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Jin is at home, ready to enjoy his weekend by doing absolutely nothing but sleep and play video games when there’s a knock on his door. Knowing it’s not a delivery order as he decided to cook dinner tonight, he can only assume it’s his little pack of alphas who are asking for attention. Checking the comm, he finds that he is right as he sees three pairs of eyes staring at the small camera, looking pitiful in the cold.

His alphas are being needy. Sweet, but clingy. He should ignore them and go back to playing his game. They would get the picture that he wants to be left alone for the night. Before he goes to sit down again, the buzzer goes off again.

“Omega-hyung, let us in,” Jimin’s voice calls over the mic. 

“Yeah, we wanna talk to you about something,” Jungkook says, bringing his face closer to the camera, making his already big eyes distorted by the lens. 

Jin clicks the comm to speak back to them. “Yah, what makes you think I want to talk to you three?” 

“It’s not just us,” Taehyung scoots into the camera, “Yoongi-hyung, Hoseokie, and Namjoonie are with us too.” 

Great, all six of them are here. He clicks the comm and kindly states, “Pups, I don’t want to go out tonight.”

Suddenly there’s a bag of food hanging in front of the camera and Jin can see it’s from his favorite fried chicken place down the block. He feels his mouth water and the little dinner he made for himself earlier is no longer satisfying enough. 

“We don’t want to go out tonight,” Namjoon appears to the side of the camera, mostly blocked by the bag, “but we do want to see you.” 

Jin pouts to himself and presses the buzzard to let them in. He really is whipped for them. But also for fried chicken. 

A moment later, there’s a knock on his door before the keypad chimes, and then six alphas walk into his one-bedroom apartment, making their way in like they owned the place. He doesn’t turn off his game as he still plans to play even if he has guests. He knows the maknae alphas will be willing to do some rounds on Mario Kart, once they’ve been fed. Yoongi places the food on top of his coffee table in front of him, nervously blinking at him. 

“What?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow before he goes to open the bag. He hears Namjoon clear his throat and Jin looks over to where the alpha is standing by the kitchen where Jimin and Taehyung are huddled together, holding hands while whispering to each other. He glances over to Jungkook who is swaying slightly as he stares at the start menu on the TV. Hoseok arrives with some beers and a smile. 

“Here, hyung!” He says, handing Jin the cold beverage. He narrows his eyes as he takes the beer and a suspicious feeling begins to crawl its way into the room. 

“What do you want?” He asks, unsure if he should drink the beer or not. Not that he thinks the group is trying to poison him but they may want to throw something at him that will make him want to either choke or throw a pillow at them for their shenanigans. Clearly, it’s something by the way they all share glances at each other. 

He waits and decides to take a sip in the meantime while they all have their silent conversation.

“Hyung, do you remember a couple of weekends ago, when we went to your promotion dinner?” Jimin asks, starting the conversation.

Jin nods. It was a good party. His favorite coworkers took him out for dinner at one of their usual spots and Jin after a couple of drinks, called for his favorite alphas to come celebrate. By the time they all showed up, Jin was more than a little tipsy. Most of his memory of that night is a hazy mess but he had a great time. The following morning not so much…

Namjoon lets out a nervous cough. “Do you remember anything from that night?”

Jin thinks to himself. “The first part? Yeah, but after Jiminie showed up, that’s when it gets a little foggy.” He says. 

Jungkook groans, and his frustration is immediate. “This is stupid, guys, he doesn’t remember. So we should–” 

“No, we said we’d ask first. There’s no need to back down yet,” Yoongi interrupts. 

“What are we asking me?” Jin asks, raising an eyebrow and looking back and forth between Jungkook and Yoongi. 

“Hyung, there was a point in the night that you… starting talking about your college days.” Namjoon says, blushing a little. Jin thinks for a moment, wondering why he would be talking about his university days and why that would cause Namjoon to blush. Besides being an ace student and having excellent attendance, there wasn’t – wait. 

Jin closes his eyes and tries to will down the blush that is crawling its way up his chest and neck before settling on his ears. He knows what they are talking about and he wishes he could smack his past drunk self for bringing it up. Rubbing a hand over his face, he mutters, “I talked about my…wild days, didn’t I?” 

Jungkook nods enthusiastically while Hoseok lets out a pile of giggles, endearingly laughing at Jin’s red ears. Jin can hear the wince in Namjoon’s voice as he lets an exaggerated, “ Yeah .”

Before Jin can say anything else, be it an explanation or an apology for embarrassing his dongsaengs, Taehyung jumps in, desperation in his voice, “Can you really do it, hyung? Can you really take any size knot?” 

The silence is heavy between them as the alphas look at Jin with a mix of want and embarrassment. They’re not embarrassed by Jin, he can tell, but rather at how desperate they sound, their flushed faces, and the soft hint of need in their scents, seeping out from their scent blockers. 

Jin takes in a deep breath. “Why do you want to know, Taehyung-ah?” Jin enjoys the pink flush on the young alpha’s face as he struggles to respond.

“You mentioned,” Jimin speaks up, nervously clears his throat a little, and continues, “You mentioned you kinda missed those days and then you went into some details on some of those, uh, escapades you had…We thought maybe. Um.” He seems stuck on what he wants to say which Jin is surprised by. He figured Jimin would be more confident about this but seeing him struggle is adorable. 

Jin leans back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. “So you, what? Colluded with each other to see if I would be up to fucking you all?” He asks, trying to sound annoyed to cover his own interest and mild embarrassment. But when they all nod, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat.

“You were really, uh, explicit about your experiences, as well as upset that you’ve been without for so long and well…” Namjoon says, flicking his eyes back and forth between everyone, “We thought we could scratch your back as they say while curing us of our curiosity.”

“So you want to fuck me?” Jin asks bluntly. Namjoon goes red but doesn’t back down as he gives Jin a nod. 

Jin sighs, leaning back against his couch. “Quick question. When I was telling everyone my personal business , was it just between us, or were any of my coworkers present?” God, if his manager was listening to him wax poetic about missing knots and getting fucked on the daily, Jin’s going to have to quit his job and move to another city. Possibly another country. 

“It was just between us,” Yoongi confirms, “once Jimin-ah arrived, the last of your co-workers left and that’s when you ‘let loose.’”

“Oh, thank god,” Jin says, relieved. Now he can think about it. 

Fucking his friends, his close friends, would be a line Jin didn’t think he would ever cross. Is it a line that he could cross?

“Why?” He asks, curious. “Why do you want to fuck me?”

“If we’re all going to be a little vulnerable and honest, hyung,” Hoseok says, walking up to stand next to Namjoon, “we’ve all had or have crushes on you, and have had the desire to fuck you but just didn’t think we could or should cross that line.” 

They all nod in agreement. “We know it’s a risk with the change of our dynamic but since that night, and when you went into detail about all the sex you’ve had in university, it just made all of our heads spin,” Taehyung says. “We couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Jin looks at each of them and sees the nervous looks on their brows and mouths as they wait for his reaction. The very present lust in their eyes. They’ve thought about this. They’re good alphas, good people, and he can’t really find it in him to say no. He would be lying to himself if he said he’d never thought about it either. 

Namjoon walks over and carefully sits next to him. “I know this might be a little overwhelming, hyung, you can just think about it later or never, and we can–”

Jin kisses Namjoon to shut him up but also because he wants to kiss him. He hears a slight hitch in someone’s breath (Jimin’s) but doesn’t stop to check, he presses his mouth firmer against Namjoon’s plush lips until Namjoon sinks back, quickly deepening the kiss. He feels Namjoon’s large hands reach around his waist to pull him closer to him, keeping one on his waist while the other travels up to his cheek. They kiss for several moments and Jin feels the stares coming from the other five alphas watching them, making want burn in his chest at being watched – desired, wanted . Good little alphas waiting their turn to kiss their omega hyung.

He nips at Namjoon’s bottom lip before pushing him back, Namjoon moaning a little at the lack of contact. “Next,” Jin says with a cheeky grin. He tuts at Namjoon’s pouting face. “Everyone gets a turn, Namjoon-ah, that’s the rule.” He pats the alpha’s cheek. “Don’t be greedy, baby.” 

Before Namjoon can argue further or even defer, he’s pushed out of the way by Hoseok who walks over with little regard for anyone else and leans down with a brazen smile and a “Jawn” as he cups Jin’s chin before kissing him. With Namjoon, the kiss was soft and careful, gentle and eager. Just like Namjoon and Jin liked it a lot. With Hoseok, his mouth is just as fluid as his hips and Jin is taken by surprise.

But he doesn’t let it slip him up and quickly matches Hoseok’s pace and he enjoys Hoseok’s gasp of surprise as he brings the lankier alpha onto the couch, hovering above him. He places his hands on Hoseok’s hips while the alpha laughs a little into his mouth before resuming a harsh pace with his tongue, determined to taste every bit of Jin’s mouth. Jin hears someone growling but is unsure if it’s because Hosoek is kissing him or they are impatience in general. It sends goosebumps down his arms but he ignores it. He honestly doesn’t care as he means it when he says everyone will get their turn. He won’t be rewarding bad behavior.

He taps Hoseok’s shoulder, letting him know his turn is over and thankfully he stops but not before giving Jin a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth before getting off of him. Jin tries to ignore the slight spinning in his vision as he looks at the remaining alphas, standing around eyes glued to Jin’s pink face.

“Who growled?” He asks, panting a little.

“Jungkookie,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly.

“Hyung!” Jungkook cries, betrayed while Jimin and Taehyung giggle menacingly. Yoongi shrugs.

“Every alpha for himself, Kookie, that was the agreement.” 

