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Namjoon shifted restlessly, poised on hands and knees as both the youngest and eldest of the group stood behind him.
“You're lucky Jungkook,” Seokjin began. “You get such a seasoned receptacle for your first breeding season.” Seokjin spoke to Jungkook as if Namjoon wasn't even there, just a hole for his eggs. It had a shiver run down his spine, and Seokjin only acknowledged it by petting Namjoon’s back lightly.
Jungkook on the other hand never took his eyes off of where Namjoon was presented, ready to take their maknae’s first batch of eggs. He’d heard from his hyungs how warm Namjoon felt, how well he took whatever they gave him, and he was brimming with excitement to see his leader whining under him as he pumped him with egg after egg. The base Jungkook’s cock was already swelling at the mere prospect.
Namjoon sighed as Seokjin plunged a finger into his wet hole, testing to see how stretched he was. Seokjin met no resistance, and he smirked, pleased, “Bangtan’s little brood mare is always so ready for it. You can go ahead, Jungkook. Hyung will help you if you need it.”
Without needing further encouragement, Jungkook stepped up to Namjoon’s exposed hole, thumbing it himself just to get a reaction out of his hyung. It worked, Namjoon pushing his hips back against the younger’s hand. At this, Jungkook just smirked.
“No teasing him,” Seokjin chided. “That's no way to treat our breeding bitch, Kookie.”
Still looking smug, Jungkook pulled his hand away to grasp at his dick instead, “Sorry, Seokjin-hyung.”
Seokjin flicks Namjoon’s leaking cock, causing the man to flinch and whine, “He’s needy as is.”
Jungkook’s smug expression faded into fondness, and with the hand not on his own cock, he gripped Namjoon’s hip adoringly. “I’ll take care of you, hyung,” Jungkook said sweetly, the first time Namjoon has been addressed this whole time.
Namjoon hummed in response, “Give me your eggs, Jungkook-ah.”
With that, Jungkook lined his cock up, forcing into Namjoon’s wet and waiting hole in one harsh thrust. The bulge at the base of his cock containing his eggs took a bit more of a push, but with a solid grind, it locked into Namjoon as well. Jungkook moaned at the sensation, the flesh sensitive for his first clutch of eggs.
“Good work, Kookie,” Seokjin murmured approvingly. “You're making our leader feel so good.”
Whining, Jungkook continues his slow grind, stimulating his bulge and in the process, Namjoon’s prostate. Namjoon was embarrassingly close already, but he held off, knowing there was more to come.
“Seokjin-hyung, I don't think I can hold them back much longer,” Jungkook panted, moving more purposefully into Namjoon.
The man on his knees moaned at the sensation, then turned his head to beg, “Give me them, Kook, please. I need them. G-give me your clutch.”
Seokjin chuckled, “Well? You heard him, didn’t you? Let go, Jungkook. It's okay.”
And with approval from both his hyungs, Jungkook released the tension he was holding in him, and Namjoon felt as the first of Jungkook’s eggs slid up his cock. Jungkook stilled his grinding, focused solely as his first egg slid into Namjoon. He whined at the sensation, overwhelmed at the feeling of emptying his first breeding season worth of eggs into a warm hole.
Namjoon himself was cherishing the full feeling building in his gut as more and more of them gathered inside him. He was in a daze from the arousal, each egg brushing firmly against his prostate. Namjoon was right there, teetering on the edge of coming, but he was startled when Jungkook sighed and pulled out, all his eggs deposited.
Oh right. First breeding season. Jungkook was only able to make a small handful of eggs until he aged a bit more.
Namjoon tamped down his disappointment, plastering on a smile for the maknae. He had a pleasant feeling inside him, sure, but nothing got Namjoon off better than the actual act of breeding, and he could feel his arousal waning at the lack of being bred.
Jungkook smiled, dazed. “Thanks, hyung,” he said, patting Namjoon’s ass playfully before flopping over on the bed beside him.
Seokjin, who had been silent for a while, laughed lowly once he got a look at Namjoon, “Don’t pout, Namjoon-ah. Didn’t I tell you? Hyung’s ready for breeding, too.”
