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The small clinic's parking lot was empty at this late evening hour, as Namjoon pulled the car up to a spot near the entrance. He killed the engine and smiled at his mate in the passenger seat and then at his son sitting in the back. He wished he could have Jungkook at his side so he could rest his palm on the round, swollen belly while he drove, but it wasn't safe anymore for the pregnant omega to do that. And Namjoon was a good alpha, protective of his family.
It was the protective streak that got him to suggest to Seokjin that the gynecologist that would lead Jungkook's pregnancy was their college years friend Yoongi, who had been close with the family for decades now. Seokjin hesitated at first, since Yoongi had been too young in his practice back when he was carrying Jungkook and Seokjin's doctor was a soft, older omega. But Yoongi meant total secrecy, they could trust him.
Yoongi was also a lot of fun.
The Kims got out of the vehicle and Namjoon led Jungkook to the door down the familiar path, keeping his hand around his son's wide waist, unable and unwilling to stop himself from keeping him close.
Jungkook stepped excitedly. They had gone and visited Yoongi's practice after hours a few times already and having no one around meant they could play as much as they liked. He knew that tonight was going to be the same.
The entrance room was dimly lit only by the light coming from an open door across the hallway. They took a few steps into the deserted space and heard a loud chime of a clear, low voice.
“Oh, here you are!”
A male figure appeared in the open doorway, his back illuminated and casting shadows on his face, making the white doctor’s coat that he wore stand out. He made a few steps and his shoes clanked on the tiles as he approached the family. When he got closer his calm and caring features along with slightly sleepy-looking eyes became visible to Jungkook.
“Hello, Yoongi.’ Seokjin smiled to him brightly.
Yoongi hummed warmly. “Seokjin, Namjoon. I trust you are well?” Yoongi nodded at each of his friends and stilled his gaze on Jungkook. “Little one?”
“Hello, doctor. I am fine, thank you.” Jungkook blushed. He grew up calling Yoongi either by “uncle” or by his name as he grew older, but he decided to commit to the scene right off the bat.
Yoongi smirked and patted Jungkook’s cheek.
“That’s great to hear, little omega. Come on in,” he said and turned to lead the group into the gabinet.
The room was brightly lit with ceiling lights and filled with various medical equipment and seats and beds. Yoongi stood in the middle of the room, hands in his coat pocket and stared Jungkook up and down.
“Get undressed and get up.” His voice was warm, but decisive.
“Yes, doctor.” Jungkook felt shivers run down his spine at the alpha’s command. He sent a brief look to the examination chair with a wide set of stirrups in one corner of the room and to his parents standing near it, holding hands and heat flaming in their eyes already.
Jungkook took a deep breath to calm his excitement and slowly pushed down his pants and underwear, noticing the first feeling of wetness between his legs as he did. Seokjin stepped in close and helped his son pull off the big, soft sweatshirt that he wore, exposing his bare pussy, a big, swollen belly and a pair of small tits, covered by a delicate white lace bra. Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s quiet groans mixed in the quiet space.
Seokjin helped Jungkook up on the cold, leather seat and pushed him gently back to make him lay down on it, and moved to stand at one side of the chair, mirroring Namjoon doing the same thing on the other side.
Yoongi walked up to the chair, snapping latex gloves in place on his hands. His touch was gentle on Jungkook’s plump, closed thighs.
“Okay, now I need you to open your legs and put them up here, alright? So open up, pretty.”
Jungkook slowly stretched his legs open with the first squelch of slick and raised them high to rest them on the stirrups. When he was done Yoongi pushed the stirrups wider, stretching Jungkook’s hole open, and he locked their position in place.
Yoongi slided his hands from the very inside edge of Jungkook’s inner thigh, up to his hips and finally settled them on top of Jungkook’s round belly.
“It’s the twentieth week, correct?” He asked, looking at Seokjin and drawing circles into Jungkook’s skin.
“Yes, just passed the mark.” Seokjin smiled back at his friend and absentmindedly stroked his son’s hair.
“So you are halfway through. You must be proud, Joon.” This time Yoongi set his gaze on Jungkook’s father.
Namjoon straightened up and smirked down at Yoongi.
“Yes, Seokjin and I are very happy.”
