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Seokjin would probably class himself as a strong alpha.
Definitely.
Although, considering everyone in the group was an alpha, it got a little tough. He was the eldest, though, and with shoulders of his size, no one would dare try to face off against him. He had a commanding yet soft alpha voice, and even though he had never heard the others use their own alpha voice so far (by his request) he knew he was stronger. He was strong. Definitely stronger than the rest.
Even if he was currently on his knees by Taehyung's feet, whining and drooling from the mouth.
The morning had started like every other morning. Namjoon was busy flicking through the TV channels whilst Yoongi snored in the armchair, having come in late from GeniusLab. Jimin and Jeongguk were bickering over who got to sit next to the AC unit as it was the middle of summer, whilst Hoseok was busy helping out by serving up breakfast for everyone. Seokjin was nursing a headache with a cup of black coffee as Taehyung crept up behind him, voice deep with sleep as he spoke a cheery; “Good morning Jin-hyung!”
“Jesus Tae! You terrified me-” Seokjin couldn’t be mad when Taehyung wrapped his arms around the elders waist, nuzzling his nose into his neck to scent him. They were all alphas, sure, but they were a pack. The bond they shared calmed each other, and often if one of them got too aggressive, Seokjin was the one they all returned to scent. He smelt just like home . Honestly, it made Seokjin a little uncomfortable at first. He wasn’t an omega, so he didn’t understand why they enjoyed scenting him. He had gotten used to it over time though, and welcomed it constantly now. “Sorry Hyung. I didn’t miss breakfast right?” Taehyung yawned. Hoseok grinned, shaking his head at the sleepy alpha. “Nope! You’re just in time!” A plate was passed to Taehyung, and all seven hungry alphas dug into the food with glee.
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Rest periods were good, sure.
BTS loved resting.
What they didn’t love was sharing a house for 24 hours a day with every other Alpha in the pack .
Of course, they had each visited home and gone out with friends, but now they were all back at the house together. Seokjin could practically feel the tension in the air between Taehyung and Jeongguk now, and it was affecting everyone's mood. The two had fallen out over a simple thing; who ate the last chicken sandwich. It was neither of the two. It was Seokjin. However they seemed to believe it was each other and the arguments had escalated from there. Namjoon even had to step in as leader and force the two into shutting up for an hour. Everyone was grouped together watching a movie in the main room. Hoseok was almost fast asleep on Jimin's shoulder, whilst Yoongi made offhanded comments about how shitty the acting was in this movie. Seokjin was sat (unfortunately) in the middle of the two bickering alphas, and it was pissing him off . All he wanted to do was watch a movie, but no. It was getting too much, and Seokjin felt his blood start to boil before he saw red.
“Will you just shut the fuck up?!” He yelled, eyes wide in exasperation as he heard his own alpha voice come through in his words. “You’re both so fucking annoying! I’m trying to watch a film and you just keep fighting like kids and-” “Shut the fuck up, Seokjin.” Taehyung growled. No one expected it, and every Alpha in the room turned to look with a confused expression. Seokjin gasped as he was cut off by Taehyung using his alpha voice. It made his head spin and sent his thoughts spiralling down, down into the abyss. He suddenly couldn’t see straight because an alpha just commanded me and oh god it sounded so hot . He wasn’t an omega so why did it have this effect on him?! Before he knew it, the poor alpha let out a soft whine, head hazy as his body heated up.
The room was silent, hungry vultures watching the way the normally calm and collected alpha whined and gripped onto Taehyung's leg. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked directly into his eyes, but Seokjin couldn’t focus, it all felt so hot and so much he had to leave right now before I do something stupid. He tried to stand, but he heard it again. The deep toned voice sending chills up his spine. “Stay. Kneel.” Seokjin whined so loud . It made no difference. His body and mind betrayed him as he did as Taehyung asked. The alphas were amazed. They knew Seokjin was an alpha. He went into rut annually, had no heats and didn’t produce slick. Yet he was acting like this just from hearing an alpha voice? Taehyung smirked at the dazed alpha, running a hand through his hair gently. He ignored the way Seokjin mewled and leant into the touch, even ignoring the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he leant into the touch.
“Good omega bitch.”
