NSFW but: Jungkook has been crushing on his alpha neighbor Namjoon, but he's a little nervous because he's also an alpha, and he's not sure how Namjoon feels about that. But everything changes when he stumbles across Namjoon with another alpha, Jimin.

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For the third night this week, Jungkook lies sweaty and breathless in his bed, trying to get off so he can fall asleep. And for the third night this week, all he can think of is the alpha next door with the cute smile and huge thighs who helped Jungkook move in two months ago.

His neighbor's name is Namjoon, and Namjoon had stopped what he was doing the instant he saw Jungkook moving in, just to help him carry all his boxes up from the street to his tiny, empty apartment. Jungkook watched his thighs flex as he climbed the stairs, and fell in love.

It wasn't just that, really. It was also the way Namjoon made a point to include Jungkook in social events with their other neighbors. It was how he made sure Jungkook wasn't lonely in a new city and a new apartment, and introduced him to the rest of their current friend group.

It was how he was so thoughtful and well-spoken when they stayed up late drinking on Namjoon's balcony, talking about work and life and dreams and all sorts of things, and how Jungkook felt like he could see the night sky reflected in Namjoon's eyes that night.

It was all of that, and also that Namjoon was hot. He was so hot. And Jungkook was just a young alpha with hormones and stuff. Who could blame him, right? His neighbor was hot and Jungkook jacked off thinking about him almost every night. That's life.

Jungkook finishes tonight thinking about how Namjoon would sound stuffed with Jungkook's knot, with his pretty thighs wrapped around Jungkook's waist. (A change from the previous night, where he imagined how Namjoon would sound with his legs over Jungkook's shoulders.)

The orgasm is great, as usual. But the aftermath is less fun. After the clean-up, he's exhausted, drifting easily off to sleep.

But that also means that tonight, like last night, he falls asleep wondering if he should make a move. If Namjoon could ever think of him the same way.

He's an alpha, like Namjoon, and some people really aren't into that. They've only known each other a few months now, only just long enough for Jungkook to stop feeling like a deer in headlights whenever Namjoon looks at him.

Definitely not long enough to ask Namjoon how he feels about alphas. Or how he feels about Jungkook. Or anything else Jungkook tortures himself thinking of as he falls asleep at night after getting off imagining how nice fucking Namjoon could feel.

That's fine though. It's fine. Jungkook has always been shy. He's used to sitting on his feelings and waiting to say something. Or, nothing. So it's fine. He has a crush on Namjoon, but he's happy just being friends and keeing his fantasies to himself.

He falls asleep telling himself that, believing it, perfectly content with the life he has now: his new group of friends, his job in the city, his tiny but cute apartment, and the never-ending fantasies that his hot alpha neighbor inspires in him. Life is good.

-

The next morning, he doesn't work, so he sleeps in a little later than usual. But when he wakes up, Jungkook get started on his usual morning routine. He drinks some water, digs through his closet for his workout clothes, and heads downstairs to go for a run.

One nice perk about his apartment is that there's a public park nearby. It's not very big, but there's a walking trail that loops through it, and Jungkook likes to run there every morning.

Today, he heads down to his usual starting point and starts going through his stretches. Loosening up his muscles and giving his body time to get rehydrated before he starts his run.

But something is different this morning.

While he's standing off to the side, doing his stretches out of view of the entrance to the park, he sees Namjoon enter.

That's not unusual. Namjoon loves this park. He and Jungkook have been on many walks through this same park.

Today, Namjoon is with Jimin which also isn't unusual. Jimin is one of the friends Namjoon introduced Jungkook to when he first arrived. They hang out together all the time, and Jungkook has run into Jimin leaving Namjoon's apartment plenty of times since he's moved in.

What's unusual is the way the two of them wander into the park, look around conspicuously -- although they don't seem to spot Jungkook where he's sitting on the ground still stretching -- and then start down the walking trail, but turn off onto a small, unused trail instead.

Jungkook watches them until they disappear into the trees, brow furrowed and still bent over in his stretching position. What are they doing? Why don't they take the usual trail for their walk?

Jungkook wonders if he should follow, but maybe he should just continue with his run.

[Poll time! Certain events will still happen regardless, but your choice here determines HOW they happen. Choose wisely.]

Should Jungkook:

Jungkook hesitates by the entrance of the park, chewing his lip and staring after his friends. He wants to follow them, but he knows he shouldn't. It's weird, right? They're his friends, they've hung out almost daily since he moved in, but isn't following them still... weird?

He tells himself he's not going to. He's just going to go on his run like usual, and then maybe bring it up to Namjoon later, "Oh I saw you and Jimin hyung in the park the other day."

That's what he tells himself. But then he still finds himself pausing by the side trail.

He stands there, debating, and then he finds himself jogging down the side trail, after Namjoon and Jimin.

It's not that weird, he thinks. It's a public park. This isn't the main trail, but it's one Jungkook's run on before, and those are his friends. What's the worry?

He goes far enough on his jog down the trail that he starts to wonder if he saw wrong, if Namjoon and Jimin were even here at all. But then, just when he starts to think he imagined it all, he hears it.

Jungkook slows his pace until he stops, listening carefully.

It's talking, he thinks. Muffled voices. That sounds like Namjoon. He glances around and is about to call out, but then he hears another sound. It's a little like skin against skin, and Jungkook is concerned for a moment before he hears a sharp giggle cut through the trees.

That's definitely Jimin's voice, Jungkook would recognize his laugh anywhere. He glances around to either side, and takes a few more steps down the trail looking for the source, but he can't see Jimin through the trees.

Then, one more step and another small path opens in front of him, a gap in the trees that reveals a clearing just a few meters away, and a small, aged bench.

But the thing that has Jungkook holding his breath is what's on the bench -- Namjoon, shirt off and discarded beside him.

