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Namjoon is pretty sure that the barista in his favourite cafe is in fact not flirting with him. He is just going to ignore Tae and Jimin glaring holes into his back. In general, way less people flirt with him than his boyfriends seem to think, but the way they behave when it comes to him, it’s like he was beating people off with a stick before they came along – when the truth is that he had been single for over 5 years before they got together.
Which both of them knew. Because he had told them very explicitly after that scene in the library. And the other one at the bar. And that other time at a grocery store ..
It’s particularly baffling, because Namjoon knows what he looks like; he’s not really an alpha’s wet dream of an omega – too tall, too broad, too loud. He doesn’t particularly mind (most days), but the way Tae and Jimin inspect every new person close to him with suspicion, it’s like he’s been featured on every cover of Sexy Slutty Omega Weekly .
It’s flattering, sure, especially considering how extremely beautiful both of them are (and Namjoon has got a laugh out of people approaching them, Jimin instantly going cold politely stating that “ Namjoon-hyung is taken ” only to be stumped by whoever it is actually hitting on them instead), but a lot of the time it’s just annoying.
Like right now. When he’s just trying to catch up with Hobi. Who is very nice, super funny, and extremely taken with (and by) the cute beta whose picture he carries in his wallet.
And yet, judging by the displeased frowns he can catch out of the corner of his eyes ( never when he is looking, which is cute, but the way both of them believe that he doesn't have peripheral vision is...hilarious and slightly concerning. Jimin is a science major - he should know better) it's clear that no matter what he says it's not going to penetrate - Jimin and Tae remain convinced that any person Namjoon meets is one second away from ravishing him.
He'd be madder at it if they weren't so fucking adorable
"Those your boyfriends?" Hoseok says, mixing his fourth latte of the day.
"Yeah." Despite the way he's annoyed he can't help but smile, because - well they are his boyfriends ! His! Plural boyfriends! Just for him!
"They’re cute." Hosoek says with a wink, smile wide and friendly. Namjoon relaxes against the counter, because even if they haven’t known each other for long, there is just something about him that makes him comfortable, allowing him take his guard down.
"They are." Extremely cute, unbelievably sexy, otherworldly handsome and yet someone they chose him , awkward Namjoon. He ran into a door yesterday and honestly he thanks his stars every day that pop culture did him a solid and rebranded clumsy as sexy.
"Would be cuter if they stopped trying to eviscerate me with their eyes though." He looks up quickly with an apology on his lips, because he likes Hoseok, god damnit and he doesn't want him to feel bad.
"I'm so sorry about them, they – ", he tries to explain, but has to stop because – how does he explain? He knows he's not the sort of omega two alphas should be this possessive over. And yet.
Thankfully Hoseok seems amused rather than offended.
"Awww, don't worry, Joonie, it's nice that they love you so much." he says, laughing. He can't help but look down at that, blushing, because it's just...so much. Because they seem to really do love him and sometimes it’s .. .a lot.
"You are cute, too!" Hoseok continues.
He's raised his voice for some reason and then leans over the counter to ruffle his hair, now that his head is bent into grabbing range.
The way he hides his snickers behind Namjoon’s head at the twin subvocal growls sounding from the back of the coffee shop makes it clear the audible volume was intentional.
"Stop teasing them" Namjoon says, without heat, because this is ridiculous – he's explained this. It’s nice that they think he's irresistible, but he's not some helpless omega in distress to be protected by his big bad alphas.
If they want to be annoying, let them be annoyed at something worthwhile, he thinks and instead of pulling back he hides his own smirk through leaning into Hoseok’s hand, instead.
"Ohhh~ you’re bad Namjoon-ah!" Hoseok says, twinkle in his eye, but not stopping his hand’s petting.
"They deserve it." he says, with a slight giggle. There is a bit of a thrill going through him at this, something almost transgressive about being so sure of their interest in him.
"Maybe they do, but my tables definitely don't." Hoseok says, pulling his hand back and pushing the two lattes and one hot chocolate across the counter.
"Now go back to your alphas, before that small one vaults the chairs to pull you back."
"Fine." he says with a laugh.
"Can I pretend you gave me the drinks for free?" he continues, feeling playful, anticipatory, doesn't know what they'll do, but kind of turned on nonetheless. "I'll treat you next time."
"Kinky," Hoseok says, snickering but nods with a wink.
He tones his smile down from devillish to kind, raises his voice to say loud enough for the whole shop to hear: "On the house, for my favourite darling omega" with the sort of warm fondness in his voice Namjoon doesn't even have to pretend to blush at.
He can hear the clattering of several chairs and stomping of feet coming, so he can only mutter a short "thanks I'll owe you one" and hear the whispered "pressing f for you ass" before he can feel hands on his arms and ass (which really now) that pull him back.