At the idea of double the eggs, Namjoon’s eyes lit up happily. He flipped over onto his back, spreading his legs, “Please, hyungie.”
Jungkook giggled, watching the display half awake, “Wow, hyung, is Seokjin-hyung’s cock that great?”
Namjoon nodded absentmindedly, watching as Seokjin pulled down his sweatpants. Once his large cock was out in the open, Jungkook whistled, “Okay. Now I get it.”
Seokjin smirked, “I was always our little egg dump’s favorite, right Namjoon-ah? First one to breed that pretty little hole of your’s.”
Namjoon whined in response, pulling his legs up to his chest to expose himself. Namjoon felt as his thighs pressed against his slightly distended stomach. He’d been bloated out more, filled to the brim with how much the other members were able to produce since they were a bit older, but he still felt a swell of pride at how well Jungkook filled him. First time laying eggs for their maknae and his tummy was already so round. He was excited to see what Jungkook could produce once he had a few more breeding seasons under his belt.
Once fully on display for Seokjin, Namjoon sighed out, “Please, hyungie. I need more eggs, please .”
Seokjin cooed mockingly, “Aw, poor thing. Already been bred and still wants more?”
Namjoon nodded dumbly, whining petulantly, “You always fill me the best, hyung.”
Seokjin tugged at his cock, his own base swollen with eggs, “Then hyung will give you what you need, baby.”
And with that, he lined up his dick with Namjoon’s loose entrance, shoving into him with a practiced finesse that Jungkook didn’t possess yet. Namjoon groaned, feeling full once again. The intrusion jostled Jungkook’s eggs already deep inside him, the feeling knocking the air out of him.
Seokjin sighed, cherishing the warm, tight hole that was Namjoon as he ground his hips forward, his own egg bulge sliding snugly inside.
Namjoon groaned at the feeling, “God, I’m so full.”
Seokjin felt as his own eggs started moving up along his dick, “You’re about to feel it even more.”
Namjoon’s cock jumped as Seokjin’s first egg slid against his prostate, the egg much larger than Jungkook’s own. Seokjin was more matured, and his eggs were not only larger, but he produced more in a session, able to make up to 15 in a good season.
Namjoon exhaled, watching the bump in his lower stomach as Seokjin’s first egg joined where Jungkook’s already sat. It was euphoric, and from there, Namjoon felt nothing but the building pressure accompanied by the waves of pleasure as Seokjin’s clutch repeatedly pressed into his abused prostate. His stomach distended obscenely, and through the haze of pleasure, Namjoon really worried for a moment how much more he could take. But he trusted Seokjin, knowing he would never give more than what Namjoon’s body could accept. With that in mind, he relaxed fully into the sensations.
Seokjin grunted, answering Namjoon’s unasked question, “Just two more left for our little egg whore.”
Namjoon whined as one of them brushed against tender insides, lighting him up as they hit that spot of pleasure, carving a space out for itself in his guts.
“I’m close, hyungie,” Namjoon breathed. With a groan and a final solid grind, Seokjin forced the last of his clutch inside, the egg resting right against Namjoon’s swollen prostate. The constant pressure was what the overstuffed man needed to come between them, completely untouched.
Namjoon wailed, clenching down on Seokjin’s spent cock. The motion caused the eggs inside him to shift in his lower abdomen, knocking a grunt out of him.
Seokjin shushed him through his orgasm, stroking Namjoon’s face, “You did so well for us, Namjoon-ah. Always such a good little breeding hole.”
Namjoon panted as Seokjin spoke, trying to catch his breath the best he could. The eggs made it difficult, but he felt himself slowly relaxing from his orgasm regardless until he felt nothing but pleasantly full.
“Wow,” Jungkook said in awe, staring down at Namjoon’s distended stomach. “You’re incredible, Namjoon-hyung.”
Namjoon was too focused on the feeling in his gut to reply properly, so Seokjin did it for him.
“He is incredible,” Seokjin chuckled. “So amazing, our perfect little broodmare.”
Finally gaining some of his bodily functions back, Namjoon smiled at the compliment, reaching down to pet his stomach adoringly. “Always,” Namjoon sighed, sated, full of happiness and love for the eggs resting in his stomach. “Always.”