He's staring up at Jimin, hands up Jimin's shirt, legs spread so Jimin can crowd into his space.

Jimin's looking down at him with something like hunger, running his fingers through Namjoon's hair, pushing his bangs back from his face.

Something about the sight makes Jungkook flush hot and his stomach twist. He doesn't quite understand it from where he's looking -- Jimin is always hands on, and Namjoon always goes along with him when they're in a group. But this?

Sitting alone in a hidden clearing in a park? Namjoon with his shirt off for some reason? Jimin crowding into Namjoon's space until his hips are almost against Namjoon's chest? The two of them looking at each other like that? This is... Jungkook doesn't know what to think.

He doesn't move, just keeps watching from where he stands frozen on the small trail. He sees Namjoon's lips move, though he can't hear the words. He hears Jimin's laugh though, light and clear through the clearing.

Then the energy shifts.

It's abrupt, so sudden Jungkook's breath catches watching it. Jimin caresses his hands through Namjoon's hair, until one rests on the back of his neck, the other on his shoulder. Namjoon doesn't break eye contact when leans back, just a bit, and lowers his hands to Jimin's belt.

It isn't until Namjoon has Jimin's belt undone and he starts working on the button of Jimin's pants that Jungkook realizes that maybe he shouldn't be watching this.

It feels too late now. Like something's been set in motion and Jungkook is helpless to stop it. Everything happens so fast. One moment Jungkook is confused, trying to figure out what his friends are doing in the park. The next, he's watching one friend tug the other's pants down.

Jungkook watches Namjoon's hand dip into Jimin's pants, under the tight waistband of his underwear, and he sees Jimin react, the way his gaze sharpens, serious, and the way he sucks his lower lip between his teeth.

Jungkook's knees feel weak.

This feels so sudden too, the realization that they've done this before. They're comfortable with each other, with this, with Namjoon touching Jimin through his pants, with joking around and doing it in public. In a park. In /this/ park.

It hits Jungkook hard. He's seen them leaving for "walks" in this park before. He's seen Jimin leaving Namjoon's apartment at odd hours. He's seen them coming back late at night. How long has this been happening? How many times? How many times /in this park?/

And then there's the belated realization, the one that comes just as Namjoon does something out of sight to make Jimin groan. They're both alphas. And they've been hooking up for a while. Why didn't Jungkook know?

(Really, he does know. It's the same reason he didn't tell them about his own preferences. But he's a bit caught up in having too many realizations at once to think about that right now.)

And there's the guilt, the shame? The dirty, deep feeling curdling his stomach as he keeps watching. He's seeing something private, a part of their lives they didn't tell him about. But, the other side of him cuts in, the part that's hot with desire, they're doing this in public.

They're doing this somewhere anyone could walk by and see or hear them -- this is a public park, in the middle of the day, only a short distance from a walking trail. And they've done this before, he's sure. If it weren't Jungkook to catch them, it would be someone else.

That's what he tells himself when he still doesn't leave. When he stands, legs still frozen in place, stomach heating as he watches Namjoon lean in to kiss down Jimin's stomach.

Namjoon kisses lower, twisting his wrist where his hand is still in Jimin's pants adjusting his grip to give himself more room as he keeps going down, and down, and down, and Jungkook's hit with arousal so strong he thinks his knees might buckle.

Jungkook can't see what's happening, but the implication is enough. It's Namjoon parting his lips and lowering his jaw. It's Jimin gripping Namjoon's shoulder tight with one hand, head tossed back and neck stretched so Jungkook can /see/ it when he drops his jaw and moans.

He sees Namjoon's free hand drifting up Jimin's stomach, tracing up his abs to join Jimin's hand where it's clenched in his shirt. Namjoon's large hand wraps around Jimin's, squeezing tight as he moves his head even lower, and Jungkook can see Jimin's shudder too.

Jungkook feels it in his own abdomen, deep in his gut, this twisting arousal when he watches Namjoon move lower until his face is pressed against Jimin's pelvis. Jimin's hand flies up from Namjoon's shoulder to tangle in his hair, holding him in place as Jimin's hips rock forward

Jungkook's hand goes to his own stomach, fisting in his shirt just above where Jimin is holding his, and pulling it tight. He's hard and aching in his thin exercise clothes, and he knows if anyone else decides to take this trail, he'll be just as compromised as his friends.

But he can't move, can't leave, can't even make himself look away. Despite the guilt, despite the fear of getting caught, he's helpless to stop. He's watching his crush blow his other friend in a public park and it's the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.

But even while he's standing here, even as he's watching what's unfolding right in front of him, he lets himself slip back into his own fantasies. Jungkook grips his shirt tighter and imagines it, what it would be like to be part of the scene in that small clearing.

[Poll time! What's Jungkook imagining? Does he want to be Jimin, getting blown by Namjoon? Or does he want to be Namjoon, making Jimin feel that good?

Again, certain things still happen. But this influences HOW they happen. Choose wisely.]

He wants to be Jimin.

Jungkook tugs his shirt up higher, imitating the way Jimin's holding his own clothes. He can feel the pounding of his heart under his fist, the air against his stomach. His other hand falls to his crotch, gripping himself through his shorts and squeezing.

Namjoon pulls back and it takes all the self restraint Jungkook has left not to touch himself any more, to just stand there and feel his cock pulse under his palm and watch the way Namjoon looks when he sinks down on Jimin's cock again.

The temperature today was mild, perfect for exercise outside, but right now Jungkook feels like his whole body is overheating. He can't really see, can't really hear what's happening in that small clearing so far away, but it's just enough to set him off.

