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Hanseong, 1767.
Jeoha Jimin is to be married to Emperor Quian from China, our perfect Jeoha will strengthen the bond and peace between Kingdoms with his beauty, wisdom, and blessings! Long Live the next King!
The Alpha King Kihyo was loved. From north to south “Long Live the King!” was heard in the streets. The poverty his father left his people was no longer seen. Alphas, omegas, and betas lived in harmony, the people lived and ate well, there’s no explanation for anyone who hated their King.
Unless they’re Jeoha Jimin.
Male omegas were rare, but being a male omega with a pussy? Even rarer.
So his father protected Jimin from everything he felt that was too mundane for his blessed child. His scent was covered with oils since he started producing it. Anything that could hurt even a single strand of his blonde hair was prohibited. Jimin tried to learn more of the outside world, every time the palace had visitors he befriended them, went on walks with them, and asked them questions.
His heats were always painful and lonely, his body asking for something that not only he didn’t know how to put in words, but something he wasn’t allowed to know. He did his best to suppress them, not wanting to suffer every month during that cursed period.
Guards followed him everywhere, even when he used his Jeoha powers to send them away, his words were nothing against Jeonha’s.
The only thing the King couldn’t control about Jimin was the books he read. His teachers did teach him everything a scholar should know, everything a respectable yangban omega needed to know, but one day in his early teens he found a book, a romance. When his literature teacher noticed his love for reading fiction, he started bringing more, urging the other teachers to buy more too. But it wasn’t always that they checked beforehand what they were bringing into the palace.
An erotic love story was what changed Jimin’s life. He felt weird while reading, his private parts tingling between his legs, his hands coming back dripping wet when he checked. But he didn’t know how to make it stop. Just that the feeling was too good to not chase more.
He tried asking the neighboring princesses what it meant, but they never really understood him. Sometimes he noticed the flirtatious tone in the guests, but he didn't know what that meant.
He felt like a fine porcelain vase. Meant to be seen and nothing else.
Until the news came.
Jeonha's room felt cold even with the warm gold coating all the walls and floor. The Alpha scent not doing much to bring any comfort to the room. All the jewels are exposed just to show how rich he is. Jimin felt smaller than he already was in the eyes of the King and his counselors.
“Jimin, you always knew your life had a purpose inside this empire. Today you'll serve it. In two moon cycles, you're to be married to Emperor Quian.”
Jimin stayed quiet, eyes focused on a speck of dirt on the golden floor, his heart sunk to the ground, smaller than the dirt. “Yes, Jeonha.”
“We’re on the verge of war, we can’t let that happen. It will be very beneficial to the empire, I'm sure you'll live a lavish life, even better than here.” Jeonha didn’t even raise his eyes to see his son. It wasn’t worth it.
“Yes, Jeonha.” Jimin said weakly.
“You'll serve your purpose. Tomorrow by midday you’ll start your travel to China, be ready. You may go now.” The King didn’t raise his eyes to his son.
Jimin bowed, eyes burning from unshed tears, and left the royal room without looking back.
He walked through the palace with hurried steps, his personal maid almost running behind him. He entered his room, breathless, and fell to his knees. Chest heaving with the lack of hair, tears running down his cheeks, gluing his long blonde hair to his face.
“Jeoha, please get up, the floor isn’t worthy enough for you.” his maid whispered, trying to get him to get up.
“L-leave, please.” Jimin asked, not bothering to get up.
“J-jeoha.” His maid tried to reason.
“Just go, leave me alone.” Like I always have been.
She stumbled out of the room with hesitant steps, but his words were orders, no one could disobey him. At least his maid respected him.
As soon as the door closed, Jimin took a deep breath, thinking all he could do for his wedding to fall through. He could give himself to any stable boy and let himself be deflowered, if his father found out he would be punished. Or he could beg for one of the council members to take him and wed him, letting him stay in a countryside house.
He could run away, find or build a cottage far away hide himself from the world, and just live his life alone. He always has been alone, it wouldn’t change anything but the freedom he would have.
He got up on unsteady feet, looking around his room, scanning every gold item he had there. He hurriedly grabbed everything that had a high value and threw it in one of his cotton bags. He opened his door, calling for a guard.
A handsome man appears, Jimin asks for him to come in and closes the door behind them.
“What will I ask you now can be considered treason, but I will ask you to listen to me first.” Jimin started to talk, but the guard remained with an unreadable face.
