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“Say daddy and I'll give it back.”
“Hyung,” Taehyung snorted as he walked past the living room, “Haven't you heard that enough? Everyone could hear you two last night, you know?”
Yoongi smirked, head tilting to the side and wetting his lips, “That wasn't just the two of us, but I'll gladly take all of the credit.”
Jungkook's face went bright red and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, lips poking out in a pout and although he didn't say anything, Yoongi stopped his laughing immediately and sighed as he handed the omega back his tablet.
“Don't give me that look,” Yoongi complained, cupping his cheeks and leaning in to press a firm kiss against Jungkook's pout, “How can alpha play with you if you're that good at looking sad, hm?”
Pretending to ignore him, Jungkook opened his tablet and went back to his drawing page.
Yoongi growled under his breath and proceeded to wrap arms around Jungkook, clinging in a way not dissimilar to how Jimin was known to, only Yoongi only did it on very rare occasions.
So when Namjoon walked in and sent him a questioning look, Yoongi did look a bit embarrassed, but the look came and passed when Jungkook tilted his head back to finally acknowledge him with a nuzzle beneath his jaw and a soft spoken, “I'm never really sad, alpha. I like playing with you too.”
Forgetting about his momentary embarrassment, Yoongi beamed and pressed a handful of kisses to Jungkook's cheek.
Chuckling, Namjoon shifted to sit down on the couch, running a hand through his damp hair and musing, “Hyung, you sure are touchy today.”
“Hyung is always clingy, he just doesn't like to seem like he needs me,” Jungkook tattled, laughing as he looked up at Namjoon, adding, “Alpha, good morning.”
Yoongi went red eared at being called out, making Namjoon laugh hard, but it faded off rather fast when Hoseok came trailing in with a deep sigh that made all of them turn to look at him concerned.
Hoseok scrunched up his face in irritation and practically hit the stair railing as he raced towards the front door, “This fucker,” he spat, “Pocketed some of the stash.”
Immediately, Namjoon was calling out a loud, “Guys!” and moving to grab his phone.
Jungkook pouted and sank into the rug when Yoongi pulled away and began to huff and puff, “Who called it in?”
“Just one of the new guys. Snitches though…” Hoseok clicked his tongue and slipped on his jacket, “Well, that's not a good thing in itself. Gonna have to get rid of both of them. After we find out how much he's taken, we can take them out.”
This was one thing Jungkook didn't like. Not the discussion of crime or anything of the sort, but going from getting all of the attention he could ask for to none in a split second was incredibly annoying.
The omega pouted incredibly hard as he shut off his tablet to watch everyone else get ready, with Seokjin coming into the living room looking confused and Taehyung jumping in from down the hall still holding his gaming headset.
“Have to go pick up a couple of pigs,” Yoongi explained, thinking deeply, forehead already furrowed together in an angry expression.
Jungkook knew that despite the look, the alpha was likely just looking for a reason to beat someone up. It had been a long, long while since they'd been in prison and they were beginning to go a bit stir crazy. The docks and back were basically all they had done. Soon they'd have the confidence to go out again, especially now that they'd been communicating with other packs and re-situating their alliances.
“Oh,” Taehyung muttered, tugging his headphones down around his neck and looking a tad too excited, “Are we gonna kill them? Should I get knives or-”
“I'm fucking pissed right now,” Hoseok growled, moving to grab a gun off the bookshelf and looking for a gun-clip, “Might take them to the forest.”
Suddenly, there was Jimin leaning over the railing on the second floor, hair wet, “The forest? Shit. What happened?”
As they began to talk, Jungkook zoned out, pouting to himself when even Seokjin - who never ignored him - stepped right around where he was laying on the floor. Now the omega was really whiny and promptly flopped face-first into the rug with a very tiny whine.
Even his whine went unnoticed and Jungkook only knew so because he peeked out of the corner of his eye to check if anyone was coming to baby him.
Rude.
“- can we bring towels this time?” Namjoon sighed as he threw a jacket to Taehyung, “Last time the car was just full of-”
Jungkook whined loud. Very loud. All high-pitched and pained, the same kind of whimper he did when he'd accidentally smashed his finger in a drawer, or when they bit him, accidentally, a bit too hard. (Although he typically loved the latter event despite the pain.)
It set off a chorus of tugged and aggravated snarls and growls, all eyes flickering to him just as Jungkook rolled over onto his back and crossed his arms over his chest all grumpily. Jungkook was throwing a complete fit and knew it; he knew he must look ridiculous laying flat on his back and pouting so hard as he accused, “Am I just invisible?”
The omega humphed and continued with his long winded complaints, “Alphas just forgot about me; forget me then, I'll just be a ghost. Since nobody cares about me, I'm just gonna sleep forever and ever and never ever say alpha again, or give kisses, or love anyone. I should just run away-”
Jungkook was caught off guard when suddenly there were knees on either side of his hips and heat all over his body. He did his best to not say a thing when plump lips were pressing wetly to his marked neck and up his jaw to pepper his cheek in kisses.
“Don't ever say those things.” Seokjin scolded from the doorway as he counted bullets, “Don't threaten us like that, sunshine. Alphas are already on edge.”
Still refusing to say anything, Jungkook felt his throat tighten up under Jimin's sloppy kisses, even more so when the alpha was meeting his eyes, hands beside his ears and looking absolutely annoyed with him.
