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Jungkook grins when he gets home. The scents of jasmine and cherries mingle as he hears panting from the bedroom. It's a little earlier than usual, but Namjoon and Seokjin's heats have synced up. If one of them accidentally got sent into an earlier heat, it would send the other into one. There are two writhing omegas in this apartment right now, and Jungkook is not a strong enough man. He cannot stop himself from licking his lips as he carefully slides through the apartment door, closing it quietly behind him as he makes his way to his omegas.
They're where they always are during their heats. They're panting from a fever while they refuse to take off the clothes that smell of the ones they love. They pant against each other's mouths, but both are too much of a pillow princess to try and take charge. He can hear the whimpers pulled out of their mouths as Seokjin lays half on Namjoon's body, his thigh between Namjoon's as the younger omega grinds down on it. One of Namjoon's hands is curled up underneath Seokjin's sweater, pressing down on the small of his back. They look desperate, both in need of a release that they're just not in charge of controlling.
But this is why they have Jungkook.
"Hey," he whispers into the quiet of the room. He enjoys the aroused and confused eyes that turn to him when they hear his voice, how both of their legs instantly open just a little more. He can see the slick on them, how wet it's making their underwear. He's unsure why they're still wearing underwear, but he thinks it must be because they enjoy the feeling of Jungkook dragging it off with his teeth before he eats them out like he's a starving man.
He's halfway across the room in a heartbeat, his clothes dropping around him as he wrenches open Seokjin's thighs until he can't move them anymore. And with how flexible his hyung is, he has quite a view as he tears off the underwear. He smirks as he sees how that gets Seokjin dripping wet. "Pretty," he coos, running a finger down Seokjin's crease until the pad rests right above his hole. Then, with glee, he shoves it in with no warning. Seokjin howls, gripping Namjoon tightly as he rocks his hips back on that finger.
"So pretty," he sighs. "So, so pretty. Jin-hyung, do you know how beautiful you are when you're panting like a whore? I can't keep my hands off you."
Namjoon is whining pathetically, Seokjin's thigh no longer around for him to grind. He's desperate for friction on his cock that he can't get, desperate for the ache inside of him to be filled while no one is willing or able to help him. His eyes flutter open as he blinks pitifully at Jungkook, clearly saying he wants Jungkook's cock in him and wants it now.
Too bad Jungkook is just not feeling it. It's fun to spoil one of his omegas with all the attention to the point of overstimulation and then watch the other beg for even a crumb of it. He never considered himself a sadist, but then he got boyfriends and learned about himself.
He bends down to lick the slick out of Seokjin's hole, his cock achingly hard from the noises he's pulling out of the older omega. He tastes like cherries on his tongue. Jungkook brings his other hand up to Namjoon's thighs, slick plentiful on them, scooping up what he can before he wraps his hand around his cock and begins to stroke slowly.
He's so caught up in his pleasure that he doesn't notice the scent of oranges until he feels a hand wrap around his neck. So loose, sadly not nearly tight enough to choke him, but only one person in the world has an obsession with scruffing Jungkook.
He stills, a finger inside Seokjin as he eats him out and the other hand on his dick, not daring to move until he gets permission.
Jungkook is in charge when Yoongi isn't home, but when his hyung comes back, they all know who the one in control is.
"Kookie," his hyung rumbles out, Jungkook able to feel it in his chest despite not being pressed against Yoongi's. "Are you being mean to the omegas again?"
Jungkook nods eagerly. It would be useless to deny it because Yoongi just walked in on them, and besides that, this is what Jungkook needs.
The four have a perfect routine. First, Jungkook is the overeager brat who overstimulates a hyung while ignoring the other. Then Yoongi makes a show of punishing Jungkook while pampering his omegas. Not Jungkook's.
No, Jungkook is owned by his hyung. His bratty beta.
Namjoon lets out a sob, attempting to sit up even though Seokjin is just dead weight on top of him. "Hyung," he whines, his heels digging into the sheets. "'M empty."
Yoongi coos at him. "Don't worry, baby. Hyung will fill you up." He strokes Jungkook's back, his fingers trailing down until they rest above his hole. "But first, let me discipline Kookie, okay?"
Namjoon nods, settling back down. He knows that Yoongi will keep his word. They all do.
Jungkook is torn from Seokjin's body, pushed onto his back while his hyung smirks down at him. The lube is already in his hand, the tip of the bottle pressed against Jungkook's hole where it's squeezed in. He blushes, feeling so dirty and depraved when his hyung does it like he can't be bothered to prep Jungkook, so he's going to take him as he does with the omegas.
