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Standing at the starting line on a muddy trail that leads into the woods, Namjoon wonders if this was a terrible idea. He hears the faint rustle of leaves from the trees above and peeks at other omegas gearing up for the chase next to him. 

They're all non-mated young wolves, more or less around Namjoon's age. The betas were deep inside the forest and the omegas stood at the line, ready to be hunted by alphas who would be let into the woods a while later. Some faces he's familiar with—he waves a hand at one of the wolves he works with at the pup care center—and some he's only ever seen around. But all reeking of in-season pheromones, heady and heavy in the air. 

If Namjoon wasn't so occupied with mentally drawing the map of the woods or recounting the trees he'd subtly marked to show him the way to his hideout, he'd have noticed the increasing pace of his heartbeat as the seconds ticked by. A prelude to mask the fact that he was participating in the annual mating run. Had woken up early in the morning unsuccessfully trying to convince his halmeoni for the millionth time, and then showed up with no other alternative. 

The mating run—categorized as a bonding routine was more or less a way to find, catch and then mate. Something that seemed barbaric but also a celebration of honoring the way of wolves. 

Despite what he'd learned, Namjoon had vehemently refused to run in the hunt after his coming-of-age ceremony. A lot of years had passed by since then and all seemed well until his halmeoni felt the need to take the matter into her own hands. 

His halmeoni was a stubborn old lady, after all. A hot-tempered omega that listened to no one but herself and stood her ground until she had her say. 

Namjoon was two when his parents left him with her to go on a trading trip to another territory they never returned from. Six when he realized he was one of the few that had no parents to teach hunting and to wrestle with. And nine when the weight of death hung heavily on his callow mind. 

Orphaned, he may be, but Namjoon never felt the absence of his parents. Not with his halmeoni around. She made her existence known, keeping Namjoon away from the cruelties of being a vulnerable omega in the tribe. 

It wasn't easy, but being born scentless had to be the icing on the marvelous cake he called life. 

Unlike the wolves Namjoon grew up with, he had no distinct scent that set him apart. 

And that was such a shitty irony, wasn't it? 

For animals that worked primarily on scent, being born an omega without one had to be the nail in the coffin. It pained him even more, considering how much Namjoon longed for wolves to scent and nibble at. 

The wolves he grew up with were extremely territorial as younglings, marking each other with their snouts and bites until they were all soaked in happy,  bonding pheromones. They made a warm puppy pile in the sun and something inside Namjoon whimpered and begged to be included.  Unfortunately for him, the pups were far from kind about his condition, often isolating him in an attempt to fend him away. 

A part of him even grew to hate himself for something he had no control over. But not his halmeoni. She scoured all the lands surrounding their tribe in search of a cure and walked rocky roads with her cane all in quest of a herb she heard out of other wolves’ mouths. 

“Being born differently doesn't make you any less worthy.” She'd say, narrowed eyes full of a strange conviction that made Namjoon's heart lighter. 

At twenty-five, Namjoon still feels the words ringing in his ears, distorted and distant but just as cogent as the first time. 

“Looks like she finally convinced you.” Comes a familiar voice and Namjoon whips around to face Jimin, a knowing smirk stretching his lips as he strides closer. 

“More like she threatened me.” Namjoon huffs out through a pout, rolling his eyes. 

“About time, if you ask me.” Jimin half mumbles, letting his eyes scan the wolves around them. “Got an eye on any hunter?”

“Don't you know me at all?” 

That pulls out a gruff chuckle from Jimin. “I do,” he retorts easily. “And I also know you deserve the best.”

“Thanks, but the best for me would be to stay in my nest and crochet for the winter.” Namjoon smiles lopsidedly. 

“Winter is months away, Joonie-hyung,” Jimin whines in irritation. 

“There's no harm in being prepared.” Namjoon counters, eyes glancing away from Jimin's face. “Besides, the more I make the more I can barter for some meat. Halmeoni's getting old, y’know.”

Something knowing flashes across Jimin's face. Quick enough to go unnoticed. “Oh, you won't have to worry about that,” he grins innocuously, eyes turning into small crescents. 

Namjoon cocks a brow in suspicion. “Do you know something I don't?” 

Mirth bleeds into Jimin's eyes, quickly morphing into a sly smile. “A little birdie told me you won't be spending a lonely winter this time.”

Namjoon's jaw falls wide open, eyes frozen in place. Surely he didn't hear that wrong. “You're lying,” he lets out flatly, not convinced in the slightest. 

“I swear to the moon I'm not.” 

“What do you mean? Does an alpha want to hunt me? Who—wait,  who told you this? Are they from our tribe? Is this a neighboring tribe?”

“Easy.” Jimin teases with a click of his mouth. “You'll find out eventually.”

Namjoon flusters in his spot, turning as red as the setting sun. Yeah. No way. How did he never consider this possibility? Sure, he's had his fair share of a few alphas who've pursued him in the past, but that's only until they realize Namjoon's condition, and then it's the usual backtracking he's long since learned to ignore. Because alphas more than any caste of wolves were big on scent marking. Operated more on instincts than on physicality. 

To consider someone wanting to hunt him in a chase that was driven by scent? Not plausible. “Only if they catch up,” he lets out in a small voice, not ready to inflate his expectations. “There's no way they can trace me,” he continues and then glances up at Jimin, biting his lower lip. “They can't possibly smell me, right?” comes a whisper, a few seconds too late. 

“Do you want them to trace you?” Jimin questions back, “You know with halmeoni getting you to run tonight, do you want to be hunted at all?” 

Honestly? He's wanted it for quite some time now. Wanted to be claimed and mated, bitten by another wolf until he felt connected in that visceral sense. Until he felt every pulse, every breath. He wanted everything he had previously accepted he couldn't have. 

“It's not possible,” he blurts out instead, barely concealing the frown on his face. 

“That's not what I asked. What will you do when they catch you?”

A shiver runs down the column of Namjoon's spine, starting somewhere near his scent gland till it reaches between his legs. Uninvited, an image springs into his head: a large wolf catching him by the nape, dark eyes all over his naked skin, a single huge hand pinning both his wrists over his head, holding him down as he gets pounded till it burns— 

Namjoon swallows dryly, cutting that train of thought midway. “If they catch me. Whatever. It doesn't make any sense.” Hope. Stupid-stupid, sticky hope. He can't let it haul him away like this. No. With a soft sigh, he asks, “Are you patrolling tonight?” 

“Yep,” Jimin answers, courteous enough not to push. “That reminds me, I’ll have to get going. I came here to wish you. Good luck!” he beams with a small wave, turning on his heels. “I'll see you after the ceremony, don't play too hard to get, yeah?”

“No promises.” Namjoon gives him a close-lipped smile before turning away to face the forest with a wistful sigh. 

It takes a while but before he notices it, it's almost time for the hunt to begin. 

The sky above him is starting to burn in shades of pink and orange, birds and bees making a trip back home. Some more wolves join them, stumbling towards a group they're acquainted with. Most of them are dressed in simple kilts, made to be torn by alphas to have easy leeway. Unruly insinuation floods heat into Namjoon's gut, his fingers curling around the hem of his dress reflexively. 

Right that instant, Jimin's words echo in his ears. Someone had laid a claim on him. Could it be? 

Namjoon swallows thickly as he gazes at the omegas around him, most of them eyeing the direction from where the alphas would be set free. A whiff of their eager scents and realization comes slinking into his mind like a slab of ice. 

He wasn't the same. There was no way the alpha could find him. He couldn't have what they had. 

Maybe it was a mistake. A misunderstanding, even. What else could have anyone hunting an omega like Namjoon? 

