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bulletproofscales · 2 years ago

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monster fucking march 5 - bulbs, spikes and bumps (namkook)

oh i took my sweet time with this one because it was SO out of my comfort zone!! but i ende dup really liking the dynamic i was able to wrtie. which is kinda what the challenge is about!! tho fr now ill preassur emyself to psot everyday for the rest of march to get to all 10 prompts!! wish me luck :,)

tags: intersex jungkook , jungkook has both genitals , mentions of female genitalia , monster genitals , monster pussy , trans man namjoon , ftm namjoon , post-phalloplasty namjoon , trans dick namjoon , first times , chubby namjoon

3.4k (no wonder it took me forever )

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“Looking for someone into cock biting-”

No.

“Is there any sadist dtf my ass that has this weird medical condition-”

No!

Jungkook’s hands abandon the keyboard as if it were on fire.

He can’t do this. But he has to.

Already in his mid twenties, Jungkook hasn’t gone past the occasional hand job back when he was just starting college. Back when he knew something was off but never had the urge to experiment and find out exactly what.

Needless to say, it was a very painful first fingering experience, for all the wrong reasons.

Yes, he’s heard people with vaginas say it can hurt the first time. But he didn’t expect his fingers to barely fit. Scrunching up his face as curling them forward and back only seems to make the squeezing worse.

Jungkook knew he was intersex, his mother made a very conscious effort to explain it to him. He has both genitals and he’s gone his life mostly in normality. All of his biology was male except for the vulva behind his sack; so he lived his life normally. Intersex people exist and he doesn’t have to go around telling people, he doesn’t owe that to anyone!

Though… He does panic when in a wild tipsy night by himself he wants to experiment fingering himself, copious amounts of lube as he reaches between his lips; thighs spread open and anticipation pumping his heart.

And when he pulls out to see his fingers swollen and red. It was a bit of a moodkill. If not, the thing that sent Jungkook into cardiac arrest.

Yes, he knows the rest of his biology is all relatively normal. That he could easily just have standard sex in any position without having to involve the anomaly on his body. But now, as if being intersex hadn’t been enough of a stigma for him to overcome, now he has to worry about people finding said pussy he shouldn't have in the first place, has weird hard bumps in it!

His mom was a fumbling mess when he interrogated her over the phone. Something about her making a mistake, falling for some succubus-like man thing, and some of his genes passing onto Jungkook!

So Jungkook’s vagina has bumps, apparently.

He hasn’t had much sex at all after that.

Though redacting this message was becoming a harder task than he had anticipated. Not even anonymity and a strong vpn were enough to make the shame he felt wash away. Writing and deleting and re-writing just to delete again in exhaustion.

And he’s becoming desperate. And lonely.

That's where he finds himself now. In a very deep corner of the internet. An old abandoned website with only a few people in it, describing different genitalia anomalies. As if he was gonna find anyone like him. Jungkook didn’t need to find anyone like him though. He just needed to find someone… willing.

He needs a drink.

It ends up being 5 drinks until Jungkook’s drunken inspiration takes hold of him. Writing an obscene message and posting it shamelessly before he plops on the bed; knocked out by the weird cocktail of anxiety, and alcohol that tired him out.

At least he is relieved he didn’t actually post his number online for a group of strangers. But still inside this obscure forum thing, a little bell shows on his chats. Flinging already, he reaches to click it.

With horror, Jungkook is reminded of his last night’s endeavor when a notification of a message from the same dark website shows up on his phone.

“Hello Im JUngkoook, my vagina has liek bumps in it or sumthing! you dont have to be into it!!!!! as long asd youre down with having sex w me in anywway shape or form (i ahve a penis too ;))) !! im just despedrate ok? text me if your interesdted!! !! :DDD”

icantfeelmydickwhenimwithyou: hi! i dont know if you were serious or not, but if youre from seoul, im a bit desperate and more than ok with… your situation.

icantfeelmydickwhenimwithyou: we wouldnt have to like fuck on first encounter but if you wanna chat im interested :]

Well she fell for a succubus. She can’t tell Jungkook shit.

He stares in awe. Jungkook’s parents have given him so many talks throughout all of his teenage internet friendships about the dangers of the internet and all the creeps that lay within. But Jungkook is actively seeking them out now. Not only that, but he wants to meet with one too. Have sex with them!

Jungkook’s mom would not be proud.

jkabtthecockbiting: i /am/ from seoul

jkabtthecockbiting: honestly…if youre ok to fucking right away id skip the chitchat.

His confidence dissipates when the stranger replies immediately.

Jungkook wasn’t dumb enough to give him his address. Or too agree to go to “Namjoon’s” as he learnt is his supposed name. So they agreed to a love hotel on the outskirts of Seoul. Not the safest place around, but Jungkook can defend himself! He hits the gym! He boxes! That's what he tries to remind himself at least, as he finds himself outside the sketchy area on a random Thursday night.

icantfeelmydickwhenimwithyou: cutting straight to the point huh

And maybe this stranger online posing no hesitation to meet him, should've been a red flag. His mother would be very disappointed. But Jungkook needs to feel wanted. And if a creep sadist perv on Reddit is the one to make him feel that way. Then they meet.

He does regret not having asked for some sort of photo or social media. Jungkook may not be desperate enough to fuck a 70 year old man. But he doubts an old man would’ve figured out a way through underground fetish chat rooms, right? Right.

“Jungkook, right?” Oh.

It's cold, he has his arms crossed over himself trying to protect himself from the falling snow while keeping contact with everyone who passes by. 10:30pm outside, that's what they had agreed on. Of course Jungkook not only got there at 9:50, but had booked a room in the hotel for the night. And now has to think about how he will tell Namjoon that he expects him to pay half of it too… Is Jungkook even allowed to request that? This stranger is the one doing a favor for him.

Even if he hears the steps approaching him, making his head snap up, Jungkook is startled anyways. The stranger must recognize that same jitteriness on himself.

Out of everything he’s imagined, this isn’t what he considered Namjoon would look like. Gentle but broad rounded shoulders, only a slimmer bit taller than Jungkook. Padded chin with some patchy stubble and pillowy body showing through the thick layer of clothing. Pear shaped body clinging to his shirt and jeans; despite the flannel and jacket, it still shows. He smiles a bit, plump lips catching Jungkook’s attention more than his body; dimples showing through.

“I uh… I already booked a room.” He speaks from behind the broad expanse of soft shoulders. Namjoon turned to look over his shoulder, smiling surprised.

“Y-yeah.” He can’t help but grin, feeling the release of tension of seeing this real life 20-30 something person with him; a real, friendly-looking, human. “Namjoon?”

“That's me.” Namjoon offers his hand and Jungkook eagerly takes it, satisfied with the warmth emanating from this man. “Oh you’re freezing. Come on, let's go in.” He says it so casually as if they were getting into his home; it's a bit relaxing as he follows Namjoon without letting go of his big warm hand. Like the rest of him.

“Oh! You prepared for everything! Nice.” Even if his reaction is positive, Jungkook can’t help but feel that familiar anxiety slip through. Is he being too eager? Overprepared? He can only smile timidly and nod as Namjoon makes his way to the desk, asking for a reservation to his name for him; and Jungkook lets himself find refuge behind the mass of the other man. Feels nice.

Namjoon’s smile at him is also very reassuring. “No, no you’re alright.” There's a chuckle attached to the end of his sentence and everything. “I’m not particularly into it. Or I mean, I never tried!” He adds quickly.

Namjoon maneuvers his way through the awkwardness easily. While Jungkook only speaks when they’re in the privacy of the hallway together.

“So… You're into bumpy holes?” He doesn’t bother being subtle. Though he does feel a bit guilty in the way Namjoon chokes on his own spit; but not guilty enough to hide his giggling. “Sorry, too much?”

“I’m your first I get it.” Jungkook reassures smiling.

“But uh… I had bottom surgery about a year ago. And it's safe to have sex, but I still need a bit… uh, more, to really feel anything. Until the nerves heal at least.” Jungkook can only stare a bit wide eyed nodding.

There's something so… relieving about hearing Namjoon isn’t ‘normal’ either. A smile slowly grows on his face. He’s never been with a trans person. But walking with Namjoon now, it just makes perfect sense that they found each other.

“Hopefully I’ll be of help then.” His smile must be contagious because Namjoon is grinning back at him, gentler than last time. “Won’t it hurt the stitching?” Jungkook asks curiously.

“Oh no no. Most of the stitching is gone, and the scarring made the skin really tough.” He explains before his smile widens more, a little bit of confidence oozing off him. “You did your homework.”

“You’re not the only one that looked for bottom surgeries!” Jungkook accuses with a finger that pokes at Namjoon’s pillowy bicep. Their giggling rudely echoing through the hallway.

“This is our room.” Laughter still clings to his voice as he gestures to the room. “I’m kinda scared, never been in one of these.” He confesses.

“I can still appreciate it!” He whines but the laughter makes it less serious. Jungkook is starting to worry less about their night together, and more about if the other customers will file a complaint about them. Which feels a lot better. The door opens and Jungkook prepares himself to be grossed out.

“Does it look like I have?”

“That was the anxiety, Namjoon.” Jungkook deadpans earning another wave of giggles.

They turn to each other in pleasant awe, smiling softly in the brief moment of silence. Jungkook catches Namjoon’s eyes glancing down towards his lips before their eyes meet again.

“Oh!” “This is so much better than I expected.”

“Me too.”

He wouldn’t be able to tell you who leaned first, all Jungkook knows is it is his own back pressing the door shut close; once the eager weight of Namjoon’s body presses flush against his. Softened belly and chest engulfing him in warmth as Jungkook cups his face, feeling big hands cup at his waist and squeeze. Coaxing a moan to vibrate for his lips to be swallowed by Namjoon.

This is where he would start to feel nervous, jittery over not letting himself get to enjoy too much. Jungkook would have to stop them before it gets too far, before he has to explain himself; make excuses for his body. But he doesn’t have to, not when Namjoon’s hands softly caress the hem of Jungkook’s shirt. Stripping his jacket and shirt alike, leaving him bare.

Goosebumps break down his back from the feeling of the cold wall against his skin; but Namjoon’s warm hands tug him closer and away from it. Jungkook’s muscular thigh slots between Namjoon’s thicker ones in an attempt to stabilize himself. A bit harshly but it seemed to do the trick for the other; moaning deeply into Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook doesn’t feel like covering up, he feels like revealing Namjoon too.

His own hands strip his jacket off before letting his hands get a feel of his tubby torso, pudgy and soft to the touch. Jungkook’s hands are desperate trying to memorize the curve and thickness of his waist, and Namjoon’s chuckle into the kiss does nothing to help. Confidence making his dick twitch in desperation; which he is sure Namjoon can feel, from the way they’re pressed together.

“F-fuck… Fuck can I?” He whispers as his hands trace to Jungkook’s belly, settled on the waistband of his pants; where Jungkook’s bulge is beginning to show. He nods urgently, his own hands aggressively tugging down at Namjoon’s sweatpants; everything on his body jiggling softly with the strength of Jungkook’s pulling. Too preoccupied licking his lips at the sight of Namjoon’s semi to worry about himself.