He can see Namjoon's arm wrap around Jimin's lower back to pull him even closer. He can see Namjoon moving his head steadily, his hand braced at the base of Jimin's cock, blocking the view just enough that Jungkook is never sure if that was a glimpse of Jimin's cock or not.

He can see Jimin biting his lower lip again, trying to keep in the sounds. And it might be his imagination, but he can hear it, just barely, the loud, messy, slurping sounds of Namjoon working Jimin over.

It hits Jungkook again -- they've done this before. Namjoon has done this before. Jungkook can't tell by the view but he can tell by Jimin's reactions, Namjoon knows what to do. His movements are natural. He's not trying to put on a show or impress. He's trying to get Jimin off.

Jungkook wonders how often they've done this. When they started coming to the park for this. How long this has been happening. If it started in Namjoon's apartment, in the bedroom that shares a wall with Jungkook's. If he listened at night, would he hear them?

He wonders if that's weird -- weirder than catching them in a public park and sticking around to watch. Is it weirder if he can hear them through his own bedroom wall.

He's so caught up in imagining how they sound, Jungkook is completely caught off guard when he /smells/ them.

Whether it's the wind shifting, or just their own arousal building until it's strong enough to reach him, Jungkook doesn't know. But it almost knocks him over.

He knew Namjoon's scent did something to him -- he had enough guilty jerk-off sessions after running into him on his way back from the gym to attest to that. But Namjoon turned on, the scent of him mixing with Jimin, the arousal in the air and the bite that's just alpha scent --

There's something so overwhelming about that. The pheromones and arousal that comes from just two alphas together, the thing Jungkook loves the most from his own hookups, the thing that's always missing from porn, the scent that makes him want to drop to his knees.

Jungkook breathes in deep and lets his eyes slip closed. He doesn't want to miss the scene in front of him, but he needs to savor this. He squeezes his cock again through his shorts, risks a slow, aching stroke, and lifts his other hand to bite down hard on his knuckle.

Maybe it's the smell. Maybe it distracts him too much to notice the sounds anymore, or how they change. Maybe it's his own smell that did it. Or maybe he made a sound without realizing, too wrapped up in his own world, not realizing that if he can see them, they can see him.

He doesn't notice until Jimin's sharp laughter cuts through the quiet, and his voice, much louder than it was before, has Jungkook's eyes opening wide and terrified.

"Oh, hyung, looks like someone finally found us."

At a glance, nothing in the scene has changed. Namjoon is still sucking Jimin off, hands still on his hips to hold him close, and Jimin is still grasping Namjoon's hair to keep him in place. But then Jungkook realizes -- Jimin is staring directly at him.

Jungkook's first impulse is to run -- if it were anyone else he'd stumbled across in this position, he would definitely have run. (But then, would he have stopped to watch it it was anyone else?)

But he knows Jimin and Namjoon. They know him. They know /where he lives/. He has nowhere to run.

So instead he stands there stupidly. Half-hidden behind a tree but not hidden enough, staring at them with his eyes wide, finger still stuck between his teeth, hand still on his dick. Caught red-handed, so to speak.

Jungkook isn't actually sure how much time passes like that, seconds, minutes, eons? But just like before, he feels frozen in place, unable to move or react, until Namjoon breaks the moment for him.

He pulls off Jimin's dick with a final noisy slurp and says, "Hey, Jungkook."

That's just weird enough to jolt Jungkook out of his frozen terror response.

He drops his hands, wiping them on his shorts as he stumbles backwards like that'll wipe away everything they've seen.

Jungkook's reaction seems to affect Namjoon as well, who sits up straight and seems to fidget a little awkwardly, and tucks Jimin back into his pants. (Jungkook pointedly does not watch that.)

Jimin though seems entirely unbothered. Almost like he was waiting for this. He buttons his pants and then turns fully to face Jungkook, running one hand through his hair to push it back from his face and grinning like he didn't just get caught hooking up in public by his friend.

"Have you --" Namjoon starts to ask, and Jungkook wants to die when he has to pause to clear his throat before he finishes. "Have you caught us before?"

Jungkook chokes. He knew it, but now Namjoon has confirmed this definitely isn't the first time they've done this.

Jimin laughs before Jungkook can answer. "Definitely not," he says, waving a hand at Jungkook, still standing awkwardly with wide eyes and his hands at his sides. "Just look at him."

Jimin smiles at Jungkook, hand on his hip and stance arrogant, and then turns back to Namjoon. He runs a hand through Namjoon's hair, smoothing down the mess he'd made earlier. "Too bad he didn't go on his run a little later though, hm?" Jimin asks.

Namjoon smirks back up at him knowingly, looking more comfortable now that Jimin's taken the lead. Then Jimin glances back at Jungkook, and Jungkook is absolutely not prepared to hear Jimin say, "He could have found us doing something more exciting."

Namjoon barks a nervous laugh, turning away to cover his mouth with his hand, but he doesn't argue. Jimin just keeps staring at Jungkook, like he's gauging a reaction, weighing his next decision.

Jungkook realizes he hasn't spoken since Jimin caught him, and he opens his mouth to apologize -- even if the two of them aren't upset, he should still apologize, right? Maybe they won't kick him out of the friend group, or tell all their friends about it. But Jimin cuts him off.

"Do you wanna see something more exciting, Jungkook?" Jimin glances down at Namjoon, hand still on the back of his neck, but Namjoon just shrugs, smiling. They're on the same page, and Jungkook feels like he should be nervous.

Jungkook tears his eyes away from the heavy weight if Jimin's gaze to glance at Namjoon, to watch his reaction more carefully. He seems tense, a little worked up, but his smile looks genuine, and when he glances up to see Jungkook staring, he raises one brow in challenge.

It's a question, echoing Jimin's. /Are you gonna stick around? Or cut and run?/ Namjoon is daring him to stay, just like Jimin.