Jimin observes the pretty barista ruffle Namjoon's hair and sees red - surely he cannot be held accountable for his actions at this point. Because not only is some other guy touching their boyfriend the way Namjoon ducks his head and blushes sweetly should be classified as a weapon.
No one could resist it, he's convinced, no matter what Namjoon always says. It just doesn't make sense for anyone to see that and not want to climb him like a tree, to pull him down and wreck him. Namjoon continues to duck his head, shy at the attention the blush framing the way his dimples pop.
When he seems to nuzzle into the hand, Jimin reaches out lightning-quick to grab Tae before he can get up, holding him back.
But he gets it, he does . Something about Namjoon - their beautiful, wonderful, confident, strong Joonie-hyung - blushing and acting shy wakes up every primal instinct in him too, makes him wild, makes him want to grab and hold and claim and possess.
He’s tried to explain it to Namjoon, to others, but the only one who really gets it, is Tae. The one person he can always count on to understand him, without explaining, without having to use the inadequate instruments that are words. Sometimes he wonders if they wolves really are soul-bonded the way Tae used to say when they were teenagers, lying on the wide grassy fields behind Tae’s house, clutching their hands together, as if afraid to lose the other if they ever let go.
They've shared everything, every experience and they've been together so long he can't even conceptualize not having him beside him. When Tae presented as an alpha shortly after him, some people expected that to be the time they parted ways, that the way Jimin was already shaping up to be a competitive, aggressive alpha would impact them.
But Jimin had always known that his territorial streak, his need to prove to everyone in the room who held the power never could and never would include Tae, their wolves slotting together as easily as their human sides had, a warm presence in the back of his mind, ready to fight with him, to love him.
When he met Namjoon for the first time at a joint company meeting and suddenly felt his wolf keening, the need to be close so intense he’d accidentally stumbled into a wall, breathing harshly, he’d been terrified. It left him off-kilter suddenly feeling incomplete for the first time in his life, since he’d found Tae, but he couldn’t even fathom letting his instincts destroy what they had, no matter how much he couldn’t suppress the ache every time he smelt the faint hint of peaches in the air.
He was ready to forget, ready to put it behind him no matter how seeing the other man smile shyly took his breath away. He started avoiding him, making sure that there would be someone else to liaison with him, trying to ignore the way he could sometimes see Namjoon’s smile dim when he hastily found a reason to leave the room.
But as always Tae understood him, knew him so well, that he couldn’t hide the confusion, the senseless yearning for long. He made Jimin take him with him to one of Namjoon’s readings and he would never forget how he felt when they stood in the back, somewhat hidden behind bookshelves, Tae clutching his hand so hard it hurt breathing out he’s beautiful over the sound of Namjoon weaving words together like a song.
In the end, he shouldn’t have been surprised that they both fell for Namjoon, but he still can't believe that Namjoon wanted both of them back .
He knows they are lucky, knows that Tae knows, which is the only thing that is keeping him in his seat, that makes Tae barely strain against his hold on him. Because their love, their desire for Namjoon is a consuming thing sometimes, huge and overwhelming
It’s never bothered them, this intensity – they’d been this way with each other from the start, nobody ever daring to go between them. So when Jimin had heard Tae growl at someone for the first time, for helping Namjoon into his jacket, he had felt such a fondness, such happiness about the way he and Tae just fit, he had barely noticed his own warning noise.
But they also both know - often Tae even better than him – that they can be a lot. That any day now Namjoon could wake up between them, too hot and feeling restricted between them and decide that they are too much – work, commitment, intensity.
So they hold back, let him have his space when he needs it, listen to his music, his poetry and the way he seems to feel a loneliness none of their closeness or love can – and maybe should – cure. Try to love him as best as they can anyway. Watch him smile and stutter and love them and just feel grateful.
All of that is so hard to remember in this moment though, when someone else – someone Namjoon is fond of, who he smiles at so much - is touching him, is spreading his scent all over him, making him itch to lay their own claim on him, so it’s clear who he belongs to.
He lays his hand on the table and presses it flat, but where he clutches Tae's hand he can smell the faint smell of blood where his nails sharpen and bite into his skin.
They can only sit here and watch , wondering what is making Namjoon smile, why he is lingering when they are right there.
The powerlessness of not being able to snarl at everyone here gawking , at not being able to rip off the hand still touching his omega gnaws at him, eroding his polite edges bit by bit.
When he hears the barista call Namjoon, “darling” however he is out of his seat in a second, the only thing he can pay attention to is the smirk on his face as he says it, how Namjoon smiles at it, instead of wiping it off with a claw.
He doesn't care that he and Tae push over several chairs on their synchronized march to their boyfriend, the other man can be happy that's not his face.
