"gonna breed you so good, min-" "all mine, yeah?" "shit, your ass-" "-made for this-"

jimin's face is a flushed, blotchy mess of sweat, but jungkook thinks he's never been more lovely than in this moment, as he sobs back "yours yours yours, taehyungie, all for you-"

a thick glob of slick rolls down taehyung's thigh, and jungkook realizes with a start that taehyung is leaking /around/ the plug, slick beading around the base of the plug and slowly running down his legs.

and then, jimin is writhing, barely able to choke out a "taeng-ah-!" and taehyung understands, rushes to inflate the knot with one hand and wraps the other around jimin's cock, and two strokes later jimin's come spills thick, down into the nest.

jimin comes, and comes, and comes, babbling the whole while, senseless broken bits of "taehyungie, taehyungie," and "my baby" and "so good," but just when jungkook thinks he might be done, he reaches behind himself, to pull taehyung's hips against his ass even more firmly.

"keep going," he gasps, and oh, right. jimin loves overstimulation, apparently.

"you're sure?" taehyung hesitates.

"so sure, oh my god," jimin says, and when taehyung takes a moment too long, he kicks a foot petulantly on the bed.

"taehyungie if you don't fuck me right now-" jimin cuts off, choking, as taehyung bears him down into the bed, pulling jimin's legs out from under him so he's just splayed across the nest.

"this what you wanted, jiminie?" taehyung growls, grinding into jimin's ass as much as the knot will allow.

"fuck," jimin says, hands scrabbling for purchase before taehyung grabs them, bringing them behind his back and pinning them by the wrists with a single large hand.

has jungkook ever been so aware of the size of taehyung's hands?

"yes, fuck yes," jimin swears, legs twitching as taehyung rolls his hips back and forth against his plush asscheeks.

"what do you want, min?" taehyung pants, rhythm starting to falter.

"you know what i want-" jimin protests, yelping when taehyung leans over to dig his teeth into the back of his neck.

jungkook's fists clench as he watches jimin, his always-in-control, head-bitch-in-charge hyung, go completely limp, so small beneath taehyung.

taehyung detaches from jimin's skin just long enough to order, "say it."

"come in me!" jimin all but screams. "come in me, fill me up, taetae /please/, i've been so good-"

"the best," taehyung confirms, hips working at a fever pitch, grinding back and forth.

and then, taehyung lets out the longest, deepest moan that jungkook thinks he's ever heard, that baritone of his curving around the sound like it's what his voice was made for, and jimin /purrs/ in satisfaction as jungkook can only assume taehyung unloads inside of him.

taehyung collapses his full body weight down on top of jimin, but not before gently unpinning his arms and rubbing soothingly at the wrists.

"that okay?"

jimin utters an adorable little "un" of affirmation, still purring.

it's not long before taehyung's purring along with him too, the two of them vibrating at different frequencies - jimin's high, taehyung's lower.

and look. jungkook has seen a lot of purring omegas. like, a /lot/, with his experience at chaperoning.

omega couples, alpha/omega couples, some polyamorous packs with multiple omegas. he has seen plenty of stacked, purring omegas, and remained blissfully unaffected.

but something about watching /jimin and taehyung/ purring away in post-coital bliss suddenly makes him yearn to throw himself right on top of them both.

it's only natural, he thinks, given that they were all over him and purring just last night - really, less than twelve hours ago, he confirms with a glance at his phone. it's association.

besides, it had felt really good, his hyungs, curled against him and purring away.

he snaps out of his thoughts when taehyung starts shifting, deflating the knot as he murmurs a question to jimin.

jungkook tunes back in just in time to hear jimin reply sweetly, "no, taehyungie, wanna keep it in this time, just for a little."

taehyung pouts, and jimin swats at him, pouting exaggeratedly back at him. "you can eat the next load back out of me, okay? or maybe even this one a little later."

holy fuck. jungkook resolutely does not picture this.

so a second plug is stealthily retrieved from the crevices of the nest, and jimin is happily plugged up, and jungkook rushes to adjust himself before standing up, feeling his legs protest a bit.

"hey hyungs," he calls softly.

both heads whip to him immediately, eyes lighting up when they see him.