“That means that Jungkook goes last then,” Jin says and waves Yoongi over who nearly jumps over the table for the opportunity causing Jimin to laugh at him. Jungkook tries to argue but Taehyung puts him in a playful headlock to keep him quiet. Jin gives them a look over Yoongi’s shoulder but says nothing as Yoongi begins his turn, pressing his petal lips against Jin’s. 

Their first kiss is chaste, nearly fleeting like Yoongi is merely kissing Jin’s cheek and will be moving on in less than a heartbeat. Jin presses his mouth firmer against Yoongi’s and the alpha quickly gets the picture, he moves his mouth away from Jin’s, placing open mouth kisses on Jin’s jawline and moving down his neck, nipping at the tender skin under his jaw.

“I wanna use my turn wisely,” Yoongi mutters against Jin’s skin, his voice a little raspy, “I’ll have time to kiss you properly later but I’ve been wanting to bite and kiss your neck for months , hyung.” Hearing that makes Jin feel a little dizzy and he can’t help the small whine that escapes from his mouth. This only entices the alpha to bite a little harder against his neck. 

Jin looks over to Hosoek and Namjoon who are staring intently at him. He can tell how much they want to touch him, he can smell it on all of them. All of their pheromones, even muted by the scent blockers, are mixing heavily together in his small living room and it makes Jin’s head spin. He can taste them in the back of his throat and his omega is dying for more. 

He lets Yoongi attack his neck for half a breath longer before he taps him on his shoulder, silently letting him know his turn is over. Yoongi officially ends his turn with a gentle kiss on the mouth before pulling away with a sigh. Jin turns to look over at his young alphas who are eagerly awaiting their turn. Jin lets out a low whine, spreading his legs as he sinks into the couch a little further. He looks over at Jimin and Taehyung who are clearly vibrating for a chance to be next.

“Move the table,” Jin commands, resting his foot against the coffee table. Taehyung quickly moves it to the side, leaving a large space open. Jin points to the small closet in the hallway. “Someone get some nesting materials.” Jungkook sprints to the closet with Taehyung hot on his heels. “Jimin, go get the pillows and the folded blanket off my bed.” Jimin nods, happy to have a task, and makes his way to Jin’s bedroom. 

“You’re gonna nest?” Namjoon asks in awe. 

“We can’t all fit on the couch, Namjoon,” Jin says standing up and walking over to a chest near the wall. He opens it, revealing more blankets and pillows stuffed inside. “If we’re going to fuck, we need room and you, especially, aren’t going to fit in my bed.” He begins laying down his first layer by the time Taehyung and Jungkook come back with every single blanket and spare pillow they can grab. Jimin is right behind them with Jin’s requested items.

Jin fondly shakes his head as he begins to build a nest.

“Do you want any help with arranging, hyung?” Yoongi asks hesitantly, clearly wanting to help in some way. Jin shakes his head.

“I’m not making a full nest, just enough to keep it comfortable for us,” He says, quickly adding a couple of blanket layers down. Jin holds his hand out for more blankets which the younger alphas happily hand over. He lines the perimeter of the nest with the pillows, grabbing his favorites from his bed and tossing them in the middle of the makeshift nest. It’s not his best but it will do for the night. 

“Have we decided who’s going to go first?” Jin asks before removing his shirt. He feels the heated stares from all the alphas as he begins to remove his clothes. “If you don’t like the idea of sloppy seconds, speak now or forever hold your peace, and also don’t join an orgy.” This causes Namjoon to choke a little and Jin can’t help the slight smirk that appears on his face.

“I don’t think any of us has a problem with sloppy seconds, hyung,” Jimin says, sounding a little dazed as he stares at Jin who is now sitting in the middle of the nest in only his underwear. Jin feels his skin prickle against the cool air and the lustful gazes. He feels something twist hotly in his belly as he sees everyone is still dressed, some still in their coats as they stand around him. 

“Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung says a little loud and very sudden like the thought just hit him. He swallows audibly. “Yoongi-hyung should go first.” He explains, looking around the room for any objections. Jin raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting that they would offer another alpha in place of themselves but he can’t say he’s not upset at the idea.

Jin looks over to Yoongi, his first alpha dongsaeng who is blushing a pretty pink on his pale face. He shifts from side to side, clearly a little nervous under Jin’s gaze.

“If hyung’s okay with it,” the eldest alpha mutters. 

Jin shrugs. “I’ve no objections.” He looks around the room and waits for anyone to speak up. 

“I object,” Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest. Jin blinks at him before grinning, feeling a little feral. 

“Are you going to fight for it, Kook-ah?” He asks, a little giddy at the idea of alphas fighting for a chance, a chance to be with him before everyone else only for Jungkook to shake his head.

“No,” He says with a pout. “You just can’t start yet.” He points at Jimin and Taehyung and then at himself. “You didn’t kiss us.” 

The younger alphas seem to remember that Jin stopped the kissing part to start building a nest and perk up at the idea of kissing the omega. Jin stares at Jungkook in disbelief before barking out a laugh. Jungkook pouts harder. “Alright, alright,” He says, shifting to his knees as he gestures with his hand for the young alphas to come into the nest. “Come here and get your kiss then, babies.” 

As they gently but excitedly step into his nest, he quickly adds, “You’re still last though, Jungkook-ah.” 

Jungkook groans but stops to let Jimin and Taehyung go first. Jimin shoves Taehyung first, making him stumble a little but he lets out a happy rumble when he realizes he gets to go first. He kisses Jin with enthusiasm, keeping it chaste but firm. He doesn’t deepen them, only gives Jin six consecutive kisses against his mouth before pulling away and stepping aside so that Jimin can go next.

Jimin is a little shy as he kisses Jin slowly, his plush lips soft and warm against Jin’s. It makes Jin want to hold him firm against him and take what he wants. Jin cups the back of his neck. He thinks Jimin wouldn’t mind being held down by an omega, and would let Jin take what he wants. Jin doesn’t go any further though, wanting to savor Jimin for as long as he’ll let him. Eventually, Jimin pulls away, a little starry-eyed and flushed and Jin wants to kiss him again but he hears a soft whine coming from his right and when he turns his head, he stares into Jungkook’s big brown eyes, sparkling with desire. His body is visibility vibrating as he’s barely holding himself back from stepping forward to kiss Jin. 

Jin leans back a little, and runs his tongue against the back of his teeth, eager to see how long he can keep taunting the younger alpha. Jungkook trembles harder and lets out another pitiful whine.

“Hyung, please,” Yoongi says from the couch, “He’s about to burst if you don’t do something soon.”

Jin scoffs but moves towards Jungkook and the alpha is there in his space in a blink, pressing himself against Jin’s mouth, hot and wet against his lips, ready to devour the omega. An impatient puppy with little manners or regard for Jin’s comfort, being led by his instincts. Jin will correct him later, but for now, he opens his mouth to Jungkook, letting the alpha get a taste of him, letting him move his needy hands over his body, feeling him leave small dents into his skin. 

Once he mentally counts down to ten, he firmly shoves Jungkook back easily. The alpha lets out another pitiful whine but doesn’t fight Jin for more. 

“Good boy,” Jin says, a little breathless, and gives Jungkook a soft pat against his cheek.

Jin sits back, looking over at the alphas on the couch. Namjoon is stiff against the cushions while Hoseok is relaxed, smiling softly as he watches Jin make out with their alpha maknaes. Yoongi is standing, alert and ready to step in, stand down, or start removing his clothes. Whatever Jin says he’s allowed to do. He stares down at Jin with simmering heat in his eyes while trying to appear casual about this situation.

He leans his head back, exposing his neck as he stretches out his legs. “How do I look, alphas?” He asks, smirking as the room fills with thick alpha pheromones. Jin feels like he could swim in it. 

“Good,” Namjoon croaks, “You look so good, hyung.” 

Jin preens, soaking in the attention. “Alright, puppies, let's get this started. Yoongichi, you were voted first, so step on up.” 

Yoongi sucks in a breath like he stepped into some cold water but nods his head. He begins to remove his layers and soon is as naked as Jin is, his black briefs the only thing left on his body. He gingerly steps closer to Jin, waiting for some sort of signal from the omega as Jin eyed him up and down. Yoongi is pale and lean, not as toned as Jungkook or Hosoek, with a little softness on his tummy and thighs. It makes Jin want to squish and bruise under his hands and mouth. Jin wonders how deep the colors would go on his pale thighs. He’s always been on the daintier side for alphas and has been called pretty by other alphas in passing. He’s already pinking up, his nipples pert against the cool air and Jin’s mouth waters as the urge to bite them surges through him.

“I want to go over a few things before we get started,” Jin says, eyeing every alpha in the room. “Moving forward we will use the red light, green light method for check-ins. Is everyone familiar?” Everyone nods and Jin smiles, “Good. First thing: No hitting, slapping, or spitting on my face. It’s my best feature and I don’t want it to be damaged. Plus, I don’t like it. However, I don’t mind light impact play as long as it’s not my face.” 

He holds up two fingers, “Number two: I like all forms of penetration. This is a free-for-all and I’m experienced with all of it.” Jin can hear their knots swelling at that sentence. He tries to hold back any laughing. “Assuming everyone is clean, condoms are optional.” He hears Namjoon hiss under his breath, “Fuck.” 

“And last,” Jin says as he spreads his legs, a silent invitation for Yoongi to step forward. “No scars, no blood, and no scat.” He eyes Taehyung and adds, “No feet stuff either.” Taehyung sticks his tongue at him. “Anyone have anything to add?” 

They all shake their heads as Yoongi kneels before him, gently grabs Jin by the waist, and waits a moment. Jin tilts his head, “What are you waiting for Yoongichi?” He teases, half expecting Yoongi to flip him over and have his way with him. Or maybe that’s what he wants from Yoongi.