Tae swears he was only planning to grab Namjoon's arm to pull him away . Even if the barista doesn't have any interest in Namjoon (which, wow the lack of taste) the way he's been pulling him into orbit, making him lean forward to listen has been making his teeth grind for a while.
Only when he's arrived for some reason just grabbing him, moving him close isn’t enough, not a sufficient declaration, not enough of a statement of intent, something everyone in the shop would be able to understand, to see their claim, considering the marks on Namjoon's neck have faded again
(Tae dreams sometimes of the day when Namjoon will let them make it permanent, frantically mouthing over the spot when he’s fucking him so he doesn’t ask when Namjoon is pliant and vulnerable and ready to give them everything . He knows that’s not what you do, that’s not how you show you love someone, taking advantage like that, but it’s hard to remember in moments like these, why they have to wait, when every time he sees his smooth unmarked neck his wolf rumbles in agitation.)
He's worried for a second when he feels Namjoon tense at his touch, worried he's overstepped, been too much, but he relaxes when he feels Jimin's small fingertips touching his, where he's splayed them over the other ass cheek - he trusts Jimin's judgement, always.
They pull Namjoon back, settling him slightly behind them and he relaxes for the first time since he saw Namjoon bend over to lean on the counter.
He knows that it wasn't on purpose the way it displayed his ass to the whole room, but he lets himself squeeze his hand more obviously. Just in case.
Jimin says "That's really kind of you, but we've promised him we'd treat him today!" in his over the top cheerful way, that is at odds with the feral light in his eyes and the way his smile is more of a baring of teeth.
He decides to bare his own teeth along with him and enjoys the tiny flinch it provokes on the face of ‘Please-Call-Me-Hobi 😄’, as his name card proudly proclaims.
Tae grabs the drinks, watches Jimin overtip a ridiculous amount, an aggressive dominant display that doesn’t go unnoticed by Hobi, judging by the raised eyebrow and amused smirk. Tae doesn’t care – it gives him a warm glow, him that they are providing , that Namjoon doesn't need anyone else to satisfy him. Combined with the way they are throwing their scent out like crazy, blanketing their immediate area and most importantly Namjoon, he's almost calm again
He settles his hand higher, moving them into the direction of their table – until he hears Namjoon let out a little annoyed huff at the display - something he has previously called 'unnecessary’ and ‘an archaic display’ and say archly "It was a really nice gesture though, Hobi, so maybe next time!"
He sees Jimin still in front of them, and he can feel the same stillness in himself when he carefully puts down the two coffees on the next table. The omega couple standing in line behind them startle when he pulls up his best cheery smile, points and says: "For you guys!"
Everyone who told him he's a great actor must have been right (or the way he can feel his pheromones pumping out is intimidating), because they accept the coffees with a quiet thanks, which leaves his hands free to grab Namjoon's arm again, tight this time. He can feel a resistance when he pulls him away from the entrance, away from their table, which only leads him to squeeze even tighter, his wolf not appreciating the resistance.
But Jimin is working with him, moving in the same direction so it's a barely-there pressure when compared with the storm raging inside him.
Namjoon looks actually startled for the first time, swivelling his head between them in concern.
“Hey, guys what’s going on?” he asks quietly, the slightest signs of distress in his tone. Normally he would be apologetic, but right now he can’t , can’t even trust himself to open his mouth, in case a feral snarl comes out instead of words.
He scares himself sometimes with the way he feels about Namjoon, because he's never felt anything like it. He's always been friendly, always had friends , whom he loved and cherished, but he's never had a problem with them moving on, moving to someone else
The only person towards whom he’s ever felt something even approaching this all-consuming feeling raging inside him is Jimin, but with Jimin it's different . He met Jimin, small and timid-seeming, in high school and something clicked , something inside of him settled. A steady presence, someone he loved , someone who was his , irrevocably. When Jimin presented as an alpha it just made sense for him to do the same, to be the same – sometimes it feels like they aren’t even two people, but instead two halves of some grand whole.
He loves Namjoon, but he also wants to possess him. It's unfair maybe, this discrepancy in his feelings, even though Namjoon has never given him any reason to doubt him. He's not flighty, he's open with his feelings, he is responsive and kind and loyal and loving, and yet he sees him walking around without their teeth marks on his skin and it makes him want to scream .
He's a bit confused and a lot turned on when he gets summarily dragged into the tiny bathroom in the back of the coffee shop, but what he mostly is, is extremely embarrassed, because they are being so obvious and, god, his face is on fire.
He winces a bit when they actually slam him against the closed door, crowding into his space. It always surprises him how they manage – both of them are shorter than him, Jimin significantly so, and yet right now he is reminded that they are always taller than him, as long as Namjoon is on his knees.