This could all be a joke, whispers an ugly part of Namjoon's brain. Maybe part of an elaborate plan to set Namjoon up to have him leave the tribe. 

To get rid of the odd one out once and for all. Leave him rabid enough to turn into a lone wolf. 

Packless. 

He swallows thickly, ignoring the lump forming at the back of his throat. The fort inside his head tumbles down, flooding out a torrent of more repressed thoughts. One worse than the other. 

If only he had a scent, if only he was normal. 

If only. 

It was only wishful thinking. He'll have to tamp down the little ball of fire in his belly. It's futile to expect when all he's met with are disappointments.

He'd heard it in the past,  hadn't he? 

“It's a pity Namjoonie was born this way, otherwise I'm sure there'd be several alphas fighting over who gets to mount him. After all, he's a Kim, a prominent breed in the tribe.”

He really shouldn't do this to himself. 

With a tired breath, Namjoon shakes off those thoughts from his mind. Winter was approaching steadfastly and he had to be prepared for a long night ahead. These errant thoughts would only make it longer. Harder. 

The call of the chase blares into the air right then, loud and shrill, jolting Namjoon out of his head. All the omegas rush to line up next to each other, faces brimming with a mix of nervousness and excitement. The scent in the air spikes with pheromones and Namjoon takes a long shaky breath, bracing himself for the hunt.

The tribe's head alpha steps in and the murmurs quiet down to a hush immediately. “Welcome to the annual mating ceremony!” the alpha shouts, eyes panning across all the wolves at the line as his two omegas watch him from behind. “All wolves of the tribe are strictly instructed to follow the marked trails of the chase. The betas, as always, are allowed an hour head start, waiting deep inside the forest and the alphas would be released shortly after the omegas.” 

All eyes snap towards the entrance of the trail. Namjoon clenches and unclenches his fist with a bated breath, composure crumbling like a hut in a storm. 

“Once an alpha hunts his catch in the chase, they shall mark the wolf with a claiming bite and end the hunt immediately,” he pauses briefly, letting his eyes drift towards the sky. 

The infamous claiming bite, Namjoon had heard a few omegas gossip at the care center, would put an omega into a temporary heat that gave mating and possible pupping a higher chance. A heat Namjoon had no experience with ever since his first one. How would you? Mocks a voice in his head that sounds eerily similar to his halmeoni. If spending all your days buried in work or your nest, is all you do.

It's fine. He didn't need it, anyway. 

When he tunes back in, he finds the pack alpha lifting a hand in the air and curling it into a fist. From a faraway distance, a collective rumble echoes into the sky, bringing along a cloud of thick alpha pheromones. 

It's time. Namjoon hauls his eyes at a trail less traveled and wipes his clammy hands, getting into position. 

Eyes holding a fire of a thousand suns, the pack alpha roars out a thunderous,  “Let the hunt begin!” 

Within moments, Namjoon is on his feet, galloping across a puddle and sprinting into the darkness of the woods like an arrow piercing through the sky. He doesn't bother looking back or stepping into other wolves’ ways as long as he's on the right path. In his peripheral vision, he catches sight of a few omegas following closely behind him until he takes a steep turn that puts him on a different trail. This one's familiar even if it's far muddier and damp compared to the main route, leading up to a small stream on the edge of the territory. 

Perhaps it was the genetic coding from years before, urging him to run – to run as fast as he could. Or maybe it was the in-season pheromones that had him tumbling and leaping, the starved omega inside him prancing around gleefully at all the bonding pheromones. Or the instinct itching beneath his skin, seeking a mate in all its animalistic glory. Bare and raw.

But Namjoon gives in even if it's a fleeting notion. Lets his wolf take the reins as he runs into the darker patches of the forest, body brimming with hot blood. 

Somewhere in the middle of the underbrush, a faint sound of a horn splits the air.  Even from several hundred feet away, Namjoon is quick to notice an immediate surge of delectable alpha pheromones that have him faltering in his step, almost going dizzy with the intensity. He hears a collective howl and then it dawns on him: the alphas were released into the open. 

The cognizance has the back of Namjoon's neck prickling, fine strands of hair standing taut. The omega inside him whines and hops around but he doesn't stop sprinting even as he loses his breath. 

Namjoon knew the forest like the back of his hand, grew up running and shifting here as a pup. He spent bright summers gathering wild berries, catching sunshine under his lashes and dewdrops on his tongue. But here, barefooted on the damp forest floor and with no fur over his skin, it feels foreign. Different.  

And despite the cloak of uncertainty and apprehension sticking to him like a second skin, his wolf feels an elation like no other. Maybe, in some altruistic way, that's the point of the ceremony. To be the way they were born to be. 

He's not sure how far he reaches but when he stops to catch his breath, he finds the moon peaking between smoky clouds halfway across the sky. The air around him feels heavier and colder, carrying undertones of oncoming winter. When it falls over his skin, bare beneath the flimsy dress covering him, he can't help the shiver that wrecks out of him. 

He leans back on a boulder, snapping his eyes shut and soaking the night air. It's probably a handful of miles from the starting line if his estimation is accurate and there's no noise around him except for the chattering insects. Surely no alpha is going to look this way when there are plenty of wolves available on the main route. Far easier and more willing. 

Even if his mind insists on feeling relief, Namjoon can't deny the tiny pang of sadness that floats in his belly. There's no way the alpha could find him here, especially not with so many scents permeating the air. 

Distantly he wonders if the hunter who wanted him had given up already, trading for a better-smelling omega or a beta. Someone that they'd rejoice in tracking down, probably knotting them until they traded bites that would bloom red and blue at sunrise. 

An awful whine bubbles out of Namjoon's throat and he tenses in his spot. The thought of a faceless alpha and someone that wasn't him—“‘m being silly,” he mumbles to himself, sniffing a little. 

Reflexively he runs his fingers on his neck, reaching the scent gland below his right ear. The skin below feels empty without a bite and he hisses at the sensitivity. He knows a part of him longs for a bite there, a lovely reminder that he belongs to someone. Belongs somewhere. 

Too lost in his thoughts, it takes Namjoon a moment to process the deep growl that rumbles from behind him. And when he does, he freezes in his spot, body going pale in an instant. 

Sirens blare in his head at once, heart taking a plunge behind his ribs. Before his brain can catch up, Namjoon turns around and lifts his gaze with carefully measured movements. 

Standing there with fur as dark as the night sky, eyes dripping alpha gold and ravenous desire in equal intensity is a massive wolf,  probably the biggest Namjoon's ever come across. 

The wolf's gaze is sharp, eyes piercing deep into Namjoon's soul. The look has Namjoon quivering in his spot and before he knows it, he's leaking slick from between his legs. Shit. Is that—is that supposed to happen? 

The wolf’s nostrils flare instantly, eyes dilating as a low snarl rips out of its mouth. A tingle of heat crawls up Namjoon's spine and he bites his lip, struggling to keep his eyes away from the wolf. 

The reaction is quick and within seconds the air around them is doused in alpha pheromones, leaving an undercurrent of musky sandalwood and vetiver. Hunger. 

He's got no time to freak out, the omega inside him perks up at the pheromones in the air. It's not hard to place the scent and the familiarity has Namjoon's heart dropping into the pits of his stomach. 

He knew that scent closely. He knew who this was. 

Another whiff of the air and Namjoon's breath stutters to a halt. 

How could it be?  

Kim Seokjin; the prime contender for head alpha and also the most eligible bachelor in the tribe. Face and body carved to perfection, charming, oh-so-kind, and easily the man of his dreams if Namjoon dared to admit it out loud. 

“Hyu—hyungnim,” he whispers, wide eyes blinking at the way Seokjin's wolf ears twitch up. 