“Pleasantly surprised.” The flirty giggle clings to his voice as his hand curiously caresses the chubby bottom of Namjoon’s belly, trailing down to wrap around his dick. Both of them looked down at Jungkook’s tattooed hand.

“You’re hard.” Jungkook whispers with an awed smile and very shameless staring.

“Surprised?” He retorts with humor and endearment.

Harsh, he’d told Jungkook. So biting his lips, he squeezes Namjoon’s shaft, letting his nails sink a little into the skin in a way he’d never dare to try on himself. But Namjoon seems to melt into it, his thick thighs shivering in what Jungkook can only assume is a mix of pleasure and pain? He moans like its only pleasure.

“We don’t have to do anything.” His thumbs rub soothing circles along his squeezed knees. And oh, how could Jungkook pass up an opportunity like this? When is he ever going to find someone like Namjoon again?

“I wanna see too…” His voice sounds significantly deeper than Jungkook remembers it. Making his heart skip a beat as he looks up to Namjoon; whose half lidded eyes do nothing to calm his stammering pulse. Warm hands squeezing gently at his waist; so much softer than Jungkook’s treatment.

Guiding him towards the bed, their legs still tangling together as Jungkook lets himself fall on the surprisingly soft mattress; Namjoon standing in front of him. He instinctively presses his thighs together in an attempt to hide his vulva. But those same big hands are rubbing at his knees as Namjoon carefully kneels on the bed. The hunger in his eyes dissipated for something softer.

Jungkook has to really bite into his lip to stop a shaky whine from slipping, so many years of self neglect leaving him needy and so sensitive. But even so, a choked whimper slips past. “Can I?” Namjoon asks, regardless of the desperation in Jungkook’s eyes when he snaps up to look at him again.

“I want to.” Jungkook confesses vulnerably. “Just, uh… force of habit.” He chuckles a bit at himself, taking the first step as his thighs begin to spread for the dreamy man. The rush of adrenaline makes his breathing already a little heavy. Biting his lip preparing himself for the worst.

But Namjoon’s expression only melts with lust, exhaling as he doesn’t take his eyes off Jungkook’s crotch. “Oh look at you…” He whispers and it feels like his voice could rattle at his insides. Warm hands still very much secured on his muscular thighs. Jungkook can feel his face burn as he forces himself to look up once Namjoon’s fingers abandon his leg to caress his lips, tentatively. Only the tips of fingers feeling him up.

“You're so wet…” He mumbles against Jungkook’s lips. Only getting a desperate moan in response. His jaw dropping, looking up at Namjoon with eyes that struggle to stay open. “I can’t finger you but–but we’ll take it slow, yeah?” His thumb presses against his clit, and Jungkook’s eyes roll with a trembling whine.

“Yes!” All self control leaves him, body trembling, begging for Namjoon to do something more than to caress the shaven lips of his pussy. “Yes Namjoon, please-” The sentence dies in his throat as Namjoon’s fingers press between his lips, rubbing up and down without pressing in just yet. Wet and sloppy noises coming from within him; only more accessible as his dick hardens against his flat tummy.

Namjoon smiles at the shivering man beneath him, taking the liberty of leaning closer and really making Jungkook’s legs spread. Opening to fit the girth of Namjoon’s hips; calves squishing into the chub a bit. Plump lips take a hold of his, greedily kissing as Jungkook is engulfed by the softness of Namjoon’s torso.

He has to make an effort to stay lucid enough to respond. Nodding quickly before he can even coordinate to speak, stuttering as his own hips grind against Namjoon’s fingers. Stabbing jabs of pleasure spreading through his navel. “Yes–Yes please!” Shaky hand presses to Namjoon’s cheek just to pull him in for another kiss, to let his weight press him down to the mattress. For the first time in a while, Jungkook allows himself to feel empty, to yearn for the warmth he so desperately craves. Worsening when Namjoon pulls his fingers away.

Something in his stomach tightens in anticipation, for it all to go invariably wrong. But Namjoon aligns himself, taking a curious look at where their crotches meet, sliding on a condom before he starts pressing in. Frowning in concentration, while Jungkook’s heart goes rigid. Gasping quietly at the stretch, he feels his bulbs press onto Namjoon’s dick in a tight fit. Jungkook can only imagine the pressuring squeeze they’re pushing onto Namjoon’s dick; even if he feels more stretched than he ever dared to try.

Even as his heart raises to Jungkook’s throat he stares at Namjoon wide eyed. Taking in his groans, trying to read if it's the pain or the pleasure overpowering his senses. Though Namjoon’s continuous, even if slow, sliding into him is somewhat of a good sign. Regardless, he asks.

“G–Good?” The insecurity shows in his voice even throughthe heavy breathing and fucked-out stutter. Namjoon opens his eyes for him with a haze of their own; his voice sounding a little breathless itself when he responds.

“I won’t.” He whispers leaning to take Jungkook’s lips into another kiss, both of them smiling into eachothers mouths before his hips begin to grind. Their kiss is sloppy enough that it's not able to silence the moan of pleasure out of Namjoon’s throat. Unable to help himself as a rhythm begins to build. As Jungkook begins to lose himself, his insides churning in a pleasure that takes him from within. Feeling through the nubs inside him every inch of Namjoon’s skin, his own bumps, his own imperfections. Filling him to the brim with quickening thrusts.

“Oh Jungkook… It feels amazing.” He whispers leaning so their noses brush, fully bottomed out he can feel the way Namjoon’s entire body shivers in pleasure. “Y-you?” His smile is giddy even if it's shaky; like he is holding back.

It feels ridiculous for him to even ask! Jungkook is nodding before the words come out again. “So, so good, keep going!” He can’t help but grin excited, nodding in encouragement; seemingly contagious as a wider smile spreads on Namjoon’s own face.

He is beyond controlling the string of moans that Namjoon coaxed out of his chest with each thrust. Warmth, all he feels is warmth. From the inside out, form the jiggling soft body pressed on top of his, weighting on him like a blanket. Namjoon’s own moans, deep and lustful, making his eyes roll back as his legs hang heavy and useless at either side. Dick rubbed against the bottom of Namjoon’s belly, sinking into it deliciously.

Jungkook never could’ve imagined, he could ever feel this good. That he could ever cause this much pleasure to someone else.

It's pointless to try to warn Namjoon about his orgasm. Legs squeezing into the sides of his chubby belly as he spurts against the very bottom roll. “D–Don’t– Don’t stop!” Is all he manages to say. Hands cupping Namjoon’s thick neck howling in pleasure as he continues. Shamelessly enjoying after so many years of deprivation.

He never wants it to end.

“F-fuck –fuck don’t say that, Jungkook. I’m – I’m going to-” Namjoon’s own speech is cut off with a shivered moan, his entire body trembling and spasming as he grinds his hips into Jungkook’s bumped heat.

And for a moment everything stills, looking at one another with widened eyes. Like it's the first time in a while either of them have been able to feel this amount of pleasure.

The first, but definitely not the last.

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hollyhomburg · 3 years ago

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Before I Leave You (Pt.18)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Tae’s rut hits and hits hard, luckily the pack is there to soften it’s blow.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Rut sex, knotting, possessive behavior, protective behavior, alpha/alpha content, m/m sexual content, cum marking, Dom/Sub undertones, implied extreme penetration, male omegas can give birth in this au, inflation kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, hand jobs, oral sex (male reciving) group sex, exhibitionism, innocence kink, voyeurism, trans! Taehyung, dysphoria, hallucinations, mentions of anorexia, blood, knives, implied murder.

W/c: 15.2k

A/n: Here it is! the first of many smut chapters lol, please be mindful of the tags! here is my policy on minors interacting with my nsfw content, please check it out if you feel it applies to you!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content that may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18, Proceed at your own discretion.

Tae’s rut is a brief and yet horrible fair, but the worst part is that no one’s prepared for it.

There is no time to talk things through, no time to make sure boundaries lie intact, this is the first rut that Yoongi’s shared with the pack since he came back- hell- he hasn’t even had sex with anyone yet.

And though Tae knows that sex with you is off the table, he knows and knows and believes this when he looks at your worried drawn face. There are still wants lingering, a kind of singular focus that Tae has on you. Ruts and heats are meant to help draw members together- and this- this would be perfect under other circumstances.

Her alpha whispers in her ear that this isn’t just a rut without reason. Tae’s alpha is an entity both absent and full of turmoil. Placid calm and a near-feral wanting that hover just below the surface.

Is it weird that Tae’s always thought of her alpha as genderless? Probably.

Emergency rut leave is pretty standard as far as workplace accommodations go- they all send emails, make phone calls, and send texts.

Jungkook's boss is only a tiny bit annoyed that she'll lose her right-hand man for the next 4 days after not having him for two. Namjoon has to cancel his surgery for the following morning but there's no way any of them would be able to leave Tae during a rut, no way any of them can leave the house period until after it's over. The night is tense, preparations made, both Jin and Jungkook are on contraceptives but they take an extra rut dose just in case.

Jimin has been acting a little weird since the whole growl thing. Sometimes- when Tae watches his soulmate out of the corner of his eye he’s is convinced that Jimin's fine. And then the other half of the time his mind is rushing with not right- theres something not right with him- not right at all.

A special Something that settles like a bad taste in Jimin's jaw or tenseness in his eyebrows when he looks at Tae- hovers close because he always hovers close. A doe-eyed listlessness and a hidden sense of betrayal that tae's sensitive nose can sniff out right now, his senses and sensitivities turned up on high.

But every time Jimin touches him (soft, slightly possessive grabs, a hand slung around his waist, Jimin's own alpha compensating for the up and down nature of tae's pre-rut) the feeling of rightness settles, And Tae's sure it was just his stomach turning or his ever-climbing hormones.

Tae remembers the first time they ever spent their ruts together, each of them syncing up shortly after they moved in together and started cohabitating, the rut sync a product of living in such close quarters. They’d nearly destroyed their entire tiny apartment, their freshly purchased and cheap bedframe broken to pieces. Chasing each other back and forth hunting each other. Each of them fighting for the privilege of knotting the other and winning, always winning no matter who took whose knot.

Sharing ruts and enduring them with the pack has always been a beautiful affair, it is fun after all, the special glances and secret boiling need. Tae knows that the next few days will be good; that he’ll spend his hours sweating and knotting whoever feels like taking one and the other hours bartering kisses for bites of food and orgasms for hours of sleep.

It will feel safe with everyone piled into the nest and confined to it for the sake of Tae’s instincts. It’s already the perfect nest, Tae’s instincts sing when Jin leads him to it, invites him to lie in it. Tae sleeps in Jin’s nest every night but even in pre-rut part of him wants to preen and puff his chest out at winning the privilege of getting to spend his rut in such a perfect nest. The omegas are so good for the alphas, created a space so soft that smells so good.

Perfect for pups.

For the first hour or so of pre-rut everything is fantastic. But then in the next, the dysphoria rages. Tae hasn’t ever felt dysphoric during a rut before but granted Her dysphoria hasn’t ever really been this bad before either.

One moment she’s fine and then next he’s choking on the scent of love, on the smell of old books, Jimin Jimin Jimin her instincts sing.

