out again, Steve."

Steve doesn't even bother denying that and continues to smile, waving at her as his beta ducks back into the classroom. Jonathan shifts beside him, tearing his gaze away from the door.

"Nancy's locker is on the way to the office, so we'll get what we need quickly and then sign out. Do you want me to call your mom?" Steve asks as he leads them down the hallway again.

"Nancy should do it," Jonathan mutters, only stumbling once during their trek. "She explains things the best. Plus, my mom still doesn't completely trust you.

Steve presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. "That's just hurtful."

But at Nancy's locker, when he's shoving a box of knot condoms into his backpack, he pretends to be in the midst of deciding whether to grab the second box or not when he asks, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Jonathan replies without hesitation. "You don't have to do this."

Steve closes Nancy's locker and zips his backpack closed, hauling Jonathan into his side again as they walk to the office. "I would be honored to help you through your first heat."

Jonathan doesn't speak again until after Steve has signed them out and ushered them to his car, eyes set forward as Steve drives them to the den. "Are you going to claim me?"

"Only if you want me to," Steve replies after his shock has worn off and he is suddenly grateful for the lack of cars on the road with them. "And only if Nancy green lights it. We'll both be too focused on your heat to think clearly and she's always been the most level-headed out of the three of us."

Jonathan hums but doesn't say anything else on the matter. Steve decides to take his silence as agreement and focuses on driving safely, his blood boiling as Jonathan's scent grows heavier and sweeter in the confines of the car.

Steve parks as quickly as he can and helps ease Jonathan out, grabbing their backpacks before he leads them up the path to the front door. Jonathan slumps against the wall as Steve unlocks the door and lets himself be shuffled inside, slowly slipping his shoes off.

"You okay?" Steve asks when Jonathan stands, blinking at the coat rack for a moment after getting his shoes off. "Do you want to take a bath or something?"

Jonathan shakes his head and Steve gulps when he turns to look at him, his brown eyes glazed over completely now. "I'm leaking. I can feel it."

"I know." Steve nods dumbly, rifling through his backpack for the box of condoms before he drops it beside the coat rack. "I can smell it."

"Alpha," Jonathan whines, the sound high-pitched and filled with desire. "Too hot."

Steve takes a deep breath to steady himself and instantly regrets it as his nose is assaulted by the scent of Jonathan's heat. It's mouthwatering, to say the least. Jonathan smells like vanilla and spice, something like leather underlying everything. Steve has honestly never found any of these scents arousing on their own, but now as they are being pumped out together into the air around him, he finds himself straining and itching to get out of his clothes.

He can only imagine how Jonathan is feeling though.

"Do you want to make a nest?" Steve asks, not understanding how he can speak so calmly when all he wants to do is press Jonathan into the wall and rut against him.

Jonathan shakes his head, hands twisting around the hem of his gym shirt.

"Okay," Steve does his best to reassure him, grasping Jonathan's shoulders before he can stop himself and leaning down to catch his omega's gaze. "Tell me what you need."

"Just you," Jonathan tells him, his face slowly flushing a bright red. "Please, Alpha."

Steve nods and reaches down to where Jonathan is now desperately tugging at his shirt. "I'll take care of you. Let's get you upstairs and out of these clothes, huh?"

Jonathan surges into his space in response, nose buried in the small space where Steve's jaw meets his throat. He nuzzles his face there, scenting Steve to make his intentions all the more clear. Steve can't help but to swallow thickly, his inner alpha rising to the surface again with Jonathan so willing and close.

He does them both a favor and sweeps Jonathan into his arms, carrying him up the stairs to his bedroom. There he kicks the door shut behind them and deposits his omega on the bed. The seat of Jonathan's shorts is soaked, his slick smelling so sweet that Steve is strangely reminded of honey. Jonathan whines as he steps away from the bed to set the box of condoms atop his bedside drawer, but Steve shushes him with a chaste kiss that soon has the alpha tumbling into the sheets with his omega.

Jonathan's movements are more uncoordinated than usual, his need for Steve growing as the seconds tick by. Steve takes his time though, carefully ridding them of their clothing before their bare skin slides together and Jonathan gasps into his mouth, neck arching in a way that exposes his scent gland. Even in the midst of his first heat, Jonathan is still submitting to him without even knowing it.

Steve spares himself a moment to take in the beautiful sight underneath him before Jonathan pulls him back down and they are lost to one another again.

By the time Nancy arrives, Jonathan is sound asleep and Steve is cleaning them both up gently in order to not wake the omega.

"Groceries are downstairs. I brought your homework too, by the way," Nancy says when she steps into the bedroom. "How is he?"

Steve tosses the condom and its wrapper into the trash can by his desk, glad that he had enough forethought to put his boxers back on first. "Good now, I think. I'm not sure. I've never really done this before."

Nancy comes further into the room, fingers gliding across Jonathan's forehead as she walks closer. "Neither has he. Don't worry so much about it. I wouldn't let you get this wrong."

And maybe any other alpha would snarl and beat submission out of Nancy for saying something like that, but Steve only feels relief as he smiles at her. Nancy would never guide him wrong, not even to mess with him for her own entertainment. She knows exactly how much he doubts his decisions and knowledge half the time and while she can be cut-throat when the situation calls for it, she has always rushed to assure him when he needed it. She is always the first to defend him when it seems like someone is on the verge of confirming his self-doubts.

Really, it shouldn't surprise him so much that he loves her with all he has. If anything, he is surprised that she loves him back despite his many faults.

"Have you called Joyce?" Nancy asks quietly, her soft voice drawing him out of his thoughts.

Steve wraps his arm around her when she stops by his side, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Jonathan wanted you to do it because she doesn't really trust me yet."

"She'll get there," Nancy assures him, palm resting lightly on his jaw. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," Steve admits with a grin.

Nancy nods her head as she smiles back. "Good. I'll make something light so Jonathan can eat too."

"Sounds great, Nance," Steve replies.

Nancy kisses him quickly before she steps out of his embrace and leaves the room after pressing her hand briefly to Jonathan's shoulder. Steve watches her go, unable to fight the besotted smile he's sure is stretched wide across his face right now.

Jonathan stirs once she returns, two plates laden with sandwiches and chips in hand. Nancy hands him the regular ham and cheese sandwich he has always favored and sets the turkey and swiss one down on the bedside table before climbing into the bed to kiss Jonathan properly. Steve watches them as he eats, smiling to himself as Nancy wraps the blanket around Jonathan until he's swaddled in it, uncaring of his nudity. She coaxes him into taking bites of his food, murmuring soft words of encouragement that Steve echoes, his cheeks stuffed full of food. Nancy grimaces every time Steve opens his mouth while he’s chewing until she finally picks up a pillow and throws it at his head. Steve grins as he dodges the pillow, laughing when Nancy scowls at him and picks up another pillow threateningly. Jonathan ignores them, the blanket sagging down his shoulders as his eyes begin to glaze over again.

Steve finishes his food first and helps Nancy get Jonathan to finish most of his before she leaves the room again to call the Byers. She leaves soon after, the keys to Steve's car in hand so she can pick up Will and take him back to the Wheeler's for a sleepover while Joyce works the nightshift.

Jonathan is coherent enough to want to talk to Will though so Steve brings him down to the kitchen and dials the number, handing the phone off when Will answers.

After Jonathan hangs up, he sinks to his knees and looks up at Steve with enough heat in his gaze to burn. It doesn't honestly surprise Steve that he gives in so easily to Jonathan's every whim, but he still never thought they would do something like this in the kitchen of all places.

Or the living room. Or the kitchen table he never uses. The stairs. The bathroom. The damn hallway when Steve is returning back to the bedroom only to find Jonathan desperately crawling past the door in search of him.

Jonathan's heat lasts for four days and leaves them both sore and exhausted by the time the last dregs have been wrung from his system. Nancy visits them often to make sure they remember to eat and drink water. She changes the sheets while they shower and brings the second box of condoms when the first box is near empty. She draws them a bath and changes the sheets again when the heat is over, already running a load in the washing machine when they finally emerge from the bathroom in fluffy bathrobes Steve doesn't remember buying.

"So, now that that's over with," Nancy announces as they fall into the sheets. "Claiming. Are we going to do that or not?"

Steve flaps a hand at her. "Too tired right now for that conversation. Later."

Jonathan nods beside him, his eyes already drooping closed. "Later."

Nancy shakes her head at them, fond amusement clear on her face. "Let's take a nap. I call middle."

"Whatever you want," Steve and Jonathan murmur simultaneously, shifting to make room for their beta.

Steve falls asleep easily with his mates beside him.

  "No."

"Come on, man," Steve whines. "It's not a big deal."

Jonathan curls his lip at him in anger. "Fuck you. I'm not taking your charity."

Steve groans, burying his face in his hands. "This isn't charity, asshole. This is me providing for my mate."

"That doesn't include my family!"

"Yes, it does! You're a package deal!" Steve shouts back, already exhausted with this conversation. "Do you honestly think that you could ever be mates with someone who didn't care about your mom and brother? Do you think that I don't care about them too? That I want them to struggle while I have all this stupid money that I don't even need? I can give it to you instead, to people I care about who do need it."

Jonathan snarls at him, stepping back to put space between them. "They are not your responsibility! We don't need some alpha's pity!"

Steve steps back as well, not wanting to crowd his upset omega, just wanting this argument to be over with already. "This is not pity. I know your dad was an awful alpha, but I'm not him, Jonathan. I want to help. It is an alpha's job to provide for their mates and pack. Your dad was more than wrong to abandon you guys like he did and I'm not a normal alpha, I know that, but I'll be a horrible one just like him if I can't even do this."

"If I can't provide for you and your family, then what good am I?" Steve speaks into the shocked silence between them.

Jonathan sucks in a deep breath as the fight visibly leaves him, shoulders slumping and fists uncurling. He looks as tired as Steve feels and still upset, but not mindlessly angry anymore. Steve cautions a step forward, then another when Jonathan doesn't stop him and another until he's close enough to wrap his omega in his arms and hold him tight. Jonathan melts into his embrace, leaning so his weight is being held up by Steve.

"You're plenty good, you idiot," Jonathan finally breaks the silence with, his voice hoarse but words sure.

Steve knows he shouldn't push his luck, know that he should concede and never bring this up again. He also knows that his conscience would never let him be if he did just that though.

"Let me take care of you and your family," Steve murmurs, face buried in Jonathan's hair so his words are muffled, but clear nonetheless. "I can't stand seeing you guys struggle so much while I just have shit handed to me. Please, let me do this for you guys."

Jonathan thumps his head against Steve's chest and groans, "I need to talk with my mom about this first. Don't expect anything though. I got my stubbornness from her."

Steve laughs, elation making him feel weightless. "Of course, baby. Take all the time you guys need to come to a decision. I can wait."

"Not a baby," Jonathan mutters darkly, pinching Steve's arms when the alpha only chuckles. "Stop that. I am not a baby."

"Oh, but you're my baby. You and Nancy both," Steve coos, smiling as Jonathan tips his head back to level him with a glare. "That's fine, right?"

Jonathan frowns, shrugging after another moment has passed. "I guess."

Steve grins and dips down to kiss him before Jonathan can say anything else.

  Apart from when the world as he knew it was torn apart by the appearance of monsters and the Upside-Down, Steve has never felt anger take control of his emotions to such intense degrees as most other alphas do.

He has witnessed them plenty growing up, considering that they were the equivalent of a temper tantrum back in elementary school. Now, they aren't as common since it means that alpha lacks control and no one wants an alpha who is prone to anger and violence after all. Of course, in certain situations (like life-threatening ones) these fits are acceptable which is the only reason Steve hasn't gone to Chief Hopper and demanded to be forced into his submission after the one fit he ever had in his life.

Steve has never felt threatened by one of these fits overcoming him until Billy Hargrove crashed into the Hawkins High School social hierarchy on one chilly Autumn morning.

By this point, Steve hasn't cared about his position in the hierarchy for over a year now. He knows he isn't the top dog anymore like he used to be back when it was just him, Tommy H. and Carol. He also knows that whatever his position may be, it isn't going to stop him from doing what he wants with his mates.

It is strange but not unheard of for an alpha to have more than one mate at the same time and while most are not happy about who exactly Steve’s mates are, no one is going to go up against him about it. An alpha decides who their mate is and if their mate accepts, then the bond is unbreakable. Steve claimed both Nancy and Jonathan and they wear his Claiming Bite with pride to the envy of a surprisingly large amount of people. Objectively, Steve knew that he was the top dog mostly for his looks, but he hadn't realized that so many people were vain enough that they would have accepted being his mate simply because he was physically attractive. Steve is more than blessed to have mates who want him for him.

Still, Steve's social standing took a major hit as soon as he claimed Jonathan as his and the day Billy arrives is the same day he decides to rub that into Steve's face. He honestly doesn't give a shit about it but Jonathan doesn't feel the same. It's taken months for Steve to finally convince his omega that the Claiming Bite wasn't out of some mistaken feeling of pity for an ugly omega no one would ever want. Nancy's expression soured at Jonathan's self-deprecating words, but she let Steve handle the conversation instead of stepping in and slapping some sense into their omega's head like she obviously wanted to.

So Steve keeps himself between Billy and Jonathan the entire day, not allowing the beta's acidic words to be hurled at one of his mates. Jonathan is especially sensitive today with his heat due to start the following week after all and Steve doesn't want to risk the chance of the situation blowing out of proportion.

Conflict seems like it was always meant to be when Billy sneers past Steve's shoulder and says, "It's a wonder I can even smell the heat on your omega, Harrington. I thought the only reason you even picked him is because he can't give you pups but will spread his legs for you and your real mate at any time. Isn't that all he's good for anyway? A good fuck like the ugly slut he is."

Steve isn't proud of the rage simmering in his veins or the way a growl tears its way up his throat and past his lips. Or the menacing step he takes in Billy's direction, intent on tearing his tongue right out of his mouth for insinuating that Steve values one of his mates over the other or that he would ever give someone his Claiming Bite just for the sex they happen to share. He isn't proud of the different scenarios running through his mind lightning-quick that all result in Billy either being badly injured or dead by his hand.

What he is proud of though is how quickly he calms down when Jonathan grabs his arm and pulls him down the hallway, away from the loud cackling that makes Billy sound like he just lost his sanity. Considering what Steve was just thinking about, Billy is lucky he didn't lose something more important.

"Calm down," Jonathan murmurs to him.

Steve doesn't feel like he can, not with the lingering wisps of anger floating around in his system or Billy's awful words echoing in his head, but he inhales deeply and tries his best to not rip out of Jonathan's grasp and maul Billy anyway. For Jonathan and for himself both. He can't let some arrogant jackass be the reason he loses both his control and his mates.

Nancy finds them soon after, her brow crumpling with worry as soon as she catches a glimpse of Steve's face. Steve opens his mouth to give her a brief rundown of what just happened, but all she does is take his other arm and leads them into an abandoned classroom where she kisses him until he completely forgets about why he was upset in the first place.

  He doesn't know how he ends up being the one taking care of these shitheads, but he does his best to keep them in line anyway.

They may try their best to act older than what they actually are, but to Steve, they're nothing but unruly pups. Unruly and difficult pups that he has to keep an eye on.

Mike, he has a vague understanding of how to mind considering Nancy is one of his mates and all, but it doesn't do much of anything to keep all of them in line. Even though he knows that it should because even with having an un-presented alpha in their midsts, they all look to Mike for direction as their leader. Dustin, the alpha in question is dorky and a bit of an asshole but Steve thinks he could grow to like him with time. The redhead, Max, is a beta too and a bit at odds with Mike it seems but not enough to cause strife in their circle. Lucas, however, is an omega like Will and just as much of an asshole as Dustin is but serious and well-adjusted for his age as far as Steve can tell. Mike keeps mentioning another girl, El, while they wait at the Byers' house and he wants to run out into the night and do what they can, but Steve keeps them there which inevitably ends with Mike sulking. As soon as it becomes clear that Mike isn't about to go gallivanting off in the woods though, the other pups settle down as well.

Steve doesn't understand the dynamic being presented to him right now, but considering he and Jonathan do the same thing when it comes to Nancy, he's starting to believe it's just a Wheeler-thing instead of a pack-thing. Or, at least, he hopes that is the case. He wouldn't honestly know considering his pack right now consists of him, his mates, and the other Byers as pack-adjacent anyway.

He thinks he might start to understand it when Billy shows up and shoves his way into the house. Steve is, at first, all for letting him take Max home because she will be safe, away from all this craziness since Billy wouldn't be looking for her if he didn't care about her. His opinion on the matter changes quickly when she panics as his car comes up the drive, fear clear in her stance and scent. Her eyes find his and Steve feels his alpha instincts bristle at the terror in her gaze and the silent plead she is directing at him, the way the three boys around her take up defensive positions without having to think about it. He can tell that she isn’t afraid of getting in trouble, but rather afraid of what will happen to her for getting in trouble.

So he steps out to meet the beta as he parks in the dirt driveway and pretends like he has no idea who Max even is. He can admit that he's still angry with Billy about the bullshit he said about Jonathan and he takes a strange satisfaction in fooling him so easily until Billy directs his attention back over his shoulder where Steve can clearly see those idiot pups in the window, Max's fiery hair standing out like a beacon in the dark.

Steve doesn't even have the chance to defend himself before Billy knees him hard in the crotch and shoves him to the ground, kicking him in the ribs and back before he runs up the steps and forces the front door open. It's such a dirty, cheap shot but it works and Steve struggles to stand up, his ribs burning with every breath he takes. He is more than sure of the fact that his ribs will have to be taped, but any injuries he has now are pushed to the back of his head as Lucas' scent rises to greet him, laced with panic and fear. Billy's voice then rings out as Steve manages to push the door open with his shoulder, anger already replacing the pain and wariness from before.

What Steve finds leaves him shocked, stunned that a boy - no, a man. Billy is his age, Steve reminds himself viciously - so much bigger and stronger than Lucas would hurt him, a child omega who has done nothing wrong. The other three pups are standing by the kitchen doorway, watching in horror and yelling with fright as Billy shoves Lucas against a cabinet hard enough for its contents to fall off the shelves. Lucas grunts in pain, kneeing Billy in the groin as the beta did to Steve earlier so Billy will be forced to step back and let him go.

Steve is only torn out of his motionless state when Billy moves to advance again, hate and anger clear in his scent.

Later, the kids will tell him of the deafening Alpha Roar he released before advancing and tearing into Billy with enough maliciousness to terrify them at night. At that moment though, all Steve can think about is the fact that someone just harmed one of his pups and is planning to do it again and Steve will not let that stand.

He was trusted with the safety of these pups, these kids trying to play big in a world that only wants to crush them and he will not allow someone to hurt them. How is he meant to be trusted with their care again if he allows something like this to happen right in front of him? What kind of alpha - no, no, no. What kind of person would he be if he allowed a child to be harmed while under his care?

(Not much of a person at all if you ask him.)

So he ducks and dodges Billy's hits as much as he can, anger making him lash out with his own fists to strike Billy across the jaw, the center of his stomach, and around his nose. The beta manages to catch him in the side again, Steve's ribs flaring up with enough pain to make him falter. Billy takes advantage of his hesitance, darting forward to catch him square in the face. Pain explodes around his eyes and nose, blood dripping over his lips as he clumsily strikes back, intent on keeping the man away from his pups.

Billy falls to the floor after Steve's knuckles scrape his jaw and Steve kicks him in the ribs to keep him down, wiping the back of his hand under his nose as an afterthought. Confident that the fight is now over, he turns his back on the beta and holds his arms out to Lucas who is still standing in front of the cabinet, shaking like a leaf. He may be angry as all hell, but he doesn't want Lucas to think that anger is directed at him.

"Hey, pup," Steve says, his voice pitched low while he forces himself to move slowly. He doesn't want the pup to be scared of him and after what just happened, Steve isn't sure he could handle that. "It's alright. You're okay."

Lucas takes a hesitant step towards him before he freezes, eyes blowing wide as his gaze locks onto something behind him. Steve only has enough time to recognize the scared expression on Lucas' face and the panicked cries of the other pups before something shatters against his head and he stumbles forward. A foot connects with the back of his knee and he falls, slumping onto his side as his vision turns dizzy. His head pounds and he can vaguely recognize the pup's shouting and a large, deafening thunk against the floor that makes Steve wince, but he can't actually focus on one specific thing.

As much as he doesn't want to, he fades into unconsciousness with the echoes of his pups' cries ringing in his ears.

  Of course, the pups take that chance to leave the relative safety of the Byers' house (which admittedly, has never been that safe, to begin with).

Steve should probably count himself lucky that they take him with them, but all he really feels is confusion and a pounding headache that makes his head spin when he wakes up in the backseat of his car with Max at the wheel and Dustin shouting in his ear. He feels slight irritation and annoyance as well when they continue to not listen to him as Max parks and they all crawl out in a field before they gear up as best as they can. They descend into a series of tunnels Steve isn't sure how they found actually but refuses to be left behind and follows them down into the darkness.

He could probably have just forced them back to the surface and taken the keys to his car back from Max, but the blow to his head has knocked a few other things around as well. It's hard to focus on the plan - if there even is one - so he sticks close to the pups, holding the bat Jonathan made last year but they all agreed now belongs to Steve securely in his grasp, always half a second away from shifting into a ready stance that will allow him to hash out the most damage. Despite his every instinct telling him not to, he lets Dustin pull ahead and confront Dart, the monster he imprinted on and tried to keep as a pet. Dustin distracts the little monster with food, allowing the others to pass through without being harmed thankfully.

It's dark as all hell and Steve can't make out much of anything, so he's relieved when the walls start to shake and the pups finally kick it into high gear and run back to the opening. Quite frankly, the smell alone is starting to freak him out, but he ignores that and herds them away from the oncoming shrieks he can hear approaching. He pushes Max up first, Lucas following right after her in a rush. Mike makes a pained, choking sound he most likely did not mean to let out as Steve gives him a boost up but he doesn't have the time to demand to see what new injury the pup managed to obtain because, in the next moment, Dustin starts yelling beside him and the pitter-patter of hundreds of feet echoes around them.

"Shit," Steve curses to himself and picks his bat off the ground from where he left it to help the pups up.

Adrenaline courses through him as Steve makes sure to keep Dustin behind him, growling as the monsters (or demodogs, as the pups have taken to calling them) come around the corner and rush at them.

Dustin grips onto the back of his shirt, trembling hard enough for Steve to feel it from that tiny point of contact which only hardens his resolve.

