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“Alpha, fuck me alpha!”


“You feel so good around my cock, baby. I’m gonna breed you so good.”


“Alpha, please fuck me!”


“I am fucking you, precious-”


“Fuck me alpha! Fuck me Hoseokie-hyung please!”


Hoseok woke up with a gasp. The voice in his dream sounded an awful lot like Namjoon, but that couldn’t be right. Namjoon was his brother--


“Alpha!” The voice echoed in his head again. This time he was sure it was Namjoon. Just as quickly as the thought materialized though, he shook his head and banished it to the back of his mind.


“Okay,” he mumbled, “okay, I’m hearing things.” He yawned and rubbed his eyes, only to be surprised when his fingers brushed against sweaty bangs. In his half asleep state, it didn’t quite register what was going on with him until he sat up and moaned in bewilderment when his achingly hard cock strained against the front of his boxer briefs. Hoseok then immediately knew what that meant. “I-I’m in rut. Oh my God, this can’t be happening now.” He flopped back against his pillows with a groan.


Hoseok came from a long line of pure alphas, which meant, among other things, that his sense of smell was heightened on a normal day. When he was in rut, he could smell an omega five miles away - or at least, it sure as hell felt like it. And both of his omega brothers, Namjoon and Yoongi, just happened to choose that very week to come home for a visit, so yeah, it was the worst possible timing for his rut to happen. His brothers were both currently sleeping in their old rooms on either side of his, which sent his alpha instincts into overdrive.


But they were his brothers. Hoseok was sure he could control himself, even though incest was encouraged in some families, as it kept bloodlines pure. Hoseok’s father neither encouraged nor forbade it, but he could tell from his father’s demeanor whenever he talked about it that he didn’t really approve. Being alone during his rut was a torture he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy, though. He just didn’t know what to do. ‘Maybe they want it… I know I do...’


“No.” He groaned. With these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind, he settled back in and buried his face in his pillow so that he could hopefully drown out the omegas’ scents and get some more sleep.




The next time Hoseok woke up, it was thankfully at a more decent hour. The sun was streaming in through his blinds, and he could hear movement elsewhere in the house. He’d rolled over onto his stomach in his sleep, so his still painful erection was pressing against the mattress. Almost without thinking, he started rutting his hips in a quick rhythm, sweat making his nearly naked body stick to the sheets as he moaned into his pillow. He came embarrassingly quickly, but he didn’t think anything of it; he was a single alpha without an omega to spend his rut with, so he could cum as often and in as many places in his room as he wanted to.


He also needed to calm himself down a little before facing his brothers.


After changing his sheets, taking a quick shower, and putting on some sweatpants and an old t-shirt, Hoseok made his way into the kitchen, intent on gathering enough food and water to stockpile in his room for the next week until his rut was over. He planned on doing it quickly before he popped an embarrassing boner. What he didn’t plan for was seeing his older brother Yoongi standing at the stove and wearing a white long sleeved t-shirt with no pants, so his blue panties and pale, bare legs were clearly visible under the hem of his shirt. Before he could react, though, Yoongi looked up from whatever he was cooking and met the younger’s eyes.


“Oh, good morning Hoseok-ah!” Yoongi gestured to the coffeemaker with his free hand. “There’s about half a pot left, if you want some.”


Hoseok grunted in affirmation, not trusting his voice, and clenched his jaw as he stepped further into the kitchen. His nostrils flared when Yoongi’s natural scent of peaches and vanilla filled his senses, and he choked on a barely concealed moan as he poured a mug of coffee and promptly downed half of it, the bitter taste of it bringing him back to his senses. He cleared his throat and murmured a quick “thanks hyung” before downing the rest and turning around, only to nearly bump into Namjoon.


“Ah, sorry hyung!” The younger smiled, adorable dimples on full display, as he sidestepped to avoid colliding with his brother. “I didn’t mean to bump you.”


“It’s okay, you’re okay, I need to-”


“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked gently, making sure to turn off the burner before making his way over to the alpha. It wasn’t until he was right in front of him that he smelled Hoseok’s rut scent. He stopped short and his pupils dilated, and he gasped softly. “Y-you’re…”


Yoongi didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because Hoseok bolted out of the kitchen. By the time he got back to his room and shut the door, he’d broken out into a full-body sweat and his cock was rock hard. He groaned as he shoved his pants down around his thighs, not even waiting for them to hit the ground before he wrapped his fist around his throbbing shaft, feeling his knot already swelling as he smeared precum over it and squeezed as hard as he could, the action knocking the breath from his lungs. “Omega…” he growled lowly as he stroked himself to completion.


In the kitchen, Yoongi was standing with his eyes wide and nostrils flared. Namjoon had caught a whiff of Hoseok’s scent when he ran by, but he wasn’t affected by it like the older omega was. “Hyung?” he asked softly. “Are you okay?”


“I’m…” Yoongi gulped and blinked a few times. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t smelled an alpha in rut in close proximity like that since I was with Chanyeol two years ago. It’s… a lot.”


“He’s in rut?” Namjoon asked, trying to stay quiet.


“Yeah, and he smells so good Joon-ah…” Yoongi sighed and looked longingly down the hallway.


Namjoon scratched the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t know the difference.” He paused and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’ve actually never been with an alpha before. I… haven’t found the right one.”


Yoongi smiled as the younger’s words brought him out of his reverie. “Aww Joonie, so sweet.” Yoongi had to get up on his tiptoes to ruffle the younger’s hair, but it was worth it when his cheeks reddened and he giggled quietly. Then Yoongi smiled softly. “You’ll find the right one, I’m sure of it.”


“Thanks, hyung.” Namjoon poured himself a cup of coffee and perched on one of the bar stools, humming a tune softly to himself while he watched his brother resume cooking.


“Anytime, Joon.” Yoongi tried to pay attention to what he was doing - luckily it was a recipe he’d made many times before - but all the while, he couldn’t stop thinking about Hoseok.




It ended up being a couple of hours, long after breakfast was over and the dishes had been washed, dried, and put away, when Hoseok emerged again. His hair was a disheveled mess, and his dick made an obvious tent in the front of his boxers. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care how he looked when his throat was dry and his stomach was growling. Yoongi and Namjoon were in the living room watching some action movie that neither of them were fully paying attention to because of their concern for their brother, so they leapt off of the couch and went to join him in the kitchen the second they heard him in there.


“Hi, hyung!” Namjoon said perhaps a bit too brightly, because Hoseok jumped.


But he didn’t jump out of surprise; he jumped because the omegas’ scents hit him so hard it made his sensitive cock twitch. “H-hi. I’m just getting some food, my rut will last for about a week so I won’t see you much sorry!” He spoke in a rush as he stuffed water bottles, some fruits and vegetables, and whatever other food he could reach into his backpack that he had on the counter.


“Hoseok-ah.” Yoongi’s voice was soft as he lay a hand on Hoseok’s bicep, flinching from how warm his skin was, but he stood his ground. Hoseok stopped moving and his pupils were blown wide as he looked at Yoongi. “Do you want us to-”


“I know what you’re going to say, and we can’t.” Hoseok shook his head, but he didn’t shake his brother’s hand off. “I know it’s not as taboo as it used to be, but what would dad think?” He zipped his backpack closed, signaling that he was finished talking. Yoongi’s hand dropped as Hoseok shouldered his backpack and stormed out of the room.


Yoongi sighed and rubbed his temples to clear his head, his omega instincts rearing their head the longer he was in close proximity to the alpha. He never told anyone, but the entire reason he’d dated Chanyeol was because he reminded him so much of Hoseok. Yoongi had loved Hoseok more than a brother should for years, but of course he never admitted it out loud, for fear of what their father would think.