(Of course, he does. Jungkook is still loose from last night, and his hyung knows that. Just like he knows how the fantasy gets Jungkook more aroused than anything else.)
He spreads his legs, not holding back the whimper as Yoongi shoves the plug inside him, already putting it on its highest volume.
"Jinnie," Yoongi says, gently moving Seokjin, treating him like a delicate treasure. He scoops him up into his arms, purposefully displaying the alpha strength that Jungkook can spend hours at the gym working to achieve and still never quite get there. "Baby. I'm going to have you sit on Kookie's dick while I take care of Joonie. You can move, but try not to let him come. Of course, it won't be your fault if he does. He's a big boy and should know how to control himself."
Seokjin nods pitifully. Yoongi carefully removes his hoodie, leaving Seokjin naked as he guides him down onto Jungkook.
On instinct, he raises his hands to hold Seokjin's hips, glancing at Yoongi to make sure that it's okay for him to touch the omega. Yoongi nods, and Jungkook lets out the air trapped in his throat. Warm, wet heat surrounds him; it takes everything in him not to buck up and start fucking Seokjin. But if he does that, then Yoongi won't be happy. And Jungkook likes to keep his alpha happy.
Seokjin lays down, placing his head on Jungkook's shoulder. Despite the permission to move, it's clear that he wants to cockwarm until Yoongi decides he can be fucked. He wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck, burrowing his face in it.
Yoongi turns to Namjoon, tsking as he looks at him. "Poor baby. Was Kookie being mean to you?"
Namjoon sniffles and nods, moving his legs so that Yoongi can sit in-between them. He grabs his hips, tilting them up. Yoongi's cock is hard. Jungkook isn't sure when he took off his clothes, but it gives him a chance to admire his hyung's lean physique. Namjoon whines, making grabbing motions with his hands. Yoongi laughs, leaning down so Namjoon can wrap his arms and legs around the alpha. He squeezes his eyes shut, burrowing his face in Yoongi's neck.
"Hyung," he mumbles. "So big."
Yoongi hums. "I know, Joonie. I know. So good for taking me."
Namjoon whines. One hand slides off Yoongi's back so he can rub his stomach. Jungkook knows what he's doing. He's feeling Yoongi so deep inside him. How good his knot feels.
Yoongi grips Namjoon's hand and forces it back around his neck. "Baby, you just have to lay back and let hyung take care of you, okay?"
Namjoon whimpers and nods. "'Kay, hyung."
Yoongi kisses his cheek. "Good boy. Just hold on tight."
Namjoon only has a moment to brace himself before Yoongi reels back, smoothly standing off the bed before he slams Namjoon against the wall. It's his favorite position to be fucked in. He loves feeling tiny and delicate, capable of being controlled without difficulty. Jungkook understands. He loves it when Yoongi fucks him like that as well. The reminder that no matter what, their alpha will always be able to take care of him.
How his whimpers grow high and desperate makes Jungkook want to buck up into Seokjin, but he stops. He wants to be a good boy for Yoongi. And good boys obey their hyungs when they give them an order. And if he's good, then Yoongi will reward him. So his hips shift, and he struggles not to get lost in how good Seokjin feels around him. He's currently moving slightly, trying to find a position that's just a little more comfortable, pressing against his prostate in just the way he likes when he's cockwarming.
"Yoongichi," he mumbles. "Can Kookie fuck me?" He twists his head to look at Yoongi, who meets Seokjin's gaze without stopping his thrusts inside Namjoon. He looks at him carefully, but they all know that Seokjin is shameless about using his position as Yoongi's hyung to get him to give him whatever he wants. He's a brat who likes to play by the rules, doing everything Yoongi commands by pouting his lips until Yoongi gives him the exact order he wants.
It only takes a moment for Yoongi to huff out a laugh and nod his head. "Yeah. Kookie, fuck him. Make sure that you don't come though. You're only allowed to do that when I'm inside you. Do you understand?"
Jungkook nods. He's already rolling Seokjin onto his back, fucking into him with the desperation that makes Yoongi laugh and calls him a bunny. He makes Jungkook promise never to change. He says that he enjoys it when he's a little bunny. It's adorable.
(Jungkook knows that one of these days, he will find Yoongi buying him bunny ears and a tail to wear. He can't wait for that day.)
