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“Call me if anything happens, anything at all. He’s so close to his due date that I just hate leaving like this,” Seokjin says, biting his lip between his teeth. “But it just can’t be helped. I need to go into the office for at least a little bit today, or I can kiss this new deal down the drain.”

“It’s really fine, hyung, I promise I’ll take good care of Jiminie. And I’ll call if anything happens,” Taehyung tries to put a reassuring smile on his face. Poor Jin hyung looks so stressed.

“There’s a bag packed for the hospital beside the door. I’ll have my phone on me all day with the ringer turned up. He’s been having a lot of pain in his lower back and belly lately, so I usually give him a massage in the afternoon, you can do that if he’s hurting. You know the code for the door, right?”

“He has since we moved in, yeobo!” Jimin says as he walks in from the kitchen, exasperated. “And quit talking about me like I’m not here. I’m having a baby, remember? Not becoming one? Pretty sure I can remember the hospital bag that I packed myself.” Jimin rolls his eyes, but walks over to Seokjin and kisses him on the cheek.

Seokjin sighs. “I’m just worried. I’m not used to being away from my beautiful omega who's glowing and gorgeous and about to burst with our pretty pup.” He rubs Jimin’s belly tenderly. 

Jimin hugs him tight. “I’ll miss you too, hyung. But I promise I’ll be fine with Taehyungie. He’s always taken great care of me, ever since we were pups ourselves.”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically. “I’d never let anything happen to Jimin-ah. You can put your faith in me, sir!” He brings his hand to his brow in a salute. 

“At ease, soldier,” Seokjin laughs, saluting back. He looks at the clock. “Alright, alright, I’ll go. Just one day! One day and then I’m home with you until our pup joins us.” 

“Just one day, Alpha. So make it a good one and think of me often,” Jimin says with a wink. 

“You know I will.” Seokjin takes Jimin’s hand, kissing it, before sweeping out the door. 

The door closes and Jimin sighs. 

“You guys are really too cute together, Jimin-ah. How’d you find such a great alpha?” Taehyung asks, flopping on the couch. 

Jimin sits down beside him, leaning back to allow space for his belly. “I don’t know, Tae. I really couldn't ask for better.”

“Here, lay down, I’ll massage your feet,” Taehyung says, hoisting Jimin’s feet onto his lap. 

“Oh, would you? You’re the best, Tae.” Jimin gingerly lays down on the seat cushions of the couch, his hands folded over his belly. 

“Anything for my Jiminie,” Taehyung sing-songs, his thumbs starting to work into the arches of Jimin’s feet.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Jimin moans, his head rolling back. “Seriously though, thanks so much for keeping me company today. Jin was so stressed out about the deal and I knew I had to get him to go into the office but he didn’t want to leave me alone. But he trusts you, so when I suggested you stay with me, he was finally willing.”

“Probably helps that I’m a beta,” Taehyung says with a shrug. 

“Yeah, true. My pheromones have been so out of whack since I started my third trimester that it’s hard for Namjoon hyung and Hoseok hyung to be around me. I guess I smell like a churro chip factory exploded,” Jimin says with a laugh. 

I think you smell amazing, Taehyung thinks, breathing deeply. Jimin’s sweet, cinnamon-vanilla scent is stronger than usual, milkier but also with a musky sort of aftertaste that just makes everything seem deeper. Heavy. It somehow lingers on his tongue. 

“I suppose it’s not as intense for me. But I think you smell… really nice. Milky.”

“Ugh, don’t talk to me about milk. My chest has been hurting for days. And every once in a while I’ll just randomly leak through my shirt. Usually just a little spot, but still,” Jimin looks down at his chest. “Look! It’s happened already and I didn’t even notice. It’s so embarrassing.”

Taehyung looks down at Jimin’s chest, and he wouldn’t describe what he finds as embarrassing. Jimin’s white tank top is pulled tight against his swollen pecs, his nipples clearly puffier than usual under his shirt. And around his left nipple is a wet circle where he’s leaked milk. 

Taehyung’s mouth waters, but he puts his attention back wholeheartedly into massaging Jimin’s feet. 

“Ah, fuck, Taehyung-ah, that’s so good.” 

Taehyung squeezes up Jimin’s ankles and calves, which seem a bit more swollen than usual. 

“Fuck, being pregnant is really a trip, y’know? I’m sore everywhere. Even my ribs are sore.”

“Do you want me to massage your back? You can show me what Jin hyung usually does,” Taehyung asks. 

“Oh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” Jimin looks up at Taehyung, his cheeks just a little flushed. “Can you help me up? It’s so embarrassing, asking for help. But it’s even more embarrassing to struggle. I'm like a turtle stuck on its shell.”

“You’d make a very cute turtle, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung says gently, getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around Jimin to help him to sit up, then stand. 

“Thanks Tae, love of my life, life-saver, soulmate.” Jimin looks at him, his eyes sparkling and deep with gratitude. 

“Always,” Taehyung says with a smile. 

“I usually get massaged on that chair. I straddle it so I can rest my belly on the back.” Taehyung grabs the chair and drags it closer to Jimin, then grabs another chair for himself to sit behind. 