Like before when he stood in front of his mates with nothing but this same bat, he lowers his stance and thinks to himself that he'll die before he lets anything happen to Dustin. Steve tightens his hold on his bat, ready to fight and tear into anything that thinks it has a chance in hell getting past him to hurt his pups.

But the monsters ignore them, curving around them as they run past. Steve, still feeling the effects of his sudden adrenaline, stares at the retreating wave of demodogs in shock, reaching out without thinking to press Dustin close to him so he isn't swept away by the hoard. He snaps back to the moment though when Lucas, Max, and Mike yell at them from the hole, urging them to climb up before it closes.

Steve isn't sure how the hole would close so suddenly but he guesses it has something to do with the Gate they keep talking about. He pushes Dustin and the bat up first before he takes a running leap to catch onto the edges of the opening, his feet dangling beneath him in the open air. Hands grab hold of his arms and drag him up, small hands that Steve never would have guessed could hide such strength.

He collapses next to the hole once he's on solid ground and shifts in alarm as it closes up, dirt drifting together of its own violation. Steve stands, backing away from the terror they just experienced and has only a few seconds to look around and confirm that none of the pups are bleeding or injured before Lucas practically throws himself into Steve's arms.

The omega is shaking, much like he was earlier but Steve wraps an arm around him and sends his protective pheromones out. Back in the cave, no one could really smell much of anything, but in the open air, he knows each pup can smell this from the way the tight lines of their shoulders loosen. Dustin snuggles into his side at the same time Max does and Steve lifts his arms up, holding all three of them to his chest.

He looks up to find Mike staring at them, hesitance clear in his gaze as if he isn't sure if his presence would be welcomed in the group hug. Steve rolls his eyes at the mere thought of that and drags the others with him as they approach Mike, suddenly remembering the noise he had made when Steve helped him up earlier. The other pups shift around until Mike can press himself into the space between Lucas and Dustin and it's all Steve can do to stretch his arms out as wide as they can so no one feels left out.

"It's alright," Steve murmurs to them, not knowing at all if things really are or not but unwilling to voice his doubt when his pups need him. "I've got you."

As loathe as they all are to separate, Steve manages to get them all back into his car and back to the Byers' house. His head starts to pound again halfway back, but he ignores it and focuses on the road.

Logically, Steve is certain he must have a concussion at worst or a cracked rib at best and he shouldn't actually be driving, but he'll be damned if he ever lets Max behind the wheel of his baby again. Luck manages to get them safely back and Steve doesn't even bother parking correctly in the Byers' driveway before he turns off the engine. Dustin and Lucas help Mike up the steps as Steve stumbles in behind them, intent on getting ice for what he's sure is Mike's sprained ankle but freezes when he almost steps on Billy's face.

"Uh," is all Steve manages to say while glancing up to raise a brow in silent question at the pups.

Dustin is the one who answers, all but beaming at Max. "Max stabbed him in the neck with the needle full of drugs and then almost hit him in the crotch. She told him that if he ever messed with her friends again, he would regret it. It was awesome."

Steve shakes his head at the obvious awe in Dustin's voice and instead leans down to grab hold of Billy's arms. "That's cool and all, but I'm leaving him outside. I'm not taking the chance of him waking up and hurting one of my pups again, the asshole."

"Your pups?" Mike asks, his dark eyes pinned on Steve.

"Yes, my pups. After all the crap we just went through tonight, it's obvious I'm stuck with you shitheads," Steve snipes back, uncaring of the fact that he just claimed four middle-schoolers without even talking to their parents first. "If you have a problem with that, well, too bad because I don't care."

He stares back at them, ignoring the pain flashing around his nose and along his ribs. Steve's practically daring them to attest his claim, to convince him that no, this isn't something he or they want in the slightest actually. To his surprise, Mike presents his neck to him in the traditional manner of showing submission and the other three pups follow suit without a thought. Steve nods, not knowing what to say now so he decides to say nothing and instead focuses on getting Billy outside.

Max silently grabs Billy's feet as he starts to tug on his arms and together they manage to drag him onto the porch where they leave him. Steve would probably feel guilty about doing such a thing at any other point in time, but his patience for Billy Hargrove had gone up in smoke the moment he raised a hand against Lucas. He doesn't care if another monster from the Upside-Down somehow manages to find them and eats Billy, he doesn't want him anywhere near his pups.

Back inside, they do their best to patch each other up but Steve doesn't notice all of his own injuries until Nancy and Jonathan burst through the door with Joyce and Will trailing after them.

"What happened?" Steve and Nancy ask at the same time, Jonathan somehow having found himself squished between the two as they cling to one another.

Steve nuzzles them both, hissing when his nose bumps against Jonathan's ear and suddenly, his mates are tilting his face up towards the light, examining him closely. He startles when they both growl, their fingertips gentle against his face as they prod his nose and left eyebrow where butterfly bandages are taped to his itching skin.

"What. Happened." Jonathan demands, his eyes kept on Steve's face as Nancy turns to the pups with her hands on her hips.

Dustin is the one left explaining again, leaving both Steve and Max flustered with how reverent he is in his storytelling. Mike isn't paying much attention to them, much too focused on cuddling the shit out of Will, the small omega admittedly looking the worse for wear even to Steve's blurry vision. Lucas avoids meeting anyone's gaze as Joyce's voice rises in outrage while they argue over what to do with Billy, but Steve hangs back and swings an arm around the pup's shoulders, pulling him close into his side. Joyce quiets once she catches sight of them and it is clear that she isn't unhappy with Lucas in the slightest and doesn't want him to think the opposite so she changes the subject and gets the first aid kit the pups were searching the entire house for but couldn't find to finish cleaning all the cuts and scrapes they collected amongst themselves.

Chief Hopper shows up then, brows furrowed as he carries in a little girl in his arms. His gaze keeps flickering back to the porch before he sets the girl down on the couch and steps back, arms crossed over his chest as he studies everyone else present. Steve ignores the other alpha as best as he can and soon learns that the little girl is the famous El Mike has been waxing poetic about. All Steve really sees is another pup who has been forced to go through too much at her age.

"Is anyone going to tell me why there's a boy passed out on the porch?" Hopper asks in a way that his gruff voice demands everyone's attention.

Steve looks down towards Lucas who is still by his side, suddenly knowing what he has to say to get Lucas to agree to his idea. It will be scary, Steve can guess that much, but it's the right thing to do.

So while the others tell Hopper about what Billy did, Steve leans down and whispers into Lucas' ear until the young omega meets his gaze with a determined glint in his eyes and nods.

"Chief," Lucas cuts into the brewing argument about what to do with Billy, eyes solely focused on the older alpha. "I'd like to press charges."

Steve tunes out for the rest of that conversation and sits on the floor, head spinning again. Most of what happens next, he doesn't remember but he can vaguely recall climbing into Hopper's truck and holding Nancy in his lap with a still unconscious Billy beside him as they drive to the hospital.

Thankfully, Steve only has a mild concussion so he's allowed to leave by morning but Billy is still out cold. Hopper gets two of his deputies to guard the beta's door, the Sinclairs' report on the attack already filed and being worked on back at the police station. Steve is groggy on the drive back to the Byers' house but he doesn't allow himself to fall asleep until he walks in, sees the giant nest Jonathan made with him and the pups in it and lies down beside him with Nancy trailing after him.

Sleep takes him as he finds himself being huddled into by Dustin and Lucas on one side and his mates on the other. Joyce will mostly likely wake him in a few hours to make sure his concussion hasn't made him slip into a coma, but he feels like he could sleep for a year regardless of any interruptions he may receive.

  By the time Steve decides to wake up and stay awake, it is close to noon and the pups are clustered around the kitchen table eating a late breakfast. Nancy and Jonathan are eating at the counter beside Joyce and Hopper but quickly hold out a plate to him and shuffle aside to make enough room for him to eat between them.

Steve has just finished eating when Joyce clears her throat and garners everyone's attention. She then nods her head in Hopper's direction and steps behind him, taking the traditional third position in a pack. Hopper catches his gaze then and tilts his head meaningfully towards the second's position, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in the semblance of a smile.

He might be quick on the uptake but Steve doesn't quite realize that he is now the second in a pack headed by Hopper that includes everyone in the Byers' kitchen until the pups start chattering excitedly between them. They fall silent again when Hopper clears his throat and Jonathan steps into their formation seamlessly, flanking his mom as her second.

By then, the pups cannot keep their excitement to themselves and Steve grins along with them. They're all pack now, after all.

Well, not officially until Lucas' parents thank Steve for his part in what happened with Billy and allow the young omega to be a part of their pack knowing that he will be protected no matter what. Until Dustin's mom bursts into tears when Steve approaches her and she tells him she was worried she was doing everything wrong by the little alpha since she is, of course, only a beta and Dustin doesn't have a father figure nor an alpha figure in his life to guide him. And until the Wheelers admit they don't care too much about having a pack since they are both betas but allow Mike to join their makeshift one anyway.

(No one asks Max's parents, but that's alright too.)

Steve may not be a normal alpha, not by a long shot, what with his absent parents, unfulfilled childhood and lack of a birth pack. His instincts don't control him as much as they do other alphas and he doesn't mind it when others defy or contest him. He's overprotective of pups and doesn't always know what he's supposed to say or do, but that's fine because while standing in the Byers' kitchen with bandages on his face and blood splattered on almost all those present, he thinks he might know what pack is supposed to be after all.

And with that, everything else will solve itself. He is more than sure of that.

a/n: title taken from lee hi’s “no way (ft. g soul)”!

can you really blame me for falling down this hole? can you??? lol um i haven’t watched s3 but i know most of what happens thanks to fanfics and youtube clips so i’m not really against spoilers and such...and ik that billy is “redeemed” in s3, but :) no :) thank :) you :)

i’m also dedicating this to my baby, rachel, who without i never would have finished this lil monster bc big word counts are my sworn enemy. love you, mi amorcito <3

[hungline]

 Be my valentine? 💝 + Kim line?? 😍

a startling development 

pairing: kim line 

genre: fluff, pre-relationship au, rated pg 

warnings: none 

a/n: i hope you like this, husband of mine

words: 292

summary: It’s not what Namjoon expected, but he’ll take it.

+ tag list: @jooneos @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @roseyjongdae @reeneryu @joonsvalentine @smoochkook ✨

“So, there’s an art exhibit downtown on Valentine’s Day if you’d like to go.”

Taehyung doesn’t even bother looking up from his sketchbook. “Can Seokjin come?”

Namjoon feels his brow crumple. Seokjin is Taehyung’s on-and-off-again boyfriend, a man so handsome that Namjoon’s pretty sure he’d be half in love with him too if he wasn’t so head over heels for Taehyung. Namjoon was sure of the fact that Taehyung was now single again, but maybe Jimin meant something different when he told him that Taehyung was interested in him.

“If he wants to,” Namjoon murmurs, wincing when he realizes how desolate he sounds.

“Cool. It’s a date. Wear something nice, I can’t have my dates embarrass me in front of my art friends,” Taehyung replies, tilting his head up to smile at Namjoon after he has finished his sketch.

“D-Dates?” Namjoon stutters, stunned in the face of Taehyung’s bright smile and distracting beauty.

Taehyung’s grin slants at an angle then, his brows furrowing together in thought. “Yeah. You’re cool with polyamory, right? Jiminnie said you were.”

Namjoon blinks stupidly at the younger man until his words register in his brain and all the information he has gathered over the past few months suddenly makes a lot of sense. It seems like all those times Namjoon has seen Taehyung make out with people who were not Seokjin hadn’t been because he was single after all.

Well, Namjoon can work with that.

“Yes!” Namjoon blurts, practically falling over himself to assure Taehyung of his relative coolness. “I’m cool. Totally cool.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the details later then.” Taehyung’s grin softens as he turns back to his sketchbook. “Seokjin’s gonna love you.”

Namjoon flushes, hands tangling together. “I’m sure I’ll love him too.”

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pairing: vmonkook genre: fluff, smut, travel au, bookstore au, vampire au, rated xxx  warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, anal sex, multiple smut scenes, mild swearing, mentions of blood, referenced nightmare  a/n: as part of the #BSCproject held by @btssmutclub in collaboration with group4some. a HUGE thank you to @lovewyself for the beautiful banner and to group4some as a whole for hyping the hell out of this! please check the replies for the link to our collab masterlist and read my group members’ wonderful stories as well 💕💗 you’ll also be able to find the fic playlist linked in the replies as well! 🎶🎵  words: 5002 

summary: When Namjoon and Jeongguk decide to travel to Transylvania, they end up staying long past the summer for one supernatural being with an obsession for strawberries. 

+ tag list: @dimplemono @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @honeymoonjin @reeneryu ✨ 

When they step off the bus with their one piece of luggage and backpacks strapped to them, Jeongguk almost stumbles.

He wasn't expecting the wave of sinister heat that was lurking just outside the air-conditioned windows of the bus to strike him against the face so soon. He knows that in the summer, most places are high in regards to heat, but Namjoon had assured him that it would be tolerable here.

Either Namjoon was wrong, which Jeongguk very much doubts, or an unexpected heatwave struck this town.

Probably a heatwave since Namjoon looks confused about the heat as well. Oh, well. At least the town is pretty and their Airbnb has air conditioning.

Namjoon has an interview lined up at a nearby bookstore, so they pull their luggage between them and walk into town. Brașov has an old-time feel to it, from its swooping architecture and cobbled streets to its cheery air and lacking signs of technology around. Jeongguk doesn't understand much of the language spoken around them, but he's used to that by now.

They have spent the entire summer backpacking around the world. They stopped first in Japan and stayed there for two weeks before they moved on to China. Namjoon cut their stay there short, so they ended up in Europe only a week after that. London was pretty if you could get over the pollution and Paris was even better. But now they are on their last leg of their mini-tour around the world. Transylvania.

Namjoon is a Dracula fanatic and pouts whenever Jeongguk doesn't use Dracula's proper name, but Jeongguk isn't bothered enough to remember it, so. Dracula. Everyone knows who that is anyway.

They stop by the bookstore first. Namjoon follows one of the managers into the back of the shop while Jeongguk waits in the poetry section. The shop is filled to the brim with books; old, new, current, and historical. It isn't your typical Barnes & Nobles, but Jeongguk likes it. Namjoon would thrive here anyway.

Namjoon tends to thrive just about anywhere though.

Jeongguk kicks his feet against the plush red rug underneath his armchair and turns his gaze back towards the surrounding shelves. He can't read most of the titles, but a few are in English and he knows enough of that to understand them at least. In the five countries they visited, Jeongguk's limited knowledge of English came quite handy. Especially, in London.

They saved up as much money as they could which was actually quite plenty thanks to Namjoon's books selling off the shelves as soon as they were published, but Jeongguk insisted they take on jobs during their trip anyway. After all, he doesn't want to coast off Namjoon's money forever and he definitely doesn't want someone to mistake him as Namjoon's sugar baby instead of his long-term boyfriend.

He hums as he reaches out and picks up a tiny collection of poems, browsing through it quickly. Most of the pages have very short poems on them, sometimes with illustrations, but generally without. Jeongguk wonders why this kind of book is on the best-selling shelf and puts it back, staring down at his feet and keeping a steady hand on their suitcase.

There are a few customers walking around in the other shelves, but they don't stray towards the section he finds himself in and wonders if it's because they've read these books already or they find them as interesting as Jeongguk does, which is not at all.

Just as he's contemplating picking another random book off the shelf, Namjoon returns. A bright grin that shows off his dimples has Jeongguk smiling in return before his boyfriend has even uttered a word. He already knows it's good news.

Namjoon keeps a hold on their suitcase as they leave the shop, a skip in his step that wasn't there before. He starts humming a song that Jeongguk vaguely recognizes as Hoody's Sunshine and takes his boyfriend's hand as they continue to walk.

Soon enough, Namjoon is leading them into an apartment building where he spends a few moments talking to the owner before he comes back with a set of keys in hand. Namjoon hadn't blinked an eye at the cost of the apartment they would be staying in for the last month and a half of their vacation, but Jeongguk had later calculated the cost and almost had a heart attack. It was less than half a month's worth of the rent they pay back in Seoul and that was with the utilities they had to pay for on top of that as well.

The apartment is bigger than their own back at home with a washing machine in the kitchen that Jeongguk wants to get his hands on immediately. Namjoon pulls him away though and shows him the two bedrooms, repeating the fact that the manager wouldn't let them get a one-bedroom apartment if he revealed they were a couple. Jeongguk only shrugs, not caring too much since they are bound to end up in different rooms a few nights during their stay anyway.

Namjoon presses a kiss to his forehead then hefts their suitcase onto the bed and Jeongguk loses himself into dividing and organizing their clothes.

Bran Castle broods high up over its surrounding peaks and forests. Jeongguk has to tip his head back impossibly far before he's able to see the very top of the castle.

The bus ride to the castle had lasted far longer than it actually was and Jeongguk almost fell asleep plenty of times aboard. Namjoon had nudged and prodded him each time he began to nod off and Jeongguk world startle awake, leaning heavily onto Namjoon’s side so as to not disturb the other passengers. The dense forest they had driven past made Jeongguk itch to draw, but he had left his sketchbook back at their apartment so he left his head on Namjoon’s shoulder and watched the scenery pass by.

Now, they’re here and facing a mob of a crowd. Namjoon is vibrating with excitement beside him, a travel-sized dictionary held in one hand and one of his smaller backpacks clenched tight in the other. Jeongguk can admit that the castle is gorgeous, but that's mostly thanks to the scenery that he already had his fill of.

Either way, it'll be good to listen to his mother tongue for the next few hours. Namjoon signed them up for a Korean tour of the castle, which Jeongguk was surprised they had, but Namjoon's excited so he will behave.

Near the entrance is a booth. A crowd of people mingles about there, a mix of tour guides, janitors, and tourists. The clash of languages is harsh on Jeongguk's ears as they approach, but he heeds it no mind. Namjoon keeps shooting glances at him, a wide smile spread across his face as he tries to figure out if Jeongguk is actually enjoying himself or merely pretending for Namjoon's sake. But nothing much has happened as of yet, so he's pretending for now.

They get in line and once they reach the front, Namjoon pulls their tickets out of his special folder in his backpack and hands them to the woman behind the booth so she can scan them and wave them inside. Namjoon had printed their tickets out back when they were still in Seoul, vibrating with his excitement much the same way he was doing now. Jeongguk had agreed to the tour because it was the least he could do after Namjoon had insisted on paying for all of their plane tickets.

Once they have finished checking-in and sport new colorful bracelets, Jeongguk leans on Namjoon's shoulder and goes on tiptoe to look over the heads of the gathered crowd. He spots a handsome looking man holding up a sign in Korean that reads: BRAN CASTLE TOUR.

"Found it," Jeongguk says into Namjoon's ear as he drops back down to his regular height. "Follow me."

Namjoon grips onto the back of Jeongguk's shirt and trails after him as they push their way through the crowd. Jeongguk occasionally goes back on the tips of his toes to make sure they are going the right way then maneuvers them through the bodies pressed so closely together around them. It's not as hot today as it was yesterday when they arrived, but here in the thick of things, Jeongguk feels almost suffocated by the body heat.

He's relieved once they emerge from the crowd and find their tour guide. Until their tour guide smiles at them and Jeongguk's breath catches in his throat.

Holy shit.

The man's smile is rectangular in shape, but bright enough that Jeongguk's sure it could very well light up this entire castle at night. Namjoon freezes beside him in a similar fashion at the sight that greets them but he recovers much more quickly than Jeongguk.

"Hi! Are you the tour guide?" Namjoon asks while a hesitant smile of his own spreads across his lips.

"Yep! Hello. My name is Kim Taehyung and welcome to the Korean tour of Bran Castle," Taehyung greets them.

Jeongguk blinks, unsurprised by their tour guide's fluency. "Hello, Taehyung-ssi. Are we expecting anyone else?"

Taehyung shakes his head. "Not today! But yesterday, the tour was jam-packed full of people. I almost wish I wasn't the only one who speaks Korean here. It was difficult leading the tours by myself."

"How often does that usually happen?" Namjoon asks, instantly intrigued.

"Very often this summer actually! But it was rare to have a day like that the last couple of summers. Management is thinking of hiring someone else to help me out," Taehyung smiles at them. "But enough about that, let's start the tour!"

Jeongguk takes Namjoon's hand and follows after Taehyung, finding it hard not to stare at the tour guide's ass. It’s plump and round, which is only complimented by his jeans that are practically hugging his legs. Jeongguk laughs under his breath when he catches Namjoon blatantly staring though. The pervert. At least Jeongguk is making an effort not to look.

Namjoon frowns at him but doesn't stop staring at Taehyung's ass. Probably to spite him.

Once they've passed a few other tour groups and made their way into the courtyard, Taehyung stops and turns to face them. His smile is still as bright as ever and Jeongguk feels a strange stirring in his chest as Taehyung reveals a box of strawberries that he hadn't noticed before.

He feels hypnotized as he watches Taehyung raise a strawberry to his mouth and take a bite. A bit of the fruit's juice dribbles down his chin but is quickly wiped away by Taehyung's pink tongue. Namjoon shuffles beside him, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in what Jeongguk knows is a nervous tic.

Seems like it isn't just Jeongguk who is very interested after all.

Taehyung finishes his strawberry in record time and smiles at them when he looks up to meet their gazes. Jeongguk can't fight the feeling that their tour guide did that on purpose, but he pushes it down and tries to give his most polite smile in return. Namjoon leans into his side and hides his face in Jeongguk's shoulder instead, the coward.

Jeongguk knows it isn't in his imagination when Taehyung smirks at that.

Namjoon looks up once Taehyung has resumed the tour, speaking of the queen whose artifacts are being showcased in the castle. How the castle is popular amongst Dracula fans, but that it is only ever spooky on Halloween when tourists are allowed to spend the night in the castle. Jeongguk does his best to nod along even though he doesn't actually care.

He lets Namjoon grip onto his arm and pinch him from time to time when something excites him, but Jeongguk can't help but think that they definitely could have been doing something a lot better than this.

Of course, that doesn't mean that watching the excitement and happiness on Namjoon's face (or watching Taehyung’s ass in those jeans) isn't worth his boredom though. Jeongguk would do just about anything for Namjoon and that includes walking through an old as shit castle listening to a hot as fuck tour guide talk about its history and architecture while torturing them with his strawberries and eating habits.

By the time the tour is over, Jeongguk is half hard in his pants. They thank Taehyung for the tour and Namjoon shoves a scrap of paper that has their numbers on it in Taehyung's hand before he forcibly drags them away to the bus stop.