Minnie, how are you so pretty? not pretty like girls are pretty, in the way that I want to be pretty- but pretty like boys. The pretty alpha doesn’t know that Tae’s burning and freezing at the same time, suffocating and high off oxygen. The pretty alpha at the foot of the bed sets his perfect hand on Tae’s chin to wipe away the bitter drool and Tae repays him by sinking her teeth into his palms.

Just because she thinks he's cute, no other reason.

“Bad puppy” Jimin croons, wincing only slightly. Tae knows that he doesn’t mind the pain. Tae’s nibble doesn’t make Jimin flinch at all, only makes him stick his perfect chubby fingers onto his tongue and push like he's testing how good Tae can be for him the confines of his warm and wet mouth. But Jimin won’t get to enjoy it tonight, No- tonight is all about tae and Tae’s pleasure alone.

Jimin’s almost shaking with how excited he is, Tae doesn’t often let himself be open and vulnerable to the point where he’ll indulge in Jimin’s pillow princess kink (Jungkook on the other hand is another story.) But tonight, Jimin will have Tae on his tongue and not much else.

“Don’t you know not to play with your food?” Jimin is all wide pupils and delighted smirks. He loves ruts with Tae- has loved them since the very first one.

Tae isn’t sure why she’s feeling all sentimental over this, one moment she wants to eat Minnie and the next she feels like she wants to sob into his shoulder. Why do you feel so far? When you’re right next to me? maybe she would if it was just them.

But they aren’t the only two people in the nest, the rest of the pack hovers around making preparations. Jungkook re-fluffs the nest and removes some of the treasured items that he doesn’t want to ruin before he’s whisked away into the bathroom for a last-minute shower by Namjoon, Jin deposited gently in his place.

Jin’s a sensible nest maker whereas Jungkook’s a little wild. He lays a few towels around the base, on the pillows too. The rough material makes the oldest omega crinkle his nose but Tae wants to say that the nest is perfect even with it. But instead of words, a growl erupts from his throat, making the pack omega cock his head at the younger.

“Oh, sweetheart” Jin croons, opening his arms up for Tae to flop near, though he feels lumpy and uncoordinated. More instinct and wolf than human.

On any normal day the pet names just don’t do it for Tae (it’s just not the way he accepts affection, not really- something about the way they say them just a little off.) But in rut Tae absolutely loves being called anything the speaks to the fondness the pack has for him. See- I’m a good alpha aren’t I, if you’re calling me good, I must be worth nesting and protecting and

Pups, his head is dizzy with the thought of pups. Tae doesn’t have a breeding kink outside of rut head spaces, doesn’t have kinks period much to his pack-mates dismay.

Though there are more than enough kinky members of the pack to go around, with only 2 truly submissive members and nearly 4 dominant ones. Enough that Tae’s love of vanilla sex is often a respite.

Tae has always been happy to watch and not participate. And then give a sex version of a warm hug when they needed a cool down. that’s what they told him it felt like all those years ago before he learned not to be upset or insecure that he just…didn’t want those things the way the others did.

But that all goes out the window in a rut.

A throaty growly voice in Tae’s head says that they wouldn’t make a nest if they weren’t ready. An ache in his chest and his mouth that says to bite and claim. But there isn’t enough his mouth can do- he has to claim them further and in a more thorough way. Pump them full with his cum and hope it takes. Hope that he knocks them up so that everyone in the world will know what Tae did to them, that they’re /his/.

The omegas smell so sweet, Jungkook’s honey is so thick that Tae feels like he just tried to eat out a beehive, and Jin- Jin already smells milky. He’d be so good with pups- so impossibly good that Tae can’t take his mind off of it, especially with the omega's stretched out in the nest.

His shirts rucked up a little to show his flat stomach, it’s heartbreaking really- for such a perfect omega to lie unbred. The alphas too are all wrong, they don’t smell nearly enough like each other like a united front. How would anyone know that Minnie had someone to protect him smelling like that- they smell all lonely- Hobi too.

Though the smell of cinnamon fills the nest room so thick that it’s hard to breathe, Tae can’t really smell himself, only the others can. The waves of sweet cinnamon and nutmeg waft and fill the room. Dousing everyone in a smell like Halloween and thanksgiving. More pungent than a fucking Yankee candle with some stupid name like ‘harvest’ or some shit.

And then the feral edge, the nest isn’t perfect, it’s far from perfect far too empty. “Please” he begs. He isn't at the horny- need-to-fuck-everything-that-moves- parts of the rut yet, just the stage where he feels like something terrible might happen to every member of the pack if he doesn’t get them safe and in his arms this instant. A threat hidden in the shadows, Tae’s will bends under the weight of the instincts.

All members of the pack, including you and Yoongi. He can hear you and he can smell you too- Tae lifts his heavy head from where he’s pillowed against Jin’s stomach and whines

The voices stop, and then you’re standing in the doorway. Oh- your shorts are so cute, purple and dotted with polka dots and a white t-shirt just like Yoongi. You both smell absolutely divine. How do the others not notice?

Your smells might as well be one, You both smell like coco and cakey goodness though if he had to put a name to it Yoongi’s is more Malo mars and whoopie pies and yours is more coffee cake or chocolate frosting. Each of your original scents is more dominant than the hints of the other you’ve gotten from your mating mark.

Tae is drooling again and Jimin helps him, wipes it off with a thankful look in Yoongi’s direction. Tae can’t speak past the taste of chocolate cake on his tongue, but the rest of the pack takes control thankfully. “Are you sure it won’t be bad if we hang out for a bit?”

It’s not exactly the ruth of what’s going to happen but all Tae knows is that Yoongi is looking at him like the thought of not being a part of this is hurting him. Stay- Tae’s instincts command- stay and sit on the edge of the nest and I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to just- don’t don’t go where I can’t protect you- Please.

Instead of words, there are only more whines. But it’s only temporary, soon Tae will get his words back, will be whining and growling absolute filth about how the only way to keep his pack tethered to him is to knock them up- the only way to make sure they won’t leave for good-

Yoongi’s summoned to the bed by the force of Tae’s whines and the tears threatening at his waterline, half sad and half frustrated. Logically Tae knows why the two of you can’t stay, why you can’t help with this rut. you’re just not ready- but that doesn’t mean it makes this any easier.

At least you’re in here now, for these few minutes, Tae can keep you safe. Safe- you’re safe here. Tae’s gaze flickers from Yoongi, to where you stand behind him.

You linger in the doorway, it's late, late enough that on any other night, you'd be already asleep. The only ones besides you and Yoongi not in the nest yet are Jungkook and Namjoon. But it’s not enough to ease the fear in Tae’s heart; Namjoon will guard Jungkook- the good pack alpha that he is. But without an alpha between the two of you you're vulnerable. You and Yoongi are not alphas. Not alphas- need alphas-

The wishes the word 'breedable' didn't pop into her head when she looks at you. Maybe that’s what finally gets her voice to come back, her jaw popping like she’s just finished swallowing a mouthful of peanut butter.

"Stay” you suck on your lower lip, looking down at Tae. She's curled up closer to Jimin than to Jin now who slowly leaves little sucks against Tae's scent gland. The contact makes shivers and tingles strike all the way down her spine.

Jin isn’t far either- though he’s shifted to the head of the bed trying not to get closer and risk triggering Tae with his scent. Close enough to sate tae's instincts but not much else.

"I'm gonna get some food set up, call me if anything changes, okay?" Jin makes a noise in his throat, and Hoseok slips from the bed. Tae's pupils are blown so wide her eyes look nearly black. She doesn't even seem to notice Hoseok’s leaving. But maybe that's a good thing- too focused on you to try and get him to stay.

You and Tae stare at each other long enough that everyone takes notice, she looks so breakable. You’ve always associated Tae with a kind of impenetrable quiet. The stoutness and power that words and libraries have. But now she just looks brittle, brittle, and needy and you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from staying if you tried.

It’s Tae- Tae whose cheeks you dotted with blush last night. Not a scary alpha in a rut. A few months ago, you’d never imagined that you’d be allowed such an intimate glance and You can’t say you hate it. Jin’s nest has always looked nice, but now it looks positively fortress-like.

“Just until the first wave hits,” you say, but you recognize the red-cheeked fever slowly taking hold, hazing over Tae’s eyes until they look frantic and high, pupils blown. It won’t be long before the rut settles.

Yoongi’s already pulled himself up to sit by Jin, the older omega sighing and lacing his fingers with your mates. You look to Yoongi, and he nods. And then Jin makes a noise and the two of them share a look that says something you can't decipher. A look that betrays the years they've known each other.

This is going to be a bad rut, they can both tell, their hyung instincts tingling. But there isn't anything they can do to stop the abrupt descent. Ruts and pheromones are kind of like dominoes- there isn’t any way to slow its progression.

They can only comfort Tae and hope he doesn't leave the rut too damaged, can barter glasses of water and mouthfuls of food for orgasms and hope that Tae’s instincts to please and protect and provide will be moldable enough to balance against the urge to breed and fuck and claim.

It doesn't help that Tae's by far the hardest pup in the pack to baby, the most resistant to care and affection.

Unlike another pup, your eyes flicker up at Jin and he aches with the way you look at him, still so unsure, still so shy. Though he's sure part of this must just be Tae, having an alpha in rut must not be easy for your easily startle-able prey senses.

But just like usual- Jin miss judges the source of your distress. You grip the hem of your shirt with both hands, crumpling it up like you need something to hold onto. “Can I? I’ve never been in your nest before?”

“Of course, sweet thing” Jin croons, running his fingers through Tae’s hair. For some reason, he feels like he’s been unable to read you recently. Especially when he’d looked up after coming home today and found you teetering, so unsteady on your feet and dizzy that it was noticeable. Was it omega space or hunger? Jin's not sure which.

Maybe it’s a good thing that your relationship hasn’t progressed to the point where you’d share ruts and heats with the pack. The others have a good layer of fat on their bones. Even Jimin, Hobi, and Jungkook with their lithe more muscle than anything else bodies won’t drop a weight class after a few days of eating light and being fucked within an inch of their lives.

Seokjin doesn’t want to think about what might happen to you if the same happened. a trip to the emergency room to be put on fluids at worst probably. Namjoon would probably want to do it himself, work himself up into a near feral headspace to have the newest member of the pack put into danger.

Seokjin wonders how long it’s been since you got your heat at all, he's never heard you mention it before, and judging from what he knows about the timeline you should have gotten at least once in the time that you've lived in this house and been with Yoongi.

After- Jin resolves internally, after realizing what a shit job he’s done at makeing sure you take care of yourself- after tae’s rut I’ll pay more attention to you- I’m sorry I haven’t been able to before now- I promise I’ll be a better pack omega for you.

Your nose is starting to feel a little numb with the tang of pepper and cinnamon. It’s kind of surprising that you can only smell distant touches of Jin and Jungkook in the nest, maybe that’s good- because it doesn’t have the same effect as it might ordinarily have on you. You’re not sure they could handle a strange omega messing up their careful edges right now.

This isn’t about you or Jin’s nest- this is about Tae- lying on his back like an overturned snail peering up at you with the widest saddest eyes imaginable, imploring and glassy.

The careful distance you try to cultivate is instantly erased by Tae rolling over to get closer to you. Yoongi’s quite absorbed with Jin at the moment as the omega tilts his head, laying his cheek on top of the beta’s head. The beta hums and there goes that look again like Yoongi's trying not to let his emotions show, a small smile hinting at how pleased he is.