“Kissing is okay, right, hyung?” Yoongi asks softly, rubbing his thumb against where the waistband of Jin’s underwear meets his skin. 

Jin gives his dongsaeng a small smile, “Yeah, Yoongi-ah, kissing is more than okay.”  The alpha returns the smile and leans in to kiss Jin. He starts chaste and sweet as he did the first time, like if he kisses Jin too hard at first, Jin will tell him to stop, yell at him to put his clothes on, and leave. Jin turns his head slightly to deepen the kiss, opening up his mouth so that Yoongi can slip his tongue inside. With silent permission, Yoongi begins to deepen the kiss. He holds Jin’s face in his large hands as he kisses him hard, using his tongue to taste the inside of Jin’s mouth, nipping at Jin’s lips with his canines and sucking the breath out of Jin’s lungs. 

Jin has missed kissing and Yoongi does not disappoint, ready to make due on his promise of proper kissing now. He’s definitely making a name for himself in Jin’s mind. Yoongi will find himself at the time of Jin’s Best Kisser list but Jin won’t tell him that now. Doesn’t want his dongsaeng to get an inflated ego so soon in the game. He pulls Yoongi closer, falling back into the temporary sex nest and moving his hands over Yoongi’s shoulders and back. Yoongi moves from Jin’s mouth to his neck and chest, going quickly for a nipple which has Jin bucking up as Yoongi sucks one into his mouth. 

It’s been so long since he’s had sex that Jin even forgot about his nipples being on the sensitive side. Jin moans as Yoongi tongues at his dark brown areola while taking the opposite one between his fingers. He rolls his hips automatically, looking for leverage so he can keep the simmering feeling low in his tummy going. He finds Yoongi’s thigh, lean but sturdy and Jin begins to rub his clothed pussy against him. He’s wet and getting wetter with every thrust of his hips against Yoongi’s thigh. 

Yoongi is soft, patient, and steady in his touches and Jin can see in his mind that Yoongi would want to draw this out for as long as possible. He can tell with every drag of his mouth and the grip of his fingertips on Jin’s skin that if it was just between them, Jin wouldn’t be coming until he’s hanging off the proverbial edge, begging for release. Jin shivers at the idea, he would hate and love every second of it but he’s thankful that they have an audience. Yoongi seems to pick up speed when there’s some shuffling around them, a reminder that not only are they not alone, but Yoongi will not be the only one with Jin tonight. 

Yoongi moves his mouth off of Jin’s chest and moves his hands to Jin’s hips, tugging slightly at his briefs and waiting for a short nod from Jin to remove them. He slides them off and reveals Jin’s cunt to the room. There’s an intact of sharp breaths as Jin spreads his legs for a better view. The heavy musky scent of horny alpha is steady and makes Jin’s head spin a little. He feels like preening, presenting his body like a traditional omega should for the alphas to gawk and desire at but not able to touch until he says so. 

Yoongi’s nostrils flare at the sight and the smell of his cunt. Jin is thankful he has the foresight to shape up downstairs. He’s not completely bare but it’s a close shave. Yoongi grabs Jin’s hips pulling him to his own and Jin can feel Yoongi’s hardening cock beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. Yoongi pulls him for another round of kissing, harder and quicker than before. Jin moves a hand to fist at Yoongi’s long hair at the base of his neck. Yoongi pulls away to move to Jin’s neck, placing sharp nips along his jawline and jugular while he moves his hips against Jin’s. 

They rock back and forth, moving in tandem for several moments until Jin’s slick is soaking Yoongi’s clothed-covered cock. He groans in frustrated want as Yoongi bites his shoulder.

“Yoongi-ah,” he grunts, snapping the waistband of the alpha’s briefs, “get these off and fuck me.” 

Yoongi chuckles but does as he’s told and Jin watches as he unveils his cock. It's a deep pink, flushed at the head, and perfectly thick. Jin eyes the knot, barely bulging at the base of Yoongi’s cock but he can tell by looks that it’s proportional and it will be lovely once it flares inside of Jin. He purrs low in his throat and arches his hips up in anticipation of the alpha. 

Yoongi squeezes hard on the side of Jin’s hip, perhaps a warning, but Jin doesn’t take the hint. Thankfully, Yoongi doesn’t waste much time, trailing two long fingers around the outer lip of Jin’s folds, feeling the wet slick that Jin has been producing since they started before sinking his middle finger inside. Jin releases a low moan as Yoongi begins to work him open, quickly adding another finger. 

The sound of Yoongi’s fingers as he fucks them in and out of his pussy seems to echo throughout the room as everyone seems to have stopped breathing as they all watch with fevered eyes. Jin looks around. They are all still mostly dressed, minus a coat or two but no one has gotten naked or has even pulled out their cocks to jerk off. He can see the imprint of  Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s cocks in their sweats but they stand firm, watching Yoongi finger him. 

Jin scoffs a little, “No one wants to jerk off?” He asks, curious and maybe feeling a little offended. 

“Hyung, if I touch my dick right now, I’m going to explode,” Namjoon says roughly. 

Jin makes a pleased sound, both at Namjoon’s confession and also because Yoongi slips in a third finger. 

Jin eyes both Namjoon and Hoseok over Yoongi’s shoulder. The alphas are sitting next to each other on the couch, the polar opposite of the other. While Namjoon is tense, hunched over, his head perched on his hand, Hoseok is leaning back against the couch, spread out, gnawing mindlessly at his bottom lip. He notices Jin staring and his eyes go dark as he gives Jin a shape smirk. 

Jin whines under his breath, suddenly feeling hot, and pulls at Yoongi. “Yoongi-ah, I’m ready. Come on, please.” 

“You sure, hyung?” Yoongi asks, perhaps a little patronizing like he knows that Jin got a little wetter from Hoseok’s stare.

“Yah, don’t sass me. Listen to your elder and put your dick in me,” He snaps, “I want to see if you can actually use that knot of yours.”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to ‘see’ it when it’s said and done,” Yoongi comments but does as he’s told and begins to line himself up with Jin.

Jin lightly smacks his bicep for the back talk. “What did I say about back talk? Just because I’m letting you fuck me doesn’t mean–” 

Jin didn’t get to finish what he was saying since Yoongi decided that was the moment was going to slide in. Yoongi pushes in carefully but not slowly and soon, he’s at the hilt, stuffing Jin with his cock. Jin’s head falls back with a moan. He’s missed filling full like this. He revels in Yoongi’s size, the thickness filling Jin’s hole perfectly. A good cock to have after a long absence. Jin sighs as Yoongi begins to move, pulling out with the same careful firm speed from early, and after a few short, testing thrusts, he starts moving with more purpose. 

“Hyung,” Yoongi hisses between his teeth. “Fuck, your cunt…!” 

“Is it nice, Yoongichi?” Jin teases and grins as Yoongi nods his head. He punches out a laugh as Yoongi tilts his hips a little and a spark begins to heat up in his lower belly.

Jin falls back against the nest, bringing Yoongi to hover above him as he continues to fuck him. He wraps his legs around Yoongi’s waist and works with the rhythm of the thrusts, easily following the pace the alpha is sticking to. But soon, it’s not enough and Jin needs more. He squeezes his thighs and starts to meet Yoongi’s hips harder. The alpha readjusts his speed, picking up the pace with ease. 

“There,” Jin hisses, as the head of Yoongi’s cock flushes up against the soft bundle of nerves hidden in his inner walls. Yoongi nods and readjusts again, actively seeking it again.

His thrusts are harder and quicker now, grunting with exertion. Jin feels his slick slipping out and around Yoongi’s cock, the sound of it making Jin a little lightheaded. He holds on to Yoongi’s shoulders, moving a hand down the alpha’s chest, giving a squeeze to one of his pecs. He’s enjoying the feeling of Yoongi’s cock sliding in and out of him, and lets out a pleased moan before pulling Yoongi down for a round of breathless kissing.

Yoongi grunts against Jin’s mouth, grinding his hips and holding firm on Jin’s waist. Jin feels it when it happens, the sudden tremble from above and then the quiet swell of Yoongi’s knot beginning to inflate as he sinks in deep into the walls of the omega’s cunt. 

“Fuck,” He mutters, begrudgingly realizing it and knowing there’s not much he can do now that it’s swelling. He begins to chase after his oncoming climax, carelessly forgetting about Jin’s own needs. 

At least, Yoongi is apologetic about it. “Hyung, omega-hyung,” He says as he quickens his pace, “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry,” He moans. Jin clenches around him then cause Yoongi to shout and fuck into him harder. 

“Come one, Yoongi-ah, let go,” Jin says, rocking with every thrust, “Hyung’s not mad. Go ahead, give hyung your knot, baby. I want it, okay? Show me how good it is, hmm?” 

Yoongi lets out a cry as he comes, gripping Jin’s waist hard as he pins him to the nest. Jin sighs at the feeling of Yoongi coming inside and the swelling of his knot locking him in place. A burst of brain chemicals and pheromones is instantly released and something primal in Jin’s brain purrs at the feeling of finally being knotted. 

Yoongi is breathing heavily against Jin’s neck as he comes down from his high. Jin strokes the back of his head and neck, happily feeling full and pleased that satisfied his dongsaeng.

“Eight point nine out of ten,” He states after a moment.

It’s then that someone sputters before everyone besides Yoongi dissolves into giggles. Yoongi pushes himself up on his elbow and looks down at Jin. “What?” He asks, a little annoyed. 

“Well, since I’m trying all your knots, I figured I would rate them. See who has the best one and all that.” Jin says with a one-shoulder shrug.