Jungkook bit his lower lip. It got him all hot and bothered, the way they spoke of the pregnancy that he carried without paying attention to him. Even though he went into this willingly, agreeing to getting bred by his father to give his mother a baby that he craved and could no longer have on his own, it turned him on to be treated like just a dumb, breeding bitch. He got a humiliation streak in him and they had all agreed to indulge him in these checkup visits.
“You have all the reasons to be. This bitch looks really healthy, all properly knocked up.”
Jungkook mewled at Yoongi’s words, feeling his hole flutter. Everyone ignored him.
“We will do quite a few tests today, so let’s start.”
Yoongi reached for a small table that had wheels at the bottom and pulled it to a comfortable distance while sitting down at a similarly wheeled stool between Jungkook’s legs. He pumped one of the bottles standing on the table and a clear gel squirted on his gloved hand. Jungkook flinched when a finger coated with the cold substance touched his pussy.
“You fuck him daily?” Yoongi asked Namjoon, tone indifferent, his finger tracing around Jungkook’s folds and hole, smearing the lubricant around and making it mix with the slick that started trickling from the omega’s slit.
“Oh yeah, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s very needy.”
“That’s good, an omega’s hormones are wild all throughout a pregnancy, it can feel like a permanent heat sometimes. Only their breeding alpha’s cock can satisfy them,” said Yoongi and pushed a finger into Jungkook’s hole, making him squeal. “As long as he slicks up as beautifully as this, it’s all fine, no risk of tearing or other damages. Fuck him as much as you want to. Keep the bitch in his place.”
Yoongi pushed two thumbs into Jungkook’s pussy and slowly began stretching it out. “Will I find your cum inside when I open him up?”
Jungkook’s breath hitched. What a humiliation, to allow another alpha see so deep inside him that traces of his lover-father will be visible, coating his walls.
Namjoon laughed heartily. “Yeah, probably. He’s very possessive about my cum in his cunt, I have to plug him up if I’m gone a longer while.”
“That’s a strong, healthy breeding instinct. A very good sign of a perfect omega bitch. His whole being is focusing on keeping his slut womb full.”
Seokjin listened to his mate’s and friend’s conversation with his palm on Jungkook’s belly and dreamy eyes. Jungkook reached out for his mother’s hand and intertwined their fingers on top of his baby bump.
Next, Yoongi took a metal object from the table, one that Jungkook had been familiar with even before he got pregnant. Seokjin had checked his pussy and cervix with a speculum every day for a week prior to the breeding, to determine whether he was in heat and in a prime, fertile condition.
Yoongi lubed up the instrument and in one fluid motion pushed it inside Jungkook’s hole. He wasted no time and started working the turnwheel to open it inside the omega, stretching his pussy walls wider and wider. When he settled on a considerable width, Jungkook was squirming in his seat and Yoongi held him down with his stern hand on Jungkook’s hip. He also sent him a dark look, but didn’t speak to him.
“I got something you might like.” Yoongi addressed the couple again and reached for a thick wand-like object. It had a cable running from its one end and it led to the big screen mounted on the wall. Yoongi turned it on with a remote and then turned his focus on Jungkook’s hole again.
He pushed one thin end of the long wand slowly inside and waited. He knew the small camera had started transmitting footage when he heard the three others moan under their breath. He turned his head to the screen and sure enough, there it was - Jungkook’s insides were filling the whole wide screen. The camera was recording his slick covered stretched rigged walls, blushed a beautiful, lively red.
“Yes, there we go. Now we all can inspect this pussy properly. Lovely, lovely,” Yoongi started mumbling as he reached for another tool, a simple metal rod. He inserted it carefully alongside the camera wand and slid the smooth end across the vaginal walls, catching strings of stretchy, glistening slick and making quiet, squelchy sounds.
“And as suspected, there’s your seed too, Joon.” Yoongi pushed the camera further in and groaned lowly. The view was obscene, the big, pretty ring of the cervix at the end of the hole was coated with a layer of thick, white cum. “Do you think I could eat it out of him or will he have a fit over losing his precious daddy cum, hm?”
Jungkook mewled loudly at his uncle’s words. He had proven himself to be a skilled giver of oral pleasure the last time they had visited, making Jungkook come twice in a row with just his lips and tongue sucked to his pussy.
