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“Ah- ah- Jimin-ah- alpha!”
Seokjin’s moan is broken up by his breath being punched out of his lungs.
Jimin likes Seokjin on all fours, face pressed to the sheets, arms pulled back. Jimin holds his slim wrists in just one of his small hands. The other grips his omega’s ass cheek while he pounds him from behind, alternately squeezing his ass and smacking it.
“Good boy, good omega,” Jimin praises, as Seokjin’s slick cunt squeezes around him and drags tight.
Seokjin mewls with delight when he feels Jimin’s knot swell, forcing the alpha to still and bury himself inside. Jimin lets go of Seokjin’s hands, grabbing both his hips instead for support as he comes.
It’s Seokjin’s second load of the day, though Jimin doesn’t know that.
Jimin carefully lowers them both onto his bed, wrapping his arms around his satisfied omega from behind, as they wait for his knot to go down.
After ten minutes of quiet cuddles and warm neck kisses, he eases out of Seokjin, taking care not to let all his seed rush out with him and undo all his hard work.
“There. Let’s hope that does it. We can try again tomorrow, too. You’ll be round and lovely in no time.”
“Why no try again now?”
Seokjin’s pretty pout is hard to say no to, but Jimin gives him a playful smack and gets up.
“Some of us have full schedules today. Besides, we really should discuss this with the others first-”
“Hmpf.”
Seokjin flops back on Jimin’s pillows, grabs Jimin’s comforter, kicks Jimin’s blanket until it’s perfectly comfortable for him.
Jimin watches, eyebrow raised, paused in the middle of pulling on his t-shirt.
“Comfortable, hyung?”
Seokjin considers.
“Hm…I could use a hot chocolate.”
Jimin scoffs.
He leaves to make the hot chocolate anyway.
Five minutes later, he returns.
“Here hyung-ah, I made it with extra cream, just the way you like it-”
Jimin enters his bedroom to find that Seokjin’s eyes have closed.
“...hyung?”
He places the hot mug down on the bedside table, leaning down to peer at his omega’s sleeping face.
“Seokjin-ah,” Jimin murmurs, half annoyed, and wholly in love.
Seokjin is fast asleep, breathing gently, cuddled up in Jimin’s fluffy duvet, looking tinier than he has any right to be.
Jimin shuts the door quietly behind him, and leaves.
Seokjin yawns and stretches awake, blinking to take in his surroundings for a moment.
Ah.
He’s not in his own nest, which makes him frown; but his alpha’s bed is comfortable too, he supposes.
He props himself up on the comfy pillows, and notices a mug and a plate of snacks have been left by the bedside table- for him, he assumes.
The hot chocolate is entirely cold, but Seokjin doesn’t feel like reheating anything this morning, so he drinks it like chocolate milk instead.
As he sips in content, his mind conjures his feelings from that morning.
He had woken up in his own nest, of course, his safest place. Beside him, Yoongi had been sleeping, but a little insistent nuzzling and nipping from Seokjin had quickly put an end to that.
His alpha always smelled best in the morning. His words may have been gruff early in the day, but his scent betrayed a soft, cosy agreeable sort of man. He should have been easy to persuade first thing in the morning; Seokjin was counting on it.
Seokjin had climbed on top of his alpha to soft grumbles, but of course, Yoongi did nothing to push him off.
Seokjin was of the opinion that a good knotting came first in the morning; before breakfast, before coffee, before even lifting his phone. He simply couldn't start his day right without a knot. And on the few occasions when he hadn't gotten what he wanted, he had made it the whole pack’s problem.
As such, it was easy enough to start bouncing on Yoongi’s cock; then he just had to make sure he got everything he needed.
“Yoongi…” his sweet whines commanded Yoongi’s attention easily, “I want- I want you to get me pregnant.”
Yoongi simply murmured in agreement, rubbing his warm hands over Seokjin’s smooth legs, obviously not taking the omega seriously. It was not uncommon for Seokjin to beg for breeding as part of dirty talk.
“Yoongi, please, listen! I’m not in heat!”
“I’m listening, baby,” Yoongi assured, but Seokjin was not convinced.
He lent down, planting his hands on the pillows behind his alpha’s head, closing the distance between them, even as he continued to bounce.