The wolf steps in front with a growl, one huge paw leaving a print behind. A bolt of static zips through Namjoon's nerves, making him fumble back like a coyote cub caught in a forest fire.

Slick drips down his legs from the movement,  making him shudder as another wave gushes out. Seokjin leans down to sniff, a warm snout grazing over the skin under Namjoon's jaw. 

Namjoon's barely aware of the way he leans into the touch, baring his neck and snapping his eyes shut. Seokjin's breath leaves a trail of fire on his skin, lighting something Namjoon had never felt before. 

A warm tongue licks across his scent gland and Namjoon gasps. Something coils and twists in his gut when Seokjin does it again. 

Spurred on by Namjoon's reactions, Seokjin licks a fat stripe across Namjoon's jaw till it reaches his collarbones. Namjoon goes breathless instantly, a barely audible “oh,” tumbling out of his mouth. 

Seokjin’s eager with his intent, licking and nuzzling Namjoon’s skin. Namjoon grips his hands over Seokjin's fur, afraid he'll fall. The urge for a bite simmers inside his belly, hot and red like lava, gliding down between his legs. Warmth over his cunt. 

Seokjin's long tongue reaches Namjoon's neck and his knees cave in. Even as he falls, Seokjin doesn't stop, licking and leaving his scent all over Namjoon's skin like he needed the claim more than anyone. 

When Seokjin's teeth scrape over his gland just barely, Namjoon flinches away like he's burned and gapes at him. Unblinking, a hand crawls up to cover his skin and he watches as the wolf's eyes snap open to blaze red in annoyance. 

The fog that had been floating over Namjoon's mind zips away and clarity sinks in. 

Seokjin had been grooming Namjoon for a bite. 

The thought has him trembling all over, static over his nerve endings. He had been groomed for a claiming bite. A bite Seokjin wanted to place on his skin— holy shit! 

“H-Hyung—you—” Namjoon stutters, unable to thread the words on his tongue. 

Seokjin prowls closer, eyes sharp as a dagger flitting over every inch of Namjoon's skin. Namjoon crawls back with a gulp, hands fisting the sides of his dress. Seokjin is intense, determined, and relentless in the way he inches closer. Namjoon feels his heart hammering behind his ribs. Drums in the wild. 

In a flash, Seokjin shifts into a very handsome, very naked— so naked man. Seokjin's so gorgeous up close that Namjoon can't help but stare, feeling conscious of his own features. He barely gets a breath out before Seokjin dives into his neck, nosing the skin there with a soft hum. “Hm, you smell like me,” he breathes, a content sigh rolling off the words. 

Namjoon's cunt throbs, a delicious ache skittering over the nerve endings. He needs to be mortified, shying away from Seokjin's godforsaken touch but he's never been scented like this, touched like this, and frankly, he's beyond feeling sorry for the way his body reacts to another wolf's touch. 

He's on the forest floor, gravel and loam greeting him with a rough touch but it only makes it better. Slick gushes out of him with every exhale, with every electric touch of Seokjin's lips over his neck. 

Seokjin seems to catch the sugary tinge in the air, pausing for a second before sliding his hands underneath the hem of Namjoon's dress. The warmth from his hand is tantalizing and Namjoon hates how much he craves more of his touch. Seokjin's fingers glide over Namjoon's inner thigh, deeper into the curve until the tips graze the swell of his clit – feather-light, just enough to feel torturous. 

“What’re you doing—oh my god!” Namjoon squeaks and jolts away when Seokjin nips at his gland, fingers still feathering his slick cunt. 

Still, Seokjin's hold is strong. He doesn't let Namjoon pull away, crawling closer until their faces are inches apart. “I've been going insane ever since I first laid my eyes on you,” he starts, voice hoarse and heavy as his lips graze the shell of Namjoon's ear. “Even when I was cautious, you always had me hanging on the edge. And now that I have you here, smelling like me and looking as infuriatingly beautiful as you always have—” he pauses, hot breath on Namjoon's lips as one hand snakes over his waist to grip him close, “—what do you think I should be doing?”

The words shock a gasp out of Namjoon, mind flushing out all coherence for a moment. He swallows down the breathy whine that threatens to slip out of his mouth even as he unsuccessfully fails in hiding his smile. It's fine, it's a stupid smile that makes his cheek hurt. Nothing more.  

When he dares to lift his gaze and meet Seokjin's unblinking—gold eyes, a foreign fluttery feeling swooshes inside his stomach. It makes him want to leap into Seokjin's arms and curl into him until he's had a fill of his warmth. 

He's barely processing the words—probably replaying it a thousand times in his head—when he blurts out something that he can't string back in. “You can't bite me without catching me first.” 

He's surprised at his own words, empty bravery dripping the edge of the syllables. Shit. Seokjin pulls back with a cocked brow and a smirk, a finger circling the delicate skin over his pubic bone. Namjoon bites his lower lip and ducks his head down.

“Is that so?”

His omega leaps and whines inside, struggling to contain the exhilaration of a chase. “Uh—y-yes.”

Seokjin's lips curl into a slow amused smile and he pulls his hand out to grab at Namjoon's dress. “And when I hunt you down, I'll rip this thing off in one go and fuck you into the dirt, got it?”

The words feel like honey on his skin, dripping into spots he's never felt before. “H-Hyung.”

Unperturbed, Seokjin pulls back, standing a foot away and the lack of his touch makes Namjoon want to curl up into a ball and die a little. “Run,” Seokjin commands, all the mirth leaving his face in one syllable. 

“What?”

“You heard me. Run.”

Without needing to be told again, Namjoon scrambles up and dashes out of his spot, heart racing a thousand miles per minute. Seokjin's quick to spring into action, a growl reverberating in his chest as he shifts back into a wolf and chases behind Namjoon. 

Seokjin's extremely fast. Faster than most wolves. But then again, most wolves were not running for tribe alpha either. Yet, Namjoon's omega only prompts him to run harder. Maybe it's instinct. Omegas didn't give in so easily and Namjoon was no different, scentless or not. 

It's difficult outrunning a wolf who's trained like a warrior but not entirely impossible. Seokjin looks absolutely determined, amber-gold eyes narrowed on Namjoon's back as he steers behind him closely. But Namjoon knows he'll have to play it smart so he can distract Seokjin enough to lose him. 

Make him work before he gets to have him. 

When Seokjin comes too close momentarily, Namjoon dodges and squeals as he runs into the underbrush again. He's almost entirely sure Seokjin could outrun him any day, catch him by his scruff and make him submit if he needed to. Yet, he's here, playing Namjoon's silly little game of hide and seek even when he could end it all in a snap of his fingers. 

The thought has Namjoon giddy, this strong, determined beast of a wolf, chasing after him. All with the intent to claim him. It sends tingles of jittery sparks crawling all over his body till it reaches his cunt. 

Taking advantage of his size, Namjoon ducks and squeezes through the slender trunks of birch and slithers into the close spaces of pine barks. The dress he's wearing catches on one of the peeling barks and the tear of the fabric has him gasping, more when he realizes he's almost bare on his lower half. Leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Still, the trick works like a charm. Seokjin growls loudly when he's unable to get through, sending Namjoon giggling into the thick patch of oak trees. Tingly at having outwitted the hunter. 

The loam under Namjoon's feet turns damp and he realizes he's closer to the stream, his hideout almost within his reach. With quick movements, he scans for the marks he'd left on the trees to guide him to his hideout and breaks into a sprint. 

Now almost naked, he moans as his wet labia glide against each other, sending a ripple of pleasure licking up his stomach. It makes him slow down, a breathless gasp falling between his lips when it feels insufficient. 