Jimin awkwardly waddles and squats over the chair, one hand on his stretched belly as he lowers himself down. “God, I’m so glad I studied ballet for ten years so that I could grande plie my way onto a kitchen chair,” the sarcasm drips off the words. “I am really flexible now though. Somehow being pregnant gave me my straddle splits back.”

Taehyung short circuits for a second with the visual of Jimin, perfectly pregnant and glowing, in a full split with long legs spread out on either side of him. 

“I really don’t wanna know how you found that out,” Taehyung says hurriedly.

“Well, me and Jin-”

Taehyung pokes a finger at Jimin threateningly. “Don’t finish that sentence, Jimin-ah!”

“-went to prenatal yoga together! Geez, get your head out of the gutter, Tae Tae!” Jimin giggles. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but internally sighs. 

He could have taken Jimin to prenatal yoga. (And seen his straddle split.)

Taehyung sits down and puts his hands on Jimin’s shoulders. “So how does Jin-hyung usually do this?”

“He starts with my shoulders, then works his way down my back. My lower back gets really tight. And then he usually does my belly. You have to be more gentle there, but it feels nice anyways.”

Jimin pulls off his shirt. 

Taehyung blinks, unsure why he expected Jimin to stay clothed. 

The milkiness of Jimin’s scent intensifies, now fully exposed to the air, and Taehyung catches himself with his mouth hung open. 

Jimin holds up some massage oil. 

“It’s cocoa butter oil, it helps with the stretch marks.” Jimin looks over his shoulder cheekily and pumps his eyebrows twice. “And it’s edible.”

Taehyung swallows. “Pervert,” he says jokingly. Like friends do. 

Jimin giggles again and turns back around. 

Taehyung squeezes oil into his palm and looks at the naked expanse of Jimin’s back. Still muscular, still tiny despite being 39 and a half weeks pregnant. He moves his hands back to Jimin’s shoulders and starts to make smooth circles, pushing the muscles gently, helped by the slide of the oil.

Jimin moans. 

Taehyung doesn’t know how he’ll survive this. 

He moves up to his neck, more out of curiosity than anything, and inspects the mating mark that lies over Jimin’s scent gland. Two halves of a circle from Jin’s teeth. It’s healed, just an old scar now. He pushes his thumb into it, rubbing over the gland. 

“Oh, Taehyung…” Jimin hums. 

Taehyung freezes, suddenly realizing how inappropriate what he had just done was. 

“S-sorry Jimin-ah, I’ll… I’ll continue.” 

That’s Jin’s mark. 

Jin hyung's mark on Jimin’s scent gland. 

He quickly moves down to under Jimin’s shoulder blades, then the back of Jimin’s ribs, which elicits another big groan. He rubs firm circles into the tight, tight muscles of Jimin’s lower back, and Jimin purrs his contentment and rounds his back, pushing further into Taehyung’s hands like a happy cat. Taehyung chuckles and keeps going until Jimin is satisfied. 

“Mmm, do my belly next, T'hyungie?”

“Sure thing, baby.” He reapplies the oil to his hands. “What do I do?”

“Start at my sides and just rub towards the center. And then just rub all over, but not too hard. Need to be gentle with our pup.”

Our pup. 

“Your pup. Yours and Seokjinnie hyung’s.”

“Yeah. Our pup.”

“Oh okay, yeah.” Taehyung blushes at his confusion. Their pup. 

Taehyung follows Jimin’s instructions, rubbing his hands along Jimin’s sides and towards his stretched out belly button. His arms practically wrap around Jimin, Taehyung needing to extend them almost fully to reach around Jimin’s big belly. It brings Taehyung even closer to Jimin’s scent gland. He swears Jimin smells even stronger. As a beta he's not used to being able to smell much, but Jimin’s sweet scent floods his senses until it feels like it's running through his veins. He bites his lip. 

“Mmm, yeah, just like that.” Jimin hums, and rests his own hands on top of Taehyung’s. He directs Taehyung’s hands over his body, first to the upper curve of his belly, then to the bottom, just above his groin.

Taehyung is starting to sweat under his t-shirt, especially where he’s pressed against Jimin’s naked back. Heat seems to radiate off of Jimin’s body, making Taehyung hyper aware of where their bodies touch. 

“Tae,” Jimin whines. “It hurts.”

Taehyung blinks in surprise. “Should I stop? I'm sorry, I was trying to be gen-”

“No, it hurts. My chest…”

“Oh, my poor Jiminie. Your milk?”

“Could you…” Jimin trails off. 

“Jimin?”

“Could you rub me?”

“Rub your… chest?”

Jimin turns his head and Taehyung sees his eyes are pained. Jimin nods. 

“I… I guess I could.”

“I know you’ll be so gentle.”

Taehyung swallows. 

Jimin holds Taehyung’s hands and brings them to his swollen chest. His chest is bigger than before he was pupped, each breast now a tiny handful. The skin is hot and tight under his palms. Jimin must be so sore.

“Little circles… around the nipple,” Jimin says quietly. “It helps soften up the tissue. It might… I might leak more. Sorry Tae. It just- it hurts.”