“I know the black market isn’t far from here, but as I am followed everywhere I need you to sell some things for me and get as much gold coins as possible. As well as a strong sleeping tea. Did you understand me?” Jimin tried his best for his voice not to waver, keeping his authority.
“Jeoha, why are you asking me to do this?” The guard held the bag tightly in his hands.
“I can’t tell you, I'm afraid. Just do as I ask, please. I promise to compensate you.” Jimin said, opening the door for the guard to pass through. “But if anyone besides both of us gets a hold of this, I will make sure your head will be first in the way of the blade.” He tried to assert his dominance, but he knew it wasn’t very convincing.
Jimin was always incredibly kind to the crown servants, he knew he would never be King nor would have the respect of the people as his father always made sure to paint him as a helpless boy.
The same night, the guard knocked on his door, with a leather bag in his hands. “Jeoha, here’s what you asked.”
Jimin opened the bag, it was heavy and full, the gold shining before his eyes. A packet of herbs lay inside as well. “Thank you,” Jimin said, grabbing a handful of gold and dropping it on the guard's hands. “Is this much enough?”
“More than enough, thank you, my Prince.” The guard bowed. “The tea, let it brew for ten minutes before drinking it, should put you right to sleep, Jeoha, for at least a full night.”
Jimin smiled and thanked him again, closing his door and locking it. Knowing that this time tomorrow he would be a free person.
— —
He breathes deeply when he looks around and sees all the servants sent to take him to China knocked out. It didn’t take much time to convince them that the tea he brought was really good for relaxation and helps with indigestion, the royal doctor ordered. He looked at the moon, barely in the middle of the sky, and got up.
This was his only chance, he couldn’t fuck up. He left all his belongings there, only clutching the leather coin bag in his hands. He didn’t know where he should run to, but the only direction he knew he couldn’t was back, through all the travel he memorized the way, knowing he shouldn’t cross that path again. So he remained on track, going forward and slightly to the left of the road.
He walked slowly for the first hour, trying to be as quiet as possible. He tried to run but his pink hanbok was too heavy for running for hours. Jimin tried to keep a hold of the hours through the moon, when he saw it was very low in the sky he started running, trying his best to go as far as possible from his convoy.
When the sky was clearing, sun rising on the horizon he looked for a place to rest. He needed a bit of sleep to walk more during the day. He followed the sound of water, finding a riverbank with a waterfall shining with the paling sky. He looked around and found some bushes in a corner of a stone, hidden enough for him to sleep for some time.
The sun was high in the sky when he woke up, hearing footsteps close to him. He got up in a hurry, finding a tall alpha standing not far from him.
“Can I help you?” The alpha asked.
By the looks of his clothes he was a farmer, Jimin sighed in relief just at the thought of how far he was from home.
“Can you take me to the nearest village?” Jimin asked, not coming close.
“Are you lost, omega? The next village is a couple days by foot from here.” The golden skin man said, shifting his weight.
“Which village is it?” His heart thumped.
“Haeju.”
He sighed, relieved.
Jimin doesn't realize that while he’s talking, the man is staring at his long toned, pale legs. His hanbok giving his title away to the stranger, torn in some places, showing more than the acceptable.
“Can you take me there? I will pay however I can” Jimin asked, desperate. “I-i can work, I have gold!” He pleads.
The man doesn’t answer, hungry eyes scanning every inch of the smaller body and face.
“Any-anything, I just need to go far, alpha.” Jimin tries a last time when he's met with silence.
Namjoon thinks about what his lovers would do in his place. Knowing they would be as interested in the blonde man in front of him as he is. For sure the blondie is someone from the yangban. The pretty pink hanbok made with silks Namjoon never thought he would see someone using so close to him, fabrics like this are more worthy than his workforce in any market. The jewels adorning the pale skin for sure are pure gold and precious stones. Just his outfit and clothes could put his family out of hunger without working for the rest of their lives.
But Namjoon didn’t really get interested in selling anything the smaller had, his scent was too faint to be distinct, but he was clearly an omega, a rare one. One he should have. He was interested in the plush lips, the long, toned legs, the delicate arms and hands. How would it feel under his lips, around his cock.
“How about we go back to my cabin? It isn’t far from here.” Namjoon broke the silence looking straight into Jimin’s eyes.
Jimin nodded desperately, he would do anything to not be lost anymore.
“You can bathe and eat something, we’ll plan an itinerary to where you want to go then.”