He knows he can't be generous with the time he's got. So he takes off running again. He glances over his shoulder just to make sure he's outrunning Seokjin, only to slam face-first into something and trip over with an embarrassing yelp. He braces himself for a fall that never comes and when he blinks his eyes open it's to feel the softness of wolf fur under his skin and heady alpha pheromones all over him. 

For one hazy moment, he feels like he's lost his sense, head floating like he's eaten a herb he wasn't supposed to. Rubbing at the burn on his forehead he squints to find a giant wolf with rich brown fur and fire-red eyes staring up at him. His eyes widen, flit away and then he does a double take just to make sure he's not dreaming.  

He didn't need to breathe in the wolf's pheromones to place the scent in his mind. Not when he knew it all too well. Although, the titillating scent of bergamot and hazelnut was quite telling. 

“Jungkook?!” Namjoon whisper-yells, eyes as wide as saucers. 

Granted he's known Jungkook for most of his life; even grew up extremely fond of the alpha heir of the tribe and then a little more when he got his alpha rage and turned extremely protective of Namjoon. But the alpha still had his own set of mysteries Namjoon could barely unravel. Which, right now, would be his presence at Namjoon's hideout instead of chasing after another wolf. 

When the wolf's eyes pan down to reach his bare lower half, Namjoon winces and tries to cross his legs in a pathetic attempt to save what's left of his dignity. “I'm—” he swallows, curling in on himself. God, what was one supposed to say in a situation like this? “I—uh, I was running from Jin-Hyung and it tore on the way here,” he pulls a face, squirming in his spot and growing hot under Jungkook's fixed gaze. 

A trickle of his slick slides down his legs and Namjoon shudders and just about dies with mortification, all his justification withering away from his tongue. Kill me, he groans internally. 

To add fuel to the flame, Jungkook's pheromones tinge a notch higher right then. Raw desire in waves and ripples. When Namjoon glances back at the wolf's face, it's in time to see Jungkook's blazing eyes turn half-lidded,  a long tongue peaking out to lick outside its mouth. 

Namjoon swallows around a dry mouth and exhales shakily. Unmoving, Jungkook takes a long, deliberate breath, looking like a stone in the middle of a river. Frighteningly calm and nothing like a caged beast in a mating run. 

Maybe it's the pheromones in the air. Maybe it's his omega—maybe it's just Jungkook. The handsome, kind,  rowdy wolf he'd grown to think of in pink-tinted glasses on mellow nights. But Namjoon doesn't break away when Jungkook's gaze pricks into his skin, sharp eyes full of a strange longing. It seeps into his bones and he feels naked in more ways than one. 

Off in the distance, a piercing howl cracks the quiet, startling a few nearby birds into flight. The call of an alpha asserting his claim into the air. Namjoon startles out of his stupor and pulls himself off the wolf's body. “I'll just,” he starts, dusting off a few stray leaves stuck over him and uselessly trying to cover his cunt with a hand. “I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I didn't mean to run into you. Fuck—it's just, Jin hyung—ah, never mind. I'll just be on my way—”

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook shifts and stands upright, his chiseled body and gaze a lot sharper in his human form. Even with eyes so big and bright, Jungkook's jawline seems to be carved out of stone. 

And his scent—the scent that always has Namjoon weak in his knees, barely able to function—saturates more.

With a resigned sigh, Namjoon lets himself stare, his heart taking a plunge as his eyes flit down to Jungkook's body. The bulge of his biceps, the veins on his arms, the fine hair on his chest, a v-line with a happy trail, strong thighs, and his ridiculously massive alpha cock. 

Some unhinged part of Namjoon wonders what it would be like to have both Seokjin and Jungkook chasing him, turning merciless when they claim him with a bloody bite. Two bites, his mind corrects. Was he being greedy? 

“—for my heart?” 

“S-sorry?” Namjoon stammers, forcing his eyes to stay on Jungkook's distractingly handsome face. 

One corner of his lips curling into a serpentine grin, Jungkook takes a step towards Namjoon. Closer. 

Instinctively, Namjoon staggers back, eyes turning pallid and wide. Something sweeps down his insides, something he's sure must be fear but feels more like sweet anticipation. A few more steps and before he knows it, his back hits a tree trunk, and Jungkook's right over him, hands on the sides of Namjoon's head - effectively pinning him in place. 

“Have you got no mercy for my heart?” Jungkook repeats, one hand sliding down Namjoon's body to grab the meat on his ass. Rough callused hands over the soft skin and A big palm scooping a fistful to squeeze it hard enough to leave a bruise. 

“Jung—” Namjoon gasps, hips bucking into Jungkook's touch without meaning to. 

They're barely a breath apart, closer than Namjoon's ever had him before. Jungkook's searing skin burns Namjoon where it meets. But the ache leaves him longing for more.

Heart muddled with unruly noise, Namjoon's eyes sweep down to Jungkook's lips. 

Jungkook's other hand reaches down, halting just below Namjoon's navel. A little swirl of movement on the soft skin there. He leans in and Namjoon watches the way his jaw clenches, a restrained growl in his voice when he says: “I'm always one goddamn breath away from devouring every inch of you till you're begging me to stop and you come in here looking like this?” 

Namjoon barely gets a breath out when Jungkook pulls away abruptly and just plunges his fingers into the warmth of his wet cunt. 

“Jungkook!” Namjoon chokes out, a whimper leaving his voice that clearly belies his reprimand. “You can't just— fuck!”  

“Why not?” Jungkook questions defiantly and to make a point, the bastard flicks the pad of his thumb over the hood of Namjoon's clit, sending a jolt of shiver across his body. 

“You—” Namjoon gasps—or well, it sounds more like a trapped breath in his throat, head going floaty with the touch. Nerves aflame. 

Jungkook's fingers reach down, parting his swollen folds open until Namjoon's slick is drenching his fingers. “Your pussy's soaking wet already,” he rasps, scraping his teeth against the soft skin on Namjoon's neck. “You've been desperate for an alpha's cock, hm?”

“No—I—oh god—” A heavy whimper falls out of Namjoon, eyes shying away from Jungkook's face even as he unashamedly spreads his legs further apart. Jungkook's fingers continue to probe and play with his cunt, tips barely grazing his hole. 

Namjoon drips slick each time Jungkook's scent singes the air, heavy with the desire to breed. He's entirely sure his thighs might just be glistening under the moonlight. But Jungkook's hungry eyes shine brighter.  His omega wails at him to give up; to have his face down, ass up in the air for Jungkook to do what he pleases. Keep him full all night. His pussy clenches hard, and the ache for a knot skyrockets. 

“Jungkook—please, please, please!”  Namjoon's not sure what he's begging for, mind and body at odds with each other. His voice breaks into a moan when Jungkook licks right over Namjoon's scent gland, finger prodding his clit again. 

This time the spurt of pleasure that rocks through his body is so intense he almost falls to his knees if not for the strong arms holding him in place. 

“Been dreaming of touching you here.” Jungkook pants into Namjoon's skin, his blunt fingertips scooping and spreading slick all over the cunt. He nudges and pinches his clit a few more times, mouth unwilling to let go of the scent gland. The nerves all over Namjoon's body scream for more. For a release. For anything. 

But the last remnants of rationale remind him of Seokjin, the alpha's eager grooming from before and his gold rut-dazed eyes. “W-wait,” he gasps through a broken moan, “I t-told you to—wait—Jin, Jin hyung's been chasing me.” 