He slightly regrets the way he pushed their buttons at the end there, now that he is alone with them and they look actually angry – sure he was horny and annoyed and if they want to be that sort of caveman possessive over him talking to people he should have at least fun with it.
But the look in Jimin's eyes seems lethal, his teeth still bared and with his height uncomfortably close to his jugular. But what is worse is the thought that might be it. Him trying to push is what is going to ruin this for him – too confident, deluding himself into thinking their interest is unshakable and now they are going to break it off with him in a tiny bathroom with a broken soap dispenser.
He's opening his mouth to apologize, trying to think of something to make them change their minds, when Jimin's small hand finds their way into his hair and yanks.
"You fucking brat." he growls, voice an octave deeper and all in his throat – the way it gets when he's gone with desire,
Before he can get his bearings, try to figure out what that means, Tae attaches his mouth to his now-bared neck and bites.
He winces in pain, but the arousal from before comes rushing back in as well, because he can feel them crowding their hard-ons against him from both sides now.
He groans behind gritted teeth, because despite it being two months of dating it still doesn't quite...compute. The way they seem to feel about him. That he does something to them with nothing more than a conversation with a hot guy and a roll of the eye.
Jimin's mouth attaches itself to the spot behind his ear and sucks , while Tae is methodically moving down his throat, teeth shying just short of drawing blood and the way his enjoyment of it all is clearly just secondary to their need to mark him, shoots through him like liquid fire.
His hands are trapped between his body and theirs so he can't cover his mouth like he wants to, to keep the noises in, but he continues to clamp his teeth shut the best he can – he knows it's futile, anyone seeing him when he goes out is going to know what happened, but he can't help himself.
It's stupid on another level too. He knows from experience that every time he tries to hide or muffle noises it does something to Jimin that makes him go mean.
"None of that, babe." he says sweetly, while his hand brutally clamps onto his jaw, forcing his mouth open.
"You think they won't know what is happening in here, if they can't hear you?" Tae says idly. It's the tone of voice that makes him think of less of a wolf and more of a tiger, a knife wrapped in velvet "Won't know who you belong to if you can keep your pretty mouth shut?"
He tries to deny it, he's not stupid, of course he knows , but he can't move his head even an inch, Jimin's hand immovable, can't form words with his head held still, his mouth held open and it makes him let out an aborted moan, loud in the tiny space of the bathroom for the single second he can't suppress it.
He can imagine the twin smirks on their lips and he tries not to get turned on by it all, by the casual manhandling, the violence of them moving, holding him the way they like, the only thing in their mind the need to assert their control – but it’s not happening.
In his more lucid moments he has the time to wonder, that he enjoys it so much, the way they are with him. He never used to be like it with his previous partners or hook-ups – he was more likely to pull on his shirt and get out at the slightest hint of alpha-machismo. But it’s different with them, since the first moment. He thinks it’s because normally they are so sweet to him, they really seem to adore him, even though it makes no sense. So instead of feeling threatened by it, feeling weak and dirty and small – ok well it makes him feel like that, but in the good way. The best way, where he can have these two gorgeous alphas all over himself, focussed on him and he doesn’t have to focus on anything but being good for them. Being theirs.
So right now, instead of wanting to fight this, he can’t think of anything but his blood rushing through him, the almost floaty feeling of being held still, the need for more. He tries moving out of Jimin’s hold and can’t stop his dick twitching at the way he can't move an inch.
He’s panting, can hear himself trying to trap the whine in his throat with every exhale, until Jimin's hand gets replaced by Tae's much larger one, which instead of keeping his mouth pried open, clamps it shut, letting him only breathe through his nose, head still held immobile between the two men.
Jimin lets out a surprised noise.
"I want everyone to know that he belongs to us, but I also don't want anyone to hear how pretty he sounds," Tae says with a fake pout, speaking over him. He's moved closer again, rubbing his hips idly against the upper thigh of Namjoon’s right side, purposely missing his erection.
"You make a good point there, Tae." Jimin says, calmly, though he is belied by the way every word is still strung through with a growl. "Maybe we've marked him up enough?" Jimin’s now free hand moves downward and presses with his thumb just above Namjoon’s hipbone. He tries to escape, because it hurts , but he just finds Tae's unmoving body instead. It makes the part inside himself that just wants to be used , to be taken roll over and want to beg.
"I don't think he smells enough like us, yet." Tae says with a glint in his eyes. "If he thinks he can just flaunt himself like that, I want him to reek. " He can feel Jimin shudder at Tae's words, how he presses the thumb deeper and his hips closer to get some friction.
His own whine at the way they are talking about him this way, about marking, owning him gets trapped behind Tae's hand, gets ignored the way his painful erection has been ignored the whole time. If they weren't holding him up he would have already sunk to the floor.