Jungkook's never been one to back down from a challenge.

Jungkook isn't sure if it's his competitive streak, or the alpha pheromones getting to his head, making him more confrontational. Or the arousal, impossible to refuse when being offered one of the hottest fantasies he can think of. But he's down for whatever game they're playing.

"Yeah," he says, hoping his voice sounds steady enough. He takes careful, measured steps off the small trail, through the gap in the trees until he's standing in the small clearing. He crossed his arms, leaning back in his best display of confidence. "Show me what you've got."

Jimin laughs again, glancing down at Namjoon with his brows raised, like they're sharing a joke Jungkook isn't privy to. But he turns to meet Jungkook's posturing a moment later, tilting his head to look down his nose at Jungkook when he says, "Where to start?"

He pretends to think, lifting one hand to tap a finger against his full lips, making Jungkook wait for his decision. But when he finally speaks again, it's not what Jungkook expects.

"Why don't you pick?"

The possibilities run through Jungkook's thoughts so quickly, it feels like his mind goes blank. The fantasy from minutes ago comes first, taking Jimin's place with Namjoon sitting in front of him on this very bench.

Then the fantasies from his bedroom, of getting on his knees for Namjoon, slipping his hands up Namjoon's thighs to show him how good Jungkook can be for him.

And then the feeling he has now, something he hasn't fantasized about, but something he really wants, standing here in front of Jimin like this -- letting Jimin tell him exactly what Namjoon likes, just the way he took control to bring Jungkook into their scene.

[Poll time! What does Jungkook want most? As always, choose wisely! ]

Jungkook licks his lips, looking at Jimin through his eyelashes like he's looking up, even though Jimin is a couple centimeters shorter. It's natural, the way he answers. He doesn't even have to think about it, really.

"I want..." He bites his lip, chewing on it for a second even though he knows what he wants to say. "I want to make hyung feel good." He glances at Namjoon, cheeks heating up even more, but it's worse to see Namjoon looking at him like that -- wide-eyed with his jaw hanging open.

Jungkook looks back at Jimin, bc his firm gaze and arrogant smile are easier to look at than Namjoon. "But I don't know what he likes."

Jimin's brow quirks, and he bites his lip to keep from smiling wider, but he doesn't say anything.

So Jungkook says it. "Tell me what to do?"

Jimin gives in and lets his smile spread across his face. Beside him, Namjoon makes a choking sound, but Jungkook still doesn't look at him. He's too embarassed.

It's one thing to drunkenly compliment your hot neighbor's thighs (even if he's done that like, approximately 40 times and that should be embarrassing by now too). It's another thing to ask your mutual friend to help you get your hot neighbor off in a public park.

"Aw. Baby alpha has a crush and doesn't know what to do, hm?" Jimin teases, and Jungkook can't help but feel offended. There's a rush of heat that's not quite arousal, more like indignation -- he's not a baby alpha, and he's not here to be mocked for his crush.

But when Jimin reaches out and beckons him closer, Jungkook still goes without complaint. It's true, he's not here to be mocked, he thinks again. He's here to get Namjoon off. And he's not about to let this opportunity slip away from him.

"Come here," Jimin says, stepping back as Jungkook steps forward. He directs Jungkook to stand in front of Namjoon, who's looking between both of them and fidgeting on the bench. Jungkook glances down, and then immediately regrets it.

There's Namjoon's dick, hard and straining against the fabric of his thin pants. Namjoon's hands rest awkwardly on his thighs, rubbing up and down and grasping the fabric like he's trying so hard not to grab his dick instead.

Jungkook is vaguely aware of his mouth falling open, imagining the size of Namjoon's knot, and imagining what it might feel like to get knotted.

"You both look so eager," Jimin remarks, drawing Jungkook's attention back to him.

He glances up, embarrassed to be caught staring at Namjoon's dick, but neither of them seem bothered. Instead, Jimin just reaches out a hand to Jungkook's shoulder, and guides him closer to Namjoon. "Sit in his lap," Jimin says, and leaves no room to disobey.

Namjoon moves his hands immediately, pulling his knees together to give Jungkook room. Jungkook stares down at him, and only has to think for a second before he lifts one leg over Namjoon's to straddle him, and settles himself into Namjoon's lap.

Namjoon's hands find Jungkook's hips immediately, gripping tight like he wants to pull Jungkook closer, but he's holding back.

Jungkook hesitates, unsure to do with his own hands, but finally reaches up to rest them on Namjoon's shoulders -- his bare shoulders.

Jungkook's eyes widen, realizing suddenly that this is really happening. He's in Namjoon's lap while Namjoon is hard and shirtless and a little sweaty already in a public park and Jimin is --

"Move a little higher," Jimin's voice cuts in.

"Further up his lap. Get closer."

Jimin uses that same commanding tone, and still has his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, a steady pressure urging him to obey. But further up Namjoon's lap is --

"It's okay," Jimin teases. "He likes a good dry grind. Don't you, Joonie?"

"It's good," Namjoon agrees, tugging on Jungkook's hips, just a little, just to urge him up. Jungkook finds himself following, scooting higher on Namjoon's thighs, until their chests are almost touching, and if he looks down between them he'll see --

"Look at that," Jimin sighs.

Jimin's hand falls from Jungkook's shoulder, trailing down his spine to press at his lower back. "You look so nice together," he tells them. Namjoon smiles crookedly at the praise, but he's staring up at Jungkook.

Like this, they're only a breath away. Jungkook could lean in and --

Namjoon's hips roll up, pressing against Jungkook's weight in his lap, and Jungkook slips a little higher up his thighs. Just a bit more, and he'll be grinding down on Namjoon's cock.

"Take what you want," Jimin urges, pressing against Jungkook's lower back, and Jungkook thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea.