Tae seems to be able to smell more than Jin and you can, his pupils dilate staring at you, mouth hanging open- you smell so good- your skin smells good, those little shorts leave so much of you open- so open and unmarked.

Tae tilts his face to try and lift the hem of them with his nose and Jimin’s hand instantly cups his jaw still touching him softly, but turning his head away from you with a strong jerk. “Don’t even try it” But it’s all playful and painfully necessary. And Tae is quickly distracted as his soulmate strokes down his chest, from his scent gland, all the way down.

You've never seen Tae without a shirt on, but she's got a surprisingly gentle body, hard lines that say alpha but not like Jimin and Hobi who practically put on muscle without any fat. She's soft, cute in the way she gasps in the bed when Jimin dares to touch a little too low. Fingers playing with the little bit of happy trail on tae's cute tummy, fuzzy like a peach.

“Is it going to bother you?” Jimin clears his throat, re-clarifies, and it's only after that Tae realizes he’s not talking to him. Jimin always thinks about consent, even during ruts. “If I touch him to help take the edge off? Is that okay?”

You shift, a little further away pulling your knees up against your chest. “No- it’s fine if that’s what Tae needs. Go ahead.” Jimin settles, and Tae knows how he looks when he’s trying to show off.

Will this be a performance? A show to make certain that the newest member of their pack knows how good the alphas are at taking care of their own? Tae wants to show too- wants to make sure you know that they’re the best possible alphas for the job- wants too-

"Can I, scent? Cake please?" Tae seems to be borrowing a page from your book because she's having trouble coming up with enough words to describe what she needs. She's not interested in whatever Jimin's offering right now with you perfect and sweet-smelling so close. But she's not looking at you, or even Jimin or Yoongi- no.

Tae tilts her face up, pouting up at Jin with a set of quite frankly lethal puppy eyes. Jin raises a pointed eyebrow in your direction and Tae whines. "Please, no bites- no" already sensing Jin turning him down. Jimin still has his fingers laced in Tae's hair and he pulls a little rough to keep her at the moment. It seems to jog Tae out of her stupor. "What do you say pup?"

You try to pretend you don't feel warm when you tuck your legs under your body and scoot back over to Tae's side. Extending your wrist under the watchful and wary eyes of Jimin, Jin, and your mate. If you didn't know any better you could swear the three of them look hungrier than Tae does.

She gasps when you press your wrist to her nose, Tae takes several greedy lung fulls of your scent, lips brushing against the tiny but no less sensitive scent gland hidden there between the meat of your palm and the delicate bones of your wrist. She can smell your pulse, rapidly beating like a little bird's heartbeat.

You curl up tentatively around her, knees knocking against her stomach. Letting her pull you closer, on top of her a little. It’s not dissimilar to how you were in omega space a few hours ago, though there is a certain urgency to her actions. Like if she doesn’t get you close something bad could happen.

“Sorry- sorry-“ she says but doesn’t stop her vice-like grip around your waist, it’s nearing midnight. Distant moans can be heard in the other room- and you all ignore them as you let Tae scent you to her heart's content. Laying her claim on you thick and heavy until you smell like apple pie or churos, like cinnamon rolls.

Namjoon and the omegas have a particular pre-rut ritual, Yoongi described it to you with hushed non-descript words earlier but even that had you needing to take a second to reign in your scent a little before you tried to help comfort Tae and ease her down.

Their ritual is more a matter of safety than anything else and meant to help Jungkook and Jin better take the nearly gargantuan knots of the alphas without too much pain and discomfort. On any other day, they'd easily be able to take being stretched open. Their bodies are made for it after all and Jungkook especially loves a thick knot at the end of the day, real or plastic.

But ruts are a whole different ballgame and come with their own set of risks.

With ruts, knots swell to double their usual size- sometimes more depending on how bad the rut is. knotting un-prepped during a rut poses a real risk to omegas. Soreness is a given, but any worse injury is only avoidable with careful attention and not the kind that Tae is capable of right now.

And Namjoon? Namjoon would really like to avoid a trip to the emergency room. An alpha in a rut who decided to go feral after losing an hurt omega would be a whole different headache. Especially when he can avoid it with a little bit of attention.

With Jimin and Hobi they might be able to skirt by as long as they’re still lucid enough at the first knotting to be careful and work the omegas up with their fingers. That's not to say that Jimin and Hobi have insufficient knots or that their ruts are easier.

With Joon and Tae, there's always a guaranteed grace period between knottings, a good 45 minutes before their knots deflate at all and they can even think of fucking someone or something else. Not like with Jimin and Hobi- who have opened the omegas up so thoroughly by the end of their ruts that they can fuck and breed them without much pause between each round.

Jin is already sitting gingerly at the head of the nest, having been opened up thoroughly by Namjoon an hour prior, the shower helped wash away the smell of his arousal and He can only hope Namjoon's quite diligent help lasts until Tae’s rut hits.

Help is a poor word to describe what it actually was; Namjoon pushing Jin’s shoulders into the tiled wall, sweetly pressing in his soapy fingers past Jin's sensitive rim, the water taking his slick down the drain. The alphas croon in his ear- as dominant as he ever dares to get with Jin, "Gotta get you clean hyung? Right? So that Tae can make you messy?"

The room full of Seokjin’s barely contained breathlessness as Namjoon bears three fingers down, his touch the perfect balance between clinical and intimate. this isn’t to get jin off and honestly- he should conserve his strength. Jin can’t stop trying to regain control, hisses, and lets out a breathy "that's a good pup."

The alpha laughs, "you should save your voice for Tae.”

By the looks of it, the true stages of rut will hit by morning.

Omegas have to be kept safe during a heat under fear of what might be done to them, but alpha's ruts are deceptively just as dangerous. There isn't the question of what might happen- but what they might feel is necessary to do to protect their pack when hormones run high and instincts run higher.

If an alpha in rut senses a distressed packmate- there isn’t a limit to what they’ll do, usually come at the threat with teeth bared and fists raised. Unable to listen to reason or words- completely at the mercy of their instincts to protect their pack from a threat and minimize it under pain of death.

You can imagine what happens when what causes the omega discomfort is the pain of being knotted. A lot of tears, and most of the time the alpha refuses to touch the omega again. Alphas need to knot during a rut, or else their fever will climb higher and higher until it can’t anymore.

Jungkook and Namjoon do it in the shower because then they can wash off the arousal. Any scent of that at all would plunge Tae headlong into a rut and that would be too much- way too much, to descent so quickly and uncontrolled. It’s a delicate game of barely-there touches and crooning words. A balancing act between too much and not enough.

There is a blanket covering Tae’s lower half and Jimin hasn’t stopped his gentle stroking, occasionally his hands dip lower under the covers where you can't see. He’s not sweating too much yet, but his cheeks are warm and his whole body nearly seems to glow in the dim light.

“Tae baby- what can we do? How can we make it better?” Yoongi scoots a little closer and something in Tae preens. Smiling up at the beta dopy and high on the rush of pheromones and hormones. That’s good, just a few more packmates missing from the safe cradle of the nest. Just a few more and then everyone will be safe. Then Tae only has to be good enough to convince them to stay.

Logically Tae understands and is well aware of what they’re doing. Though part of him is so focused on the image of Jungkook probably taking several of Namjoon’s fingers to care much or ask for more. Is slick pooling with the water on the shower? Is their skin getting all pink and flushed? Is the door locked are they okay- are they-

Tae’s body feels raw and sensitive just thinking about it, every sensation too stimulating and yet too under stimulating all at once. Jimin’s hand pauses its rubbing smooth circles onto Tae’s tummy just to let the shivers subside. Continuing only when he feels his soulmate has eased back into the sheets.

Tae swallows, works up to it, sifts through his thoughts to find his words. “Just stay close okay. Stay as long as you can.”

You settle back, and the silence stiffens, Yoongi curled to your side, a protective barrier on your back edge. Good- your mate will make you safe. That’s all Tae wants for you. “Do you want to... talk or something?" Tae is still clutching at your arm, and Jimin is the one who frees you from Tae who whines like his favorite toy has just been taken away.

“You're a sweetheart,” Jin says, reaching over to cup your cheek. The pack omega is always touchy when one of his pups is vulnerable- and heats and ruts- they’re quite possibly the most vulnerable part of their lives.

You grin "What? is that your way of telling me to shut up?”

It means something that you try to joke right now to alleviate the tension. None of them mention that you not speaking really isn’t something to joke about given your history or the tremble in your voice as you speak even now.

He doesn’t know how long you’ll get to stay, probably before any real sex starts. A part of Tae wants to pout at that, pull you closer, and keep you there. Maybe nip at your mating mark, and get you to settle back into that cozy headspace that you had earlier with Yoongi hopefully too. And it hurts- it hurts so bad that he knows you’ve got to leave.

Everyone ignores what's happening, the fact that they're all holding themselves back in more ways than one.

“Woh Tae-“ Hobi stops before he enters the room, no doubt assaulted by the smell, the ever-thickening scent of arousal and happy alpha, “you’re progressing quick.”

Tae growls but it’s not a threatening gesture- “Hobi- please- nest- gotta get in the nest- it’s not safe-” Hobi is merciful, shoves the tray of food and protein bars onto the bedside table, definitely knocking someone's phone onto the ground and piles into the nest. Tae is ready and waiting, arms outstretched. If only Tae could have more arms, could get his hands around more than one packmate- then the instincts just might be sated.

Jin rewards Hobi with a slight pet down his neck and the alpha leans into it. “better Tae?" Jin asks, Jimin measures his soulmates condition and Tae's leg jiggles restlessly but the alpha only whines, doesn't move to rut his cock into Jimin leg like he easily could- holds back because- “The others-“

Jin reaches over to shush him, “soon baby, soon.”

There are a lot of hands-on him, Hobi's all pressed to his side, Jin's hand in his hair pulling at it regularly, your hand that twines with his, and Yoongi's on his neck, slowly massaging his pink and swollen scent gland.

The sheer amount of food Hobi brought is honestly impressive, though you do notice with a pang that Hobi brought not only a normal assortment but also gluten-free low sugar protein bars for Jungkook and a bit of fresh-cut veggies. It’s overkill really, seeing as there will always be someone available to cook.

It's yet another reminder that Yoongi won’t really be helping with this rut and neither will you, though it makes you feel guilty to think that you’re depriving the pack of one of their most valuable members during rut. Tae already seems more lucid with Yoongi’s scent in the air.

Yoongi had brought you aside after dinner, while the other members of the pack were trying to stuff every possible calorie in their systems. Though you’d fully anticipated nesting alone tonight and given Yoongi full permission to help Tae with this- he’d resisted with a pregnant look at you, both of you doing clean up while the others fussed about.

Now you wonder if it wasn't only for your benefit, maybe for all his love Yoongi isn't ready, maybe that's it, because he certainly seems to be completely focused with Jimin and Tae right now. Entranced with them, some part of him ready to spring forward,

Jimin’s hand is playing with the string on Tae’s sweats, pulling it through his fingers, the barely-there contact is making Tae pant- really- it’s kind of pathetic, how even a little stimulation near his knot right now can make him already half hard. But then Jimin notices you're looking and re-fixes the blanket.