Namjoon jumps him as soon as they have kicked off their shoes back at the apartment and Jeongguk responds happily. Namjoon is always so gentle with him, always keeping them face-to-face as he fucks into him. Sometimes his hands will frame Jeongguk's face as he murmurs praise into his skin, but this time Namjoon grips his hair and kisses him hard as he rides him. Jeongguk comes in Namjoon unexpectedly and feels utterly boneless after Namjoon has jerked himself off on Jeongguk’s stomach.

Namjoon is cleaning him up when he leans over and kisses Jeongguk tenderly, garnering his attention.

"Again?" Jeongguk asks, already beginning to turn over so Namjoon can have him this time.

"No, maybe later," Namjoon murmurs as he grabs his hips and turns Jeongguk on his back. "But we should talk about something before we get dressed though."

Jeongguk nods, tendrils of his hair sticking to his sweaty face. "Taehyung?"

Namjoon nods in return, an amused smile on his face. "You were hard by the time we got on the bus."

"You were too."

"We should sleep with him."

"Yeah, we should," Jeongguk sighs, closing his eyes as he relaxes into the pillows. "He has our numbers thanks to you."

Namjoon kisses him again, slower this time. "We just have to wait."

Jeongguk doesn't bother with a verbal reply. He's pretty sure that the kiss is enough of an answer for the both of them.

Jeongguk is visiting Namjoon in the bookstore when Taehyung texts them.

 unknown: is this namjoon and jeongguk?

jeongguk: yep! namjoon is working right now so he can't answer messages for another hour this is taehyung, right?

unknown: yes. i thought a group chat would be a better idea than individual texts

jeongguk: well you were right

taehyung: i'm glad (:

 Jeongguk looks up from his phone to shoot a cheeky grin at Namjoon. "Seduce Strawberry Man is a go."

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "I didn't agree to that name."

"Well, it's not like Wine-and-Dine Tae was any better!"

"So you say," Namjoon says with another roll of his eyes.

"Because I'm right!"

"Sure."

Jeongguk grabs the application Namjoon had been trying to convince him to take since he arrived and angrily starts to fill it out. "Just watch. I'm stealing your job to get back at you. This is Seokjin-level of petty right here, Joon."

Namjoon laughs and excuses himself as a customer comes up to him. Jeongguk doesn't understand most of what they're saying since the customer is most definitely a local, but Namjoon has always said that practice helps more than studying when it comes to languages.

And, well, Namjoon is always right.

Jeongguk continues to fill out the application, cringing at his mediocre writing in English. By the time he's done, Namjoon has returned and spares a quick glance at the paper before he goes behind the register and starts to rifle through things. Soon enough, he's holding up a few papers stapled together and hands it to Jeongguk with a triumphant look on his face.

It's his resume. Seems like Namjoon is always one step ahead of him after all. It's even been updated since they both worked in that coffee shop back in Paris. Jeongguk shakes his head fondly and staples his resume to the application. Namjoon takes it and drops it in a small in-and-out stand Jeongguk recognizes from countless office scenes in movies. Next to that is a box of new books Namjoon immediately starts to sort.

"I'll see you for dinner then?" Jeongguk asks.

Namjoon hums in response and Jeongguk smiles at him before he turns and leaves.

He has dinner to cook after all.

A few days after Jeongguk has gotten the job at the bookstore, Taehyung convinces Namjoon to apply for the new tour guide position up at the castle.

Jeongguk isn't surprised in the least when Namjoon does so immediately and hands in his twenty days at the bookshop right after. Once it's confirmed that Namjoon has gotten the tour guide job, Jeongguk and Taehyung take him out to celebrate. Jeongguk gets drunker than he can imagine and almost climbs onto Namjoon’s lap right there in the restaurant before a smirking Taehyung pulls him firmly back into his seat. He has to forcibly stop himself from leaning in and kissing Taehyung just to get rid of that irritating smirk on his face, but all in all, the night turns out to be pretty great.

Taehyung shows them his favorite haunts slowly after their first night out. His Romanian is perfect, much better than Namjoon's and leaves Jeongguk wondering just how long Taehyung has been living here. Namjoon quirks his eyebrows every time Taehyung easily switches between a variety of languages, all with the ease of someone who is fluent in them, but never verbally asks about it.

Well, not to Taehyung anyway. Jeongguk falls victim to his musings instead each time they return home after going out someplace new with the pretty tour guide.

"You know what's really weird though?" Namjoon asks when he comes to visit Jeongguk at the bookshop one morning.

Jeongguk looks up from the books he was registering on their system, a brow raised in silent question before he returns to the ancient computer.

"He never eats anything except those strawberries he carries around," Namjoon hums, fingers tapping against his chin as he leans on the counter. "I've never seen him eat anything else. He'll order food and stuff when we go out, but have you ever seen him actually chewing any of it?"

Jeongguk pauses then, shock overcoming his senses as he realizes that what Namjoon is saying is true. "Holy shit. You're right."

"Of course, I am," Namjoon replies with a frown, fingers moving through his hair now. "It's just really strange. Honestly, if I hadn't seen Taehyung in the sunlight multiple times, I would have thought he was some kind of vampire. You know, since they only feed on fruit and stuff."

"Maybe he's just following a new fad diet or something," Jeongguk theorizes. "You never know."

Namjoon's frown deepens. "I don't think that's it. Taehyung is very comfortable in his outward appearance. I can tell just by observing him at work. It's something else, I just don't know what."

Jeongguk turns back to the computer screen in front of him again. "Well, maybe we should leave it alone. It's not like it's any of our business."

"No," Namjoon agrees, before sighing, "but it could be. He's coming to our place for dinner again tomorrow. We should make our move soon, we only have two weeks before we go back to Seoul."

"Yeah, sure," Jeongguk says.

He ignores the yawning pit in his stomach that declares he doesn't want to leave Brașov just yet and leans in for the kiss Namjoon places on his cheek before leaving. Jeongguk watches him go, not knowing what he's going to do.

Jeongguk wakes up with his heart in shambles, breaths fighting to get past his lungs.

Namjoon lies beside him, curled into himself right on the edge of the bed. Jeongguk watches him, pressing a hand to his chest to calm himself. It works slowly, but Jeongguk is just glad that it works at all. He hopes it isn't one of those nights where it doesn't because those are the worst and they have a guest spending the night too. The relief he feels is tremendous once he has managed to calm himself down.

The clock on their bedside proclaims it as seven past three in the morning. Jeongguk sighs and gets out of bed, leaning down to kiss the back of Namjoon's head before he puts his slippers on and leaves the room.

Jeongguk slows down as he passes by the second bedroom, cocking an ear out in the hopes of hearing deep breaths. When silence is the only thing that greets him, however, Jeongguk frowns and makes his way down the hallway towards the kitchen.

There he finds what he was looking for.

"Oh, you're awake," Taehyung says in greeting.

Jeongguk nods as he gets a glass of water. "Yeah. I had a bad dream, so I decided to get some water and then try to get back to sleep."

Taehyung hums thoughtfully. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," Jeongguk murmurs. "Thank you though."

Once the glass is full, Jeongguk turns and leans on the counter. He takes a sip from his glass before he finds himself chugging the whole thing down, surprised by his own thirst.

"Thirsty?" Taehyung asks.

Jeongguk meets his eyes over the glass, setting it down once it is empty. Taehyung's eyes are dark with want and amusement, something Jeongguk has found himself getting used to after spending two weeks in his company. A box of strawberries stands on the island, open and nearly empty, but Jeongguk isn't worried. He knows that Taehyung has another one in his bag, completely filled to the brim with bright, blood-red strawberries.

"Yeah," Jeongguk manages to rasp after a while.

Taehyung smiles, the want in his gaze slowly ebbing away until amusement is the only thing left. "Think you can sleep now?"

Jeongguk shrugs. Taehyung takes it as a yes.

"Come on," Taehyung urges as he stands, flipping the lid on his strawberries closed before he holds his hand out in Jeongguk's direction. "I'll sit in the rocking chair until you fall back asleep."

Jeongguk takes his hand, surprised by the heat he can feel coming off the older man in waves. He remembers Namjoon's words in the bookshop yesterday as they echo in his head, but he follows Taehyung back down the hallway and lays down in bed beside his boyfriend.

The rocking chair creaks quietly as Taehyung settles down in it. Jeongguk can see him over Namjoon’s messy hair, but he closes his eyes anyway and throws an arm over his boyfriend's chest. He can feel Taehyung's gaze on them, branding them as his somehow and Jeongguk swallows.

Of course, they want Taehyung. Jeongguk knows that the what he and Namjoon feel isn't just sexual, but something more too. It's just hard to convince Namjoon of that when he's focusing on how long they have left here instead.

Jeongguk settles himself into his boyfriend's side and falls asleep quickly, the rocking chair's creaking sounding like a lullaby.

Jeongguk wants to get his shirt off already, but Namjoon gives him a look to slow him down. He pouts, but obeys it, and continues to kiss Namjoon languidly.

Taehyung watches from the rocking chair, one hand on his thigh as the other digs around in his box of strawberries. Jeongguk wants to watch him watch them, but Namjoon's mere presence demands most of his attention. Kissing Namjoon requires tact and all of his focus, something he learned easily and quickly after they first started dating.

Namjoon hums in the back of his throat and Jeongguk groans against his mouth, handing over the reins to his boyfriend as he closes his eyes. Hands grip his waist and clamber up underneath his shirt, barely-there fingertips grazing the bumps of his spine. Jeongguk shivers, leaning into Namjoon's embrace as his boyfriend takes his time picking him apart.

"Are you sure you want me to be here?" Taehyung asks quietly, his voice not more than a murmur.

Jeongguk glares at him. "Yes. Get over here."

Taehyung laughs, standing up from the rocking chair and approaching them. Jeongguk shivers in anticipation as he closes in, his eyes fluttering shut when Namjoon grabs the ends of his shirt and swiftly pulls it over his head. A new set of hands take claim to his torso then, pressing down on his stomach before moving upwards and rolling one of his nipples between nimble fingers.

A moan makes its way past his lips and Jeongguk loses himself in the motions. He's the first one to get naked, but then Namjoon and Taehyung follow quickly after. Namjoon ends up being laid out like a feast on the bed and Jeongguk takes him in his mouth as Taehyung works him open.

Namjoon groans underneath them, throwing an arm over his eyes as Jeongguk takes him all the way down to the base at the same time Taehyung manages to get three fingers into him. Watching his boyfriend of many years writhe under their mercy is more intoxicating than Jeongguk ever imagined actually. He almost doesn't know what to do next.

Taehyung taps his shoulder and asks him for a condom, drawing his attention away and forcing him back on planet Earth. Jeongguk grabs one of the condoms they set aside on the bedside and opens it, rolling it down Taehyung's already leaking cock before he moves back to observe what comes next.

He has to stop a moan of his own from mingling with the ones Namjoon and Taehyung let loose when Taehyung buries himself in Namjoon slowly. Namjoon is tense at first then relaxes soon after, focusing on his breathing as Taehyung and Jeongguk watch him. Jeongguk kisses him once Taehyung has started moving, the sounds of skin slapping against skin almost too loud to bear.

Jeongguk looks up when Taehyung taps his cheek though, immediately caught off guard at his closeness. Taehyung grins, gripping Jeongguk's chin as he tilts his face up towards his and kisses him.

His lips are softer than flower petals, but he tastes weirdly of strawberries and blood. Jeongguk feels his insides melt and turns towards Namjoon, starry-eyed after Taehyung has pulled away. "You were right."

"About what?" Namjoon gasps, raising the arm over his eyes so he can chance a glance at Jeongguk.

"He is a vampire," Jeongguk breathes, smiling when Taehyung pauses behind him.

Namjoon only smiles. "I told you."

Taehyung interrupts then, a frown marring his beautiful features. "Wait, you knew?"

"Of course. You're not really subtle," Namjoon tells him, gasping again as Taehyung leans over him while hitching his legs up over his waist. "You only eat strawberries."

Jeongguk watches the two older men stare at one another, not knowing if he should say something or stay quiet. Taehyung makes the decision for him though.

"Ah, so then you also know that I'm Dracula then?"

Namjoon sputters. "What?"

"Nevermind. We can talk about it later."

"You almost came just now, didn't you?" Jeongguk asks with a sly smile on his face.

Namjoon flushes. "Shut up."

Jeongguk smiles over his shoulder at Taehyung. "You don't know how many times I've dressed up as a vampire just to make him squirm during sex."

"Well, no need now. A real vampire is fucking your boyfriend. How does that make you feel?" Taehyung says, his eyes flashing before he starts to build up a rhythm again.

"Turned on," Jeongguk answers honestly.

Taehyung smirks, leaning down so he can press his nose into the hollow of Namjoon's throat, inhaling deeply. "Good. Because after I make our little vampire fucker here come, I'm fucking you, Jeongguk-ah."

Jeongguk shivers, not knowing at all what to do with himself. "Please."

His only answer is another smile before Taehyung lifts himself up and fucks Namjoon with vigor, looking from Jeongguk to Namjoon's cock. Jeongguk understands almost immediately and lays down sideways on the bed, taking Namjoon into his mouth again. Namjoon hisses loudly somewhere above him, but Jeongguk ignores it, focusing instead on getting his boyfriend to come.

It doesn't actually take a lot to get Namjoon to reach his orgasm after that. Namjoon is, of course, fulfilling his biggest fantasy after all.

Fucking Dracula himself.

Namjoon is never allowed to make fun of Jeongguk for his fantasies after this now, the vampire fucker.

It is embarrassing just how quickly Taehyung makes him come afterward. Jeongguk refuses to believe his endurance has really fallen that low to come apart after just a few minutes of getting fucked by the best cock he has ever had in his life.

Nope. Just not believable. At all.

After it is all said and done, Jeongguk lays himself on top of Namjoon and throws an arm over Taehyung beside them.

Namjoon is tapping away at his phone, a look of the most utmost concentration morphing his features. Jeongguk lazily glances at the screen before blinking himself into awareness.

"Are you canceling our plane back to Seoul?"

"Yep," Namjoon says without missing a beat. "You don't sound surprised though."

Jeongguk laughs in delight at the news and kisses Namjoon firmly on the mouth. He turns to Taehyung right after and kisses him hard, relishing in the taste of strawberries on his tongue. There's no trace of the blood he tasted earlier but Jeongguk decides to ask about that another time.

Because now they have time.

“You know as well as I do that we were gonna stay the second we laid eyes on Taehyung,” Jeongguk murmurs into Namjoon’s skin as he leans back into him once he remembers to answer the question Namjoon asked just moments before.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and runs a hand through Taehyung’s mussed hair. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

Jeongguk hums happily, leaning down to kiss his kiss lovers again. He lets the warm feeling in his heart tingle in his fingertips as he traces lines down their naked bodies and enjoys the blissfulness of this moment.

He’ll never have anything greater than these two, that Jeongguk is more than sure of.

[hungline]

put on a show

pairing: ot7 (seokjin x everyone), care bear line  genre: smut, fluff, light angst, friends to lovers au, rated xxx  warnings: explicit sexual content, pseudo sugar daddy!jin, threesome, exhibitionism, polyamory negotiations, handjobs, fingering, anal sex, dom/sub undertones, circle jerk, cum marking  words: 4104 

summary: Seokjin loves his boys. Maybe not in the way that people generally love their friends since he frequently has threesomes with them, but he loves all six of his friends just the same. 

+ tag list: @dimplemono @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @honeymoonjin @reeneryu ✨

Movie nights always consist of the seven of them spread around Seokjin's living room.

His apartment is the best equipped for it after all ー even considering the fact that he is still an undergrad student like the rest of his younger friends. Jaehwan and Heeyeon don’t count since they are “basically older” even though the three of them are the same age and those two always make it a point to rub it into his face that they have already graduated and are out there living their full adult lives.

Seokjin understands that he lives a pretty privileged life due to his parents' wealth and the position he currently holds at their company, but the only times he had used that to his advantage was when it would benefit someone other than himself. Like when he paid for six months of Namjoon's rent the moment he learned the younger had lost his job, or when he paid Taehyung's bail the first time he got drunk at a party and somehow ended up in a shopping center instead with no clothes on, and again when he hired a hacker to get him some illegally obtained documents to use as blackmail on the middle-aged professor who kept pestering Jeongguk to sleep with him for a good grade or else fail his class.

(Not to say that Seokjin didn't use those documents anyway to get the man fired after Jeongguk had passed the course with flying colors all on his own, but what Jeongguk doesn't know, won't kill him.)

He has definitely gone above and beyond when it comes to taking care of those that he loves. But he isn't ashamed of it; if anything, Seokjin is proud.

Seokjin loves his boys. Maybe not in the way that people generally love their friends since he frequently has threesomes with them, but he loves all six of his friends just the same.

That is why he invested in a projector and a surround sound system when movie nights at his place turned into a thing. They even hold a weekly poll for what movie they will watch. (Yoongi frequently wins those.)

He bought two other loveseats shortly after and then a dozen throw pillows and extra blankets. His parents hadn't said anything about his brow-raising purchases, but they did ask him if he was entertaining people more often. Especially when he began buying popcorn in bulk, along with gummy worms and gigantic ice cream cartons.

Seokjin will even pay for his boys’ Uber rides too, in case it’s raining or the bus will get them to his place later than usual. Will even offer them one of his spare rooms when they stay too late or pay for another Uber to get them home. He has never asked any of them to pay him back because he finds it completely unnecessary. 

Of course, they always insist on doing so, wanting to return the favor in some way, but Seokjin has more money than he knows what to do with. Most of it does belong to his parents, but Seokjin’s been running a few aspects of the company by himself for years, and that’s where the rest of his income stems from. Even without his parent’s wealth, Seokjin still has too much money. Having his friends try and give him any more only makes him at a loss of what to do with it all.

He knows that he has also stepped on plenty of toes because of his wealth and the blatant way he throws his money around when it comes to his six favorite people on the planet. It’s a fact he got himself used to after a year of knowing everyone, but he couldn’t stand by and watch his closest friends struggle while he lived a pampered life. It would be wrong to not at least offer to help, no matter whose pride he was going up against.

And yes, Yoongi is still absolutely mortified over the fact that Seokjin bought him an apartment when he realized that Yoongi was couchsurfing. Yoongi still goes on rants whenever Seokjin is too flashy with his wealth, and Seokjin doesn’t hold that against him. He has never known poverty like Yoongi has, and he probably never will, but that doesn’t mean Seokjin did any of what he did out of pity either. He wants his friends to live good lives and would do anything to make sure that happens. So they came to the compromise that Yoongi could start paying him rent in full once a company hired him as a producer and since that is happening soon, Yoongi has been in a better mood all around which Jeongguk definitely appreciates.

But the fact of the matter is Seokjin would do anything for his boys.

So on this particular movie night, he is only a little caught off guard when Hoseok and Jimin decide to sit on either side of him.

He knows of their intentions as soon as they have sat down, he isn't blind after all. He's just surprised that they finally decided to share their bed with him. He has never been with Hoseok and Jimin, but he wouldn't mind it since he has slept with the other couples in their group after all. Yoongi and Jeongguk are sweet and do everything he asks of them until they finally get their release and Yoongi turns into a brat, wanting more. With Namjoon and Taehyung, they are more focused on getting Namjoon comfortable though, wanting him to feel cherished in between them both whenever they're together.

Seokjin frequently has sex with them even now and that probably does nothing to help the feelings he has for all of them.

He swallows as Hoseok and Jimin cuddle into him, shifting slightly until he's more comfortably pressed into the couch. Hoseok moves with him, wrapping his arms around Seokjin's bicep and pushing his feet underneath the elder's thigh. Jimin turns to the side until he can throw his legs over Seokjin's lap, effectively trapping him in his seat.

It's a good thing Seokjin had one of his “booty call” showers earlier and remembered to use the bathroom before his friends started arriving.

His hair is still a little damp, but that doesn't deter Jimin from carding his fingers through it.

The others are staring at them, Seokjin can feel the weight of their gazes on him, but he's focused on the movie. Spider-Man: Homecoming is pretty alright for a Spider-Man movie, a lot better than the Amazing Spider-Man was at least. Seokjin particularly likes how fatherly Tony Stark acts towards Peter, especially considering how little screen time he is getting throughout the movie.

But it quickly becomes hard to focus when Jimin nudges his thigh into Seokjin's crotch and starts rubbing insistently against him.

Seokjin's breath catches in his throat, eyes searching the room as Jimin continues. Namjoon and Taehyung are watching them, but Jeongguk is actually watching the movie while Yoongi's eyes flicker from the screen to them and back. Seokjin turns his head to see what Hoseok is doing and freezes when the younger man immediately starts to kiss him.

He can't help the noise he makes; it's expected that he will moan when kissed the way Hoseok is kissing him. What Seokjin is more concerned with is the fact that all eyes are on him now. Everyone is hyperfocused on watching him kiss Hoseok and tracing the path Jimin's hands take across his torso.

Jimin's hand replaces his thigh as he shuffles in his seat and suddenly Seokjin is moaning again, his dick fighting to get hard as fast as possible.

He's so fucked, he can already tell from the moment Namjoon stands up and walks slowly over to them on the couch that there's no way anyone is going to go home tonight. Seokjin whines when Jimin presses the palm of his hand harshly against his crotch, pushing him into the back of the couch. Hoseok pulls their lips apart but is quick to let his heartshaped mouth skim down Seokjin’s throat instead, keeping them connected.

"Hyung," Jeongguk says, now standing behind Namjoon's shoulder in front of them. "We've all been talking."

"Yeah, I can see that," Seokjin mutters, cursing when Hoseok bites his shoulder. "Hey! I have to be in the office tomorrow, no marks!"

Hoseok bites him again anyway and laughs when Seokjin swats at him, pouting until Jimin cups his face and kisses him greedily. Seokjin moans right into his mouth and squirms as Hoseok ungracefully shoves his hand down Seokjin's sweatpants to wrap around his cock. The other four are now standing over them, palming themselves as they watch.

It's Namjoon who brings everything to a head. "Hyung, we've been talking and we came to the decision that we love you and we want to share you."

Seokjin blinks up at them, turning away from Jimin's lips and shivering as Hoseok starts to pump him. "Like, we're all together or I'm just with all of you?"

"You're with all of us, if you want, hyung," Yoongi replies as he reaches down and pulls Seokjin's sweatpants down his legs.

He lifts his hips up to help then settles back onto the couch as Yoongi peels his sweats off and steps back. Jimin rummages around in the bag Hoseok brought with him until he pulls out a packet of lube, the kind that usually comes with a box of condoms. Seokjin rolls his eyes but says nothing as Jimin rips open the packet and pours some of the lube into Hoseok's hand. Hoseok goes back to stroking him and Seokjin gasps, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes, spreading his thighs so everyone can get a good view of the show.