He rocks forward, and there it is, the hint of Namjoon's hard cock against his own, just enough to have Namjoon's jaw falling open and a pretty sound leaking out.

That's what Jungkook really wants, he thinks, leaning in closer, eyes fixed on Namjoon's lips. He wants that, more than feeling Namjoon beneath him turned on by him. He wants to know if Namjoon's lips are as soft to kiss as he's imagined.

He leans in another breath closer, waiting for Namjoon to turn him down, but then Namjoon tilts his head up and meets him halfway instead.

Everything is a blur after that.

Jungkook is vaguely aware of his body moving, surging closer until his chest is flush against Namjoon's. His arms slip around Namjoon's shoulders, holding him tight and close, and Jungkooks hips grind down of their own accord, hard enough that he groans into Namjoon's open mouth.

Namjoon's fingers dig into the flesh around his hips, hard enough to hurt, but it just urges Jungkook on. It's like a switch has flipped. Where he was hesitant and nervous before, now there's only hunger and need.

He clutches tight to Namjoon's shoulders, fingers digging in as hard as Namjoon's own grip on his hips. It washes over him in a wave, suddenly overwhelming. He's kissing Namjoon. He's in Namjoon's lap, grinding their cocks together, kissing him.

Jungkook rolls his hips down hard, chasing his own aching need, all the desires he had to get Namjoon off forgotten in his own rush of heat. He opens his mouth wider, tilts his head to lick into Namjoon's mouth, so eager to taste and devour, he can't think of anything else.

It's intoxicating -- the feel of Namjoon against Jungkook's body, the taste of him, the smell around them so pungent and /alpha/ between their own mixing pheromones and Jimin's just beside them. Oh, he realizes, he'd forgotten Jimin --

Fingers tighten in Jungkook's hair and tug, not enough to really hurt, but enough to pull him back from the kiss. Enough to cue Namjoon to stop and pull away too. Jungkook whines, he can't help it. Out of breath and desperate to kiss Namjoon again, more, forever.

"Whoa," Jimin's voice in Jungkook's ear is taunting. "Getting a little ahead of ourselves?"

Namjoon smirks beneath him, and now all Jungkook can see is the way his lips are a little redder, a little wetter.

"You like the way Namjoon tastes after he's sucked my dick that much, huh?"

Jungkook groans, hips kicking forward when that sends another wave of arousal through him. He'd forgotten that too, that he's only here because he found Namjoon sucking Jimin off in public.

"What do you think, Joonie?" Jimin asks, voice so sweet. "Was he doing a good job? Or do you want something more?"

Jungkook stares at Namjoon, mouth still hanging open and eyes struggling to focus on anything but his lips. He wants Namjoon to say yes, to give Jungkook permission to keep grinding against him until they both come in their pants.

But he also want Namjoon to ask for more. He wants Jimin to tell him how to make Namjoon feel even better. He wants to know what Jimin does to Namjoon after grinding in his lap like that, working him up until he's about to burst.

"I want what you want, Jimin," Namjoon gasps out, kicking his swollen lips, staring up into Jimin's eyes.

Jungkook can't see Jimin, but he can /feel/ the way he smiles, the shift in energy when Jimin moves beside him.

"You're always so eager to please, aren't you? So indulgent."

Namjoon just smiles up at him, and Jungkook aches. He wants that attention back on him. He wants to be the one making Namjoon smile and indulge him.

So, even with Jimin's grip still tight in his hair, Jungkook rocks his hips forward, rolling his lower body just right to grind low and up, dragging his body along the length of Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon's reaction is instant -- eyes slipping closed, mouth falling open, head tilting back, and hands coming back to Jungkook's hips to hold him there, pressed firm together, long moan drawn from his throat.

Jimin's reaction is slower. He loosens his grip in Jungkook's hair, rests his palm against the back of Jungkook's neck. Then he leans in, close enough that Jungkook feels the hot breath against his neck when Jimin asks, "I thought you wanted me to call the shots, hm?"

"How about we let Jungkook decide then," Jimin says, voice louder and firmer, standing up straight again so he can look down at both of them. "What do you think, Jungkook. Does he deserve to come like this? Or do you want me to tell you something else he likes?"

[Poll time! Again, certain things will happen no matter what. This poll just determines how they happen. So pick one: the option you know or the one you don't.]

The command in Jimin's voice mixes with the thick smell of alpha in the air, slowing Jungkook's thoughts to a crawl. The urge to give in, to do whatever Jimin is telling him is so strong, it takes Jungkook a moment to realize that Jimin is leaving it up to him again.

What does Jungkook want right now? Does he want to get Namjoon off like this, grinding in his lap until he knots in his pants? Or does he want to make the most of this situation, and prolong whatever this is?

Turns out Jungkook doesn't really need to think about it.

"What else?" he asks? His voice sounds scratchy and far away. He licks his lips and tries again. "What else does he like?"

Namjoon groans beneath him, probably mourning the orgasm he won't be getting anytime soon, but Jimin smiles and pets Jungkook's hair.

"Good choice," Jimin praises, then steps away, his hand and warmth and smell going with him. Jungkook finds himself leaning after him, chasing it.

"Get up," Jimin commands again in that voice that's going to haunt Jungkook's nights the same way Namjoon's thighs do.

Jungkook can tell from the way Namjoon clings to his hips that he doesn't like this option, but Jungkook obeys. He stands up, wobbly knees making him stumble, and then looks to Jimin for more guidance.

"Get on your knees."

Jungkook doesn't have to think about this either. He drops to his knees in front of Namjoon, licking his lips and mouth already watering.

When he looks up, Namjoon is staring down at him with wide eyes, already spreading his legs to make room. Maybe he changed his mind about this option.

"Wanna see how Namjoon tastes? Bet you've imagined this enough, haven't you?"