Yoongi ran after Hoseok, determined not to let this slide, and placed his hand on his arm again to stop him from going into his room. “We’re all adults, Hoseok-ah. Joon-ah and I both respect you, since you’re the alpha. But please don’t worry so much, okay?” He punctuated his statement with a kiss pressed to Hoseok’s sweaty forehead and nodded firmly. 


“But we’re brothers.” Hoseok sighed frustratedly and dropped his backpack next to his desk. “But even if we weren’t, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.” He moved to close his door, but Yoongi jammed his foot into the doorway to stop him.


“You wouldn’t be.” He raked his fingers through his hair and tugged lightly on the strands. “Just. Don’t suffer, okay Hoseok-ah? I don’t want that for you. I don’t want you to worry about anything.” He hoped Hoseok caught the meaning behind his words as he moved his foot and quietly closed the door.


Hoseok wasn’t the only one feeling conflicted. Namjoon was standing in the kitchen having a silent debate with himself. Maybe Hoseok was the alpha for him? None of the ones he ever dated felt like the one he was supposed to be with. ‘But… he’s my brother… surely that can’t be right… but is him being in rut a sign?’ He groaned in frustration and went back to the living room.


Yoongi waited outside Hoseok’s door, hopeful that his younger brother would open it any second and invite him inside.


It took Hoseok exactly ten seconds after the door closed for him to open it again, gripping the doorknob tightly as he stared at Yoongi with lust in his eyes. “Come in.” His voice was pitched lower and held an air of authority that Yoongi hadn’t heard since he was with Chanyeol but recognized immediately. The older cautiously stepped into the room, and Hoseok closed the door behind him. He paced back and forth, Yoongi watching him silently. The younger stopped in front of him abruptly. “Are you sure, hyung?” His hands were shaking, and his cock hung hard and heavy between his legs, concealed only by his boxers. Yoongi really tried hard not to look.  “Are you sure I wouldn’t be… forcing you?”


“Seok-ah.” Yoongi’s voice was soft and surprisingly stable. “You would not be forcing me, I promise. I…” He paused. Now was as good a time as ever to confess, he supposed. “I’ve had feelings for you for years. I haven’t told you because I didn’t think dad would approve, and I thought you shared the-”


“Wait.” Hoseok interrupted him, his eyes wide. “You… have?” Was he hearing right? He pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, hard enough to make him yelp, and Yoongi laughed quietly.


“Yeah Hoseok-ah.” He took the younger’s hand in his and squeezed it gently. “Ever since I was a teenager.”


Hoseok’s mind was reeling. He stared open-mouthed at his brother for what felt like hours while he tried to process this information and sort out his own feelings. If he really got down to it and stripped away the fear of judgment for doing something wrong, then maybe he felt similarly for Yoongi. For both of his brothers. The thought made heat rush to his cheeks so quickly that he felt light-headed and had to sit on the edge of the bed.


Yoongi knelt in front of him, still holding his hand, and looked endearingly up into his eyes. “If I thought you were forcing me into anything, I would have left by now.” He smiled softly. “If you don’t feel the same way I don’t want to make you feel awkward…”


Hoseok actually laughed for the first time all day when Yoongi said that, and he smoothly slid onto his knees so his eyes were level with the older’s. “Hyung no, I love you too.” When he said the words out loud, it somehow made him more aware of his need to knot and breed an omega.. Hoseok was so focused on keeping his thoughts at bay and digging his nails into his palm in an attempt to hold himself back, that he didn’t notice when his thick thighs caged one of Yoongi’s slimmer ones and his hips rolled so that his clothed cock rutted against Yoongi’s thigh.


Yoongi noticed about a half a second before Hoseok did, and their eyes met. The omega’s mind was hazy due to the close proximity to the alpha’s strong scent of cinnamon and chai and alpha in rut , but he still managed to say shakily “Can’t control yourself around me, huh?” His pussy was leaking so much slick it made his thin panties stick uncomfortably to his folds, so he spread his legs a little in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure it caused.


When he met Hoseok’s eyes again, he gasped quietly because the alpha looked different . His pupils were blown so wide his irises weren’t visible, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was snarling ever so slightly. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and Yoongi felt a chill run up his spine. He knew that Hoseok was going to give in to his alpha instincts soon, so he spoke quickly. “You can fuck me Hoseok, it’s okay. I want you to. Do you understand me?”


“Omega…” he growled, almost gone from the way Yoongi’s scent flooded his senses. “Y-yes. I understand.” The words were hard for Hoseok to say, but on some level, he knew it was important for him to say them, so he did his best. Yoongi heard him though, and before either of them could think, their lips met in a heated, filthy kiss. Yoongi sucked on the alpha’s tongue as he dug his nails into the omega’s scent glands, making them leak just a little oil, and in the next instant Hoseok was burying his face in Yoongi’s neck to lick it up and nibble on the sensitive skin. 


Yoongi immediately tilted his head back in submission, a soft, high whine tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips as his hips canted forward in search of friction on his wet pussy. At the same time, he shoved his hand rather unceremoniously into the front of Hoseok’s boxers to stroke his cock, moaning when he felt how hot and heavy his cock was in his loose grip. “Can’t wait t’feel you,” he slurred, “gonna feel s’good…” He groaned when he squeezed Hoseok’s knot and felt him growl against his neck, an airy chuckle leaving his lips. 


“Yeah?” Hoseok growled into his neck. “Want your little brother to fuck you like a good little breeding bitch?”


“Yes yes please!” Yoongi’s desperation was growing, and Hoseok’s cock was twitching in his grip with every little sound the omega made. Yoongi wanted to suck his brother’s cock, to tease him and make him cum down his throat, but clearly the alpha had other plans. He was crowding Yoongi more and more, grunting lowly and gripping his hips to get him to move. Yoongi’s mind was cloudy, but his omega instincts were still screaming at him to present for his alpha, so that’s what he did. He stumbled and nearly tripped over his pants in his haste, but Hoseok helped him, and they maneuvered so that they were right in the middle of the floor and Yoongi was on his knees with a pillow under his head while he gripped his slick ass cheeks and spread himself. “Seok-ah m’yours…” He said deliriously, and briefly wondered if Hoseok’s rut was triggering a premature heat.


He didn’t have much time to think on it though, since Hoseok lined up with the older’s pussy murmured “That’s fucking right, you’re mine, my omega, mine…” He trailed off when the head of his cock was engulfed in Yoongi’s wetness as the omega arched his back, and his hips snapped forward without any more warning or preamble, instantly burying himself to the hilt. They groaned simultaneously, and Hoseok dug his fingers into Yoongi’s hips bruisingly tight to make sure he didn’t move before he was ready.


“Seok-ah,” Yoongi moaned, “good.. S-so good- you can move, it’s okay- aah!” Hoseok started up a brutal rhythm before Yoongi even finished speaking, panting and growling each time his hips slapped against Yoongi’s.


Even in the omega’s hormone-muddled state of mind, he was amazed at how Hoseok’s cock fit and stretched him perfectly, and how the alpha seemed to find his g-spot almost immediately. He was out of his mind with pleasure, and all he could do was moan helplessly and drool onto the pillow under his face as Hoseok pounded mercilessly into him. His hands fell from his ass and laid limp at his sides, but the alpha didn’t need him to spread himself anymore.


