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Everyone tells Yoongi he’s patient. He’s patient with the baby alpha maknaes, patient with his alpha hyung, and patient with Hoseok and Namjoon, his fellow omegas. He puts up with a lot and has always been content just letting things ebb and flow while moving along with the current, never against it.
It’s when his heat hits that Yoongi’s patience wears so thin it’s practically non-existent. Which is why he’s currently in the bathroom, grinding messily against Jungkook’s thigh. He pants desperately, chasing his second release in the span of five minutes. Five minutes since he’d practically dragged Jungkook from their table as his scent grew in strength, gaining the attention of a couple of alphas at the table across from them.
“God you’re soaking, hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, his fingers sliding down the back of Yoongi’s slacks and prodding at his sopping hole. He clenches down on nothing and whines. “Didn’t realize your heat would be hitting so soon. Thought we’d have some time.” Jungkook slips two fingers inside Yoongi, making him keen loudly.
He pushes down hard against Jungkook’s fingers, gasping when they hit his prostate. His hips grind, rocking desperately as he braces himself on Jungkook’s broad shoulders. “Not my fault your scent drives me fucking nuts,” Yoongi mutters, voice high-pitched and whiny.
Jungkook giggles and curls his fingers. Yoongi bucks into his second orgasm, honey-scented slick oozing past Jungkook’s fingers. “Yeah, baby. Listen to how wet you are,” Jungkook breathes, twisting his fingers again. Wet squelches fill the room and Yoongi’s cheeks go red. Jungkook coos. “Don’t be embarrassed. Makes it easier for you to take my knot if you’re dripping.”
“ Please ,” Yoongi begs, insatiable in his need and unafraid of hiding it.
A smirk lifts the corner of Jungkook’s lips and he pulls his hand free, gripping the outside of Yoongi’s slacks and ripping them apart at the seam—just enough for access to his hole. Yoongi shivers when the air hits bare skin. Jungkook leans in, nosing at Yoongi’s scent gland as he frees his cock.
“Let me knot you, baby. I’ll fill you up with pups,” Jungkook says, his voice turning guttural as Yoongi sinks onto his cock.
Yoongi lets out a shaky breath as he seats himself fully on Jungkook’s cock. “Do it. God I always forget how big you are,” Yoongi groans, tilting his head back as Jungkook takes hold of Yoongi’s hips.
Jungkook chuckles. “Yeah? If you want more of it, you’re gonna have to be quiet,” he says. “You want me to make you quiet?”
“Mm,” Yoongi rolls his hips and groans. “Yeah. You might have to.”
The bathroom door opens suddenly. Yoongi and Jungkook freeze. Footsteps lead into the stall directly next to theirs, but they don’t falter. Beta. Yoongi holds his breath as he turns his attention back to Jungkook.
He freezes again when he sees Jungkook’s expression. It’s feral. Jungkook grabs the back of Yoongi’s shirt and pulls it over his head, twisting it and sticking it in Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi bites down on the fabric without a second thought. And Jungkook takes hold of his hips again, guiding them into a slow, sensual grind. Yoongi has to breathe through his nose to keep from moaning.
But then Jungkook’s cock brushes against his prostate. Yoongi screams against the fabric and he hears the guy in the next stall say something but he doesn’t care what it is. His heartbeat is thudding in his ears and some part of him shakes loose—becomes feral.
“ Omf… goood ,” Yoongi cries out, his voice strangled from the pleasure and the fabric in his mouth. Jungkook doesn’t bother to shush him, just grips his hips tight and lifts him, fucking him at a brutal pace. Yoongi chokes and moans, thinking of the guy in the stall to the left. Thinking of him stroking his cock to the sound of Jungkook fucking him.
Jungkook wraps a hand around Yoongi’s weeping cock, fisting the wet head. He doesn’t say anything and Yoongi can tell through the haze in his brain that Jungkook is nervous knowing someone else is there—someone that isn’t one of his hyungs.
Yoongi wraps his arms around Jungkook and manages to free his mouth enough to whisper in Jungkook’s ear, “I’ll finish fast, don’t worry.”
His expression shows how grateful he is before scrunching up into a look of determination. He strokes Yoongi’s cock in tandem with his deep, rough thrusts. To keep from crying out, Yoongi presses his mouth to Jungkook’s gland, sucking a mark into it and making his whiskey scent that much stronger. It’s enough to lull him, making him tip over with a muffled cry. His body shudders and clenches around Jungkook.
“ Hyung ,” Jungkook breathes as his body stiffens, cock twitching as it begins to flare at the base. Yoongi can feel the first load spill inside him. His knot forms rapidly and as Yoongi comes down from his climax, it turns into a waiting game.
The bathroom door shuts. Yoongi laughs against Jungkook’s neck. “Looks like he got bored,” he mutters.
“Or maybe he came with us,” Jungkook says with a nervous laugh of his own. “I wish we would’ve waited but at the same time… god you’re so beautiful. We got so lucky,” Jungkook whispers.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Home definitely would’ve been nice. You do realize I’ll have to leave with my entire hole out, right? You’re gonna have to beat the other alphas off with a stick,” he says with a grin that makes Jungkook’s eyes go all doe-like.
They go quiet again, the silence only breaking when Jungkook groans through two more loads. When his knot finally begins to deflate, Yoongi stirs. He’d been dozing off and on but feels the difference when his entrance begins to ache, stretched to its limit.
Jungkook nuzzles Yoongi’s neck, scenting him through the discomfort until he slips out of him. Cleaning up is a process in the cramped stall but soon they’re moderately ready to leave—though they couldn’t hide the evidence they’d fucked.
As they leave the bathroom and make their way through the restaurant, Jungkook walks behind Yoongi. Close enough that Yoongi feels his warm breath on the back of his neck with every step. When they get in the car it takes only a glance between them to make them fall into fits of giggles.
Yoongi’s heat was far from over, but the beast inside him had been satiated for now. At least they had enough time to get home.
Maybe.