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A/B/O thoughts, alpha-Yoongi-in-rut edition:
Yoongi wakes up a split-second away from coming. He opens his eyes the dark, and he can feel his cock throbbing between his legs. He& #39;s sweating, he& #39;s so close, heat pooled low in his belly. He can& #39;t remember what he was dreaming.
Yoongi wakes up a split-second away from coming. He opens his eyes the dark, and he can feel his cock throbbing between his legs. He& #39;s sweating, he& #39;s so close, heat pooled low in his belly. He can& #39;t remember what he was dreaming.
But it must have been good, because he slips a hand down under the covers to palm at himself and the wet patch on his pajama bottoms is huge.
He& #39;s in Jin& #39;s bed. The beta is snoring next to him. Jin. Yoongi can smell him everywhere on the sheets, in the room.
His cock jumps.
He& #39;s in Jin& #39;s bed. The beta is snoring next to him. Jin. Yoongi can smell him everywhere on the sheets, in the room.
His cock jumps.
He smells incredible. Better than he usually does, like cinnamon and sugar. There& #39;s...something. Yoongi doesn& #39;t know, but he gets his hand around his cock and thrusts up into his own grip, and it& #39;s overwhelming, how good it is.
He moans, snaps his hips up again, growls low.
He moans, snaps his hips up again, growls low.
Jin stirs beside him.
"Yoongi?" He says, and then, "Oh. Having fun?"
Even his voice is good good good, coming at Yoongi in the dark, smooth as silk. Yoongi pants, open-mouthed.
"Want some help?" Jin says. "You smell close. Are you?"
"Yes," Yoongi says. "Yes, so..."
"Yoongi?" He says, and then, "Oh. Having fun?"
Even his voice is good good good, coming at Yoongi in the dark, smooth as silk. Yoongi pants, open-mouthed.
"Want some help?" Jin says. "You smell close. Are you?"
"Yes," Yoongi says. "Yes, so..."
He doesn& #39;t have to say any more. Jin scoots closer, and he takes over, his long, pretty fingers stroke Yoongi& #39;s shaft and rub over his tip and tug at the loose skin around his base where his knot always swells, and fuck, Jin& #39;s so pretty, Yoongi thinks, can& #39;t stop thinking it.
When he comes, it feels it like a wave, hitting hard and fast and dragging him under where he can& #39;t breathe. Jin strokes him through it, clamps his hand tight around Yoongi& #39;s knot, kneads at it a little so the orgasm lasts longer, on and on until he starts to hurt, oversensitive.
Jin lets go. "That& #39;s better, isn& #39;t it?"
"So good," Yoongi says. He feels even more foggy than he usually does after he knots, his tongue thick in his mouth. "You& #39;re so good."
"I know," Jin says.
"You," Yoongi says.
Jin laughs, fond. "I& #39;m tired. I don& #39;t need to."
"So good," Yoongi says. He feels even more foggy than he usually does after he knots, his tongue thick in his mouth. "You& #39;re so good."
"I know," Jin says.
"You," Yoongi says.
Jin laughs, fond. "I& #39;m tired. I don& #39;t need to."
And it& #39;s the middle of the night, Yoongi isn& #39;t surprised that Jin doesn& #39;t want to fuck around any more, but it does make him...sad. That he doesn& #39;t get to take care of him, make him come, make him feel good.
"Don& #39;t mope," Jin says. "You can hold me, if you want. Be big spoon."
"Don& #39;t mope," Jin says. "You can hold me, if you want. Be big spoon."
Yoongi does want to be the big spoon, wants to curl around as much of Jin as he can, cover him up, so he pulls off his pajama bottoms and wipes himself clean, throws them onto the floor, and scoots over.
He goes back to sleep with his nose in Jin& #39;s hair, breathing him in.
He goes back to sleep with his nose in Jin& #39;s hair, breathing him in.
When he wakes up in the morning, he feels...different. Jin gives him a new pair of pajama pants, and gets up to go to the bathroom, and Yoongi& #39;s stomach drops. He& #39;s leaving. Yoongi hates it, so he trails after his packmate, just to be safe. They meet Hoseok in the hallway.
He& #39;s going the opposite direction, pauses to kiss them both good morning, but then he& #39;s walking away, and Yoongi can& #39;t follow them both, but he can& #39;t let them just...go, either, now that he& #39;s got them. He darts forward, grabs Hoseok& #39;s wrist.