Namjoon laughed heartily at the look that Yoongi’s words caused on Seokjin’s face. His mate’s eyes were glistening with interest and excitement. Back in their college days the three of them used to fool around together and the dynamic that Yoongi brought to their bed had been unique. Yoongi was an alpha and although he liked knotting pretty omegas as much as any other, his usual preferences lied instead with submitting to other alphas. Seokjin remembered the multitude of times that Namjoon ordered Yoongi around and made him suck Namjoon’s cum out of Seokjin’s holes. Seokjin sucked in a shaky breath and felt his crotch tingle with the arousal. He grabbed the side of the exam chair and slowly grinded into it to get some friction.
Yoongi smiled mischievously and focused again on the young omega opened up before him. He prodded gently with the rod at the soft ring of the cervix, focusing the camera at the visual. He ignored Jungkook’s needy mewls, but stayed vigilant in case he was to actually cause him any harm. When he saw that the teen was okay he lightly pushed the rod into the small opening.
Jungkook yelled out at the sensation.
“The little bitch is needy for some cervix fucking, huh? Unfortunately, it’s properly closed up right now. At least the body knows how to protect the pup, because if it was up to this slut I’m sure he would’ve gape his whorish womb for just about any cock.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched with a quiet sniffle. No, he was a good breeding bitch, a good omega, he would never endanger the pup! No matter how amazing it felt to have a thick, hot cock wedged in the tight opening and feel the cum flood his womb…
“Yes, doctor,” Jungkook swallowed and whispered.
Yoongi hummed. He played with the slick and cum inside the pretty pussy a little while longer and then extracted both instruments out of it, but left the open speculum untouched without comment. Jungkook clenched his pussy walls around the hard metal. It was almost as big as his father’s knot, but the stretch felt incomplete without the body heat of the real thing.
Yoongi stood up and moved to stand on Jungkook’s side, exchanging places with Seokjin, who sat down on the freed up stool and absentmindedly stroked his son’s skin on his supple thigh. Yoongi placed his hands on Jungkook’s round belly, feeling around the sides of it from this angle and that.
“That is surely quite a big growth for just the twentieth week, but still normal, nothing to worry about. You are both still sure you don’t want to know the baby’s genders?” Yoongi looked between his friends, purposely ignoring Jungkook again.
Seokjin hummed. “We are settling for a surprise.”
Yoongi looked meaningfully at Namjoon. “But the size probably gives you some ideas, huh?”
Namjoon straightened up proudly in response and chuckled.
Jungkook sighed dreamily. It was common for a rapidly growing belly to be a sign of the baby being an alpha. Of course, every family would be happy with any healthy baby, but it was still something to be proud about if it turned out to be an alpha. Jungkook enjoyed a lot of kind attention in public whenever he went out, people were shocked when they heard Jungkook was still only halfway, they caressed his round belly and blessed his little alpha pup.
Namjoon was especially preening when they walked out alone sometimes and he was given knowing looks by the shop assistants who fitted Jungkook with bigger and bigger sizes of maternity clothings. Knowing that people realised him as the strong alpha who knocked up a young omega with an alpha pup filled him with so much pride and made him even more protective and clingy, taking any chance to keep his hands around his son’s waist or belly.
Jungkook put one of his hands on top of his baby bump and focused on feeling the life swelling his womb. Since they decided not to check, they also didn’t know the baby’s primary gender, but Seokjin always said he had a feeling there was a little alpha brother growing in Jungkook’s belly and Jungkook liked the idea very much. To give his parents a sibling that would be similar to his father in the same way that he was to his mother.
“Yes, good, everything seems to be correct. You got a real champ of a bitch, he’s breeding like a dream. The skin stretches beautifully, that is the marvel of young knocked up omegas, they’re made for it. You could probably pump him with seed come the first heat after the birth and impregnate him right back up.” Yoongi talked to Namjoon over the swollen belly. The other alpha growled quietly and possessively placed his own big palm on the lower side of the bump.
Meanwhile Seokjin had slid his hand from his son’s thigh down to his stretched out pussy, coating his fingers with slick and chose this moment to stroke Jungkook’s clit with a wet thumb. Jungkook jerked at the sensation accompanied by the dirty words of his uncle.
“Oh, ye- yeah,” he whined out.
If Jungkook was honest with himself, he had thought about this more and more. To stay pumped full of his father’s pups for years, forever maybe, be his parents’ personal breeding bitch, have his womb for their services.