Because that's what Hoseok and Jimin intend to do tonight, don't they? Make a show out of fucking him for the others to get off to. A pseudo punishment for being the last to have him.

Although, it might be an actual punishment from Jimin. Seokjin's listened to Hoseok drone on about their sex life often enough to know about Jimin's appetite. Not like he minds, but it will be refreshing to let someone else take charge while he simply follows along.

"But first, Jimin and I get to have you all to ourselves tonight since these fools have already had a turn," Hoseok croons into his ear. "Ah, hyung, you're so mean. Letting everyone else have you except me and Jiminnie. Don't you love us?"

Seokjin groans, panting as Jimin and the others begin to undress. "Of course, I do. Why do you think I throw my money at all of you?"

"Apart from how annoying that is, hyung," Yoongi says, rolling his eyes and smiling when Seokjin only sticks his tongue out at him. "I hope you know we don't want you for your money and never will."

Taehyung's voice is husky and deep as he leans over and pulls Seokjin's shirt off him. "We want you cause you love us and do so much for us, hyung. You deserve everything in this world and we'll be the ones to give it to you."

"Yes, but first," Jimin cuts in, pushing Taehyung away from the couch. "No one but Hobi and I get to touch you for the rest of the night. You can say no to anything I suggest, hyung, but I need you to decide now whether you're okay with this or not."

Seokjin stares around the room, breaths deep and uneven as Hoseok twists his hands around the head of his cock. The others stare back at him, expressions vulnerable but their eyes darkened with lust.

It's not like Seokjin has to think too hard about this. He knows what he wants to say and why he wants to say it. He knows that he loves his boys and that he's always loved his boys, but he never entertained the idea of actually being with any of them. Let alone all of them. His boys had paired themselves off until he was by his lonesome, pining after all of them and willing to jump into bed with them whenever they desired him.

Now though, he gets to have them. He gets to have all of them.

So he nods his head and rasps out, “Yes, I’m okay with this.”

Jimin smiles, something dark flashing in his eyes before it's gone again. “Good. Now, do you want me to fuck you while you fuck Hoseok? He’s already prepped for you and everything, but I’ll need to get you ready for me.”

Seokjin nods again. “Yes, please.”

“What a good boy,” Jimin murmurs into his ear, pouring more lube onto his fingers. “Scoot towards the edge for me and lean back, hyung.”

Seokjin does so without hesitation, groaning as Hoseok merely moves with him. Jimin moves his fingers closer to Seokjin’s spread legs and looks up, meeting the elder’s gaze and raising a brow in question. Seokjin nods, hissing through his teeth when Jimin teases his rim with one fingertip.

Hoseok twists his wrist around the head of his cock at the same time that Jimin pushes past his entrance and slowly works his finger into him. His entire body reacts like he just touched a livewire and Seokjin fights to stay still, gripping the couch cushions beneath him.

Another twist has Seokjin crying out, his thighs shaking with the strain to remain still. Hoseok only laughs, kissing him again to keep him quiet as Jimin manages to get his entire forefinger into him. The others are now as naked as Seokjin, but they keep their hands to themselves exactly how Jimin commanded them to earlier. No one would dare cross the shortest man in their group of friends, all too familiar with the unexpected level of rage that would accompany it.

Hoseok’s lips are soft and demand his attention, but they aren’t enough to distract Seokjin when Jimin pushes a second finger into him. He moans against Hoseok’s mouth and clamps his eyes shut, doing his best to focus on all that is happening at that moment. 

Jimin is working him open while Hoseok jerks him off, but the other four are also jerking themselves off as they watch. Seokjin finds it difficult to pay attention to only one thing, so he broadens his perspective and looks at the whole picture instead.

It works for a few minutes until Jimin is kissing his neck and pushing a third finger into him.

Seokjin yelps, jerking forward as Jimin’s fingers move in him. Hoseok presses him back, one hand flat against his stomach as the other hurries its movements around his cock. Jimin’s smiling when Seokjin opens his eyes again, gaze finding the shorter man’s immediately. 

“Hobi, get undressed and take out two condoms from your bag,” Jimin orders.

Hoseok immediately does as he is told and Seokjin tightens his grip on the couch cushions as he is left to deal with five pairs of eyes on him and three fingers in him. He hears Hoseok finding the condoms before he sees it, but then he’s too distracted by Hoseok pulling his shirt and shorts off to actually make a comment on anything.

Jimin wiggles his fingers in him teasingly, laughing when Seokjin turns to glare at him. “Eyes on me, hyung.”

Seokjin keeps his eyes on Jimin then, no matter how much he wants to look at Hoseok instead. Jimin nods his head approvingly and leans across him, patting the couch.

“Lay back, hyung. Hoseok is gonna ride you while I fuck you, okay?” Jimin asks, tilting his head to the side as he does.

“Okay,” Seokjin rasps out, turning and leaning back on the cushions.

Jimin keeps his fingers in him while he moves though, so Seokjin takes a moment to even his breaths before he opens his eyes again and finds Hoseok standing in front of him. He holds up one of the condoms and notches his head towards Seokjin’s crotch. Seokjin nods, keeping his eyes open even as he looks over at the others and finds their sole attention on him.

Maybe Seokjin should feel weird about being put on display, but instead, all he feels is a rush of warmth and pure want as Hoseok opens the condom. Seokjin’s thighs jump when Hoseok rolls the condom down his cock, but he stills as soon as Hoseok climbs atop him.

Jimin smacks Hoseok’s asscheek with a grin on his face that Seokjin can’t see, but can tell is there. Hoseok only laughs in response and picks his hips up, leaning over Seokjin until their lips can meet again. Jimin pulls his fingers out of him slowly then and Seokjin moans, smiling when Hoseok bites his lip to distract him.

Vaguely, Seokjin knows that Jimin is pouring more lube onto his other fingers and pressing them into Hoseok, double-checking that he is ready and prepped. He can feel it in the way the muscles around Hoseok’s hips tighten, keeping his ass held up high. But soon enough, Hoseok is relaxing and leaning up, breaking off their kiss.

Seokjin watches as Hoseok shuffles backward and rises up again, grabbing hold of Seokjin’s cock and moving down slowly. His hands find Hoseok’s waist instinctually, his grip tight as he makes it past Hoseok’s rim and finds himself buried in the younger man’s giving heat. Hoseok pushes down until Seokjin is in him to the hilt, hands still on his waist.

When Hoseok lets out a breath, it feels like the entire room does as well. 

Hoseok starts to move then, his palms on Seokjin’s chest as he raises his hips up then slams them down. Seokjin moans, shutting his eyes again as Hoseok gets to work.

Over the sound of their moans and the heavy breathing coming from the other men though, Seokjin can hear the other condom being opened. 

His suspicions are only proved correct when Jimin nudges his thighs apart and scoots forward, lifting one of Seokjin’s legs over his shoulder. Seokjin holds his breath, only exhaling when he can feel Jimin’s cock start to press against his rim. He takes deep breaths as Jimin pushes into him slowly, Hoseok having paused above him at the first sound of Jimin’s involvement.

Time seems to freeze when Jimin stops, buried deep inside him. Seokjin can feel Jimin’s ballsac pressed to his asscheeks, but he focuses on his breathing, tilting his head back as Hoseok leans down once more and takes one of his nipples into his mouth.

Seokjin moans before he can stop himself, his grip on Hoseok’s hips tightening as Hoseok rolls his nipple between his teeth. Jimin starts to move again, pulling back slowly and stopping when only the head of his cock is still inside Seokjin.

He thinks they might be some kind of sex demons though when Jimin slams back into him at the same time that Hoseok bites down on his nipple.

A shocked noise that Seokjin can’t quite pinpoint makes it way past his lips and the others close in, making their presence known. Seokjin opens his eyes again and finds Jeongguk’s cock right in front of him.

He can't help but laugh as he thinks about the fact that he now has access to six other dicks that aren’t his own. Hoseok stares up at him in confusion, but only moves onto his other nipple instead as Jimin quickens his pace.

Briefly, Seokjin wonders what Jimin would do if he were to grab hold of Jeongguk’s dick and open his mouth for Yoongi’s. He theorizes that Jimin would stop what they're doing and dole out punishments for him though and at that moment, Seokjin really doesn't want to stop.

So he moves his hands up Hoseok’s torso instead and tweaks his nipple, grinning when Hoseok jumps. Jimin takes hold of his other leg and swings it over his shoulder, effectively keeping both of Seokjin’s legs in the air. He doesn't mind too much since everyone knows just how flexible he actually is. Hands clasp his thighs and keep him still as Jimin continues to move, Hoseok beginning to find his own rhythm again above him.

Jimin’s cock drags against his prostate soon after and Seokjin chokes out a moan he can’t stop himself from making. Another of his moans rises into the air when Hoseok sits back up and fucks himself down on Seokjin’s cock, hard.

The others moan too and Seokjin can only hear their uneven breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin now. He closes his eyes and focuses on Hoseok and Jimin, not wanting to get too overwhelmed.

Jimin’s movements are hard and fast, exactly the kind that Seokjin enjoys when he's getting fucked. Hoseok’s movements are getting slower and becoming a bit sluggish, but Seokjin knows that if he decided to move and help a little that Hoseok would only pin him down and fuck himself down harder.

...There’s a thought.

Seokjin opens his eyes and teases his hips up when Hoseok next pushes himself down. He is quickly rewarded with a curse and the hands on his chest pushing down on his sternum even harder.

“Stop moving, hyung. Fuck,” Hoseok whines, his hips never stopping.

Hoseok starts to moves faster right then, a bit of anger in his movements as he fucks himself on Seokjin’s cock. Seokjin only smiles, moaning when Jimin grazes his prostate once more. The others let out a collective exhale at the sound, but no one interrupts.

In the pit of his stomach, Seokjin can feel his orgasm building to momentous heights. It feels like an icy sort of burn that is fighting to get out, to release itself and drive Seokjin insane at the same time.

He can tell that Jimin is close at least and Hoseok is almost there. Hoseok’s thighs shake with the strain of keeping himself up, and he is losing his steam.

Seokjin moves a hand up and pinches Hoseok’s other nipple, smiling to himself as Hoseok moans and stills above him. He moves his hips upwards to finish the job and groans at the same time as Hoseok when the younger finally reaches his orgasm.

Jimin’s thrusts become sloppy then as Hoseok comes over Seokjin's stomach and chest. A little bit of the milky substance even ends up on his chin, but Seokjin doesn't mind too much. He only continues to smile, moving his other hand up Hoseok’s back and pushing him down so they can kiss again.

The come between them squelches as their lips meet, but that only spurs Jimin on so Seokjin counts it as a win.

Soon, Seokjin can feel his orgasm rising like a tidal wave until it engulfs him and he whines loudly against Hoseok’s mouth, releasing himself in the condom. Hoseok moves until he is no longer on top of Seokjin and is instead kneeling on the floor, off the couch altogether, but still keeping their kiss intact.

Seokjin shakes through his orgasm, his body spasming randomly as Jimin fucks him through it, milking it for all it’s worth. He can hear the others getting closer themselves, but they don't move forward until Hoseok has stood up and broken their kiss.

“Hyung, can weー?” Taehyung barely manages to get out.

“Yes,” Seokjin keens, cutting off Taehyung’s question because he already knows what he is asking, already knows what comes next.

He opens his eyes just in time to see Namjoon spill his release on his chest. Jeongguk steps forward before Namjoon is done and does the same, more come ending up on Seokjin’s chin than before. Yoongi and Taehyung follow in the same fashion and as soon as they have stepped away, Jimin pulls out of him and takes his condom off quickly. 

Seokjin stares up at the ceiling as the last of his lovers comes on his chest, in a bit of a daze. In the back of his head, he is thinking of the long shower he will have to take again later, but at the moment all he can really do is dip his fingers into the mess on his chest and bring it to his lips slowly. 

Everyone groans simultaneously as he sucks on his fingers and Seokjin grins. All eyes are on him, all blown wide with lust and want even after just getting off. Seokjin can’t help it. He meets their gazes and winks, laughing to himself when all six of them groan aloud.

He could definitely get used to this.

[qobiin]

hunt you down

pairing: todobakudeku (bakugou x midoriya x todoroki) 

genre: fluff | abo au, aged up au 

warnings: implied sexual content, hunting/mating run, claiming bites, mentioned heats, no dub/non-con  

word count: 2050 

summary: Never let it be said that Katsuki doesn’t get what he wants. 

day three of @bnhaomegaverseweek (hoping my love will keep you up tonight) 

When the whistle blows, Katsuki is already taking leaps and bounds deep into the forest.

He knows exactly who he wants and he’s going to get them. He deserves only the best and Deku has proved over and over again that he is the best omega Katsuki could ever even think to ask for.

Plus, he cannot deny that it wouldn’t give him an ego boost having the Number One Hero all to himself. Or well, at his mercy anyway. Katsuki can’t really claim that Deku will be his alone because he isn’t the only one Katsuki has his sights set on.

For now, he focuses on finding Deku’s scent of pine and cedar, the constant underlying bitterness of ozone shaping the omega’s scent exactly to Katsuki’s wants. He knows how fast and agile his intended is and while there is someone else, Katsuki needs to focus on the more difficult prize first.

So he laser focuses onto the scent and bites his teeth into it, refusing to let go or lose it. The scent infiltrates his nostrils, keeping his attention and forcing him to run deeper and deeper into the forest they chose to hold the mating run in. Katsuki passes by Ururaka at one point but ignores the warning growl and the startled look on her face as he continues to run past. 

The trees are mostly a blur to him when he decides to take to the skies with the use of his quirk, closing in on the flash of green he catches out of the corner of his eye jumping from tree to tree. He angles himself in that direction and drops back to the ground as carefully as he can, patting his pants harshly until the smell of smoke can no longer mask Deku’s scent and runs faster than before once his feet touch down. He crosses four streams as he moves and Katsuki chides Deku in his head, thinking of the possible illnesses the omega might fall to thanks to this run and his determination to make it a challenge for Katsuki.

Katsuki is going to give that idiot the sternest talking to once he finds him.

Eventually, he starts to see flickers of green electricity flash in front of him through the trees. He has already run past some more of his old omega classmates but ignored them all the same way he ignored Ururaka for this.

For the emerald-eyed omega with wild, dark hair who used to sleep in Katsuki’s crib with him when they were still pups. For the boy who dragged him away from a confrontation when it seemed like Katsuki would lose control and burn someone. For the boy who threw himself at a sludge villain in some vain attempt to save Katsuki when he was still quirkless. For the boy who refused to stop being Katsuki’s friend even when Katsuki himself did not want to cause any more harm to him and pulled away before running right back. Katsuki knew that Deku was his the moment he could think of and remember any cohesive thoughts. Deku has always been in his life and has always been his.

Was he angry when his mate turned out to be quirkless? No, he was only irritated and annoyed that Deku was crying over it like it meant the end of the world for him. Katsuki wasn't going to hold his best friend back from his dream and he tore into anybody who thought they possibly could, peers and teachers alike. No one told his mate what to do except for him and Auntie Inko.

Was Katsuki angry when Deku ended up having a quirk after all? A bit, seeing as All Might had given it to him so Deku had never actually lied about being quirkless in the first place, but did lie about how he got it. And to Katsuki’s face of all things. As if Katsuki can't see through his bullshit and lies, the fool.

But then Deku had presented as an omega and Katsuki couldn't do anything but rage about in his room while his mate went through his first heat alone. Deku got suppressants soon after and hasn't endured any of his heats since. It almost made Katsuki angry until he viscerally reminded himself that he had no right to demand something from Deku that he didn't want to give. No right at all. No matter if Deku was his or not, Katsuki could never force him into that.

Deku became friends with that Half-and-Half bastard soon after presenting and Katsuki growled at him in warning each time he neared. He only stopped when he realized that Todoroki would grow paralyzed with fear each and every time an alpha acted aggressively towards him.

Katsuki took to growling at anyone who got too close to Todoroki soon after that. Then he spat in Endeavor’s face and had to be held back by All Might, Aizawa-sensei, and Deku alike before he really tore into the number two hero like he wanted to.

Last week, the plans for the mating run had been finalized. Katsuki immediately dragged both the omega and beta to his apartment for a long and overdue talk. He laid his cards out on the table and was grateful when they did the same in return. Deku had even admitted to getting off his suppressants so that he could fall into heat by next week when the mating run was in full swing. Todoroki had admitted that he wouldn’t actively hunt after Deku but would keep close so that Katsuki wouldn’t have to waste too much time trying to catch him before Deku’s heat overcame them.

Now Katsuki has a plan and it all starts with catching Deku. Deku who he can clearly see muttering up ahead, trying to decide which direction to take.

Katsuki moves silently forward and jumps onto the omega’s back once he is close enough. “Gotcha, fucking nerd. Your stupid, big brain was always gonna be your downfall.”

Deku laughs, still in his hold as he presents his neck. “I got carried away with strategy and forgot to enact it. Next time, I’ll make it worth your while, alpha.”

“See that you do,” Katsuki murmurs against his ear before he leans down and bites down on Deku’s scent gland.

His omega goes limp in his hold, whining such a pretty noise for anyone close by to hear that Katsuki can’t stop himself from crooning. Deku seems to come back to his senses as Katsuki’s croon echoes around them, but he doesn't comment on it, only turns around and kisses him once before tugging the collar of his shirt away before he bites down on Katsuki’s scent gland in return. Katsuki’s croon grows louder as he starts to feel Deku in the back of his head, his alpha’s muttered thoughts and feelings developing slowly. Deku licks the wound and pulls them back the way they came.

“Shouto’s over here. He stayed mostly behind you the entire time,” Deku says with a bright smile.

Katsuki grins back, one of his more genuine ones. “Lead the way, omega.”

Deku keeps a tight grip on Katsuki’s hand as they run. He can already smell the pre-heat on his omega, how his scent develops a spicy curl to it that Katsuki has to resist.

He catches Todoroki’s scent soon enough, the smoky, soapy scent of his soon-to-be beta pulling him forward. Deku lets him lead, never letting go of his hands as they flash through the trees.

In a clearing up ahead, they can see Todoroki’s distinct head of two-toned hair laid back against a tree trunk. He is sitting on the ground, legs folded one over the other as he waits. Katsuki can see a few alphas lurking in the dense shrubbery, but one growl from him is all it takes to scatter them and get Todoroki’s head to snap in their direction.

“Found you,” Katsuki taunts as he rushes forward, letting go of Deku’s hand to grab Todoroki instead and hold him steady. “You’re mine now.”

Deku whines behind him. “He’s ours, Kacchan. You can’t be so selfish.”

Todoroki laughs, tilting his throat towards Katsuki. “I’m only yours if you’re mine back.”

Katsuki snorts inelegantly. “Obviously, fucking Half-and-Half.”

With his throat now completely barred and offered up to the alpha, Katsuki buries his nose into the beta’s scent gland before he pulls back. Deku is on his other side now, crouched down and offering his throat for Todoroki as he closes in. Katsuki spares them another glance before he darts forward and bites down hard.

Todoroki cries out quietly then goes limp in Katsuki’s hold the same way that Deku did earlier. Katsuki keeps his teeth in firmly the beta’s skin for another moment before he pulls back and licks the bite, moving to the side so Deku can come forward. Deku angles his mouth until his claiming mark lies crisscrossed over Katsuki’s on Todoroki’s scent gland, eyes closing in bliss once he has bit down.

Their beta is practically boneless as he lies back against the tree, but he opens his own mouth and smiles gratefully at Deku when the omega comes close enough for his throat to be within easy reach. Katsuki watches as Todoroki bites down on Deku’s scent gland, both his omega and beta falling all over themselves once Todoroki has pulled away. Deku’s heat is growing, the smell of it becoming stronger with each passing moment. Katsuki wanted more time for this part but they’ll have to settle for a quick Claiming lest Deku falls into heat and they don’t get to finish properly before then.

Katsuki comes forward again and leans over Deku’s limp form in Todoroki’s lap as he offers up his own throat. Todoroki sniffs at his scent gland before he leans forward and bites down hard enough to puncture through Katsuki’s tough, alpha skin. Katsuki croons again, louder and without shame this time. Deku’s spicy scent rises to greet the sound and Katsuki groans into Todoroki’s ear when he catches a whiff of Deku’s slick.

Todoroki smiles as Katsuki stands and pulls them both over his shoulders like some kind of barbarian carrying his woman away to have his way with her. In a sense, the image isn’t wrong per se, but Katsuki knows better than to believe his omega and beta won’t make him work for it. He would expect nothing less from either of them anyway.

He needs to get them to that cave he scouted out two days before and made his temporary den, preparing it for this moment. It’s stocked up with water and food, candles and lanterns stuck wherever he could make them fit. He made multiple trips grabbing everything he could think of, including extra sets of clothes for when they were finally done, that stupid plush bunny Deku has had since they were kids, and a heated blanket Todoroki claimed he might need if he uses his ice quirk too much while helping Deku through his heat.

Deku slaps his ass as Katsuki begins to run, giggling and leaking even more slick when Todoroki laughs with him. Katsuki growls at them both to shut them up, dismayed when that only makes them laugh harder. The alpha’s cave is not far from here though and he arrives within three minutes, laying his mates down on the furs and soft blankets he brought with him. Immediately, they curl into one another, already kissing each other as they paw and remove their clothes while Katsuki closes up the entrance to the cave until all he can smell is the mingling scents of his mates and candles burning bright.

He turns back to find them glowing in the candlelight and Katsuki dives between them, kissing them with abandon. A happy, soft feeling bubbles in his chest before it travels up to his throat and escapes past his lips in the form of a loud and proper Croon. His mates whine at the sound, throwing themselves on top of him in an uncoordinated rush until Katsuki buries his hands into their hair and pulls them up for a messy, three-way kiss between them.

Never let it be said that Katsuki doesn’t get what he wants.

a/n: thanks for reading! please remember that my requests are open and expect day 4 with excitement! my trans!katsuki idea will finally be posted (:

[hungline]

falling (into you)

pairings: sunshine line, side jinkook, minor namgi  genre: angst, fluff, smut, fwb au, friends to lovers au, rated xxx  warnings: explicit sexual content, misunderstandings, alcohol, vomiting, threesome, anal sex, nipple play, double penetration, rimming, cum play, cum eating  a/n: written for @bambambams as a thank you for writing three fics for the jhle!  words: 9494 

summary: Ignoring the knife that’s been shoved into his heart is a feat Taehyung never knew he was capable of, but when he turns back to face the couple in front of him, Taehyung realizes just how lonely he really is. 