Yoongi sighs, “Why an eight-point nine?”

“Two reasons,” Jin says and holds up one finger, “One, because you didn’t get me to come first which is rude, and two,” he holds up a second finger, “You came and knotted really quickly.”

Yoongi’s face, already a little pink from coming, deepens again in embarrassment, and goes to apologize but Jin shakes his head. “It’s probably for the best that I don’t come yet anyway,” He notions to the group around them. “I’m going to get my climax sometime soon, so don’t feel bad, Yoongi-ah.” He pats the top of Yoongi’s head. “It’s a good start though!” 

“Let me make it up to you, hyung,” Yoongi starts but Jin shakes his head and gives a tight squeeze around his knot causing him to choke on a moan. 

“Once your knot goes down, it’s the next person’s turn,” He states, looking up at the maknae alphas standing close. “Any takers?” 

Surprisingly, Taehyung steps up first and begins to remove his clothes, revealing honey-gold brown skin a little pale due to the winter season.  His dark wavey hair is a mess after he removes his shirt. His shoulders are broader than Jin expected as Taehyung is leaner than Jimin and Jungkook. He has been working out more lately and Jin can appreciate the effort by the slight swell of his biceps and toned stomach to his small waist. Jin feels the ache to bite him.

Taehyung gets naked quickly, shedding his slacks and revealing long-toned legs and his hard cock in one swooping motion. Jin gulps a little at the size of his cock, thick and fat colored a deep brown-red, flushed with eager impatience. His knot is a little swollen already, ready to catch inside of Jin once he pushes in and Jin is hungry for it.

Yoongi gives Jin a soft kiss on his cheek and begins to slip out now that his knot is deflating. He doesn’t argue as Taehyung kneels next to him, waiting for the okay to swap places. Yoongi heaves a sigh as he stands up, a little wobbly as he makes his way to the couch to collapse in between Hoseok and Namjoon. Jin hates to see him go, feeling a little guilty at telling him no to getting him off but he’s not sad to watch him walk away.

Taehyung makes no effort at foreplay. As soon as Yoongi is out of his way, Taehyung is in his place, jerking himself off to keep himself hard, moving the precum around and over his cock. He lines himself up with Jin’s entrance and with a release of air, he sinks inside using Yoongi’s cum as lube. Jin feels the stretch and groans as Taehyung doesn’t wait for Jin to get acclimated and begins to thrust with quick reps. He hovers over Jin on his hands as he fucks into him, moaning into his neck and shoulder, hot puffs of air against his skin, making Jin shiver with each thrust.

He’s eager and sloppy, like a hyperactive puppy. Rutting into him with quick thrusts, completely unabashed in his desire to fuck Jin, and now, Jin can’t help the bubble of laughter he lets out when he suddenly imagines Taehyung with floppy puppy ears and a tail. Knowing Tae, he’d probably be into it. Taehyung lets out a growl at the sound of Jin’s laugh.

“What’s so funny, hyung?” He grunts, fucking him harder like he trying to threaten Jin with the power of his hips. 

“Ooh, puppy boy, you trying to prove something? Hmm?” He says, panting in between each thrust. “Let me show you something.” 

Taehyung makes an inquisitive sound and before he can ask, Jin moves his hips and with quick sudden force, pushes the alpha backward so that Jin is now in the position of riding him. It does take Jin a minute or two to adjust, feeling a little cross-eyed now that gravity is making Jin feel the full weight of Taehyung in his gut.

“Ah, fuck, you’re big,” He grunts, placing a firm hand against Taehyung’s tummy. The alpha is breathing hard, his cheeks are pink, and his eyes are wide as he looks up at Jin with wonder. 

“Hyung,” he says, his voice a little gravelly with lust and awe as he moves a hand to Jin’s hip. 

“Now, TaeTae, as much as omega-hyung loved your little puppy humps, it doesn’t really get me off as much as it does you.” Jin smiles and begins to move his hips in small circles. “Omega-hyung’s gonna take it from here, puppy, okay? Try not to come until hyung does, okay?”

Taehyung gives a feverish nod and whines as soon as Jin begins to use his cock like he would one of his favorite dildos. Taehyung’s about the same size. Jin lifts himself off of his cock before sinking back down. Taehyung makes a sound like he’s been punched in the gut. His grip on Jin’s hip and thighs is going to leave marks and Jin is looking forward to seeing them in the mirror later. Jin finds his rhythm quickly, picking a fast, slow, fast pace that has him chasing after his climax in no time. He uses Taehyung’s shoulders and chest as leverage as he fucks himself on the alpha’s cock. The sound of his wet cunt slapping against Taehyung’s hips is delicious and he grins to himself as Taehyung groans helplessly underneath him.

The feeling is short however when Taehyung breathlessly cries out, “ Hyeong , hyung, wait…!” Jin doesn’t wait. He feels the thickening of Taehyung’s knot filling out and Jin sinks deeper, sucking in the knot into his cunt until it catches and Jin is unable to move off of him. Taehyung shouts as he comes hot inside of Jin, his knot swelling up, feeling and thick heavy against the inner walls of his pussy. It feels wonderful, being full. No doubt an evolutionary feature for omegas to like the feeling of a thick knot. Breeding and all that. But it’s not enough to make Jin come and thus his climax waltzs away out of reach.

After catching his breath, Jin looks down at Taehyung with an unimpressed look, “Seven-point nine out of ten.”

Taehyung does not like that answer, scrunches up his face, and lets out a whiny, “ Hyeong !”

Jin shakes his head. “You got work to do, puppy. No foreplay, barely any stamina, and you came as fast as Yoongi did.” He clicks his tongue against his back tooth. “You got a great knot, and it's the main reason you got a good score but you came before I did and it’s a little frustrating.” 

Taehyung pouts while everyone else snickers, bringing Jin’s attention back to the group. Yoongi is still naked on the couch but someone handed him a blanket so he’s decent for now. Namjoon looks a little more relaxed, arm thrown over the couch around Yoongi who is leaning slightly into him. Hoseok is on his phone, passively scrolling which Jin wants to comment is bad etiquette for an orgy unless he’s taking photos and/or videos of them. Jin feels warm and fuzzy at the idea.

“Hoba,” He says, eyeing the phone with a silent question. Hoseok grins and holds up the phone, showing that he’s on Instagram.

“Jwan,” He says, “don’t worry. As much as I wanted to record you flipping baby TaeTae like he was a bag of flour and then making him knot in under three minutes, I refrained as it wasn’t discussed earlier.” He leans his head against his hand resting on the top of the couch. “But if you want to do a take-two on that, you just let me know.” He adds with a wink.

Jin grins, feeling his ears get hot at the idea of Hoseok recording him, all of them having sex. He could imagine Hoseok, who enjoys greatly taking videos and photos of their group all the time, keeping everything like a golden memory on his phone, would enjoy showing off their intimate sex tapes and nudes like rare treasures to a select few, ‘oohing’ and ‘awing’ over each one like they were modern art. He wonders if Namjoon would keep any and publish them in a gallery.

And wow, Jin may need to think about this a little longer.

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls, bringing Jin back to reality. “I want to go next.” He says, his big eyes shining against the warm lighting of the living room. 

Jin lets out a dramatic sigh, a little exhausted after round two but pushes forward. “Alright, Taehyung should be finishing up here soon.” 

“When can I go again?” Taehyung asks, grunting as Jin wiggles his hips. 

“After Yoongi goes again.” He says barely paying attention as he slips off Taehyung’s shrinking knot.

“Can I knot your mouth, hyung?” Jungkook asks, pleading a little. Jin winces as he moves off Taehyung, feeling a little sore and gross as cum brings to drip out of him. He nods at Jungkook’s request who quickly pushes his sweats and underwear down.

“But!” Taehyung tries to argue. 

“Don’t argue Tae-ah,” Hoseok commands as he stands up, removing his shirts and beanie revealing short-cropped dark hair, a dancer-toned body, and a small waist that Jin is certain he could wrap his hands around and touch. Hoseok is the skinniest out of all of them, tall and lanky, and moves like water on the dancefloor and in life. It's not the power of his muscles that gives him the strength of an alpha but his attitude and demeanor. He’s always had a special command over the other alphas in their group even with his bright smiles and laughter.

Jin could probably topple Hoseok, the same way he did with Taehyung if he wanted but Hoseok makes him want to submit and like it. 

“Everyone gets a turn with Jin first,” Hoseok says as he removes his pants but keeps his underwear on. Yoongi reaches out to touch his butt while he’s bent over, making Hoseok laugh. He pulls out a small bottle from his pants pocket and steps into the nest.  

“Hyung, is it alright if we do anal?” He asks with a shy smile on his face, holding up the small bottle of lube. 

Jin flicks his eyes back and forth between Jungkook and Hoseok. “Are you wanting to fuck me before or after Kookie?” 

Hoseok shrugs, “I figured we do both if Jungkookie is up for it.” 

Jungkook lets out a nervous cough but nods enthusiastically. “Y-yeah, hyung. I’m. I’m okay with that.” 

Jimin snorts next to him which earns him a pouting glare and elbow nudge to the ribs from Jungkook. This of course only made Jimin laugh harder.

Jin ignores them and focuses his attention back on Hoseok. “You want me on my hands and knees?” 

Hoseok's smile goes sharp and he nods. “Yes, please.” Somehow the ‘please’ felt dirty and flirtatious. Jin shivers as he turns over on his hands and that’s when he feels a rush, his head swimming slightly as he realizes he’s presenting in front of Hoseok. All of them. His mind is starting to go hazy as he feels Hoseok places his hands on his hips, following the slope of his ass to his thighs before trailing back up to his hole. He feels Hoseok’s long fingers grab onto one of his cheeks and spread him open, exposing his hole to everyone. 