Namjoon's eyes widened at Taehyung's words, but Seokjin didn’t even flinch. What on earth is going on? The argument was forgotten as Jeongguk caught on quickly to what Taehyung was doing. He grinned wickedly, gripping Seokjin's hair and clearing his throat to warm up his voice. “Ah Jinnie Hyung~ Such a big scary alpha… what happened?” Seokjin practically gasped, legs trembling as his body was pulled back by the maknae of the group. The other alphas looked on in shock as Seokjin was manipulated around by the two alphas, unable to do anything but watch in rapt attention as Seokjin's legs were forced open by Taehyung while Jeongguk teasingly used his foot to rub over the already prominent bulge there.
“Jinnie? Are you hard from this?” Jeongguk asked, voice teasing the eldest alpha relentlessly. It seemed like whatever they said had an effect on the man, yet they didn’t let up. “Dirty slut,” Taehyung snarled, eyes almost black with lust. Seokjin was pinned down on the floor by Jeongguk, whilst Taehyung looked towards their pack leader. “Don’t you want in on the fun? Look at him. He’s like an omega just without the heat," Jeongguk smirked, running a hand roughly through Seokjins hair. “N-not an...omega...” Seokjin whimpered, almost as if he didn't want this, but his body was betraying him. Namjoon looked at the protesting alpha, and his eyes darkened with lust. He had wanted Seokjin all to himself since debut, but laid off considering, well, they were both alphas. But now? He had a chance to ruin Seokjin, and there was no way he would pass that up.
Seokjin was drooling, completely basking in the pleasure of just being around other alphas and god their scent felt like it was invading all of his pores, seeping into his skin and ruining him without them even having to touch him. “Want the head alpha to touch you, Jinnie? Bet you’d love it if the leader treated you like the bitch you are," came the growl right next to his ear from someone who sounded a lot like Taehyung. The answering whine was enough to have Namjoon on his feet and moving over to the other with purpose. Taehyung and Jeongguk stepped aside, and even they found it hard not to be affected by Namjoon’s rumbling tone.
“Up. Now. I want you in your room, stripped and on all fours. Don’t make us wait.”
Seokjin was in a trance. He couldn’t think of anything but to obey his alpha . He got up, scampering into the bedroom while hurriedly pulling off his shirt, and Namjoon turned to the others with a sigh. “What’s gotten into him? Could it be stress? Rut? Maybe there’s something off with his hormones?” The leader speculated, and Jeongguk shrugged with a wicked grin. “I don’t know, but I also don’t mind him being like this. I mean, how often do you guys think of fucking an omega? There’s like, kind of one right there for us now. If we just use lube it’s like he’s slick. He can be our little toy.” Yoongi was silent as he watched the alpha go, eyes focusing on the way the boys eagerly followed Seokjin into the room. The elders held back. “Namjoon… Is it really right to touch him this way? What if it really fucks him up? He is our Hyung after all.” Hoseok asked, hearing a soft whimper drift out of the bedroom and some hissed words from Jimin. “...I think he wants this just as much as us. Something obviously caused him to slip and he needs our help now. It wouldn’t be right of me as pack leader to deny him of what he needs.” “Count me in.” Yoongi moved to stand up, rubbing his palms on his jeans. Hoseok nodded and stood up too, cheeks a little flushed as more moans left the open door. It was hard for the alphas to think of reason when Seokjin was acting like this.
Walking into the room, the three men were shocked at the display in front of them.
Seokjin was completely bare, chest pressed to the bed as his hips were raised in the air to expose his hairless hole. Since when did an alpha shave? Both his hands were on his asscheeks, pulling them apart so the little pink muscle was visible, and the alphas loved it. “Jinnie… So pretty. On display just like an omega,” Taehyung cooed as his hand moved to gently stroke down the curve of his back. Seokjin didn’t reply, just whimpered and tossed his hips up a little more. Jeongguk was itching to touch him, but Namjoon cleared his throat, and suddenly all hands were off of Seokjin in favour of the lead alpha taking his turn with him.