"kookie," jimin chirps happily, still purring, eyes pushing up into a smile far too sweet for how he's covered in come and slick.

taehyung makes grabby hands at him, and jungkook pauses, remembering the terms of the contract.

simple touches, outside of a spike, without sexual intent, but short of full cuddling, was okay between them.

it's more than what chaperones usually do, but jungkook's not just their chaperone. he's their- well. not their /alpha/, but their friend-who-happens-to-be-an-alpha, and so jungkook is all too eager to provide everything he can for them.

he pets through taehyung's snarled hair, only belatedly realizing how gross he would normally find it to touch someone else's sweaty head, but finds no such reaction anywhere within him when he searches for it.

naturally, jimin pouts until jungkook acquiesces, giving him use of his other hand.

"can you both sit up?" jungkook questions softly, a hand still on each of them.

they push upwards obediently, fumbling a bit from the exertion, giggling as they twine around each other instantly once they're upright.

jungkook's so warm.

he scents the air. "smells like you're both on the tail end of your first spikes, especially taehyungie-hyung," he comments.

taehyung snuggles into jimin's back. "well, i came twice," he says, suddenly a bit shy again, which jungkook thinks is hilarious for someone who just pouted about not being allowed to drink his own come out of his partner's asshole.

"lucky you," jimin gripes, and taehyung gasps in mock offense.

"you told me to keep going!" he protests.

[the author would like to thank the gf for providing the exact image the author was rabidly searching for as a visual aid for the energy vmin have here; once again, this but hornier and with more slick, etc. etc.]

"i wanted the load in my ass," jimin shrugs, and jungkook can't hold back his laughter.

"stop bickering hyungs, i need you both to at least rehydrate before the last of this spike hits so you can sleep before the second one comes around."

suddenly, both jimin and taehyung are paying him full attention, very attentively, and jungkook blushes under the full weight of their gaze.

"just- here," he says, floundering a little as he shoves a full water bottle towards each of them.

as he expected, the first sip of water in their throats makes them realize just how thirsty they are, and taehyung drains half his bottle in seconds.

"wait!" jungkook says, rushing to grab some high-protein, high-carb snacks, and he's taken aback by how quickly they both put the bottles down.

"sorry," jungkook says. "didn't. mean to scare you just. do you think you can eat? don't want you to fill up on water."

he grabs a container of toasted walnuts - one of jimin's favorites - and unthinkingly, he cracks it open, just trying to make things as easy as possible for his hyungs mid-heat.

and it's in that exact blanked out state of mind that jungkook, upon seeing jimin's mouth open, reaches out and feeds jimin a walnut without thinking.

taehyung's water bottle falls out of his grasp at the same time his jaw goes slack, and jungkook's stupid, awful alpha brain just goes /oh, feed both omegas, got it/ and before he even registers what's happening, he's shoved a walnut in taehyung's mouth too.

he doesn't even have time to contemplate the ramifications of what he might have done, because the look of contented bliss that comes over jimin's face as he chews is so glorious that jungkook can only stare, as taehyung sighs happily through his nose, also chewing.

so long as jungkook's hyungs are happy, so is he.

he stays crouched by the bed for several minutes, handfeeding them nuts and some pieces of dried mango, manages to get them to take a boiled egg each after he carefully dips them in soy sauce.

then, he puts their water bottles back in their hands, makes sure they know he'll be right back, and toddles off to the bathroom.

jungkook takes the opportunity to pee, knowing the second spike tends to be the worst for most omegas, so there's no telling the next time he'll be able to pop out to the bathroom.

he pretends his dick is totally flaccid as he tucks himself back into his sweats, before proceeding to wash his hands and splash some cold water on his face to clear his head of all the pheromones and slick scent clouding the bedroom.

he stares at himself for a moment in the mirror, face still wet and dripping. that was spike /one/, he reminds himself. of potentially six or seven, drawn out over three days.

for the first time ever, jungkook wonders if he can do this. he's never struggled so much with chaperoning anyone else, and he's not entirely sure what's going on. part of why he's always been so good at this is because he's just by nature so unaffected.

he's worried, he realizes. what if he lets his hyungs down? if his guard slips, he could miss something really serious, and if he doesn't intervene, then jimin and taehyung will be hurt and oh my god they can't be hurt, they can't.

because they've taken so long to get together, and they're finally here now, and they've entrusted jungkook to be the one who keeps them safe through this massive milestone in their epic love story.

jimin and taehyung are more important than any of the others that jungkook has ever chaperoned for, because they're /jimin and taehyung/.