"Should we fuck him?" Tae asks with an airy voice, tone unaffected, as if Namjoon can't feel his scent spike at his own suggestion, the way his dick seems to swell more against him. He whines again, because even though he knows it's the worst idea, since they are in a public bathroom at the coffee shop his friend works at, he wants.
It earns him another hard tug on his hair. "I don't think he deserves it." Tae smirks at that and it tells him that they are doing their weird telepathy thing, that Tae already knows what Jimin has planned while he is trying his hardest not to give into the inexorable pull of their bodies against him, their scents on him, leather and spice, with the slightest sweet undertones of strawberries. Trying not to beg.
“So what should we do instead?” Tae asks, but he doesn’t really ask , already knows and is excited about hearing it, his scent full and warm, about having Jimin say it aloud and speak it into existence.
And even though he can't read their minds, is already halfway out of his, he is already whining, tearing up when he hears "Little bratty omegas don't get to come, but pretty omegas like this one deserve to have their alpha’s come all over them." fall from Jimin’s full lips
"...their alpha’s come all over them." the words come out of his mouth and he can't help the feeling that rushes through him, the way he almost feels overwhelmed with want , the savage animal inside him howling in delight at the mere thought.
It's huge and ugly, this burning need to possess Namjoon, this beautiful, kind omega in front of him. In quiet moments it scares him – scares both of them – how intense that feeling is, this need to clutch and scratch and burrow into his skin so that he can never escape them.
He has never known how all-consuming his desire could become until the first time they got Namjoon in their bed, bare and laid out, all for them, like a delicious feast and he was suddenly consumed by the need to sink his claws in his glowing skin, mark him, sink his scent into his bones.
Normally he can control this, the vicious beast howling inside him to claim and mark and fill the bitch in front of him with his come, until he doesn't even smell like anything else but them. He has to, because he’s terrified of scaring Namjoon away – who is so strong, so fiercely independent, something they both admire in him, the way he always gets back up, no matter what is trying to drag him down.
He doesn’t want to show him the extent of these feelings. Even though Namjoon had confessed to them deep in the night, curled into the sheets that smelled like them , that he doesn't mind so much, when it comes to them, that it even feels nice to know how much they want him. But he’d said it haltingly, unsure and skittish with his feelings that seemed new to him, only sharing them because Tae had been close to tears at the scratch marks he’d left.
The brutal, vicious, animalistic truth of the matter is that they love his mind, his spark and wittiness, his kindness, his bratty comebacks, and yet the parts of them that is the wolf , wants to see this beautiful, strong omega mindless with pleasure, wrecked, covered in their marks, in their scents, broken down and begging at their feet to be filled and bred.
(He knows it’s a cop-out, blaming it on a shapeless ‘wolf’, as if it’s separate, as if this base violence, this desire to possess isn’t also him , but he can’t help it, he’s weak and fragile and he needs something to differentiate himself from this tide of emotions and instincts that is threatening to sweep him away. )
Rational Jimin would keep this truth away from him, control the urge, at least for a little longer, until they have managed to insert themselves into his life, his heart enough that maybe he won’t leave them for this ugliness inside them. However, rational Jimin is a Jimin that didn't have to just watch another alpha touch their omega, so close to their ruts. This Jimin feels very, very out of control, can only faintly hear the human voice shouting for him to calm down over the roaring in his ears.
This Jimin can only press his finger brutally into his boyfriend's skin again, and groan at the dark satisfaction of pulling up another bruise, delighting at the way Namjoon tries to move away from the pressure, but can’t , purr at how he can tell this fact made his dick twitch.
He looks over at Tae again, his Tae and sees the same boundless, joyful madness reflected in his eyes, sees him grinning wildly as he sinks his teeth into Namjoon's neck again and clamps the hand across Namjoon's mouth harder, digging finger shaped bruises into his cheeks, using his other to free his hard, purple dick.
Jimin smiles at that leaning across Namjoon and capturing Tae’s mouth in a kiss, all tongue and desperation and wild happiness, because whatever this madness is that has caught hold of him, he's not in it alone. Tae is right there with him, riding the high of letting loose everything he’s wanted to do since he first laid eyes on Namjoon. He gentles the kiss while roughly pulling Namjoon's shirt up so that his stomach is exposed.
Tae makes a little whining noise in his throat, breaking the kiss, before panting, "Pull it up higher Jimin, wanna see his tits." The noise Namjoon lets out of that is indescribable and it makes Jimin look at his face, something he realizes he's been reluctant to do.
His wolf might have been delighted to see fear in his eyes, to have proof that he knows who is stronger, who is in control , but Jimin – it would have broken his heart.