“T-thank you, thank you so much…” Jimin let his voice die.
“Namjoon, Kim Namjoon.” Namjoon introduced himself.
“Thank you Namjoon.” Jimin smiled, walking closer to him. “I’m Jeoh-... Jimin, I’m Jimin.”
They start walking, talking a bit about the weather and any and everything, Namjoon learns that Jimin is really smart, and educated. But really dumb about life things.
“I will just ask you to stay where I left you when we reach my cabin. I need to warn my lovers that you’ll be staying with us.”
“Lovers? You have multiple mates or concubines?” Jimin asks, a bit surprised. It wasn’t widespread for non-noble people to have more than one lover.
“No concubines, we’re a bit untraditional. If it bothers you we can arrange something else.” Namjoon says truthfully. He knew he would get anything he wanted anyway.
“How untraditional?”
“We’re six alpha males. We all love each other, we’re mated, but we’ve been shunned from our villages and met each other.” Namjoon paused, letting Jimin walk in front of him for a bit.
How his ass moved at every step made Namjoon’s mouth water. The way a mound of tits squished under layers upon layers of fabric, could be seen if paid attention to, which in the hour they were walking, Namjoon did. With his peripheral, he mapped every inch of Jimin’s body. The latter was as unsuspicious as he could.
“That’s why you live isolated like this?” Jimin asked, looking around the clearing of the cabin.
A medium-sized cabin, as pretty as it could with many flowers and plants around it. The sun shining made everything magical, focusing on the land Jimin could see a bit of plantation of different species. Some leather drying in the sun.
It wouldn’t be bad living isolated like this. Making every end meet by himself. He could do it.
“For the most part, it is.” Namjoon responded, and then a loud moan was heard from inside the house.
Jimin’s cheeks were fire red.
“That's the other part. A bit of perversion never killed anyone though.”
Jimin didn’t raise his eyes from the floor, afraid that the handsome man would laugh at the redness in his face.
“I-i imagine…”
Namjoon chuckled at the shyness of the royal.
“Wait here for a bit.”
Jimin watched his every step until the front door closed behind him.
— —
“Can you guys stop fucking so I can give you some very important news?” Namjoon asked looking at his lovers scattered around the living room.
Seokjin looked at him smirking while grabbing Jungkook’s head and making him gag around his thickness. “I don’t think so.”
Hoseok laughed but it was broken by a moan when Taehyung thrusted a bit harder, Yoongi’s fingers making the taller buck back and forth between his hyungs.
“It’s about a potential new omega toy for us,” Namjoon smirked.
That caught their attention.
Namjoon explained that he thought that the man must be a yangban by the clothes and jewelry and that he had a sack of golf, where he wanted to go, and how he was willing to pay them to take him to Haeju. He made it clear that money wasn’t his goal with the man. In minutes they were clothed and brainstorming what they would do if the doll was as pretty as Namjoon claimed and if he would accept the payment they would ask to take him to the next village.
When Namjoons enters the house with Jimin they make an effort to be friendly and make him feel comfortable. They prepare a warm bath for him, and Jimin feels shy the whole time.
The way the six men looked at him made something in him fire up. His lower belly felt tingly about how the tall doe-eyed licked his lips while looking at him. How they would whisper hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Jimin bathes and tries to calm down, all the new sensations his body is putting him through are overwhelming but his books made them oddly familiar.
After he’s out of his bath, he takes some time to tie the less detailed hanbok it was set for him, the rougher fabric scratches a bit, but not at a point he can’t handle. He should get used to it anyway. What differentiates the most from his usual hanboks is that they don’t support his tits the way his usual hanboks did. His double d’s appeared very well under the rough fabric. His nipples are a bit stiff under the fabric. He notices too that his Jasmin scent is more prominent, expensive oils from the palace washed away. He smiled, he loved his scent but was never allowed to let it out.
He tries to not be conscious while he walks out of the bath area, and enters the kitchen where a delicious smell is coming from. He notices a bowl of food sitting on the table, with everyone around the kitchen.
He walks unsurely. “Come here Jimin! We made food while you bathed.” Namjoon said, gesturing for Jimin to sit beside him.
Jimin starts eating, hearing their mindless conversation, a bit dizzy from all the alphas scent in the room.
“Your hair is so pretty Jiminie… can we call you Jiminie?” Hoseok asks, leaning closer.