Hoseok was completely lost in his lust; Yoongi’s tight pussy felt like heaven to him, and the omega’s scent clogged every one of his senses and drove him further towards his release. He would have given anything for it to last longer, but with the way his knot was nearly swelled to full size already, that wasn’t possible. Yoongi, meanwhile, came without any warning just then and squirted all over his thighs and the floor underneath him. Hoseok growled ferally and started fuckign Yoongi so hard he started to slide across the carpet, so the alpha dug his nails into the omega’s thighs to keep him still.


“My omega mine, gonna breed you so full, mine-” Hoseok wasn’t sure if he was making sense, but he had to let Yoongi know his intentions somehow.


“Do it,” Yoongi muttered hoarsely, “breed me alpha!!”


That was all it took to send Hoseok hurdling over the edge. He thrusted hard one last time before his knot locked him inside of Yoongi, and he let out a choked moan as he started cumming. His whole body shook with the effort of staying upright, because he was still aware of the fact that he came so much during a rut that Yoongi’s stomach was going to swell with it, and he didn’t want him lying on it, for more than one reason.


Yoongi could only whine and try to stay perfectly still as he tried to catch his breath. The building pressure in his stomach made it harder to breathe, but he couldn’t bring himself to move to get more comfortable. He shifted a little and his hand brushed against the side of his stomach, and curiously, he looked down, only to moan at the sight. His stomach was rounded from the amount of cum Hoseok was pumping into him. “Full… s’good…” he said deliriously.


“Yeah that’s right.” Hoseok’s voice was low and rumbled deep in his chest as he draped himself over Yoongi’s back and nosed at his oily scent gland. “Taking my cum so well, omega. Gonna get you pregnant.” An image flashed in Hoseok’s mind of Yoongi with his belly round and swollen with his pups, his tits swollen with milk, and his curves softened and rounded out. It made him kick his hips forward and another gush of cum add to the copious amount already inside him.


The omega moaned at the feeling, his eyes half closed. He could have fallen asleep right then and there, lulled by thoughts of carrying his brother’s pups. Said brother had different plans, though; he felt a sudden need to fulfill a very primal instinct that was very rarely talked about but, from what Hoseok did hear, made an alpha feel possessive over their omega nearly to the point of obsessiveness.


“Yoonie…” he started quietly, not wanting to startle the omega. 


“Hmm?” Yoongi hummed sleepily. “Everything okay Seok-ah?”


“Yes.” Hoseok smiled and kissed the back of his brother’s neck. “It’s just, ah, you know that very specific marking act that’s not commonly talked about?”


“Yeah- oh. OH.” Yoongi’s eyes widened in realization, and it took him mere seconds to put the pieces together. “You want to piss inside me.” It wasn’t a question, because Yoongi knew his brother, and he knew how adamant he could be when it came to some things.


“Yes. Is that okay?” Hoseok was sniffing and licking Yoongi’s scent gland, unable to resist the sweet oil it was leaking.


Yoongi moaned softly as the alpha’s warm breath ghosted over his neck, and after a few moments of thinking over how hot it would be for him to be claimed only by Hoseok for the rest of their lives, he nodded. “Y-yeah,” his voice cracked so he cleared his throat, “yes it’s okay. Mark me so I’ll be ruined for other alphas.”


Hoseok growled and bit down on Yoongi’s scent gland, not hard enough to leave a mark, as he kicked his hips forward again and started pissing, his cock still half-hard but his knot holding everything inside Yoongi as his hot piss mixed with his cum. “Fuck… Yoongi-yah…” he moaned, neither of them caring about honorifics when the full, bone-deep satisfaction they were both experiencing was so heady.


“Alpha… f-filling me up so good…” Yoongi’s whole body shook as he came a second time, his body twitching and shuddering as his walls clenched around Hoseok’s cock, milking every last drop of piss and cum from him that he could. “Want it all…” he murmured in his hazy, post-orgasmic state.


Hoseok, finally sated, gently held Yoongi as he rolled them both onto their sides, making sure he didn’t jostle the sensitive omega too much. Yoongi whined when Hoseok’s knot shifted inside him, but he sighed contentedly once they were settled. “That was good, Seok-ah.” Yoongi giggled breathily as he turned his head to meet the alpha’s eyes. Hoseok chuckled lowly and kissed the omega’s forehead.


“So how do I compare to Chanyeol?” the alpha asked cockily.


“Cha- oh, you heard me talking to Joon-ah, huh?” Yoongi blushed. “And how the last time I smelled an alpha’s rut smell was when I was with him?”


“Yep.” Hoseok smirked. “And since I’ve marked you now, I have to know.”


“Well…” Yoongi giggled again. “To be honest, you fucked me so much better than he ever could, even when he was in rut.”


“Good.” Hoseok kissed his cheek and murmured, “Because I’m not going to let you be fucked by any other alpha ever again.”


“Possessive much?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow and attempted to look dubious, but he secretly loved it.


“Maybe a little.” Hoseok blushed, and Yoongi had to strain a little to kiss both of his cheeks.


“Cute.” Yoongi grinned, showing his gums.


“Did you just call me cute after I fucked you and pissed inside you?” The alpha laughed heartily, throwing his head back but keeping his arms wrapped securely around his brother.


The omega rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh. “Don’t make fun of me, brat. You know how I am.”


Hoseok turned serious again and nodded. “I certainly do.” He tilted his head down until their lips met in a slow, sweet kiss. “I love you.”


“I love you too, Seok-ah.” They settled into a more comfortable position and talked quietly while they waited for Hoseok’s knot to deflate.


Meanwhile, Namjoon had heard the sounds of his brothers fucking and, after sticking his hand down his pants and rubbing his clit until he came messily, was unable to pinpoint his feelings about what he’d done but had a burning curiosity itching under his skin about what it would feel like to have his big brother’s cock stretching him out. But he had to wait for the right moment to talk to Hoseok about it.


The alpha’s rut would last a week, after all. That left plenty of time for so many things to happen.

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Even though Namjoon had never been with an alpha, he knew from his friends who had that it took a while for their knots to deflate. So he puttered around the house for a while, watched some Netflix, made a snack, and willed all horny thoughts out of his mind while he waited. The last thing he wanted was to walk in to seeing Hoseok still locked inside Yoongi with cum leaking out around his knot-


“No.” He plucked his own forehead and blinked rapidly, forcing the image out of his mind. He glanced at his phone to check the time, and estimated that it had been about an hour and a half since they finished fucking. Just for good measure, he rubbed some peppermint oil under his nose to help clear his head before going to knock on the door.


“Hyungs? I… I know what you’ve been up to. Uh… can I come in?”


There was a bit of shuffling, and then a slightly muffled and raspy “Come in Joon-ah!” from Yoongi. 


Namjoon took a breath and steeled himself before opening the door to see his two older brothers cuddling in bed, thankfully clothed and, from the looks of it, freshly showered. 


“Hi Joon-ah.” Hoseok was blushing and looked quite sheepish, which Namjoon would have found cute if the smell of sex wasn’t permeating the entire room and making his pussy leak. 


“Hi, ah, can I sit down?”


“Of course!” Yoongi sat up and smoothed out the blanket lying on the foot of the bed before patting it. “I think Seok-ah is embarrassed.” He giggled and glanced at the alpha, who was still blushing.


“Shut up,” he mumbled and playfully smacked Yoongi’s arm, but there was no bite behind it and it was barely a tap. He smiled when Yoongi pouted and smacked his thigh.


“You big baby. Joon-ah already said he heard us.” He rolled his eyes and sighed, turning his attention back to the younger omega. “Now, is everything okay?”