"Bathroom's over there," Jimin mumbles from the bed, hair a mess and face flushed.

Taehyung nods, laughing a little when Jimin flounders back into the pillows, burrowing his head into an amused Hoseok's chest. Hoseok smiles down at Jimin with a sparkle in his eyes and Taehyung averts his gaze, quickly shutting the bathroom door behind him once he's stepped in.

He washes up quickly, not taking more than five minutes to take a quick rinse and ruffle out his hair before walking out of the bathroom naked to look for his clothes. The couple had definitely been more erratic this time around, Taehyung thinks to himself when he finds his boxers on the bedside drawer. He's definitely never had to play hide-and-seek with his clothes before. Hoseok and Jimin watch him from the bed as he dresses quickly, feeling stiff once he's worked his tight jeans back on.

He chances a glance at the clock, wincing when he realizes just how late it is already. "I should go guys. It's getting really late. Pretty sure Gukkie is worried."

Jimin frowns from where he's nestled in the sheets, sprawled out like the angel he is. "Spend the night. It's too cold outside anyway. We wouldn't want you getting sick."

Taehyung blinks, unbelieving of what his ears just picked up, but when he looks towards Hoseok, he knows he didn't imagine it. He bites his lip, hesitant, not really sure if he should agree or not.

"Er, is that okay with you guys?" He ventures to ask.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Hoseok asks in response and Taehyung bites his lip again.

This is brand new territory that he isn't sure should be crossed yet. All the signals he's been getting lately are mixed and for someone like him, someone who latches onto anyone that gives him affection, Taehyung knows he should decline and head home. So he shrugs and tries for a smile, feeling awkward.

"Okay, um, where do you guys keep your extra blankets?" Taehyung asks, undoing his jeans once again, but pausing when Jimin pushes himself onto his elbows to peer up at Taehyung. "What?"

"Tae, you're not sleeping on the couch," Jimin mutters, pouting cutely enough to make Taehyung's heart race.

He blinks himself out of his stupor, flushing when he notices the knowing smile on Hoseok's face. "I don't think the floor is going to be better than the couch, Jiminnie."

Jimin only shakes his head, still pouting but now more pronounced than before somehow. "You're going to sleep in the bed with us. You think we'd make you sleep on the couch after what we just did on these very sheets?"

Taehyung's flush quickly works it's way over his face and down to his neck, bleeding down towards his collarbones to really give him the embarrassed beyond belief effect. "Um."

Hoseok laughs, holding the covers up to reveal their naked bodies still jumbled together. "Get in here, Tae. You can sleep in the middle."

"Okay," he replies dumbly, slowly stripping himself back down again before warily getting under the sheets, jumping when Jimin rolls over him to get to the other side of the bed.

He's lying in between the two now, his face burning and feelings a mess, but when Hoseok kisses the side of his head and Jimin wraps an arm around his waist, Taehyung knows he's in too deep to back out now.

  The first time it happened, Taehyung was wearing tighter pants and smudged eyeliner, which had somehow helped him bag a hot, flexible couple who were interested in a threesome.

They'd gone at it for two hours before Taehyung eventually limped out of their apartment and made his way back towards his own. Jeongguk was passed out on the couch when he walked through the door, obviously having intended to wait up for Taehyung before succumbing to sleep anyway.

It was definitely cute and Taehyung's heart warmed over the way his best friend worried for him. He made sure to cover Jeongguk's sleeping form with two blankets that night before he took a shower and collapsed on his bed afterward. Sleep came easily that night, even if he did eventually have wet dreams about the hot couple for the rest of that week, Taehyung didn't regret it one bit.

Even when Jeongguk introduced him to his dance mentors, the same men Taehyung had slept with not three weeks ago, Taehyung still found that he didn't regret sleeping with them. Though things were awkward at first, Taehyung's friendly personality took care of that quick enough to the point where Jimin was steadily on his way to becoming Taehyung's newest best friend.

Hoseok wasn't as easy, but they were good enough friends now that it didn't bother them when Jimin would perch himself in Taehyung's lap instead of Hoseok's while they all hung out sometimes.

Of course, the new friendship hadn't stopped them from falling into bed again. It only seemed to enhance it really.

Taehyung spends most of his free time with the couple now and every time he does, his feelings for them only grow. It's a bad idea, Taehyung knows how awful this is all going to be for him when Hoseok and Jimin finally bar him from their bed, but he can't help how eager he is when Hoseok has his cock in Taehyung's mouth while Jimin fucks into him with all he has.

The sex is amazing, but the people, Jimin and Hoseok, they're really special.

Taehyung knows that with time, Hoseok and Jimin will grow tired of him and finally call quits on the sex. They already have each other after all, and if they have one another, why would either of them want Taehyung full-time too? It doesn't make sense when Taehyung considers just how amazing Jimin and Hoseok are.

It's why he's fallen so deeply in love with them.

Taehyung is screwed and he knows it, but by God, nothing will stop him from enjoying what he has now while he has it.

  "Hey, Tae! You're single right?"

Taehyung startles, seeming to realize where he's at as his mind slowly returns to the present.

Seokjin, Jeongguk's boyfriend, is sitting across from him with Jeongguk beside him. Hoseok and Jimin flank Taehyung, Jimin's hand on his thigh while Hoseok tries to feed Taehyung something. All eyes are on him, awaiting his answer, and Taehyung feels his face flush. He's all too aware of the piercing gazes his lovers are pinning him with.

Taehyung knows he should say yes, but with Jimin and Hoseok beside him, Taehyung isn't actually very sure if he should or not. They're not exclusive or anything, at least Taehyung doesn't think they are. It's never been discussed and Taehyung has never asked, too afraid of the answer he might receive. So he gulps and nods, keeping his gaze solely on Seokjin as he does.

"Um, yeah. Why?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.

Taehyung tries to ignore the way Hoseok and Jimin have gone painfully still in their seats once he'd answered Seokjin's question. Jimin's fingers are starting to dig into Taehyung's thigh and Hoseok has lowered his chopsticks, his head downcast as he eyes his food with a weird expression on his face.

Seokjin smiles and claps his hands together, delight clear on his handsome face despite the sudden somber mood that's descended upon Taehyung's side of the table. "Excellent. I have a friend I want to set you up with."

"What?" Taehyung blinks, too stunned to take Seokjin seriously as he looks towards Jeongguk for help. Jeongguk only shrugs, holding his hands up in front of him helplessly. "You're kidding, right?"

"I don't kid about love, Tae," Seokjin shakes his head with mock disappointment before he smiles again and sits up straight in his seat, leaning across the table to take Taehyung's hand in his. "I'm the love guru. After going on a date set up by me, you're sure to fall in love with each other and have a happily ever after while I get to say my practiced best man speech at your wedding in a few years time."

"Um," Taehyung mumbles, blinking rapidly while Jimin's grip on his thigh tightens, his fingers digging almost painfully into the muscle.

Hoseok has his face turned away from them now and Taehyung doesn't like the feeling swelling in his chest.

"If I say I'll go, will you stop talking about me getting married?" Taehyung asks, pulling his hand out of Seokjin's as he leans back in his own seat to get as far away from the eldest as he can.

Seokjin grins and nods. "Yes."

"Okay, then I'll go on this date with your friend."

Hoseok lurches from his seat and walks calmly towards the bathroom while Jimin pulls his hand away from Taehyung's thigh, looking as if Taehyung had burned him. Jeongguk quips an eyebrow up in question at Hoseok's retreating back, but Taehyung can't bring himself to turn in his seat to stare at his oldest lover.

"What's his problem?" Jeongguk asks, gaze still intent on Hoseok.

Taehyung shrugs, not having a clue really, and Jimin huffs beside him, standing up from his seat as well.

"Sorry. Hobi-hyung's been feeling sick since he woke up this morning. I'll go check up on him," Jimin mumbles, already walking away before he's even finished speaking.

Taehyung keeps his eyes on the table before him, missing the look Jimin shoots him with as he looks back at their table before soldiering on towards the bathroom. Seokjin pouts after them, a concerned look on his face.

"I hope he's alright. He was fine a second ago," Seokjin murmurs.

Taehyung nods, laughing a little awkwardly to try and get the conservation rolling again. "Hyung, who's this friend of yours anyway?"

Jeongguk glances at Taehyung suspiciously, opening his mouth to say something but he never gets the chance to when Seokjin speaks up before he can. "Oh! His name is Yoongi. He's a year younger than me and he's a rapper. You might've heard some of his stuff actually, he's really popular in the underground scene. His stage name is Agust D."

Taehyung laughs again, this time more genuinely. "Ah, I don't actually know that much about the underground. But his name does ring a bell. I think Namjoon might have mentioned him to me before."

Taehyung smiles, even if his legs are itching to take him running towards the bathroom where Hoseok and Jimin are still cooped up. Jeongguk is peering at him closely, his brows furrowed in concentration, but Taehyung ignores him, choosing instead to pay close attention to Seokjin again.

Seokjin's brows come together in something akin to confusion. "Wait, Namjoon? Kim Namjoon?"

"The one and only," Taehyung chuckles, smiling wide when Seokjin smacks his hand onto the tabletop once he's answered, his expression crumpling.

"You know RunchRanda?" Seokjin asks, his voice pitching incredibly high near the end of his question. "Jesus, Tae. He's Yoongi's ex! They literally just broke up."

Taehyung frowns. "Hyung, Namjoonie-hyung's my friend. I am not going on a date with his ex. Why don't you use your love guru powers to get them back together instead? That sounds like a better idea than making me go on a blind date with a guy who could probably kill me just by telling me to die."

Jeongguk laughs, nudging Seokjin in the side as the eldest pouts at Taehyung. "Hyungie, you're never going to get Taehyung to agree now. Taehyung is strict about not dating his friends' exes. The bro code is his bible."

Seokjin pouts, not liking how foiled his plan has quickly become. "Fine. But Taehyung, Yoongichi's a total softie. He's a rapper sure, but he's really sweet and he couldn't even hurt a fly. You're missing out by not agreeing to this."

Taehyung shrugs. "I'll make do, hyung. I don't think I'll miss out on much anyway."

Before Seokjin can say anything more, Hoseok and Jimin come back, grabbing their things quickly. Hoseok looks pale and sweaty and his bangs are wet as if he splashed water onto his face in the sink. Jimin keeps an arm around Hoseok the entire time, keeping his boyfriend steady as they gather their stuff.

"Sorry guys. Hobi-hyung isn't feeling well. We're gonna head home and don't worry about the bill," Jimin murmurs, quickly pulling money out his wallet that he leaves on the table, not once sparing Taehyung a glance. "I've got it covered."

"Bye, Jiminnie! If Hobi gets worse, call me and I'll tell you how to make my special healing soup," Seokjin says cheerily, waving at the couple as they quickly leave.

Taehyung feels something clog in his throat as they walk away. Hoseok looks over his shoulder once before they're out the door, his empty eyes pinning Taehyung to his seat. He blinks and looks forward again, looking more tired than before.

Ignoring the knife that's been shoved into his heart is a feat Taehyung never knew he was capable of, but when he turns back to face the couple in front of him, Taehyung realizes just how lonely he really is.

"Hyung," Taehyung murmurs quietly, half-hoping Seokjin won't be able to hear him.

"'Sup, Tae?" Seokjin replies anyway, his freakishly good hearing not working in Taehyung's favor.

He knows Jeongguk is staring at him again too, but Taehyung ignores that and pulls his phone out, quickly opening his notes. "Can you tell me how to make that soup?"

Seokjin takes his phone without hesitation and starts typing away, a soft smile on his face. When Taehyung finally does look up, he immediately meets Jeongguk's gaze and knows without a doubt that Jeongguk knows.

Taehyung feels that he couldn't leave the restaurant fast enough after Seokjin gives him his phone back. He ignores Jeongguk again and makes a dash for the door, only realizing his mistake then when the first raindrops land in his hair and trail down to drip down into his eyes.

Today is so not Taehyung's day.

  Juggling a container of soup and an umbrella is harder than it seems, Taehyung thinks.

He's standing in front of the apartment he practically lives in by this point, feeling queasy and nervous. He knows that Hoseok and Jimin are home, but he can't bring himself to knock.

What had happened at the restaurant earlier is still bugging him.

It isn't possible that Hoseok and Jimin could be jealous over Taehyung agreeing to that blind date. Taehyung knows the two don't want him like that. They're friends who occasionally have sex and that's it.

That's all it'll ever be between the three of them.

So the only real reason that things played out like that is because Hoseok really is sick and Jimin's taking care of him right now. Hoseok's probably whining and making that cute pout he reserves for when he's tired and sleepy and not getting his way. Jimin's probably rubbing his feet while a humidifier chugs calmly nearby, permeating the air with steam to help Hoseok breathe easier.

Yeah, that's gotta be it. Hoseok is really sick and Taehyung should get this soup to him right away.

The soup is starting to feel cold and in a panic, Taehyung knocks loudly, cursing himself for dropping the umbrella when he did. He shifts the container in his arms and steps back, not wanting to bang his head on the door when he leans down to pick up his umbrella.

It's as he's bent over, his fingers just having curled around the handle of the umbrella, that the door opens to reveal Jimin. Taehyung stills, not daring to look up through his lashes while he tightens his grip on the handle of the umbrella.

He rises slowly then, not missing the way Jimin's breath stutters in his throat when Taehyung is at eye-level with his crotch before continuing on. When he does manage to stand at his full height, Jimin has to tip his head back to stare at his face properly and Taehyung feels a tiny thrill run through him at that fact.

"Tae? What are you doing here?" Jimin asks then, his eyes flicking down to stare at the container in Taehyung's arms before looking back up again.

Taehyung holds the soup out, trying his best to smile like nothing is bothering him. "I brought Seokjin-hyung's special healing soup. Gukk-ah told me that you said Hobi-hyung is still feeling bad."

Jimin gapes at him, blinking furiously as if he has no idea what to say. Taehyung stares back, still holding the container out in front of him, feeling a little dumb now that Jimin is standing in front of him.

"Jiminnie! Who's at the door?"

Both men jump to attention at the sound of Hoseok's voice, and it's Taehyung's turn to gape when Hoseok appears behind Jimin to wrap an arm around his waist. He looks perfectly fine, no longer sweaty or pale and Taehyung shifts his footing, not knowing what to do anymore.

Was Hoseok never sick then?

"Oh! Taehyung? What are you doing here?" Hoseok asks with surprise lining every plane of his very handsome face. "I thought you had that date."

Taehyung doesn't miss the way Hoseok's face darkens at the mention of the date Taehyung is very much not on right now and he flushes, his heart hammering in his chest while his brain starts to scream internally at him. Jimin leans back into Hoseok's chest and pats the elder's arm, his lips pursed as he stares at Taehyung.

Taehyung holds the container of soup higher now, desperately trying to regain his footing in the situation. "I brought you soup."

As if that somehow explains why his face is beet red, why the tips of his ears are pink, and why his voice is shaking with uncertainty. Hoseok arches a brow but then frowns once he realizes how damp Taehyung is.

"Did you walk in the rain over here?" The elder asks.

If he wasn't already, Taehyung knows he would've flushed in response so he only timidly nods, shaking the container for one of them to take already. "I brought you soup," he repeats his statement dumbly.

"Tae, get in here already. You're gonna get sick," Jimin mumbles, worry on his face as he takes the soup from Taehyung and grabs him by the wrist to pull him inside.

Hoseok shuts the door behind them and helps Taehyung out of his wet jacket while Jimin disappears into the kitchen to heat up the soup Taehyung brought. There's an amused smile curling Hoseok's lips upwards and Taehyung would be endeared by it if he wasn't embarrassed right now.

"Tae, why didn't you call one of us to pick you up? You're going to get sick now from walking over here with the weather like this," Hoseok says, shaking his head as he hangs Taehyung's jacket up.

Taehyung shrugs while he slips his shoes off and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Hoseok hugs him from behind as they waddle towards the kitchen after Jimin. It's obvious that Hoseok is very much not sick anymore, but he's upset over something and Taehyung's mind is running amuck with trying to figure out the exact reason why.

Jimin has transferred the soup into a pot on the stove, the stovetop already turned on to start heating it up. Hoseok hooks his chin over Taehyung's shoulder as they wait for Jimin to pay attention to them instead, but Jimin has always been persistent when it comes to food. The only thing that could get Jimin to look away from the food he's making is if one of them was actually dying or trying to kill the other. But Hoseok seems content to wait, his grip firm on Taehyung's waist.

One of Hoseok's hand dips under Taehyung's sweater to skim over his hip, making a delicious shiver run down his back. Taehyung can feel the smile that curves across Hoseok's lips then, but he has no time to prepare himself for the way Hoseok's skillful fingers trail across his stomach and lower back, leaving gasoline in their wake.

The fire in Taehyung's veins only comes to life when Jimin gives them both a quick peck before turning back towards the soup again. Hoseok turns Taehyung around and leans against the kitchen counter, letting his hands explore as Taehyung stares into his eyes.

There's something possessive about the way Hoseok is touching him. He isn't shy or afraid to let his hands roam where they may. There's no flush of embarrassment in Hoseok's cheeks while he gropes Taehyung. His eyes gleam and his brow is furrowed, and if Taehyung didn't know any better, he'd say that Hoseok looks angry.

Jimin hums behind him, moving around now as he takes bowls and spoons out for the soup. Taehyung shivers when Hoseok cups him through his jeans, letting his eyelids flutter shut as he throws his head back and exposes his neck for Hoseok to claim, his hips rutting forward of their own accord. Hoseok presses kiss after kiss to the column of Taehyung's throat while he lets his own hips cant forward to thrust into Taehyung's.

Taehyung groans aloud, eyes opening when Hoseok lets go of him immediately, stepping away quickly to help Jimin out. He watches him go, confused and aroused and having no idea about what just happened. The back of Jimin's neck is flushed a delicate pink and when Hoseok places a tender kiss on Jimin's round cheek, something in Taehyung's chest twists painfully until it feels like he might cry.

Jimin sets out three bowls of steaming soup and takes Taehyung's hand to lead him towards the small table that's jammed up against one of their living room walls. Hoseok doesn't look at him again as they eat the soup and Taehyung keeps his eyes on his food, swallowing down spoonful after spoonful robotically.

It isn't until they're done eating does Jimin decide to break the silence that has enveloped them.

"Tae. Don't you have to be on a date with Seokjin-hyung's friend right now?" He asks, his tone ever so polite.

Too polite for Taehyung's tastes and he's suddenly very, very tired. He's tired of everything and by this point, Taehyung doesn't care if Jimin and Hoseok figure out he likes them more than what their arrangement asks of him.

"Why do you two keep asking me that?" He avoids answering the question by asking one of his own, his annoyance clear in his voice.

Jimin frowns at him, exchanging a surprised glance with Hoseok before he looks back at Taehyung. "Because we thought you were going on a date? But you're here instead so that leaves us wondering. Why are you here, Tae? Aren't you supposed to go on that date you agreed to go on earlier?"

Taehyung bristles, breathing out through his nose to try and calm down. "I'm here because I thought Hobi-hyung was sick and Seokjin-hyung was nice enough to give me the recipe for his soup. That's why I'm here."

"That's really the only reason?" Hoseok asks then, brow arched in question again.

"Yes?" Taehyung murmurs, confused beyond belief. "Why? Is there supposed to be some other reason that I came here instead of wasting my time on some stupid date with Namjoonie-hyung's ex?"

"I don't know. You're the one who's single, remember?" Hoseok replies, something inexplicably harsh in his tone that it has Taehyung's imaginary hackles rising.

"Why are you two so mad at me! What did I do wrong?" Taehyung stands up as he shouts, his voice and hands shaking as he starts to pace, too anxious and angry to sit still while he argues with the two men he's undeniably in love with. "Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it, okay? I don't like it when you two are mad at me. You getーyou get really mean when you're mad at me. I have no idea what I did to piss you guys off."

Jimin stands up then too, his gaze soft as he grabs hold of Taehyung's elbow to stop him in his tracks. "Taeー"

"No, you know what?" Hoseok slams his hands down on the dining table as he stands as well, his voice a near shout. "You wanna know why we're pissed off at you?"

Taehyung nods, even if he knows it's a rhetorical question because it's clear that Hoseok is going to tell him what's bothering him whether Taehyung really wanted to know or not.

"We're pissed off because our fucking boyfriend is out telling all our friends that he's single right in our fucking faces! Do you know how humiliating that is? Imagine that the guy you like and sleep with on the regular, the same guy who does your chores without any complaint and fucks you when you're stressed out so that you can relax, is telling your closest friends that he isn't interested in holding a relationship with you, or your boyfriend, but is definitely willing to go out on a date with a perfect stranger right in front of your face!"

Taehyung stands shellshocked as Hoseok's shout rings in his ears, too stunned by his happy-go-lucky hyung suddenly becoming angry to think of what to say in response. Hoseok draws in a deep breath as he continues, his face turning an ugly shade of red.

"And then to top it off, he brings you soup right after because he thinks you're sick and lets you grope him in the kitchen, expecting you to fuck him and then he gets mad when you don't, all while playing dumb about why you're mad at him too! How the fuck do you expect us not to be angry at you over that, Tae, huh? Do you not want to be our boyfriend anymore? 'Cause if you don't, there are much simpler ways of telling us without making us look like idiots in public!" Hoseok shouts into Taehyung's face as he steps forward to crowd into the younger man's space, his finger jabbing the younger's chest accusingly.

Jimin looks sheepish, struggling his way in between them as he places a palm on both of their chests to push them away from each other. "Calm down, now. You both say things you don't mean when you're angry and if you'd rather not say something you might regret, please chill the fuck out."

"But, Jiminnieー" Hoseok begins to say, his face crumpling when Jimin cuts him off.

"No buts. I know you and I know you too, Tae. You both are really fierce when you're mad and if we're going to settle this, we need to do it as civilized human beings," Jimin says, his tone firm and demanding.

Taehyung blubbers around for something to say, more confused than he's ever felt in his life. "Boyfriend?" He manages to get out after several attempts.

"Tae," Jimin sighs, running a hand down his face as he pushes Hoseok towards the couch with his hip. "You're gonna want to sit down for this because it's really clear to me that you don't remember shit about that night two weeks ago."

"What night? What are you two talking about?" Taehyung asks as he flaps his arms out at his sides.

Jimin and Hoseok sigh simultaneously, mirroring pained expressions on their faces as they each take one of Taehyung's hands and sit down on the couch together. Taehyung looks between them, not knowing what to expect, but he's pretty sure that whatever it is isn't going to be a pleasant walk down memory lane.