Yoongi’s laugh pulled Jungkook out from his fantasy.
“This one likes the idea! My god, what a proper whore you guys made. I shouldn’t really be surprised.”
Jungkook wiggled on the chair, his mother still stroking his flushed clit. He tried to grind his pussy further into the hand, but he was kept in place by two alpha’s hands on his hip bones and a low rumble came out from both of their throats. Jungkook mewled sadly, but complied. Seokjin giggled between his legs and continued playing with his son’s folds.
“And how are those little tits, hm?” Yoongi cupped one breast through the lace bra and squished it lightly. The teen’s chest has continued to grow through his pregnancy and he now sported a pair of beautiful, round and perky tits. Most male omegas developed them much later in their pregnancies, but this was a gift he got from his parents, a side effect of the fertility booster they injected him with.
They were big enough so that most days he had to wear something for support, especially when they were swollen with milk. He found a brand of lace nursing bras, their soft detachable cups made of just a thin mesh and embroidery, which allowed the leaking milk to seep through onto his shirts, leaving obscene, wet patches. And after his parents' training of his little udders, he leaked almost all the time.
Yoongi felt wetness when he touched the breast, the droplets of milk cold from the air. He looked at the palm of his hand, now wet with the creamy traces. He looked Jungkook in the eyes and slowly, with an outstretched tongue, licked it off his skin.
“Mm, that’s really sweet. Do you think it’s sweet too, Joon?”
Namjoon leaned over his son’s chest and latched his lips on the other nipple peeking through the lace. He adored lactating omegas, having discovered his kink when Seokjin was carrying Jungkook. That’s why as soon as Jungkook started showing signs of producing milk, they started to train his milkers with pumps and, obviously, their own lips. Namjoon loved to feed from his own son’s tits, the creamy milk was delicious and warm. He sucked and lapped whenever he could get his hands on the omega.
The best thing was when he fucked Jungkook rough, stretching his pussy with a thick knot - that made the little udders shoot milk right into his waiting mouth.
Namjoon sucked for a few seconds and moaned loudly when the milk filled his mouth. He let it slosh around his tongue and swallowed.
“So very sweet and tasty. Perfect for daddy and perfect for pups.” Namjoon’s eyes were dark when he locked gaze with his son, whose chest was heaving with heavy breaths.
“Yes, sweet and tasty. But is it nutritious, and most importantly, is it enough for the pup?” Yoongi spoke with overacting puzzlement as he unclasped first one bra cup and then the other, exposing the soft flesh fully. Jungkook’s nipples sat like rosebuds in the middle of the wide pink areolas.
Yoongi squished around the nipple, making the milk bead at its top like a pearl before it overspill, sliding down the smooth skin with a thin, white stream. “I think we need to test that. Joon, do you mind? I would like to see how long before the bitch runs dry.”
Namjoon didn’t have to be told twice, he latched onto his son’s nipple with a fervor and sucked hard, squeezing the soft mound and pushing milk out of it. Yoongi smiled only under his nose and mimicked him, abusing the other tit.
Seokjin seriously picked up his ministrations with the teens pussy as well, forcefully pulling and tugging at the enlarged, aroused clit. Slick was streaming down the walls of the stretched hole, pooling inside it and leaking onto the leather seat. He slicked up one of his hands and pushed it inside the opened up pussy, sliding one of his fingers around the plump cervix, futilely trying to push the leftover seed inside it.
“Ah, ah, ah! I’m gonna, gonna- “ Jungkook was now shamelessly moaning and jerking around, not being able to handle so much attention on his poor body.
Namjoon let go of the nipple with a loud pop. There was milk trickling down his chin when he stared the omega down and commanded “Come.”
“Aaah, fuck, fuck!”
Jungkook orgasmed violently, screaming out and his muscles tensing. Seokjin’s hand, still buried inside the pussy, got drenched with a new powerful stream of slick. He raised it up to his mouth and licked around and between his fingers, tasting the sweet juices.
Yoongi sucked the nipple through the teen’s orgasm, feeling the liquid push at his tongue with great strength as Jungkook’s back arched and his muscles tensed. Namjoon kept his mouth open wide, allowing the gush of milk to shoot straight into it.
Soon the milk ducts emptied out and Jungkook was meowling at the two alphas, who were abusing his poor little tits, squeezing them around the nipples to make sure not a single drop was left.