“Um. I don’t know.” Namjoon finally sat, keeping his thighs pressed tightly together, and fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. “Seokie-hyung can I talk to you?”


“Of course.” Hoseok’s rut was satiated for the time being, so he was lucid enough to have a conversation. “What is it?”


Namjoon reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand, silently signaling that he needed the older to stay, and then cleared his throat and spoke softly. “I don’t know how to say this. But I have conflicting feelings about… you, hyung.” He looked directly at Hoseok and bit his lip. “I… I’ve never been with an- I mean, I’m-” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m a virgin.”


“Oh.” Hoseok’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything more as he waited for Namjoon to finish. He had suspected his younger brother was a virgin, but it still surprised him.


“I just haven’t found the right alpha yet. But I’ve been learning a lot about fate and stars aligning and how some things happen perfectly for a reason, and it got me thinking.” Namjoon paused and looked at Yoongi, who scooted closer to him and draped an arm over his broad shoulders. The younger omega appreciated the warmth, even though his brothers’ scents both lingered on him. “Hoseok-hyung… what if- never mind it sounds stupid-”


“Namjoon-ah.” Hoseok held his free hand. “I won’t judge you, whatever you say. I promise.”


“Promise?” Namjoon whispered and held up his hand with his pinky out.


Hoseok smiled and hooked their pinkies together. “I promise, Joon-ah.”


Namjoon visibly relaxed. Pinky promises had been their thing since the three of them were really little, so he knew Hoseok would keep his promise. With that in mind, he took a deep breath and said in a rush, “I think you might be the alpha I’m meant to be with.” 


There was a pause then, in which Yoongi smiled giddily, Namjoon looked nervously down at his lap, and Hoseok stared at Namjoon with his eyes wide and jaw dropped. Finally, when he’d had a moment to process Namjoon’s words, the alpha spoke. “You… do?”


“Maybe? I just…” Namjoon smiled a little. “I can’t explain it, really, but it’s like, the timing of everything feels perfect. Yoongi-hyung and I coming home, your rut happening…” He trailed off and let go of his hyungs’ hands to gesture vaguely in the air. “Am I making sense?”


“Yes. Yeah.” Hoseok cleared his throat and took a deep breath. His rut was starting to cloud his judgment again, and he reflexively backed away a little, immediately holding his hands up at the hurt look on Namjoon’s face. “No no, I need a little space so I can remain lucid. My rut, it’s… you know.” He shrugged helplessly. “Joon-ah, I think I’ve always loved you and Yoongi-hyung. As… more than brothers.”


“You have?” Namjoon gasped. He hadn’t expected that. “You’re not just saying that?”


“No, I’m not just saying that.”


“No he’s not.” Yoongi and Hoseok spoke at the same time and exchanged a smile. Yoongi continued, “Do you trust us, Joon-ah?”

“Of course I do!” Namjoon answered without hesitation, though he was blushing. “Y-you’re my brothers. I trust you with my life.”


“And… what about love?” Hoseok breathed shallowly as he scooted closer to Namjoon. His cock was hard again as he sat on his heels, but he kept a respectful distance from the younger omega.


“Is it okay if I don’t really have an answer yet?” Namjoon bit his lip. “I mean, there’s some sort of feelings there, otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now. I just don’t really have a label for those feelings. Is that okay?”


Yoongi moved so that he was practically straddling Namjoon’s lap, their eyes nearly level. “Of course it is. Right, Seok-ah?”


“Yeah. Yes. And I won’t pressure you into something you don’t want.” Hoseok started to back away, but Namjoon grabbed his wrist to stop him.


“But… I do want it. Seokie-hyung, I want you to be… m-my first.” Namjoon was red from his hairline to his neck as he said it, but his voice was only a little shaky.


“Namjoon-ah, I would love that.” Hoseok’s hands twitched, wanting so desperately to touch the younger, but he wanted to see if he would make the first move.


Yoongi looked between them, and the mounting sexual tension was palpable. Feeling a bit bold, he kissed Namjoon’s forehead and then, keeping one hand braced on his lower stomach, settled on his knees next to Hoseok and nosed along his scent gland, licking his heated skin gently as he whispered “You should make his first time really special, Seok-ah. Just make sure to breed him as well as you bred me. You’re such a good alpha, the best alpha. Take good care of our Joon-ah.” A low growl rumbled in Hoseok’s throat, and Yoongi chuckled. “Just be gentle with him. He’s still a virgin, after all… for now.”


“Y-yeah. I will. I’ll do that.” Hoseok licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Namjoon’s. Yoongi smirked and kissed the alpha’s neck, feeling more than hearing another growl rumble in his throat.


“I know you will, Seok-ah. I’ll just give you two some time.” Yoongi kissed them both gently, lingering with Namjoon for a minute and letting his scent relax the younger. He kept his hand on his slightly protruding belly and moaned when the plug in his pussy shifted inside him as he stood up and left the room, glancing over his shoulder and giggling “Have fun, you two!” before closing the door behind him.


Namjoon was still terribly nervous, so Hoseok slowly inched towards him until he could cup his cheek. “Joon-ah,” he murmured, “please don’t be nervous. I’ll be gentle, okay?”


Namjoon blushed deeper and shrunk in on himself a little. “But… your rut…”


“...can be kept at bay when an omega is distressed or nervous.” Hoseok finished for him. “I can smell it on you, Joon. But that’s okay.” He pressed his forehead against Namjoon’s and whispered, “I will not hurt you. I could never hurt you.”


Namjoon smiled and whispered back “I know, hyung.” He tilted his head up, only a couple of inches, but it was enough for their lips to brush against each other. The omega shivered at the contact, and Hoseok took the lead by kissing Namjoon gently, sucking on his bottom lip and moving closer to him. The alpha’s senses were filled with pine and peppermint, and he groaned quietly as he pulled away, his pupils dilated. “You smell so good, Joon-ah. Can I taste you?”


Hoseok had barely touched Namjoon, but the omega felt himself getting almost uncomfortably wet. “Y-yeah...” his voice cracked as he quickly took his shirt off then let Hoseok lay him on his back, being slow and gentle so that he wouldn’t startle the omega. Namjoon’s brain kicked into gear and reminded him of how much he needed an alpha’s touch, so he took off his own pants and underwear, which stuck to his wet folds a little as he peeled them off.


“Fuck, Joon-ah.” Hoseok inhaled deeply and groaned. “You smell like home, and everything I associate with goodness.” He kissed sloppily down Namjoon’s chest, his rut making him become impatient, and licked and sucked his nipples, which he quickly discovered were very sensitive through the whine the omega let out. He chuckled and let his free hand slip between the younger’s thick thighs to slowly rub his clit, hips rutting into the air as he gently nibbled the sensitive skin on Namjoon’s small tits, but not hard enough to leave marks… yet.


Namjoon unconsciously rolled his hips in a slow rhythm, needing more friction, but not having the words to express his need. “P-please more…” was the best he could do, in a breathy whimper.


The alpha moaned quietly against his skin and left one more kiss above Namjoon’s right nipple. “I’ve got you, Joon-ah.” He slid down the bed until he was in between the omega’s legs and made sure their eyes were locked on each other as he licked a stripe from Namjoon’s hole to his clit and then sucked on the sensitive nub.


“Hos- aah! Seokie-hyung…” Namjoon tried to speak but just that slight contact had him feeling overwhelmed. He spread his legs wider to allow the alpha better access, which he took advantage of by hooking his arms around the omega’s thighs to hold him still while he devoured his pussy.