Jimin gulps the soup. “Y-you can, thank you. It’s naturally blonde.”
“It looks so good on you, makes your flushed cheeks even prettier,” Yoongi says, cat eyes sharp.
The soup is delicious, nothing like the bland food he used to eat in the palace. Jimin's focus goes straight to the food, not listening to the boys around him.
“How do you make your lips look so plump?” Seokjin asks, biting his own lips.
“Oh, just some oils at night before sleeping.” Jimin smiles, unaware of the looks.
Seokjin smirks, “I bet they’re so soft, and it must stretch well.”
“Ah, I guess? thank you Seokjin-ssi.” Jimin flushes even more.
“How old are you Jiminie?” Taehyung asks, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hands.
“I completed 20 winters this past winter,” Jimin smiled.
“We’re all your hyungs then! our maknae is Jungkookie with 24 winters.” Taehyung exclaims.
Jimin smiles, excited. “Oh, hyungs! I have never been close enough to call someone hyung.”
“Well, you better get used to it, the travel is long and we will take care of you.” Jungkook said, stopping behind Jimin, his hands resting on the smaller shoulders.
Yoongi gets up, “Do you drink Jiminie? I have a special makgolli here.”
“I love makgolli hyung!” Jimin says, finishing his soup.
They move to the living room, drink for a bit, and continue the questions and answer session with Jimin. After some glasses of makgolli, they’re laughing until Jimin brings up the traveling.
“I just need to go far hyungs, I don’t want to get married just to stop the war.” His drunk flushed cheeks are bright.
“What do you mean Jiminie?” Namjoon asks, gently.
“Jeonha was making me marry the emperor, so I ran. I need to find a way to paint my hair. I hope it doesn’t change anything for you. I can still pay!” He grabs the sack of gold.
“Calm down Jiminie, it doesn’t change anything. We’re hiding for a similar reason to yours.” Taehyung says, one hand on Jimin’s back and the other on his thighs.
They talk about silly things for a bit, trying to make Jimin relax again. After a couple of minutes, when Seokjin deems Jimin relaxed enough, he nods for Jungkook to start.
“About the payment Jimin…” Jungkook grabs his attention.
“Yes?” Jimin responds, and they all can see the royalty in his mannerisms.
“We want something a bit different than gold,” Hoseok says, sliding closer to the blonde on the couch.
“I-i can work!” Jimin tried.
“That’s not what we want,” Taehyung said, his hand that laid near Jimin’s knee moved. Going up nearing his inner thighs, massaging it softly.
Everything then clicked for Jimin. The scents he was smelling weren’t from the trill of meeting someone new, it was from arousal.
“I n-never did anything with anyone, I wouldn't be good.” Jimin stutters, heart beating fast at the possibility of finally doing a bit of what his books were about
“We can teach you, you don't have to do anything other than lay down. We will take the lead, doll.” Hoseok said, getting even closer to Jimin, his chest to his back.
Jimin gulps down his wine and nods, feeling Taehyung's hands go upper and upper until they reach his chin, and sway his head to finally kiss him. Jasmine's scent took over the room, arousal clear in the air.
The kiss is lewd at least. Jimin doesn’t know what to do but the tongue entering his mouth makes him melt against Taehyung, whose tongue explores all of Jimin’s wet mouth. Almost as if his tongue was fucking Jimin’s mouth. Jimin lets little mewls make the others lose their minds. But no one wanted to start anything, tonight was all about Jimin.
Taehyung grabs the sides of Jimin’s thighs, making the smaller straddle his lap. They continue kissing, tongues meeting outside their mouths.
Namjoon squeezed his cock over his pants, seeing the prince doing that to his mate was too much to handle. Then he notices how Jimin’s hips are moving on Taehyung’s lap.
“Jimin, if you want to be naughty as you are humping Taehyung, you can be naughty on his knees.” He says, deep voice filling the room.
Jimin shivers on Taehyung's lap. He knew he didn’t have a choice, it was an order. He didn’t want to have a choice.
Jimin gets up, seeing how his mouth is replaced by Hoseok’s on Taehyung’s. How their tongues intertwined.
He felt his pants damp, his nipples tingling. He didn’t want to understand anything he was doing, he knew enough from his books.
His legs wobble while he kneels, looking at Namjoon while he rises and strokes his cock through his pants.
“I-i don’t know what to do hyung.” Jimin mutters.
Namjoon smirks, “You’ll know, it isn’t hard.”