It must be a sight to see by the way both Yoongi and Namjoon curse under their breaths. Jin hangs his head down as he shivers slightly, feeling a stream of cum fall out of his cunt as he sits there exposed. Jungkook whines, moving over to Jin’s head, his own leaking cock perched out of his sweats, eager and shiny with precum. He shifts back and forth on his sock-clad feet as he waits impatiently for Jin to take his cock in his mouth. 

Jin lifts his head and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he looks up at Jungkook who is playing with his lip ring, looking down at Jin with big eyes and a pink face. He places the head of his cock onto Jin’s tongue just as Hoseok slips a wet finger into Jin’s hole. Jin moans around Jungkook’s cock at the feeling of Hoseok’s finger moving in and out of his hole. Jin moves at the same speed as Hoseok’s finger, a quick steady pace that him sucking more and more of Jungkook’s cock into his mouth.

Jungkook moans, his legs tremble as Jin takes more of his cock, moving as far down as he can manage before pulling off again. The omega begins to focus a little more on his head, trailing a tongue along the vein of Jungkook’s cock down to his knot. He licks and scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin of Jungkook’s knot before moving his mouth to his balls. He smells clean, a little musky from the day but that just makes his scent even fuller. The spicy cinnamon on his tongue as he moves back up to take Jungkook back into his mouth. 

Hoseok is now at three fingers in, stretching him wide and fucking him with earnest. Jin’s head is spinning at the sensation of being stuffed at two ends. He hasn’t done this since university and he only did it a couple of times. He doesn’t remember feeling this dizzy with want but maybe because it was during a time when he was constantly having sex that it felt mundane. Now that it’s been years , especially since he had multiple partners in one scene, this is all new to him again. He feels feverish, sexy, and wanted by Jungkook and Hoseok even as they play with him in a vulgar way.

Jin sucks down Jungkook’s cock further into his throat, determined to suck him down to his knot. He breathes carefully through his nose as he swallows around the shaft, taking every inch with careful precision. Jungkook grips the back of Jin’s head and neck, tangling his tattooed fingers with Jin’s brown locks. “ Hyeong !” He breathes out, moving his hips a little for more suction. His legs shake in a struggle to keep standing.

Jin pulls off with a gasp, “You wanna lay down?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “I wanna fuck your throat.” He says it in such a sweet tone that Jin for a moment feels like he’s corrupting his baby maknae. His pouting face doesn’t help either.

“Okay, baby,” Jin relents, relaxing his mouth and throat as Jungkook slides his cock back in. He goes slow, warming up as he tries to find a rhythm. Jin realizes quickly that Jungkook is following the same pace of Hoseok’s fingers. He goes in while Hoseok goes out and out when Hoseok goes in. The natural push and pull between them has Jin floating quickly. 

The dam breaks eventually though as Jungkook’s sensitive instincts begin to overtake him and Jin sucks at him harder, his nose brushing up against the hairless base where Jungkook’s cock meets his body. Jin sucks at the sensitive skin of the knot each time his tongue passes over it while Jungkook fucks in and out of his mouth. He begins to fuck harder, quickening his pace and Jin chokes a little as the head of his cock hits the back of his throat. Jungkook doesn’t stop and neither does Hoseok, following Jungkook’s stride, fucking his fingers (now four of them) harder into his ass.

Jin can feel his pussy tingle, it’s dripping with cum and his own slick. He feels empty as he moans around Jungkook’s cock. 

“Aw, hyung,” Hoseok calls from behind, “you’re making a mess. You look a mess too.” He laughs, his teasing making Jin’s core burn deliciously with humiliation as he makes Jin aware of the drool and precum that’s running down his face and to the floor. “Your pussy is calling out, look how sweet it looks. So pink and puffy after getting fucked by Yoongi-hyung and Taehyungie.” 

Hoseok brushes a finger against the outer lip of his cunt and Jin shivers and adjusts his hips so he can feel more of Hoseok, trying to entice him for more. Hoseok laughs, a deeper sound this is a normal giddy laugh. “Look at you, omega, you got a cock in your mouth and fingers in your ass and it’s still not enough, is it?” 

Jin blinks around Jungkook’s cock as he feels the sting of tears in his eyes. Jungkook slows down his hips, “Okay, hyung?” He asks softly, gently cupping the side of his face.

“Color, Jin,” Hoseok demands, his voice calm but firm. He pulls off Jungkook’s cock, breathing heavily.

“Green, humiliation, and dirty talk are fine, just don’t talk down to me or insult me like I’m actually worthless.” He says, in between taking deep breaths, looking over his shoulder at Hoseok. “Mix a little praise in there and I’ll be putty in your hands.” He catches Yoongi and Namjoon’s heavy stares. Hoseok gives him a confirming nod so Jin goes back to facing Jungkook, grabbing a hold of his cock with his hand, squeezing tightly around his growing knot. This causes Jungkook to shout, stumble back a little but with Jin’s hand still on his cock he doesn’t go far. 

As he sucks around Jungkook’s cock head, Hoseok slips two fingers into his cunt. Jin moans, and now all of his holes are being filled at once. He’s trembling as he moves down Jungkook’s cock, moving and squeezing his hand around the alpha’s knot. It’s hot, warm with, blood, and just eager to pop. Jungkook’s hand is back in Jin’s hair, tugging at the base to keep himself straight. 

“Hyung! Hyung!” He cries, a warning just as Jin feels the knot starting to swell in his hand, “Your mouth, please!” Jin nods as best as he can with a dick in his mouth and relaxes his throat as he swallows more of Jungkook’s cock. He works quickly as once the knot busts he’ll have a harder time getting around it. 

Jungkook is staring down at him, his eyes glazing over as he watches Jin suck down the rest of his cock, deepthroating him, his nose once again touching his lower abdomen. Jin glances up, sucks hard around Jungkook’s knot, and watches as Jungkook falls apart. Jin feels the knot swell in his mouth as his cum shoots down his throat. Jungkook comes beautifully, his face relaxing in relief, and the hand in Jin’s hair releases as he sags forward. Jin holds a hand to steady him and thankfully, Taehyung is there to keep him falling forward. 

Jin sucks around the knot, milking Jungkook for a few more moments before he’s able to slide off his cock with a resounding ‘pop’. Taehyung helps Jungkook sit down, spread out before Jin as he floats in his climax.

“Good knot, pup,” Jin manages to say before he feels Hoseok mount him from behind. Jin moans as he feels Hoseok slip inside his cunt, the bludge of his cockhead easily slipping through Jin’s folds. He looks over his shoulder, a little confused as he expected Hoseok to fuck his ass but the alpha just grins.

“I gotta test out your pussy first, hyung, it feels too good to pass up,” He says, giving Jin a couple of soft slaps to the back of his thigh. “I’m still gonna fuck your ass, don’t worry.”

“Goddamnit, Hoba, are you always like this in bed?” Yoongi asks.

Hoseok laughs, “Why’re you asking, alpha-hyung? You want to switch places with omega-hyung?” 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, just stares wantingly back at Hoseok who gives a few shallow thrusts inside of Jin.

Jin moans, wanting more friction and harder thrusts from Hoseok. He’s been edged for what feel like hours now and he’s ready to come. “Hoseok, are you actually gonna fuck me or is this best you can do?” He challenges, shooting a glare over his shoulder.

Hoseok shakes his head, a small sharp smile on his face. “Don’t try to bait me, omega-hyung, you won’t survive the challenge.” He gives a harder smack to Jin’s ass, this one stinging enough to cause Jin to hiss. Hoseok doesn’t change his hip speed or fuck into Jin any harder than before, just a nice, shallow glide of his cock in and out of Jin’s wet pussy. Jin groans in frustration and leans forward, chest to the floor arching his back in the traditional mounting position. 

“Hobi, please,” Namjoon says, “put him out of his misery so I can get out of mine.”

Hoseok laughs again, more giddy this time. “Alright, Joonie, anything for you.” He says as he takes hold of Jin’s hips and finally starts fucking him hard. Jin shouts, turns his head to the side so he can brace himself better with his arms, and holds as steady as he can while Hoseok pounds into him. Hoseok’s cock is thinner than Taehyung’s but almost as long so it reaches deep inside of Jin causing him to moan every few moments as Hoseok works his hips. 

Jin begins to feel the stirring of his climax beginning to rise and he reaches down to touch himself to help himself along but Hoseok grabs his arm and pins it to his back. He slows down his hips. “Not yet, omega, just hold on a little longer.” He says, slipping out of Jin who lets out an unhappy cry at the loss. Thankfully it’s short-lived as Hoseok presses his cock against Jin’s hole and begins to push through the tighter ring of muscle. 

Jin moans as his ass is slowly filled with Hoseok’s cock. He hasn’t done anal in a while and it’s always a weird sensation at first but slowly his body relaxes, remembering the feeling with ease and soon enough, Hoseok begins to move again. He starts slow, letting Jin get accustomed to the feeling before picking up speed again. This time, he doesn’t slow down. He holds onto Jin’s hip and the arm is pinned to his back and fucks into him with a ruthless pace. Jin moans and grunts as he struggles to catch his breath. He’s finding it hard to hold himself up now and braces most of his weight on his shoulder and neck, his free hand twisted in the blankets below him. 

“Hoba,” he stutters, begging, “Alpha, please.” 

Hoseok chuckles, a little breathless, “Alright, omega, alright. Just hang in there.” He plants one leg up and lets go of Jin’s arm to place both hands on his waist before beginning to drive in harder, punching the air out of Jin’s lungs with every thrust.

