help me

Jungkook feels it. Yes, this is absolute truth. He turns his head and sees Taehyung, rising from the sofa, looking in fear at the place where he was sitting, and, letting out a pitiful squeak, covers his ass with his hands. The intensifying smell of ripe cherries makes Jungkook finally understand that he is right — the omega is in heat. Jungkook takes a deep breath, and Taehyung looks like he’s about to cry. Actually, just five minutes ago, sitting like this in Jeon’s apartment, Taehyung suggested to take a break from the relationship. Although Jungkookie had not yet given a final answer to this proposal, he knew that the omega had already decided everything for himself, and this was the only reason why Jungkook’s tongue was not still somewhere deep in Tae’s ass. Taehyung flops back onto the sofa, and Jungkook, who has turned away, is still standing like that by the window to the side. All the tension is concentrated in his clenched fists. Jungkook is a respectable alpha, so he humbly waits for Tae to say something, but he is silent. The smell of an omega in heat certainly doesn’t help this humility. No, he definitely won’t kick Taehyung out of his apartment and won’t let him go if he now decides to leave on his own — the alphas didn’t give passage to the omega even without being in heat (and by the way, this was the reason why Taehyung suggested a break — Jungkook was too jealous of his magnificent freedom-loving omega), it’s scary to think what could happen in such a state. Jungkook is horny. Instincts, coupled with resentment at the offer of a break, try to force him to grab Tae and fuck him so that the omega will never even think about other alphas. Hell no, he won’t do anything unless Taehyung asks. And the omega is too proud, but this pride is easily knocked down by the intensified musky smell of the excited alpha. “Jungkookie…” Tae moans pitifully, and the tense Jungkook turns to him again. “Help me.” Jungkook understands that now it is not Tae himself who is asking him for help, but his heat. Of course, Jungkook will help and do it like a gentleman — he will expose his scent gland to him, and he will deal with his huge problem, which is being pressed so hard by tight jeans, a little later in the toilet. He can do it. Jungkook sits down next to the hot (in every sense) Tae, and immediately the omega rumbles with displeasure. “Jungkook, take off your shirt,” he almost whines. Jungkook is wearing a sports long sleeve with a fairly high neck. Of course, Tae is dissatisfied — access to the neck and such favorite tattoos, with which the alpha’s entire arm is filled, are closed. Jungkook obediently pulls off the disturbing thing and throws it somewhere to the side, and the omega climbs with his feet onto the sofa and presses his nose to the scent gland, greedily inhaling the musky pheromone. Tae runs his long aristocratic fingers with a neat manicure over Jeon’s abs, and Jungkook closes his eyes and already imagines how good it would be if the omega grabbed his penis with these fingers. Jeon exhales noisily and hugs Taehyung by his perfectly narrow waist. And Tae seems to read thoughts and has already undone the button on the alpha’s jeans, pulling down the fly clasp. But Jungkook promised himself to be a gentleman, so with his free hand he intercepts Taehyung’s hand, exhales heavily and, still with his eyes closed, confidently says: “Tae, no.” But the omega doesn’t answer, bites the alpha’s earlobe, giving him goosebumps, and languidly whispers in his ear: “Jungkookie, yes.” And then Jungkook understands — fuck all this gentlemanliness. If Tae wants to take a break or even break up, then Jeon deserves at least goodbye sex. Moreover, now the two of them need it. Taehyung already throws one leg over Jungkook and, closing his eyes and clutching his biceps, moans quietly, rubbing his ass against the alpha’s impressive boner, staining his jeans with lubricant that has already seeped through his trousers. Omega runs his tongue over the scent gland, and Jungkook understands that there is no point in delaying any further, grabbing Tae by his amazing hips, gets up and heads towards the bed. Omega giggles contentedly: his alpha is so strong. Jeon in his thoughts praises himself for renting a studio