"Let's get you up into Yoongi's lap sweet thing." Tae can't sit up, probably wouldn't be possible of it, but before he knows it his head is being placed upon chocolate smelling and surprisingly plush thighs. He knows- Tae knows what Yoongi's bare thigh looks like, knows how smooth and milky the skin is.

Tae tilts his head and narrowly suppresses the urge to bite into Yoongi’s skin rather than his pants. Tae is keenly aware that just under his teeth is your mark, would you feel it if he bit there? Would you like it? Tae wants too- his mouth is aching and salivating.

“Oh, Tae-“ you break his concentration, and suddenly he's looking up at you again. Your hair spilling, nearly tickling his face carrying with it the smell of 'omega'

Omega, cute omega, omega that needs Tae's help and omega that is too far away. even inches feel like miles, the only way tae and you could get close enough is if she was inside of you.

Come closer, an eerily predatory voice says in Tae's ear. She's safer next to you- she's safer knotted. Tae’s pheromones spike so high, so warm and enticing that you can’t help your body’s reaction.

You might just crumple and melt in embarrassment, the fact that they could all tell- your body's reaction to alpha in a rut is the same as any other omega would be, more instinctual and natural than a choice you make. A little bit of slick, no more than a drop is still like blood in the water to a shark.

“Shit” Hobi’s hand tightens around Tae’s middle, to try and keep him in place but he’s not quick enough. to Jimin's credit, he does manage to keep Tae pinned to the bed, but only barely.

"Honey you-" Yoongi puts himself in between you and Tae before anything can happen.

Tae snarls and squirms to get at you- bearing his teeth and breathing through them. His head spins with the sweetness- so sweet. Jimin has the good sense to diffuse the situation with a hard press of the meat of his hand against Tae's cock. Tae's snarl cuts off into a whine and Tae ruts his hips up against jimin’s hand in search of more pleasure.

Everyone exhales, a crisis just barely averted. You can think about why you leaked a little bit of slick later when Tae doesn't need help.

“Am I making it harder? On Tae?” you ask Jin and Jimin, not Tae because you don't think he'd be able to answer you honestly right now.

“No- no! don’t leave yet!” he gasps, but his pleas go largely ignored, Jimin pushes his leg to the side with his knee. Hard, laying Tae out with an impressive show of strength. This is why Jimin lies above Tae in the hierarchy officially; Even in rut, the tiniest alpha is still able to restrain him. Jimin's muscles flex, the veins in his arms stick up a little.

Tae will gladly give up his power to Jimin if that means you and Yoongi get to stay a little longer. He backs down the second Jimin sends him even a slightly domineering look, melting when he sees such a sweet show of submission- unexpected especially from Tae and the kind of thing that Jimin savors.

He only ever gets to indulge with his dominant urges when Tae is in rut. They've been like this forever- desperate to test the boundaries. Tae is not strictly dominant or submissive, not a switch, and a Dom, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think Jimin being scary isn't hot.

“No- if anything it will make it better” Jimin pauses, and his hands stay firmly under the blanket, out of sight but not at all out of mind. his hands work at an easy rhythm under the covers. Arms flexing, you can't look at them, or else you'll want to look under the covers and see what Jimin's doing to Tae, can't look.

But from the expression on Tae’s face, it must feel good, his lips parts, eyes dark and swimming with pleasure nearly rolling back. But it’s not Tae you’re looking at, pink-cheeked and staring at Jimin.

You keep his stare as if in a challenge, though part of you wants to shrink. Jimin quirks an eyebrow at you as if he's surprised by your bravery too, he hasn’t figured out that if you look at Tae you’re going to slick up again yet. “You've never? Helped an alpha through rut before?”

“It wasn’t like this. Tae’s got- a lot fewer words than he did” and that’s true. You try not to think about it, you don’t think Tae would react well if you suddenly started smelling sad so you reign your scent in. Don't think of Geumjae's ruts, you chant in your head, don't think about him right now.

“What does it feel like for you?”

Jimin’s hand continues to move under the covers, but he doesn't stutter, doesn’t act like he’s doing anything other than touching his stomach or something else benign and mundane. Tae moans, legs splaying, belly bared. It’s an oddly pupish gesture- something that maybe they'd expect to see from Jungkook or Hobi.

Jimin smirks “like you’re wearing a collar and every packmate holds a different end of the leash.”

“That sounds confusing.”

Jimin laughs, and Hobi does too, both of them saying “it is” at the same time and sharing a grin. Hobi shrugs against the nest, It doesn’t look like he’s bothered by Tae clearly getting a hand job under the covers. You wonder what the rest of their relationship is like if this is so routine, so normal that Hobi stifles a yawn, nose shriveling cutely. “It also feels really safe.”

You giggle too, this isn’t tense and this isn’t scary even if it is new. It’s just Minnie and Tae, it’s just Minnie and Hobi and Jin and your mate warm behind you. Maybe you hadn’t realized how much you’ve grown to trust all of them until now. They’re good packmates, they treat Tae with such gentleness and carefulness, so mindful of the lines that they can and can’t cross.

Minnie is such a good packmate,

Tae’s run-heavy brain reminds him- he always makes the omegas smile and laugh and smell so good. Tae shifts his hips, fucking his hard and warm cock up into Jimin’s hand, he’s leaking enough pre-cum that there is no need for lube. Maybe if he shows Jimin and the rest of the pack how good he can knot his hands he’ll get to fuck the omegas sooner.

You tentatively and gently reach down and wipe the bangs back from Tae’s sweaty head and he moans, low and guttural. He's panting openly now, being touched by packmates has body squirming in satisfaction, almost more than the pressure around his cock.

Let me knot you- let me claim you please before anyone takes you away- but Tae’s mouth won't Cooperate, won’t ask, all that comes out is a snarl. You cup Tae’s cheek and for a painful second and Tae isn’t thinking about fucking his knot into the tight ring of Jimin’s fingers, no- she’s thinking about fucking you.

The image is supple and sweet and so vivid that Tae can already taste your slick on the back of her throat. She could get you laid out on the soft carpet in the library room, put you in that pretty little bralette just to slide it off you as slowly as possible.

She would savor every moment, every new inch of skin she was allowed to nip at and claim. She could nibble and suck on the skin around the flowered hem until bruises bloomed around it and make you a bouquet of moans, a garden only for her to touch and love and lavish with attention.

You’re terribly innocent-looking as you watch her in her fantasy, a delicious blush to your lips painted there by her hands, with hidden heat under your skin that makes Tae want to bite more. She’s not sure you know how to present, but Maybe Tae could teach you how- how to be a good omega and how to take your knotting beautifully.

Tae would be sweet but she wouldn’t be gentle, at least not unless you wanted her to be. Maybe she should tie you up in some pretty ribbons, set you up like a present because that’s what you are. Pretty and delicate and so so small. a gift to be able to fuck such a fine omega. maybe thats why the others won’t let her have at you yet.

Tae has to earn it.

She wonders what you’d look like taking her knot, would it make your stomach bulge? So utterly filled by her that you could tell just by looking? Tae’s alpha seems to love the idea of that, and her snarls turn into a low happy grumble. Tae feels near-feral as the image of pumping you full with warm cum and making you look pregnant before it even takes.

The image of it rises to the forefront of Tae’s mind without her control. Something about it feels slightly wrong- you haven’t consented to being thought of like this in Tae’s mind, haven’t shown you want this- no- that’s not right to think, is it? you smell like slick but that's not a yes, not a please breed me alpha like Tae dreams of hearing.

Tae’s hold on what’s good and what’s proper is slipping away, her brain running rampant at the images. Tae is going to cum, the end barreling past her and she’s not sure that she wants to tip over that edge. She knows once this bit of lucidity is gone it won’t come back until the rut is over and it will take you with it. Away from her and headlong into danger.

It isn’t safe- isn’t safe outside the nest. You’re too small- too tiny- both you and Yoongi couldn’t defend yourselves from an alpha like Tae- it’s her duty to protect you- to mark you-

Tae is hazy enough (and quite frankly horny enough) in a rut that the idea of staining your skin with some white of her own around the hem of that bralette makes Tae want to growl and climb on top of you, Make it a reality. A claim is the only way to make sure you stay safe when you leave where Tae can’t go.

But before she can even twitch Seokjin's hands go hard on her shoulder, Hobi's too. "No pup, you have to stay right where you are for us, look at you protecting us so well." Jin’s words aren’t exactly articulate, but they do the trick.

This isn't the first rut they've all shared together, they know what gets Tae's alpha brain going. To their credit, the words do get him to stay right where he is. Especially Hobi leaning down to mutter hot in his ear. “Got to show them, show Jinnie how good you knot Jiminies hand?”

Tae hick-ups. Hobi isn’t ever dominant either But he’s trying- knows enough to recognize the tenuous hold they have on Tae right now and that she needs to know his pack is present and nearby (which begs the question where the fuck are namjoon and jungkook? What's taking them so long) One finger wrongly placed and it might be enough to push Tae over the edge. But his pack-mates won’t let Tae fall, at least not until he’s ready to guide him safely from pre-rut into full rut.

Tae’s brain is a mess- looking up at you- if she can’t fuck you- if she can’t satisfy you that way- Food, there's food on the side table. Tae must provide and protect. and if he cant do one the other is the best option. He tries to reach for it but someone’s hand meets his own again. It’s Jin, taking one hand in his own and pinning it to the bed. Tae tries to make words in dismay but all that comes out is growls.

Jimin’s hands move with ruthless efficiency. It somehow makes Tae want to bear his neck and also snap his teeth at Jimin. His soulmate uses two hands, needs to in order to encircle Tae’s cock fully. Jimin’s hands are pudgy and calloused, the kind of friction that makes Tae keen. He’s already leaking enough pre-cum under the blanket that you can smell it. Like Tae's scent but saltier.

They make no moves to conceal what they’re doing and you shift at the blatant display. Yoongi cradles you close to him, pulling you a few more inches away from Tae and safely into his lap.

Ah- that’s okay- both of you belong to Tae Afterall so the claim of Yoongi’s hands on you mean little if anything to Tae right now. As long as you stay in the nest, you’ll be fine.

Especially with the straight magic coming out of his soulmate's hands right now, Jimin chuckles when Tae starts rolling his hips, fucking up into his hands, trying to get as much stimulation on his cock as possible. Jimin leans forward, peppering a kiss along Tae’s hot and bare shoulder.

Too many clothes- his soulmate is wearing too many clothes and soon- Tae will want to feel him in full. How beautiful would it be if Jin let him fuck him, while Jimin filled him from behind? Jin is a good omega- would never make Tae beg during a rut.

Tae is positively writhing, his pupils blown almost completely. His rut is going to snap with this orgasm, they can all feel it. Jimin’s voice is low and urgent, “you’re going to have to leave the second he cums, or else he’s going to try and convince you to stay no matter what we agreed upon.”

You nod and the movement seems to catch Tae’s eyes, a predator honing in on her prey. She bares her teeth, panting and breathing through them. You see the moment it happens, watching Tae come undone under Jimin’s hand her brain snatched away by the force of the orgasm, the muscles in her stomach clenching and unclenching and her body goes hazy. Tae can taste everyone on her tongue at that moment. Their growls syncing, a breathy “that’s it my love” from Jimin that ends it.