Jin moans as he feels Hoseok’s knot drag itself across his inner walls, brushing up against his prostate and sending electrical volts up his spine. He weakly holds himself up on his forearms, meeting Hoseok on every other thrust. He wants to reach down to rub his clit but doesn’t want to be pinned again and delay his orgasm any longer. Thankfully, Hoseok seems to read minds or probably body language as he moves a hand to Jin’s cunt, two fingers rubbing into his folds and his thumb pressing and touching his clit in tandem. Jin arches his back until he’s brushed up against Hoseok’s chest. The alpha moves his hand to the base of Jin’s neck without stopping his hips or his hand and takes a bite to the other side of Jin’s neck, just under where his scent gland is.

Jin shutters as Hoseok’s teeth sink into his skin, the grip on his neck, the alpha’s fingers slipping inside of his slick-covered cunt, while the firm pressure of his cock in his ass, it all becomes too much. “Hoseok-ah, Hoba!” He shouts, “There, there..! Fuck!” He comes in a gush, soaking Hoseok’s fingers, his thighs while clenching tight around the alpha’s cock.

Hoseok moans in his ear. “Perfect, Jin, so good, omega. Fuck, just so good, baby.” He fucks into Jin one, two, three more times before Jin feels his knot swell, locking him in place. His knot feels perfect inside of his ass. After a moment, both of them collapse in the nest, Hoseok on top of Jin, panting and breathing hard as they sink into their afterglow.

“Hoseok gets a nine-point-one,” Jin says, a little muffled as his face is pressed against the nest. Hoseok lets out a tired bout of giggles, small puffs of air against Jin’s shoulder causing his skin to prickle.  

Jin does a mental check-in while lying underneath Hoseok. He feels full and a little sore but nothing alarming or noteworthy. He’s exhausted, ready for a nap but he knows that they’re not done. Namjoon and Jimin still need to have their turn and Jin doesn’t want them to go without just because he needs a little shut eye. He used to be able to go all night, fucking from dusk until dawn. Sure, he’s out of practice and a little older but he’s still a young omega at heart. He can get through this. He can do it. Probably…

He feels a small hand on his shoulder and turns to see Jimin’s sweet face standing over him. He’s still in his hoodie but has removed his beanie so his honey-brown hair hangs over his head while he gives Jin a concerned look. “How are you feeling, hyung? Do you want to take a break? Want me to get you some water?”

At first, Jin was going to say no, that he’s fine and can keep going but the idea of some water sounds too good to pass up. He nods his head and thanks Jimin as the alpha heads to the kitchen.

“Hoba, how are you doing back there?” He asks, turning his head to see Hoseok nearly sprawled out behind him.

“Just coming down,” He says, looking a little dazed as he turns his head to Jin, his brown eyes softening. “Thanks hyung.” He adds.

Jin chuckles. “It was my pleasure,” He teases and Hoseok lets out another breathless giggle. 

By the time Jimin returns with a cup of water, Hoseok’s knot has deflated enough that he can slip out. Jin wrinkles his nose in disgust as he feels his cum begin to drip out. He’s looking forward to a shower after this. He takes the cup of water with thanks and drinks it down in a few gulps. Feeling a little more refreshed, he looks between Namjoon and Jimin. “Alright, who’s next?”

Jimin and Namjoon share a silent conversation that lasts five seconds before Namjoon stands up. Namjoon had stripped down to his t-shirt and dark sweats at some point while waiting for his turn. His dark hair is pushed back off his face and he’s looking at Jin like he wants to eat him whole. Jin shivers and wonders where his nervous, sweet alpha ran off to. 

“Hyung,” Namjoon kneels, grunting a little as he does. Jin’s eyes immediately track the imprint of his cock in his sweats. His mouth waters while his heart flutters in his throat. Namjoon is big. “Are you feeling alright? You think you’re loose enough?” 

Jin trails his eye back up to Namjoon’s face and gives him a soft smile, “Yeah, Joon-ah, I’m okay. Now come here.” He pulls him by the neck to bring him for a kiss. It’s rough, pent-up, and desperate compared to Namjoon’s earlier kisses. He’s rougher with hands too, pulling Jin close, moving them up and down his back, his shoulders, and down to his sides. Jin feels red and warm everywhere Namjoon touches like he’s bringing his blood up under his skin to boil. 

“What do you wanna fuck, Joonie?” Jin asks in between the nips and marks that Namjoon is leaving on his lips and neck. “You want my pussy first? Wanna feel how wet it feels around your knot? Or do you wanna be like Hoseok and fuck my ass too? It’s probably tighter than my cunt now, your thick cock would probably stretch out completely, unable to stop leaking after you’re through.”

Namjoon growls against his throat, bites at the tender skin right under his ear, and pushes him down. He removes his shirt (thank god) and Jin reaches to take a generous squeeze of his pecs with both hands, his fingers brushing over the birthmark near the middle of his sternum. Jin has always wanted to leave a hickey there and he will not let this moment slip past him. He sits up quickly and plants his mouth on top of the birthmark, nipping and marking with his teeth and lips. Namjoon doesn’t push him away, instead holds him by the neck and waits patiently for Jin to be satisfied with his hard work. 

By the time Jin is done, there’s a nice red mark that will bruise perfectly after tonight. 

“Thanks for taking one for the team, hyung,” Taehyung says from his spot by the TV. He has a hand around Jungkook’s cock, leisurely jerking him off while he watches on. Jungkook is lying on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes while he lets Taehyung do whatever he wants to his body. Jin gives him a thumbs-up before returning his attention to Namjoon.

“You may do as you wish, Alpha Namjoon,” Jin says, holding up his arms in surrender. Namjoon’s eyes go dark and he quickly manhandles Jin to his stomach, pinning him down by his shoulders. Jin is a little disappointed that he’s not going to see Namjoon’s cock but before he can voice his complaint, he feels Namjoon begin to slowly rub his clothed-covered cock against the swell of his ass. Fuck, he’s big and a tease. 

Namjoon places a hand on Jin’s waist, giving him leverage to drag his cock between Jin’s ass cheeks. He does this a few times and it drives Jin a little crazy. He turns his head to tell Namjoon to hurry up, he doesn’t have all night. Namjoon grins hard enough that his dimples appear and he blessedly, thankfully, pulls down his sweat to reveal his cock. 

Jin should learn to keep his mouth shut. He knew by touch that Namjoon was big but seeing it is still mind-boggling. Jin turns his head around to gather himself. That’s when he notices Jungkook is sitting straight up, trying to get a look even while Taehyung’s hand is still on his cock.

“Fuck, Namjoon, how do you walk with that thing?” Hoseok asks causing Namjoon to blush.

“It’s not always this big, Hoba,” Namjoon mutters. He ignores Hoseok’s snickering and reaches down for Jin’s pussy, finding it with ease, and slips two fingers inside. Jin's eyes flutter and he arches his back for better access. Namjoon doesn’t finger him for long, slips in a third finger for a couple of thrusts, checking to see how loose Jin is before he presses up against his entrance and slides in.

Jin may have gone cross-eyed by the time Namjoon bottoms out. He feels so full, not only of Namjoon’s dick but of all the cum that was left behind. Namjoon is both pushing inside and squeezing it out. He feels like a tub of toothpaste being squashed in the middle and gushing at both ends. It’s a weird analogy but Jin is not thinking clearly right now. Namjoon starts to pull out but slams back in once he pulls out halfway. Jin chokes a little.

The worst thing is that Namjoon keeps the pace for what feels like an eternity. In, half out, slams back in, and repeats. Jin is being split in two and is leaking like a faucet. He’s had three cocks in his pussy before Namjoon and he’s still feels too tight. God, what will his knot be like? He wants it so badly, almost as much as he wants Namjoon to fucking move.

“I may regret this,” Jin says after a while, “but for fuck’s sake Namjoon, fuck me.” 

Namjoon is a good listener, always has been, and so when Jin gives him the clear, he takes that to heart. Jin lets out a guttural moan as Namjoon picks up speed, slamming into him with such force that Jin starts to inch forward with every move. Namjoon reaches for him, keeping a firm hand on the back of his neck. Jin feels dizzy and full like he can feel Namjoon all the way up in his throat. 

“Joon, Joon-ah,” Jin pants, “Please, Namjoonie, I’m close, please.” 

Namjoon groans and manhandles Jin onto his side, one leg up resting against his shoulder while Jin scurries to brace himself on his forearm. It gives Namjoon easier access to Jin’s cunt as well as exposes him to the others, so everyone can watch Namjoon’s cock as it fucks into him. Jin reaches down to touch himself but is met with another hand and when Jin looks over his shoulder, he sees Jimin next to them, reaching over Jin to finger his clit.

“I got you, hyung,” he says, his sweet voice soft over the sound of Namjoon slamming into Jin. He quickly finds his clit and begins viciously and deftly rubbing it between his dainty fingers. “You can come, omega-hyung. You’ve done so much for us. Go ahead.” 

Jin didn’t necessarily need Jimin’s permission but it felt good to listen to his command. He came hard. His vision went white, he was nearly bent backward, and his toes curled so hard his calf cramped. Jin’s pretty sure he levitated for a moment. It was an ordeal and Jin would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Maybe after a nap.

Namjoon lasts two more thrusts before he’s knotting him with a shout and a bruising grip on his waist and thigh. He slumps next to Jin, still locked deep inside, and Jin is full, full, full. Full of cum, full of a large knot, full of cock. His head is swimming, still in the clouds, and now his skin is like a bundle of nerves on high with every touch of Jimin’s fingers in and around his cunt, tracing the edge where Namjoon’s cock is sealed inside. 

“What’s Namjoonie’s score, hyung?” Jimin asks like he’s asking for the time. Jin is blinking back stars and it takes a moment before his mind can communicate with his mouth.