“Hm...Seokjin-ah, what should we do with you?” The rhetorical question from the pack alpha got a whimper from Seokjin, and Namjoon let out a low chuckle in response. Kneeling on the bed behind Seokjin, he covered the males body with his own, draping over him like a blanket before coming to whisper in his ear. “Baby, tell me where you want alpha? Where should I touch you first? Your tight little pussy ?” Namjoons voice was low and dripping in lust, and it drove Seokjin wild . He tossed his hips back and up, connecting with Namjoons crotch and gasping at the contact. “Yes! Pleeease alpha~!” “Please what? Tell me what I should do?” “Please touch m-my...my pussy.” Yoongi and Jimin raised their eyebrows, in disbelief that their eldest hyung Seokjin would ever say something so lewd. The alpha was completely gone, eyes bleary and unfocused just to chase the pleasure he was getting from being degraded.
“Stay there Seokjin. Jimin, open him up. Tae, you fuck him first. I’ll knot him later, so I want him to be stretched.” Namjoon pulled away, and under his instruction Jimin knelt on the bed. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the poor alpha. It was like he had no control of his body, and Jimin just wanted to help him relax. Fingers danced across his feverish skin, yet Seokjin didn’t bat an eyelash. “Seokjin-ah, I’m going to stretch you. It might hurt because, well, you’re an alpha , but bear with me!” Seokjin didn’t even register the words spoken to him. They flew in one ear and straight out across the other, but he didn’t need to understand. He was perfectly fine laying there and taking whatever came next.
Wet fingers danced across his rim, and it took Seokjin a few seconds to realise that it was omega slick being used to lube him up. Omega slick was kind of expensive, and a lot of alphas used it to jack off with considering the scent amped up their arousal. Seokjin bit back a whimper as the first finger pushed inside. “Now you’re all wet, just like an omega! Cute!” Jimin grinned in glee, giving Seokjin's rump a light spank as he stretched his ass slowly. “Have you ever played with yourself back here, cutie?” Jimin asked, watching the way the boy arched into the touch and tightened his hole around the second finger Jimin added. His eyebrows were knitted together in a light frown, but his lips were parted whilst drool slipped out. Hoseok cursed softly, nudging Jeongguk and motioning to the line of spit making its way down the alphas lips. Jeongguk had to look away. “You can talk baby! Come on, use your words,” Jimin's chipper and sweet voice rang through the room, Seokjin jolting and drowning it out with a loud moan as three fingers worked their way into his tight virgin hole.
“N-no...No I’ve never- Not an omega- Didn't touch-” Seokjin's voice was small and feeble, nothing like the confident and well-spoken man who showed his face to their dedicated and lovely fans. It even surprised the men watching him, and Namjoon got up to check on the blissed-out alpha. “Seokjinnie...My darling baby, do you want this? Do you want us to touch you?” Namjoon looked at Jimin, who seemed a little awkward with half of his fingers shoved into Seokjin's hole. The alpha took a shaky breath, flashing Namjoon a dopey grin. “Wan...want you to carry on. Keep touching Jinnie!” Seokjin was slipping into subspace, and Namjoon could do nothing but make sure he was cared for by the horny alphas surrounding him.
Half an hour later, Seokjin was non-verbal. All he did was moan and gasp, making submissive omega chirps as Taehyung fucked into his hole roughly. His head was being held up by Namjoon, the leader watching Seokjin's face contort in pleasure, halting the eager alphas if they hurt his beloved Seokjinnie. “Close, Jinnie.” Taehyung grunted, fingers digging angry red marks into the males shapely hips. He had been fucking into the omega for a little over ten minutes, and he was finally nearing the end of his orgasm. Seokjin was tired, but he knew he had five other alphas to serve. “Where do you want it?” Taehyung grunted, holding back until he had consent from Seokjin. The other alpha couldn’t even remember to breathe properly, so there was no hope in him forming words. He showed where he wanted it with his actions, opening his mouth wide and letting his pink tongue loll out. “Fuck,” Taehyung grunted, moving to release in Seokjin's waiting mouth. In his current position on Namjoon's lap, a few drops of Taehyung's cum dropped onto the head alphas thigh. Seokjin couldn’t let it go to waste! He leant down and quickly lapped up the liquid, swallowing with a sated smile. Eyes slipping closed, Seokjin kept his hips raised for whoever wanted at his eager hole next.