A wet patch blooms on the thin blanket and you’re out of the nest before Tae can even come down, Yoongi half carries you away when you don’t move quick enough.

The disappointment and feral fear lurch in tae’s stomach (or maybe that’s just his abdominal muscles twitching as Jimin continues to milk his knot with a hard and unforgiving pressure- simulating an omegas body bearing down.)

“Get Namjoon and Jungkook while you’re at it!” Hobi calls through the door, already holding Tae down in case he decides to hunt you and drag you back into the nest.

“Tell them to hurry up while youre at it, Joon might need to scruff Tae again!” the growls and snarls coming from Tae’s mouth are loud enough that Seokjin how to shout, though you think it might become a moan towards the tail end.

Namjoon and Jungkook are a mess of skin damp and tacky steam spilling out of the bathroom. But Namjoon smells the shift the second the door opens, "Oh fuck- already?

Namjoon and Jungkook haven't bothered putting on clothes post-shower seeing as any and all garments only stand the risk of being ripped off or ruined by Tae. The towels slung around their waists do little to conceal their obvious arousals and you have to make yourself stare at the ceiling as they hurry past. propriety and thoughts of nudity go out the window during times like this. Your cheeks are so warm you’re sure they can tell you’re worked up even in the low light.

Yoongi's still holding onto you, hands digging into your waist. “Text me what Tae wants for breakfast in the morning!” he calls after them before the door is snapping shut, sealing the pack inside.

In the quiet of your room, it's startling how simple everything seems. What you just saw, what you were just privy to. Both you and Yoongi let out a breath that you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Things always feel safer when it's just the two of you but also lonelier. Both of you ignore the snarls and moans you can already hear from the other room.

Shit- the walls are thin and Taehyung is loud. You don't think you and Yoongi will be getting much peace tonight or for the next few days. You make a frustrated noise and flop onto the edge of your nest, half overwhelmed and half needy.

You’d love to say that you’re not affected by what just happened, but you are. Yoongi's palm is warm on your lower back for a second. It has the added benefit of making you more grounded. More focused on him in front of you.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to-" Yoongi's hands slide to your shoulder, hand cupping your jaw to tilt your face up to meet his. He searches your face for something- what? You're not sure of. He visibly checks that you’re okay, sighing and letting you go after a second, saying nothing.

Yoongi slides off his sweatshirt. Even in only a few minutes of sitting with Tae- it still somehow smells like rut. His collarbones are pink, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Yoongi this flushed. you roll over, your feet dangle just above the floor.

“Why didn’t you want to help Tae?”

Yoongi hangs his sweatshirts on one of the hooks that you usually put your towels on, retrieving his phone from the pocket and putting the ringer on high (not like you wouldn’t be able to hear if they shouted from the other room, but Yoongi needs to make himself as available as possible in case the pack needs his help)

“Wouldn’t feel right, leaving you alone, while we were all wrapped up in each other. It gets pretty intense.”

Yoongi sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on your knee “I didn’t like thinking of you alone in the other room while we were all cozied up taking care of Tae.” he kicks his chin in the direction of the door, and as if in answer a loud moan echoes through your quiet house, though it sounds eerily similar to a howl.

You draw patterns on the bedspread with your fingers and Yoongi's fingers brush your cheek, nudging back some of the warmth. You're only an omega, it's natural that you're at least having some reaction to an alpha that you like in rut. Natural, you can still smell Tae from here, heady and heavy.

She smells really good even at this distance.

Does Yoongi think it's weird that you didn’t mind being in the room with her during that? Does he think it's weird that you're not scared? Does Yoongi want to help Tae and are you getting in the way of that again?

“I can take care of myself Yoongi,” and he looks at you pained like you both know that’s not quite true. You do your best- but even the least delicate of flowers need help somewhere along the line (and you are not the least delicate of flowers- not by a longshot)

But he doesn’t want to talk about that tonight, your vulnerability hasn't changed even if you're determined to integrate with the pack thats practically welcoming you with open arms. It only makes Yoongi more worried that you'll get in over your head before long. His arms slowly encircle your waist, pulling you close. And his words sound more placating than anything else. “I know sweetheart, I know, I just worry.”

“It’s gonna give you grey hairs.” Yoongi laughs, pearly teeth flashing in the half-darkness. He nuzzles along your neck prodding at your scent gland playfully with his nose.

“we could always just dye it funny colors I guess, any one you want.” A loud moan from the other room punctures the silence, and you’re both well aware of what’s in store for the next 48 hours. God- you wish the house had thicker walls.

“How about pink? Or mint green!” Yoongi just smiles down at you, pulling you over towards the bed closer fussing with you and getting you under the covers. you let Yoongi manipulate you. Just because Yoongi can’t baby Tae right now doesn’t mean he can’t baby you.

“We need to sleep.” You curl up together, and Yoongi puts the air conditioning unit on just to drown out the sounds coming from the other room. Shuts off the light, leaving the two of you curled in darkness.

If you listened- you could probably make out sounds, a loud squeal that sounds like it’s from Jungkook, a few low breathy ‘ah-ah-ah's’ from Tae and a voice that sounds like Namjoon's. “that’s it pup, just take it” you’ll blush if you think about it anymore. So you don’t, even though you can still hear the thumping of the bed frame against the wall.

Yoongi is fully anticipating having to patch the drywall after this.

Yoongi's hands play with the hem of your shirt. He can probably smell that you're still slicked up, but he also knows you- knows you don't want to do anything about it right now. You shift a little, uneasy, unable to relax quite just yet and Yoongi pulls your legs over his hips, sitting sideways.

Yoongi watches you in the darkness, his fingers play with your skin and there is an edge there- an edge that says Yoongi could get you where you needed to go and that you might want him to. A teasing edge to his probing fingers massaging your hip, squeezing, and then releasing. His fingers thumbing across your bones.

“There will be other moments of downtime, between Tae’s peaks he gets like- maybe an hour or two where he’ll be a little more lucid. We can see him and help out then, they’ll all need to eat, you will too.” That there is something in Yoongi’s voice that says there will be no arguing with him, his hands on you right now are just an edge too hard, holding. It's then that it clicks, why Yoongi’s acting this way about you and Tae.

“You’re possessive!” you cry, sitting up abruptly. Yoongi groans and hides his face. “you want me all to yourself you big squishy marshmallow lump!” Yoongi grumbles and tries to turn over. You try to stop him, but he catches your hand.

Yoongi’s hands have always been warm, warm, and rough. You like his hands- more than you’re willing to admit. Maybe it’s wrong to pick a favorite part of your soulmate but they’ve always been your soft spot. Maybe the haze of omega space hasn’t quite left because you find yourself lingering over them, tracing along a knuckle.

In the silence, you barely catch Yoongi gathering his words. a breath exhaled through his teeth. “I’m only gonna get all of you to myself for a little while longer, just a little while. So, sue me if I want to watch it happen slowly and not just because Tae convinces you that you want to help with his rut.”

You freeze. And you have to know, Yoongi knows you’re not stupid and that you think about your trauma often. You wish you could say that you didn’t think about your use to the pack in such concrete and cruel words like that.

But Tae could if he’d had asked. Yoongi wonders would you have really said no? Even if you weren’t quite comfortable with the idea of sex with them just yet? would you have weighed their wants against your own needs and found your own desires insufficient?

Omegas are supposed to help alphas with ruts. In the olden times, alphas were entitled to have at least one for their rut season. and while society has moved far past that some of those old values still linger in unexpected ways.

Yoongi knows they did with Geumjae, grew up hearing as much. it’s an omegas duty to help an alpha out, it’s the only thing that they’re good for.

Maybe the more startling thing to think about is the fact that Yoongi might have let you have sex with Tae. If you'd been convincing, had seemed honest about the idea that you could want this, and if he’d been lucid enough. Yoongi might have let his own interests get the better of him and his own desire to see you happy with the pack would have won out and then everything could have been messed up.

You're not ready sex and ruts with the pack, kissing maybe- but that's a big maybe. Rut sex is too intense, and Yoongi knows you, he knows you just a touch too well.

If Tae had asked, would you really have been able to say no? Would you have felt comfortable enough to say no if he wanted to do something to you that you didn’t like? The pack aren't monsters, but these conversations aren’t something you should have during rut or in any sort of rushed way. You should have time to build up to that kind of intimacy with them and not have it thrust upon you.

Maybe his words where a little harsh, but you can hardly blame him for wanting to protect you. You lean your body over, settling over him and caging Yoongi in. Hips splayed to fit over his hips.

“Okay,” you say because you don’t know what else to do. you don’t know what he suspects and he wants to keep it that way. he pulls you in close like his arms are enough to protect you from the horrors of your own mine and you set your cheek against Yoongi's chest and feel his breath on the top of your head. and although the scent of cinnamon hovers on the edge of every inhale Yoongi reminds himself that nothing happened, there isn’t any reason to catastrophize, any reason to worry or blame anyone.

(anyone but himself that is, for letting things get that far, for not dragging you back here sooner. if Yoongi voiced this you’d remind him that your actions aren’t his responsibility, so he doesn’t say anything at all)

In the quiet, you can still hear the noise from the other room. the growls and snarls and feral moans just seem to get louder and louder. “You used soundproofing foam in between the top floor and the bottom of the house right?"

"It was the first thing I thought of."

That night- Yoongi would never admit it- but he barely sleeps. Both listening for a hint of his name from the other room and looking down at you softly in his arms. Who knows how many more nights he's going to get you all to himself. Maybe the truth is that there are both good and bad things about being a part of a pack.

Things that Yoongi would never voice out loud let alone tell anyone but you. Will he miss the individual nature of your love once you have someone else? Is it wrong of him to feel possessive of you when you've never felt the same possessiveness over Yoongi or re-enforced your clear claim on him? not all packs are romantic, and not all mated pairs within packs have romantic relationships inside them.

“After you, who's ever going to need me like this again?”

Sometime in the night, you wake but only slightly, not enough to open your eyes or stir in your nest but enough to hear Yoongi talking to someone. Your nose lifts in sleep scenting the air. The scent of cinnamon is ever-present, but closer and softer- the heady scent of caramel.

Hobi.

You crack your eyes open and find The alpha looks a little worse for wear, lips pink and chapped, hair all ruffed and already looking like he hasn’t slept a wink. “How bad?” Yoongi asks, his hand is on Hobi’s waist, rubbing smooth soothing circles along the edge of his boxers.

And Hobi sighs. “Bad.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Jin thinks it might help if Tae can smell you, he refused to pop a knot until-” Hobi cuts himself off, “we need your scent, hers too” Hobi’s eyes meet yours in the darkness and at the focus, Yoongi turns.

“Go back to sleep sunshine.” you settle back into the bed watching them from there until your eyes get too heavy to stay open, You hear the sound of clothing being ruffled. Your dirty laundry basket being sorted through to find something suitable, something you won’t mind if it gets ruined or stained with cum or has holes bitten into. With Tae- all are possible.