“S’okay, Jimin-ah.” And it is okay. He’s just helping his friend. His very pregnant friend. With his sore breasts. 

Normal stuff. 

He starts his little circles, avoiding Jimin’s nipples but circling around them, the oil making everything slippery on Jimin's warm skin. 

Jimin moans and leans back into his arms. Taehyung moves his head to the side so that Jimin can rest his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. 

He wishes he hadn’t. 

Now he can see Jimin’s face, contorting in pained pleasure as Taehyung circles his nipples, and his gasps are directed right into Taehyung’s ear. 

A dribble of milk leaks out of one of Jimin’s nipples onto Taehyung’s finger. 

He wants so badly to lick it up, to taste Jimin. He wonders if his milk tastes like cinnamon sugar. Like sweet cereal milk. 

He resists. This isn't his omega. 

He keeps massaging Jimin’s chest, circling and circling Jimin’s sore puffy brown nipples. Jimin is now whining in his ear, non-stop little mewling noises, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, pink and wet. 

The moans get louder. 

“Jimin-ah?”

 And louder. He sounds… desperate. 

Jimin doesn’t answer, his eyes still screwed shut and mouth open and panting. 

Taehyung stops his fingers on Jimin’s chest.  

“Jimin-ah, are you okay?”

Jimin cracks his eyes open and looks at Taehyung. His eyes are brimming with tears. 

“No, Tae… I don’t think I am.” Jimin puts a hand on his forehead, now glistening with sweat. “Tae- Tae, fuck. Tae, I think I’m in heat.”

Taehyung flinches, startled. 

“Oh shit. No. But you’re-”

The tears overflow from Jimin's watery eyes. “Tae, I’m so sorry. I don’t- I mean, I know it can happen, but it’s not supposed-”

“Jimin-ah, it’s okay.” Taehyung assures him. “We’ll…we’ll call Seokjin. He’ll come right away and take care of you.”

“You’ll stay with me until then, right?” Jimin sniffles. “I’m just kind of… scared.”

“Oh Jimin-ah,” Taehyung murmurs, bringing a hand up to Jimin’s face and wiping away a tear. “Of course I will.”

Jimin gives Taehyung a watery smile. 

“I'll call Seokjinnie-hyung, just wait right here,” Taehyung gets up to leave. 

“No,” Jimin cries weakly, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist, his breathing short and fast. “Please, please keep touching me, Tae-yah.”

Taehyung sits back down. “Okay, I can call from here, that’s fine. It’s fine.”

Taehyung strokes Jimin’s side - long, slow, calming strokes - and Jimin’s breathing starts to slow down. 

Jimin takes a shuddering breath, frustration replacing his fear. “Fuck, I’m so pissed, Tae. I’m pregnant! I’m not supposed to be in heat. Pregnancy heats are- fuck- everything I’ve read says-” Jimin sobs, fat tear drops rolling down his rosy cheeks, “says they’re the fucking worst. And now I believe it.”

“Is the baby in danger? Should we go to the hospital?” Taehyung asks, worried. 

“No, I don’t think so, it just-” Jimin sighs. Another shaky deep breath. “It just sucks. I wish I was a fucking beta.”

“Oh baby. I don’t. You’re so beautiful like this. And soon you’ll have the most beautiful pup. A beautiful family.”

Jimin nods sadly. 

“Can you breathe deep for me while I call Seokjin-hyung?”

Jimin takes a stuttering breath and nods again. 

“Can you… touch me? While you call?”

Taehyung pulls out his phone. “Of course, baby.”

“Here?” Jimin takes Taehyung’s free hand and places it on his breast. 

Taehyung stops breathing. “It hurts?”

“It hurts so much, Tae.”

Taehyung nods. “Of course, Jimin-ah.”

Taehyung navigates his phone with one hand while the other kneads Jimin’s chest carefully. 

The phone only rings once before Seokjin picks up. 

“Taehyung-ah! Is everything okay?”

“Well, not exactly.” Taehyung pulls the phone away from his ear in response to the slew of panicked questions that come his way. “No, no, the baby isn’t coming and no one’s gonna die. Take a deep breath, hyung. Jimin is… in heat.”

“He’s… what? He’s- but that’s so-”

“Unlikely. Yes, and yet, here we are.”

“I need to come home.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Will you be okay until I get there?”

“I think so. He’s hot, of course, and he seems to be in quite a lot of pain, but I’m doing my best to keep-”

“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin says slowly, suddenly serious. “Do what you need to to keep him safe and comfortable. Him and the baby. I need you to do that for me, okay?”

Taehyung swallows thickly. “Of course.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

The call ends. Taehyung looks up to see that a trail of milk has leaked over his fingers and down Jimin’s belly. Taehyung has the sudden urge to rub it into his own scent gland, to cover up his own weak scent with Jimin's.  

The worst thing is, he knows it's not his wolf telling him this. Taehyung isn't affected by Jimin’s heat. 

He's just affected by Jimin. 

It's always been Jimin. 

“Hyung is coming, we just have to keep you comfortable until then.”