“Alpha,” he tried again, voice lower and more urgent this time, “I’m serious. I’m ready. I stopped taking my birth control days ago, and I wanted you to be the first to know about it.”
That finally got Yoongi’s attention.
“You did…what have you gone and done now?!”
Yoongi’s words were of disbelief, but it was clear from the way he gripped Seokjin’s hips tighter that he had finally caught on to the change in his omega’s scent.
“Omega,” Yoongi bit out, “you can’t just- you can’t just spring that on me- we have to talk about these things with the whole pack-!”
Seokjin smirked as Yoongi struggled to scold him between pounding into him from below. He could feel his alpha’s fat knot starting to swell already.
This was too easy.
“A-alpha,” he panted, determined to get his point across despite being impaled, “what I’m saying is- I need to be bred today. I can't wait any longer. You've all made me wait and wait and wait- it’s not fair! It’s time you bred me properly! And I want you to do it,” he added, with a squeeze around Yoongi’s cock.
“Seokjin-ah,” Yoongi choked, “please, we should talk about this another time-”
“No! Alpha, please,” a lump rose in Seokjin’s throat, “please, you always say that, another time, another time- I need you now.”
Yoongi groaned, partly in frustration and partly because Seokjin was grinding his pussy down deliberately, hard and slow.
“Love- my omega-”
“Please, alpha. Wan’ it.”
Seokjin’s eyes were glossy with fat tears, frustration evident in his voice and his face and his clamping walls.
Yoongi couldn’t help himself.
So far, Seokjin’s day has been very successful. His straightforward plan of getting bred by all of his beloved alphas is remarkably easy to pull off.
It helps that they all have busy and mostly opposing schedules; there aren’t many hours in the day when they’re all home at the same time.
In fact, that was just one of many factors that convinced Seokjin that his way of getting what he wanted was the best option. Why wait for weeks and weeks for a night they’re all free, and all willing to listen to him give a presentation on ‘why you should stop fucking around and fuck me, your supposedly precious and beloved omega, instead’- when he could just take matters into his own hands?!
He had gotten about fourteen slides into that power point file before trashing it.
No, no, convincing them one-by-one to breed him thoroughly throughout the day was not only quicker, but much more enjoyable, too.
Seokjin stops mid-mouthful when he hears the front door opening. His ears perk up, and he quickly recognises the noise of his treasured maknae.
He abandons his snacks, jumping to quickly and quietly throw on an oversized night shirt from Jimin’s dresser.
Jungkook has barely taken his coat off when an over-excited omega bursts through the door and barrels into his arms.
“Jaykayyyyy!”
“Oof-”
Jungkook is almost caught off guard by his omega- almost. He playfully pretends to be winded by Seokjin’s hug. He was taught by his older alphas that letting Seokjin think he has the strength to overpower him would boost his confidence, or something; though in Jungkook’s experience, Seokjin never needed a boost in confidence.
“Alpha, I want you to do something for me.”
Jungkook doesn’t answer; he simply lifts Seokjin off the ground like he weighs nothing, hoisting him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift.
“Yah! What are you doing, you brat?!”
“Taking my omega to bed, of course, what does it look like?”
Jungkook smacks Seokjin’s ass, picks up his duffle bag with his other hand, and saunters down the hallway to his room- his lair, more like.
“Wha- oh.”
Seokjin had expected to have to fight a bit more to get what he wanted from the youngest.
As such, he pipes down and lets himself be carried away.
It’s only after Jungkook finishes with him, that Seokjin starts an inevitable struggle to hold in all that cum.
Jungkook had been the easiest to convince so far; Seokjin could always count on his adored baby alpha to eagerly do whatever he wanted.
Jungkook always gave a generous load of cum, and he took his job of filling Seokjin to the brim very seriously; carefully arranging them so nothing could slip out past his knot, solemnly asking the omega what he needed after a good breeding.
Seokjin had given him a short, humble list, that Jungkook hurriedly fulfilled before kissing him on the forehead and heading off to the gym.
Seokjin has to go into work for the afternoon, but first he has to wait with his ass propped up in Jungkook’s bed, clenching and unclenching the way he’d read about, trying to encourage his alpha’s precious seed to work its way inside and do its job.