Jimin shudders when he feels a presence behind him.
“Hips up Jiminie,” Jungkook whispers in his ears.
Jimin raises his hips just enough for Jungkook to slide one knee between his thighs, making Jimin sit on it.
Jungkook smiles, kneading Jimin's hips. “I will guide you, hyungs say I’m pretty good at it.”
Jimin looks forward, watching as Namjoon undresses, freeing his cock from his pants. His cock is red, angry, and hard, standing straight to his defined chiseled abs. Jimin’s mouth waters at the sight. All he wants to do is wrap his lips around the tip and make it cum inside his mouth.
“Lean in Jiminie, lick the tip, look how it’s drooling for you.” Jungkook whispers, hands squeezing his hips harder.
And Jimin did. He leaned in, tongue out catching the pearly precum pooled at the tip, licking the slit looking for more of the salty fluid.
He felt something awaken inside him, a hunger he never felt before. And he let it consume him.
Jimin leaned even more forward, kissing the tip of Namjoon’s cock, licking everywhere he could, sucking it inside his mouth.
Jungkook grabbed his hips, grinding them into his rock-hard thigh. “Easy omega, put him inside your mouth, lick the underside slowly-” Namjoon moaned. “Yes, like this.”
Jimin moaned when Jungkook forced his hips to go back and forth on his thigh, the feeling different from everything he ever felt. “M-more” he muttered, Namjoon’s cock still inside his mouth.
“More huh? You have a cock in your mouth and want me to grind you on my thigh? You’re just a baby whore, princess. As expected for an omega.” Jungkook said, his hands pressuring Jimin down his thigh, the blonde moving his pussy back and forth on his own.
Jimin moaned at the words.
“Which one was it omega?” Namjoon asked, rough hands petting the blond locks. “Princess, or…” His fingers threaded around the hair, keeping it in place. “Whore?” He thrust forward, making Jimin gag around his thick cock.
Namjoon closed his eyes, the feeling of Jimin’s throat closing around him.
“It’s whore, isn’t it? The omega prince is just a whore for some commoners alpha cock and knot.” He started to face fuck Jimin.
And Jimin let him. It sated the hunger inside him, bit by bit.
Jungkook flexed his thigh under Jimin, his hands helping the smaller go faster, his pants now wet just from the slick of the blonde. Jimin’s moans got louder even with a cock in his mouth, the feeling of his clit dragging against the fabric layers making him dizzy. The feeling started to grow, warmer and warmer until it exploded. His body convulsed, orgasm hitting as hard as it could for the first time. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, Namjoon choking him with his cock.
“Swallow now Jimin.” Namjoon ordered, grunting while cumming in the smaller mouth.
The taste was delicious, making Jimin want more.
Jungkook lifted Jimin’s hips, moving away gently.
“This wet mess in my pants is a delicious surprise huh Jiminie? I wasn’t expecting a pussy in our beautiful Jeoha.” Jungkook whispered in Jimin’s ears, who shivered.
Listening to his title in such a lewd way was a delicious feeling.
“My cunt was protected at all costs, feel free to take it as you want.” Jimin panted, not even recognizing his voice.
It was the hunger talking, not him.
“Let us have our fun now.” Seokjin said, getting up from the couch already naked.
Only then did Jimin look around, focus back to normal as Namjoon and Jungkook moved away. Yoongi’s moans were raspy and so beautiful to listen to, it made Jimin’s cunt even more tingly.
Hoseok got up from where he was fingering Taehyung’s rim, Yoongi being fucked at the same time by the younger.
“Princess, do you want to get out of these clothes yourself, or do you want help?” Hoseok asked, kneeling beside Jimin.
He wanted Jimin to come down a bit before overstimulation, he still had four to go anyway.
Jimin looked at his shaking hands and pouted up to Hoseok. “Help me alpha.”
Hoseok chuckled, hands expertly undoing the tying of his hanbok and whistling.
“Look at that, what a beautiful pair of tits our princess has.” His hands kneaded the double D tits, softly caressing the choco-chip hard nipples.
Jimin lifted his hips as Seokjin reached for his pants, bringing his undergarments with his pants, leaving him completely bare to everyone’s sight.
Seokjin grabbed a couple of cushions, and took his time, laying Jimin down and letting the smaller find the most comfortable position. When he was comfortable, he grabbed Jimin’s thighs and dived into his soaked pussy. Jimin screamed at the feeling of the warm moist tongue against his core. The way Jin’s tongue moved against his clit, entering a bit into his opening, making Jimin gush more slick.