Jimin shivers and presses his back more firmly into Taehyung's chest. He's burning up. 

“Let's get you some water, and a wet cloth for your head. You should stay hydrated.”

Jimin shivers again, but nods. 

Taehyung helps him to stand up. 

There's a wet spot on the chair. 

Oh. 

Slick. 

Taehyung turns away from the chair, hoping to hide that he noticed it, but Jimin sees the spot and then looks up at Taehyung. Jimin bites his lip.

“Sorry…” Jimin mumbles. 

“It's- there's nothing to apologize for Jimin-ah. Just normal heat things. You're alright,” Taehyung says calmly. 

Taehyung helps Jimin walk to the kitchen, keeping an arm wrapped around him. Jimin leans into him and flinches with every step.

“Can you lean against the counter while I get you a cloth?” Taehyung asks.

Jimin nods, gritting his teeth in pain. 

Taehyung wets a cloth with cold water and fills a glass for Jimin. 

“Tae,” Jimin groans and sinks suddenly to the floor, clutching his chest.  

“Jimin!” He rushes to squat down beside him, holding the cloth to Jimin's overheated face.

“Tae, I need you.”

“I'm here for you, Jimin-ah. What do you need?”

He holds the glass up for Jimin to drink deeply. Jimin’s hands never stop kneading at his own chest, his back resting against the kitchen cabinets. 

“I need relief. It hurts too much, I can't. Until Seokjin arrives I just- it's not enough."

“Tell me. Tell me what I can do to make it hurt less. I'll do it.”

Jimin lets out a sob of frustration. “Tae, please. Please suck on my tits. Fuck I’m sorry, that’s so crass. I know it’s weird, and we're friends, and I didn’t want to ask but-”

Taehyung closes his eyes, wincing because Jimin just doesn't know. 

He doesn't know. 

“I'll do it. If it will help, I'll do it.” Taehyung feels guilty even as he says it. 

He just wants to help Jimin.

Jimin groans in relief. “Come here, hurry.”

Taehyung sets the glass on the floor and arranges himself awkwardly between Jimin’s knees.

Jimin finally takes his hands off his chest, and underneath his nipples are swollen and dark, milk beading at the tips. 

Jimin looks up at him with red-rimmed eyes. 

“Please.”

Taehyung nods and leans forward, cupping Jimin’s small breast in his hand. The scent is already intoxicating - sugary and rich. His lips part and he takes the hard nub into his mouth. 

And sucks. 

Milk bursts into his mouth, and the flavour is more intense than he can describe. 

Can’t believe he thought it would taste like cereal milk. 

It tastes like Jimin. Sweet, creamy, but more. Complex and deep, deep enough to drown in. 

He’s drowning. 

If there was any doubt before, it completely disappears the second he tastes Jimin’s milk. 

He’s the love of his life. 

His soulmate. 

His omega. 

Taehyung can't hold back his groan. He squeezes Jimin’s breast harder, licking a rough flat tongue over his nipple to gather the milk that collects there. 

Fuck. 

“Tae…” Jimin whines, lacing his fingers into Taehyung’s hair and holding him tight to his breast. 

As if Taehyung could stop this even if he tried. 

Taehyung sucks again, trying desperately to cling to the memory of how this started. That he’s supposed to be relieving Jimin, helping him. 

“Yes, fuck…” Jimin moans. “More.”

Taehyung switches to the other breast, where milk is steadily dribbling down Jimin’s front. 

“Yesssssss,” Jimin hisses, fingers twisting harshly in Taehyung’s hair when he covers Jimin’s nipple with his warm mouth. 

Taehyung swallows down Jimin’s milk greedily, hungrily. It's intoxicating. He knows he’ll never have enough. Jimin tastes so pupped. So gorgeous. 

He squeezes both of Jimin’s tiny rounded breasts with his hands, eagerly moving between them, lapping at whichever drips milk. Jimin gasps with every lick, moaning whenever Taehyung sucks his nipple into his mouth. 

Jimin starts babbling, his voice hoarse. 

“So good… Alpha… ‘m so wet…”

Taehyung blushes. He wishes that Jimin mentioning Seokjin would act like a bucket of cold water dumped on him. But it doesn’t. 

“Alpha will be here soon, my love,” Taehyung murmurs into Jimin’s chest, planting a sweet kiss on his sternum. 

Jimin looks at him, concern in his glazed-over eyes. 

“So wet, Taehyung-ah. Alpha will knot me?”

Taehyung kisses his sternum again, licks the faint taste of cocoa butter off his lips.  

“Yes baby, Alpha will knot you.”

Jimin purrs happily. 

“‘M ready. Ready for Alpha.” Jimin takes Taehyung’s hand off his breast and slides it down his belly until it dips into his joggers. He’s not wearing anything underneath. Taehyung gasps.

“Jimi-”

Jimin places Taehyung’s hand over his bare pussy. Jimin bites his lower lip, face flushed with arousal and heat. His eyes bore into Taehyung as he rocks his hips, slotting Taehyung’s middle finger between the folds of his cunt. 

It’s so wet. Hot and wet with Jimin’s slick. 