But instead of fear what he sees in Namjoon's eyes is a different sort of familiar expression instead.
His eyes are opened wide, unshed tears in them, but overpowering all is wild, ferocious, desperate desire. He looks gone with it, out of his mind – the same madness he found in Tae’s eyes, that he can feel in himself. Now that he's paying attention he can feel the way he's trying to move his head forwards – towards them, instead of away.
He can't help but rut his hips forward at that , once, twice, moving Namjoon's naked stomach against Tae's dick and drinks in the resulting groans from both of them.
He tugs Namjoon's head down at an angle, sharply, in a way that must be painful and feels Namjoon sag down with it, whine high in his throat.
He pulls until Namjoon's ear is right next to his mouth to whisper, "Does that turn you on, Namjoonie-hyung? Tae rutting against your tits until he comes all over you, right here in a public bathroom?"
He can feel Namjoon shiver against him, a tremor moving through his whole body.
It makes his mouth curl up, mean satisfaction lighting him up from the inside out. "You are so filthy " he says with delight, moving so he can watch Namjoon's face, which is slack, eyes completely glazed over.
"You want us to rub our come into you?", he says disbelief in his voice, because it can’t be true, he can’t be this perfect, but then he feels the tiniest nod against his hand and it moves through him like thunder that maybe, maybe –
He already sees Tae moving the hand over his mouth move away, when he says "Then beg us for it, babe.” feeling he’s shaking, feeling close to crying with wonder at the slightest chance that this love isn’t hopeless after all.
Tae has only moved his hand away the tiniest bit, but he can already hear it – Namjoon mumbling, rambling, almost absentmindedly, his eyes still wide and focussed on Jimin’s face. But with how close he is, he can make out the words immediately and they make him groan, because –
“He already is.” he looks over at Jimin and sees his own astonishment mirrored back, “Listen to him.” he breathes, drinking in the litany of ‘please, please, please’ pouring out of Namjoon’s mouth, small and desperate and entirely theirs.
“The things you do to us.” Jimin says, muffling Namjoon’s desperate pleas - for them, only for them – with his mouth and tongue, biting and possessing. This image is what gets Tae moving again, because he needs to move, needs to come . He grabs Namjoon’s shirt and for a second contemplates whether they should detach enough to fully take it off.
In the end he just shoves it up as far as it can go, lodging it under his armpits - he wants Namjoon filthy, their come all over him and his clothes, no way for him to hide any of it.
He wants him to carry their scent all the way home, keeping him hard and wanting. Finally Namjoon’s chest is exposed and god does he love it, immediately attaching his mouth to the little brown nipples.
“Careful,” Jimin pants above him, “We don’t want him to come yet, remember.” Namjoon lets out a pitiful whine at that, thrusting his hips forward desperately. Tae moves away before he can get any worthwhile friction out of the way he shifted slightly closer before. He bites the dark nub under him in retaliation, rides out the wonderful, indescribably high the loud whine gives him.
“I can’t believe you, hyungie, trying to come before you’ve earned it,” he says, muffled by how he’s buried in his chest, leaving behind little stinging bites between each word, dick twitching at the way a dark mark blooms after each one. “Hey Jiminie,” he says, feeling each word form in his mouth feeling like wine, tasting delectable , “maybe we shouldn’t let him come at all.”
He looks up and oh , he knew this would be sweet, but he didn’t know how much – because Namjoon’s eyes have widened, and he looks stricken , tears flowing out of his eyes, shaking his head back and forth.
“No, no, no, no, no, please, please Taehyungie, please I’ll - I’ll be good, but please ?” he says and Tae can’t look away, can’t even move , because he thinks he might come immediately, and he at least wants to get his dick on that mole before that.
It’s not even just the way Namjoon looks – wrecked and gone even though they’ve barely done anything. It’s also not just the inherent mind-blowingly hot sound of Namjoon begging – though he can tell that that’s definitely what gets Jimin to finally snap, ripping open his pants so fast Tae can hear the button pop off and roll somewhere into the corner of the bathroom.
No, it’s the fact that right now, right here, they are the ones to decide this. They get to say when and how and if he gets to come. It’s in the way that right now, at this moment, he’s theirs to do with as they please and Namjoon is just letting them, no questions asked. It makes his inside shake, though his hands are steady where he cradles Namjoon’s pretty face, wiping away the tears.
It’s what soothes the beast inside him enough to be gentle when he moves in to kiss him chastely on the mouth. It’s also what makes him bite down hard , letting the metallic taste on his tongue mix with the pained moan Namjoon lets out, uncaring about the loudness of it.