Seokjin pants in his ear, clawing at his back, the adorable little wolf that gets so eager for dick that he can't just stop whimpering. At least that's what Yoongi calls him, while Namjoon is a sweet kitty.
(They're all owned by Yoongi. They're all his little pets. They all can't imagine life without him taking care of them.)
"Harder," Seokjin whines. One heel digs into his back, and the other presses down on the base of the vibrator inside him. Just like Yoongi instructs him and Namjoon to do since he knows Jungkook likes it. His hyung does take care of him even when he's being mean, especially when he's being mean. "Kookie, harder ."
"Don't you hear him?" Yoongi says, his voice dripping with mockery. "Harder, Kookie. Do you think that you can fuck him harder?" Yoongi is effortlessly fucking Namjoon, not even breaking a sweat, showing off his strength deliberately while sweat is dripping down Jungkook's face and matting his hair. "You need to be good for Jinnie. He just gets so needy, and I don't like to see him upset."
Jungkook doesn't like to see him upset either. Well, that's a lie. Seokjin is so cute when he's upset, his lower lip pushed out, and his little firsts waving in the air as he stops his feet and demands cuddles, kisses, fucks, or whatever he wants and feels denied. But, of course, he can't help but upset him sometimes, especially when he knows that Yoongi will punish him for it.
But he doesn't want Seokjin to get to the point of tears tonight. He doesn't know if he would be able to handle it. Seokjin easily cries during his heat, but that only happens when he's on his second or third day of heat. It only rarely happens when he's in his first day of heat. So Jungkook doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing yet.
But of course, it's always Jungkook that ends up crying first. "I'm good," he mumbles. "I'm a good boy." Tears are dripping onto the sheets, and his head is pounding as the emotions threaten to overwhelm him. Overwhelm him because he's doing what his hyung needs from him, which is what he aspires to be. He aspires to be a good boy. He knows that he is a good boy. He can feel Seokjin's hands on his back, no longer scratching, but soothing him, kisses pressed against his cheeks.
"You're," Seokjin pants against his skin, drool sliding against Jungkook's cheek and mixing with his sweat and tears. "Good boy."
Jungkook lets out another sob, happy for the reassurance and the praise. He can hear Namjoon's moans pitching higher and higher, the tell-tale proof that he's about to cum. He glances at his alpha to see how he's manipulating Namjoon into the exact position he wants him in as his knot begins to form.
"You are," Yoongi confirms as he meets Jungkook's eyes. Namjoon seems to nod, but he might be too far gone to realize what Jungkook is going through. "You're such a good boy when you take care of my omegas when I'm not here. And you're such a good boy when you allow me to take care of you. So I have to make sure that you know that, okay?"
Jungkook nods. He knows this because he goes through these emotions every single heat. He doesn't doubt his hyungs. He needs reassurance, and they know this. They don't judge him; they give it to him without questions.
He buries his face in the sheets next to Seokjin's head, breathing in the sweet cherry scent from his hyung as it mixes in with his hair. He uses a shampoo that smells like vanillas, a scent that Jungkook could live in forever. At least as long as he has jasmine and pine mixed in.
Namjoon and Yoongi come simultaneously, or at least that's what it feels like to Jungkook. He knows they're sitting beside him and Seokjin, Namjoon boneless in Yoongi's lap while his alpha's hand joins Seokjin's on his back. "Good boy," he repeats. "Best boy." He takes a deep breath. "And you can come now, Kookie. You and I will just spend some special time together later."
"We've to sleep," Seokjin mumbles. "Can't be horny all time."
"But you are," Yoongi gently chides.
"You love," Seokjin clenches around Jungkook's cock, and with the permission and the pleasure and the sweet, kind words and how Seokjin gasps and shivers as he cums, never very loud but always very beautiful, he comes as well. He makes sure to roll over just enough that he doesn't put all of his body weight on Seokjin, but he doesn't leave his body even as his dick begins to feel raw and oversensitive. It's Seokjin. It's worth it.
"I do," Yoongi whispers. "I love all of you."
Jungkook feels Yoongi slowly slide the vibrator out of him, leaving his hole fluttering and gaping, empty in that awful way he loves. Namjoon plasters onto his back, and Jungkook knows that Yoongi is preparing everything for when they wake up. As always, Jungkook first, the omegas whining from heat an hour or so later. Jungkook will need to help take care of them.
But he knows that Yoongi will always take care of him too.