“Yes, the udders are completely useless now, all dried up. But we got a decent amount of milk out of these tits. If he continues to develop at this rate, I’m sure the pup will have plenty of nutritious milk to grow healthily.” Yoongi licked his lips and turned his face to address Seokjin, who had his cheek resting on his son’s thigh, his eyes hooded and dreamy.
“Good, good. Thank you, doctor,” said Namjoon and squeezed Jungkook’s tit one more time.
“Yes, yes! Thank you, doctor,” Jungkook shuddered out, understanding the message.
Yoongi hummed, taking a moment to observe the pregnant omega’s body, all flushed and covered in body fluids. His pants have felt tight ever since he came into the room, he was a picture perfect omega, all knocked up and swollen. Now the constraint on his cock really started to be painful and he groped his growing bulge through the thick fabric of his jeans, feeling the heat radiating from it and hissing.
Namjoon eyed his friend and the two omegas, who all looked at him with pliant, soft sparks in their eyes. He smirked, feeling the rush of dominance hit his brain.
“Now, I think there’s more to milk in this room yet,” he said and palmed his own jeans covered cock, growling lowly.
Seokjin mewled quietly and slid from the stool down onto the floor, hands grasping at his mate’s pants and knees on the tiles. He came face to face with Namjoon’s crotch and he looked up at the alpha’s face, waiting.
“Come get your treat, darling.” Namjoon’s voice was soft, but stern.
Seokjin reached for the belt buckle fast, pushing and pulling until it came undone, and then
tugging the zipper down. He gasped when the thick girth of a cock and dark patch of hair became visible, no barrier of underwear holding back the musk of aroused alpha and his precome, which stained the inside of the jeans a bit.
“Oh, thank you, alpha!” Seokjin whispered out in awe and his heavy breathing was loud in the otherwise quiet room. He let the cock spring free and smiled as it smacked his lips.
Namjoon grabbed his husband’s hair and violently pulled his head closer, impaling him on the hard length and making him gag.
Yoongi and Jungkook were observing the pair with open mouths, gasping soundlessly and not daring to make any moves. Namjoon looked at both of them, face blank, his hips thrusting rhythmically into Seokjin’s throat.
“Now, you. Fuck my son and let his cunt milk your balls dry.” Before Yoongi could react, Namjoon reached out his free hand over Jungkook’s belly and tugged at Yoongi’s jaw, pulling him close enough so he could grunt directly into his ear. “I want your cum to mix with mine inside his hole and then, you will eat it all out. Understood?”
Yoongi tried to keep a straight face, but he felt tears prickle behind his eyelids and he had to flutter them close before the wetness spilled down his cheeks. His alpha nature fought with him to defend himself from the other alpha, to bark back and make him cowl. But the fight was what turned him on the most, that specific type of pain and humiliation of submitting to his equal.
Yoongi jerked his face free and stared into Namjoon’s fired up eyes for a moment, before turning his attention to Jungkook. His face made him know he heard what his father had said and oh. He wanted it so badly.
He stepped slowly between Jungkook’s legs, seeing his stretched out hole absolutely drowning in slick. The obscene squelch of it joined Seokjin’s choked gargles when he slowly pulled the speculum out, not even bothering to close it. Jungkook screamed out at the sensation.
“Quiet, now. Needy little doll, I’ll fill you up in a moment, so stop,” Yoongi slapped Jungkook’s pussy, driving another yelp from him, ”whining.”
Jungkook wiggled on the seat at the hot, burning feeling. Because his pussy was so needy and empty all the time, most of the plays with his parents involved stuffing a thick cock or fist inside, they rarely teased his folds and the new sensation sparked him on.
Yoongi leaned over the exposed, fluttering hole. It was glistening so prettily with wetness, all flushed a beautiful pink too. He stuffed two fingers into the slit and scooped up more of the shiny slick, dripping it all over the folds and the clit above them. He dragged his gloved thumb over the sensitive pearl, applying hard pressure of a massage.
Jungkook whined out and grabbed his swollen belly to ground himself.
Yoongi smiled under his nose and leaned further in, stretching his tongue out and poking the bud of the clit right on.
“Ah, doc-doctor!” Jungkook breathed out heavily.