Hoseok blinks. "What?"
Hoseok blinks. "What?"
"Yoongi?" Jin says. "What& #39;s wrong?"
"I don& #39;t know," Yoongi says. His heart is pounding. "Just don& #39;t go."
"Okay," Hoseok says, careful. "I& #39;m not going anywhere. Jin-hyung..."
"Let me see," Jin says. He comes forward, presses his nose to Yoongi& #39;s neck, scenting, searching.
"I don& #39;t know," Yoongi says. His heart is pounding. "Just don& #39;t go."
"Okay," Hoseok says, careful. "I& #39;m not going anywhere. Jin-hyung..."
"Let me see," Jin says. He comes forward, presses his nose to Yoongi& #39;s neck, scenting, searching.
"He smells a little...sharp," he says, after a moment. "I can& #39;t place it. Not sick, quite, but...something. It& #39;s subtle, but it& #39;s there."
Yoongi does feel sharp, like he& #39;s all edges.
The door down the hall opens. Jimin peeks out. His hair is tousled. Pretty, Yoongi thinks.
Yoongi does feel sharp, like he& #39;s all edges.
The door down the hall opens. Jimin peeks out. His hair is tousled. Pretty, Yoongi thinks.
"It& #39;s early," Jimin says. "Please shut up."
Jimin& #39;s too far away. Yoongi& #39;s got to make them be together. He grabs Hoseok by the arm and Jin by the shirt and drags them down the hall to Jimin& #39;s door.
The younger beta frowns. "What...?"
"Yeah," Hoseok says. "We don& #39;t know."
Jimin& #39;s too far away. Yoongi& #39;s got to make them be together. He grabs Hoseok by the arm and Jin by the shirt and drags them down the hall to Jimin& #39;s door.
The younger beta frowns. "What...?"
"Yeah," Hoseok says. "We don& #39;t know."
Jimin turns his head. "Hyung?" he says, over his shoulder. "We have...something weird? Wake up."
And there& #39;s the sound of a creaking bed frame and fabric being thrown aside, and then Namjoon is in the doorway. Yoongi feels...a lot, all at once.
This is the pack alpha.
And there& #39;s the sound of a creaking bed frame and fabric being thrown aside, and then Namjoon is in the doorway. Yoongi feels...a lot, all at once.
This is the pack alpha.
He& #39;s very big. His scent& #39;s so strong. If he wanted to take Jimin and Hoseok and Jin away, he could do it. Yoongi feels anger, defensive and hot.
But also...Namjoon& #39;s very pretty. He& #39;s got drool on his cheek. He& #39;s not wearing a shirt. He& #39;s muscle all the way down. Yoongi feels...
But also...Namjoon& #39;s very pretty. He& #39;s got drool on his cheek. He& #39;s not wearing a shirt. He& #39;s muscle all the way down. Yoongi feels...
Namjoon looks at all of them, his eyes still bleary with sleep, and he says, "What& #39;s wrong?" and then he breathes in, takes an open-mouth pull of all of their scents, and his eyes zero in on Yoongi.
"Can you smell it?" Jin says. "I can just get a hint."
"Can you smell it?" Jin says. "I can just get a hint."
"Yes," Namjoon says. "I don& #39;t like it."
"He smells alright to me," Hoseok says. "I mean, a little off, but not bad."
"It is bad," Namjoon says.
That anger builds. "I smell fine," Yoongi says. "You& #39;re the one who stinks."
Namjoon& #39;s shoulders go stiff.
Jimin grimaces.
"He smells alright to me," Hoseok says. "I mean, a little off, but not bad."
"It is bad," Namjoon says.
That anger builds. "I smell fine," Yoongi says. "You& #39;re the one who stinks."
Namjoon& #39;s shoulders go stiff.
Jimin grimaces.
"It& #39;s too early for one of these situations," he says.
The door farthest down the hallway creaks open, and Yoongi can smell them, right away, honey and apple so thick it makes his mouth water, and there& #39;s that heat again, low in his belly.
Jungkook and Taehyung step out.
The door farthest down the hallway creaks open, and Yoongi can smell them, right away, honey and apple so thick it makes his mouth water, and there& #39;s that heat again, low in his belly.