he can't let them down, jungkook says to himself resolutely. so he won't.

he pushes back out into the hallway, slipping into the bedroom with renewed focus.

he's braced himself for the smell, but he realizes how nose-blind he'd gone when he inhales after having been in the bathroom for a few minutes, and has to steady himself.

jimin and taehyung are lounging in the nest, water bottles now empty as they tangle their limbs together, uncaring of the way they're rolling in their own slick and come. they trade languid kisses, and jungkook feels tickled by their intimacy.

he's always been humbled to be entrusted with other people's safety in their intimacy, but this time, he feels truly honored by it. to be a small part of jimin-and-taehyung, the love story that they've all been waiting on for so so long.

he gathers up the empty water bottles, checking that there are still a few more left before he needs to refill and remix with electrolytes, and dumps the empty food containers into the bin he prepared for dishes that he'll need to bring to the kitchen at some point.

then, smelling the rising sweetness in the air again, he figures that hyungs are probably getting ramped up again, and hopefully that will spell the definitive end of this spike.

"jungkookie," comes taehyung's gentle voice, and jungkook startles. he's used to being a fly on the wall, especially when the arousal in the room is starting to swell again.

"i think my temperature's coming down a bit," taehyung explains. jungkook takes another sniff, and determines he's right - taehyung's settling out of his spike. it's jimin who's the main source of the sweetness wafting through the room.

"i'm going to get him through another orgasm," taehyung says, pushing a pliant, needy jimin onto his back like it's nothing, "and then hopefully we can sleep."

"sounds like a plan, hyung," jungkook croaks.

and then, taehyung actually turns to /look/ at him, even as he's easing the impossibly wide bulb of the plug out of jimin. what??

taehyung's eyes soften. "i'm saying you should get some sleep too, kookie. it's gonna be a long couple of days for all of us, including you."

oh.

/us/, a voice in jungkook's head sighs happily, which jungkook silences in favor of just feeling so utterly grateful that even mid-heat, his hyung is thinking of him.

"i will, hyung, don't worry," jungkook assures him, wanting him to get back to focusing on himself.

"when i chaperone, i sleep when the partners are sleeping. usually my nose wakes me up," he explains.

this seems to mollify taehyung, and he nods thoughtfully before turning his attention to jimin, who's starting to whine again.

"needy," he mutters into the skin of jimin's thigh, and jimin doesn't even retort. just whimpers as taehyung sucks and bites bruises up and down the insides of jimin's legs, from ankle to hip, before finally spreading jimin's legs as wide as they'll go, settling between them.

he lowers his face to jimin's hole, blowing softly across it just to watch jimin shiver, a drop of slick squeezing out as taehyung licks his lips.

ah. taehyung really was very serious about eating his own come out of jimin's ass.

jimin's quieter now than when taehyung mounted him earlier, all soft breathy noises intermingling with the wet sounds of taehyung licking and kissing over his hole.

it's not until taehyung finally dips his tongue directly into jimin's ass that jimin lets out a desperate cry.

jungkook notices all the little details this time - the look of pleasure on /taehyung's/ face, his eyes closed and a purr in his throat that jungkook can only imagine feels divine vibrating against jimin's hole.

"fuck fuck fuck, taehyungie," jimin pants.

taehyung pulls up for a moment, tongue retreating from its place inside of jimin with an audible noise that jungkook thinks he should find disgusting but doesn't. "hold your legs, min," he says, and jimin rushes to comply.

and then, taehyung, with both hands free, hooks his both thumbs into jimin's hole, and /pulls/.

a few things happen at once.

one: jimin goes completely silent, as if the air was suddenly sucked from his lungs, as his neck strains with how hard he arches back into the nest.

two: with the way jimin's now gaping, jungkook can see not only the way that his slick pulses out of him, but also, an unmistakable swirl of white in that slick, slowly dripping right onto taehyung's waiting tongue, positioned just underneath.

three: jungkook realizes that without a doubt, he's hard again, and more than just a little this time.

/you're here to keep hyungs safe/, he sternly reminds himself, flipping his dick up to trap it in his waistband. he pulls down his hoodie to cover it, for good measure.

out of sight, out of mind, he figures.

jimin's voice seems to reboot right as taehyung, now with a significant coating of come and slick on his outstretched tongue, licks up and tilts his face to seal his lips around jimin's hole.

jimin's voice reboots because taehyung pops his mouth around jimin's gaping hole and /slurps/.