Yoongi licked at the flushed clit, tasting the sweetness of the omega on his tongue. It was even milkier than the last time he got to put his mouth on the teen’s pussy, his flavour intensifying along with the progressing pregnancy. It spurred the alpha on, even if the pup inside this womb wasn’t his. A ripe, young omega was one of the sexiest things imaginable.
He latched his lips on the clit and sucked hard, every now and then playing with it with his tongue or scraping it with his teeth, imitating a light bite. He drove Jungkook closely to an orgasm, recognizing the tension in omega’s muscles, then drove his mouth away at the last moment.
“Fuck, ah, shit! Fuck, please, alpha!” Jungkook’s words were drowning between his moans.
Seokjin’s eyes turned upwards at the combination of sounds of his son and his own blowjob. He was dripping saliva and precome everywhere, the mix trickling down his chin onto the floor between his spread out knees. He had stuffed his whole hand inside his panties and teasingly played with his pussy, which was drowning with slick.
Namjoon kept one hand at the back of his mate’s head, keeping it close and pushing his cock down the tight throat. He had a smirk plastered on his face, enjoying the pleasure of the scene around him. And the skilled mouth around him, too.
“Enough of these games. Fuck his cunt.”
Yoongi groaned and stood up, pulling impatiently at his belt. He toed his shoes off and tugged jeans and boxers off, letting his neglected, thick red cock spring free at last. He hissed at the contact of air on his sensitive tip, where white beads of precome had been collecting for a long while now.
Jungkook looked at the cock intensely and licked his lips. So far he had only had his own father inside, he had been bred as a virgin and had been sitting on daddy’s alpha knot every day since. Fully erect, Yoongi’s cock was just a little less girthier than Namjoon’s, but of about similar length. It looked elegant, the flushed pale skin making it look even pretty, whereas his father’s cock was pure raw strength. There it was, Jungkook was really a whore enough to let another alpha fuck him and spill his seed across his cervix while he was already knocked up. Jungkook felt his hole tighten.
Jungkook finally looked away and up into his father’s eyes.
“Daddy…?” Jungkook hesitated.
“Shh, little one. Daddy wants you to share your pretty hole with doctor, okay? And after he’s cleaned your pussy out of his dirty cum,” Namjoon spoke with a leveled voice and briefly stroked Jungkook’s nipple, “daddy will knot you. Sounds good?”
Jungkook bit his lip and nodded, pointing his gaze back to the thick, leaking cock at his entrance.
Namjoon smirked. “Good boy.”
Yoongi braced his hands on the teen’s stretched out knees and let his tip fall onto the open pussy, smearing the slick around. He took a deep breath and thrust his hips, sliding his cock into the wet heat in one fluid motion.
“Aah, fuck!” Jungkook’s back arched a little as he yelled out, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Oh fuck, this is amazing. Gorgeous, pregnant, young pussy. I could fuck it and knot it and-” Yoongi was silenced with Namjoon’s slap on his cheek, making him see red and lose his breath for a moment.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, you’re only stuffing my omega with that excuse of an alpha cock, because I said so.”
Yoongi reveled in the stinging feeling travelling through his veins, his inner alpha fighting with him. Finally he collected himself enough to lock his fierce gaze with Namjoon’s icy one.
“Yes, alpha,” he exclaimed and thrust hard.
Jungkook opened his mouth and breathed heavily. The rhythmic thrusts were pushing him up and down the chair, making his tits stomach and tits jostle a bit. The thick cock inside him felt amazing, the slide of it squelchy and obscene from the slick coating his walls. After a particularly hard push he felt the tip of the alpha’s cock poke his cervix and he cried out.
“Told you, womb whore,” Yoongi growled. The young pussy felt really, really good, gripping his cock tightly and pulling it deeper in.
Namjoon felt his cock twitch in Seokjin’s mouth at the picture of his pregnant omega son being fucked by his friend. There was a spark of jealousy somewhere deep in his guts, but it was overwhelmed by the thrill of dominance that he felt. It was within his right to decide what happened to his omega’s cunt and if he wanted another alpha to seed him, then that’s what will happen.
“Yes, good. Like that. Fuck my son and his slut pussy. I am so generous to share my breeding bitch. What do you say?”
“Augh, thank you, alpha.” Yoongi gritted his teeth.
“And what do you say, baby?”
Jungkook took a second to realise the next question was for him and Namjoon impatiently twisted his nipple between his fingers.