The other four men were momentarily stupefied, before Yoongi had a brilliant idea. “Hey, Jinnie? Remember that gag gift I got you for your birthday? The cute outfit? Why don’t you dress up in it for us? I know you’d suit it well,” Yoongi spoke, moving to kneel on the bed and gently run a calloused hand over the soft skin of his cheek. Seokjin mewled, opening his eyes and nodding his consent. “Of course...Dress me up, Yoongichii~” His voice still kept a submissive lilt to it, but he was relaxing after the fucking Taehyung subjected him to. Yoongi hummed, getting up to rummage through Seokjin's closet. The rest of the boys were silent as Yoongi looked for the outfit, some finding it a little awkward, but Seokjin was glad for the time to recover and relax. His thoughts were all jumbled, and he found it too hard to even think of his name. It was hard. He should leave all the thinking to the clever pack alpha! Yeah...That’s what he’d do!
“Here. Let’s get you dressed.”
Ten minutes later, Seokjin was completely dressed up. He was sat against the headboard of the bed, pillows removed for the time being. The tiny grey cropped sweater snaked down his arms yet didn't come past his chest, stopping above his nipples. Thin waist was left exposed, until it reached a tiny pink skirt. It was more a strip of fabric really. It barely came past his ass, and showed off the pastel pink thong the alpha had struggled to put on. Unfortunately, Seokjin's hard cock had pushed the pretty panties out of the way, and stood stiff against his stomach. His once bare thighs were clad in an opaque pink-tinted pair of thigh-high stockings. Yoongi admired his handiwork, before turning with a smug grin to look at the reactions of the others. The remaining alphas all looked impressed at the little doll they had to play with, and Seokjin was just making it easier to want to wreck him. His large cock stood proudly against his flat stomach, knot throbbing in his underwear. It was a shame such a big cock like that was useless.
“Fuck, can I touch him next?” Hoseok cursed, and Yoongi smiled, moving out of the way so Hoseok could reach the bed. Namjoon took his place behind Seokjin, chest pressed to his back as he held him gently. “There we go… Hoseok is gonna touch you, pretty baby. Bet you’d like that, angel?” Namjoon crooned, watching the way Seokjin tilted his head to stare up at Namjoon as if he hung the stars in the sky. He smiled, pleased with the way the submissive alpha giggled and looked back at Hoseok. Namjoon sighed, placing his hands gently on Seokjin's waist as he let his mind wander. What actually caused Seokjin to act this way? A fault in his genes? Recessive omega genes? Maybe it’s just stress… Or he could really just be a submissive alpha? Surely it isn’t that rare…
Namjoon was ripped out of his thoughts by a loud slap! And a whine from Seokjin. He focused on the scene in front of him, eyes widening as he took it in. Seokjin had a red handprint on his thigh, and Hoseok was grinning sadistically down at the pretty alpha. Jimin was by his side, getting jacked off by Seokjin eagerly. “Hoseok? Did you hit him?” Namjoon asked, hold tightening on Seokjin's body protectively. Hoseok snorted, before bringing his hand back to hit the flesh again. On cue, Seokjin let out a loud moan, arching his hips up for more. Namjoon was stunned. He hadn’t expected the alpha to be so masochistic. He couldn’t say he hated it.
“More!” Seokjin begged, spreading his legs and speeding up his hand for Jimin to buck into. Hoseok was only happy to oblige, this time inching closer and closer to Seokjin's throbbing cock. His hand pulled back, and a light slap caught Seokjin's length. The alpha gasped, cheeks burning in humiliation from Hoseok literally slapping his cock. “You like that?” Hoseok groaned, watching as precum dribbled from Seokjins twitching length. “Jinnie… Fuck, be a good boy and cum when I say, yeah?” Hoseok asked, and Seokjin nodded in response. He wanted to be good for his alphas! But even he was confused as he watched Hoseok pull his aching cock from the confines of his underwear and hold it steady. “This will only be for a second but… Jinnie, Jinnie make sure you cum for me, yeah?” Hoseok muttered. Namjoon raised an eyebrow as he watched Hoseok seat himself on the submissives length.