/jesus/, jungkook's brain comments, as jimin wails, legs thrashing.

and now that he's holding it open, taehyung is absolutely actually very much /drinking/ jimin's slick, if the way his throat is contracting is any indication.

a glance at jimin's cock reveals that he's probably actually pretty close to orgasm, and a cursory sniff, as dangerous as that is for the state of jungkook's present sanity, confirms it.

"taeng-ah, taeng-ah," jimin chants, hips working in little circles as his arms flex where they're hooked over his thighs, spread out to the side and up as far as they can go.

dazedly, jungkook remembers that jimin is, in fact, a dancer.

taehyung sucks a few more times and shifts, getting his legs crouched underneath him, and with a fluidity that speaks of practice - which jungkook cannot ponder at the moment for the sake of doing his job adequately - executes an incredibly complex maneuver.

in one, simultaneous set of motions, he releases one thumb from jimin's hole, to reach up for jimin's cock, just as he shoves four fingers of the other hand inside.

he flips jimin's cock completely downwards, trapping it against his body, curls the fingers still in jimin's hole, and then as jimin shakes apart, coming with an aborted shriek, he spreads those fingers apart, stretching jimin's asshole impossibly wide.

and while it's rare, jungkook has, in fact, seen omegas squirt before.

but he has never seen /his jimin-hyung/ squirt before, and so he's pretty sure all the previous times count for nothing now.

with the way that taehyung has positioned jimin's cock, the cum and slick both hit him square in the face, and with his mouth open and ready for it, jungkook can hear just how much he loves it loud and clear.

opening his eyes after the initial gush splashes across his face, taehyung blinks his wet eyelashes as he cranes upward, sucking lightly on the head of jimin's cock just to catch the last dribbles of come, jungkook supposes, and to watch jimin squirm at the sensitivity.

and then taehyung, with his sopping wet face, with a few last licks to jimin's soaked ass, cranes over jimin, whose entire body has gone slack, arms and legs splayed inelegantly over the mess that's become of the nest.

and in a move that jungkook has to double-check the contract over, taehyung leans down and mashes his face into jimin's.

jungkook focuses on what his nose is telling him, so as not to fixate too strongly on the visual feast that is his two hyungs swapping a mixture of jimin's slick, taehyung's cum, /and/ jimin's cum back and forth as they kiss filthy and debauched.

that last orgasm seemed to have quenched the last of the jimin's first spike, as the sweetness of arousal fades back into the general heady mixture of sweat and slick and come, and jungkook should be grossed out by all of this.

generally, when the bodily fluids come into play while he chaperones, he does his best not to be rude, crinkling his nose as little as possible, and only shoving tissue up his nostrils or better yet, rubbing some strongly-scented oil atop his philtrum when it gets overwhelming.

but right now, the potent smell of his hyungs'...everything is just tantalizing instead, and as jimin and taehyung finally stop rolling around, pulling back for air, all the slick and cum swallowed, jungkook is at a total loss.

jimin and taehyung eventually settle on their sides, intertwined in a position that looks like it should be vastly uncomfortable but that jungkook has personally witnessed them fast asleep in, many a time.

jimin is drowsily lapping at taehyung's wet face, cleaning up the carnage he'd sown in the face of his orgasm, and jungkook knows they're both seconds from sleep so he has to say something quickly.

"hyungs," he says as softly and unobtrusively as he can.

two heavy-lidded sets of eyes turn to look at him.

"taehyungie-hyung's plug is still in," jungkook reminds them, and jimin gasps.

"oh shit you're right!" he exclaims, reaching down between taehyung's legs. "oh my god, taehyungie, how are you not bursting by now?"

taehyung whines. "didn't really notice, but now that you mention it i feel really, really full."

jimin tsks. "it's because you like sleeping with a plug in so much, you little cockslut," he says fondly.

"you don't complain when i wake up nice and open for your morning wood," taehyung shoots back.

jungkook swallows.

he gets up, fetching two more water bottles, and turns back around just as jimin whispers, "ready?" and taehyung nods.

jimin wiggles the plug out of taehyung, and taehyung's eyes roll back in his head in relief as a little tidal wave of slick rushes out of his hole.

jungkook suffers the consequences of this in two phases - first the sight, and then the smell, moments later as it diffuses through the room.

and even though he really still anticipates for a moment that he'll truly be /suffering/ out of disgust, just as before, the whole ordeal just stokes the heat in his gut higher.

he tugs at his hoodie, ensuring it falls well below his groin, and hopes that his hyungs can't smell his arousal over the overpowering scent of their own slick.