“That's fine. We'll share.” Jungkook answers easily. As if it's so obvious. Then he rips his hand away from Namjoon's cunt and before Namjoon can cry out in muted frustration, he stuffs his fingers into his mouth and sucks on the slick there. “‘new yew'd tas’e ‘s fuckin’ goo’” 

All the sounds Namjoon had tuned out for the past few hours come roaring back into his ears — the cicadas, the rustle of leaves in the night breeze, the flash of water hitting the rocks from the nearby stream, and the howls of the alphas that had just bit into their mates.

Jungkook had just tasted Namjoon's slick—Jungkook, his friend—Jungkook who had his hand in a place Namjoon's never been touched before and so obviously groomed him for a bite. His slobber on Namjoon's neck drips down, and into his collarbones—pooling there for a bit. 

Before he can thread out an appropriate response, he hears a few frantic footsteps from the shrubs behind. 

“There you are.” comes Seokjin's voice, like lava under an active volcano. Ready to flood out and burn him alive. 

Namjoon gulps, veins turning ice cold. He'd caught up. Something throbs under his belly. An empty feeling—an ache, he's not sure. 

Jungkook steps away with an exhale, fingers still around his mouth as he laps up what remains there. 

With nothing to hold onto, Namjoon's legs finally give out and he crumples to his knees, all the air in his lungs rushing out swiftly. 

Seokjin steps closer and Namjoon lifts his gaze to meet their hawk eyes. A tremble flares over his spine, crackling heat all the way down to his tailbone. The cold ground doesn't make it any better. 

Namjoon thought he could manage one wolf. But now there were two. Two extremely hung predators at his heels, reeking of the most delicious alpha pheromones and the lust—the bone-chilling lust that has all his instincts screaming for him to submit, to present his cunt for them. How did he get here?

Jungkook and Seokjin circle around him like they've been honing in on their prey. He feels like a bunny kit caught in between their starved wolf gazes and knowing what they'd do to him if he bore his neck right this instant—a delicious ache thrums between his legs—makes him dribble more into the forest floor. 

“So who gets to bite first?”

Some maniacal impulse prompts Namjoon to run and he stumbles on his knees, ready to skid out of his spot. He hears Jungkook's bones snapping, a feral growl that startles the quiet, and a wolf in place of a human chasing after him. 

“Jungkook-ah. Be gentle.” Seokjin calls after them, a bored condescension in his voice that makes Namjoon all the more petulant. 

In hindsight, it's a terrible fucking decision. Honestly. What was he even thinking when he thought he could outrun Jungkook? 

“Oof—” he hisses when he loses balance and his vision turns groggy. It barely takes Jungkook a three feet plunge before he hauls Namjoon on his ass and brings him down to the ground. He pins his body to the forest floor under his heavy build, barring his shins across the back of his knees. Which, in itself, is quite an easy feat considering Jungkook's agility as a wolf. 

Jungkook shifts once he's pinned Namjoon to the ground and huffs out a long breathy chuckle. He flips Namjoon over and Namjoon's met with his sharp face, a stupidly handsome grin stuck over the corner of his lips. “There,” he gloats with a low growl, “Caught you.”

Just like that, Namjoon's stubborn resolve comes crumbling down like a house of cards. His omega howls in delight and he chances a delicate smile at him. All coy eyes and a fluttery stomach. 

“You caught me.” He hums from his chest, eyes darting from Jungkook's face to Seokjin's. 

In the next moment, Namjoon's world is flipped upside down when Jungkook scoops him into his arms and throws him over his shoulder without as much as a huff. “This what you wanted, you feisty little thing?” he croons and lands a harsh slap on Namjoon's bare ass. 

Namjoon squeaks into Jungkook's back, hands tightening around his body. Who would've thought he'd get hunted by the boy who couldn't meet his eyes the first time they met? 

But of course, Jungkook has grown into a man now. Not just any, but an alpha with hot blood and insane power over the tribe. And then there was Seokjin, the broad-shouldered alpha with a kill count like no other. Ruthless at first but everything Namjoon dreamed of later on. 

Jungkook carries him towards a cave—an alpha's den, Namjoon realizes when they get closer. Seokjin walks closely behind them and Namjoon wonders if they'd planned this, so determined and harmonious in their desire. Maybe he'll have to ask them once they've claimed him. Knowing them, Namjoon knows it wouldn't have been an easy agreement to come to. Who knows, perhaps there's still a bit of some alpha rage hidden beneath the stoic front they've put on. 

If he's lucky he might still get to use that for some fun. 

Once inside, Jungkook tosses him onto the makeshift nest on the ground, adjacent to the fire-lit lamp on the stone wall. Namjoon rolls down with a groan, but really, what else was he expecting from alphas on the brink of a rut? 

As soon as Namjoon's down, Seokjin pounces on him, ripping what little of the dress is left on his body in one go and hauling him up so he’s on his hands and knees, ass up for the taking. 

The fabric is gone, leaving Namjoon naked, bare, and open. He curls into himself with a breathless gasp but Seokjin’s quick to yank Namjoon’s hair back so he’s baring his neck, back arching just slightly. 

“Pretty omega wanted us to earn this cunt,” Seokjin starts, lips grazing the column of Namjoon's neck. “Guess it's worth it, hm?” he adds breathlessly, voice turning hoarse as Namjoon’s unmarked neck gleams golden under the fire. 

“It sure is.” Jungkook's the one to answer, one big palm sliding across the entirety of Namjoon's ass before spreading them apart to expose his glistening slit. 

Namjoon groans and flushes a carmine red. Seokjin's and Jungkook's hold on him feels nice but not enough. He knows why they're here and the agonizing anticipation has him squirming and wriggling around, trying to ease out of their hands. Jungkook lands another stinging slap on his ass that makes Namjoon jerk forward with a soft gasp. “Stay still,” he growls from his throat and before Namjoon can even process the command, he feels a hot tongue slide into his cunt and yelps in surprise. But Jungkook's having none of that. “I said still,” he snarls, dragging Namjoon back by his hips and onto his mouth. 

“Jungkook—wait, hmf—!” Namjoon's protest dies halfway through when he feels Seokjin's lips on his. Seokjin doesn't let him take a breath, pressing their lips more incessantly until it has Namjoon going lax and motionless. 

Jungkook takes his chance. He spreads Namjoon's asscheeks apart and dives in, tongue licking a line right in between his wet folds. Namjoon lets out a soundless cry, writhing in his spot and nearly bucking Jungkook off. 

But Seokjin holds him down, gliding his hand from his hair and cradling his skull as he slides his tongue in. Namjoon moans when Seokjin sinks his wolf fangs into his plush lower lip, tugging on it till he's hissing in pain only to lick into the indent immediately after. 

While Seokjin's lips start grazing down his jaw and his neck, Namjoon is jolted back to focus on the feeling of Jungkook's tongue on his pussy. Jungkook swipes the tip of his tongue at the little nub peeking between his wet folds and Namjoon squeaks and tries to cover his legs. 

But Jungkook's strong if not stubborn. He holds Namjoon still as he continues licking up along Namjoon's pussy lips, till he reaches his clit and then latches his lips around it and sucks hard. 

“Ah— fuck!” Namjoon half whimpers, body trembling as he tries to push back on Jungkook's mouth. 

“He tastes good, huh?” Seokjin runs a tongue over his lip and swallows hungrily, watching Jungkook eat like a starved man. 

“Mhm—fuck—fucking divine.” Jungkook slurps around Namjoon's clit, a finger sneaking in to graze around his hole. “Could stay between his legs forever.” 

As if the lewd words don't get into Namjoon's head enough, Seokjin's big hands trail down Namjoon's neck to grope at his chest. He cups Namjoon's supple mounds, squeezing and kneading them till he's sure they'll bruise, and then flicks a nipple, tweaking them between two crooked fingers. “These gorgeous fucking tits,” he rasps, tweaking it again as Namjoon moans through an exhale, “so unfair.” 