Seokjin is not a patient person. He distracts himself by cutely messaging his alphas in turn, subtly reconfirming their schedules and mentally planning out his order of attack. Finally, he dresses, hurrying into the car to take him to work.
When Seokjin finishes his duties for the day, finding his next target is an easy game.
He knocks on the door of Namjoon’s studio.
“Alpha!”
Seokjin announces himself loudly as he lets himself in.
Namjoon spins in his chair, lowering his headphones, and smiles warmly at his beloved omega.
“What can I do for you, hyung?”
“That’s a great question, Namjoon-ah!”
Seokjin plants himself in Namjoon’s lap, gently taking the headphones from around his alpha’s neck and placing them on the desk.
Namjoon bites his tongue, but Seokjin can tell by the way he looks at his things and his computer screen that he’s burning to continue what he was doing.
That will not fly.
Seokjin pouts, wiggling his bum in Namjoon’s lap, knowing he’s giving his alpha a headache, but so desperate for his love and attention that he doesn't care.
“Alpha,” he whines, “are you too busy for me?”
Namjoon looks into the prettily fluttering eyes, the pillowy pink lips, and he despairs.
“God, no, no, baby, how could you think that? I’m never too busy for you, never, never.”
Seokjin smiles triumphantly when Namjoon finally manhandles his ass the way he wants him to.
Seokjin has to work a little harder to find Taehyung.
He finally finds him in Jungkook’s room, although Jungkook himself is absent.
“Taehyung-ah, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!”
“Hm? Why’s that?”
“I want you to breed me.”
If Seokjin had hoped to catch Taehyung off guard by saying this, he’s disappointed.
Taehyung simply raises his eyebrows.
“Oh? And what have you done to deserve that, my little love?”
Seokjin reddens, mumbling his answer.
“Haven't I been a good omega?”
Taehyung steps into Seokjin’s space and sniffs.
“...I don’t think you have.”
Seokjin feels a bead of sweat form on his temple. Surely Taehyung can’t smell the others on him? It’s been at least two hours since Namjoon was inside him, furiously fucking him up and down on his knot till Seokjin was babbling like a baby. And Seokjin had spent so long lying upside down on the couch in Namjoon’s studio, legs in the air to make sure Namjoon’s (and everyone else's) cum didn’t leak out of him, while munching on the fried chicken that he made Namjoon order for his dinner.
Seokjin wonders what his alpha is thinking, when-
Taehyung flips him around, pushing him towards the bed, growling in his ear.
“Ripe and fertile now, hm? When did you stop taking your birth control?”
“Hah- I-”
Taehyung’s riled alpha doesn’t wait for an answer.
Half an hour later, he has Seokjin pinned down on his belly, on a bed that belongs to neither of them, and Seokjin is fighting for his life as he’s pounded by Taehyung’s cock.
“What were you saying?”
“Wan-wan’ your knot! Please! Please, alpha-”
“I think you can beg a little better than that.”
Tears prick Seokjin’s eyes.
“Alpha-aa-a-” he whines, moaning when Taehyung’s knot starts to swell, and it doesn’t slow Taehyung down one bit.
Taehyung keeps fucking and stretching his needy little omega until the minute he needs to come, when he plants himself deep in his cunt, and Seokjin feels a rush of warmth in his womb.
They collapse; Seokjin bone-deep satisfied, Taehyung with his pheromones spiking and soaring with all kinds of feelings, before he can calm down and check on his roughly used omega.
After being soothed, cuddled, dressed, and carried by the young alpha, Seokjin is finally tucked into his own nest by Taehyung.
He waves him away, under the pretence of needing to play video games, and soon enough, he hears Hoseok’s tones down the hallway; he’s finally back from work.
Careful not to bump into any of the others, Seokjin peeks his head around his bedroom door and catches Hoseok in the hall.
“Hobi-yah,” he calls softly.
Hoseok turns his head, his tired face lighting up at the sight of his omega in nothing but a night shirt and fluffy, messy hair.
“Omega! Come here.”
Seokjin happily falls into Hoseok’s arms, breathing in the clean scent of him, giving butterfly kisses to his neck and ears as he subtly guides them down the hallway to his room.