Jimin wet his red lips, eyes narrowed, “You think that's okay to say? Huh? If you have me this angry, imagine hyungs. Look at Yoongi hyung, look-”
Jungkook felt Jimin's thumb press into his bottom lip as the alpha turned his head and forced him to look at Yoongi. The elder alpha was, well… his hand was curled so deep into the wooden fireplace mantle that there would be marks in the wood.
“- take it back, baby,” Jimin said as he turned Jungkook's head back to look at him, “Say it. Love you, alphas,” He crooned in a falsely sweet tone, sitting back on Jungkook's thighs just to begin to undo the silk button down the omega wore, “Because we fucking love you, beautiful omega. You just can't be the center of attention all the time.”
Jungkook frowned, “Yes I can.”
There was a growl that made his muscles relax, but the omega refused to say a word more as Jimin pushed his shirt open and leaned down to kiss down his collarbones, mumbling against his skin, “You're a spoiled brat.”
Jungkook huffed and moved to try and cross his arms and stifle Jimin's actions only because he could already feel warmth bubble up under his skin, but hands gripped his wrists and forced him to look backwards only to be met with Hoseok’s scold as the alpha pinned his hands down by his head.
“You think alphas don't love you, huh?” Hoseok tsked, “All because we have things to do? You want to be spoiled? Fine. We'll spoil you, babe. First, let's see how long it takes for you to cry for alphas, since you think you don't need us now.”
“I-” Jungkook felt his breath catch when Jimin latched onto the edge of his bottoms, fingers curling into the waistband teasingly, “Jin hyung-”
“You did it to yourself,” Seokjin said immediately, “You need to find other ways of getting your frustrations out than getting worked up, baby doll. Jimin is just going to help you with that. It's what you wanted, wasn't it?”
This wasn't exactly what Jungkook thought he'd been asking for, but he certainly wasn't going to say no. Not when he could feel slick beginning to pool and smell arousal all around him; Jungkook was a little addicted to being mated, having never felt that kind of love before, so he always wanted to have sex.
“I-I'm sorry,” Jungkook squeaked, biting his lip and trying to shift and lift his hips for Jimin to tug off his bottoms, but the alpha wasn't having it at all. Jimin even leaned down to nip at his stomach, scolding, “Not good enough.”
Mouth watering, Jungkook tried to squirm, but didn't really have anywhere to go, so he turned his head and tried to meet eyes with one of the others. Yoongi wasn't looking at him - fuck - he was the easiest to convince. Namjoon, no, he liked to be a little rough, likely liked to see him squirm-
“Alpha, hyungie, Tae, alpha-”
“No. No,” Hoseok clicked his tongue and threw a hand over Jungkook's mouth, sighing, “You tease us, then try to find a quick way out? Hm? We're playing fair today.” It didn't feel fair when his hands were pinned down, or that Jimin was running feather-like fingers over the front of his bottoms.
Jungkook released a heavy breath, whimpering, but it was muffled, before he was running his tongue over Hoseok's hand. He didn't expect the alpha to jerk away, but he expected much more than the alpha’s small smile and coo, as though he was incredibly cute.
“Aish, you pup,” Hoseok chided softly, moving his hand just to run fingers over Jungkook's mouth, “You want to play like that? Hm? Licking alpha's fingers? You're a puppy, baby.”
“Fuck.”
Jungkook moaned and honestly didn't know if it was because Jimin cupped his cock, or if it was due to the muffled curses or heavy alpha arousal in the air, all he knew was that Hoseok was fitting his finger between his lips and letting him go completely, yet he didn't move.
The omega instead suckled at the digit, wetly and needily, feeling spit roll down his cheek.
“Fuck. Why are you so fucking hot? Angel, this is a punishment and now I'm going to fuck you so hard,” Jimin hissed, climbing off of Jungkook to tug his pajamas down.
The omega didn't move even then, he allowed Jimin to pull his pants off and just reached up for Hoseok’s erection, hand curling around the outline of his hard cock through his jeans.
“Of course,” Seokjin laughed and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the stairway, “In the end, Jungkook gets his way, huh? Is this what you wanted, pup?”
Jungkook didn't respond to that, he opened his legs and whimpered out a shocked noise when Jimin grabbed his hips and tugged him towards him. Still laying on the ground, now the alpha was leaning down to collect his lips in a sloppy kiss, pressing his cock against the omega’s.
“As if we were going anywhere without him in the first place,” Namjoon snorted, “Spoiled brat. Fucking love our spoiled pup.”
There was a round of agreement, but it fell deaf on Jungkook's ears as the omega whined and cupped Jimin's face, nails running down the alpha’s shoulders and gently shoving him back with a soft, “Mouth.”
Jimin laughed, “Spoiled. Not even a please?”
Pout in his voice, Jungkook mumbled, “Jimin hyung is best with his mouth, please?”
“Okay, now that's a lie,” Yoongi hissed out immediately, “What the fuck Jungkook. It's definitely me.”
Jimin smirked to himself and sat back to push Jungkook’s knees open, “Guess it's a competition now.”
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung turned to Seokjin with a very quiet, whispered, “They do realize Jungkook says that to everyone, right? I mean, he said that to me like two days ago. They're just doing exactly what he wants.”
Seokjin hummed and glanced at the clock before back at the chaos, “They know. Now if you want a piece of him before we go, I suggest you get him before Joon. You know he's always too sensitive after him. Go. We have an hour before I'm wrapping him up in a blanket and putting him in the car. Hurry.”