Jungkook is still staring into Namjoon's eyes when he answers, "Yes."

The way Namjoon breathes out, slow and trembling, sends a thrill down Jungkook's spine.

"Thought about taking his knot in your mouth? His come down your throat?" Jimin continues, and Jungkook can only nod, watching Namjoon's reaction. Namjoon bites his lip, chewing it between his teeth, and Jungkook reaches for the waistband of Namjoon's sweats.

Jungkook tugs the waistband out far enough to reach his hand in, and then he hesitates.

"Go ahead," Jimin says, reaching forward to brush his hand through Jungkook's hair. "Take what you want."

Jungkook does.

He reaches into Namjoon's sweats and his fingertips brush against hot skin because Namjoon isn't wearing underwear, and then Jungkook is tugging Namjoon free of his pants and he's holding Namjoon's cock in his hand.

He's hard and the skin is heated, and there's just the hint of a knot at the base from how long he's been worked up -- first with Jimin, and now with Jungkook.

Jungkook strokes his hand down, squeezing tight around the knot, and Namjoon moans.

Head tossed back, neck stretched out and jaw hung open, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Jungkook's barely touched him, and Namjoon reacts like this. Jungkook's stomach lurches with how much it turns him on. And so does Jimin's high, pretty laugh in Jungkook's ear.

"He likes when you tease," Jimin says, putting a pressure on the back of Jungkook's head, urging him forward. "Just the tip. Keep it slow."

Jungkook doesn't look away from Namjoon when he leans forward, dropping his jaw open to lick over the head of Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon's thighs tense, and Jungkook watches his throat work to swallow when Jungkook leans forward to press his lips to the tip.

"That's it," Jimin praises. "Slow."

Jungkook spreads his lips, taking Namjoon into his mouth, until he can seal his lips around the head, and sucks.

Namjoon's hips surge up, thrusting deeper into Jungkook's mouth, and Jimin's the one who pushes him back down against the park bench, hard. Namjoon lifts his head to stare at him, confused or just overwhelmed.

"Take what he gives you," Jimin scolds, and Namjoon nods.

Jungkook pulls back until just the head is in his mouth again, and flicks his tongue along the underside, the sensitive skin there. Namjoon gasps, but he doesn't move this time, just lets Jungkook do what he wants at his pace. At Jimin's pace.

"He likes that," Jimin says, watching carefully. "He's sensitive there. Do it again."

Jungkook does it again, and the groan Namjoon gives has his stomach twisting.

"Go deeper," Jimin says. Jungkook does.

Jungkook lowers his head, taking more of Namjoon into his mouth. His cock is thick, and Jungkook can feel it stretching his lips, a light burn at the corners of his mouth. He moans at the feeling, pulling off and then sinking back down. Namjoon trembles under him.

Jimin's hand is on the back of his head again, guiding him down, and it feels so good to let go, to let Jimin take control. He feels the head of Namjoon's cock hit the back of his throat, and he pulls back to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth. Then he lowers himself down.

The stretch and the ache in his throat is worth it for the way Namjoon and Jimin react. There's laughter and cheering from Jimin, rubbing at his back and praising him, and then Jungkook's throat lurches and he has to pull back, gasping for breath.

A thread of spit connects his lower lip to Namjoon's cock, only breaking when Jungkook licks his lips distractedly as he stares up at Namjoon.

Namjoon's eyes are wide, but his jaw is tense, like the muscles in his thigh, tight with the strain of holding still.

"How was that?" Jimin asks, and Jungkook isn't sure whether he's speaking to him, or Namjoon. Maybe it doesn't matter, because he doesn't give either of them time to answer, diving back down onto Namjoon's cock to take him deep again, desperate to show how good he can be.

He lowers himself until his lips meet a swell at the base of Namjoon's cock, the knot that's still threatening to form. He wraps his fingers around it again, tighter, and when he squeezes this time Namjoon does surge upward, thrusting into Jungkook's throat.

Jungkook chokes, pulling back to breathe again, but when he tries to drop back down, Jimin catches him, a firm hand on Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook glances up at him, spit smeared down his chin, jaw and lips aching.

Jimin reaches out to cup his jaw, wiping his thumb across the mess on Jungkook's swollen lower lip.

"He's about to pop," Jimin says, glancing over at Namjoon.

Jungkook looks too, taking in the sight of Namjoon on that bench, pants low on his hips, cock shiny with spit and knot still just on the verge of forming. He's panting, out of breath even though he hasn't done much, a sheen of sweat across his face despite the cool temperature.

"Well, Jungkook," Jimin asked, drawing his attention back, turning his head until Jungkook stared up at him again. "Do you want it?"

Jungkook nods eagerly, heart beating faster at the thought, the sight of Namjoon knotting, coming just for him, at his touch.

Then Jimin cuts Jungkook's thoughts short when he asks, "Where?"

[Very last poll, and I'll make this a short one so we get the end of this thread tonight. As always, choose wisely. Where does Jungkook want it?]

Jungkook swallows, the taste of Namjoon still on his tongue. It's not much of a question.

"In me," he says, voice sore and jaw aching as he does.

Jimin just laughs again. "Obviously. But you have to be more specific than that."

Jungkook can do that. He's only fantasized about this for months, imagined how it would feel to have Namjoon's knot stretching him out -- and he only wants it more now that he's tasted it, not that he knows just how big Namjoon is, how well he could fill Jungkook up.

He turns to look directly at Namjoon when he answers, "I want him to fuck me."

Namjoon chokes, but Jimin just smiles like he was expecting this. "Better make sure you can take him then," he says, and presses two fingers into Jungkook's mouth.