“Joonie gets a nine-point-three,” He murmurs, his eyes closed as he trembles a little under Jimin’s touch.

“I win,” Namjoon grunts, his face smushed against the nest. He manages to hold up a hand in victory.

“Shut the fuck up, Joon,” Yoongi says, clearly pouting from the couch. “Jimin still has his turn.” 

Yes, Jimin still needs to fuck him, and now that he knows that, he might die if doesn’t get pretty Jiminie’s cock inside of him soon. “Jimin-ah, what do you want?” He says, slurring a little, trying to sit up. “Joonie’s knot should be going down soon if you want to fuck my pussy.” 

Jimin nibbles the bottom of his lip as he thinks about his choices. “Is it okay if we do anal, hyung?” He asks, his fingers leaving his cunt to trail over to his ass. Jin gives him a frantic nod and goes to turn onto his stomach even while Namjoon’s knot is still inside of him.

“Hyung, wait,” Namjoon says, grabbing his shoulder, and giving Jin a “hold on a moment” look. “Let me slip out first, okay?”

Jin blinks a couple of times to clear his vision and nods slowly. He squeezes around Namjoon’s knot and hisses a little under his breath. He’s stretched out and very tender and Namjoon still feels hard inside of him. Jin doesn’t want to wait for him anymore and goes to crawl on top of Namjoon. The alpha seems surprised but opens his arms for Jin with little question. Jin sticks his face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, taking in the musky sandalwood of Namjoon’s natural scent that brings a little clarity and comfort to Jin’s mind. Namjoon wraps his thick arms around his midback, holding him close and nuzzles against Jin’s nose and forehead.

Jin sighs deeply against Namjoon’s neck and arches his back to present for Jimin who immediately climbs on top of Jin and Namjoon. He doesn’t make Jin wait and easily slips inside between his cheeks. Jin moans in his throat as Jimin bottoms out. He’s much shorter than Hoseok but he’s thick, like Taehyung and Jin loves it. Jimin stays put, just long enough for Jin to get used to him before he starts fucking him.

“Let me know if need to stop, okay, hyung?” Jimin says, panting softly against Jin’s ear. 

Jin hums, enjoying the push and pull of Jimin’s cock while he’s stuck on Namjoon’s knot. He should do this more often, it’s very relaxing. 

“Fuck, hyung, you can’t say shit like that,” Namjoon says suddenly. “I’m trying to soften up enough to slip out and here you are, trying to keep me locked inside.” 

Huh, Jin didn’t realize he said anything nor did he realize that he was trapping Namjoon.

“Joonie, I can feel you,” Jimin says, panting and bucking into Jin a little hard, “Every time I fuck in him, I can feel your knot grazing my cock.” 

“Shit, yeah, I can feel you too.” 

So could Jin and if he isn’t spiraling enough, he comes again. He comes so hard, he chokes on the air leaving his lungs as he feels gush around Namjoon’s cock and it’s enough to make him slip loose. Jimin slips out as well as Jin goes to move off of Namjoon but Jimin pulls him back down on his cock, slipping inside with practice ease as Jin sits over his lap, legs spread wide as he rolls with an aftershock. 

“Damn, did hyung just squirt?” 

“Yeah, hyung, I think he did.”

“Is it normal to feel like you want to die after getting your soul fucked out of you?” 

“No, Namjoon, I think you’re just feeling philosophical post-nut. Just give it a moment for your brain to log back on.”

Jimin’s hands find their way up Jin’s chest, squeeze around the soft tissue of his breasts, and take his nipples in between his thumb and index finger on both hands, pulling and twisting at them in tandem. Jin curses, his head flying back to rest against Jimin’s shoulder as he reels in shock and sensitivity. It’s too much after coming so soon but Jin doesn’t make him stop, doesn’t want to so he takes it as Jimin moves his hips in small circles while tugging and teasing at his nipples. 

He feels something wet touch his mouth and without thinking, he opens it. He gets a taste of salty, tangy cock on his tongue and Jin opens his eyes, not realizing he closed them to see Taehyung above him, feeding him his cock. The alpha’s tongue hangs out between his teeth as he watches his cock disappear inside his hyung’s mouth. Jin opens his mouth wider to take in the girth of the alpha’s cock, already gagging around it by the time Taehyung is halfway inside. Jin focuses on breathing through his nose while trying not to choke. Tears sting in his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. 

Jungkook appears in Jin’s peripheral, crawling over to them, his bright eyes locked in on Jin. The youngest alpha doesn’t wait for an invitation and goes straight to Jin’s messy pussy, his tongue slipping over his wet folds like he’s dying for a drink. Jin shouts around Taehyung’s cock and clenches around Jimin’s as jolts of pleasure mixed with pain spreads all over his body. Jin is stuffed at every angle and it’s all too much for him but he doesn’t want to stop. He can’t, not until Jimin comes, and thank god, it’s only a few moments later that he hears Jimin’s breath shift and he wraps his arms around Jin’s chest as he lets go with a moan. 

His knot isn’t enough to lock all the cum inside and Jin can feel it gushing around the alpha’s knot and down his cheeks. 

Jungkook drags his tongue down to where Jimin’s cock meets Jin’s ass, licking up the glops of cum that is leaking out of Jin before moving back up to Jin’s cunt, brushing over it to move to Jin’s thighs and beginning to suck at the tender skin of his inner thigh. Jin can’t shout at him as Taehyung is slowly fucking his face. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, content to drag his thick cock in and out of Jin’s mouth, sometimes making Jin choke on his cockhead as it hits the back of his throat. Jin can tell he’s waiting for something.

Jungkook moves his mouth back over to Jin’s pussy, sucking hard around the mound, his tongue slipping inside as he drinks in all the mess that was made earlier. Jin wants to roll his hips against his maknae’s mouth but Jimin is still locked inside and is holding him still, forcing him to just take what Jungkook is giving him. He’s dying, either for it to all stop or for more, he doesn’t know anymore. He wants to get away from Jungkook as much as he wants Taehyung to slip his fat cock into his throat and make his gag. 

Finally, finally, Jimin lets go of him as his knot loosens inside and Jimin slips out, uncaring of the mess that follows him. Not that it matters because as soon as Jimin moves away with a grunt, Taehyung removes his cock from Jin’s mouth and takes Jimin’s place in one big swoop. Jin barely blinks before he’s placed on his hands and knees again, Taehyung now in his ass while Jungkook crawls underneath them and resumes his activity of tongue fucking Jin. 

Jin bleary notices that as he looks around the room, Yoongi is sucking Hoseok’s cock on the couch while Hoseok jerks Namjoon off, all of them watching Jin. Jimin sits off to the side, watching them while he catches his breath. His deep pink-brown cock is spent and resting against the space where his leg and torso meet. It twitches a little like it wants to come back to life as Jimin keeps watching them. Jin wants to put it in his mouth. 

Jin’s attention is brought back to Taehyung and Jungkook as Taehyung begins to ram into him while Jungkook sucks on his clit like he’s starving. He feels the pressure building again, his body working towards another orgasm. It’s too soon and Jin tries to back away, pull off Jungkook’s mouth, stop Taehyung, anything to prevent him from coming. They don’t listen, instead, they double their efforts and Jin screams as his orgasm is ripped out of him, tumbling forward as he comes all over Jungkook’s face before collapsing on top of him.

“Fuck yes, hyung,” Taehyung says, slowing hips down to a grind as Jin trembles with oversensitivity.

 Jungkook wiggles underneath him, trying to shimmy up under the deadweight of Jin. “Help me, hyung,” He says to Taehyung as they work to move Jin enough so Jungkook can be face to face with him. He tenderly cups Jin’s face. 

“Hyung, can I fuck you now? I wanna be able to knot you too,” He asks sweetly, a small pout on his lips. “Taehyungie and I want to knot you together.” 

He’s so tired and the idea of one more round is probably a death sentence but his puppies need him and Jin wants them to knot him together too. He promised he could take every knot and while he wants to kick past-drunk Jin in the face for blabbing his big mouth, he doesn’t want to fail and leave Taehyung and Jungkook hanging out to dry. 

“Hyung can do it,” He mutters, eyes fluttering as Taehyung moves his hips again in excitement. 

“What’s your color, Jinnie?” He hears Hoseok ask from the couch. He sounds a little breathless and Jin wonders if Yoongi was able to get him to come. 

“Green,” Jin manages to say loud enough for everyone to hear. “It’s green, I promise. Just don’t expect much from me in the end.” 

Taehyung and Jungkook share a grin and soon enough, Jin feels Jungkook slip inside with little resistance. Jin thinks past the tenderness that comes from having another cock filling him as both alphas work together to fuck Jin, finding a rhythm that works for them. A nice hyung sandwich between the maknaes. He feels so full with their cocks going in and out of his body and finds no need to resist as they pick up speed. Taehyung is close, Jin knows, and had managed to stop his release when Jin came but nothing was stopping him.

“Kook-ah,” Taehyung gasps as he begins to chase his climax with every hard slam of his hips. “You’re close, right, baby?” 

Jin feels Jungkook nod and Taehyung starts fucking him harder while Jungkook stays put, sinking deep inside Jin and holding the omega tight. A breath, maybe two later, Taehyung comes with a low moan, locking himself inside of Jin’s ass with Jungkook following close behind. Jin reels at the feeling of being knotted in two separate holes, he feels dizzy and hot between both alphas. 