Namjoon trembles like a leaf in a storm, biting his own lips to keep himself from making any sounds. It's too much but too good to complain. 

Right then, Jungkook forces two fingers into Namjoon's hole and revels in the feeling of warmth that envelopes it. Namjoon squeals, jackknifing at the sudden stretch before his eyes roll back into his skull and his legs spasm with an oncoming orgasm. 

It doesn't faze Jungkook one bit.  He pulls back and shoves his fingers back in, faster and faster, mouth still suckling on his little nub. He slobbers on Namjoon's pussy like it's soaked in rice wine. Sweet and hot.

Seokjin's fingers continue playing with his pert nipples and Namjoon's only weak when his orgasm hits him out of nowhere, knees buckling to a fall. He chokes when he spills out, dropping on the floor with a soundless gasp and a full-body spasm. 

Jungkook doesn't pull his hand out, rubbing and stroking Namjoon's sensitive clit as the high of his orgasm wanes over his body. Namjoon gushes out slick like a broken faucet and Jungkook's quick enough to swallow every drop greedily, tongue still stuck on Namjoon's swollen clit like a candy caught in between his teeth. 

“Off,” Seokjin grumbles, shuffling closer and ripping Jungkook away from between Namjoon's legs. Jungkook snarls with bared teeth and roars in refusal, the sound vibrating over Namjoon's fluttering hole and sending another tinge of pleasure shooting up his spine. 

Seokjin doesn't back down, letting out a frighteningly fierce growl. “Play nice!” he snaps, horrifyingly defiant in his stance, “My turn.” 

Namjoon doesn't need to see it to make sure, but the quiet pause that follows is almost spine-chillingly loud in the silence of the cave. It’s not a new cognizance, but knowing Seokjin and Jungkook were two ferocious alphas—both with equally repelling rage and untamed fire—challenging each other for a chance at Namjoon makes his omega preen in happiness. A thrill beyond sensibility. 

Namjoon's still panting heavily, face buried in the pallet when Seokjin flips him onto his back and spreads his legs apart in one swift motion. “Wait—” he tries only to have his plea cut off by Seokjin's haste. 

As soon as Seokjin gets a clear view of Namjoon's pink, wet pussy he swoops in to drag Namjoon to his mouth, startling a broken gasp out of him. 

“I—h-hyeong!” he groans when Seokjin's tongue licks over his spit-slicked sensitive pussy, a strong hand holding the back of his thighs so he doesn't jerk away. 

Ravenous fucking alphas, Namjoon swears internally. Really. Not a whole minute since Jungkook ravaged him and this alpha had his tongue deep in between his folds, tasting every inch of him there. 

“Such a pretty little cunt.” Seokjin rasps darkly, giving kitten licks to Namjoon's inner labia and flicking a finger at his nub. “Can't wait to have it wrapped around my cock.” 

Namjoon's breath stutters, erupting an array of goosebumps all over his body. As much as he likes the idea of being stuffed with an alpha's cock, he's absolutely certain he'll have some trouble with them. Seokjin and Jungkook were extremely well endowed, more than an average alpha—Namjoon gulps when his eyes drift to Jungkook's cock—and the thought of that being inside him, stretching him wide open—

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook swears through his gritted teeth, eyes narrowed on Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon blinks, watching his eyes bleed red the harder he stares. He'd been so focused on having his cunt eaten out, he almost missed the way Jungkook hovered over him. Eyes as dark as a feral alpha's.

Jungkook stares at his chest unblinking and dives down to latch his mouth on a nipple at the same time as Seokjin slips a finger into his drooling hole. “Guh—fuc—wait!”  Namjoon thrashes around in a futile attempt to get away from them. “Slow,” he whines, tears pooling in his eyes. 

Jungkook's relentless, sucking on Namjoon's nipple as his hand sneaks up to tweak the other one. “Too many nights spent thinking about these,” he confesses, voice subdued, then pulls out with a pop and caresses a finger over a wet nipple. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, doesn't waste any time, not patient enough to pull Namjoon apart inch by inch, instead, he goes all out, clearly intent on his own desire. He scissors Namjoon open, carefully searching for that spot that'd get Namjoon dizzy and floaty— “Oh!” Namjoon inhales sharply—there it is. 

Seokjin peeks out from in between Namjoon's thighs and gives him a devious grin, fingers still digging into the softness of Namjoon's thighs. “Got you.” He licks the slick smearing over his lips and dives back in like a pup delighted in finding a forbidden fruit. 

Namjoon arches his neck when Jungkook's hot, wet mouth sends a pulse up his spine, bringing something crackling back down. More so when he kneads his chest and grasps it like a fruit, altering between both. He pools saliva on one nipple and licks all over the areola, leaving them glistening and tingly. Then moves over to the other one and chews on it. 

Unlike Jungkook, Seokjin eats him out with an urgency, an urgency that probably came about with competition. He plays his cunt like a fiddle, plunging his fingers in and out, not missing Namjoon's G-spot. 

It's torturous. Honestly. One over his chest and the other between his legs. If anything, the alphas knew where to touch Namjoon to have him pliant and gone. Reduced to incoherent noises as tears slide down the side of his face. 

Just when he grapples with another wave of an orgasm building its way through his nerves, Jungkook shuffles away and kneels near his head. Then he brushes a finger over Namjoon's lips and taps the head of his cock there, giving it a few pumps lazily. “Open wide, little omega.” comes his words, like a hot knife through butter. 

Omega. How dare he. Jungkook never addressed him by his sub-gender. A little taste of his cunt and this fucking alpha had the audacity— 

Right then, Jungkook forces his cock down his throat, and all the thoughts in Namjoon's head die an instant death. 

“Yah!” Seokjin chides when he gazes up, fingers still pumping in and out of Namjoon, “told you to be gentle, didn't I?” 

“Couldn't help it,” Jungkook replies with a soft exhale, “look at his mouth.” 

Seokjin tsks and goes back to nipping at the little bead between his puffy lips while Jungkook pulls back and slides it in again, much gentler this time. Something curdles inside his stomach and Namjoon shudders at the feeling of Jungkook's massive cock testing the limits of his jaw. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook swears when Namjoon sucks on the head, feeling a tinge of salt, so clearly evident that he's been pent up. 

Seokjin slides his fingers rapidly, the tips right over the G-spot. Along with being filled in his mouth and the way his cunt sucks in Seokjin's touches, suddenly an electric force sweeps over Namjoon's body. From his legs, his cunt, the nerves over his chest, and the pits of his stomach. He feels his hole gush out more than before, still working through the spasming touches of Seokjin's fingers over his clit. It drips down, a wet trail over his rim and between his asscheeks. 

“You like my cock stuffing your mouth?” Jungkook chuckles, carding the hair on Namjoon's forehead and slicking it back. 

Working through the mind-numbing pleasure brimming across his body, Namjoon tries to blink his sanity back. “Hnng.” is all he gets out, mouth full of Jungkook's cock straining his lower jaw. 

“You look so pretty when you cum, makes me want to ruin you more,” he lets out with a smile that must look illegal on someone fucking his face but here he is. Jeon Jungkook. 

Namjoon's face heats up as he looks away, one hand coming to tentatively fist Jungkook's cock. It's hard to take him in completely considering his ridiculous girth, so Namjoon works with what little he can take, licking the underside of his cock and sucking on the red tip. 

Just as he notices a loss of touch in his pussy, he feels a tentative finger rub circles over his rim. “Hyun ff—” Namjoon jolts and squeaks, almost choking on Jungkook's cock when he tries to flinch away. 