“Ah! Thank you, thank you, alpha, for sharing your bitch!” he screamed out eventually, shudder running down his spine.
Namjoon hummed, pleased. He tugged Seokjin’s head by his hair, making his cock fall out of his mouth with a loud pop. Seokjin’s gaze was clouded and absent, the whole lower half of his face covered in body fluids.
“And you’re grateful too, right, darling? Our pups are healthy and you’re gonna get a load of my cum down my throat.”
“Mmm…” Seokjin blinked, trying to focus on his words. “Thank you, alpha…”
Namjoon impaled his mate’s throat on his cock again, satisfied.
Yoongi burned with the pleasure on his cock and with the tingly pain of submitting to another alpha’s will. He moved his hands from Jungkook’s knees to his curvy hips, keeping them in place so he could drive in harder.
Jungkook was thrashing his head from side to side, overwhelmed with the forceful thrusts in his pussy and the squelching sounds of it and his mother next to him. His eyes wandered around, unable to focus, until he felt a strong hand on his jaw that forced him to look into his father’s face.
“I want you to cum and milk doctor of all his seed. Can you do it for me, omega?”
Jungkook nodded frantically.
“Yes! Yes, I’m a good omega, I will milk doctor for daddy with my pussy, I’ll be good!”
Yoongi grunted and thrust with such force that the chair jingled with its moving elements. He had been pent up for so long and he could feel his balls tighten with a heavy load churning inside them, ready to splash the omega’s walls.
Namjoon turned to Yoongi, “Show me you’re not a worthless alpha and that I didn’t waste my son’s hole on you. You can only get my seed if you stuff him with your cum so come. Right. Now.”
Yoongi shuddered with his climax almost immediately, driving his hips impossibly hard into Jungkook’s, making the teen scream, not noticing his own deep growl.
“Holy fuck!” Yoongi cursed as his cock got squeezed with the hot, wet walls like a vice, spilling his seed across the opening to the omega’s womb.
“Ah, ah, alpha!” Jungkook’s eyes bulged out at the feeling of a hot stream of cum filling him up as his pussy walls clenched with an orgasm.
Namjoon’s eyes fluttered closed involuntarily and he choked Seokjin with his cock, coming down his throat, flooding his mouth with the thick, creamy load. Seokjin moaned as loud as it was possible with a full mouth and did his best at swallowing his favourite potent alpha cum.
Namjoon hauled Seokjin’s mouth off his cock, splashing the rest of his stream on his face.
Yoongi and Jungkook were breathing heavily, still trembling with the aftermath of their orgasms. Jungkook petted his belly absentmindedly as his chest heaved and Yoongi threw his head back, cock burrowed deep inside the teen, painting him white from the inside.
“Fuuuck, that’s right,” Namjoon grunted loudly in the quiet room. He turned to face Yoongi. “My cum is right there with yours. Work for it if you want to get it.”
Yoongi nodded and moved his hips, jostling his cock inside the omega, making him squeal. He pumped him for a while, stirring the seed filling the ripe pussy, content with the cockwarming as his member slowly started going soft.
Namjoon looked down at his kneeling mate’s face and cupped his cheek. Seokjin opened his eyes and looked back at him with a loopy smile. Such a cumslut, getting a load down his throat and on his face made him positively dizzy.
“You did great, darling, you look beautiful. Come, get these off.”
Namjoon pulled Seokjin up and tugged at his tight jeans and panties, now soaked with the omega’s slick. When Seokjin was bare he backed away onto a nearby chair, sitting down with his legs stretched out and hard cock on display through the open zipper and patted his meaty thigh. Seokjin sat on it, staining the jeans with the dripping wetness and drove a hard kiss into his mate’s mouth, pushing the taste of his own seed onto his tongue.
Meanwhile, Yoongi backed his cock out of Jungkook’s pussy as the omega mumbled nonsense under his breath. Immediately, a rush of pearly white cum came flooding out of the hole and Yoongi quickly kneeled down on the cold floor to catch it all with his tongue and lapped at it hungrily. He sucked at the hole, moaning and groaning, tasting the hot seed on his mouth, knowing that some of it was his and some of it was Namjoon’s.
“Mm, that’s what a real alpha tastes like.” Namjoon licked his lips after detaching himself from his mate’s kiss, the taste of his own seed bitter on his tongue.