“You want it, sweetheart?” he asks, widening his eyes knows it makes him look young, innocent . Namjoon lets out the tiniest nod, perking up at his smile, groaning at the way Jimin’s hands ghost over his chest, rub his belly, so close to where he needs it. Tae moves his body, half closing his eyes at the feel of his dick gliding over that soft stomach, starting to rut against it.
“Well, you can’t have it yet, hyung.” Tae says kindly against his lips, intimate, laughing, drunk on the power of it all, of rutting the way he wants to, needs to, against his pretty, pretty omega.
“He’s right.” Jimin says, grabbing Namjoon’s hips and forcing him down , knees bent and him unstable, the only thing holding him up their hands and the door behind him. It makes Tae’s dick move up so the tip is right between his pecs when he thrusts up. He can tell Namjoon felt it by the way he twitches, by his deep throated groan, his aborted thrusts against nothing.
“So just be still, be pretty and let us mark you like the good, slutty bitch you are.” Jimin continues, words laboured and using his free hand to smear the top of his dick all over every part of Namjoon’s skin he can reach, jerking slowly, eyes only on his face.
Just like him, both of them watching, waiting , tasting the tension in the air, the way the moment is on the verge of shifting – or shattering.
The decision is ultimately made by Namjoon – as always where the power truly lies in the end, the truth of it inexorable and addicting.
Namjoon who closes his eyes on a fresh wave of tears and sags back on a pitiful whimper, all the tension leaving him at once, falling fully into their hold.
It almost makes them lose their precarious balance with the way he suddenly just drops , holding up none of his weight at all. Thankfully Jimin still had him by the hips, so he can control the way he falls onto his knees.
It leaves Namjoon half collapsed on his own legs, leaning back at the door – and leaving his hands free for the first time since they entered the bathroom. But instead of grabbing for anything – his dick, their dicks, his phone – they drop with him, open and relaxed, palm upwards.
He and Jimin are frozen, looking down at him, sitting there, relaxed, trusting, waiting for his alphas to take him, to claim him, the knowledge sinking into his bones like a drug – until he lets out another pitiful whine, opening his mouth.
"Oh, baby," he breathes out, in awe and feels Jimin clutch his hand for a second, before he completes the thought " beautiful. "
It breaks their frozen stillness, the way it felt almost painful to breathe in the face of such grace, almost sacrilegious, an offense against their deity. Now they move desperate, a franticness crackling under his skin, suddenly so very, very close to the edge, moving in tandem.
Jimin gently moves Namjoon's head to his side, says "Can you open your mouth a bit wider darling, there we go." and slowly feeds him his dick.
Tae watches for a bit, mesmerized, how Jimin lays only the tip on Namjoon’s tongue, slowly and methodically jerking himself off over him, hand braced against the wall.
Then he drops to his knees as well, carefully crowding against Namjoon's side again, so he doesn't jostle him and disturb Jimin’s pace.
He grabs his dick and shoves it under Namjoon's right pec, groaning low at the slight give, at how soft it is, at the way Namjoon hiccups every time one of his thrusts catches on a nipple.
He can tell Jimin is close to coming when Namjoon becomes restless again, trying to get Jimin to give him more to have him thrust deeper . To feed him more than just the hint of precome on his tongue. It makes Tae move faster, to see Namjoon so desperate for Jimin's dick down his throat, for his taste.
It spurs Jimin on, too, because he growls, deep in his chest, grabbing Namjoon's jaw tight again.
"Don't whine, baby" he rumbles, hand moving faster now, back tensing up "just take it like a good boy- " his voice breaks off at that, at the way Namjoon tries to move closer again, needy and clumsy with it.
Tae is close, can feel it moving through him like a tide. He grabs Namjoon's hand where it is still laying by his side uselessly, frantically twitching and wraps it around his dick.
He comes like that, thrusting into Namjoon's hand, shooting his come all over his chest.
He keeps riding it out, watching where he ruts his dick into Namjoon's big hand, where it drips down his tits, until he's twitching with oversensitivity.
When he looks up he sees both Namjoon and Jimin looking down at him - Jimin just laying on Namjoon's tongue, twitching slightly.
"Oh, Namjoonie-hyung, you are so pretty like that." Tae says, his voice coming out cracked, can't help himself, satisfied but still so turned on, desire crackling under his skin at the way his come is dripping down, at how Namjoon seems to glow with the praise.
He moves his head closer, so that he's right next to where Namjoon is holding himself open for Jimin, can feel him trembling with how he wants to move closer , how he wants to fuck himself onto the hard length in front of him.
"Jiminie he looks so pretty." he looks up at him, "You need to come, please,” he says, desperate somehow. His hand is already back on Namjoon's chest rubbing in his own come, but he suddenly needs Jimin's to come too, for their scent to mix on him, for Namjoon to be covered with them.