His only thought was ‘Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon’ as he switched between suckling the omega’s clit and licking messily into his hole, wanting to make his brother feel as good as possible before fucking and knotting him. He pulled away when Namoon moaned in a higher pitch and asked “Are you okay, Joon-ah? Do I need to stop?”


“No!” Namjoon gasped. “I’ve just never had anyone eat me out before… I probably should have mentioned that…”


Despite having slick covering and dripping from the lower half of his face, Hoseok smiled. “I’m happy I can be your first, then. How am I doing so far?”


“Good, fuck, so good Seokie-hyung, I’d let you do that for hours.” He was blushing as he said it, but he was clearly getting bolder.


“Baby, I would eat your pretty pussy all day.” Hoseok salivated at the thought and groaned when he shifted so his clothed cock rubbed against the sheets. “Do you want me to keep going?” He was teasing, he knew, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned back in to suck on Namjoon’s clit as he waited for the omega to answer, humming softly around the sensitive nub.


“I…” Namjoon let out a choked moan. “C-can’t think… please...” He gasped and tangled his fingers in Hoseok’s hair as his hips bucked up when the alpha pulled away.


“Are you close?” he murmured, idly reaching up to rub Namjoon’s sensitive nipple. “Gonna cum on my face before I even fuck you?” He slid one finger into the omega’s hole, groaning at the obscene squelching noise it made, and moved it in and out slowly.


“Y-yes alpha please?” Namjoon’s voice tapered into a questioning whine when the alpha sucked on his clit again, harder than before, and ran his tongue over the very tip. “Don’t stop!!” Instead of answering, Hoseok redoubled his efforts and locked his eyes on Namjoon’s, one hand gripping his quivering thigh and the other rubbing and pinching each of his nipples in turn.


Namjoon threw his head back and groaned, unable to look the alpha in the eyes any longer because it was too much as his orgasm threatened to come crashing down on him. He tried to warn Hoseok but only managed a wordless moan, his body twitching and writhing as he came right when two of Hoseok’s fingers slid back into him and pressed insistently against his g-spot.


The alpha lapped up as much of Namjoon’s cum as he could and only stopped when the omega pushed his head away between shaky pleas of “No more, too sensitive…” and Hoseok leaned back, smirking darkly and licking his lips.


“Are you all done already, Joon-ah?”


“No!” Namjoon almost yelled, and then he looked away blushing, “I mean, no alpha…”


Hoseok dug his nails into his own thigh to stop the growl bubbling in his throat. “You don’t need to call me that unless you really want to.” He reached for a facial wipe from the dispenser on his nightstand - they came in handy when his own cum got onto his skin - and wiped Namjoon’s slick and cum from his chin and cheeks. Namjoon watched him the whole time with a hazy look in his eyes as his breathing calmed down.


“Oh…” He sat up slowly and looked down at his lap. “...I want to though.”


Hoseok licked his lips and sensed that Namjoon’s distress had lessened significantly, so his alpha instincts were rearing their head. With a strained voice, Hoseok said “That’s okay too,” he choked on a moan, “fuck, Joon-ah, I need-”


“I know.” Namjoon’s pupils dilated when Hoseok’s rut scent filled his nostrils, and almost before he knew what he was doing, he lay on his back and hooked his hands under his own thighs, pulling his legs up and holding himself open for the alpha. “I’m ready. Just be gentle, please…”


Hoseok hastily freed himself of his clothes and shuffled closer to Namjoon on his knees, groaning when the tip of his cock brushed against Namjoon’s wet folds. “I promised I would,” he panted, “and I will do my best to keep that promise.” 


He leaned over and braced his hands on either side of Namjoon’s head, practically folding the omega in half, and kissed him as he slowly thrust into him, stopping when he was halfway in. “Good?” he asked, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to hold himself back from bottoming out in one hard thrust.


“It hurts a little…” Namjoon admitted. “But you can keep going.”


“Wait, before we do, I should warn you.” The alpha took a deep breath before continuing. “When an alpha is in rut, our sperm is more potent. So if I cum inside you, you could get pregnant. Yoongi-hyung was ready for it, but are you? I mean, would you be okay with that?”


Namjoon worried his lip for a moment while he thought it over, and then he smiled lopsidedly. Hoseok really wanted to kiss his dimple. “I think I am.”


“Are you sure?” The alpha did kiss Namjoon’s dimple then, making him giggle softly.


“Yes, Seokie-hyung. We’re in our twenties, we’re one of the most financially stable packs besides the Jeons, and I really like the idea of being a parent...” He blushed and turned his face away, adding in a whisper “alongside you…”


Hoseok’s heart warmed at that. “Then in that case, let’s see if we can make that happen. Can I keep going?”


“Yes.” Namjoon bit his lip as he met Hoseok’s eyes again. “I’m ready…” He winked, and the alpha leaned down to peck his lips. Then he pulled away, nodded, and rolled his hips slowly until his hips met Namjoon’s with a quiet, wet slap. They moaned simultaneously as their lips met in a slow but filthy kiss, spit and drool running down their chins as Hoseok sucked on Namjoon’s tongue the same way he’d been sucking his clit earlier. When the alpha finally released his tongue, he whined “Alpha, fuck me alpha...”


The alpha’s eyes widened. Those were the words from his dream the night before. He pushed his shock to the back of his mind when he saw the desperation in Namjoon’s eyes. “Gladly.” Hoseok started thrusting slowly, letting the omega get used to the feeling, his hips stuttering when the omega’s walls clenched around his shaft. “You feel so fucking good around my cock.” His arms shook. “Like you were made for me.”


For his part, Namjoon could only moan quietly and dig his nails into Hoseok’s biceps to ground him. When he didn’t say anything, Hoseok stopped moving and gazed into his eyes. “Namjoon, baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?”


The omega’s grip on Hoseok’s biceps loosened, and he smiled enough that his dimples were visible. “A little, but it feels really good. And...” He frowned slightly, searching for the right words. “It feels... right.” He felt a sudden lump in his throat so he stopped speaking, but he was still smiling. When Hoseok scented the air and smelled hardly any of the sourness that comes with an omega’s distress, he returned the younger’s smile and leaned down to kiss him, pouring as much love as he could into the action.


When they parted, a string of spit connected their lips that Namjoon licked away before whispering “Please, you can fuck me now, it’s okay.” Hoseok nodded wordlessly, and, keeping his eyes locked on the omega’s, he started thrusting slowly again, making them both moan quietly.


Hoseok groaned at the feeling of slick coating his shaft, his nostrils flaring as his alpha instincts were pushing him to breed his omega. “Joon-ah…” His hips stuttered as he fought the urge to go faster. “I want… to make this last but…” He groaned and nuzzled frantically at the omega’s scent gland until his skin was oily. “My rut…” He trailed off as it became harder for him to form words.


Hoseok’s scent was overwhelming, and Namjoon’s pussy leaked more slick in response. “Do what you need to do,” he whined when the alpha’s teeth gently bit into his skin, “it’s okay. Fuck me like you really want to. I’m sure, I’m okay, I promise.” With half-lidded eyes, he murmured “Breed me, alpha…”


“Fuck, baby. Okay. Gonna breed you so good...” Hoseok shifted so that he was on his knees, and he lifted Namjoon’s ass so he could place a pillow under his hips, then he lifted and spread the omega’s legs so he had a better view of the way his cock stretched his pussy. With a firm grip on Namjoon’s thighs, he started fucking him with abandon, his hips slapping wetly against the omega’s ass. Namjoon moaned loudly at the new angle, and his walls clenched around the alpha’s cock when it brushed against his g spot. 