Looking up, Seokin moans at the sight. Jimin all red in the face, nipples hard, open mouthed and closed eyes moaning loud for him, because of him. His hands grab and squeeze everything until they reach the big tits that are too plain for his liking.
He flattened his tongue against Jimin’s cunt, sucking his clit into his mouth, Jimin gasped at the feeling of the tongue directly in his clit, his hands finding Seokjin’s long hair and pulling him even closer to his pussy.
“More! More, more!” he begged, chest heaving at the feeling.
Gasping for air, his eyes rolled at the back of his head as he cummed into Jin’s mouth. But the older one didn’t care, continuing to eat Jimin out until he was satisfied.
Hoseok took advantage of Jimin’s unfocused eyes and straddled his tummy, cock hard and leaking, red a stark difference at the pale soft skin of Jimin’s. He grabbed the sides of Jimin’s boobs and pushed them together around his cock. The plush of his tits made a heavenly mound for Hoseok to thrust into. He never felt a skin as soft as Jimin’s.
Jimin loves the feeling of cock between his tits, tongue out to catch the head of Hoseok’s cock, moaning like a slut to the stimulation.
Jin smiled at the sounds, getting up and thrusting a finger into Jimin, the loud moan that followed making his cock twitch. With his free hand, he helped Hoseok thrust into Jimin's tits, his cock resting on the side of Jimin’s thighs, he started to follow Hoseok’s movements getting off and rubbing himself off Jimin.
He adds another finger into Jimin, the blonde writhing beneath Hoseok, who has an iron grip on his tits, keeping his upper body in place, his thrusts faster than ever. Doesn’t take long for Hoseok to cover Jimin's bust with his load, painting the already pale skin, white.
Seokjin, seeing his lover cum, hearing his moans alongside Jimin’s isn’t far behind to cum, pointing his cock to Jimin's plump pussy lips, moisturizing the already slick and saliva soaked cunt with his cum.
The attention is taken out of them when Yoongi moans loudly, Taehyung biting his neck full of marks, cumming inside him. Yoongi, the bitch he always is to any of his dongsaengs, fucks himself back into the younger cock until he cums, covering the floor with it.
“Do you want me to go or are you good hyung?” Jungkook asked, from where he was sitting on Namjoon’s cock, fucking himself silly with his beefy hyung.
“I already called dibs on him.” Taehyung deep voice filled the room. “You know it takes me more than one orgasm to stop.” He smirked, getting up and walking to Jimin.
“Are you okay, doll?” He asked, his fingers threading along the long blonde hair. Jimin smiled fucked out and nuzzled Taehyung’s wrist.
“Yes alpha” Jimin answered, voice raspy.
“Ready for the last round?” Taehyung started to kiss down Jimin’s neck, marking him up as his, just as he did to Yoongi.
They were all his. All of them.
He grabs Jimin’s waist, sitting down with his back to the wall and making Jimin straddle his lap. Jimin crashes their mouths together, chasing the tongue that made him feel so good earlier, their tongues meeting messily, Jimin grinds his hips down Taehyung’s bulge, making the alpha moan. Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hips again, suspending him just enough to line his cock into his entering. He knew Jimin wouldn't need stretching, his body already reacting to the smell of an alpha, multiple alphas. He thrusted forward, stretching Jimin open.
Jimin throws his head back, mouth open in pleasure of the new sensation. He was filled up so well, all he ever needed he got right at this moment. Taehyung thrusts upwards to fuck Jimin the way he deserves, one of his hands grabbing Jimin’s tits, kneading and sucking on it.
Jimin starts to move on his own, wanting more of the alpha cock inside him. Taehyung loves the way Jimin moves on top of him, the loud squelching sounds as his cock drags in and out of the drenched sloppy hole. Jimin has his head thrown back, moans filling the room as his ass jiggles up and down, smack noises making a rhythm.
But it wasn't enough for Taehyung, he needed more. He needed faster. His hands let go of Jimin's tits, letting them jump up and down on his face, and find his waist, grabbing, squeezing, forcefully making him move up and down faster. Making him stay seated for seconds with Tehyung’s cockhead pressed on his cervix, shocking him so good.
Clenching down the big fat cock inside him “You're filling me up so good alpha.” Jimin moaned.