Seokjin giggled and Yoongi moaned, his cheeks and neck burning with a humiliated blush. He drank all the seed that he could get out of the pussy, slurping loudly. He pushed three fingers inside the hole to make sure he scooped all of it out, making Jungkook jerk when he prodded against his plump cervix.
Yoongi had a last splash of cum on his tongue when he turned to face Namjoon, his tongue outstretched and displaying the white puddle proudly. When the alphas locked eyes, Yoongi swallowed it loudly and showed his tongue again, clean this time.
“Good job, Yoongi. Alpha is proud of you.”
Yoongi flushed even more at this.
Namjoon got up, pushing Seokjin gently to stand up as well, and then sat him back down on the chair, pulling his legs open. Seokjin looked at him curiously as Namjoon straightened up and turned to address Yoongi again.
“Now, be a dear and eat my husband’s cunt too. You can even help yourself to my cum on his face.” Namjoon looked back at his son, who started to wiggle again on the seat, impatient for his promised part of the deal. “I got a bitch to knot.”
Yoongi crawled across the floor to where Seokjin sat. The pair smiled at each other before Yoongi climbed up to Seokjin’s face and started licking the cooling seed off.
Namjoon slowly stepped up to Jungkook’s stretched out legs.
“You’ve been such a good omega, laying in these stirrups wide open so doctor could work, hm? So we can make sure your brother is growing healthily in there, huh?” Namjoon traced along the inside of his son’s thighs and up to the belly, where he palmed the sides of it.
Jungkook placed his hands on his father’s.
“Yes, daddy. I’m a good breeding bitch for you and for mommy.”
Namjoon hummed, pleased.
“You’ve been waiting for daddy’s knot all this time, haven’t you?
Jungkook licked his lips and bit the lower one.
“Please, alpha, I need you to knot me, breed me, please!”
“Of course, dear. I promised you I would.” Namjoon pushed his jeans down to his knees and held his hard cock in his hand. He played a little with sliding the tip across the slicked folds and the flushed clit.
“Daddy, inside, please, need your cock inside!” Jungkook mewled.
Namjoon chuckled and with a single thrust of his hips he pushed his girth into his son’s pussy, stretching the walls out. Jungkook’s eyes upturned, whites showing, and he gripped Namjoon’s fingers tight.
“Yes, fuck, fill me up so good! Alpha’s cock is so good!”
“That’s fucking right. Only your father’s cock fills you up perfectly like this, you were made - for - it.” Namjoon accentuated every word with a hard charge deeper into the teen’s hole, driving into his cervix and swollen womb.
“You heard what doc said? You’re a natural breeder. You were always supposed to be carrying your own father’s pups, your slut womb can’t get enough of it, huh?”
“Yes, yes! Wanna be filled with daddy’s knot, daddy’s pups, always!”
They never spoke about it without Namjoon’s cock inside Jungkook, but it was a thought that got planted in their minds a while back and wouldn’t quite let go. For Jungkook to continue to be knocked up and pupped up, with his belly swollen and tits full of milk, for longer than just these meager 9 months. Which were already halfway underway and neither of them was ready to give it up.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, womb full of pup, tits full of milk and pussy full of cock. You want my knot?”
“Yes, daddy, please, I need your knot!”
“Tell me how much you need it.” Namjoon stilled his hip and enjoyed the look of despair on Jungkook’s face as he fumbled with words.
“I need your thick alpha knot so fucking much, need it to flood my pussy and my womb, breed me all over again, please!” Jungkook sobbed, hands reaching out for his father.
Namjoon moved his hands from the belly onto the back of the chair around the omega’s neck and slammed their lips together at the same time as his knot popped inside the tight hole, stretching the walls wide. Jungkook screamed into the kiss and came violently with the first splash of cum inside him, squirting onto Namjoon’s abdomen.
They sucked on each other’s lips as the alpha cock emptied itself inside the pussy walls, coating them with a thick layer of white seed. They finally separated, mouths sore and flushed, when Jungkook’s pussy was full and bloated, the knot keeping the load from spilling.
“That’s fucking hot.”
They turned to see Yoongi kneeling on the floor with his head resting on Seokjin’s bare thigh. Both of them had their chests rising up and down and Seokjin slid his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, face glowing with post-climax light.
Jungkook giggled.
“Thank you, doctor.”