Seokjin let out a shaky groan, the sensations overwhelming as he felt pleasure he had never felt before. From his position on top of the other, Hoseok reached down and quickly spat on his fingers to lube them up, before they were placed carefully inside of Seokjin. The alpha whined, legs attempting to close from how stimulated he felt. The other boys could only watch as Hoseok crooked his fingers once, twice, before Seokjin was a sobbing mess. His hips bucked up as he released his seed inside of the dancer, and Hoseok moaned as he felt the submissive fill him up. The feeling of Seokjin filling him up was enough to make Hoseok's own cock dribble cum down the thick length. Jimin was in shock for the whole scene, but watching Seokjin sob through his orgasm spurred him on, and he released over Seokjin's hand with a soft sigh.
Hoseok climbed off of the male, hissing as his now soft cock slid out of his body, and turned with a smile to the alpha. “Good boy. You did so well.” Hands came to stroke his quivering thighs, and Seokjin let out a sated whimper. “N-never done that before… Felt weird~” he pouted, and Hoseok chuckled and pressed a little kiss to Seokjin's clean hand. “Of course it would. You’re much suited to bottoming, baby.” With a final kiss, Hoseok cleared off the bed with Jimin following, and Seokjin was left once again with Namjoon on the bed. Only Jeongguk and Yoongi remained in the room, cocks stiff against their stomachs. Seokjin felt bad. He hadn’t pleased everyone and the other alphas were probably sad! He didn’t want them to be sad!
"Come fuck Jinnie! Jinnie still has room for more cum~” The dirty alpha begged, and Namjoon chuckled at the look of embarrassment that crossed over Jeongguks face. Seokjin really was too lewd for them to handle. “Jinnie… you’re filthy. How about me and Yoongi-hyung fuck you together?” The youngest mumbled, and Seokjin nodded eagerly. He spread his legs and giggled, moving Namjoon's hands up to his chest to rest on his sensitive nipples. Namjoon took the hint, gently rolling the buds between his fingertips as Yoongi advanced on the bed. “Alright...Jinnie on your knees. You can ride me first while Kook takes you from behind?” Seokjin nodded in agreement at Yoongi's words, quickly moving to get in position. Namjoon moved away, which only caused Seokjin to pout. He wanted his pack alpha there too!
Yoongi laid underneath the alpha, seating him on his length without a hitch. He knew his cock was probably the thickest out of all the group, so he wanted Seokjin to take it slow and adjust to him. Seokjin was more than happy to enjoy the ride. The thick length inside of him was stretching him so well. He couldn’t wait to have two cocks inside of him! “God… Look at you. Useless alpha. You’d be better as a pretty omega, hm? All wet for us and ready to take a cock whenever we please~” Yoongi hissed, hands coming to rest on Seokjin's wide hips as he helped the male bounce on his lap. Seokjin pouted, nodding. “Wish I was an omega, Yoonie… Wanna be slick and full of pups for all of you...” Namjoon noticed the male getting a little put out, and he quickly moved to run a hand through his hair. “But baby, we love you as an alpha.” Jeongguk nodded in agreement with Namjoons words, clearing his throat. “A perfect, slutty little alpha with a worthless knot. Look at it,” Jeongguk slapped the pulsating knot and Seokjin jolted, nodding. “Never gonna use it so what’s the point? As if a weak little alpha like you would ever get to knot an omega’s cunt? All you’re good for is taking cock.”
Namjoon worried that the degrading was too much for the boy, but he seemed perfectly fine. In fact, his cheeks were flushed. Tears rolled down his face, but they were ones of arousal, and Yoongi bit back a groan at how fuckable the male looked. “Jeongguk- Fuck, come on. Get in as well. He’s loose enough,” Yoongi hissed, pulling Seokjin down a little so Jeongguk could take control of his hips and press the blunt tip of his cock to his already stretched hole. Seokjin gasped, tearing up all over again as he thrashed his head wildly. “N-no! Too much! Too fast...” Namjoon cursed, ready to call the scene to a halt. Before he could, Jeongguk let out a groan as his cock pushed past the initial resistance and sheathed fully inside the alpha. Seokjin was silent, taking deep gasping breaths and Namjoon just couldn’t stand by and watch the poor boy.