Jungkook and Taehyung step out.
Yoongi feels frantic, wild. He wants them to look at him. He wants them to come closer. He wants the omegas to think he& #39;s impressive, that he& #39;s strong, that he& #39;d give them good pups. How does he make them see?
"What& #39;s that smell?" Taehyung says.
"It& #39;s so nice," Jungkook says.
"What& #39;s that smell?" Taehyung says.
"It& #39;s so nice," Jungkook says.
The blood drains out of Jin& #39;s face. "Oh no," he says. "Oh shit."
Yoongi hears him, but he& #39;s not listening. The omegas are so, so pretty. He looks Namjoon up and down. If he pinned the pack alpha, the omegas would think he was very impressive. He& #39;s sure.
Yoongi hears him, but he& #39;s not listening. The omegas are so, so pretty. He looks Namjoon up and down. If he pinned the pack alpha, the omegas would think he was very impressive. He& #39;s sure.
Also, he& #39;d get to have pretty, pretty Namjoon beneath him, with his dimple smile and his soft hair and his broad chest. The hallway is small, but they could fight here. The omegas could watch him win, and the betas and Hoseok. It& #39;s the best idea he& #39;s ever had. He bares his teeth.
"No," Jin says. "Yoongi, look at me. Look at me. Try to clear your head a little so we can talk, okay?"
"Hyung," Jungkook says. "I want to--"
"Stay where you are," Jin says. "I know you want to come closer. But wait, okay?"
Taehyung& #39;s lips part, his eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Hyung," Jungkook says. "I want to--"
"Stay where you are," Jin says. "I know you want to come closer. But wait, okay?"
Taehyung& #39;s lips part, his eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Oh!" he says. "It& #39;s his first."
"First what?" Jungkook says.
"Rut," Jin says. "We should have...he& #39;s the right age. We should have been ready. Fuck."
"It& #39;s okay," Jimin says. "We talked about it a little. It can& #39;t be that different than a heat, and we make it through those."
"First what?" Jungkook says.
"Rut," Jin says. "We should have...he& #39;s the right age. We should have been ready. Fuck."
"It& #39;s okay," Jimin says. "We talked about it a little. It can& #39;t be that different than a heat, and we make it through those."
Jin doesn& #39;t answer. He touches Yoongi& #39;s cheek. "Are you with us? We need you to tell us how you feel. What you need, okay? While you& #39;re still lucid."
What Yoongi needs is to fuck every single one of his pretty, pretty packmates. Make sure all of them know that they& #39;re his.
What Yoongi needs is to fuck every single one of his pretty, pretty packmates. Make sure all of them know that they& #39;re his.
But Jin& #39;s right. He has to think. He& #39;s afraid. He& #39;d known an alpha once, from his underground days, who& #39;d gone too far in a rut, broken their partner& #39;s wrist. Yoongi& #39;s gut churns at the thought of it.
"Namjoon," Yoongi says. "Don& #39;t let me hurt anyone. Okay? Don& #39;t let me."
"Namjoon," Yoongi says. "Don& #39;t let me hurt anyone. Okay? Don& #39;t let me."
"You wouldn& #39;t hurt us," Jimin says. "Hyung, you& #39;d never do that."
But Namjoon nods, and Yoongi feels that swell of want want want rise again, because he& #39;s so good, infuriatingly good, and kind, and understanding. Yoongi loves him so much. "I won& #39;t," he says.
But Namjoon nods, and Yoongi feels that swell of want want want rise again, because he& #39;s so good, infuriatingly good, and kind, and understanding. Yoongi loves him so much. "I won& #39;t," he says.
"Good," Yoongi says. "That& #39;s...good. Sorry for... literally all the shit I& #39;m probably about to do. It already feels..."
"We& #39;re not sorry for heats," Taehyung says. "Why should you be sorry for this?"
"We& #39;re not sorry for heats," Taehyung says. "Why should you be sorry for this?"
"Tell us," Jin says. "Whatever you need. We& #39;re here."
"Bed," Yoongi says. "I want...all of us. Together."
"Together," Taehyung says, and he and Jungkook do come closer. Jungkook holds his hand, skin on skin, and that& #39;s all it takes.
Yoongi lets go, gives in, slips away.
"Bed," Yoongi says. "I want...all of us. Together."