Seokjin's hand on his hip is ramrod. “Be a good omega and take me here, yeah?” He says, sounding like Namjoon has no choice but to please his alpha. A sentence laced with a command that demands submission. It has to be repulsive but it makes Namjoon all the more open. Too lost in his omega headspace. 

The back-to-back peaks of pleasure make Namjoon docile enough to take it all so he hums with half-lidded eyes, squirming and panting against Jungkook's cock when Seokjin presses a single finger inside.  

It's a lot tighter there and he can't help but clench hard at the intrusion. “Hyeong, I—” he swallows down a syllable when Seokjin pulls out and pushes it in again. This time, it feels wetter, the slide is easier with Namjoon's slick and bit by bit Namjoon relaxes. 

When Seokjin inserts another finger, Namjoon hisses, not used to the stretch there. “Take a breath,” he soothes, leaning down to lick and suck at his spent pussy. It's distracting enough and Namjoon floats with his words, opening up to let him in. 

Jungkook starts slowly, sliding his cock only enough to let Namjoon breathe. Namjoon pumps his fist over his shaft, tasting the salt as he goes deeper. It's nice having something so huge on his tongue and when he starts suckling on it, Jungkook jerks and sticks it deeper, almost hitting the back of his throat.

“God—fuck!” Jungkook groans, head tipped back and hands on his hips, “it's insane what you do with that tiny mouth.” 

The urge to gag kicks into Namjoon's throat, but he grips his fingers over his thumbs and holds his breath. Jungkook's hand reaches down to grip Namjoon's hair and yanks it back so he can have him still as he fucks into his mouth, little whimpers, and groans filling the air. Namjoon opens wide, eyes rolling back and tearing up as Jungkook uses his mouth like a toy. 

A few more thrusts and Jungkook fucks his cock deep inside Namjoon's mouth and grunts hoarsely, cock spilling into his throat with a rush. “Fuck—fuck, yes.” He moans, still jerking his hips to plunge into Namjoon's mouth. “Drink it all up. Every drop.” 

Namjoon swallows down every dribble of cum, warm and heavy on his tongue. When Jungkook pulls out, he dabs the tip over Namjoon's lips, making him loll his tongue out to sip the last bits. Then he sighs, pulls away, and curls his hair back, “Next time, I'm painting your tits with my cum.” 

Wouldn't that be a sight? A pretty canvas for his unruly alphas. 

When he thinks he's done, Namjoon opens his eyes to find Seokjin's three knuckles deep inside his ass, and hunger rolling off his face in tidal waves. Seokjin scissors him open, stretching that tight ring of muscle to take his cock. Namjoon's eyes pan down his own body, drenched in sweat and alpha pheromones. Even with every bit of coherency leaving his mind, this seems like everything. 

Jungkook jostles Seokjin's shoulders with feverish eyes. “I'll take his cunt.” 

How long had they been doing this? 

Seokjin's on his knees without needing another nudge, leaving a kiss on Namjoon's inner thighs as he hauls him up. Jungkook pulls Namjoon from Seokjin and into his arms, tossing him over his lap. He clearly has a penchant to throw Namjoon around like he's made of nothing and Namjoon's far too dazed to grumble so he lets it slide. 

When Jungkook's seated on the thick pallet, back resting against the cave wall, he brings Namjoon to straddle his thighs. Then he licks his palm and slides it in between Namjoon's legs and over his cunt to feel him up there. “Get on my cock,” he rasps out with the same urgency from back when he caught Namjoon, and Namjoon gulps. 

Jungkook's refractory period seems out of the world and some part of Namjoon is barely even surprised at the fact. “I don't know if it'll fit,” he lets out in a small voice, fists tight on his sides. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh. “I'll make it fit, baby.”

Seokjin's hand sneaks around Namjoon's waist from behind, one finger grazing the soft skin below his navel. He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of Namjoon's ear, and whispers: “Get down quick, pup. I've been starving for you.” Right at the end of his sentence, his other hand grips Namjoon's ass and gives it a firm squeeze. 

Namjoon bites his lip and spreads his legs apart, eyeing Jungkook's intimidating cock as he goes. Considering how much he's been slicking up ever since the chase started he knows the slide would be easy. Jungkook's hands come to grip his hips, fingers grazing the dimples on his back. 

It's a gesture, a small touch that says it's okay, I got you. Despite being rut-frenzied and rough since they hunted him, Namjoon knew this little pause said more about them than they'd let on. 

“Go on,” Jungkook pushes, his big palm warm against his hips as Seokjin draws lazy patterns over the swell of his ass. 

Namjoon positions Jungkook's cock as he kneels, his palm barely engulfing his monstrous girth. The blunt tip touches his entrance and Namjoon snaps his eyes shut, pink blooming over his cheeks and neck in one swift wave. 

“Nuh-uh. None of that.” Jungkook tuts, halting Namjoon in his tracks. “I want you to look me in my eyes when you sink on my cock.”

“Jungoo-ah.” Namjoon whines, a traitorous pout forming on his lips. 

Jungkook reaches over to tip Namjoon's chin up. “Look at me,” he repeats, and Namjoon's nothing if not a weak-weak omega. 

With a shaky exhale tumbling out of his lips, he meets Jungkook's eyes and slips Jungkook's thick cock into his wet, slick hole. Barely an inch and all the remaining air in his lungs gets slapped out of him in one gasp that then sharpens into a wheeze. Every little bit of focus in his head narrows down into a single beam of feeling that hot intense stretch that's splitting him open.  

Yeah. He knew Jungkook's dick is huge. He knew. But taking it in is a whole different story. He spreads his legs further apart as if that'd make it easier. It's not the kind of hurt that makes him get away. No. But the sensation of Jungkook taking over, pushing in slowly, deeper with every little centimeter he goes in and eyes drilling holes into Namjoon's skin is more than intense. The kind he'd never anticipated. 

After a point, he stops breathing, staying still, and then just taking it. 

When he finally sinks all the way to the hilt Namjoon and Jungkook both groan long and deep as Namjoon falls over his chest. It's everything and Namjoon wasn't equipped to feel this, so he tries not to squirm when he feels Jungkook inside him, pulsating,  deep and huge. 

“Perfect pussy, fuck—” Jungkook groans through a low rumble. “So goddamn tight— fuck —so— hng.”

Namjoon's barely gotten used to being crammed when Seokjin reaches between them, knuckles brushing against Namjoon's ass, and rubs the head of his cock against his rim. It feels like teasing, and Namjoon struggles to grunt out his complaint, already feeling stretched tight. 

Luckily, Jungkook's gracious enough to stay still not to overwhelm Namjoon with his movements.

“Now. For my meal.” Seokjin husks out and pumps his cock with the slick that's all over Namjoon's thighs. “Stay still, okay?” 

A hand falls over Namjoon's back and he presses his cock into his stretched asshole. Just barely. But enough to have Namjoon going lax on Jungkook's body. 

This one's a lot more tricky but Seokjin's splendid stretching gets the glide smooth enough for him to have his head breach in without slipping out. The moment it goes through, Namjoon twitches like a fish out of water, mouth hanging open in a soundless scream. 

Jungkook rubs a hand over his back and shushes him just as Namjoon's eyes start tearing up. If he thought Jungkook was huge, Seokjin's no less in comparison. They're almost the same if Namjoon thinks back on it, except Seokjin's cock curves one way and is long and thick where Jungkook's is heavy and broad. 

All in all, Namjoon thinks he'll probably pass out when he pushes in completely. The head catches in and it's a lot already. But that doesn't stop Seokjin from sticking it in further, bit by bit as Namjoon loses his sanity. Or whatever remains. 