“See?”

Taehyung nods, dumbfounded. 

“Please, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin whines, his hips keep rocking against Taehyung’s hand. “Please. It hurts.”

Taehyung nods again, unsure of what else to do. “I’ll get you ready for Alpha.”

“Alpha’s knot,” Jimin agrees.

Taehyung slides his fingers through the slippery folds, rubbing back to reach Jimin’s clit. 

“Ah!” Jimin gasps. 

Taehyung strokes back and forth from Jimin’s clit to his entrance, and Jimin jerks with pleasure each time his finger grazes over the sensitive nub. 

“Inside, please, inside,” Jimin whines, “need to be fucked. Taehyung-ah please. Please fuck me.”

Jimin grabs Taehyung’s forearm and pulls it towards him, rocking his hips forward so that the tip of Taehyung’s middle finger starts to slide into his hole. 

“Fuck,” Taehyung whispers under his breath. 

Taehyung presses his finger in all the way. 

Jimin sobs. 

Taehyung thrusts his finger in and Jimin cries out again, gripping Taehyung’s forearm tightly with both hands. The angle is awkward with Jimin sitting up against the cupboard, still clothed from the waist down.  

“Let’s lay you down, Jimin-ah. I’ll finger you properly and you’ll be more comfortable.”

Jimin sniffles and accepts Taehyung’s help to lay on his back on the cool tile floor of the kitchen. 

Taehyung peels Jimin’s sweats off his overheated body. They're soaked with slick. Taehyung barely resists the urge to bury his face in them and suck it right out of the fabric. 

Instead he takes in the scene in front of him: Jimin on his back, flushed, completely naked and pregnant. He's propped up on his elbows, knees up and spread with his peachy pink pussy on full display. 

Taehyung’s never seen anything more beautiful. He wants to bury his tongue between Jimin's folds and live there, eating Jimin out until he can't come anymore. He wants slick to cover his face. Wants everyone to know what he's been doing, who he belongs to. 

He's so hard. 

“T'hyung-ah?”

Jimin’s voice breaks him out of his trance and he realizes he's been staring. 

“Sorry, Jimin-ah, you're just… beautiful.” Taehyung couldn't lie right now if he tried. 

Jimin's eyes crinkle and he purrs happily. 

Taehyung brings his fingers to Jimin’s folds and parts them gently, watches as slick dribbles out of his little hole, thick and glistening. He presses the pad of his middle finger to it, and slowly pushes inside. Jimin whimpers and spreads his knees further, making it easy for Taehyung to watch his finger sink all the way down to his knuckles. 

God, he wants to fuck him. Wants Jimin whimpering and crying on his cock. Wants him overcome with pleasure, coming over and over, wet and desperate. Wants his pussy dripping with Taehyung’s cum after Jimin's been thoroughly used and satisfied. Wants to come all over his pupped up belly. 

Taehyung blinks at the thought. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with him?

Taehyung starts to thrust his finger in and out, hooking it up to catch Jimin’s g-spot. 

Jimin gasps. “Alpha….”

Fuck, he's overstepping. Jin could be back any minute. He shouldn't be-

“More.” Jimin throws his head back. “Fuck me, please fuck me, I need-”

Taehyung pushes in another finger, fucking harder into Jimin’s warm, soft body. 

“Mmmmm,” Jimin groans, his muscles clenching around Taehyung’s fingers. 

The slide is so wet. Jimin could easily take another finger, probably used to taking Seokjin's big knot. Taehyung slides in a third. 

Jimin lets out a frustrated huff. 

“Alpha, knot me now,” Jimin demands, clearly tired of waiting. Jimin stretches out his leg and rubs his foot on Taehyung’s crotch, where Taehyung is painfully hard and straining against his pants. “Alpha’s so hard. Jiminie's ready.”

Taehyung swallows. Shit. 

Well, that clears some things up. 

“Believe me, Alpha really, really wants to knot his beautiful omega. He just… can't… right now…” Taehyung stammers awkwardly. 

Jimin gives him a look, and Taehyung melts at how grumpy and hot and cute he looks. 

“Seokjin-” Taehyung starts.

The door beeps with the sound of someone entering the code.

“Oh fuck,” Taehyung curses.

The door bursts open.  

“Jimin! Jimin, where are you?” Seokjin yells, the worry evident in his voice. 

“We're in the kitchen!” Taehyung calls awkwardly, still three fingers deep in a naked Jimin. “Alpha's here now,” he says to Jimin. 

Jimin blinks at him. “Alpha?”

Taehyung nods. “Yes. Your alpha.”

Jimin tilts his head, like he's trying to make sense of the situation.

“Jimin-ah! Jagiya!” Seokjin exclaims happily as he pops his head into the small kitchen. “Oh fuck.”

Taehyung looks at Jimin, at his flushed red body, sweaty and sprawled on the kitchen floor, milk dripping down his chest. He looks at himself, sitting on the floor, still fully clothed with three fingers in Seokjin's omega. 

“Yeah, um, I guess you can take over from here,” Taehyung says, slipping his fingers slowly out of Jimin’s pussy and getting to his feet.