  Taehyung couldn't tell which way was up and which was down, but through his drunken haze, he could say with perfect clarity just how wonderful Hoseok and Jimin were.

They held him up between them, heading back to their apartment instead of Taehyung's. It'd been almost two months since they first let him spend the night, but right then, he couldn't think of anything else except how gentle they were handling him. It was more gentle than what Taehyung deserved in that moment, but he wasn't going to complain when Jimin caved in and swept him up into his arms as Hoseok unlocked their door and held it open for Jimin to go through.

"Pretty," Taehyung singsonged, his voice slurred near the end. "Jiminnie's so pretty."

Jimin laughed as he carried Taehyung past the living room and down the short hallway before setting him down in the bathroom. He grabbed the hem of Taehyung's shirt and pulled it up, giving Taehyung the completely wrong idea as the drunken man tried to kiss him with his shirt still over his head. Hoseok's laugh joined Jimin's in the bathroom and Taehyung smiled dumbly at them, blinking sleepily as Hoseok hooked a finger into the loop of his pants to pull Taehyung forward. Taehyung's shoes and socks soon disappeared and then his pants were lost too as Hoseok quickly undressed in front of him. Taehyung knew without looking that Jimin was naked then too.

The showerhead turned on and Jimin waited until the water was warm before he ushered both of his lovers to step in.

It's a small bathroom, but Taehyung never had any trouble sharing the shower with the two men he loved most, so he spent most of his time under the stream of water leaned back on Jimin's chest as Hoseok put shampoo in his hair and scrubbed his body with the body wash that smelled like Jimin. A tiny thrill ran down Taehyung's spine as he thought about how he'd end up smelling like them by the time morning came and he had to say, he wasn't upset by that one bit. Jimin supported his weight and when they were all done cleaning up, Hoseok got Taehyung to kneel in front of the toilet just as Taehyung vomited into it.

It stung as it came up, but Taehyung's drunken brain could barely register it at all.

When they helped him stand again, Jimin handed him his toothbrush and Taehyung brushed his teeth robotically, not being able to remember when he got his own toothbrush to keep on their bathroom sink in the first place. Hoseok brushed his teeth as well, a steady hand on Taehyung's back the entire time and once Jimin had finished brushing his, they all made their way towards the bedroom, not bothering to dress first.

They fell into the bed together, Taehyung in between them, and when Hoseok's nose trailed across his shoulders, Taehyung moaned and leaned back into the elder, trying to rub his ass against Hoseok's soft cock behind him. Jimin laughed and shook his head, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's nose.

"Not tonight, Tae. You're too drunk, baby," Jimin murmured as he pecked Taehyung's lips, as gentle as always.

Taehyung whined, wrapping a sluggish arm around Jimin to pull him forward until they bumped chests. "Wanna be your baby, please. Let me be your baby."

Hoseok laughed behind him and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, pulling himself closer as Taehyung's whines only got louder.

"Please. Let me be your baby forever. Don't wanna be with anyone else, please," Taehyung cried then, not knowing at all when the waterworks even started.

Jimin's concerned face swam in Taehyung's drunken and watery gaze and he knew he absolutely wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, but there was nothing stopping his brain-to-mouth filter. "Please. I love you. Jiminnie, Hobi-hyung. I love you, please."

Hoseok hitched a leg over Taehyung's hip and pressed his chest to the younger man's back, pulling himself in close until his mouth was right by Taehyung's ear. "Tae, you're just saying this 'cause you're drunk."

"No," Taehyung denied, his slur not helping him in the slightest. "I mean it. I love you. Hobi. Jiminnie. I love you."

Jimin giggled, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's forehead. "Okay, Tae. You can be our baby forever. We'll talk about it more in the morning, deal?"

"D-deal," Taehyung murmured, kissing Jimin again once he was close enough, giggling right after. "Ha, we're all boyfriends now."

Hoseok laughed when Taehyung turned on his side to give him a kiss as well, mumbling a slurred and stuttered good night as he let the softness of the sheets, pillows, and his lovers cradle him to sleep.

  He feels that he might be a little sick.

Taehyung can't quite believe how much of a complete dumbfuck he is. Jesus H. Christ, someone please take him out of his misery.

"I said that?" He asks again, unsure of whether this is his actual reality or not. "I honest to God said that? While drunk? And you two held me to it without even bringing it up while I was sober like you said we would! Are you kidding me?"

Taehyung buries his face in his hands, a blush clear on his face as he avoids the gazes of his lovers. Drunk Taehyung needs a stern talking to and sober Taehyung vows never to drink again.

Jimin looks sheepish again, biting his lip when Taehyung chances a glance up in his direction. "Well, I-I triedーYou went down on me before I could even bring it up the next morning! Don't pin this on me!"

"Butー" Taehyung cuts himself off with a deep breath, willing himself to remain calm as he lifts his head back up again to stare at both men. "You two let me say all of that, then don't bring it up again? All this time, I really thought you two would grow tired of me. I thought you two were going to kick me out of your bed soon. Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cry."

"I think we should be the ones crying. You're the one who agreed to go on a date without even talking to us first! Even if you didn't know about your confession, you should have still considered the possibility of confessing to us, again, before you said yes to the blind date," Hoseok sniffs, indignant as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Taehyung groans and lets himself fall back on the couch. "Look, I already changed my mind about it. I told Jinnie-hyung to set up Namjoonie with Yoongi-ssi instead."

"Why?" Hoseok asks, pouting as he looks up to meet Taehyung's gaze.

"Because I love you! There? Are you happy now?" Taehyung shouts, scowling fiercely before his face smooths out when Jimin takes his hand in both of his own.

"Very," Jimin replies, a large grin spread across his face.

A warm feeling flutters in Taehyung's chest as he smiles back, blushing when Jimin kisses the back of his hand. Hoseok groans on Taehyung's other side, bringing both of the younger men's attention back to him. Taehyung offers him an apologetic smile and holds his hand towards the eldest, urging him with his eyes alone to take it.

Hoseok's expression softens and he sighs while he takes the hand Taehyung holds out to him. "I'm sorry. We're all a little to blame for how this played out."

"I'm sorry too. I really do love you two, and if you'd want me, I'd really like to be your boyfriend. Forreal this time," Taehyung murmurs, his face feeling as warm as his chest.

Jimin chuckles beside him, pressing a soft kiss to Taehyung's cheek. "Of course we want you, Tae. We want you so much."

"We do," Hoseok agrees. "We love you Tae, a lot. I really don't know how you could think we wouldn't."

Taehyung shrugs, looking down at his socks instead. "I don't know, sometimes it just felt like you guys only wanted me around for sex. It didn't always feel like you two wanted me for me, at least to me it didn't. Not all the time anyway."

"That's ridiculous, TaeTae. We do want you. Much more than you know," Jimin murmurs, kissing Taehyung's hand again.

Hoseok leans into his side and lets his mouth linger by Taehyung's ear, his breath sending a chill down Taehyung's spine once he begins to speak. "Why don't you let us show you how much we want you?"

"Show me?" Taehyung asks dumbly.

Jimin and Hoseok exchange matching grins before they both turn to face the youngest of their trio simultaneously. There's a gleam in their eyes that has Taehyung's little friend standing at attention and Taehyung gulps, a little nervous.

"Let us show you."

Taehyung nods, moaning instantly when both men move in to kiss along his collarbones and throat. Taehyung curls into their touch, groaning as Hoseok cups him, Jimin's deft fingers making quick work of Taehyung's jeans. He's left in his sweater and boxers, hair a bit ruffled now, but he's happy to sit back and relax while Hoseok and Jimin give him a show.

They strip each other of their clothing slowly, sensually. Taehyung pays close attention to the way they let their hands explore the other's body while they bare themselves, something poetic about it all.

Hoseok and Jimin were obviously made for one another, Taehyung had known that from the moment they first met. It was the main reason why he thought they would never want him. If soulmates were real, Taehyung knows that without a doubt Hoseok and Jimin would be the best soulmates around. They know each other like the back of their hand, and the way they interact with one another is something that's only attained from baring one's soul without fear of judgment or rejection.

Jimin and Hoseok are destined to be, and somehow, Taehyung is lucky to be roped along. He isn't complaining, not one bit, not when the two crawl all over him as they try to strip him of all his clothing as well. Jimin's smile is big enough to blind the moon, but Hoseok's could very well rival the sun. Taehyung smiles back, accepting the kisses they press to his lips. It's hot between them and Taehyung is glad he isn't the only one who's excited about what's to come.

"Bed," Taehyung gasps out, hands clutching both of his lovers' wrists. "Please."

They lift him up from the couch, Hoseok in the lead as they migrate towards the bedroom and Taehyung bounces on the mattress when Jimin pushes him down. He smiles up at them, an idea forming in his mind as he pushes himself up into a sitting position.

"Can I take you both?" Taehyung asks, biting his lip when both men's eyes go wide as saucers.

Jimin laughs as he clambers onto Taehyung's lap, kissing him fiercely before speaking while Hoseok grabs the lube. "Are you psychic or something? Hobi-hyung and I were thinking about how pretty you'd look stuffed full with both our cocks."

A shiver wracks Taehyung's spine at the thought, he feels he might vibrate out of his skin if these two don't fuck him soon.

Jimin takes mercy on him by rubbing his thumbs across Taehyung's nipples, smiling when Taehyung immediately responds to his touch, moaning loud for the couple's neighbors to hear. Jimin smiles, kissing him again and then Hoseok is there, his warm chest pressed against Taehyung's back. Taehyung groans again, falling back into Hoseok's embrace as the eldest grabs his thighs and spreads his legs open, making room for his lube-slicked fingers and Jimin alike.

Taehyung is ready for what these two have in store for him, but when Hoseok's digits circle his rim, Taehyung can't help but whine. He wants them desperately, wants them to fill him up and fuck him good and hard until he can't sit down for a week without thinking of them. Jimin flicks his nipple, the pert nub standing at full attention now that Jimin has his hands on him, still kissing him with equal fervor.

He keens when Hoseok presses his forefinger past Taehyung's rim, the slick digit leaving Taehyung wanting more. Jimin twists Taehyung's nipple, demanding that his attention be brought back to him instead. Taehyung gives it to him, his jaw slack as Hoseok works his finger in before curling it and Taehyung's back arches, pushing his chest more firmly into Jimin's hands.

Taehyung can feel Hoseok's smile on his skin, it's as soft and as warm as the man working him open right now. He can feel it when Hoseok presses his second finger in, the stretch barely noticeable but still enough for Taehyung to take notice. Jimin adds his tongue to the equation then, roaming over Taehyung's nipples while his body begins to shake as pleasure thrums through him. It's almost insane how hard Taehyung is right now, but he can't complain, not when he's getting what he's wanted all day really.

Hoseok kisses his shoulder as he presses another digit past Taehyung's rim, shushing the youngest when he cries out. Jimin hums against his chest, blowing cold air over Taehyung's nipples and smiling as Taehyung whines, proud of the response he's being given. Taehyung lets them do as they please, his hands on Jimin's hips while Hoseok makes short work of him, even adding a fourth finger to the frisk, letting Taehyung know that Jimin will push into him first.

Jimin's cock is heavy on Taehyung's abdomen, the ruddy head peeking out from Jimin's uncut foreskin as pre-come leaks out from the tip. Taehyung's mouth waters at the sight, his breath catching in his throat when Hoseok's fingers graze against his prostate, wringing a breathy little moan out of the youngest. Jimin smiles at him, taking one of Taehyung's nipples in his mouth and only pausing when Hoseok pats his arm to let him know Taehyung's stretched out enough for him. Jimin nods, leaning up to kiss Taehyung before he breaks away from Taehyung's grasp and scoots over to the head of the bed, propping some pillows against the headboard before he settles himself on them, one hand curled towards Taehyung to motion him forward. Hoseok laughs at their theatrics, pushing Taehyung along as they all settle themselves, Taehyung on Jimin's lap with Hoseok laid out on his stomach between Jimin's outstretched legs.

Jimin grabs Taehyung's neck and pulls him down, leaning up until he's able to kiss him the way he wants. Hoseok hums behind them, his hands spread out on Jimin's thighs while he takes Jimin into his mouth, quick and sloppy, not really focusing on one thing or another. Taehyung swallows the moans Jimin breathes against his lips, the sounds wet and undeniably sexy. It's amazing how quickly these two can put Taehyung under their spell, making him forgot everything from his name to his entire life story. The only thing that Taehyung can really remember when they get him like this is just how much he loves them.

The pop that sounds out when Hoseok lets Jimin's cock slide out of his mouth is loud, but it only further adds fuel to the fire burning within Taehyung as Hoseok flicks his hips and holds Jimin from the base, getting them both into position. Jimin grabs onto Taehyung's waist and breathes out a little sigh when he can feel Taehyung's pink, stretched hole above him. Hoseok watches it all, feeling as if he could drool at the sight before him as Taehyung's pretty pink hole envelops Jimin's thick cock, sliding smoothly down to the hilt in one swift move. He stays there for a few moments, catching his breath and letting his body adjust before he lifts his hips and lets them fall, all three of them moaning when Taehyung's ass slaps against Jimin's thighs.

Taehyung develops his own rhythm, not in any rush to get them anywhere, but when Jimin reaches up and twists his nipples in his fingers again, he can't help how his hips begin to pick up speed. The pleasure burning through Taehyung isn't quick or desperate, but slow and sleepy for the time being. If they're both going to fuck him at the same time, Taehyung needs his body to be patient, not wanting to finish before the fun has even begun.

But that becomes difficult when Hoseok grabs his thighs and keeps him still as he presses his tongue in along Jimin's cock. Jimin's hips kick pitifully, giggling a little when Hoseok slaps his thigh in warning, telling the both of them to lay still. Taehyung knows the angle isn't right and Hoseok's neck will probably hurt by the end of this, but right now, he's more focused on pushing his hips down into Hoseok's face, moaning when one of Hoseok's fingers is added as well. Hoseok's tongue feels heavenly and Taehyung isn't even sure how Jimin hasn't blown his load yet.

Evidently, Jimin is actually trying very hard not to, his thighs clenched as he pinches Taehyung's nipples and cries out as another finger is sliding up into Taehyung's heat and along Jimin's cock. Taehyung wants to laugh at Jimin, but he's much too distracted as Hoseok lets his tongue and fingers slip away, only to have his complaints die in his throat as the pop of the lube's cap being opened sounds out. Hoseok squirts a decent amount on his fingers, smiling as he snaps it closed again and grabs Taehyung's waist with his free hand, sitting up on his knees while he presses two digits past Taehyung's already stretched rim.

Jimin twists his nipple again, whining a little when Taehyung pulls away and starts to twist, his lovers going painfully still as he does, only stopping when he's face to face with Hoseok. The elder smiles at him, his fingers moving again and Taehyung groans when Jimin reaches around him to grasp at his chest again. There's no escaping Jimin and his fascination with Taehyung's nipples.

Taehyung gasps when Hoseok presses in a third finger along with the others and Jimin stops moving his hips, giving Taehyung time to adjust. Hoseok only continues to scissoring him open when Taehyung nods, his hair flopping into his face and sticking where it comes into contact with sweat. Taehyung is a mess and he knows it, but he knows that neither of his boyfriends minds that fact. If anything, that was their goal the entire time.

Hoseok kisses him as his fingers slip out a little while later, grabbing Taehyung's chin so that he's looking into Hoseok's eyes when the elder asks, "You're still okay with taking us both?"

Taehyung nods, smiling when Jimin kisses his nape. "Definitely. Please hurry, I think Jiminnie's gonna come soon."

"Oh, I am," Jimin cuts in, smiling over Taehyung's shoulder when Hoseok laughs at him. "The rimming was a nice touch, hyung, but please never again. I almost came up your damn nose in that position."

Taehyung giggles as Hoseok rolls his eyes, leaning over Taehyung to kiss Jimin swiftly. "Thanks for being considerate, babe. You're a real one."

Jimin laughs too, the sound like tinkling bells and Taehyung feels that same warm feeling flutter in his chest again. Hoseok kisses him too, more fiercely than he did Jimin, but still as gentle and the feeling swoops down into Taehyung's stomach before flying up into his throat and fighting to break through.

"I love you," Taehyung gasps out, the warm feeling at peace again.

Hoseok smiles, that same sunny smile that makes Taehyung feel all limp and giggly. "I love you too, Tae. And Jiminnie. We both love you."

"That's right, Tae. Love you lots," Jimin whispers against his neck, pressing a kiss there before he snaps his hips up into Taehyung harshly, reminding them all of the situation at hand.

Hoseok nods and lets one of his hands clamp over Jimin's on Taehyung's waist as he nudges the younger's thighs apart with his knee and scoots forward. The base of his cock is held tight in his hand and Taehyung takes in a deep breath as Hoseok positions himself.

The stretch is unlike anything Taehyung's ever felt before. It's delicious and painful, but the pain only adds to his pleasure by tenfold and Taehyung finds that he's crying out nonsense, already delirious. Hoseok kisses him to quiet him, pushing in to the hilt slowly with Jimin eerily still behind them.

It isn't until Hoseok is situated right beside Jimin and Taehyung's breathing has evened out does Jimin start to move. His thrust is deep and already his angle is just right. Taehyung cries out between them, grabbing onto Hoseok's shoulders as the elder begins to move as well. He's putty in their hands, embarrassingly so, but it's worth it for this. For Hoseok and Jimin to set up a rhythm where one of them is always buried deep within Taehyung while the other moves. For Jimin to reach around and keep pinching his nipples as Hoseok licks a stripe up the column of Taehyung's throat, his teeth digging in to leave marks anyone would be able to see.

But Taehyung isn't concerned about hiding them. If Hoseok and Jimin really are his, then it's fine for them to leave marks where people can see that they've been there. So he tips his head back and exposes his throat for Hoseok to claim again, a moan rumbling in his chest when Hoseok leans in to take him up on his offer.

There's a steady burn in Taehyung's veins now, his body jumping to life with each thrust of his lovers. He knows he'll be sore tomorrow and probably for the rest of the week since he's lazy, but it'll be a good kind of soreness. The kind that remains in your bones and lingers in your muscles, reminding you of what you did to get it there.

Taehyung doesn't want to forget this, the way the two men he loves move into him, telling him without words how much they want him, how much they love him.

He's stupid for thinking they'd grow tired of him. How could they when they keep touching him like this, keep murmuring his name between them as if it's some sort of prayer?

They really do love him and Taehyung, he loves them too.

Jimin cries out as he comes, buried deep in Taehyung as he does and Taehyung clenches around him, pushing his hips down until his ass is in Jimin's lap again. Hoseok keeps going though, smiling and cooing at Jimin as he collapses against the pillows once he's done, looking tired and spent and entirely fucked out. A delicious burn flows through Taehyung without reserve too and he knows he's close.

Hoseok grips his hips and leans up to kiss him, his hips work hard and fast as Taehyung leans back on Jimin, trying to get the angle right for the both of them. Jimin doesn't slip out as he moves, and his welcomed girth helps both of his lovers who've yet to come, pushing them both towards the brink when he starts to move his hips again.

Taehyung whines as he comes untouched, his cock spurting out milky white onto Hoseok's stomach and both their thighs. He clenches down again on them both, involuntarily this time, and Hoseok comes them too, his body going painfully still as he groans out. Jimin smiles at them both once they're done, a hand in their sweaty hair. He pulls out of Taehyung carefully, not wanting to hurt Taehyung who's generally sensitive to anything. Jimin then lifts him up until Hoseok slips out as well, the two falling into the sheets groggily.

Jimin sits up and opens Taehyung's legs, making Taehyung have a moment of panic when he thinks Jimin is going for round two so soon, but that dies down quickly enough. Jimin inspects his stretched rim for any tears, prodding carefully until he's content with his findings. Taehyung smiles at the smug look on his face, feeling a little sleepy as Hoseok rolls over and throws an arm over him, kissing Taehyung's chest.

He whines when Jimin dips down and presses his tongue along his rim, his intent to lick Taehyung clean awfully clear. Hoseok drags his fingers through the come on Taehyung's thighs and licks them clean, giggling at Taehyung's wide eyes.

He knew they were kinky, but this definitely went beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Jimin laps at the come leaking out of him happily, obviously enjoying this, and even though Taehyung is awfully sensitive, he lets Jimin have this. Hoseok too joins in by laving his tongue across Taehyung's thighs to get the remaining come there and groans when Jimin reaches up to swipe his fingers through the come on Hoseok's own thighs and stomach.

"Fuck," Taehyung mutters under his breath, already feeling himself begin to grow hard again.

Hoseok smirks at him, leaning in to kiss him, and despite Taehyung being able to taste himself on his tongue, he kisses the elder back with fervor. Jimin hums in between his legs, his tongue buried past Taehyung's soft pink hole. It's a pretty sight that Jimin knows he'll get to see more of now that they're really official, but he can't help how much time he spends down there anyway, admiring it all. Hoseok has his mouth around one of Taehyung's nipples and Jimin pushes himself up to take the other one in between his teeth, sucking greedily on the bud. Taehyung moans, his voice low and husky enough to have Jimin roaring to go again.

Hoseok kisses them both as he quickly opens himself up, plopping himself atop Taehyung when the youngest is hard again. Jimin is careful as he slips into Taehyung, his thrusts slow and measured, but it does nothing to stop the fire roaring in Taehyung's veins.

He loves them, more than words can say and he can't believe they're really his.

  "You guys are grossly in love. It's gross, tone it down," Jeongguk groans from across the table, his face twisted into a scowl.

Seokjin laughs beside him, smiling wide at Taehyung. "Ignore him. He's still sulking that you didn't tell him first."

Taehyung smiles back, shrugging. "There was nothing to tell him if he already knew."

Jeongguk crosses his arms over his chest and scowls harder. "I did not. It was just a suspicion. Which I was right about!"

"Would you like a cookie for a job well done?" Jimin teases, glancing down at the menu before he gives Jeongguk a pitying look. "Sorry, they don't have any on the menu. I'll buy you some from McDonald's on our way back."

"I don't want a cookie," Jeongguk pouts, turning into Seokjin's side as he gazes up at his boyfriend. "Tell them to stop being gross, hyungie. Makes me nauseous."

Seokjin only laughs, patting Jeongguk's head as the boy's scowl grows. "Don't worry Gukkie. They're just in their honeymoon phase is all."

"For six months? I don't think so," Jeongguk groans, tipping his head forward into Seokjin's chest.

Hoseok laughs from Taehyung's other side, leaning over the table to clap a hand on Jeongguk's back. "You were in the honeymoon phase for an entire year. You have no room to criticize, Gukk-ah."