Jungkook stares at Namjoon while Jimin fucks his fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, trying to make him gag. Spit pools in his mouth again and Jimin coats his fingers in it until it's dripping out of the corner of Jungkook's mouth again, and Namjoon just watches.

Jungkook wonders idly what they look like to someone who comes running down this trail the way Jungkook had earlier this morning, not so long ago but an eternity away from here. He imagines someone stumbling across the scene, three alphas in a small clearing like this.

What would they think seeing Jungkook on his knees for two other alphas? Taking orders from one and trying his best to impress the other? Jungkook shudders imagining it, breathing in deep through his nose to savor the scent of the three of them, mixed together and intoxicating.

"Up," Jimin orders, tugging his fingers from Jungkook's mouth. They're dripping with spit.

Jungkook obeys, standing slowly. His knees ache a little from kneeling, but it feels good, like the ache in his jaw.

As soon as he's upright, Jimin's hand -- the one not covered in spit -- is pressed between his shoulderblades, pushing him down until he's bent in half, face in Namjoon's lap.

"Make sure he doesn't go soft," Jimin taunts, and then he's tugging Jungkook's running shorts down.

Namjoon laughs, empty and breathy. "I don't think we have to worry about --" Whatever he was trying to say is cut off when Jungkook takes him back into his mouth, sucking at the head and swirling his tongue around it to tease, like Jimin told him.

Jimin rewards Jungkook by reaching down to spread his cheeks, tracing his wet fingers over Jungkook's hole before pressing one in so slowly. Jungkook groans around Namjoon's cock in his mouth and Namjoon gasps, head falling back again.

Jimin works him open slowly, expertly, knows just the way to stretch another alpha like this, and Jungkook's mind spins with the knowledge that they've done this before, both of them, on this very bench. How many times has Jimin worked Namjoon open right here, just like this?

The fingers press in deeper and Jungkook leans further into Namjoon's lap, swallowing around Namjoon's cock. He reaches up to grasp around Namjoon's cock, stroking the length that he can't fit in his mouth in this position, and Namjoon lifts a hand to the back of Jungkook's neck.

The weight and warmth of it makes Jungkook shiver, aware again of the alpha pheromones in the air, the desire to submit to Namjoon at war with his instincts to have Namjoon under him and Namjoon's thighs around his waist.

That can come later, he tells himself. If he impresses Namjoon here, maybe Namjoon will invite him over next time he's feeling the itch to be knotted and Jimin is too far away. Or maybe, the next time Jimin comes over late at night, they'll knock on Jungkook's door together.

Just as the images flit through his mind, Jimin hooks his fingers, pressing down into Jungkook's prostate, and Jungkook's whole body jolts at the feeling.

"Oh, you're sensitive too, hm?" Jimin teases, and massages around the spot instead. Jungkook groans around his mouthful.

"God, wait," Namjoon gasps, pressing back against Jungkook's shoulder. "I'm gonna bust."

He pulls off, gasping with his mouth hanging open. His face is hot and his dick is so hard that it aches. He feels like a wreck, but he gets a rush when he looks up, and so does Namjoon.

"Already?" Jimin laughs, still fingering Jungkook open.

Namjoon huffs, reaching up to push his sweaty bangs out of his face. "Have you seen him? Or what he looks like with your dick in his mouth?"

Jimin hums, thoughtful. He pauses to pull his fingers out, and Jungkook hears him spit. When he pushes back in, the slide is wetter. "That does sound like a pretty sight," he says, conversational as he prods around in Jungkook's insides, stretching him open with three fingers.

"How does that sound?" Jimin asks, pressing just below Jungkook's prostate. "Since you interrupted Moni's blowjob earlier, you wanna pay me back?"

Jungkook moans, imaging himself in Namjoon's position when he first found them, sucking Jimin off in public. "Yes, please."

"He's so good. How has it taken us this long to do this?" Jimin marvels, and Jungkook shudders at being talked about like he's not there.

Jimin doesn't give Namjoon time to answer him though. Instead, he pulls out and slaps Jungkook's hip. "Turn around, good boy."

Jungkook does, a little awkwardly with his running shorts still halfway down his thighs, and he jolts when he feels Namjoon's large hands on his hips, palms smoothing down to grope his ass. Jimin smirks at him, reaches up to place two hands on his shoulders, and pushes him down.

He goes easy, guided into Namjoon's lap by the two of them, working together like they planned this. He spreads his legs to straddle Namjoon's thighs and leans back, feeling the heat of Namjoon's cock resting between his cheeks. Fuck, he wants it bad.

Jungkook grinds back against him, feeling a thrill at the way Namjoon grips his hips tighter, at the deep sound he makes. But then Jimin is standing in front of him, one hand threading through Jungkook's hair, the other on the fly of his jeans. "You ready, baby?"

Jungkook nods, mouth watering just imagining what's about to happen. He feels Namjoon lift him gently and he follows, flexing his thighs to raise his ass high enough for Namjoon to position his cock at Jungkook's wet hole.

The spit on his skin and Namjoon's cock is sticky, but the friction feels so good when Namjoon presses in. Jungkook moans, feeling the way his body stretches around just the tip, lifting up and then dropping back down to take more of Namjoon inside himself.

He does it again, and again, lifting himself and dropping lower each time, until finally, he's fully seated in Namjoon's lap, thick alpha cock buried inside him.

Namjoon's chest is pressed up against Jungkook's back, one arm wrapped around his middle and the other on his hip, hot breath against the back of Jungkook's neck. It's better than every fantasy Jungkook's jerked off to for the last few months.

Then there's Jimin, petting Jungkook's hair and his cheek, guiding him to look up to where Jimin is waiting, cock in hand, for Jungkook to make good on his word.

Jungkook leans forward, mouth open and tongue out, and then he seals his lips around Jimin's cock.