"Together," Taehyung says, and he and Jungkook do come closer. Jungkook holds his hand, skin on skin, and that& #39;s all it takes.
Yoongi lets go, gives in, slips away.
(Part Two):
It& #39;s like his brain and his heart switch places. He thinks about nothing, and he feels everything. He feels the heat of Jungkook& #39;s hand in his, feels his own heart beating in his chest, feels need need need tight in his throat.
"Bed," he says.
His pack follows.
It& #39;s like his brain and his heart switch places. He thinks about nothing, and he feels everything. He feels the heat of Jungkook& #39;s hand in his, feels his own heart beating in his chest, feels need need need tight in his throat.
"Bed," he says.
His pack follows.
He takes them to the room he shares with Jin, and he& #39;s worried, suddenly, that they won& #39;t think his bed is nice enough. It& #39;s not very big. He knows his blanket is scratchier than the omegas like, heavier than Hoseok prefers. They might not want to stay. With him.
He can fix it, he decides. He can fix it before any of them try to go. He& #39;s not going to let them go anywhere.
He releases Jungkook& #39;s hand. "Stay."
"Hyung?" Jimin says.
"Stay," Yoongi says. "Here."
"Okay," Jin says, gently. "Whatever you need."
He releases Jungkook& #39;s hand. "Stay."
"Hyung?" Jimin says.
"Stay," Yoongi says. "Here."
"Okay," Jin says, gently. "Whatever you need."
He shuts the door behind him (he& #39;ll hear it opening, if any of them try to sneak away), and makes his rounds of the apartment. He gets Namjoon& #39;s fancy cooling-gel pillow, Jimin& #39;s fuzzy slippers, the softest blanket he can find in the omegas& #39; room, Hoseok& #39;s sheets, light and thin.
He takes everything back to the pack, drops his gifts onto the bed in a pile, and hopes it& #39;s enough. He scans all their faces, opens his mouth so he can taste their scents on the air. Please, he thinks. Please, please, stay.
Jimin steps forward first, unsure, careful.
Jimin steps forward first, unsure, careful.
But he smiles, softly, says, "These are for us?"
Yoongi& #39;s tongue is too big for his mouth, but he says, "Do you like it?"
Taehyung climbs into the bed, runs his hands down the blanket Yoongi brought for him. "This is nice," he says. "Thank you for taking care of us."
Yoongi& #39;s tongue is too big for his mouth, but he says, "Do you like it?"
Taehyung climbs into the bed, runs his hands down the blanket Yoongi brought for him. "This is nice," he says. "Thank you for taking care of us."
The relief is dizzying. Taehyung wants to be here. The pack will follow Taehyung, he knows, and they do. One by one, they get into his bed. He climbs in after them, but none of them smell enough like him, there& #39;s too much...other. Soap and shampoo. They& #39;re so clean. It& #39;s awful.
He pins the betas down first, bites and licks and rubs against them until his scent is all across their skin, and then he goes for Hoseok. The other alpha& #39;s body is stiff beneath his, but he doesn& #39;t fight.
"It& #39;s okay," Hoseok says. "It& #39;s...just do it fast, okay?"
Yoongi does.
"It& #39;s okay," Hoseok says. "It& #39;s...just do it fast, okay?"
Yoongi does.
When he lets Hoseok up and sits back, Namjoon is staring at him with narrowed eyes, cautious. Yoongi wants to scent him and to hurt him. He wants Namjoon to stay, and he wants Namjoon to get out. Namjoon shouldn& #39;t be here. There shouldn& #39;t be two dominant alphas in one place.
But Yoongi breathes in, and Namjoon& #39;s scent is as familiar and beloved as his own heartbeat. He shouldn& #39;t be here, but he& #39;s supposed to be, somehow, so Yoongi swallows down the warning growl rising in his throat and leans forward. Namjoon& #39;s nostrils flare, but he doesn& #39;t move.
And then he extends his arm, turns it so his wrist is exposed. It& #39;s a lesser scent gland, it& #39;s nothing as good as his neck would be, but Yoongi understands. He brushes his own wrist up against it, once, twice, before Namjoon snarls, shows his teeth, says, "Enough, I can& #39;t."