"drink up," he says, voice hoarse in spite of saying very little. "or as much as you can until you get too sleepy."

"thank you, kookie," taehyung murmurs, prying jimin off his face for a moment so he can gulp at the nozzle of the bottle.

jimin, undeterred, simply brings his slick-coated fingers up from taehyung's hole and starts lapping at them instead.

"you heard him, jiminie," taehyung admonishes. "hydration time."

jimin hums, but does nothing to remove his own fingers from his mouth.

"hyung," jungkook says, with a bit more intent.

jimin drops his hand immediately, staring up at jungkook with wide eyes. taehyung, too, pauses for a moment, before going back to downing water like a man dying in the desert.

a little, horrible thrill goes through jungkook's chest.

he wraps jimin's slick coated hand around the water bottle and guides it to jimin's puffy, wet lips, and still wide-eyed, jimin lets him.

jungkook hasn't felt this settled since he woke up today.

finally, jimin's eyes slide shut as he continues working to drain the bottle, taehyung letting out a little burp as he finishes his and flops back down into the nest.

jungkook traces his hyung's features for any sign of discomfort as the last of the water disappears.

gently, he sets the bottle aside, letting jimin, now barely awake, lie back down. taehyung wraps him up immediately.

"thanks, kookie," jimin slurs. "the best at looking after us."

taehyung makes a nose of agreement, and then they're both asleep.

as good as tending to his hyungs, so soft and vulnerable, felt, walking back to the recliner feels just as awful and it takes an eternity. jungkook has to force himself to turn away from the nest, and he shivers again, cold, as he situates himself on his perch.

as he curls up in the recliner, jungkook catches a whiff of a powerful wave of...taehyung?

he lifts his head up in alarm, only to realize that it's because there's slick on his hand, from where he guided jimin to hold the water bottle.

he pauses for a moment, unsure.

normally, he'd already be finding a wet wipe or a sink to wash it off - fluids are fluids, but he'd rather not have other people's on him unless he's sexually involved, and not even then sometimes - but there's something. nice. about smelling taehyung on his skin.

he stops himself just shy of licking his own palm.

silently, alone, while his hyungs are sleeping and therefore definitely safe, he takes a moment to just freak the fuck out.

he's pretty sure he's never been this turned on in his life before - not even during his own ruts.

the force of his want is overwhelming and so so new, and jungkook knows that something has changed. maybe not something intrinsically within him or his hyungs, but something has changed about him-and-his-hyungs.

maybe part of it, whatever /it/ is, has always been there. he's always gravitated towards jimin and taehyung so readily. but he had never thought- never considered-

no, he thinks. he has to get some rest now, because his hyungs' second spike will arrive sooner rather than later, and they'll be counting on him again.

so jungkook firmly puts this burgeoning dilemma out of his mind, and resolves to getting some sleep.

rummaging for the blanket he knows he packed, jungkook tucks himself into the recliner.

he dozes off with his slick-smeared hand pressed to his nose, and the memory of how warm it was to fall asleep in the nest the night before ringing in his head.

[right! the author would like to note that this initially "small little brain worm concept" she had has apparently spiraled way out of her very limited control bc she is, as always, weak in the face of Horny apneofjgvf]

[and uh, the author /also/ may have some stuff (exams) that are due in less than 24h (oops) that require her attention, and apparently she's done nothing today but write this thread for 8h straight, and that's only gotten us to /checks plot/ the end of spike 1, so...fuck]

[to be fair the subsequent spikes will probably blur together a bit, yknow, as kook's instincts and sexuality and sense of duty all take him for the proverbial emotional whirlwind, but there's still a w h o l e lot of post-heat stuff that needs to be written to so...fuck!]

[therefore the author kind begs for your understanding as she places this thread on pause here for today, and probably tomorrow too, but fret not bc the author is, again, horny and prone to rambling, so she'll definitely be back to continue spewing out horny rambling.]

[the author would like to leave you with some visuals of cuddling!vmin and send help!kook to help wrap up this portion of the story!! same thing just imagine all of this but hornier woo ok love you all stay safe stay hydrated see you sooon]