Namjoon reached down to rub his clit in tight circles, making him clench more tightly around Hoseok, whose pupils were blown wide as his thrusts became harder and deeper. “Omega, my omega…” he growled, his words barely discernible. 


“Gonna…!” Namjoon tried to warn the alpha as his orgasm built up a lot faster than he was used to, but he was cumming before he could finish the first word, his fingers sliding all over his clit as Hoseok fucked him through it. Vaguely, Namjoon had the fleeting thought that he should have told Hoseok that he could cum multiple times within the span of a few minutes, but the alpha would know soon enough.


“So wet-” Hoseok moaned and leaned down to lave his tongue over Namjoon’s sensitive nipples, and the omega was cumming again in under a minute, much to the alpha’s delight. “Ah,” he smirked as his thrusts became more erratic, “let’s see if I can make you cum again before I breed you, hmm?”


“How are- fuck!” Namjoon whined high in his throat when Hoseok angled his thrusts so that his cock constantly rubbed and pushed against the omega’s g spot. Namjoon’s eyes rolled back into his head and his body seized up as he squirted all over them both and the sheets underneath them, his pussy clenched so tightly around Hoseok’s cock that the alpha was barely able to move.


His knot was swelling rapidly, and he made sure he was looking into Namjoon’s eyes as he pushed it into him with one final, hard thrust, tying them together. “Gonna breed you full,” he groaned, “gonna breed my good little omega.” Namjoon could only nod as his pussy milked Hoseok’s cock, his cum quickly spilling into him.


“Wow…” Namjoon breathed, amazed at the feeling of the alpha’s warn cum flooding his insides. It didn’t stop when he expected, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting. This was his first knot, after all. “F-feels so good…” he murmured as he looked down to where they were connected, and he gasped softly when his stomach started slowly expanding. He couldn’t look away, even though Hoseok’s gaze was intense.


Hoseok tried to form words, but there were none to describe how it felt to knot and breed two different omegas in the same day. Knowing there was a possibility they could both get pregnant only added to his ecstasy, and a shiver ran up his spine at the thought of catering to two pregnant omegas. He gazed down at Namjoon, taking in his kiss-swollen lips, barely-there tits, and belly swollen with his cum, and it was like he was already pregnant. The thought made another rush of cum spill into the omega, every drop being kept in by the alpha’s knot.


“I’ve never felt this full before…” Namjoon was almost slurring his words, and his eyes were glazed over as he completely drank in the feeling of being bred and owned by an alpha for the first time. It was intoxicating, and it made his fingers start slowly rubbing his clit again, almost of their own accord, as he let out quiet moans.


Hoseok noticed and smirked. “Let me help you.” He placed his hand firmly over the omega’s and helped him cum one more time, his pussy milking a last small spurt of cum from the alpha’s cock. He went boneless after that and let Hoseok easily roll them both over so they were on their sides and facing each other. 


“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked softly, brushing his thumb over Namjoon’s cheek. They were both sweaty and sticky with cum, but they could get up and take showers later.


The omega hummed and leaned into his brother’s touch. “Yeah, I’m more okay than I’ve been in a long time.”

Hoseok visibly relaxed and smiled a warm, heart-shaped smile. “Good, I’m glad. I didn’t want to hurt you or something.”


“You didn’t, I promise. I would have told you if you did.”


“I know.” Hoseok leaned in to kiss the omega softly. “We should both get some rest, now. You need it.”


“You do too, Seokie-hyung.” Namjoon yawned, and Hoseok followed suit. The older reached for a blanket that was still somewhat clean - the bedding was definitely going to have to be washed too - and draped an arm over Namjoon’s waist. No more words were said as they both fell asleep, mere moments apart.


Yoongi had spent the entire time in his room, lazily rubbing his clit to a somewhat satisfying orgasm. What got him off more than the sounds of his brothers having sex, though, was thinking about how lucky he was to have such a good alpha as a brother. Something primal inside of him made him purr with content knowing that he had the best alpha, to possibly knock up both of his omegas at the same time.


What he didn’t know, however, was that even though Hoseok was asleep, Yoongi’s scent was affecting him and invading his mind. It was making him dream of fucking them both again, and again, even after they were both bred full and swollen with his pups.


Hoseok smiled in his sleep knowing in his subconscious that it was a possibility, and the idea of marking his omegas with his bite made his dreams reach his more primal, feral side that he barely let show. But for his omegas, he would do anything to let them and the rest of the world know that they belonged to him. They always had, and they always would.


Yoongi still had his pussy plugged up, and his legs were propped up against his headboard as he looked down at his swollen belly and rubbed it, imagining what it would be like to carry his brother’s pups.


Namjoon, too, dreamed of it with a smile. Little did the three of them know that they would all get their wish.

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Hoseok’s rut lasted almost exactly one week. The three brothers didn’t get much of a chance to talk about things, as once Hoseok had a taste of both the omegas, he couldn’t get enough and fucked them full of cum at every opportunity. One of his favorite things was to keep them both plugged so his cum couldn’t leak out, and stroke their bellies while he licked their sensitive nipples, making them whine. He kept plugs in their pussies for as long as possible before carefully, gently cleaning them out and starting the process of breeding them full all over again.


Because the circumstances had changed so much, Yoongi and Namjoon decided to extend their stay by a couple of weeks. It just had to wait until after Hoseok’s rut had ended, like the talk the three of them really needed to have.


It was late on a Monday evening when they were all able to talk, the omegas still feeling the alpha’s last loads of cum in their bellies, the three of them all freshly showered and eating an easy dinner of takeout from their favorite restaurant down the block.


“So.” Hoseok cleared his throat and set his bowl aside. “We need to talk.”


“Yeah we do.” Yoongi scooted closer to Namjoon and held his hand, placing his free hand over his nearly flat stomach. Hoseok found his habit of doing that lately absolutely adorable. “Seok-ah, if you really got us both pregnant at the same time, what will that mean?”


“Well it’ll mean I’m a good alpha.” Hoseok puffed his chest out smirked, and Yoongi rolled his eyes. “But in all seriousness,” he slouched and drew one knee up to his chest to rest his chin on it, “I’m not sure.” He shrugged. “I do know that being a dad would be cool, though.” He grinned and hugged his leg. “So if you two want to keep any pups you might be pregnant with, I’ll never leave your sides.”


“Really?” Namjoon was tearing up. “You really mean that, Seokie-hyung?”


“Of course I do.” Hoseok moved from his spot to kneel between Namjoon’s legs, immediately wrapping his arms around his waist and pillowing his head on his chest, looking earnestly into his eyes. “I love you and Yoongi-hyung so much. A-and we talked about you both carrying my pups… well, sort of.” He blushed, and Yoongi giggled.


“Sort of is an understatement.” Hoseok swatted his thigh, and Yoongi snorted. “Hey, it’s not my fault you were such a knothead for the last week.”


Hoseok huffed out a laugh and gave Namjoon’s belly a little kiss before sitting on the edge of the coffee table, leveling them both with an even, gentle gaze. “What I’m trying to say is that I want this like I know you both do.” He held out his hands, and each omega took one. “We’re in this. But more than that, I want to be with you, both of you. If- if you’ll have me! I don’t want to force you or-”


“Seok-ah.” Yoongi squished Hoseok’s cheeks. “Breathe, alright?” He kissed the alpha’s nose. “I can’t speak for Joon-ah, but you’re not forcing me. I want to be with you, too.” Ever the bold one, Yoongi spoke without hesitation. “No matter what,” he brought one hand down to rest on his stomach, “we’re in this for the long haul.”