Namjoon still smells like himself, but there& #39;s a tiny bit of Yoongi on him now, and it& #39;s not good, but it& #39;s better, bearable, and then there& #39;s a sudden pulse of a scent so sweet it makes Yoongi feel a hunger and a yearning and an ache beyond words, beyond anything.
He turns to look, and the omegas are waiting for him.
They& #39;re sitting side by side, hands clasped together. They smell nervous and excited and needy. Yoongi& #39;s blood rushes hot beneath his skin. He growls, as loud as he can, hopes they like what they hear.
They& #39;re sitting side by side, hands clasped together. They smell nervous and excited and needy. Yoongi& #39;s blood rushes hot beneath his skin. He growls, as loud as he can, hopes they like what they hear.
Jungkook& #39;s pupils dilate, huge and black, and then Taehyung& #39;s.
"Oof," Jimin says. "That& #39;s..."
"A lot of pheromones," Jin says. "Holy shit."
Yoongi lunges. He drags them both down, slots one of his thighs between each of their legs, grinds down.
"Oof," Jimin says. "That& #39;s..."
"A lot of pheromones," Jin says. "Holy shit."
Yoongi lunges. He drags them both down, slots one of his thighs between each of their legs, grinds down.
He goes straight for their throats, bites harder and harder and harder still until the skin is all red and shiny with saliva, and he smells slick slick slick, on both of them. He wants to say something, tell them how incredible they smell, how pretty they are, how good for him.
But it will take too long, he needs them now, he can& #39;t waste time on words, so he pulls at their clothing, desperate to have it gone gone gone so nothing will be in his way. Jin and Jimin help, when they see what he wants. They help him strip them down and lay them bare.
He kisses his way down Jungkook& #39;s belly, nips at Taehyung& #39;s hipbones, nudges both their legs open with his head so he can get at the slick on their thighs, lap at it with his tongue, back and forth between the two of them.
"Over," he says. "Turn over."
"Over," he says. "Turn over."
Yoongi slips his fingers inside Taehyung, once the omegas are on their bellies, licks into Jungkook& #39;s hole until the younger omega whines. With his nose right in their most intimate place, he can smell how ready they are. They& #39;re young, healthy, willing. He can pup them.
He mounts Taehyung, first, pulls him up onto his knees with his face buried in the pillows, and sinks in. He& #39;s so wet, and tight, and Yoongi can feel the pleasure in every part of him, curling his toes, buzzing in his fingertips.
Taehyung& #39;s hands clutch at the blankets.
Taehyung& #39;s hands clutch at the blankets.
"Is it too much?" Jin says. "Tae?"
"I can make him stop," Namjoon says.
Yoongi snaps his teeth in the other alpha& #39;s direction. Try it, he thinks. Just you fucking try it.
"No," Taehyung says. "It& #39;s so...fuck, I can& #39;t...it feels incredible."
Jungkook whimpers.
"I can make him stop," Namjoon says.
Yoongi snaps his teeth in the other alpha& #39;s direction. Try it, he thinks. Just you fucking try it.
"No," Taehyung says. "It& #39;s so...fuck, I can& #39;t...it feels incredible."
Jungkook whimpers.
Yoongi buries himself deep, drags out slow, pushes back in. He wants to come, feels the pressure building in his balls, so he does, a little, a quick release that makes Taehyung claw at the mattress, but that does nothing to drown the fire in his veins.
He& #39;s not done. He has to make sure it takes, that Taehyung& #39;s pupped properly. He folds himself over Taehyung& #39;s back, bites across his shoulders, and fucks and fucks and fucks.
Jungkook& #39;s hips are working against the mattress, and his pupils are blown. He keens, high, upset.
Jungkook& #39;s hips are working against the mattress, and his pupils are blown. He keens, high, upset.
Jin touches Yoongi& #39;s shoulder, carefully. "Can we help Jungkook?"
"Mine," Yoongi says. "He& #39;s mine."
"We know," Jin says. "We know that. We& #39;ll just make it easier for him to wait. Your pheromones are...I think he& #39;s hurting, a little bit. We& #39;ll just help him until you& #39;re ready."
"Mine," Yoongi says. "He& #39;s mine."
"We know," Jin says. "We know that. We& #39;ll just make it easier for him to wait. Your pheromones are...I think he& #39;s hurting, a little bit. We& #39;ll just help him until you& #39;re ready."