apartment, otherwise he would not have carried the omega to any bed and would have fucked him on an uncomfortable small sofa. Alpha carefully lays Tae across the bed and slowly unfastens the buttons on his shirt. Yes, Jeon is teasing. Taehyung needs him so much, even after he suggested to take a break. This pleases the alpha’s pride, especially when the omega looks at him with a pitiful look and whispers: “Jungkookie, please…” Having unbottoned his shirt and pulled it off the omega, Jungkook admires him. Perfect body, honey skin and such cute moles. Taehyung is absolutely wonderful. Jungkook leans towards the omega’s face and looks into his eyes. Taehyung, gently stroking the alpha’s back, reaches out to kiss him, but Jungkook has other plans: he pulls away from his beautiful face and bites the delicate skin on the omega’s graceful neck, very close to the scent gland, and immediately licks the bite, which is why Tae moans protractedly and gently scratches his strong back with his nails. Damn, Jungkook wanted to mark Taehyung so badly. And he knew that under the influence of heat he would receive complete consent, but he could not commit such a vile act. Therefore, the alpha kisses down from the neck to the collarbone, and Tae is already whimpering. Jungkook carefully removes the omega’s hands from his back and kisses down, stroking his thin waist with his palms. Tae, biting his lip, tries to hold back his moans, but it doesn’t work out well. Having reached the soft tucked tummy, the alpha looks up from the caramel skin and finally takes off his now terribly uncomfortable skinny jeans, remaining in only black boxers. Taehyung exhales strangledly — he adored his Jungkook’s body, and Jungkook was aware, and he was not at all lazy to hang out in the gym for Tae’s sake. The alpha pulls off the omega’s trousers along with his underwear, and his gaze is revealed to a neat, excited omega cock with a charming pink head, from which pre-cum oozes. Jungkook pulls Taehyung to the edge of the bed, kneels down and, throwing Taehyung’s long slender legs over his strong shoulders, kisses the inside of the omega’s thighs. Looking up, Jungkook meets the attentive gaze of Taehyung, who is biting his lip again. The alpha grins, still looking into the omega’s eyes, carefully wraps his tattooed fingers around his penis and runs the tip of his tongue over the head, collecting salty pre-cum. Tae throws his head back and moans protractedly, and Jungkook takes the small cock completely into his mouth. Jeon slowly moves his head up and down, and Tae buries his neat fingers into his black hair. The apartment is filled with the omega’s sweet moans, and the alpha’s dick twitches painfully. Jungkook carefully inserts two fingers at once into the omega’s hole dripping with sweet lubricant and feels how his whole body shudders. Still slowly sucking the penis, the alpha begins to gently fuck the omega with his fingers, which only makes Taehyung moan louder and, after a few moments, tries to warn Jungkook: “Jungkook, I… M-hmm… I’m about to…” Jeon doesn’t let him finish: he abruptly pulls out of it, pulls away from the penis and squeezes the base with his fingers, preventing him from cumming. He carefully removes Taehyung’s legs from his shoulders, rises from his knees and leans towards the whining omega. “Tae, taste yourself.” The alpha’s two long fingers invade his mouth. Closing his eyes, Taehyung circles his fingers, stained with his own lubricant, with his tongue. Sweet. “Doll, I want you to sit on my face and cum on my tongue,” Jungkook whispers hotly, and these words make the omega moan pitifully. Tae opens his eyes slightly, and Jeon notes contentedly in his head that he hasn’t done anything like that yet, but the omega’s look is as if he’s already been fucked well. The alpha lifts Taehyung, lays himself down on the bed and, turning the omega with his back to him, helps him sit above his head. Jungkook spanks first one plush buttock and then the other, and each slap makes Tae gasp. The alpha pulls the omega’s ass closer to his face, and he, in turn, reaches forward and finally fishes out a strong dick from his boxers. Jungkook bites the tender skin and finally pushes the rounded halves apart, admiring the slit shiny with lubricant, which was