“We?” Hoseok tilted his head to the side and scented the air. “Hyung, are you…?”


The older omega smiled softly, with a twinkle in his eye that Hoseok missed. “I don’t know for sure. I think it’s too early to tell, but it’s… possible.”


Hoseok perked up a little and nodded, not trusting himself not to squeak with excitement, then turned his attention to Namjoon, who had been silently watching the exchange between the two. “Seokie-hyung,” he whispered, “I…”


Hoseok could sense his distress, so he moved to sit next to the younger and held his hand. “Joon-ah, are you okay?”


Namjoon sniffled, but he was smiling. “Yeah. I just agree with Yoongi-hyung. I want to be with you too, whether I’m pregnant or not.”


Hoseok’s heart swelled at his words, and he closed the distance between them so he could kiss him. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He kissed Yoongi too, smiling against his lips. “Hyung, you smell different,” he murmured, then pulled him into his lap and nosed along his scent gland. “Smell good…”


“Seok-ah,” Yoongi gasped. “N-not in front of Namjoon, come on.” He smacked the alpha’s shoulder, making him jolt.


“Sorry hyung.” He pouted. “You smell like you’re mine now, and I just really like it.”


Yoongi giggled and ruffled his hair, then he got up to clear the dishes. The three of them spent the rest of the evening cuddled on the couch, right after Namjoon and Yoongi emailed their respective jobs and let them know they would need another week off for a family matter. They fell asleep watching the latest kdrama and sharing a blanket, Hoseok in the middle of his two omegas and holding them close.




Namjoon really didn’t want to go back to work yet. He hated his job if he was being totally honest, and being with Hoseok and Yoongi again felt really nice. He still had a lot of feelings to sort out, about what he really felt for his brothers and what the future might hold, but what he did know for sure was that being with them felt good. Really good.


He had also been feeling different. It was possible he could be pregnant, but he and Yoongi wouldn’t be able to officially find out for about another week. Namjoon smiled to himself at the thought, because it meant more time off of work.


And it wasn’t that he hated his line of work. He liked being an editor for a major magazine - God knew there weren’t enough good ones, especially where he worked - but the hours were long, which didn’t leave much time for a social life. He couldn’t count how many times he’d been all ready to leave the office at five to hit a bar with some friends by six, only to be told by his boss or one of his superiors that another article needed to be ready to be published in the next issue. Most nights, he didn’t end up leaving the office until nine, and he was so tired he no longer felt like going out.


He’d entertained thoughts of being a stay at home parent to a brood of pups and a loving husband to an adoring alpha, but the problem with that was he needed to find an alpha. That was damn near impossible due to how often he worked. And he’d expressed his worries to his mother; she was an ER nurse so she worked impossibly long hours, but she’d still managed to not only find an alpha, but a pure alpha at that. She’d simply smiled and told him that the right alpha would come to him when he least expected it.


And the more time he spent with Hoseok after not seeing him once in the two years since he’d started his job, the more he thought his brother was the right alpha for him. Every touch, every kiss, every kind word, and every little smile made him fall just a little more in love, even though he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit it out loud. He wasn’t sure what his hangup was about that, either. He’d never been in love before, but he was pretty sure that what he felt when he was with Hoseok was what being in love was supposed to feel like.


He was curled up with a mug of herbal tea and watching the rain while talking to his mom on the phone about it. But, he hadn’t told her it was Hoseok yet, just that he’d recently gotten together with a better alpha than he could have possibly hoped for.


“I’m so happy for you, honey!” She sighed dreamily through the phone. “I remember feeling that way about your father.”


“Thanks Mom.” Namjoon pulled his blanket up a little higher on his chest.


“Now you have to tell me, what’s their name?”


“Um.” Namjoon cleared his throat, set his now empty mug aside, and pulled the blanket up over his head. “It’s… Hoseok…”


There was a long silence, and Namjoon could practically hear the gears turning in his mom’s head. “Your brother?” She finally asked softly.


“Yes. And I know Dad doesn’t think it’s right, even though he’s never outright said he doesn’t approve. I just know he wouldn’t be okay with the idea. And I get that but-”


“Sweetie, are you happy?” His mom interrupted gently.


Namjoon relaxed a little and pulled the blanket down to see Hoseok walking towards him, and he moved over so the alpha could sit down and wrap his arms around him.  “I’m so happy, Mom. Happier than I’ve been in years. And we had a talk last night about the future and pups and stuff like that, and it all felt right. I don’t know how else to explain it.” He rested his head on Hoseok’s shoulder and closed his eyes.


“Honey, your happiness is all that matters to me.”


“You really mean that?” Namjoon murmured, feeling sleepy in Hoseok’s arms. His scent was so calming.


“Of course I do. It’s not the situation I imagined you’d be in when you were younger, but I’m open minded and excited to be a grandmother.”


“Thank you Mom, that means the world to me.” Namjoon’s eyes fluttered open when Hoseok turned to face him, an expectant look on his face. “I think Seokie-hyung wants to talk to me about something, so I’ll talk to you later, if that’s okay?”


“Okay sweetie. Tell him I said I love him, and I love you!”


“Love you too Mom, talk to you later.” Namjoon hung up the phone as Hoseok kissed his forehead. “Mom said she loves you.”


The alpha smiled and kissed Namjoon’s forehead. “It sounds like that conversation went well.”


“Yeah, it went better than I thought it would.” Namjoon smiled, and Hoseok just had to kiss his dimples. The omega giggled and scrunched his nose. “Did you want to talk about something?”


“Yeah.” Hoseok held his brother’s hand in his lap and played with his fingers. “I just wanted to check on you. You’ve been pretty quiet since last night.”


Namjoon kissed the alpha’s cheek and shrugged. “I’m okay, Seokie-hyung. I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.”


“Oh? Do you want to talk about it?” Hoseok asked. “It’s okay if you don’t. I would just really like to be here for you.”


Namjoon thought for a moment, and then he nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He settled into a more comfortable position. “It’s just… life stuff, you know?” He told Hoseok how he felt about his job, how he was still sorting out some feelings, and even that he wanted to be a stay-at-home parent but that life wouldn’t allow it.


When he finished, Hoseok easily pulled the younger in his lap. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do Joon-ah, but I can say that it’s okay that you don’t have a label for your feelings. But can I ask you a question?”


“Of course, hyung.”


“When you’re with me, not only when we’re having sex but when we’re just hanging out together, how does it feel?”


“Well.” Namjoon smiled. “That’s an easy question to answer.” He turned so he could look into the alpha’s eyes. “It feels right.” He shook his head slowly in wonder. “I can’t explain it, but the more time I spend with you, the happier I feel, and the more sure I am that I…” He trailed off, realizing what he was about to say, and blushed. “I…” He needed another second to gather the courage to say it. Just another second-


“Joon-ah.” Hoseok held his face in his hands to calm him down. “You should know that I feel the same way, and I’m sure Yoongi-hyung would agree if he weren’t taking a nap. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”


“Seokie-hyung I love you.” Namjoon said it perhaps a bit too loudly because Hoseok flinched.


And then Namjoon started crying.


“Baby.” Hoseok was alarmed, and he quickly pulled the younger into his lap and rubbed his back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s alright.” Namjoon was still crying, so Hoseok continued to hold him, ready to do so for as long as it took until the younger felt like he was ready to talk.


It ended up being long enough that Yoongi woke up from his nap and emerged from his room looking adorably sleepy, wrapped in a hoodie at least two sizes too big and one hand on his lower belly. “Hey,” he rasped, “what’s going on?”