The moans, whines, and snarls quite a little after Hobi brings over the clothes, and you’d never know it because Namjoon’s nearly gagged Tae with a pair of your tiny sleep shorts. Though the alpha is very interested in sniffing and licking at your clothing. It’s a little too feral- but every little hint of your scents does a little more to settle Tae.

And in the morning, there is this; Tae wrapped up in a happy bundle between Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon on the couch his face flushed and hair sweaty and greasy. a blanket lies over their laps and you don't want to think about what might be going on underneath. there is a certain closeness between them that says that Tae's cock just might be buried in Jungkook- knot warming him probably.

Hoseok’s and Jimin convinced Tae to leave the nest by commenting that Jungkook and Jin needed to eat, and with the subtle threat that that this way was the only way he would get to see you and Yoongi- in person and verify that some cataclysmic accident hadn't taken you in the last 10 hours since tae's seen your face.

He whines from the couch but Namjoon keeps him in place as only a pack alpha can, a hand around his waist and one palm massaging at his scent gland. A subtle scruff that keeps Tae in place. Though it seems to be having less and less of an effect as the rut progresses. Namjoon’s had to scruff Tae three times already. Once because of you and Yoongi leaving, and twice because Tae needed a push to pop a knot, was holding himself back for some reason.

"Alpha- alpha" Tae squirms against his touch. across his lap, jungkook hisses between bites of fruit proffered by Jin.

“Jesus christ what happened to you?” you ask when you see the state of the pack. Their skin looks nearly mauled, the little circles of bruises slowly turning from pink to purple, littered everywhere but mostly concentrated on their necks.

You poke at a bruise on Hobi’s elbow in teasing. It seems like a weird placement for a bite- what in the world would convince Tae that he needed to bite there, that the skin was too alluring to go unclaimed.

Don't look at their feet, a voice tells you, some things you just don't need to know.

“It’s just how Tae gets in Rut- he’s nibbly.” Hobi may not be the culinary master that Yoongi and Jin are but he’s at least capable of rice and scrambled eggs, Yoongi helps too, cooking hashbrowns nice and golden in the other pan. High protein and high carbs for all of them- to add fuel to the fire.

Jungkook will just have to do with the eggs, a little bit of chili oil thrown in for some flavor, and a good heaping portion of cheese. “How where we? Too loud?” he asks, leaning over the burner while you retrieve a coffee cup.

“No- you were all terrible,” you grumble, coffee- you just need coffee and then you won't be grumpy.

Tae whines, loud, Seokjin winces as it’s just been shrieked into his ear. Yoongi is quick to go and soothe him. “Not you Tae-baby, I’m sure you were a sweetheart the whole night.” Tae lifts his head, he’s so tired, sitting so gingerly that he barely opens his eyes. Though when he does, they widen, fixating on the column on your neck. You between Hobi and Jimin, the general chaos of them in the kitchen.

And before anyone notices it he’s trying to get up from the couch on unsteady legs. Jungkook has to hold around his neck not to be thrown off. “Not marked- not- omega please-“ Namjoon does a good job of pulling him back down. “No alpha- have to guard us” Jungkook says, breathless and flushed, sucking a similar mark to settle Tae onto his scent gland. Pink and sensitive looking, ringed with bruises too.

“Jesus you weren’t joking” the haze lessons, you can see it ebb and flow. Tae's hair is sticking up, looking at you. His muscles tremble with the strength of his resolve, holding himself back from literally pouncing on you.

He’s a tiny bit lucid for a second just enough to actually make some sense. He knows how he is right now, that there’s something wrong- that this rut is too deep. "Someone mark her please, or else I’m going to go insane- please- please." Tae begs so prettily.

Hobi and Jimin share a look, just a look before you're tilting your neck in Tae's direction. And oh- thank God for you because if there's one thing that can be said with certainty it's that you know how to defuse situations with distressed alphas.

"See Tae- I'm already marked enough don't you think?" his eyes fixate on the mark, and that at least- is true. The others wince, but for some reason, it does the trick. he whines Making eye contact with Yoongi.

There is stillness, and then Jungkook inhales a deep, unsteady breath.

And then Namjoon is scooping both him and tae up leaving no room for argument. "Okay! I think it's time for us to get back to the nest before someone has a meltdown." They hurry out, Yoongi and you take over cooking and when it’s finished, your mate takes it inside the room, stays for a good long while before he finally exits. You don't say anything about how chapped his lips are or that he smells an offal lot like Tae.

“OoOooo someone got /kissed/” you tease from the couch, the movie on the tv turned up to drown out the noises from the other room. yoongi throws a dishtowl at you that you dodge easily. “Oh shut it-”

“Make me.”

The overall rut haze is hard for Tae to sift through. The moments spliced together like a supercut. Down he goes, until instinct and pleasure blend into a frightening haze.

One moment he's looking down at Jin, jostled against the bed with every sweet thrust. Tae doesn’t feel the burn in his hips only the heavyness in his cock. The friction and pressure around him delicious. Slick dripping and squirting onto the towels below. the sensitivity around the base where his knot swells feel raw and chaffed though he couldn't be more than 24 hours into his rut.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s cum. Jin looks debauched, legs shaking as he lifts his ass up and presents himself. Strong thighs trembling.

Wide hips- Jin has such pretty hips, already littered with pretty bruises and the imprints of Tae's fingertips. Jin is mostly stoic and silent but the way he gasps each time tae’s stomach meets his ass betrays how much Jin is enjoying this.

Namjoon growls low in his ear. rutting his own cock inbetween tae’s ass cheeks, slick and wet with something. "Do you like that pup? like how it feels when you breed our omegas?"

"Yes! yes!" he cries, thrusting wildly, without rhythm or reason only a brutal pace, Hips stuttering. "Wanna- can I fill him up please?" he knows he’s got to ask, to be polite.

And the next moment, he's waking to find everyone asleep in the bed but him. The blackout curtains hold back all the light beside a simple shaft of light, cutting across Jimin’s cheekbones where he lays, over Tae’s stomach, ear pressed to his belly button. A hand that feels like Hobi's is laced in his hair stroking him softly as he sleeps. And just like that, another wave is upon him, the cinnamon spiking up and up and up. "Guys!" he calls, waking the pack.

But Tae is already snarling, hands searching for them. He cranes his neck, finds the nearest skin, and sinks his teeth into whoever it might be. Lightly, but enough to leave a mark with a few delicate sucks.

He wants to clean them up- licking the cum from their skin, moving with hidden energy to get them prepared and ready for another round. Tae can get lethargic during his ruts, but sometimes when his hidden alpha takes hold, he moves with a strength that's hard to hold back.

The next time Tae's even a little lucid he's looking down at Jungkook, fully asleep below him. His cheeks are pulled apart by Jimin to show his wrecked hole. Dripping and messy with Tae's cum and a glisten of sweet slick. The sheets are wet under his knees. Distantly he feels pride- he did that- made his omega squirt slick, loose control so completely that it fell with drips and dribbles.

Somonophilia isn't anything abnormal during a rut, generally, that's just what the omegas sign up for. If there were fewer of them in the pack it would happen even more regularly- getting fucked awake like this.

"I'm not going to let you fuck Jungkookie again unless you clean up your cum you messy pup" Jin croons softly. Dragging his fingers down to tease at Tae’s cock.

What a good omega, so ready for us to use. Tae's not sure who's speaking if it's him, his alpha, or Jimin curled to the side of the nest, his hand propping up his chin to watch Tae wreck Jungkook again and again. He watches a drip of milky cum leak from Jungkook's pink entrance. So pretty and so cute just sitting there ripe for the taking. What a good omega. Tae should reward him for being so delectable and give him a pup as a present.

(The fact that Jungkook would cringe at the idea of being pregnant and having any actual children always seems to escape Tae's brain during a rut, but that's fair- it is all for the sake of fantasy and appeasing Tae’s instincts.)

The next time he’s lucid Namjoon's mouth is working at Tae's cock side by side with Hobi's. Half kissing and half sucking him off while Jimin's thumb digs into the head of his cock. Jin sucks a hickey onto tae's neck and jungkook licks with abandon into tae's mouth, moaning "alpha- alpha."

Their lips play with the sensitive skin that's a little more malleable around the base of his cock where his knot forms. Sucking hickeys onto the skin there until his knot does inflate again, staining both their faces with pretty white streaks. endless amounts of cum that they lick and lap at. Holding down Tae’s thighs that tremble and tense with every little pulse, moaning low when Jin dares to trail kisses down his chest and sucks brazenly on his nipple. flicking at the other meanly.

There is a moment where the rut lurches in Tae’s gut, sometime during the second night when Tae goes down the deepest, the haze sinking past the edge of the dream and toeing the line into hallucination. Maybe it’s his overtired brain or the pheromones or the dehydration.

It’s kind of hard to tell, but Tae knows it’s not real, that it can’t be.

When Tae thinks he wakes he’s been fucking up into tight heat. A growl building because it’s not one of the omegas, it’s Jimin – who’s already looking fucked out rolling his hips down onto Tae’s half-inflated knot. His own popped knot cradled in his hands while Jungkook sleeps to the side, resting while he can. Jimin's face twists from the sensitivity when Tae’s cockhead nudges deep and at all the right spots, but despite his own overstimulation he keeps riding Tae, milking his cock for all its worth.

Tae doesn’t know how long it’s been, Jimin must have been opening himself up for hours to take Tae’s cock and yet he’s taking him so beautifully and effortlessly now. Jimin’s body is tight- tighter than the omegas because he's not meant to take a cock like Tae's. Lube squelches with every downward thrust, noisy and filthy.

Tae wonders who did it- if it was Namjoon or maybe Hobi who prepped him. Jimin doesn't always need to take his knot during Tae's ruts. But maybe this rut won't end until Tae's bred each of them full, regardless of their actual ability to get pregnant or not. His instincts demand the claim.

The pack alphas eyes are on him as he opens up Hobi on his fingers too at the side of the nest. The other alpha moans high and pretty, "Joonie- Joon" Tae snarls drown out his word’s teeth bared and tongue flicking out to taste his packmate's arousals on the air. Hobi might be deep in subspace for all Tae knows, it wouldn't be strange for him to drop during this. The others are good packmates, they take care of each other that way.

Though Tae isn’t looking. Instead, he’s looking to the side at the mirror that Tae usually only looks into when she absolutely has too in the mornings when they get ready. The mirror image of himself is a little tricky to watch, but no- this isn’t Taehyung in the mirror this is Tae.

it's not real, Tae knows it couldn't be, but yet she can't stop looking.

This version of herself is the most deeply feminine thing, so beautiful it could break the stars and harvest their glitter. The lingerie she wears seems to sparkle like diamonds, like water when the sun hits it just right.

This is a hallucination. Tae’s brain reminds her but she doesn’t care, can’t care when she can’t look away.

The same deeply soft face that you made with your own two hands the other night is staring at her in the mirror, the being that you sculpted into existence is parting her pretty lips and moaning.

The mirror- it’s the mirror but it’s also not. This is Tae’s brain in rut, turning fantasy into reality and twisting it back again. This Tae has ruby red lips and her moans sound like bells. her long hair spills over her shoulders like a waterfall in gentle waves.

“There you go,” she giggles, a moan choked off behind a curled manicured hand. she has stiletto style nails the lightest shade of pink, so light they’re almost white, with ruby red French tips that look more cherry than blood red in the light of early morning.