They both moan at once -- Namjoon from the way Jungkook shifts in his lap, Jimin from the way Jungkook licks across his head immediately. Namjoon rolls his hips up into Jungkook, just grinding deeper, stirring his cock inside, and Jungkook moans around Jimin's cock.

Jimin's smaller than Namjoon, and it's easier for Jungkook to pull him closer, to take him deeper. Jungkook leans forward, bracing himself on Namjoon's thighs as he takes Jimin all the way into his mouth.

"Fuck," Jimin curses. "It is a pretty sight, isn't it?"

Namjoon grunts something in agreement, but he's pushing Jungkook's shirt up his back and somehow Jungkook doesn't think Namjoon is looking at him sucking off Jimin right now. His hips kick up into Jungkook again, and then all of Jungkook's thoughts float away.

He hangs onto them, one hand on Namjoon's thigh, one hooked into Jimin's belt, just letting them move around him, thrusting into him. It feels good to give in like this, to forget everything except the friction and the pressure and the heat and the smell of them all around him.

He's vaguely aware of Namjoon's large hand wrapping around his cock, giving his body a fresh shock of pleasure and a new sensation to drown in. Namjoon's hand is wet and sticky with spit, and it feels so good that Jungkook thinks he might come now, already, barely fucked.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his body tightening with how close he is to coming. He can feel it, just there, just out of reach. The smell of alpha all around him is suffocating, and so is his need to come.

He grinds back into Namjoon a little harder, searching for that perfect angle, doubles his efforts sucking off Jimin, bobbing his head faster, trying to get a knot in him before he comes. He wants it, needs it, whole body aching for it.

Namjoon twists his wrist and Jungkook jolts, moaning and then Jungkook feels it -- a tug at his hole when he shifts, the swell of Namjoon's knot. It feels so good, Jungkook thinks he might cry.

"Fuck, I'm gonna --" Namjoon tries to warn, but it's too much for him, and another moment later he's tugging Jungkook down into his lap hard, burying himself as deep as he can as his knot swells and he spills into Jungkook's body.

Jungkook feels it stretching him, pulsing inside of him, and his own knot starts to form, a stretch at the base of his cock, under Namjoon's warm palm still stroking him off. His movements stutter, falling out of rhythm as he comes, and Jungkook feels Namjoon slump against him.

Namjoon's sweaty forehead rests against the back of Jungkook's neck, heating him even more. His hand slows until he's just gripping Jungkook's cock, no longer stroking, and Jungkook whines and wiggles his ass back into Namjoon to encourage him.

The movement causes the knot to tug at his rim again, and another wave of heat rushes through Jungkook's belly. He moans, and feels Jimin thrust deeper into his mouth in response.

"Fuck, Joon," Jimin curses, hand sliding to the back of Jungkook's head. "That was so hot."

"Filled our baby alpha up, huh?" he asks, fingers tightening in Jungkook's hair so he can hold Jungkook in place as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

Jungkook can feel his knot forming too, has to open his mouth wider to fit Jimin in his mouth now.

His already sore jaw aches, but he's determined to take it. He moans again at the feeling of Jimin using him like this, thrusting deep and fast enough to threaten to choke him, but he just opens his throat wider and angles his neck, and he's rewarded with a moan from Jimin.

"I'm close too," Jimin says, and his calm, commanding voice finally sounds shaky, stretched thin and right on the edge, just like Jungkook.

Namjoon sighs against the back of Jungkook's neck, finally collecting himself enough to move again, and he thrusts up as he resumes jerking Jungkook off. He starts slow, but speeds his pace, fast enough that it almost hurts. It's so good, but Jungkook just needs a bit more --

Jimin thrusts into his mouth one more time, so deep that his knot pushes past Jungkook's teeth, and then he's coming down Jungkook's throat, knot swelling to lock him in place.

Jungkook chokes when the first shot takes him by surprise, flinching backward when he feels it hit the back of his throat, but he swallows quickly, and takes the rest of Jimin's load eagerly.

Jimin pets his hair, praising him for being so good for them both, telling him that he looks so pretty like this, stuck between two alpha knots, and that's what finally does it for Jungkook.

He comes with a whine, muffled by Jimin's knot still in his mouth, Namjoon jerking him through it and gripping tight around his knot when he finally spills all over Namjoon's hand and his exercise shorts. His body trembles with the force of it, and Namjoon holds him through it.

When it's over, he slumps down, body drained. Namjoon holds him upright and Jimin keeps petting his hair, making sure not to move too much until their knots go down. Jungkook relaxes against them, enjoying the deep satisfaction of coming so hard.

He's almost forgotten where they are, but then Jimin laughs again.

"Hope no one else is planning to take this trail for the next few minutes. Would be pretty embarrassing for someone to find you strung out on two knots like this, huh?"

Jungkook just moans, cock twitching in Namjoon's fist where his own knot is still swollen and tender. Maybe he can see the appeal of Jimin and Namjoon doing this in the park when they have a perfectly good bedroom just across the street.

"He likes that," Jimin states like it isn't obvious. "I told you."

Namjoon hums. "You were right. I admit it."

Jungkook shivers at the feeling of Namjoon's breath against his still overheated skin. He thinks those words might mean something, but he'll worry about that later.

Right now, he's too busy feeling full and warm.

Later, after Namjoon and Jimin clean up as best they can and pull Jungkook's shorts up, they walk him back to Namjoon's apartment for a shower.

Jungkook is so sated and satisfied, and so proud to be included like this, that he doesn't even mind that they run into neighbors who can definitely smell what they just did all over Jungkook. It's fine, he thinks. It was worth it.

[Wow, the end finally! Took me way longer than I'd planned but here it is. As usual, I'll be editing this and posting it on AO3 at some point. I'll drop a link here when it's up. Thanks for reading!]