“Ah, aren’t you hungry, Seokjinnie? I’m starving-”
“This is more important, Hobi! I’ve been waiting for you all day, you have no idea what it’s been like. Everyone’s been too busy for me, too tired or too distracted, I’ve had the worst, worst day-”
Hoseok listens intently to Seokjin’s pouting rant, drinking in everything without question. He fawns over him, gently laying him down in his nest and peppering him with kisses, giving him all the attention the others have cruelly denied him.
It takes almost no convincing at all for Seokjin to get Hoseok on board, willingly and happily and dutifully filling him up- not questioning why Seokjin might already feel a little wet and sticky and loose between his legs.
When they’re done, Seokjin sits prettily in his nest, munching on the jellies that Hoseok brought for him. Hoseok flitters about the room, making sure the curtains are in just the right position for Seokjin- no, not like that- they should only be half open- adjusting the thermostat, folding their abandoned clothes neatly on Seokjin’s dresser. He’s already cleaned them both up with warm, soft towels; Seokjin was insistent that the amount of cum dribbling out of him was normal.
“Hoseok-ie, please, I need my pyjamas,” he whines, “I need to sit with my legs up. How can I expect to get pregnant if all your cum leaks out of me onto the towel?! Please, hurry!”
Hoseok nods, full of concern, rummaging in Seokjin’s closet for his favourite pyjamas. He even helps Seokjin pull them on, then Seokjin turns himself around in his nest and props his legs up on his mountain of pillows and stolen alpha clothing.
“Are you comfortable, my love?”
“Hm…yes.”
Hoseok looks ready to leave and take a shower- he always wants to shower after sex- but Seokjin whines like a puppy.
“Alpha, would you stroke my hair? You know how much I like it when you do that.”
“Ahh, of course. Anything for my omega.”
Hoseok sits with Seokjin’s head in his lap, and uses his delicate fingers to stroke Seokjin’s hair gently. His soft little murmurs and chirps lull Seokjin into a pleasant, half-asleep state. He purrs with content.
“Omega! We want a word with you.”
“Mm?”
Seokjin whines unhappily, not appreciating the demanding tone when he’s almost asleep.
“Sit up, please.”
A hand tugging at this elbow makes him scowl. He doesn’t like being disturbed- who is it, anyway?!
He opens one eye to see all six of his alphas standing around his nest. They don’t look angry, exactly, but they do look…annoyed? Seokjin’s not sure.
“Can you sit up?”
“No.”
Seokjin huffs, crossing his arms and stubbornly refusing to move, opting instead to carefully watch all of their upside down faces from his undignified position in his nest.
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Fine, fine, you can stay like that.”
Namjoon clears his throat.
“Do you mind telling us why Hoseok gathered us all in the kitchen just now to scold us?”
Seokjin blinks innocently.
“He did?”
“He did. Apparently, we’ve all been neglecting you terribly today.”
“Yes,” Jimin pipes up, “care to explain where Hobi hyung might have gotten that idea?!”
Seokjin doesn’t have time to answer before Jungkook asks, “is making you come three times not enough, hyung? Am I not doing enough?”
Seokjin feels the tiniest pang of guilt; Jungkook’s question is at once ridiculous, and totally heartfelt.
He really hates to see his alpha with those sad puppy eyes.
“Kook-ah, you do so much for hyung,” Seokjin assures him, “I just…I just wanted…”
Seokjin’s eyes well up so quickly with shiny tears.
“...I just wanted a baby so badly. All of you always tell me the same thing- it’s not the time, it’s not your decision, it’s something we need to have a whole pack meeting about-”
His whine makes his voice break in a way that makes every alpha heart in the room break, and he knows he’s won.
“I just…I just…”
“Ah, Seokjin-ah,” six bodies rush to touch and console their silly, spoiled, and possibly pregnant baby, unable to bear the silvery tears running down his fat cheeks.
Seokjin allows himself to be sat up properly now, the comforting weight of his alpha pack on his nest a welcome end to his exhausting day. He’s cuddled and pampered in just the way he knows he deserves.
“Our sweet omega.”
Their voices coo, trying to scold but unable to sound angry while doing so.
“Don’t you know? Whatever you want, all you have to do is ask.”