Coming to kneel just over Yoongi's head, Namjoon pulled Seokjin's head to his chest, running a gentle hand through his hair with a sigh. “Come on baby. Does it feel good? Tell- tell alpha how good it feels, little omega,” Namjoon breathed, watching Seokjin's pupils dilate as he blinked up at the leader. It was like a switch was flipped inside of him, and he let out a high moan of pleasure. “Alpha! It feels so good~ Please fuck me Yoonie, Gukkie~ Jinnie wants your cum sooo bad!” Seokjin begged, and who were they to say no? Starting up a brutal pace, Yoongi and Jeongguk began alternating thrusts inside the alpha. Seokjin's hole was always being fucked full, and he could barely focus it felt so good. The cocks rubbed past his prostate every second, and Seokjin felt so close already. The head alpha tried to soothe him as best he could, and Seokjin took to swirling his tongue around Namjoons dusky nipples, suckling the buds as a form of comfort.
It only took five minutes for Yoongi to curse and release inside of Seokjin's waiting hole. The alpha was panting hard with his face pressed against Namjoons chest, held there by a pair of strong arms. Yoongi stayed seated inside of him for a few more minutes, waiting for Jeongguk to finish off. It didn’t take long, the maknae grunting as he emptied inside Seokjin's used hole. The two pulled out, and Namjoon noticed the alpha beginning to drop out of his subspace slowly. He was becoming more aware, and looked a little panicked at the sensations he had felt from the past hour rushing his body at once. “Guys, go clean up. I’ll deal with Seokjin,” Namjoons alpha voice was authoritative and no one wanted to disobey, so Yoongi and Jeongguk cleared out, picking up the dirty clothes to toss in a wash basket on their way out.
Silence filled the room, until Seokjin cleared his throat and blinked up at Namjoon. “I… I don’t know what came over me… Really… One minute we were all watching a film and then the next-” Seokjin took in his current position and current outfit, before he felt the ache in his ass and he blushed instantly. “Oh… I’m not an omega so why...?” Seokjin looked so confused. It was adorable. Namjoon chuckled, gently running his hands through Seokjin's hair as he laid him against the soft crumpled sheets. “Well, it might just be in your genes. Or you were stressed and needed us to relieve you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We just have to be careful of using our alpha voices around you, baby,” the pack alpha grumbled, large hands moving to run over Seokjin's pale thighs. The alpha sighed at the contact, nodding. Again, a peaceful silence settled over the two, before Seokjin broke it once more.
“It’s your turn...” He spoke, voice barely above a whisper. Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “Hm? My turn?” He asked, confused. Seokjin spread his legs, cheeks a pale pink. It took a few seconds, but Namjoon caught on instantly. “Oh- I mean- You don’t have to do this, Seokjin-hyung.” “I want to. Really badly.” At the admission from the older Alpha, Namjoon descended on him like a ravenous lion eating his first meal in a month. Soft yet powerful kisses were placed onto his plush lips and Seokjin felt complete. The kiss lasted for more than 5 minutes, the two content to completely give themselves up to each other. Namjoon's hands wandered down Seokjin's thighs, using the leftover cum from the boys as lube to stroke his cock to full hardness. “Jinnie… I hope you realise I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Wanted you to be mine for so long,” Namjoon growled, voice deep with lust and Seokjin felt so weak. “Want you too. Please- just God I want you so bad.”
Namjoon was a people pleaser after all, so he pushed his length inside of Seokjin's still tight hole. He’s been fucked so hard by so many cocks… It’s a wonder he’s still perfect and tight for me. A perfect little omega . He didn’t give Seokjin time to adjust. He adjusted in the hour the boys had him. Instead, Namjoon laced his fingers with Seokjin's own, and began pumping in and out of his body at a leisurely pace.
The two were in the bedroom, joined as one, for at least half an hour. The soft sounds Seokjin was making sounding like an angel, whilst Namjoon's groans and muttered filth served to corrupt him. The moon shone in the dark lit sky when the two had finished, and when Seokjin limped slowly out of the bedroom with a dark purple mating bite on his neck, none of the other boys said a single word.