Jeongguk scowls at him too, sighing in relief when a waiter passes by to take their orders. Once he's gone, a thought strikes Taehyung and he leans over the table to look up into Seokjin's handsome face.

"Hyung, whatever happened with Namjoonie-hyung and um...what's-his-face?" Taehyung asks, his mind conjuring up a total blank when he tries to think about the name of Namjoon's ex.

Seokjin claps his hands together and smiles with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I tricked Namjoon into taking your place on that date and they fell back together like two puzzle pieces!"

"You're diabolical," Jeongguk murmurs in wonderment. "I'm in love with you."

"And you called us gross," Hoseok mutters, rolling his eyes when Seokjin's entire face flushes a delicate pink as Jeongguk leans up to give him a peck on the lips.

"Let them have their moment," Jimin whispers back, smiling at the two men sitting across from them. "Remember, they're paying this time around."

"Milk 'em for what they're worth boys," Taehyung says evilly, rubbing his palms together in a menacing way.

Hoseok scoffs. "Should've said that before we ordered."

"Damn," Taehyung mutters to himself. "I forgot about that."

Jimin laughs, breaking both of his boyfriends away from their thoughts. "It's fine. We can always add on."

Hoseok smiles back at him, lighting up the entire restaurant from how brightly he shines with happiness. "You're right. We can always do that."

Taehyung looks between them, understanding the unspoken meaning behind those words and as his chest flutters with the warm feeling of his love for these two men, Hoseok and Jimin smile at him, offering him their everything.

He takes it and offers up his own, warm all over when they accept him, flaws and all.

[hungline]

the beginning of us (three)

pairing: yoonminseok, metamours yoonmin  genre: angst, smut, abo au, rated xxx  warnings: abo dynamics, explicit sexual content, trans male character, heat sex, penetrative sex    a/n: for @portscutie i love ya momma <3 words: 2085 

summary: Jimin thought that Hoseok was it for him, that he would only ever have him in his life, but then Yoongi goes into heat and shows Jimin that maybe he has always known there was something missing from their lives. Who could have guessed that it would be Yoongi though?

"Hyung, you remembered to take your heat suppressant this morning, right?"

Jimin watches the way Yoongi fans himself as he rolls his eyes, looking over the side of the couch to stare at Hoseok in the kitchen.

"I take my suppressants every morning, Hoseok. You know that won't stop my heat from coming," Yoongi replies, eyes darting towards where Jimin is sitting on the armchair and away again.

Hoseok pokes his head out of the kitchen and tsks at Yoongi, mouth turned down in a pout. "I know very well that suppressants don't stop it, they just keep you from getting pregnant, but we still need to talk about us spending your heat alone. You know that Jiminnie said he doesn't mind joining us."

Yoongi's eyes land on Jimin again and he does his best to act like he isn't fazed, a heavy feeling weighing down on his chest. Jimin keeps his gaze steady though and tries for a smile, hoping that it is enough to convince the pretty omega.

"I don't mind, hyung," Jimin murmurs, his face feeling warmer and warmer with each passing second that Yoongi only blinks back at him.

"Thank you for the offer," Yoongi says politely back, "but I wouldn't want to force you into anything just because of my heat. I can tell you're not really comfortable yet with all of this and it's understandable considering you were with Hoseok-ah first."

Jimin scrunches his brow together in thought and opens his mouth to say something in reply, to reassure Yoongi that he is comfortable, that he just doesn't know what to do half the time, but then Hoseok is walking into the living room with a tray of food that he sets down in front of Yoongi on top of the coffee table. The beta then hauls Jimin out of the armchair and pulls him towards the front door.

"We have to go, otherwise I'll be late," Hoseok rushes through his words as he slips his shoes on, grabbing his coat as Jimin wraps a scarf around his neck then puts on his own shoes. "We'll be back in time for dinner, hyung, and then we can talk about it more then, okay?"

"Sure," Yoongi doesn't waste a moment to answer. "Tell me about what happens today when you make it back. Be safe."

Hoseok smiles and rushes forward to kiss Yoongi sweetly, leaving Jimin to fidget in front of the door, but the moment is short-lived and Jimin is facing the door when Hoseok turns back towards him. He smiles and holds it open for his beta, smiling even wider when he catches his scent on Hoseok as he passes by to get through the door. Jimin looks over his shoulder and nods his head at Yoongi who is watching them leave.

Yoongi nods back and Jimin lets the door close behind him once they have both stepped out, rushing towards the car after a somewhat frantic Hoseok with a laugh caught in his throat and an unsteady heart in his chest.

    As soon as they have stepped into their apartment building, Jimin can smell it.

It's tangy and sweet and permeates the air. Hoseok can't smell it, but Jimin can and he is struggling to not run towards it.

He bites his lip and continues walking up the steps, holding the door to their floor open for Hoseok to step through first. Jimin feels like all the breath has been punched out of his lungs when he follows after the beta and realizes that the scent is coming from their apartment. He turns to Hoseok and stops when he realizes that Hoseok's scent has changed too.

He is angry and tense and when Jimin looks back towards the end of the hallway, he can see exactly why.

There is an alpha peeking through a crack between their door and the doorjamb. They are staring intently at their apartment number and without really meaning to, Jimin sends out his scent to mask the one from their apartment because if he's right, then Yoongi could be in trouble.

Yoongi is in heat.

Jimin pushes Hoseok to the door and watches the alpha when Hoseok enters their apartment, dropping everything by the door and calling out for Yoongi. The scent is now stronger, raising a reaction of out Jimin, but this is more important. Jimin keeps his eyes on the alpha, meeting his gaze without fear or any doubts.

Yoongi may not be his mate, but he is important to Hoseok and therefore important to Jimin as well and he would rather get his ass handed to him than have anything happen to Hoseok or Yoongi.

The alpha closes their door after a few more moments and Jimin steps backward into the apartment, alert and on edge as he closes their door and locks it. He even entertains the idea of barricading the door before he realizes that would be a tad too much and Hoseok would probably yell at him for moving their furniture around later.

Jimin relaxes then and picks up the things Hoseok dropped, ignoring the way his stomach curls with each passing moment now that there is nowhere to hide from the scent of Yoongi's heat. He can hear Hoseok in the nest room and he can hear the low rumble of Yoongi's voice sounding a lot more hoarse and deeper than usual. He ignores that too when Yoongi lets out a whine and arousal rises into the air, the scent of sweat joining it.

It's hard, but Jimin is not some mindless alpha either so he manages to put away what Hoseok dropped and takes off his shoes before he walks into the kitchen, thinking of what to make for dinner. The noises coming from the nest room only get louder while Jimin cooks and besides the smell of chicken, there is now desperation laced into the arousal and heat. Jimin doesn't know what that could mean, but he finishes cooking anyway and shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he tries to get the tent in his pants under control.

He decides to eat first and then bring a plate of food to Hoseok, thinking of watching something on Netflix or reading a book after he has taken a shower. Yoongi's heat is going to go on for some time so Jimin eats slowly, savoring the fruits of his labor until he hears a shout rise from the nest room and takes off like a bullet being shot from a gun without a second thought.

Jimin doesn't bother to knock on the door before he enters the nest room, the scents milling about in the rest of the apartment being the strongest in here. They attack his senses, overriding his system in less than a second. He takes a step forward, giving off all kinds of alpha pheromones before he realizes what he is doing and stops, schooling his expression once he looks towards the nest and sees Hoseok staring up at him.

"I heard a shout," Jimin says, clearing his throat when Hoseok only continues to stare up at him. "Um, I can leave since you two look fine."

They look more than fine actually. Hoseok is buried deep within Yoongi right now, both their faces flushed and sweaty. Yoongi is spread open and tense atop the blankets and pillows, his not-so-flat chest as red as his face with his breathing sounding difficult even to Jimin's ears. Jimin can clearly see the way Yoongi's hand moves in circles around his clit, but his eyes are on Jimin now too and the undeniable want in them makes Jimin swallow loudly in the audible silence that follows.

Jimin steps back and freezes when Yoongi cries out, his expression crumpled. Hoseok is moving again, not caring that Jimin is watching as he reaches out a hand to cup Yoongi's face, murmuring quiet assurances to him. When he tries to take another step back, Yoongi wails loud enough to leave Jimin's ears ringing and his heart hammering in his chest.

"Hyung?" Jimin tries, his voice breathless. "Is something wrong?"

Hoseok keeps his pace steady as he looks up to spare Jimin a short glance. "Yoongi's heat is out of control. My touch has barely any effect."

Jimin feels like ice has sprung into existence around his heart, a short and swift shot of pain lancing through him in that second. "Why didn't you call me earlier, hyung? Yoongi-hyung could have hurt himself!"

"Didn't—" Yoongi starts to say before he gasps when Hoseok pushes into him harder than before. "Didn't w-wanna force you."

Hoseok grimaces at his words but keeps moving, shooting a pleading look in Jimin's direction, eye flickering down to the obvious tent in Jimin's pants before staring back down at Yoongi. "Oh, hyungie. Jiminnie could never be forced into anything. Trust me."

Yoongi winces and grabs Hoseok's arms, pulling him closer. "You're my mate. Jimin isn't."

Jimin cannot deny that a pang of hurt flashed through him at Yoongi's words, but even if he did admit to it, it is not like he would know what to do with that information anyway. Hoseok smiles down at Yoongi and shakes his head, slowing his pace down when he stares up at Jimin once more.

"He could be though, hyung. Jimin wants to join anyway, can't you see how worked up you have him?" Hoseok says, his voice so soft that Jimin has to strain to hear it over the squelching of their bodies coming together again and again. "Jiminnie, do you wanna help hyung out?"

Jimin nods because it really is no question if he wants to. Of course, he does, but only if Yoongi will let him. Only if Yoongi wants him.

As if reading his thoughts, Hoseok leans down until his next question is whispered into Yoongi's face, causing the omega to shiver. "Don't you want Jiminnie to show you how good of an alpha he is? He can give you a lot more than I can, hyung."

A protest is already on the tip of his tongue, but Yoongi's voice is unwavering and strong, not giving Jimin the chance to reply first. "I want you."

Hoseok laughs and kisses him swiftly. "And you have me. But you and Jiminnie can have each other too. Let's all use this as an opportunity to see how we all fit together. Okay?"

Yoongi nods, his body still held tense against Hoseok's but when he meets Jimin's gaze, there is now consideration behind the want and that alone sets a fire ablaze through Jimin's veins. Jimin nods too as Hoseok stares at him, brow raised in question and he flushes the moment Hoseok smiles.

It has been years, but Jimin is still rendered speechless every time he sees it.

"Close the door, Jiminnie," Hoseok croons, one hand beckoning towards the youngest in the nest room as he moves his hips steadily again. "Come help me with hyungie."

Jimin's heart is in his throat and his hands are sweaty, but he doesn't have to be told twice as he shuts the door and strips down so he is just as naked as the two older men. He hesitates coming closer until Yoongi stretches and grabs his discarded clothes, throwing them into the nest they are lying in, adding Jimin's scent to mix it with the rest.

He can visibly see the way Yoongi's entire body relaxes once Jimin's clothes have settled atop the blankets and that alone gives Jimin the courage he needs to step into the nest and join his mate and his mate's mate for their first heat together.

Jimin doesn't know it yet, but this heat is only the first in a long line of many and when Yoongi grabs the back of his neck and pulls him down, Jimin goes easily.

Their lips meet in a gentle slide while Hoseok picks up his pace and jostles Yoongi with each push, leaving Jimin to smile at the ridiculousness of it all. He quiets the moment Yoongi grabs his hand and guides it to his chest, letting Jimin cup the fullness of his breast.

It is an important moment between the three of them and one that Jimin will not be forgetting anytime soon, but for now, he follows Yoongi's lead and kisses him again, his other hand reaching out blindly until Hoseok's fingers tangle with his and now they are all connected.

They are now one.

[hungline]

space for you

pairing: taegikook  genre: fluff, slice of life, rated m  warnings: heavily implied smut, dom/sub(s), subspace  words: 1555 

summary: Jeongguk latches onto him immediately, bringing Yoongi with him and it vividly reminds Taehyung of how they first came to be. 

Taehyung finds Jeongguk already immersed in subspace and kneeling behind their bedroom door when he gets home.

The younger is naked with his thighs spread wide, palms flat on top of them, and his breathing is harsh. His eyes are wide and glazed and if Taehyung had to guess he’s pretty sure Jeongguk has been in subspace for half an hour at most now, twenty minutes at the least.

“Jeonggukkie,” Taehyung murmurs, a hand carding through Jeongguk’s hair.

Jeongguk whimpers, nuzzling into Taehyung’s hand, before squirming. Taehyung crouches down and lets his other hand cup Jeongguk’s face.

“You can look me in the eye if you want, baby,” Taehyung whispers softly, his voice barely loud enough for even him to hear.

Taehyung tilts Jeongguk's face up, searching his expression before sighing in relief and smiling at the younger. Jeongguk’s eyes are still glazed but he’s not in pain and Taehyung knows it was a test of will and strength that kept Jeongguk patient while he waited for either of his boyfriends to come home. Taehyung offhandedly thinks about where Yoongi may be before Jeongguk whines and loses his resolve to take things slow.

“Gukkie-yah, what’s your safeword?” Taehyung asks, his hand still cupping the younger’s face.

Jeongguk opens his mouth but no sound comes out and Taehyung would chuckle at him in amusement at any other time, but right now, he's focused on making sure Jeongguk is still aware enough to tell him what he wants. Jeongguk breathes out harshly, closing his eyes before opening them again and staring at the elder with a fiery feeling in them.

"Safeword, Gukkie?" Taehyung prompts.

Another harsh breath and Taehyung is just about to pull away when Jeongguk gasps out, "Fairy."

"Good boy," the elder murmurs, pressing a kiss to Jeongguk's sweaty forehead.

Jeongguk preens under the praise his pupils growing dilated and somewhere in the back of Taehyung's mind, he can hear the front door being opened. A few moments later, that is definitely Yoongi he hears grumbling and whining from the foyer.

"Tae! Gukkie!" Yoongi shouts.

Jeongguk jumps at the sudden noise but relaxes under Taehyung's soothing hand.

"It's just hyung," Taehyung murmurs quietly, and then more loudly so it rings through their home. "In here, hyung!"

Yoongi's rapid footsteps are loud in the relative quiet of their home. Jeongguk squirms under Taehyung's hand, growing restless by the second, but when Taehyung turns to him and runs his fingers through his hair, Jeongguk is sated once more. Yoongi steps into the room then and as soon as his eyes land on Jeongguk, he struggles to rip off his clothes, already kneeling down beside the youngest.

Taehyung coos at them, hands in both their hair now. Jeongguk sighs happily when Yoongi manages to get his shirt off, revealing pretty pale skin that anyone would be tempted to mark up. Taehyung hums under his breath as Yoongi struggles to immerse himself in subspace, keeping eye contact with the eldest to make sure that Yoongi is doing it safely.

Sub-drops aren't the easiest to handle when Taehyung has his hands full with two subs who cry for his attention and for each other's, but it doesn't happen often with Yoongi. Yoongi knows his limits and what he likes and dislikes and how to wrap himself in the haze of subspace without harming himself or debasing himself to elementary human functions that would require Taehyung and Jeongguk to stop the scene and make sure that Yoongi is okay.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, isn't as well-versed with subspace like Yoongi is and often forgets to verbally communicate with Taehyung about when he wants to stop things and do something else. Yoongi has helped him break out the habit somewhat, but Taehyung heavily relies on the list of kinks they'd drafted between them one night and Yoongi's reliability to read Jeongguk's body language.

Right now though, Yoongi is fine and Jeongguk is squirming again, aching for Taehyung to touch him. He hiccups a cry, wrenching Taehyung's attention away from the elder and towards Jeongguk instead. Yoongi threads his fingers together with Jeongguk's and the younger inhales deeply, his heartbeat and nerves slowing as Yoongi's cologne assaults his senses.

The smell is familiar enough that Jeongguk finds his body curling into Yoongi's side, Taehyung's hand warm and soft in his hair. He feels safe.

Yoongi pulls the younger closer to his side and finds that he'd really like to get on the bed already so Taehyung can take care of them. Taehyung helps them stand, kneeling briefly to tug Yoongi's pants down his legs, then holding Yoongi by the waist so the elder can step out of the material.

Taehyung sputters when Yoongi's dick slaps his face, but smiles as Yoongi and Jeongguk break out into a fit of giggles.

"Alright, no more dick attacks, babies. Let's get you two onto the bed, yeah?" Taehyung asks, standing up again, his arms already thrown out for the two men to barrel into him.

Jeongguk latches onto him immediately, bringing Yoongi with him and it vividly reminds Taehyung of how they first came to be.

Yoongi and Jeongguk had been an item for years and it was clear that they loved each other dearly, but they were always on the hunt for a dom. Taehyung hadn't actually met them in a way that would allow him to provide his "services" which still puzzled Yoongi sometimes, but Jeongguk had always just chalked it up to the world only giving you what you want when you're not looking.

Taehyung had been working in a dingy club on the wrong side of town as a bartender and when he'd quickly carded Jeongguk, Yoongi had stumbled to the bar and spilled his drink down the front of Taehyung's shirt. Jeongguk, still sober for the most part, began apologizing profusely, his face flushing a darker red by the second as Yoongi passed out on his shoulder.

Taehyung sighed and let Seokjin take over for him as he helped Jeongguk and Yoongi get out of the club and hail a cab. His shirt was sticky with Yoongi's spilled martini, but that hadn't stopped the elder from leaning heavily on Taehyung and murmuring drunken nonsense as they waited for a cab to pass by them.

Before the two could be whisked away and out of Taehyung's life for the unforeseeable future, Jeongguk had shoved a note into his hand then closed the cab door and driven off with Yoongi passed out in the backseat beside him. Taehyung had shoved the paper into his pocket and walked back into the club, changing his shirt and returning to the bar where he finished his shift uneventfully. It wasn't until he'd gone home to the apartment he used to share with Jimin did he realize Jeongguk had given him his number.

Taehyung had set up a date with Jeongguk and did a double-take when both he and Yoongi showed up, hand in hand as they greeted Taehyung.

From there, they went on a few more dates until Yoongi had finally sat them down and discussed the most important things of the arrangement they wanted with Taehyung.

The arrangement had lasted all of two seconds before Taehyung blurted he'd rather date them than only have sex with them. Jeongguk had immediately agreed and Yoongi had fallen suit.

Now two years later, Taehyung finds himself lugging his two naked boyfriends into their bed, arms around their waists as they stare at him with hazy gazes and touch him with their gentle hands. Yoongi nuzzles his nose into the dip of Taehyung's collarbone and straddles his lap once Taehyung has situated them atop the mattress. Jeongguk clenches his fists around the material of Taehyung's shirt and rucks it upwards as he kisses him deeply. Yoongi presses tiny kisses to Taehyung's throat and keens when his two boyfriends spend too much time on their kiss for his liking.

Immediately, Jeongguk is wrapping his limbs around the eldest and laying them on the pillows while Taehyung watches. Yoongi goes willingly, pressing soft kisses to Jeongguk's face as the youngest turns into mush in his hands. Taehyung's hands now wander across their waists and smiles when both of his boyfriends immediately respond to his touch.

"Love you," Taehyung murmurs, dipping down until he's close enough to press both of their faces to his for one sloppy, three-way kiss.

"Love you more," Yoongi whispers when they break apart, eyes immediately catching Jeongguk's while the younger squirms under their touch.

Taehyung nips at Jeongguk's earlobe and the youngest keens, his cock hard enough that it's beginning to hurt.

"Gukkie," Yoongi mutters, dipping down to suck hickeys into the soft skin of Jeongguk's neck. "Love you, Gukkie."

"Love you too, Jeonggukkie. You're the prettiest and smartest boy. Just like hyung is," Taehyung whispers, rubbing his face against the younger's.

Jeongguk feels his hips kick pitifully as he tries for words, his voice thick with emotion and want. "I love you too. P-please."

"Good boy," Taehyung murmurs. "What's your color, babies?"

"Green," Yoongi immediately answers.

"Green," Jeongguk echoes, hands twining themselves around his lovers.

"Good boys," Taehyung repeats himself, letting his boyfriends pull him down until he's wrapped so tightly around them it'd be a feat to separate them from one another ever again.

[hungline]

two in one

pairing: yoonminseok  genre: smut, fluff, slice of life, rated e  warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, blow jobs, anal sex, double anal penetration, praise kink, rimming, aftercare  words: 2100 

summary: Yoongi’s barely walked through the door, but that won’t stop whatever Jimin and Hoseok have up their sleeves. 

When Yoongi gets home, he is immediately assaulted by his boyfriends.

He doesn't really know why but when Hoseok has him leaned into the wall and Jimin is mouthing at his half chub through his jeans, it's not like Yoongi is going to complain.

They take his things: his coat, his shoes, and his mittens, and set them aside before stripping him of the rest of his clothes. Then Jimin is picking him up and his legs wrap around the younger's waist, watching as Hoseok shucks off his shirt before following them down the hallway and into their bedroom.

Yoongi bounces when Jimin sets him down on the mattress, sitting back on his hands as Hoseok enters and immediately kicks off the rest of his clothes. He scampers onto the bed, pressing himself to Yoongi's back and Yoongi lets him, exposing his neck to let the younger suck hickeys onto him. Jimin watches them as he strips himself, making a short trip to their bedside drawer for lube before returning and settling himself in between Yoongi's thighs.

Jimin trails his nose up Yoongi's thigh, pressing some kisses here and there from time to time and Yoongi's legs shake, already anticipating the moment when the younger will take him into his mouth. Jimin pauses once he meets the junction of Yoongi's thighs and Yoongi yelps when Hoseok bites his neck, definitely leaving a bruise that Yoongi will have trouble hiding later. Jimin chuckles, pressing a kiss to the shaft of Yoongi's cock and smiles when the elder's hips kick pitifully.

There are tiny beads of pre-come already forming on the tip of Yoongi's dick, but Jimin knows that won't be enough to probably lube up the elder, so he opens the bottle of lube he'd brought and squirts some into his palm. Yoongi doesn't particularly care if the lube is cold or not, but Jimin does so he rubs his palms together, warming the lube up. Hoseok now has his dick nestled in between Yoongi's asscheeks and occasionally ruts his hips up, moaning when his foreskin is pulled back.

Yoongi hisses when Jimin kisses his dick again before letting his lips slide over the head, palms still pressed together as he takes Yoongi into his mouth. Hoseok runs a hand up Yoongi's chest, pausing to tweak his nipple and relish in the sound Yoongi makes when he does. Jimin smiles around Yoongi's cock as he looks up and makes eye contact with first Hoseok then Yoongi.