Jimin cries out at the loss.

“Alpha,” Jimin wails. He struggles to get to his hands and knees and pushes back to present his pussy, his belly resting between his knees. His sobs make his whole body shake. “So empty. Hurts.”

Taehyung feels a sharp stab of guilt and sadness, seeing his omega in such pain. 

Jin's face contorts with worry. He looks at Taehyung, then back to Jimin. Seokjin swallows. 

“Alpha will knot you now. Alpha’s here.”

Jimin keeps sobbing but pushes his hips back further, spreading himself open. 

Taehyung is transfixed. He feels like he should leave but he's worried. Worried about Jimin, worried about what Jin thinks. And he can't get his feet to move. 

As if reading his mind, Seokjin looks up at him. 

“It's okay, you can stay.”

Taehyung nods, dazed.

Seokjin kneels between Jimin's feet, unzips his dress pants and takes his cock in hand. The alpha leans forward, breathing in the scent of Jimin's slick, and strokes himself quickly, getting himself hard. He licks a fat stripe up Jimin’s pussy and Jimin shudders out another sob. 

“God, jagiya, you taste so good,” Seokjin mumbles into Jimin’s pussy.

Taehyung feels a pang of envy and unconsciously slips the three fingers that were inside Jimin into his mouth. He moans around them, the intense taste of cinnamon and Jimin and cream going straight to his already painful erection. He sucks each finger clean.

Seokjin straightens up to his knees and brings his hips forward to kiss the tip of his cock to Jimin’s hole. Jimin moans and mewls, his overwhelming arousal making him writhe. 

Seokjin strokes his hand comfortingly at Jimin’s side and starts to press in. 

“There, honey, here comes Alpha’s knot. You're okay.”

Jimin pushes back onto Jin’s cock.

“There you go, baby,” Seokjin coos. He starts to thrust forward, slapping his hips slowly against Jimin’s ample ass.  

Every thrust is followed by a moan from Jimin’s lips, his pleasure finally breaking through the pain and tears. Seokjin reaches down to play with Jimin's clit and Jimin melts into him, making happy purring noises. Seokjin thrusts harder, faster, his big alpha cock no doubt pleasuring Jimin in a way Taehyung never could. 

Jimin is with his alpha now. He's going to be okay. 

Taehyung starts to step away. 

“No….” Jimin moans. “Taehyung-ah, don’t-”

Taehyung freezes. 

“Need Alpha’s knot.”

Seokjin stops moving. 

Taehyung speaks, his voice feeling strange in his mouth. “Jimin-ah, I promise, you'll be knotted soon. Seokjin-hyung will-”

Jimin looks up at Taehyung with watery eyes. 

“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin interrupts. “You heard the man.”

“You… but, but I can't. I can't knot,” Taehyung stutters in disbelief. While Jimin may be delusional in his heat, Seokjin knows he's a beta.

“I think you should get down here and knot this omega with me. He's asked you so nicely.” 

Taehyung stares. 

Jimin nods desperately. “Need Alphas’ knots.” 

Taehyung’s mind is blank but he finds his feet stepping closer to the couple on the floor. 

“That’s it. Lay right there,” Seokjin directs. 

Taehyung lays down on his back on the floor. He doesn't understand, but at least he can follow instructions. 

“Pull your pants down,” Seokjin says, and Taehyung is beginning to wonder if he's using his alpha voice, and if that works on betas too, because he starts to pull his pants and underwear down to his knees without a second thought. His cock springs up, hard and leaking and red. 

“Good boy,” Seokjin says warmly and Taehyung’s cheeks flush. “Now Jimin-ah, let's get you on Taehyungie’s knot.” He helps Jimin to crawl on top of Taehyung. Jimin sits on Taehyung’s stomach and his face is so close and he smells so good and he's so pretty and all Taehyung wants to do is lick over his scent gland. 

Or kiss him. 

“Jiminie can have your knot now, T’hyungie?”

Taehyung’s cock twitches against Jimin's ass. 

He nods.

He can't believe this is happening. 

Seokjin helps to lift Jimin’s hips and position him above Taehyung’s cock. Jimin sinks down, his pussy taking Taehyung’s beta cock with almost no resistance, slick and slow, already stretched out from Seokjin. 

Taehyung closes his eyes and tries not to come. 

Jimin rocks on his cock, inner muscles squeezing Taehyung like they're trying to milk him dry. He's so hot inside. Taehyung’s never fucked an omega in heat before - let alone a pregnant one - and it's like nothing he could have ever imagined. 

“Lean forward, baby,” Seokjin whispers. “Let Alpha inside too.”

Jimin leans forward, laying his belly on Taehyung. 

Taehyung wants to kiss him so badly. But-

“Kiss him, Tae,” Seokjin orders gently. 

Taehyung does, stretching up to meet Jimin’s flushed pout. When their lips touch it's like everything is right in the world. Jimin kisses back with enthusiasm, his soft lips moving eagerly against his own. Taehyung tangles his fingers into Jimin’s blonde hair and feels so happy he could die. 