So he closes the last distance and places a soft, loving kiss on where Jimin's tip is cradled on the plush of Namjoon's tongue, wanting to taste them together, wanting to hear the way Namjoon's been whining non-stop, feel the hitch in his breath.
"Please Jiminie," he says again, looking up through his lashes to where Jimin is standing above them, powerful and beautiful like a painting of an ancient hero.
"He's gonna look even prettier with your come in his mouth, painting his face," another kiss, this one open-mouthed, his tongue swiping over his length, "I wanna see it, please give it to me Jiminie."
"Once you come on him, we can take him home," he says, locking eyes with Jimin above him, "We'll take him home, past all those people in the shop, past him , past all the people we'll pass on the street and he'll smell like us , he'll smell like ours ."
Jimin's hand has stopped moving by now, just holding himself, even Namjoon has stopped trembling, both spell-bound by his words.
"And when we get home." he says, having to swallow through a suddenly dry throat, "we'll knot him."
"We'll knot him and make him come on our knots, over and over again," he says, his lips so close every movement brushes Jimin's dick "until he can't anymore, until he’s spent and overwhelmed with it. Until he can only remember our names and how good we've made him feel and he'll smell like us inside and out."
He turns his head slightly, still connected to Jimin by his lips on his dick, by the hand that has found its way into his hair, petting and clenching.
"You want that, right baby" he asks suddenly desperate, to hear ,"our pretty, our perfect omega, our Namjoonie-hyung, you wanna be ours, right?"
Namjoon's eyes widen further and suddenly his hands that were lying docilely next to him are up, grasping at where he can reach them, frantically, clutching Tae's side and Jimin's leg.
" Oh pwease," he breathes out, muffled against the dick still in his mouth, "pwease, yes ."
He can feel the twitch against his lips before he hears Jimin letting out another subvocal moan and coming - into Namjoon's mouth, on his tongue, all over his face.
He comes so much it's dripping down, half-knot visible between Jimin's clenched fingers.
Namjoon is shaking now, fully leaning against Tae. Tae leans back to admire him, covered in their come, the way he's already smeared it all over his upper body, in the dark hairs above his waistband, now this new load starting to pool a bit in his clavicle and feels a deep satisfaction.
When he's sure that Jimin has watched his fill by the way he collapses down, trying to calm his breathing on Namjoon’s shoulder, he moves forward for a deep mouthed kiss, tasting JiminandNamjoon and wishes he could purr.
He breaks the kiss when he feels Jimin whining and pushing at him, trying to reach him too.
They trade off slow kisses, cuddled together, both of them absently sweeping their hands over Namjoon's exposed skin, smearing their come all over him, massaging into his skin, gently kissing the bruises and bites they left behind.
Namjoon slowly starts kissing them back, asserting some control, the whines tapering off. Tae can tell when he's fully back when them, when he bites his lip hard.
"Ouch!" he says quietly, pouting, but he has to laugh at the offended look that greets him.
"Don't fucking ouch me," Namjoon hisses, voice cracking into his normal low register, "I cannot believe you!"
Jimin collapses in giggles against his side, hiding his face in the crock of his neck - and conveniently smearing another dollop of come further into his skin.
Tae mouths nice at him, before he turns back to Namjoon with a contrite look on his face.
"Sorry, hyung." he says
"Yeah, sorry hyung." Jimin echoes, still giggling slightly.
"You are fucking menaces ," Namjoon says, "How the hell am I supposed to get home now?"
"Like that." Tae says immediately, Jimin saying it at the exact same time. Namjoon raises an eyebrow.
He's still giddy, but he can see the familiar trepidation entering Jimin's eyes, the way he pulls back, evaluates - lets the fear in again. Tae doesn't like it, doesn't like to see it - and especially doesn't like how it infects him as well.
How he can't help thinking that while Namjoon was clearly into it, while it was going on – that this could finally be it. The moment Namjoon realises how all-consuming, how fucked up their desire for him is and walks away.
"Unless you don't want to."Jimin says, careful and stilted the way fear makes him.
It hurts to hear and while he keeps his eyes, his attention on Namjoon when he reaches out a hand, Jimin's meets him half-way.
"Don't want to what?" Namjoon says annoyed, "Have a walk of shame throughout our entire neighbourhood?"
"Go home." Jimin says. "With us." Tae continues.
That finally makes Namjoon look up, sharp eyes on their faces, calculating, how he can sometimes be, in a way that always makes Tae feel a bit intimidated and turned on.
He looks and Tae is worried, worried , Jimin's small hand squeezing so hard it's cutting off his circulation
Until he finally....sighs.
"Come here you two." he says tone begrudging, but he still opens his arms wide, still smiles down at them when they crash into him, into each other, dimples on display.
"I'll always want to go home with you." he says and it sounds like a promise.