Everything feels like it’s in slow-mo from the moment Jungkook and Taehyung’s knots die down. The other alphas have come to join them, crawling over with open mouths and tender hands as they pull the two younger alphas off Jin. Hoseok and Jimin take Taehyung, kissing him and whispering sweet praises to him while Namjoon kisses Jungkook firmly on the mouth. He feels Yoongi touch him, checking him over for any pains while murmuring his own praises into Jin’s skin before he takes Jin’s lips with his own.

They trade kisses while they watch Namjoon prepping Jungkook for his cock. Hoseok is already mounting Taehyung who is gasping as he feels his hyung’s cock slip deep inside. It’s delightful o watch. Jimin makes his way to Jin and Yoongi, joining their kissing spree while ignoring Yoongi’s warning growl.

“Jin said no growling or you go last,” Jimin says, being a brat. 

“That was earlier, it doesn’t count,” Yoongi says with a huff. “Especially because I went first.” He adds with a smug look on his face. Jimin sticks his tongue out in annoyance only for Yoongi to take his tongue in his mouth, holding him by the back of his head as he kissed him. 

“Oh thank god, thought I would have to smash your faces together if you kept it up,” Jin comments while he watches them kiss over him. Both of them reach for a nipple and twist without pulling away or flinching when Jin shouts in response. When they finally pull away, they trade kisses with Jin next, with every third or fourth kiss Jin is switched between them. Soon enough Yoongi starts to fuck him again, sliding his cock inside of his cunt at the same time his tongue slips into his mouth.  

Yoongi is content with fucking Jin slowly while he makes out with Jimin, clearly a new favorite habit of his. Jin looks past the two of them to see what the others are doing. Namjoon had Jungkook in a similar position that he had fucked him, Jungkook taking every deep thrust that Namjoon is giving him. Hoseok is having Taehyung ride him, the alpha is flushed a deep red, his eyes wide as he bounces on Hoseok’s cock. If Jin had the energy, he would go over and ride Taehyung’s pretty face, making him eat out all the cum that he left behind.

 “Hyeong,” Jimin coos, his pretty fingers trailing down to where Yoongi’s cock leisurely thrusting in and out of his sloppy cunt. “Hyeong, can I?” Jin looks down to see Jimin’s cock is once again stiff and flushed a deep pink. Jin nods, thinking he would go for his ass again but instead pushes Yoongi a little to the side and begins to nudge his cock head into Jin’s pussy.

“You’re loose enough, hyung?” Jimin asks, a little devilish smirk on his pretty face. If Jin wasn’t so wrecked he would smack it off with his hand. Or mouth, whichever acted first. “You took all of our cocks in your pussy with no problem. Even had a cock in each hole at one point. Surely having two simultaneously shouldn’t be too bad, right?” He pushes on in, not waiting for Jin to stop him. 

Combined, Yoongi and Jimin’s cocks are a little thicker than Namjoon’s so it’s still a stretch for Jin but with some grunting and patience, Jin is stuffed full with two cocks in his cunt. Only Yoongi is moving while Jimin stays still, letting Yoongi do all the work. He gives kisses to Yoongi’s shoulder, careful not to for his neck as Yoongi rumbles a warning when he tried before. Jin is full and open and he can feel another wave coming, though smaller this time. Less earthshattering and more like a tremor that has both alphas gnashing their teeth together when they feel Jin come again. 

Yoongi pulls out, letting Jimin have complete access to Jin’s pussy before he begins to jerk himself off above Jin, his hand moving fast around the head and down the shaft until he spills all over Jin’s face, neck, and chest. Jimin watches, fucking into Jin with abandon as soon as Yoongi comes, Jimin grabs Jin’s waist and plows into him until his knot begins to inflate. He pulls out quickly and adds the mess to Jin’s chest and face.

All around him, Jin hears the others coming. Taehyung’s is a sudden, sharp cry before fading off into a sigh while Jungkook’s is a high, needy whine that stretches out until he’s finished. Hoseok is a low grunt followed by a hiss while Namjoon’s low praises and a groan. The room is covered in sex and sweat and Jin wonders if they permanently stunk up his apartment with all their pheromones. They all collapse in piles on top of one another, heaving and panting in the dirty bedding of the nest. Jin is sticky and sweaty, exhaustion setting deep in his bones and he’s tired of laying in wet spots before he voices any complaint, he closes his eyes

. 

When Jin comes to, he wakes to Hoseok running a wet towel down his chest and his legs. The alpha gives him a tired but happy smile as he cleans up. Jin takes notice of the bruises and marks along his chest, stomach, and inner thighs. He’s a mess. He’s never felt more beautiful. 

He groans, feeling very sore everywhere, and goes to sit up. Hosoek wordlessly helps up just as Taehyung in a pair of Jin’s sweats, walks over with a large glass of water. 

“Here, hyung,” He says, his voice gravely, and hands over the glass for Jin to drink. Jin takes it, a little shaky, and drinks. He’s parched and is gulping down the water in seconds. He finishes it off with a loud, relieved sigh. 

“Do you want another glass?” Hoseok asks. Jin nods. He thinks he could drink four more glasses. Taehyung takes the glass to refill.

“How are you feeling, hyung?” Yoongi asks. He’s sitting near the couch, wearing Namjoon’s shirt from earlier, it’s loose around his neck and shoulders and seemingly nothing else by the looks of his legs. His knees are still pink. “Any sharp pains anywhere?” 

Jin does a quick assessment and shakes his head. “No,” His own voice is a little worn around the edges. “Nothing more than some muscle soreness and some good sleep can’t solve.” 

Yoongi nods, “Good, it got a little…crazy at the end.”

Jin laughs, the image of Yoongi and Jimin both fucking his pussy at the same time, making him feel stretched and full. He looks away to hide his blushing face. “Yeah, a little crazy is a way to describe everything.” 

“You’re not…upset, right?” Hoseok asks, peering over at Jin. He has his underwear and his collarbones out and Jin feels the need to add a few more hickeys to them. 

Jin frowns, “Why would I be upset?” 

“We’re worried we pushed you too hard, especially at the end.” He says.

Jin shakes his head again. “I’m not mad about it. Sure it was… a lot at some points but, uh,” He flushes, “I liked it.” 

Hoseok gives him a relieved smile. 

Taehyung returns with another glass of water and Jimin has some food from earlier, reheated for Jin to snack on. 

“I know you may not want to eat something so greasy before bed but I figured it would be best to have something on your stomach,” Jimin says sheepishly as he sits beside him. Jin gives him a thankful smile and reaches for the plate but Jimin stops him, a pretty blush appears on the tops of his cheeks. “Uh, is it okay, to feed you, hyung? It would. It would make me happy if I could feed you.”

Jin blinks at him and gives him a slow nod and Jimin gives him a bright smile in return before holding up a bite of food and Jin eats without complaint.

He notices Jungkook and Namjoon appear out of his shower, a cloud of steam following them as they stubble out. Namjoon is shirtless, his sweats hanging low on his hips while Jungkook is in his oversized shirt and pair of shorts. Clearly, everyone is taking liberties with Jin’s closet but the omega can hardly be annoyed about it. 

“Do you want to go rinse off, hyung?” Jungkook asks, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. Namjoon leans heavily on his other shoulder, exhaustion clear on his face. Good sex will do that to you. “We all did while you were asleep.”

A shower sounds excellent. He takes another bite from Jimin as he nods. “Yeah, hopefully, you brats didn’t use all my hot water.” He holds out a hand to Jungkook, a silent request for help getting on his feet.

Jungkook rolls his eyes but steps forward to help him up. Jin hisses slightly as the sudden soreness from everything makes a sharp appearance. Everyone sucks in a breath, even Namjoon looks more awake, worry souring everyone’s scent and filling the air now that the scent blockers have been washed away. Hoseok and Namjoon both reach for him but Jin waves them off. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he says, wobbling off to his shower. “I’m sore and aching as I’ve had more cocks in me in one night than I had in a long time. I’ll live. I promise.” He manages to make it to the shower with little issue. 

His mirror reflect looks like he’s been mauled by a couple of bears and then down a hill but damn it somehow makes him feel and look sexier. Not everyone can pull off this look, Jin thinks. He’s grateful for a hot shower, glad to know his hot water wasn’t wasted, and makes quick work of scrubbing away all the cum and other bodily fluids that appeared on his body.

After getting out of the shower, he brushes his teeth, dries off in his room, finds his favorite pair of pajamas that Jimin had gotten him for his birthday two years ago, and returns to the temporary nest. He sees that Jungkook has removed the dirty blankets and put them to the side for washing later. He also added more blankets to the nest and all the pillows Jin has in his collection. Overall, it’s not a bad nest and he gives Jungkook an impressed nod which makes his baby alpha beam. 

Namjoon is mostly asleep, curled up on his side, next to Yoongi who is lying down while he scrolls on his phone. Jin makes his way over to them, sitting down, and starts getting comfortable. No one is saying anything as they all get ready to sleep. Taehyung starts to turn off any remaining lights but keeps the light in the foyer on for Jungkook who likes a little bit of light when he sleeps. He comes to join the nest, taking a spot at the very end next to Jimin who is curling up against Hoseok. Jungkook worms his way to sleep between Hoseok and Jin, holding on to Hoseok’s waist as the other alpha gets comfortable.

Soon, with a little rustling here and there, they all get comfortable and Jin listens to the soft breathing as everyone starts to fall asleep. Namjoon begins to lightly snore into Yoongi’s shoulder and Jin begins sleepily begins to reflect on the future of their friendship. The thought doesn’t bring any sort of negativity to Jin, if anything, it makes him feel happy and content to know that their future is just getting started. Before he can go deeper into what that means for him, for all of them, he begins to slip away, dreaming of warmth and happy smiles when Jungkook whispers across the room, “You know, hyung, you never did give me or Jimin a score!” 

“Go to sleep, Jungkook!”