I love him I love him I love him

Taehyung starts to tilt his hips up into Jimin, fucking him shallowly, gently, as they kiss and kiss and kiss. 

Jimin breaks the kiss, panting.

“Poor Jiminie needs to be bred?” Seokjin asks from behind him. 

Jimin nods.

“Alpha's got you.”

Taehyung feels a sudden pressure where he's connected to Jimin.

Seokjin is pushing his cock in alongside Taehyung’s. 

As Seokjin shifts forward, everything gets tighter and tighter around Taehyung.

Jimin lets out a long moan and Taehyung finds that he's moaning just as loudly.

“Mmm, so tight,” Seokjin murmurs. He pulls back and then pushes back in, getting a bit deeper this time. “You and Jiminie feel so good.”

Taehyung groans, overwhelmed with just how big Jin feels pushing in beside him. Tae's never been with an alpha, mostly sticking to other betas, and he's experiencing rather a lot of firsts today.  

Jimin leans down, pouting at Taehyung, his big belly keeping him from being able to kiss him without Taehyung meeting him halfway. Taehyung stretches up and captures his mouth, dipping his tongue between Jimin's plump lips. They moan into each other's mouths as Seokjin fucks into Jimin again. Jin is so good, his thrusts so smooth and powerful, so in control while Taehyung feels like he's falling apart. 

Jimin breaks the kiss and threads his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, then brings him to his breast. 

“Suck, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung doesn't need to be told twice. 

He wraps his lips around Jimin’s nipple and sucks, making Jimin whine and buck his hips, taking them both deeper inside of him. Taehyung teases Jimin’s nipple, licking wetly around it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and he feels Jimin get slicker, feels Seokjin slide more easily inside with every thrust. 

Up until this point, Taehyung's let Seokjin do most of the work of fucking Jimin. 

He rocks his hips up experimentally. 

Jimin gasps. 

“Mmm, yeah, keep going,” Seokjin encourages. From over Jimin’s shoulder, Taehyung can see a smirk on Seokjin’s handsome face. “Let's give Jimin-ah a real good ride.”

Taehyung fucks in again, just after Seokjin, and soon they're fucking Jimin steadily, taking turns thrusting into Jimin’s wet, tight heat, while rubbing against each other with every move. 

It's the hottest thing Taehyung has ever done. He doubts anything will ever top this. 

Jimin is crying out steadily, his mouth hanging open, absolutely undone. 

He's gorgeous. He wishes he could see Jimin like this always. 

He loves the Jimin he gets to see as his best friend - clever, funny, kind, caring, silly. But to see him like this - so beautiful and vulnerable and trusting, open and sensual and glowing - well. 

He wishes he could have both.

Maybe Taehyung’s been in denial about his feelings for a bit too long. 

Fuck, he wants to knot him. 

He licks at Jimin’s other breast, sucking down his milk, thinking that he can at least take this part of Jimin with him, even if he can't have him forever like Seokjin can. This is something. He drinks until he's drunk on it, his hips never stop moving, Jimin’s mewls and gasps getting more and more desperate. Taehyung thinks he must be getting close. Jimin’s going to come on his cock. His best friend. His omega. 

He can feel Seokjin's knot starting to grow. It's getting harder for him to fuck in and out of Jimin’s body as the knot catches on his rim. Each thrust feels tighter than the last. 

Taehyung’s lips trail up Jimin's chest. He kisses up to Jimin’s neck almost without any awareness of what he's doing. He drunkenly licks over Jimin’s scent gland. His mating mark. His mating mark. 

“Taehyung-ah,” Jimin breathes, the word slow and slurred as he gets nearer and nearer to his climax. 

Taehyung scrapes his teeth against it. His teeth and gums ache with want. 

He doesn't bite. 

But he does suck. He sucks a mark right inside of the bite mark. 

He'll knot his omega now. 

He keeps working his hips, fucking as fast as he can alternating with Seokjin. Jimin's cries get higher and higher. Taehyung keeps sucking and tonguing at his scent gland, making the bruise there darker with every pass. Jimin screws up his eyes, arches his back and then-

He comes. 

It's the most beautiful thing Taehyung’s ever seen. 

Jimin’s face is twisted with pleasure, his eyebrows knitted, sweaty and flushed. And then it all relaxes as Jimin cries out. Taehyung can smell his euphoria in his scent, bright and overpowering and beautiful. Jimin’s pussy clenches, rhythmically trying to milk Taehyung and Seokjin of their cum, squeezing so tight, so so tight, while a rush of slick makes everything so wet, messy. 

Taehyung thrusts inside two more times and it's too much. The wet slide against Seokjin into Jimin’s hot pussy, Jimin’s scent washing over him- everything is just JiminJiminJimin- and then he's coming too, his cock spilling deep inside Jimin's body. 

Taehyung pants as he comes down. 

God. They fucked. 

“Ungh,” Seokjin grunts as he pushes in his knot, locking the three of them together. His knot swells and swells, the pressure on Taehyung’s cock is intense, then good, then overwhelming. He almost feels like he could get hard again. 

So this is what it's like, Taehyung thinks. This is what it's like to knot Jimin.