“Yes? You love to be full, don't you Jiminie?” Taehyung smirks, taking the view before him with pleasure.
The way Jimin’s double D tits jump and wiggle, the sweat running down his neck, his red bitten lips, his flushed cheeks. Scent all over the cabin, claiming all the alphas as his.
But something else grabs his attention. Yoongi comes up behind Jimin, a bottle of oil in his hand, cracking his fingers he only had to look at Taehyung to get the younger alpha to comply, making Jimin stay still.
“Relax Jiminie, I will make this even more fun for you.” He says, sucking a mark into Jimin’s nape, fingers rubbing his rim, entering without any resistance. Slick and oil making it much easier.
Jimin moaned loudly at the feeling of being full from both holes, he couldn’t help himself but back up to the source of the feeling, forcing Yoongi to add another finger. “A-alpha..” he mewled.
“Yes, princess?” Yoongi hummed, fingers scissoring the hole.
“C-cock i-inside” Jimin pleaded.
“Such a slut, not even stretched but already wants to take a whole cock up in the ass.” Yoongi chuckled, pumping his cock couple of times, thrusting it against Jimin’s asscheeks. “Your request is an order princess.” He says before thrusting his cock in one swift motion all the way inside Jimin.
The omega screamed in pleasure, being filled to the brim with two alphas was the best feeling in the world, he couldn’t believe he lived his whole life without it. He couldn’t move, mouth open in a silent scream, drool dripping down his chin, making his tits glisten with spit.
They start thrusting coordinated, cocks sliding each other into the wet and warm heat of their omega. It was too much for any of them. Jimin sobbed, but he loved the feeling. He couldn’t form words, but the pleaspleasepleasepleaseplease coming out of his mouth was too much for the alphas.
They continued to ram into their omega, sucking marks into his tits and neck, saliva and sweat coating all of Jimin’s skin.
The omega was the first to cum, squirting into Taehyung, making them even messier. His eyes crossed, tongue out, Taehyung sucked it inside his mouth, not caring for the overstimulation the omega must be experiencing, he knew Jimin would soon learn that his first priority was alphas pleasure. Yoongi sneaked his hand to Jimin’s lower belly, pressing down to feel Taehyung’s cock poking Jimin’s uterus.
“Can you feel it Jiminie? How deep Taehyungie is? How he will be the first to knock you up? Your first pup will be his, then we will fight every night to be the next to put a pup in you.” Yoongi licked the expanse of Jimin’s neck.
“I can already imagine, you all round with our pups, tits looking like a cow udders from how much milk you’ll produce, all alpha’s.” He thrusted harder, Jimin was barely coherent.
“You know Jiminie, that's why you’re here. You’re nothing but our whore now. Only good for that. Would be a shame for those small dick noble alphas to have you, when you can have us. You’re never leaving.” Yoongi whispered, his knot formed, he grabbed Jimin’s shoulders and forced him down, locking both his and Taehyung’s knot into their whore omega.
There's no sound in the room, only their pants. Jimin smiled dumbly and fucked out at the feeling of cum spurting inside him. He knew he could never leave, he didn’t want to anymore.
When the knots went down, both alphas pulled out gently, not wanting to hurt the omega more. They laid Jimin down on the floor, all alphas together on one side of the room, looking at their omegas.
“These alphas didn’t get to knot you, so be a good omega and let them claim you in another way, okay doll?” Taehyung says to Jimin, as his hyungs and Jungkook come closer to the fucked out omega.
Jimin nods, eyes closed, opening his legs for the alphas, but he didn’t expect the warm stream and the strong smell of piss to drench him. Jimin should feel disgusted, should scream to them to stop, but his omega doesn’t let him, the feeling of being owned surpassing any disgust his human side could have. It was the highest form of claiming besides a mating mark anyway. Jimin smiled fucked out, starting to rub the piss into his skin, murmuring words.
“Speak up slut.” A voice commanded.
“J-jiminie is alphas now.” He stuttered, not being able to stop smiling even when the hot stream stopped. “Alphas own Jiminie.”
He turned around, got on his knees, and presented his cunt and rim to the alphas.
“Alphas, more, please? Don’t ever want to leave.” He pouted, looking back to the alphas, wanting to be knocked up and be nothing but a breeding bitch to the six men.
“As if we would ever let you go, princess.” Namjoon said, getting ready to breed his bitch.
Jimin’s hunger finally got sated. At least for a while, but he would have all his alphas to satiate it every day.