Halfway through Seokjin grips Namjoon's hips tight, a trembling hold that tells he's holding back from ramming it all in one go. It's a precarious little thing, yet Namjoon encourages him with a twitch of his hips to let go even a tiny bit. That's all Seokjin needs to breathe in and bury himself deep inside Namjoon. As far as he can go. 

When he's full, Namjoon's panting, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and onto Jungkook's hot skin. “There you go. That's it.” Seokjin soothes him through his stuttered breathing, reaching down and placing butterfly kisses all over Namjoon's back. “Good boy. Good omega. Goo—fuck.”

Good boy. Great. He's stuffed both ways but that's what has him feeling butterflies in his stomach. Pabo-Hyung, Jimin called him on random nights spent on his patrol. Maybe he was right, after all. 

Stuck between them and plugged to the hilt, Namjoon feels like a small, precious thing under their bulk. It's not a feeling he experiences often and that weirdly gets his nerves jumping. 

Tentatively, Jungkook moves just a bit, making Namjoon arch his neck into Seokjin's chest. That reaction prompts Seokjin to roll his hips, a hot glide against his warm walls. 

“Hng—yes.”

Jungkook pulls back out slowly, dragging against the feverish heat of Namjoon's needy cunt. Namjoon mewls when Seokjin's ready to thrust in almost immediately, setting a deliciously brutal rhythm. One after the other, barely giving Namjoon any time to recover. 

“Like that, little omega?” Jungkook rumbles as his eyes gleam gold and the last of his humanness clears out of his face. “That's my cock in your cunt making you cry.” 

“Gguk—please, please fuck.” 

Seokjin slams back into him with a single hard thrust, burying himself balls deep and then pulling back again to wreck Namjoon apart. “So deliciously tight here,” he growls against Namjoon's neck, his fangs scraping the skin there, “made to take my cock.” 

“H-Hyung, ah— ahmgod,” Namjoon chokes with every little thrust that burns his skin and makes him want more. “More, fuck, harder—just ruin me.” 

Something seems to snap in them, tinging the air with a heavy desire because the next thing he knows he's wailing into himself when their slow rhythmic, intentional thrusts turn into a rough pounding that practically tears him apart and reduces him to the dirt beneath them. 

But he loves every bit of it. 

Jungkook grips his neck to hold him still just as Seokjin tightens his hold on his hips. They ram into him, merciless and brutal at their pace, even as the pressure builds inside and threatens to topple over, lighting every nerve-ending and pushing him right up to the precipice. 

Jungkook's cock reaches spots Namjoon could never reach and Seokjin nudges the ones he never knew existed. Together it's a mind-numbing pleasure that he knows he can never hide from. He's slowly being reduced to nothing but a hiccuping drooly mess. But can he really complain? 

Ruin me, he begged. He begged them to do this. And now they were delivering it on a platter just like he asked for.

Part of Namjoon knows he wouldn't be able to handle it. He knows that the orgasm Jungkook and Seokjin were so relentlessly pursuing in his place would absolutely destroy him, leave him rewired in his head and probably even birth a wholly different person in the aftermath.

“Just like that,” Jungkook pants near his ear, his deep voice setting his skin aflame. “Let me, let me fuck my litter into you, yeah?” he adds with a low rumble,  pistoning his cock into Namjoon's hole with no bother. “Pump you full of my pups.”

Litter. Oh fuck. Namjoon thinks he makes a noise, not completely sure with the way his senses seem to be depleting. 

“Gonna—” Seokjin grunts from behind, tongue licking all over Namjoon's nape, “gonna knot you now.” 

It's like they're programmed to mate this way. One after the other. Too possessive to hold themselves back. 

Brazenly, he wonders about a bite on his neck. Or rather, bites, and anticipation burns through his body like incense. 

Somehow, Seokjin and Jungkook pick up on it.

Even as they pound into him mercilessly, knots flaring hot and huge, Jungkook grazes his fangs across the muscle between Namjoon's neck and shoulder before clamping it in a delicate part reserved for bites. He holds Namjoon tightly and sinks his teeth so deep into the skin that it pricks easily, one layer after another, oozing blood and loud cries from Namjoon. 

Seokjin's patient enough to wait until Jungkook's done, before tipping Namjoon's head the other way to expose his neck. He follows it through with a bite of his own, sharp fangs splitting Namjoon's skin open and piercing deep enough to draw some more blood. 

Namjoon wails as his vision blanks out and he hears nothing but white noise in his ears. A steady thrum of keeenn that rolls his eyes back into his skull and leaves his jaw hanging.

The first thing he notices about the bites is how warm it feels. The warmth he'd gone without all his life. It thaws his heart and melts him from within like a wax candle come to life. 

When his blood drips down his body, Jungkook and Seokjin are quick to latch their mouth to lick away at the wound. But the skin under the bite already feels volatile. Like playing with a live wire. 

Namjoon thrashes around and comes with his lips parted in a silent scream, thighs undulating and body pulsing out of his wits. Honestly, it’s too much. It doesn’t recede. The pleasure is crippling—ruinous in a way, drawn out by the way they still jackhammer into him even as he loses all his senses. 

It's almost ridiculous how his mind can't fathom anything beyond this dark forest, the den, and the pleasure washing over his body and splintering his entire being apart. To dust and atoms. 

He already knows he'll die without this from this day on. They really did ruin him, didn't they? 

On his last bits of consciousness, Namjoon hears them howl loudly into the moonlit sky. A lovely sound of proclamation that warns other wolves and builds a hearth inside his heart for many winters to come. 

When he comes to, it's between two strong sets of arms holding him possessively. They're not stuck anymore, Namjoon notices, with Seokjin and Jungkook being buried into the crook of his neck and the column of his back. He blinks his eyes open and adjusts his sight. He hears the sounds of birds chirping outside, the current of the stream loud enough to echo inside the cave. While the elation of being between two strong alphas dawns over his brain he knows something is off. 

He can't quite place a finger but when he feels a chill that turns into a full-body shudder and an acute pain flares in his lower belly, he gasps shakily.

Next to him, Seokjin and Jungkook stir awake slowly, small groans filling the room with their stretches. They're barely awake when Namjoon sits upright and clamps a hand over each of his bites. “You put me in heat!” he squeaks, starting to feel the burn inside his gut a notch higher. 

A tiny, lazy smile spreads across their faces when he gazes at them. Smelling all too smug and proud. “You—you claimed me,” Namjoon adds, voice a little softer when the pulse beneath his bite tingles. A visceral connection to his alphas. Two of them. 

“I'm mated.” He goes on, this one barely above a whisper as his eyes drift down to his lap. 

It's only when Seokjin wipes at his face that he realizes he's been crying, eyes blurring as more tears trail down his cheeks. “No crying,” Jungkook says, pressing a kiss on Namjoon's shoulder and scooping him into a hug. 

Namjoon lets himself be pulled as Seokjin and Jungkook cradle him in their arms. “My omega,” Seokjin whispers against his skin, lips dragging over the high of his cheeks. “My mate. Ours.” 

Jungkook exhales softly and bends down to press a chaste kiss on Namjoon's lips, so full of love and fondness that Namjoon had somehow failed to see in the past. “Only ours.” Jungkook agrees when he pulls back and Namjoon smiles with another wave of tears filling his eyes. 

Namjoon had second-guessed himself when he stood at the starting line a day before. He'd anticipated everything wrong and bad. Of a miserable night, empty neck, and cold, lonely winter. But now, cocooned between two of the most incredible alphas, he thinks the run wasn't such a bad idea. 

After all, he'd led his alphas without a scent. 

And perhaps, it's long overdue to say what was meant for him did eventually find him—or in this case, hunt him.