It’s everything he ever wanted. More than he ever thought he could have. 

Seokjin spills inside, his warm cum surrounding Taehyung’s cock, mixing with Taehyung's cum. So much cum.

Jimin just purrs and purrs. 

Seokjin pants as he catches his breath. Sweat drips from his brow and his dress shirt is disheveled, the bottom stained with slick. 

“Better now, baby?” Seokjin asks as he cuddles into Jimin and lays them down, still locked inside of Jimin, onto their sides on the kitchen floor. He rubs his hand over Jimin’s swollen belly. “Well bred by your Alphas?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jimin says with a sigh, turning his head to kiss Seokjiin deeply. 

They look good together. Those big, full lips pressed together, the sharp cut of Seokjin's jawline contrasting with Jimin’s soft rosy cheeks. 

Seokjin's a good alpha, Taehyung thinks, and it's not resentful but it's not happy either. 

Taehyung doesn’t know what to expect next. Once the knot goes down, will he be asked to leave, and Seokjin and Jimin will go back to being a happy couple expecting their first pup? 

Jimin breaks off his kiss with Seokjin and turns toward Taehyung. 

“My loves,” he murmurs, and takes Taehyung’s face in his hands. 

And kisses him. 

Well.

No reason why Taehyung can't enjoy some aftercare, he supposes. 

Jimin’s hands are so warm and soft on his face. A reminder that it's only Jimin’s heat that's pulled him into this situation. 

His smart, silly, beautiful friend would never normally want him like this. 

“Mmmmm,” Jimin hums into the kiss. “Love you, Taehyung-ah.” 

…would he?

Jimin nuzzles his face into Taehyung’s neck, where his weak scent gland is, and kisses it gently. Then he tucks his face into Taehyung’s chest and closes his eyes with a sigh. 

Taehyung’s lip quivers. He bites it to keep it still. 

He is not going to cry. 

Seokjin kisses Jimin just above his ear. He's such a tender alpha. 

Jimin’s breathing evens out over the skin of Taehyung’s chest, breathing slower and slower until it’s clear he’s asleep. 

For a moment, they just lay there, connected and quiet on the kitchen floor, listening to Jimin’s soft breaths, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Taehyung tries to enjoy it, the comfort and exhaustion setting in, but his brain won’t stop spinning with questions. 

Seokjin reaches over and puts his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. 

“You did amazing, Taehyungie,” Seokjin says, eyes fond. 

Taehyung bites his lip, not sure what to say to Jimin’s mate. 

“He really does love you, you know.”

Taehyung blinks. Not like that. “He-”

“And not just in that bullshitty ‘best-friend-soulmates’ way you guys always talk about,” Seokjin interrupts, one eyebrow raised. 

Taehyung snorts. 

“He's in love with you.”

Taehyung swallows, seeds of both doubt and hope sowing themselves under his skin. He's scared to speak, but- 

“But he has you? And he loves you.” It comes out more desperate than he had intended. 

Seokjin clicks his tongue. “He has a lot of love to give. I think there's enough for both of us. And the pup too.” He gives Taehyung’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. 

Taehyung’s brow furrows. “That's- isn't that impossible? Don't you, doesn't your alpha want… more?”

“My alpha is more protective than possessive. And I trust you. And I trust him.” He looks down at Jimin, curled between them. “I love him. And part of loving him is loving you.”

Taehyung blinks back tears. 

“I don't understand.”

Seokjin quirks up a corner of his mouth. 

“You don't have to. Just trust me. Slowly. We can take it slow. If you want to.”

Taehyung nods, looks down at Jimin, at his small, sleeping face. His eyelashes are fanned against his cheeks. 

“I think I do.”

Seokjin smiles. “Stay for his heat. He'll be inconsolable if you don't. And we'll go from there.”

“We'll go from there,” Taehyung whispers into Jimin's hair. 

Another silent moment passes between them, and while Taehyung still has a thousand unanswerable questions on his mind, there's one that he thinks he can get an answer to. 

“Hyung…” Taehyung whispers. 

“Yes, Taehyung-ah?” Seokjin asks sleepily, blinking his eyes open. 

Taehyung draws in a breath. “Did you use alpha voice on me? I, uh, I didn't know it worked on betas…”

Seokjin’s eyes crinkle with mirth, and soon he’s laughing quietly (though it still sounds a bit like a windshield wiper).

Seokjin takes a deep breath to stop his laughter and schools his face into something serious. “Tae, I have something important to tell you, so prepare yourself.” He pauses dramatically. “You’re ready?”

Taehyung looks at him quizzically, but nods. 

“Alpha voice is a myth. It doesn’t exist.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen.

“So…”

Seokjin shrugs. “So you just did the stuff you already wanted to do. I just gave you permission. And a little direction.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Seokjin grins. “Yeah.”

This new information bubbles under Taehyung’s skin. 

“I'm in love with him, hyung,” Taehyung blurts out, overwhelmed with saying something he’s never voiced out loud before, something he only very recently realized was so true. 

Seokjin’s grin softens into something gentle but amused. “I know, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” Taehyung whispers. 

“Yeah,” Seokjin whispers back.