It's a sight to see, truly. Jimin's lips were made for blowjobs and it nevers ceases to amaze either of his boyfriends. Jimin smirks now, winking the teeniest bit before he moves down onto the elder's dick, a lubed finger now playing at Yoongi's rim. Yoongi keens, bucking his hips and pushing more of himself into Jimin's mouth. Hoseok chuckles and slaps the inside of Yoongi's thigh.

"Cool it, hyung. We don't want Jiminnie choking on your tiny dick now, would we?"

Yoongi peers up at the lanky man behind him, glaring until Jimin laughs around Yoongi's dick and pops it out of his mouth, now slicking it up with his lubed hands. Yoongi frowns at Hoseok before another moan is ripped out of him when Jimin fondles Yoongi's balls. Hoseok laughs, pressing a kiss to the elder's jaw then moves up to nibble on Yoongi's earlobe. Yoongi lets the dick comment slide, much too focused on Jimin's hands and Hoseok rutting against him.

Then Jimin's hands are moving down, down, down and Yoongi sighs when a finger circles his rim before pushing in. It's such a relief to finally have an inkling of what Yoongi wants. Today has been so tiring on him that he just wants to get fucked by either of his boyfriends hard enough that he's crying.

Jimin curls his finger, humming to himself when he realizes that Yoongi is still a bit loose from this morning and tentatively pushes in another finger alongside the first. There's no burn for Yoongi and he moans, trying to push his hips down onto Jimin's fingers and whining when Hoseok's hold on him stops him from getting the angle right. Jimin laughs and motions his head towards the pillows, pushing Yoongi's legs up onto the bed as Hoseok scoots them backward. Yoongi whines at the loss of Jimin's fingers, but is sated when Hoseok turns Yoongi around and has him straddling his lap, cocks pressed together as Hoseok lays down, his head nestled on the pillows.

Jimin's fingers are back in Yoongi within record time and Yoongi sighs happily as Hoseok wraps a hand around them both, stroking their cocks. Yoongi leans down and presses his lips to Hoseok's, smiling when Jimin coos at them before adding another lubed finger. Jimin's digits work wonders on Yoongi, already encroaching on the spot that makes Yoongi's toes curl every time Jimin presses into it.

Then Jimin is leaning against Yoongi's back, mouth close to Yoongi's ear, whispering something. Yoongi breaks away from his kiss with Hoseok and nods fervently, arching his back and working his hips back on Jimin's fingers quickly. Hoseok chuckles against Yoongi's throat and pushes Yoongi to sit upright before continuing his ministrations with their dicks in one hand.

Yoongi pants, waiting until Jimin has added another finger to the other three and stretches him out more. Jimin pats him on the hip once he's deemed ready and Hoseok smiles as he adjusts Yoongi and watches the elder eagerly sit down on Hoseok's cock, pushing down to the hilt, before pausing and adjusting. Then Hoseok is gripping Yoongi's hips and fucking into him with all he has. Yoongi keens, collapsing into Jimin's front as Hoseok ruts into him, pounding into the elder relentlessly.

Jimin's fingers are then at his rim again, this time with more lube and Hoseok slows his pace once he feels Jimin's finger working its way into Yoongi alongside Hoseok's cock.

"What a pretty baby," Jimin coos, leaving open-mouthed kisses on Yoongi's throat as he curls his finger, watching the elder writhe in their grasps.

Hoseok rubs his thumb into the elder's hip when Jimin presses in another finger. "Baby's gonna take us both like the good boy he is."

Yoongi whines, pushing down on Hoseok when the younger stills his hips, but Hoseok only chuckles and tsks at him for being impatient.

Jimin quickens his movements, smiling to himself when Yoongi keens again and pitifully tries to move his hips back, only to be stopped by Hoseok once more. Jimin manages to work in another finger, pressing insistently into Yoongi's prostate. Hoseok's hips kick up, surprised by how soft Jimin's fingers are against his cock, even while inside Yoongi. Jimin tuts at him, leaning across the elder to place a kiss on Hoseok's chin, before dutifully continuing to scissor the elder open enough to make room for himself.

Yoongi's breath comes out in hard pants now, his face flushed a soft red while his ass is worked open. Tears are beginning to form in the corner of his eyes because he just wants to move, damn it. Hoseok thumbs the waterworks away, sitting up to kiss Yoongi full on the mouth and whisper reassurances that he'll get what he wants soon. They're only waiting on Jimin now, who has finally managed to get four fingers into the elder alongside Hoseok's cock.

Jimin pats the elder's hip gently, letting his digits slip out of Yoongi carefully before slicking himself up with lube. Yoongi arches his back and picks his hips up for Jimin and cries out when the youngest of their trio begins to push into him.

His legs tense up and Hoseok tweaks one of his nipples again to get him to relax, the thumb of his other hand rubbing into Yoongi's hip once more. Jimin slides into the elder carefully, groaning when Hoseok's cock twitches against his.

Once Jimin has slid up to the hilt into Yoongi, Yoongi groans, moving his hips back onto both of his boyfriends' cocks. There's an obscene smacking sound that rings out in the air around them when Yoongi moves down, but that's nothing compared to the feeling of two dicks inside Yoongi. If only they would just fucking move. Yoongi can take it, he's not made of fucking glass.

Yoongi works his hips faster now, pushing a hand into Hoseok's hair and pulling on the strands hard enough to hurt. Hoseok takes that as his cue to start moving, moaning when the head of Jimin's dick rubs against his own and then Jimin is moving and finally Yoongi is getting what he wanted.

They're a mess of limbs and sweat and flushed bodies, but Yoongi doesn't care. He feels so full and there's nothing better than this to ease him of his stress, at least not something he can think of at this moment anyway.

Jimin fucks into him with vigor, matching Hoseok's quick pace and Yoongi jostles between them, tears streaming down his face as he whines and moans, doing his best to meet their thrusts. So much is going on though and Yoongi isn't very sure if he's doing a good job, but having Jimin's dick press into his prostate is heavenly enough that he doesn't really care.

Their pace stays steady and Yoongi gradually begins to feel his orgasm near. His entire body is trembling, and he knows he looks like a watery, snotty mess but that doesn't stop Hoseok from grabbing the tissue Jimin passes him and wiping Yoongi's face clean as they continue to fuck into him. Yoongi whines when Hoseok pushes in hard, picking up his pace again as he chases his orgasm.

Hoseok comes first with Yoongi's name on his lips, his hips still moving as he milks himself through his orgasm and Yoongi clenches around them both, doing his best to help. Jimin continues to move against Hoseok's softening cock, relishing in the squeak Yoongi makes when he fucks harshly into the elder's prostate. Then Yoongi is coming, his orgasm taking his body by storm as more tears spring to his eyes and stream down his face as he shoots his come across Hoseok's abdomen. His thighs shake as he clenches around Jimin, sighing when the younger finally comes, body going still as he releases himself.

They're both sliding out of Yoongi with a wet pop then, quickly setting to work on cleaning up. Yoongi collapses onto the bed, legs spread wide so his boyfriends can see the mess they made while they clean him. Yoongi hisses when Hoseok pries his asscheeks apart and check him for any tears. Upon finding none, he lathes his tongue over the elder, pushing past Yoongi's rim to get as much as of their come as he can.

"Gross," Yoongi mumbles to himself, head nestled in the pillows as a sleepy haze engulfs him.

Hoseok's laughter rumbles between his legs and Yoongi does his best to not think about what the younger man is doing with his mouth. Jimin pushes Hoseok aside and sends him to the bathroom to clean the mess on his stomach up as he wipes whatever was left over in between Yoongi's thighs. Yoongi sighs happily, sniffling a little bit as Jimin cleans him.

He knows he'll be beyond sore tomorrow and feeling sticky and icky on top of that so a morning shower is definitely on his to-do list, but some cuddles from his boyfriends would be fantastic right about now too. Jimin kisses him once he's done, throwing the wipes into their wastebasket before curling around the elder and pressing, even more, kisses all over his face, wiping away Yoongi's leftover tears. Hoseok comes in with a tray of food and Yoongi half-wonders when he left to the kitchen anyway, but pushes the thought aside when Jimin gets him into a sitting position and helps Hoseok feed him.

He eats quickly, not paying attention to the food and once he's done, Hoseok wraps himself around the elder as Jimin puts the dirty dishes away. His nose trails across Yoongi's collarbones, biting on occasion to leave more hickeys the elder will struggle with hiding later. Yoongi runs his fingers through Hoseok's hair, sleepy and full and sated; at peace.

Jimin returns then, climbing into bed beside them and Yoongi nestles into his youngest boyfriend, humming when Jimin kisses his temple and cards a hand through the elder's hair, gently massaging his scalp.

It doesn't take long for Yoongi to fall asleep after that, but he sleeps happily, nuzzled by his Jimin and Hoseok.

[hungline]

if these sheets were the states

pairing: yoonminseok  genre: angst, fluff, smut, online romance au, road trip au, rated xxx  warnings: sexual content, anal sex, car sex, misunderstandings  words: 2780 

summary: The drive from Connecticut to Illinois is long. Not as long as the drive from Illinois to California will be, but at least Yoongi will have company for that leg of the journey. 

It's a road trip. Something all three of them agreed to go on after Yoongi had finally gotten signed on by a record company. This is to celebrate Yoongi's accomplishment and to help Yoongi move into his new apartment in Los Angeles as well. 

It starts as a friend thing.

Yoongi meets Hoseok on twitter, in love with the songs he uses for his dance covers, and one day.

One day Hoseok follows him back, setting Yoongi's veins on fire when he first gets the notification on his phone. Hoseok follows him back and when Yoongi opens the twitter app, he finds a message waiting for him.

It's Hoseok because of course, it's Hoseok. A simple hey has Yoongi vibrating in his chair, fingers buzzing with the urge to message back. He has no idea what to say though and after consulting with Namjoon, he decides that firstly, Namjoon is no help at all, and secondly, a simple hey in return will suffice.

Hoseok takes the wait for a response graciously, all smiles even through text and Yoongi who once hated emoticons, gets a fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever Hoseok ends his messages with ":3".

Cute doesn't begin to describe it, at least not in the way that Yoongi thinks it should. And it definitely doesn't cover how he's feeling either.

They become good friends though, to the point where Yoongi begins to playback his newest tracks for Hoseok's scrutiny.

Hoseok immediately falls in love with Yoongi's music and ー unbeknownst to Yoongi ー with Yoongi himself.

The first time they rabbit, Yoongi doesn't turn his camera on until the very end, when Hoseok is too absorbed with the film they're watching to notice the change of color in the corner of his screen. Yoongi's a nervous shaking mess, but he eases into a calm demeanor gradually and when the film ends, Hoseok doesn't do a doubletake like Yoongi thought he would.

Instead, Hoseok smiles at him and it makes a delicious curl of something swell up in his chest until it's trailing down his arms and buzzing in his palms and fingers. Hoseok keeps smiling with that megawatt smile of his and Yoongi falls in love.

The next time they rabbit, it's by themselves - and the next five times after that as well.

Until their seventh time when a new friend of Hoseok's joins them.

Jimin is beautiful and he steals Yoongi's very breath away, but he's determined to not seem like some creep or weirdo and keeps his camera on despite his instincts screaming at him to turn it off, turn off the camera and run away. Because there's no way in hell that Hoseok would ever want to date him when there's someone like Jimin who exists.

And Yoongi gets the appeal too because he finds Jimin just as attractive as he finds Hoseok and there are butterflies in his stomach the entire time they rabbit. By the time their movie is over, Hoseok is asleep on his end, head pillowed on his arms with his hair covering what little is shown of his face and Jimin is smiling at him fondly. There's a twinkle in his eyes that Yoongi's seen on his own face whenever he's smiled at Hoseok on his screen as well.

Jimin is, without a doubt, either in love with Hoseok or crushing on him badly enough for it to be seen by anybody with eyes in their heads.

Yoongi knows he's lost this battle before it's even begun.

And yet, when Yoongi's getting ready for bed a few hours later, Jimin has followed him on twitter too. Yoongi blinks at his screen a couple of times before his fingers move of their own accord and he's gone and followed Jimin back.

Yoongi's screwed, but he may as well act friendly. This is for Hoseok's sake just as much as it is for Yoongi's own.

  The drive from Connecticut to Illinois is long. Not as long as the drive from Illinois to California will be, but at least Yoongi will have company for that leg of the journey.

It's a road trip. Something all three of them agreed to go on after Yoongi had finally gotten signed on by a record company. This is to celebrate Yoongi's accomplishment and to help Yoongi move into his new apartment in Los Angeles as well.

His furniture is already in his new apartment. Yoongi only has three bags with him in the car, one full of his clothes, one with his toilettes, and another half-empty to make room for anything he might buy on their road trip. They take little to no space in his trunk and Yoongi really hopes that Hoseok and Jimin didn't pack a lot of stuff.

When he arrives in Illinois though, he pulls off in a rest stop and texts Hoseok, double-checking that he has the right address before he continues on with his merry way.

The drive to Hoseok's apartment isn't as long as Yoongi would have made it out to be, but it takes little less than an hour. Hoseok is waiting for him on the curbside, one duffel bag in hand and Yoongi rolls to a stop beside him, his breath caught in his throat.

"Hey," Hoseok says, a wide and bright smile spread across his face as he leans in through the open window.

Yoongi stares for a long minute, almost unbelieving of just how much more beautiful Hoseok is in real life. Hoseok still smiles at him, waiting for him to come to his senses and when Yoongi does, he hops out of his car to open the trunk for Hoseok.

His duffel bag doesn't take much room and when Yoongi's shut the trunk, Hoseok leans in and kisses him full on the mouth.

Yoongi doesn't startle back or flinches away, merely leans into him and opens his mouth the teeniest bit to let Hoseok's tongue slide past his.

  The drive from Illinois to California is long and sometimes boring, but Yoongi has Hoseok for company and that makes it all a little better.

Hoseok is touchy as they drive and Yoongi likes the sound of his voice. Especially when Hoseok tells him in full detail how he fell in love with Yoongi from the first moment he had heard his music ー which actually dates back all the way to when Yoongi was in high school and posted his songs on soundcloud. Yoongi listens with rapt attention as Hoseok traces his fingertips over Yoongi's knuckles and tells him how he thought about Yoongi sometimes and tried not to let on how big of a fanboy he was until he noticed that Yoongi had liked a few of his tweets in a row and he'd immediately followed Yoongi back.

Yoongi pulls over when Hoseok says, "Sometimes when I'm lonely, I'll play your mixtape and fuck myself with my fingers while I think about sucking your cock."

Hoseok's smirk has never been wider than in that moment and Yoongi feels a little odd that he fell stupidly easy for that. But he just continues to stare, doesn't really do anything about the words Hoseok just muttered like some love confession and maybe in a sense, it is a love confession but Yoongi is too nervous to think about that now.

"Like that, don't you?" Hoseok teases, raising a brow at the elder when he continues to only stare. "Bet you want to take me in the backseat and make me choke on your dick."

Yoongi sputters and ignores the coy looks Hoseok throws his way as they continue to drive while the sun steadily goes down.

They stop at a motel soon after, somewhere in Utah, and Yoongi really only does it because the sight of Hoseok wincing as he grabs his lower back when he gets out of the car at a rest stop to use the bathroom really pulls at Yoongi's heartstrings.

(But also because when Yoongi rides Hoseok ー which he fully intends to do, thank you very much ー he wants Hoseok to be spread out on a bed.)

So, they spend a night in the motel and Yoongi whines as Hoseok fucks him fast and furiously with Yoongi bouncing in his lap. His thighs are spread wide for Hoseok and Yoongi takes it all like a champ, all too aware of how the tight clutch of his ass sucks Hoseok in and takes him in easily like Yoongi was born to be fucked by Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok domineers everything that night, unwillingly to let Yoongi feel nervous or wary of anything. He takes control and leads and it leaves Yoongi feeling breathless when Hoseok manages to make him come three times in a row that night.

Yoongi doesn't say anything when they wake up except a gruff good morning and accepts the quickie that Hoseok offers him before they lumber into the shower and clean up.

They're out on the road quickly afterward and Yoongi lets Hoseok drive the rest of the way to California, butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he thinks about seeing Jimin.

Hoseok's been receiving a lot of messages from Jimin while they drove across America and Yoongi still feels a tight coil of jealousy whenever he sees Hoseok's phone light up with another message from Jimin.

Because they all say or imply the same thing over and over again.

I love you. Can't wait to see you. You're so cute and precious to me.

So from the messages alone, Yoongi knows that Hoseok and Jimin are together because Hoseok responds with the same level of enthusiasm and affection that Jimin sends. And Yoongi never took Hoseok as the type to cheat on his significant other, but he's more concerned about the fact that Yoongi isn't jealous of Jimin for having Hoseok's love and affection to himself.

He's jealous of them both having each other.

He wants them. Not separately, but together. Wants Hoseok to fuck him from behind while Jimin kisses him. Wants Hoseok to suck his dick while Jimin fucks his thighs. Yoongi wants them both and he's going about this all wrong.

The rest of the drive to California is quieter, Hoseok speaking less and less as they grow closer to their destination. Yoongi doesn't say anything either, just accepts all the touches and kisses and revels in all the attention Hoseok gives him because he knows that once they reach California, whatever is going on between them will end.

Once they cross the state border of California, Hoseok pulls into an empty rest stop and ushers Yoongi into the backseat where he spreads himself open for the elder and fucks himself back on Yoongi's cock. Yoongi grips his hips the entire time and bites a hickey into Hoseok's throat before he remembers the silent vow he made to himself about not leaving any marks because Jimin would be sure to see them. Except that when Yoongi bites down, Hoseok comes with his name on his lips, not Jimin's.

And that by itself blows all of Yoongi's rational thoughts out of the water as he makes it his duty to leave a necklace of hickeys on Hoseok's throat for Jimin to see the next day.

  When they pull up to Jimin's house, it's mid-afternoon and Jimin is at the door with his three siblings hanging off him.

He smiles at them and waves, then enlists his siblings to help him with his bag. Hoseok pops open the trunk of Yoongi's car and rearranges the bags so Jimin's will fit. Jimin kisses his siblings goodbye and doesn't step towards the car until they're all back inside.

Jimin then turns and throws his arms around Hoseok's neck, pulling him down to kiss him fiercely.

Yoongi watches on, tensing the teeniest bit when Jimin's fingertips press against the hickeys peeking from the collar of Hoseok's t-shirt. However, Jimin's undeterred by the sight of them, how fresh they are, and Hoseok leans into his smaller frame, giving his control over to Jimin. Jimin hums in content, a hand now reaching out blindly.

It isn't until Jimin pulls back from Hoseok's mouth that Yoongi realizes Jimin was trying to grab a hold of him.

Yoongi almost topples over with the force of Jimin's kiss, but Jimin bunches a hand into the back of his tank top and keeps him steady. Hoseok is there then too, pressing himself up against Yoongi, leaning in once Jimin has leaned back to press a kiss to Yoongi's forehead.

They form a huddled circle between the three of them and Yoongi looks into both of their eyes, looking for some kind of answer as to what the hell is actually going on.

Jimin winks at him, then kisses him again, only pulling away to whisper, "I expect an identical necklace."

Yoongi flushes, his face feeling hot as Jimin reaches over him to touch Hoseok's hickeys again. Hoseok presses himself closer, smiling that megawatt smile of his and Yoongi is so gone.

They climb into the car again, Jimin waving goodbye to his siblings who have their faces pressed up against the window and Yoongi holds Hoseok's free hand while Jimin lounges in the backseat as they drive away. It probably still smells of sex back there, but Jimin isn't complaining and that right there answers all of Yoongi's questions.

It goes without saying that Yoongi really had nothing to worry about to begin with.

  The Californian coast is beautiful at night.

Stars reflect upon the water's surface and Yoongi is glad that Jimin suggested they take this route downwards to SoCal. It's nighttime and the moon hangs in the sky, casting it's pale light down upon them.

Yoongi's been more than tempted to pull over and climb into the backseat, but for the moment, he's more than content to just watch.

Jimin has Hoseok spread out in his lap, lips on his heart-shaped mouth, with his hand creeping up Hoseok's shirt. Hoseok is panting and whining and Jimin takes to twisting his nipples before he lets his mouth trail lower to add to the collection of hickeys that Hoseok is already beginning to accumulate.

Hoseok cants his hips upwards into Jimin's other palm, dragging Jimin's mouth back up to his and Yoongi watches it through the rearview mirror. How Hoseok reacts to every touch of Jimin's hands on his skin, how loud he gets whenever Jimin flicks at his chest or scrapes his teeth along Hoseok's throat and jaw.

It's beautiful, to say the least.

Jimin and Hoseok know that Yoongi is watching them too. They're putting on a show for him, waiting for the moment his control will break and he'll pull over to finally ー fucking finally ー join them in the backseat.

Because it had all started as a friend thing. They were friends up until the point that they weren't just friends anymore. Hoseok had kissed Yoongi, had been dating Jimin and Jimin had known that Yoongi and Hoseok had gotten up to things on their way to California, but Hoseok had discussed it with him at length how they'd get Yoongi to join them. It had worked obviously because Jung Hoseok is no idiot, but Jimin had never doubted that anyway.

The only one who doubted anything at all had been Yoongi. Because he'd been in the dark and in denial of the way he felt for them both, for the way he wanted them both at the same time. He hadn't given himself the chance to hope until Jimin had kissed him with nothing but desire and fondness and relief instead of the anger and jealousy that Yoongi had initially expected.

Because Jimin and Hoseok want him too, want each other and all three of them together. It makes perfect sense really.

Yoongi's an idiot and that's pretty much a fact, but Hoseok and Jimin are wonderful and want him back as well ー and that too is a fact.

Yoongi, eventually, pulls over when there hasn't been another car in sight for twenty minutes and pushes his way into the backseat where he topples onto Hoseok and immediately kisses Jimin. Jimin holds him steady, tipping his head back to kiss him properly while Hoseok wiggles his shorts off and starts rutting up into Yoongi, his cock painfully hard. Yoongi keens and leans down to kiss Hoseok while Jimin coos at them, petting their hair and moving them into a more comfortable position.

Because it had all started as a friend thing, it definitely had, but that's not how it ends.

It ends differently.

It ends as a more than friends thing.

But it doesn't end. It keeps going on for a long time. Even when Yoongi is thirty-five, living in a tiny house in Santa Ana, he still has Hoseok and Jimin and they are definitely much more than friends still.