The other Tae tuts, “don’t get distracted, you’ve got a show to pull off remember?” Jimin is riding him, milking Taehyung’s knot. His neck is arched plush lips parted to make room for moans. Tae can barely pay attention to the betrayal of her body as the specter in the mirror laughs again. “Moan like that pretty girl, just like that, are you matching Jungkook’s pitch well enough? Have you forgotten how to moan like a boy after only a few days?”

“How pathetic."

Tae cums and Jimin growls out a “that’s it- that’s a good boy.” And Tae feels like she’s going to be sick.

On the morning of the third day in a rut, it finally breaks, subsiding into the usually barely-there urges. Maybe a little heightened, a little sensitive, but nothing compared to before. All he knows is that one moment he's knotting Namjoon finally and its Ecstasy. Someone is playing with his rim from behind and there’s the greasy sweet taste of omega slick on his tongue. like honeycomb.

And the next moment- it feels like someone driving a needle into his knot when he pulls out, "Ow ow- okay- okay- that hurts- shit," Namjoon is blinking away a little bit of pain, a little bit of discomfort, finally relaxing back into the bed. Holding Tae loosely.

“Fucking finally-“ Jungkook is passed out along the top of the nest, bruises lining the inside of his thighs. Head thumping as he sighs back against the pillows. "No one come near me with a knot for a fucking month or else."

“How many days?” Tae’s whole body hurts, every inch of him is sore. He’s sure the rest of the pack must be just as worn. “Almost four,” Jin is laying similar to Jungkook, completely spent.

The room quite frankly reeks of cum, slick, and sweat. It smells like the pack too, but even Jungkook- who’s usually a fan of all kinds of smells as long as their ‘pack’ smells- shrivel his nose at them. Tae is too sore, body to spent to help with the cleanup.

Jimin even has to hold him up in the shower, the hot water and special scent soap- meant to completely clear out the body of ruts and heat stench irritates his nose and makes Tae whine but it’s a necessity. Everyone in the pack will wash with this. And the sheets, all of the nest materials will need to be washed and they'll probably need to air out the whole room too.

Tae can’t hold himself up, splays himself all along Jimin’s front under the hot water which soothes his aching muscles. He lets the other alpha run one round of shampoo through his hair and then another. And Tae can tell that Minnie has something on his mind, waits until the silence is pregnant enough before he looks up at him, eyes wordlessly begging him to end the quiet.

Jimin's fingers skim across his spine, “You kept- crying out for her and Yoongi. Is there something you want to tell me?” Tae is silent because maybe there's too much he wants to say; too much lingering between them in the warm water and steam. His throat feels raw with the weight of what's unsaid. How did you know you wanted her Jimin? How did you first start to love a girl (and why wasn’t it me)? endless questions, but for once he falls silent. Pressing his face and mouth to Jimin’s neck hard.

“It’s okay Tae-baby- I know you didn’t want us to know but Jinnie, hell- even Hoseokie has been sweeter with her which honestly I can barely believe but- she’s Yoongi’s sweet thing you know?” Jimin’s got that starry faraway look in his eyes, a look that Tae hasn’t seen in a long time- not since the last time that he fell in love with someone else.

Tae aches and aches with it, in the water- with the scent blocker, Jimin can’t smell how upset and unhappy he is. “Is that’s what’s been keeping you up baby?”

Tae swallows so quickly he nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Yes” he lies, but it’s not really a lie, not really. Just not the full truth. But Tae is scrambling to say anything but the real truth of the situation.

“I'm sorry, I should have said something.” Tae is the worst, the absolute worst person to lie to his soulmate like this, to live a lie like this. After Jimin has just helped him through maybe one of the worst ruts in his existence.

“It’s okay,” Jimin presses his smile into his hairline, “now that I know for sure we can- we can court together yeah? Just like with kookie?”

With the pack there had been more of a group- integration effort, but with Jungkook- Tae likes to think that they were every omega’s wet dream back then, maybe not the picture of financially stable alphas ready to open up their home to make a pack- but close. At least a little bit better than the college student fodder that Jungkook had combed through before. Sentimentality hooks it’s greedy claws into his heart.

They’re older now, more settled. Maybe the rut hasn’t entirely left Tae because the idea that he and Minnie, that the whole pack has something compelling to offer you makes him want to purr.

Like he's been summoned by their reminiscing Jungkook pokes his head in the bathroom, “Are you guys good? Are you still working through the last wave?” Tae winces when he sees the sheer expanse and the number of bruises littering his chest and hips. He looks absolutely mauled.

"I'm sorry kookie" Jungkook just grins and ignores him. Something in the way he tips his head is inherently satisfied. happiness in Tae’s chest blooms and preens, whispers happily- I did that. But it’s just the last of the rut talking.

“We’re just finishing up” Jimin presses a kiss to the nape of Tae’s neck, sets his weight more firmly back onto Tae’s feet but the alpha bobs. Jimin’s hands are back on Tae’s hips in an instant to keep him from falling over. “Can you get Joon? I think I need help getting him into the other nest room.”

“Great, I've got cum in my hair” Jungkook leaves the door open on his way out and the cool air helps Tae settle back into himself. Wincing as he realizes what Jungkook’s just said. It’s kind of hopeless to think that the cum in his hair isn’t Tae’s at this point.

Maybe he's more rut addle than he thinks he is, the last little bit of it still lingering skin deep because it takes him a second to realize what Jungkook said.

“Other?” Tae asks, Jimin smiles, and it seems more genuine than it has in days. Shame stirs like an anchor in Tae’s stomach, what kind of packmate is she if her distress has been weighing on Jimin so much and she didn’t even notice it?

“Y/n and Yoongi have been asking for you my love.”

You are splayed pretty in your nest when Namjoon fireman carries Tae in. Tae's skin is so sensitive that he can only bear to wear a pair of thin boxers but if you mind, you don't say anything. Yoongi must be somewhere else, helping clean up or cooking- who knows.

You look tired, but Tae's sure that she looks worse. You giggle when Namjoon tries to gently set him down with a dopy smile on his face only to be taken with Tae's weight. The other alpha is basically no help to lessen their descent and Tae thumps against the bed like a lead weight. Namjoon acts like setting his arm inside of your nest is just about the worse thing he could do. Apologizing profusely with a blush coating his cheeks when he pulls himself back up.

"It's fine Joonie." Namjoon is all boyish grace, a swivel to his hips that says how happy he is as he lopes away, taking one last glance back at you and Tae and leaving the door open so that the rest of the pack can come to check up on you two. It's hard for them to be separated so soon after a rut but one room is hardly far. They'll have to handle it until they clean up the other room.

It might take a few hours; you might not even be awake by the time they finish. You're always ready for another nap and Tae is exhausted, every inch of his body sore. He nearly whines when you shift close to him in the bed, soft and warm and like respite incarnate.

Her cock is hurting, flaccid and heavy, and embarrassingly chaffed. Tae is always surprised how far her rut is willing to push her beyond the bounds of her body and her comfort. She doesn't even realize until you shove your knee in between her legs to get her to stop squeezing them to try and get some relief from the ache. You tuck your head under her chin.

"You okay?" it might be awkward, but not now, not with you both so warn down and alone at last. You haven't been this way since the makeup room the other night, was it only 4 nights ago? How could that be? Tae's lost track of the days.

Tae's arms wind around your shoulders, splaying. You smell clean and good, but not like the scent blockers and it feels heavenly. You've got such a subtle scent. Tae inhales a deep relaxed breath letting it soothe her aching lungs. "I'm fine. We didn't? keep you awake right?"

You laugh, and Tae tenses. "Oh no, I'm exhausted, but probably not as much as you" Tae's lungs hurt when she laughs, Tae will have the energy to feel guilty later, her arms are like lead weights right now.

The click and hiss of someone opening up a window in the other room punctuate the quiet, and Tae fights her sleepiness to open her eyes and glance at you. Something in Tae relaxes something that hadn't eased through all the rut as she eyes your messy bed head, nuzzles along the top of it happily.

Later she'll think about it, everything that happened and everything she saw. Wonder out loud if the specter was real or imagined. maybe she'll even ask you about it.

Her fantasy lingers under every touch, even without you knowing Tae is still embarrassed enough by her own blatant wanting that she showed in pre-rut. Though now that she’s thinking about it- she’s not sure that part was pre-rut at all.

But for now, she can put those questions to bed along with you. For now, you're peering up at her, hair all sleep ruffled and cute. It must barely be noon and yet. "Wanna nap with me?" nest cuddles are the best and everything here smells like chocolate cake. Tae sinks into the mattress, yours is so much squishier compared to theirs and it cradles Tae’s sore body like a yolk in an egg.

You take her hand, lacing yours Together, folded over the pillow.

Tae's eyes are already closed, but he recognizes Jimin's barely blooming scent before he speaks from the doorway. “Sleep pups, you deserve it.” Jimin watches over you both, the last thing Tae feels is someone pulling a blanket over his bare shoulder.

Together, you rest.

(Moonbyul)

Across the state, and a few cities away Moonbyul sharpens her knives with calm clarity.

When she first took her job as Don, she never imagined that she’d like the bloodletting at all. Swore that she’d never come to appreciate the exact finesse that knives needed to become speakers. That she’d never love turning them into a special kind of truth potion.

Everyone could hurt someone well enough to make them bleed, but few could hurt someone well enough to make them talk.

Oh- How wrong she was.

Over the last 6 months, she’s gotten good at getting people to reveal their secrets with them, come to enjoy it even. Her favorite knife isn’t the meat cleaver or the delicate Japanese chef's knife that one of her packmates got her 4 years ago as a present. No- her favorite knife is one so thin and sharp that it can slide clean between bone and ligament and lightly divorce one from the other.

Pain isn't the only thing that can make people talk, there isn’t anything more startling than one moment having full use of your limbs and then to feel it slip away the next. Taking away the ability for someone to move each of their fingers, or knees, or feet. But she doesn't need to employ any of those powers today, no today is going to be easy.

all the money in the world bets that the youth in front of her will be an easy victim, he's got wide eyes- cute if she were ever interested in alphas. He's a little young too. She won't even need a single nick as he’s scared enough of her to get him talking without any pain. It’s a pity. She bets he wouldn’t even move from the chair if she undid his bonds. It's unfortunate, fear like that is hard to buy, even harder to cultivate.

Her exterior is usually so unassuming that people aren’t afraid until it’s too late.

They are 4 floors down and in a torture room of her own making, no one makes it out of these 4 walls alive but her or her gaurds. usually, she'd have one or two guards with her to make sure that a target didn't get the jump on her. It's happened before, just barely. Moonbyul is still a woman even if she is an alpha.

But no one else can be trusted with this secret. No one.

Her reputation must be growing by now, nearly 6 months into her reign and already at the point where even the most distal members of the gang were afraid of her. Good- she thinks it’s good that they know what will happen if they try and cross her. She leans down in front of him, her hair spilling out like a curtain as she smiles.

Her long thin blade clasped in one delicate hand, letting the other parts of her be soft. It was easy to call it forth now, people never expected an alpha to be soft, much less one in her position.

“Tell me again, Beomgyu, tell me what you heard them say in the café that night- Every last word.”

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