quiveringly pulsating. Jung adored Taehyung’s amazing booty, hell, he was ready to pray for it. Tae whimpered, took the head of the alpha’s dick between his plump lips and sucked. Jungkook runs his nose along the anus, inhaling the sweet cherry aroma, and then gently presses his lips and runs the tip of his tongue several times, which knocks muffled moans out of the omega, and Taehyung takes the dick deeper. Relaxing his throat, he slowly slides along the throbbing penis to the base, feeling each vein with his tongue. Jungkook, grunting contentedly, opens the hole leaking with lubricant with his fingers in the manner of scissors and penetrates inside with his tongue. Tae’s moan sends a pleasant vibration through the trunk. Jeon fucks the omega with his tongue, enjoying the taste of natural lubrication, and the moaning and whimpering Taehyung releases his dick from his mouth, buries his nose in the alpha’s pubis and squeezes the blanket with his palms. Jungkook adds fingers to his tongue and speeds up the pace. Taehyung’s hips tremble, the lubricant begins to flow out of him more intensely, and Jungkook decides that it’s time: he takes out his fingers, wraps his palm around the omega’s penis, pumps his fist a couple of times, and Taehyung, screaming, cums, his hot sperm falling on the alpha’s pumped chest. Tae is breathing raggedly, and Jungkook helps him not to fall, holding him tightly by his hips. He leaves another bite on his right buttock and mocks again: “Doll, did I help you?” Taehyung doesn’t answer — he’s still shaking from the orgasm, but with some effort, he still crawls forward and pulls Jungkook’s boxers all the way down. Tae turns his face and Jungkook smiles proudly at how beautiful his omega is, especially during sex, when there is a blush on his cheeks and nothing but lust in his eyes. Taehyung, kneeling on both sides of Jungkook’s hips, guides his huge dick into his small hole, thanks to the lubrication, pushing it all the way to the base without any problems. Having received the long-awaited fullness, the omega moans sweetly, and the alpha gently strokes his hips. Rising and falling measuredly, Taehyung leans forward and, looking into Jungkook’s eyes, runs his tongue along his chest, licking his own sperm. Dirty and hot. Jeon squeezes the omega’s hips and, resting his heels on the mattress, begins to pound into the omega so that he feels even a slight pain, which is still overshadowed by pleasure. Tae clings to the alpha’s shoulders and bites his neck. Jungkook drills Taehyung’s wet, tight hole so that the room is filled with squelching. Tae groans raggedly: he feels good, so good that tears involuntarily begin to flow. Shifting his hand, Jeon reaches out to the omegas’s newly erect penis and jerks it at the same pace at which he fucks Taehyung. Alpha pushes especially deep and hard, it all becomes too much for Tae, and, with a loud moan, he, shuddering, cums again. Jungkook pulls out of the whimpering, trembling omega, takes him off of him, carefully lays him on his back and returns to the wet hole with a sharp thrust all the way to his balls. Gathering his last strength, Tae wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist, crossing them, and digs his nails into his strong back, arching beautifully. Jeon literally fucks the omega into the bed, growls and bites the delicate skin of his elegant neck. Taehyung cries and chokes on his own moans from the amazing sensations. And Jungkook is not made of iron, he can’t stand it and, groaning, finally cums, the sperm shoots deep inside the soft walls of Tae’s ass, who moans protractedly and sweetly. And he already feels a knot swelling at the base of his dick, and alpha is about to leave the omega’s exhausted body, but Tae, lowering his legs and gently stroking the Jeons’s tense neck with his palms, quietly whispers: “Please… I want a knot, Jungkookie.” Jungkook is only too happy to give Taehyung what he asks for — especially since the omega is on birth control. He turns them over so Tae is lying on top of him. They kiss slowly, and Jungkook’s dick shoots out the first load of cum after the knot forms. Tae purrs contentedly, breaks away from the alpha’s lips and, looking into his eyes, whispers: “No break ups, Jungkookie. I also want a mark.”