“Hi hyung.” Hoseok quickly explained the situation and Namjoon buried his face in the alpha’s neck, inhaling deeply. “And then he started crying, and he can’t tell me why yet.”


“Namjoon-ah.” Yoongi sat next to them with a quiet groan and rubbed the back of the younger’s neck. “Can you tell hyung what’s wrong?”


Namjoon exhaled slowly, tickling Hoseok’s neck, and pulled away so he could rub his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “Nothing’s wrong.” He sniffled. “Not at all, I just…” He turned and snuggled into Yoongi’s side, which was almost a comical sight due to their height difference, and sighed. “It’s hard for me to say I love you because of… my past.” Hoseok and Yoongi locked eyes over his head, and immediately it all made sense.


Their youngest brother wasn’t necessarily abused as a child, but their father always had a dream of having two alpha sons. Namjoon was his last chance to have that due to unforeseen health issues, so when he was born an omega, their father was very disappointed and talked all the time about how Namjoon should have been an alpha, most of the time when he was within earshot. It took a toll on the youngest, and he’d revealed to his mother and his brothers years later that it caused him to have issues with reaching out to other people and trusting them to love him for who he really was.


It explained why Namjoon had never been in a serious relationship, and why he didn’t want to label his feelings.


“You were scared.” Yoongi spoke softly. Namjoon nodded and pouted a little.


“I’m sorry…”


“Joon-ah, no.” Hoseok spoke softly but firmly. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He sighed and kissed the back of his neck. “Your feelings are completely valid.”


“Exactly.” Yoongi smiled encouragingly when Namjoon met his eyes. “It’s okay to be scared, and it’s okay to be careful about who you trust.”


“It absolutely is. Just, if you can, let us help you okay?” Hoseok said.


“Okay. Thank you hyungs.” Namjoon smiled and kissed them both on the cheek.


“You’re welcome, Joon-ah.” Yoongi squeezed his hand. “Now I think we need some dinner.”


“Agreed! I’ll put the order in.” Hoseok reached for his phone and scrolled through his delivery app for a minute before putting an order for some comfort food from their favorite restaurant. The tension that had been there before was eased significantly, and at Yoongi’s insistence due to his increasing need for closeness, the three of them ate dinner cuddled up on the couch again.




The next few days passed by pretty smoothly. Yoongi and Namjoon both didn’t want to be away from Hoseok for longer than a few minutes at a time, which the alpha didn’t mind at all. 


Over the course of those days, though, the omegas started acting and smelling differently. Hoseok’s nostrils flared whenever he was around them, and he wondered more than once if one or both of them were pregnant. They were also tired and would disappear into one of their rooms for a nap, sometimes together, multiple times a day. Finally Hoseok’s curiosity got the better of him, and he did a little research before buying them each a pregnancy test.


“Please.” was all he said before handing over the little boxes. “You feel different, right? It’s not just me that can sense it?”


Yoongi, whose hand rarely ever left his belly, and Namjoon, whose tits had swelled ever so slightly , both looked at him and then each other. “Well,” Namjoon started, “I have been feeling tired and nauseous.


“Me too.” Yoongi admitted with a sheepish smile, his gums visible underneath his top lip. “And I can’t stop touching my stomach.” The three brothers shared a laugh at that before turning serious again. “Joon-ah, do you want to go first?”


“Um.” Namjoon gulped and shook his head. “Yoonie-hyung can we do it together? I’m scared.”


“Of course we can.” Yoongi agreed without hesitation. They each pecked Hoseok on the cheek before walking hand in hand into the bathroom. “We’ll be back out in a minute.” Yoongi smiled reassuringly before closing the door.


Hoseok smiled back and promptly started pacing back and forth the second the door was closed. He nibbled on his lower lip nervously, wracking his brain for possible reactions for both scenarios, and he was just formulation what could be proper answers when the door opened and his brothers emerged, each holding their respective pregnancy tests. “Well?” Hoseok asked cautiously.


Yoongi sat on the edge of Hoseok’s bed, and Namjoon sat next to him. “We wanted to wait to find out together. The time is up, but we haven’t looked yet.” Yoongi bit his lip. 

Hoseok sat in between them and smiled at each of them in turn. “Then let’s find out together.” He held their free hands, and Namjoon clenched his test so hard his knuckles turned white.


“Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” He was nervous, and Hoseok scented him to try to calm him down. It worked, and Namjoon gently kissed his neck as a silent thank you.


“On the count of three?” Yoongi asked. The younger two nodded. “Alright. One, two, three.” The omegas both revealed the little displays on their pregnancy tests, and the three of them peered at them both.


“Oh my God.” Hoseok felt lightheaded. Yoongi dropped the little stick in his lap and held his tummy, and Namjoon’s jaw dropped. It took a long moment before any of them spoke again.


Surprisingly, Namjoon was the first to speak up. “W-we’re both pregnant.”


“Yeah.” Yoongi stared down at the little display in awe. “Yeah, yeah we are.”


Hoseok was on the verge of tears, while pushing down his alpha instinct to preen and scent the entire house because his omegas are pregnant and he was such a good alpha to have impregnated them both at the same time. Finally, he moved to kneel on the floor between them and said earnestly “I’m going to take the best care of you both. I promise.” There was emotion lacing his voice, as he smelled the scents of pride, happiness, and slight fear on the two omegas. “It’s going to be okay. I love you both so much, and I’m so happy.” He reassured them.


There was another short silence, and then Hoseok leaned up to kiss them both one at a time. Namjoon melted against the alpha and clung to his t-shirt, and Yoongi giggled. “Someone’s really happy,” he teased gently. “You good, Joon-ah?”


“Yeah.” Namjoon giggled and rested his head on the alpha’s shoulder, inhaling deeply before nodding. “Mhm. Jus’ happy.” He bit his lip and, in a display of strength for an omega, pulled Hoseok onto the bed so he could properly hide his face in his neck. The alpha yelped in surprise at the action but gladly indulged the omega in the cuddles he clearly needed. “So, so happy.” Yoongi, never one to pass up cuddle time with his brothers, pushed Hoseok onto his back so he could scent him too.


The alpha let them push and position him to their liking, because not only was he unlike most alphas, he was more than happy to let his omegas take what they needed from him. Right now that was cuddles, kisses, and scenting. And Hoseok loved every second, especially since their scents were already starting to change.


“Can you believe it?” Yoongi asked with a little sigh. “Seok-ah, you’re gonna be a daddy.”


It was meant to be innocent and cute. Hoseok knew that. But it made his head spin, so he kissed his older brother’s forehead to ground himself. “Yeah.” He chuckled and hugged them closer. “I certainly am.” He would have to think about why Yoongi calling him daddy affected him, but now, the omegas were leaping off the bed and playfully fighting over who would get to call their mom and tell her the news. This was a happy, exciting time, and Hoseok didn’t want to dampen that pure excitement with anything. 


Namjoon won the ‘fight’ between him and Yoongi, by using the argument that he was the youngest, and Yoongi conceded and kissed his cheek. After they told her, she screamed her congratulations at them and promptly drove over so they could all spend time planning and dreaming about the future. The ‘daddy’ word was dropped a few more times, and Hoseok crossed his legs to hide the way his dick got hard from it. His brothers’ happiness came before his own needs, even if he wasn’t sure what these new needs even were yet.


They had plenty of time to fuck, after all. And Hoseok planned on fucking them whenever possible during their pregnancies. He couldn’t wait.